FN'R #446 - Portland, Oregon

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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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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE

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EPISODE 446
FEB 15TH 2019

LIVE! From The Moda Center in Portland, Oregon

EWC RAMPAGE
2.15.2019
Live From The Moda Center in Portland, Oregon

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. 

"HELL YEA!"

"KENNEDY VS KING!"

"MY MOM DOSNT KNW IM HERE!"

"I BURIED THE MONEY UNDER TH..."

"F*CK BRAWL!"

"THE PERSON 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 Grizzly Duggan stands with a smile while Phillip Loydson and Omar Martinez stare at each other in awkward silence. 

Duggan: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to another excited episode of Friday Night Rampage!

Loydson: Big main event tonight as we see that kid Ace King finally lose his EWC United States Championship! 

Martinez: Should be a great championship match to headline us tonight, but now we've got to head to an early commercial! 

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The feed transitions backstage, and the Portland crowd cheers as Ace King bobs his head while walking, the United States Championship affixed to his shoulder. As he rounds a corner, a hand taps his shoulder.

Voice: Ace, might I have a word?

‘The Gambler’ turns around, and he’s puzzled as he finds himself staring at EWC interviewer Brian Spade.

Ace King: But you’re not…

Brian Spade: I know. Anyway, a few words before you defend your United States Championship tonight?

The United States Champion ponders it for a moment, then turns his attention back to Spade.

Ace King: DeWalt… Featherlite… Louisville…

Brian Spade: I’m not quite sure I’m-

Ace King: Finished? ...Werner. Now I’m done, what’s on your mind?

Brian Spade: I could ask you the same thing.

Ace King: Glad you asked, Spaderade. For the uninitiated, the words I just gave you… They’re all companies that happen to make ladders. It’s fine if you didn’t clue in at first, though, because Brett Kennedy sure as Hell didn’t.

The crowd cheers as Ace slowly gets himself worked up.

Ace King: He certainly lived up to his Asshole moniker, because he said a lot of shit leading up to tonight… Oddly enough, not one word mentioned a ladder going into a LADDER Match. To paraphrase the legendary announcer Pepper Brooks, it’s a bold strategy… But it’s damn sure not going to pay off for him.

Spade still appears confused, but the United States Champion has a small smirk on his face for a moment, though he quickly turns serious.

Ace King: Here’s the thing: If he forgot there would be ladders in play, there’s no way he can POSSIBLY understand the kind of climbing it takes to become a champion in EWC, both literally and figuratively. There’s no way he can understand the struggle and strife that comes with getting to this point, meaning there’s no way he can POSSIBLY understand exactly what I’m willing to do to ensure I walk out of Portland the same way I walked in: STILL the United States Champion. Bet On It.

With a quick exhale, ‘The Gambler’ lingers for a moment before heading off screen, leaving Spade puzzled as we cut to...

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Match #1
Gabrielle Visconty Vs
Hope Diamond
(FSW Showcase, Singles Match)
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Duggan: Let's get down to business!

Martinez: The first match will put two of FSW's finest competitors up against each other. And, ironically, they will team together on Sunday at the Prime event in Mexico!

Loydson: And don't forget that Gabi Vee is the NEW EWC Television Champion! This is going to be amazing!

The intro of “Being Evil Has a Price” blasts out of the sound system. As the word “EVIL” appears in big sparkling letters on the MacTron, Hope appears on the top of the ramp and raises her arms to greet the booing fans with double rock horns. She mocks the fans' reactions by placing her raised index fingers left and right of her temples, mimicking devils horns.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... from Santa Ana, California... HOPE DIAAAMOND!

Bursting into laughter Hope struts down the aisle. She's in no particular hurry and takes her time to insult individual fans as she mocks their appearance, clothing or behavior. By the time she has climbed the stairs and turned around to lean into the turnbuckle, Hope has usually made out one fan who is particular vocal and obvious in his dislike of Hope. She points out that fan and challenges him to come and have a match with her. Smirking in satisfaction to have silenced the loudmouth Hope steps through the robes and makes a show out of rolling her shoulders and cranking her neck to get ready for the upcoming match.

Loydson: This is one woman who is absolutely lovable!

Duggan: I don't know if you're using the right word there, Phillip.

Loydson: She is one of my favorites over on that show.

”Oh Lord” by In This Moment hits the sound system as Gabrielle Visconty slowly walks out from the back, stopping at the top of the ramp with the EWC Television Championship around her waist. She grins briefly out at the crowd as they great her with mixed reactions. She looks around a moment, a little humbled by her reception, before heading off towards the ring at a soft jog, slapping hands as she goes.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And her opponent... from Honolulu, Hawaii... she is the EWC Television Champion... GABIIII VEEEEEE!

She hops up on the ring apron and looks out over the crowd, offering a mischievous smile and wink, then springboards herself gracefully into the ring.

Loydson: And then there's this kid. She's got a lot of heart and a lot of talent. We saw her make Lisa Goldrush her bitch the other night, and it was quite delightful to see that out of her!

Martinez: The only thing delightful about her is when she stops talking.

Loydson: Show the Television Champion some respect!

DING DING DING

Having become familiar with each other through encounters and social media, both ladies look at the other to see who makes the first move. The bigger, stronger Hope Diamond begins to stalk Gabi Vee in the corner. Gabi Vee ducks her head through the ropes, forcing referee Matt Mercer to step in. Hope goes to back off, but Gabi Vee kicks at her from around Mercer. Hope catches her foot, however, and drags Gabi Vee out of the ropes and into the middle of the ring. Gabi Vee launches her other foot and nails Hope Diamond with an enziguri! This sends Hope Diamond onto her stomach on the mat. Gabi gets up to her feet and runs to the ropes, she bounces off with a springboard moonsault and lands right across Hope’s back. She rolls Hope over for an early cover.

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Kickout by Hope Diamond.

Trying to stay on top of Hope with her quickness, Gabi gets back up to her feet and pulls Hope up to her feet as well. She Irish-whips Hope into the corner and then bounces off of the ropes herself. She goes for a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown, but Hope grabs her in mid-air and turns it into a powerful sidewalk slam. Hope stays on the attack and grabs Gabi’s legs, going for a Texas Cloverleaf. Gabi is able to crawl her way to the ropes before Hope can lock it in and Hope releases Gabi’s legs.

Duggan: Very smart by the Television Champion.

Martinez: She’s used some great quickness early on and was able to use some of that quickness to get to the ropes.

Matt Mercer forces Hope to back off and she does so reluctantly. Gabi gets up to her feet and runs and delivers a dropkick to Hope’s left knee. Hope drops to one knee and Gabi runs and bounces off of the ropes. She wants to go for a dropkick to the side of Hope’s head, but Hope is up to her feet and delivers a drop toe hold to Gabi. Gabi Vee falls flat on her face and Hope moves around and puts Gabi in a crossface!

Duggan: The submission specialist has it locked in deep!

Loydson: And this is where her cinderella story ends. As much as I like Gabi Vee this week, she’s never been on the same level as Hope Diamond!

Gabi fights to get out of the hold, but Hope keeps it locked in really well. Gabi reaches for the ropes, but she is still a foot away. Gabi reaches up with her free hand and grabs Hope by the hair. She uses all her might and pulls Hope’s head backwards as far as she can. Hope leans back far enough for Gabi Vee to flip her over into a pin attempt.

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Kickout by Hope Diamond.

Duggan: Gabi Vee just showed a lot of gusto getting out of that submission move.

Loydson: But Hope isn’t about to take this one laying down.

