FN'R #445 - Greensboro, North Carolina

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

»»The Road To StrangleMania XIV Begins!««

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EPISODE 445
JAN 25TH 2019

LIVE! From the legendary Greensboro Coliseum Complex in Greensboro, North Carolina!

EWC RAMPAGE
1.25.2019
Live From The Greensboro Coliseum.
Commentators-
Play-By-Play: Grizzly Duggan
Color: Javier Omar Martinez, Phillip Loydson
Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui
Head Ref: Toyo Yashahiro
Backstage Help: Brian Spade

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Fog spreads throughout the arena, covering the thousands of screaming fans as "Come As You Are" begins to sound off over the loudspeakers.



The fans scream for delight as the MacTron 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. 

"IM ON TV!"

"ACE KING IS GOD"

"REGINALD SCARES MY KIDS!"

"CONNOR TAKE A SHOWER"

"THE BULLFROG IS BULLSH*T"

"THE GUY BEHIND ME CANT SEE"

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The camera flashes back to the MacTron which shows the current FN'R roster, and then flashing showing notable members of the roster from Chupacabra to Cameron Hayden, Michael Saint, Shadow Man, Level One and James Chambers. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Blade, Ebon, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, Kid Cactus, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray and then explodes into Sedition members Gladiator and then The Rev, before switching to recent time with Lavender and Nostalgia, Maggie Lockheart, the former Tag Champs MUCHO GRANDE, former Undisputed Champion Luke Wolfe, and then ending with the current United States Champion Ace King holding his title proudly in front of him. Ace smirks on screen as another round of pyro is shot off.



And then the camera cuts over to the commentary desk, where El Chupacabra stands with a smile and Jesse sits playing on his phone.

Duggan: Welcome everyone to another jam-packed episode of FN'R! I'm Grizzly Duggan and as always I'm joined by Mr. Loydson and Mr. Martinez. 

Martinez: Big main event planned for tonight, Jeremiah Kelsey takes on Brett Kennedy, the winner is the number one contender to the EWC United States Championship!

Loydson: Blah Blah Blah... who cares! Let's just finish this damn commercial break so that way we can see Reginald in action

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The camera cuts to Brian Spade standing in front of a locker room. He looks put together and has a smile on his face.

Brian Spade: Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing in front of the locker room of Reginald Dampshaw III who in a few moments will be facing "The Scrapper" Lachlan Kane. Now, Reginald is not known to be very kind to questioning, but I am hoping to get his thoughts on his match, especially after last week's loss to Jeremiah Kelsey.

Brian turns around and knocks on the door. There's no answer. Brian knocks again, this time much louder. After a few seconds of silence, the door opens but it is not Reginald who appears. In his place, an old man of 60 some years, looking both tired and distraught.

Old Man: Please. Now is not the time.

Brian Spade: Sorry. I was hoping to speak to Reginald. Who are you?

The old man sighs before answering.

Crichton Merriweather: If you must know, my name is Crichton Merriweather. I have been in the employment of the Dampshaw family since Reginald's grandfather. I take care of his minute to minute operations so he can focus on wrestling. But as of late, I have also been his caretaker. Like I've said. Now is not the time. Master Reginald needs to focus on his match and he needs not to be distracted.

Brian Spade: Oh..Ok..I understand. Thank you for your ti-wait. What is that noise?

We can hear a muffled, thudding noise. Brian peaks his head into the room and then quickly turns around towards the camera.

Brian Spade: Jesus Christ! Get the camera in here.

Crichton Merriweather: No! I told you to get out of here!

Bring them in...I want them to see this...

Brian and the camera crew comes into the room. The camera turns to where we can see Reginald, sitting in a chair, back turned to the camera and facing a wall. Every three seconds, he leans forward and bashes his head into the wall. He does this four times before standing up. He doesn't turn his back away from the wall, but he can be heard breathing heavily.

Crichton Merriweather: Master Reginald...

Reginald slowly turns around, facing Crichton, Brian and the camera crew. His head is busted open and his body begins shaking.

Reginald Dampshaw III: Look at the wall...Look at it. Now look at my head. Most men would have been knocked out from the first blow. The second if they're lucky. If I can do that to myself, choose to put myself through that pain, and be able to stand up and look you in the yes and talk to you, then what the hell could Lachlan Kane possibly do to me?

Reginald runs back towards the wall and bashes his head into it one more time, this time much harder than before. He staggers a bit, but is able to still stand. He shoots towards the camera.

Reginald Dampshaw III: Lachlan Kane is a dead man! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Now get out!!!

Reginald begins quickly walking towards Brian and the camera crew. Brian takes the hint and they run out of the room. The door is slammed behind them.

Brian Spade: Umm...uhh..There you have it, ladies and...just cut. Cut the damn camera. Let's get the hell out of here.

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OPENER
Lachlan Kane Vs
Reginald Dampshaw III
(Singles Match)
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The lights go out and the dark, technical music begins playing. "The Cracked King" Reginald Dampshaw III comes onto the titantron as the words begin in the song.

"And did those feet in ancient time




Walk upon England's mountains green




And was the holy lamb of God




On England's pleasant pastures seen"​

Dampshaw slowly comes out, his eyes transfixed in front of him. He pays no mind to the audience, only to the ring. As he walks down the ramp, he quietly mutters to himself, though sometimes, every once in a while, he slips into his old, snobbish mannerisms.

"Bring me my Bow of burning gold




Bring me my arrows of desire




Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold




Bring me my Chariot of fire"​

Reginald slowly enters the ring and walks over to a turnbuckle. He turns towards it and stands there looking down at the mat. He begins muttering to himself again and turns around to face the crowd. He then again slips into his usual mannerism and smirks, then raises one hand in the air and the other behind his back.

Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the Cracked King Reginald Dampshaw III!

Duggan: Last week Reginald was defeated by Jeremiah Kelsey and that loss pissed him off good folks, Lachlan may be in trouble here.

Martinez: Jeremiah just exposed Reginald for being all talk, he couldn’t even beat Jeremiah after hitting a low-blow!

Loydson: Bah, you two are just haters! Reginald just promised to kill Lachlan! Reginald's winning this one!

As the lights in the arena cut to black, the speakers come to life with the sound of "Heart of Fire" by Black Veil Brides. The lights begin to flash in an array of white and red as smoke fills the entrance stage. Strolling out to an overwhelming chorus of cheers, Lachlan Kane smiles out at the crowd and throws a couple of phantom punches before making his way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans along the way. He runs up the steel steps and bounces against the ropes on the outside of the ring on the apron's edge before stepping through the ropes into the centre of the ring. He grins again before throwing his hands up to the deafening roar of the crowd. As his music fades away, he takes off his jacket and hands it off to the ring announcer and throws a few more punches to ready himself.

Chriqui: And his opponent, he is the Scrapper, Lachlan Kane!

Duggan: Lachlan wasn’t able to defeat FSW’s Hope Diamond but this week he has his intensity on a whole new level.

Martinez: Will be exciting to see how this plays out Duggan.

