Charlie Marr w/Jordie Ripley vs Daryl Kinkade – Barbed Wire Massacre II
Noah Reigner © w/Evelyn Ridley vs Jackson Blayde w/Jazmin Garcia – World Heavyweight Championship
Lethal Consequences vs Impact
The Visual Prophet w/Veena Adams & Nina vs Rex McAllister
(if The Visual Prophet wins the match, Veena Adams becomes co-commissioner alongside Captain Charisma)
Jack Ripley © vs Oskar Wagner – National Elite Championship
The Wildcards © vs Farrell V & Korey Gaines – Unified Tag Team Championships
(EAW Intro plays.)
(Open to a scene in the night time of the bustling Seoul, South Korea metropolitan area. Neon-lit signs flood the streets filled with promotions for upcoming events, billboards, restaurant and shopping centers – including an ad for “EAW Weekend” promoting the four blockbuster shows set to take place in the heart of the city.)
(The view of the city twists and turns, until we end up in a lesser populated, more shady area of the city. A presumably homeless South Korean native can be seen behind an alley digging through a dumpster, looking for materials to pack onto his grocery cart. He turns to the camera after spotting it from the corner of his eye, and smiles.)
Beggar: Greetings, traveller! I am Seo-jun, and I hope you have enjoyed your time here in our land. The stories you have seen take place thus far are compelling, to say the very least. If I may be afford the time to tell you another compelling story.
(Scene transitions, Seo-Jun disappears, and the exact same alley is seen by the viewer – except in the day time, and in a far less advanced period of time decades in the past. Walking down that same alleyway is a young man presumably in his teens carrying his training equipment.)
Seo-jun: There was a young man, short and stout, training with the dream of becoming the greatest fighter in the land. A “bulldog” in mentality, with a never say die attitude.
(The young man is approached by three gang members, dressed in the same attire. They surround him and intimidate him, and he can be seen trying to reason with them.)
Seo-jun: On the Bulldog’s way to the dojo, the only clear path is taken by a territorial pack of enemies – Doberman-like in mentality.
(One of the gang members blindside the young man, the two others grab him and throw him against a wall before stomping him out and throwing him up against a wooden cart.)
Seo-jun: They brutalized the Bulldog without remorse, hoping to make an example to any others who dare step foot on their territory.
(The young man is having his wounds tended to by his grandmother, sporting a black eye and a busted lip. He finds himself in a room alone with a mirror, practicing crosses, jabs and uppercuts.)
Seo-jun: The Bulldog had a decision to make… such as all men and women who seek greatness…
(The young man’s bedroom wall is littered with newspaper cut-out pictures of great fighters from around the world that he idolizes.)
Seo-jun: The Bulldog could continue to remain in his bubble, like a tortoise in its shell.
(The young man is seen gathering his belongings.)
Seo-jun: Or risk great harm to his well being by continuing his pursuit.
(The young man is seen walking through the streets again, and he approaches the same alley.)
Seo-jun: The Bulldog returned the very next day, walking the very same path.
(The gang members greet the young man with wicked smiles before delivering vicious punch combinations, throwing him into garbage, and dumping out the materials from his bag.)
Seo-jun: And in the pursuit of success, he received the very same punishment.
(The young man is seen taping up different parts of his body and covering different bruises as the days go by, and we see cuts of him practicing moves in his bedroom, admiring the greats who came before him, and putting on more of a fight with each time he’d visit the alley.)
Seo-jun: This became every day. Like clockwork, the Bulldog continued his routine on the way to his dojo… he could have cowered, he could have taken the short cut, he could have taken the easy way out, and he would not have been blamed for doing so.
(The young man can be seen landing hits on the gang members with every losing battle that passes by.)
Seo-jun: But a spirit was inside him that could not be contained.
(The gang members grow increasingly frustrated as the montage of days continue to pass by.)
Seo-jun: The Doberman pack could not understand the Bulldog’s resolve, and they began to fear what they could not understand. The Bulldog would not be deterred from his path. He would tread forth each day, moved by iron will, and never ending resolve. Until one day..
(The young man can be seen with tattered clothes, dragging himself up the road and turning the corner to that same alley.)
Seo-jun: When the Bulldog braced for yet another round of punishment…
(The young man enters the alleyway, only to find that it is empty. His path to the dojo is clear.)
Seo-jun: Punishment was nowhere to be found.
(The young man continues down the alleyway, and the flashback ends with the young man entering the dojo. We return to the same alleyway present day, where Seo-jun is looking up at something off camera with a smile still on his face.)
Seo-jun: Hardship is promised for all who seek greatness; but no matter how hard the road may become, never forego what brought you here, traveller.
(Screen focuses up to a brick wall where a mural is painted as a monument to the young man, with the words painted underneath: “FIGHTING SPIRIT.”)
Seo-jun: Never forego your Fighting Spirit.
( Fade to black. )
(Fighting Spirits fades from the intro and cuts to the parking lot area. The Visual Prophet, Veena Adams, and Nina are all seen getting out of a rather posh limousine. All three of them look immaculate tonight, and Veena Adams wears the most confident smile on her face that she’s ever had. As the trio near the entrance of the stadium, Veena stops them and places a hand on Viz’s arm.
Veena Adams: I know that you’ve had a rough road lately, but back when I used to go to church there was something the preacher used to talk about that always stuck with me. The devil always tries to get you and knock you down, right as you are about to reach places that are better than you’ve ever been.
(Veena steps in front of Viz and places her hands on his chest.)
Veena Adams: Vizzy, tonight is the beginning of your rebirth. Forget the stupid garbage that’s happened the past few weeks and focus on what’s ahead. You are on your way to Pain for Pride, ready to compete in the Cash in the Vault ladder match. As soon as you have that briefcase in your hands, no one can deny or stop you from becoming a world champion. You are the most beautiful thing in this company, baby, and tonight you are going to end the hopes and dreams of every single Voltage Elitist who’s ever tried to step in your way.
Nina: Bae ready for tonight! Bae knows this is it!
The Visual Prophet: Indeed. I’m ready. Rex McAllister is going to feel every ounce of frustration I’ve had coursing through my body since Grand Rampage. He’s going to get punished for every rude word, every laugh, every snide remark, and every other thing that someone has said that’s pissed me off or made me feel anything other than perfectly at peace. I’m going to hurt him even worse than I already have, and gift you Voltage just like I did the New Breed Championship.
(Viz smirks at Veena, and she bats her eyes in response. After a few seconds, Veena steps away from Viz and laces her arm through his. She looks over at Nina and smiles.)
Veena Adams: I feel bad for anyone in this fucking company that tries to stand in our way after tonight.
(The three of them make their way into the building, and that scene fades out.)
(Fight Spirit cuts to the ring, where Bella Braxton standing by. She looks beautiful dressed in The Visual Prophet’s Fashion Nova collection from head to toe. The official theme song of Fighting Spirit, “Stuck in My Ways” by Kid Bookie and Corey Taylor is playing! Gold and white pyro is exploding from the stage!)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… WELCOME TO FIGHTING SPIRIT: SEOUL!!!!!
(The crowd erupts as the Fighting Spirit theme song fades out.)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bella Braxton: AND IT’S FOR THE EAW UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!!
(‘Crazy Train’ by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing as the crowd explodes in cheers, with Korey Gaines making his way to the ring. He waits at the ramp as ‘Hair of the Dog’ by Nazareth follows, with the cheering continuing for Farrel V.)
Bella Braxton: MAKING THEIR WAY TO THE RING… THE TEAM OF, KOREY GAINES AND FARRELL V!!!!
James Peters: These two have only been together for around two weeks yet they’ve already been an impressive team! They got this opportunity after defeating the Legion, and considering Xander Payne and Myles’ story, I wouldn’t be surprised if they can make the same miracle happen tonight!
Rich Russillo: You’re right, although let’s not forget, these two aren’t new to the company. This isn’t just about making a miracle, they’ve both been very talented competitors since day one, and this match is definitely going to live up to that.
(‘Enemy Strike’ by Yuki Hayashi follows as Myles comes down to the ring with the Golden Skull mask. When he gets to the end of the ramp he unmasks himself as ‘It Follows’ begins to play, to a more mixed reaction to Xander Payne.)
Bella Braxton: And their opponents… At a combined weight of 448 pounds… THEY ARE THE EAW UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… THE TEAM OF XANDER PAYNE AND MYLES, THEEEE WIIIIIILDCAARRDSS!!!!
James Peters: Well it only takes Xander Payne to notice the size difference between the two teams.
Rich Russillo: Stop that.
James Peters: Sorry. Xander Payne and Myles have made an interesting team from the start. Not many teams can stem from pure hatred, but these two have somehow managed to put their differences aside, leading to what you see here, your current tag team champions!
Rich Russillo: Yep! These two defeated the Jaded Hearts and the Revolution to win those titles, and it’s safe to assume that they’re not looking to lose those titles anytime soon. These two have slightly more experience working together than Farrell and Korey, but will that be a factor in this match?
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: Here we go! To kick off our match for the Unified Tag Team Championships, we have Myles and Korey Gaines starting in the ring, and the two immediately engage in a lock up! Myles is quick to power Gaines to the ropes, and he holds him there to the count of four! The two immediately try locking up again, but Myles now is able to get a headlock in on Gaines! Myles immediately able to get Korey to the ground, but Gaines wraps around Myles with his legs, freeing himself of the headlock as the two get back to their feet! The two manage to lock up one more time but this time it’s Gaines looking in the headlock! Myles is able to push Gaines to the ropes, but Gaines now slides underneath Myles, AND THERE’S A DROPKICK BY GAINES!
Rich Russillo: That dropkick caused Myles to stumble into the ropes, and there’s Gaines charging in- BUT HE RECEIVES A BOOT TO THE FACE BY THE SOLDIER! Myles now grabbing Korey from behind, GERMAN SUPLE- NO! GAINES FLIPS OUT OF IT, AND THERE’S A REVERSE FRANKENSTEINER, DRIVING MYLES’ HEAD STRAIGHT INTO THE MAT! Xander wanting the tag but in no way is Gaines willing to let Myles get to him, as now he climbs to the top rope! OKIE SPLAS- NO! MYLES GETS OUT OF THE WAY BUT BOTH MEN MANAGE TO GET TO THEIR FEET- AND WHAT A KNEE STRIKE BY MYLES! THAT MAY BE LIGHTS OUT FOR GAINES AS MYLES GOES FOR THE COVER!
James Peters: KICK OUT BY GAINES! Myles now dragging Gaines up into a powerbomb position, BUT GAINES WITH A HURRICANRANA RIGHT INTO HIS CORNER! Gaines now making the tag to Farrell, and Gaines with an irish whip to Myles off the ropes! DOUBLE DROPKICK CONNECTS! Farrell now, ROLLING THUNDER! THE ROLLING THUNDER CONNECTS- BUT THERE’S A SUPERKICK! XANDER PAYNE JUST FLOORED FARRELL WITH A SUPERKICK, BUT THERE’S GAINES WITH A DIVING CROSSBODY, TAKING OUT THE PAYNEKILLER! Xander now outside the ring getting to his feet, but look at Gaines! SUICIDE DIVE TO XANDER CONNECTS!
Rich Russillo: Myles and Farrell are both getting to their feet, but Myles is the first to make a move as he immediately goes after Farrell with multiple hard hitting forearms! Myles with an Irish whip to Farrell as he charges right in, BUT FARRELL PULLS THE ROPE DOWN, AND MYLES GOES RIGHT OVER IT TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! MYLES JUST CRASHED RIGHT OUT ONTO THE MAT, AND FARRELL IS WAITING FOR HIM TO GET BACK TO HIS FEET! FARRELL RUNNING THE ROPES NOW AS MYLES FINDS HIS FOOTING! SUICIDE DIV- NO! THERE’S NO WAY! MYLES JUST CAUGHT FARRELL RIGHT OUT OF MIDAIR, AND THERE’S A SUPLEX ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!
Rich Russillo: MYLES NOW ROLLING FARRELL BACK INTO THE RING, AND THIS MATCH HAS BEEN BASICALLY A HANDICAP MATCH EVER SINCE XANDER WAS TAKEN OUT! THIS DOESN’T SEEM TO MATTER TO MYLES THOUGH AS HE LIFTS FARRELL UP, AND THERE’S THE CANADIAN RACK, INTO THE DDT! IT CONNECTS AS MYLES GOES FOR THE COVER ONCE MORE IN THIS MATCH!
James Peters: FARRELL KICKS OUT AT TWO- BUT THERE’S A CROSSFACE BY MYLES! FARRELL IS STRUGGLING TO GET OUT OF IT AS MYLES LOCKED IN A CROSSFACE, JUST ASK XANDER FINALLY MANAGES TO MAKE HIS WAY BACK TO THE APRON! WILL FARRELL HAVE TO TAP? FARRELL IS TRYING TO REACH FOR THE ROPES, BUT I DON’T THINK HE CAN MAKE IT! FARRELL IS DOING EVERYTHING HE CAN, BUT MYLES WON’T LET GO! REPEATED PUNCHES TO THE HANDS OF MYLES, CAN FARRELL BREAK FREE OF THE CROSSFACE!? WAIT, WHAT!?
Rich Russillo: MYLES JUST RELEASED THE CROSSFACE, WHY? WAIT A SECOND, MYLES LIFTS FARRELL UP, POWERBOMB! AND HE LIFTS HIM UP ONCE MORE, AND THERE’S A SPINNING SIT OUT POWERBOMB, AND MYLES NOW PINS FARRELL ONCE MORE AFTER A DEVASTATING COMBINATION OF MOVES!
Rich Russillo: FARRELL GETS THE SHOULDER UP, BUT THAT WAS NOTHING SHORT OF AMAZING FROM MYLES! Myles now tagging Xander in, AND XANDER IS ALREADY LOOKING TO PICK UP WHERE MYLES LEFT OFF AS HE LOCKS IN A CROSSFACE OF HIS OWN, AND I DON’T THINK XANDER IS WILLING TO RELEASE THIS! GAINES IS REACHING HIS HAND OUT TO FARRELL BUT IT’S NO USE, THERE’S NO WAY FARRELL CAN MAKE IT TO GAINES! IF HE DOESN’T TAP HE MIGHT JUST PASS OUT HERE, BUT LOOK! FARRELL IS STILL TRYING TO FIGHT OUT OF IT! FARRELL CONSTANTLY PUNCHING THE ARMS OF XANDER, AND NOW HE’S DOING IT! FARRELL MANAGES TO PULL XANDER’S ARMS OFF OF HIM! FARRELL ESCAPED THE HOLD, AND NOW HE LEAPS OUT, MANAGING TO TAG IN KOREY GAINES!
James Peters: GAINES ENTERING THE RING WITH A HEAD FULL OF STEAM AS HE CHARGES RIGHT AT XANDER! XANDER ATTEMPTS A CLOTHESLINE BUT GAINES DUCKS IT AS HE BOUNCES OFF OF THE ROPES, AND THERE’S AN ENZUIGIRI BY GAINES, CAUSING XANDER TO ROLL OUT OF THE RING! GAINES NOW RUNNING IN, BASEBALL SLIDE- NO! XANDER CAUGHT THE LEGS, AND NOW HE PULLS HIM INTO A POWERBOMB POSITION! DON’T DO IT XANDER, HE’S LOOKING TOWARDS THE APRON, BUT NO! GAINES MANAGES TO GET ONTO THE APRON AND KICK XANDER AWAY, AND THERE’S A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT TO XANDER OUTSIDE OF THE RING! GAINES NOW ROLLING XANDER BACK INTO THE RING AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S WAITING FOR HIM TO GET TO HIS FEET AS HE WAITS ON THE APRON!
Rich Russillo: GAINES WATCHES ON AS XANDER SLOWLY MANAGES TO GET TO HIS FEET, AND GAINES NOW WITH A SPRINGBOARD C- OH MY GOD! XANDER JUST SUPERKICKED GAINES RIGHT OUT OF MIDAIR! GAINES JUST GOT SUPERKICKED RIGHT IN THE JAW, AND THAT MIGHT BE IT AS XANDER LOOKS FOR THE COVER!
Rich Russillo: HOW!? HOW DID GAINES GET HIS SHOULDER UP AFTER THAT!? THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN IT FOR HIM, BUT SOMEHOW GAINES MANAGED TO SAVE THE MATCH FOR HIM AND FARRELL! XANDER CAN’T BELIEVE HIS EYES, AND TO BE HONEST I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER! BUT XANDER’S NOW PICKING GAINES UP! WHAT’S HE DOING?
James Peters: XANDER HOLDING GAINES AS HE TAGS IN MYLES, AND EVEN AFTER WHAT GAINES JUST DID THIS MAY BE IT! MYLES TO THE TOP ROPE AS XANDER HOLDS GAINES IN POWERBOMB POSITION! GOLD RUSH- WHAT!? GAINES JUST COUNTERED THE GOLD RUSH, HITTING XANDER WITH A HURRICANRANA AS MYLES WENT CRASHING INTO THE MAT! GAINES CHARGING IN AS MYLES GETS TO A KNEE, OKIE DESTROYER CONNECTS, AND THERE’S THE TAG TO FARRELL V! FARRELL TO THE TOP ROPE NOW, THIS MIGHT BE IT! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH! IT CONNECTS! THE FROG SPLASH CONNECTS AND THERE’S THE COVER TO WIN THE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!
Rich Russillo: MYLES GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!! YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, HOW DID HE JUST DO THAT!? BOTH GAINES AND FARRELL LOOKING IN PURE SHOCK, AS NOW IT’S MYLES WHO MANAGED TO SAVE THE MATCH FOR HIS TEAM! FARRELL NOW CLIMBING BACK TO THE TOP ROPE, YOU DON’T THINK HE’S GOING TO GO FOR A SECOND ONE, RIGHT?
James Peters: I DON’T KNOW RICH! BOTH COMPETITORS BOTH IN THE RING AND ON THE APRON WANT THESE TITLES, AND IT’S CLEAR THAT THEY’LL DO WHAT THEY HAVE TO TO GET IT! FARRELL IS LOOKING DOWN AT MYLES, AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO GO FOR IT! FIVE STAR FROG SPLAS- NO! MYLES GOT THE KNEES UP THIS TIME! FARRELL ATTEMPTED TO HIT A SECOND SPLASH BUT THIS TIME MYLES GOT HIS KNEES UP, AND NOW BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
Rich Russillo: MYLES TRYING TO CRAWL OVER TO HIS CORNER BUT THERE’S NO ONE THERE AFTER GAINES TOOK XANDER OUT WITH THE HURRICANRANA, AND NOW ONCE AGAIN IT’S BECOME A TWO ON ONE HANDICAP MATCH AS FARRELL MANAGES TO MAKE THE TAG TO GAINES! MYLES IS IN A LOT OF TROUBLE, AS THE FIRST THING GAINES DOES IS BEGIN TO STOMP A HOLE INTO THE SOLDIER! GAINES IS RELENTLESS HERE, YOU CAN SEE JUST HOW MUCH THIS MATCH MEANS FOR HIM!
James Peters: The referee now having to split the two up as Myles has to pull himself under the ring, BUT GAINES RUNS IN ONCE AGAIN! AND THIS TIME HE CONNECTS WITH THE BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK, SENDING MYLES INTO THE BARRICADE! Gaines now dragging Myles around to our commentary table, AND HE SLAMS MYLES HEADFIRST RIGHT INTO IT! GAINES NOW, THROWING MYLES INTO THE RINGPOST, AND THIS IS JUST LIKE WHAT I WAS SAYING! THAT THEY’D DO WHATEVER THEY MUST TO WIN THESE CHAMPIONSHIPS! GAINES NOW ROLLING MYLES INTO THE RING, AN- OH MY GOD!
Rich Russillo: XANDER JUST BULLDOZED GAINES WITH A CLOTHESLINE, BUT THERE’S FARRELL, DIVING OFF THE APRON WITH A- NO! XANDER WITH A SECOND SUPERKICK, THIS TIME TAKING FARRELL OUT OF THE SKY! THE REFEREE IS TRYING TO YELL TO XANDER TO STOP, BUT I DON’T THINK HE PLANS ON LISTENING, AND NOW LOOK! XANDER’S LIFTING GAINES UP, AND THERE IT IS!!! THE POWERBOMB ONTO THE APRON CONNECTS, AND NOW XANDER ROLLS GAINES BACK INTO THE RING, TRYING TO GET MYLES TO COVER HIM! MYLES IS CRAWLING TO GAINES, BUT INSTEAD OF COVERING GAINES HE MANAGES TO LIFT HIM UP! MYLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? WAIT, OH MY GOD, DE FACTO! THE DE FACTO CONNECTS AND MYLES JUST COLLAPSED INTO THE COVER!
James Peters: BUT GAINES GOT THE ROPES! GAINES MANAGED TO GET THE ROPES AND THE REFEREE NOTICED JUST BEFORE THREE! YOU CAN SEE THE FRUSTRATION IN MYLES’ FACE AS THE REFEREE IS TELLING HIM WHAT HAPPENED, AND THIS IS JUST UNREAL! SOMEHOW THIS MATCH IS STILL GOING ON, BUT NOW IT’S THE WILDCARDS WITH THE NUMBERS ADVANTAGE AFTER XANDER HIT THAT SUPERKICK ON FARRELL!
Rich Russillo: Myles now using the ropes to get to his feet, and there’s the tag to Xander! Personally I don’t know what else there is left to do, BUT XANDER DRIVES HIS FOOT INTO THE MIDSECTION OF GAINES, AND NOW THERE’S A HUGE STOMP BY PAYNE! Payne now is looking to do whatever damage he can to Korey, he’s trying to end this match once and for all! Xander now dragging Korey to his feet, AND HE THROWS HIM RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLES, SENDING HIS SHOULDER INTO THE POST! Xander is destroying Gaines! This might be the downfall of Gaines and Farrell if they can’t change things soon!
James Peters: But what is there to change? We’ve seen Myles kick out of the five star frog splash, and Xander has had an answer for just about everything that’s been thrown at him! But Xander now to the top rope, and this could be a mistake! Xander now, WITH A MOONSAULT, AND IT CONNECTS! THE MOONSAULT CONNECTS AND THERE’S THE COVER, AND THIS TIME GAINES ISN’T ANYWHERE NEAR THE ROPES!
James Peters: FARRELL V JUST BROKE UP THE PIN! FARRELL JUST SAVED THE MATCH AND NOW HE’S HELPING GAINES TO HIS FEET AS MYLES STEPS IN THE RING, AND THE REFEREE NEEDS TO DO SOMETHING BEFORE THIS GETS OUT OF HAND!
Rich Russillo: BOTH TEAMS ARE STARING EACH OTHER DOWN, AND NOW THERE IT IS! THIS HAS TURNED INTO A BRAWL BETWEEN THE TWO TEAMS, MYLES AND GAINES! XANDER AND FARRELL! ALL GOING BACK AND FORTH WITH ONE ANOTHER! GAINES SWINGS FOR A ROUNDHOUSE, BUT MYLES DUCKS IT, AND THERE’S A KNEE STRIKE, SENDING GAINES OUT OF THE RING! MEANWHILE FARRELL V JUST SENT XANDER OVER THE ROPES WITH A CLOTHESLINE! NEITHER MAN IN THE RING IS LEGAL, BUT WHAT NOW! BOTH MYLES AND FARRELL RUN THE ROPES, TOPE CON HILO BY MYLES, AND A SUICIDE DIVE BY FARRELL IN SYNC! WHAT DID WE JUST SEE!?
