Post by PRIME on Aug 6, 2017 22:15:11 GMT -6
WARNING:
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
Live From Multiple Locations - MAIN EVENT LIVE FROM FOSTER COMMUNICATION COLISEUM, SAN ANGELO, TEXAS, USA.
EWC PRIME
EPISODE 014
AUGUST 6TH 2017EPISODE 014
Live From Multiple Locations - MAIN EVENT LIVE FROM FOSTER COMMUNICATION COLISEUM, SAN ANGELO, TEXAS, USA.
EWC PRIME
AUGUST 6, 2017
LIVE! from Multiple locations
Commentators: Eva Leurox and Nessa Reeve
Announcer: Damon Reid
Senior Referee: Niklaus Forbes
Backstage Interviewer: Jenna Salvatore
The skies above all the arenas come alive with fireworks lighting up the skies regardless of the time of day in the several regions. The titan tron flashes footage which shows all the Prime superstars on the roster, we find Alan Envy, Alex James, Arcane, Arden Carney, Bob Loblaw, Candy, Captain Taco, Chaos, Criss Cassidy, El Diablo, Frankie Harewood, Hero, Honey Hunt, Hunter Storm, Jericho Agbonlahor, Killian Barrett, Kyra Johnson, Luke Forrester, Miranda Jones, Prince, Neveah, Rayne, Richard Garcia, Robb Daniels, Sarah Lacklan, Stitches the Clown, Sway, Tiffani, Thomas Fabiano, Trixie and Tyr Muertos .
PRIME!
PRIME!
PRIME!
PRIME!
Fireworks blast across the stage as the fans scream in delight.
A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The camera captures fans from the various arenas and then the thick fog begins to disappear as the fans pump their fists in the air
Pyros blasts off the ring posts all across the globe as the various fans cheer for the show about to be on display
Leurox: Come one, come all to one of the greatest shows on the planet. Correction, the greatest show on the planet. This is the 14th edition of Prime! What a show we have for you all tonight
Reeve: Seems like just yesterday we had our first show. Now our line up can rival the main roster, hell we feature some of them on here on an almost weekly basis, and today is no different.
Leurox: We kick off the show with Honey Hunt Hunting her 3rd victory in a row. Her opponent is the beautiful newcomer Thomas Fabiano.
Reeve: Hey! Cool it, he's mine!
Leurox: Nah, you called dibs on Hero. Anyways, next we have Candy sinking her sweet tooth into Diabhal.
Reeve: Well Diabhal has already proven to be a monster, last week he took out Stevenson with a single hit, she better watch out.
Leurox: I agree. Next, we have boxing legend Frankie Harewood squaring off against stitches. I have to say, I don't quit believe in this guy yet, I'm not yet sure he can make it in wrestling.
Reeve: Well he has one win under his belt, it doesn't matter how he got it, as long as he did.
Leurox: His matches aren't the most...Entertaining thus far, but that could change. Anyways, following that is a big one, Sarah Lacklan versus Criss Cassidy.
Reeve: Battle of the streaks, one ends, the other rides into the sunset.
Leurox: It's almost midnight Nessa.
Reeve: It's a metaphor.
Leurox: Then our main event of the evening, is the first we are having in the United States and it has the most fabulous athlete on the roster Trixie, facing the most savage, Tony Savage.
Reeve: What a fixture this is. This clash you can bet on is being watched by the entire wrestling world. Everyone wants to know how this goes.
Although her entrance theme has not played yet and no announcement has been made Honey Hunt already walks down the aisle to the ring. At ringside while the confused fans wonder what will go down here she exchanges a few sentences with the announcer and then enters the ring with a mic in hand.
Leurox: Now what is that going to be?
Reeve: For sure something unexpected.
Honey: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Recently I have been called a silent killer and while I want to live up to the killer part it´s time now that I break my silence here. Yes, that´s right. The new kid on the block is going to make her voice heard.
At the last PRIME event in Mali I came face to face with Ben Moss. It was the same show when Mister Moss reestablished something he had lost in the last few months that being authority and control over PRIME. He had to do it the sledgehammer way because he had allowed things to spin out of control for too long. It worked but it also reeked of desperation.
Boss, there might have been a reason why you let Kyra Johnson tap dance on your nose for a while. After all she was generating money because dumb sexy broads always sell. Much worse is that you accepted a luxury wrist watch from a guy who pissed on the whole pro wrestling sport like twenty seconds later. That was why I was talking down your deal for Frankie Harewood as you called it. Sorry that I have a very old-school sense of morality and taking bribes from an employee in public simply doesn´t seem proper to me. It makes you look very shady and greedy and hurts your reputation as much as the wrestling style of Frankie Harwood hurts the eyes and intelligence of the fans. You said to me in Mali that he is class in ANY SPORT and he would be proving it the very same night. You were right, sort of. In his bout with Freddie Styles your golden boy Frankie ducked through the ropes so many times I thought I was watching 400-metre hurdles and wrestling simultaneously. Guess that makes Frankie sort of a multi-athlete. That´s the guy you took a Rollex from. Just as you established authority again you flush it down the toilet by making yourself look like a whore. I´m sure that was never your plan but now you are stuck owing one to the dude who made 300 million hypes in one promo.
Honey makes a dramatic pause to let the statement sink in with the audience and likely with Ben Moss watching from somewhere.
Leurox: This is really not good.
Reeve: Honey just got started here and is already digging her own grave.
Honey: As I said you are the boss here. There is no need to justify your actions to me or to anyone except the guy who looks back at you when you check a mirror. But if you can´t respect that guy anymore you ain´t worth nothing for PRIME or for yourself. If you think I´m saying this only to piss on you then take a look at BRAWL and the chaos there. Their GM does all the wrong things for all the wrong reasons and now he got a savage for a partner whom you can´t trust any further than you can hip toss him.
Another short pause.
Honey: Now if you think that I´m giving this speech because I want to see YOU fired and removed from your job, think again. All I hope for is that you have a talk with that man in the mirror and ask him what needs to be done that no one ever loses respect for you again. But that´s only me and my old-school thinking. Maybe I´m just to dump to figure things out. After all you and Frankie make much more money than I do. You are still the boss and I work for you. Hell, I can´t even figure out why someone would pay Frankie Running Harewood 300 million dollars for anything.
