(EAW intro plays.)
(As usual, the show fades into a highlight video of the previous episode.)
● Jackson Blayde and Oskar Wagner are seen shaking hands on their new found partnership! It’s also announced that Wagner will face Jack Ripley for the National Elite Championship at Fighting Spirit!!!
● Bowen Castillo versus KYOTO versus Adam Wolf ended in controversial fashion! KYOTO was able to nail Wolf with his finisher and go for the pin, but Castillo would throw him out of the ring and steal the victory! KYOTO would get some measure of revenge by taking Castillo out after the fact!!!
● The three members of House Reigner were seen talking in their lockerroom about the situation between Jackson Blayde and Oskar Wagner. Both Noah Reigner and Evelyn Ridley would point the finger at Cameron Church, the former partner of Wagner. They would let Cameron know that if something ridiculous happens at Fighting Spirit and Noah is unable to overcome it, it’s his fault. Cameron would reassure them that things would be fine!!!
● The match between Farrell V and Finn Edwards would end in a disqualification when Kyie Daniels would get involved. The two members of The Legion would double team Farrell until Korey Gaines would come out and make the save. That would lead to Farrell and Gaines having a conversation backstage and agreeing to talk to Captain Charisma about a tag team match against The Legion. Later that night, CC would inform The Wildcards that they would head to Fighting Spirit to face the winners of the match between The Legion and Gaines/Farrell!!!
● Big Banderson Bhampion, El Landerson, would speak to Sofia Clarke backstage. He would ask to face the winner of a contendership match between Denis Ryley and The Woogieman, however he was informed Denis Ryley was dead. The Woogieman would show up and violently attack the bhamp, and declare himself Landerson’s next challenger!!!
● Lethal Consequences would defeat his former Enterprise comrad Jackson Blayde in controversial fashion. That would lead to LC confronting CC backstage and demanding to be placed in the World Heavyweight Championship match at Fighting Spirit. CC would gift him with a match against Impact instead!!!
● Charlie Marr and Jordie Ripley would take over commentary for the match featuring Charlie’s two greatest rivals, Daryl Kinkade and Jack Ripley. Oskar Wagner would once again prove to be the bane of Ripley’s existence as his presence would distract the champion and cost him a victory against Kinkade. Now the post match beatdown Charlie placed on Daryl was shocking to say the least. Charlie would literally hang his former partner over the ropes via barbed wire noose!!!
● Sofia Clarke conducted an exclusive interview with Rex McAllister. The former two-time world champion would speak openly and honestly about his Pain for Pride aspirations, his want and need to compete in the main event again and how he wanted to redeem himself. Rex would of course address his upcoming match with The Visual Prophet at Fighting Spirit as well. It was about as real as Rex ever gets, and it was incredible!!!
● Impact would make his return to Voltage and defeat The Visual Prophet in one of the best matches all season. The 8-time champion looked as if he never missed a beat and was perhaps better than ever. Viz would look like the future world champion everyone knows he is, and gave an inspiring performance that would have no doubt sent a loud and clear message to Rex. As Voltage was going off the air, LC would walk on stage and tell Impact he would see him at Fighting Spirit!!!
(The highlight video cuts and the EAW Universe are greeted with shots of the hyped up, sold-out crowd inside the Saitama Super Arena! “33rd Blakk Glass” by Sosmula & Zillakami is playing, and gold and white pyro begins to explode from the stage! The crowd is on fire and when the camera cuts to James Peters and Rich Russillo, they look extremely pumped up for the show!)
James Peters: Ladies and gentlemen it’s the final Voltage before Fighting Spirit and what a hell of a show it’s shaping up to be! Tonight we will find out the participants for the final match on the card when The Legion take on the newly formed team of Korey Gaines and Farrell V! The winners of that match will be facing the Unified Tag Team Champions next Sunday in Seoul for those championships!
Rich Russillo: I’m excited to see what Gaines and Farrell bring to the table as far as being a team is concerned. I really enjoyed them as adversaries but I think them forming this alliance is a great idea. They’re both high fliers and I think that’s a style of wrestling that is going to cause a lot of problems for the men and women of EAW who regularly compete in the tag team division.
James Peters: The Legion are going to be ready for them, though. They’ve done an awful lot of talking recently and have made it known that they plan to go to Pain for Pride as the Unified Tag Team Champions!
Rich Russillo: Everyone wants to be a champion right now because there is no bigger pay off than walking into Pain for Pride with championship gold around your waist. There aren’t many Elitists who can say they’ve defended championships on the grandest stage of them all, and those who can brag about that fact are the absolute greatest this sport has ever seen.
James Peters: Fighting Spirit is going to decide who walks into Atlanta as the World Heavyweight Champion. Two rivals look to settle the score once and for all, and either Noah Reigner or Jackson Blayde will go into Pain for Pride as the champion. We already know that Impact will be facing the winner of that match, and we all know that Impact has his sights set on Noah. I have to wonder if Impact is going to do something to make sure Noah retains that championship next week.
Rich Russillo: That might be another unspoken reason for this new alliance between Jackson Blayde and Oskar Wagner. Our President is determined to become the most powerful leader in the world and I know he will stop at nothing to make sure his world championship dreams come true.
James Peters: Well I’m going to be honest. This alliance between Blayde and Wagner is scary. They’re going to be in action tonight for the first time as a team when they square off against Rex McAllister and one-half of the tag team champions, Xander Payne.
Rich Russillo: BLAYDEMERICA REPRESENT!!!!
James Peters: Xander Payne’s tag team partner is also in action and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
Rich Russillo: Oh man. After seeing what Charlie Marr did to Denis Ryley and Daryl Kinkade back to back, I’m terrified for Myles tonight. Charlie Marr has not been in a good mood since Grand Rampage concluded and I just know he’s going to try and take that mood on out Myles tonight.
James Peters: I honestly don’t know how Daryl is standing after that absolute horrific assault last week. I’ll never forget seeing Daryl hanging by his neck with barbed wire wrapped around it.
Rich Russillo: Well Daryl is joining us on commentary tonight for the Myles versus Marr match, and it’s kind of a full circle moment when you think about it. It was Myles who was in the ring with Daryl the night Charlie destroyed all MarrKade fanfic fantasies. Myles was the beneficiary of a huge win that night thanks to Charlie, and I wonder if Daryl is going to be thinking of that tonight?
James Peters: There’s legitimately no doubt in my mind.
Rich Russillo: In additional to all of that, Jack Ripley will be here tonight. As we found out last week, Ripley will be defending his championship against the man who cost him a victory last week. Wagner versus Ripley is going to be an incredible match and it’s going to be one uphill battle for Jack. Oskar Wagner is an impressive athlete!
James Peters: Voltage has so much going on and I’m just so incredibly proud to be a part of this show. Each and every week the Voltage Elitists go out and give it their all, and last week’s main event between The Visual Prophet and Impact is a match I won’t forget. Both men were incredible and either one could have emerged victorious. But at the end of the night, it was Impact who’s triumphant return to Voltage ended in victory.
Rich Russillo: And at Fighting Spirit, he is going to have to face the man whom he screwed out of the World Heavyweight Championship back at Grand Rampage. :wow:
James Peters: :wow:
Rich Russillo: Wow we’ve really been rambling tonight.
James Peters: We really have.
(Almost on cue, “Self-Help Tape” by Moses Sumney hits the public address system. Voltage commissioner, ‘Captain Charisma’ Matt Daniels, walks out. The crowd erupts for the handsome Canadian, who has a microphone in his hands. As his music fades out, the joy of the crowd shines through and Daniels soaks it up.)
Captain Charisma: :wow: This will never get old.
Crowd: ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!
Captain Charisma: :whoa: We see how well that went for me when I faced off against POP…
Crowd: YOU STILL GOT IT! YOU STILL GOT IT! YOU STILL GOT! YOU STILL GOT IT! YOU STILL GOT IT! YOU STILL GOT!
(Daniels cracks a smile and pats his chest a few times to show the crowd some love.)
Captain Charisma: I appreciate that. You guys have no idea how much that means especially with the controversy and rumors surrounding Voltage recently.
(Daniels’ smile fades just a bit, and the look on his face turns into a rather serious one.)
Captain Charisma: I can’t really stand up here and deny that since Veena Adams made her return to EAW at the beginning of the year, Voltage has suffered. Mr. DEDEDE gave her a job as my personal assistant and gifted her with a little too much power, and she was allowed to throw our show into complete chaos. The second Veena aligned herself with The Visual Prophet, she became an even bigger nuisance. Together, Viz and Veena have gone above and beyond to make the lives of everyone here on the gold brand Hell, and I don’t think I will ever be able to apologize enough to everyone who’s been directly affected by their actions. I’ve always prided myself on running Voltage fairly and focusing on the pure wrestling style that sets us apart from Empire, Dynasty, and Showdown. Voltage isn’t supposed to be known for blood and gore, and the deathmatch style of wrestling. I know that people seem to enjoy that kind of thing, and once in a blue moon those kind of matches are fine, but that’s not what Voltage is about and it’s not the type of programming I want us to be known for. The men on our roster are the best wrestlers in the world, and that’s what we need to showcase here. Voltage is the standard-bearer when it comes to wrestling and unfortunately Veena has removed us from that. I can’t say that surprises me, though. At the end of the day she is an Adams, and the morals and values of that family speak for themselves. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and that’s why at Fighting Spirit, I’m going to enjoy watching Rex McAllister crush the hopes and dreams of Viz and Veena.
I can’t tell you how pissed off I get everytime someone questions me about my decisions now. Despite what Viz and Veena want the world to believe, I have never been in cahoots with Rex McAllister. At the end of the day, Rex is contracted to Voltage and the person in charge around here is me. There has never been any favoritism shown to Rex, and he’s had to earn all of his opportunities just like everyone else. There was never any fix in for the Gold Rush tournament, and having seen the brackets for it, I can honestly say that Rex was going to have a hell of a time trying to get to the finals and win given the caliber of competition we have here on Sunday. I most definitely wasn’t looking for a way to get Rex into the Pain for Pride main event without him having to earn that right. When Gold Rush was cancelled, thanks to Veena posing as Mr. DEDEDE might I add, Rex was placed in the Grand Rampage match. We all watched him come up short, but that never meant I was going to automatically give him a World Heavyweight Championship match at Fighting Spirit. In all honesty, before Veena had even approached me, I was weighing my options and deciding which Elitist I felt deserved that kind of match. It’s a big deal to challenge the champion right before Pain for Pride. The challenger for the World Heavyweight Championship finds themselves in the unique position to change the entire course of the biggest show of the year if they emerge victorious.
But what’s done is done, and now it’s time to look ahead. Rex McAllister versus The Visual Prophet is going to be an incredible match up and I can’t wait to see how it plays out. Obviously there’s a lot on the line, and the thought of being forced to share the commissioner job with Veena already leaves me with a sick feeling in my stomach. Thankfully, Rex has remained a rock steady competitor this whole season. There’s no doubt in my mind that won’t continue come Fighting Spirit. You don’t find many men greater than the former two-time world champion, and even if the circumstances that brought us to this point are shady, there’s no better person I’d rather have on Voltage’s side than Rex. He’s carried this brand on his back since getting drafted and it’s been a privilege to work with him. I know he will get the job done in Seoul and rid Voltage of Veena once and for all.
(The crowd erupts at that. No one likes an Adams family member apparently. Daniels’ trademark smirk returns.)
Captain Charisma: With that being said, let’s go ahead and get this show on the road. It’s Pain for Pride season!
(Matt lowers the microphone and throws his hands up in the air. His theme music starts playing and the crowd goes nuts once again! Matt hypes them up a little bit before Voltage fades and cuts to the backstage area.)
(Backstage, Veena Adams is seen watching a monitor. Her lovely face is twisted into a sneer as Matt plays to the crowd, having just say the record straight with the EAW Universe in regards to his relationship with Rex. Veena shakes her head and storms off, and as a result of that, Voltage cuts to its first commercial break of the night.)
(Commercial break for Olay complete moisturizer. It’s a daily moisturizer with sunscreen, broad spectrum SPF 15. So it’ll protect your face, as well as hydrate it! Available at drugstores and Ulta.)
(Voltage comes back from break, and new EAW Elitist, Adam Wolf, is seen standing the ring. His theme music is pumping through the speakers and he’s attempting to flirt with Bella. She wants absolutely nothing to do with him though.)
Rich Russillo: Welcome back to Voltage, ladies and gents!
James Peters: We’re nearly set for our next match. During the break, rookie competitor Adam Wolf made his way to the ring. He was involved in the triple threat match last week featuring Bowen Castillo and KYOTO.
Rich Russillo: That match ended in some controversy as KYOTO would finish Wolf off, only to have the victory stolen from him by Bowen.
James Peters: Adam Wolf looks to regroup here tonight but he’s got a huge obstacle in front of him tonight.
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bella Braxton: ALREADY IN THE RING… FROM PLANTATION, FLORIDA… WEIGHING IN AT 160 POUNDS… ADAM WOLF!!!
(The crowd remains indifferent to Adam Wolf, but he throws his hands up in the like he’s the World Heavyweight Champion!)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT…
(As if on cue, “House of Wolves” by My Chemical Romance starts to play. The crowd greets the impressive Martin Daniels with a mixed reaction. He might not be the most popular Elitist, but the crowd definitely appreciates his no-nonsense approach to the business.)
Bella Braxton: FROM LONDON, ENGLAND… WEIGHING IN AT 240 POUNDS… MARTIN DANIELS!!!
James Peters: It’s hard not to respect Martin Daniels. I know he hasn’t been in EAW for very long, but he’s one of the hardest hitting men on the roster.
Rich Russillo: He really is. For a veteran of the sport, Martin is still a little rough around the edges, but once he figures out how to polish his style up just a little bit, he’s going to be an unstoppable force here on Sunday nights.
James Peters: Unless of course we lose him in the draft.
Rich Russillo: Of course. But we’re not going to discuss that right now!
(Martin slips inside the ring and gets set for the match. Adam is already ready, and the referee signals for the bell.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Rich Russillo: Honestly, I can’t help but think this match is going to be a beatdown, James. Martin said it himself earlier this week. He is bigger than Adam, and he’s considerably stronger. It’s going to be an uphill climb for the newcomer.
James Peters: I’m afraid you’re right, Rich. The two lock up and Daniels powers Wolf into the corner with relative ease. The veteran is putting the boots to Wolf, and he’s stomped him down into a sitting position! The referee calls for a break, but Martin snatches Wolf up and throws him across the ring! Wolf’s back slams into the turnbuckle and he sinks down.
Rich Russillo: Martin rushes forward and he catches Adam Wolf in the face with a running knee! He reaches down, snatches Wolf back up, and throws him towards the middle of the ring! Martin Daniels grabs Adam by the leg and locks him in a single leg Boston crab! Adam reaches for the ropes but Martin has him positioned perfectly in the center of the ring! Adam raises up on his forearms, looking to try and twist his body around, but Martin takes that leg and slams it down into the mat! Adam lets out a cry and grabs his knee, and Martin begins stomping away on it!
James Peters: Adam is in a lot of trouble right now! He’s utterly defenseless as Martin continues to show the EAW Universe just how ruthless he is! Martin grabs that injured leg and locks in a kneebar, and Adam again tries to reach for the ropes! I appreciate his fighting spirit to be honest. He could save himself the trouble of this beatdown and just tap out, but he’s somehow forcing his way to the ropes!
Rich Russillo: Martin lets go and quickly gets back to his feet. He picks the much smaller Adam Wolf up and tosses him over his shoulder. Martin walks over to the corner and he just launches Adam Wolf into the turnbuckles! Adam’s face smashes against the padding and he slumps to the ground in a heap!
James Peters: Martin picks Adam up and places him in a standing position. He hooks Adams arms around the ropes and slams in the chest with an absolutely brutal chop. Martin smirks and does it again! And again! He slams his forearm into Adam Wolf’s face and begins unleashing a brutal combination of kicks, strikes, and punches! This match is literally nothing more than a showcase of the impressive athlete that Martin Daniels really is and if he continues to perform at this kind of level, his future here in EAW is going to full of championships!
