Post by James Ranger on Nov 15, 2020 23:03:32 GMT -5
{WWX Copyright information is shown. We go into a highlight video of Tommy Lipton retaining the World Championship over Syndicate followed up with Kevin Capone winning the battle royal #1 contender’s match by smashing a pumpkin over the head of Ashton James Riker prior to his elimination and celebrating as the new International champion. There is a four way split on the screen showing all four superstars. Tommy Lipton on the top, left. Kevin Capone top right. Syndicate bottom left and Ashton James Riker on bottom right. An introduction screen welcomes us to RAVAGE! Pyrotechnics blasts on the stage set up in an open field in Yellowsprings, Ohio with fifty fans safely social distancing with black and purple lettered WWX masks. The camera cuts to the ringside broadcast booth where we see Mike Hart and Gary Lane. }
Hart: Hello and welcome to a special addiction of RAVAGE! We are coming to you LIVE from Yellowsprings, Ohio with a couple of high stakes match ups.
Lane: That’s right we have a main event International Championship match with Kevin Capone defending his newly won gold against both Syndicate AND Ashton James Riker in a triple threat with WWX World Champion Tommy Lipton joining us later as our special guest on commentary! What does Mr. WWX have up his sleeve?
Hart: Stop being so paranoid! Tommy simply wants to scout his completion and perhaps give his thoughts, insights and analysis. What’s wrong with that?
Lane: That match will take place later tonight but coming up next we have “The Cool Factor” Willie Steen looking to rebound back from his last loss and pick up a win over a very game Rex McAllister!
[The Video Wall Sparks to life with three large, Purple big block letters on a teal backdrop.
AJR
(The guitar riffs of welcome to the Jungle by Guns N Roses slowly intensifies until it reaches it’s cresendo and that’s when Ashton James Riker steps out onto the mainstage and into the bring white spotlight shining down on him followed by a barrage of multicolored fireworks exploding overhead.)
Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games
We got everything you want honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey we got your disease
(Ashton James Riker slips on a personalized baby blue health mask that reads AJR in hot pink bubble letters then saunters down the aisle in fashionable ring gear consisting of long tights with a star spangled red white and blue flag flown by the talons of a soaring bald eagle running up the left leg while the right leg has a Pepe the frog meme on the outer thigh. Matched with patriotic knee and elbow pads with the American Flag logo centered in the middle.)
Jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your shun n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n knees, knees
Uh I, I wanna watch you bleed!
(AJR circles behind the broadcast booth before walking up the steel staircase then front flipping over the top rope into the center of the ring where he gives a military style salute to the digital crowd then calls for and recieves a microphone from the timekeeper after exchanging short dialogue.)
-AJR-
Wait where are we? Oh, right. Hello Yellowsprings, Ohio! Tonight you are all in for a very special treat as THEE Marquee Player of WWX is here ready willing and able to kick not one but two mud-butt holes all over this ring later on tonight in the main event and maybe, just maybe dislodge the heads of Syndicate and Kevin Capone from within their own posteriors but first things first...
(Ashton James Riker reveals a cologne spray bottle labeled "Stupefy" and holds a cheesy grin while holding the new product up for a shameless plug.)
-AJR-
Tired of smelly body odor? Want to be covered in the smell of success? Tantalize your senses with 'Stupefy' cologne for men. You there, time keeper guy. Please stand up and step into this ring so that you can try out my new fragrance then let all our viewers know how much you love it.
(Ashton James Riker kindly sits on the middle rope lowering it while pushing up on the top rope open a space for the timekeeper who reluctantly enters the ring in a traditional black and white tuxedo suit with a leery gaze cast in the direction of AJR.)
-AJR-
Relax. I'm not here to cause you harm or threaten you in any way, shape or form. On the contrary, what I have in this spray bottle is a gift from the heavens! One whiff of my patented love potion number nine will drive women into a lustful rage but don't just take my word for it. Try it for yourself and prepare to have your social distancing safe space violated in the sexist way possible.
(Ashton James Riker pumps a spritz cloud of the spray in the direction of the timekeeper's face and he immediately begins to gag and dry heaves as if he was ready to vomit yet somehow managed to play it off with an unconvincing two thumbs up!)
-AJR-
See? There you have it! Timekeeper guy absolutely loves it and so will you for the super low price of $49.99! Borrow your parents credit card to order now and you will get a second bottle absolutely free! Hurry now while supplies last!"
(The lights dim and familiar music plays over the public address system as the large video wall plays a highlight reel package of the next competitor, giving Ashton James Riker the opportunity to exit the ring, spraying a few fans with the scent of his cologne spray who cover their noses behind their face masks to avoid breathing in the stench.)
Hype for the Holiday Hell theme finishes, returning back to ringside as Rex McAllister leans against the ropes, a look of confidence as his music cuts off.
The opening guitar refrain of “Crawling in the Dark” by Hoobastank begins to play over the loud speakers. As the bass drops, a set of pyro goes off next to the ramp entrance. Steen steps out onto the ramp wearing a pair of long blue and black wrestling tights, a studded, black leather trench coat, and his trademark sunglasses.
Announcer: Hailing from Hollywood, California….weighing in 212 pounds..
He nods his head to the beat of the song as he takes a moment to survey the crowd. He throws his arms out in a crucifix pose as a second set of pyro goes off.
