Rampage #504 - RAMPAGE VS PRIME

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

»»RAMPAGE VS PRIME««
PRIME INVADES FRIDAY NIGHTS!!!

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents

FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE GETS INVADED BY PRIME!

FRIDAYS LIVE ON ESPN & HBO AT 10PM CST.
SPONSORED IN PART BY UNDER ARMOUR, SONY, DR. PEPPER AND XENOBLADE CHRONICLES 3.

EPISODE #504
JULY 15TH 2022

Live From Rajamangala National Stadium in Bangkok, Thailand!

EWC RAMPAGE
07.15.2022
Live From Rajamangala National Stadium in Bangkok, Thailand
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

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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.

{มีกลิ่นลาเวนเดอร์ในอากาศ - ชัยชนะ!}

{ทายาทแห่งความรุนแรง!}

{นายกฯมาแล้ว!}

{ราชินีจะไม่โค้งคำนับ!}

{คืนวันศุกร์ อาละวาด Vs ไพร์ม!}







อาละวาดคืนวันศุกร์!

อาละวาดคืนวันศุกร์!

Lets Go ไพร์ม!

Lets Go ไพร์ม!

The camera flashes back to the X-Tron which shows everyone participating in RAMPAGE VS PRIME... There's Callie Clark, Molly Hatchet, Timothy Deacon, Jamie Love, Aeon Khronos, Mark Storm, Kyle Gautier, Tanja Devereaux, Headhuntress Aiya, Phoenix Winterborn, Dalilah Ashe, Darna Dare, Jason Hunter, Mercenary, Moxie, Bosa, Scorpio, Melody Malone, Lavender & Narumi Tsutsumi. The camera cuts back to Bosa holding his SHOWTIME Broadcast Championship, then Narumi Tsutsumi holding her Indy Championship, then Lavender holding both the HBO Broadcast & United States Championships and lastly Melody Malone holding the Undisputed Championship high into the air.

The camera cuts over to the Rampage announce desk, where we see Martinez and Loydson both seated.

Martinez: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Friday Night Rampage, we've got a big show tonight as Rampage has been invaded by PRIME! Last year, Rampage successfully invaded PRIME, and this year PRIME is looking for rebuttal!

Loydson: As if that would ever happen, RAMPAGE, RAMPAGE, RAMPAGE!

Martinez: In our opening bout, PRIME's Callie Clark takes on Rampage's own Molly Hatchet.

Loydson: In our second bout of the evening, PRIME's Timothy Deacon takes on Rampage's Jamie Love. 

Martinez: In our third bout, PRIME's Aeon Khronos takes on Rampage's Mark Storm. In our forth, PRIME's Kyle Gautier takes on Rampage's Tanja Devereaux. 

Loydson: After that it's Rampage regular, but PRIME officially, Headhuntress Aiya taking on former HBO Broadcast Champion Phoenix Winterborn. 

Martinez: After that, it's PRIME's Dalilah Ashe taking on Rampage's Darna Dare in a Freak On The Leash Match.

Loydson: And that one will indeed get freaky! After that, the HBO Championship is up for grabs with Jason Hunter taking on Mercenary. 

Martinez: After that, Rampage's Moxie takes on the PRIME SHOWTIME Champion, Bosa in what is sure to be a slugfest. 

Loydson: And in our semi-final, Scorpio takes on Queen Melody Malone, AKA the REIGNING Undisputed Champion of both the EWC & my cold heart. 

Martinez: And in our main event, United States Champion Lavender takes on Indy Champion Narumi Tsutsumi in an Iron Woman Match. Narumi is unbeaten in 2022, but Lavender is on a winning streak herself. This will be one hell of a main event! Don't you go anywhere!

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A scene replays from Callie Clark's Promotional piece before the event....

As the video begins, bagpipe music can be heard in the background as a woman walks into frame wearing a ginger wig, a kilt and a terribly made "Ginger Ninja" shirt, and her face painted like Braveheart. The woman waves to the camera with a goofy grin on her face, and then speaks up, using a very over the top Scottish accent.

Aye lads and lassies, it's me, "The Ginger Ninja" Molly Hatchet! I'm a little weirdo who likes to explore cities and think I'm a ninja! I'm gonna be getting my ugly face rearranged by the goddess Callie Clark this week, but I'm still gonna be the life of the party!

"Molly" now picks up a Kusari-Fundo off a table, and holds it up.

I love death matches more than I love me haggis! They let me use this little weapon, it's me only friend!

"Molly" puts the weapon back down on the table, and then as she turns back towards the camera, she suddenly gets hit with a jumping kick to the face! "Molly" drops and it's revealed she was taken out by Callie Clark, who plants a foot on her chest and flashes an evil smile to the camera, proud of her handy work.

We cut to an empty locker room where a fully geared up Ginger Ninja steps up to the camera with a laugh and a clap of her hands. 

Hatchet: BAHAAHAAAAAAHHHHAAAA!!! DID YE' SEE THAT?! Funniest shite I ever saw. Oh lass, it warms me heart that ye' think me so low. Oh better than ye've thought even less of me and what'd I do to them? I wore 'em like a shoe.

The smile fades into more of a sly smirk as she places her hands on her hips.

Hatchet: So ye' think me a fool? Lass I am a fool!!! That's the point. I'm having a good time at all times, even when I'm running someone with a big fat mouth over like a steam roller. So you got a record! Yer tha' most decorated bitch on Prime! Blah blah blah, fuck off with that big time talk. Just shows how bloody insecure ye' are!

Molly sweeps her hands before her in a dismissive gesture.

Hatchet: Yer accolades mean little when ye've had alot of help from yer friends o'er yer career and I've found in me life as a wrestler, even the dumbest fuckwit in tha' world gets lucky from time ta' time. Maybe ye'll get lucky against me, but I'm no sweatin' a loss to ye' and I'm certainly not gonna' be hypin' meself up as the Callie slayer when I do fuck yer shite straight up and embarrass ye' in front of a live crowd.

A little shrug.

Hatchet: I'm kinda' glad I overestimated ye' based on tha' fact that ya' had friends because now, I'm overprepared ta' face ye' without tha' Sabotage behind ya. Better to overestimate ya' fer ye' ta underestimate me now don'tcha' think?

She crosses her arms over her chest.

Hatchet: Thank you fer tha' laugh though, lass. I appreciate it. Will I be laughin' by the end of tha' night? I might just be. I'll never discount the creative mind of a cheatin' lyin' scummy git and coward such as yourself, but at the same time, you've discounted a proper ring warrior such as myself. That was a big bloody mistake that ye'll be payin' for regardless of how the match turns out. So see ye' in tha' ring, numpty bitch!

With a mocking grin and a wave, Molly heads off camera.

MATCH ONE
Callie Clark VS "The Ginger Ninja" Molly Hatchet
Singles Match
REF: Jessika Smalls

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We return to ringside and cut over to the commentary booth.

Martinez: Molly Hatchet with some strong words before this match, and now it's time to put up or shut up!

Loydson: I think Callie may be in for the beating of her life this time, she's kicked too many hornets nests!

Chriqui: The following match is a standard singles match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from New York, New York & weighing in at 115 pounds… Representing PRIME! CALLIE CCCCCLLLLAAAAAARRRRRK!!!

A red carpet is rolled out going from the stage to the bottom of the ramp, and Bad Reputation hits. Callie comes out with Tori walking out behind her, and strikes a pose showing off her female William Wallace Cosplay, complete with Kilt and Tartan as pyro goes off behind her. Callie's paparazzi takes pictures of her as she walks down the ramp, taunting the fans as she goes. As she reaches ringside, Tori goes ahead of Callie, holding open the ropes so Callie can step through, and walk to the middle of the ring, where she strikes a pose again while winking at the camera. She then goes to her corner as the music cuts.

Chriqui: And his/her opponent from St. Fillian's, Perthshire, Scotland & weighing in at 120 pounds… Representing Rampage! ”THE GINGER NINJA” MMMMMOLLLLYYY HHHAAATTCCCHHHEEETTT!!!

The lights in the Arena dim green, soft white lights strobing behind the entrance stage. Pain's "Designed to Piss you Off" hit's the PA system with metal guitar riffs, drum beats, and well tuned basslines assaulting the senses.

Golden pyro columns explode! Stepping out onto the right side of the stage with arms extended and a bit of a spring in her step, is the red headed Ginger Ninja herself, Molly Hatchet! We find her decked out in black and green PVC wrestling pants, a matching sport's top top, wrestling boots, hooded black and green "Ginger Ninja" PVC vest, elbow pads, black, green, white, and blue arm tassels, and black hand and wrist tape.

She bolts down the aisle towards the ring in a high speed run. Arriving at ringside, she leaps over the apron and under the ropes to slide to the center. From there she hops up to her feet, throwing her fist into the air.

Molly pulls her vest off, whips it around in the air over her head, and tosses it through the ropes to be caught by a ring attendant. She then throws her arms out at her sides and shouts at the top of her lungs.

Molly: WHO'S HERE FER AN ARSE WHIPPIN?!!!!!

The crowd erupts with a huge pop! Molly finally sees Callie, wearing the Scottish Tartan and blue face paint and just bursts into a HUGE fit of laughter. Callie quirks her brow, a hand on her hip as she looks at Molly as if she were some lowly life form.

The Ginger Ninja looks away, only to turn back and sees Callie once again, bursting into another fit of uncontrolled laughter, slapping at her own thigh.

Martinez: Callie Clark kicked the hornets nest, but she seems surprisingly confident right now.

Loydson: That confidence might just get her killed tonight.

DING DING DING

The match begins with a hard slap from Callie Clark to Molly’s face, killing the laughter with a smug grin of her own! Molly’s head snaps to the side with a while flip of red hair. Molly just looks back at her with a big grin and eats a second slap followed by a hard chop to the chest! Callie takes the arm and pulls her for a whip, but Molly spins around and pulls her right into a knee lift followed by a jumping knee to the chin! Callie’s head snaps back and she goes stumbling to a knee! Molly followed up with a stylish low orbit Leg Lariat that rocks Callie off her feet! Tori glares up at Molly from the floor and Molly makes a kissy face in return, throwing two middle fingers up at her before returning to Callie…

Martinez: Don't worry about Tori, focus on Callie or else you might cost yourself!

Loydson: I honestly think if she could make it happen, this match would be a handicap match.

The Ginger Ninja goes to help the staggered and stunned Callie Clark rise. She hurls her foe forcefully into a corner, then gets a running start, but Clark throws the boots up and nails Molly full on! The freckled Ginger takes it right to the face and is sent stumbling back to a knee. Molly gets to her feet holding her jaw as Callie runs out of the corner to leap up and hit THOR’S HAMMER, her knee driving right into Molly’s chin and rocking her flat on her back! Callie then moves to a nearby corner, leaps to the top and vaults off with THE SPIRAL TAP, hooking the leg!

ONE!!!



TWO!!!



T-KICKOUT!!!

Molly rolls the shoulder, half sitting up much to Callie’s shock! Snarling, she batters a few shots to the back of Molly’s head, then picks her up and boots her in the gut, pulling her into a piledriver position. Callie makes a cutthroat gesture and leaps forward but Molly stands up and sends her flopping to the canvas with omph and a wild cry. The Ginger Ninja beats her chest and turns towards the rising Callie! She rushes at her with a running forearm that sends Callie into the ropes and right back into Molly’s arms GINGER SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! Callie gets alot of air, landing on her head and shoulders with a bit of a skid right to the ropes!

Molly comes running at her and Tori reaches through to pull Callie out of the ring and to safety. Tori checks on her charge as Molly just shrugs her shoulders, runs to the opposite side of the ring and bursts forward with a flying leap over the ropes to take BOTH Competitors down with THE MOLLY BOMBER!!!

Loydson: Molly is putting it all on the line here tonight! High risk, high reward!

Martinez: That could spell the end of the match for Callie Clark!

Molly rises from the mass of bodies with a wicked grin and even dances a little jig. Tori is the first to her feet and the bodyguard comes at the Ginger Ninja, who leaps up with a SPIRAL DROPKICK, rocking her off her feet! Not seen by the ref, Callie comes in from behind with a low blow on the Ginger Ninja, causing the red haired Scotswoman to double over with a growl of pain. Callie then takes Molly and whips her right into the nearby barricade! There, Callie viciously starts to stomp on her over and over against the bars. Callie then gathers her foe up, walking her over to the timekeeper’s table and slamming her head right into the ring bell with a loud *DING!* before violently whipping her into the ring steps! Molly flips over them knees first in spectacular fashion, landing on her back on the other side!

Callie gathers Molly up and slams her head into the ring apron, which prompts and EXPLOSIVE response from Molly with a right hand to the face! The Ginger Ninja lights Callie up with furious lefts and rights, catching her foe completely off guard as she takes the fight right back! A Roundhouse kick throws Callie against the apron. There’s enough of Callie still functioning for her to make an escape back into the ring, pulling herself back in.

Loydson: Callie Clark is just working on instinct alone at this point I think.

Martinez: You may be right there Phil, this one seems all but over.

As Callie crawls back into the ring, she gets to her feet and suddenly falls, grabbing her ankle and crying out in pain. The Referee immediately moves in to check on her. Molly climbs onto the apron only for Tori to rush in and clip her legs out from under her, dropping her hip first on the apron and sending her to the floor. Tori grips the apron and violently kicks and stomps Molly over and over with thick heeled boots, even drawing blood as one connects with Molly’s temple, splitting it open. Tori then gathers the stunned Molly up, fans booing in absolutely uproar as Tori then pulls a black jacket from her pocket, cracks Molly across the top of her head, flinging her into the ring! She shouts something to Callie, who immediately stands up like nothing is wrong. Amazingly, Molly is on her hands and knees, rising up. Callie gets an evil smile and rushes in with EXCELSIOR!!!! Thunderously cracking her knee across Molly’s bloodied face and then falling across her for the pin!!!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

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

Callie rolls out of the ring, laughing as Tori puts an arm around her charge with her music playing loud and proud. In the ring, we see Molly Hatchet rising up onto one knee, fists clenched, streaks of blood running down one side of her face and an evil glare on her face. Callie makes an L on her forehead shouting, “LOSER!” at Molly as she and her bodyguard walk backwards up the ramp. Suddenly the Ginger Ninja grins a most dangerous, malicious smile on her face. She rises, dabs the blood from the split on her temple and streaks it across the rest of her face like war paint. This unnerves both Tori and Callie….

Martinez: Callie Clark wins the first match of the night, taking PRIME up 1-0 over Rampage. 

Loydson: But the help of that Tori woman cannot be overstated. I think we'll be seeing Molly Vs Callie II real soon.

Martinez: I don't think you're wrong for that assessment. We'll be right back folks, don't go anywhere.

Camera cuts to ...

We head to backstage and immediately the crowd watching on the X-Tron descend into a chorus of boos as they spot The Prime Minister Scorpio on screen, with Crème de la Crème by his side. Scorpio has his gaze firmly focused on the path in front of him as many of Rampage’s backstage staff whisper and stare.