I don´t know Mister Moss if you like employees who speak their minds in public. Maybe I´m out of a job again after I finished my match.
In case this is not so here´s some of what you get when I shut my mouth. You get an employee who will wrestle anyone anywhere even King Kong on the dark side of the moon if you give me a rocket. You get someone who will spill her blood for this company if necessary and you get someone who will stomp anyone into the ground who gives pro wrestling or PRIME a bad name without an ulterior motive. Most of all however, you will get someone who can very soon draw a crowd to your events even better than Kyra could. All the half-asses left in PRIME better watch out for the Honey Trap because if you think you´ve seen me wrestle you´re wrong. You ain´t seen nothing yet. I´m no troublemaker like Kyra and Kerry, I´m no million dollar hype, I will never be your lapdog or yes-woman Mister Moss but I will be the workhorse of your company and I got a strong enough back that you can built something on it that is really PRIME. Your choice if you care like it is your choice who you want to be.
Now let´s hear some good ol´ rockabilly, Train Kept A´Rollin because I´m here to get a job done and not for talking.
She returns the mic to the announcer for her upcoming match.
Leurox: Despite the promises she made this is not going to sit well with Ben Moss.
Reeve: No, the boss will surely react in some way but after last show I´d say all bets are off what will actually happen.
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MATCH 1
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MATCH 1
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THOMAS FABIANO Vs
HONEY HUNT
HONEY HUNT
Live from the Salle Ibn Yassine, Rabat, Morocco (2,400 people)
This turned out to be one of the tightest matches on the card, only rivaled by Criss Cassidy versus Sarah Lacklan. Thomas Fabiano started well as he always does, he was able to get the early advantage on Honey Hunt who looked a bit of the pace, he connected with a spinbuster and an early drop elbow, these moves bought him the advantage early on but Honey eventually found her feet and showed some raw power which would scare the pants off Barney IF HE HAD ANY!.Honey Hunt connected with a fine jackhammer slam which shocked the crowd at her raw power and she continued to show her strength whilst the very quick Thomas Fabiano weaved his way out of tight situations and connected with effective nudges and counter attacks.
The end of the fight came when Honey Hunt was able to catch Thomas with a powerful sit-down powerbomb but somehow the man got the rollover on her right after the move and picked up a surprise victory.
WINNER: THOMAS FABIANO VIA PINFALL
Leurox: Impressive victory by Tho-
‘Shutdown’ by Skepta interrupts the festivities in the arena and the theme is received with mixed reaction from the fans who have been uncertain in recent weeks as to which category Ben Moss falls into, villain or hero. The titan tron screen comes to life and seated behind his desk is Mr. Moss looking very animated as he staring down at Honey Hunt.
Leurox: What is this about?
Reeve: You know damn well what it’s about, it’s about Honey Hunt running her mouth at the GM.
Mr. Moss: You know Miss Hunt, you have been impressing recently… in MY ring, on MY show, and guess who made it all possible? ME! So, for future reference, don’t bite the hand that feeds you, cause those same hands could choke the life out of you.
Leurox: He seems mad.
Reeve: You don’t say
Mr. Moss: Just before your match you had a mouthful of words for me, now, do I respect employees that speak their mind? Yes and No. Yes, I do to those that are respectful enough to bring their complaints to my table, and no to those who decide to air it all out on worldwide television. And what’s worse, is straight up spouting lies about me.
Murmurs from the crowd can be heard during his brief silence.
Mr. Moss: If you do not know the difference between a gift and a bribe you better consult your damn dictionary Miss Hunt because I won’t be doing you that favor. Frankie joined this company because he wanted a new challenge, he gave me a watch well over your pay grade as a show of good faith, and the gift has bought him NOTHING! Not a title shot, hell not even a main event. Well, that is until now… Since Frankie Harewood signed you have had his name in your mouth every other sentence, so, next week. Our Main event, will be you, Honey Hunt, going toe to toe with Frankie ‘Money’ Harewood. You get the chance to prove to me that I made a mistake backing this horse, but, when you lose, and you will, you need to forget the name Ben Moss exists.
Leurox: Wow! This is going to be a match to remember.
Reeve: You bet it would be.
Mr. Moss: Oh, and before I forget, it would be a barbed wired boxing match.
Leurox: CHRIST! What the hell!
The fans begin to cheer at the prospect of the main event and Honey Hunt welcomes the challenge gesturing Moss bring the fight to her. The titan tron flashes off and we go to commercials.
‘Shutdown’ by Skepta interrupts the festivities in the arena and the theme is received with mixed reaction from the fans who have been uncertain in recent weeks as to which category Ben Moss falls into, villain or hero. The titan tron screen comes to life and seated behind his desk is Mr. Moss looking very animated as he staring down at Honey Hunt.
Leurox: What is this about?
Reeve: You know damn well what it’s about, it’s about Honey Hunt running her mouth at the GM.
Mr. Moss: You know Miss Hunt, you have been impressing recently… in MY ring, on MY show, and guess who made it all possible? ME! So, for future reference, don’t bite the hand that feeds you, cause those same hands could choke the life out of you.
Leurox: He seems mad.
Reeve: You don’t say
Mr. Moss: Just before your match you had a mouthful of words for me, now, do I respect employees that speak their mind? Yes and No. Yes, I do to those that are respectful enough to bring their complaints to my table, and no to those who decide to air it all out on worldwide television. And what’s worse, is straight up spouting lies about me.
Murmurs from the crowd can be heard during his brief silence.
Mr. Moss: If you do not know the difference between a gift and a bribe you better consult your damn dictionary Miss Hunt because I won’t be doing you that favor. Frankie joined this company because he wanted a new challenge, he gave me a watch well over your pay grade as a show of good faith, and the gift has bought him NOTHING! Not a title shot, hell not even a main event. Well, that is until now… Since Frankie Harewood signed you have had his name in your mouth every other sentence, so, next week. Our Main event, will be you, Honey Hunt, going toe to toe with Frankie ‘Money’ Harewood. You get the chance to prove to me that I made a mistake backing this horse, but, when you lose, and you will, you need to forget the name Ben Moss exists.
Leurox: Wow! This is going to be a match to remember.
Reeve: You bet it would be.
