FN'R/SNR Tallahassee, FL - 2/8/08

[Michael Saint]

[glow=blue,2,300]Saturday Night Rush[/glow]

Hometown Match
Ace Steele vs Doink the Clown

Steele would try to avenge his recent WWE release by beating on Doink, a main stay of he WWE for many years, with reckless abandon. Steele would throw Doink to the outside and slam him into the steel stairs. He would bash Doink's head into the outside barrier, before rolling Doink back into the ring.

Doink would catch him on his way in, and take advantage for several minutes. With Steele down, Doink would go up top and leap off for a whoopee cushion, but Steele would move. Doink landed on his feet, but as he turned around, Steele lifted him up and took him down with a Twist of Cain. He would then go up to the middle rope and leap off with a head butt, just as he did as Donald Trump and get the three count for the win.

Winner: Ace Steele

[glow=blue,2,300]Rush Main Event[/glow]
Vs

DJ would start things off by shoving Dexter. Dexter would get back up and come at DJ again before getting shoved once more, before Dexter would initiate a lock up. DJ would go behind and go for a quick German Suplex, but Dexter landed on his feet. He then ran into DJ from behind, pushed him into the ropes and tried to roll him up into a pin, but DJ would hold on, and Dexter would roll back onto his feet.

DJ would catch Dexter charging in and throw him to the ropes. In one vertical leap Dexter would find himself up on the top rope, and leaped off with a moonsault, taking DJ down and getting a two-count. Dexter would get to his feet quickly and start beating on DJ with blows to the head. But, DJ would duck one, get behind Dexter and lift him up, putting his legs on the top rope, and them taking him down with a Death Sentence. DJ would pin him and get a three count.

Winner:

[Michael Saint]

<"Bleed The Freak" by Alice in Chains begins to play as Rampage General Manager Cameron Hayden steps onto the stage, and makes his way down the ramp, dressed in a pair of jeans and a Rampage T-Shirt. In his hands is a small white plastic bag. He climbs into the ring and grabs a mic.>

Cameron: The views I am about to express are my own, but as you will see they might just be yours too! Welcome everyone to the View From Above. This last week Saul Weisz returned from his latest tour. To commemorate the fact that anyone would go out and listen to this blow hard abuse a guitar and moan like a whale giving birth, I decided to pick up a copy of his latest album...

<Cameron reaches into the bag and pulls out Saul's album, "Rockstar.">

Cameron: From the opening cord I disparately began to hope that this could somehow get better... It never did. This album was by far one of the most painful things I have ever experienced. I would rather shoot myself in the temple than ever listen to this album again!

<Cameron opened the CD case and pulled out the disk. He began to bend it, as though he were going to break it... and then he suddenly stopped...>

Cameron: Wait? What in the hell am I doing? Have I really become this big of a joke to you people? Am I really THAT big of a wash up? What in the hell is wrong with me? I went from being the biggest star this company has to breaking CDs for cheep pops. What in the hell have I become? Well, this has to stop.

Cameron: See, I have t compete for notoriety now because of the FORCE and Shadow Man, a group of people seek to bring up some cheap nostalgia and stroke Shadow Man's ego. Shadow Man, the same guy I willing gave my spot to, so I could step down and heal. So I could step down from being the stop star because my body was a bit too beaten up. Well, now, after more than six months in retirement, I am healed. I am a hall of famer and I am sick and tired of sitting back and watching as the show I saved, the show I made number one slips back down the ratings.

<Cameron pulls off his Rampage t-shirt.>

Cameron: You can consider this my resignation. I am all healed up. I could step back into the ring tomorrow and start saving Rampage again. But I am not. I'll be stepping into the ring at the Supershow, and after that I will never step foot on Friday Night Rampage again! The EWC, Rampage, Shadow Man, The FORCE, you can all go to hell!

<Cameron raises one arm in the air.>

Cameron: My name is Cameron Hayden, I am above you... AND I QUIT!

