Post by FN'R on Oct 23, 2020 21:33:42 GMT -6
WARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event...
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AND YOUNGBLOOD II GO HOME SHOW
AND YOUNGBLOOD II GO HOME SHOW
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EPISODE 476
OCTOBER 23RD 2020
OCTOBER 23RD 2020
LIVE! From The Amalie Arena in Tampa, Florida
EWC RAMPAGE
10.23.2020
Live From The Amalie Arena in Tampa, Florida
Commentators -
Play-By-Play: Javier Martinez
Color: Phillip Loydson
Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui
Head Ref: Toyo Yasahiro
Assistant Refs: Mike Michaelson & Pierce Patterson
Backstage Help: Bryan Spade
10.23.2020
Live From The Amalie Arena in Tampa, Florida
Commentators -
Play-By-Play: Javier Martinez
Color: 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.
{EAT A D*CK MELODY MALODER!}
{SCORPIO IS MY FAVORITE}
{WOOOOOOOOOO IGGY'S THIGHS!}
{SDRAWKCAB SI NGIS YM}
{THE GUY BEHIND ME CANNOT SEE}
{HI DAD, I STOLE YOUR CAR}
FN'R!!!
FN'R!!!
FN'R!!!
FN'R!!!
The camera flashes back to the MacTron which shows the current FN'R roster... Ace King, Alex Carbajal, Alexander Shaw, Armenian Beast, Autumn Raven, Broseph Bio, Carter Normandy, Dalilah Ashe, Iggy Swango, Jackie Layton, Jackson Gunner, Lorelai, Melody Malone, Melon Club, Milenko, Modern Crypt, Ryo Hazama, Phoenix Winterborn, Samantha Hamilton, Samuel McPherson, Saoirse Maguire and Scorpio.
The MacTron flips back to Ryo Hazama holding his United States Championship high. He winks.
And then the camera cuts over to the commentary desk, Omar Martinez and Phil Loydson are both sitting.
"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.
{EAT A D*CK MELODY MALODER!}
{SCORPIO IS MY FAVORITE}
{WOOOOOOOOOO IGGY'S THIGHS!}
{SDRAWKCAB SI NGIS YM}
{THE GUY BEHIND ME CANNOT SEE}
{HI DAD, I STOLE YOUR CAR}
FN'R!!!
FN'R!!!
FN'R!!!
FN'R!!!
The camera flashes back to the MacTron which shows the current FN'R roster... Ace King, Alex Carbajal, Alexander Shaw, Armenian Beast, Autumn Raven, Broseph Bio, Carter Normandy, Dalilah Ashe, Iggy Swango, Jackie Layton, Jackson Gunner, Lorelai, Melody Malone, Melon Club, Milenko, Modern Crypt, Ryo Hazama, Phoenix Winterborn, Samantha Hamilton, Samuel McPherson, Saoirse Maguire and Scorpio.
The MacTron flips back to Ryo Hazama holding his United States Championship high. He winks.
And then the camera cuts over to the commentary desk, Omar Martinez and Phil Loydson are both sitting.
Martinez: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another exciting episode of Friday Night Rampage. We are on the road to WrestleFest, but on the way we have our last stop before YoungBLood II!
Loydson: Yes, those rookies get their chance to show how much they absolutely suck.
Martinez: Well you are already awfully pleasant tonight!
Loydson: Didn't have my late evening gin. Sue me ass nose. And even worse, Ace King is back in the main event. Egads.
Martinez: I am not sure what is wrong with that. I think we have a great card tonight too!
Loydson: It's okay. Now quit yelling. I have a reverse hang-over.
Martinez: Well folks, while Loydson continues his whining, we will be right back!!!
Loydson: Yes, those rookies get their chance to show how much they absolutely suck.
Martinez: Well you are already awfully pleasant tonight!
Loydson: Didn't have my late evening gin. Sue me ass nose. And even worse, Ace King is back in the main event. Egads.
Martinez: I am not sure what is wrong with that. I think we have a great card tonight too!
Loydson: It's okay. Now quit yelling. I have a reverse hang-over.
Martinez: Well folks, while Loydson continues his whining, we will be right back!!!
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Friday Night Rampage returns from commercial, and we find ourselves outside the back entrance of Amalie Arena. All is quiet, save for a few choice footsteps just out of the picture. However, it’s not long before Ace King emerges to a decent cheer from the Tampa audience, a determined look on his face as he sports a Brad Richards #19 Tampa Bay Lightning t-shirt. He’s all business as he makes his way through the backstage area, though it’s not long before Brian Spade tracks ‘The Gambler’ down, much to his dismay.
Spade: Ace, a couple quick questions for you?
King: I’ll hold you to the quick part… Fire away.
Spade: Right, right… First up, what’s your take on United States Champion Ryo Hazama calling you out for a match on the upcoming Friday Night Rampage season finale?
Ace is relatively unamused by the question, shooting a slight glare in Spade’s direction.
King: He’s sure a slick one, isn’t he? I’d like to think that four-plus years of consistency here would be enough to prove I’m not one to duck a challenge, and I don’t see that changing any time soon. Who knows, maybe I’ll book a trip to Halifax to offer a proper answer…
There’s a buzz in the crowd following Ace’s response, his stare still intense as Spade clears his throat.
Spade: But before any of that, you have Dominic Sanders tonight, likely for the last time-
Ace gently holds up a hand to silence Spade, his expression softening into a thin smile.
King: Thank God you actually asked about something relevant… Not enough of that these days. Anyway, yes, Dominic… Rival… Contemporary… Friend… Brother… All accurate portrayals, among other things. It’s weird to see him retiring, because for everything he’s done, I feel like he has more to give. That said, I respect his decision to go out on his own terms, and to think he wanted this match, I take that as an honour.
Ace’s thin smile remains, though his eyebrow arches ever so slightly as he focuses back in on Spade.
King: But here’s the thing: All those terms I used to describe Dominic Sanders… Those are all things that make me fight even harder, and it’s all out of respect. That was the genesis of the Diamond Dogs, after all, and despite what anybody said at the time, it was a legitimate bond, and will always be that way. He’s one of the best of this generation, and regardless of what anybody thinks, he’s earned every last bit of his success. THAT is why I look at him the way I do, THAT is why our matches always push the boundaries of what's possible and get people talking… and THAT is why I’m going to throw absolutely everything I have at him one last time tonight. Bet On It.
With that, Ace turns and heads off in the other direction, striding with a quiet confidence as Spade is left to watch.
MATCH #1
The Bass Brothers Vs Gabrielle Visconty & Saidie Sharpe
(TAG TEAM MATCH)
(Ref: Mike Michaelson)
Martinez: Let’s get right down to it partner with our first match of the night! We’ve got some tag team action coming your way as the Bass Brothers take on the team of rampages own Gabrielle Visconty and coming over from Prime the niece of the new Undisputed champion Jordan Sharpe... Saidie Sharpe! This is a hell of a way to kick off the night.
Loydson: Meh. It’s going to be a straight forward victory for the bass brothers as much as it pains me to say. Gabrielle is the only person in the history of the EWC who let a fleshlight eliminate her from the rumble and if Saidie Sharpe is anything like her uncle then I don’t hold out much hope for her. The Sharpe family gene is oozing with failure.
Martinez: Wow hold on a minute here! First off a fleshlight did not eliminate Gabrielle from the rumble and the Sharpe family has an Undisputed champion in it! I think Saidie and Gabrielle will do just fine tonight. You are in a bit of a grumpy mood tonight.
Loydson: Jordan Sharpe got lucky on PRIME! Wait till the clown gets a hold of him. It’s gonna be Sayonara to Sharpes wrestling career. Anyway I don’t like it when one of our own beings riff raff from inferior brands over to the number one show in the EWC. What’s Gabi thinking? She still stinks of Brawl... I can smell her from here. As for the bass brothers, who calls there kids Dan and Stan? I bet that took there parents all of five seconds to come up with those mediocre names, probley to busy drinking moonshine and kissing each other’s cousins to care. I’m sure they’ve got webbed feet. Handymen indeed, handy at sucking the life out of everything they touch! HA!
Chriqui: The following match is scheduled for one fall Introducing first, from Auston Texas,weighing in at a combined weight of 565 pounds, Handyman Dan and Stan.... THE BASS BROTHERS!!!!
'Hard Workin Man’ by Brooks & Dunn plays as the Bass Brothers make there way out to the ring.
Chriqui: And there opponents, from Honolulu, Hawaii and Toronto, Ontario, Canada... GABRIELLE VISCONTY and SADIE SHARPE!!!!
I Am The Fire by Halestorm plays Gabi makes her way out onto the ramp. The Greatest by Sia hits as Sadie Sharpe makes her way out and the two walk down the ramp towards the ring.
DING DING DING
Dan gets into the ring first for his team and Sharpe for hers. Dan starts pacing from side to side and clapping loudly as he tries to whip the crowd into a frenzy. Sharpe seems to acknowledge this as she nods in respect before going straight for him. As they lock up Dan overpowers Sharpe and goes for a knee lift but as he picks her up she catches him with a quick kick to the face. Dan drops Sharpe, she lands on her feet and immediately sprints off of the ropes and back at the handyman, she leaps towards him but Dan is ready for it and he throws his arm at her catching her across the throat in mid air with a hard clothesline. Sharpe somersaults in the air and lands on her head.
Dan pulls Sharpe towards his corner and tags in Stan. Stan picks Dan up and with Sharpe still laying flat on the mat he drops his brother straight on top of her. As Dan rolls out of the ring Stan makes the pin but Visconty reads the situation perfectly and she runs across the ring hitting Stan with a low drop kick to the head and breaking up the pin.
Martinez: the Bass Brothers nearly ended this one early! That was a nasty landing Sharpe took after that clothesline and if it wasn’t for Visconty it may well have been all over.
