FN'R/SNR Milwauki, WS 10/3/2008

[Michael Saint]

[glow=blue,2,300]Saturday Night Rush[/glow]

Hometown Match
Alex Shelley vs Jimmy Rave

Summary: It would be a close match with Shelley winning after a Shellshock on Rave

[glow=blue,2,300]Rush Main Event[/glow]
Austin Aries vs Tyler Black

Summary: In another good match Aries would win after a Brainbuster followed up by a 450 Splash for a pin

[Michael Saint]

Opener
Kev Dunno vs Echo

Red, Blue and White lights start beaming across the arena and Psychosocial starts playing and Kev Donno stars walking down with the union jack flag and gets into the ring and stands in each corner waving the flag around

Lights flash all over the building as the first 5 seconds of "Boom" by SIN start to play after the five seconds are over, Echo, runs out very energetically, half-way down the ramp he throws his hands up as fireworks explode behind him, after the fireworks finish he gives the fans many high-fives and makes he way into the ring by sliding under the bottom rope once in the right he goes to a turnbuckle stands on the second rope and throws his hands up in a "peace" sign gets of the ropes and does the same to the other turnbuckle opposite.

(The two men circle in the ring and go to lock up when....)

The lights dim slightly and a soft fog swirls at the foot of the ramp. Red lights scan around the arena and finally focus on the entrance as Jackal's theme, "Lucinda" by Tom Waits, begins to play. Jackal walks out without much pomp or excitement, treating his entrance more with boredom and disinterest than flair and hype. He wears a black shirt with his logo on it. He stops midway down the ramp to scan the crowd and sighs before continuing on his way. He hops up onto the ring's entrance and scans the crowd again with an amused smirk at the boos and cheers. He finally hops over the top ropes and into the ring and climbs up the opposite turnbuckle. He pumps his fist at the crowd and removes his shirt before tying it around his waist.

Khan: Jackal?

Madden: No one has seen him in monthes almost. Why?

(Jackal looks over at the two men and smiles. Jackal welcomes them for a fight. Kev Dunno charges and JAckal takes him over. Kev up and The Rapture!!!!!!!!!!!!! Echo gets a boot and is put on the top rope. Jackal with a loud howl before giving Echo a Frankensteiner!!!!!!!! Both men are out and Jackal stands center ring grinning. Saint appears on the Tron not happy.)

Saint: Jackal! What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you like supposed to be retired or something?

(Jackal smiles)

Jackal: I heard that you were handing out TV Title shots as long as the person can impress you. Well does this not impress you sir.

(Saint grins)

Saint: You are a smart businessman Jackal. I admit that and yes it is rather impressive that you took them out so easily. Neither of them seem worthy of a TV Title shot. You however do. You want it next week you got it. You are put in the match for the vacant title.

Jackal: That is all I ask for right now.

(Commercial)

Returning from commercial, we see Michael Saint standing in the centre of the ring, a microphone in his hands. He begins to speak to the crowd.

Saint: As you may have seen last Monday night, a member of this roster was traded to Monday Night Brawl in exchange for returning superstar Moses Lake. While I am more than happy to have Moses Lake under contract, I am not pleased with the way in which my current United States Champion was taken from me before I could remove the belt from him!

Kahn: Michael Saint has a point - it was pretty underhanded of Mac and Xavier to take Crazyman while he’s still recognised as a champion here on Rampage.

Saint: However, I know that Crazyman is in the arena tonight, and I am therefore asking him to come out to this ring right now.

There is silence for a few moments before to sounds of “Margin Walker” ring out over the PA. Crazyman walks through the curtain with the United States Championship tied around his waist and holding the Television Championship. The Rampage faithful boo him as he heads down to the ring, climbs between the ropes and stands before Michael Saint.

Kahn: Not much love for Crazyman tonight.

Madden: These Rampage fans are furious that he’s leaving us to join Brawl!

The EWC Vice-President stands toe to toe with Crazyman.

Saint: First of all, as you are no longer recognised as Television Champion, give me that title belt.

Crazyman looks down at the TV Title before looking back up at Saint and calmly handing him the belt.

