Anna C. Flowers
(EAW intro plays.)
(Broadcast opens up with Bella Braxton in the center of the ring.)
Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome the Elite Answers Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion… REX MCALLISTER!!!!!
(‘Still Unbroken’ by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the public address system and after a moment, Rex McAllister comes out to a standing ovation. Rex pats his championship, hypes up the crowd, and makes his way down to the ring. He slips in, takes the microphone from Bella Braxton, and waits for his music to fade and the cheers to die down before he begins to speak.)
Rex McAllister: You know, I thought I made it perfectly clear that if anyone wants to take a shot at me and this World Heavyweight Championship I wear around my waist, all they had to do was ask. Unfortunately, my words seem to have fallen on deaf ears because both POP and Impact felt the need to stick their nose in my business and act like a couple of cowards. This week both of them felt the need to make sure I came up on the losing side of things, and quite frankly, I’m a little pissed off about that. It’s one thing for POP to show up and cost me the match against Xander Payne on last week’s Voltage, but Impact showing up at Battleground took things to another level. The Grand Prix had nothing to do with anything revolving around the Voltage Extreme Elimination Chamber. If anything, you would think a veteran competitor like Impact would be smart enough to assume that if I competed twice in one night that his chances at winning my championship would increase, but I digress. Impact made sure that my partner Raven Roberts got pinned by Cleopatra, and that I couldn’t do a thing about that. Maybe he was helping his buddy, Theron, or maybe he was just being an asshole, but Impact’s actions didn’t just have an effect on me. They screwed Raven over as well. Fire and Ice should be the team that will be facing the Jaded Hearts in the finals, not the Canadian Dream. That being said, and an absolute pity for all of my opponents, my full focus will be on retaining my World Heavyweight Championship in the Extreme Elimination Chamber.
(A little smirk crosses Rex’s face.)
Rex McAllister: However, I don’t want to wait for Road to Redemption to get this ball rolling. I’m calling out Impact and POP right now since both them want a piece of Rex McAllister so bad. I might not be booked for competition tonight, but I am always ready for a fight.
(‘Can I Live’ by Jay-Z begins to blast throughout the arena and after a moment, Impact comes strolling onto the stage. The multiple time world champ has a microphone in hand and a smirk across his face.)
Impact: Rex, Rex, Rex… can you please do us all a favor and just shut the hell up? Honestly, I don’t think there’s a single Elitist in this company that enjoys the sound of their own voice more than you do. Lets get something straight right now. I have a Gawd Contract. That means I can basically do whatever the hell, when I want. I don’t have to explain my actions from Battleground to you, or anyone else for that matter. I’ve been in this company for years. I have shown my hand to people time and time again. Taking away your right to compete in the Grand Prix finals had nothing to do with anything except for the fact it amused to do it.
(Impact has been walking down the ramp as he’s been speaking, and he stops right in front of the ring steps.)
Impact: You pride yourself on being a fighting champion and carry yourself with this high and mighty attitude. Did you ever stop to think that perhaps I want to face you at your best? Maybe I don’t want to face a half-assed version of Rex McAllister, who no doubt would have gotten his ass beat by my baby Sienna Jade and her partner, Kassidy Heart.
(Rex can’t help but roll his eyes.)
Impact: You decided to be an arrogant idiot and place yourself in position to start the elimination chamber match off with me. The fat, virgin neckbeards who tweet about the product and write deceptive articles on the Internet under fictitious names claim that you are the best pure wrestler on the roster right now. Whenever I read or hear about such outrageous claims, I have to shake my head and laugh at just how pathetic wrestling society has become. The actual juxtaposition of fan perceived reality and what actually happens inside an EAW ring is laughable to say the least. Rex, you are not the best wrestler in Elite Answers Wrestling. You’re not even the best wrestler on Voltage. If you were as good as you claim to be, you would have never lost the EAW Championship to a person like Diamond Cage.
(Rex opens his mouth to reply but before he can get the words out, ‘If I Had A Heart’ by Fever Ray begins to play. The Prince of Phenomenal walks out from the backstage area and he has a microphone in hand as well.)
POP: Well as riveting as this exchange has been, I’ve come out here to say my piece as well. Much like Impact, I don’t feel as if I need to explain my actions either. Rex, I did what I did to you simply because I can, and like I told Lethal Consequences this week, the Prince of Phenomenal answers only to himself. It’s not my fault you couldn’t get the job done against a 600-pound slob of a man before I made my way out to the ring. Maybe you are just a little bit overrated. Maybe you are slightly overhyped. Maybe, just maybe, you are about to find yourself a little out of your element. You’re about to find yourself locked inside a steel chamber with three Hall of Famers and two little bitches you helped mentor. I hate to latch on to what Impact said and bring up Pain for Pride, but you couldn’t even hit Diamond Cage with a weapon to help yourself keep your championship. How exactly do you expect to fare against five other people who wouldn’t hesitate to knock your ass out, especially if it meant they would be holding the World Heavyweight Championship up in the end? I’ll be honest with you. I’m bringing a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat to Road to Redemption and I will be swinging for the fences. I’ve never hidden the fact that I want another world championship reign and I’ve had to go through hell so far in order to get myself to this point. There’s nothing that’s going to stop me from hitting home run after home run, and leaving Montreal with that championship secured around my waist.
???: You assume you’re going to make it to Montreal.
(POP turns around and watches as Lethal Consequences walks out. A scowl crosses POP’s face and LC comes to a stop right in front of him.)
LC: POP, you and I have a match later on tonight, and it’s an Extreme Rules one at that. Don’t think for one second that I’m going to let you leave that ring a victorious man tonight. You have been irritating the shit out of me lately and I’m glad I don’t have to wait until Road to Redemption to get a crack at you.
POP: You wanna do this now then?
(POP and LC both drop their microphones and get in one another’s faces. Before they can start throwing hands, the Unified Tag Team Champions walk out from the backstage area. LC and POP turn their attention towards Daryl Kinkade and Charlie Marr, and Daryl picks up one of those microphones that had gotten dropped.)
Daryl Kinkade: Now POP, with all due respect, you’re probably the person out here who can talk the least amount of shit. This elimination chamber match definitely does not favor you because if you remember correctly, Charlie and myself have both defeated you once before. Remember when the both of us managed to take your National Elite Championship from you?
POP (off mic): Yes. I remember that it took TWO to do the job ONE couldn’t do.
(Charlie takes the microphone from Daryl.)
Charlie Marr: The fact is, since then you’ve been on autopilot. You’ve been going through the motions. You’ve been running your mouth, acting out, and losing marquee matches like the one you had at Territorial Invasion. All you had to do was carry your weight and help Lethal Consequences and Jackson Blayde defeat Noah Reigner and two fucking geriatrics from your so-called era, but you couldn’t do that. The Prince of Phenomenal once again crashed and fucking burned, when he needed to rise to the occasion and shine. When are you gunna get it through your thick head that EAW is not the place for you anymore? In fact, I look at your bitch ass Lethal Consequences, and to you I pose the same thing. You are out of your fucking element in this era. Voltage is the home of the hottest, youngest talent, and you are looking them right in the eyes right now. Daryl and myself have no place to go but up, and I fully cemented myself as the one to watch in the Elimination Chamber. Not only did I defeat my so-called Pops… hi Rex… but I defeated that complacent, HBG pussy licking little cuck Impact. Main Event Marr is well on his way to becoming the double champion he’s meant to be here in Elite Answers Wrestling, and that is a fucking fact.
(While the bearded beauty spoke, POP had retrieved the other discarded microphone.)