Loydson: Why do people call Gabrielle a gremlin? I find that insulting! Gremlins are cute! They don’t deserve to have there reputation tarnished by Tommy Love’s leftovers.
The ref gets Visconty back to her corner as Sharpe, holding her neck in pain, pulls herself towards her partner. Stan is on his feet and slowly making his way across to her. Just as Sharpe reaches her hand out towards Visconty, fingertips away, Stan grabs her by the legs and yanks her up off the ground. Sharpe lands on her feet and athletically catches Stan with an Enziguri. As Stan stumbles back to his corner Sharpe leaps towards the hand of Visconty. Stan tags in Dan just as Sharpe makes the tag, as Dan comes across the ring Visconty springboards from the ring apron into the ring towards him. She catches Dan with a superman punch then makes the pin but Dan kicks out at two.
Visconty gets to her feet, takes a step back and lands on Dan with a double rotation moonsault. She then goes over to her corner and tags in Sharpe before pointing at the corner. Sharpe and Visconty both climb opposite corners, once on the top turnbuckle Visconty jumps first landing on Dan with a Standing Corkscrew Moonsault. Sharpe then immediately jumps off and hits Dan with an elbow drop. Sharpe makes the pin but it’s broken up by Stan.
Martinez: Gabrielle and Saidie have taken control of this match now! They haven’t let the size disadvantage hold them back.
Loydson: The bass brothers look tired already. Stan looks like he’s ready to have a heart attack. Lay of the cheeseburgers big man.
As the ref gets Stan back to his corner Sharpe picks Dan up to his feet. Sharpe hits Dan with a dropkick which causes him to stumble back and bounce off of the ropes. As Sharpe gets to her feet Dan comes back at her and hits a bionic elbow to the top of her head stunning her. Dan then picks Sharpe and up and plants her back on the mat with a delayed spinning body. Dan goes for the pin but Sharpe kicks out at two. Dan reaches over and tags Stan in. The brothers pick Sharpe up and hit a double vertical suplex on her. Stan makes the pin but again Sharpe kicks out. Stan wraps his arms around. Sharpe, picking her off the mat and into a bear hug submission.
Sharpe struggles against the pressure Stans putting on her with the bearhug. Visconty can see this and comes into the ring, Dan also enters the ring in order to stop her from breaking up the submission. Dan runs at Visconty who does the splits just as he reaches to grab her. Dan stumbles and falls through the middle ropes to the outside. Visconty then springboards off of the ropes and catches Stan with her signature spinning wheel kick Wrath. Stan let’s go of Sharpe and falls to his knees. Sharpe runs at Stan and hits him with her finisher the Sparkling Witch. Sharpe pins Stan and gets the win for her team.
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... GABRIELLE VISCONTY and SAIDIE SHARPE!!!!
Loydson: I must admit that’s a big victory for Visconty and Sharpe! The Bass brothers had them on the ropes a few times but they came through the match and picked up the victory.
Martinez: We could be seeing the makings of a good tag team developing here between these two. And I’m sure the Bass Brothers will bounce back from this.
Loydson: Who cares?
Martinez: The fans care that’s who! You’ve got a real attitude on you tonight. Anyway folks we will be back with you after this commercial break with more Rampage action.
Martinez:[/b] It’s been an exciting show so far and it’s about to get a whole lot more exciting – standing by with Brian Spade is none other than the CEO of the EWC, President Mac!
Loydson: NOT MY PRESIDENT!
There’s cheers in the main arena as the Mac-Tron comes to life and we see President Mac walking down a backstage corridor with his assistant Summer Heart. The Prez has his classic sunglasses on and smiles as he hears the reaction from the crowd. After a few seconds Brian Spade appears by his side with a microphone in hand and Mac gives him a nod in greeting.
Spade: President Mac! Welcome to Rampage sir, I was hoping to grab a comment or two if that’s ok?
Mac: Any time Brian fire away.
Spade: So since the last episode of Rampage there have been a few developments in the ongoing Scorpio situation. On Brawl we saw him attack your opponent and stop your return match from happening and instead the S-Factor challenged you to a one-on-one contest. You declined that challenge which has incited Scorpio further leading to him running a smear campaign video on FSW where he called you a coward. On Prime we saw your response as you reiterated your stance that Scorpio’s issues with you will not be settled in the ring. Has anything changed?
Mac: Absolutely not. As Scorpio’s claims of bias and favouritism have escalated and spiralled I’ve become more and more worried about him. Once upon a time I could see it as a man lashing out – a man who thought he was going to win the Insanity Cage blaming anyone to come to terms with his own loss – and to a degree I can understand that. That’s my job as the boss, to look after the wrestlers, both their physical and their mental health. But now? Scorpio is beyond my help. He’s accusing his own confidantes and friends of being my ‘agents’, he’s reading mine and my board’s interference in every little thing that happens to him, he’s entirely lost touch with reality and he’s taken a head-first dive into paranoia and delusions…
Mac stops walking and pauses briefly. He lowers his sunglasses and looks genuinely concerned as he looks from Spade, to the camera, to Summer Heart, and back again to Spade.
Mac: This is a man who’s unwell. He needs professional help, and wrestling me isn’t going to change that. I will offer him a leave of absence from the EWC, I will offer him psychiatric and medical attention covered by the EWC’s insurance plans, I will offer him the chance to discuss his grievances in the board room or the court room if needs be… but I will not be climbing into the ring with him.
For a moment Mac looks over to his assistant, who smiles back at him.
Mac: Not least because I’ve watched Scorpio’s actions for the past year and I know for a fact he’d see any match with me as an opportunity to injure me and potentially put me back in a hospital bed. I’ve spent too long in one of those over the last year or so, and now I have something to keep fighting for… something to keep my health for…
He gestures for Summer Heart to take a step forward and he places a hand around her shoulders. The crowd cheer as Brian Spade looks surprised.
Mac: Here’s an exclusive for you Brian; most of you know Summer here as my assistant, and of course as Ace Heart’s daughter. Over the past few months we’ve worked together more and more and we’ve grown closer and closer. We entered into a relationship away from the prying eyes of the world’s media and it’s been the best thing that’s happened to me in recent years…
The President of The EWC smiles widely as he and Heart make eye contact and she smiles back.
Mac: A few days ago I asked this amazing woman to do me the honour of being my wife and I’m ecstatic to tell the EWC world that she said yes!
Heart shows off the diamond ring on her left hand and the crowd cheer loudly for President Mac’s news. He and Summer Heart kiss to even louder cheers as Spade watches on with a smile on his face. Mac turns back to the camera and the interviewer.
Mac: So you see I have something positive to focus on. If Scorpio wants professional help I can get that for him, but beyond that I have nothing more to offer him.
Spade: Well thank you for your words sir, and on behalf of the EWC family – congratulations!
President Mac and Summer Heart look into the camera with smiles on their faces as the scene fades out and the Mac-Tron returns to black.
Martinez: What amazing news! President Mac is engaged, and to his personal assistant Summer Heart no less!
Loydson: Typical political move, hiding from his critics by giving the world some sensationalist news to cling to… he’s a coward who’s avoiding a fight because he knows he’ll lose!
Martinez: I think he makes some valid points – Scorpio would use it as a chance to attack and injure President Mac, and no match is going to settle the issues in Scorpio’s head he needs professional help not a match with the boss!
MATCH #2
Eddie Dozier Vs Phoenix Winterborn(w/ Marissa Davidson)
(SINGLES MATCH)
(Ref: Mike Michaelson)
Martinez: Welcome back to Friday Night Rampage! The next match should be a good one, Phillip.
Loydson: Good? Let's see what we've got here. On one hand, you've got the veteran Phoenix Winterborn. He's about oh-fer in his last four hundred matches! On the other hand, you've got Eddie Dozier. Undefeated and meaner than a son-of-a-gun! Kid has a matchup set for Monday night at YoungBlood where he might walk out as the International Champion! This will be a good BUTTWHIPPING.
Martinez: You can never be so sure. As you said, Phoenix Winterborn is a veteran. He can handle himself just fine in the ring.
Chriqui: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Images of rain falling on cement are seen on the big screen as "Raining Blood" by Slayer begins to play. When the guitar riffs begin, the lights in the arena turn yellow. Eddie Dozier steps out from the back to a loud chorus of boos. Dozier has a look of disgust on his face as he bends down and starts rocking back and forth.
As Dozier stretches out his arms and wipes down his vest, he calmly walks down to the ring, ignoring all of the haters.
Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen. It is the EWC's privilege to bring to you the next nightmare of this great company. Weighing in at 255 pounds. Louisville, Kentucky's finest. EDDIE DOZIER!
Dozier smirks at the rowdy boos when his name is announced. He climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring through the ropes. He walks around the ring and yells out into the crowd as they boo louder. With a smirk, he steps into the corner to wait for his opponent.
Martinez: This guy may be one of the cockiest, most self-centered wrestlers I have ever seen.
Loydson: Come on, Javier! The kid is a rising star!
Martinez: He's vulgar, offensive, and I just don't like him.
Loydson: Oh quit whining. You can't fault the kid for telling it like it is.
Martinez: Regardless, to this point he has beaten El Gran Azul, Kyle Young, and Alex "Bullet" Carbajal to get to this point: undefeated and in an International Championship match in just three days!
The sudden guitar opening of "Revelation" echoes throughout the arena as Phoenix Winterborn saunters his way onto the stage with Marissa Davidson in tow. Tossing the hood of his sleeveless jacket back as the main song kicks in, he looks over the crowd and surveys them as he is introduced.
Chriqui: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Marissa Davidson, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty nine pounds and hails from the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois…he is CHI-TOWN'S FINEST…PHOENIX WINTERBORN!
