FSW UPRISING #016 - Daly City - 3.13.19

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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents

** THE GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY **
EPISODE #016

MARCH 13TH, 2019

LIVE! from the Cow Palace - Daly City, California

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WARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.

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HERE WE GO!!!

'Rise' by Something Clever blasts over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...

A pyro show erupts on the outside of the Cow Palace!





Followed by another, equally explosive show on the inside!

The fans packing the Cow Palace tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Daly City knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show in professional wrestling is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy riffs from 'Rise' continue to blare over the arena pa, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.

WE RISE..... NEVER BACKING DOWN FROM A FIGHT

On the MacTron, this episode of Uprising begins with its opening video montage detailing many of the historic events that have taken place in the near four-year history of Future Stars of Wrestling. From past champions like Jason Hunter, Dixie Dubois, Amis Shelton, Magdalena Lockheart, and Otaki all standing underneath an old FSW logo to the more current Future Stars Champions like Xavier Reid, Cletus Franklin, and Robina Hood tearing down that mold...

As more pyro goes off the new Uprising logo crushes the old FSW banner. The images of older generations are replaced with newer stars like O'rion, Anthony Grunge, Freya Hobs, Gerald Dragon, Mona Fox, Caslita Nindrid, Chris Maverick, Tyler Quest, Jeremiah Kelsey, and Joe Doe to more established stars like Scott Grayse, Matt Angel, Mercenary, Brenna Gordon, The Melon Club Greg Samuel, Hope Diamond, Stitches, Killjoy Ito, Gabrielle Visconty, Joe Hustler, James Larson, Faith Rivers, and Robina Hood In the final video transition, Melody Malone holds the FSW up high after her victory over Robina Hood.

The camera pans around the loud and out of control audience. As the fireworks continue to explode, the fans chant and cheer! The atmosphere inside the Cow Palace seemed to be charged with that ten million volts of electricity as described in the song. Cameras pan around the arena to catch some of the signage that many fans have brought to the Cow Palace with them here tonight. The FSW fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:

MONA = STONE COLD FOX

SUCK IT, SAUNDERS!!!

HOPE DIAMOND IS FOREVER

IT'S SHOVELIN' TIME

BOBERT RAYDER

"F-S-DUB!!!"

"F-S-DUB!!!"

"F-S-DUB!!!"

"F-S-DUB!!!"

The lights come back to full and the fans offer one last rousing cheer at the opening festivities. Tonight's announcers are on standby and ready for the show to begin.

Watson: Ladies and gents, welcome to the Uprising! We are now only thirteen days away from Stranglemania and tonight...

Voice: Ain't this some shit?!

The crowd turns their attention to the stage and out comes Dominic Sanders with the EWC Undisputed Championship over his shoulder.

Sydney: YES! What a way to start this evening!

Sanders begins slowly walking down the ramp towards the ring to a chorus of boos.

Sanders: First I'm "invited" to participate in this show. Invited? For starters, why should I ever have to be invited to participate on EWC programming when I am the UNDISPUTED CHAMPION?! I can do whatever the hell I want!

Louder boos as Sanders climbs up onto the ring apron.

Sydney: He's got a bloody point!

Sanders: Second... a scaffold match? We are thirteen days away from my first successful Undisputed Championship defense and you're going to put me in a match that could possibly end my career with one bad step?!

The crowd erupts in cheers, Sanders looks around disgusted as he gets into the ring.

Sanders: And, finally, I was informed just moments ago that this second-rate program wouldn't even play my entrance music for me to come out to. THIS... THIS is how you treat the top top of this company?!

More cheers from the crowd as a "YOU DESERVE IT!" chant begins.

Sanders: Fine. That's fine. If you wanted a pissed off Dominic Sanders, you got him!

Sanders throws the microphone to the outside of the ring as he takes off his hoodie and raises the Undisputed Championship high in the air to a loud chorus of boos.

Watson: Folks, we've got bills to pay but stay tuned because I doubt Robbie Rayder is going take issue with this. He's been raring to go ever since this match was announced. Don't go away!

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SHOW OPENER
SCAFFOLD MATCH / NON-TITLE

ROBBIE RAYDER

VS DOMINIC SANDERS(C)

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Watson: Welcome back to Uprising and we are getting right to it. Dominic Sanders has already climbed up. Let's focus though. Scaffold match. That's a throwback, right? Well it's simple. Fall and you lose. And the fall, well take a look.

The area below the scaffold is stacked with tables.

Sydney: That isn't going to pad their fall. Someone is about to be picking wood chips out of their arse for weeks.

Starr: The following match is our show opener and is a scaffold match! First, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 270 pounds... EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION, DOMINIC SANDERS!

Dominic objected but he was up too high to do much about the error.

Starr: And his opponent, from Key West, Florida, weighing in at 205 pounds... ROBBIE RAYDER!

The lights go out in the arena then a fog covers the entrance. The lights slowly come up as Robbie Rayder, wearing long red tights and black boots, walks out through the fog and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to point at the ring. Rayder looks out at the crowd then motions over to Starr for a microphone. Isabelle runs over and hands Robbie a mic. He nods then walks half way down towards the ring.

Rayder: Cut the music.

The crowd goes silent as Rayder looks at Sanders.

Rayder: Dominic Sanders, two weeks ago. I felt like I was in a no-win situation in the chainbreaker, forced to team with a man I despise. Fate intervened and now, I'm going to Stranglemania. But tonight, this isn't a no-win situation for me.... but for you. Let's face it, you toss me off the scaffold and what do you earn? Nothing. You don't get a cookie. You don't get an atta-boy. You only get a checkmark in the win column and... that's it. Nothing else.

Rayder walks down the aisle and stops at ringside. He slams his hand on one of the tables then looks again at Sanders.

Rayder: But, if you happen to get tossed into the tables or you make one misstep and fall 25 feet down to the floor, you might just cost yourself not just a single match.... but EVERYTHING. An injury this late in the game would jeopardize your Main Event Match at Stranglemania. Not to mention if you do fall, then you're ripe pickings for any opponent at Stranglemania.

Rayder slowly climbs up the scaffold as the crowd cheers him on. He climbs up to the top and stands, looking at Sanders with a smile on his face.

Rayder: And for me? I win this match and I'm elevated to that next level and in prime position with a win over the Undisputed Champion. And if I lose, I'm just back where I belong, according to you and everyone else. So I just went from a No-Win Situation... to a No-Lose Situation. Dominic, Let's see how well you fly.

Rayder drops the mic off the side of the scaffold. The official below calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Both men stand on opposite sides of the scaffold. Twenty feet apart. Dominic Sanders' expression was one of indignation but Robbie Rayder? He was absolutely ready. For a multitude of reasons, he had been waiting for an opportunity to face this man one on one. For once, Sanders large body was a disadvantage for him as Robbie creeped closer to him on the wooden platform. Dominic steeled himself and let go of the support, looked down, shook his head, and then looked at his opponent with that disarming arrogant smirk. Robbie showed just how risky he was willing to be and at the right moment, he ran at Dominic and peppered him right in the side of the head with a forearm smash. Dominic stumbled backwards, and the crowd gasps as he grabs the the top of the steel ladder to brace himself. Rayder put the boots to the Undisputed champion as he held onto the steel as if his life depended on it. Robbie grabbed onto Dominic's shoulder but gets shoved away.

He goes to close to the distance again but Dominic kicked at Robbie and gets a well placed shot to the knee cap. Robbie's knee slammed into the platform and it rattled against the frame. The champ put the squeeze on Rayder with a front face lock, intending to spike Robbie with the simple but effective DDT but Robbie realized his peril. He jabbed at Dominic's ribcage, forcing the hold loosen, and then shouldered Dominic backfirst into the steel! For just a moment, the scaffold shifted as the supports that anchored the structure scraped against the concrete. The crowd was hushed as Robbie, a man possessed tried to dump Dominic over the ladder backwards!

Watson: I honestly can't believe what I'm seeing here. These matches aren't new but it doesn't make it any easier to watch. It's barbaric.

Sydney: And that's why I love it, mate!

Out of desperation, Dominic flailed his arms forward and managed to jam his thumb right into Robbie's eye! Rayder stumbled backwards and after a moment of recovery, Dominic stormed forward and got back body dropped right into the middle of the platform, by just plain luck, he wasn't launched to the tables below. He flattened himself and before Robbie can turn around and do much, Dominic reached up and grabbed ahold of his boot, tripping the FSW star forward. From there they tussled, resembling more of a fight for survival then a wrestling match. The scaffold they rolled about on made that abundantly clear. At this point, they both came perilously close to both falling off the scaffold. Dominic used his size advantage to pin Robbie down to the platform and hammer down rights and lefts. Robbie could only put his forearms over his face to deflect the blows. Dominic, teeth gritted, pried apart Robbie's arms and used that moment to reel back his right hand. It came down and hits all wood. That deflection allowed Robbie to knee Dominic right in the chest. He climbed to his feet and kicked and stomped at Dominic. The beating was relentless as Robbie's assault pushed Dominic closer and closer to the edge. Dominic's eyes widened as he was inches away from tumbling backwards. And not to save him, but to punish him further, Robbie grabbed a handful of Sanders' hair and popped him right in the nose. He reeled back again and Dominic grabbed Robbie by the tights and hit him with between the legs. Robbie's knees buckled inwards as he fell to the side. Dominic kicked at Robbie's midsection and his lower half went off the scaffold.

Watson: Oh my God, this is too much to watch!

Sydney: It's beautiful.

Robbie's legs kicked in the air as he tried to claw his way back onto the scaffold. His head dodged Dominic's boots and he had hefted himself over back on the scaffold nearly when the heel of Dominic's boot went right into the back of his right hand. His body slipped further down. He held on with his left and Dominic crawled over to that hand, blood trickling down his nostrils, and smiled as he bent Robbie's fingers back, one by one. Dominic with his free hand shoved away any effort for Robbie to climb back up. Almost in slow motion, Robbie fell from the scaffold and crashed into the tables!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION, DOMINIC SANDERS!

Watson: That was sick. What was that even for? What was even the damn point?

Sydney: To see if Robbie can fly. Mystery solved. He can't.

Watson: Damn it, Cid. I've got nothing to say about this. Just go to commercial.

Dominic slowly climbed down, nearly falling off the ladder as he clutched his lower back. Officials helped drag Robbie Rayder from the wreckage of half a dozen stacked tables. His eyes were open and he was moving, which was a good sign, but his breaths were labored. The ring crew goes about cleaning up the mass of broken tables and tearing down the evil looking scaffold that loomed overhead.

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Draco, during the break, came out to the ring. In his hand is a huge packet of papers...

Lazarus: Ladies and losers, I would like to present to you a list of 100 reasons why Robbie Rayder is a nobody who doesn't deserve to share my spotlight...

Watson: Draco Lazarus, the phrase "self-satisfied" doesn’t quite cut it.

Sydney: He’s always been a humble sort of guy, that’s for sure.

Draco flipped open the cover sheet and lifted the microphone to further honor them with his genius, but before he could continue he was interrupted by the sound of amplified applause. A slow and sinister clapping resounded over the arena. It sounded like an axe hacking at the trunk of a hollow tree. From the stage The Mercenary glared down the ramp at the ring. Stopping his ovation with a sarcastic flourish he raised a microphone of his own.

Mercenary: Draco. Draco. DRACO! My man! What can I say about your master plan last week. I’m sayin’, Work of genius! The way you played everyone in The Chainbreaker match against one another until You and your unwitting partner Robbie Rayder were the last team standing. I mean you had everyone running around like little puppets dancing for your delight. And while your opponents were kept busy doing dirty deeds on each other before the match even started, you just sat back and played date night with The Champ Melody Malone.

In the ring- chuckling the whole time- Draco gave an exaggerated shrug with a "who me?" expression and a wide grin.

Mercenary: Yeah, that’s right. And I’m sure she was just sooo impressed by how you played a game on everybody. You kept all eyes looking everywhere else but at you, and in the end you swept in and reaped the rewards of all that chaos. It really was very well done.

