FN'R #469 - London, England

[FN'R]

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...

»»RAMPAGE IN THE UK!!!««

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FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE

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EPISODE 469
MAY 22ND 2020

LIVE! From The Royal Albert Hall in London, England

EWC RAMPAGE
5.22.2020
Live From The Royal Albert Hall in London, England
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.

{ACE KING!!!}

{MALONE!!!}

{THE GUY BEHIND ME CANT SEE}

{D-FENCE}

{WELCOME TO ENGLAND}

{FISH AND CHIPS}

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 comes alive with Ace King holding his X-Division and Tag Team Championships high, then it shifts into Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton holding her United States Championship high. Lastly it turns into Scorpio holding his Undisputed Championship high. He blows a kiss and another round of pyro goes 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: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another excited episode of Friday Night Rampage!

Loydson: I was told to say that too but I won't.

Martinez: That's right folks, it's time for some RAMPAGE IN THE UK!

Duggan: And you don't have to wait long... OUR FIRST MATCH IS BACK NEXT!!!

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MATCH #1
PREMIUM POSSE Vs S.T.
(TAG TEAM MATCH)
(REF: MIKE MICHAELSON)

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Duggan: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our first match of the night. Premium Posse Vs S.T.

Loydson: Wake me when it's over.

Martinez: Now that's just uncalled for. .

Duggan: Phill gonna Phil.

Chriqui: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, from a place called Slick Avenue, weighing in at a loosely estimated 755 pounds, the six time Off Television Tag Team Champions of Virginia, the three time nominated WJKV Men of the Year ... PREMIUM POSSE!

On the Mactron screen, the words -HERE THEY COME- are displayed as The Boys in the Bright White Sports Car begins, Matthews and Normandy roll out in a white, convertible 1996 Chevrolet Corvette. Normandy is driving and has a big smirk behind his mustache, Matthews is in the passenger seat but sitting up high on the top, he's got sunglasses on and a black bandanna wrapped around his head, he's acting cool and flashing gansta signs, crossing his arms and leaning sideways as the crowd boo them. The car stops halfway down the ramp, Matthews leans down and presses a button on the radio, the entrance music changes to Pretty Fly For A White Guy and the lighting suddenly switches with strobes and lasers flying everywhere at the top of the ramp. Matthews jumps out of the car and starts strutting towards the ring, Normandy calmly gets out, he adjusts the collar on his expensive suit and starts walking past the car, he stops to polish a spot. Matthews is by the ring now and throws his bandanna into the crowds then slides in the ring. Normandy removes his suit jacket and throws it over his shoulder, he walks the rest of the way to the ring GQ style with his eyebrows arched and a big shit eating grin on his mustached face. He brushes off each step then climbs them, he walks through the ropes then takes a hanger to flip his jacket on it, he hangs it on the ring post. He looks at Matthews doing an incredibly silly two step shuffle while blowing kisses and winking to the females in the audience. Normandy rolls up his sleeves and tries to talk strategy with his partner who's too busy dancing away to notice.

Duggan: The Premium Posse are set to make their EWC FN'R debut tonight against the veterans S.T.

Martinez: Should be a pretty good match eh Duggan?

Duggan: I think it definitely has the potential.

Chrqui: Their opponens, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 225 pounds... S.T.!

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

DING DING DING

Jamie and Jackie started this one out. They spent a few minutes hitting each other with various DDTs, suplexs and stiff strikes. Jamie got the edge after a rather brutal DDT and tagged out to Carter who came in like a bat out of hell. Carter got Jackie in a headlock and punched her over and over again in the face. Carter threw her into the ropes and on the rebound lifted her into a back-bodydrop but Jackie landed on her feet before giving Carter a stiff chop to the throat. Carter gasped for air and jammed his thumb in Jackie's eye. Jackie stumbled backwards and Psycho tagged in. 

Duggan: The opening minutes has been close.

Psycho took the bigger Carter down with a quick series of blinding fast elbow strikes. She then took it to ground and pound. Jamie rushed in and took-a-back before pulling Psycho into a quick German suplex! Psycho was spiked right on her head. Jackie leaped in with a moonsault that wiped Jamie out! Carter grabbed Jackie's hair and threw her out into her sisters! Psycho spun Carter around but Carter rolls forward and brings Psycho into a roll-up... and he had the tights... and his feet are on the rope! CMON REF ARE YOU BLIND?


ONE

TWO

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, pinfall... 

Before Chriqui could finish her sentace, The Premium Posse ran into the crowd while the Shieldmaiden's gave chase!!! 

Duggan: WELL, That was certainly a wild one.

Loydson: What the hell just happened.

Martinez: I uh... don't know.

Duggan: The Premium Posse are going to have to run like bats out of hell to get away from the Maidens.. But now we shift to other tag team matters as Brian Spade is backstage. 

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The cameras go backstage and the crowd lights up as Melody Malone walks down the hallway with a satisfied smirk on her face. She’s decked out in her ring gear, but not quite on her way to the ring just yet as she stops in front of the America’s Most Hated locker room. Before she can put her hand on the knob though, she sighs and pauses as the camera pans back to reveal Brian Spade standing by with a microphone in hand.

Spade: Melody, can I get a word?

Malone: That was five.

Spade doesn’t even register her remark, instead putting on his best ‘professional’ face as he turns toward the camera/

Spade: Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m standing by with one half of the former EWC Tag Team Champions, Melody Malone. First things first, what’s your condition coming out of the tag team tournament on episode #555 of Brawl? You were favoring your leg pretty heavily by the end of the tournament and… in fact… may have lost the tag team titles due to it.

