Anna C. Flowers
(EAW intro plays.)
(As usual, Voltage kicks off with a rather excessive video of last week’s episode!)
● Veena Adams is seen talking to several members of the San Jose PD about a restraining order The Visual Prophet and herself filed against Tyler Wolfe!
● Sofia Clarke sits down with Viz, Veena, and Nina in an exclusive interview! They talk about the Iconic Cup, the New Breed Championship, and Viz’s plans for Pain for Pride!
● Viz would take on one-half of The Legion, Finn Edwards. The match would be extremely competitive and hard hitting, with The New Breed Sovereign finally coming out on top!
● The rivalry between Korey Gaines and Denis Ryley would finally come to a head! The two men would wage war in an incredible ladder match! Despite the fact Denis would injure Korey’s knee, the daredevil would come out on top and take control of a briefcase that holds a ‘unique opportunity.’
● Chudd’s Hot Pocket Challenge would commence backstage in the catering area, and well, it would be a disaster. Woogie and Landerson would brawl! Chudd would suffer a heart attack! But through it all, Provencal would stand tall, the winner of the eating contest and perhaps the next Big Bhris Bhampion!
● Daryl Kinkade would shock the EAW Universe with his aggression in his match against Gavin San Drakos! Kinkade would go for the immediate attack and submit San Drakos before the match went long enough to even be considered a match! Afterwards, Daryl would issue an open challenge for Tempest, and low and behold, the former World Heavyweight Champion Rex McAllister would come out. The two men set themselves a date for Tempest!
● The Prince of Phenomenal would be seen backstage, and he would put Lethal Consequences on blast! He could let it be known that at Tempest, he would finally dispose of LC for good, and go on to Grand Rampage to become the new World Heavyweight Champion!
● POP and Farrell V would face off against one another in an amazing match! The two competitors would duke it out in an amazing back and forth contest! Unfortunately, the match would be spoiled thanks to Jackson Blayde and Jazmin Garcia! POP would pick up the victory. After the match, Jackson would take the microphone and he would tell the world that Farrell is a criminal! ICE agents would come to the ring and arrest Farrell, thus getting him deported from the country! Backstage, Captain Charisma would break up the ensuing chaos, and assure everyone that Farrell V had a right to work in the country! The National Elite Championship match for Tempest would be turned into a No Disqualification match!
● Lethal Consequences and Myles would finally have a real match against one another! The match would be incredible, but of course Lethal Consequences would do lethal things, and win the match via cheating!
● The Visual Prophet, Veena, and Nina would all be greeted in the parking lot by Tyler Wolfe! Tyler would attack Nina and Viz with a bat, and end up getting arrested!
● There would be a backstage brawl with Lethal Consequences and The Prince of Phenomenal! While it appeared a little unclear as to who actually started, it would be POP who finished it, leaving LC lifeless!
● Noah Reigner would make his way out to the ring, looking to have a little face to face chat with Xander Payne. However, Xander had other things in mind. He would attack Evelyn and Noah from behind, and leave the World Heavyweight Champion a bloody mess! Statement made, for Xander Payne!
● Voltage would close with the main event featuring Cameron Ella Ava of Dynasty taking on Jack Ripley. Charlie Marr, who was supposed to be on commentary would be absent, but his presence would still get felt! During the match, the bearded brute’s theme song would play, temporarily distracting Jack, and allowing Cameron to gain control of the match. She would put Jack down with ‘Breaking Barriers’ and pick up a huge win in her return to Voltage!
(The recap video fades out, and tonight it’s green pyro that begins to shoot out from the stage in honor of St. Paddy’s Day! The fans inside the SAP Center are cheering loudly and waving around their signs as the ‘33rd Blakk Glass’ by Sosmula & Zillakami is playing! The camera cuts away from the crowd and switches to a view that shows us the parking lot!)
(A black stretch limousine is seen pulling up to the back entrance of the arena. It comes to a stop and a few seconds later, the chauffeur gets out. He walks over to the back passenger side door and opens it up. A few minutes later, the Vice President of Elite Answers Wrestling HRDO, steps out of the limo. HRDO buttons up the jacket of his suit, thanks the chauffeur, and begins making his way to the door.)
(Cameras cut back to the arena, and go to James Peters and Rich Russillo who are sitting at their broadcast booth.)
James Peters: Ladies and gentlemen we are a week away from Tempest and I literally can not wait to see what on Earth is going to happen here tonight!
Rich Russillo: WHY IS HRDO HERE?!
James Peters: Bruh, I don’t even know. In fact, I don’t even want to speculate on that. I guess we will find out sooner or later why HRDO is in this building.
Rich Russillo: Last week, Voltage erupted in chaos as all the tension that has been building the last few weeks finally erupted.
James Peters: I honestly never thought I would see a man get deported before my very eyes.
Rich Russillo: I mean the President of the United States of Blaydemerica was well within his right to kick an illegal out of this place…
James Peters: Farrell V is not here illegally, ffs.
Rich Russillo: I trust President Blayde.
James Peters: Well Farrell and Jackson are both scheduled to be on commentary for one another’s matches tonight so that should be interesting.
Rich Russillo: Something else I’m interested in is if we get any follow up on this situation that is developing between Rex McAllister and Daryl Kinkade.
James Peters: Right? I mean, I can’t say I’m surprised that it was Rex who answered Daryl’s open challenge for Tempest. But what I’m most intrigued about is something Daryl said. He said he would face Rex in any type of match, and that seemed to get our former World Heavyweight Champion thinking!
Rich Russillo: Do you think Rex has some kind of idea about a match stipulation?! After all, he is our resident deathmatch king now!
James Peters: Who would have thought?
Rich Russillo: :wow:
James Peters: Xander Payne sent a HUGE message to the World Heavyweight Champion, Noah Reigner last week.
Rich Russillo: Xander was pretty angry that Noah disrespected him.
James Peters: Well in tonight’s main event, Xander and Noah will get a chance to come face to face before Tempest when they team with Charlie Marr and Jack Ripley respectively in tonight’s main event.
Rich Russillo: Yeah… I don’t even wanna touch Marr and Ripley with a 10-foot pole.
James Peters: It’s a big yikes.
Rich Russillo: But hey, tonight’s show will be great!
James Peters: So stick around!
Rich Russillo: We’ll be right back!
(Voltage cuts to commercial.)
(Commercial break for Subway, featuring The Visual Prophet and Nina. Subway. Eat Fresh!)
(Voltage returns from break and cuts to the ring. A table has been set up in the ring with one single contract slipped inside of a black hardcover clipboard with the EAW logo on the cover. Also sitting on the table next to the clipboard is the Big Bhris Bhampionship in all of it’s glory. Shining as the light reflects off of the surface of it. A group of officials stand in the ring next to Sofia Clarke, who will be overseeing this contract signing. After a moment of silence, Sofia brings the microphone to her mouth.)
Sofia Clarke: This will be the official contract signing for the Big Bhris Bhampionship match at Tempest!
(The crowd erupts at this because they all know that the Fatal Fourway for the BBB belt will be an early contender for MOTY!)
Sofia Clarke: We’ve gathered a collection of the biggest stars in this company to compete in a fourway to determine the Champion. At this time, we would like to introduce each competitor. Starting with the champion, el Landerson!!!!!
( “Here Comes the Boom” hits the P.A. and the Big Bhris Bhampion, el Landerson makes his way out onto the stage. He moves down the ramp in a swift jog, slapping the hands of fans as he passes them, and slides into the ring. His music fades out and is abruptly replaced by “If You Smell”, which brings out the Woogieman.)
Sofia Clarke: Next, a former Big Bhris Champion .. the Woogieman!
(Woogie has made his way down the ramp, and enters the ring. He stands across the table from Landerson – and the two haven’t stopped staring at one another. There’s more than enough history between these two, and the bad blood is deeply rooted. “La Marmelade de Ma Grand Mère” is next to hit the sound system and this brings out Provencal, the winner of last week’s Hot Pocket challenge, and he represents that with a custom Hot Pocket Champion shirt.)
Sofia Clarke: And next, one of the two competitors representing Showdown – Provencal.
(Provencal enters the ring and his song is immediately replaced by “Fat”. About thirty seconds of the song plays before the curtain is moved by a motorized scooter with Chudd sitting on it. Driving it down the ramp with one hand, while chugging a two-litre of Mountain Dew this time.)
Sofia Clarke: And last… Chudd!
(The scooter stops at the foot of the ramp, and Chudd moves off it – lumbering his way to the ring where it takes him a few moments to climb in. Obviously winded by this action, he takes a seat on one of the chairs in the ring. His weight slightly bending it’s frame. Provencal shakes his head at Chudd in disgust, pulling at his shirt to make sure the big man knows Provencal is the Hot Pocket challenge winner.)
Sofia Clarke: At this time, I’m going to ask the defending champion to sign the contract first, agreeing to put his bhampionship on the line.
(Landerson finally removes his eyes from his competitors and moves to the table, opening the hardcover of the clipboard and signing his name on his line. He slams the pen down on the table and takes a step back.)
Sofia Clarke: Now. One by one, the rest of you do the same. And please, keep it civil…
(Woogie is next, signing his name and then motioning to Landerson to ‘bring it’. Landerson is ready to jump at him, but Provencal steps up – signing next.)
Provencal (off-mic): I won the Hot Pocket challenge and I will win the Big Bhris title! No one can stop me!
