Animosity #2: July 21, 2015

We’re treated to a small opening video that recapped pieces of the first show. It ranged from seeing Kayla Taylor knock off Calypso, then getting attacked after the match, before showing Imperious defeat Barrett Lynch. We got shots of the others matches throughout the evening before settling on The Notch picking up a win over Billy Way. We then cut to ringside as we’re live with Alex Wilkie and Scott Parker.

Scott Parker: Welcome to the second installment of EW’s Animosity. My name is Scott Parker and I’m once again joined ringside by Alex Wilkie. Alex, we’re in for a great night, I can feel it.

Alex Wilkie: This is the week where you can either show you’re for real or start to get left in the dust. With Wade Mason showing off that championship gold last week it might light a fire under the ass of a few people.

Scott Parker: With the matches scheduled tonight you’re right. We’re really looking at a chance to really impress Wade Mason and the collective EW fans. The Warehouse is rockin’ so let’s get ready for some action.

Just Getting Started

Cailin Dillon is stretching just outside the locker room when Meghan Cross runs up and hugs her.

Meghan Cross: Good luck on your match, baby, can't wait to see you go pick up another win.

Cailin smiles, looking a little bit nervous as Meghan hangs on her with the lingering hug.

Cailin Dillon: We've been through so much together these last few months, and we're only getting started. In and out of the ring. Last week we showed we could overcome the odds. It doesn't matter that we're women, we took down those boys for the win and that's only the beginning for us. They can keep putting the impossible in front of us, but together we can accomplish anything.

Meghan lets the hug go and gives a knowing nod, smiling as she listens.

Cailin Dillon: We're going to show that we can both win on our own tonight. It doesn't matter if our opponent is bigger, or stronger, or a man, it all comes down to heart and talent, and we both know no one can fight with more of those two things than we can. Last week was just a sneak preview of what we will do together in this company. This week we'll show we're not just a one-trick, tag team gimmick. From here on out, 2 Girl Crew is going to show the world that we can be the best they've ever seen.

Cailin dives into Meghan for another quick hug and then smirks.

Cailin Dillon: Alright... I'm about to show this guy what a Texas girl is all about.



These two competitors were flying solo as the match began. Dillon and Gaines quickly started to exchange blows and Gaines took an early advantage after he caught Dillon with a swinging neckbreaker. From there he was able to pull Dillon to her feet and send her into a corner. He followed it up with some quick elbows to the side of her head before taking a few steps backwards. Gaines charged and ran into a big boot to the face. Dillon slipped through the ropes to head to the apron but was quickly grabbed and had her head bounced off the turnbuckle. Gaines pulled her through the second ropes and connected with a rope hung DDT and rolled into a cover but only picked up two. Dillon got to her feet and ducked an incoming running forearm and hit Gaines with a dropkick as he turned back towards her. Gaines rolled to his feet and walked into a European uppercut. He staggered off the ropes and exploded with a jumping clothesline. Dillon was up and Gaines looked for a ¾ cutter but Dillon pushed him away. He turned back around and was caught up in a small package that got Dillon a two count. They both popped to their feet and charged and each hit a hard clothesline. Both competitors were down and slow to their feet but Dillon was up just before. Gaines was up and looked for a kick to the gut but his foot was caught by Dillon. She spun him around and hit a kick to the gut that doubled him over before following it with a Texas Twister (Twist of Fate) but Gaines pushed her away. She quickly grabbed her from behind with a schoolboy roll up that picked him up a win.

WINNER: Korey Gaines, via pinfall 7:19

Gaines rolled out of the ring as Dillon shook her head and told him she’ll get that win back.

Shine On

The camera shifts backstage, where we see Kevin Olson standing by.

Kevin Olson: Folks, I'm here with...

He looks down at the cue card he's holding and sighs.

Kevin Olson: ...oh, great. Krista May Williams.

Kevin's eyes roll as Krista May walks into view, grinning.

Krista May Williams: Conroy!!!

Kevin blinks.

Kevin Olson: Kevin.

Krista May Williams: No... Krista. What kind of name is Kevin for a girl? Weirdo.

Kevin shakes off Krista's weirdness and continues - for a second. He then stops and looks at her up and down, because he can't quite understand what he's seeing. Krista May, head to toe, is covered in bubble wrap. She's got a football helmet on (the New York Giants, no doubt a placation to the fans in attendance tonight) and has pillows tied to her chest and stomach.

Kevin Olson: Umm... dare I ask?

He motions to Krista's unique selection of attire, nearly wondering aloud why he might do so as he does.

Krista May Williams: Oh, sure. Well, here's the thing. I heard from a reputable source that there's a visitor in attendance here tonight, and when she -

Before Krista can finish her sentence, a woman screams loudly and tackles Krista to the ground in a gigantic hug. The EW crowd pops, because they just spotted - even for a moment - the unmistakable appearance of BWF's own Sabrina Scott.

The camera shifts down, and we see Sabrina and Krista still on the ground, Krista trapped in what might best be described as Sabrina's 'jaws of love'.

Sabrina Scott: KRISSSSSSTTTTTTTAAA!!!!!! I FOUND YOU! YYYYYYAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!

