Rampage #521 - Season Finale - New York, New York
Nov 17, 2023 19:44:26 GMT -6
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Post by FN'R on Nov 17, 2023 19:44:26 GMT -6
WARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event...
»»SEASON FINALE!!!««
Prizes & Punishments!!!
Prizes & Punishments!!!
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents
FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE
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EPISODE #521
NOVEMBER 17TH 2023
NOVEMBER 17TH 2023
Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York
EWC RAMPAGE
11/17/2023
Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York
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
11/17/2023
Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York
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 TOO MUCH AND YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT, ASKING FOR IT, ASKING!
YOU CAN BLAME BAD LUCK, BUT YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT, ASKING FOR IT, ASKING!!!"
The fans scream for delight as the Extreme-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.
{GAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE!}
{GO MOXIE, KILL THE DUGGANS!}
{LAVENDER IS THE RIGHTFUL UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!}
{XAVIER IS GONNA REID YOU A NEW JOURNAL!}
{BURN BRIGHT MY PHOENIX!!!}
{DO IT FOR LEMMY!}
FNR！
FNR！
FNR！
FNR！
The camera flashes back to the Extreme-Tron which shows the current FN'R roster. Ace King, Autumn Raven, Cassie Wolfe, Cosmo Goldworthy, Declan O'Connor, Chris Page, Vin Havoc, Jamie Love, Jason Anderson, Kendrick Kross, Kisikil, Lavender, Luke Saito, Mercenary, Moxie, Phoenix Winterborn, Ruthann Anderson, Samantha Hamilton and Emiko Okita. We cut back to Cosmo Goldworthy who holds his HBO Broadcast Championship high, then Chris Page holding up the United States Championship. He gives a smirk of pride as feed cuts back into a look at the roster. There's another round of pyro.
"MAYBE YOU TALKED TOO MUCH AND YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT, ASKING FOR IT, ASKING!
YOU CAN BLAME BAD LUCK, BUT YOU WERE ASKING FOR IT, ASKING FOR IT, ASKING!!!"
The fans scream for delight as the Extreme-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.
{GAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE!}
{GO MOXIE, KILL THE DUGGANS!}
{LAVENDER IS THE RIGHTFUL UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!}
{XAVIER IS GONNA REID YOU A NEW JOURNAL!}
{BURN BRIGHT MY PHOENIX!!!}
{DO IT FOR LEMMY!}
FNR！
FNR！
FNR！
FNR！
The camera flashes back to the Extreme-Tron which shows the current FN'R roster. Ace King, Autumn Raven, Cassie Wolfe, Cosmo Goldworthy, Declan O'Connor, Chris Page, Vin Havoc, Jamie Love, Jason Anderson, Kendrick Kross, Kisikil, Lavender, Luke Saito, Mercenary, Moxie, Phoenix Winterborn, Ruthann Anderson, Samantha Hamilton and Emiko Okita. We cut back to Cosmo Goldworthy who holds his HBO Broadcast Championship high, then Chris Page holding up the United States Championship. He gives a smirk of pride as feed cuts back into a look at the roster. There's another round of pyro.
Chriqui: Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome your EWC United States Champion… “THE ELITE” Chris Page!
“The Mess We’ve Made” by Sin Shake Sin begins to play. It’s not just “The Elite” Chris Page who walks out from the back, but Cosmo Goldworthy as well.
Chriqui: … And uh… being accompanied by your HBO Broadcast Champion… COSMO GOLDWORTHY!
KD: It’s not every day that you see Champion and challenger accompany each other to the ring for a contract signing, Polar!
P-Dug: In true House fashion, of course. This group doesn’t half-ass anything.
The two enter the ring, Page first. He holds the ropes open for his House-mate and Cosmo offers a casual gesture of gratitude to Page. Cosmo reciprocates the gesture by pulling a rolling chair out from the table for Page. Page nods to him and sits down. Cosmo makes his way to the other side of the table and pulls his own chair out and sits. At the head of the table sits Friday Night Rampage General Manager Grizzly Duggan in a nicely-tidied suit. He has a folder in front of him, obviously the contract for the two’s match at WrestleFest. The music dies down as both men grab the respective microphone sitting in front of them.
Duggan: Chris… Cosmo… it’s time for the two of you to put fresh ink on that dry paper to make your contest official for the United States Championship at WrestleFest. Do either of you have anything to say before we do this?
Goldworthy: W…
Page: Yeah, I’ve got something to say.
The crowd oohs as Page cuts Cosmo off.
Page: I’m sorry, Cosmo. I assumed this was a Champion-goes-first type of thing.
Goldworthy smirks as he concedes to Page.
Page: By the time WrestleFest comes along, I will have been a member of The House for a few months. Of course, you will have been a long-standing member at that point. But the good thing about The House is that we are all on equal playing fields here and no one of us is better than the other. But I do need to say… don’t forget whose Championship is on the line, here. We are going to compete for MY United States Championship, which means that I have a hell of a lot more to lose than you do. House-mates or not, I am going to do anything and everything I can in order to keep this Championship.
Page flops the United States Championship on the table right in front of Cosmo. Cosmo takes a peek down at it as Page continues.
Page: When it’s all said and done, we will go back to being friends and House-mates. But only one of us can walk out of WrestleFest as the United States Champion and you know damn well who that’s going to be.
Goldworthy: Hm. With all due respect Page, that guy is going to be me. The writing has been on the wall since I’ve got here, I’m the guy to run this show from here on out. Every single opportunity I’ve gotten? I’ve ran with it and made more. Now that’s not to put down what you’ve done, but by WrestleFest I won’t just be in the running for rookie of the year but also Rampage superstar of the year. You’ve had a hell of a first year Page, but it’s about time I solidify that mine has been bet—
Before Cosmo can get any further, Page puts the microphone up to his mouth and cuts him off. Cosmo seethes upon hearing Page's voice, completely losing his train of thought right then and there.
Page: You know what your problem is, sometimes, Cosmo? You don’t know when to stop running that mouth of yours. You’ve gone on and on for a while now about what kind of year you’re having and how well you did at Parabellum. And yet… it wasn’t YOU who actually won the damn thing. You didn’t end the evening as a survivor. You were eliminated. There may be two people in this ring who had a strong showing at that event but only one of us ended the night as the true surviving victor. “THE ELITE” is the one who carried Team RamPage and, if it wasn’t for me, you would never have had your hand raised in victory. When I talk I bring receipts and there’s nowhere in the record books that you could dispute what I just said.
Goldworthy: No, you’re right. You are the one who got THEE win at Parabellum. I can’t take that away from you, but I don’t appreciate you acting like you did all the work. I pinned not one but two champions, matter of a fact I took a goddamn bullet for you! And you know what you did? There was no thank you, you claimed that you carried me! So let’s leave Parabellum in the dust, yeah? What about everything else this season? The names that I’ve taken down, the run that I’ve had as HBO Broadcast Champion.. Meanwhile when you held this championship, you choked at Scars & Stripes. Three defenses and countin’, and I’m fixin’ not just to leave WrestleFest with the brand new Television Championship but also the United States Championship to remind your ass that I am everything that YOU’RE NOT. So you can have Parabellum! But you won’t have the big win, because that belongs to me.
Cosmo points to himself the moment he says that, asserting his point. Page rolls his eyes, making sure to take another glance at his United States Championship laid firmly on the table. Cosmo eyes Page, and then the championship. After looking at the United States Championship, Cosmo looks over to his HBO Broadcast Championship on his shoulder.
Page: I had my big win at the Rumble when I beat The Mercenary for this Championship. And don’t you dare forget that no one technically beat ME for the HBO Broadcast Championship. It got taken from me by a technicality. That belt should damn sure still be around my waist if it wasn’t for the stupid stipulation that this big idiot sitting at the table made for the end of the Best of RamPage Tournament. Where were YOU at Scars and Stripes while I was in the Main Event? Catering?
Goldworthy: Sure! I actually was in catering wondering how you fucked that all up. But that same night, I not only competed in my second Rampage match ever but I won it. But let’s backtrack to what I said at first, because it’s my whole problem with you, Page. You haven’t worked for this like I have. I have faced adversity time and time again, and you? You’re a goddamn nepo baby. You didn’t even need to debut on Gambit! So relish in the past all you want, but the present tells me that your short time at the top is UP.
Page stands up from the table and looks down on Cosmo, who remains seated glaring at the United States Champion.
Page: Oh, you’ve got problems with me now? Because in my opinion, this ring is a problem-solver so maybe we ought to go ahead and solve these problems right now. Why wait until WrestleFest?!
Goldworthy: I tried to keep it civil, Page, but if this is what you want, then let’s solve our fuckin’ problem now! But if you’re walkin’ into WrestleFest with your teeth missin’, you can’t say I didn’t warn your ass..
Page waits to see if Cosmo is going to accept his challenge. Grizzly Duggan stands up from his chair.
Duggan: Before your mouth begins to write checks that your ass can’t cash, why don’t we just get back to business here.
KD: Brother, this one is heating up in a hurry!
P-Dug: Regardless of what these two are saying, we might just see The House starting to unravel in front of our eyes.
Page looks over at Duggan and takes a deep breath. He grabs the pen from on top of the contract and scribbles his name on the designated line. He caps the pen and tosses it at Goldworthy, watching it ricochet off of his chest and onto the mat. Goldworthy looks down at it and bends over to pick it up. He stands up from the chair and leans over, signing the contract, himself. He drops the pen on top of the contract and then grabs the United States Championship off of the table. He slings it over his shoulder, inciting another reaction from the crowd.
Page walks around the table and begins to jaw at Cosmo about it being his Championship and he needs to give it back. Cosmo turns, as if he was going to leave the ring with it. Page grabs Cosmo by the wrist and spins him back around. Cosmo and Page stand face-to-face and are in each others’ faces now. Page butts his forehead against Cosmo’s and pushes into him. Things are heating up big time and out come Eddie Dozier and Bruce Booth from the back. They run and slide into the ring. They get between Cosmo and Page and start to talk both of them down.
After a few moments and the crowd asking for them to tear each other apart, they back off from each other. Page runs his hand through his hair and then extends it. Booth is talking to Cosmo and Cosmo hesitates briefly. Finally, he reaches out and shakes Page’s hand. Cosmo turns to leave but Page doesn’t release his grip. Cosmo turns back around and Page kicks Cosmo swiftly in the balls. Cosmo drops to his knees and the United States Championship falls to the mat. Page reaches down and picks it up. He says, “That was for Parabellum. Now we’re even” before picking Cosmo up off of the mat and patting him on the back. The four men exit the ring as “The Mess We’ve Made” begins to play again.
KD: Well that sure was interesting, Polar.
P-Dug: It seems as if they’ve buried the hatchet, but not before Chris Page buried his foot up Cosmo’s scrotum!
KD: After an exiting opening segment, we've still got a ton to come. Including Lavender Vs Xavier Reid and Gideon Gage Vs Moxie!
KD: Don't go anywhere, we'll be back for the Rampage Season Finale right after this word from EWC TV!
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The tron flashes to life and the crowd begin to cheer as “The S-Factor” Scorpio’s face fills half the screen swiftly followed by Queen Melody Malone. The cheers increase further as the crowd are amped for their WrestleFest war. A calendar displaying today’s date appears before it begins to flip back through the months and years before landing on March 2020… it’s Stranglemania XV!
