Post by FN'R on Sept 7, 2018 22:02:48 GMT -6
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
Fridays at 11:00 PM CST (ESPN, Spike, SkySports)
Brought to you by Under Armour, Sony and Dr Pepper
Brought to you by Under Armour, Sony and Dr Pepper
EPISODE 439
SEPTEMBER 7TH 2018
SEPTEMBER 7TH 2018
LIVE! From THE SAP CENTER IN SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA
EWC RAMPAGE
9/7/2018
Live From SAP ARENA
Commentators: El Chupacabra & Jesse Payne
Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui
Head Ref: John Dean
Backstage Help: Ace Heart
Soldiers by Otherwise 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 Lavender and Nostalgia, Maggie Lockheart and United States Champion Ace King, before ending with the EWC Tag Team Champions MUCHGO GRANDE! and the former 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 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.
MUCHO GRANDE!
ACE IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL!
LOVE ME GEORGIE!
RAMPAGE OVER BRAWL!!!
MUCHO GRANDE!
ACE IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL!
LOVE ME GEORGIE!
RAMPAGE OVER BRAWL!!!
FNR
FNR
FNR
El Chupacabra: Hello Ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another exciting edition of Friday Night Rampage! We have a great event planned for you tonight as we deal with Night of Champion's fallout AND the road to the Rumble in the Bronx.FNR
FNR
Jesse Payne: In our opening bout, Baelfire takes on Lee Mulligan, could be a breakout moment for either man.
El Chupacabra: And after that, one half of our new Tag Champ Grizzly Duggan takes on Annabelle in a x-division match!
Jesse Payne: Plus we have match three of the mustache gauntlet tonight! And a Dreamweaver open challenge!
El Chupacabra: And then a massive fatal four way, featuring Billy Mitchell, Legion, Shelley Silver, and Transolces! All this leading to the in-ring debut of Sebastian Connor as he takes on the one and only, United States Champ himself, Ace King in a non-title match. All this and more, but first a word about EWC TV
WHAT IS EWCTV?
All 9 live EWC pay-per-view events - including StrangleMania, Night Of Champions, Rumble in the Bronx and WrestleFest.
All day scheduled and live programming - Plus, hours and hours of on-demand content & never before seen behind-the-scenes footage!
Groundbreaking original series - See new episodes of BRAWL, RAMPAGE, FSW, NJFC, HCW and more
Live in-ring action, reality shows and documentaries -
HOW TO ORDER
Call your local TV Provider to subscribe. $7.95/month * Taxes extra.
WATCH ONLINE
If you are subscribed to EWC Network through your TV Provider you can now enjoy EWC Network on your PC, laptop, PS3, PS4, or tablet.
EWCTV for only $7.95 USD per month
Along with being an EWCTV Subscriber, you get all Pay-Per-View events included at no extra charge, 10% off any and all EWC Merchandise from the EWC Store, 15% off all tickets to LIVE EWC Shows, and a free EWC Yearly Wall Calendar signed by the entire active EWC Roster
As an added bonus for all those currently subscribed including any new subscriptions prior to midnight September 30TH, 2018, you will get a FREE copy of the Night of Champions XV DVD and Blu-Ray combo when it's released later this year, which also comes with a free T-Shirt and Replica EWC Championship belt of our choice.
The SAP Center springs to life as the opening riffs to ‘Ace of Spades’ plays, the majority of the Rampage crowd cheering as the drums kick in.
El Chupacabra: Well, this is certainly a man whose mind I want no part of right now.
Jesse Payne: Yeah, you’d probably choke on the brains.
El Chupacabra: We’re 11 days removed from Night of Champions now, and the world is still buzzing about Candy emerging triumphant in the hellacious Insanity Cage Match. Of course, the final person to go through a burning table was none other than the United States Champion.
Jesse Payne: He’s the Golden Vacuum, Chupe; he sucks hard when it matters most.
El Chupacabra: I don’t know if I’d say he sucks, but it’s hard to ignore what Ace King has been on the wrong side of, and that’s before considering the emotional toll it has to be taking.
The crowd continues to chant as Ace finally makes his way out, the United States Championship draped over his shoulder. He walks very slowly on the stage before stopping and looking back toward the gorilla position.
Ace King: Guys, if you could be so kind… Thank you.
Within seconds, ‘Ace of Spades’ fades out and the arena goes dark, save for a spotlight shining on Ace, who slowly sits down Indian-style, his eyes slowly scanning the crowd before letting his head hang limp. He tries to start talking, but a boisterous ‘ACE! ACE! ACE!’ chant reverberates through the building; he briefly looks up to acknowledge it with a soft-spoken response.
Ace King: You’re too kind… Really…
Still, the chant persists, though Ace’s head remains low enough to cast a noticeable shadow in the spotlight as he raises the microphone to his mouth.
Ace King: In Indianapolis, I swam with… Well… I swam with Sharks…
The crowd applauds the statement vigorously; some try to start a ‘Go Sharks Go!’ chant, though it gets drowned out in a sea of chants for the other Night of Champions participants. Ace’s head still remains low, the United States Championship gleaming in the light.
Ace King: It was a war of attrition that will be remembered for years to come… But it’s one I’d much sooner forget.
The United States Champion looks skyward as a majority of the San Jose crowd starts chanting his name again, the frustration still evident on his face almost two weeks later.
Ace King: I won’t take anything away from Candy; she threw every ounce of herself into that match, and I know she’ll be a great Undisputed Champion…
Ace pauses for a moment, looking out into the darkness as a loud ‘WEEEEEEE WANT CANDY!’ chant breaks out for the newly-minted Undisputed Champion. The chant eventually subsides, and Ace raises the microphone to his mouth again.
Ace King: I also won’t bore you with the details, because it’s just rinse and repeat for Ace King in Undisputed Championship matches, isn’t it? That’s four times I’ve been down this road in a calendar year now, and even though I’ve proudly carried the United States Championship for 313 days, I guarantee you there’s a large contingent in the back who are happy I got taken down a peg, again.
There’s a confused buzz in the crowd, though a decent portion of the crowd still applauds politely as Ace adjusts the United States Championship on his shoulder.
Ace King: I mean, some of it’s probably warranted... And honestly, I don’t know how you all keep supporting me every time I fail in this situation…
Jesse Payne: Jesus Christ, somebody check his wrists…
El Chupacabra: The man’s been through a lot, so I can’t say I blame him for feeling as he does.
Another chant breaks out for the United States Champion, though it’s far more sympathetic in tone than passionate; he bows his head for a moment, bringing the microphone to his mouth in that time.