Mr. Moss: Oh, and before I forget, it would be a barbed wired boxing match.
Leurox: CHRIST! What the hell!
The fans begin to cheer at the prospect of the main event and Honey Hunt welcomes the challenge gesturing Moss bring the fight to her. The titan tron flashes off and we go to commercials.
From the backstage area of the Ice Hall, Candy is seen sitting on a bench as she adjusts her elbow pad.
CANDY: I must say, that was a nice story you had there, Diabhal.
Once the elbow pad is in place, Candy folds her hands together as she leans down on her thighs. There is a serious look on her face as she continues speaking.
CANDY: But here’s the thing about fables. They aren’t true. Just something people sit around telling in hopes of getting a lesson across. However, I’m not really buying into yours. You seem to think that I don’t have this in me. But I’m going to have to prove just how wrong you really are. I will have my reckoning before the night is through.
Candy sounds pretty ready for this as she adds.
CANDY: I sure do hope you’re ready for it. Because there’s nothing you can do to avoid the Candy Crusher that’s about to come your way!
Candy gives off one last look of determination before pushing to her feet and walking out of view as the scene goes elsewhere.
Leurox: You think she can really beat Diabhal? He knocked out Drew Stevenson with one blow!
Reeve: Well she’s an absolute knockout. That evens the score.
Leurox: Um… I don’t think so but okay.
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MATCH 2
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DIABHAL Vs
CANDY
CANDY
Live from the Tondiraba Ice Hall, Tallinn, Estonia (3,000 people)
Someone must have stolen all of Candice’s Halloween Candy which she had been saving from last year because from start she looked like she wasn’t playing around. She attacked the man with several chops to the shin but he responded with chops to her midsection and then a piledriver that rocked her brain around her head.
Diabhal seemed very much in control the entire fight never letting Candy get much of an advantage before switching the momentum in his favor. His vast array of moves help him keep the pace, a fireman carry at one point put this damsel in distress. The end of the fight came when Candy dodged a suplex and hit the man with the candy crusher for the win.
WINNER: CANDY VIA PINFALL
Leurox: She said she would and she did. 3 to 0, Candy is looking super sweet
Reeve: And you say I have terrible puns, shoutout Sasha Grey
Leurox: You managed to do even worse than I did
The cameras head backstage where we see Richard Garcia. Richard Garcia is clearly distressed, it is written all over his face. As Richard Garcia passes by a large carrier crate he slams his fists on top of it in frustration.
Richard Garcia: What the hell is wrong with me lately? This isn't like me. Is the constant travel getting to me? Nah, it couldn't be, I have been down this same road many times before.
Richard Garcia leans up against the carrier crate he just pounded his fist atop of and is approached by Jenna Salvatore.
Jenna Salvatore: Are you okay, Richard?
Richard Garcia: Not exactly. I allowed another Brawl star to swim across the waters and use me as a stepping stone last week on Prime. Look where that got Tony Savage, he is competing in the main event of Prime in front of 7000 people in Texas against the former Indy Champion, Trixie and I am here in New Zealand. I don't even have a match on the card.
Jenna Salvatore: May I ask why you are here then, of all places?
Richard Garcia: I am merely here because New Zealand is a stone throw away from Melbourne. I needed to remain on the road, I needed to continue my schedule as if nothing had happened. Although resting at home with my family sounds like bliss, that bliss does me no favours in advancing my career. So here I am, continuing the same routine; travelling to the next location, finding somewhere to train and working on my craft, even if my participation in this week's Prime is null and void.
Jenna Salvatore: So what is next for Richard Garcia?
Richard Garcia: Being booked for next week's show would be a good start. I will see what happens from there. I am sick and tired of this up and down trend, the frustration is beginning to boil over. Enough is enough, it is time for a change.
With that Richard Garcia pushes himself off of the carrier crate and heads up the hallway.
Jenna Salvatore: Well, there you have it. Richard Garcia is looking to make changes with next week hopefully being the start of something new. Back to you all at ringside.
Reeve: And you say I have terrible puns, shoutout Sasha Grey
Leurox: You managed to do even worse than I did
The cameras head backstage where we see Richard Garcia. Richard Garcia is clearly distressed, it is written all over his face. As Richard Garcia passes by a large carrier crate he slams his fists on top of it in frustration.
Richard Garcia: What the hell is wrong with me lately? This isn't like me. Is the constant travel getting to me? Nah, it couldn't be, I have been down this same road many times before.
Richard Garcia leans up against the carrier crate he just pounded his fist atop of and is approached by Jenna Salvatore.
Jenna Salvatore: Are you okay, Richard?
Richard Garcia: Not exactly. I allowed another Brawl star to swim across the waters and use me as a stepping stone last week on Prime. Look where that got Tony Savage, he is competing in the main event of Prime in front of 7000 people in Texas against the former Indy Champion, Trixie and I am here in New Zealand. I don't even have a match on the card.
Jenna Salvatore: May I ask why you are here then, of all places?
Richard Garcia: I am merely here because New Zealand is a stone throw away from Melbourne. I needed to remain on the road, I needed to continue my schedule as if nothing had happened. Although resting at home with my family sounds like bliss, that bliss does me no favours in advancing my career. So here I am, continuing the same routine; travelling to the next location, finding somewhere to train and working on my craft, even if my participation in this week's Prime is null and void.
Jenna Salvatore: So what is next for Richard Garcia?
Richard Garcia: Being booked for next week's show would be a good start. I will see what happens from there. I am sick and tired of this up and down trend, the frustration is beginning to boil over. Enough is enough, it is time for a change.
With that Richard Garcia pushes himself off of the carrier crate and heads up the hallway.
Jenna Salvatore: Well, there you have it. Richard Garcia is looking to make changes with next week hopefully being the start of something new. Back to you all at ringside.
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MATCH 3
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FRANKIE HAREWOOD Vs
STITCHES THE CLOWN
STITCHES THE CLOWN
Live from the Glyfada Indoor Hall, Athens, Greece (3,200 people)
Stitches looked in all sorts of trouble with the Money throwing some heavy punches at the start of the fight. It seemed really difficult to keep up with his intense footwork and punches till Stitches decided to take the fight to the mat. Stitches hit the man with various moves meant to keep him grounded, A snap suplex, a neck breaker and a DDT. All serving the same purpose.