James Peters: MYLES AND FARRELL NOW ROLLING XANDER AND GAINES BACK INTO THE RING, BUT NOW IT’S THE TWO OF THEM BRAWLING OUTSIDE OF THE RING AS NEITHER GAINES NOR XANDER HAS MADE IT TO THEIR FEET! MYLES WITH A HARD RIGHT FIST TO FARRELL! NOW FARRELL FIRES BACK WITH ONE OF HIS OWN! NOW MYLES! NOW FARRELL! MYLES! FARRELL! MYLES! FARRELL! FARRELL WITH A KNEE TO MYLES’ MIDSECTION, AND NOW LOOK, DOUBLE UNDERHOOK FACEBUSTER BY FARRELL!
Rich Russillo: MEANWHILE IN THE RING GAINES AND XANDER ARE SLOWLY MAKING IT BACK TO THEIR FEET, AND NOW IT’S XANDER PAYNE VS GAINES AND FARRELL AFTER MYLES WAS JUST TAKEN OUT! XANDER FIRING A RIGHT HAND AT GAINES NOW, AND GAINES SENDS ONE BACK, BUT THIS TIME XANDER BLOCKS THE HAND, AND NOW XANDER IS JUST UNLOADING ON GAINES! PUNCH AFTER PUNCH, XANDER IS FIRING OFF HUGE SHOTS TO HIM, AND THERE’S THE BLOODY NOSE, XANDER JUST HIT THE DISCUS PALM STRIKE, BUSTING GAINES’ NOSE! XANDER ISN’T GIVING KOREY ANY TIME TO BREATHE, AS GAINES NOW CRAWLS INTO THE CORNER, BUT LOOK AT XANDER! CANNONBALL CONNECTS! XANDER HAS BEEN ON A WARPATH!
James Peters: BUT HOW LONG CAN HE KEEP IT UP? GAINES HAS A PARTNER TO TAG IN, XANDER DOESN’T! ALTHOUGH I DON’T THINK XANDER MINDS TO MUCH AS HE SENDS GAINES INTO THE ROPES, POP UP POWERBOMB! JUST LIKE THAT, I THINK THAT’S IT! THE COVER BY XANDER BUT, WHY ISN’T THE REFEREE COUNTING!?
Rich Russillo: ROLLING THUNDER BY FARRELL, AND IT LOOKS LIKE FARRELL TAGGED HIMSELF IN JUST AS GAINES WENT INTO THE ROPES! AND YOU MAY HAVE BEEN RIGHT JAMES BECAUSE THIS IS WHERE THE NUMBERS ADVANTAGE COMES INTO PLAY! FARRELL GOT INTO THE RING AND ALREADY HE’S ON THE ATTACK AFTER HE JUST LAID XANDER OUT WITH THE ROLLING THUNDER! Farrell V now backing up into the corner, waiting for Xander to get back up at the opposite one, to which he slowly does! Farrell charging in now, MISSILE DROPKICK, SENDING XANDER INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! FARRELL NOW UP TO THE TOP ROPE, AND THAT’S A DIVING MOONSAULT, BUT THIS TIME IT’S XANDER ON THE RECEIVING END OF IT! NOW THERE’S THE COVER BY FARRELL!
James Peters: AND XANDER GETS THE SHOULDER UP! XANDER SURVIVED BUT THIS MATCH MAY BE COMING TO A CLOSE VERY SOON! MYLES IS OUT, GAINES IS ON THE APRON BUT HE DOESN’T HAVE MUCH LEFT! IT’S DOWN TO FARRELL AND XANDER TO GET THIS MATCH FINISHED, BUT WHICH ONE OF THEM WILL LEAVE HOLDING THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS? FARRELL IS CLIMBING UP TO THE TOP ROPE, BUT WHAT’S HE GOING TO DO THIS TIME? WHAT HAS HE NOT DONE YET?
Rich Russillo: I DON’T KNOW, BUT HE’S GOING FOR IT ANYWAY, FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH! IT CONNECTS, BUT LOOK, THE CROSSFACE! FARRELL HAS LOCKED IN THE UNCLE, AND XANDER MAY JUST HAVE TO TAP! XANDER IS TRYING TO REACH THE ROPES, BUT HE’S FADING! XANDER IS FADING! XANDER LOST AT TEMPEST VIA SUBMISSION, CAN WE SEE THE SAME THING HERE? AND NOW HERE’S THE REFEREE TO CHECK HIS HAND! HE LIFTS IT UP!
AND IT DROPS! HE LIFTS IT UP ONCE MORE!
THE HAND DROPS AGAIN! THIS COULD BE IT! THE REFEREE LIFTS IT UP!
James Peters: NO! XANDER’S STILL FIGHTING! XANDER IS PULLING HIMSELF TO THE ROPES WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS LEFT! AND THERE IT IS, XANDER GRABS THE ROPES, AND FARRELL HAS TO LET GO OF THE SUBMISSION! SOMEHOW XANDER HAS SURVIVED, BUT FARRELL NOW IRISH WHIPPING XANDER INTO HIS CORNER- BUT XANDER KNOCKS KOREY OFF THE APRON IN THE PROCESS! AND NOW FARRELL CHARGES IN, BUT XANDER GETS OUT OF THE WAY! XANDER NOW ROLLING FARRELL UP!
Rich Russillo: FARRELL KICKS OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND! BUT XANDER LIFTS HIM UP! FALGOROSHI! THE FALCON ARROW INTO THE USHIGOROSHI! I DON’T KNOW IF HE MEANT TO DO THAT OR IF IT WAS INSTINCT, BUT THIS COULD BE IT, XANDER NOW TO THE TOP ROPE, SWANTON BOMB CONNECTS, AND HE STAYS THERE FOR THE COVER!
Rich Russillo: WAIT, FARRELL PULLED XANDER INTO A CRUCIFIX ROLL UP PIN!
James Peters: BUT LOOK! MYLES FREED XANDER FROM THE PIN! MYLES MANAGED TO PULL XANDER OUT OF THE CRUCIFIX, AND NOW THE SOLDIER IS FINALLY BACK TO HIS CORNER! BOTH XANDER AND FARRELL HAVING A TOUGH TIME EVEN MAKING IT BACK UP TO THEIR FEET, THIS MATCH HAS TAKEN SUCH A TOLL ON THEM!
Rich Russillo: XANDER TRYING TO MAKE TO TO MYLES, BUT NOW LOOK! FARRELL WITH A SLEEPER HOLD! FARRELL V HAS THE SLEEPER HOLD LOCKED IN AND AFTER EVERYTHING DONE BEFORE IT MIGHT NOT TAKE LONG FOR XANDER TO PASS OUT! XANDER IS TRYING TO GET TO THE ROPES, BUT HE’S FADING BY THE SECOND, AND NOW XANDER’S DROPPED TO HIS KNEES! IS THIS IT FOR THE WILDCARDS? XANDER IS TRYING TO CRAWL TO THE ROPES, BUT FARRELL IS PULLING HIM AWAY!
James Peters: BUT LOOK, XANDER’S MAKING IT BACK UP! XANDER’S GETTING TO HIS FEET, AND WHAT’S HE DOING? XANDER, RAMMING HIMSELF AND FARRELL INTO THE CORNER, BUT HE’S NOT DONE! XANDER BACKING UP, AND NOW HE CHARGES IN ONCE MORE, WITH A SECOND CANNONBALL! BOTH MEN FALLING OUT OF THE CORNER, BUT NEITHER ARE ABLE TO GET TO THEIR FEET! THIS IS XANDER’S OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE THE TAG BUT I DON’T THINK XANDER EVEN REALIZES WHAT’S GOING ON! THIS IS A CRUCIAL MOMENT, BUT LOOK! GAINES ON THE TOP ROPE! 450 SPLAS-
Rich Russillo: What did we just see?
James Peters: I think, Myles just kneed Gaines, right out of the sky. Someone needs to check on Gaines, his nose could be in pieces right now!
Rich Russillo: you’re right, but now there’s the referee telling Myles to exit the ring, but now what’s Xander and Farrell going to do? Both men finally get to their feet, but Farrell is the one making the first move! Farrell with a series of forearms, and now he bounces off the ropes! FARRELL WITH A-
James Peters: POP UP POWERBOMB BY XANDER! FARRELL JUST GOT DROPPED WITH THE POP UP POWERBOMB BUT XANDER PICKS HIM BACK UP, AND HE WALKS BACK INTO HIS CORNER SO MYLES CAN TAG HIMSELF IN! MYLES TO THE TOP ROPE! AND THERE’S THE GOLD RUSH, IT CONNECTS THIS TIME AND MYLES FINALLY GETS THE PIN WITH GAINES NOWHERE TO BE FOUND!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bella Braxton: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… AND STILL YOUR UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…. XANDER PAYNE AND MYLES, THE WIILLDCARRRRRDSSS!!!!
James Peters: What an incredible contest! Both teams had so many chances to win but in the end it was the Wildcards that managed to do it! I didn’t even think it’d be possible for Xander to have that strength left in him, but somehow he did it, that pop up powerbomb followed by the Gold Rush!
Rich Russillo: Yeah, but let’s not forget this match could have still been going if Myles didn’t somehow knee Gaines right out of midair, just when he was attempting to hit that Okie Splash on Xander! Someone needs to check on Gaines, but what a great ma- OH MY GOD! IS THAT, IS THAT THE LEGION?
James Peters: THE LEGION JUST TOOK OUT THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! KYIE WITH A SUPERKICK TO XANDER, AND A SECOND TO MYLES! KYIE NOW WITH A BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX TO MYLES, AND THERE’S THE SILENT SHOT, FINN HIT THE PENALTY KICK! KYIE NOW CHARGING AT XANDER, AND THERE’S THE AK47, THE KNEE STRIKE CONNECTS! THE LEGION NOW THROWING THE WILDCARDS OUT OF THE RING, SOMETHING NEEDS TO BE DONE ABOUT THIS!
Rich Russillo: What just happened? They just took out the champions after such a grueling match, but I don’t think they’re done!
James Peters: Oh no, There’s Kyie, grabbing Farrell, AND HE THROWS HIM RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! BUT HE’S NOT FINISHED, AND THERE’S THE KINGDOM! FARRELL NOW FALLING RIGHT INTO FINN, AND THERE IT IS! IN FOR THE KILL! THE LEGION JUST HIT FARRELL V WITH THE HEART OF THE REVOLUTION, AND JUST LOOK AT WHAT THEY’VE DONE HERE!
(During all of this, Korey Gaines has managed to get the heck out of dodge!)
Rich Russillo: I don’t think we’ve ever seen the Legion like this! They just laid waste to Farrell V, and the tag team champions!
(Finn and Kyie celebrate the chaos they’ve caused, and Fighting Spirit fades to its first commercial break of the night.)
(Commercial break for the new Amber Keys book, titled “How To Effectively Betray The Right People And Still Have The World Love You.” Chapter three is all about hitting Answers World Champion, Theron Nikolas, in the nuts.)
(Camera opens backstage as Fighting Spirit returns to find Rex McAllister in his dressing room getting warmed up, already in his ring and entrance gear. Raven Roberts sits on the couch with her legs crossed, wearing a black lace sleeved crop top that buttons just at the middle, a pair of cream colored pants, and a pair of slingback kitten heels. Her right arm sits in a sling. She watches as Rex moves quietly around the room, a thoughtful look on his face.)
Raven Roberts: Rexy? What’re you thinking, baby? You look like you’re lost deeper than I usually get.
Rex McAllister: ……
(Rex continues moving around, part unsure of how to answer the question, part unsure if he wanted to.)
Raven Roberts: Rex. It’s me. If you’re not going to open up to me, then who will you open up to?
(Rex pauses, half-smiling after the question. He walks over and takes a seat next to Raven.)
Rex McAllister: I… I’m ok. Yeah, there’s a lot on my mind, but it’s just the whole nature of this match. I’ll figure it out. (He reaches over and rubs Raven’s injured arm.) What about you? How’s your arm feeling?
(The question makes the Bird smile, before reaching over to grab his hand with her good one, lacing her fingers in his. They sit quietly for a moment before she speaks.)
Raven Roberts: Don’t do this. I… I’ll find a way to be ok. The fact that in the midst of all this you want to stop and tend to me is… so amazingly sweet. You’re one of the most selfless men I’ve ever met, and I appreciate the way you care about me. But tonight is about you. I’m not here to be taken care of, I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. I’m here to see you and support you while you put Prince-lite down for the count. If something’s bothering you, let me help you work it out. You say it yourself all the time. We pick each other back up.
(She squeezes his hand as he looks at her, smirking at her for turning the tables back on him.)
Rex McAllister: You’re right… I suppose it’s just the way this match has really come about. There’s just so many moving parts to it. The first part being the whole Veena situation. I definitely can’t let her gain equal control to Matt. She was enough of a nightmare when she was his ‘assistant commissioner’ or whatever it was meant to be. Changing matches, creating all these ways to just screw people over, just generally making things hell around here.
Raven Roberts: I remember. I was in the building that night she changed your title shot against Noah to that goofy tag match. You lost your shot at the World Heavyweight Championship because Daryl Kinkade got pinned by Tyler Wolfe. That’s really fucked up. And her having even more power would only make it worse for everyone who isn’t her favorite pet.
Rex McAllister: Exactly. It’s widespread across the roster. It’s not just me she’s messed with. And then you top it off with all these accusations about Matt wanting to shove me back up at the top over and over again.
Raven Roberts: Ironic when you consider how she’s trying to shove Viz to the top at all times.
Rex McAllister: Well that’s a whole other issue. But everything I’ve gotten has been the result of hard work and doing things the right way. I’ve had my darker days, but I got where I am by perseverance. So this whole notion of me being a company produced champion is just ridiculous.
(Raven scoots closer to him, pulling herself in with her good arm.)
Raven Roberts: Don’t let their lies get under your skin. I know the truth, the whole world knows the truth. Rex McAllister is a self-made success who has gone through hell to prove he belongs at the top of this company. And when you go out to that ring tonight, you’ll show Viz and Veena that same truth. Veena is only here because of her family. Viz is only here because of Veena thinking he’s pretty. You’re here because you’re the best.
(Rex looks back at her for a moment as a smile forms on his face. He lets out a short chuckle before nodding his head.)
Rex McAllister: I thought this was usually my job to do for you?
Raven Roberts: I’m a woman of many talents.
Rex McAllister: That you are. Thank you, babe. For being here for me.
Raven Roberts: Always.
(Rex pulls her hand up and gives it a kiss before standing back to his feet and resuming his warm ups.)
Rex McAllister: Now I have to finish getting ready. Can’t go in half-assed. Viz may be Veena’s pet, but he’s still dangerous. And the Kiss to the Head is lethal.
(Raven stands up herself and moves towards Rex.)
Raven Roberts: I mean his Kiss to the Head is dangerous, but he tried to put me away with it before and I kicked out. Besides. I think MY kiss to the head is much more dangerous.
Rex McAllister: Oh really? Prove it.
(She puts her left hand on the back of his head and pulls him down while leaning on the tips of her toes, kissing his forehead.)
Rex McAllister: Damn. Instant knockout.
(The two share a laugh as the camera fades.)
(Fighting Spirit fades back in and cuts to ringside. Bella stands in the center of the ring, smiling from ear to ear.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
“Wait a minute, what’s that sound I hear? Wha? I think it’s.. it’s IT IS! IT’S CHAOS! IT’S.. (indecipherable sound)”
(The opening lyrics to “Blackout” by Company Flow play throughout the arena and immediately the crowd recognizes the theme song to Lethal Consequences who steps out from the back to a mixed reaction. Lethal Consequences continues down the ramp and slides under the rope and into the ring.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Oakland, California – weighing in at 230 pounds… he is LETTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL CONSEEEEEEEEEEEEQUENNNNCCCCCCCCCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: You gotta wonder the emotions that must be running through his mind. I’m sure he can’t wait to get his hands on Impact.
James Peters: That’s exactly what Impact wants. If Lethal Consequences can’t keep his emotions in check then this one will be over quick!
(A chorus of boos shake the Seoul World Cup Stadium in anticipation. “Can I Live?” by Jay-Z pops throughout the stadium and the boos only get louder. Impact emerges from the back calmly, paying no mind to the crowd. He slowly treads towards the ring, eyeing the Pain for Pride XII sign up in the rafters.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing his opponent, from Seattle, Washington – weighing in at 240 pounds he is.. IMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: What more is there to say? He’s done it all and he’s set up pretty at Pain for Pride XII. In his eyes, it doesn’t matter who he faces be it, Noah or Jackson. He might be as focused as he’s ever been, James.
James: Well, that’s in the future. This is now and as a veteran and an icon of this business he should know not to look past Lethal Consequences. These two have so much history, dating back to Pain for Pride ll. The familiarity cannot be ignored.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Rich Russillo: Impact is nose to nose with Lethal Consequences.
Lethal Consequences: I..
Impact: Shut your mouth before I fuck it.
Lethal Consequences: :dave:
James Peters: And here.. we.. go! Impact and Lethal Consequences tag each other with fists of fury! Neither of them particularly gaining an advantage! I spoke too soon! A cheap thumb to the eye from Impact, he measures Lethal Consequences and slices his chest with a knife edged chop! Lethal Consequences quickly retaliates with one of his own! Now Impact sends one back! Lethal Consequences with a quick thumb to the eye.
Rich Russillo: Well, I guess the referee is showing a bit of leeway here, which I don’t mind one bit. These two veterans know what they’re doing. Lethal Consequences sends a right hook Impact’s way but he managed to evade it and catches his wrist, twisting around and down with an arm wrench! He’s yanking Lethal Consequences’ arm like a bullrope! He then drives the point of his elbow right into the joint! Lethal Consequences grimaces and looks towards the ropes!
Impact (Off Mic): ASK HIM!
Referee (Off Mic): What do you say Lethal Consequences?
James Peters: WHOA! Lethal Consequences just tattooed Impact across the jaw! Lethal Consequences dashes forward and clotheslines Impact down to the mat, but Impact quickly gets to his feet! Arm drag takedown by Impact on the same arm he was working on before! He might be trying to neutralizing one of his arms to prevent Lethal Consequences’ finishing move called Acid Rain, a devastating diamond cutter.
Rich Russillo: Maybe so but Lethal Consequences is having none of it! Double leg takedown! He quickly rises to his feet and steps through the legs of Impact! Could it be? Blackout?! Not this time! Impact uses his free foot to kick Lethal Consequences off of him! He rolls out of harm’s way and gets to his feet! They quickly re-engage with a traditional collar-and-elbow tie up, Impact quickly shifts Lethal Consequences into a side headlock, but Lethal Consequences just as swiftly scoops up Impact with a back suplex!
James Peters: However Impact cat-like, lands on his feet behind Lethal Consequences! Millennial Incarceration! COBRA CLUTCH! However, Lethal Consequences manages to slip out of the submission maneuver before Impact could get it cinched in. Impact continues his assault with a an attempted knee lift but Lethal Consequences swipes Impact’s leg out from under him just in the nick of time! Lethal Consequences with a surprise cover!
Rich Russillo: Kickout before the ref could even reach one! Small cradle by Impact!
James Peters: Lethal Consequences powers out! Both are back up to their feet! Lethal Consequences speeds towards Impact! Back body drop by Impact, scratch that, sunset flip into a pin by Lethal Consequences!
Rich Russillo: Impact shoots his legs up to kick out and sits up forward onto Lethal Consequences hooking both legs!
James Peters: But Lethal Consequences shoves Impact off and behind him, they both quickly reach their feet! It’s a stalemate! The crowd showers them with cheers of adulation. Nobody’s gotten a distinct advantage in this matchup so far.
Rich Russillo: Back to a collar-and-elbow tie up again, both men shifting the balance of power between each other until Lethal Consequences backs Impact up into the corner. Impact pulls the referee in between himself and Lethal Consequences while ducking his head between the middle and upper rope.
Impact (Off Mic): Get him off me!
James Peters: Lethal Consequences puts his arms in the air as if to say he’s innocent, but here comes Impact bursting out of the corner! Spinning wheel kick clocks Lethal Consequences! Impact smirks, obviously proud of his veteran savviness there. Impact pulls Lethal Consequences back up and throws him forward with a snapmare takedown! He uses his hands to pinpoint where he’s going to attack next and launches an array of sharp kicks to the spine of Lethal Consequences. Impact sprints forward and bounces off the ropes! Basement dropkick to the jaw! He quickly goes for the cover!
Rich Russillo: Shoulder up by Lethal Consequences! Impact pulls Lethal Consequences up by the ear and then grabs his arm and whips him into the corner. Impact charges towards Lethal Consequences but he gets a boot up! No! Impact catches his boot and throws it down! But Lethal Consequences launches forward and rips a knife-edged chop across the chest backing Impact off! He quickly darts towards Impact! Step-up enzuigiri! Impact ducks this though, but still has a hold of the foot that Lethal Consequences used to step up! He turns Lethal Consequences over and grabs the other leg! WALLS OF IMPACT!!!!!
James Peters: Or at least it was going to be! Lethal Consequences used both of his legs to flip Impact sideways, a brilliant counter! Both are back up to their feet! Step-up enzuigiri! This time by Lethal Consequences and it connects! Impact drops to his knees! Lethal Consequences darts back off the ropes and connects with a running bulldog! Impact’s face bounces off the mat! Lethal Consequences runs towards the rope and propels himself off the middle one… FLIGHT SIGHTS! IMPACT’S OWN LIONSAULT!
Rich Russillo: BUT IMPACT GETS THE KNEES UP JUST IN TIME! Lethal Consequences grimaces and holds his stomach! Impact grabs Lethal Consequences and drives an elbow into the back of his neck! He hooks the arms of Lethal Consequences! DAMN! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER TO PERFECTION! Impact looks around and zooms towards the ropes! FLIGHT SIGHTS! IT CONNECTS!! THE COVER!!!!!!
James Peters: Lethal Consequences powers out at the count of two! Impact grits his teeth and shakes his head. He can’t get too frustrated here, he’s got to keep his nose to the grindstone! Now he’s just toying with Lethal Consequences with humiliating slaps to his head!
Impact (Off Mic): COME ON! YOU WANTED THIS!!
Rich Russillo: Lethal Consequences rises to his feet and whips a knife-edged chop into the chest of Impact! He follows through with another! I think Impact’s chest is starting to bleed a little bit! He grabs the arm of Impact and whips him into the ropes, but it’s reversed! Lethal Consequences soars back with a flying forearm smash! Down goes Impact! He connects with another one as Impact tries to reach his feet! Lethal Consequences brings Impact up! European Uppercut jacks Impact’s jaw! He falls back in between the ropes and out of the ring! Lethal Consequences doesn’t let up though, he launches himself through the ropes! SUICIDE DIVE!!!
James Peters: IMPACT SIDESTEPS IT AND LETHAL CONSEQUENCES GOES HEAD FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE!!! DID YOU HEAR THAT THUD RICH?!
Rich Russillo: I think everybody heard it James. Thankfully for Impact, he had the wherewithal to avoid Lethal Consequences. I think Impact is done playing around, he has a disgusted look on his face! He grabs the legs of Lethal Consequences, positioning him and CATAPULTING HIM RIGHT INTO THE RINGPOST!!!! Lethal Consequences twists mid-air after Impact pun intended and falls to the floor in a heap! Impact slides under the rope quickly and then back out to break the ten count! He walks over to Lethal Consequences and drags him up, slashing a knife-edged chop across his chest with a dose of his own medicine! He then drags him to the steel steps and bounces Lethal Consequences head first off of the top!
