FN'R #466 - Atlanta, Georgia

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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...

»»StrangleMania Fallout!!!««

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EPISODE 466
APRIL 10TH 2020

LIVE! From The State Farm Arena Atlanta, Georgia

EWC RAMPAGE
4.10.2020
Live From The State Farm Arena Atlanta, Georgia
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.

{RAMPAGE RULES!}

{JFS SUCC!}

{RULE #1}

{DREAM SOUND REVOLUTION ARE AMAZING}

{LUKE WOLFE!!!}

{THE GUY BEHIND ME CAN'T SEE}

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 Ace King with his X-Division Championship, then over to Melody and Iggy with their Tag Team Championships held high .. finally a shot of Scorpio holding both of his titles high. Scorpio smirks as a round of pyro is fired off.



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

Duggan: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to a massive Friday Night Rampage. I am Grizzly Duggan, joined as always by Phil Loydson and Omar Martinez. Gentlemen, what a show we have planned. 

Loydson: It certain...

DUM DUM DEE DUM DUM-DEE-DUM-DEE-DUM-DEE-DUM

“Hail To The Chief” blasts over the speakers and the Atlanta crowd immediately start booing as loudly as they can, knowing full well who’s about to come out. The stage is lit up in red, white, and blue as a number of US Marines in ceremonial uniform step out from the back. They line the stage and ramp standing to attention as the POTUS’ music keeps playing, and finally Crème de la Crème is brought out in a wheelchair by another Marine.

Duggan: This is a whole new level of disrespect by this regime; they can’t even let the Rampage introductions finish without making it all about them?!

Loydson: Oh shut your mouth Grizzly, Scorpio may have hurt my beloved Malone but poor Crème there was brutally kicked off the cell! She’s wheelchair-bound! Have a heart!

Martinez: I just hope she’s not here to sign us the national anthem again…

Crème blows kisses to the crowd as they boo her louder than ever and the grin on her heavily made-up face widens. She gestures to the stunning scarlet gown she’s wearing before she raises the microphone in her hand and “Hail To The Chief” fades down.

Crème de la Crème: Ladies, gentlemen, and every other gender identity… at Stranglemania history was made… at Stranglemania the wrongs of the Extreme Wrestling Corporation were finally put right… AT STRANGLEMANIA A TRUE CHAMPION WAS CROWNED!

One fan tries to launch their left-over popcorn at Crème and one of the Marines along the ramp quickly blocks the Fabulous Vice President with their body, before security wade through the crowd to escort the fan out. The boos continue.

Crème de la Crème: Please be upstanding in welcoming… the Baddest Bitch on The Planet… The People’s Camp… The Rampage Commander-In-Chief… The 46th President of The United States… THE S-FACTOR… THE EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION… AND… THE NEEEEEEW EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION… SCOOOORPIIIIIOOOOO!!!

“Iconic” blasts over the speakers as the lights cut out and Crème is wheeled down the ramp. A spotlight appears on the stage and a Louboutin heel steps into it, immediately generating arena-shaking levels of boos and jeers. Scorpio steps fully into the light and throws back his Union Jack/Star-Spangled Banner coat to reveal both the US Championship and the Undisputed Championship stacked on top of each other around his waist. He unclips them both and raises them triumphantly above his head, before strutting down the ramp to the ring. The US Marines fall in around him as a guard, before two of them go ahead to open the ropes for him. Scorpio takes the microphone from Crème and blows her a kiss before he climbs the steps and goes between the ropes into the ring.

Duggan: Folks I don’t think I’ve heard an EWC crowd booing quite as loudly as this one…

Martinez: The S-Factor has spent the past eight months denouncing everything the EWC is, making all sorts of wild claims of bias and prejudice, he hired an army of lawyers to try and sue the Undisputed Championship shot out of the company, he cheated his way to ending Ace King’s legendary reign, and now he’s claimed the top prize in all of wrestling. I think those boos are justified!

Loydson: I think this crowd are all just… as Scorpio would put it… jealous bitches!

Scorpio delights in showing off his dual championships to every corner of the crowd, bowing to them like an actor getting a standing ovation at the end of the night. A chant of “YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE! *clap clap clap-clap-clap*” breaks out and Scorpio’s façade cracks with a scowl, before he composes himself. He raies the microphone as his music fades out.

Scorpio: Darlings, I did tell you this was Scorpio Season…

As if it was even possible the boos get louder. The S-Factor smirks as he begins to pace the ring, gently rubbing the Undisputed Championship on his left shoulder.

Scorpio: And yet you and the powers-that-be in the EWC all doubted me, didn’t you? I was just a loudmouth delusional idiot who couldn’t hang with the best of them. WELL LOOK WHO’S YOUR UNITED STATES AND UNDISPUTED CHAMPION NOW!!! It’s not Ace King, it’s not Dominic Sanders, it’s not Melody Malone, it’s me. I am undisputed as the best wrestler in the world right now and there’s not a thing any of you can do about it. For too long the status quo passed these titles between themselves, for too long the same old faces were at the top of this company kicking down anyone who tried to climb the ladder after them. Well they are dead and buried. They are beaten and gone. There’s a new presidency, a new regime, a new world order; I won’t be a poster child for President Mac, I won’t be the style of champion the board wants to head up their company, I won’t be here purely for merchandise sales… what I will be is the leader this place has been lusting after for years now.

He stares around the crowd as the boos continue.

Scorpio: Now while you all celebrated Malone’s reign, and while she held this title for over 100 days, she still only defended it once and promptly lost it. I am not Melody Malone; I am a fighting champion who will prove myself the greatest of all time… which is why tonight… right here… RIGHT NOW… I will make my first Undisputed Championship defence…

The crowd don’t quite know how to reply to that one as Scorpio’s smirk falls and he nods his head. From the back a referee comes running down the ramp, ready to officiant an impromptu Undisputed Championship match. He removes his flowing flag coat and passes it out to Crème de la Crème, before handing her the United States Championship as well. Holding the Undisputed Championship in his free hand Scorpio raises the microphone again.

Scorpio: I received a lot of criticism that a certain someone else shoulder have been challenging Melody at Stranglemania… a certain former champion… someone she side-lined with an injury during her vile power-grab at WrestleFest. Well, never again can you claim I am not a magnanimous and giving champion… because right here and right now I will give him the shot he's due…

Duggan: Wait… is he…?

Martinez: It can’t be…

Loydson: … surely not…?!

The S-Factor hands the Undisputed Championship to the referee as he readies himself in the middle of the ring.

Scorpio: … please welcome… FROM CARSON CITY… MY OPPONENT…

The guitar riff of ‘Like A Prayer’ blasts over the speakers and the crowd goes WILD.

Martinez: THAT’S CYRUS BLACK’S THEME TUNE!

Duggan: WE DIDN’T KNOW HOW LONG HE’D BE OUT FOR! THIS IS CRAZY!

The crowd are going absolutely insane as Cyrus Black’s entrance music plays out and his video plays on the screen. Scorpio stands resolute in the middle of the ring staring at the stage as a chant of “BLACK! BLACK! BLACK! BLACK!” and “FUCK HIM UP CYRUS, FUCK HIM UP!” explode around the arena.

Martinez: We haven’t seen Black for months and I think this EWC crowd has missed his unique style… what an unexpected opener…

Duggan: Guys… this entrance is taking a while..

The crowd continue to cheer as ‘Like A Prayer’ continues playing, however it’s been a minute or so now and there’s been no movement from behind the curtain. Slowly a sick smirk begins to develop on Scorpio’s face while the crowd’s cheers begin to die down one by one as they begin to realise quite the game that’s being played. The S-Factor stares out at the fans as they begin to boo, and the music fades out.

Scorpio: It would seem Cy is being shy… I can’t blame him, trying to take on me is impossible at the best of times, let alone straight after an injury. Still, a match is a match, and the show must go on. We’ll give you a ten-count to come out Cyrus…

He stares at Yasahiro and Chriqui before the referee sighs and leans out to the announcer, confirming the contest as he hands out the Undisputed Championship.

CYRUS BLACK Vs SCORPIO

(EWC Undisputed Championship Match)

(Ref: Toyo Yasahiro)

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Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is scheduled for one-fall and it is for the EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

Boos from the crowd as Scorpio continues to stare down the ramp.

Chriqui: Introducing first, the challenger, from Carson City, Nevada, weighing in at 230 lbs, he is the Carson City Kid… CYRUS BLACK!

More boos as the fans realise fully what stunt is being pulled.

Chriqui: And his opponent, from London, England by way of Washington DC, weighing in at 205 lbs… The Baddest Bitch On The Planet, The Rampage Commander-In-Chief, the 46th President of The United States… and the EWC United States Champion and the EWC Undisputed Champion… ‘THE S-FACTOR’ SCORPIO!

Scorpio raises a fist into the air as the heat continues, and he throws Yasahiro a side-eye until he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

The S-Factor continues staring down the ramp as the referee is forced to count. With a sigh Toyo begins to hold up his fingers, and Scorpio mouths each number as he goes.

Yasahiro: … ONE… TWO…

No movement from the stage as Scorpio has two fingers held up with glee.

Yasahiro: … THREE… FOUR…

The Undisputed Champion parades around the ring with four fingers in the air.

Yasahiro: … FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…

The crowd are booing so loudly the arena’s roof might just start to lift.

Yasahiro: … EIGHT—

“LIKE A PRAYER” BLASTS OUT AGAIN AND THE CROWD GO WILD! SCORPIO STOPS DEAD AND STARES AT THE STAGE LIKE NONE OF THIS WAS IN THE PLAN AND CRÈME SITS THERE OPEN-MOUTHED! THE FANS ARE ON THEIR FEET GOING INSANE!!!

Duggan: I DON’T THINK THE CHAMP WAS EXPECTING THAT!

Martinez: Is he really here?! Has Scorpio just played himself?!

However immediately Scorpio and Crème fall into a fit of laughter at their second stunt, and the crowd are booing again. The People’s Camp gestures at Toyo to continue the count as a few soda cups and popcorn containers come flying at ringside causing the US Marines to tighten their perimeter around the ring and intimidate some of the front-row fans.

Yasahio: … NINE…

One soda cup lands just in front of Scorpio and he has to dodge the splashes, leading to him screaming at the Marines to find whoever did it and ‘end them’.

Yasahio: … TEN!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: Here is your winner via countout, and STILL the EWC Undisputed Champion… SCORPIO!