As Phoenix starts walking down the ramp, Marissa is by his side. Her arm rests on his shoulder before he heads up the stairs to the apron. Brushing his feet off, Marissa comes up behind him, sitting on the middle rope to allow him more room to get in. Phoenix nods his head and slips through, acknowledging the crowd's cheers while Marissa stands on the apron, clapping for him before catching his jacket he tossed towards her before his music dies down...
Loydson: And this guy is just a dud!
Martinez: Phoenix Winterborn is a respectful human being. He is tough as nails, and I would take him on my team any day of the week!
Loydson: Well, he better look out!
Before the bell, Eddie Dozier runs and drives a forearm into the back of Phoenix's head. The crowd lets out a roar of boos as the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
ONE!
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TWO!!
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Dozier kicks out.
Phoenix gets up to his feet and runs off of the ropes. As Dozier is up to his hands and knees, Phoenix returns and drills Dozier in the side of the head with a dropkick. Phoenix gets up and grabs Dozier. He picks Dozier up off of the mat and brings him up and over with a floatover suplex into a pin.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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Another kickout.
Martinez: Despite the cheap, early attack from Dozier, Phoenix Winterborn has taken this one over.
Loydson: He has. I am a little impressed. I thought Dozier would have this one in hand from the moment he attacked Phoenix. Good on that kid for having fight.
Phoenix gets up and grabs Dozier. He hooks him up and goes for the Phoenix Down. Dozier fights his way out of it. Dozier runs and bounces off of the ropes, looking to drill Phoenix with a massive clothesline. Phoenix ducks. He drills Dozier with a spinning back fist! Dozier drops to the mat. Phoenix goes over to the corner and exits the ring. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle, signaling for Flight of the Phoenix. Dozier is up to his feet, however. He runs and knocks Phoenix's feet out from underneath him. Phoenix lands hard straddling the top turnbuckle. Marissa is on the outside throwing her hands up in the air and cheering for Phoenix.
Martinez: That one had to hurt and now Eddie Dozier can take control.
Dozier climbs up to the top and drills Phoenix in the side of the head with a right hand. Phoenix drills Dozier in the stomach with a right. And another. Dozier drops off of the ropes and onto his feet in the ring. Phoenix grabs Dozier by the head, looking for a tornado DDT. He leaps off, but Dozier counters into a lifting flatliner! He looks over at Phoenix with disgust and gets up to his feet. He grabs Phoenix by the ears and pulls him to his feet. He yells in Phoenix's face and then lifts him up onto his shoulders. THE END! Dozier covers.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Martinez: Phoenix Winterborn was in control of that entire match.
Loydson: Oh, he was? Did he win, Javier?
Martinez: He did not.
Loydson: Yeah. Some control he had there.
Dozier gets up to his feet. The referee tries to raise his hand and Dozier rips it away and threatens to backhand the referee. The referee ducks out of the way and out of the ring. Dozier looks down at Winterborn and stomps on the back of his head a few times before spitting on Phoenix and laughing. He exits the ring. We head to break.
MATCH #3
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Vs Robi "Valkyrie" Mitchell Vs Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton
(TRIPLE THREAT MATCH)
(Ref: Pierce Patterson)
Martinez: Welcome back, folks! Our third match will be a bond between family … or is supposed to be family. The Battle of The Shieldmaidens … err … mostly. Since Valkyrie isn’t one anymore.
Loydson: Fuck and yesssss! We should have had this so long ago! I’m incredibly excited for this fight!
Martinez: What is no doubt the biggest shock - even before the match has started - is hearing from Samantha herself she’s actually joined The Love Club! I’m still in shock. Her? Even after all that she’s done on her own? It just … feels … I don’t know how to word it.
Loydson: It just means we get to see her kick even more asses, as far as I’m concerned. Yo, Chriqui! Let’s get this Triple Threat started, yeah?!
Chriqui: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 135 pounds... ALEX “BULLET” CARBAJAL!
The lights dim and the Shieldmaidens motto “Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!” comes over the Tron as guitar stabs ring out. Concrete Blonde’s “God Is A Bullet” starts up in earnest and 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.
Martinez: Kind of an odd and foreshadowing sight. Normally, Sam accompanies Bullet, but she’s not here because she’s about to be in this fight soon enough. You think there’ll be another upset in the evening?
Loydson: You mean anyone but Sam winning?
Martinez: Not just that, but the more prominent thought that entered my head. You think this will be the last time we see Sam as a Shieldmaiden?
Loydson: I kinda hope. I mean, really, what have they done for her?
Chriqui: Her opponent, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana ... VALKYRIE!
The lights in the area go dark just before the beginning guitars of “We Are The Truth” by Mushroom head begins to play. At the :16 mark, you can hear the soft sounds of the beat starting to rise. Once the :29 mark hits, the lights flash and on stage appear two people. One on each side of the stage.
“Hatred; Growing; Breeding.
As the armies mount, dead and bleeding.”
The lights flash once again at the :35 mark and this time, two more people appear on stage. Standing in front and to the inside of the first two.
“Tens of thousands; No concealing.
There’s a hunger, yet no one’s eating.”
At the :40 mark, the lights flash a third time. And this time, two more join. Making it six people now on stage. Forming what appears to be the start of a “V” formation.
“You can promise, but our dream’s dead.
And the rivers, they’re all but blood red.”
At the :46 mark, the lights flash once more and on stage appears another pair. Making it a total of eight on the stage. And these two were briefly seen holding onto what could only be wolves.
“I can mimic all your speeches.
No more lessons learned; You can’t reach us.”
And at the :51 mark, the lights come up and standing on the stage, at the head of the group, is Robi “Valkyrie” Mitchell. A wooden baseball bat wrapped in razor wire in her right hand
She’s dressed in a pair of black leather pants with buckles around the waist and spikes down the outside of both legs. She has a pair of black, knee-high, 2-inch thick heeled, boots that have buckles running from top to bottom. She has a hood pulled up over her head. Yet over the “hoodie” type jacket, she wore her cut. The leather vest of her MC. The logo on that cut? One would’ve thought it would be “The Shieldmaidens”... But no… The logo was a growling wolf’s head. The top rocker (patch) giving the name of the MC: the “Wolves of Óðinn”. The bottom rocker (patch) gives the city: Baton Rouge.
The tank-top under the cut and jacket was black with a wolf's bare fangs. Standing behind her was: Shanna “Oracle” Mitchell (right side), holding a wolf-looking dog. Its heavy chain in her hand. To her left stood Jericho "Rampage" Robidoux. He, too, had a wolf-looking dog with him.
Behind them stood Druscilla “Prophet White, Robi’s manager, and Hadlee Webb. Behind them was Cela “Ghost” Hyde and Zoya “Norn” Riis. And at the back was Jorg “Gungnir” Halvorsen and Grant “Ravage” Theriot.
Covering their faces from the bridges of their noses down, all of them sported a mask that looked like a wolf’s skull.
“Hatred; Growing; Breeding.
As the armies mount, dead and bleeding.
Tens of Thousands; No concealing.
There’s a hunger, yet no one’s eating.
You can promise, but our dream’s dead.
And the rivers, they’re all but blood red.
I can mimic all your speeches.
No more lessons learned; You can’t reach us.”
At the 1:13 mark, Robi pushes her hood off her head revealing long golden blonde hair in various braids and starts to make her way to the ring. Druscilla stepped out of line and followed.
“Once upon a time or two,
I think I lost my mind with you.
Too many times to be precise.
We take a toke and drink the wine.
We got the users over there;
We got the Wolves right here.
Right here.
Right here.
We got the Wolves right here.”
Robi reaches the ring and climbs her way in.
“Listen to me, no hard feelings.
I can see your skull past the pealing skin.
Passion all dead; Double talking.
Yeah, we hear your words.
No one’s talking.”
“We got the users over there.
We got the Wolves right here.
We got the users over there.
We got the Wolves right here.
We got the users over there.
We got the Wolves right here.
Right here.
Right here.
Right here.
Right here.”
Robi moves over to one set up ropes, lifts her bat up and makes a “pointing” sweep over the crowd.
“False flag attack that
Found guilty through entrapment
Of our commandments.
Your cooperation is commended,
Since the corporation demands it.
Who are the false?
We are the Truth.
True or False.
Truth, true or false, which one are you?”
And in order, she moves to each of the ring’s motioning the crowd with her bat.
“Once upon a time or two,
I think I lost my mind with you.
Too many times to be precise.
We take a toke and drink the wine.
We got the users over there.
We got the Wolves right here!
Right here.
Right here.
We got the Wolves,
Right here!”
And the song ends with Robi in the middle of the ring.
Chriqui: And finally, their opponent, from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds, she is Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton!
'Indestructible' by Disturbed blares over the PA system. As it does, we see the forms of The Titaness, her husband, Joseph "Orion" Hunter, and 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love all standing at the top of the ramp. The Titaness saunters down the ramp, flanked by Joseph on one side and Tommy on the other. 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.
DING DING DING
The Titaness immediately sets her sights on Valkyrie. She slowly begins sauntering over, pointing to herself. The mics are able to pick up that she’s asking if RJ really views her as a ‘softcore porn star’. When Valkyrie refuses to take her words back, Sam nods … and slaps her hard! A slight jingle of chains can be heard and, as the camera zooms up closer, we see a biker chain already wrapped around Sam’s right fist!
She literally came out and ready for blood, and she’s officially made it known that her first target will be the founder of the Shieldmaidens!
The crowd cheers, loving the display they’re witnessing while Bullet, meanwhile, looks a bit horrified. Still, she forces herself to move, not quite forgetting she’s also in this fight. She charges forward, attempting to yank a very pissed off Titaness - who is raining lefts and rights down on Valkyrie’s sternum - away from Robi Jean.
Sam holds her ground, using the sheer difference in strength to simply shrug Alex away. But Bullet doesn’t stop, refusing to give up! She pulls Sam back, this time applying an armbar and keeping it tightly held.
