(EAW intro plays.)
(The camera shows highlights of last week’s Super Voltage: F*ck Your Thanksgiving, showing a recap of the event and all of the matches. After this, the camera fades and opens back up to the Brookshire Grocery Arena in Shreveport, Louisiana, where Sunday Night Voltage will take place tonight. The fans in attendance cheer loudly as the opening pyro for the night shoots out from the stage, before the camera cuts to the commentary table where Rich Russillo, Thadd Blazevich and Persephone are seen.)
Rich Russillo: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the FINAL Sunday Night Voltage before Road to Redemption! I am Rich Russillo, and with me are Thadd Blazevich and Persephone Tsitsipas!
Thadd Blazevich: That’s the final marquee event of the year dude, and I am SO stoked for it! I can’t wait for this one, bro.
Persephone: I can. At least there are Extreme Elimination Chambers, otherwise I don’t know why I’ll even be there.
(The camera pans to the ring, where the Voltage Commissioner, Captain Charisma can be seen. He is standing in the center of the ring with a microphone in his hand, and he has a smile on his face as he looks around at the fans in attendance, who are cheering after seeing the Commissioner tonight. Eventually the fans begin to calm down, and after this, he begins to speak.)
Captain Charisma: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sunday Night Voltage! I think you all know what’s coming up, but in case you’re unaware, let me tell you. Next week is Road to Redemption, the final marquee event of the year where the Extreme Elimination Chambers will be held. This is one of the biggest events of the year every single year because of this fact, and I don’t intend to let this year be an exception. I have an announcement to make, but first, I’d like all of the announced participants in the EAW World Championship Extreme Elimination Chamber to join me in the ring. I’m sure they’ll all like to hear this.
(Captain Charisma waits for a moment, before finally, ‘Lowlife Princess’ by BIBI hits. The fans begin to loudly boo, but as Miku Sakai storms out with a microphone in her hand, she doesn’t look too amused. She wastes no time though, making her way down the ramp and towards the ring.)
Rich Russillo: It looks like Captain Charisma has some words for us, but before we get to that, we first must bring out the participants in this year’s Extreme Elimination Chamber. So far we have four of them, and the first is making her way down the ramp right now.
Thadd Blazevich: Miku Sakai got this match after beating Cody Maverick in that wild Thanksgiving match, and now this is a huge opportunity for her, bro! Imagine if Miku wins her first World title here!
Persephone: That’d be Hell on Earth. The last thing I need to witness in my lifetime is a Miku Sakai World Championship reign.
(Miku Sakai makes her way into the ring, but once she’s in the ring, she begins to speak to Captain Charisma.)
Miku Sakai: Okay, what the fuck is the point of this? I’m obviously gonna win the Extreme Elimination Chamber, why do we need everyone else out here??
Captain Charisma: You’ll see.
(Miku just rolls her eyes at that response, waiting as ‘Run Into Flowers’ by M83 hits. The fans cheer loudly, and before long, Bronson Daniels begins to walk out. Bronson doesn’t look happy following the outcome of his Deathmatch against Jon Kelton, but he remains composed as he begins to walk down the ramp.)
Rich Russillo: Bronson Daniels is probably one of the few fan favorites in this match given the field we have so far, but as you can see, Bronson is not in the best of moods. I can see how, knowing that his biggest enemy as of right now, Jon Kelton, will also be in this match.
Thadd Blazevich: That must suck for Bronson, but think about it dude, Bronson won a Chamber just last year! He knows he has what it takes to win one. I think there’s a very good chance that he can do it again.
(Bronson Daniels walks up the steel steps before entering the ring. Once in the ring, Bronson doesn’t say anything, standing in the corner of the ring. However, once ‘Lost In The World’ by Kanye West hits, he can’t help but turn towards the stage. Jon Kelton begins to walk out to the stage, and he stops for a moment, staring at Bronson Daniels. Much like Bronson, he doesn’t appear satisfied with last week’s events, but he begins to make his way down the ramp.)
Rich Russillo: Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton had a very shocking ending to their match as it resulted in a double pin. As you can see, neither man is happy about that, as somehow they still have unfinished business with each other.
Thadd Blazevich: Bro, we might need to get security out here or something. We know how things get between these two whenever they’re in the ring with each other. They might not even make it to Road to Redemption with how things have played out.
(Jon Kelton makes his way into the ring, and quickly Captain Charisma steps in between him and Bronson Daniels.)
Captain Charisma: Now, just wait a bit before you two start getting into it. Remember, both of you are in the Extreme Elimination Chamber. There’s no need to mess things up for yourselves now.
(Jon Kelton and Bronson Daniels don’t take their eyes off of each other, but they don’t fight, either. Finally, ‘Everybody Knows (Unstoppable)’ by Royal Deluxe begins to play. Adam Lucas slowly begins to walk out, wearing the EAW World Championship around his waist as he looks at the Elitists inside of the ring. Adam doesn’t look impressed, waiting a moment before beginning to walk down the ramp.)
Persephone: Ugh, here comes this joke of a Champion. I’ll admit, him concussing Jay Jerry Johnson was kinda funny, but I still don’t care for this guy.
Rich Russillo: Adam Lucas has been a tough Champion up to this point, but he also has a tough field of competitors gunning for his title right now. This won’t be an easy match for Adam to try and retain his Championship, that’s for sure. He’s gonna need to bring his best.
Thadd Blazevich: I know bro, but then again, we know Adam Lucas isn’t new to matches like this. He’s a dangerous dude too, so he might be right at home in a match like this one. So far, I think all four of them have a good chance of winning!
(Adam Lucas makes his way into the ring, and right after this he begins to speak.)
Adam Lucas: Alright, get to the point. Let me guess, we need to deal with the fact that there’s only four people in this Chamber, right?
(After this, Captain Charisma smirks.)
Captain Charisma: That’s right. We still have two spots left in this Chamber, and with Road to Redemption coming next week, that’s something I plan to fix right now. I called all of you out here so that you can learn firsthand who you will be sharing this Extreme Elimination Chamber with, and-
(‘There Is Surely Tomorrow’ by WAGAMAMA RAKIA suddenly hits, cutting Captain Charisma off.)
Persephone: Wait, hold on. What are we doing here? Isn’t that Jay Jerry Johnson’s music? He’s not in this match.
Rich Russillo: It is Jay’s music! Captain Charisma was about to make an announcement regarding the Chamber field, but it looks like Jay Jerry Johnson had some thoughts of his own he had to get off his chest. I guess we’ll have to see what he has to say!
Thadd Blazevich: Last week bro suffered a bad injury, but hopefully Triple J will be good. The fact that he’s walking out here right now after that concussion might be a good sign!
(Captain Charisma looks towards the stage, and Jay Jerry Johnson begins to walk out with a microphone in his hand. Adam Lucas looks confused seeing Jay Jerry Johnson after he had defeated him at F*ck Your Thanksgiving, but as Jay walks down the ramp, he begins to speak.)
Jay Jerry Johnson: Listen, before you continue I’d just like to make something clear. I’m not happy about how my match against Adam Lucas turned out, and even less pleased knowing that I received a concussion, but I am not missing Road to Redemption for anything. I received word that I am going to be cleared by next week, which gives me just enough time to finish my unfinished business with the EAW World Championship, and get one more chance to become a World Champion. I got injured in my match against Adam last week. There’s no way I’m going to allow something like that to pass without at least getting the opportunity to settle this once and for all.
(Jay Jerry Johnson enters the ring, staring directly at Captain Charisma as he continues.)
Jay Jerry Johnson: You still have two open spots in the Extreme Elimination Chamber. I want one of them.
(The fans cheer, but Adam Lucas doesn’t look happy hearing this request from Jay Jerry Johnson. However, before he could say something, Captain Charisma begins to speak.)
Captain Charisma: To be honest Jay, you were actually one of the individuals I was hoping to call out. I understand the circumstances you had to face, and personally I’m all for giving you and Adam Lucas the chance to resolve your issues. With that in mind, you’re in. Welcome to the Extreme Elimination Chamber, Jay.
(The crowd explodes with cheers, happy to hear that Jay will be in the Extreme Elimination Chamber. Jay nods, satisfied with what he has heard as he now has the chance to fight in the Chamber. However, soon after this, Adam Lucas steps up and speaks.)
Adam Lucas: Woah, what? I already beat him. Why is he getting another shot?
Captain Charisma: You went out of your way to do further damage even after he was injured. I think it’s only right that he gets the chance to fight back.
(Adam Lucas can’t believe what he’s hearing, but he turns and stares at Jay Jerry Johnson, who is looking right at him.)
Adam Lucas: This is ridiculous.
Jay Jerry Johnson: I don’t care if you accept the situation or not. After what happened last week, I’m going to finish this one way or another.
(There is a tense staredown between the two, as both men look like they are ready for a fight to break out. This doesn’t happen however, as everyone in the ring ends up being caught off guard by ‘Invincible’ by Pop Smoke, which suddenly begins to play. Captain Charisma looks surprised as Chris Elite storms out with a microphone in his hand, wasting no time heading to the ring with an annoyed look on his face.)
Rich Russillo: Well this is a surprise! It looks like Jay Jerry Johnson isn’t the only one who wants in on the Extreme Elimination Chamber. Chris Elite is here, and from the looks of it, he’s not happy whatsoever following his loss to NICK last week.
Thadd Blazevich: I don’t blame him, bro. Chris clearly wants another shot at the World title, but bro just barely missed out on what could’ve been his shot into the match. I guess we’ll have to see what this dude has to say, as I don’t think he’ll be willing to miss out on Road to Redemption.
Persephone: We’re just doing anything at this point. What’s next? Are we gonna bring out someone else to make this a seven-man Chamber?
(Chris Elite slides into the ring, standing in front of all the Extreme Elimination Chamber participants, as well as Captain Charisma.)
Chris Elite: Look, I’m not about to beat around the bush. I want to be in that Chamber, and at this point I don’t care what I gotta do to get in it. I’m not about to spend this season missing out on my shot at becoming World Champion again. I been waiting way too long for my chance to get back to this spot, and I shouldn’t be missing out on a match like this at one of the biggest shows of the year ‘cause some rookie managed to steal my win. I said that I was coming after that title when this season started and I meant it. I’m getting into that Chamber one way or another, so fuck it, if I gotta fight one of y’all for your spot in the Chamber, I’ll do it. I’ll do it right now.
(This excites the fans in attendance, thrilled to hear that there may be a match up next. However, Captain Charisma begins to respond.)
Captain Charisma: Well Chris, I-
Adam Lucas: Hold on.
(Adam Lucas interjects, stopping Captain Charisma before he could even give an answer. Adam glances at Jay Jerry Johnson, before turning towards Chris Elite and beginning to speak.)
Adam Lucas: Clearly it doesn’t actually matter how people make it into this match. I thought that you were supposed to earn your way into an Extreme Elimination Chamber since this is one of the most important matches of the year with a World Championship on the line, but now Jay Jerry Johnson is able to be handed a spot despite the fact that he just lost a World Championship match to me as recently as last week. Jay lost that match as fairly as possible, and if he can somehow get a shot in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, why can’t Chris Elite?
(This surprises the fans in attendance, but Adam Lucas doesn’t stop there.)
Adam Lucas: Besides, I’m not losing this match regardless of who’s in it. If we’re just going to hand spots out to everyone, then let’s do it. We might as well give Chris a spot, too.
(Chris stares at Adam, and he’s not amused by Adam Lucas’ words regarding the Extreme Elimination Chamber. However, Captain Charisma just shrugs after hearing what Adam had to say.)
Captain Charisma: Well, if the Champion is fine with it, I have no reason to be against it. Chris, you’re in the Chamber.
(The cheers continue, and Chris Elite doesn’t look happy, still carrying a chip on his shoulder knowing that things have not gone his way lately. He thinks about the fact that he’ll at least be able to make it into the Extreme Elimination Chamber, looking at the field of competitors in this match. However, while most of the competitors appear to be focused, Miku Sakai doesn’t look happy, looking around in disbelief before beginning to speak.)
Miku Sakai: Wait wait wait, WHAT THE FUCK???? What are you talking about!? What do you mean Jay Jerry Johnson and Chris Elite are entering the Chamber?! Um, hello??? Do you have amnesia or something? Did you forget that they literally BOTH lost their matches last week? I actually had to earn my match by beating Cody Maverick’s ass! I did everything I said I would and I earned the right to make it into the Chamber. Shit, even Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton had that dumbass double pin in their match, why are we letting actual losers make it into this match???
(Miku shakes her head in frustration, as Jay and Chris look to one another, seemingly on the same page with the nonsense that they’re hearing right now. Jay raises his microphone as he looks to respond.)
Jay Jerry Johnson: Ignorance is a disease, Miku, and it appears to be terminal in your case. You speak of losing as if it’s a binary concept, as if the context of my war with Adam Lucas simply evaporates because the bell rang. Let me make something clear before it’s blown out of proportion. I did not ask for a handout. I didn’t ask to be put into an opportunity that I did not deserve. I demanded a platform to correct a narrative error. You see, while you are obsessed with the simplicity of wins and losses, I am operating on a plane of logic you cannot possibly comprehend. My loss was not a failure of skill, but a circumstantial tragedy that requires rectification. To deny me entry is to deny the very essence of competition. I am not here begging; I am here offering this company a chance to legitimize a match that would otherwise be hollow without the man who pushed the World Champion further than anyone else. Do not confuse my ambition with your insecurity.
Miku Sakai: Blah blah blah, SHUT UP! You don’t even know what the fuck you’re saying!
Chris Elite: Nah, shut your dumbass up. You’re so focused on being miserable that you don’t realize who you’re talking to. I don’t wait in lines, I don’t fill out applications, I’m Chris Elite. Yeah, tell it for the whole world to hear, I lost the Ultimate Opportunity, ain’t gonna be the first time someone tried to pull that shit with me. But I didn’t choke, I ain’t choke for shit, I got screwed. There’s a difference. But I’m not gonna stand here and explain logic to someone like you because it’s clear something like that doesn’t exist in that little noggin of yours, am I right, little buddy?! Look, Adam Lucas said it’s cool, Captain Charisma said it’s cool, so I don’t understand what the fuck the problem is here. Why are you the only one crying about it?! Does thou dickeatery reach no bounds??? You’re scared imma steal the show, and trust me, beloved… I will.
(Miku groans as she takes a step back, rubbing her temple in frustration. Before she can even say anything, Adam speaks up.)
Adam Lucas: They have a point, Miku. As much as I find Jay’s ramblings tedious and Chris’ delusions entertaining, they add a level of competition to this match that I’ve been more than welcoming of. In fact, I’ve been insistent on it. I’m sure nobody else objects to it; it seems like you’re the only one who has a problem with this. Does the idea of two more bodies to climb over intimidate you? Because from where I’m standing, it just looks like two more people for me to disappoint. I am the Standard, I am the Next Level, and whether it’s four of you or six of you, the result remains the same. I still walk out at the top of Sunday Night Voltage, and if they want to sign their death warrants, then let them do it. It’s never been an issue to me.
(Miku is about to lash out at Adam, but before she can, Bronson is heard slowly laughing. He takes a brief moment before beginning to speak.)
Bronson Daniels: It’s almost impressive how desperate you all are to be inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber; it’s as if that structure is a gateway to paradise rather than what it actually is, eternal suffering. Bickering about logic, narrative errors, and all of that is not something that matters to me at all; it’s just static noise. You have Jay here, trying to intellectualize his despair like it means anything, and Chris coming in, thinking everything is going to be sweet even with the dry spell that he’s in. I don’t think either of you understands what you’re asking for. You want in? Is that it? You want to walk yourselves to your own predestined doom, then go right ahead. Because I don’t care if Captain Charisma opens the floodgates for you or for anyone else, it doesn’t change the temperature of the room, and it doesn’t change the fact that none of us deserve anything but the misery we cultivate for ourselves. I’m not standing here worrying about my odds or whether there are two extra obstacles in my way to the World Championship, because unlike all of you, I know the Chamber isn’t an opportunity… It’s a funeral home for me to bury the past once and for all.
(A scoff is heard as Kelton shakes his head.)
Jon Kelton: Spare us the melodrama, Bronson, because it’s exhausting hearing this over and over again like I have these past couple of weeks. Every time you open your mouth, you suck the energy out of everything around you. This same brotherhood is dead garbage. You SHOULD care if they’re in the match with you, I certainly do, and you know why? Because I’m not here to wallow in self-pity or hold a funeral for anyone, I’m here to win the EAW World Championship and solidify a legacy that you spent a year trying to hold back. Miku is right, and it pains me to admit that, but she is absolutely right that this isn’t a charity where we hand out opportunities for anyone who decides to walk down the ramp and ask for it. Jay, you had your shot, and you took the Champ to his limits. Congratulations, hold your head proud of that. But it doesn’t change the fact that you lost. And Chris? You had your chance to potentially be in this match with the Ultimate Opportunity in the palm of your hands, and you know what happened? You let it slip. And it’s not because you got screwed, but because you’re Chris Elite, and you’re never going to be good enough as long as you don’t give a damn about this place.
Jay Jerry Johnson: A quaint and terribly inaccurate depiction from a man whose entire career trajectory is currently defined by a domestic dispute with his former partner and a desperate need for validation. You speak of focus, Mr. Kelton, yet I see it right now, more than anything else, you are terrified. You’re frightened that someone with actual intellect might step in and expose your limitations. I am not going to beat around the bush. I am the intellectual superior to every other Elitist in this Chamber, and my presence in this match elevates it from merely a brawl to a masterclass. I have been in a Chamber before, I know how it feels, I know what it takes. And I know that it requires more than emotional outbursts to get ahead. Bronson is too busy stuck in his own mind, Miku is too busy fighting her own insecurities, and you are too busy trying to convince the world you he aren’t a sidekick. Adam knows this, which is why he welcomes me. He seeks to test himself against iron, and I am the only person who is capable of saying that he will be the new Champion come the Marquee Event.
(The crowd cheers loudly as the tension begins to heat up. Chris is leaning against the ropes, annoyed as he crosses his arms, shaking his head as he begins to speak.)
Chris Elite: Y’all are depressing as hell, for real. Is this what this Chamber is about? Boo-hoo, my brother hates me. Boo-hoo, I lost this or that. Man, I sure do wish I gave a fuck! You know what? Yeah, Kelton, maybe I did let it slip away from me, or maybe I just like taking the hard way, because I know that it’s better when all eyes are on you, like they are right now. I don’t give a damn if I got handed this match or not; what matters is the fact that I’m in it, and there’s nothing that your dumbass is gonna be able to do about it. This match needs Chris Elite anyway, damn. Everyone else around here is bullshitting. I don’t know how y’all survived with all this dumbass bickering in the first place. You need the star power, you need the flash, and most importantly, you need the guy who can actually entertain these people. So I couldn’t give less of a fuck if this is fair or not, because ain’t nothing fair in EAW in the first place. I’m taking that spot, and there ain’t a damn thing any of you bitches can do about it.
Miku Sakai: You think this is funny. I see the look on your face, you think this dumbass shit is funny! Your shit-for-brains head thinks that my career is some sort of joke that you can just kick around like it doesn’t mean anything. Seriously, am I the only one here taking this seriously, the only one who didn’t need a handout or some sort of sob story to get myself into this Chamber?! Holy fucking shit. I have carried dead weight on my back for months, I have scratched and clawed for every inch of respect I get, and I’m not going to let some fucking choke artist and pseudo-intellectual walk in here and try and take my Championship opportunity away from me because they think that they deserve it more than me, hell no. You want to steal the show, Chris? You want to be the center of attention? Do it in the fucking Extreme Enigma Battle Royal or something, do it as far away as you possibly can from me. Just shut the fuck up.
Adam Lucas: It’s fascinating, really, how quickly the “deserving” turn into savages when their spot at the table is threatened. You’re all so worried about who gets in, who stays out, who lost what, and who said which, that you’re forgetting the only variable that actually matters, and that’s me. I told you, I don’t care if they get in because it’s just more fuel for the fire, it’s just more proof that I can stand in the eye of the storm and not even be moved by it. All of you, I fully insist, can bring whatever sort of motivation that you want; it doesn’t matter to me. Because once the scene finally settles in and the time for talk is over, none of you is going to be able to stop what happens in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, and that’s me heading into the next year as your EAW World Champion.
Bronson Daniels: You think you’re safe, Adam? You think just because you’re the Champion that all of a sudden that protects you? It doesn’t. In the Chamber, there’s nowhere to run. You’re not the only variable in this match that matters; you’re wrong. The only thing I care about is hurting him.
(Bronson points to Kelton, who looks annoyed already.)
