Fight Grid
[OPENING SCENE – Devan Dubian is seen carrying his luggage with his headphones on, making his way into the arena. As he approaches the door, it is suddenly bombarded and guarded by several security guards to the surprise of Dub who takes his headphones off to address them]
Dub: What the hell is going on?
Guard #1: Sorry sir, but we have received orders that you are banned from the premises tonight.
Dub: What the hell for? Who ordered this and why?
Guard #1: Andy Dominguez. You have been described as a “menace to society” and it’s been agreed that it is in the best interest of the company in order to uphold a positive environment in the backstage area to keep you away for tonight as you may compromise that.
Dub: And what is this based on?
Guard #2: The board of directors fears that your loss at last nights event may carry over as you may still have some animosity about that and you’re given the night off to cool off. We were told that this is a “collective board decision”.
Dub: That’s bullshit and you know it. Where’s Andy? Matt? Anybody? I need some answers that you robocops can’t give me. I work here just like anybody else and I demand to be let in that damn building.
Guard #2: Look Dub, I’m really sorry but we’re going to have to ask you to leave. We’re only doing our jobs.
Dub: Well you’re doing a shit job. What bullshit..
(Dub angrily walks the other direction away from the arena)
(A recap of last week’s Voltage plays highlighting Charlie Marr defeating Jacob Moore to insert himself into the National Elite Championship picture, The Enterprise introducing it’s newest member in the returning Jackson Blayde, Lars Grier costing Noah Reigner his match against Devan Dubian, and ending with Prince of Phenomenal & Chris Elite standing tall in victory)
(Voltage intro video plays featuring the song “Machine Gun” by Chase & Status, and we open up to the Prudential Center in Newark, NJ with MASSIVE gold and white pyro firing off from the stage, the titantron, the turnbuckles, and an incredible spectacle of lights prompting the capacity crowd to give every ounce of energy behind their applause.)
(Voltage comes on air as see a shot of the ring. Inside it stands Commissioner Daniels who is dressed for the occasion and holds a microphone in his left hand. Surrounding him are two leather desk chairs and a table with a contract and two more mics laying atop it.)
Kawajai: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sunday Night Voltage! As you can see we are about to kick the show off with a big bang with the contract signing between number one contender Rex McAllister and World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Elite! And Daniels is out here to make sure it runs smoothly!
(“Still Unbroken” by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins to play through the PA system of the Prudential Center as the audience cheers loudly. Rex McAllister makes his way out onto the stage dressed in casual wear consisting of jeans and one of his own merchandise t-shirts. Rex flashes a smile to the crowd before continuing to walk down the ramp and towards the ring.)
Nick Angel: Honestly, I can’t see this heading south unless one of these men really provokes the other. We all know Rex is honorable and respectful when he can be, as for Chris Elite..
Kawajai: Please, Nick, I doubt Chris Elite would wanna waste any energy here tonight on pointlessly attacking Rex. He’s the champ, he knows better.
(A split screen comes up showing the events of last week’s tag team main event before it closes and we return to a singular view. Rex enters the ring and shakes hands with Daniels before taking a seat on the right side of the table. He briefly peeks at the contract and nods. “Still Unbroken” is then suddenly drowned out, replaced by “Odee” by A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. The crowd gives a huge reaction before we even see Chris Elite’s face. As the beat drops, Chris makes his presence known also sporting one of his own t-shirts with black joggers and matching Nikes on his feet, but more importantly the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He unhooks the belt as he stands at the top of the ramp and holds it up for all to see, then he continues his entrance with the title on his right shoulder.)
Kawajai: THE MAN OF THE HOUR! Chris Elite has been a great champion in my humble opinion. He’s fought everybody who’s stepped up and put them down.
Nick Angel: Yes, Kawa, but Rex is a whole different monster. He might be the one to end Chris’ reign and pick up where he left off on Showdown before the draft.
(Chris hops onto the apron and smiles cockily at both men already inside. He enters the ring and makes his way over to a turnbuckle to show off his gold some more. He comes down after a good thirty seconds and shakes hands with Daniels as well. Rex stands and attempts to shake Chris’ hand as well but is ultimately ignored as the crowd “ooh’s” audibly. Chris laughs and Rex takes his hand back as Chris props his title up on the table between the both of them. Chris now takes a seat and Commissioner Daniels raises the mic to his mouth.)
Daniels: First off, I’d like to thank the both of you for coming out here for this very important contract signing. On August 19th, we hold our first supershow of the season in Crossfire and what a lineup of matches we have set up for you already! But topping all of that other greatness is of course our World Championship main event. These two men that sit in front of me, Rex McAllister and Chris Elite, will go to battle for that pretty piece of gold sitting right there in what is sure to be a match of the year candidate. Now, gentlemen, before we get to the signing of the contracts, please look it over carefully and make sure you ACTUALLY agree to the components. Who’s first?
(Both men go to reach for the contract but Rex swipes it first. Rex gives a playful smirk to Chris as he begins to flip through the contract and Chris rolls his eyes. After a good moment, Rex then grabs his own mic.)
Rex McAllister: Looks good to me, boss.
(Daniels nods approvingly.)
Daniels: Now, Chris?
(Rex goes to hand Chris the contract to read but Chris grabs it only to set it back on the table.)
Chris Elite: You know, I ain’t even gonna read through the shit before I sign it. I know how this goes by now and I know how it’ll end, too – with me retaining.
Rex McAllister: Is that so?
Chris Elite: Yeah. You thought that stunt last week was real cute, huh? I just wish you had that energy for Cag- you know what nevermind. Keep that same energy at Crossfire because you getting all the smoke. Savor that little Rex Effect you did, replay that clip, because that’s the first and last time you take me out like that and ima make sure of it. You might’ve earned your shot to get at me but you damn sure ain’t earn my respect. You got some nerve thinkin’ I was gonna come out here and shake ya hand and smile in ya face, too.
Rex McAllister: It’s all apart of the job. Don’t take it so hard. Yes, I earned this number one contendership and that’s all you should be concerned with, Chris. Well, besides the fact your time with that championship is very limited now.
Chris Elite: Only one who was limited with a title was you my guy. We saw who walked out of Pain for Pride with their titles still in their possession and you weren’t one of ‘em.
Rex McAllister: And that’s my motivation for this. Since I let myself and many others down there, I have to make up for it and what better way to do it than beating you and continuing my reign as the best EAW has to offer? Nobody has worked as hard as me, win or lose. I’d like to see you step into a ring with Diamond Cage for that long and see how you come out of it, by the way.
Chris Elite: He can come get this smoke too just like you will. As I’ve already proven, I’m a fighting champion, even with the odds stacked against me. Ain’t nothin’ stopping me from making history and representing this company like it should be. We got enough cacs holding belts anyway.
(Rex laughs.)
Rex McAllister: Say, Chris, do you remember our short-lived tag team for the tournament? You came to me looking for a partner and I stepped up. Remember who needed who because I sure didn’t need that extra weight on my back, I’m just a nice guy. And it was so short-lived..because of you, might I add.
Chris Elite: I remember it like it was yesterday, Elite Tandem. Emphasis on ELITE, because EYE was the draw of that group not you. Not only was I the draw of the group but I was the leader of it, this was right in the midst of my ascension to the top of the ladder here in EAW while I was going at it with Mr. DEDEDE and just being the overall hottest thing smoking in the company. What was you doin again? Playing pitty pat with that dude, I forgot his name.. John Hoe? John Snow? Beats me… either way, I carried you.
Rex McAllister: You carried me alright, straight to elimination. Here’s the thing Chris. We both went on to win world championships, I just happened to win mine in a fatal four way match fair and square with no bullshit, no contract that grants me the ability to do whatever the hell I want, I just relied on what I always have, my fight and my will.
Chris Elite: That’s real cute but there’s a reason I’m still champion right now and you ain’t. Did it crush your soul watching Midsummer Massacre last night seeing Diamond Cage successfully defend that championship with the odds stacked against him like the real fighting champion you depicted yourself to be? That instagram hurtin ya heart? Meek voice.
