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| Friday Night Rage #9; 12.06.13. | |
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| Brutalikus | Dec 5 2013, 11:23 PM Post #1 |
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The Unremarkable
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Live from the Excelsior Hotel and Casino. Las Vegas, Nevada.Friday, December 6th 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: "Kumquat Kid Got Squished! D:" "Get CROSS with me!" “Turned On Like a Light Switch #BillyWay" The show begins by the cameras swinging to ringside to show Rick Leban standing in the ring for the first time in a long while. He raises the microphone in his hand and begins to speak. Rick Leban: Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to welcome you to Friday night rage! As many of you already know, my name is Rick Leban and I have come to you all tonight with a special announcement. For those of you who witnessed Battle Born this past week, I need not remind you of everything that transpired involving Commissioner Steve Corman and his newly dubbed High Rollers (a resounding boo traverses through the arena). Neither the NWA nor the Excelsior Wrestling Society condones the actions of Mr. Steve Corman, and in response, Steve Corman and the High Rollers are BANNED from the Rage brand until further notice to ensure that things will be able to run smoothly while Rage transitions into its next phase. That brings me to my next point; as Steve Corman was given authority over Rage on a temporary basis only, we here at EWS are proud to announce that after several months of searching we have finally selected a new commissioner for Friday Night Rage! (The audience collectively cheers at this nice surprise while Leban lets it sink in) Now without further adieu, I am pleased to introduce the new commissioner of Rage, Darius Jackson! "Cochise" by Audioslave hits the speakers as the ominous rumbling of the guitar and drums hits and the audience is at the edge of their seats waiting for their first glimpse at the new commishioner when a tall black man wearing an eye patch and a black jacket with a bright red lion's head outline on the back of makes his way out to the ring. Some of the fans in attendance are going crazy for the arrival of the new Rage commissioner, acknowledging that they remember him from years gone by! Darius Jackson walks down to the ring and steps in through the ropes to a large ovation, shaking hands with Rick Leban before Rick hands him the microphone and takes his leave. A small “On-yx Li-on!” chant breaks out and Darius can't help but smirk a bit. (Seen here:) Spoiler: click to toggle Darius Jackson: And here I was thinking that I was totally forgotten in the wrestling industry. Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen. My name is Darius Jackson, and as some of you were so kind to point out, I was once known the Onyx Lion among other monikers through my years as a professional wrestler. For those of you who may not know or remember, I was once a wrestler myself, having wrestled in the United States, Canada, the UK, Mexico and Japan in the late 90's and early 2000's. Many thought I would be a world champion one day, but it was never to be, as I suffered an injury during my time in Japan that would end my in-ring career... Darius reaches up towards the eye patch hanging over one of his eyes and looks as though he is reliving memories that he would rather forget. Darius Jackson: … But that is in the past now, and after 6 long years, I took a long look at myself and realized that this is where I belong... in the ring. My career as a wrestler may be over, but I am back, and I intend to kick this new roster to the curb. I believe in bringing out the very best in the talent that is here, so for everybody in the locker room, prepare yourselves, 'cause each and everyone of you is going to prove why you are here to represent EWS, NWA and the very best that the world of wrestling has to offer! The audience cheers and Darius milks the reaction a bit before returning to the mic. Darius Jackson: And now, allow me to introduce the new Rage Superstar champion, the Preacher. “For whom the bell tolls” echoes threw the arena. The Preacher is seen emerging threw a cloud of white smoke drinking a beer and puffing a cigar. He flips of the crowd and spits beer into the air. He then walks confidently to the ring and enters, holding his newly won Rage Superstar title to resounding boos from the audience. Darius hands Preacher the microphone and steps back, allowing the Preacher to speak while the audience is practically booing him out of the building. The Preacher: Shut up! All of you just shut your damn mouths! I am the new Rage Superstar champion and you will all show me the respect I so deserve! In fact, all of you should be on your hands and knees praising my name for disposing of that pathetic, worthless shit stain known as the Kumquat Kid. The fact that you cheer him only shows just how stupid all of you are! In the weeks leading up to Battle Born, his family and friends expressed their concern for him stepping in the ring with me, and what happened when he didn't listen? He was beaten to a bloody pulp while his family had to watch their husband and father being taken to the slaughter in delightful agony! And where is the Kumquat Kid now? Laying in a hospital bed somewhere, probably thanking his God that I let him live despite being a broken mess when he should be thanking me for sparing him! You all should be thanking me for removing trash like him from this roster for I am the Preacher and I am your new god! “Pay For This” by Gemini Syndrome hits, as the crowd pops HUGE! After a few moments, out comes Sentinel, looking infuriated as he approaches the ring with a microphone in hand, looking dead ahead at the Preacher as he slides in the ring and goes almost nose to nose with him, the Preacher looking characteristically almost unphased by Sentinel's appearance as always! Sentinel: First of all, you are not a god of anything you pathetic excuse for a human being and secondly, don't you dare talk about Ryan like that! He is and always has been ten-times the man that you could ever be! He always fought his battles fairly instead of having to handcuff his opponents and beat them into oblivion while they were virtually defenseless, unlike you! A man like you doesn't deserve that title belt and now that I have disposed of Leonard Luv and have become the #1 contender, how about we settle this right here and right now! I will destroy you for Ryan and everybody around the world who wants to see me kick your teeth in! The audience pops loudly for this and Preacher goes to respond, but is cut off by Darius Jackson. Darius Jackson: Hold on just a minute Sean. I understand that you're angry, believe me I do, but there is a time and place for everything. Don't forget that I am the one who makes decisions around here now and you both will get your chance to fight each other one-one-one soon enough, but not tonight. I can see that you both have plenty of aggression to work off though, so tell you what: I'm going to put you both in the main event tonight with two guys who had a strong showing at Showdown a couple of weeks ago and have plenty of aggression to burn off themselves. Yes, tonight it will be Preacher and Mason Scott vs. Sentinel and DDV! (the crowd roars for this announcement) Now unless there is any other business to conduct, I suggest that both of you get the steppin' so that we can officially kick off this show! Sentinel nods in agreement and points at Preacher, uttering something about how he will be next in the reaping while Preacher holds up the Rage Superstar title, seemingly unphased by Sentinel's words. Sentinel leaves, glaring at Preacher from the ramp on his way out and then Preacher walks out much the same. Darius Jackson: Now without further adieu, welcome everybody to Friday Night Rage- Suddenly 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 and Deacon Black is seen standing at the top of the ramp with a fancy looking suit on. Deacon swaggers down to the ring drinking in all the ‘boos’ from the crowd and letting it fire him up. He gets to the ring and takes his time walking in where he confronts commissioner Darius Jackson, looking none too happy with his announcements. Deacon Black: Do my ears deceive me? I thought I just heard you announce the main event and I don't believe I heard my name in that announcement. Surely I must have heard you wrong. Darius Jackson: Your ears do not deceive you. You heard me exactly right Deacon. Deacon Black: This is an outrage! I was promised worthy competition! I was promised matches! I was promised main events and yet you people fail to deliver on your promises every week! I am through toiling in the dark! I demand a proper match and I want it NOW! Darius Jackson: Be careful what you wish for Deacon. First of all, do I look like Steve Corman to you? I don't know what he promised you and quite frankly that is for you to take up with him, not me. I never promised you a god damn thing! If you want to be in main events so bad, you have to EARN IT cause this is my show now! But you said you wanted a match now, and I'm feeling quite generous tonight. If you want a match so badly, well you've got one- right NOW! "Cochise" plays again as Darius leaves the ring, leaving Deacon Black who is not dressed for competition standing in the ring having a fit. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ Opening Match Deacon Black v. ??? _____________________________ The show returns from commercial break as ‘Welcome To The Maquerade’ by Thousand Foot Krutch plays in the background as the still not dressed for combat Deacon Black stands in the ring looking rather annoyed. Tom Hartman: Well, it’s debut time here in EWS, and this is Deacon Black. The live crowd here at the Millionaires Club have been seeing lots of Deacon in recent weeks, and he’s been working up quite of bit of buzz for himself. As Excelsior often does, new talents typically take a tour of the dark matches, which are exclusive house matches that we put on before the show goes on the air for the live crowd, to get a look at what new talents to EWS can do in the ring. Deacon however, took exception to this, and had been refusing to compete until it was on tv and a worth caliber opponent. Maybe tonight’s the night. Dexter Finch: I hope so Tom. Wonder who he’s fighting? ‘Invincible’ by Adelitas Way hits and Acer Stone runs out from the back looking pumped up and energetic. Suddenly… Deacon Black: No. No no no no no no no no NOOOOOOO!!! Acer stops in his tracks on the ramp, the smiling fading and replace by a look of contempt. Deacon Black: NO! I have made it VERY CLEAR that I will not fight some ham and egger here in EWS. I was willing to relent, and open this show because I looked at it as a way to STEAL IT. But not against this…. Miscreant. I DESERVE BETTER!!! I DEMAND BETTER!!! So I will NOT be competing here tonight… Well that’s enough for Acer. He comes booking it down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom ropes, swinging Deacon around by his arm and grabbing a handful of his jacket, and balling up his other hand into a fist, threatening to clobber Deacon, looking around at the cheering crowd, looking for their approval as Deacon waves his hands, begging Acer not to do it! He starts taking off his watch and offering it to Stone. Then pulls a wad of money from his pocket and offers it to Stone, who just swats them both away! Suddenly, a well built, demonic looking masked man: Seen Here Slides into the ring and barrels into Acer Stone, freeing Black from Stone’s grips. The masked man pulls Acer up and launches him overhead with an Overhead release belly to belly suplex! Deacon Black dusts himself off and picks up the microphone. Deacon Black: Ladies and Genlemen, my representative, KOMODO! Until Excelsior can manage to find me a proper opponent worthy of my time, this man, KOMODO, will be fighting my battles against the peons of this world. THANK YOU… BONSOIR… ENCHANTE… and FADE… TO BLACK! The referee checks with Acer if he’s willing to continue and and Stone nods that he is. With Grit and determination, he goes charging across the ring, leaping onto Komodo, firing punches and hammers down onto the man that caught him in mid air, pivots and spinebuster slams him into the corner, working over Stone with stiff shoulders to the mid section. Komodo pulls out and reaches low, lifting him with a Gorilla Press… into a Throw into the middle of the ring! Acer lands hard gripping his mid section as Komodo charges in nailing a running kick to the ribs! Komodo power lifts Acer off the mat gut wrench style, up onto his shoulder, Canadian backrack style, before dropping him with a vicious Shoulder Facebreaker! Tom Hartman: Good Lord. This mans a beast! And right as I have just convinced Dex there’s no such thing as the boogieman… Dexter Finch: Ma’ma! Is it gone yet? Komodo pulls Acer up by his hair, and Stone tries valiantly to fight back, throwing weakened punches into the chest of Komodo. Komodo looks to run Acer’s head into the turnbuckle, but Stone gets a foot up on it to block, and kicks Komodo in the face to a pop from the crowd! The Masked man stumbles back, as Acer quickly leaps to the middle turnbuckle, and springs back with a twisting crossbody- CROSSCHECKED out of the air by Komodo!!! Tom Hartman: OH MY GOD! That was pure violence! Dexter Finch: I don’t wanna look… don’t make me look! Acer lies twitching on the mat in a twisted heap. Komodo grips him by the throat, and looks to chokeslam Acer… instead slamming him down across his knee with a ChokeBreaker! Acer rolls off of his knee, motionless as the crowd watches on in awe. Komodo places both palms on the chest of Stone… …ONE! …TWO!! …THREE!!! Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner… KO- But Deacon Black rips the mic away from her, giving her a proper dressing down about what she will say next. She lowers her head in compliance and nods as Black demands that she acknowledge what he just told her. He hands her back the mic, while giving the referee direction. Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, via pinfall representation… DEACON BLACK! The referee lifts Blacks hand as he stands with one foot on the chest of Acer Stone, as Komodo rolls out of the ring on his own and heads to the back; his work done here. Deacon Black dusts off his hands and holds up the 1-0 sign for the camera as it cuts backstage. _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ Meghan Cross and her fiancé Baylee are backstage in the locker room area. Baylee: Hey tiger, good luck on your match… I’m sure you’ll knock ‘em dead out there! Meghan: Awww thanks hon… I can’t go wrong with loving support from awesome people like you! They both sort of take a sideways glance towards the camera and share a long hug, perhaps saving an on-screen kiss for a later date. Meghan: Anyway, I’ve gotta head out there! Don’t miss me while I’m gone, k? Meghan leaves and Baylee is left with a big smile on her face… suddenly we hear a creak from the background and the long spindly legs of someone dressed as the Tomb Raider Lara Croft emerge from a nearby opening locker door like a Black Widow. We are speaking of course about the resident psycho, Livvy Doll. Baylee turns and is horrified. Livvy Doll: “Don’t miss me while I’m gone, k?” Seriously… barf. Guess what, she misses me more, suck on that… *giggle* Baylee: What?!? She doesn’t even… Livvy Doll: She doesn’t even realize how much she loves me? I know… She wants me ALMOST as much as I want her. Baylee: You know what…stay the hell away from her… Meghan and I are going to spend the rest of our lives together! Livvy stopped in her tracks, grimacing… a slight psychotic tick creeps on her face. Livvy: No… don’t say that… you won’t be doing that… you’ll be spending the rest of your life… in constant fear.. if you don’t… STEP OFF! Meghan Cross is mine, I have a newspaper-filled wall covered in pictures in trinkets that prove it! And if you don’t take my advice… Livvy produces a pistol from behind her that was tucked into her belt loop. She holds it up near Baylee’s temple. Livvy: Things are gonna get a wee bit… messy. Baylee began to cry and fainted on the spot! Livvy took a knowing look into the camera and pulled the trigger, which produced a tiny flag from the gun barrel that said ‘#FanGirl’ on it. She started giggling uncontrollably. Livvy: I just can’t wait to raid Meghan’s treasures… heh. The scene fades with Livvy looking at Baylee on the floor like a cat studying a ball of yarn. _____________________________ ***Elsewhere Backstage*** _____________________________ We open backstage where Freddy Morris is standing with Leonard Luv who is obnoxiously chewing some bubble gum. Freddy Morris: “Leonard Luv, at Battle Born, you came up short-“ Leonard Luv: “Hold the phone right there, Urkel. You know, coming up short has to be something you’re quite familiar with, am I right?” Freddy Morris: “I, uh, well-“ Leonard Luv: “Figures. Now look I know where you’re going with this, and yeah, Sean Roland, after getting his ass handed to him in a whole slew of other matches against me prior, finally beats the odds and gets a win against The Luv Doctor. It’s the feel good story of the year, hooray for Sean Roland!” Luv gives Freddy a sour look. Leonard Luv: “Happy now?” Darkness emerges on the scene, fuming. Darkness: “Where the hell is she?!” Leonard Luv: “Oh, hi, Darky, always so nice to see you.” Darkness: “Answer the (bleep)in’ question, Luv.” Leonard Luv: “Ya know, sweet cakes, hostility isn’t going to get you anywhere. If you must know, Gems has herself a match in just a little bit, and she’s preparing. In fact, I do believe she told me before getting ready that she doesn’t want to have anything to do with this whole Daughters Of Darkness crap. Can’t blame her really.” Darkness: “That’s a load of shit, Luv, and you know it!” Leonard Luv: “Oh really?” Luv removes his shades, hanging them on his shirt collar. He leans in. Leonard Luv: “Let me ask you something, Darky, let this rattle around in your brain for a few. Why would Gems choose to be with the Luv Connection if she didn’t want to be? Lord knows you’ve empowered her enough with your egotistical free will I’m woman hear me roar bullshit. Gems can do as she pleases, and what she wants to do is, well, this is a family show. Catch ya later, sweet cheeks.” Luv taps her on the shoulder before literally strutting off camera, leaving a visibly shaken Darkness as we cut to a commercial break. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ Match 2: ONE ON ONE Gemini (w/ Leonard Luv) vs. Meghan Cross _____________________________ As the lights flash quickly from pink to teal as the intro to "You Give Love A Bad Name" by Atreyu begins to play with smoke billowing around the entrance way, and as the lead singer of Atreyu shouts "F**K YOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!" and the guitars kick in, we see Meghan Cross bust out of the curtain, seemingly lost in the music, oblivious to the crowd as they give her a good pop, out from the entrance position, bobbing her head to the drumbeat, and pounding her chest getting the crowd psyched, wearing a black pleather hooded vest with a rainbow pattern on the left and the front of the vest over a black leather sports-bra type of top and tight black MMA style shorts with a rainbow stripe down the sides and rainbow colored tassels on the leggings like CIMA's trunks. She also has on black Hayabusa style wrist sleeves with a rainbow pattern and rainbow colored tassels, black elbow pads, black knee pads, and black wrestling boots with rainbow colors and black Austin Aries style kickpads with rainbow colored tassels on the boots. She pauses to extend her hands out for several moments, encouraging the crowd to cheer for her to build anticipation, then pounds her hands on the ramp as the first verse kicks in, jumps up and moves in motion to the music to the ring, bobbing her head rhythmically as well, pointing to the fans with a smile as she tags hands with a few fans as she is seemingly lost in the music