Draco smirked and shook his head.

Lazarus: And what exactly is your point big guy? I mean you’re not telling me anything that I haven’t already said myself, and with a much more compelling narrative. I don’t know what you’re so pissed off about anyway. At least you got something out of the whole deal. That’s more than some of those suckers got. I mean you did get the cash I gave your girl right? For services rendered? Paid in full.

Sydney: I knew it. Draco hired himself a hitman. I knew some cold hard cash must have exchanged hands last week to put all those pieces in play.

Watson: And it looks like The Mercenary is a man who lives up to the monicker. He’s nothing more than muscle for hire. That’s actually kind of a disappointment.

Sydney: But not a shock Tim. Not a shock at all.

The crowd boos loudly at this revelation and The Mercenary looks annoyed.

Mercenary: MY girl was acting in what she thought was our best interest. She got into bed with you…

Draco laughs out loud.

Lazarus: Yeah. "Gettin’ in bed" with people seems to be what that chick does a lot.

Mercenary scowled deeply at the interruption and the implication.

Mercenary: SHE made the deal with you without consulting me first, but we still did your dirty work. We let ourselves be distracted and our lack of focus cost us a shot at the TV title, an opportunity that You went on to claim for yourself.

Lazarus: And I still fail to see your point. You got your money. I got my title shot. As far as I’m concerned that concludes our business big boy. We are done, and I’m moving on to get myself some gold. End of story.

Mercenary: It is that? It is the end of that story. But I just thought I would add a little epilogue to your tale of victory. I thought you might want to know where all that money went.

Draco shook his head and shrugged again, mugging confusion and exasperation for the crowd.

Lazarus: I don’t know man. I just assumed you spent it all on leather jackets and a crate full of fishnet stockings and black lipstick for your lady friend. I don’t really give a moist wet handful of crap what you did with it. Now you’re just wasting my time here. Get to the point. Are you looking for another job or something, because I’m all through hiring goons for the time being.

Mercenary: No Draco. I’m not looking for a job. In point of fact, Dalilah has already invested your money by creating a few jobs of her own.

From behind Draco two huge figures, each dressed completely in black, jump the railing and slide into the ring. Each man is wearing a black bandanna over their face bandito style. Draco half turns in time to get a boot square in the gut. He doubles over and the other man kicks him in the side of the head. Draco drops the microphone and falls down dazed. The two men put the boots to him as the crowd goes crazy with confusion.

Sydney: What in the world is this about?

Watson: Two guys from the crowd are stomping Draco Lazarus in the middle of the ring.

Sydney: Where the hell is the security. Can we get some help out here please?

One of the men, a large bald man, picks Draco up by the legs, holding him in the wheelbarrow position while his long haired companion climbs to the top turnbuckle. He pauses for a second to gain his balance before dropping a vicious guillotine leg drop on the back of Draco’s neck. On the stage Mercenary has been joined by Dalilah Ashe who cackles with pleasure at the damage being done in the ring. The pair walk to the ring to join the two assailants where they stand over Draco, who is holding his neck and trying to regain his orientation. Mercenary sticks the toe of his motorcycle boot under Lazarus's chin, lifting his face so that he is forced to look up at Dalilah. He kicks Draco over onto his back. Dalilah straddles him seductively and squats to sit on his chest. She screams and laughs like a maniac before striking and slapping him several times in the face. She then reaches into her pants and pulls out a crumpled hundred dollar bill. She unwads the bill and rubs it in his face before stuffing the money into Draco’s mouth causing him to choke and spit.

Sydney: Oh no. She’s giving him the Million Dollar treatment.

Watson: And who knows where that filthy bill has been. This is terrible Cid.

Dalilah stands and takes the microphone from The Mercenary.

Ashe: I told you Draco. I told you that it would not be a good idea not to be our friend. And the way you tried to play ME and My Man. THAT was NOT VERY FRIENDLY of you. But I hope that you are happy that your money was put to good use. After all, I took a cue from you and bought some allies of my own.

To the left and right of Draco the two men pull down their masks. When Mercenary sees their faces revealed he does not wear a happy expression.

Sydney: If I’m not mistaken Tim that looks to be Malice. The last time we saw him in an EWC ring he was getting his ass handed to him week after week over on Rampage.

Watson: It’s been a long time since we’ve seen him on EWC TV but it looks like he’s returned with a little back up this time.

Sydney: I wouldn’t exactly call either of these guys "little" Tim, but what the hell is their association with Dalilah Ashe and The Mercenary?

Mercenary drops out of the ring and heads to the back. Dalilah watches him go with a slight hint of concern, laughing almost nervously before she shouts at the crowd and leaves the ring herself, flanked by her hired hit squad. In the ring Draco has pulled himself up on the middle rope. He is coughing and is as confused as the crowd, who are growing restless and getting loud.

Watson: Well Cid, I guess we won’t be getting any answers this week, but I have to say that Draco will most likely be thinking a little harder about who is does business with in the future.

Sydney: To be sure Tim. That woman is missing more than a few screws.

Watson: Well, let's cleanse ourselves of that little bit of business.

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GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY QUALIFIER #1

ANTHONY GRUNGE

VS SCOTTY GRAYSE
VS NINA SAMSON

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Watson: Before we were rudely interrupted... well, twice...

Sydney: If the Undisputed Champion interrupted me, I would be honored. Mercenary, I could take him or leave him.

Watson: That's called being a sycophant. Anyway, we have a very interesting show for you all. A TV title match, a huge six person elimination match but tonight is all about this Golden Opportunity. There has been a huge amount of speculation about just what it is. But look up. There is a shiny gold briefcase hanging overhead and six lucky folks will compete in a ladder match free for all for that briefcase. But before that? They have to qualify. Let's go to our first bout. New FSW star Anthony Grunge makes his debut and he is posed to become a huge star as he had been on Brawl for years. He takes on Scott Grayse and Nina Samson who look to rebound from defeats.

Sydney: I love Grunge. He's a wild man. The rest? Who cares.

Watson: Very professional.

Starr: The following match is a Golden Opportunity Qualifier! First, from Burbank, California, weighing in at 200 pounds... ANTHONY GRUNGE!

"Beautiful Day" by U2 starts to play as Anthony Grunge makes his way down to the ring.

Starr: And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 122 pounds... NINA SAMSON!

Pink strobe lights start floating around the arena as "Commitment" by Leann Rimes suddenly bursts through the speakers. Nina Samson steps out onto the stage.

Starr: And her opponent, from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 245 pounds... SCOTT GRAYSE!

It becomes ominously quiet in the arena and everything goes black. The MacTron lights up showing blood dripping from a hammer, Scott Grayse's hammer known as Helen. "#BASH" is seen as "Reborn" by Stone Sour blares and the lights come on to see Scott Grayse standing on the ramp glaring into the ring.

DING DING DING

The three stars stand in the middle of the ring. Each have had less than complimentary things to say about each other but Nina Samson was surprisingly the first to strike. She knocked Grayse into the ropes, charged forward, and got back body dropped over the top rope for her trouble. The agile as a cat Samson landed on the apron. Maybe to her disadvantage because long time vet, aiming for Grayse, shoulder tackles the young woman off the apron. Grayse pounced on the distraction just like that and spiked Grunge with the 50 Shades of Grayse double underhook DDT but only for a two count. Looking to end the contest early, he goes for Lights Out but Grunge ducked under the superkick and caught the hammer man with a reverse neckbreaker. He climbed to his feet and right into a huge diving crossbody from Nina Samson!!

Watson: These three are hungry for whatever hat opportunity entails. It's rapid fire!

Sydney: Nina has got some fire in her belly ever since he lunkhead cousin got clocked with a crock pot. Who would have thought?

Samson slowed the match down finally, leaving Grayse by the wayside with a dropkick that sent him sprawling over the top rope. She then showed Grunge what she was capable of unloading on the new FSW star with a flurry of martial arts kicks. She kept the man grounded with well placed kicks to the shoulders and to the back of his knees. However, it's when she went up top for a Crow's Feet missile dropkick when Grunge swiped her feet away. The veteran then took over. Grayse tried to get back into the action and was thwarted with a clothesline that sent him over the top rope again. Nina tried to surprise Grunge with the Slash of Nina spear but Grunge dodged her like a matador and sent her shoulder first into the ring post through the turnbuckles. Grayse almost enraged at being left out, clobbered Grunge from behind and flatlined Grunge with the Grayse Effect brainbuster suplex ... but out of necessity, a pained Nina Samson broke up the pin with a elbow to Grayse's back. As Grayse got to his feet, Nina dropkicked him in the face and he stumbled backwards out of the ring. Grunge, still a little woozy, grabbed Nina by the shoulder. He lifted Nina into the air for some semblance of a vertical suplex but a nasty knee to the temple ended that attempt. Nina pulled Grunge down into a small package and Grayse was a split second too late to break up the pin!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall and advancing to the Golden Opportunity... NINA SAMSON!

Watson: That one was for Uriah! Congratulations, young lady.

Sydney: Uriah is an idiot. And from Texas. Redundant, I know.

Watson: Thanks for alienating a good portion of our fans. Speaking of alienating fans, we reportedly have Faith Rivers backstage.

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As scenes switch to the parking lot area, Faith Rivers is seen getting out of her car. After slamming the car door shut, Faith approaches the camera before speaking into it.

Rivers: Hello Faithful Army of Mine. I’m sure you’re all wondering what I’m doing here tonight? I mean, it’s not like I’m scheduled in any matches tonight. But I don’t really need a reason to be here, do I? Though it’s not like I’m without one.

A smile slowly spreads over her features.

Rivers: The FSW GM, whoever that may be, wanted me to do commentary in Tyler’s match tonight. And who am I to say no to the boss? That wouldn’t make me a very good employee. So I hope Miss Quest is ready to show me something. With any luck, she’ll be able to redeem herself in my eyes, since she wasn’t able to do a damn thing for me in that Chainbreaker!

Saying mean things toward Tyler probably wasn’t the best move. It earns her a mixed reaction from her Army. Momentarily, Faith looks like she wants to say something to fix the situation. She even starts to open her mouth, but then shakes her head instead before heading inside as we cut elsewhere.

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Tyler is on her way to the ring as Lisa Goldrush stops her midway. Lisa has a concerned look on her face as Tyler looks at her.

Quest: What Lisa?

Goldrush: Tyler, how are you feeling heading into this match? Did you just hear what Faith said about you?

Tyler takes a deep breath.

Quest: No, I really don't care. And by the way, I'm feeling great Lisa. My knee doesn't hurt and I'm one hundred percent focused on getting past Joe Doe.

Goldrush: What about Faith Rivers? Do you plan on seeking revenge after what transpired between the two of you in recent weeks?

Quest: After I win this golden opportunity, I will hunt down Faith Rivers. I will pay her back for trying to injure me. I don't care how long it will take because I'm going to savor the moment. For now, It's QUESTING TIME!

Tyler pats Lisa on the shoulder before running off towards the stage.

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The sound of the crowd cheering can be heard in the locker room area of the Cow Palace. The Mercenary is cramming his gear into a leather sports bag. He is rushed and seems angry about something. Dalilah Ashe enters the room with a worried expression on her face.

Ashe: Mike, baby, what's wrong with you? Wasn't that what you wanted. I mean that was freakin' awesome. We taught that pompous ass a lesson he should remember for awhile. We showed him what happens when someone crossed us. Merc... baby... c'mon.

She reaches for him but he pulls roughly away from her, causing her to take a step backwards.

Mercenary: What the hell is HE doing here Lilah!?! I mean it. Why is he here?

Ashe: Baby? Baby! I thought you'd be happy.

Merc throws her a hateful look before he slams his way out the door leaving Dalilah with her hands in the air and a desperate look on her face as she watches him leave. A moment later a woman's voice can be heard off camera. The camera pans over to reveal a familiar face.

Lacey Savage: Don't worry honey. He'll come around. You'll help him see this is in his best interest. WE'LL help him see reason. It'll all be okay. This is just the beginning of a very lucrative relationship.