Frankie grew back into the fight by staying away from Stitches for the most part, he gained some of his lost energy back and dished his punches and headbutts at Stitches, but once the clown was done clowning, he hit Frankie with the sound of silence and picked up the win.
WINNER: STITCHES THE CLOWN VIA PINFALL
Just as the match comes to an end the 'Gasoline' by Porcelain and the Tramps blasts through the public announce system and she appears on the titan tron to Stitches surprise.
Leurox: It’s NEVAEH!
Reeve: She isn’t on the card today! I guess she has had a lot of time to think about the Number one contender
Leurox: Last time Stitches popped up in a similar manner, I guess the champ decided to repay the favor.
Nevaeh stares intensively down at Stitches.
NEVAEH: You seem to have this all figured out. That once our match rolls around, you are just going to steal the Indy Championship right out from under my nose. Unfortunately, I know better. I’m going to kick your ass and prove that your first victory over me was nothing more than a fluke.
Nevaeh brings the title to full view as she places it on the table she rests her arms on. Meanwhile Stitches grabs a microphone from the ringside officials.
NEVAEH: That’s right, Stitches. I haven’t forgotten about that night. And I’ll be damned if I let it happen again when the stakes are so much higher. Instead I will even the score. You will ‘Fall from Grace’.
NEVAEH: So, I suggest you get a good look at what I got here because this is as close as you will get to the Indy Championship. It’s staying with m-
Stitches interrupts Nevaeh
STITCHES: See this is the problem with people, we are quick to forget, or at least deny in your case. Not so long ago, you tasted the sour fruit known as defeat at my hands and now you speak as if you were not the same person I pinned for the three-count. You can put a wig on a monkey, but it will still be a monkey Nevaeh, the title hasn’t changed anything. You are the same person I beat, and at Night of Champions, I’ll do it again.
Nevaeh snaps at Stitches sentiments in a very animated and angered manner, yelling at the top of her lungs.
NEVAEH: IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!
STITCHES: Maybe it won’t, but as I’ve noticed you have been avoiding me ever since you got that title. You don’t show up to the same promotional events I do and then you cherry pick the easiest opponents. Let’s not forget you also got your ass handed to you by Criss Cassidy. Your title reign is on borrowed time, Nevaeh, so hold on to that ti-
Suddenly the titan tron goes static.
Leurox: What’s going on?
The power in the arena goes out and is followed by a synchronized gasp from the audience.
Reeve: What the hell, a freaking power outage.
The lights return in the arena and Stitches looks confused as he stares up at the still static titan tron unaware of Nevaeh who stands behind him with her title in hand.
Leurox: SHE’S HERE!!!
Reeve: How the? She must have been in the arena the entire time. Look out!
Stitches turns around still looking confused and is immediately nailed with a title over the head. Stitches crashes into the mat hard as the fans rain boos down at their champion. Nevaeh doesn’t seem to be done, she heads to the closest turnbuckle and untangles the pad.
Leurox: Dear God she is up to no good!
Reeve: Somebody stop this!
Nevaeh help Stitches up to his feet and then sends him over to the turnbuckle with an irish whip. He hits the metal hard and she follows up by grabbing his head and smashing it against the exposed turnbuckle. Stitches is bleeding and looks disoriented but the champ isn’t done, she sets him up for the fall from grace and CONNECTS!
Leurox: This is an absolute mess
Reeve: I guess Stitches really struck a nerve.
The fans rain boos down at the champion who picks up Stitches fallen mic as he lies flat on the mat.
NEVAEH: Shut the hell up! He got what he deserves.
The fans jeer even louder
NEVAEH: Stitches, how about you tell me all about that victory you have over me huh? Not a word? Oh okay, how about how I’ve been avoiding you? Nothing?
She points the microphone down at Stitches for a response as he lies barely conscious.
NEVAEH: Take a picture ladies and gentlemen because this is exactly! How Night of Champions ends, with me lifting my title over Stitches lifeless body.
Nevaeh picks up her title and thrusts it into the air as cameras from the ringside begin to flash and 'Gasoline' by Porcelain and the Tramps takes over the PA system one more time.
Leurox: The champion just sent a message in all CAPS!
"'Sup, Fang Gang!"
Sarah Selena Lacklan bursts through the doors of the Southland Stadium and into a sea of adoring fans. Indeed, the massive group of people, mostly girls, and all within the 12-19 year old age group, swim forward in manic glee at an opportunity to touch their hero and role model. But, as per the usual, four burly men in matching black uniforms bar the way, allowing the Red Queen of Lacklanland to walk by without being mobbed by her followers. The little ball of sociopathic rage is accompanied by her fiance (!!) Kenzi Grey and the totes amazing Oreo cookie that is their relationship stop before the wave of PrincessTwilightSexyFang fans.
Sarah: Thank you all for being here in New Zealand! Today is a special day, after all, because your reason for being, the woman who makes your world sing, is going to go out there and become 5-0 in EWC competition! And after that? INDY TITLE TIME! Because, after all, there is NO ONE in this company who can put an end to the totes legit STREAK that is taking ALL of wresting by storm. In fact-
?: Wait.
Criss Cassidy enters with a wide smile as the crowd of millennials cheer and he stands across from Sarah.
Criss: Did I hear you mention winning streaks? I just had to drop in. If we're talking wins. Let's not forget who's been blessing the squared circle, three weeks in a row. You wanna talk Indy Title? Ask Nevaeh what happens when she got to Heaven's gate. Ms. Lacklan, someone's 0 has got to go.
Sarah smirks as her sea of awesomesauce parts before the totes faux Moses.
Sarah: Hey! Crissy! Come on over and take a selfie with the person that beat Nevaeh clean BEFORE it was what all the cool kiddos were doing in!
She waves over to him as Kenzi shakes her head and starts messing around on her phone.
Sarah: Totes legit! The Fang Gang would kill to see me put up a before and after pic of us. Like, before I end your streak and after!
Criss walks up to Sarah and the two stand face-to-face.
Criss: You mean before I wipe that smile off your face. And after I take Kenzi with me.
Kenzi laughs while keeping her eyes down on her phone. Cassidy stands beside Sarah and the fans take photos. Criss wraps his arm around Sarah's shoulder but she shrugs it off. Giving Criss a cold stare.
