Anna C. Flowers
(EARLIER TODAY)
(Captain Charisma is seen heading towards the production truck, a certain pep in his step. No more Veena Adams to undermine him or sneak around behind his back. With Grand Rampage next week and Pain for Pride season about to be officially underway, it was important for everything to go smoothly on the gold brand! There was just one more thing Captain Charisma needed to take care of before Voltage could get back on track. He walked up the steps of the production truck and knocked on the door. Without being told to ‘come in’, the Hall of Famer opened the door and walked in. Several people turned to look at him, including the two people he had come to see.)
Captain Charisma: I need to speak with the two of you.
(Videographers John and Jessie look at one another, and their expressions are almost identical. Neither one of them really want to speak with Captain Charisma.)
John: I’m sorry, Commissioner Charisma. We are very busy.
Jessie: Like so busy I can’t even.
(Captain Charisma doesn’t look impressed.)
Captain Charisma: Busy putting together last week’s recap, correct?
(John and Jessie both look extremely guilty. Clearly there is no recap video. Captain Charisma shakes his head.)
Captain Charisma: So you’re still on ‘strike.’
John and Jessie: Yes.
Captain Charisma: And this is because no one catered to your egos and told you what a great job you did on the Tempest recap video.
Jessie: I mean… yeah. That took a lot of time and effort and people were WOAT about it.
John: Do you know how hard it is to time the wrestlers’ moves with the proper note in the music? That takes time and skill!
(Clearly Captain Charisma couldn’t relate.)
Captain Charisma: You do realize that you can’t just go on strike or refuse to work every time you don’t get your ass kissed, right?
(Clearly John and Jessie couldn’t relate to that concept.)
Jessie: I don’t understand…
Captain Charisma: I’ll sum it up for you. If you don’t work, you don’t get paid. If you’re not being paid, you don’t have a job. So John and Jessie, as much as we have appreciated your work here on Voltage, it’s clear you no longer want to do it. So unfortunately, I’m going to have to fire you both.
John and Jessie: WHAT?!
(The entire production truck fell silent. John and Jessie honestly look shocked.)
Captain Charisma: It’s no secret that Voltage is held to a higher expectation than all the other shows, because I have personally placed those expectations on every single person who works for this brand. I want the absolute best of the best. That includes people who do the job they’re hired too without any complaints. I wish both of you all the best in your future endeavors.
(With no other option but to start gathering their things, John and Jessie get up. Captain Charisma looks around the production truck, eyeing everyone who had stopped working to watch the scene play out in front of them. Everyone immediately got back to work and the scene faded to black as John and Jessie started heading for the exit.)
(EAW intro plays.)
(The cameras cut right inside the building, taking in the images of the excited fans who have packed the BB&T Center in Sunrise, Florida! They’re waving their signs and screaming their heads off as the official Voltage theme song, ‘33rd Blakk Glass’ by Sosmula & Zillakami is blasting through the arena. As always, gold pyro explodes as the song comes to an end and James Peters and Rich Russillo are seen. Both have happy looks on their faces.)
James Peters: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Voltage!
Rich Russillo: We are just a week away from Grand Rampage and tonight’s main event features the final installment of the Grand Rampage Match Preview series! The Interwire Champion, Drake King, will be representing Showdown tonight as he takes on our fave, Daryl Kinkade, in tonight’s main event!
James Peters: World Heavyweight Champion, Noah Reigner, will be here tonight and he plans to call out Lethal Consequences.
Rich Russillo: Last week, Noah was at the end of a sit down interview with Sofia Clarke when LC showed up unannounced. He attacked Noah and put him through a table.
James Peters: And if we know Noah Reigner, he’s not going to let that kind of fuckery slide.
Rich Russillo: We just really have one hell of a lineup tonight. Although there’s nothing unusual about that.
James Peters: EAW newcomer, Oskar Wagner, will be in action tonight. He absolutely dominated a very game Landerson last week during his debut!
Rich Russillo: But this week he takes on the President of the United States of Blaydemerica!! President Blayde is going to beat his ass and send him back to Germany where he belongs! Fucking Nazi!
Jame Peters: :whoa:!
Rich Russillo: Swastika looking bitch. Fuck anyone who tries to go against President Blayde!
James Peters: You gunna say that to Oskar’s face later? Or even try and talk shit when Jack Ripley joins us on commentary for that match?!
Rich Russillo: … absolutely not.
James Peters: That’s what I t-
(Before James can continue, ‘In my mind’ by dynoro and Gigi d’agostino hits the public address system.)
James Peters: Uhhh ladies and gentlemen, I think we are about to be joined by The Legion.
Rich Russillo: What could they possibly want, James? They demanded tag team competition and once they got it, they failed! They couldn’t capitalize on the fact that both teams they faced were made up of men that despise one another!
James Peters: You’re not wrong, and I’m sure that’s part of the reason as to why they’re coming out here. Their loss last week to ‘Golden Payne’ cost them a chance to go to Grand Rampage and compete for the Unified Tag Team Championships.
(Finn Edwards and Kyie Daniels make their way to the ring to the jeers of the crowd. Both of them look extremely angry and while Kyie gets into the ring, Finn walks over to where Bella Braxton is sitting in a chair. He snatches a microphone from her, which gets the tag team more heat from the crowd. Finn flips the crowd off and gets into the ring, standing beside his partner.)
Finn Edwards: CUT THE BLOODY MUSIC RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!
(The music cuts and the crowd reacts accordingly. They are loud and proud to hate absolutely everything about The Legion. Finn and Kyie look at each other and roll their eyes.)
Finn Edwards: A few weeks ago, we went to Captain Charisma and demanded competition. We wanted real tag teams and a chance to fucking prove ourselves as the premiere team to beat on Voltage! What got handed to us were bullshit matches against people who never had any business teaming together in the first place! The World Heavyweight Champion and the National Elite Champion had no bloody business being in the fucking ring with us. They have their own fucking business to deal with and their own divisions to be the face of! Kyie and I are both fucking pissed we lost to Noah Reigner and Jackson Blayde! Fuck ‘em both! Kyie and I should have won that match and everyone should have fucking congratulated us for it. We damn sure should have beaten those fucking chaps and with their shitty name, ‘Golden Payne’ last week. Fatty Fat Xander Payne and that pussy bitch Myles have no goddamn place in the tag team division. The tag team division is our place! We came into this fucking company to be the team that is the face of that division. We’re not gunna stand here and play second fucking fiddle to some fatso and a ginger looking cunt bitch.
(Finn lowers the microphone and passes it over to Kyie.)
Kyie Daniels: Everyone knows that those two ‘Golden Payne’ dipshits mother fucking hate each other! Last week, they stole our opportunity and our second fucking chance to capture the Unified Tag Team Championships! Xander Payne and Myles don’t fucking deserve to go to Grand Rampage and get a chance to compete for the fucking tag team titles because they’re not a fucking team! We are the only tag team Voltage has! They don’t have any one fucking else! We fucking represent everything a real ass tag team should!!! THE FUCKING CONTENDERSHIP MATCH LAST WEEK MEANT EVERYTHING TO US AND FUCK ANYONE WHO TRIES TO SAY DIFFERENTLY!!! IT SHOULD BE US! NOT THEM! FUCK THEM! THEY DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE TAG TEAM TITLES! THEY ARE SINGLES WRESTLERS!!! THEY DON’T CARE ABOUT BEING A GODDAMN TEAM AND THAT REALLY PISSES ME OFF!!!
(Kyie’s anger has really shocked the crowd. After all, this man calls himself the AK-47, and no one appreciates gun violence. Thankfully, Finn takes the microphone back from his partner to give Kyie a chance to calm down.)
Finn Edwards: The fact is, no one takes us seriously as a team or even realizes how fucking deep our respect for the art of tag team wrestling runs. People are real quick to fucking look at us and assume we are two cocky English cunts who don’t fucking belong here. Going forward, we plan on showing everyone just how fucking wrong they are. We can’t fucking change what happened last week, and as angry as that fucking makes me, Kyie and I have to look forward. We might be new here, but we fucking know what’s on the horizon. We both fucking declined invitations to compete in the Grand Rampage match because that’s how fucking serious we are about being the faces of the tag team division. We want another fucking shot. We want to fucking go to Pain for Pride. We are gunna fucking prove to everyone we deserve our fucking spots here.
(Kyie snatches the microphone from Finn.)
Kyie Daniels: If you fucks want to know how we’re gunna fuckin do that… well let me tell ya! We’re issuing a fucking open challenge to any fucking tag team who wants to step up… AN ACTUAL TAG TEAM! We don’t want some fuckin paper team put together by some slut. We want a real fuckin team. So… if there are any damn teams in the back that want to step up, then they need to get their fuckin asses out here right now so we can do the goddamn thing!
(Kyie throws the microphone out of the ring and both members of The Legion take a step back. After a moment, generic music starts to play across the public address system. Two local talents step out onto the stage and start making their way to the ring.)
Rich Russillo: Uhhhh… I guess we’re going to have a match tonight. I’m being told in my headset that the two men who are making their way to the ring are from nearby Fort Lauderdale, Florida. They go by the names Clay Andrews and Aaron Johnson, and they are apparently making a name for themselves here on the Florida wrestling scene. They are a tag team, and have been working together for nearly a year now, so I guess is this is what The Legion have been asking for.
(That’s probably true because as Andrews and Johnson make their way to the ring, a few marks in the front row are cheering for them.)
James Peters: You know, I could have sworn we already had a series of open challenges…
Rich Russillo: President Blayde’s open challenges were different. Our wonderful leader was opening the door to a better life for unfortunate people who live in other countries. He allowed them the chance to TRY and become a champion of the United States of Blaydemer-
James Peters (interrupting): I’m sorry I even brought it up.
(Andrews and Johnson slip inside the ring and take a corner, discussing strategy amongst themselves. A referee has come out now, and it’s decided that Kyie Daniels will begin the match against Clay Andrews. The referee calls for the bell as soon as the two men meet in the middle of the ring.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Rich Russillo: Kyie Daniels immediately goes on the attack! He’s taken Clay Andrews down and is driving his knee into Clay’s midsection! Kyie is beating the man into the mat now and he’s back to his feet, stomping away on the lower back of Clay! Clay tries to get to his feet but Kyie slams his foot into Clay’s temple… nearly knocking him unconscious!
James Peters: That brings Aaron Johnson into the ring and Kyie strikes! He takes Aaron down with a running lariat that turns the other man inside out! Kyie runs over and makes the tag to Finn, who flies into the ring! Both members of The Legion are stomping away on these two men now, and Kyie grabs Aaron Johnson, running him shoulder first into the turnbuckles! He drops down and begins beating his fist into Johnson’s head, while Finn has Clay Andrews up in position for his underhook piledriver finisher!
