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Friday Night Rage #8; 11.08.13.
Topic Started: Nov 8 2013, 10:10 PM (208 Views)
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Posted ImageLive from the Excelsior Hotel and Casino. Las Vegas, Nevada.
Friday, November 8th 2013


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DARK MATCH
Danny Supra v. Deacon Black
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Having not been seen in a while, Supra arrived in the ring, getting a decent “Hey I remember you!” reaction from the crowd. He seemed happy to be back in an Excelsior ring and ready to entertain the fans tonight before RAGE Officially Kicked off!

The lights dim down throughout the arena and then ‘Welcome To The Maquerade’ by Thousand Foot Krutch kicks in. A pulsing white light starts flashing, getting brighter and brighter. Suddenly the pulsing light stops… but there is no one on the stage. 10 seconds pass and suddenly the mini-tron comes to life with the face of Deacon Black.

Deacon Black: No. No no no no no no no no! I will NOT be treated in such a manner. I said it last week, I thought I had made myself clear. But inexplicably I am faced with the same situation again!? I am man of a certain stature in this world. I should inheritably be treated with the respect I deserve. My name alone should carry enough weight to it that I should not be expected to… entertain the unwashed masses without the proper spotlight being focused directly onto me. I want to be fighting WORTHY wrestlers of my time and effort. Not some simpleton that hasn’t wrestled a match in this company in months and has been brought in on a one night only appearance. I do NOT need to pad my record, Excelsior, I need competition! I need, at the very least, the main event I so rightly deserve! THIS…

Waves his hands around in circles at the crowd and his chosen opponent…

Deacon Black: …this will simply not do. Because once again, I DO NOT… wrestle in the dark!

The crowd in attendance once again begin the familiar chants of “YOU SUCK” directed at Black.

Deacon Black: PEOPLE. I too feel your frustration and grief. I encourage you to use your collective simple brains and your 140 characters or less, to tell Excelsior how disappointed you are with their treatment of their ONLY STAR. Let’s see if they can get it right… next time! THANK YOU… BONSOIR… ENCHANTE… and FADE… TO BLACK!

And with that Deacon Black kisses his fingers as the screen indeed, fades to Black. Leaving again, another disgruntled and confused worker left standing alone in the ring.


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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:

"FAIL. You know who you are…"

"ENCHANTE… DOUCHE!"

"I know who HE is… ITS ME! WHERES MA CHECK?"


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 One Himself, Dexter Finch!

Dexter Finch: Y’ello everybody! Are you psyched? I’m psyched! I’m EEEEEElectric!

Tom Hartman: Tonight we have a solid show, top to bottom. Matters will hopefully get settled tonight as in 6 man action the team of Venus, Rain & Mason Scott will take on Ambiance, Darkness & DDV. I can tell you that both Sentinel and Preacher will be in action, their opponents yet to be revealed. And in our opening match, a little tussle that has become quite personal lately, as Ember Garfield meets Sabrina Florence. Florence, has become increasingly paranoid that the women of the Goddess Division have been trying to take her spot. Starting with Vasuki, whom we haven’t seen since and now Ember Garfield has become her target. How this one shakes out tonight? Don’t know, but we won’t have to wait long!

*Suddenly the lights in the arena cut out completely, like a power failure, and remain in darkness for several uneasy seconds. Suddenly the mini-tron comes to life with static. The static runs for several seconds when suddenly there’s a quick flash in the static:

HE is coming

The static continues, the arena in darkness until:

#whoisHE

The arena lights suddenly return to normal.



MATCH 1 – ONE ON ONE
Ember v. Sabrina Florence
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As the tune of "Numba 1 (Tide Is High)" by Kardinal Offishall starts to play, Ember comes out from behind the curtain to a huge ovation, which causes her to smile from ear to ear. 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.

Tom Hartman: Ember receiving a huge ovation from this crowd tonight. And it’s easy to see why. She’s a decorated Champion, and a valiant competitor.

Dexter Finch: I like it when she whips her hair and winks at me. Makes me feel all tingly.

As the tune of Somebody's Gonna Pay begins to play, Sabrina skips out from behind the curtain. She then gets onto the top of the ramp and holds up her hand, making a rocker sign in the air, to somewhat of a mixed reaction from the fans. Now a mixed bag of boos and cheers, but Sabrina seemingly only hears the cheers, grinning from ear to ear. Sabrina then turns her body and lifts up her right leg and places it on the ground again to help her get a start down the ramp.

While the female makes her way down the ramp, she places her hands in her long brown hair and ruffles it. She then sees that the fans are holding their hands out but skips right by them. Once at ringside, she slides into the ring, making herself go under the bottom rope. Sabrina then bends her right knee and places her left foot onto the mat. While doing this, she does a hairflip with a sultry smile and a wink, pointing at the camera.

Sabrina finally pops up and bounces around for a moment as she heads to the closest turnbuckle. She grabs the top ropes with her hands and presses her chest against the turnbuckle to help get herself up. She then jumps up, placing her feet onto the second rope and lifts herself up with her hands. Keeping her balance, Sabrina looks down at the turnbuckle and the does another hairflip and sultry smile. She then places her hands up during the hairflip and makes her hands into rocker signs again, bringing her hands up into the air beside her. She then turns her body, causing her left foot to come off the rope. Sabrina then leaps into the air and hits the mat with both of her feet.


Dexter Finch: Woo hoo, didja see that Tom? Everyone’s winking at the Finchster today! Must be my new cologne!

Tom Hartman: Must be buddy.

Sabrina quickly approaches the center of the ring, and Ember is ready for a fight, striking a fighting stance! Sabrina seems to be taken aback by this, and steps back, looking almost offended. Sabrina begins explaining that she was just coming for a handshake, to which Ember quickly retorts asking if she really thinks that she’s going to fall for that trap? Sabrina again, seems offended, asking Ember what’s wrong with her, and even saying “you’ve changed!” Ember’s mouth drops open for the ridiculousness of the comment and she steps forward asking “I’VE CHANGED??” When suddenly Sabrina attacked, kicking out Ember’s right knee and immediately planting her with a short styled DDT! Sabrina quickly covered, but didn’t even get a one count before Ember kicked out. Flying crossbody and another cover… but Ember immediately kicked out again. A quick knee lift followed catching the former Woman’s Champion off guard and Sabrina nailed a neckbreaker slam! Sabrina stood over Ember for a moment, then dropped into a seated side headlock, to wear her down and slow the pace. Sinking the hold in deep, the referee asked several times if Ember wanted to give up, but Garfield didn’t even bother to respond. Several times, she shifted weight, rolling up Sabrina, but each time Sabrina managed to roll back to break the counts at two. Finally realizing her only escape route was to fight out of if, Ember began to fight to her feet. Once there she backed them both into the ropes and whipped Sabrina off across the ring; rebound and Ember went for the Butt bump to Sabrina’s face- but Florence slid under the attack and quickly looked for the home run, shooting her Sweet Dreams (Reverse roundhouse kick)- that Ember dodged with her Matrix back-bend! Both women came back up and around face to face and Ember nailed a quick Swinging reverse STO! Into a cover-

…ONE!

…TWO!!

Tom Hartman: NO! Sabrina manages to get he should up at TWO! Great exchange by these two ladies! Any favorites in this one Dex?

Dexter Finch: No, I like’m equally. I wish they wouldn’t fight over me. I’m a happily soon to be married man!

Tom Hartman: You and Mrs. Finch, I’m assuming? Does Ambiance know?

Dexter Finch: It’s an unspoken bond Tom.

Pulling her up, Ember rocks Sabrina with a couple forearms and European uppercuts. Her back into the ropes, Ember looks to whip Sabrina across the ring, but holds onto the whip and reverse pulls her into an Octopus stretch! Locked in tight in the middle of the ring, her leg clearly secured around Sabrina’s neck, Ember pulls back on the arm, trying to secure the submission victory right here! Sabrina fights and screams through the pain, trying to reach in vein, with her free arm to the ropes! Having no other choice, Sabrina drops backwards, rolling through, but still trapped into the hold, but close enough now to have her free leg over the bottom rope for the break.

Tom Hartman: That hold was locked in so darn tight, I don’t think Sabrina had any other options of escape. If that last ditch didn’t work, this match would have surly been over.

Dexter Finch: Painful move Tom, but a tough lady! I’d like to see Ember wrestle a real Octopus! Now there’s a title match!

