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Rage #31; 5.1.15
Topic Started: May 1 2015, 07:13 PM (212 Views)
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The Unremarkable
Posted ImageLive from St. Louis, Missouri.
Friday, May 1st, 2015

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The show opened with fireworks, smoke and a light display set to the tune of "Black Dragon" by The Vines.


The opening guitar rift of "Hysteria" by Muse plays as spotlights roams around the arena and the lights beginning to flicker. At the 20 seconds mark, out comes "High Class" Charles Williams flaring his nose and listening to the boos from the crowds, brandishing his newly won contract briefcase for a St. Louis Rage title shot as he makes his way to the ring and retrieves a microphone.

Charles Williams: (listening to the boos) You can boo me all you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that a few weeks ago at Gateway V, I, Charles Thaddeus Williams III walked into the first ever St. Louis Rumble match and while 29 other competitors made their exit over the top rope, I made my exit with this; the briefcase for a St. Louis Rage title shot anytime and anywhere I should choose. Not only that, but one of the majority shareholders of Rage, Benedict Iscariot was so impressed with my victory that he approached me after the match and awarded me a shot at the EWS World Jr. Heavyweight title at Battleborn in a few weeks time. Not only does he recognize that I am the greatest Jr. Heavyweight in the world like you all should, but he also acknowledges that after 2 long years of working my way up from the bottom of EWS, FINALLY everyone in the back and in the audience will be forced to acknowledge me as the true crown prince of this sport that I have been all along!

Not only will I be walking out of Battle Born as the EWSJr. Heavyweight champion, but when the time is right, I will cash in my shot at the St. Louis Rage title and I don’t care if DDV has the title, Josh Hominick or even that overrated animal Magnum Wolf.... when I seize my opportunity, they will know that it is none of them that are the greatest pro wrestler that this sport has ever known... it is I, “The High Class: Charles Williams!

The crowd boos as Williams smiles and holds the briefcase above his head with a smug look when suddenly, “Back in the Saddle” picks up as the crowd goes into an uproar for the arrival of Slamsley McBody, complete with his High Octane title shot briefcase! Williams looks none too pleased with his arrival as Slams retrieves a microphone and meets Williams in the ring.

Charles Williams: So what is so bloody damn important that you had to interrupt my victory speech?

Slamsley McBody: Woah, woah, woah easy their Charlie. I came here for a couple things, but to pick a fight wasn’t one of ‘em. The first thing I came down here for is to congratulate you on a hardfought win at the St. Louis Rumble. Though I don’t like how you did it, I can’t argue dat you put up one heck of a fight. So congratulations.

Slams extends his hand out for a shake, but Williams doesn’t except.

Charles Williams: And why in the hell would I shake your hand exactly? You weren’t my equal, in that match, nor will you ever be. You were simply one of 29 other losers blocking my path to destiny and I beat you like everyone else!

Slamsley McBody: Well I’m sorry ta here dat Charlie. I really am, because where I come from, honest men are the real winners. Not liers, cheaters and self-centered brats and you happen to be all three Charlie! If that’s da way you want it, then fine. Unlike you, I only got eliminated once. You on the other hand, were eliminated twice, but thanks to the fact dat da referees didn’t see it, you managed to get back in the match. I can’t blame you for what you did, but I sure as hell don’t respect it. I didn’t come here for a fight, but if dats the way you want it, maybe I ought to teach you a lesson right here and right now, whadda ya say Charlie?

The crowd pops for this as Williams is about to answer when out of nowhere “Evil Ways” plays as out comes 1/2 of the EWS Tag Team champions, Magnum Wolf! Wolf enters the ring to a mixed reaction as he stares down Slamsley and then Williams and holds out his hand in a forceful manner, demanding Slams give him the microphone, which he does after a tense staredown.

Magnum Wolf: Look at you two small time players bickering over who threw who over the top rope. Last I checked, throwing someone over the top rope doesn’t win most matches; WRESTLING does! And as far as I’m concerned, you can both walk around with your toy briefcases, pretending like they make you entitled to the ‘B’ show’s title, but unlike a nobody wrestling dynasty like the McBody family and unlike just a flat out rich nobody like you Williams... I am one of the few proud men left in this sport that doesn’t just run his mouth; I back it up. Not only that, but you can run your mouth all you want about how you won a title shot, but when it comes down to it a real man doesn’t wait around shooting the shit about it... a real man takes what he wants!

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; Rage is NOTHING until Magnum Wolf makes it something and under any other circumstances I wouldn’t bother setting foot in the minor leagues like this if I didn’t have a good reason. But this time, I have a couple scores to settle so Josh Hominick.... you have stuck your nose into my business one too many times boy! Get your ass down here so you can take your beating like a man!

They all wait for several tense seconds as “Fire It Up” eventually starts up and out walks Josh Hominick, getting in the ring and going nose to nose with Magnum Wolf before snatching the microphone out of his hands while Slams and Williams watch the confrontation.

Josh Hominick: So you’re calling me out, is that right? You talk about me getting involved in your business, but as far as I’m concerned, DDV and the Rage title are MY BUSINESS. I don’t care who you think you are Wolf and I don’t care what you think of Rage, but the fact remains that the title that DDV has is rightfully mine and you screwed me at Gateway V! Now I’d suggest you tuck your tail between your legs and get the hell out of my ring because you aren’t worth my time Wolf! I want DDV and I want my rematch right now!

Magnum Wolf: That’s just peachy Hominick because if anyone is getting a shot at that title DDV has, it’s ME! I didn’t care about that worthless title at first, but now I’m going to prove a point by taking it and proving that there is no one on Rage worthy of holding a candle to a Sin City Shooter!

With that Wolf and Hominick get in each other’s faces as “Cochise” then starts as out walks Darius Jackson, looking ultra stressed out.

Darius Jackson: I HAVE JUST ABOUT HAD IT WITH ALL OF YOU MOTHERF***ERS TRYING TO RUN MY SHOW! You guys all come out here demanding matches, but you forget that I am the one who makes the decisions around here, NOT YOU! First of all, DDV is not here tonight as he is at home with his pregnant wife Ember, so any claims to the Rage title will have to wait. Secondly, I already booked the main event tonight; Slamsley McBody vs. Josh Hominick, so you mother f***ers can all stop bitching for f***s sake! And that is FINAL!

Darius turns to leave when suddenly the tron lights up and catches Darius’ eyes as we see a camera follow down a hallway to the parking lot littered in the beaten bodies of at least 20 or so security guards all nursing their injuries! Darius mouths, “What the f*** is going on?!” and then we see a group on screen with a man who’s hands and legs are bound with his head is covered in a black bag- this is Amir El-Hashem and Beast Mode of the Championship Caliber Wrestlers from rEvolution! They shove the bagged man into a car as Amir gets in the camera’s face!

Amir El-Hashem: Darius Jackson! We have your friend, Benedict Iscariot and if you want him back in one peace, you’ll sign over your control of PWR TONIGHT! You have two hours to meet our demands or else Benedict is going to meet an e-hem, watery fate. I here the Mississippi river is nice this time of year. You have two hours to meet our demands Jackson.

With that, Amir grabs the camera and throws it to the ground, causing Darius to go wide eyed and shout, “MOTHER F***ER!” and stomp to the back!

Meanwhile in the ring, Hominick and Wolf are once again nose to nose about to start throwing punches as Slamsley tries to get in to calm things down, only for Hominick to jam the microphone into his face! Hominick starts beating down Slamsley when Wolf then spins Hominick around and drops him with the Smoking Barrel (Leg Trap Fall-Forward Chokebomb)! Hominick rolls to the outside of the ring and Wolf turns around and shoots a deathglare straight at Charles Williams who was running at him with the briefcase, but stops dead in his tracks! Williams continues to contemplate hitting Wolf with the briefcase, but then wisely ducks to the outside of the ring and makes his way off, Wolf being left in the ring and looking at the three men who’ve rolled to the outside.



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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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We come back from commercial to find Deacon Black, Mercer Prime, Chris Evans, Sebastian Jankowski, Acer Stone, Brandon Gabriel and AUB in the ring while the Kumquat Kid is making his way down to the ring with his crew of zany characters, the Kumquats of Acme interacting with the crowd. Suddenly, “Waiting For the End” comes over the speakers as out comes the newest edition to the Rage roster, a future legend of Mexico and Japan, El Caballero Oscuro!

Dexter Finch: Hey it’s one of those nacho libre guys!

Tom Hartman: That is the one and only El Caballero Oscuro making his Rage debut Dex! He is a proven competitor around the world, most notably in Pro Wrestling Revolution and I’m being told that we have a small interview clip from him filmed earlier tonight:

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El Caballero Oscuro: St. Louis Rage... mi nueva casa. My journey has taken me far and wide, and now, it brings me here to the gateway of glory. Now is my chance to ascend to even greater heights, so mark these words; (moving closer to the camera) El Caballero Oscuro is here to uphold the tenants of justice and honor and to triumph over those who's villainy threatens to stain the sport that I have dedicated my life to bringing glory to. For those who are honorable, I await the challenges you bring and for those who are not.... you will know the fury of the Dark Knight.


El Caballero and the Kumquat Kid join the 7 other competitors, many of them mouthing off to each other as the badblood between AUB/Gabriel, KK/Evans and Deacon/Prime especially aren’t going unnoticed.

Suddenly, “Einstein” hits the speakers as the crowd practically blows the roof off the place to see the new High Octane champion, Billy Shaw! Shaw looks a little distraught, but covers it by hearing the crowd’s reaction as he leads them in an “I Believe We Can Win!” chant one more time!

Dexter Finch: I BELIEVE WE CAN WIN! I BELIEVE-

Tom Hartman: Jeeze Dex, not so loud... I’m sitting right here. Anyways, we were told earlier tonight that Billy Shaw has an announcement to make tonight... so I guess it’s time for us to find out to just what this announcement is.

Billy makes his way into the ring with a microphone, surrounded by friends and foes alike. The crowd is chanting so loud for Billy that it takes him several long moments to speak,

Billy Shaw: St. Louis... I’m going to miss this...

And just like that the crowd’s reaction hushes in shock and confusion.

Billy Shaw: I’ve got some bad news for you guys... a couple days ago I got the call from Mr. Benedict Arnold- I mean, Iscariot and he delivered some bad news; my contract has officially been traded to “The Premier League of Wrestling”, Las Vegas Fury.

The crowd boos loudly as Shaw looks clearly disappointed by this.