POP: So you’re honestly going to sit there and brag about how you beat Rex, when the fact is we all know that victory was tainted. You got your goddamn victory thanks to myself and LC. As far as your win over Impact goes, well no offense, but Impact hasn’t been Impact for awhile. He crashed and burned over on Dynasty earlier this season, taking loss after loss, and being made to look like a fool by that half-wit Cameron Ella Ava. So do you honestly think it’s a good idea to brag about beating someone who constantly phones it in?
(Lethal Consequences snatches the microphone from POP, much to POP’s annoyance.)
LC: Also, can we please point who actually had the two of you beat last week for those tag team championships you so proudly wear? Kinkade, you were pinned in the middle of that ring. Generation Genesis were one three-count away from being back on the mountain top. But thanks to POP…
(POP smirks.)
LC: You two lived to be champions for a little while longer. So we can all stand here and engage in this back and forth, but the fact is once that chamber lowers and the bell rings to begin the match, all bets are off. Alliances or whatever else are thrown out the window. You two won’t be working together for the long haul, and Marr, you’ve already shown that deep down you don’t give a damn about Rex or your bipolar, ‘I deserve this, no wait I don’t because everyone wants to see me fail’ emo headass of a partner. This match is for the World Heavyweight Championship, something we all desperately want. It’s the sole reason people get into this sport. Everyone wants to be at the top. Come Road to Redemption, we’re all going for blood, and only one of us is gunna survive. My money is on myself, most obviously.
Rex McAllister: All of us are going to place our money on ourselves. That’s what competitors do. But I also know this. There’s no competitor quite like me. There’s no one more driven and more focused than me. I want each of you at your best come Road to Redemption. Charlie, Daryl… I respect the hell out of you two. I know what you’re capable of and I know that deep down you two have fire burning inside of you. I know that you have more to give. I know that you will give it everything you have come Road to Redemption. This will is a chance for both of you to stand out and shine on your own. Impact, please for the love of God, put some actual effort into this match. Bring the heat and give us all the smoke. Take this opportunity to spew your venom, remind us of why we should fear you and respect you, and actually make the EAW Universe believe you’re more than the pussy-whipped bitch you’ve been lately. As far as you go Lethal Consequences, well you could be a wildcard in this thing. We all know what you bring to the table and I look forward to engaging with you. I know you will seize this opportunity to the best of your ability, and time will tell if it’s good enough or not. POP, please rise to the occasion as well. You have done everything you can to bury yourself underneath all of our skin, and come Road to Redemption you will have to put up, or shut up. You can’t sneak attack anyone. You’re going to have to face each and every one of us at some point. This match is make or break for all of us, and walking out of the chamber will my championship still around my waist is going to make this title reign for me. There’s nothing I won’t do to make sure I walk away victorious. See you all soon.
(Rex drops the microphone, signalling the end of this particular exchange between the chamber participants. His music kicks back up but that doesn’t Impact from popping awf at him. The two argue, while on stage Lethal Consequences, POP, and MarrKade have a go at one another. Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(As Voltage comes back from commercial, the camera pans over the excited crowd as the Voltage theme song plays throughout the arena. After we’ve had our fill of the crowd, the camera cuts to the commentator desk.)
James Peters: I’d like to welcome you back everybody to a very special edition of SUNDAY NIGHT VOLTAGE! I’m James Peters here with my partner Rich Russillio, and thank you for joining us here tonight for the last Voltage before this Sunday’s Quad-Branded FPV Event, ROAD! TO! REDEMPTION!
Rich Russillio: That’s right, James, we have an incredible show laid out here for you tonight, ladies and gentlemen, including–
(The Voltage feed cuts abruptly and we scratchily transition to a low quality, nighttime vision camera scene in the middle of the woods. VIP’s face is up close to the camera as he adjusts the positioning of the camera, backing away slowly once he is satisfied with the frame. He rubs his hands together, relishing in the opportunity he has to share a story like this one, as if preparing for a delicious meal. In the background, we see an array of different kinds of trees.)
VIP: WOOO! YEAH IT’S ME! WE BACK ONLINE! YA BOI VINCENT I. MUTHAFUCKIN’ PRIDE IS LIVE ON VOLTAGE TELEVISION! We back in business, baby! And before I was so rudely interrupted last week, I believe I was finally about to break some ground—I was on my way to exposing the truth behind this all! But of course, they found a way to shut me out, figured out a way to stop VIP from revealing all of the deepest, darkest EAW secrets! But they won’t stop me now. I’m always one step ahead of the game! I reached out to one of my blerd homeboys—word of the day, “blerd,” that means “black nerd”—and he helped me out with some of that computer bullshit ‘cause that’s how he collects his coins. He on the technology wave, you feel me? Anyway, he helped me learn how to install one of them firewall jawns with the antivirus, it’s supposed to protect and encrypt my data or some shit. I even got a proxy now! And a brand new camera that them EAW heads ain’t never seen or worked with before. Man, I am all set. Let’s see y’all try to hack me now, bitches! Word to the six.
(VIP scoops the capture device up and begins walking, leaves crunching underneath his feet as he walks, the frame focusing on his face.)
VIP: You know, if there’s one thing my homeboy Drake taught me—shout out to OVO—when you get to where I’m at, you gotta remind ‘em where the fuck you’re at! ‘Cause everybody gonna be talking behind your back. You gotta learn how to line them up, be ready to attack. This exactly what I’m doing. For so many years, I been lied to, dicked around, told by the suits in charge that I’m gonna be a star, that they’re gonna be lookin’ out for me, because I’m a valued talent, a great acquisition or whateva to EAW television. But look at them now! Turning their back on me, not allowing me to exercise my right to freedom of speech! They not gonna know what hit ‘em, meng. VIP cannot be stopped!
(VIP stops abruptly and turns the camera to face a broken down wooden house overlooking a small lake. VIP quickly turns the camera back to his face as he grins, barely able to contain his excitement. He flips the camera back around and moves forward, the crunching of the leaves being the only sound to come from VIP. He continues to move closer to the house until he reaches a familiar sign—“69 MIME STREET”.)
VIP: (Whispering) Yeah, this the place. Damn, we got a better view tonight than we did before. I’m glad we took more time to be prepared for this one. Alright…we here. Ima knock on the door and we gonna see what this brings…
(VIP knocks on the wooden door of the broken house. After a few moments, a single light is switched on from the inside, and the door opens just a crack. We catch a quick glimpse of a bloodshot eyeball and a white beard before the door is then quickly shut. VIP sucks his teeth and knocks again.)
VIP: YO MAN, I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! AND I KNOW YOU HAVE THE ANSWERS! I’M TRYING TO EXPOSE ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING AND I NEED YOUR HELP, FAM!
(VIP sighs audibly, seemingly accepting defeat, and holds the shot for a moment. After a few seconds, the camera audio picks up the sound of a number of locks and chains rattling, the door swinging open once the clinking of the metal settles.)
???: I’ve been waiting for this day for a very, very long time. Please. Come in.
(The camera follows the shadow of the disembodied voice, stuttering as VIP flips the camera back around to his face.)
VIP: This might finally be it, y’all. Remember, this is all for the greater good of the world. 6ixgod, be with me.
(VIP shuts off the night vision, the camera adjusting to the normal lighting back of the room. He finds a surface to set the camera on and sits down nearby in a red armchair, opposite of a bearded, scrawny white man. The camera catches VIP looking around the man’s home, analyzing the decorations in the home.)
VIP: Man, this some real backwoods cac—I mean—white people—I mean…um…some different shit. Flannel? Game meat? Musty wet dog smell? This is how you live, fam?
???: It isn’t much. But it has been home for so long now.
VIP: To each his own, I guess. Now, tell me, old man. Who exactly are you? What role do you play in all of this? How is it that all of my hard work and research led me to this strange ass address? Do you know anything about EAW?