Kevin waits, patiently, no doubt wondering to himself if that stocking job at Target is still available, as Sabrina suddenly pops up and pulls Krista to her feet.

Sabrina Scott: Omigosh! I totes didn't even realize that you were in the middle of a thing! I'm so sorry, Mr....?

Kevin Olson: Kevin. Kevin Olson.

Sabrina Scott: So sorry, Mr. Kevin Kevin Olson! Please, continue!

Krista May dusts herself off and looks over at Kevin. For just a split second, one might almost believe that Kevin is sending Krista a look of sympathy.

Krista May Williams: ...you okay, dude? Kinda look like you're gonna hurl.

Kevin facepalms as Sabrina reaches into her fanny pack and pulls out a pack of Tums. Kevin ignores both women as he soldiers on.

Kevin Olson: Krista May Williams. Two weeks ago on Animosity, you emerged victorious against two skilled athletes in Bailey Mayhew and Rose. Tonight, you face off against one half of the 2 Girl Crew, Meghan Cross. What are your thoughts going into that match?

Sabrina Scott: Well, she's gonna win of course!

Krista turns to Sabrina and smiles.

Krista May Williams: Thanks for the VOC babe, but I got this.

Krista smirks before turning to Kevin and winking.

Krista May Williams: Well, brosef, I... hold up. I think I did that backwards. I was s'posed to wink at Rina and smirk at Kerwin.

Sabrina Scott: Who's Kerwin?

Kevin Olson: I am. I mean, I'm Kevin. And no, you did it backwards. And why does that matter?

Krista May Williams: It's just like my opponent tonight, right? Substitute one for the other, get things mixed around and nobody's gonna notice except them. Cailin Dillon, Meghan Cross, it doesn't really matter which one of them I face tonight. They're... what, basically two sides of the same lesbian?

Sabrina Scott: Not that there's anything wrong with that!

Krista May Williams: Not at all. Unless that's literally the only thing you have going for you personality wise. I'm just sayin'.

Sabrina Scott: Man, a lot of wrestlers are lesbians. Girl ones, I mean.

Krista May Williams: I don't think you can be a lesbian if you're a dude.

Sabrina Scott: Well, no. I suppose you'd just be straight. Hey, does that mean AJ Adams is a lesbian?! Cause we're... y'know, dating and stuff?

Krista May Williams: Depends. Do you think he would like some flannel?

Sabrina giggles.

Sabrina Scott: Oh, that reminds me! Did you know I'm fuckable?

Krista May snorts laughter. Kevin just throws his hands up and leaves.

Krista May Williams: Sweetie, probably best not to go around announcing that. Especially in a New York City warehouse.

Sabrina Scott: How come?

Krista just smiles and hugs Sabrina.

Krista May Williams: Oh, honey. Don't drink anything. At all. Until you get home.

Sabrina Scott: 'kay! Oh, weren't you talking about your match tonight?

Krista May Williams: Rightio. So, Calvin, what I'm basically saying is...

Krista turns to Kevin, but Kevin has long since left.

Krista May Williams: ...I've... got tonight... in the bag. Um, rude much?

Sabrina Scott: Maybe he had to poo.

Krista shrugs.

Krista May Williams: In the immortal words of Dr. Ian Malcolm... when you gotta go, you gotta go.

Krista looks down.

Krista May Williams: Say, think you could help me get out of this before my match?

Sabrina Scott: Of course! I was gonna say, you have a really weird choice in ring attire.

Krista May Williams: Yeah, something like that.

Sabrina Scott: Oh, and hey, I almost forgot the reason why I'm here in the first place! I know you can handle Thing 1 and Thing 2 on your own if you needed to, but on the off chance they try to play dirty... I say we put the band back together.

Krista May Williams: I don't think they're the playing dirty type. And band, what band?

Krista's eyes suddenly go wide.

Krista May Williams: Oh dear God no. Not...

Sabrina Scott: OUR BAND!

Krista May Williams: Dude, we were, like, eleven, and we did one song. Badly.

Sabrina Scott: "Total Eclipse of the Heart"! ♪ ONCE UPON A TIME I WAS FALLING IN LOOOOVEEEE... BUT NOW I'M ONLY FALLING APARTTTTT... ♪

Krista facepalms.

Krista May Williams: No. Just... no.

Sabrina furrows her brow.

Sabrina Scott: Well, it's your call, but just know that you say the word, and the Shine Sprites will light 2 Girl Crew up.

Krista May Williams: ...that name... is it set in stone?

Sabrina Scott: YES! Now let's go get you ready to kick some lesbian lady's booty! Hick-a-bick-a-boo?!

Sabrina holds her hand up, waiting for a high five.

Krista May Williams: ...hoo-sha.

She smirks as she returns the high five. Sabrina skips off and Krista shakes her head.

Krista May Williams: ...stealing my lines... heh. Same old Rina.

Krista heads off in the direction Sabrina walked away in as the camera shifts back to ringside.



