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Friday Night Rage #13; 3.21.14
Topic Started: Mar 21 2014, 11:35 PM (162 Views)
Brutalikus
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The Unremarkable
Posted ImageLive from St. Lois, Missouri.
Friday, March 21st 2014

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The show opened with fireworks, smoke and a light display set to the tune of "Runnin' Wild” by Airbourne.


The crowd cheered as cameras panned the arena, picking up several of the more memorable signs on display:

"Riley Dis-Grace!"

"Ragin' Luv!"

“The Truth Is Out There... "


The show begins by the cameras swinging to ringside to show Tom and Dexter and then to the center of the ring where there stands Rage Commissioner Darius Jackson with a microphone in hand.

Darius Jackson: Welcome St. Lois to Friday Night Rage! (Darius pauses for the crowd pop) Without further adieu, it is time to introduce the new Rage Superstar champion, Leonard Luv.

HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE, PUT A LITTLE LOVE IN IT!



"Luv Addict" by Family Force 5 continues as Leonard Luv emerges from the back to an immense round of boos as he brandishes the Rage title and draws attention to it in every way possible while walking hand-in-hand with an unidentified stunningly gorgeous woman in a pink dress as pink pyros crack and scream on either side of them. Luv struts down the ramp to the ring, making sure to rub the title in the crowd's face as well as the attractive female at his side as he goes to enter the ring, demanding that Darius hold the ropes open for them. They enter once Darius does it and Luv spins around, arms outstretched, before snatching the mic away from Darius, who rolls his one good eye and leaves the floor to Luv.

Leonard Luv: What did I tell all of you? All of you doubted me, but what did you witness at Clash of the Titans? I beat that pill-popping bimbo Darkness within and inch of her life, got rid of that no good dits Gemini, traded up to a new smoking hot European supermodel girlfriend, Inga Lovegood- say hello to all those jealous morons in the audience Inga-

Luv puts the mic to Inga's lips, but her response is just to brush straight past it and give Luv a long kiss, tongues and all to an overwhelming boo from the irrate audience.

Leonard Luv: …. And last but not least, I went in with my back against the wall with three stupid clowns that you people consider to be, “the best Rage has to offer” and beat all of them to win this; The Rage Superstar title! And you know what I proved by accomplishing this? That I was right all along! Finally, finally, FINALLY the show is all about Leonard Luv like it should have been from the very start and all you haters and doubters out there can suck a big fat one, 'cause the Luv train is on a roll daddy-o and ST. Lois better get ready and get some class and style in this dumb hick state of yours because the Luv doctor is bringing the class, bringing the style, bringing talent and bringing the true best of Rage, EWS and the world to St. Lois Luvville, USA cause I am on FIYYYAAAA!

The crowd is in an uproar of boos that immediately changes to wild cheers as “Pay For This” by Gemini Syndrome hits and out stomps Sentinel, looking utterly pissed with his long time nemesis Luv! Inga hides behind Luv as Sentinel gets right up in Luv's face with a microphone.

Sentinel: You son of a bitch... you just never know when to quit do you? You think you really earned that title with the way you snuck up on me? The only reason you won that title and even got into that match was because you cheated! Using others to fight your battles, sneak attacks, weapons... you are nothing short of a coward Luv! A man like you doesn't deserve to be a champion! I am sick of pure scum like you taking advantage of all the real hardworking guys who fight with bravery and honor here in EWS. You can hide behind your factions, your girlfriends, your bodyguards or whoever else for that matter, but that won't change the fact that you are a pathetic excuse for a person and a champion. I want a rematch Luv! No tricks. No interference. No deciet. Just you and me. Prove that you are worthy of that title for once in your miserable life!

Leonard Luv: Excuse me? Didn't earn that? You're one to talk considering the man you were about to pin that night practically laid down for you and let you pin him. If anyone wasn't deserving of being a champion, it was you. You were a placeholder champion, someone who could take it from that equally as moronic clown Preacher and keep it warm for the true champion of Rage! You want a fight? I've got two words for you; HELL NO! That cherry has already been popped daddy-o and nobody liked seeing your big dumb ass in the first place. Do you really want to bore these people to death with another Sentinel match? The only reason you were worth anything at all is because I carried you in our matches and more times than not, I was the one who came out on top. I have nothing to prove to you, now if you will excuse me....

Luv grabs Inga by the hand and the two attempt to exit the ring together, but Sentinel stands right in their way and refuses to let them out like a giant pillar in their, but then suddenly Luv snickers and takes off his glasses as he speaks again.

Leonard Luv: Well if you won't get out of my way, I guess I'll just have to force you out! Brutus!

Just then Luv's old buddy Brutus comes sliding into the ring and Sentinel whips around and starts trading punches with him while Inga ducks to the outside. Sentinel tries to fight both Luv and Brutus off, but the sneaky Luv nails a low blow and spins Sentinel for the Luv Handle (Killswitch) and together, Luv, Brutus and Inga book it up the ramp with Sentinel staring at them in anger from inside the ring.


MATCH 1
Billy Shaw vs. Nate Fame
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“Bulls on Parade” hits the speakers as the audience goes into a decent pop for the talented new comer from Poland, Sebastian Jankowski as he heads down to the ramp and joins at the commentary booth. The official introductions start and Nate Fame is the first to make his entrance to the tune of "You're the best around" by Joe Esposito, garning a mixed but mostly booing reaction for his recent cocky attitude and then the audience lights up when “Under Pressure” by Dr Dre feat Jay Z hits and out comes his opponent, the “Birdman” Billy Shaw to complete the round robin series of matches.

Tom Hartman: So Seb, since you've been a ring with both of these fine competitors before, can you give us a little insight into what we can expect out of them here tonight?

Sebastian Jankowski: It's hard to say Tom. I went 1-and-1 in my matches against them, losing to Fame and beating Shaw in some great matches that show just how well we can hang with the rest of the Jr. Heavyweights in the division, but if I had to pick one, I'd go with Shaw. Fame is good, but he got a big head after beating, and I'll bet that cockiness is going to be his downfall.

Dexter Finch: I get cocky all the time, especially when the goddesses are out here. Hubba hubba!

Tom Hartman: I think you misunderstand Dex...

Dexter Finch: Oh I understand completely Tom.

The two circle up and lock up, and run a chain spot that starts with a firman's carry to side headlock from Fame, countered into a hammer lock, countered again into roll and and arm drag, followed by an arm drag by Shaw as the two stand in opposite corners and the crowd applauds their atheleticism. They go to lock up again but Shaw runs through and hits a springboard crossbody that Fame rolls through into a powerslam position in a cocky manner that gives Shaw enough time to wiggle out and plant him with a tornado DDT. Shaw wastes no time going to the corner and looking to fly, but Fame crotches him on the top turnbuckle and then looks for a superplex, but Shaw battles out and hits an avalanche sitout scoopslam piledriver from the top turnbuckle to a round of “holy shit” chants and a pin count!

… One

… Two-kickout!


Sebastian Jankowski: It's that sort of crazy stuff that makes me admire Billy Shaw so much! I can't wait to get back in the ring with him because if you think we tore the house down the last time we faced off, you haven't seen anything yet!

Both guys are feeling the impact of the big fall with Shw getting to his feet first and going to grab Fame, but Fame grabs the tights and yanks him through the ropes to the floor. Fame gets a cocky smile as he goes to the apron and measures Shaw up and running for a jumping spinning back elbow shot to Shaw on the floor, but he doesn't make it to the jump as Shaw jumps into the air and dropkicks Fame's legs out from under him, causing him to tumble face first onto the apron! Shaw climbs onto the apron and onto the nearest turnbuckle while Fame tries to crawl back into the ring, his head sticking into the ring through the first and second ropes and Shaw jumps off nailing a beautiful modified Shawanator (diving flipping legdrop) onto Fame's neck, guillotining him on the bottom rope and knocking him to the outside again! The crowd is firmly behind Shaw and when Fame rises to his feet on the outside, Shaw gets a running start and springboards onto the top rope flying all the way down onto Fame with a springboard shooting star press to the outside!

Audience: Ho-ly Shit! Ho-ly Shit!

Dexter Finch: It's a bird! No it's a plane! No it's a Birdman-plane-Shaw-thing!

Sebastian Jankowski: Woah! That crazy bastard! That guy is one the most electrically charged fliers I have ever seen!

Tom Hartman: Oh no, you said it.....