<Cameron drops the mic as "Bleed the Freak" begins to play again. He slides out of the ring and walks up the ramp.>

Tag Team Match
and a Mystery Partner vs &

(The Rampage audience would be shocked when Shadow Man revealed that his tag team partner was none other than EWC Champion James Chambers! Shadow and Hester would start off the match with Shadow Man getting an early advantage and really taking it to the much younger and greener Hester. Shadow Man would tag out to Chambers and the crowd would erupt when he got in the ring. Chambers would be in great form as he threw Hester around the ring like a ragdoll. Hester would tag out to Noah who would come in hitting a series of shots on Chambers that would cause him to tag back out. Shadow Man would unload on Noah would a flurry, but was not able to keep the fighting spirit of Noah down as he would refuse to be pinned by the champ.)

( Noah would make a tag to Hester who would get taken down by Shadow Man and then rammed head first into a ringpost. Shadow would connect with The Darkness on Hester, but Noah would break up the three count. The finish came when Shadow Man tagged out to Chamber before taking Noah out of the ring. Chambers would land An Earthquake on Hester who was still out of it and get the pin for his team.)

Winners: &

(Open in the office of EWC VP Michael Saint along with Cameron Hayden and El Chupacabra.)

Cameron: I have to do this Michael you that right.

Saint: Yeah. I see your point. I really wish you would stay.

Cameron: You and Project F.E.A.R. have my total support, but this is something for Cameron here.

Saint: Well I have to wish you luck then.

(They shake hands)

Cameron: And hey remember man we have a match to win at the Super Show right.

Saint: Oh yeah! God Squad is better than them.

Cameron: Always

Saint: Now my little problem. I am going to need a new GM for Rampage yet again.

Chupa: Not really.

Saint: What do you mean?

Chupa: I knew that Cameron was leaving we spoke about it. I took it upon myself to go talk to the man himself Big Mac about your new GM. It was not easy, but I got him to let the perfect person be the new GM.

(A redheaded Lady walks in the room. She is in her mid to late 20's)

Saint: You

Chupa: Yes her.

Saint: No

Lena Katina: Yes Michael I am your new GM.

Saint: Well it is nice to see you Lena. You are as stunning as ever. How did you pull this one off Chupa.

Lena: Simple I am going to be the impartial force on this show. Project F.E.A.R. is running wild over this show I am going to prevent it.

(Saint winks)

Saint: Sure I know you and your history with my brother. You are like his sister.

Lena: He made a deal. If I show any sort of favoritism at all, especially towards Project F.E.A.R. both Chupa and I will be fired from EWC permanently.

Saint: What!

Chupa: It is what is best Michael. Lena is a good person for the job. She is a smart person for the business and she will help bring this show to the top.

Lena: Even if I have to do things that you do not like Michael.

Saint: You can't support this.

Chupa: Trust me Michael. You want this show to be good?

Saint: It already is good.

Lena: Well I will make it better. We work together we can make Rampage unbeatable.

Saint: Whatever, I have an idea of who to be GM you are not needed Lena.

(Lena pulls out a sheet of paper)

Lena: It is in writing Michael. Sorry, but I am your GM. Anyone you hire will have to work under me.

Saint: Fine I will still hire him. He will be your Co General Manager.

Lena: Fine by me.

(Jesse Nunez and Anarchist enter the room.)

Jesse: You wanted us Boss.

Saint: Yes sit down.

Jesse: Alright.

Saint: Anarchist we need to talk about your standing on Rampage. You have not won a match since you came back.

Anarchist: I know I am sorry.

Saint: I am a giving man, but I am afraid I am going to have to let you go from EWC.

Anarchist: WHAT!

Jesse: You are kidding right.

Saint: No sorry.

Jesse: That is my damn cousin man. You can't do that!

Lena: You are right Jesse he can't.

Saint: Excuse me.

Lena: Jesse do not worry I will not let him fire Anarchist. He is safe as long as you want him around.

Saint: Fine this is not over by a long shot.

(Fade to a commercial)

Tag Team Match
& Vs & The Anarchist

Ricker and Anarchist would start things off. Ricker would quickly wrestle Anarchist to the ground and begin to pound on him. Anarchist would roll out of the ring to take a breather, and Ricker would roll out and follow him. As he had Anarchist within his grasp, Jesse jumped off the apron with a cross body and took Ricker down. Anarchist and Jesse would throw Ricker back into the ring and tags in Jesse.