DING DING DING

Lachlan and Reginald rush into each other, Reginald takes control after kicking Lachlan’s left knee and making it buckle, causing Lachlan to fall backwards into the corner. Reginald doesn’t let up and starts punching the cornered Lachlan, after a series of quick jabs he Irish Whips Lachlan out of the corner and on the rebound Reginald lands a stiff European uppercut that knocks Kane down to his ass.

Duggan: Did you hear that? Lachlan might be out cold.

Reginald drags Lachlan up into a side-headlock before lifting him up and flipping him back into a suplex with a float over cover.

ONE!

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TW… KICKOUT BY LACHLAN KANE!

Reginald flips Lachlan over onto his belly, before grabbing his legs while sitting on his spine in a Boston Crab, just putting all the pressure on Lachlan’s lower back. Lachlan’s face is going white, but he won’t give in. Lachlan uses everything he’s got to use his legs to flip Reginald forward, breaking the hold. Lachlan gets to his feet, he grits his teeth and ignores the pain while Reginald get to his feet. Kane rushes Dampshaw, and lands flush with his own European uppercut before landing a pair of jabs that connect with the back of Dampshaw’s head. Lachlan quickly drags Reginald up into a dragon-sleeper headlock.

Duggan: Lachlan is looking to finish off Reginald!

Martinez: Do it Kane!

Lachlan Kane repeatedly knees Reginald in the back of his head before spinning him around and underhooking one arm, he’s looking for Dying Breed, Reginald drops to his knees to stop Lachlan’s momentum, Lachlan pulls up on Reginald but Reginald lunges into Lachlan with a quick clothesline!

Loydson: Great counter from Reginald!

Lachlan gets to his feet, Reginald closes the distance but Lachlan ducks under Reginald’s arm and then spins around while hooking his neck and bringing Reginald down, head first, into the canvas! Lachlan makes the cover.

ONE!

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TW… KICKOUT BY REGINALD DAMPSHAW III

Lachlan rolls Reginald over onto his knees, and in the process obscures the refs line of vision which Reginald notices as he lunges into Kane with a low-blow. Kane falls to his knees while Dampshaw stands, Dampshaw rotates Lachlan into a Dragon Sleeper headlock and then lifts him up in a suplex manner and drops back into a cutter, it’s The Family Name! Reginald quickly covers!

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Duggan: He cheated to get there, but Reginald Dampshaw III does get back a win after falling to Kelsey last week!

Martinez: That piece of crap.

Loydson: Calm down Javier, Reginald said he would do anything in his power to win tonight!

Chriqui: The winner by pinfall, Reginald Dampshaw III!

Dampshaw rolls out of the ring, laughing like a madman while he heads to the back, he is stopped dead in his tracks by AC Delaney, who has a microphone.

Delaney: I just wanted to be the first to congratulate you on your victory Mr. Dampshaw. In this business you’ve got to win via whatever means necessary.. Although that doesn’t exactly make it right does it? And so Mr. Dampshaw, on the next Friday Night Rampage you will face Lachlan in a rematch in the opening match of the United States Championship tournament, the match… an extreme rules match!

Loydson: That’s bullshit! Reginald has gone on record to note he hates hardcore matches! Our GM is setting him up to fail!

Martinez: If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime!

Reginald is furious with our GM’s decision. In the ring Lachlan Kane wears a smile on his face.

Duggan: That’s a huge match announced for the next FN’R!

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MATCH TWO
Alexander Samson Vs
Dirk Buchanan Vs
"Iron" Mike Strong
(Singles Match)
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DING DING DING

The match started off as one might expect from a triple threat, all three men collided in the center and began to duke it out, all trying to find the higher ground and keep it. With each man about the same height and weight this match was a very even affair for several minutes. Alexander would land a big backbreaker on Dirk, but his momentum was stopped short via a belly-to-belly from Strong. Strong would keep the momentum for several minutes, hitting a double DDT to Dirk and Alex, followed by locking Dirk in an alligator roll that really wore down on Dirk.

Mike attempted a second DDT on Alex but was reversed via a hip-toss, Alex followed the toss with a dropkick that scored a two count over Mike Strong. Dirk was back in this one after landing a flapjack on Alexander, Dirk would go for a second flapjack but Alexander countered it with a back body drop! Mike saw this moment to explode up and hit Alex with a, well an exploder suplex of all things!

Mike leveled Dirk with a scoop slam, followed by a snap DDT and a quick cover that scored him a near fall. Alex hit his second dropkick of the match and the impact sent Mike rolling out of the ring. Alex followed him and the two men would brawl on the outside for a bit before Alexander took the upper hand and laid Mike out with a nasty clothesline. Alexander helped Mike up to his feet and then Irish whipped him into the barricade. The match was mostly controlled by Alexander for several minutes, hitting Mike with a second barricade whip and two consecutive backbreakers. Alex would make the mistake or forgetting Dirk was in the match and ate a European uppercut to the back of his head, before Dirk landed a snap DDT. Dirk rolled Alex into the ring and as Alexander attempted to stand he was fed a knee to the jaw, courtesy of Dirk, that’s right, Dirk landed his trademarked knee trembler for a near fall that was broken up by Mike Strong.

Mike Strong would go on to hit Dirk with a triple rolling suplex, before deadlifting Dirk up and into an exploder suplex for a nearfall that was broken up by Alex. All three men were growing tired at this point but no one wanted to give up, they began to duke it out again. Mike Strong landed his signature bigboot onto Dirk and Alexander landed his sitout spinebuster onto Mike before the pain in his jaw caused him to drop down again.

The closing segment of the match saw Iron Mike live up to his name by hitting both Alexander and Dirk with his Iron Strong Arm before pinning Dirk.

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Chriqui: And your winner via pinfall, Iron Mike Strong!

Duggan: Hell of a match there, all three men fought their asses off.

Martinez: Shame I couldn’t pay much attention, Phillip here was fake snoring the whole time!

All three men shake hands as we head to…

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The scene goes backstage, opening onto interviewer Brian Spade who is stood in front of some Friday Night Rampage artwork. He smiles widely as he raises his microphone, looking dead into the camera.

Brian Spade: Ladies and gentleman, I’m very please to be bringing you this exclusive, please welcome Rampage’s newest signing… The S-Factor… The People’s Camp… Scorpio!

The camera pans back to reveal The People’s Camp himself, a stunning specimen of haute couture and beauty. Today his hair is perfectly coiffed with blonde highlights, his face made-up with ruby red lips and smoky eyeliner, and his body adorned with an intricate black lacework playsuit. On his feet at the piece de resistance, a pair of ankle-high black leather Louboutin heeled boots. Scorpio pouts to the camera, which as it pans back further reveals The S-Factor’s mentor and confidant, the drag queen known as Crème de la Crème. Crème swishes her sparkling pink gown as Scorpio takes a deep breath.

Scorpio: Clock the body, clock the hair, clock the mug… perfection… yes that’s right darlings of EWC, not only is The Most Decorated Bitch in TFWF History making his return to full-time professional wrestling, but he’s here, on Friday Night Rampage, ready to make this place truly fabulous.