James Peters: Lethal Consequences is in dire straits at the moment as Impact rolls him back into the ring. He slides in after Lethal Consequences but the referee is holding of Impact, he’s checking on Lethal Consequences, he might have a concussion! Impact is having none of it though, he pulls the ref out of the way! SMALL CRADLE BY LETHAL CONSEQUENCES!!!
Rich Russillo: YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!
James Peters: IMPACT WAS LITERALLY A NANOSECOND AWAY FROM DEFEAT BUT HE MANAGED TO KICKOUT! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES WITH PERHAPS A LITTLE DOSE OF IMPACT’S OWN MEDICINE, USING THE REFEREE TO HIS ADVANTAGE! THIS HAS BEEN A GAME OF ONE-UPMANSHIP THUS FAR! Lethal Consequences suddenly pounces on Impact and drives another European uppercut into his jaw! WAIT! ACID REIGN! OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: NO! IMPACT DROPS DOWN WITH A SCHOOLBOY PIN!
James Peters: KICKOUT BY LETHAL CONSEQUENCES! HE WAS A SPLIT SECOND AWAY FROM DEFEAT! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES REACHES HIS FEET! LOOK OUT!!!!!! EVISSSSSSSSSSCERATIONNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: LETHAL CONSEQUENCES MANAGES TO CATCH BOTH LEGS AND FLIP FORWARD WITH HIS BACK TO IMPACT’S BELLY WITH IMPACT’S LEGS HOOKED!
James Peters: IMPACT POWERS HIMSELF UP AND ROLLS LETHAL CONSEQUENCES FORWARD INTO A PINNING PREDICAMENT OF HIS OWN!!!
Rich Russillo: LETHAL CONSEQUENCES KICKS OUT AND ROLLS BACK ONTO HIS FEET, HE BOLTS FORWARD AND DRILLS IMPACT WITH A BASEMENT DROPKICK, WHO WAS STILL IN A SITTING POSITION! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES PULLS IMPACT UP INTO AN STO POSITION BUT IMPACT DRIVES A SUCCESSION OF RAPID ELBOWS INTO THE TEMPLE OF LETHAL CONSEQUENCES! That may have bought Impact some valuable time but Lethal Consequences storms back and rakes Impact across the eyes! HE PULLS IMPACT BACK INTO THE STO POSITION AND SWINGS AROUND.. ROWS PEDAL!!!!!!!! CONNECTS!!!!! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES SCRAMBLES FOR THE PIN AND HOOKS THE LEG!
AND A HALF!!!!!!
James Peters: KICKOUT BY IMPACT! A BEAUTIFUL MANEUVER BY LETHAL CONSEQUENCES BUT IMPACT STILL HAS A LOT LEFT IN THE TANK! Lethal Consequences slams a stiff boot into the mid-section of Impact who was in the midst of reaching his feet! He slings Impact’s arm around his neck and attempts a snap suplex but Impact is blocking it! Lethal Consequences tries again! No! Impact ducks around and plants Lethal Consequences with a running bulldog! Impact sprints towards the ropes and launches himself backward again! FLIGGGGGGGGHT SIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTS!
Rich Russillo: LETHAL CONSEQUENCES ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY BUT IMPACT LANDS ON HIS FEET! IMPACT RUSHES TOWARDS LETHAL CONSEQUENCES BUT HE COUNTERS BY FLAPJACKING HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! IMPACT RECOILS… ROLLING WHEEL KICK SPIKES THE TOP OF IMPACT’S HEAD SENDING HIM INTO THE CORNER AND DOWN! IMPACT SLIDES UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE, BUYING SOME TIME FOR HIMSELF BUT LETHAL CONSEQUENCES WILL NOT LET UP! HE SLIDES RIGHT OUT AFTER HIM! LOOK OUT BELOW! STEP-AIDED CLOTHESLINE FROM IMPACT TO LETHAL CONSEQUENCES! IMPACT SUCKERED HIM INTO THAT ONE! Impact wastes no time pulling Lethal Consequences back up to his feet!
James Peters: Impact whips Lethal Consequences shoulder first into the barricade! He scowls at Lethal Consequences and squeezes his face!
Impact (Off Mic): Are you sure this was a good idea?!
Rich Russillo: OH MY! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES JUST BACKHANDED THE TASTE OUT OF IMPACT’S MOUTH! IMPACT LOOKS TAKEN ABACK AND HOLDS THE CORNER OF HIS LIP! IMPACT IS INCENSED! HE RUSHES TOWARDS LETHAL CONSEQUENCES BUT IS DROPPED FACE FIRST ONTO THE TOP OF THE BARRICADE AS LETHAL CONSEQUENCES ROLLS BACK IN TO BREAK THE TEN COUNT! He rolls back out and drives a knee into the abdomen of Impact and drags him by his golden locks! He then slams him headfirst off of the steel steps and rolls him back into the ring all in one motion! Lethal Consequences climbs up the steps and ascends the turnbuckle! Impact is weary! He looks a little dazed! Lethal Consequences is patiently waiting for him to turn around and he does!
James Peters: MISSILE DROPKICK SENDS IMPACT ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE RING AND HE’S NOW HUNG UP ON THE SECOND ROPE!
Rich Russillo: LETHAL CONSEQUENCES KNOWS HE HAS THE MOMENTUM! HE BOLTS TOWARDS IMPACT AND SWINGS HIS FEET AROUND! 6-1-9! BAMM!!
James Peters: NO!! IMPACT CATCHES HIS FEET AND DRAGS HIM TOWARDS THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! HE TURNS HIM OVER! WALLSSSSSSSSS OF IMPAAAAAAAAAAAACTTTT! FIRMLY LOCKED IN!!!!!!!!! WHAT A COUNTER!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: LOOK AT THAT! HE’S YANKING BACK AS HARD AS HE CAN! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES IS LOOKING FOR SOMEWAY TO ESCAPE BUT HE IS DEAD CENTER IN THAT RING!
Impact (Off Mic): TAP! HEY REF! ASK HIM! DO IT! RIGHT NOW!
Referee (Off Mic): Do you give up, LC?!
James Peters: LETHAL CONSEQUENCES IS REFUSING TO QUIT! HE WANTS REDEMPTION SO BAD! HE’LL NEVER GIVE IMPACT THE SATISFACTION OF A SUBMISSION VICTORY!!
Impact (Off Mic): ASK HIM AGAIN!
Referee (Off Mic): He said no, Impact.
Impact (Off Mic): SHUT THE FUCK UP AND ASK HIM AGAIN, IT ISN’T ROCKET SCI..
Rich Russillo: WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS?! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES HAS MANAGED TO GET BACK ONTO HIS SIDE! HE MIGHT BREAK OUT OF THIS!
James Peters: NOT SO FAST! IMPACT HAS GOT HIM BACK ON HIS BELLY! HE JUST PUT HIS KNEE DOWN ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD TO APPLY EXTRA PRESSURE! THIS MUST BE EXCRUCIATING FOR LETHAL CONSEQUENCES! HE WAS IN THE DRIVER’S SEAT AND IN A MATTER OF SECONDS HE’S AT IMPACT’S MERCY! THAT’S HOW QUICKLY A MATCH CAN CHANGE WHEN SOMEBODY LIKE IMPACT IS INVOLVED!
Rich Russillo: I THINK LETHAL CONSEQUENCES IS FADING! HE’S FADING FAST TOO! BUT THE CROWD WILL NOT LET HIM PASS OUT, THEY’RE WILLING HIM ON WITH CHEERS AND CLAPS!
Impact (Off Mic): GIVE IT UP LC. YOU DON’T HAVE SHIT! TAP YOU SON OF A BITCH!
James Peters: LETHAL CONSEQUENCES IS BALLING HIS FISTS!! HE’S SHAKING HIS HEAD NO AS THE VEINS ARE PROTRUDING FROM HIS NECK WHILE HE CHURNS FORWARD! EVER SO SLOWLY! NOW IMPACT IS SHAKING HIS HEAD NO! HE’S IN DISBELIEF! WHERE IS LETHAL CONSEQUENCES FINDING THE STRENGTH?! HE’S ALMOST TO THE ROPES AND….
(The crowd cheers.)
Rich Russillo: HE GRABS THE ROPE!!! HE’S GOTTA BREAK THE HOLD!
Ref: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR.. FI-
James Peters: Impact lets go before he gets DQ’d. He wipes the sweat from his eyes, while Lethal Consequences is barely stirring! The referee kneels down and checks on Lethal Consequences who is up on his hands and knees. Impact shoves the referee aside yet again but I don’t think Lethal Consequences is goading Impact in this time. He measures Lethal Consequences up… FISSSSSSST OF FURRRRRRRRRRY!!
Rich Russillo: MISSES ITS MARK! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES DUCKED THE RIGHT HOOK! HE SLIPS BEHIND IMPACT AND HAS GOT HIM IN A SLEEPER HOLD! FLAAAAASHHHHHHHBACCCCCCCCK! A DEVASTATING SLEEPER SLAM BACKBREAKER. YOU COULD ALMOST FEEL THAT ONE, JAMES!
James Peters: NO DOUBT! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES DRAGS IMPACT TO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AND HOOKS THE LEG! THIS COULD BE IT!
Rich Russillo: KICKOUT! I CAN’T BELIEVE IMPACT KICKED OUT! THAT WOULD SPELL THE END FOR MOST MEN!
James Peters: Impact isn’t most men. There’s a reason he’s the most decorated World Champion in this business. Resilience being a key factor. Lethal Consequences holds up three fingers to the referee but gets the bad news when the referee shakes his head no. Impact starts to get to his feet but is immediately sent back down with another European uppercut! He’s seeing stars Rich!
Rich Russillo: One European uppercut is enough to knock somebody out let alone multiple! Lethal Consequences stomps at the carcass of Impact, bending down and picking him up by the hair! He rushes towards the opposite corner and drives Impact’s head into the turnbuckle! But Impact gets a foot up to block! Now he drives Lethal Consequences’ head into the turnbuckle, but that’s blocked as well! Knife-edged chop by Lethal Consequences! To the already bloody chest of Impact! You can see the bloody smears across Impact’s chest from multiple chops!
James Peters: Exhaustion looks to be kicking in or should I say it already has kicked in for the both of them! Lethal Consequences grabs ahold of Impact’s arm and whips him into the opposite corner, but Impact stands his ground and pulls Lethal Consequences back in! Back body drop over the top rope! Lethal Consequences lands on the apron and drives a quick forearm to the back of Impact’s head, knocking him forward! Lethal Consequences propels himself.. SPRINGBOARD……… HEADBUTT?! MY GOD! IMPACT JUST LAUNCHED HIS HEAD INTO THE CHEST OF LETHAL CONSEQUENCES, HE LOOKED LIKE ZIDANE HEADBUTTING MARCO MATERAZZI IN THE 2006 WORLD CUP!
Rich Russillo: Who and who?
James Peters: Just YouTube it.
Rich Russillo: Nevertheless that was indeed a vicious headbutt! Lethal Consequences is cradling his chest, he’s in deep trouble here! Impact furrows his eyebrows, continuing the assault, methodically stomping Lethal Consequences’ chest! The referee tries to intervene but Impact throws him an intense glare as if to say: Don’t even dare. Impact yanks Lethal Consequences back up and… FIIIIIIIIIST OF FURRRRRRRRRRYYY RIGHT TO THE CHEST!!!!!!!!!! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES DROPS TO HIS KNEES AND FALLS ON HIS FACE! IMPACT TURNS THE DEADWEIGHT OVER! THIS HAS TO BE IT!!!!!!!
James Peters: HE’S DONE IT!
Rich Russillo: WOW!
James Peters: HE KICKED OUT! HOW IN GOD’S NAME?! YOU CAN VISIBLY SEE HE’S HAVING TROUBLE BREATHING!!! HE MUST HAVE KICKED OUT ON INSTINCT ALONE! IMPACT SLAMS THE MAT IN FRUSTRATION AND GETS INTO THE REFEREES FACE! HE BETTER BE CAREFUL HERE!
Rich Russillo: I don’t think he cares anymore at this point..
(Impact immediately starts bitching at the referee.)
James Peters: IMPACT BETTER STOP HAGGLING WITH THE REF AND TURN AROUND BEHIND HIM.. LETHAL CONSEQUENCES IS UP! HE GRABS IMPACT’S ARM AND SWINGS HIM AROUND! ACCCCCCCCCCCCCIDDDDDDDDDD REIGGGGGGGGGGG…… NO! IMPACT SCOOPS HIM UP INSTEAD!!!!! THE ABBBBBBSOLLLLUTION!!!!!!!!!! MICHINOKU DRIVER INTO… OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES COUNTERS INTO THE ACID REIGN DIAMOND CUTTER AND THIS TIME HE NAILS IT!!!!! WHAT A MID-AIR COUNTER!!!!!!!! IMPACT IS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES COLLAPSES ON TOP OF IMPACT!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: FOOT ON THE ROPE! ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE! TO HAVE THE RING AWARENESS LIKE THAT AT THIS STAGE OF THE MATCHUP IS REMARKABLE! THE LOOK ON LETHAL CONSEQUENCES SAYS IT ALL, HE’S IN COMPLETE DISBELIEF! I THINK WE ALL ARE! HE GETS BACK UP TO HIS FEET, BRINGING IMPACT WITH HIM! IMPACT WITH A VICIOUS KNIFE-EDGED CHOP TO BREAK OUT OF LETHAL CONSEQUENCES’ GRASP, AT LEAST FOR THE MOMENT! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES REGAINS HIS COMPOSURE AND SPRINTS TOWARDS IMPACT ONLY TO GO OVER THE ROPES AND TO THE OUTSIDE AS IMPACT PULLED THE TOP ROPE DOWN! IMPACT ASCENDS THE TOP TURNBUCKLE WHILE LETHAL CONSEQUENCES GETS TO HIS FEET! IMPACT LEAPS HIGH IN THE AIR! NO CAL! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES WITH A BRUTAL PUNCH TO THE GROIN AREA! I DON’T THINK THE REFEREE SAW IT FROM HIS VANTAGE POINT! IMPACT IS ROLLING AROUND ON THE GROUND IN AGONY! LOOK AT THE GRIMACE ON HIS FACE! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES PULLS HIM UP AND SLAMS IMPACT FACE FIRST ONTO THE APRON!
James Peters: Now he backs Impact up against the apron and yet again attacks Impact with a series of knife-edged chops! Impact’s chest must be raw at this point! Impact grabs the neck of Lethal Consequences and reverses roles by whipping a few knife-edged chops of his own! BAM! A SUDDEN EUROPEAN UPPERCUT ROCKS IMPACT! HE STAGGERS BACK AND IS LEANED UP AGAINST THE ANNOUNCE DESK! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES STORMS TOWARDS IMPACT! BACK BODY DROP ONTO THE ANNOUNCE DESK! IT DIDN’T BREAK HOWEVER! THE REFEREE’S COUNT IS AT EIGHT, BUT IMPACT ROLLS IN AND OUT TO BREAK THE COUNT! HE HAS AN EVIL LOOK IN HIS EYE! HE SCALES THE APRON WITH HIS BACK TO LETHAL CONSEQUENCES! WHAT DOES HE HAVE IN MIND HERE?! OHH SHIT!
Rich Russillo: FLIGHT SIGHTS ONTO… THE EDGE OF THE TABLE! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES JUST SLID OFF THE TABLE! OH MY GOD IMPACT COULD HAVE CRACKED HIS RIBS HERE! HE’S DANGLING OFF OF THE EDGE AND HE FINALLY PEELS OFF AND HITS THE FLOOR! A SICKENING RED STRIPE SMILES ACROSS HIS STOMACH! HE MUST BE IN PURE AGONY RIGHT NOW! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES KNOWS THIS TOO! HE REALIZES IMPACT MADE A HUGE MISTAKE AND NOW HE’S GOTTA CAPITALIZE ON IT! HE ROLLS IMPACT INTO THE RING WHO CRAWLS AWAY ON HIS KNEES AS LETHAL CONSEQUENCES RE-ENTERS THE RING! IMPACT’S TRYING TO GET UP BUT HE CAN’T! HE’S IN SO MUCH PAIN! IMPACT GRABS AHOLD OF THE MIDDLE ROPE! WHILE LETHAL CONSEQUENCES STALKS HIM! FINALLY IMPACT IS ABLE TO REACH HIS FEET! ACIDDDDD REEEEEEEEEEE….ISTS OF FURY! IMPACT JUST KNOCKED LETHAL CONSEQUENCES OUT WITH THAT RIGHT HOOK!!!!!!!!!!
James Peters: IMPACT SCRAMBLES FORWARD BUT FALLS TO A KNEE! HIS RIBS ARE SCREAMING IN ANGUISH! HE DIVES FORWARD DRAPING AN ARM OVER LETHAL CONSEQUENCES!
Rich Russillo: SHOULDER UP! HE’S NOT DONE YET! IMPACT LOOKS WILDLY INTO THE REFEREE’S EYES AND STARTS PULLING AWAY ON HIS BLONDE ROOTS! HE SLOWLY GETS TO HIS FEET AND SCREAMS AT LETHAL CONSEQUENCES!
Impact (Off Mic): WHY WON’T YOU DIE?!
James Peters: LETHAL CONSEQUENCES WEAKLY GRABS FOR IMPACT’S ANKLES BUT IMPACT KICKS HIS HANDS AWAY! IMPACT PULLS LETHAL CONSEQUENCES IN AND LIFTS HIM UP WITH WHATEVER STRENGTH HE HAS LEFT! BUT LETHAL CONSEQUENCES DRIVES REPEATED FISTS INTO IMPACT SKULL AND COLLAPSES DOWN ON TOP OF HIM! HE HOOKS BOTH LEGS FROM BEHIND!
Rich Russillo: CLOSE CALL FOR IMPACT BUT HE POWERS OUT. Lethal Consequences drives a few clubs into the back of Impact for good measure, each one hurting more than the last and pulsating throughout his body! Forearm by Impact, but not much behind it! Lethal slams a kick into the ribs of Impact! He bounces off the ropes and connects with a knee lift! Impact is out on his feet! Lethal Consequences barrels towards Impact AND DRILLS HIM WITH A LARIAT! WAIT, IMPACT DUCKS AS LETHAL CONSEQUENCES TURNS AROUND! STEP UP ENZIGURI! NOW IT’S LETHAL CONSEQUENCES WHO IS OUT ON HIS FEET! IMPACT GAINS A HEAD OF STEAM AND SPRINTS TOWARDS LETHAL CONSEQUENCES! DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE AND THEY’RE BOTH DOWN!!! THE FANS COME TO THEIR FEET! THIS HAS BEEN A WAR OF ATTRITION! THE REFEREE BEGINS HIS COUNT..
James Peters: He’s at the count of five and they’re just barely coming to!
Rich Russillo: BOTH IMPACT AND LETHAL CONSEQUENCES ARE USING THE ROPES TO GET TO THEIR FEET..
James Peters: THEY’RE BOTH UP! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES HEAVES HIMSELF AT IMPACT! BUT HE’S CAUGHT! IMPACT LIFTS HIM UP AND DROPS HIM FORWARD! THE ABSSSOLUTTTTTTION!!!!!!! PLANTS LETHAL CONSEQUENCES RIGHT ON HIS HEAD! IMPACT HOOKS BOTH LEGS!!
Rich Russillo: IMPACT DOES IT!
James Peters: NOT SO FAST!! KICKOUT! KICKOUT! IMPACT IS AT A LOSS FOR WORDS HE SIMPLY LOOKS SKYWARD AT THE BRIGHT LIGHTS! HE SCRUNCHES HIS FACE AND SIGNALS THE END. HE WAITS PATIENTLY FOR LETHAL CONSEQUENCES TO GET BACK UP! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES DOESN’T REALIZE WHERE HE IS! HE FINALLY REACHES HIS FEET AND TURNS AROUND!!!! EVISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSCERATIIIIIIIIIIIONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: THAT’S GOTTA DO IT!
James Peters: WAIT! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES USES IMPACT’S OWN MOMENTUM AND LAUNCHES HIM UP ON HIS SHOULDERS!!!!!!! HE LOOKS STRAIGHT INTO THE CAMERA! HE CAN’T BE THINKING…. OH MY GOD! G….T….J!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: IMPACT SLIPS OFF HIS SHOULDERS! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES TURNS AROUND! FISSSSSSSSSSSSST OF FURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY!!!!!!!! ANOTHER ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
James Peters: LETHAL CONSEQUENCES DUCKS IT THOUGH! HE LOOPS AROUND IMPACT AND ROLLS HIM UP!!!!!!!!!!!! HEY! HE’S GOT A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS!
Rich Russillo: AND HIS FEET ARE ON THE ROPES!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: DAMNIT!
Rich Russillo: LETHAL CONSEQUENCES JUST STRAIGHT UP ROBBED IMPACT! IS THE REF BLIND?!
(“Blackout” by Company Flow replays as Lethal Consequences quickly escapes under the bottom rope and backs up the ramp with a smirk on his face while Impact kicks the bottom rope and looks at the referee.)
James Peters: Come on Impact, let cooler heads prevail.. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! NO!!!!!!!!! EVISCERATION TO THE REFEREE!!!!!!! IMPACT HAS LOST IT!
(Impact stomps away at the referee and grabs his legs, easily turning over and locking in the Walls of Impact!)
Rich Russillo: HERE COMES SECURITY! HE’S GONNA PAY A HEFTY FINE FOR THIS!
James Peters: He has a Gawd Contract. I’m pretty sure he can do whatever he wants to a referee…
(Security guards are seen pulling Impact away from the referee. An arrogant smirk crosses Impact’s face as he steps through the ropes. He spits towards the referee while boos pour down. Someone even throws a piece of trash in his direction. Fighting Spirit cuts to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Chapstick featuring Thadd Blazevich’s perfect, pouty lips.)
(When Fighting Spirit returns, it cuts to the backstage area. Rex is now by himself, having left Raven in his lockerroom. It’s getting closer and closer to his match with Viz, and now it’s time for Rex to shut out all distractions; even sexy brunette ones. He’s in the process of taping his wrists, having completed every other step of putting his gear on prior. His head is lowered, and he’s focused. With his head lowered, he’s unaware that Voltage Commissioner, “Captain Charisma” Matt Daniels, has approached and promptly stopped walking. It wasn’t until Matt cleared his throat, did Rex snap out of his own world, and look up.)
Matt Daniels: I didn’t want to startle you, Rex.
Rex McAllister: It’s cool. What’s up?
Matt Daniels: I just wanted to find you before you headed out to ringside. Call it a motivational pep talk, if you want. But I know you know how important this match is, I don’t need to explain that to you. If Viz and Veena get their hands on control of Voltage, they will ruin everything that I’ve built and the sanctity of this brand. You’ve been a valuable asset to Voltage since the last draft, and I pride myself on making you a top pick. You’ve had to bear the weight of the brand before, and I know you can do it this time. The fate of Voltage is in your hands, Rex.