Ace King: I’ll freely admit I don’t show my appreciation enough, so… thank you, sincerely, because you help us be who we are every time we hit the ring.
As he acknowledges the crowd, they respond in kind with a warm round of applause; it appears to genuinely touch the United States Champion, as he simply nods along with them before taking a deep breath and regaining his senses.
Ace King: Of course, for the incredible lives we get to lead in front of our adoring audience, there are still certain realities in play. For one, the realization that, with yet another loss, I deserve to be at the back of the line for Undisputed Championship consideration.
Jesse Payne: Wow, what a Debbie Downer...
The crowd isn’t quite sure what to make of Ace’s revelation, though a decent number are still supporting him.
Ace King: Back of the line? That’s fine… Fitting, in a way, because as much as people want to tell you different, I’ve fought for everything I’ve gotten… So, why not go for it one more time?
The crowd starts to perk up a bit at the question; Ace’s expression remains level, though he’s got a devilish glint in his eye.
Ace King: See, there’s big thing coming up in Manhattan, and… You might say I have a good history with it.
‘The Gambler’ buries his tongue in his bottom lip, taking a moment to absorb the crowd’s growing fervour with a nod.
Ace King: So yes, this is me saying I’m going to fight tooth and nail, throwing caution to the wind as I try to accomplish something that’s been deemed almost impossible… Repeat as the winner of the Rumble in the Bronx, and punching my ticket to Wrestlefest for one more shot at the Undisputed Championship.
The crowd immediately roars at the declaration, a slightly more forceful ‘ACE! ACE! ACE!’ chant echoing through the SAP Center.
Ace King: Oh, but I don’t just want to repeat, no no… This time, I want to be there from start to finish.
El Chupacabra: Wait, is he saying…
The crowd starts to buzz as Ace looks around, staring out at the crowd from the spotlight with a faint smile on his face.
Ace King: I mean, I’m The Gambler, right? What bigger risk could I take than going into the Rumble at number 1?
The cheering reaches a fever pitch at that declaration; Ace’s eyes are burning now, though the rest of his body still appears relaxed.
Ace King: Now, I know as well as anybody that nothing is handed out in EWC. However, if I get the good fortune of entering first… It won’t matter who’s thrown at me. It could be nine competitors or 39, and it won’t change my approach: Take no prisoners, leave nothing to chance, and do absolutely whatever it takes to prove BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT that I’m still a force to be reckoned with.
With that, the crowd roars as ‘Ace of Spades’ revs up again, and Ace casually sets the microphone on the stage before getting to his feet, disappearing from the spotlight as he heads backstage.
El Chupacabra: What a statement from Ace King, entering the rumble at #1!
Jesse Payne: What a show off.
ANNABELLE
VS
GRIZZLY DUGGAN
VS
GRIZZLY DUGGAN
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.
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.
Emmanuelle Chriqui: And her opponent, standing at 6'8", 385 pounds. Grizzly Duggan!
"Walk" sounds off as Grizzly Duggan walks up the ramp and enters the ring.
El Chupacabra: What a match this should be folks.
The ref calls for the bell as AC walks off towards the back...
DING DING DING
…and this X Division Rules Match is underway! The two go to the center of the ring and Duggan calls for a lock up and Annabelle acts like she is going to go in for one, but instead dips down going around Duggan. Annabelle quickly rolls out of the ring and goes under it before emerging from under it with a kendo stick. Annabelle gets back into the ring and charges at Duggan who dodges out of the way. Annabelle turns around and Duggan goes to nail a big boot, but Annabelle is able to dodge the shot. Annabelle is behind Duggan and hits him in the leg with the kendo stick.
A shot to Duggan's back. A shot to the side as he turns around. A shot to the knee when he faces forward. Annabelle goes to hit Duggan in the gut, but Duggan is able to grab the stick as Annabelle swings it. Duggan shakes his head and yanks the kendo stick from the hands of Annabelle. Duggan snaps the kendo stick over his leg to the shock of Annabelle. Duggan goes for a clothesline on Annabelle who is able to dodge out of the way. Annabelle with a few quick kicks to the legs of Duggan before attempting a basement dropkick, but Duggan is able to leap over Annabelle. Annabelle upa nd Duggan scoops her up and runs to the ropes to slam her to the outside, but Annabelle is able to fight her way out of it. Annabelle rolls out of the ring and again goes under looking for a weapon.
Jesse Payne: Annabelle needs to keep the fuck away from the big man. She needs to use that speed advantage, because she can't match Duggan shot for shot and if she tries she will get absolutely destroyed if she does. I mean the man she is in that ring with tonight is nearly three times her size.
El Chupacabra: Annabelle is lucky that this match is an X Division Rules contest, because she will have to use any and every sort of weapon she can find to put the big man down. The thing is that this is the sort of environment that Annabelle thrives in. She loves the hardcore ultraviolent shit that this division gives her. It is a sense of violent freedom you do not get in a regular match. She has not been doing her best as of late, but that is something that can change on a dime for her in this sort of environment as well. Now this can be a great way for Duggan to get a win as well, because the guy is practically a walking talking living weapon anyway, but put a weapon in his hand and he will be the most dangerous person in the entire Extreme Wrestling Corporation.
Annabelle comes from under the ring tossing a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire as well as another kendo stick into the ring before rolling in herself. Annabelle goes to grab the kendo stick, but Duggan steps on it not letting her. Duggan scoops up Annabelle and slams her down to the mat. Duggan off the ropes and comes back with running senton splash into a cover
1!
2!!
kickout by Annabelle!
Duggan goes to pick up Annabelle and she uppercuts him between the legs! Annabelle gets to her feet and hits the ropes. Duggan gets to his knees and Annabelle connects with a bicycle superkick! Cover!
1!
2!!
Kickout by Grizzly Duggan sending Annabelle up in the air and about a foot away from him!
Duggan starts to get up, but Annabelle kicks him in the face. Annabelle takes a pad off a turnbuckle as Duggan gets up. Annabelle walks over to Duggan who right away scoops her up. Duggan runs at the exposed turnbuckle looking to hit a snake eyes, but Annabelle fights out shoving Duggan into the exposed steel instead! Annabelle rolls up Duggan!
1!
2!!
kickout by Grizzly Duggan!
Both up and Duggan hits a big boot sending Annabelle down hard! Duggan goes to the time keepers area and takes a chair away from Emmanuelle Chriqui! Duggan gets back into the ring and when Annabelle is up Duggan nails her in the head with the chair busting her open!
1!
2!!
kickout by Annabelle!
Both up and Duggan goes to grab Annabelle who is close enough to grab the barbed wire bat and hit Duggan in the gut with it. Duggan goes down and Annabelle starts to rake the bat back and forth across the face of Duggan busting him open as well!
