Rampage #520 - BBB Death Match Tourney

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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...

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EPISODE #520
NOVEMBER 3RD 2023

Caesars Superdome in New Orleans, Louisiana

EWC RAMPAGE
11/03/2023
Caesars Superdome in New Orleans, Louisiana
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 Extreme-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, revealing the names of everyone in the tournament. 

{Ace King!}

{Alexander Umbra!}

{Autumn Raven!}

{Morgan Darkwater!}

{Cassie Wolfe!}

{Cosmo Goldworthy!}

{Darius!}

{Headhuntress Aiya!}

{Jackson Deane!}

{Jamie Love!}

{Jason Anderson!}

{Marquis Hathaway!}

{SONYA!}

{The Mercenary!}

{Vin Havoc!}








FNR！

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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, and Emiko Okita. We cut back to Cosmo Goldworthy who holds his HBO Broadcast Championship high, then Chris Page holding up the United States Championship. He gives a smirk of 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 the Bayou Best Of The Blast Tournament. As always, I am Koala joined by my brother Polar and we are very excited to call this nights action! 

P-DUG: A one night death match tournament. I don't even know where our brother gets these ideas!

KD: Momma always said he was the thinker! But lets get right into the bracketology. 

P-DUG: In Round 1, our opening match of the tournament sees Ace King taking on Jamie Love. Ace's struggles with The House continue and could see him out of this tournament round 1. After that we have Cassie Wolfe of Rampage taking on Morgan Darkwater of BRAWL. 

KD: Morgan is all in on this tournament, one last run in the sun with his sights trained on JoJo Rush and that X-Division Championship, whereas Cassie Wolfe is in this to show her mother she can hang with the most deadly.    

P-DUG: I bet Cassie's mother wished her daughter got a bye, but instead that went to Alexander Umbra who gets a nice breather in round 1, unlike Jason Anderson and Jackson Deane as we have another Rampage Vs BRAWL match here in Round 1.  

KD: After that, Rampage's Mercenary takes on Headhuntress Aiya of PRIME. Mercenary is on the run of his career, but Aiya is always so deadly in these matches. That's a match to watch. After that, Shinijoshi's powerhouse of PARAMOUNT SONYA takes on Rampage's Wild Thing Vin Havoc in what will be the most smash-mouth match of the first round I'm sure.    

P-DUG: Then Autumn Raven takes on Cosmo Goldworthy. And this isn't just an ordinary match. Grizzly Duggan is a tricky little devil and we can confirm with you right now, Autumn will be challenging for Cosmo's HBO Broadcast Championship as the first Rampage talent to face him in the tournament.   

KD: Talk about some added stakes!    

P-DUG: Cosmo shines bright under pressure, but maybe tonight's the night he's caught lacking.  

KD: And then rounding out Round 1, it's PRIME's Marquis Hathaway taking on BRAWL's Darius in the only Round 1 match to not feature Rampage Talent!   

P-DUG: I don't know much about Hathaway, but I know Darius is a killing machine. I hope he's ready for a war.  

KD: Everyone in the EWC at all times is ready to go to war, but tonight they'll each have to dig a little bit deeper if they wanna leave with The Blast Case. And that's just Round 1! That's not covering the other 3 rounds, or the fact we will have Lavender going toe to toe with Chris Page in our semi-final! Don't go anywhere folks, we'll be right back after this commercial break!   

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Chriqui: Introducing the House's International AND X-Division Champion, JOJO RUSH!

JoJo's entrance music plays, cuing the slow walkout of the first and only International and X-Division Champion, JoJo Rush. Escorting him, and carrying both championships on each of her shoulders is Tori Taylor. At the one minute mark, Tori raises the titles up high while JoJo kneels down and extends his arms out wide to a spotlight while towers of fire shoot around the stage entrance and down the ramp. JoJo raises back to his feet and confidently approaches the ring. Where once handed a mic, and his music fades JoJo plants himself on his knees in front of the booing fans, both hands gripping the mic in front of him. 

JoJo: New Orleans– Follow me into the light.

A lone spotlight shines directly on top of JoJo, who looks directly up to it with his arms extended out wide. He smiles brightly into the light before the spotlight dims, and JoJo turns his attention back to the booing crowd. He raises back up to his feet and paces back and forth while he speaks. 

JoJo: Tonight, fifteen– FIFTEEN unfortunate souls are riskin’ life limb n’ eyesight for a briefcase containing a shot at my X-Division Championship!

JoJo nods his head back to Tori who raises the X-Division title up behind JoJo. Flaunting the title to a frustrated New Orleans crowd.

JoJo: This championship, thanks to my hard work, and my hard work alone once again represents toughness. This championship ain’t ‘bout how great of a mat wrestler, you are, or how disciplined a kickboxer you are, or your ability to defy gravity– It’s about grit. It’s about heart. It ain’t ‘bout how hard you can hit somebody with a weapon of your choice.

Rush paces back and forth in front of Tori before throwing himself into the ropes away from the hard cam and passionately rants to the New Orleans crowd.

JoJo: No– To win a tournament like this, to beat a man like me in a hardcore match? It requires STRENGTH! It requires bein’ able to pull yourself together, get the hell back up, and be gracious for the pain you’re about to receive, ‘cause believe me, tonight every single soul competing for that briefcase deserve every moment of pain!

JoJo turns and frantically holds his hand out toward the stage.

JoJo: Some of you already know that! Some of y’all have pushed yourselves to limits you didn’t know you had and reached the mountaintop like the Mercenary. Some of y’all are ‘bout to find out that even the faces of this promotion are willin’ to rip out your heart for nothin’ more than leather n’ tin– If you don’t think Ace King won’t gut Cassie Wolfe with a light tube for nothin’ more than to get just a step ahead of his contemporaries you’re a damn fool! That’s why every single one of y’all in this tournament deserve this pain. You deserve to understand how it feels to have someone else tear you apart! Be gracious for it! Let it teach you, let it guide you to become something greater! Something more–

Suddenly, a spotlight shines on JoJo and Tori. JoJo looks directly up to the light and shouts from the top of his lungs.

JoJo: VIRTUOUS!

The light slowly dims, leaving JoJo back in the normal arena lighting. He takes a moment to breathe before turning back to the crowd.

JoJo: It don’t matter to me none who wins the tournament tonight. Nor do Ah give a damn when they decide to use that briefcase. Hell, Ah even welcome the challenge. But one look in your eyes, and Ah’ll know– AH’LL ALWAYS KNOW if you didn’t learn from this tournament. Mercenary learned from his scars, men like him, Cosmo and Havoc? They don’t let their pasts define their futures– We love them because they are free from the shackles of fate. Cosmo thanked me. Ah harassed, bullied, and abused that man and it only made him stronger. Unlike some other men, who are forever bound by their past.

JoJo saunters over and sits upon the top turnbuckle to face the stage, and the crowd. Tori stands beside him, leaning against the ropes while shouldering both championships.

JoJo: Does everyone understand that tonight, some folks are gonna cheer on Darkwater rippin’ folks in half for nothin’ more than a grudge? Ah know that man is capable of takin’ a life, its why Ah had to run ‘em through with his own blade. If he don’t win here, then he’ll treat the Mad King just as he treated me last year. This is the sickness y’all are responsible for. This weakness holds us back from achieving the things we want. It’s what’s held me back for so long– but Ah have seen the light– Ah forgave myself for trusting Darkwater, Darkwater ought to forgive himself as well. Maybe then he’ll find peace again– Cause he won’t find it tonight, nor will he find it in his match against the Mad King, and he most certainly won’t find it in a ring with me– $T. JON WILL FIND THAT OUT SOON BUT Y’ALL?-- . Y’ALL CAN FIND GREATNESS– YOU ONLY HAVE TO DO ONE THING, AND ONE THING ONLY–

JoJo drops the microphone, and reaches for the International and X-Division Championships. He stands up high on the turnbuckle and once again shouts at the top of his lungs, facing toward a bright spotlight shining onto him.

JoJo: FOLLOW. ME.

The lights flash, and alternate with JoJo’s music playing over the PA. The crowd watch in bewilderment while the two-belt Champ leaves the ring and out through the crowd to watch the event from a skybox.

The cameras come to life in the parking lot area as the majestic roar of a Lamborghini Huracan’s engine echoes throughout the setting. A few seconds pass and the supercar rolls slowly into view. The capacity crowd, watching on the big screen, can be heard audibly booing as they recognise the car and who it belongs to. The car comes to a stop and out steps Moxie, dressed in a smart casual get-up which was a noticeable difference to his usual casual attire.

Moxie reaches back into the car to retrieve a large duffle bag, slinging it over his shoulder and shutting the door behind him. The young Brit then walks towards the entrance to the backstage area where he is approached by a member of the production crew. A confident smirk appears as he tosses the key to his cherished supercar towards the crew member who awkwardly catches them out of the air.

Moxie: Hey Jimmy, be a lad and park that for me would ya?

‘Jimmy’: Woah hold up there, Moxie. I don’t have you down to compete tonight, by all accounts you shouldn’t be here.

Moxie: Just because I’m not getting into the ring, doesn’t mean that I can’t show up in case you’ve forgotten this is my show and that means if I want to show up unannounced, then so be it.

There’s an awkward silence as Moxie stares menacingly at the poor employee just trying to do his job. Moxie then cracks a smile and slaps the employee on the shoulder.

Moxie: Relax, I’m just messing with you. I know I’m not booked tonight, but Duggan wanted me here anyway. I told him I’ll show up but I’m not sharing a locker room with those other bozos, I want my own space. He said he’d take care of it.

‘Jimmy’: Uhh.. No one told me anything…

The employee flicks through his notes vigorously before Moxie puts an end to the search with a forceful hand.

Moxie: Look, just go and speak to Duggan alright? It wouldn’t be the first time he’s forgotten something important now would it?

‘Jimmy’: Uh.. yeah I’ll do that. Wait here.

The crew member darts away out of the camera view leaving Moxie alone in the shot who’s shaking his head.

Moxie: Unbelievable…

The camera then cuts away too…

Ace King Vs Jamie Love
Stip - No DQ
Ref - Mike Michaelson

We return to ringside where a plethora of tables and chairs have been strewn about, haphazardly ahead of our opening match.  

KD: After those words from JoJo Rush, and Moxie arriving at the building... It's time for the tournament to begin!

P-Dug: This match is gonna set the tone for the entire show, I imagine a blood-bath!

Chriqui: The following match is a Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament First Round Match-up. Introducing first from Takayama, Japan & weighing in at 165 pounds... 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 opponent.

Deep within the confines of Caesars Superdome, Ace King wears a determined expression as he goes through his final preparations.

Ace King: There’s something special about this place. Yeah, Halloween just passed, but spirits are everywhere, and for me? This tournament is all about the continued rediscovery of my fighting spirit.

‘The Gambler’ is still in his own world as he continues his preparation, oblivious to the groundswell of chanting in the domed stadium.

Ace King: Bayou Best of the Blast… It’s fitting that this is happening here, because a tournament like this leaves no doubt as to who’s the most resilient of us, and who’s meant to be left behind in the swamp. Sink or swim, fight or flight, whatever label you want to attach to it, a tournament like this one comes down to survival, first and foremost. When it comes to Jamie Love? Yeah, he can be capable on any given night, as anybody else in this tournament is… But while he seeks solace in The House, it won’t take long for him to realize this is an entirely different ballpark.

With that declaration, Ace starts striding toward the curtain with a purpose, passing numerous producers and assistants along the way.

Ace King: Death comes for us all at one point or another, so while I respect it, there’s no reason to fear it, and right now? I’m alive, and all I can do is live in the moment.

‘The Gambler’ flings the curtains open, and as he does, the Superdome crowd immediately hears…

"Ace of Spades" rips through Caesars Superdome, and the crowd cheers as pyro goes off in time with the opening drum beats. Ace King then calmly steps out onto the stage, his eyes narrowed and focused on the ring.

Chriqui: And his opponent from Las Vegas, Nevada & weighing in at 229 pounds... ACE KING!!!

Ace rolls his head around the back of his neck for a few seconds before focusing back in on the ring, then makes his way down the ramp, interacting with a few fans along the way. He stops a few steps short of the ring, then dives in under the bottom rope as red pyro explodes from each turnbuckle. Ace pauses on his knees in the middle of the ring for a moment before getting to his feet, his attention locked in on his opponent.

KD: Jamie Love knocking Ace King out of this tournament Round 1 Match 1 would make him revered as a god in his faction.

P-Dug: And on the other side, because of that fact King will bring a fight unlike any Jamie Love has faced.