???: My name is Evan. I am the true founder and creator of Elite Answers Wrestling.
VIP: Huh? Evan? Boy, you’re not the founder of EAW.
Evan: Of course I am.
VIP: Then why I ain’t never heard of you? You’re not in the Hall of Fame.
Evan: Because, Vincent, many years ago, they did to me exactly what they’re about to do to you. (Evan folds his fingers in front of him, his long beard brushing up against his forearms.)
VIP: :krabs: How did you know my name?!
Evan: Because I know, everything, Vincent. I know the truth. I know the history. (Evan leans forward in his chair slightly.) In 2008, when EAW had first separated from the original AWF, ACW had easily taken advantage of all things that made professional wrestling an enjoyable experience for fans and talent alike. EAW was rapidly falling behind and lost critical members who “jumped ship” to the competing brand, ACW. CM Banks—the man you all admire and credit for EAW’s success—had sacrificed his oldest and best friend, me, in the name of Scientology in order to dismantle ACW. But in doing so, Banks agreed to use EAW as a farm for prospective Scientology members. EAW has slowly converted so many innocent people into fodder for a modern day cult, which aims to poison society. And it has only gotten worse over the years. This is a warning. It’s the truth. I’m begging you. Save yourself. Save the people of EAW. Please—
(Evan’s voice shakes with the delivery of his last sentence, and suddenly begins to cough uncontrollably, startling VIP. VIP, disgusted, tries to politely back away in his chair, but Evan reaches out to him for help, still coughing and barely able to control his heaving breaths. He begins to hack and spit, now leaning over his chair, grabbing VIP’s leg. VIP jumps up from his chair, hurriedly grabs his camera, and darts out of the room while Evan calls out after him, the camera shaking haphazardly, unable to focus on anything.)
Evan: PLEASE, VINCENT, PLEASE—
(The camera audio picks up more leaf-crunching as VIP breaks into a sprint. For a moment, we can hear Evan’s pleading in the distance. He begins to slow down after a while, trying to catch his breath as he turns night vision back on and repositions the camera to focus on his face, the towering forest trees making up most of the scenery, and the silent, dead of night engulfing VIP.)
VIP: Man…I may have bit off more than I can chew here…this old man…if there’s any truth to what he said in there…then, damn, I haven’t gotten any answers to anything—just way more questions! That I’m not even close to cracking. But I need to dig deeper! I need to keep working hard to uncover the truth…expose the fake claims that EAW has made in the past…and work towards a better future…
(The camera feed cuts abruptly to static, fading slowly to black before a commercial break.)
(Commercial break: GOAT Simulator ’19, featuring Ahren Fournier)
(‘Glory’ by the Score plays as Daryl Kinkade comes out onto the stage, greeting and hyping up the fans. Charlie Marr walks out, and the two make their way to the ring, while Kinkade highfives the fans.)
Bella Braxton: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 440 pounds… DARYL KINKADE AND CHARLIE MARR… MAAAARRRRKKAADDEEEE!!!!!!
James Peters: These two have a tough task on their plate, as they’re facing The Visual Prophet and his partner for the evening, whoever that may be.. We’ll see how much they can trust eachother tonight though, as in a week, MarrKade are going to be facing eachother inside an Extreme Elimination Chamber!
Rich Russillio: Maybe they’ll help each other win the chamber? Who knows, but one thing is for sure, they need to be focused for tonight.
(‘Brains Flew By (1964 version)’ by Westside Guns plays as the Visual Prophet comes to the stage, and walks down the ramp, but waits as ‘Gods Plan’ by Drake starts, and VIP follows.)
Bella Braxton: And their opponents… The team of, THE VISUAL PROPHEETTT, AND VVVVVIIIIIPPPPP!!!!!
James Peters: Waaaait a minute…
Rich Russillio: How did…how did VIP arrive at the arena so quickly? I thought we just saw him in a forest in the middle of nowhere, interrupting our broadcast?!
James Peters: Smells like a conspiracy to me, Rich. I don’t know how he did it, but he pulled it off. VIP is here live tonight and he’s gonna be teaming up with the impressive new comer, fresh from developmental territory, The Visual Prophet!
Rich Russillio: Neither of these men have matches at Road to Redemption, but a win here tonight could definitely put both men in line for contendership for the World Heavyweight Championship.
James Peters: Well, that’s if either Charlie Marr or Daryl Kinkade win. There are still four other people in the match.
Rich Russillio: You’re right, now let’s start this match.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: Charlie Marr and VIP start the match now as the two lock up. VIP uses his power over Marr to push him into the corner. He pushes him to Marr’s own corner though, and Kinkade is able to make the tag before VIP irish whips Marr to the ropes. Marr rebounds off of it, and MarrKade hits a Clothesline and Chop block combo on VIP! Kinkade now, holds VIP in a headlock, trying to pull VIP towards Marrkades corner. Kinkade gets to the corner and tags in Marr, and Charlie now stomps on the midsection of VIP. Marr picks up VIP now, and tosses him into the ropes. VIP rebounds now, and is met with a big boot by Marr, but no, VIP catches his foot, and pushes him down. VIP now quickly makes the tag to the Visual Prophet, and V.P runs in, hitting Marr with a Clothesline!
Rich Russillio: V.P now, irish whips Marr into the ropes, and drops him with a Shoulder Block. V.P now picks him up to attempt a body slam, but Marr slips behind, and pushes him into the corner of Marrkade. Marr charges at V.P, but V.P moves out of the way and tosses Marr shoulder first into the turnbuckles. Kinkade tags himself in though, and hits a slingshot spear, folding Vizzy in half! Kinkade now tries to pick VP up, but is met with a roll up!
ONE!
TWO-
Rich Russillio: Daryl kicks out, but is met with a Body Slam by Vizzy! Kinkade now, is put into a headlock by Vizzy. Kinkade gets to his feet though, but VP holds the headlock in. Kinkade though, picks Vizzy up, and drops him with a back suplex! Kinkade now is on the floor, holding on to the ropes to pull himself up. V.P meanwhile is crawling to his own corner to make the tag. Kinkade makes it to his feet, but VIP is tagged in!
James Peters: VIP drops Kinkade with a Shoulder block! Kinkade gets back to his feet, and is met with a Lariat! Kinkade manages to get back up, but turns around right into the hand of VIP! VIP lifts him up looking for a Chokeslam, but Kinkade manages to hit an armdrag sending him to the other side of the ring! Kinkade now charges at VIP, and hits a hurricanrana, sending VIP outside of the ring!! Kinkade running past the ropes now, SUICIDE DIVE!!! He runs back into the ring and runs past the ropes once again, but this time, HITS A TOPE CON HILO ON VIP!!!!! Kinkade now slides back into the ring to catch his breath. He gets back into the feet, and runs past the ropes one more time! SUICIDE DDT- BUT VIP CATCHES HIM!! BACK BODY DROP OUTSIDE THE RING!!! VIP, struggling now to get to his feet. RUNNING KNEE LIFT BY CHARLIE MARR!!!! Charlie Marr, blindsighting VIP, and tosses him back into the ring, before rolling Kinkade in as well. Charlie Marr gets back onto the apron, and now both Kinkade and VIP need to make the tag! Both men crawling to their partners, and they both make the tag!