Cross was waiting in the ring for Williams as she made her way down from the back. The match started as Cross grabbed Williams as she entered the ring and started to throw elbows into the back of her head. Williams was able to finally block one of the incoming blows and drove a knee into Cross’ gut. She followed it with a spinning kick that caught Cross in the jaw as she was doubled over. Cross was on all fours and Williams jumped up and hit a double stomp onto her back. Williams ran to the corner and to the second ropes and dove, looking for a diving elbow, but Cross rolled out of the way. Cross pulled Williams up to her feet and connected with a belly to back suplex. Williams started to roll to her feet but took a seated superkick from Cross. Cross ran to the corner and hit a double jump split legged moonsault on Williams and hooked a leg for only a two count. Cross jumped to the apron and stalked Williams slowly getting back to her feet. She springboarded into the ring and connected with the Block-Knocked (Super Dragon’s UFO). Cross looked for another pin attempt but once again only picked up two. Cross slowly pulled Williams to her feet but Williams dropped with a jawbreaker. Cross staggered and was then hit with a Russian legsweep. Williams rolled to her feet and Cross was able to get back to her feet. Williams connected with the Revertigo (Tilt-a-whirl Armdrag) and Cross went sliding out of the ring from the momentum. Williams saw an opening as Cross started to stand and hit a vaulting tope suicida. Both ladies were down as they landed hard and Williams tried to slide back into the ring to beat the referee’s count but couldn’t roll into the ring in time.

WINNER: Draw, double countout 8:42

Williams slid under the ropes and thought she made it back in time but was quickly informed she had missed the count and that the match ended. She looked bummed as Cross came to and was helped to her feet from Cailin Dillon who had come down to assist.

Put the Threat in Triple
Earlier Tonight

We're inside an empty EW Warehouse, where Bailey Mayhew is seated on the top turnbuckle.

Bailey Mayhew: I was this close (she holds her index finger and thumb closely together) to winning my first match ever. I jumped off this top rope that I am seated upon, hitting Not Just Another Frog Splash, and then I took a knee to the head. I lost, but at the same time, I sort of didn't. I wasn't the one pinned. In fact, it was my move that Krista May won off of. My move won the match, but it still counts as a loss for me.

Bailey Mayhew: This week I face off against a decorated tag team wrestler in James Gaines, as well as my own room mate, Mighty Jo Young. I playfully threw out the idea that we work together, but she declined. That's fine, but I'm not gonna take it easy on her, and I'm sure she feels the same towards me. Since I just competed in a Triple Threat Match, I'm already mentally prepared. I still have some momentum. I guess that makes me the Threat in Triple Threat, and rest assured I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice.

With that, Bailey soars off the top rope, connecting with Not Just Another Frog Splash to a practice dummy. As she lies on top of it, she slaps her hand on the mat three times.

The Turnaround

Mighty Jo marches out to the beat of her song "Come With Me Now" this time, and vaults easily up onto the ring, ducking one rope to step in.

"Mighty"Jo Young: Hey New York! It's great to be here again! So, the Triple Threat tonight is three of us who lost our debut matches in Empire Wrestling. A bitter pill to swallow, and then when they announced the card, my new roomie Bailey Mayhew and I are fighting each other tonight!

She shakes her head, paces around the ring.

"Mighty"Jo Young: We already worked it out. We're both going for the win tonight, and regardless of who takes it, we're just going to be better friends from the experience. Those of you who read Blazenbook even know that the three of us have a little side wager on this action tonight! Not in money of course.

She grins slyly and reverses her circle.. each step more like a hop.. her body struggling to contain more and more ferocious energy.

"Mighty"Jo Young: So, New York. Tonight, you've got three underdogs looking to turn things around.. hungry for that win and looking forward to climbing to the top of this game. Round and round we go... where we stop?? Who knows?



As the bell sounded to start things we got Young and Gaines exchanging hard strikes. Young rocked Gaines with a hard open palm strike that caused him to stagger into Mayhew as she caught him with a jumping neckbreaker. Mayhew rose to her feet and locked up with Young but Young quickly started to strike with lefts and rights before hitting her with an uppercut. Mayhew fell into the corner as Gaines was up. Gaines charged with a hard clothesline that rocked Mayhew to the mat. Gaines turned and clotheslined Young and she rolled to her feet. She jumped up and caught him with a forearm smash. She spun and hit a kick to the gut that doubled him over. Mayhew came jumping from the second rope and hit a bulldog onto Gaines. Mayhew got back to her feet and was hit with the Caught Up (Spear) by Young. Young popped to her feet and grabbed Gaines and started to set him up in a powerbomb position. Gaines flipped Young back over his shoulders. She got back to her feet and was caught with a flapjack from Gaines. Gaines was back to his feet and hit with a kick to the gut from Mayhew. She grabbed him and proceeded to hit him with the Wings of a Butterfly (Butterfly Suplex). She rolled him into a cover but only picked up two. Young grabbed Mayhew and pulled her to her feet and hit the Young Gun (AA Spinebuster). Gaines grabbed Young and looked for a small package but only got a two count. Young popped right back to her feet and lifted Gaines and hit the Gorizia (Scoop Slam). He got to his feet and Young pulled him in and lifted, driving him to the mat with the Mighty Slam (Batista Bomb). Young was pulled to her feet by Mayhew before she could cover. Mayhew dropped Young with the Brain Damage (Chris Hero’s Death Blow) and then rushed to the top ropes. Mayhew dove and connected with Not Just Another Frog Splash on Gaines and picked up a pinfall.