There’s a pop of cheers from the fans watching on the screens who recognise Scorpio from years gone by. The S-Factor offers a smile in response to the reaction, running a hand through his highlighted locks.

Brian Spade: Now you’re known for an… alternative approach… how do you think that’s going to fare here in EWC?

Scorpio: The truth is there’s nobody out there quite like The People’s Camp, Brian. The exquisite combination of fierce and ferocious between the ropes, with far more talent with a make-up brush than the rest of the female roster combined. Baby I’m going to be a sickening addition to the Rampage roster, I can promise you that.

Brian Spade: I’m sure you will be! And is it true you wrestle in… well… those?

He gestures down to Scorpio’s designer high-heeled boots, and immediately a loud laugh emanates from the S-Factor’s mouth.

Scorpio: Oh sweetheart, of course not!

Spade looks visibly relieved that at least Scorpio chooses sensible footwear for his matches.

Scorpio: No these are Christian Louboutins, they’re 900 dollars a pair, I’m not risking those in a match! But the rest is true… I’m just like Ginger Rogers… I do what all these other wrestlers do, but I do it in heels.

Brian Spade: Well, I hope your ankles are insured! It’s been great to catch up with you and I know the fans will be excited to see what you can bring to Rampage. Good luck with your in-ring debut next show!

Scorpio: Many thanks, I can assure you it’s going to be fabulous. Oh and speaking of next show Brian, I’d swap that shirt out for something linen, consider a French tuck, and maybe a contrasting chino? I’ll draw you up some pointers. T’ra for now sweetie.

He leans in and plants a parting kiss on Spade’s cheek before turning on his heels and heading off alongside Crème de la Crème, both of them click-clacking their way down the corridor. Brian Spade looks slightly taken aback as a hand lands on his shoulder, and the camera pans back revealing ‘The Rebel Child’ Georgie Nickles! Nickles has a knowing smile on her face as Spade turns to her, and the fans give a huge cheer for her return.

Georgie Nickles: Just met Scorpio eh? Yeah he’s quite something… don’t worry, after a decade or so you grow quite used to him.

She winks at Spade and heads off in the same direction Scorpio walked in as Brian Spade raises both eyebrows, completely unsure what to make of the situation…

Duggan: Well the S-Factor has landed with a bang! And not to mention Georgie Nickles is back, a long-time rival-turned-friend of Scorpio’s! Maybe these two will be the next big team in EWC?

Loydson: A homosexual and an emo teaming up, Christ what has this sport come to…

Martinez: Phillip! I for one am all for the diversity on Rampage, and the S-Factor comes with a storied past, and legendary status.

Loydson: Look I don’t mind them doing whatever they do behind closed doors, but why must they bring it out in public?!

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MATCH THREE
Big Mama Pump & Hope Diamond Vs
Völsung Death Squad
(No DQ Tag Team Match)
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The tag match never truly had a chance to get started, Hope Diamond and Big Mama Pump jumped the bell and laid out the Volsung Death Squad. After a few minutes of non-stop attacking Hope began to choke Tim with her scarf and Big Mama Pump began using her massive legs to restrict all of Bull's air. By the time the ref got order this one was all but over.

DING DING DING

Tim Lovecraft would “start” the match for his team, but with this being no DQ he would soon fall prey to Hope and Big Mama Pump would beat him mercilessly in the center of the ring. Bull was able to get some offense in but Big Mama Pump took him to town with a series of German suplexes while Hope got some chairs.

Hope and Big Mama Pump beat the Volsung Death Squad down with the chairs before Big Mama Pump drags up Tim and lays him out with the Power Driver.

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Chriqui: And your winners, Hope Diamond and Big Mama Pump!

Duggan: Hope and BMP jumped the bell there and the VSD didn’t really have a chance after that, at least they put up a valiant effort folks.

Loydson: Those cotton-soft jobbers got what they deserved. Wrestling is a man’s sport, no place for those kids.

Martinez: You do realize two women just won the match right?

Loydson: Did you just assume their gender? You really are a piece of shit Javier.

Duggan: ALRIGHTY then. Let’s move along… please.

Back in the ring Hope Diamond and Big Mama Pump remain in their corner and Hope motions for a microphone. Still gasping for air and with one arm draped over Mama´s massive shoulders Hope addresses the crowd.

Hope: To celebrate our victory tonight we have a special gift for all you fans. Well actually it is a gift for us because who cares about you asses in the seats...

Hope has to stop and wait for the eruption of boos to calm down again

Hope: .. but you are going to enjoy it as well. Big Mama here and I have decided to work together more often. That means our tag team that was diced together for one night will remain a tag team going forward.

Again she has to stop and ride out another wave of fan heat.

Hope: The EWC already had The Future stable and it went down the tubes with Maggie Lockheart. So now we give you something better. We give you Team DYSTOPIA, the bleak and harsh future where it is always 2 AM in December and it´s raining. We give you the future of tag team wrestling where only the strong survive … perhaps. If you are a tag team then your DYSTOPIA is here to give you a reality check because … NOBODY IS SAFE ANYMORE!

The overwhelming chorus of disapproval drowns in thunderous static for a moment as Big Mama takes the mic and breaks it apart. She and Hope give each other a high five and strut out of the arena.

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Cameras cut back towards the locker room area as Paul Clifton is heading towards the ring. He is dressed in his ring gear when Brian Spade steps in front of him.

Spade: Paul, do you have a minute to speak to me?

Paul glares at him while continuing to move forward.

Spade: Please Paul, the people would like to know your strategy for tonight's match against Billy Mitchell.

Paul stops, looks over his shoulder and smirks.

Clifton: Watch and learn

Brian scratches his head as Paul resumes his walking towards the ring.

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MATCH FOUR
Billy Mitchell Vs
Paul Clifton
(Singles Match)
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Duggan: Paul is looking a bit arrogant heading into our next match. It's his debut here and well, he’s got a hell of a challenge. Paul Clifton of The Family takes on Billy Mitchell.

Loydson: What amazing analysis, rook.

Duggan: Thanks!

Loydson: No. It sucked.

Martinez: Don’t let him beat ya down, Grizz. He’s just jealous that he didn’t go nowhere in his career. Billy Mitchell as of late has played gatekeeper and Brett Kennedy last time around managed to get one sneaky victory so I kinda feel sorry for Paul here. But maybe I shouldn’t. I heard this fella can hold his own.

Chriqui: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… hailing from Norco, California… Biiilly Miiitcheeell!

Tough Justice sounds off as Billy Mitchell emerges from behind the curtain and walks to the ring.

Duggan: I’ve always wondered what is Bill short for?

Martinez: William, hombre.

Duggan: That doesn’t make sense at all. Why not Billiam?

Loydson: I can’t stand you.

Chriqui: And his opponent, making his way down the aisle, weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds, from Cincinnati, Ohio, he is "The Serpent" Paul Clifton!!!

