FN'R #464 - Milwaukee, Wisconsin

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

»»The Road To StrangleMania!!««

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EPISODE 464
FEB 29TH 2020

LIVE! From The Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin

EWC RAMPAGE
2.29.2020
Live From The Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Commentators -
Play-By-Play: Grizzly Duggan
Color: Javier Martinez & Phillip Loydson
Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui
Head Ref: Toyo Yasahiro
Assistant Refs: Mike Michaelson & Pierce Patterson
Backstage Help: Bryan Spade

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Fog spreads throughout the arena, covering the screaming fans as "Another Fight" begins to sound off over the loudspeakers.



"ALRIGHT, HOLD TIGHT
I'M NEVER GONNA LOSE ANOTHER FIGHT"

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. 

{NEZUMI IS NOT YAKUZA!}

{ACE KING SMELLS LIKE DOG FOOD!}

{MELODY MARRY ME!}

{THE GUY BEHIND ME CAN'T SEE!}

{THE GUY IN FRONT OF ME IS AN ASSHOLE!}

{SCORPIO IS THE BEST!!!!}

FN'R!!!

FN'R!!!

FN'R!!!

FN'R!!!

The camera flashes back to the MacTron which shows the current FN'R roster... There's Ace King, Alex Carbajal, Dantalion, Erik Holland, Georgie Nickles, Jackie Layton, L Verez, Melody Malone, Phoenix Winterborn, Samantha Hamilton, Samuel McPherson, Saoirse Maguire , Scorpio, Tanja Devereaux and Voshon Jackson
. The MacTron flips back to Scorpio holding his title high before flipping to Melody Malone holding both of her titles high. Melody smirks as a round of pyro is fired off. 



And then the camera cuts over to the commentary desk, where Grizzly Duggan stands shoveling a burrito into his mouth. Phillip Loydson sits with a scowl on his face watching Duggan while Omar Martinez is checking his phone. Grizzly finishes his burrito and sits down, and Omar pockets his phone. 

Duggan: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to another fantastic episode of Friday Night Rampage. Let's hope it's half as good as that burrito!

Loydson: You are a disgusting bastard. 

Martinez: Onto tonight's matches, at the top of our card we have a ladder match. It's NEZUMI Vs Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton... the winner gets Scorpio at StrangleMania in a United States Championship match!

Duggan: Normally I'd pull for Sam here, but NEZUMI has been on and absolute roll as of late. 

Loydson: Don't you dare badmouth Samantha "The Goddess" Hamilton!

Duggan: You going to yell at a man you just saw eat an entire burrito in one bite?

Martinez: But this action is far from bite-sized, as our semi main event seeing Gabrielle Visconty Vs Kendrick Kross Vs Scorpio in a non-title match! 

Loydson: I wonder if Gabi still make's fleshl

Duggan: And before that match we have Ace King taking on Justin Paird. And that's the top of our card. But don't you get it twisted, the under-card is just as stacked! 

Martinez: You could say that again!

Grizzly Duggan: And now let’s go to the back where Brian Spade is with a very interesting special guest.

Brian Spade: Thanks Grizz… uh… Mister Duggan. This is Brian Spade once again coming to you from behind the scenes right here at Rampage. My guest at this time is the newest number 1 contender for the FSW title and FEUD member the Mercenary.

Mercenary nodded curtly down at the much smaller man with an open look of disgust.

Mercenary: Hey.

Brian Spade: I think we’re all very curious to know what brings someone who is so associated with the FSW brand to the show tonight. Should the fans be expecting a color change in the near future? Gold to Green perhaps?

Mercenary: Don’t get overly excited there little guy, you’ll just end up ruining that cheap suit of yours and I know that you probably put a paycheck down to buy the ugly thing. The answer is No. I have no plans on leaving FSW any time soon. Hell fire, I only just started having fun there. My plan is to be the czar of our little gulag long before I put it behind me for a greener pasture. Nope. I’m just here tonight because Dalilah wanted to come watch our bros Malice and Mayhem take their rightful opportunity at the tag titles away from that horror show NSFW, even if that did mean we’d have to lower ourselves to traveling up here to cow country.

Javier Martinez: EWW. The fans here in Packer Country didn’t take kindly to that one Phil.

Mercenary: I mean really, am I the only one who thinks this whole damn place just reeks of old cheese? Jeez-us. Terrible. Like living down wind of a fat French Canadian guy’s breath after brunch time. All moldy feet, beer burps, and baby vomit. DIS-GUSTING. But that just proves how far our little Family is willing to go to support one another.

Brian Spade: Great lengths indeed.  Is there anything you might want to say about your match this week over on the Future Stars brand where you are set to face Candy.  That should prove to be one heck of a match.  Are you ready for the challenge?

Mercenary: A few weeks ago I finally got to get in the ring with Robbie Rayder and he left me wondering how he ever managed to call himself a champion. This week I get a go at the talent in the family and I’m sure she'll at least be able to supply me with a proper scrap.  Now Candy, I'm sure you’ll be all jacked up on pixie sticks and cherry soda and ready to put me in my place. But sugar, snack time is over now. You’re not that sweet girl free to roam the candy store anymore. The castle is crumbling and it’s time to save what you can and survive. It’s time for the grown folks to take over.  Seriously though, what’s the deal with all the sugar? I mean I guess the lollipops I can understand, there’s nothing wrong with a girl like you having an oral fixation…  COME ON! How are you not a super heavyweight?  You must have the metabolism of a coked up jackrabbit on a meth bender.  But all that empty energy isn't gonna mean a thing come bell time baby girl because sugar, it melts in the rain, and for you I am the gathering storm. 

Brian Spade: And what about tonight's card?  Do you expect to have to get physically involved or are you here purely as a bystander?

Mercenary: We’ve all seen how McGuire and Church like to prove their point by going after civilians so I didn’t feel comfortable letting Dalilah come alone. I didn’t want to risk maybe leaving her at the mercy of whatever sorry bottom-feeding scumbag might materialize from out of the creepy couple’s combined shadow. I might be over-compensating a little bit, after all Sinister did double his security just to keep an eye on Lacey and Dalilah. And those guys now, damn, I feel sorry for anyone who makes the mistake of messing with them. Sinestro’s crew do things the way they’re done down south and I mean way down south, like south of the border. If you decide to lose your head around them, then you might literally end up losing your head, if ya get what I mean?

It was clear from his expression that Brian Spade did not get what he meant. Regardless Merc continued with his rant.

Mercenary: ANYWAY I figured the more the merrier. All that aside I decided to come along to add a little presence to the party. Because after all Bri, what kind of party would it be without presence?

Brian Spade smiled uncomfortably and nodded. Mercenary chuckled and shook his head.

Mercenary: My point is Bro-Doe that if Chuck Gacy or his mystery Rampage counterpart show up this week with the fuel then I’ll be glad to supply the fire. I’ll light them fools up and laugh till it hurts, even if no one else gets the joke…

His voice trails off and his expression turns into a thousand yard stare. Brian Spade shuffles his feet awkwardly.

Mercenary: Oh. Brian. I forgot you were here. I was… starting to sound a little like Stitches there for a second… He’s been on my mind a lot lately. He does tend to get in there… and he just won’t go away…

Mercenary zoned out again leaving Brian to examine the carpet and search for his words. Just as suddenly Merc tuned back in.

Mercenary: We’re done.

And with that Mercenary left Brian Spade standing stupid without another word.

Brian Spade: Well then. Um. Back to you.

But just before the camera cut to commercial it caught a sight in the shadows. Just beyond the interview area, just outside the light, a dark figure stood. He had been watching the Mercenary throughout the entire exchange. He was clad in a threadbare black shirt and a tattered grey coat and his empty ice eyes glared out from behind the white plastic visage of a grinning clown. As Mercenary walked away the figure faded into the background unseen and unnoticed.

