FNR #433 -KENTUCKY - 6/1/2018

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WARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event..

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE

EPISODE 433
MAY 11, 2018

Live from THE KFC YUM! CENTER IN LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY

EWC RAMPAGE

June 1, 2018

Live From The KFC YUM! CENTER IN LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY

Commentators: El Chupacabra & Jesse Payne

Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui

Head Ref: John Dean

Backstage Help: Ace Heart

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"The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson blasts in the arena as the show starts off with video footage detailing historic events that have taken place on Friday Night Rampage. Images of previous Champions are shown, starting with Chupacabra then moving onto Cameron Hayden, Michael Saint, Shadow Man, Level One and James Chambers. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Blade, Ebon, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, Kid Cactus, Kid Cannabis, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray and then explodes into Sedition members Gladiator and then The Rev, before switching to recent time with Olivia Saint and Gabreal Martin, Maggie Lockheart and Ace King, before ending with the EWC Tag Team Champions Moors Murders and the EWC Undisputed World Champion Luke Wolfe.

The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The camera pans around showing the excited crowd jumping for joy in anticipation for the beginning of the show.

The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans holding up their signs.

"NSFW"

"BRAWL SUCKS"

"JAI SAVAGE"

"ACE KING"

"Xavier Reid"

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Just then "Made in Hell" by Rob Halford blasts in as the crowd comes to life. From behind the curtain emerges Griffin Hawkins, dressed in a rockstar style Leather Tuxedo! He smiles, raising the devil horns in the air.

El Chupacabra: What the...that's Griffin Hawkins! He's here for the second time, but why?!

Jesse Payne: I don't think these fans care why he's here...they're just glad he's here!

He high fives the many fans as he gets in the ring. He grabs a mic, waiting for the music to die down.

Griffin Hawkins: What up Kentucky!?

The crowd pops as he smiles.

Griffin Hawkins: You're probably wondering why I'm here tonight, and why I'm dressed up. Well, it has to do with last week. See, Friday Night Rampage last week was amazing...hard hitting action from start to finish. But there was something the board of the directors liked...and what was that? The Rock Soldier! They were impressed with how I handled the situation of the main event..not that Ace King needed my help because he had Rob Garcia beat, but the surprise of me coming down as Guest Referee impressed them so much that they decided to do something special for all of you tonight!

He smiles, ready to drop the bombshell.

Griffin Hawkins: The board of directors...have decided to make me for one night only...the General Manager of Friday Rampage!

The crowd is going nuts.

El Chupacabra: What?! He's our boss?!

Jesse Payne: For one night! I suggest you work on ass kissing pal...

Griffin Hawkins: And tonight, we got an amazing show for you! The steel cage match between Rob Garcia and Nostalgia, an interpromotional match between Dominic Sanders and Ace King and many more! This show is never gonna be the same when I'm done with it! Because...

Just then "Remember the Name" by Fort Minor hits as a familiar face enters from behind the curtain.

The crowd comes to life once again as the EWC Undisputed Champion Luke Wolfe appears on the ramp! The crowd is going nuts as he makes his way down to the ring.

El Chupacabra: Now this is getting more interesting! Our Champion has decided to interrupt the boss!

Jesse Payne: Perhaps he's here to be a sycophant?

El Chupacabra Somehow I doubt that..

He gets in the ring and grabs a mic. The crowd seems to be split right down the middle. Half the crowd is chanting "Come and See!" while the other half is chanting "We Want Griff!" as both ringing out as the two look over at one another.

Luke Wolfe: Well what do we have here....The Jukebox Hero has once again returned to Friday Rampage! Only this time it's as the General Manager! Honestly..I dunno what your credentials are...but I think at this point anybody is better than Michael Saint. Charlie Brown could run a better show than him. Now I see that look you're giving me, wondering why I'm out here. And I'm not out here to fight, I'm out here because my interrupting you concerns this!

He motions to the EWC Undisputed Title.

Luke Wolfe: Now..you and me have had a lot of wars in this ring, we've fought all over the world. And it seems no matter what I did to you...you never backed down, you never gave up. You came back at me, asking me is that the best I can do. You did what many believed was the impossible when you managed to take my United States Title. I'm not one to sing anyone's phrases..but you earned my respect. You proved that you are one of the best that EWC has to offer. So now with this newfound power you have, I'm wondering if you're gonna use it to give yourself a title shot at this?...I think the people here would love to see you and me tear it down one more time right here tonight for all the marbles!

Griffin still has his microphone.

Griffin Hawkins: Luke...I would love to step in the ring with you one more time with that title on the line. When I was here on Rampage, I didn't get a lot of Undisputed Title shots because Saint didn't want someone like Griffin Hawkins representing EWC as its Champion. So it'd make sense that I give myself a shot at your belt....but I'm not gonna do it...

The crowd is in shock and confusion.

Griffin Hawkins: See..that would be too easy. Anyone who has followed my career for 15 years knows that I never took the easy way to anything in my life. Everything I have today...everything that I accomplished, I done it on my own. I didn't kiss anyone's ass..or sleep with someone in power to get my opportunities. I busted my ass for what I got and that's how I'll continue to do things. Too many people around here expect to be handed things without ever working for them, that's not me. I'm patient enough to wait my turn..knowing sooner or later, I will get my chance at that very title that you have around your waist. And when that day comes....I want you to be ready. Because I guarantee you this will be the greatest title match in EWC history.

Luke nods..seemingly understanding his reasoning for this.

Luke Wolfe: I think I can respect that. Someone like you doesn't seem like the type that would take a shortcut to the top. And you know, I never got a chance to tell you this, but I am glad you're back. Because the whole world knows that you and me have some unfinished business to settle, and now that I got this title, it's inevitable that we'll fight again someday for this..and when that day comes, we'll put on the show of a lifetime! But for now, I am wishing you luck in your quest for the International Title..you're no stranger to gold and it wouldn't surprise me if it ends up around your waist. But the inevitable day will come when we fight for the most important title in the world...and I look forward to it.

He sticks his hand out, wanting Griffin to shake it. He seems unsure at first....but accepts as he shakes his hand. "Remember The Name" hits as the two give each other a look of respect before Griffin makes his way to the back.

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OPENING MATCH

CHRISTOPHER CHAMBERS
Vs
 MALICE

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El Chuapcabra: Welcome to Friday Night Rampage. We have some exciting matches here tonight. We have many crossover matchups with Rampage competitors taking on the visiting Brawl competitors. Including a Tag Team Match between NSFW and The Trinity, a Tables Match pitting Grizzly Duggan against the former Television Champion, Kendrick Kross. Not to mention a battle of two women that finished second in the last Battle Royals. More recently, Natalie Young at Stranglemania, and Lavender at Wrestlefest. After that we have the United States Champion Ace King competing against a former Television Champion, Dominic Sanders. And our Main Event of the night...Rob Garcia versus Nostalgia in a Cage Match.

Jesse Payne: Nostalgia’s career is on the line tonight Jesse. Not to mention, Rob Garcia’s Undefeated Title was stolen by Nostalgia. So this match is filled with bad blood, and I expect much of Nostalgia’s to spill. I expect to see both of them pull out all the stops, with Rob Garcia coming out on top as he deserves.

El Chupacabra: But it all starts with our opening match. We will see two Rampage competitors duke it out, and as we could tell from what Chris Chambers and Malice had to say before the match, there is certainly no love loss here.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Our next match of the evening is scheduled for one fall...

Bad Reputation by Adelitas Way, hits the pa system as Elizabeth and Christopher Chambers comes walking out holding hands. I nods his head with a smile as he chews on his gum. The fans are chanting CC...CC..CC as they walk down the ramp giving out high fives on his left side. Elizabeth waves to the fans. They both slides in the ring. Elizabeth goes to one turnbuckle and Christopher goes to the other. Both goes on the middle rope. Elizabeth blows a kiss as Christopher holds up one finger.



Emmanuelle Chriqui: Introducing our first combatant of the night, standing at 6-foot-4-inches tall and weighing in at 234 pounds, fighting out of Lexington, Georgia… Double C, Christopher Chambers!

CC chants reign out across the KFC YUM Arena.

El Chupacabra: Just listen to that fan reaction Jesse.

Jesse Payne: It’s alright, but just wait for the pop Malice gets, I bet it’ll be huge.

El Chupacabra: It’s going to be another fun show with you isn’t it Jesse?

Jesse Payne: Every show is fun with Jesse Payne involved! 

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent…

Lacey Savage comes out first and poses sexy for the fans. 

Then she turns to the curtain and does her best "Vanna White" and Malice pushes violently onto the stage where he pauses to scowl at the fans he crosses his arms in front of his chest, bobbing his head from side to side to crack his neck. Then he lets his arms drop, fists clenched, and stalks to the ring with Lacey walking cocky behind her man.. 

Shedding his ring jacket before running up the steps, he steps through the middle rope and standing in the center of the ring he puts both arms out, fists clenched, to show off the list of names inked on the inside of both forearms.  He then leans in the corner, arms crossed across his chest, and pops his neck from side to side, glaring at his opponent, a pent up storm of violence and rage waiting to be unleashed at the sound of the bell. 

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And now, accompanied by his representative Lacey Savage, at 305 pounds, from Calgary, Alberta Canada he is The  Man who hates you most... The machine who mangles mortal man.  He is the Career Crippler... The Steel Destroyer: This is:

DING DING DING!!!

Malice aggressively charges at Double C going for a Clothesline from behind, but Double C is warned by Elizabeth, giving him the chance to duck under. Malice turns right into a hard kick to the gut. Double C then connects with a hard right...and another, and another, then he goes for a Step Up Enziguri, but Malice ducks under the kick attempt. Malice wraps up Double C, lifts him up, then slams him down hard to the mat with an Alabama Slam. He goes for the cover…

ONE
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TW...kickout by Double C.

El Chupacabra: Malice almost caught Double C off guard there.

Malice slaps on the mat with both hands before grabbing the hair of Double C. He drags Double C to his feet, then whips him into the ropes. Malice goes for a Clothesline from Hell, but Double C again manages to duck it, he continues his momentum to bounce off the ropes. As Malice turns, Double C bounces off the ropes, then leaps, and connects with a Dropkick, sending Malice back first into the ropes. Double C wastes no time pouncing on the dazed Malice. He begins a strike combination with a hard kick to the knee of Malice, then a kick to the side, then the other side, following with a jab with the right, then the left, and finishes off with a Standing Dropkick that sends Malice up and over the ropes and down to the outside.

Jesse Payne: Things are about to get interesting folks. The outside is kind to no man. Not even a vicious beast like Malice.

Double C waits for Malice to get ot his feet, the sprints toward him. He leaps, dives through the ropes, about to attempt a Suicide Dive, but Malice stops him in his tracks with a stiff Forearm strike. Malice takes advantage of a dazed Double C hanging on the ropes, and delivers a few hard right hands to the head of Chambers. The third knocks Double C back into the ring. As the ref’s count gets to 5, Malice grabs the ropes, pulling himself into the ring. Malice drags Double C to his feet, wrapping his arm around the head of Double C. Malice grabs the leg of Double C with his other arm, he lifts, and drives Double C into the mat with No Absence of Malice. He goes for the cover...the ref counts…

ONE
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TWO
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THR..Double C gets his foot on the ropes.