DING DING DING

Ace King steps into the center of the ring and demands Jamie to him, for his part Jamie Love rolls out of the ring and begins to consult with his people. Ace King begins to tap his foot, unamused at this staling technique but Jamie Love keeps his back to The Gambler while he contemplates strategy. After a few moments, Jamie Love grabs two chairs and slides them both into the ring. Jamie then grabs a table and begins to slide it in the ring, but as he's sliding it in Ace King comes flying in to dropkick the table out of the ring and into Jamie Love's face! Ace rolls out of the ring and drags Jamie to his feet via his hair, before laying into him with a European Uppercut that sounds like a gunshot. King lays in with two more Euro-Cuts before Irish-whipping Jamie face first into the ring-post. Jamie's head makes a sick thud against the post and he's stumbled back on wobbled legs right into a King waist-lock. King yeets Jamie back off his feet into a German-suplex, but by luck Jamie Love manages to land with his right foot on the apron, grab the top rope and throw himself into the ring. 

KD: That was some great movement there by Jamie Love to not eat a devastating German suplex on the padded concrete. 

P-Dug: I've seen that move end careers, great wrestling by Jamie Love. 

Ace King gets to his feet and goes to enter the ring, but this time it is Jamie Love throwing caution to the wind and exploding out of the ring into a suicide forearm smash. That impact of the move takes King off his feet and sends him flying backwards into the barricade. Jamie Love bounces up to his feet and spins into a rolling elbow, but Ace King catches the spin with a shotgun dropkick that explodes Jamie into the apron, the edge hitting right into the small of Love's back. Ace King bends down and picks up a chair and then swings for the fences at Jamie's head. Jamie ducks and the chair catches the bottom rope before rebounding back into King's face. The impact busts King's forehead open and dazes him, leaving him open for Jamie Love to land that rolling elbow followed by a DDT on the very same chair. Jamie Love drags King up by his face and then bites down on his forehead wound to make it deeper and wider! Jamie rolls King into the ring and spits King's blood down onto the chair. 

P-Dug: That's a gnarly spot right there. Jamie Love might have King right where he needs him. 

KD: First match of the night and we've already got people ingesting other people's blood!

Ace King sits up to his hands and knees, and sees his own blood beginning to pool in front of him and something kicks in as he jumps up to his feet and lts out a war cry. Jamie Love rolls into the ring and rushes King with another Rolling Elbow, but King spins around and grabs Jamie by the throat with both hands to pop him up into the air, catching him with another European Uppercut on the fall. Ace drags Jamie up by his ear and shoves him sternum first into the ropes, Jamie backs out of the ropes in rebound right into Ace King's loving arms with a wild German suplex that goes high and drops Jamie hard on one of the chairs he threw into the ring. Ace grabs Jamie Love's head with both arms and hoists him up to his feet, before jumping backwards on the second rope and then forward into a double knee strike into Jamie's face. King gives a taunt to the crowd before hoisting Jamie up onto his shoulders in a torture rack, and then down into a piledriver on a chair, completing The Blackjack Bomb. King covers.

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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall and advancing in the tournament ... ACE KING!!!!

Ace King stumbles into his corner while raising his hands high. The blood-loss already beginning to get to him. A medical staff jumps onto the apron with a warm towel that they hand King to stop the bleeding. The medical staffer then checks on Jamie Love and calls for some ring-crew to help Jamie to the back. Ace King holds the towel with his left hand and raises his arm high with the right hand to a big pop from the crowd. 

KD: Ace King advances to Round 2 and picks up a victory over Jamie Love after a monstrous comeback upon seeing his own blood gushing from his head.  

P-Dug: Jamie Love may have lost this match, but he made King bleed enough King had to flip on some Terminator switch and that might be a moral enough victory, a mental victory.  

KD: Mental victories don't get you that winners check, but nonetheless we move right into our next bout!

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P-Dug: After that intense match, we take it backstage where none other than Captain Morgan Darkwater is standing by, waiting to speak his mind.

KD: I can't remember the last time the Captain graced Rampage with his presence, and the fact he's in this tournament makes it all the more exciting! Captain, my Captain, come in Captain!

The camera switches backstage, where the hulking Morgan Darkwater is pacing back and forth, dressed to the nines in pirate garb. He hears the callout and stops in his tracks, slowly turning to address everyone.

Captain Darkwater: Th' Captain, he be a man o' his word. I promised th' world I was goin' into this tournament an' unstoppable Leviathan, puttin' it all out there in that ring tonight, match after match, until either I won it all or die tryin'. But it seems there still be some who doubt my word, an' ye know what?

He squares up to the camera, bearpaw-like hands clasped together, shoulders rolling as he smirks.

Captain Darkwater: That be completely fine with me ... 'cause they also say actions speak louder than words. So I'm goin' out there, an' I'm goin' t' show everyone th' Captain means business - an' there be some people out there he wants payin' close attention! Severn, Rush, an' all th' other House goons, watch real close as this man ye so easily dismissed as defeated an' done rises like th' phoenix, burnin' up all in his wake - I especially want ye to watch if I should cross paths with Mr Goldworthy or Mr Love, watch th' punishment I be willin' to inflict on them, on all of ye, not givin' a bloody damn about ye threats o' retribution should anyone come fer ye. 'Cause mark my words, Captain Morgan Darkwater is comin' for ye, an' he's not goin' t' stop no matter what ye might throw at him! Th' House may like to think of themselves as unbreakable, set firmly on foundations of stone, but they're about to see th' kind of terrible typhoon headed their way - one that isn't going to stop battering at their walls until th' House comes crashin' down.

He takes a moment to calm himself, nostrils flaring as he takes deep breaths, and unclasps his hands.

Captain Darkwater: Another man I want payin' close attention is none other than my past tag-team partner, and someone I respect an' admire highly - Th' Mad King Flip. It came to my attention not long ago that ye an' I would be facin' one another on th' season finale of Brawl fer a shot at Rush an' his X-Division title come WrestleFest XXI, in an X-Division match nay less. I say this fer multiple reasons - if I win this tournament tonight, don't expect that to mean I'll be goin' easy on ye come November 13th; we may be friends, but I be a pirate first an' foremost, an' nothin' fuels our greed like a chance fer th' gold, an' th' more chances I have at snatchin' that X-Division from th' Blackhat's dirty, ungrateful mitts, th' better. But also, should I happen to lose this tournament, ye best believe it's gonna light a fire under me burnin' hotter than th' bowels of Hell itself, an' I'll be comin' at ye in our match like a madman of my own makin', hungry for that second shot at redemption ... either way, Flip lad, pay close attention to tonight, an' study hard fer what good it will do ye. 'Cause if there be one thing I want ye to take away from my matches tonight, it's what a formidable monster has officially stepped into th' X-Division, an' make ye wonder what ye can possibly do to put him down fer th' win.

The large, burly man strokes his beard thoughtfully, chuckling softly to himself, then continues.

Captain Darkwater: Th' same goes fer everyone competin' tonight, an' all th' Captain's future opponents, X-Division or not. Judge me by my age at yer peril - th' Captain still has a hell of a lot of fight in him! An' he's gonna pour it all out there in th' ring each an' every time, like a tsunami of brutality, th' most punishin' of storms, lookin' to wreck of any an' all who would challenge him, would get between him an' his goals ... Startin' with "Th' Rebel Princess", Miss Cassie Wolfe, a very promisin' young talent from this very brand. Ye put on a good show at Youngblood, Miss Wolfe, but now ye find yourself across th' ring from EWC's old-blood, heh. Make no mistake, lass, I take no personal pleasure in th' pain I be about to inflict upon ye - unlike some so-called champions he shall refrain from mentionin' - but an example must be made if I'm t'be taken seriously, both in this tournament an' goin' forward. So I will be comin' at ye, all cannons blazin'. You're about to find yourself in a hellish world o' hurt ... an' that's my word, as a man an' a Captain!

Cassie Wolfe Vs Morgan Darkwater
Stip - No DQ
Ref - Mike Michaelson

We cut back over to the commentary booth while more chairs and throw ring-side for Match 2.

KD: Big words from Morgan Darkwater, but now we ask... will he join a bloodied Ace King in round 2?

P-Dug: My money is on Cassie Wolfe, because if she goes out here, her mother might ground her!

Chriqui: The following match is a Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament First Round Match-up. Introducing first from Greenock, South Australia and now residing in Reno, Nevada & weighing in at 118 pounds... CASSIE WOLFE!!!

"Wolfe Within hits the speakers and as soon as Jonathon Young's lyrics hit Cassie emerges from the back ready for action, she slaps hands with the fans on the way to the ring before sliding into the ring and posing for them with her signature baseball bat.

Chriqui: And her opponent Hailin' From the Grand Line & weighing in at 397 pounds... MORGAN DARKWATER!!!

The lights in the arena cut out as first notes of Captain Morgan's entrance theme, "The Sunk'n Norwegian", kick in and the screens around the arena fade in to the image of a perpetually burning skull-n-crossbones flag rippling in the wind.



A spotlight rises as Morgan saunters confidently out on the stage, holding aloft his obsidian cutlass "Black Betsy", his other hand behind his back. As the music swells to the chorus he plunges the sword down into the stage, causing an explosion of pyros!

When the smoke clears he is holding a wooden tankard aloft, bellowing "One More Fight!" and takes a heavy gulp of the dark grog, liquid and froth splashing out down his thick black beard. Tossing it over his shoulder, he laughs again and starts marching purposefully down the ramp. He enters the ring over top ropes, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and unsheathes his cutlass, holding it aloft with a raucous battle-cry.

KD: Cassie Wolfe is facing the biggest size difference of this entire tournament here, if she can topple Darkwater, I think she's a lock to win this tournament.

P-Dug: That is a bold proclamation, but not a bad one to make.

DING DING DING

With the ring of the bell, Cassie Wolfe wastes no time in charging at Morgan Darkwater and throwing her everything into a dropkick, smashing her feet into the giants chest. The impact sends Darkwater back into his corner, but he does not go down. Cassie jumps up to her feet and throws a superkick into Darkwater's stomach. Darkwater lowers his head and gives out a cough and Cassie capitalizes to grab on and go for a DDT, but she can hear Darkwater laugh as she fell for the salty dogs trick and he hoists her up into a monstrous bear hug in the center of the ring. Cassie squirms as she struggles to break the hold, punching down on Darkwater's head to no avail. Finally she goes for the eyes and Darkwater drops her, giving Cassie time to drop and slide out of the ring. 

KD: Cassie Wolfe has the right idea, she's faster than Darkwater. She just needs to avoid being caught by him because when he gets her, it's over. 

P-Dug: That power cannot be denied. 

Darkwater goes back to his corner and waits patiently for Cassie to slide back into the ring. After a few moments of contemplation, Cassie slides into the ring bringing two chairs with her. Morgan advances, Cassie yeets the first chair into Morgan's head to stumble him back, before rushing in and smashing the first into Morgan's entire face. Cassie takes a few steps back, and looks on in horror as Morgan Darkwater gives her a giant smile, his teeth full of blood. Cassie smashes the chair into Darkwater's face three more times and the big man falls backwards into his corner. Cassie advances and keeps smashing the chair into Darkwater's face onto the bloodied Captain is in a seated position. Cassie grabs Morgan by his massive leg and uses her all to drag him away from the corner, before jumping off his body and climbing the top turnbuckle. Cass turns around and jumps into her signature 450 splash as Air Aussie lands flush on Darkwater! Cassie covers!

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TWO!... KICKOUT BY MORGAN DARKWATER!

P-Dug: You better not let off the pressure if you want this win Cassie. Darkwater definitely has a concussion now, and his core's been weakened. If you wanna advance, you have to go for the kill now!

KD: Darkwater is bleeding like a stuck pig in there!

Cassie makes her way to her corner, grabbing her trusty bat and waiting. Darkwater pushes himself up to his knees and begins to stand. Cassie Wolfe rushes in and swings for the fences with her bat, Darkwater raises his leg out of nowhere and sends the bat flying from Cassie's hands with a massive big-boot. Darkwater is quick as the wind to grab a meaty palm around Cassie's face and hoist her clear off the ground and dangle her in the air while she chokes and gasps for breath. After Cassie's kicking and gasping grows more frantic, Darkwater completes the chokeslam by dumping Cassie on her back. Cassie rolls on to her stomach while spitting up mucus and phlegm. She pushes herself up to her hands and knees still gasping... while she does this, Morgan Darkwater scales the turnbuckle to the corner behind her. Cassie looks around the ring but it's too late as Morgan comes flying in from behind her, driving his elbow into the base of her skull with Winds of Fortune! Darkwater rolls Cassie over and covers. 

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... CAPTAIN MORGAN DARKWATER!!!!

