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The camera slowly zooms out of the image and shows a wide angle shot of every fan in the entire arena standing on their feet chanting
DRAKE!
DRAKE!
DRAKE!
DRAKE!
DRAKE!
DRAKE!
DRAKE!
The camera then pans down showing a wide angle shot of the entire FSW Crew and Roster standing at the top of the ramp with the image of Ashton Drake just above them
We then get a wider shot of the entire crowd as Isabella Starr talks over the PA system
Starr: Ladies and Gentleman .. to honor the life of EWC Hall of Famer .. Ashton Drake .. would you please join our FSW Superstars and rise as we toll the bell 10 times ..
The entire arena goes silent as the bell sounds 10 times in honor of Ashton Drake
The arena remains silent for several more seconds as a final image of Ashton Drake is shown
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents
HERE WE GO!!!
'Rise' by Something Clever blasts over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
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.
** TITLE **
EPISODE 80
EPISODE 80
MAY 15TH, 2019
LIVE! from the Cow Palace - Daly City, CaliforniaWARNING: 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.
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!
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 FSW 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 FSW 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, Robina Hood, Melody Malone and Stitches tearing down that mold ...
As more pyro goes off the the FSW logo appears and flashes of the entire Roster appear on the screen
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:
WE LOVE YOU DRAKE
SASH? - IRONED
SNACKS? - PREPPED
MUSIC? - THEMED
SNACKS? - PREPPED
MUSIC? - THEMED
KING OF EWC TELEVISION
GET YOUR CARNIVAL PRETZEL HERE!
I LOVE THE ROYAL COUPLE
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"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: Good evening and welcome to the 80th episode of FSW! We are coming to you live from Cow Palace in Daly City California. My name is Tim Watson and with my as always is Cid Sydney. Before we begin our show .. I just want to say on behalf of the entire FSW Roster and Crew, that our thoughts and prayers go out to Drake family. Ashton Drake was an incredible force in the EWC. We are all big fans of his, and his legend will carry on. He was a true champion and role-model who was both loved and respected by everyone he ever came in contact with. We love you Ashton .. Gone .. but NEVER Forgotten
Sydney: Its hard to shift focus from such a tragic loss .. but we know Drake loved Wrestling, loved EWC and so we air tonight's show in his honor
Watson: And what a show it is .. we have seven matches on the docket .. the red hot and now Elite Fifteen list member .. Joe Doe takes on Matt Angel in a falls count anywhere match .. Annie Cliffhanger and Mercenary are both looking to start a winning streak tonight .. a fatal fourway featuring Gerald Dragon, Chris Maverick, Scott Grayse and Emma Louise
Sydney: Then we have a triple threat featuring Tyler Quest, the debut of Alton Kickass and the return of Equinox .. while the sash will be on display when Kyle Gautier takes on Mona Fox
Watson: Which leaves two absolutely massive matches left .. The Indy Champion comes all the way to California to take on our very own Television Champion .. the self proclaimed King of EWC TV .. Draco Lazarus .. in what should be one hell of a match. Of course if Killjoy Ito somehow manages to defeat Draco .. the EWC Television Championship will move to PRIME as its very own exclusive Championship .. paving the way for the North American Championship to make its return .. and will be exclusive to FSW. So there is plenty of story right there
Sydney: We then end the night .. with our newly crowned FSW Champion Stitches already defending his throne against none other than former FSW Champion Melody Malone! We could end the night with the EWC's Power Couple both owning gold in the FSW.
Watson: I don't think this building could contain the ego of Draco should that happen tonight
The lights begin to flicker as “Pomp and Circumstance OP.39” by the BBC Symphony Orchestra plays throughout the arena. They go dim for a second before a spotlight shines center stage. In the center of the stage, “King Draco” and “Queen Melody” are being carried down on Golden Thrones by burly men dressed in Viking warrior garments. The Squire comes out, bullhorn in hand, followed by the little person in the Zelda cosplay, carrying gold pillows on each hand. The “King of EWC Television” and “Queen of FSW” are carried down to ringside. They are carried to opposite sides. As they step onto the apron and through the ropes,The Squire blows the horn at an absurd decibel level for an unnecessary amount of time. Draco grabs the mic from the ring announcer, then hands it to Luna.