Bronson Daniels: I don’t care about your title reign, I don’t care about your legacy. I care about breaking the man standing next to me until he can’t stand up anymore. That’s not a story, Adam. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Jon Kelton: You get out of here with that. Understand this, I’m going to be the one who beats you. God, do you ever listen?! You’re so obsessed with this martyr complex, like you’re this unstoppable force, Bronson, but you’re not! All you are is a man. A man I know exactly how to hurt. I’m the threat here, not Adam, me! I’m the one who’s going to take everything from you, just like you took everything away from me. I promise you, if it’s the last thing that I do, I’m going to make sure that you don’t walk out of that structure.
Jay Jerry Johnson: All of you possess an innate amount of emotional instability, just like Miku. Perhaps if you spent less time screaming and more time studying the tape, you would realize why I am a necessary addition to this equation. You flail about, demanding respect and acknowledgement, yet you offer nothing but volume. What I offer is substance. I offer a challenge that actually threatens the reign of the World Champion. You are an annoyance, I am a crisis. And frankly, your inability to distinguish between the two is exactly why you will be the first one eliminated.
Miku Sakai: OH MY FUCKING GOD STOP TALKING TO ME! One more word! Say one more word, and I swear to God I will rip that tongue out of your fucking mouth. I am not an annoyance; I am the hardest-working person in this ring. I have bled for this company, broken bones, you think you’re a crisis! You’re a FUCKING JOKE! And if you think for one second I’m going to let you talk down to me, then you’re more stupid than you look, motherfucker.
Chris Elite: Beloved, that was nice and all, but it really doesn’t fucking matter. You talk a big game, but all I see is someone working hard to be miserable. Lighten up, pal. Maybe if you smiled once in a while, you wouldn’t be so worried about me taking your spot. 😀 But hey, keep it up, just don’t be surprised when I’m the World Champion, and you’re the one holding a grudge, regardless, it doesn’t matter to me-
Miku Sakai: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Rich Russillo: AND HERE WE GO! MIKU JUST LUNGED FORWARD AND NAILED CHRIS WITH A PUNCH! CHRIS STAGGERS HIMSELF BACK, AND MIKU IMMEDIATELY LEAPS THROUGH THE AIR AND CONNECTS WITH A DROPKICK TO HIS CHEST THAT SENDS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES AND OUT OF THE RING!
Thadd Blazevich: AND SHIT IS GOING DOWN, DUDE! BOMBS ARE FLYING EVERYWHERE! JAY SEES THE OPENING AND RUSHES ADAM, BUT ADAM IS READY FOR HIM! HE MEETS HIM WITH A BOOT TO THE ABDOMEN- BUT JAY MANAGES TO CATCH THE FOOT! HE SPINS HIM AROUND BEFORE NAILING HIM WITH A STRIKE TO THE FACE! ADAM STUMBLES, BUT HE IMMEDIATELY TACKLES JAY AS BOTH OF THEM ARE TAKEN DOWN TO THE CANVAS IN A BRAWL!
Persephone: Hah! Look at Captain Charisma. He looks stupid. Go do something, motherfucker!
Rich Russillo: AND TO NOBODY’S SURPRISE, ELYSIUM HAS COME TO BLOWS TOO! BRONSON AND KELTON COLLIDE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, A FLURRY OF LEFTS AND RIGHTS! BRONSON IMMEDIATELY GRABS KELTON BY THE HEAD AND SLAMS HIM AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE, BUT KELTON IMMEDIATELY TURNS IT AROUND AND THROWS BRONSON THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE AND OUT OF THE RING! CREATING DISTANCE BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM SO HE CAN RECOVER!
Thadd Blazevich: MIKU SAKAI IS ON THE APRON AS SHE RUNS FORWARD, LEAPING OFF AND TRYING TO TAKE CHRIS DOWN- BUT CHRIS MANAGES TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! MIKU ROLLS UP TO HER FEET AS CHRIS GRABS HER BY THE ABDOMEN, RUNNING HER FORWARD AND RAMMING HER SPINE AGAINST THE BARRICADE! BOTH OF THEM ARE CONTINUING TO TRADE BLOWS RELENTLESSLY!
Persephone: FUCK! Captain Charisma gets smart enough to call down security. Party’s over, guys. 🙁
(Security floods the ringside area as immediately they don’t have a choice but to get to work. Bronson Daniels is pried off of Jon Kelton as both of them try and break free. Meanwhile, Adam is reaching out his hands and trying to get to Jay, but Jay is holding his hands up, signaling that he’s not going to put up any more of a fight. Miku and Chris continue to go at it, but ultimately their fight is quelled as well, as both of them continue to shout incoherently at one another. It’s absolute mayhem as everyone has finally been pried apart, with the crowd soured as the fight comes to an end. It’s the very last scene shown before Sunday Night Voltage begins to fade out to elsewhere.)
(We fade back into the backstage area of Sunday Night Voltage. Sofia Clarke is currently standing by with Candice Blair. As she enters the screen, the crowd begins to cheer.)
Sofia Clarke: Ladies and gentlemen, I am backstage here on Sunday Night Voltage with a very special guest! Please welcome Candice Blair!
Candice Blair: Thank you for taking the time to speak to me Sofia. Obviously, I have a lot on my mind lately.
Sofia Clarke: I have no doubt about that. The first question I would like to ask is about how you feel about your season so far. You made a lot of big promises at the beginning of the season. Do you feel like that is still achievable?
Candice Blair: Of course I do Sofia. You see, this season has been a bit of a wild ride for me. There’s no doubt about that. Not everything has gone the way that I intended it too. If it had, then I would already have a championship belt around my waist. Unfortunately, opportunities have passed me by. Like Territorial Invasion…where Ashlynn stole that victory. See, I started things off hot here. I beat Saori Aizen at Bloodsport…but I haven’t been able to seize the opportunity since. Don’t get me wrong, I am not dissuaded in the slightest. Everything that I promised at the beginning of the season is still going to be manifested. There should be no doubt in anyone’s mind about that.
Sofia Clarke: What are your current plans to achieve that?
Candice Blair: Since that ultimate opportunity was torn from my hands last week….I’ve been thinking about that day and night. Road to Redemption is right around the corner…literally actually. We are only a week away from it. And that’s where I have to find what’s next. The Extreme Enigma Battle Royale. See, there are a lot of people who have made names for themselves winning that match. Being the sole survivor isn’t just an honor but the opportunities come flooding in. Now, I might not be holding gold to finish out my year…but that is something that I can win.
Sofia Clarke: So, you are officially declaring yourself for the Battle Royale then?
Candice Blair: Absolutely. I’m not just declaring myself for the match though. See, I intend on winning it. Because this year is not going to end on losses for The Hot Commodity. It is going to end on a victory. See, I’m going to head into 2026 in position to make sure I get what I want. All of those promises will come true. All you have to do is keep watching Sofia. Because I will be the last elitist standing in that ring. Then it will only a matter of time before there is gold around my wa-
???: Did someone say gold?
(The crowd boos as Cosmo Goldworthy arrives to interrupt the interview. He steps onto the other side of Sofia Clarke with a grin.)
Candice Blair: Is there a reason you’re interrupting my interview?
Cosmo Goldworthy: Yeah…I got something to say. I see a microphone right here so I figure this is the perfect opportunity. You see, I’m not happy. I’m not happy at all with all things have gone for me in the last few weeks. I mean…can you believe this? I should have been the one to walk away with that opportunity last week. Not that rookie. Does he seem like he’s worth more than Goldworthy? Hell no. But this past month has been one disaster after another. You want to talk about winning gold? So do I. Because I got my own eyes on some prizes here Candice. I want to be a champion way more than you ever did. But now I hear that you’re talking about this battle royal and damn…I’m kind of thinking that I want in.
Candice Blair: Hey, you do you Cosmo. You’re always welcome to try…and fail.
Cosmo Goldworthy: Fail? Nah, that’s not what’s going down at Road to Redemption. See, I’m going to get exactly that. Redemption. I’m going to be looking at this past month and laughing my butt off. Especially when I’m the last one in that ring, everyone else is lying on the outside wondering where it all went wrong for them. You know when it went wrong? Right now, when I decided to sign up for this thing. Because I’m going to win the whole thing, Candice. Then I’ll be taking my gold in very short order.
Candice Blair: You have no idea what you’re talking about right Cosmo. You’ve had a bad month? I have been trying to get my hands on my first title for a very long time. You’re not going to be the one that prevents me from getting it. Understand?
Cosmo Goldworthy: Oh I understand alright. You think that you’re better than me. But you’re going to find out the hard way just untrue that is. That battle royale is mine. There isn’t anything that you can do about that.
???: I think anyone can do something about that.
(And now Diego Montana walks into the screen. He looks cocky as ever, a grin spread across his face. Cosmo Goldworthy turns to stare him down.)
Diego Montana: Cosmo, who are you kidding right now? Who are you trying to convince that you’re big and tough? I mean, after the month you’ve had…it just seems like you’re all bark and no bite. Obviously there is no reason for you to enter this match at all. I know you see this opportunity and you tell yourself that is finally where everything turns around…but nah. You’re on a cold streak that’s just going to be even colder. Instead of embarrassing yourself in front of the entire Voltage locker room, you’re vying for the chance to do it in front of the entire EAW locker room. My recommendation? Quit while you’re behind.
Cosmo Goldworthy: I know you’re not talking. I’ve already dusted you this season Diego. I kicked your sorry ass at Wicked Games. You want to talk about embarrassment? Have you considered looking in the mirror? I know you haven’t with that mullet you’re sporting. It looks ridiculous.
Candice Blair: Please. As if either of you have a leg to stand on this season. You see, both of you need to do some reflection. You’re both two sides of the same coin. Egotistical, arrogant and cocky. You’re both just those three traits without anything to back it up. That’s the reason you’re going to just continue to make clowns of yourself. Unlike me, who is actually serious about getting gold around my waist.
Diego Montana: Serious? Aren’t you like…a veteran? Seriously, if it took me as long as it’s taken you to become a champion, I’d consider retirement. Have you considered that it just might not happen for you. You know what? You should leave the gold up for the young talent that actually…might get it. Just like Goldworthy should stop pretending his victory over me wasn’t just a fluke. There isn’t a prayer that you’re better than me. Or that you’re going to have a better season than me. No, 2026 is the year of Diego Montana. But hey, you two are more than welcome to celebrate my achievements.
Cosmo Goldworthy: The only thing I’m going to be celebrating is the beating that I give you. Already done that but there’s no sweat off my back running it back. So, you better turn around right now Montana. Walk back to whatever water drain you crawled out of because I got no problem squashing you right here, right now.
(Diego Montana and Cosmo Goldworthy are now staring each other down, getting close.)
Candice Blair: Wow, measuring to see whose inch is a bit bigger? I don’t think either of you really get what’s going on here…so let me spell it out for you.
(Candice Blair steps right in between them and pushes them apart. She gives them both her own stare before continuing.)
Candice Blair: Neither of you are better than I am. Neither of you are getting gold this season before I do. If you want to stand in my way…then you better be ready. Because I will run you over and not look back.
???: I think that’s enough everyone.
(All three Elitists seem to recognize that voice in an instant. They all pause and turn around to see Eden Sinclair.)
Eden Sinclair: You know, it’s good to see all of you so passionate about Road to Redemption. It seems to be like this all has a very simple solution. You want an opportunity? Then you can have it. All three of you are going to be entered in the Extreme Enigma Battle Royale. Only one of you of course is going to be able to win it. I guess we’ll see who wants to be a champion more. Good luck.
(With that, Eden Sinclair walks back off. All three competitors turn back towards each other in an instant for the stare down. The camera fades from there.)
[SCREENBAR – Road To Redemption 2020.]
(The fans erupt as the camera focuses in on the Cash in the Vault briefcase which is hanging high above the ring. After a moment, the shot switches to Voltage ring announcer, Bella Braxton.)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A BARBED WIRE LADDER MATCH FOR THE CASH IN THE VAULT BRIEFCASE!!!
(There’s another huge pop from the crowd.)
Bella Braxton: IN ORDER TO WIN THE MATCH YOU MUST CLIMB THE LADDER AND RETRIEVE THE BRIEFCASE!
(“Triumph” by Tenth Dimension begins to blast across the PA system and the excited crowd begin to boo as Drake King, dressed like Jesus in gorgeous flowing golden robes with a matching attire underneath, steps on stage.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST!!! HAVING BEEN REBORN AND RISEN FROM THE DEAD SEA… WEIGHING IN AT 225 POUNDS… HE IS DRAKE THE REDEEMER!!!
Drake King: (off-mic) :blessed: BLESSED BE THOSE WHO WATCH ME PUNISH THOSE WHO HAVE SINNED AGAINST ME! :blessed:
Crowd: FUCK YOU, DRAKE! 👏 👏 FUCK YOU, DRAKE! 👏👏 FUCK YOU, DRAKE! 👏👏
(Drake pauses and glares at the crowd, unable to process the awful things they are saying to him.)
James Peters: Well that is quite the reaction this crowd is having towards ‘The Last Messiah’. They don’t seem to like him at all.
Rich Russillo: Well, can you really blame them? Drake has been an absolute menace since he made his debut on Voltage. He’s constantly picked fights with fan favorites, cost Malcolm Jones and Darcy May Morgan a huge win back at Territorial Invasion, and has just been the subject of controversy week after week.
Persephone: But it’s all for the good of EAW amirite? :mjlol:
James Peters: Drake thinks it is and tonight he looks to add another prize to his already impressive resume. The Cash in the Vault briefcase gives the holder a guaranteed world championship shot whenever they want.
Rich Russillo: However, if Drake is to be believed, he doesn’t want the title shot for his own personal gain. Since returning, he has maintained his stance that he does not care about anything like that. He just wants to make EAW better, and that means moulding it to fit his vision. :mjlol:
Persephone: 🙄
(Drake steps up on the ring steps and blesses himself before he climbs into the ring.)
(After Drake gets himself set, his music fades out and is replaced by “Spotlight Savior” by Iggy Azalea.)
Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT… FROM KENT, UNITED KINGDOM… WEIGHING IN AT 130 POUNDS… SHE IS “THE LEADING LADY”… THE 2020 CASH IN THE VAULT HOLDER… DARCY MAY MORGAN!!!!
(Darcy receives an incredible ovation as she steps on the stage, and cheers aren’t always the way fans greet her. Darcy is a strong, rather polarizing personality, and hasn’t always endeared herself to the fans. Tonight is different, and they are solidly behind her, and a small smile crosses Darcy’s face as she begins to make her way to the ring.)
Rich Russillo: This is arguably the biggest match of Darcy May Morgan’s career and I’m about to tell you why. Back at Pain for Pride, she reached the peak of her journey here in EAW. She outlasted so many other talented Elitists to capture that briefcase and get herself one step closer to her dream of becoming Universal Women’s Champion. The joy and pride on her face was something that was real, raw, and emotional, and if tonight doesn’t go in her favor, then all that hard work will be for nothing.
Persephone: Yeah, but I’m really not seeing why that would be such a bad thing. I mean, miserable people are fun to watch because you never really know when they’re going to self-destruct, and this could like literally push Darcy to the edge.
James Peters: Drake has certainly pushed Darcy, and this whole match tonight is so incredibly personal. Neither one of these Elitists held anything back this week as they promoted the match and verbally attacked one another. Something tells me that this match is going to be violent, bloody, and it could very well get downright gruesome.
Persephone: I mean, it should. Like Darcy literally spit in Drake’s face a couple of weeks ago or whatever, and we’re in the middle of a massive COVID outbreak, again.
(As if on cue, Rich starts to cough.)
Persephone: OH HELL NO!
James Peters: Bro…
Rich Russillo: :mjcry: I was just drinking my water and it went down the wrong pipe.
(Inside the ring, Darcy took in her surroundings. Her briefcase was hanging above the ring, and the fans inside the Superdome were on pins and needles waiting for this highly anticipated contest. The referee checked with both competitors, and both of them signaled that they were ready.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
(Drake stared at Darcy, almost as if he was daring her to make the first move. This was set to be the biggest match of her life, with her future hanging above them both right above that ring. There was no mistaking the look of pure evil in Drake’s eyes, and Darcy knew in that moment she would either defend that charred, wrecked briefcase or she would die trying.)
James Peters: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is underway and a hush has settled across this crowd. I can not stress to you how important this match is for Darcy May Morgan. All season long she has been searching for the same magic that led her to becoming one of the greatest Specialists Champions in history.
Rich Russillo: To add to that, she went through absolute Hell to win that guaranteed world championship shot back at Pain for Pride. Some of the greatest Elitists in our company competed in that match this past June, and have gone on to secure championships of their own.
Persephone: Could you imagine going through all of that only to fall short now? God. Darcy might kill herself if that happens.
James Peters: Pain for Pride wasn’t exactly kind to Drake King either. We see the toil it has taken on him and what he’s become as a result. He’s become a vengeful, evil exaggerated version of the man he used to be, and there’s no doubt in my mind that tonight he really does plan to punish Darcy.
(Darcy tore her eyes away from Drake for a brief moment and looked up at the briefcase hanging above the ring. A determined look crossed her face and she grit her teeth. She brought her eyes back down to Drake, and the arrogant smile that crossed his face as he casually leaned back against the ring ropes was enough of a taunt to send her into action.)
Rich Russillo: DARCY CHARGES TOWARDS DRAKE AND SENDS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A CLOTHESLINE! ‘THE LEADING LADY’ IS THE ONE WHO IS GETTING US STARTED TONIGHT AND SHE RUNS THE ROPES! DRAKE IS BACK TO HIS FEET BUT DARCY WITH A RUNNING DROPKICK THROUGH THE ROPES THAT CONNECTS WITH THAT BARBED WIRE LADDER! DRAKE IS HIT WITH THAT LADDER AND IT LANDS ON TOP OF HIM!
Persephone: DARCY IS ON THE TOP ROPE NOW… MOONSAULT KNEE DROP ONTO THE LADDER!
James Peters: Darcy usually does a standing version of that move, but there’s no doubt that the stakes are high tonight. High risk, high reward, and she is looking to dish out the punishment to Drake early on, even if it means she has to sacrifice some of herself in the process.
Rich Russillo: Darcy has been waiting for this fight all week and she’s running off of excitement, adrenaline, and determination right now. I don’t think the barbed wire colliding with her knees had much of an effect at all.
Persephone: I hate agreeing with you because it’s gross, but you’re right. She is back to her feet and she’s slamming the ladder down on Drake’s back over and over! Darcy finally tosses the ladder to the side and she’s sliding back into the ring! Drake is a bit groggy as he stands up, and HERE COMES DARCY AGAIN!
James Peters: DARCY WITH A LEAP OF FAITH! SHE SPRINGBOARDS INTO THE AIR AND TAKES DRAKE BACK DOWN WITH A FLYING CROSSBODY! DARCY RAINING BLOW AFTER BLOW DOWN ON DRAKE NOW! DRAKE THROWS HER OFF BUT DARCY USES THE MOMENTUM TO ROLL TOWARDS THE RING! DARCY LIFTS THE SKIRT AND SHE’S PULLING OUT A PINK RAZOR WHIP!
Rich Russillo: :wow:! That’s always been Darcy’s weapon of choice! She used it last season in the Specialists Chamber and again in the No Way Out match she competed in to try and get herself into the Pain for Pride Main Event, and it looks like she is about to light Drake up with it!
Persephone: The Messiah is trying to pick himself up, but Darcy lashes him across the face with the whip! A line of blood appears across the cheek of Drake King, and look at Drake, guise! He doesn’t seem happy right now.
James Peters: And Darcy doesn’t care! She strikes Drake across the chest with the whip, and whips it across his face again! She flies at Drake, hitting him square in the jaw with a leaping forearm smash, takes him by the hair, and throws him into the barricades! Drake slams against the barricades and Darcy with a running, leaping knee strike! She connects with Drake’s jaw and plants him into the ground with a DDT!
Rich Russillo: Darcy reaches under the ring again and she pulls out one of those barbed wire ladders. She slides it into the ring and sets it up, ignoring the fact that every time she touches that ladder the barbs claw at her hands. Darcy is looking to climb to the top, but Drake is quickly back in the ring! He rips Darcy off the ladder and throws her back into the corner :yikes:! That had to cut open her hands.
(Darcy’s palms are indeed bloody and she wipes them on her ring shorts. Drake has a wild look in his eyes, clearly not prepared for Darcy to come out swinging. Darcy grips the ring ropes and pulls herself up, and she approaches Drake with a bit of caution. The two of them slowly circle one another, as the tension building inside the ring rises between the two.)