The sound of a snake hissing comes over the speaker as the lights drop low. A pair of black lights shine on the stage as "Rabid" starts blaring. A man wearing long black tights steps through the curtain as the crowd immediately starts booing him. Paul Clifton is grinning from ear to ear while slowly walking down the ramp. Paul continues to smirk while sliding into the ring. He slithers toward a corner and stares a hole through Mitchell.

Duggan: The Family is all over the place as late. Paul, the oldest, has promised to leave Rampage in his wake.

Martinez: Lots of folk have done that lately. Billy Mitchell will see just how good he is.
Loydson: Billy Mitchell is a dope.

DING DING DING

Both men circled each other as if calculating their first moves. Billy may have a few inches of height on Clifton but he knew he wasn’t going to toss his man around. They locked up. Living up to his moniker, Clifton slips free and grabs an arm and wrenches it down. He slaps a hold on Mitchell’s arm, bending that elbow in the wrong way. Mitchell, refusing to be passive, reaches at Paul’s face and shoves him away but the Serpent is not thwarted. He kicks at the back of Billy’s knee and brings him down and forward. Clifton lets go of that arm and transitions right into a reverse facelock. He forces Billy up only to drop his spine into his knee. Clifton slithers over for a cover!

ONE!

Billy rolls a shoulder up.

Duggan: The oldest Clifton looks very impressive in his debut. He’s methodical in his approach.

Loydson: This guy ain’t no rook. He’s gotta good head on his shoulders. Mitchell is outclassed. A ham n’ egger.

Martinez: A ridiculous assessment. This match is still early. We’ll see who has the last laugh here.

Clifton rolls Mitchell onto his back and cinches in a side headlock with the rough and tough bruiser in a prone position. Not for long as Billy battles to a standing position before delivering three sharp elbows to Paul’s ribs. He shoves Clifton into the ropes, goes for a big back body drop but Paul telegraphs it and kicks Mitchell right in the sternum. Irish whip into the corner, Mitchell shakes off the kick and reverses. Paul off the ropes again and he ducks under the Shit Kicker and as he comes off the over side, he holds the ropes. Billy follows him to close the distance right to a nasty thumb to the eye. Clifton looks to strike fast with a Shot of Venom but Billy smartly holds onto the ropes and Paul goes flying.

Before he can turn around, Mitchell clubs him over the back and cinches in that old standby, the full nelson!

Duggan: I never thought Mitchell was much of a singer but he can always serenade a beautiful Whiskey Lullaby!

Just barely, he manages to get his hands clutched behind Paul’s neck but not before the slippery veteran manages to get near a corner. In one swift motion, he climbs up the turnbuckle and manages to flip himself over The Outlaw trapping him in a pinning predicament with his own submission!

ONE!

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TWO

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Mitchell releases the hold and breaks free!

Duggan: And I don’t Billy expected a counter like that out of Paul Clifton here.

Loydson: That’s because he doesn’t have two braincells to rub together.

Martinez: I’d like to see you say that to his face, Loydson.

Both men, their big bodies labored with breath, struggle to their feet and dispose of any pretenses of professional wrestling. They collide, taking the frustration of this back and forth stalemate out on each other, wild fists flying with reckless abandon. Billy eventually shows that he’s the better brawler and beats on Clifton with overhead hammer shots that send the Serpent staggering backwards into a corner. He follows him back in and connects for true this time with the Shit Kicker but he doesn’t let Clifton fall to the mat. He hoists him into the air with an exerted show of strength and downs him with the Sidewinder. Mitchell hooks the outside the leg!

ONE!

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TWO!

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Clifton shows his mettle and kicks outs of that nasty looking slam right at the last moment! Billy returns the favor and doesn’t let up. He pulls Paul to his feet. Clifton shoves Mitchell away and Billy fires back with a right hand. Paul blocks it and jabs Billy right in the throat, followed up by an uppercut and then a knee to the gut. He shoves Mitchell into a corner and charges in with a clothesline into the corner. Billy stumbles out and with a twist of the hips, Clifton executes a picture perfect snap powerslam!

ONE!

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TWO!

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The Man in Black avoids defeat by kicking out!

Duggan: These two are quite evenly matched. I don’t know Billy to be much a smiler but he has to be inside. He’s in a hell of a fight with this newcomer!

Martinez: Could do without him cutting corners but what do you expect with this current crop of superstars.

Loydson: The future is now old man. None of this namby pamby stuff. A win is a win!

Clifton looks to wrap this debut up with the Snap Wrap but Billy has different plans. Before Paul can get those legs crossed, Mitchell breaks feet and kicks at Paul’s head repeatedly. Most of them are just grazing and so Paul readjusts and drops and elbow on Mitchell’s knee. He then circles around The Outlaw, peppering him with boots, beckoning back to his feet to continue the fight. Billy obliges and catches one of the boots and if it were any other match it may be comical to see Clifton hopping on one leg. But for Billy, he has his opponent just where he wants him. Mitchell spins him around, disorienting the Serpent... 3:10 to Yuma passage denied, as Clifton ducks under the clothesline, bounds right into that very same hellacious clothesline he just avoided! Billy drops down to his knees and covers Billy seemingly in relief!



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TWO!!

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Chriqui: The winner of this match via pinfall, BILLY MITCHELL!

Mitchell gets his hand raised and has a sense of approval on his face after that hard fought battle. Paul, barely recovered, thinks better of resuming this battle until later.

Loydson: Billy Mitchell wins this one through his normal bullshiterry.

Martinez: Amigo, I don’t know what match you saw. I saw two bad mofos beating each other black and blue. I loved it!

Duggan: That’s the sort of action you should come to expect here on Rampage, folks. More after this!

[FN'R]

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MATCH FIVE
Magdalena Lockheart Vs
Ace King
(Non-Championship Singles Match)
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Duggan: Welcome back to Rampage. Our next match is a big one.

Martinez: That's right. It's a Scars and Stripes Main Event rematch!

Loydson: And it's probably going to end the same way. With Maggie going home crying.

Chriqui: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The deep heartbeat bass of Taylor Swift’s “Look What You Made Me Do” drops over the arena’s public announce speakers as the artist Magdalena Lockheart emerges from behind the curtain. Magdalena steps out into the center of an emerald spotlight wearing a long black dress. For a moment she stands at the top of the stage and applies a dark cherry lipstick to her lips with the aid of a pocket mirror. The ramp in front of her lights up like a model’s runway. Lockheart struts down the ramp as if she’s modeling the dress, pausing briefly at the bottom to pose while flashbulbs go off all around her.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Introducing first... Standing at five feet three inches tall, and weighing in at one-hundred and eleven pounds; from Inwood, New York - She is the FUTURE, the Artist known as MAGDALENA LOCKHEART!!!

Lockheart walks around the ring towards the camera side, moving all of the way to the southeast ringpost before pulling herself up onto the ring apron. She centers herself on the apron and stands facing the crowd.

But I got smarter, I got harder, In the knick of time.

And me I rose up from the dead I do it all the time.

I got a list of names, yours is in red underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice- Ooh!