Rex McAllister: I have nothing but respect for what Cage was able to do at Pain for Pride and beyond, but there’s a reason why people like him and Darkane are considered the real world champions of EAW, while you’re considered a notch below them. I mean just look at this amazing talented Voltage roster we have, guys like Daryl Kinkade, Charlie Marr, Noah Reigner on the up and up and will probably become faces of this company one day. Then we have the several experienced vets spearheaded by myself, and then we have somebody like…. you, to represent us. That’s the thing though, you don’t represent us. You represent flash but no cash. You carry that title around like it’s nothing more than another piece of gold to add to your bling collection, I’d carry it around like a badge of honor.
Chris Elite: Well you can keep fantasizing about what you’d do with that championship if you had it, because that’s all you can do since you ain’t winning it. You can namedrop and dickeat all of the people you want, at the end of the day, I am their superior, I’m your superior, I’m not only the face of Voltage, I’m the face of EAW. I’m the face your kids see when they play the video games. Your just another generic dude who offers the same thing 100 dudes offer, and that’s a whole lot of fluff. I’m unique, I stand out from the bunch, I got the sauce and that’s why EAW fucks with me. That’s why the fans rock with me.
(Chris Elite lifts his championship belt up)
Chris Elite: And that’s why I’m the EAW World Heavyweight Champion.
Daniels: Gentlemen, gentlemen! Let’s save the trash talk for later. Right now, the focus is that contract. Let’s make this official, shall we?
Chris Elite: Yeah, you right. Ima fuck this bozo up, save the date.
Rex McAllister: Uh huh, save it because that’ll be the beginning of my second reign as a world champion in EAW.
Chris Elite: Sure, Jan.
(Chris picks up a pen and quickly signs the contract before nonchalantly passing it across the table to Rex. He grabs it and flips to the page to sign as well. Rex finishes signing his name and then hands the contract to Daniels who looks it over.)
Daniels: Perfect. It’s on, Chris Elite versus Rex McAllister for the World Heavyweight Championship at Crossfire!
(The crowd pops once again, obviously very excited for even the prospect of the match as “Odee” picks back up. Both Rex and Chris stand up from their respective chairs as Daniels claps with the audience. Chris raises his World title high in the air and Rex eyes it with a smirk, mouthing “that’s mine”.)
Nick Angel: CROSSFIRE WILL BE THE SUPERHOW OF ALL SUPERSHOWS, KAWA! Two of EAW’s best will be going head to head. Can’t get much better than that.
Kawajai: But don’t forget to tune in to the road to Crossfire over these next couple weeks, EAW fans! It’s heating up fairly quickly – no pun intended!
(Chris and Rex continue their stare down as the camera fades to black.)
(Commercial Break)
(Voltage comes back on air as Bella Braxton is seen standing in the middle of the ring)
( DING! DING! DING! )
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: One fall!
( ‘We Are’ by Hollywood Undead blares throughout the arena via the speakers as Jason Ryan walks onto the stage, scanning the crowd. )
Bella Braxton: Introducing first! From Billings, Montana weighing in at 245 pounds…… JAAAAAAAAASOONNNNNNNNNN RYYYYYANNNNNN!!!!
Kawajai: This man could be a strong challenge for who he is encountering in the squared circle tonight, he proclaims himself as the son of Satan, we might have to get Jesus in here to ensure that his opponent lives!
( As Ryan steps through the ropes into the ring, ‘We Are’ dies down, being replaced with ‘Mayhem’ by Halestorm, prompting for Carpenter Munrowe to jerk the curtain and walk onto the stage. )
Bella Braxton: His opponent! From Louisville, Kentucky weighing in at 200 pounds….. CAAAARPENTERRRRRRRRR……MUUUUUUUNNNNNROOOOOOOOOWWWWWEEE!!!
Nick Angel: Jason is definitely the bigger man in this match, which could be a disadvantage for Munrowe, which his fourty-five pounds less than Carpenter.
Kawajai: I am sure that Munrowe has all the agility and necessities to prevail at the end of this match. However, in the past, he has had a track record of breaking the rules as he is more used to the format of deathmatch stipulations, will that be a factor tonight?
( As Munrowe walks over to his corner, the referee signals for the bell )
(DING! DING DING!)
Kawajai: This match is now underway as Munrowe is moving around the ring, quick on his feet while Ryan is stationed at his corner, playing mind games with Carpenter as he is not moving. His eyes are merely locked onto Munrowe, he is not budging as Carpenter charges at him! Munrowe dodges it, coming from behind and grabbing the waist and TAKING HIM DOWN!!!!! Ryan with a waist takedown as he tightens the grip around Munrowe’s waist, applying pressure on the waist area!
Nick Angel: The crowd seems to be in the favour of Munrowe as they are clapping in stereo, giving Munrowe momentum while he begins to power out of the waist lock, sneaking in some shoulder thrusts. Munrowe gets out but RYAN RIGHT AWAY WITH A BIG BOOT!!! Munrowe ducks it, runs the ropes, and charges at Ryan with a jumping clothesline, taking the sadistic man down!!
Kawajai: Munrowe is feeling it as Ryan is using the ropes to get up, charging at the corner! Ryan leans down, lifting Carpenter up and sending him over the top rope, making him splatter into the concrete flooring at ringside! Carpenter feeling the effects of the crash landing as RYAN RUNS THE ROPES AND SOARS IN BETWEEN THE ROPES!!! NO!!! CARPENTER RUNS INTO THE RING, MEETING HIM HALF WAY, GRABBING HIS WAIST AND DRILLING HIM INTO THE GROUND WITH A BRIDGING TEARDROP SUPLEX!!!
ONE…
TWO…..
Nick Angel: Ryan kicks out! However, Carpenter refuses to let go of the waist hold as he lifts him up with a DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX!!! NO!! Ryan sending shoulder strikes to the neck of Carpenter, slowing down the process!!! Ryan pummels his way out of the hold, jumping downright, kicking up at the same time, STAGGERING CARPENTER WITH A PELE KICK!!
Kawajai: Carpenter struggling to stand up right with his spaghetti legs as Ryan grabs his throat, lifts him up and THROWS HIM ONTO THE APRON WITH A CHOKESLAM!!! MY GAWD!!!!!
Nick Angel: Carpenter goes bouncing off the apron, experiencing the impact as he groans in pain! RYAN RUNS THE ROPES FOR THE SECOND TIME, GOES IN BETWEEN THE ROPES AND SOARS ONTO CARPENTER!!! Ryan with a suicide dive, making Carpenter going back first into the barricade!!! Ryan is not wasting any time as he immediately grabs Carpenter, shoving him into the ring!
Kawajai: Instead of going for the quick cover, he insists to climb up the turnbuckles while Carpenter is layed out on the ring canvas!!!!! RYAN FLIES OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE, AND CONNECTS WITH THE 450 SPLASH, BUT CARPENTER GOT HIS KNEES UP!!! CARPENTER WITH THE ROLL UP!!!
ONE….
TWO….
THR-
Nick Angel: NO!!!! Carpenter hits the mat with disappointment as he and many other people thought that was going to be the end! Ryan is dead center in the ring, clutching his chest in pain after landing right into Carpenter’s knees! This is not looking pleasant for the fate of Ryan as Carpenter is perched on top, waiting for him to get up! CARPENTER SOARS!!! HE JUMPS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE, KNOCKING THE BACK OF RYAN’S HEAD WITH HIS KNEE!!!!! THE FITH CONNECTS!! HE HOOKS HIM UP!
ONE…
TWO…
THRE-
Kawajai: HE KICKS OUT!!!! Carpenter now realizes that he needs to inflict more damage in order to win, quickly moving on his feet picking Ryan up! Carpenter has him applied in a pumphandle hold, LIFTING HIM UP FOR THE PUMPHANDLE BRAINBUSTER!! NO!!!! RYAN JUMPS OVER HIM!!!
Nick Angel: Carpenter turns around, running into him as RYAN LIFTS HIM UP AND SUPERKICKS THE JAW OF CARPENTER!!!! POP-UP SUPERKICK CONNECTS AS RYAN IS NOT DONE, RUNNING OVER TO MUNROWE TO GRAB HIM!!!!
