RAMPAGE #506 - MELTDOWN IN MEXICO - 9/16/2022
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February 25th, 2007. EWC MELTDOWN Pay-Per-View. RAMPAGE set the industry on fire as they always do with a blockbuster event the entire world talked about for years to come. The main event saw Cameron Hayden defeat Jay Reynolds to secure his 5th defense of the EWC World Heavyweight Championship, while the undercard saw Nathin Doe retain his US Championship for a 2nd defense & Jason Burgess defeated Blade for the X-Division Championship. Tonight, RAMPAGE honors the legacy of that event by turning up the heat once again 15 years later. We Are Rampage, And This Is The MELTDOWN IN MEXICO!
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...
»»MELTDOWN IN MEXICO!!!««
15 YEARS LATER, STILL BRINGING THE HEAT!!!
15 YEARS LATER, STILL BRINGING THE HEAT!!!
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EPISODE #506
SEPTEMBER 16TH 2022
SEPTEMBER 16TH 2022
Live From Arena Monterrey in Monterrey, Mexico!
EWC RAMPAGE
09.16.2022
Live From Arena Monterrey in Monterrey, Mexico!
General Manager - Grizzly Duggan
Commentators -
Play-By-Play: Koala Duggan
Color: Polar Duggan
Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui
Head Ref: Toyo Yasahiro
Assistant Refs: Mike Michaelson & Pierce Patterson
Backstage Help: Bryan Spade & Candice Duggan
09.16.2022
Live From Arena Monterrey in Monterrey, Mexico!
General Manager - Grizzly Duggan
Commentators -
Play-By-Play: Koala Duggan
Color: Polar Duggan
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.
{VAMOS JOJO!}
{BIENVENIDO A CASA EL PABLO!}
{¡REGRESA EL BASTARDO REID!}
{HBO NECESITA MOXIE!}
{Jason es el mejor cazador!}
RAMPAGE DE VIERNES POR LA NOCHE!
RAMPAGE DE VIERNES POR LA NOCHE!
¡RAMPAJE ES EL MEJOR!!
¡RAMPAJE ES EL MEJOR!!
The camera flashes back to the X-Tron which shows everyone participating in the upcoming bout... There's Timothy Deacon, King Flip, Jamie Love, Amber Lisa Hall, Malcolm Blades, Tyler Bradford, SONYA, Ruthann Hunter, Sour Candy, Xavier Reid, Ace King, Andrea Hernandez, Mark Storm & JoJo Rush.. The camera cuts back to King Flip holding his EWC International Championship, then Jason Hunter holding his HBO Broadcast Championship, then Lavender holding the United States Championships and lastly Melody Malone holding the Undisputed Championship high into the air.
"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.
{VAMOS JOJO!}
{BIENVENIDO A CASA EL PABLO!}
{¡REGRESA EL BASTARDO REID!}
{HBO NECESITA MOXIE!}
{Jason es el mejor cazador!}
RAMPAGE DE VIERNES POR LA NOCHE!
RAMPAGE DE VIERNES POR LA NOCHE!
¡RAMPAJE ES EL MEJOR!!
¡RAMPAJE ES EL MEJOR!!
The camera flashes back to the X-Tron which shows everyone participating in the upcoming bout... There's Timothy Deacon, King Flip, Jamie Love, Amber Lisa Hall, Malcolm Blades, Tyler Bradford, SONYA, Ruthann Hunter, Sour Candy, Xavier Reid, Ace King, Andrea Hernandez, Mark Storm & JoJo Rush.. The camera cuts back to King Flip holding his EWC International Championship, then Jason Hunter holding his HBO Broadcast Championship, then Lavender holding the United States Championships and lastly Melody Malone holding the Undisputed Championship high into the air.
Friday Night Rampage opens and the camera cuts to Grizzly Duggan standing in the ring.
Duggan: Hello and welcome to Friday Night Rampage! I am your general manager, Grizzly Duggan, and we’ve got a giant card for you tonight as Rampage goes on a MELTDOWN! But before we get to the card, I have a few things I’d like to address.
Grizzly Duggan lowers the microphone and waits for the crowd to quiet down.
Duggan: First things first. Let's address the elephant in the room. I attacked Phoenix Winterborn at Night Of Champions and a lot of people were upset and offended by my actions. I saw people calling for my immediate dismissal, calling for fines and this and that. To those people, I just want to say from the bottom of my heart. I really don't give a damn what you think. But there will be fines, I have heard you and I have listened. Gideon Gage has been fined five-hundred-thousand-dollars for my behavior at the pay-per-view. Phoenix Winterborn was asking for it, he kept baiting me and baiting me and I will not apologize for what I did. But what I will do, is suspend that son of a bitch and not allow him back on MY brand. You see, he thinks he’s some hotshot who runs this town. This isn’t your town bubba because this is MY entire fucking country. Think about that while you sit at home eating potato chips on your dusty couch.
The crowd is a mix of boos and cheers, Grizzly Duggan ignores them.
Duggan: Next order of business, the new Rampage commentary team.
The camera cuts over to the Rampage announce team and then the X-Tron.
Duggan: These are my brothers. My older brother, Koala Duggan. And my younger brother, Polar Duggan.
The crowd cheers for the new commentators.
Duggan: And now to the card...
The crowd pops as Duggan continues.
Duggan: In our opening bout, it's the first in a best of three series between Autumn Raven and Jamie Love. This match is a submission rules match, only way to win is to make your opponent submit. In our second match of the night, The Mechaninal Animals, Omega Commandos & Southern Express clash in a tornado rules triple threat tag team match. I tell yall right now, this will be something batshit crazy.
The crowd cheers.
Duggan: In our third match of the night, King Flip takes on Megumi Sengoku in a singles match. Forth match is Ace King Vs Mercenary in a singles match. And in our fifth match we have Andrea Hernandez taking on United States Champion Lavender. That'll be a good one.
The crowd splits into dueling chants of "An-dre-a!" and "Lav-en-der!", Grizzly lets them go for a bit.
Duggan: Our sixth match of the night, It's Undisputed Champion Melody Malone taking on former International Champion Gabrielle Visconty in a singles match.
Crowd pops hard for Melody Malone and then they boo the BRAWL invader.
Duggan: That's right, boo the socks of them disgusting brawlers!
Crowd pops.
Duggan: In our semi final, it's Moxie taking on Jason Hunter for the HBO Broadcast Championship. Moxie is looking to become the first 2x champion with that belt, and Jason is looking to make his first defense. Should be a great one!
The crowd pops and goes into a dueling chant of "LETS GO MOXIE", "LETS GO JASON". Duggan lets them go a few moments and raises his hand some to really build up the crowd.
Duggan: And then our main event, it's the MELT DOWN IN MEXICO!!! Unfortunately, Ruthann Hunter had some personal issues but the main event is still a stacked triple threat! It's JoJo Rush, Xavier Reid & El Pablo and it's going to be good!
The crowd pops hard for all three men in the main event and take turns chanting "JoJo!" "E-L-P!", "REID!"... Duggan exits the ring and heads to the back.
Duggan: Hello and welcome to Friday Night Rampage! I am your general manager, Grizzly Duggan, and we’ve got a giant card for you tonight as Rampage goes on a MELTDOWN! But before we get to the card, I have a few things I’d like to address.
Grizzly Duggan lowers the microphone and waits for the crowd to quiet down.
Duggan: First things first. Let's address the elephant in the room. I attacked Phoenix Winterborn at Night Of Champions and a lot of people were upset and offended by my actions. I saw people calling for my immediate dismissal, calling for fines and this and that. To those people, I just want to say from the bottom of my heart. I really don't give a damn what you think. But there will be fines, I have heard you and I have listened. Gideon Gage has been fined five-hundred-thousand-dollars for my behavior at the pay-per-view. Phoenix Winterborn was asking for it, he kept baiting me and baiting me and I will not apologize for what I did. But what I will do, is suspend that son of a bitch and not allow him back on MY brand. You see, he thinks he’s some hotshot who runs this town. This isn’t your town bubba because this is MY entire fucking country. Think about that while you sit at home eating potato chips on your dusty couch.
The crowd is a mix of boos and cheers, Grizzly Duggan ignores them.
Duggan: Next order of business, the new Rampage commentary team.
The camera cuts over to the Rampage announce team and then the X-Tron.
Duggan: These are my brothers. My older brother, Koala Duggan. And my younger brother, Polar Duggan.
The crowd cheers for the new commentators.
Duggan: And now to the card...
The crowd pops as Duggan continues.
Duggan: In our opening bout, it's the first in a best of three series between Autumn Raven and Jamie Love. This match is a submission rules match, only way to win is to make your opponent submit. In our second match of the night, The Mechaninal Animals, Omega Commandos & Southern Express clash in a tornado rules triple threat tag team match. I tell yall right now, this will be something batshit crazy.
The crowd cheers.
Duggan: In our third match of the night, King Flip takes on Megumi Sengoku in a singles match. Forth match is Ace King Vs Mercenary in a singles match. And in our fifth match we have Andrea Hernandez taking on United States Champion Lavender. That'll be a good one.
The crowd splits into dueling chants of "An-dre-a!" and "Lav-en-der!", Grizzly lets them go for a bit.
Duggan: Our sixth match of the night, It's Undisputed Champion Melody Malone taking on former International Champion Gabrielle Visconty in a singles match.
Crowd pops hard for Melody Malone and then they boo the BRAWL invader.
Duggan: That's right, boo the socks of them disgusting brawlers!
Crowd pops.
Duggan: In our semi final, it's Moxie taking on Jason Hunter for the HBO Broadcast Championship. Moxie is looking to become the first 2x champion with that belt, and Jason is looking to make his first defense. Should be a great one!
The crowd pops and goes into a dueling chant of "LETS GO MOXIE", "LETS GO JASON". Duggan lets them go a few moments and raises his hand some to really build up the crowd.
Duggan: And then our main event, it's the MELT DOWN IN MEXICO!!! Unfortunately, Ruthann Hunter had some personal issues but the main event is still a stacked triple threat! It's JoJo Rush, Xavier Reid & El Pablo and it's going to be good!
The crowd pops hard for all three men in the main event and take turns chanting "JoJo!" "E-L-P!", "REID!"... Duggan exits the ring and heads to the back.
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A dimly lit light sways slightly from the ceiling, the cinderblock walls gray and drained of life, a bald man is leaning against the wall whilst slowly caressing a steel object in his hands. The man continues to look at the object before speaking in a deep accented voice.
Unknown Man: Vincent Van Gogh once said ‘the fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore’..
The man glances up towards the light with a wry smile upon his face before letting out a sadistic giggle.
Unknown Man: ..Said the man who succumbed under the high standards set by himself and his ‘exhausting’ work life. Nine hundred paintings and the man knows about life at sea. Pfft. He doesn’t know anything about the life at sea. I do!
He stops stroking the object and adjusts the leather jacket cuff.
Unknown Man: I live and breathe the Bering Sea, it runs deep in my veins, everything I have ever wanted was to be a fisherman. But there was another dream. A dream to wrestling in front of huge crowds, the change to become a champion, gaining notoriety for doing something I do when drunk or getting annoyed on shore leave. Now is my turn to show the entire world just who the hell I am and what I am capable off.
The man lifts the steel object up to show a modern ship anchor and rests it upon his shoulder.
Unknown Man: You will know me as The Norwegian Kriger, Matthiesen! I’ll see you real soon, EWC..
Matthiesen swipes at the light causing it to sway uncontrollably, he walks down the corridor with the anchor, the sound of his heavy boots echoing throughout the room.
MATCH ONE
Autumn Raven VS Jamie Love
First Of Best Two Of Three Series - Submission Match
REF: Pierce Patterson
We return to ringside and cut over to the commentary booth.
KD: Interesting words from Matthiesen, and now we move into our opening bout of the evening.
P-Dug: It's Autumn Vs Jamie in the first of a scheduled 3 falls tourney.
Chriqui: The following contest is a Submission Match. Introducing first from the City of Angels, weighing 125 pounds, she is the Beautiful Psychopath, ... AUTUMN RAVEN!!!
The tron plays a scene of the Hollywood walk of fame going by slowly, the shadow of a raven seen over each and every star that’s there. As you hear the lyrics ‘Your stars burned out for good, somewhere in Hollywood’, the shadow flies into the one star without a name, writing out Autumn’s name on it, the star turning to a dingy, grungy picture with graffiti written all over it.
As the first part of the song starts up, Autumn appears from backstage, slowly walking out, coming to a stop at the top of the ramp as she surveys the crowd with a cold smirk on her face. She stands there for a minute before making her way down the ramp slowly, walking once around the ring before sliding under the bottom rope and hopping to her feet, making her way to the corner to climb to the top ringpost. She flings her arms out to the side, laughing at the crowd.