Jesse Payne: Both competitors bloody and battered.
El Chupacabra: Pun clearly intended, but we now have a very pissed off Annabelle on the damn warpath in that ring.
Annabelle covers Duggan
1!
2!!
kickout by Grizzly Duggan!
Annabelle grabs the chair from earlier and starts to bring it down on the body of Duggan repeatedly doing so a half a dozen times before covering again
1!
2!!
kickout again by Duggan!
Annabelle is clearly starting to get pissed looking at the ref in anger over what she assumes was not a good enough count. Annabelle grabs the chair again and Duggan gets up Duggan swings, but gets a Blood Mist! Duggan to a knee and Annabelle climbs to the top rope. Duggan all the way up and Annabelle comes off the top with a flying chair shot, but Duggan punches the chair into her face in mid air! Duggan opens the chair up before scooping up Annabelle and delivering a Running Powerslam onto the open chair!
1!
2!!
3!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner by Pin-Fall Grizzly Duggan!
Jesse Payne: Grizz with a hard fought win.
El Chupacabra: Give props to Annabelle the lady took some hellacious punishment tonight.
Duggan rolls out of the ring, and heads to the back while the ref checks on Annabelle. Cut to...
As Rampage returns from the commercial break, cameras switch to the backstage areas of the SAP Center. People can be seen rushing from one task to the next, but one individual - literally- stands head and shoulders above the rest. Billy Mitchell threads his way through the crowd, earning a decent pop from the fans out in the arena. With football season just over the horizon, the California native proudly wears the silver and black of the sports infamous outlaws, the Oakland Raiders. Given the sudden influx of hissing jeers from the seats, there must have been a few 49er loyals in attendance. As he turns down the hall leading to the locker rooms, a voice calls out from behind and causes him to stop.
Voice: Mr. Mitchell! A moment, please!
Wheeling, the big man spots one of the young interns trying to catch up, quietly excusing himself each time he has to push past a roadie or make-up artist. Feeling a bit of pity, Mitchell closes half the distance himself in a couple strides. Albeit without the trouble of parting the crowd, which did so itself.
The intern took a second to catch his breath.
Intern: Thank you. Appreciate the help.
If he was trying to hide the hint of jealousy in his voice, it wasn’t working. Still, Mitchell took it in good humor, cracking a lopsided smile and shrugging it off.
Mitchell: What’s goin’ on, little man?
Narrowing his eyes at the jab back, the kid straightened and held out a manila envelope.
Intern: Security sent me to find you. Someone left this with their office yesterday. Said to make sure you got it first thing. We tried reaching out but your, uh--
He cleared his throat, as if the next few words were still tough to swallow.
Intern: Your voicemail hasn’t been set up. New phone?
The question came with an obvious tone of uncertainty.
One that Mitchell both crushed and confirmed in a single word as he took the envelope.
Mitchell: Nope.
The intern didn’t say a word. Just gave a knowing nod and slowly turned to try and fight his way back through the chaos of the corridors. Lifting his eyes just a hitch, Mitchell’s smile turned to a grin as he watched him go. Turning his attention back to the envelope, he unsealed the flap and dug two fingers inside - pulling out a standard sized black and white photo. Immediately he dropped it, as if the faded picture were a damned copperhead. Biting back more than a few sinful words, he took a quick look around to see if anyone was watching. No one seemed to note or care about his reaction. Stooping down, he snatched the photo and jammed it back in the envelope just as another person noticed him.
Ace: Billy! Hey, Billy!
Though off screen, the Voice of EWC was unmistakable to the viewing world. Mitchell gave a sweeping gaze over the crowd, trying to tell where the man was coming from, before simply turning and striding down the locker room hall just as Ace came into view - microphone in hand and mustache groomed.
Ace: The hell? Where’d he go?
Cameras zoomed in past Heart, trying to keep a bead on Mitchell as he disappeared down the corridor.
Voice: Mr. Mitchell! A moment, please!
Wheeling, the big man spots one of the young interns trying to catch up, quietly excusing himself each time he has to push past a roadie or make-up artist. Feeling a bit of pity, Mitchell closes half the distance himself in a couple strides. Albeit without the trouble of parting the crowd, which did so itself.
The intern took a second to catch his breath.
Intern: Thank you. Appreciate the help.
If he was trying to hide the hint of jealousy in his voice, it wasn’t working. Still, Mitchell took it in good humor, cracking a lopsided smile and shrugging it off.
Mitchell: What’s goin’ on, little man?
Narrowing his eyes at the jab back, the kid straightened and held out a manila envelope.
Intern: Security sent me to find you. Someone left this with their office yesterday. Said to make sure you got it first thing. We tried reaching out but your, uh--
He cleared his throat, as if the next few words were still tough to swallow.
Intern: Your voicemail hasn’t been set up. New phone?
The question came with an obvious tone of uncertainty.
One that Mitchell both crushed and confirmed in a single word as he took the envelope.
Mitchell: Nope.
The intern didn’t say a word. Just gave a knowing nod and slowly turned to try and fight his way back through the chaos of the corridors. Lifting his eyes just a hitch, Mitchell’s smile turned to a grin as he watched him go. Turning his attention back to the envelope, he unsealed the flap and dug two fingers inside - pulling out a standard sized black and white photo. Immediately he dropped it, as if the faded picture were a damned copperhead. Biting back more than a few sinful words, he took a quick look around to see if anyone was watching. No one seemed to note or care about his reaction. Stooping down, he snatched the photo and jammed it back in the envelope just as another person noticed him.
Ace: Billy! Hey, Billy!
Though off screen, the Voice of EWC was unmistakable to the viewing world. Mitchell gave a sweeping gaze over the crowd, trying to tell where the man was coming from, before simply turning and striding down the locker room hall just as Ace came into view - microphone in hand and mustache groomed.
Ace: The hell? Where’d he go?
Cameras zoomed in past Heart, trying to keep a bead on Mitchell as he disappeared down the corridor.
VS
KYLE GAUTIER
Chriqui: The following match is set for one fall and is the third match of the Mustache Gauntlet….
“Life’s Been Good” by Joe Walsh starts playing and Maurice Yensman steps out from the back. He stands at the top of the ramp and dramatically lights a fresh cigarette. He takes a long drag and blows it out slowly as he makes his way to the ring, keeping the cigarette between his lip.
Chriqui: Coming down the aisle…from New York City….weighing in at 219 pounds…MAURICE YENSMAN!