Announcer: He is the “The Cool Factor”....WILLLIE….STEEN!
He makes his way down to the ring with a determined and focused look on his face. Once at ringside, Steen leaps up on the apron. He leans casually against the ropes and stares out at the crowd for a moment before sideglancing at Rex, who paces on his side of the ring, burning a hole into his back before entering thru the second rope. He ignores the turnbuckle as he cracks his neck and hops intermittently in place.
The ref looks at both before signaling for the bell. IMmediately Rex and Willie lock up, Rex taking the advantage by applying a basic headlock, willie struggles to counter, running into the ropes, he uses the momentum to push Rex off. Rex with the momentum rebounds off the ropes and comes back at Willie, but is knocked down with a standing dropkick. Steen with the cover!
ONE
Tw….no Rex kicks out, attempting to roll away but Willie follows thru grabbing ahold of Rex’s legs. He attempts a setup a Single Leg Boston Crab, but Rex kicks him away. He gets up to his feet, connecting with a stiff elbow to Willie’s face as he follows up with another, stunning Willie as he grabs ahold of him, immediately connecting with a german suplex.
Rex still holds Willie as he shifts his weight, lifting him back into position, connecting with another german suplex. Willie looks almost out of it as Rex smiles as he sets up for another german suplex, but Willie starts to wiggle in position, managing to connect with an elbow that hits the side of Rex’s face once….twice...three times. Rex releases the grip as Willie manages get his bearings, as Rex realizes to late as connects with enizguiri from standing positon, dropping Rex down.
Both individuals take a moment to breathe and recover. The ref checks both before stepping away.
ONE!
Neither moves a muscle, but clearly breathing is more pronounced as both take their time…
TWO!
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Rex rolls to his right side, taking in his surroundings, Willie still refuses to move, his breathing seems slower as he takes note of what must be done.
FOUR!
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FIVE!
Rex is up on all fours, his bearings almost restored after Willie’s desperation attacks. He grits his teeth as he sees where Willie lies.
SIX!
Willie rolls to his stomach, unaware that Rex shows almost a predatory look in his eyes as he watches Willie low crawl towards the ropes.
SEVEN!
Rex is to his feet slowly, as Willie is almost halfway to the ropes, still unaware, the few in attendance are screaming for Willie to take notice, but its too late as he is dragged back to the center of the ring by Rex, who viciously locks in the Rex Effect, the anguish in Willie’s face as the pain increases.
The ref checks on Willie as Rex yells for him to tap out. Willie shakes his head as he fights the pain back. He begins to crawl, struggling as Rex wrenches even harder, knowing that Willie brings trouble if he doesn’t give in. Rex tries to release and pull him back, but Willie only doubles down and fights, flipping on his back and kicks away at Rex’s hands.
Willie gets up as Rex stumbles, but it was a ploy as Rex catches the charging Willie with a mule kick and spikes him into the mat with a DDT. He covers Steen.
ONE!
TWO! Steen with the shoulder up! Rex groans in anger as Steen seems to offer hope to those cheering him on. Rex rises to his full height, staring at Willie again with the predatory look as he waits to set up the Rex Effect. As Steen makes it to his feet, Rex rebounds off the adjacent ropes and charges at Steen. At the last possible second, Steen ducks out of the way and sends Rex to the mat with a drop-toe hold. Steen quickly rolls over on top of Rex, seizing both of his legs, and lifts him up into an inverted belly-to-back situation. He proceeds to hit the Cali Clash and go for the pin.
ONE
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THREE!
The bell rings as Steen’s theme hits, he rolls away from Rex as the ref tries to get ahold of him.
Announcer: The winner of this match! WILLIE STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!
We cut to the backstage area, where legendary WWX broadcaster, Leon Jones, is standing by in front of a purple backdrop curtain adorned with a WWX logo. Wearing a blue suit and holding a WWX-branded microphone in his right hand, he stares into the camera with his signature warm smile and smooth voice.*
Jones: This is Leon Jones, backstage here at WWX Ravage. Please welcome my guest at this time, the self-proclaimed Wrestling God, Syndicate.
*From off-camera right steps the man himself, the Wrestling God, Syndicate, along with his wife, the Oracle, Sophie Irvine. Syndicate is dressed in the same black-linen tunic that he wore at Hall of Pain - bloodstains and all - along with black denim jeans and black Under Armour sneakers. His wife, Sophie, stands beside him in a matching black robe, white dress, and round sunglasses, with long brunette hair flowing past her shoulders. Syndicate, in a stark contrast to how we've seen him in the past as the "Wrestling God", is staring directly into the eyes of Leon Jones rather than the camera, and any sense of happiness or welcoming has been drained from his face; it's as if the only emotion he's feeling right now is vengeance.*
Jones: Now, Syndicate, we've spoken many times before here on WWX television over the years, and I've, quite frankly, never seen you in this sort of disheveled state. What do you think -
*Mid-sentence, Syndicate slaps the microphone out of Jones's hand, shocking the broadcaster.*
Syndicate: Quiet.
*He takes a step towards Jones, still staring daggers into the eyes of his old friend.*
Syndicate: The last time I saw you, Brother Leon, the night ended with the beginning of the apocalypse. You know me, Syndicate, better than anyone in this realm, and yet you DARED to disturb me during the final hour of my holy Mission. And now, you once again pull me aside for an inquisition, as if it is YOU that deserves a moment of my precious time.