Dexter Finch: Would you describe him as E-lectric?

Shaw again is the first to his feet, though it looks like he did a lot of damage to himself as he limps around and slaps hands with some fans before rolling Fame back into the ring. Shaw goes for the pin, but Fame gets a desperation thumb into the eyes and hits his Spot Light Stealer (double knee facebreaker) going for the pin!

Tom Hartman: Spot Light Stealer out of nowhere! Fame might steal it!

… One

… Two

… Th-no! Shoulder up by Shaw.


Fame looks frustrated as he gets to his feet and calls for the Figure Four Leg Lock to finish Shaw, but he takes too much time doing coky taunts and Shaw kicks him into the corner, causing Fame to bounce of and come back looking for a clothesline but Shaw ducks and nails a beautiful disaster springboard kick and floors him! Shaw runs the ropes and nails his Stuntin' 101 (springboard corkscrew moonsault) and the commentary has no way to even describe what he just did as Shaw goes for the pin!

… One

… Two

… Three!


Cordelia Stewart: Here is your winner, Billy Shaw!


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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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Backstage Charles Williams is admiring his face in the reflection of the Juniorweight Title, adjusting a few curls of his hair.

Charles Williams: I make this belt look good… and it’s right where it needs to be, with the rightful champion.

Just then Acer Stone walks up.

Acer Stone: Charles, if that were the case… that belt would be around my waist.

Charles Williams: I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about, friend…

Acer Stone: Let me jog your memory… the 4-way ladder match. Somebody climbed (he makes walking motion with his fingers) all the way up that ladder and pulled the belt down, and it sure as hell wasn’t you. It was me!

Charles Williams: The referee clearly made the right decision, he saw me with the belt and called it right down the middle… Charles Williams…. Winner!

Acer Stone: Since you’re so confident, why don’t we just test your little theory… on the next show… you give ME (pointing a thumb at himself) a shot… at THAT! (pointing at the belt)

Charles Williams: (smirking) Since I’m in such a good mood…you’re on you little peon! Now excuse me, champion walking here….

He brushes past Acer, bumping his shoulder. As Williams is soon out of earshot, Acer turns back to the camera.

Acer Stone: You know, that guy can look at himself all he wants in that belt… he’s still ugly as sin.

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***ELSEWHERE BACKSTAGE***
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We go backstage to find Darius Jackson sitting at his desk in the middle of a heated argument with Deacon Black.

Deacon Black: This will simply not do Jackson! Komodo is under my employ only and his services aren't cheap! Yet you book him in match with me against that pathetic dunce DDV and and that perverted freak Billy Way and I will not stand for this! Komodo is my bodyguard Jackson and he only competes when I say, so I demand you call this match off for insulting me once again. Now without further adieu Jackson, I am leaving...

Darius Jackson: Hold on one god damn second Deacon! You have the audacity to march in here demanding this, commanding that and making excuses upon excuses upon excuses thinking that I owe you a damn thing, but you forget Deacon that so long as you are a part of this roster, you answer to me and if you value your job, you WILL compete when I tell you to! But fine, if you don't want Komodo to compete, have it your way.

Deacon Black: Finally you are starting to see things my way. Well then, I will bid you good day...

Darius Jackson: And where the hell do you think you're going? You still have a match tonight in case you forgot against DDV and Billy Way, and if you don't want Komodo to compete with you, that's fine. You'll just have to face them in a handicap match! The choice is yours.

Deacon Black: You can't do this to me Jackson! You are treading on thin ice and abusing your power as commissioner and...

Darius Jackson: And giving the audience a good show. Now you best go get ready because I will not tolerate anymore of these attempts to get out of this! When I tell you to compete, you WILL compete, so get ta steppin'.

Deacon storms out of Darius room and down the hall, rounding the corner where he runs into James Galleon.

James Galleon: What are we going to do about that incompetent fool Darius? Every week that imbecile abuses his power more and more and I have had just about enough of the worthless riff-raff that is on his good side.

Deacon Black: In due time. He will see that we are a force to be reckoned with soon enough. Fetch Charles, I have something to discuss with the both of you.... and another contact of mine.


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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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The entrance theme for the US Air Force starts and after 30 seconds both Randy and Jason appears from the stage entrance. They both stay on the stage when Randy turns to Jason and salutes to him, Jason does the same thing. After this they both march to the ring and Jason calls for a microphone.

Jason White: Atten-tion! … I said ATTEN-TION! See this is the problem with all you pathetic people. Those who have served in the armed forces have laid our lives down for you people, only for you civilians to become fat, useless wastes of life! If we had it my way, every single one of you would be forced to serve your country to build a little backbone and to learn a little gratitude instead of taking our sacrifices in vein like you do! We are the few, the proud, the US Air Force, and we will bring the glory of military conquest, so bring out whoever our pathetic opponents are and we'll teach them that they are no match for us!

Both salute when White passes Shaw the mic.

Randy Shaw: Uniform-Sierra-Alpha-Foxtrot!

The "Blazin" theme kicks in and their opponets, Kaz Hashimoto and Yoshihiro Fujiwara of Tokyo Drift come running out to a nice pop from the crowd. They both spin and drop to one bent knee, kissing two fingers on each hand, and pointing both fingers on each hand to the sky. They run down to the ring repeating his pose from the ramp and calling for streamers to be thrown.

Dexter Finch: Streamers! Aww cool! They are so bright and cool! Is it someone's birthday?

Tom Hartman: It would appear some of the audience was aware that St. Lois Rage and Rising Sun over in Japan have been in talent exchange negotiations and tonight is the trial run for this new team of Tokyo Drift. If all goes well, they may even make St. Lois their new home here in EWS.


MATCH 2
US Air Force vs. Tokyo Drift
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Shaw and Kaz are the first to start off, locking up. Kaz pulls Shaw into a headlock and Shaw pushes him across the ring looking for a big back body drop, but Kaz stops and hits him with a big mongolian chop and hits a snap powerslam that Shaw sells the hell out of. Kaz runs the ropes over Shaw and Shaw stands up to kick Kaz, but Kaz catches his foot and then Shaw spins around hitting a nice spinning wheel kick and then tagging in White. Shaw holds Kaz while White works at him with stomps to the gut for a moment and then they nail a double russian leg sweep for the pin.

… One

… Two-kickout!

White kicks Kaz in the gut a few times and then hits a double underhook backbreaker and follows him with a rear chin lock. The audience is trying to will Kaz on and Kaz slowly fights to a standing position, elbowing White in the gut and then landing a back drop. The crowd wills them to their feet and Kaz goes for a tag, but White pulls him back out by the foot and locks in an STF while Fujiwara calls for the tag. Fujiwara reaches in as far as he can and almost gets the tag when White lets go of Kaz and elbows him off the apron, only to turn around into Kaz who grabs him and drops him for the Rolling Rock (running wrist clutch death valley driver)! Both men lay out for several seconds before rolling over to their corners and both making tags!


Tom Hartman: They both made the tag! And here they come!

Dexter Finch: Holy blamma lamma lamma!

Shaw and Fujiwara charge across the ring at each other, but Fujiwara thinks faster and hits a low dropkick to the knee, toppling Shaw and then nailing him with a super kick when Shaw gets to a kneeling position! Fujiwara springboards off the ropes and whips him across the ring with a huge hurricanrana. He runs at Shaw, but Shaw catches him with a flapjack that lands him on the top rope near his corner and White runs across the apron nailing a high knee in the head and causing Fujiwara to stumble back into a german suplex from Shaw followed by a pin!

… One

… Two-No! Kaz breaks up the pin!


White gets into the ring and charges Kaz, but Kaz ducks a clothesline and Tonkyo Drift hits a tandem superkick to the stomach, pushing White threw the ropes and to the outside of the ring! They call for their finisher and Shaw stumbles right into the Limitless Explosion (wheelbarrow facebuster (Kaz)/Cutter (Yoshi) combo)! Yoshi goes for the pin!

… One

… Two

… Three!


Cordelia Stewart: Here are your winners, Tokyo Drift!

Tokyo Drift climb the turnbuckle and celebrate their victory to a cheer from the audience while White slams the apron on the outside, clearly pissed at the outcome.


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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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The camera fades in backs stage and there is the loud sound of glass bottles clanging together, as the camera walks up on Riley Grace backstage on a couch with a half drunk bottle of Jack Daniels in his lap. He takes a huge swig of the bottle as he sets it next to him. There are a few empty bottles around him. Justin Moreno walks into the camera, as Riley spots him.

