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Friday Night Rage #5; 09.13.13
Topic Started: Sep 13 2013, 12:47 AM (212 Views)
Ricky
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Posted ImageLive from the Excelsior Hotel and Casino. Las Vegas, Nevada.
Friday, September 13th 2013

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The show opened with fireworks, smoke and a light display set to the tune of ‘Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne. The crowd cheered as cameras panned the arena, picking up several of the more memorable signs on display:

"#WheresUnico?!"

*Followed by a sign right beside it*

"#WhoCares?!"

“LUV GOT SCREWED"

“Fruit Rollups for All!“


The show begins by the cameras swinging to ringside to show Tom and Dexter.

Tom Hartman: Hello everyone and welcome to another action packed night of Friday Night RAGE! I am Tom Hartman and alongside me, the always Electric, Dexter Finch!

Dexter Finch: That’s E-Lectric Tommy, Eeeeee-Lectric!!

Tom Hartman: Well partner, it looks like we have a great line up in front of us tonight, and we’re kicking it off with a debut of sorts, as Ember Garfield has been waiting in the wings to get her chance to shine in EWS. She’s a former TCW Champion, and is primed to make her mark here in Excelsior!

Dexter Finch: She’s certainly a looker Tom.

Tom Hartman: Certainly is Dex. But tonight will be no easy cake walk, because she’s drawn the ever dangerous Mantis! Now we haven’t seen much of Mantis in the past few weeks, but she was instrumental in the development of the Goddess Division here. This should be a good one!


MATCH 1 – ONE ON ONE
Ember v. Mantis
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Mantis entered to her How “To Make A Monster” (Kittie Remix) - Rob Zombie. She had no interest in the fan other than to ensure they did not touch her, so they showered her with boos. But those boos quickly turned to cheers as "Numba 1 (Tide Is High)" - Kardinal Offishall played, and Ember came out striking her pose and lifting a fist into the air, with a smile on her face.She made her way to the ring slapping hands then raises her head back up and did a hairflip and gave the fans a wink and blows a kiss. But Ember was suddenly flattened from behind with a cross check from Mantis. Grabbing Ember by the hair, Mantis threw the former TCW Champion back into the corner and began throwing rope assisted side kicks into the mid section of Ember. The referee Harvey Clayton warned Mantis, who just hissed at him, yanking Ember out of the corner by the hair and exploding Hairpull knees to face! Then whipped her out of the corner with a Snapmare onto a bent knee and followed that with a spine kick; flattening Ember’s shoulder, Mantis only got a one count before the Flawless Lass kicked out. Mantis dragged Ember up by the hair again and turned her out with an Arm wringer, going for a clothesline… which Ember ducked and leapt up trapping Mantis’ far arm with her leg and dragged her down into a…

Tom Hartman: Crucifix Roll up! She might get her…

…but Mantis kicked out at two, sprang to her feet and blasted Ember with a Cross chop throat thrust! Staying on the theme of throat targeting, Mantis stayed on her with a Boot choke with Ember's throat on bottom rope. Harvey Clayton again warned Mantis threatening to DQ her. She turned her attention to the referee to flash her hand in his face, and allowed Ember to side roll and hoof Mantis HARD in the gut.

Dexter Finch: That’s gonna leave a mark, eh Tom?

Tom Hartman: Indeed Dex, indeed!

Mantis stumbled back, but tried to shoot forward with a clothesline that Ember Matrix-Ducked, sending Mantis chest first into the corner, and as she stumbled back out, Ember exploded a snapping kick to her spine! Mantis’ arms spread wide and her mouth dropped open from stunned stinging pain!

Tom Hartman: Good lord they had to hear that in the cheap seats!

Dexter Finch: Way up there? He-he, they look like ants…

Ember whipped Mantis into the ropes, getting a pop from the crowd as she nailed her Butt bump to Mantis' face! Pulling Mantis up, Ember pushed Mantis back into the ropes with stinging chops and then hit an Arm drag takedown into a modified reverse rolling prawn hold! Mantis struggled for several seconds, before managing to loop her foot over the bottom rope. Ember went for the crowd favorite airplane spin, spinning Mantis around and around and around before setting Mantis down on unsteady feet, as both ladies stumbled around.

Tom Hartman: Oooh, like a headbutt, nobody wins with an airplane spin!

Dexter Finch: that was fun.

Ember finally snaps on a side headlock and NAILS a Headlock driver for another long two! Undeterred, Ember gets into position to unload the Burning Bridges (Roundhouse Kick)! But as Mantis made her feet, she managed to catch her foot, sweep her legs and nail a catapult sending Ember crashing into the corner chest first and stumbling back out into Mantis’ Gutwrench backbreaker!!! The crowd oohhh’ed as did the announcers, everyone thinking it was over as mantis’ decided to go to the top rather than cover. She motioned for Ember to rise and went for a Dragonranna… which Ember caught her on her shoulders, and blocked the ranna, muscling Mantis’ back up and nailing a running corner powerbomb!!! Mantis’ stumbled out and Ember caught her in a rolling single leg crab… which she transitioned into the 50 Shades of Flawless (Cloverleaf with a knee in the opponent's back) to which Mantis quickly tapped!

Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner by submission… EMBER GARFIELD!!

Ember celebrated the win with the fans and told the camera that it’s only a matter of time, making the sign for the title around her waist.


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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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We cut backstage, where Freddy Morris is standing next to the beautiful Ember Garfield, who seems quite satisfied with herself after her latest accomplishment.

Morris: “Ember, congratulations on your win tonight, certainly it must feel good for you to be back in that ring again, doesn’t it?”

Ember: “Most definitely, Freddy. Now that the chaos around me has died down some, I get to focus on what I love, competing in that ring, and-“

From behind, Ember is attacked with some solid shots, followed by some kicks. We see a woman clad in what appears to be medieval clothing of some sort, trying to choke Ember out as officials pull her off the talented young woman. Before she is pulled away, she glares down at Ember.

“Vasuki bows to no one, Ember Garfield.”


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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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Back from commercial, we went backstage to find Freddy Morris standing next to Vincent Thorn, who was smiling big despite the bandage shaped like the British flag clearly spread across his forehead.

Freddy Morris: My guest joining me here to tonight is none other than “England's Elite”, he is Vincent Thorn! Welcome Vince!

Vincent Thorn: I'm much obliged Freddy.

Freddy Morris: So Vince, as many of us saw, you put up a great showing in the incredibly violent First Blood match at Snake Eyes this past weekend. But as you know better than anyone (motioning to the bandage on his head), the ending of your match was very controversial in the fact that the audience clearly saw the Preacher bleeding first, but the referee caught you bleeding instead. Care to share your thoughts on what went down?

Vincent Thorn: Well Freddy, as you can imagine I wasn't thrilled in the slightest with the conclusion to that match, nor have I been completely satisfied with my lack of focus in recent times when it comes to my career in general. That said, I do believe that this match was the wake up call I needed; the moment to tell me I need to step up my game and return to the form that my fans expect of me. Even though I may have lost unfairly, I will acknowledge that it was my fault for growing careless. I shant be making that mistake again, I assure you.