Malone: Rest assured, I spoke to Delaney earlier today and everything checks out. I’m completely cleared to compete tonight. As far as the injury, there was concern that I might’ve managed a hairline fracture during our match with the Porter Company, but c’mon Spade… anyone who watched that tournament knows Iggy and I were put up against two teams that were probably older than the English monarchy. I’m fairly certain the only reason I was limping is because their bones have solidified into limestone at this point. And.. I might’ve been blacklisted by AARP after Iggy and I outright assaulted the old birds. Long story short - I’m fine. No fracture, just no cheaper car insurance when I get to be Scorpio’s age.

Spade: You certainly didn’t let them go without a fight, has there been any… dissension between America’s Most Hated after Dominic Sanders and Ace King won the tag team championships?

Melody scoffs, the smirk from earlier growing wider.

Malone: Please… if something like this were enough to fracture America’s Most Hated? We would have never made it this far as a team. We would’ve fallen apart when Cyrus and Dominic squared off for the Undisputed title. We would’ve imploded when I eliminated Dominic at the Rumble in Texas. See, Dominic keeps reminding everyone that we’re hated solely because of other’s jealousy. That’s the entire reason America’s Most Hated has continued to thrive. We don’t envy each other, we aren’t petty like that. I’m genuinely proud of Dominic, and Ace, for what they accomplished on Brawl.

As if on cue, there’s a mixed reaction ringside and Melody chuckles before holding up her hand.

Malone: HOWEVER… Ace and Dominic I’m sure are both well aware that Iggy and I had not one… but TWO successful title defenses as the tag team champions. And, as per the guarantees of our contract, that entitles us to a rematch. A rematch that doesn’t include running through the gamut of every other patchwork team the EWC can put together. A rematch.. That Delaney and I discussed earlier when we were in our meeting. In fact, I was just on my way she taps the locker room door to tell Iggy the news. We’re getting our rematch against Dominic and Ace, and it will be on July 3rd. Scars and Stripes, in Tokyo Japan.

To her surprise, Dominic Sanders answers the door with a smirk on his face.

Sanders: Oh, hey Mel! How’s it going? Surprised to see me?

Sanders shifts the Tag Team Championship up onto his shoulder, right in front of Melody’s face. Sanders winks at Malone.

Sanders: Now that I’m representing all brands with the Tag Team Championships, I figure the least I can do is come offer some moral support for Ace. He’s been through a lot, lately. But that’s beside the point. I’m not here to brag. I was just stopping to drop off a killer new Schecter Banshee for Iggy and this for you.

Sanders reaches out his hand and produces a jewelry box. He opens it up for Melody and reveals a beautiful pearl necklace.

Sanders: I figured since, ahem, Cyrus hasn’t been around to take care of you that I would help you out with some of the things you’ve been missing.

Sanders smirks at all of the innuendos as he grabs Cora by the hand. He begins to walk her out of their locker room as Melody stops him.

Malone: Hang on a sec… what

Sanders: No need to thank me. It’s nothing, really. I also wanted to come talk about something regarding our rematch at Scars and Stripes. Sanders winks at Melody. Word travels quickly.

Malone: You know, I was thinking… why don’t we up the ante? Anyone can have a regular ol’ title match. I think we should put something else on the line…

Melody looks from Dominic to Cora with a smirk.

Malone: That is… unless you’re worried the tag team titles won’t be the only thing you’ll lose?

Dominic laughs.

Sanders: Come on, Mel. You know I never worry about anything. If we lose, we lose. But upping the ante sounds like fun. What do you have in mind?

Malone: We’ll talk particulars later, wouldn’t be fair to Ace to start making bets without him. Just… keep an open mind.

With that, Melody gives Dominic and Cora a wink of her own before disappearing into the America’s Most Hated locker room and the cameras focus in on the name plate on the door before returning ringside.

A figure lurks backstage at Rampage, hood over his head as he strolls through the halls. As he turns a corner, the burly Jackson Gunner accidentally bumps the figure. Jackson turns to apologize when he sees the hood fall to reveal his Fantastic Beast tag team partner, Nikolai Holmes. Jackson is grinning from ear to ear, like he wants to give Nikolai a hug, but he knows better.

Gunner: I can’t believe you came to Rampage to support me!

Nikolai half grunts, half scoffs. Jackson turns to their manager, Aari Knox.

Gunner: Aari, you sly fox. Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?

Aari shrugs, twisting the edge of his sweet ‘stache, just as shocked as Jackson.

Knox: I didn’t know he was gonna be joining us Jackson.

Nikolai finally lets it out.

Holmes: I did not come here for you. I am not here to support you. I came to scout Ace King. Why do you think my hood was up before you barreled into me?

Jackson shakes his head in disbelief. Not sadness, he just doesn’t believ Nikolai.

Gunner: Sure sure buddy. I know you have one focus, and that’s your fancy schmancy Golden Renaissance.

Nikolai’s face begins to redden, his jaw clenched, hands clenched into fists.

Holmes: Once I have ridden myself of Stitches. I want to be the one to beat Ace King. Not pin someone else and take the title. I will beat Ace. Let me shadow loom over FSW.

Aari: Ace King is a damn fine competitor. It’s good you are here to witness him in action again. Keep ahead of the curve.

Holmes: All these other chumps talk about greatness and how they will become the greatest. They don’t put in the work. I know what it takes. I go that extra mile. That is why I will soon have gold on each shoulder.

Gunner: That’s the confidence I like to hear.