(All three now begin to verbally shout at one another! Chudd gathers whatever energy he has, pushing himself up to his feet and moving to the table. He leans forward, steadying himself with a hand as he signs the contract. Instead of slamming the pen on the table when he’s done, as everyone else did, he collapsed onto the table. Landerson’s Big Bhris Bhampionship goes flying off in a see-saw like effect and the contract gets buried beneath him. The other three look down at Chudd, who likely suffered ANOTHER heart attack. Provencal shrugs and grabs Chudd’s massive tree-like legs and puts the unconscious Chudd into a Boston Crab. Woogie turns to Landerson and immediately hits the champion with ‘THE BOTTOM’!!! Provencal lets the unnecessary submission go, hitting a Stunner on Woogie as he returns to his feet. Provencal stands up, throwing his arms in the air – but that was the moment that Landerson needed to return to his feet and climb the turnbuckles. Woogie was beginning to climb to his feet, grabbing the title as he does. Provencal turns around and when both Provencal and Woogie were facing him – Landerson dived off of the top rope with a body splash! Woogie instinctively raises his arms and the title collides with Landerson’s head – but the move still takes down Woogie and Provencal, now with an unconscious Landerson landing ontop of them. All four competitors are down and out in what could be looked at as a preview of Tempest. All of this drive for the Big Bhris Bhampionship! :wow: The crowd is honestly shook and Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Mountain Dew featuring Chudd. He’s seen zipping through the streets on his motorized scooter with Big Jay and Baby Jay, the two mascots for the University of Kansas. They’re all doing the Dew, and having a grand ole time!)
(Voltage returns and the camera shot sees Bella Braxton inside the ring!)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is set for one fall, introducing first from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 202 pounds, The Monarch of the Mat, Jaxson Caine!
(‘Fiend Club’ by the Misfits plays as Jaxson Caine makes his way to the ring, ignoring the reaction of the crowd.)
James Peters: A newcomer here in EAW, Jaxson is looking to make a big first impression by putting away Korey Gaines!
Rich Russillo: I hope he doesn’t put someone’s eye out with that mohawk!
Bella Braxton: Introducing his opponent, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, weighing in at 170 pounds…The Underdog Daredevil…Korey Gaines!
(‘Crazy Train’ by Ozzy Osbourne plays as Korey walks out onto the stage slowly, a heavy brace on his left knee. He pauses for a moment, taking in the cheering crowd, then looks down to the tattoo on his left arm reading ‘Till Death’ and nods to himself. Limping, he makes his way to the ring.)
James Peters: Look at the heart on Korey Gaines! His left knee is still injured from last week’s brutal ladder match where he earned a ‘unique opportunity’, but he’s out here anyway!
Rich Russillo: It’s going to be interesting to see how Gaines can mount any sort of offense here tonight, his high risk moveset is going to be completely nullified by the face his leg is not 100 percent!
(Bella exits the ring as the official calls for the bell.)
(DING DING DING!)
James Peters: Jaxson smirks as he makes a show of bouncing on both his heels and nimbly side skipping as Gaines half skip, half limps to the side and delivers a hard chop to the chest of Jaxson who clutches at the rising welt in pain and stumbles back against the ropes! Gainestakes the arm of Jaxson and whips him to the far ropes with some difficulty…single leg dropkick from Korey Gaines! Jaxson seems stunned, he obviously expected that Gaines would be easy prey here tonight, but from the looks of things he’s going to have to work for it!
Rich Russillo: Gaines struggles to his feet, this is exactly what I was talking about, he relies on a highly mobile offense that has to be limited by his damaged knee! Jaxson beats him to his feet and begins clubbing the back of Korey with forearm blows, battering him to the mat! Caine pulls Korey to his feet and hooks the waistband…snap suplex! Back to his feet, Caine hits the ropes and delivers a running elbow drop, driving the breath from Korey Gaines. Looks like Caine is going to let Korey try to stand on his own, which is a smart move, it’s going to not only cause Gaines to burn his own energy, it’s going to actually hurt him due to his damaged knee!
James Peters: Using the ropes, Korey has managed to stand…NO! Caine delivers a chop block to the knee of Gaines!
Korey Gaines (Off-Mic): AAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH
James Peters: Korey is screaming in pain as hs clutches his knee! He had to know this was a possibility coming out here tonight, and Jaxson isn’t done yet! He grabs the foot of the injured leg of The Underdog Daredevil and leaps in a forward flip! That can hyperextend the knee! The look of anguish on the face of Korey Gaines right now is agonizing! Jaxson goes for the pin!
Referee: ONE! TWO!
James Peters: Gaines kicks out! Jaxson shakes his head, and transitions to a mount position, Korey is in a bad position here! The flurry of fists coming down from Jaxson Caine is deflected somewhat by Gaines as he is trying to free himself, looking for any opportunity he can find!
Rich Russillo: He finds one! Caine sent a straight punch into Korey’s guard and Gaines was able to latch onto the strike! Korey uses the pinned arm as leverage and rolls on top on the Mat Monarch, now looking for his chance to deliver some punishment! Krey is in a bit of unfamiliar territory here, but he’s seemingly finding his way fairly easily as he delivers a brutal looking elbow shot to the midsection of Caine! It knocked the breath from Jaxson! Gaines takes this chance to create some distance between the two and stalks Caine as he slowly makes his way back to a vertical base! STANDING FRANKENSTEINER! It hurt Korey maybe more than Caine, though! He’s holding that left knee after the move!
James Peters: Korey isn’t letting it stop him, though, he might be a little slower, but he’s still going, and makes it to his feet at the same time as Caine! Korey may be a one legged man in an ass kicking contest, but he’s making the best of it he can! Korey goes for the tie up, but Jaxson slips it and delivers a quick kick to the left knee, dropping Korey back to the mat in a heap! Someone needs to stop this match, Korey has proven that he doesn’t know the meaning of the word quit, but enough is enough! He can’t even get any offense in! Caine gets into position as Gaines is pulling himself to his feet using the ropes…FADE TO BLACK! That superkick lands flush on the jaw of Korey Gaines! Jaxson doesn’t seem to be going for the setup to his finish, though, he grabs the foot of Korey and drags him to the center of the ring…FIGURE FOUR! JAXSON CAINE LOCKS A FIGURE FOUR ON THE DAMAGED KNEE OF KOREY GAINES!
Rich Russillo: Korey had to know this was a possibility! He’s screaming in pain, but there can’t be any way he escapes this! I may have spoken too soon, though, it looks like Gaines is actually dragging himself and Jaxson toward the ropes! He’s going for the break! COME ON REFEREE! Enough is enough, end this match! Jaxson is in disbelief but digs in deep as Gaines screams out in pain, still trying to drag himself and the larger man toward the ropes! He’s inches away! His hand is hovering over the mat, it looks like he might tap! NO! GAINES MAKES THE ROPES! I’ll be honest, I don’t much see the point, but Korey Gaines has reached the ropes, and this match will continue!
James peters: The point is Korey will not quit! Jaxson is going to have to kill him to beat him, and from the look on the face of Caine he may be planning just that! Korey pulls himself toward the corner and struggles to stand, but Jaxson…rolls out of the ring? What’s the plan here?
(Jaxson Caine can be seen rummaging under the ring. After a second he seems to find what he is after.)
James Peters: What did he find? NO! JAXSON CAINE HAS A BASEBALL BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE! Korey Gaines is completely defenseless as Jaxson rolls back into the ring! The official is warning Caine, but he’s not listening…NO! HE NAILS KOREY WITH THE BAT! GAINES GOES LIMP AS THE BAT CATCHES HIM IN THE HEAD!
Rich Russillo: The official has no choice, he’s calling for the bell!
(DING DING DING!)
(As the bell rings, Jaxson Caine continues the assault with the bat on Korey Gaines, who is limp in the corner now.)
Rich Russillo: SOMEONE GET OUT HERE! JAXSON IS GOING TO KILL HIM!
(Finally security make their way to the ring and separate Caine, who is laughing while admiring his handiwork.)
James Peters: Korey Gaines, for whatever it’s worth, would not quit tonight, ladies and gentlemen. He may be paying for it now, but no one can question the heart in this young man!
Rich Russillo: Maybe, but like you said, now he’s paying for it! Here comes the medical team, ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be right back!
(The medical team is attending Gaines as the camera fades to commercial)
(Commercial for Crazy Good Beard Oil, featuring Charlie Marr.)
(Voltage returns from break and reopens inside the office of Captain Charisma, Matt Daniels. Captain Charisma is with his assistant, the miraculously recovered Veena Adams. It’s no surprise to see Veena grinning from ear to ear, especially considering what went down last night at the Iconic Cup.)
Captain Charisma: You know your actions last night were deplorable, right?
Veena Adams: How? I have been horribly mistreated by Tyler Wolfe since I got here. Incase you have forgotten, Matty, Tyler paralyzed me. Doctors told me I would never, ever walk again. Despite the fact that is well documented, Tyler still felt the need to put her hands on me and knock me over while I was in my wheelchair. I struck my head on the floor, COULD HAVE HAD A BRAIN BLEED THANKS TO THAT STUPID FUCKING CUNT, and was out cold for what like felt 87 years. So when I woke up, and discovered that by the grace of Gawd I could feel my legs again… it was honestly life changing. It was an actual miracle. I wanted to cry I was so happy! I might have to be stuck in this neckbrace for the rest of my life, but I do not have to suffer as a wheelchair bound freakazoid charity case, and that… that right there Matty…
(Veena pauses, because actual tears have filled her blue eyes. She touches her hand to her heart.)
Veena Adams: I’m sorry. This whole situation just makes me so emotional…
Captain Charisma: Oh spare me the theatrics. I might not be able to fire you thanks to your family connections, nor can I stop whatever the hell it is that you and The Visual Prophet have going on, but I can ban you from ringside during The New Breed Championship match at Tempest. And that’s what I’m doing.