Hope is back up to her feet quickly and she stomps on the back of Gabi’s head. She reaches down, grabs her arm, and looks to lock her up into a fujiwara armbar. Gabi is able to roll away and to her feet quickly. Hope goes for a clothesline, but Gabi ducks. Gabi locks Hope up and nails her with a belly-to-back suplex! Gabi runs over to the corner and catapults herself up to the top turnbuckle. She spins around and sees Hope laying on the mat. She leaps off, looking for Ascension. OUCH! Hope gets the knees up. She rolls over on top of Gabi Vee.

ONE!

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TWO!!

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Kickout by Gabi Vee!

Both ladies lay on the mat exhausted and catching their breath for a few seconds.

Duggan: What a match this is so far. Neither of these women have given an inch to the other.

Hope Diamond drags Gabi Vee up to her feet, but the TV Champion shoves her back. Gabi rushes towards Hope but Hope hits a surprise kanabo Kick! cover!

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Here is your winner, Hope Diamond!

Duggan: What a match! Neither woman was willing to back down, but it was a surprise Kanabo Kick that would end this one.

Loydson: Was definitely a fun match to look at. Dear god this new outfits they wear are just so...

Martinez: ooookay, cutting you off now.

Duggan: Smart play Omar.. Smart play.

Hope celebrates in the ring while Gabi retrieves her title on the outside and heads to the back.

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The crowd ERUPTS as Annabelle's new theme "Halloween Triumphant" starts out of nowhere! The lights dim down as a flickering orange-ish hew fills the arena, as if the arena is filled with candles. Many fans hold up lighters in the crowd with the flames lit up! The camera pans around the arena for a good fifteen twenty seconds, getting a good shot of people in the crowd.

Loydson: Could it be? Is Annabelle back live and in person tonight???

Martinez: And if she is, who are we going to see? Will it be Annabelle or Jessica?

Loydson: Or some mix of both?

Annabelle slowly walks out on stage somewhat covered in a shadow, the lights on stage rise up, and Annabelle has arrived live and in person for the first time since November 2018! The crowd is on their feet as she pears out into the crowd.

Duggan: There she is... I've been in the ring with that woman folks, she truly is some kind of Demon.

Martinez: But you came out with the win--

Duggan: --And it wasn't an easy one.

Annabelle gives a smirk and slowly starts her way down to the ring.

Loydson: I have to know! What does she have to say? After all the controversy, after all the speculation of what happened at the end of 2018, and these months going into 2019.

Martinez: It's been nothing but cryptic messages from Annabelle who says she is the harbinger of Luke Wolfe's twenty nineteen Prophecy.

Loydson: Which we still don't really have a true vision as to what is going on.

She slowly ascends the steps and into the ring, she walks over to the corner and takes a step on the second rope looking out into the crowd with a somewhat blank look on her face. She reaches down to ringside and grabs a microphone from a stagehand.

The lights go back to normal and the music fades out as she stands in the center of the ring. The crowd is roaring, as the begin chanting!

"WELCOME BACK!!!"

"WELCOME BACK!!!"

"WELCOME BACK!!!"

Turning her head from side to side acknowledging the crowd, again smirking she raises the microphone to her lips...

Annabelle: Don't get too excited just yet, because where I go... Broken bodies, blood, and the flames of Hell fallow, and it's 2019... and THIS... is the year of Luke's final prophecy. The year of the beast. The year that everyone who has opened pandora's box, everyone with blood on their hands will meet their ultimate end. We don't need to name names! You all know who they are!

Annabelle points out into the crowd, as the crowd erupts indicating that Luke and Annabelle will be looking to target the EWC's worst offenders. She turns and points into the camera.

Annabelle: And you... all of YOU... you know who you are.

Again the queen of the damned is cut off by the cheers of the crowd.

Annabelle: The heroes will be tested, and the damned will be punished and destroyed. But I'm not here to just continue to spread the message of the untouchable one. I am here to announce, that starting today, starting right now... I am OFFICIALLY returning to the X-Division here in the EWC!

The crowd goes crazy as the look on Annabelle's face couldn't be more serious as she glares into the camera.

Annabelle: It all starts NOW! It begins today! The world will witness as the X-Division once again will become home to the most violent, disturbing, unbelievable howls of the damned... the sound of razors through flesh! And I am here... to turn up the volume!  It's time that the would be monsters, and beings that fancy themselves ghosts and death dealers, remember what fear tastes like! What it is like to stare into the eyes of death, and understand that there is a difference between, living in the dark and stepping straight out of the fires of Hell. Stepping in the ring with me, will take years off your career... that is, if you ever return at all.

I know that so many of you look at me and believe that you can gain access into the sweet, soft, little girl Jessica to find a weak point. A chink in my armor so to speak. She was my Achilles heel. But I know something you don't... Jessica... is ready. She is ready to let go, she no longer cares for any of you! If you don't believe in demons... You should... because we are no longer two sides of the same coin, you want to see a demon? I'll show you one...

Suddenly the pitch and tone changes in her voice...

Jessica: I... am... JESSICA... ANNABELLE... WOLFE!

...and then suddenly reverts back...

Annabelle: We... Annabelle... We...are one. Look into my eyes and know that I am not lieing.

The camera zooms in close as we see, the half painted face of Jessica Annabelle Wolfe, one eye is bloodshot the other a normal shade of green.

Annabelle: The Prophecy starts now... It begins with me, and I am here... to Kill... all of you...

Suddenly she bursts into a giggly laughter, that is clearly the voice of Jessica... Her face suddenly turns to one of anger as Annabelle starts to breath heavily.

Annabelle: Next week. Live on Rampage. Everyone will see the beginning of the end...

Jessica: ...And as they looked on, as the gates of Hell were opened... Luke Wolfe proclaimed... "Come and See"

She drops the mic as she gazes towards the locker room with a glare, as "Halloween Triumphant" Starts once again.

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Match #2
Lachlan Kane Vs
Reginald Dampshaw III
(Extreme Rules!)
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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: Introducing first, he is the Crooked King… Reginald Dampshaw III!

Duggan: Reginald and our general manager Ms. Delaney have been butting heads as of late, and one has to question if the GM will get involved in this matchup following the words of Reginald in the past week.

Loydson: Look, it's a free country even if you’re British. Reginald was just speaking his mind, she cannot take away his right to do so!

Martinez: You have the right to say whatever you want Loydson, but there isn't a right to protect you from the consequences of your words!

Duggan: Indeed, I learned all to well the price one can pay for their words.

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 ring, but Reginald rushes into Lachlan like a steaming locomotive and clotheslines him back over the top rope! .

Duggan: The match hasn’t started yet you bastard!

Loydson: Haha! Yes!

Lachlan crashed down to the concreted padding, he seemed dazed and confused to what had just happened, which was only made worse when Reginald started stomping down on his head!

“BOOOOOOOO! FUCK YOU…. FUCK YOU… FUCK YOU!!!”

Reginald was soaking in the hatred from the crowd, laughing like a maniac before pulling Lachlan to his feet, jabbing a thumb into his eye and sending him flying into the barricade with an Irish Whip!

Martinez: Reginald is an absolute monster!

Reginald dragged Lachlan back to his feet before Irish whipping him a second time, this time The Scrapper was send headfirst into the steel steps. Reginald rushed behind and with a mighty punt kick between Lachlan’s legs, probably killed off a full generation of kids, while the force of the impact also sent Kane’s head into the steps a second time, this time causing a dent.

Duggan: I don’t care who you are, this is a cowards move. He attacked Lachlan early and has done nothing but target the head to keep Kane out of this one!