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MATCH #1
DAMAGE INC Vs NSFW
(25 Minute Tag Team Match For The Tag Title #1 Contendership)
(Ref: Mike Michaelson)

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Duggan: Here we go! Our opening match tonight is a heater and there are major Stranglemania implications!

Loydson: Using big boy words today, huh?

Martinez: Shush, Loydson. I’m proud of Duggan.

Duggan: Uh, thanks? So anyway, both of these teams have had their sights set on the tag team championship but only one of them will join the fatal 4 way match at Stranglemania. NSFW vs Damage Inc for the first time ever next!

Chriqui: The following tag match is scheduled for one fall! The winner will go to Stranglemania for a shot at the tag team championships! Introducing first, weighing in at 725 pounds... DAMAGE INC!

Flames explode to either side of the stage. The lights come up on Sinestro Sinister who is standing with his tattooed back to the crowd, his arms outstretched in a crucifix pose. For Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica begins to roar through the arena. The lights flash and Sinister turns to face the people. Lacey Savage walks from the back holding Sinister's suit jacket, which she slips over his arms. The light pulses like lightning and Lacey Savage pulls up a skull bandanna to cover her lower face. When the lightning pulses again a thick smoke rolls in, and from the smoke come two huge figures dressed in matching leather jackets that reach all the way to their matching boots. The two men are wearing full face masks that look like skulls. Each skull face is partially covered by a bandanna, outlaw style. The two men flank Lacey and they all come to stand behind Sinestro. With a nod of the head from Sinister the group begins to stalk in lock step to the ring.

Lacey climbs the steps ahead of her charges and holds the middle rope open for them to step stiffly through. Once inside the ring both monsters simultaneously shed their masks and jackets. Clustering together in the corner they huddle up for a final game plan, each member sizing up their opponents and getting ready for a war. From his place at ringside Sinestro eyes the competition with a steely, almost satanic, stare. Malice holds the ropes open for Lacey and she joins Sinister out on the floor where the pair begin to conspire against their common enemy.

Duggan: Malice is one bad man and if Mayhem is hanging out with him, he’s probably just as bad. Damage Inc debuted on Rampage last week by pinning former Undisputed Champion Cyrus Black in a triple threat. Since their title shot over the summer, they have mostly dominated the competition. You can tell they’re ready.

Chriqui: Their opponent, weighing in at 400 pounds... NSFW!

The lights suddenly drop. Words flash across the screen accompanying Jacoby Shaddix’s vocals and a strobe pulse from the side lights.

The lights flare to life again as ‘Renegade Music’ continues, white pulses and lasers- notably devoid of the once-iconic green and orange- flash along with the words WE FIRST. ALWAYS. NSFW in succession on the Mactron. Mike McGuire and Bishop Church enter to a mixed reaction, the two of them walking in lockstep, affording those wearing their gear or holding NSFW signs along the entry ramp a smile or wave as they approach the ring, seemingly ignoring everyone else. McGuire has a microphone in hand.

McGuire: That’s absolutely fuckin’ ridiculous. We ain’t competing with this going on. Get those two tattooed assholes hovered on the outside of the ring!

Church speaks up.

Church: This match deserves to be decided … fair and square.

The crowd boos at this ridiculous statement but Malice and Mayhem only nod. There is a quiet bit of discussion between manager and client...or whatever their partnership is. And surprisingly, Sinister and Savage slip out through the crowd. NSFW smile at each other as they continue to the ring.

DING DING DING

The match starts off with Malice and Bishop. These two had faced while back and there was a tentative feeling out process. In fact, that is what the majority of the early bout is. Neither team can get the advantage for too long. Even when McGuire is against Mayhem, there is clearly some carefulness. With this much on the line, neither team wants to make the first mistake. But as this match started to shake out, the destructive power of Damage Inc started to shine through. Mayhem blocked a forearm from McGuire and that is when the bruisers started to isolate the smaller half of NSFW in the middle of the ring. That’s where two things became apparent. Damage Inc’s expertise in double team moves and NSFW’s resistance to pain. Numerous two counts happened for Malice and Mayhem. One more impressive after the other. Malice gorilla press slammed Mike and Mayhem quickly followed up with a moonsault. Mike kept battling back but fell victim to a superkick from Malice while Mayhem swept the leg.

It was only until Damage Inc tried for the NailGun that Church intervened. As Mayhem was perched on the top rope, Church snuck up from behind and shook the ropes. Mayhem lost his balance and was dumped outside of the ring. Mike used that momentary distraction to drop to a knee and low blow Malice as the official was distracted with Church on the apron! /font color]

Duggan: Not surprisingly NSFW finds a slimy way to take over this match.

Loydson: Referee didn’t see it so what does it matter?

Martinez: Maybe for some integrity for once?

Duggan: Well, whatever it was, it worked.

Mike dragged the big man to their corner and tagged in Church. It’s here where they showed that they were still a tag team to be reckoned with on a level playing field. Church nearly won it for NSFW after powerbombing Mike onto Malice for the Cherry Bomb! Bishop kept on the offensive. He tried for a sleeper hold but Malice quickly battled out of it with a sit out jawbreaker. The two big men then battled at a stalemate, exchanging shoulder tackles and slams. Malice was starting to get the better of Church after escaping out of a german suplex attempt with a high elbow to the jaw. Malice looked to get Mayhem back in action but inadvertently took a knee to the back from Mike on the apron. Church tagged Mike in but Malice eliminated him from the ring with a clothesline over the top rope. Church landed on his feet but Malice zoned in on Mike, blocked a left hand, and looked to suplex the Bronx Brawler over the top rope! Suddenly, Malice fell backwards as Church tripped him from the apron! The referee started to count the pinfall, not seeing Bishop holding down Malice’s legs from the ring apron!

One!


Two!


Mayhem doesn’t get there in time!


Three!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via PINFALL NSFW!

Duggan: By hook or crook, NSFW has finally earned their shot.

Loydson: What a master class in tag team wrestling by both of these teams but well, no one ever said Damage Inc was too smart.

Martinez: Another tainted victory for this pair. I’m disgusted.

Duggan: A lot to mule over for sure. We'll be right back. 

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Coming back from commercial, we go backstage, where a member of the Friday Night Rampage production crew is scurrying through the halls of the Fiserv Forum. He rounds a corner, then takes a breath before jogging toward the catering area, a look of relief on his face as he approaches someone from behind.

Production Crew Member: Hey…

The man turns around slowly, revealing himself as Ace King. Much to the delight of the Milwaukee crowd, 'The Gambler' is sporting a Harley-Davidson leather jacket as he gets his snacks in order.

Ace King: Yes?

Production Crew Member: Sorry to interrupt, but I was told to give this to you.

The production crew member hands ‘The Gambler’ a piece of paper before scurrying off again; Ace is confused as he reads whatever’s written there. The feed cuts to...

MATCH #2
S.T. Vs AMERICA'S MOST HATED
(25 Minute Tag Team Match)
(Ref: Mike Michaelson)

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Duggan: We go from one tag team match to another tonight, somebody call Teddy Long and tell him he’s missing out on all the action!

Loydson: We’re definitely getting the hotter pair of tag teams in this one though, Duggan!

Martinez: Is everything about looks to you Loydson? Why can’t you just be happy we’re getting two more talented teams?

Duggan: You don’t want the honest answer to that one.

Chriqui: The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined 225 pounds... the team of Jackie “Bandit” Layton & “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire - ST!

"Pledge Your Allegiance" by Suicidal Tendencies starts up. 12 seconds in, the "S! T!" chants start. Aoife "Banshee" Maguire takes this as her cue to walk through the curtain with bodyguard/girlfriend, Katrina "Knox" Knox, right behind her. A second later, the team known as S.T., Jackie "Bandit Layton and "Psycho" Saoirse Maguire, walk through the curtain as well. the four women make their way to the ring where banshee steps through the ropes first, the others following her in. She takes the center of the ring with Knox behind her and points to the two corners facing the camera. Bandit takes the left corner, Psycho takes the right and all four raise a fist in the air.