Rex McAllister: Thanks, Cap. I appreciate the kind words, and I know how important this match is. Believe me when I say that you have nothing to worry about. I’m not going to let Voltage slip into their hands. You’ve put your faith in me, and you won’t regret it. I will get the job done.
Matt Daniels: I knew I could count on you, Rex.
(Rex and Matt exchange handshakes, and continue their conversation. Meanwhile, Fighting Spirit fades back to ringside.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall .. and it is for the National Elite Championship!
( “Symphony No. 9 – Allegro Con Fuoco (AstraVexuitar Version)” by Antonin Dvorak is the first theme song to hit the sound system. The lights in the arena fade, leaving the arena near pitch black. A sing spotlight shines onto the stage, and the curtain parts just as Bella introduces him..)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Hamburg, Germany – he stands at Six Feet – Four Inches and weighed in at One Hundred and Forty One KILOS .. OSKAR WAGNER!
(She was mid-introduction when he pushed through the curtain. By the time she got to his name, he stopped on the top of the ramp and moved his arms behind his back, where he placed one hand on the other. He stood tall, allowing the crowd to boo him – purely on the reasoning that he is a part of Jackson Blayde’s cabinet.)
Rich Russillo: The Secretary of Defense for Blaydemerica! :blessed: We are truly blessed to have him embrace us in Blaydemerica, James. Look at this man. He’s a six foot – four inch, three hundred pound death machine! I feel sorry for anyone that stands in front of him, especially twiggy little guys like Jack Ripley and Noah Reigher.
James Peters: I think you underestimate those guys. They’re both champions for a reason, because they can handle any challenge in front of them – no matter the size. But..
Rich Russillo: You’re just going to discredit Oskar like that? If Jackson didn’t see something in him, he wouldn’t be in Blaydemerica. AND he’s put down Jack a couple of times already..
James Peters: BUT! Oskar has shown what his size and strength can do every time he’s been given the opportunity. And yes, he has laid out Jack a couple of times. If things go his way tonight, then we could definitely see a new National Elite champion.
(Oskar has now climbed into the ring, and stands in the middle of the ring – under the same spotlight that’s followed him to the ring. He’s stood in the same pose, his head high and his eyes closed – embracing the dislike. All of this continued until his theme suddenly faded and was promptly replaced by Wage War’s “Stitch”. Oskar’s head snapped in the direction of the stage, and a look of disdain overcomes his face.)
Bella Braxton: And introducing his opponent. From Las Vegas, Neveda – he stands at Five feet – Eleven Inches and weighed in at Two hundred and TWO pounds .. he is the reigning and defending National Elite Champion … JACK RIPLEY!
(Jack pushes out of the curtain with a ton of energy. The crowd pops when the National Elite Champion takes the stage. He unstrapped the championship from his waist and held it high in the air, allowing the entire arena to fill up with flashes.)
James Peters: Jack Ripley has made a career of overcoming the odds against him, and tonight he has a big mountain to climb. His heart is unquestionable, and he’s going to need everything he can muster tonight. His first defense may prove to be one of his most difficult.
Rich Russillo: His first defense will be his last. Oskar is going to chop Jack so hard, his soul leaves his body. Oskar is the future of this company, and the future begins now. Jack Ripley is old news and once Oskar disposes of this twerp, he’s going to bring the National Elite championship BACK to Blaydemerica where it BELONGS!
James Peters: A good theory, but now you’re counting out Jack. Jack Ripley is a veteran, a legend – some would say. A future Hall of Famer, no question. You should know, by now, to never count him out. Jack has all of the ability in the world, and could very much chop down the mountain that is Oskar Wagner.
Ruch Russillo: Chopping? Haha. Jack knows NOTHING about chops …. Yet, anyway.
(Jack slipped into the ring and pandered to the audience, showcasing the title as he mounted the ropes. This lasted a couple of moments before he climbed down and met Oskar in the middle of the ring. By now, Oskar has removed his entrance coat. Jack and Oskar stand chest to chest, nose to nose, with Jack holding the championship high in the air. Oskar remains as stoic as ever throughout the whole ordeal. Jack would finally take a few steps back, hand over the championship and removed his entrance grear.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: Ladies and Gentlemen, the bell rings and this National Elite Championship match is officially underway. Jack Ripley, the champion against Oskar Wagner; arguably the toughest challenge that he could have faced first up as champion. The mismatch is size is evident, but these are the challenges that truly separate champions from being great champions. Look at Oskar, immediately stepping forward to the middle of the ring – and Ripley doesn’t hesitate to meet him there. Ripley quickly showing that there is absolutely no intimidation – and as disrespectful as it can get, Wagner pushes the champion away with a one handed shove to the face!
Rich Russillo: But, that only seems to fire up the champion who shoots for a takedown! Ripley tries for the single leg, but Wagner locks both arms around his waist and is able to throw the champion away! Ripley needs to be smart about how he competes tonight; Wagner has proven in the past how quickly he can break down his opponents… Ripley slowly circles around the challenger, trying to find somewhere he’s going to be able to find an opening! Ripley comes forward looking to lock up – but instead slips to the side and locks the waist! Wagner is far too big for Ripley to take him down – and reaches back, locks the head of the champion and sends him crashing over his hip and to the canvas with a standing judo toss!
James Peters: This may be a long night for the National Elite Champion as he tries to scramble back to his feet – and Wagner rushes forward and shoves Ripley back into the corner! HERE IT COMES! CRACK!!!! THE CHOP MISSES FROM THE CHALLENGER AND RIPLEY FIRES WITH A FOREARM TO THE JAW!!! Wagner latches both arms around the throat of Ripley and throws him back into the corner AND SWINGS FOR ANOTHER WILD CHOP, BUT RIPLEY AVOIDS CONTACT AGAIN!!! Ripley this time fires with a STIFF kick to the side of the knee! Ripley fires with a second – but Wagner caught that one! Wagner walks forward with that leg trapped! Ripley has nowhere to go – AND OSKAR WAGNER ABSOLUTELY MURDERS THE CHEST OF THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION WITH A BRUTAL, BRUTAL CHOP TO THE CHEST! THE PURE FORCE BEHIND THAT SHOT DROPPING THE CHAMPION TO THE CANVAS!!!
Rich Russillo: It never, ever, ever gets any easier to watch, James – and I believe Jack Ripley now has a firm understanding on what he needs to avoid. Ripley pushing himself up to his hands and knees, taking a deep breath after having all the air driven out of his lungs – but, Wagner isn’t finished! Wagner drags Ripley back to his feet AND FIRES AGAIN!!! CRACK!!! RIPLEY DROPPED BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS AS THE CHALLENGER STANDS OVER THE CHAMPION!!! Jack Ripley clutching at his chest as he sits up, but Wagner wraps that giant paw around the throat of Ripley and powers him up – AND LAUNCHES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE OUTSIDE!!!
James Peters: Ripley caught the top rope and lands on the apron! Wagner shoots forward – BUT, JACK RIPLEY SLINGSHOTS THROUGH THE ROPES AND DRIVES HIS SHOULDER INTO THE MIDSECTION OF THE CHALLENGER WITH A SPEAR!!!
Rich Russillo: WAGNER CAUGHT RIPLEY WITH IN A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK AND SENDS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!!! THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION CRASHING TO THE OUTSIDE AS THE CHALLENGER STANDS ALONE IN THE RING!!! But, Oskar doesn’t remain in the ring for long, going straight back after the champion! Jack’s not in a great state; Oskar has dominated from the outset! What’s Oskar doing? Oskar demanding that a fan in the front row moves aside and he takes their chair! The referee shooting out of the ring, telling Oskar if he uses that chair he will be disqualified!
James Peters: I don’t think that Oskar has intention of using the chair – instead opening it back up and placing it ringside! The referee telling Oskar to take things back to the ring, but Oskar instead seats the National Elite Champion of that chair! Look at the welts across the chest of Ripley! Ripley trying to get back to his feet – BUT WAGNER CRACKS HIM BACK DOWN WITH ANOTHER CHOP!!! A grimace of agony crossing the face of Ripley as he shakes his head! Ripley stands back up AND OSKAR CRACKS HIM ACROSS THE CHEST; THESE CHOP ARE DRAWING BLOOD!!! BUT, RIPLEY SHOOTS BACK UP TO HIS FEET!!!!
Rich Russillo: Jack Ripley is asking for another! BANG!!!! RIPLEY CAUGHT TO ARM!!! A SMIRK CROSSING THE FACE OF THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION – AS HE WRENCHES THE ARM AND BRINGS IT DOWN ACROSS THE CHAIR!!! Wagner clutches straight at the arm and Ripley has his opening! Wagner pushing himself back to a knee – BUT RIPLEY FIRES WITH A SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST!!! WAGNER FALLS BACK INTO THE CHAIR AND RIPLEY DOESN’T HESITATE TO FIRE AGAIN!!! REPEATED KICKS TO THE CHEST OF THE CHALLENGER!!! THE REFEREE DEMANDING THAT RIPLEY GETS BACK INTO THE RING AS THE CHAMPION BACKS AWAY – YOU’LL FLOAT TOO!!! SUPERKICK TO THE SEATED WAGNER!!!
James Peters: WAGNER CATCHES THE BOOT!!! WAGNER STANDS BACK ON HIS FEET – BUT, RIPLEY CRACKS HIM IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD WITH AN ENZIGURI!!! WAGNER IS DAZED, CATCHING HIMSELF ON THE APRON!!! LOOK AT RIPLEY!!! RIPLEY HAS THE ARM OF WAGNER AND MANIPULATES IT BACK ON THE APRON!!! RIPLEY SHOOTS UP ONTO THE APRON… AS WAGNER DARES HIM TO DO IT!!! OH MY GOD!!! RIPLEY JUMPS AND STOMPS DIRECTLY ONTO THE ELBOW OF OSKAR WAGNER!!!! JACK RIPLEY MAY HAVE JUST BROKEN THE ARM OF HIS CHALLENGER!!!
Rich Russillo: Jack may have just nullified Wagner’s greatest weapon! Wagner grabs that arm as Ripley stalks from the apron! The referee finally getting back into the ring and begins to count!
ONE!!!… TWO!!!… THREE!!!…
Rich Russillo: RIPLEY SHOOTS FORWARD AND LEAPS OFF THE APRON!!!!
James Peters: STRAIGHT INTO A VERY EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM OSKAR WAGNER!!! WAGNER GRABS AT THAT ARM, BUT IT’S NOT A LOOK OF PAIN THAT COVERS HIS FACE – IT’S UNBRIDLED FURY!!! WAGNER LATCHES HIS HAND AROUND THE THROAT OF RIPLEY AND POWERS HIM UP AND LAUNCHES THE CHAMPION BACK INTO THE RING!!! WAGNER FOLLOWS AS RIPLEY PUSHES HIMSELF BACK TO HIS HANDS AND KNEES – BUT, THAT’S AS FAR THAT WAGNER ALLOWS HIM TO GET!!! WAGNER LOCKS BOTH ARMS AROUND THE WAIST OF THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION AND SENDS HIM ACROSS THE RING WITH AN OVERHEAD GERMAN SUPLEX!!! JACK LANDS ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, BUT SOMEHOW FINDS HIMSELF STUMBLING BACK TO HIS FEET – BUT, THERE’S WAGNER!!! WAGNER HAS HIM!!! BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!!! RIPLEY LANDS FLATBACK ON THE CANVAS AS THE CHALLENGER SHOOTS THE HALF!!!
ONE!!!!… TWO!!!!… KICKOUT!!!!
James Peters: Ripley kicks out!
Rich Russillo: It’s scary, James. A man the size of Oskar; his power is common knowledge, nobody hits harder than he does – but, it’s the speed of his offense that may what’s most dangerous. There’s little or not time to recover before you find yourself crashing back down to the canvas!
James Peters: But, whether Oskar tries to hide it or not – there has been damage done to that arm! Wagner gets back to his feet and stands over the champion; this is Jack Ripley’s opportunity to prove his true merit as the National Elite Champion. Jack pushing himself back up to a vertical base and Wagner meets him with a European Uppercut! Ripley falls into the ropes and they keep him standing – BANG!!! CHOP TO THE CHEST!!! Ripley crashes back down to the canvas, but defiantly begins to push himself back up again! CRACK!!! Another chop cuts him back down to the canvas! But, again! Ripley getting back to his feet! The chest of the National Elite Champion is a NASTY shade of purple! These chops splitting the skin, but Ripley still pushes himself back up! No way… Jack Ripley is asking for another shot!
Rich Russillo: The man is lost his mind.
James Peters: WAGNER DOESN’T HESITATE SMASHING RIPLEY IN THE CHEST WITH A THIRD! BUT, RIPLEY DOESN’T GO DOWN!! RIPLEY REFUSES TO DROP – A FOURTH CHOP TO THE CHEST CUTS RIPLEY BACK DOWN, BUT RIPLEY IS BACK UP AND FIRES BACK WITH A KICK TO THE SIDE OF WAGNER’S KNEE!!! RIPLEY FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A ROUNDHOUSE AIMED FOR THE HEAD, BUT CHALLENGER DUCKS UNDERNEATH!!! LEG SWEEP FROM RIPLEY, BUT WAGNER AVOIDS AGAIN – RIPLEY HOOKED THE LEG OF THE CHALLENGER AND TAKES HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!! RIPLEY LOOKS FOR AN ANKLE LOCK, BUT THE LONG FRAME OF THE CHALLENGER ALLOWS HIM TO GET TO THE BOTTOM ROPE!!! BUT, RIPLEY!!! RIPLEY SHOOTS BACK UP AND DRIVES BOTH FEET INTO THE RIGHT ARM OF WAGNER WITH A STANDING DOUBLE FOOTSTOMP!!! RIPLEY DOES THE SAME TO LEFT ARM!!! WAGNER ROLLING AWAY INTO THE CORNER AND DRAGS HIMSELF BACK TO HIS FEET AS RIPLEY BEGINS TO PICK UP MOMENTUM!!! WAGNER IS UP IN THE CORNER!!!
Rich Russillo: RIPLEY WITH A RUNNING DROPKICK TO WAGNER!!!! BOTH FEET DRIVEN INTO THE SIDE OF WAGNER’S HEAD!!!! WAGNER DOES NOT GO DOWN AS HE STAGGERS OUT OF THE CORNER!!! BUT, WAGNER DOES DROP TO A KNEE!!!! DAYLIGHT SLAYING TIME!!!! RIPLEY CRACKS WAGNER IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD WITH THAT RUNNING KNEE!!!! WAGNER IS DOWN!!!! RIPLEY COVERS!!!!
ONE!!!… TWO!!!… KICKOUT!!!
Rich Russillo: WAGNER POWERS OUT AT TWO!!!
James Peters: Daylight Slaying Time doesn’t get the job done, but Ripley can take a whole lot of confidence out of it! Ripley proved that he can take Wagner down! Wagner grabbing straight back at both arms as Ripley gets back to his feet! Ripley can not afford to allow Wagner the chance to get back into the contest! Ripley moves into the apron and begins to climb up to the top rope! Ripley steadying himself up top as Wagner gets back to a vertical base! DIVING FRONT DROPKICK TO THE CHALLENGER! It connects, but the impact doesn’t take Wagner back down, instead forcing him back into the corner! Ripley is back to his feet and shoots back forward! WAGNER CUTS HIM OFF WITH A LARIAT!!! NO, RIPLEY DUCKS UNDERNEATH!!! Ripley’s in the corner and this time Wagner shoots forward, but Ripley gets the boot up! Ripley catches Wagner in the jaw!
Rich Russillo: WAGNER FIRES WITH A CHOP, BUT RIPLEY BLOCKS WITH BOTH FOREARMS! RIPLEY WITH AN OPEN HANDED SLAP TO THE FACE OF WAGNER!!! WAGNER FIRES BACK WITH ANOTHER CHOP – BUT RIPLEY BLOCKS THIS ONE WITH HIS BOOT!!! WAGNER CAN’T HIDE THE PAIN SHOOTING THROUGH THAT ARM!!! RIPLEY CAPITALISES, TORQUING THAT ARM BACK AND FORCES WAGNER DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!! WAGNER IS HELPLESS AS RIPLEY TRAPS THE ARM BETWEEN HIS FEET – AND TRIES TO SNAP THE ARM OF THE CHALLENGER!!! RIPLEY FOLLOWS WITH ANOTHER STOMP TO THE OPPOSITE ARM!!!
James Peters: I didn’t expect to see this, Rich! Ripley has neutralised the challenger! Ripley circles around the challenger; the scars of war evident on the champion, but he’s winning the battle as it continues to roll on! Ripley watches as Wagner pushes himself back up to a knee! Ripley can’t get overconfident! Ripley with a kick to the chest of Wagner, but it didn’t look like it was an attempt to hurt the challenger! Ripley with a second – it’s like Ripley is toying with him! Wagner clutching at that right arm as Ripley kicks him a third time! Wagner gets back to his feet and Ripley pushes him in the side of the head! Wagner walks forward and Ripley does it a second time! This is what I was worried about, Rich! RIPLEY FIRES WITH A KICK TO THE CHEST, BUT IT’S CAUGHT BUT WAGNER!!! WAGNER SWINGS THE LEG BACK DOWN – AND ALMOST CRUSHES THE CHEST OF RIPLEY WITH ANOTHER CHOP!!! THAT ONE WAS THE WORST OF THE NIGHT!!! RIPLEY FALLS BACK SEATED IN THE CORNER AND WAGNER DRIVES HIS BOOT INTO THE HEAD OF THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION!!!
Rich Russillo: WAGNER DOESN’T RELENT – HE’S MURDERING RIPLEY IN THE CORNER WITH REPEATED SHOTS TO THE HEAD!!! THE REFEREE GRABS WAGNER AND TRIES TO DRAG HIM AWAY – BUT WAGNER SHRUGS HIM OFF AND DRAGS RIPLEY OUT OF THE CORNER, LOCKING THE WAIST OF THE CHAMPION AND SENDING HIM CRASHING ACROSS THE RING WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!! THE MOMENTUM OF THE THROW FORCING RIPLEY BACK TO HIS FEET!!! WAGNER LOOKS TO FOLLOW WITH A LARIAT – BUT – BUT, RIPLEY COUNTERS!!! RIPLEY CATCHES THE ARM AND ROLLS WAGNER DOWN TO THE CANVAS AND INTO A CROSS ARMBREAKER!!! RIPLEY TRYING TO HYPEREXTEND THE ELBOW, BUT WAGNER ROLLS AND IS ABLE TO LOCK BOTH HANDS!!! WAGNER IS ABLE TO GET BACK TO HIS FEET – BUT, RIPLEY TRANSITIONS INTO A TRIANGLE!!!! WAGNER POOOOWERS RIPLEY INTO THE AIR!!!! RIPLEY KNOWING WHAT COMING SHIFTS HIS WEIGHT DOWN AND RELEASES THAT TRIANGLE CHOKE, BUT SENDS WAGNER DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A MODIFIED HURRICANRANA!!! BOTH MEN SCRAMBLING TO THEIR FEET, BUT RIPLEY IS A STEP AHEAD!!!! RIPLEY SHOOTS FORWARD –
James Peters: BUT, OSKAR WAGNER CUTS HIM OFF WITH A SHOTGUN DROPKICK!!! JACK RIPLEY LAUNCHED BACK INTO THOSE TURNBUCKLES!!! RIPLEY CLUTCHING TO THE TOP ROPE, REFUSING TO FALL!!! RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM WAGNER!!!! WAGNER DOESN’T LET RIPLEY FALL!!! OVERHEAD GERMAN SUPLEX!!! RIPLEY DROPPED ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AGAIN, STAGGERING BACK UP IN A COMPLETE DAZED – AND WAGNER ALMOST TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH A DISCUS LARIAT!!! RIPLEY TURNED INSIDE OUT!!!! WAGNER INTO THE COVER!!!
ONE!!!!!!… TWO!!!!!!!… THR-KICKOUT!!!!
Rich Russillo: RIPLEY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!!!
James Peters: Wagner shoots back to his feet and straight into the face of the referee! This is the first time that we’ve seen this man begin to lose that composure since he debuted on Voltage! Wagner turns his attention back to the National Elite Champion, grabbing Ripley by the head and forcing him back to his feet! Ripley looks like he has little to nothing left, trying to fight back, but what he’s throwing has no effect! WAGNER PULLS HIM IN!!! WAGNER IS READY TO PUT THE CHAMPION AWAY!!! WAGNER POWERS RIPLEY UP TO HIS SHOULDERS!!!! RIPLEY FIGHTS!!!! THOSE STRIKES MOMENTS AGO DID NOTHING, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE THE PREDICAMENT NOW HAS WOKEN HIM BACK UP!!! RIPLEY WITH RAPIDFIRE STRIKES TO THE HEAD!!! WAGNER TRYING TO FIGHT THROUGH AND COMPLETE THE POWERBOMB, BUT RIPLEY POPS OVER THE SHOULDERS!!!!
Rich Russillo: YOU’LL FLOAT TOO!!!!!! SUPERKICK TO OSKAR WAGNER!!!!
James Peters: WAGNER FIRES STRAIGHT BACK WITH A BIG BOOT!!!! I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE EAT A SUPERKICK LIKE THAT!!!! JACK RIPLEY FALLS BACK, BUT WAGNER CATCHES THE ARM AND POWERS RIPLEY UP ONTO HIS SHOULDER!!! WAGNER LOOKS TO POWER RIPLEY BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS, BUT RIPLEY SLIPS OFF THE SHOULDER AND… APPLIES AN OCTOPUS STRETCH!!!! WAGNER TRAPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, THAT ARM HYPEREXTENDED AS RIPLEY PULLS BACK WITH EVERYTHING HE CAN STILL MUSTER!!!! WAGNER USING THE FREE ARM TO GRAB THE LEG OF RIPLEY AND FORCE HIS WAY OUT OF THE HOLD!!!! WAGNER SWINGS RIPLEY AROUND AND BACK ONTO HIS SHOULDER – BUT, RIPLEY TURNS IT INTO A TORNADO DDT!!!!
Rich Russillo: WAGNER BLOCKS IT!!! HE USES THE STRENGTH TO REMAIN STANDING — BUT, RIPLEY INSTEAD CATCHES HIM IN A GUILLOTINE CHOKE!!!! RIPLEY TRYING TO CUT OFF THE BLOOD FLOW TO THE BRAIN OF DAS WRESTLER, BUT LOOK AT THE CHALLENGER!!! WAGNER POWERING OUT AGAIN AND LOCKS RIPLEY IN A DOUBLE CHICKENWING!!! BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!!!! RIPLEY SENT CRASHING DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN, BUT THE THOUSANDS INSIDE THIS STADIUM ARE ON THEIR FEET!!!
James Peters: I don’t think that there’s a more fitting place, Rich; both men showing their fighting spirit to walk out as the National Elite Champion! Wagner slowly sitting up, exhaustion beginning to set in, but you have to think – you can feel that he’s so close from ripping that championship away from Jack Ripley! Wagner pushing himself back to a vertical base as Ripley stirs. Wagner standing over the champion, telling Ripley to get back up to his feet. Wagner just watching as Ripley forces himself back up! BANG!!!! WAGNER FIRES WITH ANOTHER UNRELENTING CHOP TO THE CHEST!!! Ripley drops straight back down to his knees; I don’t know if that’s a look of a man who’s defeated, but Ripley looks like he has absolutely nothing left…
Rich Russillo: You can only take so much, James! Wagner calls Ripley back up; Ripley defiantly pushes himself back up – but, Wagner drops him back to his knees with a European Uppercut! Wagner shaking his head as he grabs a handful of Ripley’s hair AND PULLS HIM INTO POSITION!!! WAGNER CALLS FOR THE END!!!! WAGNER POWERS RIPLEY UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS – BUT RIPLEY POPS OVER THE TOP AND DOWN TO HIS FEET!!! RIPLEY WITH A FOREARM – ANOTHER – ANOTHER!!!! WAGNER PUSHES RIPLEY AWAY, BUT RIPLEY SHOOTS STRAIGHT BACK TOWARDS THE CHALLENGER!!!
