(EAW intro plays.)
(The camera cuts to the backstage area to see a long, stretch limousine has arrived to the Indira Gandhi Indoor Stadium. Now it’s safe to assume that this type of machine doesn’t typically drive around here, so we immediately know it’s someone of wealth and taste. The camera pans around, seeing the former occupant of this limo and the wealth part was correct. Taste is opinionated, and if you were to ask him, he has impeccable taste. That person is Jackson Blayde, the former National Elite champion. And with him, as always, is Jazmin Garcia. Jackson is dressed in the finest suit money could buy, and Jazmin looks ravishing in a tight, form fitted dress. The two are deep in conversation as they walk deeper into the arena.)
Jackson Blayde: Jazmin, I get what you’re saying – but a loss is a loss, and as a proud Blaydemerican – losses are not tolerated. Losing is unacceptable, especially when it comes at the hands of Ripped Jackoff. I was humiliated and embarrassed, Jazmin – thank god everyone in Australia is a mental midget and they will likely forget it all happened once they see a fat ass kangaroo jumping around, or whatever.
Jazmin Garcia: Losing isn’t the end of the world, Jackson..
Jackson Blayde: You’re fucking right it is! A loss makes Blaydemerica look weak, Jazmin. And weak is something that Blaydemerica is NOT. We’re the strongest Nation to ever form, so a loss is as close to the end of the world as I want to be. Blaydemerica is a POWERHOUSE and we need to be treated as such. .. So, while we’re on the subject; have you have the chance to look into the business I asked you to?
Jazmin Garcia: You mean, Oskar Wagner? Yes, I did. The German-grappler is proficient powerhouse, as you know. He relies on his heavy strikes, and surprisingly is very agile. All of this you know, though..
Jackson Blayde: Yes, I’ve faced him remember?
Jazmin Garcia: Okay, so what do you want to know?
Jackson Blayde: Affiliations, alliances – that sort of thing. I liked what he did to Back Pimpley a few weeks ago, so I want to offer him citizenship to Blaydemerica so he can bring the National Elite championship back to Blaydemerica where it belongs.
Jazmin Garcia: So he can do it? Why aren’t you going to bring it back home? You can just do it yourself and not have to rely on someone else..
Jackson Blayde: Because, my dear, I have something else in mind for myself. Just know, if everything goes the way I envision it? Blaydemerica will be the strongest nation in the history of the world.
(Jackson smirked confidently and Jazmin just eyed him up. He took her hand in his, and continued the walk into the arena.)
(The show immediately cuts to a highlight video featuring all the Voltage kings who competed at Grand Rampage. “Middle Child” by J. Cole begins to play.)
● The Wildcards defeated The Jaded Hearts and The Revolution to become the NEW Unified Tag Team Champions. The back and forth match between all three teams highlights The Wildcards and their ability to overcome their inexperience as a team to win the championships in Myles’ home country.
● SOSA Henderson deafed The Visual Prophet to become the NEW New Breed Champion. Highlights of the match include Viz’s special entrance, all the brutality, fuckery, and interference, and Viz’s missed ‘Bow To The Heart’ from the top of the cage that allowed SOSA to slip out and become the new champion.
● Noah Reigner’s and Lethal Consequences’ match is recapped in great detail. LC’s desire to win his first champion in years, coupled with Noah’s ability to never stay down despite what was thrown at him truly made this World Heavyweight Championship match one for the ages. Impact’s return, his Killshot to Noah, and LC’s complete shock at his former tag team partner’s actions are shown. This portion of the video is finished up with Impact announcing a match for Pain for Pride featuring himself going up against Noah.
● Jack Ripley defeated Jackson Blayde to become the NEW National Elite Champion. The President of the United States of Blaydemerica fought hard to retain his championship, but in the end it was Ripley who seized the moment and secured his second singles championship of the season.
● Finally, the men’s Grand Rampage is showcased, and a montage of every Voltage star that competed in the match is shown. The video in particular showcases the ongoing drama of MarrKade, The Woogieman taking down Rex McAllister, Jamie O’Hara, and Xavier Williams, Charlie Marr’s record number of eliminations (including the dramatic and heartbreaking 11th one that came at Daryl’s expense), and of course Rex’s overall performance. In the end it would be Dynasty’s Jamie O’Hara who would emerge victorious, eliminating Rex to stamp his ticket to Pain for Pride.
(The video fades out and the cameras cut to the audience. The sold-out crowd inside the Indira Gandhi Indoor Stadium are on their feet going crazy! It’s night four of EAW’s four-night stay in New Delhi, and the energy level definitely hasn’t dropped. The New Delhi crowd are just as stoked for Voltage as they were for Empire, Dynasty, and Showdown. “33rd Blakk Glass” by Sosmula & Zillakami is blasting through the arena’s sound system now. Gold pyro explodes once the song comes to an end. James Peters and Rich Russillo are at the broadcast booth as usual.)
James Peters: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WELCOME TO SUNDAY NIGHT VOLTAGE!
Rich Russillo: WE ARE OFFICIALLY ON THE ROAD TO PAIN FOR PRIDE AND I DON’T THINK I’VE COME DOWN FROM MY GRAND RAMPAGE HIGH YET!
James Peters: Grand Rampage was truly a historic night for the men and women of Elite Answers Wrestling! The Voltage brand itself had an incredible showing at the event. As you all know by now, Noah Reigner is STILL the World Heavyweight Champion, but that is not without some controversy!
Rich Russillo: Lethal Consequences and Noah Reigner battled each other in an epic match. No matter what LC threw at Noah, the champion refused to stay down. It all came to a head when LC finally got Noah in position for ‘Go To Japan’ b-
James Peters (interrupting): BUT IMPACT MADE HIS RETURN AND HE LAID NOAH OUT WITH THE KILLSHOT! That completely killed the match for Lethal Consequences and ruined any chance he had at winning his first championship in years!
Rich Russillo: To further complicate the matter, Impact waved the Gawd Contract in our faces once again and made himself a match against Noah for the World Heavyweight Championship at Pain for Pride.
James Peters: #9Reignz… it’s going to become a thing, I just know it.
Rich Russillo: In the Grand Rampage match itself, Rex McAllister came ever so close to playing spoiler. Along with Jamie O’Hara, Rex outlasted 28 other men, and the match at the end between those two titans is something I will never forget. They both gave it their all, and I can honestly say that both of them deserved to win that match.
James Peters: But at the end of the day, it was Rex who came up short, and it will be Jamie going to Pain for Pride to compete for a world championship of his choosing.
Rich Russillo: I just want to say that Voltage was so well represented in the Grand Rampage match itself. Our dysfunctional MarrKade angels managed to make the final five, after both entered the match at one and two respectively. It was such a fierce war between the two of them, and during the entire match itself we all got a reminder of why Charlie Marr and Daryl Kinkade were such a force to be reckoned with in the tag team division. After a bloody brawl before the match even started, MarrKade SOMEHOW managed to work together throughout the majority of the match. It was absolutely incredible to see.
James Peters: Until Charlie broke the hearts of everyone and turned on Daryl…. Again.
Rich Russillo: :wow: Their relationship is so beautifully toxic, and I’m not even going to fuck around. I want them to work it out.
James Peters: :usure: I think the entire world wants to see Daryl finally end Charlie.
Rich Russillo: They just don’t appreciate a good love story.
James Peters: The only thing I’m going to say in regards to that is congratulations to Charlie. At Grand Rampage, and even though his actions towards Daryl were heinous, he broke the record for most eliminations ever in the match with eleven.
Rich Russillo: I fucking cried when he threw out Daryl.
James Peters: Stop. It still hurts.
Rich Russillo: No, I’ll tell you what fucking hurts. Jack Ripley robbed our goddamn President of his National Elite Championship. Now that shit hurts. I have never been so angry over a match result in my life, and I hope and pray to whatever Gawd is truly out there that President Blayde is able to regroup from this miscarriage of justice and make Ripley pay.
James Peters: Jack won that match fair and square, and is now a two-time singles champion. I wasn’t sure what this man was going to bring to Voltage, but after coming up short at the King of Elite finals, he has been on a tear. He hasn’t let the personal drama with his family deter him from his dreams of being one of the best wrestlers in all of EAW.
Rich Russillo: Gag me.
James Peters: Two more titles changed hands at Grand Rampage as well. Voltage lost the New Breed Championship as The Visual Prophet finally got his long awaited comeuppance. SOSA Henderson from Showdown was able to slay the Sovereign and emerge as the New Breed Majesty.
Rich Russillo: He had help from Serena Bennett, though!
James Peters: Did he really? Because the way I see it, Serena was just evening the odds. Veena Adams once again tried to insert herself into the match and paid the ultimate price for that.
Rich Russillo: I’ll be curious to see how Viz regroups after losing the championship.
James Peters: But speaking of championships! While Voltage did in fact lose the New Breed Championship, it gained the Unified Tag Team Championships! The unlikely team of Xander Payne and Myles walked into MCG last Saturday and dethroned the reigning Tag Team of the Year, the Jaded Hearts, as well as The Revolution. I know that both Rich and myself are excited to see what The Wildcards do as champions, and the sky is truly the limit for them!
(Before anything else is said, Rich and James are interrupted by the theme music of The Legion. “In my mind” by dynoro and Gigi d’agostino begins to play and you can hear the two announcers cringe as the camera cuts to the entrance. Finn Edwards and Kyie Daniels walk onto the stage, and the crowd does not greet them kindly.)
Rich Russillo: :noah: What are these two out here for?
James Peters: Probably to talk some shit about The Wildcards, I’m sure.
Rich Russillo: They have got to be pissed over the fact Xander and Myles have those championships. The Legion have made it known that they want to be the face of the tag team division!
James Peters: Well two Voltage Elitists are the new faces of the tag team division, and it damn sure isn’t The Legion!
(Finn and Kyie both seem to be enjoying the negative reaction they’re getting from the crowd. They slip inside the ring, and the camera cuts back to Rich and James.)
Rich Russillo: We’re going to have to slip away for a quick commercial break.
James Peters: I’m being told in my headset that when we come back, The Legion will be in action against a local team.
Rich Russillo: Great.
James Peters: We’ll be right back!
(Commercial break for the brand new 2019 Jeep Grand Cherokee featuring The Visual Prophet and Nina. Customer color it in purple!)
(Voltage returns from break, and cuts to the ringside area. Standing across from Finn and Kyie are two local talents, and the referee is signaling for the bell.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Rich Russillo: Welcome back! The bell just rang for this match to begin and I’m being told that the two men inside the ring are from right here in New Delhi. Rajeem and Raheem are two brothers who have been in this business for less than a year but have already competed in Japan, the United Kingdom, and in Germany. They’re highly regarded as future tag team champions and Rajeem especially is being looked at as a future singles champion.
James Peters: I’ll be curious to see what they bring to the table against The Legion tonight.
Rich Russillo: Finn and Raheem are the two starting us off tonight. They lock up and jostle back and forth for position. Finn does have the size advantage and he easily powers Raheem into the corner! Finn using his knee to strike Raheem in the gut and now he’s stomping away on him. Raheem finds himself in a sitting position and Finn takes his knee and strikes Raheem right in the face! Raheem eats another strike! And another! Finn has busted open Raheem’s nose and he grabs Raheem by the hair and drags him out of the corner! Raheem in trouble as Finn lifts him up and hits ‘Braindead’!!! The brain buster connects and Finn drags Raheem over to The Legion’s corner!
James Peters: The tag is made and Kyie comes in! He stomps away at the head of Raheem and that brings Rajeem into the ring! Finn rushes to Rajeem and cuts him off! He nails Rajeem in the face with a big boot and Rajeem goes down! Finn stomping away at Rajeem now while Kyie is down on the ground and absolutely pummeling Raheem! Kyie jerks Raheem up! Finn jerks Rajeem up! Finn with the wheelbarrow suplex to Rajeem! He transitions that into an armbar! Finn calls that move ‘Midland Chaos’, Rich!
Rich Russillo: Kyie has Raheem in his version of the Kimura Lock! That’s appropriately named ‘Torture’ and that’s exactly what Kyie is doing to Raheem! He is torturing him and Raheem is tapping out! The referee calls for the bell!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS… THE LEGION!!
(Finn and Kyie hold their submissions in until the referee physically pries them off of their opposition. Finn and Kyie smirk at one another and Finn motions for Bella to hand him a microphone. Bella passes it up to the two men in the ring, and Finn is the first one to begin speaking.)
Finn Edwards: Bah! Fuck those Wildcard cunts! That shit that went down at Grand Rampage was bloody awful! We all know that fat fuck Xander Payne and that bloody little arsehole Myles never even deserved to be in that match for the Unified Tag Team Championships!! THEY’RE NOT A REAL TEAM! They stole that opportunity from The Legion and we are fucking pissed about it! The Legion are the only legitimate tag team on the pure shite brand that is Voltage, and time and time again we have expressed our bloody desire to be the faces of the tag team division! It’s fucking horse shit that two singles competitors got a chance to compete for tag team championships over the likes of us! The Unified Tag Team Championships belong to us! Those stupid fucking Jaded Heart whores should have been on their backs, getting pinned by us, and not by the fucking Wildcards! Kyie and I gave up a chance to compete in the Grand Rampage so we could continue to prove ourselves as the only true tag team on Voltage BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT WE ARE!!!! WE ARE AN ACTUAL FUCKING TEAM! XANDER PAYNE AND MYLES!!!! YOU NEED TO GIVE US THOSE FUCKING BELTS!!!!
(Finn hands the microphone to Kyie.)
Kyie Daniels: Like my partner said, we are fucking PISSED!!! WE WANT THE WILDCARDS AND WE WANT THEM NOW!!! XANDER AND MYLES… GET YOUR ARSES OUT HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!
(Kyie slams the microphone down and throws his hands up in the air. A few seconds pass and “Enemy Strike” by Yuki Hayashi begins to play across the public address system. The crowd erupts as one-half of the Unified Tag Team Champions, Myles, walks out onto the stage. He’s joined immediately by a smirking Xander Payne. Both members of The Wildcards have microphones, along with their newly won championship belts. The Unified Tag Team Championships have even been customized for The Wildcards…. with tan leather belt straps.)
Xander Payne: You want us to quote ‘give you these fucking belts’?
Finn Edwards (Off Mic): FUCK YEAH WE DO!
Myles: We’re not giving either of you anything. Since day one in this company, I have envisioned myself holding championship gold. When I came up short at Tempest through no fault of my own, mind you, I made a vow that I would do everything I could to earn gold here in Elite Answers Wrestling. Even though people might have doubted me, I never doubted myself, and I made the most of the next opportunity that presented itself to me. I’ll admit that teaming with Xander wasn’t the most ideal situation for either of us given our history, but I think we more than silenced the critics at Grand Rampage when we came together and did something no other tag team or combination of people have been able to do in EAW.
