Rampage #500 - Cologne, Germany - B.O.R.T II Day 3

[FN'R]

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

»»B.O.R.T II DAY III««
CELEBRATING 500 EPISODES OF RAMPAGE

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents

FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE

FRIDAYS LIVE ON ESPN & HBO AT 10PM CST.
SPONSORED IN PART BY UNDER ARMOUR, SONY, DR. PEPPER AND GEARBOX STUDIOS.

EPISODE #500
MAY 6TH 2022

Live From the Lanxess Arena in Cologne, Germany

EWC RAMPAGE
5.6.22
Live From the Lanxess Arena in Cologne, Germany
General Manager - Grizzly Duggan
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 & Candice Duggan

---------------

Fog spreads throughout the arena, covering the screaming fans as "Asking For It" begins to sound off over the loudspeakers.



"MAYBE YOU TALKED TOOOO MUCH AND YOU WERE...
ASKING FOR IT!!!"

The fans scream for delight as the X-Tron 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.

{WE ALL SCREAM FOR ACE KING}

{I WAS phoenix winterBORN for Rampage!}

{500 500 500!}

{YOU'VE GOT MOXIE KID!}

{MERC WITH A MOUTH}







FN'R!!!

FN'R!!!

FN'R!!!

FN'R!!!

The camera flashes back to the X-Tron which shows the current FN'R roster... There's "Ginger Ninja" Molly Hatchet, "The Love Child" Jamie Love, Ace King, Autumn Raven, Darna Dare, Jason Hunter, Karver, Lavender, Liam Roy, Mark Storm, Megumi, Mercenary, Moxie, Phoenix Winterborn, Queen Melody Malone, Ruby Clifton, Ruthann Hunter, Tanja Devereaux & Tommy Burton. We cut back to Phoenix Winterborn hugging his HBO Broadcast Championship, then Darna Dare raising her United States Championship high into the air. here's another round of pyro.




And then the camera cuts over to the commentary desk, where Martinez stands with a smile. Phillip Loydson sits with a scowl on his face. Martinez sits down, and Loydson fakes a smile.

Martinez: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to Rampage 500! We have a giant show tonight, there are FOUR Hall Of Famers in action, a title is on the line and B.O.R.T rolls on! 

Loydson: It's a seven match card, and in some ways you can call this a supercard!

Martinez: In tonight's main event, it is Phoenix Winterborn defending his HBO Broadcast Championship against Ace King in B.O.R.T II First Round Action.

Loydson: In our semi-final spot, the returning Moxie takes on Mercenary in B.O.R.T action. 

Martinez: Before that, we have United States Champion Darna Dare clashing with Hall of Famer Dominic Sanders. 

Loydson: And before that, our General Manager Grizzly Duggan, our President Mac... two Hall of Famers, they return to action to take on Lavender & Mark Storm!

Martinez: There's Halo Syndicate Vs The Bastards. A giant elimination match with Autumn Raven, Ruby Clifton, Ruthann Hunter, Tanja Devereaux and Melody Malone.

Loydson: And in our opener, Karver vs Tommy Burton.

Martinez: All that and more, right after this!

---

WHAT IS EWC TV
All 10 EWC pay-per-view events - including StrangleMania, PARABELLUM, Night Of Champions and WrestleFest. Plus
All day scheduled and live programming - Plus, hours and hours of on-demand content & never before seen behind-the-scenes footage!

Groundbreaking original series - See new episodes of BRAWL, RAMPAGE, PARAMOUNT WRESTLING, and PRIME.
The Best Live In-Ring Action, Reality Shows and Documentaries

HOW TO ORDER
Call your local TV Provider to subscribe. $7.95/month * Taxes extra.

WATCH ONLINE
If you are subscribed to EWC Network through your TV Provider you can now enjoy EWC Network on your PC, laptop, PS4, PS5, or tablet.

EWCTV for only $7.95 USD per month

Along with being an EWCTV Subscriber, you get all Pay-Per-View events included at no extra charge, 10% off any and all EWC Merchandise from the EWC Store, 15% off all tickets to LIVE EWC Shows, and a free EWC Yearly Wall Calendar signed by the entire active EWC Roster

As an added bonus for all those currently subscribed including any new subscriptions prior to midnight APRIL 31ST 2022 you will get a FREE copy of the StrangleMania XVII DVD and Blu-Ray combo when it's released later this year, which also comes with a free Rampage Themed T-Shirt and Replica EWC Championship belt.

---

"My my name is Sengoku Megumi. My hobby is eating sweets and my skills include being able to sleep with my eyes open. I will be the one to win the Best Of Rampage Tournament and bring honour to Rampage."

MEGUMI SENGOKU, LIVE NEXT RAMPAGE!!!

MATCH ONE
Karver VS Tommy Burton
Singles Match
REF: Mike Michaelson

---

We return to ringside where Mike Michaelson is standing by.

Martinez: Megumi is indeed going to be here next week! But here we are tonight and I still can't believe it's here! Rampage 500! We're kicking things off with a multi-layered redemption story, as Karver seeks to keep his career on track following a devastating first-round loss to our girl Lavender, and Tommy Burton--

Loydson: Strives to be in any way relevant. When did he last win a match?

Martinez: He's won the honor of opening our 500th show! That's huge in itself!

Chriqui: The following match is for one fall!

"The Man Comes Around" by Johnny Cash fills the arena's speakers, bellowing Cash's guilty-sounding vocals into the ears of the fans. The feeling in the air is a sense of pride, as Karver enters through the back. His chin is to his chest as his eyes are shut, saying a final prayer in his head before looking up to the bright lights. He points a single finger in the air, dedicating this match to the friends, family, and loved ones he's lost in his life. It's time to get to business, as he enters the ring with intent to win.

Chriqui: Introducing first, from Hell's Kitchen, New York, and weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds ... he is "The Defender" ... KARVER!!!

To hear his name announced to those in attendance gives him motivation, and the fan's cheers is the ammo he needs to put a bullet in the win column. He wastes no time, running the ropes and testing their durability before the match begins.

Chriqui: And his opponent, from New Brunswick, Canada, and weighing in at two hundred and nine pounds... THE INMATE... TOOOOMMY BUUUURTON!!!

The drum beat. The screaming guitar… The unmistakable sound of Nirvana.

The lights dim slightly, the orange strobe of the lower stage lights strobe over the hooded man walking out. His hardened jaw. His mouthguard. His taped hands clenched hard as he makes his way down to the ring.

As the Scentless Apprentice plays, and the lights come up, we see Tommy Burton pull back his hood and remove his Club jacket. His eyes wide… crazy looking.

The music lowers, Tommy removes his hoodie, dropping it to the mat, he once again clenches his hands together… “Let’s do this.”

Martinez: Talk him down all you want, Phil! Tommy Burton is a dangerous man, who can never be counted out in a contest of violence. And this is personal for him, which makes it personal for Karver; the cop versus the cop killer. It's a tale as old as time!

Loydson: Please. It's a tale as old as a couple of rooks who think they're important.

Martinez: Hey, was that a clever chess reference?

Loydson: Nope. Hey, who's the geezer at ringside? Is that--

Martinez: Royce Foxx!! He's a legend, and he appears to be in Karver's corner now.

DING DING DING

"Stick to the script and put this mongrel down!" Barks Foxx at ringside, to a faint frown from Karver, who steps forward and offers a grapple in decidedly oldschool fashion. Burton smirks, feigns taking the opportunity to lock up, and then explodes on the former cop with brutal palm strikes - striking as much with the wrist as the palm, slamming bone against the skull and down toward the liver. It's a furious opening assault, spittle spraying from the Inmate's lips as he drives Karver back to the ropes, then steps into a fierce headbutt! CRUNCH!

Blood is already trickling from the former cop's forehead, as Burton deftly ties him up in the ropes and then takes off running, hitting the other side of the ring and sprinting back in with a Yakuza Kick! Karver has his arms halfway out, and this impact dislodges them entirely, but only so he can stagger forward and fall stunned onto his knees. Royce Foxx looks angry, jabbing a finger at his client, who manages to shake his head in response before the Inmate starts laying into his chest with kicks. One! Two! THREE STRIKES! The crowd is firmly against Burton, but--

--as the last strike lands, it lacks impact. Burton doesn't draw back his leg... because Karver has caught it in his hands, pulling the Inmate off-balance with a brisk yank then surging to his feet, one hand still locking Burton's ankle as he scoops him for a one-handed spinebuster into the ropes. Several forces collide at once, but there's enough momentum and power to the technique that Burton is driven clean through, slung-shot to a bone-shaking landing on the outside while Karver ends up thrown onto his back, breathing hard.

The ropes continue to vibrate wildly as the crowd explodes in appreciation!

Martinez: The crowd is all fired up by this match, and I cannot blame them!

Loydson: Only a little ways into this one, and they'll already be feeling it tomorrow. 

Burton gets up only to instantly fall back down, snarling in pain as his ankle gives out. He shakes out his leg, while Karver pops to his feet in the ring, leaning into the ropes above the Inmate, who stares up at him, fire in his eyes and a venomous tirade spewing from his lips. The Defender puffs out his cheeks, firmly grips the ropes, and then launches over them, levelling Burton a second time with a brisk flying clothesline!

Karver hits the ground in a roll, coming up beside the barricade, and as he uses it to assist in returning to his feet he's suddenly blindsided by the Inmate, who recovers alarmingly quickly and rushes in with more palm strikes to the back of Karver's head and the outside of his ribs. Trapped between the Inmate and a hard place, Karver desperately pulls him down into a headlock, but a savagely-grinning Burton reverses flawlessly, and picks him up into a spinning backdrop driver! HARD TIME! Hard Time onto the barricade! The back of Karver's skull makes sickening thud as it rebounds, and he drops into the front of the crowd, a sea parting to make way for his momentarily senseless form.

Having seen more than enough, Mike Michaelson begins to administer the ten count.

Tommy Burton licks his lips, unable to hold back a peal of malicious laughter as he stares across at Royce Foxx, who cracks his knuckles and starts toward the Inmate. Tommy can't resist a fight. He struts forward to meet the much older man, shoving him in the chest and then flooring him with a headbutt before the 80s legend can react. Foxx is tough, however; he's down but not out, eyes manic as he slips something onto his hand. There's a glint of steel.

"STOP!"

The authoritative voice comes from Karver, who is on his feet in the crowd, blood soaking his face and chest now, as well as trickling from the back of his skull down his trapezius muscles. Tommy Burton stares back over his shoulder, snarling like an animal. Michaelson hits the count of seven. Karver vaults the barricade in the same instant that Burton surges beneath the bottom rope, spinning to vertical base and whipping back around to meet Karver with a virulent Chin Check as the other man makes it the apron! Karver manages to slide aside, barely avoiding the knockout blow!

Dropping low, the former cop dives through the ropes into a tackle, seizing a waistlock on Tommy Burton and, after a brief struggle for supremacy, planting him clean in the middle of the ring with a high-angle back suplex! Soaked in blood and high on adrenaline, Karver makes the cover!

ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
KICKOUT!

Loydson: He kicks out!

Martinez: HOW DID HE KICK OUT!

"You gotta hit him harder than that, chief!" Barks Royce, slamming both hands on the apron. Karver nods assent, halfway to his feet when Burton dives at his leg, slamming an up-down elbow into his spine to bring him back to the ground, then twisting into a single-leg Boston crab! The SNAP! Karver is caught, but he's still fighting back to prevent Burton sinking too deep, twisting around and managing to get his other foot into play, kicking at Tommy's thigh.

Burton sinks down, grinding Karver's foot underneath his armpit, mugging sadistically at an arena full of people who can't stand the sight of him! Karver is refusing to submit, slowly inching toward the ropes, and Burton grows frustrated, loosening the hold to instead smash an elbow down at the wound on Karver's skull. The Defender screams in pain, and with a mighty resurgence of strength he HURLS himself at the bottom rope, securing a hold with two fingers!

Tommy Burton releases him on three and a half, and is waiting with an Irish whip as Karver finds his feet. Burton goes for a running knee strike, but Karver tumbles to the mat to avoid it, picking an ankle on the way through and tripping the Inmate facefirst. From there, it's almost too easy to lock in his own STF; JUDGEMENT DAY! Royce is almost gleeful on the outside, his teeth gritted as he leans forward, watching avidly as Tommy Burton begins to struggle, his injured ankle being ripped apart.