Rich Russillio: The Visual Prophet and Charlie Marr, both colliding with each other from dual clotheslines, taking eachother out! Both men get back to their feet, and VP attempts a second Lariat, but it’s ducked by Marr. Marr attempts one of his own but VP ducks it too, before picking him up, attempting a body slam. Marr slips behind VP once again, and this time attempts a German Suplex! VP hits multiple elbows now to Marr, and runs to the ropes. He rebounds off of it, but is met with a kick to the midsection, before a second running knee lift by Marr, followed by THE HEADMASTER RITUAL!!! THE SPINEBUSTER BY MARR!!! THE COVER NOW!!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-
Rich Russillio: VP KICKS OUT!!! VP somehow manages to kick out, and now Marr backs up, but has nobody to tag, as both Kinkade and VIP are still out! Charlie Marr though, waits in the corner, and waits for VP to get to his feet. VP though, is hardly moving. Meanwhile, Kinkade and VIP, are slowly getting to their knees. VP, slowly gets up. Charlie charges, CHARING CROS- NO, VP DUCKS IT!!! 99 PROBLEMZ!!!! THE TWO HANDED CHOKSLAM!!! THAT’S IT!!! THE COVER BY VIZ!!! AND A SUPERKICK TO VIP OUTSIDE THE RING!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!-
James Peters: DARYL KINKADE BREAKS IT UP!!! THE MATCH IS STILL ON!!! Kinkade now, pulls himself outside onto the apron, meanwhile, VIP is still outside the ring, because he was nailed with that Superkick by Kinkade, just before the pin was broken up! VP gets to his feet and attempts to attack Kinkade, but is met with a forearm, before getting hit with a shoulder block by Kinkade from the apron. Viz turns around, RIGHT INTO THE CHARING CROSS!!!! CHARLIE MARR CRAWLS ONTO THE COVER!!! THAT’S IT, IT’S OVER!!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!-
James Peters: BUT NO!!! VIP PULLS MARR FROM OUT OF THE RING, STOPPING THE PIN!!! VIP goes for a Lariat but Marr ducks it, CHARING CROSS TO VIP!!! Marr rolls back into the ring, and makes the tag to Kinkade! Kinkade to the top rope as Marr picks VP up, FALLEN ANGEL!!!! THAT’S IT!!! KINKADE COVERING VIZZY NOW!!!! BUT WAIT!!!NO WAY, IT’S POP!!! POP RUNNING IN!! Kinkade, just about to make the cover, but now it’s POP at ringside! Kinkade is confused, BUT THE REFEREE IS TAKEN OUT VIP!! AND NOW POP RUNS INTO THE RING, UNLOADING ON KINKADE!!! Oh my God, he picks up Kinkade, CROWN OF THORNS!!!! Meanwhile VIP hits the Back to Mat on Charlie Marr outside the ring! POP, leaving now, as the referee gets back into the ring, AND LOOK!! VP’S ARM IS OVER KINKADE!!! THE COVER!!! POP WITH A GRIN ON HIS FACE AS THIS MATCH IS OVER!!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(‘Brains Flew By (1964 version)’ by Westside Guns hits as VP is picked up by VIP, declared the winners despite the attack by POP.)
Bella Braxton: Here are your winners… THE VISUALLLL PROPHEETTTT, AND VVVVIIIIIPPPP!!!!!!!
James Peters: What a match, ruined by that attack by Prince of Phenomenal.
Rich Russillio: POP, costed MarrKade, but I doubt these two will let that go by them, as soon they will be competing in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, at Road to Redemption.
(Commercial break, featuring a quick update on Osamu Archiada’s status. Osamu has a concussion and another suspected brain injury due to the beating delivered by Jackson Blayde. He will be out of action indefinitely.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bella Braxton: If Jackson Blayde wins, he gets to pick the stipulation for the National Elite Championship match at Road to Redemption!
(‘It Follows’ by Cane Hill blasts through the speaker as Xander walks onto the stage, scanning the crowd in attendance. Xander Payne makes his way down the ramp and takes a seat by the bell keeper’s station.)
Rich Russillio: Should be interesting for Xander to be here tonight, I’m sure he’s making sure he has his homework done on Jackson Blayde in anticipation for their matchup this coming weekend!
(‘Enemy Strike’ by Yuki Hayashi kicks up as Myles makes his way from behind the curtain and onto the stage.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first…weighing in at two-hundred and eight pounds, from Melbourne, Australia…MMMMMMYYYYYLLLLLEESSS!!
(Myles continues his way down the ramp, soaking in the reaction from the capacity crowd in attendance. As he reaches the ring, he backs up a bit, before charging towards the south corner pole and slides underneath it, ending up on the south apron.)
James Peters: Another big main roster debut here from one of our recently called up developmental talents! How much do you know about Myles, Rich?
Rich Russillio: I know that the man never fails to deliver. When it comes down to it, Myles is one of the more impressive stars we’ve seen during his time in Battleground and while it may have been short, I can already tell the man has a lot of potential to be a star!
(‘Still Hungry’ by Adelitas Way plays throughout the arena as Jackson Blayde begins his way to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent…weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-nine pounds…JAAAACKSOONNNN BLLLLAAAAAYYYYYDDEE!!
James Peters: As for Jackson Blayde, I think this man’s body language says everything we need to know about Blayde here tonight. The man is absolutely ruthless–just look at what he did to our National Elite Champion not too long ago!
(Jackson enters the ring, staring down Xander Payne who talks shit as the referee prepares for the bell.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Rich Russillio: Jackson distracted by Xander Payne at ringside tonight–Myles charging after him–and he lands a running knee strike straight to the face of Jackson Blayde, sending Blayde into the turnbuckle corner! Blayde a little loopy after that one…Myles backing away as Blayde sits comfortably in the turnbuckle–MYLES WITH A SUPERKICK TO JACKSON BLAYDE! THE IMPACT OF THAT BOOT TO THE CHIN OF BLAYDE ECHOING THROUGHOUT THE ARENA! Blayde on spaghetti legs–I don’t think the man knows where he’s at! He topples to the ground–but Myles picks him up, he pushes him back into the turnbuckle corner! He lifts him up to the top rope of the turnbuckle, Blayde barely able to hold himself up here…Myles picks him up–HE PLANTS BLAYDE WITH A POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB TO JACKSON BLAYDE! And the fans are loving what they see! They start a “Myles” chant as Myles stops for a moment to smile and take it all in!
Crowd: MYLES! MYLES! MYLES! MYLES!
James Peters: Blayde still not fully in this one yet, Rich. He grabs onto the ropes, trying to pull himself up as the referee checks on him. Myles turning his attention back to Blayde now–what’s he got for him–wait, he’s going to the top turnbuckle! What’s myles looking for here!? MISSILE DROPKICK! OH MY GOD! JACKSON BLAYDE DODGED IT! MYLES HIT THE REFEREE! THE REF IS DOWN AND OUT! Myles looking absolutely stunned after he damn near killed one of the officials here tonight with that missile dropkick!
Rich Russillio: What a rookie move! But wait a minute, look at Xander Payne! I think he sees an opportunity here! He stands up and folds the chair underneath him that he was just sitting on! The crowd is going nuts! He slides underneath the bottom rope with the chair, going right after Blayde–BUT JACKSON BLAYDE DUCKS! XANDER HITS MYLES IN THE BACK OF THE SKULL! MYLES’S EYES ROLLING TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AS HE COLLAPSES TO THE FLOOR! XANDER DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
James Peters: Blayde smiling as he watches onward as Xander, confused, throws the chair over the ropes and backs away, sliding out of the ring! And here’s Blayde’s chance! He scoops up the referee, smacking him in the face for good measure, and covers Myles! Blayde commanding the referee to count!
Ref: …ooone……twoooo…..threeee….
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner…..JAAAACKSSSSSONNN BLAAAAAYYYYDDEE!
(‘Still Hungry’ begins to play throughout the arena, the crowd booing as Jackson celebrates in the center of the ring.)
James Peters: Well, Jackson certainly looks pleased with himself.