Kawajai: HE HOOKS HIM FOR POSITION, LIFTS HIM UP FOR THE BUTTERFLY LUNGBLOWER!!! NOW!!! MUNROWE JUMPS OUT OF IT, GRABBING HIM FROM BEHIND!!! ANGLE SLAM!!! NO!!!!! CARPENTER GRABS HIS ARM, ARM DRAGGING HIM TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING!
Nick Angel: MUNROWE TURNS AROUND AND IS MET WITH A SUPERKICK!!!!! Carpenter places his head between his legs, hooking him, lifting him up and DRILLING HIS SKULL INTO THE MAT WITH THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER!! THE LAST RITES CONNECTS!! COVER!!
ONE…..
TWO….
THREE!!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
( ‘We Are’ by Hollywood Undead blasts through the speakers alongside the serenation of boo’s from the crowd )
Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…………… JAAAAASOONNNNNN RYYYYYAAAAAAN!!!!!
Nick Angel: What effort put on by Carpenter Munrowe tonight but Ryan kept finding ways to get out of his finishing moves, avoiding it and that is what is so good about Jason Ryan.
Kawajai: This match definitely caught the eye of the EAW Universe and maybe even the locker room. Ryan with a win that was captured in a captivating style, congrats to Jason!
(The camera cuts backstage to a hallway backstage outside a locker room with the name “Scott Diamond” on the door. The door slowly opens as Albert Hitchman makes his way out. He stands outside in the hallway on his phone, trying to manage promotional deals for his client.)
Hitchman: We’re currently in the works of organising a huge match. Scott’s just coming off an incredible main event and Answers World Championship reign – you would be stupid to pass on the opportunity to side with my client. He may cost a hefty price, but through his marketability of Scott Diamond and promotion that were going to be able to organise – that price is only going to be a blip on the radar of what you could possibly gain.
(Hitchman goes quiet as he nods his head; before long, a smirk crosses the face of Hitchman.)
Hitchman: I knew you were a reasonable man! I’ll spend the rest of the night organising the files that you’re going to need to read over and Scott’s details so you can fasttrack through Scott’s payment. I’ll keep in touch – and most of all – it was a pleasure doing business with you.
(Hitchman hangs up the phone, adjusts his tie and looks to head back into Scott’s locker room, only to be stopped.)
???: Albert, do you mind if I’m able to get a word?
(Albert stops in his tracks as he looks back over his shoulder to see a beautiful unknown woman walking up to him. Albert shakes his head and put his hand up before speaking.)
Albert: My apologies ma’am, but Scott Diamond isn’t current available for interviews now, or for the foreseeable future.
???: Don’t worry, Albert, I’m not here for an interview; instead, I’m here because I wanted to talk to you.
(Albert looks back at Scott’s locker room before turning his attention to the woman.)
Albert: Make it quick.
???: How does someone like yourself manage to help create such an empire for someone like Scott Diamond. I understand that the man holds merit in this sport, but natural ability can only get you so far. There needs someone to be the brains behind the braun, and I don’t believe I need to question whether you are or aren’t that.
Albert: That’s it? I’m sorry, love, but you’re not going to be anything from me. If I had a dollar for every pretty, young whore that tried to get into this brain of mine – I would have more millions than I’ve already got.
???: It’s more – I was recognising your ability as a businessman. Scott can get the work done, but you’re the man that makes sure that there’s work to do.
Albert: There’s none better than I am.
(The woman laughs as she circles completely around Albert, running her index finger across his chest and back.)
???: I’m yet to make that assumption, but you might able to convince me.
Albert: I’m a married man.
???: I have no intention of anything like that – instead I’m here to present a business opportunity for Scott.
Albert: I’m listening.
???: He needs something to pick himself back up from that loss against Darkane at Pain for Pride and I have the perfect man for him to stand against.
Albert: His name?
???: You’ll find that out soon enough, Albert.
Albert: Scott has no interest in anything he doesn’t completely know about.
???: But, he will.
Albert: This is obviously a waste of time, run off whore, go bother someone else.
(Albert turns his back on the woman and begins to enter Scott’s locker room.)
???: I’ll see you next time, Albert – let Scott know that I can be VERY convincing.
(The mysterious woman walks off as Albert looks back before shaking his head and the camera cuts elsewhere.)
(Highlights of James Ranger coming up short against Alex Bowden last week play)
(“Champion” by Barns Courtney blasts throughout the arena as Ryan Davis makes his way from behind the curtain and down the ramp.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bella Braxton: First, making his way to the ring..hailing from The City of Angels and weighing in at two hundred and forty two pounds..HE IS “THE FIVE STAR SAVIOR”, RYANNN DAAAAAVISSSS!
Kawajai: Here comes the so-called savior, Ryan Davis. We haven’t seen him in a couple weeks.
Nick Angel: Yeah, not since his loss in that fatal four way during the season premiere. I know he wants to bounce back here tonight against James Ranger!
(Davis enters the ring and poses in the center before going to a corner, awaiting the arrival of his opponent. As Ryan crouches down in the corner, “6:24” by Danger hits and James Ranger appears atop the stage taunting before squatting momentarily and surveying the audience. He then starts the trek down the entrance ramp.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent..from London, England, weighing in at two hundred and forty three pounds..THE “BLACK MAMBA” JAMESSSS RAAANNGERRRR!
Kawajai: Let’s not forget James is also coming off of a tough loss as well after last week! Both men in this bout are looking to redeem themselves.
Nick Angel: My money is on James Ranger. He’s been in EAW for a while now and knows how to come back from any previous failure while Davis is just trying to get back into the swing of things here in the busines- OH WHAT THE HELL! JAMES RANGER HAS JUST BEEN KNOCKED DAMN NEAR OUT OF CAMERA FRAME!
Kawajai: IT’S JACOB MOORE! HE’S ATTACKED JAMES FROM BEHIND AND HALFWAY DOWN THE RAMP! JACOB IS PUMMELING AWAY AT JAMES NOW! WHAT IS THIS GUY’S DEAL? SOMEBODY STOP THIS!
Nick Angel: JACOB MOORE AND JAMES RANGER ARE NOW AT THE BOTTOM OF THE RAMP, JAMES IS TRYING TO FIGHT BACK BUT IT’S NO USE! MOORE SENDS A SWIFT ELBOW INTO THE SIDE OF RANGER’S JAW, I THINK HE JUST KNOCKED HIM OUT! JAMES STARTS TO FALL BUT HE’S CAUGHT..AND SENT INTO THE BARRICADE! C’MON REF, GET CONTROL OF THIS!
(Moore, dressed in a suit definitely not appropriate for the current situation, picks Ranger back up once again as officials begin to swarm him to stop further damage. Moore hits a kneeling Ranger with a bicycle knee to the chin before he begins shoving away referees and other ringside assistance forcefully, not listening to a word they have to say.)
Kawajai: IS THIS ABOUT HIS LOSS TO CHARLIE MARR? WHAT’S HIS PROBLEM? JAMES RANGER DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO THIS MAN!
Nick Angel: I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE CAUSE OF THIS IS BUT JACOB DID SAY THAT HE WAS GONNA BRING MORE VIOLENCE TO VOLTAGE! HE’S NOT EVEN TALKING, JUST SWINGING LEFT AND RIGHT! AND NOW RYAN DAVIS LOOKS TO INTERFERE! HE SLIDES OUT OF THE RING AS OFFICIALS MOVE OUT OF THE WAY AND CHARGES AT MOORE BUT IS QUICKLY PUT TO A HALT BY A VICIOUS UPPERCUT! MOORE KICKS DAVIS IN THE GUT AND NOW RAINING FISTS ONTO THE BACK OF RYAN’S HEAD AS ONCE AGAIN WE HAVE SECURITY AND REFEREES OUT HERE TRYING TO DEFUSE THE SITUATION!
Kawajai: WE’VE GOT A LIFELESS JAMES RANGER ON THE GROUND AND ABSOLUTELY NO ORDER WHATSOEVER! WHAT’S MOORE DOING NOW? HE HAS RYAN DAVIS BY THE HAIR AND IS LAUGHING IN HIS FACE AS HE CONTINUOUSLY PUNCHES HIM IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! WHAT A MANIAC! CAN’T SOMEONE STOP THIS GUY?!