“Iconic” blasts over the speakers again as Scorpio is handed the Undisputed Championship. He raises it above his head with a smirk on his face before his Marins separate the ropes to allow him out of the ring. He struts up the ramp with Crème being wheeled behind him, and he blows kisses to the booing fans.

Loydson: What an honourable champion we have, immediately defending the title in the opening match of Friday Night Rampage… we’re so blessed…

Martinez: Are you kidding me?! That was one of the most disgusting and disrespectful stunts I’ve ever seen. These are dark times for the EWC…

Duggan: Well folks, that was a hell of a start to the show and I’m not sure these fans are going to recover from it. And I will be the first to point out Loydson is the biggest hypocrite I know.

Martinez: I don't even know where to go from there? Our main event tonight is Luke Wolfe Vs Ace King in Wolfe's final match. 

Duggan: One of the all time greats and soon to be Hall Of Famer gets his last ride in the son against one of his greatest rivals, another all time great and future Hall Of Famer. We may have a new MOTY. The rest of the show looks just as promising folks, but I'm being told we have to cut to commercial. 

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Match #1
LOCKE Vs MILENKO Vs RAVEN
(20 Minute Triple Threat Match)
(Ref: Mike Michaelson)

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Duggan: And here we are ladies and gentlemen, the first um... official match of FN'R #466.

Loydson: That showboating bastard Scorpio should be fired.

Martinez: It was a bit much.

Duggan: But, we move on from that to Locke Vs Milenko Vs Raven!

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

The lights in the arena turn off and after a moment they turn back on. Standing in one of the corners facing the crowd is the hulking mass of humanity, Karzan Locke. He stands motionless until the match begins.

Duggan: The ever mysterious Karzan Locke.

Loydson: Who the hell is this guy?

Martinez: Karzen Locke from Prime, very intimidating to see him in person.

Duggan: That is for sure.

Chriqui: His opponent, Formerly from The Dark Carnival, weighing in at 230 pounds... MILENKO!

As the music hits the lights slowly go out. As the vocals start the lights rapidly strobe in and out as Milenko appears at various stages on the ramp and around the ring. The lights suddenly turn all the way back on to show Milenko suddenly in the ring

Duggan: Another mysterious man, in Milenko. 

Loydson: When did we let people like this on the A-Show?

Martinez: This is literally his second FN'R match Phil. 

Loydson: Whose?

Duggan: Phil, lay off the bath salts. 

Chriqui: And their opponent, from the City Of Angles... weighing in at 125 pounds... She is the Beautiful Psychopath AUTUMN RAVEN!

The tron plays a scene of the hollywood walk of fame going by slowly, the shadow of a raven seen over each and every star that’s there. As you hear the lyrics ‘Your stars burned out for good, somewhere in Hollywood’, the shadow flies into the one star without a name, writing out Autumn’s name on it, the star turning to a dingy, grungy picture with graffiti written all over it.


As the first part of the song starts up, Autumn appears from backstage, slowly walking out, coming to a stop at the top of the ramp as she surveys the crowd with a cold smirk on her face. She stands there for a minute before making her way down the ramp slowly, walking once around the ring before sliding under the bottom rope and hopping to her feet, making her way to the corner to climb to the top ringpost. She flings her arms out to the side, laughing at the crowd.

DING DING DING

Karzan would find a quick advantage in the match, and threw both his opponents around like rag-dolls. Milenko was sent backwards over the ropes via a body-kick, while Autumn was knocked backwards onto her head via a big boot. While Karzan had Raven isolated he threw her around the ring a few times, using only one hand. Karzan would pull Raven up and smash her head with a vicious chop. It was about this time Milenko re-entered the ring and attacked Karzan with his crystal skull. After a few good hits Karzan was immobilized on the canvas. Milenko turned his assault towards Autumn who was hopeless to the two head shots. Milenko attempted a pinfall, but Autumn kicked out! Milenko mounted Autumn and began to punch her in the face repeatedly. There was no hope for Autumn at this point until Karzan got back to his feet and took out Milenko with a massive big boot. 

Duggan: This match is more brutal than expected, and Autumn is yet to find any offense.

Loydson: Karzan is a beast, why is this man rotting on the indies?

Martinez: "Rotting" is a poor way to put it Phil.

Duggan: This man can dominate anywhere.

Karzan pulled Milenko to his feet, but Milenko rocked him with a European uppercut. Those two would brawl for a few minutes, giving Autumn enough time to regain some energy. Milenko stepped backwards and was rolled up by Autumn. He kicked out by Autumn was already rushing towards Karzan. Autumn ducked a chop and then leaped up into a cutter, bringing Karzan's face hitting the canvas hard with a Snapped Strings! Milenko yanked Autumn into the ropes and on the rebound she caught him with her patented Claw of the Night superkick! Milenko hit the canvas like a sack of bricks. All the pain caught up to Autumn as she too fell into a dead-weightpin. 


ONE

TWO

THREE!!! 

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... AUTUMN RAVEN!

Duggan: And with that, Autumn wins a massive triple threat match to open our show.

Loydson: Karzan was nothing but a big lunk in the end, shame.

Martinez: I bet you wouldn't tell him that to his face Phil.

Duggan: Congrats to Autumn tonight. I'm being told Bryan Spade is standing in the parking lot for an interview. We go there now.

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We're brought to the rear parking lot of the State Farm arena where Bryan Spade is standing by with a mic in hand, smile on his face, and his back to a partially-filled row of parking spots.

Bryan Spade: Welcome back to Friday Night Rampage! I've received word that our general manager - AC Delaney - is awaiting the arrival of a former EWC superstar set to sign with the brand; I'm hoping to get a wo-

Before he can finish, a four door sedan tears into the parking lot and comes to a stop just off camera after nearly clipping Bryan in the process. He manages to shake the shock off fast enough to try and redirect the camera towards the car by heading its way. Car doors coming open and being slammed shut can be heard off camera.

? ? ? ? ?: Jesus Christ, can't even get in the building. Forgot how much I hate this shit.

A gruff female voice calls out weighted with frustration. The camera's jolted and pushed aside before it can catch a full view, settling on Brian.

Bryan Spade: Can I get a moment of-

? ? ? ? ?: I don't answer questions, especially ones asked by needle-dicked pains-in-the-ass like you.

The same unseen voice cuts Bryan off, but it doesn't deter our wily backstage reporter.

Bryan Spade: Just one, it'll only be a second!

A different, more boisterous female voice interjects.

? ? ? ? ? ? ?: Yo, you fucking deaf my guy? Shake a scene you pasty bitch. Yeegee bunk-ass reporter.

The first voice snickers, then adds to the second voice's sentiments.

? ? ? ? ?: Anything I got to say, I'll go out to the ring to do it. If you and your crew here aren't gone in the next five seconds, you'll get the beating of a lifetime.

Bryan's face drops.

Bryan Spade: But...

The first voice lets out a disappointed sigh.

? ? ? ? ?: One. Two. Three...

Bryan's eyes dart from his subject to the camera, his face now alive with worry. He's getting the feeling that she probably means it.

Bryan Spade: We should go.

On his signal, the crew makes haste in their exit. He leads the charge with a brisk walk, the camera bouncing as it tries to keep pace. The shot fades to black.

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Match #2
Blessed Vs Bullet
(20 Minute Singles Match)
(Ref: Mike Michaelson)

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Duggan: And now we are onto our second match of the evening..

Chriqui: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Annie Cliffhanger, from Burlington, Vermont, weighing in at 230-pounds... "BLESSED"... JUSTIN PAAAIIIRRRD!

"Bulletproof" by Godsmack hits the P.A. system and Justin Paird appears atop the ramp. The fans cheer "Just-In, Just-In" as he makes his way toward the squared circle. Annie Cliffhanger strolls out behind him and follows him down the ramp toward the ring. Justin rolls in and rises up to even more applause as he awaits the start of the match.

Chriqui: His opponent, being accompanied to the ring by the Shieldmaidens, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 155-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.

DING DING DING

Just before the bell rang, Justin and Alex met in the middle of the ring, spoke a few words to each other, shook hands, and went back into their respective corners. And now the match is underway! Both competitors charge in to get the action rolling. They start trading blows back and forth, but Alex is quicker and she mixes her punches with a series of kicks until Justin is forced into his corner. Alex relents, taking a few steps back and shadowboxing a little more to show off her speed. Justin smirks and the two go back at it again, and again Justin is forced into his corner, but this time Alex doesn't let up. Justin does what he can to block as many of Alex's strikes as possible, but it's obviously a losing proposition for him. Desperately, Justin grabs a hold of Alex and spins her around so she's the one pressed up into the corner. She continues to spar with Justin a few moments longer, but the latter whips her across the ring to the opposing turnbuckle. Moving quicker than we've seen him move thus far in his career in the E.W.C., Justin charges at Alex, attempting a Clothesline, but Alex ducks beneath his arm and he's right back where she had him just moments ago.

The pace of the match has started to slow down, and both competitors are going back and forth trying to lock in their submission holds. Neither Alex nor Justin has yet been able to take their opponent to the mat, but not for a lack of trying. It's Justin who is finally able to overpower and take Alex down after a long series of counters. He grabs a hold of Alex's legs and looks to be going for a Texas Cloverleaf, but Alex rolls out of it. Justin doesn't let up. He stays on her as she tries to get on her feet, when suddenly she connects with a Cabacera out of nowhere! Justin drops to the mat face-up, Alex makes a cover and the referee starts to count!

.......... 1!
.......... 2!
.......... thr-- no! Paird kicks out just in the knick of time, but he's barely able to.

Alex looks to get Justin locked into the Plata O Plomo, but Paird rolls her over into a pin attempt of his own! She's able to kick out at two. Justin shuffles over to the ropes and uses them to help him get back on his feet as Alex recovers. Soon the two are trading rights and lefts again. Justin blocks several of her punches with his forearms shielding his face, and then he dives in with a double-leg takedown. Alex shoves Justin off her and the two scramble back to their feet. She continues to send a flurry of punches and kicks at Justin, many of which connect, but as she goes for another kick Justin grabs her leg. Alex hops up and down to maintain her balance, but soon Justin has her other leg and he lifts her up and slams her down to the mat HARD with a Round The World! He falls on top of Alex and hooks her leg.

.......... 1!
.......... 2!
.......... thr-- no! Alex gets a shoulder up!