LUNA: Listen here peasants, it is your privilege for me to introduce...Introducing Melody of House Malone. First of her name. The Stable Warrior, Destroyer of Egos, and rightful Queen of FSW. By her side, Draco of House Lazarus. First of his name. Breaker of Chains, Bringer of Nightmares, Ruiner of Careers, Winner and Defender of Titles, The One True Most Hated King of EWC Television.
With their awe inspiring and fear inducing powers combined, they are…The Aristocrats
“Pomp and Circumstance OP.39” begins to play again prompting The Aristocrats to Waltz in the middle of the ring for a little under a minute, finishing with Draco spinning Melody into the ropes, and her leaning suggestively over the ropes. Draco walks over to Luna and grabs the mic. He extends to hand the mic to Melody, but Melody waves him off, and takes her place by his side.
“King Draco”: I won’t waste much breath here tonight. You have all been witness to our glory. Soon, we will officially be the greatest power couple ever to set foot EWC. My Queen, the true FSW Champion, and I have come out here, not just to show you all how ugly you are compared to us. Not just to get a few last insults on Tommy Love, Killjoy, and Stitches. No, we are here for one reason only.
Draco delivers his smug smirk right on cue, as he hands the mic to his Queen, of course followed by a Gentleman’s kiss of the hand.
“Queen Melody”: Tonight, my King and I have an announcement that is going to bring EWC before us and make them bend the knee. Because not only will Draco most assuredly beat Killjoy tonight - and not ONLY will I retrieve my rightful championship from Stitches - but tonight you will all bear witness to the first and only warning we will give to Shock and Awe.
Royalty are only as successful as their subjects, and frankly? We find your abysmal reign as tag team champions to be an insult to our crowns. Look at Dominic Sanders. Look at YOUR KING OF EWC TELEVISION. You two were given the opportunity to create something out of nothing with those championships. And you've squandered it away. And that sort of insult is not going to be taken lightly.
Melody leans in, whispering into Draco’s ear. Draco snickers, pulls on his shirt like that too cool boyfriend from Napoleon Dynamite.
“King Draco”: Curtis Mars and Freya Hobs, terrible name by the way, like possibly the dumbest ever, be prepared to Kiss the Ring. As for the rest of the Tag Team Division. We don’t want you all complaining EWC’s Royal Couple was handed the title shot. So we CHALLENGE ANY TEAM FROM ANY BRAND! Come take your futile shot at dethroning the Aristocrats before we add more gold to our attire.
The Golden Boy presents hi signature smug smirk while handing the mic back to the Siren of Scorn.
“Queen Melody”: Normally, I wouldn’t bother wasting my time trekking all over the world to follow around any brand other than FSW… but what’s more fitting than a trip to Europe? Where better to prove our rightful claim to the throne of EWC, than in the shadows of Buckingham Palace? Versaille? So whether it’s Brawl, Rampage, or even that cesspool of indy talent on PRIME, it won’t matter. No matter the colors - the two of us are going to be setting the gold standard for ALL of EWC. So take a few lessons from those who came before you, and learn how to bend. The. KNEE.
Draco grabs the mic along with his Queen to end with a double Mic Drop. The smug scumbag shoots his queen a look that would send a chill down the So Hot Right Now Hansel’s back. The Queen of FSW returns with a glance so seductive, half the first row of men, women, and children are hypnotized. Draco then holds open the ropes for Melody to exit, for obvious reasons, and she rewards him with a shimmy. As they reach the mats, Draco grabs Melody’s crown, she curtsies as Draco bestows her with her crown. Taking her hand, leading her up. Then he quickly turns, grabs his crown, pushes Zelda away, then places it perfectly upon his perfect head.
Luna: Ye have just witnessed the beginning of the most epic reign the Tag Team Division has ever seen. They are the Future Tag Team Champions, representing America’s Most Hated, The King and Queen of EWC. Now ye peasants give praise to the EWC’s Royal Couple, The Aristocrats.
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FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
Matt Angel
VS Joe Doe
Watson: What a way to kick off Future Stars tonight, with two veritable rookies in a Falls Count Anywhere match!
Sydney: Neither of these guys like each other, and with the rest of this stacked card we could be in for a long night of hate fire.
Watson: Matt Angel even went so far as to say Joe Doe could just DIE for all he cares. I mean, surely the guy can’t mean that can he?
