*PYRO* *PYRO* *PYRO* *PYRO* *PYRO* Connor: Welcome everyone to Ascension! We’re in Jacksonville, Florida at the Veterans Memorial Arena. I’m here, as always, with Jack Cohen. Cohen: Should be quite the show tonight, Cat. Connor: Indeed. We’ve got Eve Taylor, Mikey Stormrage, Callie Clark, and Vega, among others, all in action here tonight. Cohen: Also, Garth Black will respond to Titus Avison’s remarks from Meltdown. I know many people must be looking forward to that. I know I am. Connor: So if you’re watching as part of our live audience, or at home on the television, get to ready to strap yourselves in as we ascend to the next level. Connor: Speaking of the Eve Taylor, looks like the former world champion is gracing us with her presence, Jack. Cohen: No way this isn’t going to be a complete train wreck. Eve walks down the ramp and gets into the ring. Her shoulder length blond hair is tied up in side ponytail. She’s wearing a plaid skirt and denim blouse. She takes off her sunglasses and hangs them on the neck of her blouse. She turns and asks for a mic. The crowd is not showing her a nice greeting at all. Eve looks around as the fans in Jacksonville are giving her an earful. Eve turns to the timekeepers station, and eyes her old friend. Eve: Thanks for the introduction, Selena…it’s appreciated. Chants of “You suck” are already fillings the arena. Eve retreats to the center of the ring, and glares at the crowd. She begins to pace back and forth, just a little. Eve: I didn’t want to come to this festering hole in the ground either. I’m actually surprised that all you hillbillies could afford tickets to fill this place. I look around, and I’m not impressed. In fact, I’m depressed. I’m depressed that you people aren’t giving me the attention that I deserve! Flex and Blades get to headline Meltdown, while I’m stuck here. I’d rather be in Kentucky right now, that’s how bad this place is. The crowd’s animosity has somehow gotten even louder. Eve looks like she ran out of reasons to care a long time ago. Connor: Oh my god, Eve might start a riot here. Cohen: If she does, I’m using you as a shield. Eve: I started a blog recently, because I was tired of arguing with people all the time. All my friends betrayed me. No one in this company respects me anymore. And you fans! Are just the worst. Do you know how many of you I’ve blocked on Twitter? All of you! She begins walking around the ring, pointing towards random people in the crowd. Eve: I blocked you. I blocked you. All of you! You insulted me. Belittled me. You had the gall to flood my feed with messages about that egomaniac Tyrone Blades. You’d rather support that sociopath Flex Mussel. But it makes sense that the people in Jacksonville would want to support a bigot! A-and you stand there, and you all have the nerve to boo me? I’m trying to change this company for the better. Once I become world champion again, I plan to give the boys and girls in the back that really deserve it a chance to shine. Women like Callie Clark, and men like Tony Mancini and Xander. Never thought I’d say this about Triple X, but have you seen how good he’s been recently. He’s much more talented than that tool Vega. The crowd starts to chant for Vega, as Eve looks unimpressed. Eve: That’s right, cheer for Vega. Cheer for the guy that’s using politics to hold everyone back. Vega was a nobody before he met Tyrone Blades, and now he’s headlining shows? What a load of crap. It’s because he’s in Blades back pocket that he’s where’s he’s at. He’s clearly part of Blades little clique. Or posse, or whatever. The man’s led so many groups, that I wouldn’t be surprised if he has some secret inner circle that no one knows about. The crowd begins to chant for the current world champion. The noise is so deafening that Eve actually covers her ears with her hands. Eve: Yes, keep chanting for Mr. Corrupt. Keep supporting evil. At R-Awakening, I’m going to put an end to all of this once I regain my world title. This company deserves better. Even you people deserve better. So come on. Bask in my glory! I am what a champion looks like. I am what a winner looks like. Unlike those Jags of yours that have never even been to a Superbowl before. They’re like Vega, who choked the first time he was pushed outside of the Mayhem division so many years ago… The former Mayhem champion comes out and stands on the ramp, and his met with thunderous applause from the Jacksonville crowd. He holds a microphone to his face, but he before he speaks, he takes a moment to take it all in. He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Vega: Wow Eve. You go on and on about how bad King Mussel and Tyrone Blades are. I read your blog. You called this the battle to crown the next King Selfish. Well, you’d be wrong. Because you’re the biggest megalomaniac in that match! You talk about arrogance, and narcissism, and greed. You’re the posterchild for evil Eve. The former champion looks bewildered at his outlandish [from her perspective] claims. She raises her mic to her face and quickly fires back. Eve: You’ve got a lot of nerve Vega, coming out here and interrupting me. Where do you get off calling me a megalomaniac? I’m trying to save this company! He quickly raises his mic to his face and cuts her off. Vega: Tyrone Blades already saved this company, when he took the world title away from you. Of course you’re to blind to notice, but he’s lit a fire under everyone. Not just me; but Mikey, Tastic, Kagura, Xander, and Flex. We all want a shot at the world title. And Blades would fight us all if he had to. I don’t think you would. And it’s funny that you’d call me a choker. What was your nickname not to long ago? Ah, that’s right. Choker Eve Taylor. You got lucky once, and it led to a world title reign. It could have happened to any of us. Eve looks pissed. Her eye began to twitch so violently, that Vega began to wonder if she was having a mild stroke. The crowd began chanting “Choker” so to further humiliate her. Eve: Do you want to get your ass kicked, Vega? Because you’ve just become number one on my shit list! Vega chuckles, and starts to walk down the ramp to the ring, as Eve is just daring him to get into the ring. Before they can do anything, they’re both interrupted. The Ascension general manager comes out onto the stage to a big ovation of his own. He looks down at Eve in the ring, and then towards Vega at the bottom of the ramp. He holds up a mic of his own. Myles: Seems like that tag match from Meltdown only served to fan the flames of animosity between the two of you even more than it already was. Alright, since the two of you want to fight so badly, I’ll make the match official. Tonight Eve Taylor goes one on one with Vega! Try not to kill each other, kids. The crowd erupts as Eve stares down at her opponent in disdain, as Vega smiles in satisfaction. Connor: Wow, what a huge match that is going to be! Cohen: Oh, I’m already drooling in anticipation.