Sarah smiles for her fans but keeps talking crap through that insanely hawt smile that would have sailed, like, a gazillion ships.
Sarah: Just because Kenzi likes to say she's straight doesn't mean you have a shot. That fat diamond ring I put on her finger says that you're as ill-equiped to take care of her as you are of ending my streak. I mean, you're pretty enough.
She looks up at the much taller person and gives him a sweet smile of perfect teeth.
Sarah: Well, until I break your face purple with bruises and all.
Criss: The only thing purple will be the kush you'll need to smoke after I crucify you. The anxiety, the pressure, I want to see you break. You talk a big game, tonight we'll see who can play ball.
Sarah blinks and turns to Kenzi and mouths the word "Kush" with a question on her face. Kenzi looks up from her phone and clearly rolls her eyes behind her sunglasses and pantomimes smoking a joint. Realization dons on Sarah's alabaster face and she turns back to Criss.
Sarah: Pffft. Amateur. Let me know if you want to get Driven and I'll let you dance for me.
Criss rolls his eyes at Sarah and the two get together for one final round of pictures from the Fang Gang
Leurox: Well that clip was weird. Do they love each other? Do they hate each other? What type of rivalry is this?
Reeve: It’s modern day rivalry. It’s a mix of love and hate, its Late or Hove.
Leurox: Nessa, that’s not how to mash up words, you don’t mash them up and make a word that has a totally different meaning.
Reeve: Okay how about rag and tag as tag and rag?
Leurox: Jesus Christ, commercials! Now!
Just as the match comes to an end the 'Gasoline' by Porcelain and the Tramps blasts through the public announce system and she appears on the titan tron to Stitches surprise.
Leurox: It’s NEVAEH!
Reeve: She isn’t on the card today! I guess she has had a lot of time to think about the Number one contender
Leurox: Last time Stitches popped up in a similar manner, I guess the champ decided to repay the favor.
Nevaeh stares intensively down at Stitches.
NEVAEH: You seem to have this all figured out. That once our match rolls around, you are just going to steal the Indy Championship right out from under my nose. Unfortunately, I know better. I’m going to kick your ass and prove that your first victory over me was nothing more than a fluke.
Nevaeh brings the title to full view as she places it on the table she rests her arms on. Meanwhile Stitches grabs a microphone from the ringside officials.
NEVAEH: That’s right, Stitches. I haven’t forgotten about that night. And I’ll be damned if I let it happen again when the stakes are so much higher. Instead I will even the score. You will ‘Fall from Grace’.
NEVAEH: So, I suggest you get a good look at what I got here because this is as close as you will get to the Indy Championship. It’s staying with m-
Stitches interrupts Nevaeh
STITCHES: See this is the problem with people, we are quick to forget, or at least deny in your case. Not so long ago, you tasted the sour fruit known as defeat at my hands and now you speak as if you were not the same person I pinned for the three-count. You can put a wig on a monkey, but it will still be a monkey Nevaeh, the title hasn’t changed anything. You are the same person I beat, and at Night of Champions, I’ll do it again.
Nevaeh snaps at Stitches sentiments in a very animated and angered manner, yelling at the top of her lungs.
NEVAEH: IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!
STITCHES: Maybe it won’t, but as I’ve noticed you have been avoiding me ever since you got that title. You don’t show up to the same promotional events I do and then you cherry pick the easiest opponents. Let’s not forget you also got your ass handed to you by Criss Cassidy. Your title reign is on borrowed time, Nevaeh, so hold on to that ti-
Suddenly the titan tron goes static.
Leurox: What’s going on?
The power in the arena goes out and is followed by a synchronized gasp from the audience.
Reeve: What the hell, a freaking power outage.
The lights return in the arena and Stitches looks confused as he stares up at the still static titan tron unaware of Nevaeh who stands behind him with her title in hand.
Leurox: SHE’S HERE!!!
Reeve: How the? She must have been in the arena the entire time. Look out!
Stitches turns around still looking confused and is immediately nailed with a title over the head. Stitches crashes into the mat hard as the fans rain boos down at their champion. Nevaeh doesn’t seem to be done, she heads to the closest turnbuckle and untangles the pad.
Leurox: Dear God she is up to no good!
Reeve: Somebody stop this!
Nevaeh help Stitches up to his feet and then sends him over to the turnbuckle with an irish whip. He hits the metal hard and she follows up by grabbing his head and smashing it against the exposed turnbuckle. Stitches is bleeding and looks disoriented but the champ isn’t done, she sets him up for the fall from grace and CONNECTS!
Leurox: This is an absolute mess
Reeve: I guess Stitches really struck a nerve.
The fans rain boos down at the champion who picks up Stitches fallen mic as he lies flat on the mat.
NEVAEH: Shut the hell up! He got what he deserves.
The fans jeer even louder
NEVAEH: Stitches, how about you tell me all about that victory you have over me huh? Not a word? Oh okay, how about how I’ve been avoiding you? Nothing?
She points the microphone down at Stitches for a response as he lies barely conscious.
NEVAEH: Take a picture ladies and gentlemen because this is exactly! How Night of Champions ends, with me lifting my title over Stitches lifeless body.
Nevaeh picks up her title and thrusts it into the air as cameras from the ringside begin to flash and 'Gasoline' by Porcelain and the Tramps takes over the PA system one more time.
Leurox: The champion just sent a message in all CAPS!
PRE-RECORDED
"'Sup, Fang Gang!"
Sarah Selena Lacklan bursts through the doors of the Southland Stadium and into a sea of adoring fans. Indeed, the massive group of people, mostly girls, and all within the 12-19 year old age group, swim forward in manic glee at an opportunity to touch their hero and role model. But, as per the usual, four burly men in matching black uniforms bar the way, allowing the Red Queen of Lacklanland to walk by without being mobbed by her followers. The little ball of sociopathic rage is accompanied by her fiance (!!) Kenzi Grey and the totes amazing Oreo cookie that is their relationship stop before the wave of PrincessTwilightSexyFang fans.
Sarah: Thank you all for being here in New Zealand! Today is a special day, after all, because your reason for being, the woman who makes your world sing, is going to go out there and become 5-0 in EWC competition! And after that? INDY TITLE TIME! Because, after all, there is NO ONE in this company who can put an end to the totes legit STREAK that is taking ALL of wresting by storm. In fact-
?: Wait.Criss Cassidy enters with a wide smile as the crowd of millennials cheer and he stands across from Sarah.