*Breathing heavily now, Syndicate continues berating the broadcaster.*
Syndicate: You are just like everyone else, Leon: a traitor. You choose to follow the words of others rather than the Gospel of the Wrestling God. You follow orders like a duty-bound soldier, ready to fight for this company until the very end. But this company can't be saved, Leon. Not anymore. For a true cleansing of evil to take place, the WWX must be destroyed from within, no matter the cost. It's just unfortunate, Leon...that you're caught in the crossfire.
*Moving at a breakneck speed, Syndicate grabs Leon Jones, hooks his leg, and flips him over for a No Signal onto the bare metal floor making up the backstage area!!!*
***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO***
Hart: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?
Lane: SYNDICATE JUST HIT LEON JONES WITH THE NO SIGNAL!!! DAMN IT!!!
*Jones lays on the floor, his body unmoving, as Syndicate stands over him with a sick smile spread across his face. A pair of referees run in and tend to the interviewer as Syndicate continues to speak down at his now-former friend.*
Syndicate: Praise be, Leon...to the Wrestling God.
*The Wrestling God finally turns to leave, leaving Leon Jones alone to receive medical attention. Sophie Irvine, after watching her husband walk away, looks down at Leon with an expression of sadness and regret, as if she knows that what Syndicate did is wrong but is not able to express that feeling with him around, before somberly walking off-camera as well.*
Folks welcome back to Saturday Night Ravage and it is time for the main event!
DING DING DING!!!
Announcer: This triple threat match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the World Wrestling Xistence Intercontinental Championship!!
The lights go out and J. Cole's – Middle Child blares from the arena sound system in the pitch black. After several seconds the lights come back on and Kevin Capone, with the Intercontinental Championship around his waist, is already standing at the top of the ramp, eyes cold.
He stretches both arms wearing padded fighter’s gloves and cruises down the ramp in a blacked out ensemble, black boxing trunks several inches above the knee and short black boots, no socks. He does his ballistic stretches, swinging his arms performing different combinations, before making it to the ring, hopping on the apron in one swoop and pulling on the top ropes with bad intentions.
Kevin’s theme cuts off as the lights fade out in the Rogers Centre
オープニング (Opening) by Shoji Meguro plays through the makeshift PA system. As the song's angelic chorus cries out, the following video appears on the video wall set up next to the entrance area: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycIypHIe42c
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***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO***
*As "THE WRESTLING GOD" appears in massive white letters on the videoboard, a single spotlight shines down onto the Wrestling God himself, Syndicate, wearing a bloodstained black linen robe, black denim jeans, and black Nike sneakers. The robe's hood covers much of Syndicate's face, although his wicked smile and some of his shoulder-length blonde hair can still be seen. He extends his arms outward into a crucifix pose as his entrance song reaches a crescendo.*
Bonn: Being accompanied to the ring by "The Oracle", Sophie Irvine...hailing from the City of Angels, weighing 224 pounds, he is the Wrestling God.......SYYYYYNNNNNNNDICATEEEEEEEEE!!!
*Syndicate drops his arms and looks behind him towards the entrance way, where The Oracle, Sophie Irvine, has emerged to support her husband. She's dressed in the same black robe as her husband along with a flowing white dress and circular round glasses perched upon her flawless face. The two share a kiss at the top of the entrance ramp before they make their way down to the ring, being given an absolutely scathing reception from the fans in Yellowsprings, Ohio.*
Hart: Syndicate suffered one of the most disappointing losses of his career at Hall of Pain, failing to win the World Heavyweight Championship, and since then, Gary, he has gone completely bat|BLEEP| insane.
Lane: I mean, normally, I would disagree with you, Mike, but come on! He just brutally attacked Leon Jones, a dear friend of his, for the entire world to see! He's said that he wants nothing more than to "destroy" the WWX from within, something that his own wife doesn't even seem to agree with! Syndicate has lost any and all sense of self-control, and I think we're going to see a more ruthless version of Syndicate here tonight as he vies for the International Championship.
*Syndicate and Sophie Irvine reach the apron, and the two kiss before the Wrestling God slides into the ring. A brief staredown with Kevin Capone begins, before Syndicate’s theme cuts off as
the Video Wall Sparks to life with three large, Purple big block letters on a teal backdrop.
AJR
(The guitar riffs of welcome to the Jungle by Guns N Roses slowly intensifies u til it reaches it’s crescendo and that’s when Ashton James Riker steps out onto the main stage and into the bring white spotlight shining down on him followed by a barrage of multicolored fireworks exploding overhead.)
AJR circles around the ring before walking up the steel staircase, all the while Kevin and Syndicate stare him down as he then front flips over the top rope into the center of the ring where he gives a military style salute to the digital crowd.
Immediately the trio stand in a respective corner as the ref checks all wrestlers for suspicious items. He takes ahold of the WWX Intercontinental Championship, walking to the center of the ring, raising it high for all to see. The bell rings as Ashton James Riker, Syndicate and Kevin Capone exchange glances slowly feeling each other out.