Burton is sweating and sputtering, growling agony as he resists the hold with every pore of his being, and it's only a matter of time before one man has to either break or take one; Karver has eaten a lot of punishment, and his arms gas, forcing him to relax the hold. Burton begins to struggle free in this instant, clawing his way to his feet, spinning around--

--and immediately getting yanked into a ripcord discus lariat! LONG ARM OF THE LAW! Tommy Burton spins head over heels, body ragdolling as the lights are turned out almost instantly! Karver momentarily falls to a knee, then registers the roar of the crowd and the frantic stare of Royce Foxx... willing himself to haul Burton to the middle of the ring, where he makes the cover!

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

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... KARVER!!!

Karver tries to rise on hearing his name, but only makes it to his knees, shaking all over as the adrenaline begins to burn out. He's a bloody mess, but his eyes burn bright from within the crimson mask, staring out at the crowd etched with a storm of emotion. Foxx slides into the ring, shoving Mike Michaelson aside as the official moves to help up the victor, and doing the honors himself instead. Karver stumbles upright, his arm flung high, and slowly, a smile brushes his lips. With Royce's assistance, he climbs the turnbuckle and stands tall, as the packed-out Lanxess Arena chants his name!

Martinez: Karver! Karver did it! Despite an absolute BEASTING by the Inmate, who was out for blood tonight, the Defender prevails and stands tall in Cologne, Germany. We've always said there could be great things in this man's future, and he proved why with the Long Arm of the Law!

Loydson: Y'know, I really can't disagree. Burton threw the entire kitchen sink at him, and this tough bastard threw the book right back. I doubt we've seen the last of these two in an EWC ring, but for now, Karver takes the W. Watch your back, kid. Tommy Burton doesn't forget.

Camera cuts to ...

---

MATCH TWO
Autumn Raven VS Ruby Clifton VS Tanja Devereaux VS Ruthann Hunter VS Queen Melody Malone
WHO RUN THE WORLD? GIRLS! No DQ Fatal Five Way Elimination Match
REF: Candice Duggan

---

We return to ringside where Candice Duggan is calming her nerves by playing to the crowd, smiling and talking with a few fans in the front row.

Martinez: Who run the world, Phil?

Loydson: Uhh, corporations, kid.

Martinez: Oh, maybe. I mean-- no! Girls! This is going to be a wild one. Five of the greatest women to ever strap on boots are about to step between those ropes, and fight for our pleasure until only one remains.

Loydson: Eh. Maybe a couple of the greatest.

Chriqui: The following match is a fatal fiveway elimination match, with no disqualifications. Introducing first, from the City of Angels, weighing one hundred and twenty five pounds... she is the Beautiful Psychopath... AUTUMN RAVEN!!!

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

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

Chriqui: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at one hundred and twenty two pounds... the Gaijin Assassin... RUBY CLIFTON!!!

Dark red lights begin flicker through the arena as "Thank You For Hating Me" by Citizen Soldier begins to blare over the speakers as Ruby Clifton steps out from behind the curtain with Black Velvet right beside her. The crowd isn't thrilled to see her as Ruby is grinning from ear to ear. She and Black Velvet walk down the ramp. Ruby slides into the ring and leans in one of the corners.

Chriqui: From New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds... the Cajun Queen... TANJA DEVEREAUX!!!

Pyros hit as videos of bustling crowds in various locations of New Orleans appear on the tron as "Daughters of Darkness" by Halestorm blasts on the P.A. system. Tanja comes out onto the top of the ramp in a style compared to Gail Kim during her early time in TNA before heading down the ramp with some of her black leather coat flows at her feet while the mix of boos and jeers and cheers from the crowd fills the arena. She slaps hands with a few fans at ringside before she reaches the bottom of the ramp.

Tanja walk up towards the ring and enters via under the bottom rope and jumps onto the middle turnbuckle. She poses as she does her usual taunt with a hand and arm in the air as "Daughters of Darkness" continues to play. Tanja steps off the turnbuckle as she removes the leather coat and throws it into a random corner.

Chriqui: From San Francisco, California, weighing in at two hundred pounds... RUTHLESS AGGRESSION, RUTHANN HUNTER!!!

Centuries by Fall Out Boys came on over the speakers as smoke filled the top of the X Tron as she step out of the smoke. She takes in the crowd with a bit of a smirk walking down the ramp playing to them a bit before climbing in. She walk over to the side take off her jacket and hand over to the person testing the ropes getting ready.

Chriqui: And finally, from San Diego, California, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds... the Queen of the EWC... MELODY MALONE!!!

The lights dim, but don’t go dark before the soft words of Billie Eilish’s “You Should See Me In A Crown” begin to play over the P.A. system. Melody comes out from backstage with her crown upon her head and her personal retainer Rory Hyland in tow. She’s unflinching to the crowd’s expression as she comes down the entrance ramp. Rory gets onto the apron, holding the ropes open for Melody to climb through without losing her crown. As Melody climbs into the ring, she gives the crowd a sarcastic smile before she relinquishes the crown to Rory and prepares for her match.

Martinez: Where do we start? These competitors have it all. We've got three distinct forms of wrestling royalty in Hunter, Malone, and Devereaux, and two dangerous, bloody-minded psychopaths in Raven and Clifton. Every woman here is a hard-hitting handful of estrogen! You can't control these dames!

Loydson: Wow, did you really just...? For once, I don't feel like the asshole. Whatever. I respect the violence we're about to witness, and every one of you watching better respect it too.

DING DING DING

Ruby Clifton is raring to go, and she goes right for the biggest target, taking off toward Melody Malone with a bitter snarl that's rapidly cut off as Tanja Devereaux steps forward into a searing roundhouse kick, about removing the head of the Gaijin Assassin. Malone snorts, and spins Devereaux around with a hand on her shoulder, ducking an instinctively-thrown forearm to jam a knee into the taller woman's midsection, twisting through the blow to hit a jumping snapmare!

Meanwhile, the veteran Ruthann has singled out her own prey, and is brawling into the corner with Autumn Raven, whose ring rust is showing as she misses an incredibly hopeful Claw of the Night superkick and is immediately on the back foot, eating strikes left and right.

Devereaux is flung from her feet, but catches herself in a slide, riding it out in a crouch, staring Malone down with a cold and calculating fury. "I'm sorry, who's the Queen?" Demands Melody, throwing out her arms. Tanja arches a brow, darts forward, and is immediately sped past Malone, who assists her with a boot to the ass. Not keen to play someone else's mind games, the Cajun Queen hits the ropes, then puts on the breaks as Malone moves to capitalize. The Queen of the EWC instead eats a kick to the gut, and finds herself pulled into a headlock. Devereaux hauls her toward the corner, and hits a big tornado DDT, garnering a pop from the capacity crowd!

Ruby Clifton is done chewing on that initial insult, and moves in to take over from Melody, tying the recovering Devereaux up with a hammerlock and absolutely face-planting her with her Red Samurai Slash. Far from satisfied, she drops to her knees and begins raining hammerblows down on the back of the larger woman's head, while Queen Melody takes the opportunity to roll to the outside.

Autumn is fighting back in the corner, despite being rocked by a snug lariat. She manages to land a couple of desperate elbows, and pulls the Hall of Famer down into a three-quarter facelock, spinning her around to hit a Shiranui off the post! Before she can go much further with this turnabout, Ruthann is bodily HAULED from the ring by Melody Malone, leaving Autumn to stumble to her feet in search of a fresh target. Ruby Clifton has started to grow bored of just punching, and is considering the best way to stretch out Devereaux with a submission when she feels Raven's eyes upon her.

She gets to her feet almost instantly, marching forward--

--and right into a Bad Luck running Huracanrana from the Beautiful Psychopath! Ruby is launched under the bottom rope, leaving Autumn Raven to pop up from her knees opposite a very frustrated Cajun Queen. Devereaux immediately snatches a couple of underhooks, yanking Autumn Raven into a crushing butterfly suplex, then picks her back up, spins her into a straight-jacket hold and hits a violent neckbreaker. HOODOO? Tanja does! She flips Autumn over for the pin...

ONE
.
.
.
TWO-- NO!

Ruby Clifton slides back in out of nowhere and shunts Devereaux clear with a basement dropkick, a highly questionable tactic that she soon makes right by surging to her feet and springing onto the turnbuckle, looking around with predatory eyes for the very dazed Autumn Raven, who struggles to her feet and IMMEDIATELY eats a flying lariat from Clifton! VELVET ROPES! Clifton flattens Raven out with a forearm across the face, grinding her into the mat as she makes the cover...

ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
THREE!

Chriqui: Autumn Raven has been eliminated!

Martinez: Autumn Raven is out of this one! Ruby would have this match won if this was normal rules!

Loydson: That's why these matches are so hard to prepare for. 

Queen Melody and Ruthless Aggression have been busy on the outside, going back and forth in a classic 'anything you can do, I can do better'. Forearm for forearm, kick for kick, bulldog for bulldog, and then Ruthann decides she's done playing this game and shoves Malone's head between her legs, battering her with double axe handles before hitting a spinning sitout pedigree right onto the ring steps! It's a hell of an escalation, and leaves the Queen showing just how tough she is as she stumbles to her feet, blood pissing from her broken face but teeth glowing perfect white from within a determined scowl as she yells across ringside to Rory.

Her man is standing by with exactly what she needs; her blinged-up Malone-branded baseball bat. He hucks it toward her, and she catches it in one hand, giving it a spin before bringing the other hand across and going for a homerun strike on the Hardcore Legend. Ruthann dodges the first swing by inches, throws Melody a shit-eating grin and then bumps up against the barricade, leaving herself open for a second swing into the gut and a third overhead that pitches her to the ground.

She's keen to keep going - turnabout is fair play, after all, and Ruthann escalated first - but there's a shriek as Ruby Clifton drops to the outside and charges at the incensed Queen. Melody turns toward the noise, but doesn't have to do anything - the Gaijin Assassin is intercepted tidily by Rory, who grabs the back of her shirt and picks her up like a particularly bloodthirsty puppy. Clifton kicks at the air, then throws a closed fist right into the burly Scot's eye! As he swears and releases her, she winds back and, not caring in the slightest how big her opponent is, goes to kick him directly in the junk!

Which is the precise moment that Malone spins her around, slaps her across the face, and uses two handfuls of hair to HURL Ruby against the barricade. Taking a page from Clifton's book in certainly not being done, she tosses her own hair, and springs fluidly toward the apron, rebounding off the unyielding surface at an insane angle to launch herself at the Gaijin Assassin like a cruise missile, smashing her against the barricade with a meteora that about breaks the other woman in half. Dropping to a mount, Malone follows up with a storm of punches and elbows, blood dripping from her own face as she ensures Ruby suffers the same crimson fate!

Ruthann has meanwhile helped herself to Malone's abandoned bat, and is stalking Tanja Devereaux, who is watching her intently from the ring, moving to block her easy entrance. Noticing the absolute chaos being wreaked by Queen Melody, Ruthless Aggression loses her cool and just goes for it, sliding into the ring opposite Devereaux; who is absolutely ready for her. She tanks a two-handed jab from the bat as Ruth attempts to get to her feet, grabbing the Hall of Famer by the back of the head and responding with a roundhouse knee to the temple, before just muscling the much heavier woman up onto her shoulders. She turns about in the center of the ring, mouthing a prayer heavenward before she spins Ruthann around and sits out, planting her with LEGBA'S SPIRIT!

Hunter is stunned, and Devereaux rolls her into the cover, hooking a leg.

ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
KICKOUT!

Melody slides back into the ring, soaked in blood, as Ruthann throws the shoulder up, and surges onto all fours. Devereaux scooches back to the ropes and uses them to stand, staring between the other two women in the ring. Malone considers the recovering Hunter, shrugs her shoulders, and then explodes directly toward Tanja, hitting her with a superkick that launches her into the ropes. Devereaux is all tangled up, and Melody lunges again, this time diving past her to hit a blockbuster across the top rope! Tanja rebounds and falls hard to the canvas, only to get immediately dragged out by Malone, who has decided the outside of the ring is her playground tonight.

A bloody and PO'd Ruby Clifton slides underneath the bottom rope only to get immediately seized by the hair and flung across the ring by Ruthless Aggression, who realizes a little too late that she's thrown the pint-sized psychopath towards that gold-trimmed baseball bat. Scowling delightedly, Clifton rolls to her feet with it in hand, menacing the approaching Hall of Famer. She feints swinging, and as Hunter sways aside, she steps in after her, and soccer kicks her right in the groin! As shock and pain crease Ruthann's expression, Clifton takes Malone's bat in both hands and jams it cross-wise into the throat, taking the older woman down with a brutal improvised choke!

