[CUT TO: The backstage area where the ANTHOLOGY is standing by (and somebody has apparently made the grave mistake of giving Shawn Hart a microphone).]

SJH: Good evening T.V. Land, SHAWN HART REPORTING... and I'm here with the JIGGIEST jokers to ever to hit the biz, the HOTTEST ho-mongers ever to hit the club, the GREATEST guys ever to catch your gander, the SEXIEST stable of superstars ever to grace your screen, the most RAD, awesome, mega-dope, super-hype, ultra-cool-

WELLS: Shawn!!

[Hart is stopped instantly in his tracks. Wells mimics the motion of tapping his wrist watch, after which Shawn grins impishly and proceeds with the interview.]

SJH: Right!! Mr. Wells, let's start with you. At Unleashed you returned from a two-year absence in GRAND FASHION, dispatching some of the BEST talent EPW has to offer with unbridled fury! Now, you're booked to go against a man you're more than familiar with in Anarky, which leads me to my first question. Jared, how big is your penis?

WELLS: Shawn Hart you put me right on the spot. But I can't really give that answer right now. Daddy just can't. Sorry, trade secret.

SJH: By trade secret, I'll just assume you mean we're trading sizes later... and that it's our little secret, but enough about my fantasies - LARRY TACT, last week you shocked the world by stepping in for he who SHAN'T be named in the main event, becoming the newest member of the greatest collection of talent this promotion has ever seen. That said, how does it feel to be rolling with the homies, and just how much HURTIN' are you gonna help us unleash on these EPW jackholes?!

TACT: "Y'know, Shawn, it feels pretty good. I was looking forward to dominating EPW, laying waste to those who are assigned the unsavory task of challenging me each week. But after taking down the Fallen... it seems my matches will only be PART of the domination, because Anthology is ready to dominate the entire EPW. Really, is there anyone on this roster who can say they've got the TALENT to match us, much less stop us?"

[The Phenom looks to his associate - one Cameron Cruise.]

SJH: How 'bout it big man? The two of you are set to take on the Crimson Calling in something of a return affair from Unleashed. Can these two jerk-offs pull a rabbit out of their hat for this one, or will they be CRUISIN' for bruisin' yet again?

CRUISE: What the hell Shawn, you tryin' to say we've got a "Rocky and Bullwinkle" on our hands or what?? Nevermind, just like at Unleashed it's immaterial now. The fact is that I keep telling people that things are gonna change around here whether they like it or not and some way, somehow...we're still being ignored, still being tossed aside like a freakin' Parking Ticket, which is fine by me because that means it's all the more special for us when the moment comes that we take control of this company and finally get what we've been after for along time. There's no way Crimson Calling or Chronic Collizion or Chronic Crimson Diarrhea...whatever it is they're calling themselves this week...is going to beat us. It wasn't gonna happen at Unleashed and it's not gonna change now.

SJH: So it's safe to say their asses are grasses, and YOU'RE the Mexican gardener?!

CRUISE: If the shoe fits....wait a second...did you just call me MEXICAN???

[SJH gives an approving nod as Tact and Wells chuckle in the background, throwing an arm around their stablemate.]

SJH: Alright fans, YOU HEARD IT HEAR FIRST... the Anthology rocks socks that haven't even been knitted and all our opponents are going down like French hookers!! Oh, and SNOOZENHOFF likes dudes. BACK TO YOU GANG!

[Hart throws it back to ringside as Cruise continues to protest.]


Anthology vs. Crimson Calling


DT: Our next matchup is a good one. Two members of The Anthology, Cameron Cruise and Larry Tact, take on Crimson Calling.

DM: The Anthology is the talk of EPW right now. Some have said they’re a main event-caliber stable. They certainly have a few guys there capable of beating anybody.

MN: They’ve made a huge splash Dean. Don’t sell them short. They’re taking EPW over. You can’t stop the Anthology… WOOOO!!!

DM: Easy Neely… you don’t want to aggravate those hemorrhoids. 

MN: DAMNIT DEAN! I told you that in confidence!