Billy Shaw: Don’t get me wrong guys, I talked to Commissioner Jackson about this, but since his boss went over his head to do this, it sounds like there isn’t much that either of us can do. This sucks, I know. Truth be told, the times I’ve competed on Rage are some of the favorites of my career. Every night I came out here and laid it out on the line for you guys and it was worth it every last second when I would come out here and you would cheer along with me. But I guess even good things have to end, which brings me next to this (holding the High Octane title). I’ve discussed this at length with Darius and we both agree that it wouldn’t be right for Rage for me to take this title with me while there is a whole roster full of talented people that could benefit from it.... so it chokes me up to say that I am officially going to vacate the High Octane title.

The crowd boos loudly for the fact that one of their favorites is being forced to leave like this, but suddenly Billy gets a sly smile on his face and shouts,

Billy Shaw: .... but not before I put this title on the line one last time!

The crowd starts to cheer thunderously again!

Billy Shaw: That’s why I have invited anyone on the roster who is here right now to compete for this title because whether WE like you or not, you guys are the future of Rage and by the end of tonight, one of you will walk out as the newly crowned High Octane champion! And guess what; I’m going to be competing with all of you under the stipulation that I can’t lose and I can’t win the title... in a 10-man Elimination Table match that begins RIGHT NOW! And believe me, even though I’m not here to walk out as champion, me and everyone in this arena know that in the end I believe we WILL win!


MATCH 1 – High Octane Title Elimination Table Match
Acer Stone vs. AUB vs. Brandon Gabriel vs Mercer Prime vs. Sebastian Jankowski vs. Deacon Black vs. Chris Evans vs. El Caballero Oscuro vs. Kumquat Kid vs. Billy Shaw
*Billy Shaw cannot win or lose this match*
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The bell rings as the 10 men charge into the fray, throwing strikes of all kinds everywhere as the Kumquat Kid is the first to get tossed over the north ropes by Chris Evans- safely into the arms of the Kumquats of Acme. They put KK down safely as he instructs the godzilla guy, the Hostess Avengers (pastry themed super heroes) and a couple of guys and gals dressed like video game characters to start setting up tables all around the ring! KK himself sets a table up on the north outside part of the ring and then climbs onto the ring apron- only to almost get big booted off into the table by a charging Evans! KK instead ducks and pulls the ropes down, causing Evans to crotch himself on the ropes as KK thinks quickly and vertical suplexes the massive Evans over the ropes and straight through the table for the first elimination!

Chris Evans has been eliminated!

Tom Hartman: I can’t believe it! One of the sure on favorites going into this one has already been eliminated by the Kumquat Kid!

Dexter Finch: Holy Kumquats! Chris Evans spent a long time in the St. Louis Rumble a couple weeks ago, but he was eliminated in a couple seconds tonight! Way to fall for it... pfft get it Tom? Cause he fell? You don’t get it do you?

KK screams “Viva La Kumquat!” to a cheer from the crowd and climbs the upper right buckle and throws himself into the fray in the center of the ring with a crossbody that takes all 9 men out! KK gets up and pounds his chest in a goofy way to get the crowd even more psyched as he then goes for Deacon, sitting him on the top turnbuckle in the lower left corner and starting a ten punches count as we can see Chris Evans getting to his feet at the command of his manager Joey Parker on the outside, holding his back and looking PISSED!

Tom Hartman: Oh boy... that expression doesn’t look good at all.

Dexter Finch: Look out Kumquat!!!

With that, Evans slides back into the ring and grabs KK off the lower right buckle in a powerbomb position and then mercilessly powerbombs KK over the ropes out to the floor through a table with a sick impact!

The Kumquat Kid has been eliminated!

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Evans isn’t done yet however as he slides out of the ring and starts pounding on KK outside the ring to reprise their previous feud and this includes him whipping KK straight into the stairs and throwing around the Kumquats of Acme whenever one of KK’s friends approaches him! El Caballero sees this sickening display however and runs up the lower right corner with ease, leaping and dives with a corkscrew crossbody all the way out to the floor taking out Evans as the crowd’s excitement is growing more and more!

Tom Hartman: El Caballero has come to save the day and wait- look in the ring! What are the High Flying Connection doing?

While Caballero starts fighting with Evans outside the ring Acer and Seb climb up the lower left turnbuckle and starts fighting with Deacon, but Deacon pulls a couple eye pokes, low blows and general cheap shots, knocking them both off the turnbuckle and then dives for a double bulldog on them- only to get caught with a running spear slam straight back into the corner by Mercer Prime as Prime starts to unload on Deacon!

While this is happening, Ambrose takes the opportunity to blast Acer with a Dixie Discomfort (vicious running knee lift) and then runs the ropes looking to do the same to Seb, but Seb catches him with a Polish Stunner (Back Kick to Stunner) that stumbles AUB into the east ropes while Brandon Gabriel comes running across the ring and takes AUB over the ropes with a big time crossbody that sends them tumbling out near the announce table, almost falling through a table on the way down!

Meanwhile, we see Billy Shaw on the north side of the ring, digging under the ring for tons of hardware that includes several more tables and a couple of ladders too to the delight of the crowd!


Tom Hartman: Right now we have Prime working over Deacon in the ring, Gabriel and Ambrose fighting out in front of us, the already eliminated Kumquat Kid and Chris Evans fighting their way over towards the ramp with El Caballero and now Billy Shaw is pulling out even more hardware!

Dexter Finch: I’ve only got two eyes Tom and that means I can only watch 2 things happening at once. I think it’s making me cross-eyed Tom.

Up on the ramp, Kumquat Kid and El Caballero are starting to battle back against Chris Evans, knocking him backwards with tandem superkicks when suddenly something flies out of the crowd- It’s Sovereign Systems Online!

Tom Hartman: What the hell? Where did Alex Hawke’s personal assassin come from?

Dexter Finch: He’s a robot Tom. They’re like magic or something. How else do you think machines work?

Sovereign levels E.C.O. from behind and Xavier Smith lumbers out from backstage to join up with Sovereign and Evans. Hawke’s henchmen start to pummel the living hell out of KK and E.C.O. when Seb sees this, asks Shaw to pass him a ladder, sets it up in the ring, climbs and finally DIVES onto all 3 of the massive henchmen with a whisper in the wind-style plancha 15 feet in the air to the floor below to save KK and El Caballero! Xavier, Sovereign and Evans are all taken down on the ramp as the crowd chants..

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! THIS IS AWESOME! HOLY SHIT!

Out near the announce tables, Gabriel and AUB are still fighting as and smashing each other off all the nearby ring equipment until Gabriel DDTs AUB face first on one of the announce tables while AUB’s wife Ms. Jessie Rae screams and his bodyguard Freeman charges in with a ridiculously powerful haymaker- but Gabriel ducks and catches him for a spinout powerbomb that sends him flying and smashing back first across the time keeper’s podium, the bell included! Gabriel climbs on top of the announce table and strikes and arm spread pose as the crowd is really starting to get behind him as Gabriel leaps for a tornado DDT on AUB- CAUGHT as AUB uses the momentum to toss Gabriel at the nearby table- NO! Gabriel manages to land on the other side of the table without going through it! AUB furiously pickup tosses the table at Gabriel only for Gabriel to catch part of it it as AUB then blasts him with a blatant lowblow and then pulls Gabriel into a ragdoll cobra clutch straight into the Old South Special (Cobra Clutch into a Bodyscissors)!

Inside the ring Mercer is manhandling Deacon with a string of suplexes and then he points down at a couple tables on the south side. Mercer retrieves the tables and brings them into the ring, setting up one of them in the lower left corner and the other in the center of the ring when Deacon suddenly springboards and plants Mercer with a knee to the back that causes him to flop over the table! Deacon starts hammering away at Prime when Acer darts across the ring at him and plants him with a sitout facebuster!

With that Acer is only one of two men standing in the ring- the other being his friend and crowd favorite Billy Shaw! Shaw points the two ladders now in the ring and they both set up the ladders in the lower left and upper right corners respectively and climb to the top with the intention of diving on Prime on the table in the center of the ring! Prime gets up however and starts climbing up the lower left ladder with Shaw, leaving Acer on the upper right ladder without a target when suddenly AUB- who has seemingly made Gabriel pass out with his finisher- climbs the apron and shoves the ladder, sending Acer crashing out of the ring to the floor from the top of a ladder through one of the many tables set up on the outside!


Acer Stone has been eliminated!

Tom Hartman: GOOD LORD what a fall!

Dexter Finch: Have a nice trip... see you next fall! Lolz do you get that one Tom?

In the ring, Mercer climbs the ladder and attempts to superplex Shaw through the table on instinct (not noticing that he Shaw can’t win the match), but Deacon sneaks up behind Prime and pulls him off the ladder straight into a vicious backstabber! Shaw tries to recover on the top of the ladder when AUB circles around the ring apron to the south side with his titanium cane in hand and clobbers Shaw in the back with it, causing Shaw to slip down off the ladder onto the top turnbuckle in pain! AUB spies a nearby tables out on the floor and throws Shaw off the top rope through it to a serious impact- but Shaw can’t win anyways so all it did was cause damage and draw heat from the crowd to a serious round of boos as AUB bows to the crowd!

Out near the ramp, the fight between Xavier/Evans/Sovereign and KK/El Caballero/Seb has escalated big time as Xavier has taken the liberty of grabbing a couple chairs and starts to obliterate the fan favorites with them! This culminates in the heinous monster Xavier and Sovereign each pulling out tables and drilling Seb and El Caballero through them respectively with a vicious powerbombs!


El Caballero Oscuro and Sebastian Jankoswki have been eliminated!

With that, Xavier smirks at the handiwork just done as he issues Evans and Sovereign off, leaving Seb, KK and El Caballero in a heap.

Tom Hartman: Look at the carnage in and around the ring!

Dexter Finch: Who’s even still left in the match?! I can’t even keep track of my own right hand- oh wait, there it is. False alarm, it was in my pants Tom.

Tom Hartman: Ugh... too much information Dex. By my calculations, we have Deacon, Ambrose, Mercer, the uneliminatable Billy Shaw and

Dexter Finch: - The Canadian Arch Angel Food Cake!

Just as Dex says that, Gabriel comes running across the south apron at Ambrose who is still bowing to the crowd, drawing their ire until Gabriel hits a Daniel Bryan-esque flying knee that recklessly plows into AUB as the two spill off the apron to the floor to a pop from the crowd!

The only ones remaining in the ring are Deacon Black who continues to beat down Mercer by taking the ladder and smashing it off Mercer’s back a couple times and then lays it across Mercer’s shoulder blades, lacing Mercer’s arms through the ladder and locking him in an absolutely heinous ladder-assisted camel clutch! Mercer screams out in pain as Deacon yanks back on the hold- but he doesn’t notice that Billy Shaw has climbed up the lower left corner right behind him! With that, Shaw leaps off the corner and catches Deacon from behind with a seated senton chest first into the ladder as he sits above Mercer, crushing Mercer in the process!


Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Shaw gets to his feet gingerly and pulls Deacon off of Mercer, spying the tables in the center of the ring and in upright against the lower right corner. Shaw lays Deacon back first against the corner table and climbs on top of the table in the middle of the ring, starting an “I BELIEVE..” chant and flies at Deacon- only for Deacon to miss as Shaw dropkicks the table in half! Shaw seems to have hurt his leg a bit, but gets to his feet, only to stumble straight back into Deacon who somehow maneuvers him into a standing iconoclasm that puts Shaw straight through the center table!

Deacon takes some time to trash talk Shaw and then kicks him out of the ring- but he doesn’t notice Mercer Prime right behind him with the ladder, and when Deacon turns around, he is met with the ladder straight to the face that busts him open! Deacon is laying flat out as Mercer looks around, noticing what appears to be one last standing table right in front of the announce tables. Mercer points to it as the crowd cheers and then pulls Deacon’s noodly body out onto the east apron with him as he looks to send Deacon plummeting below with the Primal Slam (Full Nelson Slam), but Deacon hits a back kick low blow out of desperation! Deacon recovers a bit and pulls Mercer up with the intention of doing a leaping Black Damage Brain Buster through the table but Mercer fights out of it! The two teeter precariously on the apron trading fists when suddenly AUB comes flying at them with a ladder, shoving them both off the apron and through the table!


Mercer Prime and Deacon Black have been eliminated!

Tom Hartman: Mercer and Deacon have been laid out right in front of us! That only leaves two left! Ambrose and-

Dexter Finch: -Here the angel cake man comes again!

AUB turns around straight into a flying forearm by Gabriel clear over the ladder AUB was holding and then a leaping dropkick straight to the ladder into AUB’s chest as he gets to his feet! Gabriel follows AUB to the north ropes and irish whips him-reversed into an alabama slam attempt- but Gabriel counters into a front facelock with bodyscissors! AUB is fading on his feet, but eventually AUB runs him back first into the upper right buckle and then pulls Gabriel out into a shortarm clothesline that turns him inside out! AUB is looking woozy as he comes to his senses and begins to show that mean streak of his, stomping in the corner and waiting for Gabriel to get up to connect another Dixie Discomfort (Mr. Wrestling II style knee lift) and then he rushes Gabriel- only for Gabriel to catch him in an epic swinging Archangel's Vengeance (Fallaway Slam swung out into a GO 2 SLEEP) that knocks AUB into next Tuesday!

AUB is out like a light as Gabriel catches his breath, when suddenly a couple tables come sliding into the ring courtesy of Billy Shaw who encourages Gabriel to finish this- only to be suddenly bullrushed by Freeman! Freeman and Shaw fight outside the ring as Gabriel debates whether or not he should help, but instead decides to set the 3 tables up - two are set up normally but the third is set across them like a platform to make an ‘I’ shape. Gabriel rolls AUB onto the center of the three tables and then sets up the ladder in front of the top of the ‘I’ table arrangement and readies himself in a sitting position on the top to leap down on AUB and end it- but that’s when he notices Ms. Jessie Rae rocking the ladder!


Tom Hartman: Miss Jessie Rae is asserting herself on her husband’s behalf! This jezebel needs to get out of here pronto!

Gabriel tries telling her to back off and then starts sliding down the front of the ladder- but that seems to be exactly what Jessie Rae wanted as AUB has somehow gotten hold of his titanium cane, stands up on the table platform and slams the cane into Gabriel’s heading, knocking him clear out! Gabriel falls forward off the ladder into AUB’s arms as he stands on table platform and launches Gabriel straight overhead through two of the tables with a belly to belly suplex to become the new High Octane champion!

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The crowd is booing loudly as AUB sits down on the final remaining table and Miss Jessie Rae excitedly retrieves the High Octane title as Freeman also joins AUB in the ring!

Tom Hartman: I can’t believe what I’m seeing!

Dexter Finch: I know, I say I say that I can’t believe Foghorn Leghorn is the new champion!

AUB gets a sly grin on his face and celebrates with the title along with Jessie Rae and Freeman, the two exiting the ring and backing up the ramp looking at the carnage in and around the ring but they don’t notice who is behind them: Billy Shaw! The crowd pops as Shaw taps Ambrose on the shoulder and then fires off a superkick to floor the new champ and then gives Freeman one as well as he goes for a swift haymaker! Miss Jessie Rae even tries to hit him, but Shaw pulls her into a brief kiss to the delight of the crowd that shuts her up long enough for Shaw to roll AUB back into the ring! AUB tries begging for mercy, only to back up right into a recovering Brandon Gabriel who grabs AUB for another Archangel's Vengeance (Fallaway Slam swung out into a GO 2 SLEEP)! Gabriel lays AUB out on the last table in the ring as Billy Shaw gives the crowd one last moment to remember of him in St. Louis by climbing the ladder and starting a thunderous “I BELIEVE WE CAN WIN!” chant that BLOWS THE FREAKIN’ ROOF off the place as Shaw takes flight and nails the Shawanator ( corkscrew shooting star press ) off the ladder through AUB and the table below!

AUB is totally out as the crowd cheers feverishly, Gabriel grabbing the High Octane title and staring deeply at it before laying it on AUB’s limp body and helping Shaw to his feet, Gabriel leading the crowd in one last “I Believe WE Can Win!” chant with Shaw before Shaw departs for Sunday Night Fury!



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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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We open on a shot backstage of Acer Stone and Sebastian Jankowski discussing something of importance.

Acer Stone: “You sure about this, man?”

Sebastian Jankowski: “Yeah, I’ve really given it a lot of thought. I’ve had a blast hanging with you and Shaw, but I really think its time for me to try my hands at another singles run. I've been itching to get my hands on that High Octane title and then who knows? Maybe I'll get a shot at the Rage title one of these days. I just hope it doesn't involve anymore tables for awhile haha.”

Acer Stone: “I know what you mean, I'm going to be icing my back for weeks after that! Anyways, it really has been a blast having you around, but I know Billy would say the same thing I’m about to say. Keep having fun, and be safe.”

Sebastian Jankowski: “Thanks man.”

Seb and Acer shake hands as Jankowski walks off. Acer watches him leave and then gets a tap on the shoulder, turning around to see Mike Craven to thunderous applause. The two friends embrace.

Mike Craven: “Man it’s been a long time since we’ve hung out.”

Acer Stone: “That it has. How you been?”

Mike Craven: “I’m better now. I’ve missed this. I mean-“

The two friends are interrupted by the group known as Topper Productions, who are greeted with a loud chorus of boos from the capacity crowd. Mikey Mitchell is looking as smug as ever, as Rupert and Thaddeus finish up working on his hair and holding a mirror for him to look at. Topper, meanwhile, is drinking a mojito and surveying the scene from under a pair of sunglasses.

Topper: “Hold the phone, is that really you? Mike Craven, wow, nice to finally see you back here in EWS!”

Mike Craven: “Uh yeah, thanks, I guess.”

Topper: “I mean, no one really asked for you to come back, but hey, what difference does that make, right?”

Mike Craven: “I could say the same for a D-list 'celebrity' like you (the crowd collectively 'oooooh's). Is there a point to anything you’re saying?”

Mikey Mitchell: “His point, Craven, is that the moment I threw your greasy ass out of the ring at the St. Louis Rumble-“

Topper: “That you did, Mikey, that you did!”

Mikey Mitchell: “People once again stopped caring about you, Craven, which is pretty much a trend in your career, isn’t it? And why should anyone care, I mean look at you; you call what you're wearing style? I have half a mind to call up your tailor and barber and sue them crimes against humanity!”

Topper: “Whatever happened to that other guy you used to hang with? Man, he had a silly name, but he was WAY more entertaining, and I know a thing or two about entertainment. Could you give him my card?”

Mike Craven: “You give me a card, and I give you a paper cut in a place you’d never think you could get one in!”

The crowd roars as Topper actually gulps a bit, then pretends he’s just annoyed.

Mike Craven: “As for you, Mitchell, you and I have a score to settle, so I asked the commissioner to book me and you one on one, RIGHT NOW! I’ll make it where these two goofballs won’t have anything in their little cosmetic bags good enough to fix what I do to you!”

Mikey Mitchell: Is that so? I think you've spent too much time away from the ring because if you had been here, you would know that everything you see before you... this is beauty incarnate, but what I do in the ring.... is ugly for those who oppose me. But I'm a nice guy so I'll tell you what; tonight, I will give you a makeover... with my boot! After all, I don't know how your hideousness could go anywhere but up... see you out there and try to make this look good for the cameras... I don't want people to be distracted from my pure magnificence by your abysmal lack of magnificence.

Mitchell just purses his lips and brushes Craven off before snapping his fingers and ushering away with his entourage. Craven turns to Stone, shaking his head.

Mike Craven: “How long have you guys been dealing with that crap?”

Acer Stone: “Too long.”

Stone and Craven go back to their conversation as we return ringside.


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We open suddenly with Togo Oni being escorted by security, looking none too pleased.

Togo Oni: “I don’t understand! I didn’t do anything wrong! Tokyo Drift has a match!

Security Guard #1: “I understand that, but this is from direct order of Benedict Iscariot.”

Security Guard #2: “You’ve been traded to rEvolution Wrestling, sir.”

Togo Oni: “When? He’s not even here!”

Security Guard #1: “It was done before he was kidnapped, Togo.”

Security Guard #2: “We’re just following orders.”

Togo Oni: “This is all a load of crap!”

They round the corner as Tokyo Drift is standing there, ready to go on.

Kaz Hashimoto: “We were looking for you!”

Yoshihiro Fujiwara: “What’s this all about?”

Togo Oni: “You two will find out about it all in due time. Seems our leadership has decided it would be best for me to go to rEvolution.”

Kaz Hashimoto: “What? Why we he do that?”

Yoshihiro Fujiwara: “Well we’re not going to allow it! We’re not going out there without you.”

Security Guard #1: “You can’t do that.”

Security Guard #2: “Mr. Iscariot said you might try to do that, so if you do, he’s stripping you of your titles.”

Kaz and Yoshi look to Togo for answers.

Togo Oni: “Just go. Both of you.”

Togo continues to be escorted out, as Kaz and Yoshi try to pull it together for their big match.

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MATCH 2 – Rage Tag Title Rematch
Tokyo Drift (c) vs. US Air Force
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“Hell March 3“ starts up as out marches the former Rage Tag champions, Jason White and Randy Shaw of the US Air Force.

Tom Hartman: Tonight we have a rematch of sorts as US Air Force attempts to win back the title that they’ve warred for with their current rivals, Tokyo Drift for the better part of the last year.

Dexter Finch: Clearly Deacon isn’t in their corner tonight after Deacon tried to steal their own titles from them and I heard earlier tonight from a guy who knows a guy that Deacon said and I quote, “I am so butthurt right now.”

