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| Friday Night Rage. #6; 09.27.13 | |
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| Ricky | Sep 27 2013, 05:32 PM Post #1 |
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DARK MATCH _____________________________ Before tonight’s show took place, Danny Supra and Acer Stoner wrestled in tonight’s opening Dark match. Match Highlights included: A real technical showing of move reversals, with Danny trying to hip toss, Acer countering, throwing his leg on Danny’s neck and back flipping, ducking a clothesline, each man rebounding and thinking the same thing and throwing a dropkick. The crowd cheered their athletic abilities. Opening things up to his advantage Danny nailed a spinning heel kick that dazed Stone, then followed with a superkick. A split legged moonsault followed for a two. Stone regained control off a ducked leg lariat and scored with his own. A Flapjack and spinning neckbreaker followed, allowing Stone to take to the skies. Connecting with the Diving Elbow From Turnbuckle, Stone popped up and signaled for the crowd to get loud. He set up for his Stone Cutter with a kick to the gut- but Supra caught it and nailed a lightning fast dragon whip, into a catapult into the corner! Stone stumbled out and around into a Busaiku Knee Kick, which Danny immediately followed to the top and connected with his Shooting Star Legdrop for the win. Live from the Excelsior Hotel and Casino. Las Vegas, Nevada.Friday, September 27th 2013 ---------------------------------- 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: "I Forgot my sign!" "It's True, he did!" "Wow these signs are lame..." 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, my partner in crime, Dexter Finch! Dexter Finch: That’s right Tommy and tonight is assured to be an Eeeee-Lectric evening of some hot dude action! Tom Hartman: Ww- wow Dex, just Wow. Tonight we got some great action, in-ring Ember Garfield will be put to her first real test in EWS, when she battles the first ever Goddess Champion Zoey Valerie. Then, in a non-title event, we will get our first meeting of Jr. Heavyweight Champion Charles Williams taking on Vincent Thorn, in a non title affair. Maybe we’ll find out who really is England’s Elite! Dexter Finch: So the winner joins Elite? Tom Hartman: Not quite buddy. Dexter Finch: Oh good. Tom Hartman: And in our Main Event this evening, hope you got your cameras ready because the Citrus Sting reunite tonight, to take on the team of The Preacher… and the nefarious Leonard Luv! Dexter Finch: HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE, PUT A LITTLE LOVE IN IT!!! *Random beat boxing of the guitar riffs* Tom Hartman: …all that and maybe even some more beat boxing from Dex! Here we go… it’s FRIDY NIGHT! MATCH 1 – ONE ON ONE Ember Garfield v. Zoey Valerie _____________________________ As the tune of "Numba 1 (Tide Is High)" by Kardinal Offishall starts to play, Ember comes out from behind the curtain. She strikes a side pose and lifts a fist into the air, with a smile on her face. Ember then starts to walk down the ramp. Before she gets to where the fans are, she ruffles her hair with her hands. Once closer to the fans, she slaps hands with them on both sides of the ramp. While the music keeps playing, Ember goes up the stairs and gets into the ring. She goes over to the rope that looks out towards the fans. She then turns her body (with her right hip on the rope) and lowers her head. Ember then raises her head back up and does a hairflip. She then winks at the fans and blows a kiss. As Ember's theme song begins to fade, she wraps her arms around the ropes, waiting for her opponent to come out from behind the curtain and head down to the ring. "Renegade" hits as Zoey Valerie made her way onto the stage. She raised her arms into the sky, pointer fingers extended. She walked down the ramp and picked up her pace at the bottom and slid into the ring. She ascended a turnbuckle and repeated the same taunt she did on the stage. The ladies met in the center of the ring and received instruction. In a show of sportswomanship, they high fived and wished each other good luck. Tom Hartman: Well that is nice to see in a wrestling match. Dexter Finch: Yeah, right before they tear into each other! The bell sounded and indeed the two ladies flew into a collar and elbow with everything they had jockeying for position, moving back into the ropes and switching dominant position with several rolls and reversals. The crowd popped pretty loudly as Ember managed to trip Zoey back into the middle ropes and both women fell through the ropes to the floor… STILL locked in the collar and elbow. Zoey forced Ember back into the guard rail and caught her with a inside elbow to the face, finally breaking the lock, then a hard SLAP to the chesticles, igniting a loud WOOO from the crowd. Tom Hartman: Whoa, what a slap from Valerie! Dexter Finch: Doctor Doctor, we got an Emergency! Zoey continued with a European Uppercut, Clothesline and a Roundhouse Kick all still up against the barricade really wearing out the back of Garfield. Tossing her back into the ring, Valerie followed her in and caught the rising Ember with a lifting DDT, planting her square in the ring. Valerie covered, but only got a TWO, failing to hook Ember’s leg. Tom Hartman: Valerie forgot one of the basics right there. Might have cost her the win. Pulling Ember up with her, Valerie immediately locked in and executed a picture perfect Side Russian Leg Sweep, rear rolled and muscled Ember right back off the mat and scored with a PERFECTLY executed Butterfly Backbreaker! Dexter Finch: WHOA NELLY, Mommas gon be hurting tomorrow! Valerie covered again, and this time hooked the leg by the result was the same at TWO. Valerie was clearly looking a little annoyed, and even slapped her hand off the mat at the announcement of it only being a two count. Valerie assended to the top where she steadied herself and allowed Ember to rise to unsteady feet and turn into a double boot dropk- NO, Ember uses the Matrix back bend to avoid! She springs to the middle ropes and leaps, twisting and catching Valerie with a crossbody, which she rolls through, and nails a Butt bump to Zoey’s face flooring her to a pop from the crowd! Ember allowed Valerie to rise an scooped her up into the crowd favorite Airplane spin! Dexter Finch: AROUND AROUND AROUND AROUND AROUND AROUND AROUND AROUND AROUND AROUND SHE GOES!!! Ember goes for a headlock driver on the dazed Valerie, but Valerie pulls her head loose, traps Ember and executes a bridging Full Nelson Suplex for a LONG TWO count. Valerie quickly looks to end things with the Z4, but Ember sharply and repeatedly begins to elbow out of the hold, to which Zoey masterfully transitions and counters into her trademark Arm Trap Neckbreaker! Zoey quickly locks in the Vertabender (Haas of Pain), but as she sits back into the hold, Ember uses her amazing flexibility and back bends through the hold and diving drills Zoey in the face with a falling forearm to the kisser! Ember wastes zero time and locks the dazed Zoey into an Ember lock (Omoplata crossface) Zoey tries to fight, but a mere seconds is all she can last before she taps out! Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner via submission…. EMBER GARFIELD! Tom Hartman: Well, Ember does what she does best and gets it done here tonight. And she’s looking around now, maybe expecting an drop in from a certain sword carrying lass… Dexter Finch: Joan of Arc? Tom Hartman: No… Vasuki Dex. Dexter Finch: AH! Gotcha. Joan of Arc… what was I thinking? She’s not even real! _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We cut backstage to the smug face of Charles Williams. Standing next to him is Freddy Morris. Morris: “Charles, you asked for this time.” Williams: “I shouldn’t have to ask for anything! Do any other champions in this promotion have to demand air time? I think not. I’m here tonight to talk about a guy all the people know, and it seems, foolishly, all the people adore, a Mr. Vincent Thorn.” Morris: “You two have certainly had your differences of opinion as of late.” Williams: “That’s putting it rather mildly one might say. The thing is Freddy, what his fans don’t know is, Vincent Thorn the athlete, the wrestler, I have no problem with. In fact, I’ve followed his career with nothing but respect and admiration for quite some time. My problem is with Vincent Thorn, the person. He’s arrogant. He’s rude. He rests on the laurels of his reputation. He’s so full of himself it makes me sick, and most of all, he’s delusional if he thinks the moniker of “England’s Elite” belongs to him and not the rightful owner of such an accolade, Charles Williams.” The crowd pops as Vincent Thorn emerges on the scene. Thorn: “Oh I’m sorry, mate. Am I interrupting something? I couldn’t help but hear you talking about the idea of England’s Elite, and since everybody with a brain knows that applies to yours truly, I figured I’d weigh in on the load of shyte dribbling from your lips...” Williams: “Is that so? I’m a champion, I’m a man’s man, a concept you couldn’t grasp if someone wrote a How To book for Dummies on it. I say we find out later tonight just who is worthy of that moniker. That is, if you have time in your busy schedule of talking out of your ass.” Thorn: “No worries, mate. I always have time to set the record straight. In fact, I got a few minutes to kill right now. I’ll see you out there, champ.” Thorn slaps Charles on the shoulder and winks as he walks away, the camera left on the annoyed face of Charles Williams. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ Tom Hartman: Coming up next, we have a non title match, between two men that just don’t like each other. Both consider themselves the best export of the UK Dexter Finch: Yuk? Tom Hartman: What? Oh, no Dex, the United Kingdom… England. Dexter Finch: Ohhhh, duh. The UK! MATCH 2 – NON TITLE Charles Williams © vs. Vincent Thorn _____________________________ "Sorry You're Not a Winner" by Enter Shikari plays as spotlights roams around the arena and the lights beginning to flicker as the tempo of the beat faster and faster. "SCRATCH CARD GLORY, waist low pleasure? BLACK EYES NOSE BLEEDS, don't look back now My white abode, do you remember? My white abode, But it's such a thrill just to find out... " Once we hear the chorus kicks in, out comes "High Class" Charles Williams soaking in the cheers from the capacity crowd, as the RAGE Jr. Heavyweight title sparkles around his waist. He has that trademark devious smirk on his face and winks for the camera as he struts his way to the ring. "SORRY YOU'RE NOT A....winner With the air so cold and a mind so bitter WHAT HAVE YOU GOT to lose But false intentions and a life so pretentious? " Once he is closer to the ring, he pops up on the apron and enters the ring and jumps on the second rope facing the left side of the arena, pulling off his title and holding it high to the cheers from the crowd, before getting off and waiting for the match to begin. "FEED Myyyyyyy FRANKEN-STEIN!" The music blares out and Vincent walks out in combat shorts which are covered in throne bushes. He is also wearing finger-less fighting gloves in black and wearing black elbow pads on both elbows. He has black knee pads on both knees and is completely bare on the top. Top half shows muscles and tattoo's. He stands on the stage and looks up at the arena and the poses to the crowd in a Randy Orton like way. Vincent slowly walks down the ramp and enters the ring via the ring steps then via the middle rope. Thorn then walks to the turn-buckle and again standing on the middle turn-buckle poses to the crown with Orton like pose. He hops off the apron and almost walks right into Williams. The two stand face to face, nose to nose talking smack to each other. Tom Hartman: Whoa, looks like the fireworks could go off early here between these two proud competitors! Dexter Finch: Somebody’s gonna get burnt! The referee tried to separate the two from coming to blows, but as the referee tried to push Williams back, he said something that caused Thorn to step forward and pie face him! And that was it! Charles shoved the referee out of the way the way and two of England’s best were exchanging solid right hands with each other! Thorns strength advantage would certainly come into play here, getting the better of the fisticuffs, but Charles didn’t become champion from being a slouch and quickly front kicked out the knee of Thorn with a holler! Williams quickly nailed a Low dropkick to Thorns face; stood up and looked for British Airways… but Thorn wisely rolled from the ring. But the floor would find him no solace as Williams rebounded and nailed a No handed suicide dive into Thorn, slamming them both into the barricade. Tom Hartman: Big time move by the champion and he takes full control for the moment! Dexter Finch: That’s why he’s the bird killer Tommy, he can FLY with them! Charles climbs back onto the apron and makes a spinning motion before running along the apron and leaping with the Love Me (Rolling somersault senton) right onto Thorns knees! The crowd groans from the impact and the yelp from Williams as Thorn rises and dusts off his hands playfully. Grabbing Williams, it’s an inside knee and a head thump off the apron, before spinning around with Williams in a circle to pick up momentum and rolling him in under the bottom ropes, but dragging his head back out under, and with a smile and a shrug, driving his elbow into the wind pipe of Williams! Charles rolled and struggled for breath in vein as Vicent walked casually back up the steps and ducked into the ring, suddenly catching the rising Williams with a quick clothesline! A Second! And a Third! On the fourth rise, Thorn bull rushes Williams back into the corner with a running spear slam, then continues the punishment with rising knees to the gut, climbs up into of Williams and balls a fist for the crowd, then starts unloading into Williams as the crowd counts along. Thorn gets to nine then stops, raises his fist and kisses it, then drives it downward- into NOTHING as Williams used the moment to escape through Thorns legs and nails a step up Enzigiuri to the back of Vinny’s head! The crack echo’s around the arena! Tom Hartman: WHOA DEX, you hear that? Dexter Finch: I can still hear the echo! E-lectric Tommy! Williams turns Thorn, now sitting on the top rope, and lifts his legs to the outside, securing his neck and drilling him with Tower of London (Rope hung cutter)!! Everything thinks it’s over counting along; …ONE! …TWO!! ..THR, NO! The entire arena calls out either NO or TWO or OHH! As everyone legit though Charles had him there. Even Charles questions with only two fingers. But deciding to stay on him, Charles looked to the top, slapping the top turnbuckle and looking back at the still prone Thorn. Williams popped to the top, turned and leapt with the Classified (Diving Leg Drop)… but hit nothing as Thorn rolled out of the path. Williams popped up holding his backside, and turned into a VTS- which Williams counter into a brilliant Bridging German suplex… …ONE! …TWO!! ..THRE, NO! Tom Hartman: Wow! Another long two! Dexter Finch: I like how they all say Twoooooo when they kick out. Williams calls for the finish and pulls Thorn up onto his shoulder for the The Bird Killer (Gory Neckbreaker)… but Thorn struggles against it, wiggling his legs stumbling Williams back into the ropes, trying to maintain control, but when Thorn gets his boots on the top ropes, he kicks off, flipping back over Williams shoulder, SPIKING him with the VTS! Thorn shoots the half nelson, and folds Williams way back… …ONE! …TWO!! ..THREE!!! Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner of the match… VINCENT THORN! Tom Hartman: Wow! What a shocker! You have to believe that will bring Vincent a future title shot for sure! Dexter Finch: That was a really cool move. Back to you Tom! Tom Hartman: Umm, Thanks buddy! But let’s send it back stage… _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ Backstage, Freddy Morris is standing in a hallway leading towards the ring. Morris: “Ladies and gentlemen, DDV.” DDV enters the scene to a nice pop from the crowd, a smile on his face. Morris: “Now Danny, it’s been a rough number of months for you, but it seems as if you’ve finally made it through your trials and tribulations as of late.” DDV: “You’re not kidding, Freddy. It has been a bumpy ride for me, but I was speaking the truth about things, standing up for what’s right, and I’m a firm believer that as long as you do that, in any line of work, you can never go wrong.” Morris: “Now that everything with Rex Riot and Chloe St. Cloud is behind you, what’s next for you?” DDV: “Inquiring minds want to know, don’t they? Truth is, now that I’m free to focus my talents on other things, anything is really possible. I could try to challenge for the Rage Title, or maybe even try to tangle with my good buddy Magnum Wolf and his Sin City Championship. Heck, I could even go out, find myself a suitable partner and challenge for the Duos Titles. In the end, all that you need to know, all that these people need to know, is DDV is coming full speed ahead, and now everything as you know it… is about to change!” DDV smiles and slaps Freddy on the shoulder as he walks away. The camera pans to behind Freddy, where Eddie Morgan was standing by a pillar, seemingly unimpressed with what DDV had to stay, cracking his knuckles. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ Tom Hartman: Coming up next, we have a return match of sorts, as these four men did battle at our initial iPPV, Sin City Showdown! Dexter Finch: Why don’t I remember this? Tom Hartman: Umm, cause you didn’t work here yet? MATCH 3 – TAG TEAM MATCH THREE-M v. Luv Connection _____________________________ "Party Like a Rockstar" kicked in as two cannon's exploded from the rafters raining down MONEY onto the crowd below! Felicia introduced GQ Money alongside his partner Mistah Falcon, who wearing his patented gold suit, struts and twirls, with a smirk on his, running a hand through his hair, careful to not let any of the fans touch him.... reminding that they can look but not touch, baby! GQ posed with his cane and smiled cockily. He then fired his arms outstretched (ala Randy Orton) and slowly turned around (ala Randy Savage) for all to soak him in. He looked around with his smug cocky grill glistening in the light, and nodded as he headed down the ramp, strutting with his SWAGG the entire way. Before they stepped into the ring and GQ threw up the "W for Whoa" hand gesture to another round of hardy boos. "Hear Me Now" played throughout the arena as Malcolm M. Mitchell made his way out onto the stage. He took a moment to taunt, arms spread wide, with his head up, soaking in the reaction from the crowd as his theme turned into Skillet's "Hero", playing throughout the arena. A smoke cloud engulfed the stage, and soon after Three emerged from the smoke. Three dropped to his knees towards the top of the ramp. He looked down at the ramp for a brief moment, then at 3M with a nod, before the pair set their sights on the ring. Malcolm entered the ring, climbed to the second turnbuckle, and repeated the same taunt he did on the stage, as THREE jumped onto the apron on just his right foot, then in one swift motion propelled off the same foot to somersault into the ring between the top and middle ropes. He doesn't stand after the somersault, but remains on one knee, scanning the crowd which cheers. Tom Hartman: So here it is, the rematch from Sin City Showdown and WHOA! Suddenly GQ and Falcon clip 3M and Three from behind. Tossing 3M unceremoniously from the ring GQ and Falcon continue to pound and stomp down on Three, double whipping him into the ropes as GQ goes low with a punch to the gut, as Falcon rebounds, hits a knee lift as GQ catches him with a Hangman's Neckbreaker! GQ covers, but immediately goes into a mounted punching-fest to the mask of THREE. The referee demands that Falcon exit the ring before admonishing GQ and breaking up the fists. GQ then went on a string of moves hitting a Stungun, followed by Rebound Lariat; backing out and nailing a Running leaping corner clothesline! GQ scoop slammed THREE into the corner in a Tree of Woe, then ran across the ring, smack talking 3M and distracting the referee allowing Falcon the opportunity to choke THREE out! When GQ and the referee turned back, of course Falcon was clear and innocent as GQ stomped in and preformed a Boot Face Wash and the a Running Strong Style Kick to the face. Dexter Finch: Y’ouch Tom. That one was a stinger! Tom Hartman: That’s an understatement lil’ buddy! GQ tagged in Falcon and they nailed a double team suplex, before GQ ran across the ring and tagged Malcolm, knocking him off the apron. As the referee admonished GQ, Falcon took advantage, literally throttling THREE with a blatant choke, until the referee turned and Falcon wisely turned his attention to trying to remove THREE’S mask, which suddenly seemed to re-energize THREE, as he sat up to headbutt Falcon in the chops and monkey flipped Falcon off of him! Three popped up quickly nailing a double boot dropkick to Falcon’s behind, stumbling him into and across the middle rope, neck first. THREE suddenly realizes the position and takes off for the ropes- and gets a knee to the back from GQ. THREE stumbles forwards, then suddenly turns on a dime and nails GQ with a spinning clothesline, before charging across the ring and nailing Falcon with a Tiger Feint Kick! 3M tagged in, and nailed a springboard Double Knee Drop to the chest of Falcon before quickly tangling him up into a figure 4, to the woooo’s from the crowd. But this isn’t no regular figure 4, he’s doing sit ups with Falcon locked in! Tom Hartman: Well this is different… Dexter Finch: Getting some cardio in! It’s so hard to find time in the day… Each time 3M sits up, he talks a little more trash, until GQ slides into the ring and aims a boot into the kisser of Malcolm, but THREE is right there to Cactus clothesline both himself and GQ to the floor. Falcon does a little dance in the ring before going for the "doing the splits" legdrop- crotch first onto 3M’s knee! Mouth wide and groaning, the crowd groans right along with him as Malcolm shoves Falcon off of him and comes back nailing a Zigzag for a long TWO count. 3M pulls Falcon up but Falcon mule kicks him, and looks for the Hotlanta Planta (Double underhook powerbomb) but as he gets 3M up, Mitchell pounds him with fists and Hurricanranna’s out of it… as THREE connects with a moonsault! Tom Hartman: HUGH moonsault! Cover him! But GQ tries to come into the ring again but is met by a Jumping Shoulder Jawbreaker from Three and a Faceplant (Fame Asser/Name Dropper) from Mitchell! And unfortunately for Falcon, the hits just keep on coming, as THREE pulls Falcon up into a modified Butterfly Piledriver (Butterfly Piledriver) as 3M nails a Sleep Tight (Busaiku Knee Kick that can KO an opponent) seconds before THREE spikes him! The crowd groans as Mitchell covers for the academic; …ONE! …TWO!! …THREE!!! Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners of the match… THREE-M! Mitchell and Three slap hands, looking really good in this match up. _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We open backstage, where Commish Steve Corman has his back to a locker, while on his cellphone. Corman: “Look man, everything is a work in progress, but have you actually been watching this B show since I took it over? Ratings are in places McBoobs would have never been able to take them.” The camera pans to a cross-armed Justin Cabrera, looking a bit annoyed. Corman sees him and nods. Corman: “Listen, we’ll talk later. I’ve got some business to attend to. Catch you later.” Corman hangs up the phone, placing it in his jacket pocket and smiles at Cabrera… Corman: “Justin Cabrera!! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Cabrera: “Please spare me the bullshit, Corman. I’m here for one reason and one reason only, rumor is, Vincent Thorn is taking on Williams for the Jr. Heavyweight Title at the next NWA show and not me. Did you happen to see last week?” Corman: “You don’t want any bullshit, huh? Then let me hit you with some truth. Truth is, kid, a guy like Vincent Thorn is a proven commodity. I don’t have to worry about putting him in a big match situation and hoping he delivers. He always does. He may be some smug little prick, but I can respect the fact he can bring it in that ring. You, you’ve shown me you can run your mouth, do some good things, but when the chips are down, well… I’m just not so sure about you in comparison to Thorn….” Cabrera: “Really now? You know, if I actually gave a shit what someone like you has to say about me, I’d think you were insulting me, but you wouldn’t be that stupid, would you, Stevie?” Corman’s features harden. Corman: “Alright, alright, calm the fuck down. Let’s see here. Alright I got it. You’ve got yourself a match against DDV tonight. You win, I won’t hesitate to put you into that match with Thorn and Williams. You lose, and I guess it proves I was right about you all along. So if I were you, I’d get that little tough guy stance, check your ego at the door, and get the hell out of my face before I change my mind and give your ass the night off. Are we clear?” Cabrera: “Crystal.” Cabrera walks away, Corman giving a lasting glance before heading off in the other direction. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ |
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| Ricky | Sep 27 2013, 05:33 PM Post #2 |
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Tom Hartman: Coming up next, we get our first taste on RAGE of what the team of the ELITE Women of Wrestling will look like. Dexter Finch: I have an idea Tom, and it’s Scary. Like, sleep with the lights on scary. MATCH 4 – WOMANS TAG TEAM MATCH Daughters of Darkness (Blaze & Gemini) v. Venus & Rain _____________________________ "Daughters of Darkness" – Halestorm plays and as soon as the music hits, 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 while simply either staring at the ring or at the ground; often just switching back and forth between the two. Gemini gets on the apron and flips over the rope into the ring, Blaze using the steps to get in. Once in, Blaze puts her lighter into her pocket and Gemini jumps on Blaze's back playfully, waving at everyone while Blaze is obviously uncomfortable, waiting for the opponent. Tom Hartman: We got two thirds of the 6 Woman Tag Champions, and they look primed and ready to go! Dex- Dex? Dexter Finch: Under the table Tom. This next part scares the bejesus out of me. The lights in the arena shut off completely as the crowd pops as Gustav Holst's Planet Suite ‘MARS – The Bringer of War’ begins to rumble ominously across the speakers. Hundreds of flash blubs explode from cameras and camera phones as the ominous tune picks up volume, a white high beam from the entrance way snapped on. After a moment, a large frame stepped out in front of the light, hands on its hips. After another moment, the figure stepped out as the white light flickered in the arena. The figure stretched her arms out, revealing the incredibly large arm span as one light from above snapped on, revealing the large frame of the Excelsior Wrestling Goddess Champion... VENUS, timed perfectly at the 1:20 mark of the song as the crescendo hits. VENUS again placed her hands on her hips and glared around at the fans as Marco Cruze stepped out from behind Venus and off to the side, holding the GODDESS CHAMPIONSHIP overhead. Venus continued to the ring and grabbing the top ropes, pulled herself up onto the apron and stepped over the ropes, entering the ring. She walked to the nearby ropes and raised one mighty fist over head, before running her thumb across her throat, as Cruze showed off the title in the ring, to all directions. He calls for a microphone. Marco Cruze: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE, RISE FROM YOUR SEATS, PAY HOMAGE, AND PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR YOUR REGINING AND DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED NATIONAL WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WOMAN’S CHAMPION OF THE WORLD…. RAIN SINGH!!! The drum beat of "Born free" by MIA started off slow as the lights started to flicker maniacally. Once the beat got faster, Rain Singh came out, hoodie up, blinding her face. Once we heard 'WOO" she pulled back her hoodie top and did a fist pump, then unzipping the hoodie all the way to reveal her new NWA World Woman’s Championship! When the lyrics finally began, Rain Singh made her way to the ring, not paying any attention to the crowd. Eyes intensely focused on the ring and only on the ring, she entered and immediately began liping off to her opponents about being the best, and how that meant better than them and better than Darkness! Blaze didn’t take the insult lightly, and walked up into Rain’s face and SLAPPED her, stumbling her back into Venus. Venus’ eyes went wide, and she pushed Rain aside and went after the DoD, but they wisely nailed a double dropkick, to each of the Goddess Champions knees, taking her out at them! Blaze and Gemini began a ferocious double stomp down, trying their collective best to keep the giant floored, but Rain ran back over hitting a Tilt a Whirl headscissors takedown on Blaze. Rain popped up and turned, right into a Hurricanrana from Gemini! Gemini hit an incredibly athletic looking Standing SSP, then debated a cover for half a second before she saw Venus rising. She quickly leapt to the top and sprang from the ropes with a flying cross body- that Venus easily caught in mid flight. Gemini squirmed and wiggled for all she was worth, but it didn’t budge the giants grip. Suddenly Blaze came leaping off the top, with an uncharacteristic looking double boot front dropkick, kicking into Gemini; the impact rocking Venus back and tipping her over… Dexter Finch: TIMBBBBBERRRRRRRRRR! Tom Hartman: Whoa, Venus is down! But it wasn’t for long, as Venus immediately threw Gemini off of her like she would throwing the covers off to get out of bed in the morning. Venus got up, incredibly fast for her size and with a double handed choke lift, lifted Gemini up into the air and walked her into the corner, slamming her into a seated position on the ropes, then slamming on quick and hard open hand CHOP across the chest, violently spilling Gemini to the floor with a sick looking bump. Trainers almost immediately make their way to her to check on her. Tom Hartman: Yikes, that- that looked bad. Dexter Finch: Some of EWS’ finest checking on sweet little Gemi right now, after that bad spill. Blaze suddenly realized the giant was stalking her, and got ready to hold her ground when suddenly she was blindside smacked by a superkick from Singh, crumpling to the mat! Singh