Loydson: Extreme rules you big baby! AC did this to Lachlan, she did this!

Reginald dragged Kane back up, and immediately locked on a Dragon Sleeper hold, causing a temporary lack of blood flow to Lachlan’s brain while Reginald gave a sick smile.

“YOU SUCK… YOU SUCK… YOU SUCK!”

“YOU CANT WRESTLE… YOU CANT WRESTLE… YOU CANT WRESTLE!”

“COWARD… COWARD… COWARD!”

Reginald soaked in the hatred before lifting Kane up and swinging his body down into a cutter, landing a perfect The Family Name while ring doctors and backstage personnel rushed the scene and backed Reginald up. Our ref for the match, or whatever you call it, Peirce Patterson was holding Reginald back before Reginald shoved him out of the way and began pushing aside backstage personnel to get to Kane again.

Martinez: You’ve done enough dammit!

Loydson: Not nearly enough my boy!

Reginald pulled Lachlan up into a suplex position before lifting him up and swinging him around into a second The Family Name, Lachlan was completely out of it. Meanwhile, Reginald was having the time of his life.

“Lampshades on fire” sounds off to a roar of cheers from the crowd. Reginald looked up to see our General Manager, mic in hand.

AC: Reginald, I put you into this match as a punishment but also I wanted you to prove yourself, prove that you are as good as you think, live up to your own hype.. And frankly I am disappointed in you.You didn’t prove yourself to be anything more than a coward here today.

She gave a deep sigh.

AC: But while it appears Lachlan is in no fighting shape, a monkey doesn’t stop my show. Reginald, I am declaring you the winner of this match.

Reginald smile grows wider.

AC: And you will also pay a fifteen thousand dollar fine.

The smile shrunk a bit.

AC: Should you fail in the payment, I will double it and suspend your ass faster than you can say “Crooked King”... now, go home and get out of my sight.

With that, our GM headed backstage again, a look of rage on her face. Reginald began to smile and laugh again before heading up the ramp, the paramedics check up on Lachlan while we head to…

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Match #3
Jai Savage Vs
Orion Samson Vs
Shelley Silver
(Triple Threat)
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The lights go out and the arena is swallowed in darkness broken up only by the bright LED dots in the crowd of scattered smartphone screens. As the first notes of 'Duality' begin to play, searchlights sweep across the stage and the audience.

I push my fingers into my eyes...

It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...

But it's made of all the things I have to TAKE

The moment the drums kick in, strobes flash with each thumping beat, and suddenly the spotlights fix on a figure standing in the crowd at the top of the stairs, head bowed.

Chriqui: Making his way to the ring... Standing six feet, two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds... Fighting out of Vancouver, Canada... "SPARTAN" JAI SAVAGE!

At the sound of his name, Jai lifts his head, exposing the stark white-red-black of his war paint. He moves though the sea of humanity, slapping hands with fans on his way to the ring without ever taking his eyes off the squared circle. He vaults the barricade with ease and grace, and slides under the bottom rope and across the ring to kneel in the center.

Jai slams his fist on the mat, triggering a burst of pyro from the ring posts. He jumps to his feet, pounds his fist against his chest over his heart, then starts pacing the ring like a predator waiting for prey.

Duggan: A triple threat contest here, and ‘The Spartan’ is ready to take on two of EWC’s best!

Martinez: He operates under a strict code of practice – no cheating, no scheming, just straight-up fighting. You’ve gotta respect that!

Loydson: It’s idiotic… who passes up advantages?!

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Making her way down the aisle, accompanied by Isabelle Wentworth, now residing in Philadelphia, PA, please welcome Orion Samson

"The World Belongs to me" by My Darkest Days suddenly starts playing as Orion Samson steps out onto the stage with her wife Isabelle right by her side. They stand at thee top, look out at the audience before descending down the ramp. When Orion reaches the bottom, she gives Isabelle a kiss before slipping into the ring. She stands on the turnbuckle while posing for the fans.

Duggan: Some fans call her ‘The PsychoBitch’ – when her mean streak comes out, bodies hit the floor!

Martinez: She’s been making the rounds across the entire EWC, unfortunately coming up short on PRIME and Brawl – maybe with three competitors in the ring Samson can use that mean streak to take advantage and score her first EWC victory?

Loydson: … she kissed… a girl…

Martinez” … oh you’re impossible to work with.

Shelley Silver walks out onto the stage with Sloane Cameron by her side as "I am the Fire" beings to play.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: From Seattle, Washington… She is the leader of the Raindrops… Shelley! Silver!

Shelley grins as she looks around and makes her way to the ring, high-fiving fans and stopping to take selfies with them before hopping up onto the ring apron. She wipes her feet off before stepping between the bottom and middle ropes. As the song fades out, she begins bouncing off of the ropes, preparing herself for the match.

Duggan: Last time we saw Shelley here on Rampage she came up short in a big triple threat that included The Undisputed Champion, Dominic Sanders. She’ll be looking for a return victory here to assert her place in the EWC.

Martinez: She’s held EWC gold in the past and is one of the fan’s favourites in-ring, it’s always a pleasure to watch Silver in action.

Loydson: Christ nobody in this match is vaguely interesting… oooh I fight for honour and the fans… BOOOOOORING.

DING DING DING

As the match begins all three competitors stare one another down and begin to circle the ring, before going for a three-way lock-up. Savage has the clear size-advantage and manages to over-power Silver and Samson, who throw one another an annoyed expression and run straight for Savage with a double dropkick that sends him back into the corner. Silver and Samson turn to one another and lock-up themselves, with Silver wrenching Samson round into a wristlock, then hammerlock, and finally a headlock. She wrenches at Samson’s neck however Samson takes the opportunity and hauls Silver up, dropping her down with a hard back suplex. Silver follows it up with a standing leg drop, then drags Samson up and drops her with a hard DDT. Silver then turns around, setting herself up for a standing moonsault – but Jai Savage is back in the match and floors Silver with a clothesline! He hauls Silver to her feet and drops her with a snap suplex, before dragging Silver to her feet slamming her down with an STO. He makes a cover… one… two—easy kickout from Shelley Silver.

Duggan: It’s all action in the early going here as these three find their feet. You’ve got the relative power of Savage, the experience of Silver, and the explosive attitude of Samson.

Loydson: Is it over yet? I’m done with this one…

As Savage and Silver get up from the attempted pinfall Savage hauls at Silver and sends her to the ropes with an irish whip, and as Silver hangs onto the ropes Savage follows it up with a shoulder block to send her down to the floor. Savage turns around and looks to pull the downed Orion Samson to her feet, however Samson spots the chance for a quick victory and manages to catch Savage with a roll-up attempt – one… two… -- Savage throws the shoulder up in time, escaping the attempt. Both Samson and Savage are on their feet and Samson explodes at him, throwing a series of hard elbows and knees at Savage, before she catches him for an attempted belly-to-belly suplex. The size difference makes it slightly more difficult for her and Savage elbows his way out – only for Samson to battle back with a brutal roundhouse! It sends Savage back into the corner, and Samson’s eyes narrow as she spots an opportunity. She runs to the corner looking for Cosmo Splash, her big boot – only for Silver to reach up from the outside and drag Savage out of the way! Samson’s boot hits the turnbuckle and she turns around in pain whilst Silver climbs onto the apron and leaps up, using the top rope for a springboard moonsault onto Orion Samson! She hooks the leg… one… two… thr—broken up by Jai Savage in the nick of time.

Martinez: This one’s heating up!

