24th March 2008

[FWF]

LEGEND: Hello all and welcome to Monday Night Rampage. I'm Johnny Legend along with Sam Strachon.

STRACHON: We're starting things off with a hardcore match today.

CHARLES: The following contest is for one fall and is for the Fantasy Wrestling Federation Hardcore Championship! Introducing first...

The arena lights go out in an instance. Darkness consumes the air, the sounds of the open wind can be heard blowing through walls as a thick fog like smoke drifts in from the top of the stage, a soft voice is heard over the whistling of the wind. With that the sound of Crawling by Linkn Park leaks out with a bang from the speakers as an image flickers through on the titantron.

CHARLES: ...weighing in at 256 pounds ...The Count!

Reach Out and Touch Faith echoes through the arena as Blake Archer jumps on the stage, and makes his way down the ramp. Upon reaching the ring he jumps on the ring apron, and turns around posing for the crowd. He enters the ring through the ropes, and poses more on the turnbuckles.

CHARLES: And his opponent ...from Dover, Ohio ...he is the FWF Hardcore Champion ...Blake "Bloodline" Archer!

LEGEND: Two fairly new members of the FWF roster battling in a hardcore match for the Hardcore Championship.

STRACHON: Cool.

Blake and Count lock up in the middle of the ring, and Count backs Blake to the turnbuckle. Blake pushes Count backwards, causing him to fall on his back, and runs at him. Blake lifts up his leg, and kicks count in the chest in a seated position, knocking him to his back completely, as Blake looks down at him.

LEGEND: Blake knocking Count on his back with a hard kick to the chest.

Blake grabs Count by the hair, and picks him up placing him in a DDT position. He then slams Count’s head to the mat with a DDT. Blake then rolls out of the ring, and begins searching under the apron for a weapon, and pulls out a baseball bat. He slides back in the ring, and winds up the bat waiting for Count to get to his feet.

LEGEND: This isn’t going to be pretty.

STRACHON: Neither is your mom, but we don’t judge her.

Count stands up, and Blake swings the bat hard aiming it at Count’s head. Count ducks out of the way, and grabs hold of the bat, breaking it free of Blake’s hands.

STRACHON: This just got interesting.

Count then jabs the bat into Blake’s stomach, and again at his back, causing him to get to his knees. Count then hits Blake with a scissors kick, slamming his face into the mat.

LEGEND: Count gained control of the baseball bat, thus giving him control of the match.

STRACHON: Yep.

LEGEND: What’s with you?

STRACHON: You’re not as fun to commentate with as Bethea.

Count picks up Blake and throws him over the top rope. He follows him outside, and begins looking for a weapon of his own. Count pulls out a steel chair, and waits for Blake to get up. Blake slowly starts getting to his feet, completely oblivious to Count’s existence.

LEGEND: I feel a chair shot to the head coming up.

STRACHON: No! I was hoping for a sledgehammer to the toes.

As Blake turns around, he is met with a smash to the head by Count’s steel chair. Blake falls over, as if unconscious, as Count drags him back into the ring. He lays him in the middle of the ring, and stands over his motionless body.

LEGEND: Just go for the pin already.

Count then covers Blake, and the referee begins to count. ...1 ...2. Blake kicks out, and pushes Count off of him. He gets up, and hits a hard clothesline on Count. Blake quickly slides out of the ring, and grabs the steel chair, and brings it back in with him. He places it on the mat about four feet away from the turnbuckle, and picks up Count.

STRACHON: What’s he going for here?

Blake kicks Count hard in the mid-section, causing him to bend over a bit, and ascends the turnbuckle. He leaps off the turnbuckle, hitting the buzz kill, causing Count’s head to smash into the chair. He goes for the cover. ...1 ...2 ...3.

CHARLES: Here is your winner ...and still FWF Hardcore Champion ...Blake "Bloodline" Archer!

LEGEND: Still to come tonight, a huge main event. Oswald Brodd takes on the FWF World Heavyweight Champion, The Predator.

STRACHON: But before that, we have a women’s match.

LEGEND: All this when we return.

[FWF]

The scene is set backstage to Robert Prozac and Linda Myles. Linda has a microphone in hand, and Prozac is in the middle of speaking.

PROZAC: I have no idea who this guy is, but I offered an open challenge and he accepted. The only fair thing to do is allow him to take his meds.

MYLES: And you're not concerned about stepping in the ring with someone you've never seen in the ring? You don't know how much experience he has.

