Rampage #518 - Meltdown In Mexico II

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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 MELTDOWN IN MEXICO!!««
EVEN BIGGER THAN LAST YEAR!!!

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents

FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE

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EPISODE #518
SEPTEMBER 8TH 2023

Arena Monterrey in Monterrey, Mexico

EWC RAMPAGE
9/08/2023
Arena Monterrey in Monterrey, Mexico
General Manager - Grizzly Duggan
Commentators -
Play-By-Play: Koala Duggan
Color: Polar Duggan
Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui
Head Ref: Toyo Yasahiro
Assistant Refs: Mike Michaelson & Pierce Patterson
Backstage Help: Bryan Spade & Candice Duggan

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Fog spreads throughout the arena, covering the screaming fans as "Asking For It" begins to sound off over the loudspeakers.



"MAYBE YOU TALKED TOO MUCH AND YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT, ASKING FOR IT, ASKING!
YOU CAN BLAME BAD LUCK, BUT YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT, ASKING FOR IT, ASKING!!!"

The fans scream for delight as the X-Tron explodes to life. Pyro ignites on the stage.



The camera pans around the arena as fans scream for delight and begin their chants and raise their signs high into the air. 

{LETS GO VINNNNNNY!}

{THE MERCS OUT FOR YA!}

{VESPERMOMMY!}

{COSMOSAPIENS RISE UP!}

{HOUSE, HOUSE HUNTERS!}

{I LOVE SHINIJOSHI!}







FNR！

FNR！

FNR！

FNR！

The camera flashes back to the Extreme-Tron which shows the current FN'R roster. Ace King, Andrea Hernandez, Autumn Raven, Cassie Wolfe, Cosmo Goldworthy, Declan O'Connor, Chris Page, Vin Havoc, Jamie Love, Jason Anderson, Kendrick Kross, Kisikil, Lavender, Luke Saito, Mercenary, Moxie, Phoenix Winterborn, Ruthann Anderson, Samantha Hamilton, Emiko Okita and Vespertine. We cut back to Andrea Hernandez who holds her HBO Broadcast Championship high, then The Mercenary and Vin Havoc both hold up the United States Championship. Then the picture bleeds into Lavender wearing the EWC Undisputed Championship. She yells in pride as feed cuts back into a look at the roster. There's another round of pyro.




And then the camera cuts over to the commentary desk, where Koala Duggan stands with a smile. Polar Duggan stands, bows to the camera and then sits back down. Koala sits down, takes a drink from his water bottle and starts.

KD: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to a special Rampage. What's so special about it you ask? It is Meltdown In Mexico II! 

P-DUG: Two title matches, a trios tournament match and an all around great card. Our brother ain't so bad.   

KD: In our main event. Vin Havoc and The Mercenary square off in Meltdown In Mexico match. The winner will leave Rampage Best Of Rampage, United States Champion and looking down the barrel at an Undisputed Championship main event!

P-DUG: And before that, Vespertine uses her momentum off beating Chris Page to challenge Cosmo for his HBO Broadcast Championship, in his first defense with the title. 

KD: Before that, it's Trios Tournament action with Shinijoshi taking on House Hunters.   

P-DUG: And before that in our final marquee match of the event, X-Division Champion JoJo Rush takes on Undisputed Champion Lavender in a singles match.  

KD: 4 great marquee matches, with a great undercard as well.   

P-DUG: Undercard is pretty solid, can confirm. 

KD: All this and more, with an insane mystery card, when Rampage returns after the break!  

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The lights start to flash like a concert is going on in the arena as Centuries by Fall Out Boys came on over the speakers as smoke filled the top of the Extreme Tron coming out of the smoke standing tall wearing a red and black leather outfit with her hair tied into a ponytail and a chair in her right hand. She looked around at the crowd but could tell she was very upset as she was walking down the ramp.

KD: When Ruthless Aggression doesn't have a smile on her face... it not good.

P-Dug: Well, The House led by Jojo broke into her Wrestling School and the Arena she had built for NXTGen to have shows at. How do you think she is?!

Ruthann climbed inside of the ring opening the chair with a microphone in her hand sitting down in the chair making sure the camera was pointing right at her as she spoke.

Ruthless Aggression: You see this message is not only out to Jojo.. but to the whole fucking The House. The House has walked around and become bullies for way too long and it is time to put an end to bullies. You see, when I was in High School bullies loved to tease me because of the fact of my torn clothes. My Aunt didn’t truly care much about raising me so when I was at school my clothes always were torn because of the fact she took a pair of scissors...

She pulls out a pair of scissors looking down at them as she plays with them within her fingers.

Ruthless Aggression: She would take these scissors and place more holes in all the clothes she would get me because she loved the fact the kids were teasing me. She straight up told me it would build character. It will make you stronger by bullying. She loves the fact the kids were taking me and pushing me into the trashcan or placing the trashcan over my head just to kick it in... so till this day.... there is a bit of a ringing inside my ear I can't get rid of!

She looked over at the scissors and the blade was so sharp it started to make her bleed, but you could see Ruthann just smirks looking down at it as she looked back at the camera like she was talking right to The House.

Ruthless Aggression: The House walking into my school took me back to those days. The House walking in my school took me back to the days where I felt hopeless. The House walking into my school took me back to the days where I just let Angel of Death take full control of me and just go Carrie on their ass! You see Jojo, you talk about the monster being born because of the fans. I am going to show you how real Monsters are. How people like you made these monsters! The only thing you awaken is the one that has been sleeping.

Ruthless smirks a bit as she throws the scissors down as they stood right up in the ring. She ran her hand into her hair as she just started laughing as her ponytail came loose and her hair covered her face as she sat back just laughing.

Ruthless Aggression: You can do whatever you want to me. I did so good for myself. I can bounce back up, but you took away people's dreams! You took away people's livelihood! Do you know how many jobs were created for people in my neighborhood who are trying to make something better for themselves! Or the students who rather not become the next drug dealer or hoe or just learning how to defend themselves because they have been picked on because they are different! You SEE YOU TOOK THAT ALL AWAY FROM THEM! Those become my family because they were under my care and now You have opened the door for the ALPHA FEMALE WOLF to rip you limb by limb. Go ahead and say you didn’t do it because guess what you piece of shit. I have witnesses and I have cameras. Oh no I told them I am going to take the law into my owe hand. I am going to take care of you at Rumble. I see you soon Cowboy!

She threw down the microphone as the lights goes out and when they came on, she was gone out of the ring.

P-Dug- What the hell did he awaken......

MATCH #1

Moonshine Inc Vs Silent Discotecnicos Vs The Kruel Masters Vs Young Justice
Ladder Match - Winner Earns Their Way Into A World Tag Team Championship #1 Contenders Match
Referee: Mike Michaelson

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We return to ringside where ladders are being set up around the ring as Mike Michaelson is leaning against the corner while looking down at his watch.

KD: Four teams will be looking to punch their ticket to a number one contender’s match for the tag team championship.

P-Dug: I have a feeling we are going to see some shenanigans in this match.

Chriqui: The following match is a tag team ladder match. Introducing first from Pueblo City, Mexico & weighing in at a combined 378 pounds, El Pablo & Vertigo... THE SILENT DISCOTECNICOS!!!

'All of the Lights' by Kanye West hits the soundsystem amid a dazzling display of strobe and multicoloured spotlights as the Silent Discotecnicos step out onto an entranceway bathed in a blanket of dry ice. El Pablo bounds down the ramp, Vertigo following slowly behind as his brother laps the ring slapping hands with the fans before the two reunite at the foot of the ramp. Here, Pablo removes both his and Vertigo's headphones and donates them to a pair of young fans at ringside, before the two of them dart under the ropes and into the ring, ready for battle.

Chriqui: And their opponent from North Carolina & weighing in at a combined weight of 460 pounds... MOONSHINE INCORPORATED!!!

The lights in the arena go dark as a video appears on the jumbo screen of a man holding a steel guitar. Just as the [5:37] entrance theme plays for Moonshine Inc., the view cuts to Camera B (the entrance camera) as one brother (Jimmy) is seen casually walking out onto the stage. Looking to his side, his brother then makes his way through the curtain and stands beside him. Loud reactions from the crowd of cheers and boos fill the arena.

Not reacting to the crowd, they casually walk to the the bottom of the rampway and go separate ways. Jimmy slides under the bottom rope as does Matt and now on their feet, the crowd reacts loudly as Zack Tyler makes his way through the entrance curtain and to the ring. Both brothers look on as Zack walks to the ring. Matt and Jimmy go about their usual testing the ropes as Zack makes his way ringside. Both Jimmy and Matt point at him and tell him to "stay there" pointing to a chair by the ramp as their music fades away and the match to soon begin.

Chriqui: And their opponent weighing in at a combined 243 pounds, the team of Cassie Wolfe and Harper Mason... YOUNG JUSTCE!!!

The intro for Jonathon Young's cover of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes theme hits the speakers and Harper and Cassie emerge from the back ready for action, they slap hands with the fans on their way to the ring before sliding in and high fiving each other as they wait for their opponents.

Chriqui: And their opponent from The Core Spire & weighing in at a combined 398 pounds... THE KRUEL MASTERS!!!

The lights in the arena goes black as the opening chords of "Rest In Peace" by Dorothy start echoing through the system. A video package begins to play as red smoke fills the stage. A single stage light shines through the smoke as Kolby and his wife Daphne step through the smoke. Daphne is holding a dice tray as Kolby rolls a D20. They both look at the dye before moving forward down the ramp. The both slide into the ring as Kolby posts himself up onto the nearest turnbuckle. Daphne stands next to him with a smile on her face as the song slowly starts to fade.

KD: You can just see the timidness in Vertigo as he walks past all of these ladders. Young Justice doesn’t look to sure about this match.

P-Dug: The Kruel Masters look ready for battle.

DING DING DING

The bell sounds as Kolby and Daphne slip out of the ring as Harper Mason sprints across the ring and leaps onto Jimmy with a stinger splash. Harper continues to stomp Jimmy in the corner until Matt comes to aid by hooking her up into a full Nelson before dropping her right down onto her back. Jimmy climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and lands on top of Harper with a senton. Cassie comes charging at both brothers but they catch her with a double back body drop right on top of Harper.

El Pablo slides out of the ring and folds up a ladder. He slides the ladder into the ring when he is met with a big boot from Kolby. Pablo goes flying towards the steel steps as Daphne follows up with a sliding forearm across his masked face. As she is getting to her feet, Vertigo comes flying through the middle ropes with a suicide dive sending Daphne into the barricade.

Vertigo checks on his brother as Jimmy slides out of the ring and slides a ladder into it. Matt picks the ladder up and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Matt begins to climb up the ladder when Harper springs off the ropes and dropkicks the ladder. The ladder begins to teeter as Cassie grabs a hold of Matt’s arm and pulls him off the ladder.

KD: Oof, that's a big frop for Matt there. 

P-Dug: Ladder matches can be so dangerous!

Harper steadies the ladder as she motions for Cassie to go up. Cassie looks at her while telling her to go up. Harper starts to go up when Kolby grabs Harper around the waist before throwing her over head with a German Suplex. Cassie charges at him as Jimmy catches her with drop toe hold. Cassie falls nose first onto the bottom rung of the ladder as Kolby lands a big boot across Jimmy’s face. He looks around before starting up the ladder.

Daphne is just about to slide in the ring when her eyes see someone moving through the crowd. The crowd mutters as Alexander Umbra emerges from the crowd. Daphne immediately jumps the barricade as they both start throwing hands. Kolby is nearing the top of the ladder as El Pablo comes flying off the top rope and kicks Kolby in the side. Kolby falls onto the top rope before bouncing off them.

Meanwhile Daphne and Umbra are still fighting until Ashley Freeman comes sprinting down the ramp, hops over the barricade and pulls Daphne off him. Daphne sees Vertigo touching the ladder and returns to the ring. As she does, Ashley drops Umbra on the concrete floor before taking his long coat which holds his knife. Ashley dashes away as Daphne slides into the ring. Jimmy and Matt catch her with a double elbow drop. They turn their attention to El Pablo who is climbing up the ladder.

Jimmy climbs up the other side as Matt slams his fist into the small of El Pablo’s back. Pablo grunts as Jimmy grabs Pablo by the mask before slamming it down onto the top rung. Vertigo slides back into the ring as he chops away at Matt’s chest. Matt staggers backwards as Harper comes springing out of nowhere and dropkicks Matt in the back as he smacks into the ladder. The ladder staggers as Vertigo tries to steady it. Pablo continues to fight with Jimmy as Vertigo gives him a thumbs up.

P-Dug: Climb, climb climb.

KD: Almost at the top!

Pablo and Jimmy continue to trade punches until Pablo gains the upper hand. Jimmy continues to stagger until Pablo shoves him off into the waiting arms of Cassie Wolfe who slams Jimmy down with a powerslam. Daphne slowly gets up to her feet as Vertigo knocks her right back out of the ring. Pablo reaches his hand up and pulls down the briefcase.

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pulling down the briefcase ... THE SILENT DISCOTECNICOS!!!!

Pablo slides down the ladder and hugs his brother before they slide out of the ring. The other teams are gathering together while watching them.

KD: El Pablo and Vertigo earned that number one contender’s match.

P-Dug: I’m beginning to think the tag division is going to be stronger than ever with these teams.

We go backstage where Brian Spade is standing by with the X-Division Champion and Tori Taylor. Tori rests JoJo's X-Division title over her shoulder. 

Brian: Joining me backstage now accompanied by Tori Taylor is the X-Division Champion: JoJo Rush. JoJo, Ruthann believes you and the House are responsible for vandalizing the Ruthless Aggression Gym in Brooklyn, New York.

The Blackhat looks directly at Spade and says dryly.

JoJo: Do Ah look like the type to do somethin’ like that?

Tori: We deny the allegations, obviously. We have more important things to worry about than destroying some retirement home’s gym, but after Ruthann dumped blood on Jon and I? Don’t expect us to lose any sleep over anything happening to that has-been, Ruthann.

Brian Spade raises a brow at the two.

Brian: Right, but whoever did destroy the gym wanted to make it seem like it was the House. Your group’s logo was tagged all over the gym, with a massive tag defacing the mural inside of the gym.

Tori and JoJo collectively shrug. 

JoJo: Ah don't see a badge on yer chase, Brian. Best stick to askin' questions instead of tryin' to solve cases. 

JoJo states dryly before looking straight to the camera.

JoJo: But if Ruthann wants to hear it directly from mah lips, she can come talk to me after Ah finish with Lavender. Until then, Ruthann should worry more ‘bout what Ah can do in the ring instead of worryin’ ‘bout what Ah’m doin’ outside of it. Ah intend on leavin’ the Rumble as the X-Division Champion–

Tori smugly taps on the face-plat of the title hanging off her shoulder.

JoJo: AND, the Undisputed Championship, now wouldn’t that just be Too Sweet?

JoJo and Tori Too Sweet each other, along with members of the crowd joining in on the Too Sweet chant.

Brian: Well the Undisputed Champion is certainly aware of your “sweet” in-ring abilities. She’s looking to settle the score for the incident between you and Darn–

JoJo turns back to Brian Spade and glares daggers at the interviewer. Tori quickly reacts by wrapping her free arm around JoJo to potentially hold him back.

JoJo: Keep that name out of yer damn bird-lips, boi. Lavender ‘bout to learn real quick what happens to folks that bring her up to me. We’re done here.

JoJo kept his glare focused on Brian Spade before pulling away and leaving the interview with Tori in tow. Brian collects himself and addresses the camera.

Brian: A pleasure as always, JoJo. Back to you all!

MATCH #2

Jamie Love Vs Luke Saito Vs SONYA
No DQ - Triple Threat
Referee: Pierce Patterson

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We return to ringside where Chriqui stands ready to call the next match.

KD: What a way to open the show folks. Four tag teams all wanting the prize at the top of that ladder with ____ coming out on top.

P-Dug: That's Friday nights!