Rich Russillo: Finn executes that move perfectly and he goes for the cover!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… HERE ARE YOU WINNERS… THE LEGION!!!!
(‘In my mind’ by dynoro and Gigi d’agostino begins to play once again, as Finn returns to his feet. Kyie raises the hand of his partner in the air, and the crowd begins to boo.)
James Peters: Well, if The Legion wanted to send a message tonight, they certainly did their best to do just that.
Rich Russillo: Yeah, but can they do that against a real tag team here in EAW?
James Peters: Time will tell, but both of them seem determined to make an impact here in EAW and become the faces of the tag team division.
Rich Russillo: However it’s still going to be Golden Payne representing Voltage at Grand Rampage. Anyways, we are being told we have to take a commercial break. We’ll be right back!
(The camera catches a final shot of Finn and Kyie leaving the ring, while the referee checks on Clay Andrews and Aaron Johnson. Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Elite Coffee featuring Noah Reigner and Jackson Blayde. The official sponsor of paper tag teams everywhere.)
(Voltage returns from break and cuts to Bella Braxton. She’s dressed tonight in a beautiful, form-fitting Fashion Nova mini-dress that is red and leopard print stilettos. Rawr.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for… ONE FALL!!
(“Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne hit the sound systems, and after the Prince of Darkness’ laugh following “All Aboard”, a guitar slide is heard and that was the cue for Korey Gaines to push through the curtain and emerge on the stage.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first .. From Oklahoma City, Oklahoma .. Weighing in at One hundred and seventy pounds, Korey Gaines!
(Gaines hypes up the crowd as he stands on the top of the stage, throwing up his arms and yelling out. The crowd firmly gets behind Korey, cheering and chanting for him.)
James Peters: Would you listen to this crowd? They’re all the way behind Korey Gaines. He’s one of the most liked people on the Voltage roster. His in-ring work is captivating, breathtaking and crazy, for lack of a better word. He’s earned the respect of everyone here.
Rich Russillo: He’s certainly had his fair share of big matches with highlight reel worthy moments, but tonight he’s against Martin Daniels, who is hands down one of the stiffest workers that I’ve seen in that ring lately.
James Peters: Korey will have to utilize his speed to stay away from Daniels’ clutches – but from what we’ve seen from him in the past, I have a feeling that it shouldn’t be a problem for him.
(Gaines has slipped into the ring and climbed up the closest turnbuckle, posing for the crowd some more. His music faded into “House of Wolves” by My Chemical Romance, and abruptly the cheers turn to a mixed reaction, leaning closer to boos than cheers.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent .. from London, England .. the Enforcer, Martin Daniels!
(Daniels storms out from behind the curtain. No time for taunting or posing, he marches straight down the ramp – eyes fixated on Korey in the ring.)
Rich Russillo: Look at the fire in his eyes, James. He’s on a warpath right now, and Korey is his target.
James Peters: Martin’s a no nonsense kind of guy, that’s for sure, and tonight is no exception. Martin looks like he’s ready to brutalize someone, whether it was Korey or not. I’m anxious to see how Korey reacts to the undoubtedly aggressive approach Martin will come with.
(Daniels climbs into the ring and immediately makes a B-line to Gaines’ corner, where he gets right in his face. The two trade words before the referee steps between them, putting space between the two fighters. Once he’s satisfied, he turns and signals for the bell..)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: The bell is rung and.. LOOK OUT, DANIELS RUSHES BACK INTO GAINES’ CORNER, FIRING AT HIM WITH RAPID FOREARMS TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! DANIELS GRABS GAINES AND SUPLEXES HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH AN INTENSE BELLY TO BELLY! HE HAS GAINES MOUNTED, FEEDING HIM SHOT AFTER SHOT. DANIELS IS A MAN POSSESSED RIGHT NOW, IGNORING THE ORDERS OF THE REFEREE WHO FINALLY PULLS HIM OFF OF GAINES.
Rich Russillo: Daniels came out on fire, super aggressive and now the referee is having words with him – warning him to listen to the rules. Gaines has rolled to the outside to catch a breather.
James Peters: Daniels pushes the referee aside, reaches out of the ring and grabs Gaines by his hair! HE’S PULLED GAINES BACK UP ONTO THE APRON… GAINES FIRES AN ELBOW BACK TO BREAK DANIELS’ GRIP.. GAMENGIRI KICK BY GAINES!! For the first time, Daniels has dropped to the ground. Gaines jumps up.. SPRINGBOARD ELBOW DROP! Gaines is starting to come back into this match now after Daniels was quick with the aggression at the start of the match.
Rich Russillo: Gaines grabs Daniels, pulling him up to his feet. Gaines fires off strikes of his own now. Right, left, forearm, backhand chop .. discus Elbow! Daniels is wobbly, dropping to a single knee. Gaines bounces off of the ropes.. BASEMENT DROPKICK TO THE FACE! Gaines crawls over Daniels, hooking the leg..
(One..
Tw–)
James Peters: Daniels kickouts just before two! Both men up to their feet and Gaines throws a right hand which is blocked by Daniels. Daniels slips behind Gaines, arms around the waist.. GERMAN SUPLEX! Gaines lands hard on his neck but has immediately rolled up to his knees. Daniels up to his feet, shoot kicks at Gaines’ chest – lighting him up. One, two, three, four kicks in succession before taking a step back.. Charging forward with another kick..
Rich Russillo: No! Gaines catches the leg and works his way up to his feet. Dragon screw take down! Immediately followed into a single leg Boston Crab, wrenching back deep on the hold. The referee is down checking on Daniels, asking if he wants to quit –
James Peters: And he replies with words I don’t want to repeat, but no he’s not quitting. In fact, he’s powering himself up out of the hold – managing to flip Gaines off of him. The damage is done, though. Daniels can’t put weight on the leg right now, and Gaines takes advantage of that. Kick to the outside of the knee, buckling it and dropping him. Daniels fights up, only for Gaines to hit a push kick right to the knee cap.
Rich Russillo: Daniels down again. Gaines grabbing Daniels’ head, keeping him still .. teeing off on him with rapid knee strikes in succession. The fans getting behind him more and more after every knee. Gaines stops and backs into the near corner.. Charging out… OH MY GOD!
James Peters: A tornado enzuigiri kick to the kneeling Daniels! He may be out cold, Rich…
Rich Russillo: You spoke to soon, James. Look at that! Daniels has climbed using the help of the ropes, and now he stands .. waving Gaines to come forward. Gaines isn’t the type to back down.. So he charges forward..
James Peters: RIGHT INTO A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM DANIELS! GAINES STAGGERS BACK BUT COMES FORWARD INTO ANOTHER EUROPEAN UPPERCUT. AND ANOTHER. AND ANOTHER! Gaines is in trouble. Daniels has him backed into the corner. Daniels moves out, and takes a running start.. RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!
Rich Russillo: NO! NO DOUBT ABOUT IT, DANIELS WOULD HAVE KNOCKED GAINES’ HEAD OFF WITH THAT UPPERCUT, BUT GAINES INSTINCTIVELY GETS HIS FEET UP, CONNECTING WITH DANIELS’ JAW. HE CLIMBS UP TO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE, AND LEAPS OFF … HURRICANRANA TAKEDOWN! Gaines immediately pushes up to his feet and Daniels rolls up to his .. Gaines sprints to the ropes, jumps up.. SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT…
James Peters: BUT LANDS ON HIS FEET RIGHT BEHIND DANIELS, GRABBING HIS HEAD AND PULLING HIM BACKWARD INTO AN INVERTED DDT!! Now both men are laid out on the mat. If only Gaines could have made the cover after that, I’m sure this would be finished now.
Rich Russillo: Gaines is the first one moving, though. Sitting up, breathing heavy. He must have underestimated the stiffness of those strikes from Daniels. He’s up to his feet, and Daniels has rolled over onto his hands and knees. Now Daniels is back up. Daniels lungs forward, HUGE RIGHT HAYMAKER..
James Peters: GAINES DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT, CATCHES DANIELS … BLUE THUNDER BOMB!!! He’s planted Daniels! But he’s not done. He’s up and moved into the corner, climbing up to the top.. He steadies himself..
Rich Russillio: 4…… 0…… 5!!!!!!!! IMPLODING 450 SPLASH, AND HE LANDS IT PERFECTLY ON DANIELS!! HE’S HOOKED THE LEG, AND THE REFEREE IS IN THE PERFECT POSITION TO DROP AND COUNT.
(One.
Two.
Three.)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner, Korey Gaines!
( “Crazy Train” plays again as Gaines rolls off of Daniels and stands up to have his arm raised in victory.)
James Peters: For a moment, I thought Daniels was going to make this a quick one – the way he came out of the gate at the beginning. But Gaines managed to catch a few mistakes he made and capitalize on them. Gaines has positioned himself a little further up the ladder now in EAW with this win, and showed how versatile he can be when against opponents that don’t quite fall in line with traditional wrestling.
Rich Russillo: Daniels’ strong style will certainly separate him from others in the company, but tonight just wasn’t his night. He had a strong showing, but Gaines picked his spots and walks away with a big win tonight. Both of these men have a bright future ahead of them, though.
(The camera shows one last shot of Korey celebrating his victory, and cuts to the backstage area.)
(Denis Ryley is seen standing by with Sofia Clarke. The Voltage Elitist has a shit eating grin on his face, as Sofia smiles her best professional smile and looks into the camera.)
Sofia Clarke: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing by Denis Ryley. Now Denis, you’ve asked for this time tonight. Apparently, you have an announcement that you want to make to the EAW Universe.
(Denis rubs his hands together and nods his head.)
Denis Ryley: That’s right, Sofia. I do have an announcement to make. But first I just want to say this. I know I haven’t had an easy time here in EAW. I’ve been hot and cold, back and forth, and I’ve come up short on several occasions here. But through all my setbacks, and the ups and downs, I have never strayed from my personal goals and that’s to be a champion here in EAW. I took Korey Gaines to his limit and injured his stupid knee in our ladder match for that unique opportunity. I know his original prize was a spot in the Gold Rush tournament, but that didn’t work out for him. Instead he gets a chance to compete for the New Breed Championship at a later date and that pisses me off just a little bit. I should have that title shot because I’m the Elitist Motherfucker Around! I’m ruthless and I’m sick of people not taking me seriously. I decimated everyone’s fan favorite, that fucking WOAT Landerson a couple of weeks ago. Landerson is nothing more than a god damn paper ‘bhampion’, whatever that even is. People were booing the hell out of me for that victory and I took great joy in the fact people actually thought my victory over Landerson was an ‘upset.’ Give me a fucking break.
