(EAW intro plays.)
(A recap of last week’s Voltage is shown, and as always all of the victories are highlighted before the camera transitions to the American Airlines Arena in Dallas, Texas. Pyro shoots out from the stage, and thousands of fans in attendance are shown as the camera pans around, showing all of the cheering fans before cutting to the commentary table, where Rich Russillo, Thadd Blazevich and Persephone are seen.)
Rich Russillo: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Sunday Night Voltage! As always I am Rich Russillo here with Thadd Blazevich and Persephone Tsitsipas, and we’re on the road to Super Voltage: F*ck Your Thanksgiving with an exciting show tonight!
Thadd Blazevich: That’s right, dude. We got both the World Champ and his challenger in action against the two former members of Elysium, and we’re even seeing Drake Armstrong and Hans Grayson finally go at it! This is gonna be a good one.
Persephone: Or a painfully underwhelming one. I don’t really care what’s happening tonight, I just want to hurry up and get it over with.
(Moments later, the camera would cut to Eden Sinclair in the middle of the ring.)
Eden Sinclair: Ladies and Gentlemen, as you are all aware, two ladies on our roster have developed a grudge against one another that has spanned months. They have been at odds for quite a long time, and they have had multiple opportunities to squash it, one of which being a three-way match for the Specialist’s Championship. Though, that wasn’t able to end it.
Eden Sinclair: This can’t continue forever, we of course have to declare a winner, but in the end, that isn’t what’s important here. EAW is all about competition, and there’s only one way they will be able to get this off their chests…
Eden Sinclair: They’ll have to duke it out in the ring.
(The crowd cheers.)
Eden Sinclair: Thus, here to sign a contract for a match at F*ck Your Thanksgiving; Saori Aizen, and ARIA!!!
(‘God Shattering Star’ by Takashi Baba hits the speakers as the crowd bursts out into a fit of cheers. Stepping out through the curtains is ARIA, who doesn’t exactly have the happiest expression on her face. She isn’t out here to showboat, she isn’t out here to give everyone a good time, she wants to make this match official with her opponent, and she wants to get ready for the fight of her life. She makes her way down to the ring, marching up the steel steps, and taking a seat at the table; two chairs at opposite ends facing one another, a contract in the middle, alongside a pen, and two microphones. She grips the handle of her microphone, agitated, and impatient, as her theme song fades out.)
(Then… the audience would erupt into jeers, once ‘Let Me Hear’ by Fear, and Loathing in Las Vegas would play throughout the arena. This only fueled Saori Aizen. This only made her enjoy the atmosphere more. Perhaps inside, it only made her edges more jagged. But on the outside, she appeared to be over the moon. A smirk was on her face, as she marched down the ramp, her eyes only focused on ARIA. The mind games were still in full effect. Their match would be made official tonight, and once that contract was signed, there was nothing stopping this match from happening.)
(Saori took a seat, opposite ARIA. Her theme began to fade out.)
Eden Sinclair: Okay, ladies. As you can see, we have given you both microphones, if there’s anything you want to get off your chest before that contract is signed. Once you put pen-to-paper, there’s no avoiding this match. It won’t be called off, no matter what happens. This match will be made official.
Eden Sinclair: Any objections?
(ARIA shakes her head. Saori chuckles.)
Eden Sinclair: Okay. Speak your minds, ladies.
(ARIA, with the microphone already in hand, lifts it up close to her lips. She would then lean forward in her chair.)
ARIA: Quite frankly, Saori, you have made my life hell for the past few months.
ARIA: I can’t blame you for all of it. As much as I’d like to be mad at you for stopping me from becoming Specialists Champion at House of Glass, that’s all part of the game. That’s fine, that’s how three-ways work, I can accept that. Maybe I can even accept the two of us losing at Territorial Invasion. These things happen. I’m not happy that I lost all of those matches. I’m not happy that I could have been Champion this season, could have had a victory over Minerva, but I’ve played a role in those losses just as much as you have. The problem I’ve had with you is the fact that you seem so bitter that *you’re* losing as much as I am, and instead of blaming yourself, you blame me. You haven’t been able to give me the benefit I have given you countless times, and accepted the fact that wins and losses just happen in this company. You win some, you lose some. You seem bitter, and insecure, and butthurt, and you need someone to blame – for some reason you blamed me. You stabbed me in the back at Territorial Invasion, and while we may never really have been friends, it was cowardly, and it was disgusting. I was right to want revenge, but I didn’t expect it to turn into this. I didn’t expect to be at each other’s throats every single week.
ARIA: Don’t be mistaken, I’m not acting like the victim, I’m not acting like I haven’t played my role because I sure have, and I sure plan on ending this once and for all; but you can’t expect me to be happy about this, if I was it wouldn’t be happening. And I’m sure everyone else knows that too. I’m sure Captain Charisma and Eden Sinclair understand that you and I have dedicated months of our careers to this grudge, and that’s why you and I are competing to enter the Universal Women’s Championship Elimination Chamber. I didn’t need that to encourage me to beat you, but it sure is the silver lining. I’m sure that it’s going to make all of this back and forth between us worth it. I’m sure that beating you is going to feel validating and rewarding after all that you have put me through, and I truly hope that I can put this behind me once and for all, before going on to win the Universal Women’s Championship.
(ARIA drops the microphone onto the table, and leans back on her chair. It isn’t often that we see her as heated and focused as we have here, not to say that she’s never serious – however the way she carries herself is incredibly different to the way she speaks to Saori. She has been through her fair share of personal feuds, though something about Saori Aizen really manages to get under her skin.)
(The American Airlines Arena erupts into boos as Saori picks up her microphone. A dismissive head shake is returned from Saori, as she waits for them to calm down…)
(Which takes longer than she had expected.)
(The hatred towards her never bothered her, though deep down, she found annoyance in being unable to speak. She wouldn’t show it, she wouldn’t admit it, but it grinded her gears that she wasn’t respected enough to even make a noise. She wouldn’t give the Texans that win, though it wasn’t something she was too happy about. Eventually, she would raise the microphone, and get a chance to reply.)
Saori Aizen: After all this time you continue to blame me for your own stupidity. Why do you act as I never made it clear that once Territorial Invasion was over, you would be just like the rest of this pathetic roster to me? Why do you act as if you are worth more than a crying urchin, desperate for attention? Need I remind you whose idiocy cost you the Specialists Championship? T’was not mine, Lestrade – the blame entirely falls on your shoulders. Is it truly that hard to swing a bat? Is it truly not hard to win matches? Perhaps it was your – as the… *ahem*… internet marks have all been saying… – “bozo gene” that resulted in our, YOUR failure at House of Glass, for Mia Santoro was never on my level, and due to your inferiority, the Specialists Championship is now doomed around her waist as it calls out for my attention. “Nay,” I say, as I now charge forward attempting to claim the Universal Women’s Championship. I do so with pride, knowing that it comes with your bloodied carcass being on display for the world to see, forever immortalized in my growing mythos.
Saori Aizen: Shame on you, Lestrade! Shame on you. You have allowed fools like Mia Santoro and Selina Reyes to claim victories over me, kono yarō. Far too many times has the Aizen name been disgraced as a result of pathetic, hetakuso losers allowing themselves to be conquered at my expense. I feel truly disrespected. You feel as if I have done you wrong? It was only natural that I would toss you to the curb for all you are worth, just as anyone else would have done. I truly can’t believe you have enough of an ego to think otherwise. There is nothing I owe you, little one. There is nothing I owe anybody in this company, of course, but I owe you even less. For I have been here every single week for over a year, while this failure of a return stint has lasted a cup of coffee. Remember what I said? You are nothing more but a cigarette’s ash. At F*ck Your Thanksgiving, I shall stomp you into the dirt just as I have promised countless times, no longer shall I be denied of the satisfaction. I crave your blood staining the ends of my boot, for it will truly validate me ever giving you the attention you truly do not deserve. Zako ga!
(She shook her head in disapproval; affirmative in her disdain for ARIA, and how little she views her. Very few people does she few in a positive light, mind you, though ARIA is someone she dislikes more than anybody else.)
(ARIA sighs as she lifts up the microphone once more.)
ARIA: Do you ever listen to yourself, Saori? –
Saori Aizen: Itsumo, saikō da ne.
ARIA: – Because I can’t imagine living in your head. I can’t imagine believing all of this nonsense. I can’t imagine being as egotistical as you are, and never actually getting your comeuppance. That’s not going to last long. When you and I face each other, I’m going to make sure that you walk away humiliated, and hurt. I’m finally going to be satisfied once I put you down.
(ARIA once more tosses the microphone, as she opens the contract. Thoughtlessly, she signs her signature. Though, her handwriting gets slower, as she begins to read the contract…)
(A confused expression appears on her face.)
(Not a disagreeing confusion, the confusion doesn’t look like she hates what she sees at all…)
ARIA: …Eden?
(Eden Sinclair nods at ARIA.)
ARIA: I… didn’t quite expect this.
(Eden chuckles to herself.)
Eden Sinclair: I figured… a grudge of this magnitude needed more of a… definitive conclusion.
(Saori Aizen scoffs.)
Saori Aizen: Ugh. So secretive! Tell me what’s going on.
(ARIA chuckles, too.)
ARIA: Well… I’ll let you do the honours, Eden.
(She nods.)
Eden Sinclair: The two of you have been at one another’s throats for quite a while now, and while we of course care about the wellbeing of our roster members, as you all know, the culture of the Voltage brand can be rather… violent.
Eden Sinclair: So as ARIA has noticed, I added a little stipulation to this match. This won’t be a normal match.
(The crowd responds with an anticipatory “oooooh.”)
Eden Sinclair: The two of you will compete…
(ARIA smirks, Saori looks at Eden in confusion.)
Eden Sinclair: In a Deathmatch!!
(The crowd roars! Once more, bloodshed is all but guaranteed for a Voltage event, something ARIA clearly enjoys!)
(The crowd glances over at Saori…)
Saori Aizen: Heh…. heheheheh….
(A breath escapes her lips.)
(As she bursts into laughter.)
Saori Aizen: I never took you for a bright woman, Eden Sinclair! To doom poor Lestrade to her fate, to place her fate in my hands, to give me permission to do absolutely anything I desire to her, treating her like a meat sack? I love it. I cannot tell if this is stupidity or genius on your end, Sinclair!
(Her laughter slows to a halt.)
Saori Aizen: This is everything I wanted. It’s so fitting. I have always desired to put an end to you, Lestrade. Perhaps metaphorical, perhaps not. Perhaps I simply desired to put an end to this grudge of ours. Perhaps I desired to put an end to this idea that you are a credible challenger at the upper echelon of this industry. Though now? I truly get to put an end to you permanently. Nothing can stand in my way now. Not you, not laws, not referees. Anything goes… and I truly mean anything.
(She smirks… though ARIA isn’t scared. She tosses the contract to Saori.)
ARIA: Sign it.
Saori Aizen: With pleasure, Lestrade.
(The Reaper puts pen-to-paper. ARIA, meanwhile, continues to speak.)
ARIA: Good. Because I’ve been waiting to get my payback on you, Saori. I’ve been waiting a long time. It doesn’t matter what stipulation we fight in. It doesn’t matter what you do to me. It doesn’t matter what weapons you use or how much blood you drain from my body, I’m not going to quit, I’m not going to give up, I’m not going to stop staying alive. I’m looking to end this too, Saori. Once and for all.
(Saori closes the contract, as she stands up. So does ARIA. The two come face to face.)
Eden Sinclair: And now, it’s official! At F*ck Your Thanksgiving, it will be ‘The Reaper’ Saori Aizen, versus ARIA in a Deathmatch!!
(Saori grins.)
Saori Aizen: (off-mic) We have reached your demise, Lestrade.
ARIA: (off-mic) You don’t understand the mistake you made signing that contract.
Saori Aizen: (off-mic) ???
ARIA: (off-mic) It’s set in stone now. There’s nothing stopping this match happening…
(She clenches her fist.)
ARIA: (off-mic) Not even this.
Thadd Blazevich: OH NO, BRAH! BROSETTE JUST THREW A RIGHT HOOK AT SAORI! SAORI STUMBLES BACK; GET OUT OF THERE, EDEN!
Rich Russillo: WHICH SHE DOES, SWIFTLY EXITING THE RING, AS SAORI AND AIZEN NOW BEGIN TO TRADE BLOWS! HOCKEY FIGHTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT ARIA GETS THE UPPER HAND HERE, DELIVERING A HUGE STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI! SAORI DROPS TO HER KNEES, AS ARIA STEPS BACK!
(ARIA leans against the corner, looking to connect with ‘J4A’…)
ARIA: (off-mic) It’s over, Saori. Once and for all…
Rich Russillo: AND SHE GOES FOR THE BUSAIKU KNEE!!!
Thadd Blazevich: SAORI DODGES! SHE RETURNS TO HER FEET…
Rich Russillo & Thadd Blazevich: ‘RAIMEI HAKKE’!!!!!!
(ARIA drops to the mat, stunned and confused, blurry eyed, only able to see the spotlight beaming into her vision. Saori steps back…)
Saori Aizen: (off-mic) It truly is over, Lestrade… I told you… *anything goes.*
(Saori rolls out of the ring, reaching under the apron. She finds something that the cameras don’t pick up…)
Rich Russillo: I have no idea what Saori just collected, Thadd, I can’t even see it from here!
Thadd Blazevich: It looks like she’s going over to that table brah! Sliding the contract and the microphones off…
(And suddenly…)
Rich Russillo: Oh my god she’s… what is she spraying on that table?
Thadd Blazevich: That can only be one thing, bro…
Persephone: LIGHTER FLUID!!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
Rich Russillo: SOMEBODY GET SECURITY OUT HERE!!!!!!
(They wouldn’t come in time.)
(Moments later… Saori lit the table ablaze.)
(She grabbed ARIA by the hair, lifting her to a standing base.)
Saori Aizen: (off-mic) Nothing more… than ash.
Rich Russillo: NO, NO NO NO! NOT THIS, SAORI!!!
Thadd Blazevich: SHE LIFTS ARIA UP…
Rich Russillo: ‘HYOKINDAMA’ THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!!!!!!!! ARIA IS ROLLING AROUND IN PAIN, COATED IN FIRE!!!!!!!!
(PHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!)
Rich Russillo: THANK GOD! SECURITY AND MEDICAL STAFF MANAGE TO SPRAY HER WITH THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER, BUT SURELY SAORI DID SOME DAMAGE!!
(Security storm the ring, and push Saori into the corner, but they were too late. ARIA is down and out, the smell of burning flesh protrudes throughout the arena.)
(A sadistic grin is shown on Saori’s face.)
(Security begins to escort Saori to the backstage area…)
(Before we fade elsewhere.)
(Promotional as for Super Voltage: F*ck Your Thanksgiving, where Saori Aizen and ARIA face off in a deathmatch.)
(Sunday Night Voltage continues as we see Sofia Clarke standing in front of a large LED board with Voltage graphics on it, inside of an interview set replicating a wrestling ring backstage at American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas. Sofia is dressed for the occasion, as she is seen wearing an all-blue dress with a white necklace around her. She has a smirk on her face towards the camera, looking professional as she always does. She then begins to speak to the audience, not just in the arena, but to those watching around the world.)
Sofia Clarke: Welcome everyone to Sunday Night Voltage! What an explosive contract signing to kick off the show here in Dallas, Texas, as we have a jam-packed show for you here tonight. Plenty of great action for sure, as this company sees many try to enter and break through the ranks and become a mainstay within its hierarchy. My guest here tonight had his debut match last week, competing against EAW New Breed Champion Ashlynn Quinn. So please everyone… welcome my guest here tonight… NICK!
(NICK enters the frame with a lot of coolness and confidence coming from him. He received a pretty positive reaction from the crowd in Dallas, who reacted to his arrival for his interview. He is seen wearing a grey hoodie over his gear, as he has a match later tonight against Diego Montana, standing by with Sofia as she tells him…)
Sofia Clarke: Thank you for joining me and taking the time to do this interview, NICK.
NICK: No problem.
Sofia Clarke: Let me first ask you a simple question: What are your reasons for wanting to be here in Elite Answers Wrestling?
(NICK thinks about his answers for a few seconds before answering Sofia’s question with a lot of ooze and swagger as he says to her…)
NICK: My reasons aren’t as simple as just winning championships… It’s a lot more nuanced than that. Where I started from, the humble beginnings that I have gone through in my life… I’ve run out of reasons to stay where I came from. I said that before my match with Ashlynn, but that’s just the truth. It’s a cliche for sure, but I couldn’t stay in one place for so long, so I needed to expand the world I was once in and enter into that which I know I can succeed in. That’s not bragging either, I confidently feel that because of the fights I have been in, the discipline I have grown, and the past that I have created. Elite Answers Wrestling is something where everything that I have been through has been worth it to make it here, and I feel grateful about it. Winning in this journey, rather than championships, main events, the moments you make… It will all be milestones that further prove the grind and the tough times I have been through, making it that much worth it. I want the challenge, I want the fights, and that’s what I got last week fighting against the New Breed Champ.
Sofia Clarke: Those are some great reasons and motivations to be here, NICK, and speaking of Ashlynn Quinn, I do want to get your thoughts on having a successful debut and defeating the champion Ashlynn Quinn last week here on Voltage.
(NICK hears the question Sofia provided as he thinks about it for a few moments before speaking and telling her…)
NICK: For one thing, Sofia… I was glad I was able to start my run here in Elite Answers Wrestling fighting against Ashlynn Quinn, who happens to be the New Breed Champion. The fact that my very first match in this promotion is against a champion in and of itself is a positive, and while the fight I had with Ashlynn was something I respected… that moron Clayton Golde getting involved in the match and nailing Ashlynn with her title right in the back of her head doesn’t sit well with me. I had to go back home and rewind the footage just to see that while a win over Ashlynn, who’s a champion here, is huge… the way it ended is something I’m not happy about. I’m not here to be handed victories, because anything that happens, I want to make sure that it’s because I did it on my own. Clayton Golde should have kept his ass at ringside and not gotten himself involved because beating Ashlynn after the war we had without any of that bullshit that occurred would have been great.
Sofia Clarke: That is a fair assessment, and I appreciate the honesty you have about how your win happened last week, NICK, but now you have found yourself in another match this week against Diego Montana. What are your thoughts on him, and how do you see the match you guys have tonight going down?
NICK: Well–
???: Don’t even answer that cabrón!
(The camera pans over to reveal Diego Montana walking into the frame as this gets a negative reaction from the crowd here in Dallas. NICK doesn’t look too concerned that he interrupted his interview time as Diego continues to speak…)
Diego Montana: It only took you until now to mention me? Are you for real? We had to hear your dumb reasons for wanting to be here and how your match with Ashlynn went last week before even discussing the main topic of this whole interview… Diego Montana!
(The crowd boos upon hearing even more of this as Nick responds to Diego by telling him…)
NICK: No offense, but… You were definitely not the main topic here, but don’t let that be something that makes you think I forgot about you, homeboy. I hear the amount of bullshit you speak whenever your mouth is open, so you make a perfect candidate to be someone who gets their jaw broken courtesy of me.
(Diego Montana looks a little annoyed by NICK as he responds right back to him by saying…)
Diego Montana: Who do you think you’re talking to? You’re going to break my jaw? HA! I would love to see you try, perro, because why would I even if you got a chance of doing that? Last week you came and beat some white women with the help of a jackass! You couldn’t even beat Ashlynn all by yourself, and now you think you got yourself a win over her? What a joke. If you needed help beating her, there’s no way you are beating me. If anyone is getting their jaw broken, it’s you, “NICK,” because you’re going to get the shit kicked out of you, so maybe next time… you should be a little more careful.
(NICK doesn’t seem all too impressed with what Diego was saying as he responds to him by saying…)
NICK: Trust me… I always had eyes at the back of my head, even where I was from. I certainly don’t need to be careful of a guy obsessed with drinking matcha and throwing matcha powder around. It’s okay if you want to play stupid and not realize that I didn’t like how the same jackass you mentioned interfered in my match against Ashlynn. It wasn’t until I got back home and saw what happened, but don’t worry, Diego… I won’t need anyone to beat your ass in the middle of this ring. What you should have done is shave that ugly mustache off before I slap it off your mouth in our match later tonight.
(Sofia tries not to laugh at that mustache comment as he takes her other hand to hold her mouth. Diego, who still seems annoyed, responds right back to NICK by saying to him…)
Diego Montana: Why would I shave this off? This actually attracts people, gluing their eyes to the screen as they watch me do what I do. You don’t have to get all jealous now, cabron, it’s okay. You can admit that you can’t grow something as beautiful as I have. I’m the ‘Highkey New Breeder’ for a reason, Playboy, and you get in that ring with me… It’s going to become that much clearer.
(NICK responds right back to Diego by saying to him…)
NICK: You can call yourself whatever you want, I don’t really care. No amount of wins you have, or what you have on your face, or what you consider will ever make women like Eden Sinclair or Kiko Sakai respect and like you.
(Diego’s frustration with NICK boils over as he slaps him right across the face! The slap ricochets hard as NICK winces at the pain that came from the slap as Diego tells him right after…)
Diego Montana: We’ll see about that.
(Diego quickly leaves the interview as Sofia checks up on NICK, the microphone near him as he mutters out…)
NICK: Aight, bet.
(NICK walks away from the interview set as Sofia Clarke watches on, looking at what just transpired between Diego and NICK. She nods slightly towards the camera as the segment fades right out. Voltage returns to the ring as we head into our opening match of the show.)
(The camera pans over to Adam Lucas and Jon Kelton sitting ringside on either side of the commentary desk before it cuts to Bella Braxton in the ring.)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A SCHEDULED FOR… ONE FALL!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
(“Run Into Flowers” by M83 blares throughout the arena, garnering a positive reaction from fans as Bronson Daniels makes his way onto the stage. Bronson’s sporting a focused look on his face, but takes some time to pander to the crowd on his way to the ring, high fiving a few fans.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first! Hailing from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 190 pounds… HE IS THE HEARTBEAT… BRONSON DANIELS!
Thadd Blazevich: Huge reaction for Bronson Daniels this evening as he makes his way down to the ring, prepared for battle against Jay Jerry Johnson, bro.
Rich Russillo: Yeah, and he has to keep focus, even with Jon Kelton ringside.
Thadd Blazevich: But you have to imagine that Daniels definitely wants to get himself a piece with how heated this rivalry has gotten.
(‘There Is Surely Tomorrow’ by WAGAMAMA RAKIA plays out Jay Jerry Johnson as Bronson Daniels drops off the middle rope after staring a hole into Jon Kelton at ringside. Jay strikes a pose on the stage, garnering an equally positive reaction from fans before walking down to the ring. Adam Lucas watches closely, unimpressed with his future challenger thus far.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent! Hailing out of Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 223 pounds…HE IS THE ARTIST… JAY! JERRY! JOHNSON!!
Rich Russillo: Jay Jerry Johnson called his shot last week against the Champ. Many are calling it bold, some are calling it stupid.
Thadd Blazevich: Well, you don’t get ahead in life by waiting for an opportunity. Sometimes, you gotta take it.
Persephone: Yeah, and what Jay took is the golden opportunity to get his ass kicked.
(The referee signals for the bell as both competitors stand in opposing corners.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: Alright, here we go! Jay Jerry Johnson versus Bronson Daniels! The bell has rung, and this match is officially underway! Both men circle each other to start things off, and meet in the middle with a collar and elbow tie-up!
Thadd Blazevich: They’re both evenly matched in strength as a jockey for position takes place, and Daniels gets the upper hand with an arm wringer! Gaining control of the wrist before transitioning into a hammerlock. Jay reaches back with his free arm, and SNAPMARES BRONSON OVER HIS SHOULDER INTO A SEATED POSITION!