Woo: And in our main event of the evening, the Undisputed Championship is on the line! Melody Malone won the title at WrestleFest, getting the best of her lover Cyrus Black in a match that was for the history books! Now, in her first defense of the championship, she takes on a man who has been absolutely adamant about proving the naysayers wrong, and stopping whatever conspiracy he claims is out to keep him down...a man who has already proven himself more than deserving of accolades, defeating Ace King at WrestleFest to win the United States Championship and end the record-breaking title reign. With both competitors already competing earlier in the night, what will be the mindset as Melody Malone defends the Undisputed Championship against the S-Factor, Scorpio?
Gomez: It's like I said earlier Marcus, Scorpio's proven himself capable time and time again. If anyone can topple the Queen of EWC tonight, it's gonna be the Baddest Bitch on the Planet. Either way, this is one hell of a main event to round out the night!
We smash cut through Scorpio’s first encounter of Stranglemania, a two out of three falls match against Nezumi Hazama. We see Hazama utilise a sledgehammer to pick up the first fall early into the match, before the then-46th President overcomes the odds scoring one fall after a Heel Turn followed by another Heel Turn to score the third and retain the United States Championship. Slowly we fade through to the Hell In A Cell being lowered for the Undisputed Championship contest…
Gomez: This match is MONTHS in the making Woo, and I cannot wait to see the kind of hell these two bitches are about to put each other through. Tonight is a frontrunner for match of the year, I guarantee it!
Brooks: I know everyone wants to cancel 2020, but let’s not jump the gun calling it match of the year already Val.
We see the opening moments of the contest as both Malone and Scorpio counter one another back and forth, sending each other across the ring and into the mat with dodges and evasions – these are two who know one another’s movesets inside out. We even see them both going for an early pin rolling one another up into covers going back and forth with pinfall attempts and rope leverages as the crowd eat up every moment. The pair end up outside the cell as Scorpio picks up Malone’s signature crown an screams ”you’re no queen you whore!” before stamping the crown into a crumpled mess. The pair end up on top of the cell with a flaming table below, reminiscent of both Scorpio’s downfall at Night of Champions and Malone’s victory over him at YoungBlood. A smash-cut through their battle atop the cell as Malone sends Scorpio crashing into the roof with a brutal suplex and Scorpio rolls out the way of a knee strike to send Malone crashing into the chains. Finally we see both Scorpio’s manager Crème and Malone’s manager Vanessa scale the cage and join the pair to try and intervene, with Vanessa ending up in Scorpio’s clutches and Crème ending up in Malone’s in a quasi-hostage situation. Finally Malone breaks the deadlock spotting her opportunity to harm Scorpio as she superkicks Crème off the cage, leading to Scorpio sending Vanessa off the top through the burning table. In the final moments of the match we see Malone armed with a baseball bat and Scorpio armed with Vidal the hairdryer as Scorpio ducks a baseball bat swing and wraps the hairdryer’s cord around Malone’s throat, before nailing her with a Heel Turn to score the win and become the dual Undisputed and United States Champions.
Woo: After eight long months, you can hate how he did it… but Scorpio went through everything Malone could throw at him and it wasn’t enough to keep the S-Factor down.
Gomez: It is ABOUT TIME that the S-Factor got what he deserved! And screw the LA crowd for not showing some damn respect after this man went through the entire cell!
The tron finishes on Scorpio and Malone side by side with “THE END OF AN ERA, AND THE END OF A WAR… SCORPIO… MALONE… ONE LAST TIME AT WRESTLEFEST.”
P-DUG: One of the crowning achievements of Scorpio’s career was that night, a match that cemented him in EWC history…
KD: Though despite the predictions it didn't turn out to be match of the year as that went to another Scorpio encounter, the infamous President vs. President war at WrestleFest.
P-DUG: It was however an award-filled year for the S-Factor who took home Rampage Wrestler of The Year, and I’m hearing rumours he may have returned home for one last time…
KD: Scorpio was a Rampage wrestler in the early stages of his EWC career and I can confirm Brian Spade will be standing by with him later tonight for an interview in this very ring! Stay tuned!
Woo: And in our main event of the evening, the Undisputed Championship is on the line! Melody Malone won the title at WrestleFest, getting the best of her lover Cyrus Black in a match that was for the history books! Now, in her first defense of the championship, she takes on a man who has been absolutely adamant about proving the naysayers wrong, and stopping whatever conspiracy he claims is out to keep him down...a man who has already proven himself more than deserving of accolades, defeating Ace King at WrestleFest to win the United States Championship and end the record-breaking title reign. With both competitors already competing earlier in the night, what will be the mindset as Melody Malone defends the Undisputed Championship against the S-Factor, Scorpio?
Gomez: It's like I said earlier Marcus, Scorpio's proven himself capable time and time again. If anyone can topple the Queen of EWC tonight, it's gonna be the Baddest Bitch on the Planet. Either way, this is one hell of a main event to round out the night!
We smash cut through Scorpio’s first encounter of Stranglemania, a two out of three falls match against Nezumi Hazama. We see Hazama utilise a sledgehammer to pick up the first fall early into the match, before the then-46th President overcomes the odds scoring one fall after a Heel Turn followed by another Heel Turn to score the third and retain the United States Championship. Slowly we fade through to the Hell In A Cell being lowered for the Undisputed Championship contest…
Gomez: This match is MONTHS in the making Woo, and I cannot wait to see the kind of hell these two bitches are about to put each other through. Tonight is a frontrunner for match of the year, I guarantee it!
Brooks: I know everyone wants to cancel 2020, but let’s not jump the gun calling it match of the year already Val.
We see the opening moments of the contest as both Malone and Scorpio counter one another back and forth, sending each other across the ring and into the mat with dodges and evasions – these are two who know one another’s movesets inside out. We even see them both going for an early pin rolling one another up into covers going back and forth with pinfall attempts and rope leverages as the crowd eat up every moment. The pair end up outside the cell as Scorpio picks up Malone’s signature crown an screams ”you’re no queen you whore!” before stamping the crown into a crumpled mess. The pair end up on top of the cell with a flaming table below, reminiscent of both Scorpio’s downfall at Night of Champions and Malone’s victory over him at YoungBlood. A smash-cut through their battle atop the cell as Malone sends Scorpio crashing into the roof with a brutal suplex and Scorpio rolls out the way of a knee strike to send Malone crashing into the chains. Finally we see both Scorpio’s manager Crème and Malone’s manager Vanessa scale the cage and join the pair to try and intervene, with Vanessa ending up in Scorpio’s clutches and Crème ending up in Malone’s in a quasi-hostage situation. Finally Malone breaks the deadlock spotting her opportunity to harm Scorpio as she superkicks Crème off the cage, leading to Scorpio sending Vanessa off the top through the burning table. In the final moments of the match we see Malone armed with a baseball bat and Scorpio armed with Vidal the hairdryer as Scorpio ducks a baseball bat swing and wraps the hairdryer’s cord around Malone’s throat, before nailing her with a Heel Turn to score the win and become the dual Undisputed and United States Champions.
Woo: After eight long months, you can hate how he did it… but Scorpio went through everything Malone could throw at him and it wasn’t enough to keep the S-Factor down.
Gomez: It is ABOUT TIME that the S-Factor got what he deserved! And screw the LA crowd for not showing some damn respect after this man went through the entire cell!
The tron finishes on Scorpio and Malone side by side with “THE END OF AN ERA, AND THE END OF A WAR… SCORPIO… MALONE… ONE LAST TIME AT WRESTLEFEST.”
P-DUG: One of the crowning achievements of Scorpio’s career was that night, a match that cemented him in EWC history…
KD: Though despite the predictions it didn't turn out to be match of the year as that went to another Scorpio encounter, the infamous President vs. President war at WrestleFest.
P-DUG: It was however an award-filled year for the S-Factor who took home Rampage Wrestler of The Year, and I’m hearing rumours he may have returned home for one last time…
KD: Scorpio was a Rampage wrestler in the early stages of his EWC career and I can confirm Brian Spade will be standing by with him later tonight for an interview in this very ring! Stay tuned!
MATCH #1
Young Justice Vs Shinijoshi (Emiko Okita & "Headhuntress" Aiya)
Tag Team Match
Referee: Mike Michaelson
KD: And now our opening contest of the evening. Shinijoshi and Young Justice will clash for the final time this season.
P-Dug: This has been a pretty fun rivalry, and I look forward to seeing what both teams bring to the table.
Chriqui: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first weighing in at a combined 271 pounds, “Headhuntress” Aiya and Emiko Okita... SHINIJOSHI!!!
Dance in the Game by ZAQ hits as the lights go out and as members of Shinijoshi make their way to the ring as shadows walking through fogs of alternating colours, the most jubilant member strikes the team hand sign as the lights turn back on.
Chriqui: And the opponents, weighing in at a combined 243 pounds, Cassie Wolfe and Harper Mason... YOUNG JUSTICE!!!
The intro for Jonathon Young's cover of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes theme hits the speakers and Harper and Cassie emerge from the back ready for action, they slap hands with the fans on their way to the ring before sliding in and high fiving each other as they wait for their opponents.
DING DING DING
Emiko and Harper start. Harper grabs Emiko and takes her to the mat with an arm drag and a dropkick. Harper throws Emiko into the corner and strikes with roundhouse kicks to the gut. Harper grabs Emiko in a facelock and climbs to the middle turnbuckle. She leaps looking for a tornado DDT but Emiko counters with an inverted atomic drop and a clothesline that knocks Harper to the mat. Emiko springs off the middle rope and cracks Harper with a bicycle knee. She whips Harper to the corner and follows in with a spear before tagging in Aiya. The Headhuntress snapmares Harper out off the corner and runs off the ropes. Aiya crashes into Harper with a spear and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Harper just manages to lift a shoulder off the mat. Aiya runs off the ropes and jumps at Harper but Harper counters with a flapjack into the corner and tags in Cassie. Harper whips Aiya off the ropes but Cassie knocks her down with a superkick. Cassie hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Aiya lifts a shoulder off the mat breaking the count.
KD: Good early near falls
P-Dug: Two damn good teams too.
Cassie lifts Aiya to her feet and takes her to the mat with a suplex before tagging in Harper. Cassie holds Aiya in place allowing them to hit an Ode To The MPC that brings her clattering to the mat. Harper makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Emiko dives into the ring breaking the count. As Harper argues with the referee, Emiko drags Aiya to the corner and tags herself in. Harper charges at Emiko who takes her over with a powerslam. Aiya tags back in and grabs Harper’s arms. Emiko takes her legs and they lift Harper into the air with an Onibus Ride. Aiya makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Cassie shoves Emiko into harper breaking the count.
P-Dug: So, so close!
KD: Close. However there are bodies everywhere. We could be here all night and this is the first match!
Aiya gets to her feet but Cassie cracks her with a Seven Sins. Harper springs off the middle rope looking for a Ray Of Hope to complete the Ode To Team Hero but Aiya ducks and Harper collides with Cassie. Emiko and Aiya crack Harper with Midnight Kill. Aiya hooks the leg as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
Cassie dives in but Emiko leaps at her to stop her.
THREE!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winners, via pinfall... SHINIJOSHI!!!!
Aiya and Emiko get to their feet and celebrate with a hug. The roll from the ring and slap hands with the crowd as they head up the ramp.