Now as far as the Preacher is concerned, he may have gotten my blood like he wanted and the win, but he proved nothing by beating me in such a matter. Perhaps he wanted that first blood match because he knows somewhere deep down that in any other match, I would have come out victorious. The only reason he even got the win on paper this time was because of an oversight on the part of the referee. But mark my words, when next we meet I intend to prove damn well who the better wrestler truly is! I hope you're listening Preacher. I don't care when or where it is, we will meet in the ring again and next time, you won't be so lucky mate!


???: There wouldn't need to be a next time if you had simply beat him in the first place.

Thorn and Freddy whipped around to find Justin Cabrera accompanied by his posse fallowing close behind.

Vincent Thorn: Excuse me?

Justin Cabrera: You heard me! I've been hearing about some guy in the locker room named Vincent Thorn who is supposed to be one of the best technical wrestlers working on the Rage brand right now. They've been saying that you are the next guy looking to rise the ranks and I thought to myself that maybe I should come and see for myself! And quite frankly, you don't impress me one damn bit. If you really deserved to win your match at Snake Eyes and deserve to be the next guy to rise to the top, you would have made damn sure that you knocked your opponent's lights out, but you didn't and you lost because of it!

Vincent Thorn: Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't believe I'm the only one standing in this picture that lost their match at Snake Eyes!

Justin Cabrera: That was different! Those guys kept me out of the decision because they know that I rightfully deserved to win that Jr. Heavyweight belt and if they meet me in the ring again, BAM! (punching his palm with a loud “SMACK” right in the face of Thorn) It'll be lights out for them too!

Vincent Thorn: Different, huh? Whatever you say mate. Now as I understand, we are both set to compete in a tag team matches shortly. If YOU think you deserve that title, how about you prove it out there instead of running your hypocritical little mouth?

Justin Cabrera: Have it your way. At first I was eager to face you because I thought you might be a worthy challenge, but now the only reason I want to face you is to prove that you aren't even in my league and that if anyone deserves to rise the ranks, it's me! See you ought there. . . .


Thorn and Cabrera maintained a staredown as Cabrera slowly walked off, both of them looking displeased with the other before going to ready for their match.


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***FADE TO THE RING***
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Tom Hartman: Coming up next, we have an unlikely bed partners tag team match featuring new Jr. Weight Champion Charles Williams teaming with Vincent Thorn to take on Justin Cabrera and GQ Money.

Dexter Finch: Why are they unlikely Tom?

Tom Hartman: Glad you asked buddy! Charles and Vincent have been having a little war of the Words on Twitter lately over the phrase England’s Elite. And then there’s GQ and Cabrera, quite possibly two of the biggest ego’s in this company. Should be interesting.


MATCH 2 – TAG TEAM MATCH
Charles Williams © & Vincent Thorn v. GQ & Justin Cabrera
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"Shook Ones Pt. II" by Mobb Deep begins to play as the crowd turns to the stage with boos. After about ten seconds into the song we see Justin Cabrera and his posse emerge from the back. They sit atop the ramp for a few seconds, when suddenly his music scratches off and is replaced by "Party Like a Rockstar" as two cannon's exploded from the rafters raining down MONEY (fake GQ Money Dollar Bills) onto the crowd below as GQ Money ran out past Cabrera and co. and threw his arms out to pose! Cabrera and crew were fuming as GQ’s little butterball security guard Phineas waddled out behind GQ wagging his chubby little finger as a warning to Cabrera’s crew, advising them not to try anything funny. Justin stomped forward and spun GQ by the shoulder and the two would come nose to nose, talking all kinds of street crap. When suddenly:

"FEED MY… FRANKENSTEIN"

The crowd pops huge as Thorn struts out with a cocky smile and makes a joke about GQ and Cabrera kissing because of how close they were to each other. Cabrera pushes GQ of him as both men stared daggers at Thorn as he strutted by. GQ and Justin agreed to truce as GQ, Cabrera and crew began to surround the ring that Thorn had just entered. Thorn quickly realized he was surrounded.

Tom Hartman: I thought for a minute that it was about to come to blows between GQ and Cabrera, but instead it appears Vincent’s mouth might have gotten the better of him…

Dexter Finch: I thought they were gonna kiss too!

When "Sorry You're Not a Winner" by Enter Shikari played and Charles Williams made his entrance b-lining it to the ring and taking up a fighting stance behind Thorn, as he stood back to back with Thorn, begging on their challengers. GQ and Cabrera wisely decided to regroup, huddling together. Cabrera piefaced Phineas out as he tried to huddle too, to a laugh from the crowd.

The referee Erick Lobato finally got some semblance of order and Justin told GQ to start the match with Williams. GQ swept the ‘dust’ off his shoulders and entered the match, when suddenly Thorn reached in and tagged himself in off of Charles shoulder. Williams turned around annoyed as Vincent smirked and opened the ropes, signaling for Charles to step out. Williams looked at the referee who only backed up Thorn. Williams reluctantly stepped out as Vincent smiled. GQ tried to sucker Thorn from behind on a run at him, but Thorn side stepped and threw GQ into the corner, peppering him with jabs, into a Fury of Punches, followed by European Uppercuts and a Quick Clothesline! Thorn turned out of the corner raising his hands for the crowd to ‘Get Loud’ then turned for a Snap Round House kick—But GQ rolled through to avoid and Thorn inadvertently crotched himself over the top ropes! GQ acted quickly nailing a Gamengiri to the back of Thorns head, spilling him from the ring, to the floor hard, but not before snacking his shoulder off the apron first! GQ pie-faced Williams and got the referee to run interference on Charles from coming in as Cabrera signaled for his boys to rough up Thorn on the outside a little.

Tom Hartman: Now this isn’t right! Quit admonishing Williams ref and turn around!

Dexter Finch: He can’t see them! THEY ARE BEHIND YOU! LOOK BEHIND YOU!!!

Tom Hartman: Ok-ay, settle down Dex…

Dexter Finch: BEHIND YOU!!!!!

GQ signals for them to pull him up and clear out as GQ sails over the top with a tope con giro crashing into Thorn, driving them both into the barricade! Slamming Thorns head off the apron, GQ rolled Thorn back into the ring and threw up the ‘WHOA” hand gesture, before going back in after him. GQ whipped Thorn into his corner and nailed a Running leaping corner clothesline, tagging in Cabrera in the process. Justin came in peppering Thorn and wearing him out with quick left jabs to the jaw, then rocked him with a heavy right hook! He followed that up with some kicks to the abdomen, inside elbows and a step up knee to the jaw! Thorn slumped out of the corner to his belly, extending his hand for Williams who was a long way away. Cabrera talked some smack to Williams then covered Thorn for TWO before his shoulder shot up off the mat.

Tom Hartman: That was close. Almost over there, and Thorn needs a tag.

Dexter Finch: he needs a tag like I need to meet Mrs. Finch!