On the outside, Queen Melody drags Tanja Devereaux toward the ring steps spotted with her own blood, keeping her opponent rooted in place with a couple of stinging chops to the chest, and then leaving an opening for the Cajun Queen to fire back. Devereaux responds rather more gamely than Malone was expecting, driving a kick into her calf and then smashing her in the perfect teeth with a roaring forearm! Malone staggers back, wide-eyed, but as Tanja steps in to capitalize, she drops down and spins into a scissor-leg takedown! Devereaux falls backwards, missing the steps by a whisker, and Malone takes advantage of her position to tie up the legs, stand, and tie up the arms, before pulling Tanja into place for a boot to the back of the head...

THE QUEEN'S EXILE! Melody introduces Devereaux's face to the ring steps with a brutal curb-stomp, falling back with a sadistic grin - leaving the busted-open Vodoun for dead as she turns her attention to the ring.

Ruthann has managed to flip Clifton over, her face an angry shade of swollen purple from the vigorous choking, but she gets into mount on Ruby and takes control with a few up-down elbows, smashing the Gaijin Assassin flat with repeated blows to the skull. Her own elbow is split open, but Ruthless Aggression doesn't even seem to notice, pulling Malone's baseball bat from Ruby's limp fingers and lifting it high in both hands before bringing the handle of the weapon down onto her face! WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, CRUNCH! Clifton's nose breaks, as if she wasn't bleeding enough!

Queen Melody slides back in, but decides to stay the fuck out of this display, leaning quietly back against the turnbuckle as she watches a gasping Ruthann stand, drag what seems to be an already-unconscious Ruby Clifton to her feet, and spin her into position...

For the RUTH AWAKEN!!!

She sits out, Ruby's knees smash against the canvas, her skull bouncing off Hunter's shoulder and then her ruined face meeting the mat a moment later. Sat there, chest heaving, Ruthless Aggression stares directly at Melody Malone, who smirks and waves her hand as if to say 'don't mind me'. Ruthann nods a few times in equally silent response, and slowly turns Clifton over to make the pin.

ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
THREE!

Chriqui: Ruby Clifton has been eliminated!

Loydson: There goes Ruby, from would-be victory to eliminated herself. These matches are so hard to handle.

Martinez: You can say that again. 

The ring already looks like a crime scene. Confident as always, Melody Malone steps around the pooling blood, circling Ruthann Hunter - who has already taken a decent amount of punishment, and done her violent best to murder another woman. The Hardcore Legend knows better than anyone how much wind that takes out of your sails. She's groggy as she rises to her feet, but beckons Malone on all the same, perfectly happy to take on the Queen of the EWC.

There's a genuine, uncharacteristic warmth to the smile Melody gives in response to this moxy, but she was never going to turn down the challenge. Ruthann offers the lock-up, and Malone takes it gladly, spinning out to callously twist the older woman's arm. Slapping her shoulder to alleviate the pressure, Hunter finds the point to rotate back out, seizing a hammerlock of her own. Melody sinks down, forcing Ruthann to drop her weight to keep the hold, then reaches up with her free arm to seize the back of her opponent's head, kicking off the nearby ropes to flip clean over her.

Malone lands with a bit of a stumble, and Ruthann's ring awareness is impeccable; she spins around into a knee strike right to the stomach, knowing exactly where the Queen was going to end up. Melody folds from the perfectly-aimed blow, and Ruthann seizes her around the waist, flipping her up onto her shoulders and launching her into the corner post! Old School!

The Queen is slumped across the turnbuckle, and Ruthann pauses for breath before stepping forward and muscling Malone up onto the top rope. She turns, back to Malone, to perhaps set up for a Ruth Awaken from that position, when Tanja Devereaux re-introduces herself with an explosive kick from the apron! The crowd collectively gasps at the ferocity of the blow across the face of Melody Malone, who is knocked senseless and slithers off the top rope to the outside. Devereaux catches herself with an arm across the rope, gaze whipping to meet that of Ruthless Aggression, who hurls a panicked punch at the Vodoun. Tanja leans back to avoid, then drives a shoulder through the middle rope, steps in and quickly seizes control of the veteran, placing her where Melody was a moment before...

Devereaux drapes Hunter's legs over her shoulders, stepping up onto the middle rope with the Hall of Famer now high in the air, reaching around the back of her skull...

And hitting her one-winded angel as if from the heavens themselves! VOODOO! VOODOO FROM ON HIGH!

Ruthann is drilled into the mat, spread-eagled amidst the bloody mess as Tanja makes the cover.

ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
THREE!

Chriqui: Ruthless Aggression has been eliminated!

Loydson: The Hall Of Famer is gone, I penciled her in for a finalist!

Martinez: What a shocker in this wild match!

It all comes down to two. Melody Malone is helped to her feet by Rory, stumbling as he releases her to stand under her own power, but catching herself with an impatient curse and throwing out a hand to stop him helping her again. She glances toward the ring, where Devereaux is carefully climbing to her feet above the still form of Ruthann Hunter. She blinks with mild alarm at this turn of events, but busies herself beneath the ring, hauling out a folded table and sliding it into the ring opposite Devereaux. The Cajun Queen doesn't move from her position as the table stops just short of her feet, watching hawkishly as Malone pulls herself up onto the apron.

Their standoff continues as Tanja, never quite removing her attention from Melody, sets the table up and places it between the pair of them with a grand gesture and a small, cold smile that utterly fails to touch her eyes. It's Malone's turn to arch a brow at her opponent, her own smile completely self-satisfied, as she slingshots herself into the ring and lands stop the wooden structure.

It's a risky entrance that both women seem ready for; Tanja spins into a roundhouse kick that would sweep Melody's legs away, if the Queen of the EWC weren't already leaping a second time, going over the incoming foot and rolling into a tight somersault, striving to capture Devereaux's head on the way down and rip it clean off-- but her opponent has this scouted!

Melody is caught in mid-air, as Devereaux spins fluidly out of her kick and winds an arm around Malone's throat, yanking her sharply backwards with an improvised reverse STO; Death's Call! The impact brings Malone face-first into the EDGE of the table, with a grotesque thud. Tanja tries to float over for the pin, but the table itself is in the way, and Malone is able to scramble out, blood pouring from her face, pupils dilated to their full extent as she staggers to her feet in a desperate bid to remain conscious. Devereaux pursues her, tries to cut her off, but Malone spins, raking her nails across her opponent's own crimson mask, then stepping directly into an enziguri!

Tanja Devereaux wobbles, then falls. Scrabbling like a wounded animal, Queen Melody gets to her knees and starts dragging the other woman upright, hustling her over toward the shaken table and rolling her atop it. She doesn't lose her frantic rhythm, darting from there to the corner post, pulling herself up with a pointed look over her shoulder, bending her legs for take-off...

...and then flipping into the Queen's Gambit, the moonsault carrying her over Devereaux and then her heels plunging downward, driving clean through her rival Queen and the table beneath her, which shatters explosively on impact! Both women go down bloody in a tangled heap, Tanja like a sack of potatoes atop the ruined table, Melody slipping and sliding through the pooled blood on the canvas. She leaves a trail behind her as she fights physics itself to make the pin.

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

DING DING DING

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

As frantic as she's been in the final moments, in victory Melody is renewed. She barks a callous laugh, and begins hauling the insensible Devereaux to her feet, dragging her to the ropes and bundling her through to the outside before falling onto her ass, laughing again and commanding Candice Duggan to hurry up and raise her arm. As he approaches, she pops to her feet, grinning smugly through the crimson mask, staring at the smoldering ruin of her four opponents on the outside, her arm in the air as paramedics rush the ring.

Martinez: Many of us expected Malone to be the last woman standing, but quite like this? She's the scariest, most regal sack of butchered meat I've ever seen. I suppose this is what you get when you ask her to share the ring with four other women. The Queen came here to make a statement; her ring, her rules! And boy did she make it!

Loydson: That's our Queen! Credit where it's due to Devereaux for almost scoring the upset, Hunter for proving why she's a Hall of Famer, and Clifton and Raven for surviving out there. They've all contributed to this scene of pure carnage, and you gotta love it, kid!

Camera cuts to ...

---

The camera cuts backstage inside The Love Club locker room inside the Lanxess Arena where we find an annoyed and pacing Tommy Love as his son, ‘The Love Child’ Jamie Love takes off his headphones and watches his father with a smirk on his face. Tommy finally stops and kicks the locker out of frustration as he looks at his son.

Tommy Love: You know this is total and utter BULLSHIT!!!

Jamie looks at his father and nods…

Jamie Love: Yeah it is but…

Tommy Love: But what!!!

Jamie shrugs at his father…

Jamie Love: You and Xavier had to know there was going to be ramifications for the shit you pulled…you’re both honestly lucky he ONLY got Anger Management classes and they didn’t strip him of his title and suspend him for those attacks…

Tommy waves his son off as he starts to pace around the room again

Tommy Love: We said FINE…Xavier would sit in those stupid classes but we never agreed to classes at the shows…he should be here, getting ready for tonight’s match not sitting in some stupid room talking about his feelings…

Tommy stops and shakes his head

Tommy Love: This is Chris Brock’s doing…

Jamie Love: What…how do you figure?

Tommy turns and shakes his finger at Jamie

Tommy Love: Don’t you find it convenient that THEY spring this shit on Xavier the second he walks into the arena tonight…there was no heads up, no message sent to us…this is unprecedented AND it is right before we face a PARAMOUNT tag team…

Jamie Love: And it was Chris Brock that suggested Xavier take these Anger Management Classes in the first place…

Tommy Love: Exactly…he’s trying to get inside our head and fuck with us to help his brand’s tag team and I’m not shocked…thet laid a fucking egg on Brawl, losing to Gabi and Darna and he wants to give them every bit of edge he can here tonight…

Jamie Love: I mean you could go get him and you both can make a stand.

Tommy looks at his son with a thoughtful look on his face as if he's actually considering what Jamie but before he can say anything Jamie snaps his fingers

Jamie Love: oOoOO I know, you two can start a Union and go on strike.

Tommy stops what he was about to say and rolls his eyes as he realizes his son was being a smart ass again.

Tommy Love: Ha, Ha, Ha…you think this is funny…that this is a joke…

But Jamie cuts Tommy off

Jamie Love: Listen dad, you may not have thought about it but all of this affects more than just the two of you. Do you really think they'll give Xavier a tag title shot if they think he's nuttier than squirrel shit? You made a promise to the world that you would manage me to a title and after coming up empty against both of Rampage's Champions this team may be my only shot left this season. If you screw this up for me any deal we had is over and I will go out of my way to make your life miserable. Think on that the next time you want to fight with management or do something else equally stupid.

Having said his piece Jamie puts his headphones back on and presses play as Xavier Reid comes storming in, he looks at Jamie, who ignores him and then at Tommy

Xavier Reid: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT!!!

Tommy Love: I know man, utter bullshit but think about it like this, you took care of this week’s class and NOW we can concentrate on Halo Syndicate and then Flip…listen…

Tommy see these words haven’t settle Xavier down and that he’s still pissed about having to attend a meeting here at Rampage #500

Tommy Love: You and I both know who ‘arranged’ this little meeting today…Chris Brock…

Xavier gets even more pissed at hearing the Paramount GM’s name

Tommy Love: That slim ball is trying to fuck with us because we are facing one of ‘his teams’...we know Halo Syndicate are Paramount through and through and he’s going to do whatever he can to stack the deck in their favor…including making you take a meeting right before the match to what…mellow you out…fucking teach him a lesson and send Carrie and Nina’s head back to them busted and bleeding…these two ladies think what, because they won two matches this season they seem to think they are God’s gift to tag team wrestling…they get ONE championship match and it’s gone to their heads…they are cashing in on sponsorship deals like they are a college kid selling their souls for a cherry NIL deal…Halo brand oranges and now Beats by Dre…damn Dre, you want to align yourself with these losers…the good Dr. seems to have lost his mind but…

Xavier Reid: I don’t give a fuck if God himself sponsors them…they better make all the money they can now because I’m going to BREAK BOTH OF THEM HERE TONIGHT and send them to Bobby and Jimmy BROKEN AS GABI!!!