AJR quickly slides out escaping the ring, pointing to his temple to suggest he's far to intelligent to fall for a two on one disadvantage while pondering why Tommy Lipton is not present at the booth, frowning as Syndicate immediately takes it to Kevin, who shields himself against the assault, the anger in Syndicate’s eyes as he continues to lay haymakers into the guarded chest and exposed sides of his opponent. He steps, feinting another but instead pulls Kevin off his feet literally out of the corner before planting two feet into the surprised chest of Kevin Capone.
Bouncing off immediately he climbs the turnbuckle before going a second double stomp attack, but Kevin rolls quickly out of the way and onto the mats outside the ring. Syndicate sneers on as Ashton almost bows mockingly to Syndicate as if to say “thank you”, Syndicate flips him off almost in reply as he backs off, letting Ashton pick up Kevin, connecting with an european uppercut, but Kevin fires right back with a stiff elbow, catching Ashton off guard as Kevin follows up with another stiff elbow.
Ashton tries to create space as he stumbles, almost falling down as he tries to regroup, Kevin clearly not amused by the tactics of either, he takes a second to cut his gaze to Syndicate, who only mocks him and dares him to enter the ring, but clearly Kevin takes to Ashton, chasing him around the ring.
The fans mock Ashton as he slides into the ring, only to stand up in front of a waiting Syndicate, who only greets him with a smile and points behind him, Kevin already within reach, kicks and drops him with a DDT. He hops back as if to dare Syndicate to take the pin, but Syndicate merely walks up and stares him down. The two seem to wait for the other to move first, as Ashton merely rolls away from the ring.
Almost immediately Syndicate and Kevin trade punches, the crowd roaring for a victor as it looks like Kevin switches it up with a mixed martial arts stance, adding knees that slowly take a toll on Syndicate’s assault on Kevin. Kevin finally gets an opening once Syndicate, immediately grabbing a hold of Syndicate, connecting a resounding belly to belly suplex. He goes for the first cover of the evening.
ONE!
Tw...Syndicate gets the shoulder up. Ashton seemingly is no where to be seen as Kevin looks up at the ref. Ref tells Kevin that he counted to two before the shoulder got up, but Kevin ignores him as he grabs ahold of Syndicate, lifting him up, setting up for the F5, the fans screaming as he holds him tight despite Syndicate struggling.
Ashton comes in from, clipping Kevin’s left knee from behind, just enough to cause Kevin to buckle under the attack, allowing Syndicate to reverse the attack with a standing Tornado DDT. He covers!
ONE!
TWO!
Ashton breaks it up. Immediately tossing Syndicate out of the ring as he smiles joyfully. He walks over to the other side of the ring, bringing in a table, propping it up with excitement. He grabs ahold of Kevin, taking him over to the table.
AJR goes to the top rope and jumps, looking to put the International Champion away with the Astonisher...but Capone manages to get his knees up at the last second!*
Hart: Capone with the counter!
*Wasting little time, Capone jumps up to his feet, pulls AJR up by the head, and hits the F5!!!*
***CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER***
Lane: F5! F5! F5!
Lipton: Capone's gonna win this!
*Kevin Capone goes for the pin on Ashton!*
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*As the referee's hand comes down, Syndicate slides into the ring and hits Capone in the skull with his own International Championship belt!*
***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO***
Hart: SYNDICATE WITH THE BELT SHOT!
*After dropping the belt in the corner of the ring, Syndicate, with a sick smile spread across his chiseled face, pulls Capone up to his feet, grabs his leg, and flips him into a No Signal THROUGH THE TABLE IN THE RING!!*
***CRASHHHHHHHH***
Lane: NO SIGNAL THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lipton: Damn...
*With the crowd in the Yellowsprings field raining down boos, Syndicate pulls Kevin Capone out of the wreckage and goes for the pin!*
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*Syndicate releases the pin!*
Hart: What the -
Lane: Syndicate just...stopped pinning Capone! He was just about to win!
*The Wrestling God chuckles to himself, glances over at the World Champion, Tommy Lipton, and smiles at him. He then looks back over at AJR, who's just now starting to move after the F5 he received earlier at the hands of Kevin Capone.*
Hart: What is Syndicate thinking here?? The International title is within his grasp!
*Still with a vengeful look in his eye, Syndicate walks towards AJR, grabs him by his right wrist, and pulls his body onto Capone!*
Lane: Wait a minute...Syndicate's putting Ashton on top of Capone!
Hart: The ref's counting the pin!
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THREE
***DING DING DING***
Bonn: Here is your winner, and the NEWWWWWWW WWX International Champion...ASHTON...JAMES...RIKER!!!
Hart: WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!?! Syndicate just THREW this damn match to AJR, and Ashton James Riker is now the International Champion!
The fans in attendance boo in shock as James Ranger, slow claps to the end result and carnage in the ring. Ashton clutches tightly to the championship as Syndicate glares up the ramp. James merely smirks as he returns the gaze, accepting a mic from an intern that had followed him out.
James: Thank you. Splendid job there Syndicate. I knew i could count on you for results and you met my expectations without delay.
Syndicate clearly has some choice words as he jabs a finger in the direction of James, who only chuckles.
James: Look, i am just here to say i am back as contractually obligated to be. Though Tommy couldn’t be available for you to write love letters to. But i have something that should inspire you to be world champion again. A XHF Junior Heavyweight Titleshot.