Unfortunately, in her haste to stop her sister … it dawns on her near the last second. The weaponless arm was the one Bullet grabbed … which would Sam to throw a brutal punch towards her with the chain if she so desired.
Apparently, though, that isn’t what she has in mind.
Instead, she hits Bullet’s own midsection - hard - with a Big Boot!
Valkyrie is beckoning to have her bat given to her, while Alex is getting back up to her feet. Sam, meanwhile, unwinds the chain and now wields it more akin to a steel whip. She keeps her eyes on the other two women while beginning to spin the chain high over her head, as if it were an unorthodox lasso.
Martinez: I suppose after hearing that line, it kinda made this fight easier for Sam, huh?
Loydson: Can ya blame her? She not only gets called that by someone she thought was a friend, but a total rookie in our leagues? She’s one to talk to Sam like that. She doesn’t exactly look like a saint herself.
Valkyrie’s Wolves manage to slide the bat into the ring. However, Tommy begins attempting to converse with them in the best way he knows; hitting on them. They glare holes through him, but he shrugs, as if asking if he’s really done anything wrong.
He continues to ‘talk’ to them, causing the other women to do what he wants - even if they don't realize it. They’re backing away from the ring in order to - rightfully so - keep their distance.
Back in the ring, meanwhile, RJ starts cautiously closing the distance between herself and The Titaness. Sam merely smirks and motions for Valkyrie - or even Bullet - to try to come and get her. Robi is the first to happily attempt accepting Sam’s challenge, as she charges forward and swings the bat down - hard!
The Titaness manages to sidestep behind the ex-leader and starts to wrap the chain around Valkyrie’s throat, clearly going for Exiled To Tartarus (Sleeper Hold)!
But before she can finish, a stiff elbow connecting to Sam’s back causes her to stop and look sternly to Bullet.
Sam grips her lower lip, clearly not liking that she has to get more serious … but she already knows failing to do so would be a grave mistake for her. Grabbing a large fistful of hair, Sam slams her right knee once … twice … three times right into Bullet’s forehead! The consecutive impacts are enough and the camera reveals that Alex is - even if barely - busted open!
The Titaness throws Bullet through the ropes, quickly pivoting around. Her guess was right, but she was a few seconds too late to dodge the Spear that Valkyrie delivers.
Sam grabs, albeit awkwardly, onto Valkyrie’s own right hand, keeping the bat at bay. RJ, meanwhile, is attempting to disarm The Titaness of her own weapon. Sam drives a knee up into RJ’s wounded sternum, but she endures the pain, refusing to budge!
For once, there is no weight difference, so it’s now a battle of wits and wills to see who will disarm who first!
Martinez: I can’t help but feel a bit sorry for Bullet. It’s clear she really didn’t want this fight. And now, the conflicting emotions really seem to be dominating a typically calm Carbajal.
Loydson: That’s Basic Wrestling 101 for ya. Sometimes, you’re gonna be put against family, maybe lovers. Getting soft like this is dangerous. RJ gets it!
Martinez: Speaking of Bullet, though ...
Even though her head is still throbbing and bleeding, Alex has recovered enough to get back in the ring. But this time, she isn’t alone. She has a chair in her hands. With Valkyrie and Titaness busy still attempting to disarm one another, neither immediately see her own weapon.
Only when she runs forward does Sam turn and take note of the chair. She smirks, allowing her body to relax and grip upon RJ’s arm to loosen. Now it’s Robi’s turn to detect something, but be a few seconds too late in dodging.
WHAM!
The chair lands hard on the back of Valkyrie’s head, and now she’s been busted open! She throws Alex with a Body Toss towards a still prone Sam.
Both Bullet and Titaness ‘greet’ one another with a rough strike! An elbow from Bullet to Sam’s own head while Samantha slams a boot into Alex’s knee. Although Alex succeeds in busting Sam’s head open, she not only drops her chair, but the audience hears a noise. Something sounding like a pop and crack combined from Alex’s knee.
Bullet’s eyes widen as she collapses to the canvas, holding her knee tightly.
Sam flashes Alex an apologetic look. Her sincere expression swiftly turns into one of pain as Valkyrie grabs a fistful of Sam’s hair and pulls her down into a brutal Spinebuster!
With both Sam and Alex on the mat, Robi Jean looks to capitalize. She ascends the top ropes and leaps off! Thor’s Hammer (Phenomenal Forearm) right for Samantha!
But The Titaness musters enough strength to roll out of the way, causing Valkyrie’s forearm to find the canvas instead. Sam doesn’t even allow for RJ to recover. She wraps the chain around the bat, tugging it out of Robi’s hands, and tossing both their weapons outside the ring.
She then proceeds to lock in The Fall Of Man (Hell’s Gate Submission) onto Bullet. Valkyrie tries to intervene and stop The Titaness, but they’re too wounded and the hold is locked in too tightly. Bullet is forced to tap out!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, Submission (The Fall Of Man)... SAMANTHA “THE TITANESS” HAMILTON!
Martinez: No one fights like family indeed. Holy cow. What a battle we just witnessed tonight.
Valkyrie is exiting, clearly not in the mood to remain in the ring. Sam frowns at that and rapidly gestures for a mic.
Titaness: Really? Really? Well .. I guess I got one more thing to thank you for besides the kutte. You and me, RJ … we're done.
If RJ heard, she’s not responding nor acknowledging Sam’s words. Thankfully, that’s not Titaness’ concern, as she drops the mic and kneels beside a still hurt Bullet, who looks ready to cry at the possibility of losing Sam as a friend.
While picking Bullet up and helping her out, she carefully gestures to herself … then towards Orion and Tommy Love, likely asking if her new ‘connections’ bother her. Alex swiftly moves her head from side to side. Her lips move quickly, and it’s fair to guess that even without hearing her, she’s rapidly speaking Spanish.
The smile on Sam’s face indicates Alex seems to still want to keep their bond. The Titaness nods and gently puts Bullet into Jackie “Bandit” Layton’s arms. She looks between all of the Maidens, pats her kutte … and keeps it over her shoulders, reassuring them all that it’s going to take a lot more than her being pissed at one former member to remove it.
That earns a hell of a pop from all of the Shieldmaidens and audience, who seem grateful and content with Sam’s decision.
Slowly, but surely, the others begin heading backstage; some going to the infirmary, others going to the locker rooms.
Loydson: Feh. I kinda wish Sam had removed her kutte, but I’ll take at least one fallout over nothing. Drama for the win!
Martinez: It was certainly something, that’s for sure. This may not have been our main event, but it absolutely had potential to steal the show.
Loydson: Of course! There are few other women that can even start holding a candle to the likes of Tits N Ass!
Martinez: I’m going to pretend you got her name right, you horn dog. Don’t go away! We’ll be right back soon with our fourth match of the night! Another Triple Threat in the form of Ryo Hazama versus Cyrus Black versus Scorpio! You won’t want to miss that fight, either!
Suddenly the MacTron distorts the feed of the replays. We see Gabriel Ohio looking at the replay, a twisted smile on his face. He raises his hand slowly and points at the screen....
Martinez: Who is he pointing at?
Loydson: He is not scheduled to be here!
Martinez: You go tell him that!
Loydson: ......
Gabriel laughs and turns slightly, looking over his shoulder. His grin vanishes as quickly as it appears, the cameras picking up the mouthing of his words
Ohio: I will see you...soon....
Camera fades as Gabriel smiles once again and leaves.
Spade: Hi, Bryan Spade here. I am standing by the returning Cyrus Black. How are you feeling going into your first match for the EWC in ten months?
Cyrus: I’m feeling great. Look at my legs, they’re not so much chicken, more turkey now. That’s because Kyle has been pushing me hard in the gym and as for my abs well... I don’t wanna get Iggy Swango excited... but these abs are looking mighty fine and again that’s thanks to my other kiltbro DOG who’s also been helping me get back fighting fit. At the end of the day I’m back where I belong. I just want to get out there and do my thing. Personal feelings aside, Scorpio and Hazama are two of the best... maybe the two best performers in the EWC right now so I know how difficult this match will be, honestly I just want to wrestle. I’m humbled that Duggan has given me this opportunity.
Spade: So what’s the plans going forward? We heard you last time out on Brawl talking about a possible match with Dominic Sanders at Wrestlefest? Has this been made official?
Cyrus: The truth is no. Sanders hasn’t replied to me and neither have the GMs. There’s still time though. Sanders is busy saying bye to everyone else, I’m sure he’ll get to me at some point... and if he doesn’t well maybe I’ll just have to take matters into my own hands.
Spade: One last question, you mentioned reuniting with your Kiltbros earlier, what did you make of your girlfriend Melody Malone’s viscous attack a while back on Kyle Gautier?
Cyrus: Look Kyle’s forgiven Mel. That’s good enough for me. I don’t want to get involved in other people’s business. That being said if I was there at the time I would’ve stop Melody from doing it... by any means necessary. A Kiltbro is for life not just for wild nights out all over Europe. RIP Doris.
Cyrus leans down and picks up his gym bag.
Cyrus: Anyway I have to go to the bathroom before my match. Last time I was here they didn’t have any toilet paper, but don’t worry.
Cyrus reaches a hand into his bag and pulls out a handful of “ VOTE FOR PRESIDENT SCORPIO” promotional flyers.
Cyrus: I brought my own shit paper this time. It’s cheap and nasty just like the face that’s printed on it but what you gonna do... when you gotta go you gotta go. I’ll catch you later Bryan.
Cyrus pats a confused looking Bryan Spade on the shoulder and walks off down the hallway. The camera cuts back to ringside.