Tom Hartman: Er, right Dex. Anyways, not only have US Air Force lost a partner, but apparently Tokyo Drift’s partner Togo Oni has apparently just been informed that he has been officially drafted to rEvolution. The playfield is even, so these guys are looking to end this once and for all.

“Blazin’” kicks in as out runs the Tokyo Drift with their newly won Rage Tag titles, though they are clearly troubled by the fact that Togo Oni was escorted out of the arena moments ago. They slide into the ring and go face to face with US Air Force as this one is about to begin!

Kaz and White start this one off with a tie up, side headlock takedown by White, headscissors by Kaz, White rolls backwards out of it and attempts to lock in an early Texas Cloverleaf but Kaz double boots him back into the upper right corner. Kaz goes for a clothesline, but White ducks and runs the ropes, nailing a flying shoulder tackle and then tagging in Shaw as he drops Kaz with a backdrop backbreaker and Shaw dives off the lower right corner with a guillotine leg drop! Shaw goes for a quick cover, but Kaz still kicks out as Shaw then measures Shaw up for a shining wizard only for Kaz to ali-oop powerbomb him overhead, causing Shaw to land acrobatically on the top turnbuckle and quickly dive back down with a twisting crossbody- CAUGHT by Kaz in a beautiful snap scoop powerslam!

The pace has started off fast and furious as Kaz drags Shaw back to the upper left corner and tags in Yoshi, whipping Shaw off the west ropes and catching Shaw on the rebound in spinebuster position as Yoshi springboards in with a flipping neckbreaker straight into Kaz’s spinebuster! Yoshi quickly curls Shaw into a small package pin- but it is broken up by White. Kaz and White briefly start to argue as the ref is occupied trying to break them up while behind them, Yoshi rolls Shaw up to his feet for a snap suplex, but Shaw rakes the eyes and turns it into a very acrobatic looking swinging DDT to the delight of the crowd that is clearly behind this kid despite his heel alignment. Shaw drags Yoshi towards the lower left buckle and attempts a split-legged moonsault, landing on his knees when he notices Yoshi isn’t there as Yoshi, having rolled backwards) runs and springboards off Shaw’s back, landing on the turnbuckle and then quickly flying back at Shaw for an EPIC looking spinning headscissors takedown that sends Shaw tumbling all the way out to the floor on the north side!


Tom Hartman: This is quite possibly one of the most exciting high flying encounters we’ve seen in awhile and-

VROOM VROOM

Tom Hartman: What was that?

Dexter Finch: Don’t look at me! Yes I had beans for lunch, but I tend to go on the silent but deadly route.

Just then the action is interrupted as up on the stage, we see three bikers on motorcycles roll out onto the rampway revving their cycles up loudly!

Tom Hartman: Wait a minute, I recognize those bikers- Those are the Red Devils! What are they doing here on Rage?!

Meanwhile in the ring, or out of it to be exact, Yoshi follows Shaw outside the ring with a beautiful asai moonsault- but his success is short-lived as White comes running around the north side and tackles the crap out of Yoshi, prompting Kaz to tackle White back! Up on the ramp the Red Devils are smirking and laughing on their bikes as Hannah Sweets, their manager motions for them to raise hell as the three of them ride their motocycles down and around the ring! They nearly hit all of the people in the match and some of the ringside crew, but Shaw and a couple ring hands dive into the crowd for safety while Yoshi dives into the ring and Kaz and White both press against the apron and barricade respectively to barely dodge these maniacs!

The Red Devils take two laps around the ring and then park on the ramp watching as Kaz and White both approach them, clearly pissed about the fact that these guys interrupted the match. Hannah Sweets confronts them as they start arguing at her, but Hannah simply gives a devilish smirk and motions for the Devils to attack as they fly in and start battering White and Kaz with chain wrapped fists to garner a double disqualifcation!


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White and Kaz attempt to fight back, but they quickly dawn crimson masks from the chain shots as 'Freebird' Stevie Page starts to choke Kaz with the chain and 'Maverick' Jonny Lee goes to continue his beatdown on White when Yoshi suddenly comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive that harpoons Jonny straight into Hannah’s bike! Hannah is above pissed and takes a crowbar from her bike and starts to drill Yoshi in the shoulderblades with it! Jonny and Stevie take advantage of the chaos, whipping Kaz into the stairs and tying White’s arms to the turnbuckle post with one of the chains and then finally grab Yoshi and plant him with a double spinebuster on the floor!

Tom Hartman: What business do these hoodlums have interfering in this match?! This is barbaric!

The Red Devils look at the carnage when they notice Shaw gingerly crawling back over the barricade into the ringside area. They charge at Shaw, but Shaw ducks a double clothesline and then hits both the Devils with a front dropkick and then kips up to the roar of the crowd- only for them to turn to boos as Hannah Sweets comes behind Shaw and hits him in the back of the head with a crowbar! The Red Devils gang up on Shaw in a stompfest and then Hannah orders them out, but not before they take a couple ‘prizes’ for their efforts! With that, the Red Devils grab some rope from their cycles and tie Yoshi and Shaw to the back of them by the feet and then rev their engines, driving off and dragging Shaw and Yoshi across the ground all the way to the back!

Tom Hartman: I can’t believe what I’m seeing! The Red Devils are kidnapping members from two of the most successful tag teams on Rage!

Dexter Finch: This reminds me of the time a girl from my neighborhood hogtied me to her bicycle and dragged me across the neighborhood. She was kind of a jerk and so are these guys.


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We open backstage with a shot of the two monsters, Xavier Smith and Chris Evans, his manager Joey Parker standing next to him, with the vile Alex Hawke standing in the middle of the group, who seems to be getting the lion’s share of the heat from the crowd.

Alex Hawke: “The Rage Rumble was supposed to be a turning point for me, but even though I lost it, the Rage Title, well its nothing compared to the “greater prizes” at stake here. In fact-“

Suddenly, Xavier Smith’s frame looms ominously over Hawke.

Xavier Smith: “I think a bigger concern for you should be why I don’t just break your back because I can.”

Hawke, trying to keep his cool, doesn’t miss a beat.

Alex Hawke: “I have no doubt you could, Xavier, but tell me, what good would that do when I, unlike anyone in this company, can help get you what it is you want? I assure you both, continue listening to my instruction, and you will be free to reek havoc to your hearts’ content. The chaos you created by taking out some of Darius' chosen heroes a few minutes ago was a good start. As a matter of fact-“

Hawke reaches off camera, pulling a briefcase into frame, tapping the bottom of it.

Alex Hawke: “As a show of good faith, here is my Rage Tag Team Title shot. You’ve got 12 months to think about it, but I suggest choosing a time when it will cause the most chaos.”

Hawke hands the briefcase to Joey Parker, who motions to Chris Evans, as he and Xavier Smith follow Parker out, the trio looking pleased with that turn of events. Hawke rubs his hands together, looking mighty pleased.

Alex Hawke: “Ah yes, everything is going as planned.”


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MATCH 3 –
Mike Craven vs. "Marvelous" Mikey Mitchell
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“One Night Only” plays as out struts the ever smug “Marvelous” Mikey Mitchell with the Stylists and his manager Topper in tow.The Stylists make sure that Mikey is looking, “stunning” as Topper boasts about how his new protege will be the next big star after himself of course.

Dexter Finch: *cough*cough*hack*cough* oh god... what is that horrible smell?

Tom Hartman: If I didn’t know better, I think Mikey is using Sean Foster’s intensity cologne. It might explain why some of the front row seems to be scooting back a few feet.

“Pokemon 2000 // Lugia's Song // EPIC METAL VERSION" hits the speakers as the lights go dark with only the backstage area lighting up a bright green.as out steps the returning Mike Craven to a nice ovation! Craven interacts with the fans on the way to the ring while Mikey pays no heed, just taking selfies because he looks very good today... not that that explains the smell though.

Tom Hartman: For those of you who might have missed it, it was a couple weeks ago before Rage’s short off-season that both of these men participated in the St. Louis Rumble and some would say that Mikey unfairly eliminated Craven before he set foot in the match, They’ll seek to settle the score tonight, I’m sure.

Dexter Finch: Ughh... that cologn smells soooo bad! I think I’m gonna hurl.....*cough*hack*

Craven notices the smell too, motioning that Mikey smells and makes a comment about how he smells as bad as he looks to a nice pop from the crowd. Mikey naturally is insulted by this as he motions for a test of strength attempting to break it with a cheap shot kick to the gut- but Craven catches his leg and turns him inside out with a dragon screw legwhip followed into a figure four attempt, only for Mikey to wisely clamber to the ropes. Craven backs off and confidently motions for Mikey to bring it as Mikey gets up and motions for a tieup and Craven goes for it, but Mikey slips behind Craven and attempts a quick school boy pin with the tights hooked- but Craven makes him pay for it by pulling Mikey down to the mat in a labell lock!

Craven doesn’t lock it all the way in however as Mikey somehow sneaks his legs around Craven’s back and turns it into a crucifix pin, but Craven rolls through it with Mikey on his shoulders and plants Mikey with a samoan drop to cheers from the crowd!

Mikey backs into the upper right corner as Topper swings around the outside and starts whispering instructions to him. Meanwhile Craven goes back in on the attack, but Mikey droptoe holds him face first on the middle turnbuckle and starts furiously stomping at Craven until the referee backs him up, giving Topper a chance to wrap a scarf or something around Craven’s neck and choke him for a few seconds.


Tom Hartman: That dastardly...

Dexter Finch: *HUR*GRUFF*ER*ORG*....

Tom Hartman: Jeez Dex, just go home sick if you’re feeling that bad.

Dexter Finch: Okay Imma go...

Tom Hartman: Nevermind I said that, just sit down and plug your nose if it smells that bad already!

Mikey’s aggressive side is coming out now as he pulls Craven up and starts unleashing stinging chops (WOO!) and then whips Craven across to the lower right corner and Craven hits the buckle, bouncing back straight into a superkick- NO! Craven catches the leg and Mikey goes for an enzuigiri- But misses again! Craven ducks and pulls Mikey down with a la magistral craddle flowed straight into a high angle boston crab- and gets it! Mikey is screaming in pain and demanding that Topper do something as Topper orders Thaddeus to climb the apron and spray back of the referee’s head with the Intensity spray!

The referee looks sickened by the smell as he turns around and demands to know what Thad is doing as he claims that he that he needs to work on his style while behind the ref, Adrian dives into the ring with a razer and shaves off a piece of Craven’s hair! Craven releases the hold and grabs Adrian by the collar in anger as Mikey hits a front dropkick to the back, causing Craven to crash into Adrian- but it Adrian’s safety means nothing compared to sparing Mikey’s beauty. Mikey then grabs Craven with a russian legsweep and rolls Craven over into a front facelock- but what the ref doesn’t see is that Mikey is pulling on Craven’s hair to make the discomfort even worse!