James Peters: SHOOTS STRAIGHT BACK INTO THE GRASP OF WAGNER WHO LAUNCHES HIM INTO THE AIR!!! VERY EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!!!
Rich Russillo: NO!!! RIPLEY COUNTERS!!!! FALLING DOUBLE FOOTSTOMP!!!! WAGNER DRIVEN DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!!! WAGNER IS DOWN!!!! RIPLEY SCRATCHING, CLAWING HIS WAY ONTO THE APRON!!! THIS IS JACK RIPLEY’S CHANCE!!! RIPLEY HUFFING, PUFFING, WHEEZING AS HE FORCES HIMSELF TO THE TOP ROPE!!! WAGNER IS STIRRING – RIPLEY HAS TO STRIKE NOW!!! BELIEVE IT OR NOT!!!! SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!!! WAGNER MOVES!!!! RIPLEY INCREDIBLY LANDS ON HIS FEET – BUT TURNS INTO A BRUTAL RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!!! RIPLEY IS OUT OF IT AS OSKAR WAGNER FORCES THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION BACK TO HIS FEET AND PULLS THE CHAMPION IN!!!!
James Peters: WAGNER HAS RIPLEY SET!!!! THE THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM!!! POWERBOMB TO JACK RIPLEY!!!! WAGNER WITH THE COVER!!!!
ONE!!!!!!!… TWO!!!!!!!… THREE!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: DID HE GET HIM?!
James Peters: NO!!! RIPLEY KICKS OUT!!!
Rich Russillo: WHERE IS JACK RIPLEY FINDING ANYTHING LEFT TO CONTINUE?
James Peters: IT’S HEART, IT’S DETERMINATION – THE WILL TO BE THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION!!! WOW!!!
(Wagner sits on the canvas next to the still downed Jack Ripley, pure disbelief on his face as the thousands in attendance chant the champion’s name.)
Rich Russillo: I hate to think of what Wagner is willing to do next if that Powerbomb wasn’t enough to keep the National Elite Champion down. Das Wrestler almost sent Jack Ripley through the ring…
James Peters: Wagner getting back to his feet as a smirk crosses his face; I think that may be the first time that I’ve seen the man smile! What is Wagner doing? Wagner making his way onto the apron and UP TO THE TOP ROPE? IF THAT POWERBOMB DIDN’T SEND RIPLEY THROUGH THE CANVAS, THIS CERTAINLY WILL!!!
Rich Russillo: Ripley may have kicked out, but I don’t know if he has enough left to get back to his feet! But, still, Ripley drags himself towards the corner which the challenger is perched! Even Wagner is shocked that Ripley is still moving at this point! Ripley forcing himself back up; every form of movement has to cause pain shoot through his entire body! Ripley forcing himself back to his feet – AND OSKAR WRAPS BOTH HANDS AROUND HIS THROAT AND POWERS THE CHAMPION UP TO THE MIDDLE ROPE!!! Ripley trying to fight out, but WAGNER ALMOST KNOCK HIM INTO UNCONSCIOUSNESS WITH A HEADBUTT!!! A NASTY, NASTY LOOK CROSSING THE FACE OF THE CHALLENGER AS HE PULLS RIPLEY IN!!! NO!!! NOT FROM UP THERE!!!
James Peters: OSKAR WAGNER IS GOING TO POWERBOMB JACK RIPLEY OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! OH MY GOD!!! RIPLEY COUNTERED!!! OSKAR SENT CRASHING DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A SUPER HURRICANRANA!!!! RIPLEY NEEDS TO COVER!!!! BUT, HE DECIDES AGAINST IT!!!! RIPLEY WANTS TO MAKE SURE THAT OSKAR WAGNER IS GOING TO STAY DOWN FOR GOOD!!! RIPLEY FORCING HIMSELF BACK TO HIS FEET!!!! HE’S SCREAMING – DEMANDING OSKAR GETS BACK TO HIS FEET!!! OSKAR PUSHING HIMSELF BACK UP!!!! RIPLEY HAS THE CHALLENGER LOCKED IN THIS SIGHTS!!! YOU’LL FLOAT TOO!!!!!!! OSKAR CAUGHT THE BOOT!!!! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO DO TO KEEP HIM DOWN!!!! OSKAR SWINGS RIPLEY AROUND – AND – LOCKS IN THAT REAR NAKED CHOKE!!!! IT’S LOCKED IN TIGHT!!! RIPLEY TRYING TO BREAK FREE, BUT HE’S NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO DO SO!!!! OSKAR IS SQUEEZING WITH EVERYTHING HE CAN!!!! RIPLEY HAS TO FIND A WAY OUT; HIS REIGN AS NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION FADING WITH HIS CONSCIOUSNESS!!!!
Rich Russillo: WE’RE ABOUT TO CROWN A NEW CHAMPION!!!
James Peters: RIPLEY – RIPLEY FORCES HIS WAY TO THE CORNER AND KICKS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!!! WAGNER STILL HAS THAT CHOKEHOLD IN AS THEY BOTH GO DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!! LOOK!!! WAGNER’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!!!!
ONE!!!!!!!!… TWO!!!!!!!!… THREE!!!!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“Stitch” by Wage War hits as Oskar Wagner releases the hold and shoots back to his feet in pure anger.)
Bella Braxton: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… AND STIIIIILLLLLL THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION…. JACK RIPLEY!!!!!!!!!!!
(Jack quickly gets his life together and rolls out of the ring, dropping down to the mat. The referee slides out as well and raises Jack’s hand. Inside the ring, Oskar is furious, and Jack looks up at him. A little smile crosses the Straight Shoota’s face. He knows he managed to outsmart Oskar and retain the National Elite Championship. Fighting Spirit fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Skittles. Taste the mother fucking rainbow, bitch.)
(After that incredibly unnecessary commercial, Fighting Spirit returns. The show cuts to the lockerroom belonging to House Reigner. The World Heavyweight Champion, Noah Reigner, is seen adjusting his kickpads. Standing in front of him is Evelyn Ridley, and she’s looking down at her phone. As usual, she’s got a sour look on her and lets out a disgusted sigh.)
Evelyn Ridley: Cameron isn’t answering his text messages.
(Noah looks up at her and rolls his eyes.)
Noah Reigner: Cameron said he had business to take care and that he would be here at some point. Just relax.
Evelyn Ridley: I can’t relax. I’m still weary about this whole situation with Oskar Wagner and that little leather skinned fuckwad. Jackson Blayde was way to quiet this week and that leads me to believe there’s something funny going on.
Noah Reigner: I’m well aware of how you feel about the situation but it’s like I told you earlier in the week, we will handle whatever comes our way. I trust Cameron when he says not to worry about Oskar. There’s nothing Jackson nor Oskar can do to stop the inevitable and that’s me heading to Pain for Pride and fucking up Impact. Jackson Blayde is nothing more than a pawn in this game. I have his number, and this time I’m not going to stop at just putting him on the shelf. You know I plan on ending the man’s career tonight and Impact is going to get a damn good look at his future come Pain for Pride. The fact he thinks he can run his mouth and talk this shit about me, and completely disregard everything I’ve accomplished is going to come back around and fuck him.
(Noah finishes with his kick pads and gets to his feet. Evelyn looks up at him.)
Evelyn Ridley: I know that you have Pain for Pride on your mind, but let’s just take it one match at a time. Jackson Blayde and Oskar Wagner are our focus tonight, and then we will turn our attention to Impact.
Noah Reigner: Tonight is the fall of Blaydemerica and the end of Jackson Blayde for good. No one is going to take my World Heavyweight Championship away from me.
(Evelyn goes to reply, but the door of the lockerroom swings open. Cameron Church strolls in. Immediately, Evelyn narrows her eyes at him.)
Evelyn Ridley: Where the fuck have you been?
(Cameron turns towards her.)
Cameron Church: I had some business to attend too, love. But I’m here now. Noah, are you set? This is it, mate. This is the last stop on your road to Pain for Pride.
(Evelyn quickly jumps in before Noah can reply. She’s suspicious.)
Evelyn Ridley: What business?
Cameron Church: Combat Church business.
(Cameron’s voice was even. The tone of it gave nothing away.)
Evelyn Ridley: So you expect me to believe that you were dealing with Combat Church business here in Seoul, right before Noah’s championship defense?
Cameron Church: You’re clearly entitled to believe whatever you wish, Evelyn. You’ll just have to take my word for it.
(Noah decided to intervene before an argument could break out.)
Noah Reigner: To answer your question, Cameron, I’m ready. Jackson isn’t in my league. I’ve defeated him multiple times, and none of those victories ever had to be questioned. He has been bodied by every single person he’s stepped inside the ring with and he never would have won the National Elite Championship if Drake King had kept his ass on Showdown where he belongs. I’m eradicating Jackson from the history books and no one is going to stop me.
(Evelyn and Noah both fixed their eyes on Cameron.)
Noah Reigner: Not even Oskar Wagner.
(A hint of a smile crossed Cameron’s face.)
Cameron Church: I told you Oskar wouldn’t be a problem, mate, and you said you trusted me.
Evelyn Ridley: Noah might trust your word, but I don’t. Not completely.
Cameron Church: Fair enough.
Evelyn Ridley: How do you know he won’t be a problem?
(Cameron’s intense gaze settled on Evelyn.)
Cameron Church: Because I know Oskar. He just suffered an unfortunate defeat to Ripley. Now let’s focus on the match and get ready.
(Cameron’s voice was final, and even Evelyn dropped the subject. As the three start discussing strategy, Fighting Spirit fades to commercial.)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.. PLEASE WELCOME VOLTAGE COMMISSIONER….. CAPTAINNNNNN CHARRRRRRRISSSSSSMAAA!!!!
(“Self-Help Tape” by Moses Sumney blares throughout the arena to a huge pop as the camera switches to Captain Charisma, who is standing at ringside. He waves to the crowd with a confident look on his face before sitting down in his chair )
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!
Crowd: One fall!
Bella Braxton: IF VISUAL PROPHET WINS THIS MATCH, VEENA ADAMS BECOMES CO-COMMISSIONER ALONGSIDE CAPTAIN CHARISMA!!
( Moments of the crowd’s applause go by before a heavenly instrumental blast through the arena speakers while grey smoke starts to cloak the stage platform. The audience murmurs while all on their feet, waiting for the appearance of the Sovereign. Nina walks through the smoke with a microphone in hand with an attire inspired by the North Korean flag. )
Nina: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… PLEASE WELCOME… A GIFT OF GRATIFICATION FROM YOUR SUPREME LEADER!!! KIMMY!!!
James Peters: I think she’s thinking about the wrong lead- What the hell? Is that a baby tiger?
( Nina points her fingers towards the smoke, revealing Veena Adams to be cradling a baby tiger. The disgruntled South Korean crowd begins to send down a monsoon of deafening boos onto the two women and baby tiger. Nina yells the name of the baby tiger “Kimmy” while jumping in the air and raising the North Korean flag. “Another One Bites The Dust’ by Queen hits, triggering a heavier amount of boos from the crowd. The Visual Prophet makes his appearance with a bright smirk on his face with a flagpole of the Voltage logo in hand, wearing yellow-coloured gear with “Team Voltage” text on his vest and tights inspired by Captain Charisma’s normal attire. All three individuals begin to walk down to the ring. The Visual Prophet holds the Voltage flag in the air, Nina raises the North Korean flag, and Veena Adams holds up Kimmy like Simba)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST! Accompanied by Veena Adams, Nina, and Kimmy, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 230 pounds… THE VISSSUALLL PROPPPPHEETTTTT!!
Rich Russillo: Every time The Visual Prophet is scheduled to compete at these big-time events, he always strives to charm the masses with unique entrances, this might be the most offensive and unique one yet.
James Peters: Vizzy has always been known to mock the area he is competing in. Last time, he mocked Philadelphia and now is mistaking South Korea for North Korea.
(The short silent intermission is followed with “Still Unbroken” by Lynyrd Skynyrd. It receives a huge reception from the audience as Rex McAllister goes through the curtains, walking towards the stage and stopping. Rex stands on the stage, appearing to be confident ahead of this match. Captain Charisma applauses as he begins to walk down the ramp while laser-focused on The Visual Prophet.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT!!! From Sea Isle, New Jersey, weighing in at 238 pounds… REXXXXXX MMMMMCCCCALLLLISSSSTTTERRRR!!!!
James Peters: Rex McAllister has all the pressure mounted on his back in this match. Whoever holds the main controls to the Voltage management will be determined tonight and if Rex fails to defend the honour of current Voltage authority, Visual Prophet will take control of the Yellow brand.
Rich Russillo: When it comes to high-pressure situations, Rex McAllister has proven to be successful. McAllister surely has everything stacked up against him, but he will certainly give his best performance tonight. There is a reason why Captain Charisma chose Rex to fight for his brand. He wants to make sure The Visual Prophet doesn’t win this war easy.
( DING! DING! DING! )
James Peters: The match is underway as Rex McAllister stretches in the corner as The Visual Prophet in his corner like Kim Jong-un. Prophet with a dirty smile on his face while the crowd begins to boo him. Rex and Prophet meet in the middle of the ring, with Prophet seductively taking his vest off, gyrating his hips as Rex does not seem impressed.
Rich Russillo: Prophet thinks McAllister is the referee, handing the vest over to him, taking his jewelry and placing it on the hands of Rex. Rex looks confused as Prophet begins to realize what he is doing. Rex throws the jewelry away, holding onto the vest and RIPPING IT IN HALF!!! BY GOD!!!
James Peters: All of Prophet’s creative ideas was just torn apart in front of him. His eyes are popping out of his sockets, offended to what Rex just did. Rex’s expression on his face has remained the same the entire time since the bell rang. The angered Visual Prophet begins to set his eyes onto McAllister and charges into him.
Rich Russillo: PROPHET SENDS A RIG- Rex blocks the right, holding the fist in the air as Prophet is appalled. Rex grabs his wrist and pulls him inwards! AND FLATTENING THE SOVEREIGN WITH A DEVASTATING LARIAT!! Prophet lands onto his stomach, appearing jarred after the lariat.
James Peters: Veena yelling at Prophet to run as Rex steps behind him. Prophet listens to their shouts, attempting to get out of the ring, but Rex stops him, snatching his air and pulling him back towards the center of the ring.
Rich Russillo: Rex still has a grip of his precious hair, pulling him back into his arm! AND DRIVING HIS ARM INTO THE BACK OF PROPHET’S HEAD!!! Prophet’s face goes clanging into the canvas following that lariat to the back of his head.
James Peters: Either Captain Charisma gave him some next level drugs before this match, or someone got on his bad side, we have seen a more aggressive side out of Rex McAllister in this match. The Visual Prophet walked into this match, expecting for it to be a walk in the park, but he has been on the receiving end of Rex’s dominance.
Rich Russillo: Rex plucks Prophet up from the canvas, showcasing his power as he whips him towards the ropes. Prophet grabs the ropes, flipping over it and posing on the apron. McAllister rushes back into Prophet, jumping up and EXPLODING ONTO PROPHET WITH A SHOTGUN KICK!!!!
James Peters: Prophet splatters onto ringside after receiving that explosive kick! Rex withdrawing himself from the squared circle, exiting and walking over to Prophet. Prophet has been obliterated so far in this match and needs to get control sooner or later. Rex grabs his head, sprinting with him and DRIVING HIS SHOULDER INTO THE SIDE OF THE STEEL STEPS!!!
Rich Russillo: Rex McAllister has yet to show remorse in this match. Prophet holding his left shoulder in agony, showing signs of weakness as Rex snatches him and inserts him back into the ring. Rex grabs the North Korean flag that was drooping over the steel stairs and rips it in half. God, I hope North Korea isn’t really watching this. The crowd pops before he slides under the bottom rope, getting up to his feet and grabbing Prophet. He gets a grip on his tights, setting his arm over his shoulder AND HOISTING HIM UP OFF HIS FEET!!! DEADLIFT SUPLEX!!! AND IT CONNECTS!!! Rex asserting his dominance yet again, planting The Visual Prophet with a deadlift vertical suplex onto the canvas. Rex hovers over the body of Prophet for the cover.
James Peters: The Visual Prophet escapes out of the first pinfall attempt in this match and it may be one of his last if Rex continues to be this dominant. Rex now holding Prophet on the ground in a headlock, wearing him down as Prophet begins to show some fight in this match. Rex is trying to resist Prophet, but Prophet continues to fight his way out of the headlock. Prophet pushes Rex into the ropes, bouncing him off and into the opposite side of the ring.
Rich Russillo: Prophet jumps down and Rex jumps over him. Rex comes from the ropes, Prophet jumps up and CONNECTS WITH A DROPKICK!!! The Visual Prophet getting his first offence in this match and he needs to continue this. Prophet immediately goes for the cover.
James Peters: Quick kick out by the Rex Master. The Visual Prophet now grabbing Rex, forcing him into the corner and hammering down onto him with jabs and strikes. Prophet grabs his arm, pulling it and whipping McAllister into the corner. Prophet follows him into the corner, driving his arm against the chest of Rex. Clothesline into the corner on Rex followed up BY A SPINEBUSTER!!! Prophet crawls over for the cover!!
Rich Russillo: Rex gets his shoulder up! The crowd begins to cheer louder as Rex kicks out. The VIsual Prophet beginning to get frustrated as he grabs Rex, pulling him up and shoving him into the corner. Prophet pushes him up, positioning him on the top turnbuckles and slapping his chest.
James Peters: Prophet attempts to climb up the turnbuckle, but Rex shoves him away, sending him into the center of the ring as REX JUMPS UP!!! GRABBING PROPHET’S HEAD AND SPINNING AROUND!! JUMPING TORNADO DDT!! NO!!! PROPHET HOLDS ON!!
Rich Russillo: Prophet hoists him up in a suplex! LIFTING HIM UP AND TOSSING HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLE AND REX GOES HEAD FIRST INTO THE CANVAS. Prophet pulls him out of the corner, grabbing his waist and picking him up off the ground. DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX!!!
James Peters: BUT REX LANDS RIGHT ON HIS FEET!!! AND SPIKES THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH A SOCCER KICK!! Rex grabs his head from behind, picking him up!!! DEADLIFT INVERTED SUPLEX!! Prophet flips backward, onto his feet and avoiding the impact.
Rich Russillo: Rex makes his way up to his feet, shifting his attention behind him and is MET WITH A DEVASTATING SUPERKICK!!! The superkick sends Rex retreating back to ringside while Prophet runs the ropes. HE STEPS ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPE AND SOARS OVER THE TOP ROPE!! TOPEEE CON HILO!!!!
James Peters: NO!!!! REX CATCHES HIM!!!! REX CAUGHT HIM AND IS NOW HOLDING HIM IN A POWERBOMB POSITION!!!! REX HOLDS HIM IN THE AIR AND POWERBOMBS HIM INTO THE RINGPOST!!!! YIKES!!!
Rich Russillo: The Visual Prophet sliding down the ring post as Rex picks him up and slides Prophet into the ring. Rex climbing up, perched on the top rope! HE STEPS OFF THE TOP, SOARING AND DROPPING AN ELBOW ONTO THE SOVEREIGN!! COVER!!
James Peters: Prophet gets his shoulder up! Rex now picks him up and tosses Prophet through the ropes and onto the apron. Rex with an enraged look on his face, running the ropes and into PROPHET!!! REX SPEARS PROPHET!! NO!! PROPHET DRIVES HIS KNEE AGAINST THE TEMPLE OF REX, MOMENTARILY STAGGERING THE REX MASTER!!
Rich Russillo: Rex hanging from the ropes while Prophet plucks him, grabbing and picking him up. He is looking for the Prophet Driver onto the apron. BUT REX GETS OUT OF THE HOLD!!! Rex reels to the other side of the apron platform, running into Prophet as he turns around! SUPERKICK TO THE JAW OF REX!!! REX ON SPAGHETTI LEGS ON THE APRON!!!
James Peters: Prophet slowly walks towards Rex AND REX RETALIATES WITH A HUGE BICYCLE KICK, SENDING SPIT OUT OF THE MOUTH OF THE VISUAL PROPHET!!! Both individuals struggling to stay on both feet. REX CHARGES INTO HIM AGAIN!!! SPINNING AROUND!! DISCUS FOREARM!! NO!! PROPHET INTERCEPTS WITH A SPINNING BACK FIST!! THE IKE TURNER SPECIAL!!
Rich Russillo: Rex McAllister experiencing difficulties on the apron while PROPHET CHARGES INTO HIM!! REX PICKS HIM UP, COUNTERING AND DRILLING HIM INTO THE APRON WITH A FIREMAN’S CARRY DRIVER!!!
James Peters: A series of strikes from both sides, ending in a crushing Fireman’s Carry Driver onto the apron. Even though Prophet took the fall, Rex is as exhausted as the Visual Prophet. Rex slowly making his way towards Prophet. Rex pushes him into the ring and goes in for the cover.
Rich Russillo: PROPHET GETS HIS SHOULDER UP! Captain Charisma at ringside cheering Rex on as Prophet attempts to sneak out of the ring. Rex notices him, grabbing his leg as Prophet holds onto the bottom turnbuckle. Rex puts more strength, pulling him away! But Rex doesn’t see that Prophet took the turnbuckle padding out!
James Peters: Rex pulls him up to his feet, grabbing the Prophet from behind. PROPHET SHOVES HIM AWAY!! AND CONNECTS WITH A BIG BOOT TO THE SIDE OF REX’S FACE!!! Prophet immediately runs to the corner, hopping onto the top turnbuckle and jumping off! SPINNING AROUND!!! REX GETS OUT OF THE WAY, GRABBING PROPHET FROM THE SIDE!! LIFTING HIM UP!! OLYMPIC SLAM!!! COVER!!
Rich Russillo: PROPHETS KICKS OUT!!! Rex with another impressive counter, but it isn’t enough to eliminate The Visual Prophet. Rex tediously gets up to his feet while holding Prophet. The prophet appears defenceless as Rex connects with an elbow smash to his face. He connects with another one! AND ANOTHER ONE!! AND ANOTHER ONE!! AND ANOTHER ONE!!! REX IS JUST PUMMELING HIS FACE WITH THE POINT OF HIS ELBOW!!
James Peters: Rex runs the ropes and returns to Prophet! PROPHET PICKS HIM UP!! PROPHET DRIVER!!! THE CARTWHEEL DEATH VALLEY DRIVER CONNECTS AS PROPHET GETS UP ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!! PROPHET IS IN POSITION!!! HE SOARS!! BOW TO THE HEART!! IT CONNECTS!! THIS IS IT!!