Tommy smiles, seeing the fire in Xavier

Xavier Reid: THIS right here is our chance to…to use a term these German’s understand…blitzkrieg our way up the EWC Tag Team Rankings…they THINK the Halo Syndicate are a ‘championship worthy’ team…well what are they going to say about us when we fucking murder them inside that ring tonight…

Jamie hears the last bit over his music and sighs as he pauses it again and takes off his headphones.

Jamie Love: We aren't going to murder anyone. What we are going to do is chill the fuck out and remember what happened the last time you wanted to 'murder' a Paramount Superstar to prove a point. You gave the singles equivalent of The Halo Syndicate her first win all season and I'll be damned if that joke of a team is getting any momentum at my expense because you went fucking nuts again. I don't care how you do it, go relax and get right for this match.

Jamie puts his headphones into his locker and slams the door shut

Jamie Love: And Fuck you guys for making ME be the voice of reason of this team!!!

Jamie storms out of the Love Club Locker Room leaving Tommy and Xavier a bit in shocked

MATCH THREE
Halo Syndicate VS The Bastards
Tag Team Match
REF: Mike Michaelson

---

We cut to ringside to the commentary team.

Martinez: Jamie Love is the voice of reason, but now he must be the voice of violence in this tag team match.

Loydson: You come up with that one all by yourself?

Chriqui: The following match is a match. Introducing first... THE BASTARDS!!!

As 'For The Glory' plays out as 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love walks out onto the stage first, he turns and points 'The Love Stick' back as his son Jamie Love walks out and then Xavier Reid. The three men stand there for a moment looking at each other but all three turn as Maria Love comes walking out, she ignores Tommy and motions for Jamie and Xavier to follow her as she leads the two towards the ring as Tommy runs to catch up with 'his' team.


Chriqui: And their opponent... THE HALO SYNDICATE!!!

The opening beats of "Want to Want Me" by Jason Derulo starts playing over the sound system as a blonde woman steps through the curtain holding a go pro camera in her hand. She moves it around before turning to show Carrie and Nina walking out right behind her. The crowd is going nuts as Carrie and Nina are waving their hands at the crowd. The start sprinting down the ramp as the blonde woman just follows them down the ramp. Carrie and Nina are posing on the turnbuckles.

Martinez: Hype up the first entrant.

Loydson: Hype up the second entrant.

DING DING DING

Jamie Love and Nina Samson start this one out. Jamie and Nina lock-up in a shoulder/collar-tie-up. Jamie pulls Nina into a headlock and turns that into an Irish-Whip into the ropes. Nina comes in and catches Jamie on the side of the head with an elbow smash. Jamie stumbles back, Nina jumps into a dropkick and sends him into enemy territory. Carrie sweeps Jamie's legs out from under him as Nina rushes in and jumps into a cannon-ball! Nina tags out to Carrie who hits the ropes, Carrie jumps into a dropkick while Nina goes for the leg-sweep. Carrie covers Jamie, Xavier Reid breaks it up immediately! Reid kicks Nina in the leg to drop her to a seated position, followed by a kick to the jaw. Xavier turns to face Carrie, but a dropkick plants him. Carrie turns to Jamie Love and eats a spinning elbow smash followed by a neckbreaker.

Martinez: Big time spot from Jamie Love there to come back in this one!

Loydson: He can end this now with everyone down.

Jamie drags Carrie up by her hair and then elbows her in the back of the head. Jamie Irish-Whips Carrie into the ropes and Xavier Reid is there to catch the rebounding Carrie in a Rainham Maker flip! Jamie and Xavier look at each other, did they really just work together?! Jamie shoves Reid out of the way as Nina smashes a superkick into his jaw! He took the bullet for Xavier! Reid kicks Nina in the stomach and leaps into a Canadian Destroyer!

Loydson: This match has broken down, there is no order to be had!

Martinez: This is like watching a Lucha Rules tag team match!

Xavier drags Nina up by her hair and goes for a poison-rana, but Nina stops him and brings Xavier into a stand-still Electric Chair. The camera pans over to Carrie on the apron! She jumps into it, BLOCKBUSTER! It's CRUSHING HALOS!!! The International Champion crumbles to the canvas. Tommy Love jumps up on the apron, screaming and hollering at Halo. Maria gets up next to him and starts to yell even louder. Carrie tags out to Nina, tells her to finish it and then rushes the ropes opposite Tommy and Maria, she rebounds off and flies into a crossbody, whipping both out!!! Nina drags Jamie Love up, she grabs on a double-underhook and goes for the DLC but Jamie shoves Nina backwards into the corner and turns her underhook into his own hook as he kicks off the ropes into a tornado DDT! His super finisher, LOVE INJECTION! Cover!!!

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

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... THE BASTARDS!!!

Jamie Love pulls himself up with the ropes and raises his hands, he picked up a win on Friday Night Rampage! Jamie turns his attention to Reid, still recovering from Crushing Halos. Reid slaps Jamie's hand away and pulls himself up. Reid and Jamie stare down, but after a few seconds finally shake hands. Carrie Samson rolls back into the ring and cradles Nina up and helps to the back. Medical Staff are still checking on Tommy and Maria as The Bastards walk their own locker-room.

Martinez: The Bastards pick up the win in what could be only described as a Lucha Rules styled tag team match.

Loydson: The #1 contenders may have lost here, but it took Jamie's strongest move to put them out of it and they definitely worked better together than Bastards did.

Camera cuts to ...

---

The camera pans across the crowd before we head backstage, highlighting a few choice signs that are in no way relevant to what's about to unfold:

SING, DARNA, SING!

3 TRICK PONY

RIDAY FRIGHT NAMPAGE! (hic)

We cut abruptly to one of the catering areas, which is as jovial as might be expected given the occasion - decorated for Rampage's birthday with balloons and gaudy banners. A metric frick-ton of party poppers have been set off, making the whole scene messy in the most festive way. Making the scene extra-messy in the worst way is a small, toned figure bent double over a plastic garbage can, from which loud retching noises are emerging…

Darna Dare, United States Champion, Reigning Face of Rampage, straightens up groggily, still holding back her own hair with one hand, her eyes bleary and a trickle of something unpleasant running from the corner of her mouth. Her ring gear is covering the by-now familiar sight of her bruised ribs, but it's clear she's still nursing these as she slumps against the trashcan, directing a thousand yard stare at the camera and the corridor it occupies.

Suddenly, she jerks upright, as the camera pans to take in the passing figure of Lavender.

Darna: Sad Girl!

Dare about falls over herself in her hurry to rise, as Lavender turns with a mixture of surprise, impatience, and then complete confusion at the sight that greets her. She blinks.

Darna stares back at her, wiping the rivulet of vomit from her chin.

Darna: Boss or not, show them who you are out there. Show me who you are.

The Pinoy does her best to look powerful and intimidating, but… well…

Lavender: Are you okay?

Darna opens and closes her mouth at the concerned question, a self-effacing smirk brushing her cracked lips. The backstage Tannoy warbles to life, re-announcing the impending tag match, and the US Champion waves a hand, trying to laugh off her own, miserable appearance.

Darna: Ahaha! They are waiting for you. Darna will be here, waiting also.

It's not convincing. Lavender hesitates, not sure where to look or what to say, and then - with an apologetic grimace - spins on her heel and starts to walk away.

Darna: Oh! And--

Lavender stops mid-stride, looks back.

Darna: She is watching you. Make her proud.

Lavender: What do you– who…?

The US Champion curtails her response by striding forward, very deliberately setting the other woman off-balance as she pushes past her with a sinister smile. There's no logical way to go but toward the stage - so Dare opts for the less logical path, and halfway down the corridor glances back toward the camera and not-so-stealthily slips into what's very clearly a utility closet.

Lavender just throws up her hands and continues down the same corridor, giving the closet a wide berth as more retching sounds emerge from within.

MATCH FOUR
Grizzly Duggan & President Mac VS Lavender & Mark Storm
BOSS VS BORT - No DQ Tornado Tag Team Match
REF: Pierce Patterson

---

We return to ringside where Pierce Patterson stands ready. There's a murmur of excitement in the air, the crowd refusing to fall still as they anticipate the match to come.

Martinez: Ohhhhhh myyyyy GOD! Phil! Do you know what time it is???

Loydson: I'm not answering that. You're just gonna say something stupid like, 'it's Mac time!' And I'll hate you even more than I already do. Everyone's excited, we get it. Rampage 500 only comes once in a lifetime and the big man turns up, what, once or twice a year at this point?

Martinez: Exactly! How can you be so calm about this?! IT'S MAC TIME!

Chriqui: The following match is a tornado tag team match, with no disqualifications! Introducing, at a combined weight of six hundred and sixty pounds ... first, from Columbia, South Carolina ... GRIZZLY DUGGAN!!!

"Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward.

Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both.

For a wounded man shall say to his assailant,

"If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven."

Such is the rule of honor."

Grizzly Duggan walks out to a large reaction of cheers. He looks dead ahead as he pauses on the ramp, folding huge arms across his chest. His music slowly fades out as he turns around...

The lights dim.

The X-Tron flickers on.

The letters P R E S I D E N T M A C flash across the screen.

The thousands of Macaholics in attendance jump to their feet in excitement and start pounding their feet on the ground and clapping their hands creating the sound:

BoomBoom CLAP!

BoomBoom CLAP!

BoomBoom CLAP!

Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen ... joining him FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada ... the Man ... the Myth ... The Legend ... BIIIIIIIG MAAAAAAAC!!!

Coming Undone by Korn now begins to blast over the P.A.

Pyros explode up and down the entrance-ramp and all around the entrance stage. Once the smoke begins to settle, two roving spotlights pan and fix on centerstage. There, President Mac stands, his back against Duggan's, head bowed in his signature sunglasses, arms out-stretched with clenched fists.

As the lyrics kick in, and the fans sing along, Mac clap-clap-stomps toward the ring, slapping hands. Duggan strides behind him, an immense and powerful presence. At ringside, Mac takes off his sunglasses and gives them to a young fan. Mac pauses in front of the ring and stares out at the capacity crowed chanting his name. He smiles, soaking it all in. Then, he hops the top rope and stands half way up the turnbuckle, posing for the thousands of camera flashes all over the arena as Duggan easily steps over the top rope and steps to the center of the ring, raising his arms once more.

Chriqui: And their opponents... entering the ring first, weighing in at one hundred and thirty two pounds... LAVENDER!!!

The lights go out as 'Imaginary' by Evanescence begins to play. The lights flash in time to the guitar riff. The song kicks into its first verse as smoke billows from behind the curtains and a spotlight shined down upon the center of the stage. When the chorus kicks in the lights come back on and out walks Lavender. She looks out across the crowd as the crowd erupts into cheer. A smile creeps across her face as she embraces their warm welcome.

Lavender begins to make her way down to the ring. As Lavender reaches ringside she walks over to the steel steps, walks up them and enters the ring before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and holding her arms up high in the air. Lavender steps down from the turnbuckle and waits for the match to commence.

'Short Change Hero' by The Heavy begins to play through the PA system, emerging from the back is Your Hero and Mine, who has a smile etching onto his face as he stands on the top of the entrance ramp.

Appearing on the tron behind him is the graphic:

Chriqui: From Brooklyn, New York - weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds... Your Hero and Mine - MARK STORM!!!

Storm begins to make his way to the ring, high-fiving a few of the fans in the front row before leaping onto the apron and striking a pose, nodding his head in appreciation to the reception he's getting. He enters the ring, climbing up onto the top rope and once again, poses for the fans, a grin stretching from ear to the other as his theme song slowly fades in the background.

Martinez: I've not been this excited in... minutes! Maybe hours! Probably not days. But I'm really excited! Not only is the Big Mac back in the ring for a special appearance, but our general manager Grizzly Duggan is backing him up. This is going to be a rough night for Storm and Lavender.

Loydson: Probably. But there's a reason they're in this match. I may not like it, but these two are among the Best of Rampage thanks to winning performances in round one of the B.O.R.T. Storm's a wily veteran who's fallen just short of dominating in the past, and the sky's the limit for Lavender. At least it will be when Grizzly Duggan gets a hold of her and starts tossing her around!