Darkwater pushes himself to his feet and raises up both hands into the air with pride. Darkwater turns down medical aid and he heads to the back. The ring-side doctor uses some cold spray on Cassie's neck and shoulders as she's helped to the back. 

KD: WOW. Darkwater really said 'this is how you flip ma'am' and brought out Winds Of Fortune to put Cassie away. Darkwater may very well go all the way in this tournament. 

P-Dug: Cassie Wolfe faced great odds there, and she did bloody Darkwater, but in the end the Captain wouldn't be denied. 

KD: Hopefully her mother looks on in pride, because Cassie showed some fire tonight. Don't go anywhere folks, we'll be right back after this short break. 

Camera cuts to ...

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[FN'R]

The cameras return to the parking lot where the former HBO Broadcast Champion, Moxie, is still waiting with folded arms for the crew member’s return. Moxie pulls back the sleeve of his blazer jacket to check his watch, another unusual accessory to ‘The Shotcaller’s new attire. He releases an impatient sigh as his fingers begin to drum against the roof of his supercar.

The drum solo stops once Moxie begins to hear rapid footsteps approaching from the backstage area. The crew member then entered the shot, panting with his hands on his knees. Moxie rolls his eyes.

Moxie: Well about bloody time.

‘Jimmy’: My apologies… I uhh… spoke to Duggan.

Moxie: Okay? So you’re gonna take me to my locker room?

The crew member doesn’t respond immediately, instead doing everything possible to avoid eye contact.

‘Jimmy’: Are you sure?

Moxie: Jimmy, you’re starting to piss me off. Get a move on.

‘Jimmy’: Okay…

The crew member gulps and reluctantly begins moving again, whilst Moxie follows behind with his bag in tow. The journey is a rather short one, consisting of a few turns before the crew member comes to a stop, causing Moxie to bump into him.

Moxie: What’s the deal? Why are we stopping? You get lost or something?

‘Jimmy’: Uhh… we’re here.

The crew member’s tone was sheepish as he pointed to a lone door with a label that reads ‘CLEANING SUPPLIES’. Moxie stepped in front of the crew member to make sure he was reading the sign properly. There’s another awkward moment of silence, only this time there is no grin to cut the tension in the air. This time Moxie placed both hands onto the crew member, gripping his shirt tightly and pushing him against the nearest wall.

Moxie: I swear if this is your idea of a joke, believe me, I’m not laughing.

‘Jimmy’: It wasn’t…. Me… I swear!...

Moxie: Of course, it wasn’t you. I know that much. This is Duggan’s doing.

Moxie releases his grip but remains close as the crew member trembles.

Moxie: So he wants to play like that huh? Okay then.

Moxie steps to the right coming face to face with the door to the janitor’s closet. With a forceful kick, the hinges to the door buckle and the door swings open, bouncing off the other side of the wall with a bang. Moxie turns back to face the camera for a few seconds before turning his gaze back to the crew member. If you blinked you would have missed it as Moxie dropped his bag onto the floor grabbed the crew member once more and shoved him into the janitor’s closet with ease and no mind to his general safety. Moxie slams the door shut, to which everyone now finds out that the janitor’s closet can only be opened one way. This doesn’t faze the young Brit one bit however as he steps forwards towards the camera. The cameraman takes a step backwards but has the recording device wrestled from his grasp as Moxie raises it to his eye level.

Moxie: I know you’re watching this Duggan you piece of shit! You want to play games with me? Fine, you seem to forget who calls the shots around here.

That said, Moxie marches with a purpose out of view as the cameras cut to…

The camera flickers to where Alexander Umbra is seated looking rather unsure of himself deep in contemplation. Umbra notices the cameraman zooming in on him and is quick to give a head nod before quickly head into his locker-room and shutting the door with a loud thud.

Jason Anderson Vs Jackson Deane
Stip - No DQ
Ref - Pierce Patterson

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We return to ringside where even more chairs have been thrown about. 

KD: We now know it'll be Morgan Darkwater going into a Light-Tubes clash with Ace King, Moxie is up to something and some possibly uncertainty from Alexander Umbra as he gets his Round 1 BYE. But now we head into our third bout of the round. Jason Anderson taking on Jackson Deane.  

P-Dug: The son of an EWC Legend Vs the son of a WCW Legend. WCW as we know was scripted, but Dean was always a legit shooter, so let's see if his son has what it takes to survive in this environment against a man born into the violence.

Chriqui: The following match is a Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament First Round Match-up... 

Chriqui's microphone suddenly goes quiet much to her confusion. She bats it on her wrist a few times when suddenly... 

Moxie: Sorry not sorry to cut you off there Emmanuelle but don’t blame me, blame them in the back after all they didn’t want to play my music. But they couldn’t stop me walking out here with a live microphone.

The crowd unites in a chorus of boos for the young Brit who has removed his blazer jacket during the time the cameras were last on him. Moxie looks at them in disgust before continuing.

Moxie: A lot of you are forgetting that this is MY SHOW, so the next match will start when The Shotcaller says it can start and right now I’ve got something to get off my chest.

Moxie begins to walk down the ramp.

Moxie: Now it’s not a secret that I’m not a fan of how Grizzly Duggan has been running things around here, even though Friday Night Rampage is the A show and has been for a very long time under his tenure. But don’t get it twisted that’s got nothing to do with the overgrown pleb behind the desk, nah. Grizzly Duggan’s been leeching off the supreme talent from his very first day: Kings, Queens, Japanese Devils, Emo goth girls… you name it! He had all the talent busting their ass in one match-of-the-year contender after the other and what’s his contribution? Whispering sweet nothings to Japanese executives to secure a 3-month stay in Japan each year?

The young Brit climbed the steel steps and climbed through the ropes whilst the crowd resumed their booing.

Moxie: As far as General Managers are concerned, Grizzly was and is on top of the world and then 2021 hits and he’s got himself a brand new star in the making. Shocking the world with victory after victory, shaking up the damn pecking order and even managing to win the Rumble match and the brand bragging rights that go with it. A few hiccups down the road aside, the momentum of this young new star continues to grow at a fast pace. Record-breaking HBO Broadcast Champion, undefeated on Rampage TV for a full calendar year, respected and feared company-wide. You’d think someone with those types of credentials would fit right into Duggan’s wheelhouse right? You’d think he’d promote and push such a star to the freakin’ moon right? Wrong because for some reason unknown to me, Duggan’s got a problem with me and would rather be happy with me opening 2 Pay-Per-Views back to back. He’d be good with not nominating me for the Undisputed Championship contendership list even though I’ve beaten 4 people who were on that list in 2023.

Here’s another fun fact for you all, there’s only one person who’s had the most matches on the Rampage roster and you’re looking at him. I’ve wrestled on every single episode of Rampage this season bar this one and I’ve only got 3 main events to show for it. This new era of Friday Night Rampage is only happening because I made it happen, Rampage continues to be the A show because I am making it happen. So what’s the problem, Duggan? Is it how I look? Is it my accent? Or is it because I broke your favourite King and Queen toys?

The crowd collectively exclaim at Moxie’s last sentence, which the man himself allows to hang in the air for a moment.

Moxie: I was originally going to prove how stupid you are for overlooking me all this time by beating the absolute shit out of every single person in my way until there was no one left, but you made the biggest mistake by disrespecting me. That stupid smirk on your face after that Crazy Train match and the bullshit you’ve pulled tonight? Alright, Duggan, I’m game. Look what I found lying around backstage.

Moxie produces a pair of six-sided dice from his pockets and holds them both in one palm. He then shoots the commentary duo a look and exits the ring, walking up to the commentary table.

Moxie: You two inbreds like games just like your stupid brother right? Well, I’ve got a game for you two to play. It’s real simple, you both roll the dice and whoever rolls the lowest loses, got it?

Moxie tosses one die to each commentator who shares a look of confusion on their faces. Moxie urges them to roll and they eventually comply. Polar rolls a 4, whilst Koala comes up short with a 2. After looking down at the result, Moxie turns to the play-by-play commentator.

Moxie: Sucks for you Koala, seems like ya lost.

With incredible swiftness, Moxie drops the microphone and grabs Koala Duggan out of his chair, flipping him over the table with force. Polar rises to his feet but is quickly warned by Moxie to “sit the fuck down!” or he will share the same fate. The young Brit then turned his attention once more to the loser of the game.

Moxie grabs Koala’s smaller frame with ease, lifting him to his feet before launching him into the steel steps with venomous force, causing Koala’s body to ragdoll upon impact. The punishment was just getting started however as Moxie dismantled the steps and exposed the base after tossing the top half into the ring. The pissed-off Brit grabs Koala by the head and positions him before driving him down with a vicious DDT, spiking Koala’s head against the steel steps base. Blood was already beginning to trickle down the forehead of the commentator but Moxie showed no remorse as he launched his near-unconscious body into the ring, sliding in behind him.

Like a dog to a bone, Moxie grabbed Koala’s hand, placing it on the top half of the steps before delivering not one, not two but THREE jumping stomps onto the digits, generating “You sick fuck!” chants from the audience. Koala’s barely got the strength to muster a scream for help as like a predator to prey, Moxie seizes control of Koala’s already damaged fingers and proceeds to snap every single finger with a sickening pop. Battered, bloodied and broken, Koala is barely moving but the punishment has one final act. Moxie hauled the lifeless body into a pumphandle, Moxie’s EndGame directly onto the steel steps and knocked whatever consciousness remained in Koala Duggan as security and officials finally flooded the ring restraining Moxie whilst EMTs rushed to Koala’s aid. The camera's quickly cut to a break...

[FN'R]

Jason Anderson Vs Jackson Deane
Stip - No DQ
Ref - Pierce Patterson

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We return to ringside and cut over to the commentary booth, where P-Dug now stands alone. 

P-Dug: I'd love to be at the hospital with my brother right now, but the show must go on and I am calling the rest of the show solo! I've also been informed Grizzly Duggan has a special announcement for later tonight... As we attempt to start this Jason Anderson Vs Jackson Deane bout a second time. 

Chriqui: The following match is a Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament First Round Match-up. Introducing first from Brooklyn, NY & 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 and holding a black duffle bag. 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 his opponent, from Irvington, New Jersey & weighing in at 201 pounds... JACKSON DEANE!!!

Bodies by Drowning Pool plays through the speakers and Jax runs down the entrance ramp as "FLOOR" is screamed within the song. Once in the ring, Jax climbs each turn buckle in turn pointing at the crowd and muttering words that nobody can hear over the music.

P-Dug: Another aspect of this match I never considered until now, pardon me for not checking my notes sooner... This match brings a New York Vs New Jersey flair to it... and that might make it the most deadly of the tournament. 

DING DING DING

Jason kicks his duffle bag to the side, and various items make noise from inside it. Jason begins to shadow box and stretch before stepping into the center of the ring. Jackson Deane follows suit and raises up his hands for a shoulder/collar tie-up. Jason raises up his own hands, but quickly boots Jackson in the stomach before grabbing his wrist and sending him into the ropes with an Irish-whip. On the rebound Jason catches Jackson into a sleeper-hold. Jackson hoists Jason up into a back-pack before dropping backwards to slam Jason's back into the canvas. Jackson rolls up to his feet while grabbing Jason's arm and dragging Jason up into a headlock into a vertical lift down into a suplex. Jackson drags Jason up by his head and then he takes-a-back to grab on a waist-lock and rip Jason off his feet into a German suplex. Jason hits the canvas hard but he rolls up to his feet. Jackson spins around and catches a jumping knee to the temple as both men hit the canvas. 

P-Dug: Slow going in the early moments of this match, but slow goings can take just as much out of you as proof by Jason going limp after that jumping knee. 

Jackson Deane is the first one to his base, and he's quick to drag Jason up into a headlock. Jackson lifts up on the headlock and brings Jason down over his knee with a backbreaker. Jason grabs his back in pain as he rolls to the outside. Jackson rolls out to follow and gives Jason a nice slap to the face. Jackson goes for another but Jason ducks the slap and then jumps into another knee that catches Jackson between his eyes. Jackson stumbles backwards away from Jason, giving Jason the room to jump into a superkick that knocks Jackson off his feet. Jason rushes into the ring and claps against the canvas to fire up the crowd before rushing the opposite ropes and rebounding himself off like a bullet into a suicide dive right into Jackson as he stands. Jason drags Jackson up by his face and marches him over to the apron before smashing his face into the apron three times and rolling him into the ring. 

P-Dug: Jason Anderson is fired up and ready to end this!