Duggan: The Shieldmaidens may not have walked out with the victory on Rampage two weeks ago, but you’d better believe they’re ready to right that tonight.

Loydson: They’ve got a tall task ahead of them, literally, both Iggy and Melody have the height advantage tonight.

Martinez: You gotta think that might actually play into the hands of ST tonight, they’re used to fighting people much bigger than they are. How often have the Foxy Ladies been in the ring with smaller opponents?

Duggan: Considering their last match together as a team was against Lunch Time? I’m gonna say it’s been a minute Javier.

Chrqui: And their opponents, from The Pleasure Palace, weighing in at a combined 293 pounds... They are YOUR EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… The Even Foxier Ladies of Dream Sound Revolution Part Deux… Iggy Swango and Melody MALONE!

The lights dim, but don’t go dark before the soft words of Billie Eilish’s “You should see me in a crown” begin to play over the P.A. system. Melody and her manager Vanessa come out from backstage, but Iggy is nowhere to be seen. Vanessa has Melody’s Tag Team championship over her shoulder as the Undisputed championship sits firmly around the champ’s waist. Melody holds up a hand to cut the music and brings a microphone up to her lips instead.

Melody Malone: Hold on, let’s just hold on for one second here.

Malone sighs into the microphone as the crowd begins to boo, not excited at the idea that they’re going to seemingly miss out on ST versus The Even Foxier Ladies tonight.

Loydson: These rude plebians..

Duggan: I’m surprised you even know that word.

Melody Malone: I was prepared to come into this match and put my foot down. I was ready to come out tonight and prove to these two ladies in the ring that they’re simply Not. On. My. Level. You’re not on Iggy’s level. You’re not on America’s Most Hated’s level. You’re nothing more than a handful of little girls trying to play at the big kid’s table. You think I missed your little garbage rant? I’m sorry, was my subtweeting bothering you? I’ll have you know - and Kendrick Kross for the record - that I was tweeting about Tommy Love… but if you’re so insecure that you think any slight I throw out on social media is about you? Girls, I don’t know what to tell you about that. You might want to see if you can get a number to a good therapist so you can work those issues out. But tonight? There’s no therapy on the agenda.

Melody begins to slowly walk down the ramp, handing her crown off to Vanessa as she continues.

Melody Malone: You think that my partner Iggy is better suited to hang out with you guys? Just because she “likes to party”? It’s funny you mention that, because that seems to be all anyone can talk about these days. Clay wants to take cheap shots at her about her partying days. Damage Inc wants to call her out like she wouldn’t be sober enough to defend OUR EWC Tag Team Championships… but trust me when I tell you ladies.. You don’t know what you’re in for when you poke the bear. Now, Michaelson, be a dear and ring the bell for me would you?

Referee Mike Michaelson shrugs and waves toward the timekeeper to ring the bell, as the crowd boos heavily and Iggy Swango slides into the ring behind both Bandit and Psycho.

DING DING DING

As soon as the bell sounds, Iggy leaps up and yanks back Bandit hitting her with a backstabber. Bandit rolls from the ring, holding her back as Psycho turns around and begins to throw fists with Swango. Malone smirks, removing the Undisputed championship and handing it off to Vanessa as she climbs up onto the apron and into the Foxy Ladies’ corner.

Duggan: Swango with the cheap shot just took out Jackie Layton, and Maguire is trying to right the wrong.

Loydson: How was it cheap?! Look, the bell rang didn’t it? The match was officially underway. It was a brilliant call by the Queen.

Martinez: She looks awfully pleased with her work too. Do you see that smug look on her face?

Duggan: I don’t think he’s looking at her face.

Iggy gets the edge on Psycho, backing her into the ropes and hitting her with a hard chop to the chest. She hits a second one before whipping her across the ring off of the ropes, catching her with a knee to the midsection that flips Psycho forward and onto her back. Iggy dusts her hands off, inciting the crowd to boo at her as Psycho moves toward the bottom rope. Iggy catches her at the ropes, grabbing the top rope for leverage and digging her boot into Psycho’s neck, choking her against the bottom rope as the referee begins his 5 count. Iggy’s careful to not get herself disqualified, and holds her hands up as she lets go, backing off and turning away from Psycho with a grin. She looks ready to get back on the offensive, but Psycho reaches up and pulls her down into a small package!

1!


2!

Iggy powers out of the pinfall attempt just after 2, getting back to her feet and getting caught by a stiff right from Psycho as she’s back to her feet as well. Psycho tries to go to her corner for the tag, but Iggy spins her around before popping off with a spinning roundhouse kick. She stuns Psycho and pulls her toward her own corner, tagging in Melody before Iggy hooks Psycho and sends her backward with a snap suplex. Melody slingshots herself into the ring, dropping a leg down across the fallen Psycho to complete ‘Bridge over Troubled Water’ before she hooks the leg.

1!


2!

Martinez: Kickout by Psycho!

Duggan: The Foxy Ladies are really keeping her isolated, Bandit is pacing like a rabid dog in the corner.

Malone glares at the referee for the 2 count before she gets to her feet, looking down at Psycho with a shake of her head. She kneels down, a sarcastic smile on her face as she says something to the fallen Shieldmaiden before laughing and pulling her to her feet. She whips her into a vacant corner, not bothering to follow up with any urgency. Instead, she looks out to the crowd and points at Psycho in the corner, yelling out to the first couple of rows that ST isn’t worth her time. Finally, she goes into the corner to grab hold of Psycho but the smaller member of ST throws herself upward, nailing the Undisputed champion with Header, the soccer style headbutt and sends Melody reeling backwards and towards the opposite corner. Psycho makes her move, getting to the corner and tagging in Bandit. Bandit dives into position, getting on all fours a few feet out from Malone as the crowd rallies behind ST. Psycho roars out, running across the ring and leaping up off of Bandit’s back and throwing her full weight into Melody. Psycho rolls from the ring and Bandit pops up to her feet, pulling a stunned Malone over her shoulder with a snapmare and hitting a dropkick to the back of her head. She rolls over Malone and hooks the leg,

1!


2!

Malone kicks out, trying to shake the cobwebs out of her head but Bandit doesn’t give her the time to breathe. She pulls Malone to her feet, sizing her up before hitting a chop across her chest. She peppers Melody with chops, sending her back into the corner before she backs up and makes a faux curtsey to the ‘Queen’ as the crowd roars their appreciation. She goes for her Bust Card, but Malone has the back handspring elbow scouted and surges out of the corner, driving a desperate knee into Bandit’s back before she can execute the final handspring. Both women collapse down onto the mat in a heap and the referee reluctantly begins the count.

Duggan: For all the crap she talked, Bandit has Malone reeling right now!

Loydson: The QUEEN, you insolent, has everything under control right now. I just wish they’d all get along! It’s a shame so many pretty women are being so mean to each other.

Martinez: Michaelson is to a four count, one of these ladies has to get up before we get a double KO!

Duggan: Looks like Melody might be to her feet!

Malone is indeed to her feet first, Bandit still feeling the affects of the early backstabber by Swango in conjunction with the knee from Malone. Melody pulls Bandit to her feet, whipping her into the corner before hammering away at the smaller Shieldmaiden with stiff kicks to the midsection. After a count of ten, Michaelson intervenes and wedges himself between Malone and Bandit, threatening to have the champion disqualified if she doesn’t back off. Melody rolls her eyes, pushing past Michaelson and grabbing hold of Bandit before she drops back with the Crowning Achievement! She smirks, hooking the leg as she goes for the pinfall.

1!


2!