Xander Payne: We pinned the princesses and ended their dominance. Because say what you will about the Jaded Hearts. For all their ugly makeup and fakeness, they’re both good wrestlers, and we proved at Grand Rampage that we’re better than them. Two men who had only teamed together once, with a rather tumultuous history together at that, somehow made it work and now Myles and myself are Unified Tag Team Champions. That’s not something we take lightly and despite what you two plebs think, we EARNED that match at Grand Rampage. We defeated both of you fairly in the middle of the ring back on Voltage a few weeks ago and we certainly didn’t steal anyone’s opportunity. You two had a chance to win the championships before Myles and myself were ever forced together as a team and you failed. So if you want another chance, do what we did. Earn it. Defeat actual members of the EAW roster and not some ‘local team’ that’ll never get to signed to this company ever.
Myles: This is Pain for Pride season, gentlemen. This is where the cream of the crop rises to the top. Nothing is handed out and everything is earned if you want to compete on the biggest stage of them all. Xander and myself have matches later on tonight, but believe me, we aren’t going to overlook either of you. Should Captain Charisma decide to feed you to us, we will be ready. If he decides to make a contendership match to see who challenges The Wildcards first, then I hope you guys can step up to the plate. But running your mouths and talking this shit? That’s not going to cut it. That’s not proving to anyone you’re elite. All that does is show that both of you have a lot to learn.
Xander Payne: Maybe we’ll meet you down the line. Maybe we won’t. But in the meantime, keep your mouths shut and stop fabricating what really happened. Myles and I defeated you soundly and we dominated the Jaded Hearts and The Revolution. Now The Wildcards are the undisputed Unified Tag Team Champions. WE are the faces of the tag team division.
(Myles and Xander hold up their championships as “It Follows” by Cane Hill begins to blast across the PA system. Finn and Kyie look pissed off as The Wildcards turn and head for the back. Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Delta Airlines and all of its affiliates featuring Xander Payne. No matter who unrealistic it might seem, Delta can AND will get you from Melbourne to New York to India all in the span of a week if you insist on visiting your family in between shows.)
(Voltage reopens in the parking lot of the arena. The former New Breed Champion, The Visual Prophet, Veena Adams, and Nina are seen walking towards the building. All three of them wear stony expressions on their face, and somehow it’s a miracle that Veena isn’t in a full-blown body cast after all the abuse she had taken at Grand Rampage. She only sports her trademark neck brace, though. The trio head to the back entrance of the arena, and as Viz goes to open the door, Veena places a hand on his arm.)
Veena Adams: I know that Grand Rampage didn’t go the way any of us pictured it going, but I promise you Vizzy, this is only the beginning. For every crude comment, every awful insult, and everything else that got thrown your way this past week, I’m going to make someone pay. Matty isn’t going to get away with firing me, and he damn sure isn’t going to be the person getting the last laugh over your misfortunate.
The Visual Prophet: I know we’re not done. There’s more than one path to Pain for Pride, and we’re going to find it. This is still the house that Prophet is building, and there’s no one AND nothing that can keep The Visual Prophet from his Pain for Pride destiny.
Nina: Bae going to Pain for Pride! Bae will show everyone why he is future of company and of sport!
Veena Adams: Viz, you are indeed the future of this company, and the sky’s the limit. I know that with a snap of my fingers I can make a phone call and get everything fixed for us, but I want to try and reason with Matty first. I want to make him see the light, and if he doesn’t… then I will pull out my trump card. Because despite what people think, I have a lot of power here, and I’m not afraid to roll up my sleeves and get my hands dirty. Matty doesn’t want to go to war with me.
The Visual Prophet: You do your thing, my vanilla goddess, and Nina and I will be waiting. If our precious Captain Charisma doesn’t come around, I assume you will be making that phone call?
(A little smile touches Veena’s lips and she traces her finger down Viz’s chest.)
Veena Adams: Of course, Vizzikinz. I got you.
(Viz, Veena, and Nina all exchange knowing smiles with one another before they head into the building. The scene cuts to the ringside area.)
(Bella Braxton is standing by, and she’s ready to announce the participants for the next match.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is a tag team match!
(‘Here comes the boom’ by DMX ft Sean Paul and Alexa Vegas blasts through the speakers as El Landerson shows on the ramp greeted by the fans’ cheers. He waits there for his partner to make his entrance.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from San Jose, California, weighing in at 160 pounds, he is the Big Banderson Bhampion… El Landersooon!
(Landerson’s theme fades out as ‘Hair Of The Dog’ by Nazareth blasts through the speakers. Farrell V comes out accompanied by Nobi and the crowd gives them a loud cheer.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing his partner, from Indonesia, weighing in at 235 pounds, accompanied by Nobi, FA-RRELL-V!
Rich Russillo: Looks like this dynamic duo will be managed by Nobi here tonight, this has to be interesting.
James Peters: Nobi is a former National Elite Champion, I’m sure he’ll have some good advice to give to both Farrell V and Landerson tonight!
(‘Crazy Train’ by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing as Korey Gaines makes his entrance in a hype.)
Bella Braxton: And their opponents…Introducing first, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, weighing in at 170 pounds, Koreeeyy Gaaaaineeees!
(‘If Ya Smell’ by Adam Massare blasts through the speakers as the crowd gets hyped as per usual, while Woogieman comes out and heads to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: And his partner, from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at 260 pounds, The Woogiemaaaaan!
Rich Russillo: A pretty interesting team this is. They slightly weigh more than their opponents, but that doesn’t mean anything when you’re facing guys like Landerson and Farrell.
James Peters: You have an absolute legend in El Landerson and a talent with huge potential in Farrell V. They clearly aren’t the guys to be underestimated and I can tell you weight won’t matter in this match. I’m excited for this match! We have two GOATS in the ring plus two amazing up and comers in Farrell and Korey! I’m stoked! Lets do this thing!
(DING! DING! DING! )
Rich Russillo: Without going any further the match is underway and look what’s going on. Landerson and Korey are starting the match first, but Woogieman wants himself tagged in. Korey hesitates, but Woogieman convinces him, I think, and now Woogieman is the legal man. AND OH WHAT AN ELBOW TO EL LANDERSON! WOOGIE JUST SMASHED THAT ACROSS HIS SKULL! AND NOW HE GOES ON WITH A NASTY KNEE ON THE GUTS OF LANDERSON! WOOGIEMAN IS SHATTERING LANDERSON!
James Peters: I don’t know what’s going on with Woogieman, but I dig it! I’ve never seen him so wild in the ring! WOOGIEMAN GOES FOR THE CLOTHESLINE, BUT LANDERSON LEAPS UNDER AND SWEEPS THE LEG OF WOOGIEMAN! HE JUMPS FROM THE ROPES AND CONNECTS WITH THE LIONSAULT ON WOOGIEMAN! LANDERSON GOES TO THE ROPES ONCE AGAIN CHARGING BACK TO WOOGIE, BUT OH MY GOD, WOOGIEMAN JUST CONNECTED WITH A CLOTHESLINE TURNING LANDERSON INSIDE OUT! THAT WAS PROBABLY ONE OF THE BEST CLOTHESLINES I’VE EVER SEEN!
Rich Russillo: We’re literally only a few minutes in this match and it’s already fired up! Both Korey and Farrell are looking to get themselves tagged in, but Woogie and Landerson won’t go for it. THEIR HATRED FOR ANOTHER IS DRIVING THEM IN THIS MATCH! WOOGIEMAN GETS LANDERSON UP AND IRISH WHIPS HIM TO THE ROPES AS HE SPRINGS BACK AND WOOGIEMAN CONNECTS WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX SENDING LANDERSON FLYING LIKE A RAGDOLL! BUT IT’S NOT OVER YET AS WOOGIEMAN APPROACHES LANDERSON AND CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER BELLY TO BELLY! LANDERSON IS HURT AND HE’S HOLDING HIS BACK!
James Peters: I don’t know what’s really up with Woogieman! Gaines is begging for the tag but Woogieman refuses! HOWEVER LOOK OUT AS LANDERSON CONNECTS WITH A KICK TO THE MID-SECTION OF THE WOOGIEMAN AND THEN CHARGES TO THE ROPES, COMING BACK WITH A DIVING BULLDOG SENDING WOOGIEMAN FACE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS! LANDERSON REALLY USED ALL THE POWER HE COULD IN THAT MOVE AND IT CLEARLY DID THE JOB DIDN’T IT? HOWEVER LANDERSON IS NOT DONE YET AS HE RUNS TOWARDS WOOGIEMAN WHO’S STANDING ON HIS KNEES AND CONNECTS WITH A PENALTY KICK ON THE HEAD!
Rich Russillo: Good lord they’re absolutely giving it to each other! Meanwhile Landerson is exchanging a few words with Farrell and Nobi, as he turns around and… SPEAR! WOOGIEMAN JUST CUT LANDERSON IN HALF! LANDERSON IS ALMOST SENSELESS, BUT WOOGIEMAN WON’T MIND IT AS HE GETS HIM UP AND CONNECTS WITH THE FISHERMAN SUPLEX! LANDERSON IS GETTING DOMINATED BY WOOGIEMAN, EVEN THOUGH HE HAD HIS GOOD MOMENTS.
James Peters: WOOGIE PICKS UP THE BHAMPION AND HE CONNECTS WITH A SPINEBUSTER! OH MY GAWD… HE IS GOING FOR IT! IT’S THE PEOPLE’S ELBOW! FARRELL COMES INTO THE RING, LOOKING TO SAVE HIS PARTNER, BUT THERE’S KOREY GAINES! HE TAKES DOWN FARRELL AND THESE TWO FORMER RIVALS START BRAWLING! THEIR FIGHT SPILLS TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING AND WOOGIE HITS THE PEOPLE’S ELBOW! THIS CROWD IS GOING INSANE! WOOGIE DROPS DOWN AND HE GOES FOR THE COVER ON THE BIG BANDERSON BHAMPION! OH MY GAWD!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… HERE ARE YOU WINNERS… THE WOOGIEMAN AND KOREY GAINES!!!!
(“If Ya Smell” hits the PA system and that brings everything going on outside the ring to a screech halt. Nobi, who was in the process of pull Farrell and Korey apart, points to the inside of the ring. Both Korey and Farrell look up and see The Woogieman celebrating over the fallen body of Landerson. Farrell lets out a sigh of frustration and honestly, Korey takes no satisfaction in winning a match he never really got to participate in. Korey exchanges looks with Farrell and Nobi, and Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Endgame spoilers featuring Charlie Marr. Turn the television off right now unless you want Charlie to tell you that Thanos — )
(The Voltage commercial abruptly cuts before spoilers leak and EAW gets flooded with complaints. :troll:)
(Voltage returns and cuts to Bella, who’s standing inside the ring.)
Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… DARYL KINKADE!!!
(“Snakeskin” by Example begins to blast across the PA systems and all the fans clamor to their feet. They erupt as ‘Norfolk’s Finest’ steps out from behind the guerilla curtain, and onto the stage.)
James Peters: Listen to this ovation for Daryl, Rich! This man put his heart and his soul into Grand Rampage only to come up short. I know how much winning that match and going on to headline Pain for Pride would have meant to Daryl, but he came up short in the end.
Rich Russillo: He was duped. Daryl allowed himself to get sucked into Charlie’s web of deceit once again and paid the ultimate price towards the end. Daryl was one of the last men standing in the match until Charlie turned his back on him and tossed him over the top rope.
James Peters: The look on Daryl’s face kind of tells the entire story. He looks angry and disappointed, and I don’t really blame him.
(Daryl climbs in the ring and takes the microphone from Bella. After she takes her leave and Daryl’s music dies down, the Elitist himself stands there in the middle of the ring, just taking in the atmosphere. The fans are all chanting Daryl’s name. They can’t help himself. His Grand Rampage performance was inspiring, but it was also so incredibly heartbreaking. Daryl glances down at the mat and shakes his head, before he lifts it up and turns his blue eyes towards the giant Pain for Pride logo.)
Crowd: DARYL! DARYL! DARYL! DARYL! DARYL! DARYL!
Daryl Kinkade: I’m sorry I disappointed all of you at Grand Rampage.
Crowd: Awwwwwwwwww ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Crowd: FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE!
(Daryl nods his head in agreement.)
Daryl Kinkade: Fuck him, indeed. I can’t help but be disappointed in myself right now. I know deep down I could have won Grand Rampage and booked my ticket to Pain for Pride. Even though I said earlier this week that I wasn’t salty, and I’m not, I just hate the fact that I put myself in this position. I knew better than to trust Charlie. We all know better than to trust that man. He doesn’t deserve to have anyone give him the time of day but I entertained him. I flirted with danger during Grand Rampage and it came back to bite me. I didn’t get to set any records. Instead, I allowed myself to be used as a stepping stone for Charlie so he could go down in the history books forever. It really pisses me off knowing that I’ll forever been seen as elimination number eleven; the one that broke the stupid record for him. I’ll never know why I let myself get duped, but I can say this with absolute clarity. Never again. Never again will I ever trust Charlie. In fact, I think we all know what needs to happen next. Both of us will always believe that we carried the other. There’s not going to be any way to change either of our minds, and both of us believe we speak the truth. I want a match with you, Charlie, and I know you’re back there somewhere listening.
A year ago this month, MarrKade was formed and Rex tried to help us both find our footing here. We have traveled the road together, and been through hell and back as a tag team and as brothers. It wasn’t always easy for both of us to co-exist because we have such different personalities, but somehow we managed to make it work. I did truly believe you were my brother. I cleaned up your messes and made sure the both of us stayed at the top of the tag team division for as long as we did. I KNOW that I carried you, but it was something I choose to do at the time because I believed in you. I believed in the two of us as a team. It was hard to admit that MarrKade had run its course, and at King of Elite I had to stop pretending that I was invested. A man can only take so much, and even someone as patient as me has his limits. You had sucked the life out of me by that point thanks to all the back and forth, and unnecessary drama, and I was drained. I was tired of all of it, and ready for a change, but instead of having a conversation and agreeing to part amicably, you attacked me like the little bitch you are. My actions since then haven’t exactly been virtuous either, but this sport is cutthroat, and I want to succeed just as badly as I want to breathe. I’m sick of being overlooked, and I’m more determined than ever to make sure that stops happening. I’m tired of questioning myself and looking back at the decisions I’ve made. You have never defeated me in a match, and I’m just going to put it out there. At Fighting Spirit, it needs to be the two of us… one on one. Captain Charisma has already signed off on the match because at this point, it was basically inevitable. I know you fucking want it just as bad as I do, whether you admit it or not. We’re finally going to settle the score once and for all, but I already know what’s going to happen. Just like I’ve done every other time we’ve stepped inside the ring together as opponents, I’m going to beat you. But this time, I’m not going to just beat you. I am going to destroy you.