Veena Adams: WHAT?!
Captain Charisma: You heard me! If you get involved in any way during Prophet’s match with Myles, I will stop the match immediately and award that championship to Myles. Do I make myself clear?
(Veena’s hands clenched into fists and her pretty face flushed with anger.)
Veena Adams: Crystal.
Captain Charisma: Good. Now, since your job is literally to be my assistant, I’m giving you a task.
Veena Adams (rolling her eyes): Hooray.
Captain Charisma: The Legion came to me earlier today demanding tag team competition. As we all know, Voltage is lacking in the tag team department.
Veena Adams: Because you’re a woat talent recruiter but go on.
Captain Charisma: Before tonight is over, I want two new tag teams lined up to face The Legion. Finn Daniels and Kyie Edwards gave the Jaded Hearts a great fight a few weeks ago, and I think the more experience they get at this level, the better they will become in the long run.
Veena Adams: And how the hell am I going to just make two new tag teams magically appear out of thin air? That’s literally impossible.
Captain Charisma: You’re a resourceful woman. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.
(Veena was about to snap back at Captain Charisma, when someone knocked on the door.)
Captain Charisma: It’s open.
(HRDO walks into the office, and Captain Charisma and Veena both look a little surprised. HRDO looks at them both, before settling his eyes on Veena.)
HRDO: Veena. It’s good to see you again.
(All the blonde can do is nod. Captain Charisma and HRDO shake hands.)
HRDO: Matt, good to see you again as well.
Captain Charisma: Likewise. But if you don’t mind me asking, what brings you by tonight?
HRDO: I think we need to have a discussion about some things.
Veena Adams: Yeah. So uhhh, I’ll get to work on that tag team thing.
(Veena practically bolts from the office, leaving Captain Charisma and HRDO alone. Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for the Poon Palace. They’re currently recruiting for Layla Lockhart look-a-likes for their new burial fetish room.)
(Voltage returns from break, and once again Sofia Clarke seen. This time, the popular Voltage personality is backstage in the interview area.)
Sofia Clarke: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… Myles!
(Myles steps into the picture and Sofia gives him a smile.)
Sofia Clarke: Myles, last night at Empire’s Iconic Cup supershow, The Visual Prophet successfully defended the New Breed Championship against Tyler Wolfe in a match that was riddled with controversy. Did you get a chance to watch that match?
Myles: Of course I watched the match, Sofia, and I think I speak for everyone on this planet when I say no one is surprised by what happened last night. I get that this business is full of scumbags, but there might not be any bigger than the two of them. Tyler Wolfe was robbed of the New Breed Championship, and as a result, everyone who purchased tickets to Tempest are getting cheated out of a match that would have featured two hard-hitting Aussies, willing to beat the hell out of each other for the right to be called champion. We would have fought with honor and pride. There’s nothing honorable about Viz, and he will have to pull out every deceitful trick in his arsenal if he wants to defeat me next week at Tempest.
Sofia Clarke: Right before we returned from break, it came down through the wire that Captain Charisma has banned Veena Adams from ringside for your match against Viz. If she should somehow still get herself involved, the match will be stopped and you would be awarded the New Breed Championship.
Myles: You see, that’s not what I want. While I appreciate Captain Charisma making sure next week will be a fair fight, I never want anything just handed to me. I make it a habit to bust my ass week in and week out to be in the possible shape I can be in, and I pride myself on being able to handle all situations as they come. There are very few people who can claim to have beaten me cleanly, and that’s because it’s almost impossible to keep me down. I came to EAW to make an impact, and to beat down every single person that is put in my path. I’m ‘The Soldier’ and that means I will fight until there’s nothing left inside of me. Come Tempest, I will be looking to make a statement. I want that New Breed Championship around my waist. I want to win it fairly, and on my own terms. I fully plan on making sure that The Visual Prophet doesn’t get to leave Louisville, Kentucky with that championship in his hands. I heard what he said about me a couple of weeks ago. Viz said that was the most overrated talent in all of Elite Answers Wrestling. He was serious when he said that too, and I couldn’t help but laugh. If anyone in this place is overrated, it’s most definitely The Visual Prophet.
Sofia Clarke: So I take it you’re prepared for the challenge?
Myles: I’m prepared for everything Viz has in store for me and then some come Tempest. I will show him and the rest of the world that I deserve every bit of hype that I’ve been given. I know that Grand Rampage is going to take place in Melbourne, Australia and I can’t think of a better way to return home than as a champion. I’m The New Breed Soldier, and once Tempest is said and done, The Visual Prophet is going to have to start referring to himself as the Artist Formerly Known as The New Breed Sovereign.
(Voltage fades from backstage, and cuts to the ring area where we’re already mid-chorus of “Real American” by Rick Derringer. The National Elite Champion, Jackson Blayde has arrogantly made his way down the ramp with Jazmin Garcia only a foot behind him, carrying his championship proudly against her chest. Jackson has circled the ring and makes his way to the commentary table.)
James Peters: Jackson Blayde is on his way to the ring and will be joining us for commentary for this upcoming match between Rex McAllister and Farrell V. Last week, Jackson tried to have Farrell deported for alleged ‘crimes’ that he committed in Indonesia.
Rich Russilo: Are you questioning Jackson’s contacts? If Jackson tells you that something went down with this shady dude, then something went down. He had Donny HIMSELF do the background check, so it’s all legit.
James Peters: ‘Donny’ doesn’t do anything himself, Rich. He has someone do it for himself, and with money being no issue – who knows what those records really said or they were even legit.
Rich Russillo: Well, ask Jackson yourself. .. PRESIDENT BLAYDE! Thank you for joining us!
(Jackson approached the commentary table, and Rich Russillo stood up – extending his hand. Jackson shakes it reluctantly, then looks at James – who begrudgingly stands up, but Jackson waves him off and sits down at the end of the table. Jazmin stands next to Jackson’s side, still holding the championship – and Jackson slips the headset on.)
Jackson Blayde: Here we are, boys. And before you say it; you’re welcome. I’ve just made this commentary team that much more interesting.
Rich Russillo: Yes you have. Mr Blayde – I, on behalf of the Voltage commentary team, want to welcome you to the desk. It’s an honor to have you join us.
Jackson Blayde: I’m sure it is. Any company is better than what you have to sit next to every week.
(James Peters huffed and rolled his eyes. “Still Unbroken” by Lynard Skynard replaces Jackson’s music and out comes Rex McAllister to a pop from the crowd.)
Bella Braxton: The following match is scheduled for one fall – introducing first. He weighs in tonight at Two Hundred and Thirty-Eight pounds … From Sea Isle, New Jersey … he is a two-time World Heavyweight champion. REX MCALLISTER!
Rich Russillo: Well, here comes the former World Heavyweight champion – Rex McAllister. He’s looking to build himself back up to the championship podium, and by taking out the number one contender to the National Elite championship, he could put a pretty big statement together for that.
James Peters: Rex never lost to our current Champion, and in his contractual obligated rematch, it was Daryl Kinkade that was pinned when the match got changed to a tag team match. Rich, if he wanted, he could have a serious case in his favor.
Jackson Blayde: Does it really matter, though? The guy — he’s a loser. He lost his championship to another guy, who then turned around and lost it to ANOTHER guy eight seconds later. Now he’s mad at his ‘little boy’ Daryl? Give me a break. He’ll be even more upset when I make the kid look like dirt later tonight. Upset because I dummied the kid before he could.
(Rex climbs into the ring, and waits in his corner. Always the professional, never taunting. He removed his trademarked ‘Fire & Ice’ jacket <3 and tossed it over the ropes to the ringhand, and waited patiently.)
( “Hair of the Dog” by Nazareth is next to hit the P.A. and outcomes Farrell V, to another big pop. Farrell V emerges from the back, strutting to the beat of his song.)
Bella Braxton: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at Two Hundred and Thirty-Five pounds .. from Indonesia .. FAR-REL-V!
(Of course, Farrell did his signature taunt with the three syllable pronunciation of his name, which the fans mimicked.)
Jackson Blayde: Wow. SUPER lame. Imagine, had Captain Chlamydia not intervened last week, we would be without this absolute disgrace, and we could actually see someone GOOD facing Sex Alabaster this week. Like, oh I don’t know … ME?! The man who beat him during his state of limbo between world championships. He goes on and gets another World Title match and what do I get? Nothing! I had to MAKE the Blaydemerican Dream work for me. And this foreigner? He’s getting a free ride to my championship because Matthieu Daniels has plotted a conspiracy against me. He is the CIA and I am JFK.
James Peters: :dahell:
Rich Russillo: :wow: You’re absolutely right! Let’s just hope you don’t meet the same fate as him. :oh:
(Jackson turns to give Rich the dirtiest look ever. By now Farrell has rolled into the ring and hopped up to his feet. He gives the referee a thumbs up, indicating that he’s ready.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
James Peters: And here we go! Farrell and Rex moving out of their corners and meeting in the ring. Rex’s hands up, ready to lock up .. Farrell extends his hand for a handshake? Rex is confused for a moment, but shakes his hand anyway.
Rich Russillo: Classy move to start the match. Two of the companies most popular athletes, so they’re showing a sign of respect to one another here.
Jackson Blayde: This is garbage. Who ACTUALLY does this anymore? Aw, look at them. So nice and friendly, shaking each others hand and wishing the other a good match. Too afraid to punch someone in the face. That isn’t what Blaydemericans do, and that’s why I am a champion – and neither of these two men are not.