James Peters: DRAKE OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SUPERKICK!
Persephone: DARCY DUCKS!
Rich Russillo: DRAKE WHIRLS AROUND AND HE DODGES A CLOTHESLINE FROM DARCY! DRAKE IS ABLE TO CATCH DARCY AROUND THE WAIST AND HE THROWS HER INTO THE LADDER WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! THE BACK OF DARCY’S HEAD JUST CONNECTED WITH THE LADDER RUNG AND SHE IS GRABBING FOR IT! DRAKE STRIKES! HE GRABS THE LADDER AND DRIVES THE LEG OF IT DOWN INTO DARCY’S FACE! :yikes:
James Peters: DRAKE DOES THAT SEVERAL MORE TIMES AND HE THROWS THE LADDER INTO THE CORNER! DRAKE JERKS DARCY UP BY THE HAIR AND HE WHIPS HER INTO THE LADDER! DRAKE TAKES OFF RUNNING AND NAILS DARCY WITH A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE FROM BEHIND! HER FACE SLAMS INTO THE LADDER AND THAT CAUSES A SCREAM TO RIP FROM HER LIPS!
Persephone: NO MERCY FROM THE MESSIAH! :blessed: DRAKE HAS DARCY BY THE HAIR AND HE SLAMS HER FACE INTO THE LADDER! HE IS PRESSING HER AGAINST THE BARBED WIRE AND DARCY IS DOING HER BEST TO SHOVE HERSELF BACK! DRAKE HOLDS HER IN PLACE, FURTHER DIGGING THOSE BARBS INTO HER FLESH!!!! 😀 NEAT!
Rich Russillo: DARCY’S FACE IS STUCK TO THE LADDER AND DRAKE USES HER HAIR TO PULL HER OFF! :damn: I THINK SOME OF HER SKIN IS HANGING OFF!
James Peters: Even back in his noob days, Drake has shown us that he has one hell of a mean streak. I’ll never forget when he took the branding iron to Raven Roberts and melted her face off.
Persephone: :krabs: What? I need to go look that up! That explains why she is so fucking ugly.
Rich Russillo: Darcy is down on the mat and she is clutching at her
face. Drake stomps on her a few times and he slides to the outside. Drake retrieves a steel chair from the time keeper and he throws it into the ring. Drake’s back in now, but Darcy has wisely rolled onto the apron. She grabs the ropes and pulls herself onto her knees and Drake throws the chair at her!
James Peters: DARCY MANAGES TO CATCH THE CHAIR BUT DRAKE WITH THE GUILLOTINE! THE SICK KICK TO THE CHAIR SENDS IT CRASHING INTO DARCY’S FACE AND SHE FLIES OFF THE APRON! DARCY IS DOWN ON THE OUTSIDE! SHE IS NOT GETTING BACK UP! DRAKE HAS ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD TO RESET THE LADDER AND GO FOR THE BRIEFCASE!
(That’s not what Drake had in mind, however.)
Persephone: Drake is out of the ring and he is walking towards Darcy! She has not moved since taking the chair to the face via the Guillotine. Drake snatches her up by the ankle and he drags her over to the steel ring steps.
James Peters: Drake has vowed to hurt Darcy and make her suffer and it seems like he plans to make good on that promise. If there is one thing we have come to learn about Drake King in Season 14, it’s that he definitely goes above and beyond to follow through on his promises.
Rich Russillo: Drake scoops Darcy up and suplexes her onto the steps! She grips her lower back and drops to the ground. Drake wastes no time pulling the steps apart and he just jammed the edge of the step into Darcy’s kidney area! Drake does it again and again, and he lets them drop across Darcy’s back! She might be broken in half right now!
Persephone: Well.
James Peters: I guess we’re about to find out because Drake has pulled Darcy up. He nails her with a nasty looking right hand to the jaw and bounces her face off the apron. Darcy stumbles and falls down, clearly in another world right now. Drake has done a lot of damage to her in a short amount of time, and it doesn’t appear that he plans to let up. Drake with a double axe-handle to the back and he nails Darcy with a clubbing blow to the back to the head.
Rich Russillo: Drake has spied Darcy’s razor whip and he retrieves the weapon.
Persephone: Bless this bitch’s heart, she’s trying to get up, but Drake catches her across the back with the whip! Darcy’s screams sound like music and Drake whips her again!!!
James Peters: Drake wraps the razorwhip across Darcy’s throat and he is choking her! Darcy is struggling to breathe but every time she tries to grab the whip, it slices up her hands! They were already damaged trying to climb the ladder earlier, and this is not helping any. Drake hoists Darcy up in the air and he swings her into the plexiglass covering!
Rich Russillo: Drake hoists her up again, and this time he swings Darcy into the ringpost! Drake is just ragdolling our Cash in the Vault holder right now, and he finally lets her drop!
Persephone: It’s kind of gruesome that her own weapon seems embedded in her neck right now. I like it. :drakelike:
Rich Russillo: If you like it, I love it. :drakelike:
James Peters: Drake is back in the ring now and he quickly resets the ladder. Drake might not have his eyes set on championship gold, but he certainly wants to take that briefcase from Darcy.
(The Messiah looks up at the briefcase and cracks a smile as he begins his climb up the ladder. Back on the outside of the ring, Darcy is coughing and sputtering, trying to get some air back into her lungs. She’s clearly suffering at the moment and she carefully brings her battered hands up to the razor wire that is wrapped tightly around her throat. Darcy slowly turns around as she begins to carefully untangle herself, and her eyes open wide as she sees Drake making his way up the ladder.)
Rich Russillo: DARCY THROWS HERSELF INTO THE RING AND MAKES A GRAB FOR THE LADDER! SHE’S ABLE TO TIP IT RIGHT AS DRAKE’S HAND GOES FOR THE BRIEFCASE! DRAKE IS UNABLE TO KEEP HIS BALANCE AND HE FALLS OFF THE LADDER AND INTO THE ROPES!
James Peters: Drake falls out of the ropes and onto the ground, and look at the relief on Darcy’s face! She knows that Drake was just inches from doing exactly what he said he was going to do, and she somehow managed to get back into the ring in time to stop him.
Persephone: Good for her, I guess.
(With Drake temporarily subdued on the outside of the ring, Darcy takes her time and carefully unwraps the razorwhip from around her neck. She just had an extremely close call. Drake’s fingertips had brushed her briefcase, and Darcy was not okay with that. Thankfully, her protective instincts had come out right when they needed, and her dreams of one day becoming the Universal Women’s Champion were still alive.)
Rich Russillo: Drake is stirring on the outside, and Darcy crawls out of the ring. She immediately catches Drake with a kick to the head and sends him sprawling on the ground! Darcy rakes her nails down Drake’s back, snatches him up by the hair, and begins to drag him towards the ring steps.
Persephone: Drake tortured the fuck out of Darcy with those steps earlier in the match, and now I think she wants some payback!
James Peters: Darcy slams Drake’s head off the steel and she tosses him to the side. Darcy pulls part of the steps towards the ramp, and now she’s grabbing Drake :oh:
Rich Russillo: Darcy pulls Drake up to his feet and she hooks him, looking for a snap suplex! Drake manages to block, but Darcy pounds on his back with her fist a few times, and she tries again! This time she connects! Drake’s back bounces off the steel and Darcy quickly grabs the other piece of the steps! She sandwiches Drake’s head between them and races up the ramp! DARCY WITH A RUNNING START AND SHE DROPS DOWN INTO A BASEBALL SLIDE! SHE CONNECTS WITH THE STEPS AND SHE MIGHT HAVE JUST SQUASHED DRAKE’S HEAD!!! :damn:
Persephone: Okay, that was cool.
James Peters: Darcy kicks the steps one last time for good measure, adding insult to injury! Drake is clearly feeling the effects of that cause he is lying motionless! Right now may be Darcy’s time as she could ascend the ladder right now!
Rich Russillo: Seems like she echoes the same sentiments as Darcy has now slid in the ring and positioned the ladder under the briefcase! Drake is still motionless on the outside! Darcy is climbing and she’s gonna get the briefcase! Her fingertips are touching it!
James Peters: FROM BEHIND! DRAKE KING SMASHES DARCY IN THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR! HOW IS DRAKE KING EVEN STILL STANDING RIGHT NOW?! AND AGAIN HE SMASHES HER WITH THE STEEL CHAIR! Drake grabs the dazed Darcy’s leg and pulls it out from under her! DARCY HITS FACE-FIRST ON THE LADDER RUNG! That didn’t look good, Drake had to have busted her open there!
(Darcy is indeed busted open after hitting that ladder, and she is clutching at her forehead where blood is pouring out.)
Persephone: It’s so gruesome. :blessed:
Rich Russillo: “The Messiah” Drake King is very proud of himself after that and he’s going to continue his attack by just stomping down on Darcy who can’t even defend herself at the moment! And Drake is now just pressing his boot down on the face of Darcy!
James Peter: Just look at the expression on Drake’s face! Nothing short of hatred for Darcy May Morgan, the same hatred that may have fueled him to get back up and stop Darcy from securing that briefcase! But uh oh, things are about to go from bad to worse for Darcy as the steel chair has been brought back into the equation!
Rich Russillo: This can’t be good! DRAKE NOW REPEATEDLY DRIVES THE BACK OF THE STEEL CHAIR INTO THE MIDSECTION OF DARCY! AND THE STRETCHER PART OF THE CHAIR BEING USED TO CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF DARCY!
James Peters: Drake removes the chair off her neck, and Darcy is looking to seek refuge on the outside! Drake is not far behind, however, and he still has that steel chair in hand!
(Darcy begins using the ring post to slowly get back to her feet, while Drake primes to hit her again with the chair!)
Rich Russillo: DRAKE SWINGS FOR DARCY’S HEAD! …BUT SHE DUCKS UNDER IT AND DRAKE ENDS UP HITTING THE RING POST INSTEAD! The vibration causes Drake to drop that chair out of his hands! DARCY CAPITALIZES ON THIS MOMENT OF OPPORTUNITY AND USES THE RING APRON TO ASSIST HER WITH A TORNADO DDT! “The Messiah” just got spiked on his head!
James Peters: And now the tides have turned back in Darcy’s favor who retrieves the same chair Drake King was beating her down with! DARCY ATTEMPTS TO SWING THE CHAIR AT DRAKE’S HEAD THIS TIME- BUT DRAKE EVADES IT AT THE LAST SECOND! Drake is attempting to get away from an armed Darcy, WHO SWINGS AGAIN BUT THIS TIMES HITS THE COVER OF OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE AFTER DRAKE EVADES AGAIN!
Persephone: How hard is it to hit someone with a chair. :wow:
Rich Russillo: Very. Especially when you’re dealing with someone as elusive as Drake King, who is now walking up the stage in his attempt to get away from Darcy, who is still in hot pursuit with that chair! DARCY CHARGES AT DRAKE AND TAKES A BIG SWING- BUT DRAKE AGAIN SIDESTEPS AND NAILS DARCY WITH A KNEE TO THE SIDE OF HER HEAD! Beautiful game plan by the “Last Messiah” who lured Darcy in!
James Peters: Drake wraps the arms around the waist of Darcy and something tells me she’s about to get a rough landing! DRAKE HOISTS HER UP FOR A GERMAN SUPLEX…BUT DARCY DRIVES HER ELBOW BACK INTO THE FACE OF DRAKE KING, FORCING HIM TO RELEASE HIS HOLD OF HER!
Rich Russillo: DARCY MAY MORGAN GRABS THE HAIR OF DRAKE KING AND SLAMS HIM DOWN ON THE STEEL PART OF OUR ENTRANCE WAY! SKULL TO STEEL, AND YOU COULD SEE DRAKE’S HEAD WHIPLASH OFF THE IMPACT! Drake is in some serious pain, but Darcy grabs another barbwire ladder with her already bloodied hands. She clearly has more punishment in mind for King. Drake may not be aware of Morgan’s evil intentions, as he is leaned up against the barricade.
James Peters: DARCY DRIVES THE TOP OF THAT LADDER INTO THE MIDSECTION OF DRAKE KING AND SHE IS JUST PRESSING IT INTO THE MIDSECTION! Drake has nowhere to go as he’s trapped between that ladder and the barricade before Darcy eventually frees Drake King who stumbles his way over to the ring apron. Darcy sees another opportunity at torture, AND CHARGES IN AT DRAKE WITH THE LADDER BUT DRAKE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND HE AVOIDS BEING CRUSHED BY DARCY FOR THE SECOND TIME!
Rich Russillo: But now Darcy is disarmed after that ladder head slammed into the ring apron! You can see her hands getting even more scratched up from that barbed wire! BUT EVER THE OPPORTUNIST, DRAKE WITH A BICYCLE KICK THAT SMASHES DARCY IN HER FACE! Darcy is down, meanwhile, Drake is the one who carries cruel intentions with that ladder now as he leans it up against the apron. Darcy is seeing stars after that knee, and Drake gets her between his legs for a powerbomb. And Powerbomb he will get, BECAUSE DRAKE SLAMS DARCY DOWN ON THAT LADDER!
Persephone: What a move by Drake!
James Peters: Darcy is rolling on the floor in agony after bouncing off that ladder! You can see some blood pouring out the back of Darcy May Morgan after getting sliced up by the barbed wire. And indeed, victory may be in sight for Drake King, but he opts to roll Darcy back into the ring alongside the ladder she was just Powerbombed on. I’m not sure if this is smart on behalf of Drake. But now we have two ladders in the ring. Drake is making use of the one just brought in by wedging the head of Darcy in between the legs of the ladder. If Drake goes through with what I think he’s going to, this could seriously be the end of Darcy’s career.
Rich Russillo: DRAKE TAKES A BIG LEAP IN THE AIR AND STOMPS DOWN ON THE SKULL OF DARCY MAY MORGAN!!!
Persephone: AW, DAMMIT! WHY’D SHE HAVE TO MOVE?!
James Peters: :mjwhat: To avoid serious injury at the hands of Drake King. Drake clearly isn’t happy by this turn of events, however, and he looks to quickly put an end to Darcy’s momentum! BUT DRAKE RUSHES INTO A DROP TOE HOLD FROM DARCY! AND- OH MY GOD! DRAKE KING GOES DOWN FACE-FIRST INTO THE BARBWIRE LADDER RUNG! And from the looks of things, Drake King has been busted open, after hitting his face on the rung. Reminiscent of the way he busted open Darcy a bit earlier into the match.
(Alongside the slash across his cheek, Drake now has blood pouring out from his forehead which collided with that barbwire rung. Drake is in some serious pain, but Darcy lies in the corner with the small smirk on her face, knowing she has dished out some serious punishment to Drake, and got a measure of revenge for earlier.)
Rich Russillo: Darcy has an opportune moment to climb that ladder and ascend, which she is going to take up right about now. The only thing Drake King may be able do is watch as that barbed wire is sticking to some of the skin on his forehead. Darcy is climbing up, and she may have this one in the bag. She has her hands on that briefcase!
James Peters: IT’S DRAKE! DRAKE MANAGED TO PEEL HIMSELF OFF THAT BARBED WIRE AND DRAKE HAS HIS HANDS ON THE SIDE OF THE LADDER! Darcy realizes she’s in serious trouble! DRAKE TIPS THE LADDER OVER AND DARCY’S THROAT GETS DRIVEN DOWN ON THE TOP ROPE! Drake King isn’t even able to capitalize on his actions after the toll this match has taken as he favors the skin missing from his forehead while being doubled over in the corner.
Persephone: Drake is able to fight through his injuries and he takes the recently tipped over ladder and bridges it in the corner on the middle rope.
Rich Russillo: Drake pummels Darcy with some strikes to the head and back area before bringing Darcy back to her feet. Drake forms a look of pure arrogance on his face, BEFORE WHIPPING DARCY INTO THAT BRIDGED LADDER!
James Peters: WHOA! Darcy has enough wherewithal to slow herself down before impact. DRAKE RUNS AT DARCY- BUT SHE SIDESTEPS DRAKE…who is able to stop himself before hitting that ladder as well! Drake turns around, BUT PURE STRENGTH ON DISPLAY BY DARCY WHO PICKS HIM UP AND SLAMS DRAKE DOWN WITH AN EMPHATIC SITOUT SPINEBUSTER ON THE CANVAS!
Rich Russillo: While Drake is looking to recover off that spinebuster, Darcy is peaking under the ring for a new weapon to introduce into this match. It seems like Darcy has settled on one though in the form of a kendo stick! Darcy slides in the ring, and the crowd brews with anticipation knowing what’s about to come next! DARCY SWINGS AND CRACKS DRAKE IN THE BACK WITH A KENDO STICK SHOT!
Persephone: AGAIN, AGAIN, AND AGAIN! DARCY KEEPS HITTING DRAKE KING WITH THAT KENDO STICK AND THE WELTS ARE FORMING ON HIS BACK!
James Peters: Drake is having no choice but to scurry to the outside! Darcy is swinging like a mad woman! BUT DARCY FOLLOWS DRAKE OUT THERE AND SWINGS AGAIN WITH THE KENDO STICK TO THE BACK OF DRAKE THAT CAUSES HIM TO GO DOWN TO ALL FOURS! Darcy raises that kendo stick to crack Drake in the back again..
Rich Russillo: BUT IT’S DRAKE WHO USES THE RAZOR WHIP DARCY BROUGHT OUT EARLIER TO HIS DISPOSAL AND DARCY GETS SLASHED WITH IT ACROSS THE TORSO AREA!
(Darcy drops the kendo stick out of her hands and falls to a heap, feeling the pain from that razor whip shot slashing her in the stomach, causing some blood to begin leaking out from her abdomen area. Drake King clearly has no remorse for Darcy or for his actions and staggers back to his feet with the whip still in hand, ready to inflict even more punishment upon Morgan.)
Drake King: YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF, DARCY!
Rich Russillo: DRAKE KING SLASHES DARCY WITH THAT WHIP AGAIN, BUT THIS TIME ON THE BACK! Drake decides to drop the razor whip and opts to swap it out with the kendo stick Darcy was just beating him with. Drake grabs both ends of the kendo stick and brings it across the throat of the already hunched over Darcy May Morgan! Darcy has nowhere to go while Drake just pulls back with the kendo stick and chokes the life out of her!
James Peter: Drake finally relieves the pressure of that kendo stick off the neck of Darcy! And tosses the stick aside to go after the chair used earlier! He’s really using every weapon in sight. Darcy is up to one knee and trying to get back to her feet after the beatdown Drake has given her. DRAKE SWINGS THE STEEL CHAIR AND IT COLLIDES WITH THE SKULL OF DARCY MAY MORGAN!
Persephone: She’s gotta be dead, right?
Rich Russillo: If not, she’s on life support. But Drake tosses the kendo stick, steel chair, and Darcy May Morgan back into the ring. And Drake climbs on top of that ladder he bridged on the middle rope earlier. This thing can’t be 100% stable but I think stability that’s the last thing on Drake’s mind right now. He wants to put Darcy May Morgan out of commission for good.
James Peters: You can’t fault Drake’s thought process either because every time he’s tried to ascend that ladder, Darcy has been there to stop him. Drake needs to neutralize the threat of Darcy for good before he can get that briefcase. DRAKE NOW BUNGEES OFF THE LADDER FOR A BEAUTIFUL FROG SPLASH…NO! Unfortunately for Drake, Darcy gets the knees up! Drake can’t believe it as he’s gasping for air, while making it back to his feet.
Persephone: DARCY RUSHES DRAKE FOR THE FACE ACHE! BICYCLE KICK CONNECTS!!
Rich Russillo: DRAKE CAUGHT THE FOOT OF DARCY! HE SPINS HER AROUND, AND HOOKS BOTH ARMS OF DARCY! HE COULD BE BRINGING HER UP FOR A CHICKENWING FACEBUSTER! But before dropping Darcy down, he turns direction toward the ladder…this can’t end well for Darcy May Morgan. DRAKE SENDS HER DOWN FACE FIRST ON THE LADDER!
James Peters: YOU JUMPED THE GUN A BIT EARLY THERE BECAUSE DARCY AVOIDS CATASTROPHE BY ROLLING OUT ON THAT CHICKENWING AND SENDING DRAKE FACE-FIRST INTO THE BRIDGED LADDER WITH A WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER! Or so I thought it was face-first but Drake managed to cushion his impact and a bit by putting his forearm in front of his face! Still doesn’t let Drake off with a free pass as now there’s a giant gash on the forearm of King from being split open with that barbed wire.
Persphone: That’s a lot of blood!
Drake King: MOTHER-FREAKER!