Jason Anderson grabs one of the chairs from ring-side and rolls into the ring. As Jackson stands Jason smashes the chair into his face, dropping him to his knees. Jason brings the chair up and smashes it down over the top of Jackson's head. Jackson falls limp against the canvas. Jason brings the chair down on his head a third time before dragging his motionless body up and smashing him down with an Angel Drop. Jason Covers!

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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... JASON ANDERSON!!!!

Jason Anderson gets to his feet and grabs the chair, hoisting it high into the air. Jason throws the chair out of the ring and grabs his duffle back, giving it a nice pat, seemingly glad he didn't have to use it. Jason Anderson picks up the bag and calls for the microphone. 

Anderson: One down. Three to go. 

The crowd pops for Jason Anderson as he throws down the mic and heads to the back with his back. The crowd gives Jackson Deane a round of applause when he finally stands with help from the medical staff. 

P-Dug: A big win for Jason Anderson as he advances into Round 2 to face Alexander Umbra. 

P-Dug: And take nothing from Jackson Deane. Everyone has a plan until they get hit in the face three times with a steel chair. Don't go anywhere folks, we'll be right back after this short break. 

Camera cuts to ...

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[FN'R]

Merc Vs Aiya
Stip - No DQ
Ref - Piece Patterson

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We return to ringside where more tables have been added. 

P-Dug: Already the 4th match of the tournament coming up! Mercenary and Aiya looking to duke it out. 

Chriqui: The following match is a Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament First Round Match-up. Introducing first from West Oakland California by way of Hotel rooms across the world & weighing in at 360 pounds... THE MERCENARY!!!

Mercenary swaggers out onto the stage with his face hidden behind a hard tactical mask painted to look like The Punisher's iconic skull logo. His eyes inside the mask scan the crowd. He crosses both arms, gloved fists clenched, across his chest and under his chin. The pose resembles a skull and crossbones. To either side of him the stage explodes in motes of red and orange flame.

Removing the mask the big man salutes the crowd and stalks towards the ring at a steady pace filled with menace and a deadly purpose. Merc stops just outside of the ring to grab something off a table, it's the ax he used against Xavier Reid now missing it's head and covered in duct-tape. Merc smiles as he climbs between the ropes and walks to the corner where he throws a few shadow punch combos at the turnbuckle before turning with his back to the corner, his arms crossed again across his chest to glower in his opponent's direction and wait for the bell to give him the sign to come out swinging.

Chriqui: And his opponent from Kyoto, Japan & weighing in at 137 pounds... "HEADHUNTRESS" AIYA!!!

As “Dark Seeks Light” by Yui Ninomiya plays over the PA system, a fog appears near the curtains. As it slowly fades away, we see the form of “Headhuntress” Aiya standing at the top of the ramp. She saunters down, revealing herself to be holding a staple gun, and then she enters the ring through the middle and top ropes. Aiya then leans against the ring, already looking as if she’s making a game plan in her head whilst waiting for her opponent to enter the ring.

P-Dug: An axe handle and a staple gun, these two know how to party!

DING DING DING

With the sound of the bell, Aiya drops and rolls out of the ring. Aiya grabs one of the tables and slides it into the ring, and then she slides in another table, and then some chairs. Aiya rolls back into the ring and kicks a chair over to Merc, before setting up her own chair in the center of the ring to take a seat. Mercenary follows suit and takes a seat. Aiya throws a punch, a slap and a chop into Mercenary. Merc retaliates with a punch that takes Aiya out of her chair. Aiya sits up and dusts herself off before taking a seat and giving Merc another three piece combo of punch, chop, slap. Merc fires back with an even harder fist that takes Aiya out of her seat. Aiya, slower this time, again picks herself up, dusts herself off and takes a seat. Aiya taunts Merc for more. Merc throws another bomb, but this time Aiya ducks the punch and throws herself into Merc with a headbutt that spills them bout out of Merc's chair to the canvas. Mercenary pulls himself up, but Aiya is up first and able to use Merc's chair as a bat to the back of Merc's leg to drop him into a flatback bump. Aiya goes for the chair smash to Merc's head, but he sits up and avoids it. Aiya instead shifts gears and kicks Merc in the small of his back and then heads towards one of the tables. 

P-Dug: I am unsure if this was Aiya's plan from the start but she's currently got Merc right where she wants him. 

Aiya gets the table set up and then makes her way back over to Merc. Aiya tries to drag Merc up by his face, but Merc instead hoists her up and steps forward enough to spinebuster her down through the table! Merc grabs Aiya's wrist and pulls her up into a short-arm lariat to spin her inside out. Mercenary sets up Aiya's chair and then drags Aiya up into him and then backwards into a Fallaway Slam right into the chair. Merc goes for the cover. 

ONE!
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After the kickout Merc drags Aiya up and throws her out of the ring onto a pile of chairs and then he goes for his ax-handle. Merc grabs it and jumps down to the outside, but he eats a chairshot to the face to stumble him. Merc grabs the apron to not fall and Aiya smashes the chair down with all her might on Mercenary's hand and fingers. Merc drops the ax-handle and grabs at his hand in pain and Aiya gives his hand a nice superkick. Merc rolls back into the ring holding his hand. Aiya springboards over the top into a double stomp on the back of Merc's head. Aiya goes for a cover!

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T... KICKOUT BY MERCENARY!

Aiya makes her way to her corner, grabbing her staple gun. 

P-Dug: Aiya has some cruel intentions planned for this one!

Aiya grabs a piece of broken table top, and then she presses it against Mercenary's face before spamming 2 inch staples through the wood into Merc's face! After about 10 or so staples Aiya drops the gun and climbs up the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner. Aiya sizes up Mercenary before jumping into a twisted splash with FUBAR. Aiya lands flush and goes for the cover. 

ONE!
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TWO!!
... KICKOUT BY MERCENARY!

Aiya grabs the chair Merc threw her into and she brings it up and down into Merc's midsection. Aiya backs up into the ropes and comes in for the rebound to smash the chair down into Merc's stomach again with all her might, but Merc sits up and rips the wood off his face. Blood pours down Merc's face as he gets to his feet. Aiya swings wild with the chair, but Merc throws a haymaker to punch it right out of her hands. Aiya gives Merc a chop to the chest, a chop to the throat, a chop to the throat, another chop. Aiya lunges into a spear, Merc catches her with a hand on the throat as he hoists her up and drops her into a sitout Chokeslam! The Death Stroke! Mercenary keeps his hand latched tight to Aiya's throat as she pulls himself up and drags her back up to her feet. Merc pulls Aiya into a headlock, then up into a cradle, and then down into a DDT on the chair. Dead Reckoning! Mercenary goes for the cover.

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... THE MERCENARY!!!!

Mercenary rolls off Aiya onto his own back to look up at the ceiling and catch a breather. Merc looks at his mangled and twisted fingers and says a swear. Medical aid come to check on he and Aiya, but Merc shrugs them off as he heads to the back. 

P-Dug: Mercenary survives broken fingers and severe facial bleeding to advance into Round 2. 

P-Dug: Aiya fought valiantly, but in the end Mercenary is just on a streak like no other right now. 

P-Dug: And coming up, we have Aiya's stablemate SONYA Vs Merc's best friend Vin Havoc. 

Camera cuts to ...

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SONYA Vs Vin Havoc
Stip - No DQ
Ref - Piece Patterson

We cut back over to the commentary booth.

P-Dug: This is one I am looking for...

Polar is cut off by Vin Havoc dragging a bloodied SONYA out through the curtains down the ramp while laughing. Vin smashes SONYA's face into the apron and then rolls her into the ring. Vin bends down and picks up a bloody chair. He asks the camera 'is this Ace's blood' before laughing and rolling into the ring.

DING DING DING

SONYA gets to her feet, but Vin Havoc spikes the chair down on the top of her head to stumble her back into a corner. Vin advances and gives SONYA a knife-edged chop, followed by a straight-punch. Chop, Punch, Chop, Punch, Chop, Punch. The combo goes on for awhile and the crowd slowly builds in anticipation of the final blow, which comes in the way of SONYA lifting her knee to catch Vin in the crotch. Vin stumbles backwards and SONYA explodes out of the corner to catch him with a lariat that takes him off his feet. SONYA drops to a knee to catch her breath.

P-Dug: No idea what happened backstage, but SONYA is fired up in this despite it!

Vin Havoc gets up to his feet. SONYA advances and punches him in the mouth, followed by her own knife-edged chop. Vin Havoc laughs in SONYA's face, and she gives him another chop right across his eyes. Vin stumbles around dazed and SONYA comes in with a big-boot to the back of his head. Sending Vin forward through the ropes. SONYA advances on the ropes, grabs the top one and vaults herself over the ropes down into Vin, sending both through a table and into a pile of chairs.

P-Dug: SONYA throwing caution to the wind and taking herself out to spite Vin Havoc there!

Vin and SONYA pull on the others hair and drag each other up the ramp and to their feet. Vin throws a punch, SONYA throws a punch, Vin throws a slap, SONYA throws a slap, Vin with a two chop combo, SONYA with two slaps and a headbutt. Vin with a knee to the stomach followed by five quick chops. SONYA throws a lariat. Vin throws a lariat. SONYA throws a lariat, Vin catches SONYA's arm into a backflip off the stage with a Spanish Fly into a box of pyro! The pyro explodes on both wrestlers! Medical staff rush over to help. Both competitors are bleeding and have their hair singed from the fire. Back in the ring, Pierce Patterson calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a double knock-out. Neither wrestler will advance, and so Mercenary will receive a Round 2 Bye!

Medical staff are quick to rush Vin Havoc and SONYA both to the back for medical aid.

P-Dug: The first of many serious scares and worries to come I'm sure. Hopefully both wrestlers will be fine. As now we move into a quick break.

Camera cuts to ...

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[FN'R]

Our cameras catch up to Mercenary in his locker-room.

Spade: Mr. Mercenary. Mr. Mercenary. We saw your fingers looked really damaged after your first bout tonight, do you hav...

Mercenary: My fingers are fine.

Spade: But we uh, we sa...

Mercenary: Ain't Duggan got anyone who can listen around here? My fingers are fine son.

Brian Spade looks a bit flustered by this, but he gains his composure and continues.

Spade: We have just heard that you now have a second round bye and get to bypass the Light-Tubes Death Match. Is that a relief?

Mercenary: I'd rather be working, but since this opportunity has been given to me, I will make the most out of the bye and win my second tournament this year. Now if you'll excuse me.

Mercenary gets to his feet and pushes Spade and the cameraman out of his locker-room.

Autumn Raven Vs Cosmo Goldworthy
Stip - No DQ
Ref - Mike Michaelson

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We return to ringside where tables have been added to replace the broken ones.

P-Dug: This is going to be a good one, as Autumn Raven takes a crack at Cosmo Goldworthy's HBO Broadcast Championship in an impromptu title defense.

Chriqui: The following match is a Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament First Round Match-up for the EWC HBO Broadcast Championship. Introducing first the City of Angels, weighing 125 pounds, she is the Beautiful Psychopath... AUTUMN RAVEN!!!

The tron plays a scene of the hollywood walk of fame going by slowly, the shadow of a raven seen over each and every star that’s there. As you hear the lyrics ‘Your stars burned out for good, somewhere in Hollywood’, the shadow flies into the one star without a name, writing out Autumn’s name on it, the star turning to a dingy, grungy picture with graffiti written all over it.

As the first part of the song starts up, Autumn appears from backstage, slowly walking out, coming to a stop at the top of the ramp as she surveys the crowd with a cold smirk on her face. She stands there for a minute before making her way down the ramp slowly, walking once around the ring before sliding under the bottom rope and hopping to her feet, making her way to the corner to climb to the top ringpost. She flings her arms out to the side, laughing at the crowd.

Chriqui: And her opponent from The Golden State & weighing in at 201 pounds, he is 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, extending his arms out. "Enjoy it while 'ya got it, baby!" He shouts out, chuckling to himself as he continues to walk down the ramp, the spotlights above glimmering off his HBO Broadcast Championship and off the gold plated steel chair in his right hand. 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.

P-Dug: Autumn Raven has taken some of the EWC's finest to their limits, will tonight be the night she leaves with EWC Gold? Or is Mo Money just that much Mo Problems.

DING DING DING

At the start of the bell, Autumn Raven lets out a shriek before she rushes Cosmo and starts to punch and claw at him. Autumn grabs Cosmo by his face and pulls him forward and then up into a flap-jack, landing stomach first in the center of the ring. Cosmo bounces up to his feet, grabbing his stomach. Cosmo turns around and just barely ducks as Claw Of The Night Superkick goes for his head. After the duck Autumn jumps into Cosmo, taking him down and getting herself into a full mount to punch down on his head.

P-Dug: Autumn Raven has full control of this one in the early outings!