Rich Russillo: Jay goes to place him in a rear chinlock- but Bronson escapes out of it, grounding Jay Jerry Johnson with a hammerlock instead! Jay’s found himself right back in the same predicament, and moves to a seated position on the canvas before powering up to his feet in the hammerlock!
Thadd Blazevich: But Jay has an escape plan as he ducks underneath Daniels’ arm, and wrestles him to the ground for a FUJIWARA ARMBAR! BUT BRONSON DANIELS QUICKLY FORWARD ROLLS OUT OF IT! HOWEVER, JAY JERRY JOHNSON HAS NOT RELEASED HOLD OF THE WRIST, AND WRINGS THE ARM OF BRONSON ONCE THEY’RE UP TO A VERTICAL BASE!
Persephone: Lower your voice. It isn’t *that* exciting.
Rich Russillo: Bronson rolls forward onto his back, and KIPS UP in the arm wringer before SWEEPING JAY’S LEGS OUT FROM UNDER HIM WITH HIS ARM! BRONSON IMMEDIATELY MOVES INTO THE LATERAL PRESS COVER!
Thadd Blazevich: The referee couldn’t even begin to count it with how fast Jay Jerry Johnson powered out of the pin there, and both men scramble back to their feet!
(Jay returns to his feet, and Bronson rises to a knee with the two men locking eyes in a stalemate. The crowd gives them a round of applause, liking what they’ve thus far. Even Adam Lucas sarcastically joins in ringside while Kelton doesn’t have much of a reaction to it.)
Persephone: Great, they just rolled around for five minutes, and everybody’s acting like they did something extraordinary.
Rich Russillo: Hey, let the fans be excited. That was a fantastic display of technical wrestling from both men early on, who are evenly matched to start off. But I’m eager to see who’ll get that final edge over the other as Bronson and Jay circle around once again. Another collar and elbow tie-up takes place in the center of the ring!
Thadd Blazevich: Bronson gets the upper hand with a standing side headlock, and really wrenches on the hold! But Johnson goes to bounce Daniels off the ropes to escape- NO! Daniels hangs on, and skids to a knee, dragging Jay down with him to all fours.
(Bronson’s kneeled down while wrenching on the side headlock still. Meanwhile, Jay’s on all fours.)
Rich Russillo: Bronson’s got Jay right where he wants him at this point, wearing “The Artist” down. But Jay has enough in him to make it back to his feet, and hoists Bronson up to deliver a BACK SUPLEX!
Thadd Blazevich: STILL, THATS NOT ENOUGH TO BREAK THE HOLD!
(Bronson rolls into a seated position, continuing to tighten the hold as Jay lies on his side.)
Persephone: God, what’ll it take to get this match moving already?
Rich Russillo: Speaking of, Jay’s moving back to his feet in the side headlock, and goes to escape it with ANOTHER BACK SUPLEX ATTEMPT! BUT BRONSON DANIELS HAD IT SCOUTED, AND BACKFLIPS ONTO HIS FEET THIS TIME AROUND! JAY RUNS OFF THE ROPES IN FRONT OF HIM, AND BRONSON LEAPFROGS OVER AS HE COMES REBOUNDING BACK!
Thadd Blazevich: DROPDOWN BY DANIELS! JAY REBOUNDS OFF THE ROPES A THIRD TIME AS BRONSON POPS TO HIS FEET, AND HALTS HIS MOMENTUM WITH A BIG DROPKICK! BRONSON CRAWLS INTO THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Thadd Blazevich: Kickout!
Rich Russillo: As expected, it’s going to take a lot more than that to put away Jay Jerry Johnson this evening. Something Bronson Daniels was well-prepared for, and drags Jay back to his feet for a SNAPMARE! Jay’s been laid flat onto the canvas, and Bronson bounces off the ropes for a JUMPING KNEE DROP!
Thadd Blazevich: DANIELS CAUGHT HIM RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES, AND MOVES INTO THE COVER! HOOKING THE LEG ON JOHNSON!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Thadd Blazevich: Shoulder up! While these pinfall may not get Daniels the win, it will serve to wear down his opponent even further!
Persephone: Well, look at you being insightful. Mind telling us when the match will end then?
Thadd Blazevich: That part is hard to tell. It could be within a few seconds, a few minutes, or a few hours, bro. :mjgrin:
Persephone: You’re kidding, right?
Thadd Blazevich: Maybe, maybe not.
Persephone: :noah: God, I hate you.
Rich Russillo: Jay’s stirring back to his feet, and Bronson looks to maintain control by standing him up. BUT JAY DRIVES BRONSON DANIELS BACK INTO THE CORNER! BURYING HIS SHOULDER INTO THE GUT, AND FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST! RINGING THROUGHOUT THE ARENA!
Thadd Blazevich: I guess playtime is over. No more technical wrestling between the two as Johnson’s clearly upping the intensity.
Persephone: About fuckin’ time.
Rich Russillo: Jay irish whips Bronson to the opposite corner, and charges in with a MONKEY FLIP! BUT BRONSON DANIELS LANDS ON HIS FEET! JAY SCRAMBLES BACK TO HIS, AND RUNS RIGHT INTO AN ARM DRAG FROM DANIELS!
Thadd Blazevich: BOTH MEN ARE BACK TO THEIR FEET, AND DANIELS GOES FOR ANOTHER! BUT JAY EVADES IT, SWIPING HIS ARM OUT THE WAY BEFORE DANIELS COULD HOOK IT! THE BACK OF BRONSON’S HEAD BOUNCES OFF THE MAT AS HE HIT HARD!
Rich Russillo: JAY MARCHES OVER TO BRONSON, AND ALMOST GETS CAUGHT WITH A KIP UP RANA! BUT POPS DANIELS TO HIS FEET INSTEAD, AND BRONSON WALKS RIGHT INTO A HIP TOSS! CARTWHEEL FROM JOHNSON GETS FOLLOWED UP WITH A BASEMENT DROPKICK! JAY CRAWLS INTO THE COVER, HOOKING THE LEG DEEP!
ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Thadd Blazevich: KICKOUT! DANIELS GOT THE SHOULDER UP!
Rich Russillo: Beautiful combination there by Johnson, but still not enough to get the job done against Daniels, who he backs into the corner for a KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST! NOT THE FIRST TIME THAT’S CONNECTED ON BRONSON!
Thadd Blazevich: YEAH, AND IT WONT BE THE LAST AS HE SCORES WITH ANOTHER! BUT BRONSON SHRUGS IT OFF, AND THROWS JAY INTO THE CORNER FOR A KNIFE EDGE CHOP OF HIS OWN! PAIN IS ETCHED ACROSS THE FACE OF JOHNSON! BUT DANIELS WINDS BACK FOR ANOTHER ONE!
Rich Russillo: Bronson leans Jay up against the ropes for an irish whip- BUT GETS REVERSED! JAY SENDS HIM TO THE ROPES INSTEAD, AND GOES FOR A HIP TOSS! HOWEVER, DANIELS BLOCKED IT! AND TURNS IT INTO A BACKSLIDE!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Rich Russillo: KICKOUT! JOHNSON POPS BACK TO HIS FEET, AND STAGGERS BACK AGAINST THE ROPES AS BRONSON COMES CHARGING IN WITH A CLOTHESLINE! SENDING HIM UP AND OVER THE TOP! JAY HIT FACE FIRST ONTO THE APRON HIS WAY DOWN!
Persephone: Good, now get him counted out, so we can get this over with.
Thadd Blazevich: Cmon, Persephone. You know Bronson’s not one to win that way as he stalks Jay from inside the ring, grabbing hold of the top rope… Johnson stands himself back up with assistance from the apron, and BRONSON SLINGSHOTS OVER THE TOP-
Rich Russillo: WELL, HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN GOING FOR A CROSSBODY! BUT CATCHES HIMSELF ON THE APRON AS JAY JERRY JOHNSON GETS OUT OF HARMS WAY! DANIELS BEGINS TO CHARGE AT HIM- BUT JAY SWEEPS HIS LEGS OUT WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! BRONSON HIT FACE FIRST ON THE APRON, AND GETS ROLLED BACK INSIDE THE RING BY JAY!
Thadd Blazevich: Jay hops onto the apron, and SLINGSHOTS HIMSELF INSIDE WITH A SOMERSAULT SENTON ONTO DANIELS! CRUSHING HIM UNDERNEATH HIS BODYWEIGHT!
Persephone: Which isn’t much by the way.
Rich Russillo: Jay crawls into the cover, and hooks the leg on Bronson!
ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Rich Russillo: Rope break! Bronson grabbed hold of the bottom rope, opting to save energy there instead of having to kickout! That was smart on Daniels’ part.
Thadd Blazevich: Jay doesn’t get bent out of shape about it, and drags Bronson back to his feet before slamming him FACE FIRST off the top turnbuckle! Daniels is stunned in that corner, and gets whipped HARD into the opposite by Jay!
Rich Russillo: Good grief! Daniels collapsed immediately off impact, and favors his back as he lies prone on the canvas.
(Jay walks over to Bronson, and gestures he’s got his eyes on Adam Lucas ringside before reaching down to pick his opponent up.)
Rich Russillo: Jay lifts Bronson up to his feet, and NAILS HIM with a pendulum backbreaker! Jay drops into the cover!
ONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Rich Russillo: Nothing past a two count for either man as Bronson Daniels kicks out! Not to be deterred, Jay Jerry Johnson drags Daniels back to his feet- BUT BRONSON STARTS FIGHTING BACK WITH ALTERNATING SHOTS TO THE RIBS! BEFORE EXPLODING WITH A FLURRY OF RIGHT HANDS THAT BACK JAY UP INTO THE CORNER!
Thadd Blazevich: BRONSON SENDS JAY INTO THE OPPOSITE CORNER WITH AN IRISH WHIP- OR AT LEAST ATTEMPTED TO! AS JAY JERRY JOHNSON REVERSES! SENDING BRONSON INTO SAID CORNER INSTEAD! BUT DANIELS GETS A FOOT UP ON THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE! HALTING HIS MOMENTUM, AND JAY RUSHES IN!
Rich Russillo: BUT RUNS RIGHT INTO A BACK ELBOW! JOHNSON’S ON WOBBLY LEGS HERE AS BRONSON TURNS HIS BACK TO HIM IN THE CORNER! SPRINGING OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE FOR A BACKFLIP REVERSE DDT! BUT JAY SPINS HIMSELF AROUND INTO A FRONT FACELOCK, AND LAUNCHES BRONSON INTO THE BUCKLES WITH A RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!
Persephone: Is he dead? :gladbron:
Thadd Blazevich: No, but it looks like it! Bronson Daniels is motionless since that collision, and gets rolled away from the ropes for a cover! Hooking the leg!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THH-
Rich Russillo: DANIELS STAYS IN IT WITH A KICKOUT! …Jay pounds the mat, showing some slight frustration. But won’t let it hinder his performance as he drags Bronson back to a vertical base, and into a front facelock!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT BRONSON TWIRLS OUT OF IT, AND SMASHES JAY IN THE FACE WITH A FOREARM! Jay staggers a bit as Bronson Daniels doubles over slightly, showing the wear and tear is beginning to take its toll! But Jay Jerry Johnson staggers back over, and grabs Daniels in yet another front facelock!
Persephone: He seems pretty adamant on this move. What is he trying to go for?
Rich Russillo: We won’t find out as Bronson Daniels scoops him up, and SLAMS HIM onto his knee with an inverted atomic drop! Jay’s reeling, and can barely stand before getting caught with a CLOTHESLINE BY BRONSON!
Thadd Blazevich: JAY QUICKLY RETURNS TO HIS FEET, AND GETS DROPPED WITH A RUNNING BACK ELBOW! AGAIN, JAY RUSHES BACK TO HIS FEET, AND STUMBLES BACK INTO THE CORNER! BRONSON LINES HIM UP, AND CHARGES IN WITH A RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! NO DOUBT JACKING THE JAW OF HIS OPPONENT!
Rich Russillo: JAY JERRY JOHNSON IS ROCKED IN THAT CORNER, AND BRONSON TURNS HIM AROUND FOR A ROPE-ASSISTED GAMENGIRI TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! BRONSON FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! DUMPING HIGH ON HIS NECK AND SHOULDERS!
(Bronson pulls himself up in the corner with his back turned to Jay in the center. There’s a look of intensity in his eyes like never before throughout this match up, fueling off energy from the fans as they start to put together what’s coming as Jay struggles back to his feet.)
Thadd Blazevich: WATCH OUT FOR BRONSON DANIELS AS HE BACK HANDSPRINGS INTO A… “CELESTIAL WHIRLWIND!” DOWN GOES JOHNSON, AND DANIELS CRAWLS INTO THE COVER! HOOKING THE LEG!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE-
Rich Russillo: NEARFALL! BRONSON JUST SCORED A NEARFALL, AND I BELIEVE THATS THE CLOSEST EITHER MAN HAS COME TO VICTORY! DANIELS WAS FINGERTIPS AWAY THERE FROM GETTING HIS HAND RAISED!
Persephone: So, there’s light at the end of the tunnel? Thank God!
Rich Russillo: I get that Jon Kelton has worked closely alongside Bronson Daniels for quite some time, but tonight, he’s getting an up close reminder of what his opponent for the FYTG special is capable of. Just like that, Daniels can catch you with his high octane and explosive offense!
Thadd Blazevich: Took the words right outta my mouth, bro. But Jay crawls over to the corner, and pulls himself up with assistance from the ropes as Bronson Daniels stands up in the center of the ring. Daniels has Jay locked and loaded in his sights! CHARGING IN WITH A- WAIT! JAY JERRY JOHNSON SENDS BRONSON DANIELS UP AND OVER HIS SHOULDER TO THE OUTSIDE!
Rich Russillo: NOT QUITE AS BRONSON DANIELS CAUGHT HIMSELF UP ON THE APRON! JAY WENT TO SPIN AROUND, AND DELIVER A PUNCH- BUT BRONSON WAS QUICKER TO DRAW! SCORING WITH A FOREARM ONTO JAY THAT KNOCKS HIM BACK INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING! JOHNSON’S ON DREAM STREET RIGHT ABOUT, AND BRONSON DANIELS SPRINGS OFF THE TOP ROPE FOR A-
Thadd Blazevich: CAUGHT! BRONSON DANIELS GETS CAUGHT IN PLACE FOR A STO BACKBREAKER! AND JAY TRANSITIONS INTO A STANDING NECKBREAKER ON DANIELS! JOHNSON HURRIES INTO THE COVER, HOOKING THE LEG!
ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR-
Rich Russillo: NO! BRONSON DANIELS KICKS OUT!
Thadd Blazevich: Jay marches back to his feet, and stalks Daniels as he rises to all fours… before pulling Bronson back to his feet! HOOKING HIM UP FOR A SUPLEX OR BRAINBUSTER OF SORTS! BUT CANT LIFT HIM AS BRONSON HOOKS HIS LEG ONTO JAY’S! BLOCKING IT!
Rich Russillo: NOW, DANIELS GOES TO SHIFT THE MOMENTUM FOR A SUPLEX OF HIS OWN! BUT JAY BLOCKS IT! HOLDING HIS WEIGHT DOWN ON BRONSON! JAY SHIFTS THE MOMENTUM HIMSELF, AND ACTUALLY HOISTS DANIELS UP FOR THE SUPLEX! BUT BRONSON QUICKLY FIGHTS HIS WAY OUT OF IT WITH KNEES TO THE TOP OF JAY’S DOME?
Thadd Blazevich: JAY DOUBLES OVER, AND BRONSON TRANSITIONS INTO A SINGLE UNDERHOOK! GOING TO HOIST HIM UP FOR “SAVAGE MODE!”
Persephone: :gladbron:
Rich Russillo: DANIELS COULD ONLY GET HIM SLIGHTLY BEFORE JAY FENDED IT OFF! HOLDING HIS WEIGHT DOWN!
Persephone: Dammit!
Rich Russillo: JAY PUSHES BRONSON OFF, AND HE GOES REBOUNDING OFF THE ROPES INTO A POP-UP… “PRETTY VISITOR!” JAY CAUGHT HIM OUTTA MID-AIR, AND SHOOTS THE HALF FOR A COVER AS DANIELS MIGHT BE OUT OF IT HERE!
Persephone: Fingers crossed.
ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE-
Thadd Blazevich: KICKOUT! BRONSON DANIELS GOT THE SHOULDER UP, AND HE’S RUNNING OFF INSTINCT AT THIS POINT! CRAWLING INTO THE CORNER FOR SEPARATION AGAINST JOHNSON!
Rich Russillo: Bronson pulls himself up in the corner as Jay stands himself up in the center, and runs full speed ahead for a- NO, WAIT! BRONSON EVADES WHATEVER JAY HAD PLANNED THERE AS HE SLIPS OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE, AND ONTO THE APRON! JAY COLLIDES STERNUM FIRST WITH THE TOP TURNBUCKLE, AND STAGGERS BACK SLIGHTLY!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT DOESNT STAY STUNNED FOR LONG AS HE SPRINGS OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE, AND INTO DANIELS WITH A TRIANGLE CLOTHESLINE!
(Bronson tumbles off the apron, and lands onto all fours ringside as he begins stirring back to his feet.)
Rich Russillo: Bronson’s stirring back to his feet, and Jay sees the golden opportunity as he runs off the ropes! BUILDING MOMENTUM FOR A SUICIDE DIVE! DRIVING DANIELS BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE! HOWEVER, BRONSON HASNT LEFT HIS FEET YET, AND JAY ROLLS BACK INSIDE THE RING! BOUNCING OFF THE ROPES FOR YET ANOTHER SUICIDE DIVE!
(Bronson almost went flying into the crowd area as he hangs over the barricade before Jay pulls him back to the ringside area. Bronson’s on wobbly legs as Jay rolls back into the ring.)
Thadd Blazevich: AND HERE COMES A THIRD SUICIDE DI- INTERCEPTED! BRONSON INTERCEPTED JAY AS HE STUCK HIS HEAD OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE WITH A “BATMAN PUNCH!”
Rich Russillo: “BATMAN PUNCH” CONNECTED, AND JAY STAGGERS BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE RING!
Persephone: How did Bronson figure to counter that? It’s not like Jay went for the same move over and over again. 🙄
Thadd Blazevich: BRONSON SLIDES INTO THE RING, AND SWINGS WILDLY FOR A CLOTHESLINE! BUT GETS CAUGHT BY JAY FOR A REVERSE STO, AND TRANSITIONS INTO A KOJI CLUTCH! KOJI CLUTCH BY JAY JERRY JOHNSON! HOPING HE CAN PUT BRONSON DANIELS TO SLEEP HERE!
Rich Russillo: THAT, OR AT LEAST FORCE A TAPOUT! BUT BRONSON DANIELS WHEREWITHAL IN HIM TO PRY JAY’S FINGERS APART, AND COUNTERS INTO A STRETCH MUFFLER! STRETCH MUFFLER BY BRONSON DANIELS!
Thadd Blazevich: REALIZING THE DANGER HE’S IN, JAY MAKES AN EFFORT TO QUICKLY CRAWL OVER TO THE ROPES! GRABBING ONTO THE BOTTOM WITH BOTH HANDS! DANIELS RELEASES THE HOLD, BUT TRIES TO DRAG AWAY-
Rich Russillo: OH MY GOD! JAY CRACKED DANIELS IN THE JAW WITH HIS BOOT!
(Bronson falls backwards onto the mat, reeling from that boot to his jaw. Jay tries using the ropes to pull himself back, but that’s when Adam Lucas walks over with the World Championship, pointing to it as he taunts Jay from ringside.)
Adam Lucas: (off-mic) You think whatever you’re doing will be enough to beat me for this championship? You might as well quit wasting my, and everyone else’s time! Do you hear me?!
(Jay slowly pulls himself up to a knee, staring intensely at Adam Lucas before responding back, struggling to catch his breath.)
Jay Jerry Johnson: (off-mic) …you should really learn… to shut up every once in a while!
(Jay takes a swipe at Adam Lucas through the middle rope, but Lucas is just out of reach, continuing to taunt Jay with the championship before-)
Rich Russillo: TIGER FEINT KICK! TIGER FEINT KICK FROM DANIELS KNOCKS JAY INTO PERFECT POSITIONING AS HE CLIMBS TO THE TOP ROPE!
(Bronson’s eyes dart between both Jay and Adam ringside, realizing what just happened, but can’t let this opportunity go to waste as…)
Rich Russillo: “LEAP OF FAITH!!” THE SPIRAL TAP HITS ITS MARK, AND DANIELS HOOKS THE LEG FOR A COVER!!
ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Bella Braxton: HERES YOUR WINNER… BRONSON DANIELS!!
(Bronson releases the cover as “Run Into Flowers” by M83 plays, and Daniels gets his hand raised in victory by the referee, staring a hole into Jon Kelton ringside, who stands up out of his chair, staring right back at Bronson with a shared hatred in his eyes. Meanwhile, Adam Lucas raises the World Championship while laughing to himself, taunting the audience, and Jay who writhes in pain on the canvas.)
Rich Russillo: Well, Bronson Daniels picks up the win, but in controversial fashion!
Persephone: Who cares? He won.
Thadd Blazevich: Well, Bronson Daniels definitely seemed to, having not wanted to win that way. But couldn’t let the opportunity slip through his fingertips either, picking up all the momentum he can heading into his big battle with Jon Kelton at the F*ck Your Thanksgiving special.
Rich Russillo: Speaking of, his interference here must have certainly added more fuel to Jay’s fire heading into his match with the World Champion, Adam Lucas.
(Kelton and Bronson continue trash talking each other from where they are as the camera fades elsewhere.)
(Promotional ad for Super Voltage: F*ck Your Thanksgiving, where Bronson Daniels faces Jon Kelton.)
[ SCREEN BAR – EARLIER TODAY ]
(The scene opens up towards the back entrance of the arena. The 24/7 Contract Holder, Kai Rabeaux, and his girlfriend, Ashlynn Quinn, are seen walking into the building. They each pull their luggage behind them, dressed to impress, and of course Ashlynn wears the New Breed Championship around her waist. She had successfully defended it last night at The Last Stand against Showdown’s Clayton Golde, but that match wasn’t without some controversy. Needless to say, that is the furthest thing from Ashlynn’s mind as she and Kai come to a stop in front of the women’s lockerroom.)
Ashlynn Quinn: So you’re sure you want to go ahead with what we planned? I know that you’re upset about last week and if you’d rather handle that, then we can totally put off what we wanted to do to celebrate our first Thanksgiving together.
(Ashlynn looks up at Kai and bites down on her bottom lip, a look of uncertainty in her eyes. Kai smiles at her, tucks a strand of platinum blonde hair behind a diamond studded ear, and kisses her forehead.)
Kai Rabeaux: I want to go ahead with our plan. I refuse to believe someone like Daniella Atlas is satisfied over what went down last week. It was a complete injustice done to me and I know she has a competitive spirit. I’ve not a doubt that everyone will agree with me on this and surely a resolution can be reached. I won’t stand for referee incompetence, and though Daniella might have technically gotten the victory, I doubt she is satisfied with it having an asterisk beside it.
Ashlynn Quinn: Hm. Perhaps! Although she may very well want to just take the victory because she knows there’s no way she can defeat you any other way.
(Kai smirks, unable to argue with that. Ashlynn stands on her tippy toes and presses a kiss against his lips.)
Ashlynn Quinn: So I will make the challenge and you’ll follow up with Captain Charisma when you go and speak to him?
(Kai nods. Ashlynn claps her hands together, clearly excited.)
Ashlynn Quinn: I absolutely LOVE this for us!
Kai Rabeaux: Indeed.
(They say their goodbyes and Kai walks off, heading for the men’s lockerroom area as Ashlynn goes inside. After that, the scene fades.)
(We reopen in real time with Voltage’s backstage correspondent, Sofia Clarke. She has a smile on her face and wastes no time talking as soon as she gets the signal.)