Justin scrambles to an upright position. Annie Cliffhanger is shouting for him to keep on top of Alex. As both competitors get back to their feet, Alex charges at Justin. Somehow, out of nowhere, Justin uses Alex's momentum against her. The Ups and Downs! Justin successfully completes a second finisher on Alex! He has her in another pin attempt!

.......... 1!
.......... 2!
.......... 3!

He did it! Justin Paird wins the match and the fans are going crazy!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... JUSTIN PAIRD!

Duggan: Big win for Paird on the FN'R Brand.

[FN'R]

Match #3
S.T. & THE TITANESS Vs DAMAGE INC & DALILAH
(30 Minute 6-Person Tag Team match))
(Ref: Pierce Patterson)

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Duggan: And now our third match of the evening, match that is sure to be a wild six person tag team affair.

Loydson: Affair, ShieldMaidens? Yes!

Martinez: So much for unbiased journalism.

Duggan: Has Phil ever been unbiased?

Chriqui: The following 6 person tag team match is scheduled for one fall Introducing first, THE SHIELDMAIDENS

Samantha Hamilton and S.T. make their way out to the stage. They are all business. No music or anything. They get to the ring and enter in silence as they await the bell. 

Duggan: Those 3 women are all business tonight folks.

Loydson: All business or all sexy?

Martinez: Phil, I don't think you can say that on TV.

Duggan: I don't think he cares.

Chriqui: Their opponents... 

The Lights go out and spotlights hit the stage. This Is Gonna Hurt by Sixx A.M. roars through the arena. From behind the curtain Malice and Mayhem step out to stand in the furthest spot to the right and left of the entrance, leaving the middle two vacant. Coming out next Dalilah Ashe takes her place in one of the empty spots and the three wait with their arms crossed across their chests and under their chins like crossed-bones. After a moment Mercenary joins the other three, slamming his forearms across his chest with his fists tightly clenched before dropping his arms and signaling for the four to proceed. The foursome walk in lock step to the ring. Sliding under the ropes each member of the team scales a set of turnbuckles and each of them glare out at the crowd in unison. All four are dressed in black pants, boots, and leather biker jackets with the F.E.U.D. logo on the back.

Lacey Savage: Ladies and Gentlemen on behalf of myself in collaboration with the visionary nightmare Sinestro Sinister I am very proud to present: The Old School Outlaw. The Mercenary Michael Mercer. The Queen of Sorrow. The Last Temptation Dalilah Ashe. The Damage Incorporated: The Steel Destroyer Malice and The Hate Machine Mayhem. Together WE are Family. Together We are: The FEUD!

DING DING DING

Mayhem and Psycho start this one out. The bigger Mayhem was able to take control but the more agile Bullet found her opening to land some chops and tag out. Samantha Hamilton exploded in but was caught by a bicycle knee strike that turned her inside out! Mayhem landed a few kicks before tagging in Dalilah. Dalilah landed some strong knee strikes before going on a roll with several snapdragon suplexes! The last snapdragon sent Sam back into her own corner where Bandit tagged in. Dalilah and Bandit squared off but Bandit would get the edge thanks to some brutal knife edge chops. Bandit dragged Dalilah into enemy territory where Psycho tagged in. They hit a double German Suplex on Dalilah and her head smashed into the bottom turnbuckle! The Titaness tagged in and they begin to stomp a mudhole in Dalilah! Malice was getting angry in his corner, cheering Dalilah on. 

Duggan: This match has become a Shieldmaidens showcase.

Loydson: AS IT SHOULD BE.

Dalilah began to fight back, beating off the now legal Bandit enough to tag out! Malice is in! Malice hit a massive suplex on Bandit that sent her flying across the ring. The big man would then double clothesline Sam and Psycho off the apron. Malice pulled Bandit to her feet only to level her with a clothesline. He would repeat that action several times before attempting a pin and getting a two count. Samantha Hamilton rolled back into the ring and went for Malice but he caught her with a hand around the throat. Psycho came behind and drop-kicked Malice. Mayhem flipped over the ropes and laid her out with a buckshot lariat! Sam kicked Mayhem in the stomach and the set him up for the arm trapped face-buster... Wrath Of The Titans! Dalilah jumped in and floored Sam with a diamond cutter! Bandit quickly threw Dalilah out of the ring while Malice got to his feet. Bandit pulled him into the single-arm DDT... One-Armed Bandit!! She covered. 

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall, REPRESENTING THE SHIELDMAIDENS... BANDIT!!!

Duggan: Hell of a war, but in the end the Maiden's emerged victorious.

Loydson: SAMANTHA!.

Martinez: Damage Inc's momentum may have been halted here, but they are far from out of this!

Duggan: Nicely put Omar. We'll be right back. 

[FN'R]

The Mactron suddenly showed a dark room. Nondescript. The only thing in it was an office chair and a card table bearing a glass ashtray, the image of a spade on the bottom. Just one chair. And just one person sitting in it.

McGuire: How the mighty fuckin’ fall.

Mike McGuire sat almost leisurely in the chair, one leg kicked over one of the arms. A cigar was gripped between two fingers, trailing smoke into the air. They puffed on it a bit, looking to the left thoughtfully, blowing a thick plume outward, watching it rise to the ceiling. They wore their black Lugz and a slightly disheveled charcoal suit, jacket open. It’s hard to see from the way they were sitting, but their ‘bad guy.’ shirt was replaced by a DSR II shirt from the EWCshop, the eyes of the current belt holders scratched out with an X-acto knife.

McGUIRE: Our property’s suddenly become pretty important, hasn’t it? You ignored us. Blew us off for five fuckin’ months. Let the tag titles sit on a shelf while you ran after things that were more worth your time. But now? The Queen’s been deposed, and Iggy lost to a complete feeb like Phoenix Winterborne. Malone’s in a midcard with some nobody, while Swango is someplace sitting on her lack of laurels. That’s karma, ladies. But you know what? I couldn’t be less satisfied.

Shifting to sit upright, Mike flipped their sunglasses onto their forehead with their free hand, glaring coldly into the camera.

McGUIRE: You’ll notice I’m alone right now. My partner, he ain’t happy with you. He doesn’t even want to bother addressing you, and I get his point. I mean, we weren’t worth addressing to you either until the last fucking minute, right? I’d go so far as to say he hates you so much he doesn’t care if he ever sees you again. But see, there’s a small hitch in that plan far as I see it. You still got something that belongs to us and as much as associating with the two of you in any way makes me sick, I don’t exactly feel good letting you parade around with the last vestiges of your pride, especially at our expense.

They took another deep drag, this time exhaling the smoke through their nose. The effect was, well, dragon-esque.

McGUIRE: You can’t look past us now. You have to notice us. Because you have to know, we’re coming for you. You know we’re not going to wait in line this time. You can’t blow us off with a shrug and a ‘whatever’ because we will make you pay for it. You have to pay attention because those tag titles? They’re all you have left. And that, you pair of sanctimonious fuckin’ gutter sluts, is why I really want to take them away. Because I want you both left with nothing. I want the only one of you with any gold to his name to be fucking Saunders, which leaves the two of you as his glorified entourage. Groupies. I want you left with nothing so you know exactly how you made us feel.

Cigar ashes were tapped into the spade ashtray. A few more puffs, a few more exhales. The redhead’s hand shook, but it was evident that the cause of the tremor was far from nerves. In fact, the muscles in their arms and neck tightened every so often, as if McGuire’s skin was a container for a boiling geyser of rage.

McGUIRE: I want it more than I even want the titles for their own sake. I want it so bad that I’ll take you on myself if I have to. I’ll cash our rematch clause in for both of us if Church is too disgusted to associate with you even to knee your teeth in.

Their breath ticked upward, a heated exhale. The cigar burned, a chunk of glowing ash beginning to amass at the end.

McGUIRE: Are you listening to this? You better be fucking li-- SWANGO. MALONE. YOU BITCHES LISTENING?

The camera was suddenly grabbed, shaken, Mike’s enraged face filling the picture for a moment before they pulled back, sitting back down.

McGUIRE: We won’t be ignored by you again. I won’t allow it. Wherever you are, I’ll be there. Interview? Bam, I’ll sock you in the face so hard your lip’ll be split before you can answer a single insipid question. Autograph signing? You’ll have to sign the kiddies’ eight-by-ten glossies in your own fucking blood because I’ll snap your pen-holding fingers in front of ‘em. Photo shoot? The magazine’ll have to use pictures of me comitting criminal assault on your fucking persons. I will hurt both of you so bad that you’ll be sorry you ever decided to fuck around and play cute little games by marginalizing us. I’ll Never Stop, you Fucking Whores.

There was a long pause. Mike’s eyes were like hard stones, cold, lifeless, heavy green marbles as they stared a hole into the GoPro’s lens.

Then, with a single, hard motion, they slammed the lit cigar into the back of their hand. The scent of smoldering flesh could be smelled just by looking at it. And yet, the New Yorker didn’t flinch.

McGUIRE: Fuck you. Fuck you both. With or without my partner, I’m coming for you. I’m coming for your titles. And whatever happens, you’re going to lose. If not the belts, then your ability to walk and eat solid food. You two just woke the fucking King of Hell. May whatever fucked up entity that runs this miserable planet have mercy on your souls.

The injured hand balled into a fist, and hurtled toward the camera, a loud crunch just audible before the picture went black.

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Match #4
THE ANIMAL Vs MALONE
(30 Minute Singles Match)
(Ref: Pierce Patterson)

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Duggan: Strong words from Mike before this Melody Malone match.

Loydson: All hail the Queen BABY! Mike is just SALTY! 

Martinez: Rumor has it, Malone isn’t going to be wearing that crown any time soon after Stranglemania...

Duggan: While Malone tasted defeat at Stranglemania, her opponent tonight wasn’t even booked and he’s looking for a little vengeance for what he thinks, might’ve been a personal slight!

Chriqui: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 280 pounds... from Las Vegas, Nevada… he is 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, before the match starts.

Duggan: Samuel McPherson’s blog had some interesting points coming into this match, do you th-

Loydson: That kind of slander won’t be tolerated on Rampage Duggan, don’t you dare start!

Martinez: He made a few good points though Loydson, he outweighs Malone by a fair margin. She’s not exactly going to be throwing the big man around.

Duggan: We’ve got the Animal, now we’re ready for the Siren!