WINNER: Bailey Mayhew, via pinfall 10:34

Mayhew helped Young to her feet and the two shook hands briefly before we cut away.

Next Mission

The scene is backstage where we see Barrett Lynch with a cool towel draped around his neck as he sits down on a nearby bench with his head bowed before looking up at the camera intently as he calmly yet confidently starts to speak.

Barrett Lynch Last week, I fought with everything I had in me and put in a great effort. But a great effort wasn't enough, because Imperious managed to pin my shoulders to the mat and win the first battle in what looks to be a long war between us. I could be like a lot of other guys in the back, crying and complaining about how I got screwed, but the facts are the facts. I got beat. All I can do is shake it off and move on. I've got Calypso trying to mentally manipulate me while this week, I have to do something that makes me, admittedly, uncomfortable... and that is beat Kayla Taylor. Make no mistake, Kayla made a statement last week and has a great work ethic, but all my life, I got brought up to, under no circumstances, to EVER hit a woman... and facing Kayla in the ring makes me feel like somehow I'm defying what I was taught growing up. I'm not crazy about this match, but this is part of EMPIRE, and if I have to beat Kayla to rise up the ranks? So be it. No matter what, though, this "Iron Heart" will ALWAYS beat strong...

Barrett pauses for dramatic effect.

Barrett Lynch ... HOO-RAH!!!

#NotAfraid

The camera cuts to somewhere else backstage in the EW Warehouse, near the entrance tunnel and ramp. We see Kevin Olson standing by with Kayla Taylor as she’s ready for her match, sipping on a bottle of water. Olson readies for the interview as he nods to the camera.

Kevin Olson: I’m standing by here with Kayla Taylor who looks to continue a strong start here in Empire Wrestling. Kayla, do you feel you have to look over your shoulder at all with some of the things Calypso has stated after you beat him?

Kayla Taylor: Not at all. Looking over your shoulder, always wondering what could be coming is no way to walk around. I’m not afraid. I’m sure mine and Calypso’s paths will cross again down the road and that match will have the same outcome; me being declared the winner. He can pretend that what he did after our match matters but it doesn’t. It only shows that he’s a big baby when it comes to losing. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a match to win.

Kayla walks off screen as we cut back to ringside.



The two competitors talked before the match started and even shook hands to the delight of the fans in the Warehouse. Taylor and Lynch lock up early and fight for position. Taylor locked in a side headlock but Lynch was able to pretty easily slip out and apply one of his own. Taylor eventually slipped out and started to apply an abdominal stretch on Lynch but he flipped her over with a hip toss. Taylor rolled to her feet and was hit with the SCUD Missile (Sick Kick). Lynch rolled Taylor into a cover but was only able to pick up a two count. Lynch pulled Taylor up to her feet and started to set up a blue thunder bomb but Taylor reversed into a bulldog. Lynch rolled to his feet and Kayla lifted and dropped him with a scoop slam. She dropped an elbow across his chest before pulling him back to his feet. She jumped and looked for a DDT but was pushed away and landed on her feet. Lynch grabbed her and connected with the Shock & Awe (Throat Slam Backbreaker/Swinging Reverse STO Combo). Taylor was slow to get to her feet as Lynch measured her up. She stood and turned as Lynch charged, looking for the Sudden Death (Bull Hammer) but Taylor ducked. She grabbed him from behind and looked for the Broadway Lights (Cross Rhodes) but Lynch was able to spin away. He turned back to Taylor and she drove a knee into his gut and he fell to a knee. She charged and connected with the Plan A (Shining Wizard). She rolled him into a pin but only picked up two. She got back to her feet and followed Lynch around the ring as he started to get to his feet. She looked for the Stamp It Out (Avada Kedavra) but Lynch ducked it. Lynch looked for a German suplex but Taylor flipped backwards and landed on her feet. She grabbed Lynch from behind and the lights in the Warehouse went out. Once they came back up we saw Calypso standing in the ring behind Taylor. He rocked Taylor with the To the 3rd Power (Clothesline) to the back of her head as the referee called for the bell.

WINNER: Kayla Taylor, via disqualification 9:29

Calypso started to stomp on Taylor as Lynch started to come to. Calypso grabbed Lynch and whipped him into the corner. He charged after him and connected with the Baptism (Stinger Splash). Lynch staggered out of the corner as Calypso looked to hit him with the To the 3rd Power but Lynch met him with a SCUD Missile. Calypso hit the mat and rolled out of the ring, holding his jaw, and laughing. Lynch checked on Taylor as we faded away.

Rock Bottom

The camera moves backstage, where we see Kevin Olson once again standing by.

Kevin Olson: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, please welcome the one, the only, Kirlia Gardevoir.

The camera pans to the right, where "The Amazon Princess" Kirlia Gardevoir is waiting. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail and she's sporting brand new ring gear, inspired partially by Batman's Poison Ivy - no doubt a shoutout to a certain comic loving friend she knows is watching.

Kevin Olson: Miss Gardevoir, the floor is yours.

Kevin hands over the mic to Kirlia and walks away, leaving the former Champion alone in front of the camera.