MATCH #4
Cyrus Black Vs President Scorpio Vs Ryo Hazama
(TRIPLE THREAT MATCH)
(Ref: Toyo Yasahiro)
Martinez: Well what a show we’ve had so far and as we approach the end of it we’ve got two huge matches to look forward to: in our main event two of the biggest stars in EWC history will do battle as Ace King and Dominic Sanders go one-on-one, but first we’re going to see what could be a match of the night contender as the returning Cyrus Black takes on the alleged 46th President of The United States and The United States Champion in a tri—
Almost on cue “Hail To The Chief” blasts over the speakers. The crowd boo loudly as the 46th President of The United States Scorpio steps out from the back alongside his Veep Crème de la Crème and two of his security enforcers, The President’s Men. Curiously The President’s Men are carrying a large red and gold throne with them. The group walk down the ramp ignoring some jeers and chants from the fans either side of them as Scorpio looks incensed and focused. Crème opens the ropes for her President and Scorpio climbs inside as his bodyguards move the throne into the ring and settle it down in the middle. Scorpio is handed a microphone and he sits himself down on the throne in the middle of the ring looking out at the booing fans; flanking him is his entourage.
Martinez: Well I guess Scorpio’s keen to get this match started early? Though why he’s brought a chair with him I don’t know…
Loydson: It’s because he’s going to kick Black and Hazama’s asses so easily he can do it sat down!
The fans continue to boo and Scorpio has a sneer on his face as he surveys them all. Eventually he brings the microphone to his mouth.
Scorpio: Keep up your pathetic little protest, I can literally sit here all day you absolute cretins…
Somewhat predictably they keep booing and eventually Scorpio decides to continue with whatever he had planned to say regardless of them.
Scorpio: My fellow Americans… despite my kind offers of a contest to settle our differences, as is the customary way in our sport, Danny Mac continues to display his cowardice as he ducks and dives and makes excuses for why he can’t possibly wrestle me. Frankly I think it’s desperately sad that this egotistical megalomaniac continues to use his power to put me in more and more predicaments and yet he won’t stand up like a man and fight me. Tonight is a perfect example: his golden-child, that quiff-sporting brown-nosing championship-thieving ASSHOLE Cyrus Black—
Mega cheers from the fans which only sours Scorpio’s expression further.
Scorpio: Has conveniently returned just as Mac needs someone to fight his corner, and conveniently I’m wrestling him in his first match back after being rested and recuperated for months. And just because Mac knows full well I can handle Cyrus he’s decided to throw in a distraction in the form of Ryo Hazama, a man who has something to prove given I’m the only person to score a one-on-one win over him in his entire EWC career. Once more this weak, pathetic, power-crazy leader has stacked the deck against me but never fear EWC your President will prevail.
He places a hand over his heart and tries his best to look powerful and Presidential, however as of late he’s looked more like a heroin addict going through withdrawal with his wide eyes, pale complexion, and deranged look.
Scorpio: I’m sure you all saw as this incompetent, crooked piece of shit claimed that I was ‘unwell’ and needed ‘psychiatric and medical help’. I get it. I’m showing him up, I’m revealing his plans and machinations to the world, and he’s desperately trying to cover it up and he’s throwing as much dirt my way as he can manage. It’s fine I can take it… but I want to prove to you all I’m sane and in perfect health by having a LIVE medical examination…
The crowd boo loudly at this idea as quite frankly they want to get on with two top-quality matches.
Martinez: He’s beginning to sound awfully like another President around these parts—
Loydson: He’s open and honest with this health, that’s the kind of commitment and leadership we need!
The Mac-Tron comes into life and we see a man in a white coat and stethoscope looking utterly terrified. On the edges of the shot we can see four members of The President’s Men and it’s clear to anyone watching that this doctor is being held under duress by Scorpio’s entourage. Scorpio turns to the tron.
Scorpio: Dr Rubenstein, my personal physician and psychiatrist, thank you for joining us.
For a moment or two the doctor remains silent before a rough hand from one of the President’s Men reminds him of the reason for his appearance.
Dr Rubenstein: Uh, my pleasure Mr. President.
Scorpio: Now you’re a busy man, pandemics and the like, yaddah yaddah yaddah, I don’t want to keep you too long so shall we get on with it?
Dr Rubenstein: Absolutely. I… earlier today I physically examined President Scorpio and…
He looks down and on the edge of the shot we can see a piece of paper that Dr Rubenstein is clearly reading off of.
Dr Rubenstein: I can confirm that he has a clean bill of physical health. I can tell you he’s the most healthy wrestler I’ve examined in my career. I can confirm he is approximately 75% more healthy than Cyrus Black who is in fact…
The doctor squints closer at the prompt sheet Scorpio’s entourage have given him.
Dr Rubenstein: … absolutely riddled with a multitude of diseases most likely contracted from his slutty girlfriend, that bitch Melody Malone.
Scorpio: And my psychiatric health? President Mac has accused me of being mentally unwell, and every prick who signs an EWC contract seems to think it’s their place to call me delusional and mad… so where’s my head at, Doc?
Dr Rubenstein: Well first of all we need to assess your cognition and memory—
Scorpio: Person. Man. Woman. TV. Camera.
Dr Rubenstein: Well that seems to be excellent. Do you ever see or hear things that others don’t seem to see or hear?
Scorpio: Only that I’m the only one who seems to be able to see through Danny Mac’s bullshit façade to the machinations of the EWC powers-that-be…
The doctor glances down at his prompt sheet for the appropriate answer.
Dr Rubenstein: Well that’s just a sign of superior intelligence not psychiatric illness. Have you ever felt low in mood or suicidal?
Scorpio: Absolutely not.
Dr Rubenstein: Well, this all seems to be in order. I can declare you 100% mentally healthy. You have the most healthy mind I’ve ever seen, and all of Daniel Mac’s claims are false.
Scorpio: Thank you for your time Dr Rubenstein, it’s much appreciated…
The Mac-Tron fades down as the crowd are booing loudly and Scorpio surveys them from his throne in the ring with a huge grin on his face.
Martinez: I mean, I’m no doctor, but that assessment was about as honest and truthful as a Kellyanne Conway press briefing…
Loydson: You said it yourself, you’re no doctor, so why don’t you let the professionals do their job and shut the hell up Javier?
The 46th President crosses one leg over the other as he leans back in his throne and raises the microphone. The crowd are giving a massive chant of “BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!”.
Scorpio: There you have it, there’s nothing wrong with my health, so Daniel stop hiding behind your false labels and FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN! Since the Insanity Cage last year you’ve run a consistent behind-the-scenes campaign to keep me suppressed and keep me down. You did everything in your power to keep me from the top tiers of this company and through true talent and determination I became the Undisputed Champion, and it took the convolution of the Power Struggle and the Johannesburg Screwjob to take the title from me. You’ve persecuted me throughout my time in the EWC AND I WON’T PUT UP WITH IT ANYMORE. I will NOT put up with you dodging my offers of a match and I will NOT take no for an answer. Daniel I will sit in this ring for the rest of the fucking show if I have to… I want my match and I’m not moving until I get it.
He sits back in his seat and crosses his arms and legs as he simply waits. The fans are still booing him as he drums his fingers on his thigh, the acrylic nails dancing around, and he makes occasional off-mic small talk with Crème de la Crème. A good minute or so passes as the crowd’s booing intensifies and they chant “NOT MY PRESIDENT! NOT MY PRESIDENT!” loudly interspersed with chants of “MAC! MAC! MAC!”. Eventually after a second minute of Scorpio sat in the middle of the ring doing the sum total of nothing except staring into the camera lens “Coming Undone” by Korn hits the speakers and the crowd goes WILD.
Martinez: Well The S-Factor got what he wanted – President Mac is coming out here to sort this situation himself!
Loydson: Maybe we’re about to see the match we all want?!
Martinez: The match Scorpio wants, I’m not sure everyone wants it…
President Mac steps out from the back and lowers his trademark sunglasses as he stares down the ramp at Scorpio. He fixes his adversary with a glare before he strolls down the ramp, pausing briefly to slap hands and greet a few fans. As he reaches the ring Scorpio stands from his throne and locks eyes with Mac. He gestures for Crème and The President’s Men to step aside as Mac climbs into the ring and is handed a microphone by a ringside attendant. He sighs and looks exhausted by having to continually address Scorpio as the two Presidents go head-to-head.
Scorpio: I got your attention then?
Mac: Scorpio there’s a show to continue with and you sat in the middle of the ring is delaying things, that’s the only reason I’m out here.
Scorpio: Well to keep your show going all you have to do is say the magic words…
He raises an eyebrow as Mac shakes his head.
Mac: You know Scorpio I’ve listened to you ranting and raving about the EWC board and me for over a year now, and at the start I think you made a few of the guys backstage and a few of these fans sit up and pay attention. You were a hero in this place, you were one half of ReBelle who had dominated the tag team scene for most of Season 21, you’d taken the fight to the Shieldmaidens, and you put on an electric performance inside the Insanity Cage. When you started to discuss ideas around bias and favouritism people gave you the benefit of the doubt… maybe there was something in it… maybe you had a point.
President Mac sighs and shakes his head once again.
Mac: But now? Look at you. Intimidating a doctor into reading out a script about your medical exam, staging a sit-in in the middle of the ring, demanding matches with me despite being told repeatedly that’s not how I settle my disputes these days. Scorpio… nobody is listening to you. I don’t care what that ‘doctor’ says you’re paranoid, you’re delusional, you’re a danger to yourself and others, and you need help.
Scorpio: What I need is a match against you.
Mac: And what happens after that? What happens if you win – we just carry on as we did before but you stop holding up EWC shows to rant and rave about your latest conspiracy theory and instead you hold up shows to tell the world I’m not fit for office and you should be in my place? And what happens if you lose – these fine EWC fans have to endure another year of you making claims of screwjobs and backstage machinations? There’s no end point to this Scorpio and there’s no rationalising with you.