Rich Russillo: Martin takes Adam from the corner and lifts him up in the air!!! POWERBOMB! MARTIN KEEPS HOLD OF ADAM!! POWERBOMB!!! MARTIN IS GOING FOR A THIRD CONSECUTIVE POWERBOMB!!!! HE HITS IT!!!!! I THINK ADAM WOLF IS DEAD!!! MARTIN DANIELS KICKS AT THE LIFELESS BODY OF ADAM WOLF AND GOES FOR THE COVER!!!!
James Peters: Why did he just snatch Adam Wolf up?! JUST PUT HIM AWAY MARTIN! COME ON!!
Rich Russillo: Martin calls for the ‘Cranium Mutilation’!!! He pulls Adam Wolf into position for that double underhook piledriver!!!
James Peters: MARTIN HITS IT! IF ADAM WOLF WASN’T DEAD BEFORE HE CERTAINLY IS NOW!!! MARTIN GOES FOR THE COVER!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN HERE IS YOUR WINNER MARTIN DANIELS!!!
(Martin stands up and demands that the referee raise his hand. The referee obliges as Martin’s theme music begins to play.)
Rich Russillo: The referee could have counted to a thousand. Adam Wolf wasn’t getting up from that.
James Peters: Martin Daniels is legit.
(No one could argue the fact that Martin Daniels was legit. The camera grabs a final shot of Martin Daniels standing over the fallen body of Adam Wolf in victory, and cuts to the backstage area.)
(The scene reopens inside the private lockerroom of The Visual Prophet. The sounds of “Purple Rain” by Prince could be heard as the purple carpet and velvet drapery of the room could be seen. A bellow of smoke arouse from a lit incense stick as a small plug in waterfall sat against a wall nearby. It’s all very extra and the most Visual Prophet thing ever. In the middle of the room is a yoga mat, and The Visual Prophet is sitting on the mat with his legs crossed underneath of him. Neither Veena Adams nor Nina are anywhere to be found, which suits Prophet just fine. This is his time, and as the camera zooms in on his handsome face, he slowly removes his triple-lensed sunglasses and looks into the camera. A slow, devious smile spreads across his face.)
The Visual Prophet: Everything eventually comes to a head, and next Sunday night at Fighting Spirit, The Visual Prophet finds himself in perhaps the most interesting match of his career. I will step inside the ring and fight for the Vanilla Goddess herself Miss Veena Adams against Captain Charisma’s personal favorite and the resident Golden Boy himself, Rex McAllister. The favoritism that oozes from the clogged pores of Matt Daniels when it comes to Rex is so completely obvious that I’m shocked it took this long for someone to bring it to light. I know that our ‘esteemed’ Voltage commissioner heaved a sigh of relief back at Grand Rampage when that disgusting criminal SOSA Henderson took the New Breed Championship from my regal hands and ran back to Showdown. Cap just knew that he finally had the chance to keep The Visual Prophet from having the spotlight he deserved. Veena and I knew there would be no reasoning with the man. Despite the fact that your resident Sovereign has more than proven himself to be championship worthy, we all knew that Cap was going to withhold a world championship opportunity from me. Veena even gave our beautiful commish a chance to do the right thing so he would be spared our wrath, but what happened? Captain Charisma wouldn’t even name a contender. He was content to pussyfoot around and play these petty little games with us, and because of his lack of proper decision making we are left with the worst World Heavyweight Championship match that Voltage has ever seen.
Noah Reigner versus Jackson Blayde.
(Vizzy violently shudders and clutches the delicate strand of pearls that rests around his neck.)
The Visual Prophet: I would rather watch paint dry that see those two fight for the right to headline Pain for Pride with that geriatric slob Impact. Thankfully all of this nonsense will end next weekend. I will get my hands on the golden boy inside the ring, and I will have license to do whatever I want to Rex McAllister. The thought of choking the life right out of his Raven Roberts-loving body brings a smile to my face and a twinkle to my beautiful eye. Those shady little deals that Captain Charisma and Rex have concocted since my flawless little saltine cracker took charge of Voltage will come to a screeching halt, and it will be the most tragic ending for Cap and his boy. There will be no Rex McAllister weaseling his way into any more World Heavyweight Championship matches because I’m going to wipe him from this Earth and make everyone wish to Gawd that Captain Charisma would have just done what he needed to do in the first place and that is give The Visual Prophet the rightful opportunity he’s earned several times over. The impressive victories I’ve accumulated in a short amount of time here speak for themselves and every time I’ve stepped inside the ring against people who are considered the greats, I have taken them to their limit and made sure none of them will ever forget the name ‘The Visual Prophet.’ My spellbinding rise through the ranks is what got Cap all hot and bothered to begin with. He sees an androgynous figure such as myself as a threat to everything he holds near and dear to his heart as it pertains to Voltage. The Visual Prophet doesn’t believe in pure wrestling nor does he project this cutter cookie imagine of a white bread mother fucker who most recently lost his virginity to some slut on Empire. I will NEVER be bland and boring, and above all else, safe, like Rex McAllister, and that is why people are so threatened by me and what I bring to the table. That is why no one wants to see me standing at the top of the mountain, holding that World Heavyweight Championship high in the air.
(The Visual Prophet shakes his head.)
The Visual Prophet: I listened to Rex’s little interview with Sofia Clarke, and I must say his want and his need to get back to the main event of Pain for Pride is compelling. If I didn’t want to maim him so bad and end his dreams with my bare hands, then I would probably be captivated myself. When his feet hit the floor back at Grand Rampage, I touched my hand to my heart and shook my head. As far as I’m concerned, that was Rex’s opportunity to achieve his dream, and he failed. There shouldn’t be any other opportunities for him to get himself into that match. Even though it’s complete garbage that Impact is allowed is make his own championship matches, there is nothing Captain Charisma can do to fight a Gawd contract. Even I realize that. Rexy’s only opportunity to make good on his promise of getting into the Pain for Pride main event, should he even remotely survive everything I’m going to do to him, will be in a match called Cash in the Vault.
Each brand gets two representatives for that match and Rex could very well be one of Voltage’s participants. If he were to actually go on and win, well he could definitely use his shiny little briefcase to insert himself into the World Heavyweight Championship match. Sadly for Rex, one of Voltage’s spots for that match is about to be taken away. My sweet angel Veena not only got this match made for Fighting Spirit, but she made sure to right the wrongs that I have suffered throughout my short time here on Voltage. Vizzy baby is officially the first person in the 2019 Cash in the Vault match and my spot at Pain for Pride is set. I am a future world champion and no one will ever be able to deny me anything ever again.
(A self satisfying smirk crosses Viz’s face and he casually shrugs his shoulders.)
The Visual Prophet: Of course, there’s never been any guarantee that Rexy will make it to Pain for Pride. If I get bored enough tonight, I might see that he doesn’t make it to Fighting Spirit. Whatever the case ends up being… Rexy, I’ll see you soon baby.
(Viz winks into the camera and closes this eyes. The shot lingers on him for a few more seconds before fading into a commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Henny featuring the handsome EAW Champion, Malcolm Jones.)
(Voltage returns from break and cuts to Bella. She is standing in the middle of the ring, ready to announce the participants for the next match. “’Kinda Like a Big Deal’ by Clipse feat. Kanye West begins to play, and EAW newcomer, KYOTO, makes his way onto the stage.)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST… FROM KYOTO, JAPAN… WEIGHING IN AT 220 POUNDS… KYOTO!!!!
(There’s a nice pop for KYOTO given the fact he’s from Japan.)
Rich Russillo: Here comes KYOTO, James! I bet he’s still salty over the way he lost the triple threat match last week!
James Peters: You’d be salty too! KYOTO was impressive last week and deserved that victory, but Bowen Castillo capitalized on an opportunity and stole the win.
Rich Russillo: You can’t be mad at him for taking advantage of the situation, though. I would have done the same! Every victory is important as we continue down the path to Pain for Pride.
(KYOTO slides inside the ring and takes a corner, getting ready! His theme music fades out, and is replaced by ‘Hungry Like the Wolf’ by Duran Duran. An arrogant Bowen Castillo steps onto the stage, huge smile across his face!)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT… FROM CLEMSON, SOUTH CAROLINA… WEIGHING IN AT 197 POUNDS… HE IS ‘THE CAROLINA PLAYBOY’ BOWEN CASTILLO!!!!
(The crowd jeers for Bowen, but he’s not fucked. He makes his way down to the ring, and he looks pretty sure of himself.)
James Peters: Well the confidence is just oozing from Castillo tonight. He’s looking like he’s already got this match in the bag!
Rich Russillo: Perhaps he does? He’s already proven to be a pretty savvy competitor here in EAW, and this is only his third match. A lot of people are talking about Bowen Castillo, and this is only going to serve him well heading into Pain for Pride and beyond.
(Bowen slips into the ring and taunts KYOTO. After a few minutes of this, both men get set for their match. The referee checks to make sure they’re both ready, and then calls for the bell.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: Here we go now as KYOTO and Bowen circle around the ring, both men sizing the other up! KYOTO looks to go for the first move but Bowen rolls out of the way! KYOTO swings wildly with a roundhouse kick but Bowen avoids that as well and then grips him in a waist lock! Bowen then pushes KYOTO up against the ropes and falls back, attempting a roll up but KYOTO hangs on as Bowen quickly gets up to his feet! Clothesline by Bowen! KYOTO narrowly ducks that move, I don’t think a single attack has landed so far! KYOTO turns Bowen around, spinning heel kick! NO! Bowen catches it and hooks both legs, getting him in wheelbarrow position before dead lifting him up and dropping him throat first right onto the ropes!
Rich Russillo: KYOTO is rocked by that move as he is coughing up a storm and unknowingly walks right into Bowen’ grasp as Bowen wraps his arms around KYOTO in a cobra clutch position before taking him down with a suplex! Somehow KYOTO is not knocked down yet as he is dazed and on his knees, allowing for Bowen to tenderize his chest with a multitude of kicks, each one getting faster and more aggressive! Bowen just keeps kicking and kicking, with no signs of stopping just yet! Look at him go, one after another, if he goes any faster he could probably cave the poor man’s chest in! Bowen backs away for a second, he may be going for something a big– HE BASHES KYOTO IN THE FACE WITH A KNEE! KYOTO smartly attempts to roll out of the ring but only manages to get to the apron as Bowen goes to pull him back in!
James Peters: Fortunately KYOTO manages to gain some distance with a forearm shot as now he can try and regain his bearings. This has been an impressive start for Bowen. KYOTO is going to have to pick up the pace if he wants to get revenge tonight. KYOTO gets to a vertical base now and waits for Bowen to turn around so he can spring off of the ropes but Bowen is too quick on his feet as he rushes across the ring and delivers a shoulder thrust! Hold on now, KYOTO side steps the move and leaves Bowen to careen right onto the concrete floor! Bowen is doing his best to get back up and it seems KYOTO is actually egging him on, what does he have in mind? KYOTO flips back into the ring, keeping his grip on the ropes as The Carolina Playboy is now up on his feet on the outside!!
Rich Russillo: NOT FOR LONG JAMES, KYOTO SLINGSHOTS THROUGH THE AIR AND TAKES OUT BOWEN BELOW! This crowd just exploded! KYOTO RAINING THOSE RIGHTS AND LEFTS DOWN ON BOWEN! HE IS BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF BOWEN RIGHT NOW, AND MAKING SURE THAT BOWEN CASTILLO FEELS EVERY BIT OF FRUSTRATION THAT KYOTO FELT LAST WEEK! KYOTO is not wasting any time as he grabs Bowen by the hair and tosses him right back into the ring! Bowen attempts a retreat but KYOTO plans on staying on him! Missile dropkick! Bowen crawls over toward the corner as KYOTO follows suit and gets up on the ropes, raining down on him with rights! He just isn’t letting up right now! Bowen is looking to counter it it seems as he now has KYOTO in the air for a running powerbomb! KYOTO barely escapes but is then caught by a spinning backfist to jaw! Wait, KYOTO narrowly avoids the strike and KYOTO connects with a Superkick! KYOTO hooks both legs and goes for the cover!
Referee: OONNNEEE!!!… TWWWOOO!!!… KICKOOOUT!!!!!!
James Peters: Bowen manages to get the shoulder up! Bowen is already getting up, he has a lot of fuel still left in the tank, but maybe not for long now! KYOTO yanks him back down to the canvas and locks in a sleeper hold! So smart by KYOTO, he’s trying to just take it out of Bowen and set himself up for victory and it looks to be working as Bowen is fading at a fast rate! Bowen is in full panic mode as he is frantically trying to get toward a rope and regain his footing but KYOTO positions himself in the best way possible to make it as difficult as it can be for Bowen! Bowen is punching away now, plotting his escape as he is now starting to get off of the mat! Bowen rises along with KYOTO and in a last ditch effort delivers a back elbow to KYOTO’s jaw, getting out of the hold! KYOTO is in shock and Bowen can’t afford to waste any time! V-TRI- NO! KYOTO MOVES! BOWEN WHIRLS AROUND! KYOTO WITH A CLOTHESLINE! BOWEN DUCKS! BOWEN CATCHES KYOTO IN THE JAW WITH A MASSIVE KICK AND KYOTO GOES DOWN!
Rich Russillo: But KYOTO rolls up to his feet! Bowen is waiting though! Bowen turns him around, looking to go for the a DDT! KYOTO REVERSES THOUGH!! A swift kick to the legs brings Bowen to his knees before he gets leveled with another superkick! KYOTO TRIES TO FOLLOW WITH THAT SWEET SORROW FOREARM – BUT, BOWEN SIDESTEPS – THE JETS!!! WHAT A KICK TO THE JAW OF KYOTO!!! COVER!!!
Referee: ONNNEEE!!!… TWWWOOO… THREEEEEEE!!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(“Hungry Like The Wolf” by Duran Duran hits as Bowen gets back to his feet and the referee raises his arm.)
James Peters: Controversy last week, but there’s none tonight between Bowen and KYOTO!
Rich Russillo: Impressive performance from Bowen Castillo tonight, no doubt! With the abundance of talent on this roster – Bowen did a great job in getting his name out there. Certainly a name to keep your eye on.
(Bowen celebrates on the ramp as KYOTO recovers in the ring before the camera fades elsewhere.)
(Voltage cuts to the backstage area where Sofia Clarke is standing by with a microphone in her hands.)
Sofia Clarke: Ladies and gentlemen… Impact!
(The camera shot widens and the 8-time world champion is seen standing next to Sofia. She looks up at him and flashes him a smile.)
Sofia Clarke: Impact, last week you made your triumphant return to Voltage and picked up a huge victory over The Visual Prophet. Everyone who watched that matched said you have never looked better. How do you feel about your performance last week?
(Impact rolled his eyes at Sofia’s question. It didn’t surprise him that this interview was going to take the generic route.)
Impact: I feel the same as I do after every performance. I feel fantastic. The Visual Prophet has been coined the new Great Hope, and this supposed torchbearer that is going to save EAW from itself, and he spent the entire week talking himself in circles and contradicting everything he’s ever said. He wanted to flex and brag about what he’s done in my absence when I single-handedly shit on everything he’s ever done and will probably do in the future. Everyone wants to try and make a name for themselves at my expense, and clout chase, and talk about things they know absolutely nothing about such as my contract. Meanwhile I can sit around and do absolutely nothing for months on end, show back up when I want, and not miss a beat. The Visual Prophet learned that hard way and that flamboyant, fruity-looking sack of shit got knocked back down to Earth last Sunday.
(Sofia nodded her head. She went to ask her next question, but Impact cut her right off.)
Impact: Let’s skip the bullshit and get straight to it. Over the past few weeks I’ve mistaken Noah Reigner for Sienna Jade so many times with how much he’s had my cock in his mouth. Always runnin’ his lips about this, that and the third but being too much of a chickenshit pussy to actually approach me face to face since I laid him on his ass at the Grand Rampage because he’s scared of getting a Pain for Pride preview when I snap his twig arms in half and win back MY World Heavyweight Championship. I don’t even know where to start with this guy, first of all if you’re going to come at me with the same tired “you’re washed up you don’t got it anymore” bullshit that every unoriginal piece of shit I come across before knocking them on their ass says, you might as well just lay down and willingly drop the title to whoever the fuck you’re facing at Fighting Spirit. You Johnny-come-latelys need to learn where you stand in the hierarchy. Fucks like you are dime a dozen, here today and gone tomorrow. Thinking your shit doesn’t stink because you had a hot little year or two and thinking you got the stature to stand up against a motherfucker who is eternal. I’m not defined by an era or a year, I am synonymous with EAW’s lifespan. I am the heart beat of this company. I made this place the place to be, transcending eras while you were playing with my action figures and jumping off of trampolines in Cameron Church’s backyard imitating the wrestling moves of Seattle’s only hometown hero. When I was winning my first world championship you were somewhere wrestling for foodstamps in glorified janitorial closets in front of 10 people. Judging by your physique, you clearly didn’t get compensated.