El Chupacabra: Malice almost had him there. It looked like Double C was going to take control of this match, but Malice was the one that nearly came away with the victory.

Malice storms his feet, then grabs Chambers, ready to end the match with The Malicious Assault. Malice grabs him, then as he brings him to his feet, he lifts Double C into a Gorilla Press, but Double C slides out the back. Malice turns, Double C delivers a Superkick, then falls atop the downed Malice for the pin attempt...the ref counts….

ONE
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TW...kickout by Malice.

Both men stagger to their feet, Malice goes for a weak hard right, still dazed from the Superkick, but it’s blocked by Double C, who follows with a kick to the gut, then drives Malice hard to the mat with a DDT. Double C runs to the ropes, he leaps, bounces on then off the ropes, then crashes down on Malice with a Springboard Moonsault. He hooks the leg...the ref counts…

ONE
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TWO
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THRE...kickout by Malice.



Double C is quick to grab Malice, get behind him, about to attempt Fire’s Heart, but as he goes to lift Malice, Malice escapes then countered into a Cobra Clutch. Malice has this locked in, Double C is trying to fight him off, but with more energy he exerts, the tighter Malice clenches. Malice gets Double C to the mat, transitioning into the Rings of Saturn. Double C has no way to escape, eventually forced to…
TAP!
TAP!
TAP!

DING DING DING

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner….MALLLICCE!

El Chupacabra: The Steel Destroyer has come away with the victory here tonight. No man could have lasted through the pain of Malice’s Early Retirement.

As Malice and Lacey taunt the Louisville audience following Malice’s victory, the feed cuts backstage, and the camera follows the sound of an occasional thud. The camera rounds the corner, and the crowd cheers as United States Champion Ace King is doing box jumps on top of crates, working up a sweat in the process as lands perfectly on his feet. As he’s about to jump up again…

Ace Heart: Excuse me, Ace?

The question startles Ace, and he loses his footing and slips off the crate, falling flat on his face. The crowd laughs at this development, and Ace shakes it off, grabbing the United States Championship from the crate and slinging it over his shoulder.

Ace King: I meant to do that. What’s up?

Ace Heart: Well, other than wondering if you’re OK, just looking for a quick comment on your match with Dominic Sanders tonight.

The crowd buzzes as King ponders the question, then slowly raises an eyebrow at the interviewer.

Ace King: Right, right… Dom… He’s a tough hombre, isn’t he? He is what he is, and he doesn’t apologize for it. I admire him for that, because he’s proven he’s tough as nails from the second he signed. He can do damage, there’s no doubt, because if there’s anyone who knows how deep I’m willing to dig to make sure I come out on top, it’s these very people here in Louisville…

Right on cue, the Louisville crowd erupts in applause at King’s declaration; the United States Champion nods, pointing to the gold on his shoulder.

Ace King: I mean, I won this championship in this very building back in October, and it’s a night I won’t forget. Being the United States Champion means a lot to me, and I’ll be happy to-

Off-camera, King sees something out of the corner of his eye, then quickly turns to Heart.

Ace King: You’ll have to excuse me.

King leaves without another word, as Heart is left speechless as the United States Champion takes his leave, the camera following him closely. After rounding a corner, the crowd cheers as King finds himself face-to-face with one Griffin Hawkins.

Ace King: My man! I’ve been looking for you.

Griffin Hawkins: Yeah, what’s up?

Ace King: Well, first off, it’s strange looking for you as the boss instead of… Well… You know…

The two men give each other a knowing glance, giving the audience a good laugh as Ace refocuses himself in front of ‘The Rock Soldier.’

Ace King: Anyway, I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page. See, I know you and Dom haven’t seen eye-to-eye very much lately, and I know the temptation could be great… But could you let me handle things out there tonight? All I’m looking for is a fair fight, because I know I’m in for one.

Hawkins contemplates the request for a moment, then puts a hand on Ace’s title-free shoulder.

Griffin Hawkins: As long as I've known you, you've always handled business yourself. You never hid behind those stronger than you or sent someone to do your dirty work like many others have. Besides, I'm using this match as a study project for what I gotta deal with when I face him and Darkwater for the International Title.

Taking time to process the answer, Ace briefly looks skyward before turning his attention back to Hawkins.

Ace King: Much appreciated, my dude. Hope you like what you see, because you know as well as anyone... And it's something Maggie will find out soon enough... I won’t go down without a damn good fight.

With that, Ace and Griffin shake hands, then go in opposite directions with the camera still following Ace as we cut to…

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NSFW is here. Backstage promo. They are both wearing shades with “NS” - “FW” on each lenses. And the NSFW caps. And the new NSFW t-shirt. Bishop is wearing NSFW floaties. While Mike is twirling two NSFW fidget spinners. All available right now on the shop.

Mike McGuire: Okay. In a few short moments here, we’re gonna be out there, givin’ Reid and Annabelle the ass whooping of their lives. But before we do that, we got a question. Where the FUCK is Rob Garcia?

Bishop Church: He’s here. Trying to snuff out one of the brightest stars here.

Mike McGuire: Or maybe he’s busy sulking about losing to the U.S. Champ. But you know where he ain’t, partner? He ain’t defending his tag belts. Maybe he can’t find a partner. Maybe he knows what we know- Rob Garcia is more like Cherry Garcia. Melts under pressure and doesn’t contain fuckin’ nuts.

Bishop Church smirks a little towards his ally.

Bishop Church: So Mister Undefeated Champion, do you feel that? Are you starting to feel the pressure? There’s a surge happening. You’ve all seen the rumors. New alliances. All hungry for what you happen to be squandering to live out the petty rivalries of your long-gone band of malcontents.

Mike McGuire: And the question you gotta be askin’ yourself is… what’s cauuuuusin’ all this?

Bishop Church: You’re looking at the source.

Mike McGuire: Donkey Punch. Mucho Grande!, The Syndicate, Colostomy Bags I guess, all of us. The folks on the fringes, too. This tag team division’s rising from the grave like a fuckin’ herd of zombies and you, my sweet pint of cherry goodness, are fresh fuckin’ meat.

Bishop Church: And we’re at the forefront. Bear witness to the upcoming spectacle. Unlike The Trinity, we don’t have to rely on a cheap facade to get across that we are a team.

One of Mike’s spinners clatters to the floor.

Mike McGuire: Aw, shit.

Bishop Church: We’ve taken a look at you two and we’ve found you both wanting.

Mike McGuire: You say to take a look at greatness. We did. We both looked in the fuckin’ mirror this morning. What you are is one and one. Reid, Annabelle, you ain’t bad, but you’re two guys, not one unit. You don’t jive like us, you ain’t synched like us, so you can’t hang with us. And in the end? You’re just a barricade standin’ between us and the jackoff who ain’t even one and one- he’s just one.

Bishop Church: Chapter Two of the Prophecy begins with the emergence of four little letters…

Both: N … S … F … W!

Buy Our Merch! flashes on the screen as the scene switches back to the announcers.

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MATCH TWO

XAVIER REID/ANNABELLE Vs NSFW

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Jesse Payne: No DQ Tag Match coming up as NSFW take on Xavier Reid and Annabelle!

El Chupacabra: This is No DQ, but not a tornado style match which means tags are needed to get in and out of the match. This will be interesting.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: The following No Disqualification Tag Team Match is scheduled for one fall!!!!

Disturbed's cover of Land of Confusion begins to play and the house lights flash along with the beat of the song. Mike Maguire is out first onto a stage, she is halfway down the ramp before she realizes that her partner has just started to enter the arena himself. Mike turns around to Bishop Church and shouts at him to pick up the pace.


Emmanuelle Chriqui: Now on their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 400 pounds, Mike McGuire and Bishop Church, N ...S ...F ...W!

Mike is in the ring bouncing back and forth to either side of the ring multiple times before John finally climbs up the ring steps. They meet in the middle of the ring and look to the crowd. With Bishop two steps behind, they both pose by standing on the second rope each with a fist raised in the air.

The lights dim down to pitch black, Slowly, the lights in the arena begin to pulsate red. The opening chords of "No Mercy" hit to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

[/font]Chirqui: From Atlanta Georgia, weighing in at 110 pounds… She is Jessica Wolfe's Evil Spirit... Known only as... ANNABELLE!!!

Flames flicker on the stage, smoke starts to build as Annabelle slowly walks through the smoke looking down at the ground, glancing off to the side with an evil grin on her face.



 She walk past fans on their way to the ring, as Annabelle caresses the face of a fan, who has his face painted like Annabelle, she leans down and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Annabelle, drops her ring jacket and tosses it into the stands to some lucky fans at ringside.





On her way to the ring, she grabs the bottom rope and slithers under it like a snake. Crawling on all fours to the middle of the ring like a demon, she suddenly bursts to life screaming out into the camera.



The lights go back to normal as she spits red mist into the air!!! She slinks to her feet walking over to the ropes.

The lights inside the arena go out as the fans come to their feet. The jumbo screen sparks to life

  

Cochise starts to play inside the arena as once last image fills the jumbo screen and illuminates onto the mat

The fans cheer out DOOMSDAY as Xavier Reid steps out onto the stage, the FSW Championship over his shoulder as the arena lights come on. He holds his arms up into the air and crossed them into a X over is head as he poses on the stage for a few moments and then walks down towards the ring, holding the FSW Championship out in front of his so the fans can reach out and touch the championship belt, his eyes glued into the ring. He reaches the steps and marches up them one by one and then climbs up the ropes and looks out over the crowd. He smiles and once again crosses his arms into a X as he jumps into the ring. He marches to the center of the ring and stretches out the FSW Championship belt and mouths 'step up to the line'


Emmanuelle Chriqui: And her tag team partner now residing in New York City weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty Pounds! He is the FSW Champion Xavier Reid!!!!!

DING DING DING!!!

The ref calls for the bell and this No DQ Tag Team match is underway! The four competitors go to the center of the ring. The four jaw jack for a bit before the punches start to fly. After a few seconds the ref forces them to break up and the ladies go to the apron. Bishop and Xavier give us a lock up. Xavier with a go behind and then spins Bishop around before going for The X-Cution, but Bishop is easily able to toss him off to prevent the move. Bishop stalks Xavier and when he is up Bishop goes for A Running Knee Strike, but Xavier is able to dodge out of the way to prevent the shot from connecting. Bishop looks over at Mike who gets off the apron before getting a kendo stick from under the ring. Xavier looks over to Annabelle who does the same thing.

The two men exchange glances before Bishop tags Mike McGuire into the match as Xavier tags Annabelle into the match. Each lady enters the ring and right away sprints at the other. Each swing with their kendo sticks, but both miss. Both ladies turn around and start swing at the other and we have a kendo stick duel in the middle of the ring. After a bit Annabelle is able to connect with the side of Mike who drops her kendo stick. Annabelle with a series of shot to the back of Mike. Mike turns around and Annabelle swings, but Mike is able to catch the stick. Mike yanks the stick out of Annabelle's hands before nailing her with it. Mike with a series of shots to the back and side of Annabelle. Annabelle turns around and Mike goes for a head shot, but Annabelle ducks under before leaping to her corner to tag Xavier Reid back into the match.