All three competitors are in the ring and slowly get to their feet, staring one another down, before all three go for the lock-up they attempted at the start. This time Silver and Samson get the advantage, each throwing a boot into Savage’s gut before they haul him up and drop him with a suplex, before going fist-to-fist across the ring themselves. Samson manages to catch one of Silver’s fists and attempts to spin her around, trying the Belt of Orion, her bridging German suplex – however Silver battles her way out of it and elbows back at Samson sending her back. Silver then runs and goes for the Falling Rain, her spinning headscissors into kneeling facebuster – however as she gets her legs around Samson’s head Orion spots her chance and rotates Silver around into a brutal sit-out sideslam.

Duggan: A big counter to two attempted finishing moves there, one of these competitors is closing in on victory!

Samson pushes herself up to her feet and begins to stamp her feet, staring at the downed Silver as she looks to set her up for another attempt at the Belt of Orion. She stamps her feet harder as Silver uses the ropes to get to her feet, stumbling backwards as Samson stretches her hands out – BUT SHE’S BLINDSIDED BY THE V-42, A HUGE RUNNING KNEE, FROM SAVAGE! As Silver turns around Savage runs again – DROPPING HER WITH THE TOMAHAWK LARIAT! Savage makes the cover…

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Duggan: Out of nowhere! Savage floors both of them and takes the victory!

Martinez: An impressive showing from all three competitors, and Jai Savage comes out on top.

Loydson: Oh it’s done, thank God…

Chriqui: The winner of tonight's match, ‘The Spartan’ Jai Savage!

Savage gets to his feet and celebrates his victory as both Silver and Shelley slowly get to their feet. All three give respectful nods before Savage is left alone in the ring to celebrate.

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Match #4
Dirk Buchanan Vs
Jeremiah Kelsey
(Singles Match)
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Duggan: Guys, I’m so hungry right now.

Martinez: Psst, we’re live.

Duggan: Oh, uh, welcome back to Friday Night Rampage!!

Loydson: You soup-addled hoople head, I’m surprised you know what day it is.

Martinez: Shut it, one day Grizzly is gonna pop your head like a pimple, amigo.

Duggan: Oh, no, those days are long past! I’m a peaceful man. I’ve discovered my Buddhist roots. But enough about me, we’ve got another match in our United States title shot tournament. Dirk Buchanan takes on Jeremiah Kelsey. Bound to be a great match, friends.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: The following match is a first round match in the EWC United States Championship #1 Contender tournament and it is scheduled for one fall!

Lights throughout the arena begin to dim as Engineer Says by Dr. Dog starts up. Dirk Buchanan soon steps out from behind the curtain, where smoke billows out from the ground on either side of him.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: First, now residing in the Pacific Northwest, weighing in at 235 pounds, Dirk Buchanan!

He stands for a brief moment, runs his hand through his hair, before slowly making his way down the ramp as he acknowledges the fans along the way.

Duggan: Since joining Rampage, Mr. Buchanan has found some success. He came up short against the versatile veteran Mike Strong but he looks to rebound tonight.

Martinez: He’s a smart young man. He has a great philosophy towards life and it may just translate into success tonight.

Loydson: He looks like a vegan. I can’t abide by that.

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.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: And his opponent, now residing in London, England, weighing in at 171 pounds, Jeremiah was a bullfrog and he was a friend of mine, KELSEY!!!

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, observing Dirk.

Duggan: Mr. Kelsey has had a rough go of it, too. A loss to Brett Kennedy recently has shaken him to a core. He’s still very young in his career so I hope he sticks to it!

Martinez: Yes, I agree, my burly friend!

Loydson: This rook should just hang up the boots preemptively. He’s a walking cure for insomnia.

DING DING DING

The two gentlemen step to the middle of the ring with referee Mike Michaelson in between them. They shake hands.

Loydson: Gross.

They circle each other, feigning closing in. Eventually they lock up with the traditional collar and elbow. There is a jockeying for position but eventually, Dirk, outweighing Kelsey by a good 60 pounds pushes Kelsey into the ropes. There is a moment where the hold isn’t released before Dirk backs away politely. He allows Kelsey to clear the ropes and they lock up once more. He grabs an arm wrenching it down, putting the point of his elbow into Dirk’s, driving him down to a knee. Dirk, smartly sweeps the back of Kelsey’s leg and he falls on his back. Dirk, however does not expect to the bullfrog to kip backup and as he tries to retaliate, he gets caught with a deep arm drag. He releases, and the two are back. Kelsey uses his own momentum to swing the frontiersman into the ropes. Buchanan baseball slides between Kelsey’s legs but on the turn of a time, Kelsey leaps up and locks on a front face lock, his legs flailing in the air …

Duggan: Kelsey’s wants that Killshot!!

But Dirk resists and he refuses to be driven down, he tosses Kelsey forward and the agile superstar lands on his feet. He charges forth looking for a jaw shattering lariat but ducks through, hits the ropes once more, and spins around Dirk with a tilt a whirl headscissors takedown. As Buchanan scrambles to his feet, he’s caught with a hurricanrana with a tight roll up!

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Buchanan shoves Kelsey off the pin and the Bullfrog hits chestfirst into the top rope. Dirk shows he’s no slouch when it comes to speed and quickly snaps him over with a german suplex a high arching bridge!

ONE!

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TWO!

Kelsey is just able to his shoulder up!

Duggan: That was very close!! These two are going hold for hold tonight. The United States title is arguably one of the most prestigious title in the EWC right now

Loydson: Arguing with you is like arguing with a wall, kid.

Martinez: You have to think Kelsey felt like he hit a wall right there.

Dirk keeps on the offensive, stomping at Kelsey, keeping him off balance. He grabs Jeremiah by an arm and pulls him up to his feet, yanking him close with a knee to the midsection. Snapmare, sharp kick to the back, he then runs past Kelsey. Off the ropes and he whiffs on another kick as Kelsey fights back with a drop toe hold. He floats over with a front chancery with Kelsey with Dirk in a prone position. The weight advantage is too much as Dirk is to his knees and fights out of the front facelock with a stiff forearm to the ribs. That creates a little separation. He gutwrenches Jeremiah into the air and tosses him back first into the turnbuckle with a buckle bomb! Kelsey stumbles out of the corner and is grabbed with a short arm lariat right into a tight lateral press!

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Defiant kick out at two!

Duggan: Mr. Kelsey is showing amazing perseverance. Buchanan is a hard hitting fighter and he seems to have keyed into Kelsey’s confidence issues.

Loydson: Dirk ain’t man enough to take advantage of it.

Martinez: You think the quality of man is measured by how much he cheats, or if he does at all. That’s pathetic.

Loydson: You’re the pathetic one, you washed up hack.

Buchanan drops an elbow and on his sternum, pulls up his opponent, and shoves him backfirst intot the corner. He charges in and gets caught with a reverse elbow. Dirk goes in for a second time and Jeremiah vetoes that with a hellacious superkick. Buchanan is laid out. He vaults up to the top rope, Dirk is in the dropzone and he leaps off with the Triangle Drive!! Dirk rolls away but Kelsey rolls through! Dirk is back up and tries to clobber Kelsey with a forearm, but Kelsey ducks under and rolls him up!!

ONE!

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TWO!

Dirk gets his shoulders off the mat and locks in Ruby Magic! The guillotine choke with Kelsey has Kelsey struggling. Mike Michaelson is checking for the submission. At first, it looks like Kelsey would reverse as he gets to his feet but that choke drops him to a knee, dropping Dirk back onto the mat. He starts to fade…

Duggan: Hey! Dirk’s shoulders … Dirk’s shoulders are pinned on the mat clean. What are you doing, ref?