Sydney: Personally? I don’t think he’s got the cojones to kill a guy, but that’s just me.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall! First, from Los Angeles California, weighing in at 180 pounds... MATT ANGEL!
"I will Show You" By From Ashes To New blasts from the PA system, Matt Angel walks out and with his arms raised he walks down the ramp way high-fiving the fans. He jumps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and also celebrates cheering to the fans.
Starr: And his opponent, from Johannesburg, South Africa, weighing in at 200 pounds... JOE DOE!
'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. They both stand there and scan the crowd before walking to the ring.
They both reach the ring, Joe climbs the ropes and scans the crowd once more while Sweet Mike just smiles.
DING DING DING
Sweet Mike’s smile is wiped off of his face as Matt Angel starts off the match with a thunderous clothesline that sends Joe Doe out of the ring nearly as quickly as the match starts. Mike goes to check on Joe, but Matt cuts him off, threatening to send him right over the audience barricade. Sweet Mike takes a few steps back, hands held up in protest before Joe hits a chop block to the back of Matt’s knee to save his manager’s bacon. Joe jumps on the offensive, hitting the downed Matt with a step up enziguri before trying to put the match away early.
1!
Matt’s shoulder shoots up from the ringside floor and Joe gives a glance to Angel before climbing up onto the ring apron and sizing up his opponent. Joe leaps off of the apron with a diving crossbody, but is met mid-air with a dropkick from Angel that takes all of the wind out of Joe Doe and leaves him gasping for air ringside. Matt grabs Joe by the arm, pulling him to his feet before he whips him into the barricade hard, following the momentum up with a series of muy thai kicks that has the crowd roaring louder with each planted kick. One final kick and Joe slumps down while Angel gets a grin on his face to the rest of the crowd.
Watson: Angel is looking for The Fallen!
Sydney: That’s gonna hurt out there at ringside!
Angel pulls Doe up to his feet and hoists him high, but Joe struggles against him and manages to reverse into a thunderous DDT! Sweet Mike pumps a fist, telling him to go for the pin but Joe is having none of it, and instead pulls Angel to his feet and whips him away from the ring and toward the barricade at the foot of the entrance ramp. Joe hooks his arm around Matt’s neck to set up a DDT, but Matt breaks free and the two begin to exchange blows up the ramp toward the Mac Tron. Joe throws a shoulder tackle at Matt, trying to drive him back down the ramp but he stands his ground as they reach the top of the stage. Matt goes for a closed fist, but Joe ducks and hits a neckbreaker on the stage. He pulls Angel to his feet, hooking his arms before delivering ‘Goodnight’ on the steel stage! He hooks the leg, Sweet Mike counting along with the referee.
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... JOE DOE!
Watson: Matt Angel wanted to turn Joe Doe into John Doe, but he couldn’t quite get the job done tonight.
Sydney: His face might look like dough though after that DDT.
Watson: He might be banged up, but Matt Angel put up a hell of a fight. Tonight Joe just had a little more luck on his side.
The words "A Few Minutes Ago" appear over a blank screen before it transitions into a view of the backstage area of the Cow Palace. Annie Cliffhanger, in her wrestling gear, is seen talking to a stagehand outside her locker room. Annie nods her head at the man and he walks away. Our camera follows Annie as she walks in the opposite direction, toward the employee entrance. Once she's there she has no trouble spotting her sister, Sara, as the latter is seen arguing with security about getting in.
Annie Cliffhanger: Hey, hey! It's okay, guys, she's with me. It's all right, let her in.
Security Guy #1: Sure thing. My apologies, Miss Michaels.
Security Guy #2: Sorry 'bout the hold up.
Sara Michaels: What the hell's wrong with you people? You should know I've been cleared to be here.
Security Guy #2: The powers-that-be have beefed up security to limit unauthorized access and to help ensure the safety of our roster members.
Sara Michaels: Really? I mean, REALLY?! Where the hell was all this extra security when I got hit in the back of the head with a steel chair, huh?
Security Guy #1: Actually, that's part of what sparked the increase in security.
Sara Michaels: Okay, but then why were you guys giving me such a hard time about getting in? You obviously know who I am.
Security Guy #2: You're not on the list, Miss Michaels. Says right here you're the manager of one Owensby Smith, and he's not scheduled to be here tonight, so technically--
Sara Michaels: Technically what? Technically the EWC should put more thought into who they hire to guard the damn arena? Shove it up your--
Annie Cliffhanger: Okay, okay. Sara, just calm down and follow me. We don't have long before I need to head to the ring.