Chriqui: And the opponent residing in Takayama, Japan and 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 and his half of the tag teams championships around his waist. 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 rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring where he immediately gets to his feet and climbs to the middle turnbuckle where he unbuckles his title and holds it up in the air as he gives everyone at ringside the finger.
DING DING DING
Jamie lashes out with a kick to the gut and forearm smashes to the back and shoulders before one connects with Autumn's jaw spinning her round. Jamie lifts Autumn for an atomic drop but Autumn counters rolling it into a headlock takedown. On the mat, Autumn applies as much pressure as she can as Jamie gets to his feet. He tries to push her off the ropes, but Autumn keeps her grip. Jamie lifts her again for an atomic drop, but she rolls over his shoulder and knocks him down with a clothesline. She runs at him for a second one but Jamie counters into a chickenwing. Before he is able to lock it in, Autumn slips to the mat and takes Jamie down with a headscissors. She grabs Jamie's left arm and applies a cross armbreaker. Jamie quickly counters it with a powerbomb. As she gets to her feet, Jamie rans at Autumn with a low dropkick. He misses and goes smack into the turnbuckle post.
Autumn slides out of the ring and grabs Jamie's left leg smacking it into the post again and again. In the ring, Autumn stomps on Jamie's knee and ankle before legdropping the ankle. She leans over Jamie to pick him up, but he grabs Autumn's arm in an armbar. Jamie pulls on the arm as Autumn screams in pain. Jamie wraps an arm around Autum's neck transitioning the move into a dragon sleeper. Autumn kicks off the ground and effectively moonsaults Jamie breaking the hold. Autumn clutches at her arm as she gets to her feet. She dropkicks Jamie's left leg, and he crashes back to the mat. Autumnn climbs the turnbuckles and crashes on Jamie's leg with a corkscrew splash.
KD: That's one way of inflicting damage.
P-Dug: Now to see how she follows it up.
Autumn grabs Jamie's leg and turns him into a half crab. Jamie screams in pain as he tries to reach the ropes. He reaches back and pulls at Autumn's ankle sending her, shoulder first, to the mat. Jamie grabs Autumn's arm and legdrops it. As Autumn writhes in pain on the mat, Jamie grabs her in a Cross Armbeaker of his own. Autumn screams in pain as she reaches with her feet and right arm for any rope she can. She starts attacking Jamie's left leg with punches and elbows until he releases the hold. Jamie clutches at his leg as Autumn gets to her feet. Her left arm hangs limp as she drags herself to the top turnbuckle. Autumn leaps crashing onto Jamie's leg with a Haunting Dive. Autumn grabs his leg and DDT's it into the mat. Jamie screams in pain as he thrashes on the mat grabbing at the pain in his leg. On the other side of the ring, Autumn clutches at her arm.
P-Dug: That move did some amount of damage to the leg of Jamie Love, but did it do more damage to Autumn Raven?
KD: Who gets the point if the referee has to call this one off? I feel we are reaching that territory right about now. He may have to call it before these two do irreparable damage to themselves.
Autumn grabs Jamie's leg and twists it In My Grip. Jamie screams in pain. Autumn wraps her legs around Jamie's leg for leverage. Jamie screams in pain as he reaches for anything to break the hold. He kicks out at Autumn's arm, and she is forced to loosen her grip. Jamie grabs the bad arm dragging her to the mat and applying a Fujiwara armbar. The referee asks if she submits. Autumn shakes her head screaming 'no' in the ref's face. Jamie grabs at Autumn's other arm turning the move to a Kinboshi No Miro. Autum screams in pain before nodding her head.
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via submission ... JAMIE LOVE!!!!
Jamie stands up but can't take his own weight and falls into the ropes. Sara is in the ring, and she holds Jamie up as Tommy and Maria hold the ropes open. Slowly and carefully, they help Jamie up the ramp. He pauses at the top of the ramp and raises his arms in victory as Sara and Tommy hold him up.
KD: He can barely stand but there is your winner. What a fight this was!
P-Dug: Autumn Raven lost here but it's not all over, this was just match one out of three. She can afford to drop one to Jamie but mark my words, she'll be back and win the next two.
KD: Congrats again to Jamie Love, as now we head back to the locker room of his fellows...
Camera cuts to ...
The camera cuts backstage inside The Love Club locker room where we find Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane of The Southern Express wearing their new t-shirt, The Southern Express Farewell Tour: Monterrey, Mexico that’s in Green, White and Red…the Mexican National Colors. Off to the side of the room and on her phone is the 2021 EWC Manager of the Year Bunny Love. She smiles and nods
Love: Outstanding…yes I’m sure it will motivate these two knuckleheads…I’ll tell them the good news…
Bunny ends the call and looks over at Bobby and Jimmy, who were clearly listening in on Bunny’s conversation
Rose: Was that Chris Brock…
Lane: Did he work his magic and flash those compromising pictures he has on Jim Connors, Grizzly Duggan and Victor Price of them all gang banging that midget…I mean little person…and got us another tag team championship match…
Bunny shakes her head
Love: No, something better…
Bobby and Jimmy’s eyes perk up
Rose: YOU GOT ME EMMA WATSON’S NUMBER AND SHE AGREED TO GO OUT WITH ME!!!
Lane: Gross dude, you’re old enough to be her cool uncle…clearly Bunny got Sabrina Carpenter’s number and she’s meeting me back at my hotel…with Olivia Rodrigo and my junk will be their olive branch…
Bunny holds up her hand cutting Jimmy off
Love: I’m going to stop your disgusting fantasy right there ok and recommend you BOTH settle down with an age appropriate woman in your retirement that can take care of you and make sure you are fed…
But Bobby just smiles
Rose: But until that time comes SOMEONE did something for us that will…and I quote…‘motivate these two knuckleheads’ SO…
Lane: Someone knows that there are only FOUR things that really light a fire under our asses…and these are in no particular order…
Rose: ONE: Women…
Lane: TWO: Booze/Drugs…
Rose: THREE: Money…
Lane: And FOUR: Tag Team Gold…
Rose: So, since it wasn’t Chris Brock and option FOUR it has to be one of the first three…
Lane: So…
Bobby and Jimmy rub their hands together in excitement as Bunny nods
Love: That was your pal Eddie Ace…he made the trip south from San Antonio and is holed up Hotel Safi Royal Luxury Valle with 10 ladies…
Rose: Hookers…
Lane: THAT’S WHY WE COULDN’T GET ONE LAST NIGHT…the fucker was fucking them all…
Love: ANYWAYS…he rented out the Matehuala Night Club and hired a bunch of strippers and such…
Rose: FOR AN AFTER PARTY!!!
Lane: Eddie throws the best after parties!!
But Bunny shakes her head
Love: He said all the booze, drugs and ladies are on him IF you get the win here tonight…a celebration of EWC Career Win #50 BUT if you lose…
Bunny shivers a bit just thinking about the image
Love: Tommy gets it all…
Rose: That bastard…
Lane: He knows Tommy can only last two girls…three if he doubles up on Viagra…
Rose: A night like this would be wasted on the limp dicked…
Love: OK…I don’t need or want to hear about my father’s sexual escapades…Eddie Ace has offered up a night of debauchery and all you have to do is beat The Mechanical Animals and the Omega Commandos…
Rose: Who, let's be honest, think we should be in a retirement home and not a wrestling ring…
Lane: Raijin and Will want to make a name for themselves off our names…they want to beat us so they can say ‘hey, look at us…we beat the Express…take us seriously’...
Rose: While Kobro and Duke think they are our mothers and are worried about all the ‘drugs, sex and rock n roll’ like they are a 1950’s conservative prude…
Lane: Each of these teams are looking to kick start their mediocre tag team season with a win over the team that’s set the standard for tag team wrestling for the past two years…
Rose: And get a win over EWC’s most successful tag team on our way out the door…
Lane: But that’s not going to happen…
Rose: Nope…we have too much to lose here tonight, we are looking for tag team win #50 here in the EWC…
Lane: And our first ever win here on Rampage…
Rose: Now add in a VIP spot at one of Eddie Ace’s Rokkin Balls Out party and well…
Lane: It’s the trifecta of motivation…
Rose: PLUS…
Bobby looks at Jimmy and then at Bunny
Rose: We want one more crack at EWC Tag Team Championship Glory…we want to position ourselves as the tag team to face off against the champs at WrestleFest…to do that we need to run the gambit against these teams the Board of Directors might see as a worthy opponent…
Lane: Yeah, because clearly blackmail isn’t going to work…
Rose: Tonight, it’s a Tag Team Tornado match and we need to keep our eyes on the prize…
Lane: So we can keep our…
Love: NO…NO NO NO…I know it’s HBO but I’m not going to let you finish that sentence…you two know what you need to do out there and I’ll be ringside just in case…go out there and get the job done, get that 50th win…get that Rampage win and show the EWC that The Southern Express isn’t dead yet…
She smiles as Bobby and Jimmy high five and the camera fades out of The Love Club locker room... The camera cuts elsewhere backstage were Mark and Omega Commandos are standing.
Mark: You've had your last laugh Southern Express. Because Duke & Kobro, they are going to go out there and beat you to keep your Rampage streak of losses going.
Duke flexes for the camera while Kobro stands there stoic.
Mark: They won't take my advice to stoop to your level and cheat, but they don't need it to beat you! That's a promise!
With that, The Omega Commandos head towards the ring.
MATCH TWO
Mechanical Animals VS Omega Commandos VS Southern Express
Triple Threat Tornado Tag
REF: Pierce Patterson
We return to ringside and cut to the commentary booth.
KD: After hearing from both Omega Commandos and Southern Express, we head into this match. This is going to be one chaotic battle.
P-Dug: You're right about this, this is going to be almost too much for one official to call.
Chriqui: The following bout is a triple threat tag team match contested under tornado rules. Introducing first from at a combined weight of 455 pounds... THE MECHANICAL ANIMALS!!!
The Mechanical Animals come out while 'For whom the bell tolls' sounds loud. They head to the ring and appear to be all business here tonight.
Chriqui: And their opponent at a combined weight of 477 pounds... OMEGA COMMANDOS!!!
The low, muted thumping from the rotor blades of an AH-64 Apache helicopter can be heard, on the Xtron, the helicopter flies towards the screen as the thumping gets louder. The attack chopper rises up out of sight as the thumping is really loud now. Two ladders lower in front of the Xtron, Duke Commando is hanging on with one hand and leg. Kobro is on the other ladder with a cigar hanging out of his mouth. They touch down on the stage and the ladders retract. The loud thumping of the helicopter fades off into the distance as The Omega Commandos stand at the top of the ramp, staring menacingly at the ring. They slowly look left and right, watching the fans cheer them. They take one step forward and loud drums start banging with military horns and bass instruments complimenting the drums. They make their way to the ring. Duke runs and slides under the bottom ropes while Kobro takes his time to climb the steel steps then enters through the ropes. They both take off their vests and stretch, getting ready to engage in combat.
Chriqui: And their opponent at a combined weight of 445 pounds... SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!
The electric guitar kicks in to 'Stranglehold' as the crowd gets to their feet, some of the older females in the crowd start to scream like they did when they were younger as Bunny Love walks out onto the stage and is quickly followed by Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane
Bunny leads the way as the pair reach out and high five with the fans as the walk to the ring, Bunny marches up the steps and steps through the ropes as Bobby and Jimmy climb up onto the apron and step through the ropes. They taunt to the crowd who cheers loudly at them.
KD: Mechanical Animals are looking to make a splash and prove themselves right out the gate.
P-Dug: Omega Commandos have had a rough patch lately, and this could be their chance to grind that to a nice smooth surface.
KD: And The Southern Express are looking for their first win on Friday Night RAMPAGE, and their 50th win in the EWC. A lot at stake in this match.
DING DING DING
Following the bell, Southern Express spring into action and go after Kobro with a big double dropkick that sends him over the top rope to the outside. Bobby & Jimmy grab Duke and send him into the ropes with a double-whip and catch him on the rebound with a hip-toss. Bobby & Jimmy turn to Mechanical Animals and Bobby eats a double superkick to the jaw and he falls out on his ass. Animals go for a double dropkick on Jimmy but he catches Raijin's foot and rips him up and down into a powerbomb. Wil superkicks Jimmy on the top of his head and then spins into a lariat that knocks Jimmy off his feet. Wil turns around into a big boot from Kobro!
KD: That big boot from Kobro could knock out most men. This match is already at one-hundred miles an hour.