Riley Grace: GO AWAY!

Riley yells slurring his words badly as he drunkenly swing at the air in front of him. Justin Moreno comes walking in and still looks pretty banged up. He looks at Riley in the state he is in and shakes his head. Riley goes to take another swig from the bottle as Justin Moreno swats the bottle out of his hand.

Justin Moreno: Bro! What are you doing to yourself? You have all the talent in the world and yet you choose to drink it away. You are doing nothing but flushing all that talent down the drain by continuing to drink yourself into a stupor.

Riley looks up at Justin, and with almost hatred in his words heavily slurring his words as he speaks.

Riley Grace: What did you do that for that was some good whiskey? Why are you bothering me? I lost and was ordered to leave you alone, the least you could do is give me the same show
of respect and leave me alone, unless you want me to whip your ass.

Justin Moreno sits on the couch next to Riley as he speaks again.

Justin Moreno: Look Riley, Vincent used Deathstalker to try and take us both out broseph! We have to work together to take him out.

Riley instantly starts to shake his head no as he waves his arms as he tries to stand up but ends up falling back down on the couch.

Riley Grace: No way! The Deathstalker isn’t a regular human being. He gets off on causing people pain. You wanna risk your life and step into the ring with that freak then by all means it’s your funeral. Do you know it once took six guys to pull him off of ripping one of the recruit’s tongues out at the Loony Bin? He is an absolute monster who will not stop till Vincent Delerious tells him to and you know as wells as I do. Vincent Delerioius wouldn’t care one bit to let The Deathstalker kill us.

Justin Moreno stands up and shakes his head in disappointment as he walks off the scene as he is head saying.

Justin Moreno: Such a waste, kid.

The camera fades back to the ringside area.

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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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Darius Jackson is once again working on some form of paper work at his desk when suddenly there is a knock.

Darius Jackson: Come in.... ah, just the guys I wanted to see!

The camera turns to show the newly drafted team of Southern Comfort standing in his office to a big pop from the crowd

Austyn Hughes: Hey boss man, we've got a bone to pick with ya. Why wasn't we put in dat World Tag title match at Night of Champs?

Jackson Hughes: We thought things would be different over here on Rage 'cause Corman was always trying to push us down and give his boys a reach around whenever he could, know what we're sayin'?

Darius Jackson: Listen boys, I assure you that it was all a matter of bad timing. I had picked Citrus Sting to represent Rage sometime before you were added to the Rage roster. Believe me, had the roster split happened a little earlier, you know you would have been a top choice for that match.

Austyn Hughes: So what about some tag titles here? The southern boys need some belts around our waists sooner instead of latah.

Darius Jackson: Patience boys, all will be revealed in due time. In the meantime, allow me to make it up to you, because tonight gentlemen, you have a main event match against the team that represented Rage at Night of Champions, the one and only Citrus Sting. How does that sound?

Jackson Hughes: Sounds good boss. Southern Comfort is going to prove once and for all why we is the best team in the whole damn world!

Darius Jackson: That's the spirit, and I'm looking forward to seeing what you boys can do out there. Now go get ready. I'll be watching closely.


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***BACK TO RINGSIDE***
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MATCH 3
Ricardo Diamondo vs. Brandon Laux
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The Imperial March begins as Ricardo Diamondo marches out onto the stage, his cape of Nefarious Evil flapping in the wind behind him! He laughs a belly full of evil bad guy laughs before continuing his royal march to the ring. He reaches the ring and climbs the stairs before demanding that the referee open the ropes for him. Upon compliance, he tussels the referee's hair, cause he's evil like that! Then "Plug in Baby" by Muse rings throughout the arena as Brandon Laux saunters out onto the stage. He runs his hands though his hair before walking down the ramp with his fists clenched. He stops at the ring steps, sneers at the crowd, and makes his way up onto the apron before entering the ring. He goes to his corner, staring at his opponent ominously.

Tom Hartman: So this might be the most unusual match we've seen in awhile and it all started at Clash of the Titans when Ricardo's "brother" Ricky Diamond made fun of Brandon Laux for his conspiracy theories.

Dexter Finch: To be fair, Brandon had a point. Those girl scouts are trouble you know! But I think the real conspiracy is to make me fat so that they can eat me like in Hansel and Gretel.

The match kicks off with Ricardo being at his nefariously evil best, flying around and drilling a tilt-a-whirl arm drag, headscissors takedown, and a flying senton. Diamondo is up and primps and poses for the crowd, taking a bow… that seemed quite evil. Laux comes rip-roaring but a series of knife edge chops puts Brandon in his place. Uraken and high savate kick and Laux is flat on his back in the ring. Ricardo climbs the buckle and twirls his moustache, and launches a corkscrew moonsault… but oh no, crash and burn, baby! Laux rolled out of the way, shaking his head furiously. Brandon is up now and peppers that evil dude with kicks and punches, an arm drag take down and a back suplex.

Laux is up hollering ‘evil wears a mask, can’t you see?’ and drops Ricardo with an inverted DDT. Forearm smash takes down Diamondo again, and an elbow drop for good measure has Ricardo staggered. He’s up to his hands and knees now, trying to regain some composure… Laux off the ropes looking for that False Flag (Black Out) but the stomp only strikes the canvas, as Ricardo dodges and is up to his feet, nailing his striking kick combo, starting at the legs and working his way up to the temple… but Laux ducked it! As Ricardo spins around Laux catches him and takes him up and over with a vicious looking snap German suplex!

Tom Hartman: Well, he might be a bit loony.. but he’s a pretty good wrestler.

Dexter Finch: And Brandon Laux is pretty good too!

Tom Hartman: Right… wait, what?

Laux with an awesome looking neckbreaker, and then the troubled young man seems to stumble around the ring a bit, wringing his hair and looking out to the crowd for a bit of guidance. He motions toward Ricardo and yells ‘you know this man doesn’t have a face, that’s why he wears a mask right? So obvious… fight the real enemy… faceless evil men!’ He goes back over and is look for that Laux-Down (Ranhei), but Ricardo shoves him away and nails a dropsault that plants Laux on his butt. Ricardo shows no mercy, delivering The Nefariously Evil Superkick right to Laux’s face as he is seated. Now Diamondo has decided it is time to unleash pure evil, nailing Laux with The Nefariously Evil Driver VI (Gory special flipped forward into a Piledriver).

Ricardo covers…

One…

Two…


And now Komodo has hit the ring and drops an elbow to the back of Ricardo Diamondo’s head! The ref is calling for the bell, but Komodo continues his beatdown, as Brandon cowers to the corner… screaming “OH MY GOD…. The Reptilians are here... they must have known I was onto them! I told you all!!! Run for your lives! Lizard peoples!!!”

Cordelia Stewart: Winner of this match as result of a disqualification… Ricardo Diamondo!!!

Deacon Black and James Galleon also hit the ring and it’s a three on one beating of Ricardo! Laux rises in the corner, looking out at the crowd, unsure what to do… they are imploring him to do something! Brandon shakes his head furiously in the positive and points over at the fellows some call the Gentlemen of Fortune, getting himself pumped up! He runs over and kicks James Galleon square in the ass, and he hops around holding it. Deacon Black turns and gets an eye poke for his troubles! The crowd is eating up this rather unconventional retaliation by Laux. But it’s short lived as Komodo runs at him and Laux freaks, but Kimura catches him anyway and nails the Thug 4 Hire (chokeslam backbreaker).

Black, Galleon, and Komodo exit the ring proud of their handiwork, leaving Diamondo and Laux laying as the crowd boos them.

Tom Hartman: This was pathetic… these new players seem to want to make a statement, at the expense of Diamondo and even Laux… just pathetic.

Dexter Finch: Yeah but… Reptilians though!


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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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The opening chords of "What You Want" by Evanescence kicks in as dark purple strobelights pulse, wave, and flicker. Ambiance emerges from the back to a big pop from the crowd. She pumps one fist in the air and holds the EWS World Women’s Championship with the other.

Tom Hartman: Ambiance heading down to the ring to talk about her big win at Night of Champions, where she took the EWS World Women’s Championship by winning the scramble match.

A slideshow of photos shows a quick sequence in the match with Cailin Dillon attempting to break up the pin and then Ambiance celebrating moments later.

Dexter Finch: Yes wifey No. 1 is looking good tonight ain’t she? All decorated with her gold belt.

