FN'R #457 - San Francisco, California
Sept 6, 2019 22:44:19 GMT -6
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Post by FN'R on Sept 6, 2019 22:44:19 GMT -6
The scene comes to life with Slipknot member "133" headbanging around his keyboard as Slipknot's Spiders begins to sound off over the loud speakers...
Corey Taylor sings the lyrics into the mic, while he and the band head bang rapidly...
The song instantly turns to the new FN'R theme Birth Of The Cruel
Pyro explodes on the stage
The camera pans around the crowd, and here we go!
Corey Taylor sings the lyrics into the mic, while he and the band head bang rapidly...
The song instantly turns to the new FN'R theme Birth Of The Cruel
Pyro explodes on the stage
The camera pans around the crowd, and here we go!
WARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event...
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EPISODE 457
SEPT 6TH 2019
SEPT 6TH 2019
LIVE! from NEW Chase Center in San Francisco, California
EWC RAMPAGE
9.6.2019
Live from NEW Chase Center in San Francisco, California
Commentators -
Play-By-Play: Grizzly Duggan
Color: Javier Martinez & Phillip Loydson
Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui
Head Ref: Toyo Yasahiro
Assistant Refs: Mike Michaelson & Peirce Patterson
Backstage Help: Bryan Spade
9.6.2019
Live from NEW Chase Center in San Francisco, California
Commentators -
Play-By-Play: Grizzly Duggan
Color: Javier Martinez & Phillip Loydson
Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui
Head Ref: Toyo Yasahiro
Assistant Refs: Mike Michaelson & Peirce Patterson
Backstage Help: Bryan Spade
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Fog spreads throughout the arena, covering the thousands of screaming fans while Slipknot continue to perform "Birth Of The Cruel"
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.
FN'R!!!
FN'R!!!
FN'R!!!
FN'R!!!
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, Kid Cannabis, 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.
The crowd cheer for Slipknot, the cheer for FN'R, EVERYONE is on their feet! Corey Taylor thanks everyone for coming out and the camera pans to the announce desk.
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.
FN'R!!!
FN'R!!!
FN'R!!!
FN'R!!!
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, Kid Cannabis, 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.
The crowd cheer for Slipknot, the cheer for FN'R, EVERYONE is on their feet! Corey Taylor thanks everyone for coming out and the camera pans to the announce desk.
Duggan: Hello ladies and gentlemen, we want to welcome you to another blockbuster night of FN'R! We are in the brand new Chevy Chase Center and are ready to be the first wrestling event held here!
Loydson: First and last hopefully, this place sucks?
Martinez: oh hush Phil! This venue is great!
Loydson: Not really Omar.
Duggan: Stop being a dick Phil. Tonight is going to be a big night, with a blockbuster main event. Blue Phoenix Vs ReBelle! And in the semi main event, Lavender is back for her FN'R return against the new Undisputed Champion Cyrus Black!
Martinez: Hush Vs Samantha Hamilton is also set for the night!
Loydson: Oh Samantha! What a woman!
Duggan: But now we go to a word from EWC TV and then our first match of the evening!
Loydson: First and last hopefully, this place sucks?
Martinez: oh hush Phil! This venue is great!
Loydson: Not really Omar.
Duggan: Stop being a dick Phil. Tonight is going to be a big night, with a blockbuster main event. Blue Phoenix Vs ReBelle! And in the semi main event, Lavender is back for her FN'R return against the new Undisputed Champion Cyrus Black!
Martinez: Hush Vs Samantha Hamilton is also set for the night!
Loydson: Oh Samantha! What a woman!
Duggan: But now we go to a word from EWC TV and then our first match of the evening!
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The scene opens as if someone or something is flying through outer space taking in the view. Stars and planets all fly by until the image slows down and focuses on the planet Earth. The narrator begins to speak in a deep bass voice.
Narrator: In the vast expanse of timeless space. Where silence rules in outer space. The gods decreed to find a warrior. They all agreed on a single one. She's battled and beaten and sometimes broken. She's won and she's lost but she's never defeated. She holds the standard, lives up to her name.
The image of the Earth moves down to the lower portion of the screen allowing for the logo for the Universal Superstar to appear among the stars.
Narrator: The Universal Superstar is coming to Rampage.
Mercury Vs Maeve
(15 Minute Singles Match)
Duggan: We’ve got a packed show tonight folks, and we’re going to get things kicked off with an up and coming Maeve against Mercury!
Loydson: What, no plucky lead in for Mercury?
Martinez: Mercury might’ve been slowed down, but when your last couple of matches include Melody Malone and Samantha Hamilton? You’re in good company!
Duggan: And here he comes!
Chriqui: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, from Jacksonville Florida, weighing in at 167 pounds... MERCURY!
‘Shell Shocked’ by Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, Ty Dolla $ign begins to play as the masked Mercury comes out from backstage. He rolls into the ring before hopping up onto the turnbuckle and throwing his arms into the air.
Duggan: He looks ready to go tonight, the focus is definitely not missing tonight.
Loydson: He’s got to get it dialed in, or he’s going to be looking at another loss.
Martinez: Have you even paid any attention to him these past couple of weeks?
Duggan: If he hasn’t, he’s going to tonight.
Chrqui: His opponent, from Quebec City, Quebec, weighing in at 110 pounds... MAEVE!
Believer by Imagine Dragons begins as the spritely Maeve makes her way out from behind the curtain, her pink hair bouncing along with her as she throws her arms up to hype the crowd before sprinting down to the ring, sliding in and looking ready to begin.
DING DING DING
As the bell sounds, both competitors actually take a moment to slap hands in a mutual sign of respect before Maeve goes for a lock up and Mercury immediately ducks it and rolls himself behind her. He leaps up, hitting a dropkick to Maeve’s back that sends her stumbling toward the ropes. She comes back, using the ropes for momentum and Mercury stays down, Maeve leaping over him and hitting the opposite ropes before she hooks her arms around the top rope to stop her rebound as Mercury is to his feet with his head ducked waiting for the backdrop that never comes. Maeve instead grabs hold of Mercury to drop him down with a DDT. She hooks the leg for one before Mercury kicks out and she pulls Mercury back to his feet, trying to keep her offense moving as she hooks his head under her arm and drives Mercury back to the mat.
Duggan: The Groovy Kermit!
Loydson: I’m sorry the WHAT?
Martinez: It’s a rolling cutter Loydson, you never seen one before?
Duggan: Only enough for a two count for Maeve though, but she’s on a tear!
Maeve huffs, pulling Mercury back to his feet to try something else to put the masked man away. She hooks the head again but Mercury drives Maeve back into the corner, smashing her into the turnbuckle to release the hold. Maeve’s hold is broken and Mercury gets his shot at some offense, hitting a series of knee strikes to her midsection in the corner before he pulls her into the middle of the ring and whips her into the ropes. He catches her with a tilt-a-whirl DDT on the rebound, before pointing to the top turnbuckle. He climbs up, waiting for Maeve to get back to a vertical base before leaping off with ‘Geronimo!’ The missile dropkick sends Maeve down onto her back as Mercury looks from her to the opposite turnbuckle. He climbs up, signaling for 88 days. He connects, hooking the leg but Maeve manages to get a kickout at the last minute. Mercury holds his hands to his head in disbelief, before he shakes his head and gets back to his feet. He looks almost too eager, grabbing Maeve to pull her to her feet to hook her head for the Human Caudecus, but Maeve reaches up and grabs Mercury by the neck. She drops down with a jawbreaker, before getting back to her feet and hitting Goodnight Quebec! She’s almost down to the mat faster than Mercury, hooking the leg tight for the final 1, 2, 3.
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall, in 8 minutes... MAEVE!
Duggan: Maeve looking impressive tonight, and building her case for the Rumble in Texas!
Loydson: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves Grizzly...