Bandit kicks out at two and Melody Malone looks absolutely incredulous. She looks at Michaelson, holding up three fingers but he just shakes his head in response and holds up two. Frustrated, Malone shoves against Bandit and gets to her feet before making the tag to Iggy. Both women pick up Bandit and drop her down with a double suplex before they begin to stomp away at her in the center of the ring. Michaelson eventually intervenes, sending Malone out of the ring as Iggy whips Bandit into the corner before she falls down against the bottom turnbuckle. The crowd roars in anticipation and Iggy slaps at her backside before she takes off running and delivers a vicious hip attack into the corner. She pulls Bandit back out of the corner, hooking her head for a snap DDT, but as she pulls back Bandit holds onto the top rope for dear life and Iggy snaps backward alone, hitting her head on the mat and Bandit makes the tag to Psycho. Bandit pulls Iggy into position as Psycho goes up onto the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a shooting star press! She hooks the leg on Swango as Michaelson dives into position.

1!



2!

Swango with the shoulder up! Psycho tries again with a matchbook cover on Swango.

1!



2!


Iggy gets the shoulders up again JUST barely, as Psycho slaps the mat in frustration. She pulls Swango to her feet, whipping her into the ropes. Malone makes a blind tag and as Iggy rebounds off of the ropes, Psycho leapfrogs Swango but catches Crowning Achievement from Malone on the way down! Malone rolls Psycho onto her stomach and locks in the camel clutch as Swango takes advantage of the tag to run off of the opposite rope and hit the basement dropkick to cap off Hold the Line! With the submission locked in, Bandit comes in to try and make the save but Swango heads her off at the pass and drills her with a headbutt that seems to daze both women. Michaelson continues to check, but Psycho eventually has no choice but to tap out.

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winners, via submission... The Even Foxier Ladies of Dream Sound Revolution PART DEUX!

Duggan: A win for the Foxy Ladies, but I don’t know if I’d call it decisive.

Loydson: I knew they’d pull off the win tonight! Hell, anyone know if Melody needs a sparring partner?

Martinez: Settle down Loydson..

Duggan: Settle down, and settle in because we’ve got more Shieldmaiden action as Alex ‘The Bullet’ Carbajal is coming up in a triple threat with The Animal and Dantalion… NEXT!

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[FN'R]

The camera cuts backstage to where the Rat King, NEZUMI, strolls. Down the hallway, he appears while playing with the coattails of his eccentric coat. He keeps moving until he has to stop and reverse. He had passed by Brian Spade, who looked as if he was ready to interview him.

NEZUMI: Oh, sorry ‘bout that, I didn’t see you there.

Brian Spade: It’s okay, it’s okay. I just have some questions.

NEZUMI rolls his eyes and giggles.

NEZUMI: Of course, you do. It’s your job.

Spade nods.

Brian Spade: Y-Yeah, right, uh, so how do you feel about tonight’s match?

NEZUMI looks around seemingly aimlessly. After a moment, Brian Spade starts to question the Rat King, himself, and even the camera operator.

NEZUMI: You want me to talk to you about the woman who compared me to a rapist?

Brian Spade suddenly turns pale and takes a step back. NEZUMI starts to laugh lowly and approaches Spade.

NEZUMI: You think that I have anything to say to a woman who dares speak about me in such a manner? No. No, I don’t.

NEZUMI hovers over Spade, the smile on his face frozen into something twisted.

NEZUMI: Just think about what you say before you approach people with your asinine questions. When I win tonight, be ready to ask me what I think about what I did.

Spade nervously takes a step back. NEZUMI looks as if he was going to move forward, but he decides not to. He turns on a heel and starts back down the hallway.

NEZUMI: (CENSORED) idiot.

The camera fades back into... 

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MATCH #3
THE ANIMAL Vs THE BULLET Vs DANTALION
(25 Minute Triple Threat Match)
(Ref: Pierce Patterson)

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Duggan: Time for our third match of the evening, It's The Animal Vs The Bullet Vs Dantalion.

Loydson: Woo! Bullet!

Martinez: This will be a big time match, and the ability for one of these three to get back some momentum after losing last episode.

Duggan: I think Dantalion is probably the favorite heading into this match, but one has to assume his beef with Tanja might have him thinking elsewhere right now.

Chriqui: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first 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.

Duggan: McPherson is hungry and pissed that he was eliminated from the battle royal.

Loydson: Did you hear what the lady said? This man is almost 300 pounds, he's not hungry in the slightest.

Martinez: The Animal probably would like to take out both Bullet and Dantalion to prove he is worthy of another shot at the US #1 contendership.

Duggan: That has to be at the top of his list.

Chriqui: His opponent, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 135 pounds... ALEX BULLET CARBAJAL!

The lights dim and the Shieldmaidens motto “Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!” comes over the Tron as guitar stabs ring out. Concrete Blonde’s “God Is A Bullet” starts up in earnest and Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire and Katrina "Knox" Knox walk out seemingly leading the way for their sixth sister. Alex “Bullet” Carbajal makes her way out in a full length boxing robe, ready for war. The Shieldmaidens make their way to the ring and Bullet steps in, starting to shadowbox the second she steps in. She raises her hands into the air and then nods, ready to go. The other Maidens leave and the camera cuts back to the commentary desk. 

Duggan: Bullet came so close to winning the battle royal, but in the end NEZUMI would throw her out and claim his victory.

Loydson: Bullet was cheated!.

Martinez: I would hardly say that's the case Phil but no use in arguing with you.

Duggan: Omar, you're finally figuring that out.

Chriqui: Their opponent, from Utah, weighing in at 247 pounds... DANTALION!

Lucifer's hymn sounds off, Dantalion comes out and slowly makes his way to the ring. 

DING DING DING

This one started fast as the two big men rushed into each other with a shoulder block before beginning to trade back and forth punches and forearms. Alex smartly decided to wait for the men to wear each other out. Samuel and Dantalion repeatedly clothesline each other, but neither man would fall. While they brawled, Alex rolled out of the ring and got a chair. She re-entered the ring and smashed it into Dantalion's back. Dantalion would stumbled forward as Samuel fired another clothesline, and that one put him down. Samuel turned his attention to Alex but ate a chair-shot to the face. Alex fired another two into Samuel's face and he fell to his knees. Alex fed him a knee between his eyes and attempted a cover. Animal kicked out at 2. 

Duggan: And the first near fall of the match goes to Bullet.

Loydson: What a glorious win that would have been.

Martinez: Bullet's chance to put this away might be gone. The Animal is back up.

Duggan: Here we go.

Just as they said, Dantalion was back up and he was laying into The Bullet. There was a suplex, a back body drop, a choke. But Samuel got up and smashed Dantalion with a spear. Samuel attempted a pin but Dantalion kicked out with authority. Samuel pulled Dantalion up and slammed him down with a powerbomb. Samuel then ate an elbow smash from Bullet. Bullet went for a second but Samuel grabbed her arm and Irish-Whipped her over the top rope, sending her crumbling to the padded concrete! Samuel turned back towards Dantalion but it would be too late. Dantalion hoisted him up with one arm and slammed him down with a choke-slam. Dantalion left his hand on Samuel's throat for good measure. One... Two... Three. 

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall, DANTALION!!

Duggan: Big win for Dantalion there.

Loydson: Bullet was robbed!

Martinez: The big man made a big statement there.

Duggan: And now we...

Back in the ring Dantalion has began throwing the various refs around! There's a choke-slam! Tanja Devereaux comes out running down the ramp and rolls right into the ring to face him. Dantalion gives out a laugh and leaves while Tanja checks the refs. On the outside Bullet is heading back to her locker room while medical personnel flood in to check The Animal and the various refs. 

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[FN'R]

MATCH #4
ACE KING Vs JUSTIN PAIRD
(25 Minute Single Match)
(Ref: Pierce Patterson)

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Duggan: And we are back! We're about to see, for the first time ever on Rampage, "Blessed" Justin Paird go one-on-one with our very own Ace King! This should definitely be an interesting match-up in its own rights.

Loydson: Ehh. Maybe for you two, this'll be interesting. All I'm pretty sure we'll see is some rookie to the green brand get his ass handed to him by a former champion.