Chrqui: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Iggy Swango.. weighing in at 148 pounds... from San Diego California… she is the Siren of Scorn.. 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 Iggy come out from backstage. Both ladies have the EWC Tag Team championships firmly around their waists as they head down to the ring. Malone rolls in under the bottom rope, electing to forego her usual pomp and circumstance before she unstraps her half of the tag championships. She hands the title out to Iggy, who throws it over her shoulder as Melody loosens her shoulders.

Duggan: Iggy Swango coming out tonight in the place of the injured Vanessa. Our thoughts and prayers go out to her and Creme after the brutal falls they took at Stranglemania.

Martinez: We wish both of them a speedy recovery, but we’ve got a match to call. Here we go!

DING DING DING

Both competitors circle one another before Malone tries to go in for a step up enziguri, but McPherson catches her leg as she tries to run up the larger man. Instead he slams her into the mat with a modified chokeslam. Malone looks winded out of the gate, the air driven from her lungs off of that chokeslam as McPherson takes full advantage, hauling up Melody before throwing her backward with a german suplex. McPherson hooks the leg early, looking to put this one away quick.

1!


Malone kicks out just shy of two, and McPherson looks from the referee to Henry on the outside. Henry points at Malone, yelling something the cameras can’t quite make out before McPherson nods and pulls Malone up by the hair. The referee warns him about the hair, but Samuel doesn’t respond before he throws Melody into the corner and drives his shoulder into her midsection repeatedly. He pulls her from the corner, wrapping her up into a bear hug as he shakes her violently, trying to get her to submit. Iggy starts to clap, trying to get the crowd behind Malone as the referee checks her to see if she’s either willing to submit or is unable to continue. She fights back, throwing an elbow into the side of his head repeatedly to try and break herself free. She finally manages to get free of the bear hug as he drops her down, and she runs to the ropes to try and garner herself some momentum but the big man catches her coming back and drops her down with a powerslam as he goes for the cover again.

1!



2!


Malone again kicks out, trying to roll herself away from McPherson. Henry slaps the mat, frustrated with the official’s count before he points at Malone and to McPherson. Samuel gets to his feet, hauling up Malone again before he whips her into the rope on his own. McPherson runs in for a spear, but Melody jumps up and hits the Crowning Achievement! McPherson’s head snaps back and Malone lies on the mat, breathing heavily.

Martinez: Malone with a desperate Crowning Achievement, she’s bought herself some time to regroup here. This isn’t Scorpio she’s in the ring with, McPherson is brute strength.

Duggan: Melody’s no stranger to the size disadvantage, but she’s going to have to collect herself if she wants to come out on top tonight.

Melody gets back to her feet before McPherson can get back standing and she runs the ropes before coming in hot with a basement drop kick that keeps the bigger man down. Iggy starts to hype up the crowd behind Malone again, and they start to rally behind the former Queen as she sees McPherson starting to sit back up. Melody runs the ropes yet again, somersaulting forward with the Royal Treatment as McPherson hits the mat again. Melody goes for the cover, hooking the far leg.

1!

McPherson kicks out just before two and nearly sends Malone skyward in the process. Melody doesn’t relent though, trying to keep the big man grounded as she positions herself and leaps back with a standing moonsault. She connects, but doesn’t manage to get the pin attempted as McPherson powers out as the official gets into position. The crowd is firmly behind Malone now as she struggles to pull McPherson to his feet. She hooks his head under her arm, looking for Nightmare Fuel but the official is pulled away from the action as Henry is on the apron shouting and pointing. With the official’s back turned, McPherson powers out of Malone’s grasp and pulls her into the corner, choking her out against the turnbuckle. Iggy swoops in, grabbing Henry by the ankle and yanking him down off the apron. He lands, turning toward Swango before she plasters him with Melody’s tag team championship belt! Iggy yells something in his direction as McPherson turns to see Henry down for the count and Iggy holding up the championship. Samuel lets go of Melody, seeing red as he climbs out of the ring.

Duggan: Uh oh…. Henry got himself involved but it looks like Iggy might pay the price!

Loydson: That’s what he gets for interfering with the Even Foxier Ladies of Dream S-

Martinez: We get it! Swango is high tailing it but McPherson is gaining on her!

Iggy races around the ring, trying to evade Samuel before she slides into the ring. McPherson follows, and Iggy ducks down as Melody catches an oncoming Samuel with a springboard meteora! Malone lands it perfectly, driving back McPherson as she lays in a bevy of closed strikes to the big man. Samuel is dazed on the mat, and Malone sizes up the big man as she climbs the turnbuckle. She leaps off, vaulting forward with Off with their Head! Malone grabs his feet and flips forward, pinning him down with the help of his own body weight.

1!



2!



3!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... MELODY MALONE!

Duggan: Melody pulls off the victory, but it looks like McPherson’s not going to take this one lightly.

Malone is quick to exit the ring, Swango joining her as she hands off the extra tag team championship belt. McPherson is back to his feet, fuming as he looks from the two ladies to Henry at ringside who’s finally pulled himself back up to the apron.

Loydson: He might not take it lightly, but he’s going to have to take it. The girls got the better of the man tonight.

Martinez: Malone owes Swango dinner after that one.

Duggan: But don’t skip LUNCH! We’ve got tag team action, Lunch Time versus Matsuda and Visconty… NEXT!

Match #5
MATSUDA & VISCONTY Vs LUNCH TIME
(30 Minute Tag Team Match)
(Ref: Toyo Yasahrio)

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Duggan: Welcome back! We have an interesting tag team match coming up for you.

Martinez: It's two Brawl superstars against a tag team from Future Stars competing on Friday Night Rampage! AND, our friend Marshall Evans over on Prime has been kind enough to loan referee Jessika Smalls to us for the evening instead of Toyo Yasahiro, who was originally scheduled to officiate this match. All of these brings us to a QUAD-BRAND MATCH!

Loydson: I can hardly contain my excitement... the best thing about this match is Gabi Vee. Stephanie Matsuda is a bore. Lunch Time sucks. And no one cares about Jessika Smalls being the referee. This is my piss break match!

Martinez: That's pretty rude, Phillip. All of these people involved work their tails off and are very talented!

Duggan: That's just Loydson sticking his foot in his mouth as usual. Ignore him.

Chriqui: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

"Everybody Wants Some" begins blaring throughout the State Farm Arena and Meat and Tater come out from behind the curtain. Both big men have chefs hats on top of their heads as Meat wields a turkey leg in his right hand. Tater, with a wicker basket under his arm, gets the crowd pumped up as Meat takes a large bite out of the turkey leg. Tater begins tossing bread rolls out into the crowd from the basket as they casually stroll to the ring.

Chriqui: Introducing first... Coming down the aisle at a combined weight of 642 pounds! MEAT! TATER! They are LUNCH TIME!

Meat and Tater get into the ring and now both men are tossing rolls into the crowd. Tater takes his wicker basket and throws it towards the front row. They bounce off of the ropes and do a massive chest bump in the middle of the ring as their theme fades out.

Duggan: These two are very entertaining. They may not be MUCHO GRANDE!, but they sure have the same amount of charisma.

Loydson: Oh Duggan. Quit blowing yourself off. Lunch Time is terrible. MUCHO GRANDE! was a fluke. You know it's all true.

Martinez: Nevertheless, Lunch Time has not quite had the success they have wanted lately. They fell to NSFW the last time they were in the ring and failed to capture the EWC Tag Team Championships at WrestleFest. They did, however, come away with a victory over LA Meyers and Aidan O'Sheahan on FSW #93 awhile back.

Duggan: One might say they work a little better against random teams who do not meld together well.

Martinez: And that's exactly what they're getting tonight.

The lights in the State Farm Arena slowly flicker and dim as the opening of “Non-Entity” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play. Fog billows out of the entrance way as Gabrielle slowly emerges from the fog on the entrance ramp as 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love walks out after her. He's waving 'The Love Stick' in the air yelling out at the fans as Gabrielle ignores him and starts walks down the ramp, her eyes fixed on the floor of the arena.

Chriqui: And their opponents... first, from Honolulu, Hawaii. Gabi Vee!

Tommy sees this and runs down the ramp after her. She reaches ringside to stop, Tommy runs past her and up the steps and opens the ropes for his client while Gabrielle stares out at the crowd with a blank expression before ignoring Tommy holding the ropes open for her and slides under the bottom rope.

Martinez: Gabi Vee has had a fairly hot start to her 2020 season.

Loydson: Damn right she has. And she is one smoking firecracker! She is one of my favorites in this entire industry.

Duggan: Well, she'd better have her head screwed on straight. She ate the pinfall in the dark match fatal fairway at StrangleMania XV when Samantha Hamilton defeated her, Ezio DeLuca, and Killjoy Ito. It will take some effort to bounce back from that, especially since she had so much confidence moving into that match.

“Rainy Days” by Boogie plays as Stephanie "Cloud" Matsuda walks out dressed in her signature black fitted cap and a bandanna around her face. Trailed by manager Monica Vaughan, Matsuda walks on stage and crouches low, getting ready for her match.

Chriqui: And her partner... Making her way to the ring and being accompanied by Monica Vaughan! From Brooklyn, New York! "The War Queen" Stephanie Matsuda!

Martinez: Stephanie Matsuda has had her fair share of victories thus-far in 2020. Her lone loss: to Gabi Vee on Brawl a few weeks back.

Duggan: This should be a very interesting partnership, to say the least. These two started off the season at each others' throats. Now they have to work together. And Lunch Time is as cohesive as they come.

Loydson: Doesn't matter how cohesive they are. They aren't ready for this level of wrestling. They've shown it anytime they've gotten into the ring with real wrestlers.

DING DING DING

Gabi and Meat started things off after Matsuda and Gabi had a few words for each other. Gabi seemed wary to turn her back on her own partner, but after a little bit of persuasion she calmed down and went with the flow. When Gabi turned her attention towards Meat, Meat immediately started his bag of tricks by taking two slices of white bread and smashing them into Gabi's face cheeks, making her give an involuntary fish face. Meat yelled something about a fish sandwich and shoved Gabi into an empty corner. Gabi jammed a right boot into Meat's midsection and Meat backed up into the middle of the ring. Gabi looked at the two pieces of bread on the ground and kicked them out of the ring in anger.

Loydson: Where the hell did that lunatic get bread from? And why hasn't he been disqualified?

Duggan: You want Lunch Time disqualified because of BREAD?

Loydson: You're damn right I do!