James Peters: Well, the niceties are over and Rex and Farrell are circling. Both go in for a quick lock up, but Rex’s technical prowess comes into play when he immediately twists Farrell’s arm into a wristlock – transitioning to a hammerlock behind Farrell’s back. Farrell looking for a way out, throws his free elbow back – but Rex showing how smart he is, avoids that strike – but allows Farrell to grab his head, pulling him down .. snapmare like fashion .. shoulder to shoulder side roll and now Farrell has the hammerlock in!
Rich Russillo: Surprised to see technique from Farrell. Usually it’s high energy, jumping around and diving off of things. But I guess Farrell’s been training a little bit, maybe for his upcoming match against you, mister President.
Jackson Blayde: Then he has a long way to go. Look at me, guys. I’m the finest physical specimen on this brand – NO – on this roster – NO – on this planet. But not only am I a goddamned Adonis, I’m insanely talented in the ring, and I’m rich rich. I’m a triple threat, and if you want some honesty? Farrell is none of those things. He’s far from talented. This is professional wrestling, not acrobatics – jumping around doesn’t equate to shit. He’s not good looking, what is that stupid shaved head ponytail thing he’s got going on? And rich? He’s from Indonesia – need I say anymore?
James Peters: I don’t think his nationality has anything to do with his level of talent. Because being Indonesian didn’t hinder his ability to just push McAllister away out of the hammerlock, only to hit a series of kicks to the stomach followed by a leg sweep – taking the former champion down to the ground.
Jackson Blayde: Sex Alabaster is really letting this dirty heathen do this to him? Some former champ. What a chump!
Rich Russillo: Rex is back up, but unable to grab the quicker Farrell – who’s already beginning to pick up speed. Farrell hits the ropes, coming back with a big running Wheel kick that takes Rex back down. Farrell up again, hits the ropes, running Senton! Farrell flipping over and hooking Rex’s legs!
(ONE! TW–)
James Peters: Rex powers out before two. It’s going to take a lot more to keep the former champion doing, I can tell you that.
Jackson Blayde: Gee, you think? As much as I can’t stand him, Specx McAllister – the other forgotten McAllister in Home Alone – the one that was chained to the furnace in the basement because he was a mutant, has taken beatings from Diamond Cage, Impact, ME – and somehow is still around.
James Peters: He has a never say die attitude, and that will always be on display. Farrell going back to the well, trying for another senton splash – but Rex brings his knees up right into the small of Farrell’s back. And now Rex is back up to his feet, pulling Farrell up to his and executing a series of back elbow smashes to his head. One after another, harder and harder each time. Rex turns and sprints to the nearest ropes – coming back and hitting a HUGE running lariat that sends Farrell straight down to the mat.
Rich Russillo: Rex isn’t stopping. He’s grabbed Farrell up again, tossing him into the corner. Rex is teeing off on Farrell with heavy bombs that all land perfectly. He’s moved in, wrapping his arms around his opponent.. HUGE OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX THAT SENDS FARRELL HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING!
Jackson Blayde: Tex Sandblaster treating Farrell like a ragdoll. Kind of like I’m going to do at Tempest. Imagine, promising your poor country that you would represent them as a National Elite champion, only to be snuffed out by the greatest thing to ever grace this industry? It’s going to be a hard pill to swallow for all of those Indonesians who find their way to whatever mediocre job that’s outsourced that way, to see their national hero getting absolutely smacked around.
James Peters: Rex has marched to Farrell again, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him.. WAIT.. Farrell shoves Rex away, blasting up to his feet – then leaps up and takes Rex down with a hurricanrana!! Rex is whipped down to the ground, but rolls up to his feet.. CATCHING A HUGE SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE FROM FARRELL!
Rich Russillo: I hope you’re taking notes, mister President. Farrell is quick and those feet of his are lethal.
Jackson Blayde: They won’t be when I break them, will they?
Rich Russillo: Well, that’s a sound strategy.
James Peters: Farrell helps Rex up to his feet, pushing him into the ropes and sending him across the ring. The former World champion returns – jumping over Farrell who dropped down to try some kind of barrel roll technique? Well, Farrell is up just in time to see Rex jump onto the middle rope and springboard himself back — DROPKICK!! WOW! Rex taking a page out of Farrell’s playbook, hitting a big springboard dropkick to the number one contender to the National Elite championship.
Rich Russillo: Farrell’s rolled underneath the ropes, stopping on the edge of the apron. I suppose he’s out there to temporarily catch his breath. That maneuver from Rex was huge and he landed the dropkick perfectly.
Jackson Blayde: Typical of a criminal. Run away when the pressure is on to you. Matt Daniels isn’t out here to cover you on this one, Lex McCannister is coming for you – punk!
James Peters: His name is REX MCALLISTER.
Jackson Blayde: Who?
Rich Russillo: But as you said, Rex is up again and moves to the side of the ring where Farrell is. Reaching over the ropes, grabbing Farrell by his hair and pulling him up– GAMENGIRI KICK BY FARRELL KNOCKS REX OFF AND DOWN TO THE MAT!
James Peters: Farrell didn’t waste anytime recovering and now, he’s not wasting anytime – diving through the top and middle ropes, rolling onto the mat – springing up to his feet.. ROLLING THUNDER ONTO REX!! FARRELL HOOKS HIS LEGS AGAIN..
(ONE! TWO! TH–)
James Peters: ANOTHER KICKOUT! FARRELL IS STUNNED.
Jackson Blayde: Does he think that will ever finish a match? He needs to be bitch slapped, maybe someone will hit him so hard that he begins to think rationally. Maybe, that someone will be me.
Rich Russillo: There’s no maybe about it. If Rex doesn’t tonight, I’m One Hundred percent confident that you will at Tempest.
James Peters: Farrell is up to the top rope now, looking to finish this off with his signature Frog Splash, but… he stops. He’s looking directly at you, Jackson. Farrell! You need to focus on Rex!
Jackson Blayde: Yeah, Ferret, focus on Tex there. You’re not in a position to worry about me right now…
James Peters: Uh oh, Rex is getting back up to his feet and Farrell doesn’t realize. …. REX SPRINTS UP THE TURNBUCKLE, GRABBING FARRELL… BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX OFF OF THE TOP ROPE!! OH MY GOD! FARRELL MIGHT BE DEAD!
Jackson Blayde: That would be doing us all a favor, Jim.
Rich Russillo: Holy hell. The way Farrell hit the mat and bounced after that suplex was insane! Both of them are out right now, but Rex is beginning to move a bit. Crawling to the ropes and using them to pull himself up.
James Peters: Rex moving to Farrell, lifting him up to his feet. Farrell is wobbly, but somehow stays vertical. Rex hits Farrell with a right and a left before turning and sprinting to the ropes. After rebounding off of them, Rex comes back with full momentum … REX EFFECT!! HE JUST HIT FARRELL WITH THE REX EFFECT DDT!!!
Rich Russillo: Eeeshh! Farrell’s head was just spiked into the mat, HARD
Jackson Blayde: Lights out, bitch. Pack it in, it’s a night.
(Rex crawls into position, covering Farrell and hooking the leg.)
(ONE! TWO!! THREE!!)
James Peters: Rex McAllister has just defeated Farrell V tonight in a back and forth match that saw both men have their moments. But at the end of it, Rex McAllister is the one standing tall with his arm raised.
Jackson Blayde: Are we really surprised? The foreigner fails to meet expectations and a former World champion wins, big shock. Farrell couldn’t hang with Rex, just like I knew he wouldn’t be able to, and he won’t be able to hang with me at Tempest – just like I’ve said this entire time. This is Blaydemerica, and only the strong survive. And Farrell a’int it, you hear me?
Rich Russillo: Loud and clear, Prez!
(Jackson stood up and removed his headset. He began to walk around the ring, with Jazmin just steps behind him, looking into the ring at Farrell who was still down and out. Jackson shook his head in disgust as he made his way up the ramp and into the back.)
James Peters: It’s safe to say Jackson feels confident about his match at Tempest, and later tonight we’ll see him against Daryl Kinkade. But let’s not take away from what we just witnessed. Rex and Farrell put on a classic tonight.
Rich Russillo: Big match from Farrell who was looking to pick up some momentum heading into Tempest, but Rex proved why he’s a two time World champion with his performance tonight. And now I’m sure he’s off to rest and watch what happens later on with Kinkade.
(The referee is helping Farrell V up, and Rex has rolled out of the ring. He walks over to Bella, and asks for a microphone. Rex’s theme music cuts as the former champion raises the microphone to his mouth.)
Rex McAllister: So last week, Daryl Kinkade and myself set up a match for ourselves at Tempest. Honestly, I look forward to it. But this week, I got to thinking about how we could make that match a little more interesting. Daryl wants to show the world that he was the star of MarrKade, and that he carried Charlie’s dead weight for almost an entire year. And while that’s not really my business, I do want to give Daryl a chance to show the world exactly what he’s made of. I know Daryl has a lot of emotions right now. The kid is grieving, and clearly trying to find his way in this world. This new found attitude of his is bold, and he said himself he would take on this Elitist in any kind of match. I have proven multiple times over that I can adapt to any situation thrown my way, and I know people have been getting a good laugh over the fact the best pure wrestler in EAW is a bit of a ‘deathmatch king’ these days. While I wear many hats, and excel in ALL match types, my heart belongs to the mat. So at Tempest, Daryl, put your money where your mouth is and lets have a good old fashion submissions match. You say EAW uses you to make other Elitists look good, well lets see how good YOU can make yourself look against Rex McAllister. The balls in your court, son. See you soon.
(Rex’s music kicks back up, and the former 2-time world champion begins to make his way back up the ramp. The crowd is going crazy for Rex’s little challenge to Daryl, and Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Travel Ad for Bali, Indonesia. Among the highlights are the volcanic mountains, rice paddies, beaches, coral reefs, and of course Uluwatu Temple. In addition to wonderful resort towns, bars, and nightlife, Bali is home to three UNESCO World Heritage Sites.)