Lockheart grabs her dress with both hands and on beat with the song, she rips the dress down the center! Another green spotlight shines straight down on her as glittering, sparkling confetti rains down from the ceiling onto the crowd. Flashes go off from all of the hungry cell phone cameras in attendance as Lockheart sheds the rest of her dress and reveals her slim waistline beneath. Lockheart pauses for a few moments to allow the crowd to snap more photographs before entering the ring.

Duggan: I don't know, Phillip. I have a feeling Magdalena Lockheart is ready for Ace King, tonight.

Martinez: Two weeks ago she scored a big victory over Shelley Silver and Dominic Sanders in that big Triple Threat.

Loydson: Dominic Sanders didn't lose a damn thing! Shelley Silver lost that match!

Martinez: And, while you're technically correct, the Undisputed Champion did not walk away victorious.

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

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

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

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

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

Duggan: Ace King looks to be in phenomenal shape.

Loydson: And he's about to wax "The Future" here tonight!

Martinez: Well, Phillip, we will see!

DING DING DING

As the bell rings, Lockheart takes a run at Ace King. Looking to turn the tide from the last time they met in the ring, she jumps at him looking for a leaping forearm. She catches him right in the jaw, jostling him backwards and into the corner. She follows up and grabs King by the wrist and Irish-whips him across to the opposite corner. She sprints after him looking for another forearm, but King ducks out of the way and Lockheart hits the top turnbuckle hard into her abdomen. Her momentum carries her up and over the top rope to the floor.

Loydson: That didn’t last long! HA!

Martinez: Ace King is the United States Champion for a reason. He does his due diligence and he calculated that maneuver.

King follows Lockheart out onto the floor and immediately rolls her back into the ring. King steps up onto the apron and Lockheart pops up to her feet. She grabs King, looking to suplex him back into the ring. King blocks it. He delivers a hard right fist into her ribcage. Lockheart releases the hold and stumbles backwards into the middle of the ring. King steps through the ropes and back into the ring. He walks over to Lockheart, but she delivers an elbow to his stomach. King bends over trying to catch his breath. Lockheart runs and bounces off of the ropes. On the return, she leaps up, looking to hit the Sector 7 Press. But King catches her and drives her down into the mat with a spinebuster. He covers.

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KICKOUT BY LOCKHEART!

Duggan: Everything Magdalena Lockheart has tried to do, Ace King has had an answer for it.

Martinez: Very impressive, so far.

Loydson: As if you expected something else?

King gets up to his feet and pulls Lockheart into a seated position. He grabs her right arm and drives his left knee into the neck and shoulder area of Lockheart. He wrenches back on her arm, applying the pressure to her neck.

Martinez: Very painful maneuver here.

Loydson: She’s going to need a chiropractor when Ace gets done here.

Duggan: Better than needing a proctologist, am I right?

Loydson and Martinez: …

Duggan: Exactly.

Refusing to submit, Lockheart begins to make her way up to her feet. King puts his foot back on the mat, but keeps the pressure applied to Lockheart’s arm. Lockheart quickly twists her body around and turns it into an arm drag takedown. King gets up to his feet quickly, but is met by a dropkick from Magdalena. Lockheart exits the ring onto the apron and runs over to the corner. She climbs up to the top and sizes the United States Champion up. She leaps off, looking for a flying leg lariat. King ducks under her leg and catches Lockheart on his shoulders!

Martinez: What strength by Ace King!

Duggan: Will we see it?

BLACKJACK BOMB! King nails Lockheart with the Blackjack Bomb and covers her.

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DING DING DING

Chriqui: Here is your winner... the EWC United States Champion AAAAAAACE KIIIIING!

Duggan: That was a bit of a shocker, guys.

Loydson: Not to me!

Martinez: Ace King absolutely dismantled Magdalena Lockheart. She didn't put up nearly the fight she did at Scars and Stripes.

Loydson: She knew better!

Duggan: Well, folks, coming up next is our Main Event! Brett Kennedy takes on Jeremiah Kelsey for a chance at that man's United States Championship... NEXT!

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The thunderous crowd at the Greensboro Coliseum is energetic as a live feed begins playing from the depths of the arena. The cameras are rolling in the locker room area and it doesn't take long for the North Carolina natives to erupt into boos as Sebastian Conner accompanied by Anastasia Deya is seen prepping for his match. The boos erupt again as another player enters the room.

S|C:  Look who decided to show up!

Sebastian looks up from tightening his boots to see the EWC Television Champion, Joe Hustler.

Hustler:  Seabass, it's not a matter of if you show up to the party. It's just a matter when. It's called fashionably late. I wouldn't expect you to know that. That's called entertainment.

Deya:  What the hell. Is that what I think it is?! *covering her face* I can't believe you.

Hustler:  Alright you got me. I'm a sucker for a cheap laugh and this shit right here is priceless.

Deya looks to Sebastian.

Deya:  Did you know about this?!

S|C:  When I said I was going to beat Dominic by being the lowest hitting, downright prick, I meant it. When I do something I go all out. You should know this. Besides, it's kind of catchy. And on top of that it's easy money. You think I am the only asshole in the world? I am just the most professional. So, you ready?!

 

Hustler:  Am I ready? I was born for this shit. Like easy peezy Peanut Butter and Chocolate Cake easy!

S|C: Whatever that fucking means?!

Hustler: It means are you ready?!

S|C:  It's a simple as this, if Dominic thinks for a second I wasn't going to come looking for anything less than all out war than he is mistaken. That goes for anyone, and tonight will be the moment everybody takes notice. Bet on that!

Breaking the barriers of expectations, Joe begins to address the EWC camera man.

Hustler:  What's wrong? Is something funny?

The camera man stays silent as he films.

Hustler:  Well? Come out with it?

Camera Man:  Nothing.

Hustler:  Did think so!

The cameraman continues filming as the arena erupts in another round of boos.

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MATCH SIX
Sebastian Connor Vs
Dominic Sanders
(Non-Championship Tables Match)
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DING DING DING

The match started off with as much intensity as one would expect given the men involved, neither Dominic nor Sebastian were willing to give an inch of leeway to the other as the laid into each other with vicious strikes. It was bare-knuckled mayhem to the tenth degree as the crowd cheered, hoping the two most hated men in our sport would take each other out! Dominic lunged for Sebastian’s throat and was able to power the smaller man into a chokeslam. Dominic would hold all the power for the next few minutes, using his height and reach advantage to knock the holy hell out of Connor and avoid Connor’s return shots. Dominic hid a surprise three punch jab combo that left a window for him to take-a-back and power Sebastien up into a German suplex, dumping him right on his head! Dominic would then proceed to use his entire arsenal on Sebastian, there was a mighty clothesline from hell, a Samoan Drop, a running big-boot to the corner… but no matter the move, Connor kept getting back up, kept swinging at Dominic. Dominic would get the space he needed after a huge spinebuster that ragdolled Sebastian’s head into the canvas and left him looking at stars.

Dominic would make the first move for a table, he retrieved a sturdy one from beneath the ring and slid it into the ring. As Dominic rolled in himself however, Sebastian lunged on him like a fly on stink and did a ground-in-pound similar to his match with Chris Mosh from a few weeks ago. Connor wasted no movements and each punch landed directly on Dominic’s chin or jaw. After he was satisfied with his punching damage Connor unmounted our Undisputed Champion and set the table up in the corner.