(An arrogant smirk crossed Impact’s face.)
Impact: I made Rex McAllister, EAW’s marquee face for the past year, the man who won two world championships in under a calendar year, the man who’s kicked YOUR ass before, lay on his back seeing stars unable to respond as I captured my 8th world championship. How I got there, via contract, is irrelevant when you’ve accumulated the clout and success I’ve been able to not only attain, but sustain over a decade. That’s a whole decade of nobody ever knowing who or what the fuck a Noah Reigner was while I carried this company on my back while swimming through shark infested waters being able to live to tell the tale. You get those privileges when you happen to prove yourself to be worthy of it. You know who else has that contract? The guy who’s ass you kissed over on Showdown making homoerotic fan fiction ship names with because you were so much of a pussy that you needed him to help go at Ahren. Not to mention, I earned that championship fair and square by out-wrestling the so called best technical wrestler in EAW. You though? You won your championship by taking advantage of me in a vulnerable state, so who’s really the one taking advantage of “bullshit contracts”? But I don’t look at it as a bullshit contract, you’ll say cashing in was well within your right via the clause of your contract that you earned and I can say the exact same thing about mine. You should be thanking me more than anything you fucking vanilla midget bingo hall dwelling piece of shit. Let us not forget you were three seconds away from having your whole facade of a championship reign unraveled and ended by the likes of Lethal Consequences before I stepped in and saved your garbage ass. Ha, look at me doing my best Evelyn Ridley impression. Don’t mention it though, I only did it to ensure the fact that YOU’RE the one I take my championship back from, nothing more. But look on the bright side, once I’m done with you, you and your bitch can bond over another thing you have in common.. the fact that you both got your asses kicked by a member of my household. Oh and speaking of LC, let me put that malnourished edgelord paper champion on the backburner for a second and address LC.
(Sofia bit down on her bottom lip. She thought about asking a question, but Impact cut her off with a glare.)
Impact: Allow me to get the elephant in the room first of all. Generation Genesis, sure that was a great time in my career that served as a relaunching pad and fast tracked me to a trail of success that I’ve never looked back from to this day but that wasn’t because you helped me get there. Our connection began and ended with our ties to Ronn Banks, and while you were too busy drunk off of your ass and tripping on acid, I was carrying the fucking group on my back because you were too much of a lazy sack of shit to amount to anything other than a background player. If I’m Russell Wilson and Ronn Banks was Marshawn Lynch and Hurricane Hawk was Richard Sherman… well you were fucking Kellen Davis status, an absolute non-factor riding the wave of success reaping the benefits while not putting the hard work in to earn it. So let’s throw that “Generation Genesis brother” rhetoric out of the window right now alongside your world championship aspirations. People like you LC, you don’t get second chances or reclamation projects 10 years after the fact that it was established of how much of an unreliable disappointing fuck you are. People like you don’t get to control their destiny and push their weight around, you thought you was Impact? They don’t love you like that. And they never will. When you were collecting unemployment, throwing darts on the wall at your Mr. DEDEDE poster still bitter about him firing you, I kept my eyes on the prize and further separated the gap between us. What makes you think that you could stack up against me now? You’re not shit but a fucking warm up, an appetizer, an opening act. After Fighting Spirit you won’t even be a thought in my brain, just another irrelevant fuck I’ll have forgotten about just like the rest of the world did in 2012. While you were busy competing with Hurricane Hawk over the past 6 years seeing who could have the most failed comebacks before taking your ball and going home I was carrying the torch on a consistent basis on a level that you could only aspire to reach. I didn’t just pass you up 10 times over, but I was always better than you and you have always been nothing but my bitch. Isn’t it ironic how the only times you’re relevant is when you manage to live in my shadow? Congrats on being back for almost a whole year though LC, now this is where it ends. Don’t hang your head though look at the bright side. You’ve had some highlights like lasting in the top 3 of the Voltage Extreme Elimination Chamber, just to do what you do best and that’s finish second to me.
(Impact just shrugged.)
Impact: But I could sit here and run down your career and shit on you for being an inconsistent sack of shit all day but either way you slice it, you’re still facing me. You’re as good as who your last opponent is and your last opponents have been Noah Reigner and myself. You’re doing something right I guess but the problem is you have managed to peak at the wrong time. Yeah sure Pain for Pride season brings the best out of everybody because everybody is fighting for a good slot on the biggest show of the year but that slot in the World Heavyweight Championship match belongs to me. You aren’t my enemy but it becomes personal when you deliberately stand in the way of me and my ultimate goal because you wanna see if you still got it. Your name isn’t Stella and I don’t give two fucks about if you got your groove back, mine never left and I have a 9th world championship to win before the season ends. Your best bet is calling up your old buddy Andy Dominguez and seeing if he could strike another festival type deal with this year’s Pain for Pride so you can get yourself a set time and perform some Adobe shit but then again you suck at that too. Find a new hobby, do something more productive or yourself because getting in my way isn’t one of them.
(Sofia goes finally goes to reply but the sound of clapping off camera is suddenly heard. Both Sofia and Impact direct their attention to the sounds and Impact can’t help himself. Lethal Consequences walks into the scene and stands on the opposite side of Sofia.)
Lethal Consequences: It must be nice to be able to snap your fingers and get whatever the hell you want around here. Imagine having a Gawd Contract. You could technically book the entire Pain for Pride card if you wanted.
(LC wasn’t wrong. The powers of the Gawd Contract knew no bounds, and Impact was well aware of that fact.)
Impact: What’s your point?
Lethal Consequences: My point is that you indirectly used that contract to screw me out of a championship I was well on my way to winning. You’re not the only person around here who wants Noah Reigner’s blood on their hands, and I have worked tirelessly all season to get myself back in the main event AND in the world championship picture. Grand Rampage was my moment and you allowed your ego and your greed to show up uninvited and unwanted, and take that away from me. You could have easily waited for the match to be over and for me to be crowned the new World Heavyweight, AND then made your egotistical point. Noah Reigner versus Impact never had to be for the world championship. You just wanted to throw your weight around and make sure you could take the title he stole from you.
(Sofia looks a little uncomfortable but she moves the microphone back towards Impact.)
Impact: I’m not sure what you want me to say because I certainly don’t have any regrets about showing up at Grand Rampage. Humiliating Noah in front of his family was the icing on the cake for me and I would definitely do it again and again and again until he got it through his thick skull that I’m not someone he ever wants to fuck with. It could have been anyone inside the ring with him at Grand Rampage and I would have done the same exact thing. It’s never mattered to me who’s standing in the way when it comes to accomplishing my goals. I would have destroyed my fucking mother’s championship dreams if she had been inside the ring with Reigner.
(Lethal Consequences wasn’t even remotely surprised to hear that. He knew better than most what a truly cutthroat individual Impact was.)
Lethal Consequences: I didn’t expect you to show any remorse but come Fighting Spirit you can bet that I won’t show you any when I end your Pain for Pride dreams. You took that World Heavyweight Championship from me twice this season and I’m going to make sure you feel every ounce of frustration that has been coursing through my veins this entire season. I don’t have the luxury of fancy contracts and I’ve had to fight a corrupt Voltage commissioner holding a grudge against me ever since I stepped foot back inside this company. I might not have a clear road to Pain for Pride just yet but once I defeat you at Fighting Spirit, I’m going to have a solid case as to why I should be the man fighting for the World Heavyweight Championship. You can talk all the bullshit you want about me and my career, but this entire season I have shouldered every fucking obstacle placed in front of me, and made the most of it. I have been stuck doing the same thing thing, fighting the same people, and I’m not about to let you get away with what you stole from me at Grand Rampage. As far as I’m concerned, I should be the World Heavyweight Champion and the person you should be facing at Pain for Pride if you truly want to go for that ninth championship. You know that as well as I do.
(Lethal Consequences smirks.)
Lethal Consequences: Not even Rex McAllister can boast about being as solid and as consistent as I have been. The only difference is he’s been handed everything, while I’ve had to fight harder. Captain Charisma has used me to push new talent to the forefront here, and when I finally took a stand, and refused to compete for nothing, this brand ended up turned upside down. Everyone was scared to death that Lethal Consequences would become the champ, and I know that I would have left Australia with that championship if it hadn’t been for you. Come Fighting Spirit, I’m making my case for Pain for Pride against you. I’m going to get the championship I deserve to be holding right now one way or another. And if for some reason, Captain Charisma still wants to push me aside, and refuse to give me my just due… well like I already told him. This shit between him and I is far from over. But one thing at a time, Impact. I’ll see you next Sunday in Seoul.
(Lethal Consequences jabs his finger in Impact’s chest and walks off. Impact nods his head before turning in the other direction and walking off. Voltage fades to commercial break.)
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(Voltage returns from commercial break and The Legion, Finn Edwards and Kyie Daniels, are already in the ring. Their theme music is pumping through the sound system and the audience is booing their little hearts out. They just do not like The Legion whatsoever. Finn and Kyie’s match against Korey Gaines and Farrell V is next, but Finn has a microphone in his hand. He motions for their music to cut, and collectively the audience groans.)
Finn Edwards: FUCK YOU TOO THEN!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO! BOOOOOOOOOO! BOOOOOOOOOO!
Finn Edwards: You know we didn’t come to EAW to win a fucking popularity contest. We get that all you disgusting pukes hate us and we don’t give a fuck!!! Kyie and myself have one goal and one goal only and that is restore glory to the tag team division!
(Low and behold, Kyie also has a microphone. The crowd jeers even louder as the AK47 goes to speak.)
Kyie Daniels: SHUT THE FUCK UP JAPS! TAKE YOUR GODDAMN SUSHI LOVING, ANIME WATCHING, KAWAII STUPID ARSE HELLO KITTY SAILOR MOON HENTAI FUCKING PORN WATCHING PUSSY FAGGOT FAT MOUTHS AND SHUT THEM! JUST SHUT RIGHT UP!! FINN AND I MIGHT NOT CARE IF YOU LIKE US BUT YOU WILL FUCKING RESPECT US!!! YOU WILL RESPECT THE FACT THAT IN JUST A FEW MINUTES FINN AND I MYSELF WILL MURDER FUCK FARRELL GODDAMN V AND THAT SKATEBOARD CUNT KOREY GAINES!!! YOU ALL KNOW THAT THERE IS ONLY ONE TEAM WHO NEEDS TO CHALLENGE THE LITTLE WILDCARD CUNTS AND THAT’S THE LEGION!!!
Finn Edwards: Myles and Xander are running scared! They know their arses got lucky the first time they faced us! Those bloody tag team championships deserve a real goddamn team to carry them and a team that’s actually going to care about the fuckin division! That fat fuck and the ginger cunt don’t give two shits about restoring honor and prestige to the division. EAW is a fuckin joke when it comes to tag teams! The last few champions have all been singles stars just determined to hog the fuckin’ spotlight from the tag team specialists who want nothing more than to just be a bloody tag team. That shit last year with Cameron Ella Ava and her fuckin’ carousel of partners, capped off by a little faggot sheriff cocksucker was just the tip of fucking iceberg. Since then the belts have been passed around like a needy little slag who fucks and sucks for a living. Drillmatic were a fuckin joke. Two fuckin singles wrestlers who never gave a damn about those belts. Marr fuckin’ Kade. Look at the shit show that became. They never even wanted to be a fuckin tag team!! The Jaded Hearts. Bah! Whores. And now Myles and Xander. Fuckin’ Myles and Xander. How can no one see what a goddamn disaster they are?! Selfish fucking cunts and we all know that they’re only in this for themselves!
Kyie Daniels: THIS WHOLE TAG TEAM REIGN OF THE WILDCARDS WILL BE A FUCKING FAILURE ONCE FINN AND I BOOK OUR PLACES AT FIGHTING SPIRIT AND HONESTLY WE WILL BE DOING THEM BOTH A FAVOR BY TAKING THOSE CHAMPIONSHIPS FROM THEM! MYLES!! GINGER BITCH!!! BURGER KING XANDER PAYNE!!! LISTEN THE FUCK UP RI-
(“Hair of the Dog” by Nazareth begins to blast across the public address system. Kyie slams the microphone down in rage! He can’t believe he just got interrupted!)
Finn Edwards (shouting over the music): YOU GOT A LOT OF FUCKING NERVE!
(Korey Gaines steps out from behind the guerilla curtain and joins Farrell on stage. As Farrell’s theme dies down, the cheers of the crowd take over. Farrell and Korey look at one another and grin. Both Korey and Farrell have microphones.)
Farrell V: We have a lot of nerve? You two are the ones out here screaming about restoring prestige to a division you can’t even win a match in. It’s a little funny to me that both of you are out here bitching about how Myles and Xander don’t deserve their belts when the two of you haven’t even earned another chance at them. Did you forget that you have to go through the both of us if you even want another crack at The Wildcards?
Korey Gaines: Farrell, come on dude. You know as well as I do that neither of those two clowns can get their head out of their ‘arse’ long enough to see anything that even remotely resembles logic and reason. All they do is scream and complain, and preach the same tired rhetoric over and over again. No one actually believes those two idiots can take the championships from The Wildcards and we both know that once they lose to us tonight, they’re going to go right back to beating ‘local talent’ because that’s all they’re good enough to beat.
(Korey rolls his eyes and gestures towards the annoyed members of The Legion.)
Finn Edwards: Why don’t you get your fucking arse in here right now skater bitch and find how just how good we are?! Your cunt partner knows we’re capable of beating any team on any given day!
(Korey looks at Farrell, who shrugs. They drop their mics and rush the ring and immediately all four men start fighting! The referee starts frantically calling for the bell!)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: THE MATCH IS UNDERWAY, BUT RIGHT NOW THIS IS MORE OF A BRAWL! KOREY AND KYIE, FARRELL AND FINN, ALL TRADING HANDS WITH ONE ANOTHER, AND THE REFEREE NEEDS TO GET THIS MATCH UNDER CONTROL! Both Korey and Farrell connect with Superkicks sending the Legion to the ropes, AND FARRELL V SENDS THEM OVER THE ROPES WITH A CLOTHESLINE! But look at Gaines! Gaines running the ropes, SUICIDE DIVE, BUT FINN GETS OUT OF THE WAY AS KYIE IS TAKEN OUT! Korey Gaines getting back to his feet, BUT NOW FINN THROWS GAINES INTO THE STEEL STEPS BEFORE ROLLING BACK INTO THE RING! AND JUST LIKE THAT THIS MATCH HAS TEMPORARILY BECOME A ONE ON ONE MATCH BETWEEN FINN AND FARRELL!
Rich Russillo: The two men slowly begin to approach each other, and now they begin the collar and elbow tie up, but Farrell is able to get the early advantage on Finn, lockin in a hammerlock! Finn trying to reach out for the ropes, but Farrell is able to drop Finn down to a knee, before locking him in a chinlock! Finn trying to reach for the ropes still, but to no avail! Instead, Finn’s now getting back to both feet, and now he drives an elbow into Farrell’s midsection, releasing him from the chinlock! Finn now with a forearm to Farrell! And a second! And now a third! Finn now with an irish whip sending Farrell into the ropes! Finn now attempting a clothesline but Farrell slides under him, AND THERE’S A DROPKICK, SENDING FINN STUMBLING INTO THE ROPES! Farrell now charging in, BUT FINN WITH A BOOT TO THE FACE, AND THERE’S A JUMPING NECKBREAKER BY THE MIDLAND KILLER! Farrell holding his neck in pain, but Finn is quick to push him down to the mat, with the first cover of the match!
Rich Russillo: And Farrell kicks out just before two!