Rich Russillo: Now is Darcy’s time to finally start mounting a comeback against Drake King who has been beating her down for quite some time in this match up! Speaking of Drake, Darcy needs to beware as he has separated himself from that barbed wire, but turns around where Darcy tosses a chair at the face of Drake King. Drake manages to catch the chair though, BUT DARCY DRIVES THE SOLE OF HER BOOT INTO DRAKE’S FACE WITH FACE ACHE!!!! THIS TIME THE BICYCLE KICK CONNECTS!! DRAKE KING IS OUT, DARCY MAY HAS TIME TO WIN THIS! But now she carries the task of getting that formerly ladder set up back into position. Darcy needs to hurry on this one!
James Peters: The ladder is finally set up under that briefcase, and Darcy May Morgan begins her ascension. But-
Persephone: Drake King is back and he is holding onto the foot of Darcy May Morgan from the floor. Even when he can barely stand, Drake refuses to let Darcy climb the ladder and win this match.
James Peters: Darcy is clearly infuriated and delivers stomp after stomp to the face of Drake King. Drake’s grip around the foot of Darcy is loosening, and she manages to ascend up the ladder! DRAKE ISNT GONNA ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN AND RIPS DARCY AWAY FROM THE LADDER! DRAKE THEN BUCKLE BOMBS HER INTO THE CORNER!
Rich Russillo: Drake follows up with a SUPERKICK, AND ANOTHER SUPERKICK! DARCY IS DAZED AND DRAKE TAKES THIS OPPORTUNITY TO PUT HER DOWN WITH THE DAWN OF JUSTICE ON THE CHAIR! THE PEDIGREE CONNECTS! Darcy Morgan is motionless! The punishment she’s suffered throughout this match may have finally gotten to her! Drake realizes now is his moment, he may have finally neutralized the threat of Darcy May Morgan. Drake heads to the top of the ladder!
James Peters: Drake is at the top and he has officially begun unhooking the briefcase. We’re gonna have a new Cash in the Vault holder! HE’S DONE IT!!! DRAKE UNHOOKS THE BRIEFCASE!!!!
Rich Russillo: NOT YET!! DARCY MAY MORGAN ALMOST RUNNING ON ADRENALINE AND STORMING UP THAT LADDER! DRAKE CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT HE’S SEEING! NEITHER CAN I!
James Peters: The shock of Drake King leaves him open for a strike right to the face from Darcy! But Drake fires back with a punch of his own! Then Darcy fires back, Drake fires back, Darcy again! Both jockeying for position on top of that ladder before it looks like Drake gets the upper hand! HE’S LAYING INTO DARCY WITH HIS PUNCHES! BUT DARCY HAS A LAST GASP AND SLAMS DRAKE DOWN FACE-FIRST ON TOP OF THE LADDER!
Rich Russillo: DARCY USES THE LADDER RUNG TO STEP UP AND SCORE A STIFF STEP-UP KNEE STRIKE ON DRAKE KING THAT SENDS NOT ONLY HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS BUT DARCY AS WELL WHO LOSES HER FOOTING AFTER CONNECTING WITH THAT MOVE! Now both competitors lie down on the mat, WILL THERE BE ANYTHING LEFT OF THESE TWO WHEN THE MATCH IS ACTUALLY OVER?!
(Rich’s question was a fair one, because so far, the two of them had given this match their all. It was evident that both Darcy and Drake had their own reasons for wanting to win this match. Drake had vowed to punish Darcy and make her pay for betraying him, and he had more than delivered. Darcy was beaten and bloody, but if there is one thing we all know about ‘The Leading Lady’ is that she is never truly broken. Darcy has found a way to survive so far and keep that briefcase from leaving with Drake.)
Persephone: Boo. They’re both sitting up. I was hoping they would both bleed out.
James Peters: Drake and Darcy have made it into a sitting position and both look worse for the wear. I really have no clue what else they can possibly throw at one another but it seems like we are about to find out. The wear and tear of this match is showing on their bodies, as well as on their faces.
Rich Russillo: Drake is the first competitor up, and he motions at Darcy to join him. Darcy looks exhausted, but she knows that she can’t let up, not even for a minute. ‘The Leading Lady’ is up, but she is hunched over, and here comes Drake. Darcy greets him with a right hand to the mid-section, and Drake fires back with a clubbing blow to the back of the neck. Darcy’s knees buckle, but she remains standing and hits Drake in the stomach for a second time. Drake’s unbothered and he brings his knee up, driving the air right out of Darcy’s lungs! Drake shoves the ladder to the side, and he takes Darcy by the hand, whipping her into the ropes.
Persephone: Darcy comes flying back at Drake and ducks to avoid a lariat! Darcy jumps on the ropes and she gets Drake with a springboard back elbow! Drake staggers back and Darcy goes to the ropes! Darcy up top and she waits for Drake to turn around… DIVING HURRICANRANA! DRAKE IS DOWN! DARCY MOUNTS HIM AND BEGINS THROWING FOREARMS! THEY’RE DOING THEIR DAMAGE TO DRAKE! DARCY HAS REOPENED THOSE WOUNDS FROM EARLIER! FRESH BLOOD IS FLYING EVERYWHERE! I LOVE IT!
James Peters: DRAKE FINALLY THROWS DARCY OFF BUT SHE’S RIGHT BACK ON THE ATTACK! DARCY IS JUST THROWING PUNCH AFTER PUNCH, AND DRAKE FINALLY GRABS HER BY THE ARMS! DARCY DESPERATELY TRIES TO FIGHT HER WAY FREE BUT DRAKE IS BIGGER AND STRONGER, AND HE MANAGES TO FORCE HER OVER ON HER BACK! DRAKE QUICKLY WRAPS HIS HANDS AROUND DARCY’S THROAT AND HE IS CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF HER!
Rich Russillo: DARCY IS ABLE TO GET HER HANDS UP AND SHE JAMS HER FINGERS IN DRAKE’S EYES! DRAKE IS FORCED TO LET HER GO AND DARCY ROLLS AWAY FROM HIM! DARCY IS UP FIRST AND HITS DRAKE IN THE TEMPLE WITH A SHOOT STYLE KICK! SHE GETS HIM ACROSS THE CHEST WITH ANOTHER! AND A THIRD CONNECTS RIGHT TO THE FACE! DARCY LEAPS OVER DRAKE, RUNS THE ROPES, AND SHE GETS DRAKE RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A DROPKICK!
Persephone: Darcy looks fucking wild right now, and her eyes settle on the chair! DARCY HAS THE CHAIR AND SHE SLAMS IT DOWN ACROSS THE BACK OF DRAKE’S HEAD! DARCY THROWS THE CHAIR DOWN AND ROLLS DRAKE ON TOP OF IT! THE BACK OF HIS HEAD IS RESTING ON THE CHAIR LIKE A PILLOW! DARCY TURNS, GETS THE LADDER, AND PULLS IT TOWARDS DRAKE! SHE LAYS THE LADDER ACROSS HIS FACE, AND I THINK SHE IS GOING TO THE TOP ROPE AGAIN!
Rich Russillo: :lupe: I think Darcy has set Drake up for ‘The Grand Finale.’
James Peters: Darcy doesn’t use her shooting star press very often, but this isn’t just an ordinary match. This is a match that will make her or break her, and her season.
Rich Russillo: DARCY GOES FOR IT! SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
Persephone: AND DRAKE JUST THREW THE LADDER! HE CAUGHT DARCY IN THE FACE WHILE SHE WAS IN THE AIR AND SHE’S CURLED INTO THE FETAL POSITION NOW! HER FACE IS BUSTED OPEN ONCE AGAIN! :blessed:
James Peters: Jesus Christ. I don’t know how much more these two can take. I really don’t.
Rich Russillo: :lupe: Why is Drake leaving the ring?
Persephone: SO HE CAN BRING THAT INTO THE RING! OH MY GOD! YES!!!
(The socially distanced crowd can’t help but react in shock as Drake retrieves his old friend, the branding iron.)
James Peters: Oh no.
Persephone: MELT 👏 HER 👏 FACE 👏 OFF 👏
Rich Russillo: Drake has slithered back into the ring and right now, he doesn’t look like any Messiah I have ever seen depicted in pictures or whatever. Drake looks like the devil reincarnated and Darcy is about to pay the ultimate price for her sins.
James Peters: Darcy sees what Drake has in his hands and she is backing up towards the corner! Darcy is too proud to beg, but her eyes are telling a different story. She is practically pleading with Drake not to use that, but I don’t think Drake is going to listen. Drake slowly makes his way to the corner, and dodges a desperation kick from Darcy. He snatches her by the hair and drags her out of the corner on her knees.
(It’s a tense moment as Drake pulls Darcy to the center of the ring, and haunches down so the two can be at eye level. It’s quite a sight. Both are covered in blood, bruised and busted up, and there’s so much emotion on both of their faces. For the first real time in the match Darcy looks terrified. She’s not sure how much more she can give at this point. She is staring at Drake, her blue eyes full of anguish, and all Drake can do is sneer.)
Drake King: (off-mic) It never had to come to this, Darcy. I never wanted things to go this far. I tried to help you. I tried to give you everything you have ever wanted in this business. I thought you were deserving of it, but in the end, you proved yourself to be just like eve-
Persephone: DARCY WITH A LOW BLOW!
Rich Russillo: THE BRANDING IRON FALLS FROM DRAKE’S HANDS AND DARCY SCRAMBLES TO RETRIEVE IT! DARCY HAS THE BRANDING IRON AND SHE IS MAKING HER WAY BACK TO DRAKE! DRAKE IS ROLLING AROUND, IN OBVIOUS PAIN, AND DARCY LOOKS TO BRAND HIM!
James Peters: DRAKE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND THE BRANDING IRON SLAMS INTO THE MAT! DARCY CAN’T BELIEVE SHE MISSED, AND DRAKE IS ON THE APRON NOW! HE DROPS TO THE GROUND BUT DARCY DARTS BETWEEN THE ROPES!
BAM!!!!
Persephone: DRAKE WITH A TRASH CAN LID! HE JUST NAILED DARCY RIGHT IN THE HEAD! DARCY IS HANGING OVER THE MIDDLE ROPE NOW AND DRAKE TAKES THE TRASH CAN AND SMASHED IT DOWN OVER THE BACK OF HER HEAD! DRAKE THE REDEEMER BACK INSIDE THE RING NOW AND HE’S GOT THE BRANDING IRON!
(No one inside the Superdome will ever forget the sound of Darcy May Morgan’s blood curdling scream.)
Rich Russillo: My God… Drake King just branded this poor woman….
Persephone: (whispering) Awesome…
James Peters: Darcy is rolling around on the mat in agony, grabbing at her left shoulder. Drake drove that burning branding iron into the back of Darcy’s left shoulder blade, leaving his initials imprinted on her forever.
Rich Russillo: I really don’t know what else to say…
Persephone: I mean, he could have just melted her face off.
James Peters: That is not a silver lining…
(Drake tosses the branding iron down and heads towards the ladder. He grabs it and repositions it right under the Cash in the Vault briefcase.)
Rich Russillo: I really think this is it, guys. All the hard work, all the effort, and everything else Darcy has poured into this company and into making a name for herself is about to go up in flames. Drake King is about to become our brand new Cash in the Vault holder.
(There’s a sinking feeling inside the Superdome as the fans watch in horror as Drake the Redeemer begins to make his way up the ladder. He takes his time, soaking in the reaction of the crowd, and enjoying every single insult and boo they send his way.)
James Peters: I always try and take an unbiased perspective whenever we call these matches, but I am completely disgusted right now. Drake King is about to steal something that doesn’t belong to him and just rip the heart out of Darcy May Morgan.
Persephone: She didn’t have to put the briefcase on the line against him, and you know that. Stop being so fucking dramatic, Jim. Darcy asked for this. She deserves this. She should have cashed in already because Gawd knows the bitch had plenty of opportunities.
James Peters: You just don’t fucking get it do you?
Rich Russillo: ENOUGH! DRAKE IS AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER!
Persephone: :skip: GET THE FUCKING BRIEFCASE, DAMN!
(Drake reaches for the briefcase but stops, literally centimeters away from grabbing it. The crowd is shocked, but The Messiah cracks an arrogant grin. He positions himself on top of the ladder and raises his hands in the air.)
Drake King: :blessed:
(The crowd goes absolutely crazy, booing the fuck out of the man they will never ever accept as their Messiah.)
Drake King: :drakelike:
(Down on the mat, Darcy is stirring and she sees what’s going on. She’s in so much pain thanks to the match, the branding, and just mentally exhausted when you think of the rollercoaster ride she has been on since Pain for Pride. Drake looks down from the ladder and sees his adversary looking up at him and he places his hand on the briefcase.)
Drake King: (off-mic) Awwwww.
(Like a true douchebag, Drake gives the briefcase a little swing, just taunting Darcy with how close he is to it. A look of pure rage crosses Darcy’s face.)
Darcy May Morgan: (off-mic) Just grab it. Just fucking take it, Drake.
(Much to Darcy’s utter disgust, Drake sits down on the top of the ladder.)
Drake King: (off-mic) Now that would be an easy solution, wouldn’t it? You could just turn around and cry about how big bad Drake King ruined your life. You claimed you would do absolutely anything to retain this briefcase. Get up here and prove it.
Persephone: :comeagain:
James Peters: Did he really just tell Darcy to get up the ladder and take the briefcase? :skip:
(Darcy is confused, much like the rest of the crowd. She doesn’t trust Drake at all, but what choice does she have? He could grab the briefcase at any moment and she would lose everything. In her mind, this is a no win situation. With trepidation in her eyes, Darcy forces herself to get up and with her mangled hands and battered body, she starts to climb up the ladder on the opposite side from Drake.)
Rich Russillo: I have no fucking clue what is even going on anymore. Drake King had this match won until he challenged Darcy to get up the ladder and prove how much she wanted to retain her briefcase. Darcy is almost level with Drake, but she seems hesitant to reach for the briefcase.
James Peters: Drake just gave the briefcase a little swing, and Darcy moved her head. A smirk crosses Drake’s face, and Darcy can help but glare at him. Drake grabs the briefcase again and he is going to unhook it but Darcy with a punch to the gut!
Persephone: DRAKE TAKES THE BRIEFCASE AND HE SLAMS IT INTO DARCY’S SKULL! DARCY SLIPS AND SHE SLIDES DOWN THE LADDER! THE BARBED WIRE IS DIGGING INTO HER FLESH AND SLICING HER UP ON THE WAY DOWN!
Rich Russillo: HER CHIN SLAMS INTO THE BOTTOM RUNG OF THE LADDER AND SHE’S JUST LAYING THERE! DRAKE CAREFULLY SWITCHES TO THE SIDE DARCY WAS ON AND HE IS REACHING FOR TH-
James Peters: JUDGEMENT DAY! JUDGEMENT DAY! DRAKE WITH THE CURBSTOMP OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!!
Persephone: NO! DARCY MOVED! DRAKE MISSED COMPLETELY!
Rich Russillo: DRAKE’S KNEE BUCKLES BUT HE CATCHES HIMSELF IN THE ROPES! DARCY IS USING HER FOREARMS TO PUSH HERSELF UP THE LADDER! DRAKE LIMPS TOWARDS THE LADDER AS QUICKLY AS HE CAN AND HE NAILS HER IN THE BACK BUT DARCY USES HER FOOT TO KICK HIM AWAY! DRAKE DARTS TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LADDER AND NOW BOTH ELITISTS ARE RACING TO THE TOP! DARCY GETS THERE FIRST AND SHE’S GOT HER HANDS ON HER BRIEFCASE! COME ON DARCY! UNHOOK IT!
James Peters: DRAKE WITH A FOREARM THAT CATCHES HER FLUSH ACROSS THE JAW! DARCY MANAGES TO CATCH HERSELF BEFORE SHE FALLS AND SHE FIRES BACK WITH A FOREARM OF HER OWN! DRAKE RETALIATES! DARCY! DRAKE! DARCY! DRAKE! DARCY! DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAKE!
Persephone: DARCY WITH A HEADBUTT! DARCY CAUGHT HIM WITH A HEADBUTT! DRAKE IS STUNNED AND DARCY WITH ANOTHER HEADBUTT! SHE NEARLY KNOCKS HERSELF OUT BUT SHE REGAINS HER MOMENTUM! DRAKE TAKES ONE MORE STEP UP AND HE GRABS FOR THE BRIEFCASE! DARCY PUNCHES HIM IN THE STOMACH AND SHE IS REACHING DOWN INTO HER BOOT! WHAT IS SHE DOING?!
Rich Russillo: DRAKE’S NEARLY GOT THE CASE UNHOOKED! DARCY LOOK! DARCY!
James Peters: DARCY DIGS DEEP AND RAKES DRAKE ACROSS THE FACE! HE LETS GO OF THE CASE AND SHE GRABS HIS HAIR AND SLAMS HIS FACE DOWN ON TOP OF THE LADDER! SHE DOES IT AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN! ALL OF DARCY’S EMOTION IS POURING OUT OF HER RIGHT NOW! DRAKE IS REELING!
Persephone: DRAKE WITH ONE LAST ATTEMPT AT GRABBING THE BRIEFCASE! HE PUSHES HIMSELF UP DESPITE THE BEATING DARCY JUST GAVE HIM! HE’S GOT IT! DRAKE HAS THE BRI-
Rich Russillo: ‘LEADING LEFT’! ‘LEADING LEFT’!
(It’s almost as if everything pauses for a moment. When Darcy went for her boot, she removed a pair of brass knux made out of gold. She slipped them on her hand and landed the blow right to Drake’s jaw as his hand clasped the hook and he was grabbing the case. Drake’s eyes locked on Darcy’s as his hands fell from her case, but more than anything it was the look on his face that sent a chill down Darcy’s spine as Drake fell from the ladder.)
James Peters: GET. THE. FUCKING. CASE.
Crowd: DARCY! DARCY! DARCY! DARCY!
(With tears in her eyes, Darcy grabbed her briefcase, yanking it down and hugging it to her chest.)
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL THE CASH IN THE VAULT HOLDER… DARCY MAY MORGAN!!!
(“Spotlight Savior” begins to blast across the PA system as Darcy sits on top of the ladder and buries her destroyed face against the briefcase. She fought for her livelihood tonight and she got her statement victory.)
James Peters: There is nothing but pure emotion coming from Darcy May Morgan right now. She gave this match everything she had and in the end, it was just enough. She managed to catch Drake off guard and knock him from the ladder and her dream of becoming the Universal Women’s Champion in 2021 are still alive.
Rich Russillo: Drake King did everything he said he was going to do and then some tonight. He promised to torture and punish and hurt Darcy, and no doubt the scars from this match will be ones Darcy wears for the rest of her life. Drake branded her, beat her, and berated her, but somehow she overcame everything and emerged from the match as the winner.
(Darcy finally wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and gingerly stands up. The crowd is standing for her, cheering for her, and letting her know how much the respect the effort she gave tonight. She holds the briefcase up, and the cheers get louder, and that’s the final camera shot as Road to Redemption fades to another area of the Superdome.)
(Promotional ad for Road to Redemption, where the EAW World Championship Extreme Elimination Chamber will take place.)
(The camera returns to the ringside area to see the cheering fans all around. The various promotions for Road to Redemption are seen everywhere with the show coming so soon. But after. A brief moment, the blank titantron turns neon pink and “Juno” by Sabrina Carpenter blasts through the speakers. The crowd gives a mixed reaction of mostly boos as Ashlynn Quinn makes her way out onto the stage with the New Breed Championship around her waist and a microphone in hand. Her expression is a mixture of frustration and smug confidence.)
Persephone: Well someone is in a fucking mood tonight. Look at the sourpuss on the Barbie doll.
Thadd Blazevich: Yeah, bro. I mean you’d be upset too. It looked like Ashlynn and Kai Rabeaux had a shot at taking it home against the Unified Tag Team Champions last week but it all went off the rails when Clayton Golde showed up! He interrupted one of the best tag performances the Voltage brand has seen in a long time and may have cost Voltage the Unified Tag Team Championships at the end of the day!
Rich Russillo: The distraction proved to be the undoing of Ashlynn Quinn and Mr. 24/7 last week against Rex McAllister and Raven Roberts. But Ashlynn made sure to pay him back last night when she laid him out on Showdown. Golde has made his aspirations for Ashlynn’s championship very clear, but the New Breed Champion has been less than pleased by all of this.
(Ashlynn finishes walking down the ramp and climbs up the steps and through the ropes. She looks around inside the ring as her music cuts out, placing one hand on the edge of her title as though she were putting it on her hip.)