DING DING DING

Mark Storm immediately jets across the ring, aiming to make a name for himself by taking out Big Mac, who's in the middle of trading a couple of words with big Grizz. Duggan merely looks amused as he takes a step forward, and Biels the Hard Luck Hero from the ring! Lavender's eyes are momentarily wide, but she shakes off this early shock and steps forward with her game face on... looking for the lock-up with Grizzly Duggan?

No! His amusement turns to surprise as she pulls her hand away and goes low, tumbling through the giant's legs to score an inside cradle! He kicks out instantly, but is off-balance as he tries to rise, and the deadly diarista pursues him with kicks of her own, driving Duggan toward the apron and then rolling him under, both hands gripping the top rope for leverage. With Grizzly squared away on the outside, she takes a breath and turns around...

Right into an oncoming storm in the form of Danny Mac! WHAM! The President levels her with a rushing elbow clothesline, the Rampage starlet's legs jello as she's scooped up in a crossface and devastated with a Millennium Suplex! Her face bounces off the mat, and the arena is on FIRE.

BoomBoom CLAP!

BoomBoom CLAP!

BoomBoom CLAP!

On the outside, Grizzly Duggan and Mark Storm are brawling back and forth, Your Hero and Not Mac's trying to chop the bear down with scintillating low kicks. Grizz just keeps shaking his head, responding with meaty forearms before finally going to stop the charade with his patented right hook into a big boot. Storm is staggered by the former, but against all the odds he weaves under the latter, staring with wild eyes as he keeps going, vaulting onto the barricade into a beautiful moonsault that's-- absolutely nothing to Duggan. He SNATCHES Storm from the air by the waist, and sits out to introduce him right back to the barricade; face-first! The impact is GROTESQUE!

Mac hasn't followed up on Lavender, who stirs slowly back to her feet. Instead, he's crouched in the corner, one hand on the ropes and the other beckoning for her to stand. Aside from the familiar intensity in his eyes, there's nothing but belief in and respect for the young woman. It's the intensity that ends up ruling, of course; once she's at vertical base, she's back in action! Mac crosses the ring in a blur, going under an instinctive hook kick counter that the crowd was already popping for, and using a swift go-behind to capture a waistlock. Lavender shakes her head no, sinks onto her haunches, and manages to fight back with elbows!

The Prez is stunned, and Lavender spins out of his clutches, smooth-as-butter in locking up for an astonishingly impressive butterfly suplex on the much larger man! Mac's a tough bastard, though, and with the roar of the crowd ringing in his ears he's back to his feet in a hurry, turning to meet the onrushing Lavender with a bum rush into the corner. She's just as quick, catching herself by springing onto the middle rope, and catching him in return with a crossbody!

She rolls through rather than cover, spiraling to her feet ready to lock up again, and a very dazed Mac is forced to his feet, grappling for supremacy with Lavender - who is quickly turning this around.

BoomBoom CLAP!

BoomBoom CLAP!

BoomBoom CLAP!

The capacity crowd is on its feet, but they're not ALL singularly behind President Mac. Beneath the stomping, clapping din, there's a chorus of voices chanting HER name.

BoomBoom CLAP!

"LAV-EN-DER!"

BoomBoom CLAP!

"LAV-EN-DER!"

Martinez: Lavender is OVER brother. 

Loydson: And she might be out of a job come Monday!

Grizzly Duggan still has his hands full on the outside. Mark Storm just will not quit, struggling onto one leg as the giant has firm grasp of the other. With a heave, the Rampage GM slams his employee against the apron. Storm grabs the bottom rope with one arm, gets his free leg down, only to be wrenched toward the barricade again! He looks dishevelled and desperate, but the self-proclaimed Hero manages to whip his leg free from Duggan's muscular vise and go right into a handstand in front of the crowd - to their absolute delight.

Duggan snorts at the display, and bull-rushes the gymnastic display with another big boot! This time, it's Storm who seizes a leg, clamping his whole body around the point of impact and using his weight to slam Duggan against the barricade. Size matters here, but in the wrong way for Grizz; his ribs grind into the hard surface, the breath explodes from his lungs, and Mark Storm flips onto his feet in the midst of a parting sea of EWC fans. He psyches himself up with a roar, then unleashes in a two-step sprint that carries him into a leaping knee strike right between Duggan's eyes!

Grizzly Duggan is DOWN, and Storm's momentum carries him into another brutal collision with the apron...

Meanwhile, President Mac is out of his element, driven by the very well-rounded Lavender into a series of holds and counter-holds. He barely powers out of a Fujiwara armbar, and is trying to stack her up with punches when she reverses one right back into the hold. Big Mac screams in pain as she sits back, her hair a mess and eyes wild, adrenaline absolutely pumping from her efforts in keeping this powerful man on the back foot. Pierce Patterson is ready to ask for the submission, but 1) this is President Mac we're talking about, 2) it's only a matter of time before Lavender gasses out, unable to put him away. She's frustrated, but glides back to her feet and retreats into the corner, wisely taking the time to catch her breath.

As her opponent clambers back to his feet, stretching out his arm, he's not given the same opportunity. MARK STORM is up on the apron, absolutely frantic as he grips the top rope and flips forward into the ring, launching into the SLINGSHOT STORMSTRIKE! The lariat drives President Mac into a backflip, and Storm claws his way to vertical base, laughing and throwing up a high-five for Lavender. She looks positively lukewarm on the subject, but half-heartedly obliges anyway.

Then, she shoves him aside and goes to make the cover on Mac.

ONE
.
.
.

Grizzly Duggan slides into the ring, rising up behind Mark Storm, who is busy playing to the crowd.

TWO
.
.
.

NOPE. The cover is broken in a tangled mess of limbs, as the soup-drinker chokeslams Storm onto Lavender and Big Mac, braying a booming laugh as he then bends to sort through the mess, tossing his two opponents to opposite sides of the ring as if they were toys, before dragging Mac to his feet and dusting the EWC President down. Mac gives him a firm nod, then asks for a high-five of his own.

Naturally, Grizzly Duggan obliges. What ensues is a veritable sonic boom, half-clap, half-thudding boom - the high-five heard around the world! The crowd is apoplectic!

Loydson: This crowd is on fire for Grizzly Duggan, mayhap the greatest GM ever in history.

Martinez: Trying to get a pay raise?

Playfully wincing and shaking out his reddened palm, Mac claps the big man on the back and gestures to the outside of the ring, before moving to clear house inside. He moves toward Mark Storm first, and the man comes alive, surging to his feet and lashing out with a whiplash chest kick that lands flush! Mac GRINS as he eats the strike, asking for another to the delight of the fans. Storm obliges, putting even more mustard on it, and Mac eats it again! He doesn't even bother asking for a third, acknowledging the power behind it with a discerning nod, and then simply plowing Storm into the turnbuckle with a big tackle. From there, he picks him up for a brainbuster off the middle rope, folding the smaller man around his own neck and shoulders.

Lavender is on her feet watching, but as she moves to intercept Mac, she's cut off by a steel chair that whips through the air, catching her in the chest and sending her into an unruly spin. She catches herself in a three-point crouch, and looks up at the towering form of Grizzly Duggan, who has a second chair raised in the air above his head. He's grinning sadistically as he brings it down, and Lavender throws up an arm that might as well be a pool noodle.

CRACK! Duggan brings the chair down! CR-AAAACK! He brings it down again, this time without any protection from the ruined arm, driving the steel seat down upon Lavender's skull. She falls limp, and Duggan booms another laugh, turning to hurl his dented weapon to President Mac. Danny catches it deftly, and holds it aloft in one hand to an appreciation explosion from the crowd!

Mark Storm tries to play spoiler, staggering to his feet right into a shoot kick to Mac's thigh! It lands, and Mac takes a knee, set up for the Rage of Glory-- but there's more than one man still on his feet. As Storm steps in to take hold of the head, Duggan crosses the ring with a brutal sliding lariat, skidding into the corner on his butt as Mark Storm turns a corkscrew in the air and crashes down hard. Lavender is fighting to her feet, as Grizz pops easily back to his, and moves over to retrieve the other steel chair. Mac takes hold of his, and the two of them move to surround Lavender as she stumbles upright. They work in synch, swinging in unison--

--and Lavender ducks! With an almighty clatter, the chairs meet in the middle. The pair swing again, and Lavender slides between Duggan's legs. As the big man recovers from his second swing, she springs off the ropes, lands on Grizzly Duggan's mammoth shoulders, and plunges forward, catching Mac with a flying facebuster that drops both of them onto his own steel chair!

Mark Storm comes out of nowhere, swatting the chair from Duggan's hands with a spinning back kick and landing directly into a literal 'Storm' of fury, swatting away with a lightning fast combination of strikes that the big guy weathers as best he can. He's forced to a knee, and Storm his the clothesline to end his combo, his eyes wide as he seizes a double wristlock and jerks Duggan up for the Kill Storm Kill! He starts to stomp away...

But doesn't get too far, as President Mac is on his feet, pulling Storm off into an instinctive, and very messy release German! He's on his feet again instantly, but clearly out of it. Lavender chop blocks him down, but before she can follow up she's spun around by Grizzly Duggan! She eats a right hook, and then the big boot! Lavender CRASHES down on top of her head!

Duggan pulls Mac to his feet once more, to another show of appreciation by the fans. They trade brief words, and then pull Lavender to her feet. Duggan hauls her up over his shoulders, and Mac heads toward the corner-- only to be cut off from behind by Mark Storm, who drives his head between Mac's thighs and picks him up for the Heroes' End! He steps onto the second rope, and turns to hit the electric chair driver...!

But Duggan is wary - he almost casually drops Lavender, then stomps forward to catch Big Mac before he can hit the ground, yanking him off Storm's shoulders. Storm ends up seated in front of Duggan, who sets Mac down and then seeks to deal with his opponent. Storm's quick-- he takes a page from Lavender's playbook, dives between Duggan's legs, and scrambles into a sprint, hitting the ropes--

--and running straight into a boot to the gut, courtesy of President Mac! PEGCITY STUNNER!

The crowd is on their feet as Mac floats into position for the cover...

Duggan moves to stop Lavender intervening, and eats a boot of his own. Lavender looks desperate, but keeps her cool in spite of everything and manages to hook Duggan up for a MICHINOKU DRIVER! Lavender's not a short woman, but it's still almost comical watching her drill the giant into the mat. A ripple of shock runs through the arena, as Patterson makes the count on Storm.

ONE
.
.
.

Lavender is on her knees, blinking exhaustion from her eyes.

TWO
.
.
.


In a mad scramble, she throws herself from her knees toward President Mac, throwing him from on top of Storm, where he flies immediately to his feet, trading strikes with Lavender! Despite everything, she's finding the upper hand again, dodging a shuffle side kick, driving forward into a waistlock. Mac's back hits the corner post, he exudes a sharp 'oof!' And then Duggan is back in the fight, smashing a chair down atop Lavender's back. She straightens up in pain and rage, spinning to catch the big man with a forearm as he lifts the chair for a second strike.

He's surprised by the speed of the counter-assault, and drops the chair. Lavender rounds up for another, and he catches her arm in both hands, lifting her up and tossing her across the ring. She lands on her feet, comes off the ropes, and rockets back toward Duggan-- who steps in and pops her right up into the air! The crowd GASPS as Lavender is absolutely launched, getting mad hangtime as Big Grizz hits the ropes himself and hits the GRIZZLY POUNCE! With all of his substantial, terrifying might he shoves Lavender clean out of the ring, where she absolutely eats shit, flying several feet into the crowd and going down in a jagged tangle of chairs with a sickening eruption of noise!

As the crowd lose their collective mind, Mark Storm throws himself at Duggan's back, seizing a chokehold on the big man and fighting to get his hooks in. The titanic GM reaches back, gurgling at the pressure on his windpipe, and whips Storm overhead, sitting out to smash him down into the canvas. Mac stumbles out of the corner, scooping up a fallen chair and telling Duggan to stay right where he is. They seem to understand one another.

Mac pauses for a moment, threading the chair onto his arm, the crowd popping huge but also rather uncertainly as they try to figure out what in the absolute hell is happening. Duggan smirks, and takes a knee opposite the fallen Storm. Now wearing the steel chair like some kind of ungainly cyber-limb, the Prez bounces off the ropes for momentum, LEAPS onto Duggan's shoulders-- and the bear of a man rises to his full height right on time, lifting Mac thirteen feet into the air!

BoomBoom CLAP!

BoomBoom CLAP!

BoomBoom CLAP!