Jesse would beat on Ricker for a while, until out of nowhere Ricker would catch Jesse with the Fate Sealer. He would then crawl over and Tag Angel in. Jesse would be pulling himself up, and as he turned around, Angel drop kicked him down. He would get up and she would drop kick him again. And then jesse would tag in Anarchist. They would try and double team Angel, before Ricker came in. They would both throw Jesse to the outside, and Ricker would pick up Anarchist on his shoulder and helps Angel hit him with a Heaven;'s Gate and gets the pin.

Winners &

Post Match

After the match Anarchist and Jesse begin to talk about what just happened. They would shake hands and ...... Jesse would clock Anarchist in the back of the head. Jesse would pull a pink piece of paper out of his pocket and put it in his cousins mouth and ask for a mic.

Jesse: Anarchist by decree of VP Saint and by my choosing. You are FIRED!

(commercial)

[Michael Saint]

(Open backstage where we see Saint and Nunez)

Saint: That was great man.

Jesse: The ultimate swerve we showed her man.

(Lena enters the room with Chupa.)

Lena: What the heck was that?

Jesse: Me doing what was best for the team.

Lena: He was your cousin you sick bastard. You share flesh and blood with that man. You fired him!

Jesse: I did what was right for Project F.E.A.R.

Lena: I am not happy about this and you two are jerks.

Jesse: Oh well what will you do about it little lady.

Lena: I can't rehire him nor can I fire you Jesse I do not have that authority.

Jesse: Nothing just like I thought. Go along you have no power here. You are a figurehead just like the Queen of England.

Lena: I have power here. I can book you in a match.

Jesse: I am a former EWC Champion who do you have that will beat me.

Lena: Interesting you would say that. I have a former EWC Champion for you to take on next Rampage on the 22nd. A man who just so happens to be the current World Champion as well.

Jesse: Ah shit

Lena: On February 22nd Jesse Nunez will face Shadow Man one on one.

Jesse: You need to learn your place.

(Jesse gets close to Lena, but Chupa steps in.)

Chupa: I would not do that if I were you. I like you Jesse. You are a talented kid, but that is my best friend you are threatening. You lay a hand on her you have to deal with me. Project F.E.A.R. aside I will knock your fucking block off boy.

Saint: Jesse back off. Chupa step down as well. I do not want you two fighting you need to set an example for the younger members of our group.

(Jesse backs off.)

Lena: Oh and Jesse if Shadow Man beats Mac at the Super Show I want you to know that you will not be competing for the World Title. Sorry buddy.

(Jesse mumbles under his breath as we fade to the ring.)

Interviewer:…Please welcome, Level-One!

*Level-One’s music hits . An array of blue lights flash through the darkness of the arena. And from the curtains, Level-One slowly walks out to the top-of the ramp, with loud boos from the crowd. Level-One makes a B-line to the ring as pyro shoots up behind him. Level-One walks towards a crowd, and grabs a sign, ripping it in the process. Level-One than runs into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. Level-One gets up, and jumps up on the corner turn-buckle, signaling he wants his belt back while shouting at a few fans in the process. The interview, hurries to ask his question*

Interviewer: …Let’s not waste time Level-One. And give us the answer, all these fans have been waiting for!

*The crowd boo’s, as Level-One turns his head backwards to look at the interviewer that stands in the ring behind him. Level-One jumps off the turn-buckle, and approaches the interviewer with a great deal of hostility.*

Interviewer: Uh, I’m sorry sir. It’s just that, your fans are starting to think your ducking his challenge, and talking behind his back. I just wanted to clear…

*Level-One hits the interviewer with a knee to the gut, and violently whips him over the ropes, to the out-side of the ring. Level-One grabs a mic, and violenty stomps around the ring, as if he was living off the crowd’s boos.*

Level-One: Is that clear enough!? All week, I’ve had people asking me what I thought about Sean’s challenge---And all, week I’ve been ignoring it. Trying to focus on rampage, and trying to focus on the super show---So I can award myself with a main-event spot at, Strangle Mania. But no, you people. You damn people, pester me and remind me, just about how much the little fucker is out to get me. And that’s why, I’m going to deal with him on H-C-W!

Crowd: H-C-W, Sucks. H-C-W, Sucks. H-C-W, Sucks!