Cabrera locks up Thorn for a belly to belly suplex, but Thorn scores with a headbutt! Breaks the hold, ducks behind and slams Cabrera into the mat with a Full Nelson Slam! Cabrera no sells the spot and Thorn aggressively hoofs him in the gut and snap DDT’s him! No no-selling that one as Thorn aggressively covers receiving a TWO count. Thorn allows Cabrera to rise and CHOPS him hard across the chest before whipping him into his corner. Cabrera hits the corner and charges out looking for a clothesline, but Thorn ducks low and spears Cabrera back into the corner, holding him there as Williams tags in! Charles flies across the ring, forearming GQ off the apron before running and stepping off Thorn’s back nailing a step up Enzigiuri to the head of Cabrera!

Tom Hartman: Ho-ly what an impact!

Dexter Finch: It this were cartoons, he’d be seeing little tweety birds running around his head, heh!

Thorn quickly nails a release northern lights suplex, as Williams, who landed on the apron after the Enzigiuri, leaps to the top nailing a Can't Touch This (Springboard 450°) as the crowd pops!! The crowd counted along but only got to TWO as GQ nailed a low superkick to the face of Williams! GQ immediately pulls Williams up, looking to end this with his FILTHY FRESH TO DEATH - (Lifting leg hook reverse DDT). He lifted Williams up-- but Thorn comes out of nowhere and BLASTS GQ with the VTS at the same time!!! (Williams inadvertently getting crushed under the bottom of GQ.) Money rolled to the side, flopping to the floor with the assistance of Thorn who didn’t see Cabrera throw an arm over Williams…

…ONE!

…TWO!!

…THREE!!!

Thorn dove in to break, but it was a half second too late as Cabrera’s crew dragged him from the ring as Phineas checked on GQ.

Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners of this match, the team of Justin Cabrera and GQ Money!!!

Tom Hartman: You can imagine that Charles Williams won’t be happy with that!

The scene ends with Williams sitting up, asking the referee what happened, then glaring at Thorn as we head backstage.


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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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The show returns from commercial as “Tornado” by Little Big Town causes a chorus of boos right from the get go. Cailin Dillon emerges, now without her NWA Women’s Title, looking totally annoyed, and yes, a little sore, from the beating she took at the hands of Darkness and Ambiance at Snake Eyes. She throws her hand out, disgusted with the fans as she makes her way to the ring.

Hartman: Dillon not making any friends here tonight with our capacity crowd, who are really all over her from her quick loss at Snake Eyes.

Finch: I could make a sexual pun about the whole “being all over her” thing, but I’ll be a respectful guy and refrain. Besides, momma Finch would kill me! Love you Momma!


In the ring, Cailin calls for a mic. Her music fades as the boos intensify.

Dillon: “You people sicken me. You need to-“

Cailin is cut off as the lights in the arena go out. Gustav Holst's Planet Suite ‘MARS – The Bringer of War’ sends chills throughout the arena. A single spotlight shines down on the shadow of the massive Goddess Champion, VENUS. Nearby, looking mighty pleased with himself, is Marco Cruze. VENUS makes her way down to the ring slowly, not taking her eyes off Cailin. Inside the ring, Dillon is trying her best to maintain her composure... and not look intimidated by her presence…

Hartman: This… this doesn’t look good, Dex.

Finch: This woman scares me in a way that makes the guy on the Oatmeal box look tame, Tom. TAME!


Venus enters the ring, as Cailin drops the mic and tries going after her, only for Venus to rear back and push her down hard. Venus yanks Cailin up by her hair and delivers a stiff knee to the gut, followed by a HUGE powerbomb...

...and a second powerbomb...

Hartman: THE STRENGTH OF THIS WOMAN IS UNCANNY!

Finch: Ow. That’s all I have to say is ow!


...the third leaves Cailin out cold and in a heap. Marco whispers something in the ear of his champion, who nods approvingly with a cold emotionless quarter smile. She drags Cailin to a corner and begins scaling the turnbuckle...

Hartman: NO NOT THIS!

Finch: I can’t look! MOMMA!


Venus springs and flies back, connecting with a Venus Bomb, splashing down hard onto the ribs of Dillon. Officials surround Venus, one of them, Jacob Greene, going to check of Dillon. Venus menacingly chuckles at her handiwork as she exits the ring alongside a satisfied looking Marco Cruze, who applauds his clients efforts, and audibly says into the camera... “We’re just getting started!”

Hartman: What a heinous attack by the Goddess Champion, and that Marco Cruze, what a sleazeball. And what does he mean by just getting started?

Finch: I dunno Tommy, but looks like Dillon is being carted off now. I hope she enjoys hospital food... yucky.


Officials and medics have Dillon loaded up onto a stretcher, carting her from the arena.


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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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Tom Hartman: Welcome back folks! Our next match up is an interesting one. Non-Title, six man tag, featuring the Champions, The Daughters of Darkness taking on the Team of DDV, Three and 3M. What makes this interesting is that Three and 3M have recently decided after limited success here in singles action in EWS, that they would take a crack at a Tag Duo run, forming under the Banner of THREE-M. And now that DDV has gotten the monkey off his back in the form of Rex Riot, De Vries has set his sights on claiming some EWS or NWA Gold. A win for this team over the champions would certainly go a long way in establishing that.

Dexter Finch:Yeah but they gotta tak on the Daughters of Kick-Butt Tonight, and that’s no easy task right Tom?

Tom Hartman: Right-O partner!


MATCH 3 – 6 MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
Daughters of Darkness ©
v.
Three, 3M and DDV
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The team of THREE-M and DDV show a bit of unity and come out together to DDV’s ‘Boom' By P.O.D. Of note, 3M is now wearing his ‘I’m a member of the NWA” T-Shirt.

Dexter Finch: HA! Look at his shirt! It’s not THAT NWA Silly…

Tom Hartman: Hopefully he got permission and we’re not getting sued next week…

The girls entered to a pop as "Daughters of Darkness" by Halestorm played them in. Bloody Mary emerges first, flipping up the bird with no care in the world; ignoring the fans and marching down to the ring as Gemini skips out happily while Blaze walks out, playing with her lighter. Gemini quickly high-fives fans and interacts with the crowd while Blaze does the complete opposite and tries to avoid eye contact with anyone. Entering the ring Bloody Mary Walks right up to DDV and flips the bird right into his face, holding almost pressed against her nose. DDV to his credit, just smiles coldly.

Tom Hartman: Got a feeling partner that this is going to be one of those hard hitting matches…

Dexter Finch: Wait wait wait, the guys are fighting the girls?

Tom Hartman: Uhhh yeah.

Dexter Finch: But they’re too pretty to wrestle!