Posing there for just long enough that the crowd gets an inkling of what's coming, President Mac leaps off Duggan - who doesn't budge an inch - and feints dropping the leg on the insensible Storm, only to transition at the last second into an elbow drop with the chair-equipped arm!

MAC ATTACK! MAC ATTACK WITH A CHAIR!

It's ridiculous, it's insane, but it WORKS. Mark Storm convulses fabulously, as Mac pulls the now-misshapen chair off his arm and flings it aside, clutching at the now-bleeding elbow joint as he rolls onto his back and makes the cover. The crowd DO NOT STOP booming and clapping!

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

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... GRIZZLY DUGGAN AND BIIIIIIIG MAAAAAAAAAC!!!

The Lanxess Arena is not insured for the level of noise the crowd makes in response to this announcement! President Mac has honest-to-goodness tears in his eyes as he stumbles to his feet, mouthing 'thank you' and bowing to each side of the crowd as they just get louder and louder. Duggan booms laughter that goes unheard in the din, then makes a show of cleaning out his ears, as Mac climbs the turnbuckle and poses majestically for the EWC faithful!

After several MINUTES of unrelenting clamor, during which Mac ends up at ringside signing autographs, kissing babies, conducting a couple of quick marriage ceremonies, everything else a freaking hero does, Duggan steps out into the crowd to retrieve the half-broken Lavender and guide her back into the ring. Mac joins him, and supports her with an arm around the waist as he throws her hand heavenward like she were the victor. This starts the noise up all over again, as Duggan picks up Mark Storm - who's got no idea where he is - and has way too much fun making him dance like a puppet before throwing both of his arms in the air too. It's all a bit Grizzly, but the EWC is here for it.

Martinez: What do I even say? You can all see what's happened, you can all hear how you ought to be feeling! President Mac returns for the first time since his throwdown with Dominic Sanders two StrangleManias ago, and has given us another classic tonight! Grizzly Duggan... well. We love our boss here at Rampage, and this is why. He simply gives no fucks, Phil!

Loydson: Why should he? He's a goddamn bear. Lavender and Storm absolutely took it to him, though, and they deserve every last bit of this show of respect. How about Lavender almost putting away President Mac? How about that Michinoku Driver to Duggan? This was WILD.

Martinez: Don't go anywhere, we've got more coming!

Camera cuts to ...

---

MATCH FIVE
Dominic Sanders VS Darna Dare
Non Title Singles Match
REF: Mike Michaelson

---

We return to ringside where Emannuelle Chriqui is entering the ring and getting set to announce the next match.

Martinez: Folks, we never thought we would see the day. Dominic Sanders is BACK inside of an EWC ring! And, Philip, he's stated his intentions for this to not be just a one-off match.

Loydson: Yeah, he SAYS he's going to sign with Monday Night Brawl at Hardcore Revolution. But, as smart as Dominic Sanders is, why would he make such a stupid mistake like signing with that trash show?

Martinez: Regardless of what brand he is on, he steps into the ring tonight with the current United States Champion in Darna Dare. Talk about a tough return match!

Loydson: Tough, yes. But Sanders did have a little bit of a point when he said that her schedule since arriving here hasn't exactly been the most-rigorous. I think Sanders is going to be Dare's toughest test yet!

Chriqui: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Fort Worth, Texas and weighing in at 255 pounds... He is accompanied by Cora Whittaker-Sanders... Please welcome EWC Hall of Famer... DOMINIC SANDERS!!!

The lights go out in the Lanxess 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 wearing navy blue and gold tights. Cora Whittaker-Sanders appears from behind the curtain with a gold dress. The Sanders couple stands at the top of the ramp and listen to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Dominic smirks as he and Cora make their way down to the ring hand-in-hand. The two walk up the ring steps and onto the apron. Dominic opens the ropes for Cora and she steps through. Dominic follows and walks into the middle of the ring, soaking up the mixed reaction from the crowd.

Chriqui: And his opponent from Sugbu, Philippines... She is the EWC United States Champion... DARNA DARE!!!

Darna emerges amidst coils of thick, gray smoke, her hood raised and gaze trained upon the ring. One hand is hooked into the corner of the US Championship, which hangs crooked across her waist. Bold steps carry her into a dive through the ropes, where she rolls and comes up balanced on her hands, spine curved dramatically and legs extended, toes pointed in line with her determined glare. A few scuttling hand-steps are taken in this bizarre signature pose, before she thrusts her feet forward and flips to standing, rising in a distorted gymnast's salute, then a flamboyant bow to the crowd; a devilish grin gracing her lips. The title gleams as she removes it, still staring into the audience, and hands it off to a hooded, masked assistant on the outside of the ring.

Martinez: Dominic Sanders looks to be in unbelievable shape, Phillip! He was once about 280 pounds when he last competed. Now at 255, he's leaner than he's ever been.

Loydson: As great as he looks, Darna Dare is on a mission. There's no chance in hell that she's going to just roll over for a Hall of Famer just because he's a Hall of Famer! This one is about to be damn good!

DING DING DING

The bell rings and the crowd is buzzing. Sanders soaks in the electricity as he stares right at Darna. The two lock up in the center of the ring, Sanders getting the obvious advantage. He hip-tosses her halfway across the ring and she bounces hard off of the mat. Darna grabs her ribs, as they have been absolutely abused as of late. Sanders, not wanting to revel in the moment too much, takes a run at her to kick her swiftly in the ribcage. Smartly, Darna rolls out of the ring. Sanders gives chase, exiting the ring himself. He grabs Darna and lifts her up with a side suplex right on the hard ring apron, the back of her ribs smacking the surface. She winces in pain as Sanders rolls her back in. Sanders slides in, himself, and returns to work. He picks Darna up and whips her into the corner. Sanders charges after, looking to drive a shoulder into her stomach. Dare leaps over the top rope and to the apron and watches as Sanders' shoulder smacks hard into the ring post! Darna grabs his arm and puts him into a crucifix armbar through the ropes. Mike Michaelson begins his five count. Dare releases at about 4.99 seconds, risking disqualification and Michaelson surely lets her know about it.

Martinez: Sanders came out hot in this one, but Darna Dare has quickly taken the advantage.

Loydson: Yeah, Sanders' shoulder looks to be in pretty rough shape after that one. Even if you haven't wrestled in seventeen months, that ring post is the hardest part of the ring and he felt it!

Dare shoves Sanders back through the ropes, who lands on his back in the ring. Dare starts to climb up to the top rope. She faces Sanders, springboards, reverses, and hits a twisting moonsault on Sanders! She stays on for the cover but only gets a two count. Dare tries to keep her momentum. She drags Sanders over to the corner and lays his head on the bottom turnbuckle. Dare jogs across the ring to the other side only to return with a dead sprint at Sanders, dropkicking him in the back of the head and pounding his face into the turnbuckle. Sanders writhes around in pain in the ring as that blow damn near shattered his orbital bone. Sanders exits the ring under the bottom rope as Cora comes over to check on him. Blood gushes from his brow and rolls down his face in a hurry. Dare exits to the apron. She sprints at Sanders and leaps off, going for a hurricanrana on the floor. Sanders catches her and hangs her upside-down before swinging her wildly into the ring steps, the side of her head smacking into the metal.

Loydson: MY GOD! Did you hear the impact of skull on metal?!

Martinez: Dare has to be out after that one. The Hall of Famer just used her head and the steps like a damn gong!

Sanders rolls Darna Dare back into the ring and then slides in, himself. He stands up to his feet and motions for the end. He lifts Darna off of the mat. Darna is dead-weight and possibly unconscious from the head-to-steps shot. Sanders lifts the lifeless body up and onto his shoulders, looking for the Riptide. As Sanders goes to sling her off, she digs her teeth into his shoulder and bites him! Sanders roars in pain as Darna Dare manages to transition beautifully into the Tikbalang's Grace! The two slam to the mat as she locks it in. Sanders refuses to give up. He is gushing blood from his eyebrow and now has a little bit of blood trickling down his arm from the bite. Cora yells at the referee from the outside for a disqualification but Michaelson claims that he didn't see the bite. Sanders is beginning to fade. Michaelson starts to check his arm to see if he is still conscious.

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

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via referee stoppage ... DARNA DARE!!

Sanders is out and Dare releases the hold. Cora gets into the ring and begins to yell at Mike Michaelson. He continues to go back and forth with her about having not seen the bite. Cora even points out the teeth marks in Dominic's shoulder, but Michaelson holds firm in his words Dare grabs her United States Championship and heads to the back. Sanders is beginning to come to consciousness and he slowly gets up to his feet. Now Sanders is arguing with Michaelson. Finally, the couple has had enough. Cora slaps Michaelson hard across the cheek and he stumbles into Sanders' clutch, who drives Michaelson into the mat with a hard powerbomb!

Martinez: What a match! And what a win for Darna Dare. Maybe her biggest yet, as she beats an EWC Hall of Famer!

Loydson: I blame ring rust for Sanders' loss tonight. That and a cheating referee. Although, I am sure he will be fined for that attack on Mike Michaelson. Hell. I might pay the fine. Michaelson deserved it!

Camera cuts to ...

The feed is interrupted with the sight and sound of a chain breaking, which fades out as we find ourselves in an abandoned room of some sort, so dim is the lighting here that we can just barely make out what's in it...a hospital chair.

As we investigate further, we hear someone speaking, the voice not familiar at first but quickly becoming more apparent as time passes.

V/O: For far too long I've been away, locked up in the shackles of my own misery. Pondering whether I had what it takes to take a hold of my destiny, to take what is rightfully mine.

The reveal of whose voice this is comes in the form of a video package highlighting the short run this Superstar had on Friday Night Rampage, focusing on one man in particular...Xander Azula.

Azula: Oh, how I've missed bringing chaos to this world...especially to those in the EWC. My ways were shunned, mocked, dismissed, and I was forced into exile...bound to wallow in self-pity about what could've been...but no more.

And now, we see the man's face...which is soon followed by the rest of his Eternal Circle followers.

Azula: They would call me mad for returning to this place, after all that happened before...but I promise you, the chaos has been freed from its bonds once more, unchained to do as my goddess would desire. Praise Eris, praise Discordia.

With this, Xander gives a wicked smirk as he and his crew are replaced with one final message on the screen:

XANDER AZULA IS UNCHAINED

MATCH SIX
Mercenary VS Moxie
B.O.R.T II First Round Match
REF: Toyo Yasahiro

---

We return to the commentary team.

Martinez: Xander is heading to Unchained, and this match might be just that.

Loydson: You can say that again. Moxie make his Rampage return, and Merc is looking to stop him whatever possible. 

Chriqui: The following match, set for one fall, is a B.O.R.T match. Introducing first from London, England and weighing in at 202 pounds... MOXIE!!!

The Gracious Few's 'Honest Man' hits the speakers, prompting the lights to dance around the arena with an ominous red glow. Moxie emerges from behind the curtain. He marches to the end of the stage and glares at the capacity crowd surrounding him. Raising his fist to his jaw, Moxie lets out a roar and walks down the aisle, ignoring the paying spectators.

He slides underneath the bottom rope and rises to his feet in the middle of the ring. Moxie faces the crowd before snapping back to face the camera, emphatically raising both clenched fists high above his head before slowly descending them in stereo to both sides of his jaw.

Dropkick Murphys The Gauntlet blasts over the PA.  A flashing red strobe lights the stage as the rest of the room goes dark.

Chriqui: And now the opponent, hailing from West Oakland California  He is the EWC Outlaw.  He is:

The Mercenary

Mercenary swaggers out onto the stage with his face hidden behind a hard tactical mask painted to look like The Punisher's iconic skull logo.  His eyes inside the mask scan the crowd. He crosses both arms, gloved fists clenched, across his chest and under his chin. The pose resembles a skull and crossbones. To either side of him the stage explodes in motes of red and orange flame.  The fans sing along as the song comes to its chorus:

Stand Up and FIGHT!

And I'll Stand Up with you.
We shall succeed.
STAND UP AND FIGHT!
AND I'LL STAND UP WITH YOU!

Removing the mask the big man salutes the crowd and stalks towards the ring at a steady pace filled with menace and a deadly purpose he climbs between the ropes and walks to the corner where he throws a few shadow punch combos at the turnbuckle before turning with his back to the corner, his arms crossed again across his chest to glower in his opponent's direction and wait for the bell to give him the sign to come out swinging.