Mikey holds on for a good long time and pulls the hair a little harder every time Craven tries to fight back, but eventually Craven gets to his feet as the crowd will him on and Craven throws Mikey back with a northlights suplex! Craven seeks shelter in the lower left corner as Mikey then runs at him for a spinning wheel kick- but lands right on the top turnbuckle awkwardly and rolls out to the west apron straight into a clothesline from Craven! Craven exits to the apron with Mikey as the two start trading wild chops, but eventually Mikey is the one to go for a cheap eye rake and then a clothesline attempt of his own- but Craven catches him and tiltawhirls him straight into a tombstone piledriver on the apron to a loud ovation!


Dexter Finch: (speaking in a nassely way with a clothespin on his nose) What a moob from Mike Cwaben! Is this my boice? Cool! Now I need to twy doing commentary with a balloon full ob helium!

Craven rolls Mikey back into the ring, but Topper runs around the ring and grabs him by the leg briefly before he can enter as well. Topper hides behind the Stylists as Craven warns them to stay out of this- but turns straight into a rope guillotine out of desperation by Mikey! Mikey gingerly gets to his feet, runs the ropes and dropkicks Craven’s legs out from under him, causing him to fall face first onto the apron and to the floor!

Mikey looking somehwat disheveled fixes his hair quickly and climbs to the apron, motioning for Craven to stand up as he running leaps off the apron with a spinning wheel kick- CAUGHT and dropped into a desperation backbreaker by Craven! Craven gets to his feet and sees Thad charging at him, sidestep tripping him face first into the stairs almost effortlessly and then throwing Adrian across the floor with a hip toss when he does the same!

What Craven doesn’t realize is that Mikey does the the “screw this!” motion and tries to stumble up the ramp with Topper in tow! Naturally, Craven gives chase and when Topper attempts to get in the way, Craven socks him in the face with a big right hook to a HUGE pop!


Tom Hartman: It’s about time someone put that obnoxious jerk in his place!

Mikey takes advantage however with a kick to the gut and then plants Craven flat on the ramp with a DDT! After a 7 count, Mikey successfully rolls Craven back into the ring and goes for the pin!

... One

... Two

... Thre-kickout!

Mikey can’t believe it as he throws a fit and starts mounted punching Craven and then pulls him to his feet in a piledriver-esque position, looking for the Mikey Spike (Boom Shakalaka)- but Craven trips him and locks him in the Dungeon Crawler (Sharpshooter)! Again Mikey is screaming in pain and it doesn’t take long before he taps out!


Tom Hartman: Mikey’s tapping out! This one is over- but wait! Damn it all that Topper is interfering again!

Topper is livid as he climbs onto the apron and puts on a hell of a scene for the referee to diffuse while Adrian climbs onto the apron and sprays Intensity cologne right in Craven’s eyes forcing him to break the hold as he stumbles around blinded for several seconds straight into the Mikey Spike (Boom Shakalaka)! Mikey covers!

... One

... Two

... Three!


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Dexter Finch: Oh no! Cwaben is gonna smell wike a skunk fo weeks!

Tom Hartman: Damn it all! That was Craven’s match and they know it! And no! This is even more uncalled for!

With that, Mikey calls in Topper and the Stylists who all start a gang stomp down on Craven when suddenly Acer Stone sprints down to the rescue! Acer at first starts fighting them all off, but eventually Mikey low blows him and is about to comense a beatdown on him when suddenly someone else comes flying down the ramp it’s-

Tom Hartman: TJ FUECKER! The Hellraisers are back together!

Fuecker ducks a clothesline from Mikey and then promptly Razor (super) Kicks him over the ropes and out of the ring! Fuecker cleans house by tossing the Stylists and Topper and then he helps up Craven and Acer, Fuecker and Mikey trading words as Mikey’s entourage backs up the ramp.


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We open with Freddy Morris standing next to the very smug Deacon Black, who rolls his eyes in annoyance from the capacity crowd booing him like crazy.

Freddy Morris: “Deacon Black, you competed in the St. Louis Rumble-“

Deacon Black: “That I did you four eyed little miscreant! In fact, it hasn’t been mentioned enough that I had not 1, not 2, but 11 eliminations in that rumble! Oh sure, that ungrateful little fool Charles Williams may have won the event, but had it not been for the effort and skill I displayed, the St. Louis Rumble may have ended a bit differently for him.”

Freddy Morris: “Well frankly, Deacon, a lot of people are questioning the legitimacy of some of those eliminations-“

Deacon Black: “Preposterous! Are you blind, man? Those eliminations are credible, by the great name of Deacon Black alone. In fact, I think having the most eliminations qualifies me for some kind of reward as well, perhaps a title shot of my own, hm?”

With that, Mercer Prime comes into frame to a huge ovation from the crowd. Prime just shakes his head in disbelief before giving a focused stare in Black’s direction.

Mercer Prime: “You eliminated 11 people, huh? Well guess what? I eliminated YOU! What do you have to say about that?”

Black scowls and turns to leave, before going for a cheap shot on Prime, who blocks it, the two men exchanging blows as security swarms in to try to pull them apart, as they continue rolling around on the floor, still throwing shots, nearly getting a clear advantage as we return to ringside.

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***ELSWHERE BACKSTAGE***
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We go backstage to see Meghan Cross and Cailin Dillon laughing as the talk at a table, having some sort of dinners in front of them as well as Meghan’s Rage Women’s title belt.

Meghan Cross: You’re really funny Cailin and I really like talkin’ to you hun, but I’ve got be honest with you, I’m not sure how much I can trust you considering I’m the Rage Women’s champion and all and I know that this is something you want more than anything. I hope you understand.

Cailin looks a tad bit hurt, but tries to explain.

Cailin Dillon: I can understand why you don’t trust me. I haven’t exactly been the most trustworthy person around here lately and I’ll admit that I do want that title of yours, but if I’m going to get it, I’d much rather have an honorable contest for it. After getting to know you Meghan, I can honestly say I like you.... as a person and a friend... I hope at least.

For a second the two come very close to each other, their faces homing in towards each other as if it just felt natural... but suddenly they both come to their senses with an almost awkward giggle and pull back before getting any closer.

Meghan Cross: Sorry....

Cailin Dillon: Why? You didn’t do anything wrong?

Meghan Cross: (with a smirk) Well, I should be getting back to what I was doing, I’ll talk to you later Cailin and I’ll talk to Darius to see if I can get us a match one on one at some point soon. We’ll do this the right way.

Cailin Dillon: Sounds good to me, see you later... honey.

Meghan tries to conceal her giddiness as she grabs her title and leaves while Cailin tries to do the same. Cailin’s smile fades however as a shadow looms behind her and in approaches her husband, Magnum Wolf.

Magnum Wolf: It sounds like you’re getting your match Cailin, so it’s time to stop messing around and seal the deal....

Cailin Dillon: Mike... I’m starting to have second thoughts about this. After talking with Meghan... well, I think she’s a really nice girl and I don’t want to betray her. Some things are more important than titles.

Magnum Wolf: Second thoughts? Listen to me Cailin; anyone else in that locker room would stab you in the back for just a shot at that title belt. How do you know Meghan isn’t trying to get in good with you so that you’ll be off your guard when you do eventually face off? Remember, the first rule of this business is DTA; don’t trust anyone. Now put an end to this little game already, ‘cause the Sin City Shooters have bigger fish to fry.

Wolf walks off, leaving Cailin in moral turmoil as she contemplates what she should do.


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MATCH 4 –
Anti Diva Movement/Beauty & the Beast vs. Daughters of Darkness/Divas of Doom
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We come back from commercial to already find Beauty and the Beast in the ring as Mackenzie is already acting like a total bitch and Carrie Rae silently takes it while in the center of the ring stands Ambiance, Alexis Durden and Malika Flores Chen... the Anti-Diva Movement.

Ambiance: Everyone shut the f*** up! Now it has been awhile since you Shit stains have seen me in the cesspool of a city and last time, I was the Rage Women’s Champion! But no thanks to that godzilla sized twat Venus at Reckless Endangerment, i was screwed out of MY title! And on top of that, Alexis and Malika were screwed out of their EWS Women’s Tag Titles! But don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to demand a rematch yet because their is a much bigger fat f***ing cunt fish on my plate- VENUS! I’m calling you out Shamoo! You can hide in Japan all you want but one way or another, I’m coming for you and the Anti Diva Movement will have your head mounted on a stake for what you did to us! And to the whores that are keeping our titles warm for us next to their filthy crotches, don’t get too comfy with those titles because we are coming back for them soon enough!

Ambiance drops the mic violently and exits the ring as “Daughters of Darkness” starts, ushering in the much beloved Daughters of Darkness themselves, Blaze and Gemini! “Let the Sparkz Fly” is next as out comes Sierra Starr and her new protege Skye Haynes clad in the signature Divas of Doom gear, the Legion of Doom-esque shoulder pads! The Divas of Doom meet the Daughters of Darkness and togethey they chase the other four out of the ring (though Alexis and MFC are more casual about it, indicating that they aren’t fearful) and climb each of the four turnbuckles to play to the crowd!

Tom Hartman: We have 8 terrific competitors and 4 of the best teams in all of EWS in one ring... I think we all know how this one is going to turn out.

Dexter Finch: A clusterf***?

Tom Hartman: I was thinking of a more tv appropriate term, but yes that’s the idea.

The match starts with Gemini and Carrie Rae being elected to start for their respective teams, Gemini trying to talk Carrie Rae into turning her back on Mackenzie who’s continues to beraid her the whole time from her corner. Carrie Rae looks conflicted but eventually lays Gemini out with a big lariat when Mackenzie commands her to “Hit her already you whale!” Carrie Rae clearly doesn’t like what she is doing, but she starts to throw Gemini with a belly to belly slam and then a scoop slam and goes for a big splash, but Carrie Rae carelessly takes her eyes off Gemini who dives in and tags Skye, not wanting to hurt Carrie herself as she pleads for Carrie Rae to stop listening to Mackenzie’s bullying.

Skye has a much more supportive mentor in her corner as Sierra coaches Skye while Carrie Rae is getting distracted by Mackenzie’s constant bullying. Mackenzie goes for several big lariats and dives for Skye a couple of times, but they are easily telegraphed as Skye ducks and weaves around peppering Carrie Rae with kicks and european uppercuts when she drops her guard, backing the big girl into the ropes, whipping her across the ring and going for a leapfrog- CAUGHT by Carrie Rae in a powerbomb position, but another condescending remark by Mackenzie distracts Carrie Rae long enough for Skye to hurricanrana her across the ring!