Scorpio: Once I beat you I’ll show the world how weak and pathetic you are. Once I beat you they’ll all see, their eyes will be opened, they’ll realise you are the problem in this place and it needs new leadership. I should be the next President of The EWC… I will run this place with honour and integrity… I will run it without favouritism or bias. Once I beat you, Daniel, your time here will be over and the EWC can go forward to Season 22 with a strong President it can be proud of who will ensure everyone gets the opportunity they deserve!
He sneers and fixes Mac with a stare as the crowd boo loudly. President Mac pauses for a few moments before he shakes his head.
Mac: That’s not going to happen. If you want help, you’ve got it. If you want to raise a legal challenge, go ahead. But as far as you and I wrestling one another, my answer is no.
Scorpio: You’re just scared of me! COWARD!
Mac: It’s not cowardice Scorpio it’s reason and rationalisation. A match between us isn’t the solution to our problems; even if you do beat me you’re not going to be magically invested as the new President of The EWC. It serves no purpose but to fuel your delusions and give you the chance to put me back in a hospital bed right when my life is turning around.
Scorpio: PATHETIC! WEAK! EWC LOOK AT YOUR CORRUPT LEADER!
Mac: I’m going to leave now, it’s time for your match—
Scorpio takes a step closer to Mac the pair face to face. The S-Factor’s expression is one of desperation and insanity as he flushes red and the veins on his neck stand on end.
Scorpio: GIVE ME A MATCH! PROVE YOURSELF AS A MAN! IF YOU RESPECT THOSE FANS YOU’LL GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT!
Mac: I am a businessman Scorpio…
Scorpio: WRESTLE ME YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!
Mac: My answer is no—
BUT BEFORE HE CAN FINISH SCORPIO SMACKS PRESIDENT MAC ACROSS THE FACE WITH A PUNCH! THE CROWD GASP LOUDLY AND GET TO THEIR FEET AS SCORPIO STANDS HIS GROUND AND MAC SPINS SLIGHTLY. CRÈME AND THE PRESIDENT’S MEN LOOK SHOCKED AT SCORPIO’S ACTIONS AS MAC SPINS RIGHT BACK AROUND, HIS FACE ONE OF FURY AND RAGE. THE PAIR ARE TOUCHING FOREHEADS AS SCORPIO CONTINUES TO RANT AND RAVE OFF OF THE MICROPHONE DEMANDING HIS MATCH AND MAC CLENCHES AND UNCLENCHES HIS FISTS…
Martinez: SCORPIO JUST LAID HANDS ON PRESIDENT MAC! AFTER TRYING TO GOAD THE BOSS WITH WORDS THE S-FACTOR HAS JUST STRUCK MAC!
Loydson: AND LOOK THIS WEAK AND PATHETIC LEADER HASN’T EVEN FOUGHT BACK!
THE TENSION AND ATMOSPHERE IN THE ARENA IS PALPABLE AS THE NOISE LEVEL INCREASES AND IT REALLY LOOKS LIKE THESE TWO ARE ABOUT TO GO AT IT! Suddenly Mac takes a deep breath and steps back. He looks Scorpio up and down before he shakes his head.
Mac: I’m going to let that one go. My answer is no. I should never have come out here, the best way to deal with someone like you is to simply ignore you, so that’s what I’m going to do. You have a big match coming up… I suggest you focus on that.
Without another word Mac passes his microphone to a ringside attendant and climbs from the ring. He walks to the back with purpose as Scorpio screams out and over-turns the throne he brought to the ring before he screams at his security team to go and get Mac. Crème tries to talk him down, and gets The President’s Men to step aside, before Scorpio leans over the ropes nearest the ramp and shouts after Mac.
Scorpio: I WILL GET MY FUCKING MATCH DANIEL! YOU THINK THAT WAS ALL I HAVE?! OH DARLING YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE IN STORE FOR!!!!
He throws the microphone down the ramp with it landing just short of Mac who doesn’t even acknowledge it. The EWC’s President disappears behind the curtain as Crème tries to calm Scorpio down…
Martinez: Scorpio has fallen even further… not only did he make this crowd sit through an on-air medical examination that was an embarrassment to see, but tonight he laid hands on President Mac in a desperate bid to get his match against the man he blames for every loss and failure in his career.
Loydson: And our so-called leader has shown what a coward he is by not even retaliating… disgusting…
Martinez: It shows strength of character and honour. Mac recognises wrestling Scorpio won’t end this – it will either fuel Scorpio’s delusions or add to his claims that he should be the President of The EWC – and he’s doing the right thing by walking away from the situation. Let’s focus on what we’re here for which is watching the EWC’s best in action – tonight Scorpio takes on Cyrus Black and Ryo Hazama in a huge triple threat match that could well steal the show.
Chriqui: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall.... Introducing Scorpio's opponent, from his own little bubble, weighing in at 230 pounds... THE CARSON KID, CYRUS BLACK!
The whole arena goes dark for a moment, a spotlight hits the entrance ramp and music plays from the PA system.
"Life is a mystery..."
The silhouette of a man moves into the spotlight, arms raised above his head as he starts to clap.
"And it feels like home..."
The lights go up around the arena, two red pyrotechnics go off at either side of the stage as the chorus hits...
"When you call my name
it's like a little prayer..."
Cyrus continues to clap as he shuffles from one side of the entrance ramp to the other, looking out at the sea of fans, encouraging them to clap along with him. Cyrus makes his way down the entrance ramp as he engages with fans along the way, dishing out high fives and hugs as he jives his way to the ring.
"I'm down on my knees
I want to take you there..."
Sliding underneath the bottom rope into the ring, Cyrus shuffles from one corner buckle to another, continuously banging the palms of his hands together as the fans are on there feet clapping with him,
"Just like a prayer you know,
I'll take you there...".
Cyrus casually leans against the ropes, with a big grin on his face.
Martinez: Scorpio and Cyrus Black haven't faced off with each other in quite some time.
Loydson: And Cyrus still cannot handle Scorpio, that's just a fact.
Martinez: I guess we will find out soon enough who cannot handle who, but I expect an even back and forth match of the year contender between three of the best in the business.
Loydson: There are just certain facts you cannot ignore. Cyrus cannot handle Scorpio, and Nezumi couldn't handle him either.
Martinez: Ryo...
Loydson: Listen the kid has talent, but I have never seen Scorpio on the level he has been lately.
Chriqui: their opponent, from Roppongi, Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 238 pounds... THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION, RYO HAZAMA!
A peaceful, inviting chill falls over the arena...
There's only a soft light glossed over the attendance...
It's like sunlight...
Nurturing...
Blissful...
Familiar...
The tones of Shiho Ochi brings the audience to a still.
♫ ARAWARU KUROI SORA...
KODOU WA RAIMEI WO KURIKAESU...
ARASHI GA KURU MAE NI...
KOYOI WA ANO UTA WO SAZUKEMASHOU... ♫
A loud blast of percussion strikes the audience as the lights in the arena begin to take on chaotic timing. Flashes of orange, yellow, and red cascade in rhythm with the individual beats of Superfly's 'Kakusei' and the camera drops to focus on the person the song introduces. A jet of smoke spawns from the ring stage, and in it, there stands a silhouette. With a cape flowing in the wind, the intensity of 'Kakusei' picks up, and lures the audience into its infectious beat.
♫ MAHARI YUWARE GAAIE SABANARE! ♫
As he steps out of the emission of smoke on the stage, Hazama stands in the bright spotlight. Primping the collar of his suit jacket and shifting the shawl draped over his shoulder, Hazama listens to the chorus of boos that follows his appearance.
♫ AMARE DIRAHI JUMAGI GANASHARA! ♫
He raises his arms in protest to the crowd's displeasure towards his existence. He invites them to get louder as he drowns them out to the high, loud energy of his own theme.
♫ MAHARI YUWARE GAAIE SABANARE! ♫
Hazama fans himself with their hatred, not at all perturbed by them.
♫ AMARE DIRAHI JUMAGI GANASHARA! ♫
And when he's done humoring his critics, Hazama begins down the ring ramp.
♫ YOMIGAERASERU NO SA...
AISURU KIMI NO KOKORO...
KARADA WO NUGISUTETE...
IMA, WARE NI KAERU TOKI... ♫
Hazama reaches the end of the ring ramp, having spent a few moments teasing the people reaching for him. He tests to see if someone was brave enough to jump. He berates someone and tells them about how much they pale in comparison to him. There at the edge of the ramp, Hazama throws up his arms again, and the camera pans out. It catches the atmosphere that he has created, where the world is rocking with their hateful noise. With him at the epicenter of it all, Hazama only chooses to smile and then make his move towards the ring.
Still committed to his former eccentricities, Hazama slides into the ring on his stomach and turns onto his back. He sprawls out, massaging the ring before lifting himself up. With his head hung, Hazama spreads out his arms, soaking into the limelight once more. It sates him. It powers him. It urges him to continue. As the song calms down, his sinister nature of Hazama brightens through his flamboyance.
♫ ME WO TSUBUTTE KAZE WO SUKUTTE...
MI WO TOKASHITE KANE WO NARASHITE... ♫
Hazama remains this way, even as he begins to rise back to a standing position.
♫ KAKUSEI!
KAKUSEI!
KAKUSEI!
KAKUSEI! ♫
Hazama hits the top turnbuckle, reaching out to the fans, inviting their disdain again.
♫ MAHARI YUWARE GAAIE SABANARE!
AMARE DIRAHI JUMAGI GANASHARA!
MAHARI YUWARE GAAIE SABANARE!
AMARE DIRAHI JUMAGI GANASHARA! ♫
As 'Kakusei' begins to fade out, Hazama denies everyone their chance to get to him. He hops off the turnbuckle, discharging the intensity of his taunting in lieu of his sinister serenity. He crouches down in his corner, watching his environment with a hawk-eye precision. A smirk dawns on his face as he waits for the beginning of the match, and his own personal war.
