FN'R #477 - Anaheim, California

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

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AND YOUNGBLOOD II FALLOUT

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EPISODE 477
NOVEMBER 6TH 2020

LIVE! From The Honda Center in Anaheim, California

EWC RAMPAGE
11.06.2020
Live The Honda Center in Anaheim, California
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 WAS SCREWED}

{WOOOOOOOOOO IGGY'S THIGHS!}

{SDRAWKCAB SI NGIS YM}

{CYRUS BLACK CYRUS BLACK CYRUS BLACK}

{ACE KING VS SAMANTHA HAMILTON}

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, Ryu Hazama, Phoenix Winterborn, Samantha Hamilton, Samuel McPherson, Saoirse Maguire and Scorpio.

The MacTron flips back to Melody Malone holding her United States Championship high. She 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 and we have a big Hell In A Cell match planned! Cyrus Black Vs Scorpio! But first, we catch you up on Friday Night Gambit. Arata Asakura was able to beat Peach Gelato in about 3 minutes and S.T. picked up a dominate win over Mean Girlz.

Loydson: Good for those guys on Gambit. Can be tough sometimes honestly.... but Cyrus and Scorpio, a rematch I don't care about. What I care about is this conspiracy about Scorpio being screwed.  

Martinez: Pleasant as always.

Loydson: BooHoo. I just speak the truth. And then in the semi-main event we have Ryo Vs Dominic Sanders again. Now that should be good.  

Martinez: And before that, Ace King Vs Samantha Hamilton in a rematch themselves. Should be a good night as re return to some older stories. 

Loydson: Might be an ight night. 

Martinez: Well folks, while Loydson continues his whining, we will be right back!!! 

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As we pan around the arena in Anaheim, California “Coming Undone” by Korn hits the speakers. The crowd goes wild for the President of The EWC. The cheering only gets louder as Mac steps out from the back, a determined look on his face. He greets the fans with a few waves and slaps some hands on the way down the ramp however he clearly isn’t his usual jovial self. As President Mac hits the ring he calls for a microphone…

Martinez: Well we heard on Prime that Mac was planning to make an announcement about the ongoing Scorpio situation and here he is right on time!

Loydson: Presumably he’s going to hand over control of the EWC to Scorpio in a peaceful transition of power? Or are we going to see a rambling meltdown where he claims he has the ‘legal’ victory?!

Martinez: … he absolutely does have the legal victory though.

The fans are still cheering and give a loud “Mac! Mac! Mac!” chant and the EWC CEO smiles momentarily and gives the crowd a nod. He paces around the ring and seems to be thinking things over, trying to decide what exactly to say.

Mac: Thank you everyone, and thank you for your kind words and support during this difficult time. The first thing I want to tell you all is that Summer is going to be fine…

A huge cheer goes up and Mac nods his head.

Mac: She sustained a concussion but there’s no lasting damage; she’s at home recovering after the frankly disgusting attack at the hands of Scorpio…

Anaheim descends into a chorus of boos at the mere mention of the so-called 46th President of The United States.

Mac: … I feel you Anaheim. Now I’ve been silent for the past couple of weeks mulling over my thoughts and deciding where to go with this. You see ever since Scorpio started spouting his conspiracy theories and claiming interference and favouritism I took the stance of ignoring him; he is, after all, a bully and the only way to get rid of a bully is to wait for them to get bored of their own insane rhetoric. Ultimately my opinion was that he couldn’t do much harm – interfering in matches and attacking opponents, whilst poor sportsmanship, is part and parcel of being a professional wrestler. When he started to criticise the EWC’s leadership I took it on the chin – I’m the boss, being criticised by anyone and everyone is my job, I can take the heat. His speeches got longer and longer, his ideas got wilder and wilder, he got louder and louder… I thought he would burn himself out eventually…

Martinez: We saw Mac use that strategy, repeatedly refusing to give Scorpio a match. Most of us agreed with that tactic!

Loydson: As Scorpio’s said, it was cowardice!

Mac: I must say I’m impressed with Scorpio’s tenacity; despite the answer being no over and over again he’s endlessly come after me making outlandish requests and even more outlandish claims. It became a bit of a sport, didn’t it? On almost every EWC show for the past two months The S-Factor has asked for a match with me and I’ve turned him down. I hoped he’d get the message, he’d get bored, he’d find someone on the active roster to pick a fight with. At YoungBlood that all changed… at YoungBlood he took our battle a step too far and he crossed a line…

President Mac’s face goes stony and furious as he tightens his grip on the microphone and his pacing around the ring picks up speed.

Mac: I want to be perfectly clear – what Scorpio did in that parking lot in Halifax was unforgiveable. If you’re listening to this you delusional, self-absorbed, nasty piece of work I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR LAYING YOUR HANDS ON SUMMER! How dare you? HOW DARE YOU?! In that one act you proved yourself to be the lowest of the low. In that one act you showed me just how far you’ve fallen and how truly mad you’ve become. A few weeks ago I told the world I thought Scorpio needed professional help, that I was willing to use our talent insurance to get him what he needed… a few weeks ago I thought he was redeemable and could be rehabilitated…

He stops pacing and pauses briefly.

Mac: Now I can see that’s impossible. In his attack on my fiancé Scorpio has opened my eyes to precisely who he is and what he’s capable of. Since Night of Champions last year he has read malice and bias into every loss, he’s blamed anyone but himself for every failure, he’s had his own private militia attack anyone who even slightly stands in his way, he’s employed lawyers to score title shots and threatened us with lawsuits and even tried to blackmail his way into an Undisputed Championship match. The more I look at it the more I realise Scorpio hasn’t been a simple bully… he’s been a cancer growing over the company I love, invading every part of it he can, poisoning and killing everything he can. You can’t have an EWC show these days without him or one of his damn campaign videos turning up. You can’t wrestle him without being accused of being part of my ‘machinations’ and you definitely can’t beat him without being accused of my interference. You can’t escape him…

The fans are booing loudly as Mac recounts Scorpio’s influence and interference in the EWC. He closes his eyes momentarily before he looks up.

Mac: To beat a cancer you’ve got to cut it out.

The crowd go wild for that one as Mac remains stoic.

Mac: I don’t see an end to this as long as Scorpio wrestles in the EWC. Everything bad that happens to him becomes part of the conspiracy, everything good that happens to him becomes another reason why he should be in charge of the EWC instead of me. It needs to end, one way or another for the good of the entire EWC this war needs to end, and the only way it’s going to end is if I give him the one thing he wants…

Martinez: … is he gonna accept Scorpio’s offer of a match?

Loydson: Shhhh he’s about to yield the EWC to Scorpio!

President Mac takes a deep breath before he raises the microphone.

Mac: I know you’re back there Scorpio so listen up – you’re on. You and me, WrestleFest, President vs. President. IF YOU’RE SO DESPERATE TO TAKE ME ON THEN LET’S DO THIS! Monday Night Brawl, Madison Square Garden, we’re signing the contract to make it official… I’ll see you there… Mr. President.

The crowd goes WILD with cheers as Mac throws his microphone down and “Coming Undone” hits the speakers again. He climbs from the ring and greets some of the ringside fans with a few handshakes and fist bumps before he heads up the ramp. Just before the curtain Mac turns around and gives the fans one final nod.

Martinez: Well there you have it, after weeks of back and forth President Mac has finally agreed to wrestle the S-Factor – President vs. President is happening at WrestleFest!

Loydson: As Scorpio has told us that man is a weak and pathetic leader and I for one cannot wait to see the 46th President of The United States destroy him!

Martinez: I for one think Mac did the right thing, he bided his time and tried to settle this peacefully but Scorpio took it a step too far and crossed a line and now it’s time to ‘cut out the cancer’ as the President said.

Loydson: So you reckon he’s just been Biden his time then?

Martinez: And I think eventually he’ll Trump his opponent!

Backstage, the camera finds Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton standing with her husband and manager, Joseph “Orion” Hunter, both preparing for her upcoming match against Ace King. As the two wait, their backs to the door, the door opens to admit Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Aoife “Banshee” Maguire. Sam and Joseph turn to face them, both looking unsure of what is to come next. Bullet looks Sam in the eyes and nods.

Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: ¡Hermanas siempre!