Criss: Did I hear you mention winning streaks? I just had to drop in. If we're talking wins. Let's not forget who's been blessing the squared circle, three weeks in a row. You wanna talk Indy Title? Ask Nevaeh what happens when she got to Heaven's gate. Ms. Lacklan, someone's 0 has got to go.
Sarah smirks as her sea of awesomesauce parts before the totes faux Moses.
Sarah: Hey! Crissy! Come on over and take a selfie with the person that beat Nevaeh clean BEFORE it was what all the cool kiddos were doing in!
She waves over to him as Kenzi shakes her head and starts messing around on her phone.
Sarah: Totes legit! The Fang Gang would kill to see me put up a before and after pic of us. Like, before I end your streak and after!
Criss walks up to Sarah and the two stand face-to-face.
Criss: You mean before I wipe that smile off your face. And after I take Kenzi with me.
Kenzi laughs while keeping her eyes down on her phone. Cassidy stands beside Sarah and the fans take photos. Criss wraps his arm around Sarah's shoulder but she shrugs it off. Giving Criss a cold stare.
Sarah smiles for her fans but keeps talking crap through that insanely hawt smile that would have sailed, like, a gazillion ships.
Sarah: Just because Kenzi likes to say she's straight doesn't mean you have a shot. That fat diamond ring I put on her finger says that you're as ill-equiped to take care of her as you are of ending my streak. I mean, you're pretty enough.
She looks up at the much taller person and gives him a sweet smile of perfect teeth.
Sarah: Well, until I break your face purple with bruises and all.
Criss: The only thing purple will be the kush you'll need to smoke after I crucify you. The anxiety, the pressure, I want to see you break. You talk a big game, tonight we'll see who can play ball.
Sarah blinks and turns to Kenzi and mouths the word "Kush" with a question on her face. Kenzi looks up from her phone and clearly rolls her eyes behind her sunglasses and pantomimes smoking a joint. Realization dons on Sarah's alabaster face and she turns back to Criss.
Sarah: Pffft. Amateur. Let me know if you want to get Driven and I'll let you dance for me.
Criss rolls his eyes at Sarah and the two get together for one final round of pictures from the Fang Gang
Leurox: Well that clip was weird. Do they love each other? Do they hate each other? What type of rivalry is this?
Reeve: It’s modern day rivalry. It’s a mix of love and hate, its Late or Hove.
Leurox: Nessa, that’s not how to mash up words, you don’t mash them up and make a word that has a totally different meaning.
Reeve: Okay how about rag and tag as tag and rag?
Leurox: Jesus Christ, commercials! Now!
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MATCH 4
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CRISS CASSIDY Vs
SARAH LACKLAN
SARAH LACKLAN
Live from the Stadium Southland, Invercargill, New Zealand (3,500 people)
These two undefeated gladiators went neck and neck like weirdos robbing their neck together (EWW!). The match was tight as something we cannot say on live television, Cassidy and Sarah started the fight both struggling for superiority in a grapple. Eventually Sarah gained the advantage despite her size and landed a backbreaker that stayed with Cassidy for the rest of the fight.Cassidy happened to gain an advantage over Sarah for a brief spell in which he hit her with a tombstone piledriver, but even that was not able to end the red queen. She eventually resurrected like John Snow and took the battle to Cassidy with a shining wizard that would have taken his hair off if his barber hadn’t already.
The match came to a close when Sarah was looking for a grapple but instead got hit by a Holy Grail by Criss Cassidy who won via pinfall.
WINNER: CRISS CASSIDY VIA PINFALL
Leurox: I can't believe he did it! First Nevaeh and now Sarah! Criss is looking absolutely formidable!
Reeve: That he is... This was such a tight one though, it could have gone anyway.
Reeve: That he is... This was such a tight one though, it could have gone anyway.
From black, the camera slowly fades in to reveal a smoky, dishevelled tavern interior, panning around the dingy room as sounds of drunken merrymaking and acoustic instruments can be faintly heard.
Two drunkards stumble past the shot, throwing heavy sluggish blows at one another and rolling over a nearby table to land in a loud, unceremonious heap on the dirty floor. The camera continues sweeping past them as above the general hubbub can be heard a gruff, distinct voice, though we can't yet tell which of the tavern's many patrons is actually speaking.
Morgan Darkwater: Funny thing about taverns, ye see... one can set out on all manner o' adventures and shenanigans, an' yet - succeed or fail - nothin' short a death will keep ye from returnin' to its welcomin' arms. Maybe not this one, not e'ery time, but thar be many more like it th' world o'er if ye know where t'look.
The camera slowly comes to focus on a crackling fireplace, and the character sat before it, the back of their broad oak chair turned to the viewers. All we can see right now is the man's rugged brown leather boots crossed on the table beside a large wooden tankard of foaming ale.
Morgan Darkwater: An' I've had more than me fair share o' adventures across the Seven Seas, mark me words... an' yet, whether it be for the Navy or me own buccaneerin' endeavours, I can't help but feel unfulfilled.
The camera slowly draws closer to this strange figure as a buxom barmaid in tattered clothing approaches him with a wooden plate stacked with steaming potatoes and a roast joint. She places it down beside his ale, and in response a rough, weather-beaten hand reaches out for hers, several gold coins dropping into her grateful palm. She shuffles off as he leans forward to grab the roast beef by the bone, his next words spoken through chomping mouthfuls.
Morgan Darkwater: I've plundered e'ery ship worth plunderin', discovered lost treasure long thought t' be nothin' more than fairy tales, acquired enough gold t' let me an' me crew live like kings many lifetimes o'er... an' for what? Somehow, like many before me, I always find me'self back in taverns like this, wit' more gold in me pockets yet still that same ol' hunger in me stomach. A hunger for somethin' more, somethin' greater than even the Seas and her many splendours can offer. An' then, as if from th' heavens themselves, I found it..."
The camera sweeps around to let us finally see our mysterious speaker, a gnarled face with a full brown beared piercing blue eyes looking straight into the lens.