Autumn drags Cosmo up by fish-hooking his mouth and she shoves him back into the ropes, on the rebound Autumn goes for Claw Of The Night, but Cosmo jumps over her leg to stomp down into her sternum with Cash Cow! Autumn rolls onto her stomach and tries to push herself up. Cosmo rolls out on the apron and then he front-flips over the top rope to smash his bicep into the back of Autumn's head and send her face first into the canvas off GOLD RUSH! Cosmo covers!

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DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall, advancing to Round 2 and STILL EWC HBO Broadcast Champion ... COSMO GOLDWORTHY!!!!

Cosmo stands up and demands his title, which he promptly holds high into the air. Cosmo taunts Autumn before dropping down and rolling out of the ring and heading to the back.

P-Dug: Autumn had Cosmo where she needed him, if that Claw Of The Night had been just a smidgen faster, I think she'd be leaving the victor. But for now, Cosmo retains his HBO Broadcast Championship and heads to Round 2.

KD: And now coming up, our final match of Round 1!

Ring crew throw down a few more chairs and tables.

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Marquis Hathaway Vs Darius
Stip - No DQ
Ref - Mike Michealson

Chriqui: The following match is a Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament First Round Match-up. Introducing first from Fukuoka, Japan & weighing in at 185 pounds... MARQUIS HATHAWAY!!!

The arena is pitch black and as the opening words to the song comes on the lights flicker on and kabuki dancers start circling around and dancing. They form two straight lines revealing Marquis with an open umbrella that reads "Kabuki Kid" in spray paint. He marches down the ramp umbrella over his shoulder as the dancers all drop as he walks past them. When he gets about halfway down the ramp, he turns to complete a taunt and is cut clean in half by Darius rushing in and jumping into a mighty spear!

P-Dug: The Hunter's Mark!

Darius drags Marquis up by his face and sends him into the corner post. Darius sets up a table and grab Marquis to drag him to it. With one hand grasped firmly around Marquis' throat, Darius hoist him up and down through the table with a chokeslam! Darius starts grabbing chairs and piling them on top of Marquis. One after the other until the pile is about 15 chairs deep. Darius rolls into the ring and orders the bell and a count. Mike protests but signals the bell when Darius raises his hand to knock him out.

DING DING DING

Mike begins his count.

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TEN!!!!!!!!!... MARQUIS GETS INTO THE RING AT 9.99!!!

P-Dug: How is he still in this! He refuses to quit!

Darius drags Marquis up by his face and he flings him into the ropes, Darius lunges in for another sp... Marquis spins around and catches Darius on the nose with a Midnight Bullet spinning elbow! Darius falls limp and his nose starts to gush blood. Marquis falls to his knees and looks to the crowd for energy. Marquis stands and pulls Darius up into an Underhook, looking for Kokumajutsu no bakudan! But instead Darius flips the underhook into hoisting Marquis onto his shoulders and then dropping him on the top of his head with an air-raid crash. Darius drags Marquis up by his head and flings him into the ropes, this time The Hunter's Mark lands flush and Marquis is spun inside out. Instead of going for the cover, Darius heads outside the ring and grabs a chair. Darius rolls back into the ring and smashes the chair down into Marquis over and over and over and finally Mike has to shove Darius off and call for the bell!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via referee stoppage and advancing to Round 2... DARIUS!!!!

Darius shoves Mike away from him before smashing the chair across his head. Darius hits Mike in the back three times with the chair, and then he hits Marquis another two times.

P-Dug: You won the match, there's no need for all this extra violence!

Darius stops attacking Marquis and Michaelson and grabs himself a microphone.

Darius: THIS TOURNAMENT, IT IS MINE. COSMO YOU'RE NEXT. AHAHAH.

Darius laughs like a madman as he heads to the back still holding the chair. Medical staff check on Mike Michaelson and Marquis Hathaway.

KD: We are going to need some time to get back up to speed after this... We'll be right back after this break.

Camera cuts to ...

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[FN'R]

With the bloodthirsty crowd continuing to cheer for the opening round of the Bayou Best of the Blast Deathmatch Tournament, the focus shifts backstage, where Ace King is labouring on a chair in the locker room area while clutching an ice bag against his busted open forehead. His grimace becomes more of a crestfallen expression as Candice Tweed approaches, microphone in hand.

Tweed: Ace, would we be able to get a quick word with you?

The grimace turns into an agonized smile as Ace beckons for Candice to get her proper shot and positioning.

Tweed: First of all, congratulations on the opening-round win over Jamie Love, but now it’s on to Morgan Darkwater, what’s your take on that?

With another grimace, Ace pulls himself up into a more comfortable position to address the Rampage interviewer.

Ace King: First… I said New Orleans would be where The House would burn to the ground. Jamie obviously packed a punch…

‘The Gambler’ takes the ice off his forehead to reveal the nasty gash left by the former EWC Tag Team Champion, which continues to drip onto his body.

Ace King: …but that’s part one of the job finished, and that’s just part one for tonight. Jamie’s part of The House, but Rampage will always be MY house. Now, I said this was sink or swim earlier… I figured Captain Darkwater might appreciate that particular turn of phrase, and he knows just how deep the waters run with me. It would be easy for him to see me in this state and be licking his chops, particularly with the chance to gut me like a fish with the Light Tubes… But as grizzled as I am, he’s no spring chicken himself, and Cassie Wolfe made him at least break a sweat, so everything evens out, at least until you consider where we are. There’s more than just a championship opportunity at stake, this is about pride, so Morgan? While I respect you, I need you to listen to me…

Ace beckons the camera to go lower to focus on him; after a few seconds, he shoots his arms out and grabs it to pull it toward himself slowly.

Ace King: Morgan Darkwater… I am the captain now.

The camera lingers on Ace’s bloodied face as the feed cuts to…

Ace King Vs Morgan Darkwater
Stip - Light Tubes Death Match
Ref - Piece Patterson

We return to ringside where the ring has been covered in light-tubes, and the outside area is covered in them as well.

P-Dug: Ace King Vs Morgan Darkwater, this might end up being the best match of the whole year!

Chriqui: The following match is a Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament Second Round Match-up and is a Light Tubes Death Match. Introducing our two wrestlers, already in the ring... ACE KING & MORGAN DARKWATER!!!

Ace King raises up his hand to a big pop from the crowd. Morgan Darkwater raises up his cutlass and the crowd goes quiet. The two men smile at each other, both their faces still stained from the blood of their previous matches. 

P-Dug: This is going to be intense.

DING DING DING

With the bell King and Darkwater rush into each other, throwing heavy punches into the other's face and holding nothing back. Morgan drops his aim from the head and punches Ace right in his chest, knocking the wind out of the gambler and opening the door for an Irish-whip into a wall of Light-tubes. The tubes shatter and slice at King's chest, but King is able to grab one of them and spin around and smash it against Darkwater's face. Darkwater stumbles back, his face bleeding against. Ace lunges forward into a shotgun dropkick that takes Darkwater off his feet into a wall of Light-tubes himself. Morgan pulls himself from the glass with his face, chest, arms and palms all sliced up. Morgan pulls a shard of glass out of his bicep and gives a chuckle at Ace. 

P-Dug: I have a feeling this match won't be running long...

Morgan advances on King, but before he can react Ace King throws a light-tube into his face, temporality blinding the mammoth man and giving Ace the opening to grab a waist-lock and rip Darkwater backwards into another wall of Light-tubes with a German suplex. Morgan rolls out of the ring, his blood dripping down all over him. Ace King rushes the ropes, jumps up onto the top and then twists around into a moonsault down on Morgan, but Morgan moves at the last second and Ace goes flying through a table. Morgan drags Ace up and smashes his head down on the apron repeatedly, getting broken glass to stab into King's face. King shoves Darkwater away from him and then he brings up his boot to push-kick Darkwater in the chest. Darkwater catches King's boot and then hoists him up and down through another table at ringside with a powerbomb.

Darkwater reaches into the ring and grabs a light-tube that he swings down against King's face in the table wreckage. Darkwater drags King out of the wreckage by the wrist and then he Irish-whips King away from him and shoulder first into the steel steps. Ace King slams into the stairs hard enough to disconnect the base from the top. King tries to crawl away, but the burly Darkwater rushes in and goes for a running boot... King just barely avoids the boot but throwing himself out of the way. King grabs the ring apron curtain and pulls himself into the ring, crawling through glass to get there. Darkwater was unable to stop his momentum of the run and flies into the barricade and goes right into the crowd.  

P-Dug: We might have another referee stoppage if this continues this path!

Morgan Darkwater climbs over some fans and makes his way over the barricade back into the ring-side area. He finds his base and stands up onto the apron and begins to step into the ring, but as he does ACE KING THROWS A FIREBALL IN HIS FACE! Morgan loses his footing and falls backwards, but Ace grabs him to keep him on the apron and walks him over to the corner. Ace King gets Morgan up onto the top turnbuckle with his back to the ring, then Ace gets a bodyscissors around Darkwater's torso, pulling him down into a 7-7-7, sending them both through a pile of light-tubes!

P-Dug: With god as my witness. Ace King has just killed both himself and Morgan Darkwater!

Ace King crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up, ignoring the glass cutting up his hands. Morgan pushes himself up in the broken glass, his blood just everywhere, and a shard of glass is stabbed clean through his palm. Ace King takes two steps towards Darkwater before giving a superkick to the top of the head that drops Darkwater back down to his ass. Ace King climbs the top-turnbuckle and taunts Darkwater to get to his feet. When Darkwater is up, Ace jumps down looking for Wild Card, but instead he finds a Morgan bear-hug waiting! After a few moments in the bear-hug, Morgan transitions into an uranage, throwing King down into a pile of glass. Morgan jumps into the air and attempts to bring his elbow down on King's face, but King rolls through the glass and Morgan lands elbow first in the pile. Morgan yells out in pain as he gets to his feet. Ace King rushes at him, Morgan catches King and reverses him into a tombstone, before he can drop Morgan traps King's legs under his arms and then with his last bit of energy he spikes King head first down into the pile of glass with A mighty Anchor Drop! Morgan makes the deadweight cover!

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DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall and advancing to Round 3 ... MORGAN DARKWATER!!!!

Medical aid is there immeditally trying to stop both men's bleeding, but that's of no use really. Both men push off medial staff the best they can, but they are forced to the back by many people. About halfway up the ramp, Darkwater breaks free of his escort.

Morgan begins to stagger under his own dead-weight, as if fighting to remain conscious towards the ring. The referee rushes to stop him, but he again shrugs everyone off, his speech slurred as he roars for them to turn their focus to Ace King up the ramp. He continues to stumble slightly as he makes his way to a the timekeepers desk, and there he grabs a microphone, as the crowd continues to chant their admiration and excitement for the two wrestlers. The large man whips his head back to fling his bloodsoaked hair free of his equally crimson-washed face, bringing the mic to his lips, roaring over the baying crowds.

Captain Darkwater: ARE YE NOT ENTERTAINED?!!?

He smirks as this only throws the fans into a fever-pitch, the Captain hyping them up further by raising his arms as is conducting an orchestra, staggering sideways and catching himself, pointing a finger down the ramp at Ace King.

Captain Darkwater: Aye, ye are! But more than that, I be satisfied! No matter what else happens tonight, I be proud of th’ fact that I managed to go toe-to-bloody-toe with the Ace King fer th’ third time … an’ finally come away with th’ victory! Mr King, if ye can hear me, know that ye have th’ Captain’s full respect, Sir! Ye sure as all hells didn’t make it easy fer me!

Ace manages to shake loose his own escort and drop to a knee, nodding along with Morgan's words.

Captain Darkwater: He poured his heart an’ soul into this ferocious fight, we pushed each other to our mortal limits, an’ I can safely say it came down to th’ damned wire - numerous times I felt defeat’s icy-grip wrap around me heart! Mr King has nothin’ t’be ashamed of, he’s still a damned fine fighter, an’ a force t’be reckoned with … I’m sure this won’t be our last time sharin’ a ring like this, an’ I look forward to th’ next time with both excitement an’ trepidation! To Mr Ace King!!

The crowd erupts again into chants thanking Ace King for a great match, calling him a hardcore legend, and urging him a speedy recovery as the man raises a heavy hand above his head, as if to assure everyone the fight is still inside him. The Captain acknowledges this with an approving smile and nods, before continuing to address the fans.

