-Falcon vs Stall: {Singles}-

[Dominik Santiago]

-The lights in the arena go out abruptly leaving the small Solid Core Gymnasium in a total state of darkness. A small spotlight from the top of the ceiling shines down on the entrance ramp, and while the inhabitants, the spectators, the EVPW fans begin squirming around in their seats, wondering whats going on, "Wolves At The Door" by Senses Fail suddenly hits the speakers, blasting loudly, catching the crowd off guard. After a brief moment, Ethan Falcon emerges from behind the curtains, with his hood covering him, hiding him from the fans who barely can see anyway. Falcon stands in the middle of the stage before extending his arms out as far as they can go. He then crouches down a bit before moving his arms up and down, resembling the flapping motions of a bird.

Ethan raises up fully, ending his bird call taunt removing his hood from around his head., showing his face to the crowd. His facial features are cast in the shadow of his hood. As he sits in the spotlight, Falcon surveys the crowd before sauntering down to the ring. -

{[Lizzie Morna}]-:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the ATL...... standing at 6'2..... weighing at 239 pounds.... making his EVPW debut.... 'The Bird of Prey', Ethan Falcon!

:Senses Fail:
Last night I found heaven
It's on the tip of my tongue
And it reminded me of
All the times I was young

Of catching rain in my open mouth
I used to smile till the day I fell down
I have no idea who the hell I've become
It's not who I was, it's not who I loved

I want to drown, in a sea filled with Novocaine
I want to burn, on a beach where the sand
Has thousands of needles poking at my skin

{[Ray]}-:
Who the hell is Ethan Falcon? EVPW just signs any Mary Kate and Ashley that comes into the arena and requests for a contract. This fool probably doesn't have any 'real' wrestling credentials.

{[JP]}-:
Well we'll find the answer to that question when he meets his opponent.

-Ethan reaches the steel steps where he just stands at the very bottom, not yet ready to climb them. Falcon looks down at the stairs with a look of fascination lifting his head back up and charging to the top like Rock Balboa in the "Rocky" movies. Falcon grabs the top rope and holds it as he walks along the side of the ring to the corner which he climbs from the outside. After ascending to the top, Falcon takes his right hand and places it, horizontally, over his forehead before rotating his head as if he is searching around the crowd. Ethan then drops his hand from his head before just sitting at the top of the turnbuckle, with his eyes closed, soaking in the moment, the feeling, of his first official match.-

:Senses Fail:
I lie in bed to the sound, of the wolves at my door
They are speaking in tongues
While they claw at my floor

I never thought it would come to this
I'm more yellow than my own piss

(They're making rounds) just to even the score
Just open the door, just open the door

I want to drown, in a sea filled with Novocaine
I want to burn, on a beach where the sand
Is littered with razor blades
Littered with razor blades
Blades
Littered with razor blades


-Falcon slowly climbs down from the top turnbuckle before stepping back onto the ring apron. He grabs the top rope tightly, before walking along the side of the ring, coming to a halt in the middle. Falcon rubs his chin while he begins cracking a jubilant smile. After his chin rub, Falcon slowly enters the ring through the middle and top rope. He marches into the center and looks around the ring before charging at the ropes. As he rebounds, he slowly reduces in size to a kneeling position, before rolling on his shoulder. From his shoulder Falcon springs up onto one knee, his hood once again covering his face due to his maneuvering.

As he sits like a statue, a gargoyle on a roof top, he slowly extends his arms out. When they are parallel, Ethan begins motioning them up and down, simultaneously, once again performing the "Bird Taunt" must notably used by the Philadelphia Eagles.

After a fourth and final flap, Ethan rises up to a vertical base, before removing his hood-vest, and handing it to a nearby ring attendant. He backs up into the ropes before turning around and grappling the top with both hands. He then drops squats down while pulling the ropes down with him, stretching, loosening up his muscles.