DING DING DING
At the ring of the bell, Scorpio instantly goes after Cyrus Black with a dropkick sending him hard into his corner. Cyrus hits hard but the Carson city kid explodes out of the corner and floors Ryo with a bicycle kick, sending the US champion backwards to a sitting position in the corner. Scorpio spins Cyrus around and punches him in the mouth. Scorpio jumps up into a hurricanrana and then twists Cyrus around towards Ryo. Ryo rolls out of the way, before rolling up into a backfist uppercut into Scorpio’s chin. Ryo spins around again and jumps up into a jumping spinning heel kick to the back of Scorpio’s head! Scorpio stumbles forward to a knee, Ryo pulls him up onto his shoulders and spins into an Olympic Slam! On the way down Cyrus grabs a waist lock and wrenches Ryo into a German! Cyrus maintains waist control and goes for another German! And then a third German dumps Ryo directly onto his head! Ryo rolls up and yells in Cyrus’ face. Cyrus slaps the taste out of Ryo’s mouth and he crumbles to the mat as his adrenaline fades. Cyrus makes the cover.
ONE… KICKOUT BY RYO HAZAMA!
Martinez: They are already running at a million miles a minute.
Loydson: Cyrus and Ryo are going to wear themselves out.
Martinez: I think all three of these men have a good gas tank.
Loydson: What a kiss ass.
Cyrus shakes his head in approval and drags Ryo up, but a headlock from Scorpio stops his plans. Scorpio begins to punch Cyrus in the top of his head. Scorpio turned Cyrus and lifted him up, but then Ryo grabs a sleeper hold on Scorpio! Ryo pulls Scorpio backwards into a Snap-Dragon while Scorpio drops Cyrus into a suplex!
HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT
Ryo is the first to his feet, he grabs the back of his head and stumbles around a bit but he finds his footing. Scorpio sits up. Ryo hits the ropes and explodes into Scorpio with a sliding elbow! Ryo makes a cover!
ONE… KICKOUT BY SCORPIO!
Ryo punches the mat and gets back up to his feet where a flying enziguri from Cyrus catches him off guard and puts him back down. Cyrus drags Scorpio up and sends him into a ropes, on the rebound Cyrus grabs on a Belly-To-Belly and puts Scorpio down hard. He makes the cover!
ONE… KICKOUT BY SCORPIO!
Martinez: A really good back to back group of kickouts there! This one is getting even more hot, they are giving it there all!
Loydson: Those two kickouts were nothing for Scorpio. That might be Cyrus' all, but it's Scorpio's nothing.
Martinez: What does that even mean Phil?
Loydson: I'll tell you when you're older kid.
Cyrus makes another quick cover but Ryo pulls him off and spins him around. Ryo grabs a side-headlock and then swings Cyrus’ leg into a fisherman’s buster on Scorpio! Scorpio rolls out onto the apron. Ryo drags Cyrus up and returns that slap from earlier, and then another slap and another slap and an… SCORPIO JUMPS IN WITH A DIVING CROSSBODY! Scorpio drags himself up, and then drags Ryo up. He goes for it, AG… No Ryo shoves him up. Bicycle kick from Black connects to Ryo’s jaw! Cyrus goes running at Ryo, but Ryo hoists him up! Ryo drops Cyrus down into LET IT DIE! THE THUD OF KNEE ON CHIN! Ryo holds Cyrus up by his chin. Scorpio jumps into it… DOUBLE AGR! Scorpio drags Cyrus away from Ryo and makes a deep cover!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... SCORPIO!
Martinez: Scorpio pulls it off with the help of Ryo!
Scorpio immediately rolls from the ring to gloat and parade around. He points at Cyrus and Ryo and slaps the apron three times while laughing. Ryo wears a look of disgust. He grabs his injured head and rolls from the ring. Ryo scoffs at Cyrus and then throws another look of disgust at Scorpio. Medial staff check Cyrus following the head trauma he just suffered at the hands of two finishers, but Cyrus is responsive and sits up on his own. He looks at Ryo and Scorpio leave, a look of deterimation on his face.
Loydson: I told you dumbasses... A massive win for Scorpio on the road to WrestleFest. Not that you ever had a reason to doubt him.
Martinez: An excellent match, and the road to WrestleFest is in full swing now folks.
Loydson: Which means it's almost break time!
MATCH #5 | MAIN EVENT
Ace King Vs Dominic Sanders
(SINGLES MATCH)
(Ref: Toyo Yasahiro)
Martinez: Alright, Tampa. Alright, EWC Universe. It's time for the Main Event!
Loydson: I cannot wait, and yet... I am so conflicted!
Martinez: Care to elaborate?
Loydson: One of my favorites of all time in Dominic Sanders against another guy that I have liked more and more lately, mainly because of his affiliation with Dominic Sanders... Ace King.
Martinez: Ace King is a staple of Friday Night Rampage, possibly the most-notable name in Friday Night Rampage history, if not the EWC.
Loydson: And, as we all know, he has had Dominic Sanders' number every time they have faced off.
Martinez: Ace King looks for the sweep! Let's get to it!
Chriqui: The following contest is your Friday Night Rampage MAIN EVENT, and it is scheduled for one fall!
The lights go out in The Amalie Arena. Blue pyrotechnics burst up on the stage and down the sides of the ramp heading towards the ring. "War Machine" by KISS begins playing. Dominic Sanders steps out from the back in a navy blue hoodie and gold wrestling tights on, finished by white boots. The hood of his sweatshirt drapes over his eyes as he stares out at the fans. Suddenly, Cora Whittaker appears from behind the curtain with a gold dress and navy blue streaks in her hair. Sanders and Cora stand at the top of the ramp and listen to an extremely hateful reaction from the crowd.
Chriqui: Introducing first... from Fort Worth, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds and being accompanied by Cora Whittaker... DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!
Dominic beats his chest with both fists and raises his arms in the air with a roar. The crowd reacts even louder as he starts to make his way down to the ring. A cocky grin can be seen under the hood of his sweatshirt as he walks down the ramp hand-in-hand with Cora at his side.
Sanders rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He jumps up to his feet and stares out into the crowd underneath the hood of his sweatshirt. Cora joins him at his side. The two share a brief kiss in the center of the ring before he turns his attention back out to the hostile crowd. He grins and nods his head as he moves over to the corner and waits as "War Machine" fades out and Cora exits the ring.
Martinez: Dominic Sanders has faced off with Ace King three times before. All three times, Ace King has walked away the winner.
Loydson: This is what makes me nervous, Javier. As much as I love Dominic Sanders, I don't know that he will ever be able to beat Ace.
Martinez: When you look back at their history, you'd think that these two men know exactly what the other is going to do next. We could be in for a real treat, as well as possibly a long night. Whomever makes the first mistake will likely pay the price in this match.
"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 Amalie Arena. As the drums kick in, pyro goes off up and down the ramp in time with the beat, while frenetic red and white spotlights pulse through the building before fixating on the ramp.
Chriqui: And his opponent... making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 221 pounds... He is THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!
There's a huge explosion as the guitar kicks in, and the crowd roars as Ace King emerges through the smoke of the pyro and into the spotlights. 'The Gambler' stays for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and walking to the ring, his eyes locked on the ring as he's oblivious to the fans applauding him.
He stops for a couple seconds at the end of the ramp, then charges to the ring, with red pyro exploding from the turnbuckles as he dives in under the bottom rope. He spins up onto one knee and stares out into the crowd before getting to his feet and getting his game face on.
Martinez: There really isn't much more to say about this match. Dominic Sanders asked for a match with Ace King, his own tag team partner, and he was granted his wish.
Loydson: And, as usual, Ace looks up for the challenge and ready to fight, regardless of who is across the ring from him.
Martinez: And Ace, despite losing to Killjoy Ito at the Rumble in South Africa, still performs like a Champion regardless of whether or not he is one. Two weeks ago, he took out some frustrations on Gabrielle Visconty. I can imagine some of that may slip out here tonight, despite these two being good friends now.
DING DING DING
Ace and Dominic hear the echo of the bell and stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring. The crowd is really into this one. The two men stand there motionless. Sanders is the first to break his gaze, as he finally looks out into the crowd. The Floridians are all on their feet cheering. The action hasn’t even started yet, but they are already in prime form.
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
Martinez: These people are really letting the competitors know how they feel about this match!
Loydson: It’s deafening in here, Javier! This is a pay-per-view quality match and we are all getting it for free on Friday Night Rampage! You don’t get this kind of action on Monday Night Brawl!
Ace now has also taken a peek at the crowd, but he breaks from that as he sees Sanders coming towards him in the middle of the ring. Ace slowly walks out to meet Sanders. They stand a foot apart from each other, now. Inaudible words are spoken to each other. Sanders puts out his right hand and Ace, without hesitation, takes it. Sanders pulls Ace in and says something more to Ace. He breaks his grasp and backs off a step, patting Ace on the shoulder. Ace nods at Sanders and here we go.
They slowly creep around each other. Ace goes low, trying to grab Sanders’ right leg. Sanders moves out of the way. He lunges forward with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Ace ducks through. He grabs Sanders’ arm and puts him into a hammerlock. Sanders ducks and reverses through with a hammerlock of his own. Ace reaches up and grabs Sanders by the head and goes for a snapmare takeover. Sanders blocks it and puts Ace in a full-Nelson. Ace ducks out and turns around. Sanders grabs Ace by the head and drops backwards with a monkey flip. Ace lands on his feet. He turns around and the two stand in a stale-mate, much to the enjoyment of the crowd.
Martinez: Like I said, these two know every move that the other will do.