DING DING DING

Moxie runs at Mercenary with a clothesline but it hits off Mercenary's chest. Mercenary doesn't move. Mercenary boots Moxie in the gut and smacks forearm smashes across his shoulder blades before hitting a jumping pump kick and a legdrop. Both get to their feet where Mercenary whips Moxie off the ropes. Moxie ducks a right hand before grabbing Mercenary and driving him to the mat with a tiger suplex. Mercenary staggers to his feet where Moxie cracks him with a European uppercutt. Moxie Irish whips Mercenary hard into the corner and charges. Mercenary raises a boot but Moxie ducks it and slides to the outside of the ring where he grabs Mercenary by the ankles and pulls him to the canvas. Moxie slides into the ring and drops an elbow to the spine of Mercenary. Moxie grabs Mercenary's arm and attempts to apply an armbar. Mercenary powers his way to his feet and brings Moxie crashing to the mat with an Alabama Slam. Moxie staggers to his feet before Mercenary takes him to the mat with a spinebuster who continues his attack with ground and pound punches.

Martinez: What right hands! Controlled frustration right there.

Loydson: Sheer brutality.

Mercenary gets to his feet lifting Moxie to his. A trail of blood flows from Moxie's left eyebrow, Another flows from the right side corner of his mouth. Mercenary runs at Moxie but he ducks and catches Mercenary with a Superkick. Moxie runs at Mercenary who grabs him and spins Moxie into a Grave Breaker for the

ONE!
.
.
.
TWO!!
.
.
.
THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Moxie just gets a shoulder up to break the count. Mercenary runs a hand over his chin as he contemplates his next move. He gets to his feet dragging Moxie to his. He positions Moxie for a suplex lifting him into the air. Moxie is able to slip behind Mercenary and hoists him with a snap German Suplex. Mercenary rolls and gets to his feet as Moxie grabs him hitting a Moxie's Crash Landing. He hooks the leg.

ONE!
.
.
.
TWO!!
.
.
.
THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Mercenary gets an arm high into the air to break the count.

Loydson: Both men coming close to advancing to the next round.

Martinez: Close is one thing, finding the way that keeps your opponent down is another.

Moxie grabs the raised arm and fingers of Mercenary. He pulls at the fingers snapping them. Mercenary screams in pain getting to his feet. He clutches at his left hand as pain shoots through it. Moxie grabs Mercenary for a waistlock and tries to lift him for another German suplex. Mercenary dead weights to counter and Moxie can't lift him. Mercenary slips behind Moxie and slips his arms into a full nelson. Mercenary lifts him hitting a Decimator Atomic Bomb. He hooks the leg.

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

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... MERCENARY!!!

Mercenary stands looking down at Moxie. He holds a victorious fist high into the air before heading out of the ring and up the ramp.

Martinez: A big win for Mercenary tonight. We may be looking at the winner of the entire B.O.R.T

Loydson: He didn't get an easy win. Moxie pushed him and was milliseconds away from the win himself here tonight on Rampage.

Camera cuts to ...

---

The X-Tron comes to life inside the Lanxess Arena and the crowd comes to live when this man’s face appears.

Buddy flicks his tongue and smiles as the Rampage welcomes the manager of the Undisputed Champion.

Love: Greetings and salutations Germany!!!

The crowd reacts to the cheap plug with a cheer and Buddy smiles even bigger knowing the trick The Southern Express taught him worked but he waves off the love he’s receiving from the Rampage crowd with a classic Dave Coulier…

Love: Cut…It…Out…

The crowd goes nuts as Buddy does the classic hand gesture because, much like Baywatch was in the 80’s Full House is all the rage here in Germany now in the 2020’s…

Love: I am sorry we couldn’t be in Cologne, Germany in person tonight to celebrate Rampage’s 500the episode in person but we are in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada for Paramount #019 BUT we wanted to show some love for the Green Brand and its accomplishment here tonight. 500 episodes is no joke, that’s…

Buddy starts counting on his fingers…

Love: that’s…66 more episodes than Baywatch and Full House combined so GREAT JOB RAMPAGE!!!

Buddy gives Rampage a polite applause as the fans inside the Lanxess Arena follow suite with a standing ovation.

Love: So many of the EWC greats once called Rampage home, people like Luke Wolfe, Magdalina Lockheart, Michael Saint, Gabriel Martin, Toni Gun, Shelley Silver, Scorpio…before he got fired and current great like Ace King, Melody Malone and Samantha Hamilton…

Buddy smiles, having rambled off all those names.

Love: Amazing work Mr. Grizzly Duggan and here’s to 500 more episodes!!!

The Rampage crowd continues to stand and cheer as Buddy nods and motions for them to settle down.

Love: Now, I know it might upset SOME people that this man…

Buddy motions over his shoulder and the camera pulls back to show the Undisputed Champion Killjoy Ito standing behind Buddy, the championship over his shoulder.

Love: isn’t here in person tonight but fear not…I am happy and thrilled to announce that the EWC Undisputed Champion Killjoy Ito will be taking part in EWC’s Japan Tour and will be at Rampage #501 and #502…along with Prime #097 and hopes to take part in either Scars & Stripes or World Wide IV!!!

This announcement is met with a huge cheer from the fans.

Love: I know, exciting news right, we can’t wait to make our Rampage debut so we will see you all at Rampage #501 and good luck to my brother from another mother Jamie Love and to my sister from another mister boyfriend Xavier Reid tonight, go get em you Bastards!!!

Buddy smiles and gives them a thumbs up as Killjoy raises the Undisputed Championship up in his hand.

Love: See you all in Tokorozawa, Japan!!!

Buddy waves goodbye and the X-Tron flickers off.

MATCH EIGHT | MAIN EVENT
Ace King VS Phoenix Winterborn
B.O.R.T II First Round Match For HBO Broadcast Championship - Winterborn's 3rd Defense 
REF: Toyo Yasahiro

---

We return to ringside where an eerie calm has settled over the crowd. Toyo Yasahiro performs a few stretches, expression stern as he prepares to officiate the main event.

Martinez: We have had incredible matches all night, and we are far from done! It's time for our MAIN EVENT, and this one's for all the potatoes! The HBO Broadcast Championship is on the line, and it's a veritable EWC dream match. The Gambler versus the Phoenix!

Loydson: That's right, and you know damn well both these men have risen from the ashes this season. Whomever takes this, their first encounter, is gonna go far in the B.O.R.T. Cologne is wild for this one! Vegas is wild for this one! Chicago? Tch, you know! Let's get it on.

Chriqui: The following match is for one fall, and is for the EWC HBO Broadcast Championship! The winner will also advance to round two in the Best of Rampage Tournament...

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

The signature Motorhead anthem rips through the Estádio do Maracanã, and the crowd starts cheering. As the drums kick in, pyro goes off up and down the ramp. Once the guitars hit, a plume of fire goes up on either side of the ramp as Ace King rises to the stage from a platform, looking out at the crowd and nodding in appreciation.

Dobrev: Making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds... He is THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!

A thin smile crosses Ace's face as his weathered eyes look out at the crowd, pausing for a few more seconds on the platform before casually making his way down the ramp toward the ring, his arms outstretched for fans on either side of the barricade. He stops a few steps short of the ring, then dives in under the bottom rope as red pyro explodes off each turnbuckle. Ace spins up to one knee, then takes another appreciative look out at the crowd before getting back to his feet and turning his attention to the entrance ramp, his game face firmly on.

Martinez: Is there anybody in the EWC like Ace King?

Loydson: Nope, nobody loves the smell of their own farts quite as much as that man.

Martinez: Why are you like this?

Chriqui: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds... he is the HBO Broadcast Champion... PHOENIX WINTERBORN!!!

Red spotlights hit the stage, as Phoenix's video comes up on the X-Tron.

The chorus of the song kicks in, as Phoenix throws back the hood of his sleeveless jacket, pointing out towards the crowd, who are in the midst of raucous cheers for him. Marissa Davidson appears by his side, resting a hand on his shoulder, her other hand running through her hair as the duo make their way towards the ring, interacting with the fans scattered along the rampway. As Phoenix hops up onto the apron, he waits for Marissa to climb the ringside steps before sitting on the middle rope to let her in, before rolling in himself and running towards the opposite turnbuckle, throwing him arms out for the crowd while his music dies down.

Martinez: Our HBO Champion has survived Jamie Love, has survived Karver, and now he's facing perhaps the greatest opponent of his entire career. Winterborn is asking himself right now, does he have what it takes? It's all on the line, folks. Buckle up and don't blink.

Loydson: My partner's an idiot. Please blink. We don't need any more lawsuits this year.

DING DING DING

With almost forty years of experience between them, the competitors start out cagey, feeling each other out with a lock-up. Fighting furious, Phoenix gets the upper hand, and goes for an ambition twisting suplex that King counters by spinning clean out of it, landing on his feet only to pull the champion down into a front facelock. He grinds in a couple of knees that are partially blocked by canny movement, and as Phoenix manages to wind an arm through the hold, he transitions to a gutwrench, picking Winterborn up and over...

No! Phoenix hooks the back of his head, and uses the pressure to scramble around into a crucifix hold. Ace is off-balanced trying to bear the weight of the other man, staggering toward the ropes as Winterborn sits up into a couple of elbows to the side of the head. King THRUSTS his body backwards, dropping to drive the top rope between them and force Phoenix to release in order to avoid a fall to the outside. The HBO champion lands upon the apron instead, grabbing the top rope to swing through into a kick to the back. The Gambler stumbles forward, turning to try and catch Phoenix with a Full House kick as he comes through the ropes!

Winterborn blocks it, catches the leg, and drives King backwards to the mat, landing on top!

ONE
.
.
.
NO!

Ace rolls out and reverses, catching the champ's head between his ankles and driving him to the mat, then sitting up to lock in a bow and arrow stretch. He raises the Phoenix heavenward, as the crowd starts a dueling chant. There's no Earthly way Winterborn is tapping this early, and he denies the submission until King is forced to release it, attempting to transition swiftly into an armbar to keep the hardcore flier grounded. Phoenix denies it with a firm stomp to the midsection, cartwheels to vertical base, and hits a low-angled superkick!

Ace King is blasted across the ring, catching himself on the bottom rope and starting to pull himself upright. Phoenix rushes in, and King tries to simply fall away, yanking the rope down to send Winterborn clean over it-- but the champ shifts momentum, steps off Ace's head onto the off-kilter rope where he sublimely balances for a half-beat before launching into an agonizingly tight shooting star press, crashing down atop the challenger!

Martinez: Winterborn takes to the sky, showing off his high flying skill!

Loydson: He's real good with the flippies, but Ace King can flip for flip and tit for tat, so be careful rookie.

Both men have a leg tangled up in the ropes as they fight to regain their footing, and they end up hopping in place, neither willing to let the other escape as they trade strikes beside the apron. The crowd 'ooh!' and 'ahh!' each blow, as they swap forearms and then HEADBUTTS, each man almost falling in their desperation to deliver the most brutal strike. Winterborn gets the worst of it, and Ace King sucks in a breath as he uses his trapped leg as a fulcrum to step up into an enzuigiri! His boot catches the back of Phoenix's head--

--and both of them pop free! The rebounding ropes send King in one direction, and Winterborn in the other, right over the top rope to the outside. He bounces off the apron en route, but rolls to his feet and slumps over the barricade as Toyo Yasahiro briskly begins a ten count. Ace King limps as he gets to his own vertical base, glancing around in confusion before his gaze settles on the outside. He tells Yasahiro to step aside, then hits the opposite set of ropes running...

The count is unconventionally broken as the official leaps aside to avoid a collision, but it doesn't matter; half a second later King springboards into a moonsault! Winterborn turns around, and his eyes instantly widen. The crowd is already reacting to the move's certain success when Phoenix blurs aside, and catches King in the flank with another superkick!

The Gambler is spun from the air, crashing down SPINE-FIRST on the barricade to a massive reaction from the Lanxess Arena! The champion wastes no time, leaping up next to King and flowing directly into a guillotine leg drop off the barricade, adding injury to injury. Ace King FLOPS to the floor, limbs ragdolling as Phoenix begins to drag him back toward the ring...

Loydson: This could be the end, Winterborn is going to retain!

Martinez: He's done it, he's done it!