The two locked up and Meat tried to use his power. However, Gabi quickly escaped his clutches and went behind the big man. She dropped low and drove an elbow right into the back of his knee. Meat dropped to a knee and Gabi went and bounced off of the ropes. On the return, she nailed him with a basement dropkick. She went back at the knee, locking him in a Muta Lock briefly before Tater came through the ropes and stomped on her midsection. The hold broke and Gabi rolled over to her corner and tagged Matsuda in.

Duggan: Some good work by Gabi Vee to rebound from the sandwiching she took. 

Martinez: She's showing the same determination she has shown this whole season, so far.

Loydson: Of course she is. She's the best in this match, and it ain't even close. Why that kid just tagged Matsuda in blows my mind.

Matsuda ran into the ring on fire. She stomped Meat and then ran over to the Lunch Time corner and drove an elbow into Tater's shoulder, knocking him off of the apron. She looked at Meat and then exited the ring to the apron. She waited until his was on his feet and performed a springboard forearm smash that she calls Final Heaven, knocking Meat back down. Before she could get a cover, however, Gabi Vee yelled at Stephanie to tag her in. Reluctantly, Matsuda did. Gabi waited for Meat to, once again, get to his feet before she jumped up to the top rope and delivered a springboard elbow smash right between his eyes. She got up and looked at Matsuda, with a smirk on her face.

Loydson: That was SO MUCH BETTER executed than Matsuda!

Duggan: They looked the damn same to me!

Gabi Vee turned toward Meat and covered him. She got a two count before Tater yanked her by the leg off of Meat. Matsuda sprinted into the ring and tried to nail Tater with the Yahtzee!, but he ducked underneath it and grabbed ahold of her, sending her flying over the top rope and to the floor. Gabi Vee got up to her feet and slapped Tater in the face. He stared her down and she took a step backwards away from the big man. Meat got up to his feet and stood on the other side of Gabi. Both members of Lunch Time ran towards Gabi and nailed her with Crunch Time! Meat covered Gabi Vee and this earned them a three count and a victory.

DING DING DING

Chriqui: Here are your winners... LUNCH TIME!!

Duggan: Honestly, a very impressive showing for two former champions of this company. How Lunch Time managed to overcome that onslaught is a mystery to me.

Loydson: A fluke, Grizzly! It was a damn fluke! That referee needs to go back to Prime. She shouldn't have allowed Tater to be in the ring for so long without a tag! She had zero control over that match!

Martinez: You make a decent point about the amount of time there was chaos in the ring. But let's not be so hasty in shunning Jessika back to Prime. She does a fantastic job for this company.

[FN'R]

The camera cuts backstage inside The State Farm Arena to find Xavier Reid with his cousin Tlatoani Volando

Tlatoani: How are you feeling? Ready to go…

Xavier looks at him in a odd manner

Reid: Seriously…

Xavier stops and looks at his cousin

Reid: How am I feeling? Am I ready to go?

Tlatoani: Just trying to see where your head’s at cousin…

Reid: It’s here, right now on Nezumi…

Tlatoani: Ok, just checking, tonight is a very important night…

Reid: Stop...I know this…

Tlatoani: Well then you need to…

But Tlatoani is cut off as Rampage’s Brian Spade approaches the cousins

Spade: Xavier, welcome back to Rampage…

Reid: Thanks Brian, it’s a nice change of pace being here on the green brand…

Spade: You are gracing us with your presence for the second time this season...the first time it didn’t go so well…

Reid: You could say that…

Spade: Losing to Ace King to kick off the season, that loss giving Ace King the chance to challenge you for the X-Division Championship at StrangleMania and allowing him to win the championship…

Reid: Yeah I was there, no need to walk me down memory lane…

Spade: I was just pointing out…

Reid: I know what you were pointing out, Ace King is a star, a star that’s had my number here in the EWC...like he’s had so many of this rosters number. He’s a star, I know it, you know it...all of EWC knows it and chances are he’s going to hold that championship well past the record 287 days of Harlow Kinsley…

Spade: Well it was announced that the X-Division Championship now crosses over…

Reid: All four brands, yes I know but that doesn’t mean it opens up two new brands to challenge for that championship it just means the EWC is now giving Ace King a group of two new brands to beat...look around here, on Rampage there is ONE guy that beat him, Scorpio but outside him who else would you bet on in a match against Ace...look at Brawl, who’s beating him there...Clay, sure he has a win over Ace but so do I...one win doesn’t make you a made man against Ace...fact is the EWC looked around and didn’t see anyone that could challenge Ace at the moment so they opened the X-Division up...hoping that matches against the FSW and Prime might sell some tickets, to give the fans of Daly City and International fans a chance to see Ace, it’s a smart business move and let’s face it, Rampage has the Undisputed Champion so they can spare Ace from time to time...but Rampage’s long time superstar isn’t my concern here tonight...it’s newest rookie superstar is…

Spade: The Rat King…

Reid: Nezumi Hazama, Rampage’s newest star, the man that has kicked open the door here and announced himself a force to reckon with here in 2020. A guy that gave Scorpio quite the match at StrangleMania and picked up the first fall...yeah he fell short and yeah in his mind he feels like he’s close and I’m sure AC Delaney was very proud of her new rookie, hell I know how hyped the front office of Brawl is on Bosa and Nezumi has owned all the rookie awards here in 2020, she should be thrilled that she has a rising star here on Rampage but I’m not here to put the guy over...I’m here to beat the guy…

Xavier pauses for a second

Reid: 2020 has been a fucking disaster, I’m not going to try and spin it or make it out any different, I have fallen flat on my damn face but here I am, picking myself back up and ready to start down my path of redemption and it starts with Nezumi...it starts with taking the shine off Rampage’s newest bright star, to stop that push in its tracks and maybe...just maybe steal some of that juice the kid’s had to start the season. I’ve had some really good success here on Rampage and I know both of us are looking to bounce back after disappointing losses at StrangleMania and both of us want nothing more than to cave in the skulls of the other and prove that StrangleMania won’t define us moving forward. I’m at a crossroads Brian, I’ve been around this business long enough to see this...tonight I need to kick start my year against a guy that Rampage is counting on to bring home the Rookie of the Year Award at season end…

Xavier smiles

Reid: I know the people of Atlanta are hyped to see the final match of Luke Wolfe tonight, they are excited to see Wolfe/Ace one last time but I want to go out there with Nezumi and set the bar so damn high that those two are going to have to risk a broken neck to clear the bar...I want to show Rampage, Brawl and the rest of the EWC that the start of 2020 was a fluke...that Xavier Reid, the Xavier Reid of 2019 is still here and kicking...tonight I’ll get into that ring with Rampage’s bright new star and give him everything I have...and we will see who’s left standing…

Xavier slaps Brian on the shoulder and walks past him, Tlatoani looks at Brian

Tlatoani: And if all else fails I’ll hit him in the head with a chair and see if that can give us a hard reset of Xavier Reid…

Tlatoani slaps Brian on the shoulder as well and also walks past him...

"Holding My Breath" by Alien Weaponry floods the PA, marking the arrival of Sarah Roberts. She emerges onto the stage accompanied by her manager, Delilah Huang.

Javier Martinez: Sarah Roberts is here on Rampage! I'm willing to bet that's who ran off Bryan Spade earlier tonight.

Grizzly Duggan: A decorated mixed martial artist with a few wrestling titles to her name, too - one being EWC's own Television Championship. No wonder Brian had a streak of piss running down his leg.

Phillip Loydson: Because he's a wimp. She's just FSW runoff. She took off after she failed to grab the North American Championship, after all. I'm surprised AC Delaney even let her onto the show tonight. Not a big deal.

Grizzly Duggan: You better hope she didn't hear you say that. I know how much you like being able to walk under your own power.

Phillip happens to glance to the stage and he's met with a dagger-like stare from the aforementioned "FSW runoff". Sarah simply shakes her head while Delilah barks inaudible trash at the commentator. The pair head towards the ring; Sarah isn't much for pageantry and only offers a smirk before heading down the ramp, Delilah contrasts her client's stern demeanor the type of hype antics befitting of a Public Enemy concert.

Emmanuelle Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Sarah Roberts and Delilah Huang!

With the same juxtaposition as seen on the stage, Sarah continues down to the ring with Delilah in tow. Before Sarah can enter the ring, Delilah scampers up the stairs and uses her body to separate the top and middle ropes. Sarah slides between them, moves to the center of the ring, and waits while Delilah takes the mic from Emmanuelle. As "Holding My Breath" fades from the PA, Delilah passes the mic to Sarah who raises it to her mouth and Emmanuelle makes her exit from the ring entirely.

Sarah Roberts: First things first - you up at the commentary table.

Sarah turns and points to Phil with a scowl etched on her face. The camera cutting to a close-up of the commentator.

Sarah Roberts: Yeah you. I'm willing to bet you were talking a mouthful of shit. That's all that ever happens when you flap those lips. I've heard it every time Rampage is on and frankly it makes me wish your jaw would've been broken over in Japan instead of that gimpy leg of yours but since that wasn't the case, I end up having to hit 'mute'. If my name comes out of your mouth again, it better have respect on it. That is, unless you want to have to buy yourself a ramp to wheel your ass into your house, bud.

She pulls her attention from the announcer to give the Atlanta crowd a quick once over after pulling the mic from her mouth. Her expression softens enough that the scowl fades, but not quite enough for a smile to replace it.

Javier Martinez: Well, I think she made her point loud and clear, Phil.

Phillip Loydson: Yeah, whatever kid. I don't get shook by rooks.

Grizzly Duggan: Uh huh. That's a brave face to put on.

Again, the mic goes back up.

Sarah Roberts: With that out of the way, there's something I want to address. Last time I stood in a EWC ring, I had nothing. I'd lost the Television Championship to that pile of vomit walking around in a human skin suit and calling himself "Joe Hustler". I almost had that North American Championship in my hands, but Kyle Gautier managed to get up the ladder and get that strap down before me or any of the other four in the match could. A chance to keep gold and get gold about six months apart and I couldn't deliver on either one. I walked to the back, packed my bag, then sat on a bench in the locker room wondering if at 41, I'd hit a wall I just couldn't find a way over or through. I looked at everyone else sharing that locker room with me and wondered if I was even a "future star" like the show suggested. By the time I got home the next day, I handed in my resignation. I figured I was going to pass on this business before it passed me by. I didn't want to be known as the one that showed up late to the party and simply couldn't get out of the gate. Instead, I built a school and passed on what I knew to the next generation of combat athletes; watching those folks in that hot-ass prefab warehouse in the middle of North Dakota but their ass for a chance to just have their name called when they stepped into a ring, into an octagon, it made me feel like I found where I needed to be.