Sanders nears Ace in the corner. He grabs Ace and shoves him back into the corner and ties him up. The referee begins a five count. After only two, Sanders backs off and allows Ace out of the corner. Ace exits the corner and the two tie up in the middle of the ring. Sanders puts Ace in a side headlock. Ace backs Sanders up to the ropes. He sends him off across the ring. Ace hits the mat. Sanders jumps over him and returns. Ace nails a textbook dropkick to Sanders’ chin. Sanders gets to his feet quickly. Arm-drag takedown by Ace King. Sanders is up again. Ace charges in. Drop toehold by Sanders. Sanders scoots over and puts Ace in another headlock while in the seated position. Ace squirms free and jumps up to his feet. Dropkick to the side of Sanders’ head. Sanders rolls over onto his side grabbing his head. Ace is up to his feet again. He grabs Sanders’ legs and goes for a Texas Cloverleaf. Sanders shoves Ace off of him with his feet and backwards hard. Ace moves in again, but Sanders sweeps Ace’s feet out from underneath him with his right leg. Ace lands on his back. Sanders is up. He drops an elbow right into Ace’s chest and stays on with a lazy cover.
ONE!
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Kickout.
Ace grabs Sanders by the head and rolls him over onto his back. Ace now has Sanders pinned down by straddling his chest. Sanders quickly lifts his legs up and hooks underneath Ace’s armpits with his feet, bringing him backwards and down onto his shoulders with a pin. Ace flips out of it before the referee can hit the mat and jumps up to his feet quickly. He grabs Sanders’ legs and leans backwards. Slingshot right into the top rope! Sanders stumbles over the rope and to the ring apron, then rolling off onto the floor right at Cora’s feet.
Martinez: Slight advantage to Ace King.
Loydson: And I think he might be in Sanders’ head a little bit.
Sanders, having landed on his left shoulder on the ring apron, shakes his arm out a little bit as Ace stands in the ring. The referee gets a two count before Sanders rolls back into the ring and up to his feet. The two tie up again, but it’s Ace who shoves Sanders back into the corner. He drives a shoulder hard into Sanders’ midsection, and a second, and a third. He grabs Sanders by the wrist and Irish-whips him across the ring into the opposite corner, but Sanders reverses and turns it into a short-arm clothesline. Ace hits the mat hard, but Sanders doesn’t let go of Ace’s arm. Sanders twists Ace’s arm and then drops a leg hard into Ace’s right shoulder. Sanders gets up to his feet and steps on Ace’s right hand with his left foot. He takes his right foot and stomps down hard on Ace’s shoulder. With Ace’s hand still pinned down, Sanders stomps again on Ace’s shoulder. Sanders bends over and grabs Ace’s arm, going for an armbar. Ace clasps his hands together and blocks the full extension. Ace scoots up onto his knees and then up to his feet, Sanders still trying to lock in the arm bar. Ace uses his strength and lifts Sanders up off of the mat before driving him hard down with a modified powerbomb. Sanders releases his grip as his back hits the mat.
Martinez: This one is slowly starting to amp up and these two men are past the feeling out phase of the match.
Ace exits the ring to the apron and stands there waiting for Dominic to get to his feet. Sanders slowly gets up to his feet and Ace slingshots himself over the top rope, catches Dominic’s head, and DDTs him hard into the mat! He covers his fellow Diamond Dog.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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Kickout by Sanders!
Ace whips his body around and pulls Sanders up to a seated position. He drives a right knee hard into Sanders’ back. Sanders arches his back in pain and turns over onto his hands and knees. Ace stands over Sanders and jumps up, driving his hips down hard into Sanders’ lower back. Sanders hits the mat hard. Ace leans over and grabs Sanders by the shoulder and pulls him to his feet. Ace runs and bounces off of the ropes. He goes for a clothesline with his right arm, but Sanders ducks under and grabs Ace’s arm, pulling it behind Ace and then locks in a Crossface Chicken Wing! Sanders puts a ton of torque on that right shoulder he worked on earlier while wrenching his friend’s neck!
Martinez: What a counter by Sanders! He’s got that Chicken Wing locked in!
Loydson: Sanders is pulling out all the stops! I have never seen him use this move in the nearly three years he has been here!
Ace grabs at Sanders’ left hand, trying to remove it from his chin. Sanders leans back and drops to the mat, keeping the move locked in. He wraps his legs around Ace’s ribs, trying to squeeze the air out of Ace. The referee asks if Ace gives up, but Ace says no. Ace punches Sanders’ left elbow hard, trying to get him to break the hold. Another punch, but it’s weaker this time.
Martinez: Is Ace King fading?!
Loydson: It sure looks like it!
Ace’s left arm drops and the referee asks for a submission. Ace doesn’t respond. The referee grabs Ace’s left wrist and raises it up. He drops it.
ONE!
He grabs Ace’s wrist again and raises it up. He drops it again.
TWO!!
He does it a third time, but Ace pulls through! Ace is trying to fight out of it. Ace pushes his feet into the ground and bridges up. Sanders’ shoulders are in the mat!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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Sanders releases the hold and rolls Ace off of himself. Ace rolls over onto his stomach and grabs at his right shoulder, wincing in pain. Sanders sits up onto his rear and leans against the ropes. He looks over at Ace and reaches up, pulling himself to his feet with the top rope. Sanders walks over to his tag partner and grabs him by the right arm, pulling him up to his feet. He holds Ace’s wrist with both hands and yanks down hard, dropping Ace to the mat! Sanders walks over to the ropes and steps through onto the ring apron. He walks over to the turnbuckles and climbs up. He looks down at his friend and leaps off, nailing Ace in the back of the head with the Titletown!!!
Martinez: That’s gotta be it!
Loydson: Cover him!
Sanders rolls Ace over and hooks the leg!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THRE-NO!! ACE KICKS OUT!
Sanders can’t believe it. He sits up into a seated position next to Ace and looks at the referee. The referee assures him it was only a two count. Sanders smiles in disbelief. He rests a right hand on Ace’s shoulder, who just lays there. Sanders pats his friend on the chest and then gets up to his feet. Sanders reaches down and pulls Ace up to his feet. He grabs Ace and lifts him up onto his shoulders for the Riptide! Ace squirms free and drops onto his feet. He grabs Dominic by the head. HIGH ROLLER! Sanders falls over onto his back. Ace lays there grabbing his shoulder, as that move took everything to execute it. Ace looks up at the lights and shakes his right arm out. He slowly rolls over and crawls towards Sanders. He drapes a left arm across Sanders’ chest.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THRE-KICKOUT BY SANDERS!
The crowd lets out an exhausted sigh as this match continues. They are on their feet as Sanders and Ace are both on the mat. The referee checks on both men and then begins to administer a ten count.
ONE!
Martinez: These two men have given us their all tonight, but did we expect anything less?!
Loydson: Absolutely not. We have seen them beat the hell out of each other before out of hatred, but these two men absolutely respect each other and have given us one hell of a fight tonight!
FOUR!
Both men begin to stir a little bit. Ace is the first one to a seated position and Sanders slowly crawls over to the corner.
SIX!
Ace turns over onto his hands and knees and brings his right foot up, now on one knee. Sanders grabs ahold of the top ropes in the corner and pulls himself up to both knees.
EIGHT!
Ace is up! He leans against the ropes as he looks at Sanders pulling himself up to his feet.
Martinez: You wonder how much these two have left in them!
Loydson: It can’t be much more, Javier.
Sanders charges at Ace looking for a Clothesline from Hell! Ace ducks! He lifts Sanders up with all of his strength… BLACKJACK BOMB! BLACKJACK BOMB! He covers Sanders and hooks both legs!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
“THE ACE OF SPAAAADES!”
Chriqui: Here is your winner… AAAAACE KIIIIING!
Martinez: Wow! What a hell of a match!
Loydson: No doubt, Javier. What a way to end a great show!
Sanders lays on the mat with both hands on his head. It’s easy to tell that emotions have swept over him right now. Ace is on his feet. The referee grabs his wrist and goes to raise it, but Ace doesn’t allow it. He politely declines. He looks down at Sanders and drops a knee next to him. He reaches down and pulls Sanders up to a seated position. He goes behind Sanders, puts his arms under his armpits, and lifts Sanders to his feet. Sanders pulls his head out of his hands and Ace throws an arm over Sanders’ shoulders and says something to him. Sanders nods exhaustedly. Ace reaches down and grabs Sanders by the wrist. He raises Sanders’ arm in the air and the crowd rises to their feet for the match they just saw. Cora joins the two of them in the ring. She stands next to Ace and grabs his other wrist, raising it into the air, too. As the victor, both of Ace’s arms are in the air and the crowd erupts as “Ace of Spades” continues to play.
Martinez: What an incredible way to end this night. Dominic Sanders may be hated by many, but the crowd just showed respect to the two men who put on a hell of a match! For Phillip Loydson, I am Javier Martinez! We will see you again November 6th in Anaheim! Goodnight!
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Ace King
Mac/Scorpio
Samantha Hamilton/Robi Mitchell/Alex Carbajal
Gabriel Ohio
Cyrus Black
Scorpio/President Mac
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Cyrus Black
MATCH TWO
WRITER: Dominic Sanders
MATCH THREE
WRITER: Samantha Hamilton
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: FN'R
MATCH FIVE | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Dominic Sanders
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RECAP OF WINNERS
TAG TEAM MATCH
The Bass Brothers (NO SHOW) Vs Gabrielle Visconty & Saidie Sharpe
WINNER(S): Gabrielle Visconty & Saidie Sharpe
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Singles Match
Eddie Dozier Vs Phoenix Winterborn(w/ Marissa Davidson)
WINNER(S): Eddie Dozier
...
Triple Threat Match
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Vs Robi "Valkyrie" Mitchell Vs Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton
WINNER(S): Samantha Hamilton Submitted Alex Carbajal
...
Triple Threat Match
Cyrus Black Vs President Scorpio Vs Ryo Hazama
WINNER(S): Scorpio Pinned Cyrus Black
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Singles Match
Ace King Vs Dominic Sanders
WINNER(S): Ace King
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Scorpio & Ryo Hazama
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Cyrus Black Vs President Scorpio Vs Ryo Hazama
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