With the guillotine sunk in, Dirk’s shoulder blades are indeed on the mat and yet no count. Very lightly, Kelsey taps out.

DING DING DING!!!

Duggan: Guys, what the hell just happened? Kelsey tapped out … but Dirk was pinned. At least three times over!!

Martinez: Referees are humans, too. But I don’t know how you could miss that.

Loydson: If I were the referee, I’d ignore anything Kelsey did, too.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: The winner of tonight's match via submission and advancing to the second round, DIRK BUCHANAN!

Dirk gets his hand raised by the referee. Kelsey is coming to and he realizes that he has washed out of his tournament. He starts to plead his case to the referee. That Dirk was pinned one, two, three but no avail. His expression is one of absolute dejection. Dirk distances himself from Kelsey, not one to be confrontational. The camera fades on a long shot of Kelsey, sitting on the edge of the ring apron with his hands buried in his palms. Dirk leaves the ring while Jeremiah gets to his feet to again make his case to our ref who completely blows him off. Enraged Kelsey spins the our around to look him in the face and the Mike Michaelson stumbles into Jeremiah who answers by shoving Mike off his feet and backwards into the corner. Mike comes out swinging at Jeremiah but eats a Veto Superkick to the jaw before he can do anything. Jeremiah looks around at the crowd, he appears shocked at what he just did.

Loydson: That bastard attacked a ref!

Duggan: Giving a similar situation, I'd do and have probably done the same.

Lodyson: Oh, the big dumb oaf would do it so everyone can?

Martinez: You should watch who you call dumb Loydson, Duggan looks like he's not eaten yet today!

Jeremiah rolls out of the ring while some medical staff checkup on the ref.

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Match #5
Alpha Wolf Vs
Scorpio
(FN'R Debut Showcase Singles Match)
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Chriqui: Please welcome, from London, England, weighing in at 205 lbs... 'The S-Factor'... 'The People's Camp'... Scorpio!

'... Ready For It?' - Taylor Swift hits the speakers as the house lights go down, switching to a spotlight focused on the curtain. It parts, revealing 'The S-Factor' Scorpio stood behind, a hand on his hip, the other raised above his head, cutting a beautiful silhouette. He sashays forward, a long coat dripping in jewels swaying with every step. Behind him steps Crème de la Crème, Scorpio's drag queen confidant and manager. The two look to one another and nod, before Scorpio opens his coat and drops it to the floor, revealing another stunning outfit. He steps down the ramp with a confident strut, emulating that of the catwalk models of Paris and Milan, before reaching the ring. Scorpio climbs up one set of steps as Cèeme climbs the other, parting the ropes to allow 'The People's Camp' in. Stepping into the middle of the ring Scorpio raises one arm, and blows a kiss with the other, a smile forming on his beautifully made-up face.

Duggan: This is a debut that I know I have been waiting for folks. Scorpio is known all around the wrestling world.

Loydson: dude looks like he does all his shopping in a dumpster behind a dollar general.

Martinez: You are just a lovely ray of sunshine Loydson.

Chriqui: Ladies and gentleman making his way to the ring accompanied to the ring by his wife Annabelle Gatner from Albuquerque New Mexico standing six feet seven inches and weighing in at two hundred sixty-five pounds he is the American Alpha Wolf ADAM GATNER!!!

Of Wolf and Man by Metallica plays and Adam and Annabelle comes to the ramp and Adam howls like a wolf and the fans howl back. They come down the aisle and they high five the fans and Adam lowers the ropes for Annabelle and she enters the ring. Adam then enters the ring and climbs the turnbuckles and howls again and the fans again howls with them.

Duggan: A lot of hype surrounding Alpha Wolf as well. The raw power of this seasoned vet makes him a very dangerous man in the ring.

Martinez: This match should be a very interesting indeed!

DING DING DING

With the bell Scorpio and Wolf rush into each other, locking up in a shoulder/collar tie-up. Neither man is giving an inch, but Wolf is able to twist Scorpio's arm and take a back. Alpha Wolf pushes Scorpio forward into the ropes and on the rebound catches him with a big boot to the jaw, before dropping down for a cover!

ONE!

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Duggan: and with that Wolf makes the first pinning attempt of the match.

Scorpio gets up to his feet but is leveled following a haymaker tossed by Wolf. Wolfe drags him up and hits a quick DDT before making a second cover!

ONE!

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T… KICKOUT BY SCORPIO!

Wolf drags Scorpio back up to his feet before yanking his arm forward into a huge clothesline. Wolf attempts another clothesline but Scorpio rolls out of the ring.

Martinez: And Scorpio needs a breather early into this one.

Wolf follows Scorpio out of the ring and heads towards him before The S-Factor quickly spins around and sends a superkick straight into Wolf’s chest! Wolf gasps for breath as he drops to a knee before eating a second superkick, this one to the jaw.

Duggan: Scorpio was playing opossum and now he has his chance!

Scorpio rolled Wolf back into the ring before rushing towards the opposite ropes, on the rebound Scorpio leaps towards Wolf into a hurricanrana and a quick cover!

ONE!

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TW… KICKOUT BY ALPHA WOLF!

Scorpio wasted no time and brought Alpha back up to his feet before quickly snapping him into a neckbreaker, and then snapping him up and back into a suplex followed quickly by a standing moonsault and a cover!

ONE!

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Martinez: Quite a back and forth these two are having right now!

Scorpio dragged Wolf up to his feet, but Wolf shoved him back. Wolf attempted a haymaker, while Scorpio tried a superkick and they connected, fist to foot. Both men felt the shock of the recoil but Scorpio was just able to overcome and rush in with an AGR cutter from outta nowhere! Scorpio make a deep cover!

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Duggan: Quite a match from two very talented men, in the end it was a shock finisher that would end the match.

Martinez: Impressive victory from Scorpio to say the least! But Alpha showed he’s got more than enough to get it done in the ring. These two have the makings to be major players on Friday Nights.

Back in the ring, Alpha Wolf and Scorpio shake hands before exiting the ring to interact with the crowd. Camera cuts to…

[FN'R]

[FN'R]

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The scene goes backstage and there’s a small pop of cheers from the fans as we open on ‘The S-Factor’ Scorpio walking through the corridors following his victory. A small army of stylists follow suit, some dabbing sweat from his face, others applying foundation as they walk, one with a hairdryer and brush frantically re-styling his hair. As they round a corner Brian Spade approaches; notably after his recent fashion appraisal he is now sporting a new outfit. 

Scorpio: Ah Brian my darling, looking much better I must say. Those chinos are divine!

Brian Heart: Um, thanks. May I grab a few words?

Scorpio: Of course, fire away! 

Brian goes to begin the interview however Scorpio stops walking and holds out a finger, hushing him. He then pouts and one of the stylists applies a layer of lipstick to match the eyeliner another stylist is applying. The People’s Camp smacks his lips and smiles, before clicking his fingers for the entourage to continue. 

Brian Heart: So you’ve just come from a victory over Adam Gatner, how does it feel to be 1 and 0 in EWC?

Scorpio: It feels... right. Gatner put up tough competition but The S-Factor isn’t known as a top bitch for nothing. It’s precisely the debut I wanted to make. I hope the rest of the Rampage roster, and indeed the EWC, is sitting up and taking note. You may see a haze of perfume and an array of make-up and think I’m little more than a sideshow act... well darlings this cat has claws!

He winks to the camera. 

Brian Heart: And what do you think the future holds for The S-Factor?