Gunner slaps his hands together then rubs them before slapping them together again.

Gunner: I am pumped. I’m ready to go get my first Win!

Holmes: See to it you do.

Gunner: Not a fan of long flights? Grumpy today.

With that, Nikolai can take no more. As he turns to leave, mutters.

Nikolai: Good luck

Gunner: Thanks buddy! Save us a seat for after the match

Jackson waves, Nikolai scoffs, and slightly cringes as he exits out of view. Jackson heads to the ring.

MATCH #2
THE BULLET Vs GUNNER Vs BANANA
(TRIPLE THREAT MATCH)
(REF: MIKE MICHAELSON)

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Duggan: Ladies and gentlemen, we were supposed to have a triple threat between The Bullet, Gunner and Hazama next but I regret to inform all that due to a death in Japan... Nezumi Hazama is taking a leave of absence. Us here at FNR which him and his family all the best in this trying time. 

Martinez: We have been told Yaya Banana has stepped up and will be subbing in for Nezumi tonight.

Duggan: Our competitors are already in the ring.

Chriqui: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, standing at 6'9" 375 pounds... JACKSON GUNNER! 

Jackson waves to the crowd.

Chriqui: Also in the ring... Standing at 5"5", 145 pounds... ALEX "BULET" CARBAJAL!

Alex is ready to go. 

DING DING DING

Alex quickly targeted Yaya and sent him flying out of the ring via a dropkick. Then she turned towards Jackson. Jackson attempted a clothesline but Alex ducked it and climbed up onto his back. She begin to ran down elbows. Jackson was busted open and stumbled backwards into a corner. Alex jumped onto the ropes and leaped off into a forearm strike! But Jackson caught her with his left hand around her throat. In one smooth motion he pulled her up onto his right shoulder and dropped her into a powerslam. Bullet rolled out of the ring. Yaya came running up on Jackson, but got caught by a clothesline that landed him on the back of his head. Jackson made the cover.. But Bullet kicked him in the back of his head! 

Duggan: An intense battle.

Bullet dragged Yaya up from behind, his arms crossed in front of him. She rip-cored him around and then smashed her elbow into his jaw. A tooth went flying as he feel like a sack of puppies. Bullet made the cover.. But Jackson dragged her off and threw her into the corner. Jackson made the cover.. But Bullet pulled him off. Bullet made the cover.. but Jackson pulled her off! 


Duggan: Who will pin Yaya first! 

Jackson got to his feet, Bullet leaped and tried to hit her trademark headbutt but Jackson caught her throat. Jackson lifted her up and dropped her hard on the mat with a chokeslam. Bullet's head hit HARD. Jackson dragged Yaya up into a suplex, lifted him and then turned it into a falling powerslam. GORILLA STRENGTH! COVER!


ONE

TWO

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, pinfall... JACKSON GUNNER!

Duggan: That was quite the interesting match-up...

Loydson: Quite a few of those tonight Duggan.

Martinez: Definitely.

Duggan: Don't you go anywhere!

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As Friday Night Rampage returns from commercial, there’s a decidedly mixed reaction from the Royal Albert Hall crowd as X-Division and Tag Team Champion Ace King sits in a chair, looking uncharacteristically nervous. After about 10 seconds of silence, the click of a door behind him jars him from his daze. Shortly thereafter, Rampage General Manager AC Delaney walks around the desk and takes her seat, looking less than pleased with the dual Champion.

AC Delaney: I assume you know why you’re here.

‘The Gambler’ wears a stonefaced expression, though he does bow his head slightly.

Ace King: Yeah, I have a pretty good idea.

Delaney’s expression remains unchanged as she stares a hole through him.

AC Delaney: For nearly four years, you’ve been the one to consistently carry the Friday Night Rampage flag with integrity and passion, and your impact here has been immeasurable. However, some of your recent comments were… What’s the nice way to say this… Abhorrent, and inconsistent with not only EWC’s values, but also your own. I can tell you have regrets over your choice of words, but they simply cannot go unpunished, especially considering what's happened in the aftermath.

All Ace can do is sit there and listen while Delaney maintains her stern complexion. After a few seconds, Delaney produces a document from under her desk and slides it across to Ace, whose eyes narrow as he scans the page.

AC Delaney: There are multiple components to your punishment: First, a fine of $300,000, which includes revoking the bonuses from your X-Division and Tag Team Championship victories this season. That money will go to the New York City Alliance Against Sexual Assault, for whom you are required to perform 40 hours of community service in their various centers. Finally…

Delaney looks Ace dead in the eyes, barely able to contain the disappointment as Ace sinks a bit lower in his chair.

AC Delaney: ...You’re suspended from partaking in Friday Night Rampage #470 in Houston, Texas in any capacity. None of these sanctions are negotiable, because frankly? You’re lucky you still have a job. Now, you have a match tonight, so get the hell out.

Ace stays in place for a moment, but Delaney doesn’t back down. Eventually, he gets to his feet and slowly shuffles out of the office, leaving Delaney to shake her head as we cut to. 

MATCH #3
LORELAI Vs KING
(NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH)
(REF: PIERCE PATTERSON)

Duggan: Welcome back to Friday Night Rampage. This next match is sure to keep you on the edge of your seats.

Martinez: Relative newcomer Lorelai takes on one of the most-established superstars in EWC history in Ace King.

Loydson: My new hero, Ace King! I didn’t know the guy had the balls in him to say…

Martinez: Stop, Phillip. We don’t need it repeated.