The fact Landerson lost to me then declared himself for Grand Rampage got me thinking. If a perennial loser like the Big Bitch Bhamp can get himself into Grand Rampage, then you know what? So the fuck can I! So that’s my announcement. Denis Ryley is heading to Grand Rampage and I’m going to be the motherfucker who tosses everyone out of the ring and gets his hand raised in the end. I’m going to be the man going to Pain for Pride to compete for the World Heavyweight Championship, and that’s what’s it all about. The best of the fucking best, and I belong on that list. Rex McAllister, Charlie Marr, Daryl Kinkade, Woogieman, and fucking Landerson… be on alert! Denis Ryley is the true Voltage representative going into Grand Rampage! Denis Ryley isn’t called the Elitist Motherfucker Around for nothing! I am called The Elitist Motherfucker Around for a reason. It’s time for all of you to kiss my ass while I am gonna shine bright like the stars of the night. I’m going to Pain for Pride!
(Denis smirks at Sofia and exits the scene, having proudly delivered his message. Sofia looks on as Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for SugarBear hair vitamins featuring Kassidy Heart. 100% Vegetarian gummy vitamins. No one knows hair better than a Sugar Bear!)
(Voltage returns and Bella is standing by, reading to announce the participants of the next match!)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(“Hair Of The Dog” by Nazareth starts playing as Farrell V makes his entrance, getting cheered by the crowd. )
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Indonesia, weighing in at 235 pounds, FA-RELL-V!!!
Rich Russillo: Farrell V is here, ready to take on Woogieman as he enters the ring. Farrell is one of the most talented high-flyers in the roster, which makes him a favorite to win this match.
(“If Ya Smell” by Adam Massare blasts through the speakers as the crowd gets electrified as per usual, while Woogieman comes down on the ramp giving his iconic look at the hot girls in the crowd.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at 260 pounds, The Woogieeemaaaan!!!
James Peters: Woogieman is truly one of a kind. Each time his theme song plays, the fans are all on their feet, cheering the hell out of the man. And no, maybe he isn’t the best elitist or the most successful one, but he has built a legend out of himself and now he has the respect of the EAW universe.
( DING! DING! DING! )
Rich Russillo: Without further due we’re into the match as both men start slowly making circles around each other, looking directly at each other’s eyes. Farrell kicks the side of Woogie’s leg, but Woogie isn’t hurt as punches him right on the nose, forcing Farrell back to the ropes. Woogie grabs Farrell and turns him around, connecting with a chop to the chest, then sends him on the opposite corner and runs with a jumping clothesline!
James Peters: BUT HE MISSES THOUGH AS FARRELL MANAGED TO GET OUT OF THE WAY! Woogieman has hurt his shoulder and Farrell realises that, as he approaches him and connects with the leg sweep getting Woogieman down! He delivers a couple of stomps and climbs to the middle rope, going for the double stomp, but Woogieman rolls away and Farrell misses, but he won’t give up though as Farrell charges to the ropes and claps right back with the diving crossbody on Woogieman!
Rich Russillo: WOOGIEMAN CAUGHT HIM IN MID-AIR THOUGH AS THERE GOES THE POWERSLAM! Farrell is down and Woogieman goes down with him as he puts both his arms around Farrell’s face and locks the crossface in! Farrell is locked in the submission move, looking to escape, but both Woogie’s arms are crossed hard through his face! Farrell is swinging and moving his arms, trying with all he can to escape, but Woogie holds it tight! However Farrell is able to swing his body and get out of the crossface!
James Peters: Both men are up as Farrell heads to the ropes and Woogie approaches him, BUT HE GETS GREETED BY A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! FARRELL JUST KNOCKED THE LIGHTS OUT OF WOOGIEMAN! FARRELL CLIMBS THE TOP ROPE AND LAUNCHES HIMSELF… MOONSAULT! IT’S OVER, FARRELL WITH THE COVER!
Ref: ONE!!! TWO!!!
Rich Russillo: Woogieman got the foot on the rope! The referee is forced to break the count and Farrell is a bit exhausted from that moonsault! He gets Woogieman up and slowly puts him in the corner, chopping him twice before heading to the opposite corner. Farrell performs his classical taunt as he charges to the corner with the missile dropkick, BUT HE MISSES BIG TIME AS HE NEARLY BROKE BOTH HIS LEGS! WOOGIEMAN GOT OUT OF THE WAY JUST IN TIME TO AVOID A CATASTROPHE!
James Peters: Woogieman makes his way to the corner, gaining his stamina back as Farrell struggles to make it to his feet, using the ropes for help. The crowd starts hyping up, you already know what time it is! Farrell turns around… SPEAR! WOOGIEMAN JUST CUT FARRELL IN HALF WITH THAT VICIOUS SPEAR! HE HOOKS THE LEG!
Ref: ONE!!! TWO!!! TH-
Rich Russillo: KICKOUT! FARRELL IS STILL IN THIS! HE SURVIVED THAT SPEAR! INCREDIBLE! HE SURVIVED THE SPEAR EVEN AFTER BEING HURT FROM THAT DROPKICK MISS! That’s really impressive if you ask me! That shows the incredible endurance of Farrell V and that’s what makes him a top notch competitor on Voltage. Let’s see if Woogieman will still be able to get the match in his favor though! Woogieman gets Farrell up, but Farrell pushes him away and connects with a side kick!
James Peters: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Farrell is back in the match after nearly letting it slip away. Woogieman is dazed but still on his feet as Farrell approaches him AND CONNECTS WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! BUT HE DOESN’T RELEASE IT AS HE CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER ONE, AND FOLLOWS IT WITH A THIRD ONE! FARRELL HAS WOOGIE EXHAUSTED! WOOGIE IS IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, STILL NOT CONSCIOUS, BUT ON HIS FEET AS FARRELL GOES FOR THE SPINNING WHEEL KICK…
Rich Russillo: NO! WOOGIEMAN CATCHES FARRELL AND PUTS FARRELL’S ARM OVER HIS SHOULDER AND GOES FOR THE BOTTOM! OH, WOW, FARRELL TWISTED IN MID AIR AND ESCAPES, AS WOOGIEMAN DOESN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT HAPPENED! FARRELL BOUNCES BACK FROM THE ROPES AND FINALLY CONNECTS WITH THE SPINNING WHEEL KICK! WOOGIEMAN IS DOWN! THIS IS A GOLDEN CHANCE FOR FARRELL! HE CLIMBS ON THE TOP ROPE… FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH! FARRELL HOOKS THE LEG UP!
Ref: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“Hair Of The Dog” by Nazareth blasts through the speakers as Farrell V gets his hand raised by the referee and he begins the celebration.)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner, FA-RELL-V!
James Peters: He did it! After all the difficulties he went through, Farrell still managed to get the win!
Rich Russillo: Impressive performance by Farrell V in an amazing match. Props to Woogie too, he did a hell of a job like always.
(Farrell V finishes celebrating his victory over The Woogieman and climbs out of the ring. He drops down to the floor and heads over to where Bella is seated. He politely asks her for a microphone, and of course she obliges. Farrell waits a few seconds for his music to cut before raising the microphone to his mouth.)
Farrell V: You guys are great.
(The crowd erupts for the fan favorite.)
Crowd: FA-RELL-V! FA-RELL-V! FA-RELL-V! FA-RELL-V! FA-RELL-V! FA-RELL-V!
Farrell V: I’m not going to lie and say that my loss back at Tempest doesn’t still sting. It definitely does. It was sickening to wake up the next morning and know that Jackson Blayde was still the National Elite Champion. After everything he put me through, and everything he’s said and done to not just me, but to every person of a different race or background, he deserved to lose that championship. A person like that should not represent the biggest company in the world as a champion in any capacity, and I just want to say to everyone who was cheering for me that night, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t come through and dethrone that tyrant, but hopefully at Grand Rampage, Jack Ripley can succeed where I failed. I hope Jack doesn’t make the same mistakes I did and that is go for the head, and not for the heart. Jackson’s heart is the National Elite Championship, and without it he’s nothing. Being a champion is what has given Jackson this platform to spread his hate, and hopefully once it’s taken away, Jackson disappears, never to be seen again.
(The crowd wholeheartedly agrees with Farrell when he says this. Mr. Every Night can’t help but crack a smile.)
Farrell V: That being said, I know I have to move forward and look for other opportunities.
(Farrell’s smile gets a little bigger.)
Farrell V: There’s no bigger opportunity than Grand Rampage. Am I right?
Crowd: FA-RELL-V! FA-RELL-V! FA-RELL-V! FA-RELL-V! FA-RELL-V! FA-RELL-V!
Farrell V: Next weekend, I’ll be in Melbourne and I will step inside that ring with one goal in mind. That’s to win Grand Rampage, so I can go to Pain for Pride. There’s no harm in dreaming big, and it gets no bigger than going to the biggest event of the year to fight the World Heavyweight Champion. Now, we don’t know if the champion will be Noah Reigner, Lethal Consequences, or maybe someone else who gets a shot between now and then, but you better believe that Mr. Every Night will be more than ready for the challenge come Pain for Pride!
(The crowd pops huge for Farrell’s announcement that he will be in Grand Rampage.)
Farrell V: Any man who steps between the ropes at Grand Rampage has an equal opportunity to win. All it does is boil down to luck of the draw and who wants it more. You must have the will to survive in a match like that, and guess what? I have that type of mentality! I promise all of you that I will walk into that match and do my best. I will survive whatever gets thrown at me and come out on top! I know the match is going to be stacked. I know it will be hard to win. But it’s the perfect chance for me to rebound, and take the next step towards my championship dreams. I am Mr. Every Night, and come next weekend, I’m going to be Mr. Grand Rampage… FA-RELL-V!
(Farrell drops the microphone and does his trademark taunt as the crowd continues to chant his name. “Hair of the Dog” by Nazareth begins to play once again, and Farrell begins to make his way towards the ramp. Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for brass knuckles featuring Amber Keys and Daryl Kinkade. Make them your weapon of choice today!)
(When Voltage returns, the camera immediately cuts to the stage. ‘It Ain’t Safe by Skepta begins to play as Charlie Marr makes his way to the ring with Jordie Ripley. The crowd begins to show nothing but hate for Marr as they start booing him as the two make their way down the ramp.)
Bella Braxton: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Jordie Ripley… From Tower Hamlets, London, United Kingdom.. Weighing in at 240 pounds.. CHARLIE MARR!!!!!
James Peters: Charlie Marr caused some chaos on Dynasty, but this week he’s back on Voltage, taking on none other than one of the contenders for the Unified Tag Team Championships, Xander Payne!