Ashlynn Quinn: Okay, so my insta has been full of replies by people wondering WTF I was doing on Showdown last night. You all probably tried to send me DM’s too… but this 10 is not open to all you 4’s out there. No no. Only Kai has open access to DM me. But Showdown was my business. Clayton Golde interfered last week, he decided that his title shot— THAT HE DOES NOT DESERVE IF YOU ASK ME, WHICH NO ONE DID ABOUT MY OWN TITLE— was more important than me adding a matching title to my precious treasure here.
(She pats the face plate of her championship.)
Ashlynn Quinn: He wants to fight me so bad? Well fine the. He is going to get his wish. But I have some bad news for Clayton Golde…
Ashlynn Quinn: I REFUSE TO LOSE THIS CHAMPIONSHIP TO AN UGGO INCEL!!!!
(Ashlynn then poses for the camera, awaiting her music…)
(“Betty (Get Money)” by Yung Gravy hits the speakers to a reaction of boos from the crowd as Clayton Golde now walks out onto the stage with a microphone. Clayton doesn’t look impressed hearing everything Ashlynn said, and he starts to walk down the ramp, just shaking his head.)
Thadd Blazevich: Uh oh bros! Clayton can’t be happy after last night! And we all know he’s had his eyes set on Ashlynn’s title for a while! This could get heated pretty quickly!
Persephone: I would’ve said “it’ll get ugly” but honestly it’s already ugly in more ways than one.
Rich Russillo: These two have a history and they aren’t shy about each other. At Road to Redemption, Clayton Golde will get his shot at Ashlynn Quinn for the New Breed Championship, but tonight, he looks like he has a response for everything the champion has said and done in the last 24 hours!
(Clayton is still walking down the ramp as he begins to speak, his eyes locked directly in on Ashlynn. A cocky smirk sits on his face as he watches the champion’s every move.)
Clayton Golde: Listen to yourself, Ashlynn! You’ve said a lot of hurtful things here tonight. And while I agree that most of these peoples are 4’s really even on a generous day, I will not accept being referred to as “an incel uggo!” I’m far too handsome for that. And really? You’re really hyping yourself up over that cowardly cheap shot you took last night? That’s what your get back was? That’s not gonna give you any better chance of stopping me at Road to Redemption. In fact, I’d say it really shows that you’re more afraid of me than you’re willing to admit. That you know exactly the threat I pose to you and your title reign, and it’s got you on the ropes.
(Golde reaches the steps and walks up, climbing quickly between the ropes to stand directly across from Ashlynn, who looks particularly annoyed at his presence. Golde shifts his stance, his arms folded as he speaks and giving off a very self confident energy.)
Clayton Golde: Last time, you got lucky. You escaped with the title and you ran off. But this time things will end how they were supposed to for me. I will become the new New Breed Champion and take the title that should’ve been mine the first time around. I’m ready to hold gold, and it’s just an extra little charity on top to know that I’ll be causing you to throw a temper tantrum because of it. Your little run as the champion of this division is coming to an end, I’ll make sure of it. But don’t worry. You’ll always have your Ms. Voltage crown to make you feel better on the cold nights when Kai’s bald ass head isn’t doing it for you anymore.
(The two exchange looks for a moment before Ashlynn scoffs and raises her microphone to speak.)
Ashlynn Quinn: I’m sorry… but can you explain exactly where along the way you got the right to even say any of this to me? The reality is, you already had your chance and you blew it. I never “escaped” with the title. I beat you. I put you down. I was better than you then. I am better than you now. You wanted this match with me, and you got it. But don’t go trying to convince yourself that you’re on some main character bullshit and suddenly the magic of hopes and verbal manifestation means you have any kind of shot at changing the result this time around. You were never cheated, Clayton. You weren’t screwed over. You weren’t robbed. You. Lost. I am the champion because I am the better wrestler, and that’s all there is to it. And at Road to Redemption, it will be the same thing all over again.
Clayton Golde: Yeah… you keep telling yourself that. You talk a big game but when it comes time for the bell to ring, deep down you know you can’t even lace my boots.
Ashlynn Quinn: In case you forgot, I’m the one holding the title. Not you. But no. I wouldn’t lace your boots, they’re hideous and a sin from whatever designer made them. Just like the way you sound whenever you open that mouth. But that’s all good. Because I’ll make sure to shut you up for good at Road to Redemption.
Clayton Golde: There’s not a damn thing you and your little fashion talk can do to stop me. Save your breath because it isn’t worth it. I’m coming for that title. And it will be mine. I’m going to be the champion whether you like it or not. You keep talking like I’m beneath you, Ashlynn, but deep down you know exactly why I’m in your head. I’m the one person you can’t finesse, can’t distract, can’t out-cute your way past. You can posture all night long, but when that bell rings, you’re standing across from the man who learned from every mistake you think you capitalized on. And this time, I’m not giving you an inch.
(Ashlynn reaches behind herself and unclips the title belt, holding it in her hand.)
Ashlynn Quinn: Oh you don’t like the fashion talk? Makes sense. You can’t accessorize like me.
(She drops her microphone and holds the championship high over her head. She and Clayton stare each other down for several seconds before Golde smirks at her then looks up at the title. He then rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp, his eyes on Ashlynn the whole way.)
Clayton Golde: (Off mic) Enjoy it while you can! This ends real soon!
(Ashlynn looks on, agitated at Clayton and his ego. She clenches her jaw and grips the strap of the belt tight, still holding it high over her head.)
Rich Russillo: What we’re seeing is ego clashing with opportunity. Ashlynn wants to control the narrative, and Golde wants to rewrite it. Neither is willing to blink first.
Persephone: And meanwhile Kai’s probably backstage wondering how he got dragged into this when all he did was exist. He also lost his shot at the tag team titles.
Thadd Blazevich: That’s partnership, dude. Sometimes you’re the support system, sometimes you’re the accidental target.
Rich Russillo: Either way, tensions are only rising as Road to Redemption gets closer.
(The camera fades elsewhere.)
(Commercial for Christmas Day NBA games.)
(The camera cuts backstage to ARIA sitting atop of a road case, rubbing the back of her neck in pain as she got dropped along with the rest of the field for the Extreme Elimination Chamber where she’ll compete for the Universal Women’s Championship. The crowd burst into cheers once seeing ARIA on the screen, and she hops off the road case, turning her attention over to the camera, beginning to address it.)
ARIA: Safe to say, the other night didn’t go according to plan. On Dynasty, I was there like everyone else to make a statement, but Ms. Extreme made one at all of our expenses instead. One week away from Road to Redemption, and the momentum is in her favor right now. However, I’ve been part of EAW for a long time at this point, and I know not to let any of that get into my head. I have to remain focused, for Road to Redemption is perhaps the biggest opportunity of my season thus far, and might be the only crack I have at the Universal Women’s Championship. I don’t expect future opportunities at the Championship to come easy, so I’m going to make sure I make this one count.
(ARIA has a look of determination in her eyes, preparing herself for the dangers that lie ahead.)
ARIA: Physically, I know it’s going to be rough, and extremely taxing on the body as multiple women come at you with whatever weapon they can conjure up in their heads. Mentally, I need to be in the same place I was in to win my first and only Championship back at Road to Redemption 2022, which wasn’t easy. There, I learned first hand how grueling an Extreme Elimination Chamber match can be, because you don’t walk away without a couple scars. For some, you might not even walk away at all. But you don’t leave without knowing that you have been in a fight, and better yet, earned every bit of success that has come your way. If I’m to walk out with the Universal Women’s Championship at Road to Redemption, it’ll be because I’ve EARNED it.
(ARIA cracks a smile as the crowd can be heard cheering in the background, firmly behind her to win at Road to Redemption.)
ARIA: I’ll have earned the right to call myself a World Champion, and forever etch my name in the title’s history to always be remembered. Not just as Universal Women’s Champion, but the one who ended Ms. Extreme’s reign with the title as well. Because let’s face it, Camille has been on quite the roll lately. She has turned away every challenger that has entered her path since Pain for Pride. From Bea Valentine, to Daniella Atlas, to KASAI, she has been borderline unstoppable. As if Dynasty wasn’t enough of a message already, her track record certainly is. She isn’t letting this title go easily, and I can’t look through her or anybody else in the Extreme Elimination Chamber lineup. I’m not the only one who wants this, to walk out as Universal Women’s Champion, and forever etch their name into history. No, because there are five hungry other women that do, and are downright willing to maim me in order to accomplish said goal.
ARIA: But I talked about Ms. Extreme’s track record, look at my track record to know I’ll match that intensity right back.
(ARIA shows off the scrapes and bruises from her match with Saori Aizen last week where the two competed in a deathmatch to determine who’d earn their spot in the EEC to begin with. In the end, ARIA used her patented “ARIA of Destruction” submission maneuver to win, using a cork winder for extra assistance to make Saori tap out.)
ARIA: Last week, you saw how far I was willing to go to enter this match. Imagine how far I’m willing to go to win said match. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not underestimating the Extreme Elimination Chamber, and what it potentially holds for me in terms of danger. I’m not underestimating any of the competitors in said match either, because we each have our own separate reasons for competing. For Holly Arrow, she’s never touched Championship gold before, and her fire might be burning brighter than ever at Road to Redemption to finally rise above that hump, which has been holding her back for years. Then again, there’s Milli Banks, who has reached the pinnacle herself, and still has something to prove. She wants to be Champion again, and prove that the Milli Banks era “isn’t a memory, it’s the future.” KASAI’s got a family legacy to uphold, Raven Roberts hasn’t been a World Champion in years, and Ms. Extreme’s determination comes from this title reign being the culmination of everything she’s built towards.
ARIA: Again, I’m not underestimating the field, and what they’re capable of. But they better not underestimate me, and what I’m capable of heading into Road to Redemption either. They better not underestimate just how bad I want this, and to call myself Universal Women’s Champion either. It’s a tall task heading into the event, but you’re never truly tested if you run away from uncomfortable situations, are you? Last week, I went through pain, but the result made it worth it. I both closed the book on my rivalry with Saori Aizen, and entered the Extreme Elimination Chamber match. Now, Road to Redemption will be even more worth it when I become Universal Women’s Champion. I guarantee it.
(ARIA looks directly into the camera with focus, sending a message to her opponents that she knows is somewhere watching this right now as the camera goes to cutaway- but ARIA cocks her head to the side as Saori Aizen comes out of nowhere to blindside her! Knocking ARIA face first into the road case as she drops to a knee! Saori forms a sadistic grin on her face, looking down at ARIA stunned from her assault.)
Persephone: Oh, come on! I thought this was over with after last week!
Rich Russillo: I did too, Persephone! But it appears that Saori Aizen is not yet done with ARIA just yet!
(ARIA stands ARIA up, and begins to slam her face first off the road case REPEATEDLY!)
Thadd Blazevich: AGAIN AND AGAIN! Saori is relentless in her attack, and throws ARIA SHOULDER FIRST INTO A DOOR!
(ARIA hit the door HARD, and favors it while turning around, leaning back against the door. Saori grabs hold of that road case, and drives it into ARIA’s MIDSECTION! Saori keeps it pinned there, pressing into ARIA’s stomach as she starts to cough up blood.)
Rich Russillo: Oh no! ARIA’s starting to cough up blood! Somebody has to stop Saori Aizen immediately! This could jeopardize her future for Road to Redemption!
Persephone: You mean that we’d be a competitor short, and wouldn’t have to watch the full thing? :mjlit:
Thadd Blazevich: This is serious!
(ARIA finally manages to push the road case off of her, and starts staggering away from Saori, struggling to catch her breath before dropping to a knee. ARIA continues to cough up blood as Saori looks around, and picks a glass vase with roses in it up off a table, eyeing ARIA from behind as she stands herself up before…)
(**SMASH!!**)
Rich Russillo: OOH! SAORI JUST SMASHED THAT GLASS VASE OVER THE BACK OF ARIA’S HEAD!
(ARIA writhes in pain on the ground, and her fingers start to turn red with blood that leaks out from the back of her head as a result of that glass. From there, Saori mounts ARIA, and starts to unload with RIGHT HANDS! Reopening the stitches on ARIA’s forehead!)
Thadd Blazevich: SAORI, I BELIEVE YOU’VE MADE YOUR POINT! SERIOUSLY, WHERE IS SECURITY TO STOP THIS?!
(Saori finally relents, and starts shoving the rose pedals into ARIA’s mouth, adding extra insult to injury before ARIA coughs them back out, struggling to breathe as blood continues to pour out her mouth. Saori kneels over ARIA’s body as she keeps coughing, and gets close to her ear.)
Saori Aizen: Sure… you’re in the Chamber, and I will win the Extreme Enigma Battle Royal at Road to Redemption. But last week doesn’t mean things are over between us. Far from it, actually. So, the Extreme Elimination, and “the dangers” of it aren’t the only thing you need to worry about. You need to watch your back, because you never know which corner I’m lurking around either.
(Saori picks up ARIA’s head, and slams the side of her face into the glass shards on the floor from that vase. ARIA’s fully out at this point, a bloody mess as Saori stands up. Saori manically laugh to herself as she backs away from ARIA with medical personnel flooding the scene, kneeling down to check if she’s okay to no response from her. Some security guards rush in to the area, but Saori Aizen is already gone as the crowd reigns down with heavy boos toward her. From there, the camera begins to fade elsewhere.)
[SCREENBAR – Road To Redemption 2023.]
(Road To Redemption comes back as the last match graphic of the night is seen flashing across the screen, the crowd in an uproar.)
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Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR MAIN EVENT!!!
Crowd: NJOFEWNUGRBUIFQWNIOGRBNBFQEIUNIODQWNIOEGWBRWBIUFUIOBQFEWINOINOQDWNGWIOENIODQWNIOWEGNIOQEFBNRWBUFQIUONFQWNIOFEWNIOFQWNIOQFWINODQWINOQFEINOFQWNIODQWINOQDWNIODQWNOIDW
Bella Braxton: AND IT IS AN EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER MATCH FOR THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(As the camera got a wide shot of the Extreme Elimination Chamber that will be containing the contestants of Voltage, ‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage would then hit the speakers of the stadium to an explosive mixed reaction. Cheers and boos both flooded the stadium, as the EAW World Champion himself, Drake King, made his way out onto the stage. Drake had the EAW World Championship strapped around his waist, with his weapon of choice in hand as he would begin to make his way down the ramp and to the ring.)
Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST!!!! RESIDING IN THE DEAD SEA, ISRAEL, WEIGHING IN AT 220 POUNDS, HE IS THE CURRENT EAW WORLD CHAMPION… HE IS ‘GOD.’ DRAAAAKEEEEEEEEE KINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: Ever since Fighting Spirit when Drake King had been crowned the new EAW World Champion, he has gone on a history making reign that has seen him defeat some of the very best that EAW has had to offer, and some of the fastest rising Elitists as well. Whether it was Methuselah at Pain For Pride, Alex, Ruler, and Duke at Bloodsport, CY Henderson at Territorial Invasion or most recently, Cameron Ella Ava at Wicked Games, Drake has proven that he is a changed man. That he might actually be a ‘God.’
James Peters: And now here tonight, Drake is going to be entering into his second Extreme Elimination Chamber match, and once again, he is walking in as EAW World Champion. Being the one of four Elitists that are going to start this match in the pods, the champion is going to have a massive advantage moving forward.
Persephone: I don’t think it is to anyone’s surprise what Drake Kin had chosen tonight. One of his signature weapons, that has huge significance in his career; the branding iron. All of these years later and that shit is still one of the most boring weapons I have ever seen but hey, at least it’s something violent, violence is always good.
(Drake would make it to the end of the ramp, as he eyed up the Extreme Elimination Chamber, knowing what he was getting himself into tonight. He didn’t seem too worried, confidence still oozing off the champion as he would unlatch the World Championship from his waist and hand it to the referee. He enters the chamber, posing in the middle of the ring before he would go to his pod, as he awaits the next entrant.)
(Then, it was ‘I Wish A Bitch Would’ by Delilah Bon that would hit the speakers, to a mixed reaction just as much as the champion’s, as his most recent challenger he had defended against would make her wait out onto the stage; Cameron Ella Ava! With her weapon in hand, Cameron would take a deep breath in, hyperfocused on tonight as she would begin to make her way down the ramp.)
Bella Braxton: NEXTLY!!! FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 140 POUNDS, SHE IS THE ‘SERPENT!!!!!!!!!!!’ CAMERONNNNNNN ELLAAAAAAAA AVAAAAA!!!!
Rich Russillo: It was at Wicked Games a month or so ago when Cameron Ella Ava had her first shot at the EAW World Championship against Drake King, within “God’s Rules.” In this match Cameron would fight her ass off against the champion, but it wouldn’t be enough as she was sent right to hell in the match’s conclusion. Tonight, she looks to get her ultimate revenge.
James Peters: This isn’t “God’s Rules” tonight, this is the Extreme Elimination Chamber. That means there is no real advantage for the EAW World Champion, and if Cameron manages to use that well, she could be walking out of Road To Redemption tonight as World Champion.
Persephone: Can I just say that I am personally thankful you guys are letting me do the weapon analysis? I know violence like the back of my hand, and the weapon of choice that Cameron Ella Ava has chosen here tonight sure is… shocking!!!! Ahaha!!! Bringing an ELECTRIC WHIP to the match tonight, that is sure to deal heavy amounts of damage to ANY of her opponents, and if she does walk out as champion, I’m sure it is to cause a real… SHOCK VALUE! HAH! You get it?! Shock Value.
(Cameron Ella Ava would make her way into the Extreme Elimination Chamber, as she would immediately eye down the world champion who stood confidently in his pod. She made sure to taunt him as much as she could, as she would then enter her own pod with her theme fading out from there.)
(After Cameron, ‘Ambitionz az a Ridah’ by Tupac would blast throughout the loudspeakers to an explosion of cheers, as the next challenger made his way out onto the stage, this on being in the form of a champion in his own right, the Hardcore Champion; TLA! TLA had his weapon of choice in hand, clutching it tightly as he showed it off, before making his way down the ramp.)
Bella Braxton: THIRDLY! RESIDING FROM THE POON PALACE IN MIAMI, FLORIDA, WEIGHING IN AT 210 POUNDS, HE IS THE CURRENT EAW HARDCORE CHAMPION… ‘LA PANTERA SEXUAL!!!!!!!’ T! L! A!
Rich Russillo: Looking to make history of his own right here tonight, TLA walks into the Extreme Elimination Champion with one championship strapped around his waist, and that being the Hardcore Champion, while also having the opportunity to then walk OUT of the chamber with the EAW World Championship added to that collection of gold!
James Peters: TLA has fended off all challengers for his Hardcore Championship and has felt like it was time to take a step into a new direction, thus getting his placement cemented into the Extreme Elimination Chamber here tonight. TLA has had great performances many times before within this chamber, and is looking to make another highlight tonight.
Persephone: In his hands tonight, TLA is going to be bringing in what is called a Macuahuitl, or Aztec War Club. This weapon of choice is a wooden club with several embedded obsidian blades, which produce edges sharper than high quality steel razor blades. A very themed weapon of the show here tonight and where we are at.
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(Then, ‘Stronger (salü remix)’ by The Score would hit the speakers, the crowd exploding into a frenzy of cheers as a legend of the busy and a Hall Of Famer in his own right would make his way out onto the stage; Rex McAllister! Rex had his weapon of choice close in his clutches, making sure that he didn’t let go of it for even a second, taking a look around before making his way down the ramp.)
Bella Braxton: AND THE FINAL PERSON TO ENTER A POD! RESIDING IN ATLANTA, GEORGIA, WEIGHING IN AT 238 POUNDS, HE IS THE ‘LIONHEART!!!!’ REEEEEEEXXXX McALLISTERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: I’m sure Rex has been waiting for an opportunity again like this for a very long time. He has been in some big matches since his return. He made an appearance at the Christmas show last year when he would fail to defeat Limmy Monaghan, but made an active return at Grand Rampage earlier this year, and has since been on an absolute tear.
James Peters: He has had his ups and he has had his downs since returning to EAW, but he has earned his way into a match like this. He poses one of the biggest threats in this match to Drake King and his EAW World Championship here tonight.
Persephone: ** **
Rich Russillo: No analysis on the weapon, Perse?
Persephone: ** **
James Peters: Fine, I’ll do it. Rex McAllister knew that type of match he was coming into tonight, and it looks like he is going to bring out the killer instinct in himself as well, as he brings a Night Watchman Thumper Mace into the Extreme Elimination Chamber..It is a solid piece of injection-molded polypropylene, which features large and small spikes and could definitely incapacitate anyone struck with it.