Dominic was quick, almost too quick to be seen. A normal person surely would’ve missed it, but Connor isn’t normal and jumped out of the way just in time as Dominic sent HIMSELF crashing into the table! Connor pulled Dominic from the wreckage and punched him as hard as he could in the back of the head, right at the base of the skull. The Champ was down.

Connor climbed out of the ring, and proceeded to grab and set up a table. In the ring Dominic was using the ropes to climb and he threw all caution to the wind as he leaped between the ropes, spearing Connor with a breathtaking suicide dive variation. The two would begin to brawl again, with Connor taking the upper hand this time, but a misstep from Connor allowed Dominic the room to lock in a front-waistlock that he turned into spinebuster! They crashed to the ground, but Connor’s head clipped the corner of the table and the corner was torn off! The ref rush towards the table and stopped the match.

DING DING DING!!!

Duggan: Are they counting that as a table break?

Loydson: The fuck?

Everyone seems confused, finally Emmanuelle grabs a mic and to tell us the official result. She raises her mic.

Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, per orders directly from our GM’s office this match has been declared over via table break. Dominic Sanders is the winner!

Loydson: Our GM screwed Sebastian! She fucking screwed him!

Martinez: I mean, to play devil’s advocate here… it was a table break!

Duggan: I imagine there was more to her decision, but as GM her call is final and that’s good enough for me! Congrats Dominic. And now before the main event we have one final commercial break.

[FN'R]

MAIN EVENT
Brett Kennedy Vs
Jeremiah Kelsey
(United States Championship #1 Contenders Singles Match)
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The music of Irresistible by Fall Out Boy begins to play throughout the arena. Once the lyrics start playing, Jeremiah Kelsey comes running onto the stage with his hood over his head. He slides on his knees to the middle of the stage. He starts head banging to the beat of the song. After a couple seconds of keeping up with the tempo of the music, he jumps to his feet and throws his hood back. He throws his arms in the air as he hands take the formation of triangle. He slowly brings it down stretched out in front of his face. As the chorus hits he throws his arms down and start walking down to the ring. Bunch of fans stick their hands out to get a high five from Jeremiah. He gladly obliges and gives high fives to all the fans on his way to the ring. With a huge grin on his face, Jeremiah jumps onto the apron and goes through the ropes. He goes to the top rope and does the same pose as before, arms up, hands in the shape of a triangle. He flips backwards off the top turnbuckle and proceeds to the opposite ring post and repeats. Kelsey then sits in the corner of the ring waiting for his opponent.

Chriqui:Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the number one contendership to the EWC United States Championship! Already in the ring, Jeremiah Kelsey!

Duggan: Kelsey has said from the beginning of his return how much a shot at the United States Championship would mean to him, well he gets his chance to prove that here tonight!

Loydson: I hope the kid fall's and breaks his damn ankle!

'Welcome to the World... of Kennedy' starts blasting the stage, and the entire arena cuts to pitch black, as 'I Don't Care' starts playing. Nothing happens for about 4 seconds, before a spotlight opens on a man, walking backwards to the front of the stage, arms spread out. Once he turns around to face the ring, the lights brighten up to a green/gold mixture of lights.

Chriqui: and his opponent, 'Coming down the aisle, residing in Asheville, North Carolina... weighing 259 pounds... He is among many nicknames, most known as 'The Bridge City A**hole', BRETT.... KENNEDY!

Kennedy starts walking down the ramp in a slow manner, finding quick insults to throw at the crowd, and starts throwing hand gestures at them. He pauses at the more ugly looking people in the front row to further ridicule them. Any signs showing up in front of them is seen, and scoffed at most of the time.

Kennedy proceeds to walk to the ring steps, and takes a look around the arena, probably thinking of how ugly some of them are, or seeing who the next girl he'll flirt with will be. Kennedy then goes up the second rope outside the ring, a la Seth Rollins or CM Punk, and immediately spreads his arms wide, and screams to the high heavens. He goes back down and enters the ring, takes center stage, and spreads his arms out once more, as the lights go back to normal.

Duggan: Kennedy won in controversial fashion last week and one has to wonder if he'll do it again this week.

Loydson: Our GM said it tonight Duggan, it's about winning... if you've gotta scramble a few eggs to do it, oh well. Hell even our GM isn't afraid to rock the boat by unjustly costing Sebastian Connor a win in perhaps the best match of the year!

Our Senior ref, Toyo Yashahiro enters the ring and singles the bellmen.

DING DING DING

Brett Kennedy shoves Toyo Yashahiro out of the way as he rushes towards Kelsey, raising his leg and nailing the Bullfrog in his groin before anyone can even process the situation. Kelsey stumbles backwards but Kennedy grabs his arm and yanks the smaller man forward into a thunderous clothesline that turns Kelsey inside out and upside down!

Duggan: Kennedy wants to waste no time, immediately going for the low-blow.

Martinez: What a piece of crap!

The asshole grabs Kelsey’s arm and drags him to his feet before giving him a mighty whip right over the top rope! Kelsey’s face makes impact with the padded concrete floor while Kennedy flips the bird to a booing child in the front row. Kennedy climbs out onto the apron, before dropping down off the apron via a stomp to Kelsey’s back! Toyo is still down in the ring as the sadistic Kennedy reaches under the ring and grabs not one, not two, but THREE tables.

Loydson: That’s right boy! Get those tables!

He slides two of them into the ring before setting one up in front of him. Kennedy pats the table and smiles, before stomping down on the back of Kelsey, each boot falls down harder than the last on the spine of the Bullfrog and with each impact the smile on Kennedy’s face enlarges. Finally Kenney drags Kelsey up to his feet, before flipping Jeremiah into a powerbomb position and dropping him like a sack of puppies through the table! The table explodes on impact, and Kelsey screams in agony, his back is in a badway, possible worse than we’ve ever seen.

Duggan: Kennedy is looking to take out Kelsey’s back just minutes into this match. I can tell you folks, once your back is blown in a match… well that match just got significantly harder.

Kennedy rolls into the ring and sets up the second table right in the center. Toyo Yashahiro was getting to his feet but a jab to the back of his unsuspecting head rendered him down again.

Martinez: This man is just vile!

Loydson: That’s the biz kid. Get with it or get out!

Kelsey is on the outside, the energy of the crowd fueling him, the adrenaline kicking in and he ignores the searing pain in his back as he rolls into the ring and confronts Kennedy! Jeremiah slaps the taste out of Kennedy’s mouth, but Kennedy fires back by spitting in Jeremiah’s eye and then wrapping his mitt of a hand around Kelsey’s throat. Brett Kennedy flips Kelsey the bird and then lifts him up before chokeslamming him through the damn table!

Duggan: Kennedy using moves we didn’t even know he could use! Love him or hate him, that was a beautiful chokeslam.