KD: That's RAMPAGE. And we're going to be keeping the action hot with this next triple threat match. If you know anything about Extreme Wrestling then you've heard about the ongoing struggle across the brands between The House and Shinijoshi. Well, that war spills out in the ring tonight as "The Pitbull" Jamie Love will be fighting "The Beautiful Battleship" SONYA and, with a Pitbull to the left of him and a Battleship to the right it's the Joker stuck in the middle tonight.

P-Dug: Make an 8-track reference next you old fuck.

KD: Luke "The Joker" Saito, perhaps caught in the middle of that struggle tonight as we head into triple threat action!

Chriqui: The following match is a triple threat match. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Sara Rische and John Bishop, from Takayama, Japan & weighing in at 165 pounds... "THE PITBULL" JAMIE LOVE!!!

The arena plunges into darkness as a haunting piano melody can be heard over the sound system. As the beat starts at 11 seconds a spotlight shines on Sara Rische playing an expensive Grand Piano to the left of the stage. She plays for 10 seconds when a second spotlight shines on Jamie Love as he enters the arena to a chorus of boos as his body guard John Bishop stands behind him. He walks down the aisle with JB following closely behind him, glancing out at the live audience, smirking at the with disdain in the shadows of the House hoodie he has on. As he climbs into the ring Sara makes her way down to ringside. He hands Sara his hoodie and stretches in the corner as he waits for his opponents.

Chriqui: And his first opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Luna Knight Saito, from Brooklyn, New York & weighing in at 156 pounds... LUKE "THE JOKER" SAITO!!!

The lights in the arena are slowly going off and on as on the top of the ramp only to see Luke standing there with his shades on his face with his long black coat on and standing behind him is Luna wearing the same coat but she has a hood with her and wearing the hood over her head. He grabs her hand and has her standing in front of her as he slowly removes her hood off her head as they both grin.

They both started walking down to the ramp together when the words “Rise” came blasting over the speakers. Luna was playing with the crowd as Luke kept walking slowly down to the ramp. Luna gets to the bottom as she stands on the outside of the ring while Luke stands behind her on top of the apron as the lights flash like crazy on the words “Rise” they put up a fist together. Luna then climbs inside of the ring with him and helps him out of his jacket. She holds it as they bump their heads together like they were praying before the match. She gives him a small kiss before climbing out of the ring as he starts to test the ropes.

Chriqui: And their final opponent from Place & weighing in at number pounds... NAME!!!

As the first few notes of "Rusalka" play over the loudspeakers, Sonya stands just a few feet away from the entrance way, the cameras picking up her peaceful expression and smile. The song kicks into high gear and she makes her way to the ring with determined eyes and calm demeanor, stepping into the ring and performing her signature pose in the corner.

KD: Jamie Love looks like he's ready to bite -- I mean fight!

P-Dug: Luke Saito and Sonya brought their muzzles but it looks like they might be starting this early. Everyone's READY for this fight.

DING DING DING

Luke sits back a bit in a corner as Sonya glares down a pointing and muttering Jamie Love. He stands toe-to-toe with Sonya and Monterrey goes wild. The Beautiful Battleship remains strong, stoic, and silent as Jamie Love festers further. He tries to shove her to no avail. Saito chuckles, breaking The Pitbull's concentration long enough for him to tell The Joker to "shut the fuck up." Jamie then immediately eats a MASSIVE big boot from Sonya that makes the referee and Luke pop. Love shakes his head with a rub of the jaw but isn't slow to one knee. Love rolls beneath a Luke Saito high knee and Luke rolls beneath a second Sonya big boot. Monterrey appreciates as Love and Saito double clothesline Sonya over the top rope and out of the ring. Neither man take a moment to even think about it, they turn the fight into a stiff exchange of fists and forearms as Sonya stumbles into the announce table. DDT! Saito's head bounces off the canvas and Jamie Love goes for a quick pin after the successful grapple.

ONE!
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Sonya immediately wakes up and rushes to the ring, but Sara Rische and the bloody kendo stand in the way!

TWO!!
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MASSIVE running big boot flatlines Sara Rische and Jamie Love turns to see it.

THR-NO!!!

Luke Saito kicks out with ease, but it seems Jamie Love was just waiting to use that as momentum to leap to the second turnbuckle. He then leaps on the outside, catching Sonya just as she's turning around to pick up the kendo stick. THE LOVE INJECTION!

KD: TORNADO IMPALER DDT!! After being double clotheslined from the ring and getting a little jostled up, Sonya came back with a boot to the wrong woman if you ask Jamie Love.

P-Dug: That DDT definitely put his own back at risk as well. As we see here, Jamie Love not exactly much better off than he just was with his finishing DDT but what a way to pull it off here Koala.

KD: The fight between these two is very serious. Jamie Love getting the pinfall victory over Sonya on Monday night obviously effected both superstars. You saw the way they came out here, the way this all started, and of course Luke Saito is happy to come upon what he's seeing here.

Luke Saito is all smiles as he gets to his feet and sees his opponents splayed out outside the ring. He notices the EMTs rushing down for Sara Rische and sees the errant kendo stick lying on the ground. Jamie and Sonya stir on the ground as Luke slips out of the ring and lifts the kendo stick to a big pop from Monterrey. John Bishop stands angrily in opposition of its use and is the first to taste it. CRACK! John Bishop drops like a bad habit after a good whop from the stick. Sonya is on one knee and her eyes go big too late. CRACK! She eats a kendo stick to the face and falls back over. Jamie Love, with one hand on his lower back and sweat in his eyes he's barely gotten to his feet. CRACK! Mexico roars for Luke Saito as he lifts the kendo stick once again. He gets perhaps a little too excited and turns to the attended Sara Rische. CRACK! Sara roars in pain after Luke blasts her midsection with a crack of the kendo stick, opting now to toss it down as the cheers have become mixed. Luke turns back to the chaos he left outside the ring as John Bishop is stumbled upright again. Spinebuster from Luke Saito to John Bishop onto Jamie Love! Luke uses the additional weight of Love's bodyguard in an attempt to keep Jamie down for a pinfall attempt!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THR-NO!!!

Running elbow drop from Sonya sends a yelp out of The Pitbull, a groan from Bishop, a yell from Saito, and ultimately breaks up the pinning predicament. Neither Sonya nor Luke look like they've broken a sweat as they stammer to their feet and barrel into a brawl of their own. Jamie slowly rolls beneath the ring apron as Luke Saito and The Battleship exchange STIFF chops. "Whooo!" echoes throughout the audience over and over again as these two competitors exchange six chops each without pause or resolve. However on the seventh chop it's Sonya that comes with the block. She spins Luke around and plants him to the thinly-padded canvas with a beautiful dropkick. Sonya backflips perfectly to a superhero Shinijoshi landing for a big pop but she doesn't take a second to appreciate it. Immediately she searches for Jamie Love who has disappeared from sight. Sonya keeps the offense on Luke, helping lift him as he crawls to the steel steps. Two stiff elbows from Saito and the grapple is broken. Luke looks to slam Sonya face first into the steps but she blocks it. A vicious elbow to the face breaks Luke's hold and the two are both stumbling at the steel steps. Love comes crawling out on all fours just in time. DOUBLE BULLDOG! Sonya and Luke BOTH get their faces planted and busted open when Jamie Love leaps into the air blasts them both against the steel. Once again giving no regard for his own well being and back, Love winces in pain as both his opponents look completely spent with foreheads open for bloody business.

P-Dug: Luke Saito went crazy with that kendo stick, but Jamie Love is going CRAZIER here tonight folks! First the DDT to the outside and now the double bulldog onto the steel steps. This man has no regard for his well being let alone anyone elses! He's lost his mind here especially after seeing poor Miss Rische take a boot to the face.

KD: He also got to FEEL how much his bodyguard weighs. Wasn't that nice? For a moment it did seem like Luke Saito was going to walk away from this with the victory but after Brawl we can visibly see The Beautiful Battleship going the extra mile here too. She may not have had her moment yet folks but there's definitely something to be said about her resolve thus far. A massive DDT to the pads, a kendo strike, and now the steel steps opening her AND Luke up here.

P-Dug: Looks like The House always wins again.

KD: I wouldn't listen to him just yet, folks. It's still anybody's fight here. We've got The Pitbull already getting back on his feet at the guardrail, Luke Saito stumbling up at the steel steps, and Sonya stands just before us now at the announce table. Who's gonna move first? Everyone! It's Friday Night RAMPAGE!!

Luke can't decide who to run at so he just rolls back into the ring as Sonya and Jamie run directly at one another. Jamie leaps onto the steps and bounds off of them looking for an enziguri. DREADNOUGHT BOMB! Sonya catches him in the air and powerbombs him into the steel steps. BWAAAANG! The steps go flying as they seperate from each other and the ring. Sonya heaves above Jamie for a moment. Luke sees his moment and makes a big run for it, bounding off the ropes for momentum into a suicide dive over the ropes. SONYA CATCHES HIM!! DREADNOUGHT BOMB! Sonya blasts Luke Saito ONTO Jamie Love, then shoves The Joker into his own slump to stand proudly and, with her best Shinijoshi pose, places a boot on Jamie Love's chest. The crowd roars and joins the referee in the three count.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... SONYA!!!!

SONYA gets to her feet and has her hand raised. She looks down on Jamie Love. Then back up to Saito, then down to Jamie. SONYA raises both of her hands high. 

KD: I don't think this is over with Jamie Love and SONYA. I can see a singles match in their future!

P-Dug: Maybe next Rampage??

The Gracious Few’s ‘Honest Man’ begins to blare over the PA system generating a chorus of boos to erupt from the passionate Mexican fans as the theme music suggested that the arrival of Moxie was imminent. Moxie slowly walked out from behind the curtain to the edge of the stage, scanning the entire arena, soaking in the raucous negative reaction he was receiving. The young Brit just shakes his head and makes his way to the ramp, ignoring the outstretched arms of the fans in attendance. He makes a beeline straight to the ring, where he picks up an awaiting microphone. The music dies down but the crowd’s reaction remains loud and proud. Moxie battled this by raising the microphone to his lips.

Moxie: I don’t even need to say a single word and you people have already made my point for me.

The crowd, a cacophony of boos, resents his arrogance.

Moxie: Alright don’t get your knickers in a twist. Now before I take out the trash later on tonight, I think it’s about time that we address a few problems that I’ve been having with this show as of late.

Now don’t get me wrong, Friday Night Rampage is still the place to be if you’re looking for a wrestling show but the fact that we’re using green and purple… it looks like Barney the dinosaur had his way with our media truck out back. That’s problem number 1.

Problem number 2 is that we allow people who are thick as shit to walk around unsupervised and allow them to waffle absolute disrespect towards me. Now I’ve complained about the lack of respect that I get around here not only from you dickheads in the crowd…

The booing swells, and Moxie smirks.

Moxie: But also from the people in the back too. But what really took the piss was Jason Anderson having the bollocks to suggest that I didn’t elevate the HBO Broadcast Championship?

Moxie raises an eyebrow as he scoffs.

Moxie: Are you really trying to wind me up here? Let’s get one thing straight, they call me the greatest HBO Broadcast Champion of all time. Forget that creepy god-fearing bastard, they stopped talking about him the moment he left Friday nights. It’s my name that dominates the records page when it comes to that title and you can bet your arse that I elevated that title because now every champion after me has to live up to my reign. Andrea Hernandez buckled under the pressure and behind closed doors, Cosmo is shitting bricks just thinking about following in my footsteps. What I’ve done with that HBO Broadcast Championship cannot be done by anybody else and I brought it along for the ride on top of the Friday Night mountain.

I get it though, ‘The Boss’ is a little desperate after all. That’s why he’s gotta pretend that he isn’t interested in championship gold, but Jason I can see right through you and this pathetic charade you’ve got going on. The honest truth is that you’re simply not championship material Jason. Never was, never will be and it’s sad because not only are you going to lose tonight, but you’re going not going to be able to wrestle again. After tonight, you’re going to be known as Ruthless Aggression’s deadbeat kid.

Moxie breaks off to circle the ring and to let the gravity of his words sink in, scanning the audience's negative reactions.

Moxie: This leads me to problem number 3, the person ultimately responsible for problems 1 and 2. That’s right I’m talking about our good ol’ General Manager Grizzly Duggan.

The crowd stirs as Moxie raises the issue of management.

Moxie: I never really understood our GM’s thought process, I mean you’ve got a guy who’s been tearing up the roster for a solid year straight with an iron grip around a Broadcast Championship and that’s not good enough to be in the main event scene a little more often? Huh? Or how about we go back a little further to last year in 2022, where he happily allowed Ace King and Melody Malone to play hot potato with the Undisputed Championship after WrestleFest? Where was my invite to the party?

But I think I’ve figured it out. For as good as many people claim me to be, I’m simply not on Grizzly Duggan’s list of favoured people around here and why is that? Is it because I’m not within your inner circle of nepotism?

The crowd react with gasps of surprise and loud “oooo’s”. The spotlight follows Moxie as he walks over to the side of the ring where the commentary table lies opposite. He points a finger at the commentary team’s direction.

Moxie: No, hold on a second it’s true. I mean have a look at these stooges on the air tonight, both with faces like a pair of slapped arses but coincidentally they’re related to Duggan. Now we look at who’s holding one-half of the United States Championship right now. Vin Havoc, who probably called in a favour from his good friend Grizzly Duggan to get a job here in the first place.

Good thing I’ve got a solution for this mess you find yourself Duggan, after all, I am ‘The Shotcaller’ and don’t worry you don’t have to do anything extraordinary to fix this all up. You’re going to come to your senses and do the right thing and put me in the main event spot where I belong. You’ll name me the true #1 contender for the United States Championship after I mess up Jason for the second year running and you’ll show me the respect that I deserve!

Once you start, the other bozos around here will do the same and common sense is going to prevail. But on the off chance that you want to play dumb, just know that there are going to be consequences. I’m going to hurt everyone you put in my way until there’s nothing left except the door to your office and your lardy arse hiding behind it.

Moxie tosses the mic hard against the mat floor, causing it to bounce out of the ring to the floor outside. ‘Honest Man’ by The Gracious Few plays again as the cameras move to…

Cameras pan backstage and Monterrey gives a massive pop as The Mad King stands next to Deacon Winterborn. Behind them is some brick wall in a hallway of the building they're in tonight. With the arena buzzing Flip hands a moderately familiar pair of blue wrestling boots. Down the side of each spells 'REID' vertically. Winterborn, ready for battle, full of vicious venom, looks almost quizzically at the boots. He knows exactly what pair of Reid boots these are and, slowly, murmurs flow through Monterrey as they begin to put the pieces together.

The Mad King: Brother Winterborn, I present to thee -- on this auspicious day for battle -- right here... in Monterrey, Mexico!

The crowd pops.

The Mad King: A very fine pair of wrestling boots. Wore them once myself even, but, uh... Reids feet are smaller than mine.

Deacon Winterborn: Brother Flip. Why in the Lord's name do you have Xavier Reid's boots?

Winterborn accepts the gift if not a little apprehensively.

The Mad King: Yeah, those are from the Make-A-Wish kid from the first leaflet of our pageless war. I think that not only might they fit you better, but, well... they'd fit you better, too, y'know? Anyway, I bought em off the kids mom several years later, uh, she needed the money -- great head -- BUT! That was always your problem, y'see? Got rid of those good HBO boots.

Winterborn looks to Flip with a smile and shakes his hand to another big reaction.

Deacon Winterborn: Granted, I will accept the tithe in gratitude, but I digress. I do have other matters to attend to this evening, and you know whom I am referring to.

The crowd jarrs even in reference to the evil that is Kisikil. Flip seems too busy cleaning his teeth with his tongue.

The Mad King: To be honest, though, while Kisikil isn't exactly on our good list either, Brother Winterborn... I feel you're aware there are some other, perhaps even more pressing matters walking around Friday night Rampage here this evening.