Nick Angel: I THINK THEY KNOW THERE’S NO USE IN ATTEMPTING TO DO SO AT THIS POINT! JACOB IS LIFTING A DAZED AND CONFUSED RYAN DAVIS ONTO HIS SHOULDERS..LEVERAGE OF SPACE! THAT MODIFIED DEATH VALLEY BOMB LOOKS LIKE IT JUST KILLED RYAN DAVIS! IS HE DONE NOW?
(Jacob starts to walk away from the chaos and quickly slides into the ring, demanding a microphone.)
Jacob Moore: GIVE ME A DAMN MIC OR I’LL TAKE YOUR HEAD OFF YOUR FUCKING SHOULDERS, YOUR CHOICE!
(Bella Braxton nervously hands over her announcing microphone and hurriedly exits the ring as Jacob starts to talk.)
Jacob Moore: OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! THAT IS SO SAD, THESE TWO MEN JUST WANTED TO COME OUT HERE AND PUT ON A SHOW FOR ALL YOU FANS! NOT! THEY’RE BOTH LOSERS. WHY WASN’T I BOOKED FOR A DAMN MATCH, HUH? YOU GOT TWO JOBBERS OUT HERE WHILE THE REAL STAR OF THE SHOW SITS IN THE BACK? NAH, THAT ISN’T HOW THIS WORKS! LAST WEEK? LAST WEEK WAS JUST A SPEED BUMB AND I’M ROLLING RIGHT OVER THAT SHIT! I SAID I WOULDN’T BE WAITING FOR ANYTHING TO COME TO ME AND I THINK I’VE MADE THAT VERY CLEAR HERE TONIGHT. THIS IS MY TIME AND MY SHOW!
(Jacob takes off his suit jacket and slams it to the ground as he paces around the ring in circles and continues talking.)
Jacob Moore: CHARLIE CAN GO AHEAD AND LOSE ANOTHER TITLE MATCH, I DON’T GIVE A DAMN, I AM THIS SHOW, I AM TAKING IT OVER! AND NO, I’M NOT THROWING A TANTRUM BECAUSE I LOST SINCE THAT’S THE CONCLUSION YOU DENSE MOTHERFUCKERS WILL JUMP TO, I CAN TAKE A LOSS AS WELL AS THE NEXT GUY BUT OBVIOUSLY ME LAYING LOW ISN’T SERVING ME WELL! WHO CARES ABOUT A JAMES RANGER? I BEAT THAT GUY MONTHS AGO! AND YET HE HAS ONE OF MY SPOTS ON THIS SHOW! FUCK ALL THAT, THIS ISN’T SHOWDOWN WHERE I WILL SIT AND TAKE THE SHIT THROWN AT ME AND GET FIRED AFTER LOSING ONCE, NAH, THIS IS VOLTAGE AND THIS IS JUST ONE OF MANY MORE TIMES TO COME THAT YOU WILL SEE ME DOMINATING THESE OTHER BROKE AND TALENTLESS EMBARRASSMENTS YOU DARE CALL MEN ON THIS ROSTER!
(He walks to the left side of the camera view where we can see some officials he knocked out still on the ground, half conscious and confused. We also see Ranger and Davis now receiving medical assistance.)
Jacob Moore: YOU SEE THAT? WEAK! AND YOU SUITS IN THE BACK SEE DOLLAR SIGNS IN THESE GUYS? GIVE ME A BREAK! WHO’S GONNA STOP ME, HUH? YOU CAN’T DEFEND YOURSELVES OBVIOUSLY, THAT WAS LIKE ME VS THE WORLD ON A MUCH SMALLER SCALE AND NONE OF YOU PLEBS COULD TOUCH ME! YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME THEN TRY ME. I SHOULD HAVE A MATCH AT CROSSFIRE AND I’M DEMANDING THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW. ANYBODY WHO THINKS THEY’RE BOLD ENOUGH TO COME AND STOP ME FROM DOING WHAT I WANT, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SHOW YOUR FACE, I’LL FIGHT ANYONE BECAUSE I’M THE COMPETITOR ALL OF THESE OTHER DUDES SHOULD BE LOOKING UP TO! UNTIL THAT HAPPENS, THOUGH, I WILL CONTINUE THIS, I WILL CONTINUE MAKING STATEMENTS AND PROVING MY IMPORTANCE TO THIS SHOW. YOU SEE WHAT I DO TO SOME MEASLY WASHED UP RANDOMS WITHOUT BREAKING A SWEAT, IMAGINE WHAT IT’LL LOOK LIKE FOR YOU.
(Jacob throws down the mic causing a bit of feedback and loosens his tie as “Today” by Smashing Pumpkins begins to play. Security then enter the ring to try to calm him down but he jumps at them, causing them to flinch. He leaves on his own and starts walking up the ramp with an almost psychotic looking grin on his face.)
Kawajai: What a disgusting way to “make a statement”! He didn’t have to do all that!
Nick Angel: Well, Kawa, sometimes you DO have to take matters into your own hands. I’m not sure what set off Moore behind the scenes to come out here and do this but he’s made his intentions from now on very clear.
(A recap of the back and forth between Lars Grier & Noah Reigner plays. It starts with Lars approaching Noah at the draft show trying to offer advice before being turned down, then Lars cutting a “history lesson” promo on Noah, Lars attacking Evelyn Ridley, Lars getting hit with Noah’s barbwire briefcase, and Lars costing Noah his undefeated streak last week.)
(Noah Reigner, Cameron Church, and Evelyn Ridley are seen at an undisclosed location in Newark, New Jersey as the camera follows around a Noah who paces back and forth before he realizes that the camera is on.)
Noah: Oh hey guys didn’t notice you there, but while you’re here you might as well stay for a while and get comfortable because things are about to get real….. for Lars Grier that is.
Noah: Ever since I won the Cash in the Vault briefcase I realized there has been a target on my back. People praying on my downfall and failure so that they can chalk me up as another disappointment who peaked too early. People reaching out to me with disingenuous advice to cover their insecurities and projections. I’ve seen it all, and as a result a winning streak that I busted my ass to obtain has gone down in the flames for the sake of Lars “getting one up on me” or making things personal. You want my attention that bad Lars? Well now you have my full undivided attention and I can promise you that it won’t go the way you’re expecting. You see I understand that the name Noah Reigner is a very lucrative and profitable name and the powers that be understand this which is why they’ve full on given me the rocket in promotional settings and christened me as the future of this business. Maybe you feel that I took your place in that regard because people once looked at you as the future of this business and you dropped the ball so now you think you can offer me some cautionary tale advice that you clearly didn’t follow your damn self? Maybe you think that attaching your name next to mine will breathe a second life into your stagnant, irreparable, disappointment of a career. Whatever you think the case may be…. you’re wrong. You’re going to learn the hard way that House Reigner isn’t a fucking playpen, and you’re going to learn that we don’t respond to sucker punches with another punch…. we respond with gunshots and I’m about to let the whole round off on you.
(The camera zooms out to reveal more of Noah’s surroundings, as it shows Cameron Church and Evelyn Ridley dragging a body tied up to a chair with the face covered and placing behind Noah.)
Noah: Oh don’t mind that. I’m sure you’re all wondering what the hell is going on right? It’s just ironic, since we’re in Newark, New Jersey which serves as the home to EAW’s headquarters and performance center it’s amazing who you could just randomly run into in passing. Current and former EAW talent alike, maybe it was the Midsummer Massacre return hype that brought people out? I don’t know. I guess you could say….. it was a coincidence ;). Now I’m not revealing this yet because I’d like Lars to come out to that ring right this second. It just wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t get to see a live reaction from the man himself who’s caused all of this.
(Camera zooms out of the scene and then shows it as it appears on the titantron inside of the arena as the fans look on in anticipation. After several moments of waiting, a smug Lars comes out with a microphone in hand.)
Lars: So you dragged me all the way out here because you wanted my attention that bad huh Noah? Well I can’t wait to see what desperate move you’ve pulled this time. Nothing you do can take away that little streak of yours that’s come to an end.
Noah: You’re right about that, but I think I found a nice little outlet to vent my frustrations out on.
