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                       FOR THE RAMPAGE CHAMPIONSHIP:
                        Tragedy[c] versus Vyolynce
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                            Writer: Mike Beeby

DH: The following contest is the opening match of the night, and is for the Rampage Championship! [Pop!] Introducing first, the challenger!

[The bright arena lights give way to cold blue area lights that accentuate a slowly crawling fog seeping from the entryway. As "Toccata" begins, punctuated by the occasional pained scream, the figure of Vyolynce appears in the entryway, the glare of the lights reflecting off of his mirrored mask.]

DH: From the darkest corners of the mind, weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds, representing Sabbat Justice...

VVVVVVYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOLYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEE!

[Vyo approaches the ring at a deliberate pace, and upon reaching the ring steps between the ropes. He removes the visor and cloak, handing them to an attendent before taking up position in the corner facing the entrance. "The Reckoning" replaces the instrumental music, as the crowd begins to pop slightly.]

DH: And his opponent, the current Rampage Champion! From Sleepy Hollow, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-four pounds, accompanied by Comedy...

TRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

[Tragedy and Comedy head to the ring next, the exuberance of the manager once again coming through as she skips down the aisle to ringside waving to fans. Her husband, Tragedy, solemnly walks to the ring much slower, and rolls into the ring to face off with Vyolynce after handing the title belt to the referee.]

DR: If there was ever a match for Vyolynce and his mind games, it would have to be Tragedy. Both men are quite adept at psychological warfare as well as fighting it out in the ring.

SS: And both like to wear scary masks.

AM: In-depth reporting as always, Sam.

[Vyo and Trag meet up in the center of the ring as the ref stands in between them. After a few tense moments the bell is rung, and the two grapplers lock up. They jockey for position, and a sudden drop to the mat and a leg takedown brings Tragedy to the mat by the challenger. Vyo tries to lock him up with a surfboard, but Tragedy grapples out and both men rise back to their feet. They lock up again, and now Tragedy applies a standing wristlock. He sweeps Vyo's legs out from underneath him and takes him to the mat, but Vyolynce grabs the ropes and causes the break from the referee.]

AM: Tragedy wants to put on a wrestling clinic and I don't think Vyolynce minds too much.

DR: They're up again, hiptoss by Tragedy! Vyolynce rolls to his feet, wheel kick catches Tragedy by surprise!

SS: Hold on just a damn minute, what's _HE_ doing out here?

[As the wrestlers continue in the ring, some of the fans look up the aisle, noticing somebody making his way down the aisle.

Somebody named "Doctor EMS" Eric Matthew Somers. He is dressed in blue jeans and a Boston Bruins jersey. He gets a pretty good pop, in part because he's a hometown guy, but also because, when he turns to show the back of jersey...

It's number 77, for Ray Bourque.]

SS: Who invited him?

DR: I don't think anyone did.

SS: Then what gives him the right to be here?

[Somers, who has been slapping hands with fans as he walks down to the ringside, goes to the commentator's table and takes a seat. Vyolynce grabs Tragedy by the legs and drives a knee into his thigh muscle, knotting it up and causing the champion to grab his leg in pain.]

SS: Go away!

[Somers does not go away... he instead put on a headset.]

EMS: What's the matter... did I hurt your feelings at Gold Rush?

AM: [snickering] More than his feelings actually.

SS: Shut up!

DR: What does bring you out here, Eric?

EMS: Oh, I just wanted to get a little closer to all the good people of Boston... this is my hometown, you know... hey, what do you know, we do have a match going on. Cool!

[Vyolynce drags Tragedy up to his feet but keeps a hold on his leg, and tries a dragon screw legwhip. Tragedy counters by hitting a reverse enzuigiri before though, and then gets to his feet and drops an elbow into Vyo's neck. Tragedy applies a front facelock next to keep him grounded, Vyo struggling out to reach the ropes.]

DR: This is strange, Vyolynce is normally the one tying his opponent up in knots or forcing them to reach for the ropes.

SS: Nothing about him is normal, Dave.

[Tragedy allows Vyo to return to his feet, and maintains his grip with an armbar until the masked man uses a hook kick to break it and escape. A scoop into a backbreaker stuns his opponent, and he quickly applies a bow-and-arrow submission hold, stretching Tragedy out across his knees! Comedy shouts to her husband to fight it, as the champion struggles.]

DR: That's more like the Vyolynce we've come to know.

EMS: Hmmm...ahhhh...yes...

DR: What are you looking at?

EMS: The guy dressed all black... he works for Ninja Burger, doesn't he?

AM: For WHO?

[A helpful plug appears on the screen: www.ninjaburger.com.]

SS: Oh brother...