Martinez: Well it’s been almost two years since we saw the 2020 Rampage Wrestler of The Year on Friday Nights, but for one night only Scorpio is back!

Loydson: It’s been a tough few weeks for the S-Factor but he’ll be hoping to turn it around with an explosive return to Rampage and a win over the new Undisputed Champion, his old rival Melody Malone…

As Scorpio turns the corner he finds himself near the Rampage interview set and Brian Spade comes bounding over. Spade gives The S-Factor a wide smile as he gestures towards the set. Scorpio looks a little uncertain (an expression we’re not used to!) as he looks to Crème for reassurance. Eventually he steps forward.

Spade: Welcome back to Friday Nights! It’s been a while since we saw the S-Factor here… how do you feel?

Scorpio: It’s been a while Brian, I’m sure Rampage is glad to have me back, there’s only so much screentime that can be filled with no-names like Lavender and Moxie. Of course had President Mac and the various powers-that-be not pulled the string to ensure my illegal firing I could have continued an illustrious career here instead of the independent swamp I currently reside in… but that’s old news isn’t it?

Spade: Well tonight is Rampage vs. Prime – given some of your disparaging comments about your current home who will you be supporting?

Scorpio: Rampage was my first brand, it was the one I had my most success on, but it’s one that turned its back on me while I desperately and valiantly fought the vile machinations of the EWC’s corrupt leadership. Prime may be cesspit but it’s my cesspit now… the last invasion night I sent Ryo Hazama packing so hard he’s never been seen again… I intend to do the same to dearest Melody.

He smirks slightly as the crowd boo his sentiments and a chant of “Rampage! Rampage! Rampage!” breaks out.

Spade: And say you do manage a win over the Undisputed Champion, what’s next for the S-Factor? There are many commenting that you’ve come up short against the two G1 finalists over on Prime and are firmly in the third place seat as far as the roster’s rankings go…

Scorpio’s eyes narrow at such a bold statement from Spade. One of his hands seems to shake a little as he desperately tries to hide it in the pocket of his Chanel satin trousers. He stammers over his next word a couple of times as Crème seems to almost try and guide him away from the interview area.

Scorpio: I… uh… you see I…

Crème: Ok that’s enough thank you Brian you wretched little bitch you’ve got your scoop interview—

Scorpio: NO!

The outburst takes Crème by surprise as she stumbles back and Scorpio takes a deep breath.

Scorpio: You’re right, I am behind Bosa and Narumi in the Prime stakes, things have been taking a downward turn for a while now and it’s time to re-group and re-think. But for those of you who wish me gone – go fuck yourselves the S-Factor is going NOWHERE. On Prime 99 I will be addressing the audience and the locker room… until then… I have a Queen to beat, darling.

He looks pleased that he got his composure back before he knocks the microphone out of Spade’s hand and struts down the corridor. The Louboutins click-clack their way through the Rampage halls, as they once did with such dominance many years ago…

Martinez: Well Scorpio has vowed despite his struggles recently he is going nowhere, we’ll have to see.

Loydson: I for one will never forgive President Mac for cheating us out of a President Scorpio, imagine how great this company would have been!!!

MATCH TWO
Timothy Deacon VS "The Love Child" Jamie Love
Singles Match
REF: Mike Michaelson

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We return to ringside and cut to the commentary booth.

Martinez: After those words from Scorpio and an exciting start with Callie Vs Molly, we've got our second match coming up!

Loydson: We're about to see whether that lame ass Timothy Deacon will steal a win, or if Jamie Love can secure us a point. He may have a bastard for a father, but … you damn well better win this for us, Jamie! Take us away, Chriqui!

Chriqui: The following match is for one fall. Introducing first from Oija, California, & weighing in at 195 pounds... TIMOTHY DEACON!!!

The lights go out, the arena is pitch black for a couple of seconds until a single spotlight shines in the center of the stage. "I still Burn" blasts through the p.a system. Timothy Deacon, wearing his long black tights, black boots and a hooded black jacket walks into the spotlight with a smirk on his face. The spotlight goes out as the lights come back on. Deacon slowly walks down the entrance ramp ignoring the fans who are booing him. Deacon rolls into the ring and proceeds to take off his black jacket, he hands the jacket to a ringside attendant paying no attention to the fans.


Chriqui: And his opponent from Takayama, Japan, & weighing in at 120 pounds... JAMIE LOVE!!!

Notorious By Adalitas Way hits the PA system and Jamie walks out from behind the curtain with a smirk on his face. Next to him is his girlfriend Sara who is carrying the bloody kendo stick she used to assault Ruthann Hunter and a glare in her eyes as she looks out at the crowd. Behind him on either side are Tommy and Maria Love, Maria giving him last minute advice and his father insulting the fans in the front row as Jamie climbs into the ring.

Martinez: Thus far, Timothy has only lost to Prime’s own Patrick James and “Headhuntress” Aiya! Will he keep himself on a steady winning streak, or will Jamie Love become the third person to stop him in his tracks?

Loydson: Damn well better be option B! Come on, kiddo! Whoop his ass for Rampage!

DING DING DING

Jamie wastes little time in confronting Timothy, seeming to already have a game plan in his head. He starts kicking away at Deacon’s knees, doing his best to force him down to his height. Timothy winces and first tries to tug Jamie forward. With The Love Child being considerably smaller, however, he’s able to easily duck while still working at his opponent’s knees. Deacon is able to jump back, albeit a bit shakily, thus getting away from Jamie’s kicks. As Jamie attempts to close the distance between them, The Love Child is met with a Spinning Heel Kick straight to his temple!

Love looks dizzy! Deacon uses the opportunity to move back against the ropes and launches off towards The Love Child …

Only to be met with a stiff elbow to his own forehead! The shock and impact cause Timothy to stumble, lose his balance and finally fall down onto the canvas!

Jamie smirks as he looks down at the prone Timothy, silently asking how he liked that. The response he gets is a glare that, if it could, would tear a hole straight through Jamie. He merely continues smirking downward, allowing Deacon to get back up to a vertical base before the two begin circling around one another.

Martinez: This match may get personal fast!

Loydson: Those glares could definitely kill a small child.

Jamie taunts Timothy, daring him to make the first move instead. Timothy points to himself, and we manage to hear him replying through the mics with quips such as “Are you seriously talking to me, loser?!”.

Jamie merely nods. Deacon seems less than amused and charges at Love, causing him to smirk. This was clearly what he wanted, and the true reason for provoking Deacon. Love manages to sidestep out of the way, slamming his boot straight into the back of Tim’s knee. Tim growls angrily in pain, barely managing to remain on his feet.

Now it’s Jamie’s turn to go towards the ropes. He launches himself off, flying straight towards Deacon. With the extra momentum, he’s able to perform an aerial Lariat that not only almost beheads Timothy, but makes him fall back onto the mat!

Jamie takes the chance and goes for a cover, but is thrown off before the referee can even count to one!

Loydson: Monster kickout from Deacon!

Martinez: Jamie never saw it coming!

Jamie dashes forward once more, hoping and expecting for Deacon to still be reeling in pain. If he is … it isn’t enough. Superkick from nowhere, but WAIT! Right at the absolute last second, Love dodges! Tommy is happily cackling from outside the ring, stepping away from the apron! He clearly looked ready to intervene, but is now content to watch as Jamie catches the leg and modifies his Kinboshi No Miro technique, applying to Deacon’s leg instead of arm like he usually would do!

Timothy tries his absolute best to fight against the pain, but with all of the focused hits he’s taken to his legs, he has no choice! He taps and lives to fight another day!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via submission ... JAMIE LOVE!!!

Timothy screams and argues with the ref, insisting that Jamie somehow cheated. Jamie rolls his eyes and points out of the ring, signaling for Deacon to exit. Timothy glares angrily at Jamie … only relenting as a few security officers begin slowly sauntering towards the ring. He holds his hands up and exits, although clearly unhappy with being forced to do so.

Once Deacon leaves, Tommy and Maria both enter the ring, each taking one of Jamie’s arms and raising them high up in the air! We cut back to commentary as the Loves all celebrate in the ring!

Martinez: Way to go, Jamie! Not only did he no doubt make his parents proud, but all of us on the green brand here, including Grizzly Duggan, I’m sure. Celebrate your win! You definitely deserve it!

Loydson: Hah! Who’s the loser now, Deacon?! Although to be fair, he did give Jamie a better beating than I expected. Still though, no win for the emo rookie known as Timothy Deacon!

Martinez: We now move to 1-1 for Rampage & PRIME as we head to a quick break.

Camera cuts to ...

We open up backstage to a lavishly furnished locker room. An unzipped suitcase is on the sofa, and we see a hand clad in a splint reach forward into view to open it up. Folded neatly on top is a pink satin track jacket. Very retro in nature, she goes to turn it over and the letter ‘G’ appears briefly before the sound of the door opening breaks the silence. She whips the suitcase closed, the camera now migrating to the door as Rory looks at Melody with a confused expression on his face.

Melody Malone: I thought you were Rachel.

She concedes before she opens the suitcase back up. She’s less focused on the jacket this time though and turns it over as she retrieves her ring gear from deeper within the luggage.

Rory: Have you called her yet?

Melody Malone: Not yet. I can’t. What do I even say?

Rory: The truth?

She gives him a hard stare before frowning, her eyebrows furrowing together as she shakes her head.

Melody Malone: I don’t even know what the truth is anymore. Besides, I can’t afford to focus on that right now. I have an important match tonight, and one that’s gotta make a statement. This means too much to just… let myself slip because I’m trying to do too many things at once. One step at a time. Right now, the steps have to go toward Scorpio.

Rory: You want me to do it?

He asks her quietly. Kindly. She sighs and shakes her head, setting her ring gear to the side before repacking the suitcase and leaving the jacket exposed up top.

Melody Malone: No…. I need to do it. I just need to make sure its done right.

She takes one final look at the jacket before she zips up the suitcase. Rachel strolls into the locker room, looking at Melody with a frown.

Rachel: Not dressed yet? C’mon Mel, you’re up here soon! I expected you warming up by now.

Melody Malone: I’ve been warmed up since we left California. Don’t think I don’t know whats at stake tonight.

Melody almost gives her a dirty look before she retreats into the dressing area as Rachel looks to Rory with a confused look on her face.

Rachel: Was it something I said?

Rory just shrugs his shoulders, holding his hands up as Rachel looks toward the direction Melody disappeared to with a frown as the scene cuts back to ringside.

i.imgur.com/woYuAOr.jpgMATCH THREE
Aeon Khronos VS Mark Storm
Singles Match
REF: Pierce Patterson

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We cut back over to the commentary booth.

Martinez: After hearing from the Undisputed Champion backstage, we now come to our 3rd match of the night with PRIME & RAMPAGE at a draw.

Loydson: Let's go Markie Mark, get us the lead! 

Chriqui: The following match is set for one fall. a match. Introducing first…

'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 a 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.

Chriqui: And the opponent residing at the Edge Of Time Itself and weighing in at 114 Earth pounds... AEON KHRONOS!!!

The chiming of clocks and gears fills the arena as the crowd begins booing the arrival of Aeon Khronos, paying them no mind as the beat kicks in on "Time" by Pink Floyd. She approaches the ring with a smirk on her face, enjoying what she's about to do as she slides into the ring and prepares herself for the match.

DING DING DING

Aeon runs at Storm and leaps at him. Storm twists for a spinebuster but Aeon counters it into a monkey flip. Storm gets to his feet and is taken to the mat with an arm drag. Aeon quickly turns it into an armbar. Storm tries to twist his way out of the armbar so Aeon transitions it into a fujiwara armbar. Storm screams in pain as he tries to escape the hold. Aeon holds on to the armbar with her left arm while wrapping her right around Storm's face and head and wrenching back on the head and arm. Storm again screams in pain. Storm grabs Aeon's right hand and pulls it from his face and leans back headbutting Aeon until the hold is broken. Storm chops Aeon hard in the chest. Aeon clutches her chest. Storm hits a roaring elbow that spins Aeon around. Storm pushes her off the ropes looking for an O'Connor roll but Aeon grabs the ropes sending Storm rolling back. Aeon runs at Storm but runs into a pitch perfect dropkick from Storm knocking Aeon to the mat. Aeon gets to her hands and knees where Storm grabs her in a half nelson which he turns into a half nelson slam bringing her spine down across his knee. He makes a cover

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Aeon gets a shoulder up breaking the count. Storm pulls Aeon to her feet and whips her off the ropes. Strom drops Aeon to the mat with a back body drop before running off the ropes for a legdrop. At the last second, Aeon rolls out of the way and Storm comes crashing down on the mat. As pain shoots up his spine, Aeon runs at him with a low clothesline. As Storm gets to is feet, Aeon run at him hitting a really quick snap suplex. She makes a cover.

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Storm rolls to his stomach breaking the count.

Martinez: We all see the pictures from the James Webb telescope this week but it's Mark Storm seeing stars right now.

Loydson: You had to go there, didn't you?

Both get to their feet. Aeon chops Storm hard on the chest. She runs off the ropes and clotheslines Storm sending him off the ropes. Storm runs at Aeon but Aeon grabs Storm taking him to the mat with a spinebuster before rolling him up with The Paradox. The referee counts.

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Storm kicks out sending Aeon into the air where she comes down smacking her jaw on Storm's raised fist. Aeon clutches at her jaw as she gets to her feet. Storm scoops her up hitting a Twisting Tombstone. He sits on her chest and hooks the leg as the referee counts.

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Aeon pulls at Storm's waistband to break the count.

Martinez: The skin of her teeth and a handful of lycra is what saves Aeon there

Loydson: Saved? If Storm did that you'd be complaining about how he cheated!

Both slowly get to their feet. Storm jabs Aeon with a back elbow to the face. He lifts Aeon onto his shoulders looking for a Heroes End but Aeon rolls off him and underhooks his arms before hitting a Time Warp. She hooks the leg.

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DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... AEON KHRONOS!!!

Aeon gets to her feet and waves to the crowd before making a boxing motion to sow off her fists of steel. She gets out of the ring and high fives the crowd as she heads up the ramp.

Martinez: Aeon Khronos with the giant win to take PRIME up 2-1 over Rampage.

Loydson: Mark fought well, I guess. But that Time Wrap is a bitch to kick out of.

Martinez: You could say that again, don't you wrap that dial. We'll be right back.

Camera cuts to ...

 
Bryan Spade is standing outside of a door emboldened with the words “Private Party” on a plaque. The muted sounds of music from the 80’s, 90’s, and today play. There is a velvet rope in front that he stands behind. He looks at a card he has and looks back at the door. He knocks trepidatiously. After about 15 seconds, he goes to knock again but the door swings open to see Brandi LaCroix standing imposingly tall in what appears to be a bouncer’s uniform. Her arms are out and are toned to an Angela Bassett level. She peers over her sunglasses and immediately shakes her head.

LaCroix – Nope. This is a private party. Keep moving.

Spade – I just wanted to see if I could speak to Kyle Gautier about tonight’s match and the upcoming Parabellum.