Sara rolls her eyes, but follows her sister. She flips the security guys the bird as she pushes past them. Our scene comes to a close.
SINGLES MATCH
Annie Cliffhanger
VS Mercenary
Watson: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight Annie Cliffhanger makes her solo debut! She's set to go one-on-one against The Mercenary in just a few moments. Wow, Sydney, could the odds possibly be any more against her here tonight?
Sydney: Perhaps, but Mercenary is definitely going to be a challenge. You know what they say about getting the hard shit done first before you run out of steam, though. A win tonight could catapult Annie to heights she'd otherwise couldn't even imagine.
Watson: Should Mercenary win like many are assuming he will, it'll help him to get out of the funk he seems to have been in lately. Both competitors NEED a win tonight, and I for one think we're about to be treated to a match we'll remember for a long, long time.
Sydney: This is one of the rare times I actually agree with you, Watson.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall! First, from right here in Daly City, California, weighing in at 122 pounds... She is The Completionist... ANNIE CLIFFHANGER!
"Infrared" by Three Days Grace starts to play as the lights go out. Red strobe lights bathe the entrance and the audience in bright red color and the tempo of the music picks up after approximately 30 seconds. Our attention is on the ramp where Annie stands with her back to the camera, the word Cliffhanger emblazoned on the back of her leather jacket. She moves her shoulders up and down to the rhythm of the music before turning to face the ring with a big smile on her face. As she starts to head toward the ring, out comes Sara Michaels to accompany her. Annie doles out high-fives and knuckle bumps to the fans as she walks down the ramp. Once at the ring she climbs the nearest turnbuckle and poses for the fans before front-flipping into the ring to a round of applause from the audience. She finds her corner, removes her jacket, and bounces up and down in a pre-match warm-up as she awaits the match to begin.
Starr: And her opponent, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 365 pounds... He is The Old-School Outlaw... THE MERCENARY!
"Meet The Monster" by Five Finger Death Punch starts to play. Mercenary walks into a flashing red light. His face is painted with war paint resembling The Punisher skull logo. He is stiff... hard... Frankenstein's deadly creation come to life. Smoke rolls in and with it comes the beautiful Dalilah Ashe. She grasps his arm and pulls herself to his immobile steel frame. They stand in the smoke and fire before starting towards the ring at a steady pace filled with anger and purpose.
DING DING DING
Annie's first impulse is to take the fight to Mercenary as soon as the bell sounds. She manages to catch Mercenary off guard with a Tilt-a-Whirl Head-Scissors Take-Down, but Mercenary is quick to get back up. Annie attempts a flying Crossbody, but this time she's caught in mid-air. Mercenary tosses her over his head with a Fall Away Slam. Annie rolls out of the ring, shakes it off, and then charges back in for more. She throws a series of punches at Mercenary, hitting him in the head, chest and abdomen. A Spinning Heel Kick precedes a Running Bulldog, and momentum starts to move in her favor. She hooks Mercenary's leg for an early pin attempt, but Mercenary kicks out at one. Annie runs to the corner and hops up on the turnbuckle, but once again she finds herself getting caught by Mercenary, who performs another Fall Away Slam. With the wind knocked out of her, Annie lies on her back staring up at the ceiling. Mercenary stares down at her, anger flowing through his veins. He grabs a handful of Annie's hair and drags her closer to the turnbuckle, which he climbs up on and drops down with a Guillotine Leg Drop. Now that he's in control of the match, Mercenary takes his time toying with Annie. Each time she attempts to get back up, she's put back down with a Front Kick to the gut, and then a Side Kick to Annie's knee before he utilizes the rope to perform a Dropkick to Annie's face as she tries to sit upright. Mercenary covers her for a close 3 count. Annie's barely able to kick out of it, but she does--just in the knick of time.
Watson: Could've been over right there with that Kick Combo from Mercenary. This isn't looking like a match anymore.
It's starting to look more like a straight up beat down.
Sydney: I'm actually getting a little worried for Annie. That kick to the face could've damaged her best feature. Damn Mercenary!
It seems like ages have gone by since Annie's last offensive move, and Mercenary continues to whittle away at her. To her credit, however, she doesn't look to be giving in or giving up just yet, even as Mercenary devastates her with not one, but TWO Decimator Atomic Bombs.