DM: Are you kidding me? There’s no way I can keep a secret like that.

DT: Let’s change the subject guys. Crimson Calling’s in this match too, don’t forget..

MN: Please! Those two blowhards can’t get anything right. They have the greatest manager in EPW and they still can’t put a win together.

DM: Your statement is right only because they have the only manager in EPW! The only thing Nathan Fear knows how to do is make money. He doesn’t know how to run a tag team, that’s for sure. These poor guys are suffering through match after match at the whim of Fear’s mistakes.

MN: What are you talking about! Fear is the only reason these guys can call themselves a tag team! He’s the one bright spot in this train wreck.

DT: While Mike talks out of the wrong orifice, we’re going to Tony Fatora for the introductions.

(The sound of a flicking lighter... water bubbling... and obnoxious COUGHING heralds the intro to "10001110101" by Clutch. As the music swings into its first bluesy hard rock riff, "The Raging Russian" Ivan Dalkichev storms onto the stage, downing the last of his bottle of vodka, which he immediately SMASHES on the ground and beats his chest with his fist, roaring to the audience! Slinking through the mist behind him is "The Escape Artist" Erik Black, a plume of smoke escaping his lips and holding up “GEEZER” for the fans to see!)

(The pair come face to face at the top of the ramp, flashing each other thumbs up, and make their way down. Nathan Fear saunters out from behind the stage entrance, allowing his boys to take the spotlight. Dalkichev strides with Norrisean intensity, heading straight for the ring in a drunken stupor, while Black remains in tow, dancing to the music and playing to the fans.)

(As they come to the ring, the hulking Dalkichev scales the apron, staggering slightly, and steps over the top rope to enter the squared circle. Black slides inside after him, walking around the ring on his knees while pumping up the audience. Fear takes his place in their corner. At the end of their set, Dalkichev drops to his knees in the center of the ring, holding his arms out to his sides. Black takes position behind him and holds his arms up in a V formation. When viewed from straight on, they form a five-pointed shape similar to a cannabis leaf!)

TF: Introducing first, from Indianapolis, IN and weighing in at a combined 738 pounds… formerly the CRIMSON CALLING, formerly the CHRONIC COLLIZION!! And now once again…. CRRRRRRRRIMSONNNNN CALLLLLLLLLLLINNGGGGGG!!!!!!!

(“All These Things I Hate (Revolve Around You) by Bullet For My Valentine hits over the loudspeakers as the fans boo Cameron Cruise. He steps out onto the stage and fireworks go off all around him. As he walks down the ramp fans hold out their hands and he ignores them completely. He sneers at a fan with a “Fallen” sign before rolling under the ropes and into the ring.)

TF: And one half of the challengers… from Jacksonville, North Carolina… at six foot, three inches tall and 263 pounds… one of the founding members of The Athology… CAMMMMERRRROONNNNNN CRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUIISSSSSSEEE!!!!!

(The lights begin flickering WILDLY as the opening beats of "Pieces" by Hoobastank sound throughout the arena.)

"TURN AROUND AND PICK UP THE PIECES!"

(A BURST of black and gold pyro goes off as Larry Tact steps through the entrance, observing momentarily before heading down the ramp. Seeing a couple fans mouthing off along his way, he takes a moment to spit on his own hand before attempting to SLAP a couple fans across the face. Tact smirks, then proceeds to the ring steps and ascends them. He enters the ring and climbs a turnbuckle, pointing to himself and opening his arms to receive their reaction. Coming back down to the canvas, he stretches using the ropes, focused on his opponent.)

TF: And finally, hailing from Manhattan, New York… six feet six inches tall and 260 pounds… the newest member of the runaway train known as Anthology… LLLLAAAAARRRRRRYYYYYY TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACTTT!!!!!!

DT: Looks like Tact and Black will be starting this one off as they square up to one another and the bell rings. They step closer before Black goes for the grapple and Tact breaks it. Both men puff out their chests now before Tact lands a right to the face of Erik. Tact with a hip throw on Black, who bounces right back up. Black bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but is met by Tact who reverses with a Leg Screw Takedown.