Martinez: Mercury still showing incredibly persistence, I think he’s one good match away from a serious breakthrough here on Rampage.
Duggan: Stay tuned Rampage fans, we’ll be right back with a triple threat between Morgan Alexander, Jonathon Thomas Cross, and the Cajun Queen Tanja Devereaux!
Alexander Vs Cross Vs Devereaux
(15 Minute Triple Threat Match)
Duggan: Time for a little bit of triple threat action! The Dark Defiler Morgan Alexander, the Bayou Witch Tanja Devereaux and the phenomenal king JTC all set to do battle here.
Loydson: Morgan Alexander is going to step out from the pack here... the dark defiler will reign supreme!
Martinez: With a name like the dark defiler he should be in prison.
Duggan: No comment... anyway don’t overlook JTC or Tanja. Both of them have been around the block once or twice!! This match is a mixed bag and whoever picks up the crucial win tonight could see themselves propelled into a title opportunity.
Chriqui: The following match is a triple threat match and it is scheduled for one fall Introducing first, from Santa Monica California, weighing in at 218 pounds... MORGAN ALEXANDER!!!
Built To Fall by Trivium plays as Morgan walks down to the ring.
Chrqui: His opponent... Nee Orleans,Louisiana... weighing in at 115 pounds... TANJA DEVEREAUX!
'Daughters of Darkness' by Halestorm plays as Tanja walks out toward the ring.
Chrqui: And there opponent... from Milwaukee, Wisconsin... weighing in 225 pounds.... JTC!!!
Legendary' by Skillet plays as JTC makes his way to the ring.
DING DING DING
Alexander is both Tanja and JTC’s face from the minute the bell rings. He slaps JTC across the face then turns to so the same to Tanja but she’s ready for it, and she catches him with a roundhouse kick. JTC then gets on top of Alexander and unloads on him with lefts and rights, forearm smashes and elbow shots. Tanja stands back and lets her opponents fight. The ref tries to pull JTC off of Alexander, which he eventually does but he pulls Morgan up to his feet with him and hits him with a snap DDT. Morgan holds his face as he rolls out of the ring in pain.
The crowd cheer because now JTC and Tanja are facing off against each other. They don’t waste any time as they come at each, grappling up and trying to get the better of one another. JTC manages to over power Tanja, whipping her off of the ropes but she comes back at him with speed, leaping up, catching him in a headlock as she uses the ropes for leverage and spins around planting JTC head onto the mat with a tornado DDT. Tanja makes the pin but suddenly
Alexander pulls her out of the ring at the two count. Once outside the ring Alexander whips Tanja into the steel steps.
Duggan: Ouch that’s gotta hurt! Tanjas back smashes straight into those steel ring steps!
Loydson: Alexander will do whatever it takes to win.
Martinez: ...but here comes JTC!
JTC is out of the ring now as he brawls with Alexander until they are at the announce table. JTC dropkicks Alexander and he falls directly onto the table. JTC climbs onto the announce table and pulls Alexander to his feet, hooking him up, he then hits a snap suplex to Alexander off of the table and onto the solid floor below. The crowd are loving this action as they cheer JTC on.
Alexander holds his back in pain as JTC pulls himself to his feet. Suddenly Tanja charges around the ring and hits JTC with a flying forearm smash, she then picks Alexander up and rolls him into the ring. Once in the ring Tanja rolls Alexander over and locks in her crucifix armbar submission move she calls Misfortune!
Martinez: Oh my Tanja has the submission locked in! After that snap suplex off of the announce table this is not looking good for Morgan Alexander! He’s hurting!
Loydson: Come on Alexander don’t tap out!
Tanja has the crucifix armbar in good and Alexander seems to be struggling as the ref asks him repeatedly if he wants to give up. Just when it looks like Alexander is going to quit JTC leaps into the ring and breaks up the hold. Before Tanja gets to her feet JTC hits her with a fameasser, he then makes the pin but Tanja kicks out at the two.
JTC pulls Tanja to her feet but she suddenly rolls him up for a small package pin catching him off guard. JTC kicks out at the two and half count then as they both get to there feet at the same time, JTC rushes at Tanja but she bends over and back body drops him over the top rope. JTC lands hard on the floor outside. Tanja spots her opportunity and she locks Alexander in her submission Indian deathlock move she calls Bayou St. John. Alexander taps out just before JTC manages to get in the ring and break up the hold, giving Tanja the win.
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via submission in 10 minutes.... TANJA DEVEREAUX!!!!
Duggan: The Bayou witch has done it, Tanja has scored a big victory here tonight.
Loydson: Pfft... she did ok. Morgan Alexander was robbed.
Martinez: I think if anyone was robbed it was JTC! He put up a hell of a fight tonight.
Duggan: I can’t disagree but it’s Tanja who gets a momentum building win tonight. But now we head to the back folks...
Melody Malone: Next!
Melody doesn’t even look up from the backstage desk she’s sitting at, as she’s furiously scribbling away on a pad of paper. A woman enters, in her mid-30s with dark brown hair and a nervous smile. Wordlessly, Melody merely points to the chair in front of the desk as she finishes writing up whatever notes she has before she clasps her hands in front of her and looks the woman over.
Melody Malone: Alright… this might work. What kind of experience do you have?
Woman #1 Well, I worked as an administrative assistant for one of the leading law firms in San Francisco up until July. I have everything here on my resume…
She holds forth the paper and Melody looks it over, her eyebrow perked in interest before she scans toward the top of the letterhead.
Melody Malone: Emily, is it?
Woman #1 Yes ma’am.
Melody Malone: NEXT!
The woman is caught off guard by her sudden dismissal, and Melody emphatically scratches something down on the pad of paper as the stunned Emily is politely escorted from the room by a security guard. In her place, another woman enters. She’s older, probably in her late 50s and has a pair of reading glasses hanging from her neck.
Woman #2: Oh my… it really is you, isn’t it?
Melody Malone: I’m sorry?
The woman almost looks visibly distraught and Melody shoots the security guard a quizzical look before he too shrugs his shoulders.
Woman #2 I’m sorry, it’s just.. I thought, I thought this was a joke. My daughter LOVES you! When I told her I was interviewing to be your assistant, she thought I needed to do some homework. You know, really wow the interview process.
The woman shuffles through a mound of paperwork in her leather folio, nearly hyperventilating as she begins.
Woman #2 I mean, I know everything. Your Lexus takes 5W-30 oil, you’re a Gemini and you like your coffee black..
Melody Malone: I’m sorry?
She coughs, caught off guard by the sudden barrage of personal information.
Woman #2 Well I mean… these are things your assistant would be responsible for, right?
Melody Malone: You know… I don’t know if this position is going to be a good fit. Thank you.
The woman looks surprised, but disappointed as the security guard waves her out. As the door closes before the next applicant enters, Melody shoots the security guard a look.
Melody Malone: Keep an eye on that one. If she starts a fan club, I’m gonna need you to get that to the FBI or whoever. I don’t need her going all Yolanda Saldívar on me.
The door opens, and a skinny man steps in with an almost worried look on his face. Melody squints, trying to place the familiar face before she motions to the seat in front of her. The man pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before handing her the resume.
Melody Malone: So. What makes you feel like you’re qualified to be my assistant?
She questions as she skims over the resume of the guy who does technically seem far too qualified for such a position.
Man #1 Well uh… I’m good at taking orders? I don’t ask a lot of questions…
Melody arches a brow, the man looking all the more nervous before she leans back in her chair.
Melody Malone: And your previous employer… why exactly did you leave?
He’s visibly sweating now, and Melody is near positive that this particular guy was one of the guys employed by Draco’s ‘Golden Egghead’ facility. He tugs at his collar before swallowing hard, like he’s afraid to admit to the Queen of FSW why he’s seeking new employment.
Man #1 Well… frankly, my last boss was getting too big for his britches.
Melody Malone: Too big…. For his britches..