He won, the hardcore championship last week. And you people, talk about it like I have ANYTHING to worry about. That hardcore championship, is trashier than Lance Fiennes being dumped in a garbage truck with the belt tucked under his damn arm-pit! You people claim, Sean Ferguson is a man who speaks volumes with even the shortest dialogue, but how’s that going to help him? When I knock his teeth, along with his tongue down his throat?

I’ll tell you what, Sean. I accept your challenge, with open arms. I accept your challenge, like you’re mom did when you came home from school and came out the closet---Hand in hand, with Joey Orsome! Sean, I accept you’re damn challenge…Do you here me!?

*Level-One stops, as the crowd breaks out in a small cheer. Happy, to hear about the upcoming match*

7th Level of Pane, match huh? Original? I pity you. I’m sure the only reason you decided to come up with this stupid cluster-fuck of a match, due to the word pun with my name it comes with. You’re an old dog Sean, trying to come up with new tricks. New ways to fly, in the breeze of new wind.

7th pane match?...It’s on. Bring whatever hardcore crap you want to bring to the table. I got a napkin, a fork, and a hungry stomach and nothing that you can personally deliver will satisfy my hunger. What I bring to the table, will. There’s nothing, and I mean nothing better than beating an old dog that is out of tricks. In his own backyard, and on the door step of his own dog house.

*Level-One nod’s his head, and leanes over the ropes*

1 pane, 2 pane, 3 pane, four. 5 pane, 6 pane and the 7th just FERGED your damn world!

HCW, Level-One is coming! And he WILL make a fucking impact! See you soon cupcake.

*Level-One winks before slamming the mic down so his partner and opponents can come out

Tag Team Match
Vs &

(Deniro and Destiny start off the match for their respective teams. Deniro with a lock up and taunts his opponents for a bit before backing off and tagging in his partner. Level One comes in laughing at the women. He thinks he is too good to be taking these two on. Destiny disagrees as she lands a righthand dead between the eyes of Level One. Level One is up and tags back in Deniro and Destiny tags to Brenda. Brenda with a series of moves, but goes for a flying move and that is a mistake. Deniro catches her and powerslams her down to the mat hard. Deniro tags in Level One who hits a series of slams, but somehow Brenda fights her way to her corner and tags in her sister. Destiny is a house of fire taking down the two members of FORCE! Who then go to the outside. )

(FORCE regroups before getting back in and Deniro gets the tag. Deniro would some underhanded tactics, but gets back on the advantage for his team. Destiny makes a tag back to Brenda, but she is not ready to fight the two young studs of FORCE. Level One comes back in and goes for The Darkness Shine, but Brenda fights out of it and tags in her sister. Destiny hits some moves and is able to get a close two count on Level One. The finish would come when Level One would hit a hard DDT. Level One would go for a Level Advance as Deniro came off with a Double Stomp onto Destiny. Level One would pick up the pin, but the Vixen Sisters continue to be a great tag team turning heads on Rampage.)

Winners: &

(Commercial)

[Michael Saint]

(Michael Saint and Cameron Hayden are walking down the hallway talking.)

Saint: I am not sure about this man.

Cameron: Trust her she is smart.

(Gladiator and Rev come up to them.)

Rev: Gentlemen.

Gladiator: Last week you two tried to make fools out of us.

Rev: I do not like that, but instead of going down to your level we are here to say watch your back in the match. We are coming for you and it will not be good if we end up against one another.

(The camera pans to The Vixen Sister who are talking to Lena and Chupa.)

Lena: Nice job tonight you two.

Chupa: Totally I am impressed.

Brenda: We will hit out stride. We can still take any two females in EWC.

Lena: Really?

Destiny: I do not doubt it.

Lena: I want to test that theory. How about on February 22nd you two take on the other two women on Rampage. The Vixen Sisters against Angel and Beth Harte.

Destiny: Fine by us.

(BDC and Shadow Man comes up.)

Lena: Can I help you.

Shadow Man: Just want to say hi to our new GM.

Lena: Thanks.

BDC: Not bad looking either.

(Lena smiles)

Shadow Man: I agree.

BDC: You know I am not just tall I am big in many ways. I can show you.

Chupa: Dude do not whip it out again like you did at that bar in Long Island!

BDC: Hey I had a lot to drink on that night.

Lena: Keep it in your pants. I am not interested in you two. I do not care for guys. I prefer girls.