Rich Russillo: REX POPS HIS SHOULDER OFF THE CANVAS!!! You could see everyone at ringside, anxiously biting their nails before Rex saved himself from this match. This is a high-profile match when it comes to Voltage and the whole world is watching…
James Peters: Prophet stands with his back against the corner, observing Rex McAllister as he slowly gets up to his feet. Prophet winding up his elbow, nodding as Charisma yells as Rex. Prophet runs into Rex! KISS TO THE HEAD!! NO!!! REX DUCKS IT, TURNING PROPHET AROUND AND HOLDING HIM INTO THE GROUND!!!
Rich Russillo: PROPHET PUSHES REX AWAY!! REX GOES FLYING INTO THE CORNER!! REX SAVES HIMSELF FROM LANDING INTO THE EXPOSED BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE!! Rex gripping the two ropes from either side, which saved him from the impact. Prophet rushes from the rear!
James Peters: REX DROPS DOWN AND KICKS THE LEG OF PROPHET!! PROPHET STUMBLES OVER REX’S LEG AND GOES FACE FIRST INTO THE EXPOSED STEEL!!! Veena and Nina screeching at ringside as Rex grabs Prophet from the behind. Rex props him on his feet, running into the ropes and back! HE HOVERS OVER PROPHET!!! THE REX EFFECT!!!! IT CONNECTS!! COVER!!
Rich Russillo: PROPHET KICKS OUT!!! Rex beginning to appear furious while blood streams out of the right eye of The Visual Prophet. He walks over to the corner and rests his back onto it. He preys on the battered Visual Prophet with a determined look on his face. REX SPRINTS INTO PROPHET! HE JUMPS OVER THE SHOULDER OF REX!!! REX EFFECT!!!! NO!!! PROPHET COUNTERS IT!!! HE TAKES HIM DOWN, GRABBING HIS LEG AND LOCKING IN THE ANKLE LOCK!!!
James Peters: The standing Viz-Lock is applied on Rex McAllister. Once Viz gets his legs wrapped around Rex, this could be the end of this match! Rex screaming in agony as Viz continues to manipulate his ankle. Rex is raising his hand and is on the verge of submitting! Rex begins to shift his body, going inwards through the opening between Prophet’s legs.
Rich Russillo: REX THRUSTS HIM DOWN, CRUSHING HIM ONTO THE CANVAS AND GRABBING HIS LEGS!! HE HOLDS PROPHET’S HEAD AND PULLS IT BACK!!! REX-LOCK IS APPLIED!!! THIS SUBMISSION HAS FORCED MANY OF REX’S OPPONENTS TO SUBMIT IN THE PAST AND HE IS LOOKING TO ADD THE VISUAL PROPHET TO THAT LONG LIST!!
James Peters: Both competitors are screaming at the top of their lungs with Prophet yelling in pain while Rex is yelling at Prophet to tap out. Rex attempting to win this match by making Prophet reach his breaking point, but Prophet grabs his wrist and pulls his arm to the side. Prophet released the face hold, getting out of the position and TRANSITIONING IT INTO A CROSSFACE!!!! THE CROSS FACE IS APPLIED!!
Rich Russillo: Rex quickly rolls over onto his knees and begins to deadlift Prophet off the canvas!! The Visual Prophet is helpless as Rex McAllister showcasing his strength, hoisting him up into the air! AND SLAMMING HIM ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A POWERBOMB!! BUT PROPHET IMMEDIATELY CONVERTS IT INTO A TRIANGLE HOLD!!!
James Peters: The Visual Prophet continuing the series of submissions enforced by both individuals! From the Viz-Lock to the Rex-Lock, to the crossface, and now the triangle hold. The Visual Prophet wants that bittersweet moment by making Rex McAllister submit to him. Imagine how embarrassing that would be for The Rex Master!
Rich Russillo: Rex McAllister now begins to pick him up, deadlifting Prophet! He still has the triangle hold locked in, but Rex is fighting through the pain! Rex isn’t looking for a deadlift powerbomb! He stands, holding him in the air as he walks towards the ropes! Rex holds him under the top rope! HE HOLDS HIM UP MORE!!! AND HE DRIVES HIS THROAT INTO THE BOTTOM OF THE TOP ROPE!!!
James Peters: Both individuals stumble to the ground and are equally damaged by the variety of submissions in this match. They haven’t moved an inch and the referee starts to count!
Rich Russillo: Both men start to show movement and begin to drag themselves towards each other.
Rich Russillo: Both McAllister and Prophet bumping heads, using their weight to help each other up.
James Peters: They are up on their feet! AND THEY STARE INTO EACH OTHER’S SOUL WITH DISGUST!! MCALLISTER WITH A FOREARM!!! AND PROPHET RESPONDS WITH ONE OF HIS OWN!!! BOTH INDIVIDUALS CONTINUE TO UNLEASH FOREARMS ONTO EACH OTHER!!! MCALLISTER BLOCKS ONE OF PROPHET’S FOREARM, STEPPING BACK AND CRUSHING THE SIDE OF HIS FACE WITH A CRACKING KNEE STRIKE!!
Rich Russillo: The Visual Prophet stumbles as Rex stops him from falling to the ground. Rex sets his head between his two legs, picking him up! POWERBOMB!! NO!! PROPHET COUNTERS IT, LANDING ON HIS FEET!!! HE HOLDS ONTO HIS HEAD, PUSHING IT DOWN AS HE TWISTS AROUND!! TWISTING DDT!!! COVER!!
James Peters: REX POWERS OUT!!! Prophet starting to showcase signs of distress. Prophet holding his fist up in courage. The Visual Prophet rebounds off the ropes! REX CONNECTS WITH A BIG BOOT, SHATTERING THE JAW OF THE VISUAL PROPHET!!
Rich Russillo: The Visual Prophet reels to the outside, leaning on the barricade as REX ROCKETS THROUGH THE ROPES!! SUICIDE DIVE!! NO!! PROPHET CATCHES HIM!!! VIZZY CAUGHT HIM IN MID AIR!!!
James Peters: The Visual Prophet darts him up in the air, and sends his head crashing onto the apron! Prophet follows up, immediately tossing shoulder first into the side of the steel steps! Prophet grabs him again, and throws him over the South Korean announce table! The South Korean commentators spitting on the disgraceful Prophet as they get out of his way.
Rich Russillo: Prophet clears the announce table, holding Rex McAllister and laying him against the top! Prophet climbs up onto the top of the barricade, standing on his own two feet and overlooking Rex! Rex gets off the table and sweeps beneath the legs of The Visual Prophet! The Prophet lands onto the barricade as Rex joins him on the top.
James Peters: Rex holding him from the side and grabs his tights! PROPHET PICKS REX UP!!! AND PLANTS HIM ONTO THE BARRICADE WITH A PROPHET DRIVER!! A PROPHET DRIVER ONTO THE TOP OF THE BARRICADE!! Prophet pulls him away from the barricade and swiftly throws him back into the squared circle!
Rich Russillo: Rex rolls into the center of the ring while Prophet is balanced on the top turnbuckle! PROPHET JUMPS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!!! AND DRIVES HIS ELBOW ONTO THE HEART OF REX!!! THE SECOND BOW TO THE HEART CONNECTS!!! COVER!!
James Peters: CAPTAIN CHARISMA PULLS THE VISUAL PROPHET OUT OF THE RING!!! HOW FAIR IS THIS!!!! The Visual Prophet was on the verge of winning this match, but Charisma pulled him out of the ring right when the referee was about to slam his hand onto the canvas for the third count.
Rich Russillo: Vizzy stands in front and is face to face with Captain Charisma. The Visual Prophet is tempted to strike him, but he resists and steps back onto the apron. Vizzy steps through the ropes. REX FLOATS OVER HIM!!! REX EFFECT!!!! COVER!!!!
James Peters: ROPE BREAK!!! I believe Veena Adams just placed the left foot of The Visual Prophet on the bottom rope! Captain Charisma getting in the face of Veena Adams and now both engage in a war of words. Rex McAllister is kneeling in the center of the ring beside The Visual Prophet, witnessing what is occurring at ringside. VEENA SLAPS CC!! NO!!! CAPTAIN CHARISMA HOLDS ONTO THE ARM OF VEENA, STOPPING THE SLAP!!
(The crowd behind Captain Charisma begins to chant loudly as it seems someone is in the audience.)
Rich Russillo: ITS LC!!! THE LETHAL CONSEQUENCES JUST BLINDSIDED CAPTAIN CHARISMA FROM BEHIND!! LC now beginning to stomp a mudhole into the balls of Captain Charisma! LC showing no remorse as he continues to assault Captain Charisma!
James Peters: LC NOW GOUGING HIS EYES WITH HIS FINGERS!! Lethal Consequences torturing him as Rex McAllister inserts himself into the fight, coming from behind! Rex grabs his waist and attempts to pull him away from CC!! Veena and Nina distracting the referee as LC TURNS AROUND!! AND DROPS REX WITH A RIGHT FIST!!! LC JUST KNOCKED REX OUT COLD WITH HIS HALL OF FAME RINGED FIST!!! MY GOD!!
Rich Russillo: Veena Adams continues to distract the referee while LC runs back into the crowd, retreating as Nina grabs Rex’s body and throws him back into the ring. Veena steps off the apron and the referee refocuses his attention onto the match. He sees Captain Charisma laying on the ground while both Vizzy and Rex are out on the canvas.
James Peters: The Prophet begins to show some life, clueless on what in the hell just happened. Veena yelling at Prophet to crawl over to Rex and he does. Prophet slowly scratching and clawing his dead weight towards Rex’s body while the crowd begins to boo him. PROPHET GETS HIS ARM OVER THE BODY OF REX!!!
( DING! DING! DING! )
( ‘Another One Bites The Dust’ by Queen is played to a monstrous negative reaction from the crowd. Nina grabs Kimmy from beneath the ring, joining The Visual Prophet and Veena Adams in the ring as they celebrate )
Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER!!! THEEE VISSSSUUALLLLL PROPHET!!
James Peters: Veena Adams is now Co-Commissioner of Voltage thanks to Lethal Consequences! Captain Charisma is seated against the barricade, hurt as Veena Adams holds the Voltage flag up in the air.
Rich Russillo: After tonight, we’re going to need answers to why LC interfered in this match. Until then, the entire nation of North Korea will be celebrating, knowing that they have one of their own as a leader in Voltage. Congratulations Vizzy!
James Peters: Rex is going to be so pissed about this.
(Indeed, he is. The former two-time world champion is sitting in the ring, and if looks could kill, everyone would be dead right now. Rex knows he just got fucked and it’s because of that Veena Adams just gained equal control of Voltage.)
(Fighting Spirit fades away from the awful scene at ringside. It switches to an unknown location in the backstage area. Daryl Kinkade is seen sitting on a piece of equipment and listening to music. He’s kicking his heels back against the equipment box, probably to the beat of whatever he’s listening too. One thing is for sure, Daryl looks focused, and when you have a match like Barbed Wire Massacre II on the horizon, there’s nothing else you can be other than focused. Fighting Spirit goes to commercial.)
(Commercial break for Blue Buffalo cat food featuring a cutie named Riley. Riley says, “don’t buy the cheap shit.”)
(Fighting Spirit returns to the ring area, and cuts to Bella.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the World Heavyweight Championship!
(The guitar riff for the custom version of “Blaydemerica” hits the P.A. system and immediately the crowd breaks into a chorus of boos. Red, white, and blue lights fill the arena, which lead to the Blaydemerican cabinet walking out onto the stage. Jazmin was out first, followed by the Secretary of Defense – Oskar Wagner. If Oskar was still pissed from losing to Jack Ripley, you couldn’t really tell. His natural express was one of anger anyway. Next out was Jackson Blayde. He stepped between Jazmin and Oskar, standing triumphantly in the middle while the tron behind him shows images of American flags.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first – from Memphis, Tennessee. Standing at Six feet and Two inches – weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty Nine pounds .. he’s the President of Blaydemerica — Jackson Blayde!
Rich Russillo: The NEXT World Heavyweight Champion, James! THE FUTURE PRESIDENT OF THE WORLD! Jackson Blayde has come to save us all and will be leaving South Korea with a new piece of gold to match his tights!
James Peters: The opportunity is there, and he has solid support behind him – I’m not going to deny that. But when you look at the track record against Noah..
Rich Russillo: Fuck the track record. Nothing that happens in the past matters now. Noah and his stupid House is going to burn down to the ground. The only House that matters is the Presidential Gold House of Blaydemerica.
James Peters: You mean White House?
Rich Russillo: No. Gold House. Everything Jackson touches turns to gold.
James Peters: :wow:
(Jackson has led his Cabinet down the aisle before he, and only he, climbed into the ring. Oskar accompanied Jazmin around the ring, standing by as she sat down in a special – reserved – chair at ringside for her. Oskar stood tall, handed folded behind his back as usual from the behemoth. All of this while Jackson taunted a little bit. He would eventually stop and turn to face the entrance way.)
“I GOT, YOU WANT.
IT’S JUST, DON’T STOP.
I GOT, YOU WANT.
IT’S JUST, DON’T STOP.”
“THIS IS ENTERTAINMENT.
LIES ARE ENTERTAINMENT.
YOU ARE DOWN ON YOUR KNEES…
BEGGING ME FOR MORE! ”
(The hook for the song “Don’t Stop” by InnerPartySystem rips through the sound system and that is the cue for Noah Reigner to walk through the guerrilla curtain and out onto the stage.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent – from Seattle, Washington – standing at Six feet Two inches – weighing in at One Hundred and Eighty Seven pounds .. he is the reigning and defending World Heavyweight Champion. The Assault Rifle, Noah Reigner!
James Peters: Noah Reigner has had quite the rise in EAW. He and Jackson entered the company around the same time, but winning the Cash in the Vault match at Pain for Pride last year catapulted Noah to the top of the company quick. And week in and week out, he’s earned the right to be there – capping it all off by winning the Championship at King of Elite.
Rich Russillo: Yeah, one that he stole. He cashed in the briefcase after Impact had a grueling match with Rex. Easy pickings. He didn’t earn his way like Jackson did. And that is why Jackson is the president, and Noah isn’t.
James Peters: A championship that Noah could have, and was on the way to winning before Impact interfered in his match against Rex. A championship that Noah has since successfully defended. I’m not going to discredit Jackson’s will to work his way to the National Elite title that he won, but you can’t shrug off Noah’s work either.
Rich Russillo: Watch me..
(Rich literally shrugged off his shoulders. By now, Noah Reigner had appeared on the stage with the World Championship strapped around his waist. Evelyn Ridley followed him onto, and then subsequently, down the ramp as Noah descended. He never took his eyes off of Jackson, even after climbing into the ring. Usually there would be some taunting, feigning an Assault Rifle in his hand and shooting at the crowd, but tonight – he just unstrapped his championship and shoved it in Jackson’s face.)
James Peters: No love lost, obviously.
Rich Russillo: Jackson’s going to smack the dye off of Noah’s hair for that.
(Noah handed the championship over and removed his ring jacket.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: There’s the bell, and immediately Jackson advances to Noah, grabbing him in a collar-and-elbow tie up. Jackson has a weight and power advantage, and he quickly exploits that – pushing Noah into the corner where the referee initiates a clean break. But Jackson rears back and sucker punches Noah! Noah takes a few moments to recover from the cheap shot, and that allows Jackson to grab the champion and execute a perfect Overhead Belly-to-Belly, sending Noah half-way across the ring!
Rich Russillo: That’s why he’s the President and soon-to-be Champion of the World, James. He’s not taking the time to gloat, though. Quickly back to his feet, as is Noah, but Jackson is there first with a knee trembler – hitting a perfectly timed running knee lift to Noah’s head just as he’s returning to his feet. Noah hits the mat again, and Jackson begins to stomp on the body of the champion. Grabbing him back up and tossing him into the nearby corner, Jackson follows him in with a series of body punches. Noah’s trying to cover up to block a few, but being the highly intelligent president that he is, Jackson switches it up with a stiff european uppercut that folds Noah and sees him collapse onto the mat again.
James Peters: Jackson knows what is at stake here and is unrelenting in his attack on the champion. He’s putting the boots to him, then places his boot against Noah’s throat and presses down – closing that windpipe with his weight. The referee is quickly in to break that illegal choke. On the outside, Evelyn is looking on – slamming her hands on the mat and shouting at Noah. Oskar hasn’t moved a muscle and Jazmin is all smiles.
Rich Russillo: Because she knows she’s about to be the First Lady of the WORLD WIDE Blaydemerica. Blaydeuniverse if you will.
James Peters: Jackson’s pushed away by the referee, being warned about blatant choking. Noah’s pulled himself up using the ropes, and when Jackson turns back to advance to the champion again – Noah’s ready, firing a back elbow to him that pushes him away. Noah explodes out of the corner, beginning to fire rapid strikes to Jackson. Several forearms and elbows, followed by him hitting the ropes .. SHOULDER BLOCK by Jackson. He’s built like a house and Noah bounced right off of him, hitting the mat again.
Rich Russillo: This is the problem when the World Heavyweight champion doesn’t even tip two hundred pounds. Noah should have stuck to a lightweight division.
James Peters: Well, we don’t have one of those? Anyway. Jackson’s arrogantly grabbed Noah back up, only for Noah to execute a sitout Jawbreaker which causes Jackson to stumble back, holding his jaw. Noah hasn’t quite made his way to his feet when Jackson quickly charges to him again – but he has the wherewithal to grab a leg, tripping Jackson as he advanced. With Jackson down momentarily, Noah is able return to his feet properly. He meets Jackson there, and his movements are slightly quicker – allowing him to hit a spinning kick to the stomach, doubling Jackson over. Noah’s quick to follow that with an enzuiguri that drops Jackson to a knee. Noah’s up, hits the ropes, and delivers a sick knee shot to Jackson’s face. Jackson drops properly for the first time tonight.
Rich Russillo: That caused a look of worry to overtake Jazmin, and the entire Blaydemerican nation. Noah takes advantage of Jackson being down, hitting him with a running Senton directly ontop of Jackson. Jackson rolls to the apron now, holding his stomach and ribs. Using the ropes to pull himself to his feet, he’s met with a Gamengiri kick by Noah and Jackson falls off of the apron! That’s not fair, he didn’t even allow Jackson a moment to breathe. Everyone knows that once you’re on the apron, that’s timeout region.
James Peters: I don’t think that’s true. Anyway. Noah waited for a moment before turning and sprinted to the far ropes, coming back.. SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES!!
Rich Russillo: NOPE! JACKSON CAUGHT THE CHAMPION!
James Peters: An impressive display of power by Jackson! He adjusts the champion onto his shoulder and rushes him .. HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL POST! NOAH IS DROPPED TO THE FLOOR, AND HE LOOKS TO BE OUT OF IT! JACKSON HAS GRABBED NOAH UP, SLAMMING HIS HEAD INTO THAT POST OVER, AND OVER AGAIN. THE CHAMPION HAS BEEN CUT OPEN AND BLOOD IS TRICKLING DOWN HIS FACE. JACKSON FORCEFULLY THROWS NOAH INTO THE CROWD BARRIER BEFORE SLIDING BACK INTO THE RING TO BREAK THE COUNT.
Rich Russillo: The President has taken the first step into breaking down the walls of House Reigner. Noah is laid out, bleeding. Some champion..
James Peters: Jackson’s climbed out of the ring just as Noah is returning to his feet. Jackson reaches out to grab Noah, but is met with an elbow to the stomach. And followed by one more for good measure. Jackson’s backed away, and now Noah is up to his feet. Noah blocks a strike attempt – ROGUE CUTTER! NOAH JUST HIT A JUMPING CUTTER ONTO JACKSON OUT OF NOWHERE AFTER HE BLOCKED THE WILD STRIKE FROM JACKSON!
Rich Russillo: NO! GET UP JACKSON!
James Peters: Noah is laid out again, taking a breather. The two competitors are beginning to move at the same time. Noah’s up first and moves to slide into the ring. Jackson’s up, grabbing Noah’s foot to stop him. Noah’s kicked his free foot back, breaking Jackson’s grip and pushing him away from the ring. Noah’s back up to his feet, sprinting to the far ropes and coming back.. SUICIDE DIVE ATTEMPT AGAIN!
Rich Russillo: EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! JACKSON’S STOPPED NOAH DEAD IN HIS TRACKS, LEAVING THE CHAMPION HUNG UP ON THE ROPES – HE DIDN’T EVEN MAKE IT ALL OF THE WAY THROUGH THE ROPES! .. President Blayde has Noah perfectly scouted. Jackson slips into the ring, grabbing Noah who’s still hung up in the ropes, pulls him back.. BIG GERMAN SUPLEX WITH A BRIDGE!!
James Peters: Noah kicks out just before the three. He still has some left in the tank. Jackson rolls up to sit on his knees, grabbing Noah by the hair and holding his head in place. Closed right hand punch, after punch, after punch. Jackson’s up and pulls Noah up with him before the referee can lecture him about closed first punches. Jackson positions Noah in a front face lock, and lifts him up…
Rich Russillo: BEALE STREET BACKBREAKER!! HE TOSSED NOAH OUT OF THE SUPLEX AND HE CRASHED DOWN ONTO JACKSON’S KNEES! NOAH WAS JUST FOLDED INSIDE OUT. JACKSON’S GRABBED HIM, FORCING HIM BACK DOWN TO THE MAT AND COVERING HIM AGAIN. NEW CHAMPION?!?
James Peters: NO! Noah JUST got his shoulder up! He’s still in this!!
Rich Russillo: For now. Jackson’s not too happy, though. Jackson grabs Noah up, forcing him back into the corner. He hits the champion with a stiff spinning elbow, making him see stars. He’s given a nod to Jazmin and Oskar before lifting Noah up to the top and following himself. He’s going to deliver the one final blow to the champion, causing the fall of House Reigner, I think!
James Peters: I don’t think so. Noah’s trying to fight off Jackson. Forearm strikes while they both are standing on the middle rope. Back and forth they trade shots.. Noah gets the final one in, causing Jackson to fall to the mat. Jackson’s back up to a knee, beginning to push his way back up— KILL SHOT!! NOAH JUST DIVED OFF OF THE ROPES, HITTING A PERFECT KILL SHOT TO JACKSON!!!!
Rich Russillo: :damn: !! NO!!
James Peters: But Noah can’t capitalize on it, and pin Jackson. He’s laid out on the mat for the moment, breathing heavy. Jackson has really put in the work against the Champion tonight. Slowly, Noah crawls toward Jackson and drapes his arm over Jackson’s fallen body..
Rich Russillo: JACKSON BLAYDE HAS KICKED OUT! YES! ALL HAIL THE COMMANDER IN CHIEF! THE PRESIDENT! HE’S ONE OF THE ONLY MEN TO HAVE KICKED OUT OF THE KILL SHOT!
James Peters: You’re not wrong. Only a handful have, no one from a diving Kill Shot though. Evelyn is irate on the outside of the ring. And now even Jazmin is up to her feet, pounding on the mat to try and stir Jackson some. Both men are taking their time to return to their feet. Wait a second .. Jazmin has circled the ring closer to Jackson and slid something to him..
Rich Russillo: What are you talking about? I saw nothing.
James Peters: Are you kidding me? Jackson’s clearly reached out and grabbed whatever that was. Brass knucks! He’s slid them onto his hand! How can you not see that?
Rich Russillo: I still don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m getting offended that you would say some blasphemous things about our president.