P-Dug: Omega Commandos need to slow this one down, then they'll be more in their own wheelhouse.
Kobro drags Bobby up by his throat and transitions him up into a military press. Duke sees this and quickly pulls his knees up so Kobro can toss Bobby down into a gut-buster. Bobby heaves for air and gasps in pain as he rolls to the outside. Kobro drags Jimmy up and floors him with a short-distance clothesline. Kobro whips Jimmy into the ropes and on the rebound he and Duke smash Jimmy inside out with a double clothesline. Raijin climbs up the corner and leaps into the ring with a moonsault into Omega Commandos. Raijin rushes the ropes and springboards off the top into another moonsault that lands flush on Duke, he covers! But before the ref can even make a one Kobro breaks it up by stomping on the back of Raijin's head. Kobro drags Raijin up, but Raijin headbutts him and shoves Kobro backwards into Wil who superkicks the back of Kobro's leg.
Kobro goes down and then Wil superkicks the back of his head while Raijin superkicks his face. Wil grabs Kobro's legs and lifts him into a wheelbarrow and then Raijin jumps and pulls Kobro down into a cutter. Duke pulls himself up and rushes at Animals, catching Wil with a big boot and Raijin with an elbow smash. Duke grabs Raijin's waist and rips him backwards into a German suplex. Duke drags Wil up and throws him down with a vertical drop suplex. As Duke gets to his feet, Southern Express rush in from behind and rip him into a double hip toss right onto Wil! Southern Express kick Duke out of the ring and drag Wil up by his wrists, DOUBLE KNEE STRIKE! In Your Face! They cover!
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TWO!!
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THR... KICKOUT BY WIL!
P-Dug: That was a big kickout from Wil, these geezers thought they finally had that Rampage win.
KD: There's no telling how much energy Wil burned kicking out there, but the match continues.
Southern Express drag Wil up and push him against the ropes. The double superkick him over the top rope and to the outside. They turn around and catch a clothesline from Kobro that sends all three of them out of the ring. Raijin gets to his feet in the center of the ring and starts hyping up the crowd... Raijin rushes the ropes, bounces, rushes the opposite, rebounds, rushes the ropes and he jumps up onto the top rope, twists around midair and jumps into a moonsault! Everyone wipes out! Raijin drags Kobro up and superkicks him in the chin. Kobro gets to his feet, superkick to the back of the head! Raijin drags Bobby up and rolls him into the ring. Raijin climbs the top rope and jumps into the ring with a frog-splash he turns into an elbow drop midair and... BOBBY MOVES! Raijin grabs at his elbow in pain and gets to his feet. Jimmy rolls into the ring from behind Raijin and lifts him up and over with a back-body drop onto the top of his head! Jimmy drags Raijin up into a tombstone and Bobby comes flying off the top rope with a springboard as the spike Raijin's head into the canvas with an assisted piledriver! Good Night Monterrey! Cover!
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DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!!
Bobby instantly jumps in Jimmy's arms and gives a yell of victory as though they had won the World Tag Team Championships a third time. Bobby grabs Pierce Patterson and gives him a big kiss on the lips before rushing to the corner and yelling again to the crowd. Jimmy & Bobby roll out of the ring and jump into the crowd to celebrate. Duke pulls himself up the barricade and kicks it hard. He goes to do it again but Kobro talks him down and the two walk off towards the locker-room. Medical staff check on Raijin who shoves them off. He and Wil head to the back.
KD: Southern Express have done it. That was their 50th win and their first win on Friday Night Rampage, and this crowd is eating them up.
P-Dug: The old guys actually pulled it off for once, cool I guess. Personally, I'd say Mechanical Animals were the MVPs of this match and I think if they get another shot at Southern Express, they'd win. Omega Commandos were also pretty impressive, they had a lot of power to them.
KD: Don't go anywhere, we will be right back!
Camera cuts to ...
MATCH THREE
King Flip VS Megumi Sengoku
Singles Match
REF: Mike Michaelson
We return to ringside and cut over to the commentary booth.
KD: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, next up we've got International Champion King Flip taking on RAMPAGE's Megumi.
P-Dug: King Flip works RAMPAGE so much, they might as well make that damn title a RAMPAGE title!
Chriqui: The following match is a singles match. Introducing first from Tokyo, Japan & weighing in at 130 pounds... MEGUMI SENGOKU!!!
The music hits and out walks Megumi. She stands the top of the walkway holding the Shinijoshi Flag. She pauses for a moment, before making her way to the ring.
Chriqui: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by his manager Chanel. Hailing from the land of money and fame, & weighing in at 220 pounds... he is BRAWL's International champion... KIIING FLIP!!!
K I N G F L I P zooms from right to left across the X-Tron and is followed swiftly by a small pyro. 'Machinegun' begins to play as the man in the hooded vest emerges from the curtain walking with crutches. Chanel comes in just behind him, International championship on her shoulder and a microphone in hand. He gets to the edge of the rampway when she lifts his hood to reveal that arrogant half smile. The lyrics chime in as he crutches slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on Megumi in the ring. They stop at the end of the rampway and Chanel hands over the microphone.
King Flip: If I can be serious for a minute. Megumi Sengoku... we can't ignore the fact that I've been wrestling injured. I am not a hundred percent. But something the King will not abide is the notion that something as fickle, as minimal, as cheap and weak as traveling and wrestling will make me weak enough to exploit. You're better than that angle, Megumi, and to be quite honest... I expected more of you. Just as I've always expected more of the X-Division champion, El Pablo, who I have the opportunity to face at the Rumble. Now, you may be wondering what the hell that has to do with us. It's quite simple, really.
Flip places a crutch on the edge of the ring before making his way up the steps, an obvious wince with each limp. He gets through the ropes and walks to the other side of the ring while looking out to the crowd.
King Flip: Y'see, at one point I had a vision. I had this idea in my head that I was the coldest, darkest motherfucker in this company. That there wasn't a weapon I wouldn't use, a dastardly deed I wouldn't commit, a length I wouldn't go to to fulfill my desires. That desire? Being the X-Division champion. For a year I pined, I waged war, I spilled blood from South America to Asia, England to Australia, and so on and so forth and... it was all for nought. That's where you come in, darling. I may not know what it was your goal happened to be last year, but I know just as in this moment, it all ended with you on your hands and fucking knees.
Megumi has a confused expression across her face as Chanel slides in from behind with the discarded crutch. CRACK! The manager swings it into the back of Miss Sengoku as hard as she can, bringing the fan favorite down to one knee in a prang of pain. THOMP! Flip follows up with a blow to the face with the microphone before the referee can break it all up. The King and the referee argue for a moment about the validity of what's happening, ringing the bell for a disqualification, but Flip can be heard stating that the match hasn't started and demands -- to a sea of boos from the audience -- that the match be made official and begin.
KD: King Flip has lost his composure! What is this?
P-Dug: Seems perfectly legal to me.
DING DING DING
Chanel exits the ring with the sound of the bell, toting with her the crutches as she makes a faux sad face to the audience jeering their actions. Flip stalks Megumi with a limp as she rolls to all fours. He immediately leaps into slamming his butt on her lower back. This brings a visible pain across his face but he still has the wherewithal to lock in his signature submission maneuver, the camel clutch. KNEEL! The King cranks by the neck and shoulders as Megumi just violently shakes her head back and forth when asked by the referee if she's like to submit to the pain and end the match. This goes on for nearly a minute before the audience starts to rally behind Megumi. She gathers the strength to push upward with her body, but Flip just leaps up and slams his behind into her back again to keep her down. He cranks even harder now and still the resilient woman shakes her head when asked if she'd like to submit. At this point he just grabs the back of her head and slams her face into the canvas. To a sea of boos he smiles as he lifts her back up and locks the submission back into place after a few clubs to the chest. Once again, the crowd rallies behind her as she shifts her weight and gets to her knees. And once again, Flip jumps into the air, but this time Megumi slips out of the way and the King bounces off of his bottom on the canvas sending a ream of pain up his spine. He gets to his feet; however, Megumi was already on one knee as she waited for her moment. Picture perfect dropkick sends Flip sailing into the corner.
KD: Megumi has made quite the comeback and has found herself on level footing.
P-Dug: If she keeps this pace, she might win something.
The International champion stumbles out of the corner, one hand on his lower back as he withstands the pain. Megumi slinks up from behind and hits her signature pinning maneuver. Crucifix bomb!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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NO!!!
Flip just kicks out with inches to spare for a three count. Both competitors get to their feet simultaneously and begin exchanging a barrage of blows. The King connecting with forearms to the face and Megumi connecting with a flurry of differing kicks ranging from low to high. She ducks a forearm and Flip goes into a spin. Bridging German suplex from Megumi!
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TWO!!
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ALMOST!!!
The King barely kicks out in time once again. The agility of Megumi Sengoku is appreciated by one and all as the audience cheers and 'aww's as the International champion gets out of the pinning predicament. Though he is unable to get right back to his feet this time as Megumi stays on the offensive with several boots to the body. She signals for a top rope move to the excitement of the fans. Megumi checks the positioning one more time before heading to the corner and ascending to the top turnbuckle. Chanel rushes the ring apron but gets a boot to the face knocking her right back off. Megumi Sengoku takes to the sky in a glorious moonsault... but Flip rolls out of the way! She bounces off the canvas and writhes in pain as the King rolls all the way out of the ring to check up on his sister and manager Chanel. He looks up with a bit of rage in his eyes even though his manager tells him that she's alright with a thumbs up. He shakes his head and slides into the ring.
P-Dug: Don't worry about Chanel, worry about winning the damn match fool!
KD: Being a decent human comes before winning to most people, but Flip isn't most people.
Flip rolls on the canvas with Megumi in position on her back, planting his signature rolling thunder. THE DETHRONEMENT! Though it appears the move hurts him just as much as it hurts her, he still splays himself across her for a pinfall attempt.
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TWO!!
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THR-NO!!!
Miss Sengoku gets a shoulder up with ease. Flip stumbles as he uses the ropes to get back to his feet as Megumi rolls onto her knees. He tries to rush her and runs right into a slingblade. Megumi tries to go for the cover but Flip uses a bottom rope to pull himself away. So instead she opts to wait for him to get back to his feet to take him back down to the mat with a vicious bicycle kick. Megumi sees her opportunity and brings herself to the top rope once again. Moonsault connects! She tosses up the peace sign as the fans explode for the umpteenth time during the bout. She lifts the legs for the pinfall... but there's no count. Chanel has gotten herself up to the ring apron and is distracting the referee with some sort of conversation about her butt. The referee appears to be blushing and attempting to sideline the conversation, but Megumi has another way to do so. She dropkicks Chanel right off the ring apron and into the guardrail! Fans cheer the expulsion of the shifty valet. The referee is still distracted when Megumi turns back to lift Flip up. He rakes the eyes of his opponent, sending her stumbling away and grabbing at her face. Wait a minute, he's grabbing something out of his tights. It's a fistful of Skittles. THE FACEPAINTER! He blasts Megumi with El Pablo's finishing maneuver to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He yells at the referee, who gets into position for the pinning maneuver.
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, pinfall ... KING FLIP!!!!
King Flip rolls out of the ring and retrieves his title. Without so much as looking back at Megumi he limps to the back, a look of determination on his face. Megumi is helped up by medical staff and helped to the back, she gives the crowd a smile and thumbs up to show she isn't too hurt.
KD: King Flip gets the win here, I don't like it. He's a dirty player! But winning is winning, and he got that winners check. And sent a message to El Pablo in the process.
P-Dug: Megumi lost tonight, and I think she lost fair and square, but she showed a lot of heart and this crowd loved her. She's got something, she could be somebody.
MATCH FOUR
Ace King VS Mercenary
Singles Match
REF: Mike Michaelson
Ace King VS Mercenary
Singles Match
REF: Mike Michaelson
KD: Indeed she could. And speaking of potential, we'll roll right into our next match with Mercenary taking on Ace King.
P-Dug: This might could be the biggest win of Mercenary's career.
Avenged Sevenfold Hail To The King blasts over the PA. A flashing red strobe lights the stage as the rest of the room goes dark.
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!
We shall succeed.
STAND UP AND FIGHT!
AND I'LL STAND UP WITH YOU!
Removing the mask the big man salutes the crowd and stalks towards the ring at a steady pace filled with menace and a deadly purpose he climbs between the ropes and walks to the corner where he throws a few shadow punch combos at the turnbuckle before turning with his back to the corner, his arms crossed again across his chest to glower in his opponent's direction and wait for the bell to give him the sign to come out swinging.