Charlie Marr has to die.
Charlie, you are the biggest piece of shit I have ever seen in my life, and all of us want you gone. We want you wiped off the face of the Earth, and none of us ever want to see Charlie Marr inside this ring again. I want the most barbaric and extreme match EAW can throw at us, because lets be perfectly clear. Voltage isn’t big enough for the both of us. EAW isn’t big enough for the both of us. One of us has to go, and that damn sure isn’t going to be me. You don’t get to continue using me to propel yourself up the ranks. I’m not going to make you famous anymore, Charlie. I’m going to fucking end you at Fighting Spirit. You fancy yourself a killer inside the ring. You think no one can touch you, and that you are some unstoppable force. Well how about this? There’s a Voltage exclusive match that made its debut back at King of Elite called Barbed Wire Massacre. Our dear dad Rex and Impact took one another to hell and back, physically pushing one another to their limits and breaking one another in the process. Their issues with one another had gotten them both to a point of no return, and they needed a license to legally murder one another. That’s the only match I can see the two of us competing in, and I know you, Charlie. I know how your mind works. Your ego is going to hear that and automatically assume you’re getting the advantage. We both know that you’re not capable of out-wrestling me, so by me gifting you with this match, it is playing into your favor. That’s not the case, because I know for a fact that I can destroy you under any circumstances, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. There’s no self-doubt right now. There’s no mental battle with Daryl Kinkade and himself. What you’re getting at Fighting Spirit is me at my best and most confident, because I know that finally the world will see just who carried MarrKade.
(Daryl takes a deep breath and drops the microphone. The crowd erupts.)
Crowd: DARYL! DARYL! DARYL! DARYL! DARYL! DARYL!
Rich Russillo: OH MY GAWD IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING, JAMES!!!! DARYL AND CHARLIE WILL BE FACING ONE ANOTHER AT FIGHTING SPIRIT!
James Peters: I’M NOT READY!
Rich Russillo: DO YOU REALLY THINK IT’S GOING TO BE A BARBED WIRE MASSACRE MATCH?!
James Peters: FUCKING IMAGINE!!!!
(Daryl’s theme music has started to play and he climbs out of the ring.)
Rich Russillo: Jesus Christ… Barbed Wire Massacre II… if it happens. Marr versus Kinkade. :whew:
James Peters: :whew:
(The camera gets one last shot of Daryl striding up the ramp with a purpose, and then cuts to the backstage area.)
(As Voltage cuts backstage, the cameras are once again are following Jackson Blayde. This time, he’s by himself. Jazmin has been tasked with something else, and this is something that Jackson needs to do alone. He’s been walking the halls for a few minutes, having lost his suit jacket from earlier – taking it off and leaving it in his locker. He’s rounded a corner and stopped, almost dead in his tracks. He’s found what — who — he’s looking for. Oskar Wagner. Although, Jackson has stopped once he’s seen who Oskar is in the middle of a conversation with — Cameron Church. Cameron is the coach for the current World Heavyweight champion, Noah Reigner.)
Cameron Church: It’s good to see you again, mate. It’s been – how long – three, four years since we last teamed in Commonwealth Wrestling?
Oskar Wagner: Da. Something like that. I see you have yourself a nice little set up. House Reigner?
Cameron Church: Noah is my student, as you once were. And he, just like you, has gone on to do big things since learning from me. He’s done so here, while you have in Europe. I’ve kept close tabs on your career, mate, and may have even nudged a few higher-ups to pay attention to a few of your matches.
(Cameron lips curled into a sly smirk. Oskar remained motionless, and expressionless – like a statue.)
Cameron Church: If you need anything, though. Don’t hesitate to come to me, Oskar. You’re still my student, as well. My first, as a matter of fact..
(Cameron’s voice trailed off when he noticed, out of his peripherals, Jackson Blayde approaching. Oskar noticed as well, turning his head only slightly to narrow his eyes on the former National Elite champion. Jackson approached the group rather arrogantly, with a swagger in his step.)
Jackson Blayde: Ah! Big guy! I’ve been looking all over for you. I need to have your ear for a second, Das Giant. (Jackson turned to Cameron) Don’t you have something better to do, like wipe Noah’s ass – or buy Evelyn some tampons or something? Get lost, mongoloid.
(There’s a fire in Cameron’s eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to reach out – grab Jackson’s arm – and rip it from its socket, and Cameron was more than capable of doing that. But he remained level headed. Turning to Oskar, he looked up at him.)
Cameron Church: Watch this bloody wanker. He can’t be trusted, mate.
(Cameron reached up, patting Oskar’s shoulder as he turned and began to walk away. Looking over his shoulder once more, watching Jackson arrogantly wave him off.)
Jackson Blayde: Great. Now that the moron has left the building, we can get down to business you and I.
(Oskar’s face remains expressionless and Voltage fades to commercial.)
(Commercial break for Herdsman Brand Barbed Wire featuring Deathmatch Rex and Hardcore Gawd Impact. Herdsman Brand Barbed wire has strength and durability, as well as the sharpest barbs around! Pick some up at Lowe’s today.)
(Voltage cuts back to the ringside area, and Bella is standing by. She raises the microphone to her Rouge Dior Lipsticked mouth – color 962 Poison Matte aka plum – but before she can announce the next match, “It Ain’t Safe” by Skepta begins to play. The crowd erupts in a chorus of jeers, and Bella can’t help but narrow her eyes. Charlie Marr and Jordie Ripley walk out from behind the guerilla curtains.)
James Peters: Well, Charlie Marr wasn’t scheduled to be out here just yet, but I can only assume he heard everything Daryl Kinkade had to say and wants to address it.
Rich Russillo: Jesus Christ, Jordie Ripley is fine.
James Peters: Hello, Gavin? Did Gavin Kirkland just join the broadcast booth?
(Jordie clings to Charlie’s arm as they make their way down the ramp and to the ring. Once they reach the ring-steps, she lets go and saunters up them, making her way to the ropes. She poses like a little sexpot on the apron, flashes her man a seductive smirk, and sits down on the ropes for him. Charlie walks up the steps and gets into the ring, and Jordie follows him in. She walks over to Bella and snatches the microphone from her before holding it out for Charlie.)
Crowd: FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE!
(The ‘Fuck You Charlie’ chants have drowned out Charlie’s theme, and eventually it just cuts. Charlie and Jordie stand there in the middle of the ring, listening to the crowd react to them.)
Crowd: FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE! FUCK YOU CHARLIE!
(Jordie curls her perfect lips into a little pout and leans up, whispering something in Charlie’s ear. He whispers something back to her, and whatever is said causes both of them to actually smile at one another.)
Rich Russillo: There’s literally nothing but hate here in India for Charlie Marr and Jordie Ripley. Since Tempest, these two people have been despised by every crowd they’ve stepped in front of.
James Peters: Well what they both attempted to do to Jordie’s brother Jack back at Tempest was disgusting, Rich.
(It was hard to disagree with that point. The chanting continues and only gets louder as Charlie finally raises the microphone and goes to speak.)
Charlie Marr (mocking them): FUCK YOU CHARLIE!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Charlie Marr: Boo all you want but I told my former tag team partner that come Grand Rampage, I was going to shoot him on site. He deserved everything he got in Grand Rampage, and more if we’re being honest. That mother fucker did nothing but fuck up my career, and I think it’s hilarious that he wants to face off against me in a match. When I walked into this building earlier today, I was indeed informed of the match Captain Charisma had signed for the two of us at Fighting Spirit, and honestly that’s perfectly fine with me. Because one thing I will agree with is that this was inevitable, and that it needs to fucking end. I’m so sick of this disgusting narrative that’s been fabricated about the two of us. I was never the villain in this situation, and that man has never, ever been a hero. The fucking stupidity of the EAW Universe, including all these disgusting fucks in the building tonight, siding with my former partner just makes me shake my damn head. And I could stand here and I could verbally rip him to shreds right now, and that would be hilarious to me. He who shall not be named has always been an emo fuckwad, and it’s very easy to stand here and pick him apart. All the obsessive text messages he sent me, and the self-deprecating ‘woe is me’ phone calls, and his shitty fucking feelings… now that’s draining. That’s soul sucking. Playing babysitter to a grown fucking man is never something I signed up for. But none of you people want to see that side of the story. None of you want to acknowledge how much Charlie Marr really did for his former partner. I kept him going. I kept his pussy ass motivated. I’m the person who carried his fucking deadweight for months and months, and I’m the one who sacrificed what I wanted for the betterment of our team. I bent over backwards to try and work things out time and time again, even after he fucking threw the Unified Tag Team Titles at my feet right before the Extreme Elimination Chamber. I was all in, and I gave us both my best.
(Charlie’s voice is full of anger, and Jodie places a comforting hand on his shoulder. The crowd doesn’t give one iota of a fuck about the victim scenario Charlie wants to create.)
Crowd: DARYL’S BETTER! DARYL’S BETTER! DARYL’S BETTER! DARYL’S BETTER! DARYL’S BETTER! DARYL’S BETTER!
Jordie Ripley (Off Mic): He is so not better than you, babe.
Charlie Marr: Ignorant fucks.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Charlie Marr: Let me say this about Fighting Spirit. I think it’s cute he wants to come out to the ring and act like a badass, and challenge me to a match that is clearly going to favor me. I get the fact he wants to prove he can beat me at my own game, and you know, I accept. Hey you… yes I know you’re back there listening. You can talk all this shit and try to paint a picture of yourself as a brand new competitor, but you and I both know what’s going to happen the second that bell rings at Fighting Spirit. I’m not the same Charlie Marr that fucking faced you for the National Elite Championship, or any other time previously. I have stepped it up and if you wanna come for my head, I’m going to make sure I decapitate you. I want your blood on my hands, staining the canvas, and oozing from every orifice of your pathetic body. I will fuck you up, and I will destroy you, because until one of us finally puts the other out of their misery, we can’t just move on, and I’m not going to be fucking saddled to you in any way anymore. This is Pain for Pride season, and I have my goals and aspirations. My moment was foiled last year thanks to another piece of shit I’m not done with yet…
(Charlie looks down at Jordie, who shrugs her shoulders. They both know Charlie is referring to her brother. Charlie seems pleased with her reaction and continues on.)
Charlie Marr: But not this year. This year I will rid myself of everything that has ever held me back, and I will walk into Pain for Pride as the future of this company. I know I will compete in a big time match, and there’s not a single doubt in my mind that I won’t walk out of Atlanta victorious, having finally gotten my Pain for Pride moment. The future is bright for me, and it all starts now. I know that actions speak louder than words, and even if my record setting performance at Grand Rampage didn’t convince people that I’m ready to reach that next level, then what I’m about to do to Denis Ryley certainly will. Watch closely, you useless fuck, and see what you’ll be getting yourself into come Fight Spirit. You want me in a Barbed Wire Massacre match? You got it, bitch.
(Charlie tosses the microphone out of the ring and motions for Denis Ryley’s music to hit.)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bella Braxton: ALREADY IN THE RING… FROM TOWER HAMLETS, LONDON… WEIGHING IN AT 240 POUNDS… CHARLIE MARR!!!!
(The crowd reaction of Charlie’s official introduction goes without saying. A few moments later, “Fight Back” by NEFEX begins to play and Denis Ryley steps onstage.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT… FROM ORLANDO, FLORIDA… WEIGHING IN AT 204 POUNDS… DENIS RYLEY!!!!
(Denis makes his way into the ring, and as he does, he makes a lewd gesture towards Jordie. The blonde rolls her eyes, and Charlie motions for her to get out of the ring. She plants a kiss on his cheek and obliges him, and Charlie rushes right for Denis! He doesn’t even wait for the bell before he begins beating the other man down!)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: CHARLIE MARR IS WASTING NO TIME TONIGHT AFTER HE ACCEPTED DARYL’S STIPULATION FOR THEIR MATCH AT FIGHTING SPIRIT! HE HAS DENIS RYLEY AND IS JUST BEATING HIM INTO THE MAT RIGHT NOW! CHARLIE’S FIST IS CONNECTING WITH DENIS’ FACE AND YOU CAN ALREADY SEE THAT HE’S KNOCKED A FEW OF DENIS’ TEETH OUT!
Rich Russillo: WELL CHARLIE PROMISED TO END DENIS’ LIFE BEFORE DARYL STEPPED UP AND CHALLENGED HIM, AND IT DOESN’T SURPRISE ME WHATOSEVER TO SEE CHARLIE GOING FOR THE KILL EARLY IN THIS MATCH!
James Peters: CHARLIE GRABS DENIS UP BY THE NECK AND THROWS HIM ACROSS THE RING! DENIS REBOUNDS! CHARLIE HITS HIM WITH A BIG BOOT! CHARLIE GRABS DENIS UP BY THE NECK AGAIN AND ONCE AGAIN THROWS HIM INTO THE ROPES! DENIS REBOUNDS AND CHARLIE CATCHES HIM! THIS TIME HE PLANTS HIM INTO THE MAT WITH THE HEADMASTER RITUAL! THAT SPINEBUSTER SEEMS TO HAVE TAKEN A LOT OUT OF DENIS RYLEY! CHARLIE IS BACK ON TOP OF DENIS NOW AND HE IS JUST BASHING THE MAN’S FACE IN! DENIS’ NOSE IS UNDOUBTEDLY BROKEN. CHARLIE GETS UP AND HE BEGINS STOMPING ON DENIS’ FACE AND NECK! I THINK HE IS LEGITIMATELY TRYING TO MURDER THIS MAN, RICH!
Rich Russillo: CHARLIE GRABS DENIS UP AND HE HOOKS HIS ARMS! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT! THE QUEEN IS DEAD! CHARLIE GOES FOR THE COVER!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… HERE IS YOUR WINNER… CHARLIE MARR!!!!
James Peters: CHARLIE ISN’T DONE WITH DENIS THOUGH! JORDIE JUST GRABBED A CHAIR AND SHE SLIDES IT INTO THE RING TOWARDS CHARLIE! CHARLIE GRABS THE CHAIR AND HE RAISES IT ABOVE HIS HEAD! HE BRINGS IT DOWN ACROSS DENIS’ FACE! CHARLIE RAISES IT IN THE AIR AGAIN…
Rich Russillo: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!
