RAVAGE - Show 2018-01-20 22:25:16
On Sat, Jan20, 2018 10:25pm America/Phoenix
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RAVAGE - Show 2018-01-20 22:25:16
The WWX Logo spins slowly in place, with each passing spin of the X, an individual wrestler moment shines on screens worldwide… Tommy Lipton blood soaked holding the US Boxing Championship.. Lost Soul and Rick Dreamie staring down in the ring… Ethan Taylor celebrating with the fans.. V/O: We... James Ranger clutching the blood soaked Global Championship.. Jake Devine executing a high flying crossbody tackle unto Willie Steen Darkness standing on the ramp, clutching the WWX Championship wrapped around his waist… V/O: Are…. Xavier Pendragon howling out towards the arena from the top turnbuckle… Kurtis Ray and Rayne signing autographs….. Super Bacon posing eagerly for the fans at a local Xcess meet and greet… Damian Price and Penelope Creed walking with purpose down the hallways… V/O: The…. Rex McAllister, zoomed in upon as he walks down the ramp towards the ring during his entrance, all business... Bob Mellon executing a mean power clothesline upon Jester... Syndicate raising the WWX Undisputed Championship high in slow motion… V/O: Xistence! The WWX Logo fades away at the last word as the screen fades. “It’s Showtime” fills the arena as the darkened entrance ramp is suddenly brightened up fireworks before the arena lights themselves turn on to the chorus of excited cheers. Lane: Welcome folks to Saturday Night Ravage! Here within the Honda Center in Anahiem! Hart: With the Crusade Cup kicking into its second round, we’re looking to see the in-ring return of Tanno Waters versus Tom Black, but word was neither were available to answer the ten count, resulting in a double countout elimination from the tournament. Lane: This of course, means that Kurtis Ray will automatically get a bye, or really he will be facing West Virginia Mountaineer for a chance to advance into the semi-finals. *The camera cuts to a locker room backstage at the Honda Center. The lens is focused on a red door, which swings open moments later to reveal the profile of Syndicate. Wearing a black Tapout muscle shirt and blue jeans, he walks in with black Beats Studio headphones over his ears and a gray Under Armour duffel bag over his shoulder. Looking past the camera, he smiles.* Syndicate: There you are! *He walks into the room and shuts the door behind him. The camera then pans to show Darkness sitting in the room across from Syndicate. Darkness is leaning against the wall on a silver aluminum bench with his eyes initially closed. As he notices Syndicate’s presence, his eyes fly open and focus on the Los Angeles Outlaw.* Syndicate: I was looking all over for you backstage! I almost didn’t think you’d be here tonight. Darkness: The thought had crossed my mind. Just in here thinking something has got to change. *Setting the bag down in one of the many empty lockers, Syndicate sits down in a chair across from Darkness.* Syndicate: Change? You’re a multi-time World Champion and a Hall of Famer. You’re one of the greatest to ever lace up those boots. If I were you, I would keep doing whatever you’ve been doing. Darkness: The problem there Syndicate is that what I have been doing hasn't been working lately. Since beating you for the Undisputed championship I’ve only been able to beat Tom Black. Hell, I just got booted out of the Crusade Cup in the first round. *Darkness sighs, leaning back against the wall. For a moment, Syndicate just stares at him.* Syndicate: You’ve been on a downtrend, sure. But that’ll just make people underestimate you, maybe give you an easier shake. Things’ll get better, you’ve just gotta wait things out for a bit. *Syndicate stands back up and walks over to his locker. As he continues to speak, he digs through his duffel bag.* Syndicate: But hey, if you think things need to change, I’m not going to stop you. Maybe it is time for a new-and-improved Darkness, one that will strike fear back into the heart of the WWX. *Darkness stares at Syndicate for a few seconds.* Darkness: You know Syndicate, you're right. Nobody fears me anymore and why should they. I haven't done much in the past few years. Needless to say it is time for a change and it all starts tonight with Kailee. *Darkness reaches down and grabs a familiar black baseball bat and begins to head out the locker room but before he does Syndicate reaches out and grabs the baseball bat from his hand. He looks at a surprised Darkness and shakes his head.* Syndicate: No. Not tonight. *Syndicate drops the bat down onto the floor.* Syndicate: Last week, I got involved in your match against Bob and it backfired. I’m not letting the same thing happen again. Trust me, I’ve got this. *He smiles and pats Darkness on the back.* Syndicate: Why don’t you take the night off? Think things through, figure out if you really do need a change or not. I’ll be perfectly fine out there. Sound good? *Syndicate looks at Darkness, waiting for a response. Darkness looks back at Syndicate and just nods his head.