He looks at the crowd cockily and takes a small puff from his cig, blowing the smoke in the fan’s face. He laughs at the fan as he reaches up to stroke his mustache. He drops the cigarette to the ground, stamping it out all the while laughing at the angry fan. He turns toward the ring, still amused, and approaches the apron.
Payne: Maurice Yensman endearing himself to the Rampage fans tonight.
El Chupacabra: I can’t say that he will be welcomed back with open arms here on Friday nights.
He slowly slides under the bottom rope and rolls to the middle of the ring and up to his feet. He unbuttons his long-sleeve shirt and tosses it into the corner under the turn buckle as his music begins to fade.
Chriqui: And his opponent…
The lights start to dim as a lone spotlight shines on the top of the ramp. The sound of a choir vocalizing starts low but rises to a fever pitch. Once they all decide of a fully crescendo’d note, they belt out YOU CAN’T BRING ME DOWN! “The Man” by the Killers begin as Kyle Gautier is discovered at the top of the ramp. He smirks and holds up both of his index fingers to imply the current score.
Chriqui: From Mobile, Alabama…he is undefeated on Rampage…KYLE GAUTIER!
Kyle brings his index fingers to his upper lip for a synchronized mustache stroke. He heads down the ramp and slaps five with a few fans. A few of them have the inside of their fingers Sharpie’d and they hold it up under their noses. A fan gets a quick selfie with Kyle and he thanks them for their support.
El Chupacabra: Weird. I though this kid’s last name was Guitar.
Payne: Gautier, Guitar, or Guarnier, he definitely has the support of our Friday Night Faithful.
Kyle turns to the ring and hops upon the apron. He points his appreciation to the crowd and steps into the ring. Maurice feints to get in his face but the ref gets between them.
Payne: A little bit of jaw jacking to get started here.
El Chupacabra: These two have put each other through hell and they’re not even at the halfway point!
Kyle starts to point at Maurice and say something to the ref. The ref shrugs and asks Maurice something. Maurice adamantly denies it but Kyle makes an upside down Peace sign and points toward Maurice’s waist.
El Chupacabra: Kyle seems to be asking the ref to check Yensman for weapons because it looks like Maurice has a second….
Payne: Kyle has cause to question this because Yensman carried a lead pipe there on Monday.
The ref goes to pat down Maurice but he is adamant about not being searched. Kyle smirks and shrugs. Maurice turns around and tries to nonchalantly remove the lead pipe he tried smuggling into the match. He hands it over to the ref, who reacts as if he was handed a snake. He tries kicking it out of the ring by a toe as Maurice and Kyle start to trade words back and forth, foreheads butting to establish supremacy.
DING DING DING
Kyle shoves Maurice, who shoves him back. Kyle pushes harder, causing Maurice to throw an open handed smack. Kyle ducks to make Yensman to whiff and Kyle connects with his own smack.
Payne: Gautier looking to smack the taste out of his mouth!
El Chupacabra: I’m surprised Maurice even has a mustache anymore!
Maurice rolls out of the ring to collect himself. Kyle goes to the ropes and goes to launch himself over the top. Maurice sees his attempt and moves out of the way. He taps his temple as Kyle only hops over to the other side, landing on the apron. He waits for the smart Maurice to realize he isn’t on the ground next to him and turn around. When he does, Kyle strikes him in the face hard again, echoing throughout the arena.
Kyle hops down and rolls Maurice back into the ring. He follows and they tie up. Kyle sends Maurice into the turn buckle and follows, ramming a forearm into his chest. He follows that up by hopping on the second turn buckle and holding a fist up to the crowd.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
WhoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOO………!!!!!!!!
For the tenth strike, Kyle puts a finger to his lips to quiet down the crowd and then cracks another SMACK across Yensman’s face. The crowd erupts in cheers.
Payne: Gautier not holding anything back tonight! He is just toying with Maurice right now.
Kyle drops back as Maurice staggers out of the corner, fists up, throwing wild shadow punches. He eventually staggers one step too far and falls directly on his face. Kyle strokes his mustache to the delight of the fans. He picks Maurice up and tosses him to the ropes. Maurice ducks a clothesline and upon the return, Kyle bends down to backdrop Maurice. He is a hair too early as Maurice stops quickly and punches Kyle in the back of the head.
El Chupacabra: Maurice trying to turn things around by exploiting the place he created Monday night. “Pitcher” perfect.
Kyle goes to a knee as Maurice takes a step back to gather his bearings. As Kyle gets up, Maurice drives a kick to the ribs. Kyle winces as Maurice kicks again. Maurice spins and connects a discus clothesline.
Payne: Both competitors down as Maurice looks to turn the tide.
Maurice gets up and takes Kyle by his right arm. He delivers three stiff kicks right into Kyle’s ribs and slams Kyle’s arm down. He holds up his arms to a loud chorus of boos while Kyle writhes on the ground. Maurice reaches for Kyle again. Kyle pushes him back, desperately hold his arm close to his body. Maurice stomps at Kyle and yanks his arm again. He kicks Kyle hard directly in the armpit.
El Chupacabra: That could separate a man’s arm from his body! Maurice is showing he isn’t happy about the earlier disrespect.
Kyle rolls out of the ring, clutching his arm to his body. Maurice rolls out of the ring and lines Kyle up for a punting kick to the head. He runs but Kyle moves out of the way at the last second, causing Maurice to kick the ring steps at full force.
Payne: Both men in a lot of pain as Maurice misses with his shot.
Kyle tries to get feeling back into his arm while Maurice hops around for a second. Kyle runs at Maurice, but gets caught on his shoulders. He hits Kyle in the injured shoulder with Empire State of Mind with his injured leg. The ref starts his count.
1!
Kyle is out on the ground while Maurice sits on the ring steps , trying to rub felling back into his leg.
2!
Kyle isn’t moving as Maurice starts to pat himself down, looking for his cigarettes. He finds his lighter in his slacks but sees his stamped out one close to Kyle.
3!
Kyle is still down as Maurice hobbles over to the extinguished cigarette. He kicks at Kyle and leans down to retrieve his cigarette.
4!
Maurice realizes his cigarette is too smooshed to try and relight it. He shrugs and flicks it towards that unlucky fan from earlier. He leans down to paintbrush Kyle in the back of the head.
5!
The unlucky fan starts yelling at Maurice who in turn grabs his own crotch at him. Kyle starts to stir.
6!
Maurice kicks Kyle one last time and hobbles to the ring, rolling in. Kyle finally rolls over into a seated position.
7!
Maurice struts around the ring, air jerking towards the crowd’s immense boos. Kyle crawls on his knees and one arm.
8!
Kyle pulls himself to getting his injured arm on the apron. Maurice sees it and runs over to kick him off again.
9!