KD: A big win here on Rampage for the Shinijoshi. Daggers and baseball bats will be heading their way as a result.
P-Dug: I know who to avoid over the season break. This match very nearly went the way of Young Justice. Had they connected with the Ode To Team Hero instead of each other, this may well have been their victory and the streets near the Shinijoshi would be a lot safer.
We cut to the back where we see Candice Tweed standing in a back interview room.
Tweed: Hello all you Rampage fans out there. I stand here tonight, with someone who brings a mixed reaction to the bunch… former FX Broadcast Champion, Alexander Umbra.
The fans can be heard booing as the camera zooms out and we see a rough looking Alexander standing there. The stitches in his head are fresh after his triple threat match on Brawl, and he just looks absolutely worn down.
Tweed: Thank you for stopping to talk to me tonight, Alexander.
Umbra: Listen, I’m trying to be nice… but I have a match to get ready for soon. Can we hurry this along?
Tweed: Can do! Tonight you go up against a familiar foe, Jason Anderson. You two went toe-to-toe just two weeks ago, in the second round of the Blast The Bayou Tournament.
Umbra: I wouldn’t necessarily call it toe-to-toe.
Tweed: What do you mean by that?
Umbra: You saw as well as I did… as well as everyone at Caesar's Superdome… as did everyone watching Friday Night Rampage at home… that Jason Anderson just quit!
Tweed: What do you mean by that?
Umbra: He stopped fighting. He gave up. He completely and utterly bitched out. Barely any fight. Hardly any heart in the match. And absolutely no drive to actually face me.
Tweed: I don't know if that's really the case.
Umbra: It was a weak effort, from a weak man.
Can hear a young 13 year old teenager screaming from the outside of the locker-room.
Angel: MY DADDY ISN'T WEAK!
Angel entered the locker room wearing a cute dress that was in Rampage colors that had all the Rampage Wrestlers all over wearing a pair of black hand gloves. She stood there with her hands on her hips glaring at him. She stepped inside and looked him up and down.
Angel: Last week my daddy tasted death because of you and tonight you and the little voices in your head will wish he was dead!. When an Anderson is laid out in their own blood it doesn't make them weak. It makes them become something else that no one around here saw coming. I might be 13 years old and people might believe I don't know much about this business but I know one thing.
She pulled a chair up to him and stood on it and got into his face. She wasn’t scared of him at all as this young 13 year old little girl was standing toe to toe with him. She just moves her head to the side and with a slick grin of her own. She should be but by her demeanor could tell she is related to the Hardcore Queen herself.
Cyanne: Alex… don’t hurt the child.
Cyanne tried her best to calm an angered Alexander, from the back of his mind. Angel glares at him as she just laughs at the voices that were telling him to do. Angel started to taunt him a bit as Cyanne looked over at her not to do that but she rolled her eyes at him.
Redd: Gut her! Gut her! Gut her!
Redd chanted from even farther in the back.
Angel: YOU DON'T CALL US WEAK.
Angel then jumps down off the chair and she starts to move her finger in a circle like you would a jack in the box and give him the bird with a grin. She then ran out of the locker room.
Umbra: Little punk ass kid. I’m…
Cyanne: Calm down, please
Umbra: I’m…
Suddenly a deviously twisted smile appeared along Umbra’s lips as someone else’s voice began to escape his lips.
Redd: …I’m going to make sure that after tonight, she’s going to have to move in with ol’ Granny Aggression. Because by the end of the show, Daddy’s going to have trouble taking care of himself, let alone a snot-nosed little bitch.
And with that, Alexander/Redd shoots Candice a dirty look… then storms off. As he storms off, standing on the outside of the locker room with Angel standing behind him peeking out from his right side was Jason Anderson standing there in his wrestling gear with the hood over his head glaring right at him as the scene fades.
MATCH #2
Alexander Umbra Vs Jason Anderson
X-Division Match
Referee: Pierce Patterson
We return to ringside where the crowd is on edge, chomping at the bit for the next bout to start
KD: After seeing some Tag Team action, it’s time to see what the X-Division can add to this Season Finale of Rampage. Tonight we have two men who met for the first time two weeks ago at the BBB Tournament. There is no love lost between the two of them and for sure, there is a bit of animosity in the air after what we saw earlier.
Chriqui: The following match is an X-Division Match. Joining us first, from St Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at 215 pounds ... ALEXANDER UMBRA!
"Make Believe" by Memphis May Fire echoes out from the speakers as Alexander Umbra steps out onto the entrance ramp with a small gray draw-string bag over his shoulder. Without hesitation he makes his way to the ring, determination on his face as the crowd rains down onto him with a HUGE amount of booing.
Chriqui: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 215 pounds ... ’THE BOSS’ JASON ANDERSON!
The arena lights start to flash on and off as NF- No Excuses comes over the speakers as smoke appears on the Extreme Tron in big letters with his picture Jason Anderson “The Boss”. Jason appears on the stage wearing his hood over his head standing on his right is David and on his left is Diana wearing all leather black with her shades on her face and blow pop in her mouth. Jason played to the crowd a bit as Dave and Diana walked on his side walking with him down to the ring.
He gets inside of the ring and pops the hood off his head like AJ Styles on the top rope pointing a finger down to Angel. She is jumping up and down for her father as he grins and winks at her as he jump down off the corner ropes. He looks right at Umbra across from him while he takes off his hood jacket and starts to test ropes a bit.
DING DING DING
Anderson turns around and UMBRA HAS ALREADY CHARGED HIM! Alexander tries for a quick clothesline, but Jason ducks. The Boss turns and looks as the up-start Brawl member comes flying back at him. This time Jason HOPS up over Umbra…BUT UMBRA STOPS AND CATCHES HIM IN THE AIR. HE IS HOLDING JASON UP AND JASON IS STARTING TO FIRE DOWN PUNCHES ONTO THE HEAD OF UMBRA…BREAKING OPEN A FEW STITCHES ALREADY! Alexander turns slightly… SIT DOWN POWERB-NO! JASON ANDERSON WITH A HURRICANRANA THAT SENDS UMBRA SKIPPING ALONG THE MAT AND INTO THE CORNER! Umbra is quick to his knees and slaps the mat in anger with both hands.
Crowd: JAY-SON, AN-DER-SON!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
Crowd: JAY-SON, AN-DER-SON!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
Umbra back to his feet, his eyes looking down at Angel, who is giving him the bird and laughing about it. A scowl from Alexander and he looks back up, ONLY FOR JASON ANDERSON TO CATCH HIM WITH THE FLASH!!! RIGHT HOOK OUT OF NOWHERE AND A BLOODY FACED ALEXANDER UMBRA GOES FLYING THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE!
KD: That's gonna leave a mark!
P-Dug: You can say that again.
Diana and David both walk to the side of the ring in which Umbra fell, only to see he wasn’t there anymore. They both look up at Jason and shrug their shoulders. Suddenly, David feels a hand on his leg, but before he could look down, he was pulled to the ground and then under the ring. Jason ran to the ropes and looked down, to see an empty floor. On the other side of the ring, Diana walked over to the apron, grabbing lightly onto the rope and trying to look to Jason to see what was going on. But within seconds, a hand reached out and grabbed Diana’s leg… pulling her to the mat and then under the ring as well. A scream from Diana caused Jason to turn and watch her disappear.
Anderson (Off mic): ANGEL, GET AWAY FROM THE RING!!!
Angel listened to her father, quickly backing away from the ring to stand next to Emmanuelle Chriqui, the ring announcer. Jason watches her, his back towards the entrance as he glances back and forth from side to side. The entire crowd erupts as Umbra pops up from under the ring, behind Jason. His face absolutely covered in blood, to the point where he wouldn’t even need the red purge mask anymore. Alexander slowly climbs up onto the apron as Jason backs up slowly. With a light tap, Jason turns around and sees Umbra snap his head to the side. Jason pulls back… THE FLASH!!! NO!!! ALEXANDER UMBRA JUST SPRAYED A RED MIST IN JASON ANDERSON’S FACE AND THE BOSS STUMBLES BACK UNABLE TO SEE! Umbra grabs the ropes and slingshots himself to the top. Alex uses the rope to fly through the air… AND HITS JASON WITH A FLYING SOUND OF SILENCE! Sit-out Facebuster on The Boss. Alexander Umbra hooks Jason’s leg.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-KICKOUT!!!
Undeterred by the kickout, Alexander slides out of the ring and begins to go through the junk under the ring while Jason Anderson tries to wipe the mist from his eyes, so that he can see again. One by one, Umbra pulls a table out and shoves it into the ring… then a long heavy duty tow chain… then a long cardboard box…then a grocery bag that has something unseen in it. He slides into the ring himself and instantly grabs the heavy duty tow chain. Beginning to wrap one end around his fist, Umbra eyes up Jason, who is using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Umbra measures up Anderson… pulls back… AND THROWS A HARD RIGHT HOO-WAIT! ANGEL HAS AHOLD OF THE CHAIN ON THE OTHER END IS PULLING ON IT FROM THE OUTSIDE! Umbra turns to see what is the resistance, instantly making a look of displeasure before he grabs a link of the chain a bit up the length of it and gives it a HARD tug… pulling Angel forward and causing her to crack her face off the post. Umbra doesn’t even have time to react as an enraged Jason Anderson did manage to see this and charges forward, hitting Umbra with a jumping knee to the face as Alex turned his head. Umbra grabs his forehead in pain as Jason pulls the chain off his hand and instantly throws it around Alex’s neck… yanking back hard on it. Umbra’s eyes almost instantly widen and begin to bug-out from his head as Jason pulls back hard on the chain, trying to choke the life out of his opponent.
The ref comes over and begins to check on Umbra…who is fighting the urge to shut his eyes while Jason talks to Angel, making sure she is okay. But with a fire in him from watching Angel get hurt, Jason let’s go of Umbra… intent on causing more damage.
K-D: Jason is relentless in this one.
Sydney: Umbra might be forced to give up.
Jason goes over and opens the long cardboard box, to realize they are individually wrapped light tubes. Memories from just two weeks ago flood his head as his mind goes back to the light-tubes in his last match with Umbra. He grabs a light-tube from the box, pulling it out and putting the box on the mat. He turns towards Umbra, holding the light like a bat. Umbra, still trying to catch his breath, gets to his feet… turns around…
SMASH!!!
JASON ANDERSON JUST SMASHED A light-tube AGAINST THE SIDE OF ALEXANDER’S FACE! Glass flies onto the mat, onto the outside, and even into the crowd. Anderson quickly steps forward towards a stumbling Alexander… lifts the broken light-tube up into the air like Mike Myers holding his knife… AND BRINGS IT DOWN AT ALEXANDER UMBRA! BUT UMBRA STICKS HIS LEFT ARM UP AND THE BROKEN END OF THE LIGHT IMPALES HIS LEFT HAND!!! Jason Anderson pulls the light back, but a large shard breaks off and is stuck going THROUGH Alexander’s hand!!!