Ember would go on a bit of a run, nailing a Belly to belly suplex, followed closely by a Backbreaker and follow up Scoop slam to the mat. She waited for Sabrina to rise and then ran to the ropes, and leapt, flying back with a Springboard reverse crossbody- that Sabrina ducked. On the mat, crashed and burned, Sabrina ran in drilling two feet into her chest with a baseball slide, sending Ember sliding to the arena floor with a thud. Sabrina quickly fled to the outside apron and caught the rising Ember with a flying Thesz press followed by multiple knuckle sandwiches. Rolling the former champion into the ring, Sabrina scampered over for a cover;

…ONE!

…TWO!!

…THR-KICKOUT!

Tom Hartman: OH, so close and Sabrina doesn’t look none too happy about it, slamming her fist off the mat!

Dexter Finch: Oooh she’s angry Tom. You wouldn’t like her when she’s angry!

Sabrina pulls Ember to her feet and whips her into the ropes. She drops her shoulder on the rebound, and Ember counters lowering her own shoulder and rolling across Sabrina’s back coming up behind her and quickly nailing The "Hot" Face Lift (Diving somersault inverted facelock jawbreaker)!! Sitting next to her fallen opponent, Ember lays back and nips up to a roar from the crowd. Sabrina slowly sits up and Ember looks at her… nailing a stiff shoot kick to her chest!

Dexter Finch: Ouch! That’s gotta hurt the boobies! Wait, can we say boobies?

Tom Hartman: Little late now partner…

Ember, locked in her finishing stance, motions for Sabrina to rise as the crowd begins to roar their support and Sabrina rises on wobbly feet. Ember shoots in with her Burning Bridges (Roundhouse Kick)- as Sabrina ducks and school girls Ember… HANDFUL OF TIGHTS…

…ONE!

…TWO!!

(Ember struggles unable to kick out due to Sabrina’s leverage…)

…THREE!!!

Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner… Sabrina FLORENCE!!!

Ember immediately tries to explain to the ref that she had her by the tights, but the referee explains that he didn’t see it, and indicates that it was a THREE count. Ember shakes her head in disbelief and turns- right into a Sweet Dreams (Reverse roundhouse kick) from Sabrina! The crowd roars their boos, but Sabrina continues to act like all she hears is cheers, waving and blowing kisses to her fans. She looks down at Ember with a smile, that quickly turns to a fierce scowl as Ember is already climbing to her hands and knees. Sabrina rushes past the referee trying to keep her back and double underhooks Garfield, and nails her with the 'Brina Bash (double underhook facebuster). Sabrina smiles and fixes her hair as she turns to the cameraman on the apron and pulls him in for a kiss… leaving red lipstick on the cameras lens. She skips around the fallen Ember, then kicks her onto her back, and mounts her chest. The referee screaming for her to leave. She pulls Ember’s head off the mat… and locks on a lip lock for several seconds before dropping her head unceremoniously! The scene fades as Sabrina skips off and the referee checks on Ember.


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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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We open with a shot of Mistah Falcon, fixing his hair, followed by a pan to GQ Money, examining his iced grill in his mouth in a mirror. Panning from that, and getting the loudest chorus of boos is Leonard Luv, chewing some gum in a rather loud and obnoxious manner. All 3 men have their NWA Six Man Titles slung over their shoulders, and Gemini, with loving eyes, gazes at Luv as he has his head tilted up, eyes closed under his amber wrap around shades, a sly grin on his face.

Leonard Luv: “So let me get this straight. Sean Roland defeats Mistah Falcon on the last Rage and everybody is talking about how he’s going to have my head next, how there’s this new and improved Sean Roland on the scene, and that everyone should be afraid. Let me ask you something, people, MY people, do any of us look afraid to you? Nah, no way, no how, and you wanna know why? Because as the saying goes, Sean, you can shine up a turd, or in this case, dress it up in dark clothing from Hot Topic, give him some new moves, some new entrance music, all that jive, and it’s still a turd, Daddy-O!”

The trio share a laugh as Luv kisses the hand of Gemini, making her blush.

Leonard Luv: “Everybody, even an athlete the caliber of Mistah Falcon over here, can have an off day, so as far as I’m concerned, you haven’t proven a damn thing to me or anybody else other than the fact you can get lucky for once in your pathetic life. So no, Sean Roland, Mr. Grim Reaper, Captain Emopants, you don’t get Leonard Luv tonight. Leonard Luv WILL be issuing an open challenge later on tonight for anyone with the cojones willing to step up, but that discludes you Roland, because you haven’t EARNED a match with a wrestler of my caliber. But tonight, never fear, because you will have a new challenger…. Tonight you face….GQ Money.”

Luv slaps GQ hard on the shoulder, almost knocking the guy’s glasses off. GQ turns to Luv slowly, his mouth dropping open, as he seemingly wasn’t aware of Luv’s plan, but Luv nods reassuringly.

Leonard Luv: “Roland… You defeat a guy with the credentials of GQ Money, and then maybe, MAYBE, we’ll start talking about you getting into the ring to lose to me once more. As of right now though Sean, the more you parade around, trying to convince people you’re not that same loser I put in his place time and time again, the more you’re wasting MY time. More importantly for you, Sean, aren’t you wasting Mile’s precious time too? Tick tock, tick tock, know what I mean? Good luck, hero.”

GQ seems less than thrilled by this, but Luv begins having a pep talk with him, as the scene cuts to ringside.

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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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Tom Hartman: Coming up next, as you just saw before the break, Sentinel’s opponent has been chosen and it’s 1/3 of the Luv Connection in GQ Money. Seems like a deflection to me Dex…

Dexter Finch: Can you blame Lenny? Sentinel scare the bejebus outta me these days.

Tom Hartman: Let’s send it to the ring!


MATCH 2 – ONE ON ONE
Sentinel v. GQ Money
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"Party Like a Rockstar" kicks in and two cannon's explode from the rafters raining down MONEY! The fans boo as the have come to know that the "money" raining down is actually fake money with GQ's face on the bills. And as the blue, green, yellow and purple spot lights blink all over the arena, the curtain flies open and GQ Money comes strutting out onto the ramp. GQ is once again dressed as a straight up high classed pimp. He holds a pimp-tastic jewel incrusted cane in one hand and a black 40oz chalice that spells PIMP in diamonds in his other hand. He holds up his chalice for all to see, before taking a big swig from it. He tosses it over his head, and it bounces on the floor. He looks around from side to side and quickly disappears back behind the curtain, pushing his personal security guard PHINEAS out from the back! GQ points at the chalice and orders Phineas to pick it up, which he does, big ol’ butt crack exposed to the world. GQ poses with his pimp cane and smiles cockily, firing his arms outstretched (ala Randy Orton) and slowly turns around (ala Randy Savage). He looks around with his smug grin, nods and heads down the ramp, motioning for Phineas to follow, strutting with his SWAGG the entire way. He reaches the stairs and climbs them slowly, planting each foot and strutting up the stairs and out across the ring apron. He over exaggerates raising his leg and stepping it into the ring. He pauses, turns to the crowd, lowers his pimp shades, raises his eye brows a couple times and kisses his finger and points to the camera. GQ steps into the ring between the ropes, leaving his pimp cane in the corner and throws up the "W for Whoa" hand gesture as Phineas claps for him at ringside.

Tom Hartman: Well we haven’t seen Phineas in a while, but I guess GQ thought without having the backing of the Luv Connection at ring side, it was time to bring out his muscle, heh, so to speak.

Dexter Finch: I like his shirt. It says “GQ’S BODYGAURD”. Is that spelt right?

Tom Hartman: Nope. But I think that might be the point!

“Pay For This” by Gemini Syndrome hits, as the crowd pops HUGE! Intense blue and white lights shine down on a lone figure in a black leather coat with a hood. The figure slowly and eerily makes his way down towards the ring, the lights and dry ice fog making the entire scene incredibly eerie. The figure reaches ringside, and turns away, flipping back the hood, to reveal the face of one...Sean Roland. The thunderous ovation engulfs the arena as the man in black snaps one finger pointing directly at GQ Money! He looks around at the crowd for a moment, and then throws his arms up in his characteristic V. At this very moment the ramp and ring are lit in red as electric blue pyrotechnics that emerge from the top stage! GQ drops into fetal position in fear and starts yelling for Phineas to do something! Phineas swallows hard and hitches up his pants, walking up to Sentinel wagging his finger as a cautionary instruction...

Tom Hartman: Ohhhh boy…

Dexter Finch: What?