He raises up from his stretch and quickly begins jumping up in down in place, obviously very anxious to get his first official bout underway. -

TBC by Alex Stall

[Alex Stall]

Just then the lights dim out once more to half cast, two boxes now noticed on the corner of the stage, small and discreet compared to most objects used there. The boxes coming to life flashing as the PA comes to life with a soft yet quick set of notes from a guitar. The notes change slightly every couple of seconds, still keeping pace with the lights flashing. The vocals come in softly, having a very light feeling to them and cause the fans to tap their toes a bit to the vocals and watch the entrance.

::Ian Watkins::
"When our time is up
When our lives are done
Will we say we've had our fun?

Will we make a mark this time?
Will we always say we tried?"

As the intro to "Rooftops (A Liberation Message) by Lost Prophets" ends and the drummer comes in with a quick roll on the snare and high hat, the guitarists kick in with a heavier distortion to signal the chorus.

::Ian Watkins::
"Standing on the rooftops
Everybody scream your heart out.
Standing on the rooftops
Everybody scream your heart out.
Standing on the rooftops
Everybody scream your heart out.
This is all we got now
Everybody scream your heart out."

As the chorus plays, the strobe lights quit and the arena is lit back up and the curtain is tossed aside. Out from behind the curtain comes Alex Stall, hop skipping out to the stage and jumping to the top of the ramp and planting his feet at the top of the ramp, spread a bit. He is wearing his long white, baggy wrestling shorts with matching baggy white nylon vest. His wrestling boots match in color, coming to over his knees and padded as the shorts fall a few inches below his knees and cover his legs completely. His outfit is trimmed in black tribal designs as the back of his vest is adorned with "The Coven" in a black font that matches the trim design. His eyes are covered with his signature series Oakley "Angel" sunglasses and his hands are covered wit his favorite pair of fingerless gunner gloves. He slowly moves his feet together before crossing his left over right and turning slowly, his back now to the ring. He slowly raises his arms out and stands there as a light slowly comes on in front of him, causing his body to become a silhouette in the shape of a cross. The light shuts off as he bends his knees and drops his arms, kicking up and back into a perfect standing backflip, landing onto the steel and turning before walking down the ramp with a skip in his step and a smile on his face. The music fades a little as Lizzie Morna lifts her microphone and smiles broadly to her old friend and to the fans.

::Lizzie Morna::
"And his opponent, weighing in tonight at one hundred and seventy nine pounds. He hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He is the Insane Angel, Alex Stall!"

Alex claps hands with every fan he can on his way to the ring, paying more attention to the younger crowd and occasionally running his hand through his raven black hair, letting his purple and green streaks shine in the light as a tribute to his first federation in America, Solid Core Wrestling. He stops before the end of the ramp and takes his sunglasses off, sliding them over a teenage guy's eyes who is wearing an old "Canadian Angel: Alex Stall" T-Shirt. Alex then points to both sides of the ramp as he walks to the ring backwards, gives a thumbs up then quickly turns around and sprints the rest of the way to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and pushing himself up to his feet. He looks at Falcon with a smile and walks up to him, shaking hands with the man and welcoming him.

::Jimmy Pate::
"Now Alex here is a man with a real level of sportsmanship. From helping with maintenance to the facility to helping the newer guys in the gym before and after the show, he seems to really love helping his fellow athletes be the best they can be and shows them the respect they deserve to come out here and put their physical well beings on the line."

::Ray White::
"He's also really good at getting professional commentators who have been helping federations here in America longer than he's even lived in this country get barred from those gyms. I swear I wasn't doing anything wrong! But no, I got barred for "Excessive Staring And Making Them Uncomfortable" due to his tip off, if he wasn't so amazing I'd hate him."

Alex then slides off his vest to the pleasure of the women of the crowd and dismay of every man who actually talked his significant other to come tonight. He tosses it to Lizzie before rolling his shoulders a bit to loosen up, tightening his gloves on his hands and bouncing to and fro on the balls of his feet, waiting for the bell to sound.