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Persephone: ** **
(Rex would make it to the ringside area, and was quick to enter the Extreme Elimination Chamber. He took a look around, eyeing TLA, Drake King, and Cameron Ella Ava all down before he would be the last one to enter a pod, his theme then fading out from there as they all would await the final two to enter the match who will start.)
(That was when, ‘Slow’ by System of a Down would hit the loudspeakers. The crowd would once again show disdain, exploding into a frenzy of boos, as it was the first of two men starting this match tonight, Mr. Wrestling XIX. He wasn’t very fond of being involved within this match but looks to go with the theme of it with his own weapon of choice, making his way down the ramp.)
Bella Braxton: AND INTRODUCING THE TWO MEN WHO WILL BE STARTING THIS MATCH, FIRST! FROM NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE, WEIGHING IN AT 233 POUNDS, HE IS… MR… WRESTLING… X! I! X!
Rich Russillo: Mr. Wrestling XIX has been a rising Elitist, at least within EAW territory, since his debut in the company, and has been a fast one at that. He has had some huge wins here, as well as challenging for championships such as the Hardcore Championship at Territorial Invasion. But tonight, he steps into unlikely territory, one he wasn’t very fond of, in the Extreme Elimination Chamber.
James Peters: Ironically enough, that Mr. Wrestling XIX is going to be starting tonight’s match against the man who he had defeated at Wicked Games a month or so ago, and the man who he had tried to injure and put on the shelf in Jack Ripley. Those two have had tons of bad blood, and it continues in the chamber here tonight for the EAW World Championship. As for his weapon–
Persephone: NOPE. I HAVE IT HANDLED, JAMES. As for the weapon of this old fuck, Mr. Wrestling XIX enters the Extreme Elimination Chamber with a unique approach in his own right. A very musical one, bringing in a guitar that has barbed wire wrapped around the base of it, as well as barbed wire intertwined with the strings of the instrument of mass destruction.
(Mr. Wrestling would then make it to the ringside area, letting out a very deep sigh before he would make his way up the steps and into the Extreme Elimination Chamber. He enters the ring, and takes a very long look around the structure, and all of the Hall Of Famers that surrounded him; being contained by pods, knowing he was about to be joined by one more…)
(Which would exactly be when ‘Bounce Back’ by Big Sean hit the speakers. The crowd would explode into cheers once more, as the final man to be entering this match would walk out onto the stage; that being Jack Ripley! Jack had his weapon draped over his shoulder carrying it with him that was… very festive themed, before making his way down the ramp.)
Bella Braxton: AND LAST, BUT NOT LEAST! FROM LAS VEGAS, NEVADA, WEIGHING IN AT 205 POUNDS, HE IS THE ‘STRAIGHT SHOOTER!!!!!!!!!” JAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK RIPLEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rich Russillo: Jack Ripley here tonight, is looking for the bounce back of the century. It is well known that Jack hasn’t had the best of luck these last couple of seasons, years even, ever since he lost the Answers World Championship back in 2020, but he has been on a consistent and constant quest to change that, and he looks to do exactly that by winning the EAW World Championship within the Extreme Elimination Chamber.
James Peters: I already said it, but it is very ironic that Jack Ripley is going to be starting the match here tonight with the same man who had tried to put him on the shelf just last month at Wicked Games. Jack has had a lot of history with most of the Elitists in this match, and he is looking to pull a shock on the world in his own right.
Persephone: …:comeagain:
Rich Russillo: Yes, Perse?
Persephone: jr:
James Peters: Would you please describe to us his weapon?
Persephone: I fucking hate this guy for not bringing the railroad spike back this year. Tonight, Jack Ripley’s weapon is… Santa’s sack. Why? I don’t know. But I am assuming there are going to be some very deadly weapons in that sack, like guns and knives or grenades or something.
Rich Russillo: Or maybe… It will be Christmas themed weapons!
Persephone: Fuck off.
(Jack would then enter the Extreme Elimination Chamber, his eyes not leaving Mr. Wrestling XIX for a second. He enters the ring and backs into his corner. Everybody was ready, the door was closed and locked shut, the referee standing in the middle of the ring gave a quick check in, before calling for the bell… as this match is now underway.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Rich Russillo: THE BELL HAS RUNG AND THIS MATCH HASN’T EVEN BEEN GIVEN A CHANCE TO BREATHE! RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE, JACK TAKES A CANDY CANE KENDO STICK AND SWINGS IT AT MR. WRESTLING!
Persephone: YEAH, I LOVE THE VIOLENCE- Did you just say candy cane kendo stick?
James Peters: CANDY CANE KENDO STICK! MR. WRESTLING TRIES TO RETALIATE WITH HIS BARBED WIRE GUITAR, BUT JACK IS SUCCESSFUL IN KNOCKING IT OUT OF HIS HANDS BEFORE BEGINNING TO SLAM THE KENDO STICK REPEATEDLY AGAINST HIS SIDE! MR. WRESTLING IS TRYING TO FEND OFF THE ATTACK BUT ULTIMATELY IT’S TOO LITTLE TOO LATE, AS JACK SLAMS REPEATED SHOTS TO HIS ABDOMEN THAT LEAVE HIM BACKED AGAINST THE CORNER, STRUGGLING TO GET ANY GROUND!
Rich Russillo: THE FUN IS OVER THOUGH, MR. WRESTLING GRABS A HOLD OF THE KENDO STICK BEFORE YANKING IT AWAY, TOSSING IT OUTSIDE THE RING AS HE GRABS THE HEAD OF JACK AND DRIVES HIS FIST RIGHT AGAINST HIS FACE! We know that there is no love loss between the two, especially after their debacle heading into Wicked Games, and they’re more than eager to get their hands on one another! Jack especially knows how he’ll need to redeem himself from that night and the only way is to get Mr. Wrestling out of this match!
James Peters: Easier said than done though, Rich. Mr. Wrestling has him by the head as he turns him around, SLAMMING HIM AGAINST THE CORNER INSTEAD! Jack quickly goes up to block his head, but seeing that coming Mr. Wrestling ducks under, BEGINNING TO DRIVE REPEATED SHOULDER THRUSTS AGAINST HIS ABDOMEN! Jack is gasping for air right now as Mr. Wrestling knows that he needs to take advantage of this while he has the opportunity! He grabs a hold of him and sends him downward toward the middle of the ring, as he sizes Jack up and runs toward him…
Rich Russillo: BUT JACK CATCHES HIM RIGHT IN TIME WITH ‘YOU’LL FLOAT TOO’!
Persephone: WRONG! SUPERKICK ATTEMPT AVOIDED AS MR. WRESTLING RUBBED HIS TWO BRAIN CELLS TOGETHER AND ROLLED UP JACK INTO A SCHOOLBOY PIN! PLEASE GOD LET HIM BE ELIMINATED!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO-
James Peters: BUT JACK KICKS OUT! Both of them are back up to their feet, and before Jack can do anything, Mr. Wrestling catches him with a boot to the abdomen! Jack doubles over as Mr. Wrestling then proceeds to grab him by the wrist and send him to the ropes… BUT BEFORE HE CAN FOLLOW UP, JACK LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND ONTO HIS SHOULDERS, TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A PICTURE-PERFECT HURRICANRANA! Mr. Wrestling is taken down to the mat but quickly rolls back up to a knee, trying his best to rebound before Jack can officially sway the offense in his favor…
Rich Russillo: JACK GOING FOR ‘DAYLIGHT SLAYING TIME’! RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE OF A KNEELING MR. WRESTLING XIX!
Persephone: BUT MR. WRESTLING JUST TOOK JACK’S OWN SANTA SACK AND WACKED UP RIGHT ACROSS THE SIDE OF HIS FACE, TAKING HIM OUT! HAH!
(Mr. Wrestling realizes that his weapon of choice is too far away to take the risk of heading over and taking it for himself, so instead he resorts to using Jack’s weapon against him. He opens the sack and looks inside, presumably seeing several Christmas-themed weapons with a disgusted expression on his face, not looking to play around with this debauchery. He quickly shoves it away and decides to continue with traditional professional wrestling.)
Persephone: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! GET THIS GUY OUT OF HERE! WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS DEAL?! AN EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER WITH NO WEAPONS IS HE FUCKING CRAZY?!
Rich Russillo: Mr. Wrestling has had his apprehension about the Extreme Elimination Chamber, and says that he finds it hard to believe that the winner of the night is going to end up being the better man out of all of them when they have to resort to such weapons and violence. I don’t think he wants to mess around with barbed wire and whatever Jack has for him there.
James Peters: He makes his way back over to Jack, grabbing a hold of him by the head and dragging him up to his feet, but before he can do anything, it’s Jack who begins to send strikes to the face! Trying to overwhelm him earlier and shift the odds in his favor, he knows that if he lets Mr. Wrestling get too far into this match in control then it’s going to cost him. Jack winds up… BUT BEFORE HE CAN, MR. WRESTLING SENDS A HARD KNEE TO THE ABDOMEN! Mr. Wrestling then grabs him by the arm again, trying to send him to the ropes one more time in hopes of taking him back down to the ground… BUT JACK GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE TO THE HEAD HOPING TO COUNTER BEFORE HE CAN DO ANYTHING!
Rich Russillo: BUT MR. WRESTLING SEES IT COMING AND MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER IT IN TIME! Jack sprints forward trying to rebound…
James Peters: BUT MR. WRESTLING POPS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS BEFORE GOING FOR A ‘KNEEBOMB’ ATTEMPT! POWERBOMB TO JACK WITH HIS SPINE LANDING STRAIGHT ON HIS KNEE!
Rich Russillo: BUT JACK MANAGES TO FLIP OVER AND ROLL HIM UP INTO A SUNSET FLIP PIN BEFORE IT CAN HAPPEN!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
James Peters: MR. WRESTLING KICKS OUT-
Rich Russillo: BUT JACK ROLLS HIM THROUGH AND CONNECTS WITH ‘DAYLIGHT SLAYING TIME’! RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE TAKES HIM DOWN!
(Jack doesn’t go for the pin, knowing that this match isn’t going to be over like that, having been in the ring with him before he knows that Mr. Wrestling has a lot more in the tank. He dips down to a knee, taking a moment to recover, but that moment of reprieve is not going to come for long as the crowd begins to count down, the numbers signaling the arrival of the next entrant into this Extreme Elimination Chamber match…)
(5…)
(4…)
(3…)
(2…)
(1…)
(BUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
(The lights begin to dim and the EAW Hall of Famer lies ready for whoever is going to come out next in this match. A spotlight flickers down on the four pods inside of the Chamber, with each Elitist inside ready to go if they happen to be chosen. It’s not long before it finally lands on a person, the crowd roaring with thunderous cheers.)
James Peters: CAMERON ELLA AVA IS HERE! SHE HAS HER ELECTRIC WHIP IN HAND AND IS MAKING A BEELINE INTO THE RING TOWARD JACK RIPLEY! JACK SPRINTS TOWARD CAMERON AS WELL-
(CRACK!)
Rich Russillo: BUT CAMERON WHIPS HIM ACROSS THE STOMACH AND SENDS HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND! A SURGE OF ELECTRICITY RUNS THROUGH THE STRAIGHT SHOOTER AS CAMERON TURNS AROUND…
(CRACK!)
James Peters: FOLLOWING THAT UP WITH ANOTHER CRACK OF THE ELECTRIC WHIP, THIS TIME ON THE SPINE OF MR. WRESTLING AS HE TRIES TO GET BACK UP TO HIS FEET! CAMERON KNOWS THAT SHE NEEDS TO KEEP THIS MATCH FIRMLY IN HER CONTROL, OR ELSE IT’S GOING TO END UP BEING TOO LATE FOR HER!
Rich Russillo: Jack tries to get back up to his feet, and he knows that he’s going to have to do something about Cameron’s tear into this match before this becomes even more out of reach for him… BUT BEFORE HE CAN! OH MY GOD! CAMERON JUST WRAPPED THAT ELECTRIC WHIP AROUND THE NECK OF JACK! ON-COMMAND ELECTRICITY SURGES THROUGH THE ELECTRIC WHIP AND JACK IS SPAZZING OUT RIGHT NOW AS HE’S FORCED BACK DOWN TO THE GROUND! THIS IS THE TYPE OF VICIOUSNESS THAT YOU NEED TO WIN MATCHES AND CAMERON IS SHOWING RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE THAT SHE HAS THAT!
Persephone: MORE! MORE! MAKE SURE HE STOPS BREATHING! I WANT HIM TO DIE!!!
James Peters: IT DOESN’T LAST MUCH LONGER THOUGH, AS FROM BEHIND! MR. WRESTLING MANAGES TO GAIN HIS BEARINGS AND DELIVER A CHOP BLOCK TO THE BACK OF CAMERON’S KNEE TO TAKE HER OUT! Cameron is forced down to a knee as she releases the electric whip and in turn, Jack Ripley, and Mr. Wrestling does not waste any time going to work as he grabs her by the head, before taking her down to the ground with a Snapmare! Cameron is in a seated position as Mr. Wrestling runs to the ropes and back… CONNECTING WITH A HARD KICK TO HER CHEST TO TAKE HER OUT!
Rich Russillo: Cameron is hurt, but Mr. Wrestling knows that’s not going to do the job for long as he grabs her by the head and brings her back up, grabbing a hold of her by the wrist- But before she can, it’s Cameron that manages to drop all her weight to keep herself situated in one place! Mr. Wrestling tries to pull her in, BUT INSTEAD, CAMERON LEADS HIM STRAIGHT TO A KNEE INTO HIS ABDOMEN TO DOUBLE HIM OVER! Mr. Wrestling drops down to a kneeling position as Cameron runs to the ropes and back… CONNECTING WITH AN ‘AVACADABRA’! SHINING WIZARD TO THE FACE TAKES MR. WRESTLING OUT!
James Peters: Cameron rolls back up to her feet, and it’s been made apparent that she’s not going to take her foot off the gas pedal in this one. She turns around and makes her way over to Jack who is just now beginning to gain his bearings after the assault that Cameron inflicted on him in the early going. She grabs him by the head and brings him up, not wasting any time beginning to slam repeated forearm shots against his face! Jack finds himself backed against the proverbial corner right now as there is nothing that he can do to possibly turn the tide…
Persephone: YOU WERE WRONG! HE TAKES THAT STUPID CANDY CANE KENDO STICK AND WHACKS IT AGAINST CAMERON!
Rich Russillo: Cameron staggers back, AS JACK TAKES THE KENDO STICK AND PRESSES IT UP AGAINST HER NECK BEFORE USING HIS LEG TO TRIP HER DOWN TO THE GROUND! Cameron quickly shoves him away, not willing let things go from bad to worse right now, BUT BEFORE SHE CAN EVEN RECOVER, JACK LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND CONNECTS WITH A JUMPING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO HER BODY WHICH KEEPS HER ON THE GROUND!
(Jack rolls back up to his feet, fired up as the crowd roars in support of the former Answers World Champion. Cameron’s intention when it came to how she approached Jack Ripley in this match was that she wanted to push him to be the best version of himself that he possibly could, and right now she could very well be getting a glimpse of that in these few moments. Cameron is down and Mr. Wrestling has himself backed against one of the corners, hoping that he can recover, before he makes his way over to his Santa sack. He has his eye on something as he pulls it out from there, the crowd mumbling in confusion.)
Persephone: I might be seeing things, but can you guys tell me if I’m seeing a Christmas wreath of holly and mistletoe wrapped in barbed wire? :comeagain:
James Peters: IT IS, AND HE JUST TOOK IT AND PLACED IT AROUND THE NECK OF CAMERON! CAMERON’S EYES WIDEN AS SHE REALIZES THE TROUBLE THAT SHE’S IN, AND JACK DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO HER SPINE BEFORE PULLING BACK ON THE WREATH! HE’S STRANGLING CAMERON WITH THE BARBED WIRE AND YOU CAN SEE THE BLOOD BEGINNING TO DRIP DOWN! CAMERON IS REACHING OUT, STRUGGLING TO BREATHE, AND YOU CAN TELL THAT THE SITUATION HAS GONE DIRE FOR HER ALREADY AND SHE’S JUST GOTTEN INTO THIS MATCH!
(CRACK!)
Rich Russillo: BUT SHE GETS SOME REPRIEVE! MR. WRESTLING FROM BEHIND MANAGES TO GET HIS BARBED WIRE GUITAR AND STRIKE JACK FROM BEHIND! THE IMPACT DOESN’T COMPLETELY BREAK THE GUITAR BUT LEAVES A HOLE AT THE BASE, AND MR. WRESTLING TAKES ADVANTAGE OF A STUNNED JACK RIPLEY AS HE BRINGS HIM DOWN INTO A CHIN LOCK…
James Peters: BEFORE BEGINNING TO RUB THE BARBED WIRE ON THE GUITAR ON THE FACE OF JACK RIPLEY! YOU CAN SEE THE LOOK OF REGRET ON THE FACE OF MR. WRESTLING RIGHT NOW, BUT AS HE’S MENTIONED, THIS IS A NECESSARY EVIL! THIS IS WHAT HE’S GOING TO HAVE TO DO IN ORDER TO SEE HIS VISION THROUGH!
(Mr. Wrestling doesn’t waste much more time on there as he releases Jack and forces him to pry the barbed wire off his face himself. He’s starting to bleed while on the other hand, Cameron is forced to rip the wreath away from her throat and gasp for air while against the ropes. Blood continues to drip down onto her body, and at this moment in time… the next entrant is ready to go.)
(5…)
(4…)
(3…)
(2…)
(1…)
(BUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
(The lights begin to dim as the spotlight flickers back and forth between the three remaining pods inside of the Chamber. The crowd murmurs in anticipation as they can’t wait to see who is going to end up coming out next, and before long one of the doors slides wide open.)
Rich Russillo: HERE WE GO! REX MCALLISTER IS OUT AND HE DOESN’T WASTE ANY TIME ENTERING THE RING AND PICKING UP THE PIECES WITH THE NIGHT WATCHMAN THUMPER MACE THAT HE HAS IN HIS HAND!
James Peters: Apparently we were told that Rex has something special added to the mace to add to what it’ll be able to do in the Chamber, and that certainly does not do any good for the other three that are inside the ring right now. He enters the ring and has his eyes on one Mr. Wrestling, AS HE TAKES A SWING…
Rich Russillo: BUT MR. WRESTLING MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER IT JUST IN TIME! Rex turns around with the mace in hand, trying to take a swing at it again, BUT MR. WRESTLING LUNGES AT HIM AND GRABS A HOLD OF IT WITH HIS BARE HANDS! THE SPIKES ON THE MACE ARE DIGGING INTO THE HANDS OF MR. WRESTLING, BUT HE KNOWS THAT THIS IS THE ONLY WAY THAT HE CAN PULL IT AWAY WITHOUT REX INFLICTING ANY MAJOR DAMAGE-
(*flick*)
(All of a sudden, Rex’s finger is seen flipping a switch on the handle of the watchman thumper mace, causing the mace to pulsate an ember color for a moment, forcing Mr. Wrestling’s hand to jut away and let go.)
James Peters: :comeagain: It looks like Rex’s mace just heated up and forced Mr. Wrestling’s hand away, AND REX IS TAKING ADVANTAGE-
(WHACK!)
Rich Russillo: TAKING THE MACE AND SLAMMING IT AGAINST THE SIDE OF MR. WRESTLING’S HEAD TO KNOCK HIM OUT COLD!
(Mr. Wrestling falls to the ground with a thud, blood beginning to pour down the side of his head as Rex looks down at him, admiring the damage that has been done before turning around and looking to continue his onslaught in this match.)
James Peters: HE TURNS AROUND AND IS MET BY JACK RIPLEY WHO SHOOTS OUT OF ONE OF THE CORNERS AND CONNECTS WITH A SHOTGUN DROPKICK TO THE CHEST OF REX TO SEND HIM INTO THE CORNER! Rex is sent into the corner and Jack does not waste any time beginning to slam repeated punches against his face, not letting what happened to Mr. Wrestling happen to him as well! Rex is trying to defend himself but ultimately he is forced to drop the mace on the ground as Jack continues to lay into him!
Rich Russillo: Jack grabs a hold of him and sends him toward the center of the ring, eyeing his target as he rushes forward… but before he can, Rex manages to boot him in the abdomen! That gives him the perfect opportunity to grab him by the head and run him toward the corner… LEAPING OFF AND SPIKING HIS HEAD OFF WITH A TORNADO DDT! Rex rolls back up to his feet and eyes Jack, patiently waiting for him to get back up to his feet as he knows that he can take him down with another big move right here!
James Peters: LIFTING HIM UP AND GOING FOR AN OLYMPIC SLAM!