Tom Hartman: This might be the last time we see Phineas…



Sentinel suddenly grabs the large man in a CLAW HOLD engulfing his entire face! Phineas screams a muffled scream under the large hand of Sentinel, when suddenly GQ comes flying through the ropes with a tope con giro, slamming into Sentinel, driving him into the security rail! GQ pops up and starts popping off stringing right jabs to the face of Sentinel, trying to keep the Reaper down. Alternating boots and jabs appear to be doing to trick, until GQ can’t help himself but to pause and show off to the crowd, in his look at me pose, followed by throwing up the “W for Whoa!” gesture. He turns back to Sentinel- and gets goozled! GQ’s eyes go wide as he’s launched through the air, bouncing off the outside ropes in the air, and getting uppercutted out of the air!

Tom Hartman: Oh my goodness, did I just see that?

Dexter Finch: Wow Tom, I think I saw his grill land in a bag of popcorn in the third row!

Sentinel pulls GQ up by a handful of dreads, and looks at his face for a moment, and then SLAMS it off of the ring steps, but yanks him right back up to look at him, and slams his face off the steps again! Sentinel repeats this punishment several times, before the referee sticks his head between the ropes to caution Sentinel, but a quick snap of the head and death glare has the referee running for safety! Sentinel continued to punish GQ outside the ring with a Throat thrust, a Knife edge chop so hard it removed GQ from his feet and a Facewash up against the ring steps! A Double underhook backbreaker on the floor seemed to be enough punishment to allow GQ to be shoved back into the ring. But the punishment would only just begin. A delayed air-suspended German Suplex saw GQ get deposited on top of his bean, only for Sentinel to drop repeated Knee drops until GQ rolled semi lifeless from the ring. Sentinel waited for GQ to rise on the outside before rebounding off the ropes, sliding out of the ring in front of GQ into a Three-point stance-snapping clothesline! The impact literally echoed as the crowd groaned and cheered.

Tom Hartman: That, right there was an impact! Sentinel is focused and lethal like we have never seen before.

Dexter Finch: Poor GQ is in big trouble Tom. I don’t think he’s going to be kickin’ it with any fly honeys any time soon!

Sentinel displayed his strength and pressed GQ overhead on the outside, looking to toss him back over the ropes into the ring- until GQ flashed a thumb to his eye! GQ landed behind Sentinel and with everything he had, bull rushed Sentinel face first into the ring post! Sentinel clunked head first and stumbled back, and GQ backed off and nailed a Running Double Boot Drop Kick with his back with such impact that Sentinel flew forward striking the ring post again, and HARD!

Tom Hartman: Oh lord! He didn’t even get his hands up to brace any of that! He tookthe full brunt to his skull! Sentinel could be out, or worse!

And almost like a well orchestrated play, GQ quickly rolled into the ring, taking the referees attention, as Mistah Falcon and Leonard Luv came speeding out from the back, laying in stomps and kicks into the fallen frame of Sentinel. Like a wild pack of hyenas they dove onto Sentinel, attacking every limb and appendage. But suddenly… Sentinel hulked up! Tossing both men off of him, Sentinel shot right back up to his feet to a roar from the crowd! GQ could no longer contain the ref, and he turned, however, only seeing a standing Sentinel between a shocked and awed Leonard Luv and Mistah Falcon! But suddenly Sentinel attacked! Striking Falcon first with a rising uppercut- Luv taking the chance to high tail it away from ringside! Sentinel took two steps to follow, but shook his head and turned back- just in time to see GQ flying through the air from the top rope to the floor, flying crossbody style- and Sentinel CATCHES HIM!

Tom Hartman: Whoa! He caught him!

Dexter Finch: Unreal!

GQ’s arms and legs wiggle feverously and comically, as Sentinel completes the move he was looking for earlier, tossing GQ over head and over the ropes back into the ring, then catching the rising Falcon with a “Scorpion Sting” (Superkick) to a roar from the crowd. Grabbing the top ropes, Sentinel pulled himself up onto the apron, as GQ regrouped and ran in nailing his- PIMP HAND STRONG! GQ straight up SLAPPED Sentinel across the face, while yelling "SLLLLLLLAP BITCH!"

Tom Hartman: Oh lord… he just can’t help himself…

Dexter Finch: Oh no, he’s gonna do the thing with the crazy eyes…

Sure enough, Sentinel snaps his wide eyed and fire burning glare of disbelief and furious anger back on GQ. as GQ is taken aback and immediately starts to back pedal holding up his hands in retreat and mercy. Sentinel steps over the ropes back into the ring and stalks after GQ who tries to run and dive from the ring for safety, but Sentinel catches him by his studded belt. GQ acts fast and unlatches his belt, springing free from Sentinel’s clutches and wiggles his way to freedom from the ring… and his pants. Yup, now on the floor in only his Sponge Bob boxers, GQ realizes this and tries to cover his shame. Sentinel reaches over the ropes and gripping Money by his dreads, LIFTS him by them as GQ lets out a high pitch girlish scream, finding himself lifted back up onto the apron! Sentinel loops GQ’s own studded belt around his neck and Biel throws GQ back into the ring! As GQ lands with a thud, Sentinel proceeds to WHIP GQ with his own belt! The belt snapping with a loud crack each time it connects with bare skin!

Tom Hartman: Sentinel is whipping Money like a mule, and the referee is giving him a ton of leeway in this match!

Sentinel whips the man all the way back to his feet, then again loops the belt around GQ’s neck, holding him in place, before snapping off a spinning back fist! The blow, knocking GQ from his feet, and quite possibly from consciousness. Sentinel looks around at the roaring crowd before stepping into the fallen frame of GQ Money and slapping on the facial CLAW! GQ suddenly snaps back to life, screaming a muffled scream under the hand of Sentinel! Sentinel muscles GQ back to his feet with a mighty heave and then slaps on the Nerve Hold Claw with his other hand, increasing GQ’s cries! And with a mighty lift, Sentinel SLAMS Money into the mat! Still holding onto the facial claw, Sentinel covers…

…ONE!

…TWO!!

…THREE!!!

Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner… SENTINEL!!!

Tom Hartman: That’s two members of the Luv Connection down! There’s only one left and you have to imagine that Leonard Luv is worried right about know!

Sentinel rises off of GQ, and slowly points the judgment finger down at GQ, then looks up at the camera and yells…

Sentinel: “LUV… you’re next!”


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***SCENE FADES TO COMMERCIAL***
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The show comes back from commercial as “Sorry, You’re Not A Winner” by Enter Shikari blares as Charles Williams emerges from the back in a Union Jack hooded jacket and matching track pants, the Jr Heavyweight Title over his right shoulder, to a distinct mixed reaction from the crowd.

Tom Hartman: “Charles Williams not really getting a positive champion’s reaction here these days, despite some folks still appreciating his in ring skills.

Dexter Finch: “But why? He’s British. Everyone loves British people, take Marry Poppins for instance-

Tom Hartman: “I don’t think Charles is of any relation to her, Dex.

Dexter Finch: “Well, what about that Sound Of Music lady? The hills are aliiiive-

Tom Hartman: “Wow Dex, I didn’t know you could sing!”

Dexter Finch: ‘Oh that, that’s not singing, that’s me warning people that the hills are alive. I saw this movie about it, and they ATE PEOPLE! Ahhhh!”

Williams is in the ring, hoisting his title high in the air, giving some of the negatively responding crowd a look of disdain before calling for a mic. The mixed reaction continues as Williams brings the mic to his lips.

Williams: “Whether some of you choose to acknowledge this fact or not, I am simply the best this division has to offer, and this title is living proof!”

Williams thrusts the title up high again to hit home his point.

Williams: “I mean, just look at a recent fact, I defeated this so-called great, DDV, so it’s obvious to me he’s not on my level...”

The crowd boos grow louder as Williams insults crowd favorite DDV…

Williams: “…Frankly, I don’t think anybody is-“

“Immortal” by War Of Ages cuts Williams off as Justin Moreno emerges from the back to a nice ovation from the crowd. He surveys Williams with a smile as he slaps hands with the fans and springs over the ropes into the ring. He calls for a mic and steps towards Williams.

Moreno: “Now I wouldn’t go saying that, dude. There’s plenty of talent in this division, and it begins of course, with the cornerstone of it, yours truly.”

Williams: “Oh not you again. Really? Really now? Is that the case? Because I-”

Moreno: “Yes, really! Really Really Really Really, Really now! Are you that hard of hearing? I guess that means you didn’t hear any advice I gave you last time, or the warning I gave you when I said I’d be coming for that title. Heck, the way I see it, why should I wait?”