Ambiance reaches the ring and grabs a mic from Cordelia Stewart. A crowd that hasn’t always been behind her is chanting her name and she stands in the middle of the ring, title hanging from her hand and soaks it in for a moment.

Ambiance: Well isn’t this delicious.

The crowd pops as she uses what has become her signature word, even aside from its more signature use. She smirks and tries to lower the crowd noise down so she can speak.

Ambiance: At Night of Champions, I proved what you already know. I am the icon of this division. Nobody back there can hold a candle to me. Not Rain Singh. Not Ember Garfield. Not Meghan Cross. Nobody. And who thought they could stop me? Elite? Heh, they tried to drag me backstage and I still came back to that match. I still won this title.

She holds it up in the air as the crowd reacts to her. She pulls it back in and looks at it. Another grin before letting it hang from her arm and dangle above the ground.

Ambiance: All these sluts in the back want to keep trying to come at me and prove they’re better than me. And each time, I knock them back into that gutter where they belong. No on in this division works harder than me, is more talented than I am. And every time they give me a chance to prove that, I will.

“Tornado” by Little Big Town begins to play and Ambiance rolls her eyes as she walks to a corner and leans against the ropes, shaking her head. Cailin Dillon gets a mixed reaction as she comes out, mic already in hand. She waves her hand towards the back and the music cuts. She’s got a stupid grin on her face.

Cailin: Hey hunny, I just came out here to congratulate you on your win of course. And, oh, I noticed when you were naming off all the girls that “can’t hold a candle,” to you, that you mysteriously forgot my name. So I was thinking…

Ambiance: Let me guess? You were thinking you just march on down here and name yourself the No. 1 contender for my title. We’ve been down this road before. You really, really want to lose to me… again?

The crowd react s with a low “OHHH” and Cailin just smiles and looks down before continuing down the ramp and into the ring.

Cailin: I deserve a shot. You think you’re the only one working hard here? Where were you the last few months when I was trying to fight a gorilla and the female version of Chuck Norris. Huh? Oh that’s right, you were on the sidelines weren’t you? Just watching and waiting for your chance at Rain. You think she compares?

“Born Free” by M.I.A. begins and Rain comes out from the back and begins walking down to the ring. Cailin and Ambiance stare each other down as Rain makes her way over to the announce table and asks for a mic from Cordelia Stewart.

Tom Hartman: It’s like a who’s who of women’s talent here on Rage, all coming down to the ring right now. Anything could happen. Rain is headed into the ring now.

Rain Singh: I heard my name too damn much, so now you’ve got me down here too. Cailin… you think you deserve a shot. You make me laugh. You don’t even deserve to be here. When you’re done riding Magnum Wolf’s name or his… well you know — the crowd erupts in laughter and an “OHH” again and Cailin looks furious — then you can come talk to me about deserving any shots around here. It’s me that deserves a shot. This bitch does so much talking about how she’s better than me. Well step up.

Ambiance: I’ll give you this… that was a nice burn on Cailin over here. But, I won’t give you a shot at this title. Not just because you’re gonna march your skinny ass down here demanding it. Telling me to step up? What is that? You know what… let’s just do this right now.

Ambiance drops the title and signals for both to come at her. Cailin leans back into a corner and Rain and Amber begin to hurl insults at each other. “A Trigger Full of Promises” by Walls of Jericho hits and Meghan Cross comes out, Livvy Doll in tow, mic already in hand. She starts to speak as she’s making her way out.

Meghan Cross: I think while we’re giving out title shots here, I’d like to throw my name in the hat too. Come on Amber, you know out of the three of us interrupting your little celebration — Livvy Doll is tapping her on the back and pointing at herself — I’m sorry, I meant the four of us. I’m ready for another title shot. I’m ready to prove myself in another title match. And this time I want it to happen the right way.

No fighting has happened in the ring as Ambiance and Rain separated to listen to another new voice entering. Ambiance raises her mic.

Ambiance: Look at all you gold hungry bitches. I’ve had this title for less than a week, and already you’re all coming out thinking you deserve to fight me for it? I’ve got a better idea, why don’t the three of you fight, and then maybe we’ll talk.

Ambiance drops her mic and slips out of the ring, right as Darius Jackson comes strolling out.

Darius Jackson: You know what Amber? That’s a helluva idea right there. I ought to put you in charge of booking these shows someday. Cailin, Rain and Meghan… not you Livvy I’m sorry — Livvy throws a small tantrum and pouts. Darius laughs — the three of you will fight next week, in a triple threat match.

Tom Hartman: What a huge mach for next week.

Dexter Finch: I love it when Darius gives us a little lady action. Love it!

Darius Jackson: And, the winner will be the No. 1 contender for Ambiance’s EWS World Women’s Championship. Matter of fact, that should be delicious for everybody, baby.

Darius turns and leaves as the three girls in the ring stare at each other and Ambiance moves up the ramp backwards, holding her title in the air.

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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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We go backstage to find Leonard Luv in his dressing room, admiring himself in front of a mirror with his Rage title. We can see GQ Money and captain-er... Mistah Falcon step up behind him in the refection and Luv spins around to address them.

Leonard Luv: What do you two ingrates want?

Mistah Falcon: Besides kicking your sorry ass too the curve? I don't know, a title shot sounds nice.

Leonard Luv: Hahahahaha ha! Don't make me laugh bird brain. The only reason your two sorry asses are still employee here is because you were riding my coattails, and its only a matter of time until they come to their senses and throw your asses out on the street like the good for nothing pan handlers you are daddy-o.

GQ Money: Man, youz jus scared we gonna buss your grill, take yo title and lay yo mo-f***ing ass out on the payment like hookers and blow, know what I'm saying?

Leonard Luv: And this is why I was always the brains of the operation; because mush mouth can't speak anything except wigger and the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air here can wrestle about as well as Steve Urkle if he was straight up retarded.

Mistah Falcon: Tough talk coming from the cowardly pimp wannabe who stole the title around his shoulder and wouldn't be anywhere if it wasn't for the rest of the Luv Connection backing yo ass up. Am I right GQ?

GQ Money: (Something so indecipherably gramatically awful that it just sounds like mumbling)

Mistah Falcon: I'll take that as a yes.

Leonard Luv: Fine, if it will stop you morons from bugging me, you can have a match next week- but, it won't be for the title. You have to earn the right to face me for the title daddy-o, so if one of you guys wins, I will give you a shot at the title. But, if you both lose, you guys will leave town! Scram! Sayonara! Good-riddence! Capiche? Now get the hell out of my room before I have Brutus throw you out with force... I might just do that anyways for kicks.

Falcon and GQ don't press the matter further, having gotten what they wanted and they exit the room, but GQ stops to say one more thing before going.

GQ Money: Suk on dem tittays brat BRAT!

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***BACK AT RINGSIDE***
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MATCH 4
DDV/Billy Way vs. Deacon Black/Komodo
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"HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW?"

The instrumental opening of P.O.D.s "Boom" rings through the arena as "Hoochiah" rings through the speakers as Danny De Vries pulls back the curtain and plays to the audience as he strolls confidently down to the ring. Then, the heavy breathing of Billy Way is audible to the fans as the camera zooms in on the distortion picture of his face in the titantron as the song, "Dressed to Digress"(Nero remix) blares out of the speakers. As soon as the verse is heard, Billy Way comes out of the curtains with a sadistic smile imprinted on his face. He starts running his fingers all over the curves of his body before pelvis thrusting and then dances his way to the ring and continuing his creepy mannerisms.

The lights dim down throughout the arena and then ‘Welcome To The Maquerade’ by Thousand Foot Krutch kicks in. A pulsing white light starts flashing, and then stops as Deacon Black comes out, Komodo at his side. Deacon swaggers down to the ring drinking in all the ‘boos’ with Komodo following close behind, taking their time getting into the ring to face their opponents.

DDV starts in the ring for his side, and he points across the way… wanting a piece of Deacon Black. Black however just scoffs and looks at Komodo, and then points at DDV. Komodo just nods his head and rolls his neck, squaring up on DDV. Billy Way uses this opportunity to place his hand upon DDV’s shoulder… a rather lingering touch and DDV just kinda looks at him eyes raised. The ref signals that his is indeed a tag, and Billy shrugs and slides into the ring. He looks out at the crowd and runs his hand down his chest, shuddering. He turns back around and Komodo floors him with a vicious clothesline.