James Peters: CHARLIE IS SHOUTING AT JORDIE NOW, AND SHE’S DIGGING UNDER THE RING! WHAT’S SHE GOT?!
Rich Russillo: SHE’S GOT A HUGE COIL OF BARBED WIRE! IT’S ABOUT AS BIG AS SHE IS!!! JORDIE PUSHES IT INTO THE RING AND CHARLIE BEGINS TO UNWRAP IT! IT DOESN’T SEEM TO BOTHER MAIN EVENT MARR WHATSOEVER THAT THOSE BARBS ARE BITING INTO HIS HANDS RIGHT NOW! HE UNCOILS SEVERAL FEET OF THAT STUFF AND NOW HE’S WRAPPING IT AROUND DENIS’ FACE AND NECK! DENIS RYLEY IS LIFELESS. I DON’T EVEN THINK HE’S CONSCIOUS! THE MAN IS PROBABLY GOING TO BE A VEGETABLE FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE IF SOMEONE DOESN’T GET INTO THE RING AND STOP THIS!
James Peters: AIN’T NOBODY GUNNA STOP THIS, RICH! YOU KNOW HOW WE DO ON VOLTAGE!
Rich Russillo: CHARLIE KICKS DENIS OVER ON HIS STOMACH AND NOW HE IS USING THE CHAIR TO CAVE DENIS’ SKULL IN! THESE FANS ARE SHOOK!!!! CHARLIE FINALLY THROWS THE CHAIR DOWN AND HE BENDS DOWN, GRABBING DENIS UP BY HIS BLOODY HAIR! CHARLIE LIFTS DENIS UP… AND HE PLANTS HIM RIGHT ON THE COIL OF BARBED WIRE WITH ANOTHER SPINEBUSTER! CHARLIE GRABS DENIS ONCE AGAIN AND THIS TIME JUST THROWS HIM LIKE A LAWN DART OUT OF THE RING! DENIS LANDS AGAINST THE BARRICADES RIGHT ON HIS NECK!
(Charlie Marr looks down at his handiwork and a sick smile crosses his face. “It Ain’t Safe” by Skepta hits the PA system, and Jordie slips into the ring, wrapping her arms around Charlie.)
James Peters: Well… I think Denis is going to need medical attention.
Rich Russillo: You hate to see that, James.
James Peters: I would hate to be Daryl Kinkade right now.
Rich Russillo: I would hate to be anyone who tried to step to Charlie Marr right now.
(Medical personnel have made their way to the ring and are checking on Denis Ryley’s lifeless body. Charlie’s face has absolutely no remorse as he exits the ring with Jordie. Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for tampons featuring Evelyn Ridley. Shove one up your ass today! Please note, that the woman in the commercial is not the real Evelyn Ridley. She is an actress and was officially hired by the First Lady of the United States of Blaydemerica, Jazmin Garcia. For the lulz.)
(Voltage returns to the backstage area where Jackson Blayde is standing before the behemoth, Oskar Wagner. Oskar has his hands together behind his back, his body upright and his chest out. He stares down Jackson with little, to no real interest in this.)
Jackson Blayde: What I wanted to talk to you about, my friend, is a GLORIOUS opportunity for yourself. As you may know, I recently lost my National Elite championship to some twit with a stupid haircut that runs around screaming Pew Pew Pew like a child. What I want, is that championship brought BACK to Blaydemerica. I know what you’re thinking; why should you care, right? Well. A couple of weeks ago when you handled Jackoff Rippedskin and left him down after one strike? Whew, boy I was impressed. Not only did you defeat me, which is a rare feat – trust me, but you laid him out immediately after! No one else could have pulled off a feat like that. And that’s what makes you special, Oskar. That’s what makes you the perfect man for this mission.
(Oskar remains unmoved and silent, listening to Jackson’s pitch.)
Jackson Blayde: So, I want to formally offer you citizenship to the greatest nation ever – Blaydemerica – IF you agree to chase down Ripped Jack. I shouldn’t need to tell you this, Oskar, but there is a lot – A LOT – of money in this for you, especially if you bring the National Elite championship back to Blaydemerica — and if you bring me Jack’s head. I can guarantee you that this is the biggest opportunity that you’ll ever have, and I am a man of my word. So. What do you think? Do we have a deal?
(Oskar’s eyes have been focused on Jackson the entire time, rarely blinking. But once Jackson stuck out his hand for a handshake, Oskar turned on his heels and began to walk away, leaving Jackson there by himself.)
Jackson Blayde: Ok! Give it some thought, big guy. We’ll talk later.
(Jackson shouted toward Oskar, before he began to walk in the opposite direction. This separation sends us to another part of the building.)
(The scene reopens inside the office of Captain Charisma, Matt Daniels. The sexy Voltage commissioner is leaning against his desk and texting on his phone.)
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
(Matt looks up and sees the door open, and Veena walking in. With a sigh, he pockets his phone and folds his arms across his chest.)
Matt Daniels: What can I do for you, Veena?
(Veena flashes him a rather innocent, and somewhat vulnerable look.)
Veena Adams: I just came to talk to you is all, Matty.
(Matt doesn’t look convinced.)
Veena Adams: Look, I know that maybe I didn’t handle things the best way possible when I was working under you as your assistant. I know that I overstepped my boundaries, and kind of make some decisions that perhaps you didn’t agree with. However, I can honestly say that I made those decisions with Voltage’s best interests in mind. I want us to be the best brand in all of EAW, and that’s why I preach a ‘King’s Only’ philosophy. I know you don’t necessarily agree with my approach, but Matty you have to know that you and I made one hell of a team. Voltage has never been better than it is when the two of us are working in tandem, making sure our matches deliver.
(Veena pauses for a second, and takes in Matt’s reactions to her words. He remains impassive.)
Veena Adams: I was listening to the back and forth between Charlie and Daryl earlier, and it seems like both of them want to fight one another in a Barbed Wire Massacre match. Are you letting them?
Matt Daniels: They both agreed to it.
Veena Adams: That match was brought to Voltage by me, and you know how excited people were to watch Rex and Impact tear each other to pieces in it. That match was a career moment for both of them, and now Daryl and Charlie are going to get the same opportunity at Fighting Spirit. Only the strong survive a match like that, and I know that both of them are going to rise to the occasion and deliver a main event that everyone is going to be waiting to see.
Matt Daniels: Veena, for the one or two things you actually did that turned out okay, I’ll give you credit. Barbed Wire Massacre was a hit, as much as it pains me to admit. You also put Myles and Xander Payne together for whatever selfish reasons you had at the time, and now they’re champions. But, that’s erased by all the crap you’ve done as well. You attempted to damage my reputation by questioning my ethics. To nearly convince the board that I was setting up the Gold Rush tournament to favor Rex McAllister… that’s unforgivable. I have never showed favoritism to anyone on this brand and have prided myself on my ability to run it fairly. You sneaked into your uncle’s email and cancelled the tournament, and cost several of our Elitists here on Voltage another opportunity to compete for a Pain for Pride main event spot.
Veena Adams: Matty, stop. We both know that your dream Pain for Pride main event is Noah Reigner versus Rex McAllister. The two of them have gone back and forth the entire season, and there’s never really been a clear winner between the two of them. You know damn well that Gold Rush was Rex’s best chance to get to Pain for Pride.
Matt Daniels: Rex nearly won Grand Rampage.
Veena Adams: But ‘nearly’ winning isn’t the same because there’s no such thing as participation trophies in wrestling. Rex wasn’t good enough to eliminate Jamie O’Hara and now you have your hands tied thanks to Impact returning and his Gawd Contract. Lets face it, Rex isn’t getting a second Pain for Pride main event.
Matt Daniels: Again, it was never about Rex getting into the Pain for Pride main event. I don’t care who’s in the match for the World Heavyweight Championship as long as they have earned it. If the Gold Rush tournament had gotten a chance to play out, then the winner would have definitely earned their place.
Veena Adams: You and I both know that Viz would have won that, and that’s what scared you. You didn’t want someone as controversial and as flamboyant as Viz to represent Voltage on the biggest stage of them all. I’m not sure why you feel so threatened by the Visual Prophet’s presence, but he is the real deal, Matty. For all of Viz’s anctics, and the dramatics, he can hold his own in that ring and is one of the best in the world. He has taken every single one of his opponents to their limit, and has pushed them past their breaking point. There has never been another man like Viz in Elite Answers Wrestling, and he is a once in a lifetime type of talent. You don’t appreciate him and what he’s done for this brand, and I know that you wanted to hold him back and make sure he never got any further than the New Breed Championship. But I’m going to tell you this, Matty. Viz isn’t shackled to that piece of tin anymore. He’s only going to get better, and now he can truly spread his wings and fly like the beautiful dove he is. I believe in Viz, and you need to believe in him as well. I think you should make The Visual Prophet versus Noah Reigner for the World Heavyweight Championship at Fighting Spirit.
(Veena smiles sweetly and clasps her hands behind her back.)
Matt Daniels: I haven’t decided who will challenge Noah at Fighting Spirit, but I will keep that in mind, Veena. You can go now.
(But Veena wasn’t ready to go.)
Veena Adams: If not Viz, then who? REX?!
Matt Daniels (rolling his eyes): Of course you would make that assumption.
Veena Adams: Well, if Rex defeats Noah you have the champion you want, and the person in the Pain for Pride main event that you want. Rex versus Impact one more time, for the World Heavyweight Championship. That script just fucking writes itself doesn’t it?! You certainly would never want someone like Viz to play spoiler for that, and that honestly makes me sick.
Matt Daniels: Veena, get the hell out of my office.
Veena Adams: Fine, but I’m going to ask you one more time. Are you going to make Noah versus Viz for the World Heavyweight Championship at Fighting Spirit?
(Matt narrows his eyes.)
Matt Daniels: And I’m going to tell you once again that I have not made up my mind about Noah’s challenger at Fighting Spirit. Now get out before I call security and have you thrown out.
(Veena’s pursed her lips, but she spun around on her designer heels and stalked out of the office. The cameras followed her as she made her way down the hallway. Eventually, Veena found Viz and Nina, and as soon as Viz saw the look on Veena’s face, his eyes narrowed.)
The Visual Prophet: Let me guess… he’s making the match Noah versus Rex?
Nina: How he not give bae a match?! Bae is future World Heavyweight Champion!
Veena Adams: Matty wouldn’t give me a definite answer, but we aren’t going to take any chances. I’m going to make the phone call, and I’m going to turn this fucking brand on its goddamn head. Vizzy, you get an army together. It’s Pain for Pride season and we’re not going to play games. We are going to take what you’re owed, Viz, and that’s every single spotlight shining brightly on you.
(Veena, Viz, and Nina exchanged looks with another and all three of them smiled at one another. Voltage fades to break.)
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(When Voltage returns from break, the viewing audience is taken back to the ringside area where Bella is waiting in the ring. “Stitch by Wage War sounds off throughout the arena as the newly crowned National Elite Champion, Jack Ripley walks onto the stage. The crowd bursts in cheers as he holds up the title for all to see. He pats his chest in a way to tell everyone how much they mean to him, and he makes his way down the ramp high-fiving everyone that he passes making sure not to miss anyone.)
Bella Braxton: Making his way to the ring, the NEWWW National Elite Champion… “The Straight Shooter” JAAAACCCKKK RIIIIIIPPPLEEYYYYY!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: Fuck this bitch dude. I’ve been dreading this match all night. Look at Ripley, all smug and shit. He doesn’t deserve that championship, that should still be around the chiseled waist of the President of the United States of Blaydemerica.
James Peters: After a hard fought match, Jack was able to impeach the lame duck President known as Jackson Blayde. Mercifully, his dictatorship is over. Jack worked very hard, and is finally where he belongs.
Rich Russillo: How dare you, you disgust me.. Move your chair 3 inches to the left, I need to save face, don’t want people knowing that I know you.. I’m embarrassed that I must sit in proximity to you right now. The President of Blaydemerica died for our sins this past Sunday, and all you can think about is yourself and this douche that is essentially a murderer.
James Peters: Will you shut up? Jack Ripley is looking for a microphone and seems like he’s going to address us all now!
Rich Russillo: Great.
(Bella hands Jack a microphone. The cheers are intense, and Jack seems a bit overwhelmed by the all the support of the fans.)
Jack Ripley: Wow, never would’ve expected something like this 4 months ago huh? HOW WE FEELING INDIA??!!
(The crowd pops again, as Jack stands in the ring with a big smile on his face.)
Jack Ripley: Time and time again Jack Ripley seemed to be someone that was beginning to become a name synonymous with failure. Ever since Pain For Pride last year, I was someone that continuously made bad decisions to appease a group of people that never even had my best interest in mind to begin with. That peer pressure thing is real, and it is a beast, I’ll tell you. Honestly, go back to Pain For Pride and I was on top of the world. I went into it a wreck, just losing my partner, just losing the Fatal Fourway to determine who went into the Openweight Championship match. I went into the 24/7 Battle Royal as the last option. The very last resort to get onto the card, and you know how that battle royal goes, it’s a clusterfuck. Everyone is getting tossed out randomly, and you never really can tell who’s in the damn thing until the very end. But, as luck would have it, I actually was able to be the one at the end, standing tall and victorious in my own hometown. But that would be the last good decision I made in a long, long time. What would follow was nothing short of manipulation and complacency. That 24/7 Battle Royal contract gave me the ability to cash in on any title I would choose. Any logical human being would go take the plunge and go for the World Championship, but with the 1% in my ear, I took the easy way out. Not only did I take the easy way out by cashing in on the Hardcore Championship and Johnny Ventura. I took the even easier way out by cashing in on him while he was in the middle of a match, and everything had been taken out of him. But that’s how it goes in the world of the 1%. Then as luck would have it and my motivation pretty much drained at that point, I went on to lose that title to someone who has had no success for the duration of his career, and subsequently got fired after failing at yet another match that would’ve helped my career at Road To Redemption. Little did I know my Road To Redemption would be much longer than expected, and stretched far beyond that one night. I was fired; a broken man that once stood on top of the world. But lucky for me, Captain Charisma and Voltage were willing to take a chance on me. I came all the way back and actually earned a spot in the King of Elite finals. I lost to Malcolm Jones again, but at least he didn’t pin me. Progress, right?
(Jack smirks in spite of himself.)