Saint: And now, I request that you hand over the United States Championship.

Crazyman unbuttons the belt from round his waist. He holds it tightly in his hands, looks at Michael Saint, then steps back, asking for a microphone. A ring attendant hands him a mike, and he brings it to his lips, looking Saint in the eyes.
Crazyman: No.

Kahn: What!?

Madden: He’s got to give the belt back… right?

Saint looks perplexed at first, but his expression soon changes to one of anger.

Saint: No? I’m sorry, I didn’t make myself clear - when I requested that you hand the title back to me, what I meant to say was I’m ordering you to give me that belt.

Crazyman: I’m sorry, Mikey, but you can’t order me to do a damn thing. I am no longer a Rampage wrestler, and therefore no longer under your control. Mac both out my contract. You have no control over me anymore.

Saint: God damn it! If you want to go to Brawl, fine! You and that dumb lunk you call a cousin are free to go! But if you think I’m letting you go to Brawl with one of my belts-

Crazyman: This is an EWC belt, Mikey, not your belt! And if you wanted it off me so badly, you should have done something about it sooner! But no, you saw Moses Lake’s name on the contract, rubbed your hands with glee and signed me away, never stopping to think for a second that maybe, just maybe, I would be a lot less co-operative once I was no longer under your thumb. You no longer have control over me, and Rampage no longer has a United States Championship!

The crowd boo as Michael Saint’s face goes red with anger. Before he can say another word, “Put You On Game” by Lupe Fiasco hits the arena. Level-One walks out, the World Title strapped securely to his waist. He quickly enters the ring, a microphone in his hand.

Level-One: Crazy Man, who the fuck do you think you are? You want to revolt? You want to cause trouble? You want to be the good old rebel, the big bad ass don't you? I don't know if I should kick your ass, or congradulate you for finally becoming your own man! Hell, maybe Saint can pull out some more cash out of his pockets, so the entire world can watch you dance like the mindless puppet you are all over again.

Level-One lowers the microphone, as Crazy Man simply backs away and throws his arm in the air, in a freindly manner

Crazyman: Glad to see you here, Level! I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. And as per usual, you’ve spoken out of turn. You ask a lot of questions, and you’ll get your answers, but first I want to ask - what happened to you? You’ve changed, and not for the better. Where once stood a man willing to do whatever it took to win, I see now the eyes of a fool who allowed such base emotions as forgiveness in his heart. You could have destroyed this place, but you lost what it took to do it. Which is why now I have to make the sacrifices you can’t. I am leaving this place without its foot soldiers and I am leaving you without a whipping post, in the hope that it might bring you back from the brink. And if it doesn’t… then you’ll go down with the rest. And I will feel a pang of guilt, but just for a moment. I am going to where I can make a real difference. I am going so that I can tear this place apart and allow something better to take its place! You and I are not good men, but maybe we can do something to allow good men to thrive. I need to get away from here so that such a thing might eventually happen. Perhaps one day you will look at me and see what I did, and know that it was good...

Crazy Man, finishes his speech with-out know interuptions. Level-One offers up no emotions; just a blank stare as Michael Saint stands by watching on nervously. Level-One lowers his head, and begins to talk down into the microphone

...You can't leave.

Crazy Man's eye brows shoot up in confusion, as Level-One slowly paces back and forth

For a year, a fucking year, Crazy Man. We have been feuding. We hate each-other, more than any two men could. I feel sick to my stomach, the acid in the pits of my stomach bubbling, because I know your name. I know who you are, I see you across the ring from me and I hate it. I fight, I fight not to jump across this ring and strangle you to your death...

The fans give a slight pop; despite their detain for Level-One. Level-One closes his fists, and they shake violently, as he continues to walk his frustration off, with a continuous pace back and forth within the ring

But each time, I hold myself back. For I know, tonight isn’t the night. Tonight isn’t the night; we end this thing between us. But now, I see you heading off in another direction. To Monday night brawl. You’ve sold your soul once again, haven’t you? You’re really going to put our little thing to the side, for a nice little contract president Mac has offered you? The guaranteed title shots, the money, the merchandise deals that fill your contract in small print. That’s what you’ve given up?