Rich Russillo: BUT BEFORE HE CAN, CAMERON FROM BEHIND ROLLS REX UP INTO A SCHOOL GIRL PIN!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
James Peters: KICK OUT! Rex rolls back up to a kneeling position as Cameron sizes him up, CONNECTING WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE FACE! This stuns Rex as he’s able to keep himself up on a knee, Cameron running to the ropes and back… CONNECTING WITH A RUNNING STO TO A KNEELING REX TO FACEPLANT HIM ONTO THE CANVAS!
Rich Russillo: Cameron rolls back up to her feet, she takes the electric whip that she brought into this match and eyes Rex, BUT BEFORE SHE CAN, JACK TURNS HER AROUND AND NAILS HER WITH THAT CANDY CANE KENDO STICK AGAIN! That drops Cameron down to a knee as Jack swiftly pulls her in, CONNECTING WITH A DDT THAT DROPS HER DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH AUTHORITY!
James Peters: It seems like Jack is going back to what seems like an endless Santa sack of weapons at this point, trying to see what else he can use while everyone is down to his advantage. He pulls out… a small present box…?
Rich Russillo: NO! HE JUST OPENED THE BOX AND PULLED OUT AN ARRANGEMENT OF ORNAMENTS, ROLLING THEM OUT ONTO THE FLOOR! YOU COULD CALL THOSE CHRISTMAS THUMBTACKS BECAUSE IT’S DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO BE A PLEASANT LANDING!
James Peters: WAIT! MR. WRESTLING FROM BEHIND JUST LIFTED JACK INTO THE AIR FOR ‘THE GIRLFRIEND EXPERIENCE’! LOW BLOW BY MR. WRESTLING AS HE TURNS HIM AROUND AND LIFTS HIM UP…
(CRASH!)
Rich Russillo: SCOOP SLAM ONTO THE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS! JACK IS IN A WORLD OF HURT RIGHT NOW AND MR. WRESTLING AFTER A BURST OF ENERGY COLLAPSES BACK DOWN TO THE GROUND!
James Peters: But it doesn’t seem like there’s going to be any breathing for any of them for long! The countdown has begun and the second to last entrant into this match will be exiting their pod! Who will it be?!
(5…)
(4…)
(3…)
(2…)
(1…)
(BUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
(The lights dim once more and the spotlight flickers between the remaining two pods inside of the ring. All four Elitists already inside the ring with the strength that they can muster out are in high vigilance, as finally, it lands on one person…)
Rich Russillo: HERE COMES THE HARDCORE CHAMPION!
James Peters: AND HE HAS THE MACUAHUITI, THE AZTEC WAR CLUB, IN HIS HANDS! HE ENTERS THE RING AND REX IS THE FIRST ONE THAT APPROACHES WITH HIS MACE, THE TWO OF THEM CLASHING WITH ONE ANOTHER! THE MACE AND THE CLUB SLAM TOGETHER AND ULTIMATELY IT’S TLA THAT MANAGES TO GET THE UPPER HAND IN THAT! REX STAGGERS BACK BUT TRIES TO SWING AGAIN AT TLA-
Rich Russillo: JUST FOR TLA TO DUCK UNDER THAT AND SLICE REX ACROSS HIS THIGH WITH THE BLADES ON THE CLUB!
James Peters: Rex drops down to the ground like a wounded animal, AND TLA LIFTS HIM AND TRIES TO SLAM THE CLUB AGAINST REX’S HEAD WHILE ON THE CANVAS-
Rich Russillo: BUT REX ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY JUST IN TIME! TLA LIFTS IT UP AGAIN AND TRIES TO ATTACK-
(CRACK!)
James Peters: BUT CAMERON FROM BEHIND TAKES THE ELECTRIC WHIP AND SLAMS IT ACROSS THE BACK OF TLA! TLA is forced to drop his club down to the ground, AS CAMERON TAKES THE WHIP AND TRIES TO STRANGLE HIM WITH IT- BUT TLA WITH A BACK ELBOW STOPS THAT BEFORE IT CAN HAPPEN! He turns around to face her, as he quickly shoves her away! Cameron stumbles back but quickly rushes forward to try and make up for it…
(CRASH)
Rich Russillo: BUT TLA LIFTS CAMERON OFF THE GROUND AND BOUNCES HER OFF THE ROPES BEFORE SLAMMING HER DOWN WITH A ‘DESMADRE’ ONTO THE REMNANTS OF THE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS ON THE GROUND! REBOUND SITOUT POWERBOMB CONNECTS AND SHARDS OF GLASS DIG INTO THE BACK OF CAMERON, TLA NOT WASTING ANY TIME PINNING CAMERON’S SHOULDERS TO THE MAT!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTTHHHH-
James Peters: BUT DESPITE THAT IT’S CAMERON THAT MANAGES TO KICK OUT OF THAT AND SAVE HER CHANCES IN THIS MATCH!
Rich Russillo: Meanwhile on the outside of the ring, the starting two have found their way toward each other again! Jack, still hurt from the landing on the Christmas ornaments, is trading blows with Mr. Wrestling! It’s clear that there is hatred between the two, and knowing them, they want to be the ones to get the other out of this match! Jack tries to grab a hold of him from around the waist, BUT BEFORE HE CAN, MR. WRESTLING CONNECTS WITH AN AXE HANDLE TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! Jack drops down to a knee as Mr. Wrestling grabs a hold of him, BEFORE SENDING HIM AGAINST THE GLASS OF ONE OF THE EMPTY CHAMBER PODS!
James Peters: Thankfully for Jack it doesn’t break, and he slowly begins to make his way away from the pod, trying to create some sort of distance between the two of them while he has the chance. He turns around and tries to throw a punch at Mr. Wrestling, but Mr. Wrestling sends a shot back, BEFORE TURNING HIM AROUND AND TRYING TO SLAM HIM AGAINST THE CHAIN-LINKED WALLS OF THE CHAMBER-
Rich Russillo: BUT JACK HOLDS HIS FOOT OUT! He sends a quick back elbow to the face and it doesn’t seem like he’s very interested in pursuing either, as he begins to make his way up the Chamber instead! Mr. Wrestling tries to grab him by the ankle and pull him down, but Jack just uses his free leg to kick him away as Mr. Wrestling stumbles back…
James Peters: AND JACK LEAPS OFF THE WALL OF THE EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER AND FLATTENS HIM WITH A MOONSAULT!
Rich Russillo: Both men are down and meanwhile inside the ring, it’s a three-way battle between Cameron, TLA, and Rex! Rex is against the middle rope and TLA is running to the ropes and back… GOING FOR ‘305’! THE TIGER FEINT KICK!
James Peters: BUT REX MANAGES TO GRAB THE LEG JUST IN TIME BEFORE IT CAN NAIL HIM IN THE FACE! HE SWINGS IT BACK AROUND AS TLA STUMBLES BACK INTO THE RING… AND HE FALLS INTO CAMERON WHO TURNS HIM AROUND AND NAILS HIM WITH A ‘WONDER WOMAN PUNCH’! FOREARM SHOT TO THE FACE!
Rich Russillo: Rex slowly makes his way out of his corner, Cameron trying to gain some ground as she turns and makes her way over to him- BUT REX JUST TOOK HIS THUMPER MACE AND SLAMMED IT AGAINST THE KNEECAP OF CAMERON! Cameron drops down to the ground giving a cry of pain, BEFORE REX FLIPS THE SWITCH ON THE HANDLE OF THE MACE AND LIFTS IT UP BEFORE SLAMMING IT AGAINST HER KNEECAP AGAIN!
James Peters: I think I can get it now! Rex’s thumper mace has a switch on the handle that heats the weapon up, you can see the ember glow pulsating from it! That allows for him to amplify the damage that he does whenever he desires, which is why Cameron is practically grabbing her knee in bloodcurdling agony right now!
Rich Russillo: Well it’s certainly smart to have and Rex knows it. He makes his way over to TLA who is beginning to get back up, AS HE TAKES A SWING- BUT TLA ONCE AGAIN USES HIS AZTEC WAR CLUB TO BLOCK IT! He manages to grab a hold of it just in time, BEFORE USING HIS FREE FOOT TO KICK REX’S MACE AWAY! It lands on the ground with a thud, AND REX QUICKLY LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND TRIES TO REBOUND WITH A HIGH KNEE TO THE FACE OF TLA BEFORE HE CAN DO ANYTHING!
James Peters: BUT TLA STEPS BACK BEFORE SLICING REX ACROSS THE CHEST WITH THE BLADES ON THE WAR CLUB! REX IS ON THE GROUND IN A WORLD OF PAIN RIGHT NOW AS HE GRABS HIS CHEST THAT’S BEGINNING TO PROFUSELY BLEED OUT!
(Before you know it, we reach the final entrant.)
(5…)
(Everyone on their feet has stopped what they’re doing.)
(4…)
(They turn toward the lone occupied Chamber pod.)
(3…)
(And there, they see a sight that everyone in the match is oh-so-familiar with.)
(2…)
(Drake King, holding his branding iron, and grinning from ear to ear.)
(1…)
(BUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Rich Russillo: THE DOOR HAS OPENED, THE CHAMPION IS HERE! GOD HAS ARRIVED TO THE EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER!
Persephone: NO YOU IDIOT! THE DOOR HASN’T OPENED! IT’S JAMMED!
(Ring crew quickly swarm the outside of the ring, realizing the mishap that has happened, and soon the five people already in the match turn their attention to what’s going on right now. They’re trying their best to open the pod and let Drake out, but there’s no use, and it seems that there are technical difficulties right now…)
(… but it doesn’t seem like Drake cares.)
Drake King: :mjlol2:
James Peters: Drake is laughing right now! The others in the match are beginning to get furious that this is happening, and Drake knows that this plays right into the palm of his hands! Not only does he get more of a breather, but he continues to get under the skin of all the other Elitists in this match as well!
(Drake is practically seconds away from breaking into a goofy dance, as he looks at all the irritated faces of Cameron, TLA, Rex, Jack, and Mr. Wrestling as they watch the ring crew do everything they can to let him out. Who knows if it was he who did that to further his chances, or it was a sign from the Drake in the heavens, but it certainly won’t do him any favors if they let him out and he has to face the music…)
Persephone: Ruh roh, looks like they got the door open, Drakey!
(Suddenly, the door slides open, and the thunderous cheers of the crowd in Mexico City follow. Drake’s shit-eating grin slowly starts to fade, as he looks around at the five Elitists who have dropped what they’re doing and focused all their attention on him.)
Drake King: (Off-Mic) Hi.
Rich Russillo: ‘YOU’LL FLOAT TOO’!
James Peters: JACK RUSHES INTO THE CHAMBER POD AND CONNECTS WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE JAW OF DRAKE WHICH SENDS HIM BACK! HE GRABS DRAKE AND DRAGS HIM OUT OF THE POD WITH HIS OWN BARE HANDS, THROWING HIM OVER THE ROPES AND INTO THE RING…
Rich Russillo: ‘CASHOUT’!
James Peters: VERTICAL SUPLEX INTO A BACKSTABBER BY MR. WRESTLING FOLLOWS THAT UP…
Rich Russillo: ‘REX EFFECT’!
James Peters: AS REX LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND SPIKES DRAKE DOWN WITH THE FLOAT OVER TORNADO JUMPING EVEN FLOW DDT!
Rich Russillo: ‘GODDESS RISING’!
James Peters: EVEN AFTER ALL OF THAT, DRAKE STILL TRIES TO GET UP BUT IS MET WITH A STEP-UP AXE KICK FOR HIS TROUBLES!
Rich Russillo: ‘MEXICAN DESTROYER’!
James Peters: BEFORE TLA FOLLOWS THAT UP AS HE FLIPS DRAKE OVER AND SPIKES HIM ONTO HIS HEAD WITH THE FLIP PILEDRIVER! DRAKE IS PRACTICALLY A CORPSE AT THIS POINT AS HE FALLS DOWN TO THE FLOOR! JACK QUICKLY MAKES HIS WAY OVER AND DOES NOT WASTE ANY TIME HOOKING THE LEG! IS THE EAW WORLD CHAMPION ABOUT TO BE THE FIRST ELIMINATION IN THIS MATCH?!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!
…
…
…
Rich Russillo: NO! MR. WRESTLING JUST MADE HIS WAY OVER AND PULLED JACK OFF OF DRAKE! HE GOES FOR THE PIN HIMSELF! HE WANTS TO BE CREDITED FOR ELIMINATING DRAKE FROM THE MATCH!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!
James Peters: BUT TLA JUST LUNGED FORWARD AND BROKE UP THE PIN! HE GOES FOR THE PIN ON DRAKE INSTEAD! AFTER EVERYTHING THAT THE TWO OF THEM HAVE GONE THROUGH HE WANTS TO BE THE ONE CREDITED FOR COSTING HIM THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
OOONNNEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!!
Rich Russillo: BUT CAMERON JUST SHOVED TLA OFF OF HIM! CAMERON NOW TRIES TO GO FOR THE PIN! AFTER WICKED GAMES I THINK THERE’S NOTHING MORE THAT SHE’D WANT TO DO THAN GET DRAKE OUT!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!!
James Peters: BUT REX JUST MADE HIS WAY OVER AND BREAKS UP CAMERON’S PIN ON DRAKE! AFTER THE WAR OF WORDS THAT THEY WENT THROUGH THIS WEEK, REX GOES FOR THE PIN! WILL THIS BE IT FOR THE EAW WORLD CHAMPION!
OOONNNEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!
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Rich Russillo: BUT DRAKE KICKS OUT! EVERYONE TRYING TO GO FOR THE PIN ON HIM GAVE HIM ENOUGH TIME TO REGAIN HIS BEARINGS AND SHOOT THE SHOULDER UP! HE SAVES HIS CHANCES IN THIS MATCH!
(With all hope lost in taking out Drake King before he could even fully enter the match, the real Extreme Elimination Chamber match begins now! Cameron quickly takes her electric whip off the ground and starts to slam it against Rex repeatedly for breaking up her pin! Mr. Wrestling and TLA, reigniting their feud with one another, begin to go at it with Mr. Wrestling managing to catch TLA before he could get back that Aztec War Club. Meanwhile Jack Ripley is in high pursuit of Drake King who has rolled out from under the ring and back to the outside.)
James Peters: Jack grabs a hold of the ankle of Drake and pulls him away, it looks like he was trying to crawl back into his Chamber pod and grab a hold of the branding iron that was dropped on the ground after the onslaught. Drake rolls onto his back and tries to kick Jack away, but Jack grabs a hold of the other leg… GRABBING HIM BY BOTH LEGS AND SENDING HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE CHAIN LINKED EXTERIOR OF THE CHAMBER!
(Jack staggers back, shaking his head as his eyes suddenly glance over at the branding iron, Drake’s weapon of choice. He makes his way over and takes it into his possession, looking at Drake who looks like he’s gone through a 60 Minute Ironman match despite only being out of his Chamber pod for a few minutes at best.)
Rich Russillo: JACK IS TRYING TO USE DRAKE’S OWN BRANDING IRON AGAINST HIM! HE TRIES TO SEAR IT INTO HIS SHOULDER!
James Peters: BUT DRAKE MANAGES TO HOLD BOTH HANDS OUT AND GRAB THE WRIST OF JACK JUST IN TIME! JACK TRIES TO PRY HIM AWAY, BUT DRAKE USES HIS FOOT TO BOOT HIM BACK JUST IN TIME! Jack stumbles back, as Drake uses the chains to get back up to his feet, JUST FOR JACK TO TRY AGAIN- BUT DRAKE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AS THE BRANDING IRON HITS THE STEEL INSTEAD! Jack turns around, JUST FOR DRAKE TO SPIN AROUND AND TAKE HIS HEAD OFF WITH A DISCUS ELBOW!
Rich Russillo: On the other hand it’s Mr. Wrestling and TLA going at it! TLA has tried to reach for his club multiple times now, but Mr. Wrestling has stopped him, continuing to try and force the Hardcore Champion to have a more dignified approach! TLA GOES FOR A SPINNING HEEL KICK- BUT MR. WRESTLING MANAGES TO GRAB THE LEG AND TRIP HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND…
James Peters: HE’S TRYING TO LOCK IN THE ANKLE LOCK! ANKLE LOCK ON THE HARDCORE CHAMPION!
Rich Russillo: BUT TLA COUNTERS IT AND GOES FOR A WHEELBARROW ROLL UP! THE REFEREE STARTS THE COUNT!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEE-
James Peters: NO! MR. WRESTLING KICKS OUT OF THE MOVE! BOTH OF THEM GET BACK UP, BUT MR. WRESTLING BOOTS HIM IN THE ABDOMEN BEFORE HE CAN TRY ANYTHING AND SETS HIM UP…
Rich Russillo: IT’S TIME FOR ‘CASH OUT’!
James Peters: BUT TLA FLIPS IT INTO THE ‘MEXICAN DESTROYER’! SHADES OF THEIR MATCH FROM TERRITORIAL INVASION!
Rich Russillo: BUT MR. WRESTLING KEEPS HIM UP AS HE SENDS BOTH OF THEM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND OUT OF THE RING! MR. WRESTLING WASN’T GOING TO LET HIMSELF BE COMPROMISED BY THAT AGAIN!
James Peters: Meanwhile Cameron and Rex are continuing to tee off on one another, Cameron has that electric whip and every so often she’s managed to get some shots in on Rex, but Rex has absorbed the blows and is doing everything that he can to fight back! CAMERON TAKES THE ELECTRIC WHIP AND SWINGS AT REX AGAIN!
Rich Russillo: REX TAKES THE BLOW TO THE SIDE OF HIS BODY BUT QUICKLY GRABS THE WHIP AND PULLS HIM IN FOR A LARIAT TO THE FACE WHICH TAKES CAMERON DOWN TO THE CANVAS! Rex rips the whip away from her and tosses it down to the ground before he picks up the thumper mace into his hands, Cameron is rolling away, trying to create distance between the two as she grabs a hold of the turnbuckles and uses them to get herself back up. Rex makes his way over… HE TAKES A SWING STRAIGHT AT THE HEAD OF CAMERON WITH THE THUMPER MACE!
James Peters: BUT CAMERON HOBBLES AWAY JUST IN TIME AS REX RIPS APART THE TURNBUCKLE PADDING WITH THE MACE! You can see the knee of Cameron profusely bleeding thanks to what Rex has already done, and it’s clear that she’s barely hanging on right now having already gone through so much in this match! REX RIPS IT AWAY BEFORE TURNING AROUND AND SWINGING AT CAMERON ONE MORE TIME!
Rich Russillo: BUT CAMERON TURNS IT AROUND AND STOPS IT WITH HER HANDS JUST IN TIME! THE SPIKES ARE DIGGING INTO HER PALMS, CAUSING HER TO BLEED EVEN MORE THAN SHE ALREADY IS RIGHT NOW, AND REX LOOKS TO FLIP THE SWITCH TO CAUSE THE MACE TO START HEATING UP!
James Peters: BUT CAMERON CLIPS HIM IN THE KNEECAP AND OVERPOWERS HIM AS SHE PUSHES THE THUMPER MACE STRAIGHT INTO REX’S FACE! REX IS PUSHED BACK INTO THE CORNER AS CAMERON DIGS THE SPIKES INTO HIM, REX DOING EVERYTHING THAT HE CAN TO STOP THE ATTACK FROM HIS OWN WEAPON, BUT HIS FACE IS ALREADY SCRATCHED UP AND BLEEDING RIGHT NOW THANKS TO THE SPIKES AND ALL THE BARBED WIRE, AND HE HAS TO BE IN EXCRUCIATING PAIN!
Rich Russillo: It seems that all the fighting has made its way back into the ring though, with Drake and Jack finding their way back in, Drake having the upperhand over him, and TLA managing to get Mr. Wrestling back inside as well! All six members of this match have found their way back into the fold and this is absolute carnage right now! Rex and Cameron are still going at it but it seems like the fights between the four other people have mingled into one, as Drake, TLA, Mr. Wrestling, and Jack all begin to trade shots with one another!
James Peters: It’s broken apart as Mr. Wrestling and Jack Ripley are going at it, and the two Champions Drake and TLA are both in their own battle. DRAKE RUSHES FORWARD AND GOES FOR A SLINGBLADE- BUT TLA MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND SENDS HIM DOWN TO A SEATED POSITION! He sizes Drake up, BEFORE GOING FOR A HEEL KICK TO THE HEAD- BUT DRAKE DUCKS UNDER THAT AND LIFTS HIM UP, RUNNING HIM FORWARD AND LAUNCHING HIM INTO ONE OF THE TURNBUCKLES WITH A POWERBOMB!