She repeats the words, almost in disbelief that she’s hearing a grown man say them. Instead, he just nods silently but furiously and Melody just shoots a look over to the security guard to escort the man from the interview. As they leave, Melody rubs her temples with a sigh as Brian Spade pokes his head into the room.
Spade: Miss Malone? Delaney wanted to talk to you about the main event tonight.
She nods with a fake smile as Spade ducks back out and Melody sighs before pushing herself up from her seat as she mutters under her breath.
Melody Malone: Speaking of britches…
She takes the handful of resumes and dumps them in the wastebasket beside the door before heading out as the screen fades to black.
The Carters Vs The Madhouse
(15 Minute Tag Team Match)
Duggan: Tag team action coming you way! The Carters are about to go Mano e Mano with Madhouse.
Loydson: Basically we’ve got two spoilt brats against a couple of looney tune motherfuckers. I did your job for you Grizzly... you’re welcome.
Martinez: I heard a rumor that Ashley and Jake Carter were the illegitimate love children of Dominic Sanders... again that’s just a rumor.
Duggan: You’ve been reading the stuff people write on the bathroom walls again haven’t you Javier. Anyway I don’t fancy the Carters chances here, they are giving up over a 200 pound weight disadvantage here. Dr Psycho needs to lay off the sausage rolls.
Chriqui: The following is a tag match and it is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first.. at a combined weight 251 Lbs.... Jake and Ashley Carter... THE CARTERS!!!
We can’t stop by Miley Cyrus blasts over the PA system as Ashley and Jake saunter out towards the ring.
Chrqui: And there opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 497 pounds... Bandana Joe Porter... Dr. Psycho... MAAAADDDHOOUUUSSSEEE!!!!
Madhouse by Anthrax booms out of the PA system as Joe Porter and Dr Psycho make there way to the ring.
DING DING DING
Both Porter and Psycho advance on the Carters from the off set and there’s nothing the teeny tiny ref can do about it as the two men pushed passed him like he’s not even there, but the Carters have there own ideas as they both immediately exit the ring at the sound of the bell. Ashley and Jake walk around either side of the ring as the fans jeer and abuse them, which they seem to revel in. Meanwhile the ref eventually gets Porter back to his corner as Psycho starts the match. Jake then gets into the ring, looking like he’ll be the one to start for his team. Psycho comes at Jake like a man possessed, looking at him like he’s a yummy hotdog but from behind Ashley jumps onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to the mat. As Ashley chokes the life out of the good Doctor Jake proceeds to pummel into his abdomen with sharp kicks. Porter tries to get into the ring to help but the ref holds him back, before scurrying over and pushing Jake back to his corner.
Finally order is sort of restored as the ref is sweating already because he knows it’s going to be a long night for him. The damage is semi done as Ashley gets to her feet and then leaps in the air, dropping an elbow right on top of Dr.Psychos face. Ashley then backs away to the corner and crouches down, stalking Psycho. As Psycho gets to his feet, the Carters get ready to pounce, Ashley tags Jake in before she charges forward and hits a superkick on Psycho, as he sways on his feet Jake as quick as flash bounces into the ring and hits Psycho with a second super kick which brings Psycho down. Jake quickly makes the cover but Porter is alert and he’s in the ring quick style, dropping down on Jakes head which breaks up the pin attempt.
Duggan: I must admit the Carters have started this match on fire! They work well as a team.
Loydson: They have the brains, while Madhouse have the brawn. Brains always beats brawn.
Porter isn’t getting out of the ring yet as he grabs a handful of Jakes hair and yanks him up off of the floor, swings his boys around, and brings Jake down on his knee with a devastating looking backbreaker. The ref politely ushers Porter back to his corner because he doesn’t want his head kicked in, leaving both Psycho and Jake flat out of the mat.
Psycho is first to his feet as he takes a step towards his corner but then changes direction and rushes back the other way, catching Ashley off guard, Psycho throws himself through the middle ropes at her, hitting a crazy looking spear from the ring apron onto the hard floor on the outside. This gets a crazy loud reaction from the fans as both Ashley and Psycho look hurt on the outside.
Martinez: Dear lord what in the name of Kyle Gauiters mustache was that??
Loydson: I think Dr Psycho instead of tagging in his partner, which would have been a logical choice, decided to kill himself and take Ashley Carter with him in the process.
The ref is up to an eight count as Psycho manages to pull himself into the ring. Jake is on him immediately, laying into his body with some stiff kicks and punches, and then a few hard headbutts. Jake then turns to flip off Porter with the middle finger. This angers Porter who tries to get into the ring, but the ref holds him back which plays into Jakes hands, with the refs back turned Jake rakes his fingers across Psychos eyes temporally blinding him.
Ashley is back to her corner now, albeit holding the back of her head, as Jake makes the tag to her. As Ashley gets into the ring, Jake turns and proceeds to taunt Porter again who’s had enough this time as he gets into the ring and goes for Jake, the pop prince makes an escape sliding under the bottom rope. Porter gives chase on the outside and as the ref is distracted by this Ashley catches Psycho with a low blow, she then hits her Wrecking Ball drop kick finisher as the ref turns to face them. Ashley makes the pin on Psycho as Porter tries to get back into the ring but Jake holds his leg to stop him. The ref counts and the Carters get the win much to the frustration of Madhouse!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall in 6 minutes, THE CARTERS!!!
Duggan: Ashley and Jake get the win, in an illegal fashion I might add!
Loydson: Come on, give them a bit of leeway! They were in the ring with two nut jobs, one of which is six foot ten!
Martinez: Congrats to the Carters but I can’t see Madhouse taking this one on the chin, not after that low blow. There could be serious repercussions coming the Carters way after this.
Duggan: Rematch anyone? We will be right back right after this!
Aiello: Ace King gave it his all tonight, its honestly gut wrenching to see his reign come to an end tonight .. but Ace went up against 8 other Champions, in one of the most .. terrifying structures in all of Wrestling .. Ace cannot and should not dwell on-
Suddenly, the feed shatters. As the camera zooms out, the San Francisco crowd is unsure what to think as United States Champion Ace King breathes heavily, a baseball bat in his hand as he looks at the destroyed monitor. His body shakes a bit as he drops the bat and turns to leave the locker room. He passes a road agent as he walks out the door, then stops and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a few assorted bills.
Ace King: That should cover the fine.
Clearly distraught, Ace adjusts the United States Championship on his shoulder as he presses the bills into the agent’s hand. He then starts walking with a purpose, rounding the corner toward the gorilla position...
“THE ACE OF SPADES! THE ACE OF SPADES!”
The iconic Motörhead anthem blares through the Chase Center, and Ace slowly makes his way out to the ramp, looking almost lost.
Duggan: Knowing Ace as a competitor, I can’t imagine what’s gone through his mind the last couple weeks after losing what he’d worked so long to earn.
Martinez: I don’t even know if he knows what he’s thinking.
Loydson: Clearly! The man’s destroying property, he should be arrested!
‘The Gambler’ puts on a brave face as he raises the United States Championship high for the San Francisco crowd before slowly making his way down the ramp, his fan interaction lacking its usual exuberance.
He makes his way around the ring, then pulls a steel chair out from underneath the apron. He takes a deep breath and slides it into the ring under the bottom rope, then grabs a microphone and does the same himself. He sets up the chair in the middle of the ring as ‘Ace of Spades’ fades out. He bows his head as chants of ‘ACE! ACE! ACE!’ reverberate through the Chase Center. He looks like he wants to speak, but can’t bring himself to do it. Finally, after about a minute, he mumbles...
Ace: ...I’m sorry.
The crowd quiets down as Ace keeps his head low, his body trembling as he wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.
Ace: I can’t paint a smile on my face tonight. I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better Undisputed Champion. Even though I know you all love the new Champion...
The crowd almost immediately breaks into a ‘BET ON BLACK!’ chant as Ace simply nods, trying to keep himself together.