Jason drops the tube and goes for a quick strike with his left hand, BUT ALEX BLOCKS IT! Alex retaliates… WITH AN OPEN HANDED SLAP TO JASON! BUT IT IS WITH HIS LEFT HAND, SO THE GLASS SHARD SLICED INTO JASON ANDERSON’S CHEEKS!!! Jason stumbles back, feeling at the gash on his face as blood begins to mat into his beard. A crazed looking Alexander Umbra charges forward and swings his glass-embedded hand at Jason, but The Boss ducks, launches forward… picking Alexander up into the air planting him HARD with a spinebuster. With Alex lying motionless on the floor, Jason turns and walks towards the table… pushing the box of light-tubes out of the way for the time being. He pulls the table up on its side, extending out its legs on both sides before flipping it up on all four feet. Jason turns around, his face covered in blood and dried-up ‘mist’ from Umbra…
SMASH!!!
Alexander Umbra pulled two light-tubes out of the box while Jason was busy with the table… and just SHATTERED them across Anderson’s chest. Blood is pouring out of large cuts on Jason Anderson’s chest and abdomen. Anderson stumbles a bit from the blast… and here comes Umbra… SPEAR! NO! JASON MOVED OUT OF THE WAY AND ALEXANDER GOES FLYING THROUGH THE ROPES AND CRASHES SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE POLE IN THE CORNER OF THE RING! Jason Anderson smears the blood on his chest, mixing it with loads of sweat that is just pouring off of him. He hisses slightly at the sting of the sweat in his wounds.
Meanwhile in the corner, Alexander Umbra sits there for a moment… fighting through the pain… AND ANGEL COMES RUNNING ALONG THE APRON AND SLAMS A CHAIR INTO THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD, TOP EDGE FIRST. Umbra’s head droops as his hands hang loose. As he lay there, Jason pulls the table into the center of the ring, placing a few of the remaining light-tubes on it. He walks over, grabbing the bloodied groggy mess of Umbra, walking him over and placing him onto the top of the light-tube covered table. With a fire in his eyes, he runs to the closest corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He turns, measuring Umbra up as he lay there motionless. Jason jumps, flipping through the air… JASON’S SCO-NO! UMBRA MOVED OUT OF THE WAY OF THE OF THE FLIPPING/FALLING ANDERSON AND THE BOSS CRASHES THROUGH THE GLASS TUBES AND THE TABLE WITH A ROAR OF PAIN!!! Jason rolls onto his back as Alexander runs over and grabs his gray draw-string bag. He reaches inside and pulls out…
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…a pre-cut in half orange in a plastic bag?
Alexander walks over to Jason who is bleeding profusely from multiple wounds on his chest and abdomen… AND SQUEEZES THE ORANGE JUICE ONTO HIM!!! JASON ANDERSON VIOLENTLY SHAKES IN PAIN!
Umbra reaches down and grabs a broken end of a light-tube, then pulls Jason up to his feet. He turns himself and Jason towards where Angel is sitting… AND STABS JASON ANDERSON IN THE SIDE WITH THE BROKEN TUBE! RIGHT WHERE HIS OLD WOUND WAS! Jason’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he is slowly losing it from blood loss and the pain. Umbra reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, sliding onto his … DISCUSS PUNCH WITH A PAIR OF RED BRASS KNUCKLES! DAYDREAM BELIEVER! JASON ANDERSON DUCKS… Umbra turns around… B.J.A!!! JASON ANDERSON WITH THE BACK ELBOW ONTO UMBRA. He drops to his knees and half heartedly covers Alexander…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall JASON ANDERSON!
The ref instantly calls for the medics, who come rushing down. Some slide into the ring to check on Umbra and Anderson, one goes to check on Angel, and two more go under the ring to check for Diana and David.
KD: That… was an absolute BLOOD bath. It was fun to see them go at it again, but WOW. They are going to need a blood transfusion or two, stat.
P-Dug: This was a great battle between two men who wanted to punish the other. Alexander made sure to neutralize all of the extra folks around the ring… but maybe hurting Angel was taking it too far? In the end Jason made sure to punish him and caught him being too greedy.
Anderson is helped to his feet by the ref and two medics, in order for the ref to raise his hand. But he pulls away and slides gingerly out of the ring to check on Angel.
MATCH #3
Mad King Vs The Mercenary
TKO Match
Referee: Mike Michaelson
We return to ringside where Chriqui stands ready to call the next match.
KD: Up next, we've got a return match from the beginning of the season. The Mad King meets The Mercenary, this time in a Total Knock Out match where one of these men has to keep their opponent down for a ten count not once but twice!
P-Dug: An incredibly personal third singles contest between these two men. It's two Last Man Standing matches rolled into one. Chriqui, what are you waiting for?
Chriqui: The following match is TKO Match. To win this match you must keep your opponent down for a ten count, twice, and there are no disqualifications. Introducing first from The Land & weighing in at 220 pounds... THE MAD KING!!!
T H E M A D K I N G zooms from right to left across the EXT and is followed swiftly by a red pyro. 'Heimdallr' begins to play, King emerging with his usual war paint. He gets to the edge of the ramp. The "Mad King" chant grows as he walks slowly down with his eyes locked in on the ring. King walks up the steel steps and slips through the ropes. King turns to the stage with a stoic demeanor as his theme fades.
Chriqui: And his opponent from West Oakland, California & weighing in at 360 pounds... He is the EWC Outlaw ... He is The Mercenary!!!
Black Label Society's Fire It Up blasts over the PA. A flashing red strobe lights the stage as the rest of the room goes dark. 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.
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.
KD: The Mad King looks ready to fight. I think?
P-Dug: Punch him in the face, Mike!
DING DING DING
King rushes right into a fist to the face, bounds off of the canvas, and gets to his feet only to be whipped into the corner by Mercenary. The Rampage superstar cracks King with a running elbow smash to the face in the corner and follows with a bulldog. Merc keeps the pressure on even as King tries to roll away. A guillotine leg drop keeps Flip flat on the canvas for a moment, but The Outlaw isn't finished there. He gets to one knee while grabbing King by the back of the head. Right hand after right hand meet Flip's face to the count of ten by the rowdy New York audience. Merc then lifts King into position for a jackknife powerbomb into the turnbuckle. Flip slams into the top turnbuckle and his arm's instinctively hug the rope to keep him standing. He stumbles forth into a spinebuster and New York is loving it. Mercenary turns to the crowd with a raised fist as they begin to chant his name. They all begin standing from their seats as the Outlaw climbs the nearest turnbuckle post and intends to keep King down with a moonsault. Flip is flattened on the canvas as Merc gets another huge pop that helps him to his feet. The referee begins the ten count.
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King doesn't look like he's responding. Mercenary has exited through the ropes to secure a tire tester from beneath the ring.
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Flip tries lifting his head, legs, arms, but ultimately only rolls onto his stomach as Merc reenters the ring ready to continue beating King down.
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Merc prepares to swing the tire tester if King can get up. Flip can't even make it to one knee in time.
TEN!
Chriqui: That is one knockout by The Mercenary!
KD: The Mercenary has knockout power unmatched by most people in this industry.
P-Dug: And he's one more bomb away from putting The Mad King away, maybe even for good.
The Outlaw is ready to swing but he sees Flip extend their arms as if to just accept the onslaught. Merc glares at his opponent and the two begin speaking to one another. New York is way too loud for the camera to pick up anything beyond their cheers as this verbal exchange continues. Flip motions for Merc to hit him in the face with the weapon but the Outlaw doesn't give him anything beyond a look of disappointment. Finally, the camera picks up Flip as he screams out at Merc to "just fucking end this" but the Outlaw continues to not oblige King's call for violence against them. King stands up and takes a Mercenary open palm slap to the face to no effect. Still King just stands there ready to take the attacks even as Mercenary shoves him into a corner. The former United States champion says one last thing to Flip and doesn't give him the chance to respond. CRACK! Merc connects with the tire tester to the midsection of the King, lets him take a few pained steps out of the corner. CRACK! Flip drops to one knee after Merc connects with a second strike, this time to the shoulders. Merc winds up for a third. CRACK! The Outlaw takes Flip down to the canvas with this final hit to the lower back. King stumbles into the corner and Merc drops the weapon as he waits for Flip to turn around. DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Merc lifts Flip into one of his dominant signature moves and slams his opponent shoulders first into the tire tester for the final nail in the coffin.
P-Dug: I think that's it. I think The Mad King is out of it!
KD: We've certainly seen him fight back through some heavy damage and extreme warfare, but Mercenary is bringing his all tonight.
Flip rolls out of the ring and stumbles out onto the ramp. He can't get to a vertical position but he isn't quite knocked down enough for the referee to begin a second count. Mercenary exits the ring and unhooks the steel steps from the ring. The Outlaw catches up to his opponent all the way up the ramp and rushes forward. CLONK! Flip's head bursts when Merc connects with the steel steps to the dome, King dropping flat on the stage as New York appreciates. Mercenary calls for the end as he drops the steps into the midsection of his opponent. Flip bellows out in pain. Merc tosses the steps aside, lifts Flip by the back of the head, and gets into position next to the steps. DECIMATOR ATOMIC BOMB! Mercenary locks in the full nelson slams Flip with an atomic drop onto the steel steps instead of the knee. He lifts Flip back into the air and follows with the full nelson bomb after walking up the steel steps and leaps from the stage into a collection of electrical equipment and packing materials. Even the Mercenary pops before the count begins.
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Mercenary emerges from the rubble, pulling himself to one knee with the aid of the guardrail.
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Flip is motionless as Mercenary gets to a vertical position, a hand on his lower back, several feet away.
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DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via TKO ... THE MERCENARY!!!!
The Mercenary raises his hands to the air and then taunts at the hardcam before heading to the back.
KD: The Mercenary fell to Xavier Reid and Morgan Darkwater recently, but now he finishes his brawl gambit of sorts by taking out future HoFer, King Flip. The Mad King himself.
P-Dug: A loss here isn't gonna put The Mad King down, he'll take the off season to better himself.
Chriqui: Please welcome your guest at this time… He is the winner of the Blast the Bayou Deathmatch Tournament, and #1 Contender for the X-Division Championship… CAPTAIN MORGAN DAAAARKWAAAATER!!
The capacity crowd goes mental as the lights dim and the Captain’s theme, “The Sunk'n Norwegian”, begins to blast out over the PA system, closely followed by the man himself. Despite not scheduled to wrestle tonight, the Captain is dressed in his ring gear of a black men's tank top tucked into rugged pants, though this might well be just to showcase the barbed wire wrapped around his broad arms, spiralling from hand-to-hand, Blast briefcase clenched in his left, as he throws both arms out to greet the fans with a wild roar to meet theirs. He's grinning like a madman from under a protective metal mask that covers the top right-third of his face as he makes his way down the ramp, high and fiving fans along the way.
P-Dug: Captain Darkwater, everyone! The Larger Than Life Leviathan is back on Rampage, fresh from his brutal, hard fought victory at last episode's Blast tournament!
KD: I'm surprised the big bastard is still standing after all that, and even more so after his #1 Contendership match on Brawl just this week, another wild and extreme spectacle that spilled out all over the arena! You wouldn't know it to look at him, but that man has been through hell to get where he is, to not only be the man to face JoJo Rush at WrestleFest for the X-Division title, but also the owner of the Blast briefcase that entitles him to a shot at the new Hardcore Championship title, starting next year!
P-Dug: For a man contemplating his retirement this time last year, and who many of us feared had been lost along with his ship at StrangleMania earlier this year, the Captain has come back full-force, an even greater juggernaut than ever before, and you gotta ask yourself… will Rush be able to stop this new and improved drakes Darkwater, or will he also find himself Shipwrecked?