Kirlia Gardevoir: My name is Sarah James. Eleven years ago, in 2004, I made my pro wrestling debut as a member of the BWF roster. From 2004 to 2007, I was - in a word - dominant. And that's not me being cocky, either. Two time BWF World Champion. Two time BWF Tag Team Champion. BWF International Champion. I even held the Cruiserweight Title back when BWF had one of those. I was the 2006 Female Superstar of the Year. In 2011, I was inducted into the BWF Hall of Fame at WrestleFest VI, alongside greats like Gabe Shelley and Casey Campbell.

She pauses, taking a deep breath.

Kirlia Gardevoir: That was the woman you all got to know. But, like any story, that was only half of the tale. The truth was, unfortunately, much more bitter.

Another pause. Kirlia seems to be contemplating if she wishes to continue or not.

Kirlia Gardevoir: Sometime in 2006, my family's history of personal demons began to exhibit their control over me. I started drinking heavily. I began experimenting with drugs. My...

She closes her eyes.

Kirlia Gardevoir: ...my lowest point came in 2009, years after my career spun out of control because of my substance abuse problems. I lost control. I struck my own sister, Alison. No... I beat her. Viciously. She wound up in the hospital because of me. And the worst part of it all? didn't even remember doing it.

Kirlia has begun crying.

Kirlia Gardevoir: Alison told me, much later, that the fight began over a missing jar of peanut butter. I just... I'm sorry, I need a moment.

She pauses, catching her breath and wiping her eyes, before continuing.

Kirlia Gardevoir: After seeing what had happened to Alison, what I had done to my own baby sister, I checked myself in to rehab. I got clean, or tried to. I even attempted to make a brief comeback with PWA in 2010, but everybody said the same thing; this isn't the same woman we loved to watch in BWF. I was a shell of my former self. I retired, because I felt I had nothing left worth giving. I fell apart. And it nearly consumed me. I started drinking again... and...

Another hesitant pause.

Kirlia Gardevoir: In, uh, in 2012, I... there's really no easy way to say this... attempted to... not be alive anymore. I tried to drown my sorrows in Jack, and when that didn't work, I tried to drown myself, just to stop the pain. I would have died that night, had the same little sister I beat three years prior not come home for the weekend from Yale to visit. Once again, Alison unwittingly saved my life. She and Katie didn't leave my side for weeks after that. They pledged to help get me clean once and for all, and they have so far been successful. I'm pleased to announce that this past Fourth of July was three years sober for me.

The crowd cheers loudly at this.

Kirlia Gardevoir: Why tell you all of this? Maybe I felt I had to justify signing a contract with Empire Wrestling. After all, most of the competitors here are rookies, or made their names outside of the BWF. Me, I'm BWF born and bred. You don't see Steve Austin showing up at Full Sail University, and you wouldn't have seen Bill Dynamite lace up the boots for Underground, back when they were still an eWo deal. So, why am I here in Empire Wrestling?

Kirlia smiles softly.

Kirlia Gardevoir: Simply put - I'm starting over.

A pause.

Kirlia Gardevoir: My actions over the past several years have severely tarnished the Gardevoir name. Katie's doing her part in redeeming it over in EWS and AXW, but the name Kirlia Gardevoir in particular has gone from an industry standard to a disappointing punchline. After training for the last year, I'm ready to return to the ring for real - not some one-off where I'm facing Daza at Happenstance or teaming with Katie at WrestleFest - a real, legitimate fresh start. Because even though I am a former Champion, I don't deserve to be. My hope is that, through my performances in EW and, eventually, BWF, I can prove to all of you - and myself - that am every bit the performer I always knew I was.

Kirlia holds her arm up and pulls her MMA-style green glove off; there is a straight edge symbol tattooed on the back of her right hand.

Kirlia Gardevoir: No drugs. No alcohol. Nothing but the thrill of competition to satiate my burning desire. I have never been as focused or as ready to make an impact in the wrestling ring as I am in this moment. I will be on top of the wrestling world again. The first leg of that journey will be complete when I become the EW Heavyweight Champion. The quest to the title begins tonight, when I face off against Derrick Daze. Kid... I gotta say, you picked a bad night to make your EW debut.

Kirlia smirks.

Kirlia Gardevoir: In the old words of my sister Katie, and by proxy James Storm... Derrick, sorry 'bout your damn luck. Time to win.

Kirlia slips her glove back on and nods to the camera before the shot cuts back to ringside.



The camera shows Derrick Daze in the ring, having watched the promo by Kirlia alongside everyone else in the Warehouse. Gardevoir made her way to the ring as we were set for action. Daze tried to catch Gardevoir with right hands as they circled around each other in the ring but she dodged each one. Daze got her backed into a corner and started to unload with lefts and rights before he grabbed her by the leg and pulled her to the center of the ring. He drove an elbow into her knee before kicking her other leg out from under her. He followed it up with a leg DDT and rolled into a leg lock. Gardevoir was able to get to the ropes and pulled herself through them and to the apron. She got to her feet and caught Daze with a back elbow as he charged at her. She leaned down and drove a shoulder into his gut and followed it with a sunset flip and looked for a pin but only got two. They both rolled to their feet but Daze caught Gardevoir with the Fall (Running Crane Kick). Daze covered but Gardevoir kicked out right at two. Gardevoir got back to her feet and Daze looked for a rolling kneebar but Gardevoir was able to grab the top rope so he couldn’t pull her down. Daze rolled backwards to his feet and was dropped by Gardevoir’s Pretty Petal (Chick Kick). She rolled him into a cover and once again only picked up two. Gardevoir pulled him to his feet and started to look for the Shire Slam (Michinoku Driver) but Daze blocked it and rammed his head into hers. Gardevoir staggered and Daze started to set up for the Voyage (Spinning Unprettier) but Gardevoir pushed him away. He turned into a kick to the gut from Gardevoir as she followed it with the Bleeding Rose (Sliced Bread #2). Gardevoir hooked a leg as she covered and picked up a pinfall win.