(Voltage returns to the backstage area. A frustrated Farrell V is seen standing in the lockerroom area. A few seconds pass and a hand clamps down on his shoulder.)
???: Tough break, man. But you’ll bounce back.
(Former National Elite Champion and Farrell’s good friend, Nobi, takes a seat next to Farrell V.)
Farrell V: I’m not mad about losing to Rex McAllister. But I wanted to send a statement to Jackson during that match. Defeating Rex would have given me all the momentum going into Tempest, and after what happened last week, Jackson deserves nothing less than to have me beat him bloody.
Nobi: What Jackson did was heinous, I do agree. He is a bully and a bigot, and someone needs to knock him down a peg or two. I have been in a similar situation before. Cody Marshall tried to pull similar stunts with me. He hurled racists insults at me, which was awful, but I made sure that when all was said and done, Cody knew not to screw around with me. When it comes to stuff like this, you just have to take it with a grain of salt. You have to dig deep, keep going, and show the person who’s making your life hell that they can’t get away with it. This is your first title match in EAW, and it’s a match you have more than earned. Taking away Jackson Blayde’s National Elite Championship is going to be the best revenge. That’s the way you hurt him. You take the only thing that makes him relevant to this company.
(Farrell slowly nods his head.)
Farrell V: Becoming National Elite Champion in such a short amount of time would be huge for me and I know that I have what it takes to get the job done. When I go out there in a few minutes to watch Jackson’s match with Daryl, I’ll make sure he knows I’m not going to take what happened last week lying down. Tempest might be next week, but we’re living in the present, and Jackson Blayde is going to go into next week knowing that he can’t screw around with Fa-Rell-V.
Nobi: You got this. (H)
Farrell V: I got this. (H)
(The scene switches from the lockerroom area to Captain Charisma’s office. HRDO and Captain Charisma are both seen leaving. Captain Charisma doesn’t look happy and HRDO’s face is all business.)
HRDO: Remember what I said. Things are getting out of hand. Voltage has set the standard all season of being the premiere show here in EAW, and what that comes down to is the fact you have always been able to keep things together and give everyone a fair chance to shine. I never want to see Jackson Blayde inside that ring again, trying to have a valuable member of our roster deported. The backstage attacks and the violence are getting out of hand. We have innocent family members getting hit with chairs. It’s honestly ridiculous. This is ELITE Answers Wrestling. Not EXTREME Answers Wrestling. Get your brand back on track because I don’t want to have this conversation with you again. Set the standard, Daniels. You are a commissioner because I personally hold you to the highest of them. Got it?
(Captain Charisma clenches his jaw, but says nothing. He nods his head, and that seems to pacify the Vice President of EAW for now. HRDO takes his leave, leaving Captain Charisma standing outside the door of his office. A few seconds pass and Veena walks back up, hands behind her back.)
Veena Adams: What did he want, Matty?
Captain Charisma: Don’t worry about it. Did you find me two tag teams?
(A smile creeps across Veena’s face and she produces an EAW SnapBack from behind her back and it’s full of paper slips.)
Veena Adams: No. I was never going to find you tag teams because honestly I have better things to do like online shopping on my phone. BUT I did come up with a solution to your problem. Just make tag teams.
Captain Charisma: ….
Veena Adams: Ohmygawd, just draw a name out of the hat and then draw another, and those two people can face the Legion on the Match 31st episode of Voltage. Then draw two more names and those people can face The Legion on the April 7th episode, and then who cares? Because Grand Rampage will be right around the corner.
Captain Charisma: You want me to actually draw four fucking names out of a hat and make two teams out of them?!
Veena Adams: Do I have to do everything around here?! Here, I’ll draw them for you.
(Veena walks into the office and motions for Captain Charisma to follow her. She sets the hat down on his desk and pulls four random slips of paper out of the hat.)
Veena Adams: Sooooo…. The first name we have is….. JACKSON BLAYDE!!!! *Veena tosses the paper to the side* The second name and final member of our first team is…. O-M-G!!! THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… NOAH REIGNER!!!!
Captain Charisma: That will literally never work. Those two hate one another. You can’t sit here and play Gawd like this. Tag teams have to happen organically and because two people actually want to work together.
Veena Adams: I can do whatever the hell I want because I am Veena ADAMS. Are you really in any position to negotiate right now, Matty? I know HRDO was here to threaten you and I bet if you fail to find The Legion competition and don’t make them happy, they will quit on you and that will look very bad. It will open a Pandora’s Box, especially if they go to another brand like Dynasty that’s full of tag teams and people who enjoy working together.
(Captain Charisma looks a little shocked. Veena hadn’t been privy to his conversation with HRDO.)
Veena Adams: Don’t look so shocked, Matty-Poo. I know everything. Anyways, House Blaydemerica *Veena laughs hysterically* can face the Legion on the Voltage after Tempest. And for our second team…. *she unfolds the third slip of paper* the first member is… XANDER PAYNE!!!
(Veena tosses that slip to the side and unfolds the fourth. Almost immediately, an annoyed look crosses her face.)
Veena Adams: And his partner will be that overrated, overhyped shitstain Myles.
Captain Charisma: Xander Payne and Myles? You have got to be kidding me.
Veena Adams: Well, Myles is going to need something to do if he recovers from the beating Vizzy gives him at Tempest. Team Overweight and Overrated can face The Legion on the 7th. There. I did my job. 😀
(Captain Charisma didn’t even know what to say. Veena never ceased to surprise him, and that was not a good thing. Voltage cut to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Dunkin Donuts featuring Chudd. He’s sitting on the floor surrounded by dozens of empty boxes of donuts. He shoves a chocolate sprinkle covered donut in his mouth and washes it down with a gallon of coffee. It’s enough to make your stomach churn.)
(Voltage returns from break and cuts back to the ring area. Bella Braxton is standing by.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
( ‘Hair Of The Dog’ by Nazareth blasts through the speaker along with a huge pop from the crowd. Farell V makes his presence, walking down to the ring with a smile on his face. He shakes the hands of the commentators, James Peters and Rich Russillo before getting comfortable in a chair. He seems in much better spirits after his motivational talking with Nobi earlier.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing the guest commentator of this match, FARRELLLLLL VVVV!!!!!!
(‘Snakeskin’ by Example blares throughout the arena with an enormous, mixed reaction. Daryl Kinkade steps onto the stage, posing before he walks down the ring.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST! From Norwich, England, weighing in at 200 pounds… DARRRYLLLLLL KINKADDDEEE!!!
(‘Real American’ by Rick Derringer hits to a uproar of intense boos. Jackson Blayde and Jazmin Garcia make their way out. As usual, Jazmin is hugging the National Elite Championship to her chest, while Jackson has an irritating smile on his face.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT! Being accompanied to the ring by Jazmin Garcia… From Memphis, Tennessee, weighing in at 229 pounds… JAAAACKKKSONNN BLAAAAYYDEEE!!!
( DING! DING! DING! )
James Peters: The crowd now settling down to their seats after the referee signalled for the bell. Blayde and Kinkade standing in their respective corners, staring each other down. Blayde rushing into Kinkade, engaging in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Kinkade using his agility to his advantage, circling around his waist and wrapping his arms around it!
Rich Russillo: PRESIDENT BLAYDE SLAPS HIS WRIST OFF, RELEASING THE HOLD AND DRIVES HIS SHOULDER ACROSS THE JAW OF DARYL KINKADE!! The crowd could hear the impact of that shoulder strike as Daryl is down onto one knee, suffering from that strike as Blayde runs towards the ropes.
Farrell V: BOOOO! Daryl jumps up! HURRICANRANA!!!! BUT BLAYDE CAUGHT HIM!!! The power of that idiot is completely ridiculous as he hoists him up! BUT DARYL JUMPS UP OVER HIM!!! Blayde turns around as Daryl lifts his leg up! ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!
James Peters: But Daryl misses the kick and BLAYDE HITS HIM WITH A FOREARM!!! Daryl stunned as Blayde runs the ropes! DARYL DODGES HIM AND FLIPS OVER TOWARDS THE ROPES!! SPRINGS BACK!!! BUT BLAYDE CATCHES HIM!! GERMAN SUPLEX!!! WITH A BRIDGE!!!! COVER!!
ONE….
Rich Russillo: KICK OUT!!!! President Blayde caught him in mid-air and drilled him down to the canvas with a bridging German suplex. Jackson with a devastating counter as he picks Daryl up from the canvas and throws him into the ropes! Daryl running the ropes as he dodges him again! DARYL REBOUNDS AND JACKSON THROWS HIM UP INTO THE AIR!!!
Farrell V: AND DARYL JUMPS ONTO HIM AND SENDS HIM FLYING OUT OF THE RING WITH A HURRICANRANA!!! Daryl with a beautiful hurricanrana and begins to get up to his feet, running the ropes! AND JUMPING OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! TOPE CON HILO!!!!!!! DARYL GOES CRASHING DOWN ONTO JACKSON BLAYDE!!! GO DARYL!!!!
James Peters: Daryl quickly pushing President Blayde’s body into the ring, climbing onto the apron as he grips his hands onto the ropes! HE JUMPS OVER THEM!! AND GRABS JACKSON’S HEAD!! BUT JACKSON HOLDS ONTO HIM!!!! Daryl was looking for a slingshot DDT but the bigger Jackson Blayde caught him and is now carrying him into the center of the ring! The First Lady of Blaydemerica is clapping enthusiastically for that and so am I!