MN: Look at Tact’s speed and technical prowess Dean.. Black can’t keep up.

DM: I’ll agree Mike, Black looks slow and diffident out there. And look at Fear screaming from their corner. It’s obvious he’s affecting Black and not in a good way.

MN: You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. Fear is the man! Do you think he’ll help me pay off my gambling debt?

DM: Give it a rest Mike.

DT: Black tags in Dalkichev, who towers over Tact, a large man in his own right. The Russian with a couple overhand chops to Larry’s chest and Tact stumbles backward. Dalkichev runs forward screaming HIP TOSSES Dalkichev to the mat!

DM: OOOOHH!!! A very hard fall on a very big man!

MN: Yeah that looked painful, not to mention hilarious! USA! USA! USA!

DT: Tact with the pin here.

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2…

Kickout!

DT: Tact picks up Ivan and executes a flawless Swinging Neckbreaker. Popping right back up, Tact drops a few knees into Dalkichev’s abdomen and the Russian kicks his legs up in pain. Tact decides to take this opportunity and tag in Cameron Cruise. Cruise flies into the ring and pounces on Ivan, giving the giant no chance to get up. He punches and elbows the Russian repeatedly in the face before Black jumps in to stop it. Black pulls Cruise off Dalkichev right before getting clotheslined by Tact.

DM: Black saves Ivan, but not himself as Tact nearly takes his head off.

MN: Larry’s one hell of a tag team partner. It won’t be long before any two members of the Anthology get some tag gold.

DM: One of the best tag teams in EPW history, The Forsaken, might have something to say about that.

DT: As the referee escorts both of the men who aren’t eligible to be fighting, Cruise takes advantage of the distraction by landing an Inverted Atomic Drop on the unsuspecting Dalkichev. Ivan falls to the mat holding his groin and Cruise runs to the turnbuckle. He climbs up as the fans boo. He gets into a shouting match with one fan while Ivan shows signs of life on the mat below. Cruise jumps and tries for a Body Splash…

DM: Ivan gets the knees up!

MN: Damn fan! They need to keep their mouths shut!

DM: Yeah right, wrestling would be so much fun if it was quiet as a church in the arena.

MN: NO… what I mean is… lay off Dean!

DT: Ivan slowly goes to tag Black as the fans cheer. Cruise is getting up as the crowd goes nuts for Dalkichev to tag in Black. FINALLY he makes the tag as Cruise reaches his feet. Black and Cruise run at each other, exchanging blows back and forth. Black whips Cruise into the ropes and looks for a hurricanrana. Cruise catches him though and drops a MONSTER powerbomb on the unsuspecting Black. Cruise with the pin.

MN: YEAH BABY, yeah!

1…

2…

NO!!!

DM: Tact just left the apron and is sneaking over to Crimson Calling’s corner. What is he up to?

DT: Cruise picks up Black and gets him in an inverted headlock. Tact, meanwhile, just grabbed Nathan Fear and tossed him over the barricade, into the crowd..

DM: Wow! Fear just flew over that barricade! Tact tossed him like a Frisbee!

MN: Oh yeah, well he still makes more money than you Dean.

DM: What? Whatever Mike.

DT: Cruise looking to end this one right now guys! Meanwhile Ivan hears Fear yell like the girl with the big bosom in a horror movie and goes to the aid of his manager. Cameron signals to the crowd, who boo loudly. Cruise grabs Black… REALITY CHECK!!! Tact just watches as Ivan doesn’t see his partner get finished off. Cruise pins Black!

1…

2…

3!!!!

DT: Another big win for the Anthology!

MN: These guys can’t be stopped Dave! They’re the greatest stable in EPW history and I see nothing but gold and dominance in their future.

DM: Once again, Fear costs Crimson Calling another match. The man just needs to leave these two alone for good.

MN: Don’t sell the Anthology short Dean. They took advantage of Crimson Calling’s recent woes and prove to EPW fans that they’re here to carve out their place in history.


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