Before Williams can reply “Crush Em” by Megadeth hits and out saunters the curiously creepy Billy Way. Way slithers his way down the ramp to the ring, touching fans faces along the way. He stops outside, pulling a mic from deeeeep in his wrestling trunks, with a wink and a smile.

Way: “Hey. What’s going on fellas? I heard what you said Justin. And that’s exactly what Billy Way says to all the boys and girls. Why wait? Why should anyone, in the right frame of mind wait for the fun times that await with Billy Way? I want action, I want excitement, I want…EXXXXXXXSTASY!”

Moreno looks totally perplexed by Way. Williams turns his nose way up in that classic British fashion.

Way: “But hey…. I’ll settle for a Jr. Heavyweight Title shot just the same, if you wanna get weird Chucky… cause I certainly don’t mind….”

Now Williams is officially offended. Moreno is laughing a little but is just about to interject when the highly annoying voice of Anthony Greek cuts him off from the top of the stage, and a small portion of the crowd pops while the majority of it boos!

Greek: “Gentlemen, pardon the interruption, but “The Evolution Of Man” Mason Scott, wishes to have a word with you.”

Scott emerges from the back to a chorus of boos, except for one little section of assholes cheering and hero worshipping this guy, as Greek respectively hands Scott the microphone. He surveys the ring.

Scott: “Mind? You little freak, of course we mind. We mind that you exist. I mind that a guy like Charles Williams has to be subjected to this crap. I mind that I have to be subjected to this crap. Bottom line, even with all due respect to you Williams, there’s only one guy standing out here right now who deserves to be a champion, and you’re all looking at him and wishing you could be him, Mason Scott!”

“Hold on, just a second there, Mason.”

Corman emerges from behind Scott to probably the biggest chorus of boos of all of them. He looks around a little surprised by the reaction, but undeterred he brings the mic to his lips.

Corman: “You know what I mind? People wasting precious television time, essentially, MY time. Especially if it’s the likes of you four. So here’s the real bottom line. Next Rage, we’re going to have ourselves a tag match. In one corner, Charles Williams and the guy standing right next to him that I’m sure he’s fond of, Justin Moreno. In the other, right by me here, Mason Scott, and… Billy Way. Consider it booked, now get the steppin’ you four!”

Corman exits to the back as Williams and Moreno exchange some words, as Scott and eyes up the creepy Way… Billy blowing Scotty a little kiss for good luck.

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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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*Suddenly the lights in the arena cut out completely, like a power failure, and remain in darkness for several uneasy seconds. Suddenly the mini-tron comes to life with static. The static runs for several seconds when suddenly there’s a quick flash in the static:

HE is coming

The static continues, the arena in darkness until:

HE used to fight just to stay alive

The static continues, the arena in darkness until:

HE fights for honor, just like his father did

The static continues, the arena in darkness until:

#whoisHE

The arena lights suddenly return to normal.



MATCH 3 – ONE ON ONE
Zoey Valerie v. Meghan Cross
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*SUMMARY RESULTS

Match started with an excited Cross offering Valerie a handshake, which Valerie rightly accepted.
The two women went quick into a lockup, which Valerie quickly turned into a Japanese Arm Drag, which she followed up with a spinning kick to the gut of Cross and a swing out reverse STO for a 2 count! Cross would try and shake off the early attach answering back with a series of vicious Buzzsaw-style kicks and topping it off with a leaping flying headscissors, sending Valerie from the ring!

Cross would go air born with a slingshot springboard Molly-Go-Round to Valerie on the floor, to a massive pop from the crowd! She would toss Valerie back into the ring, nailing a fluent slingshot hilo from the apron onto the former Goddess Champion. Cross would head to the ropes again, waiting for Valerie and flying off with a beautiful crossbody connecting with Valerie, only for the former champion to wisely use Cross’ momentum to roll through for the quick 2 count.

Both women would make their feet, Valerie first, turning Cross inside out with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head, then quickly heading up top herself and nailing a diving front dropkick for a long two before Cross would throw her shoulder up, gaining a loud pop from the crowd which has gotten completely into this match.

Valerie stalked Cross from behind, looking to spin her into the Z4, but as she spun Cross around, she got caught with a stunning STIFF Elbow, heart punch and Yakuza kick combo for a looooong 2! Cross would drag Valerie up, nailing a heel hook and a Leg trap sunset flip powerbomb to the amazement of the crowd! Once again the ref tapped hands once, twice, but a kickout before three.

Cross applied an Arm wrench into a superkick knocking Valerie back into the corner, then ran in for what looked like a money flip, but nailed a facebuster out of the corner.

It was at this point that Cross became very aware of a VERY boisterous young female fan at ringside that had been carrying a number of signs, indicating her affection for the young EWS Performer Cross. The fan cat called very loudly, and Cross took her eyes off the ball for just a second, and Valerie caught her with an inside cradle for a 2, broken up and immediately both women popped up and lunged for each other… Valerie catching and PLANTING Cross with the C4 dead center of the ring! The former champion hooked the leg bending Cross almost in half… for the 1-2-3!

Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner… Zoey Valerie!!!


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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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We cut to inside Steve Corman’s office. Corman is looking over some paperwork, when his door barges open and in storms DDV.

DDV: “What the hell, Corman?”

Corman: “Oh great, another one that doesn’t know how to knock. What is it now, Danny?”

DDV: “Don’t give me that shit, man, you know as well as I do that I belong in that Jr. heavyweight tag match next week!”

Corman scoffs.

Corman: “Maybe you do, maybe you don’t, but I think that’s a decision best reserved for me, you know, YOUR BOSS.”

DDV leans in over Corman’s table.

DDV: “Put me in that match next week.”

Corman: “No can do.”

DDV: “And why the hell not?”

Corman: “Because unlike you and practically everyone else around this place, I can see the big picture, and I see big things for you, Danny, if you keep your mouth shut and actually knock before entering my office.”

De Vries ponders his next move over a half second...

DDV: “Fine. I’m listening.”

Corman: “Good. See, I’m the kind of guy who likes to consider myself a problem solver. Now while I don’t consider The Luv Connection a problem, in fact, I find them to be probably the most entertaining, revenue driving force I have in EWS. BUT… I’ve been getting emails and tweets from fans already asking me to have them defend their Six Man Titles, and even though I may think most of our fans don’t have the business acumen of say, me, I do agree they need to defend those Six Man Titles.”

DDV: “So what this has to do with me?”

Corman: “Patients De Vries, I’m getting there. Sentinel has issues with Leonard Luv, and for some reason Excelsior is still feeding me lines about Ryan Lewis, like I should give a damn, but diehard fans love that Citrus Sting crap, so I’m giving them that, along with you, DDV. You 3 are challenging for the Six Man Titles. That’s why you’re not in that tag match. Are you satisfied now?”

A smile forms of DDV’s face.

DDV: “Fair enough. Sounds good to me.”

Corman: “Maybe even, you can win a real title, and not some Japanese trinket that I’ve seen you running around with…”

Corman’s eyes return to his paperwork, after dropping the last barb. DDV rolls his eyes, but never the less, sticks out his hand in gratitude. Corman looks up and just stares at it.

Corman: “I don’t shake hands with people who don’t know how the hell to knock. We’re done here.”

DDV snickers and rolls his eyes.

DDV: “Whatever man.”

DDV exits the office, leaving Corman to his papers.

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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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The scene is backstage as we see Meghan Cross wearing an Walls of Jericho T-Shirt, Lucky Brand Jeans, navy blue Chuck Taylors, and black and blue Rugby-style zip-up hoodie, preparing to get ready to leave for the night as she sits in the locker room with Baylee, her girlfriend, wearing a black sweater with black low-rise jeans and black boots. As Meghan leans her back against the wall, Baylee puts her head on Meghan's shoulder and starts to speak.

Baylee Delacroix: You did great tonight, baby.

Meghan manages a slight smile as she kisses Baylee's forehead, who smiles upon being kissed.

Meghan Cross: Thanks, love. Wish I could have won for you, but I sure tried.

Baylee Delacroix:Oh, don't worry about winning for me, dear. I'm just happy you got to wrestle. I sure miss you back home.

Meghan Cross: Aww, you're so sweet! I miss you, too!

Just as they start to lean in for a kiss, there is a knock on the door. The two women flash each other a sheepish grin as Meghan starts to speak.

Meghan Cross: I better get that.

Meghan comes to the door of her locker as she sees a deliveryman with flowers. She raises an eyebrow, but manages to greet the deliveryman with a smile.

Meghan Cross: Howdy! Can I help you?

The deliveryman hands her a dozen red roses and a box of Lindt chocolate truffles.