LaCroix – First things first, you’re not on the list. Second of—
 
Kyle places a hand on Brandi’s shoulder to stop her. He looks out at Bryan and sighs.

Gautier – It’s okay, Brandi. I’ll speak to him over there. I’ve got to start heading out for the ‘unpleasantness’ as it is.

LaCroix – Alright. Just hurry up. She’ll be here soon.
 
Kyle nods and pats Brandi’s arm for good measure. He makes an impressed face at them and nods which she notices.

LaCroix – Body’s a temple, babe.
 
She goes back in and closes the door, leaving Kyle and Bryan Spade by themselves.

Spade – So what’s going on in—

Gautier – Not applicable to you. What do you need?

Spade – Fair enough. I just wanted to get your feelings about your Parabellum team and the fact that Morgan Payne will not be on Team Rampage.
 
Kyle takes a deep breath to give himself a moment to pick and choose his words.

Gautier – I am a guest in this arena so I’ll just say this. Team Rampage has been done a disservice. I hand-picked Morgan as my invasion opponent because this is the thing that would have put her on the map, as far as EwC is concerned. Instead, I have to mix it up with Tanja. However, in a chance to make this right, ol’ ‘Glizzy’ Duggan decided to double down and keep her off of Team Rampage. The potential Morgan has is untapped here and it is such a crime to watch it go on the shelf. I plan on eliminating the entirety of Team Rampage myself and if any of that ragtag bunch have anything to say about it, tell them to take it up with that human pantload that put them in this position. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go out and do the job I’m being paid to do with a witch enthusiast. Please leave.
 
Spade starts to ask another question but something in Kyle’s face tells him to do otherwise. He leaves. After a moment of a dour exterior, Kyle’s countenance changes into the happy-go-lucky Kyle we have always known. He sees something in the distance and waves. Suddenly, Yaya Banana, followed by twelve conga dancers dance their way into the doorway. At the end of the line, beaming from ear to ear, is newly minted Prime Superstar Peach Gelato! She ‘hops’ off the train and hugs Kyle tightly.

Gelato – Oh, Kyle! Can you believe it?! We did it!

Gautier – YOU did it. The girls and I are so proud of you! Go on in…I’ll be back in a few.

Gelato – Will you be back to sing Toni Braxton in karaoke?
 
Kyle smiles widely.

Gautier – For you? With my whole chest!
 
Peach hugs him again and rushes into the party that is being thrown just for her. She deserves this. Kyle watches her go in and then reverts back to ‘business Kyle’ and heads to get ready.

MATCH FOUR
Kyle Gautier VS Tanja Devereaux
Singles Match
REF: Mike Michaelson

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We return to ringside and the commentary booth.

Martinez: Welcome back folks, we just heard from Kyle as we head into our next match. PRIME leads 2-1, and this could be their chance to gain a nice lead.

Loydson: Tanja knows what to do, she won't let us down!

Chriqui: The following match is a singles match. Introducing first from Mobile, AL & weighing in at 235 pounds... KYLE GAUTIER!!!

An elegant Purple spotlight shines on the ramp as ‘The Man’ by the Killers blares. Kyle Gautier is standing at the top soaking in the raucous cheers. He slaps hands with anyone as he runs down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and goes to as many corners as he can to get ready.

Chriqui: And his opponent from NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA & weighing in at 115 pounds... 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.

Martinez: Kyle Gautier has been having a good run on PRIME, and now's looking to take over the green brand, but it should be noted he feels slighted by Grizzly Duggan.

Loydson: And that could lead to Tanja's victory. If Kyle is looking past her, or not focused entirely on her. She'll cut him down.

DING DING DING

Tanja moves to the center of the ring and looks for a shoulder/collar tie-up, Kyle chills back in his corner and yawns. After a few seconds Kyle finally emerges and looks to be going for the shoulder/collar tie-up, but instead he jumps into a dropkick that blasts Tanja off her feet. Kyle yawns and walks away from Tanja who rolls up to her feet and gives chase. Tanja spins Kyle around, and is met with a knee into her stomach. Kyle grab's on a side-headlock and goes for the DDT, but Tanja lifts the bigger man onto her shoulders and drops him with a death valley driver! Tanja drags Kyle up in a sleeper hold, and rips him backwards into a snap-dragon suplex! Tanja covers!

ON... KICKOUT BY KYLE GAUTIER.

Kyle rolls out of the ring, much to Tanja's frustration.

Martinez: Kyle is winning this one in the mind games department, but a guy his size. Those slams have definitely hurt him.

Loydson: He can act bold and no sell it for as long as possible, but you're right. He's in pain right now.

Tanja rolls out onto the apron and sizes up Kyle, she rushes and leaps for a tornado DDT! Kyle catches her on his shoulders and transitions her into an ALABAMA SLAM ONTO THE BARRICADE! Kyle drags Tanja up and rolls her into the ring. Kyle climbs the top rope and leaps for The tMc Club Initiation, but Tanja rolls out of the way! Kyle's elbow crashes hard into the canvas. He gets up to his feet grabbing his elbow and moaning in pain and walks right into a Tanja roundhouse kick on the elbow! Tanja jumps into Kyle and spins around into a tornado DDT, but Kyle stops her and shoves her off. As Tanja begins to get to her feet, Kyle blasts her in the chin with a shining wizard knee strike, it's Thank You, Places! Kyle lands rough though, right on his elbow! He cannot cover as he groans in pain.

Loydson: That elbow is seriously hurt right now.

Martinez: If Kyle doesn't get over to the cover and end this quick, he might be doomed!

About 15 seconds have past, but Kyle finally makes it over to cover...

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THR... KICKOUT BY TANJA DEVEREAUX!

The Thailand crowd pops hard for Tanja's kickout, and begins to cheer her name. Kyle drags Tanja up to a seated position and hits the ropes behind Tanja, he rebounds in for another shin... Tanja rolls out of the way as Kyle jumps, Kyle lands hard on his butt but he turns to face Tanja... ROUNDHOUSE KICK! As Kyle falls forward, Tanja pulls him into Gris Gris, it's a crucifix armbar on Kyle's injured arm... Kyle tries to find out but Kyle's taping, Kyle's taping out!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via submission ... TANJA DEVEREAUX!!!

Kyle rolls out of the ring and holds his injured elbow tightly. Medical staff come to check Kyle, but he takes off to the back with them giving chase. Tanja looks shocked she actually did it, and she raises her arms high to the crowd who give a roaring cheer.

Martinez: Tanja Devereaux has had a rough go on Rampage, but she just got a giant win for the brand on the road to her PPV match at Parabellum. What a moment for her.

Loydson: Kyle's elbow may be dislocated by his own hand, so Tanja may have had some help in this win.

Martinez: Maybe she did, but if you cannot capitalize, you're not a wrestler worth their salt.

Camera cuts to ...

We open up backstage, where “Headhuntress” Aiya is sitting down on a bench in her temporary locker room. She’s clearly waiting for something … or someone. We don’t need to wait long before a knock echoes on the door. A smirk adorns her lips as she stands up and opens the door, revealing both Bosa and Alexis Jones behind it.

Alexis Jones: Evening there, Aiya. You look as if you took the time to think over our talk.

Aiya nods, sneaking a sideways glance towards Bosa as she speaks.

”Headhuntress” Aiya: Mhm, I did. No offense to either of you, but I thought you were just a bit crazy at first. I mean … he’s not the only one who doesn’t usually do this. Tag teaming, that is. But ….

Aiya raises her right index finger as she lets the other shoe drop, so to speak.

”Headhuntress” Aiya: Given my new position with the other members of the Shinijoshi? I think I do see where your idea may come in handy. So the only thing I need to hear for myself … is that it isn’t just me willing to cooperate with this idea.

Arching his head, Bosa glares at Aiya and then at Jones. Adjusting the Showtime Broadcast Championship higher on his shoulder, Bosa looks once more at Aiya as a smile slowly finds its way across his face.

Bosa: Yeah, I have to admit, I don't really play well with others. In fact, prior to Alexis talking to me about a potential partnership between you and I, I would have shook my head and thought she bumped her head on something! The truth is, there is strength in numbers. I have paid attention to your matches, and I see that we have a few things in common. I have no problem admitting that you are a strong competitor in that damn ring. Those tag team championships have been sitting around the same waists for too damn long. I think we can do something about that. Yeah... I like the sound of teaming up with you. I got YOUR back as long as you have MINE. You can bet on that...

Aiya gives Bosa a firm nod as her own smirk widens.

”Headhuntress” Aiya: Don’t you even worry about me being a traitor or anything of the like. I may be a lot of things, but that’s not one of them. Now … go beat that idiot Moxie’s ass. I’ll handle Winterborn myself and …

Aiya gives Alexis a nod of acknowledgement.

”Headhuntress” Aiya: I’ll be in touch with the both of you so we can agree on making our debut official. For now, let’s show everyone here exactly what we’re capable of doing on Rampage territory.

Satisfied with how the talk went, Alexis and Bosa head back towards their own locker room, leaving Aiya to her thoughts. Camera fades to ringside...

MATCH FIVE
"Headhuntress" Aiya VS Phoenix Winterborn
X-Division Match
REF: Jessika Smalls

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We cut back to the commentary booth.

Martinez: We are all tied up 2-2, but Aiya seems ready to give PRIME the lead again after that interaction backstage with Bosa.

Loydson: Aiya is a scary woman and I won't say anything bad about her.

Chriqui: The following contest, set for one fall, is an X-Division Rules match. Introducing first residing in Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 273 pounds... PHOENIX WINTERBORN!!!

The chorus of the song kicks in, as Phoenix throws back the hood of his sleeveless jacket, pointing out towards the crowd, who is in the midst of racous 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.

Chriqui: And the opponent, coming to the ring from Kyoto, Japan and weighing in at 137 pounds, she is one of the Shinijoshi .... 'HEADHUNTRESS' AIYA!!!

As “Killer” by JJ Lin plays over the PA system, a fog appears near the curtains. As it slowly fades away, we see the form of “Headhuntress” Aiya standing at the top of the ramp. She saunters down, entering the ring through the middle and top ropes. Aiya then leans against the ring, already looking as if she’s making a game plan in her head whilst waiting for her opponent to enter the ring.

DING DING DING

Aiya slaps Phoenix hard across the face and runs off the ropes hitting a big boot to his face. Phoenix staggers to his feet and Aiya whips him to the corner. Phoenix reverses it sending Aiya chest first into the corner. Aiya clutches her chest as she turns to face her opponent. Phoenix lifts his leg for a superkick causing Aiya to duck and allows Phoenix to hit a DDT. Phoenix lifts Aiya to her feet for a bodyslam but she counters with a reverse DDT. Aiya rolls out of the ring, grabs a chair and rolls back into the ring. She smacks nix in the left shoulder with the chair. As she swings back for a second shot, Phoenix boots the chair from her grasp. Phoenix runs at Aiya hitting her with a jumping facebuster that drives her into the chair. She staggers to her feet where Phoenix drops her with a spinning backfist. He makes a cover.

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Aiya gets a shoulder up to break the count.

Martinez: That backfist looked like it knocked her silly and still she kicks out.

Loydson: It's that fighting mentality we talk about a lot. You don't get to come to EWC if you get knocked down that early.

Phoenix rolls out of the ring and pulls out a table wrapped in barbed wire. Before he can do anything with it, Aiya dives at Phoenix from the top turnbuckle. She hits him in the back with a dropkick causing him to drop the table. She runs at Phoenix but he catches her and flapjacks her into the ringside barrier. Phoenix grabs Aiya and drops her across the barrier and drops her over the barrier with a front suplex. Phoenix climbs to the commentary table and jumps at Aiya hitting a legdrop to the back of her neck. Phoenix rolls Aiya into the ring, slides the table into the ring and rolls himself into the ring. He rolls on top of Aiya to make a cover.

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Aiya pushes Phoenix off her to break the count. Both get to their feet. Phoenix is on his first but that allows Aiya to lift him onto her shoulders and smack him with a GTS. She hooks a leg as she makes a cover.

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Phoenix punches her in the ribs breaking the count. Aiya coughs and splutters as she gets to her feet but turns into a Phoenix Down onto the chair. He hooks the leg.

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Aiya rolls onto her side to stop the count. Phoenix punches the mat in frustration before getting to his feet. Phoenix very carefully sets up the table into position. He turns to face Aiya who flies toward him with an S.O.S. She makes a cover.

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He rolls out of the ring breaking the count.

Loydson: I thought that was it!

Martinez: i thought the Phoenix Down onto the chair was it! How is this still going?

Phoenix reaches a hand under the ring as Aiya reaches out the ring for him. Phoenix pulls a bat from under the ring and smacks Aiya on the temple with it. He slides back into the ring and grabs Aiya. He lifts her for…… something but Aiya slides off his shoulders before lifting Phoenix and hitting a Beat In through the barbed wire table. She grabs a leg as she makes a cover.

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DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... 'HEADHUNTRESS' AIYA!!!

Aiya lays on her back for a moment before raising a victorious fist into the air. She slowly gets to her feet before falling against the ropes. Blood flows from a cut at the top of her head. She holds the ropes and falls through them landing on her feet. She raises another victorious fist into the air as she heads up the ramp.

Martinez: What a win by the Headhuntress! A downward spiral on the chair, a ball bat to the skull that drew blood and yet she refused to give in, refused to stay down and she walks away with the win.

Loydson: That's impressive but Phoenix Winterborn was the one that unleashed that violence and kicked out of a GTS, spinning kicks and chair shots. Each one pushed the other here tonight.

Martinez: That puts PRIME up 3-2 on the night, and we'll be right back!

Camera cuts to ...

There is a knock at Grizzly Duggan’s office door and without even waiting for an answer, Victor Price himself barges in, a cocky smirk on his face.

Price: Duggan, I cannot wait to see the look on your face at the end of the night when PRIME is done waxing your ass. We are up 3-2! And I'm telling you right now, PRIME isn't here to play second fiddle to Rampage. If I see something out of place, I'm not going to hesitate to come back here and whoop some as--

He stops mid sentence as he notices Jordan Freaking Sharpe sitting in one of Grizzly’s armchairs in the corner of the office.

Price: What the hell is he doing here?

Duggan: It's my office, friends are welcome in my office… I'm not sure why you're in my office. Jordan and I were just discussing a new pepperoni soup to change the industry.

Price just glares between both Duggan and Sharpe as Jordan gets up and walks over to them. He offers a handshake.

JFS: Victor! I haven’t seen you in a while! How are things?

Price just stares at both of them again for a moment, looking disgusted as he doesn’t return the handshake. He shakes his head and storms out of the office, slamming the door.

JFS: Dude’s got some anger issues.

Duggan: I've heard losing your hair at such a young age will do that to a man… Now, back to that soup.

JFS nods and runs his hand over his own bald head as the scene changes ..

MATCH SIX
Dalilah Ashe VS Darna Dare
Freak On A Leash Match (Both Competitors Are Joined Via Steel Chains & Choker Collars, Must Touch Opponent To All Four Turnbuckles To Win)
REF: Peirce Patterson

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We cut back to ringside.