Lars: Is that right?
Noah: Oh it’s 100% right. Lars since you’ve spent the last several weeks trying to give me advice I have some advice of my own for you; choose your battles wisely. Oh and also; keep your family close.
(Evelyn Ridley takes the cover off of the persons head revealing their face as it turns out to be former EAW elitist and Lars’ biological brother, Maximus Grier, his whole face is bloodied and his mouth is covered with tape. Lars from the ring looks on enraged as he fastly paces around knowing there’s nothing he can do.)
Noah: What’s wrong Lars? I guess now you know why Maximus over here missed your little lunch date and hasn’t been answering his texts or calls. You sealed your fate the moment you laid a hand on Evelyn Ridley. You put a nail in your coffin the moment you came out there in the middle of my match with Devan Dubian. Now, the people you love are going to suffer for the bullshit you’ve caused.
(Noah grabs a chair and folds it as he cocks it back and mid swing he stops as Lars yells)
Lars: WAIT! Wait…. Noah, alright… you proved your fucking point. You got one up on me, you don’t have to continue attacking somebody who doesn’t have anything to do with this.
Noah: The irony. You should have thought about that before you tried to take the fight to my clique.
(Noah swings again and this time clocks Maximus hard upside his head as Lars looks on in distraught)
Noah: You don’t look so well Lars, was that a bad swing? Sorry I’ll try again.
Lars: OKAY STOP! What the hell do you want me to do? At what point do you have enough and your point is proven?
Noah: Get on your knees and apologize.
Lars: What? Get the fuck outta here.
Noah: Well Max I guess big bro doesn’t care about your well being.
(Noah swings another hard chairshot to the face of Maximus who starts bleeding out even more)
Noah: Man, this dude is leaking like a faucet. Nothing those Maximus Inc. paychecks can’t fix am I right?
Lars: You’re not funny Noah, I promise you this will b-
Noah: Oh this is far from a joke. You want the pain and suffering from your beloved sibling to stop? I suggest you get on your knees and apologize for all the unnecessary bullshit you’ve caused since the draft show.
(Lars hesitates for a moment before slowly bending, continuing to go back and forth hesitating on making the move.)
Kawajai: Wow, is Lars really about to do this?
(After going back and forth on the decision, Lars completely stands straight and puts the mic back to his face.)
Lars: Fuck that. I’ll just find you wherever the hell you are and kick your ass.
(Lars drops the mic and immediately rushes backstage as Noah looks on at the camera smirking, in the background Cameron Church and Evelyn Ridley are seen stomping on the laid out Maximus whos still attached to the fallen chair)
(Lars starts approaching random backstage personnel and talent)
Lars: Where the hell is Noah Reigner?
Random Employee #1: I-I don’t know!
(Lars knocks him out and approaches somebody else)
Lars: Have you seen Noah Reigner?
Random Employee #2: I’m sorry sir I haven-
(Lars knocks him out and approaches Lionel Storm & Chase Connors)
Lars: Yo where’s Noah?
Lionel: Beats me.
Chase: What do we look like, his personal-
(Lars kicks their asses and makes his way down the hall screaming for Noah)
Lars: NOAH WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? COME OUT AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN YOU COWARD. YOU THOUGHT YOUR UNDEFEATED STREAK ENDING WAS SOMETHING? I’M GOING TO END YOUR FUCKING LIFE.
(Lars is storming around all of backstage kicking nearby objects and causing a mess as the camera transitions back to ringside)
Kawajai: Ladies and gentlemen the scene we just witnessed between Noah Reigner and Lars Grier is not something any of us expected to happen. Tensions had risen between the two men for weeks now and it looks like things have just taken an ugly turn. If this is going to become a thing where week after week the other man tries to top what the did a week prior then I fear for next week and hope this issue gets solved rather quickly.
Nick Angel: Well me personally I can’t wait to see it escalate even further for fuckery purposes!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
(“War Zone” by World Wide Me starts playing as Alex Bowden comes out on the arena getting cheers from the fans as he makes his way to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Dunkirk, France, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is “The Black Hawk”, Aleexxx Bowdeeeeeeen!
Angel: Here it is ladies and gentlemen, VIP vs Alex Bowden about to happen now live on Voltage. An interesting match between two completely different types of guys.
(“War Zone” dies down as ‘God’s Plan’ by Drake starts playing as the crowd gives a mixed reaction to VIP who makes his way to the ring with a smirk on his face. )
Bella Braxton: And his opponent, from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 280 pounds, the ‘6ix God’, V I PPPPP!
Kawajai: Vincent I. Pride, one of the hottest guys of the moment on Voltage is going to square off with Xander Payne at Voltage’s exlusive supershow: Crossfire. Can he get the title off Payne? We don’t know it yet, but first he has to prove a point against Alex Bowden here tonight.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Angel: The match is on as both men circle eachother on the ring, as Bowden goes for the kick to VIP’s knee and he hits it, but VIP doesn’t seem hurt by that. Alex goes for another one but gets caught by VIP who brings Alex closer but kick to the side of the head of VIP but VIP still holding on as he stays oh his feet and grabs Bowden from the throat… chokeslam. VIP locks the sleeper hold in the middle of the ring on Alex, but Alex with his agility manages to turn it in his favour as he locks the armbar in. VIP tries to break the hold but Alex holds him tight, Alex looking for the early submission but VIP isn’t thinking about that as he manages to escape. Alex charges towards the ropes looking for the crossbody but VIP with the shoulder block and look at Bowden twisting. VIP now holds Alex up and connects with a fallaway slam, sending Bowden to the opposite corner of the ring. VIP now goint for the lariat on Bowden to the corner, but Bowden gets out of the way and VIP blasts on the turnbuckle. Bowden grabs VIP by the waist as he connects with a bridging german suplex.
Ref: ONE! TWO!
Kawajai: Kickout by VIP. Both men get up as Alex connects with a couple of headbutts dazing VIP who falls on his knees. Alex has VIP in position as he connects with the penalty kick. Did you hear the impact? Ouch. Bowden lets VIP get on his feet as he plants him face first with that hangman’s facebuster. VIP rolling out of the ring though making a smart move as he recovers, but Bowden chases him down. Bowden full steam ahead on VIP BUT VIP WITH A DISCUS PUNCH ON BOWDEN TURNING HIM INSIDE OUT ON THE OUTSIDE. VIP WASTING NO TIME AS HE GETS BOWDEN IN THE RING AND FOLLOWS WITH A SPINEBUSTER. HE GOES FOR THE COVER, BUT BOWDEN KICKS OUT RIGHT AWAY. VIP NOW APPLIES THE SLEEPER HOLD ON BOWDEN AS BOWDEN DESPERATELY TRYING TO BREAK THE SUBMISSION, BUT VIP IS HOLDING TIGHT NOT LETTING BOWDEN ESCAPE. VIP RELEASES THE HOLD AS HE CONNECTS WITH A BELLY-TO-BACK SUPLEX ON BOWDEN. Vincent runs towards Bowden but Bowden with low dropkick taking VIP down on his knees as he charges to the ropes and CONNECTS WITH A FLYING FOREARM SMASH ON VIP, BUT VIP IS STILL ON HIS FEET AS BOWDEN FOLLOWS WITH A HANGSPRING BACK ELBOW ON VIP AND THAT DOES THE JOB AS VIP IS DOWN. BOWDEN NOW WAITING FOR VIP TO GET ON HIS FEET AND HE CONNECTS WITH THE FLASHBANGER! THE COVER!
Ref: ONE!! TWO!!! THRE-
Angel: Kickout by VIP yet again. This man won’t give up. Bowden looks pissed off as he punches the hell out of VIP who is sent to the corner AND BOWDEN WITH THE 12 GAUGE BOOT! NO!!! VIP GETS OUT OF THE WAY AS BOWDEN HURT HIS KNEE BADLY.