Level-One is now circling Crazy Man, who simply holds his hands to his hips watching Level-One, as he paces around him methodically. Before Crazy Man can respond, Level-One continues on

You can’t leave. We need to finish this. I don’t care when. I will not allow this chapter between us, fade to nothing. Whatever Mac has offered you, me and Michael Saint will give you even more. Twice as more.

Saint looks on in confusion, nodding his head not agreeing with such statements. Saint goes to speak, but Level-One spins around ripping the microphone from his hands, the crowd once again, giving Level-One a small pop

…Saint; I’ve taken over from here. Crazy Man; 8 million. I am offering you 8 million dollars, to remain on rampage. And to get this thing between us finished, once and for all.

Level-One stops in-front of Crazy Man, who stares back at Level-One with a glow in his eye. Slowly he lifts the microphone to his mouth

Crazy Man: No. No, Level. It’s not about the money, anymore.

Level-One takes a loud frustrated huff, before winding up and unleashing a slap into the face of Crazy Man

Listen you pussy! You will NOT duck me. You remain here, or I’ll follow you all the way to brawl!

Crazy Man: …Then follow me.

Crazy Man utters, pushing past Level-One’s shoulder. Before Crazy Man can walk away, Level-One grabs his arm, turning Crazy Man directly into his face

This world title. My career here. Everything…everything I fucking have means NOTHING if you walk out of that ring. Crazy Man; we need to end this. I will never be complete, until we finish this between us. The right way. One on one. A pay per view with millions watching, giving me what I deserve. Crazy Man Vs. Level-One. One of us? One of us never walks out the same. That’s what I need…I need…

I need to witness you die.

The crowd jeers, as Crazy Man simply hoists the microphone to his lips, and softly nods his head

Crazy Man: You just don’t understand…

Crazy Man turns, and slips through the ropes, slowly making his way up the ramp. Level-One turns to Michael Saint, who simply shrugs his shoulders in return. Level-One reaches over to his shoulder, running his hands across his name engraved in the plate, before responding

…I understand more than you’ll ever know

Crazy Man stops at the top of the ramp, before slowly turning around uttering the words

Crazy Man:…Goodbye Level.

Crazy Man walks through the curtain, as the crowd jeers him. Michael Saint begins to parade around the ring in frustration, as Level-One simply watches him showing no emotion. Saint begins to scream at Level-One, who takes the belt and shoves it into Michael Saint’s chest planting Michael Saint to the mat. Michael Saint holding the world title, looks up at Level-One in shock. Level-One lifts the mic uttering the words

Do you feel anything holding that?

…Because I don’t.

Level-One slowly backs away from Michael Saint who sits on his ass, looking at Level-One in shock. Level-One slips through the crowd, and doesn’t turn around until he disappears in the crowd of thousands, eventually fading away. Becoming ‘’One’’ with the rest of them.

(Commercial)

[Michael Saint]

We cut to backstage, where Michael Saint and Moses Lake are standing inches apart, staring each other down.

Saint: Welcome to Rampage, Lake.

Moses: Go f-

Saint: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Watch that language, Lake.

Moses: Whatever, Saint. If anything, I'm going to use this opportunity to show how weak and diluted the roster on Rampage is. You just wait, in no time, I'll have won every title on this show.

Saint: That doesn't sound very enlightened.

Moses: There's a difference between being humble and being a realist. I'll back my claim up. Give me a shot at the vacant Television Title, or, better yet, send me after Crazyman to get the U.S. Title back.

Saint: Come on, now, Lake. You're nothing but a rookie here. I'm not going to throw you any bones.

Moses: Fine, I'll start from the bottom. I don't care. Hell, I started from the bottom on Brawl, and I was International Champion within 2 months, and EwC Undisputed Champion within 6.

Saint: This is isn't Brawl, Moses.

Moses: Oh, right, so I guess to get a title shot I'm going to have to suck your-

Saint: That's enough. I'm done with you, Lake. Next week, you're going to be making your debut.

Moses: Great, can't wait to tear things up on Rampage.