James Peters: It’s gonna take more than that to keep Farrell down, but it looks like Finn’s got that covered as he drags Farrell to his feet, AND SENDS HIM RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! Finn dragging Farrell by his neck now, and now HE ONCE AGAIN SENDS HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLES, HITTING THEM SHOULDER FIRST! FINN NOW DRAGGING FARRELL TO THE MAT AND THERE’S A SECOND COVER!
James Peters: And Farrell kicks out once again! Finn probably thought that doing extra damage to the shoulders would allow him to be able to keep them down longer, but Farrell is still in this match! Finn looks at his corner, but there’s no one there as Kyie and Korey are still out outside the ring! Meanwhile Farrell’s slowly making it back to a knee- DISHONOR, NO! FARRELL ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY, AND THERE’S A GERMAN SUPLEX! Farrell V’s now the one looking outside the ring, but this time Kyie and Korey are slowly getting to their feet! Farrell now grabbing Finn, GERMAN SUPLEX! He’s not done! He lifts him up! A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX! He lifts him up once more, Mr. Every Night with A THIRD- NO! FINN WITH AN ARM DRAG, AND HE DIVES TO HIS OWN CORNER, AND LOOK! FINN TAGS IN KYIE, KYIE AND KOREY ARE BACK IN THE MATCH, BUT KYIE IS NOW THE LEGAL MAN, AND THERE’S A SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE, TAKING OUT FARRELL V JUST AS HE WAS GETTING BACK TO HIS FEET! Kyie getting back to his feet, AND THERE’S A JUMPING KNEE STRIKE, KNOCKING KOREY GAINES OFF OF THE APRON!
Rich Russillo: Farrell manages to get back to his feet, BUT KYIE WITH A SECOND KNE- NO! FARRELL GETS OUT OF THE WAY! ROUNDHOUSE KIC- NO! THIS TIME KYIE DUCKS IT! SUPERKICK! THE SUPERKICK CONNECTS BY KYIE, AND THERE’S THE COVER TO PUT AWAY FARRELL!
Rich Russillo: BUT FARRELL GETS THE SHOULDER UP! KYIE CAN’T BELIEVE IT, AND NEITHER CAN FINN! Kyie with an enraged look on his face as he slowly begins to drag Farrell back to his corner, and there’s the tag to Finn!
Finn Edwards (Off Mic): WE’RE COMING FOR YOU WILDCARDS!
Rich Russillo: They’re setting it up now! Kyie, WITH THE KING- NO! FARRELL FLIPS BEHIND KYIE, AND NOW HE SHOVES HIM RIGHT INTO FINN! FARRELL CHARGING INTO HIS CORNER, AND THERE’S THE TAG TO GAINES! Gaines into the ring, but Kyie charges straight at him! BUT THERE’S A KICK TO THE MIDSECTION, AND THERE IT IS! THE SPIN OUT POWERBOMB CONNECTS, BUT KYIE IS NOT THE LEGAL MAN! Korey back to his feet, and there’s Finn charging at Gaines with a Clothesline, BUT GAINES DUCKS IT, AND THERE’S A SECOND SPIN OUT POWERBOMB, THIS TIME TO FINN, AND THERE’S THE COVER TO PUT THIS AWAY!
Rich Russillo: NO, KICK OUT BY FINN! Finn survives, but Gaines single handedly took out both members of the Legion! The problem is, now he has to actually put this match to an end, and it looks like the Legion aren’t going to go down easily!
James Peters: Of course they aren’t! Say what you want about them, The Legion want this championship opportunity more than anything! I don’t think they’re willing to go down that easily, but from the looks of things, I don’t think they’re getting a choice as Gaines makes his way to the top rope to put this one away! Gaines looking all over the arena, savoring every second of this moment, as this is it! His time to get a championship opportunity! Gaines, OKLAHOMA TWISTE- NO! FINN ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND! FINN CRAWLING OVER TO GAINES NOW, AND HE ROLLS HIM OVER! THE COVER BY FINN, THIS MAY BE IT!
James Peters: NO! GAINES KICKS OUT! GAINES MANAGED TO SURVIVE, BUT FINN DOESN’T HESITATE TO LIFT GAINES TO HIS FEET! IN FOR THE KILL! THE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER CONNECTS, DRIVING KOREY’S HEAD RIGHT INTO THE MAT! THAT’S GOTTA BE IT, THERE’S NO WAY HE’S KICKING OUT OF THIS, AND THERE’S THE COVER FOR THE FINAL TIME! TO GO TO FIGHTING SPIRIT!
James Peters: FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH! FARRELL JUST HIT FINN WITH THE FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH, AND HE JUST SAVED THE MATCH FOR HIM AND KOREY, BUT HERE COMES KYI- ROUNDHOUSE KICK! FARRELL JUST SENT KYIE OUTSIDE THE RING, BUT HE’S NOT DONE YET! SUICIDE DIVE! FARRELL JUST TOOK KYIE OUT, BUT NOW KOREY NEEDS TO MAKE THE TAG TO HIM AS FARRELL MAKES HIS WAY BACK TO THE APRON!
Rich Russillo: But do you actually think Korey would be able to by now? He just got dropped by that devastating piledriver, there’s no way he’d be able to make it to Farrell! If anything, Farrell may have delayed this matches ending, but now the two teams are at a complete stalemate!
James Peters: But he’s trying! Gaines is crawling to Farrell, trying to make the tag- BUT THERE’S FINN! FINN, HOLDING ON TO GAINES’ LEG, BUT CAN GAINES MAKE IT? CAN GAINES GET THE TAG TO FARRELL? GAINES IS INCHES AWAY FROM FARRELL’S HAND! HE’S SO CLOSE! YES, HE MAKES THE TAG!
Rich Russillo: Farrell gets in the ring as fast as he can and look at him! Farrell immediately grabbing Finn, AND THERE’S A GERMAN SUPLEX! FARRELL NOW, HITTING THE SECOND! AND THIS TIME, THE THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX CONNECTS! BUT THERE’S KYIE! SUPERKIC- NO! THERE’S A GERMAN SUPLEX TO KYIE NOW! Kyie in the corner now as Farrell charges in, BUT KYIE GETS OUT OF THE WAY, AND LOOK! FINN ROLLS FARRELL UP!
Rich Russillo: NO! FARRELL KICKS OUT, AND THERE’S A SPINNING WHEEL KICK! BUT LOOK AT KYIE! A SECOND SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE- NO! SUPERKICK! FARRELL JUST TOOK OUT KYIE WITH A SUPERKICK OUT OF MID AIR! FARRELL JUST TOOK OUT KYIE DANIELS, AND NOW FINN IS LEFT ALONE- THE TITAN- NO! IT DOESN’T CONNECT! FARRELL DUCKS THAT RAINMAKER, AND THERE’S THE TAG TO KOREY! Finn charging at Farrell, BUT THERE’S A SECOND SPINNING WHEEL KICK! AND THERE’S KOREY AT THE TOP ROPE! THEY’RE GONNA DO IT! THE 405! THE IMPLODING 450 SPLASH CONNECTS! AND THERE’S FARRELL WITH A SUICIDE DIVE, TAKING OUT KYIE, MEANWHILE KOREY WITH THE COVER!
Bella Braxton: Here are your winners… FARRRRREEELLLLL V… AND KORREEYYYY GAAAAIIINNNEESSS!!!!!
James Peters: THEY DID IT! FARRELL AND KOREY ARE MEETING THE WILDCARDS AT FIGHTING SPIRIT! WHAT A CRAZY MATCH!
Rich Russillo: I thought the Legion had it won, but somehow Farrell and Korey managed to pull off the win, and now they have a shot at the Unified tag team championships!
(Farrell and Korey have their hands held up as “Crazy Train’ by Ozzy Osbourne starts playing. Meanwhile the Legion are outside the ring, furious at the outcome of the match. Voltage cuts to commercial break.)
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(Voltage returns from break. The sounds of the custom “Real Blaydemerican” theme music rip through the sound system, and IMMEDIATELY, jeers from the crowd are heard. Loud enough to almost overtake the guitar riffs and cheesy lyrics. It wasn’t long until Jazmin Garcia emerged from behind guerilla and onto the stage. She was followed by the President himself – Jackson Blayde. While he would normally wear a smug smile on his face, tonight he was nothing but serious. Following him out was the behemoth – the Secretary of Defense – Oskar Wagner, who was always stoic. Wearing the same expression on his face at all times. He stopped behind Jackson, crossing his hands behind his back.)
Rich Russillo: The fact that President Blayde has hired on a Secretary of Defense makes me happy, James. It means that Jackson is going all in on his quest to become the President of the WORLD. Noah Reigner has no chance against Jackson, especially now that Oskar is behind him.
James Peters: Oskar has his sights on the National Elite championship that Jack Ripley currently holds, and if a series of events happens at Fighting Spirit – the way they have been happening lately – I have no other choice but to agree. Oskar has left Ripley laying before with an impressive display of strength and power. And with this alliance of sorts now taking place? There is a big possibility that the futures for Reigner and Ripley could be in question.
Rich Russillo: It’s not a possibility, James. It’s a solid fact. Tonight Oskar and Jackson will face and will dismantle Rex McAllister and Xander Payne on their way to Fighting Spirit.
(Jackson and Oskar have begun their walk down the ramp, Jackson walking side by side with Jazmin. The trio enter the ring, and Jackson has removed the microphone from Bella’s hands. It seems as if the President wants to make a formal address tonight before this match.)
Jackson Blayde: Before Xander Lame and Sex Alabaster come out here to be absolutely destroyed by myself and my Defense Secretary – Oskar – I wanted to say a few things. Primarily that this is the LAST Voltage event that you all will have to sit through, and watch an anorexic twig like Noah Reigner parade around with a World HEAVYWEIGHT Championship. The fact that a man who can’t even tip Two Hundred on the scales, is a Heavyweight champion is absolutely mind-boggling in the first place. I say to all of you people that this is the last week you’re going to have to snore your way through a promo about Houses Winning, or Machine Guns firing, or whatever else he rambles on about – because at Fighting Spirit I’m going to destroy him and his water pistols. The Jackson Blayde that he’s beaten in the past? That man is long dead, and I stand before you – the former National Elite champion – as your PRESIDENT. A changed man, A BETTER MAN. A man that deserves to have the biggest prize in this industry – the World Heavyweight championship. Infact, I deserve it a hell of a lot more than Bore-ah Reigner does. Has he defeated Tex McAllister, the former World Champion? NO. I have, though. When he was at the top of his career, I beat him – and that is something that our current “CHAMPION” couldn’t do. We all know the only reason he’s our champion right now, is because he capitalized on a perk and stole the championship. And he is someone that – some of – you look up to?! It’s pathetic. A man that steals championships, a man that can’t beat formidable competition is a man that shouldn’t be allowed to call himself a champion. I will prove that at Fighting Spirit when I break his spirit. All of that heart and spirit he showed against LC at Grand Rampage will be broken – and it’s all by design that I am the one that breaks it. To quote a movie that has made over two billion dollars – which still doesn’t even scratch the surface of how much money I’m worth – I am inevitable. It was always meant to be ME that ends Noah Reigner. It was always meant to be ME that breaks the twig and sends his sorry ass back to whatever independent promotion that wants a broken, shell of a man to prop in a corner and exploit his quote-unquote “fame”. It was always going to be me that ends Bore-ah Reignman’s career here. We came in together, and in the end – only one of us was meant to stay. His career-clock is close to ticking it’s last tock – and it goes silent at Fighting Spirit.
(Jazmin stands next to Jackson with a smile stretched across her face. During Jackson’s speech, Oskar has moved to the ropes and retrieved his own microphone, then stood completely still behind Jackson. Offering quite a menacing sight.)
Oskar Wagner: Jack Ripley. I know you’re back there, and I want you to know that your time as the National Elite champion will be coming to a quick, painful ending. The moment you removed the championship from Jackson, was the moment your own fate was sealed. I came into the EAW looking for competition – looking for championships. You have one of the most prestigious championships on this brand, and I plan on removing it from you by force. You and the entire company know only a fraction of what I am capable of; but that will change. Next week at Fighting Spirit, I will break you – and I don’t mean it figuratively. I will LITERALLY break you, Ripley. You will be demolished, left as a heaping pile of two hundred pound rubble. You’re pathetic, weak frame will be bent and warped to a state of uselessness and I will have given Captain Charisma no choice but to fire you – because what good is having someone around who’s so broken, who’s so destroyed – that you can’t do anything with, except buy him a permanent wheelchair? You are scum, Ripley, and at Fighting Spirit – the poor collection of fans that you have supporting you? They’re going to learn the truth about you, Ripley. They’re going to learn that you’re nothing more than a weak, insignificant pissant that I will CRUSH underneath my boot. And then I will raise the National Elite championship high into the air – signifying the beginning of the most dominant reign in EAW history.
Jackson Blayde: Perfectly said. At Grand Rampage, you all thought a weakness was exposed in Blaydemerica when Jack Rippedskin defeated me – but through defeat, Blaydemerica rises up – stronger than ever before. When Oskar CRUSHES Zack and when I end Bore-ah’s pathetic reign, Blaydemerica will be unstoppable. Voltage will be OURS, just as it was always meant to be…
(Jackson took a short pause, but just as he rose the microphone back to his mouth to speak – “Don’t Stop” by InnerPartySystem hits the P.A. system. Jackson rolls his eyes and drops his arm – turning to the stage, just as Jazmin and Oskar did – to see the EAW World Heavyweight Champion, Noah Reigner, emerge from behind the curtain. His championship slung over his shoulder, and the opposite hand holding a microphone. The champion had a hint of a smirk touching his lips when he stopped on the top of the stage and stared down to his long-time rival. His music cut abruptly, and that was his cue..)
Noah Reigner: Are you done? K, Cool. .. This whole Blaydemerica thing… it’s cute. I mean, it gives you a little bit of attention from some people, especially when you conned your way to the National Elite reign as you did. But do you honestly think you’re, what was it, inevitable? That you are going to be the one responsible for ending my reign? Jackson, how do you plan on doing that – when you could never beat me in the first place? Go back, JackO. The only time you got the ‘W’ was when Dubian was.. Well.. Dubian, and he was pinned in some stupid tag match. Me though? You have never, could never, and will never pin me. How many chances have you had, and how many times have I left you flat on your back? Spare everyone the nonsense on how ‘things have changed’, because the only things that have changed are – the fact that I’m wearing the World championship now and that you’re an unhealthy shade of orange – even more so than the last time I looked at you. I’m beginning to think all of that spray tan, and time in the salon is beginning to show it’s long-lasting effects and you’re losing the last of your brain cells. Face the facts, Jackson. You are a loser. You always have been, and you always will be. You can say whatever you want about Blaydemerica rising up and taking over – but you’ve proven on many occasions that everything that comes out of your mouth is bullshit. So, forgive me, but I’m not buying any of that garbage. The Blaydemerican Nation has fallen, and I will be there to make sure I stop and burn down any attempt at a resurrection. And while you’re trying to convince yourself or others that you were always meant to be the one who defeats me – the fact of the matter is, I don’t need to convince anyone that I can beat you. It’s been done already. And once I shoot you down – AGAIN – you, and this entire fantasy of being a president and a world champion will hopefully disappear for the last damn time..
(Noah lowered the microphone, which was Jackson’s cue to bring his back to his mouth .. only to once again be cut off by a different entrance music. You can see Jackson become visibly frustrated, especially when he realizes the music was “Stitch” by Wage War – the music that belongs to Jack Ripley. The National Elite champion strolls out onto the stage, his championship strapped tightly around his waist and a smile plastered on his face. He too held a microphone in his hand and stopped next to Noah on the stage. His music stopped, and inside the ring now Oskar was now more intrigued than ever.)