Rich Russillio: Can you blame him?! What a smart move there by our NEXT National Elite Champion! You gotta be swift like Blayde, gotta be cunning and sharp! That’s what it takes to be the New Face of EAW, James!
(Blayde stands up, staring down a still stunned Xander Payne halfway up the ramp. Bella Braxton joins him in the ring with a microphone. The music dies down as she begins to speak.)
Bella Braxton: Congratulations, Jackson Blayde! Now, if you’ll give me a minute, the fans are dying to hear. What stipulation do you choose for the National Elite Championship match at Road to Redemption?
(Jackson holds to think for a moment, as he’s slightly out of breath after celebrating. A smile grows across his face as he pulls Bella’s microphone hand up to his mouth.)
Jackson Blayde: Alright, Xander…at Road to Redemption…I’m going to beat you down and make sure you keep your grimey little paws off of MY National Elite Championship. I know you’re a little big-boned, so it might be hard for you to climb in…A LADDER MATCH!
(The crowd goes wild as ‘Still Hungry’ kicks up throughout the arena, Xander Payne shaking his head and frowning as he turns and walks back up the ramp.)
(Commercial break: 2018 EAW Awards, presented by FOX (because we care!)
(“Dont Stop” by InnerPartySystem hits to a loud mixed reaction as Noah Reigner comes out alongside Evelyn Ridley holding his Cash in the Vault briefcase. They make their way up the ramp with determined looks on their face)
James Peters: Last week Noah Reigner was granted with a very unique opportunity which may catapult him into making history, capping off what has already been an incredible rookie year for him. He might have his biggest challenge yet as there is no tough task for what lies ahead with the rest of the competitors in the match being announced, but he looks forward to it regardless as he’s coming out to address the crowd.
(Noah and Evelyn enter the ramp and get mics before beginning to speak)
Noah Reigner: Last week I was given an opportunity to not only showcase my talents against some of the best respective talents on each brand, but I was given an opportunity to make history. Now I have heard through the grapevine about the fact that I don’t necessarily need to win King of Elite as my Cash in the Vault briefcase already established me as a future surefire world champion. To that I ask, when has Noah Reigner ever been known to do things by the book? When have I ever conformed to status quo and played by the rules? Here at House Reigner, we do things OUR way and THATS how you end up winning a guaranteed world championship victory at your leisure only two months into the so called big leagues. THATS how you knock off legend after legend, main eventer after main eventer, and claim your stake as the top guy and the man to beat on this brand and in EAW at large. And THAT…… is how you make history by becoming the first man to win the Cash in the Vault and King of Elite in the same calendar year. Why do I need King of Elite? Just because. Soon you’ll all be calling me Mr. Cash in the Vault, King Noah, and then the World Heavyweight Champion. What a way to end the greatest single rookie year in the illustrious history of this company. That ladies and gentlemen, is why I call myself the Ace.
Evelyn Ridley: With that being said, we have been made aware of the lucky individuals who get a front row seat to see you make this history.
Noah Reigner: To whom do they owe this great honor to? Oh that’s right, me! The three lucky individuals not only get an all expense paid trip to see me make this history….. But they got a free invitation to Sunday Night Voltage! Jack Ripley, and the two lovebirds Astraea Jordan and Malcolm Jones, talk about a romantic night out. Unfortunately they have to spend it in such a shithole like Canada.
(The crowd begins intensely booing)
Noah Reigner: Calm down, calm down. Look on the bright side, the silver lining is that at least my presence tonight makes it a little less shittier. But I have invited all three individuals tonight to Voltage to get a live first hand reaction to this amazing opportunity. So without further ado, come on out!
(“A Story To Tell” by Woe, Is Me hits to boos as Jack Ripley makes his way down to the ramp with a microphone in hand)
James Peters: 1/3rd of the 1% is here on Voltage! Jack is hoping to follow in the footsteps of his partners and win world championship gold for the first time in his career and what better way to catapult him into that position than to go to the King of Elite finals?
(Jack enters the ring as the music dies down and begins talking)
Jack Ripley: So we meet again huh? You know last time we met one another we were both the talk of EAW. You were Mr. Cash in the Vault, still are. I was Mr. 24/7, eventually successfully cashed in my contract and didn’t hold onto it for 6+ months. I capitalized on my opportunity.
Noah Reigner: Don’t worry I’ll be doing the same when the time comes. I’ll also be adding a new accomplishment under my belt along the way.
Jack Ripley: But will you tho? Because if you ask me you’re looking a little scared, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t already be world champion, you got it all, the look, the talk, the talent…… but I don’t know maybe you’re just not ready for that spotlight or to face the pressure of actually living up to the heavy expectations you placed upon yourself.
Noah Reigner: Ha. Here we go another “Noah won’t live up to the hype” circle jerker, do you have anything original to say about me?
Jack Ripley: Oh no don’t get me wrong here. I actually believe you CAN live up to the hype. The issue isn’t whether I believe it or not…. It’s whether YOU believe it or not. I mean how long do you plan on holding that briefcase? You shouldn’t even be in this match you should be defending your world title in that chamber. Clearly something is holding you back. Is the pressure getting to you? Because I got just the remedy to relieve you of that pressure.
Noah Reigner: Pressure? Getting to me? Don’t kid yourself Jack, I don’t need anything, but I do need a good laugh… so what’s this so called remedy?
Jack Ripley: Well it’s very simple yet effective, the only thing about it is that it’s not for just anybody. All you have to do is………. join The 1%.
(The crowd boos at the notion and chants “NO!” as Noah Reigner looks on, right as he puts the mic to his face “Party Goin Dumb” by Rico Nasty hits and Astraea Jordan makes her way out to the ring much to the annoyance of Jack Ripley)
Rich Russillo: It’s the Empress of Elite! Empire’s own! She has a tough task ahead but I believe she can achieve! The determined look on her face coming down the ramp says it all, she’s not here for play she’s here to prove herself!
(Astraea grabs a mic and slides through the ring, staring down Evelyn Ridley with a disgusted look before bringing her attention to Ripley and Reigner)
Astraea Jordan: Sorry y’all but I wasn’t bout to sit in the back and wait for my name to be called while Jack Ripley does his best John Calipari impression trying to recruit kids to his little clique or whatever. So I’ll just get straight to it, yes I am Empress of Elite just like Noah is Mr. Cash in the Vault and yes we both have world title matches already in the stash but it ain’t about that for me and apparently not him either. It’s about HISTORY. It’s about breaking barriers and becoming the first ever female to enter the King of Elite tournament and finals, becoming the first ever female King of Elite, and not just that, but winning both the Empress of Elite and King of Elite in a calendar year, now that’s history. I’ll be a Empress and a King and soon the world champion. Noah you cool and all and you having a cute lil rookie year or whateva, but this is your initiation, and no I ain’t talking about to the 1% I’m talking about to the big leagues. THIS is where you get a chance to finally prove yourself against top notch competition, because THIS is where you get to face the baddest bitch in EAW, me.
Jack Ripley: Wait isn’t that gimmick infringement from your girl Noah? But anyways, dat invitation doe-
Astraea Jordan: To quote the legendary Joseline Hernandez… ho, why is you here? Don’t you got a PURE Championship you should be tryna get back? Leave this to the adults and go polish Theron’s AWC or some shit.
Jack Ripley: Actually I graduated from that title, that’s cute though. Shouldn’t you be somewhere polishing MJ’s Interwire Championship since he’s the only person in the relationship with a championship?
Astraea Jordan: What relationship?
Jack Ripley: Oh you know, the one where he shamelessly parades you around in the most cringeworthy fashion screaming “Astraea better” to everyone until they’re forced to believe it while you leave much to be desired in the ring failing to back up his praises and then you team up while he carries you since you can’t do it yourself? Yeah, that relationship.