Tom Hartman: Well, we’ve got these guys out here again… they might actually wrestle… although Deacon doesn’t look to eager.

Dexter Finch: Tom… we cannot let this go…. Brandon Laux was right. The truth is out there… *shudder*

Back in the ring Komodo is taking it to Billy Way: overhead belly to belly suplex, followed up with a full nelson slam. Sitout jawbreaker, and Way is reeling. Komodo gets him up for a running powerslam, but somehow Billy slithers out the back. Way nails a dropkick, some forearm clubs, and a sitout suplex slam. He goes over and tags in DDV, who is really pumped for this contest. He points over at Deacon Black…. ‘This is you buddy!’ DDV with some blistering chops and uppercuts. He fires off a snap DDT… and then a brain buster! Komodo is on the receiving end of some punishment for once… DDV nails him with the Breathless gutbuster! He covers…

One…

Two..


Deacon runs around and puts Komodo’s foot on the rope! DDV looks on pissed, and Deacon runs around the ring. Billy Way seems lost in himself for the moment, biting his lip and massaging his own arm. Deacon looks at him with a disgusted look and pulls Way off the apron, smacking his face on the apron. He grabs Way and runs him into the ring steps, before heading back to his corner. DDV is yelling at him, and Komodo uses this opening… he grabs up DDV in a fireman’s carry and tosses him off, dropping his throat across the top rope guillotine style. He doesn’t go down, but Komodo hauls him back up…. Gorilla press lift… he throws DDV down to the mat hard! Big leg drop on DDV, and a cover…

One…

Two…

Kickout!


Now Deacon is back on the outside, causing issues. He grabs a steel chair and tosses it into the ring, but the ref clearly sees it. As the ref goes to throw the chair back out, Komodo is choking the ever-living hell out of DDV. When the ref turns back around, Komodo transitions into a harmless looking headlock. The crowd is going ape, and the ref is not sure what is going on. Now Deacon Black grabs a microphone and tosses it into the ring… once again, the ref retrieves the item. DDV saw this entire process and elbows free of Komodo, going after Deacon… and Komodo nails a massive low blow from behind, the ref not looking! DDV is nearly doubled over now…. He staggers back across the ring, his eyes watering. Billy Way licks his lips and pats DDV on the head and hops back into the ring. Deacon Black is laughing at this entire exchange, and now DDV has had enough… he leaps from the ring and runs after Deacon Black…. And Deacon runs to the back, DDV giving chase.

Tom Hartman: What a damn chicken Deacon Black is…

Dexter Finch: Alright, hold up… if you’re going to keep talking about food, I’m gonna starve… hey hot dog man!

Komodo is not sure what to make of this… and Billy Way sneaks up and nails The Billy Way (Swing Reverse STO)…. He covers….

One…

Two…

Three..


NO! Komodo kicked out. He’s still laying on the mat, and Billy Way leaps up the buckles, looking for The Way of the Future… he pauses and looks out at the crowd, closing his eyes and breathing in the moment deeply. Komodo sees this opening and gets to his feet… runs up the buckle… and drops Billy Way… with a top rope Death Valley Driver!!! Komodo locks in the Dragon’s Bite, and Billy Way has no choice but to tap out here!

Cordelia Stewart: Here are your winners, the team of Deacon Black and Komodo!

The cameras fade quickly to backstage… and we see DDV running down the hallway, chasing after Deacon Black... and Black trips flat on his face over some sort of extension cable. DDV immediately dives on him and starts puimmeling the living hell out of him, but Black manages to knock him back and starts crawling away, but not for long as DDV measures him up for a knee trembler that is set to smash Deacon's head against the wall, but Black starts lobbing nearby boxes at DDV, distracting him long enough for Deacon to make a run for it again! DDV rounds the corner, and he’s met by Charles Williams and James Galleon, who both have chairs! They sandwich DDV with chairshots to the back and chest simultaneously, laying him out and getting a couple more shots for good measure. Deacon Black walks back up and just looks at each man, and they all three are nodding with sinister sneers!


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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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The camera goes backstage to show the Daughters of Darkness all looking rather happy.

Gemini: "Oy this is excitin'!"

She was bouncing up and down with her pigtails following in a steady rhythm. Blaze stood beside the young girl with her arms folded across her chest and a shy smile etched on her face.

Bloody Mary: "It sure is. Anyway I got to head out, I'll see you sexy motherfuckers later."

Darkness watched as Mary gave hugs to everyone before receiving one herself, though Mary didn't squeeze too much. It was obvious Darkness was still injured from the PPV match, but it clearly showed that it didn't keep her away from the ring. Mary gave a wave and walked off, Gemini quickly grabbing Blaze's arm and tugging at her.

Gemini: "C'mon Blaze! We gots'ta go do the thing with the thing!"

Darkness: "Try not to cause too much trouble, okay?"

Darkness called as Gemini laughed.

Gemini: "NEVAAA!!!"

Darkness shook her head with a smile as the two walked off (more like as Gemini dragged Blaze off). However the voice of a male caught her attention.

???: "Darkness, I need a word with you."

Blinking she turned to see Darius Jackson standing in the doorway of his office. Without question Darkness walked in, the camera following. Once inside Darius closed the door and went behind his desk, motioning for her to take a seat. Obliging she quirked her eyebrow slightly.

Darkness: "Is something the matter?"

Darius Jackson: "Well, your health is the matter. That match at Double or Nothing did some heavy damage on you and judging by the doctor reports and the fact you still look like a wreck, I'm gonna' have to ask you to take a few weeks off."

What? Darkness blinked and sat up straighter in an almost panicked manner.

Darkness: "W-Wait, no! I'm fine I can fight! Seriously you know how doctors are, it just sounds worse than it is!"

Darius Jackson: "I know you want to compete; you have that fire-"

Darkness: "Then LET me! I don't need any time to recover, I already did that!"

Darius Jackson: "I'm not putting you in that ring until you are fully healed, do you understand? If you get in there in your condition you'll get an injury that will cost you your career!"

Darkness stood up and put her hands firmly on the desk, leaning over.

Darkness: "Mr. Jackson you don't understand, I NEED to stay and just keep busy!"

Darius Jackson: "And why is that, Darkness?"

She pressed her lips together and looked down. After a moment she gave a sigh of defeat and stood up straight.

Darkness: "I'm sorry.. You're right, I do need some time off to recover."

He stood up as well and examined her closely, a look of worry going over him.

Darius Jackson: "Darkness... About those pills... You know all prescriptions are required to be documented and brought to my attention as your boss, right?"

Darkness: "I do."

Darius Jackson: "So why were you hiding them?"

Darkness: "Because I didn't want you to think that I needed to be held at a certain level. I didn't want the fact to keep me limited when I know I'm stronger than that. You know how I am; I wouldn't hide anything serious from you or anyone else."

He inhaled deeply and gave a nod.

Darius Jackson: "I believe you, Dark. But now I will need paperwork on them since it's out in the open. And one more thing-"

Darkness looked up at him curiously.

Darius Jackson: "If something like this happens again, I will be forced to take legal action. If you need help let me know now so we can avoid an even bigger mess."

Darkness: "It won't... Trust me."

She nodded and turned to leave, the camera looming on Darius who watches after her with a look of suspicion before the camera shifts scenes.


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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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We find Marco Cruz and Venus backstage. Cruz is smirking, smoking a cigar. A technician comes up and says he can’t smoke that back here, and Venus threatens to backhand the guy, who cowers off.

Marco: I tell ya, V. Life is sweet. It’s good to be king, or at least manage the Queen. And Venus, you are most certainly the best, most dominant female wrestler… hell maybe the best wrestler period in this whole company. You’ve proven… you’re undefeatable. Invincible even!

Venus just looks at him and nods, and snatches the cigar away, taking a couple of puffs before handing it back, which took Marco a bit by surprise.

Marco: Heh, right… I mean, Taylor Grace… how many chances does that poor girl need to know she can’t stop you? It’s always the same, she can’t get the job done. You hear that over on Fury Taylor? You Are nothing! Anyways, at least she has some guts.. I scan the rest of this roster of supposed… *ahem* challengers, they are gutless, they are talentless, and they aren’t worth our time.

Venus just looks at Marco steely-eyed and taps her wrist, then jerks a thumb back over her shoulder. She turns and begins to walk off. Marco just looks into the camera.

Marco: Speaking of, our time is up here… time to leave. Catch ya later, you nimrods! Hahaha!!