Syndicate fights the urge to smile, wondering if this is a ploy, but James simply shrugs.
James: You got until January to get ready for it Syndicate, that should leave you time to decide how hungry you really are.
James drops the mic as he leaves, leaving Syndicate collapsed against the ring, realizing what just been announced. Ashton, hearing the news, also pondering what such a chance could do for him.
Copyright WWX 2020
WWX Ravage
Hart: Hello and welcome to a special addiction of RAVAGE! We are coming to you LIVE from Yellowsprings, Ohio with a couple of high stakes match ups.
Lane: That’s right we have a main event International Championship match with Kevin Capone defending his newly won gold against both Syndicate AND Ashton James Riker in a triple threat with WWX World Champion Tommy Lipton joining us later as our special guest on commentary! What does Mr. WWX have up his sleeve?
Hart: Stop being so paranoid! Tommy simply wants to scout his completion and perhaps give his thoughts, insights and analysis. What’s wrong with that?
Lane: That match will take place later tonight but coming up next we have “The Cool Factor” Willie Steen looking to rebound back from his last loss and pick up a win over a very game Rex McAllister!
[The Video Wall Sparks to life with three large, Purple big block letters on a teal backdrop.
AJR
(The guitar riffs of welcome to the Jungle by Guns N Roses slowly intensifies until it reaches it’s cresendo and that’s when Ashton James Riker steps out onto the mainstage and into the bring white spotlight shining down on him followed by a barrage of multicolored fireworks exploding overhead.)
Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games
We got everything you want honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey we got your disease
(Ashton James Riker slips on a personalized baby blue health mask that reads AJR in hot pink bubble letters then saunters down the aisle in fashionable ring gear consisting of long tights with a star spangled red white and blue flag flown by the talons of a soaring bald eagle running up the left leg while the right leg has a Pepe the frog meme on the outer thigh. Matched with patriotic knee and elbow pads with the American Flag logo centered in the middle.)
Jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your shun n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n knees, knees
Uh I, I wanna watch you bleed!
(AJR circles behind the broadcast booth before walking up the steel staircase then front flipping over the top rope into the center of the ring where he gives a military style salute to the digital crowd then calls for and recieves a microphone from the timekeeper after exchanging short dialogue.)
-AJR-
Wait where are we? Oh, right. Hello Yellowsprings, Ohio! Tonight you are all in for a very special treat as THEE Marquee Player of WWX is here ready willing and able to kick not one but two mud-butt holes all over this ring later on tonight in the main event and maybe, just maybe dislodge the heads of Syndicate and Kevin Capone from within their own posteriors but first things first...
(Ashton James Riker reveals a cologne spray bottle labeled "Stupefy" and holds a cheesy grin while holding the new product up for a shameless plug.)
-AJR-
Tired of smelly body odor? Want to be covered in the smell of success? Tantalize your senses with 'Stupefy' cologne for men. You there, time keeper guy. Please stand up and step into this ring so that you can try out my new fragrance then let all our viewers know how much you love it.
(Ashton James Riker kindly sits on the middle rope lowering it while pushing up on the top rope open a space for the timekeeper who reluctantly enters the ring in a traditional black and white tuxedo suit with a leery gaze cast in the direction of AJR.)
-AJR-
Relax. I'm not here to cause you harm or threaten you in any way, shape or form. On the contrary, what I have in this spray bottle is a gift from the heavens! One whiff of my patented love potion number nine will drive women into a lustful rage but don't just take my word for it. Try it for yourself and prepare to have your social distancing safe space violated in the sexist way possible.
(Ashton James Riker pumps a spritz cloud of the spray in the direction of the timekeeper's face and he immediately begins to gag and dry heaves as if he was ready to vomit yet somehow managed to play it off with an unconvincing two thumbs up!)
-AJR-
See? There you have it! Timekeeper guy absolutely loves it and so will you for the super low price of $49.99! Borrow your parents credit card to order now and you will get a second bottle absolutely free! Hurry now while supplies last!"
(The lights dim and familiar music plays over the public address system as the large video wall plays a highlight reel package of the next competitor, giving Ashton James Riker the opportunity to exit the ring, spraying a few fans with the scent of his cologne spray who cover their noses behind their face masks to avoid breathing in the stench.)
Hype for the Holiday Hell theme finishes, returning back to ringside as Rex McAllister leans against the ropes, a look of confidence as his music cuts off.
The opening guitar refrain of “Crawling in the Dark” by Hoobastank begins to play over the loud speakers. As the bass drops, a set of pyro goes off next to the ramp entrance. Steen steps out onto the ramp wearing a pair of long blue and black wrestling tights, a studded, black leather trench coat, and his trademark sunglasses.
Announcer: Hailing from Hollywood, California….weighing in 212 pounds..
He nods his head to the beat of the song as he takes a moment to survey the crowd. He throws his arms out in a crucifix pose as a second set of pyro goes off.
Announcer: He is the “The Cool Factor”....WILLLIE….STEEN!
He makes his way down to the ring with a determined and focused look on his face. Once at ringside, Steen leaps up on the apron. He leans casually against the ropes and stares out at the crowd for a moment before sideglancing at Rex, who paces on his side of the ring, burning a hole into his back before entering thru the second rope. He ignores the turnbuckle as he cracks his neck and hops intermittently in place.