Kyle sees it coming and moves , causing Maurice to kick the bottom rope and retweaking his foot.
1….
Kyle rolls in the ring at the last possible moment, among a smattering of applause and appreciation. Maurice pulls Kyle up and lifts him onto his shoulders to deliever another Empire State of Mind. However, Kyle has other ideas and starts ramming his elbow into Maurice’s jaw. Maurice finally drops Kyle, who kicks him and drops him with a DDT. Kyle lands in a seated position in a corner. He tries to regain his composure as he gets up and pins Maurice.
1!
2!
Kickout!
Payne: Hard to believe this is only the first pinning attempt in this match!
El Chupacabra: These men are leaving it all out on the line. One has to wonder if they’ll have anything left come Monday.
Both men are on their feet and start trading punches. After about ten back-and-forths, Maurice holds up both of his hands to pause the punching onslaught. Kyle stops but then realized that Maurice put one of his hands below his waist and made a circle with his fingers. Kyle sighs deeply as Maurice punches him hard in the injured arm, as is the punishment for such things. Kyle accepts it but then angrily kicks Maurice in his injured leg. In a swift move, Kyle scoops up Maurice by his legs in an attempt to put him in The End. But his arm gives out and he gets small package rolled by Maurice.
1!
2!
….3 NO!
Last second kick out by Kyle.
Maurice lifts Kyle up and backs up to deliver a Messy, Eh? To Kyle’s jaw, but he misses and Kyle slams Maurice to the mat by the back of his head. Kyle quickly ascends the ropes and points down at Maurice. He leaps and drops an elbow directly into Maurice’s chest. Kyle rolls off of him and lets adrenaline run him back up the turn buckles.
Payne: Is he gonna fly again?!
Kyle points and delivers a second picture-perfect elbow. He quickly lifts Maurice up and he hits him with a German suplex. He points to the top rope to the cheers of the fans. He pulls himself up again, adrenaline seeming to wane. He points at Maurice for a third time and drops an elbow…directly on a waiting knee. Kyle crashes and burns after landing and Maurice scrambles to pin.
1!
2!
Kyle gets a foot on the bottom rope.
Maurice quickly rolls Kyle to the center of the ring and stomps hard on Kyle’s shoulder, stamping it out like his cigarette. Kyle writhes under his heel as Maurice leans down and plucks a hair out of Kyle’s mustache and blows it away like a wish. Kyle becomes incensed andpunches Maurice in his injured leg, allowing himself to get up. Maurice winces in pain as Kyle lands a spinning heel kick directly in Maurice’s jaw. Maurice falls like a sack of bricks. Kyle immediately goes to the top rope but hesitates.
Payne: What is Gautier doing?!
El Chupacabra: He seems to be pulling out a Sharpie to… draw on his elbow?!
Kyle scribbles a crude mustache on his injured elbow, tosses the marker to the crowd and points at Maurice. He drives his elbow as hard as he can directly into Maurice’s heart. He covers.
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: Your winner….and still undefeated on Rampage….KYLE GAUTIER!
“The Man” plays as an exhausted Kyle gets to his feet. The ref tries to raise his arm in victory but he cannot lift it high. Maurice rolls out of the ring where he hides. Kyle holds up two fingers on one hand and smirks to the crowd.
The MACtron comes to life as Georgie Nickles the REAL Rebel Child herself is seen smiling at the camera, leaning up against a dark purple painted GTO Judge, wind blowing in her blue hair, the fans giving a massive POP!
El Chupacabra: And there she is Jesse! The Number One Contender for the US Championship live on the Mactron!
Jesse Payne: And here she isn’t, not on the card, not at the Sap Center. Not showing up for Rampage, but she sure could show up for Brawl! Some number one contender she is! Come on, tell the crew in the truck to kill the feed!
Georgie Nickles: Hey there EWC fans and faithful members of the Nation. I know. I know. As someone might have noted, I’m not on the card for this evening. It isn’t that I’m sitting and resting on my laurels as much as she…Oops, I mean, they would like to believe. Sometimes, things just happen like that. I might not be there, but I am in spirit, and there in the heart of every single rabble rouser and hell raiser in the Sap Center and those watching at home, so it’s almost like I am… Right there in the crowd, cheering and each and every single wrestler on. And in the same vein, there are a few things I want to address with every single one of you right now. And that is.. Of course the number one contendership match.
El Chupacabra: It’s all business with this woman, and you can tell the fans absolutely love her!
Jesse Payne: Davey was robbed of that match!
Georgie Nickles: I know that the date hasn’t been set just yet. I KNOW that you’re wondering exactly when Ace King is going to defend that title. Hell, I know that all of those nosey busy bodies in the back are whining and bitching, thinking Ace is running scared…
The fans give a loud boo for those who might be against the beloved US Champion as Georgie pushes away from the car.
Georgie Nickles: But suck it up buttercups, all you whiny little cock jockeys in the locker room rubbing your hands together in glee about the fact that the date has NOT been set. That it just proves something in your fragilicious little minds, because this was MY choice, this was MY choosing. I want the man at his best, I want him better than his best when I step into the ring to face him. Because that belt means SOMETHING to him, it means something to me… And it means something to all of these fans. If everyone under the EWC umbrella can’t handle that? Then that means they don’t have the proverbial or literal sac to carry that title anyways and that’s why I’m the number one contender and they… Aren’t.
The fans are electric as they cheer loudly for the Rebel Child.
El Chupacabra: And Georgie Nickles has just drawn the line of where she stands, Jesse. You have to give the woman credit, she is passionate about this sport. And the fans are passionate about her!
Jesse Payne: I don’t have to give the woman credit for squat. She talks a whole lot, but nothing ever comes out of her mouth worth listening to.
Georgie Nickles: See, I’m about it being fair. And that’s why I showed up at Brawl to watch Billy’s back, because let’s be honest, guys like Garcia and Noon and Captain Kangaroo… They all play by the same book. Same could be said for Legion and his little goon squad, which… Well… they’re lucky I’m not down at ring side tonight, to make things.. Fair.. by any means necessary. Not just for Billy, before THAT rumor mill starts, but for Shelley, and for Transocles, even if he might have someone watching HIS back too. But.. don’t worry Xander… Oh don’t you worry… I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.
Georgie smiles as she pushes away from the car and walks towards the camera slowly.
Georgie Nickles: So go ahead Rabble Rousers.. Make some noise for Friday Night Rampage, make it so loud that people all the way in Oakland can hear you! I’ll be seeing you… soon.
The fans give another loud pop for Georgie Nickles as the Mactron returns to the Friday Night Rampage graphics.
Jesse Payne: FINALLY she shut up! Now let’s get back to the thing that matters anything but that insufferable windbag.