Deliveryman: I was told to deliver these to you.

Meghan flashes a smile as she signs for the goods and she says to the doorman.

Meghan Cross: I think I know who got me these...

Meghan tilts her head at Baylee, who blows her a sweet kiss from across the room, causing Meghan to blush as she shuts the door and sets down the flowers and truffles, walking toward Baylee, cradling her cheeks with her hands and giving her a deep, passionate kiss, somewhat taking Baylee by surprise as Baylee replies, happy but perplexed.

Baylee Delacroix: Uhmmm... ohhh-kayyyy... to what do I owe the pleasure of that kiss?

Meghan Cross: Because you are so, So, SO sweet and amazing, my dear... I mean, roses AND chocolate truffles? You shouldn't have gone to all that trouble for me...

Baylee looks strangely at Meghan and replies quizzically.

Baylee Delacroix: Meghan... I... I didn't get those for you. That's not from me.

Not believing her, Meghan wraps her arms around Baylee tightly.

Meghan Cross: You are SO modest, baby. That's why I love you so much!

Baylee reluctantly cradles Meghan, looking into her eyes, repeating herself with sadness and some fear.

Baylee Delacroix: Baby, listen to me... that's not what I got you...

Meghan jerks back, now a bit hurt by this.

Meghan Cross: Baylee, stop it, this isn't funny.

Baylee sadly responds back.

Baylee Delacroix: Sweetie, I'm not trying to be funny. My gift to you is at your hotel room. That's not from me...

Meghan now looks completely freaked out about the possibilities of what might be going on.

Meghan Cross: Oh, my gosh... this is kind of scary now, babe.

Baylee hugs Meghan tightly, who looks visibly shaken and upset as she cradles her head and repeatedly reassures her to calm her down between Meghan's tears.

Baylee Delacroix: Shhh... it's okay, babe... I'm here and I love you... it'll be alright, hun.... it'll be alright…

We now head back to the ring, closing with the shot of Meghan crying on Baylee's shoulder as they embrace each other tightly.

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***BACK TO RINGSIDE***
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“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 the center of the ring, a smirk on his face and a microphone in hand.

Leonard Luv: “People of EWS, MY people, I don’t know about you, but Leonard Luv is feelin’ pretty FUNK-AY TO-NIGHT!”

More boos from the crowd. Luv chuckles.

Leonard Luv: “Yeah, like I give a damn what you people think. So tonight, we’re going to do something extra special, we’re going to give someone deserving, more deserving than say, Sean Roland, a chance to step into the ring with the biggest star on the Rage show, Leonard Luv!”

Luv golf claps.

Leonard Luv: “So whoever you are, don’t be shy, and like they say on The Price Is Right, COME ON DOWN!”

Luv tosses the mic down and motions for someone to come from the back, then starts strutting a bit. Luv paced around the ring waiting in anticipation of his opponent when the lights went out and the crowd went crazy as “Our Truth” began to play! During the vocal wave at the beginning strobe lights flashed quickly, making everything appear slow motion. The movie started, and Darkness was seen at the entrance, fog seeping from around her and flowing to the ramp and around the ring eerily. She merely stood there, looking around as everyone cheered and shouted- except for Luv of course. Once the lyrics chimed in the woman made her way down to the ramp, and to the ring clearly out for vengeance for what the Luv Connection had done to her friends in recent times! Luv was stomping around angrily in disbelief and Darkness wasted no time charging into the ring and tackling him with a HUGE spear to the roar of the crowd!

Tom Hartman: Darkness is here and Luv is livid! Doesn't look like he was expecting that one!

Dexter Finch: How can darkness be here when there are lights on everywhere Tom?


MATCH 4 – OPEN CHALLENGE
Leonard Luv v. ???
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The referee calls for the bell as Darkness hammered away at Luv relentlessly with mounted punches that were the result of the pent up aggression that she had harbored towards him for his dastardly actions as of late! Luv scrambled on the mat while Darkness was wailing away at him, managing to get the ropes, but Darkness didn't acknowledge the five count, showing that she clearly didn't care about the match as much as she did punishing Luv! The referee shook her shoulder trying to convince her to break off the attack to which she eventually complied sweeping her hair over her forehead in frustration as she circled back and attempted to jump back on the attack, but Luv wisely slipped out of the ring, shaking out the cobwebs to a huge boo from the audience! Darkness didn't care however and set off towards the other side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes and launching herself at Luv for a suicide dive, but Luv was playing possum and side stepped her, causing her to launch herself face first into the side of the announce table!

Dexter Finch: Oh no! The pretty lady smashed up her face! I hope it doesn't look as broken up as my baggie full of animal crackers when I accidentally sat on them earlier...

Tom Hartman: Darkness crashed and burned here at our announce table and the audience sounds like they'd give anything to wipe that smug smirk off of Leonard Luv's face right now!

Luv indeed was smirking as he pointed to his head, indicating that he had the brains to goad Darkness into that attack and went on to deliver a series of cracking chops across Darkness' chest as she got back to her feet and leaned back against the announce table. Luv threw as much oomph behind each one as he could muster and Darkness' face contorted, the slightly exposed part of her upper chest glowing bright red from the stinging impact! Luv grabbed Darkness's arm and went to irish whip her into the ring, but Darkness didn't let go, instead pulling Luv into a boot to the stomach that she used to set him up for a DDT to plant him face first on the floor outside the ring! With Luv down on the floor clutching his nose, Darkness rolled back into the bring to break the count and then back out onto the apron, motioning with her hand as she hunched down by one of the corner posts and waited for Luv to rise to his feet. Luv did indeed rise, turning around to be caught by a huge diving hurricanrana from the apron laying Luv out on the floor again as Darkness executed it in such a way where she landed in a kneeling position on one knee and raised an arm into the air to acknowledge the audience's cheers while Luv rolled around and sold the move almost comically well!

Tom Hartman: Darkness just landed a huge apron-conrana and the audience is loving it! It's about time someone gave that troublemaker what has been coming to him.

Dexter Finch: Apron-conrana! Is it just me or does it seem like someone hits Lenny Luv with one of those every other week?

Darkness moved back over to Luv who was laying up against the barricade and Luv threw his fingers up into her eyes as soon as she got within proximity of him, causing her to stumble back. Luv grabbed her while she was nursing her eyes and aggressively whipped her shoulder first into the barricade, clearly saying, “no more nice doctor Luv” as he pursued the attack and lifted her up, dropping her chest first on the barricade! Luv took his time driving cocky stomps into Darkness's shoulder and driving her deep into the barricade and on the last attempt, Luv pelvic thrusted towards Darkness' face shouting, “Oooowwowwoww!” with a shit-eating grin on his face, when Darkness got up and slammed him back on the ground with a double leg takedown! Darkness slammed several more mounted fists into Luv, but Luv blocked most of them this time and caught her arms, reversing the much lighter Darkness onto her back and grabbing her by the hair and slowly forcing her to her feet. Darkness attempted to throw some strikes at Luv, connecting but losing power when Luv twisted her hair in response to wrench on more pain as he rolled her into the ring and jumped up onto the apron himself, ascending the turnbuckle soon after! Luv taunted the audience as he waited for Darkness to rise to her feet, but he waited a split second too long as when he jumped off the turnbuckle looking for a crossbody, Darkness instinctively jumped up and caught him in the chest with a drop kick, taking them both to the mat!

Tom Hartman: Darkness countered with a textbook-perfect dropkick and now they are both down! Leonard Luv despite his cheating ways is still one of the most talented wrestlers in the world and Darkness is proving that she has what it takes to hang with the best the men have to offer.

Dexter Finch: All is fair in Luv and war Tom, except I wish Lenny wouldn't try to smash her face like animal crackers anymore.

The audience began to clap rhythmically, willing the competitors (particularly Darkness) up as the two of them worked their ways to a standing position in the center of the ring and Luv was the first to launch, going for a clothesline that Darkness ducked under and immediately when he rebounded off the ropes, Darkness shot her Kill The Light (superkick) at him, but Luv caught her foot and spun her around, kicking her in the gut when she spun to face him and setting her up for a piledriver, but when he tried to drive her into the mat, Darkness sprung her feet off the mat, causing Luv to accidentally boost her into a powerbomb position on his shoulders instead! Luv attempted to finish the counter chain by driving Darkness into the mat with a powerbomb, but Darkness countered yet again and rolled over Luv's shoulder, completing a beautifully executed sunset flip pin!

...ONE!

...TWO!!

...TH-No! Luv barely managed to kick out!

Tom Hartman: She almost had him!