Farrell V: Daryl Kinkade has been at the end of Jackson’s power for the second time in this match. Jackson now switching his hold, holding him in a gutwrench position! HE LIFTS HIM UP! GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!! BUT DARYL PLANTS HIS HEAD ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A HURRICANRANA DDT!!!! HE CRAWLS OVER FOR THE COVER!!
ONE… TW-
Rich Russillo: Jackson now crawling over towards the apron, trying to get out of harm’s way as Daryl slowly makes his way to his feet, eyeing Jackson down. Jackson now getting up to his feet as Daryl RUNS TOWARDS HIM!! AND JUMPS OVER HIS HEAD!!! AND GRABS HIS BODY!!! BUT JACKSON HOLDS ONTO THE ROPES DESPERATELY!!! DARYL LOOKING FOR THE UNHINGED MELODY SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB ONTO RINGSIDE BUT JACKSON REFUSING TO LET GO!!!
James Peters: DARYL PUTTING MORE EFFORT INTO THE ATTEMPT AS JACKSON IS ONE HAND AWAY FROM BEING RELEASED FROM THE ROPES!! Jackson using his other hand, grabbing the apron sheets and putting it over Daryl’s head! JACKSON BLINDING DARYL WITH THE APRON SHEETS AS HE JUMPS UP!! AND CRUSHES DARYL’S HEAD ONTO THE APRON WITH HIS FOOT!!! OH MY GOD!!
Rich Russillo: Daryl staggering down towards the barricade as Jackson walking backwards to the far side of the apron! HE RUNS THE APRON AS DARYL GETS TO HIS FEET!!! JACKSON SOARS!! BUT DARYL DUCKS HIM!!! Jackson lands onto his feet, turning around as Daryl rushes into him! Jackson dodges him, but Daryl connects with a back elbow!
Farrell V: Jackson Blayde stunned by that back elbow as Daryl looks what is in front of him. The barricade is definitely not in range. HE RUNS TOWARDS THE CAMERAMAN, SPRINGING UPWARDS AND HOPPING OFF HIS SHOULDER!! WHAT THE?!?!??! AND MOONSAULTS ONTO JACKSON BLAYDE!! MY GOD!!!
Crowd: WHAT THE FUCK?!
(REPLAY: Daryl Kinkade rushes towards the cameraman and uses him as a springboard!!! Daryl leaps off the man’s shoulder and executes a moonsault onto Jackson Blayde much to the shock of everyone inside the building!)
James Peters: HOW IN THE WORLD DID HE JUST PULL THAT OFF!! Daryl Kinkade jumped onto the cameraman’s shoulder, jumping off it and somehow landing onto Jackson Blayde with a moonsault! Daryl Kinkade putting on a highlight reel as he shoves Blayde into the ring. He grips the ropes and jumps over them! SLINGSHOT DDT!! IT CONNECTS AND HE GOES FOR THE COVER!!
ONE… TWO…
Rich Russillo: KICK OUT!!! Daryl picking up the pace, running into the ropes, bouncing off them and CHARGING INTO BLAYDE!! BLAYDE PICKS HIM UP, LIFTING HIM OVER HIS HEAD! Daryl lands his feet onto the apron as Blayde runs the ropes! HE CHARGES INTO DARYL!! DARYL JUMPS INTO HIM! SLINGSHOT SPEAR!!!
James Peters: BUT DARYL IS CAUGHT!! BLAYDE CAUGHT HIM IN MID AIR AS HE HOLDS HIM IN HUNG FROM THE ROPES! SPIKE DDT!!!! BLAYDE DRILLS HIS HEAD INTO THE MAT WITH A SPIKE DDT!! COVER!!
ONE… TWO… TH-
James Peters: KICK OUT!!! Daryl Kinkade got spiked into the canvas and Jackson Blayde is shocked that he got his shoulder up after that! Jackson now picking him up! PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!! NO!!! DARYL SPINS OUT OF THE HOLD!! ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE EAR OF JACKSON BLAYDE!!!! IT STUNS HIM!!
Farrell V: Daryl backing himself to the corner as Blayde gets down to one knee! AFTER MIDNIGHT!!! NO!!! DARYL WAS GOING FOR HIS SIGNATURE SHINING WIZARD BUT BLAYDE DUCKED IT!!! HE WRAPS HIS ARM AROUND THE WAIST!!! HE GRABS HIS WRIST!! 901 KNEEE!!!!
Rich Russillo: BUT DARYL DUCKED IT!!! DARYL RUNNING THE ROPES!! HE JUMPS ONTO THEM AND SPRINGBOARDS BACKWARDS!!!! SPRINGBOARD CUTTER!!! IT CONNECTS!! COVER!!!
ONE…. TWO… THRE-
Rich Russillo: BLAYDE GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!! BLAYDE POPS HIS SHOULDER OFF FROM THE CANVAS AS DARYL IS ASTONISHED!! DARYL IS OUTRAGED!!! Kinkade now sliding out to the apron, ascending the turnbuckle as he overlooks the defenceless Jackson Blayde!
James Peters: THE ANGEL OF THE EAST!!!!! NO!!! THE CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS DOESN’T CONNECT AS JACKSON BLAYDE ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!!! JACKSON BLAYDE ROLLING OUT OF HARM’S WAY AS HE GRABS KINKADE FROM BEHIND!!! AND THROWS HIM WITH NO MERCY INVOLVED INTO THE TURNBUCKLES WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!
Farrell V: Oh no… German suplex into the turnbuckles and Jackson Blayde now pulling him up to his feet. HE HOISTS HIM UP!! PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!! IT CONNECTS!!
ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
Farrell V: NO!!!! KINKADE KICKS OUT RIGHT BEFORE THE THREE COUNT!!! Jackson Blayde is completely appalled! He went for the finishing touch in this match, but this attempt has failed to put him away! Jackson Blayde crawling towards the corner of the ring with a desperate look on his face. He is looking for another way to put the cap on this match.
James Peters: He begins to get up to his feet, looking at you Farrell. A smirk begins to develop across his face as he begins to climb up the turnbuckles. He is perched atop the top! WHAT IS HE THINKING!??!?!?! HE JUMPS UP!!! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!! NO!! BUT NOBODY’S THERE TO LAND ON!!! HE JUST TRIED TO TAKE A MOVE OUT, OF YOUR BOOK, FARRELL BUT HE FAILED MISERABLY!!!
Farrell V: What an idiotic move from Jackson Blayde. This is what I expected out of him, stupid decisions. How is this man a champion in this industry? You know what, I’ve had enough of this. I am going to make a statement.
(Farrell V throws his headset towards James Peters, jumping out of his chair and getting up onto the apron. He climbs up the turnbuckles, overlooking the clueless EAW National Elite Champion as Daryl Kinkade is out at ringside.)
James Peters: WHAT IS HE DOING AT THE TOP!!!! HE SOARS!! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH ONTO JACKSON BLAYDE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION… JACKSON…. BLAYDE!!!!
Rich Russillo: FARRELL JUST TOOK OUT OUR PRESIDENT AND PROVED WHY HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEPORTED LAST WEEK! THIS IS A TRAVESTY!!!! Farrell V with a sick, sinister look in his eyes as he stands tall over Jackson Blayde after that frog splash. The crowd chanting for Farrell V for one more time as he climbs up the turnbuckles. He is perched! HE JUMPS UPWARDS!!! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!!!! ANOTHER ONE CONNECTS AND SECURITY PERSONNEL ARE NOW RUSHING OUT TO THE RING!!
James Peters: Farrell V has completely lost it as the security personnel attempt to separate him from the defenceless body of the EAW National Elite Champion. Farrell V terrorizing the United States of Blaydemerica with two frog splashes in a row. The security is telling Farrell to calm down, BUT HE PUSHES THEM AWAY AND CHARGES INTO THE CORNER ONCE AGAIN!!! HE CLIMBS UP!!!! AND SOARS OFF WITH THE THIRD FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH IN A ROW!!!
Rich Russillo: The third one in a row as FARRELL GRABS HIS ARMS!! AND LOCKS HIM INTO A CROSSFACE!! THE UNCLE CROSSFACE IS LOCKED IN WITH NO MERCY AS JACKSON BLAYDE SCREAMS IN PAIN AS FARRELL IS ENTERTAINED BY THIS!! The security personnel now detaching him from Jackson Blayde. Farrell V quickly slides out of the ring with a smile on his face. THIS MAN IS A CRIMINAL. LOOK AT JAZMIN! SHE’S IN TEARS RIGHT NOW!!!!
James Peters: Medical staff now checking on Jackson Blayde. Farrell V begins to walk up the ramp, looking back onto the madness he created. HE RUNS BACK INTO THE RING!!! SHOVING THE MEDICAL STAFF AWAY AS HE LIFTS HIM UP!!! PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!!!! FARRELL V WITH A ROYAL BEAKER OF HIS OWN!!!
Rich Russillo: :damn: OH MY GAWD!!! Farrell V with an insult to injury, same to what Jackson Blayde did earlier ago. Farrell V like we said has completely lost his mind! This is disgusting. President Blayde did not deserve this!
(Farrell rolls out of the ring once again and throws his hands in the air. The fans scream in appreciation for Farrell as Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for popcorn.)
(Voltage returns and Sofia Clarke is seen trying to catch up with Daryl Kinkade who is storming towards the lockerrooms.)
Sofia Clarke: DARYL! DARYL PLEASE!!!
(Daryl comes to a stop and whirls around.)