Winterborn returns to confusion. King cocks an eyebrow at him.

The Mad King: I'm talking about Stephanie Matsuda, Phoenix.

Any disconnect between these two men immediately vanishes at the mention of the name. Winterborn sets the boots down, taking pause to hold a hand over his mouth.

Deacon Winterborn: Matsuda.

Winterborn disposes of the formalities, an after effect of the mention of his former partner's name.

Deacon Winterborn: It's been a long time since that name was brought to the forefront of my memory. I had good times with her. We were a force here. The Psych Ward was formidable. But... after she attacked me the way she did? I wish nothing but malice for her anymore.

King schemes his fluttering fingers together like Mister Burns.

The Mad King: My sentiments exactly. And with Matsuda now parading around like she's already atoned for those sins? It so happens my opponent has some connection to this little group of heathens, Brother, so what I think I'm proposing to you is a plan. After you whoop Kisikil back to the Neverland Ranch where that dream of an idea came from, and I straighten out Samantha Hamilton, why don't you and I hook back up and give Matsuda a visit while she's out fighting The House Hunters?

Mexico gives a big reaction. Rampage loves chaos!

Deacon Winterborn: I do believe you have yourself a helping hand, brother Flip. Let us go forth, and HELP her atone properly.

The Mad King: Aaaaaaaaand I mean, if it SO HAPPENS, Brother Winterborn, that we have to rain check this for some other night.

Flip places a hand on Winterborn's shoulder.

The Mad King: We can always show these kids what Team Lorge Nuts was all about, damn, was the nineteen years ago now?

Mexico murmurs as the idea permeates with Winterborn.

Deacon Winterborn: May GOD have mercy... on their souls... because we won't.

The two continue discussing a working game plan as the camera begins to pull away.

P-Dug: Team WHAT?

KD: A King and a Deacon walk into a wrestling match. You think the jester'd take them in?

P-Dug: I wouldn't even joke about that guy. He scares the farts out of me.

MATCH #3

Kisikil Vs Phoenix Winterborn
X-Division
Referee: Mike Michaelson

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We return to ringside where the lights have been turned down low; the staging ground instead lit by several dozen torch pillars set up around the barricades. Many of the crowd have added phones and lighters to the mix, creating an eerie atmosphere... barely broken by cheering...

KD: There's a chill in the air, folks, as we come to this particular match...

P-Dug: Why are you whispering? What the fuck is up with all these candles or whatever? Did Kisikil blow out the lights already?

KD: No, little bro. These people are honoring Darna Dare, in full support of Deacon Winterborn.

Chriqui: The following contest is an X-Division match.

P-Dug: What in Christ is a 'Deacon Winterborn'?

Red spotlights hit the stage and the tron displays:

Chriqui: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds... DEACON WINTERBORN!!!

The erswhile Gatekeeper wanders solemnly onto the stage, his head bowed in prayer, dressed for an exorcism and to a slow surge of appreciation from the crowd as he finishes his prayer and throws up his arms. Monterrey breaks their near-silence to absolutely raise the roof as Winterborn makes his way to the stage, gaze resolute and jaw firmly set.

KD: His words to Kisikil were chilling, and passionate, and Phoenix Winterborn is backing them up with his appearance here tonight. He's ready to wreak vengeance and send this unruly demon back to hell - where she belongs!

P-Dug: I thought you didn't take sides? Why should she go to hell, because she 'murdered' a glorified jobber? 'Deacon' Winterborn should check his privilege, man. Kisikil's gonna Kisi-kill him.

Chriqui: And his opponent, from the Other Side of the Mirror, weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds... KISIKIL!!!

The red spotlights fixate on the stage again, and then sputter and die, sparks flying as yet another electrical fault blights Friday Night Rampage. The crowd pre-empt the appearance of the self-proclaimed goddess with jeers and boos, all but drowning out the ferocity of the music, and it's not until the barely-audible chorus that Kisikil strides out. Her motley garb is already soaked in blood, which is dribbling slowly from betwixt her lips as she fixates Winterborn with a wide, bloodstained grin.

KD: The woman who can't ever enter normally, the woman who killed Darna Dare...

P-Dug: Now I think you're the one who doesn't listen. She is Darna Dare, she said so. Keep up, big bro!

DING DING DING

The official calls for the bell in a hurry as the Deacon, having seem more than e-fucking-nough, tumbles clean over the top rope and hits the ground running, charging up the ramp with a bellow of rage. Kisikil meets him at a saunter, grinning ear-to-ear as she walks right into a flurry of forearms and a big side kick to the gut. It launches her backwards, but she lands atop the ramp in a three-point stance, her multi-colored hair whipping briskly as she shakes off the cobwebs, and puts on a game face.

Winterborn relents not, and it's his turn to walk into an expulsion of offense. Kisikil rolls forward, effortlessly hitting a scissor-leg takedown! Both of them hit the deck, the Deacon's back arching against the uncomfortable angle of the ramp, as the demoness keeps him grounded, bracing both palms to the floor to drive her heels repeatedly into his chest. With a heave of her compactly-powerful frame, she swings halfway upright and then plunges a knee into his jaw with vicious precision, bouncing the man's skull off the unforgiving ramp.

Dragging him to his feet, Kisikil goes to hit a forward Russian legsweep, but the Deacon - flustered, red-faced, and clearly hurt - traps her arm and manages to rear into a beautiful short-range hook kick that sends the demon reeling back towards the stage. The crowd spur him on with a cataclysm of noise, and he pursues directly into an all-too familiar spinning backhand! LIGHT OF THE APOCALYPSE! She's spun around by the blow, and seized into the headlock driver that follows! The impact is incredible!

KD: She seemed to have an early advantage, truly inside this man's head, but you can never count out Winterborn.

P-Dug: Of course you can't, this is a fucking X-Division match! Everything's legal!

Pouncing to his feet with a roar, Winterborn amps up the crowd a notch, then reaches into the breast of his shirt, pulling out a gold-and-silver crucifix to a considerable pop from the largely Catholic fans. Kisikil stirs, growling an insult and spitting out a mouthful of blood that may or may not be hers. Her opponent shakes his head in return, and drives a boot into her skull, then bends down, shoving the holy cross in her face - to a sarcastic whimper and a laugh, that he answers by bringing it repeatedly down on her forehead, scraping bloody furrows before finally, brutally driving it in to a ripple of astonishment...

The crucifix is embedded a quarter-inch into the woman's brainpan, dangling grotesquely as she shoves Winterborn away, and crawls down the ramp, spitting and snarling. The Deacon picks himself up, and seems to be pausing for breath - but then produces a small, crystalline vial that glistens in the torchlight. He starts to BELLOW a prayer in Latin, striding down the ramp after Kisikil, uncorking the bottle and peppering her with the holy water inside. To the shared astonishment of the crowd, her skin SIZZLES.

Several people in the front row excuse themselves as Kisikil pulls herself up on the barricade, stinking of burning human meat and marred by deep gashes where the water's impacted her flesh. It's unpleasant, but in spite of it... she's GRINNING.

Winterborn strides forward, crossing his breast, flicking one last gout of holy water that she steps in to receive - capturing his arm with a hiss that's as much pleasure as rage, twisting him abruptly into an armbar legsweep - that sends him crashing sickeningly into the top of the barricade. She clings on to the arm, wrenching it painfully before bringing his fingers to her mouth and gnawing on them. Fresh blood bubbles from his wounded joints, as the Deacon struggles to stack up the demoness, raining down heavy blows that send her skull bouncing off the floor as she continues to cling on, limpet-like. Suddenly, there's a SNAP--

--as Winterborn's shoulder dislocates, and he plunges to the ground in pain, immediately having his back taken by Kisikil, who locks him into a camel clutch and starts tearing at his mouth, fish-hooking him as she rants and raves at the jeering fans. Several of them hurl their drinks at her, soaking both her and the Deacon. In response, she simply digs her fingers in, threatening to rip apart the babyface's baby face!

P-Dug: We knew this was gonna be physical, but holy fuck, she's letting him have it!

KD: I apologise to anyone who finds this uncomfortable to watch, but did you see the effect that holy water was having on her? Winterborn could be playing the long game to win this. He just needs to find a way out. He needs to believe.

P-Dug: Do you listen to yourself? Believe in this; Kisikil's one of the best strikers and submission specialists we've ever seen. Winterborn can pray to whatever Gods he wants. Every man taps in the end, baby.

And every woman can gas, it appears. Winterborn weathers the assault for entirely too long, making the crowd restless and uncomfortable by the time he wriggles free from the tired Kisikil, who hawks a mouthful of crimson-stained saliva at the man as he pulls himself up using the apron. His arm is hanging limply, and there's blood all over the bottom half of his face from her gouging, clawing fingernails. In spite of it, he beckons her on - his expression resolute, eyes gleaming ferociously.

Then, he reaches for his shoulder and POPS it back into place, to a sickened groan and an appreciate cheer from the capacity crowd!

Kisikil barks a laugh, snatches a drink from a fan at ringside, and mockingly pretends to bless it, strutting around as if she weren't in a fight - but on the playground, teasing a kid she's just been beating on. Never mind her own, open wounds, she's enjoying herself to an obnoxious degree. But Winterborn didn't come to play. He strides after her, making a beeline for the drink in her hand, snatching it away before she can toss it in his face, then mashing it into hers - before spinning into a backfist to the same spot! She stumbles, and he gives chase, raising a hand to blast her again; she sees it coming, though, ducking mischievously--

--and then immediately has the grin removed from her hateful face, as she buys the feint and eats a snap DDT straight into the edge of the ring steps! She's dazed, as Winterborn drops to rain down heavy-handed blows once more, lefts and rights thundering against the woman's seemingly immortal frame, the steps clattering beneath the pressure. Kisikil looks about out, and the crowd call for a finish - but Phoenix Winterborn isn't done. He pulls the demoness upright, locks her up, and hits a twisting suplex that plants her across the ring steps, her spine arching, eyes rolled back and speaking in tongues - as the Deacon makes the sign of the cross, and points to the top rope. The crowd approve, and it's with just the hint of a smile that he hops onto the apron, and ascends.

P-Dug: Oh my goodness, what is Winterborn thinking here? We've been seeing the Deacon, but this is a hint of that old Ultra-Violence. He's taken to the turnbuckle and... surely not?

KD: W-Woah, is he going to--? HOLY FUCK!

FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX!! From the top to the outside! Onto the steps!

The impact is absolutely disgusting, as Winterborn spins backwards into the 450, and splashes down onto the steel stairway with its draped demoness. With the crowd losing their fucking minds, and gradually falling into the customary, "HOLY SHIT!" (emphasis on the holy), the Deacon rolls onto his back, cradling his ribs and groaning in pure pain as Kisikil flops onto her front-side on the outside, looking like she's just been hit by a car. It's several moments before anybody can do more than suffer the aftermath, and to nobody's surprise it's Winterborn who's first to climb to his feet, nodding slowly as he approaches the downed woman.

He's taken aback as she croaks out a sinister giggle, rolling onto her side to look at him, and curling a finger in invitation - despite her sorry state, the bloody gashes, the hole in her skull, the tribulation heaped onto her spine...

She still looks like the predator here. Enough that the exorcist, the hero, actually hesitates.

Rather than finish his approach, he moves back to the fallen vial of holy water, and retrieves it.

WHAM! Out of fucking nowhere, Kisikil is on her feet and darting across ringside to blindside the Deacon with Darna Dare's finisher, the Busaiku knee ragdolling Winterborn across the nearby barricade. Fans reach out in support, trying to help him up, and then are scattered as the woman comes ricocheting wildly over the barrier, wiping out half a dozen of the crowd with a twisting crossbody! Absolutely nobody is okay with this, and a brawl erupts between the fans and Kisikil, who's holding her own, decking innocent people left and right as if she means to out-fine Gideon Gage. She breaks away from the brawl for long enough to jam a fiercely-flung boot upside Winterborn's chin, hurling him from the barricade to the apron, and then uses a fan like a climbing frame...

She LEAPS, spins three times in the air, and comes down with the backfist from possibly-literal hell, slamming her knuckles with visceral velocity against the skull of Winterborn. SOUL-TEARING FANG! Security has reached ringside, and places themselves like a shieldwall between Kisikil and the barricade, but she's got eyes only for the Deacon now. She grabs him by a handful of hair, and sinks down beside him, scooping up the fallen vial of holy water and draining the last few drops with a smug, bloody-mouthed smirk, before mashing the glass against her opponent's forehead. She follows up with a headbutt, grinding in the broken shards.

KD: Hell, and I can't over-state how literally I mean that, yeah.

P-Dug: You're using a lot of big words suddenly.

KD: This woman inspires me.

Pulling Winterborn upright, seizing an underhook, Kisikil rams in several more head-strikes, before yanking the Deacon around, and smoothly shifting grip to drag him into a facebreaker DDT! His face is broken, indeed, his nose a garish, disjointed mess, blood freely dripping from multiple wounds. His eyes are glazed, but as he's pulled upright and held at arm's length, inspected by the snarling demoness, there's something in there that still burns. Groggily, he signs the cross once more...

And then spits a mouthful of his holy blood into Kisikil's face. She stumbles away, swiping at her eyes, growling in very human pain, and he steps forward into a REIGN OF FIRE! Kick, after kick, after kick, the backspins propel he and Kisikil across ringside, the final drilling her against the corner post with a shuddering impact to the ring. She somehow stumbles and retains her feet, and so Winterborn steps in, using the edge of the ring to assist in pulling her into a big Falcon Arrow! Fired up, he immediately rolls to his feet, springs onto the apron, then bounds off the rope into a twisting legdrop!

The crowd are fully behind the Deacon, and he looks out at them wide-eyed, nodding at their encouragement, distractedly blowing them a kiss as he staggers to the apron and flips up the skirting, pulling out a stack of chairs and one-by-one hurling them into the ring, then busying himself adding a table to the mix, sliding it under the bottom rope--

--then abruptly ducking as Kisikil re-introduces herself with a scything tornado kick that might've removed his head!

P-Dug: She just won't stay down! What does he have to do?

KD: I dunno, finish the damn match, and stop screwing around?

Winterborn responds with a simple straight right, his fist slamming into the demoness' face, sending her a full foot backwards. She catches herself, feet holding firm, but he's already spinning into a follow-up backhand, going for a second Light of the Apocalypse - that she's able to counter, despite the pair of staggering punches, hooking an arm and floating over into a crucifix. The Deacon staggers with her atop him, refusing to be taken down, and eating several sharp elbows for his efforts. Shaking his head furiously, he falls backwards, dumping her violently onto the apron! He staggers to the barrier, recovering with more support from the fans, as Kisikil rolls into the ring, heaving for breath as she pushes herself to all fours.

By the time the Deacon gets back in, she's set the table up against one corner, and is ready with a steel chair in either hand. The first is whipped at him like a dart, and he flows under it, going to sweep a leg - but Kisikil hops over it, and brings the chair down on HIS leg, winding back for another swing that he blocks with a raised arm. His tries to push himself upright, but the struck leg gives way, and the demoness goes hog wild with the chair, swinging it down over and over, then dropping it unceremoniously onto the stunned man. She grins at the fans, then sinuously raises a leg up and around - in a manner too akin to a certain former gymnast...

Before using the resulting jeers and damning boos to spur on the thunderous axe kick she sends into the chair, and into Phoenix. The chair is about folded in half by the blow, and this pleases bloody, near-broken Kisikil, who's giggling to herself as she yanks the Deacon upright by the hair and pitches him into the corner - where he collapses against the waiting table. He's muttering something as she approaches, Latin words barely audible before they're struck from his mouth by a disdainful backhand.

He resumes his prayer, meeting Kisikil's angry eyes as she leans in--

--and goes for a kiss?! No. She BITES into his lower lip, taking out a fucking chunk of flesh as she tears at him like an animal. She takes a sauntering stride away, across the ring, as the Deacon tries to staunch the blood now freely flowing from his mouth.