Scorpio: More challenges, more battles... and who knows... maybe even the glitz and glamour of some gold?

Scorpio smiles to the camera and gestures a championship belt around his waist before walking off ahead with a swing in his hips and the click of his heels echoing throughout the corridor whilst the entourage runs alongside. Heart nods his head as if to say ‘fair enough’ as the scene fades out. 

Duggan: One victory down and Scorpio means business!

Loydson: A grown man... having make-up put on... it’s... it’s just not natural I’m telling you!

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Match #6
Paul Clifton Vs
Sebastian Connor
(Singles Match)
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Announcer Name: Making his way down the aisle, weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds, from Cincinatti, 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 waits.

Duggan: Last week Paul Clifton came up short against Billy Mitchell, but tonight he gets the chance not just to score a big win on the return, but also advance in the US Championship Tournament!

Martinez: We’ve seen some exciting matches in this tournament so far, I wonder which of these two will be going one step further.

Loydson: Finally two competitors I can get behind – it’s a downright farce they’re going up against each other rather than being allowed to destroy some of the wimps in this tournament.

The house lights darken. The first powerful chords of Fozzy's "Wolves at Bay" emanate throughout the arena. Sebastian Conner's smug visage flashes across the big screens and cues the audience to erupt into loud cheers. It matters not to the man who has just stepped out onto the stage.

♫ PUSHING. PUSHING.

YOU'RE GIVING ME NO CHOICE

HUMILIATE. INTIMIDATE.

UNTIL I HIT THE BREAKING POINT

BACK TO THE WALL

KEEPING THE WOLVES AT BAY ♫

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Now onto his way to the ring, now making his residence in Vail, Colorado, ladies and gentlemen, what stands before you is the true future of professional wrestling, he is the King of the Hunt, SEBASTIAN CONNOR!

White strobe lights briefly identify Sebastian in the darkness as he saunters down the ramp. He can be heard, taking issue with with the few members of the audience who are booing him. He gives it right back with venomous cut downs while also talking any trash to men, women, and children alike as he makes his way down to the ring. He is sporting custom made fighter's shorts and black boots to match. He has a seriousness to him as he continues his march towards the ring. The fans eat it up as he rolls in, pushing pass McQueen, and makes a beeline towards the far corner and climbs up onto the second rope. As Connor raises his arms out to the side, the house lights come back as he peers over the packed and buzzing arena crowd. He looks down on them with an arrogant yet appreciative smirk. With agility befitting of a man of his stature, he hops off turnbuckle and turns to the entrance ramp awaiting his opponent jumping and checking his wrist tape.

Duggan: We heard some strong words from Conner last time on Rampage, can he follow it up with a big win tonight?

Loydson: Conner as United States Champion or Clifton as United States Champion, I can’t decide which I love more!

DING DING DING

There is a clear size advantage on this one however the wiley Conner isn’t about to try and lock-up with a man much bigger than him – and as Clifton goes for an attempt at locking up and he throws a boot to Clifton’s midsection and slams an uppercut into Clifton’s face. Conner runs off the ropes and throws a high knee into Clifton’s head, and as Clifton spins around Conner attempts a roll-up pinfall, which Clifton easily kicks out from. The two get to their feet and Conner attempts to hook Clifton in an early sleeper hold, however Clifton elbows backwards, and as Conner spins Clifton catches him with a big back suplex. He then leaps on the downed Conner and rails him with a series of fists, before he gets to his feet and begins to stamp down hard on the downed Conner. Clifton hauls Conner up and runs him off the ropes, and as Conner rebounds Clifton scoops him up and drops him with a sit-out powerslam. He covers… one… tw—Conner kicks out easily. Clifton then hauls Conner to his feet and begins to land a series of strikes, sending Conner backwards into the corner, before Clifton snarls and runs for attempted shoulder block in the corner – only for Conner to dive out the way and Clifton crashes into the turnbuckles! Conner catches Clifton and drives him down with an inverted DDT, before covering… one… two—kickout!

Martinez: All action from the offset here with these two looking to get themselves one step closer to the United States Championship!

Conner is in control as he throws some measured strikes at the downed Clifton, before getting him to his feet and landing a big knee to the gut. Clifton doubles over and Conner throws an uppcut to his face, before running off the ropes and leaping for a neckbreaker. He then lands a standing elbow drop to the downed Clifton, before dragging Clifton up for the next big move – only for Cifton to land a low blow which the referee couldn’t see! Conner clutches his groin and Clifton runs off the ropes, leaping up and dropping with a Lou Thesz Press and rallies a series of hard fists on Conner’s face, before hauling him up and irish whipping him off the ropes – and sending him flying with a back body drop! Clifton makes the cover… one… two... t—kickout from Conner. With Conner down Clifton sees the chance to attempt a victory, and he hooks Conner’s legs, twisting them into the Snake Wrap, his own sharpshooter! The crowd are on their feet as Conner roars out in pain, and Clifton shouts for him to tap out. Conner clenches his fist and desperately attempts to fight the pain, whilst Clifton wrenches back harder on the legs. Slowly but surely Conner begins to dig down deep and Clifton pulls back harder – only for Conner to twist himself round, and kick free of the Snake Wrap, booting Clifton in the face! Conner gets to his feet, and as Clifton turns around both men run at each other, each going for a clothesline – and each downing the other!

Duggan: Both men have brutalised the other and now they’re both down, whoever makes it to their feet first could well be able to take the advantage that scores victory!

Both men struggle to their feet as the crowd are up, ready to see who’s going to advance in the United States Tournament. Each man stumbles backwards, and they crash back-to-back into each other, spinning around and immediately going hell-for-leather with fists and elbows. Clifton throws a huge right at Conner, who slams an uppercut back at Clifton. Conner looks like he’s closing in as he runs off the ropes, looking for a big lariat – only for Clifton to leap attempting to Shot of Venom, his leaping cutter – BUT CONNER FIGHTS HIM OFF, AND AS CLIFTON SPINS CONNER CATCHES HIM IN A SMALL PACKAGE PIN ATTEMPT…

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Duggan: Sebastian Conner scores it! He wins!

Martinez: Conner advances in the United States Championship Tournament, and it’s goodbye to Paul Clifton in this tourney.

Loydson: I’m half happy with this… which is half more than I normally am…

Emmanuelle Chriqui: The winner of tonight's match… Sebastian Conner!

The crowd boo Conner’s victory, though to be fair they’d have booed any outcome. Clifton leaves the ring and heads to the back, a pissed-off expression on his face, as Conner celebrates in the ring.

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Match #7
"Iron" Mike Strong Vs
Chris Mosh
(Singles Match)
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The lights dim and the crowd grows silent. The sound of rivets tightening and metal grinding echoes through the arena. Then a slow beat of a drum begins to hit. The crowd claps along with the beat as a guitar strums, "Ironman" by Black Sabbath begins to play. The very familiar guitar sound as the lights begin to flash and spin it around the building, gold and white strobes flash atop the stage, as the words "STRONG" emblazoned on the tron as Mike Strong makes his way onto the ramp.

Chriqui: Introducing...from Cleveland, Ohio, stand six feet four inches tall and weighing two hundred and sixty-five pounds..."IRON" MIKE STRONG!

The song continues to play as Mike Strong begins the long walk down the ramp, taking in all of the excitement of the crowd as he marches down toward the ring. As he round the corner he high fives a few fans in the front row and scales the steel steps. Walking along the apron he turns around to look at the crowd, letting it all to soak in once more. Wiping his feet off on the apron he kicks his foot over the middle rope and climbs into the ring. Making his way across the ring and scales the turnbuckle throwing his hand into the air to a roar from the crowd.