quickly stood over Blaze, talking smack before going into a mounted full on assault of punches to the head! Meanwhile, Venus turned her attention now back to ringside, where the trainers, along with stablemate Bloody Mary were now checking on Gemini. Venus moved to the ropes, stepping over them and exiting from the ring. She immediately went after Mary, grabbing her by the hair and headbutting her! Mary stumbled back into the post, and Venus short charged her and crushed her into the post with a short range Avalanche Splash! Mary crumpled to the mat as Venus backed up with evil intentions in mind when suddenly the crowd popped and Darkness and Ambiance came running out from the back! Tom Hartman: WHOA! We got a pier 4 brawl on our hands! Dexter Finch: It’s madness, it’s crazy… it’s E-lectric baby! Darkness leapt off the ring apron for height and onto Venus’ back, locking in a deep choke on the Goddess champion; MEANWHILE; Ambiance hit the ring, ducked a clothesline attempt from Rain and caught her with a Thesz Press and knuckle! Venus struggles to shake Darkness loose, but the former Woman’s Champion, ain’t having none of it and Venus drops to a knee! Darkness quickly lets go, and tries for her KILL THE LIGHT… but Venus catches her foot… and stands up! Darkness finds herself hoisted into the air with a single right hand from Venus when… WHACK! Steel hits flesh as Gemini, who moments earlier appeared to be having another seizure on the floor, was now on her feet, weapon in hand! She suddenly goes completely loco, and starts unloading like crazy all over. Venus shoves her back to create distance… and Gemini surges back and swings… accidentally clipping DARKNESS! Darkness drops like a ton of bricks… and suddenly Gemini’s knees buckle and she drops, appearing to pass out. Venus grabs the frame of Darkness and rolls her back into the ring, as Ambiance and Rain take turns gaining and losing the dominant position in the fisticuffs. Suddenly the crowd reacts again, and it’s Luv, Money and Falcon, rushing to the ring. They quickly scoop up Gemini… and run off with her! Blaze sees this and bails from the ring, chasing after them… Tom Hartman: This is impossible to keep up with! What the hell were Luv and company doing? Do we have anyone back stage??? _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO COMMERCIAL*** _____________________________ Returning from Commercial, we open somewhere in the bowels of the arena. There, among the many boilers and other machinery is Gemini, bound to a chair, her mouth gagged with a cloth. GQ Money and Mistah Falcon step out of the shadows, and then, slowly, Leonard Luv comes into view, microphone in hand. Luv: “Tell me, Darkness, sweetie pie, do we have your attention? How about the rest of you skanks, hm? I hope we do, because there is a reason for everything we do, but right now I just want to gaze at the beauty that is, Gemini. How are we doing, sweetheart?” Luv brushes her cheek with his hand. Gemini tries to say something, but it’s muffled. Luv: “What’s that? You’ve always wanted to be tied up with three handsome devils like ourselves next to you? Why I do declare Ms. Gemini! You just sit tight while we address your little skank ass friends, ok? “ Luv removes his shades, a sly grin on his face, but make no mistake about it, Luv is serious, dead serious. Luv: “There is nothing this group is not capable of, nothing we won’t do to get what we want, and right now, we have your girl, so all you have to do is give us what we want, a shot at those 6 Man Tag Team Titles that you bags of douche never deserved to begin with. We’ll wait patiently for your response, but until then, we’ll take good care of your baby girl, won’t we fellas?” Gemini is starting to look worried, and suddenly begins to go into another one of her seizures. Mistah Falcon: “What the hell is she doing?! GQ, do something man!” GQ Money: “MAAAAAN, DIS BITCH BE CRAAZAY!?!” Luv surveys the scene, cracking a smile. He shrugs and rears back, hitting a swift and looking sick super kick right to the face of Gemini, knocking her and the chair over. Gemini is knocked out cold. Luv claps his hands together. Luv:"That wasn’t so hard. Let’s let our gal Gemini sleep a little bit guys. I mean, she’s had hard a long night. We’re waiting ladies…." Luv actually puts his head on the chest of Gemini, a shit-eating grin on his face, as GQ and Falcon share a laugh at the expense of the Daughters Of Darkness. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ Tom Hartman: Coming up next, in a match made earlier tonight by the commish… Dexter Finch: Commish? I thought it was CORMISH? Tom Hartman: …anyway, it’ll be one on one between Danny De Vries and Justin Cabrera. And IF Cabrera wins, he’ll get his one on one shot against the RAGE Jr. Weight Champion! MATCH 5 – ONE ON ONE Danny De Vries v. Justin Cabrera _____________________________ "Shook Ones Pt. II" by Mobb Deep began to play as the crowd turned to the stage with boos. After about ten seconds into the song we saw Justin Cabrera and his posse emerge from the back. They sat atop the ramp for a few seconds before continuing down to the ring. He slid into the ring followed by his posse who took his hat and his sweatshirt as he removes them. He then began shadowboxing, waiting for the match to begin. "HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW?" The instrumental opening of P.O.D.s "Boom" rang through the arena as "Hoochiah" rang through the speakers as Danny De Vries pulled back the curtain and took a few steps. He stopped, stared hard at the ring and looked around at the crowd, then shouted ‘D-D-V!’ as he pumped his right fist into the air twice and then punched both fists into the air diagonally from his body, holding them in a ‘V’ shape for a few seconds. De Vries then strolled confidently down to the ring, jogging the last few steps and slid underneath the bottom rope. He bounced up to his feet, punching both fists up again and bouncing on the soles of his feet. Tom Hartman: Both of these gentlemen made statements earlier in the night showing that they are eager to get title shots in the near future. While DDV hasn't figured out which title he wants to climb the ranks for quite yet, Justin Cabrera has made it clear that he wants to get into the scramble for the Jr. Heavyweight title which has been all the rage lately. Dexter Finch: All the Rage! Ha! How can that be all the Rage when we're part of the Rage Tom? We are fractions! The referee called for the bell and both men quickly moved in, keeping their guard up in somewhat of a boxing stance and weaving around a bit before Cabrera shot in for a double leg take down, but DDV stepped back and attempted to play Cabrera's game by launching a punch at him that Cabrera promptly blocked before shooting in with his own punch that nailed DDV hard in the gut! DDV clearly felt the impact and covered up as Cabrera backed him in the ropes with a flurry of powerful fists towards the head that were reminiscent of an MMA fight before the referee got in between and warned Cabrera not to use the closed fists and to back off since DDV was on the ropes. Cabrera did so, but not without a fuss being somewhat insulted by the referee telling what he can and can't do when DDV came off the ropes and capitalized on the distraction by driving Cabrera down with a double leg take down! DDV started to hammer on him but Cabrera covered up and eventually caught one of his arms, trying to pull it into some sort of MMA style triangle-esque choke, but DDV, thinking like a pro wrestler, rolled Cabrera up into a school boy pin as the Cabrera tried to hook him in! ...ONE! ...TWO-No! Cabrera noticed what DDV was trying to do and broke the hold, and rolled to the side! Tom