"Ace of Spades" rips through the Arena Monterrey and the crowd cheers as pyro goes off in time with the opening drum beats. Ace King then calmly steps out onto the stage, his eyes narrowed and focused on the ring.
Chriqui: Making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds... He is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!
Ace rolls his head around the back of his neck for a few seconds before focusing back in on the ring, then makes his way down the ramp, interacting with a few fans along the way. He stops a few steps short of the ring, then dives in under the bottom rope as red pyro explodes from each turnbuckle. Ace pauses on his knees in the middle of the ring for a moment before getting to his feet, his attention locked in on his opponent.
DING DING DING
King hits Mercenary with a European uppercut that staggers him. Ace climbs to the middle rope and dives at Mercenary with a dropkick. He stays on his feet. Ace hits Mercenary with a standing dropkick. Again, he stays standing. Ace runs of the ropes and hits a slingblade that takes the big man down. Both get to their feet where Mercenary knocks Ace down with a big boot. Mercenary pulls Ace to his feet and takes him to the mat with a Death Valley driver. He makes a cover.
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TWO!!
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THR…NO! KICK OUT!!!
Ace gets a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Both get to their feet. Ace stomps at Mercenary's left knee. Ace runs off the ropes and dropkicks the back of Mercenary's knee knocking him to the mat. Ace grabs the leg and stomps the back of the leg before holding it and jumping over it stretching the knee. Ace twists the leg into a half crab. Mercenary screams in pain from the hold but he soon reaches the ropes to break.
KD: Can you imagine if Mercenary submitted here?
P-Dug: To that? Mercenary is way too tall to have been troubled by that.
Both competitors get to their feet and Ace smacks Mercenary with a Fullhouse that staggers him into a school boy roll up.
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THR…NO! KICK OUT!!!
Mercenary rolls out of the pin attempt. Both get to their feet and Mercenary hits a Doom Shadow that folds Ace in half. Mercenary covers him.
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THR…NO! KICK OUT!!!
Ace rolls to his stomach breaking the count. Mercenary gets to his feet and underhooks Ace's arms for a Grave Breaker. Before he lifts Ace for the move, Ace lifts Mercenary and spins him for an Eye In The Sky. He makes a cover.
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THR…NO! KICK OUT!!!
Mercenary lifts an arm of the mat to break the count. Ace grabs the arm and applies a Fujiwara armbar. Ace wrenches it as hard as he can. Mercenary screams in pain but he manages to get to the ropes.
P-Dug: Twice now, Ace has had Mercenary screaming in pain only to be saved by the ropes.
KD: He's still not going to tap out. Yes, those holds are painful, but I've stubbed my toe. It too is painful, but I'm not going to tap out to it. That's what those moves are like to Mercenary.
Ace drags Mercenary away from the ropes and twists his legs to apply a House Of Cards. Mercenary screams in pain and reaches for the ropes but he can't reach them. Eventually and somehow, Mercenary manages to power out of the hold. Mercenary gets to his feet and grabs Ace. He lifts Ace with intentions to send him To Hell The Hard Way but Ace slides over Mercenary's shoulders and lifts him for a Blackjack Bomb that drives him to the mat. Ace hooks the leg.
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... ACE KING!!!!
Ace rolls from the ring and drops to his knees. He gets to his feet and with a pained expression on his face, he raises an arm into the air in victory.
KD: With The Rumble getting closer and closer that is momentum. Ace King took on a man bigger and heavier than himself and he walks away with the win…... just.
P-Dug: It was a fast count and probably a rope break. Mercenary was the star of this match. He broke Ace King in half with the Doom Shadow and would have put him through the ring with the powerbomb.
KD: Congrats again to Ace King, as I hear we've got something going on backstage!
Cameras fire up backstage inside a locker room. Specifically, King Flip's locker room as he is drying himself off after a shower. The female audience in attendance all shout and cheer but still the King receives a mixed reaction after what transpired during the fight against Megumi. The King hears this and gives a somber nod.
King Flip: I don't expect you to know why I felt the need to attack Megumi prior to our match. And honestly... your jeers are warranted. It isn't something I've done this year. I've been a good, honorable man for the most part and perhaps I went a little overboard by having Chanel hit Megumi from behind with a crutch. Then following that up with a --
The King boops himself on the noggin.
King Flip: Whack upside the head with a microphone. That was unbecoming of me. But I need you all to understand something.
He leans in.
King Flip: I am a very unbecoming man. Y'see, I've got El Pablo on the horizon. Rumble 'cross the Pond. X-Division championship. Now, that little singles bout can't be a message to El Pablo any more than the little singles bout against Jamie Love could've been. Meanwhile, he'll be fighting for his life out in the middle of the freakin' desert against two men and a hall of famer while also trying not to get a damn heatstroke. As much as I'd like that to happen, as easy as that would make my life going into our Last Man Standing match, I need you all to know that that isn't who I am. I don't tread the easy road and I don't tread lightly.
The King sits up and grabs the International championship on the bench next to him, lifting it as he continues.
King Flip: But I am a fighting champion. I am a man with, as cold and as dead as it is, a beating heart with the lifeblood of this company. I go out there EVERY Monday Night Brawl and EVERY Friday Night Rampage because THAT. IS. WHO. I. AM. There is no quit in me, there is no give. Whether I'm a hundred percent, sixty-nine percent, five percent across a ten-point spread -- IT DOESN'T MATTER. I will walk in to every book I have with the same malicious animosity. Every. Single. Time. And when I spoke during that promo against Jamie Love last Monday night... when I said that I wanted to congratulate El Pablo for his victory at Night of Champions, with my fists, at the earliest opportunity... I meant it.
He stands with a wince.
King Flip: I'm almost all healed up, Pablo. It'll have been a month since the fall and I haven't slowed down even for a second. I hope you get that air-conditioned ride out of the desert, because you're going to need it. If you walk into Wembly Stadium with chapped lips and a sunburn, boy, it's just going to be that much easier for me to get you carted out with a chapped ass and ten less pounds of gold and leather. I may make no guarantees, Petey Pablo, but know this. You've never actually beaten me. You've never pinned me to the canvas. You've never made me submit. You've never done anything more than slink around me like the blithering little fucking toad that you are. But on September the 26th? You'll have no other recourse than to keep me down for ten seconds. Your brother's only ever been able to keep me down for three. How do you think that fares for your odds?
The King cracks that obnoxious half smirk.
King Flip: See you in ten days, punk.
He walks away as the cameras fade, returning to the running shower just around the corner.
MATCH FIVE
Andrea Hernandez VS Lavender
Non Title - Singles Match
REF: Pierce Patterson
We return to ringside where Pierce Patterson stands ready.
KD: Non-title action coming up next, as our United States Champion takes on a very plucky newcomer to Friday Night Rampage; Andrea Hernandez! With a resume as long as both my arms, she's looking to make a massive statement here tonight, at the expense of Lavender - who needs all the momentum she can pick up here heading into the 19th EWC Rumble!
P-Dug: Statement ain't the half of it! Hernandez had some STRONG words earlier this week, and I'm tellin' you, she's here to back those words up. She's not to be walked, and not to be stepped to. Lavender's about to find that out.
Chriqui: The following bout is for one fall, and is a non-title match! Introducing first, from Paradise Valley, Arizona, and weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds... ANDREA! HERNANDEZ!!!
"Ultranumb" by Blue Stahli hits the venue’s soundwaves. Andrea appears on the stage to some strong boos from the crowd. Andrea scoffs at the crowd and doesn't pay them any attention at all otherwise as she is completely focused on the task at hand. She gets up to the ring apron and uses the top rope to slingshot herself into it, ignoring the crowd even further as she leans against the corner, confidently waiting for what comes next.
Chriqui: And her opponent, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at one hundred and thirty two pounds... she is the 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.
KD: Just like you said, Andrea Hernandez looks confident, composed, dangerous. This is a woman who doesn't need anything but her own word, and her own will to succeed. If the title were on the line, I might have goosebumps!
P-Dug: Yeah, but it ain't. Lavender can't relax here because of that; she's put on a hell of a show all season, overcome every obstacle in her path - exceptin' Parabellum - and this is one more hill she needs to climb. 'Dear Diary, today I gotta bust my ass so the new girl doesn't run roughshod over me.' The fans are behind her, but is it enough?
DING DING DING
Both women look game as they lunge forward, Lavender going for a lock-up but forced to contend with a rapid shifting of gears from Hernandez, who goes from zero to a hundred, driving a knee to the midsection then stepping up into a tilt-o-whirl headscissor that sends Lavender into the corner. Spitting vitriolic words to the champion, Andrea strides into place to follow up with a handspring back elbow, then hauls Lavender onto the top rope, pointing out to the crowd and tapping at the side of her own skull as she clambers up. Keeping the champ in place with a solid forearm, she leaps onto her shoulders--
--and successfully nails Lavender with a top-rope Huracanrana, bending backwards into an early pin!
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TWO
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KICKOUT!
By a whisker, the rattled champion throws her shoulder up, then with an adroit adjustment, flips Hernandez over onto her back before she can pull away, rolling into half-guard and plowing her down with a smash of the shoulder, attempting to keep her muffled against the canvas while she shifts to mount. Andrea fights back, slamming a knee into the midsection, then bucking her hips and turning, trying to hurl the champion away! Lavender is equal to it, spinning out into a reverse key-lock, working the shoulder brutally as she grinds her own knee into the Rampage rookie's back.
Hernandez looks to be in some trouble, trapped in the middle of the ring, but she's clawing at the mat, managing to work a little separation despite the knee in her back, and there's an audible pop as she grits her teeth and SURGES forward, allowing her shoulder to come completely out of the socket! Wide-eyed, Lavender loosens her grip, and before the official can step in and adjudicate, Hernandez is on her feet, sending the champion sprawling with a whirring kick that misses by an inch!
Spitting a curse, Andrea sets her hand to her shoulder and pops it back in with a short scream, as Lavender pulls herself upright in the corner. The champion looks the more rattled of the two, putting up her hands as she steps forward. Andrea snarls, and beckons her on, before stamping in a half-circle and going for the lock-up. Lavender accepts, only for the smaller woman to twist into a rake across the eyes, whipping the United States champion toward the ropes--
--and meeting her halfway with a float-over DDT! DESTINY DROP! She strives for the cover, but Lavender trips her, then scrabbles away toward the outside of the ring. She rises on the apron as Hernandez comes in again, catching her with an explosive dropkick! Lavender falls, and Andrea takes a run-up to meet her with a furious vaulting crossbody!
NO! Lavender catches her in mid-air, turning toward the barricade to punish her with what could be the Amity Affliction--
--but Andrea brings her palms together against both ears, and wriggles free, going for an abrupt spear into the same barricade. Ready for the attempt, Lavender steps aside, and Hernandez puts on the brakes, both women ending up facing one another on the outside, each staring daggers at the other as they stand at momentary stalemate.
KD: Now THIS is wrestling. What a bout we are seeing so far!
P-Dug: This is pretty good, I'll give you that.
With Patterson applying his count, it's Lavender who breaks for the ring first. Andrea grabs at her hair, pulling her around into a sit-out facebuster, then leaps up with a burst of laughter, turning to flip off the crowd before diving in under the bottom rope. Inside the ring, she paces, fixing her hair and fixing the woman on the outside with a bloodcurdling glare as she pulls herself upright and takes a moment to shake off the cobwebs, sliding in just before the count of ten. She's met by a very ready Hernandez, who ties her up and whips her into the ropes, before going for another crossbody! Lavender drops and rolls underneath, coming up ready with a kick to the gut, hooking up a butterfly suplex...
That she's able to land with full aplomb, sending Hernandez crashing to the mat! The crowd get behind the US Champ, who spares them a very brief smile before she's back to business, bundling Andrea up in a snug prawn hold.
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KICKOUT!
Lavender rolls back to her feet, as Andrea remains down for a moment, on all fours, staring at her. She snaps out a few harsh words, and for her trouble gets a slow shake of the head from the champion. Rising slowly, Hernandez is breathing deeply, focused, appearing to be in control of the psychological contest as once more it's Lavender who moves first. Andrea responds with a spinning elbow, that's blocked, and transitioned into a swift arm drag that sends her bouncing toward the other side of the ring! Shifting her posture in mid-slide, Hernandez is able to spring up against the ropes, whipping back in toward Lavender - ready to duck her follow-up, then cartwheel into the opposing ropes and bounce into a handspring reverse Huracanrana, spiking Lavender into the mat! That gets a pop from the crowd just on principle, though the Lavender chants quickly resume - to the determined ignorance of Hernandez, who goes for a decidedly cocky pin, foot on chest, arms up as she poses with a smirk.