Martinez: That soup does sound quite great! But as Price said, Prime is up 3-2 and this match could take them to a 4-2 lead. 

Loydson: Things are about to get freaky is all I know!

Chriqui: The following match is a Freak on A Leash match! The only way to win is to touch your opponent to all four corners! Introducing first from a constant state of chaos & weighing in at 125 pounds... DALILAH ASHE!!!

Committed by One-Eyed Doll begins to play and a purple glow illuminates the arena and a violet mist rises from the stage bringing with it the smell dying roses.

Just Another Mental Patient
How I wish this Room Was Vacant
Can't Seem To Break Through These Padded Walls

The curtain parts as Dalilah Ashe appears wearing a crown of black roses and thorns which prick her pale brow bringing small drops of dark red blood. She opens her arms to hold the crowd in the long cold embrace of her contempt.

Locked Up in this Nuthouse Crying
All these Drugs My Brain is Frying
Doctor Says the Lunatic Needs More

Cocking her head to one side and holding her arms stiff at her sides she begins a long zombie walk to the ring, followed closely by her handler Lacey Savage. Climbing stiffly up onto the apron she looms over the audience like some ancient goddess of lust and death. She smiles down at them, slowly wetting her painted lips with the tip of her tongue before throwing her head back with a mocking laugh. She slides between the ropes with an evil expression to stare down her opponent with a wicked grin and nothing but bad intentions.

Strap Me Down they Must Sedate Me
Poke Me, Prod Me, Irritate Me
No Choice but to be the Needle's Whore

Chriqui: And her opponent from Sugbu, Philippines & weighing in at 113 pounds... DARNA DARE!!!

Darna emerges amidst coils of thick, gray smoke, her hood raised and gaze trained upon the ring. 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.

Martinez: Dalilah Ashe has come from PRIME and she's looking to feast on Darna Dare and all the energy in this crowd..

Loydson: I'd pay to see Ashe eat Darna, or vice versa... And that's probably going to happen! Darna is fighting to prove something here, and I think she might just do that.

DING DING DING

Darna grabs ahold of the chain and rips Ashe towards her, but Ashe jumps into a cross-body that takes Dare down! Ashe gets to her feet and immediately goes after Darna's eyes. Ashe drags Darna up by her face and spins her around, POISON RANA! Right out the gate! Darna is spiked on the top of her head hard with a stick thud. Dalilah Ashe drags Darna up into a side-headlock and begins to drag her over to a corner. Dare shoves Ashe off and backs up, Ashe advances on Dare but Dare drops her with a dropkick out of nowhere. Darna Dare drags Ashe up by her hair and begins to bite her forehead! Darna starts grinding her teeth against Ashe's forehead as blood begins to pour! Ashe shoves Darna off, but her face is already covered in blood. Darna smiles and spits some of Ashe's blood at her feet. Dalilah Ashe begins to laugh, no it's more of a witches cackle really, and then the cackle turns into a haunted moan mixed with high pitched laughter. Darna joins in, but Ashe immediately goes quite before punching Darna in the mouth and busting open her bottom lip.

Martinez: This match is already off to a brutal pace, and it's barely been five minutes!

Loydson: This is so freaking h... hardcore.

Darna spits out some of her own blood, and then she lunges at Ashe, who quickly ducks out of the way sending Darna over the top rope... Ashe grabs the chain and quickly runs to the other end of the ring as she begins to choke the life out of Darna before Darna can touch the ground! Ashe pulls on the chain and pulls Darna over the top rope back into the ring. Darna gaps for breath, but Ashe pulls Darna over to her. Darna Dare is on her hands and knees, and Dalilah Ashe hits a nasty double axe handle into her back. Ashe drags Darna up by her hair and pulls her over into a hip-toss and sleeper hold, again choking the life out of Dare.

Loydson: Ashe is going for the kill early, if you Dare can't breathe, she can't fight. If she can't fight, Ashe has this won.

Martinez: But Darna is no normal woman, all this might be building to something Ashe cannot handle!

Dalilah Ashe pulls on the sleeper and drags Darna Dare up and over to the corner. Ashe shoves Dare into the corner and then raises her foot right into Dare's throat to again choke the life out of her! The camera zooms in on Ashe's blood soaked face, and she's wearing a smile! Ashe drops her leg and pulls Darna in... ASHE BEGINS TO BITE DARNA'S HEAD! Ashe spits out some blood and shoves Darna backwards into the corner as now her own head begins to drip. Ashe takes a few steps backwards and then jumps into a springboard elbow, that lands flush on Darna's jaw.

Martinez: They need to stop this damn match, Darna is out of it!

Loydson: Darna would never agree to that.

Ashe backs out of the corner and goes for another springboard elbow, but she doesn't watch her footing and steps over the chain. Darna sees this and springs to life, ripping the chain towards her and dropping Ashe to her ass. Darna Dare lunges forward and lands a shotei palm strike right into Ashe's mouth! Ashe rolls over to her hands and knees, and spits blood from her own busted lip, Darna mounts Ashe and starts to elbow her in the back of the head! Darna drags Ashe up and spins her around to face her, Ashe jumps up into a knee-strike on Darna's jaw! Darna falls limp! Ashe drags Darna up by her bloody hair and sends her back into the corner, but Darna explodes out and jumps into a headbutt right into Ashe's chest!

Loydson: Darna going for the boobs!

Martinez: Or the heart... the heart punch is a killer, I imagine the heart headbutt is insane!

Darna wraps the chain around Ashe's throat and begins to choke until Ashe's eyes start to bulge. Darna drags Ashe up and bits her cheek?! Darna then headbutts Ashe once, twice, thrice, four times... BELLY TO BELLY! It's Mindoro Crocodile Trap! Darna Dare drags Ashe up and sends her into the ropes, Ashe jumps up onto the tope rope and spins into a DOUBLE STOMP TO THE TOP OF DARE'S FUCKING HEAD! Dare falls like a sack of dead puppies, and Ashe goes limp herself.

Martinez: WHAT DID WE JUST SEE!?

Loydson: I don't have any words.

Dalilah Ashe gets to her feet with the aid of the ropes, and pulls on the chain to get Darna up to her feet. Ashe steps towards Darna, but Darna lifts the chains to trip Ashe, who lands on her back! Darna rushes forward into a ROLLING THUNDER! Darna quickly pulls Ashe up and takes a few steps back before jumping into and landing Kalabaw Hunting Horn flush with Dare's knee into Ashe's chin! Dalilah Ashe takes the impact of the finisher, but rolls up to her feet! She yells in Darna's face and slaps the fuck out of her! Ashe to Darna's back, The Brutus Blade!!! Ashe's knees stab into Darna's back, and she gasps for air but rolls up to her feet to slap the fuck out of Ashe! Ashe slap back, Darna slap back, Ashe slap, DARNA HEADBUTT! Ashe stumbles forwards, and Darna grabs her and arches her back down towards the canvas before kissing her on the mouth for like five full seconds and then spinning Ashe into reverse STO! It's Kiss Before Death! Ashe's own finisher!!! Darna drags Ashe by her hair to a corner, and then smashes her face into the top turnbuckle hard. Does the same with the next turnbuckle, then number three, finally number four. Darna Dare smashes Ashe's face into the center of the ring, kicks her onto her back and steps on her throat for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall after touching all four corners ... DARNA DARE!!!

Darna Dare drags Ashe up by her hair and flings her over the top rope while she holds the chain to choke Ashe as Ashe did to her. Ashe gasps and gags on the outside of the ring, but it soon turns to laughing and howling before she goes quiet. Someone on the ring crew uses a pair of bolt cutters to snap the chain and let medical staff retrieve Ashe. Darna blows her a kiss, and as if knowing, Ashe spins around and blows her own kiss. Darna smirks and then yells into the camera "SHOW ME YOUR FUCKING WAR FACE!!!" as we cut back to commentary.

Martinez: What an absolute blood bath we just witnessed, I don't think either woman will ever be the same after that one.

Loydson: Those women are both more tough, and more hot, than I was in the prime of my career. And that's saying something.

Martinez: I've no doubt about that being the truth, because I know you, and I know this means we are now tied up 3-3!

The crowd was really into the show when they looked up and noticed Tara Michaels once again appeared on the Xtron. The crowd started booing. Tara Michaels wearing a business suit shaking her head liked she was shocked but she placed a smile on her face.

Tara Michaels: I love you too but then again I don't give a damn about your liking me.

The crowd started booing more while she placed her hand over ear with a grin listening to the boos as they were coming. She gently places her hand over her heart. She gently took her reading glasses off placing them on the desk beside her.

Tara Michaels: Thank you so much. Look sheep, there is a reason why I am speaking here. At the beginning of the year I was trying to send out a warning towards Bunny and Tommy Love about Jason. I was hoping they wouldn't have fallen for my trap. I am saddened to see they have. If Bunny and Tommy believed everyone here was a real family. He would have fought and just went to Jason and talked about the matter. No, instead he didn't but someone else did...."

Tara Michaels moves to the side as you notice a can of Dr.Pepper is sitting next to a glass filled with Ice and soda. The hand is shaking with excitement picking up the glass and the camera zoom on Buddy Love drinking from the glass as the mixed crowd give their reaction. Buddy grins into the camera.

Buddy Love: HELLO RAMPAGE!!!

There is a slight cheer as Buddy waves to the fans.

Buddy Love: See Tara Michaels and I have been having a nice long chat about my father’s short-comings and while I think he is a brilliant man he has made his fair share of mistakes.

Buddy nods and starts counting them off on his hand

Buddy Love: Blackmailing Gabi, walking away from Killjoy, handing The Southern Express to my sister and allowing Jason Hunter to just walk away…oh and pulling out his wanker at WrestleFest…that was a big mistake also but letting Jason just walk out of The Love Club.

Buddy shakes his head

Buddy Love: Dad, what were you thinking? You have told me time and time again that ‘names’ matter and Jason has TWO of the greatest parents in the history of the EWC. Sure Xavier has Chico but Jason has Jaden and Ruth…dad this was a mistake and I know, people are going to say ‘Buddy you are only saying this because Jason and Killjoy have a history’ and sure, that history is important to me, it’s important to Killjoy and I know it’s important to Jason…friends like that don’t come along all the time so…

Buddy smiles as he looks at Tara, who nods at him to continue

Buddy Love: So I came here to Bangkok in good faith to have a chat with Tara and make my pitch…see I have an important name in the wrestling business as well. The Love’s have been synonymous with tag team wrestling in our industry. My father managed some of the all time greats, The Southern Express, The Austin City Angels, The Extreme Ravagers and The Bastards…my sister manages the EWC Tag Team Champions of the World The Southern Express and well…Buddy wants in on the action so I am pleased to announce I have signed on to become the manager of my own tag team…ladies and gentlemen please help me welcome the NEWEST members of Buddy’s buddies…

Tara looks at Buddy who just shrugs

Buddy Love: It’s a working title ok, but please welcome RUTHANN AND JASON HUNTER…THE HUNTERS!!!!

Buddy nearly spills his Dr. Pepper as he jumps up and starts clapping his hands. Tara Michaels shook her head as Ruthann along with Rose Lee holding a black leather jacket looking right over at Buddy with a smirk.

Rose Lee: I believe it time to party!

Rose Lee starts to do a little dance while Ruthann winks over at Buddy signing her name to the paper. She held it up to show Jason signed already he was busy getting ready for his match.

Ruthann Hunter: The HunterS are ready to BURN EVERYONE house down. See you at Parabellum.

She grins while Rose Lee looks over at Buddy handling him his gift which was a The Club suit jacket. It was from Jason Hunter Jun and Killjoy. It has his name on it with the The Club logo. Buddy smiles and he stands up and puts the jacket on, smiling as he looks at the logo as the camera cuts across the stadium and inside The Love Club locker room where Buddy’s father Tommy Love is watching the tv, his mouth drops open as his phone rings. He looks down and sees it’s his daughter, Bunny Love. He hits the speaker icon on the phone

Tommy Love: I know…I’m watching…

Bunny Love: What the hell is he thinking? First Gabi and now Ruthann and Jason…is he trying to piss you off?

Tommy Love: The little shit is scooping up my sloppy seconds like he’s Eddie Ace…

Bunny Love: GROSS!!!!

Tommy smiles remembering The Amazon Gal from Texas Championship Wrestling but that’s a story from another time. He shakes his head as he looks at his phone

Tommy Love: We are going to have to teach that little shit a lesson…

Bunny Love: WE? This really seems like a YOU problem, I was just making sure you saw it…

Tommy Love: Thanks for the help princess…

Bunny Love: See you at Parabellum old man…

With that Bunny ends the call as Tommy shakes his head

Tommy Love: Why couldn’t I have turned all my kids into stains on the sheets?

Tommy exhales loudly and stands up shaking his head as he walks off camera

Inside of Jason's lockeroom. He is there alone with his hood over his head. You could tell he was lost within his thoughts.

Jason Hunter: Tonight my mom and I signed up with Buddy Love. Now as to why it wasn't because of the fact I want to get back at Bunny and Tommy Love. There is a much deeper reason why I did.

He rubs his chin a bit.

Jason Hunter: It is because of the fact that what friends do for each other..

Jason Hunter: When my father passed away the only person out of all the Love Family beside Samantha, Maria and Jamie Love who reached out to me...it was Buddy Love and Killjoy.

Jason Hunter: Killjoy and I yes have a past but we because of the code of The Club we still looked out for each other when we are in need. During the whole season I was struggling to get back to where I am at this moment. It was Jamie, Buddy and Killjoy who were there for me.

Jason Hunter: So..again why wouldn't I make the choice to sign with Buddy and be a part of The Love Family again but this is the thing. We are part of The Love Family but we will do things The Club way. We are united. We are one. We are a FAMILY.

Jason Hunter: It is just sad to see Jamie will not be part of it because of the fact he is so lost in the dark and listening to everything Reid and Tommy Love is feeding him. They don't care about him. I still keep tabs on what is going on with him and it makes me worry about him even more but for tonight it will be pushed to the side.

He stood up taping his hand with tape.

Jason Hunter: Tonight there is something else on my mind that is the HBO Champion title and being a part of the Rampage team for Parabellum. I am happy to be a part of a team of some of the best on Rampage. Everyone will look at us and feel we are dead weight because of the fact the King and Queen isn't a part of this team but The Prince and Princess will be and we don't have foot soldiers with us. No, they are a part of the royal family of Rampage.

He smirks.

Jason Hunter: We have a Duke..that is Mercenary. A man of honor and respect. A Countess that is Darne Dare and our Viscount that is Moxie. Without us there couldn't be a King and Queen of Rampage. So get ready to feel the wrath of Rampage Royal Court. Tonight thought The Duke and The Prince will battle for the crown....we will see who will win.

Jason winked at the camera as he walked out of his locker room.

MATCH SEVEN

Jason Hunter VS Mercenary
Ladder Match For The HBO Broadcast Championship
REF: Mike Michaelson

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We return to ringside where the HBO Championship has been suspended from the rafters, gleaming tantalizingly for the contestants yet to arrive.