TBS: Ethan Falcon

[Dominik Santiago]

The two superstars begin circling around the ring after the bell is sounded. After a third go around they approach one another, meeting face to face in the center of the ring before locking up, shoulder to shoulder, elbow to elbow, head to head. Ethan, with the obvious size advantage, backs Alex back first into the nearby corner. The ref steps in and demands that Ethan release Alex and due to his desire to prove his worth, he doesn't oblige. The ref, forced to take drastic measures, begins his counts. 1. 2. 3. 4. About a half second before the ref reaches his five count and is about to disqualify Ethan, the bird of prey releases Alex Stall before stepping back.

Alex, the veteran, takes the initiative, and looks to catch Falcon off guard, as he bursts out of the corner and extends his arm out, smacking Ethan in his chest, and knocking him down with the clothesline.

Ethan, not very fazed by the maneuver, quickly springs to his feet. He staggers backward, back into the corner and holds his chest while Alex, politely grins at him. Alex then takes one of his fingers and begins tapping his head, taunting Ethan, communicating to him that he is too intelligent.

Falcon, simply replies, with a cocky yet confident grin, before rising from his cornered, slouched state.

{[Ray]}-:
The Insane Angel has the experience and I'm most certain that he will demonstrate it in a sexy way against new comer Ethan Falcon. Maybe after Alex bangs him up a bit, he'll thing again about ever stepping back into the ring.

{[JP]}-:
The match has only started way, how can you be choosing a winner off of the action we've just received. A clothesline doesn't win you a match, well not all the time.

{[Ray}]-:
I have a strong criteria for choosing my winners.

{[JP]}-:
Yeah, and whats that!

{[Ray]}-:
Looking at who has the most impressive body, and from the looks of it, Mr. Stall is a sure winner. Hubba, Hubba!

Falcon wipes some earlier perspiration off his face before regrouping on the nearby set of ropes. He turns his back and quickly stretches before refocusing his attention on the Insane Angel. The competitors begin circling around the ring once again, coming eye to eye once again after the third go around.

This time, Ethan demonstrates his intellect, as he lifts his knee up before driving it straight into the gut of Alex Stall whom had been leaning in. When Alex bends over and holds his gut, Ethan takes his forearm and raises it into the air before viciously driving it, in a hammering motion, straight across Alex's back.

As the Insane Angle begins to cringe, seemingly in pain, the Bird of Prey, Ethan Falcon, rushes across the ring before rebounding off the ropes. Alex ventures to the center and just as Ethan reaches him he drops down onto his belly, causing Ethan, who couldn't bring his momentum to a halt, to hurdle over him and bounce off the other set of ropes.

When he returns, Alex leaps up into the air before driving the soles of his boots straight into Ethan's chest with a textbook dropkick.

Falcon, rolls over to the ropes before using them as leverage to rise up to his feet. He holds his chest and takes a deep breath before glaring at Stall. From there, Ethan suddenly charges like, a bat out of hell, straight at Alex who once again shows his veteran instincts, as he drops back down on to his belly, coercing Falcon to hurdle over him.

When Falcon rebounds, Stall quickly springs up to a vertical base before leaping straight off the canvas. As he comes down from his high leap, Ethan runs right into him but has enough strength to stop himself in his tracks and catch Stall in mid air.

As Alex straddles his legs around Ethan's shoulders, the crowd gets up on their feet, feeling a big move is in store for Falcon. Alex Stall though, escapes from precarious position, as he falls backward and with his legs, pulls Falcon forward. Stall flips off a Falcon and lands on the canvas, the impressive power in his legs, forcing Falcon forward and causing him to flip frontward off the canvas, and land straight on his back.

As Stall rise back up, Falcon rolls out of the ring, needing to catch his breath after the amazing, expertly executed hurricarana.