Kennedy wastes no time and sets up the third table. Kennedy drags Kelsey up and flips him into another powerbomb position, but Kelsey is fighting it, Kelsey is fighting and Kennedy is backing up from the struggle… they reach the ropes, and Jeremiah jumps from Kennedy’s shoulders the outside! Jeremiah Kelsey crashes into the barricade but ignores the screaming from his ribs as he quickly rushes towards the apron, he jumps on with one foot before spinning around just as Kennedy is doing the same and Kelsey is able to grab Kennedy’s head and rip him out of the ring with a cutter! Both men crash into the padded concrete, and both men are down!

“HOLY SHIT… HOLY SHIT… HOLY SHIT!!!”

Duggan: Holy Shit indeed! I have never seen that done before, Brett Kennedy might be out of this match! But don’t forget the back of Kelsey, his back just took a whole’lotta’ damage there!

Loydson: Rookie’s a dumb son of a bitch!

Toyo Yashahiro is getting to his feet in the ring, a little dazed but conscious enough to see both men are down on the outside and begin his count.

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FIVE!!!!!

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SIX!!!!!!

Kennedy is stirring, Kennedy is stirring!
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SEVEN!!!!!!!

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Kennedy is to one knee, and lunges into the ring. Not worried about Kelsey, a countout victory is more than enough for him!
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EIGHT!!!!!!!!

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NINE!!!!!!!!!

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TE… KELSEY SLIDES INTO THE RING!!! The crowd is going insane!

“FIGHT FOREVER… FIGHT FOREVER… FIGHT FOREVER!!!”

Loydson: Shut the hell up! I’ve got places to go and don’t wanna watch a clown like Kelsey fight for a few minutes, let alone forever!

Toyo checks both men, both men tell him they are ready to compete. Kennedy stands, Kelsey uses the ropes to stand but you can tell he’s in pain. Kennedy moves in on Kelsey, but Kelsey goes to a knee and hits a straight jab right into Kennedy’s stomach that stops him long enough for Kelsey to leap up into a headbutt right under Kennedy’s chin! Kennedy stumbles, Kelsey turns to the ropes, quickly leaping onto the top rope with one foot and then springboarding off, grabbing Kennedy’s head and bringing it right back down into the canvas with the second cutter of the night. Jeremiah winces and screams in agony as his back crashes into the matt, but while his back is nearly out of this match, Kennedy’s head is now in similar shape.

Martinez: Jeremiah is starting to mount a comeback!

Duggan: It appears that way Javier, that second cutter had to hurt, but again Jeremiah is hurting his own back!

Kelsey is able to make a pin but has nowhere near enough pressure down and Kennedy kicks out strong. Kelsey rolls to his feet, Kennedy is up to one knee. Kelsey lifts his foot and connects with Kennedy’s head with a sickening thud as shin meets jaw following a roundhouse-shin-kick, a brutal variation on the original! Kelsey’s back gives out but the kick did the job, Kennedy lay motionless in the center of the ring. Kelsey crawls towards a corner, he battles with gravity to climb up, he lets out an agonizing yell as he finally gets to his feet. The battle isn’t over, he raises his left leg and winces in pain, but one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be on top of the turnbuckle! Kelsey turns as fast as he can, and then he leaps towards Kennedy and drops his elbow right on Kennedy’s head!

Duggan: Beautiful!

Kelsey covers!


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T… KICKOUT BY BRETT KENNEDY!

Kelsey can’t believe it, the crowd can’t believe it, hell even Toyo can’t believe it! Kelsey glances behind him at the unused table and you can see the light bulb go off in his head as he crawls towards it, having to stop every few movements from the back pain.’

Loydson: Just lay down kid! You can’t win this!

He reaches the table and uses the sturdy piece of furniture to stand. Kelsey drags it closer to Kennedy, as close as he can before his back gives out, and then slowly he stands while attempting to drag Kennedy to his feet. After about a minute of struggling Kennedy is up, and then leaned on the table. Kelsey quickly, as quick as he can, get to the corner before climbing it while facing Kennedy. The Bullfrog leaps into his Triangle Dive but is stopped mid-air via a Buck Stops Here bigboot from out of nowhere!

Duggan/Martinez/Loydson(in Unison): HOLY SHIT!

The boot connected with Jeremiah’s jaw and swatted him out of air and back into the corner where Jeremiah’s head hit the second turnbuckle, HARD. Kelsey’s ear is bleeding from the impact, and Kennedy rushes into the corner with a running clothesline that almost took Kelsey’s head clean off! Kennedy drags Kelsey up and hits a single bionic elbow clean between Kelsey’s eyes! Kennedy drags Kelsey up by his hair and jams his index finger into Kelsey’s eye but Toyo is able to break it up before any severe nerve damage can be done. Kennedy drags Kelsey up and turns him around before lifting him up into a back Saito suplex that puts Kelsey through the third table!

Loydson: This boy has so much talent!

Kennedy quickly makes the cover!

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TWO!!

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TH… KICKOUT BY JEREMIAH KELSEY!

Duggan: HOW in the name of… How did Kelsey kickout!

Martinez: The way of the warrior!

Kennedy is overcome with rage as he gets to his feet and begins to stomp down on Kelsey, Toyo begins his count and Kennedy is almost DQed but wisely tones it down and takes a walk. Toyo helps Kelsey to his feet, and Kennedy takes the opportunity to run up behind Kelsey and raises goes directly into a Buck Stops Here that connects with Kelsey’s lower back! Kelsey falls forward and is laid out between the ropes. Kennedy pays no attention to Toyo’s yells as he rushes towards Kelsey, looking to land one more bigboot and take Kelsey out of action permanently. Kelsey moves last second and Kennedy has to use all his power to stop him from flying over the top rope, he doesn’t even get the chance to spin around as Kelsey leaps up and lands a shock neckbreaker. Kennedy takes a powder and rolls from the ring, while Kelsey sits into the ring, motionless. Kennedy gets to a knee, and reaches in and grabs Kelsey’s hair, dragging him onto the apron while Kennedy himself climbs up onto it. Kennedy drags Kelsey up onto his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and then leaps off the apron to the padded concrete below with a modified Crazy Train rolling fireman’s carry!

Duggan: With that risky move Kennedy has now taken out himself and Kelsey!

Loydson: It’s all about winning Duggan!

Both men are down, Toyo checks them and then begins his count. 

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Kennedy is up and forces himself to slide into the ring.
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SIX!!!!!!

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Kelsey is starting to stir

SEVEN!!!!!!!

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EIGHT!!!!!!!!

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Kelsey slides into the ring, shocking everyone. 

Kennedy wastes no time and starts stomping away on Kelsey. Brett Kennedy drags up Jeremiah Kelsey and sends him towards the ropes with an Irish-Whip, on the rebound Kelsey hits an outta-nowhere Veto superkick followed by a deadweight cover as both he and Brett are down. 

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THREE!!... KICKOUT BY KENNEDY AT 2.99999!

Loydson: Holy FUCK, don’t do that to me Brett!

Duggan: Folks, if that was any closer… Kelsey would’ve been the number one contender!