Sofia Clarke: Last night, Showdown put on an amazing show with The Last Stand! Voltage’s own Ashlynn Quinn stepped into enemy territory to defend her New Breed Championship against rising star Clayton Golde. It was a hard fought match between two very talented wrestlers, and although there was some controversy surrounding the ending, Ashlynn Quinn was able to retain her championship. Joining me right now to talk about that match is none other than the champion herself!
(The camera shot widens and Ashlynn is seen smiling. She pats the New Breed Championship, which is around her waist, and clears her delicate throat.)
Ashlynn Quinn: Personally, I don’t see what’s so controversial about the ending of the match. That incel had it coming, and honestly? I don’t have any regrets.
Sofia Clarke: First things first. Thank you for joining me, Ashlynn.
Ashlynn Quinn: Of course, honey! That dress looks super kewt on you by the way.
Sofia Clarke: :wow: Thank you. Now, a lot of people would disagree with you about the ending of the match. You rolled Clayton up and used the ropes to make sure he stayed down.
(Ashlynn simply shrugs.)
Ashlynn Quinn: And? He’s gross. He’s an uggo. And at that point, I was just sick of dealing with him! When I said I wanted to represent Voltage on Showdown and Dynasty, I didn’t mean I wanted to face someone like that! Like I can’t think of a single person employed here that is more awful than Clayton Golde! He’s simply the absolutely worst, Soph! He’s clearly a misogynist and has a totally warped view of how real life is supposed to be! Seriously, you can’t tell me that Clayton Golde doesn’t give you the icks!
(Sofia says nothing because she’s a professional.)
Ashlynn Quinn: Okay, whatever. I’m going to take your silence as a resounding yes because he should literally give every woman the icks! Either way, Clayton is in my review mirror now and he will not be getting another shot at this title. So if he is like salty or whatever about how things ended… oh well! As the New Breed Champion, I decide who I face next and it won’t be Clayton. He doesn’t deserve another chance to stand in the ring with this amount of greatness.
(Ashlynn fluffs out her platinum hair and motions towards herself.)
Ashlynn Quinn: GREATNESS, Soph!
Sofia Clarke: Of course and that’s fair enough. With Clayton behind you, and two big events on the horizon in F*ck Your Thanksgiving and Road to Redemption, what’s next for you?
(Ashlynn beams and looks really excited all of a sudden. She’s practically giddy.)
Ashlynn Quinn: I am like SO glad you asked!! So you know Kai and I are so kewt and we’re like happy, and we were sitting around the other night talking about how we’re about to enter into our first holiday season together! Neither one of us are like big on Thanksgiving because of the gross history it has, but we did want to spend it together and do something special. So….
(Ashlynn’s blue eyes practically sparkle as she bites down on her index finger. Sofia is actually curious to hear whatever Ashlynn is about to say so she leans in.)
Sofia Clarke: Well! Don’t leave us in suspense, Ashlynn!
(Ashlynn giggles.)
Ashlynn Quinn: Alright! So while I have no doubt that I’ll be defending my beloved New Breed Championship at Road to Redemption… Kai and I want to do something TOGETHER for F*ck Your Thanksgiving! So we talked about it and what better way to mark our first ever Thanksgiving together than by winning… THE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!
(The crowd can be heard cheering and Ashlynn cups her ear as if to egg them on and encourage them.)
Ashlynn Quinn: See! The people want to see Miss Voltage and Mr. 24/7 face Fire & Ice!
Sofia Clarke: I have to admit, that would be an amazing match!
Ashlynn Quinn: Oh totally! Also, can you just imagine how amazing I would look with two championships wrapped around my waist? Kai with championship gold AND the 24/7 Contract still in his possession? Talk about power, Sofia! Talk about truly cementing yourself as a global brand! I mean that’s kind of what I’ve already done as the New Breed Champion! I’ve raised my own stock tenfold by being one of the greatest champions in this company’s history and I’m only going to continue to grow. The sky is the limit and a win over Raven Roberts and Rex McAllister?
(Ashlynn actually fans herself.)
Ashlynn Quinn: So hot!
Sofia Clarke: Is it safe to assume that you’re officially issuing a challenge to the Unified Tag Team Champions for Kai and yourself?
Ashlynn Quinn: Totally! I know Rex and Raven are fighting champions and all that, and I know they’ll be more than happy to come to Voltage and lose to Kai and myself!
Sofia Clarke: I’m not sure if they would agree with the last part of your statement, but you are right when you say Fire & Ice are fighting champions. They have proven over and over they are willing to defend their championships against anybody.
Ashlynn Quinn: Yes they are so great and noble and all that. However, it’s time for change, Sofia! Kai and I represent not only the New Breed in this company, but the future! Kai is going to be a singles champion sooner rather than later, and for the two of us together and as individuals the sky is the limit! I’m so excited over the idea of holding a championship with my kewt boy that I kinda can’t even stand it! Personally, and between you and me, Soph, it’s out with the old, in Fire & Ice, and in with new with Kai and me!
(Ashlynn’s voice is tinged with arrogance.)
Ashlynn Quinn: Fire & Ice, as kewt as they are, are old news! Raven’s return was years ago at this point and they had their sweet moment at Pain for Pride when they became the champions! Kai and I are young, hot, fun, and can totally inject new life into the tag team division and it kinda needs it! Raven and Rex can go chase their singles aspirations while Kai and I usher in a new era of Elitists! Beautiful people who win and look hot while doing it. Doesn’t that sound great??
Sofia Clarke: As I said, a match against Fire & Ice for Kai and yourself would be incredible and hopefully it happens! I guess all you can do now is wait for Fire & Ice to respond.
Ashlynn Quinn: They’re both too competitive to be scared so I’m sure we’ll hear from them soon! In the meantime, just picture it! Ashlynn Quinn… DOUBLE CHAMP! Kai Rabeaux… MOST POWERFUL MAN ON VOLTAGE! I love it and I can’t wait to hear from Fire & Ice!
Sofia Clarke: Well there you have it, EAW Universe! Kai Rabeaux and Ashlynn Quinn want to challenge for the Unified Tag Team Championships at F*ck Your Thanksgiving! Thank you for your time, Ashlynn, and congratulations on your victory last night.
(Ashlynn grins and takes her leave as Voltage fades elsewhere.)
(Voltage returns to ringside.)
Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE-FALL!
(‘Kendrick, Clae & Cole’ by Marqus Clae begins to play and the fans cheer. NICK comes swaggering out onto the stage, looking pissed-off but confident. He heads down to the ring, high-fiving some fans but still looking angry, not taking his focus away from the ring as he appears ready to get this match started.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST…FROM DETROIT, MICHIGAN…WEIGHING IN AT 215 POUNDS…HE IS EL CASTIGADOR…NIIICCCCKKKKKK!
Rich Russillo: You can see that he’s not in the best of moods after what happened just before! Diego Montana slapped him across the face! I mean, that’s a lot of disrespect there! NICK is going to deliver some payback!
(‘COMO CAPO’ by Clave Especial ft. Fuerza Regida begins to play and a smiling Diego Montana is greeted by the crowd’s boos. He completely taunts them as he heads down to the ring. He makes fun of NICK too, seeming completely confident here.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT… FROM ARLINGTON, TEXAS… WEIGHING IN AT 199 POUNDS… DIIIEEEEGGGOOOO MOONNNNTTAAAAANNNAAAA!!!!!
Thadd Blazevich: Bro, Montana might have invoked some wrath here! Then again, he has to have a chip on his shoulder with what happened last week! His shoulder up for that three count and the ref still counted it!
(Diego Montana gets into the ring and smirks at NICK. NICK tries to rush him but the referee places him in the corner before ringing the bell.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: And there’s the bell and we are officially underway here! And it looks like things are starting off hot here with NICK coming in for that running lariat! Diego Montana is able to duck underneath it and slip right behind him! HE TRIES TO GET HIM UP FOR A GERMAN SUPLEX! But NICK is able to counter with an elbow right to the jaw! He gets free there and begins to run the ropes, looking to build up some speed for a running maneuver! BUT DIEGO LUNGES FORWARD AND DUMPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Thadd Blazevich: But bro, NICK is able to catch himself on the apron there! Montana tries to knock him down with a big right hand…BUT NICK CATCHES IT! HE GETS HIM WITH A RIGHT HOOK! He then pulls him out onto the apron! AND HE JUST STARTS BEATING THE HELL OUT OF MONTANA! Dude is throwing mad right hands right now, just pummeling his opponent! You gotta think that feels pretty good after Montana slapped him backstage earlier! HE NOW BRINGS HIM IN AND UP! HE’S GOING FOR AN EXPLODER SUPLEX ON THE RING ARPON BRO! MONTANA MIGHT BE COOKED!
Persephone: But Montana is able to counter! HE DRIVES NICK RIGHT INTO THE RING POST INSTEAD! Both of them now fall down to the ringside floor! Montana is able to get back on his feet a little faster than Nick here. He grabs him by the head and smashes it right off that apron! He then drags him over by the barricade! HE TRIES FOR THE IRISH WHIP RIGHT INTO IT!
Rich Russillo: But NICK is able to reverse it instead! He sends Montana into the barricade and that must have been brutal for the shoulder and back of Montana! NICK picks him up and sends him back inside the ring! He doesn’t look for a cover quite yet, instead mounting on top of his opponent and raining down fists! Again, NICK is just out here looking for revenge right now! This is about sending a message back to Montana! He eventually stands back up and drags his opponent with him! He gets him up into position for the vertical suplex here, able to hoist Montana up high!
Thadd Blazevich: NO BRO! MONTANA DRIVES A KNEE RIGHT DOWN INTO HIS OPPONENT’S HEAD! NICK is forced to drop him back down to his feet, momentarily stunned from that blow! Montana takes immediate advantage, delivering a superkick right to the knee of his opponent! He then follows that up by bringing one leg down on the back of his head for the scissors kick! What a combination there dude! He hooks the leg and tries for the first cover of this contest!
ONE!
T-
Persephone: But NICK is able to kick out before a two count. Damn, looks like this one is going to be drawn out. Montana clearly wanted that one to be over sooner rather than later and…same. He grabs his opponent and applies the crossface now! Looking to attempt an early submission victory instead it seems.
Rich Russillo: And Montana is putting a lot into this one already, wrenching back on the head and neck of NICK like he’s ready to tear it off his shoulders! But NICK isn’t about to let it go down like that! He grabs the arms of Montana and begins to peel them off of him! He manages to loosen the grip of his opponent enough to escape! Both of these competitors scramble up to their feet and get ready for more offense! MONTANA RUSHES TOWARDS HIM LOOKING FOR A JUMPING KNEE!
Thadd Blazevich: NO BRO! NICK is able to avoid it and get around him! HE GETS HIM WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! BRO PRACTICALLY LAUNCHED HIM WITH THAT ONE TOO! Montana hits the other side of the ring hard! Before he can get back to his feet, NICK on him once again! HE TEARS HIM BACK UP AND DROPS HIM INTO THE MAT WITH ANOTHER ONE! What an absolutely vicious combination there! NICK goes for the cover now, looking to score the win!
ONE!
TW-
Persephone: But he doesn’t get it yet. Montana gets that shoulder up before the two count! NICK is relentless in his pursuit of revenge though! He immediately rolls on top of his opponent and locks in a dragon sleeper here! If he can’t pin Montana, he’s certainly going to make him go night-night.
Rich Russillo: NICK has this one locked in tight! You can see Montana flailing, searching for a way to get out of this! His legs try to get to the bottom rope for a break but he’s just too far out of reach! INSTEAD HE BEGINS USING HIS FEET TO TRY AND GAIN SOME LEVERAGE HERE OVER NICK! It looks like he might try and leverage this into a pinfall here…BUT NO! NICK FORCES HIM BACK DOWN! IT LOOKS LIKE MONTANA MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE HERE!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT BRO RAKES THE EYES! Looks like he found his solution and it came in the form of a cheap shot on his opponent! Can’t blame dude for that one though, it was either that or be laid down to rest! NICK scrambles away from him, trying to gauge where he is at the moment! HE TURNS BACK AROUND AND RIGHT INTO THE SUPERKICK FROM HIS OPPONENT! Damn! That might have knock one or two teeth right out of his mouth! He falls down to the floor…BUT MONTANA ISN’T DONE WITH BRO! He brings him up to his knees!
Persephone: Dude now slaps NICK once again! Several times actually! Showing absolutely no respect for the rookie talent here. He then runs the ropes, building up speed and taunting his opponent as he does! HE LOOKS FOR ANOTHER SCISSORS KICK BUT NICK PULLS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! HE GETS UP AND BEHIND HIS OPPONENT! HE LOCKS HIM IN A SLEEPER HOLD!
Rich Russillo: But it doesn’t last for long! Montana is able to lunge forward and get a hand on the top rope! The referee immediately tells the two to separate and NICK obliges! BUT OF COURSE THERE COMES THE SUCKER PUNCH FROM MONTANA! HE GETS HIM WITH A JUMPING KNEE! He then sends him right into the corner with the Irish whip! HE MEETS HIM THERE WITH ANOTHER ONE! It catches him right underneath the jaw! He then goes to lift him up, trying to get NICK on that top turnbuckle!
Thadd Blazevich: It looks bro has succeeded here! He clips up after him and delivers some hard right hands! Montana has some dangerous intentions here dude! He wears his opponent down and now tries to lift him up…HE WANTS THAT HAIL MARY! BUT NICK IS SHOWING SOME RESISTANCE HERE! He shows some hands back, trying to escape before it’s too late! It looks like he might succeed here too…NO! MONTANA GETS A MASSIVE HEADBUTT IN! HE THEN LIFTS NICK UP AND THROWS HIM DOWN WITH THE TOP ROPE MOONSAULT FALLAWAY SLAM! HAIL MARY! He immediately goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
T-
Persephone: How the hell did NICK kick out of that? That was a pretty brutal move there but somehow this kid is still kicking. Diego Montana looks at the referee with a confused look, definitely thinking the match should have ended right there. Me too bud, me too.
Rich Russillo: And now he has no choice but to get back on the grind here! Diego Montana grabs his opponent and sends him back into the corner! THIS TIME HE GETS HIM WITH A SUPERKICK! He then drapes his face on that middle turnbuckle, setting up for another big move here! He heads to the other side of the ring and then makes a mad dash to get some speed in! HE THEN SWINGS HIS LEGS THROUGH AND LOOKS FOR THAT DIRTY MAVERICK!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT BRO CATCHES THE LEGS! NICK is able to catch him before the move can connect and drags him back towards the center of the ring! HE GETS MONTANA IN THE BOSTON CRAB! Another submission hold locked in from NICK! He puts all the weight he can down on that lower body, doing his best to make this one hurt! You can see Montana desperately trying to crawl towards those ropes, looking to get the break! But NICK is able to hold him where he is, not letting this one slip away!
Persephone: BUT MONTANA PUSHES UP AND THEN ROLLS FORWARD! He sends his opponent forward as well and escapes the hold! He gets up onto his feet and before NICK can register just what happened…HE’S TAKEN DOWN BY THE ROLLING FLAT-LINER! His face is driven right into the mat!
Rich Russillo: Montana doesn’t waste a moment here! He immediately makes his way up onto that top rope! He knows what he needs to do next! He taunts his opponent and the entire audience! HE THEN COMES DOWN WITH THAT LATIN LOVER SPLASH!
Thadd Blazevich: NO BRO! NICK MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! As he tries to get back up onto his feet, his opponent is on him in a flash! NICK NEARLY TAKES BROS HEAD OFF WITH A SLIDING LARIAT! He then grabs the arms and traps them into position! HE PULLS MONTANA UP TO SHOW OFF FOR THE CROWD…AND THEN BRO STOMPS HIS FACE RIGHT INTO THE MAT! HE CALLS THAT ONE THE STOMP THE STUPID OUT! I wonder if he did just that there! He hooks the leg for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Persephone: What? He gets the shoulder up! Dude, come on, one of these guys has to stay down! NICK thought it was going to be all over there…but he’s not going to be mad that it didn’t. Dude is about to lock in here. He deadlifts the barely moving opponent back up! HE GETS HIM UP IN THE AIR FOR THE POWERBOMB…
Rich Russillo: But his opponent rains down punches right into his head! Montana manages to get dropped down to the mat here! He immediately places his opponent in a headlock! He’s applying some pressure here but not enough! NICK is able to break free and sends his opponent into the ropes! OFF THE REBOUND HE TRIES FOR THE BICYCLE KICK BUT MONTANA AVOIDS IT! Montana keeps building up some speed and meets NICK in the middle of the ring with a slingblade! Perfect take down there!
Thadd Blazevich: But bro needs to dig down deep and figure out how he’s going to put this one away! It looks like he might have some idea here! HE TAKES A RUNNING START AND LEAPS UP! HE DELIVERS A GNARLY DOUBLE STOMP RIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF HIS OPPONENT! Brutal! He then keeps rushing forward, making his way up towards the corner…HE LEAPS UP AND THEN COMES BACK WITH THE METROPLEX CITY BOY! THE MOONSAULT LANDS AND HE HOOKS THE LEG!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
Persephone: NO! NICK KICKS OUT AGAIN! How is this guy not down for the count yet? Montana is staring daggers into the official now, insisting that this one had to have ended there! But the ref holds the decision so Montana delivers a nasty kick right to the spine of his opponent! He then lifts him up onto his feet…AND DROPS HIM WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! Come on, just finish this!
Rich Russillo: That seems to be what Montana has in here folks! He wants to put this one to rest right here, right now! He takes hold of his opponent and brings him towards the ropes! HE GETS HIM LINED UP FOR THAT PILEDRIVER! WE’RE ABOUT TO SEE LIVING LIKE DIEGO!
Thadd Blazevich: No we ain’t dude! His opponent pulls back and rocks him with a right cross! NICK then reenters the ring and gets him with the backfist! He staggers his opponent with that one! And now he’s barely able to move! NICK FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH A ROLLING ELBOW! He completely turns him around with that one! HE THEN GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND….AND UNLOADS WITH THAT SUPLEX COMBINATION! HERE IT COMES THREE THE HARD WAY! He then bridges that last suplex right into the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
Persephone: Another kick out? Really? NICK looks actually shocked about that one! He thought that he just pulled his second win in a row! But now he wants to secure it any way he can! He reaches down and drags his opponent back up to his feet! HE THEN GETS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! HE GETS HIM IN POSITION FOR THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! HERE COMES THE BITCH MADE!
Rich Russillo: BUT MONTANA IS ABLE TO SLIP OFF THE SHOULDERS! He then leaps up and nails his opponent in the back of the head with a dropkick! From there, Montana brings him back up to his feet! HE GETS HIM WITH A BACKBREAKER ON THE KNEE! He then chains that right into the Butterfly Suplex! That was a perfect takedown right there! Montana rolls back up to his feet! There is a smile on his face here as he gets ready to put NICK away for good!
Thadd Blazevich: Bro lifts his opponent up over his head here! Montana gets him in perfect position for that Latino Inferno! BUT NOW HIS OPPONENT SLIPS OFF THE SHOULDERS! NICK GETS BEHIND HIM AGAIN AND DRIVES HIM RIGHT INTO THE GROUND WITH THE DRAGON SUPLEX! Another flawless suplex from NICK right there dude! He picks him up, bringing up to his feet and applying another submission hold! STANDING DRAGON SLEEPER!
Persephone: Damn, NICK is doing everything he can with this, desperately trying to put this one to a close! BUT HIS OPPONENT TRIES TO FIGHT BACK! HE DOESN’T LIKE THAT SO HE STARTS SLAMMING FISTS DOWN RIGHT INTO HIS CHEST! HAMMERSTRIKE OVER AND OVER AGAIN!
Rich Russillo: Montana isn’t able to get out of this…WAIT! HE BRINGS HIS KNEE UP AND BACK! IT GETS HIM RIGHT IN THE FOREHEAD! It breaks the hold and Montana lands on the ground! He tries to scramble back onto his feet but NICK stays on him! HE GOES FOR A FOREARM SMASH! His opponent is able to catch the arms! MONTANA THEN GETS HIM WITH A JUMPING KNEE! It catches him right underneath the jaw! HE GOES TO RUN THE ROPES BUT NICK CATCHES HIS ARM!
Thadd Blazevich: HE PULLS HIM BACK IN AND DROPS HIM WITH A TIGER SUPLEX! Diego hits the mat hard there! It looks like this might be the end right here, NICK is stalking him…waiting for him to get back to his feet! HE COCKS THE ARM BACK AS MONTANA STANDS UP! HE THEN RUSHES FORWARD AND UNLEASHES THE SPINBACK!
Persephone: BUT IT DOESN’T CONNECT! MONTANA DUCKS UNDER IT AND ROLLS NICK UP! AND LOOK AT THAT! HE HAS THE TIGHTS! THE REFEREE DOESN’T EVEN SEE IT!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘COMO CAPO’ by Clave Especial ft. Fuerza Regida blasts throughout the arena as Diego Montana scrambles out of the ring and heads up the ramp with a smirk. All of the fans in attendance begin to boo, meanwhile NICK rushes back to his feet, in disbelief after Diego was able to pull off the cheap victory.)
Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…DIIIIIEEGGOOOOO MOONNNTTAAAAANNNAAA!
Rich Russillo: I cannot believe what we just witnessed here! Diego Montana just absolutely stole this match from NICK! I mean, it looked like he was about to get struck down by that flying forearm smash but he was able to avoid it! He grabbed the tights and it was over from there!
Thadd Blazevich: Credit to both bros for that one! That was a highly competitive bout from start to finish there! In the end! Both of them did whatever had to be done in this one! But it was Montana with that split decision to hold the tights that meant that NICK was going home without the win!
(The camera pans to NICK in the ring, looking pissed off at the result of this match. He stares at Diego Montana, just shaking his head as Montana is seen celebrating on the stage with a large grin on his face. As Montana celebrates his victory, the camera fades elsewhere.)
(Commercial for the upcoming Marvel Rivals season, featuring Jake Smith as he showcases gameplay of Gambit.)
(Voltage returns from break and opens up backstage. Kai Rabeaux stands in front of Captain Charisma’s office and he is knocking on the door. Eden Sinclair opens it up and she smiles when she sees Kai.)
Eden Sinclair: Mr. 24/7! How can I help you?
Kai Rabeaux: That’s a rather loaded question, Eden. Is Captain Charisma here? I’d like to speak with both of you.
???: Let him in, Eden.
(Eden steps back and Captain Charisma is seen behind his desk. He finishes typing something out on his phone and looks up, motioning for Kai to take a seat. Eden settles herself down in a chair besides Kai and everyone is silent for a few moments. Finally, Kai clears his throat.)
Kai Rabeaux: I’m pretty frustrated with the incompetence that was on display last week during my match against Daniella, Diego, and Chiyo. I had that match won, and I am well aware that Daniella did as well, but instead of pointing out that both of us had pinfalls, the referee decided he was only going to count Daniella’s.
(Captain Charisma and Eden Sinclair exchange looks with one another, both clearly perplexed by Kai’s opinion on the match.)
Captain Charisma: Now Kai, while I appreciate your competitive spirit, it seems like you have forgotten the fact that Diego did get his shoulder up at the absolute last possible second. Chiyo wasn’t able to do that, or kick out. So technically, the referee did the right thing according to the replay. I will admit, a replay was definitely needed to prove that he made the right call, but ultimately, the decision to award Daniella the victory was correct.
Kai Rabeaux: :francis:
(Kai shakes his head, extremely disappointed with what Captain Charisma just said.)
Kai Rabeaux: The fact a replay was even needed to confirm Diego lifted his shoulder up leads me to believe that he did no such thing in the allotted amount of time. I have every right to be frustrated at this situation because quite frankly, I don’t think the pin should have been counted.
Eden Sinclair: I don’t understand. It is the referee’s job to count whenever someone’s shoulders are on the mat.