Kawajai: Bowden is in imminent danger as he clutches his knee! VIP at the corner, stalking the endangered Alex! Alex is on his feet and IS MET WITH A 12 GAUGE BOOT OF HIS OWN! WHAT AN INSULT OF INJURY BY VIP. He puts him in position, lifting him up and send him crashing into the ground with the Crucifix Powerbomb! NO! ALEX BOWDEN SLIPS OUT BEHIND VIP! HE ROLLS HIM UP! BUT VIP KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! Both men on their fleet once more……AND ALEX CHARGES! WOAH! VIP USES HIS MOMENTUM AGAINST HIM AS HE LIFTS HIM UP IN A CRUCIFIX POSITON! AND HE BACK TO MAT CONNECTS AFTER HE SECOND ATTEMPT! It connects as he hooks his leg for the cover.
Referee: ONE……. TWO…….. THREE…….
(DING! DING! DING!)
(“God’s Plan” by Drake plays from the arena speakers as VIP stands tall over Alex Bowden on the mat.)
Bella Braxton: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER……..VEEEEEE!!!!! IIIIII!!!!!! PEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Angel: Another solid victory from VIP tonight as he defeats a strong competitor in Alex Bowden. The two of them went hard, Bowden sometimes even gaining the upper hand but in the end it was VIP who managed to get the victory.
Kawajai: If he can keep this up, I’m sure that he will be able get another shot at the National Elite title, or maybe even the World Heavyweight Championship!
(Kawajai is cut off as Xander Payne rushes in from the crowd, attacking VIP from behind.)
Angel: WHAT THE HELL?! IT’S XANDER PAYNE! THE NEW BREED CHAMPION IS ATTACKING VIP, OH MY GOD! HE’S STOMPING HUM OVER AND OVER AGAIN! RAPID-FIRE STOMPS ALL OVER VIP AND NOW SHIFTING AS HE BARRAGES HIS HEAD WITH REPEATED FISTS TO HIS SKULL! PAYNE IS BEATING THE HELL OUT OF VIP RIGHT NOW, AND YOU HAVE TO WONDER HOW THIS WILL PLAY OUT IN THE END! VIP is trying to fight back but Xander is too quick right now!
Kawajai: Xander runs off from the ropes and comes back, LEAPING ONTO VIP WITH A SENTON DROPPING RIGHT ONTO HIS CHEST! Xander picks himself up immediately as the crowd boos him vociferously for this assault. Backhanded, unpredictable and violent! He lifts VIP off of the ground, grabbing his wrist……AND HE LIFTS HIM UP! POP UP POWERBOMB SENDING VIP CRASHING ONTO THE MAT! AND HE IS OUT LIKE A LIGHT! What in the hell is the meaning of this? Xander is spitting in the face of VIP, talking trash as he is unmoving on the mat! This feud is heartening up and soon, we might see an end that won’t turn out pretty for either of these men!
Angel: The New Breed Champion tonight attacking VIP after his match to send a statement: That this is his yard, and he doesn’t like other dogs trying to take it from him!
(Commercial break)
(Voltage comes back on air as “If I Had A Heart” by Fever Ray hits to a huge mixed reaction as the Prince of Phenomenal comes through the curtain with his National Elite Championship wrapped around his waist, he has his cap on backwards and his ring gear as he marches along.)
Kawajai: Our National Elite Champion really shined last week in an impressive performance, he left a message to his opponents in an interview with Sofia Clarke but now tonight he hopes to address them with a direct message.
Nick Angel: POP is currently on the best run of his career since 2012 and I just don’t see that slowing down any time soon, the man is simply on another level right now. The odds may be stacked against him but he’s found a way to get himself out of tough situations and I don’t see Crossfire being any different.
POP: So last week we beared witness to a lot of new developments in the National Elite Championship picture. We now have ANOTHER contender for the championship as well as a champion who left a lasting impression on the other contender in tag team action. We saw myself pin the man who is supposed to be looked at as competition to me, Daryl Kinkade, for the three count. One… two… three! Just like that! As I CARRIED the team consisting of myself and our wOrLd HeAvY wEiGhT cHaMp. As far as I’m concerned, that solidified the fact that sans-Woogieman, I am the TOP champion on Voltage! This National Elite Championship is basically world championship tier anyways because I’m holding it. There’s a very huge difference between this championship when the likes of a Prince of Phenomenal holds it and sayyyyy… a Nobi holds it. Or if by some snow balls chance in hell the numbers game gets the best of me and Charlie Marr or Daryl Kinkade end up holding it. You see when I hold this title I attract the likes of all time greats such as The Heart Break Boy coming to gun for me. When everybody else holds this title nobody of note really cares or sees the value in it.
(POP pats his title before he begins speaking again)
POP: These past what… 10 months? They’ve pretty much established the fact that I am the greatest National Elite Champion of all time. I hold the record for the most reigns with this belt, I put on the most memorable performances with this belt, I attract the buzz around this belt, you think National Elite, you think “the championship that POP put on the map”. I will continue to make history and do what needs to be done in order to solidify my spot as an all time great. If I gotta school a couple of up and comers to prove my point then I have no problem doing so. I’ll be honest I didn’t give two shits about a damn Daryl Kinkaid or a Charlie Marr but as a fighting champion and someone who takes his craft serious I took a little time out to scout my opponents. Ya know, get a little background on them and see if they’re worthy enough to stand in the ring across from me. I mean clearly they aren’t, no one is but that’s besides the point. The point is….. I found out that I am in a very unique situation.
(POP pauses and rubs his chin)
POP: I’ll be defending my championship in not a triple threat match… but you can say this is essentially a handicap match. You could say this is the Prince of Phenomenal vs MarrKade and the odds are completely stacked against me regardless of the fact that individually I am their clear superior. It’s very very likely that these two men will plot with one another to take me out of the picture early and then do what they need to do in order to ensure that the one of them walk out with that championship… because that’s just obvious logic right? Well as a fighting champion I take on all comers and all obstacles and this will be no different I WILL walk out of Crossfire your National Elite Champion!
(POP raises the championship high in the air as the fans cheer)
POP: So while we’re on the subject of my two opponents in a few weeks. I’d like to give these two young men the biggest platform of their lives by inviting them out to share the ring with me for a little pep talk, so Daryl Kinkade, Charlie Marr… if you’re out there in the back listening, come on out!
(POP waits for a while until suddenly “What A Shame” by Too Close To Touch hits to cheers as Daryl Kinkade makes his way down the ramp and to the ring. He’s handed a mic before standing face to face with POP.)
POP: Wow you look a lot different when you aren’t eating the mat. Okay okay in all serious wassup Daryl? How’s it been for you?
Daryl: Cut the jokes and the small talk POP. You called me out well I’m here.
POP: Actually… I called you and your “partner” out. It seems as if only one of you decided to lis-
(In the middle of POP’s sentence, “This Charming Man” by The Smiths hits to cheers as Charlie Marr makes his way out to the ring, he enters the ring standing side by side with Daryl Kinkade as he also stands face to face with POP who looks on in amusement.)
POP: Ahhh…. I can just sense it, how about you guys Newark, New Jersey do you feel that?!?!
(The crowd pops at his cheap plug)
POP: This energy……. the tension is thicker than Nicki Minaj in the FEFE video. I KNOW for a fact Daryl, that you aren’t feeling that snake move Charlie pulled last week by putting himself into a position to enter our match at Crossfire. Keep it 100 with me. You were FUMING when you found out he did that and now you don’t trust him one bit. I mean you guys didn’t even come out to the ring with one another because Daryl probably can’t stand to look at Charlie’s face without wanting to rip it apart!
Charlie: Look POP I see what you’re trying to do but it’s the oldest trick in the book. It’s not going to wo-
POP: Let the man speak for himself. The floor is yours Daryl.
(Daryl hesitates to speak before putting the mic up to his face)
Daryl: Like Charlie said, I see what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work. Regardless of who I have to stand across, there is nothing that will get in the way of my destiny to capture that National Elite Championship.
POP: You hear that Charlie? Sounds like a threat to me. Either Daryl doesn’t think you’re worthy enough to sweat over entering the match, or he plans on doing whatever it takes to win this championship, even if it means severing ties with you.