Rich Russillo: I don’t like the fact that Jordie is here, all she means is trouble, and it’s been that way from the start.
James Peters: You’re right about that, but hopefully Myles can help prevent any more trouble.
(‘It Follows’ by Cane Hill starts playing, this time to a mixed reaction as Xander Payne makes his way to the ring with Myles.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent.. Accompanied by Myles… From Brampton, Canada.. Weighing in at 240 pounds… XANDER PAYNE!!!!
James Peters: How are they the same weight.. Besides that, these two managed to win their match last week against the Legion to go to Grand Rampage to face the Jaded Hearts and the Revolution for the Unified Tag Team Championships. Hopefully they can keep their momentum going tonight.
Rich Russillo: Both men have been doing pretty well for themselves since Tempest, despite both losing their matches. The winner of this match will get some much needed momentum going into their respective matches at Grand Rampage. Now, let’s get this match started.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: This match is now underway as Xander Payne and Charlie Marr eye each other. Charlie with a cocky grin on his face as the two begin to circle the ring. The two now slowly approach each other, BUT CHARLIE IMMEDIATELY GOES AFTER XANDER’S LEG! Charlie with constant kicks to the side of Xander’s knee and it looks like he’s trying to wear down the bigger opponent. Xander though, SHOVES MARR INTO THE CORNER! Xander now charging at Charlie, BUT HE MISSES THE CLOTHESLINE! Charlie now clobbering Xander! Blow after blow, and now he sends him into the turnbuckles, and just listen to that thud as Xander’s shoulder connected with the ring post! Charlie now taking Xander out of the corner, AND HE THROWS HIM BACK INTO IT! Charlie with an Irish whip now, AND XANDER HITS A HUGE CLOTHESLINE AS HE REBOUNDS OFF THE ROPES! Xander now going for a quick cover!
ONE-
James Peters: And Charlie responds with a quick kick out! Xander now dragging Charlie to the turnbuckles, and now he slams his head into them, over and over!
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! T-
Rich Russillo: Charlie manages to put his foot up, stopping his head from hitting the turnbuckle again! Charlie now with an elbow to Xander’s jaw, AND MARR ROLLS HIM UP NOW! BUT HE’S GOT THE TIGHTS!
ONE!
TWO!-
Rich Russillo: Xander kicks out, and you could see Myles on the apron, worried that Marr was about to steal that win. Charlie though throwing Xander into the corner, and now he charges at him but Xander connects with a boot right into his jaw! Charlie though, CHARING CROS- NO! XANDER DUCKS THE DISCUS CLOTHESLINE, AND THERE’S A GERMAN SUPLEX BY THE PAYNEKILLER! Charlie now rolling back to his feet, but he falls into the corner, stunned after that vicious suplex! Charlie isn’t safe though, AS XANDER CONNECTS WITH A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE! Charlie now dropping down, seated in the corner, and it looks like Xander wants to dish out more punishment! CANNONBAL- NO, CHARLIE MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! Charlie eyeing Xander now as he gets to a knee! RUNNING KNEE LIFT! Charlie with the cover now as Jordie has a huge grin on her face!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-
Rich Russillo: BUT XANDER GETS HIS SHOULDER UP! Charlie now with a rear chinlock applied on Xander, and it looks like he’s trying to wear down the bigger man! Xander is able to get to a knee very quickly though, and now he’s back up to his feet! BUT CHARLIE NOW LOCKS IN A SLEEPER HOLD, AND HE HOOKS THE LEGS AROUND HIM!
James Peters: XANDER IS STILL ON HIS FEET THOUGH! SOMEHOW HE’S STILL STANDING WITH CHARLIE ON HIS BACK, AND NOW HE RAMS HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLES, AND NOW HE’S FREED OF THE SLEEPER HOLD! Xander though, backing away from the corner, before charging in! AND THIS TIME HE HITS THE CANNONBALL! Xander picking Marr up now, AND HE HITS A SIDEWINDER SUPLEX! Xander now climbing over to the cover!
ONE!
TWO!!-
James Peters: NO! THE REFEREE SAW CHARLIE’S FOOT ON THE ROPES, BUT JORDIE IS THE ONE THAT PUT IT THERE! Myles now going over to Jordie and the two are going back and forth now! Xander now looking outside the ring to see what’s going on, BUT CHARLIE NOW ROLLS HIM UP AGAIN!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!-
James Peters: Kick out by Xander, BUT MARR! THE QUEEN IS DEAD! THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT CONNECTS, AND THIS MIGHT BE IT! THE COVER NOW BY CHARLIE!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE-
James Peters: MYLES PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING! THE MATCH IS STILL ON AS MYLES IS TRYING TO TELL THE REFEREE WHAT JORDIE DID A LITTLE WHILE AGO! Myles just saved Xander in this match, and Charlie is furious! Charlie looking back at Xander and he’s out of it! Marr just kicking him into the middle of the ring, and it looks like he’s ready to put this one away! Marr dragging Xander to his feet now, and he throws him against the ropes! CHARING CROS- NO WAY! XANDER CAUGHT CHARLIE’S ARM! XANDER CAUGHT HIS ARM! AND THERE’S AN ELBOW TO THE JAW, FOLLOWED BY A SUPERKICK!
Rich Russillo: Xander leaning on the ropes, trying to catch his breath after what just went down, and you can tell he’s still feeling the effects of the double underhook DDT, but nonetheless, Xander is climbing to the top rope! Xander getting ready to dive, BUT MARR RUSHES UP TO THE TOP ROPE! MARR HOOKING THE ARMS, AND IT LOOKS LIKE, HE’S GOING FOR IT AGAIN, BUT THIS TIME EVEN BIGGER AND EVEN BETTER! BUT NO! XANDER THROWS HIM OFF THE TOP ROPE! XANDER NOW! SWANTON BOMB! IT CONNECTS! AND THERE’S THE COVER NOW!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!-
Rich Russillo: MARR KICKED OUT! HOW!? Xander is shocked as the referee tells him it was two! Xander now dragging Marr to his feet, and he throws him into the ropes! CHARING CROSS OFF TH- NO! KICK TO THE MIDSECTION! OFF THE ROPES NOW POP UP POWER- NO! CHARLIE IS TRYING TO FIGHT OUT OF IT, AND HE DOES! MARR GETS OUT OF IT, AND NOW HE SENDS XANDER INTO THE ROPES! THE HEADMASTER RITUAL! IT CONNECTS! MARR FALLS ONTO THE COVER! THIS MATCH COULD BE HIS!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Rich Russillo: HOW DID HE KICK OUT!?!? HOW DID XANDER JUST KICK OUT OF THAT SPINEBUSTER! It doesn’t matter, as Marr now makes his way to the top rope, and he’s telling Xander to get to his feet! Xander, doing just so, and Marr dives- NO! XANDER CAUGHT HIM! HE HAS HIM IN A POWERBOMB POSITION, AND HE JUST POWERBOMBED CHARLIE MARR OUT OF THE RING! NO WAY! JORDIE TRYING TO HELP MARR UP, BUT LOOK AT XANDER! XANDER WITH A TOPE CON HILO, BUT JORDIE MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! XANDER JUST FLOORED CHARLIE WITH A TOPE CON HILO! But look! Jordie getting in the face of Xander, and SHE JUST TRIED TO SLAP XANDER, BUT HE CAUGHT HER HAND! But there’s Myles! Myles, trying to stop Xander from fighting back, AND MARR MANAGES TO ATTACK FROM BEHIND!
James Peters: Charlie now rolling back into the ring, after taking Xander out as he was distracted! The referee is at a count of 4 though! Can Xander make it back?
Referee: 4!.. 5!..
James Peters: Myles watching in his corner, and I don’t know why, but he’s not helping Xander up! Does he feel confident in him, or do the two still have yet to put their issues aside? Either way, the referee is at a count of 7!
Referee: 8!..
James Peters: Wait, Xander is stirring!
Referee: 9!… 10-
James Peters: XANDER MADE IT! XANDER JUST BOLTED INTO THE RING AS FAST AS HE COULD, AND CHARLIE CAN’T BELIEVE IT! The two men scramble to their feet, but neither man has it in them to charge at the other! The two instead slowly approaching each other, and Charlie throws a right hand, causing Xander to stumble back! Xander though, he fires one right back at Charlie! Charlie now with another! Xander responds with one again! Now Charlie! Now Xander! Charlie! Xander! Charlie! And now the two are just going blow for blow in an all out brawl! The two won’t stop this brawl, but it looks like Xander is getting the upper hand as he manages to get Marr into the corner, and now he begins hitting him with multiple corner trapped clotheslines! But wait, Marr manages to get out of the corner! And there’s a European uppercut! Marr now with an Irish Whip, and he charges in!
Rich Russillo: And there’s a second uppercut! Marr with another Irish Whip as he charges in once more! CHOP BLOCK BY XANDER! Xander just flew out of the corner, blasting Charlie with that chop block! Charlie’s just been floored, and now he’s holding his leg in pain, as Xander waits for Marr to get to his feet! Marr slowly does, BUT XANDER WITH A KICK TO THE KNEE, FOLLOWED BY A SUPERKICK TO THE KNEELING CHARLIE!!! Xander walking over to Charlie now, and, FIGURE FOUR! FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK BY XANDER! THIS IS BAD FOR CHARLIE! IS CHARLIE GONNA TAP!? WILL CHARLIE TAP!? NO! CHARLIE, SOMEHOW USING ALL HIS STRENGTH TO TURN THE SUBMISSION AROUND, AND HE FORCES XANDER TO LET GO OF IT! BUT THE DAMAGE MIGHT ALREADY HAVE BEEN DONE! Charlie now back into the corner, but Xander’s charging in! CANNONBALL, BUT WAIT! CHARLIE MOVED AT THE LAST SECOND! HE CAN BARELY GET TO HIS FEET, BUT LOOK! THE QUEEN IS DEA- NO! BACK BODY DROP BY XANDER! Xander managed to get back into this one quickly, but I can’t say the same for Charlie!
James Peters: Yeah, you can see the look in Jordie’s face! She’s clearly worried about Charlie but Myles is the complete opposite! He’s loving this as Xander has been on a rampage, a grand ram-
Rich Russillo: Don’t.
James Peters: My bad. Xander taking his time to breathe in the corner, meanwhile Charlie is trying to get to his feet, still in pain from the damage Xander did to his leg! Xander now, grabbing Marr, and he sends him into the ropes! CHARING CROSS- NO! DUCKED, AND MARR BOUNCES OFF THE OPPOSITE ROPES! POP UP POWER- NO! MARR GETS OUT OF IT ONCE AGAIN! BUT WAIT, NO! CHARLIE ROLLS HIM UP! NOT LIKE THIS! WAIT, BUT JORDIE!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: WAIT! WHAT! RICH TELL ME YOU SAW THAT! JORDIE JUST HELD THE HANDS OF MARR TO GIVE HIM MORE LEVERAGE! HOW DID THE REFEREE NOT NOTICE!?