Tom Hartman: Wow. I suggest you don’t let Darkness hear you say that. Or Mary… Or any of these girls really…

The bell rings and DDV breaks the staredown with Mary to talk strategy with his team, but Mary yanks DDV around by the shoulder and clocks him in the face! He has little time to realize what’s just happened as Mary is on him like a spider monkey! Mary peppers DDV with forearms driving him back into the ropes as he attempts to cover up. DDV seems to be hesitant at first about fighting back, rather only seeming to cover up until Mary singles out his right arm and nails a vicious Double knee armbreaker! DDV hollers and rolls to his side, trying to shake the pain out, but Bloody Mary is on top of him kicking down at the right shoulder looking to maximize the damage! Quick as a hiccup, Mary has mounted De Vries and is trying to Rain down blows, when De Vries shifts weight and literally shoves Mary off of him, throwing her through the ropes to the floor! He gets to his feet, still shaking out his arm, but has little time to collect himself as Mary trips his legs out from under him and starts dragging him out! 3M reacts quickly, reaching in and tagging DDV before he’s dragged out of the ring and hits the floor with a thud, clutching the back of his head. 3M steps off the apron and holds his hands up defensively tying to talk to Mary about taking the match back into the ring as referee Mark Stevens counts them both out. Mary smiles at 3M’s request, then screams like a banshee hitting 3M with a snapping throat thrust causing him to choke and stumble back! Mary stomps towards him and slaps him with a hard slap to the chest. She reads his shirt and asks “Do you think you’re funny?” and tears open his shirt, revealing his chest for another hard slap! 3M backs into the barricade as Mary stomps in towards him, but 3M surges forward shoving Mary, sending her back several feet right into DDV who grabs her by the hair and tights and aggressively whips her back into the ring! 3M steps over to DDV to assure he’s okay when Mark surges back towards them and double sliding dropkicks both men in the mush sending them both into the guardrail!

Tom Hartman: Ho-ly! They should change her name to Wild-Eyed Crazy Mary!

Dexter Finch: E-Lectric in here!

Mary tags in Blaze and they exchange a quick word with a nod, and each woman bounces off the ropes together and runs across the ring looking for stereo suicide dives… but 3 springs into action nailing them both with a modified Tiger Feint Kick sending them both crashing backwards onto their be-hinds!! 3M scampers up onto the apron and nails a springboard Faceplant (Fame Asser/Name Dropper) to Blaze! He pops up and quick as lightening catches the rising Bloody Mary with a Sleep Tight (Busaiku Knee Kick that can KO an opponent) knocking her end over end right out of the ring! 3M, with the crowd behind him shoots straight up and sensing someone behind him, turns and just stops short of cracking Gemini in the face with a big right hand. She stumbles back with an excited giggle that turns into a snort. She covers her mouth in an embarrassed way then laughs telling 3M "Hehe! You made me gigglesnort!" 3M makes a weird face then tosses his hands up turning back to Blaze. Suddenly, something begins to happen to Gemini, unseen up until this point in a EWS ring. She grabs her head in pain and starts violently shaking it. But as fast as she entered it, she snaps out, but her expression has changed. Her features now hardened and her gate somewhat hunched over now, she grabs 3M by the hair and tights while screaming, running him across the ring and and throwing him between the middle and top ropes into the steel ringpost! She screams like a crazed woman possessed and clubs at the back of Mitchell until he falls from the ring. THREE tags in off of Mitchell before this happens, and comes in behind Gemini whose now screaming and violently shaking her head again.

Dexter Finch: What is going on?

Tom Hartman: This is like a scene out of the exorcist!

Dexter Finch: OMG I hate that movie! It scared the b-jesus outta my Mr. Potato head!

Three came into the ring and hit a running high knee to the back of Gemini that sent he falling from the ring, landing head first on the floor! The screaming stopped and Gemini went into what appeared to be a seizure. Meanwhile, the legal woman, Blaze, tagged in Mary who had returned to the apron. Seeing the attack from behind, Mary took it personally and preformed a running Double Leg Takedown into a mount and began raining punches, which turned into headbutts to the mask of Three! Three monkey flipped Mary off and caught her on the rise with a throat wrapped backbreaker across his knee! He then raised his elbow holding her there, looking to drop it down across her face, but took too long as Mary responded back with a knee to the side of Three’s face! Mary popped up like a house of fire and peppered Three with blows and whipped him into the ropes (Blind tag by De Vries), and caught him with a The Exorcism - Deathvalley Driver! As the fans popped!

Tom Hartman: She got him! But I don’t know if she saw the tag!

Dexter Finch: What tag?

Tom Hartman: The blind tag!

Dexter Finch: Please Tom, they prefer vision impaired tags…

…but on the outside, Blaze whose attending to Gemini, yells to Mary that “Somethings Wrong”. Mary turned to look and quick as a stalking predator, DDV came in from behind and hit the 'The Redux Version DDV Driver –(Reverse Snapmare Driver). De Vries covered while 3M slid in and stood post…

…ONE!

…TWO!!

…THREE!!!

Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, here are your winners, the team of THREE, MALCOLM M. MITCHELL and DDV!!!

Blaze pays no attention to the finish of the match but rather to her friend Gemini and her current condition. Under the bequeath of the referee, EMS and security come down to the ring to check on Gemini. The guys even exit the ring to check to ensure that she’s okay. Gemini seems to have come out of the seizure and is responding as we go to commercial.


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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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The show returns from commercial, and swing to Tom Hartman.

Tom Hartman: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, just prior to the break it seemed like Gemini of the Daughters of Darkness was having some sort of Medical Emergency. Our training staff here at EWS came out to check on her and decided to take her back stage when this happened:

The mini-trons illuminate with the video of Gemini being strapped to the stretcher and taken backstage for good measure. DDV, 3M and Three having already gone backstage, when suddenly coming through the crowd, the LUV CONNECTION of GQ Money, Mistah Falcon and Leonard Luv attacked the remaining two members! GQ and Falcon double teaming and attacking Bloody Mary, throwing her hard into the steps, knocking them and her over; as Luv delivered his Luv Handle finisher to Blaze! The crowd booed, but them cheered as DDV, Three and 3M made their way back out for the save! The video ended… then cut backstage; where The Luv Connection are riding high after their assault on the Daughters Of Darkness. There’s high fives and fist bumps all around, which is interrupted by Freddy Morris.

Morris: Gentlemen, do you care to explain your actions this evening against the Daughters Of Darkness?

Luv angrily snatches the microphone away, pointing at Morris.

Luv: Urkel, did anybody say you could talk?! Go to catering and get me an ice cold drink, turkey club, and your sister’s phone number! Make it snappy! Get out of my face!

Morris darts down the hall, Luv looking mighty pleased with himself.

Luv: We’re the Luv Connection and when it comes right down to it, we don’t have to explain ourselves or our actions to anyone. But if we must, it’s quite simple. If you could, Mistah Falcon.

Luv nonchalantly hands the mic over.

Falcon: The Whores Of Dorkness didn’t respect us, so we gave them a reason to, if you know what I’m sayin’. But we’re not stopping there, no way. If you ladies can find your ovaries, your tubes, whatever it is that makes you “lady up”, we have a challenge for you. Hit it, GQ.

GQ Money leans in.

GQ Money: NEXT CLASH BIZOCHEZZ, POW! WE’S BEES CHALLENGIN’ YOU TO A MATCH FOR OUR, DATS RIGHT, OUR NWA SIX MAN TAG BELTS! AND BIZOCHEZZ BE CRAZY, STRAIGHT UP INSANE IN THE MEMBRAIN, IF YOUS BE THINKIN’ YOU CAN MESS WIT THE LUV CONNECTION! BRAAAAAT BRAAAAAT! YA DIG?