* Darkness: But if anybody decides to stick their nose in your business tonight I will out there faster than they can blink their eyes and I will have reinforcements. *Darkness bends down and picks up the bat. Darkness then proceeds to sit down on the bench slapping the bat in one hand. Syndicate just rolls his eyes.* Syndicate: Fine. I’ll talk to you later. *Syndicate slips his Tapout shirt off, grabs his red leather jacket off a hook, and walks out the door, shutting it behind him.* David Monatoya is already in the ring as As A New Power plays,Rob Bacon sprints onto the ramp, bends down and then back up again, fireworks spray out of the arena as he lifts his hands up. he runs down into the ring and bounces off the ropes twice goes to the centre of the ring and spreads his arms out again. The bell rings as David charges at Super Bacon hops to the side, pulls him down and over with schoolboy rollup. The ref covers! ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings as Super Bacon gets his hand raised. Bonn: Your winner and advancing in the Crusade Cup...SUPER BACON! **commercial** Kaillee is already in the ring as her theme ends.. ***TSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*** https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Od0nwrgAirU ***CHEEEEEER!!!*** *The sound of static erupts within the Honda Center, causing the SoCal crowd to go nuts! After a few moments, the static turns into "Bulls on Parade" by Los Angeles's own Rage Against the Machine, and Syndicate steps out onto the stage.* Hart: A decidedly pro-Syndicate crowd here tonight! Lane: We're only about 26 miles away from Los Angeles, and it's clear that Syndicate's fanbase has come to Anaheim in droves tonight! *Syndicate, dressed in a red leather jacket and black denim jeans, performs a crucifix pose at the top of the ramp to the crowd's delight as a spotlight shines down upon him.* Bonn: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 224 pounds...the Los Angeles Outlaw, SYYYYYYYYYYYYNDICATEEEE!!! ***CHEER!!!**** Lane: And as promised, Darkness is not joining the Los Angeles Outlaw! I guess the cockiness of Syndicate prevailed over his smarts. Hart: We'll have to see. Syndicate certainly believes he can beat Kailee handily here in Anaheim. *Syndicate marches down the ramp and slides into the ring, climbs the turnbuckle, and performs another crucifix pose, once again shined down upon by a spotlight. After a few moments of this, he climbs down, takes off his leather jacket, and stares across the ring at Kailee.* ***DING DING DING*** Hart: And this match is underway! *The two walk towards each other to the center of the ring. Immediately, Syndicate kicks Kailee in the gut and hits a Catalyst DDT!* ***CHEEEER!!** Lane: Catalyst DDT!! Syndicate's not wasting any time here! *Syndicate, moving quickly, picks Kailee back up and whips her into the ropes. On the rebound, Syndicate flips her over for the No Signal!* Hart: NO SIGNALLL!!!!! ONE TWO THREE ***DING DING DING*** Bonn: Here is your winner...SYYYYYNDICATEEE!!! *Syndicate raises his arms in victory with a smirk on his face as he is showered with applause from the Anaheim crowd.* Hart: Syndicate advances in the Crusade Cup to face Korath! Korath's music interrupts Syndicates, as Syndicate turns to face the stage Korath comes out, walking slowly towards the ring. Lane: Bet he wishes he had Darkness here with him tonight. Hart: Run Syndicate! Korath runs and slides into the ring as Syndicate seemingly attempts to beat him down, but Korath trades blows, eventually wearing him down enough to connect a knee to his gut, doubling him over. Korath motions for the end, stepping back connecting with the Beast Kick, knocking Syndicate out cold. Lane: Syndicate didn’t have a chance! Korath knew Syndicate was competing tonight, clearly didn’t want to waste the chance to weaken him before their match. Korath ponders punishing Syndicate further, but laughs as he steps out of the ring, the limp form of Syndicate in the center of the ring shown to all as Korath’s theme plays in the arena. Hart: We go now live backstage where Chris Sanders is standing by with the One and Only, Tommy Lipton. The tron shows Tommy and Chris Sanders live in the parking garage. Chris: What a night it's been and what a night it will continue being. Tommy you are not scheduled to fight tonight but after last weeks outcome you are scheduled to go against the Undisputed Champion as one of the number one contenders at the upcoming pay per view. Tommy: Silence Chris, the people here in the Honda Center are calling the name of the One and Only! **TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY! Tommy: You see Chris, James Ranger made the right call last week and now I am set to confront the Undisputed Champion! These past many weeks have finally paid off, and even though a one on one is prefered the way Rex McAllister versus Tommy Lipton should have ended is