Ambiance has had enough of this and does her own completely unrelated bullying by telling the ADM to tag that beached whale out of the ring before she costs them the match, prompting Malika to tag in as she and Skye square up and proceed to start chain wrestling. Malika snaps a sideheadlock, Skye backdrops her onto her feet, Malika goes for the Suicide Girl's Special (Falling Inverted DDT), only for Skye to roll through and toss Malika with a northerlights suplex into a pin but Malika shows her flexability and core strength by doing an upward bridge and then swinging it through into an impressive spinning neckbreaker!

Alexis calls for the tag and Malika pulls her over to the lower right corner to tag Alexis in, the two hitting a double slingshot suplex as Alexis rolls onto Skye and starts mounted punching her followed by hairpull head slams and she even starts to bite Skye’s forehead before the ref breaks it up. Alexis kicks Skye in the gut while she’s down and makes sure to taunt Sierra who tries to get in the ring only to get stopped by the ref! Alexis makes a ‘CLAP’ and locks Skye in a grounded cobra clutch with bodyscissors while Malika climbs back in and hits a front dropkick to Skye’s abdomen! The ref turns around, but actually does a good bit of officiating by not recognizing the fake tag and forcing Malika back to her corner! However, it doesn’t stop all the cheating as Ambiance can be seen by the ramp pulling Gemini off the apron by the arm straight into a sick Shattered Dollhouse (codebreaker)! Blaze and Sierra jump off the apron and start confronting Ambiance who backs up around the ring and hides behind Carrie Rae Battles who Mackenzie has commanded to cut them off!


Tom Hartman: That little witch is telling Carrie Rae to guard Ambiance! How much more of this abuse can Carrie Rae take?

Dexter Finch: She’s like a big punching bag. Come to think of it, it must suck to be a punching bag... getting punches all the time. Kinda like me actually.

Carrie Rae once again is feeling very conflicted with a hint of anger surprisingly outside the ring as Blaze tries to talk sense into her while Sierra tries to force her way through, resulting in Sierra hitting a double leg takedown and then going for Ambiance only for Malika to take flight from the upper right corner and plow into Sierra with an elbow drop-looking crossbody takedown to the floor! Mackenzie climbs off the apron and starts bitching at both Carrie Rae and Blaze, but Blaze silences her for a moment by putting her lighter up to her mouth and spitting something into it that causes a fireball to shoot at Mackenzie and almost hit her in the face!

Dexter Finch: HOLY CRAP BLAZE IS BREATHING FIRE! SHE’S A DARGON!

Meanwhile in the ring, Skye is fading big time as the ref is forced to see if she is knocked out from the cobra clutch! Alexis rolls around the ring in the hold playfully, just toying with Skye, but that would be her undoing as when Skye’s hand drops for the 3rd time, the sneaky Gemini sticks her hand into the ring and gets the tag!

Alexis thinks she has one as she releases the hold, but turns around into a springboard dragonrana that catches Alexis by surprise as Gemini holds it for the pin!

... One

... Two (Alexis is struggling but can’t break out!)

... Three!


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Tom Hartman: Wow! What a surprise upset by Gemini! Alexis looks like she wants to tear her head off!

Gemini slides out of the ring and pulls Skye to safety with her while on the south outside of the ring, Mackenzie is bitching at Blaze even more and commands Carrie Rae to take her out, insulting her so much that Carrie Rae finally snaps and angrily grabs Mackenzie by the collar! Mackenzie is scared shitless and covers her face, anticipating an attack- but Carrie Rae simply shoves her to the ground and stomps off, not listening to Blaze or Gemini on the way as they try to talk to her. The Daughters of Darkness and Divas of Doom gather at the ramp looking on at ADM as they regroup in the ring and both sets of DoDs think they are fine when WHAM!

Tom Hartman: A fan has jumped out of the audience with a chair! Wait a minute, I recognize that face, that's Cadence Rose!

Dexter Finch: Isn't she Ambiance's cousin or sister or something?

Cadence start wailing on Sierra, Skye, Blaze and Gemini with a chair and having been caught off guard from behind, Cadence gets the jump on all four in their semi-weakened state! Eventually Alexis and Malika grab chairs and help her as Sierra especially tries to lurch at her, but they put her down with several chair shots to the back. With that Ambiance slides out of the ring and joins them at the foot of the stage.

Ambiance: I almost forgot to tell you, this is Cadence Rose... the newest member of the Anti Diva Movement!

Cadence shows a bit of attitude as she throws the chair down and Ambiance walks her faction past the broken and battered bodies flipping them the bird on the way out.


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We cut to somewhere in the back in the middle of a wide open concrete hall with tons of stage equipment and transport vehicles hanging around. We find the newly arrived Red Devils sitting around a barrel fire, drinking beer and playing cards near their motorcycles while Hannah Sweets takes a sultry stride up to their hostages, a beaten and bloody Yoshihiro Fujiwara and Randy Shaw, bound and gagged on a couple of chairs.

Hannah Sweets: Well, well, well boys. Look what we have here; a couple of guys who think they’re champions. Hahahahaha, pathetic. The only reason you are tag team champions is because we weren’t here, but if this what the competition looks like here on Rage, we aren’t gonna have a problem taking those tag team titles away from them, isn’t that right boys?

Stevie Paige: Hell yeah!

Jonny Lee: Now why don’t you walk those fine legs over here Hannah and sit next to ol’ Jonny. Hehe.

Hannah kicks Shaw’s chair over and shoves Yoshi’s over too before moving back towards the Red Devils, but when she turns around there is a burst of commotion as Jason White and Kaz Hashimoto burst forth out of nowhere and start fighting with the Red Devils to save their beaten and kidnapped friends! The ensuing chaos gets nasty real fast as the fire barrel actually gets knocked over and Stevie Paige gets shoved into the camera man as the camera goes flying and the feed cuts to elsewhere.


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***ELSEWHERE BACKSTAGE***
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We go backstage to see Aeolus Wrath already hastling Freddy Morris, having taken the microphone, holding it over his head like a school yard bully.

Aeolus Wrath: You want this Freddy? Go fetch!

Wrath tosses the mic as Freddy goes chasing after it and Wrath snickers, pulling another microphone from his windbreaker.

Aeolus Wrath: That’ll get that moron out of my face. Anyways, here I am. On St. Louis Rage.... the ‘B’ show of EWS. I came here not of my own free will, but because I was drafted here a couple months ago and it shouldn’t have taken me a month tops to become the champion of this mediocre brand, but guess what I didn’t. And do you know why that is? It’s not because of me, it’s because chimpanzees could book a better show than that asshole Darius Jackson! If he knew what was good for Rage, he would have put me in a Rage title match on my first night here, but did he? Let me answer that one for all of you dunces out there; NO he didn’t! In fact, when I thought his judgement couldn’t get any worse, what does he do? He signs that overrated old geezer the Notch to Rage to steal my thunder!

Wrath swipes his hair back, but then comes back the camera even angrier than before.

Aeolus Wrath: They call you a legend and a future hall of famer Notch, but what the hell have you ever done to earn the status of a legend? I was a 400 day Fury champion for christ’s sake and I would be again if you didn’t screw me out of the St. Louis Rumble! You forget who I am Notch; I am the guy who ended Van Wyld’s career, the guy who ended Steve Corman’s career! All you’ve done since you got here is waste space and hog the spotlight that deserves to go to my generation... better yet, it deserves to go to ME! Ending the careers of old hacks who don’t have common courtesy to retire is what I do Notch and if you know what’s good for your health, you’ll take those chair shots to the skull that I gave you at Gateway V, tuck your tail between your legs and run! Because if you don’t, that is the least of what I’m going to do to you....

Wrath pulls his hood over his head and walks off, oozing pent up aggression.


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Out walks the returning Vincent Thorn to a big ovation from the crowd! Thorn interacts with them on the way down and then gets in the ring with a mic.

Vincent Thorn: St. Louis, did you miss me? (the crowd pops and Thorn smiles) I bet you guys are all wondering what happening at the St. Louis Rumble a few weeks ago. Why did Vincent Thorn make his surprising return and why did he attack Marcus Orion? Well it’s story time folks.

Once upon a time, there was a little group known as the Orion Dynasty back in a federation called Empire Pro Wrestling. Marcus Orion and his pal Scotty Arniel recruited a couple hard hitting henchmen including myself and Hayden McClane- an ugly lot if I do say so, except for yours truly of course- and for a long while, we were taking EPW by storm. But after awhile, Orion started to show fear, fear that I wasn’t blindly loyal to him. He didn’t like how I wasn’t willing to follow him blindly and towards the end of EPW, things got real sour between us when he attempted to replace me. Now eventually he realized that I was still more valuable, but once EPW went belly up we went our separate directions anyways.... that was until we both ended up here in Excelsior Wrestling Society.

Now as many of you know, I was out for several months after being hit by a truck in the Rage parking lot. Almost no one knew who the driver was, but you’d have to be blind to not see that Orion was behind it, once again fearing that I was stealing his spotlight... but I knew that driver.... in fact, he was someone I had met sometime ago. His name.... was Jack Tombstone. What better way to cover Orion’s tracks than by hiring a mercenary to do it for him? A couple months afterwards while I was recovering, and for the right price, he was willing to divulge his employers name; Marcus Orion.

That was the final piece I needed, but since I still wasn’t physically capable of coming back at the time, I decided to send Orion a little present. I hired Jack Tombstone myself and ordered him to make Orion’s life a living hell til I could return and here we are now. Orion! I know you’re listening! I haven’t forgotten all the times you’ve tried to stop me from stealing your thunder, so get out here so we can finish this once and for all!

The crowd pops as Thorn is looking for a fight! After several long seconds, Orion appears.... on the jumbo tron! He addresses Thorn from a far as the crowd boos his cowardice!

Marcus Orion: Vinnie T.... you give yourself way too much credit. You’re right, I did hire Jack Tombstone to run you down, but you got it all wrong; I didn’t fear that you were “stealing my thunder” cause Orion’s thunder cannot be stolen! On the contrary, I was embarrassed that a failure like you was still running around in my new home of Excelsior Wrestling Society. You were never any threat to me Thorn. What you were is the most disposable member of the Orion Dynasty.

After I graciously invited you into my Dynasty, I quickly realized that you were just a generic peon like just about everyone else on the roster. You didn’t truly have the seal of greatness that a true member of the Orion Dynasty would have been worthy of! As for this thing between you and me.... there is no thing between us. I have nothing to prove to you or any of these people who already know that I am the sole reason to watch EWS! You were a pawn in my game and nothing more.... but if it’s a fight you are looking for...