Luv smirks as he tosses the mic at the camera and the trio continue their walk backstage, Luv strutting in the middle.


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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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Tom Hartman: Up next newcomer to the Jr. Heavyweight Division Danny Supra will try and gain some momentum, but in order to do so, he’s got to go through one Eddie Morgan. And that, will be no easy task.

Dexter Finch: No siree-Tom! That’s one angry surgeon right there! I wouldn’t want him working on my Planters Warts.


MATCH 4 – ONE ON ONE
Eddie Morgan v. Danny Supra
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“Faster, Faster” by Broadway kicks in and an excited Danny Supra emerges. He’s got a smile on his face and his vintage fitted Dodgers cap on as he nods his head at the cheering fans. He jumps up, pulling his knees to his chest a couple times before throwing a fist into the air as he continues to the ring; when suddenly he’s bullrushed from behind and slammed into the ring apron! Morgan has a crazy look in his eye as he steps back and then running hoofs Supra in the chest, actually lifting him up off the mat! He backs off and steps in again, repeating the soccer kick!

Tom Hartman: Eddie Morgan has attacked Danny Supra before he even got out of the gate!

Dexter Finch: And those kicks have GOT to hurt. Back to you Tom!

Tom Hartman: Wha, um, What?

Morgan repeats the painful soccer kicks a few more times, actually kicking Supra back to his feet. Morgan shoots in and lifts Danny off his feet by his armpits, and chucks him through the air into the outside ropes; Supra rebounds violently and Morgan CLOTHESLINES him out of the air! The s’marks in the aundience go nuts with cheers and a small “MOR-GAN MOR-GAN MOR-GAN” chant breaks out, but the majority just boo. Morgan yanks Supra up by the hair, and hits a under hook punch to the belly of Supra, dropping him to his knees winded. Morgan steps to the side and hooks Supra up into a pump-handle; lifts him up into the air… and tosses him into the ring with a thud! Again the smark crowd cheers his athletic ability while the majority boo. Morgan even sends an ‘up yours’ gesture towards the cheering section, only causing them to cheer more. He pulls himself up onto the apron and steps over the ropes into the ring. He demands the referee Jacob Greene to start the match, to which Greene nervously does.

Tom Hartman: I don’t understand why the referee is allowing this match to even begin! He’s clearly not able to compete!

Dexter Finch: I think he’s sleeping! He should have had a nap before the match Tom…

Morgan stalks Supra and jacks him up onto his shoulders, slamming him with a Fireman's Carry Slam! He backs off of the ropes and returns with a leaping legdrop across the throat of Supra. He covers, the referee counting to TWO before Morgan yanks Supra off the mat, saying “Not just yet…”. Dragging the limp Supra into the corner, Morgan props him up and begins a rope assisted boot choke! The referee gets in there and starts the break count. Morgan waits until the last possible second before breaking, then rebounds off the far ropes and nails a fully sprinting corner SPLASH! Holding the limp frame of Supra, he drags him out of the corner on his knees, throwing his head between his legs in a standing leglock, before jacking him up high into the air, and allowing his body to sheer-down onto his neck! Morgan drops to his knees, placing both hands on Supra’s chest as the referee counts…

…ONE!

…TWO!!

…THREE!!!

Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner of the match… EDDIE MORrrrrrGAN!!!

Morgan stands up like a beast and rolls his shoulders before shooting both arms into the air and roaring! Making an empathic statement that he is still here and this may very well indeed be his yard!


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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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We cut backstage to Freddy Morris, who is standing by with Darkness.

Morris: Darkness, you put on one hell of a show at Snake Eyes with the now new NWA Women’s Champion, Ambiance. How are you feeling?

Darkness: A little sore for sure, Freddy, but you know what? I have no regrets. We put it all on the line and whether I get it in return from Ambiance or not, she most definitely has my respect, and her victory at Snake Eyes was legit… and well earned.

Morris: Tonight we witnessed a heinous beatdown on the former Women’s Champion at the hands of Venus. What are your thoughts on this development?

Darkness: Well while I’m not the biggest fan of Cailin Dillon these days, you hate to see anybody go down like that. Venus is a--- a-hem, can I help you?

Darkness looks up to meet the gaze of the shadow cast over her by the Goddess Champion, who has Marco Cruze in tow. Cruze holds the championship as Venus gets close to Darkness, looming over her. Darkness, to her credit, shows no signs of backing down or fear, even as the massive champion slowly makes a slashing motion across her throat. Just as it seems the two women are going to throw down, as Darkness noticeably balls her fists getting ready for action… Darkness is suddenly flanked by the Daughters Of Darkness in Bloody Mary and Blaze, who are both just itching for a fight after today’s happenings. Venus surveys the scene, her eyes darting between the three woman. Then with that same quarter smile and a smirking snots, she saunters away with Cruze right behind her. The camera focuses in on Darkness who finally takes a breath and has a noticeable look of concern on her face.


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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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Tom Hartman: Up next we have a treat, as for the first time ever, two pros of our industry will go one on one, as The Preacher takes on Sentinel! Preacher, having competed and winning the First Blood Match, although controversially, at Snake Eyes, and Sentinel just coming up short in the Rage Title Main Event.

Dexter Finch: Yep, losing to his little buddy. And I mean little! Remember TWINS from the 80’s? KK’s the Danny to Senti’s Arnie!


MATCH 5 – ONE ON ONE
Preacher v. Sentinel
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Cordelia Stewart: The following match-up is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Hells Kitchen, New York. He is THE PREACHER!

”For whom the bell tolls” echoes through the arena. The Preacher is seen emerging through a cloud of white smoke drinking a beer and puffing a cigar. He flips off the crowd and spits beer into the air. He then walks confidently to the ring and enters. He orders the ref to hand him a microphone. The ref complies and hands the Preacher a mic and then Slowly backs away. The crowd rain down boo's….”

The Preacher: Before I Kick the living crap out of this Sentinel jabroni tonight... I got something that needs saying. Something I gotta get of my che...

The Crowd stop Preacher in his tracks as their boo's grow to that near deafening point.

The Preacher: SHUT THE HELL UP! HAVE SOME GODDAMN RESPECT, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING PEASANTS!...Now as many of you know… *Hiccup* At snake eyes I did exactly—EXACTLY what I promised. I beat the hell out of Thorn across the COX Pavilion! HA, COX. And of made that British Twinky bleed like the little bitch he is!! But for what reward exactly? I gave EWS Gold at snake eyes and what do they do? Stick me on before the main event of the following Rage fighting some good for nothing Mid-Card jabroni... WELL I AM SICK OF IT!!! For years I have just been tossed around from promotion to promotion and I have never been given a Title Shot. EPW For example. *Hiccup* I tore a bloody path of destruction through that cesspool taking out the best they had to offer and they never once considered me good enough for the gold! Not once! It was the same with TCW, that fuckin place!

Tom Hartman: We apologize for the language folks… can we cut this drunken idiots mic please?