Jack Ripley: You didn’t think I would miss this party, did you? If so, shame on you Blaydemerican’s. But then again, you are both dumb enough to call yourself Blaydemerican’s after all, so should I really be concerned that your shocked, aggravated and upset that I’m out here? Neither one of you expected myself or Noah to come out here, did you? You just wanted to stand down there and run your mouths, take some shots, and pretend to be tough guys. Now you’re worried. Now you’re upset because you know all we would have to do is walk down there and it would be short work to shut you both up. Especially you, Jackson. You’ve been the whipping boy for the both of us, so your tough-guy act isn’t fooling anyone. Shut up while you’re ahead. And as far as you go, Oskar, I will admit – you’ve put me on my back a couple of times. And while I can stand here and cut you down for being a coward while you did it, with me not at my full capacity, I’ll give you a break – because you apparently can’t process your own thoughts, which is why you are eating from Blayde’s horribly-blotched spray-tanned hand. I’ll break this down for you, real simple. Whatever happened on the last few Voltage’s, that’s behind us – at Fighting Spirit you will get me one on one, face to face – and I can guarantee that you will find out it’s not so easy to crush me – like you claim. Jackson had a big head going into our match – well, he still does but that’s beside the point – and look what happened to him? I know he’s feeding these delusional ideas about an all golden Blaydemerica – but what you don’t know is that Jackson is a mental midget. I mean.. The guy thought he could beat me, and he currently thinks he can beat Noah – who’s whooped that ass multiple teams in the last year. I don’t care that you’re as big as a house, all it takes is a couple of well placed, and well timed shots to make that house crumble to it’s foundation. And just like Germany did in 1945, you will crumble — falling to my feet. Pew pew pew, you big bitch. … You know what, Noah? I have an idea. These two morons are about to compete. I think we should go down there and get ourselves some front row seats.
Noah Reigner: Sounds like a good idea to me.
(Noah and Jack both smirk and begin to walk down the ramp. Oskar seems unphased, but Jackson and Jazmin are both yelling at the referee to send them away. The referee only shrugs his shoulders, which doesn’t do anything except further annoy Jackson. And with that, we fade into a commercial break.)
(Commercial break for HP laptop computers. They’re so great, you’ll end up typing thousands and thousands of words on your cellphone instead! :troll:.)
(Returning back from commercial, both the World Heavyweight champion and National Elite champion have taken seats at the commentary table.)
James Peters: Well, it seems we have a couple of unexpected visitors to the commentary table tonight. Noah Reigner and Jack Ripley, welcome guys. A little scouting ahead of your big matches next week at Fighting Spirit?
Noah Reigner: Thanks. And, you can say that I guess. I know what Jackson is capable of, but this Oskar guy? The way Cameron speaks about him, it makes me wonder what HE is capable of. I’m not arrogant enough to believe that Jackson won’t try to use him to his advantage come Fighting Spirit, to try and throw me off my game so he can take my championship; so I’m interested to see what this guy can bring.
Jack Ripley: I’ll tell you what he’ll bring, Noah. Jack and shit. He’s just another big doofus in an environment that doesn’t suit him. I’ll expose him and prove that at Fighting Spirit. So don’t worry about him in your title match, he’ll be on a plane back to Germany before then.
Rich Russillo: You are so wrong, Jack, I don’t even know where to begin correcting you. Ugh. Oskar has been dominant since arriving onto Voltage. He’s even beaten Jackson Blayde before you managed to do it. He defeated THE PRESIDENT, so you need to show him some respect.
Jack Ripley: I’ll show respect when I feel he deserves it, and right now? He doesn’t. He’s another challenger that’s going to step up to get shot down.
Noah Reigner: :whoa:
(Before anything else could be said, “It Follows” by Cane Hill hits the P.A. system, and out brings one half of the Tag Team Champions, Xander Payne. His championship slung over his shoulder, and a focused look of determination on his face as he eyes the ring and begins to make his way down..)
James Peters: Instead of dealing with potential gimmick infringement here – let’s focus. Xander Payne and Rex McAllister are going to form a union tonight to face the team of Blaydemerica – it seems.
Rich Russillo: Doesn’t matter, James. Rex, Myles, Noah, Jack – Xander could have literally picked anyone, and would still be in a losing battle against the President and the Secretary of Defense of Blaydemerica.
Noah Reigner: Damn, if you were on Jackson’s dick any harder – you would be foreskin, Rich. We get it, you like him. But you’re straddling that creepy, stalker line.
Jack Ripley: I bet you he dresses up like Jackson, getting a spray tan and all.
Bella Braxton: Making his way to the ring, one half of the EAW Tag Team Champions — from Brampton, Ontario – weighing in at Two Hundred and Forty Pounds; Xander Payne!
(Xander has rolled into the ring, holding his championship in his hand as he stands his ground – looking dead ahead to Jackson and Oskar, who seem unphased by Xander’s presence. Xander’s entrance music fades right into “Still Unbroken” by Lynyrd Skynyrd – and the crowd pops massively when the ‘tron clicks on with the name ‘Rex McAllister’. It only took him a second before he walked out onto the stage. One of the undeniable faces of EAW, he stopped with a smile on his face.)
Rich Russillo: Noah, how does it feel knowing that the man that you could never beat – Rex McAllister – has been defeated by President Blayde? The one man on Voltage that you haven’t been able to get passed, Jackson handled quite easily. If you ask me, that means he’s more qualified to be the World champion.
Noah Reigner: That’s it, Rich. No one did ask you, though. Rex and I have had out battles, and one day we’ll have a match that will get an outcome – instead of pissy and obnoxious ‘vets’ running in because they felt they’re due something that’s not deserved.
(Rex begins to walk down the ramp, turning his attention to the ring where his opponents watch him closely..)
Bella Braxton: And his partner, from Sea Isle, New Jersey — weighing in at Two Hundred and Eighty-Eight Pounds — Rex McAllist—-
James Peters: WATCH OUT!!!
(Rex is BLASTED from behind and falls forward, face first to the stage. The camera pans up..)
James Peters: It’s Visual Prophet! He just hit Rex from behind the ‘Kiss to the Head’, hitting him directly in the back of the skull. Rex is beginning to push himself up, but Viz is all over him. Stomping and kicking him to keep him down.
Rich Russillo: Inside the ring, Jackson and Oskar are watching – Jackson’s even finds it amusing! Xander’s exited the ring, but hasn’t made his way up to help his partner for the night..
James Peters: Someone needs to come out and help him! Viz has Rex up — and Rex is trying to fight back! Rights and left from McAllister – but Viz stops it with a knee to the stomach.. IKE TURNER SPECIAL! Rex is down and out!!
Rich Russillo: Viz has grabbed Rex, though. Dragging him to the top of the ramp and pulling him up to his feet.
Jack Ripley: Rex is teetering on the edge of the stage..
Noah Reigner: Viz just kissed his head. This isn’t going to be pretty, guys. Where is the security?
James Peters: KISS TO THE HEAD AGAIN!! REX FALLS BACKWARD… CRASHING THROUGH THE ELECTRICAL TABLE!!! OH MY GOD, GET MEDICAL OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!! SOMEONE!!
Noah Reigner: Jesus fucking christ…
Jack Ripley: Welp .. Rex might be dead.
James Peters: MIGHT!?
Rich Russillo: Well, I can tell you for sure that Rex won’t be able to compete in this match. But now we have to think ahead to Fighting Spirit. Will Rex be able to compete against Viz?
(Visual Prophet stands on the top of the stage, smiling down at the broken body of Rex McAllister in the carnage beneath him. Medics are quick to join the scene, bringing a stretcher with them. Visual Prophet blows a kiss to Rex and waves.)
Visual Prophet (Off-Mic): See you soon, baby.
(The arena is completely silent. No one really knows how to react at the moment to what just happened to Rex. Matt Daniels is also on stage now, and he’s shouting at production to cut to a commercial.)
(Commercial break for bh Cosmetics liquid lipstick in the shade ‘Clara.’ This is followed by an ad for Sugarpill liquid lipstick in the shade ‘Kim Chi.’ These two shades have nothing in common except for the fact they were both found in Kassidy Heart’s makeup bag.)
(Returning from the commercial break, we find Myles has now come down to the ringside area and stands next to Xander outside of the ring. The tag team champions are in conversation, looking into the ring at Jackson and Oskar. Oskar still remains stoic, unmoved. Jackson’s leaning arrogantly in the corner, looking at his wrist – as if he’s wearing a watch.)
Rich Russillo: The medical team has removed Rex from the broken tables and equipment from another unfortunate fall off of the stage.
James Peters: Unfortunate fall? Viz knocked him off, trying to eliminate Rex before Fighting Spirit. After that cowardly attack, Rex has been transported to a local medical facility to be further evaluated. But now we have another problem. Jackson and Oskar are expecting a match, and Xander doesn’t have a partner.
Noah Reigner: Well, technically he does. Myles is out here, and looks like Myles is telling Xander he will be in this match.
Jack Ripley: Not a smart plan, though. He has Charlie Marr later. Would you put yourself through this match and then turn around to face Charlie?
James Peters: That’s a good point.
(Myles is about to climb onto the apron, but Xander stops him. Myles looks shocked at Xander, and Xander simply says “I got this.” He gives a nod to Myles and turns around to the ring. Xander climbs in, and QUICKLY rushes into the corner and blindsides Jackson – knocking him through the ropes, to the ground. Then turns to Oskar and begins to feed him stiff strikes.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: Xander has elected to go at this match alone, telling Myles he was going to handle it and then blindsided Jackson out of the ring. Now he’s firing strikes at Oskar. Xander’s turned to hit the ropes, trying to gain some momentum to put behind his strikes against the big man.. SHOULDER BLOCK. Xander hits the mat hard.
Rich Russillo: Xander’s back to his feet quick.. CHOP! And he’s back down.
Noah Reigner: Jesus, that looks like it hurt. Sounds like it too – from the echo, and now Xander’s scream.
Rich Russillo: That’s why he’s the Secretary of Defense. Chopping down all of the fake ‘challenges’ that come his way.
(Rich glared to Ripley, who rolled his eyes.)
James Peters: Xander isn’t one to back down, though. He’s up and once more he’s offering to trade shots with Oskar. Feeding ‘Das Wrestler’ two, three right hands before opening himself up for Oskar to retaliate – one punch putting Xander on his back. He’s back up to do it again. Three more punches, and Oskar headbutts Xander to put him down. This time after scurrying to his feet, Xander gets whipped into the corner where Jackson is waiting. Tag.
Rich Russillo: Here comes President Blayde in the ring. FURIOUS after Xander blindsided him, Oskar keeps Xander pinned into the corner, allowing Jackson to feed him stiff, repetitive kicks. President Blayde pulls him out of the corner .. Belly to Belly Suplex! Jackson’s up quickly, and he looks out to all of his adoring voters. Soaking in the love!
Noah Reigner: Yeah — I’m not so sure that boo’s equate to love, Rich. But he’s being arrogant and not paying attention to Xander. Xander’s no slouch in the ring, so this isn’t a smart move by your so-called ‘President’.
James Peters: Solid point by Noah, especially considering Xander is up now and grabs Jackson – turning him around.. Forearm strike, forearm strike.. ENZUIGIRI! Jackson’s wobbling. Xander’s up again, hits the ropes and comes back to Jackson with a huge clothesline! The former National Elite champion is sent up and over the top rope and crashes down onto the floor.
Rich Russillo: Oh no! Jackson hits hard, and now Jazmin is out there to check on our poor president. Oskar has also dropped off of the apron and moves to Jackson, grabbing his arm and helping him up. The Secretary of Defense making sure the President can continue. That fall was hard and it looked like Jackson hit his head off of the barrier.
James Peters: Wait, wait! Xander has hit the ropes… TOPE CON HILO OVER THE TOP ROPE! XANDER PAYNE LANDS DIRECTLY ON TOP OF JACKSON AND OSKAR BOTH! THE UNEXPECTED MOVE TAKES BOTH JACKSON AND OSKAR DOWN!
Jack Ripley: That’s a lot of weight to come crashing down on you like that.
Noah Reigner: Trust me, man. I know that to be a fact. Oskar’s grabbed Xander up now, but Xander’s still fighting back. Something’s clicked with Xander, lately. Ever since Tempest – he’s shown a new level of fight. He’s pushed Oskar away and, damn! What a superkick..
James Peters: A quick superkick from Xander drops Oskar to a knee against the steel steps… RUNNING CANNONBALL! XANDER JUST CANNONBALLED ONTO OSKAR, SANDWICHING HIM INTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Rich Russillo: Oskar was caught off guard by that Superkick and then the Cannonball. Xander’s successfully eliminated the secretary of defense for right now. … BUT THERE’S THE PRESIDENT, GRABBING XANDER AND THROWING HIM INTO THE BARRIER! And that is why he’s the president, and that is why HE has a better chance of removing the championship off of YOU Noah, than Xander ever did. To hell with that new level of fight – or whatever you said. All it takes is intelligence.
James Peters: Jackson’s grabbed Xander up again, rolling him into the ring. After briefly checking on Oskar, he slides into the ring and is immediately all over Xander. Stomps and kicks. Grabbing him up again, only to plant him with a hard suplex. Jackson floats over, making the first cover of the match.
Noah Reigner: Easy kick out. Did he really think a Suplex would keep down Xander? Some intelligence..
Jack Ripley: That’s the same intelligence that.. Lost him the National Elite championship. He should stay focused, not play to the crowd, and keep the pressure on Xander. I mean, look at him – he’s looking down to Jazmin, and now he’s talking to Oskar.
James Peters: He’s tagged Oskar, and now Oskar’s in the ring – and he doesn’t look too happy. He’s marched right up to Xander – grabbing him by the head to lift him up. Xander’s fighting back with shots to the stomach, but Oskar’s too powerful. Xander’s vertical, but only for a moment before Oskar lifts him up onto his shoulders and drives him down with a death valley driver. Oskar’s moved onto his knees, grabbing Xander’s head and HEADBUTTS HIM REPEATEDLY!
Noah Reigner: That’s a bit excessive..
Jack Ripley: Legal, but questionable. He’s bound to scramble up those brain cells and likely to lose some. Which is fine by me, maybe he’ll forget his way down to the ramp and I’ll have an easier night than what’s already penned for me.
Rich Russillo: Wrong. The headbutts from Oskar are doing a lot of damage to Xander, and now he follows up by sprinting to the ropes .. running Senton!! Over three hundred pounds crashing down on Xander!
James Peters: Xander rolls to the apron. Smart move, avoid being pinned and giving himself a moment to breathe. But I can only assume that he’s regretting sending Myles away, now.
Noah Reigner: I can’t help but to agree. Handicap matches never favor the person by themselves, especially with this big dude in the ring.
James Peters: Oskar’s moved to the apron, grabbing Xander and pulling him up – using that long reach of his to reach over the ropes to do so. Once Xander is up to his feet, XANDER GRABS OSKAR’S HEAD AND PULLS HIM DOWN THROAT FIRST OVER THE TOP ROPE! OSKAR’S GRIP IS RELEASED AND XANDER MOVES TO THE NEAREST CORNER, CLIMBS THE TURNBUCKLES .. MISSILE DROPKICK!!!! Xander just flew through the air and dropkicked Oskar! What an impressive move by Xander Payne!
Rich Russillo: But he dropkicked Oskar right into his own corner, where Jackson’s tagged himself in. President Blayde rushes in..
Jack Ripley: And is caught! Fireman’s Carry lift by Xander .. spin out .. NECKBREAKER! Xander flips Jackson over and crawls on top of him for a pin..
Rich Russillo: Jackson kicks out with power. He’s up quicker than Xander is and wraps the fat boy up in a headlock..
James Peters: Xander’s wrapped his arms around Jackson’s waist.. Back drop suplex! Xander’s up again quickly, but so is Jackson. Xander attempts to wrap Jackson up for a German Suplex, but Jackson fires back a stiff elbow to break it up. Xander’s backed away, holding his jaw .. and Jackson comes back with an STO Neckbreaker! Grabbing Xander up again, Jackson’s executed his own German Suplex..
Noah Reigner: HOW DID XANDER JUST BACKFLIP AND LAND ON HIS FEET? Dude weighs two hundred and.. Whatever.. He can’t just backflip like that. It’s unnatural.
Jack Ripley: He’s pretty agile for a man his size, color me impressed. He’s landed behind Jackson.. He calls that move the OVERDOSE! Canadian rack lift.. Dropped into a GTS! Jackson’s head bounced awkwardly off of Xander’s knee. Xander’s dropped and spun Jackson onto his back, going to cover..
James Peters: Oskar’s come back into the ring, going to break that up before it even starts.