Yasahiro has resumed his count from the beginning, lost in the moment and resolving to just start over, so he's just past five when Winterborn succeeds in bundling his like-sized opponent underneath the bottom rope. King stirs as soon as his body rolls onto the canvas, getting onto all fours as Phoenix hops onto the apron. Ace still appears out of it, almost falling again as his back gives out and his own weight is too much to bear.

Winterborn looks to the crowd, nodding his head excitedly as they cheer at his attention. He points to the top, and steps around the corner post, both hands on the top rope. The temperature in the area seems to rise several degrees with anticipation, as the champion waits for the challenger to rise, gasping and vision unfocused, measuring him before slingshotting himself up and over the turnbuckle...

Timing it perfectly, Phoenix Winterborn flips into the blockbuster! JACKPOT! JACKPOT!

Ace King's timing is even better. Defying his body and the expectations of everybody present, he twists at the last instant and catches all that momentum across his shoulders, his entire body shuddering as he resists the urge to collapse under the weight. Instead, he enters an airplane spin, whirling toward the middle of the ring with Winterborn trapped in place, blurring out of the spin into a running Death Valley Driver! EYE IN THE SKY!!!

The rafters about explode off the building as Ace King rolls into the cover.

ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
KICKOUT!

It's not enough to keep the champion from his reign, as Winterborn kicks out HARD, bundling Ace from off of him, spinning to his feet with his arms outstretched to a giant pop. Ace King surges upright, eyes wide and frame quivering with intensity as he moves immediately to put Phoenix down again. He's met with a spinning heelkick, then another, and a third! Reign of Fire! Winterborn is a frantic explosion of force, hammering Ace into the corner with the final kick, then retreating to the opposite corner, where he points down the line. It's a gesture everybody recognizes.

Anticipation runs through the crowd as Phoenix takes off into a shotgun dropkick! King is dazed, but sees it coming, and whirrs aside, leaving Winterborn to collide with both feet against the turnbuckle. The champ rebounds adroitly, flipping to his feet, and immediately catching his wily challenger with a huge Falcon Arrow, hooking him for the cover!

ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
KICKOUT!

Martinez: OH MY GOD, WHAT A FUCKING KICKOUT!!!

Loydson: Winterborn is doing everything, EVERYTHING to retain his championship.

Both men fight to their feet, each feinting a strike before falling back into ready stance, sharing a smirk that's only partway in good humor before they circle one another. They're both breathing heavily, though it's Ace that looks the worse for wear, his steps more labored, one leg still dragging from a badly twisted ankle. Phoenix seems confident, bouncing from from foot to foot before darting in to lock up. The Gambler manages to get the upper hand and pull him down, striving to seize an ankle-pick, but Phoenix sprawls out to avoid it, twists clear and goes behind, swiftly threading the full nelson for a snapdragon suplex! He bridges!

ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
KICKOUT!

King almost pushes out straight to his feet, but falls to one knee partway, and Phoenix pulls him to his feet with a headlock, grabbing the tights to hit another solid suplex. He floats over, but this time the Gambler is ready, reversing into a roll-up.

ONE
.
KICKOUT!

King doesn't seem fazed by the quick break, holding onto Winterborn's tights as he pulls him to vertical base, up into a vertical suplex of his own. He doesn't bother floating over, spinning the legs to go for another instead, but Phoenix fights back, dropping to dead weight and yanking his head free. A foot darts across, sweeping the injured ankle, and as the Gambler begins to fall Phoenix adds his own momentum for an improvised facebuster. It's an ugly move, but it works; King falls limp! Winterborn flips him over, drags him to the corner, then signals to the crowd - again, they oblige with a resounding cheer - and goes to climb the turnbuckle.

Facing outward, Phoenix kisses two fingers and slings them out toward the crowd before he flips into his inverted 450; the FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX! A missile of force, he whips through the rotations to crash down atop Ace King-- but the pool is empty!!

The Gambler rolls out, and uses the ropes to pull himself up as Phoenix crashes down with a brutal crunch. Ace dives to pull him up, hurl him against the corner post and begin laying in with shoot kicks to the midsection, the crowd counting along as he works Winterborn over. The champion ends up hanging limply by his arms, chin hanging down against his chest. Nodding to himself, Ace King steps away to the opposite side of the ring - making a statement as he points down the line...

And EXPLODES into a shotgun dropkick, bouncing Winterborn's skull off the turnbuckle. The champion falls flat with a resounding thud, and King pulls him out of the corner as the crowd chant:

"SHELL-EY SILVER!" clap-clap-clapclapclap "SHELL-EY SILVER!" clap-clap-clapclapclap

Ace grins gratefully, saluting the crowd before he makes the cover.

ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
KICKOUT!!

Loydson: ANOTHER KICKOUT!

Martinez: They are going to fight forever!!!

With near-falls on both sides, and an arena that seems fit to explode if it doesn't get gratification, it seems an end approaches. Phoenix Winterborn gets to his feet watched by a wary, hurting Ace King, who motions for him to stand a couple of times only to be waved off with impatience by the champion - who intends to take all the time he's given. Both of them glance toward ringside, where the title awaits them, and then look each other in the eye, tapping their respective chests as if to say 'it's mine'. As one, they dart forward--

--and Phoenix strikes fastest, rattling the Gambler with an hellacious spinning backfist! Spit flies from King's mouth as he's staggered by the blow, and Winterborn steps around to lock the head, ready to drive him forward for a big finish. King responds by jamming a fist into his liver, securing a waistlock and falling backwards, turning as he does to dump Winterborn onto the top rope!

It seems like it's going to be a repeat incident, Winterborn flopping over the top to the outside, but he reverses his momentum, bouncing back into the ring and catching the stumbling challenger with the Phoenix Down! The downward spiral levels Ace King out, a hand twitching against the canvas as it flops outward. The crowd is rallying behind both men, utterly split down the middle as Winterborn struggles to haul King away from the ropes, falling to a seated position as he does so, pushing himself back in to make the cover. He doesn't even get there. King reverses!

Roaring, veins standing out in his neck, Ace King rises to his feet despite his wracked back and his injured ankle, Phoenix Winterborn flipped across his shoulders. He sinks his posture, keeping hold of head and leg as he draws out the torture rack. Toyo Yasahiro is there to check for the submission, but King is shaking his head, stepping away, positioning himself--

--for the BLACKJACK BOMB!

Winterborn is hurled from his shoulders, the Psycho Driver absolutely devastating, the champ's body momentarily lifeless as King shifts into the cover, exhausted and sweating. The crowd count with Yasahiro!

"ONE!"
.
.
.
"TWO!"
.
.

"THREE!"

NO!!! The crowd counts, but Toyo Yasahiro has his hand stopped an inch from the mat as Phoenix Winterborn rolls the shoulder up. He pushes King away, desperately, surges to his feet with an equal look of desperation writ upon his features, refusing to be put away, refusing to relinquish his title and his place in the B.O.R.T. King struggles to his own feet, lethargic and in complete disbelief, their stare meeting - one in the purity of tenacity, the other in utter shock. Winterborn is not going to let King recover! He drives forward, exploding again into the backfist!

N-No! Ace King goes under it! He staggers into a sprint, hits the ropes, comes off into a swinging boot to the midsection that barely catches Phoenix as he turns around to track his prey. Doubling over, the champion is held in place-- as Ace King flips forward into the WILD CARD!!!

Winterborn is down, the Gambler pulling himself along by his nails, one foot scraping the canvas as the other refuses to cooperate in struggling alongside the champion, in turning him over for the pin...

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

DING DING DING

Chriqui: Your winner, via pinfall, and the NEW HBO Broadcast Champion ... AAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIING!!!

There are tears of sheer effort and exhaustion in Ace King's eyes as he pushes himself onto one knee, clutching at the opposite ankle as the roof lifts off the arena. Toyo Yasahiro retrieves the championship belt as King sends his appreciation out to the fans, who roar back as they chant his name, over and over and over. "ACE! ACE! ACE! ACE! ACE!" He shakes his head, remaining as humble as he can in victory, finally rising to his feet with a pained wince and a bit of assistance from the official, who hands him the title. Ace thrusts it into the air, grinning ear-to-ear as he reclaims his rightful place among the row of champions.

During the pageantry that ensues, Phoenix Winterborn clambers upright, leaning against the ropes as he looks out at the crowd, looking crushed. Slowly, they begin to turn their chants toward him.

"THANK YOU, PHOENIX!" clap-clap-clapclapclap "THANK YOU, PHOENIX!"

He can't help but smile in response, despite it all. He turns, and finds Ace King staring him down, the title now around his waist. Phoenix takes a deep breath, looks around at the packed arena, and then steps forward brusquely... extending a hand to the new HBO Champion.

Firmly, they grasp one another's hands, and Cologne lets their appreciation shower down as the night comes to an end.

Martinez: What a match! What an ending! Did Winterborn really kick out of the Blackjack Bomb? You saw it here, folks, on Rampage 500! In the end, there can be only one champion, and only one man advances in the B.O.R.T. That man is Ace King, but there's nothing but respect between these two. This was a fight for the ages, and they've BOTH put the roster on notice. Beat that, if you dare!

Loydson: I'm not surprised. Winterborn had his run, he impressed us with a couple of great victories, but in the end it's just damn hard to put down a man like Ace King. When you run a tournament called the Best of Rampage? And Ace King joins that tournament? How the hell does ANYONE stop him from fighting his way through the entire roster? Phoenix put him through the wringer here, he fought like very few men can against one of the best to ever strap on the boots. It pains me to say it, but the Gambler is just too damn good.

YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN

The the crowd pops hard as Queen Melody Malone walks out. She stares down Ace King, burning holes through him with her glare.

Martinez: What's she doing out here! Malone is just stealing King's moment!

Loydson: She made it very clear, Ace King is in her way and she's going to stop at nothing to move that obstacle.

While Ace King and Melody Malone seem ready to explode, OMERTA sounds off! Grizzly Duggan walks out!

Duggan: No No No. This is NOT how Rampage 500 is going to end. Ace King, congratulations on winning the HBO Broadcast Championship and good luck in your B.O.R.T II Journey! Phoenix, you were an awesome champion.

The crowd cheers, Duggan turns to face Malone.

Duggan: And you, you don't get to come out here and start shit. You don't run this place. But, this does save me writing a press-release. Melody Malone, you will face Killjoy Ito for the Undisputed Championship at Scars & Stripes. And if Ace King should get knocked out of The B.O.R.T II before the PPV, it will be a triple threat!

Ace and Malone stare daggers through Duggan as he walks off to a giant pop from the crowd.

---

---

END SCREEN

..................................................................................................................

SEGMENT WRITERS

Megumi Sengoku
The Bastards
Darna Dare & Lavender
Legion
Killjoy Ito
Grizzly Duggan

..................................................................................................................

MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Chunks of Darna Dare

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Chunks of Darna Dare

MATCH THREE
WRITER: FN'R

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Chunks of Darna Dare

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH SIX
WRITER: EWC Staff Assistant: Em

MATCH SEVEN | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Chunks of Darna Dare

..................................................................................................................


RECAP OF WINNERS

MATCH ONE
Karver VS Tommy Burton
Singles Match
WINNER(S): Karver
...

MATCH TWO
Autumn Raven VS Ruby Clifton VS Tanja Devereaux VS Ruthann Hunter VS Queen Melody Malone
WHO RUN THE WORLD? GIRLS! No DQ Fatal Five Way Elimination Match
WINNER(S): Melody Malone

...

MATCH THREE
Halo Syndicate VS The Bastards
Tag Team Match
WINNER(S): The Bastards

...

MATCH FOUR
Grizzly Duggan & President Mac VS Lavender & Mark Storm
BOSS VS BORT - No DQ Tornado Tag Team Match
WINNER(S): BOSS Via Pinfall On Mark Storm (NS)

...

MATCH FIVE
Dominic Sanders VS Darna Dare
Non Title Singles Match
WINNER(S): Darna Dare

...

MATCH SIX
Mercenary VS Moxie
B.O.R.T II First Round Match
WINNER(S): Mercenary, Advances In The B.O.R.T II

...

MATCH SEVEN | MAIN EVENT
Ace King VS Phoenix Winterborn
B.O.R.T II First Round Match For HBO Broadcast Championship - Winterborn's 3rd Defense
WINNER(S): AND NEW HBO Broadcast Champion, Ace King, Advances In The B.O.R.T II

...


...............................................................................................................…

MVP OF THE NIGHT: Melody Malone & Darna Dare
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Dominic Sanders Vs Darna Dare

© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2022

---