Jack Ripley: Everything to came to a head when Jordie decided to get involved in my career. She got brainwashed by the same guy that hit her in the head with a chair, and gave her a concussion. Maybe it’s just the concussion, but still, seeing your sister turn on your with the guy that tried tearing your family apart isn’t necessarily how you want to spend your Sunday nights. Though I won that match, I lost something more. But at least with that loss, I gained something. I made the most of the opportunity I got out of all that fuckery and I defeated Jackson Blayde at Grand Rampage. I’m here as a champion yet again. I can finally put the past behind me, and I can focus on the here and now. I don’t have to think about the 1%, I don’t have to think about Jordie. I don’t have to think about my past failures, because now, I have this.
(Jack lifts up the National Elite Championship and starts walking around the ring making sure to show it off to the entire audience.)
Jack Ripley: I plan to make this so much more than anything I’ve done in the past. I want to be known as the greatest National Elite Champion that has ever graced the squared circle. So how do I do that? Simple. Do everything in my power to make sure I don’t become who I was when I was PURE Champion. Take on everybody that wants a piece of me. Defend the title with honor and dignity. Treat everyone with the same level of importance, and make sure that they can’t get the upper hand on me due to mind games. That’s where I failed before. I saw everyone else as less than, thus making me easy pickings. I can’t get caught off guard if I expect the best from everyone. That’s what we all want right? You don’t become great by facing scrubs, so bring on everyone and I will show them all why I’m the National Elite Champion. As for the last National Elite Champion, Jackson Blayde, I will make sure that my title reign is nothing like his. I will not spread ignorance, and vanity throughout the world. I know that as champion I am representing much more than just myself when I’m out here, and even out there in the world off camera. I am the embodiment of not only EAW, but America with this title. Do I really want to make the whole country look like a bunch of douchebags by burying every other race, ethnicity and country that isn’t my own? Nope, because that doesn’t make sense to me. Everyone is a human, and everyone deserves respect. So on behalf of EAW, and the National Elite Championship, I’d like to say, we’re sorry about the mistake that was Jackson Blayde. We cannot change the past, all we can do is look forward and try to right the wrongs we allowed him to commit while he represented us. But hey, now you got the Straight Shooter at the helm, and what could be better than that?
(The crowd cheers again, and Jack just basks in it.)
Jack: So with that being said, lets get this show on the road. I’m ready to see what my opponent, Bowen Castillo, brings to the table!
(Jack drops the microphone and steps back, waiting for the arrival of his opponent.)
(‘Hungry Like the Wolf’ by Duran Duran starts playing to the crowds booing as the newest Voltage roster member, Bowen Castillo, makes his way to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: Making his way to the ring… From Clemson, South California… Weighing in at 197 pounds.. BOOOWENNNNN CASSSTIILLOO!!!!!!
James Peters: Bowen Castillo is making his debut here on Voltage, but it’s not going to be an easy one for him, I know that for sure.
Rich Russillo: You’re right, Bowen is facing the newly crowned National Elite champion, but you’ve gotta think, Jack may not be 100% after that match, and this is Bowen’s first. Do you think that’ll play a factor in this?
James Peters: I doubt it Rich, Jack is the best he’s been in a while, if not ever. Jack Ripley has been doing great this past year. First his defeat over Charlie Marr at Tempest, now his defeat over Jackson Blayde at Grand Rampage, crowning him the National Elite Champion!
Rich Russillo: You’re right about that! Jack has been doing great this year so far, but let’s see if Bowen has what it takes to change that!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: This match is now underway as Ripley and Bowen slowly approach each other, before starting the collar and elbow tie up! Ripley now with a hammerlock, but Bowen catches Jack with an elbow to the jaw, quickly forcing him to release the hold! The two once again begin to lock up, but Bowen is able to power Jack into the corner, and he holds him there until the referee is forced to split the two up, BUT BOWEN WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE OF THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION! Bowen with a cheeky grin as Jack holds the side of his fac-
Rich Russillo: YOU’LL FLOAT TOO- NO! Bowen rolled out of the ring, but Ripley is charging right at him! SUICIDE DIVE! Ripley running back into the ring, and it looks like he’s not finished there! A SECOND SUICIDE DIVE! Ripley now rolling Bowen back into the ring, and he quickly follows behind as he goes for a cover!
Rich Russillo: Bowen kicks out! Ripley now attempting to get him into a chinlock, but Bowen quickly gets to his feet, pushing Jack into the ropes! Jack now bouncing off of them, AND BOWEN HITS RIPLEY WITH A DROPKICK! Ripley now falling back into the corner as Bowen charges in, but Ripley moves out of the way, and he hits a German Suplex! Ripley picking Bowen up now and it looks like he’s going to attempt a second! BUT BOWEN WITH ANOTHER ELBOW TO JACK! Bowen now with a forearm to Jack! And a second! And a third! Jack’s down to one knee as Bowen now runs the ropes- BUT JACK LAYS HIM OUT WITH A HUGE LARIAT!
James Peters: Jack now running the ropes as Bowen gets to his feet, BUT BOWEN MEETS JACK WITH AN ARM DRAG! Bowen now with a headlock, and the Straight Shooter has nowhere to go, as the two are in the center of the ring! Wait though, Jack attempting to get to a knee, can Bowen keep him in the hold? Jack manages to get to his knee, AND THERE’S A BACK SUPLEX! Bowen crawling to the turnbuckles now, but Jack’s just been given a lot of time to recover! Jack now getting to his feet while Bowen is in the corner, and he charges in, WITH A FOREARM! Ripley now picking Bowen up, and he’s charging towards the opposite turnbuckles, BUT BOWEN GETS OUT OF RIPLEY’S ARMS JUST BEFORE RECEIVING THE LAWN DART, AND THERE’S A ROLL UP!
James Peters: JACK KICKS OUT AT TWO! But Bowen, THE BENNIE! THE BICYCLE KNEE CONNECTS AS BOWEN GOES FOR A SECOND COVER!
James Peters: BUT RIPLEY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Rich Russillo: Bowen with a frustrated look on his face, as he nearly put away the National Elite champion! A win here would do wonders for Bowen here tonight! Bowen picking Jack up now, and it looks like he’s ready to put this one away! Bowen looking towards the fans, grinning as they begin booing the California Playboy. Bowen now shifting his attention to Jack, and he lifts him up, THE ROUNDABOU- NO! HURRICANRANA, AND THERE’S THE COVER!
Rich Russillo: BOWEN KICKS OUT, BUT JACK CONNECTS WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Bowen wasted valuable time there paying attention to the crowd, but it’s too late now as Jack is going up to the top rope! What does he have in mind? BELIEVE IT OR NO- NO! BOWEN GOT THE KNEES UP, I THOUGHT THAT WAS IT, BUT BOWEN SAVED HIMSELF AND NOW HE’S ROLLING THE CHAMP UP!
Rich Russillo: JACK KICKS OUT, BUT BOWEN WITH A SECOND BENNIE, BUT JACK! JACK ROLLS OUT OF THE RING! Bowen can’t believe his eyes! Jack rolled out of the ring just before he was able to make the cover! Bowen now following behind Jack though, and now he’s assaulting the champion outside the ring! Bowen with multiple punches to the face of the Champion, but Bowen’s dragging him up now! AND HE THROWS JACK INTO THE RINGPOST! Bowen’s not done there, AS HE THROWS HIM INTO THE BARRICADE! Bowen’s lining him up now, and it looks like he wants to put Jack away for good! BOWEN CHARGES IN, THE BEN- NO! JACK MOVED OUT OF THE WAY, AND BOWEN WENT KNEE FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE!
James Peters: Jack now rolling back into the ring, and we’re at a count of four already! Can Bowen make it back?
James Peters: Bowen is crawling over to the apron, and it looks like he might!
James Peters: Bowen on the apron no- WAIT! OH MY GOD! JACK WITH A SLINGSHOT DDT ONTO THE APRON, AND BOTH MEN COLLAPSE OUTSIDE THE RING, RESTARTING THE COUNT!
Referee: One!.. Two!..
James Peters: What an impressive debut this has been so far for Bowen Castillo! He’s pushing Jack Ripley to the limit, but it looks like this might end here if neither man can get up, as that’s now a count of three!
Referee: Four!.. Five!..
James Peters: BUT WAIT! Jack’s budging! Jack’s starting to get up at a count of six!
Referee: Seven!.. Eight!
James Peters: Jack now dragging Bowen back into the ring, and that’s a count of nine!
James Peters: AND JACK MAKES IT BACK IN! Somehow Jack managed to bring Bowen back into the ring, and get himself back in before the ten count, and now Ripley is going for the pin!
James Peters: BOWEN KICKS OUT! Ripley now crawling over to the corner, and he’s waiting for Bowen to get to his feet! DAYLIGHT SLAYING TI- NO, BOWEN ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! THE HANSEN! NO, RIPLEY DUCKS UNDER IT AS BOWEN BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES! BACK BODY DROP BY RIPLEY! NO! BOWEN LANDED ON HIS FEET! HE’S READY FOR IT! THE HANSEN, IT CONNECTS THIS TIME! THE RUNNING LARIAT CONNECTS, AND THERE’S THE COVER! IS THAT ALL SHE WROTE FOR THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION!? WHAT A WIN THIS COULD BE FOR BOWEN!
Rich Russillo: JACK GOT THE ROPES! THE MATCH ISN’T OVER YET! BOWEN CAN’T BELIEVE HIS EYES! JACK SOMEHOW GOT THE ROPES! Bowen now urging for Jack to get to his feet! He wants to put Jack Ripley down, and just imagine the statement Bowen would be making if he defeats Jack right now! Jack, slowly makes it to his feet, THE JETS- NO! JACK DUCKS UNDER IT! YOU’LL FLOAT TOO! THE SUPERKICK CONNECTS, AND THERE’S THE COVER! IT LOOKS LIKE THAT’S IT FOR BOWEN!
(Ding! Ding! Ding)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner… THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION, JAAAAACCKK RRIIIPPPPLLEEYYYYY!!!!
James Peters: Valiant effort by Bowen Castillo, but the Straight Shooter once again is victorious! It’s a shame that Bowen’s first match had resulted in a loss, but congratulations to Jack Ripley for another victory!
Rich Russillo: Yeah, but what a debut by Bowen! Putting the champion to his absolute limit, I think Bowen will be just fin- OH MY GOD! IT’S, IT’S OSKAR! OSKAR WAGNER JUST BLINDSIGHTED THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION! OSKAR NOW THROWING JACK OUT OF THE RING, AND WHAT’S HE DOING? POWERBOMB OUTSIDE THE RING! BUT HE’S NOT DONE! HE LIFTS HIM UP AGAIN, AND THERE’S A POWERBOMB ONTO THE APRON!
James Peters: Oskar Wagner has just laid out the National Elite Champion by powerbombing him off the hardest part of the ring!!! AGAIN!! I WONDER IF JACKSON BLAYDE HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS?!
(Oskar stands over Jack, and clasps his hands behind his back. The crowd isn’t really sure how to reaction to what just happened. The camera takes a final look at the carnage caused by Oskar and Voltage fades into a commercial.)
(Commercial break for Shape Tape concealer by Tarte. It truly is Gawd’s greatest gift to the world of cosmetics.)
(Voltage returns from break and “Can I Live” by Jay-Z begins to blast throughout the building. The crowd shoots to its collective feet and the ovation is unlike anything heard so far tonight. White lights in the arena flicker to radiate so brilliantly it almost temporarily blinds the audience.)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… PLEASE WELCOME THE 8-TIME WORLD CHAMPION AND HALL OF FAMER… IMPACT!!!!
(Impact slowly walks onto the stage. He closes his eyes and takes in the reaction of the crowd, taking several steps down the ramp. After a moment, he opens his emotionless eyes and begins walking to the ring. He doesn’t acknowledge the crowd. Impact gets into the ring and Bella hands him the microphone. Rich and James are silent on commentary. Nothing really needs to be said by anyone once Impact is inside the ring. Once his music fades out, Impact begins to speak.)
Impact: I’m back.
(The crowd greets Impact with a mixed reaction, although he’s mostly greeted with cheers. Ever since King of Elite, the EAW Universe has been waiting for the 8-time World Champion to make his return, and at Grand Rampage he returned in a big way.)
Impact: When you’ve been in this business for as long as I have, sometimes you lack motivation. Whenever I look at the fake mother fuckers that frequent the lockerrooms these days, disappointment overwhelms me. Where’s the fuckin’ competition? This watered down product that we’re watching every week is Elite Answers Wrestling at its worst, and fuck anyone who tries to tell me differently. When a charmin soft bitch like Rex McAllister and an anorexic looking skeletal new generational headass fuck like Noah Reigner stand at the top of the company as the people worthy of one day being known as the best, it makes me physically sick to my stomach. Realistically, neither of them are worth my time, and honestly, no one currently in EAW is because all of these rosters are soft. I thought long and hard about when I’d get my ass up and out of my recliner, and that overwhelming urge to get inside the ring and crush every single inferior piece of shit that steps across from me never came. I wanted it too, but nothing brought that desire out of me. It wasn’t until Lethal Consequences finessed his way into a World Heavyweight Championship opportunity that I started to pay a little more attention. Surely there was no fucking way LC was going to be the person to defeat Noah Reigner, and take away the championship he unceremoniously stole from me, or would he? I’ll be honest, LC as the number one contender and possible champion heading into Pain for Pride got my mind going. I have always gotten up for Pain for Pride, because as a professional wrestler that’s the show you want to compete on. There is no bigger stage, as cliche as that sounds. The biggest stage deserves the greatest Elitist of all time on it, and there’s no other possible match I could possibly compete in than one for the World Heavyweight Championship.
It was never anything personal towards Lethal Consequences. Business is business, but I’m sure he’s going to hold it against me because LC wanted the championship, and he had Noah on the ropes. But I just know that if I’m going to Pain for Pride to compete for the World Heavyweight Championship, there’s only one person I want to face and that’s Noah Reigner. Since King of Elite, Noah has walked around with my championship on his shoulder, puffed out his chest, and bitched at everyone who would listen that he is the greatest thing to ever step foot inside the ring. I beg to differ when it comes to that because my results speak for themselves. There is no better Elitist than yours truly, and at Pain for Pride, I’m going to put an end to Noah Reigner’s championship reign. Not much has changed since the last time I faced off against Noah. He still lacks the champion’s mentality needed to truly shatter glass ceilings here and cement yourself as an all-time great. He still makes excuses for his shortcomings and refuses to see anything past his own ego. Noah Reigner continues to be blind, and because of his utter refusal to see reality, he is going to suffer an absolute crushing defeat once we finally come face to face at Pain for Pride. I can’t wait to hear his reaction to my actions at Grand Rampage too. Noah will spout the typical garbage about me having a Gawd Contract to get championship shots that I apparently don’t deserve. He will accuse me of falling back on my name and whatever I’ve done in the past, and I’m sure that he will still somehow refuse to believe that someone who’s been a staple in EAW from the beginning could possibly keep up with this ‘high’ level he claims to compete at. It’s going to be a shocking dose of reality when he crumbles underneath the pressure of walking into Pain for Pride as the World Heavyweight Champion and headliner. I know Fighting Spirit is around the corner, and I know Noah will be defending my championship against some undeserving fuck on this roster. If Xander Payne can somehow get a world championship opportunity, then who fucking knows who’ll face Noah come Fighting Spirit. Noah’s ego won’t allow him to lose a match right before Pain for Pride, especially one that will cost him exactly what he claims to have been working for all along. I’m sure of that. So whatever happens at Fighting Spirit will be irrelevant to me because one way or another, I’m going to decimate and destroy the man who claims to be ‘The Assault Rifle.’