Martinez: Or maybe not. It's true that Ace is no longer holding gold, but it's exactly because of what you just said that watching Justin fight could be intriguing. He's a wild card, and against someone like The Gambler? This fight may be more intriguing than you're giving it credit for.

Duggan: Well, we're about to find out which of you is right. Here we go!

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

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

Chriqui: Making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 221 pounds... He is THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!

There's a huge explosion as the guitar kicks in, and the crowd roars as a slightly frail-looking Ace King emerges through the smoke of the pyro and into the spotlights, not registering the ovation the way he did before. 'The Gambler' stays for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and walking to the ring, his eyes locked on the ring as he's oblivious to the fans applauding him.

He stops for a couple seconds at the end of the ramp, then charges to the ring, with red 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 getting his game face on while awaiting his opponent.

Duggan: Every show, he just seems to get hungrier and hungrier. It's been a while since we've seen Ace being a hunter as opposed to a hunted, so to speak. The sight of him having to work back up the ranks again has certainly brought out a new sense of resolve and strength in him; something that many believed to be wrong.

Loydson: I suppose I can't argue too much with ya there. It is part of what helped him get the W over Reid on our premiere.

Martinez: There ya go, Loydson. Look at the bright side of this match. Focus on those and enjoy what we're about to witness tonight.

Loydson: I still stand by my earlier opinions, but fine. Point made.

As "Get Up" by Shinedown starts to play, Justin Paird rolls out onto the ramp in a wheelchair. He rolls down the ramp toward the ring, stopping once he's just outside it. He gets up out of the wheelchair and hobbles closer to the ring. As the chorus to his theme song hits ("Get up, get up!") Justin jumps up on the ring apron like he has two perfectly normal legs. The fans cheer for him as he tries his best to get them pumped up for the match about to happen.

Chrqui: His opponent, standing at a full height of six foot three .... from Burlington, Vermont, weighing in at 230 pounds... "The Blessed" ... JUSTIN PAIRD!


Justin continues to pump himself up as he waits for the bell.

DING DING DING

The two start the fight off by giving one another a respectful nod. But after that, they immediately charge for one another. With each having something to prove, neither Ace nor Justin waste much, if any, time in showing the EWC audience just what they're capable of achieving.

Ace lands a very up close Clothesline that damn well looks like it dazes Justin! But he doesn't stay down! The Gambler nods, seeming impressed as "Blessed" Justin stands back up rather quickly despite his handicap.

The two begin to circle around one another before darting forward.

It takes all of his strength, but Justin hoists Ace King up into an impressive Fireman's Carry! The Gambler tries to fight out, but he keeps him held up for at least ten more seconds ... before slamming him hard down onto the mat, causing the entire ring to shudder!

The crowd cheers, seeming to love the displays of physical prowess from both wrestlers!

Duggan: Has anyone handled Ace King like that before? If so, it's been a loooong while.

Loydson: Damn. Fine, fine. Ya'll sold me. Thank Christ I didn't bet any money. At least I don't owe either of you a single penny.

Martinez: Admit it, Loydson. You're having fun watching this, aren't you.

Loydson: ... And if I am? What of it?

Duggan merely shakes his head as the match continues. Sure enough, Paird continues to show that despite going toe-to-toe with Ace King, he's not backing down from this fight. At one point, he gets Ace in a German Suplex almost immediately after having executed an equally impressive Belly-To-Belly Suplex against The Gambler!

Justin tries to take advantage of Ace looking too dizzy and dazed to see what's coming and locks a Crippler Crossface in!

If Ace had been either stunned or still reeling, now he's very awake and aware of what's happening. His quick instincts help him realize the danger he's in as he runs backwards, managing to find the closest turnbuckle, although in a slightly clumsy manner.

He slams Justin against the post, using all of his strength to force the hold to weaken just enough for King to slip out!

The Gambler gracefully pivots around and takes his turn to use all of the advantages laid out in front of him. He grabs Justin, slamming both of his knees up into Paird's face! High Roller (Codebreaker)!

Ace goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!

Duggan: And Ace keeps his momentum! With only about a month until Stranglemania approaches, I can't help but wonder what the future will hold for The Gambler as well as "Blessed" Justin Paird.

Loydson: Meh. Justin may have put up a fight, but the kid still didn't stand a chance. It wasn't as bad of a beating as I expected, but it was the same outcome I expected. Few people can truly stand up to The Gambler and push him to his limits.

Martinez: Even still, that's not to say Duggan's wrong. After all, Justin's only just started carving his own path into the EWC. Better late than never, yeah?

Grizzly Duggan: Grats again on the win Ace... Hold up, I’m being told there’s an altercation going on backstage right now...can we get a camera back there?

The feed cuts backstage to a hallway where Phoenix Winterborn and Iggy Swango are in each others’ faces, yelling back and forth at each other before Phoenix pushes Iggy back out of his face. Iggy answers back with a jumping forearm into Phoenix’s face, sending him back against the wall, and brawl was on. Fists and forearms were flying, as Phoenix and Iggy were pushing and shoving each other down the hallway. Iggy slips out of the way, and throws a drop toehold onto Phoenix, sending him crashing into a production box before jumping on top with a series of punches. Phoenix is able to push her off onto the top of the aforementioned box. After a few clubbing forearms to Iggy's stomach, Phoenix tries to walk off, but Swango is quickly back on her feet, giving chase as she removes her half of the Tag Team championships, clubbing Winterborn in the back with it, forcing him to crumple to the ground. Looking around, she spies a bottle of champagne in one of the side offices. She runs inside to grab it, looking back out at Phoenix, who was just coming to as he gripped his back. Before he has a chance to get back to his feet, Iggy runs up and smashes the bottle across the back of Phoenix's head, sending glass flying everywhere and Phoenix into a heap on the floor. Security and medics rush in to pull Iggy away, and to check on Phoenix, who is clutching the back of his head. Iggy walks away, looking at her hand. It was covered in champagne, but she opted to wipe her hand on her pants.

Iggy Swango: I’m still sober...bitch.

---

[FN'R]

We open up Backstage, where we see Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton watching the matches continue to play out. A stoic, yet pensive, look is on her face. Beside Sam is her husband and manager, Joseph "Orion" Hunter. He easily notices the expressions on his wife's face.

But before he can ask what exactly is on her mind, a knock from outside Sam's locker room causes them both to look over.

Brian Spade: Titaness? Mind sharing a few more words, particularly regarding tonight's ladder match?

Samantha chuckles softly as she looks up to her husband and gives him a quiet nod. Even without speaking out loud, Joseph knows what his spouse really wants. He walks over, opens the door for Sam, and allows Brian to walk inside.

Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Just remember, you said the keyword again like you did before; a few. Lemme guess ... how am I feeling, right?

Brian merely nods.

Sam exhales, leaning back slightly in her chair as she takes a few moments to think about her response. When it comes to her, she slowly nods, straightens her posture, and finally speaks up.

Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Truthfully? I'd have to agree with NSFW's latest Fighter Talk post. They probably worded it best; guaranteeing victory isn't wise. That being said?

Her head moves from side to side.

Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: I know for damn sure that NEZUMI has never gone against anyone quite like me. He's famished too, huh? Well, congrats to him. We're even in that regard. Because I am too.

A chuckle accompanies her head moving from side to side as she continues.

Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: He wants to try to break me? He can sure as hell go for it. But even during my most violent moments and matches here ... I'd like to think it's become painfully obvious that it's much easier said than done to remove me from the equation, so to speak. I only brought the coma up in my promo, but there were tons of other past events he could have used ... but he didn't.

As far as I'm concerned? He doesn't truly understand to the full extents whom he's about to face. No matter the outcome of this match, he's gonna have a fight he'll never forget. He'll have wounds and scars that will help him remember even if his mind tries to forget. He doesn't have to be afraid of me ... fuck, that's not even my gimmick.