PROZAC: It doesn't matter how much experience I expect him to have, because when I step in that ring I'm going to give it my all no matter who the oppenent. Short, tall, weak, jacked... People of all kinds have taken their meds.

A hooded man then appears behind Prozac, with a Star of David hanging from his neck. He slowly takes off the hood, and Prozac laughs at the presence of Adam Belial.

BELIAL: That may be true, but I'm not like other people. How many Jewish people have you beaten, Medicine Man?

PROZAC: At Vertigo, that number will be one.

Adam gets a grin on his face, as he lifts his star of David and places it right in front of Prozac's face. The two stare eachother in the eyes as the scene goes back into the arena.

LEGEND: Well that was an odd confrontation.

STRACHON: I didn't know we had a Jewish wrestler... or a type of medicine. Anyways, let's get on with our next match.

CHARLES: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

"Lose my Breathe" takes control of the speakers as the lights dim to a dim purple. Evie emerges from the curtain as the fans start to boo her. She takes no notice of them as she climbs into the ring with a frown on her face, as she wait for her opponent to come down to the ring.

CHARLES: ...from Nottingham, England ...Evie Jones!

Saliva’s “Survival of the Sickest” begins to pour into sound. It isn’t until the song explodes that the arena pulses back into life, a set of pyros explode violently on the rampway as a figure saunter onto the stage, their hair down, their eyes burning brightly. Alexia Cross. She smiles at the audience, posing for a second as she raises her right hand into the air, nodding just once as the crowd jump to their feet. Alexia doesn’t stay much longer, taking one last look at the audience, she descends down the rampway with a skip, soon only to run past the audience eagerly.

CHARLES: And her opponent ...now residing in Cornwall, New York ..."The Divine" Alexia Cross!

Alexia runs at Evie with a clothesline, knocking her to the mat. Evie gets up, and is clotheslined again. She gets up once more, and ducks under another clothesline attempt, sending Alexia into the ropes.

STRACHON: Great. A women's match, just what I need to take my daily nap.

LEGEND: These two women happen to be very talented in the ring.

STRACHON: Those two women aren't talented at anything not involving a bed.

Alexia runs back at Evie, and Evil jumps in the air connecting with a standing dropkick, sending Alexia to the canvas. Evie grabs one of Alexia’s leg, and puts her in a half Boston Crab, which Alexia kicks out of after a few seconds of the hold being in place.

LEGEND: Evie not able to keep that Boston Crab locked in for too long.

STRACHON: There’s a surprise.

Both women get back up to their feet, and stare off in the center of the ring. They each raise one arm in the air for a test of strength, which leads to Alexia gaining the upper hand and tossing Evie to the canvas.

STRACHON: Alexia able to overpower Evie.

LEGEND: I thought you were going to take a nap.

STRACHON: What are you saying? That women don’t have talent? Shame on you.

Alexia runs to the ropes, and bounces off of them and slams her feet onto the abdomen of Evie with a double foot stomp. She then applies a headlock to Evie who immediately begins to fight the hold. Failing to do so, Evie reaches for the ropes.

LEGEND: Just inches away from the ropes, will she be able to get to them?

STRACHON: Nobody’s tapped out to a headlock since DWI.

Evie grabs hold of the ropes, and Alexia releases the hold and slams Evie’s head into the mat. Alexia stands up, and using the ropes as leverage, hits a leg drop on Evie. Alexia goes for a pin. ...1 ...2. Evie places her leg on the bottom rope and the referee stops the count.

STRACHON: She’s going to have to work harder than that.

LEGEND: She did come close, but Evie refuses to give up that easily.

STRACHON: You’re just rephrasing what I said.

Alexia gets back to her feet, picking Evie up with her, and puts her in DDT position. Alexia then lifts up Evie in a vertical suplex position, but Evie wraps her arm around Alexia’s neck, and shifts her weight, enabling her to slam Alexia’s head into the mat.

STRACHON: Great reversal by Evie.

LEGEND: That was impressive, will she be able to capitalize?

Evie grabs Alexia by the hair, pulling her to her feet, and hits a hard elbow to her face. Alexia falls back, but remains on her feet with Evie still having a grip on her hair. Evie then slams her head hard into Alexia’s forehead, and releases her grip allowing Alexia to fall to the mat.

STRACHON: Jesus, I heard that from here!

LEGEND: That couldn’t have felt good for either woman.