Captain Darkwater: An’ looks like we made quite th’ bloody an’ brutal mess out here! Remember, none o’ this is being cleaned up just yet, meanin’ each light tubes match is only going to get more an’ more dangerous as th’ glass shards grow in number, the blood-soaked mat sure to affect friction! Things are only goin’ to get more extreme as things continue! An’ after all that is said an’ done, after the last light tube has been shattered, and the mats finally changed? Why, that be th’ time of Captain Morgan Darkwater’s Flaming Tables Match! Honestly, th’ only man I saw able to possibly lift me, much less put me through a table, be none other than Mr Ace King himself, so who does that leave with the near-impossible task? This next match will answer that question, ladies an’ gentlemen - an’ I look forward to seein’ who my next opponent will be. Until then, once again… Mr Ace King!

Morgan stumbles up the ramp towards his opponent, offering him first his hand to shake as the crowds chant passionately for both men. Ace looks up at the man from behind a crimson mask, then down at his hand, his expression trying to comprehend what he was being offered…

And then he took the Captain’s hand, and they shake!

The crowd explodes once more as the Captain then offers his arm and shoulder for support as they prop each other up, and together with the EMTs milling around them, the two men stagger and stumble back up the ramp and out of sight.

P-Dug: Now you LOVE to see that! An incredible death match, and now Alexander Umbra and Jason Anderson have to try and top that somehow. We'll be right back after this break!

[FN'R]

We cut to the back where "The Elite" Chris Page stands with Eddie Dozier. The crowd boos as they view this on the Extreme Tron. Page smirks as he looks directly at the camera.

Page: All week long, I've heard "Wah wah wah Chris Page how could you wah wah wah..." Do you really think I give a crap about what any of you think? My joining The House has absolutely zero concern to you. It's a decision I made for me and for the rest of The House. They make me stronger and vice versa, that was the agreement between Jack Severn and myself. What you internet losers and neckbeards need to understand is that I am an intentional person. I don't just do things because I think it's a cool decision. No. I do things when I feel like it will benefit me moving forward in my career and in my life. The best thing I ever did was contact my cousin, Dominic Sanders, and tell him I wanted to be a professional wrestler. Then the best thing I ever did was train with an EWC Hall-of-Famer. Then the best thing I ever did was win Parabellum. Then the best thing I ever did was kick that loser cousin to the curb. And finally, the best thing I ever did was join The House.

Throughout the course of a man's life, he's going to do countless "best things". You see, the thing about life is that it changes. Dominic Sanders was once my best friend and the best person for me to be around. And he aged out. That was no longer true. Now I have a new group of friends around me, a group that I can trust and assure that they can trust me. Eddie, Jack, JoJo, the Packers, Jamie.. the list goes on. This decision was the best one for me and I have absolutely zero regrets in doing it.

This match tonight? Lavender doesn't have a damn clue what she's walking into. This match is the most important match of my life! Why?

BECAUSE IT'S THE NEXT ONE.

Page and Eddie walk off-screen and we go back to ringside.

Alexander Umbra Vs Jason Anderson
Stip - Light-Tube Death Match
Ref - Pierce Patterson

We return to ringside where more light-tubes have been stacked in the ring along the ropes, and the bloody piles of broken tubes from the previous bout still lay. 

P-Dug: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. In our next bout, Alexander Umbra has his first match of the night against Jason Anderson, this following Anderson's commanding victory over Jackson Deane earlier in the show. 

Chriqui: The following match is a Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament Second Round Match-up and is a Light Tubes Death Match. Introducing first from St Paul, MN & weighing in at 215 pounds... ALEXANDER UMBRA!!!

"Make Believe" by Memphis May Fire echoes out from the speakers as Alexander Umbra steps out onto the entrance ramp. Without hesitation he makes his way to the ring, but holds his arms out to the sides, taking in both the cheers and the jeers of the crowd. Once in the ring Umbra reveals he is carrying a baggie, how mysterious.

Chriqui: And his opponent, for the second time tonight... JASON ANDERSON!!!

'No Excuses' hits as a Jason Anderson heads down to the ring, still carrying his duffle bag. Jason slides in and is ready to begin.

P-Dug: Two men both with baggies... How very interesting.

DING DING DING

With the sound of the bell, Umbra looks to his right and Jason looks to his left. Umbra grabs two light-tubes, Jason grabs two light-tubes. They step into the center of the ring. Umbra swings a light-tube wildly and brings it crashing down against Jason's head. Jason swings a light-tube up and catches Umbra under the chin with an uppercut. Both men are already busted off off the tubes! Umbra swings as if the tube was a baseball bat, but Jason Anderson ducks the attack and break his tube against his own head. Jason uses the broken tube to cut and slice at Umbra, before jumping into a knee-light that takes Umbra off his feet backwards to the corner. Jason goes to his own corner and finally opens up the duffle bag, Jason produces a smaller bag and rushes at Umbra, opening the bag and throwing dirt into Umbra's blood sliced up face. Umbra yells out in pain and anger. 

P-Dug: Jason Anderson has just thrown dirt into Umbra's wounds! You sick fuck!

Jason Anderson drags Umbra up by his wrist and then he Irish-whips him into one of the walls of light-tubes. Umbra smashes through the tubes out to the outside, all sliced up and bloody. Umbra tries to push himself up, but Jason throws caution to the wind and rushes into a suicide dive that takes Umbra off his feet. Jason drags Umbra up and gives him a poke to the eye followed by a chop to the throat. Jason goes for another chop but Umbra jumps up and catches Jason on the chin with a knee-strike. Jason falls down to his ass and Umbra grabs his head to repeatedly knee Jason between the eyes. Umbra rolls back into the ring as the quick adrenaline burst dies down. Jason Anderson uses a ring-side table to stand up and pushes back into the ring himself. Both Umbra and Jason use the ropes to stand and grab more light-tubes. Jason rushes and smashes two tubes over Umbra's head at the same time, Umbra lifts a tube up and smashes it into Jason's head while throwing Meeting Of The Minds at the same time! Both men collapse following the devastating headbutt, assisted in its force by a light-tube. 

P-Dug: That headbutt on its own is a killer, but adding in the broken glass and just... oh my lord. 

Umbra crawls over to Jason and engages in a mounted position over him. Umbra starts to throw down forearm after forearm after forearm. With every forearm smash, Umbra seems to increase in power. Forearm, forearm, forearm, forearm, forearm. Umbra gets off of Jason and lets out a yell in triumph. Umbra grabs a light-tube and grabs Jason's wrist before dragging Jason up and using the light-tube to clothesline Jason! Umbra grabs two other light-tubes and smashes them into Jason. Then he grabs two more and smashes them into Jason. Umbra goes for the cover. 

ON... KICKOUT BY JASON ANDERSON!

Umbra can't believe it, this crowd cannot believe it! Jason Anderson jumps up to his feet and lets out a monstrous yell and begins to step towards Umbra, but after a few steps his body fails him and he falls limp. Umbra takes advantage with a cover.

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DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall and advancing to Round 3 ... ALEXANDER UMBRA!!!!

Umbra grabs two light-tubes and shatters them both over his head while yelling out in victory. Something seems to come over Umbra and he stumbles back to his corner, before grabbing his black bag and heading to the back. Medical staff check on Jason Anderson, who needs assistance to the back. 

P-Dug: Something seemed to possess Umbra in the match, and then lose control there at the end... but regardless. Alexander Umbra manages to just barely beat Jason Anderson and heads to Round 3. Don't go anywhere, we'll be back after this break. 

Camera cuts to ...

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[FN'R]

We cut backstage to see a disheveled King in one of his three piece suits backstage. He has his arms open and shrugs to the mixed reaction blitzing through the buzzing arena.

The Mad King: What a phenomenal night it's been so far and we won't take you away from that action for too long. There are just a few things that have been left unsaid to too many people here tonight and what better time to clear the air than during Grizzly Duggan's great big fuck off tournament?

Louisiana begins to turn on King as he unbuttons his vest.

The Mad King: First of all, hey Cosmo, did that feel like trying? But anyway. To the point: The Outlaw. The man who united the United, guys. Finally! The busy man known as The Mercenary.

They turn right back around and it's Pop City from Louisiana for the 'Big Bad Murky Daddy' shirt Flip exposes beneath the vest.

The Mad King: If I can be serious for a minute. You got me banned from Friday nights, Merc. You. The same man throwing his arm around a guy like Vin Havoc. You only want to throw a punch at me? Now, now, we wouldn't take anything away from what you and Vin accomplished out there. Co-obliterating Lavender, phrasing, is not a thing anyone else in this company shares. I've heard experiences like those tell you what type of man you really are.

Flip taps his shirt with a smile as he begins to pace.

The Mad King: Sure, we met again, finally, in that fatal four way match, and what was the first thing you did? YOU PUNCHED ME IN MY DAMN FACE YOU SON OF A BITCH! And if all you wanna do right now, from the other side of your little monitor as some doctor patches you up for the next hell hole, if all you wanna do is punch me in the face right now then it leaves us no other choice but to settle this at the finale.

King points at the camera, his smile gone.

The Mad King: That bearded fuck Grizzly Duggan doesn't deserve the courtesy, but you? Mercenary, don't think we're gonna play our music on you, no, and you haven't caught us in the stands. A one night hardcore invitational has been on the bucket list, too, so it's a shame we don't make tonight a little reminiscent.

Louisiana is once again on the fence with Flip here but he quickly backs off with a smile.

The Mad King: As much as Marcu$ would love to see me fall off the wagon before our big match together, nahnahnah, that was a wee joke. Tonight you've got an opportunity we wouldn't take from you, or Cos, though we do owe Darius one, and it's always fun to see Aiya, but...

King acts as if he's weighing all these options. He isn't.

The Mad King: Mercenary. At the finale, should you want to do nothing more than punch me in the face, then you've something to look forward to. There'll even be a prize! And what a prize it's going to be, Mercenary/Flip III.

Before he can reveal much of anything else, the camera cuts away.

Cosmo Goldworthy Vs Darius
Stip - Light-Tube Death Match
Ref - Pierce Patterson

We return to ringside where Darius and Cosmo are already fighting in a fist-fight!

P-Dug: Welcome back folks, while Cosmo was making his entrance, Darius attacked him and they are already at it with a fist-fight!!!

Chriqui: The following match is a Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament Second Round Match-up and is a Light Tubes Death Match. Introducing our two wrestlers, already at right-side. ... COSMO GOLDWORTHY & DARIUS!!!

Darius punches Cosmo in the mouth and shoves him into the ring. Darius rolls in behind and grabs a light-tube to smash into Cosmo's back.

P-Dug: Oh boy.

DING DING DING

Darius drags Cosmo up by his face before headbutting him repeatedly. Darius sends Cosmo into the ropes and Cosmo's back shatters a row of light-tubes. Darius rushes in but Cosmo gives him a kick to the mouth to stop that plan. The kick stumbles Darius and Cosmo is able to take advantage by slamming a light-tube into Darius' mouth. Cosmo pulls his brass knucks out of his gear, and then he rushes Darius to punch him right in the mouth again with 24K Gold! Darius falls like a sack of potatoes and rolls out of the ring. Cosmo falls to a knee to catch his breath. 

P-Dug: Already 500 miles an hour as expected with these two, but if Cosmo can get Darius back into the ring, I think he might have this win locked. 

Cosmo begins to set light-tubes down in the center of the ring, making a triangle pattern. After satisfied, Cosmo begins to stomp down on the glass and create a nice pile of broken glass in the center of the ring. Cosmo grabs another tube and throws it out of the ring, smashing down on Darius. Cosmo yells hurry up idiot and Darius begins to stir. Darius pulls himself up with aid of the apron, but Cosmo comes flying in and hits a suicide dropkick through the ropes right into Darius' face! Cosmo picks himself up and drags Darius over to a table. He drags Darius up and attempts the exploder, but Darius shifts his weight and pulls Cosmo down into a DDT right on a chair! Neither man stirs after that. 

P-Dug: All of the Cosmo simps are gonna be PISSED if Darius just messed up Cosmo's face, but I guess Darius did almost break his own nose earlier tonight... 

After about fifteen seconds, both men begin to stir as they start to brawl up. From a crawling position, then knees, now full standing and full on brawling as the adrenaline builds. Punch from Cosmo, punch from Darius, punch from Cosmo, punch from Darius, punch from Darius, punch from Darius. pun... MARQUIS HATHAWAY OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A CHAIR SHOT INTO DARIUS! COSMO WITH AN EXPLODER SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!!! Hathaway drops the chair in a huff and heads back to the back, still fuming over his earlier match with Darius. Cosmo drags Darius up by his ear and shoves him into the ring. Cosmo straight-vertical leaps up onto the apron and then hits a front-flip over the top rope and then jumps up to Cash Cow Darius face-first into the pile of glass. Darius sits up on his knees, screaming as glass punctures his face. Cosmo smashes a light-tube against the back of Darius' head with a baseballesqe homerun swing. Cosmo drags Darius unconscious body up, and then Grey Matter DDTs him face first into the pile of glass. Cosmo winces as the glass slices up his own back and arm, but he rolls Darius to his stomach and makes the cover. 