The ref looks at both before signaling for the bell. IMmediately Rex and Willie lock up, Rex taking the advantage by applying a basic headlock, willie struggles to counter, running into the ropes, he uses the momentum to push Rex off. Rex with the momentum rebounds off the ropes and comes back at Willie, but is knocked down with a standing dropkick. Steen with the cover!
ONE
Tw….no Rex kicks out, attempting to roll away but Willie follows thru grabbing ahold of Rex’s legs. He attempts a setup a Single Leg Boston Crab, but Rex kicks him away. He gets up to his feet, connecting with a stiff elbow to Willie’s face as he follows up with another, stunning Willie as he grabs ahold of him, immediately connecting with a german suplex.
Rex still holds Willie as he shifts his weight, lifting him back into position, connecting with another german suplex. Willie looks almost out of it as Rex smiles as he sets up for another german suplex, but Willie starts to wiggle in position, managing to connect with an elbow that hits the side of Rex’s face once….twice...three times. Rex releases the grip as Willie manages get his bearings, as Rex realizes to late as connects with enizguiri from standing positon, dropping Rex down.
Both individuals take a moment to breathe and recover. The ref checks both before stepping away.
ONE!
Neither moves a muscle, but clearly breathing is more pronounced as both take their time…
TWO!
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THREE!
Rex rolls to his right side, taking in his surroundings, Willie still refuses to move, his breathing seems slower as he takes note of what must be done.
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FIVE!
Rex is up on all fours, his bearings almost restored after Willie’s desperation attacks. He grits his teeth as he sees where Willie lies.
SIX!
Willie rolls to his stomach, unaware that Rex shows almost a predatory look in his eyes as he watches Willie low crawl towards the ropes.
SEVEN!
Rex is to his feet slowly, as Willie is almost halfway to the ropes, still unaware, the few in attendance are screaming for Willie to take notice, but its too late as he is dragged back to the center of the ring by Rex, who viciously locks in the Rex Effect, the anguish in Willie’s face as the pain increases.
The ref checks on Willie as Rex yells for him to tap out. Willie shakes his head as he fights the pain back. He begins to crawl, struggling as Rex wrenches even harder, knowing that Willie brings trouble if he doesn’t give in. Rex tries to release and pull him back, but Willie only doubles down and fights, flipping on his back and kicks away at Rex’s hands.
Willie gets up as Rex stumbles, but it was a ploy as Rex catches the charging Willie with a mule kick and spikes him into the mat with a DDT. He covers Steen.
ONE!
TWO! Steen with the shoulder up! Rex groans in anger as Steen seems to offer hope to those cheering him on. Rex rises to his full height, staring at Willie again with the predatory look as he waits to set up the Rex Effect. As Steen makes it to his feet, Rex rebounds off the adjacent ropes and charges at Steen. At the last possible second, Steen ducks out of the way and sends Rex to the mat with a drop-toe hold. Steen quickly rolls over on top of Rex, seizing both of his legs, and lifts him up into an inverted belly-to-back situation. He proceeds to hit the Cali Clash and go for the pin.
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THREE!
The bell rings as Steen’s theme hits, he rolls away from Rex as the ref tries to get ahold of him.
Announcer: The winner of this match! WILLIE STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!
We cut to the backstage area, where legendary WWX broadcaster, Leon Jones, is standing by in front of a purple backdrop curtain adorned with a WWX logo. Wearing a blue suit and holding a WWX-branded microphone in his right hand, he stares into the camera with his signature warm smile and smooth voice.*
Jones: This is Leon Jones, backstage here at WWX Ravage. Please welcome my guest at this time, the self-proclaimed Wrestling God, Syndicate.
*From off-camera right steps the man himself, the Wrestling God, Syndicate, along with his wife, the Oracle, Sophie Irvine. Syndicate is dressed in the same black-linen tunic that he wore at Hall of Pain - bloodstains and all - along with black denim jeans and black Under Armour sneakers. His wife, Sophie, stands beside him in a matching black robe, white dress, and round sunglasses, with long brunette hair flowing past her shoulders. Syndicate, in a stark contrast to how we've seen him in the past as the "Wrestling God", is staring directly into the eyes of Leon Jones rather than the camera, and any sense of happiness or welcoming has been drained from his face; it's as if the only emotion he's feeling right now is vengeance.*
Jones: Now, Syndicate, we've spoken many times before here on WWX television over the years, and I've, quite frankly, never seen you in this sort of disheveled state. What do you think -
*Mid-sentence, Syndicate slaps the microphone out of Jones's hand, shocking the broadcaster.*
Syndicate: Quiet.
*He takes a step towards Jones, still staring daggers into the eyes of his old friend.*
Syndicate: The last time I saw you, Brother Leon, the night ended with the beginning of the apocalypse. You know me, Syndicate, better than anyone in this realm, and yet you DARED to disturb me during the final hour of my holy Mission. And now, you once again pull me aside for an inquisition, as if it is YOU that deserves a moment of my precious time.