(Both Jackson and Noah return to their feet. Noah’s unaware that Jackson’s right hand is loaded. Noah, groggy, turns toward Jackson just as he winds up…)
James Peters: Oskar has climbed onto the apron and grabbed Jackson’s hand!
Rich Russillo: GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF THE PRESIDENT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
James Peters: Jackson’s whipped around and Oskar has physically taken the knucks away from Jackson!
Rich Russillo: Jackson isn’t happy. He’s yelling at Oskar, as Oskar drops the apron.
James Peters: Oskar isn’t going to allow Jackson win the championship that way… WAIT A SECOND.. NOAH’S GRABBED JACKSON AS JACKSON WAS TURNED TO FACE OSKAR! OH MY GOD! LOCK, STOCK AND SMOKING BARREL!!!! THE OMEGA DRIVER SPIKES JACKSON’S HEAD RIGHT INTO THE MAT!!! NOAH’S COVERED JACKSON NOW..
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: Noah has done it! He’s defeated Jackson Blayde, successfully defending the World Heavyweight Championship with a sickening Omega Driver that just drove Jackson’s head into the mat.
Rich Russillo: It should have never happened! What was Oskar thinking? Jackson was about to finish the match!
James Peters: Oskar preventing Jackson from stealing a championship win, using an illegal weapon.
(“Don’t Stop” hit the sound system again and Noah rolls off of Jackson. Evelyn has grabbed the World Heavyweight Championship from the time keeper and enters the ring with it, immediately handing it to Noah before helping him up. Noah falls into the corner, clutching his championship against his chest. Blood stains his face as he rests. Noah and Evelyn then turn their attention to Jazmin who’s yelling at Oskar on the outside of the ring. Oskar’s paid her no attention, climbing back up onto the apron and then into the ring. Jackson has begun to pull himself to his feet. He’s a little groggy after he does, but when he spots Oskar he lashes out – pushing the big man.)
Jackson Blayde (Off-Mic): What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You’re here to help me win the championship. You goddamn idiot! This is NOT what I brought you in for! You are to follow MY orders!
(Jackson shoves Oskar again, rearing back to throw a massive slap to his face.)
Rich Russillo: AND THAT IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU BETRAY PRESIDENT BLAYDE! THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON’T FOLLOW YOUR COMMANDERS ORDERS! Jackson does NOT put up with insubordination from his staff members and now Oskar is…
James Peters: Pissed.
Rich Russillo: No. Now, Oskar is going to feel the repercussions of his actions.
James Peters: I don’t think so, Rich. The usually stoic Oskar, has a look of pure rage on his face. Jackson, on the other hand, now looks a little worried. .. Jackson tries to back up, HUGE CHOP! OSKAR JUST CHOPPED THE LIFE OUT OF JACKSON! HE’S GRABBED HIM UP QUICKLY, POSITIONING HIM FOR AND LIFTING HIM UP!
Rich Russillo: :damn: OH MY GOD NO!!!! POWERBOMB! HE JUST POWERBOMBED THE PRESIDENT!
James Peters: Not only did he just powerbomb him.. HE TURNED AND POWERBOMBED HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE FLOOR!! JACKSON BLAYDE IS BASICALLY DEAD!
Rich Russillo: The first lady has ran over to the president, throwing her body over his! Save his life, Jazmin! WE NEED SOMEONE OUT HERE! JACKSON BLAYDE IS A VIP, HE NEEDS A HELICOPTER TO THE NEAREST BLAYDEMERICAN APPROVED HOSPITAL!
(Back inside of the ring, Oskar stands in the center of the ring – eyes on Noah and Evelyn. The two move out of the corner, Noah extending his hand to Oskar … who shakes it!)
James Peters: THEY SHOOK HANDS!
Rich Russillo: THE BETRAYAL!!!! IS THIS WHAT OSKAR WAS PLANNING ON THE ENTIRE TIME!? GODDAMN THAT CAMERON CHURCH!
James Peters: I don’t know about all of that, but for right now – it seems – Noah Reigner has a new ally…)
James Peters: WHAT THE HELL!? A SICKENING CRACK OF A STEEL CHAIR TO HER BACK JUST TOOK EVELYN RIDLEY DOWN!! OSKAR TURNS AROUND.. CRACK!!!! THE CHAIR GETS BLASTED TO HIS SKULL! IT’S IMPACT!
Rich Russillo: IMPACT HAS CAME OUT THROUGH THE CROWD AND HAS JUST TAKEN EVELYN AND OSKAR OUT WITH CHAIR SHOTS! Noah’s climbed off of the ropes and turns to see his House Reigner mates down. Impact has the chair lifted.. SWINGS!!
James Peters: WAIT A SECOND! REX MCALLISTER HAS RUN DOWN TO THE RING AND STOPPED IMPACT FROM SWINGING THE CHAIR! REX TAKES IT FROM HIS HANDS, AND IMPACT LOOKS LIKE HE’S SEEN A GHOST! IMPACT DROPS AND ROLLS OUT OF THE RING JUST BEFORE REX TAKES A SWING WITH THE CHAIR. LOOKS LIKE REX WANTS TO GET SOME OF THAT FRUSTRATION OUT FROM EARLIER!
Rich Russillo: Noah and Rex stand in the ring, staring at one another. Impact has grabbed a microphone and has backpedaled up the ramp, and he’s staring down both Rex and Noah.
Impact: Cut that fucking music. .. Noah, you’re a worthless champion. You do nothing but disgrace that championship. You let a leathery skinned, over-tanned, enhancement talent mother fucker like Jackson Blayde take you to the limit tonight, while a true champion like myself would have dealt with him in MINUTES! You’re pathetic Reigner. You’re entire championship reign has been pitiful, deplorable even. You compete in matches that you always get dummied in, only to sneak away with a win thanks to your slut, or now that big oaf that I put down with a chair. World Champion, you are not. You’re just a lucky little shit that capitalized on an opportunity. You haven’t been dominant. You haven’t even been memorable. Just some skinny shit, holding a title that weighs more than you do. You ruined EightReignz, bitch – and I will make you regret ever lacing up your fucking boots! At Pain for Pride, I’m going to teach you a lesson you were never taught, you silver spoon fed bitch. It’s called RESPECT. You will have some goddamn respect for ME, after I beat it into you. … As for you…
(Impact turns his attention towards his old foe, Rex.)
Impact: You fucking stale ass piece of wonderbread bitch, unable to fucking beat that fruit loop piece of shit Viz, the supposed standard of Voltage headass who couldn’t even keep the fucking show in the hands of Captain Charisma… yeah Rex. That’s you. You want the world to see you fucking choke on the big stage again? Oh I’ve got the power to make that happen. I’ve heard you flap your fuckin’ gums and give us all your story about how you want fucking redemption for being a pussy who couldn’t use a kendo stick last year to keep his championship. Well, that Gawd contract you love to hate on, that single piece of paper that gives me the ability to control whatever the fuck I want? Well guess what? Consider yourself Gawd contracted in to Pain for Pride, Rex. We’re all going to watch you go down quicker than Raven does when you whip your dick out and shake it at her. .. Once I’m finished with the two of you – I will be the UNDISPUTED World Heavyweight Champion, the way it should have been after King of Elite.
(Impact dropped the microphone, leaving Rex and Noah to look at one another – then back up to Impact.)
James Peters: WELP! The World Heavyweight title match for Pain for Pride was just turned into a Triple Threat match! Impact used his GAWD Contract to bring Rex McAllister into the match too. All season long these three have jockeyed for the position of leader of Voltage, so at Pain for Pride will finally have a solid answer as to who the true World Champion is.
Rich Russillo: Impact has beaten Rex McAllister. Noah has beaten Impact. And now the three of them are going to compete in a triple threat match. The Voltage Pain for Pride main event is going to be explosive, and I for one can’t wait to see the three of these men beat the living hell out of each other!
(Impact, Rex, and Noah are all staring at one another inside the ring, and Voltage fades to backstage.)
(The scene reopens inside the lockerroom of Charlie Marr. The bearded beauty is seen sitting in a chair, his head down, while Jordie Ripley stands behind him. She is rubbing his shoulders.)
Jordie Ripley: Are you ready for tonight, babe?
(Charlie cracks his neck, and stands up. Jordie’s hands drop to her sides, and she looks up at Charlie, who’s turned to face her.)
Charlie Marr: Ready to rid the universe of Daryl Kinkade? I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life. I know that I’m the person who carried MarrKade and our tag team to relevance. All the shit that little bitch talked this week is going to have to be backed up inside the hell we are walking into. He’s not capable of doing that, and I’m going to end his life.
Jordie Ripley: And I can’t wait to watch you do it.
(Charlie strokes his beard.)
Charlie Marr: About that. Tonight, I want you to stay back here and watch.
Jordie Ripley: But why?
Charlie Marr: Because for some reason, people seem to think I can’t get the job done myself. I’m proving every mother fucker wrong tonight.
(Jordie sighs, but nods her head. She thinks for a moment, and then smiles. She reaches into the back pocket of the smallest pair of jean shorts ever that she’s wearing and pulls out something that is entirely foreign to Charlie. He gives her a puzzled look.)
Jordie Ripley: This is a microneedle roller. I was going to bring it to ringside and use it as a weapon!
Charlie Marr: What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?
(Jordie pulls the cap off it and holds it up.)
Jordie Ripley: During facials, you use the roller and the needles to gently press into your skin and smooth out your fine lines and wrinkles. But you can just jab it into Daryl’s face and rip his pores open because you’re strong and sexy. He’ll definitely bleed from it.
(Charlie honestly doesn’t know how to reply to that. Jordie slips it into the pocket of Charlie’s camo pants and beams at him.)
Jordie Ripley: You’re going to be great tonight babe. I just know it.
(She stands on her tip-toes, places a kiss on Charlie’s cheek, and the scene inside the lockerroom fades out.)
(Fighting Spirit fades to an in-depth recap of Terminus, Wrath of the Dragon, and Gateway to Glory.)
(Fighting Spirit cuts back to the ringside area after an extended break and Bella is standing by. She is not inside the ring because the ring has been transformed into a barbed wire prison. Much like the first version of this match, the traditional ring ropes have been replaced by barbed wire. There are no turnbuckle pads. Everything has literally been wrapped in barbed wire. The floor padding is gone. Everything has been stripped away and resembles something you’d see in a horror movie. There is no opening left to get into the ring unless you roll through the bottom. Barbed wire covered plywood is in every corner, and weapons of mass destruction are scattered all over the ring.
The fans in the arena are clapping their hands and stomping their feet.
They know that DEATH is coming.
DESTRUCTION is imminent.
Tonight, Charlie Marr or Daryl Kinkade will be RAPED of their pride and ego. :troll: )
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A BARBED WIRE MASSACRE MATCH AND IT’S SCHEDULED FOR…
Bella Braxton: :skip:
Bella Braxton: Well, I was going to say ‘one fall’ but you’re probably right.
(The crowd erupts.)
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
(“Snakeskin” by Example hits the public address system and immediately the chants of ‘death’ turn into an incredible ovation for Daryl Kinkade.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST… FROM NORWICH, ENGLAND… WEIGHING IN AT 200 POUNDS… HE IS NORFOLK’S FINEST… DARYL KINKADE!!!!
(Daryl steps out from behind the guerilla curtains and instead of gear, he is dressed in street clothes. Obviously, this is not going to be a wrestling match. The look on Daryl’s face is intense and he takes a moment to stare straight down at the ring.)
Rich Russillo: I wonder if Daryl Kinkade is having second thoughts about asking for a Barbed Wire Massacre match?
James Peters: Voltage’s version of this match probably makes it the most dangerous in the history of EAW. That twisted fucking bitch Veena Adams created this match specifically for Rex McAllister and Impact back at King of Elite.
Rich Russillo: This fans online have been hashtagging this #BWMII and I’ll never forget the literal bloodbath that the first version was. It’s fair to say that match cost both Rex AND Impact World Championships.
James Peters: That’s why I know Daryl isn’t having second thoughts about selecting this stipulation. He snapped last week at the end of Voltage and fucking signed a contract with Charlie’s own blood.
Rich Russillo: And just so the viewer’s at home know, we did eventually get clean, legal documents signed in ink by both men. So Elite Answers Wrestling will not be held liable for anything that happens in this match. If there’s an actual dea-
(All of a sudden the crowd erupts in a chorus of jeers!)
James Peters: IT’S CHARLIE MARR FROM BEHIND!
Bella Braxton: Welp… I guess I don’t need to finish the introductions.
(Bella casually walks to her chair and sits down.)
Rich Russillo: :damn:
James Peters: HE’S NOT GOING TO WAIT FOR THIS MATCH TO OFFICIALLY BEGIN! DARYL KINKADE HASN’T EVEN MADE IT TO RINGSIDE YET! CHARLIE IS RAINING CLUBBING BLOWS DOWN ON THE BACK OF DARYL KINKADE AND THIS SOLD-OUT CROWD IN THE SEOUL WORLD CUP STADIUM IS GOING TO CRAZY!
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
Rich Russillo: This is similar to how Grand Rampage started between these two! Charlie was the first entrant, and Daryl was the second, and Daryl pulled Charlie out of the ring and began beating him down before the match was official! It doesn’t surprise me at all the see Charlie take advantage of the situation this go around! These two completely hate one another and they held nothing back as they went at one another full throttle this week. Charlie is dragging Daryl down the ramp and he tosses him head first into the steel ring steps!
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
(Charlie pauses for a second to look at hellacious scene in front of him. As he takes in his surroundings, a sadistic smile spreads across his handsome face.)
James Peters: The look in Charlie’s eyes sends chills down my spine, Rich. His intentions tonight are pure evil. You just know he’s going to try and end Daryl’s career here tonight.
Rich Russillo: Fuck that. He’s going to end the man’s life tonight! Charlie walks over to the corner and pulls out one of the barbed wire wrapped plywood pieces. He drags it over to the barricades and sets it up. Back at the steps, Daryl is getting back to his feet and shaking off the effects of the beating Charlie placed on him. He looks up and sees Charlie charging… Charlie looking to strike Daryl with a knee! Norfolk’s Finest ducks! Charlie manages to stop his momentum before he crashes into the steps! Daryl grabs Charlie from behind and drops him to the exposed floor with a neckbreaker!
James Peters: Both men are on the ground and Daryl reaches under the ring!
(Daryl pulls out a baseball bat that has been wrapped in barbed wire.)
Rich Russillo: Daryl is pulling Charlie up by the beard now and he slams the face of his former tag team partner off the hardest part of the ring! Daryl takes the baseball and jabs the end of it into Charlie’s kidney area, causing Charlie to drop to the mat! DARYL WITH THE BASEBALL BAT NOW! HE’S PLACED IT ACROSS CHARLIE’S FOREHEAD!!! THE BARBED WIRE IS DIGGING INTO CHARLIE’S SKIN AND BLOOD IS TRICKLING DOWN HIS FACE NOW!
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
James Peters: DARYL HAS SPILLED FIRST BLOOD IN THIS MATCH AND HE DROPS THE BAT! HE GRABS CHARLIE UP AND HE WHIPS HIM INTO THE BARBED WIRE PLYWOOD! CHARLIE’S BACK SLAMS INTO THOSE UNFORGIVING BARBS, TANGLING HIM UP, AND ALLOWING DARYL TO WALK OVER TO THE TIMEKEEPER’S TABLE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Rich Russillo: DARYL JUST PUNCHED THAT BELL THREE TIMES!
James Peters: So is this match officially underway now?
(The camera cuts to the referee, who’s literally only around to count a pinfall, confirm a submission, or give the time of death, and said referee just shrugs.)
Rich Russillo: Voltage referees are about as WOAT as Kassidy Heart was prior to getting lip fillers.
James Peters: :skip:
Rich Russillo: We’re gunna assume this an official match now! Daryl has the ring bell in his hands and he slams it into Charlie Marr’s face! Daryl grabs Charlie and runs him into the LED ringpost! Charlie stumbles around the ring and attempts to crawl in underneath the barbed wire, but Daryl grabs him and throws him against the barricades! Daryl looks around and grabs a barbed wire wrapped kendo stick from the ring! Daryl raises it up and looks to bring it down on top of Charlie’s head but Charlie gets his arms up!
James Peters: Charlie blocking that shot and he gets his foot up! His foot connects with Daryl’s gut, and Daryl doubles over! Charlie snatches that kendo stick from Daryl and brings it down across Daryl’s back! Daryl drops to his knees and Charlie slams the kendo stick into the top of Daryl’s head! Charlie with another kendo stick shot to the head! AND ANOTHER ONE! CHARLIE IS GOING HAM WITH THE KENDO STICK AND JUST BEATING THE FUCK OUT OF DARYL RIGHT NOW! DARYL IS STARTING TO BLEED AND CHARLIE IS LIKE A SHARK!
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
Rich Russillo: CHARLIE SLAMS THE KENDO STICK OVER HIS OWN KNEE, BREAKING IT IN HALF, AND HE PUTS THE TWO PIECES TOGETHER AND WRAPS THE LOOSE BARBED AROUND THEM TO HOLD THEM TOGETHER! THE JAGGED EDGES OF THAT WOOD, WITH THE BARBED WIRE ON IT MAKES FOR A PRETTY SCARY WEAPON AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL HE’S GOING TO DO!
(Charlie knocks Daryl’s feet out from underneath of him and grabs him by the hair.)
Charlie Marr (Off Mic): You were nothing without me! I fucking made you!
James Peters: CHARLIE JUST STABBED DARYL IN THE HEAD WITH THAT MAKESHIFT WEAPON!
Rich Russillo: We’re gunna call it… DEATH’S DAGGER!
James Peters: :lupe:.
Rich Russillo: CHARLIE IS USING DEATH’S DAGGER TO OPEN UP DARYL’S FOREHEAD AND TURN NORFOLK’S FINEST INTO A BLOOD FAUCET! BLOOD IS STREAMING DOWN DARYL’S FACE AND CHARLIE IS LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY! HE DROPS DEATH’S DAGGER AND TOSSES DARYL INTO THE RING!
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
James Peters: Charlie climbs in after Daryl and reaches into his pocket.
(FYI… Charlie also came to the ring dressed in street clothes because Barbed Wire Massacre… duh.)
Rich Russillo: THE FUCK IS IN HIS HAND?!
James Peters: I think that’s the thing Jordie gave to Charlie before this match began!
(It’s absolutely the microneedle facial roller she slipped to Charlie.)
Rich Russillo: CHARLIE TAKES THAT THING AND STABS DARYL IN THE FACE WITH IT! HE’S DRAGGING IT DOWN DARYL’S FACE AND THOSE TINY LITTLE MICRODERM NEEDLES ARE PIERCING DARYL’S SKIN AND DRAWING BLOOD!
James Peters: CHARLIE TAKES THAT THING AND PLACES IT BETWEEN HIS FINGERS, AND NOW HE’S PUNCHING DARYL IN THE FACE WITH IT! DARYL’S FACE IS A BLOODY MESS RIGHT NOW AND CHARLIE SEEMS TO BE ENJOYING THIS! WHO KNEW A WOMAN’S BEAUTY PRODUCT COULD BE SO DEADLY?!
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
Rich Russillo: THANKFULLY, CHARLIE TOSSES THAT THING AND HE JERKS DARYL UP! HE THROWS DARYL INTO THE CORNER, SENDING THE FORMER NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION CRASHING INTO THE PLYWOOD!
James Peters: THE LOOK ON DARYL’S FACE SAYS IT ALL! CHARLIE CHARGES FORWARD! HE CATCHES DARYL WITH A KNEE TO THE FACE! HE GRABS DARYL BY THE ARM AND RIPS HIM FROM THOSE BARBS AND HE LOOKS TO WHIP HIM ACROSS THE RING INTO ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE BOARDS!
Rich Russillo: DARYL TRIES FOR THE REVERSAL THOUGH! CHARLIE PUTS A STOP TO THAT! HE SLAMS HIS FOREARM INTO DARYL’S FACE AND THROWS HIM ACROSS THE RING! DARYL SOMEHOW PUTS ON THE BRAKES RIGHT BEFORE HE CRASHES INTO THE PLYWOOD, BUT THERE COMES CHARLIE! DARYL WITH A DROP TOE HOLD! CHARLIE CRASHES FACE FIRST INTO THE BARBED WIRE! DARYL GRABS CHARLIE BY THE ANKLE AND HE JERKS HIM OUT OF THOSE BARBS! HE GRABS HIS FORMER BESTIE AND CARELESSLY TOSSES CHARLIE ACROSS THE MIDDLE BARBED WIRE ROPE!
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
James Peters: Oh my gawd…. DARYL GRABBED THE BOTTOM BARBED ROPE AND HE IS BRINGING IT UP OVER CHARLIE’S HEAD. CHARLIE IS TRAPPED BY HIS NECK AND DARYL GETS TO HIS FEET! DARYL RUNS TO THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE RING AND TAKES OFF! DARYL LEAPS IN THE AIR AND LANDS SQUARELY ON CHARLIE’S BACK! HE ROLLS OFF AND GETS UP, STOMPING AWAY ON CHARLIE NOW!
Rich Russillo: He is focusing the majority of his stomps on Charlie Marr’s kidney area, which he slammed a baseball bat into earlier. Daryl finally relents and looks around the ring! He grabs a kendo stick and now he’s whipping Charlie with it! Charlie is taking a lot of punishment right now and he is unable to get himself free! These two men are determined to end one another here tonight.
James Peters: You hate to see it because they both have such bright futures. Their hatred and disdain for one another has just reached the breaking point, though. Something’s got to give for one of them, and right now Daryl Kinkade is the one firmly in control of this match.
Rich Russillo: Daryl finally breaks the kendo stick over the back of Charlie Marr and he throws it down. Daryl carefully slipping out of the ring now and he is taunting Charlie.
Daryl Kinkade (Off Mic): So you’re better than me?
(Daryl slams his fist into Charlie’s face!)
Daryl Kinkade (Off Mic): You fucking carried me??
(Daryl slams his fist into Charlie’s face a second time!)
Daryl Kinkade (Off Mic): YOU’VE NEVER BEATEN ME!
James Peters: DARYL IS WAILING AWAY ON CHARLIE! CHARLIE IS TRYING TO DEFEND HIMSELF BUT HE’S IN SUCH A PRECARIOUS POSITION THAT I’M AFRAID THERE’S NOT MUCH HE CAN DO! HE IS COMPLETELY AT THE MERCY OF DARYL KINKADE AND DARYL SEEMS TO BE ENJOYING THIS!
Rich Russillo: CHARLIE IS USING HIS RIGHT HAND TO TRY AND GRAB DARYL THOUGH! HE LATCHES ON TO THE FRONT OF DARYL’S SHIRT AND PULLS HIM FORWARD! DARYL’S FACE COLLIDES WITH THE BARBED WIRE AND HE STUMBLES BACK! CHARLIE IS DESPERATELY CLAWING AT THE BARBED WIRE AND ATTEMPTING TO UNWRAP IT FROM AROUND HIS NECK BUT DARYL HAS REGAINED HIS FOOTING!!!
James Peters: BUT CHARLIE HAS GOTTEN HIMSELF FREE!
Rich Russillo: DARYLE DIVES INTO THE RING RIGHT AS CHARLIE ROLLS OUT AND HITS THE FLOOR! DARYL WIPES THE BLOOD FROM HIS EYES AND SEES CHARLIE COUGHING AND TRYING TO REGAIN HIS COMPOSURE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!