Hartman: With Justin Cabrera coming from a background in Mixed Martial Arts and DDV coming from a more traditional wrestling background, it's quite interesting to see how their styles clash. It isn't often that you see strategies that are this different showing up so prominently. Dexter Finch: Cabrera is like Rocky, Tom. He's got the eye of the tiger and he is gonna go the distance, 'cause, well, I dunno. He's a fighter and that's what fighter guys do… I guess. Cabrera got to his feet first and jumped back on top of DDV quickly, clubbing him in the back before he picked him up and slammed him to the mat with a belly to back slam and continued to viciously strike the back of DDV's head until the referee got in once again and forced him to stop! Cabrera shouted at him again for getting involved with the fight and when Cabrera moved back over to DDV, DDV caught him and threw him back for an overhead belly to belly suplex! The crowd popped and started booing just as quickly as Cabrera no-sold the suplex, but they transitioned back to cheers as Cabrera got to a standing position a little slower and charged back in to be caught with a huge running STO from DDV! DDV pulled Cabrera to his feet and whipped him into the nearest corner, charging in only to get a double boot to the face from Cabrera when he did. Cabrera came back out of the corner with a flurry of kicks this time, chopping away at DDV's legs until DDV fell to one knee where he continued with kicks to the ribs and a lightning quick roundhouse to the head! But no! DDV managed to duck the last shot and when Cabrera turned around, he ran right into a text book tilt a whirl backbreaker that sent him right back down to the mat followed by a pin! ...ONE! ...TWO!! ..Kickout! Dexter Finch: Wowza! Cabrera's back sounded like what it sounds like when I crack eggs for breakfast in the morning and then I drop the shells on the floor because they are full of yucky feeling yoke! Tom Hartman: Well, in any case Dexter, I think this is why they call DDV the sensei of the backbreaker. That was textbook! One of the people in Cabrera's crew shouted for him to come over to the corner, prompting him by shaking a water bottle in the ring as Cabrera moved towards the corner and shouted “hold on a second. I'm getting some water dammit!” to a whole hell of a lot of boos while DDV briefly backed off, hands on his hips and a weird look on his face, then pointing to the referee with an expression that basically said, “what gives?” Dexter Finch: There aren't any breaks in wrestling you goofy goose! Tom Hartman: I think Justin's going to need to get out of that MMA mindset a bit if he wants to win this one and DDV looks like he wants to teach him the hard way. Cabrera took a long swig of water out of the bottle and handed it back to his crew on the outside, but it would prove to be a critical mistake as DDV ran full speed across the ring bashed him in the corner with a running snap forearm to start his Amping Up sequence! DDV pulled the dazed Cabrera out towards the center of the ring with a front chancery leading into a big knee strike, giving DDV enough time to let go and rebound off the ropes and floor Cabrera with a boston strongarm lariat to the back of the head! With Cabrera down in the center of the ring, DDV held his arms up in a V shape to get the audience pumped as he moved to one of the corners and waited for Cabrera to get up! He slapped his knee with an increasingly faster rhythm as Cabrera got up from his daze and when Cabrera was finally facing him, DDV charged across the ring attempting to nail Cabrera with a running knee trembler to complete the sequence when Cabrera tripped him in the center of the ring with a leg sweep takedown that he transitioned into an ankle lock! Tom Harman: What a counter! It would seem that DDV also needs to learn that giving your opponent an inch can come back to haunt you. DDV screamed out in pain as Cabrera wrenched in the hold and the audience booed the living hell out of Cabrera! DDV tried inching towards the ropes, but every time he did, Cabrera just pulled him back to the center of the ring! Cabrera locked in the hold and shouted about how he was going to get his Jr. Heavyweight title shot, when DDV suddenly propped himself up and rolled forward into a wheelbarrow victory roll! ...ONE! ...TWO!! ...THREE!!! Cordelia Steward: Here is your winner, D-D-V! "Boom" started up again as DDV stood back up with a little smirk on his face as Justin Cabrera held his hands to his head with eyes wide, absolutely shocked by the way that he just lost! DDV started to celebrate while Cabrera and his crew argued with the referee! Tom Hartman: Well it would appear that by a stunningly quick roll up, Justin Cabrera has just lost his chance to get involved with the Jr. Heavyweight title! And further more...- hey wait! What is that up on the stage?! A large looming figure could be seen briefly, half shrouded by the curtains on the stage before it vanished back into the backstage area. Dexter Finch: You oughta get your eyes checked Tommy. I didn't see anything up there, but then again… what if I'm the one going blind and need glasses!?! Gah! Somebody get me to a doctor! I might be going blind!! MOMMY! Cabrera continued to argue with the referee furiously as DDV made his way to the back, still smirking as he looked into one of the cameras and said, “Hope all the Excelsior champions were watching that, because you’re all officially on notice! DDV is coming for those titles baby!” _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ The deserts of Nevada. A buzzard soars overhead. Standing there, in a dried up river bed, is the woman known as Vasuki. She is clad in full fencing gear, minus the mask, a fencing foil at her side. She gazes out into the desert, seemingly paying no mind to us. Vasuki: “Why, Vasuki, they asked, would you attack the woman known as Ember Garfield? Don’t you know of her credibility in this industry? Don’t you know who she is? Why, of course I do! I just do not care…” She turns to us, slowly. Vasuki: “The truth of the matter, Ember Garfield, is you are not what you are hyped up to be, publicized by every magazine in these parts about your days in Ohio, like you were ever the quality athlete as those who are told about in the lore of that now defunct company. More importantly than your charlatan ways, Ember, is the fact that nowadays, you lack that warrior spirit, you lack the honor necessary to be looked upon as one of the greats, and yet, time after time, a true warrior, a true woman of honor such as myself, is cast aside for the pretty faces and their little delusions of grandeur. Well no more.” Vasuki does a few swipes with her fencing foil. Vasuki: “No, from now on, Ember Garfield, the history books of EWS, years from now, will tell of my valor, my diligence, my warrior spirit, and how it all came together to put a fraud like you in her place. This isn’t Ohio, Ember. Nothing will be handed to you here. Not if I have any say in the matter, for which, you should best believe I do. For now, take peace in knowing I am not there, wherever you are, bringing you to the ground once more. The warrior within you died long ago, but for the warrior woman known as Vasuki… the thirst for battle never dies.” Vasuki throws some more swipes with her fencing foil, as the cry of buzzards is heard again, the scene fading to black. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ Tom Hartman: Coming up next, it’s the EWS Reunion of the Former Tag Team Champions, THE CITRUS STING! But the reunion celebration might be cut short, if their opponents have anything to say about it, as The Preacher and Leonard Luv will be looking to play the spoiler! Dexter Finch: You know what’s coming next partner… Tom Hartman: I’m pretty sure I d- Dexter Finch: "HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE, PUT A LITTLE LOVE IN IT!" MAIN EVENT – TAG TEAM MATCH The Citrus Sting (Kumquat Kid and Sentinel) v. Preacher and Leonard Luv _____________________________ "HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE, PUT A LITTLE LOVE IN IT!" "Luv Addict" by Family Force 5 continued as Leonard Luv emerged from the back. He did his patented Luv Strut as pink pyros cracked and screamed on either side of him. He strutted down the ramp to the ring, paying no mind to the crowd that was booing his every move. He entered the ring and spun around, arms outstretched. Luv tossed his shades into the crowd and moonwalked into his corner, a smirk on his face while for whom the bell tolls echoed threw the arena. The Preacher was seen emerging threw a cloud of white smoke drinking a beer and puffing a cigar. He flipped off the crowd and spat beer into the air. He then walked confidently to the ring and entered. The referee tried to take away his beer but the preacher stared him down and walks to his corner. The arena was bathed in red and white light, and a spotlight highlighted a silhouette at the entranceway. “Adrenaline” by Gavin Rossdale hit while red and white pyros erupted. Another spotlight came on and revealed Sentinel, as the lights came up in the arena. He arrived wearing a black t-shirt (which he removes prior to the match) and a pair of jeans. As he made his way to the ring, Sentinel was quick to greet fans and shake hands, and even went “above and beyond” for children or fans with special needs. When he got in the ring, he stood in the center and raisde his arms in a V and looked to the sky with his eyes closed as though relishing the moment and, in turn, thanked the fans while Leonard Luv clearly was making fun of him in the corner nearby. Sentinel glared at Luv while the shrill voice of The Kumquat blasted over the PA system.. "HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAAAAAY!" Orange and green strobelights pulsed and flickered as "Sell Out" by Reel Big Fish blared and The Kumquat Kid emerged to a nice ovation, bouncing up and down with Dunk in tow, tossing out kumquats. Ryan sprinted down the aisle to the ring, slapping hands with fans before flipping over the ropes and landing on his feet in the ring. Having scaled a turnbuckle, Ryan yelled out “VIVA LA KUMQUAT!” to his adoring fans before leaping down into his corner, still bouncing as “Sell Out” faded out. Tom Hartman: There is a ton of bad blood running in this match, especially considering the dishonorable acts committed by Luv and his gang earlier in the night. This one could get ugly really quickly. Dexter Finch: Ugly like your momma! I'm sorry Tom, I couldn't resist! Now I feel bad. Sorry Momma Hartman! Luv continued to taunt Sentinel in his corner and Sentinel looked to dash forward in anger, but his good friend Ryan Lewis got in front of him and managed to calm him down a bit. Sentinel asked to be the one to start and Ryan nodded in agreement before moving to the upper left corner and instead of Leonard Luv, Preacher surprisingly moved forth to the center of the ring, ready to tangle instead! Sentinel shot Luv another glare as the referee called for the bell and Sentinel and Preacher both shot in for a collar elbow tie up. Both men tried to muscle each other around the ring, eventually ending up in the lower left corner with the bigger Sentinel overpowering Preacher until Preacher drove a boot into his midsection and switched places with Sentinel, driving Sentinel into the corner with stomping boots to the mid section until Sentinel started to retaliate with his own set of punches. Preacher changed his plan of attack and started blasting Sentinel back into the corner with shoulder thrusts, but Sentinel managed to eventually shove him away and caught Preacher with a drop toe hold that planted Preacher's face on the second turnbuckle when Preacher came back in on the attack! Leonard Luv moved along the apron and started to step threw the ropes right near Sentinel catching Sentinel's attention, but Luv stepped back out onto the apron as Preacher came flying back in with a massive spear to Sentinel, making it clear that Luv was just trying to distract him! Tom Hartman: All it took was a simple distraction by Leonard Luv to catch Sentinel's attention. Luv is in Sentinel's head and he knows it! Dexter Finch: How can you be in somebody's head Tom? There isn't a lot of room in there... unless of course you use a shrink ray like in the cartoons. Preacher hammered into Sentinel with mounted fists to the face that eventually transitioned to choking until the referee forced him to stop. Preach stood up and stomped down on Sentinel furiously until Sentinel gradually found his way to a standing position and that's when Preacher backed Sentinel into the ropes and whipped him across the ring looking for a big boot, but Sentinel managed to dodge the boot and fly into the air, causing him to collide into Preacher with a huge jumping clothesline! Both men hit the mat hard and rolled to their feet a bit more slowly this time, Sentinel having used the ropes when Preacher came flying in with a devastating knee to the face that Sentinel dodged and countered by wrapping his arms around Preacher's waist and tossing him across the ring with a German suplex! Ryan Lewis called for the tag, but Sentinel motioned for him to wait just a second and as Sentinel moved back towards Preacher, Sentinel got a thumb into his eye, causing Sentinel to stagger back which gave Preacher a chance to push Sentinel back and nail a snap powerslam on the rebound! This time Luv was calling for his partner, telling him to bring Sentinel back into their corner and Preacher complied by whipping Sentinel over towards him. When Sentinel hit in the corner back first, Luv grabbed onto his arms from the apron and held him in place while Preacher went to work on Sentinel with another vicious series of punches and stomps until the referee's count forced them to break the double team! Preacher began to argue with the referee, as he wisely moved around the ring to a spot where the referee wouldn't see what was happening in Luv's corner while Luv choked Sentinel out with the tag rope behind the referee's back! Lewis protested to the referee, but Luv let go of the choke before the referee turned around! Tom Hartman: You'd think the referee would learn to keep his eyes on Leonard Luv. If you give that guy an inch, you know that he will use it to cheat! Dexter Finch: This is a little off topic Tom, but do you know when Mr. Excelsior is going to start producing an action figure line for the EWS wrestlers? I'm getting bored playing with my Terry Bollea and Dwayne Johnson toys because I think guys like Leonard Luv and the Kumquat Kid would make for much more fun action figures. Actually you know what? Now I feel like playing with Terry and Dwayne again suddenly! (He pulls out a set of action figures and starts to play with them) Tom Hartman: Why did you bring action figures to the commentary table? Dexter Finch: Never mind that Tom! Terry and Dwayne are about to have an epic showdown! POW! WAM! Go for the Dwayne-Bottom… for copyright reasons!!! Preacher moved over to Ryan Lewis and started mouthing off to him about how he was going to destroy his friend right before his very eyes and that Kumquat would be next while motioning that the belt would be around his waist soon. Ryan just shrugged it off in a playful way, mimicking Preacher with a goofy face and over exaggerated interpretation of him, which pissed Preacher off, causing him to spit at Lewis in retaliation! Meanwhile on the