W H A M! Kisikil bursts into a full sprint, forcing the Deacon to KISS THE BOOT! The Yakuza kick sends them both through the table, her own leg twisting sickeningly aside and Winterborn collapsing in a heap between the folded wreckage. She extricates her leg from the top rope, but immediately stumbles, taking a knee as she massages at the self-inflicted injury, glaring at the crowd - daring them to make an issue of it. It's a distraction that costs her, and when she looks around...

Deacon Winterborn is on his feet, pissing blood but somehow, despite everything, full of fucking vinegar.

P-Dug: Should have stayed down, you idiot.

KD: This means too much to him. The Deacon is not going to be denied his vengeance.

Kisikil lunges, and immediately eats a roundhouse kick to the face. She takes it on the chin, spins around, and fires off a forearm - then another, and another, driving against Winterborn with a fury that he, equally, takes, before using both arms to SHOVE her away. The demoness tumbles backwards, sprawling out with a look of disgust. Phoenix shakes his head, steps forward, and as she surges upright he feints into a superkick that lands flush, knocking her down again!

She snarls, and pops again to her feet - but the Deacon has kicked up one of the many chairs littering in the ring, catching it smartly and swinging it with perfect timing, braining the woman at the apex of her own motion. She falls to her knees, and Winterborn swings again, folding the chair over her skull, letting it fall as he flows behind her, and pulls her upright into a full Nelson - looking for a snapdragon suplex! With an impulsive surge, he gets all of it, sending Kisikil into the corner. She struggles to stand as he approaches, and assists her to her feet, laying in with chops, then another brain-rattling superkick - before following up with a jumping dropkick as she falls onto her ass! HARDYIAC ARREST!

The demoness is thoroughly rattled, and with the crowd behind him, Phoenix drags her into the center of the ring, then to her feet, keeping her in place with a few well-placed blows, before taking a calming breath. Everybody senses the end, as he lines her up for a third and final Light of the Apocalypse. He spins into the backfist, the fans holding their own breath--

--and the ARM IS CAUGHT! Sneering, Kisikil rips it behind him, locking in the chickenwing, and then going for the face, pulling him down on top of her to lock in FACE IN THE MIRROR! The Deacon is caught, and worse, the blood-soaked bitch begins to laugh again, ranting into his ear between titters, wrenching in the hold tighter and tighter, as the crowd pour out hope and prayers...

It takes too long, their faith diminishes, an eerie silence falls...

And then Phoenix's moans of pain turn into a resurgence of his spirit, and with a violent contortion he frees an arm and lashes up and out with an elbow, catching Kisikil in the temple! It rattles her, forces a small lapse in the hold, and he throws another, using this to wriggle free, flopping away from her, gasping in pain, bleeding and exhausted, crawling out under the bottom rope.

The demoness gives chase, but he turns, clutching the rope, and catches her with a double upkick upside the jaw, dragging himself out to ringside. Kisikil screams in frustration, and propels herself out over the top rope--

--only to get caught in mid-air, by a beautiful rolling wheel kick that slams her off the apron and onto the floor! Winterborn catches himself on all fours and bounds upright, hiding the obvious stumble in his step with pure willpower, scrambling onto the barricade at one corner of the ring, and reaching for one of the torches that have been lighting the way this entire time. Kisikil rises, lunges toward him, and for her troubles eats a wild swing of the torch, embers sputtering on impact, a gout of flame catching her hair and turning her head into a torch! She flails to put it out, as Winterborn drops down and approaches her...

Repeating that prayer he's tried twice already, his voice picking up pomp and power.

Kisikil - still on fire, favoring the fight over her own flesh NOT BURNING - lunges once more, grabs the torch as it's swung a second time, and bends the already-stricken arm. Winterborn keeps speaking through a whimper of pain, taken to one knee... the torch twisted against his own skin as he prays. By faith or madness he resists, as his face burns and smolders, taking what must be incredible pain for a few precious seconds as he reaches into his shirt, and yanks, producing a string of sacred beads. Only then does he twist free, using a surge of incredible effort to pull Kisikil in front of him, and loop the beads around her throat. The burning torch bounces away, trailing embers, but the fire consuming the demoness burns them both as Winterborn tightens in a choke using the beads.

He tries to work in a body scissors, tries to keep her still, but the woman is bucking and twisting, screeching in the most unholy fashion - her throat straining to do so through the choking, producing a sputtering, grisly whine. The fire finally sputters out, leaving burn marks on her skin and half her hair burned to ash. Reaching to her throat, she tears at the string, and scatters the beads as she surges to her feet, forcing Winterborn to release her. Scorched and smoldering, she stumbles away, but does so across the rolling beads, forced to catch her balance by taking a knee--

--and leaving an opening for Phoenix, who dives in behind, catching her as she tries to regain her footing, to hit a thunderous Downward Spiral! PHOENIX DOWN! Kisikil bounces off the floor, but the lightly-singed, equally-bloody man is resolute to his purpose. He's not about piling on more pain, but on finishing this, and he pulls her up, rolls her into the ring, and turns to the crowd.

He crosses his breast, and they cheer him explosively, as he slides into the ring and comes face to face with the demoness.

She's risen, but only to her knees, and is looking at him with... different eyes.

She looks scared. Terrified, and this gives Winterborn substantial pause. He shakes his head and starts forward, only to be cut off by a plaintive whine, and a loud plea in a voice that is absolutely not Kisikil's, not at all. It's deeply-accented, and carries none of her confidence or resonance, none of her cajoling cruelty. It's the voice of a scared, Asian woman.

"PLEASE!"

He's shaken, but not broken. He steps forward, wearing a deep frown, and offers this changed woman a hand.

She takes it. She's pulled to her feet.

And she's immediately ducking a backhand that sends an explosion of noise through the arena. Whoever she is, Kisikil or no, she's no less quick on her feet, but it's with a look of pure panic that she launches herself past Winterborn, glances over her own shoulder...

And on pure, desperate instinct, lashes out with Kisikil's high-impact mule kick to the skull. THE DEVIL'S DOORBELL!

Either she doesn't quite get all of it, or simply; Winterborn didn't come to play. He stumbles but doesn't go down, gritting his teeth and straightening up - right into a full Nelson, 'Kisikil' shaking her head desperately at the jeering crowd before she arches backwards, and plants the Deacon with a disgusting inside out collision onto the canvas! BLACK MIRROR SHOT!!

Perhaps, it takes two - perhaps it isn't even over. 'Kisikil' claws her way into a cover, letting out a sob.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... KISIKIL!!!!

Nobody's sure what's happening. Winterborn has taken too much punishment and remains still, not even kicking out after the fact, lying there staring up at the heavens as the hellbeast on top of him stays right where she is, too - not celebrating, not crowing about her victory, not even thinking to do more punishment after the bell. Just... crying. 'Kisikil' weeps.

KD: I seem to be saying this a lot where Kisikil is concerned, but I'm genuinely not sure what we just witnessed. An exorcism? Did it work? Is the demoness no longer in control? Either way, our winner is... officially Kisikil.

P-Dug: Uh. I... I gotta say, because it's my job, Deacon Winterborn fuckin' brought it tonight, that woman is an absolute mess. Bloody, burned, maybe broken. In spite of that, she won? I guess? Kisikil scares me, and she should scare you.

KD: Is it possible she scares herself?

P-Dug: What the hell are you even talking about?

Jason was inside of his locker room as he was getting ready for his match. Dave opens the door walking over to Jason lean over and whisper into his ear. Jason stood up looking over at the person as the camera not showing who it is. Jason is staring the person down looking at them right into the eyes. The person wasn’t in camera view while Jason was rubbing his chin with his black glove hand with a bit of a smirk.

Jason Anderson “The Boss”: Funny you made the choice to come here...

The Person just smirks all you could hear was a male voice with his hands inside of his pockets as Dave and Diana both stand up glaring at the person as they smirk looking over at him.

The Person: I am not here to cause any trouble. Just I heard what happen with your mother school and everything. You know you could have the right protection for her if you just take the deal.

Jason just laughs a bit looking stepping up to him.

Jason Anderson “The Boss”: I told you and if I have to tell you again. Like I mention before the deal you made with my CLUB when Jamie was sitting in my chair. I told you that deal is now VOID. Now you are coming up here acting like I owe you something. You will wish you never done that.

The Person: OH, the big old Bossman is threatening me I see. Jamie made a deal and when people make deals with me. In the streets there isn’t no void, and it doesn’t matter who was in what seat. I am giving you a couple more days to rethink because if not you know Angel look like she had fun at her first day of school.

Jason then snaps as he had the person up against the wall as the camera fell down to the floor with Jason glaring as Dave and Diana was trying to pull Jason off the person. Jason growling in their face.

Jason Anderson “The Boss”: LEAVE ANGEL OUT OF THIS STAY AWAY FROM HER!

Jason then calms down a bit as he starts to fix the person shirt but with a bit of glare as Dave and Diana watch them closely.

Jason Anderson “The Boss”: You might have a lot pull in the streets, but you better do your research a bit more fool. Go after my daughter... we will see who ass will be in the bottom of the ocean.

The Person looks at Jason up and down and bust out laughing walking out of the locker room. Jason looked over at Dave as he nods as he got on the phone right away to check on Angel. Jason ran his hand over his hair as he let out a growl. Jason looks down at the baseball bat and then toss it across the locker room as it slams a dent right into the wall. He grabs the door handler and swing his locker room open storming out of the locker room as Dave looks over at Diana as she goes after Jason to get him calm while the camera zooms up on Dave on the phone.

MATCH #4
Jason Anderson Vs Moxie
Singles Match - Winner Moves On To US #1 Contendership Match
Referee: Mike Michaelson

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We return to ringside where the ring crew is setting up for the next match, wiping down the ring and such.

Chriqui: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first residing in Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 215 pounds... JASON ANDERSON!!!

The arena lights start to flash on and off as NF- No Excuses came over the speakers as smoke appears on the Extreme Tron in big letters with his picture Jason Anderson “The Boss”. Jason appears on the stage wearing his hood over his head standing on his right is David  and on his left is Diana wearing all leather black with her shades on her face and blow pop in her mouth. Jason play to the crowd a bit as Dave and Diana walked on his side walking with him down to the ring.

He get inside of the ring and pop the hood off his head like AJ Styles on the top rope point a finger down to Angel. She is jumping up and down for her father as he grins and winks at her as he jump down off the corner ropes. He look right at the person across from him while he take off his hood jacket and start to test ropes a bit.

Chriqui: And the opponent, from London, England and weighing in at 202 pounds... MOXIE!!!

The Gracious Few's 'Honest Man' hits the speakers, prompting the lights to dance around the arena with an ominous red glow. Moxie emerges from behind the curtain, with Amis Shelton following closely behind. He marches to the end of the stage and glares at the capacity crowd surrounding him. Raising his fist to his jaw, Moxie lets out a roar and walks down the aisle, ignoring the paying spectators.

He slides underneath the bottom rope and rises to his feet in the middle of the ring. Moxie faces the crowd before snapping back to face the camera, emphatically raising both clenched fists high above his head before slowly descending them in stereo to both sides of his jaw.

DING DING DING

Moxie chops Anderson hard across the chest. Anderson responds by ramming a knee into Moxie’s gut doubling him over. Anderson runs off the ropes and cracks Moxie’s jaw with a raised knee dropping him back to the mat. Moxie rolls to his feet but Anderson grabs him and drives his head into the turnbuckle. Anderson lifts Moxie up for a suplex. Moxie slips out of Anderson’s grasp and pushes him off the ropes for an O’Connor roll. Anderson grabs the top rope sending Moxie rolling backward. Moxie rolls to his feet. As he steps forward, Anderson smacks him with a superkick knocking him to the mat where Anderson makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Moxie lifts a shoulder up off the mat breaking the count. Anderson lifts him to his feet but Moxie backdrops Anderson to the mat. Anderson gets to his feet where Moxie smacks him with a European uppercut. Moxie backs Anderson to the corner and whips him out. Instead of letting him go and sending Anderson to the opposite corner, Moxie drags Anderson to the mat. Moxie pulls the left arm as straight as he can he pulls back on the elbow to hyperextend it before laying the arm on the mat and stomping on it. Anderson gets to his feet clutching his elbow. Moxie cracks Anderson in the jaw with a stiff forearm that spins him around. Moxie grabs Anderson’s arms from behind and pulls him back driving him down with a tiger suplex. Moxie bridges into a pin as the referee makes a count.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Anderson manages to break free and rolls to his side breaking the count.

KD: He got him good with that and yet Jason Anderson kicks out!

P-Dug: He was dreaming of a white Christmas right there! I heard him snore and STILL he kicked out. I don’t know how. What I do know is he needs to fight back quickly before Moxie does knock him out until Christmas!

Both get to their feet and Moxie knocks Anderson back to the mat with a stiff clothesline. Moxie grabs the arm he stomped on earlier and pulls on it before stomping down on Andersons head and side again and again and again and again. Tired of stomping, Moxie pulls on the arm once more literally pulling Anderson to his feet. Moxie then heaves Anderson up and brings him crashing to the canvas with Moxie’s Crash Landing. As Anderson lays on the mat in a heap, Moxie makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Anderson manages to push himself onto his front to break the count. Moxie runs his fingers through his hair in frustration before laying into Anderson with a series of punches. Moxie drags Anderson to his feet and pulls him toward the ropes. Moxie tries to lift Anderson for a second Crash Landing but Anderson manages to reverse the move and lifts Moxie for a suplex before dropping him down onto the top rope. Anderson smacks Moxie on the back of the head and neck with a superkick before wrapping his arms around the waist of Moxie and lifting him up off the ropes. Anderson turns and drops Moxie down across his knees and shins for a Prince Stomp. He rolls Anderson over and hooks the leg.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Moxie lifts a shoulder off the mat as he rolls to his side.

P-Dug: HOW! Someone tell me how in the hell he got a shoulder off that mat!

KD: Never mind that, we need to talk about the power Jason Anderson used to hit that Prince Stomp. That’s impressive at any point in a match but especially at this late stage!

Anderson gets to his feet. He steps back to the corner. He runs at Moxie for a punt kick. At the last second, Moxie moves to avoid the punt. Anderson does turn and crack Moxie with a roundhouse kick dropping him to the mat. Anderson climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps for Jason’s Score. At the last second, Moxie rolls to the side and Anderson hits nothing but mat. Moxie grabs Anderson and lifts him. Moxie drives Anderson to the mat with Moxie’s Endgame. He rolls Anderson over and makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THREE!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... MOXIE!!!!

Moxie gets to his feet and climbs to the middle turnbuckle. He raises both clenched fists high above his head before slowly descending them in stereo to both sides of his jaw before climbing down, rolling from the ring and heading back up the ramp.

KD: That will go down in the record books as a big victory for Moxie. He moved at the right time and that gave him an opening to seal the victory.

P-Dug: ‘Moved at the right time’ you hit it right on the head there. A second too late and Jason Anderson’s music would be playing right now. That will eat at him tonight but eventually he’ll take pride in it being that close.

Camera cuts to ...

The camera cuts to the interview area, where the focus is on Rampage Interviewer Brian Spade.

Brian Spade: My guest at this time, whether you like him or hate him, you’ve gotta respect him, because he is the new HBO Broadcast Champion, Cosmo Goldworthy!

Cosmo walks into the frame, adjusting the HBO Broadcast Championship on his shoulder. Cosmo aggressively chews gum, looking around. He sniffs the air, looking around before speaking into the microphone.

Cosmo Goldworthy: You smell that, Spade?

Brian Spade: ..Smell what?

Spade nervously inquires.

Cosmo Goldworthy: It smells like bitch in here. Vespertine must have passed by ‘fore I got here.

Cosmo chuckles at his joke while Spade is appalled at Cosmo’s casual disrespect. Cosmo notices it and raises an eyebrow.