The Preacher: ...I was made to look like a joke! Well I'm here *Hiccup*, here to tell you that this all ends here in The EWS! If the big wigs in their thousand dollar suits… sitting on their thousand dollar asses all day, while I’m bust my ass in this ring, wanna carry on denying me what's rightfully mine... Then *Hiccup*, then I'ma just carry on cracking skulls until one of them see's me for what I really am… and that… FUCKERS… is the best damn wrestler in the Rage locker room! THERE… I said it! Hell you know what? I'm also better than them little bedwetters over on Fury too! Now that I've finally got that off my chest…*Hiccup*, you can just bring on the next lamb to the slaughter!

Preacher then slams down the mic and walks over to his corner.

Dexter Finch: Is that was those wrestling fans on the internet call a pipe bomb?

Tom Hartman: Nope Dex, that’s just the ramblings of a drunken fool, probably about to get his ass kick… then fired.

“Adrenaline” by Gavin Rossdale hits while red and white pyros erupt. Another spotlight comes on and reveals Sentinel, as the lights come up in the arena. Sentinel Sprints into the ring and immediately begins throwing left and right quick punches to the torso of Preacher pushing him into the ropes. Sentinel bounces against the ropes and rebounds but is stopped in his tracks by The Preacher hitting a big boot to the face. Sentinel hits the mat with considerable force. The ref calls the bell and the match officially begins.

Tom Hartman: This drunken fool doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut! I don't see how he can be so confident after cheating Thorn at snake eyes.

Dexter Finch: Yeah, he smells like my Mema at Christmas after she’s gotten into the Nog. Her whiskers always tickle…

The Preacher pulls Sentinel up by his hair and throws him across the ring. Sentinel hits the turnbuckle hard. Preacher sprints towards Sentinel attempting a corner splash but Sentinel manages to get a leg up and The Preacher head connects with the boot of Sentinel. Preacher head snaps back but he doesn't go down. Sentinel unloads several buzzsaw kicks to the torso of Preacher bringing him down to his knees. Sentinel moves towards Preacher but Preacher manages to hit a sneaky low blow to Sentinel who falls down to his knees. The Preacher pounces on Sentinel and mounts him. The Preacher hits Sentinel with a left and then a right. He then smiles sadistically at the crowd. Grabs the hair of Sentinel and hits him with a hard headbutt. The Preacher dismounts Sentinel and begins stomping a mudhole into the torso of Sentinel. Sentinel groans in pain but manages to catch Preacher of guard by grabbing his boot and tripping him down to the mat. Sentinel quickly gets back to his feet and locks up the Preacher into a sharpshooter! The Preacher screams in agony as Sentinel applies more and more pressure. The Ref gets down into position to witness the tap.

Tom Hartman: Preachers going to tap! This one’s going to be over before its even started!

Dexter Finch: What? But… it’s already started?!

Tom Hartman: I’ll explain later.

Dexter Finch: Maybe at I-Hop?

The Preacher extends his arm and clenches his fist. Sentinel pulls the legs back further and orders Preacher to tap! The Preachers clenched fist begins to tremor and his throws his fist behind him connecting with the bridge of the nose of Sentinel. Sentinel stands up looking dazed. He tries walking a step but flops down to the mat. The Preacher gets back up to his feet. He hobbles over to the ropes and takes a breather. His expressions showing discomfort.

Dexter Finch: I was sure Sentinel was going to tear the Preacher in half there! Like those guys that can tear phone books in half!

Sentinel gets back to his feet and the two men lock up into a grapple. They being transitioning grapples. Sentinel gets behind of the Preacher and hits him with a hard German suplex. The resulting force sends the Preacher sliding to the outside of the ring he hits the arena floor with a slap. Sentinel then quickly exits the ring and pulls The Preacher up by his hair and tosses him into the steel steps! The Crowd cheers and The Preachers head connects with the steel. The Preacher looks and Sentinel and grins. He then laughs maniacally and headbutts the steps multiple times. A small cut forms on his head and blood begins to trickle down his face. Sentinel hesitantly takes a few steps backwards. The Preacher charges towards Sentinel with tremendous speed and spears him into the security barricade. The Preacher begins to pummel the torso of Sentinel with left and right hooks. The Crowd boos Preacher who pauses the attack long enough to flip off the Crowd. He steals a beer from a nearby fan and soaks Sentinel! He then grabs Sentinel by his hair and throws him back into the ring.

Tom Hartman: What a sorry excuse for a man! Does he have no respect?!

Dexter Finch: I'm just surprised he wasted that beer on Sentinel!

The Preacher advances towards Sentinel but is blindsided by a punch to the face. Sentinel gains momentum and Irish whips the Preacher into the ropes. The Preacher rebounds and is hit by a hard clothesline he falls to the floor with a thud. Sentinel raises his arm as the crowd cheers. Sentinel climbs the turnbuckle and flies through the air hitting The Preacher hard with a Flying Arachnid! landing hard on the Preachers torso. Sentinel gets to his feet as the Preacher clutches his torso. Sentinel Pulls the Preacher up to his feet and then walks to the corner. The Preacher wobbles on his feet dazed. Sentinel begins rocking back forth slightly he gestures with his hand to the Preacher and then hits him with a hard Scorpion sting! The Preacher crumbles down to the mat.

Dexter Finch: That's the beginning of the end For Preach!

Tom Hartman: Good!

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

"Luv Addict" by Family Force 5 continues as Leonard Luv emerges from the back with a spin, and moonwalks down the ramp towards the Ring, stopping half way and pointing towards the mini-tron as it explodes with pinks pyros and streamers all around it, accompanying a loud bang! Sentinel's attention is clearly distracted by Luv and this elaborate entrance sequence, as The Preacher stirs and slowly gets back to his feet. He taps Sentinel on the shoulder. Sentinel spins around surprised and is hit by Genesis by Preacher before he can reacts! The Preacher Covers!!!

…ONE!

…TWO!!

…THREE!!!

Cordelia Stewart: Here is Your winner…. THE PREACHER!!!

The Preacher places a boot on the chest of Sentinel and raises his arm high in the air. Luv applauds the Preacher, then moon walks back on up the ramp with a satisfied smile, giving the camera an OWWW MOMMA, THAT LOOKED LIKE IT HURT!, before disappearing behind the curtain.


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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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We open with the words “Recorded Earlier Today” flashing, as we cut to an area in Las Vegas, a post office perhaps, where the American flag stands proudly. There, waving a much smaller lime green flag with a kumquat on it, is our beloved Rage Superstar Champion, The Kumquat Kid. Champy The Belt is clad in a small Abe Lincoln hat and beard, his googly eyes still in place, slung over the right shoulder of the champion, who it should be noted, looks like he’s in a James Brown outfit straight out of Rocky IV. He turns to us with a cheesy grin.

“Oh, hello there. I’m The Kumquat Kid, but you already knew that, didn’t you? Now while I am a card carrying Kumquatian, I’m also a bit of an American patriot you’d say, especially when a right we share as Americans is threatened. No, this has nothing to do with gun laws or the amount of paper towels allotted in a single trip to a public restroom, but instead, something a bit closer to home. You see friends, there is a grave injustice going on, right here in Las Vegas, right smack dab in the middle of the Excelsior Hotel and Casino, and it must be stopped!”