Dexter Finch: Hey! That's what I said!

Tom Hartman: No, I don't think you said that Dex.

Dexter Finch: Oh.....

Darkness swiped her hair out of her eyes in frustration and rolled back to her feet and moved back towards Luv, but Luv caught her with an arm wringer transitioned into his Luv Handle (spinning killswitch) finisher, but Darkness rolled her shoulders and somehow managed to get out of the hold, pushing Luv towards the ropes and catching him with Kill the Lights (superkick) on the rebound! Luv went down when.....

???: DARKY!!! HELP ME PLEASE!!!

Darkness turned around in alarmed way to see Gemini on the mini-tron! Gemini was tied up on a wooden chair and screaming for help somewhere backstage as Darkness' skin visibly grew into a cold panic as she looked around frantically, trying to figure out what to do before diving from the ring and charging up the ramp while Luv held his jaw and smiled at the opposite end of the ring and the referee started the ten count! Darkness booked it towards the backstage area and it was clear that she wasn't coming back! “1, 2, 3 ….. 8, 9, 10!”

Cordelia Stewart: Here is your winner by countout, Leonard Luv!


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We open backstage, where Darkness is frantically searching for Gemini.

Darkness: “GEMINI? WHERE ARE YOU? HAS ANYONE SEEN-“

Darkness is clobbered from behind by VENUS, followed by a swift side kick from Rain Singh, Marco Cruze watching on, almost like a proud parent. Darkness tries to pull herself to her feet, when a sick stomp from VENUS puts her back down and out. Singh twists her hair with her finger.

Rain Singh: ‘Gee, I guess there’s no Gemini here!”

Cruze gets the biggest laugh out of that as he steps between them.

Marco Cruze: Ladies, our match is next? Why don’t we give Darky a little tow down to the ring, hmm?

With a nod to VENUS, she grips Darkness’ arms and begins dragging her to the gorilla position.

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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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MATCH 5 – Inter-gender 6 person Tag
Venus, Rain Singh & Mason Scott v. Ambiance, Darkness & DDV
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“Money” by Pink Floyd begins to play, signaling the entrance of the faction known as ELITE. Rain Singh emerges first to a round of boos, as she smiles and claps and points to the curtain as VENUS comes through dragging Darkness, now by a handful of hair! Barely conscious, Darkness tries to pry her hair free from the mighty hands of VENUS as Marco Cruze taunts the multi-time Woman’s Champion. On order from Cruze, VENUS hauls up Darkness in a double handed chokelift, holding her there for several moments, before CHOKEBOMBING her on the arena floor, her head bouncing viciously off the concrete! Marco smiles and grabs a mic from his jacket.

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…. & YOUR REGINING AND DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED GODDESS CHAMPION OF EXCELSIOR WRESTLING SOCIETY…. RAIN SINGH & VEN- ARRGH!!!

Suddenly Cruze is clipped from behind by a charging Danny De Vries to a roar of the crowd as Ambiance is only a half step behind him and leaps onto the NWA Champion, hammering her with closed hammer fists! VENUS tries to step in to help, but Ambiance leans to the side and side kicks out the knee of the Goddess Champion! VENUS howls and stumbles back, dropping to her injured knee as Ambiance continues to pound away. Meanwhile DDV, has pulled the frame of Marco off the arena floor and up to his feet, with two handfuls of the mans suit, holding him eye to eye, when suddenly De Vries gets clipped out from behind by Mason Scott, who starts unloading a vicious stomp down onto De Vries, as Anthony Greek runs his pudgy little butt out between everyone and begins his introduction!

Anthony Greek: Ladies and gentleman, it is my honor and privilege to introduce you to the highlight of the night! He weighs in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds of perfection, and stands at six feet, four inches of absolute invincibility! He hails, from the GREATEST city in the wooooooorld, In-de-pen-dance Missouri!!! HE IS, "The Evolution of Man", MAAA-YOUCH!!!!

But Greek would get cut off before completing his intro as DDV launched Scott into Greek, spear style!

Tom Hartman: Good lord this has broken down into a pier 4 brawl!

DDV now on top of Scott hammering away, as ELITE has now turned the tables on Ambiance, double teaming her with a vicious stomp down, while VENUS boot chokes her! Suddenly VENUS sees DDV hammering away on Scott and steps in, side crescent kicking De Vries in the face! The crowd pops as Danny hops up, holding his face, but his fist clenched! VENUS snarls at DDV as De Vries grits his teeth, each of them staring the other down!

Tom Hartman: Holy smokes, we might get DDV and VENUS right here!

Dexter Finch: But but, he’s a dude and she’s a girl…

DDV looks around seemingly to debate his next move, when Scott makes it for him, shoving DDV from behind, stumbling him unexpectedly into an overhead CHOP from VENUS! DDV’s knees buckle for a moment, but he doesn’t go down. VENUS smirks at Scott and takes a two step Running Spear on DE VRIES! Scott rises with a smile of his own, and slaps VENUS on the behind! He reaches down and grabs DDV, and advises ELITE to do the same with Ambiance. Mason drags DDV down towards the ring in a side headlock, but DDV returns to life and begins running with Scott, slamming him into the ring apron chest first to a mighty groan. DDV unloads a vicious European uppercut that almost knocks Scott out of both of his boots! He stumbles in a circle punch drunk and DDV removes him from his feet with a Boston Strongarm Lariat!

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Meanwhile, Ambiance has followed suit, and is throwing strong punches at anything that moves! Medical staff continue to check over Darkness on the ramp, and have brought out a stretcher. Referee’s comes flooding out to separate both teams, trying to stop the brawl from escalating any further.

Tom Hartman: What a crazy start, and this match hasn’t even officially begun! Quick break and we’ll try and regain some semblance of order!

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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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The show returns from break and DDV and Ambiance are now on one side of the ring, as ELITE and Scott are on the other, each side talking strategy.

Tom Hartman: Well, here’s what we know folks. Darkness has been stretched out of the Millionaires Club and is being seen backstage by the medical staff as we speak. I think the referee is trying to ascertain if this match will continue, as a Handicap match…

Tornado by Little Big Town begins with a video background of rain and a tornado with letters spinning around. The twister spins through and spells out her name as she confidently struts out, all the way to the ring. She stares down Ambiance as she freaks the F-Out, DDV having to restrain her as Cailin looks on at Ambiance with a pompous smile, only egging her on more.

DDV, trying to play referee tries to talk down Ambiance, but she continues to scream and curse at Dillon, even accusing her of being behind the masked attackers. Ambiance makes it clear that there’s no way she’s tagging with Dillon, when Cailin shoots across the ring suddenly and nails a low dropkick to VENUS’ right knee! She falls from the apron, and clunks her head off it on the way down! Before anyone can react, Cailin brings Rain in the hard way with a hip toss, sending Rain down hard on her bottom! Cailin unloaded a kick to the chest and a sharp kick to the side of the head, then took a half second to strut her stuff to Mason Scott on the apron. Scott looked around with a big dumb guy smile, raising his eye brows at her, and motioning for a kiss on the cheek. Cailin licked her lips… and BACKHANDED Scott to a roar from the crowd!

Tom Hartman: Good lord what a smack!

Dexter Finch: Y’ouchies Tom. This kitty’s got claws!

Dillon returned focus to Rain as Mason protested the slap to the referee. Offa whip, Dillon caught Rain with a spinning backbreaker, into standing moonsault and then turned the NWA champion over into a Texas Cloverleaf, but as she turned her over, she spotted VENUS stepping into the ring, shoving the referee aside, coming straight for her. VENUS grabbed hold of Cailin, pulling her up off her feet in a modified off the ground bearhug, then pivoted with a belly to belly slam! VENUS rose with a mighty roar, then turned back just in time for Ambiance to step off of Cailin back, and slam a double boot dropkick into her mush! VENUS stumbled all the way back into the ropes, falling into them, into the arms trapped Andre Spot, to a pop from the crowd! Ambiance immediately turned and grabbed to handfuls of Cailin’s blonde hair and forcibly dragged her to their corner, throwing her into the corner! Ambiance stepped out, long enough to tag herself into the match!

Tom Hartman: Not exactly your run of the mill tag…

Dexter Finch: Nope. Mrs. Finch doesn’t really mix well with others.