Jesse Payne: Annabelle with the timely tag here. She was starting to have a bit of an issue with Mike McGuire. Mike looked like she wanted to take off the head of Annabelle there with that kendo stick shot. NSFW are in rare form here tonight it would seem.

El Chupacabra: Well I mean they really need to be my friend. NSFW are a fairly new team. Mike McGuire has not had a one on one contest yet and really this is her second match in EWC. Bishop Church despite having a ton of talent is still for the most part unproven here. What they are up against despite being a new team in their own right are also two of the top talents in this company. Xavier Reid is the fucking man in FSW. He is the FSW Champion which means he is the best on that roster and if anyone argues they should step the fuck up. His tag partner is Annabelle who has been the top female on our roster for the longest time. She is the only lady that holds a candle to Maggie Lockheart. If NSFW were to get a win over this team they would be able to say they are the best tag team in EWC today.

Xavier gets back into the ring and Mike charges at him with the kendo stick, but Xavier moves out of the way and she connects with a turnbuckle pad shattering the kendo stick. Xavier has gets to the other stick taunting Mike to "come at him bro" and she is able to dodge shot from Xavier. Mike gets to her corner and tags Bishop Church back into the match. Bishop explodes into the match and knocks Xavier down with a running lariat. Xavier is back up, belly to belly overhead throw from Bishop Church! Bishop manhandles Xavier up and lands a German suplex, while maintaining a hold onto his waist… he follows it up with another German, still maintaining waist control. Finally he does one last German and goes for the cover.

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kickout by Xavier Reid!

Both men up and Bishop goes for a spike DDT, but Xavier is able to block the move and trip up Bishop. Xavier leaps at Annabelle for the tag. Annabelle hops over the rope and rushes into the ring, hitting a dropkick to the side of Bishop’s head as he gets up. She covers.

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kickout by Bishop Church!

Annabelle slapped the mat. Xavier hollers at her and she looks up as he tosses her a chair. She smiles and swings at Bishop who dodges before tagging Mike McGuire back into the match. Mike in and goes to spear Annabelle who dodges. But Mike is able tor use the momentum and roll, bouncing off the ropes and dropkicking the chair into the face of Annabelle! Mike covers!

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kickout by Annabelle!

Both up and trading slaps in the middle of the ring. Annabelle kicks Mike in her gut and is able to get to her corner tagging Xavier Reid back into the match! Xavier rushes in and nails Mike in the face with a kick. Xavier sets up Mike and delivers The X-Ploder! Cover

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kickout by Mike McGuire!

Annabelle comes over and takes the pad off the turnbuckle exposing the steel. Xavier goes for another X-Ploder this time into the steel, but Mike is able to fight her way out. Mike to her corner and tags Bishop Church back into the match. Bishop rushes Xavier, but Xavier ducks and rolls to the chair. Xavier takes a swing at Bishop who dodges and slips behind Xavier applying a Sleeper Hold! Xavier unable to get to the ropes, but manages to break the hold by dropping down and hitting a jaw breaker!

Jesse Payne: Anyone's match to win or lose now!

El Chupacabra: This is going to get real good real quick!

Both men slowly crawl to their corners and tag the ladies back into the match. We have a melee and the ref has lost control. The two men trade shots as the ladies to the same. Mike gets the chair again and swings for Annabelle who ducks under before kicking the chair into the face of Mike. Xavier and Bishop tumble out of the ring trading shots. Annabelle stalks Mike as she gets up. Gut shot and Annabelle connects with Brain Damage onto the chair!

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DING DING DING!!!

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here are your winners by Pin-Fall Xavier Reid and Annabelle The Trinity!!!!!

Jesse Payne: What a match!

El Chupacabra: Both of these teams just gave it all tonight. Either of them would make good tag champs!

Trinity celebrate as we go to....[/font]

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MATCH THREE

JAI SAVAGE

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DAVID MILLER

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DRACO LAZARUS

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Jesse Payne: Triple Threat time!

El Chupacabra: Three brands are repping in this match. We got Draco Lazarus from FSW. We got David Miller on Brawl. And then we got Friday Night's fastest rising star Jai Savage. Should be a hell of a contest.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: : The following contest is a Triple Threat Match. Introducing first …

The lights of the ARENA slowly dim to black, shrouding the crowd in darkness, causing murmurs of anticipation and flashes from camera phones. A haunting, but fervent piano begins to bleed through the P.A. system, slowly growing louder. Spotlights appear, sweeping over the crowd as a disembodied choir joins in behind the instrumental, adding more power to the music as the lights move faster through the now-riled fans. At the :45 second mark, 'Lost Generation' by Audiomachine hits its zenith with a crescendo. Both piano and vocals reverberate throughout the building as the lights converge on a side entrance at ground level, illuminating the hooded figure of David Miller as he storms out into the crowd, flanked by three members of the arena’s security staff. The reaction is immediate, in the form of an explosive and deafening ovation …

Jessica Stroup: Now being escorted to the ring, fighting out of Anaheim, California. Standing six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds. This is The Assassin … DAVID ... MILLER!

Head bowed, Miller makes his way through the throng without taking notice of anything. Hands slap and grab for his jacket, still more reach out for slaps and fist bumps, but none of it seems to faze him. Leaving the security detail behind, he steps onto the floor mats and circles around to the steps, pausing at the bottom long enough to peel off his hoodie. Carelessly tossing it aside, Miller jogs up the steps to the apron and ducks between the ropes, immediately moving across to the far side to begin pacing from corner to corner like a caged animal. Every now and again, he glances up at the stage while throwing a few combinations, before returning to the restless back and forth march, waiting for his opponent to arrive.

A spotlight shines on center stage until “The Gold Standard” Draco Lazarus steps into it. He stops, crosses both arms, and looks down on the fans with a smug look on his face. He points the Golden Cane at a few fans and starts to berate a few fans before pulling it back and putting it down. He acts as if he is a conductor, with his Middle Fingers, waving them around to the crowd to match the beat.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Introducing…God’s Gift to Wrestling and Women...hailing from Miami, Florida...he is one half of Collateral Damage…. “THE Gold Standard” DRAAAACOOOOO LAZZZZZARUSSSSSS!


”The Gold Standard” Draco Lazarus starts throwing Monopoly Money into the crowd. He acts like he is going to High Five a fan, but pulls his hand away and runs it through his hair. He hops onto the apron, goes through the ropes, and circles the ring announcer a few times. He begins “Making it Rain,” on the Ring announcer then the ref with the rest of his Monopoly Money. He points into the crowd and yells “You Poor People SUCK!” Then begins stretching and heads to his corner. He takes off his suit jacket, and acts like he is going to throw it to the crowd, but just drops it outside the ring and laughs. He hangs his cane on the bottom rope of his corner as he await the bell.

The lights go out and the arena is swallowed in darkness broken up only by the bright LED dots in the crowd of scattered smartphone screens. As the first notes of 'Duality' begin to play, searchlights sweep across the stage and the audience.

I push my fingers into my eyes...
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...
But it's made of all the things I have to TAKE

The moment the drums kick in, strobes flash with each thumping beat, and suddenly the spotlights fix on a figure standing in the crowd at the top of the stairs, head bowed.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Making his way to the ring... Standing six feet, two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds... Fighting out of Vancouver, Canada... "SPARTAN" JAI SAVAGE!

At the sound of his name, Jai lifts his head, exposing the stark white-red-black of his war paint. He moves though the sea of humanity, slapping hands with fans on his way to the ring without ever taking his eyes off the squared circle. He vaults the barricade with ease and grace, and slides under the bottom rope and across the ring to kneel in the center.

Jai slams his fist on the mat, triggering a burst of pyro from the ring posts. He jumps to his feet, pounds his fist against his chest over his heart, then starts pacing the ring like a predator waiting for prey.

DING DING DING!!!

The ref calls for the bell and this Triple Threat Match is underway! The three men go to the center of the ring. All three have a stair down when out of nowhere Draco slaps Jai. Jai smiles and shakes his head as Draco takes look over at David before doing the same thing to him. David and Jai each look at one another before looking at Draco and then at one another again. Jai nods at David and the two men each slap Draco across the face each man taking a cheek. Draco hits the mat hard and the other two men take turns stomping the ever loving shit out of him. Draco finally gets to his feet and gets a double whip to the corner. Jai goes over and gives Draco a chop. David nods and walks over before doing the same thing.

Draco drops to his knees out of the corner begging the other two men off. Jai and David look at one another again, but before either man can do anything Draco gets to his feet and pokes each of them in the eye. Draco then stomps on the feet of each man and grabs Jai in a side headlock. Jai attempts to pick up Draco for a back suplex, but Draco pokes him in the eyes again. Draco still holding onto Jai charges at David and gives him a head scissors while giving Jai a side headlock takeover at the same time! Draco celebrates jumping around the ring as the other two men get to their feet. Draco grabs Jai again and goes to do the same thing again, but this time Jai and David press Draco over head and toss him over the top to the ring!

Jesse Payne: And that my friends is why you should think before you act. Draco should have been able to know that trying that move again on those two men was a bad idea, but he let his ego get in the way. I mean Draco is a cool customer. The guy could sell snow to people in the North Pole and that is a skill that I think that any great person should have.

El Chupacabra: Draco is a con man pure and simple. I will admit to doing similar things in my life though and that means I can't really talk shit about him. I have been waiting for this match since it was announced. We got three of our newest and hungriest stars in this match. David Miller has been back and forth in the win/loss column, but has looked like pure gold then entire time. Draco is as talented as he is sneaky, which means he has a very bright future in this company. Jai Savage is thus far unbeaten in this company. He is pretty much right on the cusp of getting himself a shot at any title that he wants. One day that man could very well become the EWC Undisputed Champion I am calling it right now Jai Savage is going to do great things.

Draco gets to his feet and flips the other two men off before starting to the back. Jai gets out of the ring and grabs Draco by the back of his head before tossing him back into the ring. Draco is up and David charges him, but is met with a discuss clothesline. Jai gets in the ring as well and eats a discuss clothesline as well! Draco points to his head showing off his brains. Draco with a cover on David

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Draco cover Jai!


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Draco with a look shock as he asks the ref if it was a three count, but the ref just shakes his head. Both of the downed men are up and Draco goes for a double DDT, but gets double back dropped for his trouble. David hooks up Jai for The Hard Goodbye, but Jai blocks. David fights back and is able to connect with The Death Roll!

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All three men up and Draco goes to roll up Jai who blocks before kicking him in the face! David charges at Jai who dodges the clothesline and when David turns around Jai connects with The Arrowhead!

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broken up by Draco Lazarus!!!!!

Jesse Payne: Draco barely saved the match right there.

El Chupacabra: I have to agree it does not get a hell of a lot closer than that does it?