Saint: Rampage? Screw that. You're on Rush. And I'm putting you in a Kiss My Ass Match. If you lose this match on Rush you have to kiss my ass.

Moses: If I win?

Saint: Then you start off you career with a win. I will not give you anything for that you have to earn things.

Moses starts to shake his head while Saint laughs in his face.

Saint: Welcome to Friday Nights, bitch.

(Jesse Payne and Serial Killer enter the room fighting.)

Saint: What the hell?

Ref: They wanted a No DQ Match! I gave it to them.

Falls Count Anywhere
Jesse Payne vs Serial Killer

(Payne hits Killer in the gut and Payne Killer!)

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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Winner: Jesse Payne

Jesse: Michael I know what is wrong with Rampage!

Saint: We create great talent and build them up only for MNB to take them. MNB is like WCW was in the Mid 90's that is the problem.

Jesse: No we are not hardcore enough. I have a plan I have someone to take on next week.

Saint: Whatever fine, but get out of here I do not need this is my office.

(Commercial)

[Michael Saint]

Singles Match
John West vs Amy Rosen

Every body cheers as Ace come out and fireworks explode and he come out slappnig people a the way to the rong

She Blinded Me With SCIENCE!

Amy Rosen strolls casually out from behind the curtain and out onto the stage. Amy looks up into the lights with her eyes closed as if she expects the crowd to begin throwing roses at her feet. When she looks down and sees nothing there, she just sort of shrugs and strolls inattentively down to the ring.

SCIENCE!

There is an explosion of pyros, which you wouldn’t know by looking at Amy, who seems as if she hadn’t even noticed, before walking up the steels steps and getting into the ring. Amy looks around as if finally realizing where she is, and finally prepares herself for the match, waiting for her opponent to make their entrance.

(The bell rings and we are under way. The two lock up with Amy going behind into a hammerlock, but West with a couple of elbows to break it up before anything can happen. West with a forearm and before hitting the ropes and coming back with a shoulder block. West goes for a standing splash, but Amy gets her knees up into his gut. Amy up and drops and elbow on the back of West's head. West up and gets a dropkick for his troubles. Amy with a suplex, but it is blocked into a suplex by West. West locks in a chin lock, but Amy is able to wiggle herself free of the hold. Both are up and West with a stiff clothesline that sends Amy to the mat hard. West with a cover

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kickout by Amy)

Khan: West showing something.

Madden: Is it enough though?

(West picks up Amy and sets up for a DDT, but Amy with a reversal into a release northern lights suplex. Amy hits the ropes and comes off going for Eureka, but West is able to duck under her leg. Amy stops and when West pops his head back up she hits him with a reverse kick to the back of the head. West is holding his head, but gets to his feet. Amy goes for another kick, but West is able to grab her leg and hits a dragon screw. West pumps himself up and Amy is on the mat. Amy gets to her feet and West goes for his Spear named Straight Outta Compton, but Amy catches the head of West and falls back locking him into a guillotine chokehold!!!!!!!!!!!! Amy is wrenching on the hold as West is going insane attempting to get the hold off of him. West is inching his way to the ropes, but Amy has him on the mat still. West lets out a scream before getting to his feet and throwing Amy over his head to release the hold.)

Khan: Nice reversal.

Madden: West with a good display of power there.

(Both are up and West with a slam to Amy. Amy up and returns the favor. Both to their feet and Amy with a DDT. Cover

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kickkout by West. West up and Amy goes for a back drop, but West with a rocker dropper to prevent that from happening. West with a cover

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kickout by Amy! West goes to the top rope as Amy is getting to her feet. West goes for a missle dropkick, but Amy grabs his legs and Sharpshooter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Khan: Its over!

Madden: Amy with her signature hold!

(West tries to get to the ropes, but Amy drags him to the center of the ring and wrenches on the hold. West is not going anywhere so he has to give in and tap out to the hold!)

Winner: Amy Rosen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Khan: West loses, but a good outing.

Madden: West will get himself a TV Title shot after that one as Amy wants some of that rat bastard Level One.