Daryl Kinkade: What? What the fuck do you want me to say right now, Sofia? What happened out there was bollocks. Pure and total bollocks. Farrell V completely destroyed my match with Jackson Blayde for no other reason except to further his own personal agenda. His issues with Jackson Blayde have nothing to do with me, but guess what happens? Daryl Kinkade gets caught in the crosshairs. Fuck me, right? Fuck Daryl Kinkade. I bet no one is going to do anything about it either because I’m not a chosen one. No one is going to look back at that match and say, Daryl deserves another chance at Jackson. His last match ended unfairly. Because that’s how things go for me. And I’m sick of it. I’m sick of all of this.
(Sofia hesitates, a little startled by this. She takes a step back from Daryl and flashes him a worried look.)
Sofia Clarke: What about the challenge posed to you earlier by Rex McAllister…
(Daryl narrows his eyes at the Voltage interviewer.)
Daryl Kinkade: Fuck Rex McAllister.
(Daryl stalks off and disappears into the lockerroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Sofia sighs and Voltage cuts to the ringside area.)
(Company Flow’s “Blackout”, which is of course the theme music for Lethal Consequences, is playing. LC is already half-way down the ring, completely focused – by passing every fan who tries to get his attention. His entrance into the ring was quick. No time for taunting, no time for poses. Up the steps, onto the apron and through the ropes. Bella Braxton didn’t have to introduce him, this wasn’t about that. She saw the look in his eyes and handed him the microphone, which he took right away. His music cut and the lights returned to normal.)
LC: Prince of Phenomenal; I know you’re back there listening – you think it’s clever to attack people to try and get the upper hand? I want you to bring your punk ass out here and face me like a man this week. I’m sick of you.
(LC lowered the microphone and it didn’t take long for Fever Ray’s “If I Had a Heart” to begin playing. POP would strut out onto the stage a little arrogantly with a microphone in his hand. The Phenomenal One had a smirk on his face as he looked down to the ring. His music cut and he brought the microphone to his mouth.)
POP: I can’t believe this. YOU out here crying and complaining about being attacked. The king of dirty, underhand tactics – wanting someone to confront him like a man? The hypocrisy is real – LC. Yes, LC, I did what I had to do, and if I had to do it all over again? I would! Because I don’t answer to you, or to anyone. The fact of the matter is, next week you and I are going to step into the ring against one another for what could be the final time. The prize on the line is something that you demanded, and that’s the right to go to Grand Rampage and face the World Heavyweight Champion. I haven’t exactly kept quiet about my desire to once again be a world champion here in EAW.
LC: Well here’s the thing, fam. No one really cares about your quest to become World Champ again because that ship has sailed by. I know a lot of people think we’re both washed up, past our prime, and that our best days are behind us, but that’s only true for one us. Since I came back to this company, I have been on fire. I have made Voltage must-see TV and that’s why they gave into me and made this match between us next week what I wanted it to be. I didn’t need to face you again, and I wasn’t going to face you again unless something was going to make it worth my time. Just beating you wouldn’t have worked for me. Been there. Done that. I wasn’t going to let you leech off of the Lethal Consequences’ name anymore.
POP: None of this would have started up again if you had kept your ass in the back when TLA came to Voltage and issued a challenge for his Openweight Championship. I’m the one who stepped up and accepted that challenge, and then you came out and decided to get yourself involved. That was my ticket to getting my hands on what I want, and you stuck your nose where it didn’t need to be. I deserved that match at King of Elite.
LC: You were the first person man eliminated from the Extreme Elimination Chamber back at Road to Redemption, fuck outta here with that ‘I deserved that match.’ POP, you don’t deserve shit and even though you lost the Openweight contendership match to me, you were HANDED a spot in the Voltage King of Elite finals. Even though you got pinned in that match, you were still given a shot to go to the actual show and compete because the referee apparently couldn’t see that you and Ripley both had MarrKade down. But you went to King of Elite, and you stunk up the joint. You couldn’t hang with Ripley or Jones, and only managed to look better than some dude who’s regularly a piss break. If that wasn’t enough, you decide to get involved in my business, and cost me the Openweight Championship against TLA. Now he’s defended that damn thing all three times and gets his chance at a world title shot.
POP: We can stand here and do this all day. I know both of us have a lot more to say. But the point is, I did attack you last week and I beat your ass to prove a point. I wanted to show you, as well as the rest of the world, that The Prince of Phenomenal still has what it takes. I’m not washed up, and I’m not some hasbeen. I am still an incredible athlete and I’m one hell of a competitor. At Tempest, you and I will do this one more time and when I hit the Crown of Thrones, and pin your shoulders to the mat for the three count, I will get my shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. Whether it’s Noah Reigner or Xander Payne that I face at Grand Rampage is irrelevant. I’m going to walked out of Melbourne, Australia as the new EAW World Heavyweight Champion.
(‘If I Had A Heart’ by Fever Ray hits the PA system and POP looks down at the ring. Lethal Consequences is still running his mouth, but POP turns his back on the Hall of Famer, and walks to the back.)
(Voltage cuts to its final commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Auburn basketball, even though we’re in Kansas. War Eagle!)
(Voltage returns from its final commercial break, and cuts to Rich and James.)
Rich Russillo: Welcome back to Voltage!
James Peters: During the break, the fans inside the arena were informed about a special event kicking off on Voltage on March 31st.
Rich Russillo: Every year, EAW holds a tournament called ‘The Gold Rush’ and each brand takes turns hosting the event. This year, the tournament will take place on here Voltage and feature 8 of our fantastic Elitists.
James Peters: This year’s tournament will culminate at Grand Rampage, where the two men who make the finals will square off.
Rich Russillo: Whoever wins the finals of the Gold Rush at Grand Rampage will find themselves going on to Pain for Pride to face the World Heavyweight Champion! :damn:
James Peters: Captain Charisma will be making an announcement before the World Heavyweight Championship match at Tempest about the 8 participants in this year’s tournament.
Rich Russillo: Now, with that being said, lets get to our main event!
(The camera cuts to Bella.)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR…
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!
Bella Braxton: AND IT IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!!!
(“DON’T STOP” by InnerPartySystem begins to play across the PA system. Noah Reigner, the World Heavyweight Champion, and Evelyn Ridley make their way onto the stage.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST! FROM SEATTLE, WASHINGTON… WEIGHING IN AT 184 POUNDS… HE IS THE EAW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… THE ASSAULT RIFLE… NOAH REIGNER!!!!
(The crowd greets Noah with a mixed reaction, but champ doesn’t react. He slides into the ring along with Evelyn, and the two take their corner. Noah’s music fades out and is soon replaced by “A Story To Tell” by Woe, Is Me.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER! FROM LAS VEGAS, NEVADA… WEIGHING IN AT 202 POUNDS… HE IS THE STRAIGHT SHOOTER… JACK RIPLEY!!!!
(Jack is greeted with cheers and a nice round of applause. There’s no doubt that the fans are starting to warm up to the former member of the 1%, especially given all that’s he gone through. Jack makes his way to the ring, exchanges looks with Noah, and gets set for the match. Jack’s music fades and is replaced by “It Follows” by Cane Hill.)
Bella Braxton: AND THEIR OPPONENTS… INTRODUCING FIRST… FROM BRAMPTON, ONTARIO… WEIGHING IN AT 240 POUNDS… HE IS THE PAYNE KILLER… XANDER PAYNE!!!!
(The crowd jeers for Xander as he makes his way on stage. Xander is all smiles, however. He looks at Noah and makes a title motion around his waist before making his way down the ramp. Noah does not look impressed, and when Xander gets down the ramp, he stops in front of the ring. His music fades out and is replaced by ‘It Ain’t Safe’ by Skepta.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER… FROM TOWER HAMLETS, LONDON… WEIGHING IN AT 240 POUNDS…. CHARLIE MARR!!!!
(A few seconds pass, but Charlie Marr never makes his way onto the stage. Everyone seems a little confused by this. Jack Ripley especially looks annoyed.)
Rich Russillo: Where’s Charlie?!
James Peters: I honestly have no idea, Rich. He was here earlier and from what I understand, Marr and Ripley were kept far away from one another today.
(Xander looks at Noah and Jack both in the ring and a little bit of worry registers across his face. He looks over his shoulder, just waiting for Charlie Marr to walk out.)
Rich Russillo: Uhhhh… I don’t think Charlie’s coming.
James Peters: NOAH REIGNER THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!!! XANDER PAYNE IS DOWN AND NOAH IS WAILING AWAY ON HIS CHALLENGER FOR NEXT SATURDAY’S VOLTAGE EXCLUSIVE EVENT… TEMPEST!!!!
Rich Russillo: XANDER THROWS NOAH OFF OF HIM AND SCRAMBLES TO HIS FEET! BUT THERE GOES JACK RIPLEY WHO JUST WANTS TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF SOMEBODY!!! JACK WITH A SUICIDE DIVE AND ONCE AGAIN XANDER PAYNE IS TAKEN DOWN TO THE MAT! JACK IS THROWING HANDS WITH XANDER! PUNCHING HIM IN THE FACE! NO DOUBT HE WISHES XANDER PAYNE WERE CHARLIE MARR RIGHT NOW!!!!
James Peters: XANDER THROWS JACK OFF OF HIM AND SCRAMBLES TO HIS FEET! NOAH SPEARS XANDER RIGHT INTO THE BARRICADES! NOAH IS LOOKING TO KILL XANDER FOR BUSTING HIS HEAD OPEN LAST WEEK!!!! NOAH IS THROWING MULTIPLE FOREARM SHOTS TO XANDER PAYNE NOW!!!! THE FORMER NEW BREED CHAMPION ONCE AGAIN THROWS NOAH OFF, BUT JUST LIKE LAST TIME, JACK RIPLEY IS THERE!