All three men are up and Draco starts to berate both Jai and David. Draco finally breaks down and charges the two men who back drop him over the top to the outside! Jai and David start to trade shots with David getting the upperhand. David goes for a lariat, but Jai dodges again. David turns around right into The V-42!!! Jai is about to cover, but Draco enters the ring and throws Jai out of the ring! Draco covers!


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Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner by Pin-Fall Draco Lazarus!!!!!!!

Jesse Payne: My boy Draco gets the win!

El Chupacabra: He had to steal it, but he won. If I were Jai Savage I would be very pissed off right about now.

Draco heads up the entrance ramp celebrating as Jai Savage seethes in the center of the ring and we go to..[/font]

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We go backstage where Griffin is sitting in his new office. He sits back at his desk, his feet kicked up as he relaxes back in his chair. But his time is interrupted when Rob Garcia walks into the room, glaring at him.

Griffin Hawkins: Robbie good buddy, good to seeya again! Hows it hangin'?

He's not in the mood as his eyes are locked on him.

Rob Garcia: Who the fuck do you think you are? You really think you can get away with screwing me the way you did on the last Rampage? You counted fast after Ace pinned me!

Griffin then gets up, looking at him face to face, not even showing any signs of intimidation.

Griffin Hawkins: Fast count? Dude..what match were you watching? The match that never happened? That count was normal..Ace laid you out..one..two..three...and that was it. There was no screwjob, no nothing.

Rob Garcia: That's bullshit and you know it! You screwed me Hawkins! You've been trying to get back at me ever since I beat you weeks ago, and now suddenly you got some kind of power..you're gonna try and screw with my career? That ain't happening, not now, not ever!

Griffin Hawkins: See...that is the difference between you and me...I'm man enough to admit that I got beat. Did you beat me? Yes. Am I happy about it? No. But I picked myself up and got back in there..and I went on and I became the number one contender to the International Title..while you, as usual when you lose..you whine, you cry, you moan, you bitch, and you blame everybody but yourself. There will come a time when you and me will face off again...and when that happens all the excuses in the world won't save you when I beat you..but right now you need to deal with the fact that you got beat fair and square.

Rob Garcia: That match sure as hell was NOT fair and square! It wasn't fair and square when you magically decided to come out and be the new referee! You cost me my undefeated streak, you...

Griffin Hawkins: Oh for the love of God, shut the fuck up about that! You were NEVER undefeated! You've eaten a few pinfall losses even before you got here! That belt that you like to carry around is WORTHLESS. when you're brave enough to ditch that lame toy belt and join us in reality and go for a REAL title, then you can talk about how great you are.

Garcia looks like he's about to explode.

Rob Garcia: Oh, and somehow you're so much better than me just because you won a few titles? Well you're not. I'm sick of entitled people like you, Ace King, Luke Wolfe and others thinking just because you're big names here, that you can hold back talented guys like me! You're all jealous of people like me, I'm the future, you're the past. I'm what's happening today, and you're yesterday's sad joke.

Griffin Hawkins: People like me? Are you listening to yourself right now dude? You sound more delusional than usual. It's not people like me that's the problem..it's people like YOU that's the problem! You're what's wrong with the business today, you're a lazy..underachieving..self righteous douchebag...lucky to even be on the roster, lucky to even be holding one of the more important titles here in EWC. You walk around expecting the entire roster to kiss your ass just because you're the "future" of the company. You expect the whole world to roll over and hand you whatever you want a silver platter just because you're rich, wealthy, and have untapped talent. Well that's not how it works kid. Because you're gonna be defending your title...

Rob Garcia: Um, hello? Has all that hairspray effected your brain? The Undefeated Championship is practically on the line tonight!

Griffin Hawkins: I'm not talking about that phony title, I'm talking about the Tag Team Titles. Hardcore Revolution is in a few weeks, and a whole lot of people including myself will be competing for a title..or defending it. You on the other hand, you haven't even defended those Tag Team Titles within the 30 Day Period. In fact, you haven't even defended those titles since you won them!

Rob Garcia: I shouldn't have to, I'm the Champ, I got the gold, and I make the rules!

Griffin Hawkins: Not in this town pal, when you hold a title in EWC, you represent the brand itself. The only reason you haven't defended those titles is because you're so hated and reviled by the entire locker room, nobody even wants to team with you. But you still got a job to do, you're our Champion...I don't know how..but our Champion is gonna fight!

Rob Garcia: Oh yeah? Against who?

Griffin Hawkins: I'm gonna leave that up to the boss himself, President Mac. Whether you have a partner or not, you WILL defend those Tag Team Titles first chance you get. And if you decide not to...you'll be stripped of the belts.

His look changes to disbelief.

Rob Garcia: What!? You can't do that!

Griffin Hawkins: Oh..but I can, I'm the General Manager, and I make the rules..not you. But you shouldn't be so focused on me, you should be focused on the main event tonight..because if you're not careful, Nostalgia is gonna make sure that you don't even make it to the point where you can defend those belts. Now get the hell out of my office.

Garcia glares at him, wanting so much to punch him in the face.

Rob Garcia: You wanna play your little games? Fine...but know this, after I'm done taking Nostalgia apart...who knows, I may come over to Brawl and pay you a little visit of my own.

Griffin just stares after Garcia as he leaves, we then go to commercial.

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MATCH FOUR
TABLES MATCH

GRIZZLY DUGGAN Vs KENDRICK KROSS

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The camera cuts back to the announcer table and El Chupacabra and Jesse Payne.

El Chupacabra: With Hardcore Revolution cancelled we look to Scars and Stripes right around the corner the next match up could have huge implications when it comes to who might receive a championship match.

Jesse Payne: And even more important than that we get another opportunity to send a member of the Brawl roster back to the red brand with a big old L.

El Chupacabra: Jesse we are all EWC and it was a nice gesture for Michael Saint to open the Rampage doors to those on Brawl while they sort a few things out.

Jesse Payne: I would have said the hell with them, do you think Victor Price would have done the say for us?

El Chupacabra: Well regardless I’m excited to see Kendrick Kross make his Rampage debut.

Jesse Payne: I hope Grizzly Duggan breaks him in two.

El Chupacabra: And with that we send it up to Emmanuelle Chriqui to get this match started.

DING DING DING

Emmanuelle Chriqui: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Table Match, in order to win you must drive your opponent through a table, introducing first…

Castle of Glass hits the PA system as the lights flash. Kendrick walks out from the ramp to a mix of cheers and boos. He stops at the ramp and takes a deep breath. He pauses for a few seconds before heading down the ramp, slapping a few hands on each side as he does so.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: From Chelsea London, weighing in at 215 Pounds....Kendrick KROSS!

Kendrick slowly continues walking down the ramp until getting to the end of the ramp where he turns towards the left and goes up the steps then climbs into the ring and walks over towards the corner where he sits.

El Chupacabra: Kendrick Kross looks in phenomenal shape here tonight.

Jesse Payne: He looks ok, a little smaller than I thought he’d be.

El Chupacabra: Such a hater.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent from Columbia, SC, weighing in at 385 Pounds...Grizzly DUGGAN!

Born of the Serpent’s Eye starts playing, at the 55 second mark of the song Grizzly walks out. He stare at the crowd and makes his way towards the ring. Once at the ring he grabs the top rope, pulls himself up and steps over the rope and walks to the center of the ring. He raises both of his hands as three burst of pyro ignite from each corner in a synchronized fashion.

El Chupacabra: I still have not gotten use to the size of Grizzly Duggan, as much as I see him I’m always a little in awe.

Jesse Payne: The monster among men stands 6’8” and is damn near pushing 400 pounds, the man can snap Kross in half if he’s in the mood.

El Chupacabra: The referee for tonight’s match is Silas McKay and he signals for the bell and we are underway.

DING DING DING

And Grizzly Duggan comes rushing out of the corner but Kendrick Kross sees him coming and is able to dodge the Duggan as he goes crazying into the corner, he turns and Kross, using his MMA background targets Grizzly Duggan’s leg and unloads with a stiff leg kick right to the calf and gets out of harm's way.

El Chupacabra: Kendrick Kross targeting Grizzly Duggan’s leg early trying to slow down the big man.

Jesse Payne: Those little kicks aren’t going to stop a man Grizzly Duggan’s size.

El Chupacabra: Yeah but they will annoy the big guy.

Grizzly Duggan shakes off the leg and stalks Kendrick Kross once again, sort of trapping him in the corner, Grizzly swings with a forearm but once again dodges the strike and ducks under the arm and again delivers a a stiff leg kick this time to the back of Grizzly’s knee that buckles the big man.

El Chupacabra: Kross with a well placed kick to the back of Grizzly Duggan’s knee and the big man is feeling that kick.

Grizzly limps a little as he puts weight on the leg but as he walks across the ring the limp becomes less and less noticeable.

Jesse Payne: Those kicks are only pissing off the big man.

Once again Grizzly Duggan traps Kendrick Kross in the corner, Grizzly sort of lunges towards Kendrick who ducks under but Grizzly spins around quickly this time and before Kross can fire off another leg kick Grizzly Duggan takes him off his feet with a lariat. Duggan doesn’t allow Kross to get back to his feet as he places a well placed kick of his own into the rib cage of his opponent that sends him rolling across the ring towards the ropes. Grizzly Duggan places his large foot on the back of Kendrick Kross and then steps up putting all his weight on the lower back of Kross.

El Chupacabra: THAT’S 385 LBS ON THE BACK OF KENDRICK KROSS!!!!

Jesse Payne: That won’t only crush his spirit but also a few vertebrae…

Grizzly Duggan’s bounces up and down a few times before stepping off and Kendrick Kross rolls out of the ring in order to put some space between himself and Grizzly but Duggan is not going to allow him to rest as he steps over the top rope and jumps down to the floor as Kendrick Kross gets to his feet. Duggan charges at him and sends Kross flying into the guardrail with a shoulder block, Grizzly looks down at Kendrick and backs away motioning for him to get to his feet...scream at him to ‘GET UP’...

El Chupacabra: Kendrick Kross trying to get to his feet, using the rail up help himself up...

Jesse Payne: And playing right into Grizzly Duggan’s hand...

Kross gets to his feet and Grizzly Duggan charges in and leaps at Kendrick going for the spear but Kendrick sidesteps him and Grizzly Duggan goes head first into the guardrail sending the first row of people into the laps of those fans sitting in the second row.

El Chupacabra: KROSS AVOIDS DISASTER THERE!!!!

Jesse Payne: And Grizzly Duggan is busted open…

The blood starts to pour down the face of Grizzly Duggan and Kendrick Kross sees blood in the water as he places a kick to the back of the neck of Grizzle Duggan and follows that up with a drop kick to the back of the head of The Monster Among Men that nearly bends the big man in half. Kross takes a few steps back and then drives a knee into the side of Duggan’s head that drops the big man to the mat. Kross jumps up tp the apron and heads up to the top rope as the fans inside The KFC Yum Center come to their feet…

El Chupacabra: Kendrick Kross up on the top rope...