Ace: ...I feel like I let all of you down. Hell, even my future wife thinks I gave up, so that should tell you where my mind is right now.
Ace takes a deep breath as he chokes back his emotions; the crowd senses the enormity of the moment and starts applauding. His eyes narrow as he scans the crowd.
Ace: Please, you’re too kind. I’m not looking for sympathy at all... but I’d be lying if I said these last two weeks weren’t Hell for me mentally, because I really believed I could rise above it all... Instead, and I know some of you will revel in this, but once again, I sit before you as the guy who fucked it up again.
Ace’s words carry some venom as the crowd again tries to cheer him up.
Loydson: He’s finally come to his senses.
Duggan: I hate to say it, but it looks like something has changed in him.
‘The Gambler’ wipes his mouth to try and keep his emotions from spilling over.
Ace: I’d take how I felt after losing to Drake over this any day, because this feels like everything I worked for was for nothing, taken away just like that. I may not have gone through the table myself, but my crowning achievement went down in flames.
‘The Gambler’ takes a breath to compose himself, still visibly emotional.
Ace: Now, I could sit here and bitch about not getting a chance to properly defend it before the Insanity Cage, but that wouldn’t change anything, because it’s what we all signed up for. Instead, all I can do is push forward, which is why I...
His voice trails off as the crowd starts to buzz before he lifts his head to face the crowd.
Ace: ...will not be entering the Rumble Match in Fort Worth.
Duggan: Wait, what?
Loydson: He’s broken, I love it.
The crowd is stunned by the announcement, while Ace slowly rises from the chair.
Ace: Don’t mistake this for me being done with the Undisputed Championship, far from it. Fact is, and let me pull the curtain back here... I have no real say over whether I’ll ever get another shot. Now, I know I’m usually first in line to say you shouldn’t be here if you don’t want to be at the top, but in this case, taking a step back is part of me moving on, it’s that simple, so for anyone wanting to proclaim my death, those reports are greatly exaggerated.
His face turns into a snarl, his sadness rapidly turning to anger as he exhales heavily.
Ace: No matter what the circumstances, the fighter in me isn’t going away any time soon. Besides, I still have this...
He slides the United States Championship off his arm and raises it high to rally the audience behind him.
Ace: ...This has been my pride and joy for almost 2 years, and I’m not about to diminish its reputation by giving it up like it’s nothing, so whether it’s Captain Darkwater or somebody else, if you want this? I’m not backing down. Bet On It.
‘Ace of Spades’ reprises as Ace tosses the microphone down, then folds up the steel chair and smashes it on the canvas before letting it fall from his hands.
Duggan: That sounds more like Ace, but Night of Champions clearly affected him more than anyone else.
Martinez: The fighter is still there, but he’ll need to find it again soon.
Ace raises the United States Championship high once more before the feed cuts to...
Kingaard Vs McPherson
(20 Minute Singles Match)
(20 Minute Singles Match)
Duggan: And now our next match of the night, it’s Jonas Kingaard Vs “The Animal” Samuel McPherson. .
Loydson: Two new rookies, And I don’t care about either.
Martinez: That’s the spirit Phil.
Chriqui: The following singles match is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, from parts unknown,, weighing in at 235 pounds... JONAS KINGAARD!
“Lady rain” hits and Jonas comes out slowly and heads toward the ring. He climbs in and heads straight for the corner
Duggan: It’s not about the theatrics, it’s not about being flashy and flippy. With Jonas every move has a reason. Very calculating man.
Loydson: Looks like a hippy.
Martinez: What?.
Duggan: On the other side of the equation, we have Samuel McPherson, big powerhouse wrestler who doesn’t play games either. This one is going to be good. .
Chriqui: His opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 280 pounds... “THE ANIMAL” SAMUEL MCPHERSON!
Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace plays over the sound system as a large man walks out from the curtain and stands on top of the ramp, looking around with Henry standing behind him before he walks very slowly to ringside as he steps on the apron and goes over the top rope with his feet and goes to a corner to rest himself up on, looking at his opponent with intensity before the match starts.
DING DING DING
It’s Samuel’s power Vs Jonas’ slow methodical pace in this one. Samuel rushes in for a spear but Jonas leapfrogs over! Samuel is sent into the corner, slamming his shoulder into the ring post. Jonas pulls him out and hits a spike DDT before pulling Samul up and lifting him into a brain buster. Jonas tries the cover but Samuel kicks out before one and is getting back to his feet. Jonas tries to get Samuel up for the ushigoroshi but Samuel fights out of it and yanks Jonas up into a chokeslam! Jonas rolls up to his feet and Samuel lunges into Jonas with a waist-lock before yanking backwards into a German suplex, dumping Jonas right on his head. Jonas gets back to his feet and stumbles into a clothesline from Samuel! Samuel pulls Jonas up and hits a powerslam, before quickly pulling Jonas up into a suplex. Samuel caps it off with a piledriver, crashing Jonas’ skull into the mat. Samuel makes the cover but Jonas kicks out at 2 and a half.
Duggan: Samuel has taken control of this match!.
Loydson: He’s smacking the taste out of that Jonas boy’s mouth. I love it!
Martinez: I’m sure you do Phil.
Samuel pulls Jonas up before scooping onto her shoulders to attempt another powerslam. But Jonas slides off the back and pulls Samuel into a release German suplex that dumps him right on his head! Samuel bounces up to his feet and walks right into Jonas who hoists him up onto his shoulders and drops him into an ushigoroshi! Samuel’s head bounces off of Jonas’ knee, but he doesn’t get any time to feel the pain as Jonas drags him up and smashes him down with a spinebuster! Jonas backs up a corner and waits, getting ready for his finisher move! He rushes towards Samuel but Samuel scoops him arm and spins around the back while lifting Jonas upside down onto his back. Samuel drops to his ass and Jonas’ head/neck are sent crashing into the canvas. It’s The Animal Kill! Samuel makes the cover… ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall, in 22 minutes... “THE ANIMAL” SAMUEL MCPHERSON!
Duggan: Valiant effort by Jonas but in the end, The Animal wouldn’t be stopped.
Loydson: Catchy, you come up with that by yourself kid?
Martinez: After a loss at Thunder and then here tonight, one has to wonder when things will turn around for Jonas. Congratulations to Samuel. .
The camera cuts backstage where AC Delaney is currently standing, using her phone. There is a sound of heavy footsteps as the camera turns around to see Morgan Darkwater approaching Delaney.
AC: Morgan, good good, I'm glad you could make it. I’ll call you back Tim.
AC clicks off her phone and looks towards Morgan, who gives her a broad smile as the fans go crazy seeing him on Rampage again.
Morgan: Ah, Ms. Delaney! Just th’ person I was lookin’ fer! I was hopin’ we might discuss my contractual title shot, an’ how I have chosen none other than yer very own Ace King, US Champion extraordinaire, as th’ man I’ve set me sights on! Now, if only we could agree on a date…?
He strokes his chin thoughtfully, giving her a sly, knowing smile.
AC: I am glad you asked, and very glad you chose Ace. One of Brawl's best vs Rampage's best. And I can think of no better date than to make the match happen at The EWC Rumble PPV Event, September 30th. What do you think?
Morgan: Hmm… Aye! That sounds like a marvellous idea! With a match-up of that calibre, at one o’ th’ biggest events o’ EWC’s history! Why, that be Match o’ Th’ Year material, an’ make nay mistake! Consider th’ Captain on-board!
AC: Sounds like a plan. I will have the papers sent to both you and Ace by Monday. I think we could have a classic on our hands. Now please, enjoy the rest of the show.
AC cracks a smile at Morgan before turning her attention back to her phone and walking towards her office. Before she passes off-screen, she crosses Brian Spade and gives him a ‘he’s all yours’ look.