Martinez: Finally, we can put a pause to this stressful invasion and get back to what Rampage does best, Phil!

Loydson: Yeah, and what's that?

Martinez: Incredible title matches featuring the best talent in the business today! But don't you worry, compadre, we have ramifications for WAR in this one as well! Both competitors are going to be teaming together at Parabellum when Rampage takes the fight to all three brands in BRAND WARFARE! Mercenary and Hunter. Only one man can walk into that match as our new HBO Champion, and let's be real; we win no matter what happens in this one!

Chriqui: The following match is a ladder match, and is for the HBO Broadcast Championship! Introducing first, from San Francisco, California, and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... he is the Prince of Wrestling... JASON HUNTER!!!

Soldier- Neffex comes over the speaker as Diana came out first as she stood on the stage with Jason with his back to the crowd and hood over his head. Jason then pop it off like AJ Styles and then start walking down the ramp with Diana. Jason play to the fans a bit dancing to the music while Diana walks down the ramp. Diana holds the rope for him to get in while Jason get in-ring and she slides his jacket off him before leaving the ring with him glaring at the entrance-way warming up in the corner looking very serious to fight.

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 his 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, in wait for the bell to give him the sign to come out swinging.

Martinez: Jason Hunter, the Prince of Wrestling, comes fresh from soundly beating Jamie Love to solidify his right to contend for this title. He may be the younger, less experienced guy here, but there's not a thing about wrestling he doesn't know. His pedigree is second to none.

Loydson: But it could be second to the Mercenary, Martinez. To say he's 'been around' here in EWC is an understatement. He's fought the best of the best and come damn close to beating all of them. He's had several shots at the top, and come up a little short, but he's never gone for this title, and he's never wrestled Jason Hunter for such an honor. Don't ever count him out; he could be the best man on any given night!

DING DING DING

There's absolute focus on the faces of both men as they lock up, trading tense counter-holds before, with a yell, Mercenary spins out of a standing armbar into a knee to the gut. Jason doubles over, and the big man scoops him up and LAUNCHES him with authority across the ring, scoring with a massive fallaway slam! The crowd's pop surges right into a second as Hunter tumbles end-over-end right back to his feet, running the back of one hand across his mouth as he nods approvingly. The Mercenary isn't letting him recover; he stomps forward into a big boot, that the wrestling scion bridges under, pops back up, and rattles his larger foe with a leaping enziguri!

There's an 'oooooh!' from the crowd as Merc stumbles, but doesn't go down, instead catching his balance on the top rope. Jason is already hitting the opposite side at a sprint, trying to land a flying crossbody as Mercenary stumbles back into the fray-- but he's caught in mid-air! A twist, a toss, and Jason flies out of the ring to a messy collision with the barricade outside. Shaking his head, Mercenary takes a moment to catch his breath before sliding under the bottom rope, going for one of the ladders rather than aiming to follow up immediately. Hunter rises with the assistance of the crowd, slapping a couple of distracted high-fives before vaulting the barricade and lunging after his opponent...

Mercenary flips the ladder around and jams it into Jason's gut! Throwing the ladder to the ground, he follows up with a pumphandle slam right onto the metal structure, a bone-shaking rattle echoing off the rafters as the taller, stronger man takes what seems an emphatic lead in the early innings.

Martinez: This one has already gotten quite physical, as expected. 

Loydson: And I think it's only going up from here!

Picking Hunter up by a twin handful of hair, Mercenary looks to roll him back into the ring, but is smartly countered with a couple of brisk punches to the gut, then Jason explodes up onto the apron and uses it as a launchpad to drop a flying headbutt that lands with an impactful crunch!! Merc is split open, staggering before falling to his knees, as Hunter roars passionately at the crowd - who respond with a massive cheer for the wrestling prodigy!

Spurred on by their recognition, Jason pulls the ladder up and heaves it into the ring, before turning to deal with his recovering opponent. An attempted superkick is blocked with a pair of meaty arms, the smaller man shoved back hard enough he has to take a knee. Acting fast, Merc strikes with a sliding forearm smash, then immediately scoops his opponent up in a full nelson hold, wrenching him around like a ragdoll, then up and over into the--

No! Jason drives his heel back into Mercenary's shin, then twists out of the hold with an eruption of the hips, following up with a rake of the eyes and a second superkick that connects flush! The big man's arms pinwheel uncertainly for a second, and so a third kick follows to finally topple him to the ground! Breathing hard, Hunter grabs his opponent by the hair and roughly manhandles him under the bottom rope, pausing to recover for a moment on the outside before he slides in as well, setting the ladder up against one corner. Merc staggers to his feet and intercepts with an hellacious thrust to the throat, stunning Hunter and setting him up for a suplex into the prepared ladder.

Crunch! Jason twists out again, this time into a spinning elbow right across the jaw. Mercenary is slung sidelong into the ladder, collapsing across it as the smaller man looks around wide-eyed, the crowd's dueling chants ringing in his ears. Turning back to his foe, he flips him around to face the overhead lights, then begins to rain down big chops on his chest, the ladder bouncing and rattling off the ring post. Mercenary looks to be out, for the moment, and Jason staggers away and rolls out of the ring, pulling up a second ladder - clearly, he has something in mind...

Loydson: Jason has something nasty in mind, this isn't going to be good!

Martinez: You could say that again!

With the second ladder now set up, Jason ascends hastily, pulling himself to his full height at the tippy-top, looking back over one shoulder to ensure Mercenary is still where he left him. He kisses his fingers, flings them out to the crowd, and then backflips into a stunning moonsault-- right into the Mercenary, crushing their combined body weight against the steel structure! Jason himself tumbles across the ropes and then out of the ring, flopping onto his front as Mercenary collapses on his side inside the ring, looking absolutely stricken.

Tense moments pass, before both men begin to rise at the same time. Jason looks up in shock as he sees Mercenary already on his feet, and then both narrow their eyes at one another. Mercenary extends a hand, beckoning the progeny of Xplode to bring the pain, and Hunter responds by diving beneath the bottom rope, surging to his feet to throw hands with the titanic brawler! Back and forth they go, and it's Mercenary who has the clear upper hand in spite of everything, using his greater mass and power to rattle his opponent with brutal haymakers. Hunter collapses with an arm across the top rope, and is hauled up into Merc's clutches, being spun around and introduced face-first to the still standing ladder!

Both men are bust open now, both ladders lying half-open across the ropes. A canny competitor, the Mercenary doesn't move immediately to set one up - first picking Hunter up and dragging him across his shoulders in cruciform, the crowd exploding in response for what's to come as he turns toward the ropes and drives Hunter through one of the ladders with the DOOM SHADOW! The collision is messy and painful, leaving the prodigy down in a tangle of limbs and steel. Merc takes a knee for a moment, draws a breath, then points upward to a massive pop from the Rampage faithful.

He begins to set up the other ladder, climbing it rung by rung...

As another cheers rings out. No man is the villain here, it seems, and Hunter is ON HIS FEET. Mercenary pauses, then redoubles his efforts to climb as Jason swiftly jerks open the ladder he was bent around, the structure wobbling to and fro as he frantically springs to the top-- and then launches himself off! Mercenary is reaching for the belt when Jason's arm finds his neck, and jerks him backwards to fall down, down, down...

CRRRRRRAAAAASSSSSHHH! Two ladders and two grown-ass men smash into the ring simultaneously as Jason works an aerial neckbreaker that does almost as much damage to him as it does the Mercenary. A rapture of pure noise comes from the crowd, before gradually breaking down into a dueling chant as the two men gradually stir, using each other to stand.

Their heads collide as they both fall forward, staring one another in the eyes, each one's face a crimson mask. Then they both snap to life, moving at the same time, Mercenary just a little slower as Hunter captures his arm, weaves it around behind him, seizing the other as he bends him double, getting the big man's head between his thighs.

Crossing his arms over, Jason looks out to the crowd, bloody and sweating, and they respond with a wild cheer as he lifts the Mercenary and plants him with HUNTER'S DROP ZONE! Merc reacts like he's been shot... and Jason reacts like he's been set on fire, scrambling to seize up a ladder, get it set up, and start climbing. Rung over desperate rung, he climbs, until he's laying his hand on the title-- and Mercenary, stirring, lays a hand on the base of the ladder.

Ruined as he is, the Mercenary is able to do one last thing to interfere - growling, mouth bubbling with his own blood as he manages to SWEEP the ladder out from under his younger opponent! Jason, wide-eyed, holds onto the title, kicking his legs as he tries to unhook it without simply falling catastrophically onto the other, bent ladder below. The crowd is losing their collective mind, as Mercenary struggles up to a knee, looking heavenward, reaching for his opponent--

--just as the title comes free, and Jason Hunter falls like a stone with it held against his chest.

DING DING DING

Chriqui: Your winner, and the new HBO Broadcast Champion ... JASON HUNTER!!!

Jason is in agony from the fall, but rolls to his knees, blood dripping from his chin and tears tumbling from his eyes as he holds up the title and ROARS at the crowd, hoisting it above his head. He stumbles to his feet with some assistance from the ref, and has his arm raised as he slowly turns... and comes face-to-face with the Mercenary, who is no less bloody and just a little more beaten down, but standing tall all the same. They stare one another down, chests heaving, Jason defensively pulling the strap close to his body.

Mercenary shoves out one massive arm, fingers curled for a warrior's grip. He passes a firm, assuring nod to the younger man, who hesitates only momentarily before he grasps hands to another explosion from the crowd. Through the blood and pain, Merc smiles, and jerks Hunter toward him, closing his arms in a burly hug!

Martinez: Shades of what happened with Jamie Love, but the Mercenary is a more noble man! You love to see it! Hunter deserves the respect; he gave his everything out there, took a licking but kept coming back for more, and literally HELD ON in spite of everything to claim the victory and the title!

Loydson: Damn, kid, way to take another well-deserved win from the big guy. Mercenary never fails to impress out there, he put Jason through the wringer and survived everything that was thrown at him in turn. This came down to a little luck and a lot of determination, it was goddamn close to going another direction! Either way, as you said, Martinez, a big win for Rampage! And a show of solidary taking us into Parabellum. You DO love to see it.

Martinez: No rest for the weary folks, as we roll right into our next match!

MATCH NINE
Moxie VS Bosa
Singles Match
REF: Peirce Patterson

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Martinez: It is now time for Moxie Vs Bosa! This is going to be a slug fest and a war!

Loydson: You can say that again.

Chriqui: The following match is a singles match. Introducing first from London, England & 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.

Chriqui: And his opponent from Marin, CA & weighing in at 265 pounds. He is the PRIME SHOWTIME Champion. He is THE BEAST Of PRIME... BOSA!!!

The arena goes silent as Damon Reid stands at center ring. Around him, camera's flash and fans speak amongst themselves as he slowly raises a microphone to his lips.

"The Bleeding" – Five Finger Death Punch begins to play! The crowd completely erupts as Bosa emerges from the backstage area! Stopping on the stage area, he glares at the ring a moment, adjusting his gloves and pads. Taking a deep breath, he looks around the arena as the fans cheer him on. Licking his lips, he nods his head.

The camera slowly pans around Bosa now as the fans continue to respond loudly! Bosa remains in place, allowing himself to bask in the moment. With one last nod, he begins to walk down the rampway and slide under the bottom rope. He paces the ring, stretching his arms as he does so. The arena is completely overwhelmed by the sounds of the fans stomping their feet and clapping their hands.

Bosa's theme song slowly fades out as he stands in place, anticipating the battle that is yet to come. In the distance, the fans begin to chant his name. Bosa nods and remains focused on the match that is about to begin.

Martinez: Moxie comes into this match, full of steam and ready to gain back some momentum after Scars & Stripes.

Loydson: Bosa is looking to expand his name-value with a successful clash here tonight, and if anyone can put Moxie down it's Bosa.

DING DING DING

Bosa offers Moxie a handshake right out of the gate, Moxie takes Bosa up on that offer but yanks Bosa forward into a close-distance clothesline! Bosa stumbles backwards, but he does not go down. Instead he lunges forward into his own close-distance clothesline that turns Moxie inside out. Moxie gets to his feet while rubbing his chin, Bosa comes up from behind with a waist-lock and GERMAN SUPLEX! Bosa maintains waist control and rolls over into another German suplex, dropping Moxie on the back of his head. Bosa pulls Moxie up in a head-lock, standing neckbreaker! Bosa goes for the cover.

ONE... KICKOUT BY MOXIE.

Martinez: Bosa with the first pinfall attempt of the match as he takes control of this one.

Loydson: So far the PRIME star is shining bright against Rampage's Moxie.

Bosa pulls Moxie to his knees, and slams him face first with a DDT. Bosa grabs a waist-lock and deadlifts Moxie up into a third German Suplex! Moxie hits the canvas hard and bounces up, he stumbles and begins to fall but Bosa grabs on another waist-lock! Moxie flings his head backwards, catching Bosa in his left eye and forcing a break. Moxie quickly spins around and jumps into an enziguri that catches Bosa on the right side of his face! Bosa stumbles, but he does not go down. Moxie pulls himself up the ring ropes and rebounds off into a running lariat, but Bosa still does not go down! Bosa yells in Moxie's face, Moxie slams a European uppercut into Bosa's throat and Bosa falls to a knee! Moxie drags Bosa up by his right hand and tries to rip it out of socket before smashing Bosa with a close-distance clothesline that finally takes the big man down! Moxie grabs Bosa's hand again, and this time moves up to his index and middle finger. Moxie snaps the two away from each other as he tries to dislocate them with joint manipulation! Moxie grabs Bosa's nose in-between his own index and middle finger, and begins to twist the nose trying to break it! Bosa punches wildly at Moxie's liver and Moxie collapses to the ground after three shots. Bosa gets to his feet checking his nose and then fingers.

Loydson: Moxie going after the nose is smart, if you bust an opponents nose you'll get their eyes watery and it makes them difficult to spot you.

Martinez: But the downside to that is, if you anger Bosa without putting him down.. you're in for a bad time.

Moxie gets to his feet and rushes Bosa, who in-return punches Moxie as hard as he can in the jaw, dropping Moxie like a sack of potatoes. Bosa grabs Moxie's wrist and drags him up. Bosa goes for a close-distance clothesline but Moxie ducks and takes-a-back... SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX FROM MOXIE! Moxie gets to his feet, and as Bosa tries to stand Moxie jumps into a double stomp to the back of Bosa's head! Moxie drags Bosa up and wrenches on his arm and shoulder, before headbutting the shoulder repeatedly. Moxie pulls Bosa in for a close-distance... BOSA SCOOPS MOXIE UP ON HIS SHOULDERS, DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Bosa drags Moxie up and jumps in for The UTB... Moxie shoves Bosa off. Bosa lands on his feet and spins to face Moxie, but Moxie catches him again in the throat with a European Uppercut! Moxie pulls Bosa to his feet, another Euro and this one to the chin! Bosa stumbles forward, MOXIE JUMPS AND NAILS BOSA IN THE CHIN WITH DRAGOON'S GLORY OUT OF NOWHERE! Bosa crumbles following Moxie's best move, Moxie stumbles backwards himself as he seems to hurt his knee on Bosa's chin. Moxie drops down into a cover!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

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

Pierce Patterson helps Moxie to his feet and raises his hand. Moxie shoves Peirce away and limps back over to Bosa, he stands over Bosa and points down on his adversary, and then points back at himself. Moxie limps away from Bosa and raises his hands to the crowd. Bosa pulls himself up, and cuts Moxie a nod that conveys both a sense of respect and a sense of danger should Moxie progress down this path.