as she bobs back and forth between the fans, before she pauses, flashing a confident smile and she runs around ringside, rhythmically tagging hands with the fans, before finally sliding in the ring on her stomach and sitting up, pointing at the fans again, pumping her chest before jumping to her feet and running the ropes a couple of times before dropping to her knees in the center of the ring pumping her fists, arching her back to look to the heavens with her fists in the air for a brief, dramatic pause before pounding her fists on the canvas and jumping to her feet. She then runs to the nearest turnbuckle and again points to the fans with a genuine smile while bobbing her head to the music, taking a moment to soak in the crowd's reaction as she allows a smile to come across her face before jumping down pumping her fists, pounding the canvas and crouching down awaiting her opponent's arrival with her head bowed in silent prayer before she crosses herself, points to heaven and pounds the canvas one more time, stretching against the ropes as the music dies down. Tom Hartman: This young lady is certainly a ball of energy. Dexter Finch: She’s definitely FUN Tom. Hey, maybe if things don’t work out between me and the Mrs., maybe Meghan might become the new Mrs. Finch! Tom Hartman: You might be barking up the wrong tree there bud. There’s loud cheering coming from the crowd, specifically from under the “I BARE YOUR CROSS” poster directly at ringside, from the Super Fan known as Livvy Doll, jumping up and down. Cross does her best to ignore her, but it’s clear that Livvy’s constant following of Cross is starting to get to her. Tom Hartman: Wait, is that Livvy Doll I see in the front row? How in blazes did she get down to ringside so fast? Dexter Finch: Maybe she is magic? Or maybe she can teleport! That would be sweet! "Bullet" by Hollywood Undead plays, and as the music starts, Gemini comes out with a glare and a mindset of hurting someone. Leonard Luv follows her out, doing his patient Luv Strut, laughing and smiling, doing his usual shtick. As she walks down the ramp, she slaps a beercan from a fan's hands and even snatches a sign from a child and rips it up without a care as she reaches the ring, all the while, Luv is in hysterics with her actions. Sliding in, she goes to a corner and leans against it in a somewhat irritable manner, staring down Cross across the ring. Tom Hartman: And what a dramatic change we have seen from this young lady. Since being captured by the Luv Connection, Gemini has done a complete 180. Darkness has sent Mary and Blaze home, until she can figure out what to do about Gemini, as she doesn’t want any more of her girls getting hurt. And you really have to feel for Darkness here Dex… Dexter Finch: Oh yeah Tom, sad situation indeed. Do you think Luv and Gemini are dating? Because if not, and things don’t work out between me and Mrs. Finch… Tom Hartman: And here we go! The bell rings and Cross and Gem come out of their respective corners circling around outside of each other. A feigned lockup, allows Gem to drive her knee up into the gut of Cross, snap her over with a hairmare, and quickly drop down applying a headscissor from behind, raising herself up onto her hands, legs locked around Cross’ neck from behind. Gem continues to posture up to keep the pressure applied, and screams for the referee Erick Laboto to “ASK HER”, but Cross shows her ability and arches up herself, enough to reverse roll backwards and suddenly has Gemini in a cradle rollup… …ONE! …TWO!! But Gemini claps her heals off of Cross’ ears and breaks the hold. Both scramble back to their feet and quick arm drag by Cross; another as they both pop up, and a third into a seated arm lock. Cross uses the dominant position to pull Gemini up and yanks down on the arm to weaken it. A quick arm wrench and she attempts a superkick- ducked and run through to the ropes- leaping springboard double axe handle to the skull of Cross, knocking her to the mat. Gemini takes the dominant position and starts hammering away on Cross with closed fist hammer blows as the referee tries to intervene! Tom Hartman: Here’s that dangerous side of Gemini. Where it just looks like she is out to hurt people! Hey, look at LUV! He’s not even playing attention to the match! He’s chatting up Livvy Doll at ringside! Dexter Finch: Hmmm, do you think THEY are together? Cause if not… Tom Hartman: OH! Gemini just Slingshot Meghan out over the ropes down to the floor here in front of us. That was a rough landing. Luv looks at Cross down and just shrugs his shoulders, going back to his flirting with Doll, who only seems to be concerned for Meghan. Cross slowly finds her feet as Livvy screams and cheers her on, when Gemini comes leaping over the top rope suicide dive style into Cross, sending them both into the barricade! The crowd explodes with cheers for the big time move, when suddenly Livvy shoves Luv out of the way and leaps over the barricade and runs to the side of Cross. Livvy is clearly shook from watching her hero get wiped out, and consoles her to ensure she is alright, brushing back the hair from her face… and laying a big wet KISS on her! The crowd pops and starts cat calling and whistling when suddenly Gemini storms in and grabs Livvy by the hair and yanks her off of Cross and points her finger yelling at Livvy to get the hell out of here. Suddenly Livvy’s features harden and she leaps forward and attacks Gemini! Leonard Luv whips off his glasses as his eyes widen and he looks around with glee and he screams “CAT FIGHT!!!” Tom Hartman: Oh boy… Dexter Finch: WOO HOO! Security comes rushing out from the back, as the referee dives into the cat fight and tackles Doll, as she is not an active member of the wrestling roster. Security breaks up the fight, having to restrain Gemini and Doll as they take Doll away. Cross stands there looking dumbfounded as Doll expresses her unending love for Meghan as she’s being dragged away. Meghan shakes her head, as Gemini uses the distraction and chops Meghan in the chest! She stumbles back, but returns the favor hitting just a little bit harder. Meghan twists and hits a STIFF tornado elbow to the kisser of Gem, knocking her loopy before tossing her back into the ring and taking aim on the ring apron. As Gemini makes her feet, Cross nails a springboard Single Knee Facebreaker, to a roar from the audience! Gemini rolls to a stop in the ropes, as Meghan quickly scoots across on her knees and rolls Gemini over… …ONE! …TWO!! …THREE-NO! Foot on the ropes! Leonard Luv walks away looking like the cat that just ate the canary as Meghan explains to the referee that it was Luv putting her foot on the ropes. The referee questions Luv, who emphatically denies this. Gemini, having the moment to recover, pulls herself up, running up behind Cross and nailing her with a reverse frankenstiener! As the crowd pops for the big time move!!! Tom Hartman: Holy Smokes what a move! Meghan head bounced right off the mat! Wait a minute! It’s Darkness!!! Dexter Finch: Yay! Gett’em Darky! Darkness comes rushing down to the ring with a massive pop from the crowd and begins to run after Luv, who’s taken off, trying to keep distance from Darkness. Gemini sees this and looks between Cross, but is clearly distracted by the scene happening at ringside. Luv runs around the post and trips over a cameraman’s cable, hitting the ringside mats. He tries to get up and take off again, but Darkness is on him, battering Luv with forearms, and spearing him back into the corner of the steel barricade! Gemini moves towards the ropes, when suddenly the recovering Cross double boot dropkicks her on the butt, knocking her forward across the middle ropes. Cross charges in, nailing the Tiger Feint Kick (619)! Gemini flips end over end and stumbles up, getting pounced with a Springboard Molly-Go-Round! She reaches back grabbing a leg in a pin attempt… …ONE! …TWO!! …THREE!!! Tom Hartman: She did it! Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner… MEGHAN CROSS!! Cross rolls from the ring, raising her hand and slapping hands with the fans at ringside, where as Gemini, pays no attention to the lose or Meghan, sliding from the ring and grabbing two handfuls of Darkness’ hair and throwing her back, into the ring post! The back of Darkness’ head clunks off the post, and she falls to the side, eyes rolling back into her head. Gemini barks from over top of her about how she is no longer living in Darkness’ shadow; really showing some deep seeded jealousy to the keen eye. Leaving people to wonder if this is a brainwashed Gemini, or if this has really been her all along? The scene ends with Luv pulling himself up, and kicking imaginary dirt onto the fallen frame of Darkness as the referee asks: “Darkness… can you hear me?” _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We cut backstage, where Charles Williams is just finishing up a bottle of water, tossing it into a trash bin when in walks Justin Moreno, staring a hole through Williams. Williams simply laughs. Charles Williams: “Can I help you?” Justin Moreno: “Oh yeah, you definitely can, bro. Mind telling me how much you paid a ghost of Christmas past to come back and distract me from kicking your ass and taking that title?” Charles Williams: “That’s what you think? I had nothing to do with that, and in the end, it wouldn’t have mattered if I did, I had everything well in hand, a champion of my caliber always does.” Justin Moreno: “Uh huh. So that was all just a matter of coincidence, is that it, bro?” Charles Williams: “Listen, you can speculate all you want. Fact is, both of us got a lot of grand reviews for what we did out there. Can’t you just bask in the glow of that at least?” Justin Moreno: “Yeah, I suppose I can, for now at least. As long as we continue taking this division to new heights.” Charles Williams: “Wouldn’t have it any other way. Now if you’ll excuse me-“ Justin Moreno: “Wow, sorry bro, I almost forgot to tell you! Silly me! Where’s my brain? I just got done talking with our new GM, and he said he’d like to have ourselves a nice Jr. Heavyweight Title tournament, isn’t that sweet?” Charles Williams: “Wonderful.” Justin Moreno: “He says that he wants you to compete in it too and put your title on the line. What better way to prove whether or not you own this division like you say you do, right? Of course, we can’t have it unless the champion approves it. Another reason I came over to you, bro.” Charles Williams: “A chance to prove once again that I’m the best in this division? Whenever our GM wants it, consider it done.” Moreno smiles, slapping Williams hard on the shoulder. Justin Moreno: “Great, bro! That’s the spirit! It starts right now! OH YEAH! Good luck bro!” The fans chuckle as Moreno walks away, leaving a somewhat stunned Charles Williams. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ Match 3: Jr. Heavyweight title Tourney Justin Moreno v. GQ Money _____________________________ The lights go out as spotlights circle around the arena as the spoken word opening to "Immortal" by War of Ages starts to play over the P.A. System. The spotlight finally focuses in the heart of the crowd with a spotlight on Justin Moreno, decked out in a sleeveless black T-Shirt, baggy black pleather pants with the words "Moreno" on the pant legs in the exact replica of the Monster Energy logo, a large silver ball choker necklace (like Samoa Joe) around his neck, arms extended in the crucifix position, not moving a muscle with his eyes closed even as the guitar opening starts and the fans are clapping him on the back. He only faces the crowd and starts beating his chest playing to the crowd as the vocals kick in. He then walks with determination through the crowd, bobbing his head back and forth to the music and tagging hands and embracing any fan that he can get to. He finally gets to the front row and jumps over the guard rail, jumping in place, circling his wrists (a la CM Punk) for a moment, bobbing his head to the music before he jogs around the ringside area tagging hands enthusiastically and sincerely with every fan he can get to. At one point, he even wraps his arms around a barricade and allows the crowd to slap him on the back (a la WCW babyface Chris Jericho) before he goes back to jogging around the ring, then jogging up the ring steps, looking out at the fans with a sincere smile, jumping over the top rope then immediately jumping on the middle turnbuckle pointing to the crowd and clapping while pointing to them. He then clasps his hands in prayer and begins praying before the match with his eyes closed. He then looks up to the heavens, makes the sign of the cross and points to the heavens while beating on his chest. He then tosses off his shirt with the copied Monster Energy logo for "Moreno", pulls a Sharpie out of his boot, autographs the shirt and tosses it into the crowd before he does a backflip off the top rope as green pyro explodes from the turnbuckles three times as he lands on his feet and hops around the ring. He then hops around, circling the ring (a la CM Punk) before going to his corner, crouching down silently in meditation before letting out a loud primal scream and pounding his fists hard on the canvas as he gets in his fighting stance, awaiting his opponent. Tom Hartman: Justin Moreno, one of the top Jr Weights in the world right now and we are lucky to have him in Excelsior. Coming up just a little short at Battleborn, thanks to the appearance of Riley Grace. Not too much is known here about their relationship, but there is most certainly a history there. Dexter Finch: Yeah, in recent history, last week, he cost Justin the match! Remember that? When that happened Tom? Tom..? "Party Like a Rockstar" kicks in and two cannon's explode from the rafters raining down MONEY! The fans boo as the realize 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, at big fat PHINEAS his personal “BODYGAURD” as his shirt reads, but he misses catches it by a country mile and it bounces on the floor. GQ poses with his cane and smiles cockily. He then fires 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, 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 and suddenly eats a snap dropkick from Moreno to the kisser, sending him slipping to the floor to a HUGE ovation from this capacity crowd. Moreno, looks at the camera and playfully shrugs, as PHINEAS looks down at his fallen boss and then at Moreno and wags his finger as if to say “That wasn’t very nice!” Tom Hartman: Whoa! And Moreno is fired up here tonight! Dexter Finch: GQ’s got his cape thingy over his head! He can’t see! Help him Phinny! As GQ makes his feet, ripping off his pimp jacket that was caught over his head, he looks up just in time to see Justin vaulting himself over the ropes. GQ ducks- but Moreno wisely hangs on, landing on the outside apron, judges the distance and nails a Asai Moonsault to Outside, wiping out GQ!!! Tom Hartman: Oh what a move by Moreno! Dexter Finch: Wow! He flew like a bird! They should call him the Birdman! Has that ever been done? Tom Hartman: Couple times, yeah. Dexter Finch: Really… Justin makes his feet and turns just in time to catch Phineas with his hands cupped together over his head, axe handle style, looking to clobber Moreno. Phineas swallows hard, and takes a step back, immediately begging for his life as Moreno shakes his head, when suddenly he’s shoved headfirst into Phineas! Their heads clunk and Moreno stumbles back, finding himself jacked up back suplex style and dropped across the barricade back first! The oohs along to Justin’s pain as GQ pops right up. Talking smack to Moreno and the crowd asking “NOW WHATCHU THINK BOUT THAT? HUH?!” electing around round of jeers for the most hated troll on twitter. GQ stomps down on Moreno, and with each boot continues to jaw jack his opponent, before hauling him up and whipping him back first into the ring apron. GQ rolls Moreno into the ring and immediately follows, lifting him with a Stungun, followed by Rebound Lariat turning the man inside out. There are several cheers for the big move, that turn back to jeers as GQ exclaims “THAT THARS WHAT I DO! BIZATCH!” Following it up, GQ landed a Seated Superkick to the kisser of Moreno, followed by a Short-Style DDT off Moreno’s knees. GQ shot the half nelson for a cover… …ONE! …TW- Kickout! GQ quickly hauled Moreno up and sent him into the corner with an Irish whip, charging in after him landing a Running leaping corner clothesline (ala Miz), shoving Moreno, stumbling out of the corner and striking him from behind with a Gamengiri (Jumping back brain kick)! Justin collapsed and again Money shot the half as Phineas counted along on the apron… …ONE! …TWO!! ...TH-Kickout! Phineas shook his head, waving a finger at the referee, indicating that he made a bad call. GQ grabbed Justin up by the head, and yelled in the man’s face about HIM being the best junior weight in the world, when Suddenly Moreno broke his grip, firing up his arms and peppered GQ with Stiff Forearm Strikes to the kisser and Kawada-style Kicks to the calf and thigh! A spinning back kick keels GQ over as Moreno laced his arms, hitting a big time Double Underhook Backbreaker! GQ cried out in pain as he rolled around on the floor in a circle like Curley from the stooges. Moreno pulled the man up, nailing in succession, a Sit-Out Jawbreaker, then connected with a Springboard Flying Forearm removing GQ from his feet and then popping up with a dramatic Kip-Up and a roar to the crowd. Moreno run in connecting with an athletic looking cartwheel into a Handspring Moonsault for the cover… …ONE! …TWO!! ...TH-Kickout! Tom Hartman: OH! So close to seeing Moreno advance in this tourney. Dexter Finch: I love it when they’re all like TWWWWWO NOOOO! Heh. A twisting 540 Kick stumbles the punch drunk GQ back into the corner as J-Mo starts doing the "O-LE! O-LE O-LE O-LE!" chant and hopping on one leg taunt to hype up the crowd up before charging in with a BRUTAL Running Face Wash in Corner!!! GQ is dead on his feet as J-Mo pulls him out of the corner with a jumping snapmare and then goes back into the corner, climbs up and begins to rope walk out into the middle as the fans cheer… When suddenly “2nd Sucks” by A Day to Remember starts playing as the spotlights go all around the arena. The intro starts to pick up as Riley Grace comes out hands held like a praying motion. Tom Hartman: Another distraction play by Riley Grace. Moreno needs to keep his focus… Dexter Finch: I love this song *Starts singing* We should TOTALLY do karaoke Tom! Moreno remains Balanced on the top ropes, but stares off at Grace on the ramp, hands folded, prayer style. Suddenly Moreno becomes aware of GQ on his feet and leaps… PLATINUMIZER- (Double knee facebreaker/Codebreaker)!!! Tom Hartman: OH MY GOD! Dexter Finch: Woooooooow Tom! Moreno flops to the side, as GQ scurries over and hooks the leg… …ONE! …TWO!! ...THREE!!! Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner… and advancing in the tournament… GQ MONEY!!! Money clearly doesn’t know where he is as Phineas drags him out of the ring and lifts GQ in his arms, carrying him away from the ring. Riley Grace pats Phineas on the back on his way by, as Justin Moreno shakes off the effects of GQ’s Platinumizer. Grace grabs a mic and enters the ring, standing over the fallen, but slowly recovering Moreno. Riley Grace: That’s twice now you have taken your eyes off the prize Justin. Just furthering what I said a couple weeks ago. You’re done, you’re washed up. Maybe you didn’t hear me before. Delerious sends his regards. And I am here to end this charade of a comeback. This should have been me and you tonight. But I KNOW you were behind keeping me out of this tournament. So I… I just took you out. Without. Lifting. A. Finger. See ya around. Grace drops the mic like a bomb, and rolls out of the ring, right as Moreno recovers, holding the back of his head and his jaw, clearly disappointed, but also a clear look of anger. Edited by Brutalikus, Dec 5 2013, 11:56 PM.