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner… CHARLIE.. MARR!!!!
Rich Russillo: Charlie beat Xander! To be honest, once I saw Jordie here I knew things weren’t going to be fair, but I did not expect that match to end the way it did! Either way, Charlie Marr is your winner!
(‘It Ain’t Safe’ by Skepta starts playing to a rain of boos as Charlie Marr and Jordie Ripley walk up the ramp. Charlie celebrates his victory by grabbing a handful of Jordie’s ass and pointing at his cheek. She dutifully places a kiss on it, and raises his hand. Inside the ring, Myles and Xander look completely disgusted over the fact Charlie stole a victory from Xander. They argue with the referee as the camera cuts to Rich and James.)
James Peters: I think Charlie Marr might just end up being the dark horse that wins Grand Rampage.
Rich Russillo: That man will stop at nothing to get what he wants, and he most definitely wants a chance to become the World Heavyweight Championship.
James Peters: And speaking of championships or in this case… BHAMPIONSHIPS!!! When we return from break, Landerson will make his way out here to show the world the brand new BIG BANDERSON BHAMPIONSHIP!!!
Rich Russillo: :blessed:
James Peters: STAY TUNED EVERYONE! WE’LL BE RIGHT BACK!
(Commercial break for lamps. We love lamps.)
(As teased before the break, Voltage returns and ‘Here Comes the Boom’ by DMX begins to play. El Landerson runs to the ring at full speed. He has his six one nine microphone once again as he gets into the ring, with a beautiful looking pedestal at ringside, with an object covered with a fancy red blanket on top of it.)
El Landerson: Hello EAW Universe. Last time I told you I was going to reveal the new Big Banderson Bhampionship so I’m going to do that tonight.
(The crowd pops for the news of the Big Banderson Bhampionship, leaving Landerson speechless before he begins to talk once again.)
El Landerson: But before we do that, I am going to talk about the Grand Rampage FPV coming up soon on the EAW Network. Like I already told you, I am going to enter the Grand Rampage match. Well next Saturday I am going to win the Grand Rampage like I said. Then if Noah Reigner can beat Lethal Consequence then I will face him at Pain for Pride, the FPV in maybe a winners take all contest or just for the World Heavyweight Championship title. Or if Lethal Consequence can win I will face him instead.
(The crowd continues cheering as Landerson talks about his Grand Rampage match coming up. Landerson then jumps over the top rope, outside the ring, and goes over to the blanket. He takes the blanket off of it and throws it to the crowd, or at least attempts to as the blanket doesn’t even make it to the barricade. The new Big Banderson Bhampionship is shown on the pedestal.)
El Landerson: Well this is the Big Banderson Bhampionship and I told you I would reveal it. So this is the new BBB title. How do you guys like this new BBB title that I revealed?
(Every fan in the arena begins clapping in appreciation of the new championship. Landerson raises up the Bhampionship as he starts talking once more. )
El Landerson: So you do like it. Well I will defend my Bhampionship against anyone. And at Grand Rampage I am going to win and then I will-
(All of a sudden, the crowd begins to heavily boo.)
James Peters: OH MY GOD! DENIS RYLEY! DENIS RYLEY JUST ATTACKED LANDERSON FROM BEHIND!
Rich Russillo: DENIS RYLEY IS ANOTHER PARTICIPANT IN THE GRAND RAMPAGE MATCH! BUT HE’S NOT WAITING UNTIL SATURDAY! HE’S ATTACKING LANDERSON RIGHT NOW! RYLEY NOW THROWING LANDERSON INTO THE BARRICADE, AND HE’S WAITING FOR HIM TO GET TO HIS FEET NOW! LANDERSON NO!
James Peters: SUPERKICK BY DENIS! DENIS JUST FLOORED THE BIG BANDERSON BHAMPION! BUT HE’S NOT DONE YET, DENIS THROWING HIM INTO THE RING POST! AND THERE’S THE LAST HOUR! HE JUST HIT THE HELLUVA KICK, WITH LANDERSON’S HEAD CONNECTING WITH THE RINGPOST! LANDERSON’S OUT OF IT! THIS IS HEINOUS!!!
Rich Russillo: DENIS RYLEY IS DISGUSTING! HE JUST ATTACKED AN ABSOLUTE LIVING LEGEND AND LAID HIM OUT FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON! I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO DISGUSTED IN MY LIFE!
(Denis looks over at the fallen Big Banderson Bhampionship. He reaches down and scoops it up, holding it high in the air. The audience lets Denis have it. The Elitist Motherfucker laughs maniacally as Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Lorac PRO liquid lipstick and more specifically the shade ‘Wisteria.’ It looks amazing on the Women’s World Champion and Unified Tag Team Champion, Sienna Jade. :wow:)
(Voltage returns back to ringside when “Stitch” by Wage War begins to play over the P.A. system. This music generates a pop from the crowd, which grows even louder when Jack Ripley rips through the curtain and explodes on stage with tons of energy. The crowd feeds off of it as he stands on the ramp, posing and taunting.)
James Peters: Welcome back. The number one contender to the National Elite championship, Jack Ripley, is coming down to the ring at this time to join us for commentary for the next match.
Rich Russillo: Great. Another Anti-President people in my personal bubble. I don’t understand why Jackson generates all of this hate..
James Peters: Really? You don’t understand?
(Jack has made his way down the ramp and circled the ring, slapping hands with a few fans as he does. Finally he stops at the commentary table and puts on his headset before sitting down, sitting next to James obviously.)
James Peters: Welcome Jack.
Jack Ripley: Thanks for having me guys, it’s been awhile since I’ve been out on commentary.
James Peters: Couldn’t have picked a better match. You’re opponent at Grand Rampage versus the newly debuted Oskar Wagner.
Jack Ripley: I can’t wait to see this guy beat the fuck outta’ Jackson, not going to lie to you.
(Symphony No. 9 – Allegro Con Fuoco (AstraVexuitar Version)” by Antonin Dvorak hits the P.A. system suddenly and the lights go dark, except for one shining down on the stage.)
Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall .. introducing first, from Hamburg, Germany – he weighs in at One Hundred and Forty One kilos — or Three Hundred and Ten Pounds — “Das Wrestler” Oskar Wagner!
(Oskar pushes his way through the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp, his arms behind his back and his head up.)
James Peters: Would you look at the size of this man? He’s Six-Four, Three Hundred and Ten pounds. He’s a German Death Machine, and we experienced that last week when he absolutely manhandled el Landerson in his official debut match. He turned some heads with that performance last week, Rich, and this week is a big step into the deep end of EAW for him.
Rich Russillo: I’d say. But this week, he’s not facing Landerson. He’s against the President. He’s against the goddamn best wrestler ON THIS PLANET, James! The leader of Blaydemerica .. the National Elite champion .. Jackson Blayde.
Jack Ripley: Excuse me? On the planet? Are you high, Rich? The first thing you say to in my presence all night is that corny shit? You need to reevaluate your decision on who your favorite wrestler is, and do it quickly.
James Peters: Well, if Oskar comes into this match anything like he did against Landerson, our ‘president’ could be in real trouble in this match.
Rich Russillo: How. Dare. You?!
(Oskar has climbed into the ring, standing tall in the centre just as he did at the top of the ramp. “Das Wrestler” head held high and his eyes narrowed down onto the ramp beneath him. “Real American” replaces the classic instrumental.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Memphis, Tennessee .. weighing at Two Hundred and Twenty Nine pounds .. he is the National Elite Champion … Jackson Blayde!
(As always, Jazmin is the first one out from behind the curtain – and she has the National Elite championship in her hands, cradled against her chest. Out next comes the man himself, Jackson Blayde looking as orange as ever. He stops next to Jazmin and the two exchange smirks before he leads them down the ramp with an arrogant swagger in his step.)
Rich Russillo: You think that THIS man — the National Elite Champion, the leader and President of the United States of Blaydemerica — is going to play the role of ‘Local Talent #2847387’ and get absolutely dummied like Landerson — the man who should have been deported by Jackson eons ago — did? You are outside of your minds…
James Peters: Listen, I know you have this obsession with Jackson – but you’re honestly going to sit there and tell me Jackson’s going to handle Oskar? He’s never quite faced someone this big, and from what we saw last week – something that agile at his size. It’s going to be a task..
Rich Russillo: It would be a task for anyone not named Jackson Blayde, sure. For Jackson though? Just another day at the office.
Jack Ripley: No another day at the office for Jackson is sending his mail-ordered-skank there out to pick up his dry cleaning while he empties two, three or four more cans of spray tan on his body. In the ring, he’s a hack. We all know that..
(Normally Jackson would assist Jazmin while she entered the ring, but after taking one look up at Oskar, he shakes his head and instructs Jazmin to stay outside before sliding in himself. And then, probably foolishly, marches right up to Oskar and stands nose-to-nose, chest-to-chest with him, talking trash as he does.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
James Peters: There’s the opening bell and Oskar still hasn’t taken his ring-jacket off yet. He’s still face to face with Jackson, who’s telling him how it is and how it’s going to be.
Rich Russillo: And if Oskar had any brains in that oddly shaped head of his, he would listen..
James Peters: Well, Jackson doesn’t give him the option. Instead Jackson gives Oskar a little shove before slapping him right across the face! :damn: Talk about disrespect.
Jack Ripley: I don’t think that was a good idea, and that’s shocking. Jackson is never full of good ideas, but that one takes the cake.
Rich Russillo: Coming from the guy who got kicked to the curb by the One Percent, don’t talk to me about good and bad ideas when you couldn’t figure out one to stay in the good graces of those guys.
James Peters: Jackson’s still talking trash after that slap, and it’s only just irritated Oskar. Jackson rears back, attempting another one – but Oskar stops his hand mid-swing. The look on Jackson’s face quickly turns from arrogant to terrified. HEADBUTT! Oskar just slammed his head into Jackson’s face, flooring the National Elite Champion.
Jack Ripley: See, I told you that it wasn’t a good idea and now look at Jackson – he’s down and his face is probably broken. Ah well, for the better anyway. Something about his face just throws me off.
Rich Russillo: Something about YOU throws ME off. .. But that is no way to treat our president. Jackson’s secret service needs to be out here protecting him from foreign terrorists.
James Peters: :whoa: Relax, buddy.