Jesse Payne: What is he doing, he has to put Grizzly Duggan through a table…

Kendrick Kross leaps off and makes a full rotation in the air and nails a shooting star press that causes the Rampage fans to explode in a OH!!!! And then…

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

El Chupacabra: KENDRICK KROSS WITH A SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO THE FLOOR AND HE’S KILLED GRIZZLY DUGGAN!!!!!

Jesse Payne: That’s great but how in the hell is he going to lift that man and put him through a table now that he’s 385 pounds of DEAD weight?

Kendrick, who is feeling the affects of that shooting star press to the floor, gets to his feel and lifts the ring skirt up and starts to pull out a table from under the ring. He lifts it up and places it next to the ring and turns back around and looks at Grizzly Duggan, who is still laying on the floor. Kendrick walks over to Duggan and tries to pull him to his feet…

El Chupacabra: Kendrick Kross trying to lift the big man onto the table...

Jesse Payne: But he is using too much of his energy to do so…

As Kendrick struggles to lift the much bigger man to his feet, Grizzly Duggan shoves him away and off of him but Kross isn’t going to go away that easy as he comes charging back in, jumps up to the ring apron and delivers a step up enziguri to the side of Grizzly Duggan’s head that sends the big man crashing into the table ringside. Kross follows that up with a European Uppercut that sends Grizzly Duggan onto the table…

El Chupacabra: DUGGAN IS ON THE TABLE...

Jesse Payne: Kendrick Kross has an opportunity here...

Kross sees this and jumps back up onto the apron as the fans get back on their feet as Kross runs and leaps into the air...but Grizzly Duggan springs up off the table and catches Kross in midair with two hands around his neck, he turns and eyes the table but Kendrick Kross is able to kick the table over before Grizzly Duggan plants him on the floor with a vicious chokeslam…

El Chupacabra: Unbelievable, Kendrick Kross has the presents of mind to kick the table out of the way just seconds before he went through it...

Jesse Payne: But pays the price by bouncing off the floor and pissing off Grizzly Duggan…

Duggan looks down in a bit of shock at what just happened, fuming he rips up the ring skirt and pulls out a table...and then another one, sliding the second table into the ring before setting up the first one ringside...Kendrick Kross starts to crawl away from Duggan in order to recover and catch his breath but after setting the table up Grizzly Duggan storms after Kendrick Kross…

El Chupacabra: Kross now on his feet and slides back into the ring...

Jesse Payne: And Grizzly Duggan’s right after him as he storms up the steps and steps over the top rope…

Kross hits the far ropes as Grizzly Duggan straddles the top rope and drop kicks the knee of Duggan causing the knee to buckle and Duggan to fall into the ring. Kendrick grabs the leg and rolls it into a knee bar as referee Silas McKay just looks on…

Jess Payne: It’s a table match...he can’t make him tap out...

El Chupacabra: Kross is trying to damage Duggan’s knee to limit him...

Jesse Payne: He has to keep him on his feet…

Duggan is able to kick free with a well placed kick to the chest of Kendrick Kross who releases Duggan’s leg and rolls back to his feet and grabs Grizzly Duggan around the neck as the big man is up to his knees and spins him into a DDT...Kross quickly gets up and picks up the table Grizzly Duggan slid into the ring, he sets it up as Grizzly starts to get back to his feet…

El Chupacabra: What’s it going to take to put Grizzly Duggan down...

Jesse Payne: A bazooka or tank…

Grizzly gets back to his feet as Kendrick Kross turns, Grizzly goes for a running Big Boot but Kendrick ducks out of the way and as Grizzly turns around he’s met with a Pele kick to the side of the head that stuns him...and the roundhouse kick to the face sends Grizzly Duggan face first onto the table…

El Chupacabra: DUGGAN IS ON THE TABLE!!!

Jesse Payne: He has to go through the table though…


Kendrick Kross sees Grizzly Duggan on the table and slides out of the ring and starts to climb to the top rope as Grizzly Duggan starts to gain his wits, Duggan gets to his hands and knees on the table…

El Chupacabra: Grizzly Duggan up on all fours...

Jesse Payne: But he’s still on the table and Kendrick Kross looks ready to soar...

Kendrick Kross jumps into the air…

El Chupacabra: THE TRAMP STAMP!!!!!

Kendrick Kross sends Grizzly Duggan crashing through the table with a curb stomp, Silas McKay motions for the bell…

DING

DING

DING

Emmanuelle Chriqui: The winner of the match...KENDRICK KROSS!!!!!!

The fans are still a bit in shock as Silas McKay raises the arm of Kendrick Kross and Kross drops and rolls out of the ring and looks back at the carnage inside the ring as Grizzly Duggan starts to climb out of the remains of the table…

Emmanuelle Chriqui: What a statement win here tonight from Kendrick Kross and it vaults him right back into title contention and back in the title conversation…

Jesse Payne: Kendrick Kross, in my opinion with the upset of the year…

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Kendrick Kross said size didn’t matter and he went out there and proved it here tonight…

Kendrick Kross makes his way to the top of the ramp and he raises his arms into the air and celebrates as he ducks out of sight.

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MATCH FIVE

NATALIE YOUNG Vs LAVENDER

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The arena goes black, a darkness that lingers for a few seconds until the opening chords of 'Monster' by Paramore play as the screen comes to life. Footage that has been treated to look old, faded rolls of Natalie fighting her way back up to her feet after being knocked down-- and the moment that she appears on the screen, the crowd cheers loudly for the fan favorite that is about to come out. As the blond regains her feet in that video footage, bruised and battered but still willing to fight, the chorus hits the sound system with a vengeance as Natalie Young makes her way out from behind the curtain, a bit of a bounce in her stride. It's not the sort that comes from being happily energetic, though. Rather? It's clear that her competitive fire is burning brighter than ever.

El Chupacabra: We’ve got another great crossover match coming your way people! Natalie Young makes her way over from Monday Night BRAWL to do battle with Rampage’s Lavender! Both of these ladies will be popular with the Louisville crowd, Jesse.

Jesse Payne: Popular, schmopular. This is about to be the most boring match of the night!

El Chupacabra: I beg to differ, Jesse. Natalie has been quite impressive so far since arriving on the BRAWL brand, but some say Lavender might have an edge considering this is home territory for her on Rampage and the fact that Natalie hasn’t competed in the ring in quite a few weeks.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Our next match of the evening is scheduled for one fall .. coming to the ring first .. from Durham, North Carolina .. Representing Monday Night BRAWL .. Natalie Young!

As coral and white lights flash along the rampway, Natalie still slaps a few of the hands that are offered to her as she descends down it... but her focus is on the ring. Speeding up at the bottom of the ramp, she slides into the ring on her stomach before getting to her feet. The nearest turnbuckle is mounted as she looks out over the crowd, raising her fists in the air to evoke more cheers. She lingers there for a few moments before hopping down, doing a couple stretches to prepare for the match at hand.

The lights go out as 'The Sense Of Me' by Mud Flow begins to play from the thirteen second mark. The lights flash in time to each acoustic guitar riff. When the drums kick in the lights come back on and out walks Lavender. She looks out across the crowd and then makes her way down to the ring.

El Chupacabra: And here comes Rampage’s Lavender! She looks determined here!

Jesse Payne: I don’t know why. She hasn’t won a match in God knows how long. She even said it herself the other day!

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And her opponent .. coming from parts unknown and representing Friday Night RAMPAGE!

The crowd pops at the mention of Rampage.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Lavender!

As Lavender reaches ringside she walks over to the steel steps, walks up them and enters the ring before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and holding her arms up high in the air. Lavender steps down from the turnbuckle and waits for the match to commence.

DING DING DING

As the bell rings, Natalie Young wastes no time heading after Lavender as she backs the Rampage star into the corner. Weeks of pent up aggression from the lack of BRAWL loads every right hand that she delivers on the fair-skinned Lavender. Natalie grabs Lavender by the wrist and sends her into the opposite corner, charging after her. Lavender grabs the top ropes and catapults herself over Natalie and Natalie goes charging the empty turnbuckle. Natalie turns around straight into a clothesline in the corner. Lavender scoops Natalie up and sets her up on the turnbuckle.

El Chupacabra: Lavender going for the early high-impact maneuvers!

Jesse Payne: Way too early! Not a chance!

Lavender ascends the turnbuckle only for Natalie to shove her right back off and onto her back. Lavender rolls backwards and up to her feet fast but is met by a vicious spinning heel kick from the BRAWL superstar.

Jesse Payne: Ouch! Right in the mouth. I didn’t know anyone from BRAWL had it in them. I thought they were all losers over there!

As Lavender gets up to her feet, Natalie grabs her by the head and locks her up for a suplex. Natalie delivers a snap suplex and rolls over into a cover.

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El Chupacabra: It’s going to take a lot more than that to put away Lavender, Payne… Payne?

Jesse Payne: Oh sorry. I fell asleep for a second!

El Chupacabra: Would you stop it?!

Both women are up to their feet as Natalie goes back onto the offensive. She scoops Lavender up and slams her down onto the canvas. As Natalie bends over to pick Lavender up off of the ground, Lavender rolls Natalie up.

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Kickout by Natalie Young.

Natalie is up to her feet first and she drops a knee onto the back of Lavender’s head as she attempts to get off of the ground. Natalie picks Lavender up and backs her up into the ropes. Natalie whips Lavender across the ring towards the ropes, but it is reversed by Lavender and she sends Natalie to the ropes. Natalie approaches the ropes and handsprings off of the ropes, looking to deliver a back elbow to Lavender. Lavender instead calculates the maneuver and delivers a hard dropkick to the back of Natalie’s head, sending her crashing to the canvas.

El Chupacabra: Lavender isn’t letting Natalie’s speed and wide arsenal of offense get to her. She’s obviously studied her opponent this week and saw that one coming!

Lavender walks over to Natalie and pulls back on Natalie’s left arm and puts her foot on the back of Natalie’s neck in a submission move. As seconds go by and Natalie refuses to give up, Lavender wrenches on the arm even harder as the referee continues to check for a submission.

Jesse Payne: That’s it. She’s going to quit!

Lavender continues to put the pressure on Natalie’s neck as the crowd begins to get behind the blonde from Durham. Natalie reaches back and grabs Lavender’s angle. Slowly she begins to lift Lavender’s foot off of the back of her neck. Feeling this, Lavender steps her foot down on the canvas and straddles Natalie’s left arm. She jumps off of the mat and lands down hard on the shoulder of Natalie Young, releasing the hold as she lands. Natalie rolls over onto her back, clutching her left shoulder as she lays there.

El Chupacabra: A lot of damage done there, Jesse.

Jesse Payne: I will say that Lavender is showing some grit here tonight. Still don’t care who wins, though.

Lavender slowly walks over to Natalie and goes to grab Natalie’s legs. As she does this, Natalie rears her legs back into her chest and then springs her legs forward and shoves Lavender back and to the mat. Lavender pops back up quickly and sprints over to Natalie, but she is met with a leg sweep by Natalie. As Lavender crashes to the mat next to Natalie, Natalie lifts her right leg up and slams her heel down into the temple of Lavender. Lavender rolls over clutching her head as Natalie reaches up with her right hand and pulls herself up to her feet. As the referee checks on Lavender, Natalie rolls her left shoulder back and forth, as well as trying to work the kinks out by moving her arm in a circular motion.