He flicks the cigar into the camera and follows after Venus.

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***ELSEWHERE BACKSTAGE***
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We go backstage to find Meghan Cross pacing around in the locker room, presumably talking to her fiance over the phone when Livvy Doll enters the room and squeezes her tightly around the waist, causing discomfort and agitation to etch across Meghan's face.

Meghan Cross: I'm going to have to call you back sweetie... I have a pest to deal with.

Livvy Doll: SQUEEE! I can't believe it, after all this time you are finally mine and now you have a #1 contender match next week! I'm so, so, so, so excited! So what do you want to do now hunny? Take in a movie? Make wedding plans?

Meghan turns her phone off and then suddenly lashes around and shoves Livvy off her to the ground with tons of aggression and then she addresses her with pure frustration.

Meghan Cross: Get this through your incredibly thick little psycho head you obsessive little freak; I AM NOT YOURS! You cheated in our match Livvy and the the only thing stopping from dropping you right now is because the stipulation on our match at Ladies Night is forcing me to tolerate your presence. But guess what Livvy; earlier tonight I spoke with Mr. Jackson and he assured me of two things. One; since you never specified what, "all yours" meant in your end of the stipulation, we have come to the compromise that because of the stipulation, you are now in possession of my contract to Rage and you can do whatever you want with it. The second thing he assured me is that if you ever, EVER do anything that warrants any sort of harassment claim towards me or my family ever again, you will immediately be terminated from your contract and be subject to immediate legal action!

Livvy Doll: B-b-but.... what does this all mean Meghan hunny?

Meghan Cross: I'm not your "hunny" first of all and second, what this means is so long as you have my contract and I have the ability to jeopardize yours, we'll both have to keep each other in check. If I have to get fired, I'm taking you down with me. You have my contract, but I. WILL. NEVER. BE. YOURS.

The scene fades out on an intense staredown between the two as they now have to learn to cope with each other and the threat to each of their careers.


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***BACK AT RINGSIDE***
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The sound of the guitar riffs of "The Devil Takes Care of His Own" by Band of Skulls echo throughout the arena. At the 17 second mark when the vocals kick in, the new EWS World Woman's Tag champs Kendra Rayne and Sierra Starr step out onto the stage and absorb the mixed reaction from the crowd. They both make their way down to the ring and grab microphones.

Kendra Rayne: Last week at Night of Champions, four teams walked into the gauntlet match, but only one team survived all three rounds. Only one team proved that they were worthy enough to hold these, the EWS Women's World Tag Titles (pausing for effect). You know how we feel about that? Disgusted. Disgusted by the fact that there is supposedly so many talented women hovering in EWS right now, but yet none of these promoters could find anyone remotely worth facing for these titles. They might as well have just handed them to us because it was obvious to anyone and everyone who was watching who would come out on top; Sierra Starr, Kendra Rayne... The Sisters of Salvation!

Sierra Starr: Sow hat we've come out here to do is to challenge everyone in EWS to find us some opponents that deserve a shot at these belts, opponents who we won't slice through like butter. After all, what is a title worth if it there is no challenge to defending it? We want to be known among the best wrestlers of all time, and we aren't going to get that so long so long as no one can produce someone that can test us and prove to all of you why we are the best. Now apparently we have a non-title match tonight, so bring out whoever thinks they've got the guts to challenge us.

”Daughters of Darkness” by Halestorm plays as the newly reformed team of Gemini and Blaze comes out to the ring, Gemini being a lot more playful and happy than we've seen her in a long time as Blaze follows, playing with her lighter. In the ring, the Sisters of Salvation seem to be almost insulted by the fact that the Daughters of Darkness are the the ones to answer the challenge.

Tom Hartman: Well the newly reformed Daughters of Darkness appear to be doing better than they have in a long time as Gemini appears to be in the more playful side of her personality right now. But it would appear they weren't what the Sisters of Salvation had in mind as far as competition goes.


MATCH 5
Sisters of Salvation vs. Daughters of Darkness
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The Sisters of Salvation waltz right up to Blaze and Gemini and start encouraging them to run along to the back to find someone better to take their place when Blaze nonchalantly puts something into her mouth and spits it out into her lighter, causing a fireball to fly into the air, startling the Sisters of Salvation for a moment and it appears to aggrevate them enough to both start hammering away at the Daughters of Darkness as the ref calls for the bell. They have DoD into the ropes with forearm smashes and go to whip them both across the ring, but the DoD hold on and spin the SoS down to the mat with synchronized arm wringers instead. Both pairs start fighting again and Kendra violently whips Gemini through the ropes and follows her out while Sierra starts chopping at Blaze in the corner and then throws her out to the middle of the ring with a belly to belly suplex, looking for an early pin that doesn't even get a 1 count. Sierra is getting more aggressive as they go, pulling Blaze into a hairmare followed by a vicious running boot to the face, then pulls her up by the hair, hits a scoop slam and then a knee drop and then pulls her back into her corner and tags in Kendra, who hits a stiff boot to Blaze's gut and does a hair pull mat sla, picking her up by the hair and slams her down again, and again!

Dexter Finch: Ouchies! That hair pulling looks like it hurts. Please don't make the Daughters of Darkness bald by yanking out their hair.

Tom Hartman: The tactics here by the Sisters of Salvation are anything but pretty as they are clearly looking to send a message to every woman wrestler in the back and around the world.

Kendra lifts Blaze up regularly this time and whips her into one of the neutral corners, looking to hit a clothesline, but the elusive Blaze slips through the ropes and slides back in through the ropes and under Kendra's legs, making her clearly more angry and Kendra throws a brutal elbow at Blaze, but the elusive Blaze has it scouted and yanks Kendra down by the arm, looking to lock in the Raging Flames (crippler crossface), but Kendra is able to keep from getting locked in while Sierra passes by and puts Kendra's foot on the ropes, forcing the break. Blaze chops away at Kendra with some stiff kicks, but Kendra eventually catches her leg, but then Blaze spins around and nails a dragonwhip kick to the head and goes for the cover!

… One

… Tw-kickout!


Blaze runs over and tags Gemini in as she quickly shimmies to the top turnbuckle and dives, catching Kendra with a tornado DDT that sends Kendra back to her corner! Sierra tags out and Kendra slides to the outside looking frustrated by the fact everything about this match.

Dexter Finch: She looks really upset. Is it her time of the month again?

Tom Hartman: That is really disrespectful Dex....

Dexter Finch: Sorry, my daddy says that ladies turn into grouchie monsters once a month, but to be fair, daddy was kind of a jerk.

Tom Hartman: Anyways, I can't pin point it, but there is any number of reasons they would be angry. Angry that the match has gone this long, that the Daughters of Darkness are fighting back, that they don't have the competition that they want. Who knows?

Sierra goes straight for Gemini with Starry Knight bicycle kick, but the quicker Gemini dodges and hits an enzuigiri followed by a springboard moonsault that takes them both over into a half-formed pin.

… One

… Two-kickout!


Feeling the moment, Gemini prepares for her finisher and jumps at Sierra for the Oh Shit (extreme tilt a whirld headscissors takedown), but Sierra reverses in mid rotation and somehow turns it into an incredible tombstone piledriver and the crowd is going crazy!

… One

… Two

… Th-No! Blaze gets in to break it up at the last second!


Tom Hartman: Woah! Never in my life have I seen a counter like that!

Dexter Finch: Sure, the top of this table is fancy, but shouldn't you be talking about the match?

Blaze tries to get back out of the ring, but Sierra grabs her by the arm and yanks her into the Sister of Salvation (reverse STO) to keep Blaze at bay! Sierra then goes to tag Kendra, looking to put the exclamation point on the victory as Kendra raises Gemini onto her shoulders in and electric chair position and kneels on one knee as Kendra goes to bounce off the ropes looking to knock Gemini off Kendra's shoulders with her Starry Knight bicycle kick, but Blaze grabs onto her waist and doesn't let go, disrupting Kendra's expectations and that gives Gemini enough time to turn the electric chair into a victory roll for the pin!

… One (Sierra is trying to get loose of Blaze's grip, but Blaze ties her up with everything she's got!)

… Two

… Three!


Cordelia Stewart: Here are your winners, The Daughters of Darkness!

Tom Hartman: I can't believe it! They bested the new EWS World Woman's Champion!