Duggan: Oh lord. For those of you wondering, Ace King recently had some words in a video package that did not fall on deaf ears. The incident sent a lot of folks into ... well, they weren't happy.

Loydson: It was a tizzy. Call it what it was!

Martinez: But we aren’t going to focus on that right now. The company is still sorting some things out. Aftershocks, if you will. Instead, let’s go to Emmanuelle in the ring.

Chriqui: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall!

Electrical discharge is heard and the lights go out. Emmanuelle Chriqui quickly vacates the ring. 'Come With Me (Instrumental)’ by Xandria plays over the PA System. Images flash on the viewers’ screen of various stills of horror shots of Lorelai. She slowly walks down the ramp, bathed in a red spotlight, head twitching, teeth chattering.

Chriqui: Introducing first… from Parts Unknown… LORELAI!

She slithers into the ring, blood flowing down her face from her mouth, her hair is wet, her eye makeup has run down her cheeks, the embodiment of sorrow, sitting in the corner, playing with her hair in the fetal position.

Martinez: This girl gives me the creeps, guys.

Duggan: I’m not one to be freaked out by much, but this chick is definitely twisted.

Loydson: …….I kinda like her!

Martinez: You would.

Duggan: The question tonight is: will she be able to come away with a huge upset over the incomparable Ace King after winning in her debut match two weeks ago against Carter Normandy and Broseph?

Martinez: Hard to say. She was very impressive, but this is Ace King we are talking about here.

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

The crowd hears Lemmy's growl and the opening bass line to 'Ace of Spades' rips through The Royal Albert Hall. 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: And her opponent… Making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds... He is the EWC X-Division Champion and one half of the EWC Tag Team Champions... THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!

There's a huge explosion as the guitar kicks in, and the crowd gives an uncharacteristically mixed reaction as the one and only Ace King rises from a platform through the smoke of the pyro and into the spotlights. He's got a look on his face of determination mixed with a hint of apprehension as he soaks in the less-than-favorable reaction from the crowd. 'The Gambler' stays on a knee, taking the titles down to look at them for a few seconds. He takes a deep breath and walks to the ring, calmly avoiding fans who are jeering him but making sure to acknowledge those who are cheering him all the way down the ramp.

He stops for a couple of 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 championships up for all to see. Once he hands the belts to the referee, he gets his game face on while staring a hole through Lorelai. The people who are not pleased with him continue to boo as loudly as they can.

Duggan: Guys, some of these people are not very happy.

Martinez: Understandably. Ace King has a lot of work to do if he wants to restore his image.

Loydson: Look. The guy is a dual-Champion right now. He can do whatever he wants. And if he wants to say…

“War Machine” begins playing throughout The Royal Albert Hall. A huge chorus of boos reigns down as Dominic Sanders steps out from the back in a grey suit. He smirks cockily as he starts to walk down the ring with the EWC Tag Team Championship strapped to his waist. Cora Whittaker follows behind closely holding the Indy Championship on her shoulder.

Loydson: This night keeps getting better and better!

Martinez: What the heck is this guy doing out here? 

Duggan: Well, he certainly has earned the right in being a part of the Diamond Dogs. But it also appears that he’s got something to say. He’s got the microphone from Emmanuelle.

Sanders walks up the steps and into the ring as the music dies down. Cora stays on the outside. Sanders walks over to Ace, who asks him “What are you doing?” Sanders smirks and pats Ace on the shoulder before raising the microphone to his lips.

Sanders: Listen to you fucking hypocrites.

Large chorus of boos.

Sanders: You guys have come out to watch Ace King perform every other week for a few years and have been his biggest fans for forever! And then he has one slip up… he says ONE unfavorable thing… and you guys crucify his ass over it.

Sanders shakes his head. Ace starts to walk towards him but Sanders puts his hand up to stop Ace.

Sanders: Ace, please. I got this. You people are fucking hypocrites because you all live your lives pretending to be perfect when you know you’re not. You act as if you’ve never made a mistake or said something that you regret. This man has given his blood, sweat, and tears for YOU! And the moment he has a mental fart and slips up ONE TIME you turn your backs on him. Get the fuck off of your high horses! Nothing is unforgivable. Ace King is still the man you’ve all grown to love and the man that I grew to hate for a long time. He is still the man that we have all grown to respect because of who he is, what he stands for, and what he has done! But he is also human. You fucking people should be ashamed of yourself. Boo me all you want. I don’t give a shit. React however you want when the Diamond Dogs come out because of me but when Ace King performs… you show him some goddamn respect because he has earned it!

Sanders tosses the microphone out of the ring as he steps out. He walks over to the announce table and sits next to Grizzly Duggan and tosses on a headset.

Duggan: Well, Dominic. Joining us for this match?

Sanders: You bet your ass I am.

Martinez: Dominic, how can you come out here and call these people hypocrites?! You’ve done some very questionable stuff in your time here!

Sanders: And never once have I batted an eye at it! I know what I’ve done, Javier. I suggest you keep your mouth shut. The fact of the matter is that I don’t exactly condone what Ace said in that video a couple of weeks ago, but I also know that Ace King is not THAT man. He was speaking under a lot of stress and the moment got to him. Not an excuse, it’s just what happened! Ace is going to deal with the repercussions of his actions when that time comes. But for these people, who have stood behind him for YEARS, to turn their backs on him… that doesn’t sit well with me. I know for a fact that the man made his apologies. He knows he did wrong. End of story.