Kai Rabeaux: Even if it was going to lead to confusion? Come on, Eden. If the referee was that perplexed as to what to do, which he was, he should have pointed out that we both could not get the fall.
Captain Charisma: Be that as it may, he made the decision to count and unfortunately for you, Diego was able to get his shoulder up. Daniella was the rightful winner of the match, and quite frankly, I don’t know why we are discussing this. You know as well as I do that the referee’s decision is final, and it’s not like I’m just going to overturn it. Besides…
(Captain Charisma sits back in his chair and narrows his eyes at Kai.)
Captain Charisma: Your poor sportsmanship after the match leaves a lot to be desired. I understand the situation made you angry, but I don’t condone taking your feelings out on the referee. You put your hands on him, and even if the referee was in the wrong, I would have taken his side after you reacted the way you did.
Kai Rabeaux: Are you being serious right now?
Captain Charisma: I am. I have high expectations for you, Kai, hence the reason I drafted you. You have done nothing but impress since your arrival at the very beginning of the year. You have the look, the talent, and the charisma to go very far in this business, and I was stoked to bring you to Voltage.
(Kai smirks because Captain Charisma isn’t saying anything new.)
Captain Charisma: But your attitude sucks and it rubs me the wrong way.
(The smirk slides right off Kai’s face and is replaced with one of annoyance.)
Kai Rabeaux: Perhaps my attitude ‘rubs you the wrong way’ but it is warranted and why I’ve been so successful this early into my EAW tenure. I am not here to let referees, or anyone else for that matter, stand in my way when it comes to victory. I expect you to understand this, Captain Charisma, especially since you fancy yourself to be a fan of mine.
Captain Charisma: You are entitled to your opinion, Kai, but so am I. You were instrumental in helping Voltage win War Games and when you decide it is time for you to capture a singles championship, I have no doubt that you will do just that. However, I stand by what I said and what happened last week isn’t going to change. You had a setback, if you even wish to view it like that. I have no doubt that you will bounce back. In fact, did Ashlynn not issue a challenge to Fire & Ice for F*ck Your Thanksgiving earlier tonight for the two of you?
(Kai nods. Challenging for the Unified Tag Team Championships wasn’t on his bingo card for the year, but that’s the plan now. Ashlynn had wanted to do something special for their first ever Thanksgiving as a couple, and Kai had suggested possibly challenging for the titles. Ashlynn had been more than game, dreams of being a double champion dancing in her head, and Kai certainly wasn’t opposed to such a thing either.)
Kai Rabeaux: She did because why not? Voltage needs tag teams, and you have not announced anything in regards to the Tag Team Turmoil Tournament returning. We just decided to take it upon ourselves to end the reign of Fire & Ice.
(Captain Charisma and Eden look at one another and grin.)
Eden Sinclair: Should Fire & Ice accept that challenge, and I have no doubt they’ll be happy too, I think F*ck Your Thanksgiving will be the perfect show for that match!
Captain Charisma: I agree. Rex McAllister and Raven Roberts have an extensive history with the Voltage brand and it will be nice to welcome them back, even if it’s for them to lose their championships. I hope Ashlynn and yourself realize how big of an opportunity this could be, especially with Ashlynn being the New Breed Champion and you holding a lot of power in your hands.
(Kai’s voice is curt as he replies, due to his own disdain for how this conversation has gone so far.)
Kai Rabeaux: We are aware, yes, and before you assume we are doing this for Voltage bragging rights, let me assure you we are not. I did my job at Territorial Invasion to give you that. These Unified Tag Team Championships will be for Ashlynn and myself, and our own selfish needs.
(Captain Charisma nods and stands up. Eden and Kai take the cue and do as well, and the Voltage Commissioner extends his hand. Kai doesn’t want to take it but he does anyway and the two men shake.)
Captain Charisma: I know this conversation didn’t pan out who you wanted, but Kai? You’re one of the most talented wrestlers to come along in quite some time, and I would hate to see squander that potential by becoming just another Elitist who cries over spilt milk.
(Kai says nothing and shoots a glare at Captain Charisma. He leaves the office, shutting the door behind him. Waiting for him a few feet away is Ashlynn. She greets Kai by wrapping her arms around his waist.)
Ashlynn Quinn: How did it go, babe? You don’t look very happy.
Kai Rabeaux: I’m not. Charisma wouldn’t even hear me out. He claimed the referee had every right to count both falls, and that Diego did get the shoulder up in time.
Ashlynn Quinn: Ewww! I didn’t know Captain Charisma was such an uggo! The fact he doesn’t see how horrible that referee is is uncalled for!
Kai Rabeaux: Indeed it is, but both Sinclair and Charisma agreed should Fire & Ice accept our challenge, F*ck Your Thanksgiving is where it will take place.
(Ashlynn squeals in delight and hugs Kai tightly.)
Ashlynn Quinn: We’re going to be champs, babe! EEEEEEEEEEK!!!!! I am SO excited!!!
Kai Rabeaux: Indeed. I am as well.
Ashlynn Quinn: I guess all that’s left to do is take care of Daniella Atlas, hm?
(Kai nods.)
Kai Rabeaux: She should have taken her tainted victory and left the ring last week. Instead, she did the foolish thing and escalated a situation that she had already benefitted from. I am not impressed with her nor does it matter if she suddenly finds herself in Minerva’s favor. I will handle them both, and Selina Reyes if it’s necessary.
Ashlynn Quinn: Such dumb bitches! They don’t even know just how good you are.
(A true grin crosses Kai’s face and he leans down to kiss Ashlynn. After a moment, they break apart, and Kai takes Ashlynn’s hand. The two start to walk off and disappear around the corner. Once they are out of sight, someone steps out of the shadows and she has a big smile on her face.)
(Daniella Atlas has heard every work of the exchange between Kai and Ashlynn, and she looks more than pleased with what she heard. She takes a deep breath and starts to head off in the opposite direction as Voltage fades to another backstage area.)
(The scene opens backstage where Chris Elite is seen pacing. In fact, he is pacing in front of one particular lockerroom door and it just so happens to be the one that belongs to the Hall of Famer, Minerva. A lot has gone down between those two the last few weeks, and it all came to a head last week when Chris squared off against one of Minerva’s proteges in Selina Reyes. Just thinking about that match brings a scowl to Chris’ face and he stops pacing. He goes to knock, stops himself, and feels his frustration building. He thinks about knocking again, decides against it, and goes to walk off. Chris stops a few feet away, thinks for a moment, and then turns around. He goes right back to the lockerroom but before he reaches the door, he is intercepted by Fight Grid host and backstage correspondent, Molly Waters.)
Molly Waters: Chris! Do you have a moment to spare? I’d like to get a few words from you about this whole situation with Minerva.
(A tired sigh escapes from Chris’ lips.)
Chris Elite: Man, I don’t know what ya want me to say. It’s all bullshit as far as I’m concerned and last week was real annoying. Clearly Minerva wants to keep playing games and I don’t really know where her head is at. But I don’t really appreciate her taking a win away from me whether Selina’s her new project or not.
Molly Waters: Your frustration is evident, and it’s understandable. However, I get that Minerva pushed your foot off the ropes, which gave Selina the victory, but it seems like you two were going to end up going on a date regardless.
(Chris frowns.)
Chris Elite: It’s not so much about that. It’s about the fact Road to Redemption is comin’ up and I want a shot at the EAW Championship. Maybe I shouldn’t still have that as my goal but I do. I know my season has been up and down, and that shit sucks, but I done proved multiple times that I can figure out a way to bounce back. No better way to end the year than by competing in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, amirite? A win over Selina coulda helped me state my case, but because Minerva is Minerva and likes to play these damn games, I’m standing here scratching my head and tryna to figure out what I gotta do now. It sucks and I’m pissed off.
(Molly nods her head in understanding.)
Molly Waters: What’s your plans heading towards the Super Voltage Special, F*ck Your Thanksgiving, and Road to Redemption? As of right now, there’s only one qualifying match scheduled for the EAW Championship Extreme Elimination Chamber. Jon Kelton and Bronson Daniels will be having a rematch from Wicked Games. How do you plan to get yourself into the chamber?
Chris Elite: I mean if I knew, then I wouldn’t be standing here, now would I? I’d be out in the ring, beating the shit out of someone, and demanding that Captain Charisma and Eden Sinclair gimme my shot. I mean I know shit sounds simple enough but it’s not; not on a brand like Voltage. Instead, I don’t know whether or not I should knock on Minerva’s door and find out when I should pick her up, or just flat-out choke her.
???: Nothing wrong with a little choking.
(Minerva slinks into the picture, licking her lips and running her hand across Chris’ chest. He snatches her by the wrist and glares at her, but all Minerva does is giggle.)
Minerva: If you want a chance to compete in the chamber, then just go challenge someone for a spot. It’s really that easy.
(Chris narrows his eyes at Minerva’s lackadaisical tone.)
Chris Elite: How about I challenge you then?
(Minerva easily pulls free from Chris’ gasp and places her arms around his neck. Molly politely excuses herself from the scene, but neither Minerva nor Chris seem to notice.)
Minerva: As much as I would LOVE to beat you again, I have other plans when it comes to Road to Redemption.
(Chris, who hasn’t removed Minerva’s arms, raises an eyebrow.)
Chris Elite: Oh yeah? Like what?
Minerva: That’s something only Selina, Daniella, and myself need to know right now. But soon enough, Voltage will see just how serious the three of us are when it comes to asserting ourselves. I sent a warning out last week but I know people like to pretend spoken words don’t have actual meaning behind them. At least that’s been my experience here.
(Chris says nothing but he does wrap his arms around Minerva’s waist. The distance between the two of them gets smaller, and neither one seems to mind.)
Chris Elite: You know what you did last week was fucked, right?
Minerva: Mm. Maybe, but you’re not getting an apology if that’s what you’re fishing for. Selina and Daniella are my priorities at the moment, and so is ensuring their success. You’re already a Hall of Famer, and Selina wants to get there. Besides, seeing you lose did nothing but benefit me.
Chris Elite: Seeing me lose? YOU caused me to lose. The fuck you talking about?
(Minerva giggles again and presses a teasing, albeit chaste kiss on Chris’ lips.)
Minerva: Calm down. My interests align with Selina’s and now you get the honor of taking me out on a date. I don’t know why you’re so salty about everything.
Chris Elite: Really? I really just said I wanna be in the Extreme Elimination Chamber and needed the win.
(Minerva releases Chris and gives him a thoughtful look.)
Minerva: Serious question, Bhris. What do you gain from having a win over Selina?
(Chris opens his mouth to reply but shuts it because clearly he stood to gain nothing last week. The match was for his ego and nothing more, and sure, he could have used the momentum. However Selina is not yet an established name. Minerva is looking to start from scratch with her. Minerva sees the wheels turning in Chris’ head and she gives him a gentle smile.)
Minerva: All you would have gotten is a win, and it wouldn’t have done anything to elevate you. You should be able to beat Elitists like Selina because that’s what’s expected of you. Now, in a few months? Selina is going to be untouchable and a win over her is going to be a big deal, and you know that I’m speaking the truth. You have a right to be angry that I pushed your foot off the rope, but come on. You’ve been wanting to take me out for ages and I simply helped you with that.
(Chris stays silent, running through everything in his head. He’s in a stagnant position right now and a win would have at least made him feel better, but he had to concede that Minerva was right. He was expected to beat someone like Selina, who was just getting her career started. He wouldn’t have necessarily been looked at for a chamber spot after beating her. He looks Minerva up and down, and finally some of the tension leaves his body. He’ll have to figure out another way to get himself on Captain Charisma’s radar.)
Chris Elite: About the date…
Minerva: I have it pretty much planned.
(A coy smile crosses her ruby red lips and unable to help himself, Chris looks intrigued.)
Chris Elite: What if I had my own thing in mind?
(Minerva tilts her head to the side and considers this. She knows exactly what she wants out of this but she is curious to see if she and Chris are on the same page.)
Minerva: Hm. Well next Friday night then. Birmingham, Alabama isn’t exactly what I’d call a romantic city, but I trust you’ll make it work.
(Chris lets the smirk on his face speak for itself and closes the gap between himself and Minerva. He puts his hand on her waist and kisses her, drawing it out before purposely pulling away. Minerva’s swollen lips form a pout and she shakes her head.)
Minerva: No one likes a tease, Bhristopher.
Chris Elite: You did that shit for weeks and now it’s my turn. I gotta chat with Captain Charisma before I leave, but I think business between us is done for now. Text me where you’re saying and trust.
Minerva: Alright. I’m placing everything in your capable hands, then.
(Minerva licks her lips and turns to walk away. She stops after a few steps and turns to look over her shoulder.)
Minerva: Bhris?
Chris Elite: Yea?
Minerva: Don’t let me down.
(Minerva winks at him and saunters away, flipping her bright orange hair over her shoulder. Once she’s out of sight, Chris shakes his head.)
Chris Elite: SHIT! How the fuck I’m supposed to plan some big ass date in Birmingham :mjlol:.
(Chris kicks a piece of nearby equipment before heading off, most likely in the direction of Captain Charisma’s office.)
(Voltage cuts to ringside.)
MIKU AND CODY
(The camera cuts back to the ring where Cody Maverick is sat down in the corner, surrounded by two medical personnel checking into his damaged knee. Cody’s in a world of pain as ‘RUNITUP’ by Tyler, The Creator ft. Teezo Touchdown plays to a chorus of boos. Bella’s a bit confused, but continues with the ring announcement anyways as Cosmo marches down the ramp.)
Bella Braxton: And his opponent! Hailing from The Golden State, weighing in at 220 pounds…HE IS COSMO “MONEY MO” GOLDWORTHY!!
Thadd Blazevich: Uh… is Cosmo supposed to be out here?
Rich Russillo: Well, there hasn’t been an official word given on if the match is cancelled or not.
Thadd Blazevich: I guess, but cmon. There’s no way Maverick can continue after the number Miku did on him.
Persephone: You’re right, the referee should just give Cosmo the win by forfeit.
(‘RUNITUP’ by Tyler, The Creator ft. Teezo Touchdown fades in the background as Cosmo bounces up and down in his corner, demanding for Cody to get up, so the match can begin already. The medical team calls the ref over to inform Cody can’t continue, but Cody tells the referee he can go, defying their orders as he pulls himself back up to a vertical base in the corner.)
Persephone: You’ve gotta be kidding me.
(Medical tries to argue with Cody, but he won’t budge, and forces them to exit the ring. The referee checks in with Cody one last time before he signals for the bell with Cosmo extremely confident in his chances.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: The bell has rung, and Cosmo is understandably oozing confidence to start this one off. Cody was adamant on continuing forth with the match, but will that be to his detriment?
Persephone: Duh! No one would’ve blamed him for doing the smart thing, and simply walking away. But noooo, he had to continue with the match, and force everyone to sit through this inevitable massacre. I just hope it isn’t boring like all the other Cosmo matches… and Cody matches too now that I think about it. Ah, we’re in for a real shitter.
Thadd Blazevich: Cmon, Persephone. The first step towards enjoying yourself is putting a positive spin on things.
Persephone: For once in your pathetic existence, you might be right. Guess I can find some joy in the fact Cody’s about to suffer for his own dumb choices. 😌
Thadd Blazevich: Uh, that’s not… you know what? Sure thing, what the hell!
(Cosmo slowly makes his way over to the opposite corner, taunting and trash talking Cody along the way. Maverick’s propped up in the corner, barely able to stand without assistance from the ropes whilst favoring his knee.)
Rich Russillo: Uh-oh, Cosmo’s closed in. But his arrogance might get the better of him here as he’s yet to capitalize, continuing to trash talk Cody in the corner- OOH! CODY SHUTS HIM UP WITH A HARD SLAP ACROSS THE FACE!
(Cosmo staggers back as Cody stands on his own accord, albeit putting no weight on his injured knee, urging Cosmo to bring it!)
Thadd Blazevich: COSMO’S REGISTERED THAT SLAP, AND I THINK ITS GAVE HIM THE KICK IN THE PANTS HE NEEDED TO FOCUS!
Rich Russillo: ITS CERTAINLY FIRED HIM UP AS HE GRABS CODY BY THE THROAT WITH BOTH HANDS, AND DRIVES HIM BACK INTO THE CORNER! COSMO’S SHOWING A MEAN STREAK AS HE CONTINUES TO CHOKE CODY MAVERICK IN THAT CORNER! FORCING THE REFEREE TO INTERVENE!
Persephone: No, wait! Let Cosmo kill him!
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
Thadd Blazevich: Finally, Cosmo relents-
(Cosmo breaks the choke, and Cody coughs in the corner as Cosmo raises both hands up, showing the referee there’s no contact before-)
Thadd Blazevich: OH, CMON DUDE! CHEAP SHOT! COSMO CHEAP SHOTS CODY IN THE CORNER WITH A KICK TO THE GUT, AND CONTINUES STOMPING A MUDHOLE INTO HIM! SINKING CODY DOWN TO A SEATED POSITION BEFORE COSMO PRESSES HIS FOOT INTO CODY’S THROAT FOR A CORNER CHOKE! AGAIN, THE REFEREE GETS INVOLVED!
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
Rich Russillo: The referee pulls Cosmo away, giving Cody the separation he so desperately needs right now.
Thadd Blazevich: Cosmo gets backed into the opposite corner, and the referee’s yelling at him for constantly disobeying the rules thus far. BUT COSMO PUSHES PAST HIM, AND CHARGES AT CODY IN THE OPPOSITE CORNER FOR A RUNNING HIP ATTACK!
Rich Russillo: CODY HEAD SUFFERED INTENSE WHIPLASH OFF THAT MOVE, AND GETS ROLLED OUT OF THE CORNER BY COSMO FOR A COVER! HOOKING THE LEG!
ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Rich Russillo: SHOULDER UP!
Persephone: Oh, BROTHER!
Thadd Blazevich: Kickout by Cody, but Cosmo’s confidence hasn’t been shaken at all as he grabs hold of Maverick, pulling him back to his feet. Cosmo then CHUCKS Cody out through the middle rope!
(Cody favors his knee on the outside, and Cosmo gestures dusting his hands off before taunting to the audience while the referee begins counting in the background.)
Referee: ONE! …TWO! …THREE! …FOUR!
Persephone: Finally, someone around here with some common sense.
Rich Russillo: I guess Cosmo’s ready to take this one home early, and doesn’t care how he overcomes Maverick on this night, but rather that he just overcomes him.
Thadd Blazevich: Knowing Cosmo, he might be giving Cody an out. A way to make the pain stop as the referee continues his count on Maverick.
Referee: …SIX! …SEVEN!
Rich Russillo: Referee’s at the count of seven, and Cosmo’s daring Cody to get back inside the ring as he’s using the apron to stand himself up.
Persephone: Just stay down! Fuck!
Referee: …EIGHT! …NINE!
Rich Russillo: MAVERICK BREAKS THE COUNT! ROLLING BACK INTO THE RING BEFORE TEN! MIKU’S BEATING DID A NUMBER, BUT IT HASNT EXTINGUISHED THE FIRE WITHIN MAVERICK TO KEEP ON PUSHING FORWARD!
Thadd Blazevich: Cosmo can’t believe that Cody would willingly choose to get back inside the ring with him, going as far to call out Maverick for said poor choices.
(Cosmo hunches over, continuing to trash talk Cody Maverick as he makes it up to all fours. Maverick’s looking up to Cosmo with intensity and determination in his eyes.)
Rich Russillo: COSMO POPS CODY MAVERICK IN THE SKULL WITH A RIGHT! CODY’S FEELING THE EFFECTS OF THAT ONE, CLUTCHING AT HIS HEAD WHILE HE RISES TO A KNEE! CODY’S STILL TRYING TO REGAIN A VERTICAL BASE, ATTEMPTING TO GRIT THROUGH THE PAIN! BUT GOLDWORTHY WANTS TO SNUFF OUT ANY MOMENTUM EARLY WITH ANOTHER SHOT TO THE HEAD!
Thadd Blazevich: THEY SEEM TO BE FIRING CODY UP MORE THAN ANYTHING AS HE RISES TO HIS FEET! FUELING OFF THE ENERGY OF THESE FANS! COSMO WONT START TO PANIC YET, HOWEVER, AS HE GOES FOR ANOTHER RIGHT HAND ON CODY-
Rich Russillo: BUT MAVERICK BLOCKS IT! MAVERICK BLOCKS THE RIGHT HAND, AND RESPONDS BACK WITH ONES OF HIS OWN! A FLURRY OF RIGHT HANDS CONNECTING! ONE AFTER ANOTHER- BUT COSMO GOES RIGHT BACK TO THE INJURED KNEE WITH A HARD KICK!
Persephone: Ha! Serves him right!
Thadd Blazevich: Cody staggers a bit, favoring that knee as he doubles over! Cosmo’s got a smug grin on his face, realizing he just regained control, and charges off the ropes for a- WELL, I WAS GOING TO SAY CLOTHESLINE! BUT MAVERICK DUCKS UNDERNEATH, AND FLOORS GOLDWORTHY WITH A BIG BACK ELBOW!
Rich Russillo: COSMO SCRAMBLES TO HIS FEET, AND GETS IMMEDIATELY DROPPED WITH A CLOTHESLINE! CODY STARTING TO PICK UP MOMENTUM, AND COSMO’S RUNNING OFF PURE INSTINCT AS HE GETS BACK TO HIS FEET A THIRD TIME!
Thadd Blazevich: CODY SCOOPS HIM, AND SENDS HIM DOWN WITH A BODY SLAM! MAVERICK ALMOST LOST HIS FOOTING THERE, BUT MANAGES TO STAND HIS GROUND AFTERWARDS, FAVORING THAT INJURED KNEE!
(The crowd reaction rises while Maverick finishes favoring the knee, sensing he’s in perfect positioning, something Maverick realizes too as he licks his finger shortly afterwards.)
Rich Russillo: YOU KNOW WHAT’S COMING!
Crowd: CO-DY MAVERICK!
Rich Russillo: MAVERICK BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES, MOVING GINGERLY ON THAT LEG, AND LEAPS IN THE AIR FOR A JUMPING ELBOW DROP! NOW, COSMO SLOWLY REGAINS HIS FOOTING AS MAVERICK HAS HIM LINED UP! COSMO HAS NO IDEA WHAT’S BEHIND HIM AS HE TURNS AROUND!
Thadd Blazevich: KICK TO THE GUT! FOLLOWED BY A SIN CITY- NO! COSMO SHOVED MAVERICK OFF, AND STAGGERS TO THE CORNER! DESPERATE TO CREATE SOME SPACE!
Persephone: I was going to say, there’s no way he loses to a one-legged man in the ass kicking contest, right?
Rich Russillo: CODY MARCHES AFTER A STUNNED COSMO IN THE CORNER, AND CLIMBS UP TO THE MIDDLE ROPE! REIGNING DOWN WITH PUNCHES AS THE CROWD COUNTS ALONG!
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN!
Thadd Blazevich: MAVERICK’S STARTING TO ALTERNATE FISTS NOW! UPPING HIS AGGRESSION A BIT!
Referee: FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN-
Rich Russillo: CROWDS LOST COUNT AS MAVERICK CONTINUES WITH THE RAPID FIRE PUNCHES! EVENTUALLY, COSMO HAS ENOUGH, AND PUSHES COSMO IN AN ACT OF DESPERATION TO GET AWAY AS HE ROLLS OUT UNDERNEATH THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Persephone: Kudos to this crowd, I’m surprised they can even count to ten, let alone up eighteen.
Thadd Blazevich: Cosmo tries shaking the cobwebs out of his head as he’s doubled over ringside, on wobbly legs after the receiving end of so many punches from Maverick! The former Golden Gloves Boxer knows how to throw hands, and he’s got something big planned next!