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DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall and advancing to Round 3... COSMO GOLDWORTHY!!!!

Cosmo pulls himself up and holds his left arm high, he keeps his right arm close to his chest as it bleeds heavily. Medical staff are quick to help both men and Cosmo holds up two fingers to the hardcam. 

P-Dug: That young man might be looking down the barrel of winning The BBB Tourney. Being the one to get rid of Darius is no easy feat. And I'd say both these men will remember this match for the rest of their life. 

Camera cuts to ...

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[FN'R]

Morgan Darkwater Vs Alexander Umbra
Stip - Flaming Tables Match
Ref - Toyo Yasahiro

We return to ringside where Morgan Darkwater and Alexander Umbra stand in the ring, surrounded by tables both inside and out.

P-Dug: Darkwater has been through hell tonight, so has Umbra but shockingly enough he's the more fresh of the two.

Chriqui: The following match is a Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament Third Round Match-up and is a Flaming Tables Match. Introducing our two wrestlers, already in the ring, both representing Monday Night BRAWL... MORGAN DARKWATER AND ALEXANDER UMBRA!!!

Darkwater raises one fist to the crowd, Umbra twitches a little and then seems ready to go. 

P-Dug: I AM THE TABLE, YOU ARE THE TABLE. WE ARE ALL... TABLE.

DING DING DING

Umbra grabs a light-tube from off the canvas and begins to twirl it like a light-saber. Morgan chuckles and the hard-cam picks up him saying something along the lines of "You call that a weapon. Now this is a weapon", Morgan draws his cutlass. Umbra charges, Morgan swings his cutlass and cuts through the tooth like water, but it was a distraction you see. Umbra jumps into a dropkick that deadlock's Morgan's knees. Umbra uses all of his strength to get the bigger man on his shoulders and then drop him down with a Death Valley Driver on Cosmo's pile of glass! Umbra drags Morgan up with both hands around his head, and then pulls him down into a facebuster into the glass, Sound of Silence! Umbra keeps both his hands around Morgan's head and pulls Morgan up to his knees. Umbra starts to knee Morgan in the head over and over and over. Umbra hits the ropes and comes in with a ki... Morgan explodes up into a Clothesline From Hell that spins Umbra inside out and lands him face first in the glass pile himself. 

P-Dug: Good god that had to hurt. 

Morgan shakes his face back and forth to get blood and glass shards out of his mouth and eyes, then he grabs Umbra by the back of his neck and hoists him up and down with reverse chokeslam, again face-first into the pile. Morgan drags Umbra up with both hands around his head, and then up onto his shoulder. Morgan rushes the ropes and throws Umbra off his shoulder into a yeeting powerslam, down through a table. Morgan steps out onto the apron and then yeets himself off into a Winds of Fortune! Morgan again drags up Umbra, and he goes to hoist Umbra up into a powerbomb, but Umbra brings up his shin to clap Darkwater in the ear and break his balance. While Darkwater is on wobbly legs, Umbra jump into another enziguri and then he slides into the ring, going to his corner and retrieving his black baggy. 

P-Dug: I wonder what Umbra has in there, maybe thumbtacks??

Umbra dumps the bag out all over the canvas, revealing the contents to be... Lego bricks!!

P-Dug: That psychopath Alexander Umbra! Those are Legos!

Darkwater rolls into the ring and advances on Umbra, but Umbra gets a drop-toe hold dropping Darkwater face first into the Lego pile! The captain lets out a yelp of pain while Umbra climbs the top-turnbuckle. Darkwater gets to his feet just as Umbra leaps into him looking for a double-knee facebuster... Darkwater catches Umbra midair and drops him with a powerbomb onto the Legos! Umbra yells out in pain and rolls to the outside. Darkwater gives chase and the bigger man hits another Winds of Fortune! off the apron! Darkwater makes his way over to another table and he sparks it up on fire. Darkwater makes his way over to Umbra and drags him up via a fish-hook hold. Darkwater gets Umbra over to the table, Umbra kicks Darkwater in the groin and then jump up onto the apron. Umbra does a cannonball into Darkwater, but Darkwater moves and Umbra sends himself through the flaming table!!! Umbra writhes about on the floor on fire!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via his opponent going through a flaming table and advancing to the finals ... CAPTAIN MORGAN DARKWATER!!!!

Darkwater falls to a knee, still holding himself from Umbra's low-blow. Ring-side crew get Umbra's backfire put out and help to stop the bleeding of both men. Darkwater turns down assistance to the back as he limps with his head held high, one more match to go!

P-Dug: Alexander Umbra got too ambitious there, and threw himself into the flaming table. Morgan survives to head to the finals! Don't you go anywhere, we'll be right back after this!

Camera cuts to ...

[FN'R]

The Mercenary Vs Cosmo Goldworthy
Stip - I Quit
Ref - Toyo Yasahiro

We return to ringside where in the ring Cosmo Goldworthy is shoving his HBO Broadcast Championship in Mercenary's face. 

P-Dug: Things are already tense here, and we've not even began the match!

Chriqui: The following match is a Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament Third Round Match-up and is an I Quit Match. Introducing our two wrestlers, already in the ring, both representing Friday Night RAMPAGE... MERCENARY AND COSMO GOLDWORTHY!!!

Cosmo raises the HBO Broadcast Championship high into the air before handing it off to the ref. 

P-Dug: This match is not for the HBO Broadcast Championship, but you can beat your ass these two will fight every bit as hard as if it was.

DING DING DING

At the ring with the bell without any hesitation, Cosmo rushes Mercenary and floors him with a dropkick, backing Merc back into his corner. Cosmo grabs some of the bloody glass shards off the canvas and throws them into Merc's face. Cosmo comes in lands a barrage of punches before dragging Merc out of the corner into a neckbreaker on the pile of glass in the center of the ring. Cosmo forces Merc's mouth open and shoves glass inside, demanding his give up. Merc brings up his hand with the broken fingers and punches Cosmo as hard as he can in the side of the head, no risk of breaking finger that are already fucked! Cosmo stumbles off of Merc, and Merc spits blood and glass shards into Cosmo's face. Merc gets to his feet and again with the busted hand punches Cosmo in the throat, then with the other hand grabs Cosmo by the throat and pulls him into a headbutt. Cosmo stumbles back into a corner. Merc picks up a light-tube and shatters it against Cosmo's face. Cosmo rushes out of the corner into a lariat on Mercenary. Merc stumbles back and fires off his own lariat. A lariat from Cosmo, a lariat from Merc, a lariat from Cosmo. Merc jumps up and big-boots Cosmo in this mouth, causing Cosmo to return to the corner. Cosmo hits the corner and bounces out of it into Merc, who catches him and immeditally throws him out of the ring with a fallaway slam! Cosmo goes down through a table!

P-Dug: Good god this is physical. 

Mercenary steps over the top rope onto the apron, before jumping down to ringside. He picks up a chair and throws it into the wreckage yelling for Cosmo to quit. Cosmo crawls out of the wreckage and flips Merc the bird. Merc grabs the bird and hauls Cosmo up into a short-arm lariat. Cosmo eats the lariat and uses the momentum to flip over Merc's arm landing on his feet. Cosmo grabs both arms around Merc's waist and then he lifts Merc up and down into an Apron Powerbomb! Merc grabs the small of his back in pain and Cosmo jumps into a double-foot stomp on it. Cosmo drags Merc up and runs him face first into the steel post. Cosmo grabs Merc into a double-chicken wing and shoves him face first into the ring-post again. Merc kicks his leg back wildly and catches Cosmo between the legs, Merc spins around and instantly pulls Cosmo into a DDT. Merc shoves Cosmo away from him and he starts to rub his head and shake feeling into his busted hand. Toyo comes over to ask if Cosmo quits, but Merc shoves him off. This match is going to knock-out.

P-Dug: Neither of these men will quit, they will both be knocked out before that happens. 

Merc drags Cosmo up by his hand and then steps up onto the apron while still holding it. Merc lets go of Cosmo's hand and then he flips down into a moonsault! Merc drags Cosmo up and rolls him into the ring. Merc grabs three chairs and throws them up into the ring, two of them hitting Cosmo. Merc slides into the ring and grabs on the chairs, advancing on Cosmo and swinging wild, Cosmo spins around and throws more glass in Merc's face and then rolls out of the way of the chair shot.

Cosmo grabs a light-tube and smashes it into the back of Merc's leg, and then he grabs Merc up and over into an reverse exploder suplex. Merc lands on his stomach and bounces up to smash into Cosmo with a spear when Cosmo turns around. Merc mounts Cosmo and starts to punch down into his face. Over and over and over. Cosmo reaches for anything and finds a chair, he brings up the chair and clocks Merc in the face once and Merc falls over off of Cosmo. Cosmo starts to kick Merc and then he brings up the chair to swing down, but this time it's Merc to throw the glass and Cosmo stumbles back. Merc sits up and punches Cosmo square in the cock. Cosmo falls to the ground holding himself. Merc pulls himself up and grabs the chair and smashes it into the back of Cosmo's head once, twice, thrice, four times, f... Before he can hit it again Toyo is shoving him off. He's calling it that's the bell. 

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via TKO and advancing to the finals ... THE MERCENARY!!!!

Mercenary shoves Toyo off and clacks the chair down on Cosmo's back. "Lesson's can be painful kid" Merc says as he drops the chair. Merc heads to the ropes and steps down out of the ring to the apron, and then down to the floor. Merc starts to limp the back while medical staff try to help him stop the bleeding. Captain Morgan Darkwater steps out onto the ramp and the two come face to face ahead of their meeting later tonight. Back in the ring Cosmo is choking Toyo and yelling "I DIDN'T QUIT. RESTART THE MATCH. I DIDN'T QUIT."... When Toyo won't listen, Cosmo shoves him backwards and grabs his HBO Broadcast Championship, hugging it tight as he stumbles to the back. 

P-Dug: Cosmo is right, he didn't quit. But I don't think that matters when you're unconscious. We now know our tournament finals will be Morgan Darkwater Vs The Mercenary! What a match that will be!

Back on the ramp, Merc and Darkwater are still staring each other down as the camera cuts to ...

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[FN'R]

Lavender Vs Chris Page
Stip - Singles Match
Ref - Pierce Patterson

We return to ringside where we look to take a break from the tournament action.

P-Dug: We've got a special non-tourney match coming up. Lavender taking on the United States Champion. Chris Page is fresh off a series of wins and joining The House, he's got a ton of momentum headed into this match. But Lavender is a former 2x US Champion, and a former Undisputed Champion. 

Chriqui: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Seattle, Washington ... 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 demeanor 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.

Chriqui: And her opponent from Zzyzx, California & weighing in at 227 pounds... he is the EWC United States Champion... "THE ELITE" CHRIS PAGE!!!

"Stepped On" by Hurricane Chris begins to blare over the speakers throughout the stadium. The crowd bursts into boos as "The Elite" Chris Page steps out onto the stage. Page wears his signature yellow and red tights and the EWC United States Championship proudly around his waist. He looks around in disgust at the crowd who, clearly, does not appreciate greatness. Page chuckles as he begins to make his way down the ramp. Page slides underneath the bottom rope and stands up to his feet. Page puts his arms out to the side and plays to the booing crowd. He brushes them off and walks over to the corner. He climbs the turnbuckles and holds the United States Championship high in the air.

P-Dug: Lavender has been in the EWC for so long, and accomplished so much in that time. Chris Page, he's still a rookie, and has already held two Championships and won Parabellum. This match very well could be a passing of the torch in if Chris Page picks up the win.  

DING DING DING

The bell rings and the two circle the ring. Contrary to what Page said earlier in the week, Lavender shows zero signs of fear. She runs in at him. He tries to lock up, but she goes low and drop-kicks his knee. Page drops to said knee and Lavender pops up to her feet. DDT! Quick cover, but she only gets a one count. Lavender stays on the offensive. She pulls Page up to his feet and whips him into the corner. She follows it up with a clothesline in the corner. Page stumbles out and Lavender jumps up onto the top turnbuckle in a seated position. She leaps and drives Page into the mat with a bulldog! She covers again.

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TWO..
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Kickout by Page.

P-Dug: That was a close fall there early, as Lavender is fighting on full strength!