DING DING DING

The match started off slower than we expected. Lorelai slithered around the ring for a bit as Ace tried to get a feel for her and for the environment. Finally, Lorelai got to her feet and stalked towards Ace. Ace drove his right fist into her left ear, but it didn’t phase Lorelai one bit. She just continued to stalk him.

Duggan: Well that was interesting.

Martinez: Lorelai just ate one of those strikes and it didn’t even affect her!

Sanders: This is just the beginning. This crazy lunatic is probably operating off of adrenaline at this point. Sooner or later, she will not be able to withstand the offense that the Gambler brings.

This caught Ace off-guard a bit and she went onto the attack. She backed him into the corner and unleashed a fury of kicks into his legs, midsection, and upper body. Before Ace could recover at all, Lorelai climbed the turnbuckles and then bent over, biting Ace squarely on the bridge of the nose. Referee Pierce Patterson started a five count. Lorelai broke it and descended the buckle by four and a half.

Duggan: Ace’s nose is bleeding. I think this young lady took a chunk out of the bridge of his nose.

Loydson: This is detestable. Disqualify her!

Sanders: Blatantly injuring her opponent. If it was anybody other than Ace, I might be inclined to give her a standing ovation. But, instead, I worry that Ace now has rabies.

As Patterson was admonishing her, Ace recovered in the corner. Cora, who was at ringside watching, offered him a wet wipe but he politely declined. Lorelei came back on the attack, but Ace reversed her attacks and whipped her hard into the corner chest-first. She bounced back and Ace hit her with a German suplex. He bridged it, but only got a two count. As both competitors got to their feet, Ace stayed on the offensive. He swept her legs out from under her and attempted to go for the House of Cards. However, Lorelai used her legs to shove Ace back into the corner hard, his head smacking the top turnbuckle.

Duggan: Ouch. That one looked painful.

Martinez: Lorelai could really turn this one around, here.

Sanders: Not a chance.

Lorelai got up to her feet and stared at Ace. She then bit her tongue, breaking the tissue and causing her tongue to start bleeding.

Loydson: What a sick, twisted, sexy woman!

Duggan: Are you… are you turned on right now?

Sanders: We don’t kink-shame, Grizzly.

Lorelai went in for the kiss, but Ace was able to shove her away before she could do anything about it. Lorelai then spit the blood right into Ace’s face. This made Ace a bit angry and he charged her with a fury of fists. He then lifted her up and dropped her with the Blackjack Bomb and covered her.

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TWO!!
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DING DING DING

Chriqui: Here is your winner… ACE KING!

Sanders: Just as we all expected. And she just learned a lesson. Don’t piss off the Gambler. But I guess a lot of folks have learned that lesson in the last two weeks, right?

Sanders smirks and removes his headset. He grabs Cora’s hand and they begin to walk towards the back. They nod at Ace King and give him some applause before disappearing up the ramp. Ace grabs the X-Division and Tag Team Championships.

Duggan: A great effort by Lorelai. She will definitely be a force to be reckoned with.

Martinez: She sure is an enigma.

MATCH #4
MILENKO Vs MALONE
(SINGLES MATCH)
(REF: PIERCE PATTERSON)

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Duggan: Welcome back to ringside everyone, where things are about to take a turn towards the dark side, as the strange and sinister Milenko goes one on one with Melody Malone.

Loydson: Malone made it pretty clear this match was beneath her, and I have to agree. What the hell has this idiot done to deserve a match this high on the card?

Martinez: If I've learned anything in this business, it's that you can never take anyone for granted. Malone has learned that lesson the hard way a couple times now, so she needs to be fully focused on the task at hand.

Duggan: Well, we're about to find out if she is or not.

Chriqui: The following match is scheduled for one-fall. Introducing first, formerly representing the Dark Carnival, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty 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: Milenko looking a bit more focused since the last time we saw him.

Loydson: How? The fact he can walk in a straight line? Not exactly a high bar to set for a so-called professional athlete.

Martinez: I heard a few crewmen from the back say he seemed like something snapped after that loss back on Brawl. I don't know what's going through his head, but Malone should probably be ready for anything.

Duggan: Malone's a former Undisputed Champion. She knows how to keep her eyes on the prize.

Chrqui: And his opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing in at one-hundred and forty-eight pounds, The Queen of EWC ... 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 comes out from backstage, head held high as she comes down the entrance ramp. Melody climbs into the ring, giving the crowd a sarcastic smile as she prepares for her match.

DING DING DING

Milenko starts things off early, rushing Malone and chop blocking the front of her knee. As Malone gets to her feet, he drops a pointed elbow to the back of her neck, then picks her up into a knee lift and throws her to the corner, using his size to his advantage. Grabbing the rope for leverage, he stomps Malone down to the canvas, then presses his boot to her throat with a choke. The referee orders him away, but he holds it for a count of four. Reaching down, he pulls Melody up and pulls her into a short-arm lariat, then tries for a knee drop, but she rolls away. Getting to her feet, Malone flips over him with a neck whip, then rolls to her feet and jumps onto the ropes for a springboard moonsault. She hooks the leg, but only gets a one count before Milenko shoves her off. Malone gets to her feet and drops a leg across Milenko’s face, then stands and hits the ropes, coming off with a somersault senton onto his ribs. Milenko clutches his gut and rolls to his knees, but Malone catches him with a basement dropkick, sending him rolling out to the apron. Dazed, Milenko uses the ropes to pull himself up and Malone walks over, looking to hip toss him back into the ring, but Milenko jams a thumb in her eye without the referee noticing. He then sets her up for a vertical suplex and falls all the way down to the floor.

Duggan: Whoa!