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GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY QUALIFIER #2

O'RION

VS FREYA HOBS

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Watson: I'm not sure what happened to Faith Rivers for her to say things like that. Quest is such a nice woman.

Sydney: She's tired of being a loser. And I like it. And speaking of losers, who do we have next?

Watson: And how about all of this stuff involving Mercenary and this crew of his?

Sydney: Look, one pussy motorcycle gang is enough. Now we got one here, too?

Watson: You're a fool, Cid. Next up, we have the debut of O'Rion who has made a splash recently calling out Draco Lazarus and the official singles debut of Shock and Awe member Freya Hobs. Let's see how she does without Curtis Mars by her side. One of the new FSW stars will get into tonight's main event.

Sydney: I have it on good authority that she smells like beef.

Starr: The following match is a Golden Opportunity Qualifier! First, from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing in at 200 pounds... O'RION!

Pyros hit and "O'Rion" by Metallica starts to play as the arena darkens. O'Rion runs out from the back, sporting a black leather jacket. He makes his way down to the ring with a smile on his face.

Starr: And his opponent, from Oymyakon, Russia, weighing in at 160 pounds... FREYA HOBS!

Lights go completely black and right as 'I'll Go Until My Heart Stops'- 36 Crazyfists plays. The lights begin to flash purple and gold and from the back jumps Freya Hobs. She throws her arms back with a yell as the pyros go off. She begins her walk down the ramp.

DING DING DING

Hobs goes right after the Huntsman, wailing on him with wild rights and lefts. The rope break was the only reprieve for O'Rion as the referee got between The Savage Viking and him. The two fan favorites were a styles clash for sure. Hobs showed just how powerful she was when she surprised O'Rion with a mat shaking body slam. She bellowed at the young man that she wanted a fight. Shaking that off, O'Rion eventually got into the swing of things when he reversed a powerbomb into a sitout facebuster. From there it was one high flying move after another, capped off by his shooting star press DDT, Alnitak! But only for a two count via Freya's leg on the ropes. He went for it all with O'Rion's Belt but Freya savagely elbowed out of the fireman's carry and effectively grounded the high flyer with release full nelson suplex.

Watson: That was a nasty looking piece of business from Freya Hobs. It's like she was just waiting to catch him with that one.

Sydney: You see her on Brawl, mate? I'm telling you one thing. She doesn't shower more than twice a year, I bet. That's how she does it. O'Rion can barely take it.

Freya kept on the offensive hitting a number of huge suplexes that could have been throws. By the third t-bone suplex, though, she seemed winded and there was just a hitch as she lifted O'Rion in the air. He found out of it with elbow to the side of the neck and came down with with a spike DDT for a two count. O'Rion once again went for Orion's Belt but Freya slipped behind and locked in a reverse waistlock. She shouldered him into into turnbuckle chest first and violently whipped him back into the ring with a bridging german suplex. The referee got down low and counted Orion's shoulders on the mat for the three count!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall and advancing to the Golden Opportunity... FREYA HOBS!

Watson: Matt Mercer is usually good but this time he messed up. Freya's shoulders were on the mat, too. At the same time.

Sydney: Look at you, crying about the referee's decision.

Freya celebrates with her hand raised but the crowd reacts as a replay is shown and it shows that that both competitors' shoulders were on the mat. O'rion protests but Mercer is adamant that he made the right call due to the offensive maneuver being the deciding hold. The crowd boos, no fault of Hobs, at the referee as he raises her arm again. O'Rion shook his head dejectedly as he exited the ring.

Watson: Not the best way to debut at all but I have a feeling O'Rion will rebound. Anyway, Lisa Goldrush has one of the participants of the All-Star Eliminator with her backstage.

Uprising cuts to backstage...

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Backstage we see Lisa Goldrush looking at her cell phone. Gabrielle Visconty walks around the corner and up to Lisa.

Gabi: Hey Lisa, I need a little favor.

Goldrush: What's going on, Gabrielle? I don't have the phone anymore. 

Gabi pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket and hands it to Lisa.

Gabi: Just see that gets to the GM's attention. It's a simple request. This being my last Uprising and all.

Gabi pats Lisa on the shoulder as she walks off. Lisa looks down at the paper in her hand and starts to unfold it. Uprising goes to commercial.

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GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY QUALIFIER #3

JOE DOE

VS TYLER QUEST

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Sydney: I bet Gabi is asking for my cell phone number!

Watson: I wouldn't hold your breath on that. Also, since Cid didn't want to ... welcome back! Two have qualified but we have four more spots. Joe Doe takes on Tyler Quest. Someone our guest is very familiar with.

Rivers is shown at the announcer's table in the guest's chair. Her arms are folded over her chest as she stares ahead into the ring.

Rivers: Are you talking about last week? Where she just gave up and lost my chance at the TV title?

Sydney: And after you took her under your wing, for shame.

Watson: To be fair, you ended that match, Faith.

Rivers: I'm not here to argue with you. I meant what I said. Let's see if Tyler can manage to not be a disappointment.

Starr: The following match is a Golden Opportunity Qualifier!

"It's my life" by Bon Jovi starts playing. After about two minutes Joe Doe steps through the curtain with his manager Sweet Mike following him with a shovel in his hand. They both stand there and scan the crowd before walking to the ring.

Starr: First, accompanied by Sweet Mike, now residing somewhere in the USA, weighing in at 200 pounds, JOE DOE!

They both reach the ring, Joe climbs the ropes and scans the crowd once more while Sweet Mike just smiles and places his shovel on one corner of the ring.

Watson: This should be a great match. Both Tyler Quest and Joe Doe are amazing talents, but I'm not quite sure Sweet Mike will let us enjoy this match.

Sydney: I'm not too sure either. But I guess we'll see.

Sweet Mike takes a microphone in his hand and smiles while waiting for the fans to be silent.

Sweet Mike: Ladies and gents, welcome to the FSW show.

Sweet Mike starts pacing in the ring while Joe Doe is just standing with his arms folded.

Sweet Mike: A lot of people have had questions about what happened with Matt Angel and this shovel.

Sweet Mike points at a shovel at the corner of the ring and fans start booing him like crazy.

Sweet Mike: Are you gonna do this all night? Because I can equally stand here all night and this show won't go on. Now, is that what you want?

The fans booing goes down after a few seconds.

Sweet Mike: I didn't think so. You all wanna hear why I did what I did? I don't owe any of you short minded people an explanation. Also... I will not waste my breath talking about Matt Angel. Maybe I'll just say one thing about him. Joe Doe will climb a ladder tonight after victimising Tyler Quest to grab his golden opportunity, while Matt will be nowhere near that. Now let that sink in.

Sweet Mike: What we have to talk about is the state of the FSW. We have talentless guys like Anthony Grunge coming into this place in numbers. The person who claims to be the 'god' of this place just got old. The number one contender to the FSW is a PRIME superstar. It's clear the FSW needs saving. FSW... worry not... your savior is here.

The fans continue booing and chants Matt Angel's name. Joe takes the mic from Sweet Mike.

Joe: Shut up! It doesn't matter how loud you shout his name, he's not coming, do you even believe he's here tonight. You better get used to seeing this face right here.

Rivers: Maybe Joe buries Tyler before I get the chance. It would be a darn shame.

Starr: And his opponent, from Angel Falls, South Carolina, weighing in at 122 pounds... TYLER QUEST!

"Lose It" begins to play as Tyler Quest suddenly steps through the curtains. She is smiling from ear to ear while waving at the audience. She points to both sides before sprinting down the ramp. She slides into the ring, flips onto her back and kips up to her feet. She caps it off with a backflip off the corner turnbuckle closes to her.

DING DING DING

Right off the bat, Sweet Mike told Joe to go right to for her knee but Joe was starting to get very crafty in the ring and instead opted to wrestle this match with a rare power advantage. Tyler proved to be slippery but eventually the South African caught her with power move after power move. A step behind, Quest ducked under Joe's Nap Time clothesline only for Joe to kick backwards right at her knee. From there, he channel resident submission artist Greg Samuels with a nasty looking knee bar right in the middle of the ring. Tyler Quest crawled and struggled towards the ropes and slowly but surely, she managed to get a hand on the rope. Joe Doe, showing a particular nasty streak, holds onto that knee bar as the referee began to count to five for a possible submission. In that window of time and behind the referee's back, Sweet Mike chokes Tyler Quest against the bottom rope. The referee turned around and Mike was half away around the ring, looking totally innocent.

Watson: That's just disgraceful.

Rivers: Maybe Ms. Quest shouldn't be so clumsy and she wouldn't be in this situation.

Sydney: Faith, maybe I was wrong about you...

Rivers: Save it. This isn't about appeasing you. My army has my back and that's all I need.

Joe Doe dragged Tyler Quest back to the middle of the ring to sink in another knee bar but he gets caught right in the mouth with a kick. Slowly, Tyler got to her feet. Joe cut her off with a knee to the gut and nearly said Goodnight with his hammerlock DDT but Quest fought out of it with a stiff shot to gut. She hobbled about but when Joe tried to whip her into the ropes, she reversed and following in quickly with her Falls of Quest flying cross chop that sent Joe Doe out of the ring and right onto Sweet Mike. She left the ring and kicked the shovel away from Sweet Mike. She grabbed him up by the scruff of his shirt and shoved him backwards, inadvertently into Faith Rivers at the announcer's table! The impact sent Faith head over heels out of the chair! Doe tried to take advantage by grabbing Quest by the hair from the apron and lift her up but she spun around and dropped Joe neck first on the top rope. The referee turned around to check on Joe as he grabbed his throat. Tyler looked like she was about to springboard up over the ropes when Faith Rivers chop blocked the back of her leg!! The referee turned around to see Faith no where close to the action. Quest collapsed to the mat in agony and this allowed for Joe for send her to Dream Land with his backward 450 splash off the top rope! Joe Doe scored the huge pinfall victory with an assist to Faith Rivers!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall and advancing to the Golden Opportunity... JOE DOE!

Watson: Whatever happened to the nice Joe?

Sydney: He's gone. Sweet Mike is teaching him how to win and it shows.

Joe and Sweet Mike clear the ring, celebrating their big victory but also to prepare for tonight. Tyler Quest remains in the ring, heartbroken over her lost. Faith Rivers joins her, mic in hand. Quest tries to stand but like a snake, Faith strikes with a boot to the knee.

Rivers: You don't have a leg to stand on, Tyler. And next time on Uprising? You won't then either. I've had enough of you being in my way and holding me down. Just like right now, I'll be standing over you. But next time, I'll be the Last Woman Standing.

She tossed the microphone down at Tyler and walks past her with no respect shown.

Watson: And what happened to the nice Faith Rivers? This place is starting to twist people.

Sydney: You're such a baby. Faith Rivers finally stands up for her career and you doubt her? Who are you to doubt Faith Rivers?

Watson: Tyler Quest didn't deserve this. Nobody does. Let's...let's just go to the back.

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We cut to the back to see the one, the only, Gil Griffin - SUPER SLEUTH standing there thinking.

Griffin: Okay. Not Greg Samuel. If I carry the two, my math takes me next to Faith Rivers. SURELY she is this FSW. Now, if only I knew where to find h...

Gil is interrupted by a familiar voice.

Voice: Jesus Christ...

Gil turns to his left and notices his former best friend Dominic Sanders approaching him. Sanders is walking off some soreness as he approaches Gil. He also has tissues stuffed in his nostrils to stop the nosebleed from earlier.

Sanders: So this? This is what you do now? Good God that is pathetic.

Gil steps up into Sanders' face.

Griffin: What in the hell do you want?

Sanders: Easy, Gilly boy. We both know that I can break you into pieces. All I am saying is that you're wasting your precious time... wait... no you're not. You literally have NO life right now.

Griffin: I'm contracted by Uprising. That's plenty for me.

Sanders: Contracted by whom? The very person you're searching for? Don't you know just how ridiculous that sounds?

Gil stops to think for a second before looking Sanders in the eyes.