Morgan: Don’t mind if I do…! An’ just what can I do fer ye, Mr Spade?
Spade: Captain Morgan Darkwater, not only has your match with US Champion Ace King been confirmed by our very own GM, but earlier today King himself set the record straight - not only that his recent loss of the Undisputed Champion has dampened his spirits, but that he’s sticking to his guns when it comes to his stance on defending his coveted US title to all-comers. Can I get your thoughts on that?
Morgan pauses to regard the backstage interviewer curiously, his eyes sparkling with barely suppressed glee.
Morgan: How do I feel about that, ye ask? Why, I couldn’t be happier, man! Truth be told, I had me concerns when King lost th’ Undisputed Championship, witnessin’ how he struggled to come t’ terms with it after his years o’ fightin’ t’ attain in. So how am I feelin’ about hearin’ he’s not only renewed his conviction t’ keep fightin’ for the biggest title in our company - nay, th’ entire wrestlin’ world - but that he’s stickin’ t’ his guns, an’ takin’ on all challengers? Why, this Captain couldn’t be happier, Mr Spade! I be elated t’ see Mr King back t’ his strong, determined self![/color]
Spade: Any words for your opponent, then?[/color]
Morgan: I hope ye not be expectin’ me t’ speak ill o’ th’ US Champion just ‘cause he’s now me opponent, his prestigious US title now firmly in me sights… I, as always, have nothin’ but th’ utmost respect fer th’ man! But I will tell ye this, Mr Spade - tell th’ entire EWC Universe, in fact! Ace King! I’m glad t’ see ye back on yer game, eager to battle all contenders, but ye need not worry about anyone else. Nay, right now ye just need t’ worry about one man this month, an’ that man is none other than th’ Captain, Morgan Darkwater! ‘Cause come th’ Rumble, when that openin’ bell rings, ye’ll be facin’ th’ Captain at his most determined, most hungry, most focused on not only becomin’ the new EWC United States champion, but write himself into th’ history books as th’ man t’ finally break Ace King’s record-breakin’ reign… an’ start his formidable journey t’ beatin’ it.[/color][/i]
Smiling confidently, the Captain nods to Spade, silently thanking him for his time, and exits.
Spade: Well, you heard it here first, folks! Morgan Darkwater versus Ace King - The Captain versus The King - for the United States Championship is booked for the EWC Rumble! It’s sure to be one of the greatest matches of the year, if not the decade, so be sure not to miss it! Now back to ringside for more exciting action[/color]
We go backstage, and a cheer goes up for Brian Spade as the shot opens up on him. He raises his microphone.
Brian Spade: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, one half of the EWC World Tag Team Champions, the man who came within inches of the Undisputed Championship at Night of Champions… “The S-Factor” Scorpio!
An even bigger cheer goes up as the camera pans back to show The Baddest Bitch On The Planet stood alongside Brian. Scorpio is wearing a ReBelle t-shirt, along with golden tights and a golden jacket, his EWC World Tag Team Championship title sat on his shoulder. There’s a flicker of a smile over his face, however he seems a more serious and focused man than we’ve been used to, and he gives a curt nod to the camera in recognition of the response he’s getting from the fans.
Brian Spade: Now Scorps, everyone here at Rampage was on the edge of their seats during that Insanity Cage… it was so close to being your night… how are you feeling now?
Scorpio: Well… I guess the right answer is to say the best man won, congratulations to Cyrus Black, to applaud all eight of my opponents, the whole damn thing was a masterclass in how to be a champion in the EWC. The right thing to do is hold my head up high, enjoy the recognition I’ve received for my performance, use it as a springboard to keep building on the tag team division, and maybe one day get a singles run as well. As you all know, I’ve spent the last decade of my life doing the right thing…
He sighs briefly, and the crowd’s cheering stops slightly. They fall silent, watching intently as Scorpio seems to wage an internal war over what he wants to say next. He closes his eyes momentarily, before firing them open, looking from Spade to the camera and back again.
Scorpio: … and that’s not going to change now. Cyrus won the day, Cyrus has been on a hell of a roll, and he deserves his win. But I’ll be honest with you all… it hurts. My body, my looks, they’re a huge part of the perfect package I present to the world and I put it all on the line for that title – under this t-shirt are burns, and bruises, and abrasions… I will carry scars reminding me of the night I fucking FAILED to win the Undisputed Championship for evermore. That… that is going to be unbearable. So well done Cyrus… enjoy it baby, you earned it… but just know there’s a high-heeled bitch tracking you every step of the way… and one day that title’s going to be mine.
The S-Factor blows a kiss into the camera, before nodding to Spade, and turning on his Louboutin heels. He struts off as Spade watches on, uncertain quite what to make of the whole thing.
Duggan: Well, normally we see a happy-go-lucky, fabulous S-Factor… tonight he seems… darker?
Loydson: And I for one am liking it! I particularly like the way he turned heel at the end…
Martinez: He did what?!
Loydson: The way he spun on that Louboutin heel before walking off, very athletic. Why, what did you think I meant?
Duggan: Regardless of what Scorpio did or didn’t do with his heels, it’s safe to say this Rampage crowd were impressed by his performance at Night of Champions, and tonight Blue Phoenix are going to have to contend with a fired-up and redemption-seeking ReBelle in our main event!
Kross Vs Nishimura
(30 Minute Singles Match)
Duggan: And time for our next match of the evening, Nishimura fresh off a victory at Thunder faces Brawl Star, Kendrick Kross.
Loydson: The kid vs the idiot, what a match.
Martinez: I faced a lot of men like Ryoichi in Japan and all of them were very gifted wrestlers, but Kross is no slouch either. .
Duggan: Indeed Omar, should be a good match.
Chriqui: The following singles match is set for one fall, Introducing first, from The Roppongi District, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 195 pounds... THE TOKYO GUNSLINGER RYOICHI NISHIMURA!
With the sound of War Dance by Shen Yi blasting through the speakers, the crowd stands in interest and excitement as they see a hooded Ryoichi walk up onto the ramp, baseball bat in one hand resting on his shoulder, his head bouncing to the beat of his entrance music.
The crowd meets the presence of Ryo on top of the stage with a mixed chorus of boos and cheers as the man nods to his manager Chad Richman flanking him and with a confident strut walks down the ramp towards the ring. Taking his time, he walks up every ring step with the continued bounce of his entrance music's beat until he ultimately climbs the turnbuckle into the ring. With a quickened pace he moves and climbs onto the turnbuckle opposite to him, pointing his bat at the closest camera.
Putting his free hand in the shape of a gun, he 'fires' at the camera before turning around and taking a seat on the turnbuckle, handing his entrance clothes and baseball bat to Chad Richman who passes on some final words of encouragement, as Ryoichi awaits the entrance of his upcoming foe.
Duggan: Ryoichi is all business tonight folks.
Loydson: Kid is looking fired up.
Martinez: Hard to believe Ryoichi is only 29, and already so good. .
Duggan: It really is something isn’t it?.
Chriqui: His opponent, from Chelsea, London, UK, weighing in at 215 pounds... KENDRICK KROSS
3 seconds guitar intro plays before the first line of the Chorus 'ONE MINUTE YOU'RE ON TOP!
At the word top red Pyro shoot straight up from the stage. Kendrick is revealed on the stage with a red spotlight put on him. A smirk crosses his face before he begins to walk down.
Kendrick slowly walks down the ramp ignoring any fans that try to touch him. He just shakes his head at signs that read 'Kendrick Sucks' and other various signs. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and stops as he lets a small smirk out and he takes a breath. He closes his eyes before opening them and walking forward taking a left towards the steps. He hops over the top rope and onto the second turnbuckle looking out into the crowd before jumping down and walking to his corner.
DING DING DING
Kendrick Kross explodes from his corner and quickly spins around leaping into his signature Pele Kick on Ryoichi! Kross quickly covers… But Ryoichi kicks out at two! Kross quickly gets to his feet and waits for Ryoichi to get onto his knees before leaping into the Tramp Stamp! Kross makes the cover again, but Ryoichi kicks out at 1!!!