Blaze and Gemini roll out of the ring as quickly as they can as Sierra tries to dive in furiously to attack by Gemini, but misses by a hair! The Daughters of Darkness smile about their victory as Gemini gives Blaze a hug and the Sisters of Salvation are freaking out in the ring!



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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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We go backstage to find Deacon Black, Komodo, James Galleon and Charles Williams standing together discussing backstage

Deacon Black: Well done tonight comrades! With our collaboration, we have successfully put that accursed masked moron Ricardo and that overated hack DDV in their places. But we're just getting started. Tonight, Mr. Jackson will learn that he made a grave mistake by crossing the Gentlemen of Fortune.

James Galleon: For too long he has refused us the opportunities we deserve- the opportunities we are entitled to- and given them to far less worthy creatures... those peasants. He allows these neanderthals to run this show, but no longer will we stand for these ingrates taking our right to glory.

Charles Williams: The deck always seems to be stacked against us, but united, Darius' corruption will come to an end because we are the Gentlemen of Fortune...

James Galleon: ... The Gentlemen of Fortune...

Deacon Black: The Gentlemen of Fortune... let's go.

They collectively walk off as the camera fades back to ringside.

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***Vignette***
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The scene is a five-star Italian restaurant in the heart of Lexington, Kentucky. We cut to the parking lot where we see a white, beautifully restored 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air pull in with a Hispanic chauffeur driving LPW wrestler Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde, who is decked out in his trademark all-white manner of style. Sitting beside him are his wife, the lovely, vivacious Miss Jessie Rae, looking resplendent in her sequined white Arimani dress that comes down to just above the knees, and in the front passenger seat is their personal butler/bodyguard, Freeman, who is wearing an all-white suit as well while smoking on the finest imported Cuban cigars. Ambrose and his wife are sharing a concoction of Beauregarde Bourbon and Coca-Cola mixed together while smoking Cuban cigars as well. As the car pulls up to the curb, we see the chauffeur get out and hold the door open for Ambrose as he gets out, kissing his lady’s hand and guiding her out of the car as they lock arms together going inside with Freeman in tow. However, in their way, is a rather sizeable puddle that Miss Jessie Rae will have to walk through. Ambrose holds up his hand for everyone to stop as he points to the chauffeur.

Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Yessuh’, You, suh’…

The Hispanic chauffeur stammers nervously.

Chauffeur: M-m-m-me, senor?

Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Fuhst of all, kind suh… you call me “Suh”, ‘cuz I dare not take Latin to un’er-stand what y’all say. Secondly, I need yo’ coat, deah suh!

Chauffeur: Why, seno- I mean- Sir?

Ambrose eyes the chauffeur, making direct eye contact with him as he speaks softly yet sternly.

Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Ya see this heah’ delicate lil’ flowuh with me? This is a true Suh-thern Belle an’ she shall be treated as such… I dare not have her soil her garments on sum’thin as un-sav’ry as a picayune lil’ puddle… now lay yo’ coat down on th’ puddle so my angel don’t hafta git her dress ruint…

The chauffeur is hesitant to do this request.

Chauffeur: B-b-bu-but sir… I-I-I can’t buy another coat like this!

Ambrose then breaks out a wad of hundred dollar bills and starts flicking through them one by one in the chauffeur’s face.

Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Puh-haps y’all didn’t un’er-stand me jest then… would mah friends, Franklin, Grant, an’ Jackson manage to puh-suade you into this heah favoh?

Finally, the chauffeur lays down his coat as Ambrose and Miss Jessie Rae walk over it to keep from soiling their outfits as Ambrose turns to the chauffeur.

Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Thank ya, kind suh.

Ambrose then tosses the money into the wind, leaving the chauffeur to chase after it in the streets of Lexington as A.U.B., Miss Jessie Rae, and Freeman all share a good, hearty laugh at the chauffeur’s expense. As they walk inside, Freeman quietly speaks to A.U.B. before they go to the front desk.

Freeman: Master Ambrose, you do realize that you must place a call to establishments such as this just to dine here, right? How do you expect to get a private dinner for our party when the restaurant is full?

A.U.B. looks brashly at Freeman and begins to smirk while still puffing on his Cuban cigar.

Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Freeman, mah boy… have y’all fuh-gottin mah lineage? Have y’all fuh-gottin how filthy, stinkin’ wealthy mah fam’ly is? We are Beauregardes, an’ no one… No. One…. Tells a Beauregarde “No”. Just watch me turn on th’ Beauregarde chahm!

Just then, a young Sicilian maitre’d stops the Beauregarde party and begins to speak.

Maitre’d: May I help you?

Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Why yes, y’all may, dear suh! My wife, my puh-sonal butluh, an’ I want to book th’ entire establishment fo’ a private dinnah affaih…

The maitre’d stares at the trio incredulously before responding.

Maitre’d: Are you blind? We’re completely full tonight and have a restaurant full of patrons. You’ll just have to reschedule or take your business elsewhere.

Ambrose blows smoke in the maitre’d’s face and pulls out a briefcase, filled with several tens of thousands of dollars, and opens it in view of the maitre’d and replies.

Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Mah deah suh, puh-haps mah money shall puh-suade y’all to honor mah request… ‘cuz as a Sutherner, ah DEMAND satisfaction!

Ambrose pulls off a white glove and slaps the maitre’d on both sides of the face, which only infuriates the maitre’d more.

Maitre’d: I am going to bring my manager down here and have him personally escort you and your party off the premises. Such bullying shall not be tolerated in this place of business.

Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Y’all do that… I’ll still git in!

The maitre’d walks off furiously as Freeman quietly mutters to A.U.B.

Freeman: Master Ambrose, this might end rather ugly. Perhaps we should take our business elsewhere, hmm?

Ambrose offers a sly smile.

Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Trust me, Freeman… ah got this un’er control. You’ll see.

Just then, the manager comes out with the maitre’d. Ambrose waves a friendly “hello” to him and tips his cap. The manager stares at the maitre’d and the money and responds.

Manager: Honor this man’s request right now!

Maitre’d: B-but sir, our customers!

Manager: This young man’s family is one of the richest families in America and supplies the bourbon we serve in our establishment. I suggest you make him feel at home or you’ll be collecting unemployment checks!

Maitre’d: Y-yes sir! Mr. Beauregarde? Give us 10 minutes to clear the restaurant for you and your party. I do apologize for the confusion.

Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Quite all right, suh. Y’all were jus’ doin’ yo’ job…

20 minutes later, we cut to A.U.B., Miss Jessie Rae, and Freeman all sitting at the finest table in the restaurant by themselves with an orchestra playing in the background and livid customers outside freezing and cursing the Beauregardes. A.U.B. then turns to the camera and starts to speak.

Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Do not judge th’ managuh harshly… fo’ y’all should un’er-stand that there are suh-tain puhks to bein’ a Beauregarde… an’ fo’ those who try to cross me? Don’t. Tread. On. Me.

The scene then fades to black as "The South's Gonna Do It Again" by The Charlie Daniels Band begins to play in the back ground as in a fancy gold Old English font, it says "Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Coming Soon to RAGE"

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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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MAIN EVENT
Southern Comfort vs. Citrus Sting
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The iconic banjo from deliverance picks twice before:

“REACH FOR THE SKY BOY!”

Followed by two gun shots, before Lynyrd Skynyrd & Kid Rock's remix of "Gimmie Back My Bullets" kicks in. Southern Comfort steps through the curtains onto the ramp. The brothers wear their trademark Confederate zip up hoodies and strike a pose on the ramp and then head down to the ring. The brothers slide into the ring and take station on separate corners un-zipping their hoodies to reveal their faces as ...

HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAAAAAY!

Orange and green strobelights pulse and flicker as "We're All Dudes" by Less Than Jake blares and The Kumquat Kid emerges to a nice ovation and he runs down to the ring interacting with the audience and gets into the ring, yelling out “VIVA LA KUMQUAT!” to his adoring fans before leaping down into his corner, while “Pay For This” by Gemini Syndrome hits and intense blue and white lights shine down on Sentinel.He slowly makes his way down towards the ring amidst the lights and a dense fog and does his singature V taunt and then slides into the ring and poses again as blue pyros go off from each turnbuckle. Sentinel then meets his partner Ryan Lewis and meets with Southern Comfort in the center of the ring as the audience can't make up their minds who to cheer for.

Tom Hartman: Well isn't this an explosive main event for this evening; the well revered team of the Citrus Sting comign fresh off a strong showing at Night of Champions facing a team that many would argue deserved that spot just as much if more in the form of the rising stars, Southern Comfort!