Sam smiles and Bullet hugs the taller woman. Sam hugs her back and the other Maidens move in to join the embrace, Bandit pulling Joseph over as well.

Jackie “Bandit” Layton: Get over here, Orion, you’re still our brother too!

Orion opens his mouth, temporarily looking ready to protest. But as quickly as his mouth opens, it just as swiftly shuts as he, too, joins into the group hug. Sam, all the while, looks equally as torn; clearly wanting to speak, but not sure what to even try to say.

Finally, the only thing she can muster any courage to utter leaves her lips.

Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: Lamento que haya tenido que llegar a esto.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Feckin’ ‘ell, Lass, we still bae lovin’ ye no matta whot!

Aoife “Banshee” Maguire: Aye, tha bae th’ truth o’ tings!

The Titaness grins at that, nodding in agreement. As she straightens her posture up, pulling slightly but not fully away from the embrace, Sam looks between all of the Maidens before glancing down at Alex.

Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: Hate to cut this short, but you’re first between all of us. Since … GAMBIT already happened and all.

Sam gently places a hand atop Bullet’s shoulder, nodding firmly.

Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: I may not have the kutte anymore, but I still intend to keep referring to myself as a Shieldmaiden, particularly as far as mannerisms and fighting spirit goes. For now though? Go show Asriel why Dios Es Una Bala indeed.

Bullet smiles.

Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: And you… show Ace King… hell is empty… and the TITANESS is here! ¡Viva la Titaness!

Bullet, Bandit, Psycho and Banshee all raise their fists into the air in solidarity. As they see the gesture, both Sam and Orion follow suit and raise their own fists in response. Even as the others slowly filter out one by one, both The Titaness and Joseph keep their pose … only lowering their hands until they absolutely need to resume preparing for Sam’s own upcoming fight.

MATCH #1
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Vs Asriel Buzzard
(Singles Match)
(Ref: Pierce Patterson)

Martinez: Well now we're all hot after that opening segment, It's time for a match that should be very exciting, Phillip.

Loydson: Exciting for whom?

Martinez: All of us. I, personally, really enjoy Alex Carbajal. And Asriel Buzzard has shown us a lot of promise. I think this could be a very good matchup.

Loydson: If you say so. I was looking forward to going to the bathroom during this match. Asriel Buzzard is about to wax the floor with this girl and I've got to pee!

Martinez: You will not do anything of the sort.

Chriqui: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights dim and the Shieldmaidens motto “Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!” comes over the MacTron as guitar stabs ring out. Concrete Blonde’s “God Is A Bullet” starts up in earnest and Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire and Katrina "Hairicin" 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.

Chriqui: Introducing first... from New Orleans, Louisiana... Representing the Shieldmaidens! ALEX "BULLET" CARBAJAAAAL!

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: Bullet looks ready to go here tonight.

Loydson: I'll give her an A for effort, then...

Martinez: Be nice, Philip.

Loydson: That's not in my contract.

“IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?”

As the first notes of Machine Head's "Is There Anybody Out There?" pound through the arena, images of the Great Plains appear on the MacTron, mixed with pictures of crosses and churches. Spotlights flash around the arena but focus on the stage as the drums and heavier riff starts and Asriel Buzzard appears through the curtain.

“COME ON!”

Chriqui: And her opponent... from Hill City, Kansas... weighing in at 196 pounds... ASRIEEEEL BUZZARD!

He stands at the top of the ramp, eyes closed and fists clenched in front of his chest for a few seconds. After opening his eyes, he starts to march to the ring, glaring at the fans putting their hands out over the barrier. He circles the ring twice after arriving at ringside.

“THE PARANOIA, DROPS ME TO MY KNEES”

Asriel walks up the ring steps, dashes along the apron and climbs to the top rope.

“’CAUSE NO FLAG CAN MEAN BRAVERY WHEN BLOODIED BY SLAVERY, THE REBEL, A DEVIL, DISGUISED AS A SAVIOR”

On the top rope, Asriel holds his arms aloft then brings them to his chest where he holds them together briefly before leaping down into the ring and removing his jacket.

Loydson: Now THIS guy I like! 

Martinez: Ya don't say?

Loydson: I just did!

Martinez: Well, despite him being relatively new here in the EWC, Asriel Buzzard faces one of his toughest tests tonight.

DING DING DING

The two start off in the middle of the ring. Bullet uses her quickness to dodge a tie-up attempt by Buzzard. She ducks behind him and puts him in a rear waistlock. She tries for a German suplex, but Buzzard puts the brakes on. He reaches between his legs and grabs her right foot. Buzzard yanks it through his legs and she hits the mat on her back. Buzzard flips her over and into a single leg Boston Crab. Bullet scrambles quickly to the ropes and is able to get ahold of the bottom rope to break up the submission attempt. Buzzard drapes Bullet’s foot on the middle rope and springs himself up and back down onto her knee. She rolls into the middle of the ring holding her knee as Buzzard smirks devilishly.

Martinez: The plan is obvious, here. Asriel Buzzard is looking to take the legs right out from underneath the Bullet.

Bullet drags herself into the corner and Buzzard stalks after her. As Buzzard approaches, Bullet grabs the top rope and pulls herself up to her feet and swiftly into a dropkick right into his chest. Buzzard hits the mat. Bullet drops a knee down across the bridge of his nose and somersaults out of it. She rolls up to her feet. Buzzard sits up but Bullet immediately hits a basement dropkick right between his eyes! She covers.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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Kickout by Buzzard.

Bullet gets right back up and goes back to work. She lifts Buzzard to his feet and then connects with the Cabacera! Buzzard drops to the mat, but Bullet grabs him by the wrist and pulls him back upright. She goes for the ripcord rolling elbow she calls Dios Es Una Bala! Buzzard ducks under the elbow and behind Bullet. He lifts her up and drives her into his knee with a backbreaker. He covers!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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Kickout by Carbajal.

Loydson: Now Asriel Buzzard is taking control!

Martinez: These two have been very evenly matched thus far.

Buzzard picks Bullet up, looking to put her away. He grabs her arm and puts it through her legs. He lifts her up into The Survival! She slips out of it and behind him. She still has ahold of his wrist. Dios Es Una Bala! NO! Buzzard dodges it once more! He counters it into The Survival, this time connecting with it! Buzzard covers!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: Here is your winner… ASRIEEEL BUZZARD!

Martinez: Neither one of these two wanted to give this match away. They both seemed one step ahead of each other all night.

Loydson: Until she wasn’t. Because I don’t see Carbajal’s arm being raised right now!

Martinez: That is true. What a win for Asriel Buzzard!

Buzzard collects himself and leaves. Bullet stumbles to the back and is helped by her sisters.

We cut to the back to see Dominic Sanders and Cora Whitaker sitting in their locker room. Dominic is getting ready for his match with Ryo Hazama. Cora is sitting there reading an issue of People Magazine. A few seconds later, Dominic‘s cell phone rings. Cora looks up from her magazine.

Cora: Who is it, babe?

Sanders: It’s Brad. My neighbor back in Texas. I wonder what he wants.

Cora: Well, answer it.

Dominic answers the phone.

Sanders: Hello, Brad. What’s up?

Sanders listens for a couple of minutes as Brad begins telling Dominic exactly what the note that Ryo Hazama left on his front door said. As Dominic listens, his face becomes more and more white and we see the color escaping from his face. Cora looks on concerned as her fiancé does not look well at all. Finally, Brad finishes reading the note and Dominic takes a gulp in his throat before bidding Brad goodbye.

Sanders: Thanks, Brad. Bye.

Sanders hangs up the phone and slowly walks over to where Cora is. He sits down next to her and stares at the floor. Cora puts her magazine down and puts a hand on his thigh.

Cora: Well? What was it? Why do you look so terrified?

Sanders slowly lifts his head and looks at Cora in the eyes. His breathing is scattered, as he has a ball of nerves in his stomach. Finally, he is able to get the words out.

Sanders: I think Hazama is going to try and kill me tonight.

Cora puts a hand over her mouth with a gasp. Sanders begins telling her the story of the note as we go back to ringside.

MATCH #2
Callie Clark Vs Robi "Valkyrie" Mitchell
(Singles Match)
(Ref: Pierce Patterson)

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Martinez: That is certainly startling news to hear from Dominic Sanders.