Loydson: What did I tell you?! Malone wasn't ready for this kind of opponent!

Martinez: Uhh...

Duggan: Whatever you say, Phil, but you're not wrong about Malone being caught off-guard that time. Both competitors out on the floor as Patterson starts the ten count.

Malone arches in pain, as Milenko lays motionless on the floor, only to sit up without warning. A crazed grin spreads over his face as he gets to his feet and grabs Malone by the hair. Pulling her up, he turns and whips her into the steps, causing Melody to flip over and land on her back. In the ring, Patterson is at the five count, prompting Milenko to roll in and break it, only to roll back out again. A few ringside fans boo, but he ignores them as he circles around to follow Malone. Using the apron, Melody gets to her feet just as Milenko approaches. Malone suddenly grabs him and runs him face-first into the post. As he staggers back, Melody grabs him by the head and kicks off the apron, flipping over into the Royal Treatment. Milenko collapses to the floor, clutching his head as Melody slowly pulls herself up. Shaking out her knee, she reaches down and pulls Milenko up, rolling him into the ring and following behind. She covers and hooks the leg, but Milenko is able to kick out at two. Malone gets to her feet and moves to the corner, climbing up onto the second rope and diving off with a foot stomp, but Milenko picks his boot up, jarring Malone’s jaw and sending her staggering back into the corner. Slowly sitting up, Milenko gets to his feet and backs up, measuring Malone before crushing her with a corner clothesline, then pulling her out into a spinning spinebuster that flattens her on the canvas. He rolls into a cover, but Malone is somehow able to kick out at two.

Howling in frustration, Milenko gets to his feet and kneels down to grab a handful of Malone’s hair, screaming unintelligibly into her face that he MUST beat her. He then backs up and motions for her to rise. Malone slowly rolls to her side and onto her knees, prompting Milenko to go for Hell’s Pit, but Malone falls back at the last second and kicks out his knee, dropping Milenko face-first into the mat. As Milenko slowly pushes him up, Malone scrambles to get to her feet and hook his head, snapping backward with the Nightmare Fuel and hooking the leg for the three count.

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall, in -I'll do this... MELODY MALONE!

Duggan: And the Queen retains her crown!

Loydson: That's a cheap shot, attacking a man's knee like that! That's how you end someone's career!

Martinez: To say nothing of the five or six times Milenko tried to do the same.

Duggan: Hard fought no matter how you slice it. Hell of a contest between these two, but there's still more action to come, so don't go anywhere people, we'll be right back.

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MATCH #5
HYPERION Vs THE TITANESS
(NON TITLE SINGLES MATCH)
(REF: TOYO YASAHIRO)

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Duggan: Our newly crowned United States Champion will be taking on Mag Hyperion in our next bout.

Loydson: Always lovely to see Sam.

Martinez: See her wrestle?

Loydson: No, just see her.

Duggan: It's that son of a bitch Vs The Titaness. And it's sure to be good.

Chriqui: The following singles match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, from Toronto Ontario Canada. The Son of a Bitch, Mag Hyperion!

'Hair of the dog' – Guns N Roses blasts while Mag emerges from the back and heads to the ring. 

Duggan: Mag is all business.

Loydson: A mag full of blanks if you ask me.

Martinez: What?

Duggan: I am really not sure...

Chriqui: His opponent, from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds, she is one of the members of the Shieldmaidens MC. She is the United States Champion ... Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton!!

As the actual lyrics of 'You're Going Down' by Sick Puppies begins playing, the Titaness saunters down the ramp. Walking beside her is her husband, Joseph "Orion" Hunter. Over her shoulder(s) is the United States Championship. A sense of determination and resolve can always be found in her eyes. Despite wearing a more stern and serious expression, she's not one to ignore any fans or supporters. Every now and again, she'll give a wave or slight smirk. More often than not, however, the Titaness will stick to her more serious and stoic look.



When she finally gets in front of the ropes, the Titaness will usually slip through the middle and top ropes. From time to time, however, she will opt to simply step over the top ropes.

DING DING DING

Sam was quick to rush the much bigger man. A tale as old as wrestling itself, the smaller person ducking and weaving the bigger blows. She was mostly focused on Mag's legs, aiming low for her typical body kicks. Sam ducked a clothesline and lunged into a spear on the back of Mag's left leg, bringing him to a knee. Sam was quick to her feet but the son of a bitch pulled her onto his shoulder and hit a quick powerslam! Sam rolled over to avoid the Drunk Stomp. She got back to her feet and lunged into another spear, but Mag just used one hand to pull her up and over with a back-bodydrop. Sam landed hard on her back. She got back to her feet and found herself victim of a spinebuster. Her back has taken a lot of damage! 

Duggan: Mag has found his mark and he is going all in.

Loydson: I volunteer to give Sam a massage later.

Mag placed a meaty hand upon Sam's throat and lifted her into the air with a one handed Gorilla press. He lowered her and raised her again for a rep. He went for it again but Sam countered it into a DDT! The big man crashed with massive impact as the entire ring shook. Sam got to her feet but fell to a knee as her back gave out. Mag lunged forwards off his own knees and caught Sam with a massive clothesline! Sam was spun backwards and landed right on the back of her head! The force of the impact flipped her up onto her feet and she slammed into a corner. She stumbled out right into the arms of Mag who hoisted her and dropped her with a mighty powerslam. COVER! 


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TWO

THRE... NO!! SAM KICKED OUT!!!