Jack Ripley: Well, Oskar’s out of that ring jacket now. Jackson’s back up, turning to face Oskar..
(CHOP!!!!!!!! IT ECHOES THROUGH THE ENTIRE AREA, IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWED BY THE SOUNDS OF THE AIR LEAVING JACKSON’S LUNGS.)
James Peters: :damn:
Rich Russillo: :damn:
(Jackson drops the mat, and rolls out of the ring. One hand covers his chest, and the other hand – he throws up into the air.)
Jackson Blayde (Off-Mic): Nope!! Fuck that!’
Rich Russillo: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! THAT SHOULD BE A CERTIFIED WEAPON AND SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO BE USED IN THE RING! ESPECIALLY AGAINST THE GODDAMN PRESIDENT! SOMEONE ARREST THIS MAN.
Jack Ripley: He just got the shit chopped out of him and it was only the beginning of the match. (Jack’s laughing) I certainly hope that happens some more…
James Peters: Well, Jackson’s legitimately threatening to leave the ringside area. Jazmin’s out there trying to talk him into staying and the referee is doing the same. But now he has no choice but to administer the count out. .. Holy hell, look at Jackson’s chest!
Jack Ripley: Did the spray tan come off?
Rich Russillo: His chest is already bright red!
James Peters: Jackson is back into the ring now, avoiding a lunging grab from Oskar – slipping behind the big man and kicking the back of his leg. Sound strategy, take out the legs and chop him down. Oskar eats a few of these kicks before turning around.. LARIAT! Almost takes Jackson’s head clean off of his shoulders. Oskar’s lifted Jackson back up and whips him into the ropes. Lariat again!! NO! Jackson’s ducked underneath it, hitting Oskar with more kicks to the legs followed by a.. German suplex? He’s wrapped his arms around Oskar’s waist and proceeds to lift him up .. or attempts to. He manages to barely lift Oskar’s feet from the ground, but can’t complete.
Jack Ripley: Oskar shrugs Jackson off, grabbing his arms and hip tossing him to the ground as if he were nothing. Jacko’s back up, though, and charges to Oskar. Weak ass shots from the champion, aimed primarily at the stomach.
James Peters: But it’s enough to back him into the corner for the time being.
Rich Russillo: Jackson drives his boot into Oskar’s stomach two, three, four times before taking his leg, wrapping it up over the middle rope, and kicking away at it now. Yes! That is why he’s our president! He has a great strategic planning for every opponent. No matter how big, or small..
(Rich glares as Jack.)
James Peters: Jackson’s backed away, only to come back quickly with a dropkick targeting that exposed leg. Oskar frees his leg finally, holding it for a moment while Jackson’s taking the time to taunt and look back at you, Jack.
Jack Ripley: He should stay focused on his opponent for tonight. Don’t overlook this man just because you can’t wait to get your ass kicked at Grand Rampage next week.
Rich Russillo: Awfully confident over there. Just remember what brand took you in, boy. And then remember who the president of said brand is. Show some respect..
James Peters: Well, Jackson’s turned back to Oskar and grabs him out of the corner – dragging him back into the middle of the ring where he puts to use more educated strikes. After landing a strikes in quick succession, Jackson hits the ropes and hits Oskar with a clothesline. …. He doesn’t fall. Frustrated, Jackson hits the ropes again and tries again … Same result. Oskar’s telling him to try a third time, so Jackson hits the ropes for a third time.. CLOTHESLINE! It wasn’t Jackson that took Oskar down, but instead it was Oskar that floored Jackson with a powerful clothesline.
Jack Ripley: Someone check the third row. I think I saw Jackson’s gum fly that far after being hit. Jackson’s moving backward into the corner quickly, trying to get away from this man – and honestly? I can’t blame him. That looked like it wasn’t pleasant at all.
Rich Russillo: That’s the difference between you and Jackson, though. You’re out here just talking, while Jackson’s in there fighting against him.
Jack Ripley: Yeah, I don’t have a death sentence on my shoulders. Jackson should maybe watch out who he runs that mouth too and maybe Matt Daniels wouldn’t have booked him against this.. What did you call him, James? German Death Machine?
James Peters: That’s exactly right. And by the look in Oskar’s eyes right now, that’s exactly what he has in mind. Death, and dealing a lot of it. He moves into the corner where Jackson tried to retreat to. He’s walking with a slight limp thanks to Jackson targeting that leg, but it hasn’t really slowed him down all that much. Oskar reaches down to grab Jackson, but Jackson thrusts a leg up – kicking Oskar in the stomach. Once and then again, and then again — NO! Oskar catches the third attempt, and grabs his other leg as well pulling him into position. Oh my god! Look at the strength! He’s pulled Jackson up into a powerbomb hold — BUCKLE BOMB!
Rich Russillo: Jazmín! Quick! Go to the back and get help. Get medics, security, cops, the army, immigration officers — ANYONE! Our President is likely dead!
(Oskar has pulled Jackson out of the corner, covering him.
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Rich Russillo: False alarm!! :whew: but for real, keep them on stand by.
James Peters: I don’t know how, but Jackson’s kicked out at two. Oskar’s grabbed Jackson by his hair now, pulling him back up to his feet. JACKSON WITH A JAWBREAKER COUNTER OUT OF NO WHERE! That staggers the big man, backing him off. Jackson’s back up now, stalking behind Oskar.. CHOP BLOCK!
Rich Russillo: YESSSS! THERE HE IS! THAT’S OUR PRESIDENT! HE’S STARTING HIS COME BACK.
Jack Ripley: James, how do you put up with this guy? He’s annoying as hell.
Rich Russillo: Right back at’ya buddy!
James Peters: Enough! .. Focus on the match, please?! … Jackson is circling Oskar like a hawk. Oskar’s down to one knee, and Jackson begins to tee off on him with several closed right hand punches. The referee finally steps in and warns Jackson to stop. But that gives Jackson the idea to hit the ropes and come back with a drive by knee strike that puts Oskar on the mat for the first time! Jackson grabs Oskar up, though, instead of taking advantage while he was down –
Rich Russillo: FRACTURE DDT!!! HE’S DONE IT! JACKSON JUST HIT OSKAR WITH THE GREATEST DDT ANYONE HAS EVER SEEN!
Jack Ripley: Uhhhh. Guys. Oskar’s getting up.
(Oskar almost immediately begins to rise up from the mat, even after taking the Fractured DDT. Jackson looks as if he’s seen a ghost.)
James Peters: Holy. Shit. Jackson can’t believe it. He rushes to Oskar.. POP-UP.. EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM OSKAR!! JACKSON’S DOWN, JACKSON’S DOWN! OSKAR REACHES OUT TO GRAB JACKSON..
Rich Russillo: Jazmin’s on the apron!! Oskar turns his attention to the first lady! YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER YOU GERMAN FREAK! SHE DOESN’T WANT TO DO YOUR DUNGEON PORN!
James Peters: :whoa:
Jack Ripley: Oh, come on! Referee, that’s right, go over there and tell her to get off of the apron. Do your job.
(The referee steps between Oskar and Jazmin, telling Jazmin to get off of the apron or risk being ejected. She complies.. Only after Jackson sneaks up behind Oskar and nails him with a low blow!)
James Peters: JACKSON JUST HIT OSKAR WITH A LOW BLOW!
Jack Ripley: And that’s your ‘president’? Fucking cheap, Rich.
James Peters: Well, Jackson’s back up and has Oskar up as well, and that is when he hits the big German with the 901 KNEE! Oskar has no choice but to crumble to the mat after eating the knee strike. But instead of going for the pin, Jackson is now looking directly at you, Jack.
(Jackson has moved to the ropes closest to where the commentary table sat. He full of arrogance right now, knowing that the end of the match is within his grasp. He points back at Oskar, never removing his eyes off of Jack.)
Jackson Blayde (off-mic): If I can do this to someone like that, imagine what I’m going to do to you!
(Well, Jack has seen and heard enough. He stands up, removing his headset and moving around to the front of the table. Before Jackson can react, however..)
James Peters: OSKAR WITH A QUICK ROLL UP ON JACKSON!…
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Bella Braxton: Here is your winner, Oskar Wagner!!
James Peters: Oskar has defeated the National Elite champion! Oh my god! Jackson tried to resort to trickery to get one over on him, but showboating cost him at the end of the night.
Rich Russillo: I’m not impressed at all, James. Oskar didn’t deserve that win, it was cheap.
James Peters: Oskar showcased his power and strength a number of times in this match and came close to putting Jackson away a few times.
(Inside of the ring, Jackson is beside himself. Furious with the result. Oskar has his arm raised in victory and then exits the ring close to where Jack Ripley stands now. Jack is all smiles as he watches Jackson have a breakdown in the ring. Oskar begins to walk by him, but then..)
James Peters: OSKAR JUST NEARLY DECAPITATED JACK RIPLEY WITH A BIG BOOT!!!! JACK IS DOWN AND OUT!
Rich Russillo: GOOD! Serves him right for all of the slander he’s said about Jackson. And he’s going to get more of the same at Grand Rampage, I can promise you that.
(Oskar has no second thought about what just happened. He calmly marches his way up the ramp, not looking back. Jackson, though, has stopped his mental breakdown and just watched how Oskar knocked Jack out cold with one shot. He looks… impressed? Nodding his head.)
(Voltage fades to commercial break.)
(Commercial break for Dasani water featuring the Big Banderson Bhampion, El Landerson. Quench your thirst with the finest purified water enhanced with minerals for a fresh, pure taste.)
(Voltage returns from break and Noah Reigner is already in the ring, leaning against the ropes. He’s talking some shit to fans in the front row, while his music plays itself out. He has his World Heavyweight Championship strapped around his waist, and a microphone in his hands. When “DON’T STOP” by InnerPartySystem fades, Noah cracks a smile at the fans he was jawing back and forth with, and pushes himself off the ropes. He strolls to the center of the ring and twirls the microphone between his fingers.)