Loydson: Ryu may have snapped at losing his title, I don't know. But I doubt he'd try to kill Dominic Sanders tonight.

Martinez: I certainly hope not, but for now we move on to our next match... Callie Clark Vs Robi Mitchell.

Loydson: Always a treat to see Callie on the brand. Wonder if she'd lay down for me.

Chriqui: The following match is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, Weighing in at 115 pounds, from New York, New York, CALLILE CLARK!!

Off With Her Head hits and Callie Clark struts out onto the stage after letting the music play for a few seconds, and strikes a pose on the stage, showing off her Shego cosplay as pyro goes off behind her. Callie raises up her hands and green smoke shoots from them. She walks down the ramp, ignoring fans along the way before taking a running start and jumping onto the ring apron, posing again on the apron. She steps through the ropes and walks to the middle of the ring, striking one final pose while shooting a wink to the camera then goes to her corner as the music cuts.

Martinez: Callie looks pumped for this one.

Loydson: Something is pumped at that suit. My word.

Martinez: Robi Mitchell however, she has promised this will be a quick one.

Loydson: I mean Robi is a dime too.

Chriqui: And 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.

DING DING DING

Callie and Robi meet in the center of the ring. Callie looks for a tie-up but Robi just powers her up and tosses her to the side. Callie gets to her feet but Robi grabs her head and pulls her into a biel suplex. Callie smashes her face against the mat and retreats back to her corner. She climbs up and shakes off a bit. Callie makes her way towards Robi but The Valkyrie explodes towards Callie and jumps into a knee strike that takes Callie down. Robi goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

THR… KICKOUT BY CALLIE CLARK!


Martinez: Robi has taken an early advantage in this one!

Loydson: She is beating the hell out of Callie.

Robi laughs and drags Callie up. Callie spins into a quick backfist that catches Robi off guard! Callie turns and jumps into a pele-kick that connects between Robi’s eyes! Mitchell stumbles around. Callie hits the ropes and rushes Robi with a sling blade finally taking her down! Callie makes the cover!

ONE… KICKOUT BY ROBI MITCHELL


Martinez: Callie with a nice comeback, but is it enough?

Loydson: I mean it's enough for me.

Martinez: You are an absolute menace.

Loydson: Yes. Yes I am.

Robi sits up, Callie hits the ropes. Callie rushes in for a cannonball but Robi moves! Callie slowly gets to her feet but Robi grabs on a waist lock and pulls Callie into a high-angle German, dropping her directly on the back of her head! Callie rolls through and leans on the ropes for support but seems out of it. Robi rushes for the spear but Callie moves! Robi flies in between the ropes and hits the outside hard. Callie takes off the ropes and then suicide dives out into Robi as she stands! Robi’s head is sent into a barricade. Robi is on her knees trying to get up when Callie hits a THORS HAMMER TO THE BACK OF HER HEAD! Callie rolls the much bigger woman into the ring and grabs a double wrist lock and gets her up to her knees for a second THORS HAMMER! Callie leaves her knee pressed against Robi’s chin to add a layer of disrespect before rolling her into a cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... CALLIE CLARK!

Martinez: Callie did it!

Callie rolls from the ring and stumbles to the ramp. She falls onto the stage and just looks into the ring, wearing an expression of both shock and cockiness.

Loydson: I told you she could do it!

Martinez: Robi gave Callie hell but she was able to fight back into it.

Loydson: That was actually a good match.

Martinez: Now I'm told we have something on the MacTron!

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We get a close-up of a crackling fire, lighting up the cozy room. The camera pans back as we see Jordan Sharpe in a robe, reading a book and blowing on a bubble pipe. He looks down over his glasses as he notices the camera. We briefly see the title of the book, ‘The Joy of Eating Ass,’ before he tosses it into the fire.

JFS: Ohh .. Hello there! Didn’t see ya there. Please, come in. Just getting a bit of light reading in. Now, in case you didn’t know, I’m the INDYSPUTED Champion of the EWC, Jordan Sharpe. But you folks already knew that didn’t you? Well why am I wasting this precious air time? Because I’ve got some grievances. People who really pissed me off on this journey to the top.

He pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of his robe, and unfurls it as he clears his throat.

JFS: Ahem. For example, take Melody Malone for example, who said on July 30th that ‘I’m running my mouth like ‘Indy wrestling’ means anything but it’s the brand that gets paid less’ … Well. I’m certainly getting paid now aren’t I, you stupid bird! GETTING MORE COIN THAN YOU, MAMA!

He squints as he looks at the paper.

JFS: Why am I wearing these glasses? Anyways, or how about my arch-enemy, Dominic Sanders himself who on September 16th had this little gem; ‘You'll NEVER win one over me again. You can bet on that.’ Yikes. I think I beat him twice at the Rumble. And now you’re not gonna have one over on anyone ever again here pretty soon, eh? Dumb fuck. HAHA! RETIRED!

He sighs, and scribbles something on the paper.

JFS: Or how about the ‘PRESIDENT’ himself, Scorpio, who said back on July 24th that my ‘successes are not on par with those of Brawl and Rampage. You are an arrogant and over-sized fish in a particularly stagnant tiny garden pond’ and he ‘cannot wait to drive a Louboutin heel down my throat’ Well you’d know about arrogant wouldn’t you, you poorly dressed skank! NOW I'M RAMPAGE AND BRAWL'S CHAMPION .. TECHNICALLY!

Sharpe chuckles at his own joke.

JFS: Of course, then there’s Xavier Reid. Couple weeks ago, October 17th this son of a bitch said ‘I hope you enjoyed your moment Jordan and understand that when you come at the CHAMP you better come with more than dildos and shitty ass rap songs...that crap might work on the Indy’s but it won’t work in the land of the UNDISPUTED!!’ .. Well I think it worked pretty fucking well didn’t it, Reid? You lost to XAP and shitty dildo jokes along with the best ass whooping I’ve given yet. Key word being yet.”

He gives a cheeky smile as he looks at the paper one more time.

JFS: And I had to dig for this one, you guys are going to love this. On February 15th, 2019 .. A little too close to my birthday by the way .. Stitches himself said ‘Jordan Sharpe now finds himself standing on a pedestal, Xavier Reid's lifeless carcass lying at his feet, one foot placed firm into Xavier Reid's chest as he screams to the heavens above about how this is his time to push forward.’ … I guess some things never change do they? Here I am once again Stitches. Different circumstances, same result. You know what happened back then, after I beat Xavier Reid? I beat you next. I think at WrestleFest I’ll just go ahead and beat you both. History has a way of repeating itself. Because NOT ONLY AM I SIMPLY THE BEST ..”

He stands, disrobing himself so he’s completely nude except for the Undisputed Championship around his waist.

JFS: I AM YOUR INDYSPUTED CHAMPION!

At that moment, Saidie walks by the open door.

Saidie: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. MY EYES! THEY’LL NEVER COME CLEAN FROM THIS! WHY ARE YOU SO DISGUSTING?!

MATCH #3
Ace King Vs Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton
(No DQ MATCH)
(Ref: Mike Michaelson)

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Martinez: Time for a rematch we have all waited for, Ace King Vs Samantha Hamilton!

Loydson: HAMMY!!!

Martinez: Try not to be biased Phil.

Loydson: I'll try.

Chriqui: Introducing first 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.

Martinez: Hamilton has a lot to prove tonight.

Loydson: I don't think she has to prove a damn thing.

Martinez: Phil.

Loydson: Sorry...

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

"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 (insert arena name here). 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.

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

He stops for a couple seconds at the end of the ramp, then charges to the ring, with red pyro exploding from the turnbuckles as he dives in under the bottom rope. He spins up onto one knee and stares out into the crowd before getting to his feet and getting his game face on while awaiting the bell.

DING DING DING

With the start of the match Hamilton takes off after Kick, slamming into him with a dropkick. King flies backwards into the corner and stumbles out and Hamilton kicks him in the mouth. Kink drops to a knee, Hamilton gut-wrenches him up and throws him into a buckle-bomb! King stumbles out and tries to find some footing but Hamilton sends him towards the ropes off an Irish-whip, and SPEAR from Hamilton! The impact turns Ace inside out and he lands on the back of his head. Hamilton pulls Ace up and sends him into the ropes again, this time she slaps him with a bigboot! Hamilton drags King up and goes for another Irish-whip but he reverses and ducks behind, grabbing on a sleeping. Ace rips Sam back into a snap-dragon! Hamilton lands on the back of her head and rolls up grabbing her neck. King pulls her in and drops her into a brainbuster suplex! Spiking Hamilton on the top of her head!