Lavender tries to stay on the quick offensive. She gets off of Page and bounces off of the ropes. Shotgun dropkick to the side of Page's head! She runs to the corner and climbs to the top. She was priming up for a cross body, but Page rolls out of the ring wisely while holding his head. The crowd boos as he stumbles away from her. Lavender hops down onto the ring apron and runs at Page. She leaps off for a clothesline, but Page counters into a powerslam on the outside! Lavender grabs her back as Page pulls himself up to his feet. Page picks her up off of the padding on the outside and lifts her into the air on his shoulder. Page walks over to the announce table and drops her with a snake eyes on the table, smacking her face on it and bouncing her back to the Superdome floor. Page starts clearing the announce table of its contents. P-Dug and KD go scurrying from their positions as Chris Page reaches down and grabs Lavender off of the floor. He rolls her up onto the table and slides underneath the ropes into the ring. Page walks over to the corner and begins to climb the turnbuckles.

P-Dug: Page has something big planned, this could end it for Lavender!

Before Page could make the leap, Toyo Yasahiro went out to the ring apron and stood in Page's way, waiving him off. The crowd boos as the referee tries to stop the United States Champion from putting Lavender through a table. Using the distraction to his advantage, Eddie Dozier comes through the crowd and climbs up onto the guardrail near the table. He jumps off and drives an elbow right though Lavender's heart! The crowd boos even more as Dozier drops to the floor and slides underneath the ring. Yasahiro turns around as Page drops off of the turnbuckle. He sees Lavender on the crashed table and puts his arms out to the side. Not understanding what happened, he gets off of the ring apron and walks over to check on Lavender. He asks some fans at ringside and they claim Eddie Dozier attacked Lavender. Yasahiro turns to Page and barks something at him. Page responds, saying he had nothing to do with whatever allegedly happens. Yasahiro gets down on all fours and checks underneath the ring. However, Dozier pops out from under the ring on the other side and he slides a salt pouch into the ring. Page picks it up and puts it into his trunks. Lavender is stirring, so Page exits the ring and pats Yasahiro on the back, telling him to get back in. Yasahiro gives up looking for Dozier, who is now long gone. Page grabs Lavender and rolls her into the ring. He follows and makes a cover.

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THR-KICKOUT!

P-Dug: How the hell?! What a kickout!

Page picks Lavender up off of the mat after a moment of arguing with Yasahiro. SMALL PACKAGE! Lavender pins Page!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

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

Lavender releases the pin and gets up onto her knees and releases a gasp of relief. Page gets up and argues to Yasahiro that he got his shoulder up. Yasahiro argues back. Angrily, Page stomps on the side of Lavender's head. The crowd boos as the United States Champion attacks his opponent.

P-Dug: Chris Page thinks he was robbed and he's going all out on Lavender now!

Page props Lavender up into the corner and reaches into his trunks. He pulls out the salt pouch and measures Lavender up. He throws it right into her face and it explodes! Salt goes everywhere into her eyes and she squeals in pain. Page grabs the United States Championship and exits the ring and up the ramp as the crowd boos him loudly.

P-Dug: Lavender won this match, but Chris Page leaves without salt in his eye. I am unsure if that's a proverb or something. But what I am sure of is, I bet Grizzly Duggan's gonna put pen to paper as soon as possible and make this rematch official for the Rampage Premiere in 2023. We'll be back folks. 

Camera cuts to ...

The camera opens up in Grizzly Duggan's office.

Duggan: I have been thinking long and hard about this all day. There are three things I need to address. Well, I guess four. I agree with my brother Polar that Lavender Vs Chris Page should be ran back at the Rampage Premiere, but we can cross that bring when we get to it.

Duggan flips through a book.

Duggan: Firstly, Flip you'll get your godforsaken match. Secondly, SONYA & Vin Havoc I have sanctioned a rematch of tonight's war at the Rampage Season Finale.

You can hear the crowd listening to this on the Extreme-Tron pop at all three announcements.

Duggan: And another match for the season finale...

Duggan looks at the camera with a pained smile.

Duggan: Moxie you hurt my family. And for that, you will pay severely. But I don't have time to deal with your punk ass. So instead...

Grizzly Duggan's expression goes blank, almost unsure of himself.

Duggan: You will face Gideon Gage. And when he makes you his little bitch, I'll make sure you're the night's biggest loser. That is all.

The camera fades from Duggan's face into...

Captain Morgan Darkwater Vs The Mercenary
Bat Of Death Blast Match
Ref - Toyo Yasahiro

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We return to ringside where the ring crew has just finished wiring up the button. The camera cuts over to the commentary booth where Brian Spade has just joined Polar Duggan. 

Spade: Hello folks, I am not usually a commentary guy but for this main event tournament finals, Duggan asks me to step in. 

P-Dug: Wish you had been here all night! Being impartial is fucking annoying!

Spade: Oh but I'm here now. And what a match this will be!!!

Chriqui: The following match is the Bayou Best of the Blast Tournament finals Match. It is a Bat Of Death Blast Match. Introducing first... He defeated Cassie Wolfe, Ace King and Alexander Umbra to get here... CAPTAIN MORGAN DAKRWATER!!!

Darkerwater walks out from the back, there's a slight limp and he's still stained red from all the blood, but for the most part he's walking fine with his head held up high ready to throw down. 

Spade: It is not said near-enough how big of a monster Morgan Darkwater is. He's legitimately one of the most terrifying people on the planet. 

P-Dug: In layman's terms, he's a big son of a bitch and he hits like a semi truck.

Chriqui: And his opponent... He defeated "Headhuntress" Aiya and Cosmo Goldworthy... THE MERCENARY!!!

Mercenary heads from the back to the ring with the same level of swagger that the Captain possessed. He also has a slight limp, and he's duct-taped his hand to hell and back, but otherwise seemed determined. 

Spade: Mercenary is another rather large individual. I heard Mercenary can watch a pot boil.  

P-Dug: I heard Mercenary trained Chuck Norris. 

DING DING DING

With the ring of the bell, these two mammoths collide. Merc brings his boot up to Darkwater's face, Darkwater fires his own big-boot back into Merc's face. Merc big-boot, Darkwater big-boot. Merc big-boot, Darkwater big-boot. Merc comes in with a lariat, Darkwater answers back with a lariat. Merc grabs Darkwater's head with both hands and then headbutts the hell out of it. Darkwater grabs Merc's head and returns headbutt. Both men now have blood streaming down their faces.

Spade: Now this is strong-style. 

P-Dug: Any normal human would be dead right now.

Merc takes his bad hand and punches Darkwater as hard as he can in the mouth. Darkwater takes a few steps back and gives Merc a smile, now missing two teeth. Darkwater hoists up his prosthetic leg and boots Merc right in the sternum. Merc stumbles backwards into the ropes, on the rebound Darkwater slugs him with a lariat that finally takes Merc off his feet. Darkwater grabs Merc by the wrist and yoinks him up into a short-arm lariat but Merc ducks the lariat, grabs on a bear-hug and then YEETS Darkwater over his head with a belly-to-belly overhead throw!

P-Dug: THESE TWO JUST AREN'T HUMAN!

Spade: I am terrified right now. 

P-Dug: SHIT. I am petrified. 

Darkwater slaps the ground, collecting glass shades into both hands. He advances Mercenary and starts to slap, back-slap and chop Merc in the face, chest and throat. Slicing him up with the glass. Merc grabs Darkwater by the throat and the chest and then hoists him up and down with a spinebuster. Darkwater sits up, Merc PKs him in the face. Merc drags Darkwater up with both hands and shoves him into the corner, Merc gives case and meets Darkwater in the corner with a giant lariat. Merc drags Darkwater out of the corner in a headlock, then swaps places with him to Punisher Suplex Darkwater into the corner! Mercenary drags Darkwater out of the corner, and then he hits the button. Air Raid Sirens go off as the bat is primed. Merc picks it up waits for Darkwater. 

Spade: Mercenary is looking to end this! 

P-Dug: This being Darkwater's life!

Darkwater pushes himself up and turns to face Merc. Darkwater yells something that sounds like "HAVE AT ME YE DOG", while charging. Merc swings hard and catches Darkwater right hard in the face. The blast takes Darkwater off his feet and throws him to the canvas violently. Darkwater pushes up from the canvas and turns to smile at Mercenary, his face burnt, bloodied and broken. Merc charges in for another big-boot, but Darkwater catches Merc's leg and uses the momentum to swing Merc into the ropes. Darkwater rushes at Mercenary, but Mercenary moves out of the way and Darkwater hits the ropes and gets hangmaned in them!!!

P-Dug: We might actually see Morgan Darkwater die at this rate! What the fuck!

Spade: DON'T LOOK NOW!!!

Darkwater flexes his biceps and throws himself forward and he BREAKS THE RING POSTS! The entire ring malfunctions and crashes. Mercenary is violently thrown out of the ring through a table, but he pulls himself up and stumbles away from the wreckage. Merc turns around and eats heart-punch from Darkwater, followed by a hangman's neckbreaker. Darkwater grabs Merc by his hair and hoists him up to his feet, and then into him to lift Merc up and down with an uranage. Darkwater grabs a pane of glass at his feet and lifts it above his head before bringing the entire thing down crashing over Merc's face. Merc rolls onto his stomach with his face gusting blood.

Darkwater grabs on a waist-lock and he lifts Mercenary up and over into a German suplex. Mercenary hits the ground hard, but he bounces up to his feet and grabs Darkwater back into his own German suplex. Darkwater hits the ground and rolls up and rushes into Merc, at the same time Merc rushes into Darkwater and they lariat each other! The impact sends both men to a knee. They jump up into each other again with another double lariat. And then another. And then another. Both men stumble back, ready to give out, but they explode forward into one more double lariat... and one of the monsters finally falls. 

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via knockout and the Blast-Case Winner ... MORGAN DARKWATER!!!

Mercenary tries to stand, but he falls back to his ass. He's spent, he's done. Captain Morgan Darkwater holds both his hands into the air, and he lets out a monstrous yell to the heavens. Darkwater stumbles back and falls to his own ass. He and Mercenary begin to laugh, as much as they can given their condition. Medical staff check on both men. 

Spade: Morgan Darkwater has done it. He has won The Best Blast Of The Bayou Tournament! He's won the briefcase! 

P-Dug: And he had to damn near die, to damn near kill, to get it! What an insane night here in the EWC... I don't think we'll see another tournament like this anytime soon. 

Spade: And for the best I'd argue!

P-Dug: Congratulations to Morgan Darkwater and Mercenary for making it to the finals, and congrats to Darkwater on winning the Blast-Case. From everyone here at Friday Night Rampage. I am Polar Duggan, signing off to go check on my brother!

Camera cuts to ...

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SEGMENT WRITERS

JoJo Rush
Moxie
Morgan Darkwater
Ace King
King Flip
Chris Page
Grizzly Duggan

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MATCH WRITERS

BBB Tourney
WRITER: FN'R

Lavender Vs Chris Page
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

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RECAP OF WINNERS

ROUND 1 - NO DQ
Ace King Vs Jamie Love (NS)
Cassie Wolfe Vs Morgan Darkwater
Jason Anderson Vs Jackson Deane (NS)
The Mercenary Vs Headhuntress Aiya
SONYA Vs Vin Havoc
Autumn Raven (NS) Vs Cosmo Goldworthy - HBO Broadcast Championship
Marquis Hathaway (NS) Vs Darius
WINNER(S): Ace King
Morgan Darkwater
Jason Anderson
The Mercenary
Double KO
Cosmo Goldworthy - STILL HBO Broadcast Champion
Darius
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ROUND 2 - LIGHT TUBE DEATH MATCH
Ace King Vs Morgan Darkwater
Alexander Umbra Vs Jason Anderson
Cosmo Goldworthy Vs Darius
WINNER(S): Morgan Darkwater
Alexander Umbra
Cosmo Goldworthy

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FLAMING TABLES MATCH
Morgan Darkwater Vs Alexander Umbra
WINNER(S): Morgan Darkwater

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I QUIT MATCH
The Mercenary Vs Cosmo Goldworthy
WINNER(S): The Mercenary

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Singles Match
Lavender Vs Chris Page
WINNER(S): Lavender

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Tournament Finals - Bat Of Death Match
Morgan Darkwater Vs The Mercenary
WINNER(S): Morgan Darkwater wins Blast-Case

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Morgan Darkwater, Mercenary and Ace King
MATCH OF THE NIGHT:
Round 1 Match Of The Tournament - The Mercenary Vs Headhuntress Aiya
Round 2 Match Of The Tournament - Ace King Vs Morgan Darkwater
Round 3 Match Of The Tournament - The Mercenary Vs Cosmo Goldworthy
Overall Match Of The Tournament - Ace King Vs Morgan Darkwater & Morgan Darkwater Vs The Mercenary

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