Griffin: Hey... how do I know YOU aren't this FSW being?

Sanders lets out a chuckle as he pulls out his can of Copenhagen long cut.

Sanders: Please, Gil. You used to be smarter than that. Do you really think I would waste my time playing games with all of these minor league wrestlers?

Griffin: Oh, you mean the same minor league wrestlers like Gabi Vee and Robbie Rayder who almost had you beaten these last couple of weeks?

Sanders gets serious for a moment before grabbing the hat off of Gil's head, dropping it on the ground, and stomping on it.

Sanders: Oops. My bad... Watch your back, Gil. You never know who might come out of nowhere to surprise you...

Sanders begins walking away. He stops, turns back to Gil, and snaps his fingers.

Sanders: Oh yeah. By the way... not Faith Rivers. She's the dullest person on this roster... not a chance in hell she's THAT clever.

Sanders walks away packing his Copenhagen can as Gil pulls out his notepad and crosses Faith Rivers' name out.

Griffin: Faith Rivers... check.

We cut to commercial.

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Sydney: Welcome back, you rotten scoundrels!

Watson: I still can't believe that Gil is still playing detective. I'm looking forward to him uncovering this mystery.

Sydney: (mocking) I can't believe the...shut up, Tim. Do you even--

Before Sydney can finish, the lights in the arena dim to an eerie darkness. The Mactron springs to life..

Male Voice: Okay, so the guy took a slug in the arm. Wooptie freakin' doo!

Watson: Is that the Golden Gate Bridge?

Sydney: That's only about half an hour from the arena.

Male Voice: You know, they say that out on the West Coast everyone is laid back and relaxed. Easy-going. Care-fucking-free. Well then it looks like California's biggest hard-ass made the mistake tonight of walking in to the bowling alley that happens to be frequented by this carefree individual you now hear.

The man's voice is clean cut, with a hefty east coast accent that can't quite be pinned down to any specific state or city.

Male Voice: Now hear me out, totally against the right to bear arms. See, there's a whole lot of east coast elite still embedded in this membrane...

The camera pans across the choppy waters underneath the Golden Gate Bridge.

Male Voice: ...BUT...there comes a time in one man's life when he must usurp what is rightfully his. You see, a lot of you listening may know a relative of mine. Quite a close relative, in fact. That old, fading husk of a human is dwindling away in an upstate New York retirement home. That person wanted me to be under their wing, all those years ago. Now look at me, here I am. Right where you wanted me to be, and I didn't need to be patronized by you to GET HERE!!

The camera catches the passing cars whirring by. The voice clears it's throat.

Male Voice: Sorry about that, we got off track there didn't we? Or did we? See my point is just like that person wanted to control my world, Fake Mr. Steroid Era Scott Steiner from the bowling alley wanted to control how many shots of Tullamore Dew yours truly would be able to have at the bar. So, I shot him in the arm and took the entire handle of Tulle' for myself. Easy peasy, lemon squeegee. That's the saying, right?

The camera pans to catch the shadow of the source of the voice.

Male Voice: Ah, ah...not too close there, cameraman. There was a hefty sum of money involved in ensuring you wouldn't put me on camera, isn't that right?

The camera tilts up and down with the motion of the cameraman's nod.

Male Voice: There you go. Hold on, let me see that shot though. That doesn't look too bad. Hold it on the shadow, I like that. Now where was I?

The camera holds on the, now moving, shadow of the source.

Male Voice: Ah, right. SO...turns out there won't be an awe-inspiring appearance by moi at the Cow Palace tonight for you ravenously faithful fans. Turns out that police respond to a scene very quickly in Daly City, so it was so long Daly and hello Golden Gate. This is probably far enough to keep me safe, right? Let's hope so.

The male voice hums a bit and scats a few random, unintelligible words.

Male Voice: There was so much to say, really it's a bit disappointing. There was the adulation for Dominic Sanders and the fantastic run that he’s been on, for years now. In fact when Dom began his run of excellence, I was on occasion meandering the back halls of the EWC arenas. That’s in the past though! Old news, not very interesting. What’s interesting is these young studs, huh? I mean folks, this is a golden era here in EWC. Xavier Reid, Hope Diamond, Ito, Darius, Ace King, Curtis Mars, Nevaeh! Boy, oh boy! My pants are a little bit tighter in the groin region now for some reason.

The male voice clears its throat once more.

Male Voice: Now if I failed to mention your name so far, it’s probably because I don’t think you’re good enough. Don’t worry though! It doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you, and it doesn’t mean that this message isn’t for you...

The camera jostles around, falls to the ground, and sends shattered glass flying in all directions. A tussle can be heard off camera. Several grunts. Then a man falls to the ground in front of the camera’s lens. The man dons a EWC Staff baseball cap and jacket. His face is bloodied and his glasses appear to broken. From off camera, the source of the male voice clears his throat once more.

Male Voice: Everyone in that locker room is on notice! I shot a guy for not serving me alcohol, and I think I might have just paralyzed this guy right here for filming my fucking shadow. Something that I specifically told him not to do.

The male voice lets out a deep sigh as the camera jostles around again and begins to pan along the choppy waters once more.

Male Voice: (angrily, aggressively) NOW...what do you all think I’m going to do to you, with you all standing in between myself and whatever the hell I want in this federation? Probably nothing too pleasant, eh? It’s tough times ahead for all of you back there, cowering behind your win-loss record and your accolades. None of that means a thing anymore. The apocalypse has begun, the old world is dead. All that matters now is whether you’ve beaten me...and you don’t even know who I am yet! Don’t you love it, folks? Isn’t this going to be fun?

The voice cackles with glee. The previously indifferent and confused fans in the Cow Palace now stand and cheer.

Crowd: SHOW YOUR FACE! SHOW YOUR FACE! SHOW YOUR FACE!

Male Voice: Oh, how I love you people already! Not yet though, not tonight. Tonight we leave the superstars in the locker room, and sitting on their fat asses at home, with a simple message...rough and choppy waters lie ahead.

The rough waters underneath the Golden Gate Bridge collide with the enormous beams holding it in the earth as the camera is sent over the edge of the railing, and descends rapidly before it slams against the tide.

Sydney: What, and who, in the absolute living hell was that?

Watson: Do you think I have any idea? I’ve been sitting next to you.

Sydney: You know that was rhetorical, you god damn twat.

Watson: Anyways, we have three stars qualified for the main event tonight but we have something different for you next. Two weeks ago, Killjoy Ito, not without controversy, defeated Gabrielle Visconty to claim the Television Championship. This being his first championship here in EWC.

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HOPE DIAMOND

VS KILLJOY ITO(C)

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Sydney: And it was about damn time. But even I have to admit that his challenger tonight is one cold customer. Hope Diamond was one elimination away last show from going to Stranglemania but we can blame Caslita's incompetence on that.

Watson: Hope Diamond got used by Draco - but that is it a moot point tonight because she gets a shot at redemption.

Sydney: I like her but I think Ito is just on fire lately. Tommy Love has that boy whipped into shape.

Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWC Television Championship! First, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 160 pounds... HOPE DIAMOND!

The intro of "Being Evil Has a Price" blasts out of the sound system. As the word "EVIL" appears in big sparkling letters on the titantron Hope appears on the top of the ramp and raises her arms to greet the booing fans with double rock horns. She mocks the fans' reactions by placing her raised index fingers left and right of her temples, mimicking devils horns.

Starr: And her opponent, accompanied by "The Memphis Mouthpiece" Tommy Love, from Toyko, Japan, weighing in at 235 pounds... THE EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION, KILLJOY ITO!

The lights fade out as ‘Deeper Deeper’ begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy Ito is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down. He swings around to face the camera and the ring as his manager ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love walks out onto the stage, his custom tennis racket in the air. He leads Killjoy to the ring as the fans heckle him but reach out to touch Killjoy.

Watson: There was some controversy in the past weeks leading up to this championship bout. Lou Thirteen, Hope Diamond's manager, petitioned to have Tommy Love banned from ringside. The FSW GM said they would take it under consideration. I see that's about it.

Sydney: Tommy Love is a licensed manager. He needs to be out there. Wait, what's this?

Hope Diamond's curiosity is peaked as she watches Tommy Love get handed a note from a ring crew member with a foxish grin. Tommy, always prepared, pulls a microphone from inside his breast pocket inside his suit jacket. He gives the note a cursory glance and slaps Ito on the back. Love smiles broadly as he begins to speak into the microphone.

Love: Ha! You meddling bitch, you think you can politic me out of my managerial duties. You must be letting the bleach seep into your brain, ya obtuse fucking bimbo. Listen here. Our esteemed General Manager has magnanimously declared that I am NOT banned from ringside!

Ito points at the back of the sheet.

Love: I got it! I got it! Oh, and there's some post script! Probably acknowledging my legendary status in this industry. Not Hope Diamond, people can't tell you from a big steaming pile of dog shit on the street and believe me, they give you a wide berth. The manager says, ha, listen to this: "Tommy Love will instead assist Killjoy Ito in defending his Television Championship against Hope Diamond. If Tommy is pinned or submitted, the championship will change hands. Consider this a lesson, Mr. Love."

Diamond simply grins. Love is hysteric.

Love: You double timing motherfucker! I'm no wrestler. Consider this match canceled. My client will defend his championship on a show not ran by a fucking phone!

He turns to leave. And is immediately denied by the four monsters in riot gear that we saw last time. They ... insist that Ito and Love enter the ring. Ito does, game as always. Love after throwing his jacket and his racket at the guards finally follows suit to start this handicap match.

DING DING DING

Hope Diamond waited in her corner as Love whispered into Ito's ear. He then pointed to the ring apron, holding up the tag rope. Ito turned to face Diamond. They met in the center of the ring. Despite all of this happening, there was an unspoken respect between these two fighters. While Hope gave little deference to Tommy Love, Ito was a different story. Hope, a tall woman, does not back down to Ito's size advantage. They lock up and Hope seemingly has been following her sometimes tag partner's strength regiment because for a moment, it was even. However when Ito felt like he was about to pushed into a neutral corner, he twisted out of the collar and elbow into an arm wrench. From there, he drove the the point of elbow into Hope's, driving her to a knee as he bent the arm and shoulder closer and closer into an unnatural position. That's how the early portion of the match went. Killjoy kept in control with weardown submissions and limb manipulation. Hope was on the defensive for a very long time.

Watson: I imagine Ito's plan is not have his partner tag in at all. Tommy Love is far from peak physical condition and I can't imagine what Hope would do if she got her hands on him.

Sydney: Tommy Love was and is still the man in professional wrestling. You don't know how many tapes I have of him raising hell in the ring. I mean, usually the guy's back was turned but that counts, right?

Tommy Love meanwhile taunted Hope on the ring apron when she fought out of one of the aforementioned submissions only to be yanked back into fireman's carry gut buster for a two count.

Love: Put her to sleep, champ. She's already done!

Ito circled around Hope, looking for his trademark coquina clutch but before anything could be locked in, Hope backed Ito into their corner. Tommy Love inadvertently slapped the champion's back. Referee Matt Mercer called for the legal tag! Love argued with but Hope used that distraction to shove Ito away, grab Love by the collar of his shirt and bring him in the hard away over the top rope! Ito blindsided her with a forearm to the side of the head and knocked her down. Seeing Love sucking wind, he dragged Love to the corner and managed to tag himself back into the contest. However, the momentum was slowly tilting to Hope's side in this contest. Ito was overconfident after securing a few more nearfalls and he was a little too fancy when he springboarded off the top ropes for Kushu. Hope caught him out of the air with a double knee facebreaker! And while she wasn't able to capitalize with a pinfall attempt, it created some needed separation.

Watson: What a phenomenal counter! Hope Diamond is abrasive and sometimes venomous in her words but she always brings it in the ring.

Sydney: I've been telling you this since day one, Tim. Pay attention.