Martinez: JESUS

Loydson: Hamilton and King are relentless tonight!

King drags Hamilton up and sends her towards the ropes, on the rebound he jumps into an enziguri that lands flush against the side of Sam’s head. King goes for the cover but Hamilton powers out at 1. King drags her up and sends her into the corner. Hamilton hits the corner and rushes out but King pops her up into the air! On the rebound he smashes her face with a European uppercut! King drags Sam up a second brainbuster suplex. Cover!

ONE!

TWO… KICKOUT BY SAMANTHA HAMILTON!!!

Ace nods his head in approval and drags Sam up, he takes a back and grabs on a waist lock. Ace yanks Sam backwards into a nasty German suplex and maintains the hold. He goes for it two more times before also landing a bridge.

ONE!

TWO… KICKOUT BY SAMANTHA HAMILTON!!


Martinez: Hamilton will not give up, she has so much fighting spirit.

Loydson: Don't like Ryo hear you, he yelled at the last person to say that.

Martinez: Good point.. Sam has fighting energy!

Loydson: Good enough.

King drags Sam up, but she shoves him up and leaps into a superkick before immediately falling deadweight. Her kick connected with King’s jaw and put him down as well. Sam crawls to King and uses him to pull herself up before lifting him just enough to drop him into a DDT. She makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO… KICKOUT BY ACE KING!!!

King and Hamilton are both feeling the effects of all these headshots as they struggle to stand. They begin to trade forearm shots, trade kicks and trade elbows. They trade for several minutes and any normal human would be unconscious by now. Hamilton goes for an elbow strike but Ace King ducks it and SNAP-DRAGON! Ace maintains the hold and rolls Sam over. He stands with the sleeper applied and from there lifts Sam into an electric chair! Ace drops her leg while pulling her head down into a piledriver! Pocket Aces!!! King covers!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... ACE KING!

Martinez: King does it, but Hamilton put up one hell of a fight!

The ref helps King up, but he breaks away to help Hamilton up. They hold their hands up high after having another classic. Ace and Sam exit together.

Loydson: A sign of respect from Ace, more than I expected from him.

Martinez: A massive sign of respect from both competitors, who have now had two classics.

Loydson: Hamilton carrying Ace as usual.

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We head backstage to one of the corridors deep inside The Honda Center. We can hear the familiar voices of President Mac and Grizzly Duggan and the camera slowly approaches an ajar door to one of the offices. The CEO and General Manager don’t notice the camera as it catches some candid shots of them; Mac is pacing the office as Duggan looks over some paperwork in front of him.

Mac: … we need to be rid of him… the EWC can’t continue with him amongst its ranks for Season 22… he’s become too dangerous and wild…

Duggan: I agree with you Danny but his contract, it’s water-tight. I’ve had the Rampage lawyers look over it all week, he came to us a 12-year veteran and a clever one at that, he’s ensured he’s untouchable.

Mac: I guess we never anticipated him becoming such a monster.

President Mac stops pacing and sighs as he presses at his temples. He takes a deep breath and leans on the desk as he looks to Duggan. He lays a hand on the paperwork in front of Grizzly and turns a few sheets over before he points to something on it. The Rampage GM’s eyes narrow as he reads it carefully.

Mac: The WrestleFest match, it’s the only way.

Duggan: … it’s the best chance I agree, but there’s no way he’ll go for it. This is the man that tried to sue us into giving him an Undisputed Championship match for God’s sake!

For a moment Mac shakes his head.

Mac: … you’re right. Grizzly we can’t keep him around… we can’t.

Duggan: I guess there’s one way he’d go for it…

Mac: Yes?

Duggan: If we offered him something he wanted. Something he wants even more than the match itself…?

The two men look at each other for a moment or two before a smile forms on Mac’s face. He nods his head before he pats Duggan on the shoulder.

Mac: You’re absolutely right. Get the lawyers back on the phone… we need that match contract finalised for Monday.

Duggan turns to get his cell phone and his gaze briefly falls on the open door and the camera poking through. He gives the camera a sly grin before he slams the door shut, blocking out the rest of their conversation.

Martinez: Mac and Duggan are planning something, and it sounds like it’s got to do with President vs. President. What do you think it means?

Loydson: I think it means there’s two Presidents having a match.

Martinez: No the conversation!

Loydson: Oh, Mac saying he doesn’t want Scorpio around anymore? It means Danny Mac is a pathetic little bitch and when Scorpio is President of The EWC we’ll be a powerful and world-beating company again.

MATCH #4
Dominic Sanders Vs Ryo Hazama
(Non-Title No DQ Match)
(Ref: Toyo Yasahiro)

Martinez: It's time for a monumental battle, Phillip...

Loydson: Dominic Sanders and Ryo Hazama will go one-on-one for the last time. 

Martinez: I didn't expect that these two would go one-on-one as a part of Dominic Sanders' 'farewell tour,' but I am glad that we are getting this match again.

Loydson: Enough chitter chatter! Here we go!

Chriqui: The following no disqualification contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights go out in the Honda Center. 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 not done so well in his 'farewell tour,' Phillip. 

Loydson: But come on, Javier. Dominic Sanders is one of the most impressive wrestlers in EWC history! He is going to bounce back from this tour no matter what! Even if it IS against Ryo Hazama.

Martinez: Well, we saw earlier that Sanders received a phone call from his neighbor in Texas. You've got to think that whatever they said is lingering on his mind. He might be cool and calm on the outside, but you can tell by the look in his eyes that he has some nerves here tonight.

As Sanders stands in the ring, the camera lingers on him for just a moment. No one was sure if Hazama was going to show, but the solidness in the former Indy Champion's face tells the story well.

The lights shut off and the crowd begins to generate some noise.

On the stage, a red spotlight appears and there, Ryo Hazama stands in center. The soft rain of lycoris petals fall down exclusively onto Dominic Sanders. The crowd starts to fall to a dull silence as Hazama begins to make his way down to the ring. He shrouds his head with a black hood, rising it only when he makes it to the ramp. The blackness around his eyes only illuminate his hostile glare even more.

Chriqui: And his opponent... from Roppongi, Tokyo, Japan... weighing in at 238 pounds... RYO HAAAAZAAAAMA!

The lights shut off again and when they come back on, they're cycling through their normal range of oranges and reds. Hazama stares intently at Dominic Sanders, and he begins to take off his jacket. The crowd begins to return back to normal noise as the former United States Champion makes his reappearance. He looks disheveled, but his eyes never wander away from Sanders. Even as the referee goes to check on him. Sanders stares at him intently knowing what Hazama has in store for him.

DING DING DING

Sanders stares at Hazama hesitantly. Hazama, however, wastes no time. He sprints at Sanders and jumps, driving a leaping forearm into his temple. Sanders falls back into the corner. Hazama attacks him with furious fists, knees, and kicks. He finally grabs Sanders by the head and drives him through the ropes and to the outside.

Martinez: I am a little worried for Sanders tonight.

Loydson: Why’s that?

Martinez: Because Ryo Hazama has a look in his eyes like he wants to maim and cripple Dominic Sanders.

Loydson: Not a chance. I love me some Hazama, but Sanders is a future hall-of-famer.

Hazama exits the ring after Sanders. He starts to take a few steps towards Cora, who backs up quickly. Hazama shakes his head at her and then stops at the corner of the ring. He bends down and reaches underneath it. He pulls out Heaven’s Helper!

Martinez: Oh no. That’s Nevaeh’s sledgehammer! We know that even she hadn’t really heard from Ryo since his disappearance, but he certainly still has some tricks up his sleeve.

Hazama strokes the head of the sledgehammer. As Sanders gets to his feet, Hazama sprints at Sanders and drives the heavy steel into his forehead. Sanders drops to the floor!

Martinez: My GOD!

Loydson: Okay, maybe he does want to kill Sanders.