Duggan: That’s the Japanese fighting spirit, the Bushidō!
Loydson: This kid is crazy!
Martinez: Duggan, you have eaten a Tramp Stamp before, how does that feel?
Duggan: It fucking hurts Omar, I couldn’t imagine kicking out at 1.
Ryoichi is getting back up, but Kross floors him with another Tramp Stamp! Kross rushes to the corner and climbs the top turnbuckle before leaping into a Post Mortem! Kross makes the cover… ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall, in about three minutes.. Kendrick Kross!!!!
Duggan: Ryoichi did something I’ve never seen anyone do, and that was kickout of a Tramp Stamp at 1. That takes a lot of heart. .
Loydson: Kid probably just had a muscle spasm, it wasn’t his doing.
Martinez: Whatever it was, It was very impressive.
Kendrick, barely breaking a sweat looked down at Ryoichi who was still barely moving. He let out a big smirk and walked towards the ropes where he grabbed a mic. Kendrick walked back over towards where Ryoichi is still down at and stands over his body.
Kross: Did you really think I was about to let this losing streak continue? Ryoichi got a shot to be Number One contender for the International Championship while a former X-Division Champion in myself didn’t even get consideration for it. Shows how much of a bum the dude really is, lost to Iggy Swango who couldn’t have fought her way out of a wet paper bag. It’s simple really, he’s a one but wonder and I proved it tonight.
Kendrick’s smirk still graces his face and takes in all the boos he has began to receive.
Kross: I dominated this match just like I’ll dominate every other match from here in out and that includes Monday against Xavier Reid. I’m out to prove that the EWC made a mistake in not putting me in that match at NOC. It’s about time that I start taking what I deserve. That started tonight and it’s going to continue. I ran over this idiot and I’m going to run over everyone all the way up the ranks to get to that International Championship and whether it’s Iggy or Cyrus, I’m making my way to them and going to prove exactly why I should’ve been against Iggy.
Kendrick lowers the mic and looks at Ryoichi who is just now starting to stir.
Kross: So it’s simple, doesn’t matter if you liked what you saw tonight or not, this is the start of the future for Kendrick Kross. This is the beginning of the ascent. The beginning of the future for EWC. It’s going to be a new day for EWC soon enough. Kross is the future.
Kendrick smirks as he drops the mic and heads out of the ring.
The show arrived backstage as Brian Spade was lurking around trying to find a scoop to deliver to the viewers of Friday Night Rampage, and like a professional he had stationed himself outside the locker room ready to pounce on whoever exited first... Eventually the door swung open and out came Ryoichi Nishimura, in a mood that was more bitter than a four hour brew of coffee. Moving alongside him, the camera followed the two of them as the interviewer was ready to ask some questions.
Spade: Ryoichi, that's now two losses in a row after two wins in a row. How do you feel after suffering two tough defeats against Iggy Swango and Kendrick Kross?
Spade's questions were left without answers as Ryoichi gave a split second glare of death at the interviewer before turning his head and continuing his pacey stride away from the interviewer, and what seemed to be the exit to the arena. A few seconds after Ryoichi had left, his manager Chad Richman came jogging past Spade.
Spade: Your client hasn't had an easy couple of weeks since coming off two very strong victories to start his EWC career, do you feel he might have lost the element of surprise?
Richman glanced at the direction his client had left in before biting his cheek and turning his attention towards the eager interviewer of Rampage.
Richman: Did you know you have a proclivity to ask stupid questions, Bob?
Spade: It's actually Brian, Brian Spade. But please, do you perhaps have an insight into Ryoichi's thought process now that he has suffered a tough loss against Kendrick Kross?
Rubbing his forehead, Richman let out a sigh and shared almost an as dirty look as Ryoichi had done earlier. The face of a man that had zero interest in humouring the curiosity of the eager interviewer.
Richman: So let me get this right, you feel he lost his 'element of surprise'? It's an interesting turn of phrase, did you feel like using that because my client Ryoichi is of Japanese descent? Because he's Japanese that makes him sneaky, or otherwise someone that catches people by surprise?
Spade: I, no that's not what I meant at a-
Richman: You do realize Pearl Harbour was over seventy-five years ago, right Ace? Or are you just trying to rile us up, try to push either me or my client to do something to play in this deeply offensive narrative you're trying to create?
Richman: Speaking of narrative, let's talk about Thunder, my client Ryoichi being pitted against the only two other Asian competitors on the Thunder card? A match he won might I add, or do matches against non-Americans not count in your eyes?
Spade: I would never...
Richman: You know what, I'll be sure to talk to Human Relations when I can find out if such a post even exists in this company. Because this line of questioning was completely out of line, and I'll make sure to make this known to everyone that needs to know how much of a terrible excuse for a backstage interviewer you are... Good day.
Turning away from Spade, Richman continued his way after his client. Leaving Brian Spade standing in confusion as he tried to wonder what Richman's rant was all about...
Hamilton Vs Hush
(30 Minute Singles Match)
Duggan: Now the match everyone has been waiting for, Samantha Hamilton Vs Hush!
Loydson: I’m pulling for the hot chick.
Martinez: Jesus Phil, keep it in your pants.
Duggan: What he said.
Chriqui: The following singles match is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 192 pounds... HUSH!
From behind the speakers comes the chorus of Everything to Gain by Pappoose and the crowd scream in unison for the man without a voice. Onto the stage comes Hush, his demeanor as indifferent as usual. He stares into the top corners of the arena, takes the moment to appreciate it whilst nodding his head, a gesture of approval.
He descends down the ramp in a casual stride and taps the hands of a few outstretched arms.
The camera draws close to him as he reaches the ring area, and in one quick move, he reveals a yellow sticky note in his left hand and pastes it over the camera; it blocks the rest of the arena and reads.
"Shut up and Wrestle"
He slides into the ring, finds his corner and readies for battle.
Duggan: Hush has done a lot in the EWC in recent months, from winning the golden ticket tournament to winning the X-Division #1 contendership, no one can deny his talent.
Loydson: He’s fine, just faced a lot of losers.
Martinez: Little harsh Phil.
Duggan: In his latest achievement, Hush won the XD #1 contendership as mentioned, but Samatha Hamilton was in that match and she wasn’t pinned or submitted. She feels as though she should be #1 contender. This match is going to either answer questions or make shit even more confusing.
Chriqui: His opponent, from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida weighing in at 145 pounds... SAMANTHA “THE TITANESS” HAMILTON!
As the actual lyrics of 'You're Going Down' by Sick Puppies begins playing, the Titaness saunters down the ramp. Walking beside her is her husband, Joseph "Orion" Hunter. A sense of determination and resolve can always be found in her eyes. Despite wearing a more stern and serious expression, she's not one to ignore any fans or supporters. Every now and again, she'll give a wave or slight smirk. More often than not, however, the Titaness will stick to her more serious and stoic look.
When she finally gets in front of the ropes, the Titaness will usually slip through the middle and top ropes. From time to time, however, she will opt to simply step over the top ropes.
DING DING DING
It’s Hush’s high flying vs Sam’s ground based offense. They are off like two bats out of hell. Hush leaps into a flying cross body and Sam catches his face with a big boot, Hush is back up and into a chokeslam from Sam! Hush kips up and leaps into an enziguri! Sam stumbles backwards and Hush pulls her into a snap suplex. Both are back up to their feet. Hush pulls Sam in for a DDT but she lifts him up and drops him into gut-busted. Sam pulls Hush into a DDT of her own but he wiggles out and leaps into a hurricanrana! Both are back up!
Duggan: No quit in each of these two opponents tonight y'all.
Loydson: I’ll make Sam quit.
Martinez: What does that...