Mercenary covers Annie, but WAIT! Sara Michaels is on the ring apron, trying to grab the referee's attention. The referee orders her to get down, but instead of following orders--which she's not known to do, ever--she lifts up her t-shirt and flashes her boobies at the referee. She shows some modesty, however, by having covered her nips with pasties. It's like she had this planned or something. Nevertheless, she's got some nice lady lumps. Anyway, the referee, obviously as distracted as everybody else, doesn't see the pin attempt by Mercenary.
The latter gets up off Annie and walks over to the referee as Dalilah Ashe, outside the ring, grabs Sara by the leg and pulls her off the apron. Mercenary turns the referee around and starts barking orders at him to pay attention.
The referee turns his focus back on to the match at hand, but Annie's no longer in danger of being pinned. She has pulled herself up and is resting against the turnbuckle when Mercenary grabs a hold of her, sets her up, and is successfully able to give her The Gravestone Drop. Annie is finished. There's no way she'll be able to kick out now. Mercenary hooks the leg.
Mercenary covers Annie, but WAIT! Sara Michaels is on the ring apron, trying to grab the referee's attention. The referee orders her to get down, but instead of following orders--which she's not known to do, ever--she lifts up her t-shirt and flashes her boobies at the referee. She shows some modesty, however, by having covered her nips with pasties. It's like she had this planned or something. Nevertheless, she's got some nice lady lumps. Anyway, the referee, obviously as distracted as everybody else, doesn't see the pin attempt by Mercenary.
The latter gets up off Annie and walks over to the referee as Dalilah Ashe, outside the ring, grabs Sara by the leg and pulls her off the apron. Mercenary turns the referee around and starts barking orders at him to pay attention.
The referee turns his focus back on to the match at hand, but Annie's no longer in danger of being pinned. She has pulled herself up and is resting against the turnbuckle when Mercenary grabs a hold of her, sets her up, and is successfully able to give her The Gravestone Drop. Annie is finished. There's no way she'll be able to kick out now. Mercenary hooks the leg.
... 1! ...
...... 2! ......
............ 3!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via Pinfall... THE MERCENARY!
Watson: Well, she tried, but Mercenary was just too much for her to handle, even with the help from her sister. Many folks saw this coming, but that didn't scare Annie away from facing The Mercenary head on. So we have to give her props for that, at least.
Sydney: She's either fearless... or stupid. Who knows which one it is. Either way, Mercenary destroyed her body AND her hopes at starting her singles career off on a good note. She'll bounce back--hopefully--and we all like to see women bounce, amiright?
Watson: Despite the distraction by her sister, Annie couldn't pull it off. But considering the size difference between Annie and Mercenary, I don't think the fans will think any less of her for it. What a match! Congratulations, Mercenary!
Mercenary's music cuts out and all attention turns toward the top of the ramp where Mayhem and Malice, collectively known as Damage Inc., are now standing, staring down at the ring where Mercenary and Annie are collecting themselves. Sara Michaels, still putting as much distance between her and Dalilah as she can, charges into the ring and scurries over to her sister. Annie and Sara are stuck between Mercenary on one side and Damage Inc. on the other. The latter has begun descending the ramp toward the ring, walking menacingly toward the sisters. Dalilah has entered the ring, and she's telling Mercenary to move in on the twins, but he's looking like he doesn't have the heart to beat on Annie any more than he already has, and this affords the twins a chance to roll out of the ring. With her sister's help, Annie hops the barricade and run through the sea of fans with Mayhem and Malice in hot pursuit. Our cameras try to keep up with the action as the twins find themselves backstage, making a bee-line for the employee's entrance.
Sara Michaels: They're right behind us! What should we do?
Annie Cliffhanger: Keep running!
The security guards who earlier were trying to prevent Sara from getting into the backstage area, are shocked to see the two ladies running as fast as they can toward the parking lot. The girls stop at the security station and start to plead with the two men positioned there, breathing heavily.
Sara Michaels: Hey, assholes! Looks like it might be time to do your jobs! We're being chased by Damage Inc. Can you help us?
Neither man seems to know how to respond to that, but it doesn't matter because just then a car comes whipping in to the parking lot going way too fast to be going the legal speed limit. The driver's side door opens up and a man we don't recognize pops his head out and yells to the women.