Sarah pauses for a moment to take a deep breath to the sound of a quite rumble from the crowd.

Sarah Roberts: I saw kids that were in there day one eventually stepping up to help me teach bigger groups. I had trainers sending me applications, wanting jobs. I saw a lot of people come into my facility looking to better themselves. I saw that I tucked my fuckin' tail between my legs and ran off prematurely and man, it stung more in that moment then it did back on that bench in the Tiger Stadium in Baton Rouge. These people were working their asses off hoping they'd just get a professional fight and there I was - belts, tournament wins, a good record - closing up shop because I couldn't execute. I choked and I couldn't reconcile with punking myself out like that. One call to Delilah later, and that window I slammed shut on myself was back open.

Even though she doesn't have a mic, Delilah makes her presence known by stepping in front of Sarah while gesturing wildly at the camera. Her voice is picked up just enough that she's heard.

Delilah Huang: S'right! Sarah chokes out punks in the ring and I choke out bitches in the boardroom on that negotiation tip!

With her point made, Delilah falls back next to Sarah.

Sarah Roberts: This isn't about proving anything to the people in the back, to management, or to any of you; in fact, I couldn't give a shit less about what everyone else has to say. It's about ripping and tearing my way through that locker room to prove to myself that I've still got it. It's about leaving on my terms after I've stacked even more gold into the cabinet at home. If anyone back there wants to try and stop me, well...

Sarah shrugs.

Sarah Roberts: That "putting people on notice" shit is played out. If you want a fight, I'm not hard to find. Consider standing across from me as good as giving consent to becoming a statistic.

With that, Sarah drops the mic and the duo make their exit from the ring as "Holding My Breath" fills the building once more.

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Match #6
HAZAMA Vs REID
(No Time Limit Singles Match)
(Ref: Toyo Yasahrio)

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Duggan: Up next we have a clash of two men looking to bounce back after StrangleMania as Nezumi Hazama takes on Xavier Reid! Can the Rat King avenge his loss to Scorpio, or will Xavier Reid prove that his loss to Ace King was nothing more than a fluke?

Loydson: Oh boo hoo, what's past is past...what matters now is who gets over it quicker. My money's on the Rat King.

Martinez: I dunno about that, Reid has been crazy good and I think he has a point to prove tonight.

Duggan: It's time to find out, as we gear up for an exciting match!

Chriqui: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, currently residing in Roppongi, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 208 pounds... NEZUMI HAZAMA!

"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.

Chriqui: His opponent, currently residing in New York City, weighing in at 220 pounds... XAVIER REID!

The jumbo screen flickers and the picture of a sky appears on the eve of a storm, the clouds are dark and rolling across the sky quickly and with aggression. The lights inside the arena start to dim, the rumbling of a storm can be heard over the speakers as lighting appears in the clouds. The cracking of lighting grows louder and louder until two strikes hit the stage, first from the right and then from the left as ‘Papercut’ starts to play out. Smoke rises up from where the lightning hit stage as Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage, his arms crossed in a X over his chest as he stands at the top of the stage and looks out towards the ring.

The fans have a mix reaction as he starts to walk towards the ring, shadow boxing as he does so ignoring the fans until he reaches ringside. Xavier bounces up and down while looking at the ground and then looks up and smirks as he heads towards the steps and slams his foot down on each step as he marches up the steps and jumps into the ring and heads right to far corner and climbs to the middle rope and tosses his arms into the air and crosses them into a X as he looks out over the crowd.

DING DING DING

The two men look to prove a point from the opening bell as they collide with some heavy strikes, each looking to get the upper hand over the other. Nezumi manages to get the advantage, dodging a right hand from Reid to bring him down to the canvas with a drop toe hold! Seeking to make the most of the opening, the Rat King focuses his offense on the neck of the former X-Division Champion, stomping away before taunting Reid to get back to his feet. Reid obliges, only to take a hard neckbreaker from Hazama! This could be it as Nezumi goes for the cover...but Reid kicks out at two!

Reid letting the Rat King it's gonna take a lot more than that to put him away as the former champ gets back to his feet. Nezumi charges at him, but takes a swift roundhouse kick to the face for his troubles! Hazama feels the other side of his earlier punishment as Reid goes to work, laying in some heavy kicks before grabbing the Rat King's arms, stomping away at the head of Nezumi! F#@^ You Stomp!

Duggan: What a hard-hitting match between these two so far! You can tell both men really want this win.

Loydson: Which is why it's all the more important that my man Nezumi picks this up...aside from the fact I've got $20 riding on this.

Martinez: Wait, you really bet money on this fight?

Loydson: Damn right, kid.

Reid finally lets go of Nezumi, confident in his work as he makes the cover...but now it's the Rat King kicking out at two to prove his toughness! Reid is unrelenting as he continues the attack in spite of Nezumi getting back to his feet, sending the Rat King into the corner with an Irish whip before charging into the corner...but Nezumi dodges the former champion, getting out of the way in the nick of time as Reid crashes against the turnbuckle! Nezumi uses the momentum to connect with a half nelson backbreaker, and as Reid gets back to his feet Nezumi hits a running Kenka Kick! CHRONO CANNON! Could this be it? Nezumi makes the cover: 1...2...3! Reid got a shoulder up just a half second too late!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... NEZUMI HAZAMA!

Duggan: What a match! Two hard strikers in the EWC looking to make a statement, but the Rat King managed to get the win tonight.

Loydson: And I am $20, thank you kindly. If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go harass the intern that owes me my money.

Duggan: While Phillip collects his shady winnings, we'll be right back with our main event of the evening!

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[FN'R]

Carter Normandy: A couple of beauties right there aren't they?

Carter Normandy steps in front of the camera.

Carter Normandy: Hi friends! Carter Normandy here from Planet Cars letting you know we are running a special FIVE DAY SALE starting Friday April 24th RIGHT HERE! DO NOT miss out on all the special deals coming on the 24th, get here early and I might throw an early bird special on these two beauties behind me, haha!

Carter starts walking towards the main Planet Cars building, the camera follows beside him.

Carter Normandy: You're probably asking yourself, "What does this have to do with professional wrestling, Carter?" I'll answer that one for you. You see, ever since I was in high school, everything I touched turned to gold. I got all the prettiest girls, won the big games, you name it. Then I focussed my talents on selling cars, made Car Salesman of the Year for eight years in a row. But now friends, now I'm setting my sights on Friday Night Rummage, and there's no better place for....

Muffled voice from behind the camera, Carter curses under his breath and shakes his head

Carter Normandy: Rampage? Stupid name! Cut it and we'll roll it from "Now I'm setting my sights..." I'll take a few steps back here.

Quick edit cut...

Carter Normandy: Now I'm setting my sights on Friday Night Rampage, and there's no better place for a man of my many talents. Just check out this physique...

Carter rolls up his sleeve, the camera cuts to a black muscular arm, obviously not his...

Carter Normandy: See that bicep? Imagine that beauty wrapped around your head? Don't worry, wrestling fans, you don't have to wait very long to see your hero, Carter Normandy in a wrestling ring! I am the spirit of America, built for the ring ahead, born to perform, engineered for success because there's no better guy to clean up this mess! Thank you for your time.

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The feed cuts to the door of the Rampage locker room, where Ace Heart stands patiently with a microphone in hand. About 10 seconds later, there’s a somewhat mixed reaction as X-Division Champion Ace King emerges, looking incredibly focused as the door clicks shut behind him.

Ace King: Hey, sorry I’m late, I was… Wait, Ace? You’re not Spade…

Heart bristles a bit at the observation, subtly scrunching his face up.

Ace Heart: Your brilliant deduction skills aside, EWC sent me here to cover this match, the likes of which we haven’t seen in quite some time.

Ace King: Fair enough.

Ace Heart: Anyway, as we’ve discussed, this is a big night as you’re mere moments from stepping into the ring with Luke Wolfe one last time. How are you feeling going into the match, and what does it mean to you that Wolfe wanted his final match to come against you, particularly here in his hometown of Atlanta?

Following the cheap crowd pop for referencing Atlanta, the X-Division Champion adjusts the belt on his shoulder, then closes his eyes. He takes a breath before turning his attention back to Heart.

Ace King: If I said I was treating this like any other match, it would be a lie… If anything, it’s more special to me, because even though he hasn’t competed here in almost a year, and even though this is his last stand… There aren’t many in the 21-season history of the Extreme Wrestling Corporation who can catch lightning in a bottle as quickly as Luke Wolfe, and that drives me to go even harder.

The X-Division Champion’s words trail off as he reaches into his jacket pocket to retrieve a crumpled-up piece of paper. He smooths it out against the wall behind him, then hands it to Heart.

Ace King: Do you remember that night, Heart?

Ace Heart: Quite fondly, yes.

Ace King: That was the night we realized that, for all our differences, we were really on the same wavelength in wanting Friday Night Rampage to be the best it could be. So, we both knew that Steel Cage Match had to set a new standard instead of being the middling, struggling property many had branded it before.

‘The Gambler’ gently takes the poster back and looks at it.

Ace King: Look at Friday nights now… Home to four different champions after going through times where either Luke or myself would be the only champion we had here. I firmly believe that night in Indiana laid the groundwork for that turnaround, just as I believe tonight will elevate the bar once again, right here in Atlanta.

Another loud, cheap pop from the crowd as the X-Division Champion looks skyward for a moment as he tries to collect his thoughts.

Ace King: I would be doing myself, my good friend Luke, and this X-Division Championship he poured his heart into taking to another level, a great disservice if I didn’t go out to that ring tonight and give ‘The Messiah’ everything he can handle on this Good Friday… It’s a fitting night to do it, because this time around, his career won’t rise again. He wanted me to wake up? Well, tonight, my eyes are wide fuckin’ open… Bet on it.

‘The Gambler’ wears a stonefaced expression as he backs up into the locker room, leaving Heart there with a raised eyebrow as the feed cuts to…

WOLFE Vs KING
(No Time Limit Non-Title Singles Match)
(Ref: Toyo Yasahiro)

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Chriqui: Ladies and Gentlemen the fallowing contest is scheduled for one fall and is your RAMPAGE MAIN EVENT of the evening!