DREAM WEAVER
OPEN CHALLENGE!!! Dream Weaver" by Gary Wright plays throughout the arena as “Dream Weaver” Ashley Brizzie makes her way onto the ramp. She scurries down the ramp, interacting with the fans behind both sides of the barricade. As she gets close to the ring, she veers to the right, slapping hands with the hands, going full circle around the ring until she is by the entrance again then slides in the ring. She walks over to get handed by a mic then walks back to the center of the ring.
“DreamWeaver” Ashley Brizzie : First I want to say THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! For all of your concern while we wait to see what was happened with my love, Nostalgia. It has been over a week now, and I have not heard from him. But I did receive this video just a few hours ago.
The MacTron fuzzes with white noise, then cuts to a shot of Nostalgia beaten and bloody.
The camera is jerked around, revealing Draco Lazarus’s smug smirk.
Draco Lazarus: Don’t worry about your lover. We are taking good care of him. We will let him go so he can watch you lose your open challenge.
Draco breaks into a hysterical laughter until the feed cuts.
“DreamWeaver” Ashley Brizzie: For those unaware, Nostalgia is a war vet, in a way, so he can take it.
She pauses and takes a deep breath, seemingly trying to convince herself as much as everyone else.
“DreamWeaver” Ashley Brizzie: But he would want me to be strong and keep my progress going, so we are.
She takes a deep breath, her eyes glassy from pre-appearance tears.
“DreamWeaver” Ashley Brizzie:Now Gang, I am sorry you didn’t get to see Me versus Shelley Silver. I tried, but I get it. If I was a 2 Time US Champ, I probably wouldn’t waste my time either. I will not waste anymore time on her or Ace. It is clear they are like the only people in the world, besides Rob Garcia, that have a personal issue with Nostalgia. I guess the truth hurt their feelings. Oh WELL. SO let’s move on. I wanted to wrestle tonight. I want to be a wrestler, so I need to wrestle in order to do that. I know I am as “GREEN” as they come. But 3rd place in that Battle Royal, and a Tag Win, albeit with much help from Iggy, not a bad debut. I am hoping to continue this streak. So anyone that wants to fight. Come on Down. Let’s get into some fistacuffs.
Ashley puts up he dukes, and starts ducking and dodging and swinging at the air. Suddenly, the lights begin to flicker.
Draco Lazarus: You look lonely out there. But don’t worry, your fiance is safe and sound. We let him go as promised. Now, we are here to answer your challenge. You never said anything about a One on One. You wanted a fight, well these two by my side love to fight. Men, women, fair odds, unfair odds. So Ready or Not...Here we Come.
Collateral Damage charge to the ring, they have “Dream Weaver” cornered. As they taunt her, each one taking a turn acting like they will strike.
“Bad Reputation” by Joan Jett blasts throughout the arena. Smokey Jones and Iggy Swango storm to the ring, slide in and stand next to their stablemate. They are at a stalemate, until, “REDBONE” from Childish Gambino echoes throughout the arena. The fans go crazy as Nostalgia storms down the ramp, his hair chopped short, wearing a black leather jacket over black tank top, and a pair of black slacks.
Jesse Payne: Nostalgia IS HERE! He has just turned the odds in Freaks and Geeks favor.
He slides into the ring, facing Collateral Damage. Draco instructs the other two members to “Roll.” They slide out of the ring, and make their way up the ramp. But halfway up, Draco stops, he puts his fingers in his mouth letting out a loud whistle. The lights begin to flicker, then go off. When they come back on The Serpent Priestess is standing on the apron outside the ring, here eyes locked with Nostalgia’s. He walks closer to her.When he comes to an arm length away, she produces a sack, dumps the contents onto her hand. She chants some words not picked up the camera. With her last word, the contents set ablaze.
Serpent Priestess: Leviathan Rise!
A cloud of smoke engulfs Nostalgia’s head. His eyes glazed over, the veins in his head protruding, face turns beat red, his breathing gets agitated, he hunches over as the amulet is glowing yellow tint to it. Smokey goes to pat Nostalgia on the back to break him out of it. But Nostalgia spins, catching his hand.
“THERE IS NO LEO HERE!”
Leviathan rears back and aggressively swings forward nailing Smokey with a Headbutt. As Smokey gets up, Leviathan spins and nails Smokey with a Clothesline From Hell. He grabs Smokey, drags him to his knees,Smokey looks up dazed, body swaying, when Leviathan delivers a devastating kick to the face that knocks sends him across the ring, through the ropes and onto the outside.
El Chupacabra: Nostalgia just took out his tag team partner!
Iggy comes up to try to talk sense into him but he thrusts his meaty hand around her throat. Ashley comes up and grabs his arm, his head violently jerks over. Ashley shys away as she sees a Yellow tint sprint across his pupils then dissipate. Leviathan lifts Iggy up, using his other hand, Gorilla Presses her over her head,Ashley screams out...
“Dream Weaver”: BABE! PLEASE STOP! NO!
Leviathan pays her no mind, takes a few short powerful steps and throws her over the ropes into the barricade. OOhs and Ahhs fill the arena at the sight and sound of the impact. Again Leviathan violently jerks his head to Ashley.
“Dream Weaver”: Leo. Babe. Please. What’s going on? We can…
Ashley tries to back up, but is backed into the corner, Leviathan thrusts his huge hands around the throat of his fiance, lifting her up as if she weighed nothing. He walks over, her feet dangling, struggling to breath, and Chokeslams her over the ropes down onto the apron. She lets out a blood curdling scream of pain as she hits the apron then rolls to the ground.
El Chupacabra: The crowd has been shocked into silence. My stomach is turning.
Jesse Payne: DAMN. That may have been the most painful break-up in history.
Iggy crawls over to Ashley to check on her friend. The medical personnel rush down the ramp to tend to Dream Weaver. Leviathan steps over the ropes, then down next to the Serpent Priestess. Draco giddy as a kid at Christmas has a mic in hand.
Draco Lazarus: THAT’S RIGHT FOLKS! PLEASE WELCOME THE NEWEST MEMBER OF COLLATERAL DAMAGE...LEVIATHAN! Now, you may have noticed Happy is not here with us today. He didn’t have the stomach for this. So, like Khaos, he needs to be taught a lesson as to what happens when you fail Collateral Damage. So HAPPY, Monday Night Brawl, You and me. Bring your brass knuckles, you’ll need them chump.
Draco chuckles, might pleased with himself, he smacks his lips then continues.
Draco Lazarus: NOW! I know you phone drones are not smart enough to put this all together yourself, so let me just show you. TECH NERDS...play that shit.