Cosmo Goldworthy: What? You weren’t a fan of that? Hm. I don’t mean to hit my inner Shinijoshi here, but perhaps you were a fan of when Vespertine tried to counter my ‘Ten Cosmo Commandments’ with some of the lamest insults I’ve seen in my life. She’s been doing this for years and the best she can come up with is: ‘Game Over, Cosmo Lost’, really?!

Spade tries to play devil’s advocate, but not even he knows what to say to that.

Cosmo Goldworthy: I could wipe my ass with toilet paper and I guarantee my shit would come up with something funnier. But anywho, I’ll run the interview from here. Tonight is going to be a tough match for me. No matter how inept Vespertine is out of the ring, she’s got ability in that ring. So how do you see this playing out?

Spade ponders that question for a second, truly thinking it out.

Brian Spade: I mean, it could go either way. Vespertine picked up the win at Destruction In Dimitris over Chris Page, yet you’ve yet to have lost a singles match here on Rampage–

Cosmo interrupts him.

Cosmo Goldworthy: You’re absolutely right, Spade, but that was a NON-ANSWER. I don’t like those. But I’ll give you an answer. The result tonight is me leaving on top, because failure is STILL out of the picture for me. So Vespertine, threaten to kill me all you want, but even if I was blindfolded and my arms and legs were bound by ropes, you still ain’t killin’ me, hun.

Cosmo continues.

Cosmo Goldworthy: I expect to walk into a down and dirty fight tonight, but I also expect to win. Vespertine is good, but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You’ve gotta be great to beat Cosmo Goldworthy.

Spade pipes up with an actual question.

Brian Spade: And if you win tonight, are you ready for what awaits you? A potential United States Championship match?

Cosmo scoffs at the question.

Cosmo Goldworthy: I was born ready for a moment like this. They call me “Money Mo” for a reason, it’s because I’m money, and I’m bringin’ Rampage money. So Vespertine? Got it. If I beat her, then it’s Jason Anderson or Moxie, cool. And if I win both of those matches, it’s a foregone conclusion that my fire can’t be put out, and I’m gettin’ that United States Championship one way or another.

Spade nods, taking in what Cosmo said, following up.

Brian Spade: And what about the EWC Rumble coming up? Are you willing to give up your new championship aspirations in an attempt to win the Undisputed Championship?

Cosmo Goldworthy: Hmph. If I lose tonight, then that’s my last resort to get back on track. Winnin’ the Rumble would be the greatest accomplishment of my short career by far – but the bigger picture is that a member of The House leave that ring on the 25th with the Undisputed Championship.. And we get one step closer to that, when JoJo softens up and defeats Lavender tonight.

Cosmo adjusts the grip of his championship as the talk of him potentially losing it this early comes up. It’s not even something that he’s factored.

Cosmo Goldworthy: I’ll put it to you like this, Spade. I’m walkin’ to that ring, and I’m winnin’ for ALL my amigos here in Mexico, because VIVA LA COSMO!

Cosmo turns the cockiness back up a dial, which immediately prompts boos from the fans, who want no part of his “attempt” to ponder to them. Cosmo hears the boos all the way from backstage and chuckles.

Cosmo Goldworthy: Sounds like they love it.

Cosmo turns, about to leave, but he turns back to Spade.

Cosmo Goldworthy: And a little parting message for you Vespertine before I go. Now, I don’t know who the fuck you paid to speak an ‘eulogy’ for me, but I ain’t white, woman. I’m black. African-American. Light caramel. Depends on the lighting, but you get the point.

Judging by his expression, Spade gets it.

Cosmo Goldworthy: “You catch what you kill”, she says. Vespertine, tonight, you learn that you don’t hunt what you CAN’T kill.. Because Cosmo Goldworthy is UNKILLABLE.

Cosmo brushes off his shoulder and pats Spade on the back, turning and walking off. Spade rubs his forehead in confusion..

Cosmo Goldworthy: VIVA LA COSMOOOOOOO!

Cosmo shouts out in the distance to the dismay of the Monterrey crowd, as the camera cuts away.

MATCH #5
King Flip Vs Samantha Hamilton
X-Division Rules
Referee: Pierce Patterson

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We return to ringside where Chriqui is ready to call the action.

KD: Folks, coming up next is another match to hype the upcoming Rumble but honestly, Polar, there's a lot more to say when it comes to King Flip and Samantha Hamilton.

P-Dug: We heard what "The Mad King" had to say about it all but tonight we're going to see how these two really feel about each other. Two former champions clashing in the most violent of ways right here on Friday nights! Take it away, Shrieky!

Chriqui: The following match is an X-Division contest where there are no rules. Introducing first from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at 165 pounds, she is Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton!

'My Mother Told Me' – L.B.ONE, Datamotion ft Perly i Lotry blares over the PA system. As it does, we see the forms of The Titaness standing at the top of the ramp. The Titaness saunters down the ramp, proudly wearing her war paint and Norse outfit as she makes her way to the ring.

When she finally gets to the ropes, the Titaness will slip through the middle and top ropes, then proceed to lean against the nearest turnbuckle. While she patiently waits for her opponent, she begins making a game plan in her head.

Chriqui: And her opponent from The Land & weighing in at 220 pounds... KIIING FLIP!!!

T H E M A D K I N G zooms from right to left across the EXT and is followed swiftly by a red pyro. 'Heimdallr' begins to play, King emerging with his usual garb if not a little more presentable for such an opponent. Darkwater looms in from behind. They get to the edge of the rampway when that arrogant half smile emerges from the King. The "Mad King" chant grows as he walks slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on Samantha Hamilton. Both look ready for war. His approach to the steps is slow, eyeballing the corner above them a second, as he slaps a few hands and hands a small child a little red 'HamilDUNG' flag. He slaps the ring corner with a smile, reminiscing a moment before sauntering the steel and quickly slipping through the ropes. Flip removes his vest and tosses it into the air, Poshmint Precisely scaring the shit out of Darkwater as she leaps in from behind seemingly out of nowhere to catch the article. The Cap'n walks to the other side of the ring muttering to himself as Hamilton and King stare off in the ring, theme fading in the background.


KD: Like him or hate him, "The Mad King" has been on a bit of a tear through the X-Division since he signed the dotted line back in 2021.

P-Dug: And tonight, against that man is no slouch in her own right. One of the greatest HBO Broadcast champions in history. TWO-time United States champion and whether you like it or not, Koala, The Titaness will always be a force to reckon with no matter what happened over there on the red brand. Samantha Hamilton came here tonight to beat him until he's "The Seeing Stars King", damn it! Ring the bell already!

DING DING DING

Flip and Sam are circling the ring exchanging words of some sort. Hamilton makes the first move and King rolls right out of the ring away from her grasp. She thunders a boot down too little too late and misses King on his exit. He backpedals quickly as she rolls through the ropes at him. Flip grabs the timekeeper and throws him at her. Timekeeper Jim, old as hell, shoulder blocks into The Titaness and she's pissed. She glares angrily at the old man as he pisses himself. She quickly realizes this man didn't accost her of his own volition but in that split second Flip strikes. CRACK! King slipped the steel chair the timekeeper was sitting on, folded it back up, and thunders it across Samantha's head hard enough to take her to one knee. Flip, vaguely surprised by the notion that Hamilton could stay up after that hit, starts getting yelled at by the old timekeeper swinging about his little bell hammer. King chuckles to himself and this sends Timekeeper Jim into a furry. CRACK! King Flip enjoys a sea of boos as the old man crumples like wet oragami to the floor. THIS infuriates Samantha into getting vertical again. CRA-NO! Hamilton catches the chair with both hands, lays a boot to the midsection of Flip, and claims the chair as her own for a moment. WHOP! Hamilton slips the chair into King's ribs to leave him in better position. CRACK! Monterrey thunders in appreciation as Flip is served two courses of steel chair from Samantha Hamilton. She's turning around to check on Timekeeper Jim when she gets CLOCKED to the thinly-padded concrete via a big boot from Morgan Darkwater. A mixed reaction from the crowd leaves Cap'n sneering as he aids Flip with a lift and roll into the squared circle. Darkwater leaves Samantha blinking on the floor a moment, lying next to her new friend Jim.

KD: Nobodies safe around The Mad King!

P-Dug: We send our thoughts and prayers to Timekeeper Jim's family at this time. Just in case.

King is collecting himself in the ring a moment, shaking his head on one knee, as Samantha Hamilton stands in a roar with the ring bell and bell hammer in hands now. She hucks the hammer at Flip. He barely evades the thing with a face first baseball slide out of the other side of the ring. The hammer clangs on the ramp and Flip stares at it for a second before shaking his head and crawling beneath the ring apron as Samantha once again checks on Jim. She helps him to his feet to a huge pop from Mexico. Darkwater gives the old man his space as Jim now wields the steel chair. Morgan looks a little afraid of The Timekeeper and The Titaness making a move on him. Instead of opting in to that smoke, Cap'n Morgan makes his exit over the guardrail to look for an exit. Monterrey cheers as Jim and Samantha share a small moment and Extreme Wrestling personnel take him from there. Hamilton looks around for Flip and sees him finally emerging once again on the opposite side of the ring as her. With his vertical arrival comes the barbed-wire baseball bat and that half smirk. Mexico is abuzz as Flip's eyes meet Hamilton's. She rolls beneath a second attempt at a big boot from Darkwater. DING!~ Morgan takes a ring bell to the dome. DING!~ And a second. EXILED TO TARTARUS! Morgan almost loses consciousness in a matter of seconds as Flip rushes around the ring. Mexico pops for Hamilton's submission signature being applied with a ring bell. Now it's Hamilton throwing someone against their will. Flip bumps backward as Darkwater stumbles at him. Hamilton swings wildly with the bell a few times but Flip barely gets away twice over. He kicks her in the midsection. She elbows him in the chest and headbutts him. King thumbs Samantha in the eye and follows with a STIFF chop to the chest. "Whooo!" goes Mexico as half the crowd realizes what's coming. SMACK!

P-Dug: THE MAD KING USED THE BATMAN ON THE TITANESS! BAT ACROSS THE BACK AND HAMILTON IS DOWN!!

KD: Well, we did say he has been on a... tear.

Sam screams out, dropping the ring bell as she rolls up the ramp. Flip looks to Darkwater as he rights himself. King hands Cap'n the weapon with a nod before laying boot after boot down on Samantha Hamilton as she makes a crawl up the steel. The two make it to the stage when a double axe handle flattens Hamilton out. Flip goes to lift Sam but she breaks away out of nowhere. Superkick! Both Titaness and King drop to their backs across the stage and Mexico pops. Chants for both competitors grow louder and louder as a few moments pass. Neither showing any give nor expecting any fairness from their opposition. They get vertical together and CLOTHESLINE each other back down to the stage. CLANG! They both slowly bounce off and get vertical once again. Samantha grabs Flip by the throat for a chokeslam but he rakes the eyes. Another chop and another "Whoo!" from Mexico. As she stings around in pain Flip clutches the back of her head and goes to bulldog her off the stage. She gets a few choice elbows in, however, and Mexico is on their feet as these two stand inches from the edge of the stage. They grapple back and forth there for a moment before shoving off of one another. Superk-no! Flip catches the superkick from Hamilton and spins her around. DEFYING THE GODS? REMEMBER!! The Mad King leaps into the air and hits what is essentially a hybrid of Hamilton's signature Frankensteiner and Flip's own Dragonrana pin. Unfortunately for Samantha Hamilton that means these two are going crashing down into some well-placed tables some many feet below. CRASH! They don't exactly stick the landing all things considered; however, it's still King Flip on top of Samantha Hamilton with both of her legs raised by the time the referee gets down to the wreckage for the count.

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DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... KING FLIP!!!!

King Flip is barely even able to stand as his hand is raised below the stage. Darkwater comes over with a microphone to hand to the recovering King. With a bit of a chuckle he and Morgan look down at the carnage. EMTs are rushing over to make sure Samantha is okay, her movement and response very reassuring to them and to Mexico. Flip smiles and nods as well, waiting for them to help her to her feet. Before her he drops to one knee and extends an open right hand to shake hers. She looks a little perturbed, shakes her head, and walks away from the King to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Flip gets back up, dusts himself off, nods, and walks in front of Darkwater on their way back to the ring.

KD: King Flip with that wildly remarkable leap off the stage for the win here folks, but, is he coming over here?

P-Dug: Samantha Hamilton ultimately alright but turning down the handshake offer from Flip, and, yeah? It looks like he is?

Flip stops at the ring with a smile. Darkwater looms in behind him.

The Mad King: It's great to see that Friday nights REMAIN a night to watch King Flip dominate on Rampage.

The green spirit of the crowd wants to boo for King and he once again just welcomes it, but the mixed reaction he gets leaves him only smiling.

The Mad King: Like The Mad King said earlier tonight, folks. We're here to send a message not just to the other twenty-nine entrants of the Rumble. But to everyone who didn't get their foot into that door. For every kid that watches that match hoping to one day have a shot at The One, the Undisputed championship of Extreme Wrestling.

King smiles as Mexico pops again.

The Mad King: My only question for you is... are you ready?

Flip is enjoying this moment a little too much with Mexico cheering for The Rumble. Again. Darkwater surprises everyone, though, as he snags the microphone from Flip. King looks elated!

Cap'n Morgan Darkwater: I'm ready.

Mexico explodes as finally, after all this time, Morgan Darkwater finally says words. Flip bings happily as the two make their way up the ramp to 'Heimdallr'. Camera cuts to ...

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MATCH #6
JoJo Rush Vs Lavender
Singles Match - Non Title
Referee: Pierce Patterson

We return to ringside where we are ready to watch a massive Champion vs Champion match between the X-Division Champion, JoJo Rush and Rampage’s own Undisputed Champion, Lavender.

KD: The last time these two matched up, Lavender used her ring-savvy to overcome the strength difference and come away with a big win. But between then and now, JoJo picked up Championship gold of his own and is looking to knock off the Champion before the Rumble.

P-Dug: If I was Lavender, I would’ve sat home, but if there’s anything we know about the champ, it's that she doesn’t back down from a fight. I’m looking forward to this!

Chriqui: The following match is a singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, representing the House, & escorted to the ring by Tori Taylor. From the Badlands & weighing in at 270 pounds, he is the X-Division Champion... JOJO RUSH!!!

JoJo's music hits and the stadium lights go pitch-black. With the stage filling with smoke, JoJo and Tori approach the stage and step into the lone spotlight. From there, JoJo points a "Too Sweet" hand gesture like a finger gun towards the ring. JoJo "fires" the hand gesture at the 36 second mark while at the same time, Tori raises the title up in front of herself pyro explodes behind him around the EXT. Tori rolls into the ring with the title in tow. JoJo stands on the apron closest to the hardcam and holds out two Too Sweets. Tori stands behind him in the ring and holds up JoJo’s title to a booing crowd. JoJo spreads his arms out wide and tilts his head back to look up to the sparkle pyro raining down on the couple.

Chriqui: And his opponent from Seattle, Washington & weighing in at 132 pounds, she is the Undisputed Champion... LAVENDER!!!

The lights go out as 'Better Without You' by Evanescence begins to play. The lights start to flash in time to the intro until the beat starts to kick up in the song. At around the thirty-six-second mark smoke billows from behind the curtains and a spotlight shines down upon the center of the stage. The lights come back on shortly afterward and out walks Lavender. She looks out across the crowd as the crowd erupts into cheer. A smile creeps across her face as she embraces their warm welcome.

Lavender begins to make her way down to the ring with a calm and cheerful demeanour spread across her face. As Lavender reaches the bottom of the ramp she walks over to the steel steps, walks up the steel stairs, and takes another glance across the crowd before wiping her feet and entering the ring. Once inside the ring Lavender climbs the nearest turnbuckle and holds her arms up high in the air to accept the warm adulation from the crowd. Lavender steps down from the turnbuckle and waits for the match to commence.

KD: Say what you want about JoJo Rush, but he’s one bad man.

P-Dug: Rush might be a best bout machine, but there’s a reason why Lavender is the champ with a near-perfect record. The Silent Princess is going to put on another masterclass on how to handle a size advantage.