For that matter, I don't have one.

Sam smirks knowingly.

Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: He brought up so much about me ... too bad it was the old me. If he really wants to think I have done nothing to improve myself? That will be a definite display he'll also get, as well as seeing how dangerous I am in singles fights.

I have worked my ass off. I may not post it all the damn time in my Fighter Talk thread or social media account, but that's simply because it's one of those things not everyone needs to know. Furthermore, considering all that's on the line tonight?

Samantha's eyebrows narrow.

Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: He'll know that when all is said and done ... I'm not here to fuck around. Before 2020 ends, I feel very confident I will have held gold at least once here. It may not from Scorpio ... or maybe it will be from him. Whomever I conquer ... I will shut up naysayers like NEZUMI and everyone else who thinks I'm wasting my time and effort here.

Now, if you don't mind ....

Brian looks ready to protest, but Orion shakes his head no.

Joseph "Orion" Hunter: If you wouldn't mind? Sam does need to get ready, and that requires being able to walk down the ramp when the main event rolls around rather than being distracted or asked tons of questions.

Brian lets out an irritated huff, but doesn't argue. He offers the couple a polite bow of his head, then leaves.

Joseph sits beside Sam, intertwining his fingers with hers. They lean forward to share a quick but passionate kiss ...

The camera jumps too...

MATCH #5
GABRIELLE VISCONTY Vs KENDRICK KROSS Vs SCORPIO
(30 Minute Singles Match)
(Ref: Pierce Patterson)

The lights in the arena slowly flicker and dim as the opening sounds of “Non-Entity” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play. Fog billows out of the entranceway as Gabrielle slowly emerges from the fog on the entrance ramp and walks down the ramp, her eyes fixed on the floor of the arena. She reaches ringside to stop and stare out at the crowd with a blank expression before sliding under the bottom rope.

Chriqui: Introducing first...from Indianapolis, Indiana...weighing in tonight at a 116 pounds…”Gabi Vee”...GABRIELLE VISCONTY!

The slow picking part of So Cold plays as the lights flash white site with each pick. As the first two words of the lyrics 'Crowded Streets' start, the white spotlight shines down on Kendrick who is standing there with his black jeans and black and white Kross T-Shirt and a leather jacket. Kendrick walks down, the spotlight gone with the arena lights red and others flashing silver.

Chriqui: From Chelsea London, weighing at 215 Pounds...Kendrick KROSS!

Kendrick slowly continues his descent 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.

'Iconic' - Madonna feat. Chance The Rapper 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. In Crème’s hands the EWC United States Championship.

Chriqui: Please welcome, from London, England, weighing in at 205 lbs... he is your EWC United States Champion...'The S-Factor'... 'The People's Camp'... Scorpio!

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 Crème 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. Crème hands Scorpio his US Title, which he then kisses and holds high in the air.

DING DING DING

When the match bell fades, Visconty and Kross gives each other looks. They’re at first neutral, but slowly begin to crack into smirks. They turn their attention to the United States Champion, who at first, seems his usual arrogant self. It isn’t until he realizes that what the smirks meant that the visage shifts. He puts up an accusatory finger to both, telling them that they shouldn’t do what they were planning on doing. Kross makes the first move forward, but then Visconty reaches out and grabs him and tries to throw him out the ring. Soon enough, she’s reversed by her intended target and finds herself on the outside. Kross doesn’t get the chance to return to Scorpio before he gets hit with a dropkick that sends him right after Visconty. Scorpio, the lone man standing, cackles and parades around the ring. When his two opponents get up, Scorpio looks as if he’s going to fly over the rope onto them. He rebounds off the opposing ropes, but stops midway, telling them that it’s not worth it. The crowd sharply pans his decision, which only invites him to laugh harder.

Loydson: That’s right. You don’t need to do anything for these sycophants.

Martinez: Except compete? I thought you hated him from what happened to Melody.

Loydson: I can’t help but cheer for the lunatic. Especially over these other two.

Duggan: Regardless, Scorpio is already trying to ramp up the mindgames.

Kross attempts to get into the ring, but Visconty grabs onto his leg and sweeps him down to the ring apron. She darts in and makes a mad dash for Scorpio. The People’s Camp takes a few steps back, letting her pick up steam. When she draws close, Scorpio tries to pull the rope down on her. She does indeed fling over the ropes, but she stabilizes herself on the ring apron. Scorpio spots Kross getting back to the ring apron and disallows himself to see Visconty coming down with a Springboard Clothesline. When she rolls to her feet, she gets grabbed by Kross. He gets a little bit of vengeance by throwing her headfirst into the turnbuckle. While Visconty is dazed, Kross sees a chance to hit a high kick from the apron. He positions himself for a springboard maneuver of his own. Kross leaps into the ring and springboards for a moonsault, but instead of landing on Visconty, he lands on the recovering Scorpio. He goes for the cover!

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT BY SCORPIO!

Martinez: What a maneuver by Kross—

Loydson: But it sure as hell isn’t enough!

Kross eyes the referee and averts his attention to the now standing Visconty. He goes over to catch her before she fully recovers but gets greeted with a back elbow. She then goes lower with a back-heel kick to the gut. Kross doubles over and Visconty sees her chance to fly again. She leaps off the ropes and connects with a Springboard Elbow Smash. Kross begins to get up again and Visconty follows up with a Reverse Frankensteiner attempt. However, the United States Champion is back on his feet. He connects with a superkick to the back of Kross’s head. When he falls forward, Visconty loses her balance and hits the mat. She scrambles to her feet only to receive a stiff roundhouse kick to the side of the head.

Martinez: What a chain reaction there.

Duggan: Yeah, that was some expert foresight from the United States Champion.

Loydson: Of course, it was expert, he’s the future Undisputed Champion.

She crumbles and Scorpio goes for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT BY VISCONTY!

Scorpio eyes Kross and pulls him over for a cover.

ONE…

KICKOUT BY KROSS!

In retaliation, Scorpio smacks Kross and groans.

Loydson: Yeah, smack him again, Champ!

Duggan: It seemed to be out of frustration than general spite, Phillip.

Yet, when Scorpio tries to move, Kross snaps awake and grabs onto Scorpio’s arm. Soon enough, Kross pulls the champion down into a cross arm breaker. Scorpio begins to try to pry his way out of the move, but the unexpectedness of the move keeps him from doing so.

Martinez: That smack must have woken up something in Kross!

Kross, realizing that it was only a matter of time before Visconty got up, breaks the hold. But he’s in an advantageous position. He pulls Scorpio up and hurls him into the ropes. He takes his time to hang the champion before dropping him onto the mat with a Spike DDT. He sees a chance and ascends the top rope, looking to set up for Post Mortem. When he flies off, he connects with the double stomp to the back of the champion’s head.

Scorpio slides underneath the bottom rope out of Kross’s grip, a stroke of bad luck. Kross weaves his fingers in his hair, seeing that his chance to win had slipped away. Frantically, in a moment of annoyance, he turns around recklessly. The beginning of his search for Visconty ends as quickly as it starts. Visconty comes down onto him with Wrath (Springboard Corkscrew Heel Kick)! As soon as Kross collapses, Visconty reaches the top rope. A move she has practiced thousands of times results in a quick but perfect execution. The Falling (720 Corkscrew Shooting Star Press) connects! She hooks the leg.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chirqui: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pinfall…Gabrielle Visconty!

Loydson: Whooooo, thank god it wasn’t Scorpio!

Duggan: I say it was a stroke of bad luck for Kross that Scorpio slipped away.

Martinez: And Visconty was there to capitalize on his frustration.

Duggan: Either way, Visconty walks out the winner in this huge matchup.  We'll be back. 