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KICKOUT!
Nobody's surprised, least of all Hernandez, but she is cut off by a lunging forearm to the midsection. Snarling, she grabs at Lavender's hair, but the champion is already closing her grip to nail a big back body slam, twisting around to drop Andrea to the canvas and be ready with a dive straight into a Fujiwara armbar, sitting back hard on the hold!
The arm's taken enough punishment already, but Andrea Hernandez is equal to the pain, clawing her way to the bottom rope and closing a hand upon it to force the break. To her own detriment, Lavender breaks swiftly, backing off with a nod to Pierce Patterson, who goes to check on the other woman only to get a face full of palm for his trouble. He's sent staggering, with a look of shock, as Andrea uses the momentum to get straight to her feet, holding the other arm awkwardly but sparing absolutely nothing but spite for the champion as she starts forward with a few more spitted words.
Lavender backs up, trying to bait the smaller woman into another arm drag - perhaps looking to lock up the arm again, but Hernandez has it scouted, and lunges around to the flank and driving a kick to the midsection. Grabbing Lavender by the hair once more, she hauls her into the middle of the ring and sets her up for a massive tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! The Phoenix Backbreaker! With the US champion down, she heads to the outside of the ring, glares coldly straight through the crowd, and then springboards into her 630 splash - the Sedona Splash II! Smirking as she rises smoothly to her feet, arms spread to receive the adoration the crowd most certainly does not give her, she's slow in going for the cover...
And then abandons it completely, electing instead to go up top.
P-Dug: High risk, high reward. But the cover might have been a safe bet to at least knock some energy out of Lavender.
KD: Forcing Lavender to kickout would definitely drain some energy, but if Andrea lands this then she won't need to worry about that!
Lavender begins to stir, and Andrea's eyes narrow, her attempt aborted as she hops down and meets the up-rising champion with a couple of forearms and a low kick, before she can get her wits together. A quick glance over her shoulder appears to confirm something, and she ties up an arm, twirling into a standing armbar that she uses to turn Lavender, and then whip her across the ring-- almost directly into Pierce Patterson, who tries to stumble aside but is sent sprawling. Lavender lands across the top rope, and then Hernandez is on top of her, tying her up in the ropes and then leaping onto her back, applying a creative rope-tied vertical camel clutch, her full weight hanging against the champion's back!
Patterson is still down, and Lavender can't do anything about the submission...
Unfamiliar music hits on the speakers, and a small figure emerges from the back, trailing blonde-streaked dark hair as she breaks into a run down the ramp; it's the former United States Champion, Darna Dare! Hernandez isn't beside herself, but she's wise enough to relinquish the hold, and Lavender with it, turning to jack her jaw at the interrupting Filipino. Darna slides to a stop, staring intently up at the woman in the ring, her face blossoming into a wild grin, her tongue poking out before she bounces off, skipping her way to a seat on the outside of the ring, near the timekeeper's desk.
Warily, Andrea watches her go, but turns on her heels to also take in the recovering Lavender and Patterson. The official is up, and checking on the champion, who waves him off and rises to her feet, still struggling to breathe as she stares at her opponent with a long-suffering air. Hernandez snorts, and steps forward to engage the champion, who responds cagily, darting to the other side of the ring, once more having to catch her breath. Andrea presses the attack, but presses a little too insistently; she's caught stepping in with a thundering kick to the calf, halfway losing her balance and finding herself smashed all the way down with forearms, forced to her knees where she's swiftly tied up by the arms, and hauled into a rapid but emphatic Tiger Bomb! The Butterfly Effect! The ring is still quivering as Lavender covers her.
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KICKOUT!
Hernandez bucks her way out of the cover, twisting end over end on the canvas, spinning wildly to her feet, hair in her face and eyes glaring. Lavender puffs out her cheeks as she stands, forcing herself to remain calm as the challenger drives forward, barely missing a single-leg dropkick, catching herself on her knees and rearing straight into a blind back elbow smash that does catch the champion, sending her stumbling to one side! Stepping around her, Andrea digs her nails across the eyes one more time, SHRIEKING as she rips bloody marks across the champion's face, Pierce Patterson trying to get a better angle - but too late, as Hernandez picks Lavender up for another Phoenix Backbreaker! Down she goes, with a decisive crash...
And Andrea lunges at the corner, getting into position for a Phoenix Splash from the top rope, the crowd showering her with their displeasure. She's been resolutely ignoring them most of the match, but now she sends a smirk out at the gathered throng, and bites her thumb at them before pulling to her full height, turning right into the RISE OF THE PHOENIX!!
With Lavender close to the ropes, Hernandez makes the cover, and Patterson hits the deck. What he misses is the foot that hits the ropes an instant later, soon enough joined by the second.
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TH-- NO!!
Andrea falls sideways, breaking the pin at the last possible instant; and from behind her there's an expulsion in Tagalog, ending with the very audible, all-too-distinguishable, "Tanga!" Lavender starts clawing her way back up, as a visibly FURIOUS Hernandez hauls herself up on the ropes and snatches down at Darna Dare, who dances backwards - repeating the other woman's own gesture by biting her thumb up at her, to a rumble of appreciation from the crowd. Skin flushed, Andrea SCREAMS, and lunges toward Lavender, who is able to duck aside and whip her into the ropes!
Hernandez rockets back in, but manages to slide right under Lavender's legs, bouncing up to hit the opposite side, with a meaningful glare shot to Dare at ringside as she turns, and leaves the ground--
--into a scathing Busaiku knee on the United States Champion!
NO! Lavender's seen it before, and she twists underneath, intercepting the wide-eyed Hernandez on her way back to the canvas, ploughing into her midsection and heaving her up and around-- into the AMITY AFFLICTION!! The ring quakes on impact, as the brutal spinebuster levels out the Arizona native, but Lavender isn't done. Taking a breath, she signals out at the crowd, then slaps her own shoulder, getting a pop as she steps in to seize an arm and twist Andrea into another Fujiwara armbar! Andrea was momentarily out, but as the hold locks in she screams, wriggling to try and free her beleaguered, ravaged arm...
But she's right in the middle of the ring. It's too much.
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via submission ... LAVENDER!!!!
Lavender releases the hold instantly, sliding to her feet, nervously adjusting her hair as she steps away from her beaten opponent, who looks irate that she's been forced to tap. Pierce Patterson steps between the two of them, arms outflung, forcing the separation as he warns Andrea to back off. She does so with visible reluctance, stamping from the ring, dropping to the outside only to come face-to-smiling-face with Darna Dare, who throws out an arm as if to shove her bodily against the apron. Hernandez responds on instinct, twisting, her injured arm hanging limp as the other pitches Dare in the direction of her own shove. Andrea steps backwards, in stance, daring the Filipino to try that again...
Darna takes one look at her and relinquishes, shaking her head as she instead slides into the ring. By this point, the official is holding the United States Championship, but before he can offer it out to Lavender, the former champion snatches it from his grasp and clutches it to her chest, as if to say 'mine', sending a wide smile to the champion.
Lavender frowns, and murmurs something that gets lost beneath the din of the crowd. Dare stares back at her, unmoved, and there's a momentary hesitation, an uncertain stare between them, before she steps forward onto one knee, presenting the title to the woman who won it from her - fair and square. The crowd burble with appreciation at this renewed show of respect, and in response Darna rises to her feet, and throws up the US Champion's right arm, pointing with the other hand down at Hernandez.
Who glares back at her, flicking two fingers between her eyes, and Darna's.
KD: A whole happening here in the aftermath, and yet at the same time, not a whole lot at all! What's important is that Lavender, our United States Champion, overcame all the offense that Andrea Hernandez could throw at her tonight, weathering the storm to head into the Rumble with all the momentum on her side - and, it seems, at least one ally in that ring with her?
P-Dug: Ha! You believe that, you're even stupider than you look, brother. Allies? In the Rumble? Dare's playing mind games. She didn't do shit to Hernandez, or to Lavender, because she wants to keep 'em guessing. But let's talk about the new girl! Without that fuckery, she'd have had the United States Champ down for the one, two, three. Whatever happens in London, England, Lavender better watch her back - and not get too comfortable with that, or any other, title.
KD: There's a lot going on here, but I've been told there's a lot going on backstage too!
Salvation is stretching for his match, sexy Yoga poses keep Sienna’s attention. A few minutes and catcalls later, Sienna notices the gift bags and box from Golden Standard Dispensaries
Sienna: You stay here and get in the zone. I’m gonna go make one of those special deliveries.
Salvador: Which one?
Sienna: The most important one.
Salvation: Make sure you grab the right bag. If someone else gets the heart, he will be very upset.
Sienna: F#ck him.
Reaching into the box, he grabs the sealed plastic bag, across the top of the bad reads the label She flips it to the back, reading the name of the edible on the back.
Sienna: A Black Heart. The Hater’s Club, Indica. The man is clever.
Salvation: You would think it would be a sativa. Like stimulate. You know? Or maybe even to get her paranoid.
Sienna: She is a smart cookie. I can all but guarantee, she will get the message
Salvation: Is there a message?
Sienna looks around the gift bag, then in the box, then a few other gift bags.
Sienna: Nope. Appears not.
Sienna walks over and kisses Salvation on the forehead as he is a Crouching Tiger stretch position, then exits stage left. She wastes a lot of time, walking around the hallways, asking random Rampage workers where can find The Queen. They don’t know sh!t. A few minutes and lucky turns later. Sienna Wolf finds Queen Melody’s locker room. A mischievous look about her, she shifts the gift bag from her right hand to her left hand before proceeding to knock on the door.
Melody’s bodyguard, Rory opens the door. Before he can even say anything, Sienna thrusts the gift bag into his arms.
Sienna: You are a hunk. That’s a gift for the Queen, not you. So don’t go getting all nosey. Just paying taxes or homage or whatever. Have a good night. Bye.
Sienna spins on a dime, quickly making her way around the corner, heading back to Salvation. Rory looks after her as she leaves, a puzzled expression on his face before he retreats back into Malone's locker room.
Rory: Weird...
Melody Malone: What's weird?
Malone finally looks up from her phone as Rory holds up the gift bag. She gives him a confused look before setting the phone down.
Melody Malone: Who's it from?
Rory: Dunno? I didn't recognize her. Says it's for you though.
Melody Malone: That is weird... but hey, if they're finally getting the message to respect the reign, better late than never. We'll open it later, first things first. We've got a Gabi Vee problem to go take care of. Shall we?
Rory reaches his hand out, pulling Melody to her feet from the sofa lounge before they make their way out of the locker room, the gift bag left sitting on a coffee table as the camera focuses on the gift before fading out.
MATCH SIX
Gabrielle Visconty VS Queen Melody Malone
Non Title - Singles Match
REF: Mike Michaelson
Gabrielle Visconty VS Queen Melody Malone
Non Title - Singles Match
REF: Mike Michaelson
We return to ringside and cut to the commentary booth.
KD: Some interesting developments backstage, and now we move into a match with Melody Malone herself.
P-Dug: Taking on BRAWL's Gabrielle Visconty. Their last match, from what I understand, was a match of the night winner. We should be in for a decent showing here.
Chriqui: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, residing in Honolulu, Hawaii and weighing in at 120 pounds... GABRIELLE VISCONTY!!!
The lights in the arena dim and slowly pulse to the opening chords of "By Myself" by Linkin Park. Gabi Vee walks out to the entrance ramp and grins out at the crowd as she stops at the top of the ramp. She smirks as she looks over the crowd before heading down the ramp and towards the ring. Gabi interacts with the fans before she hops up on the side of the ring, smirking out to the crowd before she springboards herself gracefully into the ring and heads to her corner.
Chriqui: And the opponent, residing in San Diego, California and weighing in at 145 pounds, she is the reigning EWC Undisputed Champion... QUEEN MELODY MALONE!!!
The lights dim, but don’t go dark before the soft words of Billie Eilish’s “You Should See Me In A Crown” begin to play over the P.A. system. Melody comes out from backstage with her crown upon her head and her personal retainer Rory Hyland in tow. She’s unflinching to the crowd’s expression as she comes down the entrance ramp. Rory gets onto the apron, holding the ropes open for Melody to climb through without losing her crown. As Melody climbs into the ring, she gives the crowd a sarcastic smile before she relinquishes the crown to Rory and prepares for her match.