Mag dragged Sam to the center of the ring and lifted his boot to stomp the back of her head.. but Sam rolled over last second and avoided the huge stomp! The recoil shot up Mag's leg and he had to take a step back, Sam kicked him in his other knee! Mag's knee buckled and he fell to a knee. Sam rolled up and grabbed Mag in a double underhook with his head positioned between her legs. She leaped backwards and pulled the big man face first into the canvas. Wrath Of The Titans! Sam screamed in agony as the recoil shot through her back. She made a dead weight cover. 


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TWO

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... SAMANTHA THE TITANESS HAMILON!

Duggan: Big win for The Titaness here tonight.

Loydson: Her first FN'R win as United States Champion. YOU GO GAL!

Martinez: An impressive match, but her back will be feeling this for awhile.

Duggan: That one is a certainty. Well don't go anywhere folks. Main event time next.

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SCORPIO Vs ??
(NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH)
(REF: TOYO YASAHIRO)

Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your Friday Night Rampage MAAAAAAI—

Before Chriqui can finish “Hail To The Chief/Iconic” blasts out and the crowd immediately begin to boo. An angry-looking Scorpio steps out from the back, his Union Jack/Star-Spangled Banner coat waving behind him, the Undisputed Championship glinting around his waist. The crowd’s heat increases as he walks with purpose down the ramp, and behind him Crème de la Crème and The President’s Men step out from the curtain to follow him…

Duggan: The Undisputed Champion cutting off the introduction of this main event, and he looks like a man on a mission.

Martinez: Two weeks ago he came out for a main event with two championships, and left again with just one. We’ve seen Crème de la Crème appear on EWC television to cancel the planned Undisputed Championship defence against Lavender, but this is the first time anyone’s seen the champion himself!

Loydson: That’s Mr President Champion to you, Javier…

Martinez: I’m not sure this London crowd appreciate their hometown boy calling himself a US President!

Scorpio demands Chriqui’s microphone and The President’s Men stare the announcer down and close in around her before she surrenders it to the 46th President of The United States. He looks around the arena as the crowd continue to boo, and a small chant of “Samantha’s Gonna Get Ya!” breaks out causing his face to twist into a sneer. Crème rests a supportive hand on her client’s arm before he raises the microphone.

Scorpio: If you think for one second that I give a flying fuck what any of you dirty little pieces of gutter-scum are saying THEN THINK AGAIN. Cheer all you want as That Whore sends her eerily child-like husband into the ring to distract me and steal my United States Championship. Boo all you like as we end That Dumb Bitch’s hopes and dreams of an Undisputed Championship match. SAY WHATEVER THE HELL YOU LIKE PEOPLE, IT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACTS THAT I AM THE GREATEST WRESTLER IN THE WORLD, I AM THE 46TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, I AM THE EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION, AND NOBODY IN THIS PLACE CAN HOLD A CANDLE TO ME…

Naturally the boos continue in earnest.

Scorpio: I suppose that goes some way to explaining why Sarah Roberts has disappeared from London ahead of our main event showdown…

Some of the boos from the crowd quieten down as the fans seem to be uncertain of what The S-Factor said. He raises an eyebrow as he looks around the Royal Albert Hall.

Scorpio: Oh yes, I bet you were all gagging to see the Deerfield Destroyer use her MMA background to take me down. I’m sure each and every one of you were desperate to see another mediocre woman doing her best to defeat the most fabulous competitor in EWC history. Well… I’m sorry to disappoint you all… but it would seem Sarah and Delilah have done their best Thelma and Louise impression and disappeared off the side of a cliff rather than face what was coming their way. Alas I cannot blame them, if I were supposed to be taking me on I think I would have escaped at the first opportunity too.

Loydson: I always knew that Sarah Roberts was a coward! Good riddance I say!

Martinez: Are we sure they left of their own accord? Or has this rapidly-growing group of people loyal to this so-called President got something to do with it?

Loydson: Whatever you’re insinuating is nothing short of treason how dare you.

Scorpio grins widely as the fans boo some more and The Undisputed Championship reaches into the inner pockets of his long coat pulling out one of Sarah Roberts’ signature Salt and Blood Combat towels. He mops his brow with it, his grin widening by the second as the fans boo even louder. Eventually he blows his nose on the towel and tosses it into the front row of the crowd before raising his microphone – only for “Girlfight” to hit the speakers! The 46th President frowns as The President’s Men make their way onto the ramp to defend their leader as Mean Girlz step out from the back. The crowd aren’t quite sure what to make of this appearance as Gretchen and Regina make their way down the ramp, and as they reach Scorpio’s four bodyguards the Undisputed Champion signals to let them through. He and Crème look to one another with confusion as Mean Girlz hit the ring, Gretchen being handed a microphone by one of the ringside attendants.

Gretchen: We couldn’t help but hear your little s—

Scorpio: Ok so one, who the fuck are you two; and two, what the fuck do you think you’re doing interrupting me?

Regina: Well we’re Mean G—

Scorpio: Oh, no honey, I don’t actually care. All that matters is that for some ungodly reason a pair of show-opening nobodies have found themselves in my main event ring. Now there’s two options here: either one…

He eyes the two members of Mean Girlz up and down first.

Scorpio: … or more likely both of you have some sort of brain damage and you’ve jumped the gun on your after-show Make-A-Wish meet and greet; or for some ungodly reason you two are spoiling for a fight?

Regina: That’s why we’re out here… if your one opponent has bailed on you, then why not take on two instead?