Charlie: You can try to paint a false narrative any way you see fit in hopes of your failed attempts at mind games to actually work on us, but it’s not going to work. You see while we may not be old geriatric fossils like your Pain for Pride opponent. We also aren’t some wet behind the ears rookies who you can run game on and take advantage of. You’ll find out the hard way just like DEDEDE and Cam found out the hard way that Daryl and I are nothing to fuck with and those little sideshows won’t phase us one bit.
POP: “Us”. Who’s this “us” you’re referring to? You and Kinkade? Last time I checked this was a singles championship and only one of us can walk out of Crossfire with it. You didn’t go behind Daryl’s back and undercut the biggest win of his career because you wanted your win to be an “us” thing, you did that because you wanted it to be a YOU thing. You had CHARLIE’S best interest in mind. Now the odds are stacked against your so called best friend even more. You trust this man Daryl?
Daryl: Look, did I celebrate at the fact that another person was added to our match regardless of who it was? No, I didn’t. Am I happy that Charlie found another chance to prove himself? Sure. I think pretty much anybody would want to see themselves succeed but if a close friend also has a chance to do the same thing then they wouldn’t have a problem with it. Charlie didn’t undercut me, I still have my shot at the championship, this doesn’t make my chances of winning any less likely. It makes YOUR chances of winning less likely because you now have to deal with two men on the same page.
POP: I beg to differ. You could just look at Charlie and see he’s destined to be the bad guy. Look at that big greying beard and that bald head and that hairy chest of his, pause. You can just tell he’s waiting to throw you off of the stage one day and reach his true form. He’s always been the most outspoken and the most straight forward while you’ve been the reserved one. That’s gonna be your downfall and it’s going to be great to have a front row seat to witness it.
Charlie: You’re senile and delusional. Must be the side effects of that old age. Look POP, I don’t know who died and made you the all seeing eye of EAW who can read minds and tell people’s futures… but perhaps you could have used that power years back before you faded to obscurity for 3 years. Nothing you say or do will stop this numbers advantage you have against you come Crossfire. You’re right, Daryl and I will take you completely out of the equation and then the best man that night between the two of us will walk out the champ.
POP: Well judging from last week, Daryl’s gonna need all the “numbers advantages” he can get to stop me. We saw how Voltage ended, him being pinned on the mat for that three count while him and your daddy looked on. It’d be no different with you Charlie.
Charlie: Is that right? Because last time I checked I already kicked your ass on Showdown this past January and knocked you out of the National Elite Championship picture.
POP: And how’d that end for you? :mjlol: Who ended up champ in the long run? Besides my head was completely out of EAW, I was on my way to REVOLT and could give two fucks admittedly. I tried passing the torch to a youngin and you did nothing but lose your title shot at Reasonable Doubt to the very man I defeated to win the title from. What did you do after? You ran away like a coward, no you didn’t do like me and join what was a superior company that would help EAW in the long run, you just disappeared into… what did you call it?…. Obscurity.
Daryl: Alright enough is enough! POP you might have gotten that pin on me but you won’t do it twice and you surely won’t do it when the stakes are as high as they will be come Crossfire. Your failed attempt at separating us has only made us come closer in our conquest to shut your freaking mouth. Come Crossfire, you’re gonna eat your words.
POP: Me eat my words? Eat a dick. Look at you getting all riled up at the truth I speak. Look Kinkade, you made your bed and laid in it with a snake named Charlie Marr. It’s sad too. Because when you take away the sideshow and everything else and strip it down, you actually remind myself of me in a lot of ways. The high flying moves that dazzle the crowd. The ability to stick out from the bunch as an up and comer. The immense potential. You’re like a young me. You’re like POP if he wasn’t… Phenomenal!
Daryl: I don’t need your half arsed underhanded endorsement. The only thing I need from you is that championship, and I’m going to take it.
(POP walks in between both Charlie and Daryl and gets directly in Daryl’s face as his back is turned towards Charlie.)
POP: Prove it then you generic side bitch of a partner piece of shit.
Kawajai: Those words stung Daryl Kinkade who looks on at POP in rage AND HE’S HAD ENOUGH AS HE SENDS A HUGE RIGHT HOOK RIGHT AT POP!!!! BUT NO POP DUCKS AND GETS OUT OF THE WAY AND DARYL HITS CHARLIE INSTEAD!!! HE ACCIDENTALLY HITS HIS OWN TAG TEAM PARTNER WHO FALLS DOWN FROM THE IMPACT OF THE PUNCH AS HE HOLDS HIS FACE AND LOOKS UP AT A REMORSEFUL DARYL IN DISAPPOINTMENT! POP rolls out of the ring and laughs from the outside looking at the distraught Daryl who’s alternating between helping his partner up and pleading with him as well as staring a hole through POP, if only looks could kill!
Nick Angel: If POP’s attempts to drive a wedge between the two with his words didn’t do the trick then surely his swift move just did!
(“If I had a heart” picks back up as POP backs up down the ramp looking on at Charlie and Daryl whos kneeled down in the ring looking back at him in disgust, POP lifts up his championship taunting them mouthing “You’ll never have this!” off mic)
(Camera fades to the backstage area where Lars is still looking around for Noah Reigner and causing havoc)
Lars: NOAH, COME THE HELL OUT YOU FUCKING COWA-
(Suddenly he’s met with a thunderous sounding chairshot right to his back as he’s sent to his knees. Turns out to be Evelyn Ridley standing behind Lars with the chair. Noah appears in the frame as he comes running full speed ahead towards Lars and meets him with a huge big boot that knocks him down and out cold. Evelyn places the chair forcefully on the throat of the laid out struggling Lars as Noah kneels in front of him and says something.)
Noah: Never fuck with House Reigner.
(Camera transitions back to the ring as Bella Braxton is seen standing by.)
Bella Braxton: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!!
Bella: Braxton AND IS YOUR MAIN EVENT, FOR THE EVENING!!!!! Introducing first….
(‘Still Hungry’ by Adelitas Way hits to a huge, but VERY mixed ovation, as Jackson Blayde emerges from an EAW/Revolt curtain, for the first time in months. Blayde looks far more ready to fight than he did months prior, and heads into the ring).
Bella Braxton: From Memphis,Tennessee, weighing in at 229lbs….. JACKSON BLAYDE!!!!
Nick Angel: been awhile since we’ve seen Blayde back here in EAW-Revolt territory, but here he is. He might’ve left unceremoniously, but the man is back now, looking much more built, much more hungry, and so much more prepared for a fight. And here he is, the Main Event of Voltage, and his opponent is a very real challenge….
(‘’Still Unbroken’ Lynyrd Skynyrd plays to a huge crowd reaction as the former EAW Champion, Rex Mcallister emerges. His focus unbroken, his ethics untouched, and he locks eyes with blade as he enters the ring).
Kawajai: And here he is. The man, The myth. Rex Mcallister. Mcallister shocked the world when he took the EAW Championship, and defended it all the way to Pain for Pride. Though he’s on a different brand, he’s no smaller the threat to any man on the roster. If Blayde wants to make his debut return successful, he’s gonna have to fight with everything he’s got to beat Mcallister.
(Ding! Ding! Ding!).
Nick Angel: Much like many bouts in pro wrestling, both these men close the distance as we start off!! Both men locking up in a greco roman hand lock, both men locking fingers as they get into a stalemate!! Blayde trying here, but Rex JUST has the size advantage as he’s able to slowly overpower Blayde. But Blayde- OUCH, not to be intimidated as he sends a knee right into the abdomen of Rex!!! Blayde running for the rebound- FRONT KICK TO REX!!!! Rex staggering back as he’s hit with a Spinning backfist, and a ROUNDHOUSE FROM BLAYDE!!!
Kawajai: But wait, Rex ducks under the roundhouse and catches the leg on the outside- SHORT LARIAT FROM REX!!!! Rex locking in a wristlock on Blayde, forcing him back to his feet- Shoot kick by Rex into the stomach of Blayde!!! And another Shoot Kick, and Another!!! Blayde bringing up his knee to guard his stomach- But Rex sends a SPINNING SIDEKICK into the right side of Blayde, releasing the wristlock as he goes tumbling. Rex running to the ropes, he’s got the rebound- RUNNING KNEE TO BLAYDE!!!!! Sent staggering back to a knee as Rex rebounds again- RUNNING FOREARM SMASH TO BLAYDE!!!! Blayde staggering, Rex coming back around- BICYCLE KICK TO BLAYDE!!!! NO!!! BLAYDE DUCKS IT, AND HITS REX WITH A SPINNING ELBOW!!!!