Suddenly Thorn whips around and gets speared straight to the mat by Hayden McClane who came out of the crowd! McClane starts laying into Thorn with vicious strikes when suddenly the Notch comes flying out from the back and attacks McClane! Soon after, Aeolus Wrath comes out and goes to attack Notch, but Notch side steps him and sends him sailing over the ropes as McClane rolls to the outside of the ring to recover!

That’s when “Cochise” hits and out walks Darius Jackson, still looking fed up!

Darius Jackson: ENOUGH! If you guys want to fight, then FINE! Someone get a referee down here to officiate this thing! And if you guys ever try to pull this crap again, I’ll personally come down there and kick your asses myself! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find out where the hell those CCW sonsabitches to Benedict....Ring the damn bell!

MATCH 5 –
The Notch/Vincent Thorn vs. Hayden McClane/Aeolus Wrath
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Thorn and Notch nod to each other as a sign of respect and with that, Thorn dares McClane to get his ass back in the ring! McClane cracks his neck and without considering Wrath, who could care less anyways, McClane slides back into the ring and gets into a fist fight with Thorn!

Both rock each other back and forth, but McClane is still the heavier striker and manages to stagger Thorn back into the upper right corner followed by stomps and his Combo Assault, starting with a right forearm, a left forearm, right handed knife edge chop, a left handed knife edge chop, a right handed euro uppercut, a left handed euro uppercut. Hayden then backs off and then charges in hitting a sick looking step up knee to his opponents face (ala CM Punk). Hayden then hops down as Thorn staggers out and goes for a big time shining wizard- but Thorn turns it into a spinebuster with mounted punches! Thorn’s anger gets the better of him as McClane quickly snaps in a triangle choke and starts choking the life out of Thorn, but Thorn is running on pure anger as he eventually muscles McClane up and drops him with a kneeling powerbomb- but McClane doesn’t let go! Thorn does it again, but stumbles backwards into the north ropes as the Notch gives Thorn the push he needs (effectively tagging in) as Thorn drops McClane again- but McClane still has the choke locked despite the ref calling for the break for a number of reasons. It is only when the Notch gets into the ring and hits a shortened West Sider legdrop that McClane finally breaks.


Tom Hartman: As much as I admire Vincent Thorn’s quest to get even with Orion for calling the hit on him several months ago, he has one hell of a roadblock in the form of Hayden McClane who almost knocked him unconscious in the opening minutes of this match.

Dexter Finch: Notch better get out of dodge cause he’s got a bullseye on his back.... actually, why do people call a target a bull’s eye? It looks nothing like a bull’s eye!

The Notch gets the drop on McClane by backing him into the upper left corner with chops (Woo!) and kicks and then goes for a ten punches count, only for McClane to run him to the center of the ring in a powerbomb position at 9 and the Notch counters out of that into a sunset flip pin for a quick 2 count. Notch goes to pursue the attack when McClane suddenly reaches up from one knee and goozles his throat with an angered look, but Notch chops his arm out and plants McClane with a DDT and runs the ropes for something when Wrath suddenly darts into the ring and body checks him through the ropes!

Wrath clearly couldn’t care about the rules as he follows Notch out to the north floor and start beating him into the ground while McClane looks to get out of the ring and get back involved- but Thorn cuts him off with a running big boot on the apron to McClane’s head as he tries to climb out of the ring! Thorn climbs into the ring and starts fighting with McClane as the ref is losing control of this one fast!

Outside the ring, Wrath whips Notch into the barricade and starts beating him down then grabs him by the face and slaps the taste out of his mouth! Wrath then front suplexes Notch gut first onto the barricade and sets him up for a modified Like Father, Like Son (top rope Pedigree) with the intention of driving Notch face first into the ground- but Notch reverses it by northernlights suplexing him back into the audience section!


Tom Hartman: Thank goodness Wrath was not able to complete that heinous move! The Notch is the legal man though, so how are they going to get back in the ring on time?

Dexter Finch: You could say the same for Thorn who isn’t the legal man, but the ref is too chicken to get him out of there. Can’t blame him though, I would brown my pants if I was in the ring with those guys. I just might anyways at this rate... out of excitement though, not out of fear.

Notch and Wrath go fighting deep into the crowd while in the ring, Thorn is actually succeeding in knocking McClane loopy with a double underhook backbreaker followed by a shining wizard and then a springboard HBK elbowdrop! Thorn is running with pure intensity as he stalks McClane for the VTS (jumping cutter) but McClane shoves him away when he goes for it and hits a MASSIVE throwdown spinebuster! McClane shakes out the cobwebs and starts talking smack to his old Dynasty mate, Vinnie T and then pulls him in for the 15 Seconds of Hell (Repeated knees from a clinch, into a double butterfly lift, into a code breaker), but when McClane goes for the codebreaker portion, Vinnie T somehow breaks out in mid air and turns it into an AMAZING VTS (jumping cutter)! Thorn crawls in for the cover on his old “pal”, but the referee informs him that he isn’t the legal man!

Speaking of the legal man, the Notch and Wrath are beating the holy hell out of each other in the audience and find their way to the stage after battering each other off the stairs, walls and railings as Notch takes advantage and clotheslines Wrath over the barricade into the stage pit! Notch climbs up onto the barricade and jumps off for a double ax handle, but gets a roundhouse kick to the gut on the way down! the two continue to batter each other in the stage pit for a bit while in the ring, Thorn comes to and stalks McClane for another VTS (jumping cutter) when suddenly, who should jump up onto the apron but...


Dexter Finch: Marcus Orion! How did he get here so fast from the tv? He must be able to teleport like a wizard or something.

Thorn immediately goes to take a swing at Orion, but Orion jumps down, which allows McClane to come from behind and launch Thorn with a HUGE throwing german suplex right onto the back of his head! McClane then goes suplex crazy with an exploder, a couple of chain gut wrench suplexes and finally a fisherman’s suplex, leaving Thorn in a heap! Orion gives the thumbs down motion, indicating for McClane to finish Thorn with The Celtic Clutch
(Dragon Clutch Kimura Lock)- but Thorn launches back with a desperation low blow as the referee finally decides to throw this match out!


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Tom Hartman: It is very unlike Thorn to use a lowblow but he clearly has his priorities and-

Dexter Finch: -Hit the deck!

Thorn dives out of the ring with a suicide dive straight into Orion and then whips him over the commentary table as he climbs up on top of it and starts clawing at Orion! Orion gets a thumb to the eyes and manages to crawl away as McClane gets outside the ring and runs at Thorn, bodychecking him off the table into the barricade behind the commentary tables and totally flatenning it!

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Meanwhile, Notch and Wrath have worked their way onto the stage with both of them teetering each other at the edge of the stage with chops when Wrath launches a roundhouse kick with the intent of knocking Notch back into the pit, but Notch ducks and kicks him in the gut, setting him up for The N Factor (Standing suplex into X-Factor facebuster) on the stage- but Wrath wobbles around as much as he can, causing the Notch to teeter so much that he falls off the stage backwards into an electrical box as the lights in the arena start flickering out as the crackling of electricity is buzzing around dangerously!

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Medics rush to the aid of both of them as back near the commentary tables, McClane drags Thorn back into the ring with a chair and starts slapping it on the ground, urging him to get up and then swinging for the fences- but Thorn jumps up and drops him with another VTS (jumping cutter)! Orion tries to sneak in the ring behind Thorn, but Thorn turns around and shoots him a glare! They both freeze their for a long moment as Thorn grabs the chair and goes to nail Orion with it, but Orion ducks out of the ring at the last moment! Thorn then calls for a microphone!

Vincent Thorn: It’s time we settle this Orion! You and me, Battle Born! And to make things more interesting, let’s make it a street fight! You can send McClane after me, hire a new thug, try to hit me with a car again, whatever you want... but at the end of the night, I guarantee I will make you pay for what you have done to the Thorn Dynasty!

Orion backs up the ramp as he is saying this and Thorn sees McClane stagger to his feet and decides to make an example out of his by bashing him in the face with the chair and setting him up for a piledriver too, laying the neigh unstoppable McClane out! Thorn indicates that Orion is going to pay as Orion tries to look confident, but worry is shining through still.


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Backstage a commotion appears to be brewing as Alexis Durden and Malika Flores Chen have seemingly jumped Gemini from behind, leading Blaze to start fighting them as they double team her too. Sierra Starr and Skye Haynes come in to their aid and start fighting with ADM as security tries to break them all up until...

Darius Jackson: ENOUGH!

Eventually everyone stops fighting, being held back by security as an enraged Darius Jackson steps into the center of it all and looks like he is about to absolutely snap!

Darius Jackson: Why is it so hard for everyone to get the mother f***in' idea that there is a time and a place for fighting and it is when I book your sorry asses in a match?! If all you want to fight so bad, you've got it. At the next show, all three of your teams will compete in a match for a future EWS Women's Tag Title shot and it will be a TLC match! Now if you'll excuse me...

Mackenzie Reigns: What about me?!

Mackenzie steps into the scene, bitching as always and Darius looks like he's ready to slap a bitch!

Darius Jackson: What about you?

Mackenzie Reigns: Where is my tag team title shot? I am far more deserving of it then any of these fashion challenging bitches so give it to me now!

Jackson looks incredibly disrespected as he gets right in Mackenzie's face and shouts,

Darius Jackson: WHO IN HTE F***ING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? Especially after you treat poor Carrie Rae as bad as you do. I have half a mind to kick your ass out on the street with a harassment lawsuit! But fine, you want your shot? You've got it- IF you can convince Carrie Rae to team with you again! If not, you best start looking for work elsewhere, 'cause you won't get another title shot until you get a personality makeover for your bitching ass! Now everyone, get the hell out-

Staff Guy #1: Sir! I've got news about the Benedict kidnapping... psst psst psst....

Darius Jackson: ...what?.... They're in the building?! Someone get security on those CCW motherf***as, I will have their heads for this!

With that, Darius storms off as the ladies slowly back off in different directions.



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MAIN EVENT –
Slamsley McBody vs. Josh Hominick
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Before the match can start, Charles Williams comes down to the ring with his Rage title shot briefcase and takes a seat at commentary, claiming that he is here to make sure Slamsley remembers who beat him for that title shot.

“Back in the Saddle picks up over the speakers as spotlights hover around the arena, finding Slamsley McBody sitting with the crowd! He raises his High Octane contract briefcase into the air and makes his way down to the ring while “Fire it Up” starts over the speakers and out comes one pissed off Josh Hominick!

Slams shoots Williams a look as Williams stands up, holding his briefcase and taunting him with it when Hominick takes advantage by running spear slamming Slams into the upper left corner with some shoulder thrusts as this contest is under way!


Charles Williams: Enjoy your High Octane title contract Slamsley. I’ve been there and done that. You’re looking at the next Rage champion!