WINNER: Kirlia Gardevoir, via pinfall 9:52

Get Back On Track

Scene cuts backstage as Korey Gaines is sitting in his locker room as he paces back and forth as he looks down at his cell phone as he then tosses it on his bag as he quickly sits down on the bench.

Korey Gaines: Dammit! It's not like him to not pick up.

Korey hears the door open as he looks up and in walks in James as he smirks at a worried little brother.

Korey Gaines: Where the hell did you ride your bike to? Mexico?

James chuckles as he tosses his bag to the floor.

James Gaines: Just like mom, always the worrier.

Korey mimics a chuckle as he tosses an empty water bottle at his brother.

James Gaines: just went for a drive to clear the mind. You know I hate losing and how competitive I am. We are one of the best tag teams in the world, plus I had high expectations. So I had to clear my mind and think of a game plan.

Korey looks up at his brother as he looks on.

James Gaines: If we are going to get back on the right track and be the best team in the world we gotta have fun, relax, and kick ass. Just like old times ya hear me kid?

Korey playfully shoves his brother as they bump knuckles.

Korey Gaines: We ride together.

James Gaines: We die together.

Korey Gaines: and James Gaines: Des Ink for life!

They embrace as they chuckle before leaving the locker room as the scene cuts away.

Chaos for Entertainment

The screen opens in an unidentified room backstage where we see Billy Way ominously staring at the camera, licking his lips as he gets ready to address the viewers

Billy Way You know what's the difference between animals and humans? Aside from the fact that we're rational beings, we discriminate one another. We focuses too much on differences and tend to throw stones at one another based on these differences. Like I said before, we're accustomed to the whole, "us" vs. "them"without seeing the bigger pictures of things. We're are all judge, juries and executioners, punishing those who are not us for our own selfish beliefs and needs. It's appalling really. You people judge me for not being one of "them." You people point fingers at me and call me names like, "weirdo." You judge me based on my win and loss record in both EWS and now here in EW, without recognizing my true purpose. You people say that I'm a loser, someone who doesn’t have what it takes to be mentioned along with the greats. You people are blinded by what society shows you, not noticing the real story...but I....I know the truth. I'm not a loser nor a winner, but rather a man that is all about creating chaos for entertainment. You think I'm bothered by being pinned by Notch on the first EW's show? HA! I'm far from angry. Because the truth is, I never cared about winning or losing. All I care about is exposing the truth.

Billy starts to grin creepily

Billy Way I know the truth about all of you. Especially you...my first victim. You, my first victim, are just like them. Judging people on something you don’t know. You put on a false bravado, acting like you're different from everyone else. But you're the same..just like the rest of them. You're obsessed with this ideology of being successful, being unique, being loved or hated, and creating a legacy for yourself. You're obsessed with being noticed and being remembered. You need a reality check but the people surrounding you won't give you one. But I will. For I'm not about winning or losing, I'm about tearing off the masks that people like you wear. I'm going to expose you. Expose you to the entire world. i'm going to break your spirit, your heart, your ambitions, and your dreams. I'm going to make an example out of you and show the world how you're really a fraud and everything that you say you are is a lie. You're my first victim and soon enough, I will make my presence known to you. And when it is all said and your demise is written in stones, just remember one thing. I'm doing this for the sake of entertainment. For the sake of the people...



The camera cut to the ring and we saw Wade Mason standing with a microphone in hand.

Wade Mason: Many of you are excited for Imperious and Billy Way to compete here tonight but unfortunately that match has been canceled tonight.

There’s a handful of boos from the fans.

Wade Mason: That match will happen, just not tonight. We will see Billy Way tonight, however. In fact we’ll see him next, in the main event, as the special guest referee!

Return to Greatness
Earlier Tonight

A hazy summer morning comes to New York City. Here, looking out onto the harbor where the beloved Statue Of Liberty sits, is where we find The Notch on this day, his arms rested on the crude metal rails of a tourist walkway. He’s got on a royal blue hoodie with a white W printed on it in homage to his high school alma mater. He’s wearing a pair of matching mesh basketball shorts and black and white running shoes. The Notch turns to us, rubbing his hands, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.

The Notch: Life is a funny thing. Whenever you think you’ve got yourself, your life all figured out, something happens to completely change how you feel about everything you thought you knew. You realize, even at age 40, that you’re still learning, you’re still finding out stuff about yourself, the career you chose 20 years earlier, and the people you meet along the way. This isn’t a promo to boost my ego or rub salt in the wounds of those I defeated on the debut of Animosity. It’s done, it’s over, I’m moving on to the next stage, and that would be the EW Heavyweight Championship. Wade Mason talked about opportunities, about setting the bar, and the thing is, with all due respect to every man and woman on this roster, my life, my career in this sport, it might as well be a goddamn book on earning opportunities, earning your spot, paying your dues, and yeah, setting that bar as high as you can.