DING DING DING

JoJo and Lavender pace the ring, keeping distance from each other while keeping their focus on one another. They lock up in the middle of the ring with JoJo quickly pulling Lavender in with a headlock and a takedown to the mat, but Lavender breaks with a leg lock, JoJo fights of the leg lock and sweeps Lavender’s feet right from underneath her and presses her for a pin. On– kick out! Lavender reaches up and starts setting JoJo up early for the Peruvian Necktie submission she calls Fragile Serene, but JoJo fights out of it by impressively jack-knifing Lavender into a pin. One… two… Lavender kicks out by letting go of JoJo’s neck. JoJo gets to his feet first and drags Lavender up with him to launch her into the ropes. He recoils himself off the opposite ropes to hit the Bull-Rush Lariat, but Lavender ducks under, and not only that but pulls JoJo in by the waist for an O’Connor Roll! One… two.. Th– JoJo kicks out and launches Lavender up and over the referee! JoJo pounds the mat in frustration, meanwhile, Lavender recovers by catching herself in the corner.

KD: Stiff back and forth action as we'd expect from two of the EWC's top champions. 

P-Dug: Teaching the boys in the back how to do it!

Rush sprints towards Lavender and attempts to hit her with a splash, but Lavender avoids it, causing JoJo to crash into the turnbuckle hard. Lavender turns JoJo around and chops the stunned Blackhat not once, not twice, but thrice, and it certainly wasn’t nice. The referee pulls Lavender off at the count of four. Lavender and the referee Pierce Patterson argue over the count, but the distraction proves costly when Lavender walks right into JoJo’s boot, stunning her enough for JoJo to explode out of the corner and takes Lavender on a trip to Suplex City. Despite the vicious booing JoJo faced before, the crowd counts along with Tori through the Suplexes. Uno! Dos! Tres! Cuatro! Cinco! And with Cinco, JoJo bridges into a pin. One… Two… Th– kickout!

Lavender writhes in pain, holding her back as JoJo slowly gets back to his own feet and pulls Lavender up to his shoulders for the fireman’s carry cutter, the G90! But Lavender holds onto a set of nearby ropes and fights for dear life. The ref calls for a rope break, but JoJo pulls Lavender free from the ropes with Lavender’s feet aimed toward the referee, but Pierce ducks the move, and Lavender slips herself free from JoJo’s grip and tackles the Blackhat up and over the ropes with JoJo landing awkwardly onto the apron before falling onto the ground. Lavender quickly raises to her feet and drags JoJo into the barricades. She winds back up to the ring posts, then hits JoJo flush with a Poetry in Motion. Crashing JoJo into the barricade while Lavender gracefully lands on the barricades. She stands on the barricade and faces the crowd with her hands raised. The crowd cheering wildly for the Undisputed Champion!

P-Dug: This crowd loves Lavender. JoJo is fighting back against a biased Rampage crowd.

KD: Support your champion! 

Rush holds his neck and chest in pain, but he wastes no time punishing Lavender for celebrating by sweeping her feet right from under her, causing the Silent Princess to fall and crash into the barricade. Patterson gets to the count of eight before JoJo rolls back into the ring and back out to collect Lavender off of the barricade by her waist, and lines her up for a Gutwrench Bandera Bomb onto the ring apron, but Lavender recovers by landing on the apron, she goes for a kick from the apron, but JoJo ducks the kick and jumps up onto the apron and chops Lavender hard across the chest, stunning the woman long enough for JoJo to grab her in another gutwrench, but this time JoJo wrenches Lavender from the apron, up and over the ropes, and into the ring! Knocking Lavender out cold! The crowd chant “Holy shit!” with JoJo hanging onto the apron, exhausted from the incredible feat of strength and balance. Tori bangs on the apron to get JoJo focused back on the match at hand. Rush stumbles through the ropes and goes directly for a pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout! JoJo and Tori are in disbelief!

Rush smacks the mat and argues with the referee from the canvas, he passes Tori a look, then JoJo goes to the corner and lines up Lavender for the Big Iron on Lavender who slowly sits up in pain. Tori climbs onto the apron to get the referee’s attention, JoJo rolls his right sleeve inside-out, loading the Big Iron to take out the Champion permanently. The crowd boo immensely, desperate to get Pierce to turn his attention around to JoJo. Rush stalks Lavender in the corner, waiting for her to get in perfect position for the finisher, but the crowd erurpt in cheers as Ruthann sprints to the ring from the stage behind JoJo and stops the Blackhat by grabbing hold of one of his legs. The distraction gives Lavender enough time to not only recover, but to run at JoJo and hit the Blackhat with another Poetry in Motion! Ruthann lets go and ducks underneath the ring to go unnoticed by Patterson, the second Poetry in Motion lands perfectly, JoJo bounces out of the corner in pain, and Lavender impressively collects JoJo and finds the strength to hit a Brainbuster. Pierce hears the action and turns back around to focus on the match, he watches Lavender roll through the Brainbuster and the follow up with an even more impressive Falcon Arrow, Wilted Flower! But the move takes too much out of Lavender, and with the size difference, Lavender wastes precious seconds reaching to grab hold of one of JoJo’s legs. One.. two… thre– kickout! Lavender collapses in disbelief.

P-Dug: That was as close as you can get without ending the match!

KD: A match of the year contender right here!

Tori sees Ruthann’s involvement and sprints around the ring to lock up and get into a messy brawl with Ruthless Aggression, while Patterson shouts at Ruthann and Tori tangling up outside of the ring, Lavender uses the time to recover, while JoJo takes the moment to peel off his loaded-elbow pad and tosses the pad away.Meanwhile in the ring, Pierce begins the double-down count out, Lavender and JoJo help each other up to their feet, Lavender opens up with a sharp knife-hand chop across JoJo’s chest. JoJo staggers back, a bit in disbelief from Lavender’s strike, he returns the chop with one of his own, the crack of which echos across the arena that woos in response. Lavender holds her chest in pain but shakes it off to return fire with a vicious chop of her own, the chop cracking and echoing to an arena that woos for Lavender--

The chop staggers JoJo, but it was a ruse as he runs himself into the ropes to slingshot himself towards the Silent Princes for another Bull-Rush Lariat attempt, but Lavender catches the rebounding JoJo and plants him with the Amity Affliction Spinebuster! An exhausted Lavender throws herself on top of JoJo and hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... LAVENDER!!!!

The winner gets no time to celebrate, the victory music can barely play before Ruthann levels Tori on the ramp with a Bull-Rush Lariat, JoJo’s own finisher! The Hall of Famer stands over the laid out bodyguard and beckons for JoJo to charge her. The beast, despite exhausted from the match, roars in anger and charges directly toward Ruthann and the two tie up and roll around the ground trading blows.

KD: Lavender got the win here tonight, but things have broken down here!

P-Dug: The House is being unjustly targeted!

Sprinting down the ramp came Jamie Love and Callie Clark of the House who sprint from the Entrance to provide back-up for Rush, but before the numbers advantage can fully take advantage of beating down Ruthann, Lavender launches herself into the fray and ties up with Callie. The HBO Broadcast Champion, Cosmo Goldworthy his tag partner, Bruce Booth, Brawl’s Tyler Bradford, and Paramount’s Eddie Dozier get in on the action as well! The House divide and conquer. Lavender and Ruthann are battered down with a flurry of stiff strikes and kicks, but then, Jason Anderson, Luke Saito, and Amber Lisa rush down to help with Amber charging Callie head on and spearing her into the ring apron. Luke takes several cracks at Eddie and Tyler with a kendo stick. To the surprise of nobody in attendance, Brian Knight and Mark Paulson of Next Level fame sprint into fray with superkicks for everybody. Brodie pulls out a glock from his waist, but Dan talks him down, toss the gun aside, and then join the fray. 

Toward the commentary table, Lavender uses a chair to great effect and wraps the steel chair around Brian, and then plants a gut shot with the lip to Mark. Lavender cracks Mark several times across the back with the chair, but then Cosmo comes flying in and Superman punches the chair out of Lavender's hands. The House begin to take control of the brawl with the House in full force, the numbers game was too much--

Fujinami: FUCK THE HOUSE! FUCK THE HOUSE!

Yells Fujinami, who comes sprinting out with the House Hunters in tow, with Fujinami leading the charge with a spare turnbuckle. The crowd cheer loudly for the three heroes throwing themselves into overwhelming odds, but the arena explodes as the Rampage locker room clears out to even the odds. Pandemonium breaks out in the arena as a massive brawl breaks out around the ring, along the ramp, and even in the stands. Grizzly comes out with an army of security. Rampage General Manager Grizzly Duggan directs traffic and attempts to get hold of the riot breaking out on his show. Waves of security finally separate the roster from the House. The two yelling and shouting at one another with Security pushing and pulling with the massive crowds in a dire bid to restore order. The Blackhat manages to break free for a moment, but a wave of security cuts JoJo off from Ruthann, who also breaks herself free to fight some more, the struggle lasts well into a commercial break. 

Camera cuts to ...

MATCH #7
Shinijoshi Vs The House Hunters
Trios Tag - Trios Tournament Semi Final Match-Up
Referee: Toyo Yasahiro

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We finally got some order after heading to a commercial break. 

KD: Crazy happenings a few moments ago, but we've finally got some order.

P-Dug: Order in the court!

Chriqui: The following match is a semi finals match in the Trios Tag Team Tournament. Introducing first, the trio who will oust The House... They are the team of Hiroyoshi Fujinami, Captain EWC and Jon Snow ... THE HOUSE HUNTERS!!!

OUR HOUSE... IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR STREET

Hiroyoshi Fujinami comes sprinting out from the back.

Fujinami: FUCK THE HOUSE! FUCK THE HOUSE!

Hiroyoshi heads to the ring, trying to get the crowd in on his chant. When he gets to the ring, he loses his footing and falls into the ring-steps, faceplanting into the apron. Hiroyoshi grabs the ring-apron and pulls himself under the bottom rope into the ring. He rolls onto his back and attempts a kip-up, but overshoots and lands face first in the middle of the ring. He rolls back onto his back and lets out one more defiant cry of...

Fujinami: FUCK THE MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE!!!!

Some sparklers will spark on the ring-posts. Captain EWC comes crawling out from under the ring. He smashes a light-tube against his head and then he rolls in and lays next to Hiroyoshi. Jon Snow comes riding a motorcycle down the ramp, a vehicle that will only ever be seen for these trios entrances. Probably because he doesn't actually know how to drive the damn thing but thought it looked cool.

Chriqui: And their opponent, Representing Shinijoshi... Emiko Okita, "Headhuntress" Aiya and Stephanie Matsuda!!!

Dance in the Game by ZAQ hits as the lights go out and as members of Shinijoshi make their way to the ring as shadows walking through fogs of alternating colours, the most jubilant member strikes the team hand sign as the lights turn back on.

KD: Whoever wins this match, they go on to face The House in the finals of the Trios Tournament. A match that will take place on a future episode of PARAMOUNT Wrestling.

P-Dug: Both of these teams have a lot of reasons for wanting this win, and I think either team would be a big fan favorite against The House. But frankly, I think this match is to determine second place, because The House doesn't fall easy.

DING DING DING

Emiko Okita and Jon Snow start this one off as the legal competitors. Jon Snow raises up his hands looking for a test of strength, Emiko obliges. After a few seconds of struggle, Jon Snow twists into an arm-wrench, and then he pulls Emiko forward into a short/arm clothesline. Emiko hits the ground and then bounds up to her feet, Jon Snow lays into her with a lariat that knock her back off her feet. Emiko hits the ground and bounds up again, right into another lariat. Emiko back up to her feet, Jon Snow goes for it... Emiko ducks! Jon Snow spins around and gets blasted by a lariat from Emiko. The impact send Jon Snow backwards on hobbled legs. Emiko jumps up off her feet and spins said feet into Jon's face with a giant dropkick. Jon's head whiplashes backwards and he leaves his feet into the direction of a neutral corner. Jon Snow crawls into the corner and drags himself up. Emiko rushes in and sends a superkick into the back of Jon's head. Emiko grabs Jon's wrist and sends him out of the corner with an Irish-whip, right into a double superkick from Stephanie Matsuda and Aiya. Aiya pulls Jon up by his head and shoves him backwards into the ropes, on the rebound the trio floor Jon with a triple superkick. Emiko goes for a cover!

ONE!
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TW... KICKOUT BY JON SNOW!

Emiko tags out to Aiya. As Jon tries to stand, Aiya hits the ropes, rebounds off the ropes into the opposite ropes, Aiya rebounds off those ropes back to the starter ropes, Aiya blasts off those ropes like a speeding bullet and she brings her leg up to big-boot Jon. The impact off the rebounding big-boot sends Jon off his feet into the Shinijoshi corner. Aiya tags out to Matsuda, who shoves Jon out of the corner and then springboards in with a Final Heaven forearm smash into the back of Jon's head! Matsuda covers!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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... KICKOUT BY JON SNOW!

KD: Shinijoshi are really taking it to Jon Snow in this one, this one could be wrapping up here soon.

P-Dug: If House Hunters don't get in there and stop this, I think you're right. 

Stephanie Matsuda drags Jon Snow up by his head, and then she spins around into an uraken spinning backfist that drops Jon Snow to his knees. Matsuda drags Jon up again and she leaps up onto his shoulders going for a hurricanrana. Jon takes a few steps backwards and then he drops Matsuda off his shoulders into a Stungun on the top rope. Jon stumbles to the side and tags out to Captain EWC. Matsuda backs off the ropes holding her throat coughing up phlegm. Captain EWC scales the top turnbuckle before throwing himself off into a diving headbutt into Matsuda's back like a torpedo. Matsuda grabs her back and spins around to try and uraken Captain EWC, but Captain EWC catches her hand into a Spanish Fly! Captain EWC pulls himself up grabbing Matsuda's wrist and dragging her up into another short-arm clothesline. Captain EWC maintains wrist-control and he drags Matsuda up into an Irish-whip in between the top and middle rope to the outside. Captain EWC does a front-flip over the top rope into a diving double stomp on Matsuda's back!

Captain EWC drags Matsuda up and sends her into the ring. Cap jumps up on the apron and then he front-flips over the top rope into a leg drop and cover!

ONE!
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TWO... KICKOUT BY STEPHANIE MATSUDA!

Captain EWC tags out to Hiroyoshi Fujinami. Hiro pulls Matsuda up and then gives a knife-edged chop that sounds like a gunshot into her chest. Matsuda tenses up in pain and Hiro throws another two knife-edged chops. Matsuda shakes off the pain and yells for another. Hiroyoshi explodes another chop into Matsuda's chest and she falls backwards taking a knee. Hiroyoshi shakes his hand, trying to get some feeling back into it. Hiroyoshi drags Matsuda up and goes for another chop, but this time Matsuda leaps backwards and brings her leg up to enziguri Hiroyoshi! Matsuda turns and crawls back to her corner, getting the hot-tag on Aiya. Aiya jumps into the ring and comes in with a big-boot to Captain EWC, knocking him off the apron to the padded concrete. Aiya spins around and catches Fujinami with an elbow smash to the back of his head as he tries to stand. The elbow sends Hiro into the ropes ahead of him, Hiro hits the ropes chest first and then spins into a rebound right into a spear from Aiya. Aiya covers!

ONE!
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T... KICKOUT BY HIROYOSHI FUJINAMI!

P-Dug: Crazy spear from Aiya there, I really thought she had it. 

KD: I have a feeling this one is winding out now!