(Amy grabs a mic)

Amy: Level One! This is not over you asshole! Get out here we have some unfinished business to attend to!

(Level One runs in from the crowd with a chair. West is to his feet and grabs Amy. Level One swings for the head of Amy, but Amy ducks and West is laid out! Amy with a dropkick and Level One takes the chair to his face. The champ is out cold as Amy locks on a Sharpshooter on him. )

Khan: Come on now!

Madden: She could cause major damage

(The bell rings, but Amy will not let go. Security has to pull Amy off for her to stop. Amy finally lets go and has a smile on her face as she is taken to the back.)

[Michael Saint]

Jason Carpenter vs Maddog


"All the Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues," by Senses Fail plays as Maddog comes to the ring.

As Becoming The Bull hits. Jason waits behind the stage, waiting for the song to really kick it into gear. As the guitar riffs start to wail, Jason walks out on stage. He raises his arms out to the crowd, and points toward the ring, as he does, the ramp down to the stage erupts in flame.

The fire dies down, and small puffs of flame escape all over the stage, Jason begins to walk down the ramp, He high fives a few fans as he goes down. He hops up the stairs to the ring, and points up to the second floor as he enters. Once in the rings, he walks around for a bit before, smiling and getting down on his knees.

(The bell rings and the two men go to the center of the ring. We get a lock up into a takeover by Carpenter. Carpenter with a knee to the arm of Maddog. Maddog is up and nails Carpenter in the face to break up the hold. Maddog with a snapmare and a reverse chinlock on Carpenter. Carpenter to his feet and hits a series of elbows to break up the hold. Both men up and we get another lock up with both men jocking for position, but no one is giving an inch in this one. The two men release the lock up and stare at one another intently. Maddog goes for a leg, but Carpenter grans him and elbows him in the back of the head. Maddog won't let the leg go he wants Carpenter on the mat. Carpenter finally kicks off Maddog.)

Khan: Maddog going for a ground game.

Madden: Odd for him.

( Carpenter goes in to get Maddog who elbows him in the face. Carpenter is staggered and Maddog with a headlock takeover. Maddog stands up and drops a leg to the head of Carpenter. Both men up and Carpenter gets taken down with a hip toss. Maddog goes right away for a move, but Carpenter is quick to prevent him from doing anything to him. Carpenter with a clothesline to Maddog who gets to his feet and gets a second for his trouble. A third. A fourth and Maddog slides to the outside to create some distance. Carpenter goes to the outside and grabs Maddog. Carpenter posts Maddog before throwing him back into the ring and covering

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kickout by Maddog)

Khan: So close

Madden: Carpenter is going in for the kill early on Maddog.

Khan: Wants to prove he deserves the TV Title.

( Both men up and Carpenter puts Maddog on the top rope. Carpenter sets up for And Justice For All, but Maddog hits some back elbows to prevent him from connecting. Carpenter gets knocked back off the middle rope and onto the mat. Maddog stands up and hits a moonsault!

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kickout by Carpenter. Maddog hits the ropes and comes back with a corskrew senton splash then stands up and hits a standing shooting star press!

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kickout by Carpenter! Maddog looks up and signals for the end!)

Khan: Maddog says its over

Madden: And he will get a TV Title shot out of it!

(Maddog up on the top rope and points down at Carpenter. Carpenter is playin possum! Carpenter up and is able to leap to the top and hit And Justice for All on Maddog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Khan: Its over!

Madden: Ah!

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kickout by Maddog!)

Khab: Unbelieveable!

Madden: They want a TV Title shot both of them!

(Both men are up and Carpenter goes for a DDT, but Maddog blocks with a stunner! Carpenter is staggered and Maddog with a dropkick to the outside. Maddog gets his breathe before hitting the ropes. Maddog comes back with a Leap Into Hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Khan: Amazing

Madden: Never seen Maddog do that!

(Neither is moving so the ref starts his count

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10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)


Winner: Draw!

(Both men finally get to their feet to a standing ovation from the crowd)

Khan: These two men put on a clinic here tonight.

Madden: The TV Title is in one of these mens futures.

(FADE)