Astraea Jordan: You sure you ain’t describing your relationship with The 1%? Because last I checked you the one in a career crossroads while the other two are having the time of their life over on Dynasty. Got the whole ass chairman in your back pocket and cant even save you from the stipulation of being fired from your job. Sad af.
Noah Reigner: Guys, guys, guys. Settle down. All this tension for what? You should be happy you have the opportunity to see Noah in all of his glor-
(“Pray for Em” by Meek Mill hits, Malcolm Jones comes out to the ring with the Interwire Championship wrapped around his waist as him and Astraea refuse to make eye contact with one another or acknowledge each other’s presence, he stares down Noah and Jack)
Malcolm Jones: Yerrrrrr. Pardon my interruption, my momma taught me better than to barge up into someones house without the proper greeting so allow me to introduce myself. My name is Malcolm Jones, the breakout star of 2018, the Interwire Champion, the best wrestler doing it today, and the 2019 King of Elite. In the words of my slime Lavar Ball, I’m speakin it into existence. Noah I think it’s cute that you think you have it in the bag but the only thing you should put in a bag is Evelyn’s hideous face when you’re fuckin that ugly bitch.
(Evelyn flips the bird at MJ)
Malcolm Jones: You can claim you’re chasing history well I don’t need to chase history because I AM history. The first Harlem born elitist, the first man to bring culture to this company, when I walk down the ramp each week THATS history. That’s black excellence and you know nothing about that. You from Seattle where dudes like Macklemore get a pass, I’m from Harlem where legends like Cam’ron paved the way for me to walk around as unapologetically as I want and stunt on everybody. Noah I think you got a great future here but that future ain’t starting at my expense and that’s on everything I love. Jack, you used to come out to one of my favorite songs ever in “I Get Money”, but the only person that’s gonna be getting money at Road to Redemption is ya boy. You gonna fuck around and go bankrupt going against King Malc.
Jack Ripley: …..Is that it? Cute speech, but I think you forgot to address someone.
(Malcolm’s unbothered expression doesn’t change as the sunglasses on his face block his eyes, Astraea Jordan also looks unbothered)
Jack Ripley: Okay, so you two lovebirds are really going to sit here and– wait a minute something feels really awkward here. Did you two–?!?!?!?!?!? Don’t tell me you broke up!!!! Hahhhahahahahahahaha Jones you fucking cuck how does it feel to have wasted the last year of your life propping this girl up just to be enemies fighting at opposing sides? Miss me with this street thug tough guy act you clown, you’re a sucker for love at heart and you let little miss “savage” expose you for the clown we always knew you were.
Malcolm Jones: :mjlol: Coming from the fuckboy who fumbled that DEDEDE bag, suck my dick. Yo-
Jack Ripley: Yeah I bet you’d like that since you don’t have Astraea to do it for you anymore.
Malcolm Jones: Let’s get this straight fam. I dropped her not the other way around. Just like EAW is about to drop your dumbass after I win at Road to Redaction, I mean Redemption. You ol tag along headass fuckboy, you good for running behind somebody ain’t you? At least you can finally be reunited with your boy Davidson when I’m done with you…. At the unemployment line.
Astraea Jordan: Okay hold on fuck you mean you dropped me?
(Noah quickly jumps in the middle before things escalate while Ripley is chanting “Jerry” in the background)
Noah Reigner: ENOUGH! Enough! Look guys I didn’t invite you here for a lovers quarrel or to spew venom. This was a night of celebration to express your thankfulness and gratitude towards me for offering you such a great opportunity and this is how I’m repaid, fine. I’ll just beat the gratitude out of you come Road to Redemption. You don’t realize greatness when you see it so maybe you’ll realize it when I slap you upside the heads with it. I mean, look at you people! You wouldn’t know class if it bit you in the ass. Is this how a future potential King of Elite should be behaving? You guys should all be embarrassed. If this all that the other brands have to offer me, then this matchup is going to be a walk in the park. You’ll all find out how a real competitor handles business. You will all be forced to realize very soon that Noah Reigner is the real deal, the whole package, and I’ll waste no time when I prove that all of you are just losers with no business being inside of a wrestling ring.I’m bringing the victory back home to House Reigner, and I’m heading straight into the King of Elite finals, leaving you all in my dust as I move forward to shed a new light on the future of Elite Answers Wrestling. But now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match coming up next. Get the hell out of my ring.
(Noah drops his microphone with a pop as “Don’t Stop” by InnerPartySystem picks back up throughout the arena, Noah raising his briefcase in the air as he and Evelyn Ripley dramatically shoo away his three Road to Redemption opponents from inside of the ring. Astraea, Malcolm, and Ripley make their way up the ramp, trailing after one another and glaring at Noah Reigner in the center of the ring.)
Rich Russillio: There’s tension in the air tonight! I can’t wait to see what’ll go down during this Fatal Four Way matchup on Sunday night!
James Peters: Well, you won’t have to wait too long to see Noah in action, Rich, because just one week before his big match at Road to Redemption, will be taking on Denis Cercel, coming up NEXT!
(Commercial for EAW ‘Be Elite’ anti-bullying program featuring Stephon Hunte)
(We return from commercial break where ‘Don’t Stop’ by InnerPartySystem has continued to play throughout the arena. Noah Reigner cradles his briefcase as he waits for his opponent.)
(‘Scars’ by I Prevail plays as Denis Cercel comes to the ring with the crowd full of cheers.)
Bella Braxton: Making his way to the ring… Residing in Orlando Florida.. Weighing in, at 210 pounds… DEENNNISSSS CERRCELLLLL!!!!
Rich Russillio: Pretty big match for Denis here tonight. Like you said earlier James, Noah has a big match next week, so this match could either give him needed momentum, or make him look bad going into Road to Redemption.
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, already standing in the ring. From, Seattle, Washington.. Weighing in, at 184 pounds… NOAHHHHHH.. REIGNERRR!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: This match is now underway as the two men go for a lock up, but Noah Reigner immediately slips behind Denis Cercel, looking for a hold. Denis hits a hip toss on Noah though, and now the two men start the collar and elbow tie up. Denis is able to power Noah into the corner, and keeps him there until the count of four. Denis backs away, and Noah charges at Denis but is met with a vicious Clothesline! Noah gets back to his feet, and dodges a second Clothesline, before hitting Luke harper with multiple forearms. The two once again start to lock up, and Noah starts hitting Denis with kicks to his leg, but Denis grabs Noahs leg and shoves him to the ground. Denis goes towards Noah but is met with a drop toe hold before backing up to the ropes. Denis get’s to his feet, and Noah charges at him, but he’s immediately met with a throat thrust by the 6’11 Romanian. Denis picks Noah up now, and attempts a Suplex, but Noah slips behind before attempting a German Suplex. Denis hits elbows to the jaw of Noah though, before hitting a German Suplex of his own!
Rich Russillio: Denis picks Noah up, and hits a second German Suplex before covering him!
ONE!
TW-
Rich Russillio: Noah kicks out, but Denis picks him up immediately to attempt a third! Noah now hitting elbows of his own to Denis, and after a couple of them he’s freed, before hitting a step up enziguri on Denis, sending him stumbling into the corner! Noah now, kicks out the legs of Denis, before stomping him out until he’s seated in the corner. Noah backs up now, fired up! He charges at Denis, and hits the double knees on him! Noah’s not done there though, as he picks him up, and attempts a German Suplex into the corner, but Denis is too much for him, as Denis is able to throw Noah from over his shoulders! Noah gets back to his feet and charges at Denis, hitting a knee strike before hitting a dropkick to the legs of Denis, dropping him! Noah now, with multiple knee strikes to the head of Denis, and he’s relentlessly hitting these strikes,while Denis is defenseless.