El Cupacabra: Natalie is getting a chance to recover a bit here, but you wonder if maybe she is wasting time.

Natalie decides her shoulder feels okay so she walks over to Lavender and picks her up off of the canvas. As she does this, Lavender breaks Natalie’s wrists away and grabs the back of her head, dropping to her knees with a bone-crunching jawbreaker. Natalie drops down to one knee in pain as she clutches her jaw. Lavender, seeing her opportunity, steps through the ropes and walks over to the turnbuckle. She climbs up to the top and waits in a crouched position for Natalie to stand up. Once Natalie gets to both feet, she turns around and is met immediately with the Leap of Faith! The referee drops to the mat to count.

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DING DING DING

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner .. Lavender!

El Chupacabra: And Lavender is back in the win column!

Jesse Payne: Forget her stats! She got a win for Rampage and that’s all that matters!

‘The Sense of Me’ begins playing and the referee raises Lavender’s arm as she stands up to her feet. The crowd cheers for the victor as she stands in the ring.

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MATCH SIX

ACE KING Vs DOMINIC SANDERS

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Jesse Payne: It is time for us to get really lucky as my favorite member of Brawl one Mr. Dominic Sanders is competing on our show.

El Chupacabra: Well he will have his work cut out for him as he takes on the United States Champion and the man that many consider Mr. Friday Night Rampage in Ace Fucking King. And yeah it is a capital F on that fucking!

Emmanuelle Chriqui: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!!

The lights dim in the arena as the instrumental version of "Phenomenal" by Eminem cues and begins to play throughout the stadium. Once the beginning first few seconds of the song clear and the first chord hits at the eight second mark, "SANDERS" appears on the video board on cue.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: From Aledo, Texas. Weighing in at 285 pounds. Dominic Sanders!

The crowd reacts with both cheers and boos as Dominic Sanders steps out from the back. He has his new trademark cast-iron brand of the state of Texas in his hand. Gil Griffin follows behind wielding a blow-torch, as usual. Gil raises the object into the air and pulls the trigger, sending a stream of fire into the air. Sanders continues down to the ring looking out over the crowd as Griffin laughs and teases some fans on the way to the ring. Sanders heads up the ring steps and walks along the ring apron. He steps through the ropes and looks out into the crowd, shaking his head at the mixed reaction he is getting. Griffin stands outside of the ring, shooting another flame into the air and laughing. Sanders hands Gil the branding iron as his music fades out.


"THE ACE OF SPADES!!! THE ACE OF SPADES!!!"

The crowd hears Lemmy's growl, and they go nuts as the opening bass line to 'Ace of Spades' rips through (insert arena name here). As the drums kick in, pyro goes off up and down the ramp in time with the beat, while frenetic red and gold spotlights pulse through the building before fixating on the ramp.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 225 pounds... He is the EWC United States Champion... THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!

There's a huge explosion as the guitar kicks in, and the crowd roars as the one and only Ace King rises from a platform through the smoke of the pyro and into the spotlights, soaking in the ovation with his championship draped over his shoulder. 'The Gambler' stays on a knee, taking the title down to look at it for a few seconds. He takes a deep breath and walks to the ring, calmly interacting with fans all the way down the ramp.

He stops for a couple seconds at the end of the ramp, then charges to the ring, with gold pyro exploding from the turnbuckles as he dives in under the bottom rope. He spins up onto one knee and stares out into the crowd before getting to his feet and hoisting his championship up for all to see. Once he hands the belt to the referee, he gets his game face on while staring a hole through his opponent.

El Chupacabra: And here we are, ring that bell, ring that bell!

Jesse Payne: Come on Dominic, crush him!

John Dean enters the ring checks both men to make sure they don’t have any weapons and then waves his hand to signal the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Dominic explodes from his corner and slams into Ace with a shoulder-block into the corner. Dominic grabs the arm of the stunned United States Champion and Irish-whips him towards the opposite corner and hits a running big boot into the corner. Ace drops to his knee, clutching his head.

Jesse Payne: Dominic Sanders has The United States Champion right where he wants him now.

Dominic smacks Ace hard enough that spit is seen flying from his mouth, Dominic backs up and then charges at his opposition but Ace moves! Dominic crashes hard into the ring post. Ace is back on his feet, Dominic stumbles out of the corner and right into a side kick to the gut! Dominic stumbles but does not fall, Ace hypes up the crowd and then goes for a Full House I but NO! Dominic grabs Ace’s leg! Dominic pulls Ace forwards while spinning him around. Dominic uses the momentum to drop Ace with an impressive German-Suplex. Dominic goes for the cover.

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KICKOUT by Ace King!

Jesse Payne: I thought he had him there, damnit!

El Chupacabra: Impressive kickout by our United States Champion!

Dominic drags Ace to his feet and Irish-whips him towards the ropes, on the rebound Ace ducks a Dominic clothesline and hits a flying neckbreaker, bringing Dominic crashing down. Ace wastes no time and drags Dominic up and begins to hit a barrage of punches. Left hook, right hook, left hook, right hook, right hook, left jab, left jab! Ace then finishes his combo with a swift hard kick to Dominic’s left knee, dropping Dominic down to a one-kneed stance. Ace taunts for the fans and then hits a Full House I right to the side of Dominic’s head. Ace goes for the cover.

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Ace shakes his head, and then looks towards the corner and appears to get an idea. Ace runs to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He plays to the crowd and then leaps for a flying elbow drop! Dominic saw it coming and rolled out of the way, Ace lands hard but uses the adrenaline and momentum to bounce him back up and take off towards the ropes. He rebounds and hits Dominic with a dropkick to the back of the head and Dominic tries to stand. The pain catches out with Ace though, and he lay on the mat clutching his elbow in pain. Ace stands, still holding his elbow and appears to signal the end is near.

El Chupacabra: Ace is ready to end this now!

Ace helps Dominic up and then pushes him into the corner. Ace kicks Dominic’s legs out from under him and stomps his chest while John Dean counts, Ace stops at a count of four.


Ace backs up to the opposite Corner and runs towards Dominic, but Dominic moves! Ace sees this and attempts to stop running. He runs into the corner and uses his momentum to propel over onto the apron. Ace springboards back into the ring as Dominic Sanders is standing and hits a beautiful springboard dropkick, flattening Dominic onto the mat. Ace heads to a corner and stalks his opponent. Dominic gets to a knee before Ace comes in and connects with The Jackpot!!!!!!

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DING DING DING

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And here is your winner by Pin-Fall Ace King!!!!!!

Jesse Payne: Son of a bitch!

El Chupacabra: Well, Dominic Sanders looked strong at the beginning but one slip up cost him… Nice win for our United States Champion

Ace celebrates as we go to...

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We go backstage once more where Griffin is relaxing in his new office. He seems to be relaxed until once again he's interrupted. Michael Saint walks in, glaring down at him.

Griffin Hawkins: Well look who it is!

Michael Saint: You think you're so clever don't you?

Griffin Hawkins: Well I am known for my wit and sense of humor around these parts.

Michael Saint: Well I hope you had fun running the show, because your fun is over.

Griffin Hawkins: And why is that, cue ball?

Michael Saint: I called the board of directors, telling them they are crazy for allowing someone like you to run my show...and the funniest thing happened. The board of directors didn't say ANYTHING about you running Rampage! You never even called them on the phone! In other words, you LIED about being the Rampage General Manager.

Griffin Hawkins: ...I wouldn't say lie...I'd say fibbed just a smidge.....

Michael Saint: Why did you do this Hawkins? Are you trying to embarrass me again? Are you trying to embarrass this brand?

He then gets up, getting in his face.

Griffin Hawkins: The only one who should be embarrassed is you Saint. See...I've been gone for a while, and when I came back at Wrestlefest, I saw that not a lot has changed..namely you and how you run this show. The one thing wrong with this show...is you. You don't listen to the fans, you don't care about the fans or the stars on your roster...you abuse power over anyone who opposes you..as a GM, you just flat out suck.

Michael Saint: I run the best damn show in EWC! I don't care what you or anyone thinks of me! And you better get your ass out of my office or..

Griffin Hawkins: Or what Saint? I don't know who's monkey you spanked to get this job, but as far as I'm concerned, you have gotta be the WORST General Manager in the history of EWC. That's why I decided to give the fans a little something different this week, so they don't have to see your ugly ass face for the millionth time. I gave the fans a show they'd enjoy..and that was me telling the truth.

Michael Saint: Well now that the REAL General Manager is back in charge, I want you out of my building.

Griffin Hawkins: Fine, just let me get my things..and my Dog Princess...

Saint then laughs.

Michael Saint: You have a Dog named Princess? Oh my God how lame is that? One of those prissy little poodles that you gotta walk? I thought you were a man..

Griffin Hawkins: Then maybe you should meet her....oh Princess!

Just then in the room comes a huge Rottweiler with a spiked collar on. Saint's face immediately turns white.

Griffin Hawkins: You know what? I'm gonna let you and Princess get to know eachother for a few minutes..I'll send someone to get my things.

The camera man follows him out as the sounds of a struggle and things breaking is heard alongside the screaming and yelling of Saint. Griffin just smiles.

Griffin Hawkins: Crazy thing is...that's not even my Dog...I love this job...

He grins and walks off as we can hear the pleas from Saint.

Michael Saint: Sit!! Heel!! Stay!! Down girl, down!!

We then go to our last commercial break

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[FN'R]

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NON TITLE CAGE MATCH MATCH

ROB GARCIA

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NOSTALGIA

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El Chupacabra: Well, we're finally here people! The main event everyone's been talking about for weeks - Garcia vs Nostalgia! Undefeated Title vs EWC Career - let's do this!

Jesse Payne: Uh, I've just been informed from the people backstage that, in a show of EWC's new inter-brand cooperation, we're going to let the Monday Night Brawl commentary team handle this match... and sure enough, here they come now.

El Chupacabra: What the hell is this BS? I've been itching to call this one all month! Management will be hearing about this!

The two commentators are seen taking their headsets off and vacting their table as Joe Aiello, Steve Bennett and Max Carter take this place. Once set-up and settled in, Joe addresses the camera with a professional smile.

Aiello: Good evening, I'm Joe Aiello...Folks, what a Rampage this has been! So many hard fought battles, amazing finishes, and downright great wrestling. Now we move onto the Main Event, for which I'm joined by my partners Steve Bennett and Max Carter!

Bennett: Thanks Joe. This is the moment I have been waiting to see for months now. When the Classy RemNant will finally rid the EWC of that kiss ass Nostalgia. Max?

Carter: I , along with many of the fans are still in shock at the fact this could be Nostalgia’s last EWC appearance ever.

Aiello: The tension has been building between Nostalgia and Rob Garcia along with Jeff Noon for months now. Tonight reaches the culmination.