Rich Russillo: MEANWHILE MR. WRESTLING AND JACK HAVE ONCE AGAIN FOUND THEMSELVES INTERTWINED! MR. WRESTLING IS SENDING STRIKE AFTER STRIKE TO HIS FACE, TRYING TO DO EVERYTHING THAT HE CAN RIGHT NOW IN ORDER TO GET THE BETTER OF HIM! MR. WRESTLING GRABS HIM BY THE HEAD AND SENDS HIM TO THE CENTER OF THE RING, JACK TRIES TO GET UP, BUT MR. WRESTLING CONNECTS WITH A HARD SHOT TO THE FACE THAT TAKES HIM DOWN!
(Mr. Wrestling quickly makes his way over and takes his barbed wire guitar, yelling at Jack to get back up to his feet so that he can deliver some well-needed offense, and if he can connect with this, this could possibly spell the end of the match for The Straight Shooter…)
James Peters: MR. WRESTLING SWINGS AT JACK WITH THE GUITAR-
Rich Russillo: BUT JACK DUCKS UNDER AND RIPS THE GUITAR AWAY-
(CRASH!)
James Peters: BEFORE USING MR. WRESTLING’S OWN GUITAR AGAINST HIM! HE SLAMS IT AGAINST HIS HEAD AS THE GUITAR SHATTERS INTO A MILLION PIECES, BARBED WIRE STICKING INTO HIS HEAD AS HE COLLAPSES DOWN TO THE GROUND! JACK IS QUICKLY MAKING HIS WAY UP TO THE TOP ROPE, HE HAS HIMSELF IN POSITION AS HE KNOWS THAT THIS IS WHAT HE NEEDED…
Rich Russillo: LEAPING OFF OF THE TOP ROPE AND GOING FOR ‘BELIEVE IT OR NOT’! THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO MR. WRESTLING!
James Peters: BUT MR. WRESTLING BARELY SHIFTS HIMSELF OVER AND GRABS JACK BEFORE ROLLING HIM INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE PIN! NOT LIKE THIS!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!!
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Rich Russillo: NO! JACK ROLLS MR. WRESTLING OVER AND PINS HIS SHOULDERS TO THE MAT INSTEAD! TURNING THE INSIDE CRADLE AROUND ON HIM!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
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Bella Braxton: MR. WRESTLING XIX HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Persephone: AIN’T NO FUCKING WAY! LMAOOOOO!!!
(Mr. Wrestling immediately rolls back up to his knees, a shocked expression on his face as the crowd cheers loudly for what has happened. Jack is lying on the ground, a pained expression on his face but a smirk that shows the success of getting one elimination to his name. Payback for Wicked Games in the best way, and that’s making sure Mr. Wrestling’s “vision” for EAW is completely dissipated. Mr. Wrestling though, isn’t going quietly…)
Persephone: LEAVE THE RING MOTHERFUCKER! YOU’RE GONE! OUT!
James Peters: OFFICIALS ARE TRYING TO GET HIM TO LEAVE, BUT HE JUST TURNED JACK AROUND AS HE’S GETTING BACK UP AND THE TWO OF THEM ARE ARGUING! GOING BACK AND FORTH, MR. WRESTLING CAN’T BELIEVE THAT THIS HAS JUST HAPPENED AND JACK IS TELLING HIM TO JUST BACK OFF!
(Finally, Mr. Wrestling does, still irate by all of this, fuming in anger that out of all people, he managed to get himself eliminated by Jack Ripley. He shakes his head as an official quickly rushes in and has to escort him out, making sure that there’s nothing else that happens which messes with the flow with the match. Jack shakes his head, a look of disappointment for what this has come to, and turns around and continues this match.)
Rich Russillo: WAIT! FROM BEHIND! CAMERON JUST TOOK REX’S THUMPER MACE AND FLICKED THE SWITCH, SHE HEATS IT UP AND SLAMS IT AGAINST THE SIDE OF JACK’S HEAD! SHE TOOK THE CLOSEST THING TO HER AND USED IT TO HER ADVANTAGE, KNOWING THAT JACK GETTING CAUGHT OFF GUARD WAS THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY TO PUT THE NAIL IN THE COFFIN!
James Peters: BEFORE JACK CAN FALL CAMERON FOLLOWS THAT UP AS SHE STEPS THROUGH AND HITS A ‘WONDER WOMAN PUNCH’! FOREARM SMASH!
Rich Russillo: BUT SOMEHOW JACK IS STILL STANDING…
James Peters: ‘SERPENT’S KISS’!
Rich Russillo: CAMERON WITH THE HOOK KICK INTO THE SPINNING BACKFIST AS SHE FALLS RIGHT ON TOP OF JACK!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Bella Braxton: JACK RIPLEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
(Cameron pulls herself off of the body of Jack, a grin on her face as she looks around at all the carnage. Jack took his eye off the ball, and allowed himself to be caught up with Mr. Wrestling’s antics, and exactly as Cameron told him, if he did that, she would swoop in and pick up the pieces. Which is what happened. And now, in a matter of minutes, there were four people left in the Extreme Elimination Chamber.)
James Peters: DRAKE JUST LUNGED TOWARD CAMERON, LOCKING IN A GROUNDED HEADLOCK AS HE THEN BEGAN TO DRIVE FISTS INTO HER FACE! CAMERON IS TRYING TO FIGHT BACK BUT DRAKE CAUGHT HIM OFF GUARD AND THE EAW WORLD CHAMPION IS PICKING HIM APART! MEANWHILE TLA HAS THE CLUB IN HIS HANDS AS HE APPROACHES REX!
Rich Russillo: BUT REX CONNECTS WITH A HIGH KNEE TO THE FACE TO PREVENT TLA FROM CONNECTING WITH ANYTHING! TLA keeps the club in his hands as Rex then turns around and runs to the ropes and back, GOING FOR A LARIAT TO THE FACE- BUT TLA DUCKS UNDER THAT…
James Peters: BEFORE SLICING REX RIGHT ACROSS THE CHEST AGAIN! HAVING OPENED THE WOUND WITH THAT PREVIOUS SHOT, TLA DIGS DEEPER AS THE BLADES CUT INTO THE ALREADY WIDE OPEN GASH! REX STAGGERS DOWN TO A KNEE, STRUGGLING TO BREATHE AS THE PAIN HAS BECOME UNBEARABLE, AND NOW TLA HAS THE WAR CLUB IN HAND AS HE GRABS REX!
Rich Russillo: AND BEGINS TO USE THE BLADES AS HE DRAGS IT ACROSS REX’S FACE! REX IS CRYING IN PAIN AS TLA IS RELENTLESS IN HIS ATTACK! HE’S HARDCORE CHAMPION FOR A REASON! HE’S IN HIS ENVIRONMENT! TLA CONTINUES TO DRAG IT ACROSS HIS FACE AS REX IS LOSING A PROFUSE AMOUNT OF BLOOD, IT DOESN’T SEEM LIKE HE’S GOING TO STOP EITHER, SO THE HALL OF FAMER IS GOING TO HAVE TO DIG DEEP AND FIND A WAY OUT OF THIS FAST!
James Peters: WAIT! HE DOES! HE MANEUVERS HIMSELF AROUND AND GRABS HIS THUMPER MACE THAT CAMERON DROPPED NEAR HIM, SLAMMING IT AGAINST HIS FACE! TLA IS FORCED TO RELEASE AS REX GETS UP, SWINGING THE THUMPER MACE AGAIN THIS TIME INTO HIS ABDOMEN! THE BLOOD IS BEGINNING TO BECOME MORE PROMINENT ALL OVER TLA, AS REX SENDS SHOCKWAVES THROUGH TLA BY LIFTING THE MACE UP AGAIN AND SLAMMING IT AGAINST THE BACK OF HIS SPINE! AND NOW REX IS JUST BEGINNING TO REPEATEDLY BEAT HIM DOWN WITH AUTHORITY!
Rich Russillo: On the other hand it does not seem to be looking good for one Cameron Ella Ava! She’s crawling on all fours right now, struggling to get up in pain, and this is the perfect opportunity that Drake needs right now to take advantage! He stomps his feet repeatedly in the corner, eyeing Cameron and sizing her up, rushing forward…
James Peters: ‘JUDGEMENT DAY’ THE CURB STOMP TO THE BACK OF CAMERON’S HEAD TO TAKE HER OUT!
Rich Russillo: BUT CAMERON JUST LIFTED DRAKE UP INTO THE AIR JUST IN TIME! ‘NO BODY, NO CRIME’!
James Peters: BUT DRAKE SLIPS OUT BEFORE GRABBING CAMERON AROUND THE WAIST AND DRIVING HER INTO THE CORNER CHEST FIRST! Drake turns her around and begins to slam punches against her face, and I don’t like the look of all of this right now as Drake then goes under and grabs her by the legs, HE’S BRINGING HER UP ONTO THE TOP ROPE AND CAMERON KNOWS THE TROUBLE SHE’S IN!
Rich Russillo: Both of them are trading punches back and forth, Cameron managing to get the upperhand in this situation and send some hard shots of her own to the face of the EAW World Champion! Both of them know that this is the last place they want to be on right now, and they’re going to have to find a way out of this even if it means sending their opponent plummeting down to the ground hard! BUT DRAKE BEFORE CAMERON CAN GO ANY FURTHER CONNECTS WITH A HEADBUTT TO THE SKULL! Cameron is rocked and Drake does not waste anytime, SUPERPLEX TIME!
James Peters: BUT CAMERON SLIPS HER HEAD AWAY AND NAILS A PUNCH BEFORE CRACKING DRAKE OVER THE SKULL WITH A HEADBUTT OF HER OWN! ‘GLASS CEILING’! AVALANCHE STUNNER!
Rich Russillo: BUT DRAKE KEEPS CAMERON IN THE AIR AND SPINS HER AROUND BEFORE PUSHING HER OFF OF THE TOP ROPE! CAMERON LANDS ON HER FEET WITH DRAKE STILL MANAGING TO STAY ON THE TOP ROPE!
(Suddenly, Cameron’s knee buckles as she crumbles down to a kneeling position. She gives a cry of agonizing pain as the landing off the top rope tweaks her knee. Thanks to the damage that one Rex McAllister did to it, it was hanging on by string and tape, and it began to take its toll at the most crucial moment.)
James Peters: CAMERON TRIES TO GET UP AS SHE RUSHES AT DRAKE, THE LAST BIT OF ENERGY THAT SHE HAS LEFT…
Rich Russillo: BUT DRAKE JUST GRABBED A HOLD OF HER AND CONNECTED WITH ‘CROWN OF THORNS’! THE HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER TO CAMERON COMPLETELY TAKES HER OUT, AND IT DOESN’T SEEM LIKE DRAKE IS DONE!
(Drake, a sinister expression on his face, knowing what this has come to, looks over and sees the electric whip that Cameron brought into this match. Instead of looking to finish the job with his own weapon, he makes his way over and takes the electric whip into his hand…)
James Peters: DRAKE IS DOING WHAT CAMERON DID TO JACK EARLIER IN THE MATCH! HE HAS THE ELECTRIC WHIP AND HE’S STRANGLING CAMERON WITH IT! CAMERON IS CONVULSING AS WAVES OF ELECTRICITY SHOOT DOWN HER BODY! A MANIACAL EXPRESSION IS SEEN ON THE FACE OF DRAKE AS HE BRINGS CAMERON DOWN TO THE GROUND! CAMERON IS SEEING THE LIGHTS FADE! THIS MIGHT BE OVER FOR HER RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!
Rich Russillo: AND THAT IT IS AS DRAKE TRANSITIONS IT AND LIFTS CAMERON OFF OF THE GROUND FOR A ‘LOW OF SOLIPSISM’! THE SINGLE UNDERHOOK BRAINBUSTER SPIKES CAMERON RIGHT ONTO HER HEAD AND DRAKE ROLLS HER OVER ONTO HER BACK AND HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE PIN!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!!
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Bella Braxton: CAMERON ELLA AVA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
(Drake, happier than ever, crawls off of Cameron and collapses back down to the ground. Drake knows that Cameron’s main intention heading into this was that as long as Drake King didn’t come out with his hand raised in victory, then it would be a successful night. That she would do everything that she possibly could in order to make sure that the job was finished. But Drake just proved that even if that was the case, it wasn’t going to be Cameron that finished the job.)
(And thus, there were three people left in the match.)
James Peters: We know how far all of these Elitists have had to travel to get to this point. All of them have their own motives as to why they’re willing to go the distance in such a sadistic structure like the Extreme Elimination Chamber, and-
TLA: :lick:
Rich Russillo: TLA WHILE DRAKE WAS GETTING UP JUST TOOK HIS OWN BRANDING IRON AND DROVE IT INTO HIS BACK!
(Drake gives a cry of pain as he drops down to the ground, TLA pushing the branding iron hard into his spine, as he pulls away, a ‘DK’ fittingly emblazoned on the back of the EAW World Champion as he rolls around in agony. TLA gives a shrug of his shoulders before he drops it down to the ground.)
James Peters: BUT REX DOESN’T WASTE ANY TIME JOINING IN ON THE FIGHT! HE LAUNCHES TOWARD HIM AND BEGINS TO DRIVE REPEATED FISTS INTO HIS FACE! HE KNOWS THAT TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE IN A MATCH LIKE THIS AND IF HE DOESN’T TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW THEN IT’S GOING TO END UP COSTING HIM THE MATCH!
Rich Russillo: REX HAS TLA BACKED UP AS HE RAMS MULTIPLE KNEES INTO HIS ABDOMEN! TRYING TO SOFTEN HIM UP! REX THEN GRABS A HOLD OF HIM BY THE HEAD… GOING FOR A TORNADO DDT- BUT TLA MANAGES TO KEEP REX OFF THE GROUND BEFORE TURNING HIM AROUND AND SENDING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND OUTSIDE OF THE RING! REX CRASHES HARD ON THE FLOOR AS HE WRITHES IN PAIN UPON IMPACT!
James Peters: TLA turns around and grabs a hold of a Drake King who is still in a world of hurt and begins to bring him up to his feet, grabbing him by the head, AND CONNECTING WITH A ‘VERY MEXICAN UPPERCUT’ TO HIS JAW! Drake staggers back and falls back against the ropes, them pressing against the burn on his back being a reminder of what TLA has done to him, AS TLA RUSHES FORWARD AND CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE- BUT DRAKE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND SENDS HIM OVER INSTEAD! TLA lands hard on the outside of the ring as Drake collapses down to the ground, God finding himself as the only one who’s inside the ring at the moment. But TLA, despite everything, is still getting back up to his feet, AS HE SPRINGBOARDS OFF OF THE ROPES AND GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE TO THE HEAD TO TRY AND TAKE HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND!
Rich Russillo: BUT DRAKE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE THAT CAN HAPPEN! TLA ROLLS BACK UP TO HIS FEET…
James Peters: BUT DRAKE JUST TOOK A PIECE OF THE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS THAT WERE SPLAYED OUT ON THE FLOOR AND STABBED IT RIGHT AGAINST THE SIDE OF TLA’S HEAD! TLA’S ATTACK IS STOPPED AS HE’S IN A WORLD OF HURT RIGHT NOW! DRAKE…
Rich Russillo: GOES FOR ‘LOW OF SOLIPSISM’!
James Peters: BUT TLA SLIPS OUT AND RIPS THE SHARD OUT OF HIS HEAD, DRIVING IT AGAINST THE FOREHEAD OF DRAKE INSTEAD! DRAKE CRUMBLES DOWN TO THE GROUND AS TLA HAS EYES ON THE PRIZE!
Rich Russillo: WHAT THE?! HE TOOK A PAGE OUT OF DRAKE’S BOOK AND CONNECTS WITH THE CURB STOMP! ‘JUDGEMENT DAY’ TO DRAKE COMPLETELY TAKES HIM OUT! TLA HAS THIS MATCH IN THE PALM OF HIS HANDS…
(CRACK!)
James Peters: BUT REX MCALLISTER JUST STRUCK TLA WITH HIS OWN AZTEC WAR CLUB! RIGHT AGAINST THE SIDE OF THE HEAD AS BLOOD FLIES EVERYWHERE! REX THEN USES THAT TO SET HIM UP…
Rich Russillo: AS HE SPIKES TLA DOWN WITH ‘THE REX EFFECT’ THE DDT CONNECTS AND REX FALLS RIGHT OVER HIM!
OOONNNEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
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Bella Braxton: TLA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
(Rex slouches down to the canvas, blood everywhere around the two of them as TLA lies motionless on the ground. The Hardcore Champion ultimately came up short, and the bittersweet taste of defeat is something that he’s going to have to live with knowing that he hasn’t captured the EAW World Championship. But two men get closer to that.)
James Peters: And now, we’re down to our final two, Drake King, Rex McAllister, the EAW World Championship on the line.
(Despite the hype surrounding this, both Drake and Rex are completely out right now, and the only one standing is TLA, who is forced to make an unceremonious leave from the Chamber. The crowd cheers loudly for the Hardcore Champion who is escorted out by officials, the door opening as he heads down the steel steps. Regardless of whether or not he’s won, the crowd still respects him for what he’s been able to do and what he accomplished in the match.)
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Rich Russillo: WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! SOMEONE JUST HOPPED THE BARRICADE AND LAID TLA OUT WITH A PAIR OF BRASS KNUCKLES! HE WAS MAKING HIS WAY UP THE RAMP AND HE GOT ATTACKED FROM BEHIND, AND NOW THIS PERSON IS MOUNTING ON TOP OF THE CHAMPION AND BEGINNING TO DRIVE REPEATED SHOTS TO HIS FACE! WE CAN’T GET A GOOD SHOT OF WHO IT IS! Wait…
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James Peters: THAT’S BRIANNA HILL! WHAT THE HELL?! BRIANNA HILL JUST ATTACKED TLA FROM BEHIND AND IS PUMMELING HIS HEAD IN WITH BRASS KNUCKLES!
(The crowd boos loudly at this as Brianna looks up and around at the fans here tonight in Mexico City, an uncharacteristically cold look on her face as she commits her assault.)
Rich Russillo: WE’RE NOT DONE! LOOK WHO’S RUSHING OUT AS WELL!
Persephone: LUISLSKDLNLDKNSLNDLKSDNLKSLKSKL
James Peters: IT’S VALERIE HELLSTORM AND LUIS DE LA ROSA! THE TWO OF THEM ARE STOMPING DOWN ON TLA AS WELL! NO! DON’T TELL ME IT’S HAPPENING HERE! RIGHT NOW! THERE’S A MATCH GOING ON RIGHT NOW C’MON!
(Brianna and the two members of La Familia continue to lay the hurt out on the Hardcore Champion, meanwhile the party doesn’t seem to be over for them, with both Diego and Javier De La Rosa quickly making their way out, and in both of their hands is a helpless official that they’ve dragged alongside them. The crowd begins to boo loudly as the man of the hour is seen following right behind them.)
Rich Russillo: NO! ROBERTO DE LA ROSA IS HERE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! HE’S STROLLING OUT TO THE RING WITH A SHIT-EATING GRIN ON HIS FACE! HE DOESN’T COME ALONE THOUGH! HE HAS THE 24/7 CONTRACT IN HIS HANDS! HE IS GOING TO CASH IN ON TLA! RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS MATCH!
(Valerie rushes toward Bella and yells at her, telling her to announce it. Bella looks majorly confused at the moment, but after receiving a death glare from Valerie, she raises the microphone up.)
Bella Braxton: Uhhhh… LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ROBERTO DE LA ROSA IS CASHING IN HIS 24/7 CONTRACT!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(Roberto takes the contract and shoves it into the hands of the referee, and with that, the bell rings as a match within a match already happening is officially underway. The five people surrounding the body of TLA all backing off as Roberto happily drops down and hooks the leg of TLA right on the ramp, going for the pin.)
OOONNNEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(The members of La Familia are in high spirits as they all surround Roberto and celebrate the victory that he has gotten. The referee is quickly running over to Roberto with the Hardcore Championship in hand, to which he quickly takes into his possession before raising it high into the air. The other five celebrate this victory with him, quite unexpected, but that’s the nature of the 24/7 Contract, it’s whenever the opportunity presents itself.)
Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND NEW!!!!!!!!! HARDCORE CHAMPION!!!!!!!! ROBBERRRTOOOOOOO DEEE LAAA ROSAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(That is when it begins to sink in for everyone.)
James Peters: …
Rich Russillo: :francis:
Persephone: aSDLKNADLNDLKNASLDNDKlSDLNALDNADNDLKQWQWL