Ambiance flew across the ring as both Mason and the referee worked to free the arms of VENUS as Ambiance slammed a forearm into the kisser of Scott, knocking him off the apron, then proceeded to start an angry stomp of the Goddess champions arms! Stomping the proverbial mud hole, Ambiance continued until her kicks actually freed VENUS from the ropes, then proceeded to angry stomp her straight out of the ring, until she fell to the floor with a meaty thump! Dusting off her hands, she turned back as the NWA Champion exploded with a Rebellion (Bicycle kick)- CAUGHT by Ambiance! Ambiance allowed Rain to hop on the foot for a moment, then swung it over the middle ropes, kicked a suspect looking thigh kick and snap DDT’ed Rain! The crowd popped huge as the former NWA World Woman’s Champion climbed herself onto the middle ropes, sitting on the top turnbuckle. Scott, hopped back up on the apron, and made a play to grab Ambiances boot, but seeing it coming, she pulled away and kicked Scott in the face, again knocking him from the apron! Rain rises and Ambiance leaps… connecting with an Overcastle neckbreaker! Ambiance crawls into a cover, shooting the half nelson…

…ONE!

…TWO!!

…TH-

Tom Hartman: NO! VENUS just dragged her out of the ring… OHHH! Open palm SLAP to the chest!

Dexter Finch: Oh no, not her chest!?!

Ambiance drops to the floor, holding what used to be her chest before it got caved in, as VENUS applies a foot choke, and even Scott gets in on it, jaw jacking Ambiance for the earlier attacks. Suddenly… DDV comes diving through the ropes full force into both Scott and VENUS with a Running Suicide Elbow! Turning in mid flight, the elbow clipping Mason and his powerful legs slamming into the kisser of VENUS, taking them both to the floor! De Vries pops up to a roar from the crowd, grabbing hold of Scott in a clinch and starts working him over with those deadly knees! DDV kicks back his leg for the final coup de grace big knee, but VENUS reacts, swiping out DDV’s other leg back, causing Danny to slam face first onto the ring mats! Holding his nose, it’s Scott throwing dropping knees to the back of DDV’s skull.

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Meanwhile it’s Cailin and Rain going toe to toe again in the ring, Rain catching her with an inside knee to the gut, and a modified Curb Stomp to Dillon! She deposits the Cailin from the ring and tells VENUS to bring Ambiance back in. VENUS follows the instruction and Rain toys with Ambiance in the ring.

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Meanwhile DDV and Mason have battled each other into the crowd and VENUS tosses Cailin into the barricade with a double choke toss.

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Rain waits in waiting for Ambiance to get to her feet, and then shoots in for the Rain on the Slu- reversed by Ambiance, shoving Rain into the ropes… Shattered Dollhouse!!! (Codebreaker)

Tom Hartman: Shattered Dollhouse! She got her!

Dexter Finch: Come on baby…

Ambiance crawled on top as the crowd counted along…

…ONE!

…TWO!!

…THREE!!!

Tom Hartman: She did it!

Dexter Finch: Yaa Hoo! Free Yoohoos on me!

Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners of the match, the team of DDV, Cailin Dillon and AMBIANCE!!!

VENUS drags Rain from the ring by her foot as Ambiance looks on. Dillon slowly rolls herself into the ring and uses the ropes to pull herself up. Ambiance watches as Dillon rises and looks to get herself in position to fight… when she’s clipped from behind by one of the masked assailants. The masked attacker stomps down on Ambiance over and over, before dropping down and applying a crippler crossface! Ambiance screams in pain as Cailin watches on. She looks around as the crowd urges her to do something. Dillon watches Ambiance for a moment longer, and turns to leave. She steps half way between the ropes, then looks back. With a heavy sigh, for whatever reason, she walks over to the attacker, grabbing two handfuls of the black mask, trying to either pull it off, or pull the person off of Ambiance. Either way, the mask comes off just enough, for some blonde locks of hair to be exposed out from under the mask, before the second masked assailant slides in and clobbers Dillon from behind with a running crosscheck from behind! The second attacker pulls Dillon up with Ease and drops her viciously with a Back to Belly piledriver! Before each attacker would cut off Ambiance, each grab an arm, placing one foot each on the back off her head… and viciously double curb stomping her out. The scene fades to the back as the assailants were once again escorted out of the ring by security.


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***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE***
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We open with Steve Corman sitting at his desk, drinking some coffee and enjoying tonight’s programming. There’s a knock at the door.

Corman: “Come in.”

In walks Vincent Thorn to a nice ovation from the crowd. Corman doesn’t seem equally pleased, as he simply motions for Thorn to have a seat.

Thorn: “I heard you asked to see me, mate. What’s the news?”

Corman huffs.

Corman: “What’s the news? I ask you to come to my office about a serious concern I have, and that’s all you have to say for yourself?”

Thorn: “I- I don’t understand.”

Corman: “Understand this..‘mate’. If you don’t get your act together around here, things are going to be pretty bleak for your future.”

Thorn: “What exactly does that mean?”

Corman: “What do I mean? What I mean is tonight you have a match, with a guy you’re quite familiar with, Preacher. You win, great, good for you and your career in Excelsior. If you don’t, you may not like the next conversation we have. Are we clear?”

Thorn stands up, just glaring at Corman.

Thorn: “Crystal.”

Thorn turns and walks away, leaving Corman to his coffee, as he just shakes his head in disgust in Thorn’s general direction.

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***COMMERCIAL BREAK***
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*Suddenly the lights in the arena cut out completely, like a power failure, and remain in darkness for several uneasy seconds. Suddenly the mini-tron comes to life with static. The static runs for several seconds when suddenly there’s a quick flash in the static:

HE is coming

The static continues, the arena in darkness until:

People in Vegas fight in rings, HE used to fight in the City Of Sin on rooftops...

The static continues, the arena in darkness until:

From where HE sits, holds all the cards...

The static continues, the arena in darkness until:

DID YOU FIGURE IT OUT YET...?

#whoisHE

The arena lights suddenly return to normal.



MAIN EVENT – ONE ON ONE
The Preacher v. Vincent Thorn
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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 (Dunk was also wearing a beer helmet that had Mr. Pibb in it instead and carrying a large box of nachos). Ryan walked casually down the isle this time with his Rage Superstar title over is shoulder, raising it up into the air when he got to the ringside area whilst shouting, “VIVA LA KUMQUAT!” to his adoring fans as him and Dunk made there way around to the commentary booth.

Tom Hartman: As we heard earlier this week, we are being joined by the first and only reigning Rage Superstar champion, the Kumquat Kid Ryan Lewis! Glad to have you here champ!

Kumquat Kid: Thanks for having me here Tommy boy! Before I forget, I come bearing gifts! (He reached over to Dunk who wiped nacho crumbs on his shirt and handed Ryan a few pairs of glasses) This one is for you and this one's for you (having handed Tom a pair of groucho marx glasses and Dex a batman cowl with nacho cheese stains respectively) and this one's for me! (having put on a pair of 3D glasses that matched the same ones Dunk had also put on.)

Dexter Finch: Holy cow (putting on the mask)! I AM THE BAT!

“Feed My.... Frankenstein!”

The music blared out and Vincent Thorn walked out in combat shorts which were covered in thorn bushes. He was also wearing fingure-less fighting gloves on in black and wearing black elbow pads on both elbows. He had black knee pads on both knees and was completely bare on the top. Top half showed muscles and tattoo's. He stood on the stage and looked up at the arena and then posed to the crowd in a Randy Orton like way. Vincent slowly walked down the ramp and entered the ring via the ring steps then via the middle rope. Thorn then walked to the turn-buckle and again stood on the middle turn-buckle posing to the crown with an Orton like pose.

For whom the bell tolls echoed threw the arena as the crowd began to boo loudly. 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 stares him down and walked to the center of the ring, pointing to the Kumquat Kid and motioning that the belt would be his soon before chugging the rest of his beer and tossing the can at Lewis, missing completely but conveying the point as he moved to his corner.


Dexter Finch: Eww! He got beer all over me. I will avenge this dastardly action or my name isn't BATMAN!!!

Kumquat Kid: Haha, you know what's funny? You're starting to sound like my buddy Sentinel right now- just kidding Sean. Also, if I may- Hi mom!

Tom Hartman: Well, well, well. Leave it to the champ to make this commentary booth even more lively than it usually is, even when his opponent for Battle Born is spitting at him!

Kumquat Kid: The Preacher can spit at me all he wants, but as we all know, killer clowns from outer space always get their noses popped in the end.