The Captain is in the ring at this point, marching between the ropes to address and amp up the crowds with his bombastic energy. After a while, he graciously takes a microphone from ringside and lifts it to his lips as he addresses the audience and hard-cam.
Darkwater: NEW YORK CITY!!
That's all he needs to say for the packed Madison Square Gardens crowd to go insane once again, the Captain taking a moment to bask in their adulation with a crooked smile that tucks under the mask. Only once the din dies down does he continue.
Darkwater: … Did ye miss me?
Further chants of “HARDCORE LEGEND” and “YOU STILL GOT IT” ring out, this time catching the Captain slightly by surprise as he let's them ring out with a cocked head, nodding along to the rhythmic words, before going on.
Darkwater: Aye, sounds like ye missed me! And yer cheers warm th’ fires of this old Captain’s bones - yer vibrant energies keep this heart beatin’, keep th’ blood pumpin’, where most men would fall, it be all of ye that keep th’ Captain soldierin’ on! E'en when all hope seems lost, when e’erything the Captain has seems to have been lost, it be all of ye stickin’ by his side that give him th’ will an’ fight to go on! EWC UNIVERSE!! Today… ye all be a part of me Motley Crew!
This seems to hype up the crowd even more, the Captain nodding proudly in his admiration of the fans as they cheer for him.
P-Dug: These guys know they're not actually a part of his crew, right? The man doesn't even have a ship anymore!
KD: Just let the fans enjoy the moment, sheesh!
P-Dug: … you want to be on his crew, don't you?
KD: No comment.
Morgan is stroking his wild beard thoughtfully as the chants and cheers slowly subside once more, his one good eye lighting up as an idea comes to him.
Darkwater: Ah! An’ this Captain knows just how to reward his ever-faithful, ever-growin’ crew - I be takin’ a page out of ye own Mercenary's playbook with this, but what be a pirate without a lil good ol’ fashioned lootin’? Some of ye already know what I be gettin’ at, but fer th’ rest of ye … help yer’selves to yer free “Morgan’s Motley Crew” t-shirt from yer nearby merchandise stall at yer earliest convenience. Or, if a t-shirt ain’t yer style, why not grab a foam hook-hand – hells, take ‘em both, yer Captain’s buyin’! But don’t go just yet! Ye will want to hear what the Captain has to say …
There’s an excited murmur at the prospect of free merch, but no one moves to leave the arena, everyone hanging on Darkwater’s every word. Noticing how he has everyone’s attention, the Captain steps forward and leans on the top rope with a wry smile.
Darkwater: Ahh, it be good to rest on a ring that isn’t tryin’ to kill ye, that’s fer sure … but what a wild year it’s been fer th’ Captain, huh? From what I fully expected t’be my last hurrah at th’ start of th’ year, to what many expected was my last stand at Mania – not to mention all the stuff that happened in the months that followed … when ye all saw me again, backin’ th’ Mad King Flip, many thought that was it fer th’ Captain, that he had been reduced to nothin’ more than hired muscle. But all that time, I was rehabilitatin’ from me lost leg, trainin’ hard to get used to this advanced, heavy-duty prosthetic, all with one goal in mind – to get back in this EWC ring once more, fight fer me life, an’ to claw me way back to th’ man who thought he had ended th’ Captain – JoJo Rush!
This time it was the thunderous boos and chants of “JOJO SUCKS!” and “HOUSE GO HOME” that bring the Captain to pause, the huge man grinning and nodding along with their disdain, then continues.
Darkwater: Aye, JoJo Rush. That stubborn, bullheaded, loathsome an’ hypocritical son of a bitch. A man who would try to paint th’ Captain as this villain that needs forgiveness, when it was Rush who attacked an innocent woman with a bat, it were he who couldn’t face me one-on-one without tryin’ to ambush th’ Captain with his House cronies, an’ it be Rush who went on to kill a woman, bury a man, an’ take not one but two championships, neither of which he gives a damn about! Well, guess what? Ye all deserve a champion who gives a damn! Th’ Captain gives a damn, an’ he has no forgiveness in his heart fer JoJo Rush!!
A mix of boos, cheers, and chants of “MORGAN’S GONNA KILL YOU” meet his words, and the Captain nods his approval.
Darkwater: Too long have those titles been neglected, an’ if there be one thing th’ Captain can’t abide, it be treasure unappreciated by troglodytes like Rush! He says he only has eyes fer th’ Undisputed championship, like that means anythin’ comin’ from a man who ain’t even proud to be a double-champion already! Why should any of ye care fer an Undisputed champion like Rush? Why should any of us give a good damn if he e’er makes that accomplishment? It means absolutely nothin’ comin’ from a man as hollow an’ disingenuous, as underhanded an’ despicable as JoJo Rush. What kind of a man can he call himself, when it be clear he doesn’t even know what kind of a man he is. Rush claims he wants to “save” all of ye? HAH!
The Captain throws his head back, letting out a jarring laugh before shooting the camera a piercing, one-eyed glare.
Darkwater: Rush, ye cannot e’en save yer own damned House. Just look at th’ state of it – sure, ye may have more championship gold than most would care to admit, ye may like to think ye run th’ show, but really? Ye just can’t seem to get along, can ye? We all see it, e’eryone here sees it, no matter how much ye might try an’ deny it – ye just can’t keep from each other’s throats! Whether it be Rush takin’ out his Rumble failure frustrations on young Cosmo Goldworthy – gettin’ gloriously beaten an’ humiliated in th’ process, I might add – to this very night, where Mr Goldworthy an’ Mr Page couldn’t e’en have a civil contract-signin’ without resortin’ to cheap shots an’ infightin’ … an’ that just be th’ Captain’s recent memory! I’m sure there be plenty more examples, plenty more discord in the House ranks, its foundations far from as stable as they would lead ye all to believe. Why, left much longer I bet ye be on th’ verge of implodin’ in a magnificent display of egos an’ conflict … but th’ Captain is not a patient man, an’ he would much rather take a sledgehammer to th’ lot of ye than wait fer ye to blow yer’selves down!
More chants follow this announcement, namely “BLOW THE HOUSE DOWN”, Morgan waving his arms as if conducting a symphony against the stable.
Darkwater: Aye, so don’t think this mission of th’ Captain’s ends with prisin’ th’ X-Division title from JoJo Rush’s broken, ungrateful hands come WrestleFest XXI to become th’ next an’ last X-Division champion, oooh no. Th’ Captain is goin’ on to be th’ first EWC Hardcore champion of 2024, bringin’ th’ hurt an’ extreme spectacle not only to the division an’ all its contenders, but makin’ th’ House’s lives a misery in th’ process, too! It’ll be a sight to behold, folks, an’ ye all be invited to bear witness! So enjoy yer time as X-Division champion, Rush, fer yer days be numbered, less than a month from now, at WrestleFest XXI, where I will take ye to yer limit, then break beyond, break ye, an’ restore some pride an’ glory to that title ye despise so much, if only fer th’ night before it be retired… After all, they say X marks th’ spot, an’ it be leadin’ this Captain all th’ way to championship gold … an’ bloody retribution!
Darkwater: Ah! An’ this Captain knows just how to reward his ever-faithful, ever-growin’ crew - I be takin’ a page out of ye own Mercenary's playbook with this, but what be a pirate without a lil good ol’ fashioned lootin’? Some of ye already know what I be gettin’ at, but fer th’ rest of ye … help yer’selves to yer free “Morgan’s Motley Crew” t-shirt from yer nearby merchandise stall at yer earliest convenience. Or, if a t-shirt ain’t yer style, why not grab a foam hook-hand – hells, take ‘em both, yer Captain’s buyin’! But don’t go just yet! Ye will want to hear what the Captain has to say …
There’s an excited murmur at the prospect of free merch, but no one moves to leave the arena, everyone hanging on Darkwater’s every word. Noticing how he has everyone’s attention, the Captain steps forward and leans on the top rope with a wry smile.
Darkwater: Ahh, it be good to rest on a ring that isn’t tryin’ to kill ye, that’s fer sure … but what a wild year it’s been fer th’ Captain, huh? From what I fully expected t’be my last hurrah at th’ start of th’ year, to what many expected was my last stand at Mania – not to mention all the stuff that happened in the months that followed … when ye all saw me again, backin’ th’ Mad King Flip, many thought that was it fer th’ Captain, that he had been reduced to nothin’ more than hired muscle. But all that time, I was rehabilitatin’ from me lost leg, trainin’ hard to get used to this advanced, heavy-duty prosthetic, all with one goal in mind – to get back in this EWC ring once more, fight fer me life, an’ to claw me way back to th’ man who thought he had ended th’ Captain – JoJo Rush!
This time it was the thunderous boos and chants of “JOJO SUCKS!” and “HOUSE GO HOME” that bring the Captain to pause, the huge man grinning and nodding along with their disdain, then continues.
Darkwater: Aye, JoJo Rush. That stubborn, bullheaded, loathsome an’ hypocritical son of a bitch. A man who would try to paint th’ Captain as this villain that needs forgiveness, when it was Rush who attacked an innocent woman with a bat, it were he who couldn’t face me one-on-one without tryin’ to ambush th’ Captain with his House cronies, an’ it be Rush who went on to kill a woman, bury a man, an’ take not one but two championships, neither of which he gives a damn about! Well, guess what? Ye all deserve a champion who gives a damn! Th’ Captain gives a damn, an’ he has no forgiveness in his heart fer JoJo Rush!!
A mix of boos, cheers, and chants of “MORGAN’S GONNA KILL YOU” meet his words, and the Captain nods his approval.
Darkwater: Too long have those titles been neglected, an’ if there be one thing th’ Captain can’t abide, it be treasure unappreciated by troglodytes like Rush! He says he only has eyes fer th’ Undisputed championship, like that means anythin’ comin’ from a man who ain’t even proud to be a double-champion already! Why should any of ye care fer an Undisputed champion like Rush? Why should any of us give a good damn if he e’er makes that accomplishment? It means absolutely nothin’ comin’ from a man as hollow an’ disingenuous, as underhanded an’ despicable as JoJo Rush. What kind of a man can he call himself, when it be clear he doesn’t even know what kind of a man he is. Rush claims he wants to “save” all of ye? HAH!
The Captain throws his head back, letting out a jarring laugh before shooting the camera a piercing, one-eyed glare.
Darkwater: Rush, ye cannot e’en save yer own damned House. Just look at th’ state of it – sure, ye may have more championship gold than most would care to admit, ye may like to think ye run th’ show, but really? Ye just can’t seem to get along, can ye? We all see it, e’eryone here sees it, no matter how much ye might try an’ deny it – ye just can’t keep from each other’s throats! Whether it be Rush takin’ out his Rumble failure frustrations on young Cosmo Goldworthy – gettin’ gloriously beaten an’ humiliated in th’ process, I might add – to this very night, where Mr Goldworthy an’ Mr Page couldn’t e’en have a civil contract-signin’ without resortin’ to cheap shots an’ infightin’ … an’ that just be th’ Captain’s recent memory! I’m sure there be plenty more examples, plenty more discord in the House ranks, its foundations far from as stable as they would lead ye all to believe. Why, left much longer I bet ye be on th’ verge of implodin’ in a magnificent display of egos an’ conflict … but th’ Captain is not a patient man, an’ he would much rather take a sledgehammer to th’ lot of ye than wait fer ye to blow yer’selves down!