Hazama drops Heaven’s Helper and climbs on top of Sanders. He drives fist after fist after fist into a now very busted open Sanders. Hazama pulls Sanders to his feet and grabs him by the head. He drives Sanders’ head hard into the steel ring steps. Hazama grabs the top portion of the steps and rips them off of the bottom portion. He sets them aside. Hazama grabs Sanders and puts Sanders’ head onto the bottom portion of the steel steps. Hazama grabs the top portion of the steps and lifts them up. HE SLAMS THEM DOWN ONTO SANDERS’ HEAD! The referee steps in between Hazama and Sanders, telling Hazama to back off. He checks on Sanders, whose head is bleeding profusely.

Martinez: This has turned really bad, really fast!

Loydson: The referee might think about calling this one.

The referee calls for medical personnel. As they rush out from the back, Hazama lays them out one after another with hard right fists. The referee asks Hazama what he’s doing. Hazama grabs the referee and throws him hard into the barrier at ringside!

Martinez: Ryo Hazama seemingly has snapped, Phillip!

Loydson: He’s cleaning house of anybody and everybody!

Hazama grabs Sanders and lifts him up to his feet. He rolls Sanders into the ring. Hazama slides in after and gets up to his feet. Hazama grabs Sanders and ties his arms up into the ropes. Hazama exits the ring again and digs under the ring. Cora gets into the ring and tries to untie Sanders. Hazama pulls a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat from under the ring! He slides into the ring and looks at Cora. Cora is shielding Sanders from Hazama. Hazama smirks and drills Cora in the cheek with the end of the baseball bat!

Martinez: WHAT THE HELL!

Loydson: Okay, now he might be going too far.

Martinez: MIGHT BE?!

Cora’s face is bleeding profusely. Medical personnel come out and tend to Cora. Hazama allows this as he turns his attention back to Sanders. He raises the bat up and swings for the fences, drilling Sanders in the ribcage! The barbed wire tears at his flesh as Hazama drags it purposefully back and forth! Cora is helped out of the ring and towards the back. Hazama rears back and swings at Sanders’ other side, drilling him hard! He immediately goes back to Sanders’ forehead, grating the barbed wire across his face. He finally drops the bat and kicks it out of the ring. Hazama unties Sanders from the ropes and Sanders drops face-first into the mat.

Martinez: Please tell me that he’s going to end this now.

Loydson: I sure hope so.

Hazama drags Sanders up to his feet. He lifts Sanders up and DRILLS HIM with Let It Die! Hazama drops to a knee and places his right hand in the middle of Sanders’ chest. Another referee sprints out from the back and slides into the ring.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: Here is your winner… RYO HAZAMA!

Martinez: Thank God that’s over!

Loydson: Yeah that was just a slaughtering, Javier.

Raising his hand off Sanders’ chest, Hazama stands up, looking outward at the audience. He slicks back his hair and squints at the atmosphere around him. Beckoning for the microphone, the Avaricious gets what he wished for shortly after asking. He cracks his neck and holds the microphone to his lips.

Hazama: The United States Championship match at WrestleFest will be a triple threat. Duggan, you can make it official for the people to understand, but it’s already set in stone.

The crowd pans his entitled speaking, but Hazama doesn’t even bat an eyelash.

Hazama: If anyone has an issue with it, you can try to stop me, but I promise you that if you do, you’ll end up like Sanders here. Except your retirement will be premature. And you’ll never walk the earth again.

Hazama drops the microphone and exits the ring, walking up the ramp with a quiet fury within him. The cameras linger on him until he gives them a side glare that makes them back off. He continues behind the curtain, which informs the feed to cut elsewhere.

MATCH #5 | MAIN EVENT
Cyrus Black Vs Scorpio
(Hell In A Cell)
(Ref: Toyo Yasahiro)

Martinez: You can see the cell being lowered down here folks! You know what that means, it’s main event time! President Scorpio will go one on one with Cyrus Black inside a hell in the cell! I feel like Christmas has came early. This is a stranglemania main event worthy match and we’re getting it here on Rampage! This is why we’re the number one show in the EWC.

Loydson: I think it’s suspect to be honest with you. Scorpio beat Cyrus and Hazama last time out on Rampage. Why should he have to face off against Cyrus again and this time in a barbaric match like this? Cyrus is only just back and he’s handed another shot at Scorpio. I’m not one for conspiracy theories but if I was Scorpio I’d be looking over my shoulder tonight because something smells fishy. President Mac and Duggan could have set Scorpio up here.

Martinez: Do you honestly believe that they would do that? President Mac I’m sure will deal with Scorpio when the time is right. This match is purely for our viewing pleasure and it’s also to settle the rivalry between these two once and for all. Don’t forget that many would blame Cyrus for the way Scorpio is right now. At Night of champions last year Cyrus threw Scorpio off of the Insanity cage and that kicked off the transition into this horrible human being that Scorpio has become today.

Loydson: I wouldn’t say that too loudly, if he hears you you’ll be the first one out the door when President Scorpio takes over the office! A vote for Scorpio is a vote for change Javier.

Chriqui: The following match is a hell in a cell and it’s scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, from Carson City, Nevada... weighing in at 230 pounds... 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..."

Walking through the cell door, Cyrus slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring, and 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: This is a big opportunity for the returning Cyrus Black. He came up short in the triple threat but tonight it’s just him and Scorpio locked inside that cage! He feels that a win here could propel him into the title scene... the question is what title?

Loydson: Who cares? Cyrus Black is a puppet. He’s being used as pawn by President Mac to try and take out Scorpio but it won’t work. I wish he’d just stayed away. He would’ve made a nice little house wife, cause we all know Melody wears the pants in that relationship.

Martinez: You really don’t like Cyrus do you, I’m beginning to think there’s a bit of jealousy there because of the girl he’s with. Let’s look it this way, he’s a former Undisputed and International champion. It would be a mistake if Scorpio underestimated him tonight.

Loydson: Jealous! Ha! The guy left the company because he was too banged up to compete. Does he look one hundred per cent to you right now? Scorpio might end his career here tonight and if that happens then Cyrus has no one to blame but himself.

’Hail To The Chief' plays and the crowd begin to boo knowing who's coming out. Slowly a number of The President's Men, Scorpio's band of bodyguards, march out from the back and line the stage and ramp ahead of the 46th President's arrival. The final one waves the Star-Spangled Banner as the music fades...

Chriqui: His opponent... Please welcome, from London, England by way of Washington DC, weighing in at 205 lbs... 'The S-Factor'... 'The 46th President of The United States'... 'The Baddest Bitch On The Planet'... 'The Commander-In-Chief'... the allegedly 'true' EWC United States Champion AND the allegedly 'rightful' EWC Undisputed Champion... SCORPIO!

'Iconic' - Madonna feat. Chance The Rapper hits the speakers as the house lights go down, switching to a spotlight focused on the curtain. It parts, revealing 'The S-Factor' Scorpio stood behind, a hand on his hip cutting a beautiful silhouette. He sashays forward, a long coat dripping in jewels swaying with every step. Behind him steps Crème de la Crème, Scorpio's drag queen confidant and manager. The two look to one another and nod, before Scorpio opens his coat and drops it to the floor, revealing another stunning outfit. He steps down the ramp with a confident strut, emulating that of the catwalk models of Paris and Milan, before reaching the ring. Scorpio stops at the cell door and looks up.

Martinez: Let me ask you something Phil, what do you think of Scorpios actions at Youngblood? Plenty of people have said it time and time again that he’s went too far but after what he did to Summer Heart I really think he’s crossed the line now. He’s so far away from the line... the line is a dot to Scorpio! I’m surprised he’s still got a job.

Loydson: Look sometimes you have to get your hands dirty during a presidential campaign! The end goal is too make the EWC a more fair and true place for people like Scorpio who have been held back all these years. Summer Heart was a casualty of war.

Martinez: A casualty of war my butt! She was an innocent women and.... wait a minute... it looks like Scorpio is walking back up the ramp and away from the cell.

The camera pans to Scorpio who is slowly backing up the ramp again, all the while looking up at the cell as Creme whispers something in his ear. The referee shouts at Scorpio to get into the cell but Scorpio just sneers at him and shakes his head.

Loydson: Scorpio isn’t stupid! He knows that he’s been set up here! President Mac is trying to soften him up. I wouldn’t get inside that cell either.