with one of us holding the title over their head! That man, as unfortunate as it may be to the Champion himself who has accidently landed on the wars lap, is the One the Only, Tommy Lipton! The McAllister-Lipton Tandem reunited last week to drop the Champ like the chump he is but that doesn't mean we are heading into Aftershock as a unit... Expect one of us to leave as champ and, Spoiler, it won't be Rex McAllister... I Am Coming! Lane: Short and to the point, we will be right back after this! (Commercial) Backstage we see Sarah Jackson standing with a microphone in hand. Suddenly we see Jarvis come into the picture. Sarah stops Jarvis quickly. Sarah: Jarvis, you are about to go out there and take on Hex Girl in the crusade cup. What do you think the outcome is going to be? Jarvis smiles and straightens up a little. Jarvis: I’m hoping to come out with the W at the end if this ma’am. But, like I said before, This match can go any way and it can turn out either way. I’m just excited to get this chance in the cup, and possibly be able to move on. All i can do is go out there and give it my all for all the fans that will be watching. Now if I may Sarah, I have a match to get to. Jarvis winks and smiles before heading to the entrance as Red and white strobe lights begin to flash just before "My House" starts to play over the PA System. A few moments pass before Pyro erupts on either side of the curtain before Jarvis walks through the entrance. Bonn: Introducing first…. Jarvis hops side to side before putting his arms in an X formation above his head before taking of running down to the ring, Hr slides in the ring and pops up instantly. Jarvis puts is arm above his head again before making an X above his head again. He turns and walks backwards the corner as the camera seiches away from him to the crowd. Her Black Wings hits on the PA and Hex Girl steps out in a black leather bikini top and black latex boy shorts, she is barefoot and her body smeared with black and blood red body paint. Bonn: Introducing her opponent, from Busthead, Virginia...HEX GIRL! She shows off on stage for a second before sprinting down the ramp and leaping over the ropes. Hitting the mat she rolls and pops up ready to fight. At ringside, laid out in a red carpet rolled out, is Hex’s various tools of the trade. The wrestlers eye the weapons as they circle, the referee clearly concerned but signals for the bell, as the two lock up, with Jarvis immediately pushing her to the ground, but Hex merely rolls out of the ring Just as the match is beginning the camera pans out and it is Mellon walking through the crowd down to his front row seats, ringside. Hex Girl sees her rival sitting front row watching the match. Mellon, known for being someone who gladly will make himself known sits by just paying attention sipping a soda. Hex Girl, distracted, doesnt see Jarvis reach for the baseball bat in her tool kit. He stabs with the bat as it causes her to double over, picking up a a 2X4 as he readies another swing, but is met with a resounding crack against his shins. Taking the moment, Hex grabs ahold of Jarvis, driving kneestrikes into his face as she follows it up with a spinning DDT onto the floor! THREE! Hex immediately rolls away, slower than before as she gets him up and rolled into the ring, turning towards Mellon, hestitating as the ref’s count hits five, she rolls back into the ring. Hex goes for the cover! ONE! TW-Jarvis kips the shoulder up, rolling away as he groans, Hex immediately proceeds to grab his right leg, dragging him in attempt to the center, but Jarvis kicks her hands away with his left, rolling backwards as he gets up, only to be brought back down with a dropkick, the crowd responding as he seems dazed, but merely is stunned as Hex picks him up to one knee. She attempts to connect with a DDT, but Jarvis struggles out of it, connecting with an european uppercut into a powerslam in the center of the ring. He covers! ONE! TWO! Jarvis kicks out! Hex looks on disappointed,Right before the match looks like it will end in Hex Girl’s favor, Mellon climbs the barrier and steps up on the ropes. The referee sees Mellon do this as Hex and Mellon begin to jaw at one another. Jarvis takes advantage of the opportunity and swings Hex around and hits the Jacknife Powerbomb. Hex is out cold as Jarvis covers her. The ref counts! ONE~! Lane: Wow.. TWO~! Hart: Not like this! THREE~! Bonn: Your winner and advancing in the Crusade Cup Tournament….JARVIS VALENTINE! Mellon, still standing on the apron, leaning on the ropes just looking at Hex lying there, waits as Jarvis celebrates his victory and leaves the ring. Mellon slowly enters the ring. Hex still down on the mat. Mellon, signals for a mic, and stands over Hex looking at her… (the crowd is booing vehemently as Mellon, still staring at Hex, begins to talk) Mellon: See, Hex, I offered a title shot to you and I find myself still waiting to hear back about it. I don’t like waiting. (Mellon crouches next to her and pulls