(Audible static is heard as Jack removes his headset and moves to the ring, grabbing Oskar’s foot and stopping his progress.)
James Peters: Jack has just grabbed Oskar and is pulling him out of the ring! The referee is not in position to see it, he’s down to make the count.
James Peters: Jackson is able to kick out at the last second.
Rich Russillo: This is bullshit! Jack has Oskar outside of the ring fighting him … HITTING HIM WITH A CHAIR!!! DISQUALIFY XANDER! BLAYDEMERICA WIN!
Noah Reigner: Nah, the referee hasn’t seen anything.
James Peters: Exactly. He’s still focused on what’s happening in the ring. Jackson is up to his feet and so is Xander. Xander waits for Jackson to turn to him … BLOODY NOSE! DISCUS PALM STRIKE..
Rich Russillo: Blayde ducks! FRACTURED DDT!! HE SPUN XANDER AROUND AND PLANTED HIM WITH THE FRACTURE DDT! Now Jackson looks to tag.. But realizes Oskar isn’t there. He see’s Oskar laid out on the outside, and now notices Jack at the ramp.
James Peters: Now he’s having words with the referee, and Jazmin is on the apron now too – yelling. The referee has turned to Jack.. JAZMIN HAS JUST TOSSED JACKSON A SET OF BRASS KNUCKLES SHE HAD HIDDEN IN HER TOP!
(Audible static again. This time Noah has removed his headset and has slid into the ring. The referee is still turned to Jack, who’s shrugged his shoulders saying he wasn’t involved.)
James Peters: Jazmin’s yelling at Jackson to turn around — and he does, right into Noah.. SHOT DOWN!!! Noah just hit Jackson with a jumping double underhook DDT and rolls out of the ring. The referee has turned around to see Jackson out.
Rich Russillo: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? WHY CAN’T THIS REFEREE DO HIS JOB! CLEARLY SOMETHING HAPPENED IF JACKSON WAS ON HIS FEET ONE SECOND, AND IS DOWN THE NEXT.
James Peters: The referee spots the brass knuckles and looks down to Xander – who’s sitting in the corner, shaking his head saying he didn’t use them. The ref kicks them out of the ring, and Xander is quick to crawl into the cover..
Bella Braxton: And here is your winner.. XANDER PAYNE!!!
(Xander is quick to roll out of the ring with his arms up in celebration. Jackson has JUST come to when he hears Bella’s announcement and he sits up quickly. Flabbergasted. Jackson turned to see Noah, and he immediately moved out of the ring and charged him.)
Rich Russillo: Here we go! Jackson and Noah going at it on the outside of the ring.
James Peters: Jackson clued in that Noah cost him the match, and now the two are exchanging rights and lefts on the outside. Noah getting the advantage being fresher, but Jackson’s strength comes in to play. Noah’s thrown Jackson into the barrier. Jackson reciprocated by throwing Noah into the post.
(Back and forth the two go, brawling up to the ramp and up to the stage. Once again, EAW officials are left to break up another fight and Voltage cuts to another commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Pilot brand Orange highlighters complete with eraser on the end. Highlight the wrong route on your exclusive AAA roadmap? Use the eraser end of the highlighter to pretend that never happened and start over!)
(Voltage returns from break as “Snakeskin” by Example is playing throughout the arena. Daryl Kinkade is shown taking a seat at the broadcast booth. He puts on his headset, greets everyone, and as his music fades out, the camera cuts to Bella.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!
(‘Enemy Strike’ by Yuki Hayashi blasts through the speaker along with an enormous following from the crowd in attendance. Myles steps onto the stage with the EAW Tag Team Championship around his waist. He scans the horizon before walking down the ramp. )
Bella Braxton: From Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 208 pounds….. HE IS ONE HALF OF THE EAW UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…. MYYYYLESSSSSS
Rich Russillo: Earlier tonight, the first challengers for The Wildcards’ EAW Tag Team Championships were determined and you got to factor that into this match tonight. Myles probably has divided attention, half of it onto his opponents at Fighting Spirit and his opponent here tonight, Charlie Marr.
(‘It Ain’t Safe” by Skepta blares throughout the arena, overpowered by rainfall of thunderous boos from the EAW Universe. Charlie Marr and Jordie Ripley make his appearance with a cocky smug on his face, taking in the boos on the stage before making his way down to the squared circle. )
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Tower Hamlets, England weighing in at 240 pounds….. CHAAAARRRRLLIIEEEEE MARR!!!!
James Peters: Not only are we a week away from the EAW Tag Team Championships being defended, but we are also a week away from one of the most exciting main events in Voltage history. We are a week away from witnessing former tag team partners, Daryl Kinkade and Charlie Marr colliding and I am so hyped.
Rich Russillo: In the past, we have seen both individuals knock heads, even throughout their tag team run and both men have the opportunity to prove who is the better out of the two. With Daryl Kinkade here at ringside, acting as a guest commentator, Marr has another opportunity to establish his dominance and momentum stepping into Fighting Spirit.
( DING! DING! DING! )
Rich Russillo: The bell has rung and this match is underway. Charlie Marr has been saying that Myles has been performing under the shadow of Xander Payne and tonight, Myles has an opportunity to prove him wrong. Marr walks over to Myles with an empowering smirk on his face, smiling as he stands right in the face of Myles. Myles doesn’t move a muscle, not intimidated by Marr’s presence.
Daryl Kinkade: Marr extends his hand forward, asking for a handshake and Myles does not seem impressed at Marr’s humour. The crowd raining boos down onto the sinister smiling Marr. Myles with a dead look in his eyes extends his arm, but immediately pulls it back, grabs his hair, and flicks his sweat towards Marr.
Rich Russillo: Marr touches the sweat on his chiselled chest with a disgusted look on his face. He looks up and MYLES WITH A KNEE OUT OF THE GATES!! MARR FALLS TO THE GROUND AS MYLES MAY HAVE JUST WON THE MATCH!!
Daryl Kinkade: MARR KICKS OUT!!! Myles almost put Marr away at the get-go of this match. Marr with a severe mistake that could’ve cost him. Too bad it didn’t.
James Peters: Could you have imagined if Myles could’ve defeated Charlie Marr that quick. Imagined how that loss would make you feel walking into the main event of Fighting Spirit. Myles now climbing to the top rope as Marr is still rocked from that explosive knee moments ago. Myles looking for an aerial maneuver, but Marr slides out of the ring.
Rich Russillo: Marr with a smart decision, but Myles looks to turn that positive into a negative as he runs the ropes!! AND SOARS OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!! TOPE CON HILO!!! AND MYLES LAUNCHES HIMSELF ONTO CHARLIE MARR!!!!! Myles reaching an impressive height and distance from Tope Con Hilo, proving why he is the current co-holder of the EAW Tag Team Championships.
James Peters: Myles continuing to set the pace, quickly moving Marr back into the ring Myles all fired up, focusing the energy back into Marr as he is back on the top rope! Marr gets back up to his feet, turning around as MYLES SOARS!! TOP ROPE METEORA!! NO!! MARR DUCKS HIM AS MYLES LANDS ONTO HIS FEET!!
Rich Russillo: Myles slides into the center of the ring, refocusing his attention on Marr, charging into him in the corner. Marr gets his left foot up, attempting to put a halt on Myles’ momentum, but Myles holds onto his foot, spins him around where he is hung from the second rope! MYLES GRABS HIS HEAD, TWISTING IT DOWN AND DRIVING HIS NECK INTO THE CANVAS WITH A ROPE-HUNG NECKBREAKER!!! Myles rolls him over and hooks his leg for the cover.
Daryl Kinkade: Marr escaping out of the cover by two and you’ve got to know, maybe my presence at ringside has put a toll on Marr’s performance so far. Ever since the bell rang, Myles has been completely dominant.
James Peters: You could be right as Myles has been on fire lately. Myles grabs Marr, pulling it towards the corner and sitting on the top rope. Marr in position as Myles jumps over him, rolling him down in a sunset flip pin. But Marr rolls onto his feet, grabbing Myles and rolling him backwards. Myles transitions onto his knees from the rolls as Marr comes in from the ropes! MARR KICKS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!!
Daryl Kinkade: Myles ducks the kick, immediately getting back to his feet and back into Marr. MYLES WITH A MULTITUDE OF STRIKES TO THE CHEST OF MARR! FOLLOWED UP BY A SPIN KICK TO THE MIDSECTION!!! AND A KNEE STRIKE TO THE JAW OF MARR!!! MARR HIT A BONE-SHATTERING KNEE STRIKE, STRUGGLING TO STAND UP AS MYLES RUNS BACK INTO HIM!! MARR PICKS HIM UP!!! AND PLANTS HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!!! MARR CONNECTS WITH THE HEADMASTER RITUAL AND GOES FOR THE COVER!!
James Peters: Myles gets his shoulder up! Marr now has the opportunity to showcase his talent, establish his dominance in this match as he has Myles in a prone position to inflict pain. Myles doing the wise thing, rolling out of the ring and forcing Marr for a change of plans. Marr rolls under the bottom rope, walking over to Myles who is leaning on the announce table. MYLES WITH A HUGE FOREARM TO THE FACE OF MARR!
Rich Russillo: Marr momentarily stunned by the forearm as Myles grabs his head and runs with it! BUT MARR TURNS IT AROUND AND SENDS MYLES CRASHING INTO THE BARRICADE!!! Marr continues to kill the momentum of Myles as he grabs his head and runs with him again! AND TOSSES HIM INTO THE BARRICADE!! But Myles hops over the top of the barricade, avoiding the impact as Marr is clueless!
James Peters: Myles jumps onto the top of the barricade, hopping off and onto Marr! MARR WITH AN EUROPEAN UPPERCUT, TAKING THE HEAD OFF THE AUSTRALIAN SOLDIER!!!! Marr caught him with an European uppercut, giving time for him to regroup. But he isn’t taking any seconds to recuperate as he is back onto the case of Myles, grabbing his tights and DRIVING HIS KNEES INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!
Rich Russillo: Charlie Marr taking advantage of the leg trauma Myles underwent in his match against Rex McAllister a few weeks ago. Myles still has yet to recover from that match and Marr is taking full advantage of that! Marr raising his arms, proud of what he has done to Myles so far as MYLES FLIES OFF THE STEEL CHAIRS!!! AND LANDS A METEORA ONTO CHARLIE MARR!!!
James Peters: Just as we thought Charlie Marr had this match under control, Myles throws him off his game with an incredible maneuver. Talk about changing the complexion of a matchup in a hurry, but that Meteora has put a toll on Myles himself. Marr previously added damage to the recently hurt left leg of Myles and landing on his knees added grease to the flames.
Rich Russillo: What Myles needs to do is shake the damage off and do what he has done the entire match and that is dominate. Myles grabs Marr and rolls him into the ring. Marr quickly moves towards the corner, but Myles quickly cuts him off, picking him up and whipping him into the ropes. Marr reverses it, sending Myles into the corner and following up! MYLES GETS HIS FOOT UP!!
James Peters: Myles back seated on the top rope, looking for another move from above AND MARR WITH A DEVASTATING FOREARM TO MYLES!!! Myles stunned while Marr joins him at the top turnbuckle. Marr looking for a suplex off the top, but Myles sending down blows to the back of Marr, trying to stop him from lifting him up.
Daryl Kinkade: Myles exhausting Marr to a point where Marr has stopped fighting back. Myles realizing this as he rolls over Marr, possibly for a sunset flip powerbomb, BUT MARR LIFTS HIM UP!!!! SPINEBUSTER OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!! DAMNIT!!! A spectacular avalanche spinebuster from Charlie Marr! The distance that Myles was propelled from that spinebuster is god awful. Marr slowly crawls over to Myles for the cover.
James Peters: KICK OUT!!! Myles somehow was able to get his shoulder up! But, I don’t think anyone is surprised! If Myles can kick out of two Rex Effects, he can kick out of anything. You can understand why Marr is in disbelief from how Myles impacted into the canvas. Marr now gets up to his feet, clutches the hair of Myles and pulls it up unmercifully.
Rich Russillo: Marr is looking for The Queen Is Dead, hooking both of his arms! MYLES SHOVES HIM AWAY AND SMASHES THE JAW OF MARR WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!! Charlie Marr is staggered as Myles runs back into him! AND MARR STEAMROLLS THROUGH MYLES WITH A DEVASTATING CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!!
James Peters: Marr now picks him back up! LIFTING HIM UP IN A POWERBOMB!!! BUT MYLES FLIPS OVER HIM!!!! AND DRILLS HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A FLIPPING POWERBOMB!!! The referee unable to make a count as Myles immediately picks Marr up from the ground! LOOKING FOR ANOTHER POWERBOMB BUT MARR GETS OUT OF THE HOLD AND LANDS ONTO HIS FEET!!
Rich Russillo: The powerbomb hold is broken as Marr kicks his midsection and grabs his arms! THE QUEEN IS DEAD!!! NO!!!! MYLES PUSHES HIM INTO THE ROPES, RELEASING OUT OF THE HOLD AND RUNNING INTO MARR!!! Marr lifts him over his head and onto the apron. Marr turns around as Myles goes for a shoulder thrust, but CHARLIE GRABS HIS HEAD!! THE QUEEN IS DEAD!!! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT FROM THE APRON AS CHARLIE HOOKS HIS LEG FOR THE WIN!!
Daryl Kinkade: YES!!!! MYLES KICKS OUT!!!
James Peters: A look of disappointment on Marr’s face. We have seen a series of exchanges between these two and Marr thought this would be the last of this match, but it wasn’t enough to put Myles away. Marr beginning to become frustrated as he steps through the ropes and stares into Myles. Myles gets up to his feet as MARR SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE TOP ROPE
Rich Russillo: DEATH OR GLORY!!! NO!!! MYLES CAUGHT HIM WITH A KNEE STRIKE IN MID AIR!!! MARR WAS LOOKING FOR THE DIVING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT, BUT IT BACKFIRES AS MYLES GRABS HIM!!! HOOKING HIM UP!!! AND DRIVES HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE DE FACTO!!! HE GOES IN FOR THE COVER!!
Daryl Kinkade: MARR GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!! Myles cannot believe it! The entire audience in this arena believed it was over for Charlie Marr! Myles with a fire in his eyes, determined look on his face as he leans on the corner and sizes Marr up! HE CHARGES INTO MARR!! RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!!
James Peters: CHARING CROSS!!! MARR INTERCEPTED WITH THE DISCUS CLOTHESLINE OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! Marr grabs him, hooking both arms! LOOKING FOR THE QUEEN IS DEAD!! THIS COULD BE IT!! Marr is going to end this match with The Queen Is Dead, but is struggling to lift up the dead weight that is Myles!
Rich Russillo: Marr finally getting him up to his feet, hooking both arms full- MYLES SHOVES HIM AWAY!! AND MARR COLLIDES WITH THE REFEREE!!! The referee is taken out of this match as both Marr and Myles are completely exhausted and laid out on the canvas! What the hell is Daryl doing?
(Daryl tosses off his headset and rushes towards the ring!)
James Peters: He’s looking for something under the ring, peeking under the apron sheets and pulling out a steel chair from beneath the ring. The referee is out and Daryl Kinkade seems to take advantage of it as he holds onto the steel chair, stealthy sliding into the squared circle and stalking Charlie Marr. Marr is clueless! DARYL DRIVES THE STEEL CHAIR ONTO THE BACK OF MARR!!
Rich Russillo: This is completely illegal, but the referee is out and no one is here to call this as a disqualification! Marr is defenceless as Daryl has driven the steel chair onto his back for the eleventh time! Daryl continuing to smash it onto his back! The steel chair Daryl is using has now been rendered useless, broken as Daryl places it on the ground. Kinkade looking to put Marr on the shelf as he picks him up! HOOKING MARR UP AND PICKING HIM UP!!! AND DRIVES HIM INTO THE STEEL CHAIR WITH THE BEAUTIFUL LIE!!!
James Peters: The Cross-Legged Fisherman Buster into the steel chair as Kinkade throws the steel chair out of the ring. He grabs Myles and tosses him onto Daryl. He slides out of the ring, grabs the referee and throws him back into the ring! He proceeds to walk up the ramp, not looking back as the referee slowly takes the count!