Rich Russillo: Cody’s pounding on his knee, trying to get the blood pumping to it before running off the ropes! BUILDING MOMENTUM FOR A- NO! CODY WAS BUILDING MOMENTUM FOR SOMETHING, BUT COSMO SLIDES IN THE RING, AND HALTS IT WITH A FRONT CHOP BLOCK! COSMO COLLIDED INTO THE KNEE SO HARD, IT MADE MAVERICK DO A FRONT FLIP!
Thadd Blazevich: COSMO RUSHES BACK TO HIS FEET AS CODY TRIES RISING UP TO A KNEE! GOLDWORTHY STANDS HIM UP, AND SPIKES HIM WITH A DDT! COSMO MOVES INTO THE COVER, HOOKING THE LEG!
ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHH-
Rich Russillo: CODY STAYS IN IT!
Persephone: “Great.” 🙄
Thadd Blazevich: Cosmo’s a little annoyed with Maverick delaying what’s, in his mind, good as done. But doesn’t have an issue with inflicting more pain upon Cody Maverick, and stands him back up for a KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST!
Rich Russillo: MAVERICK TEETERED THERE BRIEFLY! ALMOST GETTING KNOCKED OVER BY COSMO’S CHOP THERE, BUT STUMBLES INTO THE CORNER INSTEAD!
Thadd Blazevich: Cosmo creates a bit of space before CHARGING MAVERICK WITH A STINGER SPLASH IN THE CORNER! BUT CODY EVADED! COSMO HITS FACE FIRST ON THE TOP OF THE LED RINGPOST, AND STAGGERS BACK INTO A JUMPING NECKBREAKER BY CODY!
Rich Russillo: CODY CLIMBS TO THE MIDDLE ROPE, GOING TO FOLLOW IT UP WITH SOMETHING BIG! BUT COSMO SPRINGS TO HIS FEET, AND RUSHES MAVERICK ON THE MIDDLE ROPE- CODY LEAPS OVER HIM! LANDING ON HIS FEET, BUT AGGRAVATES THAT KNEE INJURY ONCE AGAIN!
Persephone: Yeah, that was real smart. Go ahead, and jump on your injured leg. Moron.
Thadd Blazevich: I THINK CODY ACTED OFF INSTINCT! BUT NOW, CODY’S DOUBLED OVER! FAVORING THAT KNEE AGAIN UNTIL COSMO COMES FROM BEHIND, AND HOOKS BOTH ARMS FOR “MONEY TALKS!” PLANTING CODY MAVERICK IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
Rich Russillo: MAVERICK’S GONE LIMP, AND COSMO ROLLS HIM OVER FOR A COVER! HOOKING THE LEG!
ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEE-
Rich Russillo: SO CLOSE! BUT CODY GOT THE SHOULDER UP! HOWEVER, NO WASTED MOVEMENT FROM COSMO! RUSHING BACK TO HIS FEET, AND MARCHING INTO THE CORNER! LINING CODY UP!
Persephone: Please tell me he hits the spear, and this one is overwith.
Thadd Blazevich: Maverick makes it to his feet as COSMO SHOOTS OUT OF THE CORNER! GOING FOR BROKE WITH “COLDEST WINTER!” BUT MAVERICK BLOCKS IT! PUNTING COSMO IN THE CHEST TO TURN HIM AROUND FOR A GERMAN SUPL- NO!
Rich Russillo: MAVERICK TRIED TO GET HIM UP, BUT THE KNEE HINDERED HIM! HOWEVER, HE’S STILL GOT THAT REAR WAISTLOCK APPLIED! THOUGH, NOT FOR LONG AS COSMO DELIVERS A FEW BACK ELBOWS TO THE FACE! BEFORE A STANDING SWITCH GETS HIM OUT OF IT, SLIPPING BEHIND CODY FOR A REAR WAISTLOCK OF HIS OWN!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT CODY ATTEMPTS TO FIGHT OUT OF IT! HOLDING HIS WEIGHT DOWN, AND ELBOWING GOLDWORTHY REPEATEDLY IN THE JAW! COSMO GETS BACKED UP AGAINST THE ROPES- BUT TRANSITIONS INTO A BACK SUPLEX ON CODY! SENDING HIM UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Rich Russillo: MAVERICK BACKFLIPPED, AND FELL FACE FIRST ON THE APRON HIS WAY DOWN! LANDING ON HIS INJURED KNEE AS WELL, WHICH HE CLUTCHES WHILST WRITHING IN PAIN ON THE FLOOR!
Persephone: Maybe Cosmo can try his luck again at getting Cody counted out.
Thadd Blazevich: No, it looks like Goldworthy’s actually going to follow Cody out there as he exits the ring. Dragging Maverick back to his feet, and going to slam him face first off the apron- BUT CODY GETS BOTH OF HIS HANDS IN FRONT TO BLOCK! DELIVERING A BACK ELBOW TO COSMO’S ABDOMEN BEFORE SLAMMING HIM FACE FIRST OFF THE APRON INSTEAD!
Rich Russillo: COSMO’S ON WOBBLY LEGS, AND CODY SCORES WITH A KICK TO THE GUT BEFORE ROLLING COSMO BACK INSIDE THE RING! HANGING HIM OVER THE APRON FOR A “MONEYMAKER!” DRAPING DDT ON THE OUTSIDE! REMEMBER, ITS THIN PADDING OUT THERE!
Thadd Blazevich: BRILLIANT USE OF THE ENVIRONMENT, BRO! CODY MAVERICK JUST SPIKED HIM, AND COSMO MIGHT BE OUT OF IT AS MAVERICK BEGINS TO STIR BACK TO HIS FEET!
Rich Russillo: Here’s where Maverick will run into a problem! He’s on a bad knee, and that’s over 200 pounds of dead weight he’ll have to haul back inside the ring! While having to beat a ten count!
Thadd Blazevich: You’re right, it’s one battle after another for Cody Maverick! Who crawls over to Cosmo, and pulls him back up to his feet. Cody goes to roll Cosmo back inside the ring- BUT COSMO COLLAPSES DOWN TO ALL FOURS! REELING FROM THAT DDT! MAKING MAVERICK’S JOB EVEN HARDER AS HE HAS TO PULL HIM BACK UP AGAIN!
Rich Russillo: FINALLY, Cody rolls Cosmo back inside the ring, and Cosmo’s stirring up to all fours. Cody has to hurry back inside, and goes to enter through the middle rope- BUT COSMO POUNCES! GRABBING HOLD OF HIS LEG, AND SCORING WITH A DRAGON SCREW ON MAVERICK!
Persephone: At some point, you’d think the ref would stop this.
Thadd Blazevich: Cosmo opportunistically struck! Targeting the knee of Maverick once again throughout this match, and Cody returns to his feet before limping heavily into the corner! Cosmo isn’t far behind him, and hoists Cody up into a tree-of-woe position!
Rich Russillo: COSMO STARTS HAMMERING DOWN ON CODY’S KNEE WITH PUNCHES! BEFORE CLIMBING TO THE TOP ROPE! COSMO MIGHT BE GOING FOR SOMETHING LIKE A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP AS CODY BEGINS TRYING TO PULL HIMSELF UP IN THE TREE OF WOE! COSMO GRINDED HIS BOOT INTO CODY’S INJURED KNEE, FORCING HIM TO-
Thadd Blazevich: BUT CODY! CODY LAUNCHES COSMO OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! THE CORE STRENGTH OF MAVERICK ON FULL DISPLAY AS HE DID THAT FROM A TREE OF WOE!
Rich Russillo: Cosmo writhes in pain on the canvas as Cody drops out the tree of woe position, and slowly pulls himself back up in the corner, utilizing assistance from the ropes. Cosmo returns to his feet, and DASHES TOWARD CODY!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT CODY CONNECTS WITH A BACK ELBOW! COSMO IS STAGGERED AS CODY LIMPS HIS WAY OUT FROM THE CORNER, STICKING CLOSE TO THE ROPES FOR ASSISTANCE STANDING! BUT COSMO CHARGES IN AGAIN- THIS TIME, GETTING SENT UP AND OVER CODY’S SHOULDER TO THE APRON!
Rich Russillo: COSMO CATCHES HIMSELF, AND CODY TURNS AROUND TO DELIVER A RIGHT HAND- BUT GETS BLOCKED! COSMO STAGGERS CODY WITH A RIGHT OF HIS OWN, AND SLINGSHOTS OVER THE TOP WITH A “GOLD RUSH!”
Thadd Blazevich: WENT FOR THE LARIAT, BUT CODY COUNTERS BY TRAPPING COSMO’S ARM FOR A KICK TO THE GUT! FOLLOWED BY A “SIN CITY STUNNER!”
Rich Russillo: THOUGH, ITS CLEAR CODY DIDNT GET ALL OF IT AS COSMO STUMBLES BACK AGAINST THE ROPES, AND REBOUNDS OFF AS CODY STRUGGLES BACK TO HIS FEET… “COLDEST WINTER!” CODY WAS NEARLY KNOCKED OUT OF HIS BOOTS WITH THAT SPEAR!
Thadd Blazevich: COSMO’S CLEARLY A BIT RATTLED STILL FROM THAT STUNNER! BUT BRO MANAGES TO CRAWL INTO THE COVER, HOOKING THE LEG!
ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Bella Braxton: HERE’S YOUR WINNER… COSMO GOLDWORTHY!
(Shock fills the arena ‘RUNITUP’ by Tyler, The Creator ft. Teezo Touchdown plays before instantly turning to boos. Cosmo sits up, favoring his jaw, but manages to form a smug smile, realizing he just picked up the biggest win of his career thus far.)
Rich Russillo: Definitely not the ending people were hoping for as Cosmo Goldworthy picks up the win over Cody Maverick.
Thadd Blazevich: This marks the biggest victory in Cosmo’s career! Beating Cody Maverick, who has been a pretty big part of the season! That’s gotta open some eyes, bro!
Persephone: Please, Cosmo did what was expected of him more than anything. No way he fumbled that alley given to him by Miku.
Rich Russillo: Still, it’s a big deal regardless. Maverick came close to victory there on occasion too, even hitting the “Sin City Stunner!” But not with the usual force behind it to win.
(Cosmo exits the ring, and backpedals up the ramp while jaw jacking with fans as he does so. Meanwhile, the camera cuts back to Cody Maverick in the ring, starting to come to as he coughs while lying down on the canvas. Cody sits up on his side, and he pounds the mat in anger/frustration.)
Thadd Blazevich: Uh-oh, trouble in paradise, bro. Cody Maverick is NOT happy.
Persephone: Would you be?
Thadd Blazevich: I was just pointing out- ah, nevermind.
(Cody favors his knee after sitting up completely, and notices the camera as it gets close enough to hear him.)
Cody Maverick: (off-mic) Miku… this isn’t over… that’s twice now you’ve messed with me.
(Cody winces from the pain to his ribs briefly before continuing his speech.)
Cody Maverick: (off-mic) Watch your back, bitch. Because I’m coming for you, and I vow to make you regret ever pinning your problems on me.
(Cody stares into the camera, sending a message directly to Miku, who is no doubt watching somewhere. Cody tries standing on his own accord, but the referee rushes in to help him before the camera fades elsewhere.)
(Promotional ad for Super Voltage: F*ck Your Thanksgiving, where Ashlynn Quinn and Kai Rabeaux look to challenge Fire & Ice for the Unified Tag Team Championships.)
(Voltage returns to ringside, and ‘The Leaving Song Pt. II by AFI hits, causing the crowd to explode with cheers. The camera pans towards the stage, and before long Hans Grayson can be seen beginning to walk out. The Cash in the Vault briefcase holder is dressed for his match against Drake Armstrong, which is up next. However, Hans is holding a microphone in his hand, and doesn’t appear to be pleased as he begins to make his way down the ramp and towards ringside.)
Rich Russillo: Hans Grayson is getting ready for a match I am sure he’s been waiting for for some time now, but first, it seems he has some words for us tonight.
Thadd Blazevich: Hans and Drake been going through it all season long, and now these two are finally going head to head! I can’t wait bro, but let’s hear what bro has to say. I’m sure he has a lot to get off his chest right now.
Persephone: So what? Does he think he’s the only one mad? I have to sit through awful wrestling matches every single week, but you don’t hear me complaining about it.
(Hans Grayson reaches the bottom of the ramp, making his way to ringside. Hans climbs onto the apron and enters the ring as the cheers continue, and soon after this his entrance music fades out. Hans takes a moment after this, shaking his head as he begins to speak.)
Hans Grayson: I know that I’m supposed to face Drake Armstrong in a bit, but before I can get to that there’s just something I want to say. I knew that I was in for a tough season as soon as I was drafted to Voltage, so I was ready for that. I didn’t expect an easy road. I knew there was going to be tough competition so I was prepared for that, but what I didn’t expect was to spend so much of this season getting dragged around week by week by Drake Armstrong. I didn’t expect to have my season hijacked by one of my own former enemies. I walked into this brand with a goal of being World Champion and now here I am just trying to get Drake Armstrong out of my way, and I don’t know about the rest of here tonight, but I for one am SICK of it!
(The fans begin to loudly cheer, supporting Hans Grayson after everything that has happened between him and Drake Armstrong. After a moment, Hans continues.)
Hans Grayson: It’s one thing being forced into these matches over and over, but I’m not about to look past Drake attacking Miku Sakai and letting me take the blame just so I’d have a reason to get involved in his stupid Wicked Games match. I wouldn’t have had to be part of that if it wasn’t for you, and yet you’re wondering why I wasn’t happy about any of this? Miku spent weeks coming after me because of something I didn’t even do! You screwed me over Drake, so I don’t care how much time you give me to think, my response isn’t going to change. I want nothing to do with you, so let’s go ahead and make sure this match tells you everything that needs to be said. I’m done getting dragged around by you. I plan to become a World Champion by the time this season is over, so once that bell rings and my hand is raised, I don’t plan to get dragged anywhere else by you. I don’t plan to work with a liar like you ever again. This is it-
(‘Pride and Arrogance’ by Takeru Kanazaki hits before Hans could finish speaking, causing loud boos to come from the fans in attendance. Hans looks towards the stage, as Drake Armstrong begins to walk out. Drake has a microphone in his hand as well, and Drake doesn’t look pleased to hear what Hans had to say. He just shakes his head, almost disappointed as he makes his way down the ramp and to the ring.)
Rich Russillo: Drake Armstrong has seemingly heard enough of what Hans had to say, and I’d imagine things did not go exactly how he hoped it would since the end of that trios match at Wicked Games.
Thadd Blazevich: I agree, bro. Drake thought he had Hans on his side, but it’s looking more and more like that’s not the case at all! I can’t blame dude either, I mean you heard what he had to say. He has every right to be mad.
Persephone: He had the right to be mad like four months ago. Now he’s just being whiny.
(Drake Armstrong walks up the steel steps before entering the ring, and once in the ring he walks directly up to Hans Grayson, standing face to face with his opponent tonight. Drake just stares at him for a moment, before finally he just sighs.)
Drake Armstrong: I wished for a better outcome, Hans. I truly did. When this season began, there was not a single individual who could predict that the King of Elite and the man in possession of the Cash in the Vault briefcase would join forces, even if only temporarily. Nobody would expect two former enemies like us to work together, and had you told them that this alliance would outlive a “unit” such as Elysium, those fools would laugh in your face. That disbelief doesn’t prevent this from being the truth though, because whether you are appreciative of this fact or not, you cannot deny that everything I promised has come to fruition. I promised the destruction of Elysium. I promised that we’d conquer War Games, and I promised that Brand Warfare’s failures would be destroyed. Tell me, Fireheart. Which part of this was a lie?
Hans Grayson: The part where you allow me to think every match is “the last time” only to keep forcing me to do whatever else you want.
Drake Armstrong: Doing “whatever I wanted” resulted in victories, did they not? I didn’t lead you astray. I never endangered you. Rather, it was you who abandoned us heading towards Wicked Games, and even with this slight issue we were able to pull through and achieve victory because just as we’ve already spent this season establishing, we are still the pinnacle of this brand. I offered you the opportunity to think about your words very carefully, and that’s because there is no reason for you to so easily allow the blessings you’ve been offered to go to waste. I have helped you achieve victories over Hall of Famers and former World Champions. I have helped you win a match very few are ever able to. I even helped you put a definitive end to your long-standing feud with Karl Impact. I am certain you understand that we’ll be in action very soon. The last thing you should want right now is to ruin your own season, needlessly making an enemy out of me because you can’t appreciate what I have done for you.
(The fans begin to boo, and Drake Armstrong stares at Hans Grayson with a serious look on his face as he says these final words. Hans doesn’t back away though, quickly beginning to respond.)
Hans Grayson: Drake, do you think I have a problem with facing you? You know our history, and you know that there might not be anyone in this entire company that can say they’ve had your number the way I have. I’m past the point of reasoning with you. I’ve been trying that for months, and I even went along with what you wanted time and time again thinking that eventually you’ll finally have enough, and you’ll finally leave me alone. I have had enough now. I’m done trying to cater to you and your interests. I have a career to worry about, and the last thing I’m about to do is allow that career to be sabotaged by you.
(Drake’s eyebrows raise after hearing this, surprised hearing Hans’ words.)
Drake Armstrong: Sabotaged? That’s an interesting choice of words, Fireheart. Pray tell, in what way have you been sabotaged by me? What was it, Hans? Can you truly consider my attack on Miku Sakai “sabotage”? At best it was an inconvenience, an inconvenience that was swiftly dealt with. So swiftly that the harm that befell you was meaningless in comparison to what was gained. The only individual sabotaging Hans Grayson is Hans Grayson himself, because in the face of the man who has brought you the greatest opportunities possible, you have done nothing but doubt. You are doing yourself a disservice, one you’ll feel the consequences of soon enough. It is true, you were victorious in many of our clashes in the past. However, I must ask. What year do you think this is?
(Hans doesn’t bother answering this question, but Drake continues.)
Drake Armstrong: This year has seen nothing but dominance from me, Hans. Dominance you had a hand in until you decided that you’d be better off watching from the sidelines. I tried to help you, and this can’t be denied. No matter how much you wish to reject the idea that your own enemy has been responsible for your fortune throughout this season, you know that this is the truth. Yes, it is true that you’ve been victorious over me in the past, but can you really be certain that what may have been possible in the past will be possible against me now that I have spent this year surpassing everyone around me? I have excelled at a rate inconceivable to the other peasants on this brand, and you’ve witnessed this firsthand. You stood on my side of the ring as I maintained the dominance I promised at the very beginning of the year. Your failure comes with you choosing to stand on the other side.
Hans Grayson: I don’t care what happens going forward Drake, because at least I’ll be able to do it on my own rather than having to do it with guys I don’t even want to work with. I’m not here to be a puppet and follow others around all season long, I’m here to make my own decisions and have the career I want to have. As far as I’m concerned you deserved every bit of what I did at Wicked Games for that attack on Miku. Nothing you say is going to change that, so you can keep trying to convince me that I messed up, you can keep trying to make me regret my decision at Wicked Games, but I’m telling you, it’s not going to work. I know what I did, and if “facing the consequences” for that means finally getting to face you one on one and putting all this to rest, I’ll happily do so. I’m ready to move on, and I’m sure everyone else here is ready to.
(The fans cheer, obviously fully behind Hans Grayson in all of this. The cheers continue as Hans stares at Drake, and while Hans appears ready to fight, Drake just shakes his head.)
Drake Armstrong: You understand that you will regret this, don’t you?
Hans Grayson: We’ll see about that. This won’t be the first time I’ve faced you and knowing you, it might not even be the last. I just hope you remember that I won this briefcase for a reason, and I didn’t do it by sitting in place waiting for things to finally go my way. I had to work my way to this, and as proud as I am of what I accomplished at Pain for Pride, I know that there’s still more out there for me. More out there besides whatever tag team matches you can think of putting me in. You’re not the only one that got better in the past year, so if you really think I don’t have it in me to repeat what I did every other time we faced each other, I guess you’ll have your chance to be proven wrong right now. I’m done arguing with you, Drake. I said everything I needed to, and you’re just gonna have to accept that.
(Hans tosses his microphone to the side, ready to start the match. However, just as he turns to call for a referee, Drake grabs him and turns him around.)
Rich Russillo: WAIT, HANS WAS READY TO GET THIS MATCH STARTED, BUT I DON’T THINK DRAKE FELT THE SAME! HE JUST TURNED HANS AROUND, BEFORE HITTING HIM WITH A PUNCH DIRECTLY TO THE JAW!
Thadd Blazevich: THAT ONE STUNNED HANS, BRO! HE TOTALLY DIDN’T EXPECT THAT ONE, AND NOW DRAKE TAKES ADVANTAGE WITH A KNEE TO THE GUT, BEFORE GRABBING HANS AND BEGINNING TO PUNCH HIM IN THE BACK! HANS IS THROWING PUNCHES TO THE RIBS THOUGH, AND BRO, THE MATCH HASN’T EVEN STARTED YET!
Persephone: If we’re lucky, it won’t have to start.
Rich Russillo: THE TWO DRAKE PULLS HANS UP AND CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER RIGHT HAND, BACKING HANS INTO THE CORNER! DRAKE BEGINS TO REPEATEDLY PUNCH HANS- BUT HANS IS ABLE TO TAKE DRAKE TO THE MAT WITH A DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN, EVENING THE ODDS AS HE GETS ON TOP OF DRAKE AND BEGINS PUNCHING AWAY AT HIM! THESE TWO ARE DUKING IT OUT RIGHT NOW, AND IF WE CAN JUST GET A REFEREE OUT HERE, WE SHOULD BE SEEING THE KING OF ELITE AND MR. CASH IN THE VAULT FACE OFF!
Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE TURNS IT AROUND AND GETS ON TOP OF HANS- BUT HANS LANDS A GOOD RIGHT HAND, CATCHING DRAKE IN THE JAW! THAT WAS A GOOD ONE, BRO! DRAKE GETS OFF OF HANS, AND NOW THEY BOTH PUSH THEMSELVES UP BEFORE GOING RIGHT BACK AT IT!
Rich Russillo: DRAKE CATCHES HANS WITH AN ELBOW, DROPPING HANS BACK TO THE MAT! DRAKE IS ON HIS KNEES STILL AND GOES TO ATTACK- BUT HANS PULLS DRAKE INTO A PUNCH, BEFORE LEANING UP AND CONNECTING WITH ANOTHER ONE! DRAKE JUST SLAPS HANS IN THE FACE THOUGH, SHOWING SOME SERIOUS DISRESPECT AS THINGS HAVE CLEARLY GOTTEN OUT OF HAND!
(As the brawl between Drake Armstrong and Hans Grayson continues, a referee can be seen beginning to run down the ramp, causing cheers to come from the fans as the match may finally be able to start.)
Rich Russillo: THE REFEREE HAS MADE HIS WAY INTO THE RING, AND NOW HE IS TRYING TO SEPARATE THE BRAWL BETWEEN HANS AND DRAKE, JUST ENOUGH TO MAKE SURE THAT BOTH MEN ARE STANDING!
Thadd Blazevich: THAT’S EASIER SAID AND DONE, BRO! THESE ARE TWO OF THE BEST WE HAVE ON VOLTAGE, AND IT’S LOOKING LIKE THINGS HAVE REALLY GOTTEN HEATED BETWEEN THESE TWO DUDES! DRAKE AND HANS ARE BOTH PUSHING PAST THE REF, HITTING EACH OTHER WITH WHATEVER PUNCHES THEY’RE ABLE TO!
Persephone: Unfortunately the referee is still committed to getting the match started, so once he sees that Drake and Hans are both up, he pushes the two away from each other a bit before calling for the bell!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Rich Russillo: HERE WE GO! THE BELL RINGS, AND DRAKE AND HANS IMMEDIATELY PUSH PAST THE REFEREE BEFORE RUSHING AT EACH OTHER! IT’S NOT OFTEN THAT YOU SEE A DRAKE ARMSTRONG MATCH START OFF WITH A HOCKEY FIGHT, BUT HE HAS DEFINITELY GOTTEN ON THE BAD SIDE OF HANS GRAYSON IN RECENT TIMES, AND THIS RIGHT HERE IS THE RESULT OF THAT! HANS AND DRAKE ARE STILL GOING AT IT EVEN AFTER THEIR BRAWL RIGHT BEFORE THE MATCH, AND IT SEEMS THAT THEY ARE PICKING UP EXACTLY WHERE THEY LEFT OFF AS THE REFEREE IS NOW FORCED TO JUST SIT BACK AND WATCH!