*Breathing heavily now, Syndicate continues berating the broadcaster.*
Syndicate: You are just like everyone else, Leon: a traitor. You choose to follow the words of others rather than the Gospel of the Wrestling God. You follow orders like a duty-bound soldier, ready to fight for this company until the very end. But this company can't be saved, Leon. Not anymore. For a true cleansing of evil to take place, the WWX must be destroyed from within, no matter the cost. It's just unfortunate, Leon...that you're caught in the crossfire.
*Moving at a breakneck speed, Syndicate grabs Leon Jones, hooks his leg, and flips him over for a No Signal onto the bare metal floor making up the backstage area!!!*
***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO***
Hart: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?
Lane: SYNDICATE JUST HIT LEON JONES WITH THE NO SIGNAL!!! DAMN IT!!!
*Jones lays on the floor, his body unmoving, as Syndicate stands over him with a sick smile spread across his face. A pair of referees run in and tend to the interviewer as Syndicate continues to speak down at his now-former friend.*
Syndicate: Praise be, Leon...to the Wrestling God.
*The Wrestling God finally turns to leave, leaving Leon Jones alone to receive medical attention. Sophie Irvine, after watching her husband walk away, looks down at Leon with an expression of sadness and regret, as if she knows that what Syndicate did is wrong but is not able to express that feeling with him around, before somberly walking off-camera as well.*
Folks welcome back to Saturday Night Ravage and it is time for the main event!
DING DING DING!!!
Announcer: This triple threat match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the World Wrestling Xistence Intercontinental Championship!!
The lights go out and J. Cole's – Middle Child blares from the arena sound system in the pitch black. After several seconds the lights come back on and Kevin Capone, with the Intercontinental Championship around his waist, is already standing at the top of the ramp, eyes cold.
He stretches both arms wearing padded fighter’s gloves and cruises down the ramp in a blacked out ensemble, black boxing trunks several inches above the knee and short black boots, no socks. He does his ballistic stretches, swinging his arms performing different combinations, before making it to the ring, hopping on the apron in one swoop and pulling on the top ropes with bad intentions.
Kevin’s theme cuts off as the lights fade out in the Rogers Centre
オープニング (Opening) by Shoji Meguro plays through the makeshift PA system. As the song's angelic chorus cries out, the following video appears on the video wall set up next to the entrance area: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycIypHIe42c
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***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO***
*As "THE WRESTLING GOD" appears in massive white letters on the videoboard, a single spotlight shines down onto the Wrestling God himself, Syndicate, wearing a bloodstained black linen robe, black denim jeans, and black Nike sneakers. The robe's hood covers much of Syndicate's face, although his wicked smile and some of his shoulder-length blonde hair can still be seen. He extends his arms outward into a crucifix pose as his entrance song reaches a crescendo.*
Bonn: Being accompanied to the ring by "The Oracle", Sophie Irvine...hailing from the City of Angels, weighing 224 pounds, he is the Wrestling God.......SYYYYYNNNNNNNDICATEEEEEEEEE!!!
*Syndicate drops his arms and looks behind him towards the entrance way, where The Oracle, Sophie Irvine, has emerged to support her husband. She's dressed in the same black robe as her husband along with a flowing white dress and circular round glasses perched upon her flawless face. The two share a kiss at the top of the entrance ramp before they make their way down to the ring, being given an absolutely scathing reception from the fans in Yellowsprings, Ohio.*
Hart: Syndicate suffered one of the most disappointing losses of his career at Hall of Pain, failing to win the World Heavyweight Championship, and since then, Gary, he has gone completely bat|BLEEP| insane.
Lane: I mean, normally, I would disagree with you, Mike, but come on! He just brutally attacked Leon Jones, a dear friend of his, for the entire world to see! He's said that he wants nothing more than to "destroy" the WWX from within, something that his own wife doesn't even seem to agree with! Syndicate has lost any and all sense of self-control, and I think we're going to see a more ruthless version of Syndicate here tonight as he vies for the International Championship.
*Syndicate and Sophie Irvine reach the apron, and the two kiss before the Wrestling God slides into the ring. A brief staredown with Kevin Capone begins, before Syndicate’s theme cuts off as
the Video Wall Sparks to life with three large, Purple big block letters on a teal backdrop.
AJR
(The guitar riffs of welcome to the Jungle by Guns N Roses slowly intensifies u til it reaches it’s crescendo and that’s when Ashton James Riker steps out onto the main stage and into the bring white spotlight shining down on him followed by a barrage of multicolored fireworks exploding overhead.)
AJR circles around the ring before walking up the steel staircase, all the while Kevin and Syndicate stare him down as he then front flips over the top rope into the center of the ring where he gives a military style salute to the digital crowd.
Immediately the trio stand in a respective corner as the ref checks all wrestlers for suspicious items. He takes ahold of the WWX Intercontinental Championship, walking to the center of the ring, raising it high for all to see. The bell rings as Ashton James Riker, Syndicate and Kevin Capone exchange glances slowly feeling each other out.
AJR quickly slides out escaping the ring, pointing to his temple to suggest he's far to intelligent to fall for a two on one disadvantage while pondering why Tommy Lipton is not present at the booth, frowning as Syndicate immediately takes it to Kevin, who shields himself against the assault, the anger in Syndicate’s eyes as he continues to lay haymakers into the guarded chest and exposed sides of his opponent. He steps, feinting another but instead pulls Kevin off his feet literally out of the corner before planting two feet into the surprised chest of Kevin Capone.