The fans shout abuse at Scorpio as he turns his back on the cell and walks slowly up the ramp. Just as he reaches the stage a loud cheer erupts around the arena. Scorpio turns around just in time to see Cyrus, who has now exited the ring and the cell, charging towards him. Before Scorpio has a chance to react Cyrus smashes him with a hard lariat that sends him crashing to the floor.

Cyrus leans down to pick Scorpio up but suddenly on Cremes orders Scorpios bodyguards the Presidents men descend on him. Cyrus catches the first guard with an uppercut and then the second with a forearm smash. Then next two jump on him at the same time causing Cyrus to stumble back. Meanwhile Scorpio is on his hands and knees crawling back down the ramp towards the cell. Cyrus shakes off the guards and turns to follow Scorpio back down to the ring. Scorpio gets to his feet and stumbles through the cell door. As Cyrus reaches the cell and steps through the door Scorpio suddenly swings the cell door towards him, the door cracks off of Cyrus’s head and he crumbles to the floor. Scorpio quickly lifts Cyrus up and rolls him into the ring as the ref finally calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Blood trickles down Cyrus’s face from his forehead as Scorpio lifts him to his feet and yells some abuse in his face before kicking him in the gut and hitting him with his signature move Paparazzi's Flash and making the pin....
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THR...Cyrus gets a shoulder up much to Scorpios frustration.

Martinez: Oh boy I thought Scorpio had it won early there!

Loydson: This match isn’t going to last too long, that cell door connecting with Cyrus’s head has made sure of that. The kid from Carson city is breathing out of his ass already.

Scorpio has a nasty look on his face as he gets to his feet and starts to stomp on Cyrus’s head and body. Scorpio then gets on top of Cyrus and lays into him with a fury of forearm shots to his already bloody face.

A disgusted look forms over Scorpios face as he stands up and sees his hands are covered in Cyrus’s blood. He turns and wipes the blood down the referees top before he gives Cyrus another kick to the head. Scorpio rolls out of the ring and lifts the ring apron up, disappearing from view for a few moments he then reappears with a a toolbox in his hand.

Martinez: What is this maniac doing with a toolbox?

Loydson: Maybe he’s doing a bit of D.I.Y on the side, you know President Scorpio really is a man of the people.

Once back in the ring Scorpio opens the toolbox and pulls out a pair of pliers. Before Cyrus has a chance to sit up Scorpio grabs the toolbox and swings it around smashing him in the head with it. Cyrus is down and out again as Scorpio kneels down and holds his head up, pliers in hand. Even the referee is yelling for Scorpio to stop now as an evil grin spreads over his face. Scorpion opens Cyrus’s mouth and attaches the set of pliers to one of his bottom teeth. Scorpio pauses and lets out a maniacal laugh before pulling on the tooth as hard as he can with the pliers. Cyrus let’s out a loud cry as Scorpio pulls the pliers out of his mouth with a tooth at the end of it.

Martinez: Oh my god Scorpio really is a sick son of a bitch! Excuse my language but he’s just pulled a tooth out of Cyrus’s mouth with those pliers!! What is he thinking!

Loydson: He’s a president who cares about dental care. Maybe Cyrus had a bad tooth.

The camera zooms in on Cyrus’s tooth that’s lying on the mat as Cyrus pushes Scorpio away and rolls across the ring with his hands covering his face. Scorpio isn’t wasting any time though, pliers still in his hand he quickly climbs into Cyrus’s back and drives the pliers into the back of Cyrus’s head. The crowd gasp in shock as Cyrus jolts back in pain, blood now dripping from the back of his head aswell. As Scorpio stands to his feet the referee tries to have a word with him. Scorpio pretends to lunges forward at the referee with the bloody pliers making the ref stumble back. Scorpio bursts out laughing as Creme and his guards clap and cheer from the outside. The rest of the arena is booing and jeering loudly as Scorpio takes a bow in the middle of the ring to antagonize them further.

Martinez: Scorpio has gone even further into the deep end than I ever imagined he could. I fear for Cyrus’s life right now.

Loydson: This all started with the fans backing Cyrus over Scorpio last year so it doesn’t surprise me that Scorpio has so much hatred towards him. Remember those fans cheered for Cyrus in that insanity cage match as Scorpio was being burned on a table. It’s all there fault.

Cyrus is trying to get to his feet, his hand holding the back of his bloody head as Scorpio methodically stalks him from behind with the pliers still in hand. Scorpio lunges forward at Cyrus, but just as he raises his arm ready to stab the pliers into Cyrus’s head, Cyrus drops down and grabs Scorpios outstretched arm pulling him over his shoulder and down hard to the mat with a judo throw. Scorpio quickly scrambles to his feet and rushes at Cyrus again, this time Cyrus drops down to the floor and takes Scorpio down with a drop toehold. Before Scorpio has a chance to get to his feet again Cyrus smashes into his head with a forearm stirke. With Scorpio temporarily stunned Cyrus grabs a hold of his head and locks him in an anaconda choke hold.

Martinez: Oh Cyrus coming back from the dead and he’s now got Scorpio locked in that choke hold!

Loydson: Yes I hate to say it Javier but this is the one place that Scorpio doesn’t want to be! Cyrus is strongest when he’s got you on the mat in one of his submission holds.

Scorpio is struggling to breath as he stretches his arm out towards the ropes but they’re too far away. Cyrus grits his teeth and uses all his strength to put as much pressure as he can on the hold. On the outside Creme looks worried as he attempts to get the officials on the outside to open the cell door which they refuse to do. Scorpio’s eyes are flickering open and shut, he knows he doesn’t have long left but in a desperation move he manages to grab a hold of the toolbox which is within reaching distance. He swings the toolbox wildly and catches Cyrus on the shoulder. Cyrus loosens his grip on the choke hold and that gives Scorpio enough time to catch him with an elbow to the jaw which allows him to break out of the hold completely.

Scorpio gets to the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet, he sees Cyrus trying to do the same and he quickly charges at him. As Cyrus stands Scorpio lunges at him with an outstretched arm, trying to catch him with the Glitterazi but Cyrus just dodges the arm and no more, spinning around to the back of Scorpio he clasps his arms around his waist and throws Scorpio back with a German suplex. Arms still clasped around Scorpios waist, Cyrus pulls him up to the his feet and throws him backwards with another German suplex. Cyrus again repeats the move for a third German suplex and a fourth and a fifth. The fans are now counting along as Cyrus hits a sixth German suplex on Scorpio and then a seventh and an eighth! The crowd erupts into a “WE WANT TEN!” chant. Blood still covering his face, Cyrus begins to look exhausted as he lifts Scorpio again and hits a ninth German suplex!

Martinez: The stamina of Cyrus Black is unbelievable! This is a guy who has hardly wrestled in ten months folks and Scorpios already bust him open and pulled a damn tooth out of his mouth and yet he’s still managed to hit nine German suplex’s in a row! He’s going for ten...

Loydson: How much more gas does he have left in the tank though? Cyrus looks tired.

Cyrus is breathing heavy as he spits blood out of his mouth and onto the mat, his arms still tightly wrapped around Scorpios waist, he slowly pulls him up to his feet again. Just as he goes for tenth German suplex Scorpio wildly throws his head back which connects with Cyrus’s face causing him to let go of Scorpio and stumble back onto the ropes. Scorpio turns around as Cyrus tries to come back him he drops to his knee and low blows Cyrus hard between the legs. Scorpio then springs to his feet and backs away from Cyrus, then he jumps forward and catches him with a super kick. Cyrus collapses to the floor and rolls underneath the ropes to the ring apron.

Scorpio takes a moment to regain some energy as Cyrus who looks hurt and exhausted with blood dripping from every hole on his face uses the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet on the ring apron. Scorpio is one step ahead though and he comes forward with pace, spinning around and catching Cyrus on the face with a roundhouse kick which sends him flying from the ring apron and crashing into the cold hard steel of the cell before he falls to the floor on the outside. Scorpio wastes no time in rolling to the outside, he then grabs a hold of Cyrus’s head and squeezes it against the cell before dragging his face across the steel.

Martinez: Oh my god this is brutal, how much more punishment can Cyrus take. I’d think about stopping this match soon because I fear that Scorpio won’t stop until Cyrus is back on the shelf... permanently this time.

The fans are booing even louder now and Scorpio yells at the top of the his voice “SHUT THE F*CK UP” before he rams Cyrus’s face against the steel cell multiple times. The fans suddenly start a President Mac chant up.