( DING! DING! DING! )
Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….. MYYYYLESSSSS
James Peters: I cannot believe it! Myles has just defeated Charlie Marr! This could be one of the greatest wins in his career! Even though Kinkade had a say in this match, Myles had an outstanding showing in this match. Myles overcame Charlie Marr tonight and that is what matters.
Rich Russillo: Charlie Marr was just screwed by Daryl Kinkade. Myles is going to walk out of this arena as the victor because of the physical support of Daryl Kinkade. Kinkade obviously wants to put a bad taste on Marr’s mouth leading into Fighting Spirit. He is simply adding more heat to the fire and he has done that successfully.
James Peters: Daryl Kinkade walked straight to the back, not looking back after that steel chair assault. Myles walking up the ramp with a bright smile on his face as Jordie attends to Marr, who rests on the bottom turnbuckle as he develops an irritated look on his face. Both Myles and Marr look at each other, Myles with a smirk on his face, and Marr with frustration. Congratulations to Myles.
(The EAW Universe is treated to one last shot of the victor, before going to commercial.)
(Commercial break for Minecraft featuring The Wildcards.)
(Voltage returns from break and immediately cuts to Bella Braxton standing inside the ring. Pelted by whistles from sexually deprived men in the crowd, she keeps her composure and announces the next match.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is your main event for the evening!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bella Braxton: And is for the Big Banderson Bhampionship!
(The crowd goes bonkers, pounding the ringside barricade in anticipation.)
(“If Ya Smell” by Adam Massacre blares throughout the arena and the crowd comes unglued. The Woogieman emerges from the back donned in a black bandana tied behind his head, spiked brass knuckles wrapped around his hand and bleeding from his ear already, he marches menacingly down the ramp, sliding into the ring as his music fades.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, the challenger; from Jacksonville, Florida weighing in at 6’5” 220 lbs, he is THEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WOOOOOOOOOOOOGIEEEEEEEEEEEEMANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: If that isn’t evidence of what’s to come then I have no idea what the hell is going on. The Woogieman is here for a fight and that’s exactly what he’s going to get in arguably the biggest match of his career.
James Peters: He looks like an incarnation of Rambo! What have we got in store tonight?!
(“Here Comes the Boom” by DMX ft Sean Paul and Alexa Vegas begins to play and almost immediately El Landerson zips past the camera with The Big Banderson Bhampionship around his waist, donned in a gladiator helmet and a whip in hand he meets The Woogieman head on halfway down the ramp as the music dies out.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Rich Russillo: Why not ring the bell? If these two want to go at it, I say let them! El Landerson baseball slides through the legs of the by comparison, gargantuan Woogieman! He immediately starts to slash his quads with that whip! The Woogieman hops up and down in agony! Another lash! And another! Now The Woogieman is on all fours! El Landerson hurls back and whips him again across the spine! El Landerson drags him up and rolls him into the ring!
James Peters: You can see the visible welts on The Woogieman! Not the start he was hoping for, that’s for sure! El Landerson is looking for weaponry under the ring! A table! Check! Light tubes! Check! A staple gun?! Check! A crowbar! Check! A kitchen sink! I think that’s what he was looking for! He slides into the ring and bashes it over The Woogiemans head! He crumbles in a heap! El Landerson removes his championship from around his waist and waits in anticipation for The Woogieman to reach his feet! Which he does! BAM! HE JUST NAILED THE WOOGIEMAN OVER THE HEAD!!!
Rich Russillo: NO! SPEAR BY THE WOOGIEMAN! WHICH JUST ABOUT IMPALED EL LANDERSON! THERE GOES HIS GLADIATOR HELMET! OH JESUS THE WOOGIEMAN IS TEEING OFF ON EL LANDERSON’S RIBS WITH REPEATED SHOTS FROM THOSE SPIKED KNUCKLES!!! HE’S GRINDING UNTIL HE REACHES THE BONE!
James Peters: EL LANDERSON IS DESPERATELY TRYING TO COVER UP BUT BLOOD IS ALREADY SEEPING FROM THE RAW, FESTERING WOUND ON HIS RIBCAGE! OH MY GOD!!!!! UPPERCUT BY THE WOOGIEMAN RIGHT INTO THE WINDPIPE WITH THE SPIKED KNUCKLES! FUCK ME, HE’S ROLLING AROUND AND SQUIRTING BLOOD OUT LIKE A DAMN FOUNTAIN AND GASPING FOR AIR!!!!! The Woogieman drops down and hooks the legs!
Rich Russillo: KICKOUT BY THE ULTIMATE UNDERDOG! HOW IN THE HELL?! HE’S LOST A LOT OF BLOOD JAMES!
James Peters: Well Rich, when you’re defending one of the most prestigious prizes in this company, sometimes it’s a matter of instinct and survival!
The Woogieman: Bullshit! IT’S TIME TO TURN THE HEAT UP!
(The Woogieman raises an eyebrow and snaps his finger)
Rich Russillo: WHAT THE HELL?! FLAMES ARE NOW SHOOTING UP AROUND THE PERIMETER OF THE RING! IS THIS AN INFERNO MATCH NOW?! HAS THE WOOGIEMAN GONE MAD?! LOOK OUT! DROPKICK FROM BEHIND!!!!!! THE WOOGIEMAN FALLS ONTO THE SECOND ROPE!!!!! HE’S TRYING TO AVOID THE FLAMES AS BEST HE CAN!!!!!!!! TIIIIIIIIIIGER FEINNNNNNNNNTTTTTTT KICKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
James Peters: THE WOOGIEMAN JUST GOT A FACE FULL OF BOOT AND FLAME!!!!!!!!! HE’S ROLLING AROUND IN AGONY! HE’S LOOKING FOR SOMETHING, ANYTHING TO STOP THE PAIN!!!!!!! FOR GOD SAKE!!!! OH MY FUCK DON’T LOOK, HIS FACE… HE LOOKS LIKE FREDDY KRUEGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE IS SOAKED IN BLOOD AND HIS FACED IS A PORTRAIT OF MELTING FLESH, LIKE A FRIGGIN CANDLE!!!!!!! THIS IS HARD TO WATCH!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: What is El Landerson doing now?! He’s carefully removing the bandana that’s tied around The Woogieman’s head and now he’s tying it around his neck, I assume he’s trying to stop the bleeding from his windpipe, I have a feeling you’ll need as much blood circulating as possible in this match! Smart move! THE WOOGIEMAN IS BEGINNING TO STIR! EL LANDERSON DASHES TOWARDS HIM!!!!!!! BACK BODY DROP OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EL LANDERSON CRASHES BELOW AND LAYS IN A HEAP AGAINST THE BARRICADE!!! THE WOOGIEMAN WIPES THE BLOOD FROM HIS EYES AND CLIMBS THE TOP ROPE!! WHAT AGILITY FROM THE 6’5” FREAK OF NATURE!
James Peters: DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO EL LANDERSON ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: OH CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!! A SWIFT LIGHT TUBE ACROSS THE SKULL!!!!!!!!!!!!! EL LANDERSON WAS PLAYING POSSUM!!!!!!! HE MUST HAVE GRABBED A LIGHT TUBE FROM THE DEBRIS THAT HE PULLED OUT FROM UNDER THE RING EARLIER!!!!!! EL LANDERSON SENSES THE MOMENTUM HAS SHIFTED IN HIS FAVOR!!! HE GRABS A HOLD OF THE WOOGIEMAN AND IS DRAGGING HIS LIMP BO–
James Peters: NO! NO! NO! ANNNNNNNNNGLE SLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM ONTO THE FLAMES SHOOTING UP FROM THE RING APRON BY THE WOOGIEMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EL LANDERSON IS COOKED… LITERALLY! HE’S TRYING TO ROLL AROUND ON THE FLOOR TO RID HIMSELF OF THE FLAMES!!!!!!! THIS IS MADNESS FOLKS!!!!!! THE FLESH ON HIS BACK IS BUBBLING AND GURGLING!!!!!!! IT LOOKS LIKE SOME SORT OF LAB EXPERIMENT GONE WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
James Peters: THE WOOGIEMAN JUST TOOK MY WATER BOTTLE! HEY!!! HE TAKES A REFRESHING SIP, TAUNTING EL LANDERSON WHO IS SCREAMING IN PAIN ON THE GROUND!!!!!! THE SICK FUCK!!!! THE WOOGIEMAN TOSSES THE WATER BOTTLE INTO THE CROWD WALKS OVER TO EL LANDERSON. HE STARTS DRAGGING HIS SPIKED KNUCKLES DOWN THE ALREADY BURNT BACK OF EL LANDERSON! FLESH MUST BE PEELING OFF WITH EVERY SCRAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE’S LITERALLY CARVING HIM ALIVE!!!!
Rich Russillo: WHAT POINT IS THIS MAN TRYING TO PROVE???! JUST PIN THE SORRY SON OF A BITCH!!!! THE WOOGIEMAN DROPS TO A KNEE NEAR THE APRON AND HAS GOT A PANE OF GLASS!!!!!! HE’S GONNA KILL THIS GUY BEFORE THE NIGHT IS OVER!!! WAIT A SECOND! DROPKICK TO THE KNEE OF THE WOOGIEMAN AS THE GLASS SHATTERS ALL OVER THE FLOOR!!!!!!!!! EL LANDERSON ZOOMS PAST THE WOOGIEMAN AND GETS A HEAD OF STEAM!!!!!!! RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNINNG BULLLDOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
James Peters: IS COUNTERED!!!!!!!! HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLY SHITTTTTT!!! SAMOAN DROPPPPPPPPPP ONTO THE SHARDS OF GLASSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EL LANDERSON’S BACK MUST BE MUSH AT THIS POINT!!!!!!!!! THE WOOGIEMAN IS SHAKING HIS HEAD! HE’S NOT DONE!! WHY NOT?!?! THIS IS A GOD DAMN TORTURE CHAMBER FOR EL LANDERSON!!!!!!! WAIT A SECOND!!!!!!!!!!! LOW BLOW BY EL LANDERSON WITH A SHARD OF GLASSSSSSSSSS IN HAND!!!!!! HE’S JAMMING IT INTO THE PACKAGE OF THE WOOGIEMAN AND TWISTING AS HE GOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: I GUESS YOU CAN COUNT OUT ANY FUTURE LITTLE WOOGIEMAN’S RUNNING AROUND!!!!! A HOPELESS, IF NOT DESPERATE LAST RESORT MANEUVER FROM EL LANDERSON!!!!!!! HOW IS HE STILL CONSCIOUS?! THE WOOGIEMAN IS YELLING IN PAIN!!!!! HIS MANHOOD HAS BEEN ERASED!!!!!!!! EL LANDERSON DROPS THE SHARD OF GLASS AND REACHES UNDER THE RING. HE PULLS OUT A STEEL CHAIR!!!! HE THEN DOUSES IT IN THE FLAMES FOR A FEW SECONDS!!!!!!! LOOK OUT WOOGIEMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
James Peters: ANOTHER VICIOUS SPIKED RIGHT HAND INTO THE FLAMING CHAIR THAT HAS JUST IGNITED THE FLAPS OF EL LANDERSON’S MASK!!!!!!!!!!!! THE WOOGIEMAN IS FEARLESS!!! HIS FACE IS BURNT! HIS BALLS ARE BLEEDING!!!!!!!!!! WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG?! FLOATOVER DDT ON THE BURNING CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!!!! LANDERSON IS RIVING IN PAIN, HOLDING HIS FACE!!!!!!!!!!!! I THINK HE’S GOTTA TAKE THAT MASK OFF BUT HIS PRIDE RUNS TOO DEEP!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: Or it might just burn off…. Good god!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S OFF!!! IT’S OFF!!! LANDERSON LOOKS LIKE IF SMEAGOL MET HADES THE HELLRAISER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!!!!!!!!!! THAT MASK HAS BEEN INCINERATED!!!! EL LANDERSON QUICKLY DIVES UNDER THE RING BUT WE ALL SAW IT!!! THAT SHIT IS A MEME WAITING TO HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!!! The Woogieman is laughing his ass off through the pain while is all transpiring!!!!!! LOOK!! IT’S EL LANDERSON ON THE OTHER SIDE WITH ANOTHER GLADIATOR HELMET AROUND HIS HEAD!!!!!!! I GUESS THEY STORE JUST ABOUT ANYTHING UNDER THE RING OR AT LEAST THAT’S HOW THE LEGEND GOES. IT’S LIKE AMAZON RUNS ITS BUSINESS DOWN THERE!
James Peters: BUT EL LANDERSON HAS TAKEN SO MUCH PUNISHMENT HE’S BARELY EVEN ABLE TO STAND! HERE COMES THE WOOGIEMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! SPEARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!!!!!!!!!!! EL LANDERSON’S SPINE PAINTS THE STEPS IN BLOOD! Woogieman grabs El Landerson by the throat, ripping away the black bandana and raises him up slowly, measuring him like a shark that smells blood in the water!!! HE’S GONNA GO FOR ANOTHER WINDPIPE SHOT WITH THE SPIKED KNUCKLES! DON’T DO IT!
Rich Russillo: DESPERATION DROP TOE-HOLD BOUNCES THE WOOGIEMAN’S HEAD OFF OF THE TOP OF THE STEPS!!! El Landerson gingerly reaches his feet, he’s arched over like an old lady! He strikes The Woogieman down with a vicious headbutt from his gladiator helmet! That sends The Woogieman to the foot of the entrance ramp! The Woogieman suddenly swings wildly with his spiked fist but El Landerson ducks down acrobatically! He follows with a sharp stinging kick to the thigh of The Woogieman and another for good measure! El landerson has shown great resilience, he knows what’’s stake here!
James Peters: That’s right Rich. The guy has heart and you can’t teach something like that. El Landerson grabs that crowbar he pulled out from under the ring earlier and slams it into the mid-section of The Woogieman! He keels over, gasping for air! BOOM! ANOTHER SHOT TO THE TEMPLE!!!! The Woogieman is flat on his back from that one! El Landerson ducks down picks up the table which he also pulled out from the ring earlier in the match. This could be a bad omen for The Woogieman!!! He sets the legs up while throwing a few spare punches towards The Woogieman. He rolls The Woogieman’s limp body on top of the table!
Crowd: LANDERSON! WOOGIEMAN! LANDERSON! WOOGIEMAN!
Rich Russillo: The crowd is electric here in Japan as El Landerson avoids the dangerous flames and perches himself on the top turnbuckle! El Landerson is on wobbly legs but he finds the strength to leap! FIVE-STAR-FROG-SPLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!! THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!!
James Peters: THE WOOGIEMAN SLIPPED OFF JUST BEFORE IMPACT!!!!!!!!!! EL LANDERSON IS A BLOODY MESS COVERED IN TABLE SPLINTERS!! THE SOUND OF BONE THROUGH WOOD ISN’T EXACTLY APPEALING TO THE EARS! THE WOOGIEMAN REACHES HIS FEET AND PICKS UP EL LANDERSON OVER HIS SHOULDERS LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES!!! HE THROWS HIM AKIN TO A SPEAR RIGHT INTO THE RINGPOST SHOULDER FIRST! EL LANDERSON CRUMBLES TO THE GROUND IN A HEAP OF PAIN!!! THE WOOGIEMAN IS RELENTLESS HERE!!!!!!! HE GRABS THE ARM OF EL LANDERSON AND RIPS OFF ONE OF HIS GLOVES!! WHAT DOES HE HAVE IN MIND?!!! OHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOO!! STOP IT!!!!
Rich Russillo: HE JUST STUCK EL LANDERSON’S HAND DIRECTLY INTO THE FLAME!!!!!!!!!!! AND HE’S… OH MY GOD!! HE JUST PICKED UP THAT CROWBAR THAT EL LANDERSON WAS USING A FEW MINUTES AGO. HE’S PEELING BACK EL LANDERSON’S BLOODY FINGERNAILS WITH THAT CROWBAR!!!!!! GROSS!!! YOU CAN LITERALLY HEAR THEM SNAP OFF AS IF THEY WERE TWIGS! ONE BY ONE!!!!!!! NOW HE JUST TAGGED HIM IN THE RIBS!!!!!!!! WITH THE CROWBAR!!! RIGHT WHERE THAT OPEN GASH WAS MADE WHEN HE RAMMED HIS SPIKED FIST EARLIER!!! THIS IS HARD TO WATCH JAMES!! OH THANK GOODNESS.. IT’S ABOUT TIME PARAMEDICS ARRIVED! THIS HAS GONE WAY TOO FAR!