outside, Dunk had made his way around the front row of the audience, passing out kumquats to them and on his mark, he shouted, “READY! AIM! FIRE!” prompting the whole front row to launch kumquats at Preacher in the ring! Preacher got bombarded with the fruits and angrily moved over to the ropes, threatening Dunk as Ryan laughed his ass off while on the other side of the ring, Sentinel had managed to get to his feet and retaliated after the multiple cheap shots that Luv kept planting whenever the referee's gaze hovered away from them with a huge elbow to the face that knocked Luv off the apron, giving Sentinel the chance to capitalize on Preacher's distraction by running at him and cactus clotheslining the both of them over the top rope in front of Dunk! Both men struggled to their feet again as Ryan cheered Sentinel on from his corner nearby and began to brawl again on the outside while Leonard Luv made his way around the outside of the ring, looking to get in on the fight after getting elbowed in the face! Luv shoved Dunk out of his way on his way over to the ensuing fight between Sentinel and Preacher and attempted to get involved, when Kumquat Kid ran across the apron and leaped at Luv, throwing him across the floor with a huge hurricanrana! Tom Hartman: What a hurricanrana from Ryan Lewis! All hell is breaking loose out here as fists, bodies and kumquats are flying around everywhere! Dexter Finch: Not to mention my action figures Tom. I just accidentally threw them into the audience behind me when they were doing a super epic move. (Making a face) Preacher had managed to take advantage in the fight and found himself stomping Sentinel into the barricade when Kumquat Kid returned to his feet and tapped Preacher on the shoulder, causing Preacher to turn around as Lewis shouted, “VIVA LA KUMQUAT” and blasted Preacher in the face with a superkick! Lewis helped Sentinel to his feet, and together the two of them rolled Preacher back into the ring and Lewis called for a tag, which Sentinel was more than happy to do this time! Sentinel scoop slammed Preacher down on the mat and made the tag to Kumquat who ascended the turnbuckle and dropped down nailing Preacher with the Natural Preservatives (Houston Hangover flipping legdrop)! Lewis went for the pin! ...ONE! ...TWO!! ...TH-No! Leonard Luv slid into the ring and broke up the pin! Luv hammered away at Lewis until the referee forced him to stop and he angrily shouted at the referee for getting involved while Preacher took advantage and launched a desperation low blow into Lewis' groin while the referee's back was turned, taking Lewis to the mat as well! The referee was having a lot of trouble keeping control of the match as just as soon as he got Luv into his corner, he had to run across the ring to keep Sentinel from coming in, which gave Leonard Luv another chance to slip back into the ring! Luv grabbed Lewis and whipped him into his corner, following it up with a very smooth Miz-style jumping corner clothesline that caused Luv to slip through the ropes and to the ropes as if he had never left his turnbuckle at all! Sentinel continued to grow more and more upset and frustrated over the cheap shots that Preacher and Luv had been taking all match, but the referee never saw any of it! Tom Hartman: Sentinel looks like he is growing very frustrated with his opponents, but who could blame him? His opponents have been cheating all match long and the referee hasn't seen a damn thing! Dexter Finch: How many times have the Citrus Sting guys been hit in the balls since they debuted in EWS? 50 times maybe? I don't know because it seems like a lot. With Lewis nursing his nether regions after the shot from Preacher in Luv's corner, Preacher got back to his feet and charged across the ring, planting his own clothesline rendition that dropped Lewis down to the mat in a heap as Preacher made the tag to Luv! Luv came in with a smile on his face and drove boot after boot into Lewis weakening him just as they had done to Sentinel as Sentinel and Dunk rallied the audience to cheer for Lewis across the ring. Luv planted Lewis with a snap suplex in the center of the ring followed by a rapid succession of fist drops and knee drops before pulling Kumquat to his feet and whipping him towards the back ropes, but Kumquat springboarded off them and caught Luv with a tornado DDT that caused Luv to fly across the ring to a loud pop from the audience! Luv stumbled to his feet twice only to eat dropkicks to the face both times and on the third, Lewis scoop slammed Luv and charged across the ring, rebounding and nailing the Rolling Kumquats (rolling thunder) flush on Luv's chest, rolling to his feet and shouting “Viva La Kumquat!” to the audience once again before going for a standing moonsault, but Luv got his knees up just in time! Lewis rolled to the mat holding his chest as Luv taunted Sentinel again and pulled Kumquat in position for his Luv Handle (Spinning Killswitch)! But Luv did a bit too much taunting as Lewis managed to break out and push Luv towards the front ropes and Lewis came running back in only for Luv to side step him and grab Lewis by the head, throwing him over the top rope and to the apron when suddenly someone charged into the ring and tackled Luv, and after a few moments, everyone realized that it was Darkness as the referee called for the bell! Cordelia Stewart: Here are your winners by disqualification, the team of the Preacher and Leonard Luv! Tom Hartman: It's Darkness! She has to be seeking retribution for what the Luv Connection did earlier tonight and she has just cost Citrus Sting the match in the process! Darkness laid into Luv with every rage filled punch she could muster while on the apron, Kumquat Kid regained his footing and looked to go back into the ring when Preacher came across the apron and nailed him in the gut with a huge boot, causing Lewis to hunch over as Preacher grabbed Kumquat's head and ran across the apron, jumping off of it and driving Ryan's face into the steel steps with the Genesis (Rko)! Meanwhile in the ring, Sentinel got into the ring and attempted to force Darkness off Luv despite his distaste for the man that she was slamming with punches. He picked Darkness up and dragged her away. She broke free and just glared at him, then went to go back on the attack when Sentinel stopped her by grabbing her arm and spinning her around, attempting to try and calm her down but as soon as he spun her around, she blasted Sentinel instinctively with a kick to the groin!! Dexter Finch: Make that 51 times. Tom Hartman: I can't believe it! Sentinel isn't her enemy and she just attacked him for standing in her way! That's very unlike Darkness to do something like that, which goes to show you just what kind of toll the Luv Connection's actions have taken on her mental state. Sentinel dropped to the mat and Darkness put her hands to her mouth as if shocked by what she herself had just done and when she turned around to find Leonard Luv, he was already gone! Luv stumbled up the ramp as “Love Addict” played again, snickering a little bit while holding his jaw from the attack as Darkness fell to her knees and gripped at her hair in frustration while Sentinel rolled around in pain from the low kick in the ring! On the outside, Preacher demanded the Rage Superstar title and held it over Kumquat Kid, placing one foot on his back, leaving him in a heap after the sickening impact off the steel steps! The camera surveyed the damage around the ring area before focusing in on a laughing Leonard Luv once more, two stepping and shaking his pelvis thrusts at Darkness as the show faded to black. COPYRIGHT EXCELSIOR WRESTLING SOCIETY 2013 |
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