The Notch: So while I don’t doubt for a second that there are others who feel deep down in their souls that they know what all of that is about, maybe they even feel they are the epitome of that in EW, but anybody can say anything in front of a mic, on a television screen, or hell, on an Internet podcast, but what you believe when all the lights are off, when you’re sitting in your apartment, and nobody gives a damn who you are or what you do, when NOBODY is there to stroke your ego and ask for that autograph, man, that’s what matters most when we’re talking about being a true champion. I’ve done it, I’ve been there, many times. It’s lonely, lonely as fuck, with the only people who give a damn about you are either those who never left your side, or the sons of bitches looking to knock you off or watch you fall, and you know what?

The Notch looks up into the sky, a face filled with passionate focus.

The Notch: I’m going to be there again, because goddamn it I love this! I need this like the air I breathe, the food I eat, this is all I live for! I came to EW to prove to the wrestling world that I’m still capable of being THE GUY, the one to carry the torch, not just lay down and pass the son of a bitch, probably to some arrogant little shit who doesn’t even deserve it! Like I said, I’ll quote my favorite rapper of ALL TIME, don’t call it a comeback, I’ve been here for years! For some of you, this is a learning experience, and that’s fine. For others, it’s the glitz, it’s the glamour, it’s fucking vanity, ego, money in the bank! I’m not here to tell anybody how to live. I’m here to tell you I’m going to do WHATEVER it takes to become the FIRST EW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! You kids want to make history? Well, my sons, my daughters of the wrestling world, Daddy, Granddaddy, whatever the fuck you want to call me, guess what? There’s still many a fine tune left in this old piano, and I’m not giving in, I’m not giving up!

The Notch is all fired up, looking away for a moment, then back at the camera.

The Notch: Wrath, you can go tell whoever is stupid enough to listen to your shit that my win was a fluke, that it doesn’t matter because I didn’t pin the “almighty” Aeolus Wrath. Well guess what, pal? Don’t go telling me how this story is gonna end. Don’t go writing my death certificate at your hands, because you’re gonna be disappointed. Tonight, we’re gonna see just who the REAL fluke really is in this business, a guy who has been nothing short of THE SINGLE GREATEST WRESTLING SPECTACLE in the history of this industry, or some arrogant little piss stain on this sport whose ONLY claims to fame are being related to two guys who actually cared about this business, and a 408 day title reign that he didn’t even earn on his own!

The Notch: I’m not one for clichés, but history, history always unfolds like it should, and if you don’t know history, boys and girls, you’re doomed to repeat it. History books in this sport will tell you, there’s ONE GUY who always rises to the challenge, who ALWAYS gives it his very best, and ALWAYS finds a way to win when every logical reason suggests it can’t be done, and that guy, well, he’s the ugly 40 year old looking at you right now. So tonight, Wrath, we’re going to let tonight dictate what history books say about us, and where we go from this point on. I don’t know, and I don’t give a damn if I ever see your stupid emo Hot Topic looking ass ever again after this, but I can tell you this, one of the next times you see me, well buckle up, buttercup, because I will be EW Heavyweight Champion, and you’re just going to have to deal with that, because if you think it’s gonna be you, well, I hate to break it to you but.. I DON’T THINK SO YO!!

The Notch walks off camera, as the focus remains on the Statue Of Liberty out in her harbor.

Worship
Earlier Tonight

We open outside The Warehouse, as the sun is nearly finished setting. There, standing in a spot where a portion of him remains in shadow is Aeolus Wrath. He see his jet black hair brushed down nearly over his eyes, clad in black sleeveless shirt, matching designer jeans, and black and white Vans shoes, his arms crossed, head down, seemingly not amused with having to say anything at all. He slowly uncrosses his arms and begin to slowly and loudly clap.

Aeolus Wrath Bravo, Notch, bravo. I mean people get Oscars for that kind of bullshit performance, but you, I mean you said it yourself, this is life to you, the air you breathe, the shits you take, blah, blah, blah! You know, just when I thought you couldn’t bore me to tears enough in EWS, you come here, to New York City, a place where people can actually be respected for having a different point of view and for just being different in general and yet there you are, the same old boring Notch, saying the same old boring shit, because the same old STUPID people lap this shit up like one of Pavlov’s mutts. I tried, Notch, really I did, but I just can’t ignore this GLARING problem that, well, I just don’t like you, from your stupid ass top of your head, to the equally annoying bottom of your toes, and fuck, everything in between. You’re like a blockbuster movie that seemingly EVERYBODY likes, yet someone like me just doesn’t see the fascination with. You want to be the spectacle, Notch? Great, just great. You can go do that, and while you’re doing whatever the fuck that actually means, I’ll be over here doing what I DO best, and that’s shattering records and changing the face of the game!