(Paramedics are seen hopping over the barricade, met by boos from the crowd)
Generic Paramedic #1: Come on Woogie you’ve done enough!
The Woogieman: IT’S THE WOOGIEMAN! NOBODY CALLS ME WOOGIE EXCEPT MY MAMA!
(The Woogieman slams the crowbar into the head of the paramedic and the crowd goes nuts.)
Rough looking female paramedic with an anchor tattoo and a smoker’s cough #1: You wouldn’t dare.
(The Woogieman arches back and slams a spiked fist into the mouth of the paramedic.)
James Peters: DOWN SHE GOES! THE OTHER PARAMEDICS HAVE SCAMPERED AWAY! THE WOOGIEMAN IS SADISTIC!!! LANDERSON IS CRAWLING ON ALL FOURS BUT NOT GETTING VERY FAR! THE WOOGIEMAN STALKS HIM BUT LANDERSON ATTEMPTS TO DRIVE A FEW WEAK ELBOWS TO NO AVAIL! THE WOOGIEMAN JUST SHRUGS THEM OFF WITH EASE! He then drives a stiff knee to the midsection of El Landerson, basically toying with him at this point! El Landerson reaches out and grabs the legs of that chair that we saw earlier, but The Woogieman steps on top of the chair and shakes his head no as blood seeps from his face! LOOK OUT! EL LANDERSON FOUND ANOTHER SPARE GLASS SHARD AND JAMS IT INTO THE BELLY BUTTON OF THE WOOGIEMAN!!!!! UGH, THAT IS SO GRUESOME!!!!!! HE’S TWISTING AND TURNING AS IF IT WERE A SCREW!! THE WOOGIEMAN IS TRYING SO HARD TO PUSH HIM AWAY BUT THE PAIN IS EXCRUCIATING! YOU CAN SEE THE SHOCK IN HIS EYES!
Rich Russillo: EL LANDERSON FINALLY YANKS THE SHARD OUT BUT THE DAMAGE HAS BEEN DONE. HE QUICKLY ASCENDS THE BARRICADE AND LAUNCHES HIMSELF AT THE WOOGIEMAN! CROSSBODY!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!! HE’S CAUGHT!!!!!!!!!! THE WOOGIEMAN BODY SLAMS HIM HARD ON THE SHARDS OF GLASS!!!!!! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!!!! THE WOOGIEMAN SCOOTS OVER TOWARDS THE PARON AND REACHES DOWN. UH OH! HE PULLS OUT… OH JESUS AS IF WE NEEDED ONE OF THESE! A GIANT LADDER!!!!!!!!!!!! HE’S HAVING TROUBLE SETTING IT UP ON TOP OF THE GLASS SHARDS!!! LOOK AT ALL THE GLASS STUCK TO EL LANDERSON’S BACK! HE’S A GOD DAMN HUMAN PIN CUSHION!!!! HE’S FOUND A WEAPON THOUGH!
James Peters: A THUMBTACK BAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE WOOGIEMAN BETTER PAY ATTENTION!!! HE’S LOOKING AROUND FOR EL LANDERSON, HE’S BEEN TOO PREOCCUPIED WITH THE LADDER!!!!!!!!!! BEHIND YOU! BEHIND YOU! OH MMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THUMBTACK BAT OOOOOOOOVER THE FUCKING SKULLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE JUST BROKE IT IN HALF!!!!!!! SWING BATTA BATTA SWING!!!! THE WOOGIEMAN TWISTS DOWN AND FACE FIRST ONTO THE GLASS SHARDS!!!!!!!!!!! EL LANDERSON RAISES THE BAT UP TRIUMPHANTLY!!! THE CROWD ROARS IN APPROVAL!!!!!!!!!
Crowd: FUCK ‘EM UP LANDERSON, FUCK ‘EM UP! FUCK ‘EM UP LANDERSON, FUCK ‘EM UP!
Rich Russillo: EL LANDERSON IS CLIMBING THE LADDER NOW WHICH IS SOAKED IN BLOOD SPLATTERS FROM THE WOOGIEMAN’S SKULL AFTER EL LANDERSON HIT A HOMERUN VIA THE WOOGIEMAN’S CRANIUM!!!!!!! HE’S REACHED THE TOP, BUT LOOK! THE WOOGIEMAN IS BEGINNING TO CLIMB!!!!!!! DO THESE GUYS HAVE AN OFF BUTTON?! THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE! EL LANDERSON SWINGS THE BAT AROUND BUT THE WOOGIEMAN PUNCHED IT DOWN TO THE FLOOR WITH HIS SPIKED FIST!!!!!!!!!! EL LANDERSON LOOKS AROUND FRANTICALLY!!! HE CLIMBS ATOP AT THE HIGHEST POINT OF THE LADDER! I DON’T KNOW WHAT HE HAS IN MIND BUT THE WOOGIEMAN PULLS HIM DOWN SO THEY’RE ON THE SAME RUNG!!!!!!!!!! THIS CAN’T BE GOOD!
James Peters: EL LANDERSON IS TRYING TO ELBOW THE WOOGIEMAN OFF BUT HE’S TOO WEAK TO DO SO!!! THE WOOGIEMAN CATCHES HIM THE LAST ELBOW!! WHAT THE HELL DOES HE HAVE IN MIND!!!!!! THE WOOGIEMAN SWINGS HIS ARM AROUND THE THROAT OF EL LANDERSON AND….
James & Rich: HOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: THE WOOGIEMAN JUST SOARED THROUGH THE AIR WITH EL LANDERSON IN HIS CLUTCHES AND PLANTED HIM WITH “THE BOTTOM” OVER THE ROPES, OVER THE FLAMES, FROM THE TOP OF LADDER AND INTO THE RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE FIRE SHOOTS INTO THE AIR!!!!!!!!!! THEY’RE BOTH MOTIONLESS IN THE RING!!!!! THIS IS LITERAL HELL!!!!
Crowd: ONE MORE TIME!!!!!! ONE MORE TIME!!!!!!!! ONE MORE TIME!!!!!!!!
James Peters: I think I’ve had enough of Japanese deathmatches for a while.
Rich Russillo: THE WOOGIEMAN DRAPES AN ARM OVER EL LANDERSON!!!!!!! COULD THIS BE IT?!!!
Ref & Crowd: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE’S DONE IT! HE’S DONE IT!!!!!!!! THE BOYHOOD DREAM HAS COME TRUE!!!!!!! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT RICH?!
Rich Russillo: I don’t know quite frankly, what to think after that match, except thank god it’s over. Nevertheless, Congratulations to the Woogieman! He showed us a side that I never thought he had in him!
Bella Braxton: YOUR WINNER… AND NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW BIG BANDERSON BHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEEEEEEEEEE WOOOOOOOOOGIEMANNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(“If Ya Smell” by Adam Massacre replays throughout the arena. The Woogieman leans against the turnbuckle beaten but proud while the flames die down with the Big Banderson Bhampionship resting on his shoulder/ The Japanese crowd stands on their feet, cheering him on for a good five minutes.)
Crowd: WOOGIEMAN! WOOGIEMAN! WOOGIEMAN!!!
(The screen fades from The Woogieman holding the championship up high on the top turnbuckle, and goes into a commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Mother’s Day featuring various EAW Elitists and their moms. Make sure to gift your mother with merchandise featuring her favorite Elitists. Use code “MOM” at checkout for 30% off.)
(Voltage returns from a very extended commercial break and cuts back to the ringside area. Blood and carnage from the horrific Landerson/Woogie battle is still everywhere, and the smell of burnt flesh still lingers, but James Peters is standing inside the blood soaked ring. A table has been set up and several papers have been spread out. Two ink pens sit on opposite sides of the table, and the Voltage broadcaster looks a little exhausted over the events that have taken place tonight. It just goes without saying that Voltage is a complete mess of a program. James is holding a microphone and after a few minutes of listening to the bloodthirsty crowd scream for more death and destruction, he finally starts to speak.)
James Peters: Sometimes even I’m left speechless and the war we just saw Landerson and Woogie fight surpasses everything I’ve seen thus far in my professional wrestling career. Neither of those two GOATs will ever be the same again, and I’m honestly just shook over the heart and passion both men displayed competing for the right to call themselves the Big Banderson Bhampion.
(The crowd erupts in cheers.)
James Peters: After seeing all the shit that’s gone on tonight, that Japanese Deathmatch, and knowing what’s on the horizon at Fighting Spirit with Barbed Wire Massacre II taking place, it’s official. Elite Answers Wrestling isn’t responsible for anything that happens in this match. These papers in front of me absolve EAW of any responsibility for anything that happens when Charlie Marr and Daryl Kinkade step into the ring together next weekend. The only left to do to cement this deal and move forward is to bring both men out here and get their signatures.
(As if on cue, “Snakeskin” by Example begins to blast across the PA system. Daryl walks onto the stage and is greeted by the cheers of the crowd. He has a smug look on his face, and the audience just eats it up. He’s definitely not showing any remorse for costing Charlie a victory against Myles earlier in the night. Daryl slips inside the ring and walks to one side of the table. He exchanges a few words with James, and both of them await Charlie’s arrival.)
(Daryl’s music fades out seconds later and is replaced by “It Ain’t Safe” by Skepta. The positive reaction for Daryl dwarfs the negative reaction for Charlie. When Main Event Marr steps on stage with a barbed wire wrapped chair in his hand and Jordie by his side, that boisterous reaction gets even more loud. Charlie stalks towards the ring with a purpose and Jordie has to practically run to keep up with him. Charlie slides into the ring and immediately pushes the table to the side. The former tag team champions are in one another’s faces!)
James Peters: Gentlemen, please! We are all aware that this has boiled over to the point of no return for both of you but we have got to get this contract and these waivers signed. Barbed Wire Massacre II will NOT go on unless both of you ink yo-
(Charlie snatches the microphone from James, cutting him off rather abruptly.)
Charlie Marr: We’re done talking and honestly I don’t give a fuck whether or not those pieces of paper get signed. This fucking match is happening whether it takes place at Fighting Spirit or not. That mother fucker right there…
(Charlie points the chair at Daryl.)
Charlie Marr: Has done enough damage to my career and tonight was the final straw. That shit you pulled in my match earlier against Myles will never happen again and that’s because I fully plan on putting you out of action for good. This fucking company is not big enough for the both of us and shockingly enough, I think that’s the one thing both of us can agree on. You stupidly think you’re the star out of the two of us, but it’s always been me; the person that gets the most buzz. I’m the one people see as the future world champion, and I’m the person people pay their money to come see. I’ve had this entire brand in the palm of my fucking hand since I dumped your useless ass after King of Elite, and once I rid this place of you for good there will be no stopping me. What I’ve done so far pales in comparison to what I’m really fucking capable of and you’re going to get me at my most ruthless when we finally do step inside the ring against one another.
(The intense expression on Daryl’s face never changes but he does reach out and snatch the mic from Charlie, much to the delight of the crowd. Charlie takes a deep breath.)
Daryl Kinkade: I’ve spent a lot of time dissecting the differences between the two of us, and honestly I’ll never understand why people think you have what it takes to succeed on your own. You had the opportunity to prove that you could stand on your own two feet, but what did you do? You somehow brainwashed the whore behind you and convinced her to turn her back on her family. You were going to win back at Tempest BECAUSE of her but I made sure that wasn’t meant to be. Unlike you, I have stood on my own since our split and in that time I’ve proven to everyone that I’m the person who should be in the conversation for world championship opportunities. I defeated Rex at his own game, and if it hadn’t been for me you never would have gotten the eliminations record at Grand Rampage. I have carried you every step of the way for the last year and when it’s come down to the two of us, I’ve always been better than you. I’ve always beaten you when it matters the most. I’m the one who gained solo possession of the National Elite Championship when you tried to rain on my parade and steal it from me. I’m not the one who blew it last year at Pain for Pride. I’m the one who carried our fucking tag team. I cleaned up all your goddamn messes and I’m the person who made sure people woke the fuck up and realized that MarrKade was a legitimate threat to everyone in this company. At Fighting Spirit, I’m going to continue to prove all of that to everyone who watches and to all the naysayers who still somehow doubt me and my abilities. I’m going to make you suffer Charlie, and I’m going to show people a whole other side of my personality that they never knew existed.
(Daryl lowers the microphone, and his eyes narrow at Charlie. A cold laugh escapes from Charlie and he gestures at all the paperwork that needs their respective signatures.)
Charlie Marr (Off Mic): Then sign your life away, you fucking pussy.
(Daryl leans over and grabs the pen. He quickly scrawls his signature across all the the papers that require both of their names. He straightens back up and gestures at Charlie.)
Daryl Kinkade: Well? What are you waiting for?!
(Charlie replies by taking a wild swing with the chair!)
Rich Russillo: CHAIRSHOT FROM CHA- NO!! DARYL DUCKS!! THAT CHAIR NEARLY SLAMMED INTO JAMES AND HE FUCKING BAILS! DARYL COMES FLYING AT CHARLIE!!! SUPERKICK!!! CHARLIE PULLED JORDIE IN FRONT OF HIM AND SHE JUST ATE THAT SUPERKICK TO THE FACE!!! CHARLIE JUMPS ON DARYL AND THE FIGHT IS ON!!!
(The sound of James putting his headset on can be heard.)
James Peters: I ALMOST DIED!!!
Rich Russillo: SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE AT FIGHTING SPIRIT!! THERE’S NO DOUBT!!! CHARLIE AND DARYL ARE BACK ON THEIR FEET NOW AND FIGHTING FOR CONTROL OF THE CHAIR! DARYL SLAMS HIS FOOT INTO CHARLIE’S NUTS AND GRABS THE CHAIR!!! HE SLAMS IT DOWN ON CHARLIE’S BACK! DARYL WITH THE CHAIR AGAIN! HE SLAMS IT ACROSS THE HEAD OF CHARLIE! CHARLIE IS DOWN!!! DARYL TAKES THE CHAIR AND HE SLAMS IT INTO CHARLIE’S FACE!!! THE BARBED WIRE HAS CAUSED CHARLIE TO BLEED AND DARYL TOSSES THE CHAIR!! HE’S DOWN ON THE MAT AND HE IS DRIVING HIS FIST INTO CHARLIE’S FACE… OPENING THOSE WOUNDS UP EVEN MORE!!! DARYL TAKES HIS FINGERS AND DIGS THEM INTO CHARLIE’S FLESH!!
James Peters: DEAR GAWD!! THE MAN IS TURNING INTO DARKYL BEFORE OUR VERY EYES!! DARK DARYL IS COVERED IN THE BLOOD OF HIS FORMER PARTNER AND THIS TWISTED FUCKING CROWD IS URGING HIM ON!!! DARYL SNATCHES CHARLIE UP BY THE BEARD AND THROWS HIM ON THE TABLE!!! HE SETS CHARLIE UP FOR THE PUMPHANDLE PILEDRIVER!!!
Rich Russillo: FROM NORFOLK WITH LOVE!!!
James Peters: THEY GO CRASHING THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!
Rich Russillo: DARYL ROLLS OFF OF CHARLIE!!! THIS CROWD IS GOING NUTS RIGHT NOW!!!! CHARLIE MARR IS A BLOODY MESS! JEZEBEL JORDIE IS DOWN AND OUT!!! AND IT’S DARYL KINKADE WHO IS STANDING TALL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!
James Peters: WE ARE ALSO OUT OF TIME BUT IF THIS IS ANY INDICATION OF HOW FIGHTING SPIRIT IS GOING GO TO GO THEN YOU CAN BET THAT SOMEONE IS GOING TO LEAVE SEOUL A BROKEN MAN!!! FOR RICH RUSSILLO! I AM JAMES PETERS!! GOODNIGHT!
(The camera takes a final shot of Daryl, who has gathered those papers they needed to sign and is holding them in his hands. He drops down beside Charlie’s body, grabs the bloody hand of his former tag team partner, and starts signing Charlie’s name in the man’s own blood across those legal documents.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)