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[FN'R]

Friday Night Rampage returns from commercial, and the feed immediately cuts backstage to an office featuring three chairs, one facing and the other two have their backs turned. One of those chairs is already occupied, and the crowd cheers when they see it’s Ace King; he’s still in his ring gear, though he looks somewhat confused and nervous. His eyes are closed as he tries to calm himself down, but his thoughts are interrupted by the click of the door opening behind him. Ace cranes his head around, only to raise his guard a bit once he sees X-Division Champion Xavier Reid standing in the doorway.

Reid: Oh, you have to be joking…

Xavier takes a few steps in and looks at Ace

Reid: What are you doing here? I was told to meet Delaney in this room…

Xavier looks at his watch

Reid: Right now…

Ace: That’s who sent the message? I seriously had no idea.

‘The Gambler’ still looks genuinely confused as he locks eyes with the X-Division Champion, no hint of malice in his body language. Then, a small smile crosses Ace’s face.

Ace: ...but I suppose it beats another note from Chico, right?

Ace keeps his eyes on Reid, wondering if his attempt at a joke resonated; Reid’s stone-faced expression suggests it hasn’t, at all.

Reid: Cute, I’m sure had he stuck around WrestleFest he would have taken you and El Pablo out for a bite to eat, maybe soften the blow of losing that US Championship to Scorpio…

Xavier looks back at Ace, hoping his dig cut deep.

Reid: Now, seriously what the hell is going on here? I was called Thursday night and told I needed to be at Rampage tonight, I sure as hell hope it wasn’t to hang out in this room with you…

‘The Gambler’ flicks up an eyebrow following the WrestleFest dig, only exhaling heavily in response.

Ace: At least you had a night to think about it… I only found out about this earlier tonight, and I only found out it was Delaney when you said so, so I’m just as confused as you.

Ace’s expression indicates sincerity as he keeps his eyes on Reid; the silence in the room ratchets up the tension for a few seconds.

Reid: So…

Xavier takes a few steps towards Ace but quickly heads to one of the empty chairs and takes a seat

Reid: How’s married life treating you Ace? I would have sent you a wedding gift but what do you get the guy who has everything?

Xavier smirks as he watches Ace, who narrows his eyes a bit. However, before he can respond, Rampage General Manager A.C. Delaney comes through the door.

Delaney: Gentlemen, thank you for coming.

She walks around to the other side of the table, her gaze going from one man to the other as she takes her seat.

Delaney: Now, I assume you would both like to know why I called you both here this evening.

Both Ace and Xavier nod as their eyes are locked on Delaney.

Delaney: As you both know StrangleMania is 28 days away and Jim Connors and I have been busy in close door meetings, trying to put together the card and when we came to the X-Division Championship I had a nice little idea…

Xavier leans forward a bit, while Ace is still leaning back.

Delaney: Jim had his ideas for who should challenge you Xavier but the people he had in mind didn’t have the one thing I was looking for...a win over you in a X-Division match and lucky for me I have someone on my roster who has just that…

Xavier looks over at Ace, and AC smiles.

Delaney: Ace here has a win over you Xavier and thus deserves a championship match, so at StrangleMania it will be Ace King challenging for the X-Division Championship against Xavier Reid...now Jim and I both agreed that you Xavier, would be allowed to name the stipulation for the match, you being the champion and all, which reminds me, will you have that championship back by StrangleMania or should I send someone to get it back for all of us?

Xavier smirks at Delaney, who just smiles.

Reid: I’ll have it back by the end of Brawl, don’t you worry about that…

Delaney: Good, one less thing to worry about, now then, take a moment Xavier to think about what type of match you would like to have at…

But before she can finish Xavier gets to his feet

Reid: You want to make this match, all the power to you Delaney, Ace here has a legit claim to my championship, so I’m game, we can roll this one back on the biggest night for EWC, StrangleMania, draw up the paperwork and bring it to Brawl this Monday night, I’ll sign it and have your stipulation for you then...Ace…

Xavier looks over at Ace King who slowly gets to his feet.

Reid: I’ll see you at Brawl.

Ace simply nods at Reid as he exits the room, leaving him alone with Delaney. After a few seconds, ‘The Gambler’ offers a nod in her direction as well before taking his leave. The camera follows him down the hallway, where he suddenly freezes in place. After a few seconds, he puts his back against the wall and slides down to the floor; eventually, the Rampage production crew member from earlier in the night comes around the corner and sees him, then rushes toward him.

Production Crew Member: Ace, you good?

‘The Gambler’ turns his attention to the production crew member, his eyes somewhat glazed over.

Ace: W-what? ...Oh, yeah, yeah. I’m fine.

‘The Gambler’ pushes himself off the floor with his hands, and the production crew member helps him get his balance back, taking him around the corner toward the medical room as the feed cuts to...

NEZUMI Vs THE TITANESS
(No Time Limit Ladder Match For United States Championship #1 Contendership)
(Ref: Toyo Yasahiro)

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Duggan: Main event time! NEZUMI Vs Hamilton, ladder match!.

Loydson: Samantha! Woo!

Martinez: So much for unbiased journalism.

Duggan: That was out while ago.

Chriqui: The following ladder match is scheduled to end via retrieval. Introducing first, from Shinsekai, Osaka, Japan, weighing in at 201 pounds... The Rat King NEZUMI!

"Anjelier" by MUCC starts up, smashing the arena with the hypnotic percussion and flair. Cascading on beat with reds and whites, the ambience offers the perfect stage for NEZUMI to make his entrance. Stepping from behind the curtain, NEZUMI greets the audience with faux adoration. He blows a few kisses to the cameraman and those at home before settling on the stage. The Rat King rocks to his theme as it hits its stride, and while he does, he waits for the call.

NEZUMI starts his trek down the ramp, letting his limbs fly free, captivated by the tune ushering him in. He stops on the ramp and beckons for the cameraman to get closer. Obliging his request, the camera operator is unsuspecting to NEZUMI's sudden lashing out. He grabs the camera delicately but drags it close to his face, giving it a kiss, leaving a lipstick stain. He cackles at the urgency to remove it before returning his focus to the ring.

The bizarre hedonist looks at the ring steps, disregards them, and slides under the ropes. As the chorus of Anjelier flares again, NEZUMI arches his back into the ring mat. He sprawls out, massaging it before getting to his feet with a strangely seductive essence. After licking his lips, NEZUMI drags a thumb absently against them as he settles in his corner. Eyeing nothing but the ring, he waits for the eventual match-starting bell.

Duggan: NEZUMI makes his way to the ring for his biggest match to date.

Loydson: Date? Me and Sam? Sure!

Martinez: Anyone got anti-horny tabs?

Duggan: Hahahaha.

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

This one starts off fast as Samantha rockets over the rope and immediately gets a ladder. NEZUMI exits the other side and retrieves a steel chain from under the ring. Samantha slides her ladder into the ring and rolls in the same time NEZUMI does. NEZUMI swings the chain but Samantha ducks it and rolls forwards to leap up into an elbow uppercut, but NEZUMI dodges it and has the chain wrapped around Sam's throat! Sam fights back and headbutts NEZUMI in the nose until he releases the chain. She turns to punch him but he kicks off the middle rope and brings Sam into a sunset bomb right onto her ladder! Sam is in agony as she gasps for air. NEZUMI pulls Sam up and sends her into the ropes, on the rebound NEZUMI spins into a heel kick that damn near clotheslines her.. But Sam stays on her feet! NEZUMI leaps into a enziguri, but Sam ducks it! NEZUMI gets to his feet, his back turned to Sam who leaps into a double knee back breaker! But Sam's own back is still hurting from the ladder spot and she winces in pain. NEZUMI gets back up to his feet, holding his back and laughing while he sets up the ladder.

Duggan: NEZUMI has found the opening he needs to win this.

Loydson: SAM GET UP!.

Martinez: I highly doubt Sam is out of this one.

Duggan: Probably not.