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_____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We open backstage to find a man dressed in an exquisitely fancy looking blue suit sporting a very smug look on his face as he holds a microphone in his hand, looking in equal parts angry and proud. The audience almost instantly boos him, either already knowing who he is or already thinking ill of him for his smarmy, rat-faced look. James Galleon: Hello ladies and gentlemen! I am a man who needs no introduction, but I will allow you neanderthals to bask in the glory of my name once more as if you did. My name is "Diamond" James Galleon, the crown prince of pro wrestling and the future king of the world! Every promotion that I have been in so far has refused to acknowledge my status as the best in the world and the only man worthy of a world title, and where are they now? Buried and gone, having all fallen from grace when my subjects realized that I was not being given the world title that I so rightfully deserve! EWS is not off to a great start either as it would seem that these imbecilic dolts couldn't even bother to get the person that is supposed to be interviewing me tonight to show up on time for this bloody interview! Further more.... Galleon pauses for a second and an even greater anger plasters upon his face as he looks to find someone off screen. James Galleon: Oh no... No No No No NOO! What in the bloody hell are you doing here!? The booing immediately turns to cheers as a certain bearded wonder makes his way on screen to the loathing of James Galleon but the delight of the audience, realizing that this man is Ricky Diamond. Ricky Diamond: Woo-hoo-hoo! Sorry I'm late, the drive through at Burger King was being slow and hey! Looky here! If it isn't rat face himself, Jimmy Gilligan! James Galleon: You must be joking! Ricky Diamond: I wish I was! Your face really does look like a rat! James Galleon: You have ten seconds to get out of my shot before I strangle you with your own beard you contemptible miscreant! Ricky Diamond: Woah-woah-woah! Hold on there a second Jimmy! I don't know what I did to get on your bad side. Maybe you're just jealous of my sweet man grove (stroking his beard)? Anyways, you have it all wrong. I, Ricky Diamond, was hired here at EWS as a new backstage interviewer and you can bet we're going to have more fun times ahead! Oh, and don't forget, I still want that fancy looking throne of yours! James Galleon: My throne will never belong to a damned dirty ape like you and I will give you this one and only warning: stay the bloody hell away from me lest I leave you twisted in a pretzel like the last two times you chose to incur my wrath! Now I bid you good day! James Galleon storms out of the scene muttering insults as Ricky looks on and shakes his head. Ricky Diamond: Watch your language Jimmy! This is a family show! Some people are just envious of how much wonder a perfectly chiseled beard can offer- wouldn't you say Jim? A man in a gorilla costume walks into the picture and the audience immediately identifies him as Ricky's best friend, Jim the Sasquatch. Jim the Sasquatch: Grrrrrrrrrherherherherherher! Ricky Diamond: Couldn't have said it better myself buddy! Give me five! Ricky and Jim high five as the camera cuts to a different area backstage. _____________________________ ***Elsewhere Backstage*** _____________________________ We are backstage where Mason Scott is berating Anthony Greek about bringing him the wrong sandwich from catering. Mason Scott: “ I told you, turkey on WHOLE WHEAT not white! Now go!” Scott points to the direction of catering, as Greek sulks off. Scott almost runs right into Freddy Morris, looking annoyed at Freddy for stepping in front of him. Freddy Morris: “Mason Scott, one has to wonder what your plans are after your recent loss to DDV at-“ Mason Scott: “Woah, woah there, little dweeb, let’s make one thing perfectly clear, Danny boy may have won the battle, but we all saw what went down afterwards. Mason Scott ALWAYS wins the war, and ALWAYS gets the last laugh. So-“ DDV enters the scene, staring a hole through Scott. DDV: “You always get the last laugh, huh? Well I know one thing, I’m not laughing, not one (bleep)in bit!” Mason Scott: “Aww, did somebody get up on the wrong side of the bed today? Perhaps they finally realized I was the better man in Eternity, like I said from the start?” DDV: “Yeah, ok. Yet I’m the guy everyone remembers from there.” Mason Scott: “Only because you were shoved down the throats of the fans who chanted my name!” DDV: “I do remember them chanting your name, but it sounded more like asshole, and less like Mason Scott.” Mason Scott: “Real funny. Why the hell are you here interrupting my interview anyways?” DDV: “Well I think Freddy here, like the rest of the world, would like you to shut your damn pie hole and listen up, because at the next Rage, in that wonderful Jr. Heavyweight Title tournament, it’s you and me, and I’m damn sure looking forward to shutting your ass up for good!” DDV smiles and walks away, leaving a fuming Mason Scott, who is looking around for Anthony Greek. Mason Scott: “Where the hell is my sandwich?!” Scott storms off as we cut back to ringside. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ Tom Hartman: Coming up next, we have Charles Williams tussling with the slightly odd duck known as Billy Way. From what I'm being told, it would appear that if Williams loses any of his matches in the tournament, the Jr. Heavyweight title will be put up for grabs in the final match of the tournament. Dexter Finch: Hey Harty, if I give you a dollar will you dance with Billy Way? Tom Hartman: There's not enough money in the world.... MATCH 4 – Jr. Title Tourney Charles Williams vs. Billy Way _____________________________ The camera zooms in on the tron as it shows a distortion picture of Billy Way and his twisted smile before the picture of him turns normal. "Crush Em" by Megadeth plays as Billy Way comes out, spotlight focusing on him. He has a sadistic smile and he licks his lips, turned on by imagining his opponent in pain. He dances (yes dances) his way to the ring, bopping his head to the beat. He then enters the ring and goes to the nearest turnbuckle. He slouches like Raven does, waiting for the match to start. "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 gets faster and faster. Once we hear the chorus kicks in, out comes "High Class" Charles Williams listening to the boos from the crowds. He has a devious smirk on his face 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? " Charles badmouths the fans that are booing him and even goes as far as to demand security remove any negative signs about him. Once he is closer to the ring, he yells at the referee to lower the ropes for him which the referee reluctantly does so. Charles enters the ring and jumps on the second rope facing the left side of the arena and stares off to the crowd before getting off. Dexter Finch: Gotta go with Charlie in this match… talent trumps weirdness, like how I announce better than you, Tommy Boy… oh look… peppermints! Love that tingly sensation… Tom Hartman: Here I was thinking you reminded me so much of Billy Way… Billy Way rises in the corner, his fingers brushing against the top turnbuckle pad. He turns and caresses the pad, seemingly turned on by the leathery feel. This allows Williams to pounce on him, dropkicking him in the back of the head that makes him slam into the corner and flop back down to a seated position. Williams delivers another dropkick, this time to the face of Billy. Williams hauls him up, nails the England Driver (Pumphandle half nelson driver out of the corner). He goes up top and nails a diving legdrop and covers… 1… 2… Kickout! Williams gets him back up and grabs him from behind in a rear waistlock… and Billy turns to him, nodding his head and licking his lips! Williams releases the hold, disgusted. This momentary distraction allows Billy to boot him in the gut and nail the Simply Awesome Buster (sitout facebuster). He whips Williams into the ropes now, nailing a big boot. Williams lays splayed on the mat and Billy runs his fingers down his neck and makes kissy faces. He drives a knee into Charles’ face and drops down for a very risqué cover… 1… Williams is out at one, and scampers up to a defensive position on his knees. Billy goes to him and aims for his head with a roundhouse kick, dodged by Williams! As Way spun around, blocking the line of sight of the referee, Charles nails a low blow from behind. Way grabs his crotch, has a momentary look of pure ecstasy on his face, mouths the words ‘oh yeah!’ and then crumples to the mat in pain. Charles is up now, wiping at his nose… a look of contempt on his face. Williams nails a standing corkscrew shooting star press, and then bounces off the ropes nailing a rolling somersault senton. He waits for Way to rise and then nails him in the face with a High Class Strike (Superman Punch). Charles hauls him up and whips Billy into the corner, nails a huge shining wizard! Billy staggers out of the corner, takes a couple of exaggerated shadow boxing punches that strikes nothing but air, then falls flat on his face. Williams heads up top, looking for the High Class shooting star press…. He leaps… and crashes down to the mat… somehow Billy rolled out of the way! Tom Hartman: Williams certainly had it rolling, but that ground it to a halt, eh Dex? The camera pans over to Dexter Finch who has on a Kangol hat, gold chain, and sunglasses. Dexter Finch: You see me rollin’! Tom Hartman: Lord, did you have the stuff hidden under the desk? We pan back over and Dex looks normal. Dexter Finch: … No. I mean, what stuff? Billy Way on the offensive now, with a series of moves: sitout suplex slam, elevated neckbreaker, and a running DDT! He plays to the crowd now, running his fingers through his greasy hair and does a “sexy” shoulder roll dance. He hoists Williams up… nails the Nutcracker inverted atomic drop! Now Billy caresses his own jaw, nodding his head… perhaps signaling for the Jaw Dropper (vertical suplex stunner). He gets Williams in suplex position… but Charles blocks the left with his leg… reverses it and nails a suplex of his own. He rolls through holding the suplex grip… hoists Billy up so that his feet are propped on the top rope, and quickly spins into a Tower of London (rope hung cutter)! Williams nails a springboard 450 splash quick as lightning! Williams hauls up a truly dazed Billy Way, and sexy time is clearly over when Charles drills him with the Bird Killer (Gory Neckbreaker). He rolls over and hooks the leg.. 1… 2… 3!!! Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner…. Charles Williams! Williams rolls to the outside of the ring and retrieves his Jr. Heavyweight title, showing to a nearby camera as he says that no one is going to take this away from him in this tournament. _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We get some whistles and yells from the men in attendance as we get a close up of Cailin Dillon’s legs as she walks backstage. She heads over to a vending machine to get herself a Diet soda. When she turns after picking up the drink, she’s met with the enraged look of Taylor Grace who storms up to her. Taylor Grace: “I want to know RIGHT NOW why the hell you screwed me over. What the hell is your problem?!” Cailin Dillon: “I’d move the hell out of my face RIGHT NOW.” Taylor Grace: “Make me.” Cailin shrugs and moves to the side, cracking open her can of soda. Cailin Dillon: “It seems every since I came back, everyone wants to know my agenda, when it’s really quite simple. I want the Goddess Title, because quite simply, Taylor, it doesn’t belong to anyone else..but me.” Taylor Grace: “Is that so?” Cailin Dillon: “I didn’t stutter, did I? And whoever gets in my way of destroying that fat bitch and taking that title from her, well they’re going to wish they never made such a poor decision.” Dillon scoffs at Grace and walks away, leaving Taylor with her hands on her hips in frustration. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ We return ringside to a chorus of boos as a lone Marco Cruze stands in the ring, cigar in his one hand, microphone in the other. Marco Cruze: “Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Marco Cruze, and as much as I am sure it disappoints you all, both of my clients, the EWS Goddess champion, VENUS, and the reigning, defending NWA Women’s Champion, Rain Singh, will not be here tonight, both ladies giving their hearts and souls to you in this very ring recently, and thus, have more than earned themselves a rightfully deserved night off.” More boos from the crowd, mostly because they just want Marco to shut up. Marco Cruze: “I know, I know, very sad indeed. However, tonight is also the beginning of a new chapter here at ELITE as I bring to you not one, but TWO new clients here tonight!” Tom Hartman: “Who is this idiot talking about?” Dexter Finch: ‘Hey Tom, maybe it’s us! I could use more money for buying Christmas presents!” Tom Hartman: “Somehow I doubt that, Dex.” With a look of over exaggerated pride on his face, Marco clears his throat. Marco Cruze: “Ladies and gentlemen of Excelsior Wrestling Society, Elite Enterprises proudly brings to you its two newest clients, Miss Sierra Starr, Miss Kendra Rayne, THE DIVAS OF DOOM!!” “The Devil Takes Care Of Its Own” by Band Of Skulls hits as the two women emerge from the back, taking in the chorus of boos as they survey the crowd, hands on their hips. With cold stares, they enter the ring to an applauding Marco Cruze. Tom Hartman: “You knew it was but a matter of time before Marco Cruze signed these two, probably to protect the NWA Women’s Champion! Lord knows Ambiance isn’t happy about this, or the fact these two use the old Anti-Diva Movement theme.” Dexter Finch: “And here I thought that was a song by The Spice Girls.” Tom Hartman: “I know that still saddens you, Dex.” The music fades as Marco goes to hand Sierra the mic, when the crowd explodes to an emerging Ambiance who attacks Sierra from behind, knocking her into Kendra! Dexter Finch: “Yeah! You go Mrs. Finch!” Tom Hartman: “Ambiance not even letting these two get a word in!” Ambiance hits a Shattered Dollhouse to Sierra and follows it up with a quick clothesline to Kendra before turning her attention to a visibly shaken Marco Cruze! Tom Hartman: “Get that little worm, Amber!” Dexter Finch: “That’s one fat worm, Tom!” Marco looks to exit, but Ambiance grabs him by the collar, only to get clobbered from behind by Kendra. Sierra is up, rubbing her face as the two women begin pummeling Ambiance with stiff clubs to the back and boots, as Marco barks orders from outside. The Divas Of Doom look to be setting Ambiance up for a double powerbomb. Dexter Finch: “Noooo!” Tom Hartman: “This doesn’t look good and-hey, here comes Ember Garfield!” Ember sprints down to the ring and inside ducks a double clothesline, hitting them both with a running clothesline of her own. She peppers Kendra with some chops before hitting a nice dropkick. Ambiance is back up, hitting a jawbreaker on Sierra, before following it up with a clothesline taking her to the outside. Ambiance looks at Ember, but then back at the Divas who are regrouping with Marco as the crowd is on fire with cheers. Tom Hartman: “Did you ever think you’d see the day when Ember Garfield would come to the aid of her old nemesis, Ambiance?” Dexter Finch: “She helped out my future wife! Thanks, Ember!” Darius Jackson appears at the top of the ramp, holding up a hand. Darius Jackson: “Hold on a second, ladies, Mr. Cruze. This obviously isn’t the way these good people here on Rage want to see this end, am I right?” A huge pop from the crowd, as Darius smiles in recognition. Darius Jackson: “That’s why we’re going to have ourselves an early holiday treat for these fans, your two newest clients, the Divas Of Doom, going up against the team of Ember Garfield, and Ambiance! Let’s get a ref down here!” Darius walks away as Marco discusses strategy with the Divas as Ember tries to calm a fuming Ambiance, who paces like a caged animal. MATCH 5 – Ambiance and Ember vs. The Divas of Doom _____________________________ Ember and Ambiance are discussing who will start among themselves in the upper left corner, Ambiance being somewhat baffled by the fact that Ember of all people helped her out, but the Divas of Doom take the choice out their hands by rushing them in the corner! Ambiance and Ember both stereo duck under the clotheslines from Kendra and Sierra respectively and Ember follows it up with a boot to Sierra's chest, whipping her across the ring as Ambiance boots Kendra in the chest and begins working her over with chops and forearm strikes in the upper left corner. Sierra comes back on the rebound and Ember catches her for an airplane spin, but the audience is disappointed when Sierra slides off her shoulder and hits a reverse DDT. Ambiance has transitioned her attack on Kendra to a ten punches count and when she gets to 9, she grabs Kendra's hair and screams in her face about how they screwed her out of the title when Sierra gets to her feet and runs up behind Ambiance, dumping her over the top rope to the floor! This leaves Ember in the ring with both the Divas of Doom and Ember gets to her feet, trying to fight both off at once with punches and kicks, which works for a few seconds until the numbers game catches up to her and both Kendra and Sierra synchronize boots to the stomach, whipping Ember shoulder first into the turnbuckle post! Dexter Finch: Ouchies! That impact had to feel like...like, well what hitting a steel ring post must feel like. No bueno. Tom Hartman: The Divas of Doom are doing a good job working together in the opening of this match, and that teamwork might be the difference maker in the end. Sierra and Kendra quickly pull Ember out of the corner and drop her with a double back drop and the referee confronts both Sierra and Kendra and tells them that one of them has to get out of the ring. Kendra looks to comply by moving towards the lower right corner when Ambiance darts back into the ring and looks to pounce on Sierra when the referee steps right in her path and stops her! Kendra runs back in while the referee is trying to get Ambiance out of the ring and the Divas of Doom again go to work with double stomps down on Ember while the referee's back is turned! Ambiance begrudgingly steps back onto the apron while Sierra and Kendra whip Ember back into their corner and Kendra takes her place on the apron while Sierra works Ember's mid section with corner stomps. Sierra pulls Ember to her feet and stifles Ember's attempts at offense by clubbing her in the back of the neck and then lifts her up, positioning her on the ropes for spike DDT while tagging Kendra in! Kendra positions herself on the top turnbuckle while Sierra goes to drill Ember into the mat, but as soon as the referee's gaze is off Ambiance, ambiance darts into the ring and hooks Sierra for a german suplex! Sierra goes flying across the ring while Ember slips down onto the apron and runs towards the Kendra who is perched on the corner, shoving her off of the turnbuckle and down chest first onto the barricade! Tom Hartman: And just like that, Ambiance and Ember now have the Divas of Doom on the ropes, but Sierra isn't the legal woman anymore! Dexter Finch: She's not legal? She looks like she's over 18. Aww shucks... I feel like a pervert now. Sierra takes to the air with her Starry Knight (Bicycle kick) but her disorientation after the german suplex gives Ambiance a chance to duck under it and she counters with the Shattered Dollhouse (codebreaker) sending Sierra stumbling into the corner where Ember climbs the turnbuckle and drops Sierra to the mat with her Hot Face Lift (Diving somersault inverted facelock jawbreaker)! Again the referee gets in Ambiance's face and Sierra capitalizes on the distraction by viciously raking her nails across Ember's eyes while Kendra slides back in and the two of them again double team Ember when Kendra lifts Ember up in an alabama slam position and Sierra jumps into the air, grabbing Ember's back as Kendra executes the alabama slam, right down onto Sierra's knees for a backstabber! The crowd collectively groans while Ember grabs at her back screaming in pain! Tom Hartman: Good lord what a move! Every time Ambiance tries to get back in there, the Divas of Doom