"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 the arena. As the drums kick in, pyro goes off up and down the ramp in time with the beat, while frenetic red and gold spotlights pulse through the building before fixating on the ramp.

Chriqui: Making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds... He is the EWC X-Dvision Champion!... THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!

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

He stops for a couple seconds at the end of the ramp, then charges to the ring, with gold pyro exploding from the turnbuckles as he dives in under the bottom rope. He spins up onto one knee and stares out into the crowd before getting to his feet and hoisting his championship up for all to see. He gets his game face on, draping the title over his shoulder. He stares at the entrance ramp awaiting his opponent.

There is a crackle of thunder, and the hometown crowd ERUPTS! The lights start to dim, and we hear the sound of rain, thunder, and flashes of lightning inside the arena. As the sounds and sights of the storm continues to rage a distorted voice begins to speak.

Distorted Voice:

"Behold, he comes with lightning and clouds..."

The lightning and clouds on the jumbo-tron burst into a flash of bright light as the final bolt touches the ground, "Invincible" by Skillet hits and the crowd jumps to it's feet with a massive pop!!!

The reaction turns to a roar, when after a few moments when a spotlight shines through the darkness, and Luke Wolfe is standing center stage.  He stares directly at his final opponent, his stare never breaking. Seemingly ignoring the reaction he starts to slowly make his walk down the entrance ramp, the spotlight fallows him as he makes his way toward the ring.




Chriqui: From Atlanta, Georgia... *Pop from the Hometown crowd* Weighing in at 225 pounds...  LUKE WOLFE!!!

Luke slowly makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans along the way, but with an emotionless look on his face. He quickly walks up the steps and through the ropes, he slowly throws off his hood and as he turns spreading his arms wide the lights in the arena seemingly rising at his command.

He slowly makes his way to his corner placing his forehead down on the top turnbuckle. A few moments later the music fades out.

Loydson: It’s finally here, Grizzly… Luke Wolfe’s Last Stand. .

Duggan: And like all of Luke’s battles through the years there is more here then meets the eye.

Martinez: Do you really think that Ace has this evil dark side? I mean we all know he hasn’t really been himself, but evil?

Loydson: It doesn’t really matter what we think, it’s what Luke believes and it’s a big reason why we are here tonight.

Luke removes his jacket, as Ace hands his championship off…

DING! DING! DING!!!

“YYYEEEAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

Duggan: And the fans erupt at the bell!

Martinez: Everyone here tonight knows they are about to witness something special!

As Luke turns around he opens his hands and fireball flairs out of his hands! Luke doesn’t flinch but Ace is not amused as he takes a step back pointing at Luke.

Duggan: What would a Luke Wolfe match be without a fireball?

Martinez: Mind games Grizzly, Luke used a fireball when he knocked Ace from the ladder to win the Undisputed Championship at King of the Mountain two years ago.

The two continue their staredown when Luke finally breaks a little as a little smirk grows on his face. They begin to circle each other, and Ace goes for a collar and elbow tie up but Luke ducks it, and Ace turns around Wolfe nails Ace in the jaw with a right jab! It stuns Ace for just a moment as he turns his head, holding his jaw. With an irritated look on his face, he stares down Luke, when he charges with a clothsline but Luke again ducks it and hits the ropes, he slides under the legs of Ace and just as he turns around Luke hits another jab to the jaw!

Duggan: Another jab from Luke Wolfe! What’s the strategy here?

Loydson: He’s punking Ace out, getting inside his head.

Martinez: Nawww… Nawww, he is trying to piss Ace off! He wants him to let out his rage he is holding in!

The two grab each other and let loose as the two begin to grab each other at the head and exchange a fury of punches! Ace gains the advantage and whips Luke into the ropes! Luke bounces off one side as Ace bounces off the other as they meet in the middle Ace nails Luke with a sling blade! Ace bounces back up to his feet going for a german suplex but as he throws Luke he flips and lands on his feet! The crowd is at a fever pitch as Ace gets to his feet Luke charges and runs through Ace with a running leg lariat sending him flipping him through the air! Luke stands facing the ropes, waiting for Ace to get to his feet, and then springboards off the middle rope, backflipping over Ace and hitting the Untouchable DDT! Luke with the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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KICKOUT!!!


Luke spins back to his feet, as Ace gets up and the two tie up! Luke seemingly goes for a suplex but Ace immediately reverses it into a suplex of his own! He holds on for Four of a Kind! As the crowd counts along! After the fourth suplex Ace jumps up roaring in a burst of adrenalin, the crowd roars with him as Luke lays on the mat holding his back. He goes to grab Luke but he is pulled down into a small package!

ONE!
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KICKOUT!!!

They both bounce back up to their feet and tie up in the middle of the ring! Luke again grabs Ace looking for a suplex but this time he quickly changes the angle to face the turnbuckle and suplexes Ace backfirst into the turnbuckle! Ace falls on his head as Luke rolls out onto the apron. He waves for Ace to get up and as soon as he is on his feet he springboards off the top rope into a hurricanranna holds onto one leg for the pin as Ace kicks the other!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!!

Loydson: Luke Wolfe is showing no ring rust!

Martinez: He said he was going to bring everything he had left, and I have no reason to doubt him!

Duggan: Another near fall for Luke Wolfe over the current X-Division champion!

The two again spring back to their feet, and again tie up! Luke sends Ace into the ropes, he ducks down looking for a back body drop but Ace stops on a dime and kicks him square in the jaw standing him up as Ace drops Luke with a clothsline! Ace hits the ropes, spring board moonsault off the middle rope landing right on Luke, as he hooks the leg!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!

Ace pulls Luke back to his feet and the two begin to exchange blows once again. This time Luke gets the advantage backing Ace up into the turnbuckle. After a few more blows Luke lifts Ace up to the top turnbuckle, he braces himself as he climbs all the way to the top and brings both men to their feet on the top rope. Luke executes a beautiful top rope superplex! The two lay on the mat for a few seconds before they start to stir. Once on their feet, Luke hits the ropes King goes for a leap frog but Luke stops on a dime and nails an angry kick right in Ace’s gut, and fallows it up with a DDT! He pulls Ace to his feet and whips him into the ropes, as Ace comes back at him Luke grabs him and nails a blue thunder bomb! He holds for the cover!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!

Duggan: Luke with another near fall!

Luke taking a few deep breaths, starts to get to his feet. He grabs Ace and starts to pull him to his feet, but King nails three elbows to Luke’s midsection breaking his grip! Ace grabs Luke’s legs dropping him to his back and goes for the House of Cards! Luke has it scouted and struggles in his grip scooting all the way to the bottom rope and grabs them forcing a break. Luke rolls outside to the apron, and as King goes to grab him Luke goes to drive his shoulder into Ace’s gut but he dodges it, and kicks Luke right in the chin! The Gambler grabs a stunned Wolfe and pulls him out till his feet are dangling on the middle rope, and he drops Luke with a monster DDT! Ace rolls Luke over and hooks the leg!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!

Ace holds onto Luke’s hair after the kickout, pulling him to his feet, but Luke shoves Ace off and nails Ace right in the face with a carbon footprint! Luke climbs to the top rope starting to become visibly winded. He laps the turnbuckle over and over starting a clap from the crowd. Once on the top rope He leaps off the top looking for a dropkick but Ace backs up catching him at his feet, and locking in HOUSE OF CARDS!!!

Duggan: He got him this time!

Martinez: And just like that this one could be over!!!

Loydson: Can Luke get to the ropes???

Ace has it locked in tight as Luke shakes his head no. He reaches for the bottom rope but its just out of his finger tips! He scratches and claws BARELY grabs the bottom rope when the ref tells Ace to break the hold. Ace breaks it and Luke’s legs fall limp on the mat, his hand still holding the rope.

Martinez: I don’t know guys, it looks like Luke is running out of gas early.

Loydson: No ring rust, but when he went on record saying he had nothing left… I think we are all witnessing that now.

Ace grabs Luke by the foot pulling him to the middle of the ring. He goes for a cover!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!

Luke kicks out at two, but lays on the mat trying to catch his breath. Ace looks down at Luke, looking disgusted in what he sees. He waves for Luke to get up! Waving, yelling at Luke to get back on his feet! Luke keeps his eyes on Ace as he slowly stumbles to his feet, Ace charges and Luke leaps into the air and nails a hurricanranna and holds both legs for the pin!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!

Luke wastes no time and rolls out onto the apron! Before Ace can recover he jumps on the top rope and springboards…

Duggan: SPRINGBOARD 450! Luke hooks the leg!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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TH-- KICKOUT!!!

Loydson: OH THAT WAS SO CLOSE!!!

Martinez: Ace has made a career out of near escapes like that one!

Luke sits up, clearly gassed trying to catch his breath. Luke uses the ropes to slowly pull himself back to his feet, but Ace is also on his feet and he charges at Luke but he ducks it and lifts him over the top rope and to the outside! Luke hits the opposite side and suicide dives through the middle rope at top speed crashing into Ace and the barracade! As Ace tries to hold onto Luke, he pie faces Ace to the ground, rolls back in the ring hits the ropes at full speed one more time and this time flips over the top rope and comes crashing down ontop of Ace! The crowd is losing it’s mind!!!

“THAT WAS AWESOME!!!”

“THAT WAS AWESOME!!!”

“THAT WAS AWESOME!!!”

Duggan: And listen to this hometown crowd cheering on their favorite son one last time!

Luke pulls Ace to his feet, and whips him towards the steel steps but Ace reverses it and Luke hits the steps back first! He winces in pain as Ace grabs him and slams him face first down onto the guard rail! He grabs a stunned Luke Wolfe and lifts him up in a powerbomb and starts running towards the edge of the ring and brings Wolfe spine first on the edge of the ring! Luke falls to his knees grabbing his back!

Duggan: Oh, that’s going to make Luke low hanging fruit for the house of cards if Ace decides to go that way.

Loydson: We are definitely seeing a more brutal side of Ace King here tonight.

Martinez: He’s the X-Division champion get used to it.

Duggan: I don’t think we’ve even begun to see that evil Luke was talking about. I think we are just scratching the surface.