Aeolus Wrath You have a problem with what I’ve been saying, Notch? Because while I’m only 27, I’ve been around this industry enough to know that when somebody has a problem with what I’ve said, it means it hit a nerve, struck a chord, there’s some truth to what I’m saying so I’ll say it again so it sinks into your cobweb infested brain. Your win was a fluke, you are a fluke, everything about you, your career, and what you think is a legacy, is a fluke and a joke. You’re standing there, trying to look all tough and focused, but we all know better, don’t we Notch? You’re looking to sell these sheep a bill of goods about how much the championship means to you. I may be an arrogant fuck, Notch, but I’m at least honest with these mouth breathers. You say you want it for them? FOR THEM? Are you fucking kidding me? Notch, you want that title so you can look at yourself in the mirror and not cry like a little girl about how pathetic you’ve become and how far you’ve fallen in your career.

Aeolus Wrath Me? I just want the damn thing because I’m an asshole, the king of them really, and I’m fine with that. An asshole king like me, well, he deserves to be champion, because even though I’m somebody people can’t stand, they can’t stand me because they know how good I am, how good I’ve been, and how great a champion I am for business! Look around, Notch. Do you see a calendar that says 1998 on it? Do you see people knocking each other over for Furbys anymore? Do you see people banding together as a country because of a terrorist attack? Times have changed, Notch, and I know there are ignorant fucks out there who just LOVE nostalgia like you. These are the same guys who live in their mother’s basement and eagerly await the second coming of Surge and Crystal Pepsi while blowing on the hair of their Troll dolls for good luck. Just stop, Notch, really just stop this fucking shit right now. It’s embarrassing.

Wrath brushes his hair back, a sinister scowl on his face.

Aeolus Wrath Seriously, Notch, you want to talk about setting the bar, like somehow you wrote the book on it? Buy a fucking clue, man. You’re like an EW vanity project. Let’s bring this fossil in, have the stupid brainless kids on the roster look up to him, we’ll sell tons of merchandise, and the whole world will be candy drops and universally accepted gay ass rainbows! I’m telling you for the last time, Notch. Get.The.Fuck.Out.Of.My.Way. Get out of my way or get hurt, BADLY. You know my family, Notch, and you know we’re a stubborn bunch. Either we get what we want, when we want it, or just take it, and if I have to take you out to TAKE the EW Heavyweight Championship, and fuck I don’t know, hold it for 409 days for shits and giggles, then you can be damn sure I’ll take your whole career and flush it down the fucking toilet where it belongs.

Aeolus Wrath Nah, there’s no happy ending in this story, boys and girls. Only sadness, only heartbreak, and the sad truth we must all learn as adults. Our childhood heroes, they were never heroes, just assholes who were stupid enough to think so, manipulating us as kids because we were stupid enough to believe the horseshit they were slinging while filling their pockets with our hopes and dreams.

Aeolus Wrath It’s 2015, Notch. Kids, adults too, they don’t need heroes. They need GODS, gods to fear, that’s just the way it is, old-timer. It’s the latest craze, to worship a CERTIFIABLE WRESTLING GOD. It’s a good thing I’m around to fill that void, now isn’t it?

Wrath smirks.

Aeolus Wrath Later, fucktard.

Wrath walks away, the camera focused on the little sunlight left hitting the spot where he stood, as it continues to decrease, the scene fading to the ring.



Bill Way made his way to the ring sporting a referee’s shirt as Notch and Wrath were waiting in the ring. Way called for the match to start and Wrath and Notch were all over each other. Wrath started to punish Notch with vicious kicks to the sides and legs to really slow him down. Wrath popped up and caught Notch in the jaw with a dropkick. Notch rolled to his feet and ducked under a clothesline and connected with a neckbreaker. Wrath got to his feet and walked into a DDT from Notch. Notch pulled Wrath up and set him hard into the corner. Notch charged and drove his knee into Wrath’s gut. Wrath was pulled to the center of the ring and hit with a snapmare. Notch drove a boot into the spine of Wrath that seemed to cause a lot of pain. Wrath pulled himself to his feet and hit Notch with a hard back elbow. He springboarded off the ropes and delivered Your Anti-Christ (Springboard Roundhouse Kick). Wrath covered Notch and Way made a pinfall count of two before Notch kicked out. Notch was pulled to his feet and he speared Wrath into the corner. Notch hit a one handed bulldog on Wrath and stood beside him. He got the fans going as he delivered the West Sider (S2H Bulldog/Worm [NOTCH] into a legdrop). He covered and picked up a two count. Wrath used the ropes to pull himself to his feet and hit a crescent kick on a charging Notch. He sent Notch into the corner and lifted him to the top rope. He started to set up for the Aeoshocker (Top Rope RKO) but Notch pushed him away. Notch jumped to the mat and started to set up for the Sugar Notch (Fisherman’s DDT) but Way caught him in the jaw with the Billion Dollar Kick (Roundhouse Kick) as the fans all booed. Billy Way climbed to the top ropes and delivered the Way of the Future (Shooting Star Leg Drop) onto Notch.

No Contest, stoppage 9:44

Billy Way stood over The Notch as Wrath rolled out of the ring just watching on.

Alex Wilkie: Entertainment from chaos is the Billy Way way.

Scott Parker: I think it’s safe to say that Billy Way is looking to make an impression more than anything.

We get a final shot of Billy Way in the ring as we fade to black, logo, black.

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