NEZUMI is up the ladder, reaching for the briefcase when a hand grabs his ankle. NEZUMI looks down just as Sam yanks him down and sends her knee into his chin with a modified GTS! NEZUMI hits the canvas like a bag of bricks! Sam drags him up and sends him face first into the ladder repeatedly before her back gives out, dropping her to a knee. NEZUMI is quickly to his feet as he pops Sam up and then slams her into the corner with a BUCKLEBOMB!!! Both hit the canvas. 

Duggan: Sam's back is going through an ass of torture right now, while NEZUMI probably has a concussion. These two are putting it all on the line here tonight. 

Loydson: Should I go check her?

Martinez: I'm sure she would kill you even if her back was broken. 

NEZUMI pulls himself up using the ladder while Sam does the same with the ropes. NEZUMI rushes Sam and leaps into another enzuigiri, connecting with the back of her head! Sam goes over the top rope and lands in a seated position on the apron. NEZUMI takes a few steps back and then goes for the dropkick but Sam moves and NEZUMI goes in-between the ropes and crashes hard to the ground! Sam scoots off the apron and drops an elbow on the back of NEZUMI's head. before raining down more and more elbow strikes. 

Duggan: This could be the opening Sam need's!

Samantha goes to re-enter the ring when suddenly a beef flies from the front row and catches her in the face. She stumbles around blind and slips over the puddle and hits her head on the side of the apron! She might be out! NEZUMI gets to a knee and catches Sam as she is falling to pull himself up. He shoves her back into the apron and lets her fall into the puddle of beer while rolling into the ring. He turns back to see security dragging away a man in a NEZUMI shirt. NEZUMI shrugs and makes his way to the ladder. One foot after another, he is at the top. He has the briefcase! 

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via retrieval... NEZUMI!

Duggan: NEZUMI has done it! He's going to StrangleMania! But let it be known, that fan played a big part.

Loydson: I'LL KILL HIM!

Martinez: The ShieldMaidens might beat you to it.

Duggan: One has to assume Hamilton is going to be discouraged after coming so close in 2 #1 contendership matches, but I truly believe the year is bright for that young lady. 

Martinez: I have to agree Duggan. But for now, NEZUMI stands tall. 

As NEZUMI admires his briefcase in the ring the lights suddenly change to red, white, and blue. NEZUMI stares down the ramp as ‘Hail To The Chief’ blasts over the speakers, and Crème de la Crème steps out in a glittering red, white, and blue gown. She smiles widely as the raises her microphone, and NEZUMI shakes his head…

Crème de la Crème: Please welcome, the Unofficial 46th President of The United States, The Rampage Commander-In-Chief, The S-Factor, AND THE REIGNING UNITED STATES CHAMPION…. SCOOOOOOORRRRPIOOOOO!

‘Hail To The Chief’ swells even louder as Scorpio steps out behind his manager with the United States Championship raised above his head. The crowd boo loudly as ‘The S-Factor’ sneers at them and settles the title on his shoulder. In the ring NEZUMI grips onto the ropes and fixes Scorpio’s gaze.

Scorpio: Oh shut the hell up people; Milwaukee is a pointless place as it is, you should all be grateful to have the Rampage Commander-In-Chief make a second appearance out here in front of you all. Now… NEZUMI… I suppose congratulations are in order, you climbed that ladder, you took down that contract, and now on the 30th March you’ll get to experience how hard I’ll bury a Louboutin heel down your throat to keep hold of the United States Championship…

The fans boo again as NEZUMI calls for a microphone, however Scorpio continues ranting before they can start speaking.

Scorpio: You see week after week, month after month, I was ignored and downtrodden and broken by the status quo of the EWC. I was fed to the likes of Cyrus Black and Ace King, the deck stacked against me. I was an outsider and the higher-ups hated any success I had – AND THEN ONE DAY I REFUSED TO BE THEIR PUNCHING BAG! One day I fought back, one day I told them where to go, and I ended the biggest legacy this federation has ever seen. At Stranglemania you might have your first shot at the United States Championship, you might see this as some incredible opportunity, you might go to sleep at night dreaming of holding this title… let me tell you bitch… this title isn’t going anywhere…

Again NEZUMI goes to speak, and Scorpio shouts over the top.

Scorpio: YOU THINK ACE KING’S REIGN WAS IMPRESSIVE, JUST YOU FUCKING WAIT FOR MINE BABY!!!

Duggan: Apologies folks, our censor was a little slow on that one… he should know better, Scorpio’s got one of the foulest mouths in the business!

Scorpio: And once I’ve put you down, once I’ve left my first challenger little more than a broken shell in the middle of this ring, I’ll be moving onto the next one. The next challenger. The next main event. The next… championship… eh, Melody?

He winks to the camera before throwing the microphone aside and ‘Iconic’ by Madonna hits the speakers. He raises the United States Championship and flips NEZUMI the middle finger, before he and Crème spin on their high-heeled shoes and strut to the back. NEZUMI looks confused and smiles. On the outside Samantha Hamilton gets to her feet, her back is killing her. The crowd cheer the fallen Maiden as she limps to the back, fury in her eyes…

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The gorilla-style handheld shot made the scene a bit shaky.  From a distance we watch Mercenary and Dalilah deeply involved in conversation. Mercenary looked around their surroundings several times to make certain that there were no threats waiting in the shadows. Despite his caution he somehow missed the man in the mask. Throwing Dalilah’s bag in the back of the SUV Merc piled into the driver’s seat and adjusted the music before he pulled the truck into the exit lane and drove out with an obnoxious screech of the tires.


From the unlit corner of the parking garage eyes stared across the space. The shrouded voyeur skulked from the murk of his hiding spot and turned to make his way out of the arena. He walked directly into the trajectory of a stiff right cross. He hit the ground hard and was dazed to near unconsciousness from the blow. Through blurry sight he looked up when he felt a hand grab the front of his jacket and haul him partially off the ground. When the tears cleared his vision he found himself staring into a horrific real life version of the false face that he was wearing to hide his own. Stitches rolled his head to the side and licked at his dry lips. His dull green hair hung limply in his face. He shook his head in a mockery of disappointment. His voice was the rattle of a dying man.

Stitches: Don’t you know that identity theft is a cowards crime? You should never rub another man’s rhubarb.

The Carnival Clown stomped the masked man back to the ground. He doubled over and growled in his face.

Stitches: Especially when you don’t understand that man at all.

With another kick to keep the other man down Stitches smoothed his hair back out of his eyes and nonchalantly stepped over the prone figure, strolling away without a care in his heart as a black screen showed the final credits of the show.

[FN'R]

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END SCREEN

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Phoenix Winterborn/Iggy Swango
Ace King
NEZUMI
Ace King/Xavier Reid
Scorpio
Samantah "Titaness" Hamilton
Mercenary/Stitches
Melody Malone
NSFW

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Bishop Church

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Melody Malone

MATCH THREE
WRITER: FNR

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Samantha Hamilton

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: NEZUMI

MATCH SIX | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: FNR


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RECAP OF WINNERS

Tag Team Mach
DAMAGE INC Vs NSFW
WINNER(S): NSFW
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Tag Team Match (NON TITLE)
S.T. Vs AMERICA'S MOST HATED
WINNER(S): America's Most Hated

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Triple Threat match
THE ANIMAL SAMUEL MCPHERSON Vs ALEX THE BULLET CARBAJAL Vs DANTALION
WINNER(S): Dantalion Pin Samuel

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Singles Match
ACE KING Vs JUSTIN PAIRD
WINNER(S): Ace King

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Triple Threat (NON TITLE)
GABRIELLE VISCONTY Vs KENDRICK KROSS Vs SCORPIO
WINNER(S): Gabrielle Visconty Pin Kross

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Ladder Match For United States #1 Contendership
NEZUMI Vs SAMANTHA THE TITANESS HAMILTON
WINNER(S): AND NEW UNITED STATES #1 CONTENDER Nezumi

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: ACE KING
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: ACE KING VS JUSTIN PAIRD

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