Ace rolls Luke in the ring, he fallows in and grabs Luke’s legs setting up for House of Cards but Luke grabs Ace and pulls him down into a small package but Ace kicks out before even a one count! They get back to their feet, and Ace sends Luke into the turnbuckle! Luke hits the corner and Ace comes charging in, Luke lifts his feet to boot Ace in the face but King sees it coming and catches his feet sends them through the ropes, Luke falls on the back of his neck and Ace drops an elbow on his throat! Ace gets to his feet stands in the center of the ring and Wolfe uses the ropes to slowly stumble to his feet. Ace waves for Luke to come at him, and he meets Ace in the middle of the ring, and they tie up and King muscles Wolfe to the ground as he hits the mat with the back of his head. Luke rolls over on his stomach crawling towards the ropes to pull himself up as Ace looks at him with disgust.

Ace: COME ON!!! Get to your feet Luke!

Wolfe gets to his feet but immediately collapses down onto his hands and knees. Ace throws up his arms in frustration. Luke makes it back to his knees and waves for Ace to “bring it”. A frustrated Ace goes to the opposite corner obviously disappointed in the fight that Luke is giving him, shaking his head in disappointment.

You start to hear small rounds of boos from small pockets of the crowd, clearly upset with Ace’s reaction.

Luke finally on his feet, wabbly under him. He goes for an obvious roundhouse kick Ace easily ducks it and grabs Luke and flips him over head with a T-Bone Suplex! Luke lays on the ground limp. Ace waves for him to get to his feet, and all Luke can muster is a kick of one leg as it falls limp. Ace grabs Luke by the head, pulling him to his feet and whips him into the corner, Wolfe hits the corner with a vicious crash. Just as he hits the corner it is fallowed up by Ace nailing a knee to the face at full speed! Luke falls to a seated position. The Gambler paintbrushes The Messiah’s face with sole of his boot, over and over again. Ace hits the ropes and comes back and NAILS Wolfe with two feet to the face as he lay in the corner.

Duggan: Oh my God… That’s gotta be it.

Martinez: This is what Luke wanted remember? He wanted Ace to take out all this anger out of him.

King grabs Luke by the hair and drags him to the middle of the ring. Pulling him up he nails the Bing Slick! Looking down at Luke who is completely limp, he just shakes his head in disappointment. He dead lifts Luke up off the mat and onto his shoulders…

Duggan: Aaaaaaand… BLACKJACK BOMB!!!

Loydson: And this is how it all ends for Luke Wolfe.

ONE!!!
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TH-- Ace lifts Luke’s shoulders up off the mat!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Martinez: Whaa???

Duggan: What? What are you doing Ace?

Ace shakes his head no, and mounts Wolfe and begins to rain down punches on the skull of the completely limp Luke Wolfe over and over again. The crowd really starts to turn on Ace, as the boos start to really rain down.

Loydson: Here come the boo birds…

BOOOOOOOO!!!

Martinez: Not a sound that The Gambler is used to hearing.

Duggan: I’m not entirely sure he does hear them.

Ace finally stops as the boos get louder and louder. Standing up over Wolfe he looks down at him, then he looks out into the crowd, and then back down at Luke.

“MES-SI-AH!!!”

“MES-SI-AH!!!”

“MES-SI-AH!!!”

Loydson: Some old school chants from Wolfe's hometown disciples.

Ace hears the crowd as he looks down at his completely unconscious friend laying motionless on the mat under him. Ace takes a walk to the ropes and leans down on the top rope his hanging his head. The crowd continues to chant as Ace shakes his head in disbelief. He turns, looking down at Luke with pity, when you can audibly hear him say…

Ace: I’m sorry… Goodbye Luke.

As he approaches Luke to just cover him and suddenly Luke comes to life and grabs and traps the arm of Ace King and he locks in the TRIANGLE CHOKE!!! The crowd goes INSANE!!!

Duggan: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!!

Martinez: What???

Duggan: I said I don’t believe it!

Loydson: What??? I can’t hear you guys!!!

A very aware Ace King quickly twists and turns and gets to the ropes! The ref calls for the break but Luke uses up all of that 5 count before getting disqualified. Ace stumbles caught off guard, trying to get his wits about him and he walks right into Luke who again locks in the TRIANGLE CHOKE!!! The crowd ERUPTS again!!! Ace falls to one knee as he starts to fade. He shakes his head no struggling trying to get to the ropes. He sticks out his leg and the TIP of his boot touches the bottom rope! The ref calls for the break! Luke again uses up all of his count before releasing the hold, and then Ace rolls out of the ring to try to again get his wits about him.

Duggan: And this one is not over yet!

Martinez: One last gasp for the soon to be Hall of Famer!

Loydson: But does he have enough left in the tank??

Luke slowly crawls to the corner using it to pull himself to his feet. Ace rolls back in the ring and Luke charges with a clothsline! Ace ducks it and Wolfe bounces off the other side of the ring, when he meets Ace in the center of the ring, Ace sends Luke up for a pop up powerbomb, but Luke reverses it into a leaping TRIANGLE CHOKE!!! The crowd again EXPLODES!!!

Duggan: He has Ace in the middle of the ring! Could this be it??

Ace struggles as Luke locks it in tighter!

Martinez: Ace isn’t going anywhere!

Loydson: And the X-Division Champion is fading!

As Ace starts to fall limp, the ref raises his arm and it falls limp once! The crowd is going crazy!!! He lifts it a second time, and it falls!

Duggan: This is it! Can Luke pull this off???

The ref lifts it a third time AND…


...NO!!!

This time he responds holding it up. King reaches down with everything he has left and lifts Wolfe up into a powerbomb position, but he starts to lose consciousness again, and he stumbles, falling back to his knees, the momentum sends them tumbling into the ropes! Luke releases the hold walks to the corner and then sprints at the prone King and nails a CURB STOMP!!! Luke roars with a surge of adrenalin! The crowd is losing it’s mind! The Messiah gives the throat slash motion for the crowd.

Martinez: I can’t believe what I’m seeing!

Duggan: Will we see the Doomsday Drop one final time??

Loydson: This is the things legends are made of!

Luke grabs Ace pulling him to his feet, and pulling him to the middle of the ring. He hooks him and looks out into the crowd pointing to the air…

Duggan: If he hits this its over!

Ace comes to life and drives a knee into Luke’s stomach! He loses his grip on Ace and The Gambler twists, Luke spins, the two meet again and Ace grabs Luke and lifts him up into the BLACKJACK BOMB! He nails it in the middle of the ring!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!!!

Duggan: And Ace King survives the resurgence of Luke Wolfe and comes away with another win over the soon to be inductee Hall of Famer Luke Wolfe.

Martinez: Luke has NOTHING to be ashamed of, he said he was going to leave it all in the ring and that’s what he did.
Chriqui: Here is your winner, the EWC X-Division Champion… ACE KING!!!

Inside the ring Ace helps Luke up to his feet as “Ace of Spades” by Motorhead blares through the arena. The crowd showing their thanks to both men as they stand in the center of the ring.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!!!”

“THAT WAS AWESOME!!!”

“THAT WAS AWESOME!!!”

Tears start to well up in the eyes of Luke Wolfe, as the two men suddenly embrace with a hug in the middle of the ring! The camera zooms in getting a good look at the emotionally overwhelmed Wolfe as he hugs the man who may just be his best friend. The two release the hug and Ace holds Luke’s head with both hands as they stand forehead to forehead. With the music blaring we can’t hear the words that Ace is passing along, all we can do is watch as Luke becomes even more emotional as tears run down his face as he nods in agreement with whatever Ace is telling him.

Duggan: This was truly amazing. Two warriors who left it all in the ring.

Martinez: What we just witnessed was Luke Wolfe’s last stand--

Loydson: --And Ace King’s redemption. I truly believe we have the Ace King back that we all know and love.

Luke and Ace stand side by side in the middle of the ring, as they each raise the other’s hand pointing at the other. Pyro goes off in the rafters as the crowd gives the two men a standing ovation. Ace steps out of the ring leaving Luke standing in the middle, as he looks out into the crowd that is still on their feet clapping for the two men. Ace grabs something from a fan at ringside, and rolls back in the ring. Ace pauses for a moment and then tosses the item to Luke, and tells him to raise it in the air. As Luke opens it up, we see its a banner flag from EWC Shop. He lifts it into the air, and the crowd roars as Ace himself claps for Luke Wolfe.

Luke lays it down in the middle of the ring, as the music changes to “Invincible” by Skillet to say one last goodbye to Luke Wolfe. Ace rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp letting Luke have the moment. Wolfe walks over and leans on the ropes looking out into the crowd as the camera pans back seeing Luke’s hometown crowd roar for him. You can see Luke say the words “I love all of you” … “Thank you so much.” He kisses his hands and waves goodbye. He rolls out of the ring and hops the barricade exiting through the fans. The camera gives you a sky shot of the ring showing the flag in the middle of the ring one last time.

Duggan: It’s absolutely true… There is, and only ever will be… One Luke Wolfe.

Martinez: There will never be another like him Grizzly.

Loydson: Ladies and Gentlemen, what an amazing night. One for the record books.

Duggan: Ladies and Gentlemen we are out of time, for Phillip Loydson and Javier Martinez… I’m Grizzly Duggan. We’ll see you next time!

*Fade*

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Scorpio

Sarah Roberts

Mike McGuire
Sarah Roberts

Carter Normandy

Ace King

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: FN'R

MATCH TWO
WRITER: "Blessed" Justin Paird

MATCH THREE
WRITER: FN'R

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Queen Melody

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Lunch Time

MATCH SIX
WRITER: MNB

MATCH SEVEN | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Luke Wolfe


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RECAP OF WINNERS

Triple Threat
LOCKE Vs MILENKO Vs RAVEN
WINNER(S): RAVEN Def MILENKO & LOCKE
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Singles Match
Blessed Vs Bullet
WINNER(S): BLESSED DEF BULLET

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Six Person Tag
S.T. & THE TITANESS Vs DAMAGE INC & DALILAH
WINNER(S): S.T. & THE TITANESS DEF DAMAGE INC & DALILAH

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Singles Match
THE ANIMAL Vs MALONE
WINNER(S): MALONE DEF THE ANIMAL

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Tag Team Match
MATSUDA & VISCONTY Vs LUNCH TIME
WINNER(S): LUNCH TIME DEF MATSUDA & VISCONTY

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Singles Match
HAZAMA Vs REID
WINNER(S): HAZAMA DEF REID

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Singles Match
WOLFE Vs KING
WINNER(S): KING DEF WOLFE

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: ACE KING
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: WOLFE VS KING

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