Martinez: Moxie gets anther win for Friday Night Rampage, but I think for him this victory was more for himself. He busted out a move we rarely see to hammer home that point.

Loydson: And because of that move, Bosa didn't have much to go off of in preparation. If these two face off again, I don't know if Moxie gets a 2nd chance to land that Dragoon's Glory.

Martinez: I hope to see Moxie and Bosa try to kill each other again come Parabellum in that massive tag team match, but for now we move on to a commercial break with Rampage up 4-3!

Camera cuts to ...

BEFORE THE SHOW!

We cut backstage, where Melody Malone is just now entering the arena, sunglasses on and holding her newly won EWC Undisputed Championship proudly. Rory Hyland accompanies her closely. Bryan Spade approaches the two, trying to get a word with the new champ.

Bryan: Melody, any last minute thoughts on your match with Scorpio tonight?

Before Melody can speak, a slow clap is heard. Jack Severn steps out of the shadows, clapping.

Jack: Melody! How are you?

Jack turns to Bryan and shoos him away.

Jack: You can go now.

Bryan glares at Jack and walks off.

Jack: So? Aren’t you gonna thank me?

Melody lowers her sunglasses and raises an eyebrow.

Mel: For what?

Jack: I took out Ace King! I mean, it made the odds of you winning just a tiny bit higher, didn’t it? And besides, I could’ve always taken-

Jack points his finger directly at Melody, touching her championship. She pulls back instinctively, almost appalled that Jack had the gall to put his filthy hand on her crowning achievement. Rory steps closer.

Jack: -You out instead. Would’ve been a shame if you were in the hospital right now instead of Acey. But you aren’t, you’re the undisputed champ now, so you’re welcome.

Mel: You expect me to thank you? You realize if Ace King had been in that match, there’s a very real possibility I would still be standing here as champion but I wouldn’t be dealing with this?

She holds up the splinted hand, a scowl on her face before she inches just slightly closer to Rory.

Mel: You’re here on MY brand… as a guest. Don’t disrespect my hospitality… or a water bottle is going to be the least of your worries.

Jack steps back, feeling a bit intimidated, but he flashes a smile.

Jack: Remember in the Rumble last year? Josh Gavin almost had you eliminated and I came and saved your ass. I took a bullet for you and you won. I’m just saying… When I’m around, you always seem to succeed just a little more. But I’ll get out of your hair, I see you’ve got a lot to take care of tonight anyways. Just… Think about it. You owe me twice now. And if you want some… extra insurance, let’s say, during your match with Ace at Parabellum, all you have to do is give me the word. See you around, Mel.

Jack winks and starts to walk past Mel, nodding to Rory and patting him on the chest as he does.

Jack: Easy there, big guy.

Rory looks ready to go after Jack, but Malone puts her arm across his chest with a half smirk.

Mel: Don’t worry about him… let him live in delusion. He’ll be lucky Ace isn’t here tonight to deal with that himself. Besides, we’ve got bigger problems tonight.

With that, both Rory and the Undisputed champion head off in the opposite direction but not before Rory gives one last look over his shoulder just in case.

MATCH NINE
Scorpio VS Melody Malone
Non-Title Singles Match
REF: Niklaus Forbes

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We return to ringside where Niklaus Forbes stands ready. The crowd has reached nuclear heat by this point in the evening, and the atmosphere is enough to induce goose-bumps.

Martinez: Whew! That was quite the moment with Jack and Rory! I'm getting exhausted! But we are so very far from done here tonight. It's time for a match that's months... maybe even years in the making at this point, as the Prime Minister does battle with the Queen as Rampage leads 4-3!

Loydson: Oh hell yeah, to say these two have BEEF and HEAT is to miss out on a whole goddamn barbeque. We may be at war with Prime tonight, but this war's been raging independent of anything else since these two first clashed. This is a battle of the biggest, baddest bitches in EWC, and it's gonna be something special.

Chriqui: The following match is for one fall!

'Rule Britannia' hits the speakers as red, white, and blue lighting flashes around the arena. The crowd begin to boo loudly as the imagine of a waving Union Jack is displayed on the X-Tron. Superimposed on this is the message "Please be upstanding for your Prime Minister". After a little while the orchestral music fades down...

Chriqui: Please welcome, from London, England, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds... 'The People's Camp', 'The Baddest Bitch On The Planet', 'The Prime Minister'... 'THE S-FACTOR' SCORPIO!

'Iconic' - Madonna feat. Chance The Rapper hits the speakers as the house lights go down, switching to a spotlight focused on the curtain. It parts, revealing 'The S-Factor' Scorpio stood behind, a hand on his hip cutting a beautiful silhouette. He sashays forward, a long coat dripping in jewels swaying with every step. Behind him steps Crème de la Crème, Scorpio's drag queen confidant and manager. The two look to one another and nod, before Scorpio opens his coat and drops it to the floor, revealing another stunning outfit. He steps down the ramp with a confident strut, emulating that of the catwalk models of Paris and Milan, before reaching the ring. Scorpio climbs up one set of steps as Crème climbs the other, parting the ropes to allow 'The S-Factor'' in. Stepping into the middle of the ring Scorpio raises one arm, and blows a kiss with the other, a smile forming on his beautifully made-up face.

Chriqui: And his opponent, San Diego, California, and weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds... she is the EWC Undisputed Champion... 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, the Undisputed title around her waist, 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: The Prime Minister may have recently lost out to the Beast and the Onihime, but he's one of the biggest movers and shakers on Prime - and it's only a matter of time before there's a title back around his waist. He's sly, cunning, fast, and an expert at spinning his opponent into a tangled web before planting his Louboutin in their chest for the one, two, three. I'm gonna be honest; I'm a little worried for our chances in this one, partner!

Loydson: Well, you shouldn't be. The Queen is here, and she ain't taking nobody's shit this season. She's got a record to die for - and she almost has, literally maiming herself in an effort to finally recapture the Undisputed championship. Love her or hate her, and if you hate her you're frankly just jealous, she's already proven she's the baddest bitch in the EWC and this is just one more little bump in the path to the greatest year EVER for Melody Malone.

DING DING DING

Malone starts out hot, lips twisting into a damning scowl as she pirouettes into a kick that misses Scorpio by a cat's whisker, the flamboyant Prime Minister sliding askance with a roll of his eyes. The Queen is already hitting the ropes, her fury unabated, but she walks right into a crisp heel to the gut, and is promptly seized by her self-proclaimed 'greatest rival'. Smiling slyly, Scorpio slides up alongside her, stage whispers, "Hello, Emily," and DRIVES her into the mat with the Fuck You, Europe! Into the pin he goes, sighing wistfully...

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TW-- KICKOUT!

She doesn't just kick out, she flips straight to her feet, is more than ready to grab a double-handful of Scorpio's hair, and rip him facefirst into a crushing collision with her knees! Crowning Achievement! Melody flings him off of her, rises up to follow with a brisk stomp to the throat, bending down low to hiss in belated reply, "It's Melody Malone, you effete, insidious snake." Scorpio swats her leg from his throat, making an appalled choking noise as he staggers up into the ropes, and comes flying off with a crossbody that Malone ducks under, weaving through to once more hit the ropes herself and come careening in with a dropkick! No! Scorpio swats her aside to a messy landing on one knee, then spirals his lithe form into a corkscrew neckbreaker, planting Malone to the mat!

Both are on their feet almost at once, but Melody is understandably dazed, taking a wild swat with her injured arm - the cast whiffing through the air as a wide-eyed Scorpio bobs and weaves to avoid, before none-too-delicately stomping a foot and launching in for an early AGR! Malone has it scouted, shoves him away, lunges to take the flank, and swings the cast hand out in a thunderous backfist that spins the Prime Minister clean from his feet!

For once, the crowd is firmly on Malone's side - gathering a wry smile from the Queen as she measures the groggy Scorpio to catch him halfway to his feet with a superkick, then bundle him swiftly into a prawn hold!

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TWO
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KICKOUT!

Martinez: Melody Malone almost had the victory right then and there, this match could be over quick!

Loydson: At the same time, these two both have insane gas tanks so this could go another three hours!

Scorpio is actually first to his feet, flustered and cursing as he stumbles into the corner and turns, watching Melody rise in more measured fashion, staring him down with daggers. Each mutters an insult at the other, and Scorpio laughs smugly before beckoning the Queen forward. Reckless as ever, she obliges, charging forward to catch him against the turnbuckle with a searing kick to the skull. The Prime Minister doesn't counter - instead, he flips himself up and over the ropes, landing on the outside just as Melody catches herself in the corner, snatching her leg back and eyes wide in the instant before a Louboutin catches her between the eyes!

Bracing his arms to the top rope, Scorpio leaps over, rebounds off the turnbuckle and takes Melody down with an emphatic tornado DDT, trying to hold on for the cover-- but she claws him across the face, snarling and spitting as she tries to surge right back to her feet and fails, the cast arm betraying her as she tries to post up on it and it gives out! Sensing blood in the water, Scorpio dives for the arm, slamming his heel repeatedly into it before twisting it up and around, driving his shoulder into the joint as he applies a torturous armbar right in the middle of the ring. Malone screams, thrashes, and risks a dislocation as she twists in the other direction, using a powerful twist of her hips to toss Scorpio over her back! He slithers through the air, lands on a knee, and is ready to seize the blow she sends his way, hauling her into a snug counter-hold that prompts a brief technical exchange on the mat...

The crowd is getting restless as Malone uses her superior submission skill to gain the upper hand on her slippery foe, pulling both of them upright as she slips behind with a hammerlock, drives a knee into his arm and back, then frog-leaps up and over his shoulders, flipping into the Royal Treatment! The cutter lands flush, and Scorpio hits the deck with a bug-eyed stare of shock as a variation of his own move is successfully used against him!

Malone rolls to her feet, smirking smugly, retreating backfirst into the corner and pulling herself up onto the top rope, never once removing her predatory gaze from her opponent. As he rises, stumbling, she's ready...

The Queen takes flight, looking to decapitate Scorpio with the Off With Their Head! The crowd hold their breath, as in the LAST POSSIBLE INSTANT Scorpio weaves aside, and Malone hits the canvas ass-first, a momentary look of horror creeping into her expression as she stumbles upright, and Scorpio is there, echoing her same smug half-smile. With a bitchy little roll of his beautifully-outlined eyes he drops into the AGR, and gets all of it! Malone is DOWN!

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TWO
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TH--- NO!!!

Niklaus Forbes straightens up and frantically waves his arms, holding up two fingers to an appalled Scorpio! Melody's foot is just barely on the rope! Scorpio GROWLS, irate as he pulls her up to hit her a second time...

Loydson: Scorpio is going to end the match, he's going to end the damn match! 

Martinez: I think you're right, he's going to beat Melody Malone while she's Undisputed Champion again!

Malone plays possum, looking dead on her feet as she's pulled up and into place by Scorpio, with barely the strength to stand and no more-- until he goes for his finisher a second time, whereon she slides underneath and comes up with his leg across her neck, bending him into the Argentine leg lock, the Queen's Grace! Scorpio scrambles at the mat, trying to fight the hold, and does just enough to stop Malone from locking it in, able to reach for almost the exact same spot on the bottom rope that she used to extricate herself moments before.

Forced to relinquish, Melody does so, stepping back with her hands up, but the second that Scorpio starts to rise she barrels forward with an inhuman screech, driving a boot into his ribs and then firing off a scorching roundhouse kick from the other leg, driving him up and over the top rope! Scorpio holds on, landing on the apron, and is immediately assailed by furious forearms, stunned and dragged forward, his upper body pulled between the top and middle ropes.

The Queen of EWC lets out a snort, tossing her hair as she takes a smart step back, measures Scorpio, and then steps up and forward, getting her legs around his neck and twisting her form sublimely to one side, using the momentum to DRILL the Prime Minister into the canvas with a headscissor DDT that lands like a gunshot!! Scorpio is out cold, sliding into a messy heap as Malone rises on her knees, nostrils flaring as she stares out at her adoring crowd. Enjoying the moment, she smirks her cold smirk and mimes donning her crown - getting an almost alien pop for her efforts.

With this done, she hops onto the turnbuckle once more and looks back over her shoulder. Scorpio is still down, but as she turns her begins to stir - pops an eye open and glances up at her, shaking his head 'no' as he rolls from the ring. Malone grits her teeth, and changes tack, immediately going for a moonsault to the outside, that the fleeing Prime Minister is rapid enough to avoid. Showing her brilliance in the air, Malone lands on her feet, and gives chase.

Around the outside they go, before Scorpio rounds the steps and turns, bouncing off of them to catch Malone with a stunning single-leg dropkick! He lands on an extended arm, cartwheels back to his feet, and lands in front of her, the same leg brought to play again as it whips up toward her head and the Prime Minister falls back... HEEL TURN! The spike of his Louboutin rips Melody wide open as she's dragged in for the impact! Melody tumbles against the ring steps, and Scorpio dives to drag her back into the ring, getting her in under the ropes on the count of six.

Deliriously, Scorpio grabs both of his opponent's arms as she begins to stir, driving a heel into her back to keep her in place, but Malone is having absolutely none of it. Rattled as she is, she fights back, flipping herself around and dragging Scorpio in to attempt to feed him her own boot! Flagrantly stealing his move! It doesn't quite work, but Scorpio looks indignant nonetheless, and steps back with a sneer on his lips. Melody pops right to her feet with a feral little grin, darting straight at him! Scorpio sidesteps, spinning around--

--and sees a blur of motion as Melody flies right up and off the corner post, twisting right on into her somersault cutter! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!! Scorpio is turned inside out, the brutal snap of his neck pitching him to the canvas...

Where Malone drags him into the center, and hooks both legs for the pin.

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

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

“You Should See Me In A Crown” plays over the speakers and the crowd are giving murmurs of appreciation at seeing Queen Melody take one for Rampage. Crème de la Crème and Dalilah Ashe storm the ring to argue the contest for The Prime Minister as Malone mouths off at the pair of them and rolls her eyes. As Chriqui hands the Undisputed Championship in to be given back to Melody a brash Dalilah Ashe hits the ring and shoulder barges Malone down before tearing the title from Chriqui’s grasp. Crème helps The S-Factor up from the mat as Ashe turns to him with the title in her grasp. Her eyes are filled with joy as she tries to hand the Undisputed Championship to the S-Factor. The crowd are booing loudly as Scorpio looks conflicted.