a contract out of his back pocket) Mellon: Now I suggest, since it looks like your schedule is now free, you sign this little contract. (Mellon drops the contract on her face) Mellon: (Mellon whispers into the mic) If you think you’re feeling pain right now then you have no idea what is coming your way. Two weeks from today. You and me in a hardcore match. (Mellon grabs her face as she grunts violently) I hope you have good insurance because I think you’re going back to the hospital in a couple of weeks. (Mellon pushes her face back onto the mat as she grunts again) Lane: One can only wonder what is going thru Mellon’s head causing this.. Hart: Wonder?! He just caused her to lose a shot at the Crusade Cup and a world title shot? All because she’s not responding to her fast enough? Lane: If I was offering you a shot at my belt, would you take your time responding back to my request? I think not. Hex Girl is shown glaring at the back of Mellon as he is walking up the ramp. **commercial** "A Welcome Burden" by Disturbed blares through the public announce system. The crowd stirs as a ten second interlude of Rex McAllister highlights. Rex McAllister walks out methodically from beyond the curtains. Rex is wearing a black custom made t-shirt that shows a serious looking Rex holding his new signature singapore cane by his side with word "Remorseless" above the design, along with denim blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. Rex glaces out to the right as the crowd jeers him. Rex then glances to the left, and once again nothing but jeers. Rex smirks as he shakes his head. Rex then gestures with his arm toward the entrance curtains as he looks back slightly. Out from beyond the curtains walks Constance Blevins. Constance is wearing flared denim jeans with a long sleeve gray turtleneck. Her long dark brown hair hangs down past her shoulders. She smiles widely as she meets Rex at the top of the ramp way. Constance poses briefly to the crowd as Rex leans in toward her and whispers something. BONN: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the ring at this time....He is one of the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER'S for the WWX UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!...HE'S THE REX MASTER!!!....REXXXXXX!!! MCALLISTERRRRRRRRR!!! Hart: Welcome back folks to Saturday night Ravage! Looks like we're going to be joined here one of the number one contenders for the WWX Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship at Aftershock, Rex McAllister! Rex and Constance walk down the ramp side by side toward the ring. Lane: Should be the lone contender as far as I'm concerned! Rex won the best of five series, beating Tommy Lipton three straight matches! The fact that the WWX Board of Directors would have any say in that result is a travesty to this man, and what he accomplished! I mean, it was an unsanctioned fight at Holiday Hell! This man was robbed of his rightful one on one bout with the World Champion! Constance ascends up the ring steps, and Rex follows her up shortly thereafter. Rex opens up the gap between the middle and top ropes wider as Constance enters the ring first. Rex then enters the ring under the top rope, and immediately walks in the direction toward the side of the ring where the commentator's table is, where the ringside crew is positioned. Rex extends his arm out, hand open, and asks for a microphone. Hart: I don't like the path this man's taken to get where he's at, but as much as I hate to admit this, as his dastardly acts have grown more despicable with each passing week, it's seemingly what's gotten him that much closer to his ultimate goal. Lane: See there, Mike, that wasn't so bad, now was it? Honesty is the best policy as they say! "A Welcome Burden" fades. Rex holds a mic in hand as he walks toward the center of the ring where Constance looks on and awaits. The crowd reacts with mixed jeers and cheers, mostly in anticipation of what he may have to say. Rex scoffs a bit as a grin grows upon him. Rex raises the mic to speak. Crowd: TOMMY'S GONNA KILL YOU! YOU DESERVE IT! TOMMY'S GONNA KILL YOU! YOU DESERVE IT! TOMMY'S GONNA KILL YOU! YOU DESERVE IT! The crowd chants continue as Rex begins to speak which quiets them down a bit. Rex: Yeah, I guess that's what they call bringing the "Heat". Rex pauses a moment before continuing Rex: I'm here, not for you. Oh no. Not for you, but because of you. I don't die. Rexcellence doesn't die because you don't allow it. Rex chuckles a bit as he slightly shakes his head and takes a couple of paces to his right just in front of Constance. Rex: Don't you get it! When I was going around, beating all the faces you loved to hate, and cheering me, chanting "Rexcellence"? That was the choice YOU made! When I decided to go after more, taking anything that I could see being mine, I took it! That's always been the case with me from the moment I stepped foot inside of a WWX ring. When I decided that I wished to pursue the WWX Undisputed Title after World Series, it was YOU! All of YOU made the choice to start booing me, wishing for my head to be posted on a stick! But because of you, I don't die. Silence equals death. Nobody can kill me, nobody. You're already dead to me. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Rex looks into the main camera as he makes his way back to the center of the ring. Rex: See, Tommy Lipton, Xavier Pendragon, Syndicate, Darkness, Kurtis Ray, Korath, Jarvis Valentine, 420. All these guys you want to dub as your heroes, and they all play to your every whims and you to them the same. Rex looks down and begins pacing some more as he speaks. Rex looks out again. Rex: I'll let you, let them, because they can't flourish in this day and age without your approval, only achieving a modicum of success in the process. Some day they'll figure it out, just as I have that they never really inspired any of you in your pursuits or endeavors or lack thereof, or to them that your will for them to succeed was ever resolute, just.... Rex gestures with his opposite hand toward his t-shirt at the word "Remorseless". Rex: Remorseless. When they figure that out, if they ever, that they don't need you? They'll find out what achieving true greatness and wrestling immortality is really all about. There's only one man on this damn roster as it currently stands that typifies that kind of aura in my eyes besides myself, and that's the current reigning and defending International Champion Bob "The Beast" Melon! A man that has proved himself to be the absolute personification of dominance through his savage unyielding nature, showing no compassion, no mercy, without remorse for the opposition. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Rex shows a hint of a smile on his face. Rex: So at Aftershock, you can chant for my demise all you'd like, hoping that one of your precious heroes prevails, because that will be where I will take the smallest of joys in destroying everything that they did in an instant, and that will be that. No more shots for Tommy Lipton, no more lime light. No more self-exalting from Xavier Pendragon as false paragon of this company, no more prideful speeches about scratching and clawing the stuff dreams are made of. No more. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Rex pauses, as he takes in the crowds negative reaction. Rex walks over again to where Constance stands. She looks up at him with approval in her eyes as he puts a gentle, friendly hand over her right shoulder. Constance (off mic): Oh no, is this about me??? Constance asks a bit embarrassed as she chuckles. Rex: Oh, yeah. This is about you...for you. Rex walks toward the ropes again. He looks into the main camera as he speaks while Constance looks on in the background. Rex: Because that's what true friends do for true friends. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel or not feel. Rex walks back over to join Constance in the center of the ring. He places his arm around her, and his hand back on her shoulder. He looks down at her, and then back up to speak. Rex: Whatever you happen to be feeling inside at the moment, whether you choose to indulge those feelings, is fine with them. That's what real love, what a true friendship is - letting a person be what they really want to be without the this overwhelming need to judge and persecute them. That's why Constance here, someone that I've known quite a while now, is a person who I consider to be a true friend. We're there for each other when we need someone the most. Rex walks toward the ropes again. He gestures with an accusatory finger as he speaks. Rex: Something that none of you, or anybody I've known before her or since, know anything about. But now I'm the one that's ostracized because I decided to pursue something, a desire of mine to become known as something more, seeking to fulfill my destiny...and that's fine. You see, that's why I'm going to take the smallest of joys in ruining your hopes that you have for your heroes to succeed from here on out! It started with my former partner, Tommy Lipton! He's come back for more, he has resiliency, an admirable trait. But this isn't a war he's going to win, just one that will finally show him that when it's over, all that he fought for was simply done in vain. Rex walks back to where Constance stands again, his intense passion easily shown now. Rex: As for, Xavier....champ! I knew this moment was coming, weeks ago. Don't you remember? Rex smiles, a crazed type of smile comes over him. He smirks now. Rex: I'm coming for you, Xavier. For once, you truly are the hunted, just as you've said. You can prepare, you can train all you want, and it will ensure you of nothing. I have found that I have quite the fond love for destruction. You see, like love, Xavier, the way you show such compassion toward the ones you care most about, it's destruction that can be ecstatic. The urge in me to destroy everything you've worked for? It's also a creative urge. Rex smiles devilishly this time. Rex: The real beauty is seeing creation and destruction as one. Rex laughs sinisterly. Rex: And I'm going to revel in yours at Aftershock....both of you. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! The crowd jeers continue unmercifully for Rex as he readies to say a familiar line, one the crowd no longer wishes to say with him anymore. Rex cocks his head back, closes his eyes, and raises the mic to his mouth to speak. Rex: Now that.....was.....rexcellent. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Rex tosses the microphone down to the canvas at his right. Rex stares into the camera with a look of complete satisfaction. "A Welcome Burden" picks back up in the arena. Hart: I don't think I like what this man may have in store come Aftershock. He seems more than hell bent on leaving as the new Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion! Lane: This is the path he's chosen in his pursuit, Mike! He has a goal in mind, and he intends on accomplishing it by any means necessary! The man doesn't hope or wish for things, he creates opportunities and he seizes them. If you were anywhere as smart as you believed yourself to be, you'd realize that! When the Rex Master sees something being his, he takes it, and that's exactly what he's going to do at Aftershock. Hart: Well, that still remains to be seen. Rex and Constance are now near the top of the ramp way. Rex turns around one last time toward the crowd, and utters something. Rex(off mic): They're. All. Going. Down. Rex nods, as the show goes to a commercial **commercial** DING DING DING Bonn: This match is the main event of the evening...scheduled for one fall and the winner advances in the Crusade Cup Tournament! "Crawling in the Dark" by Hoobastank blares over the PA system. Willie Steen emerges from the curtain wearing a black "Keep it Cool" shirt and sunglasses. He stands on the stage looking out at the crowd. He throws his arms out to the sides, each hand holding the WWX Television and Tag Team Championships, and lifts his face toward the sky as a pyro blast goes off right behind him. Bonn: Introducing...HE IS ONE HALF OF THE WWX TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS AND WWX WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION….THE COOLEST….WILLIE…..STEEEEEEEEN! Steen makes his way to the ring, gesturing and showboating to the crowd as he does. He arrives at the ring, climbs on to the apron and leans against the ropes, surveying the crowd. He climbs into the ring and ascends a turnbuckle posing and gesturing for the crowd. The arena goes pitch black, and What Went Down by Foals starts playing. The arena lights up, and Jake Devine stands in the middle of the stage, with his back turned to the camera and his arms open. Bonn: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at 241 pounds….JAKE DEVINE! Hart: Returning after seem like a short hiatus, Jake Devine is back in WWX to become the winner of the Crusade Cup Tournament! Jake makes his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He climbs the top rope and opens his arms, with his eyes closed, as flares light up above the ring. Jake jumps down, removes his jacket, and crouches with his back to the turnbuckle. Lane: Contract negotiations aside, he could shape up to be a rather dangerous challenger for WIllie Steen if he is not careful. The bells rings as immediately Willie and Jake lock up, but Jake sweeps around Willie with an attempted suplex, but Willie reverses it into an early pin..the ref counts! ONE! T-Jake rolls out of the lock, getting up and instant enziguri from Jake, stunning Willie as he gets back up to his feet, he doubles down with a flying clothesline, sending Willie to the mat, he hits for the ropes, bouncing back as Wilie gets back up on his own, but is brought back down with a dropkick. Jake covers Willie! ONE TWO! Jake gets pulled out of the ring… Hart: TANNO! Jake ducks an incoming punch, pushing Tanno into the barricades as he himself rolls back into the ring… Lane: Osaka Street Cutter from Willie Steen! Steen covers! ONE! TWO! T-Jake gets his shoulder up, rolling away with experience as Steen yells at the ref to count faster. He goes over to grab Jake, lifting him up, but Jake is faster with an europen uppercut, then a snap DDT in the center of the ring...the fans are going wild as the ref demands Tanno leave the ropes...but Jake spears him back out and Tanno connects with the barricades again for his troubles. Jake turns around lifting Willie up to his feet, lifting him up and back down with “Into The Spotlight” Bomb...he covers! ONE~! TWO~! THREE~! DING DING DING Bonn: Your winner and advancing into the next round...JAKE DEVINE! Hart: I can’t believe my eyes, but Jake pulled through despite interference from Tanno Waters...makes you believe there is unfinished business between the two. Lane: Who knows...but this Gary Lane and Mike Hart...signing off...tune next week as the next round of the Cup continues!