Bouncing off immediately he climbs the turnbuckle before going a second double stomp attack, but Kevin rolls quickly out of the way and onto the mats outside the ring. Syndicate sneers on as Ashton almost bows mockingly to Syndicate as if to say “thank you”, Syndicate flips him off almost in reply as he backs off, letting Ashton pick up Kevin, connecting with an european uppercut, but Kevin fires right back with a stiff elbow, catching Ashton off guard as Kevin follows up with another stiff elbow.
Ashton tries to create space as he stumbles, almost falling down as he tries to regroup, Kevin clearly not amused by the tactics of either, he takes a second to cut his gaze to Syndicate, who only mocks him and dares him to enter the ring, but clearly Kevin takes to Ashton, chasing him around the ring.
The fans mock Ashton as he slides into the ring, only to stand up in front of a waiting Syndicate, who only greets him with a smile and points behind him, Kevin already within reach, kicks and drops him with a DDT. He hops back as if to dare Syndicate to take the pin, but Syndicate merely walks up and stares him down. The two seem to wait for the other to move first, as Ashton merely rolls away from the ring.
Almost immediately Syndicate and Kevin trade punches, the crowd roaring for a victor as it looks like Kevin switches it up with a mixed martial arts stance, adding knees that slowly take a toll on Syndicate’s assault on Kevin. Kevin finally gets an opening once Syndicate, immediately grabbing a hold of Syndicate, connecting a resounding belly to belly suplex. He goes for the first cover of the evening.
ONE!
Tw...Syndicate gets the shoulder up. Ashton seemingly is no where to be seen as Kevin looks up at the ref. Ref tells Kevin that he counted to two before the shoulder got up, but Kevin ignores him as he grabs ahold of Syndicate, lifting him up, setting up for the F5, the fans screaming as he holds him tight despite Syndicate struggling.
Ashton comes in from, clipping Kevin’s left knee from behind, just enough to cause Kevin to buckle under the attack, allowing Syndicate to reverse the attack with a standing Tornado DDT. He covers!
ONE!
TWO!
Ashton breaks it up. Immediately tossing Syndicate out of the ring as he smiles joyfully. He walks over to the other side of the ring, bringing in a table, propping it up with excitement. He grabs ahold of Kevin, taking him over to the table.
AJR goes to the top rope and jumps, looking to put the International Champion away with the Astonisher...but Capone manages to get his knees up at the last second!*
Hart: Capone with the counter!
*Wasting little time, Capone jumps up to his feet, pulls AJR up by the head, and hits the F5!!!*
***CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER***
Lane: F5! F5! F5!
Lipton: Capone's gonna win this!
*Kevin Capone goes for the pin on Ashton!*
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*As the referee's hand comes down, Syndicate slides into the ring and hits Capone in the skull with his own International Championship belt!*
***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO***
Hart: SYNDICATE WITH THE BELT SHOT!
*After dropping the belt in the corner of the ring, Syndicate, with a sick smile spread across his chiseled face, pulls Capone up to his feet, grabs his leg, and flips him into a No Signal THROUGH THE TABLE IN THE RING!!*
***CRASHHHHHHHH***
Lane: NO SIGNAL THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lipton: Damn...
*With the crowd in the Yellowsprings field raining down boos, Syndicate pulls Kevin Capone out of the wreckage and goes for the pin!*
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*Syndicate releases the pin!*
Hart: What the -
Lane: Syndicate just...stopped pinning Capone! He was just about to win!
*The Wrestling God chuckles to himself, glances over at the World Champion, Tommy Lipton, and smiles at him. He then looks back over at AJR, who's just now starting to move after the F5 he received earlier at the hands of Kevin Capone.*
Hart: What is Syndicate thinking here?? The International title is within his grasp!
*Still with a vengeful look in his eye, Syndicate walks towards AJR, grabs him by his right wrist, and pulls his body onto Capone!*
Lane: Wait a minute...Syndicate's putting Ashton on top of Capone!
Hart: The ref's counting the pin!
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THREE
***DING DING DING***
Bonn: Here is your winner, and the NEWWWWWWW WWX International Champion...ASHTON...JAMES...RIKER!!!
Hart: WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!?! Syndicate just THREW this damn match to AJR, and Ashton James Riker is now the International Champion!
The fans in attendance boo in shock as James Ranger, slow claps to the end result and carnage in the ring. Ashton clutches tightly to the championship as Syndicate glares up the ramp. James merely smirks as he returns the gaze, accepting a mic from an intern that had followed him out.
James: Thank you. Splendid job there Syndicate. I knew i could count on you for results and you met my expectations without delay.
Syndicate clearly has some choice words as he jabs a finger in the direction of James, who only chuckles.
James: Look, i am just here to say i am back as contractually obligated to be. Though Tommy couldn’t be available for you to write love letters to. But i have something that should inspire you to be world champion again. A XHF Junior Heavyweight Titleshot.
Syndicate fights the urge to smile, wondering if this is a ploy, but James simply shrugs.
James: You got until January to get ready for it Syndicate, that should leave you time to decide how hungry you really are.
James drops the mic as he leaves, leaving Syndicate collapsed against the ring, realizing what just been announced. Ashton, hearing the news, also pondering what such a chance could do for him.
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