DING DING DING
Malone hits Gabby V with a right hand and an Irish whip into the corner. A backdrop takes Gabby V to the mat. Malone flips for a standing moonsault but Gabby V rolls to the side forcing Malone to land on her feet. Gabby V knocks her down with a clothesline. Malone gets to her feet, but Gabby V hits a right hand and an Irish whip to the corner. Malone reverses it sending Gabby V toward the corner. Gabby V springs off the middle rope and smacks Malone with a springboard Superman punch. Gabby V grabs Malone for a tiger driver. Malone counters by sliding over Gabby V's shoulders into an arm drag. Gabby V gets to her feet, but Malone clotheslines her over the top rope. Gabby V grabs the top rope however, Gabby V grabs the top rope and lands on the apron. Malone charges at Gabby V but Gabby V uses the ropes for leverage and kicks Malone in the head. Gabby V then slingshots over the top rope into an arm drag of her own. Both get to their feet and Gabby V kicks Malone in the gut and takes her down with a fisherman suplex. The referee counts.
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THR… NO! KICK OUT!!
Malone gets a shoulder up to stop the count. Both get to their feet. By a millisecond, Malone is on her feet first and Gabby V walks into a superkick. Malone covers.
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THR… NO! KICK OUT!!
Gabby V gets a shoulder up as Malone screams at the referee. Malone lifts Gabby V for a bodyslam and positions her in the corner in a tree of woe. Malone takes a few steps back and runs into a baseball slide. Malone hits nothing but post as Gabby V pulls herself to safety. Gabby V then drops on Malone with a top rope legdrop. She hooks the leg.
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TWO!!
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THR… NO! KICK OUT!!
Malone gets a shoulder off the mat to break.
KD: A very near fall there.
P-Dug: It's going to take a LOT more than that to topple my Queen.
Malone slowly gets to her feet. Gabby V comes running at her. Malone extends an arm for a clothesline. Gabby V ducks it and drives Malone to the mat with an Idjitbuster. She bridges into a pin.
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TWO!!
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THR… NO! KICK OUT!!
Malone rolls and kicks her way free. Both are on their feet and Malone strikes with a Crowning Achievement. Gabby V drops back, Malone dives for a cover,
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THR… NO! KICK OUT!!
Gabby V rolls to her side to break the count. Malone is on her feet, and she grabs Gabby V hitting a Queen's Exile. She rolls Gabby V over for cover.
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THR… NO! KICK OUT!!
Gabby V gets a shoulder an inch off the mat.
P-Dug: What determination by Gabby V to keep kicking out!
KD: Determination? Her face should be in Gabby bits and this match should be over! I don't know how she's kicking out!
Malone again argues with and screams at the referee. She doesn't see Gabby V roll to the apron and drag herself up the turnbuckles. Malone turns to the now empty space where Gabby V once was. She turns as Gabby V throws herself hitting an Angelrana.
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THR… NO! KICK OUT!!
Malone just manages to get a foot onto the bottom rope. Gaby V lifts Malone off the mat but Malone pulls Gabby V into the corner. Gabby V staggers out of the corner as Malone slips to the top turnbuckle. She leaps hitting Off With Her Head.
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall ... MELODY MALONE!!!!
Malone yanks her championship from the referees grasp and holds it in Gabby V's face before holding it high into the air. She then grabs Gabby V and throws her over the top rope to the outside and holds a single finger into the air.
KD: How disrespectful. Gabrielle Visconty gave her all and pushed Melody Malone for the entire match and that's how she responds?
P-Dug: One down, twenty-eight more to go. My Queen is just getting ready for The Rumble where she is walking in and out as Undisputed Champion.
KD: That's a giant hill she's got to climb, but now we cut to someone who knows all about climbing hills.
The X-Tron flickers into life, as we find the EWC X-Division Champion El Pablo, sitting - in what is obviously pre-recorded footage - in a plush, upholstered armchair in front of a cosily crackling fireplace. In his lap lies a large, old-fashioned-looking book, its pages tickled by the reflections of light that rebound off the title belt that sits around the Tecnico’s waist.
With a beaming grin upon his masked face, Pablo begins to read.
El Pablo: He sure cut a ton of vignettes to talk about it though. Garbage.
The Tecnico chuckles at the words, espoused with typical disdain by International Champion King Flip, in reference to Pablo’s breaking of Harlow Kinsley’s championship record earlier this season, during the run-up to Night of Champions XIX and the Insanity Cage. Shifting his gaze from the book to the camera, he shrugs.
El Pablo: Guess one more can’t hurt.
The screen suddenly SMASH CUTS, transporting us to last year’s Rumble and the climax of the X-Division Championship match between El Pablo and Stitches:
Stitches doesn’t just look angry. No, he looks livid. The Champion squeezes tightly onto El Pablo’s shoulders, partly out of frustration and also to keep him still.
He soon finds out, however, that during the X-tron playing, it gave El Pablo more than enough time. More specifically, time to escape the cuffs. He waves, then throws an elbow back into Stitches’ sternum! El Pablo quickly pivots around and forces Stitches to Taste The Rainbow (Frankensteiner Facebuster), driving him not only back onto the canvas, but the glass also!
El Pablo hooks the legs again!
ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall, AND THE NEW EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPION, EL PABLO!!!
Woo: Wow, folks! Just wow! From start to finish, that was everything I expected and more. Violent, but very satisfying to watch! A perfect display of what the X-Division is truly all about!
He soon finds out, however, that during the X-tron playing, it gave El Pablo more than enough time. More specifically, time to escape the cuffs. He waves, then throws an elbow back into Stitches’ sternum! El Pablo quickly pivots around and forces Stitches to Taste The Rainbow (Frankensteiner Facebuster), driving him not only back onto the canvas, but the glass also!
El Pablo hooks the legs again!
ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall, AND THE NEW EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPION, EL PABLO!!!
Woo: Wow, folks! Just wow! From start to finish, that was everything I expected and more. Violent, but very satisfying to watch! A perfect display of what the X-Division is truly all about!
As the new champion celebrates, the footage fades, leaving us with a black screen upon which the following message slowly filters into view:
AFTER 1281 DAYS IN THE WILDERNESS…
As quickly as it appears, the message vanishes, as our footage begins to show further highlights from Pablo’s reign, interspersed with more flashes of large white text:
Now it's Pablo, Flip, and Jamie circling around in the ring. Flip rushes at El Pablo, but he gets monkey tossed from the ring and goes soaring through one of the tables covered in thumbtacks. The fans go nuts. Jamie's eyes widen as the reality hits him that he could be next, just long enough for Pablo to get another handful of Skittles. FACEPAINTER!! Pablo pins Jamie!
ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
Dobrev: And your winner, and STILL .. EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPION ... EL PABLO!!!
Pablo holds his championship in the air in celebration. He climbs to the middle rope and holds the championship in the air with one hand and tosses a handful of colorful Skittles in the air. They land on and around him but he keeps his championship raised.
ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Dobrev: And your winner, and STILL .. EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPION ... EL PABLO!!!
Pablo holds his championship in the air in celebration. He climbs to the middle rope and holds the championship in the air with one hand and tosses a handful of colorful Skittles in the air. They land on and around him but he keeps his championship raised.
THROUGH 6 CHALLENGERS…
Pablo fires himself up and charges at Darius, nailing him with a dropkick that sends him into the corner! Pablo then leaps up onto the top rope, runs across it as fast as possible, then fires himself across the ring, kicking Darius in the face with the Five Star Express as flames erupt all around Pablo! Darius starts to stumble forward with eyes glazed over, but before he has a chance to react … a SECOND TASTE THE RAINBOW!! This time onto the broken glass!! Darius crashes hard and lays motionless in the bloodied wreckage!!
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!
Darius starts to push himself up with his hands …
EIGHT!
Darius gets up to a knee …
NINE!
But then Darius collapses down to the mat.
TEN!!!
Dobrev: Here is your winner and STILL! THE EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPION!!! EL PABLO!!!
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!
Darius starts to push himself up with his hands …
EIGHT!
Darius gets up to a knee …
NINE!
But then Darius collapses down to the mat.
TEN!!!
DING DING DING
Dobrev: Here is your winner and STILL! THE EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPION!!! EL PABLO!!!
ACROSS 4 DEFENCES…
Aiya gets to her feet and sets up the table. Pablo is on his feet. They exchange punches and elbow smashes until a punch to the gut drops Pablo to his knees. Aiya runs off the ropes and dropkicks a kneeling Pablo in the side of the head before climbing the cage wall. As she does. Pablo drags himself up the cage wall. At the top of the cage, Aiya shoves Pablo - his arms wave like a hummingbird as he tries to keep his balance. He leans forward and pushes Aiya. She falls from the cage and crashes through the table below. Pablo grabs a wire to steady himself before dropping from the cage with a splash. He comes crashing down onto Aiya as the bell rings.
Reid: And your winner and STILL EWC X-Division Champion ... EL PABLO!!!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner and STILL EWC X-Division Champion ... EL PABLO!!!
A 365-DAY REIGN…
The two men fly, but there's a struggle right before they do so; El Pablo reverses the grip, the crowd burbling on confusion and then exploding into a near-religious cacophony as the luchador delivers an insane, violently-perfect Spanish Fly from the top rope, down through the table! CRRRRRUUUUUUNCH! It explodes beneath the weight of the Philosopher, flames spiralling out of control around the lithe musculature of his form, charring the skin and setting his shattered soul aflame as he lies amidst the rubble, unmoving. El Pablo doesn't escape harm completely, but he rolls clear of the heat, falling against the ropes with a look of pure disbelief; he survived! Has... has he won?
The Technicolor Tecnico panics, but does the right thing; he dives through the fire and flames, a vision in crimson as he drags Dio from the mess and makes the cover, disregarding the sheer heat of his challenger's body...only for Dio to pull off the seemingly unthinkable, and cradle the champion in a small package! Both competitors' shoulders are down, but the ref is STILL making the count! What the hell!?
ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, I've been informed that both competitors' shoulders were down at the exact same time, meaning this match has been ruled a DRAW by the referee. As the title cannot change hands on a draw, I can announce that... STILL the EWC X-Division Champion ... EL PABLO!!!
The Technicolor Tecnico panics, but does the right thing; he dives through the fire and flames, a vision in crimson as he drags Dio from the mess and makes the cover, disregarding the sheer heat of his challenger's body...only for Dio to pull off the seemingly unthinkable, and cradle the champion in a small package! Both competitors' shoulders are down, but the ref is STILL making the count! What the hell!?
ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, I've been informed that both competitors' shoulders were down at the exact same time, meaning this match has been ruled a DRAW by the referee. As the title cannot change hands on a draw, I can announce that... STILL the EWC X-Division Champion ... EL PABLO!!!
…FACES ONE MORE CHALLENGE.
This time, rather than a single match, we see a rapid-fire montage of previous confrontations between King Flip and El Pablo; from the X-Division Contendership Three-Way at Paramount #11, through the Super 16 tournament match between Rushin’ Roulette and the Flip & Jack Connection and the afore-seen WrestleFest XIX to the Insanity Cage.
IN HIS 100TH EWC MATCH…
A final flurry of highlights shows us some of the landmark moments in the Technicolour Tecnico’s career; from winning the Indy Championship to the King of the Mountain Match and the success of Rushin’ Roulette.
EL PABLO
VERSUS KING FLIP
EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
EWC RUMBLE XIX
SEPTEMBER 26TH 2022
In closing, we hear a couple of soundbytes from Pablo promos past; a final, defiant rallying cry on the eve of arguably his greatest challenge:
El Pablo: Flip may not like to hear it but, for three-hundred-and-sixty-five days, I’ve ruled over the X-Division with a flame-grilled, barbed-wire-wrapped, Skittles-loaded steel fist. I’ve proven, beyond any semblance or spectre of doubt, that there is nobody that can touch me when it comes to competing within the multi-faceted theatre of ultraviolence!
But, I can’t just continue to coast by on the fact I conquered Harlow Kinsley’s X-Division record; I need to keep moving; keep winning; keep taking names, Painting Faces and pushing our Technicolour gravy train along that golden road towards the Undisputed Championship!
As Pablo's words echo into the darkness, a final message dissolves onto the X-Tron:
VIVA LA RAINBOWLUTION.
The X-Tron springs to life and we cut to an empty basketball court. There are a few people standing around, shooting hoops and shooting the breeze. We cut over to one of the many benches were we find JoJo Rush & The Florida Man seated.
Florida Man: My ma-in-law always said, the easiest way to see what’s truly in a man’s heart is to get your sister to seduce him. Well, I ain’t got a sister and my brother is in prison for slapping his girlfriend in the eye with a ghost pepper hot wing. So I’m going to try a different way with a little interview. Joining me today for our debut episode of SWAMP TALK is JoJo Rush! Now, this is airing on Friday Night Rampage but we’re here on a Tuesday because JoJo, from what I understand, you have a big match coming up on Rampage and won’t actually be at the arena?