The bell rang as Thorn and Preacher approached each other in the center of the ring, mouthing off to each other, clearly showing that Vincent Thorn still wasn't happy over the way their last encounter ended. The Preacher broke the smack talk by spitting straight in Thorn's face and Thorn immediately retaliated by whipping a huge haymaker at Preacher, causing the two of them to trade heavy strikes back and forth to each other! Neither man was making any ground as they nailed each other back and forth until Thorn switched up his strategy and grabbed Preacher's arm, falling to the mat and locking him into a surprise triangle choke! Preacher struggled in the hold for a few moments, but he was able to belt Thorn with a few more heavy slugs while in the choke and with an explosion of power, Preacher lifted Thorn off the mat and drove him back down with an unorthodox powerbomb, causing Thorn to break the hold and then Preacher jumped back on top of him,hammering Thorn with strikes to the back of the head! Preacher grabbed Thorn by the head and pulled him to his feet, whipping him across the ring and landing a manhatten drop followed by a throat thrust that backed Thorn into the ropes on the other side, and again Preacher whipped him across the ring, this time looking for a big boot, but Thorn baseball slid under! Preacher turned around and was slammed mercilessly with a big spinebuster that Thorn tried to turn over into the Thorn Bush (sharpshooter)!

Tom Hartman: Vinnie T is playing for keeps tonight against his old rival and the future Rage Superstar title contender, the Preacher. After a confrontation with Steve Corman earlier tonight, Thorn must know that it is do or die time.

Kumquat Kid: I remember teaming with Vinnie T a couple months ago at Sin City Showdown and we almost even won the High Stakes match together. I can't believe that such a talented guy wouldn't be making it in EWS and hold on a sec- watching this match is really cool with 3D glasses on.

Dexter Finch: Nothing is 3D when you are looking through the eyes of the bat, because we see with our ears and if crime makes a sound in my town, I will hear it!

Thorn tried his hardest to lock in the Thorn Bush, but Preacher flailed around and managed to get his hands on the bottom rope before that could happen. Preacher returned to his feet and the two of them circled up before locking in a collar elbow tie up that Preacher won, but briefly as Thorn immediately turned it into a big back drop! Preacher staggered to his feet, but Thorn relentlessly kept on him, tossing him back for two german suplexes. When Thorn went for the third, Preacher grabbed the referee by the shirt, stopping Thorn from executing the third german suplex and distracting him while he shot his leg up and kicked Thorn right in the groin! Since the referee was being distracted, he didn't clearly see the low kick and questioned Preacher while Thorn writhed in pain on the mat, but Preacher just shrugged him off and went for the pin!

… ONE!

… TWO-kickout!

Despite the pain in his nether regions, Thorn had enough fight to break out of the pin attempt, but Preacher kept with several stomps, leg drops, knee drops and fist drops that gradually focused onto Thorn's head. Preacher clawed at Thorn's head in an attempt to bust him open until the referee forced him to stop with threats of disqualification. With Thorn still reeling, Preacher dragged Thorn into the nearest corner and mudhole stomped, before running the ropes and coming back to drive a knee straight across Thorn's face, making Thorn's eyes dim like he was on dream street after that shot! Preacher dead lifted Thorn's body up as best as he could and sat him against the turnbuckle so that he could clock his chin with a huge upper cut that forced Thorn's body to drape almost lifelessly over the top rope!

Dexter Finch: Oh snap! Vinnie T might have a concussion after that one. Didn't you just have one of those Kumquat dude? (Ryan Lewis is somewhat speechless in a concerning way) Is something wrong?

Kumquat Kid: No man, it's nothing. That just brings back not so good memories.

Tom Hartman: I never forget a face, but in his case I'll make an exception! (Kumquat Kid and Dexter are both momentarily dumbfounded by what Tom just said) Groucho Marx? You guys can't tell me you haven't heard of the famous comedian. He's the one who these glasses are named after you know.

Dexter Finch: Is he related to Oscar the Grouch by chance? I always thought Oscar was funny cause he lived in a trash can and I can relate to that.

Meanwhile, the Preacher whipped Thorn across the ring and bent down looking for a big back body drop, but Thorn grabbed his head in desperation and drove Preacher into the mat with a huge DDT to the shock of the audience! Both men laid out on the mat for a good long while, the audience willing Vinnie T on, but he was still a bit slower as Preacher returned to his feet first and kicked Thorn in the stomach, setting him up for a piledriver, but Thorn back body dropped him over his back and then took off towards the blasting Preacher with a shoulder block on the rebound and as soon as Preacher scrambled to his feet, Thorn twisted and slammed Preacher into the mat with a thunderous powerslam! Thorn covered!

… ONE!

… TWO!!

…Kickout!

Thorn sat up, not looking pleased at all that he wasn't able to put the Preacher away with that one and looking worse for wear. Suddenly, Thorn began to breath harder and more aggressively as he measured up Preacher and locked him in a vicious dragon sleeper! Preacher flailed around, his back arched as Thorn squeezed the life out of him and shouted about how he wasn't going down without a fight to a loud pop! Gradually the life faded out of the Preacher and he stopped moving entirely, prompting the referee to check for a knockout! The referee raised Preacher's arm once to no response and an unusual cheer from the audience for such a situation. The referee raised Preacher's arm into the air again, and this time it would also drop limply! Thorn wrenched back as hard as he could on the hold as the referee went to check Preacher's arm again, but Preacher kept it up and the boos ensued!

Tom Hartman: I can't believe we are hearing the audience boo someone who just showed that they are conscious. Usually they are cheering their heads off at this point, not the other way around.

Dexter Finch: Cheering your head off sounds unpleasant Tom. Has it ever happened to you?

Kumquat Kid: (talking with a little less playfulness) the Preacher is a really tough guy, I'll give him that. If he can withstand that assault, I'm going to have to be extra careful when I defend the title against him at Battle Born.

The crowd continued to boo as the Preacher reached his hands up and clapped Thorn's ears hard several times, causing him to loosen the grip even for Preacher to spin around and grab Thorn's head, spinning again and dropping Thorn with a spinning neckbreaker that left both men laid out in the middle of the ring again! Both men sprawled out on the mat as the referee started his knockout count! “1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8 (they finally were stirring)... 9” and they were finally up to their feet! Thorn charged in despite his exhaustion, looking for a roundhouse kick, but Preacher ducked it and caught him for an angle slam right in the center of the ring! With Thorn down, Preacher staggered to his feet and did a cut throat sign as he stalked Thorn and waited for him to get up! Thorn got up slowly and staggered back into Preacher's waiting arms as Preacher jumped for the Genesis (rko)- but no! Thorn pushed him into the turnbuckle and when Preacher stumbled back out, Vinnie T jumped into the air for his own VTS (jumping cutter)- but no! Again it was countered when Preacher held onto Thorn's waist and threw him back for a back drop, but Thorn rolled threw it onto his feet and when he got his footing, Preacher turned around and caught him the Genesis (rko) catching him and driving him to the mat this time! Thorn was out like a light and Preacher went for the pin!

… ONE!

… TWO!!

… THREE!!!

Cordelia Stewart: Here is your winner, the Preacher!”

“For Whom the Bell Tolls” started to play again, but Preacher took no time celebrating his victory as he rolled out of the ring towards the announce table and pulled the barely conscious Vincent Thorn out with him!

Kumquat Kid: What is he doing? Wait what is going ahhh!

Preacher turned and whipped Vincent Thorn over the announce table right into Ryan Lewis while the rest of the commentary team and Dunk looked on in shock! Preacher then went over to Dunk and slammed what was left of the giant nacho box in his face before hitting him with a vicious upper cut and dragging him to the ring! Preacher rolled Dunk into the ring and grabbed a chair following him in while the commentary booth tried to reassemble themselves from all the commotion!

Tom Hartman: We've got Vincent Thorn laid out here on top of Ryan Lewis and that dastardly Preacher has Dunk! Somebody stop this mad man!

Dexter Finch: Aww man! And I was going to ask him for some nachos after the match...

Dunk was covered in nacho cheese as the Preacher approached him with the steel chair held high over head and he began to slam it down onto the poor young man mercilessly and the Kumquat Kid had had enough! Once Ryan managed to push Thorn off of him, he bolted to the ring and springboarded off the top rope, dropkicking the chair right into the Preacher's face to a unanimous cheer from the audience! The Kumquat Kid scrambled over to the chair and slammed it violently at the Preacher, but Preacher managed to slip out of the ring just in time with a sick smile on his face and a trickle of blood seeping from his forehead! Ryan uncharacteristically dared the Preacher to come back and take him on, but having delivered his message, the Preacher simply motioned that the title would be his soon as he continued to back up the ramp. The show went off the air as Ryan went to check on Dunk as him and Preacher shared a staredown from the ring to the ramp, the screen fading to black.


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