Morgan Darkwater: The map to th' ultimate treasure.
he speaks in a low, deliberate growl as he holds an old, tattered page up.
Morgan Darkwater: Promises o' gold an' glory an' fame th' likes o' which I'd begun to doubt possible. An' promises o' many adventures along th' way, o' many a formidable foes and potential allies between me an' the ultimate prize. How could an honest privateer like me'self refuse th' lure o' such a bounty? I could not, an' all it needed... was t'be signed.
He lays out the parchment on the table, and as he reaches for a quill we can see that this fabled "map" is in fact a EWC contract for Brawl. He places the quill to the bottom-right corner and scrawls a signature that reads "Morgan Darkwater". The pirate settles back in his chair and begins to chuckle dryly as he takes a deep drink from his tankard.
Morgan Darkwater: An' so begins a new era for EWC... The resurrection of the Golden Age of Piracy... the time of Captain Morgan Darkwater!
He declares with a menacing smile as the camera pans back down to the contract on the table, and his signature in particular. The words begin to glow a hot red moments before blazing across the entire screen to reveal the announcement:
Morgan Darkwater: Captain Morgan Darkwater Debuts on Monday Night Brawl, August 14th!
Two drunkards stumble past the shot, throwing heavy sluggish blows at one another and rolling over a nearby table to land in a loud, unceremonious heap on the dirty floor. The camera continues sweeping past them as above the general hubbub can be heard a gruff, distinct voice, though we can't yet tell which of the tavern's many patrons is actually speaking.
Morgan Darkwater: Funny thing about taverns, ye see... one can set out on all manner o' adventures and shenanigans, an' yet - succeed or fail - nothin' short a death will keep ye from returnin' to its welcomin' arms. Maybe not this one, not e'ery time, but thar be many more like it th' world o'er if ye know where t'look.
The camera slowly comes to focus on a crackling fireplace, and the character sat before it, the back of their broad oak chair turned to the viewers. All we can see right now is the man's rugged brown leather boots crossed on the table beside a large wooden tankard of foaming ale.
Morgan Darkwater: An' I've had more than me fair share o' adventures across the Seven Seas, mark me words... an' yet, whether it be for the Navy or me own buccaneerin' endeavours, I can't help but feel unfulfilled.
The camera slowly draws closer to this strange figure as a buxom barmaid in tattered clothing approaches him with a wooden plate stacked with steaming potatoes and a roast joint. She places it down beside his ale, and in response a rough, weather-beaten hand reaches out for hers, several gold coins dropping into her grateful palm. She shuffles off as he leans forward to grab the roast beef by the bone, his next words spoken through chomping mouthfuls.
Morgan Darkwater: I've plundered e'ery ship worth plunderin', discovered lost treasure long thought t' be nothin' more than fairy tales, acquired enough gold t' let me an' me crew live like kings many lifetimes o'er... an' for what? Somehow, like many before me, I always find me'self back in taverns like this, wit' more gold in me pockets yet still that same ol' hunger in me stomach. A hunger for somethin' more, somethin' greater than even the Seas and her many splendours can offer. An' then, as if from th' heavens themselves, I found it..."
The camera sweeps around to let us finally see our mysterious speaker, a gnarled face with a full brown beared piercing blue eyes looking straight into the lens.
Morgan Darkwater: The map to th' ultimate treasure.
he speaks in a low, deliberate growl as he holds an old, tattered page up.
Morgan Darkwater: Promises o' gold an' glory an' fame th' likes o' which I'd begun to doubt possible. An' promises o' many adventures along th' way, o' many a formidable foes and potential allies between me an' the ultimate prize. How could an honest privateer like me'self refuse th' lure o' such a bounty? I could not, an' all it needed... was t'be signed.
He lays out the parchment on the table, and as he reaches for a quill we can see that this fabled "map" is in fact a EWC contract for Brawl. He places the quill to the bottom-right corner and scrawls a signature that reads "Morgan Darkwater". The pirate settles back in his chair and begins to chuckle dryly as he takes a deep drink from his tankard.
Morgan Darkwater: An' so begins a new era for EWC... The resurrection of the Golden Age of Piracy... the time of Captain Morgan Darkwater!
He declares with a menacing smile as the camera pans back down to the contract on the table, and his signature in particular. The words begin to glow a hot red moments before blazing across the entire screen to reveal the announcement:
Morgan Darkwater: Captain Morgan Darkwater Debuts on Monday Night Brawl, August 14th!
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TONY SAVAGE
Vs
TRIXIE
Vs
TRIXIE
Live from the Foster Communications Coliseum, San Angelo, Texas, USA. (7,000 people)
The arena lights kick off...
The smart phone lights in the crowd provide the pyro...
And R.T.J. lets people know....
Dad's home, and some punk kid's getting spanked!
The smart phone lights in the crowd provide the pyro...
And R.T.J. lets people know....
Dad's home, and some punk kid's getting spanked!
Tony marches down the ring in jeans and a pair of Jordans, shirtless and revealing scars on a taut military frame; his fists wrapped in tape. He's surrounded by grimey ass goons with leather cuts with "Savage Solutions" stiched on their backs; the cuts all adorned with various patches signifying acheivements under the service of the aforementioned mercenary group. When security tries to move in, they make it clear they ain't having it.
Two of his boys open up the ring ropes for T, and he steps in, climbing the turnbuckle to the top and standing there with arms folding, looking through the dark at the crowd like they're dogshit he stepped in, while the announce broad tells us shit we already know...
Damon Reid: Ladies and Gentlemen, in the ring, from New York, New York...weighing in at 245 lbs...The Atlanta Falcon... TONY.....SAAAAAVAGE!
*Actual footage of Tony enjoying a victory smoke after ending Titan's career in the Slaughterhouse Match!*
When the lights do come back on, he hops down and stands in the middle of the ring, crackles his knuckles, and business is now open.
Leurox: Ladies and Gentlemen you know what time it is, it is the Main Event we have all been waiting for… I don’t think I have any finger nails left, really been anticipating this one.
Reeve: The veteran versus the Prime Girl, I can’t call it.
Leurox: I’d say Trixie has her hands full here. Last week Tony went savage mode on Richard Garcia. Not only is this man a former World champion, I believe he is a future hall of famer.