Thadd Blazevich: LOOK AT THIS, BRO! HANS IS STARTING TO GET THE UPPER HAND OVER DRAKE, AND YOU KNOW HE’S BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE! BRO HAS DRAKE BACKING UP INTO THE ROPES, AND HANS DOESN’T STOP THE PUNCHES! THE REF IS FORCED TO STEP IN AND START COUNTING HANS THANKS TO DRAKE’S BACK BEING AGAINST THE ROPES- BUT HANS LETS GO JUST BEFORE THE COUNT OF FIVE! Hans grabs Drake and sends him into the corner, AND NOW BRO RUNS IN-
Persephone: ONLY FOR DRAKE TO BURST OUT OF THE CORNER WITH THE HALBERD FROM HELL!!! GREAT, HURRY UP AND PIN HIM! THAT’S IT, HURRY AND END THE MATCH!
Rich Russillo: WOW, I DID NOT EXPECT THAT! Drake Armstrong has always been known for his methodical style, and I think it’s thanks to this that he was able to catch Hans off guard by delivering the finishing move early! Drake switched it up strictly for the sake of doing damage, and now it seems that Hans’ payback for everything Drake has done may have been short-lived! Hans is laid out on the mat, and it doesn’t even look like Drake is going to go for the cover!
Thadd Blazevich: You’re right about that one, bro! Drake walks over to Hans, AND HE DROPS A KNEE DOWN ONTO BRO’S RIBS! That was nasty, bro! Hans holds onto his ribs in pain, BUT DRAKE JUST PULLS BRO UP BEFORE BEGINNING TO REPEATEDLY KNEE HANS IN THE RIBS, DOING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO TARGET THE AREA HE ATTACKED WITH THE HALBERD FROM HELL! Dude, Drake Armstrong is being vicious right now, and this must be what he was warning Hans about! Drake drags Hans to his feet, BEFORE JUST THROWING HIM OUT OF THE RING!
Persephone: Drake rolls out of the ring, because for some reason he is just choosing NOT to try and end the match after a finishing move. Annoying. Drake drags Hans up at ringside, AND NOW HE RAMS HIM BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE! Hans is hurting, BUT BEFORE HE CAN EVEN DO ANYTHING, DRAKE LIFTS HANS UP AND DELIVERS A BACK SUPLEX DROP ONTO THE BARRICADE, DROPPING HANS BACK FIRST ONTO IT! This would be better if we were at a nine count right now, but that is not the case. Instead, Drake has enough time to send Hans gut first into the apron.
Rich Russillo: Drake sends Hans back into the ring before following behind, AND DRAKE JUST DELIVERS AN ELBOW DROP TO THE BACK OF GRAYSON! This is that methodical style that we mentioned earlier, and it looks like Drake has had the opportunity to transition back into that style thanks to him catching Hans off guard with the Halberd From Hell! Drake grabs Hans by his hair, slowly beginning to drag him back up. Drake now, JUST SLAPPING HANS IN THE FACE! Hans falls back, but Drake quickly grabs him once more! It seems Drake is aiming to teach Hans a lesson right now-
Thadd Blazevich: BUT HANS THROWS A PUNCH TO THE RIBS! I THINK THAT ONE CAUGHT DRAKE OFF GUARD, BRO! HANS CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER ONE, AND NOW HE CATCHES DRAKE WITH A RIGHT HAND TO THE FACE! DRAKE STUMBLES BACK, AND NOW HANS SLOWLY PUSHES HIMSELF BACK UP, BUT BRO IS STRUGGLING BECAUSE HE’S STILL HURTING FROM THAT DROPKICK! HANS THROWS ANOTHER PUNCH- BUT DRAKE BLOCKS IT, BEFORE HITTING HANS WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP! I KNOW THAT ONE HURT, BRO! HANS WINCES IN PAIN- BUT HE RESPONDS TO THAT WITH ANOTHER RIGHT HAND!
Persephone: Drake hits Hans with another chop, Hans hits Drake with another punch, do I really need to commentate this? We all know what’s happening here, I don’t think I need to say anything.
Rich Russillo: WELL WHILE YOU WERE IGNORING THE BACK AND FORTH INSIDE OF THE RING, DRAKE FAKED HANS OUT WITH ANOTHER CHOP AND INSTEAD KICKED HANS IN THE MIDSECTION! DRAKE NOW LOOKING TO SEND HANS INTO THE CORNER- BUT HANS TURNS IT AROUND! DRAKE CRASHES BACK FIRST INTO THE CORNER, AND HANS IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWS IT UP WITH THE RUNNING KNEE! HUGE MOVE BY HANS, AND IT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE HE IS FINISHED JUST YET!
Thadd Blazevich: HANS GRABS DRAKE, AND BRO, HE JUST PULLED DRAKE OUT OF THE CORNER WITH A WICKED RUNNING BULLDOG! THAT WAS AWESOME BRO, AND IT’S LOOKING LIKE HANS HAS FOUND HIS TICKET BACK INTO THIS MATCH! HANS CRAWLS TOWARDS THE ROPES AND USES THEM TO PULL HIMSELF BACK UP, AND BRO DOESN’T LOOK HAPPY AT ALL! He holds onto his ribs before backing into the corner, and now he’s yelling at Drake to get back to his feet! Drake slowly stumbles back up, AND NOW IS HANS’ CHANCE, DUDE! HE RUNS IN FOR THE FLAMING PUNCH!!!
Rich Russillo: BUT DRAKE ARMSTRONG AVOIDS IT!!! HE GRABS HANS FROM BEHIND AND GOES FOR NATURAL TALENT- BUT HE COULDN’T GET ALL OF IT! HE WASN’T ABLE TO GET A GOOD ENOUGH HOLD ON GRAYSON, AND THANKS TO THAT HANS WAS ABLE TO FLIP OUT OF IT BEFORE PULLING DRAKE UP FROM BEHIND! HANS TURNS DRAKE AROUND- BEFORE PLANTING HIM WITH THE IMPERIAL FLAME!!! THE IMPERIAL FLAME CONNECTS ON ARMSTRONG, AND I THINK IT’S SAFE TO SAY THAT HANS WAS ABLE TO EVEN THE ODDS!
Thadd Blazevich: You got that right bro, but both dudes are down! Hans is still feeling some serious pain in the ribs and is taking some serious time to recover, BUT HE’S ABLE TO SLOWLY TURN HIMSELF OVER, BEFORE PUSHING DRAKE OVER ONTO HIS BACK! HANS CRAWLS ON TOP OF DRAKE ARMSTRONG FOR THE PIN, THIS IS THE FIRST AND PROBABLY LAST COVER OF THE MATCH BROS!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Persephone: Oh you can’t be serious.
Rich Russillo: DRAKE ARMSTRONG WAS ABLE TO GET HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! HANS WAS STILL IN SOME SERIOUS PAIN THANKS TO THE HEAVY HITTING FAST PACE OF THIS MATCH, AND DUE TO THIS HE COULDN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT DRAKE BEING NEXT TO THE ROPES!
Persephone: Seriously, what are we doing here? Both of them have hit finishing moves now. Are you seriously telling me neither of them were able to end this?
Rich Russillo: That’s just how it is sometimes! This is a very competitive place, so when two of the best go at it in a super heated match like this, there’s no telling what’ll happen! This has been an unconventional match, but with both men now on somewhat even footing, I think it’ll be interesting now seeing exactly who will walk out of this with the victory!
Thadd Blazevich: Hans slowly sits back up, and bro just sighs, shaking his head seeing that this one isn’t over. Hans slowly rolls out to the apron, and I think bro is planning to go high risk! We know how dangerous that was against Adam Lucas, but I think Hans feels it’s worth the risk in this match against Drake Armstrong! Hans sees Drake slowly rolling into position while bro is still waiting out on the apron, AND NOW THIS IS HIS TIME! HE JUMPS ONTO THE TOP ROPE FOR THE GRAYSON SPLASH!
Persephone: AND DRAKE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!
Rich Russillo: BUT HANS WAS READY FOR THAT AND FAKED HIM OUT! INSTEAD OF COMMITTING TO THE SPRINGBOARD HANS JUST DROPS DOWN TO HIS FEET BACK IN THE RING, AND NOW AS SOON AS DRAKE GETS BACK UP, HANS SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE BEFORE CONNECTING WITH THE STYLIN’ DDT! IT LOOKS LIKE HANS LEARNED FROM HIS MISTAKES, AND PREPARED HIMSELF FOR SITUATIONS LIKE THIS WHERE HIS WILLINGNESS TO GO HIGH RISK MAY NOT PAY OFF! HANS APPEARS TO BE FIRED UP, GRITTING THROUGH THE PAIN, AND NOW HE’S EYEING THE ROPES, POSSIBLY THINKING OF UTILIZING ANOTHER ONE OF HIS BIG MOVES!
Thadd Blazevich: HANS RUNS THE ROPES, AND NOW HE GOES FOR THE FIRESAUL- HEY WAIT, WAIT A SECOND! BRO, HANS WENT FOR THE FIRESAULT, BUT JUST AS BRO LEAPED TO GO FOR THE MIDDLE ROPE, DRAKE SHOVED HANS, SENDING BRO TUMBLING OUT OF THE RING! HANS LANDED BACK FIRST ON THE APRON ON HIS WAY OUT, AND THAT WAS GNARLY! That took everything Drake had in him dude, but it was effective! Hans is in some seriously bad shape after that one. He could’ve gotten hurt really badly!
Persephone: I hope he did. I don’t really care who wins this, but the fact that this hasn’t ended yet is annoying. If it takes Hans getting injured to fix that, that’s fine with me.
Rich Russillo: Drake Armstrong slowly rolls out of the ring before sending Hans back inside, and Drake leans against the apron for a second, trying to recover after some of the big moves Hans has hit him with. Drake slowly rolls back inside of the ring before walking towards Hans, and Drake sees Hans trying to use the ropes to pull himself up, AND DRAKE RUSHES IN BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A BIG BOOT TO THE SIDE OF HANS’ HEAD! Hans drops to the mat, and I think Drake may have regained control of this one!
Thadd Blazevich: Drake pulls Hans up from behind, holding bro in a waistlock, AND DRAKE LIFTS BRO UP BEFORE DROPPING HIM WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! DRAKE MAINTAINS HIS HOLD ON HANS, AND HE TURNS OVER BEFORE PUSHING HIMSELF BACK UP! DRAKE GETS BACK TO HIS FEET WHILE HOLDING ONTO HANS, AND HE CONNECTS WITH A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX! DRAKE IS STILL HOLDING ONTO HANS, BRO! HE’S MAINTAINING THE WAISTLOCK WHILE GETTING BACK TO HIS FEET! BRO, I THINK HE’S LOOKING TO GO FOR A THIRD!
Persephone: BUT HANS STARTS SENDING BACK ELBOWS AT DRAKE! IT’S ANNOYING, BUT THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING! Hans lands a few more back elbows until Drake is finally forced to let go of him, AND NOW HANS JUMPS AND CONNECTS WITH A PELE KICK, CAUSING BOTH OF THESE USELESS IDIOTS TO FALL DOWN! Seriously, I hate the fact that I have to sit through matches like this on a weekly basis. Drake and Hans are both beginning to stir, but I’d be much happier if the referee could just call for the bell so we could all move on. It’s not like these two are doing anything interesting, anyway.
Rich Russillo: Drake and Hans have both found their way to their feet, and I think by this point both men must be wondering what they’ll need to do in order to put each other down. The two men begin to slowly circle the ring, BEFORE FINALLY THEY RUSH IN! THE TWO MEN SEEMINGLY HAD A SIMILAR IDEA, AS THEY’RE STRUGGLING FOR CONTROL IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! BOTH MEN ARE TRYING TO GET THE UPPER HAND, AND I’M NOT SURE WHICH ONE THAT’LL BE!
Thadd Blazevich: HANS IS ABLE TO SLIP AROUND AND GET DRAKE INTO A WAISTLOCK, BUT DRAKE DROPS DOWN AND TAKES BRO TO THE MAT WITH A SNAPMARE! HANS QUICKLY TURNS AND TAKES DRAKE’S LEG OUT FROM UNDER HIM BEFORE LOOKING FOR A COVER- BUT DRAKE IS IMMEDIATELY OUT OF IT! Both dudes rush back to their feet, AND HANS SWINGS AT DRAKE- BUT DRAKE DUCKS UNDER BEFORE GRABBING HANS FROM BEHIND! Drake now lifting Hans up for a back suplex-
Persephone: But Hans is annoyingly able to roll out of it, landing back on his feet. Hans grabs Drake from behind and tries to set up another Imperial Flame- BUT DRAKE BREAKS OUT OF IT! DRAKE GRABS HANS AND TRIES TO GO FOR NATURAL TALENT AGAIN- BUT HANS DROPS DOWN BEFORE PULLING HANS INTO A ROLL UP!
ONE!
TWO-
Rich Russillo: DRAKE KICKS OUT! BOTH MEN RUSH BACK TO THEIR FEET- AND HANS CONNECTS WITH A LARIAT! DRAKE STUMBLES BACK TO HIS FEET, AND HANS CONNECTS WITH A SECOND! DRAKE STUMBLES UP ONCE MORE, AND HANS GRABS HIM BEFORE SENDING HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! HANS NOW RUNNING IN AS FAST AS HE CAN AT THIS POINT-
Thadd Blazevich: BUT DRAKE GETS THE BOOT UP, BROS! DRAKE GRABS HANS BEFORE PULLING HIM INTO THE CORNER, AND NOW DRAKE BEGINS STOMPING AWAY AT HANS’ MIDSECTION, STOMPING ON HIM OVER AND OVER AGAIN! HANS DROPS DOWN INTO A SEATED POSITION, AND BRO CONTINUES GETTING STOMPED OUT UNTIL THE REF IS FORCED TO START COUNTING! Drake backs off for a moment- BUT ONLY BEFORE DRAGGING HANS OUT OF THE CORNER, AND DELIVERING A STOMP ON BRO’S STOMACH! This has been a serious match, bros. They’ve been going crazy from the moment the bell rang, and they’re still not stopping!
Persephone: Unfortunately.
Rich Russillo: Drake begins to slowly back up, and it seems he has something in mind as he now waits for Hans Grayson to get back up! A ton of damage has already been done to Hans and his midsection, so it seems that Drake is now ready to make the most of all of that damage and end this one! Armstrong is ready and waiting as he watches Hans Grayson slowly find his way back up, and this might be his chance to keep his promises and carry out the threats he’s made towards Hans! Hans makes it to his feet, AND NOW ARMSTRONG RUNS IN FOR A SECOND HALBERD FROM HELL!!!!
Thadd Blazevich: NO! HANS WAS ABLE TO CATCH ARMSTRONG’S LEGS, PREVENTING THE DROPKICK FROM CONNECTING! HANS NOW JUMPING UP, AND BRO CONNECTS WITH A JUMPING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! THAT’S A MOVE YOU DON’T SEE OFTEN FROM HANS, BUT DUDE IS REALLY PULLING OUT THE STOPS AGAINST DRAKE ARMSTRONG RIGHT NOW! Hans quickly runs the ropes after that one, AND HE GOES FOR THE FIRESAULT- BUT DRAKE GETS THE KNEES UP, BRO! DRAKE GOT THE KNEES UP, AND HANS JUST HIT THEM REAL HARD!
Persephone: Hans falls backwards off of Drake, and I’m not going to lie, it’s starting to get concerning knowing that we really haven’t gotten anywhere since the bell rang. Anyone can still win, and trust me, I’m not saying that as a compliment.
Rich Russillo: I think the fact that anyone can still win is a testament to how far these two have come. They seem to be pretty evenly matched, and with that in mind it’s going to take getting creative if these two want to find a way to end this match. Either way, it’s not going to be easy when both of these men are World Championship level competitors.
Thadd Blazevich: Hans slowly gets to all fours, as does Drake. Both of these dudes are starting to get back up, BUT DRAKE GETS UP FIRST, AND BRO KICKS HANS IN THE MIDSECTION BEFORE LIFTING HIM UP! DRAKE IS LOOKING FOR A POWERBOMB I THINK, BUT HANS ISN’T LETTING THAT HAPPEN SO EASILY, BRO! HANS STARTS DROPPING PUNCHES DOWN ONTO THE TOP OF DRAKE’S HEAD, AND NOW DRAKE IS STARTING TO STUMBLE, STRUGGLING TO HIT THAT POWERBOMB WITH ALL THOSE PUNCHES BEING DIRECTED TO THE HEAD!
Persephone: After all those shots to the head, maybe Drake will end up being normal for a change.
Rich Russillo: DRAKE IS UNABLE TO HOLD ONTO HANS, AND THANKS TO THAT HANS IS ABLE TO TRANSITION INTO THE HURRICANRANA! DRAKE IS TEMPORARILY TAKEN TO THE MAT, AND AS HE RETURNS TO HIS FEET, HE ENDS UP STUMBLING BACKWARDS INTO THE CORNER! DRAKE IS IN A BAD SPOT RIGHT NOW, AND AS HANS RUNS IN, HE IS ABLE TO CONNECT WITH A HUGE FOREARM SMASH! Hans now taking Drake out of the corner, AND NOW HE LIFTS DRAKE UP, LOOKING FOR A VERTICAL SUPLEX!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT DRAKE SLIPS OUT OF HANS’ GRASP, BEFORE DROPPING BRO WITH A NECKBREAKER! That was a nice move from Drake, but dude, with how this match has been going I don’t even know if that’s saying much! These two are throwing everything at each other, and now Drake crawls on top of Hans, BEFORE BEGINNING TO JUST DRIVE ELBOWS INTO BRO’S FACE! IT LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE OURSELVES A GROUND AND POUND GOING ON! HANS IS IN SOME TROUBLE RIGHT NOW, AS DRAKE JUST THROWS ELBOW AFTER ELBOW AT BRO OVER AND OVER AGAIN!
Rich Russillo: HANS GRAYSON DOESN’T INTEND TO LET THAT CONTINUE FOR LONG, THOUGH! HANS IS ABLE TO TURN OVER AND GET ON TOP OF DRAKE BEFORE BEGINNING TO LAY DOWN PUNCHES ON HIM! I’M SURE HANS HAS SOME SERIOUS ANGER BUILT UP AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED BETWEEN HIMSELF AND DRAKE THIS SEASON, AND THIS MATCH HAS BEEN HIS CHANCE TO FINALLY GET ALL OF THAT OUT OF HIS SYSTEM! HANS CONTINUES TO LAY IN PUNCH AFTER PUNCH, AND DRAKE ARMSTRONG ASKED FOR THIS IF YOU ASKED ME!
Thadd Blazevich: YEAH, BUT LOOK, BRO! DRAKE WAS ABLE TO PUSH HANS OFF OF HIM, AND NOW BOTH MEN ARE ABLE TO PUSH THEMSELVES TO THEIR KNEES BEFORE BEGINNING TO PUNCH EACH OTHER! I doubt either of them have much left in the tank, if anything, and I don’t blame them. This has been more of a long brawl than an actual match, but we gotta be getting to the end zone now! There’s no way they can keep going at this rate!
Persephone: Well, I’d appreciate it if one of them could hurry and die already. They keep going back and forth with the punches, but it doesn’t look like either of them are falling. I don’t know w- Wait, what’s going on over there?
Rich Russillo: Huh?
(On the stage, the titantron can be seen lighting up, confusing both the fans and everyone in attendance. Initially Hans and Drake don’t notice this, as they’re too immersed in their brawl. However, the increasingly confused reaction from the fans catches their attention, temporarily stopping the fighting inside of the ring as the two look towards the stage. Seeing the titantron turn on only furthers their confusion, unsure of what’s actually going on. Drake glances towards Hans, seemingly considering taking advantage of this distraction. However, the titantron would then show a scene which forces Drake’s attention to turn once more.)
Rich Russillo: Wait a minute…
Thadd Blazevich: Bro, is that…?
Rich Russillo: WHAT’S GOING ON HERE???
(Backstage, a surprising scene is unfolding as Kai Rabeaux can be seen being dropped to the floor by a lead pipe. There is some blood coming from his head, as this attack appears to have already began before the titantron turned on. The camera pans up after showing the state Kai is in, and this is when the attacker is revealed as none other than one of his opponents from last week, Daniella Atlas.)
Rich Russillo: DANIELLA ATLAS IS ATTACKING KAI RABEAUX!!! WHAT’S GOING ON HERE!? Is this about what happened last week!? We all remembered what happened last week after Kai just barely lost that fatal four way match against Daniella Atlas, and I’m sure Daniella didn’t take too kindly to that. Still, for Daniella to lay out an attack like this backstage!? I can’t say I expected that, especially not in the middle of such a personal and competitive match such as this one! What’s really going on here!?
(The attack continues as Daniella drags Kai Rabeaux back to his feet, beginning to repeatedly knee him in the midsection before slamming his face into the wall. Daniella slams Kai’s face into the wall a few more times, before finally she throws Kai into one of the doors in the hallway. Hans and Drake both appear to be unsure of what to think, not anticipating something to interrupt their match, least of all an attack on the third participant of their War Games team, who they both have been aligned with for the last few months.)
Rich Russillo: THIS HAS BEEN ONE VIOLENT ASSAULT BY DANIELLA ATLAS, AND UNFORTUNATELY I THINK THIS MAY HAVE TAKEN AWAY FROM- WAIT, LOOK OUT!
Thadd Blazevich: MINERVA AND SELINA REYES BOTH JUST SLID INTO THE RING, AND BOTH OF THEM JUST BLINDSIDED DRAKE AND HANS! BRO! WHAT’S GOING ON RIGHT NOW!? MINERVA AND SELINA REYES JUST WIPED OUT BOTH DRAKE AND HANS, AND I MEAN, WE KNOW THAT LAST WEEK THEY AND DANIELLA ATLAS JOINED FORCES, BUT DUDE, I DIDN’T THINK THAT THIS IS WHAT THEY MEANT WHEN THEY SAID THAT THEY WERE GONNA TAKE OVER! THEY WASTED NO TIME STRIKING, AND NOW THEY JUST RUINED THIS AWESOME MATCH!
Persephone: FINALLY! The referee obviously saw that attack, so he has no choice but to call for the bell!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(The fans are in disbelief as the match is called off, and both Hans Grayson and Drake Armstrong are down on the mat, holding the back of their heads after being blindsided. There is a loud, mixed reaction from the fans in attendance, and as the camera pans up to Minerva and Selina Reyes, they seem to be proud of their actions as they look down on Drake and Hans. However, as the two Elitists look towards each other one thing becomes clear, and it is that they are not yet satisfied with what they’ve done.)
Rich Russillo: WAIT A SECOND! MINERVA AND SELINA REYES AREN’T FINISHED YET! THEY JUST STARTED BEATING THE HELL OUT OF HANS AND DRAKE, AND AFTER THE MATCH THESE TWO JUST HAD, THEY’RE PRETTY MUCH DEFENSELESS! THEY ALREADY TOOK EVERYTHING OUT OF EACH OTHER, LEAVING THESE TWO WITH THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY TO PICK UP THE SCRAPS AS THEY’RE JUST GOING TO TOWN ON THE REMAINS OF TEAM WAR GAMES! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! OF ALL THE WAYS THINGS COULD BREAK DOWN DURING THIS MATCH, THIS IS NOT WHAT I ANTICIPATED WHATSOEVER!