No one can believe it, neither man is staying down in this war. Kelsey has dried blood on his face from his ear, his eyes are swollen, his back is beyond damaged but he still begins to stand. Kennedy’s lip has been busted open and his neck can barely even support his head without agony rushing from the top of his head to his toes, but he begins to crawl to the ropes. Kelsey is up, Kennedy is up, the crowd is going insane!

“FIGHT FOREVER… FIGHT FOREVER… FIGHT FOREVER!!!”

Duggan: I’ma have to agree with this North Carolina crowd! This match is incredible! Both men are fighting to prove why they should be the next in line to face Ace King!

Kelsey steps in first with a right-hand that connects stiff, Kennedy follows up with his own right-left combo that almost knocks Jeremiah down, but he stays on his feet! Kelsey lands a series of rights and lefts, a flurry of punches Kennedy can’t block and so he does the next best thing, he shoves Kelsey backwards into Toyo, before lunging forward and landing a bit of a European Uppercut right into Kelsey’s groin!

Martinez: You son of a bi...

Loydson(interrupting Martinez): FINISH IT YOU FUCKER!

Following the low blow Kennedy leaves his arm and uses the momentum to force Kelsey up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry before immediately leaping forward and rolling Kelsey with a second variation of his Crazy Train! Kennedy uses all his remaining strength to drag Kelsey up into a side-headlock. Kennedy lifts Kelsey up into a suplex and then spins him around mid air into a cutter, that’s right it's the BridgeCity Cutter! Kennedy goes for the cover.

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Duggan: What an absolute WAR we just saw… the ending was certainly controversial, but what a match! That truely could’ve gone either way.

Martinez: Brett Kennedy is a snake, and while I am supposed to remain neutral, I cannot wait for Ace King to squash him like the bug he is!

Loydson: Kid, calm down and drink your apple juice. This sport is about winning matches and cashing checks, and Kennedy will be doing both of those tonight while you go home and cry at Days of Our Lives reruns!

Duggan: Before these two get into a fist fight, let’s hear the official decision from Emmanuelle.

Emmanuelle enters the ring, she raises her microphone.

Chriqui: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match and the new United States Championship number one contender… Brett Kennedy!

The crowd begins to throw foreign object’s into the ring, a crushed beer can collides with Emmanuelle's head as Toyo quickly ushers her out of the ring. Brett Kennedy catches a half-empty beer that was thrown at him and takes a sip before tipping his head towards the angry fan in a toast. Doctors check on Kelsey as Kennedy fishes the beer and leaves the ring, heading towards the locker room while the crowd still pelts him with cans, cups, and everything else they can get their hands on! We fade to black as the credits begin to roll and Grizzly Duggan can be heard saying…

Duggan: So long folks! We’ll see you next time on another jam packed episode of Rampage when the utterly hated Brett Kennedy clashes with Ace King, one on one, for the United States Championship! Let the credits roll!

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Show Credits:

MATCH ONE:
Reginald Dampshaw III Def. Lachlan Kane
Writer: Grizzly Duggan
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MATCH TWO:
"Iron" Mike Strong Def. Dirk Buchanan (pinned) and Alexander Samson
Writer: FN'R
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MATCH THREE:
Big Mama Pump & Hope Diamond Def. Völsung Death Squad
Writer: FN'R
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MATCH FOUR:
Billy Mitchell Def. Paul Clifton
Writer: @bishopchurch
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MATCH FIVE:
Ace King Def. Magdalena Lockheart
Writer:Dominic Sanders
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MATCH SIX:
Dominic Sanders Def. Sebastian Connor
Writer:FN'R
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MATCH SEVEN/MAIN EVENT:
Brett Kennedy Def. Jeremiah Kelsey
Writer: FN'R
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Segments By:

The Family
Scorpio
Hope Diamond
Reginald Dampshaw III
Sebastian Connor
Luke Wolfe


MVP(s): Dominic Sanders & Sebastian Connor

©The Extreme Wrestling Corporation 2019

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Those who stuck around till after the credits were met with a surprise, as the screen suddenly lit back up...

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Distorted Voice: Ha... Ha.. Haha...  

The voice slowly speeds up and becomes more clear as it becomes the unmistakable evil laughter of Annabelle! The insane laughter becomes more and more intense as the sounds and visuals of the storm fade to black, and a small flickering candle begins to light the screen. Annabelle's slowly fades in from the black, her new theme "Halloween Triumphant" playing in the background.  

Annabelle: Ohh... It's good to be back! Did you miss us? The sweet sensitive Jessica... The evil destructive demon. But I know something you don't. But don't worry I wont ruin the surprise. Weeeeeee missed you... There was once of course a time when we had, had enough. But you people couldn't behave yourselves could you? We sat in the shadows and watched as all of you burned an empire to the ground. Despite our personal feelings toward the management of this company, it is still our home, and we will not stand by and watch as it is desecrated and destroyed by the men and women of the EWC locker room. Now of course... not all of you are to blame, and those people will be granted mercy. But it is time to finish what was started when Luke foretold his first Prophecy, because there is now another. 

Annabelle: And the second Prophecy which will come to light... as foretold by Luke... ends with the purging of selfish souls that play politics behind the scenes, wrestlers with no respect for the business and where they came from, and the people who came before them. Desecrating, the empire we called home for so long. So called "Champions" that disgrace the titles once held by warriors like Luke, and the legends that came before him. Champions that take short cuts to the top, and cheat and manipulate to stay there. I can not speak of the actual language of the prophecy itself, for I am not a prophet. Luke will reveal the full prophecy, because there is more... when the time is right. But be aware, he walks among us... and he is VERY ANGRY! 

Annabelle: A warning to all at the sound of my voice... A storm is coming! And behold! He comes with lightning and clouds! And he is bringing the fires of HELL WITH HIM! The fires of Hell... and her name is ANNABELLE!!! 

Suddenly she bursts into a fit of evil laughter. 

Annabelle: We see... EVERYTHING! Even those of you who hide as a wolf in sheep's clothing! Some of us choose to stand in the darkness, others choose to walk out into the light... and those people should be transparent! You may have everyone else fooled, but you can not fool us. We... see... everything. Are you afraid? You should be... and when we return you will be. I am only here to spread his message, because I am his messenger. Luke once believed himself a Messiah to the world, but he can now see that he can not save those who do not wish to be saved. There is only one thing you can do for those people... to make this world a better place. Purge them from this world. It is the only way to save it. Luke is the Untouchable Angry God and he is coming back very soon, to make things right. Everyone at the sound of my voice, those of you who have tainted and disgraced this world. You know who you are! And we... are... coming... FOR YOU! If you think Luke is returning for more records accomplishments and gold. You are wrong. This isn't about Championships! This is how his story ends! With those of you sinners laying at Luke's feet, looking up at him as he holds your still beating heart in his hand, and when you look up to beg for mercy... the only thing he will have to say to you is GAME OVER! 

Slowly she begins to blow out every candle, until there is only one left... 

Annabelle: Sweet dreams... 

She blows out the final candle and the screen goes black as the sound of wind begins to whistle, as the final shot fades in... 

*Fade to Black*