James Peters: DARYL BACKS UP AND TAKES OFF RUNNING!!!!
Rich Russillo: TOPE CON HILO!!!!
James Peters: :damn: CHARLIE WITH DEATH’S DAGGER AGAIN AND HE STABS DARYL!!! HE JUST STABBED DARYL WHILE DARYL WAS IN THE AIR AND DARYL CRUMBLES TO THE GROUND! CHARLIE IS CONTINUING TO STAB DARYL NOW! HE IS OPENING UP SEVERAL GASHES ON DARYL’S RIBCAGE AND BACK! DARYL IS TRYING TO CRAWL AWAY BUT CHARLIE HAS GOTTEN BACK TO HIS FEET! HE SLAMS HIS FOOT INTO DARYL’S RIBS AND BEGINS KICKING HIM!
Rich Russillo: THIS IS PURE ASSAULT RIGHT NOW! CHARLIE IS TAKING DARYL TO TASK RIGHT NOW AND SHOWING HIM WHO’S REALLY DADDY!
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
James Peters: Charlie grabs Daryl and throws him towards the ring! Daryl is crawling towards the ring steps, and Charlie is stalking him, looking like a blood soaked serial killer. Charlie clenches Death’s Dagger in his hand and raises it above his head! Daryl turns around right as Charlie goes to stab him again and Daryl gets his foot up! He manages to kick that thing away from Charlie and it goes flying into the crowd!
Rich Russillo: That shit’s gunna be on eBay. Bet.
James Peters: Charlie grabs Daryl, but Daryl kicks him back! Daryl forces himself back up to a vertical base and lunges for Charlie! Charlie grabs Daryl and they’re…
Rich Russillo: … they’re locking up??
James Peters: … that’s an extremely traditional collar and elbow tie up and I am truly confused.
Rich Russillo: Please tell me they’re not jostling back and forth for position right now?!
James Peters: Charlie Marr and Daryl Kinkade are jostling back and forth for position here on the outside of the ring. Charlie lunges for Daryl’s leg, which gives Norfolk’s finest an chance to grab his former partner into a goddamn front facelock and wrestle him to the ground. I don’t know what the fuck they’re doing but Charlie slips out of this shit and gets himself a sitting position.
Rich Russillo: But Daryl, who was literally just stabbed repeatedly with a broken kendo stick we affectionately named ‘Death’s Dagger’, is behind Charlie now. He locks his arms around Charlie’s waist because why not have a fucking waistlock in the middle of a goddamn Barbed Wire Massacre match.
James Peters: He attempts to deadlift Charlie up, going for what I was going to be a German suplex, but seriously what the fuck? But Charlie catches him with an elbow to the side of the face and both men return to their feet. Charlie catches Daryl by the arm a-
Rich Russillo: And that’s a fucking wristlock. He is bending Daryl’s wrist back, and causing Daryl a lot of discomfort now.
James Peters: I mean how painful can that be after he was just stabbed about a dozen times?
Rich Russillo: Charlie forces Daryl’s arm behind his back and immediately Daryl is able to counter. :skip:
James Peters: I’m not really sure what to make of this … wrestling… we are seeing. But I do know that Daryl has Charlie in a side headlock and he brings him down to the ground. Daryl goes to grab Charlie from behind again, but immediately main event Marr is able to counter.
Rich Russillo: This is an absolute disgrace. No one paid to see fucking mat wrestling in the middle of professional wrestling Hell.
James Peters: Charlie goes for Daryl’s leg, but Daryl wraps his arm around the back of Charlie’s neck! Both men are on the ground and Daryl has Charlie in a sitting front face lock for fuck’s sake. But Charlie is back on his knees, and he grabs Daryl’s arm! He unwraps it from around his neck and slams it down into the concrete! Charlie looks for a goddamn armbar now, and this is getting out of hand! This is ridiculous. I have never in my life seen such pure, traditional wrestling. This is disgusting and I won’t stand for it.
Rich Russillo: They need to stop this shit right now. This is about death and destruction not about who can do the best fucking impression of Rex McAllister.
James Peters: Daryl is able to get his legs up and wrap Charlie in a headscissors, but Charlie flips over backwards and gets back to his feet! He drops his fist down into Daryl’s face and now he’s on top of him hammering away with those punches.
Rich Russillo: Daryl is able to throw Charlie off and now he’s on top! Daryl is punching away at Charlie now!
James Peters: I guess this is better than that catch-as-catch-can wrestling bullshit they were doing few minutes ago.
Rich Russillo: Charlie wraps his hands around Daryl’s throat and both men make their way back up to their feet! Daryl is able to shove Charlie off and that stops everything for the time being! The former Unified Tag Team Champions and co-National Elite Champions are just staring at one another now! Both of them are covered in blood, having been put through the ringer by one another so far in this match.
James Peter: There is so much emotion on both of their faces right now and honestly, I’m shook. The last thing any of us ever wanted was for MarrKade to break up. They were brothers. They were fucking family.
Rich Russillo: They were my favorite thing on Voltage, along with their father Rex McAllister, and I’m afraid that after this war tonight none of us can ever go back!
James Peters: Charlie and Daryl certainly can’t go back because there’s just too much standing in their way now. They fucking hate each other and you can see it! You can feel it! This entire crowd has fallen silent because with everything these two men have thrown at one another so far, they are both still standing. They are both still breathing. Neither one of them are willing to go down and stay down.
(The MarrKade staredown continues for a few more seconds.)
Rich Russillo: Charlie Marr just threw the first punch and he catches Daryl in the jaw! Daryl fires back with a right hand! Charlie throws another right! Daryl does the same! Both start throwing hands, James, and it’s finally Charlie who drives his knee into Daryl’s gut! He grabs Daryl and he throws him into the ring! Charlie slips in behind Daryl and he pulls him up! Charlie whips Daryl into the ropes and all that does is tangle up Daryl! Charlie grabs one of two remaining plywood pieces and he throws it down in the middle of the ring! Daryl has freed himself and he swings at Charlie with a clothesline! Charlie ducks! Charlie grabs Daryl! He turns him around! HEADMASTER RITUAL ONTO THE BARBED WIRE!!!!
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
James Peters: HE JUST PLANTED DARYL WITH THAT SPINEBUSTER AND NOW CHARLIE IS GRABBING THE LAST BOARD! HE LAYS IT ON TOP OF DARYL! CHARLIE GRABS THE END OF IT AND STARTS SLAMMING IT DOWN ON DARYL! DARYL IS SANDWICHED BETWEEN THE BARBED WIRE ENDS OF THE PLYWOOD AND CHARLIE IS SHOWING ABSOLUTELY NO MERCY RIGHT NOW!!!!
Rich Russillo: CHARLIE JERKS THE BOARD UP AND GRABS DARYL OFF THE OTHER ONE! HE LIFTS HIM UP AND BRINGS HIM DOWN ON THE SECOND BOARD WITH A SNAP SUPLEX! CHARLIE GETS BACK TO HIS KNEES AND HE BEGINS RIPPING AT THAT BARBED WIRE, FREEING IT FROM THE PLYWOOD! CHARLIE HAS A STRAND OF IT IN HIS HANDS AND HE’S WRAPPING IT AROUND THE FACE OF DARYL KINKADE! CHARLIE IS NOW HAMMERING AWAY AT THE BARBED WIRE MAKING SURE THOSE BARBS ARE EMBEDDED INTO DARYL’S SKIN!
James Peters: CHARLIE DRAGS DARYL OVER TO THE ROPES, LIFTS HIM UP, AND DRAPES HIM BACK FIRST ACROSS THE TOP! CHARLIE WITH HAMMER FISTS TO DARYL’S CHEST NOW! HE GRABS DARYL BY THE HAIR! WRAPS HIM UP! CHARLIE PLANTS DARYL INTO THE MAT WITH A DDT!
Rich Russillo: Have you noticed that no one has even tried to make a cover in this match yet or get someone in position to go for a cover?
James Peters: Honestly, I don’t think either man cares about winning. I think tonight is about proving a point and hurting the other person to the point where their career can no longer continue.
Rich Russillo: Charlie goes to the outside of the ring and reaches underneath of it!
(The crowd gasps as Charlie pulls out a huge piece of board with hundreds of nails protruding from it. There is no smile on Charlie’s face. There is no joy in his eyes. This is a means to an end for him. Charlie slides that thing into the ring and crawls back under the ropes.)
James Peters: Charlie Marr props that board up in the corner and he turns his attention back to Daryl. He jerks Daryl up by his now crimson colored hair and punches him in the face a couple of times. Daryl still has that barbed wire around his face and head, and Charlie digs his knuckles into those open wounds to further aggravated them. Charlie takes a deep breath and looks towards the nail board, and he drags Daryl over to it. He grabs Daryl by the hair and starts yelling in his face.
Charlie Marr (Off Mic): IT NEVER HAD TO GET THIS FAR BUT BECAUSE IT DID AND BECAUSE OF YOUR INCOMPETENCE, IT HAS TO END! I’M ENDING IT!
Rich Russillo: CHARLIE TAKES DARYL AND RAKES HIS FACE ACROSS THE SHARP ENDS OF THOSE NAILS. 😐
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
James Peters: Dear Gawd. Daryl Kinkade is loosing a lot of blood right now and I don’t think Charlie Marr is done. Charlie takes Daryl and he throws him chest first into the nail board! I think Daryl’s whole body just went into shock. Charlie grabs Daryl and pulls him forward! He headbutts Daryl which drives that barbed wire into his own skin, but more importantly it sent Daryl stumbling back into the nail board! Daryl slides down the board, and his shirt is in tatters now and his back is cut up! Charlie grabs Daryl up and sends him back into the board for a third time with another headbutt!
Rich Russillo: Daryl hits the ground again and Charlie begins stomping away at his face and head now! Daryl is in a lot of trouble right now and Charlie is once again pulling Daryl back up to his feet. He nails Daryl with an uppercut, and follows that up with a series of rights and lefts. He grabs Daryl and attempts to throw him into the ropes, but out of sheer desperation, Daryl rakes Charlie across the face!
James Peters: It’s about survival at this point, Rich, and Daryl is trying to survive right now! Charlie is temporarily subdued, and Daryl summons all his energy! Step up enziguri! DARYL FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A V-TRIGGER! HE GRABS CHARLIE! HE THROWS HIM ACROSS THE MIDDLE ROPE! DARYL QUICKLY GRABS THE NAIL BOARD AND HE LAYS IT ACROSS CHARLIE’S BACK! DARYL WITH HIS SECOND, THIRD, FOURTH, WHO FUCKIN KNOWS WIND, AND HE TAKES OFF RUNNING! DARYL LEAPS IN THE AIR! RUNNING SENTON ONTO THE BOARD! ALL THOSE NAILS JUST GOT DRIVEN INTO CHARLIE’S BACK!
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
Rich Russillo: DARYL IS NOW TEARING AT THAT BARBED THAT HAS BEEN STUCK TO HIS FACE FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG!!! DARYL GRABS CHARLIE AND GETS HIM INTO A SITTING POSITION AND HE’S GRABBING CHARLIE BY THE JAW!
Daryl Kinkade (Off Mic): I carried you for a fucking year. I had to listen to you talk so much garbage and paint the targets on our back brighter and brighter. I got sick of cleaning up the messes that your verbal diarrhea created for us.
James Peters: DARYL BALLS UP THAT BARBED WIRE AND HE SHOVES IT INTO CHARLIE’S MOUTH! DARYL BACKS UP JUST A BIT…
Rich Russillo :damn:
James Peters: :damn: SUPERKICK! DARYL JUST SUPERKICKED CHARLIE IN THE MOUTH! MAIN EVENT MARR IS CHOKING AND EVEN THE REFEREE IS DOWN THERE NOW! CHARLIE IS SCREAMING IN AGONY AND RIPPING THAT BARBED WIRE FROM HIS MOUTH! HE IS CHOKING ON HIS OWN BLOOD RIGHT NOW BUT DARYL IS NOT ABOUT TO LET UP NOW! DARYL GRABS CHARLIE UP… HE’S GOING FOR THE PUMPHANDLE PILEDRIVER!
Rich Russillo: FROM NORFOLK, WITH LOVE CONNECTS! DARYL KINKADE WITH THE FIRST COVER OF THE MATCH!!!!
James Peters: CHARLIE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Rich Russillo: DARYL SLOWLY GETS TO HIS FEET AND SNATCHES CHARLIE UP BY THE BEARD!!! HE THROWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE, AND CHARLIE HITS THE FLOOR! DARYL SLIPS OUT AFTER HIM AND WALKS AROUND THE RING! HE LOOKS UNDERNEATH OF IT AND PULLS OUT ANOTHER BOARD EMBEDDED WITH NAILS! DARYL IS LAYING THAT THING OUT FLAT!!!!
James Peters: Charlie is at the barricades and using them to pull himself up! He looks horrible right now, and I’m not sure what else he can take from Daryl. Charlie is still spitting up blood, and Daryl is heading over to him! Daryl grabs Charlie by the neck, but Charlie fights back with a series of elbows to the gut! Daryl has to back off momentarily, and that allows Charlie to fully regain his footing! He hits Daryl with a big boot and Daryl slams into the barricades! Charlie screams at one of the fans to give him a chair and literally no one is going to tell him no right now! That timid fans hands Charlie their chair and Charlie takes it, CRACKING DARYL UPSIDE THE SKULL WITH IT!!!!
Rich Russillo: Charlie drops the chair and takes a breather, before he jerks Daryl up! He drags him over to that nail board and hauls Daryl up! Charlie is holding Daryl up in the air and letting whatever blood Daryl has left in his body rush to his head!
James Peters: CHARLIE JUST DROPPED DARYL STOMACH FIRST INTO THE BED OF NAILS!!! DARYL’S SCREAMS JUST ECHOED THROUGH THE SEOUL WORLD CUP STADIUM!
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
(Charlie takes a minute to look around the arena, and truly take in the moment. The sun had set hours ago, but the ring area was bathe in light. The two Voltage warriors that had been waging war on one another for the last however long were the finale for all the fans in attendance. For the last three days, EAW had put on three incredible shows, bringing EAW Week to the forefront of all professional sports media outlets. This match… this fucking showcase that was Charlie Marr versus Daryl Kinkade… was the headlining match of the entire 4-day event.)
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
(Even though it never needed to come to this for the two of them, they were getting the spotlight and the time to shine that they both deserved. For as cold and as callous as Charlie Marr was, he knew what this match meant.)
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
(For the man lying on a bed of nails, the perennial underdog with fighting spirit like no other, this match was everything. In his mind, Daryl Kinkade had a lot to prove. He took comments to heart, and spoke his words every single week with passion and conviction. They weren’t always the strongest, or the most self-assured, and in a world full of arrogance, Daryl’s raw vulnerability made him a stand out. It made him relatable. It made him a hero to people who constantly struggled with their self-esteem, because no matter what, Daryl pushed through. He found a way. He kept himself going even when no one else believed he could.)
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
(Charlie turns around and looks down at Daryl. Daryl was struggling to get himself off the nail board. A somber expression briefly crosses Charlie’s face.)
Rich Russillo: Charlie just snatched Daryl off the board and throws him back towards the ring. Daryl slams into the apron and slumps down to his knees. Charlie is grabbing that nail board…
James Peters: CHARLIE CHARGES TOWARDS DARYL AND LOOKS TO SANDWICH HIM BETWEEN THE NAILS AND THE RING!
Rich Russillo: DARYL MOVES! THE BOARD COLLIDES WITH BARBED WIRE ROPES AND CHARLIE LOSES HIS GRIP ON IT! CHARLIE SEES DARYL MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING STEPS AND TAKES OFF AFTER HIM! DARYL JUMPS ON THE RING STEPS AND NAILS CHARLIE IN THE FACE WITH A KICK! HE CATCHES HIM WITH A SECOND KICK! AND NOW A THIRD! DARYL GOES FOR A FOURTH KICK BUT CHARLIE CATCHES HIS FOOT AND JERKS HIM OFF THE RING STEPS!
James Peters: THE BACK OF DARYL’S HEAD HITS THE STEPS!
Rich Russillo: CHARLIE PULLS DARYL UP AND THROWS HIM BACK INSIDE THE RING! DARYL ROLLS TO THE CENTER OF THE RING BUT HE IS CLUTCHING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!
James Peters: It wouldn’t shock me if that busted him open or at the very least gave him a concussion. That sound his skull made when it connected with the steel was sick, and from the way this match has gone, for that to be what made my stomach knot up? You know it was bad.
Rich Russillo: Charlie has the board of nails now and he’s bringing it to the center of the ring! He’s grabbing Daryl and I think he plans to spike Daryl and finally end this barbaric match.
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
James Peters: DARYL IS FIGHTING BACK! HOW DOES HE HAVE ANYTHING LEFT??? HE IS FIGHTING BACK AGAINST CHARLIE WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS INSIDE OF HIM! DARYL IS THROWING HANDS! KICKS! WHATEVER HE HAS LEFT! CHARLIE IS FIGHTING BACK, BUT DARYL DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO CHARLIE’S GROIN AND THAT CAUSES MAIN EVENT MARR TO CRUMBLE TO THE GROUND! DARYL FORCES HIMSELF UP AND HE SLAMS HIS KNEE INTO CHARLIE’S FACE! HE’S GRABBING CHARLIE BY THE HEAD NOW AND HE IS JUST FORCING HIM TO EAT KNEE STRIKE AFTER KNEE STRIKE! DARYL PULLS CHARLIE UP INTO A SUPLEX POSITION! HE SUPLEXES HIM RIGHT DOWN ON THE BED OF NAILS!!!!
Rich Russillo: DARYL IS STOMPING AWAY ON CHARLIE! HE IS LITERALLY DRIVING CHARLIE FURTHER AND FURTHER DOWN ONTO THOSE NAILS! DARYL STOPS DOING THAT AND GRABS ONE OF THOSE BARBED WIRE WRAPPED PLYWOOD BOARDS! HE PLACES IT ON TOP OF CHARLIE MARR! DARYL STARTS STOMPING AWAY! THIS IS TORTURE PORN AT IT’S FINEST AND I BET THERE IS SOME FUCKING SADIST THAT IS WHIPPING OUT HIS JERGENS RIGHT NOW AND JERKING OFF TO THE FACT THESE TWO MEN HAVE KILLED EACH OTHER TONIGHT!
James Peters: THE MORBID THE MERRIER!
Rich Russillo: DARYL KICKS THE BARBED WIRE BOARD OFF CHARLIE AND LOOKS DOWN AT HIS FALLEN FORMER FRIEND. PURE EMOTION IS WRITTEN ALL OVER DARYL’S FACE AND HE SEES THAT CHARLIE IS BARELY ALIVE. DARYL LOOKS AROUND AND WITH THE SIXTY-SIX THOUSAND PLUS PEOPLE IN THIS STADIUM CHEERING HIM ON, DARYL KINKADE HEADS OVER TO THE TURNBUCKLES!
James Peters: Daryl has to be careful as he climbs because everything is wrapped in this stupid ass barbed wire. There are no real ropes. One misstep could cost him everything.
Rich Russillo: I don’t even know why he’s doing this. He doesn’t need to go up top. Charlie Marr is out of it and all Daryl needs to do is just hit the Beautiful Lie and call it a day.
James Peters: Would a Fisherman’s Buster be enough though? After everything that these two have meant to one another, have done to one another, and what they’ve gone through… do you honestly think that’s how Daryl Kinkade wants to end this match? Not a fucking chance! Daryl wants to send a message to every single person who’s told him can’t get the job done, despite the fact he’s never lost to Charlie. He wants to show everyone that his win against Rex wasn’t a fluke. This is Daryl Kinkade’s moment to silence every critic.
Crowd: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
(Daryl Kinkade takes a deep breath as he steadies himself on the top turnbuckle. His eyes never leave Charlie as the gravity of the situation hits him. All of a sudden, he turns himself around.)
Rich Russillo: DARYL LEAPS OFF THE TOP OF TURNBUCKLE AND FLIES THROUGH THE AIR!
James Peters: MOONSAULT!!!!
Rich Russillo: CHARLIE MARR MOVED!!!!
(Daryl crashes stomach first into the bed of nails!!!)
James Peters: I… don’t know what to say…
(Daryl Kinkade doesn’t move. Perhaps the shock of crashing into a bed of nails has a lot to do with that. He manages to roll himself off and sprawls out on the mat, flat on his back. The fresh puncture wounds are oozing with blood. Charlie Marr, who is only a few feet away from Daryl doesn’t look much better. The referee is checking on both men, and looks panicked over what to do.)
Rich Russillo: I think this match might actually end with this referee announcing someone’s time of death…
(The referee doesn’t know what else to do at this point so he starts a ten count.)
James Peters: I mean this guy can count to a hundred. Neither one is gunna move at this point.
Rich Russillo: They’ve done to much to each other tonight. This dude just needs to call the match so these guys can both get taken to the hospital.
James Peters: These people aren’t even chanting anymore.
Rich Russillo: Because they got what they wanted. Death.
(All of a sudden, the referee stops!)
James Peters: ….
Rich Russillo: ….
(Charlie Marr has stretched out and thrown his arm over the left shoulder of Daryl Kinkade.)
James Peters: THIS IS EXACTLY HOW CHARLIE MARR PINNED POP BACK AT CROSSFIRE!
Rich Russillo: AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND HE MANAGED TO LEAP UP AND THROW HIS ARM OVER POP’S LEFT SHOULDER TO WIN THE MATCH WITH DARYL!!
James Peters: HE JUST DID IT AGAIN! AT THE LAST POSSIBLE FUCKING SECOND CHARLIE FOUND LIFE!!!!
Rich Russillo: :lupe:!!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN HERE IS YOU WINNER… CHARLIE MARR!!!!
(“It Ain’t Safe” by Skepta begins to blast across the PA system, but Charlie is unable to move. The few inches he had to stretch to get his arm over Daryl’s shoulder have taken everything out of him. The referee bends down to raise his hand, and then immediately calls for medical personnel. Jordie Ripley has also ran from the back, and she has thrown herself at Charlie’s side.)
James Peters: Ladies and gentlemen, I honestly don’t know what to say about that match.
Rich Russillo: It wasn’t a match. It was something indescribable that needed to happen for two men to move forward.
James Peters: But at what cost, Rich? This match never needed to be this and everyone fucking knows that. I don’t care if they both wanted it. Neither of them will ever be the same again. Two men who were destined to be world champions next season are about to be stretchered out of this stadium and who knows what kind of injuries they have?
(EAW officials are using bolt cutters to cut down the barbed wire ropes so Daryl and Charlie can be stretchered out.)
Rich Russillo: What’s sad is this is only the beginning. This is the beginning of the Veena Adams era of Voltage thanks Lethal Consequences. Who fucking knows how badly injured Matt is, and if he’s not able to make Voltage next week, that power hungry brat is going to run rampant.
James Peters: We’re going to have more scenes like this, that’s for sure. These fucking fans spent this entire match chanting the word ‘death’ and I hope they’re happy. Two bright lights were snuffed out tonight.
Rich Russillo: Voltage was stolen from the good guys.
James Peters: But hey… it’s Pain for Pride.
Rich Russillo: Yeah, there’s that I guess.
(Charlie and Daryl are seen being attended to by paramedics who have finally be able to get into the ring along with their stretchers. It’s a grisly scene to end Fighting Spirit on.)
(EAW Logo Buzzes.)