Jessica Stroup: Our next match is the MAIN EVENT CAGE MATCH… If Nostalgia wins, Jeff Noon must drop the Restraining Order….If Rob Garcia wins...Nostalgia must return the Undefeated Title and leave the EWC.

The crowd erupts in "boo's!" as the music hits and the lights come on! Rob Garcia is standing at the top of the stage with Jeff Noon at his side. Rob is wearing one of the Tag Titles around his waist, the other he hoists in the air to a sea of BOOOs and he looks around at the crowd with a cocky grin upon his face. Rob slowly looks around at the crowd and then shakes his head in disgust as Jeff focuses on the ring. Jeff whispers something to Rob and Rob nods his head and they start to walk towards the ring taking their time. Rob stops to talk trash to a fan and then marches to the ring and slides in, gets to his feet and goes to the ring post climbs the turnbuckle he pats his championship and then throws both fists in the air! Then he takes out of wads of dollar bills with his face on it and makes the Rob Garcia Currency rain down into the crowd. He then jumps off the turnbuckle and walks to his corner where Jeff Noon is waiting. Jeff starts to whisper advice into Rob's ear as they stare ahead waiting for the match to start.

Before Jessica Stroup can announce Rob Garcia, Jeff Noon hands her an index card…

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first...hailing from and weighing in at …. He is One Half of the EWC Tag Team Champions...The rightful Undefeated Champion, and Vanquisher of Nostalgia….ROBBBB GARRRRRCCCCIIIIIAAAAAA!

Aiello: This is Rob Garcia’s second main event on Rampage in as many weeks. He is hoping for a better result.

Bennett: Aren’t we all? At least that damn Griffin Hawkins won’t be here to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong.

Carter: Oh you mean like Jeff Noon does almost every Rob Garcia match?

The arena goes dark, a single red spotlight circles the audience, before settling in the middle of the ramp.

CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES!!

THIS IS MY LAST RESORT!!

SUFFOCATION, NO BREATHING!!

DON’T GIVE A FUCK

IF I CUT MY ARM BLEEDING!!

Nostalgia steps out onto the ramp with the X-Division Title raised in his right hand, the Undefeated Title up with his left. The crowd erupts in cheers for the fan favorite as he stops in the red spotlight. Nostalgia’s relaxed and carefree attitude is replaced with an unbridled intensity and rage.

THIS IS MY LAST RESORT!!

Nostalgia drops the titles, and snaps his fingers. The arena does dark for about ten seconds. When the lights come back on Jeff Noon and Rob Garcia are looking around the ring and the outside of the ring, but do not see Nostalgia anywhere. That is...until Jeff Noon looks up, to find Nostalgia perched on the top of the cage. He nervously taps on Rob Garcia’s shoulder, then points up. As Rob looks up, Nostalgia lets out a warcry, leaps, and comes down on top of Jeff Noon and Rob Garcia with The World’s Biggest Moonsault.

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

Nostalgia grabs the head of Rob Garcia, dragging him to his feet. The camera doesn’t pick up what they are saying, but the intensity is palpable. Suddenly, Rob Garcia connects with a hard right hand.

DING DING DING

Nostalgia is knocked a step back from the force of the blow, but comes right back with a hard right of his own with the same effect on Garcia. Garcia then steps up and they begin going blow for blow, giving Jeff Noon a chance to sneak away and out of the cage. The bigger Nostalgia goes for a haymaker, but Rob ducks under it, he throws his shoulder into Nos’s gut, then goes for a quick DDT, but Nostalgia is able to push him away. As Nostalgia regroups, Rob comes off the ropes, and takes Nostalgia down with a devastating clothesline. He signals for Jeff Noon to open the cage. Jeff Noon pushes a ref out of the way, and goes for the Cage Door. The refs try informing him only they can open the door, but he is Jeff Noon and he is better than them so their opinion doesn’t matter. He begins to open the door, but Nostalgia is back on his feet. Jeff yells “ROB!” and points behind him. Rob turns, right into a Big Boot from Nostalgia. Nostalgia wastes no time grabbing Rob and dragging him to his feet. He sets him up for a Suplex, but as he goes to lift, Rob blocks it by sticking his leg between Nostalgia’s. Rob then connects with a few hard shots to the kidneys of Nostalgia, forcing Nostalgia to break his grip.

Aiello: These two are very familiar with each other. They have faced off many times, and now have their respective moves scouted.

Carter: That cage has yet to come into play but I have a feeling that won’t last long. I hope the medics are in close proximity.

Bennett: And a helicopter to airlift Nostalgia to Hell.

Nostalgia goes for a hard right, but it’s blocked by Rob. Rob follows up by driving his knee into the gut of Nostalgia. Rob bounces back first off the ropes, then comes and takes Nostalgia down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Rob grabs the long locks of Nostalgia, dragging him to his feet, as he yells at Nostalgia, “THIS IS FOR TAKING MY TITLE!”. Rob Garcia brings Nostalgia over to the cage, then proceeds to slam Nostalgia’s head into the cage repeatedly. After smashing Nostalgia’s head into the cage ten times, he aggressively pulls Nostalgia back. Rob garcia uses his brute strength to do what not many can, and lifts the dazed Nostalgia up and onto his shoulder. Rob Garcia charges and connects with a Snake Eyes, throwing Nostalgia head first into the cage. Nostalgia drops to the mat, a small laceration now visibly bleeding slightly. As Nostalgia drops, Rob Garcia pounces on him, grabbing the back of his head, then unloading a series of hard rights to the laceration. Rob turns to Jeff and yells “NOW.” Jeff Noon scurries over to where the Undefeated Title sits during the match. He grabs the title, and pauses for a second looking over at Rob and the downed Nostalgia. “Go!Go!Go!” Rob yells and points to the ramp. This gives Nostalgia enough time to recover. He lunges to his feet, seemingly in one motion taking Garcia down with a lariat from behind. Jeff Noon starts running to the ramp. Nostalgia hurries over to the door, the refs open it. Nostalgia gets to the steps as Noon gets to the same point. Nostalgia then delivers a Big Boot from the steps to the face of Noon. Noon flops down in such a way the Undefeated Title flies in the air. Nostalgia catches it, turns, and heads back into the cage, slamming the door behind him.

Carter: What is Nostalgia doing? He could have won the match right there and then?

Aiello: Well Max, Nostalgia was uncharacteristically aggressive in his promo before this match. He is out to hurt Rob, a win just won’t satisfy him it seems.

Bennett: God I can’t wait to rub that in his face after Rob Garcia beats him.

Nostalgia turns, waiting for Rob Garcia to get to his feet. As he does, Nostalgia charges, he goes to smash the Undefeated Title into the head of Rob Garcia, but Rob ducks it. Nostalgia turns back to Rob, as Rob steps into Nostalgia, wraps his arms around him, then slams Nostalgia hard to the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Rob Garcia storms to his feet, sprinting to the corner. He climbs to the top turnbuckle. He looks up, as if debating whether to try to climb the cage to escape. But he thinks better of it, turns, and sets himself, he leaps, and comes down with a Top Rope Leg Drop.

Bennett: BITCH PLEASE! PUT THAT BLONDE BITCH OUT OF ACTION ROB! YOU CAN DO IT! DO IT!

Rob Garcia connects with the Top Rope Leg Drop, but he is in a bit of pain from the impact as well. It takes him roughly 20 seconds to steady himself on his feet. He looks and sees the now crimson mask wearing Nostalgia barely moving. He quickly grabs the cage and starts climbing. The fans erupt with jeers and boos. As Rob gets a few steps up, Nostalgia begins to stir. Rob gets halfway up the cage, Nostalgia rolls over to see Rob a short length from victory, he storms to his feet. He sprints and hops right on the top turnbuckle closest to Rob. He leaps onto the cage, a leg extension away from Garcia, yet a little lower. He tries to grab Rob’s leg, but Rob shakes it off.

Carter: Hardcore Parkour. Nostalgia’s history of tree climbing and wall scaling sure helped him close that gap.

Aiello: But there is still a gap, Rob Garcia is almost to the top.

Nostalgia fully extends as Rob Garcia gets to the top of the cage. Nostalgia just barely grabs the ankle of Rob Garcia. He scales the cage until they both have their legs split on each side of the cage. Rob Garcia and Nostalgia begin unloading hard rights into each other. But Rob blocks Nostalgia’s last attempt, countering with a headbutt.Then another. Nostalgia is tettering, Rob Garcia grabs the head of Nostalgia, setting him up for a suplex. Rob manages to sort of stand, and he swings his momentum back inside the cage…

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

Aiello: A MICHINOKU DRIVER FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

Carter: These two are giving everything for this match. And the crowd is loving it.

Bennett: Until Rob garcia is announced as the winner. Then they will be crying like the loser Nostalgia they support.

Jeff Noon is now back to his feet. He is banging on the cage, trying to motivate Rob Garcia to get to his feet. He decides to take more decisive action, he knocks a referee down and out of the way, again opening to the door, this time climbing into the ring. He runs, well more like waddles, over to Rob Garcia, he helps Rob get to his feet, then walks him over to the door.

Carter: NO! Not Like This! Nostalgia’s career can’t end like this!

As Steve Bennett gets to his feet, doing his best 3rd base coach impression cheering Jeff Noon and Rob Garcia on. They get to the door, the ref’s reluctantly open it. There is a commotion in the crowd as they get to the first step. Suddenly, a figure hops over the barricade. Dominic Sanders stands before Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon with the cast-iron brand he used on David Miller at Stranglemania. Sanders jabs toward the duo, causing them to take a step back. He takes a step closer, again another jab, forcing the duo back into the cage...With a now standing, and angry Nostalgia ready to continue the fight. Nostalgia nods to Sanders, Sanders tips his imaginary hat. The duo turn, to be taken down by a Double Clothesline from Nostalgia. Nostalgia looks at Rob, then Jeff, then back to Rob. Nostalgia reaches down, grabbing Jeff Noon by the hair, dragging him to his feet. A sinister smile plastered on his face, he yells something at Jeff Noon then points to the cage. He starts charging to the cage, and slams Jeff Noon head first into the cage. The force is such that Noon bounces off, staggers a few steps, then drops. His vengeance still not satiated, he goes to grab Jeff again, completing ignoring his real opponent, Rob Garcia comes from behind and connects with a Low Blow. Noon escapes out the cage, but forgot Sanders was standing there with his Iron-Cast Brand. Sanders whistles to get Noon’s attention,then does the double eyebrow raise while pointing at the Brand. Noon turns and books it through the crowd, with Sanders right on his heels.

Bennett: SECURITY! SECURITY! THEY NEED TO STOP DOMINIC SANDERS! JEFF NOON IS ONLY A MANAGER! THAT’S NOT FAIR!

Carter: So Noon can try to help Rob Garcia cheat to win, but can’t face the consequences. Yeah that makes sense.