The Mactron fuzzes to white noise then cuts to backstage footage of Monday Night Brawl, in the vacated locker room across from Mucho Grande’s locker room. Draco Lazarus, and the members of Collateral Damage are watching his locker room when Ashley Brizzie approaches and knocks on the door to the MUCHO GRANDE locker room. Draco steps back, snickering, excited at the prospect.
Draco Lazarus: OOOH! OOH! We should do it now.
Maestro: Nah Champ. You want that to be done in front of the world. Plus, no offense Miss Serpent Queen, there is a difference between believing it can be true and seeing it in action.
Serpent Priestess:You will see a being with no bounds. Morals are beneath its intellect. The fact he will have to engage these lesser flesh vessels will insult him. I say him because English does not have a word to address what HE/IT is. He is much more than a mere mortal. He IS the Leviathan now.
The Serpent Priestess produces a sack, dumps the contents onto her hand. She chants
nectō Maleficium,Venire immortalis venire, sinere solus sentire relaxari, venire nunc nunc venire, venire immortalis venire, Maleficium nectō
With her last word, the contents set ablaze. A cloud of smoke engulfs Leviathan’s head.
Maestro: So he is under control now?
Serpent Priestess: You fail to see the truth Maestro. No one controls Leviathan. He will do as he is bound to do...for now. But if this spell is not reinforced daily, his independence is certain. And as I warned, even with these spells. This entity could at any time break free.
Draco peeks through the blinds of the window to see Ashley scurrying away from the locker room.
Draco Lazarus: Alright she is leaving. Time to see if this transformation is complete.
Serpent Priestess: Leviathan Rise! You will find a man in the room
The Serpent Priestess opens the door, pointing to the MUCHO GRANDE! Locker room.
Serpent Priestess: Through that door you will find a man. We implore you to eradicate this problem for us.
The hooded Leviathan does not respond, simply slowly walks out the room. Draco sneaks out first, knocking on the door, then running back before Carlos Ruiz opens the door.
The MacTron cuts to black. All attention is back on Draco as he likes it.
Draco Lazarus: You see we weren’t sure how well this would work. But GODDAMN, first he sends his Best Friend to the Hospital, now his fiancee. It is safe to say,THE LEVIATHAN HAS RISEN!
Leviathan steps over the ropes, onto the apron, then hops down on the floor. He reaches down to grab Iggy, but Smokey Jones comes out of nowhere, he is about to strike Leviathan, but Leviathan jerks his head in time to catch Smokey Jones’s punch. Leviathan cocks back and delivers a devastating Headbutt. He scoops Smokey up and onto his shoulder as if he weighs nothing, then casually walks over to the German announce desk. Leviathan spins Smokey around, and slams him through the announce desk.
El Chupacabra: This Evil Nostalgia...
Jesse Payne: Leviathan, get it right. Are you even paying attention?
El Chupacrabra: Ok. this Leviathan just throw Smokey like he weighed as much as Iggy and Dream Weaver. The strength is just scary.
The crowd is still shocked in silence as Collateral Damage, including Leviathan make their way up the ramp and to the backstage area. The paramedics have Ashley up on a stretcher, Iggy holding her hand with one hand, her back with the other as she looks down worry written over her face. Smokey makes his way to his feet, shaking out the cobwebs, his look as dejected and baffled as his female Freak and Geek counterparts as they make their way up the ramp.
El Chupacabra: I can’t believe what we just witnessed here folks. Fans are literally in tears as one of their favorites has turned to the dark side.
Jesse Payne: I haven’t seen betrayal that good since I watched Departed for the first time.
“DreamWeaver” Ashley Brizzie : First I want to say THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! For all of your concern while we wait to see what was happened with my love, Nostalgia. It has been over a week now, and I have not heard from him. But I did receive this video just a few hours ago.
The MacTron fuzzes with white noise, then cuts to a shot of Nostalgia beaten and bloody.
The camera is jerked around, revealing Draco Lazarus’s smug smirk.
Draco Lazarus: Don’t worry about your lover. We are taking good care of him. We will let him go so he can watch you lose your open challenge.
Draco breaks into a hysterical laughter until the feed cuts.
“DreamWeaver” Ashley Brizzie: For those unaware, Nostalgia is a war vet, in a way, so he can take it.
She pauses and takes a deep breath, seemingly trying to convince herself as much as everyone else.
“DreamWeaver” Ashley Brizzie: But he would want me to be strong and keep my progress going, so we are.
She takes a deep breath, her eyes glassy from pre-appearance tears.
“DreamWeaver” Ashley Brizzie:Now Gang, I am sorry you didn’t get to see Me versus Shelley Silver. I tried, but I get it. If I was a 2 Time US Champ, I probably wouldn’t waste my time either. I will not waste anymore time on her or Ace. It is clear they are like the only people in the world, besides Rob Garcia, that have a personal issue with Nostalgia. I guess the truth hurt their feelings. Oh WELL. SO let’s move on. I wanted to wrestle tonight. I want to be a wrestler, so I need to wrestle in order to do that. I know I am as “GREEN” as they come. But 3rd place in that Battle Royal, and a Tag Win, albeit with much help from Iggy, not a bad debut. I am hoping to continue this streak. So anyone that wants to fight. Come on Down. Let’s get into some fistacuffs.
Ashley puts up he dukes, and starts ducking and dodging and swinging at the air. Suddenly, the lights begin to flicker.
Draco Lazarus: You look lonely out there. But don’t worry, your fiance is safe and sound. We let him go as promised. Now, we are here to answer your challenge. You never said anything about a One on One. You wanted a fight, well these two by my side love to fight. Men, women, fair odds, unfair odds. So Ready or Not...Here we Come.
Collateral Damage charge to the ring, they have “Dream Weaver” cornered. As they taunt her, each one taking a turn acting like they will strike.
“Bad Reputation” by Joan Jett blasts throughout the arena. Smokey Jones and Iggy Swango storm to the ring, slide in and stand next to their stablemate. They are at a stalemate, until, “REDBONE” from Childish Gambino echoes throughout the arena. The fans go crazy as Nostalgia storms down the ramp, his hair chopped short, wearing a black leather jacket over black tank top, and a pair of black slacks.
Jesse Payne: Nostalgia IS HERE! He has just turned the odds in Freaks and Geeks favor.
He slides into the ring, facing Collateral Damage. Draco instructs the other two members to “Roll.” They slide out of the ring, and make their way up the ramp. But halfway up, Draco stops, he puts his fingers in his mouth letting out a loud whistle. The lights begin to flicker, then go off. When they come back on The Serpent Priestess is standing on the apron outside the ring, here eyes locked with Nostalgia’s. He walks closer to her.When he comes to an arm length away, she produces a sack, dumps the contents onto her hand. She chants some words not picked up the camera. With her last word, the contents set ablaze.