More chants follow this announcement, namely “BLOW THE HOUSE DOWN”, Morgan waving his arms as if conducting a symphony against the stable.
Darkwater: Aye, so don’t think this mission of th’ Captain’s ends with prisin’ th’ X-Division title from JoJo Rush’s broken, ungrateful hands come WrestleFest XXI to become th’ next an’ last X-Division champion, oooh no. Th’ Captain is goin’ on to be th’ first EWC Hardcore champion of 2024, bringin’ th’ hurt an’ extreme spectacle not only to the division an’ all its contenders, but makin’ th’ House’s lives a misery in th’ process, too! It’ll be a sight to behold, folks, an’ ye all be invited to bear witness! So enjoy yer time as X-Division champion, Rush, fer yer days be numbered, less than a month from now, at WrestleFest XXI, where I will take ye to yer limit, then break beyond, break ye, an’ restore some pride an’ glory to that title ye despise so much, if only fer th’ night before it be retired… After all, they say X marks th’ spot, an’ it be leadin’ this Captain all th’ way to championship gold … an’ bloody retribution!
MATCH #4
SONYA Vs Vin Havoc
Singles Match
Referee: Pierce Patterson
We return to ringside where the crew finish setting up for our next bout.
KD: A rematch from BBB, this match is gonna be wild even with the rules in place.
P-Dug: I imagine they are gonna get bloody.
Chriqui: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first residing in Honolulu, Hawaii and weighing in at 150 pounds... SONYA!!!
As the first few notes of "Rusalka" play over the loudspeakers, Sonya stands just a few feet away from the entrance way, the cameras picking up her peaceful expression and smile. The song kicks into high gear and she makes her way to the ring with determined eyes and calm demeanor, stepping into the ring and performing her signature pose in the corner.
Chriqui: And the opponent…
The barks of the intro of 'X Gon Give It To Ya' by DMX pierce the arena, as the crowd anticipates the arrival of Vin Havoc. As soon as DMX utters the chorus, Vin comes bursting out of the back, looking pissed off and reading for a fight. He storms down to the ring.
Chriqui: From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 240 pounds, "Wild Thing"... VIN HAVOC!
Havoc steps to the corner of the ring and does a silent prayer while holding the cross around his neck, hoping for forgiveness on what he's about to do.
DING DING DING
Sonya slaps Vin hard across the chest with a knife edge chop. Another couple and she whips him off the ropes. Vin reverses sending Sonya off the ropes but she comes back with a running lariat. Sonya runs hitting a big boot followed by a running knee lift that knocks Vin into the corner. Sonya lifts him to the middle turnbuckle and drives him down with a German suplex. She bridges into a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Vin rolls a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Sonya lifts Vin to his feet but he cracks Sonya with a headbutt. Vin grabs Sonya and throws her down with a suplex. She staggers to her feet where Vin grabs her hitting a uranage. He makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sonya rolls a shoulder off the mat to break the count.
KD: Drove her into the mat but she still kicks out!
P-Dug: You need some fighting spirit to be in EWC! Had that kept her down, President Mac would have fired her on the spot!
Vin gets to his feet and pulls Sonya to hers. Vin lifts Sonya up onto his shoulders and drives her down to the mat with an Emerald Flowsion. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sonya just manages to push her way free breaking the count. Both get to their feet. Sonya immediately cracks Vin with a Clean-Up Hitter that drops him to the mat. Sonya rolls him over and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Vin rolls to his side as he pushes his way free.
P-Dug: He dropped like a new episode on Netflix and still got a shoulder up!
KD: Sonya did well to come back from the Emerald Flowsion but that Forearm would have been the winner in most matches in EWC!
As Vin gets to his feet, Sonya runs off the ropes. Vin catches her and pop her into the air. He catches Sonya and spins her for a Havoc Driver but Sonya manages to counter with a hurricanrana. Both stumble to their feet. Sonya grabs Vin and spins him into a Ruby Buster. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... SONYA!!!!
Sonya climbs to the turnbuckles and performs her signature pose before rolling from the ring and heading up the ramp.
KD: That is a big win for Sonya here on Rampage! Looks like somebody will be spending the close season house hunting in Hawaii.
P-Dug: Vin Havoc came a hair away from victory here tonight. Next season, I expect to see him come back and gain a lot of success.
MATCH #5
Ace King Vs Phoenix Winterborn
Singles Match
Referee: Pierce Patterson
We return to ringside.
KD: Phoenix Winterborn's retirement match, this is gonna be a personal affair and Ace King is sure to bring his all.
P-Dug: Gonna be the fight of both men's lives.
Chriqui: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, residing in Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 223 pounds... PHOENIX WINTERBORN!!!
Red spotlights hit the stage, as Phoenix's video comes up on the tron
"Ace of Spades" rips through Madison Square Garden, 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: And the opponent, making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 229 pounds... He is THE GAMBLER... 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
Phoenix charges at Ace and turns cracking Ace with a spinning backfist that literally spins Ace around and allows Phoenix to take him over with a snapdragon suplex. Both get to their feet and Phoenix feigns a superkick causing Ace to duck. Phoenix grabs him hitting a DDT. Ace rolls to the corner where Phoenix runs hitting a hardyiac arrest. Phoenix drags Ace from the corner and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Ace lifts a shoulder up breaking the count. Phoenix climbs to the top rope and leaps for a legdrop. Ace rolls to the side and Phoenix lands on nothing but the mat. Phoenix rolls to his feet but Ace boots him in the gut and ribs with a soccer kick. Phoenix gets to his feet clutching his gut. Ace cracks him with a European uppercut. Phoenix staggers. Ace grabs him spinning him into a blue thunder bomb. Phoenix staggers to his feet. Ace runs bringing him to the mat with a slingblade. Ace jumps up the turnbuckles and flies back at Phoenix crashing down with a moonsault. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Phoenix rolls a shoulder off the mat to break the count.
KD: Both are determined to leave this match with the victory.
P-Dug: And the prizes. Don’t forget the prizes.
Ace gets to his feet and pulls Phoenix to his. Ace hoists Phoenix up onto his shoulders. Ace spins and spins Phoenix into an Eye In The Sky. He hooks the leg as he makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Phoenix rolls to his front breaking the count. Ace lifts Phoenix to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Phoenix ducks a clothesline and grabs Ace taking him to the mat with Phoenix Down. Ace looks out. Phoenix rolls him over and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Ace just manages to lift a shoulder from the mat to break the count. Phoenix slumps to the mat. Both men are down.
P-Dug: If both remain down, the referee may have no choice but to call this match a draw!
KD: If both remain down, can I get the five million?
First to his feet is Phoenix. He waits for Ace to drag himself to his feet and spins at him looking for a Light Of The Apocalypse. Ace manages to duck and lift him up onto his shoulders in a Torture Rack before dropping Phoenix down with a Blackjack Bomb. Ace grabs a leg and makes a cover as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... ACE KING!!!!
Ace drops to one knee and holds his arms in the air in victory before rolling from the ring.
KD: A big win for Ace King. Might as well call him Ace Of Spades after this win. He’s earned himself a collection of Motorhead on vinyl.
P-Dug: He should stick to CDs. On this night Phoenix Winterborn was about a half second away from victory and would have taken the win if he connected with that Apocalype Light or whatever he calls it.
PHOENIX: Four years ago. Four years ago I came to EWC as part of Friday Night Rampage. In that time, I think I’ve done quite a bit since I’ve been here. You’ve seen me under quite a few personas. The American Tradition. Ultraviolence. The Deacon. Part of a Psych Ward. And just this year…the Gatekeeper. The Workhorse, if you will. I have given everything to these last four years, and I hope that, whether you love me, hate me, or are indifferent to me…you’ve seen that I left it all out here every time I walked through that curtain. My time as the HBO Champion meant the world to me. To date, it’s been my only title here, and the way it’s looking? It may be the only one.
He paused for a moment, looking around.
PHOENIX: This is something I’ve been tossing around to a few friends backstage for awhile now…I’ve been in this industry for twenty three years now. When you talk about the legends that have come out of Chicago, Illinois…my name is near the top of the list. I’ve done just about all there is to do in wrestling. Independent halls of fame. Heavyweight titles the world over. Been in front of the greatest demographic of people this world has seen. Professional wrestling fans. I love all of you. Even on my worst days, you all have kept me going through the highs and the lows. Without you, there is no Phoenix Winterborn. Plain and simple. But, I think that I have made up my mind. As it stands right now, this was my last contracted booking with the Extreme Wrestling Corporation. I think…unless something drastic happens…that this is my cue to ride off into the sunset of retirement.
A chorus of boos and gasps resonates from the crowd.
PHOENIX: Don’t worry. This isn’t done out of malice or ill will or anything like that. I have loved my time here, I really have. President Mac, the staff, the locker room…its been the best a guy from the indies would’ve asked for. But, I think that it’s time. From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you all. Twenty three years is a better career than most anyone could ask for. As I used to say, I’ve seen it all, and done more. I’m ready to go home now, though. I love you all. Thank you.
Phoenix sets the mic down, and sits in the middle of the ring to unlace his boots as chants of “THANK YOU PHOENIX! THANK YOU PHOENIX!” erupt from the crowd at the Garden. Once the boots are off, Phoenix picks them up, looking at the white shine on them, and sets them down in the middle of the ring. A soft smile from Phoenix before he exits the ring, and starts his way up the ramp to end the scene.
The camera cuts backstage inside Madison Square Garden as Tommy Love slams the door behind him as he enters The Love Club’s locker room. A smiling Bunny Love looks up from her phone to see her angry father…
Bunny Love: So…I take it your little meeting with Grizzly Duggan didn’t go as you thought it would…
Tommy gives his daughter a nasty looks and mocks her…
Tommy Love: No, my ‘little meeting with Grizzly Duggan didn’t go as I thought it would’...the asshole wouldn’t listen to me…I’M XAVIER REID’S MANAGER so if anyone should share in his Rampage prize it should be ME…I asked him, couldn’t we make it a Bros Weekend in Vegas or an all expense paid trip to watch a F1 race…just not in Las Vegas, I can’t risk this face getting hit by a manhole cover…hell maybe even a African Safari but he refused…the nerve of this guy…he said, ‘no Tommy…I’m rewarding Xavier Reid if he wins and I have to believe he’d rather spend time with your daughter somewhere than watching you get slapped in the face for being an asshole’...plus…
Tommy gets all red in the face and he adjust his glasses…
Tommy Love: He said, ‘I also LOVE the idea of you having to sit around for three weeks straight knowing your client is with your daughter doing unthinkable things to her’...
Bunny smiles and nods…
Bunny Love: Well he isn’t wrong..see I’m thinking about Fiji…these private bungalows on the ocean or even Belize, just me and Xavier in the jungle…or what do you think about Bora Bora…
But Tommy flips her off…
Tommy Love: I hope you get a UTI and Xavier runs off with a native girl…
Bunny’s mouth drops open but before she can snap back at her father Xavier walks in…
Reid: You both need to stop talking about a vacation that I haven’t won yet…you are acting like this is a sure thing when it’s anything but…Lavender is going to bring everything she’s got at me tonight to try and prove a point…I’m her ‘prize’ don’t you see…there is no US Championship match waiting for her at WrestleFest, no Undisputed Championship rematch…she’s heading into the last ppv of the year with her sights on next season so why not empty the tank on me…show the world that she’s still the rightful EWC Undisputed Champion..