Noah Reigner: Last week, Lethal Consequences did the only thing people seem to be able to do to gain an advantage over me. He blindsided me, attacked me, and made sure I ended up through a table. It’s no different than what Xander Payne did before Tempest, and what SOSA Henderson did when he stole the Cash in the Vault briefcase from me. Everyone who steps inside the ring with me knows that once we’re in a fair fight, no one emerges from that with a victory over me. I should have expected LC to do something stupid. The guy is on his last legs in this company and is reaching out for anything he can possibly grab that might let him believe he has a chance at beating me next weekend at Grand Rampage. Since returning to EAW, LC has been a disappointment. Regardless of what anyone else thinks, he just doesn’t have what it takes anymore. He’s had so many opportunities to win a championship his season and he’s crashed and burned during every single one. I’ve said it before, and I will say it again. What people have done in the past doesn’t mean a lot to me. I don’t care what he accomplished a million years ago that made him a two-time Hall of Famer and main eventer. The only LC I see is the one who failed in leading the Enterprise, the one who failed to win the World Heavyweight Championship at Road to Redemption, and the one who failed to win the Openweight Championship at King of Elite. I know LC is probably annoyed about those failures as well, and I damn sure know he’s not going to take any responsibility for them. But I’ll go ahead and take the credit for killing the Enterprise. I will go head and give that spoiled oldhead bitch Impact credit for destroying LC’s World Championship dreams at Road to Redemption. And I’ll give a shout out to TLA and POP for crushing LC at King of Elite. All three of those big time matches proved that LC no longer has what it takes to rise to the occasion, and that EAW has a whole has passed him by.
(Noah pauses for a moment to let his words sink in because he knows that somewhere in the back Lethal Consequences is listening to every word he’s speaking.)
Noah Reigner: Lethal Consequences isn’t special. I don’t care about anything he’s ever done because to me, it’s not a big deal. I have proven that I can defeat LC, and he knows it. That’s why he was such a coward last week. That’s why he showed up at the end of my interview with Sofia and tried to take me out. Well here’s the thing about me that I’m shocked LC hasn’t learned. The more you come at me, the harder I fire back. I don’t let anything go unpunished, and I will make sure LC regrets attacking me. That’s why I’m standing in the ring right now. I might not be dressed to compete, but I am looking for a fight. So LC, why don’t you get your ass out here right now and get inside this ring. You so badly wanted to put your hands on Noah Reigner last week, so I’m actually giving you the chance to come out here and do that right now. Lets see if you have the balls to step up to my face and attack me when my eyes are wide open and I’m asking you for it. Or are you just going to be a little fucking pussy bitch?!
(Noah lowers the mic and spreads his arms, shouting at LC to come out to the ring. After a moment, “Blackout” by Company Flow hits the public address system. Lethal Consequences steps out from behind the guerilla curtain, and he has an amused smile on his face. He’s carrying a microphone and wastes no time raising it to his mouth to speak.)
Lethal Consequences: Fuck you, Noah.
(The crowd can’t help themselves. They do pop for that. Both of these men get mixed reactions from the crowd, but just hearing someone so blatantly say ‘fuck you, Noah’ is kind of hilarious. Noah practically rolls his eyes to the back of his head.)
Lethal Consequences: You might be looking for a fight tonight, but I’m looking ahead to next week and to the actual match you and I are going to have. There’s not going to be any altercation between the two of us this week because I think I proved my point last week. You’re arrogant, and you’re a chump, and you absolutely deserved to be dropped through a table last week. Someone needs to bring you back down to Earth, and while that person was me last week and will definitely be me again come Grand Rampage, you get a free pass tonight. You can downplay what I’ve done in this sport all you want, but the fact remains is that I am a Hall of Famer. As much as you want to act like that means nothing to you, it means everything to me and all these people. I’m a huge draw for this company and for Voltage in general, which is why they wouldn’t let me walk earlier this season. They know that a match against someone like me, on a stage as big as Grand Rampage is special and I’m not going to let that get screwed up by getting into the ring with you tonight.
Noah Reigner: Because you know you can’t fucking hack it when the odds are even and I’m staring at you in your eyes. When I’m breathing down your neck, you got nowhere to go. You can’t fucking hide and wait for the perfect time to strike.
Lethal Consequences: Well, Noah, you’re wrong. No real shock there. That has nothing to do with it because trust me you anorexic looking bitch, I’m not scared of you. What I’m thinking of is the pay day. Getting in there with you and beating your ass once again will take away some of the suspense from next weekend’s match. I don’t want anyone to see me hand your ass to you again and think that they shouldn’t watch the World Heavyweight Championship match because LC is a sure thing. I want all eyes on our match and I want the ratings to shoot through the roof. The more views we get, the bigger paycheck I receive. I’m a businessman, Noah, and when you’re smart like I am, you know when to pick your spots. Humiliating you tonight does me no good, when I can just turn around and do the same thing next week and on a much bigger stage. Destroying you in front of millions of people AND taking your championship next weekend is going to put Lethal Consequences front and center for every major event heading into Pain for Pride. That’s more money in my pocket AND that is exactly what I’ve been waiting for this entire season. You see No-
Rich Russillo: EVELYN RIDLEY JUST RAN FROM THE BACK AND CLOBBERED LETHAL CONSEQUENCES FROM BEHIND!
James Peters: NOAH REIGNER’S BODY GUARD WITH A LOW BLOW THAT SENDS THE HALL OF FAMER TO HIS KNEES! NOW THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IS GETTING OUT OF THE RING AND RUNNING UP THE RAMP!
Rich Russillo: HOLY KILLSHOT! NOAH WITH THE KILLSHOT! LETHAL CONSEQUENCES WAS JUST KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS RIGHT UP THERE ON THE STAGE WITH A KILLSHOT!
James Peters: Noah Reigner unstraps the title from his waist and he stands over the fallen body of Lethal Consequences!
Noah Reigner (Off Mic): Here’s the thing, LC. I don’t give a fuck about your payday. The only thing that means anything to me is whipping your ass in Australia and leaving with the World Heavyweight Championship. This is my championship and guess what, bitch? HOUSE. ALWAYS. WINS.
(Noah kicks LC in the ribcage as he moves away from him. The champion holds his title in the air as “DON’T STOP” by InnerPartySystem begins playing again. Evelyn gives LC a few stiff kicks of her own before she and Noah both disappear to the back, and Voltage fades to its final commercial break of the night.)
(Commercial break for Nature Made Vitamin C Adult Gummies. They’re shaped like little oranges and taste like candy. Please don’t eat more than two gummies per day.)
(Voltage returns and for the final time tonight, Bella Braxton is in the ring.)
Bella Braxton: The following main event is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: One fall!
(‘Ready For War’ by Adelitas Way blasts through the speaker as the crowd erupts in deafening boos for the EAW Interwire Champion, Drake King. With the championship around his waist, King walks onto the stage with a smirk on his face. )
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST! From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds… HE IS THE EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPION…. DRAAAKKEEEE KINNNNGGG!!!!!!
James Peters: We are seconds away from the main event of the last Voltage before Grand Rampage and this match is surefire to be hard-hitting and explosive. Daryl Kinkade and Drake King have set social media on fire. Social media has been witness to exchanges of verbality and we get to see it end in this main event.
(As Drake King hands his EAW Interwire Championship to the referee, ‘Snakeskin’ by Example blares throughout the arena to an enormous reaction. Daryl Kinkade jerks the curtain, making his appearance known in the main event of Voltage.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT! From Norwich, England, weighing in at 200 pounds….. DAAAARRRYLLLL KIIIIINKKKKADDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Rich Russillo: We are a few months away from Pain For Pride 12 and that road will officially jumpstart when we decide the winners of the female and male Grand Rampage matches. Kinkade and King have an opportunity to walk into Grand Rampage with the most momentum possible.
( DING! DING! DING! )
James Peters: The bell tolls and it has begun. Daryl Kinkade versus Drake King, a combination of styles that will certainly not disappoint. Kinkade and King now beginning to circle the ring, eying each other down before initiating a collar-and-elbow tie-up. King immediately and aggressively, pushes Kinkade to the corner, not letting go as the referee yells at him to release.
Rich Russillo: A cheap shot from King and the referee not playing any games, shoving King away. Kinkade realizing what disrespect King just showed to him, as he begins to walk around the ring. BOTH MEN IN ANOTHER COLLAR-AND-ELBOW TIE UP!! BUT KINKADE IMMEDIATELY LETS GO, AND TAKES KING DOWN TO THE GROUND, KICKING HIS LEFT LEG OFF THE GROUND!
James Peters: The Interwire King is livid, both men exchanging actions of disrespect, mind games that are definitely working in this match. King gets up to his feet, running into Kinkade, missing the clothesline attempt as Daryl appears from the side! KING LIFTS HIM UP!! HIP TOSS!! WOW!!! KINKADE SMOOTHLY FLIPS ONTO HIS FEET, USING KING’S MOMENTUM TO FLIP OVER!!
Rich Russillo: King is shocked that he just did that! Daryl soaking in the crowd’s energy as King charges back into him! Daryl ducks his arm, jumping onto the ropes, springboarding and spinning into King! SPINNING ARM DRAG, SENDING KING SCRAMBLING OUT OF THE RING!!
James Peters: King looking to take a moment to breathe, but Daryl Kinkade refuses to let him recuperate, on the run again! DARYL SOARS BETWEEN THE ROPES!! SUICIDE DIVE!!!! NO!!!! DARYL ROLLS OFF THE APRON, LANDING ONTO HIS FEET AS DRAKE KING JUST ROLLED INTO THE BASEMENT OF THE APRON!!!
RIch Russillo: I have no idea how Daryl Kinkade was able to land perfectly even though Drake King, the target, wasn’t in sight. Drake King slid under the apron sheets, possibly a smart strategy, but Daryl smiles as he sees a foot, grabbing it! AND PULLING OUT A DUMMY!!! What in the hell is this?
James Peters: SUICIDE DIVE!!! DRAKE KING SOARS ONTO DARYL KINKADE!! DRAKE KING JUST OUTSMARTED DARYL KINKADE!!!! He is not letting Kinkade recover as he slides back into the squared circle, running back and forth! SOARING!!!! AND A SECOND SUICIDE DIVE ONTO KINKADE!!
Rich Russillo: Two suicide dives in a row and King slides Kinkade back into the ring, Kinkade makes his way up to his feet as King stalks him! KING JUMPS UP!!! AND DRILLS HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A CUTTER!! COVER!!
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James Peters: KINKADE GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!! King now continuing the pace he started from the ruse earlier ago, pulling him up to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. Kinkade bounces off the ropes, rebounding into King! KING WITH A KNEE STRIKE INTO THE MIDSECTION OF KINKADE!! A kitchen sink knee strike, sending Kinkade flipping right onto his back and that has got to hurt.
Rich Russillo: Ever since Xander Payne defeated Drake King, we have seen an extremely aggressive side from Drake King and the truth is, that aggressiveness is the reason he holds the EAW Interwire Championship. King now positioning the front of his knee on the spine of the seated Kinkade, grabbing his two shoulders and pulling them back.
James Peters: Daryl Kinkade in agonizing pain as King begins to put more pressure onto his back, stretching his arms where it is not supposed to be. Kinkade now fighting out of it, taking in the pain as he gets up to his feet! AND HE THRUSTS THE MIDSECTION OF KING WITH HIS SHOULDER!!! Kinkade runs into the ropes, going back into King! KITCHEN SINK!! NO!!! KINKADE JUMPS OVER HIS KNEE, GRABBING HIS LEGS AS HE ROLLS HIM UP!!