From there, she targeted Ito's head and neck. She wrapped her thighs around his neck like a vice and bridged up, applying a disturbing amount of pressure. Ito clawed at her legs and twisted to his side to relieve the pressure. Finally he managed into roll over and nearly catch Hope with a jacknife pin but much to Ito's surprise, she nearly snuck out with the gold with a bridge out followed by a backslide pin. They retreated from each other. Tommy Love continued to run his mouth but gave Ito a wide berth as he came to the corner. Almost as if starting from zero, they circled each other again, feigning attacks. But Ito was the aggressor tonight. He went full force and came at with a huge forearm again hoping that she'd shy around from potentially getting smashed right in the face. While that may have been the case, Hope's whirlwind tour of the brands had steeled her game somewhat and she blocked the forearm, swiping it aside. She followed up with vicious chops and then kick to the knee, allowed her to step for Kanabo Kick - but Ito ducked and caught her by the leg, spinning her around - right into release tiger suplex that sent her half away across the ring!

Love: Tag me in!

Tommy's arm was outstretched and Ito gave him a confused look. He held up three fingers.

Love: That's right, Killjoy. I'm about to retain your championship for ya. Let me show you some old school Memphis brawling.

Love tags in, circled Hope with shark toothed grin, wound up his elbow and then executed a pretty stiff looking elbow drop on Hope's sternum. He, of course, executed a near perfect lateral press with a hook of the inside leg. Only for Hope to kick out at one.

Watson: Now that we've seen Tommy Love wrestle, l don't think we ever need to experience that again. He's gassed from one move!

Sydney: That elbow drop was a thing of beauty. It's not his fault that Hope spasmed from the pain and accidentally kicked out.

Watson: Accidentally!?

Love instinctively fled to tag back in Ito but Hope caught him by the bottom cuff of his slacks and tripped him up. The glasses went flying off his face and out of the ring! Love crawled on his elbows towards Ito but he was no match for Hope Diamond who's usually cool demeanor was replaced with one of annoyance and possibly anger. What occurred next could be described as a massacre. Killjoy Ito watched helplessly as Hope dragged Tommy from pillar to post, beating on him, tearing at his shirt, backhanding him right in the face.

Love: Get off me, you--

Diamond: Shut up!

That was followed up with a right hand that sent Love sprawling into a neutral corner. She followed him with a high knee but Love smartly or desperately ducked under and flopped on his belly. Hope's knee hit the turnbuckle cover and she collapsed to the mat. Love, with all of the speed of a snail, crawled towards Ito. This allowed Hope to recover. Like a potato sack, she hefted Tommy to his feet and continued the beatdown. In front of Ito, she blitzed his managers with chops and palm thrusts that sent Tommy into his corner. Ito tagged in, unknown to Hope but the ref sees it. She however cracked him in the mouth with a forearm and knocked him off the apron. Love, probably blind without his glasses, was helpless as Hope dragged Love to the middle of the ring and blasted him in the back of the head with the Kanabo Kick. Hope went down for the cover and was confused as Mercer refused to count the pinfall. Putting two and two together, she turned around, too late unfortunately, as Ito ran her through with the Kettei-da to retain his title!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall and still EWC Television Champion... KILLJOY ITO!

Ito grabs his title from the referee and kneels down to check on unconscious Tommy Love. Hope Diamond, disappointed in her strategic mistake in this match, rolls to the outside, away from the champion. She had been caught this time but her look said that it wouldn't happen again.

Watson: Killjoy Ito keeps the gold and maybe in some twisted way, Tommy Love helped. But he isn't awake to know that.

Sydney: How disrespectful of you.

Watson: Respect is a two way street, Cid. Hope Diamond still had to fight two men - even with one of them being a near useless lump. Let's move on. We've got three more qualifiers to go.

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GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY QUALIFIER #4

CHRIS MAVERICK

VS JEREMIAH KELSEY

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Watson: Next up the wild and unpredictable Chris Maverick returns to take on a man who seems to be battling against himself just as much as others. Jeremiah Kelsey looks to get back into the spotlight.

Sydney: Mr. Bullfrog is too afraid to commit and that is why Chris Maverick just may tear him apart.

Watson: Maverick has had a rough go but taking on Melody Malone and Killjoy Ito in back to back matches is no easy task. He looked impressive in defeat.

Sydney: Yeah, I know what you're saying. You're calling him a loser and that's damn rude.

Starr: The following match is a Golden Opportunity Qualifier!

A ring crew member, familiar to some with his kitsune like grin, slips a note at Isabelle's feet. She picks it up and reads it out loud.

Starr: The FSW General Manager would like to inform the audience that Jeremiah Kelsey and Chris Maverick will not be here tonight.

Sydney: I heard about this. Rumor is they both died. Too bad, huh?

Watson: Will you stop? I just got the same note. They had travel issues. They're alive and well, you fool.

Starr: Therefore neither of them will qualify for the Golden Opportunity.

Watson: Well, there we go, we've got an empty spot.

Sydney: Oh well...

Watson: Hold on, someone get a camera opposite TV side...

The camera cuts into the crowd where we see an ice cream vendor walking throughout the Cow Palace.

Vendor: ICE CREAM! GET YOUR ICE CREAM HERE!

We get a closer look and see that it's...

MAURICE YENSMAN?!

Fan: Yo! Aren't you Maurice Yensman?

Yensman: Yeah, what of it?

Fan: Well... you got fired two weeks ago!

Yensman: No shit, Sherlock! Do you want some ice cream or not?

Fan: From a loser like YOU? HELL NO!

Yensman: EAT MY ASS YOU TWAT!

Security steps in between Yensman and the fan. One of the Cow Palace managers approaches Maurice.

Manager: Mr. Yensman. I do not believe you are cut out for this job. I am sorry but...

Yensman: Yeah Yeah... I get it... same story different fuckin' day.

Yensman takes off his apron and hands it to the manager before lighting up a smoke and walking towards the concourse and out of the Cow Palace. We go to commercial.

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O'Rion is walking towards the parking garage of the arena when he stops him in his tracks. The four "guards" block his path. He drops his bag. One of them steps forward. O'Rion puts his fists up.

O'Rion: I'm not going out like any punk. Let's go, boys.

But instead, the man who stepped forward points to the ringside area. Suddenly, his phone chimes. He pulls it from his pocket and reads it himself out loud.

O'Rion: You're in. You're in?

Another chime.

O'Rion: Golden Opportunity. Holy hell, you don't have to tell me twice.

He gives the guards one more cursory look before grabbing up his bag and at a brisk pace, jogging back into the Cow Palace locker room area.

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GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY QUALIFIER #5

MONA FOX

VS JAMES LARSON

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Watson: O'Rion just added to the Golden Opportunity ladder match tonight. I don't get this GM. Why do they even care?

Sydney: The GM is a compassionate person clearly.

Watson: That's why Maurice Yensman is longer employed with the company. The GM still hasn't disclosed why he was fired.

Sydney: Good riddance.

Watson: You're heartless, Cid. Let's move on, I guess. Our first qualifier has two former partners. Well, that is using that term loosely. These two never got along and their trios match last week was doomed to fail when they left their partner to be decimated three-on-one. But now they can settle up.

Sydney: Mona Fox knows a loser when she sees one and James Larson? The biggest loser in FSW history.

Starr: The following match is a Golden Opportunity Qualifier! First, from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at 120 pounds... MONA FOX!

"War Cry" by Diamante begins to play as Mona Fox walks out. She stands on the stage, shaking her head as she makes her way to the ring. She smirks at the fans who are not pleased to see her.

Starr: And her opponent, currently homeless, weighing in at 198 pounds... JAMES LARSON!

The arena goes dark and the sound of chains rattling can be heard throughout the building. 2nd Sucks by A Day To Remember starts as spotlights turn on and focus down upon on the entrance. Then on the beat of the song James emerges from the curtain and raises his chain high into the air before heading to the ring.

DING DING DING

The White Fox wasted no time and uses the bell as the cue to blindside the long time FSW veteran. She kept him grounded with quick strikes to the knees and elbows. Larson tried to create separation but like a buzzsaw she kicked repeatedly at the side of the head. Larson was barely able to defend himself from the onslaught. He crawled to the corner but Mona followed him in and began lighting him up with vicious chops to the chest. Strangely enough, it was smelling salts to the Man of Chains. He grabbed Mona by the shoulders and overpowered her, slinging her into the corner. He started to repay her back with a heavy hands across the clavicle and then demonstrating his power advantage with a huge throw out of the corner. Mona had to fight on her heels now and she wasn't ready for the normally calm Larson to bring the fight like this. Larson gave a shock to the system when he bent her backwards with an inverted headlock backbreaker. He then hit a dropkick to the knees as she tried to get up and spiked her with a short DDT for a near fall. However when he had tried for the Chain Breaker, Mona held onto the ropes and retreated to the outside.

Watson: Mona Fox has yet to taste victory here in the EWC. You have to hope she didn't see James Larson as an easy target. He is a savvy veteran and could break free at any time.

Sydney: That's a load of bull. Mona Fox just showed how crafty she is by avoiding Larson's biggest move.

Larson tried to follow her out but trickery was afoot from Mona. She tripped up Larson into the steel steps. She then pushed him back first into the ring apron. She barely made it back into the ring by the ten count as she struggled to get Larson back into the ring. She scored a nearfall but when she with the Requiem, a springboard bulldog, Larson powered out of it with a back to belly suplex for a near count. Larson took over with heavy forearms and chops, he battled her into the corner. He blocked a right hand and knocked her back into the turnbuckle. Larson lifted her up in a front face lock and seated on her on the top turnbuckle. Arm slung over the shoulder, he looked to superplex her back into the ring but Mona hooked her boot against the ropes. She pummeled him in the ribs repeatedly and then shoved him away. Larson caught himself but then Fox grabbed a handful of locks and brought him close for a headbutt. He fell to the mat with a resounding thud allowing Mona to Drive to the End with a vicious double stomp to the chest. Mona Fox hooked both legs into the air with all her might.

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall and advancing to the Golden Opportunity... MONA FOX!

Watson: Mona Fox captures her first victory here in EWC and it is against the always dangerous James Larson.

Sydney: I like her. Did you see how she scrambled his brains with that headbutt? What a way to get it done.

Watson: And now she has a shot in the big main event tonight. We've got one more spot and I have a feeling these next two guys really feel at home on top of a ladder.

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The scene opens backstage where we find Hope Diamond slowly walking toward the exit doors, frustration written all over her face. She pushes the door open and steps outside, and is immediately serenaded by Big Mama Pump in the distance, who has Hope's theme music blasting from inside the tricked out black SUV. BMP stands by the passenger door, holding it open for the soon approaching woman. Despite Hope's loss in the title match tonight, BMP smiles and wears a proud look on her face.

The steel on flesh rings out sickeningly across the loading dock that precedes the parking lot, and Hope collapses from the sudden blow that came out of nowhere. The camera widens the shot, showing Caslita Nindrid stepping over the fallen woman, a dented steel chair in hand. The She Hulk raises the chair high overhead and looks dead at BMP in the distance.

Nindrid: COME SAVE HER!

Over and over again, the wild woman brings the metallic instrument of destruction down across the helpless Diamond. Head, back, chest, ribs, legs... not a inch of Hope is spared from the murderous chair shots, swung at full power from the most powerful female on the roster. Big Mama Pump rushes up the inclined ramp, hurling cuss words and vows of death against the raging She Hulk. At the apex of the ramp, Big Mama Pump suddenly finds the steel chair flying through the chair at her face. She instinctively catches it with her hands and...

Caslita's wrecking ball of a fist collides with the chair, sending it violently against BMP's face. A spray of blood goes everywhere from BMP's possibly broken nose and she hits the ground like a sack of potatoes. Caslita mounts her with a vengeance, keeping the chair over BMP's face while she drops hammerfist after vicious hammerfist onto Big Mama Pump. After a moment of this, BMP goes limp, but Caslita keeps firing shots, seeing red.

Hope, battered beyond belief, manages to pull herself up. She ambles forward, barely having the energy to raise her fists into a double axe handle position and brings it thundering across Caslita's back. There's a brief pause as Caslita just sits there, staring down at BMP, before slowly looking back over her shoulder at Hope Diamond.