Duggan: Even fucking mean?
Sam pulls Hush into a headlock but Hush wiggles out of it before spinning Sam around and ripping her into a piledriver! Sam is down after that one and Hush rushes to the corner. He leaps up and spins around into a swanton bomb as his back crashes into Sam’s torso. Hush goes for the cover but Sam rolls though into crucifix cover, Hush kicks out and pulls Sam up and quickly drops her with a second piledriver. Hush drags Sam up and leaps into the air while slapping on a headlock and driving her head into the mat, it’s his signature cutter! Hush calls for the crowd to be quiet, clearly looking for Silent Night! The crowd is silenced and as Sam begins to stand Hush rushes in for the superkick but Sam ducks the kick and headbutts Hush in the gut! Hush stumbles back, Sam grabs his head and shoves it between her thighs as she traps the hands and then leaps up, slamming Hush’s head into the ground. It’s The Wrath Of The Titans! Sam makes the cover! ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall, in 25:30... SAMANTHA “THE TITANESS” HAMILTON!
Duggan: What a match on display here tonight folks. Sam picking up a big win over the #1 contender.
Loydson: God that was hot.
Martinez: Don’t you have a wife Phil?
Loydson: Sometimes a man can’t remember those little things.
Black Vs Lavender
(60 Minute Non-Title Singles Match)
Duggan: Welcome back to Friday Night Rampage! We have quite the match-up coming at you right now. Prime's Lavender steps onto the green brand and she is up to a tall task when she takes on the company's Undisputed Champion, Cyrus Black.
Martinez: This is a Main Event caliber match and we get to see it LIVE in a few moments!
Loydson: Main Event caliber? Don't yank my chain, kid. ANY Prime superstar going up against the Undisputed Champion is a recipe for disaster. I'm just glad that we only have to call Cyrus Black the Champion for a few more days. The Top Dog Dominic Sanders will regain that Title. Mark my words!
Duggan: That all remains to be seen, but not on our show. Let's focus on tonight, first.
Chriqui: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall and has a sixty minute time limit!
The lights go out as 'The Sense Of Me' by Mud Flow begins to play from the thirteen second mark. The lights flash in time to each acoustic guitar riff. When the drums kick in the lights come back on and out walks Lavender. She looks out across the crowd and then makes her way down to the ring.
Chriqui: Introducing first... representing the Prime brand... LAAAAAVENDEEEER!
As Lavender reaches ringside she walks over to the steel steps, walks up them and enters the ring before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and holding her arms up high in the air. Lavender steps down from the turnbuckle and waits for Cyrus to enter.
Duggan: This is officially Lavender's first match back in the EWC in well over a year.
Martinez: She was scheduled for a four-way match on a recent episode of Prime but, as we know, that match did not happen.
Loydson: And now she's been thrown to the wolves. First match back after over a year? Good luck, rook. Not a chance you beat Cyrus Black tonight!
The whole arena goes dark for a moment, a spotlight hits the entrance ramp and music plays from the PA system.
"Life is a mystery..."
The silhouette of a man moves into the spotlight, arms raised above his head as he starts to clap.
"And it feels like home..."
The lights go up around the arena, two red pyrotechnics go off at either side of the stage as the chorus hits...
"When you call my name, it's like a little prayer..."
Cyrus Black starts clapping as he merrily skips from one side of the entrance ramp to the other, looking out at the sea of fans, goading them to clap along with him. Cyrus makes his way down the entrance ramp with the International Championship and the Undisputed Championship both around his waist stacked on top of each other. He engages with fans along the way, dishing out high fives and hugs as he jives his way to the ring.
"I'm down on my knees, I want to take you there..."
Sliding underneath the bottom rope into the ring, Cyrus shuffles from one corner buckle to another, continuously banging the palms of his hands together as the fans are on their feet clapping with him.
"Just like a prayer you know, I'll take you there..."
Cyrus casually leans against the ropes, with a cheesy grin on his face.
Chriqui: And her opponent… from Carson City, Nevada. He is the EWC Undisputed and International Champion… CYRUS BLACK!
Duggan: Listen to this ovation for the dual-Champion!
Loydson: I think they're cheering for the imminent bloodbath, Grizz.
Martinez: Don't count Lavender out. She's tough. She's a competitor. This is going to be a good one.
DING DING DING
Black looks across the ring as the bell goes off and smirks at Lavender. She returns a small smirk and they meet in the center of the ring. She exchange a quick friendly greeting and then lock up. Black pushes Lavender back into the corner and the referee begins a break-count. Cyrus allows it to get to three and then backs off. Lavender comes out of the corner and goes to lock up again with Cyrus. However, this time she ducks under Cyrus’ arms and comes through with a rear waistlock. She pushes Cyrus into the ropes and Cyrus hooks onto the ropes with both forearms. Lavender bounces backwards and does a reverse summer-sault and is back to her feet quickly. Cyrus charges at her with a clothesline, but she ducks underneath it. She turns back around and dropkicks Cyrus in the back of the head. Cyrus stumbles into the corner and Lavender sizes him up. She runs at him, looking for the Poetry in Motion. Before she can leap in the air, Cyrus manages to scurry out of the corner. Lavender stops in her tracks and redirects towards Cyrus. She drives a hard forearm across his chest and sends him tumbling through the ropes to the apron. As Cyrus gets to his feet, Lavender reaches over and hooks him up to suplex him back into the ring. But Cyrus blocks it and breaks her grasp. He drives an elbow into her cheek and reels her for a moment. Cyrus grabs Lavender by the head and takes her over to the corner, driving her face hard into the top pad. Lavender stumbles backwards and Cyrus climbs up to the top. Lavender turns around and is met by a top rope missile dropkick from the Champion. He covers Lavender.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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KICKOUT by Lavender.
Cyrus gets back to his feet quickly and drops a leg across her throat. He grabs ahold of her left arm and puts her into a simple armbar.
Duggan: Cyrus Black is slowing this one down a bit.
Loydson: She might as well give up now. He’s got her where he wants her and she can save herself a lot of energy if she quits. No one would blame her.
Martinez: We know that’s not going to happen, Phillip.
Cyrus lets go of the hold after a few moments and goes to work on her left arm and shoulder. He pins her hand down to the ground with one knee and lifts his other up, driving it right into the elbow joint. She rolls away from Cyrus and gets to her knees, shaking her elbow out. Cyrus stands back and allows her to get to her feet and then charges at her, knocking her off of her feet with a clothesline. No! She bends backwards into a bridge and ducks under it! Lavender gets up and bounces off of the ropes. She runs at Cyrus and leaps up, driving him down with a hurricanrana. She stays on top and grabs his legs into a pinning combination.
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KICKOUT!
Duggan: Nice move by Lavender right there. She’s really taking this match to heart.
Martinez: Why wouldn’t she? Everyone wants to shine bright when they face off with the Undisputed Champion.
Both competitors are on their feet, but Cyrus kicks her in the stomach. With Lavender doubled over, Cyrus delivers a swift kick to her left ass cheek.
Martinez: Hey now! The Champion does that to show who’s the boss in this ring.
Loydson: How embarrassing for Lavender! That actually made me chuckle!
Lavender didn’t like that one bit. She turns around and slaps Cyrus hard across the face, echoing all throughout the building. Cyrus grabs his face and now has a bit of frustration on his face. He drives a boot hard into her midsection again and, this time, lifts her up for a powerbomb. But Lavender is able to counter it. She goes for another hurricanrana. Cyrus holds firm, however, and now has Lavender hanging upside-down. He drops her down onto her stomach and keeps ahold of her legs, twisting them into a Texas Cloverleaf! He sits down hard and wrenches back on her legs.
Loydson: This is it! It’s over! Ring the damn bell, Emmanuelle!
Martinez: Not so fast! She’s working her way to the ropes!