(Impact drops the microphone and his theme music starts to play again. The camera takes a final look at Impact before cutting to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Coca Cola Orange Vanilla, which honestly is kind of disgusting. However, it’s a product that is fully endorsed by Jax Walker, of The Roundtable. Harlow Reichert must like it.)
(Voltage returns and everyone inside the building gets ready for the next match of the evening. Bella flashes the camera a smile as she raises the microphone to her mouth.)
Bella Braxton: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!
(‘It Follows’ by Cane Hill blasts through the speakers as the crowd ERUPTS with a loud mixed reaction. Both Xander Payne and Myles make their way through the curtain with their newly won Unified Tag Team Championships and stand on the stage soaking in the reception before making their way down to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by MYLES, from Brampton, Canada, weighing in tonight TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY POUNDS!!!… HE IS ONE HALF OF THE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!… XANDER PAAAAAAAYNE!!!!!
James Peters: Did you think they could do it, Rich?
Rich Russillo: I don’t think anyone expected them to be able to work together well enough to come out of Grand Rampage with those championships, but The Wildcards proved everyone wrong. It was one hell of a contest; all three team brought their best, but it wasn’t The Revolution or The Jaded Hearts that walked away as Champions – it was these two.
James Peters: But, talk about being taken out of the oven and placed into the fryer tonight! Just a week out from that gruelling match at Grand Rampage – Xander Payne is forced to square off against one of the scariest men on all of Voltage!
Rich Russillo: I don’t know what Xander has done to prepare, but there’s no doubt that he looks confident. It’ll be interesting to see if that confidence remains after that first ch… I can’t even bring myself to think about it. Good luck, Xander!
(Xander stands in the ring as “It Follows” fades out; Xander hands his half of the Unified Tag Team Championship to Myles and turns his attention towards the stage as the lights throughout the arena dim to almost complete darkness as “Symphony No. 9 – Allegro Con Fuoco” by Antonin Dvorak hits. Oskar Wagner slowly makes his way through the curtain to almost silence; the thousands jam packed inside the Gandhi Indoor Stadium in awe of the behemoth of a man.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing his opponent from Hamburg, Germany, weighing in tonight at THREE HUNDRED AND TEN POUNDS!!!… HE CALLS HIMSELF “DAS WRESTLER”!!!… OSKAR WAAAAAAGNEEEERRR!!!!
Rich Russillo: It’s scary to think about what Xander may be about to go through tonight, James…
James Peters: This man has done absolutely nothing but impress from his first night here on Voltage. Two matches, two champions beaten. But, you’re right about something, Rich – what this man does is scary. I have never, ever seen a man destroy another man’s chest with a mere chop, let alone the power that the man holds. Xander tonight is going to have to be completely focused, one small mistake could prove disastrous.
Rich: I might just close my eyes.
(Oskar confidently stands on the apron, both arms behind his back. He looks directly at Xander who looks unfazed before he enters the ring, takes off his trench coat and the referee calls for the bell.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: The bell rings and this contest is OFFICIALLY underway! Oskar Wagner immediately stepping forward towards the center of the ring as Xander slowly takes a step forward of his own. Xander surveying the situation, seeing that he’s not the larger competitor tonight. Xander stands before Oskar and smiles… Xander is laughing, Rich!
Rich Russillo: Don’t do anything stupid, Xander.
James Peters: XANDER WITH AN OPEN HAND SLAP ACROSS THE FACE OF OSKAR WAGNER! OSKAR DIDN’T BUDGE – BEFORE HE LATCHES ONTO THE THROAT OF XANDER PAYNE! Xander with a kick to the knee of Das Wrestler! Xander with second, trying to cut down with giant redwood – BUT OSKAR PUSHES HIM BACK AND CRACK!!!! OSKAR WAGNER ALMOST COLLAPSING THE CHEST OF XANDER PAYNE WITH THAT CHOP!!! That chop dropping Xander straight down to his hands and knees – even Myles is clutching at his chest just watching that!
Rich Russillo: It never gets any easier to watch, man. Xander pushing himself back up to his feet, sucking in a deep breath after all that air was knocked out of his lungs! Oskar is there to meet him and pushes him straight back into the corner – OH NO, NOT AGAIN!!! XANDER DODGES!!!! Xander fires back with a forearm to the jaw! Oskar pushes Xander back, but Xander isn’t gone for long! Xander knocks Oskar back into the corner with a running forearm! Xander grabs Oskar by the arm and looks to send him across the ring – but, Oskar is far too strong!
James Peters: Oskar is able to block, pulling Xander back in and latches back around the throat of Xander! OSKAR POWERS XANDER UP INTO THE AIR, BUT XANDER COUNTERS WITH A KNEE OF THE JAW TO OSKAR ON THE WAY UP! Xander drops back down onto his feet and Oskar is stunned! Look! Xander locks the waist and tries to send Wagner overhead with a German Suplex! Wagner blocks again – AND FIRES BACK WITH A VICIOUS ELBOW THAT CATCHES XANDER PAYNE FLUSH! Xander falls back into the ropes and stumbles forward AND OSKAR CRACKS HIM WITH A BIG BOOT SENDING XANDER ROLLING TO THE OUTSIDE!!!
Rich Russillo: Xander needs to try something different; he’s not going to be able to out power Wagner. Myles meeting his partner who’s pushing himself back up to a vertical base. Wagner just standing in the middle of the ring with his arms behind his back! Xander called that ring his land during the week and Oskar is proving himself to be the man who very well may conquer it! Xander hesitantly getting back into the ring as Oskar just watches; Xander needs to new strategy…
James Peters: And Xander offers Oskar Wagner a test of strength?… Even Oskar seems confused, Rich.
Rich Russillo: He has to have something planned! Oskar reaching his hand and meets Xander’s! BUT, XANDER DROPS DOWN AND SHOOTS FORWARD! Xander locks the waist again, and again Oskar swings back with that elbow, but Xander this time has it scouted! WOW! XANDER USES OSKAR’S OWN MOMENTUM OF SWINGING BACK ELBOW BACK WITH SO MUCH FORCE AND SENDS HIM OVERHEAD WITH A SAITO SUPLEX!!! Xander is able to take the larger Wagner off his feet!
James Peters: But, Oskar isn’t down for long! XANDER IS BACK UP AND SHOOTS FORWARD! BIG BOOT BY WAGNER! XANDER DUCKS UNDERNEATH!! XANDER LOCKS THE WAIST FOR THE THIRD TIME – AND THIS TIME IS ABLE TO SEND OSKAR OVERHEAD WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!! OSKAR IS ALREADY BACK TO HIS FEET AND – AND MEETS XANDER PAYNE ANOTHER BRUTAL, BRUTAL CHOP TO THE CHEST OF XANDER PAYNE!!!!
Rich Russillo: WOW! Xander falls back, but Oskar catches his arm and pulls him into a European Uppercut! Xander falls back into the corner as Oskar grabs him by both hands around the throat AND LAUNCHES HIM ACROSS THE RING WITH A TOSS!!! Xander crashes down to the canvas as Oskar stalks from the corner as Payne stumbles back to his feet! SHOTGUN DROPKICK!!! XANDER SHOT BACK INTO THOSE TURNBUCKLES!!! A THREE HUNDRED POUNDER SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO MOVE LIKE THAT!!!
James Peters: Xander’s spine jarring in pain as Oskar gets back to his feet; he’s not content with the damage that he has already caused. Oskar dragging Xander back to his feet and launches him back into the corner! Xander tries to fight back – BUT, FREAKING HELL!!! THOSE CHOPS NEVER GET ANY EASIER TO WATCH!!! The look of absolute agony crossing the face of Xander as Oskar Wagner powers him up to the top rope! Oskar follows him up and pulls him in with the double underhook! OSKAR LOOKING TO SEND XANDER OFF THE TOP WITH A BUTTERFLY SUPLEX – BUT, XANDER FIGHTS!!! OSKAR WITH A CLUBBING SHOT TO THE SPINE, BUT XANDER POPS UP WITH A HARD RIGHT HAND!!!
Rich Russillo: Xander needs to fight! Xander with a forearm! A second! A third! BUT, OSKAR CRACKS BACK WITH A HEADBUTT!! YOU COULD HEAR THE SOUND OF SKULL MEETING SKULL!! Xander falls back! Myles watching below as Oskar grabs him in and looks to apply that double underhook! BUT, XANDER WITH A SHOT OF ADRENALINE COUNTERS!! XANDER HOOKS THE LEG OF OSKAR AND POOOOWERS HIM UP!!! FISHERMAN BUSTER FROM THE MIDDLE ROPE!!!! BOTH MEN CRASHING DOWN TO THE CANVAS, BUT FOR THE FIRST TIME TONIGHT OSKAR LOOKS LIKE HE’S DAMAGED!!!
James Peters: This is Xander’s best chance! Myles willing his partner into the cover, but Xander pots against it! Xander looks at the dazed and downed Oskar Wagner before rolling onto the apron! Xander looking to do all he can to keep Oskar down! Xander willing himself back to the top rope! Oskar is stirring – Xander needs to strike now! XANDER IS PERCHED – 450 SPLASH!!!!! XANDER PAYNE INCREDIBLY BRINGING DOWN THAT TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY POUND FRAME DOWN ONTO HIS OPPONENT IN SPECTACULAR FASHION!!! XANDER COVERS!!!!
ONE!!!!… TWO!!!!… KICKOUT!!!!
Rich Russillo: OSKAR POWERS OUT!!!
James Peters: But, you can hear Myles! Xander needs to finish him! He may not get this opportunity again! Xander willing himself back to his feet, and he agrees with Myles! It’s time to put away the German! Xander turns back to Oskar – and he’s already back to a knee! BUT, XANDER DOESN’T HESITATE WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE JAW! OSKAR DOESN’T DROP, BUT XANDER PULLS HIM IN AND TRAPS THE ARMS!!! XANDER LOOKING FOR THAT PAYNEKILLER, BUT OSKAR HAS TO BE TOO BIG!!! OSKAR SENDS XANDER PAYNE OVERHEAD WITH A BACK BODY DROP!!!
Rich Russillo: Oskar shaking out the cobwebs as Payne pushes himself back up! BIG BOOT FROM OSKAR!!! PAYNE DUCKS!!! ANOTHER SUPERKICK!!!! THAT CATCHES OSKAR FLUSH ON THE JAW!!! XANDER GRABS OSKAR… AND POOOOWERS HIM UP INTO THE FIREMAN’S CARRY POSITION!!!! WHAT STRENGTH FROM ONE HALF OF THE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS – BUT – BUT, OSKAR SLIDES OFF THE BACK OF THE SHOULDERS!!!! OSKAR WITH A CHOKEHOLD!!! OSKAR TRAPS XANDER IN A REAR NAKED CHOKE!!!
James Peters: XANDER IS TRYING TO FIGHT!!!
Rich Russillo: BUT, THAT CHOKE IS LOCKED IN DEEP!!! XANDER GOING BEET RED AS HE TRIES TO WILL HIMSELF TOWARDS THE ROPES!!! XANDER IS FADING – AND OSKAR TRANSITIONS!!!! OSKAR HAS XANDER PAYNE SET AND POWERS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!!!!! POWERBOMB!!!!! XANDER PAYNE EMPHATICALLY DRIVEN BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!!!! OSKAR WAGNER COVERS!!!
ONE!!!!… TWO!!!!… THRE–
James Peters: JACK RIPLEY JUST HIT THE RING! OSKAR WAGNER LAID RIPLEY OUT FOR THE SECOND TIME EARLIER TONIGHT AND THE STRAIGHT SHOOTER WANTS REVENGE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Rich Russillo: THE REFEREE IS CALLING FOR THE BELL AND MYLES GRABS XANDER, PULLING HIM OUT OF THE RING. THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS RETREAT UP THE RAMP AS OSKAR WAGNER THROWS JACK RIPLEY OFF OF HIM! OSKAR CLIMBS BACK TO HIS FEET AND RIPLEY GOES FOR YOU’LL FLOAT TOO!
James Peters: OSKAR EATS THE SUPERKICK BUT HE DOESN’T GO DOWN! A LOOK OF SHOCK REGISTERS ACROSS JACK’S FACE! HE THROWS ANOTHER SUPERKICK BUT OSKAR CATCHES HIS FOOT! OSKAR SPINS JACK AROUND!
Rich Russillo: HE JUST CAVED JACK’S CHEST IN WITH THAT MASSIVE CHOP! RIPLEY HITS THE MAT AND OSKAR GRABS JACK!!! JACK IS FIGHTING BACK WITH RIGHTS AND LEFTS AND LISTEN TO THIS CROWD! THEY ARE GOING TO INSANE FOR THE RIP DADDY RIGHT NOW! HERE COMES SECURITY TO BREAK THIS FIGHT UP, RIGHT AS RIPLEY FIGHTS OUT OF THE POWER BOMB! OSKAR LOOKS TO CATCH JACK WITH ANOTHER CHOP BUT RIPLEY DUCKS! SECURITY HITS THE RING AND SEVERAL OF THEM GRAB JACK!!!
James Peters: SECURITY GOES TO GRAB OSKAR WAGNER, BUT HE MERELY SHRUGS THEM OFF! DAS WRESTLER IS GLARING A HOLE AT JACK RIPLEY RIGHT NOW, AND THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION LOOKS PISSED!
Rich Russillo: FUCK JACK RIPLEY! HE STOLE THE PRESIDENT’S CHAMPIONSHIP AND HE DESERVES WHATEVER REPERCUSSIONS HE GETS! IF THAT MEANS OSKAR WAGNER GETS TO MAKE AN EXAMPLE OUT OF HIM, THEN I AM ALL FOR IT! LETS GO OSKAR!!!!