Diamond: Oh shit...wait...wait...

Caslita stands up with nothing but soulless derangement in her eyes as Hope collapses onto her buttocks and begins scooting back.

Nindrid: Call for them. Call for your schemes. Call for Draco. Call for GM. Call for Lou.

It is at this moment Hope Diamond realizes she has finally pushed a victim to the point of no return. Caslita suddenly drills Hope across the face with a boot strike, flattening her to the ground. She pushes Hope onto her tummy and grabs the back of her pants, then in the ultimate humiliation gives Hope the biggest atomic wedgie ever seen. Not stopping there, Caslita heaves Hope overhead in a Military Press position like she's the lightest thing in the world... an effortless lift and hold.

A contingent of staff come barreling out and stand around the Muscle Barbie, urging her to stop. A few grab at Hope's dangling limbs to pull her free, but Caslita goes apes hit on them too, sending some flying backward with big boots to the chest while keeping Hope held overhead in the Military Press. With the staff clear out of her way, Caslita walks over to the big metal dumpster full of trash and hurls Hope inside it like she is a bag of trash needing discarded.

Caslita rushes over to Big Mama Pump and drabs her by the hair over to the dumpster too, then heaves her overhead also, albeit with more strain given how large BMP is, and hurls her inside the dumpster with her boss Hope Diamond. More staff arrive on scene and try crawling onto the dumpster to retrieve the mauled women, but Caslita is having none of it.

One by one she peels them from the dumpster and tosses them away. From here she lets out a primal roar so loud and furious that it sends the staff fleeing like roaches when the lights come on. All of a sudden, Caslita breaks into a powerful sprint and pulls a Samson at the pillars of the Philistines, and uses all of her mighty strength to push the dumpster off the loading dock. The metal container plummets 5-10 feet down onto the cold hard concrete, a loud terrible clatter echoing from the harsh impact.

It seems like all of FSW staff come rushing outside and are in a panic trying to see if Caslita hasn't just crushed Hope and BMP to death. As they go about frantically retrieving the victims of Caslita's terrifying rage, the camera settles on the She Hulk's cold, expressionless face as she stands above the carnage far below her. After a few tense seconds, Caslita speaks, offering words even colder than her death stare. It's words from an iconic line in the Rocky IV movie, said by an equally powerful juggernaut in Ivan Drago.

Caslita: If she dies, she dies.

The She Hulk turns and walks away, disappearing down the ramp and into the parking lot.

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GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY QUALIFIER #6

EQUINOX

VS GERALD DRAGON

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Watson: That was unexpected. I don't know. I feel sorry for Hope but I guess you reap what you sow. Anyway One last spot and this one looks to be a more respectable contest.

Sydney: Yawn.

Watson: You're just cruel sometimes, Cid. But the resident Highspots Hero, Equinox and newcomer Gerald Dragon stole the show on the last Uprising when they had a game of "Can You Top This?" with their amazing aerial capabilities. They won their trios match. And then battled Maurice Yensman in an impromptu triple threat. Equinox had the rug pulled from out under him but now that man is no longer a factor.

Sydney: Two losers battled over who is less of a loser.

Watson: Disgusting analysis there.

Starr: The following match is a Golden Opportunity Qualifier! First, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 140 pounds... GERALD DRAGON!

A Dragon's roar is heard over the PA, as This Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage plays as Gerald Dragon comes out on the stage to the approval of the crowd. While on the stage, flames shoot out on the stage. He walks down the ramp and shakes the hands of fans at ringside.

Starr: And his opponent, from Essex, England, weighing in at 235 pounds... EQUINOX!

The stage, as well as the ringside area, slowly begins to fill up with purple smoke as the crowd watches in anticipation. Suddenly, something began to rise out of the stage, as if rising from the depths of the mist itself. The fans began to erupt as Equinox hidden underneath the smoke begins to rise out of the smoke as you can see parts his face paint revealing itself hidden under his mask and covered by his purple shades. His arms outstretched to the High Fliers as if drawing in their strength before stepping into battle.

DING DING DING

This contest begins with a show of good sportsmanship as the two competitors shook hands. From there it was a classic encounter. They both exchanged arm drags, wrenches, and flipped out of them in sync and then went for a dropkick at the same time. Followed up by leap frogs from Dragon over Equinox, and a monkey flip where Equinox landed on his feet. Neither could seem to get anything going until Gerald reversed a enziguri into a roundhouse kick of his own. Dragon went off the ropes with a springboard clothesline but the unorthodox Nox caught him with a cutter out of nowhere.

Watson: Gerald Dragon did not see that one coming!

Sydney: Who would have? That was lightning fast, mate!

Nox looked up high and eyed that briefcase. He looked to send Dragon to the Dark Kingdom but Dragon had it scouted and got his knees up! From there he rolled up the Highspot Hero for the shocking upset!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall and advancing to the Golden Opportunity... Gerald Dragon!

Watson: Well, there you have it! Dragon is the last man in!

Sydney: Great. Maybe he'll lull the other guys to sleep.

Watson: You're an idiot tonight, Cid. Gerald Dragon represents the future of this company and he just showed it tonight. Anyway, Lisa is standing by with a man who just got a huge victory on Monday Night Brawl!

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The scene cuts backstage to FSW’s resident interviewer, Lisa Goldrush. She has a smile on her face as she lifts the microphone up.

Goldrush: I’m joined by my guest at this time, Greg Samuel.

The camera backs out to reveal Samuel. He wears a nonplussed look on his face as he stares past the camera.

Goldrush: Two weeks ago, you fell short in a match to become the Number One Contender for the FSW Championship. What are your thoughts on that match?

Greg glares at Lisa, shaking his head. He then yanks the microphone out of Lisa’s hands, causing her to take a step back out of concern.

Samuel: The cliche answer would be to say you win some, you lose some. Is that the answer you want from me?

Samuel turns his attention from Lisa to the camera, as if turning his attention to the FSW fanbase. He talks quickly.

Samuel: Well I don't buy into that philosophy. I believe that someone with my talent wins every time unless there's a scheme afoot. And let me tell you that there was quite a scheme being boiled up last week at Uprising. I have it on good authority that the referee last week was paid off by Stitches to ensure that he would walk away with the opportunity at the FSW Championship. You see, it's all a ruse to rob me off what is rightfully mine.

Greg’s pauses and takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

Samuel: But I'm not a complainer, I'm not going to sit here and whine to some useless interviewer. I'm going to tell you this. That wasn’t my last time competing in the upper echelons here in FSW, so enjoy your championship match Stitches… As a matter of fact, I hope you win because beating you for that title would be all the sweeter. So good luck at StrangleMania, I'll be waiting here for the winner!

Samuel flips the microphone and walks away as it falls to the ground. The camera zooms in on Lisa, who looks upset by Greg’s general poor demeanor. The show goes to commercial right before the next match.

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ALL STAR ELIMINATOR
6 PERSON ELIMINATION TAG

MELODY MALONE(C), DRACO LAZARUS, AND BRENNA GORDON

VS STITCHES, GABRIELLE VISCONTY, AND JOE HUSTLER

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Watson: Greg Samuel will be watching this match with much interest. Listen to this, we've got the FSW champion, former TV champions, big time contenders all bundled in a nice package. Nice deal, huh? Teaming Malone with Gordon seems cruel and adding resident sleazebag Draco Lazarus doesn't make it better. But teaming a psychopathic clown like Stitches with two controversial but bonafide second generational wrestlers is madness!

Sydney: This is indeed an all-star match. I don't think this two teams will stay teams for long.

Watson: And one of the biggest taglines to consider is that we are just thirteen days from Stranglemania and Melody Malone and Stitches are set to square off in whatever the hell the Wondercrush is.

Sydney: I wish I knew, mate. Hold on, hold on, who the hell is that ref in the ring? That's not Matt Mercer.

Watson: Oh, I see...

August Summers adjusts the turnbuckles and ties on the tag ropes just before this contest begins ...

Watson: This has to be Gabi's request. Strange considering that this official cost Gabi a match due to his strange reaction to some blood versus Malone back on the first Thunder last year. But Gabi has never been known to be conventional.

Sydney: She's a dumb hot blonde, what do you expect?

Starr: The following match is scheduled is the All-Star Eliminator and is a six-person elimination tag team match! First, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 161 pounds... BRENNA GORDON!

The overhead lights dim as the opening notes of 'What The Water Gave Me' come forth from the sound system. Hidden spotlights and overhead rigs illuminate the arena in the deep blues and purples of a sky on the verge of going fully dark, a fine mist seeping its way upward through the grating of the stage and ramp as smoke of a similar weight falls from the ceiling to come as close to replicating the lands which gave rise to myths and the ancestors of the young woman that is about to emerge. Audio editing means that the song goes straight to the chorus, the ephemeral voice of Florence Welch only serving to add to the ambiance being created that is equal parts serene and unsettling. As the song launches itself into the bridge after the chorus, the lights surrounding the curtain suddenly flash into being in time with the beat-- the ghostly shade of blue the same hue one would associate with magic suddenly gracing the world with its presence. It is amidst these flickering bursts of illumination that Brenna Gordon steps through the curtain and into view, her movements languid and slow despite the obvious tension in her frame. Purposeful steps carry her to the top of the ramp as she gazes out at the area with a carefully neutral expression, the dark-haired female coming to a stop to survey arena and audience alike.

Starr: And her partner, residing in parts Miami, Florida, weighing in at 216 pounds... DRACO LAZARUS!

The Jaws theme begins to play and out comes the arrogant Golden Boy. Draco Lazarus starts throwing Monopoly money into the crowd. He acts like he is going to high five a fan, but pulls his hand away and runs it through his hair. He hops onto the apron, goes through the ropes, and circles Starr a few times.

Starr: And his partner, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 138 pounds... FSW CHAMPION, MELODY MALONE!

The lights dim down, eventually leaving the arena in darkness. A low rumble comes over the PA system, as white noise that sounds almost like bad vinyl slowly starts to get louder and louder. Smoke billows across the stage as the lights slowly start coming back to life and Melody Malone slowly saunters her way out from backstage. She's clad in a long jacket that is just barely buttoned at the midriff but still exposes a leather harness-looking outfit. As the music hits its crescendo Melody throws her head back and outstretches her arms, prompting pyro to shoot out in a 'V' behind her.

Starr: And their opponents, first, from Memphis, Tennessee weighing in at 200 pounds... JOE HUSTLER!

The lights brighten almost completely. The tron goes to a shot of the eyes of Joe Hustler just as "Fight Fire With Fire" by The Prodigy starts up. Just as the lyrics hit, Cottoneye Joe steps out onto the rampway. Fans go crazy with boos as he half runs and half dances his way to the ring where he baseball slides under the bottom rope.

Starr: And his partner, from Honolulu, Hawaii, weighing in at 118 pounds... GABRIELLE VISCONTY!

“Walk on Water” by 30 Seconds to Mars begins to play through out the arena as the lights slowly dim. A single spotlight shines on the entrance way to great Gabi Vee as she walks out of the back. She smirks out over the crowd before raising her hands high in the air, then dropping them out to her side as the lights come back up. She turns around once before jogging down to the ring. Gabi slips up onto the side of the apron, pulls her Gabi Vee hat off her head, and tosses it into the crowd before slipping into the ring.

Starr: And her partner, from The Carnival of Shattered Dreams, weighing in at 260 pounds... STITCHES!

'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat drops at around the thirty seven second mark the curtains are brushed to the side, smoke spewing out from behind the curtains, and out walks Stitches. A wide, red-painted Chelsea-esque grin is across the face of Stitches as he stares out at the crowd of people before him. Stitches methodically makes his way down the ramp, staring down the crowd members who dare lean too far over the crowd barricade.