Nick Angel: Rex was stopped midair as Blayde sends him to the canvas, Blayde flipping Rex over, he’s trying to go for a- He’s grapevining- GRAPEVINED REAR NAKED CHOKE!!!!! Rex trying to secure the lock around the neck, but Rex is fighting!!! Rex using the pressure points of the lower hand to control it- Rex frees his leg, FUJIWARA- A FUJIWARA ARMBAR TO BLAYDE!!!!! Blayde SCREAMING in agony as Rex has it locked in- but wait, what’s this, Blayde twisting his legs and body- Blayde standing up, even as Rex continues to wrench his left arm- KNEE STRIKE!!!! KNEE STRIKE TO THE SIDE OF REX’S HEAD!!!! Rex is BLINDSIDED as the kneecap of Blayde, cracks into the left side of his head!!!
Kawajai: Blayde rising to his feet, favoring his left arm, like any submission move, even if you escape it, it’s not gonna feel good for the next few days. Wait- Blayde is taking aim, he’s stomping as Rex rises to his feet- BLLLAAYYYYDDEEEEE RUNNNNEEERR!!!!!!!! REX COUNTERS!!!!! INTO A FIREMAN’S CARRY!!!!!! REX DODGED THE KICK AND SCOOPED BLAYDE ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!!!!!
Nick Angel: Blayde trying to fight out, but Rex is on a mission, and Blayde’s short blows won’t do anything- FIREMANS CARRY SLAM!!!!! INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!!! Blayde is sent spine first onto the turnbuckle, and drops, upside down, down the inside turnbuckle pads!!! Rex quickly returning to the middle of the ring, taking aim at the upside down Blayde- YAKUZA KICK!!!!! YAKUZA KICK RIGHT TO THE FACE OF BLAYDE!!!!! Blayde’s legs drop down as he clutches his face, staring face first into the canvas, but Rex gets a waistlock- RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!!!! Blayde is sent back into the ring center as Rex sends him there, right onto his neck and shoulders!!!! Rex now settling in the corner, REX RUNS!!!!! YAKUZA KICK!!!! BLAYDE COUNTERS WITH A DOUBLE LEG, A DOUBLE LEG!!!! Rex is planted smack on his back as- BLAYDE’S GOING FOR A KNEEBAR!!!! A KNEEBAR!!!!!
Kawajai: Rex trying to pull his leg back and kick off Blayde, but Blayde simply STOMPS on the face of Mcallister, and LOCKS IT IN!!!!! THE KNEEBAR!!!! A dangerous move, one that threatened the MMA career of Scott Diamond years ago, one that can easily SHATTER Rex’s kneecap if he isn’t careful!!!!! Rex gripping his face, the pain of Blayde’s wrenching too much, Is he gonna tap?? No Rex waves off the referee, not even caring about the Official, he flips himself over, and crawls to the ropes!!!! God look at this camera view, from the monitor, Rex SCRAPING the paint off the Canvas as he SLOWLY gains traction, Blayde still locking it in, trying to break Mcallister’s drive to the ropes!!!!! REX GETS IT!!!!! THE OFFICIAL CALLS FOR THE LOCK TO BREAK!!!!
Referee: ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!!! THREE!!!!!!! FOUR!!!!!
Nick Angel: Blayde rising to his feet, frustrated as the official scolds him.
Referee: (Off Mic) You’ve gotta break that lock when I tell yo-
Blayde: (Off Mic) There’s something called a FIVE COUNT!!! Now shut up and do your job!!!!
Nick Angel: Scolding the referees is never a sign of good tidings, or sportsmanship. Blayde locking in a waistlock from behind as Rex tries to rise up on his injured leg- GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!!!! Rex is hit by a release German, ala of the one he gave to blayde earlier. Blayde shaking his head, pleased as he heads back to Rex!! Mcallister’s leg is still BADLY shaking from that Kneebar. He tries to grapple with Blayde, but Blayde locks in a front facelock!! Blayde looking like he’s trying to lock in, possibly a standing Guillotine choke- MCALLISTER WITH A RUTHLESS UPPERCUT!!!!! AND THEN A RIGHT HAND, RIGHT TO THE TEMPLE OF BLAYDE!!!! The Facelock is broken- MCALLISTER LOCKING IN A BELLY TO BELLY LOCK!!!!! BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!!!! Rex’s Bad leg partly buckles, but it does the job, and Rex gets to half guard and starts RAINING punches down on Blayde!!!!
Kawajai: Blayde covering up as he tries to block the punches, but Rex continues to rain them down. An uncharacteristically brutal assault by Mcallister, but it’s effective, Blayde becoming more and more gassed, more and more rocked until- Rex able to slip and arm through his guard, and locks in a SLEEPER HOLD!!!!! A grounded Sleeper Hold on Blayde!!!!! Blayde starting to fade here, he NEEDS to keep calm, he’s gonna lose more breath then he’s gonna gain from trying to get out like this!!!! The referee checking on Blayde, Blayde’s eyes starting to glaze over as he- Wait, SOMEONE’S JUMPED THE BARRICADE!!!!
Nick Angel: IT’S ANDY DOMINGUEZ!!!!! I THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA BE REPRIMANDED FOR YESTERDAY- WHAT THE HELL?!?!!
(The Referee breaks off from the two competitors to go to the ring ropes by Andy Dominguez).
Referee: (Off Mic) You’re interfering with a match, You’re not screwing this match like Midsummer, Get the hell outta here!!!!
Nick Angel: Rex now confused as he drops the near catatonic Blayde as he rises to his feet to see what’s going on- but Blayde stirs- BLAYDE FROM BEHIND!!!!! A LOW BLOW!!!!! BLAYDE HURRYING TO THE CORNER, HE’S SETTING IT UP- BBBLLLLAAAYYYYDDDDEEEE RUNNNNNEEERRRR!!!!!!! THE KINKASHA KNEE STRIKE!!!! GOD DAMMIT!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?!!
Kawajai: KICK OUT REX, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!! THE OFFICIAL QUICKLY NOTICES AND DROPS AS BLAYDE COVERS!!!!!
Referee: OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!).
(‘Still Hungry’ by Adelitas Way plays as the referee raises Blayde’s hand, and Blayde rolls out and heads up the ramp).
Bella Braxton: And HERE IS YOUR WINNE- um, Who is-
Nick Angel: IS DUBAIN!!!! DEVAN DUBAIN IS HERE!!!!!! HE’S EMERGED FROM THE CROWD LIKE A PHANTOM!!!!!
(Dubain locks eyes with Andy, as the man suddenly looks paler than a ghost).
Kawajai: Andy fleeing into the ring, but Dubain already half in there, he leaps- BLEEDING EDGE!!!!! No!!!!! Andy just barely shoves Dub off and flees out of the ring!!!! Dub runs after him, but Andy’s already halfway running into the crowd, and up the stairs to the arena’s main halls!!!! Dubain standing there, seathing- wait, Dubain- Dubain in ANGER, grabs the steel steps, and tosses them down the crowd walkway towards Andy!!!!
Nick Angel: Oh come on Dub!!- Wait, get away from- OH MY GOD!!!! DUBAIN FLIPS THE SPANISH COMMENTARY TABLE!!!!! Dubain SLAMMING his fists down in anger, and here come the security guards!!!!! At 6’5”, and near 250lbs, I wouldn’t wanna be the renta cop to tangle with Dub!!
(The security guards calm Dub down and ask to escort him out of the ring area. After a few moments, Dubain drops the table monitor he was gonna use as a weapon, and leads the way, shoving them out of the way as he heads back up).
Kawajai: A potentially historical, and breathtaking match- cut short by the greedy dramatics of last night’s marquee event. Shaking my head as we speak.
Nick Angel: I don’t think this is the end, not by a long shot- But I guess we’ll find out, next time on Sunday Night Voltage…. (Nick scratches his head as he takes off his headset), Stay tuned….
(EAW Logo Buzzes)