are able to work their double team to its fullest effect! Ambiance finally gets out of the ring and the referee goes to scold Sierra in the same way, but Sierra steps out of the ring on her own accord before he can do much. With Ember knocked loopy from their double team, Kendra raises her up and indicates that she is ready to finish this by pulling her into a double arm DDT position and shouting, “THIS- IS- WRESTLING!” as she attempts to pull Ember up into a standing butterfly cradle for her finisher, but Ember blocks it with her foot! Kendra is seemingly growing frustrated trying to bring Ember up for her This is Wrestling suspended snap butterfly DDT and when she finally pulls Ember up, Ember jumps with her and slips up, out and over Kendra's shoulder, grabbing her by the neck and dropping her for her Dropping Ember's (hangman's neckbreaker) out of nowhere! Both Ember and Kendra are down in the ring as the audience wills Ember on and Ember makes the tag to Ambiance! Ambiance rushes into the ring and levels Kendra with a spear and tosses Sierra for a northern lights suplex when she tries to get involved as well! Ambiance picks Kendra up and whips her across the ring and scoops her up onto her shoulder, driving her down into the mat with her Euro Thunder (rikishi driver)! Ambiance goes for the pin! … One (Ember goes in to intercept Sierra Starr, but is stopped when her feet are yanked out from underneath her and she slams face first into the apron by...) Tom Hartman: It's Sabrina Florence! She has no business out here! … Two … Three-No! Sierra dives in and breaks the count! Sabrina ducks down and keeps attacking Ember out of the referee's sight with mounted punches while in the ring, Sierra backs up and clobbers Ambiance in the jaw with her Starry Knight running bicycle kick and Kendra wastes no time picking Ambiance back up in a standing butterfly cradle and then dropping her in a suspended snap butterfly DDT transitioned straight into a pin! … One … Two … Three! Cordelia Stewart: Here are your winners, Kendra Rayne and Sierra Starr, the Divas of Doom! Marco Cruze applauds the work of his two newest recruits while both Kendra and Sierra look at Sabrina who smiles and winks at them before walking up the ramp, leaving the Divas of Doom to wonder what that was about as Marco waddles into the ring and raises their hands in victory. _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We open with Freddy Morris, who is backstage by an EWS backdrop. Freddy Morris: “Fans, we all saw what happened to former Rage Superstar champion, “The Kumquat Kid” Ryan Lewis at Battleborn. Ryan has been hospitalized with more concussion symptoms as well as several contusions to the head, neck, and back. However, despite this, the following was recorded earlier today and sent to our offices. Take a look.” We cut to a hospital, somewhere in Nevada, where we see Dunk walking down a corridor with Ryan’s son Huey. Some doctors and nurses wave to the little guy, as Dunk tries his best to force a smile. We then move into Ryan’s hospital room, where the beloved fan favorite is lying in bed in a bright orange t-shirt and lime green track pants. His socks are also a matching light green. He’s holding hands with his wife, Jenny, who looks at him, obviously concerned. Ryan’s head is heavily bandaged, but he manages to force out a smile for the cameras. Kumquat Kid: “Hey guys, Ryan here. I just wanted to take a moment to first thank you all for your kind words of concern and all your prayers. I’ve been getting mail, emails, tweets, the whole deal, and it’s been really amazing all the support I’ve been getting. As you can see, it will be a while before you see me back in an EWS ring. You can “thank” a certain facepainted fruit cake for that one. Go ahead, boo him. It’s about as awesome as eating Fun Dip. Do you guys remember, Fun Dip? I might ask someone to get me some after this.” Ryan sighs, sitting up a bit in his hospital bed, with some help from his wife. He stares at the camera, a distinct more serious tone filling the room. Kumquat Kid: “When I come back, if I come back, isn’t going to be decided by just me. It’s going to be decided by doctors, by officials in EWS, and by those who love and support me. You got what you wanted, Preacher, a traumatized wife and son, a visibly shaken best friend, and me here, in a hospital bed, while you get to parade around with the Rage Superstar Title.” Ryan grits his teeth, having to say that. Kumquat Kid: “But there’s two very important things I think you’ve forgotten. One, now you have to deal with my best friend, Sean Roland, a guy who, well, I’m certain after the stunt you pulled against me, won’t be very fond of you, and will be looking to take your head off. Second, whatever is left of you, Preacher, after Sentinel beats the living hell out of you, as long as I can get out of this hospital bed and get the clearances I need, it all belongs to ME. So enjoy your fun while it lasts, Preacher, because one way or another, it’s all going to come crashing down on top of you.” Ryan lays back down, cracking a smile at his wife, as the scene fades to black. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ MAIN EVENT – Preacher and Mason Scott vs. Sentinel and DDV _____________________________ The intro to "Invincible" begins and Anthony Greek, personel ring announcer, emerges from the back and stands smiling on one side of the stage. As he begins announcing white smoke billows into the entranceway and soon the figure of a man in a sparkling golden hooded robe can be seen. Anthony Greek: Ladies and gentleman, it is my honor 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 world, Independance Missouri! HE IS, "The Evolution of Man", MAAASOOON SCOOOTT!!! At the mention of his name Scott bends his knees slightly and throws back his hood with his right hand dramaticly and at the same time pyro explodes on either side of him. Scott, now revealed to be wearing his trademark shades as well, spreads his arms out wide, palms facing up and a smirk on his face. He holds this pose for a few seconds before slowly turning so the whole audience can bask in his greateness as he heads down the ramp. As he comes to the ring Scott takes off his shades with one hand and flicks his wrist, launching them into the audience for one extremely lucky fan. He walks over to one side of the ring and jumps up on the apron. He then turns to the crowd and preforms his signature pose again before stepping through the ropes. He takes off his very expensive golden robe, revealing his ring attire consisting of golden wrestling trunks and black and gold wrestling boots, and hands the robe to the referee, who jumps out of the ring and hangs it on a chair near the timekeeper's table for safe keeping. Scott then stands in the middle of the ring, poses one last time for the crowd because he feels generous, and backs into his corner to wait for the match to begin as “For whom the bell tolls” echoes threw the arena. The Preacher is seen emerging threw a cloud of white smoke drinking a beer and puffing a cigar. He flips of the crowd and spits beer into the air. He then walks confidently to the ring and enters, holding his Rage Superstar title high above his head. The referee trys to take away his beer but the preacher stares him down and walks to his corners to meet Mason Scott. Both of them don't appear to interested in each others' company, but they don't expressively show any distaste for each other either. Tom Hartman: The interesting pairings continue to tonight with two teams that have barely been in the ring at the same time let alone teamed together. One has to wonder how these guys will react to teaming with each other for the first time tonight. Dexter Finch: It's like when we teamed up on commentary with the Fury guys at Battle Born. At first Pete Hellman was like, “I don't like you, get away form me idiot!” and then later he was like, “I still hate you Dexter. Leave me alone before I cave your teeth in.” "HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW?" The instrumental opening of P.O.D.s "Boom" rings through the arena as "Hoochiah" rings through the speakers as Danny De Vries pulls back the curtain and takes a few steps. He stops, stares hard at the ring and looks around at the crowd, then shouts ‘D-D-V!’ as he pumps his right fist into the air twice and then punches both fists into the air diagonally from his body, holding them in a ‘V’ shape for a few seconds. De Vries then strolls confidently down to the ring, and waits at the bottom of the ramp as “Pay For This” by Gemini Syndrome hits, and 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. A thunderous ovation engulfs the arena as the man in black snaps one finger pointing directly at Preacher while DDV stands by his side and mimics this motion at Mason Scott! He looks around at the crowd for a moment, 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 emerge from the top stage. Sentinel removes his jacket and shirt and then nods to DDV as the both of them decide to slide into the ring right for the waiting Preacher and Mason Scott and they begin to brawl with their respective rivals in the center of the ring! Tom Hartman: Holy moly! This match has already started off fast and furious! Dexter Finch: I love those movies too Tom, but we're supposed to be watching this match right now. This is no time to be thinking about movies. Actually, I want to watch a movie now and I can't stay focused Tom! Oh no! Both pairs of rivals battle back and forth in the ring trading punches and Mason Scott is the first to break away from the status quo by elbowing Sentinel in the side of the head in the midst of their collective fight, allowing Preacher to capitalize on the distraction and bullrush him all the way to and through the top two ropes and unceremoniously to the floor a spear-like charge! That leaves DDV and Scott in the ring while Sentinel and Preacher recover and continue their brawl on the outside. Scott catches DDV with an armdrag held for an armbar, that DDV rolls backwards through immediately while Scott tries to change it into an omoplata crossface, but DDV pulls away and kicks Mason in the back while Mason is sitting on the ground and charges in, planting a low front dropkick into Mason's face! He goes for the pin, but the referee is busy trying to get Preacher and Sentinel to break up their fight on the outside which has now gravitated towards the ramp-side stairs as Preacher has kicked Sentinel in the gut and is attempting to slam Sentinel's forehead into the stairs, but Sentinel blocks and slams his head down instead! Sentinel's advantage doesn't last long however as Preacher turns and tackles him straight over the stairs both of them landing in a heap on the ground as they continue to throw punches at each other! Meanwhile in the ring, DDV calls for the ref's attention with Scott on the ground, when Scott throws his legs up and grabs DDV with a headscissors on the mat. DDV rolls around trying to break the headscissors and eventually rolls over Scott with a modified bridge pin that the ref does see this time! … One ...