”President Mac... President Mac... President Mac...”

Scorpio looks enraged as the President Mac chants grow louder and louder. He lets go of Cyrus and marches around the outside of the ring, shouting foul language at the top his voice towards the fans on the outside all the while punching and kicking the steel cell.

Martinez: At the mere mention of President Macs name Scorpio has lost it! Look at him!! He’s like a wild animal.

Scorpio is snarling now, his face beetroot as he turns his attentions back towards Cyrus who’s upper body is underneath the ring apron. As Scorpio grabs his legs and pulls him out it’s revealed that Cyrus has a kendo stick in his hand and he cracks it off of the top of Scorpios head. Scorpio collapses back onto the cage as Cyrus gets to his feet. It’s Cyrus’s turn to have a menacing look on his face as he unleashes a barrage of kendo stick shots to Scorpios body much to the fans delight. Scorpio falls to his knees and raises his arms in the air, pleading with Cyrus to show him mercy. Cyrus pauses and sticks a finger in his mouth, feeling a hole where his missing tooth once was, anger takes over him and he again smashes Scorpio on the top of the head with the kendo stick.

Loydson: Disgusting behavior from Cyrus Black! A sickening attack on Scorpio with that kendo stick.

Martinez: Yeh cause Scorpios only attacked Cyrus’s head and mouth with a set of pliers and dragged his face against the cell like a cheese grater! He deserves this! I’m sorry but he does!

Cyrus rolls Scorpio in the ring and then follows. Cyrus picks Scorpio up, he lifts him up for a suplex move but Scorpio stabs his knee forward which catches Cyrus on the chest. Cyrus drops Scorpio who springs forward and takes Cyrus down with his signature lariat move the Glitterazi. Cyrus seems out of it and Scorpio looks like he may attempt a pin until Creme shouts something from outside that the camera doesn’t quite pick up. Scorpio pauses for a moment before a grin appears on his face as he rolls to the outside. Scorpio lifts the ring apron at the area where Creme directs him too, once he reappears he lifts his arm in the air to reveal that he has his special bejeweled hairdryer Vidal in his hand.

Loydson: Oh damn Scorpio has Vidal! Business has picked up. Cyrus knows what it feels like to be kissed by Vidal haha!

Scorpio rolls into the ring with the hairdryer in his hand, as Cyrus slowly gets back to his feet. Scorpio rushes forward and attempts to catch Cyrus with Vidal but Cyrus dives out of the way. As Scorpio changes directions Cyrus pounces forward and tackles him to the floor. Scorpio drops Vidal and the two proceed to roll around the mat trying to outwrestle each other. Both men get to there knees at the same time. Scorpio slaps Cyrus hard across the face, Cyrus responds with a hard slap of his own. The two trade slap for slap until they wear each other out. Both lean against each other as they try to catch there breath. Suddenly they both turn at the same time, there eyes both locked on where Vidal is laying.

After a brief pause Cyrus and Scorpio both make a scramble for the hair dyer. Cyrus gers his hands on it first but Scorpio reaches his arm forward and scratches his nails down Cyrus’s face causes him to fall back. Scorpio picks the hairdryer up and raises it above Cyrus’s head but before he brings it down Cyrus throws his head forward and headbutts Scorpio straight in the balls. Scorpio gasps and drops Vidal which Cyrus expertly catches.

Martinez: Cyrus has got Vidal now!!!!

As Scorpio drops to his knees Cyrus jumps to his feet and swings Vidal forward. The hair dryer smashes across Scorpios head as he collapses to the floor blood pouring from his forehead. Cyrus drops the hairdryer and falls on top of Scorpio. The ref makes the count...
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DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via PINFALL... CYRUS BLACK!!!!

Martinez: That was the craziest match I’ve seen this year so far! My god look at the state of both of these men but it was Cyrus in the end who got the job done and isn’t that poetic that he used Vidal to win considering what happened between these two last year on Brawl when Scorpio did the same exact same thing to him! Both of these guys are covered in blood!

Loydson: I don’t think anything’s been settled between these two... and wait a minute... it’s all kicking off in the ring again!!!

The crowd are still going wild for the Rampage main event as slowly Cyrus and Scorpio get to their feet, the latter now also bleeding following the shot with Vidal. Both men are entirely fixated on one another as blood pours down their respective faces; the referee notices the intensity of their stares and realises that the outcome of the match has settled no ill feelings and he desperately tries to get between the two to calm things down.

Martinez: The final bell may have rung but I don’t think this one’s over!

Scorpio smirks and begins to laugh to himself as Cyrus narrows his eyes and clenches his fists. As the referee holds out both hands and stands between The Carson City Kid and The 46th President of The United States the pair of them step forward and in unison shove the referee aside – BEFORE THEY GO RIGHT AT IT! THE CROWD GOES WILD FOR THE ACTION CONTINUING AS CYRUS AND SCORPIO THROW ELBOWS AND FISTS AND FOREARMS. THEY FALL TO THE FLOOR AND EVEN HEADBUTT ONE ANOTHER BEFORE THEY SPILL UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE. Cyrus gets the advantage and hauls Scorpio up, smashing his face off of the cell’s wall, before he irish whips Scorpio at the door and sends him crashing through to the outside. Black runs after his rival and looks for a spear which Scorpio side-steps sending him crashing into the ringside barrier. As Black is in a heap on the floor Scorpio begins to kick at him stomping him into the floor. He then drags Cyrus up and throws him against the cell wall – BEFORE HE LEAPS FOR AN AGR BUT CYRUS DODGES IT AND AS SCORPIO TURNS CYRUS RUNS FOR A BLACKOUT BUT SCORPIO DODGES THAT AND BEGINS TO CLIMB THE CELL WALL TO ESCAPE!

Loydson: Oh we’re taking this one up high…

Martinez: Well you’ve got to remember all the bad blood between Cyrus Black and Scorpio started on the roof of a cage at Night of Champions 2019!

Not wasting a second Cyrus begins to climb after Scorpio, repeatedly reaching for the S-Factor’s boot to try and drag him down. Scorpio manages to stamp a Louboutin heel down to stun Cyrus and he races up the side, reaching the top of the cage. Black continues his ascent as boos rain down from the crowd – and Black is oblivious to the fact that behind him Crème de la Crème is pointing down the ramp as members of The President’s Men are carrying three tables down to ringside. Cyrus’ attention is entirely focused on Scorpio as he climbs up onto the roof of the cage – BUT IMMEDIATELY RECEIVES A BOOT TO THE FACE STUNNING HIM – BEFORE SCORPIO DROPS HIM WITH AN AGR ON THE METAL! The crowd are booing loudly as Crème throws a microphone up to the cell roof and The President’s Men set up the tables below the Hell In A Cell. On the cell’s roof Cyrus is groaning in pain as Scorpio takes the microphone.

Scorpio: I suppose I should be thanking you, eh Danny? I suppose I should be on my knees showing you all the gratitude in the world for graciously giving me the match I want at WrestleFest. What a kind and generous soul you are!

He rolls his eyes as below him the three tables are set up. One of The President’s Men steps forward and begins to toss lighter fluid over the tables as Crème lights a match and stares at the fire before she tosses it at the table and they burst into flames.

Martinez: Oh… oh my… OH MY GOD! NO!

Loydson: HA! IT WAS A DAMN TRAP!

Scorpio paces the top of the cell roof as slowly but surely Cyrus begins to recover. He still hasn’t seen what’s waiting below the cell as Scorpio continues.

Scorpio: Don’t think I didn’t notice one little thing though – you’ve only accepted my offer of a match after I’ve wrestled Ryo Hazama, Stitches, Dominic Sanders, and your golden boy poster-child STAR OF THE FUCKING SHOW here TWICE. HOW VERY FUCKING CONVENIENT, HEY DANNY?! YOU SEND FOUR OF YOUR BEST AFTER ME TO SOFTEN ME UP AND FINALLY YOU DECIDE IT’S TIME TO WRESTLE ME?! LADIES AND GENTLEMAN OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES AND LOOK AT THE WEAK AND PATHETIC COWARD YOU HAVE FOR A LEADER… Danny Mac was shaking in his boots, sobbing at darling Summer’s bedside, HIDING FROM ME right up until the point that all his favourites did him a solid and came after me to give him half a fighting chance at WrestleFest…

Slowly Cyrus begins to get to his feet looking woozy and dazed by the AGR on the metal. Scorpio grins sadistically as he looks at Black.