“Now true, what happened at the end of my last title defense was definitely an injustice too, but I hope if my dear friend is watching right now that you got my card, made of genuine construction paper and Elmer’s glue, along with my Edible Arrangements package that looked like your head made out of citrus fruit. There are better days ahead. But today I can sum up my issue with Mr. Excelsior, or Dr. Ex as I like to call him, in just two words. Pretzel dogs. Yes, that’s right, I said pretzel dogs. You wanna make something of it?”


Ryan does a little James Brown style dance, then realizes he’s white and has no dance moves, essentially embarrassing himself in the process. He clears his throat.

“Tell me, Dr. Ex, Corman Cornflakes, why do the good people of EWS have to get in their cars and drive a mile down the road to get a delicious Sonic pretzel dog, and not at the concession stands of the Excelsior Casino and Hotel? Don’t you feel this is a grave injustice not only to the sanctity of pro wrestling, but also the sanctity and dignity of processed meat byproducts? EWS needs pretzel dogs, or else all shall be chaos, mark my words.”

“So I encourage you, the EWS Faithful and fellow Kumquatians to tweet, text, call, send snail mail, send carrier pigeon, heck, send a penguin, to the offices of the EWS to get pretzel dogs into our arenas so that the terrorists don’t win. I think that’s how it goes, right?”


Ryan shrugs then covers his heart with his right hand.

“For Moms, baseball… those tiny little cocktail weenies… and everything else we all hold near and dear to our hearts… we NEED pretzel dogs so that EWS can truly be the premiere wrestling company in the country. Johnny 5 from Short Circuit said it best one faithful day back in the 1980s. Wouldn’t you like to be a Pepper too? Good day and may the Kumquatian gods bless you! VIVA LA KUMQUAT!”

Small fireworks, lit by Dunk, go off behind Ryan, as he stands proudly, before the scene fades to black.


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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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Tom Hartman: Coming up next it’s our MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! And in an unlikely turn of events, somehow, less than 7 days removed from Capturing the Championship, new NWA World Woman’s Champion Ambiance is being forced to defend her title against ELITE’S own Rain Singh! And Dex, I smell a rat!

Dexter Finch: *Sniffs* I just smell popcorn… and cheese… *Sniffs again* Yep, cheese. Gouda to be exact!


MAIN EVENT – NWA WORLD WOMAN’S CHAMPIONSHIP
Ambiance © v. Rain Singh
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The drum beat of "Born free" by MIA started off slow as the lights started flickering in to the tune of the beat. Once the beat got faster, the lights also started flickering faster as Rain Singh came out with Marco Cruze trailing behind her. Once we heard the, “WOO” she lifted up the hoodie and allowed the fans to see her face as she was grinning evilly, looking very confident as show motioned to the crowd that the belt would soon be hers. As the chorus started, she started walking down the ramp with Marco who was telling the fans to respect her. Rain didn't give a damn about the fans as her eyes were solely focused on the ring and only on the ring. She then hopped to the steel steps and took a look at the fans before giving them a middle finger as Marco just shook his head, not proud of Rain’s behavior. Rain then enters the ring and started talking to herself about how her opponent is worthless and hyping herself while listening to Marco’s tips and instructions.

Tom Hartmen: Rain looks to be very confident in her chances tonight. I don't think I've ever seen her this fired up.

Dexter Finch: She's going to shoot off like a rocket into space and get stuck up there in the ocean of stars Tom!

Tom Hartman: Hey that was a pretty good line buddy!

Dexter Finch: Thanks Major Tom. Floating around in a sea of stars forever sounds really boring though. Who'd want to be floating around in space out there like that forever?

Tom Hartman: . . . . . . I don't even . . . . . .

The opening chords of "You Call Me A Bitch Like It's A Bad Thing" by Halestorm kicked in as the crowd popped as dark purple strobelights pulsed, waved, and flickered. Ambiance emerged from the back to a much more positive reaction than usual, but she could really care less as she pumped one fist in the air, sporting her newly won NWA World Woman's title with an incredibly proud look on her face that said, “I've got this whether you like it or not!”. In her dark purple corset and matching leather pants, Amber Stevenson was all business, bumping her taped fists together as she moved towards the ring.

Dexter Finch: That lady right there scares me… but is definitely the future Mrs. Finch! Hi Honey!

Tom Hartman: Whether you like it or not, Ambiance is our new NWA World Woman's champion and Rain's going to have be on her A game to beat- hold on! What in tarnation?!

All of a sudden a thick “THUD” noise could be heard followed by a thunderous “CRASH” as Ambiance fell face first on the ramp to the shock of the audience as it was revealed that her assailant was the absolutely monstrous Goddess champion, VENUS!

Dexter Finch: Okay, that lady scares me more. And she’s NOT the future Mrs. Finch!

Tom Hartman: Oh what the hell? That was totally uncalled for! Ambiance has a title match coming up! Somebody needs to get Venus out of here! How many times is she going to be allowed to do this?!

Without much more hesitation, Venus clubbed the back of Ambiance's neck and then tossed her carelessly across the stage like a ragdoll before she could get her bearings while Marco pretended like he didn't sanction the attack and Rain grinned malevolently in the ring! Again, Ambiance hit the stage hard and rolled around gripping her aching body as Venus laid into her with several more vicious punches to the head! Ambiance threw several punches and kicks in Venus' direction, but they failed to gain the impact that she needed as Venus didn't relent with her attack in the slightest! Security started to arrive, but it was absolutely too late as by that time, Venus had nailed Ambiance right across the jaw with clubbing soup bone fist to the jaw and hoisted Ambiance high above her head in a military press as she moved to the edge of the stage and teetered precarious over the solid pit area below as the audience nearby booed and pleaded for Ambiance to break free!

Tom Hartman: NO VENUS! DON'T DO THIS!!

Venus simply grinned and with a mighty press, she powered Ambiance high into the air where Ambiance went into a complete freefall to the pit below to the shock and awe of the audience!

Tom Hartman: OH LORD ALL MIGHTY! The NWA Woman's champ just got thrown to the floor below by Venus and she might be seriously injured!

Dexter Finch: Ambiance got so much air that if she was a tire, she would have exploded!

Ambiance hit the floor below the stage incredible hard and collapsed into almost motionlessness save for some faint breathing as the security guards called in paramedics and surrounded Venus! Meanwhile Rain was arguing with the referee, demanding that he make Ambiance get back down there so she could have her title shot! Security tried to force Venus out of the arena as the paramedics made their way down to the pit in front of the stage to tend to Ambiance and Venus shook the somewhat fearful security guards off, choosing to walk out of the arena on her own while Rain began to bicker with Marco, but Marco reassured her that he had a plan and that she would be the new champion either way! The paramedics slid Ambiance slowly up onto the ramp and then onto a stretcher, still showing only faint motions as the audience looked on with concern.