Meanwhile in the ring, Rob Garcia sizes up Nostalgia, now trying to get to his feet. As Nostalgia is about to turn, Rob charges, he goes for Lights Out for Harambe!, but Nostalgia evades the impact at the last second. Rob turns into a boot to the gut from Nostalgia. Nostalgia quickly grab Rob and goes for a Snap Suplex, but Rob blocks it, then counters with a Snap Suplex of his own. Rob sprints across the ring, bounces off the ropes toward Nostalgia, then connects with Just to crazy out of control and extreme for anyone else to do. Rob heads back to the corner, climbing to the Top Rope, looking to execute another Bitch Please. But his energy levels are depleted from the fight, so it takes him a little longer than usual. This gives Nostalgia the chance to intercede. Nostalgia rushes to the corner, connecting with a few hard rights to the head. Nostalgia climbs the bottom turnbuckle, he goes to hook Rob Garcia for a Suplex, but Rob counters with a headbutt, staggering Nostalgia. Rob quickly grabs the head of Nostalgia, and brings him hard to the mat with a Tornado DDT, leaving both men laid out and exhausted once again.

Carter: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am getting word there was an attack backstage just a few minutes ago.

The screen switches to a shaky handcam backstage where the unconscious body of Dominic Sanders is lying in an awkward heap amidst the debris of broken catering tables, upturned equipment cases and the bent rods of stage lighting. Staff, security and other members of the Rampage roster are gathering around him, calling for medics, but the target of Sanders' pursuit - Jeff Noon - is nowhere to be seen. EMTs are seen entering the scene before the camera switches back to the brutal match still warring inside the cage. Nostalgia is still out on the mat, and Garcia has somehow managed to get to his feet. Rob begins to ascend the cage again. As he gets halfway up, he is caught off-guard by Jeff Noon cheering him on.



This brief pause seems enough of a reprieve to give Nostalgia another burst of energy as the big man struggles to his hands and knees. Garcia spots this and, sensing the possibility of escaping is narrowing, scrambles to the top of the cage and stands precariously over the ring as Nostalgia rises to one knee. Jeff is howling for his client to climb down before it's too late as Garcia looks from him to his stirring opponent. He seems to make his mind up and, knees bent, sets himself to attack.

Aiello: No! What the hell is Garcia thinking? He had this match won if he'd just climb down! Is he really so hard-set on destroying Nostalgia utterly that he'll risk his victory and his personal safety to do it?

Bennett: He's going to show everyone why he's the real Giant Slayer, that's why! Nostalgia has it coming... send him home in a stretcher!

Garcia waits until Nostalgia is back to his feet and teetering groggily - and then he leaps, twisting his body for a Shooting Star Press! The capacity crowd holds it's breath as time seems to slow down, Nostalgia looking up at his diving opponents... and manages to tumble sluggishly out of the way just in time! Garcia has a split-second to realise he's going to miss and try to make it so he lands cleanly before hitting the mat with a sickening THUD, bouncing once and then landing in a motionless heap.

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

Carter: Holy shit indeed! Garcia may have well killed himself with that high-risk, no-reward move!

Bennett: No! No! Not like this! Get up Garcia, you have to win this! Get up!!

Nostalgia, more on fumes and instinct than anything else, drops to his knees and rolls Rob over to go for a pin. The referee slides to the mat and goes for the count...!

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DING DING DING!!!

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and still Undefeated Champion and EWC employee - NOSTALGIAAAA!!

The ringside staff manage to snatch the Undefeated Championship title from the slack-jawed Jeff Noon and hand it through the cage door to the referee, who then approached the still teetering Nostalgia who takes it with a forced smile and leaden arms. He struggles to hold it above his head and is about to let out a triumphant cry - went the lights go out!

Carter: Not again! Is Nostalgia going to disappear as suddenly as he appeared?

Bennett: Would be just like him, vanishing like the big coward he is!

Moments later, the lights flash back up to reveal Garcia still on the floor, with Nostalgia still standing over him with a confused and curious look on his exhausted and blood-soaked face. Behind Nostalgia though, his steely gaze locked firmly on the back of the unwary giant, is an equally hulking man the EWC Universe haven't seen in almost a month... a man who makes the crowds positively erupt into excited cheers!!

Aiello: No... it can't be...!

Carter: It is! It's Captain Morgan Darkwater!!

Bennett: What the hell is he doing here?! First he runs away from Brawl for weeks on end, now he turns up out of nowhere to butt in on this main event?

Indeed, it is none other than the EWC International Champion Captain Morgan Darkwater! He's stood behind Nostalgia, squared-up and waiting for the Prophet of Pain to turn around. When Notalgia finally does turn, his tired expression turns to one of wide-eyed surprise and delight at the sight of one of his friends returning so unexpectedly. He smirks and shifts the Undefeated title over his left shoulder as he extends his right hand for the Captain to shake. Morgan regards the hand warily.

Carter: Uh... Nostalgia...? I don't think Morgan appeared so drastically just to help you celebrate your win...

His face set in a grim, rueful expression, Morgan takes Nostalgia's hand, but instead of shaking it uses it to pull Nostalgia closer to land a heavy boot to the exhausted man's gut! The crowds are screaming in shock and dismay as the Undefeated title falls from Nostalgia as the giant doubles-over, winded and in agony. Morgan doesn't hesitate to set upon him, driving both elbows heavily into the man's opponent and sending Nostalgia crumpling to the mat, where the Captain proceeds to rain down a series of stomps.

Aiello: What? What the hell?! What's going on, why is Morgan doing this?!

Bennett: Who the hell cares? He's giving that lowlife Nostalgia the thrashing he deserves - welcome back to EWC, Captain!

A dozen or so stomps later, Morgan takes a step back, eyes narrowed as his gaze switches from the writhing Nostalgia to the still motionless Rob Garcia. Stepping over the giant blond, he stalks over to Garcia and stoops down to grab the man by his armpits.

Carter: No, now h's going after Garcia? Hasn't he done enough damage? What's his goal here?

Morgan gets Garcia to his feet and steadies him, the crowd still going wild as they sense another senseless attack is coming. Rob shakes the cobwebs and looks up to see Morgan... and smiles! He then looks behind the Captain at the laid-out Nostalgia and shots something to Morgan that's drowned out by the roars of the fans. Morgan hears him however, cocking his head, eyes narrowed as he shouts something back as he takes a step back. Garcia shakes his head and points at Nostalgia, yelling wildly. Morgan takes a deep breath, fists balled as he looms over Garcia... then turns back to Nostalgia.

Aiello: Will someone please tell me what the f--- is going on?! Is the Captain actually taking orders from the RemNant of all people?!

Bennett: This night just gets better and better!

The Captain approaches Nostalgia slowly, stoops down and grabs the man by his blood-slicked hair, pulling him roughly to his feet, holding him there for a moment as the Undefeated champion stirs slightly, seems to mouth the word "Why...?" Morgan lowers his head regretfully, mutters something the mics don't pick up... then lays into Nostalgia with a machine-gun flurry of precise and punishing body blows that stagger Nostalgia back to the ropes, leaving him stunned and slumped against the cage wall, struggling to remain standing. Morgan takes a few steps back, as if to take in the punishment and heinous act he's committed... then launches himself forward to connect with Nostalgia with a sickening spear that hits like a juggernaut and sends both men breaking through the cage wall out onto ringside, Nostalgia's head connecting with the edge of the announcer's table on the way down!

HOLY SHIT!!

HOLY SHIT!!

HOLY SHIT!!

Aiello: The commentary table just moved several inches from that sickening blow!

Carter: I... I can't believe what we just saw...!

Bennett: I can... I'm liking this new Captain Darkwater!

For a while, neither man stirs. Then Morgan manages to push himself off Nostagia and clambers off the bent and twisted chainlink cage wall and back over to Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon, who are waiting for him at the foot of the ramp with sickening grins pasted on their faces.

Morgan rounds on him, looming over the smaller man. Unfazed and not threatened in the slightest, Rob instead flashes the biggest, smarmiest smile and thrusts his hand out for Morgan to shake. The Captain glowers down at it with a dark sneer, then bats it stiffly aside as he seems to mutter something under his breath that just seems to make Garcia laugh as Jeff Noon approaches the pair of them, handing Garcia the Undefeated Championship and both Tag Team titles. Rob slings the Undefeated title over one shoulder, one of the tag belts over the other. Garcia then turns to Morgan smugly... and presents him with the other Tag Team title belt!

Aiello: No... no!!

Carter: Is this what it's all been about?

Bennett: OH YES!! It looks like Garcia's mystery partner has been revealed! I am loving this!

Morgan glowers down at him and then to the belt and back to Rob who clearly tells him to take it. Morgan reaches out, hesitates, his expression torn as the fans around him are screaming "NO!" Finally, he seems to come to an uneasy decision and snatches the belt from Garcia's fingers, slinging it over his shoulder, his eyes now narrowed on Garcia. Again unfazed, Rob throws his arms wide, stepping forward to give Morgan a brotherly hug which the Captain stops with a firm hand to his chest, pushing him away as he yells further heated words at Rob, who mere smiles and nods. Visibly seething, Morgan barges past him and Noon and stalks up the ramp as Garcia and Noon hug each other and celebrate their wild success as the fans shower them with boos and cries of dismay.

Carter: What... I can't believe this! Rob Garcia's mystery tag partner has finally been revealed, and it's none other than Captain Morgan Darkwater! I don't know what to say...

Aiello: I do, it's a goddamn disgrace, a travesty! How could the Captain do this... to Nostalgia... to the EWC fans who've had his back since Day One?! I knew being a champion means everything to Morgan, but I never thought he'd stoop this low to gain another title!

Carter: I... I don't think we're seeing the full story here... I've never seen the Captain look so conflicted as he has this night...

Bennett: Ah, use any excuse you like - you just can't admit Morgan has finally embraced his cowardly side to get the gold the easy way. A genius move by Garcia!

Garcia and Noon are still celebrating, seemingly oblivious of the fans overwhelming hatred, as they approach the cage wall to laugh and goad Nostalgia's fallen form.

Aiello: I... I guess this is how a great night of EWC action ends for Nostalgia, betrayed by a close friend and humiliated by Rob Garcia. From all of us on the Brawl commentary team, this has been an emotional and unbelievable ending to Friday Night Rampage. Thank you all for tuning in, and have a good night.

Carter: ...shit.

Fade to Credits!

[FN'R]

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END CREDITS

MATCH WRITERS

Michael Saint
Grizzly Duggan
Nostalgia
Morgan Darkwater
Dominic Sanders
Xavier Reid

SEGMENTS

MIKE MCGUIRE
BISHOP CHURCH
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
ACE KING

OPENER
CHRISTOPHER CHAMBERS VS MALICE
WINNER: MALICE

MATCH 2
TRINITY VS NSFW
WINNER: TRINITY

MATCH 3
JAI SAVAGE VS NICK MILLER VS DRACO LAZARUS
WINNER: DRACO LAZARUS

MATCH 4
KENDRICK KROSS VS GRIZZLY DUGGAN
WINNER:KENDRICK KROSS

MATCH 5
NATALIE YOUNG VS LAVENDER
WINNER:LAVENDER

MATCH 6
ACE KING VS DOMINIC SANDERS
WINNER:ACE KING

MAIN EVENT
ROB GARCIA VS NOSTALGIA
WINNER: NOSTALGIA

© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2018