JoJo: Hold yer horses, pardner. Is yer name really “Florida Man”?
Florida Man: I am not too up to date on my legal beagle but yes, that is what my birth certificate says. Sir Florida Man Bartholomew The 2nd at your service. Speaking of unusual names, where does JoJo Rush come from?
JoJo: Ah come from the great state of Texas. But if yer askin’ me where mah name comes from; ah’m keepin’ that card close to mah chest if ya don’t mind.
Florida Man: I do love a good mysterious fella. I hear Texas is lovely this time of the year, right as autumn begins to creep in.
JoJo: Oh it’s beautiful down South. Ah love the Fall in mah homestate almost as much as ah love ‘da summer heat down in Mexico where ah’ll be takin’ on mah toughest challenge yet.
After JoJo finishes, Florida Man reaches down and pulls off his New Balance tennis shoes and his socks.
Florida Man: Yes yes, this match down in Mexico. Sounds like it’ll be hotter than hell, plus you’ve got people trying to crack you on the noggin and leave you laying in the dirt for them to make their getaway in that air conditioned van. How does one even cope with the idea of such a match?
JoJo: Cope? That’s just another day in the life of ‘dis Cowboy.
Florida Man: Everyone gets to bring their own weapon of choice right? What type of sick instrument of pain are you bringing? Is it a pack of ghost pepper hot wings? They’ll burn someone’s cornea right good so I’ve heard.
JoJo: Ah bringin’ the most important tool of the cowboy’s trade, a lasso! The rope itself is tougher ‘den two dollar steak, and those city-slickers ah’m facin’ won’t know how to use one if they lives depended on it. And out there in the desert? It just might.
Florida Man pulls off his t-shirt and neatly folds it before setting it down on top of his shoes and socks.
Florida Man: I ain’t never saw that Ted Lasso show but my wife’s sister loves it. Got one of them Apple Tevo things… You know, I bet you could buy a lot of those things with the money you’d get from winning this match. But not everyone chases money, what do you wrestle for?
JoJo raises an eyebrow. He then looks towards the production crew backstage before turning attention back to Florida Man:
JoJo: Ah’m wrasslin’ for mah brother, Eli he– what in tarnation are ya doin’?
Florida Man begins to unbutton his pants, he turns to JoJo.
Florida Man: Oh this? I’m going to go play some basketball when we’re finished here. I read on the facebook that because of gravity your clothes add like 50 pounds of water weight when you start sweating. And so I’m gearing up to go win a game of horse. You were saying, about your brother?
JoJo groans and turns his head slowly to look away.
JoJo: That don’t sound right, but ah ain’t got enough of a background in science to tell ya one way or ‘da other.
Florida Man: The guy I follows, he’s a bald headed guy who makes meth so I figure he’s gotta know something about science.
JoJo: Mah Momma didn’t raise me to believe what strangah’s on the internet say…
JoJo then stands up and throws off his shirt and proclaims.
JoJo: Ah say we gotta put it to ‘da test. What’chu think, Florida man?
Florida Man: I like your spirit!
Florida Man finishes pulling down his pants.
JoJo rips off his chaps with a quick and violent tug.
JoJo: Pass me ‘da rock, Florida Man!
Florida Man jumps up to his feet and tosses JoJo the ball as they both run onto the court, the people who were playing basketball now begin to run and scream off the court.
MATCH SEVEN
Moxie VS Jason Hunter
Singles Match For HBO Broadcast Championship
REF: Pierce Patterson
Moxie VS Jason Hunter
Singles Match For HBO Broadcast Championship
REF: Pierce Patterson
We return to ringside where Pierce Patterson is checking over the ropes.
KD: Well that was... certainly something... Friday Night Rampage, do we have a match for you! This one couldn't be closer on paper; two men who have tasted gold, two men who competed together at Parabellum, and two of the most promising young talent in the business today. Moxie! Jason Hunter! There can be only one HBO Champion, and I for one cannot wait to see how this goes down.
P-Dug: You almost had to, big bro, but here on HBO we don't stop the program just 'cuz an old woman drops dead! But you can bet recent events have lit a fire in him, and Moxie's a bona fide badass working his way back up the card to claim the crown he deserves. He may be royalty in his own right, but Hunter just doesn't have the edge for this one; he'll be lucky to get out alive.
Chriqui: The following bout is for one fall, and is for the HBO Broadcast Championship! Introducing first, from London, England & weighing in at two hundred and two 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 San Fransciso, California, and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... the HBO Broadcast Champion... 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 and title belt off him before leaving the ring with him glaring at the person warming up in the corner looking very serious to fight.
KD: My brother said it right, Moxie's mad and bad to the bone - and he's looking to break the bones of every man in his path. He won't be content with any result other than an outstanding victory tonight.
P-Dug: Hey, I said what I said, but let's take nothin' away from Jason Hunter. He's got the pedigree, he's got the skill, and if by some miracle he can dig deep and find that elusive killer instinct... who the hell knows?
DING DING DING
The champion is a man possessed, showing his fight immediately as he darts forward and starts throwing hands. Game to the challenge, Moxie covers up, and even fires back with a firm shot to the gut - but Hunter soaks it, and spins into the ropes, wasting no time in going high and hard as he springboards off into his flipping DDT! The X! Moxie's folded in half, trying to shake off the cobwebs as he's pulled back to his feet and knocked about with a couple of stiff uppercuts, then a big step-in superkick that sends him over the top rope to a massive pop from the crowd!
Not putting on the brakes, Hunter signals to the crowd, then breaks into a sprint, rebounding off the opposite set of ropes and plowing into a massive suicide dive! ...but Moxie's equal to it, stumbling aside and sending the other man into a barricade with a little added assistance, then rapidly tying up his arms and pushing the offense with a series of stomps to the chest and face! Hunter's in trouble, but a scowling Moxie breaks off the assault to beat the count, sliding on back into the ring.
He takes his sweet time thereafter, flicking out his wrists and stretching as a rattled Jason makes it in on the count of eight. He walks right into a boot to the gut, then a standing armbar that's worked over for a few moments, before the Prince of Wrestling is carried from his feet by a short-arm clothesline! Moxie holds onto the arm, now working a kimura on the ground, using his technical acumen and deceptive power to keep the other man from the ropes. Hunter fights back with a will, only to be picked up and SLAMMED back down, into a similar predicament - but this time, Moxie's targeting the hand, bending back those fingers, as the crowd desperately rally behind Jason Hunter. Moxie laughs, berating them for their allegiance, and bends all the harder, as screams of pain become to pour from the throat of the champion...
KD: Moxie might win this match by an I Quit, he might do it!
P-Dug: I think Jason Hunter would rather pass out than quit, he'd never be able to look at his mother again if he quit.
Jason's agony is uncomfortably audible, but with a fresh surge of effort he manages to contort over and through, lancing a leg up to slam a heel into the side of Moxie's head. The British brute holds on, but takes a second and a third kick until he's forced to relinquish, staggering to his feet and away, swiping at the trickle of blood now emerging from his temple. Hunter looks like he's only got one good arm, but he pursues anyway, sweat dripping from his forehead as he springs into a flying forearm. Moxie falls against the ropes, and Hunter yanks him forward into a massive calf kick that drops the Brit. The champ starts working in an Indian deathlock, eating a few scything elbows for his trouble--
--and he's bust open too! Roaring, Hunter sinks the hold in more deeply, and his yells come in tandem with Moxie's now, as the challenger claws for the bottom rope and misses, falling to the mat and adding greater torque to the submission. Patterson asks him to submit, and Moxie spits at the official, shaking his head empathically 'no!'
Another surge of strength sees the Brit close his hand on the bottom rope, and Hunter is forced to break; but he waits as long as possible, getting the most out of the hold even as he begins to gas out. Both men look tired as they get to their feet, Moxie limping slightly, Jason trying to shake out his still-numb arm, blood pouring down a side of each resolute face.
They close in, and begin striking one another from pillar to post. A roaring forearm from Moxie, a roundhouse to the ribs from Jason, a pair of dueling superkicks that see both men staggering but neither going down, and then both seem to go for a second attempt-- only for Moxie to slip aside, grab the kicking leg and use it as a fulcrum to SMASH Jason Hunter into the ring post! He follows up with a basement dropkick to the back of the skull, then bodily hoists the other man up and over, nailing a Michinoku Driver toward the middle of the ring! Rather than go for the cover, he flips him over, working in the London's Calling (Regal Stretch), the injured arm looped back against his own mass.
Jason Hunter seems to pass out for a moment, and the official straightens up to call the match--
--but then the champion ROARS back to life, literally, clawing at the canvas, with an effort of strength and will dragging him and Moxie both across the ring, to secure a desperate, white-fingered hand on the bottom rope, his body contorted by the effort.
P-Dug: That's a giant escape for the champion, and Moxie might be feeling mighty worried right now.
KD: The longer this goes, I don't know who it favors!
Moxie is sneering as he stalks the ring around the recovering Hunter, psyching himself up with a couple of palms to the skull - his hand coming away covered in his own blood. Jason is shaking as he gets to his feet, pushing away from the ring ropes with an abandon that speaks of bravery more than tactical wisdom. The Brit barks a callous laugh, and drives forward into another thudding kick to the thigh, only to go wide-eyed as the Prince of Wrestling keeps on stepping in, ducking down to HAUL the challenger over his shoulders. The crowd are going wild as he stomps toward the corner, and manages to get to the middle rope under the weight of Moxie, turning into a leap-- and a crunching knee to the midsection! JASON'S DROP!
Moxie tumbles into the center of the ring, clutching his ribs, and Jason stumbles back into the corner, pulling himself all the way to the top this time. He extends his hands, framing the downed Moxie, and then leaps, spinning into Jason's Score--
--and an empty pool! Moxie rolls aside, pushing the sweat and hair from his eyes as he comes up onto all fours and then pounces, driving rough knees into the other man's skull. Mounting up, he starts to rain down forearms, blood staining the mat as he pounds away, then shifting into a delirious, savage armbar, screaming bloody murder as he works the shoulder and elbow into line, then shifts grip and with a terrible purpose, bends back Hunter's battle-worn digits...
SNNNNAAAAAAPPPP!
Jason Hunter gives voice to his agony as several fingers break at once, and Moxie brays another cold laugh, gritting his teeth as he shifts grip once more and sinks in the armbar. The champion has no choice; it's tap or be further broken!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: Your winner, via submission, and the NEW HBO Broadcast Champion ... MOXIE!!!!
As brutal as his tactics are, Moxie is quick to relinquish the hold on hearing the bell, dropping the agonized Hunter like a sack of moldy potatoes and surging to his feet, slamming fists in both his own cheeks and yelling at the crowd as they give him a decidedly mixed response. Many rally against him, jeers and boos raining down as the new champion accepts his belt and has his arm raised, throwing the other up to join it. Looking down at Hunter, he silently sends down a grudging nod of respect, only to immediately turn away with a victorious leer, slamming one hand against the belt, and the other against his chest - before throwing a finger high. The atmosphere is intense; a soccer stadium on the verge of riot, as Alexander Egan etches his name back into the list of champions...
KD: Signalling the start of his new rise, MOXIE proves he's back on top of his game with a title-winning performance that you'd have to argue was a world-beater, but did he go a little too far? Did he just put a target on his back?
P-Dug: Hell yeah, he did! But there's no such thing as too far when you're a goddamned fighter! Jason Hunter knew what he was walking into, and he fought fire with fire. Both men are bloody, both men are gonna be feeling this one for weeks, and you gotta respect the hustle. There's only one thing Jason can do; heal up, grow some new fingers, and come back swinging!
KD: You've got that right. And now we move into our main event!
MAIN EVENT
JoJo Rush VS Xavier Reid VS El Pablo
THE MELTDOWN IN MEXICO - Non Title - Match Takes Place In The Chihuahuan Desert - Opponents Are Dropped Off With A Weapon Of Their Choice. First One To Make Their Way Into The Air Conditioned Van Wins & Gets A Ride Back To The Arena. The Losers Walk.
REF: Toyo Yasahiro
JoJo Rush VS Xavier Reid VS El Pablo
THE MELTDOWN IN MEXICO - Non Title - Match Takes Place In The Chihuahuan Desert - Opponents Are Dropped Off With A Weapon Of Their Choice. First One To Make Their Way Into The Air Conditioned Van Wins & Gets A Ride Back To The Arena. The Losers Walk.
REF: Toyo Yasahiro
cut up to the X-Tron and find ourselves in the dessert.
DING DING DING
Xavier Reid is the first competitor to be dropped off. He exits the neon blue van that drops him off and retrieves a shovel before they depart. Xavier beelines west directly, as if on a mission.