James Peters: Denis is in trouble here, but he manages to find the ropes, and pulls himself outside of the ring. Noah though, with a Suicide di- NO!!! DENIS, THROWING NOAH RIGHT INTO THE BARRICADE!!! Denis now, rolling into the ring as the referee starts the count.
Referee: One!… Two!… Three!… Four!…
James Peters: Noah uses the apron to pull himself up, before rolling back into the ring himself. Denis though, is immediately on top of Noah, stomping all over him! Noah rolls out of the ring once again, trying to catch a break from Denis. Noah steps back into the ring, and ducks a Clothesline from Cercel, before giving a series of forearms until Denis is leaning on the ropes. Noah runs back, and charges at Denis, sending him over the ropes! Noah runs back now, AND THIS TIME HE HITS THE SUICIDE DIVE!!! Noah throws Denis back into the ring before waiting on the apron for him to get up. And now a slingshot spear by Reigner! The cover now by Noah!
ONE!
TWO!
Rich Russillio: Denis kicks out at two! Reigner now, grabbing ahold of the right leg of Denis, and now stomps on it, before doing a leg snap, releasing him. Noah puts Denis in a chinlock, which may not be a good idea as Denis gets up, or, attempts to! Denis is not able to get to his feet all the way, as his right leg is still in pain. Denis reaches to the ropes, and grabs it before attempting to throw Reigner outside the ring. Noah though is able to get onto the apron, and forearms Denis, causing him to step back as Reigner goes to the top rope. Noah jumps from the top rope, but Denis catches him, and drops him with a body slam! Denis backs up now! CLAYMOR- NOAH SIDE STEPS IT!! ROGUE CUTTER!!! THE COVER NOW BY NOAH!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-
James Peters: AND DENIS KICKS OUT AGAIN!! Noah sits himself in the corner, before pulling himself back up, and he’s in disbelief. Noah now leans on the corner, and urges Denis to get to his feet. Denis slowly does, and NOAH WITH THE KILLSH- DENIS!! CATCHES HIS FEET, AND SLINGSHOTS NOAH INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!!! Noah now is seated in the corner after that slingshot, and Denis now, is going to the top rope! COAST TO COAST BY DENIS!!! How can such a big man pull that off!!? Denis drags Noah away from the corner, and he goes for the cover! That’s it, it’s over!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!-
James Peters: NOAH GETS THE SHOULDER UP NOW!!! DENIS CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!! Denis now just stomping all over Noah, before going into the ground and pound, just blasting him! Noah is trying ro reach for the ropes to pull himself away, but Denis is pulling him away! Denis is dragging Reigner by his legs, but Noah’s able to kick Cercel’s right leg out, before getting out of his reach! Noah pulls himself onto the apron, and attempts another Slingshot spear, but Denis catches him, and lifts him up, hitting a huge Suplex! Denis isn’t finished though, he lifts him up, and hits a second Suplex! Denis now, picks up the body of Nosh and tosses him into the corner, hitting a Clothesline before backing up once again. Denis charges again with the Claymore, but Noah steps aside once again as Denis runs into the turnbuckles, before Noah starts backing up himself! Noah charges in, AND HITS THE KILLSHOT THIS TIME!!! THAT’S IT, THE SICK KICK BY NOAH CONNECTED TO DENIS, AND THERE’S THE COVER!! NOW IT’S OVER!!! NOW THAT’S IT!!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner… NOAHHHHH REEEIIIGGNNNEEERRRRR!!!!!
(‘Don’t Stop’ by InnerPartySystem plays as Noah Reigner gets to his feet, and Denis Cercel rolls out of the ring in pain.)
James Peters: What a match, if Noah keeps this up at Road to Redemption, he’ll be the winner for sure.
(Commercial for Scarecrows featuring Remi Skyfire)
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘If I Had A Heart by Fever Ray blares throughout the arena to a thunderous pop. Prince Of Phenomenal walks out to the stage, looking at the excited fans before walking down the ramp to finally start this long-awaited match )
James Peters: This man has been apart of a conspicuous conversation for a week as he interrupted a match between Rex McAllister and Xander Payne. He hit Rex with a Phenomenal Forearm while the referee wasn’t looking and that handed the victory to Xander Payne.
Rich Russillo: POP has recently talked about this and this is just business for him, he has been doing this for years.
(‘Blackout’ by Company Flow blasts through the speaker to another thunderous pop from the fans in attendance. Lethal Consequences steps onto the stage, directly looking at Prince Of Phenomenal with confidence in his eyes. )
(DING! DING! DING)
James Peters: This man has also been doing it for a long, long time and is a veteran of this game. If you ask me, if LC had that opportunity that POP had last week, he would’ve done the same exact thing. Like I said, it just business for wrestlers like POP.
Rich Russillo: The referee has signaled for the ringing of the bell as the sound of that is music to the fan’s ears.. The sold-out arena is electric here tonight, hyped up for the extreme measures these LC and POP will go to tonight.
James Peters: These two will tear the living hell out of each other especially under these extreme rules. POP now charging into Lethal but LC immediately slides out of the ring to avoid what POP had in mind. POP is not surprised that Lethal ran away from the situation as soon as possible as he has a smirk on his face.
Rich Russillo: Both men very, very experienced in this game. They are truly masters at work when it comes to the fundamentals of wrestling and that is why they have earned their spot in the EAW Hall Of Fame.
James Peters: Prince now sliding out of the ring as LC circles around the stairs, quickly grabbing them and shoving them violently into the legs of POP! Lethal now peeking under the apron to grab a weapon. He brings out a kendo stick as POP is still recovering from that bone-shattering impact into the steel stairs. POP’s knees could be busted, who knows! LC now bringing the kendo stick back, AND WHIPPING IT INTO THE BACK OF POP! NO!!!
Rich Russillo: POP quickly dodging the kendo stick as LC almost knocks out a fan! POP now jumping onto the steel stairs! JUMPING FOREARM!!! LETHAL IS TAKEN DOWN WITH A LEAPING FOREARM FROM POP FROM THE STEEL STAIRS!!! This gives time for POP to get this match into his favour, fasten up the flow a bit and use his time he’s got effectively. POP now grabbing his tights and pushing him into the ring..
James Peters: He peeks under the apron and pulls out a table.. Lethal could be in big trouble as POP has reckless intentions in plan. POP now pushing the table farther into the ring but Lethal grabs the table while he’s on both knees, refusing to let POP go with his dangerous plan. Prince with all his strength, finally pushes it into the ring as LC hops over the top rope! POP moves out of the way as LC lands on his feet.
Rich Russillo: LC realizing his mistake as he turns around, charging into POP. POP lifts him up! LC flips backwards, but no one’s home again! POP dodging the aerial assault from LC for the second time as he jumps onto the edge of the apron! HE BACKFLIPS OFF!!! AND LANDS ONTO LC AND DROPS HIM WITH AN INVERTED DDT!!
James Peters: Signature Inverted DDT from the athletic Prince Of Phenomenal. Both men outsmarting each other in that sequence but POP finishes it off with a beautiful backflip inverted ddt. POP now sliding into the ring, beginning to prop up the table while Lethal uses the apron to get up onto his feet. POP now focusing his attention onto LC, sliding out of the ring. POP now lifting him up and setting him onto the apron.
Rich Russillo: One of these men are going to feel their body grind against the hardest part of the ring and that isn’t a good situation. But, like we said, both of these men want to set expectations. They want to go to measures that only a moron would do. High stakes, extreme measures, this is what extreme matches are all about.
James Peter: POP slowly bringing LC up to his chest with a smirk planted on his face. OH!!!! LC PICKS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!!!! HE SPINS HIM AROUND TO HIS SIDE!!! SWINGING REVERSE STO ONTO THE APRON!!! POP IS OUT!!!