(Jack struggles to break free of security, but Oskar simply gets out of the ring. He’s more than proven his point here tonight. “Symphony No. 9 – Allegro Con Fuoco” by Antonin Dvorak hits as Oskar stands on the ground, looking up at an angry Jack inside the ring. Jack has stopped fighting, but he’s shouting things down at Oskar that aren’t picked up by the camera. Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Geico insurance. The little gecko is the cutest thing in the world, to be honest.)
(Immediately after returning to the ring, the lights fade and a solid purple color washes over the arena before InnerPartySystem’s “Don’t Stop” hits the P.A. System. Once the first verse begins, a white spotlight shines down onto the entrance way and from behind the curtain, out walks Evelyn Ridley. Followed closely by Cameron Church, who stops on the opposite side of the walkway from Evelyn. They both wait only a couple of seconds before the EAW World Heavyweight Champion, Noah Reigner emerges and steps into the spotlight. Noah stops between them, letting the lights catch and reflect off of his Championship that’s wrapped around his waist.)
Rich Russillo: The match between Noah Reigner and Lethal Consequences was on the verge of being a classic, match of the year candidate – maybe. That is until Impact showed up and attacked them both causing a no contest. Impact would then send a message, hitting Noah with his own Kill Shot before making Impact versus Reigner official for Pain for Pride, thanks to the GAWD contract.
James Peters: Noah doesn’t look too happy about the entire situation, especially the fact that Impact showed up and attacked him – again. One can only imagine that the Champion is going to address Impact tonight.
Rich Russillo: It takes balls to address a legend, a hall of famer, and an icon like Impact. But I don’t blame Noah for being upset, though. I would be if someone came out in my match, and embarrassed me.
(By now – Noah, Evelyn and Cameron have all walked down the ramp and entered the ring. Noah’s removed his championship from his waist and slung it over his shoulder, before grabbing a microphone. His music fades to an end and the lights return to normal at the same rate as the song disappearing. Once all was quiet, Noah brought the microphone up to his lips.)
Noah Reigner: Last week, everyone watched my videos and listened to me say the words that this week, I would stand in front of you – still the World Heavyweight Champion. And here I am, but not the way I envisioned it. I didn’t picture some washed up fool to come in and stick his nose in my business, although he seems to have a certain knack for that – and gets off on it. I didn’t picture remaining the Champion because of a no contest. What I meant was that I would successfully retain my championship against LC. The match itself? I’ll give it to Consequences, he brought everything he had. He hit me with every move and tactic he had, and nothing worked. In the end, I would have been here regardless – because LC couldn’t put me away. Too much heart, too much determination to remain the World Champion. Too much heart to put me away. You tried your best, LC, but you can thank your old pal, Impact, for screwing you out of a decisive result for the match. But the fact remains the same, as it would have should the match continued and finished properly..
(Noah paused with a smirk.)
Noah Reigner: .. And STILL the World Heavyweight Champion. Noah Reigner.
(The fans actually gave a mixed reaction. Noah was arrogant, cocky, an all around douchebag, but there are people in the EAW that are more despised, for sure.)
Noah Reigner: And the simple fact that I have this championship on my shoulder is the cause for a lot of jealousy with the boys in the back. Let’s talk about that, shall we? No one ever expected me to win the Cash in the Vault briefcase last year, and when I did – it was met with a lot of backlash. Jealousy, because all of those other people who were ‘primed’ to win, buckled and ate shit. Lars Grier was salty because I had something he wanted, so he came at me like a bat out of hell after I was drafted to Voltage – claiming that I wasn’t ready, that I didn’t deserve it. I proved him, and everyone else wrong when I beat his ass and sent him sniffing around the open weight division like a stray dog looking for scraps to feed on. Fast forward to just before King of Elite. I picked up momentum and it was only a matter of time before I had my hands on the World Heavyweight Championship, and history repeated itself. Impact showed up, cost me the title against Rex – saying I didn’t deserve it because HE deserved it. A man who had done shit all, all year, suddenly deserves it? Impact challenged me, banned the Kill Shot, and still lost. And this is the man that deserves the World title, ladies and gentlemen. A man who had to fall back on a piece of shit contract in order to get a title match, because he can’t earn it himself. .. King of Elite came, and he managed to choke out Rex. Good job. He won the title. But there is something he didn’t quite understand – that it was MY time. I cashed in my briefcase, kicked him in the goddamn face and TOOK what I deserved. And jealousy has taken over. First it was LC, pitching a fit and demanding a shot or else he’s going to walk. Feeling like he’s been passed up and passed over – which, to be fair, he has been. Not because of nepotism, but due to the fact that for the last year I have busted my ass and EARNED my way here. And now, surprise surprise, Impact. Jealous that I’m still standing at the top, and he isn’t. Jealous that I’m the talk of the town, the top guy around here – and he’s nothing more than a memory, and not even a fond one at that. He wants the spotlight, even though it’s far from deserved. So – just like LC – he’s upset that he’s not the focal point of this company anymore. So he attacks me and uses that stupid contract to make his own title match at Pain for Pride. I would be lying if I said I was shocked..
(Noah stopped for a moment.)
Noah Reigner: How many times are we going to do this, though? Allow those stupid contracts to enable a select few people to do whatever they want? How many times are we going to hear stupid chants and talk of hashtag-X number of-reignz until Impact gets the fucking hint? No one cares about you, anymore. You’re a shell of your former self, and it shows more and more every time your slow, flabby ass gets into this ring. You need to get it through your thick-ass head that this isn’t the EAW of yester-year anymore. This isn’t the same company, or environment where you dominated in the past. You tried to throw your weight around before, Imp. You tried against me, and failed miserably. You tried and you ended up pinned, even after you banned my signature finish – because you were scared of having your teeth kicked down your throat. How many times are you going to walk in and out of partial-retirement to come back, wave a contract around for a title match that you don’t deserve, and get your ass beaten by a member of the new era of EAW? You don’t know when to quit – you don’t know when to hang up the boots, Imp. You’re too dense to realize that this company doesn’t need you anymore. You’ve past your peak, you’ve overstayed your welcome, and to be blunt – you’re just an annoyance now. Nothing you have done impresses me, Imp. The ‘ethers’ you drop on people are the only thing newsworthy about you because your talent? It’s sub-par, obviously on the decline from your prime. But, when will you learn that verbal assaults don’t equate to in-ring wins? When will you learn that insults can, and will, be shrugged off when you’re against people like me that don’t give a shit about any of that? Your match with Rex at King of Elite, you had to be carried to the end by McAllister and caught a lucky break when you choked him out with that singapore cane. I’m going to tell you right here, right now — there will be no lucky breaks at Pain for Pride. You want this match? You got it, you sorry sack of shit. Hashtag-9reignz will not be happening, I’m going to say that much to you. The only thing that’s going to happen is you’re going to get your ass kicked – AGAIN – and I’ll send you back to the retirement home where you should have been a long ass time ago. You doubted me once, Imp, and you found out good and well that House Always Wins. Nothing has changed. House Reigner was built to last, and the ‘Impact’ you once had on this company – is no longer felt. You’re just plain ol’ Karlisle to me now, scrub..
(Just before Noah could continue, he’s cut off by an unmistakable – yet completely ripped off – guitar riff. The lyrics of “Real Blaydemerican” start up and out walks the former National Elite champion – Jackson Blayde, with Jazmin following close behind. He has a smug grin on his face and a microphone in his hand. His music cuts off almost immediately when he stops. Inside of the ring, Noah stares down his rival while Evelyn and Cameron discuss between themselves, asking what Jackson thinks he’s doing.)
Jackson Blayde: Are you done? K, good. While I was back there listening to your RIVETING speech, I couldn’t help but… fall asleep. I know, you’re all up in arms about Impact and that you’re focused on that match at Pain for Pride, but I need to stop you for a second and remind you about Fighting Spirit. Did you forget about that, champ? Well, while your rambling on about Impact and Pain for Pride, I’m thinking .. you don’t have a challenger for that championship at Fighting Spirit. Yes. I could challenge for MY National Elite championship since that’s guaranteed, but I would much rather take that title from you. The National Elite champion, well … he’s been taken care of, and as fun as picking up the scraps would be — I would much rather bring THAT championship to Blaydemerica! .. Now, before you interrupt me to go on a long, boring tangent about how you’ve beaten me X amount of times and how I don’t deserve it .. shut your lips. The Jackson Blayde that you’ve beaten before, he’s dead. He’s long gone, and standing before you is the PRESIDENT OF BLAYDEMERICA, the greatest Nation IN THE WORLD. My National Elite championship run was stuff of LEGEND, and now is my time to take my next step. Now is the time for me to make the next logical step in my career – and that is by winning the World Championship. And what a story it will be, taking that title off of your scrawny little shoulder. The man who I entered the company with at the same time – the man who’s SUPPOSEDLY beaten me several times – reduced to being another pest eliminated. Another victim conquered by BLAYDEMERICA. House Reigner will be reduced to crumble and ashes, and Blaydemerica will become GLOBAL! .. So let’s make this official, you emo-tinted hair having bitch. Fighting Spirit – you and me for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Noah Reigner: Fuck you, Jackson. You want this title too? Line up, I’ll shoot you down like I have in the past. You’re on.
( “Don’t Stop” hits again when Noah drops the mic with a thud. Cameron steps forward, talking to Noah in his ear. Evelyn stares a hole straight into Jackson and Jazmine, who stand at the top of the ramp – smiling. Voltage fades to its final commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Hooters. Clearly you go there for the wings, right?)
(Voltage returns from break and cuts to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
(‘Enemy Strike’ by Yuki Hayashi blasts through the speaker to a huge pop from the crowd. Myles steps onto the stage, scanning the horizon with his EAW Unified Tag Team Championship around his waist before walking down the ramp )
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST!! From Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 208 pounds… HE IS ONE-HALF OF THE EAW UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!!! MYYYYYYLLLLLLLLESSSSSSSSSS
Rich Russillo: This is the first match where Myles will be competing like a champion here on EAW television and he will be facing a man who is one of the best here on the gold brand. Myles has been known for overcoming the odds, pulling a surprise over Xander Payne and Drake King and another one at Grand Rampage, where he won the EAW Unified Tag Team Championships with Xander Payne by his side.
James Peters: All the hard work, blood, sweat, and tears have led up to Grand Rampage and now Myles is riding the wave. We are on the road to Payne For Pride 2 ft. Myles and Myles must ride into the event with momentum and impressive defeats.
(‘Still Unbroken’ by Lynyrd Skynyrd blares throughout the arena while Rex McAllister appears on the ramp, posing as the crowd cheers for him. He walks down the ramp with a determined look on his face.)
Rich Russillo: Rex McAllister was apart of the many individuals who failed to walk out the Melbourne Cricket Ground as the 2019 Grand Rampage winner, but he told me earlier, he has moved on from that loss and looking forward to facing Myles. The Rex Master will be facing Myles, a man who currently holds championship gold and we all know, Rex is all too familiar when it comes to championship gold.
( DING! DING! DING! )
James Peters: We are underway with this match and the crowd begins to settle as Rex McAllister and Myles prepare for this match. It is almost certain we are about to get a classic from these two. They begin to tour around the ring, quick on their feet as they initiate a collar-and-elbow tie-up.
Rich Russillo: Rex doesn’t go for the initiation, going for a headlock. The trapped Myles attempts to push Rex into the ropes, but Rex holds onto him, keeping the lock tight onto him. Myles pushes him into another direction, off the ropes and forces Rex to release the hold, he rolls off on this feet as Myles charges into him.
James Peters: Myles runs into him, Rex dodges him as Myles rebounds off the ropes. DROPKICK!!! Myles keeps one hand on the ropes, holding onto it and avoiding the dropkick as Rex is planted onto the canvas. Myles with a smirk on his face, runs the ropes directly in front of Rex, back into him AND IS MET WITH A DROPKICK THAT CONNECTS!!!!
Rich Russillo: Myles lands on the canvas, rolling over to the corner, caught off guard from the dropkick from Rex. The Soldier returns to his feet and Myles circles around his waist, grabbing it, but Rex whacks his wrists away. Myles’ wrist is released from the wrist hold as Rex sends his shoulder back! But, Myles ducks it and smashes his fist across the jaw of Rex! Rex is temporarily stunned!
James Peters: Myles rebounds off the ropes, running back into Rex as he IS PICKED UP OFF HIS FEET!! REX SPINS HIM AROUND, AND CRUSHES HIS SPINE ONTO HIS KNEE!! TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!! COVER!!!
Rich Russillo: Myles kicks out at one! Rex beginning to pick him up, pulling Myles to his feet, whipping him towards the ropes. Myles rebounds back to Rex, grabbing his head and forcing it down onto the canvas! Myles sprints past Rex, bouncing off the ropes! MYLES CHARGES INTO REX!! REX LIFTS HIM UP!!! AND OVER!!!! BELLY TO BELLY OVERHEAD SUPLEX!!!
James Peters: Myles is planted onto the canvas and on instinct, slides out of the ring as Rex joins him at ringside! Rex grabs his left arm, pulling it towards him and propelling him into the apron! But Myles puts his left foot forward, preventing from the collision to occur. Rex sprints into him, Myles lifts him over his head!
Rich Russillo: Rex is popped up over and onto the barricade as Myles holds him in a powerbomb position, but Rex holds onto the barricade. Myles releases the hold, grabbing Rex’s head, pulling it under! SUPERKICK TO THE JAW OF REX!!!! REX IS OUT AS MYLES HOISTS HIM, PICKING HIM OFF THE BARRICADE AS HE HAS HIM IN A POWERBOMB POSITION!!!
James Peters: Myles has McAllister in a precarious position! HE RUNS WITH HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS!!!! AND TOSSES HIM INTO THE BARRICADE!!! RUNNING POWERBOMB ONTO THE BARRICADE!!! Myles not letting him rest, rolling Rex into the ring and climbing up the turnbuckles! Myles is perched! HE SOARS!!! FROG SPLASH!!! THE FROG SPLASH ONTO REX CONNECTS!!
Rich Russillo: Rex gets his shoulder up! Myles draws McAllister up to his feet, grabbing his tights and lifting him up! Rex hops over Myles’ head, landing on his feet as Myles turns around! BACK SHOULDER TO THE JAW OF MYLES!!!! Myles stumbles to his knees as Rex runs the ropes! MYLES FOLLOWS HIM AND CONNECTS WITH A BICYCLE KICK!!!! Rex reels into the ropes as Myles dashes into the ropes, running back into Rex! THEY MEET IN THE MIDDLE!! CLOTHESLINE!! NO!! MYLES FLIPPED OVER REX’S ARM, PICKING HIM UP IN A POWERBOMB POSITION!!!! STANDING POWERBOMB!!!