Dexter Finch: E-xplosive you mean? That one doesn't roll off the tongue as well.

Both teams bump fist in a show of respect when...

HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE, PUT A LITTLE LOVE IN IT!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGnQveomQP0

"Luv Addict" by Family Force 5 continues as Leonard Luv emerges from the back with both Inga and Brutus in tow. All four men in the ring stare at him as he sits down at commentary with Inga on his lap and Brutus standing guard. He immediately starts making out with Inga right in front of Tom and Dexter.

Dexter Finch: That looks like it tastes good. Can I call next?

Tom Hartman: Umm, ladies and gentlemen we are being joined by the Rage Superstar champion, Leonard Luv and his entourage. What brings you out here Luv? .... Uh Luv?

Leonard Luv: What?! Can't you see I'm a little busy over here? I came out here not only to show that ass clown Sentinel and all these other douche bags that not only am I finally getting everything I deserve, but I figured I'd come down here and make fun of what terrible wrestlers they are for kicks because Darius made the bad decision of putting these no-draws in the main event.

Sentinel has a hard time taking his weary eyes off Luv, but the match officially starts regardless with Ryan Lewis and Austyn Hughs. The two lock up and appear to be pretty evenly matched, so they break it up and look at each other, trying a different tactic by each running across the ring and rebounding at each other to see what happens. Austyn leapfrogs Lewis and then they rebound again and Lewis leap frogs him this time wwith a goofy look on his as Austyn pretends like he is going to leapfrog again, but Ryan leans forward and gets kicked in the face instead to a laugh from the crowd. Austyn pulls Lewis' legs out from under him looking for a quick cloverleaf, but Ryan monkey flips him into the corner and then plants a hesitation drop kick into Austyn's stomach as he lays folded over. Lewis picks him up and unloads with chops and then whips Austyn across the ring, but Austyn jumps off the second turnbuckle and goes for a springboard cutter of sorts, but Lewis flips him over his head, Austyn landing on his and pulling Lewis down for an inverted headlock backbreaker. Austyn pulls Lewis into his corner and tags in Jackson, the two hitting a double team hip toss and then a tandem kick to the front and back of the face and Jackson floats over into the cover.

… One

… Two-kickout!

Jackson raises Lewis to his feet and whips him into one of the neutral corners nailing a big shoulder thrust and then rising for a ten punches count, getting to ten when Lewis slips out from underneath him, taps him on the back and then blasts Jackson with a dropkick that pushes his abdomen further onto the turnbuckle. Lewis takes that opportunity to climb up top and executes an astonishing reverse frankensteiner that almost lands Jackson on his head to a great pop from the crowd!


Leonard Luv: Pfft.... what an idiot! He almost broke the guy's neck with that botch. Darius should fire him because we can't have guys that are green as goose shit walking around as walking injury liability.

Tom Hartman: You know Ryan has been in this business probably longer than you have, right?

Both guys clearly felt the impact of that big bump as they crawl towards their respective corners and tag in Austyn and Sentinel! Sentinel immediately goes for his Bat Out of Hell striking spear, but Austyn somehow reflexively grabs him in mid run and slams Sentinel's face into the bottom turnbuckle of the Southern Comfort corner with a reverse STO! It's unclear who got the biggest brunt of the impact, but they both take a bit to get back up and Austyn jumps onto Sentinel's back, locking in a sleeper hold. Sentinel stumbles around the ring trying to break it and does everything he can to shake him off before deciding to ram him back first into one of the neutral corners, but Austyn continues to be quite ingenuitive with his ring arsenol by grabbing Sentinel's head and going for a reverse Tornado DDT off the turnbuckle, but Sentinel pops him into the air off of him and when Austyn regains his balance, he levels Austyn with a snap DDT. Sentinel goes for the cover, but Jackson is quick to break it up and then Sentinel lifts Austyn up and tosses him at the ropes nearest the announce tables and then charges at him, but Austyn pulls the ropes down and Sentinel spills to the outside. By the time Sentinel has caught his bearings, both Hughes brothers are flying at him out on the floor with a suicide dive (Austyn) and somesault senton of some sort that sends all three crashing to the floor in a heap in front of the announce table to a loud cheer!, But it isn't over yet as all three men get up and the Kumquat Kid is the next to fly at them off the nearest turnbuckle, shouting “Viva La Kumquat!” as he sails through the air and takes them all out with a diving senton of his own!

Dexter Finch: Dogpile! I'm going to dive on them too-

Tom Hartman: Get off the table Dexter! There are already enough bodies laying about with out yours being there too.

Leonard Luv: Woah, woah, woah! Talk about too close for comfort, Brutus, be a peach and take care of this will ya?

Brutus starts approaching the pile mencingly and it looks like he is about to get involved when Sentinel gets up and stands face to face with him, refusing to allow him any further! The two shaare a tense staredown when suddenly the Hughes brothers nail Sentinel in the back with a double dropkick that sends Sentinel right into Brutus' arms and almost backs them up so far that they are close to falling on Luv and Inga! The referee looks like he is about to disqualify someone with Brutus holding Sentinel from the impact in what would almost be classified as a bearhug, but then Lewis runs up and dropkicks his own partners back, sending Sentinel and Brutus crashing on top of Luv as Inga barely manages to scurry on top of the table!

Dexter Finch: I'm enjoying the view now! You can sit in my lap now Inga if you want.

Leonard Luv: Dammit oof... get off of me!

Lewis pulls Sentinel up and suddenly both of them are jumped by Southern Comfort who both unload with a flurry of redneck kung fu and then roll both members of Citrus Sting into the ring. The brothers Hughes go to dispose of Lewis first by going for a double inverted suplex, but instead KK grabs both of them by the head and runs up the nearest turnbuckle turning them inside out with a double sliced bread #2! With both members of Southern Comfort down, Lewis ascends one of the turnbuckle near the announce tables and looks to hit his 5 Alive Frog Splash on both brothers, but then he sees Brutus looming towards him once again, giving Jackson enough time to slam down on the rope, crotching Lewis. Jackson then lifts him off the turnbuckle and nails a Southern Pride (musclebuster), telling his bro to go to the top rope as he tries to set Lewis up for the Confederate Crunch (vertebreaker/kryptonite crunch combo, but Sentinel jumps clear over KK's back and hits the throwback on Jackson instead and then stands back up to see Austyn flying at him for a hurricanrana that Sentinel tries to reverse into a powerbomb, but Austyn rolls him all the way up into a pin!

… One (Sentinel struggles)

… Two (But he is trapped)

… Three!


Cordelia Stewart: Here are your winners Southern Comfort!

Tom Hartman: Wow what a match! And it was so unbelievable close.

The lights suddenly grow dim and the audience goes into an uproar as the only thing piercing it are gold and silver lights up on the stage and the opening strings of Mozart's "Requiem".



Deacon Black, Komodo, James Galleon and Charles Williams all make their way to the ramp and slowly walk down to the ring, surrounding the worn and beaten Citrus Sting and Southern Comfort on all sides!

Tom Hartman: The Gentlemen of Fortune are here to make a statement, but something doesn't seem right as they are clearly evenly matched.

Dexter Finch: Hold up, wait a minute.... what is Luv doing right next to us... in it?

All four men in the ring stand back to back, waiting for the Gentlemen of Fortune to get in the ring, but Deacon mouths, “Fade to Black! and then the lights fully cut to black! For a long while, nothing can be heard save for chaos in and around the ring, and when the lights go back on, both members of Southern Comfort are laying beaten around the ring, Jackson having apparently been slammed into the stairs and Austyn having been slammed through the announce table!

Tom Hartman: What is going on? There was someone right in front of us out here, but I couldn't tell who it was and whoever it was appears to have vanished? What in tarnation!

Dexter Finch: Oh look there they go!

Finally the Gentlemen of Fortune swarm the ring and team Sentinel and Ryan Lewis and try as they might to beat the odds, the Gentlemen of Fortune unleash utter hell upon them! Sentinel eventually starts to fight back against the odds, but it is cut short when he is pulled out of the ring and beaten into the floor by Luv and Brutus! Luv exchanges a glance at the Gentlemen of Fortune when he feels satisfied with the damage and raises the title high into the air for them all to see as he walks up the ramp and the Gentlemen of Fortune rejoice over Lewis' broken body in the center of the ring as the show fades off the air.


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Edited by Brutalikus, Mar 21 2014, 11:46 PM.
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