Tom Hartman: I do deeply apologize that you folks had to witness that. I hope that Venus is reprimanded for her actions tonight and now we probably won't be having a main event match. I apologize again and I hope that Ambiance will be alright as she receives medical condition and-- IT CAN'T BE!

Dexter Finch: Oh Boy! She's baaaacccckkkk! Hi Honey!!!

The audience roared as Ambiance limped her way out of the crowd of paramedics and shoved them out of the way despite their protests, sporting an enraged look as she marched down to the ring with her title belt dragging behind her, seething with anger! Ambiance shrieked at the paramedics and threatened to hit them, telling them she was going to fight no matter what they said as Rain snickered to herself in the ring! Ambiance rolled in slowly and stiffly handed the referee the NWA World Woman's title and demanded that he ring the bell! After several seconds of protest, Ambiance shouted, “JUST DO IT” and so he did officially starting the match!

Tom Hartman: I can't believe it! Ambiance is going to compete!

Dexter Finch: She's like a broken toy Tom. She's just not as fun to play with any more.

Ambiance and Rain moved to the center of the ring for the lockup with Rain easily winning the exchange by kneeing Ambiance hard in the gut and pulling her into a side headlock. Ambiance pushed Rain out of the hold and she rebounded off the ropes, ducking under a clothesline attempt from Ambiance with her unhindered speed and pulling Ambiance down hair first into sitout rear mat slam (aka, the Edge-o-matic) and pulled Ambiance's leg up for the pin!

...ONE!

...Two!- No! A kickout by Ambiance to a huge pop from the audience!

Rain already started to look a little frustrated and returned to her feet quickly, stomping down on Ambiance's chest before running to the ropes and landing the Rain Over Me (springboard moonsault) flush across Ambiance's injured torso before going for another pin!

...ONE!

...TWO!!

...TH-No! Another shoulder up!

Rain returned to her feet and started to stomp away at Ambiance viciously and then she dropped back to her knees and started slamming punches into Ambiance's face before shoving her forearm across Ambiance's nose and going for the pin once more!

...ONE!

...TWO!!

...TH-No! Again Ambiance fought out of it!

Dexter Finch: Man that guy is bad at counting! Three comes after two referee and four comes after that and-

Tom Hartman: Ambiance is showing the true heart of a champion, but the referee should still stop this! Live to fight another day Amber! Think of your career! Think of your life!

Rain started shouting at the referee to count to three and Marco shouted at her from ringside to keep her cool. It wasn't long before Rain returned to her feet again and positioned herself in the top right corner, motioning for Ambiance to rise to her feet. It took awhile, but Ambiance managed to get to her feet eventually in the center of the ring and when she turned around, Rain flew at her with the Rebellion bicycle kick, but Ambiance caught her leg on her shoulder and powered Rain into a powerbomb position before swiftly dropping to her knees and driving Rain into the mat with all the strength that she could muster for a somewhat sloppy looking powerbomb as Ambiance crumpled down and held her side as it was clearly bothering her! Ambiance returned to her feet first despite the damage and yanked Rain up by the hair and she laid into stiff closed fist punches to Rain's face as she sat on her knees trying to loosen her hair until the referee forced Ambiance to break up those tactics and step back. Rain took advantage by diving back in first and swung around to the back of Ambiance and locked her waist, throwing her back for a HUGE german suplex, but Ambiance flipped through and landed on her feet! As soon as Rain returned to hers, Ambiance whipped around and cracked her in the side of the head with a huge roundhouse kick! Rain stumbled a moment and fell limply to the mat as Ambiance fell on top of her for the cover!

...ONE!

...TWO!- No! Rain kicked out, dazed, but not out!

With Rain out on the mat, Ambiance rose to her feet again, still seething in anger, but huffing in exhaustion as well as the life began to fade from her eyes. She grabbed Rain by the legs and twisted her around, locking in her Texas Cloverleaf, as best she could, to a huge ovation from the audience who was now firmly behind Ambiance!

Tom Hartman: Ambiance has the Texas cloverleaf locked in! Despite everything, she might actually be able to pull off a win!

Dexter Finch: We're not in Texas, we are in the great state of Las Vegas! So it should be the Las Vegas cloverleaf!

Tom Hartman: You know that Las Vegas isn't a state, right Dexter?

Ambiance yanked back on the hold with everything she had as the crowd cheered her on and Rain screamed in pain, trying her hardest to inch her way to the ropes. Ambiance seemed incredibly pained herself from just applying this hold, clearly having some internal damage. Rain reached out and gripped the bottom rope finally and as soon as she did, Ambiance yanked and managed to walk her right back to the center of the ring as the crowd whipped into an uncontrolled frenzy!! Rain looked like she might just tap out as Marco Cruze waddled his way up to the apron and whistled for the referee's attention, telling the referee that he saw a weapon in Ambiance's boot! Yelling up a fit and scolding senior official Benny Newman for not checking and ordering the referee to check it immediately or he would take the matter to Simon Excelsior himself! The referee didn't seem to be falling for his bluff, but yet he still fell for the distraction as Rain continued to scream in pain and finally tapped out; when Ambiance looked around, not letting go, and saw that the referee's eyes were on Marco and not on the in-ring action! She popped up, letting go of the hold and moved over to Marco and slammed him with a vicious forearm to the face, knocking his chubby little frame off the apron to a mighty roar from everyone wishing they could do it themselves! Ambiance smiled briefly at her disposal of Marco, yet still holding her stomach, as the audience laughed and then Ambiance turned around and ate a stepping side kick to the already injured gut, followed by Rain two stepping back and connecting with a monster superkick that CRACKED off her jaw and dropped her lifelessly to the mat! Rain pulled Ambiance towards the turnbuckle and scaled it to the very top, picking her spot and diving with an incredible Downpour (swanton bomb) that landed across Ambiance's torso and turning her into a foetal position, leaving her virtually motionless once again! Rain slid in for the pin!

...ONE!

...TWO!!

Tom Hartman: NO NO NO!

...THREE!!!

Tom Hartman: IT CAN'T BE!

Cordelia Stewart: Here is your winner… and.. the.. NEWWWWW, N-W-A WORLD WOMAN’S CHAMPION… RrrrrrrAIN! SINNNNNNNGH!

“Born Free” kicked in again as Marco waddled back up into the ring and presented Rain with her newly won title as the enraged audience booed her in unison! Rain rose to her feet with eyes wide as an elated smile crossed her face and she accepted the title from him, raising it into the air in utter glee!

Tom Hartman: I can't believe it! After everything that Ambiance went through to get that title, she has lost it just as quickly! This was a plot from ELITE from day one! This is a miscarriage of justice!

Dexter Finch: Rain looks so happy though! Why can't we all be happy and go party and dance and get naked with the new champ? That's what champs do, right?

Rain continued to celebrate until Ambiance came to and launched herself violently in Rain's direction, but Rain and Marco managed to scurry out of the ring and up the ramp as the disheveled and beaten looking Ambiance, clutched her stomach and gave them a death stare from the ring, screaming at them the whole while! Rain held the title high into the air with a smug look on her face as she moved up the ramp and as Ambiance stared a look of PURE and UTTER HATRED in her eyes as the show faded to the credits.


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