(Chupa laughs)

BDC: I do want something. I want a challenge. I want to be a champ and defend my belt.

Lena: I can do that as well. I think that Ricker has done well lately. How about on February 22nd BDC will defend the X Title against fellow FORCE Member Ricker inside a steel cage!

BDC: I like that.

Shadow Man: I have a match I heard.

Lena: Yeah you do.

BDC: Are you sure Lena I mean it is really big.

Lena: No thanks

(Lena leaves and Chupa walks over to the two men.)

Chupa: It is ok guys do not worry about it. I am sure their are loads of women out there that would rather sleep with another woman than either of your sorry asses.

(Chupa leaves and we go to the ring for our main event)


Vs

The intro of Refused's "The Shape of Punk to Come" rings out over the PA. The lights around the arena and above the ring begin to alternately turn on and off as a plethora of weapons and foreign objects are thrown through the curtain and out onto the stage. As the rest of the band fall in onto the driving riff that powers the cacophonous song, Crazyman bursts through the curtain wildeyed and raging. He stops for a moment to survey the scene in front of him, an arena of EWC fans baying for blood. He marches down to the ring, grabbing a weapon in each hand as he walks through the mess in front of him. Upon reaching the ring, he launches the weapons over the top rope and rolls quickly inside. Slowly he gets to his feet, and as he paces the squared circle everyone is treated to a cold, intense stare.

The silence of the crowd stirs around the atmosphere of the arena as it suddenly becomes disturbed by the sound of a horrific and deafening scream, a white mist begins to seep through from the ramp way, its swirling life source, only to cast itself lovingly into the air and towards the stage. The fans emptied eyes catch sight of the furious flickering of a large and diminishing light that seated itself comfortably above the ring, those emptied eyes only to catch sight of all the others that seemed to be following the same cruel fate as the first…short breaks of life and death emerge between each and every one of them as it spreads thoughtlessly across the arena. The crowd looks on worried, each and every face being filled with simple fear as their hearts beat rhythmically with the flickering lights of death… a sickening blue light only to swoon over the crowd. Just as any search light does when picking sight of its criminal… another one only to follow it in its quest. The two vibrant blue lights only to stop their search and cast a bright blue spotlight onto the center stage, meanwhile the scream begins to die out carefully. Suddenly a large circle of fire arises in a quick counter-clockwise motion, before exploding upwards as a tall dark figure appears within the center of the flames. Followed just seconds later by the pounding beats of "Digging up the Corpses" by DevilDriver blares across the helpless PA system. The delicate ears of the worried audience only to be crushed with pain as it drums through thoroughly...
A masculine figure being recognized as the arena’s lights begins to fade into a dull dim… allowing the enticed eyes of the audience to rest upon his face, a tiny vulgar smirk placed firmly upon his cold pink lips as his intense white-out eyes survey the sea of fans…
The blazing lights only to revive slowly as it beams down upon the man that stands confidentially in place before casually strolling down the ramp, a dark trenchcoat clinging securely to his frame buttoned down the center of his torso. Measuring each step as if every inch closer towards the ring sent a chill down the audience’s spine, while his arms dangling freely at each side. As he swayed them carefully moving along stepping over the black mats, before taking a sudden step placing his right knee onto the apron, tugging himself up as he grasped the middle rope pulling his weight onto the apron. Stepping into the ring as the silence remained throughout the arena, as he carefully motions towards the center of the ring. Standing motionless as he brings his hands chest-level, while in a prayer palms pressed and fingertips parallel vertically. Silently muttering words to himself before snapping his head back as his dredlocks fly from his face, within that moment all four turnbuckle posts are lit up by the explosive pyrotechnics as they erupt. He then lowers his arms and calmly exhales

( Crazyman whips Victor Hades to the ropes. Hades counters...Crazyman bounces on the ropes and comes back with flying clothesline! )

Madden: The impact of that clotheline took both superstars down.

Khan: And they're climbing to their feet...

( Crazyman right away puts Victor Hades into a Texas Cloverleaf)

Madden: Can Victor Hades make it to the ropes?

Khan: Maybe not.

( Hades tries to grab the ropes. Crazyman pulls Hades further away. )

Khan: This is hopeless!