Rich Russillo: JACK IS STOMPING AWAY AT XANDER, UNLEASHING ALL OF HIS FRUSTRATIONS! THIS MAN HAS BEEN PUT THROUGH THE RINGER THE LAST FEW WEEKS!!!
James Peters: JACK GRABS XANDER AND DRAGS HIM AWAY FROM THE BARRICADES, AND HE SLAMS XANDER’S FACE OFF THE RING APRON! XANDER STUMBLES AROUND THE SIDE OF THE RING, AND JACK FOLLOWS HIM, GRABBING THE CANADIAN, AND THROWING HIM INTO THE RING STEPS! NOAH JUMPS BACK INTO THE MIX AND HE HAS A STEEL CHAIR IN HIS HANDS! HE GETS SET AND LOOKS TO SLAM IT INTO XANDER!
Rich Russillo: XANDER PAYNE MOVES AND THAT CHAIR HITS THE STEPS! IT FALLS FROM NOAH’S HANDS AND XANDER STAGGERS TO HIS FEET AND STARTS MAKING HIS WAY UP THE RAMP! THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION CHASES HIM AND GRABS XANDER, SHAKING HIS HEAD. NOAH IS DETERMINED TO MAKE XANDER PAY FOR HIS ACTIONS LAST WEEK!
James Peters: BUT XANDER FIGHTS BACK! HE CATCHES NOAH WITH A SERIES OF ELBOWS! NOAH LETS GO OF XANDER AND XANDER TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE! RIPLEY RUSHES HIM, BUT XANDER THROWS HIS FOOT UP! XANDER CATCHES RIPLEY IN THE JAW WITH A BOOT, AND LUNGES FORWARD! CLOTHESLINE TO RIPLEY ON THE RAMP! XANDER STARTS STOMPING AWAY ON JACK, AND HERE COMES NOAH! NOAH GRABS XANDER, HE’S LOOKING FOR A RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!!!!
Rich Russillo: XANDER AVOIDS IT!!! NOAH HAS TO STOP HIS MOMENTUM!!! XANDER SEIZES THE OPPORTUNITY TO CLUB NOAH IN THE BACK AND DROP HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND! EVELYN RIDLEY IN THE PICTURE NOW, BUT XANDER IS NOT HAVING THAT! HE NEARLY TAKES HER HEAD OFF WITH A CLOTHESLINE!
James Peters: XANDER PAYNE BACKS UP… HE TAKES OFF RUNNING… WHAT IS HE DOING?!
Rich Russillo: RUNNING SENTON BOMB ONTO EVELYN RIDLEY! I THINK XANDER’S 340 POUNDS JUST CRUSHED HER!!!!
James Peters: He’s 240….
Rich Russillo: ALLEGEDLY!!!!
James Peters: JACK RIPLEY GRABS XANDER FROM BEHIND AS HE GETS TO HIS FEET AND TRIES TO BRING HIM DOWN WITH A DDT! XANDER REVERSES!!! HE GRABS JACK AND SHOVES HIM FORWARD! JACK STOPS HIMSELF FROM CRASHING INTO THE RING! XANDER GRABS RIPLEY FROM BEHIND!!! GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!
Rich Russillo: XANDER GETS BACK TO HIS FEET!!! THERE’S NOAH! NOAH WITH THE KILLSHOT!!!! KILLSHOT!!!!
James Peters: NO!!!! XANDER MOVED!!!! OH MY GOD!!! XANDER AVOIDED THE KILLSHOT!!! XANDER RUNS TO NOAH AND HE GRABS HIM, TOSSING HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS!!!! XANDER TAKING THE BOOTS TO NOAH! XANDER STOMPING AWAY! XANDER IS LIKE A MAN POSSESSED! XANDER IS REALLY TAKING THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION TO TASK RIGHT NOW! XANDER PULLS NOAH UP AND LOOKS TO WHIP HIM INTO THE BARRICADES!!!
Rich Russillo: BUT RIPLEY IS BACK UP! RIPLEY WITH THE SUPERKICK! YOU’LL FLOAT TOO!!!
James Peters: XANDER HITS THE GROUND AND NOAH GRABS XANDER!!!! NOAH TAKES XANDER’S DEAD WEIGHT AND HE’S DRAGGING HIM OVER TO OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!! MOVE RICH!!!!
(The two announcers keep their headsets on but they get the hell out of the way.)
Rich Russillo: NOAH THROWS XANDER ON TOP OF OUR TABLE AND HE CLIMBS ON TOP!!! NOAH IS LIFTING THIS MASSIVE MAN UP!!! OH MY GAWD HIS STRENGTH!!! NOAH HAS XANDER INTO POSITION…
James Peters: NOAH TAKES OFF RUNNING WITH XANDER! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!!?!?! ACE IN THE HOLE! ACE IN THE HOLE!! RUNNING AIR RAID CRASH FROM OUR ANNOUNCER TABLE INTO THE MYKINES ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! OH DEAR!!! OUR VISITING ANNOUNCE TEAM FROM THE FAROE ISLANDS AREN’T GOING TO BE HAPPY WITH THAT!
Rich Russillo: A running air raid crash through a table is what got EAW banned from the country of Liechtenstein back at Wicked Games!!
James Peters: Well only Jack Ripley remains standing now! Noah and Xander are down in the middle of that broken announce table!
(‘It Ain’t Safe’ by Skepta begins to blast across the PA system.)
Rich Russillo: CHARLIE MARR!!!!
(Charlie Marr casually strolls onto the stage, microphone in hand. He’s dressed in his gear, despite never making his way to the ring for the match. Jack immediately sees red. The crowd immediately starts screaming at Jack, urging him to go beat Charlie’s ass.)
Charlie Marr: Hey little buddy! Hey, Jack! How are you? Now I know we were scheduled to face one another in a tag team match tonight, but I made it perfectly clear to management this week that I’m not here to carry deadweight. Xander Payne’s fat ass can go fuck himself and I see he’s probably dead right now, having gone through that table. Oh well. Now Jack, you and I, we have this thing going on right now. You hate me and by default… well I hate you. However, with Tempest a week away, I’m going to do you a huge favor and extend an olive branch. You see, last week I was supposed to be at ringside, doing commentary for your match against CumSlut Ava, and unfortunately for you, you got your ass beat. That’s really embarrassing, and in a main event nonetheless. Can’t relate.
Jack Ripley (Off Mic): What’s your fucking point?!
Charlie Marr: The point is, I used my time wisely last Sunday and I paid a little visit to your sweet sister, Jordie. Miss Jordiana Vittoria Ripley. What a sexy name. She’s a little firecracker, Jack. I calmed her down though and I explained what really happened that night. I explained that her older brother and the person who grew up protecting her from all those disgusting perverts who oogled her in your shitty parents’ casino when you were kids, was nothing more than a selfish piece of fucking garbage. She slapped me for calling you garbage, but that’s fine. I forgave her for stepping out of line and getting emotional. She’s been through a lot. You see Jack, had you just stood there and taken that chair shot like a man, Jordie wouldn’t have gotten that pretty face bashed in. And she’s pretty Jack, she is fucking gorgeous. I took my time staring into those blue eyes of hers. She’s what? 21? 22? But Jordie and I, we came to a little agreement. I promised her I wouldn’t hurt her brother, as long as he would admit what a little pussy he is and how much better Charlie Marr is. There’s no sense in either of us going to Tempest and trying to destroy one another, when you can do the right thing and abide by Jordie’s wishes. I will go ahead and take the National Elite Championship contendership and make my way to Grand Rampage to beat that orange fuck Jackson Blayde or whoever the fuck Farrell V is. What do you say Jack?
Rich Russillo: JACK JUST SPRINTED UP THE RAMP AND SPEARED CHARLIE MARR INTO THE VIDEO TRON! JACK IS ON TOP OF CHARLIE AND HE IS BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF HIM! CHARLIE REVERSES THEIR POSITIONS THOUGH AND HE HAMMERS AWAY ON JACK! THESE TWO ARE BRAWLING ALL OVER THE STAGE NOW AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE LAST TIME THEY WERE UP THERE!!!
James Peters: CHARLIE MARR HAS THE ADVANTAGE AGAIN, AND HE GRABS JACK BY THE THROAT! HE TAKES JACK AND SLAMS HIM BACK AGAINST THE TRON! HE KEEPS HIS GRIP AROUND JACK’S NECK AND SLAMS HIM BACK AGAINST IT AGAIN! AND NOW HE’S SCOOPING JACK UP!!! HEADMASTER RITUAL!!!! RIPLEY PLANTED WITH THAT SPINEBUSTER!!!! CHARLIE GRABS JACK UP AGAIN AND HE HOOKS THE ARMS!!! THE QUEEN IS DEAD! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT!!!! JACK RIPLEY IS DOWN!!!
(All of a sudden, the crowd erupts!)
Rich Russillo: JORDIE RIPLEY JUST RAN OUT AND SLAMMED CHARLIE MARR IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A STEEL CHAIR! JORDIE HITS CHARLIE AGAIN AND SHE DROPS THE CHAIR, GOING TO CHECK ON HER BROTHER!
(Jordie Ripley drops down beside Jack and helps him into a sitting position. EAW officials have come out and start checking on both Jack and Charlie.)
Rich Russillo: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE ARE OUT OF TIME!
James Peters: DO YOU REALLY THINK CHARLIE WENT AND VISITED JACK’S SISTER?!
Rich Russillo: SO MANY QUESTIONS!
James Peters: TEMPEST IS NEXT WEEK!!!! I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT!!!
Rich Russillo: GOODNIGHT!
(EAW logo buzzes.)