Thadd Blazevich: MINERVA DRAGS HANS GRAYSON UP AND BACKS HIM INTO THE CORNER, BEFORE BEGINNING TO REPEATEDLY KNEE BRO IN THE GUT! MINERVA FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH PUNCH AFTER PUNCH, AND I DON’T THINK THIS IS RIGHT, DUDE! I MEAN, THESE DUDES AREN’T EVEN FIGHTING BACK, THEY’RE JUST GETTING DISMANTLED! SELINA REYES IS WAITING, AND NOW MINERVA SENDS HANS OUT OF THE CORNER, AND RIGHT INTO SELINA’S PATH AS SHE DROPS BRO WITH THE ALAMO KNEE!!! HANS GRAYSON GOES DOWN, AND DUDE, SOMETHING TELLS ME THAT THESE TWO AREN’T DONE JUST YET!
Persephone: You think? They’re eyeing Drake Armstrong, and it looks like he’s about to get a taste of what Hans Grayson just went through.
Rich Russillo: Selina drags Drake Armstrong up, AND SHE BEGINS TO PUMMEL DRAKE WITH FOREARM AFTER FOREARM, ENSURING THAT HE’S IN NO CONDITION TO FIGHT BACK BEFORE SENDING HIM INTO MINERVA’S PATH FOR THE DEVIL’S TOUCH!!! DRAKE ARMSTRONG FALLS BACK FOR A MOMENT- BUT MINERVA GRABS ONTO HIM! MINERVA HOLDS DRAKE ARMSTRONG IN PLACE, AND NOW SELINA REYES RUNS THE ROPES BEFORE CONNECTING WITH ANOTHER ALAMO KNEE!!! A SECOND ALAMO KNEE WIPES OUT DRAKE ARMSTRONG, AND THESE TWO ARE JUST GETTING DESTROYED RIGHT NOW!
Thadd Blazevich: Minerva drags Hans Grayson up after this, AND MINERVA IS ABLE TO POWER HIM UP, BEFORE PLANTING BRO WITH ATLAS FALLS!!! ALRIGHT, ISN’T THIS OVERKILL NOW!? SELINA DRAGS DRAKE UP BEFORE HANDING HIM TO MINERVA, AND NOW SELINA AND MINERVA BOTH RAISE ARMSTRONG, DELIVERING AN ASSISTED VERSION OF ATLAS FALLS ONTO ARMSTRONG!! I THINK A HUGE STATEMENT WAS JUST MADE INSIDE OF THE RING, BUT BROS, WHAT ABOUT KAI RABEAUX!? WE SAW A CRAZY SCENE BACKSTAGE WITH KAI AND DANIELLA, AND I THINK KAI NEEDS HELP! ACTUALLY, SCRATCH THAT! I THINK ALL OF THESE DUDES NEED HELP RIGHT NOW!
(The fans are stunned as Minerva returns to her feet, standing over the fallen Drake Armstrong and Hans Grayson. However, this is not all that’d occur, as the crowd reaction rises once again, before the camera pans towards the stage. Only then would Daniella Atlas be seen once more, and she isn’t alone. She is dragging a now unconscious Kai Rabeaux, who has blood spilling from his head as she brings him down the ramp.)
Rich Russillo: Uh oh. You ask and you receive! Daniella Atlas is here, and it looks like she was able to get the better of Rabeaux backstage during the rest of the attack which we couldn’t see! Atlas is on her way to the ring, and at this point, it’s looking like team Voltage has been completely annihilated!
Thadd Blazevich: Bro… this is insane. Daniella is just dragging Kai to the ring like he’s a dead body. She made it down to ringside, and now she just rolls bro into the ring before sliding in herself.
(Once in the ring, Daniella Atlas glares at the unconscious Kai Rebeaux, before turning towards Minerva and Selina Reyes. After this, an idea seems to come to her mind as she gestures for the others to hold onto Rabeaux.)
Rich Russillo: Uh oh. Minerva and Selina Reyes are holding onto Kai Rabeaux, keeping him on his knees as Daniella Atlas backpedals into the ropes!
Thadd Blazevich: BLACK DEATH!!! THE DISCUS ELBOW HITS KAI IN THE BACK OF HIS ALREADY BLOODY HEAD, AND IF BRO WASN’T OUT BEFORE, HE DEFINITELY IS NOW! KAI GOES DOWN, AND HE JOINS HIS BROS DRAKE AND HANS IN BEING COMPLETELY DESTROYED BY THIS NEW ALLIANCE! Dude, what are we even seeing right now!? Why did they do this in the middle of an awesome match!?
Persephone: I don’t know, and I don’t care. They did what they did, and honestly ruining that match is one of the few decisions they’ve made in their careers that I actually liked.
Rich Russillo: Thadd you said a statement was being made, but I think you spoke too soon. *This* is a statement made. These three women promised dominance, and they just destroyed not only the winning War Games team, but the three individuals who have the ability to cash-in for a Championship match at any moment. If there was one way to make a statement, I suppose it was like this.
Thadd Blazevich: You’re right, bro. These three seem to know what they’re doing, but… Wow. I don’t even know what to say. What a way to send a message, dude. These three are dangerous, that’s for sure.
(Daniella Atlas, Minerva and Selina Reyes stand over the fallen Kai Rabeaux, Hans Grayson and Drake Armstrong. The fans are loud, split both in excitement and shock as there are both cheers and boos coming from the crowd. The three women seem to finally be satisfied with their work for now, and the three stand tall over the former War Games winners before Voltage begins to fade away from ringside.)
(Commercial for Road to Redemption.)
(Sunday Night Voltage returns to a panaround shot of the American Airlines Center, as the crowd here tonight in Dallas bustles in anticipation for what is to come. It’s not long before their mood is soured, as ‘Somebody Get Me A Doctor’ by Van Halen begins to blare through the speakers of the arena. Resounding boos are heard as the camera goes over to the stage, then shows Dr. Bethany Blue as she makes her way out from the backstage area. The Hardcore Champion has a focused expression on her face as she takes a brief scan around, adjusting her title over her shoulder before then beginning to make her way down the ramp.)
Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the EAW HARDCORE CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!! DR. BETHANY BLUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: As we saw yesterday, Bethany was present for Showdown’s Marquee Event, The Last Stand, where she kept an eye on someone she’s had issues with for the past couple of weeks, TLA, as he faced Jake Smith and Drake King. It certainly pleased her to see that TLA would end up getting the victory, seeing as she was unusually smiling and clapping for him after the fact, but the question brought up was whether or not it was all an act.
Persephone: Honestly, real solid question here, Rich, in case you don’t mind, who really gives a fuck? Because I know I sure don’t.
Thadd Blazevich: Bro, I care. I think that Bethy is way off her rocker, dude, and maybe she tried to lure TLA into a false sense of security. All I know is that they still hate each other, and if I had to guess why she’s coming out here right now, it’s certainly not to say nice words to him and compliment him for his win.
Persephone: Stop.
(Bethany makes her way up the steps and onto the apron as she enters through the ropes and into the ring. She makes her way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area while ‘Somebody Get Me A Doctor’ then begins to come to a close from there. As she heads toward the center of the ring, she takes a brief moment before beginning to speak.)
Dr. Bethany Blue: Shut. Up.
(The crowd only begins to boo louder, as Bethany shakes her head before going on.)
Dr. Bethany Blue: Let’s clear the air for the moment. Why would I, Dr. Bethany Blue, an esteemed Elitist, one of the best at that, subject myself to giving compliments to someone on the complete other end of the spectrum. Was it perhaps an act of respect that I applauded TLA at the end of his showing at The Last Stand? All of you, I see it on your faces, are asking the same… stupid… question.
(Bethany scoffs as she pauses briefly, taking a moment before proceeding onward.)
Dr. Bethany Blue: Let me turn this around on you, let me ask *you* a question instead. Did you honestly think, even for a split second, that I was impressed by what he did? Doing something that I could’ve done in my sleep, beating that disgusting heretic Drake King and needle-dick Jake Smith? Perhaps there’s a misunderstanding, maybe because advanced observation is not something that is widely known here in Texas. When I, a Doctor, see a patient… a hopeless, terminal case… suddenly show a minor, reflexive twitch, I don’t see a miracle. I don’t see recovery. What I see is a fascinating, biological anomaly. A last, pathetic gasp before the inevitable flatline.
(Bethany smirks as she says this, a hint of sarcasm in her voice while she does.)
Dr. Bethany Blue: And I’m here to tell you all right now that TLA is the most fascinating anomaly I have ever had the displeasure of diagnosing. But I figure while I’m here, I’ll take the time to review this performance, just because I didn’t get the pleasure of doing so in my luxury suite yesterday. Yes, you “won.” Congratulations. You managed to outlast two other pathetic Elitists in a shitshow of a match. But how did you do it? Did you dominate? Break your opponents? Tear them apart until there was nothing left? No, of course not, because we all saw it, you barely escaped, you narrowly got the win by the skin of your teeth, you survived. You waited until the two of them had torn each other apart, and you picked the bones. That’s not the sign of someone who should be EAW World Champion, of course not, that’s the sign of a parasite.
(Bethany thinks about what she says before shrugging her shoulders, still feeling no remorse after costing TLA his chance at becoming a World Champion a couple weeks back at Wicked Games.)
Dr. Bethany Blue: You aren’t good enough, and the reason is because you lack the most critical component and that is a predator’s instinct. You fight with sloppy, desperate emotion… perhaps because that is all you have… and that managed to scratch away a small victory. You got your win, you smiled, you celebrated, you pointed up at me, and I even gave you a little clap of the hand. But at the same time, all I saw, all I diagnosed at that, was every single mistake.
(Bethany laughs at this, as she brings her microphone away, the crowd not exactly reacting positively while she does, before she goes on.)
Dr. Bethany Blue: Surely you thought in your mind that because you won that pathetic excuse for a match, you’ve suddenly earned the right to be in my orbit? You’ve earned the right to have my attention? Well you’ve had it, TLA, ever since you made the biggest mistake of your career and decided to go after my husband, put his hands on him, and in turn… like the idiot that you are… put your hands on me. So yes, your eyes are on me. I can see the fixation. But the issue is that you mistake that for suddenly thinking that you’re on the hunt, that you’re chasing after me. But if anything was shown, after I jabbed that needle directly into your neck at Wicked Games and snuffed away any chance of you being a “fOur-TiMe WoRlD ChAmPioN”… it’s that Dr. Bethany Blue does the hunting, and you do not survive unless I *let you.*
(Bethany stares at the hard camera, a glare in her eyes while she does.)
Dr. Bethany Blue: So let me be abundantly clear. If what I saw yesterday… that sloppy, desperate, parasitic display… is the absolute best that you can do. If that is the peak of your performance, the ceiling of your ability… then you coming after me is just not the smartest idea. In fact, TLA. It is a certifiably stupid idea. You seem to be operating under the delusion that your fluke yesterday somehow qualifies you to breathe my air, let alone challenge me for my property. But your tiny, emotional brain fails to process the reason I am still at the position that I am at, the reason I have been the Hardcore Champion for so long.
(Bethany adjusts her title over her shoulder, putting emphasis on it as she goes on.)
Dr. Bethany Blue: I am not some placeholder. I am not an opportunist like you. I am the most dominant, calculating, and vicious Champion this division has ever seen and THAT is why this title remains with me. I have systematically dissected and ended every single person who was foolish enough to step into my division. I’ve sent people to the trauma ward while you were busy in your little sandbox, convinced that everything is sunshine and rainbows. If you are moronic enough to try and face me, all you will be doing is embarrassing yourself in front of these insignificant sheep that you hold near and dear to your heart. If I were you, I would tuck my tail between my legs and run away, don’t allow yourself to end up in this position and put an end to everything that you’ve worked toward. Certainly would not be befitting of a “talent” like yourself, to say the very least.
(Bethany pauses, as she looks to continue what she has to say, but before she can… ‘Ambitionz az a Ridah’ by Tupac begins to play through the speakers of the arena. The crowd erupts into thunderous cheers as the camera goes over to the stage, showing TLA as he begins to make his way out from the backstage area. He has a serious expression on his face, not entirely reflective of the positive mood that he should be in after The Last Stand, as he stares a hole into Bethany while he begins to make his way down the ramp.)
Rich Russillo: It was only a matter of time before TLA made his way out here, and it seems like he’s all business considering what he’s heard Bethany say about him. Remember, last week Bethany said that he would let TLA conduct his business, but after it was all said and done, she would get his hands on him, and TLA has certainly not forgotten that.
Persephone: I’ve already had to listen to Bethany ramble on and on, so can we just skip this? Can we go to what people actually want to see???
Thadd Blazevich: I think you’re about to get that, bro!
(TLA stops at the bottom of the ramp, pausing for a brief moment and beginning to think to himself. Bethany is inside of the ring, a smug expression on her face as she crosses her arms, as if she waits patiently for him to make his way into the ring and respond to what she has to say. But it doesn’t seem like that’s what TLA has in mind at the moment…)
Rich Russillo: TLA ISN’T WAITING! HE SLIDES INTO THE RING AND HE IMMEDIATELY TACKLES BETHANY DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH A DOUBLE LEG! AND HE STARTS TO SWING WILDLY WITH RAPID FIRE PUNCHES TO THE FACE! HE’S HEARD ENOUGH OF WHAT THE HARDCORE CHAMPION HAS HAD TO SAY!
Thadd Blazevich: TLA IS BEGINNING TO UNLOAD WITH THOSE PUNCHES, AND BETHANY IS BRINGING UP HER ARMS TO TRY AND COVER UP! AN OFFICIAL IS ALREADY INSIDE OF THE RING AS HE TRIES TO RIP TLA OFF OF HER, BUT TLA SHOVES HIM AWAY- BUT BETHANY SEES AN OPENING! SHE JUST GOUGED THE EYES OF TLA!
Persephone: And Bethany is getting the fuck out of there, smart move to be honest, but I wished for more-
Rich Russillo: YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET THAT! TLA IS A HOUSE ON FIRE AS HE SHOOTS THROUGH THE ROPES AND SENDS BETHANY BACK WITH A SUICIDE DIVE! AND NOW HE GRABS A HOLD OF BETHANY, BEGINNING TO SLAM HER FACE REPEATEDLY AGAINST THE FRONT OF THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD AS TLA BEGINS TO GET THE UPPERHAND ONCE MORE!
Thadd Blazevich: BUT BETHANY SHOVES AWAY ONCE AGAIN! TRYING TO ESCAPE! TLA LETS THAT HAPPEN, AS HE SEEMS TO OPT FOR GRABBING A STEEL CHAIR! BETHANY CLUTCHES A HOLD OF THE RING POST AND USES IT TO GET UP TO HER FEET, AS TLA COMES OVER AND SWINGS FOR THE FENCES-
(BANG!)
Persephone: But Bethany isn’t a dumbass! She manages to duck under as TLA’s chair collides with the steel! Bethany manages to squirm away, AS SHE GETS UP TO HER FEET AND CONNECTS WITH A KNEE TO THE SPINE THAT SENDS HIM FORWARD AND INTO THE RING POST!
Rich Russillo: TLA’S FACE MEETS THE STEEL AND IMMEDIATELY HIS NOSE BEGINS TO POUR WITH BLOOD! BUT THAT ISN’T STOPPING HIM AS HE TURNS AROUND AND WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND THE WAIST OF BETHANY! BETHANY IS TRYING TO CONNECT WITH PUNCHES, BUT TLA IMMEDIATELY RUNS HER FORWARD AND SLAMS HER SPINEFIRST AGAINST THE EDGE OF THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE!
Thadd Blazevich: BOTH OF THEM ARE CONTINUING TO SLAM PUNCHES AGAINST ONE ANOTHER, AND-
???: (Off-Mic) THAT IS ENOUGH! BREAK THEM UP! NOW!
Persephone: FUCK! I RECOGNIZE THAT ANNOYING ASS VOICE!
(The camera goes over to show Voltage Commissioner Captain Charisma as he’s seen storming out, waving behind him as a bunch of security guards are seen rushing from the backstage area and passing him. They swarm the ringside area beginning to pry away TLA and Bethany before they can do any further damage to one another.)
TLA: (Off-Mic) LET GO OF ME, VATO! SHE GOTTA GET THIS WORK!
Dr. Bethany Blue: (Off-Mic) FUCK YOU, BITCH!
(TLA and Bethany are being dragged away as Captain Charisma circles around the ringside area, picking up one of the microphones that were dropped as he begins to speak.)
Captain Charisma: If you want to settle your differences… then you can do it at Road To Redemption with the Hardcore Championship on the line!
(The crowd erupts in response to this as this major match announcement was made! Captain Charisma shakes his head, signaling for both of them to be taken away before turning around and taking his leave. TLA looks satisfied by this as he stares intently at Bethany while being dragged away, while the Champion looks more than happy to have this match against someone she considers beneath her. As they’re escorted away, it’s the last shot seen before Sunday Night Voltage begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(Sunday Night Voltage continues as we cut to a pre-taped segment, where we see Molly Waters in a professional black dress staring at the camera in an undisclosed location. Her eyes are locked towards the screen and the viewers as she begins to speak an opening monologue of sorts…)
Molly Waters: Elite Answers Wrestling has seen its fair share of tag teams. Teams that went on to become successful, and teams that have stood the test of time as some of the best to grace this promotion. More often than not these teams eventually meet an end-point, betrayal may follow, different career goals get in the way, and those teams soon fade away. This team in particular was more than just a regular tag team, it was a bond built on brotherhood, built on trust, and after a year together, being by their side and forming a bond that seemed like it would last forever… it unfortunately was not the case.
(Molly takes a sigh as she says her next few words…)
Molly Waters: Ladies and gentlemen, we will take a look back at two individuals who were once formed with this great bond, now heading into a collision course in a matter of weeks at Voltage’s F**k Your Thanksgiving show… this is… The Rise and The Fall of Elysium.
(The screen then fades away from Molly, transitioning into a rewind of past events, as, in quick succession, several moments of Elysium’s run as a tag team flash on the screen before it stops right at the story’s beginning for both Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton, showing the different moments and the accolades both men achieved…)
Molly Waters: Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton were just two individuals in different career paths here in Elite Answers Wrestling. While they have both intertwined now and then through events such as Territorial Invasion, they have been separated by the career accomplishments they have acquired over the years. Jon Kelton, a once-emerging star in the early years of Elite Answers Wrestling, earned himself championships such as the New Breed and National Elite titles and has been a constant fixture in this promotion for five years at this point. Bronson Daniels has seen his fair share of highs and lows, but through it all he has captured New Breed, Interwire, and two world championships. They have been successful individually, and being drafted to the same brand last season… began the start of their intersecting paths with one another.
(The video then continues showing footage of Bronson and Kelton interacting with each other on Showdown before their match at Midsummer Massacre. It transitions over to the match itself, showing highlights of the whole thing whilst Molly continues to speak…)
Molly Waters: Jon Kelton, being fresh off the dissolution of Devolution and defeating Daryl Kinkade at Pain for Pride… wanted to better himself. He didn’t want to be remembered for what he did in Devolution. For Bronson, it was trying to move on from what happened between himself and Methsuleah, as both men’s journeys of turning a new page resulted in their famous 30-minute Iron Man clash at Midsummer Massacre! It was a competitive back-and-forth fight that reached a 2-2 score until Bronson Daniels delivered the shot to earn himself the third point right when that time expired, having defeated Jon Kelton in their match. Despite the loss, this friendly passion for competition sparked some great respect between these two and later developed into a bond of camaraderie and friendship.
(The video then cuts to moments Bronson and Kelton have had together as a team competing in matches together, like the Temple of Trials match at The Last Stand, the Road to Redemption Extreme Elimination Chamber match, the Reasonable Doubt 4-way scramble, the Grand Rampage tag title bout, and the Pain for Pride tag team title match. Moments of fighting not only against each other, but also with each other as Molly continues to speak…)
Molly Waters: Throughout season 18, we see these moments of comradery and friendship really take shape throughout the course of their time together, from competing for the tag titles against The Jaded Hearts and the team of TLA & Charlie Marr in an unbelievable Temple of Trials match, to Road to Redemption, where Jon Kelton seemingly sacrificed his well-being, allowing himself to be hit by that mallet from Harper Lee to help Bronson eventually becoming the new Answers World Champion… that was until Donovan Duke shocked the world and cashed in his briefcase and took Bronson’s title. We then flash forward to moments like Reasonable Doubt, in that chaotic sixty-minute scramble for the Answers World Title, and then competing against The British Invasion at Grand Rampage. The season culminated with another tag team title opportunity, only this time at Pain for Pride, where despite everything that was thrown to the table, despite everything that both men did to try and win that match… they were not successful in becoming tag team champions. But even with that… their bond had been tightened, their brotherhood expanded, and they had each other’s back through and through! Perhaps they could have eventually gotten themselves another shot at becoming tag team champions, as they were drafted to Voltage to start this season.
(The video then shows Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton getting into heated confrontations with Drake Armstrong and Hans Grayson as issues between both sides began to fester. What follows is shown with attacks and staredowns present. It then shows off the moments that occurred in the Bloodsport match between the two sides, including the use of chainsaws and blood being poured all over the canvas.)
Molly Waters: This season started with being entangled with Drake Armstrong, whose ultimate goal was to make his path to the world championship a lot clearer, trying to build tension and a drift among Elysium. This got him into hot water and needing a tag team partner for Bloodsport, in which he came to the last person anybody would have gone towards… Hans Grayson. Despite Hans never actually agreeing to be Drake’s partner and not fully rejecting him either, Elysium decided for him and challenged him to a fight and to team with Drake at Bloodsport. From there these heated issues between both sides resulted in attacks, fights, and even the loss of the tag team titles as Elysium attacked Drake and Hans’ opportunity at gold at Reckless Wiring. Their match at Bloodsport wasn’t just a regular match, it was a match inflicted with pain and violence in what was dubbed a “Chainsaw Deathmatch.” A war was waged between both teams, and at the end of it, it resulted in both sides being unable to continue, with the referee putting up an “X” and ending the match as a no-contest!
(The video then shows off the events after Voltage, where Drake Armstrong gives up an opportunity for him and Hans to face Elysium again to compete in War Games, as Bronson and Kelton engage in a heated battle with both EAW World and Hardcore Champions, Adam Lucas and Dr. Bethany Blue. It shows the big moments of the match, including the moment where it fell apart.)
Molly Waters: Another match between these two should have been the clear direction, but Drake Armstrong insisted that he and Hans not compete against Elysium again for the opportunity that awaited the winning team, as Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton had now gotten themselves a match going up against Adam Lucas and Dr. Bethany Blue for both of their titles being put on the line. A match where each fall is one of the titles being on the line, with that first fall being for the Hardcore title and the second fall being for the EAW World Championship. The chance for both men to become champions was right in their grasp, and they had two chances to snatch the titles away from the sinister couple of Adam and Bethany. In another incredible and close match, both sides were engaged in combat, and unfortunately for Kelton, he passed out, allowing Bethany to retain her Hardcore Championship. The second fall, however, could have changed the course of history as we know it, as Bronson Daniels was so close to becoming a three-time champion, something that could have been a long time coming after what went down at Road to Redemption last year… was screwed over by his own brother, who, in his words, said, “It’s my turn.” Kelton wanting to become world champion himself cost Bronson his shot, and ultimately Adam Lucas retained his EAW World Championship. A fall from grace as a once brotherhood is now being torn apart from that last fall in this match.
(Video then shows the segments of Bronson and Kelton, Kelton attacking him with a steel pipe, Bronson distracting Kelton from a match, all the way to their deathmatch at Wicked Games.)
Molly Waters: Weeks of fighting and ambushes from what was once a brother-in-arms led to a deathmatch at Wicked Games, where despite what was unleashed between both men, it resulted in a no-contest! All of this has led to Captain Charisma making it clear that there must be a winner; otherwise, none of them will take part in this year’s EAW World Championship Extreme Elimination Chamber at Road To Redemption. The rematch has been set, and a once great tandem of elitists is now engaged in a personal grudge match. Who will stand tall, and who will leave F*ck Your Thanksgiving as the winner?