Rich Russillo: LC also sacrificing his own well-being just to pull that out of the hat as his back landed onto the edge of the apron while he was connecting with the ending reverse sto. Both men taking an impact.
James Peters: LC now pulling him up by his hair and pushing him into the ring. LC now pulling the apron sheets up to bring out a cd case.. .Is that an Adobe House Records album cd case? Why the hell is LC bringing out a cd case out of all things. He could’ve brought out a baseball bat, a kendo stick, a steel chair, and anything else that could do actual damage!
Rich Russillo: Well, LC is always willing to represent that brand and whatever he has in store for that cd case, well.. I don’t know… LC now getting into the squared circle with the cd case in hand. LC now stalking POP….. LC CHARGING! NO!!!!! POP CATCHES HIM WITH A JUMPING GAMENGIRI KICK TO THE SIDE OF HIS EAR!!
James Peters: The cd case drops along with the body of Lethal Consequences, POP caught him with a gamengiri kick out of nowhere… POP seemingly not going for a cover as he crawls over to the side of LC, which is where the cd case is. POP yelling at LC to look at him as he slowly lifts up his right foot… AND STOMPS THE CD CASE!!!!
Rich Russilo: What an act of disrespect from POP! LC is livid, look at his face. He just saw his own album get stomped by Prince Of Phenomenal.. POP might have lit up a fire within LC and just by the looks of LC’s reaction, that lit fire is not gonna go well for POP. LC NOW QUICKLY GETTING UP TO HIS FEET!
James Peters: POP DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE AND RUNS OVER TO THE ROPES! HE JUMPS ONTO THE SECOND ROPES, HOPS OFF IT AND ONTO LC!!!! INVERTED DDT!! NO!!! LC TURNS IT AROUND!!! ACID REIGN!!! DIAMOND CUTTER ONTO THE GLASS OF THE CD CASE!!! POP’S FACE JUST WENT CRASHING INTO THE SHARP, PIECES OF GLASS FROM THE CD CASE!!!
Ref: ONE…. TWO… THREE…
James Peters: NO!!!!! HE KICKS OUT!!!
Rich Russillo: Will you take a look at that! POP face has cut marks from that Acid Reign into the pile of glass! What a display of heart from POP, I didn’t expect him to kick out of that.
James Peters: LC now bringing out of the heavy machinery as he pulls out an acoustic guitar out of the basement of the ring. POP silently grabbing a kendo stick from the apron top while LC grabs him! POP WITH A KENDO STICK TO THE SKULL OF LC!!! THAT CAUGHT LC UNEXPECTED!
Rich Russillo: POP NOW UNLOADING A PACK OF KENDO STICK SHOTS TO THE BACK OF LC!!! EVERY WHIP ADDING AGONY TO LC!! POP now drops his kendo stick onto the canvas while he begins to pick LC up! The Crown Of Thorns! NO!!!! LC LIFTS HIM UP OVER HIS SHOULDERS!!! POP LANDS ON HIS FEET WHILE LC HAS A KENDO STICK IN HIS HAND!!
James Peters: LC whips it into POP but he ducks it! POP FLIPS BACKWARDS!!! PELEE KICK!! NO!!!! LC DODGES IT AS POP GOES LANDING ONTO HIS CHEST!!! POP QUICKLY GETTING ONTO HIS KNEES AS LC TAKES A STEP BACK!!! KENDO STICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! OH MY GOD!!! LC MIGHT HAVE CONCUSSED HIM WITH THAT BRUTAL WHIP TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!
Rich Russillo: LC SIGNALLING FOR THE END AS HE PICKS UP THE DEAD WEIGHT FORMALLY KNOWN AS PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL! HE HAS HIM IN A FIREMAN’S CARRY! GTJ!!!!!!! NO!!! POP GRABS HIS LEG AND ROLLS HIM UP!!!! HE DOESNT PIN HIM DOWN AND INSTEAD LIFTS HIM UP IN A CROWN OF THORNS!!!
James Peters: CROWN OF THORNS ONTO LC’S GUITAR!! OH MY GOD!!!
Ref: ONE… TWO…. THR-
James Peters: WHAT THE HELL!?!?! WHAT THE HELL IS MARRKADE DOING!? BOTH CHARLIE AND MARR JUST PLANTED A STEEL CHAIR ONTO THE BACK OF THE REFEREE AND PRINCE OF PHENOMENAL!!! THE REFEREE COULD NOT GET A THREE COUNT AND THIS MATCH IS STILL ON!
Rich Russilo: Marr and Charlie now stomping away at the exhausted Prince Of Phenomenal! Talk about easy pickings! AND HERE COMES IMPACT AS THE CROWD ROARS IN EXCITEMENT! Marrkade stop their attack and stare at the lonely Impact as he steps through the ropes! Marrkade seems to be having a laugh at this as Impact believes he can do this by himself!
James Peters: Well he ca- REX MCALLISTER WITH A KNEE TO THE BACK OF CHARLIE MARR!!! IMPACT NOW BRAWLING AWAY WITH KINKADE AS MARR IS SENT SCRAMBLING OUT OF THE RING!! REX NOW RUNNING INTO THE ROPES AND BACK!!! OH!!!! POP SMASHES THE STEEL CHAIR ONTO THE SKULL OF REX MCALLISTER!!! REX IS OUT!!!
Rich Russillo: Impact and Kinkade are still exchanging strikes in the middle of the ring as they turn around to attack POP! POP dodges them and SOARS BETWEEN THE ROPES ONTO CHARLIE MARR AND REX MCALLISTER!!! POP TAKING BOTH MEN OUT AS IMPACT DUCKS A CLOTHESLINE FROM KINKADE!!! SPINNING WHEEL KICK FROM IMPACT!!!! AND KINKADE FIRES BACK WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! NO!!!! IMPACT DUCKS IT!
James Peters: FIST OF FURY!!! KINKADE IS KNOCKED OUT COLD AS THE FIST OF FURY CONNECTS, SHATTERING HIS JAW!! POP NOW JUMPING ONTO THE TOP ROPE!! AND SOAAARSSSS!!! OH!!! EVISCERATION IN MID AIR!!!! POP WAS GOING FOR THE PHENOMENAL FOREARM BUT IMPACT CAUGHT HIM WITH THE EVISCERATION!!!!
Rich Russillo: POP NOW ROLLING OUT OF THE RING AS IMPACT CONTINUES TO CLIMB UP THE TURNBUCKLES!!!! A CROWD OF ELITISTS NOW GATHERED AT RINGSIDE, BRAWLING AGAINST EACH OTHER AS IMPACT IS PERCHED!!!! HE JUMPS OFF!!!! THEY CATCH HIM!! THE GROUP OF ELITISTS CATCHES IMPACT IN MID AIR AS THEY HOLD HIM UP!!!
James Peters: They don’t know where to put him as KINKADE QUICKLY JUMPS ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! AND FLIPS!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!! SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO THE GROUP OF MEN AT RINGSIDE!!!! MY GOD!!!!!!!!!
(The camera pans over the Elitists sprawled out on the floor at ringside, the crowd beginning a “holy shit” chant.)
Rich Russillo: All men are down and out at ringside, who knows what awaits these men at Road To Redemption! Kinkade putting the icing on the cake with that sensational shooting star press off the turnbuckle and onto the group of men! What a brawl!
James Peter: What a teaser! I don’t know about you, Rich, but I definitely cannot wait to see what kind of brutality we’ll get to see at Road to Redemption next weekend. We’ll see you all then! Thanks for joining us, everybody!
(EAW logo buzzes.)