Aiya tags out to Matsuda. Aiya drags Jon Snow up and then she Irish-whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Aiya and Matsuda go for a double superkick, but Hiroyoshi rolls through under the boots. Aiya turns around to face Hiroyoshi. Hiro grabs on a bear-hug and belly-to-belly overhead suplexes Aiya out of the ring. Matsuda spins around and catches Hiro with a STO. Matsuda drags Hiro up by his head and sends him into the ropes. On the rebound Matsuda floors Hiroyoshi off his feet with a dropkick. Stephanie Matsuda climbs up the tope turnbuckle and yells out, looking for it. Stephanie Matsuda jumps into the ring looking for Cloud 9... but Jon Snow rushes in and catches Matsuda mid-air with a lariat! Jon Snow drags Matsuda up by her head into a hair-pull lariat that floors her inside out! Jon Snow yells out, but Emiko comes up from behind and grabs his arm to rip-cord him around into a Lights Out lariat! The impact sends Jon Snow off his feet into a backflip landing on his stomach. Emiko turns around and sees at the last second as Captain EWC rushes into her and flips up onto her shoulders into a flipping piledriver he calls the JoJo Rush Destroyer! Captain EWC gets to his feet and he turns around into a OTK Buzzsaw Kick! Hiroyoshi spins Aiya around and sends her into the ropes, catching her on the rebound with a spear that turns her inside out. JoJo Rush's Worst Fear! Stephanie Matsuda comes up from behind Hiroyoshi and drags him into a sleeper-hold. Matsuda lifts Hiro going for a suplex, but Hiro shifts his weight and brings Matsuda up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Hiroyoshi drops the fireman's carry into a waist-lock into a high-angle German suplex that drops Matsuda right on the back of her neck! Hiroyoshi maintains waist-control and he spins up to drag both himself and Matsuda up. Hiroyoshi drops the hold and brings his elbow into the base of Matsuda's skull, dropping her to her knees. Hiroyoshi drags Matsuda up, spins her around and brings the point of the elbow into Matsuda's head a second time, then a third time! The Fall Of The House! Hiroyoshi covers!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall and advancing to the Trios Tournament finals ... THE HOUSE HUNTERS!!!!

Toyo Yasahiro helps Hiroyoshi Fujinami to his feet and raises his arm in victory. Captain EWC and Jon Snow help each other to stand. The trio hug each other and then point hand-guns at the camera, a clear warning to The House. The House Hunters leave the ring, while Shinijoshi help each other up and get an ovation from the crowd for their effort put in tonight. 

KD: The House Hunters are doing it, they are going to face The House in the Trios Tournament finals. Six matches in, and they might already knock a peg out of The House!

P-Dug: And don't discredit Shinijoshi. If Matsuda had been just a second faster on that sleeper suplex, I think that was it and the match was won. 

Camera cuts to ...

The ring announcer waits in the ring, ready to call the next match, when "La Rivolta" by Redska blares over the EXT. Monterrey goes wild as for the first time in a long while, Cassius H Kissinger comes flying through the curtain with a pointer finger already up in the sky. He turns that finger's attention to the ring announcer and makes a run for the ring. Mexico cheers as the Masked Superhero slides gracefully into the ring, then awkwardly rolls onto his back to kip up for no reason. This proves difficult for someone wearing a cape but CHK endures! He kips up with something less than grace to a mixed reaction and snatches the microphone from the ring announcer.

Cassius H Kissinger: I AM A SUPERHERO!!!

Cass looks perturbed as the arena erupts in cheer.

Cassius H Kissinger: But there are some of you... some of the Rampage superstars... that don't believe in superheroes, folks. And that'd hurt my feelings IF I WASN'T A SUPERHERO!!!

A "Su-per he-ro" chant begins. Cassius nods and encourages it to grow.

Cassius H Kissinger: So to all the villains out there who THINK for a SECOND that the caped, the masked, the quality-braided beard of the man you all cheer for here today is FAKE!? Well... sure, The Best of Rampage tournament wasn't a SUPER EXPERIENCE!

He once again throws up his pointer to the sky.

Cassius H Kissinger: There were certain Boss Andersons, certain Moxienator5000s, that sent this super hero super packing in that tournament. But that doesn't mean that Moxienator5000 won in the end and it doesn't mean this super hero will sit idly by while Slumlord Housing Institute of Terribles continues to expand like a funky moss you walk by because it isn't your problem. Well, Mexico... S.H.I.T. has HIT THE FAN AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE IT! AND DO YOU KNOW WHY!?

"I AM A SUPERHERO!"

Kissinger nods with a big smile when the crowd erupts in his catchphrase. Mexico continues back on their "Su-per he-ro" chant when Cassius lifts the microphone.

Cassius H Kissinger: That's right, folks, and whether it's "Jailbait" JoJo, The Coz, Callistra Clarkington, or Joke Severn himself! WE WILL NOT BUDGE. WE WILL NOT FALTER. WE WILL NOT WAAAAAAAAAAAAANE like some brodie with a cane... and of course, Mexico, remember...

He leans in with as if he's going to whisper, then skyrockets into the air with his pointer up high!

Cassius H Kissinger: THE H! STANDS FOR! HHHHHhHHHHhhhhhhhhHHHHHhh...

He takes a second breath to a cheering crowd.

Cassius H Kissinger: HESADANGERTOYOURSHINYBELTS! HAHA!! LATER, SUCKERS!!!

Cassius almost eats shit leaping out of the ring, over the top ropes some spinny flippy bullshit, and barely sticks the landing just before the rampway as "La Rivolta" plays again. Mexico cheers. Cassius leaves. The ring announcer has to get a new microphone as cameras go to...

MATCH #8
Vespertine Vs Cosmo Goldworthy
Singles Match - If Cosmo Goldworthy Is Champion: HBO Broadcast Championship. Winner Moves On To US #1 Contendership Match
Referee: Toyo Yasahiro

We return to ringside where the Monterrey crowd is buzzing in anticipation for the co-main event, the HBO Broadcast Championship match.

KD: Cosmo Goldworthy makes his first defense of the HBO Broadcast Championship tonight, and not only that, but the winner of this match will move on to compete in a number one contendership’s match for the EWC United States Championship at Uncensored!

P-Dug: Extremely high stakes for both Cosmo and Vespertine, as one of these two leave tonight with the championship around their waist and the opportunity to earn a second one.

Chriqui: The following match is a singles contest scheduled for one fall, and it is for the HBO Broadcast Championship and a United States Championship number one contenders match! Introducing first from The Eternal Gates & weighing in at 115 pounds... VESPERTINE!!!

(The arena lights go out. The buddhist chanting continues and then the arena lights go black light and Vespertine comes up from below (Gangrel Style), hood up, head down, dressed in her wrestling gear. When the lift stops the buddhist chanting slowly dies down. Over the loudspeakers you hear.)



Ves: You will feel...



DEATH....



by...



DIVA!



("Fade out Line" hits and for several minutes she looks down. Then slowly, surely, she lifts her head up and opens her eyes upon which in the black light, they are all lit up in eerie white orbs(insert color here) pupilless and she looks around at the audience. Then she reaches out to them as if encompassing their souls. She steps off the lift gets to the edge of the stage, looks around, then points suddenly at the ring where two streaks of lightning hit the ring coming from opposite corners of the arena. She saunters down to the ring in time to the music. She goes around to all four corners and bows to them, then goes to the ring steps, bows once more, goes up the steps and goes through the ropes, wiping her trenchcoat duster away from her body. She goes to the middle of the ring where she looks around at the audience then looks up and raises her hand in the air in the sign of a V. She suddenly brings it down whereupon blue fire pyro pillars go off at each corner. She looks around and then focuses on her opponent (if last in). She watches her opponent as she goes back to a corner where she hands her jacket to a ring techie. Then she bows her head to remove her hood and we see her eyes are once again their normal dark pupils. She prepares for the match by putting hand to fist and bowing to her opponent.)

Chriqui: And her opponent from The Golden State & weighing in at 201 pounds... THE HBO BROADCAST CHAMPION, COSMO GOLDWORTHY!!!

Gold and white lights strobe around the arena as 'Mo Money Mo Problems' blares through the PA boxes. Cosmo Goldworthy swaggers out with a smug grin on his face. He stops at the start of the ramp, raising the HBO Broadcast Championship up. "Enjoy it while 'ya got it, baby!" He shouts out, chuckling to himself as he continues to walk down the ramp. Cosmo looks at the fans reaching out and sneers at them. He slides up the apron and enters the ring, proceeding to march over to the top rope and raise his arms up one more time. Cosmo nods his head to the tune of his theme song, dropping off the top rope. He shimmies his shoulders, removing his Louis Vuitton® sponsored entrance gear before the match begins.

As Cosmo rubs the back of his head, he paces around the ring– still agitated from earlier’s brawl.

KD: Vespertine is fresh off a big time win over Chris Page at Destruction in Dimitris, and imagine if she continues that hot streak with a victory over Cosmo Goldworthy tonight! We may be looking at a future United States Champion if she pulls this off!

P-Dug: You speak of streak– and there’s no one in the EWC with a streak quite like Cosmo Goldworthy! He’s yet to have lost in singles action, nor on Rampage, and I don’t see it ending tonight with all due respect to Vespertine!

DING DING DING

Upon hearing the sound, Vespertine charges forward and blasts Cosmo with a shotgun dropkick into the turnbuckles! Cosmo holds his back, skidding up to his feet as Vespertine grabs him in a muay thai clinch and starts throwing repeated knees to the body. Cosmo shoves her off, irritated as he swings forward into a Scorpion Kick, but she sidesteps it! Cosmo frontrolls to his feet, and walks right into a step up enzuigiri! Cosmo is on his fours, as Vespertine bounces off the ropes - but Cosmo finally gets up and LARIATS HER HEAD OFF! Cosmo rubs his side, annoyed by how this match started. He sees Vespertine try to rise, and immediately boots her back down. Cosmo kicks Vespertine onto her back and starts dropping knees on her throat, repeatedly. Vespertine coughs out in pain, and again tries to sit up - only to be kicked right back down. Cosmo sneers at the booing crowd, and then turns back to lift Vespertine up. He staggers her with a blistering knife edge chop, but she responds with one of her own! Cosmo yelps out in pain, as Vespertine fires off another chop! And another! And another! Cosmo wobbles against the ropes, and Vespertine takes his wrist for an irish whip! But Cosmo counters with one of his own!

Vespertine bounces off the ropes, trying to stop her momentum but Cosmo takes the head and swings into a neckbreaker! Cosmo floats over Vespertine, placing his knee on her chest and flexing for the first pin of the match.

ONE–Vespertine kicks out!

Cosmo rolls his eyes, picking up Vespertine. He slaps the side of her head, staggering her. Cosmo sees Vespertine stunned and bounces off the ropes, and leaps right into a SAVATE KICK! Vespertine is down and Cosmo steps over her, marching to the ropes and climbing up the middle rope. He flexes, looking around. “VIVA LA COSMO!!” He shouts out with glee, to the dismay of the crowd – who weren’t pleased when he said it earlier. Cosmo drops down and turns back to Vespertine, but she’s already up and swings him forward with an armdrag! Cosmo rises, catapulting himself into another armdrag from Vespertine! That’s two in a row, and then she tosses Cosmo forward with a JAPANESE ARMDRAG! That’s three in a row! Cosmo is leaning on the ropes, and Vespertine looks to lariat him over the top but Cosmo catches hr with a boot just in time! Vespertine holds her jaw, and Cosmo runs off the ropes for a back elbow, but Vespertine catches the waist! She looks for a german suplex, but Cosmo holds his ground! Cosmo with a standing switch! He lifts Vespertine for a german suplex of his own– but she wheelbarrows herself into a victory roll!

ONE!

TWO–Cosmo kicks out, rolling into a pin of his own!

ONE!

TWO–Vespertine kicks out, and they both rise up!

Vespertine clobbers Cosmo with a roundhouse kick to the chest! But Cosmo responds with an axe kick to the head! Vespertine falls to her knees, and Cosmo bounces off the buckles to leap into ANOTHER.. BUT VESPERTINE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Cosmo barely lands it, and she grabs Cosmo from behind, TOSSING HIM WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX!

KD: Ouch, that's going to leave a mark!

P-Dug: Vespertine is set to prove she's the best on Rampage, and end Cosmo at a V1 reign. 

Vespertine wastes no time, bridging it!

ONE!

TWO!

COSMO KICKS OUT!

Vespertine rolls over, starting to feel the wear and tear of this match. Cosmo rolls away, sliding under the bottom rope to the apron. He starts to pull himself up, huffing and puffing as Vespertine backs up. She sees Cosmo and leaps up the middle rope into a triangle lariat of sorts, but Cosmo ducks it! Vespertine lands back in the ring, but her back is turned and Cosmo pulls her neck and hotshots her off the top rope! Vespertine stumbles forward, holding her neck. Cosmo sees his opportunity and pulls on the ropes, smelling blood in the water. He slingshots forward into the ring, into the GOLD RUS– VESPERTINE DUCKS IT! Cosmo turns back to Vespertine, who grabs him by the head and runs up the top rope! Shiranui! Cosmo holds the back of his head, wheezing out in pain.

She crawls over to the cover, but Cosmo once again is wise to roll away. Vespertine follows after Cosmo, grabbing a handful of his hair and starting to pull him up - but Cosmo thumbs her right in the eye! Vespertine holds her eye, yelping out in pain as Toyo Yasahiro marches over and scolds Cosmo, immediately sensing something was up. Well aware that he won’t throw this one out, Cosmo takes advantage and follows up with a chop block. Cosmo throws his full body into the back of Vespertine’s knee, taking her down. Cosmo kneels up, breathing heavily. He grabs Vespertine’s hair this time, Yasahiro following up with a warning. “She did it first, asshole!” Cosmo bites back at Yasahiro, then follows up with some closed fist punches to the top of Vespertine’s head. Cosmo is really starting to get on Yasahiro’s nerves, who breaks his referee count to start to pull Cosmo off of Vespertine!

Cosmo gets in Yasahiro’s face, and the two trade words - but Rampage’s senior official doesn’t back down for a second. He shoves past Yasahiro, stepping up to the ropes and extending his arms out. “Are y’all not entertained?!” Cosmo arrogantly yells to the Monterrey crowd, that boastful grin appearing.. But their response is far from pleasant!

“CULERO! CULERO! CULERO!”

Cosmo is taken aback by the response from the fans and shakes his head. He turns back to Vespertine, disgusted – ONLY FOR HER TO CHARGE INTO THE EPICALLY DIVA! VESPERTINE SLAMS COSMO’S HEAD RIGHT INTO HER KNEES!

Vespertine crawls over, quickly making the cover!

ONE!



TWO!



THR–COSMO THROWS HIS SHOULDER UP JUST IN TIME!

P-Dug: Oh my, I thought that was it. But Cosmo with a last second kickout. 

KD: It doesn't get closer than that folks. 

Cosmo rolls away, holding at the top of his forehead as he checks for blood. He shakes his head, grabbing on the ropes. Vespertine grabs him in an inverted facelock, looking around! She’s calling for the move she beat Chris Page with, the Breaking The Bank! Cosmo plants his feet firmly on the middle ropes, flipping behind her! He takes the arms, twisting them! GOLD MINE– Vespertine shoves Cosmo off! Cosmo quickly turns, and Vespertine charges into him, taking Cosmo into a tilt-a-whirl, only to lock in an OCTOPUS STRETCH!

The Octopus Stretch is locked firmly in, and Cosmo screams out in pain! He reaches out, groaning, because this is exactly what he was trying to avoid! Vespertine pulls back on the wrist of Cosmo, and starts to reach for the fingers– but Cosmo starts to use his strength, and he RAMS THEM BOTH INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! Vespertine is flipped inside out as half of her body makes contact with the top and middle turnbuckle. Cosmo falls to his fours, gasping for air. He crawls to the center of the ring, unaware that Vespertine has rolled out and started climbing up the top rope.

Cosmo looks back in shock of her endurance, but he wills himself up and runs up the top rope! He reaches at Vespertine, but Vespertine RAKES HIS EYES! Cosmo cries out, and she shoves him off the top rope! Cosmo lands on his feet, but he’s blinded! Vespertine raises her arms up, diving into a crossbody–

READY TO DIE IN MID-AIR FROM COSMO!