DING DING DING

The started with Draco and Joe, two equally disgusting specimens. But since Joe's heroic battle for the TV title, there was an odd bit of support for him. Draco however was detested and he loved it. Joe put a valiant fight and exhibited some of his trademark cockiness but Draco got a well timed eye poke out of Summers' notice. From there, it turned into the series of quick tags between Draco and Malone. They worked like a well oiled unit - isolating Joe from Stitches and Gabi. There were moments where he got close but the tandem would drag him back to the middle of the ring. Malone and Draco ignored the presence of their third partner Brenna Gordon as leveled Joe with a double Sweet Shin Music. Joe collapsed from the impact and hit his head on the mat hard. Draco licked his lips in anticipation as he waited for Joe to stumble to his feet. Joe went for a desperation right hook but Draco ducked under, kicked him right in the back of the leg, and gave Hustler a Gold Star he would likely never forget - three seconds later, the former TV champ was eliminated.

Starr: Joe Hustler has been eliminated!

Watson: And just like that we are down to three-on-two. Joe looked lost out there tonight and he could not find a connection with either of his partners.

Sydney: Because nobody likes Joe.

Watson: Then you two have something in common.

Gabi Vee vaulted into the ring, cutting off the clown from entering the contest. And for a moment, she was on fire. She leveled Draco and Melody with flying clotheslines and even docked Miss Gordon off the apron with a flying forearm smash. But Draco used that momentary distraction to chopblock her. And so, the Melody and Draco show continued. Melody tagged in and there was a reprise from their encounter at Thunder. Gabi was slow to get up off the mat as Melody stalked her. Melody grabbed Gabi and whipped her into the ropes, following her in with a shoulder charge that sent Gabi down hard. Gabi rolled on her side and reached to tag in Stitches, but Melody grabs her foot and yanked her away just before she could make the tag. Melody smiled smugly at Stitches as she locks in a camel clutch, staring right at him as she cranks it in. Melody laughed loudly as she locked in the move on a struggling Gabi.

Watson: That's the same move Dominic Sanders used to put Gabi away a couple weeks ago. Gabi is in deep trouble here.

Sydney: She is right in the middle of the ring. Great heads up move by Melody. It looks like Gabi is about to tap!

While she was cranking in the hold, Melody's fingers get up into Gabi's face and Gabi bit down on one of them. Melody screamed in pain and dropped the hold. Gabi rotated around to her back before Melody can react and launched her into her team's corner with a monkey flip. Gabi kipped up and did a backflip body splash on Melody in the corner. She reached up tag in Stitches but the meddling Draco has snuck around the corner and dropped Stitches off the apron, chin first. Draco almost froliced back to the apron as Melody dragged Gabi back to their corner to tag in the wicked Draco Lazarus. The Golden Boy clobbered Gabi with a short arm clothesline. Gabi rolled around in pain, clutching at her face.

Watson: Did that clothesline catch Gabi high? She looks to be in a lot of pain and holding her face.

Sydney: No! Gabi's too pretty to have her face broken!

Watson: Summers is checking on Gabi. Oh my God!

Gabi rolled over and blood was pouring out of her mouth. She coughed some right into Summers face. Summers jumped around in a panic and then dashed to the side of the ring, puking over the side.

Watson: Summers can't stand the sight of blood. He's puking his brains out. What a sissy.

Draco was a little surprised when Gabi kips right in front of him, grin on her face, and clobbered him with a forearm smash. Gabi grabbed Draco and whipped her into her team's corner, where Stitches has a knee sticking out to greet Draco. Draco slammed into Stitch's knee and arched his back in pain. He started to stagger out of the corner and Stitches grabbed a handful of hair, yanking him back into the corner. Gabi ran in with a drop kick to Draco.

Watson: The Ref is still puking while Gabi and Stitches work over Draco.

Sydney: Looks like Gabi had that planned all along! It makes sense now, Summers cost Gabi her win over Melody at the first Thunder due to him being queasy around blood. I bet she hid a blood capsule somewhere. She's brilliant!!

Melody started to slip into the ring as Summers who yelled to Melody to get back out of the ring. He turns back around and finally rushed over to break up the action, and nearly fainted when Gabi turned back around to show him the blood all over her face and chest. Summers turned away and wobbles weak knee'd away from the blood. Draco nearly caught her with a Golden Star as all of this insanity had allowed him to recover but Gabi battled out of it with an uppercut to the jaw. She spun him around, sleeper hold locked in and with burst of strength brought him over with the Idjitbuster, effectively canceling the Draco and Melody show!

Starr: Draco Lazarus has been eliminated!

Watson: After that disgusting yet clever bit of trickery, Gabi Vee has evened up this contest two-on-two. Draco Lazarus seemed to be reeling from his battle with Damage Inc. earlier tonight.

Sydney: Really sucks to see the ChainBreaker go. I think Robbie's constant suckage rubbed off on him.

Brenna Gordon finally entered the ring, pushing aside Malone, and leveled Gabi with a low dropkick to the side of the head before she even got off Draco. She went to whip Gabi into the ropes, Visconty reversed. Gabi went for a huge back body drop but Brenna telegraphed with a kick to the sternum, using Crash the Shore to get a nearfall. Stitches had yet to legally get into this match and he seemed to have little interest in aiding Gabi Vee. Instead he stared at Melody Malone coldly. And that glare was returned in kind. Gabi Vee slapped away the Undertow and rolled Brenna into a small package and nearly replicated Melody's victory from the last Uprising - but only a two count. Gabi realized that she needed to dig further than trickery to beat Brenna. She kept on the offensive and even hit another Idgitbuster but this time, Brenna's leg was on the ropes. She hit a high knee lift to the gut, front face lock, and springboarded off for The Big Come Down but Brenna tossed her forward as Gabi landed on her feet, Brenna gave her a nasty case of whiplash when she executed the Rip Tide on Gabi a split second later. Gabi fought hard in this contest but this was the end of her night.

Starr: Gabrielle Visconty has been eliminated!

Watson: Gabi put up a hell of a fight right now but with little help from Stitches, she was not able to handle Brenna Gordon after the extended battle with Draco and Melody as well. It might as well been three-on-one! Gabi knows that. She didn't even give Stitches a second look as she left the ring. Gabrielle last match on FSW may have ended like this but I know she will do big things on the red brand.

Sydney: Hey, I got a question for you. You think that Brenna likes me?

Watson: I don't think she likes anyone and especially not you.

Stitches stepped into the ring to confront Brenna. There was a palpable sense of tension as the two enigmas stared each other down. But then something strange happened. Melody reached out to Brenna for a tag, telling her to stop wasting time. On the turn of a dime, inches away from letting Melody back into this bout, she clocked the FSW champion with a backfist. She grabbed Melody by the hair rammed her into the post and held onto her arm, only to bring her into the ring the hard way. From there she looked at Melody with disdain and exited the ring. She didn't look back as the referee counted her out.

Starr: Brenna Gordon has been eliminated!

Watson: Those two really don't like each other and I think its for reasons that no one but them can comprehend. But here we are. One-on-one. Stitches and Malone alone in a ring less than two weeks away from their title match at Stranglemania.

Sydney: In a match we only know by name, mind you. Again, what the hell is the Wondercrush?

Stitches clearly didn't care how this happened. He is an equal opportunity monster and he took this opening to torture the champion by slowing this match to a halt with a rear chinlock. Summers had to repeatedly check if there was a choke happening but the clown was much too good at concealing his motives. Malone not really a target for the people's sympathy even elicited some as Stitches tortured her. She found herself in unfamiliar position as she had to rally. She battled to her feet and stuck Stitches in the ribs with three sharp elbows. She broke free of the hold, ducked under a clothesline, and used Stitches momentum to nearly win it with the Requiem. She almost managed to end it with the Nightmare Fuel spike DDT when Stitches shouldered her into the turnbuckle and dropped her with the Sounds of Silence -- but only for two count!

Watson: There you have it! Both of these fighters have managed to kick out of each other's big moves. Don't know where you go from here.

Sydney: Someone needs to hit one again, that's what!

However, another blow to the head slowed Malone down more and while she countered another attempt from Stitches to drop her on her head, her attempt on Falling Dreams was met with a falling powerbomb instead. From there, right in the middle of the ring, Stitches twisted Malone like a Carnival Pretzel. And whether it was bravery or something not so smart, Malone refused to submit ...

Watson: Hold on, Brenna just walked out onto the damn stage here...

Gordon held the microphone to her mouth and spoke with conviction as Malone reached towards the ropes with no avail.

Gordon: It must suck to be you right now... but you're the ONLY one to blame for your current predicament. When you put nothing but snooty, holier-than-thou bullshit into the universe? Karma eventually bitchslaps you across the face. And while I COULD help you... considering how disrespectful you've been to everyone around you?

She shook her head.

Gordon: Nah, you can tap into that superiority complex and get out of that hold. It's gotta be child's play, right? So easy, Draco's caveman brain could think a way out of it!

A ding was heard over the mic. She pulled a phone from her pocket and looked at it briefly.

Gordon: Oh, that reminds me. The GM wanted me to let you know just what the Wondercrush is. It looks like Stitches, there, is gonna get to throw your fraudulent ass through any of the glass walls that are gonna be erected around the ring... but if he wants to fuck you up before that? He'll have all sorts of toys at his disposal. Glass tables, light tubes, beer bottles... no mirrors, though. That's a merciful decision on their behalf, though, since I imagine Stitches there is gonna carve you up like a turkey before relieving you of that FSW Championship.

Gordon pocketed the phone and turned to leave, but left one more statement hanging in the air.

Gordon: Hah... call yourself a Siren, but you're the one going to sleep. Sweet dreams, bitch.

Malone struggled in the ring and through pure adrenaline she dragged her body and Stitches just inches to the bottom rope but right at the last moment, Stitches reasserted control and the leg under Malone's throat dug in. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out.

DING DING DING

Starr: Melody Malone has been eliminated. Therefore, the winner of the All-Star Eliminator via knockout, STITCHES!

Watson: Okay...wow. That was horrific. I mean, Malone is hard to like nowadays. But the Wondercrush? It sounds like ...

Sydney: A glass cage, mate. Like a damn slaughterhouse. And right now, Stitches seems to be very happy.

Stitches stood over the prone Malone, blocking anyone from getting to her. He smiled wickedly. At the stipulation? Or the victory? Both. No one knows.

Watson: Let's not underplay the fact that Stitches is the first man to defeat Malone in a very long time. This does not fare well for the FSW champion. Not at all. However, whether Stitches believes it or not, this glass atrocity seems to be right up her alley, too. We've got one more match left folks and we'll tell you all about it on the other side of this commercial.

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THE GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY
6-PERSON LADDER MATCH

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Watson: Folks, before we start this main event tonight, let's reset. Got a programming note for you. Apparently Prime and FSW management have been for the lack of a better word conspiring. At Stranglemania XIV, there will be a Television Championship match. All signs pointed to a fatal 4 way ... folks, just listen to this.

EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
FSW VS PRIME TAG TEAM MATCH
DRACO LAZARUS AND ROBBIE RAYDER
VS AEON KHRONOS AND KILLJOY ITO

Sydney: Whoa.

Watson: I'm not sure how this one works but the GM issued a joint statement I'd like to read, "The Television Championship will be contested through a friendly rivalry tag team bout. Whoever makes the pinfall or submission will become Television Champion." So they're forced to be a tag team but whoever gets the pin ...well, they get the title. That's pretty twisted.

Sydney: It's spreading, mate. The madness is spreading.

Watson: Indeed it is.

While the hype continues, crew members drag ladders big and small and stash them all over ringside, the ramp, etc.

Watson: Stranglemania is just twelve days away and look, we're all about the FSW championship match. We're all about the TV title representing this great brand but there are TWELVE matches on this card. I anticipate this show being at least nine hours long. You've got battle royals and stablewars, you've got inferno matches, ladder matches, hell in a cell matches, iron man matches...

Sydney: And even a pudding match. That's the secret stip for the Indy title match, I heard. President Mac's personal request.

Watson: Huh, the hell are you talking about, Cid?

Sydney: The show! The show of shows!