(Video shows off more of Daniels and Kelton and their rivalry before it fades away. Sunday Night Voltage continues forward as we head straight into our main event.)
(The camera shot returns to the ring for the final time tonight as Bella Braxton is in the ring with a microphone as she is ready to start the introductions for tonight’s main event.)
Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Lost In The World’ by Kanye West starts to play as Jon Kelton enters the arena. The fans are booing loudly, but Jon Kelton couldn’t care less about the reception he is given from the fans, as he’s instead only interested in the victory tonight. Kelton looks ready for action as he heads to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: Introducing first and making his way to the ring! Residing in Dallas, Texas! Weighing in at 205 pounds. Here is “THE LAST HOPE” JON KELTON!
Rich Russillo: Here comes Kelton heading to the ring for nontitle action and we saw him earlier tonight watching a match between Jay Jerry Johnson and Bronson Daniels.
(The camera cuts to the ringside area to show that Jay Jerry Johnson and Bronson Daniels are both at ringside ready to watch this match.)
Rich Russillo: As you can see, the roles have reversed from earlier tonight and with what’s at stake for Kelton coming up.
Persephone: He’ll just screw it up again.
Thadd Blazevich: Kelton and Bronson are going to battle it out one more time and this match is all or nothing! Winner gets a spot in the Extreme Elimination Chamber. Lose or Draw? You lose. Kelton would love to get some momentum heading into that match.
(Kelton enters the ring as he takes a corner and “Everybody Knows (Unstoppable)” by Royal Deluxe starts to play throughout the arena. Seconds later, the EAW World Champion Adam Lucas enters the arena. He doesn’t waste a second as he heads to the ring!)
Bella Braxton: Introducing his opponent! From New York State! Weighing 238 pounds! Here is the EAW WORLD CHAMPION! “THE NEXT LEVEL” ADAM LUCAS!
Persephone: Here he is again! Once was enough.
Thadd Blazevich: Adam made his presence felt earlier tonight as he distracted Jay long enough to cost him the match against Bronson Daniels.
Rich Russillo: Now Jay is the one watching at ringside while Adam is in action against Jon Kelton. Will Adam get a nontitle victory or will Kelton prove that he can beat the Champion in a match? We’re about to find out!
(Adam enters the ring and holds his title proudly in the air as he shoots a glare at Jay. The referee takes the title from Adam as they call for the bell.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: Here we go with tonight’s main event. This is going to be a good one to say the least. Both men are circling the ring before they finally lock up.
Thadd Blazevich: Adam uses his small power advantage over Kelton to force him into the side headlock, but Kelton is keeping his ground and stopping Adam from taking him down to the mat.
Persephone: We have a stalemate which is the worst possible result for a match like this. Too bad this isn’t hardcore so we can see the weapons flying early.
Thadd Blazevich: You know that won’t happen bro, BUT KELTON MANAGES TO GET FREE OF THE HEADLOCK AND COUNTER INTO A FULL NELSON!
Rich Russillo: Interesting chain wrestling moves from these two early on AS ADAM STEPS RIGHT ON KELTON’S FOOT TO GET FREE OF THE FULL NELSON!
Persephone: Just like his wife. Stepping on people’s toes in order to get ahead.
Rich Russillo: Adam quickly turns back AND DELIVERS A DROPKICK TO KELTON SENDING HIM BACK INTO THE ROPES!
Persephone: Kelton of course comes back like the locust that he is as he runs back into Adam AS HE GOES FOR A STUPID LOOKING HIP TOSS–
Thadd Blazevich: KELTON LANDED ON HIS FEET! Now the bro goes to the other side and comes back off the ropes AND LEAPS ONTO ADAM’S LEGS! ADAM LOOKS TO COUNTER BUT KELTON FALLS BACK INTO A MONKEY FLIP TAKING ADAM OVER!
Rich Russillo: Adam quickly gets back to his feet as Kelton is right there with a kick to the midsection before grabbing Adam by the head AND QUICKLY TAKING ADAM OVER WITH THE SNAP SUPLEX!
Thadd Blazevich: Kelton quickly floats over AND HE HAS ADAM DOWN FOR THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!
Persephone: He kicked out! What a shock!
Thadd Blazevich: I think he is just doing whatever he can to have Adam be forced to use up energy early on. Now Kelton forces Adam’s head down AND JUST STARTS PUNCHING THE CRAP OUT OF HIM!
Rich Russillo: Bronson doesn’t look too pleased, but Jay is completely fine with Adam getting the tar beat out of him. The referee is right there telling Kelton to open the fists.
Persephone: Now the referee is starting a count. We’re in trouble. I don’t know if the referee or Kelton know what five is.
Rich Russillo: The referee reaches four and Kelton stops the punches BUT NOW HE’S CHOKING THE WORLD CHAMPION! THE REFEREE ADMONISHES KELTON BEFORE STARTING ANOTHER COUNT!
Persephone: I told you neither of them know what five is because everything stopped at four. One day, I hope to hear five.
Thadd Blazevich: Kelton still in control UNTIL ADAM WITH A RIGHT HAND TO THE CHEEKBONE FORCES KELTON OFF OF HIM! Kelton stumbles back off the shot as Adam gets back to his feet.
Rich Russillo: Kelton is back up as well BUT THE CHAMPION TAKES HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE ACROSS THE THROAT!
Thadd Blazevich: Adam has been intense as of late and he is no doubt looking to make a statement, especially with Jay Jerry Johnson watching this match unfold at ringside.
Persephone: For the love of gawd. Why are there so many people right now?
Thadd Blazevich: Adam grabs Kelton and whips him to the ropes. Kelton with the rebound AND ADAM WITH A DISCUS PUNCH RIGHT ACROSS THE JAW!
Rich Russillo: Kelton was knocked for a loop as Adam picks him up AND SLAMS HIM DOWN ON THE MAT! Kelton is down AND ADAM STEPS RIGHT ON KELTON’S ANKLE!! THAT’S NOT NICE!
Persephone: Who cares about nice? This is wrestling. Crappy wrestling, but still wrestling.
Rich Russillo: Adam grabs hold of the ankle AND APPLIES AN ANKLE LOCK!! SUBMISSION HOLD APPLIED AND KELTON IS BEING TORTURED EARLY IN THIS MATCH!
Persephone: He is not being tortured. The only person being tortured right now is me because this match is so boring considering who is in it… two whipped men.
Thadd Blazevich: That is probably one of your sick fantasies, Persephone. But Kelton is scrambling to get to the ropes or to break the submission–
Rich Russillo: KELTON JUMPS UP ENOUGH TO WRAP BOTH HIS LEGS AROUND ADAM’S WAIST TO TRY AND PULL HIM OVER INTO A ROLL UP–
Thadd Blazevich: ADAM BLOCKS IT AND JUST SITS DOWN ON KELTON AND GOES FOR A PIN OF HIS OWN!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
Persephone: That idiot Kelton did something right and managed to fall back and reverse the rollup. NOW ADAM HAS KELTON’S ASS IN HIS FACE! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
Thadd Blazevich: ADAM KICKS OUT AT TWO!! Both men scramble to get back to their feet AND BOTH MEN HIT THE ROPES AND COME BACK FOR CLOTHESLINES–
Rich Russillo: BOTH MEN HIT WITH THE CLOTHESLINES WITH ENOUGH FORCE THAT BOTH MEN GOT SWEPT OFF THEIR FEET AND KNOCKED TO THE MAT!!
Persephone: Now both men are down and looking like total idiots at the moment. So… nothing new.
Rich Russillo: The referee is checking on both competitors before they administer their ten count, but both of them are moving and starting to get back to their feet.
Persephone: Lucky us. Now Jay and Bronson are looking like total idiots outside the ring. They are just hoping and praying that somebody does something stupid.
Thadd Blazevich: I can see that considering that these four men are going to be featured in some high profile matches coming up so I wouldn’t be surprised that one wants to see the other mess up.
Rich Russillo: Both men are now back to their feet as they start throwing forearms in each other’s faces to try to get the advantage over the other.
Thadd Blazevich: Neither one is giving an inch and BOTH MEN ARE STARTING TO SLUG IT OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! NOW THEY ARE JUST POUNDING THE HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER!
Persephone: Good! Let them beat the hell out of each other. Will make life better for the rest of us.
Thadd Blazevich: Adam’s strength advantage of Kelton is starting to show as he is starting to get the edge in this exchange. Shot after shot backs Kelton up until he is leaning against the ropes.
Rich Russillo: Adam with the whip to the far side. Kelton comes back off the rebound as Adam kicks him and doubles him over before grabbing him by the waist.
Persephone: Adam tried for a very sad looking gutwrench suplex, but Kelton somehow used his brain to block it and now Kelton is just dangling on his back in a backbreaker! Stupid!
Rich Russillo: Kelton blocked one move and got caught in another. Kelton is shifting his weight to throw Adam off balance as he starts backing up towards the ropes.
Persephone: Kelton was able to get his feet on the top rope to push him back and now he’s back on his feet on the mat.
Thadd Blazevich: Kelton locks up Adam’s wrists AND LIFTS HIM UP INTO A MODIFIED NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! BEAUTIFUL COUNTER BY KELTON AS HE BRIDGES UP FOR THE COVER!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!
Rich Russillo: ADAM GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AND THAT FORCES KELTON TO LOSE THE BRIDGE! Kelton is back to his feet first and pulls Adam back up as well before he hoists Adam onto his shoulders
Thadd Blazevich: Kelton is setting up for the F-10 Facebuster, BUT ADAM IS THROWING ELBOWS INTO THE SIDE OF KELTON’S HEAD TO TRY AND GET FREE!
Persephone: That won’t help! Kelton really has nothing up there to hurt. Adam is pretty much just elbowing a rock.
Thadd Blazevich: The elbows work as Kelton loses his grip and Adam lands behind Kelton. Adam with the waistlock–
Rich Russillo: ADAM LIFTS HIM UP AND DROPS HIM WITH THE GERMAN SUPLEX! KELTON ALMOST LANDED ON HIS HEAD RIGHT THERE! GOOD GRIEF!
Persephone: If the elbows didn’t hurt him, neither will this. Kelton has a hard head protecting emptiness inside.
Rich Russillo: Adam is back on his feet as he grabs Kelton and whips him towards the corner.
Persephone: Kelton hits the turnbuckle and Adam runs full speed towards the corner like he is trying to run away from his wife–
Thadd Blazevich: STINGER SPLASH BY THE WORLD CHAMPION! Kelton is stumbling forward out of the corner–
Rich Russillo: AND HE RUNS RIGHT INTO A ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM THE WORLD CHAMPION! KELTON CAUGHT THE LEG IN THE FACE!!
Thadd Blazevich: Now Adam has Kelton by the legs again and drags him towards the center of the ring–
Persephone: What is he doing? Not that anybody cares.
Thadd Blazevich: Adam falls back WITH THE SLINGSHOT AND KELTON GOES FLYING AND CRASHING THROAT FIRST INTO THE TOP ROPE!! THAT’S GOTTA HURT!
Rich Russillo: Kelton is holding his throat in pain as he walks right into Adam as he grabs Kelton by the waist AND HITS THE GUTWRENCH SUPLEX!
Persephone: Poor Kelton. Landed hard on his back. He should be used to landing flat on his back considering his track record.
Rich Russillo: You just couldn’t resist that, could you?
Persephone: These idiots are making jokes like this too easy for me.
Thadd Blazevich: Dude, Adam has Kelton in his sights as he grabs the legs of Kelton once again. Adam steps through the legs–
Rich Russillo: ADAM TURNS HIM OVER AND THE LUCAS LOCK IS APPLIED! SHARPSHOOTER RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING AND KELTON IS IN TROUBLE!
Thadd Blazevich: And Bronson Daniels is no doubt pleased to see Kelton getting a little bit tortured right now because Adam is leaning back on the submission causing more pressure to be added to his back.
Persephone: Submissions might torture the bastard, but sometimes… actually most times… I prefer a quick and definitive ending to matches like this. It’s boring. I am bored and I am ready for this match to end so I can leave.
Thadd Blazevich: THE REFEREE IS RIGHT THERE ASKING KELTON IF HE WANTS TO GIVE UP THIS MATCH EVEN THOUGH WE ALREADY KNOW THAT IT ISN’T GOING TO HAPPEN!!
Rich Russillo: Especially with Bronson Daniels watching at ringside. Bronson would love to rub in his face if Kelton tapped out in front of him.
Persephone: So what? Kelton already passed out in front of him so I don’t see much of a difference.
Rich Russillo: BUT LOOK AT KELTON!! KELTON IS STARTING TO FIGHT BACK! HE IS SCRATCHING AND CLAWING HIS WAY TO TRY AND GET TO THE ROPES! THAT MIGHT BE HIS ONLY HOPE!!
Persephone: Giving hope to a hopeless guy like him. Fitting.
Thadd Blazevich: LOOK AT KELTON GO!! HE MIGHT BE AS LIKED AS HE WAS A FEW MONTHS AGO, BUT HE IS DEFINITELY FIGHTING BACK!! KELTON IS ONLY A FEW INCHES AWAY FROM THE ROPES!
Rich Russillo: ADAM REALIZES IT AND STARTS TO PULL HIM BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE RING, BUT KELTON MAKES ONE BIG LUNGE TOWARDS THE ROPES-
Thadd Blazevich: HE GOT IT!! KELTON GOT THE ROPES!
Persephone: Yeah and the referee ruins this by telling Adam to let go of the ropes. What a buzzkill.
Thadd Blazevich: The referee is making a count to force Adam to release the Lucas Lock–
Rich Russillo: Adam lets go on four because five would have meant disqualification.
Persephone: See! I told you nobody knows what five is. They hear four and immediately get scared or something.
Rich Russillo: I call it great ring awareness.
Persephone: Well I call it stupid.
Thadd Blazevich: Well I call this the match going on, dude. Adam isn’t exactly pleased that this match is still going.
Rich Russillo: But Adam keeps control of the match as he brings Kelton back to his feet and whips him to the ropes.
Thadd Blazevich: Kelton rebounds off the ropes as ADAM PICKS HIM UP FOR THE SPINEBUSTER–
Persephone: Of course this happens! Shocker!
Thadd Blazevich: KELTON WAS ABLE TO GRAB ADAM AROUND THE NECK AND BRING HIM DOWN WITH HIM WITH A MODIFIED “CHANGE THE FUTURE”!
Rich Russillo: MODIFIED FUTURE SHOCK DDT FOUND ITS MARK AND NOW THE CHAMPION IS DOWN!
Persephone: Down and spiked on his head! That’s funny! Take out whatever brains he had left!
Rich Russillo: Adam is down on the mat and Kelton rolls Adam over and hooks the leg for the cover! This would be huge!!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!
Persephone: OH COME ON! REALLY?
Thadd Blazevich: ADAM KICKED OUT!! ADAM GOT THE SHOULDER UP AND KELTON IS A LITTLE STUNNED AT THAT!
Rich Russillo: Bronson and Jay have been watching this match very closely and you really can’t gauge a reaction from either of them right now.
Thadd Blazevich: It’s not hard to guess how they think considering the bad blood brewing from all four of these competitors in some way shape or form.
Persephone: Not like anybody would want to.
Thadd Blazevich: Kelton is back in control but he is moving a little slower thanks to the damage from the Sharpshooter earlier.
Rich Russillo: Adam shaking the cobwebs as Kelton brings him back to his feet and sends him to the ropes.
Persephone: Adam naturally comes back and Kelton grabs him–
Rich Russillo: AND KELTON DROPS HIM WITH THE SIDEWALK SLAM! ADAM’S SPINE DRIVEN INTO THE CANVAS AND NOW KELTON IS DRAGGING ADAM TOWARDS THE CORNER!!
Persephone: Kelton is gonna do something stupid. I just know it.
Thadd Blazevich: You don’t know that, but Kelton is making his climb to the top rope. Kelton has found his balance as he looks towards Bronson Daniels!
Rich Russillo: Kelton yells out “This is for you”! BEFORE HE LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE! KELTON LOOKING FOR THE DIVING ELBOW DROP–
Thadd Blazevich: NOBODY HOME! KELTON SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME TAUNTING BRONSON DANIELS THAT ADAM WAS ABLE TO ROLL OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND!
Persephone: I told you Kelton was going to do something stupid!
Thadd Blazevich: Adam is back on his feet and leaning against the ropes as he tries to get his bearings. This could be the opening that Adam needs.
Rich Russillo: Adam RUNS FULL SPEED TOWARDS KELTON AND HE JUST PUNTED KELTON RIGHT IN THE HEAD! GOOD GAWD!!
Persephone: Adam calls that punt “Woke”. Stupid name but not the worst move he uses.
Rich Russillo: Kelton falls like stone back down to the mat as Adam rolls Kelton over and goes for the cover!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!
Persephone: HE GOT IT! FINALLY!
Thadd Blazevich: NO HE DIDN’T! LOOK AT KELTON!!
Rich Russillo: FOOT ON THE ROPE! KELTON GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE AND THE REFEREE SAW IT!!
Thadd Blazevich: ADAM THINKS THIS MATCH IS OVER, BUT THE REFEREE IS POINTING OVER TO KELTON AND SHOWS THE FOOT ON THE ROPE! THIS MATCH CONTINUES!!
Persephone: BAHAHAHHAHA! Adam looks like he wants to strangle the referee. Screw that! Strangle Kelton until he turns blue!!
Thadd Blazevich: Adam isn’t happy AND HE IS JUST POUNDING THE EVER LOVING CRAP OUT OF KELTON!!
Rich Russillo: THE REFEREE IS STARTING TO LOSE CONTROL RIGHT NOW AS THEY START ANOTHER COUNT ON ADAM TELLING HIM TO STOP WITH THE PUNCHES AND TO OPEN UP THE FISTS!
Persephone: Again Adam only knows how to count to four as Adam stops there, BUT HE GOES RIGHT BACK TO PUNCHING KELTON IN THE FACE! No wonder people like doing this to him. It looks like fun.
Rich Russillo: THE REFEREE IS NOT AMUSED AND THEY TELL ADAM TO ONCE AGAIN STOP PUNCHING KELTON AND THE REFEREE IS FORCED TO START ANOTHER COUNT!
Persephone: YES! ADAM IS FINALLY USING HIS BRAIN! HE ISN’T STOPPING! HE WON’T STOP! HE’S GONNA GET DISQUALIFIED!
Thadd Blazevich: I think the referee realizes that and stops the count on four AND THEN THE REFEREE PULLS ADAM LUCAS OFF OF JON KELTON! ADAM IS LIKE A MAN POSSESSED RIGHT NOW!
Rich Russillo: Is he imagining Jon Kelton being Jay Jerry Johnson right now? I don’t get it.
Persephone: What’s there to get? He’s beating the hell out of his opponent. Isn’t that the point of the match?
Thadd Blazevich: No, it’s not.
Persephone: Buzzkill.
Rich Russillo: ADAM TRIES TO GO RIGHT BACK TO KELTON, BUT THE REFEREE HAS STEPPED RIGHT IN ADAM’S PATH!
Thadd Blazevich: The referee is telling Adam he does that again and he is disqualified. Adam is backing off as the referee goes to check on Jon Kelton.
Rich Russillo: LOOK AT THIS! JAY JERRY JOHNSON HAS GRABBED THE TITLE BELT FROM BELLA BRAXTON AND SLIDES INTO THE RING! WHAT IS JAY THINK HE’S DOING?
(CRACK!!)
Thadd Blazevich: JAY JERRY JOHNSON WITH THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP ACROSS THE BACK OF ADAM LUCAS’ HEAD! ADAM IS HOLDING HIS HEAD AS JAY HAS A SMIRK ON HIS FACE!! THE REFEREE WAS CHECKING ON KELTON, SO HE DIDN’T NOTICE JAY!
Persephone: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CALL THAT KARMA, BITCH!!
Rich Russillo: Turnabout is fair play I guess. Adam distracted Jay during his match earlier and now it’s Jay’s turn to return the favor in Adam’s match. It won’t get him on Adam’s good side, though.
Persephone: Hell we could have seen this coming from a mile away. Don’t give what you can’t take Adam.
Thadd Blazevich: ADAM CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPEN AS HE HOLDS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD IN PAIN AS JAY SCRAMBLES OUT OF THE RING! COMPLETELY UNDETECTED!
Persephone: Now look at Kelton. He saw what happened and now he gets in position to end this match. Way to do the work yourself, Kelton. Choke artist.
Rich Russillo: ADAM GETS BACK TO HIS FEET AFTER THE SHOT TO THE HEAD AND KELTON IS RIGHT THERE WITH THE “FINAL ATONEMENT”! THE SPEAR FROM KELTON TURNS THE WORLD CHAMPION INSIDE OUT!
Persephone: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HE GOT WHAT HE DESERVED!!
Thadd Blazevich: ADAM IS OUT AND THE REFEREE IS NONE THE WISER ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE THE SPEAR!
Rich Russillo: KELTON SCRAMBLES OVER TO ADAM AND ROLLS HIM OVER FOR THE COVER! JON KELTON IS GOING TO STEAL IT HERE THANKS TO JAY JERRY JOHNSON!!
ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!
THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(The bell rings and ‘Lost In The World’ by Kanye West starts playing again as Kelton rolls off of Adam. The crowd is booing Kelton as he catches his breath and Bella Braxton announces the final decision of the match.)
Bella Braxton: Here is your winner… JON KELTON!!
Rich Russillo: This was a hell of a match and I can’t say that I am surprised that this is how it ended. Adam and Kelton gave as good as they got, but it was some sticky business from the outside that told the tale.
Persephone: Somebody needs to check the weather forecast in hell because it just froze over. Kelton actually won something. Good for him.
(Kelton is back on his feet as the referee raises his arm in victory. Meanwhile, Jay has a smirk on his face watching Adam hold the back of his head in pain.)
Thadd Blazevich: Bro, normally I don’t condone these things but this is a case of turnabout is fair play. You get what you give and Adam certainly got it.
Rich Russillo: Give the champ credit for fighting as hard as he did, but this match belongs to Jo–
(As Kelton is celebrating his victory in the ring, Bronson has slid into the ring and strikes Kelton from behind.)
Thadd Blazevich: BRONSON DANIELS FROM BEHIND! HE CONTROLLED HIMSELF LONG ENOUGH AND NOW HE IS JUST BEATING THE HOLY SHIT OUT OF JON KELTON!
Persephone: Good! Let them kill each other!
(Jay also slides into the ring and continues his assault on Adam Lucas.)
Rich Russillo: NOW JAY JERRY JOHNSON IS BACK IN THE RING AND HE IS CONTINUING HIS ASSAULT ON ADAM LUCAS!! HE WANTS TO CAUSE MORE DAMAGE TO THE CHAMPION!
Thadd Blazevich: LOOK!! KELTON AND ADAM ARE STARTING TO FIGHT BACK AND MAKING THIS LOOK LIKE MORE OF AN EVEN FIGHT!
Persephone: Good. Let them kill each other and they can all never appear on Voltage again. Fine with me.
(The four men in the ring are still beating the hell out of each other as security slides into the ring and break up the fights. The four men are separated but fighting like hell to keep going and the crowd is booing security.)
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Persephone: Why do they chant that every time? They aren’t going to fight anymore.
Thadd Blazevich: Not tonight at least, but they sure as hell are going to fight in two weeks, bro.
Rich Russillo: Two big matches on tap for F*ck Your Thanksgiving. Extreme Elimination Qualifying match. EAW World Championship match. Things are only going to keep building from here. For everyone, I’m Rich Russillo. Good night from Sunday Night Voltage.
(The final shot shows security holding onto all four men for dear life as they all want to kill each other as the shot fades to black….)
(EAW Logo Buzzes….)