- No! Scott kicks out. Tom Hartman: DDV seems to be looking for pin attempts a bit early and Scott doesn't seem to be having any of it, while on the outside, the referee still hasn't managed to get Sentinel and Preacher to break up their fight! DDV gets to his feet by rolling to the back ropes which happens to be the side of the ring that Sentinel/Preacher fight has gravitated to and Mason Scott immediately gets up and runs at DDV only for DDV to pull the top rope down! Scott stumbles to the outside apron and manages to hang on, until DDV bolts across the ring and comes back with a flying knee lift that knocks Mason off the apron right into the arms of both the Preacher and Sentinel who just so happen to both catch him by accident! Sentinel and Preacher look at each other with Mason in their arms, eager to continue their fight but are interrupted when DDV suddenly comes flying at all three of them off the turnbuckle with a crossbody that floors all four of them to a huge round of cheers from the audience! DDV stands up and plays to the crowd a bit before helping Sentinel to his feet and rolling Mason back into the ring. Sentinel takes his place in the upper left corner while DDV jumps onto the apron near him too and slingshots himself up and over the top rope, looking for a shoulder block on Mason inside the ring, but Mason whips around and catches him with an elbow strike that knocks DDV out of the air! DDV is clearly feeling that one as Mason picks him up for a quick snap suplex followed by a Stone Cold-style elbow drop right across the forehead. With DDV now crawling, Scott punts DDV in the chest with a sickening “crack!” and then flips DDV over into a bow and arrow stretch on his knees! DDV flails about in the hold for several second before flopping DDV down on his stomach and demonstrating his technical prowess by transitioning the bow and arrow stretch almost seamlessly into a cross-legged STF on the mat! Again Scott applies the pressure as if he is just showing off now and DDV again struggles in the hold, but DDV manages to squirm out of the hold slowly but surely and DDV breaks it just long enough to plant some forearms into the back of DDV's head before trying to lock in the STF again, but DDV won't let him this time! Tom Hartman: These young guys are both known for being able to put on a technical clinic in the ring and so far they haven't disappointed! Dexter Finch: A clinic? None of them have gone to the hospital yet today, have they? Tom Hartman: Forgive me for sounding rude buddy, but did your parents teach you anything? I mean that in the gentlest way possible. Scott continues to try to wrap DDV back into the STF with their legs still crossed together when DDV throws a punch skyward and just so happens be lucky enough to catch Mason right in the jaw! Scott flops down on DDV's back and DDV grabs his head, slamming it to the mat with sort of snapmare driver look to it while they are still locked up by the legs and DDV bends his back over Mason's back, elbowing him in the head a few times before locking in a full nelson on Mason Scott! Both of them are screaming in pain as their bodies are twisted up like a pretzel with their legs still being bound in the cross-legged position, but now DDV is arching his back with Mason Scott now in a full nelson hold as DDV slams him face first into the mat over and over, putting the pressure on the both of them! Eventually both of them droop to the mat face first and both try to undo themselves from the mess of a submission that they got themselves into. DDV tries to crawl his way to Sentinel, but Scott manages to get his foot and pulls him back towards the center of the ring! Scott continues to keep DDV down by landing a flipping elbow drop right across the back of DDV and effectively rolling himself right in DDV's path to tag Sentinel. DDV gets to his feet and attempts to his a running STO on Scott, but again Scott counters and turns it into an uranagi backbreaker! DDV is only a few feet away from a tag to Sentinel, but Scott hears Preacher calling from the other side of the ring and grabs DDV by the head, running him face first into Preacher's boot in the corner! Mason makes the tag and Preacher gets in, blasting DDV in the gut a couple times and then points to Sentinel telling the referee, “he is trying to get in. Stop him!” to which the referee goes to question Sentinel, giving Scott a chance to choke DDV with the tag rope while Preacher works him over with punches to the ribs! Tom Hartman: That dastardly Preacher will use any means necessary to give himself an opening to cheat! Dexter Finch: Cheating is for video games and sluts as my momma used to say. Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, A, B! That's how a slut cheats... or is it the other way around? (Again, Tom has no idea how to respond to this) This only serves to further infuriate Sentinel as the referee turns back around and Preacher pulls DDV out of the corner for a scoop slam in the center of the ring followed by a running leg drop for the pin. … One … Two-No! DDV still kicks out! Preacher doesn't relent with the attack as he picks DDV up and drops him for a few stiff rib breakers and then throws him up onto his shoulder and slams him into the mat with a front powerslam! Preacher takes a moment to walk right up to Sentinel and spouts off some sort of slur about Ryan Lewis that makes Sentinel immediately throw a punch at him, but Preacher snickers and backs off, wagging a finger as he says, “temper temper and continues to taunt him until he is whipped around and caught in a fireman's carry only to be dropped with a Breathless gutbuster by DDV! DDV is looking very winded but continues his attack by whipping Preacher into the lower left corner and blasting him with a stiff corner snap forearm that he locks and drags out in a front chancery with driving knees, starting his Amping Up combo! DDV rebounds off the ropes and nails Preacher in the back of the neck with a boston strong arm lariat and then stumbles into the other neutral corner where he motions for Preacher to get up! Suddenly Mason charges across the apron looking to clothesline DDV's head off, but DDV sees it coming and drops him with a clothesline of his own before charging across the ring and looking to nail Preacher in the head with a running knee trembler but Preacher catches him and looks to slam him with a spinout powerbomb only for DDV to counter in mid air and fall to the ground, slamming Preacher down head first into the mat with a modified version of his DDV Driver (snapmare driver)! Both men sprawl out for a minute until DDV finally jumps in and makes the tag to Sentinel! Tom Hartman: Sentinel is in and he looks like he is going to absolutely destroy the Preacher for what he did to Ryan Lewis! Sentinel gets into the ring and absolutely bulldozes the Preacher with his Bat-Out-Of-Hell striking spear followed by mounted punches to the cheer of the audience! Both of them throw ever punch they've got in their arsenal at each other, but the fresher Sentinel gets the advantage and pulls Preacher up, whipping him across the ring and launching him into the air with a big back body drop! Preacher staggers to his feet while Sentinel sets up in a three point stance and then levels him with a clothesline! Sentinel raises Preacher to his feet again, and Preacher attempts to his Genesis (RKO) out of nowhere, but Sentinel pushes him and catches him with a Scorpion Sting (superkick) when Preacher rebounds! Preacher rolls to the outside and Sentinel goes to follow him when suddenly Mason Scott rushes Sentinel only to get grabbed by the face and hoisted in the air for the Soul Sting (iron claw chokeslam)! Tom Hartman: Well so much for that attack by Mason Scott and why is Preacher digging under the ring... oh no! Dexter Finch: Is he looking for buried treasure? While Sentinel is still preoccupied with Mason Scott, Preacher slides back into the ring and bashes him over the head with the steel chair that he acquired from under the ring! The referee calls for the bell and this one is over! Cordelia Stewart: Here are your winners by disqualification, DDV and Sentinel! Preacher continues to slam the chair down onto Sentinel over and over and as much as Sentinel tries to fight him off, Preacher's relentless attack knows no bounds! DDV even rushes in and tries to stop him, but Preacher drops him with the chair as well and the sneaky Mason Scott moves back in as soon as he recovers and locks DDV in the Natural Selection (Kata-Ha-Jime) Tom Hartman: Good lord! I think both DDV and Sentinel are out cold! Somebody stop these guys! Preacher stops his attack when he feels the damage is sufficient while Mason Scott continues to choke out DDV until ring hands come in and get him to finally break the hold while Anthony Greek applauds and cheers at ringside. The show ends with Sentinel raising the chair high above his head putting a foot on Sentinel's back as he screams for the booing audience to bow to their new god! COPYRIGHT EXCELSIOR WRESTLING SOCIETY 2013 |
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