Xavier shakes his head…
Reid: Hold on to this idea of ‘to be the man you have to beat the man’...point out that she wasn’t pinned or submitted at the Rumble and just tossed over the top rope by Moxie…
Tommy Love: Bullshit, she lost the match and that championship Xavier…she can cry foul all she wants but those are the rules of the Rumble and the Undisputed Championship was on the like against 29 challengers…she couldn’t get the job done and lost the championship the second she was thrown out of the match…you were the last one in that ring and by the rules won the Rumble and the Undisputed Championship…anyone that says otherwise if a moron…
Bunny Love: My father’s right Xavier…Melody Malone pinned your brother last year at WrestleFest and not Lavender but nobody questioned if she was the rightful champion because it was a four way match where the champion doesn’t need to be pinned or submitted in order to lose the championship…there was no outcry and sure…maybe she’s still a little bent about that and wanted to have the built in excuse leading into the Rumble…honestly you don’t say things like ‘to be the man you have to beat the man’ if you think you’re going to win…she knew she had no chance and was already trying to lay the groundwork to shit all over the person that did win the Rumble…
Bunny looks up at Xavier and shows him the blue waters of Bora Bora and smiles…
Reid: The last time I was here I fought to a draw with The Mercenary…I survived my title defense but I opened the door to questions…if I really had what it took for a second run as Undisputed Champion…and yeah, it’s been a rocky start but I righted the ship right here in Madison Square Garden on Monday’s Brawl when I beat Rampage’s HBO Broadcast Champion and the guy that will be challenging Chris Page for the US Championship at WrestleFest…tonight I want to drive the stake in Rampage by beating the last Rampage star to hold this Undisputed Championship and show the EWC that Rampage’s dominance is OVER…I’m going to impose my will on Lavender…make this a fight…I want to suck all the air out of the Rampage fans when I drop her right down on her head before coving her…I want them to see that she doesn’t have a chance in hell against me…I want them to see that it’s my time…
Xavier looks in the mirror…
Reid: I have fought like hell to get back to the top…climbed back from the bottom…I watched as El Pablo, Scorpio and Lavender got their championship matches over me…a match I felt like I deserved…I watched all my hard work be ignored this season and despite that…I’m the one here holding this championship and tonight I get to face the former champion and show the EWC why it’s me standing here as the Undisputed Champion and not Lavender…plus…
Xavier turns and smiles at Bunny…
Reid: The idea of me and you in those waters for 3 weeks…I mean that’s a hell of a motivation…
He gives her a wink as he walks away…Tommy is about to follow when Bunny grabs him by the jacket…
Bunny Love: You better make damn sure YOU do whatever it takes to get the win out there tonight…or YOU will be paying for this trip to Bora Bora…
Bunny gives her father a threatening look before smiling…
Bunny Love: Good Luck!!
She jumps up and leaves Tommy standing alone shaking his head…
MATCH #6
Lavender Vs Xavier Reid
Singles Match - Non-Title
Referee: Toyo Yasahiro
We return to ringside.
KD: Touching moment from Phoenix Winterborn, and some backstage talk from Xavier Reid and Bunny Love. Now we head into Reid Vs Lavender.
P-Dug: Opening Match Hype Comments
Chriqui: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first From Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 132 pounds... LAVENDER!!!
The lights go out as 'Better Without You' by Evanescence begins to play. The lights start to flash in time to the intro until the beat starts to kick up in the song. At around the thirty-six-second mark 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 demeanour spread across her face. As Lavender reaches the bottom of the ramp she walks over to the steel steps, walks up the steel stairs, and takes another glance across the crowd before wiping her feet and entering the ring. Once inside the ring Lavender 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.
Chriqui: And the opponent, residing in New Your City and weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the current EWC Undisputed Champion, he is... XAVIER REID!!!
The spotlights inside the arena start to flash around the crowd as 'Papercut' starts to play out. Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage and pulls his t-shirt off and drops it on the stage. His manager, ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love follows him out onto the stage, waving 'The Love Stick' around. Xavier walks to the front of the stage and crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest and smirks as Tommy follows from behind and acts as if he’s going to hit the camera with the ‘Love Stick’. Tommy points to the ring and Xavier marches up the steps and steps into the ring, goes to the far corner and jumps up to the second rope and looks out over the fans as Tommy Love walks towards the referee, already complaining about something trying to influence the referee or at least bully him into giving them the advantage
DING DING DING
Both move for a collar and elbow but Lavender grabs Reid’s arm and pulls him to the mat with an armdrag. Lavender grabs at Reid’s arm and twists him into a fujiwara armbar. Reid yells in pain but manages to roll backwards onto his back to break the hold. Both get to their feet where Lavender grabs Reid hitting a spike DDT. He staggers to his feet and stumbles into the corner. Lavender runs and throws herself at Reid with a poetry in motion. Reid staggers from the corner where Lavender scoops him up hitting a Michinoqu driver. She hooks the legs.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Reid lifts a shoulder high off the mat breaking the count. Lavender lifts him to his feet but Reid counters with a backdrop. Lavender spins landing on her feet but Reid falls back hitting Lavender with a Pele kick. Lavender gets to her feet and charges at Reid. He ducks and cracks Lavender with a slap to the face that spins Lavender around. Reid jumps taking Lavender over with a reverse frankensteiner. Reid hits Lavender with a dropkick to the side of the head and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Lavender rolls a shoulder off the mat breaking the count.
KD: That was it! How was that NOT it!?
P-Dug: I don’t know. Lavender damn near had her head dropkicked off her shoulders and yet she managed to get a shoulder up!
Reid lifts Lavender to her feet and drives her to the mat with a Love Shot. Lavender bounces off the mat crashing back down. Reid hooks the leg as he makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Lavender just manages to roll to her side to break the count. Reid gets to his feet lifting Lavender to hers. Reid lifts her to the top turnbuckle and climbs to join her. Reid lifts Lavender for a CTE but Lavender shifts her weight mid air and both clatter to the mat. Lavender manages to get to her feet just before Reid. She grabs him and drops him down with a Butterfly Effect. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Reid manages to roll to his side enough to lift his shoulder from the mat.
P-Dug: Just and no more! Any closer and somebody gets a new diary!
KD: That being said, I still don’t know how Lavender kicked out of the Love Shot either! Both are very much in this contest!
Lavender lifts Reid to his feet and hits him with two forearms to the jaw and whips him off the ropes. She pops him up for an Amity Affliction. Reid counters with a Beast Slayer. Lavender drops to the mat. Reid rolls over her. He hooks the leg as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... XAVIER REID!!!!
Reid climbs to the second rope. He holds his arms out, briefly, like an airplane before climbing down and heading through the ropes and up the ramp.
KD: Time for some literal Bunny-hopping across the world as Xavier Reid has just earned himself an all expenses trip for himself and Bunny for three weeks. Where would you go?
P-Dug: Dubai! My mom wants to go there and I just want to send her photos saying ‘I got there first’. Someone else that came close but was pipped at the post was Lavender. She put on a hell of a performance here tonight. She could have easily have gotten the win and I can not wait to see what happens for her next season. Maybe the championship roles will be reversed this time next season.
We open to ringside where a table and two chairs has been set-up. In one of them sits Rampage interviewer Brian Spade with a microphone in hand. The crowd begin to simmer down as he raises the mic.
Spade: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome… making his final Rampage return… “The S-Factor” SCORPIO!
The crowd pop loudly as “Iconic” hits the speakers. Scorpio and Crème de la Crème emerge from the back with The Prime Minister wearing a chic outfit in Rampage green, a throwback to his former home brand. He smiles at the crowd and stops along the ramp to shake hands, take selfies, and sign autographs. The pair hit the ring and Scorpio greets Spade with a handshake before taking the second chair and microphone. Crème perches herself on the turnbuckles as the music fades out.
Spade: Prime Minister, 46th President, Baddest Bitch On The Planet, People’s Camp, S-Factor… welcome home.
A huge cheer goes up as Scorpio smiles and surveys the Rampage crowd greeting him.
Scorpio: I’ve had many homes in my 16 years in the ring, but Rampage always has a special place in my heart. It’s where I started in the EWC, it’s where I was one half of Rebelle, where I became the Tag Team Champion, the United States Champion – ending the longest reign in EWC history – and where I eventually claimed the Undisputed Championship and became an EWC Triple Crown Champion. Hell, it’s even where I almost became President of the EWC…
He gives a soft laugh reminiscing about his attempted coup of the EWC as the crowd cheer for his achievements.
Spade: How do you feel being back on a Friday Night?
Scorpio: A mix of emotions really darling. The reaction from this beautiful people in the stands will live with me forever, I couldn’t be more grateful – but of course there’s a nostalgia and sadness that this is the final time I’ll step into a Rampage ring. I’ve had a wonderful five years in this company, but all great things must come to an end.
Spade: That they must, and in fact that makes a wonderful segue. You see there’s a certain someone whose great thing came to an end at your hands, and when he heard I was interviewing you he wanted to come and see you face to face…
Scorpio raises an eyebrow and looks to the stage as the crowd simmer down and tense silence falls over the arena. All of a sudden “Ace of Spades” blares out and the crowd explode with cheers. The S-Factor leaps to his feet as Ace King comes out from the back staring down his old nemesis and the man that ended 777. King heads down the ramp with his gaze fully fixed on Scorpio before climbing into the ring, the two legends of the sport staring one another down. The crowd begin to build in anticipation as it looks like a brawl may well spill out. King takes up Spade’s microphone as the interviewer exits the ring.
King: Long time no see…
Scorpio: It’s certainly been a while, hasn’t it sweetie? You look well.
King: Been better, been worse.
Scorpio: Ain’t that the truth…
KD: Look at these two, who can forget their storied wars over the years?
P-DUG: We might be able to get a pay-per-view main event for free right here!
The two stand opposite the table still locking eyes.
King: It’s been almost three years since you brutalised my trainees, made it your personal mission to break me, and took the United States Championship from me…
The S-Factor grins slightly.
Scorpio: Good times, eh?
King: I should cave your damn head in for that right here and right now…
Scorpio clenches his fist in anticipation as King inhales sharply, though a smirk washes over him first.
King: …but I got to do that with the Undisputed Championship at the Rumble a couple years back, so I’d say we’re even.
The crowd offers an ‘OOOOOH’ as Scorpio simply nods with a smirk; ‘The Gambler’ raises an eyebrow devilishly before holding a hand out.
King: See, I’ve been in this sport just as long as you have, I know how it warps us and how it makes us do things we’d maybe like to take back. You’re bowing out in a few weeks – and gracefully, at that – and we’re both getting too damn old to hold silly grudges that were born out of competition. Scorpio, you reprehensible son of a bitch, I wish you all the best.
He offers a smile as Scorpio takes his hand and the two old enemies shake to rapturous cheers. The S-Factor looks visibly relaxed at seeing one more ghost put to rest as Ace nods his head.
King: Now, as we all know you’re not one to simply slip away and Lord knows you’re making one hell of a song and dance over this retirement. You and Melody still have a contract to sign, and if I remember rightly, she left the ball firmly in your court to decide what the match type would be… so shall we welcome the Queen out here?