Scorpio: Well President Mac… it seems actions speak louder than words when it comes to sending you a message… so I thought I’d take some action against your number-one poster boy. Your 2019 Wrestler Of The Year, the man you ensured would walk out of Night of Champions with the big one, the man you brought back especially to try and take me down. I thought I’d send you a poetic message…

He stares down at the flaming tables below in a scene that mirrors the end of the second Insanity Cage perfectly. The crowd are on their feet as Scorpio takes a deep breath and stares at Black. Suddenly there’s a MASSIVE cheer as Melody Malone comes storming out the back and sprints down the ramp! One by one The President’s Men try to meet her and one by one she sends them flying with right hooks, European uppercuts, and a roundhouse kick. Crème de la Crème takes one look at Malone and high-tails it out of there…

Martinez: I think seeing Melody out here spooked the Vice President – the last time they were all involved in a Hell In A Cell Malone sent Crème flying off the roof at Stranglemania!

Malone screams some choice words at Scorpio before she tries to put out the flames and move the tables…

Scorpio: Oh look Cyrus your whore’s looking for an extra-big tip tonight! Well I’ve kept you two lovebirds apart for too long maybe it’s time for a swift reunion… DANNY… THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO THE FAVOURITES YOU PUT IN MY PATH YOU PIECE OF SHIT…

AND WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD HE SLAPS CYRUS ACROSS THE FACE – AND THROWS HIM FROM THE TOP OF THE HELL IN A CELL! MALONE DESPERATELY TRIES TO MOVE THE TABLES AND SHE GETS ONE OF THEM OUT THE WAY BUT IT’S TOO LATE AND CYRUS GOES CRASHING THROUGH THE BURNING WOOD! THE CROWD ARE ON THEIR FEET AND GIVE A HUGE GASP AS BLACK LANDS IN A CRUMPLED HEAP AMONGST THE SMOKE AND FLAMES AND TABLES. RINGSIDE OFFICIALS APPEAR WITH FIRE EXTINGUISHERS PUTTING OUT THE FLAMES AS MALONE DROPS TO HIS SIDE AND SCREAMS FOR MEDICAL ATTENTION.

Martinez: OH! MY! GOD!

Loydson: YES! VENGEANCE!

Martinez: HE DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THAT!

Scorpio is grinning maniacally as he stares down at Cyrus Black in exactly the same position he left Scorpio in 15 months ago. Boos the like have rarely been heard before are raining down as Scorpio picks up the microphone and sits on the edge of the Hell In A Cell. Emergency Medical Technicians sprint down the ramp with a stretcher and medical equipment as Scorpio stares.

Scorpio: You know I’ve dreamed of that moment for months, I really have. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to give him a taste of his own medicine and folks I can tell you right now it’s better than I ever imagined. I hope you’re happy Danny, I hope you’re pleased with what you’ve achieved. As I said at YoungBlood this could have all been avoided if you’d just given me the match I asked for but no you couldn’t could you, you just had to go ahead and play the big powerful President saying no no no no no at every opportunity. I gave you so many chances you stupid piece of shit. I gave you opportunity after opportunity to just give me the damn match and over and over again you said no…

The paramedics are fixing a neck collar on Cyrus and getting intravenous access as Malone whispers into his ear. The ringside technicians begin to pull away the charred debris to clear more space.

Scorpio: … I gave you every opportunity just like you gave them every opportunity. Oh yes I gave you chance after chance just like you gave Ace, and Cyrus, and Dominic, and Melody every chance you could. They were the ones you backed, they were the ones the crowd cheered for, they were the ones you banked the future of your company on. You left me by the wayside didn’t you? You ignored me, you refused to see my talent, you refused to accept that I was better than all of them. I had to fight my way to the top and I sure as hell fought my way inch by inch match by match win by win. But against all the odds, even when your poster-children were afforded every opportunity, I made it. I made it Danny! I beat your precious Ace King and ended his historic reign, I beat your precious Cyrus during his run as Undisputed Champion, I beat your precious Melody and ripped that title from her grasp, I beat your precious Dominic just this week. I AM BETTER THAN THEM ALL DANNY AND IT’S TAKEN YOU SO FUCKING LONG TO REALISE IT.

We’ve seen Scorpio looks deranged and mad plenty of times, but sat on top of the Cell with his own blood (and probably some of Cyrus’) coating his face, staring down at Black amongst the burnt rubble being lifted onto a stretcher, he’s never looked quite so mad and dangerous. Nobody is really even listening to him as all concern is focused on Cyrus Black but yet the 46th President of The United States continues.

Scorpio: Well now you realise it, now you see it, NOW ALL OF YOU SEE IT DON’T YOU?! Even if you pretend that you don’t I know you see it I’m the best thing to ever happen to the EWC, this place would have fallen apart without me. Imagine this season without your 46th President of The United States – what a dull and talentless world that would have been. But still it doesn’t matter because I was here and I made this season fabulous. I really did, didn’t I? And now Danny you’ve given me the match I asked for so many weeks ago and in one fell swoop I’m going to show each and every one of the cretins in this crowd and watching at home that you are the weak and pathetic useless fucking leader I always said you were. Oh yes Danny at WrestleFest I’m going to destroy you, I’m going to end you, I’M GOING TO RIP YOU LIMB FROM FUCKING LIMB.

Down at ringside Black is finally loaded onto the stretcher and the medical team begin to move him backstage. He manages to lift a defiant fist getting MASSIVE cheers from the fans as Melody walks alongside him a hand rested on his chest.

Martinez: Folks I’m getting word this is all we’ve got time for. We hope Cyrus Black is ok… what… what a huge moment to finish this show on. From now on it’s the season finales of each brand as we head to WrestleFest, and I for one cannot wait for President vs. President, I imagine many of the EWC’s fans will be looking forward to seeing President Mac give that man right there the fight of his life!

Loydson: Oh how convenient we’re ending this one while Scorpio is still talking – typical Mac move to cut him off…

Martinez: The rate he’s carrying on we’ll still be listening to him speak on top of that cell well into Season 22. Thank you for joining us in Anaheim – we’ll see you in New York for the Rampage Season Finale!

The camera pans back up to Scorpio one final time as he continues his rambling rant.

Scorpio: And I suppose Danny you think you’ll manage to beat me – bless you what deluded confidence you have. I expect you’re envisaging some situation where you manage to overcome my might and you can tell the world to ignore everything I’ve been saying because look you defeated me. I expect you’re hatching some sort of plan for your machinations and string-pulling to overcome me, and really I’ve been prepared for that the moment I challenged you to this match. I’ve been side-stepping your little ploys for the past two years Danny why do you think you can trick me now. No I’m more than ready to bea…

Rampage fades out to its end credits whilst Scorpio is still speaking.

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END SCREEN

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Ryo Hazama
Mac/Scorpio
Alex Carbajal/Samantha Hamilton/Jack Layton/Saoirse Maguire
Dominic Sanders
Jordan Sharpe/Saidie Sharpe
President Mac/Grizzly Duggan/Scorpio
Cyrus Black/Scorpio

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH TWO
WRITER: FNR

MATCH THREE
WRITER: FNR

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH FIVE | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Cyrus Black

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RECAP OF WINNERS

MATCH TYPE / IF TITLE ON THE LINE
Wrestler Vs Wrestler
WINNER(S): Wrestler name(s) here
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EWC GAMBIT
Arata Asakura Def Peach Gelato
S.T. Def Mean Girlz

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Singles Match
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal Vs Asriel Buzzard
WINNER(S): Asriel Buzzard

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Singles Match
Callie Clark Vs Robi "Valkyrie" Mitchell
WINNER(S): Callie Clark

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NO DQ Singles Match
Ace King Vs Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton
WINNER(S): Ace King

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NO DQ Singles Match
Dominic Sanders Vs Ryo Hazama
WINNER(S): Ryo Hazama

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Hell In A Cell
Cyrus Black Vs Scorpio
WINNER(S): Cyrus Black

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Ryo Hazama
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Ace King Vs Samantha Hamilton

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