Evie waits for Alexia to get to her feet, and when she does she charges at her with a powerful clothesline. Alexia ducks under Evie’s arm causing her to run into the ropes, and Alexia runs at Evie spearing her to the mat. Evie slowly gets to her feet, and is met with a spinning roundhouse kick by Alexia.

STRACHON: Divinity! It’s over.

Alexia goes for the pin. ...1 ...2 ...3. The referee motions for the bell and raises Alexia’s arm in victory.

CHARLES: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner... Alexia Cross!

LEGEND: Don’t go anywhere. Our main event is next.

[FWF]

LEGEND: Welcome back.

CHARLES: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

The light fades and The Pursuit of Vikings starts. As Oswald appears on the stage the light comes back on and smoke starts to cover the stage. Oswald holds his axe up high and roars. He then places the axe in its sheath on his back. As he walks towards the ring, he drinks mjöd from an ox horn. He slowly steps into the ring, and takes his coat and helmet off after which he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and drink some more mjöd. He then jumps down from the turnbuckle and wait for his opponent.

CHARLES: ...hailing from Denmark ...Oswald Brodd!

"You Know You're Right" by Nirvana begins to hit the arena's speakers as the packed crowd roar and rise to their feet. With clear confidence in the style of his walk, The Predator proudly makes his way out from behind the curtain. As he makes his way down the aisle, green and gold fireworks go off behind him, forming the shapes of an eagle and a tiger before he pauses and points behind him when, to the amazement of the crowd, a red, white and blue eagle is formed at the top of the ramp by even more fireworks. Kindly acknowledging the excited crowd, The Predator hops into the ring and awaits the match's start.

CHARLES: And his opponent ...from the Eyrie, Ashton-Under-Lyne, England …he is the FWF World Heavyweight Champion …The Predator!

Predator and Brodd lock up in the center of the ring, They fight for control in an intense struggle. They finally push each other of then stare down.

STRACHON: Looks about even to me.

They start to circle then Predator lashes out swinging a big right hand, but Brodd blocks it and kicks Predator in the mid-section, he follows up with three massive forearm clubs to the back of Predator taking him down to his knees.

LEGEND: The champion has been brought to his knees.

Brodd lifts Predator to his feet and grabs his arm. He goes to Irish whip him, but Predator counters and sends Brodd bouncing off the ropes. Brodd rebounds and comes running back, Predator put his shoulder forward and so does Brodd, they collide and predator gets knocked on to his back.

STRACHON: Brodd is no small man and the momentum of him running at you will knock just about anyone down.

LEGEND: And in this case, the World Heavyweight Champion.

Predator gets up and Brodd runs back to the ropes and comes off them full speed. Predator jumps up and over Brodd. Brodd keeps running rebounding off the other side ropes and comes back towards predator where Predator jumps up and hit a drop kicks taking Brodd down.

LEGEND: Some good offence by the Hall of Famer now.

Brodd is back up and goes right after Predator, but Predator cuts him off with a roundhouse kick taking him down again. Brodd jumps right back up to his feet just to get kicked in the gut, then Predator hooks his arms and nails a double arm DDT and goes for the cover. ...1 ...2. Brodd kicks out.

LEGEND: Gonna need more then that to keep FWF's best Hardcore champion down.

Predator gets up and drags Brodd up with him. Predator takes Brodd down with a headlock take down then begins to rain down elbows to the head, one after another each one more powerful then the last.

STRACHON: Predator in complete control.

After ten elbows to Brodd head Predator gets up and drags Brodd to his feet soon after. Predator then hits a back drop, gets to his feet quick and delivers a fast elbow drop then goes for the pin. ...1 ...2. Brodd kicks out.

LEGEND: Not enough, but how much more can Brodd take?

Predator begins to lift up Brodd and once to his feet Brodd begins to unload on Predator. Predator looks out on his feet after a few strikes then Brodd follows up with a big right hand taking Predator off his feet. Predator rolls and gets back up fast just to be taken back down with a quick clothesline by Brodd.

LEGEND: Some momentum by Brodd now, will it be enough?

STRACHON: Only time will tell.

Predator gets back up, and dodges another clothesline attempt by Brodd. Predator grabs hold of Brodd's arm, and shoves him into the ropes. Predator runs at him and lifts his arm up, and nails Brodd with the wing attack. He goes for the pin. ...1 ...2.

STRACHON: Pred may have done it!

...3. Predator stands up and grabs his belt from the referee, and stands on the turnbuckle.

CHARLES: Here is your winner... The Predator!

LEGEND: Thanks for watching everyone, and tune in next week for another Monday Night Rampage.