[Tragedy eventually is able to break the hold, flopping to the mat. Vyolynce tries to apply his Graphyc Vyolynce surfboard-like maneuver but Tragedy reverses into a hammerlock on the mat, and then gets back to his feet and catches Vyo with a dropkick to the top of the head.

Now he brings Vyolynce back to his feet and places him in the corner, unleashing several chops across the throat and chest before a kneelift softens him up to be placed on the top rope. Tragedy tries for a superplex, but Vyo stuns him with a palm-heel thrust to knock him backwards a few steps. A short flying clothesline takes Trag down, and Vyolynce grabs the legs for another knee to the thigh muscle. A side leglock follows, and Tragedy grimaces in pain which causes a rare look of worry from Comedy on the outside.]

DR: Vyolynce is again working the legs, trying to ground Tragedy and keep his high flying to a minimum.

AM: Maybe so, but Tragedy is just as skilled a technician as he is a flyer. He did beat Chris Hopper in a submissions match afterall.

[Vyo again releases when Tragedy grabs the ropes, but gives him no chance to recover by yanking him to his feet rudely and delivering several forearms to the back. Next he grabs Tragedy's arm and delivers a hard kick to the armpit, and Tragedy backpedals in obvious pain. An irish whip into the corner...]

DR: The Scythe!

EMS: That ninja guy in there...

AM: You mean, Vyolynce?

EMS: Who? I saw him with that visor earlier, so I thought he was the Shredder.

SS: What now... you going to make cooking jokes?

EMS: What... does that Ninja Burger dude chop the lettuce?

[Tragedy crawls to his knees and is placed in a front facelock, but hammers back with a couple of shots to the stomach and then gets up with a mighty forearm uppercut. Vyo is clearly rattled by it, and an atomic drop leaves him on wobbly legs. Tragedy, who by now is limping a little bit, tries a suplex but instead is taken down with that dragon screw legwhip to the damaged leg. Vyolynce wastes no time in again focusing on the leg, applying a half-Boston Crab!]

AM: Ironic, considering where we are tonight.

EMS: Ah, that must be what they call committing Seppuku!

[Tragedy fights the hold, trying to push up onto his arms and then rolls through, flinging Vyolynce to the mat. The champion rises, walking slowly as he does, and drives a knee into Vyolynce's throat. Before he can respond, Vyo is dragged to his feet and hit with a snap suplex, Tragedy rolling through for a second but instead nails Vyolynce with a snap DDT. The challenger is quite dazed, and Tragedy uses a reverse neckbreaker afterwards.

1!

2!

Kickout!]

DR: Believe it or not, that was the first pin attempt in the match. Vyolynce kicks out, but Tragedy is back in the driver's seat.

AM: With the focus both these guys pay to forcing a tap-out, I'm not surprised they've been ignoring pinfall attempts.

[Tragedy lifts Vyolynce by the head and uses a double underhook, lifting Vyolynce straight up into the air as if for a vertical suplex. The blood rushes to his head before Trag falls backwards to the mat, slamming Vyo down.

Tragedy rises again as the crowd cheers, and he starts to lift his opponent up. Trag grabs the Sabbat Justice member for the Sleepy Hollow Driver and lifts...

But his leg buckles and Vyolynce swiftly lands on his feet behind Trag and snags him with a dragon sleeper! Tragedy struggles to escape but is brought down to the mat, and now Vyo wraps his legs around with bodyscissors as well.]

AM: Tragedy is caught! Vyolynce has him with no place to go!

DR: The champion's leg gave out when he was trying to hit the Sleepy Hollow Driver, it must be more injured than we thought.

[Tragedy reaches out for the ropes in desperation, but he's right in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go. The referee asks him if he wants to submit and end the match, but the champion refuses to do so. After almost a minute or so, the official checks again. He gets no response from Tragedy at all, and calls for the bell as the crowd begins to boo.]

DH: Here is your winner... AND NEW RAMPAGE CHAMPION...

VYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLYYYYYYYYYYYYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNCE!

AM: Tragedy passed out, he didn't submit though!

DR: But we have a brand new Rampage Champion, regardless.

[Vyo releases the hold and gets to his feet, leaving the ring before he can be handed the title. He walks off, being soundly booed, as Comedy rolls in to check on her husband. After a few moments he comes to, and they leave to a more hospitable response as Tragedy limps out of the arena.]

AM: That was odd, Vyolynce didn't even take the belt with him. It's still here at the timekeeper's table.

EMS: So... what's the story behind the Ninja Burger guy, anyway?

DR: He's part of Sabbat Justice.

EMS: Sabbat what?

DR: Justice, Eric.

[Somers looks puzzled.]

SS: JUSTICE! Are you deaf?

EMS: No, it's just that... that... that word...

AM: Justice?

EMS: [pausing] That's a foreign word to us bastards. I need to go get my Bastard-to-English dictionary.

[With that, he removes his headset and departs from the broadcast table.]

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