“You Should See Me In A Crown” hits the speakers and the crowd give a mixed reaction to Malone as she emerges from the back, some cheers for seeing these three in the ring together one more time, some boos for Malone because… well… it’s Melody Malone. She has a clipboard and contract in one hand and microphone in the other.
KD: What a sight this is: A combined 23 EWC championships in the ring right now, including six Undisputed Championships between this trio of future Hall of Famers.
P-DUG: We'll gloss over how Scorpio is just one of those Undisputeds and less than a third of the total...
Queen Melody climbs into the ring and the once-great trio of the EWC stare one another down before Malone and Scorpio take seats on opposite sides of the table.
Malone: John…
Scorpio: Emily?
King: Christ, all we need is Cyrus Black and we can probably forget COVID ever happened with the 2019 throwback.
Malone throws him a side-eye as Scorpio smirks. King takes the contract from her and produces a pen, flipping through the pages before he reaches where he wanted to get to.
King: Now… there’s still something very important missing…
Scorpio: The bit where Melody has to go on a course of the strongest antibiotics before I’ll let her touch me?
Malone: No the bit where really this is a grievous error for your final match given our track record.
Scorpio: Now now Your Majesty I think perhaps we’re a bit closer in record than you think—
Malone: Close, but no cigar darling.
She gestures her two fingers close together and squints as the crowd go “ooooooh” at her reminder that she’s bested Scorpio far more than he’s managed to defeat her. Scorpio rolls his eyes playfully as he leans back in the chair, while all Ace can do is shake his head at the pair.
King: I was talking about the match type.
Scorpio: Ah yes, well Mel I’ve been thinking long and hard on this. I did consider forcing you to wrestle blindfolded with a hand behind your back, but it seemed a little… gauche…
Malone: Or you were concerned you’d lose?
Scorpio: Yeah that too. But really there’s only one match type this could be, isn’t there? My entire time in the EWC has been defined by one match. Half the times we’ve wrestled you’ve desperately tried to put me through a burning table just to remind me of what I once went through…
The crowd begin to build in noise as they realise exactly what Scorpio is referencing. A grin spreads over Malone’s face as King’s eyebrows raise.
KD: You don’t think…? Surely not?
P-DUG: What a way that would be for him to go out!
Scorpio: There’s a ghost of the EWC I’ve carried around almost as long as I’ve carried the pair of you around with me, one night that turned me from the sassy loveable camp icon to the bitter twisted paranoid conspiracy theorist I’ve been trying to overcome. One match type I’ve tried time and time again to conquer… what better way to end my career and my time in the EWC than by taking on my greatest foe inside my greatest foe…
He pauses briefly, mostly for dramatic effect, a camp and iconic move right out the campest icon’s playbook.
Scorpio: So how about it, my Queen? Scorpio and Melody Malone… INSIDE OF AN INSANITY CAGE?!
The crowd erupts with cheers as Malone’s grin widens and she lifts the contract and pen from Ace King’s hand signing her name with haste. She tosses it over to Scorpio who signs his name, and King takes the contract from both of them, checking it over. He nods his head as “Iconic” blasts over the speakers once again. The three get to their feet and look to one another before climbing from the ring. The trio head to the back side by side as the crowd chant “THANK YOU GAMBLER!” “THANK YOU PRIME MINISTER!” and even (shockingly) “THANK YOU QUEEN!”
KD: An Insanity Cage! One of the most hellacious constructs in this sport’s history, and the site of Scorpio’s fall from grace… he’s going back in!
P-DUG: WrestleFest just got even bigger, a bit like how in 2018 Melody Malone’s breas—
KD: That’s enough.
MAIN EVENT | MATCH #7
Gideon Gage Vs Moxie
Falls Count Anywhere In New York
Referee: Toyo Yasahiro
Gideon Gage Vs Moxie
Falls Count Anywhere In New York
Referee: Toyo Yasahiro
We return to ringside where Emmanuelle Chriqui stands in the ring. She raises up her microphone to a big pop from the crowd.
KD: It is main event time and this is going to be a wild one to say the least!
P-Dug: Hope Gideon Gage breaks Moxie's nose for what he did to my older brother!
Chriqui: The following match is a falls count anywhere in...
Chriqui is cut-off by Gideon Gage rushing out from the back, Moxie scooped up in a bearhug, heading directly for the ring.
KD: I guess this match has began!
P-Dug: Ring the bell!!
DING DING DING
Moxie tries to squirm out of Gideon's clutches, but Gideon just flops him up and down hard onto the rings apron. Moxie tries to collect his bearings, but Gideon grabs his head between both of his hands before yeeting him over the top rope into the ring. Gideon jumps up onto the apron, then he steps up and over the ring-ropes into the ring. Moxie pushes himself up to his feet and spins around, right into a big-boot from Gage that blasts him backwards off his feet into a corner.
KD: Gideon Gage is Rampage's final boss, and Moxie's underleveled.
P-Dug: I thought our brother was insane to let this match happen, but Gideon is really bringing it to Moxie!
Gideon Gage sizes up Moxie and then rushes at him, looking for a corner avalanche. Moxie grabs the top-rope and throws himself out of the ring at the last second. Gideon hits the corner-pads with such a force that they explode off the post and send him flying backwards into the center of the ring, a victim of his own momentum. Moxie rolls into the ring as Gideon Gage pushes himself up and he jumps into a superkick, catching Gage on the top of his head and dropping him back onto his face. Moxie drags Gage up by his head and gives him five knees in succession right into the mouth before shoving him up into the ropes. Gage's weight hits the ropes and combined with one post being broken, the ropes go numb and Gage topples out of the ring to the padded concrete.
P-Dug: Moxie is making a shocking comeback here, he might actually pull this off.
KD: His hatred of us Duggan's is fueling him into a frenzy!
Gideon Gage pushes himself up to his feet, real groggy. Moxie sizes him up and then rushes looking for a dive... Gage wraps a meaty hand around Moxie's throat before shifting Moxie's weight into a giant chokeslam against the ring-apron. With the post broken and the ropes loose, the ring shifts under the sudden impact and collapses in on itself. Gage drags Moxie away from the ring by his ankle, and then he kicks him in the testicles. Gage drags Moxie up by his head, and then SPINEBUSTER right on the ring-ramp. Gage goes to the broken ring and drags out a table. He sets it up and then makes his way back over to Moxie. Gage drags Moxie up into a fallaway slam, and then yeets him backwards through the table five feet away. Moxie crawls from the wreckage, but Gage is there to drag him up and shove him down with a very forceful shoulder block. Gage drags Moxie up by his face again, but this time Moxie kicks Gage in his own testicles before grabbing his fingers and pop dislocating them! Gage stumbles back and Moxie throws everything he's got into a lariat that takes Gage off his feet.
KD: Gideon Gage falls like a sack of bricks off that lariat.
P-Dug: And he might never have another daughter!
Moxie heads over to the broken ring, and grabs up... THE GOLDEN CHAIR!? Moxie sizes up Gideon Gage as he stands, and then he smashes the chair into Gage's face with the force of a thousand exploding suns. Blood begins to gush from Gage's face down onto the padded concrete. Moxie hits him again, and again, and again. Moxie goes for another, but Gage punches the chair clean out of his hands. Gage smiles in Moxie's face, his face a crimson mask with blood gushing from his nose into his mouth. Moxie punches Gage in the mouth. Moxie punches Gage in the mouth a second time. Moxi... Gage grabs Moxie by the throat and YEETS him ten feet into the air! Moxie lands hard in the center of the collapsed ring. The momentum is such that Moxie bounces to his feet after impact, and then he rushes Gage and jumps into a spear, damn near cutting the bigger man in half!
P-Dug: These men are going to kill each other here tonight!
KD: All in my honor 🥹.
Moxie pushes off of Gideon Gage and stands, but he stumbles around a bit and nearly falls. Gideon Gage spins off his back to his belly, and then he pushes up to his hands and knees. Moxie comes up and gives Gideon's face a big punt-kick, before dragging him up into a pump-handle position and dragging Gage up and down into Moxie's Endgame! Moxie spins Gage onto his stomach and kicks him in the back of the head three times before dragging him up into another pump-handle, and spinning around into another Moxie's Endgame, but this one he modifies while hoisting Gage's legs up and spinning him into a tombstone piledriver. Moxie's Death Note! Moxie makes a deadweight cover, but he glares at the hard-cam the entire time.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... MOXIE!!!
Medical staff help Moxie to his feet, but Moxie headbutts them away. An additional ref tries to calm Moxie down, but Moxie kicks him in the groin. Moxie begins to yell about Grizzly Duggan as five security officers tackle him. Gideon Gage is helped up by medical staff, but he promptly chokeslams his aid before also getting tackled.
KD: Moxie wins tonight on the Rampage finale. But security guards win the war!
P-Dug: Moxie and Grizzly Duggan is going to come to a head at Wrestlefest, I can feel it. And I'll be there!
KD: Well folks. We've had an exciting finale here tonight. But that's it for Friday Night Rampage in 2023. We'll see you next year for a new season, and maybe a new GM if Moxie kills Grizzly Duggan!
Camera cuts to ...
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Morgan Darkwater
Xavier Reid
Scorpio/Melody Malone
Cosmo Goldworthy/Chris Page
Alexander Umbra/Jason Anderson
Phoenix Winterborn
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH TWO
WRITER: Alexander Umbra
MATCH THREE
WRITER: The Mad King
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH FIVE
WRITER: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH SIX
WRITER: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH SEVEN | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: FN'R
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RECAP OF WINNERS
MATCH #1
Young Justice Vs Shinijoshi (Emiko Okita & "Headhuntress" Aiya)
Tag Team Match
WINNER(S): Shinijoshi - If Shinijoshi win, Emiko Okita will receive a collection of baseball bats and "Headhuntress" Aiya will receive custom golden daggers.
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MATCH #2
Alexander Umbra Vs Jason Anderson
X-Division Match
WINNER(S): Jason Anderson - If Jason Anderson wins, he will receive one of Roddy Piper's lost bag-pipes.
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MATCH #3
Mad King (NS) Vs The Mercenary
TKO Match
WINNER(S): The Mercenary - If The Mercenary wins, that diamond studded golden crown will be melted down and turned into a badass pair of sunglasses for Mercenary.
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MATCH #4
SONYA Vs Vin Havoc
Singles Ma
WINNER(S): SONYA - If SONYA wins, the EWC will help her build her dream-home in Hawaii.
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MATCH #5
Ace King Vs Phoenix Winterborn
Singles Match
WINNER(S): Ace King - If Ace King wins, he will be gifted an autographed unopened collection of Motörhead vinyl.
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MATCH #6
Lavender Vs Xavier Reid
Singles Match - Non-Title
WINNER(S): Xavier Reid - If Xavier Reid wins, the EWC will pay for he and Bunny Love to take an all expenses paid 3 week vacation to anywhere they choose.
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MAIN EVENT | MATCH #7
Gideon Gage Vs Moxie
Falls Count Anywhere In New York
WINNER(S): Moxie - If Moxie loses, he will take Koala Duggan to an expensive 15 course restaurant and pay the bill.
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Mercenary, Ace King, Xavier Reid, Moxie
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Lavender Vs Xavier Reid
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