Duggan: Last Rampage saw Iron Mike pick up a big win and he looks to continue his momentum into this match.

Loydson: Kids got some skills, but he is out of his league here boys. This is the US Championship tournament and Chris Mosh is about to run all over him!

"Black Heart" by nothing, nowhere begins to play. Chris walks out backwards from the curtain with his black hoodie on then stops at the top of the ramp. He turns his head to look up the ramp then turns around. He walks down the ramp not giving a care at what the fans are doing. He climbs up the stairs and then when on the apron looks around just smirking. He then jumps over the ropes and turns his back to the hard cam, then turns his head to look at the hard cam with a little smirk.

Martinez: So Mosh is your pick Loydson?

Loydson: No shit sherlock!

DING DING DING

And with the bell Mosh rushes Mike, flooring him with a dropkick. Mosh rolls up to his feet and helps Mike to his feet before hitting a swinging neckbreaker that he transitions into a headlock. Mike Strong uses his long frame to get to the ropes but Mosh uses every bit of the five count from the ref. Following the release Mosh would get Mike up to his feet and take him for a ride with one German suplex, and then another, and then a third with monsterous impact as the entire ring shook! Chris Mosh made the pin.

ONE!

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… KICKOUT BY “IRON” MIKE STRONG

Mosh wasn’t showing any signs of stopping, as he proceeded to drag up to his knees before applying a headlock and flipping him upwards and bringing him slamming down hard on his head with a brainbuster. Mosh slid into a second cover.

ONE!

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T… KICKOUT BY “IRON” MIKE STRONG

Mosh was beginning to get frustrated as he dragged Mike back to his knees before applying a neck crank, putting all of his weight into the hold to really stress the spine.

“MIKE… MIKE… MIKE! LET’S GO MIKE!”

The crowd is beginning to rally behind Mike as he works on fighting his way to his feet.

Duggan: Iron Mike is trying to fight back here folks, but so far this match has been all Mosh!

Loydson: Duh, this kid is going places you asshole!

Mike Strong is up, but Mosh still has the neck crank somewhat locked on before turning it into a second swinging neckbreaker! Mosh wastes no time and quickly pulls Mike up before sending him flying into the ropes, on the rebound Mosh flings his leg towards Mike, looking for his trademark superkick but Mike ducks the kick and flies into the other ropes. Mosh turns around just as Mike is spinning, unable to stop the deadly discus clothesline Mike has dubbed the Iron Strong Arm. Mosh falls stiff to the mat and Mike falls towards the ropes to support him. He’s nearly gassed but no where close to giving in.

Martinez: Never count out Iron Mike!

“MIKE… MIKE… MIKE! LET’S GO MIKE!”

The crowd is standing on their feet, roaring with support for Mike Strong. Mike drags Mosh up before wrapping his arms around the waist and spinning Mosh around into a Rustbelt Spinebuster before yanking Mosh up with by his arm into an Iron Lung bearhug submission. Mosh looks out of it, and the ref is debating calling the match.

Loydson: Don’t you give up on me you son of a bitch!

Mosh is still unmoving, but before the ref can call it Mike releases the hold and let’s Mosh land on his knees. Mike takes a few steps back, before pointing at Mosh and spinning into a second Iron Strong Arm that nearly knocked Mosh’s block off. Mike covers!

ONE!

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TWO!!

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Duggan: Another huge win for Mike Strong as he moves on in the United States Tournament. Mosh fought well and fought hard but in the end he fell victim to not one, but TWO finishers from Mike Strong.

Martinez: Mosh looked strong in the start but like you said, one finisher is bad enough.. I can’t imagine eating two of those. I might need an aspirin just thinking about it!

Loydson: Ah meh.

Mike celebrates with some of his fans while Mosh walks backstage. Mike raises his hand while another chant reigns out. We move to…

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As Friday Night Rampage returns from it's final commercial break, Brian Spade is standing backstage with a smile on his face.

BRIAN SPADE: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce at this time the man who will be making his debut in two weeks right here on Friday Night Rampage...Phoenix Winterborn.

Phoenix steps into the camera frame in a nice gray suit, his glasses sitting square on the bridge of his nose.

BRIAN SPADE: Phoenix, welcome to Friday Night Rampage, and more importantly, to EWC. Why after all this time have you finally decided to land here?

Phoenix takes a moment to look around at the men and women backstage. Some worn out from their matches that night, a couple of men just getting ready for the big main event.

PHOENIX WINTERBORN: Brian, take a look around. What you see before you is the creme de la creme of professional wrestling today. The perfect storm of established, talented veterans, and the younger cats looking to make a name for themselves on a big nationwide stage. This company, now more than ever, is on the cusp of something truly great. I...I wanted to be a part of it. I wanted to find myself in the thick of things, but I also find myself on the opposite side of the fence now. Now I am the grizzled vet who is trying to keep up with the kids. But...in my defense, I'd say I keep up just fine. Brian, let me confirm something with you. Tonight, the focus has been centered around the United States championship, correct?

BRIAN SPADE: Yes Phoenix. Qualifying matches, and the main event tonight is a ladder match with the United States championship hanging above the ring.

PHOENIX WINTERBORN: Interesting. Brian, one more question since you're on a roll. Do you know what I called myself before I became Chi-Town's Finest? I'll help ya with that one. The American Tradition. I was...well still am, the living embodiment of the American Dream. The EWC United States championship was made for yours truly but. I know the virtue of biding my time, per se. There's a number one contendership tournament going on, and the winner faces the man that pulls the United States championship down tonight. I would like to extend a friendly challenge to the man who wins that belt tonight. No, I don't want a title match, because I won't be the number one contender after tonight. However...with that being said, I was always taught to go after the biggest dog in the yard, and from what I've seen so far? The United States champion is the biggest dog in the yard here. So Brett Kennedy? Ace King? Take this as my serving notice. Whichever one of you walks out of Portland with that belt over your shoulder? I want a crack at you, non-title. I need to do this for myself. I need to see where I stack up upon getting here. I won't take your title from you right now, but once this tournament is over? Well...as the famous Scot Sean Connery said..."Ah, the game is afoot, Trebek."

With a smirk, and a straightening of his suit jacket, he stepped away from the camera as the scene cut.

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MAIN EVENT
Brett Kennedy Vs
Ace King
(Ladder Match)
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'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: '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: Brett Kennedy has been on a roll since coming to the EWC. He beat Billy Mitchell, he beat Jeremiah Kelsey and now he is set up to potentially climb that ladder and win the EWC United States Championship in his THIRD match.

Loydson: It’s time to embrace the United States of KEEENEEDY boys!

Martinez: If Kennedy can climb that ladder and win the championship then there will be no more doubts that he is indeed a legitimate player on the Rampage brand.

The crowd hears Lemmy's growl, and they go nuts as the opening bass line to 'Ace of Spades' rips through Moda Center. 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.

Chriqui: Making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds... He is the (insert championship here)... 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 Brett Kennedy.

Duggan: These two men have had a back and forth war of words over the past few weeks, all leading up to this match. There will be ONE winner, and Ace King is about to fight his ass off to prove just why he is considered one of the best to ever lace up a pair of boots in an EWC ring.

Loydson: Quick fact, Ace King has never defended his championship against a man and one might argue that’s the only reason he has held it for so long.

Martinez: You are a disgusting individual you know that?

Loydson: I just call it like it is kid.

Duggan: Well then we will put your theory to the test in this one Phil.