VESPERTINE IS OUT COLD! Cosmo rolls over, breathing heavily. He kneels up– and suddenly there’s a roar from the crowd, that Cosmo was NOT expecting.

“La Rivolta” by Redska begins blaring throughout the PA boxes in the building, and on the EXT is the face of Cassius H Kissinger, his video tron playing. Cosmo rubs his forehead in irritation, well aware of what’s going on here..

P-Dug: Cassius, what's going on??

KD: We've not seen this Cassius being since The B.O.R.T on Friday Night Rampage, but tonight he's all over the taping.

The music ends and the tron stops playing, temporarily ending the joy of the crowd. Cosmo rolls his eyes, and he backs up to finish his job. Cosmo turns back to Vespertine and drags her to the center of the ring, with a sinister grin on his face. He takes the arms, twisting her into the GOLD MINE!

NO! VESPERTINE BREAKS FREE AND TAKES THE WAIST! SHE DRAGS HIM TO THE ROPES..

AND PULLS HIM DOWN WITH AN O’CONNOR ROLL!

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THR–COSMO KICKS OUT!

Both quickly rise to their feet! Cosmo charges Vespertine with contempt in his eyes! She pulls the ropes, but Cosmo lands on the apron! Vespertine turns back, it’s too late..

COSMO FLIPS INTO THE RING, AND HITS THE GOLD MINE! Vespertine is turned inside out, and Cosmo emphatically makes the cover, counting along to Yasahiro’s count.

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DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall, and STILL HBO BROADCAST CHAMPION ... COSMO GOLDWORTHY!!!!

Cosmo rises to his feet, pleased with his victory - but insanely irritated by all of today’s events. Not only did he get in the crosshairs of JoJo and Ruth’s beef in his second show of being a Housemate, but then the diversion at the end of the match from Cassius H Kissinger. Regardless, Cosmo takes his HBO Broadcast Championship and climbs the top rope, raising it up high.

“HOW DO ‘YA LIKE THAT, MEXICO?!” Cosmo beats his chest and shimmies his shoulders, loudly cackling. They keep booing, but Cosmo cups his ear, egging them on some more. “Enjoy it while you got it, idiots! That was the last match inside the arena! I might as well be the fuckin’ main event!”

Still agitated, Cosmo takes his anger out on the crowd and finally rolls out, headed to the back meanwhile Toyo Yasahiro is checking on Vespertine after that Gold Rush landed flush on her head.

KD: Vespertine fought her absolute ass off tonight, but Cosmo Goldworthy notches off his first defense of the HBO Broadcast Championship en route to what will be a very interesting United States contendership match at Uncensored!

P-Dug: Mercenary and Vin Havoc, whoever leaves tonight with the United States Championship is going to HEAVILY have to watch their back! We saw Vespertine give all that she’s got, and it still wasn’t enough to defeat Cosmo Goldworthy! This kid is on fire and what a championship performance! I just gotta ask, what was up with that ‘distraction’ by Kissinger?! It clearly had no effect on Cosmo!

The Mercenary Vs Vin Havoc
MELTDOWN IN MEXICO - UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP
Referee: No Ref

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We return to ringside and cut up to the Extreme-Tron.

KD: And now our main event. The unification match for the United States Championship. This is going to be bloody, this is going to be violent, this is going to be art. 

P-Dug: Two men, nay, two brothers hellbent on killing the other, not out of spite, but out of supreme love and respect for the United States Championship.

Chriqui: Ladies, Gentlemen, and Variations Thereupon. The following match is MELTDOWN IN MEXICO match. The only way to win is to put your opponent down for 15 seconds, at which point a car door will unlock and you can leave the desert the United States Champion. Our combatants... THE MERCENARY AND VIN HAVOC!!!

DING DING DING

Our match begins with Mercenary walking around in the hot desert. Merc is whistling to himself. Merc's whistling is cut sword by the unmistakable sound of a rattler. Merc looks down near his feet and he sees some sort of rattlesnake shaking his tail and clearly saying back tf off pal. Merc drops to a knee and glares down into the snakes cold eyes. The rattle gets softer and softer until the snake stops rattling all together and puts its head down in shame. Mercenary bends down and picks up the snake. Mercenary gives the snake a head scratch and a kiss before setting it back down. "Don't you yar people, now get on, get!", with Merc's command the snake promptly fucks off and Merc continues his path towards the ring. Or at least the path he expects to head towards the ring as he gazes to the sky and follows a particular looking buzzard leading the way. 

We cut over to Vin Havoc, who is walking following a similar looking buzzard. Vin stops walking when he hears some mumbled voices off to his left. Vin walks off in that direction and he stumbles right into a drug deal?! Vin sees several men, two briefcases and a box full of cocaine. A man draws out a machete and rushes Vin. Vin ducks a swing of the machete and then floors the man with a lariat hard enough to spin him in a circle unconscious. Two men rush Vin, and he floors them both with a double lariat. Another pulls a gun and points it at Vin's head. The man pulls the trigger, it doesn't go off. He pulls it again, and again no shot. The man drops his gun and tries to run, but Vin's on him in a heartbeat ripping him up and over into a German suplex. There's one final guy, some nerdy looking fella with piss dripping down his leg. Vin wraps his meaty hand around this guys throat before dragging him up and down with a chokeslam onto a briefcase. Vin Havoc turns around as a helicopter begins to land. The pilot exits the plan, grabs the cocaine and slings it into the helicopter. "Yes Mr. Khan, I'm sure that's all of it." The man looks back at Vin. "Season tickets to Jags games if you want them." Vin shakes his head. The pilot shrugs and flies off. Vin turns around, sees his buzzard and then he begins to follow again. 

Mercenary is the first one to make it to the ring and van. It's a standard looking ring, except the ropes are barbed wire and there are weapons and tables scattered everywhere. Merc goes to work setting up some tables in the ring, then setting up some outside of the ring. He puts a sheet of glass on one of the ones outside the ring. Dumps thumbtacks on one inside the ring. Mercenary hears whistling and when he turns around, Vin Havoc is there carrying two briefcases. Vin throws both cases near the van. "Got us some money" he says. "I got us some tables" Merc says back. "You win" Vin says as he rolls into the ring and the two engage in a shoulder/collar tie-up.

Vin Havoc pulls the tie-up into a side-headlock, then he transition there into a rear-waist-lock. Vin transitions up from there into a Full-Nelson. Vin squeezes on the hold and Merc's eyes begin to bulge. Vin spins Merc out of the hold clockwise, then catches him with a discuss lariat after spinning counter-clockwise into it. The impact sends Merc backwards into the barbed wire ropes. Merc hits hard, but rebounds off into a big-boot that knocks Vin Havoc off his feet. Mercenary grabs Vin by his face and hoists him up off his feet, catching him mid-air down into a spinebuster. Merc mounts Vin and starts to ground and pound down some stiff punches. Merc dismounts Vin Havoc and drags him up by an ear. Merc pulls Vin onto his shoulders and then he Alabama slams Vin down through the table with thumbtacks! A count begins to sound from the Van.

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... VIN HAVOC IS TO HIS FEET.

The van goes silent again as Mercenary picks up a chair from off the canvas and smashes it into Vin's head hard enough to turn it into a necklace. Vin falls back into the rubble of wood and thumbtacks.

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Mercenary grabs Vin by his arm and hits a hammer-whip to send him over the top rope out to the dirt. Mercenary follows Vin Havoc out. Mercenary picks up a kendo stick off the ground and breaks the damn thing over Vin's back. Merc drags Vin up and then floors him down with a lariat. The impact sends the chair necklace flying off Vin's head. Merc drags Vin up and over into a powerbomb position, before Merc and drop him, Vin jumps off Merc's shoulders and drags him down into a DDT on the chair! Merc's busted open! Vin drags Merc up by his head and then Uranages him down onto the chair!

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Before the van can continue Vin Havoc pulls Merc up into a side-headlock and then spikes him with a brainbuster right into the dirt. Vin keeps ahold of Merc's head and pops his hips to stand and drag Merc up and down into another brainbuster. Vin pops his hips and brings Merc up and down with one final brainbuster! 

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Vin Havoc floors Merc with an insane lariat to put him back off his feet.

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While the counting happens, Vin Havoc grabs another bag of thumbacks

FIVE!

... THE MERCENARY IS TO HIS FEET

Vin Havoc sends Merc down with another lariat and then he dumps the bag of tacks over Mercenary's face, and then he shoves his hand into Merc's mouth with a mandible claw! Merc tries to yell, but only blood and spit come out. Vin Havoc uses the hold to drag Mercenary up to his feet. Vin drops the hold and headbutts Merc right in the mouth. We get a slow-motion shot as Merc's head whips back and blood, spit and tacks go flying towards the camera. Merc stumbles back a few steps. Vin Havoc advances and punches Merc, left right, left right, right... that last punch jarred Merc, who fires back several quick jabs. Vin slumps over, Merc grabs his head and knees him in the mouth until his knee is covered in blood, and a tooth. Merc drags Vin up and punches him in the jaw. Vin drops like a sack of puppies. Merc drags Vin back up by his face into a powerbomb position, before dropping him into a sit-out driver. Gonzo bomb!

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Mercenary picks up another kendo stick, and begins to whip Vin in his ass with it. Merc drops the stick and goes to the table with a pane of glass. He drags up the glass and spins around, lifting it high above his head. Merc rushes in and slams the glass down over Vin's head, shattering it and cutting the hell out of Vin. Vin falls to his ass. Merc jumps forward and smashes his boot into Vin's mouth with a violent PK.

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Mercenary drags Vin Havoc over to the ring, but Vin Havoc takes-a-back and then he pulls Merc up and over into a German suplex, sending Merc head first into the apron. Vin drags Merc up and rolls him into the ring. In the ring, Vin pulls Merc up and down into a Saito suplex into the table/tack wreckage from earlier. Vin Havoc then drags Merc up and headbutts him again, followed by a chop to the throat, followed by a lariat. The lariat sends Merc right into the barbed wire ropes. The barbed wire tears into Merc's shoulder at such an angle it completely slices to the muscle. Merc yells out in pain while Vin advances. Merc grabs the top rope and despite the wire cutting into his palms, pulls down to send Vin flying over him to the outside and the dirt. Mercenary looks around the ring and finds a staple-gun. Merc says a little prayer, grabs the gun and then staples his gushing shoulder wound shut. Merc gets to his feet, but Vin Havoc grabs him by his legs and pulls him down to his face. Vin rolls into the ring and stomps down on the back of Merc's head. 

Vin drags Mercenary up by his head, but Merc sends a kick backwards catching Vin right in the dick. Vin stumbles back into the barbed wire ropes and rebounds off into a monster lariat from Merc. Vin stumbles backwards into the ropes and again rebounds into Merc. Merc swings for the fences and Vin ducks the lariat, gives the camera a wink and then throws his entire weight into Mercenary with a lariat. The two men explode into the bared wire ropes, which break and send them both flying out of the ring into a bed of barbed wire! Both men yell out in pain as the barbed wire tears their flesh. Their faces, their chests, their legs, their arms. Everything is bleeding, everything hurts. Vin Havoc bites down on a piece of barbed wire as he pulls his wire from his legs, tearing his flesh and biting down even harder. Vin pulls himself out of the bed and collapses on the dirt, bleeding heavily.

Mercenary, still trapped in the bed, looks around, the best he can with some of the wire pressed against his fucking eyeball. Merc sees his answer, and he manages to grab a pair of wire cutters. Merc starts to cut himself free of the wire, slicing his flesh but saving his eye. Merc rolls out of the bed into his own pool of blood.

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F... BOTH MEN HAVE GOTTEN TO THEIR FEET.

Vin Havoc and The Mercenary limp over to each other. Bleeding heavily. Vin throws a chop into Merc's bloody chest. Merc throws a punch into Vin's sliced up face. Vin throws a lariat, but there's not stink on it. Merc throws a lariat, but there's even less stink. Vin slaps Merc in the face. Merc slaps Vin back. Vin slap, Merc slap. Vin Havoc grabs Merc's face, Merc grabs Vin's face. Merc brings his knee into Vin's stomach, and then using the hold on his face hoists him up into a powerbomb position. Vin screams out, his bicep spurting blood, as he transitions into a crucifix bomb, as he throws Vin back into the barbed wire bed! To Hell The Hard Way!

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FIFTEEN!!! The Van has been unlocked.

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, and sole United States Champion ... THE MERCENARY!!!

Mercenary falls down to one knee. He begins to cry. Tears of pain, tears of joy, tears of sorrow for what he did to his friend. Mercenary makes his way over to Vin Havoc, he helps Vin out of the barbed wire and to his feet. The two embrace, and then Vin falls face-first into the dirt. The Van swings open and a man jumps out. 

Driver: Ready to go? You can just leave him. 

Merc: I ain't leaving him.

Driver: Come on pal. We've gotta go. I've got shit to do. 

Mercenary leans down and whispers into Vin's ear. We can't hear it but it's probably 'good fight' or something. Mercenary makes his way up and over to the van. Merc sits down into the passenger seat, then he cracks a smile at the driver, before grabbing him by his throat and yoinking him from the car. Mercenary drags the driver to the ring and chokeslams him through table. Vin Havoc drags himself up with the help of the apron.

Vin: I got dibs on shotgun.

Mercenary gives out a hearty laugh as the two brothers in arms head to the van. They shut the doors and drive off, as a familiar looking rattlesnake approaches the bed of bared wire, with its entire family behind it. 

KD: What a brutal insane war we just watched!

P-Dug: I don't think either man will ever be the same after that!

KD: After several years of struggles, The Mercenary is finally a solo EWC United States Champion, is finally on top of Friday Night Rampage. Congratulations Mercenary!

Camera fades to ...

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END SCREEN

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SEGMENT WRITERS

King Flip
JoJo Rush
Ruthann Hunter
Jason Anderson
Cosmo Goldworthy
King Flip/Phoenix Winterborn
Moxie

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Daphne Kay

MATCH TWO
WRITER: The Mad King

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Chunks of Darna Dare

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: EWC Staff Assistant: Em

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: The Mad King

MATCH SIX
WRITER: JoJo Rush

MATCH SEVEN
WRITER: FN'R

MATCH EIGHT
WRITER: Cosmo Goldworthy

MATCH NINE | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: FN'R

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RECAP OF WINNERS

MATCH #1
Moonshine Inc Vs Silent Discotecnicos Vs The Kruel Masters Vs Young Justice
Ladder Match - Winner Earns Their Way Into A World Tag Team Championship #1 Contenders Match
WINNER(S): Silent Discotecnicos
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MATCH #2
Jamie Love Vs Luke Saito Vs SONYA
No DQ - Triple Threat
WINNER(S): SONYA def Jamie Love

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MATCH #3
Kisikil Vs Phoenix Winterborn
X-Division
WINNER(S): Kisikil

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MATCH #4
Jason Anderson Vs Moxie
Singles Match - Winner Moves On To US #1 Contendership Match
WINNER(S): Moxie

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MATCH #5
King Flip Vs Samantha Hamilton
X-Division Rules
WINNER(S): King Flip

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MATCH #6
JoJo Rush Vs Lavender
Singles Match - Non Title
WINNER(S): Lavender

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MATCH #7
Shinijoshi Vs The House Hunters
Trios Tag - Trios Tournament Semi Final Match-Up
WINNER(S): The House Hunters

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MATCH #8
Vespertine Vs Cosmo Goldworthy
Singles Match - If Cosmo Goldworthy Is Champion: HBO Broadcast Championship. Winner Moves On To US #1 Contendership Match
WINNER(S): Cosmo Goldworthy And STILL HBO Broadcast Champion

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MAIN EVENT | MATCH #9
The Mercenary Vs Vin Havoc
MELTDOWN IN MEXICO - UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP
WINNER(S): The Mercenary And SOLO United States Champion

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: The Mercenary, Vin Havoc, Kisikil and Moxie
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: The Mercenary Vs Vin Havoc, JoJo Rush Vs Lavender

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