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Rich Russillo: The count barely reaches two as both men get up to their feet immediately! SUPERKICK!!! NO!!!! KINKADE MISSES THE SUPERKICK, TURNING HIS DIRECTION BACK INTO KING!!! KING WITH A FOREARM!!!!! HE SPINS AROUND!! SPINNING BACK FIST!! NO!!! KINKADE DUCKS THE BACK FIST,
James Peters: KINKADE JUMPS UP!!! JUMPING GAMENGIRI KICK!!!! King is staggered, wobbling in the center of the ring as Kinkade rebounds off the rope!! SUPERKICK TO KINKADE!!! IT CONNECTS TO HIS JAW AS HE STUMBLES INTO THE ROPES, RUNNING BACK INTO KING!! CLOTHESLINE!!! HE TURNS KING INSIDE OUT!!! HE COLLAPSES FOR THE COVER!!
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TWO….
Rich Russillo: KICK OUT!!! Kinkade gets him up to his feet, Irish whipping him into the ropes, running with him!!! RUNNING UPPERCUT!!!! Kinkade points his fingers towards the ropes, running into them and handspringing! HE SPRINGS BACK INTO KING!! GERMAN SUPLEX!!! KING CAUGHT AND DROPPED HIM WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!! KINKADE ROLLS OUT OF THE RING AS KING RUNS THE ROPES!!
James Peters: SUICIDE DIVE!!!! NO!!! JUMPING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM KINKADE!!!! King is stunned, kneeling beside the ropes as Kinkade hops onto the apron, jumping over the top ropes!!! SLINGSHOT DDT!! IT CONNECTS!!
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James Peters: KICK OUT!!!! Kinkade unable to put Drake King away! Kinkade now climbing up the turnbuckles, looking for an aerial assault onto King! KING HOPS ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!! WHAT IN THE WORLD?!?!! HE LIFTS KINKADE UP!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! AVALANCHE FALCON ARROW OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! THIS IS IT!!
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Rich Russillo: KINKADE GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!!!! Drake King with a falcon arrow off the top rope that was heard around the world. Daryl Kinkade waited too long on the top rope and that was when Drake King took advantage, showcasing his athletic abilities, effortlessly hopping onto the top rope and connecting with that falcon arrow. However, Kinkade was able to get his shoulder up off the ground.
James Peters: Drake King now stands on his feet with a smirk planted on his face, overlooking the kneeling Kinkade! HE CHARGES INTO HIM!! CURB STOMP!!!! NO!!!! KINKADE DUCKS IT!!! AFTTTERRR MIDNIGHT!!!! SHINING WIZARD CONNECTS TO THE BACK OF KING’S HEAD!!! COVER!!
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THRE-
Rich Russillo: KING KICKS OUT!!! Daryl Kinkade a bit upset as frustration begins to sink into his mindset. He walks over to Drake King, who is recuperating on the apron, going through the ropes as he grabs Drake. DRAKE KICKS HIS MIDSECTION!!!! OH NO!!! PEDIGREE!!! NO!!! DARYL SPINS HIM AROUND!!! ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE EAR OF DRAKE!!!
James Peters: A devastating roundhouse kick from Daryl as he jumps onto the back of King’s head!!!! OH MY GOD!!! REVERSE RANA ONTO THE APRON, SPIKING KING’S HEAD ONTO THE APRON!!! King stumbles into the barricade as Daryl steps back into the ring, inserting himself into the squared circle, but it doesn’t last long as he runs the ropes!
Rich Russillo: DARYL SOARS BETWEEN THE TOP AND MIDDLE ROPE!!!! GRABS KING’S HEAD AND DRILLS HIM WITH A TORNADO DDT!!!!! DARYL SLIDES HIM INTO THE RING!!!! Daryl isn’t going for the cover, staying onto the apron as King is on his feet, turning around! DARYL SHOOTS FORWARD!!! SLINGSHOT SPEAR!!! NO!! CURB STOMP!! CURB STOMP IN MID AIR!!!
James Peters: Kinkade was looking for the slingshot spear, but King jumped up, stomping his head into the ground! King now picks him up, suplex position!! FALCON ARROW!!! STUNNER!!!!! KINKADE COUNTERS WITH A STUNNER!! COVER!!!!
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THREE!!!
James Peters: DRAKE POPS HIS SHOULDER OFF THE CANVAS!! KINKADE CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!! Kinkade cannot believe the fact that Drake King got his shoulder up after that surprising stunner counter from the falcon arrow attempt! Kinkade makes his way to his feet, standing beside the kneeling Drake! HE JUMPS ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPE!! SPRINGING BACKWARDS!! SPRINGBOARD CUTTER!!
James Peters: IT CONNECTS!! NO!!! KING HOLDS ONTO HIM, BRINGING HIM UP TO HIS FEET IN AN INVERTED DDT POSITION!!! HEIRRR TO THE THRONE!!!!! THE ROLLING CUTTER CONNECTS!!! COVER!!!
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THREE!!!!
Rich Russillo: KINKADE ESCAPES OUT OF THE COVER!!!! King now shoots up to the referee, on his feet as he yells words at the referee, completely furious on how Kinkade is still in this match. Kinkade is still unconscious, laid out in the center of the ring as King climbs the turnbuckles. WIth his back faced towards Kinkade! HE JUMPS!!! PHOENIX SPLASH!!
James Peters: NO!!! KINKADE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY, BUT KING ROLLS ONTO HIS FEET, TURNING AROUND!!! KINKADE TAKES HIM DOWN!! LIONTAMER!! KINKADE LOOKING FOR THE WORKING OUT THE KINDS SUBMISSION, BUT KING ROLLS HIM OVER ONTO THE GROUND!!!
Rich Russillo: Both King and Kinkade get up to their feet at the same time, KING KICKS HIS CHEST AND GRABS HIM!! HE HOOKS HIM UP!! MILLER LIGHT!! NO!!! KINKADE GRABS HIS LEGS AND DROPS HIM DOWN!!! AND ROTATES HIM!!!! LIONTAMER!! IT IS CINCHED IN!!
James Peters: Drake King is in trouble, screaming in agony as Kinkade has the Liontamer submission locked onto him in the center of the ring. Drake King has nowhere to go, he isn’t even in arm’s length to the ropes, making it completely impossible to get a rope break in this situation.
Rich Russillo: Every second that goes by, the more damaged Drake King will be into Grand Rampage. Sooner or later, King is going to have to succumb to the Working Out The Kinks. King now beginning to twist out of the hold AND SENDS UPWARD KICKS TO THE JAW OF KINKADE!!! The kicks force Kinkade to release the hold!
James Peters: Drake King now crawling over to the corner as Daryl Kinkade is in the opposite corner, waiting for King to get up to his feet! King has no idea! HE TURNS AROUND!!!! KINKADE CHARGES!! SUPERKICK!!!! KING GRABS HIS FOOT, MOVING IT OUT OF THE WAY, INTO THE REFEREE’S HANDS AS THE REFEREE GRABS KINKADE’S FOOT!! SICK KICKKKKK!!!!! THE GUILLOTINE CONNECTS TO DARYL KINKADE!! COVER!!!
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THREE……..
Rich Russillo: DARYL KICKS OUT!! KING HAS NO TIME TO WASTE AS HE GETS BACK TO HIS FEET, RELENTLESSLY LIFTING KINKADE UP TO HIS FEET AND RUNNING INTO THE ROPES!! KINKADE FOLLOWS HIM, RUNNING PAST DARYL AS HE JUMPS ONTO THE ROPES!! SPRINGBOARDS BACK!! SPRINGBOARD CUTTER!!
James Peters: BUT DRAKE HOLDS ONTO HIM, LIFTING HIM UP OFF THE GROUND AND ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!!!! NO NO NO NO NO!!! GO TO SLEEP!!!!! KINKADE STAYS ON HIS FEET, REELING INTO THE ROPES AND WALKING BACK INTO DRAKE!!! GUILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOTTINNNNNNEE!!! DRAKE COVERS HIM!!
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TWO…
THREEE!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: KINKADE KICKS OUT!!!! KINKADE JUST GOT HIS SHOULDER UP AFTER TWO SICK KICKS IN A ROW, HOW IN THE WORLD DOES HE STILL HAVE THE ENERGY TO CONTINUE!?!?
James Peters: Sooner or later, one of these men are going to give up, they need all the strength and energy they can have to utilize at Grand Rampage. Daryl Kinkade is out cold as Drake King lies on the canvas, looking up at the arena lights as he is clueless on what to do next.
Rich Russillo: He gets back up, grabbing Daryl as he lifts him up! HE’S GOING FOR ANOTHER GTS!!!! BUT DARYL SWITCHES POSITION WITH HIS LEGS AROUND THE HEAD OF KING!!! REVERSE RANA ONTO THE CANVAS!! THIS COULD BE THE OPENING!! THIS COULD BE THE MOMENT FOR DARYL KINKADE!!! DARYL JUMPS ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPE!!
James Peters: DDDDDDDKKKKKOOOOOOO!!!! THE SPRINGBOARD CUTTER CONNECTS AS KING’S HEAD WENT SPIKING INTO THE CANVAS ONCE AGAIN!!! Daryl isn’t going for the cover, he’s calling for Drake to get up! He grabs him, crossing his two legs together!
( The Revolution and Jax Walker sneak in from behind and attacks Daryl Kinkade! The crowd starts jeering!)
( DING! DING! DING! )
James Peters: JAKE SMITH, JOSHUA NICHOLLS AND JAX WALKER ARE HERE AND THEY ARE ASSAULTING THE DEFENSELESS DARYL KINKADE LIKE A PACK OF WOLVES!!! Daryl Kinkade was closing in on defeating the Interwire Champion, but The Revolution and Jax Walker said different, interfering and making this match conclude in a disqualification.
Rich Russillo: ITS MYLES AND XANDER PAYNE!!!! THE ENTIRE UNIT OF THE ROUNDTABLE IMMEDIATELY RETREAT OUT OF THE RING, WALKING INTO THE AUDIENCE AS MYLES AND XANDER PAYNE STAND IN THE RING!
James Peters: Myles and Xander Payne just saved Daryl Kinkade from The Roundtable. Their plan clearly backfired as Golden Payne and Daryl Kinkade stands in the center of the ring! Thank you all for joining us on Voltage and tuning into this main event of epic proportions, we will see you at Grand Rampage, the second biggest show of the year!
(EAW logo buzzes.)