Ashe thrusts the title forward into Scorpio’s hands and he spends a moment staring at the championship belt, before he steps over to the downed Malone. He offers a hand to her and helps her to her feet, before passing her the title belt. The crowd quieten down, unsure what to make of it…

Martinez: A rare show of sportsmanship from the S-Factor there…

Loydson: Oh, Prime’s turned him damn soft!

Martinez: Malone and Scorpio have had some of the most storied battles in EWC history and there’s no love lost between them, but perhaps a grudging respect?

Melody keeps the title firmly in her clutches before she stares daggers at Ashe and Crème who look taken aback by what’s just happened. Malone lurches forward but Scorpio gets in her way, muttering a few things to his old rival. The two make eye contact before Scorpio holds his hand out and the crowd almost fall silent. Malone looks him up and down before she shakes the hand, seemingly surprising both wrestlers. Scorpio then turns on his Louboutin heel and gestures for Crème and Ashe to leave with him as they depart the ring and head up the ramp. At the stage Scorpio turns back and he and Malone share a respectful nod, before the Undisputed Champion continues celebrating her victory.

Loydson: Say what you want, that was WEIRD. Some war! But hey, we won! Who cares!

Martinez: And now Rampage is up 5-3 going into our main event, which is coming to you live now!

MAIN EVENT | MATCH ELEVEN
Lavender VS Narumi Tsutsumi
60 Minute Iron-Woman Match
REF: Toyo Yasahiro

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We return to ringside where the crowd are restless, and Toyo Yasahiro wears a solemn expression that fails to fully cover his own nerves; this next one is huge, for everybody watching and everyone involved...

Martinez: Ahhhhh! I'm having a heart attack, Phil!

Loydson: You're gonna have to forgive my idiot broadcast partner, but at least he's picked the right time to be nervous. Rampage versus Prime; it all comes down to this. Two champions on the winning streak of their lives, the stakes could only be higher if those titles were on the line... and to these two women, they might as well be. It's been a year since last they met, when our US Champion was a Prime starlet herself, and now! The main event!

Chriqui: The following match is an Iron Woman match, with a time limit of sixty minutes! Making her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds, from Shinjuku, Japan... she is the Onihime... and the EWC Indy Champion... NARUMI TSUTSUMI!!!

Stage spotlights shine down in the dark as "The Baddest" by Raon Lee begins to play with the oni princess skipping onto the scene in a pink oni mask. Narumi waves at the fans as the spotlight follows her. As she makes her to the ring apron, she turns to the camera to take off her mask and blows a kiss as the lights turn back on in the arena. She enters the ring to skip around and wave at the crowd.

Martinez: She's known as the Onihime, the Demon Princess, and all of her opponents this season know why! Much like our own Queen Melody, Narumi Tsutsumi is UNDEFEATED! Nobody has been able to figure her out!

Loydson: Not Scorpio. Not Bosa. The Indy Champion's dance card has been stamped over and over again, and over and over again she's put them down like Ol' Yeller. On Prime, she's been an unstoppable force. How does she fare on Rampage?

Chriqui: And her opponent, weighing in at one hundred and thirty two pounds... she is the EWC United States Champion... LAVENDER!!!

The lights go out as 'Challenge' by Cellar Darling begins to play. The lights flash in time to the intro until the first vocals hit. As the vocals hit smoke billows from behind the curtains and a spotlight shines down upon the center of the stage. The lights come back on shortly afterward 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 with a calm and cheerful demeanor. As Lavender reaches the bottom of the ramp she walks over to the steel steps, walks up the steel stairs, and enters the ring. Lavender then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and holds her arms up high in the air to accept the warm adulation from the crowd. Lavender steps down from the turnbuckle and waits for the match to commence.

Martinez: Our Lavender's been through Darna Dare, the Mercenary, Moxie, the list goes on! She handled the Hellevator, obliterated the BORT; is there anything she cannot do, Phil?!

Loydson: She does have a single loss to her name this season, but there's no denying she's looking better than ever. This turn on Rampage has taken her from strength to strength. Only Malone, King Flip, El Pablo, and her opponent tonight can boast a better record across the season. We have to ask, kids and kiddos, just how good is Lavender? Sixty minutes and any number of falls lie between us and that answer. Let's GET. IT. ON!

DING DING DING

Both women look wary as the bell rings, Lavender pacing her corner, flicking out her wrists and rolling her neck as she works out the best route to approach. Narumi tries to hide her nerves by bouncing to and fro, breaking into a merry skip that carries her to the US Champion's flank; if it's ploy, it works, and Lavender finds herself forced to backpedal as the Onihime goes from schoolgirl antics to pouncing like a feral cat, covering the distance with a superman punch that explodes directly into a low kick, landing with a hearty slap!

Lavender takes the blow and fires back with a forearm to the chest and a spinning roundhouse as she retreats before Narumi's oncoming train, catching the Prime starlet across the temple and momentarily stunning her. It provides the opening for a couple of lunging knees, the one-two explosion to the gut softening Narumi up for a butterfly suplex that sends her crashing into the center of the ring! Lavender hits the ropes, crushes the smaller woman with a brisk elbow to the midsection, then bundles into her a cradle pin for the first cover of the night!

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KICKOUT!

Yasahiro's hand is quivering a millimeter from the two as Narumi bursts free, diving into a roll back to her feet, letting out a hoarse cry as she goes from standing to spinning, attempting to instantly level Lavender with a roaring elbow! The Master Sword! CRUNCH! It catches Lavender in the chest, dropping her to the canvas. Determined not to stay down, the diarista pops back to her feet, only to eat a mae geri front kick for her efforts. Driven back to one knee, she's catching her breath as Narumi leaps forward, catching beautiful air before falling like a mini meteor, aiming a sharply-angled palmstrike at her opponent! Lavender dives to one side, leaving Narumi to strike the empty canvas, hitting the ropes and coming flying back in with a-- nothing, as Narumi goes under whatever she had planned, the two criss-crossing as they both gain momentum. When they meet back in the middle, Lavender goes for an explosive back body slam, but the Onihime wriggles out and manages to go behind for a high-angle release German suplex!

Lavender bounces painfully across the ring, flopping into the corner where she pulls herself up to a seated position on the bottom rope just in time for Narumi to crash down upon her crotch-first, forcing her Rampage rival to bear the early indignity of a Bronco Buster! The crowd goes wild, some purely on principle as others rally behind their favorite! Smiling slyly as she straightens up over her stunned opponent, Narumi steps back into the middle of the ring, stretching out her limbs and playing to the crowd as Lavender recovers, wiping at her mouth and staring down the Indy champ.

Back to the wariness seen at the start of the match, Lavender pulls herself together and approaches cautiously, feigning a lock-up only to dart back out of range as Narumi goes for a whipping combination of kicks. A second time she goes in, and barely pulls away before the spinning backfist that ordinarily leads into another combo - but Lavender has it scouted, and slips underneath, hooking the arm and plowing the Onihime into a mat with a Japanese arm drag, holding onto the limb to fight for an arm lock! Narumi tries to stack her up with wild blows, but is twisted face-down and forced to fight toward the ropes as Toyo Yasahiro checks for the submission. Tsutsumi's a tough competitor, and gives it her all, pulling Lavender inch by inch across the canvas... and closing her hand on the rope!

Lavender breaks off diligently, perhaps doing so a little too hastily, as Narumi immediately seizes the moment - picking at the Rampager's ankle and attempting to roll her up as she falls! There's a count of one half before Lavender reverses it, scoring a one-count but breaking the pin herself to try and re-secure the arm. They vie for supremacy on the ground for several moments, flipping each other this way and that, each almost catching the other in snug submissions; but both women are too good, it seems, until suddenly Narumi seizes a hammerlock, drags Lavender to her feet, and instantly releases her. Confused, Lavender spins around RIGHT INTO that spinning backfist she evaded minutes before!! Pow, right in the kisser! Narumi steps in, screeching as she nails blow after blow from each hand, pushing Lavender back into the middle of the ring then dropping low for a punishing cross to the gut! Lavender doubles over...

And Narumi glides into position for her familiar kick, before dropping down instead, securing a D'Arce Choke on her stunned opponent! The Tsutsumi Rappu! It's in TIGHT! Lavender is fighting!

But Narumi is an assassin. She chose her moment. Lavender begins to fade, and is forced to tap.

DING DING!

Narumi - 1

Lavender - 0
at 11:57

Martinez: Narumi is the first on the board, Narumi takes the advantage!

Loydson: Still a lot of time left for Lavender to fight back, but this is off to a bad start for the US Champion.

The competitors are reset, and Lavender looks shaken as she massages her throat and struggles to recapture breath and composure. Narumi looks absolutely calm, a small smile on her lips as she performs a few more dynamic stretches, hurling a couple of relaxed punches into the air before Toyo Yasahiro restarts the match.

This time, the Onihime goes in hard and fast, cycling into her spinning backfist for a third time before juking back as Lavender responds by shooting for a takedown. She goes right into Narumi's knee instead! Dropping like a sack of potatoes, the BORT winner is easy prey as the Indy champ flips her over, keeps her down with a boisterous Ippon punch to the already-injured throat, then bounds over to the corner, slings herself onto the top rope and spins effortlessly into a graceful dive, feet-first! QUEEN ME! Her feet drive into Lavender, and the cover is academic.

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TWO
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THREE!

DING DING!

Narumi - 2

Lavender - 0
at 12:31

Quietly astonished, but doing his best not to show it, Yasahiro checks on Lavender as Narumi returns to her corner, the match swiftly restarted as the Onihime's ravaged opponent assures the official that she can continue. She's struggling to breathe, clearly hurt, but Lavender wears a look of utmost conviction as she waits for the bell to ring and mimics Tsutsumi's own approach moments before - exploding at the other woman with such ferocity that even the nimble Japanese girl can't react in time. A forearm drills against her cheek, then Lavender leaps into a pumping knee strike, before scooping her around the waist into a snap German suplex!

Narumi stumbles to her feet, dazed, as her opponent hits the ropes. Showing she's a student of the game, and of her opponents, Lavender takes a page from the former US Champion's playbook and enters a powerful horizontal leap, driving her knee into the recovering Narumi with a fair imitation of Darna Dare's Kalabaw Hunting Horn! Narumi is OUT!

Acting fast, Lavender picks her up, plants her with the Butterfly Effect for good measure, and covers her tightly, taking absolutely no chances as the official dives to the mat to make the count...

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TWO
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THREE!

DING DING!

Narumi - 2

Lavender - 1
at 13:15

Lavender is aflame with adrenaline now, shaking all over as she dutifully goes through the reset, trying to calm herself with a pep talk as the crowd rings in her ears. They're beyond boisterous, some chanting for Prime and Narumi, others for everything but, and many faithful just screaming for the Rampage star to turn this one around. She tries to drown them all out, clutching at her temples as a visibly flustered Narumi closes her eyes and catches her breath.

The bell rings again, and Narumi is quickly dancing from foot-to-foot, circling Lavender as the US Champ hunkers down and paces like a ready predator, her jaw set and mouth a grim line as her opponent tries to get a rise out of her with rangy jabs and kicks coupled with playful smiles and winks. Lavender shakes her head, keeping her focus as she steps in and nails another Japanese arm drag! Whump! Narumi hits the mat, but rolls through, responding with an arm drag of her own, then spinning into a flying roundhouse kick that forces Lavender to cover up and backpedal!

Narumi flies forward, berating her foe with an emphatic forearm, then a rising knee to the chest, before whipping her toward the opposite set of ropes. Lavender is forced to run to stay on her feet, and bounces back toward the Onihime, who is screaming and winding up for her Onigokko palm strike. The exaggerated kiai culminates in a meaty slap as she drives her palm into Lavender's jaw and plows her into the canvas, dropping to her knees in the process. She fires a grin at the crowd, then hops around to her opponent's head, pulling her up into a snap Dragon suplex, bridging into the pin...

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TWO
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KICKOUT!

Lavender surges fully to her feet, stumbling as she attempts to grab Narumi, who dances away then pendulums in with another low kick that gets checked. Lavender fires back with a straight forearm, then grabs Narumi's trailing arm and whips her into the corner, following up with a big running clothesline! Tsutsumi has her arms tangled in the ropes, and doesn't go down, so Lavender starts to pull her up onto the top rope, glancing nervously back over her shoulder before hooking the head and going for a suuuuuuuper DDT! Narumi fights back, shoves Lavender away, but the other woman manages to land on her feet - and explodes back onto the top rope as the Onihime braces to leap off. The Prime starlet is caught off guard, and a moment later she's up in Lavender's arms, as the diarista ups the ante tremendously--

--and comes flying off the top rope to the outside, sitting out as she nails a MASSIVE Michinoku Driver!!!

Loydson: OH MY GOD. This one is just.. fuck!

Martinez: The Indy Champion and US Champion, fighting with all their fighting spirit!

Both women are hurt, Narumi trying to get up only to collapse against the barricade, clutching her head and muttering words in Japanese as Lavender uses the apron to stand, leaning heavily on it as she catches her own bearings. The crowd are explosive at ringside, yelling words of advice and encouragement, one fan trying to offer Narumi his hand - which she takes as soon as she notices it, using the assist to get up just in time to come face-to-face with Lavender, who arches an eyebrow at the Tsutsumi fan - who says something rude - as she kicks the Onihime in the gut and drags her into a butterfly suplex on the resisting floor! She starts to try and lift Narumi, but stumbles and falls, then catches wind of the official's count and starts a wide-eyed scramble into the ring...

...just as Toyo Yasahiro reaches ten!

DING DING!

Narumi - 2

Lavender - 2
at 21:24

The reset takes a couple of minutes, and Lavender is looking impatient as Narumi takes full advantage of the time to pull herself together following two nasty collisions with the floor. Yasahiro is conscientious as ever, fairly ensuring both women are ready to go before he calls for the bell; and to nobody's surprise, Lavender is the first to act once more, but Narumi is equal to it and manages to counter with a scissor-leg takedown. She tumbles across the canvas, staying out of Lavender's sight as the other woman tries to turn and instigate a grapple. She turns again, rising to a knee and keeping her arms warily at ready - but Narumi glides right to her feet, swooping into a vicious spin kick that penetrates Lavender's guard and launches her back against the ropes!

Tsutsumi goes for another Bronco Buster against the ropes, but Lavender manages to move and she flies through to the outside, catching herself deftly against the barricade and springing back onto the apron. She blocks a forearm by the US Champ, fires a smart teep kick through the middle, and then follows up with a flipping slingshot lariat as Lavender stumbles back! She about decapitates her opponent with that one, screaming passionately as she surges back to her feet! Against all odds, Lavender is back up too, but clearly dazed as she moves to simply try and grab Narumi, who's able to wrench control of an arm, and hurl up a leg as she falls backwards, forcing Lavender to Eat Defeat! PAYMON!

Breath coming in sharp convulsions, the smaller woman makes the pin!

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THR-- KICKOUT!