Tom Hartman: Williams, if I might ask-

Charles Williams: - you may not.

Dexter Finch: HA! what a shutdown!

Hominick biel throws Slams to the center of the ring as we can see footage of Magnum Wolf watching this on a video monitor backstage. Hominick meanwhile runs the rope and runs over Slams as Slams then leapfrogs him and waits for a big back body drop, but Hominick stops and waits for him to stand up right and goes for a Starstruck 3-point stance spear but Slams tries to pick him up in a powerbomb position mid run which results in him stumbling back with a ton of momentum as the two spill over the top rope to the floor on the north side in a messy heap!

The two hard hitting big dudes waste no time going back after each other as Hominick attempts a Toothless bicycle kick to the kneeling slams, but Slams ducks as Hominick kicks the stairs clear across the floor! Hominick then turns around right into a fireman’s carry as Slams does a fireman’s carry roll that slams Hominick’s back off the bottom half of the stairs! Slams slaps hands with a couple fans at ringside and then goes back after Hominick who catches him and slams Slams off the bottom stairs with an AA spinebuster!


Charles Williams: HA! Slamsley is proving nothing by pandering to the audience except how easily distracted he is. THIS is exactly why he didn’t win the St. Louis Rumble! His carelessness cost him a chance of a lifetime, one that I don’t think the McBody clan will ever have again.

Dexter Finch: I can’t believe I’m saying this, Charly has a point, aint that right gov’na?

Tom Hartman: Unfortunately I can’t disagree that Slamsley failed to notice that Williams hadn’t been eliminated in the rumble, which brings me to what I was trying to say earlier; there are those out there that question whether or not you deserved to win the rumble seeing as how you were nearly eliminated twice. What have you got to say in response?

Charles Williams: First of all, DON’T CALL ME CHARLY! Second, who is claiming that I didn’t deserve this? Any other man with a brain would have taken any opportunity they had and I just did that. Don’t blame me for winning the way any hungry future champion would.

Hominick continues to do damage on the outside as he running front powerslams Slams into the barricade and slumps him there upside down on the floor, turning and coming back full force with a knee to the gut! Meanwhile, the ref’s count is well under way:

4, 5 - Hominick pulls Slams over to the ramp and attempts to vertical suplex him back first on it, but Slams slips out the backdoor and lifts Hominick for a back suplex that bounces Hominick’s head off the steel!

6, 7 - Slams goes whip Hominick back into the ring, but Hominick shoves him into the lower left turnbuckle post instead! Hominick rolls back into the ring as Slams recovers

8, 9 - Slams is up and gingerly making his way back to the ring when Hominick goes for a MASSIVE suicide headbutt straight to the sternum!


Dexter Finch: Look out! Flying Juggernaut!

Hominick is really controlling the pace of this match as he rolls Slams into the ring, but leaves his head hanging off the apron. Hominick gets on the apron and goes for a big apron legdrop- but nails nothing but apron! Hominick holds his behind and gets to his feet as Slams grabs him in a front suplex position, planting Hominick back in the ring with a very nice falcon’s arrow as he cradles the leg for the pin!

... One

... Tw-kickout because the pin was too loose!

Slams gets Hominick to his feet, but Hominick suddenly launches forward with a facial claw, going for the Pain Killer (iron claw chokeslam), but Slams breaks out of it and locks Hominick’s waist, throwing him backwards with a german suplex and another and another! Slams is starting to get on a roll as the crowd is firmly backing him, picking him up and planting Hominick face first on the upper right buckle with a snake eyes and then running the ropes full speed at Hominick- but Hominick catches him and backdrop drops him crotch first on the top east rope! Groans of cringing fans can be heard and even more so when Hominick runs the ropes at full speed and almost turns Slams inside out with a burning lariat that knocks him off the ropes in a heap right in front of Charles Williams!


Charles Williams: This is exactly what I’m talking about! Every time this fool gets an opportunity, he flounders! You hear that McBody? A champion doesn’t choke under the pressure!

Dexter Finch: Something tells me you don’t like him very much.

Hominick waits for Slams to get to his feet and runs the ropes for another thunderous Flying Juggernaut (suicide headbutt/forearm)- RIGHT ONTO SLAMSLEY’S SHOULDERS! The crowd pops huge for that epic catch as Slams looks dead at Williams and drops Hominick with a meaty samoan drop on the floor! With that Williams gets right in McBody’s face as Williams drops his headset and the two start to argue! Things are getting really heated as Hominick slowly recovers behind Slams and eventually goes for his Starstruck spear, but Slams has it scouted and sidesteps- guiding the bulldozing Hominick straight into Williams!

Dexter Finch: HOLY CRAP! He snapped Williams like a smarmy British faggot!

Tom Hartman: DEX!!!

Dexter Finch: What? He looked like a bundle of twigs snapping in half, so sue me! Don’t really though. My mom wouldn’t like that very much.

Hominick realizes his mistake and turns around into Slams who plants him with a DDT! Slams then has the task of lifting Hominick’s deadweight back into the ring, going for another pin!

... One

... Two

... Thr-NO! Hominick still gets the shoulder up!

Slams is starting to wonder what it’ll take to finish Hominick and decides it is time for the The Hat Trick (Suplex with his left arm, switch over to a Suplex with his right arm and followed up with a Sit-Out Powerbomb)! Slams successfully executes the first and second suplexes, but when he goes for the powerbomb, he is clearly having trouble getting Hominick all the way up! Slams eventually manages to get Hominick high enough into the air but Hominick manages to use that momentum to fall on top of Slams with a makeshift seaten senton! Hominick wastes no time hitting the Toothless bicycle kick that slams into Slams’ jaw HARD and knocks him into a heap! For added salt in the wound, Hominick picks Slams up into a bearhug and ragdolls him for several long seconds before dropping him with The Straitjacket (Bear hug into an overhead belly-to-belly brainbuster) that lays Slams out flat! Hominick goes for the pin!

... One

... Two

... Three .......

NO! Williams pulls the referee out of the ring at the last second and clotheslines him!


Tom Hartman: Williams has laid out the referee! What is it Dex? .... They turned off your mic because of your completely insensitive comment! ..... Yeah I know it is a bundle of sticks, but you know someone is bound to take that the wrong way!

Williams naturally gets in the ring, looking absolutely pissed as he waits for Hominick to get up and BLASTS him with a High Class Strike (superman punch) , stumbling Hominick back into the ropes, knocked loopy! Williams goes for it again- BUT GETS CAUGHT by Hominick! Hominick gives him a deathstare of crazy proportions as he grips him by the throat and two handed choke tosses Williams out to the floor! Hominick is about to pursue when Slamsley, having not scene what just transpired, grabs Hominick and throws him with a beautifully exectued t-bone suplex! Slams falls exhausted over Hominick as the ref recovers long enough to make the count!

... One

... Two

... Three -shoulder up, but a smidgen too late!


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Magnum Wolf can be seen snickering watching a tv backstage as Slamsley slowly recovers and stares out at Charles Williams who arrogantly spouts, “You’re welcome!” and walks off, Hominick rolling to his stomach and looking on with a look of pure rage!

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We cut backstage to see Amir El Hashim and BEAST MODE making their way towards the stage with Benedict Iscariot screaming, though Borislav silences that quickly. We can once again see a trail of beaten security guards in their wake as they make their way towards the stage (and a sharp eye can spy Xavier Smith and Chris Evans walking away in the background) with Amir simply daring Darius:

Amir El Hashim: Jackson! Now is your one and only chance! Meet us in the ring and sign over rEvolution to the Board of Directors, or we DESTROY the 2nd biggest stockholder for Rage! The choice is yours!

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We come back from break to find the Championship Caliber Wrestlers coming down the aisle to the ring- only to be greeted by another wall of security guards! With that Amir commands Beast Mode to set Benedict down and attack and it doesn’t take long for them to dismantle the 8 or so security guards unfortunate enough to be in their path!

Dexter Finch: Well... I guess Rage has really crappy security.

Tom Hartman: They didn’t even break a sweat dismantling them! I don’t like Mr. Iscariot, but not even he deserves to be ransomed like this!

CCW enters the ring to a loud a violent boo-fest as Amir takes the mic and addresses Jackson.

Amir El Hashim: Times up Jackson! The Board of Directors is pissed that BJ Jones signed over ownership of rEvolution to you and they want it back! Look around you Jackson! Your security has been broken! Your favorite friends on the roster are either out of the building or being carried off on stretchers. Even you champion isn’t here! As you can see, you don’t have a leg to stand on, so if you want to talk business get out here right now! Otherwise...

Amir motions to Beast Mode who position Benedict, covered in the black bag on his knees and grab two chairs, readying to con-chair-to him when....

Darius Jackson: WAIT! HOLD ON ONE MOTHER F***ING MINUTE!

Jackson comes out and down the ramp, clearly pissed about this whole ordeal and after seeing the threats, Jackson hangs his head in shame...

Darius Jackson: Alright... you win. I’m sorry BJ.... but I have to do this for Benedict’s safety....

The crowd boos heavily as Darius cautiously enters the ring and goes face to face with Amir who hands him the contract to pass ownership of rEvolution and Darius stares daggers at Amir before reluctantly signing it!

Darius Jackson: There! Are you happy motherf***er? I held up my end of the bargain, so let Benedict go, RIGHT NOW!

Amir El Hashim: Hehehe... as you wish!

With that, Beast Mode suddenly rushes Darius and starts beating him to the ground! Darius tries to fight back both of them and starts to succeed when Amir grabs one of the chairs and smashes it against his head! All three triple team stomp on Darius and then hold him up on spaghetti legs as Benedict Iscariot starts to rise! He takes the bag off his head, still not showing his face to the camera, but it is clear that he is laughing!

Tom Hartman: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!

With that... Benedict pulls something from his pocket... a black mask with a black star on it!

Tom Hartman: IT CAN’T BE!!!

Benedict puts on the mask and turns around to reveal his true identity.... he is...

Dexter Finch: ALEX HAWKE! HOLY **********************!!!!!

Darius’ eyes go WIDE as Alex Hawke continues to laugh maniacly! Amir hands him his microphone as the crowd is in an UPROAR and the two shake hands!

Alex Hawke: Nice doing business with you. As for you Jackson, your reaction couldn’t have been more priceless! HAHAHAHA! Benedict Iscariot? You should have never trusted a man like him a man like ME! But this is only the beginning Jackson.... you signing over rEvolution is the first step because as you will soon see, Alex Hawke will conquer EWS! HAHAHAHA!

With that, CCW shoves Darius towards Hawke, who snaps him face first into a chair with a wicked double underhook DDT! The show fades to close with Alex Hawke standing over the fallen frame of Darius Jackson....

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Thank you for everything you've done Ricky
Hope your future is filled with good fortune




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