Trixie comes out and does a twirL before turning around to flaunt her ring attire and bite her finger as she pauses on stage before walking in a straight line down the ramp to really sway her hips and get the attention of the guys in the crowd.
Damon Reid: And his opponent, from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 133 lbs., the bad kitty… TRIXIE!!
Blowing kisses at the guys and enjoying the jealousy of the girls in the crowd as she steps onto the apron and girates her hips before stepping into the ring very slowly to allow all the photos to be taken before stepping full in and giving a playful wink to the referee as she sits on the corner.
The referee calls both to the center of the ring, he explains all the rules to them and then sends them to their respective corners before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
And we are off like the hair that used to grace the top of LeBron’s head. Both superstars lock in the center of the ring but Savage gets the early advantage and forces his opponent to the corner of the ring and begins dishing knees to her midsection as if he is trying to abort a baby he planted in there. The kicks continue to thunder against her midsection till she pokes him in the eye and follows up with a drop kick that darts him across the ring and onto the mat. Trixie struts seriously across the ring and swings her legs for his head like a golf club but he gets out of the way just in time and grab her with a sleeperhold. Trixie has no intention of being submitted this early so she drops two elbows to his side forcing him to release her and then whacks some sense out of his head with an enziguiri.
The former Indy champion seems to be enjoying the atmosphere as the fans cheer her on, she climbs up the turnbuckle and watches her prey like an eagle in the sky. The moment Savage finds his feet she comes flying down like a North Korean missile and just like their defected early tries she misses her target and drops hard on her stomach as Tony side steps. Tony looks for the first pin of the night.
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Not nearly enough to put her out. Tony picks Trixie up but to his surprise the fire in her still burns hot like a furnace, she begins dishing left and right hands like a chef serving human meat (Yikes!). She catches him with an uppercut that really unsettles him and then follows up with a quick head scissors that sends him hanging on the middle rope. She runs for it and bounces off his back, his neck caught by the rope and sends him crashing to the mat in pain. One more try to down Tony efficiently she finds herself on the top turnbuckle watching the man as he struggles to his feet. Once he finds it, she flies off and this time catches him with a crossbody which flattens him like a pancake made without baking powder. She goes for the pin.
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Leurox: It’s going to take more than that to take out a true veteran
Reeve: Well, if anyone can take care of Tony it would be Trixie
The momentum agrees with Reeve as Trixie puts Mr. Savage in an arm bar. She begins to increase the pressure on the arm as Tony scrambles like eggs as he searches for the closest ropes. The ropes are too far out of reach so he decides to take matters into his own hands, or knuckles, as he pulls himself to an upward position and crashes his fist into her face. Once he is able to release his arm, he staggers backwards clutching the arm. Trixie has no intention of giving him air to breath so she charges at him and he sends her into the mat with a rock bottom so hard she probably finds herself in bikini bottom. He goes for the pin.
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Leurox: These two are going at it!
Reeve: Such a high intensity match, I can’t tell which way it’s going to swing.
Savage can’t believe she kicked out, he pulls her up to her feet and grabs her by her neck for a powerslam but she rams her hands into the side of his head forcing him to let go of her, she then stomps his feet and as he hobbles, delivers a kick to the midsection putting him in a very unbalanced position. She plants his head into the mat with a DDT so hard he must have felt like a shy Ostrich. She goes for the pin herself.
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“THIS IS AWESOME”
“THIS IS AWESOME”
“THIS IS AWESOME”
“THIS IS AWESOME”
“THIS IS AWESOME”
Leurox: Back and forth! These two have no plans of giving up
Reeve: I’m not sure I want it to end.
Well, the body can only take so much despite of what Reeve wants and at this point both Athletes are starting to feel the toll of such a grueling contest. Trixie stalks her prey like a man on his 6th restraining order. As Savage gets to his feet she goes for the infamous sexy Neckbreaker, she grabs him by the head but just when she is about to twist it, Savage gets his head out of it and delivers a stunning One Punch man style punch to the heart; The cardiac arrest, which completely deflates Trixie and puts her down for the count. Tony goes for the pin.
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DING DING DING
Damon Reid: Here’s your winner, TONY SAVAGE!
Leurox: What an absolute stunner of a match! The veteran triumphs. But you have to say, Trixie did hold her on in there.
Reeve: She did more than hold her own, this was an amazing main event.
Leurox: This means Trixie only has one win in her fab 5 collection, still 4 more to go, she won’t be happy about that.
Reeve: No she wouldn’t but she gave it her all.
Tony Savage celebrates his victory on the turnbuckle as the fans jeer at the apathetic heel.
Leurox: Well that’s all the show we have for you today, Tune in Next time for our first Prime hardcore boxing match between Honey Hunt and Freddie Harewood. That match is bound to be a classic, until next time.
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END SCREEN
MATCH 1
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THOMAS FABIANO
Vs HONEY HUNT
WINNER: THOMAS FABIANO
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MATCH 2
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DIABHAL
Vs CANDY
WINNER: Candy
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MATCH 3
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FRANKIE HAREWOOD
Vs STITCHES THE CLOWN
WINNER: Stitches
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MATCH 4
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CRISS CASSIDY
Vs SARAH LACKLAN
WINNER: Criss Cassidy
NON-TITLE MATCH
TONY SAVAGE
Vs
TRIXIE
WINNER: Tony Savage
SEGMENTS SUBMITTED BY:
NEVAEH
CANDY
HONEY HUNT
MORGAN DARKWATER
SARAH LACKLAN
CRISS CASSIDY
SHOW MVP: TONY SAVAGE
MATCH 1
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THOMAS FABIANO
Vs HONEY HUNT
WINNER: THOMAS FABIANO
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MATCH 2
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DIABHAL
Vs CANDY
WINNER: Candy
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MATCH 3
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FRANKIE HAREWOOD
Vs STITCHES THE CLOWN
WINNER: Stitches
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MATCH 4
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CRISS CASSIDY
Vs SARAH LACKLAN
WINNER: Criss Cassidy
NON-TITLE MATCH
TONY SAVAGE
Vs
TRIXIE
WINNER: Tony Savage
SEGMENTS SUBMITTED BY:
NEVAEH
CANDY
HONEY HUNT
MORGAN DARKWATER
SARAH LACKLAN
CRISS CASSIDY
SHOW MVP: TONY SAVAGE