Bangkok practically EXPLODES as Lavender gets the shoulder up, denying Narumi the advantage! Grabbing two handfuls of her own hair, Narumi stares desperately at Toyo Yasahiro, who confirms the count of two as Lavender stumbles upright. She's halfway across the ring when Narumi shakes her head and lunges at her, bursting into the gorgeous cartwheel that heralds the TONITRUS BOLT! But Lavender blocks it, reversing the hold to catch the Onihime with a rapid-fire DDT, floating over for a cover of her own...

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She wasn't really expecting it to be so easy, and Lavender is back on her feet before Narumi can recover, driving her toward the ropes with an Irish whip. Wide-eyed, Narumi streaks back toward her, and recovers mid-step to hurl a forearm that Lavender ducks and weaves around, stepping to the opposite side where she scoops the nimble, cunning Onihime up and around into the AMITY AFFLICTION! She sits out hard, introducing Narumi's spine to the mat, and the cover!

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DING DING!

Narumi - 2

Lavender - 3
at 32:58

Martinez: Lavender takes the lead and has the advantage!

Loydson: But Narumi is quick behind her!

They reset rapidly this time, both champions pacing hungrily, in spite of their accumulated injuries, gripped in the throes of adrenaline and determination both. The bell rings, and they simply start wailing on one another, low kicks and forearms leading into sharp roundhouse blows, then a series of suplexes that see them toss each other from pillar to post as the arena bubbles with enthusiasm for this absolute clinic. Throws break down into more strikes, then a simple, blunt hockey fight that sees Narumi stagger back from a particularly vicious final blow by Lavender, a streak of blood running from one nostril. Lavender pushes the advantage, and eats a spinning backfist for her trouble, then immediately pulled into a clinch where she eats knee after knee after knee!

Shrieking, Narumi biels Lavender into the corner, following up with a series of frantic knife edge chops before dropping to her knees, breathing hard. Lavender struggles to pull herself up on the ropes, nodding dazedly at the Onihime. Narumi shakes her head in return, surging to her feet to hit a big corner splash! The breath explodes from Lavender's lungs, and she falls forward onto her face, where Narumi attempts to lock her into a rear naked choke!

Lavender uses her head, literally, slamming the back of her head into Narumi's bloodied nose, then twisting into full mount where she rains down brutal forearms, then hauls the other woman up by the throat, tosses her into the corner and takes a big run-up to hit her unassisted Poetry in Motion! Dragging the Onihime from the corner thereafter, she makes the cover, only to be victim to a near-instantaneous kickout, as Narumi claws free and counters with an ornate roll-up!

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REVERSAL!

Lavender covers Narumi now...

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Narumi explodes upright into a rising knee that catches Lavender in the jaw, then pulls the other woman up by an arm and locks her up for the Low Diffa! The mouse trap pin is secured, and Toyo Yasahiro drops to count a third time...

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DING DING!

Narumi - 3

Lavender - 3
at 40:01

The reset. Stony faces. They're all tied up, and everybody knows there has to be a winner eventually. With no lead on either side, the crowd is split and neither woman looks too sure of themselves right now. As the bell rings, they force themselves forward, almost entering another desperate striking battle before Narumi instead seizes an arm, spins Lavender around and catches her with a crunching roundhouse kick to the midsection, letting out a battle cry as she falls back against the ropes and catches the doubled-over woman with a Fameasser!

Wrenching Lavender up by a handful of hair, she nails a couple of stiff chops, then spins into a Master Sword, the roaring elbow thumping into that targeted jaw! Lavender starts to crumple, and Narumi catches her on the way down, getting the hooks in and finally seizing that rear naked choke...

But Lavender is fighting! Tight little elbows jerk back into the Onihime, and she's finally forced to release the hold as she gasses herself trying to cling on. Lavender is about out, and can only start to crawl away from Narumi, who is stumbling as she gives pursuit, neither having caught their second wind at this point. Nonetheless, the Indy champ manages to retain her footing, and watches, predatory, as Lavender fights for her own. She's halfway to her feet when Narumi acts, leaping up onto her shoulders, then spinning out into a wheelbarrow victory roll! The Wrapping Hime!!

Lavender crashes down, dazed and thoroughly pinned!

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DING DING!

Narumi - 4

Lavender - 3
at 44:20

This deep into the match, the crowd start to wonder how much longer the two women can go on. Narumi goes back to her corner and takes the opportunity to slump there, eyes closed, trying her best to meditate her way back into her full faculties as Lavender simply looks deflated, leaning against the ropes staring emptily through the crowd. The Rampage faithful rally behind her, and for a moment she looks annoyed at the attention, but then begins to nod, finding her own foundation through the fans. She's wearing a small smile as the bell rings and the match is resumed.

Narumi isn't smiling at all. She's all business, and looks decidedly dangerous as she explodes out of the gate with a flying forearm that almost drops Lavender in a single shot! She lands smartly, twists into an Irish whip, then catches Lavender with a spinning headscissor takedown before whirling back to her feet as if she hasn't already wrestled over forty minutes of rough, tough action. Lavender's name is filling the rafters, and Narumi Tsutsumi just doesn't seem to care; before the other woman can get fully to her feet, she's taken down again with a rear view, Narumi firing from the hip as she drives her largest muscle right into Lavender's face!

With Lavender down, Narumi skips over to her, poses for the fans - many of whom actually dare to boo - and scoops the larger woman up for a string of German suplexes, pounding her once, twice, thrice into the canvas! She bridges for the cover as the Rampage fans let their absolute derision be known! This is their night; she's an invader!

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KICKOUT!

Lavender barely gets the shoulder up, gasping as she stretches a hand toward the ropes. Narumi spins off of her and goes for a submission immediately, but Lavender's hand closes on the ropes, and it's with a look of respect that Narumi backs off, nodding her head. Realizing she's in for more fight yet. Lavender stands, shaking, her eyes bloodshot and hair disheveled as she stares at the Onihime, who graces her with a slow, meaningful bow.

Expression solemn, Lavender steps forward, and performs an echo of the same gesture. Narumi smiles. Then hits her right between the eyes with a spinning heel kick that sends her stumbling into the ropes, and back into the clutches of the Onihime, who bridges back into a Northern Lights Suplex!

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Toyo Yasahiro calls for the reset, but Lavender kicks out just after the three and HURLS Narumi from her, instantly back on her feet and hungrily diving forward. Yasahiro starts to intercept, but glances at both women and just calls for the bell again, the scores yet unannounced as Lavender closes in on Narumi and starts driving her back into the corner with a flurry of strikes! Narumi tries to counter but finds herself overwhelmed by superior power as the US Champ digs deep, rams her against the ringpost with a brutal strike of the shoulder, then climbs up onto the middle rope. Lavender raises a fist, gets a big pop from the crowd, and can't but smile in the instant before she shifts her momentum and instead leaps up onto Narumi's shoulders, flipping back as she plants her with a hastily-modified Frankensteiner, going right back to her feet and floating over to capture the Onihime's legs and haul her up into position...

For a Crash Landing! Narumi fights desperately, but her arms are locked into place, and the collision rattles the entire ring, before Lavender rolls over straight into the pin, yelling at Toyo Yasahiro to make the damn count!

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DING DING!

Narumi - 5

Lavender - 4
at 52:17

Loydson: less than 8 minutes left and Narumi is up by 1! OH MY GOD! THIS IS TENSE!

Martinez: You're not kidding!!!

The scores may still be in Narumi's favor, but something has snapped in Lavender. Whatever it is, the crowd is absolutely not against it, as she wildly paces, sucking in tight, controlled breaths and almost glaring across at the woman she shared mutual respect with moments before. Narumi, for her part, fights to maintain calm precision, not teasing any theatrics or trying to get in Lavender's head - just focus on the fight. Keep her lead. Win. It's astoundingly clear that both women are fighting for their pride as well as the honor of their brand.

The bell rings, and they collide in the middle of the ring, briefly exchanging holds that go nowhere, then both stepping back to launch mirrored kicks at one another! Their shins clash in the middle, and they lock stares for just a moment before spinning away from one another. There's no hesitation from either as they reconfigure and relaunch, Narumi going high with a superman punch and Lavender going low for a simple double-leg that wins out, plowing the Onihime into the canvas. Posturing up, Lavender starts fighting to seize control of an arm, as Narumi twists her hips this way and that, almost succeeding in bucking the US Champion from off of her - almost. Lavender gets the arm she's after, twists Narumi over and locks in a Fujiwara armbar clean in the middle of the ring!

Narumi fights HARD, giving a scream of innermost passion as she drags the pair of them halfway toward the ropes... and then collapses from the effort, face collapsing momentarily against the canvas, leaving a streak of blood behind as Lavender deepens the hold, arching her back and clenching her jaw. The crowd is firmly in Rampage's favor, but a few loud voices bellow out for Narumi to hold on, to not yield...

...but she might have to. Lavender is simply unrelenting.

Tense moments pass, before Narumi shakes her head, and frantically taps.

DING DING!

Narumi - 5

Lavender - 5
at 58:05

An arm is hanging limp at Narumi's side - it's clear the Onihime held on longer than she should have, not willing to relinquish her lead with mere moments left in the match. Lavender is quivering from head to toe, her energy unrestrained and mouth a rictus of desperate resolve. She doesn't even pace, she just stands there before the bell rings, staring, shaking, hearing too much and yet also nothing at all as the cheers of the crowd rain down.

There's never a sliver of doubt that the Onihime's head is firmly in the game, in any given match, at any given time. As if she were watching the seconds tick down, she CAREENS across the ring like an unleashed pinball, crossing the distance to Lavender in the time it takes the US Champion to take a solitary step, meeting her at the culmination of that step with a crunching combination of kicks. Low, high, middle, low, high... and with Lavender doubled over, she hits the ropes, cartwheels into a flip, seizing the waist midway--

--TONITRUS BOLT! Lavender is driven down, on her back!

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Narumi is in utter shock, certain she had it, as Lavender rolls to one side, rises halfway to her feet and then watches the Onihime pass her in a blur, going from shocked to quicksilver in a heartbeat! Lavender stumbles drunkenly, barely evading a scorching elbow as she goes under and hoists Narumi off her feet, spinning and sitting out into that big ol' spinebuster! For the second time, AMITY AFFLICTION!! Narumi is flattened out, as Lavender makes the cover with an entire five seconds left on the clock... to break the stalemate...

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DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via six falls to five in the sixtieth minute ... the United States champion, LAVENDER!!!

Narumi lies there, flat on her back, stunned and defeated for the first time this year as Lavender sits up onto her knees, pushing the hair from her face with a frantic air, the announcement ringing in her ears. She looks around the ring, and out at the crowd, as if waiting for confirmation of what she thought she just heard; but the only confirmation she has is the ABSOLUTE DIN of the Rampage fans in attendance as they shower her with affectionate roars of triumph. People begin to stomp, and then chant:

"THANK YOU, LAVENDER!" stomp-stomp-stompstompstomp "THANK YOU, LAVENDER!"

The winner of the Hellevator, of the BORT, of both the US and HBO Championships in one night, looks like she's been hit by another combination from Narumi as it sinks in that she's crowned off this night, this invasion, with a win over the defeated Onihime. She begins to laugh, and then cry, and then laugh again, staggering to her feet to have her arm raised by Toyo Yasahiro, waving him off and waving off the adoration of the crowd as she staggers over to her fallen opponent and stands there, offering a hand, and a way back to her feet. Whether Narumi needs the help or not, she accepts it after a long, steady stare, and then grabs Lavender's hands in both her own and sinks down into a kneeling bow.

The crowd explodes at this show of respect, from invader to defender, and Lavender... Lavender can barely stand it. She yanks Narumi to her feet, pulls her into a hug, and then throws the other woman's arm high as if she were the victor, as the crowd continue to do their absolute best to cause the entire arena to sink into the ground.

Martinez: Sixty minutes! Eleven falls! And these two women still have enough left in the tank to congratulate each other! That's what champions are made of, Phil. And how about Lavender? She trailed behind for most of the match, but kept herself together against everything Narumi could throw at her, to pull out the win in the final second! Wow!

Loydson: Look, kid, I wanted to win this invasion as much as anybody, and Lavender winning is huge, but let's take nothing away from the Onihime. On any other day, she won this match. Twice! And these two are destined to meet again. I'd say Narumi knows that, and I'd say she made a statement with some of those falls tonight.

As the two competitors part, Narumi retreating up the ramp to leave Lavender basking in the waves of her home crowd, there's a distinctly less pleasant moment as the two lock eyes one last time - and the Onihime pulls two fingers to her own, hazel eyes, then flicks those same fingers out at Lavender. A parting promise, for Parabellum; where these two will meet again...

Martinez: This was an insane show tonight, and we thank everyone for tuning in! Rampage wins tonight 6-3, but PRIME showed how much heart and fighting spirit they have and personally I'd welcome them back at any damn time. So long folks!

Camera cuts to ...

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Molly Hatchet
Scorpio
Melody Malone
Kyle Gautier
Headhuntress Aiya & Bosa
Jordan Sharpe & Grizzly Duggan
Ruthann Hunter & Love Club
Jason Hunter

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: @mollyhatchet

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton

MATCH THREE
WRITER: EWC Staff Assistant: Em

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: FN'R

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: EWC Staff Assistant: Em

MATCH SIX
WRITER: FN'R

MATCH SEVEN
WRITER: Chunks of Darna Dare

MATCH EIGHT
WRITER: FN'R

MATCH NINE
WRITER: Chunks of Darna Dare

MATCH TEN | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Chunks of Darna Dare

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RECAP OF WINNERS

MATCH ONE
Callie Clark VS "The Ginger Ninja" Molly Hatchet
Singles Match
WINNER(S): Callie Clark
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MATCH TWO
Timothy Deacon VS "The Love Child" Jamie Love
Singles Match
WINNER(S): Jamie Love

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MATCH THREE
Aeon Khronos VS Mark Storm
Singles Match
WINNER(S): Aeon Khronos

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MATCH FOUR
Kyle Gautier VS Tanja Devereaux
Singles Match
WINNER(S): Tanja Devereaux

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MATCH FIVE
"Headhuntress" Aiya VS Phoenix Winterborn
X-Division Match
WINNER(S): "Headhuntress" Aiya

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MATCH SIX
Dalilah Ashe VS Darna Dare
Freak On A Leash Match
WINNER(S): Darna Dare

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MATCH SEVEN
Jason Hunter VS Mercenary
Ladder Match For The HBO Broadcast Championship
WINNER(S): AND NEW HBO BROADCAST CHAMPION - Jason Hunter

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MATCH EIGHT
Moxie VS Bosa
Singles Match
WINNER(S): Moxie

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MATCH NINE
Scorpio VS Melody Malone
Non-Title Singles Match
WINNER(S): Melody Malone

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MAIN EVENT | MATCH TEN
Lavender VS Narumi Tsutsumi
60 Minute Iron-Woman Match
WINNER(S): Lavender

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Melody Malone, Lavender, Narumi Tsutsumi
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Lavender Vs Narumi Tsutsumi
2021: RAMPAGE 7 - PRIME 5
2022: RAMPAGE 6 - PRIME 3
TOTAL: RAMPAGE 13 - PRIME 8... RAMPAGE WINS THE INVASION SERIES!!!

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