( Crazyman tightens the hold..Victor Hades escapes and moves away! )

Khan: What a lucky person.

Madden: Yeah almost over already

( Hades is back to his feet and whips Crazyman to the ropes...Hades hits one of the best looking dropkicks I have ever seen Eat your heart out Bob Holly ! Crazyman gets up but Victor Hades is stalking and is waiting... )

Khan: Hahaha... Hades is already back to where he needs to be in this fight.

Madden: Victor Hades grabs Crazyman and hooks the Closed Casket!

Khan: And here is the cover!

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Madden: Crazyman gets the shoulder up!

Khan: That was a slow count! What a match.

( Crazyman gets his whits about him and sends Hades down with a back elbow and starts stomping. Crazyman goes MMA on his opponent as he elbows Victor Hades in the head repeatedly! Crazyman lets up for a second before he elbow drops Hades in the chest! Crazymans uses closed fists on Hades, but it is all good right now as he is on a roll! Crazyman picks Hades up. Crazyman brings his opponent to the outside. Crazyman hits a kick! Followed by a german suplex on the concrete!!!!!!!!! Crazyman throws Hades back into the ring and covers!)

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Kickout! Crazyman whips Hades to the ropes... Crazyman hits the drop kick! Victor Hades gets up but Crazyman is waiting...)

Khan: What is this?

Madden: Crazyman grabs Hades and hooks A Closed Casket!!!!!!!

Khan: And here is the cover!

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Madden: Victor Hades gets the shoulder up!

Khan: That was close!

( Both superstars fall out of the ring. The referee starts the count! Crazyman connects with a kick Victor Hades gives Crazyman a kick. Crazyman hits a chop. Hades gives Crazyman a polish hammer blow to the chest. )

Madden: They are fighting it out to the announcers table...

Khan: No! Not here!

Madden: Crazyman slams Victor's head right into the table!!

( Crazyman grabs Hades and then they both move back into the ring. Crazyman swings Hades to the ropes. Hades counters. Crazyman comes back and gets a )

Khan: powerslam!!

Madden: And now Crazy,am shakes the cobwebs off and springs up like nothing happened!

( Crazymans hits a DDT and goes up top. He leaps off with The Flying Elbow Drop!)

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Winner:

Crazyman calls for a microphone. A member of the ring crew hands him one, and he stumbles into the centre of the ring, looking towards the entrance ramp.

Crazyman: Michael Saint! Saint… I want to see you out here in this ring now.

The audience cheers.

Khan: What is Crazyman doing? He’s calling out the Vice-President of the company?

Madden: Maybe he wants to get fired!

For a moment there is silence as Crazyman yells up at the stage. After a minute, Michael Saint reluctantly steps out onto the ramp with a scowl on his face and a microphone in his hands.

Michael Saint: You have something you want to say to me?

Crazyman: Maybe I didn’t make myself clear. I said I want you in this ring!

The crowd cheer Crazyman on as Saint’s face crumples up in a look of anger and disgust.

Saint: I think I’m gonna stay right here, because this is my show, and I’ll decide where I go! Now what do you want?

Crazyman: What do you think I want? I know there’s something you’re not telling me. I want to know why you’d book this match? I want to know why you think I’d want to team up with two no good pricks like Deniro and Level One?

Saint: You want to know why I think you’d team with Level and Deniro? Well, since you hold pride and honour so much, how about the honour of representing your brand? How about the pride that comes with wrestling in the main event of a show dedicated to an EWC legend? Or how about this? Because I’m the Vice-President of the EWC, and if I tell you to wrestle in a match, you’ll do it.

Crazyman looks at Saint for a few seconds before raising the microphone to his mouth.

Crazyman: …And what if I refuse?

Saint: Well, then, I suppose I’d just have to knock some sense into you.

Victor Hades rushes Crazyman from behind, knocking him down. Hades begins to kick Crazyman repeatedly in the head and body, stomping away on him. Hades picks Crazyman up and starts to punch him in the face. Crazyman tries to defend himself, but Hades stops him with a boot to the stomach and an even flow DDT.

Khan: Victor Hades is attacking Crazyman without mercy!

Madden: And Saint is letting him do it! Watch out, he’s coming this way!