Gretchen and Regina hold a fighting pose as The Undisputed Champion eyes them up and down, before he turns to Crème – and immediately bursts out laughing! The drag queen joins him, the pair doubled-over in tears as their bodies shake with each guffaw. Mean Girlz look put out at this response as they stare Scorpio down.

Scorpio: I’m sorry darlings, but seriously?

Gretchen: Yes.

Scorpio: Really?!

Regina: Yes!

Scorpio: You genuinely want to take me on?

Mean Girlz: YE—

Before they can finish together the Undisputed Champion strikes, blasting Gretchen with a superkick before he spins and lands a roundhouse on Regina. He disrobes his flowing coat and throws it, and the Undisputed Championship, to Crème before stalking the two members of Mean Girlz as they get to their feet. Gretchen is the first to stumble up and Scorpio runs off the ropes, driving her down with the Glitterazi lariat, and as he pushes himself up he finds himself ac to face with Regina. To her credit she throws a shot and Scorpio ducks it, driving a knee into her gut and hooking her for the Paparazzi Flash, his ranhei! He smirks and blows kisses to the crowd before pulling both members of Mean Girlz to their feet and leaping – DRIVING THEM DOWN WITH A DOUBLE AGR, TAKING BOTH DOWN AT ONCE!

Martinez: Mean Girlz are a naïve and new team to this company, this is a wholly unnecessary display! You’ve made your damn point Scorpio!

Duggan: … though it looks like the Undisputed Champion isn’t done yet.

Scorpio shouts at The President’s Men to get in the ring and drag the knocked-out tag team to their feet, before taking the Undisputed Championship from Crème. Two of The President’s Men drag Gretchen up and irish whip her towards The S-Factor – WHERE HE BLASTS HER IN THE FACE WITH THE UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP, BUSTING HER OPEN! He grins before tossing the title to Crème, not done yet. The other two of his bodyguards drag Regina up and Scorpio grabs her arm and twists, placing the heel of his Louboutin boot at her throat – AND DROPS BACK INTO THE HEEL TURN! With both women laid out he has The President’s Men drag them side by side before he stands on them, a boot on each of Mean Girlz, and raises the Undisputed Championship above his head.

Loydson: Well Mean Girlz wanted to see if the champ could take on two at once, and Mr President has proven he can do that and then some! He may have just ended their damn careers for that interruption!

Martinez: … a disgusting display…

The Undisputed Champion climbs off of his two victims and orders their unconscious bodies to be dragged out the ring by The President’s Men as EMTs come down to attend them. Scorpio is given a microphone once more and he finds a ringside camera, fixing it with a gaze.

Scorpio: … two mediocre women who felt emboldened enough to come and interrupt the 46th President of The United States during an address… I wonder where they got that idea? Samantha Hamilton, baby, their blood is on your hands. If you’d just stayed in your fucking lane and kept your bitch mouth shut these two young women wouldn’t have earned themselves a Louboutin heel down their throats. Two weeks ago you made the biggest mistake you could; through sheer luck and happenstance you made the EWC think I’m beatable, and now one by one they’re going to have a go, and one by one I’m going to have fucking destroy them until they get back in line and learn just who they’re dealing with… now… as for you…

He smirks.

Scorpio: Last Rampage you did the unthinkable. You beat the odds. You proved them all wrong. Bravo, well done, what a moment! I have news for you Titaness… lightning doesn’t strike twice. You may have overcome the odds once, but at Scars and Stripes my United States Championship is coming home. Enjoy my title while you still have it… in just six weeks’ time you’re back to being just another dull Shieldmaiden…

The Undisputed Champion blows a kiss into the camera before “Hail To The Chief/Iconic” hits the speakers once more. Scorpio raises his title high as The President’s Men and Crème de la Crème flank him in the ring, and EMTs wheel Mean Girlz to the back. The camera pans down to a smug-looking Scorpio with his title on his shoulder…

Duggan: Well folks we’ve had another action-packed Friday Night here in London, and what an announcement to finish on – Samantha Hamilton will be defending her United States Championship against the man she beat for it in just six weeks’ time at Scars and Stripes! That gives us two title matches at Scars and Stripes and I have been told I can tell you... Those two matches are the ONLY matches being announced.

Martinez: What?

Duggan: THAT'S RIGHT! The rest of the card will be a mystery until the night of the show! There will be mystery opponents, mystery stipulations and much more for the rest of Scars & Stripes! You can expect a formal press release soon, as well as more information on the now vacant International Championship. But for those of us here on FN'R, I'm Grizzly Duggan and have a good night.

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SEGMENT WRITERS

SCORPIO NIKOLAI
HOLMS/JACKSON GUNNER
MELODY MALONE/DOMINIC SANDERS
ACE KING
DOMINIC SANDERS

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: FN'R

MATCH TWO
WRITER: #fnr

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: David Miller

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: FN'R

MATCH SIX | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Russ (Scorpio)


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RECAP OF WINNERS

TAG TEAM MATCH
PREMIUM POSSE Vs S.T.
WINNER(S): PREMIUM POSSE
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TRIPLE THREAT
BULLET Vs GUNNER Vs YAYA BANANA
WINNER(S): JACKSON GUNNER PINNED BANANA

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SINGLES MATCH
LORELAI Vs KING
WINNER(S): KING

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SINGLES MATCH
MILENKO Vs MALONE
WINNER(S): MALONE

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SINGLES MATCH
HYPERION Vs TITANESS
WINNER(S): TITANESS

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HANDICAP MATCH
MEAN GIRLZ Vs SCORPIO
WINNER(S): SCORPIO

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: SCORPIO
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: MILENKO VS MALONE

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