Watson: Alright, alright. I feel you. Let's get back to the present because we've got a main event this evening that six competitors fought to be in already. All of it for this Golden Opportunity that hangs overhead.

Sydney: Would you look at that thing? That's no flimsy plastic briefcase. That's a damn Halliburton.

Watson: I'm not sure but one of these competitors will find out. Listen to these. You've got Nina Samson. Freya Hobs. Joe Doe. Mona Fox and Gerald Dragon. And finally, O'Rion.

Sydney: I don't get that one. He lost.

Watson: When he shouldn't have. Freya's shoulders were pinned to the mat as well. This GM, boy, they've got a keen eye but I just don't get them sometimes.

Starr: The following match is your main event of the evening and is a ladder match for the GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY!

At this announcement, all six competitors enter the ringside area sans entrance music. There was a somber realization about the carnage ahead. Some are excited. Some look nervous. But all look above at the prize. All six fighters, all from different walks of life, will collide for what is essentially unknown - despite speculation.

DING DING DING

And with that the match began. Some stayed in the ring, stood up, and fought. Freya Hobs and O'rion restarted their clash, perhaps just a little bad blood. Joe Doe and Nina Samson exchanged chops and forearms. But Mona Fox ducked out of the ring. She went straight for a ladder against the barricade. She lifted it up over her head with intentions to throw it into the ring through the ropes when suddenly Gerald Dragon got the insanity started by vaulting over the top rope and crashing into the ladder and Mona in one fell swoop!

Watson: That's one way to do it, I guess.

Sydney: Gerald Dragon is a moron. Mona was just trying to help everyone by getting a ladder into the ring.

Watson: Do you even listen to yourself talk sometimes?

Joe Doe dumped Nina Samson over the top rope where Sweet Mike met her on some swift boots. Freya Hobs and O'rion battled on the apron. O'rion ducked a right hand blow and pushed Hobs back first into the ring post. Hobs tumbled off the ring apron and down onto the steel steps for a nasty fall. On the outside, Joe and Mike are dragging tables out from underneath the ring. Taking turns to lay boots into Nina Samson as they carefully stack a row of tables up...

Watson: Murphy's Law tells me that Joe is setting those tables up for himself tonight. I think he has other plans but that young man is asking for a world of pain.

Sydney: With Sweet Mike by his side? Nah.

While this goes on, Gerald Dragon, clutching his midsection, slides the ladder that he bludgeoned Mona Fox with. He sets up the ladder, and with one hand, he climbed up. Dragon reached the top and laid his fingertips on the bottom of the briefcase. Mona Fox had slid into the ring as well and at a faster pace - met Gerald at the top. Dragon's focus was on unhooking the briefcase into his possession. Mona Fox used that to her advantage. She drove a fist right into his abdomen and he doubled over. With her mean streak intact, she drove his face into the top of the ladder and with a shove, he tumbled backwards off the ladder from at least ten feet. Mona Fox looked at the briefcase but after tonight, after tasting her first victory, she wanted more. She knew that with one less person to deal with that the Golden Opportunity was hers. She sat on top of the ladder and looked down, a bird's eye view. Joe and Mike kept their beat down of Nina going on. O'rion and Hobs continued their brawl on the outside and despite falling on the steps, Hobs looked invigorated and ready for more. And then she looked down at Dragon who sputtered blood. And she saw red. With her fists balled, she lept off and drove her boots into Dragon's chest for a top of the ladder version of her Drive to the End. The crowd gasped audibly from the impact!

Sydney: Holy shit, man!

Watson: This isn't an elimination match but ... I think Mr. Dragon is done for tonight. Mona Fox just stomped down on his chest from the top of a damn ladder - and for what?

Sydney: He pissed her off, that's what.

Mona rolled to the outside of the ring and due to no particular alliance to anyone spun Sweet Mike around and popped him right in the jaw, knocking him down. She blindsided Joe and gave him a quick trip to the concrete with a DDT! And to show she wasn't coming to Nina's aid, she begins to wail on her next! She pulled her up and dropped her with a sitout jawbreaker!

Sydney: Fox is a one-woman wrecking crew!

And the crew's progress was halted. Sweet Mike brought that shovel down upon the back of her head - knocking her out cold.

Watson: Damn Sweet Mike and damn that STUPID shovel! Someone take it away from him already!

Sydney: All's legal in this bout. Sweet Mike has Joe Doe's back and he just potentially eliminated the most dangerous woman in this match.

As if Nina was answering the call of Watson, she dropkicked that DAMN shovel right into Sweet Mike's face. Joe tried to use that distraction to his advantage by obliterating her with Nap Time - but she ducked under the clothesline and tripped him face first into a standing ladder! Nina rolled into the ring. Gerald Dragon was finally being helped up the ramp. And Fox was being attended to by EMTs at the moment. O'rion had finally got the upper hand on the Savage Viking when he finally managed to down her with the O'Rion's Belt on the outside! He slid into the ring and Nina and him met at the top of the ladder. They exchanged blows. Nina jabbed O'Rion with an elbow and staggered him. She looked behind her and saw Joe's tables. She put him in a front face lock ...

Watson: Nina Samson, little Nina Samson is trying to suplex O'Rion to the outside of the ring ... off the top of a ladder ... through tables. This can't be a good thing.

Sydney: Nina was never the sharpest tool in the shed. She's likely to hurt herself just as much.

As the struggle to lift O'rion up and over continued, Hobs entered the ring. There was a trickle of blood going down her forehead and she couldn't be happier. Or angrier, it was certainly hard to tell. But she laughed out loud and screamed in utter delight as she ran up to the ladder where two unsuspecting wrestlers battle and began to tip it over!

Watson: Oh my God, not another one!

The ladder is upended and Nina falls backwards, over the top rope, and onto the tables below!!

Sydney: Goodnight, Nina.

Watson: That's all you have to say, she just could have been broken in half! She just crashed through six damn tables and broken every one of them to near sawdust.

Sydney: You're clearly exaggerating ... but yeah, goodnight, Nina.

O'Rion however has reached up and grabbed the briefcase. That left him in a perilous situation as he now dangled helplessly from that briefcase. And Hobs looked up with her with what could be described as lust in her eyes. She licked her lips and then grabbed the tipped over ladder and jousted the edge of it into O'rion's gut. He still held on. Again. And again. His grip slipped and he was now hanging by one arm. Hobs dropped the ladder at her feet and waited for just the right moment. O'rion fell...

Watson: Oh shit, another one!

And Hobs powerbombed him right onto the ladder!! Quickly she went to work, booting O'Rion out of the ring before any officials could attend to him. She set up the ladder and began to climb up.

Watson: She's all by herself!

Sydney: No, no, there's Sweet Mike!

Watson: Someone get that fucking shovel away from him!

Sydney: Whoa whoa, buddy, Watch your language. This is a family show.

Watson: Shut up! You know damn well that the only family that would watch this show would be the Mansons.

And as if on cue, Mike tried to smash Hobs over the back with the shovel but the viking mule kicked the shovel right into Sweet Mike's face. Joe however was a cunning opportunist and an amazing athlete. He had waited on the top of the turnbuckle for his moment and jumped off landing on the ladder half way. He caught Hobs surprise and walloped her with a right hand to the face. She seemed unphased. She grabbed Joe by the face and headbutted him and for a moment it looked like he was about to fall off the ladder, but Freya held onto him for more punishment. She began to bash his face into the top of the ladder repeatedly and with Joe slumped over, she reached up high to unhook the briefcase.

Watson: Freya is about to seize the Golden Opportunity!

But she was suddenly yanked down a rung by Sweet Mike as he desperately wrapped an arm around one of her legs. She kicked him off ease but it allowed Joe to grab the briefcase, swing it back, and ram it into Freya's skull!

Watson: Holy hell ...wait, is Freya even hurt!

She looked at Joe with absolute rage and grabbed him by the throat! Things were looking good until ...

Watson: No, no, no!

Sydney: Hahahah, Sweet Mike for the save!

The shovel cracked over Freya's back - this allowed for Joe to hit her not once, not twice, but THREE times in the face with the briefcase before she fell off the ladder backwards - crashing to the mat with an emphatic thud.

All alone, surrounded by fallen foes, Joe Doe claimed the Golden Opportunity.

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner of the Golden Opportunity... JOE DOE!

Joe raises the briefcase high in the air. He had a smug smile as if he knew it would be his. The carnage around ringside told another story. Joe then looked down at the case and tried to open it.

Doe: It's locked...

Sweet Mike: No worries, kid. Let's get the hell out of here and celebrate!

Joe slowly climbed down the ladder and started to leave the ring. He gave his opponents a wide berth as they struggled to get to the back themselves.

Watson: Joe Doe won. But what did he win? No one said a damn thing about what that briefcase contained. I have no information on it.

Sydney: It's clearly something big if it's locked up like that.

As Joe neared the top of the ramp, the lights go out!

Watson: This isn't good, folks. Only bad things come out of the darkness.

Sydney: Stop being melodramatic, Watson.

And when the lights turned back on, Matt Angel was revealed - perched on top of MacTron. The crowd popped and Joe and Mike thought they were appreciating their efforts tonight - but that wasn't the case.

Matt Angel dove off the top of the MacTron twenty feet up and crashed into Joe and Sweet Mike!!

The dynamo, adrenaline pumping through his veins, kipped up to a huge applause. From there, as if it was a decision made on a whim, he snatched Joe's Golden Opportunity briefcase from his hands and ran off with it! He hurdled over the barricade and escaped through the crowd.

Sydney: This is a damn travesty. That loser of a former partner of Joe Doe just stole his Golden Opportunity. And before we found out what it was for! This is an outrage.

Watson: Karma's a bitch, huh? Let's leave it at that. That's it for Uprising. Remember folks, Stranglemania! Get the network and watch it all! 12 matches of mayhem!! And if it's anything like this, a lot of careers will be made - or broken. Good night!

This time, no musical epilogue.

The camera swung around, highlighting all of the broken tables and ladders along the way. And bodies, too.

Joe and Mike are just getting to their feet when they realize they were just hoodwinked by someone that they wronged.

The house lights dimmed and we faded to black.

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH 1: FSW
MATCH 2: FSW
MATCH 3: FSW
MATCH 4: FSW
MATCH 5: FSW
MATCH 6: FSW
MATCH 7: FSW
MATCH 8: FSW
MATCH 9: FSW
MATCH 10: FSW

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SEGMENTS

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DOMINIC SANDERS
GABRIELLE VISCONTY
GIL GRIFFIN
MAURICE YENSMAN
FAITH RIVERS
TYLER QUEST

JOE DOE
GREG SAMUEL
ROBBIE RAYDER
DRACO LAZARUS
MERCENARY
DOLAN M. WINGUARD
CASTLITA NINDRID
BRENNA GORDON

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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Dominic Sanders
VS Robbie Rayder
Winner: Dominic Sanders

Scott Grayse
VS Anthony Grunge (n/s)
VS Nina Samson
Winner: Nina Samson (pinned Grunge)

O'Rion
VS Freya Hobs
Winner: Freya Hobs

Joe Doe
VS Tyler Quest
Winner: Joe Doe

TV Title Match
Hope Diamond
VS Killjoy Ito (c)
Winner and Still Champion: Killjoy Ito

Chris Maverick (n/s)
VS Jeremiah Kelsey (n/s)
Double No Show

Mona Fox
VS James Larson
Winner: Mona Fox

Equinox(n/s)
VS Gerald Dragon
Winner: Gerald Dragon

6-Person Elimination Tag
Melody Malone, Draco Lazarus, and Brenna Gordon
VS Stitches, Gabrielle Visconty, and Joe Hustler(n/s)
Winner: Stitches (sole survivor)
Order of Elimination:
1. Joe Hustler
2. Draco Lazarus
3. Gabrielle Visconty
4. Brenna Gordon
5. Melody Malone

Golden Opportunity
Nina Samson
VS Joe Doe
VS Freya Hobs
VS O'Rion
VS Mona Fox
VS Gerald Dragon
Winner: Joe Doe

MVP: Joe Doe

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