Next dropped off is JoJo Rush. He exits his neon white van with a lasso in hand and studies his surroundings. He eyes a rattler about ten yards away and makes his way around the creature without disturbing it before heading towards the center of their triangle.
Last dropped off is X-Division Champion El Pablo. He drags a wheelbarrow out of the neon pink van. Inside there are 4 piñatas, each looking like Xavier Reid's face. El Pablo begins to whistle and he makes his way towards the center.
KD: Reminder, all 3 men were dropped off at different points on the triangle. In the center of the triangle there is a neon purple van with air conditioning waiting to drive the winner back to the arena. The losers will walk.
P-Dug: This is a brutal match our brother threw together and I'm beginning to question if Mom didn't hug him enough.
El Pablo comes to a dip in the landscape and his wheelbarrow topples over and he hits the dirt, his face smashing into a cactus plant. El Pablo grunts as he pulls a needle out of his face, and gives a sigh of relief that wasn't in his eye. He mumbles to himself about being careful and then he makes his way to his wheelbarrow. Out of nowhere a wild boar comes running up on the X-Division Champion and he barely has enough time to vault over the rushing beast! The beast spins around and rushes at El Pablo again, and this time Pablo catches it with a dropkick that frightens it off. ELP grabs his barrow and heads towards the center, with haste in his steps.
Back at Xavier Reid's POV camera, he has found what he was looking for. A large formation of rocks. Xavier Reid starts to dig and before long he retrieves an object he shoves into his pocket. Reid turns around and sees a coyote foaming at the mouth coming towards him. The beast is skinny and appears to have not eaten in days, if not weeks. It gets without about a stones throw of Xavier and snarls, it jumps at Xavier and Xavier smacks that sapsucker out of the air like he was hitting a homerun, denting his shovel and sending the beast about five feet away. The coyote gets up and quickly runs away.
Back at JoJo's POV camera, he's sitting and talking a rabbit? JoJo pets the rabbit on the head and continues towards the center. He runs into another rattler, this one strikes at JoJo immediately. JoJo catches the snake out of air and scolds it for being rude before throwing it about ten feet away. JoJo continues his trek towards the center.
P-Dug: That man just talked to a snake, I've seen it all.
KD: JoJo did say he's at peace out here. What about ELP dropkicking a charging boar, that's a new one!
P-Dug: Never seen anyone hit a coyote with a shovel either.
Back at ELP's POV camera, he can faintly make out the neon purple van and he begins to smile at how good of time he was making... and then from behind him comes that wild boar smashing into the back of his legs and sending him into a backflip onto the top of his head! ELP pulls himself up and shakes his head, blood streaming from a wound at the top. The boar rushes him and slams into his torso, ELP goes flying about 4-5 feet. The boar rushes again, ELP barely moves before he gets gored. ELP pulls himself up and lets out a scream as the boar charges, ELP drops to his back and monkey flips the boar about three feet away! The boar gets up and rushes, ELP lunges forward and palm strikes the boar hard enough to stop the charge instantly. The boar falls over, unconscious so fuck off PETA, and ELP limps over to his wheelbarrow to make it to the van.
Back at Reid's POV, it is already getting dark but he can just barely make out the neon purple van. He starts to run towards it. He looks around and sees he's the first. He smiles at the thought of leaving, but he can hear humming on the horizon so he sets out to make a trap.
JoJo Rush is rounding the corner humming just as his foot gives out and he stumbles down a slight hill. He looks back and sees there was a quick hole dug, he turns back towards the van and gets a thwack upside his head by Xavier Reid. Reid heads towards the van, he opens the door and then gets ripped backwards into an exploder suplex by a very angry JoJo Rush. JoJo wraps his lasso around Reid's legs, and then whips him with the other end. ELP comes up from behind and dropkicks JoJo in the back and now all three men are at the van!
KD: Everyone has made it to the van, and now this one is going to heat up quickly I'd say.
P-Dug: First one to get in that van, shut the door and buckle their seatbelt wins this match.
ELP heads over to his wheelbarrow, he grabs one of the Reiñatas (see what I did there) and shakes it. Sounds like there is a liquid inside. ELP throws it at JoJo as he stands, and it shatters over his face sending Valentina Hot Sauce right into JoJo's eyes! JoJo yells out in pain, ELP grabs another Reiñata and heads over. He throws it on the ground and pulls JoJo into a neckbreaker on the Reiñata. It bursts open and ELP starts spreading the contents onto the dirt. They are Legos! ELP smiles like the devil but Xavier Reid rushes him and floors him with a dropkick that sends him backwards into the van, smashing the left side-view mirror against his back. ELP stumbles forward winded and Xavier Reid flips him backwards into a rainham maker onto the Legos! ELP yells out as Legos shred his back.
Reid grabs both of ELP's wrists and begins to stomp down upon his head with nasty stomps. Reid opens the van door and goes to climb in, but JoJo Rush lasso's his head and yoinks him backwards into a European uppercut. JoJo drags Reid up and kicks ELP off the Legos, JoJo then lands a fallaway slam on Reid into the Legos!
P-Dug: This might be the most brutal match I have ever seen.
KD: Legos are the devil.
JoJo Rush heads to the van and starts to climb in, Xavier Reid pulls whatever he had in his pocket out and it's a taser! Reid zaps JoJo and he goes still for a second before stumbling backwards. Reid grabs JoJo and rolls him up onto the legs before dropping the cover and stomping him in the face. Reid looks up and a Reiñata slams against his face! Thumbtacks rain down on Reid & JoJo. ELP punches the last Reiñata in the wheelbarrow, it's skittles! He grabs a handful and takes off at Reid. ELP jumps over JoJo and slams a flying palm strike into Reid's face, flying facepainter!
ELP drags JoJo up and goes to powerbomb him into the Legos, dirt and tacks but JoJo reverses into a Hurricanrana that spikes ELP on his head! JoJo crawls over to Reid's shovel and picks it up. ELP gets to his feet and JoJo cracks the handle against his head, causing ELP to slump back against the van. JoJo drops the shovel and rushes in for a dropkick, ELP moves! JoJo kicks the van so hard it moves a smidgen and two windows shatter. JoJo grabs his leg and yells out in pain as he pulls himself up. JoJo limps backwards trying to shake feeling into his leg and he trips over the shovel, as he falls he spins around and at that moment Xavier Reid kips up and jumps into a BEAST Slayer catching JoJo on the way down! Xavier Reid grabs up the shovel and swings wildly at ELP, looking to take his head off! ELP ducks the shovel and FACEPAINTER TO REID'S THROAT! Reid stumbles backwards, choking. ELP grabs a handful of Legos, bloody dirt and tacks and throws it in Reid's face! Reid chokes for air and ELP launches himself forward onto Reid's shoulders and Taste The Rainbow! Frankensteiner facebuster! ELP wastes no time and pulls himself into the van, he slams the door shut and buckles his belt. The van springs to life as the driver who was sleeping suddenly peels out of there.
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner ... EL PABLO!!!
El Pablo reaches into his pocket and retrieves some skittles, he begins to throw them out the window and celebrate his win as they drive off. The driver yells at him to shut the window and stop wasting the air! After a few minutes, JoJo and Xavier Reid pull themselves up and realize what happened. JoJo kicks some dirt and swears, but starts making his way in the direction the van tracks go. Xavier Reid picks up a giant rock and throws it at JoJo, but JoJo ducks it and tells him to hurry up or get lost city slicker. Reid kicks the dirt, flips off JoJo and then begins to follow. We cut back ringside to the announcers desk.
KD: That was an insane match. I don't think I have ever seen anything to that level.
P-Dug: The X-Division Champion gets the win and continues to rule the yard when it comes to hardcore matches, but JoJo and Reid both had that one a few times I'd say.
KD: I agree, they nearly had it in the bag... but congrats to El Pablo. We'll see you n...
The X-Tron flickers to life as a feed comes in from a field somewhere.
KD: What is this?
P-Dug: I don’t have the slightest idea, have we been hacked?
There is laughter behind the camera, and then we swerve around to see a 2022 Chevrolet Silverado 2500HD. The voice laughs again and then turns the camera in the direction of two gasoline cans on either side of two pairs of legs, one set more slender than the other.. The camera pans up to see Phoenix Winterborn, alongside Krys Jericho.
PW: Oh Grizz…you're adorable, my guy. A proper suspension huh? Ah, that's a shame. The dusty couch in my guest house is so excited. Meanwhile, my ACTUAL house is getting some decent activity, so thanks for that. Besides, everyone could use a good can of Pringles sometimes. Gotta have those chill nights, y'know? But…a little birdie told me that this is your truck you have EWC ship all over the world. It's a really nice truck, I must admit. Good color to it…I'm sure you have every quality of life package on this bish, don't you? I figured as much, don't answer that. What I want you to answer, though…is this. Where in the hell do you think you get off suspending me?! ME! Of all people, Grizzly. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I thought you were smarter than that, but I guess not."
Phoenix took a moment to walk around the vehicle, tracing his fingers along the edge of the truckbed.
PW: Man…you really should've cleaned this at some point. It was gettin all dusty and grimey. Well, i took the liberty of giving you a hand, my guy. So I cleaned it. With about thirty gallons of gas. So…unless you want me to be roasting marshmallows and hotdogs using the drivers seat of your truck? I'd rescind that suspension.
He paused for a moment, looking over at Krys with a smirk.
PW: I don't think we're getting an answer from him, Krys. What do you think?
KJ: ...
PW: Shame, too. I kinda like cars and trucks but…this one is on you, Grizzly. I hope to Gaia that you have full coverage on this thing. Remember. You have no one to blame for this but yourself, and your own actions.
Circling back to the side of the truck, Phoenix and Krys both take the final gas can on each side of them, dumping it out onto one line leading away from the truck. A safe distance away, they toss the cans aside, as Krys hands him a book of matches. With an expressionless look on his face, he took one from the book and lit it. Spreading the flame to the remaining matches, he tossed it behind him as the matchbook hit the trail of gas. In moments, flames engulfed the brand new truck, inside and out. The flames burned brighter as Phoenix started laughing.
PW: I TOLD YOU, GRIZZLY! IT WAS ONLY GONNA GET WORSE FOR YOU UNTIL YOU BECOME A MAN, AND FACE ME! RAMPAGE UNCENSORED! YOU AND ME! ILL BE AT THE NEXT RAMPAGE, SUSPENSION BE DAMNED! YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO BRING THE NATIONAL GUARD TO KEEP ME FROM GETTING TO YOU, BOY!
The camera zoomed in close to Phoenix and Krys.
PW: I am my namesake, Duggan. I will always rise again. As many times as needed to show you how good I am, and how much of a farce you are…enjoy your new truck. I know I did…
The camera cuts backstage into Grizzly Duggan's office, the general manager flips over his desk and yells for the cameras to cut.
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Matthiesen
Southern Express
Omega Commandos
King Flip
Darna Dare
Salvation/Melody Malone
El Pablo
The Florida Man/JoJo Rush
Phoenix Winterborn
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH TWO
WRITER: FN'R
MATCH THREE
WRITER: The Mad King
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Chunks of Darna Dare
MATCH SIX
WRITER: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH SEVEN
WRITER: Chunks of Darna Dare
MATCH EIGHT | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: FN'R
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RECAP OF WINNERS
MATCH ONE
Autumn Raven VS Jamie Love
First Of Best Two Of Three Series - Submission Match
WINNER(S): Jamie Love
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MATCH TWO
Mechanical Animals VS Omega Commandos VS Southern Express
Triple Threat Tornado Tag
WINNER(S): Southern Express (Animals Pinned)
...
MATCH THREE
King Flip VS Megumi Sengoku
Singles Match
WINNER(S): King Flip
...
MATCH FOUR
Ace King VS Mercenary
Singles Match
WINNER(S): Ace King
...
MATCH FIVE
Andrea Hernandez VS Lavender
Non Title - Singles Match
WINNER(S): Lavender
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MATCH SIX
Gabrielle Visconty VS Queen Melody Malone
Non Title - Singles Match
WINNER(S): Melody Malone
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MATCH SEVEN
Moxie VS Jason Hunter
Singles Match For HBO Broadcast Championship
WINNER(S): AND NEW HBO BROADCAST CHAMPION - MOXIE
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MAIN EVENT
JoJo Rush VS Xavier Reid VS El Pablo
THE MELTDOWN IN MEXICO - Non Title
WINNER(S): El Pablo
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: El Pablo & Southern Express
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Andrea Hernandez VS Lavender & Gabrielle Visconty VS Queen Melody Malone
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