Hades throws Khan off his chair and picks it up, tossing it into the ring. He climbs back inside the ring. Crazyman has gotten to his knees, only for Victor Hades to swing the chair down upon his skull with a loud crack! Crazyman falls back to the canvas as Hades unleashes a barrage of chair shots, hitting Crazyman again and again.

Madden: Are you OK there, Khan?

Khan: I’m fine, but someone’s got to stop Victor Hades!

Madden: It’s too late, he’s going to punish Crazyman!

Victor Hades has struck Crazyman with the chair almost two dozen times. Crazyman is barely moving - it’s amazing that he’s even still conscious. Victor picks his limp body up, only to nail him with the Voice of Evil! The crowd are screaming wildly as they watch the decimation of Crazyman. Victor Hades smiles a sick, twisted smile as he sets the chair flat in the centre of the ring. He picks Crazyman up once and hoists him into a fireman’s carry.

Khan: Oh my God, not the Closed Casket!

Madden: The Closed Casket on the chair!

Hades taunts the crowd, but before he can perform the move, the lights go out. The crowd are still screaming, now unable to see anything. They go silent as everyone waits with baited breath to see what will happen.

Without warning, a monstrous roar fills the air. The unmistakable sounds of Godzilla’s Theme stir and rise on the PA. Pale white lights shine upon the ring, where Victor Hades stands, having dropped Crazyman in his confusion. A single spotlight shines on the stage, right on Michael Saint, who has watched the violence before him. The crowd begin to cheer as they notice a figure standing behind Saint. Michael Saint turns around to see a man towering over him. He backs out of the man’s way, and the stranger enters the light. He is wearing a musty old trenchcoat and fedora, but what is most striking is the white mask on his head, crude black lines making some sort of face.

Khan: Who… who is that?

Madden: I… don’t know.

The stranger slowly walks down the entrance ramp, his stance and speed never changing - he seems calm as he nears the ring. Victor Hades watches him walk down the ramp. Upon reaching ringside, the stranger removes his hat and coat. He walks up the ring steps and hangs them from the ring post. He steps over the top rope and stands in front of Victor Hades.

Hades hesitates at first, then charges, showing no fear. The stranger raises a leg and boots Hades in the face, sending him to the canvas. Victor doesn’t stay down for long, getting back to his feet quickly, but the stranger meets him with a stiff clothesline. Again, Hades gets back to his feet, but the stranger grabs him by the throat with both hands, lifts him up, and slams him to the ground!

Khan: He just picked up a 260 pound man and threw him down like he was nothing!

Madden: Who is this guy!?

The stranger lifts Victor Hades up by the hair. Hades responds by punching him in the face, but the stranger does not react to the blows. Instead, he knocks Hades into the ropes with a stiff shot to the throat, before lifting him up onto one shoulder and planting him with a sitdown tombstone piledriver! Hades rolls out of the ring clutching his neck as the stranger stands above the beaten body of Crazyman. He grabs Crazyman’s arm and pulls him up to his feet. Crazyman’s legs are wobbly, but he looks up at the stranger with a smile on his face. The two men hug before Crazyman takes the stranger’s hand and raises it in the air.

Saint: You think that changes a thing!!!!!!!!!!

(Not Gonna Get Us By Tatu hits on the PA and Lena comes out onto the entrance ramp with Chupa)

Lena: Crazyman do you feel that strongly about not teaming with FORCE?

Crazyman: Yes I do. I can't trust those two men.

Lena: Then you get your wish. You do not have to team with them. Your spot on Team Rampage goes to someone who has been looking for a fight or so he says. BDC!

(Cheers and Chupa says something to Lena)

Lena: However your performance tonight warrants a match at the Supershow. I am willing to grant you that who do you want?

Crazyman: I want Deniro!

Lena: I can't give you him he is on Team Rampage and earned that spot. Since you can't seem to get along with FORCE or Project FEAR I will give you this. You will take on Jesse Nunez at the Supershow!!!!

(Cheers)

Lena: And you want Deniro? You will take on Marcus Deniro on February 22nd on Rampage!

(Cheers)

Lena: And the winner of that match will take on The United States Champion Beth Harte at Stranglemania!!!!!!!

(Cheers and Crazyman stands in the ring grinning ear to ear as we fade on the scene)