Serpent Priestess: Leviathan Rise!
A cloud of smoke engulfs Nostalgia’s head. His eyes glazed over, the veins in his head protruding, face turns beat red, his breathing gets agitated, he hunches over as the amulet is glowing yellow tint to it. Smokey goes to pat Nostalgia on the back to break him out of it. But Nostalgia spins, catching his hand.
“THERE IS NO LEO HERE!”
Leviathan rears back and aggressively swings forward nailing Smokey with a Headbutt. As Smokey gets up, Leviathan spins and nails Smokey with a Clothesline From Hell. He grabs Smokey, drags him to his knees,Smokey looks up dazed, body swaying, when Leviathan delivers a devastating kick to the face that knocks sends him across the ring, through the ropes and onto the outside.
El Chupacabra: Nostalgia just took out his tag team partner!
Iggy comes up to try to talk sense into him but he thrusts his meaty hand around her throat. Ashley comes up and grabs his arm, his head violently jerks over. Ashley shys away as she sees a Yellow tint sprint across his pupils then dissipate. Leviathan lifts Iggy up, using his other hand, Gorilla Presses her over her head,Ashley screams out...
“Dream Weaver”: BABE! PLEASE STOP! NO!
Leviathan pays her no mind, takes a few short powerful steps and throws her over the ropes into the barricade. OOhs and Ahhs fill the arena at the sight and sound of the impact. Again Leviathan violently jerks his head to Ashley.
“Dream Weaver”: Leo. Babe. Please. What’s going on? We can…
Ashley tries to back up, but is backed into the corner, Leviathan thrusts his huge hands around the throat of his fiance, lifting her up as if she weighed nothing. He walks over, her feet dangling, struggling to breath, and Chokeslams her over the ropes down onto the apron. She lets out a blood curdling scream of pain as she hits the apron then rolls to the ground.
El Chupacabra: The crowd has been shocked into silence. My stomach is turning.
Jesse Payne: DAMN. That may have been the most painful break-up in history.
Iggy crawls over to Ashley to check on her friend. The medical personnel rush down the ramp to tend to Dream Weaver. Leviathan steps over the ropes, then down next to the Serpent Priestess. Draco giddy as a kid at Christmas has a mic in hand.
Draco Lazarus: THAT’S RIGHT FOLKS! PLEASE WELCOME THE NEWEST MEMBER OF COLLATERAL DAMAGE...LEVIATHAN! Now, you may have noticed Happy is not here with us today. He didn’t have the stomach for this. So, like Khaos, he needs to be taught a lesson as to what happens when you fail Collateral Damage. So HAPPY, Monday Night Brawl, You and me. Bring your brass knuckles, you’ll need them chump.
Draco chuckles, might pleased with himself, he smacks his lips then continues.
Draco Lazarus: NOW! I know you phone drones are not smart enough to put this all together yourself, so let me just show you. TECH NERDS...play that shit.
The Mactron fuzzes to white noise then cuts to backstage footage of Monday Night Brawl, in the vacated locker room across from Mucho Grande’s locker room. Draco Lazarus, and the members of Collateral Damage are watching his locker room when Ashley Brizzie approaches and knocks on the door to the MUCHO GRANDE locker room. Draco steps back, snickering, excited at the prospect.
Draco Lazarus: OOOH! OOH! We should do it now.
Maestro: Nah Champ. You want that to be done in front of the world. Plus, no offense Miss Serpent Queen, there is a difference between believing it can be true and seeing it in action.
Serpent Priestess:You will see a being with no bounds. Morals are beneath its intellect. The fact he will have to engage these lesser flesh vessels will insult him. I say him because English does not have a word to address what HE/IT is. He is much more than a mere mortal. He IS the Leviathan now.
The Serpent Priestess produces a sack, dumps the contents onto her hand. She chants
nectō Maleficium,Venire immortalis venire, sinere solus sentire relaxari, venire nunc nunc venire, venire immortalis venire, Maleficium nectō
With her last word, the contents set ablaze. A cloud of smoke engulfs Leviathan’s head.
Maestro: So he is under control now?
Serpent Priestess: You fail to see the truth Maestro. No one controls Leviathan. He will do as he is bound to do...for now. But if this spell is not reinforced daily, his independence is certain. And as I warned, even with these spells. This entity could at any time break free.
Draco peeks through the blinds of the window to see Ashley scurrying away from the locker room.
Draco Lazarus: Alright she is leaving. Time to see if this transformation is complete.
Serpent Priestess: Leviathan Rise! You will find a man in the room
The Serpent Priestess opens the door, pointing to the MUCHO GRANDE! Locker room.
Serpent Priestess: Through that door you will find a man. We implore you to eradicate this problem for us.
The hooded Leviathan does not respond, simply slowly walks out the room. Draco sneaks out first, knocking on the door, then running back before Carlos Ruiz opens the door.
The MacTron cuts to black. All attention is back on Draco as he likes it.
Draco Lazarus: You see we weren’t sure how well this would work. But GODDAMN, first he sends his Best Friend to the Hospital, now his fiancee. It is safe to say,THE LEVIATHAN HAS RISEN!
Leviathan steps over the ropes, onto the apron, then hops down on the floor. He reaches down to grab Iggy, but Smokey Jones comes out of nowhere, he is about to strike Leviathan, but Leviathan jerks his head in time to catch Smokey Jones’s punch. Leviathan cocks back and delivers a devastating Headbutt. He scoops Smokey up and onto his shoulder as if he weighs nothing, then casually walks over to the German announce desk. Leviathan spins Smokey around, and slams him through the announce desk.
El Chupacabra: This Evil Nostalgia...
Jesse Payne: Leviathan, get it right. Are you even paying attention?
El Chupacrabra: Ok. this Leviathan just throw Smokey like he weighed as much as Iggy and Dream Weaver. The strength is just scary.
The crowd is still shocked in silence as Collateral Damage, including Leviathan make their way up the ramp and to the backstage area. The paramedics have Ashley up on a stretcher, Iggy holding her hand with one hand, her back with the other as she looks down worry written over her face. Smokey makes his way to his feet, shaking out the cobwebs, his look as dejected and baffled as his female Freak and Geek counterparts as they make their way up the ramp.
El Chupacabra: I can’t believe what we just witnessed here folks. Fans are literally in tears as one of their favorites has turned to the dark side.
Jesse Payne: I haven’t seen betrayal that good since I watched Departed for the first time.