James Peters: MYLES ISN’T DONE!! HE LIFTS REX BACK UP!!!! HE SPINS AROUND WITH HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS!!! SPINNING SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!!! COVER!!
James Peters: KICK OUT!! Rex got his shoulder up and frustration is starting to sink in for Myles! He grabs Rex and tosses him over the top rope. Rex holds on to the top rope, pulling himself back up onto the apron as Myles walks over to the ropes, stepping on to the middle rope and grabbing him!
Rich Russillo: Rex, however, picks him up, lifting Myles in a vertical suplex! This isn’t what Myles was looking for! But Myles gets out of the hold, landing onto the apron as he SUPERKICKS REX!! Rex holds onto the ropes with one hand, hanging from the apron as Myles takes a few steps back, rushing into Rex! REX WITH A JUMPING HIGH KNEE, SHATTERING THE JAW OF MYLES!!!
Jame Peters: Myles is staggered on the apron as Rex reels through the ropes, back into the ring as he runs into the ropes! HE CHARGES INTO MYLES!!! AND SPEARS HI- NO!!! MYLES MOVED OUT OF THE WAY, CAUSING REX TO GO FLYING THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE, CRASHING INTO THE APRON IN A SITUATION WHERE HE COULDN’T PROTECT HIMSELF!!
Rich Russillo: Myles steps back into the ring, running the ropes! HE SOARS OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! TOPE CON HILO!!!!!! MYLES GOES CRASHING DOWN ONTO REX MCALLISTER!!!! Myles lands onto his feet, raising his hands as the crowd cheers him on! Myles bringing his A game in this match tonight as he pushes Rex into the ring.
James Peters: Myles picks him up in a Canadian rack! HE IS LOOKING FOR THE CANADIAN RACK DDT!! HE SPINS HIM AROUND!!!! DDT!! NO!!! REX LANDS ON HIS FEET, COUNTERING IT AS HE PICKS MYLES UP!!! OLYMPIC SLAM!!! THE OLYMPIC SLAM CONNECTS AS REX GOES FOR THE COVER!!
Rich Russillo: KICK OUT!! Rex rolls out to the apron as Myles slowly makes his way up to his feet. Rex is gripping the top rope, he hops onto the top rope, springboarding off! SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK!! NO!! MYLES CATCHES HIM!! POWERBOMB!!! MYLES KEEPS HIMSELF STANDING, ROLLING REX OVER!!!! MYLES CHARGES INTO THE KNEELING REX!!! RUNNING KNEE STRIKE, NO!!!! Rex dodges it! PELEE KICK!!!
James Peters: The Pele kick connects to the face of Myles as Rex picks him up in a fireman’s carry! Myles reverses it, getting out of the hold as jumping onto the head of Rex! INVERTED FRANKENSTEINER!! NO!!! REX HOLDS ONTO HIM!!!! Rex has him hanging from his arms! REX LIFTS HIM UP UPWARDS!! INVERTED ALABAMA SLAM!!!
Rich Russillo: Myles went from being hung upside down to being slammed into the canvas! Rex climbs up the turnbuckles with his back faced towards Myles, he is at the top! HE SOARS!!! MOONSAULT!!!! COVER!!
James Peters: MYLES GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!! What a sensational moonsault from Rex McAllister, but it wasn’t enough to put The Soldier away! McAllister back on the move, picking Myles up and positioning him on the top turnbuckle. What in the hell is Rex thinking in his mind? They both are at the top turnbuckle as Rex has his arms wrapped around the waist of Myles! Don’t do this Rex! REX LIFTS OVER!!! AVALANCHE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!
Rich Russillo: NO!!!! MYLES FLIPPED OVER THE SHOULDERS OF REX, GETTING OUT OF THE GRASP OF REX AS HE LANDS ONTO HIS FEET!! MYLES’ LEFT KNEE BUCKLES AS REX RUSHES INTO HIM!! REX CLOSES IN WITH A CLOTHESLINE, BUT MISSES AS MYLES DUCKS IT!!
James Peters: Myles is fighting with one leg as Rex turns around, met with a flurry of strikes to his chest! Myles continues the combination with a spinning kick to the chest! BUT REX CAUGHT IT AND IS ENGAGING AN ANKLE LOCK ONTO HIS LEFT LEG!!!! Rex McAllister is taking advantage of the left knee buckle earlier and is applying more damage on the same leg!
Rich Russillo: Rex is twisting his left foot, manipulating it, causing Myles to yelp in agony! Myles is in deep trouble! Myles grabs Rex’s right foot, rolling Rex down AND HAS AN ANKLE LOCK APPLIED ONTO HIM!! BOTH MEN NOW HAVE AN ANKLE LOCK APPLIED ON ONE ANOTHER! Rex has it applied on Myles’ left foot and Myles has it locked in on Rex’s right foot! This is outrageous!
James Peters: Both men now using their free foot to stomp the other in an attempt to release the hold! Rex using his left foot to kick Myles face as Myles does the same with his right foot! But both men are having trouble managing the pain! Both men shoot their foot towards each other! AND IT RELEASES THE TWO HOLDS!!!!
Rich Russillo: Both Myles and Rex are laid out on the canvas after an interesting, unique sequence. Both men had each other in an ankle lock and I don’t think I have ever seen that before! Both men begin to get up, Myles has endured the most damage as he is hopping on his other foot while Rex gingerly gets up to his feet.
James Peters: Both individuals now standing on their feet, staring into each other eyes! Both men have the fire in their eyes as they charge into each other! THEY CONNECT WITH FOREARMS AT THE SAME TIME!!! AND THEY CONNECT WITH CLOTHESLINES AT THE SAME TIME!! Both men thinking of the same thing as they charge back into each other! SUPERKICK FROM BOTH MEN!!!! TAKING BOTH OF THEM OUT!!!
Rich Russillo: The crowd are on their feet, cheering both men on, shocked from the display of heart and soul these two showcased tonight! Both Rex and Myles begin to tediously get up to their feet. Myles is on the apron as Rex crawls towards him. Rex grabs Myles, but Myles with a shoulder thrust to the midsection of McAllister.
James Peters: Rex takes a few steps back as Myles leans on the middle rope with his head inside the ring, recuperating as Rex grabs his head, stepping onto the ropes and floating over! THE REX EFFECT!!!! THE EVEN FLOW DDT, HUNG FROM THE ROPES AND REX IS BARELY ROLLING MYLES OVER!!! HE USES ALL HIS BODY STRENGTH TO GET MYLES OVER FOR THE PIN!!!
Rich Russillo: MYLES POPS HIS SHOULDER OFF THE CANVAS!!!! WOW!!! No one in this arena is astonished that Myles got his shoulder up after that Rex Effect! Myles’ head went spiking into the canvas, I am not surprised his head is still intact! How in the world is Myles even getting up to his feet right now? I have no idea!
James Peters: It is all resilience and the fight to die mindset Myles possess. Why do you think Myles is a champion in EAW right now? Rex McAllister looks at Myles like he is witnessing a corpse rising up from the dead. Rex charges into Myles, floating over! BUT MYLES SHOVES REX AWAY!! REX TURNS AROUND!!! AND IS MET WITH A SHATTERING KNEE STRIKE TO HIS JAW!!! REX STUMBLES TO THE GROUND AS MYLES PICKS HIM UP!!!! HE HOOKS HIM UP!!! DE FACTO!!!!
Rich Russillo: REX COUNTERS IT!! AND ROLLS HIM INTO A KNEE BAR!!! WHAT A COUNTER!!! Myles is in deep, deep trouble as he is trapped in a kneebar! Rex McAllister applying pain to the injured left knee with the patented knee bar, this could be it! Myles is fighting through the pain! He is clawing his nails through the canvas to get closer to the ropes!
James Peters: He is a fingertip away, but Myles stops crawling towards the ropes! He is on his breaking point! Myles is about to tap! He teases it! BUT HE BEGINS TO CRAWL AGAIN!! AND MAKES IT TO THE ROPES!! ROPE BREAK!!! Rex McAllister is furious, completely shocked at how Myles was able to fight through all that suffering!
Rich Russillo: Rex with an angry, determined look on his face as he walks towards Myles, who is leaning on the ropes and is grabbing his left leg! MYLES WITH A KNEE STRIKE!!! HOW IN THE HELL IS MYLES STILL IN THIS!!! MYLES SENDS REX STUMBLING TO HIS KNEES AS HE PICKS HIM UP!!!! DE FACTO!
James Peters: NO!!!! MYLES’ LEFT KNEE BUCKLES AS REX JUMPS OVER HIS SHOULDERS!! Rex runs the ropes, back into Myles as he floats over his shoulders!!! HE GRABS HIS HEAD!! AND DRILLS HIM INTO THE CANVAS!!! THE REX EFFECT CONNECTS FOR THE SECOND TIME THIS MATCH!!! He COLLAPSES ONTO MYLES FOR THE COVER!!
Rich Russillo: MYLES GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? IS MYLES EVEN HUMAN???? MYLES SOMEHOW GOT HIS SHOULDER UP AFTER TWO REX EFFECTS!! Rex McAllister is lying on the canvas besides the unconscious Myles, looking up at the arena lights. He is shook!
James Peters: Rex needs to bring his head back into the game and put Myles away at this moment if he wants to walk out a winner. Myles clearly doesn’t want to walk out of this match with a loss and Rex knows that. Rex understands the heart and soul of Myles and he must overcome it.
Rich Russillo: Rex is in the corner, yelling at Myles to get up to his feet. Myles uses the referee to get up as his left knee is rendered useless! Rex floats over his shoulders! MYLES ROLLS HIM UP!!!
James Peters: NO!! REX ESCAPED!!! MYLES ALMOST WON THERE!!! BOTH MEN GET UP!! BUT REX GETS UP FASTER, BEATING MYLES AND GRABBING HIS HEAD!!! REX EFFECT!!!! IT CONNECTS!!! THIS IS IT!!
(DING! DING! DING! )
(‘Still Unbroken’ by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits to a loud ovation from the crowd. Rex crawls over to the corner while the referee checks on if Myles is dead.)
Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. REEXXXXXXXX MMMMMMCCCALLLLLLISSSSTTTTTERRRR!!!
Rich Russillo: What a slobber knocker of a match we just witnessed within that squared circle. Rex McAllister picks up the win, but Myles with a career-defining performance here, surviving two Rex Effects, but he wasn’t able to survive the third, but he shouldn’t feel ashamed at all.
James Peters: Myles had us at moments where we thought he would pick up the win, but Rex at all times, kept his eyes on the prize and blew the fire of Myles’ candles and defeated him. What a performance from these two individuals!
(Rex McAllister leans on the ropes as he walks over to Myles, who is being attended to by the medical staff in the corner. Rex extends his hand to the seated, injured Myles. Myles shakes his hand as both men show gratitude towards each other. Rex rolls out of the ring, walking up the ramp. Rex pauses on the stage, as Myles gets to his feet without any help inside the ring. Rex nods towards Myles.)
Rich Russillo: REX MCALLISTER JUST GOT BLINDSIDED ON THE STAGE! THAT’S THE VISUAL PROPHET AND HE JUST SLAMMED A CROWBAR INTO THE HEAD OF REX MCALLISTER! REX CRUMBLES TO THE GROUND AND THE VISUAL PROPHET IS BEATING THE HELL OUT OF REX WITH THAT CROWBAR! VIZZY SLAMS THAT WEAPON INTO REX’S RIBCAGE AND HE IS NOT LETTING UP! VIZ TOSSES THE CROWBAR TO THE SIDE AND HE WHIPS REX INTO THE TRON! REX SLAMS INTO THAT AND HITS THE GROUND! VIZ IS BACK TO WORK NOW AND HE IS STOMPING AWAY ON REX! REX HAS NO DEFENSE RIGHT NOW! HE JUST WENT TO WAR WITH MYLES, AND THE VISUAL PROPHET ATTACKED HIM FROM BEHIND!
James Peters: VIZ SCOOPS UP REX AND HE PLANTS HIM ON THE STEEL STAGE WITH THE PROPHET DRIVER! VIZ GRABBING REX BY THE HAIR NOW… AND WHAT’S HE DOING?! VIZ JUST TOSSED REX OFF THE STAGE AND REX JUST LANDED IN A PILE OF EQUIPMENT! WHAT THE FUCK, VIZ?! SECURITY HAS ONCE AGAIN COME RUNNING OUT AND YES, I AM WELL AWARE THAT THEY’VE BEEN BUSY TONIGHT BECAUSE THIS SHOW HAS BEEN A FUCKING MESS. BUT WHATEVER! THAT’S VOLTAGE FOR YOU!
???: BACK THE FUCK OFF!!!
(Veena Adams appears on stage, microphone in hand. Security stops what they’re doing, and they turn and look at her.)
Veena Adams: DO NOT TOUCH VIZ BECAUSE I WILL HAVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU FIRED!!!
(Viz and Veena exchange devious smiles.)
Veena Adams: Earlier tonight, I went to Matty and asked him to do the right thing and gift Vizzy with a World Heavyweight Championship match at Fighting Spirit. There is only one man on Voltage who deserves to carry that belt and that’s my beautiful, gorgeous Visual Prophet. However, Matty wanted to beat around the bush, and he refused to name a challenger. Now fucking Jackson Blayde is staking claim to the match that should be Viz’s, and Noah Reigner stupidly accepted the challenge. It’s obvious Voltage is a fucking shit show and Matt Daniels can no longer fucking control things around here. I tried to be nice and I tried to play fair, but I’m not going to sit around and watch him make a mockery of things anymore. I called my Uncle Ryan and at Fighting Spirit, The Visual Prophet will be taking on Rex McAllister. If Viz wins that match, then control of Voltage will be split between myself and Matt Daniels… fifty/fifty. And that is directly from the Chairman himself, so fuck you Matt Daniels. You want Rex in the main event. I want Viz in the main event. Jackson fucking Blayde just stole the main event. So this is what we’re left with. Viz, seal the deal for us, and show Matt Daniels just what the fuck is going to happen to his golden boy come Fighting Spirit.
(Veena drops the microphone and all the attention focuses on Viz.)
Rich Russillo: THE VISUAL PROPHET JUST DIVED OFF THE STAGE!!!!
James Peters: BOW TO THE HEART TO REX!!!!
(Sparks start flying as the impact of Viz’s finisher causes the table to break, as well as all the equipment around them to break. Rex is out cold, and after a moment, Viz gingerly stands up out of the wreckage. The Visual Prophet’s million dollar smiles crosses his face and Voltage fades to black.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)