Lavender slowly starts to crawl towards the ropes as she refuses to give up. She’s inches away from the ropes. Cyrus stands up and drags her back to the center of the ring. As he is up, however, Lavender rolls her body through and shoves Cyrus in the stomach with both of her feet, sending him crashing hard into referee Toyo Yasahiro! Yasahiro takes a tumble through the ropes and to the outside.
Duggan: The referee is down!
Loydson: Grab a chair, Lavender! Or Cyrus. I don’t even care!
Cyrus looks to the outside at Yasahiro. He turns his attention back at Lavender, who runs at him and drills him with the Poetry in Motion! She gets up to her feet and grabs Cyrus, putting him down with the Amity Affliction!!! She covers Cyrus, but there is no referee! The crowd counts.
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Martinez: Cyrus is down, but there’s no referee to count the pinfall!
Lavender gets up and steps through the ropes to the outside. She grabs Yasahiro and rolls him into the ring, causing him to stir. Lavender slides under the bottom rope and to her feet. Just as she gets to her feet, Cyrus pops up and runs at her and delivers The Blackout! Cyrus covers Lavender and Yasahiro counts slowly, but passes out again! The crowd loses their minds!
Duggan: Yasahiro is unconscious!
A generic theme begins to play as the crowd and competitors look towards the ramp... It's Mike Michaelson? He has a mic in his hand?!
Michaelson: Ladies and gentlemen, with Toyo unconscious, I am now the head ref of FN'R for the rest of the night!
Duggan: Can he do that?
Loydson: He just did!
Michaelson makes his way to the ring, before raising the mic again.
Michaelson: Cyrus Black, Lavender. You were having a great match! But..
The crowd begin to boo Michaelson, as if they already know what he's about to say.
Michaelson: Someone ring the bell, this match is over.
The bellman looks around, but hits the bell.
DING DING DING
Michaelson makes his way to Chriqui before telling her something. She looks at him in disbelief but then raises the microphone.
Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen... I have just been informed this match is a double disqualification...
The crowd roars with boos but Michael doesn't seem to care.
Michaelson: Now get out of my ring, I have a main event to do...
Duggan: I am getting word that AC Delaney has left the building, something just came up... There is no one here to stop Michaelson!
Michaelson puts up the ramp and tells Lavender and Cyrus to get lost again. The heat he is getting is nuclear!
Blue Phoenix Vs ReBelle
(60 Minute Non-Title Tag Team Match)
Duggan: Time for our main event of the evening, it’s Blue Phoenix Vs ReBelle!
Loydson: Can we just bring Sam back out here?.
Martinez: Phil...
Duggan: Also, make note that Mike Michaelson is still out here pretending to be the senior ref…
Loydson: You heard what he said. Toyo is down, He is the one in charge now!
Chriqui: The following tag match is scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time limit, Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of three hundred and fifty eight pounds, they are the team of Chi-Town's Finest, Phoenix Winterborn and the War Queen, Stephanie Matsuda....BLUE PHOENIX!
Smoke starts forming on the stage as the opening chords of "Can't Stop the Bleeding" by Tom Morello begins playing as Stephanie Matsuda steps out on the stage, crouching in the smoke before Phoenix Winterborn steps in behind her, a hand rest on her shoulder with a smirk.
Matsuda stands up next to Phoenix, bumping the backs of their fists together as they start to make their way towards the ring. Taking opposite sides of the ring, they slide in in front of each other before hopping up and climbing adjacent turnbuckles, posing for the crowd as their music fades out slowly.
Duggan: Matsuda and Winterborn, together they make one of the EWC’s best tag teams today. But the team they are facing, the EWC World Tag Team Champions. If Blue Phoenix wins, do they get a title shot?
Loydson: If those coward champs have any balls, yes.
Martinez: I’d assume Duggan, if you beat the champ, you get a title shot.
Duggan: Lot of pressure on this match for both teams..
Chriqui: Their opponents, Please welcome, at a combined weight of 342 lbs, accompanied by Crème de la Crème, the team of 'The Rebel Child' Georgie Nickles and 'The S-Factor' Scorpio... REBELLE!
The arena lights go down to just a spotlight on the stage, and the fans give a huge cheer as 'Vogue (Metal Cover) by Leon Moracchioli hits the speakers. Initially only Crème de la Crème steps out, dressed in a sequinned and bejewelled army general's outfit, and carrying a flag with the raised fist of the revolution on one side and the rainbow of LGBTQ+ pride on the other. The curtain parts again and the cheers grow even louder as Georgie Nickles and Scorpio step out, flanking Crème. The pair salute to one another before Scorpio struts down the ramp like a catwalk model and Nickles slaps hands with some of the fans. The pair hit the ring together and climb in, meeting in the middle as they stand back-to-back and stare down the camera. They take a corner each and wave the fans, posing for them and pointing out some supportive signs. Finally they re-group in the middle again as Scorpio throws a vogue-like pose as Nickles folds her arms staring down the camera lens. Behind them Crème de la Crème waves the ReBelle flag with vigour.
DING DING DING
Phoenix and Scorpio start this one out, it’s Phoenix’s adaptability vs Scorpio’s high paced flashy offense. They lock into a shoulder/collar tie-up, but a boot from Scorpio breaks them up and gives him the advantage via a headlock. Scorpio backs into the corner, Georgie tags herself in while he steps onto the turnbuckles and leaps into a tornado DDT! Georgie leaps into a moonsault and goes for the cover, but Phoenix kicks out. Georgie pulls Phoenix up and lands a swinging neckbreaker. Georgie pulls Phoenix up and kicks him in the midsection, before tagging in Scorpio. Georgie and Scorpio both stand beside Phoenix and both slam him with a roundhouse kick! Scorpio goes for the cover but Phoenix kicks out!
Duggan: ReBelle have isolated Phoenix, and Blue Phoenix’s dreams may be crashing.
Loydson: I’d like to see them all crash, to be completely honest.
Martinez: Stephanie Matsuda is chomping at the bit to get into this one.
Matsuda leaps into action and rushes into Georgie with a STO! Scorpio turns his attention to Matsuda but Phoenix rolls him up! Scorpio kicks out! Matsuda pulls Scorpio into a suplex. Phoenix makes his way back to their corner, and Matsuda joins him to officially tag in. Georgie is getting back up, but Matsuda slams her with a superkick! Scorpio is back to his feet and he leaps into the AGR, but Matsuda catches him in a waist lock and rips him backwards into a German suplex! Mike Michaelson yells at Georgie to leave the ring, while Matsuda rushes a seated Scorpio in a neutral corner. Matsuda leaps into a cannonball that lands flush. Matsuda drags Scorpio up and sends him towards the ropes, on the rebound she leaps into a bicycle knee! Scorpio is turned inside out. Matsuda goes for the cover, but Georgie is there to break it up! Mike Michaelson begins to yell at Nickles and orders her to leave the ring immediately.
Duggan: Mike is beginning to show a bias towards the tag champs I think…
Matsuda pulls Scorpio into her corner and tags out. Her and Phoenix hit a double suplex on Scorpio. Matsuda rolls out of the ring. Phoenix is calling for his finishing move, begging Scorpio to stand up. Scorpio gets up and Phoenix spins into a backfist before locking on a headlock and going for The Light of the Apocalypse but Scorpio drops to his knees to avoid the impact. Phoenix pulls Scorpio back up his feet but Scorpio swings forward into an AGR! On the outside Nickles floors Matsuda with a spear! Scorpio covers!
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DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winners, via pinfall, in 45 minutes... REBELLE!
Duggan: The champions prevail, but Blue Phoenix looked really good in that match. This is not the last time we will see this match.
Loydson: loud mouthed bitch and the drag queen won, I want to go back to the 90s.
Martinez: How do you still have a job?
Loydson: The incel community love me.
Duggan: That I don't doubt Loydson. But that's all we have for the night folks. We will see you next week on another episode of Friday Night Rampage!