Toyo enters the ring, checks both men and then signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

With the bell Kennedy launches towards Ace and hits a clothesline that nearly knocks are champions head clean off. Kennedy begins to stomp down on Ace’s face, each stomp landing harder than the last while Kennedy screams at our fallen champion. Kennedy yanks Ace up and sends him flying into the corner with a brutal Irish Whip, and at this point it’s not clear if Kennedy is looking to take Ace’s championship or take Ace’s career! Ace is using the ropes to stand, but Kennedy rushes behind him and slams another clothesline into the back of King’s head and sends them both flying over the top ropes. Kennedy gets back to his feet quickly before reaching under the table and retrieving a table.

Duggan: Kennedy is not holding anything back!

Loydson: Do it you son of a bitch!

Kennedy sets up his table, before dragging Ace up to his knees and flipping him around into a powerbomb and sending him crashing through the table! Kennedy places a boot on Ace’s chest and taps the apron three times.

Loydson: If this was a tables match or a normal match, we’d have a new champion boys! The king is dead! All Hail the new king!

Kennedy reaches down and grabs Ace’s face before yanking him up and flinging him into the turnbuckle, Ace is turned inside and clotheslined on impact. Kennedy smiles and then begins to remove the padding from the floor, exposing the concrete below.

Martinez: Kennedy is trying to hurt Ace!

Kennedy slaps the padded concrete before making his way to Ace. Kennedy again drags Ace to a knee before flipping him into a powerbomb position and walking towards the concrete, but Ace begins to fight, Ace flips forward while wrapping his legs under Brett’s arms and flipping them both backwards into a sunset flip powerbomb that sends Kennedy’s back crashing into the apron! Ace is quick to his feet, the adrenaline pumping. Kennedy tries to stand but eats a shoot kick to the back of the head, followed by a series of brutal stomps from the champ.

Duggan: Ace is dealing out a receipt for those earlier stomps from Kennedy!

Ace helps Kennedy up before leveling him with a stiff European uppercut that knocks Kennedy backwards, causing him to trip over the broken table! Kennedy lands on the barricade and is just able to remain standing, but Ace sprints towards him and leaps into a dropkick that almost knocks Kennedy’s head off! Kennedy is busted open!

Martinez: You see that Loydson? If this was a first blood match, Ace just retained!

Loydson: But it’s not you dumbass!

Ace stands Kennedy up, but his adrenaline is running out, and he’s feeling the affects of the grueling match. In one last ditch effort Ace sends Kennedy flying into the steel steps before dropping to a knee, winded.

Duggan: Both men want this win, neither man is willing to give up yet… who will be the first to grab that championship?

Ace King stumbles to the ring, before reaching under it and grabbing a ladder. Ace slides the ladder into the ring and follows after. King sets up the ladder, and begins to climb, slowly rung by rung by rung. Kennedy slides into the ring, woozy but he marches towards Ace. Kennedy grabs Kennedy’s leg and then yanks Ace down into a lifted knee to the jaw! Ace falls down to a knee, and is blasted with a barrage of powerful boxing style punches right to his face. Toyo tries to back Kennedy off but with no DQs his hands are tied.

Loydson: Get the championship you dummy!

Kennedy wipes his bloody face, before stepping over the fallen Ace and climbing up the ladder. One rung, two rungs, three fungs… Ace King has a hand on Kennedy’s ankle, but there isn’t much weight behind it. Kennedy smiles and reaches down, grabbing Ace by the hair and pulling him up the ladder. Kennedy smashes Ace’s face into the ladder once, twice, and then a third time, each time refusing to let Ace fall by holding the rough of his knee. Ace looks out of it before suddenly spinning towards Kennedy and pulling them both dow, while lifting his knee below Kennedy’s jaw as the fall into the double knee jawbreaker Ace has dubbed the High Roller. Both men are down, but Ace is fighting up to his feet. Using the ladder to climb, rung by rung until he is at the top. Kennedy is back up, pushing on the ladder but Ace is up on the last rung. Ace leaps up just as Kennedy shoves the ladder down, grabbing the belt and the wire holding the wire. Kennedy is winded, but Ace grabs the strap and then he drops down to the canvas below.

DING DING DING!!!

Chriqui And your winner, and STILL EWC United States Champion, Ace King!

Duggan: Ace does it! Ace does it! He retains his championship!

Martinez: What do you have to say now Loydson?

Loydson: He’s a cheating bastard and I’m done with this conversation.

Ace holds his championship high, a doctor checks up on Kennedy but he shoves him out of the way and heads towards the back. Ace is asking for a microphone.

‘Ace of Spades’ plays throughout the Moda Center, and Ace breathes heavily as he clutches his United States Championship tightly. However, he doesn’t look entirely satisfied as he scans the crowd; he gingerly comes down from the ladder, then rolls out of the ring to grab a microphone from ringside. From there, he makes a beeline directly for a camera, staring right down the barrel of it as he catches his breath.

Ace King: Tell me I’m EWC’s worst Champion now.

With that, he casually flips the microphone to the floor as ‘Ace of Spades’ reprises again.

Loydson: What a rook that guy is. Sore winner, I should say so.

Duggan: You don’t understand what it’s like sharing a ring with this man; Ace King’s always been a proud fighter, and he clearly saw tonight as an opportunity to address what he perceived as a slight in the Elite 15, and by God, did he ever.

Martinez: Heart of a champion, no doubt.

An exhausted United States Champion slowly makes his way around the ringside area high-fiving fans before rolling back in the ring. The ladder’s still set up in the middle of the ring, and Ace slowly climbs it again with his championship on his shoulder. He swings a leg over the top and sits on the very top step, raising the United States Championship high to the delight of the Portland audience!

Duggan: It’s a truly iconic run this man is on as he chases history, but the stakes get higher as the United States Championship #1 Contender Tournament continues in Denver in two weeks! Until then, GOOD NIGHT!

Ace continues to celebrate his victory atop the ladder as the feed cuts to... 

[FN'R]

Show Credits:

MATCH #1: SINGLES MATCH
Hope Diamond Def. Gabrielle Visconty via pinfall.
Writer: Dominic Sanders
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MATCH #2: EXTREME RULES
Reginald Dampshaw III Def. Lachlan Kane via Lachlan being unable to compete.
Writer: FN'R
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MATCH #3: SINGLES MATCH
Jai Savage Def. Shelley Silver (pinned) and Orion Samson.
Writer: Russ (Scorpio)
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MATCH #4: SINGLES MATCH
Dirk Buchanan Def. Jeremiah Kelsey via submission.
Writer: @bishopchurch
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MATCH #5: SINGLES MATCH
Scorpio Def. Alpha Wolf via pinfall.
Writer: Grizzly Duggan
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MATCH #6: SINGLES MATCH
Sebastian Connor Def. Paul Clifton via pinfall.
Writer: Russ (Scorpio)
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MATCH #7: SINGLES MATCH
"Iron" Mike Strong Def. Chris Mosh via pinfall.
Writer: Grizzly Duggan
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MAIN EVENT: LADDER MATCH
Ace King Def. Brett Kennedy to retain the EWC United States Championship via retrieving the championship.
Writer: FN'R
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Segments By:

Ace King
Annabelle
AC Delaney/Reginald Dampshaw III
Scorpio
Phoenix Winterborn
Ace King

**Special Thanks to Ace King for the US Tournament Banners and ᄂIПDΣMΛПП for the new FN'R Exclusive ringside, backstage and commercial images.


MVP(s): Sebastian Connor & Ace King

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