Unidentified Driver: Need a ride, ladies? Quick, jump in! Crap, they're right behind you! Move, move, move!
Annie Cliffhanger: Tommy! What are you-- oh, never mind! It doesn't matter! I'm so happy to see you!
Tommy: There'll be time for all that later, now get in!
Mayhem and Malice are seen in the background, still chasing after Annie and Sara. The security guards attempt to stand between them and the girls, but they're plowed over effortlessly by the two huge men. Fortunately for Annie and Sara, they're already in the car and it peels out of the parking lot going just as fast as it did coming in, leaving Mayhem and Malice standing there looking pissed. What the hell did we just see? Are they working with Mercenary? Guess we'll have to wait to find out! Our scene transitions elsewhere.
FATAL FOUR-WAY MATCH
Gerald Dragon
VS Chris Maverick
VS Scott Grayse
VS Emma Louise
VS Scott Grayse
VS Emma Louise
Watson: Welcome back to Episode Eighty of FSW! We're about to start our third match of the night off!
Sydney: We're about to go into a massive Fatal Four-Way!
Watson: And most people have been with at least one other opponent at least once!
Sydney: True, true. Seventy-nine saw both Maverick and Louise in that brutal Ladder Match. And later that night, we also saw Dragon and Grayse in a Triple Threat with Evie Clifton. This should be great to see all four go toe-to-toe and test themselves to their very limits! So what are we waiting for?! Let's go!
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall! First, from Chattanooga, 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. He stands on each of the top of the ring posts to bow to the fans as a sign of respect to the fans as done in the Japanese culture. He then stands in the middle of the ring and raises his right fist in the air.
Starr: And his opponent coming to the ring, weighing in at 235 pounds, he currently resides in The Graveyard, he is the Devil's Worst Nightmare.. CHRIS MAVERICK!
'Sing From The Gallows' by Diablo BLVD blasts through the PA boxes, as Chris Maverick stumbles his way out, with a crazed look around to the fans. Maverick's eyes are widened and he has a sly smirk on his face. Maverick slowly walks down the ramp, slapping his head. Maverick steps in the ring, and runs towards the ropes where he raises his arm over it. Maverick paces around back and forth, and then slaps his head. Maverick smiles again, and hits the ropes. Maverick falls down on his back and claps for himself, laughing as he does it. Maverick rolls to his feet, and takes his jacket off.
Starr: And their opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 245 pounds, a man reborn, The Sinister Psychopath, SCOTT GRAYSE!
It becomes ominously quiet in the arena and everything goes black. The SkyTron lights up showing blood dripping from a hammer, Scott Grayses 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 where his next victim awaits. .
Starr: And their opponent, making her way to the ring, weighing in at 135 pounds, from Los Santos by way of London, England... The Ever Beautiful and Very Dangerous... EMMA LOUISE!
'Dubbed NWO Theme' hits and the lights begin to strobe. El Cazador leads the way shouting abuse at the fans in the crowd. Behind him walks Emma Louise. She shows zero emotion in her face instead looking straight ahead. They enter the ring and El Cazador climbs to the middle turnbuckle to continue shouting abuse. Emma remains standing in her corner.
DING DING DING
Almost immediately, people find an opponent to charge at! Dragon goes right at Louise with a German Suplex! Maverick and Grayse, meanwhile, rush for each other! Grayse swings with Helen, but The Devil's Worst Nightmare manages to duck and avoid the hammer! He then tries to sneak behind Grayse to perform his own German Suplex. Before he can move behind, though, Maverick is met with a Short-Arm Clothesline, knocking him down onto the canvas!
Watson: Wow. Fatal Four-Ways are also hectic and all, but ... I'm literally at a bit of a loss for words. This is ... really anyone's match.
Sydney: Oddly, I agree. Even though Grayse entered with a weapon, everyone is holding their own pretty well.
Meanwhile, we see that Dragon and Louise has been a back-and-forth exchange. At one point, Louise lands a chop on Gerald. But he counters with his own and lands a backhand smack on Louise's chest! It's a bit too late for him to take the move back, though, and he actually looks a bit apologetic while Emma looks absolutely livid.
Watson: ... Like they say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Sydney: Or smacked, in this case.
Watson: I'm sure it was an honest mistake, but ... yeah. It still doesn't fix the mess Dragon has probably set himself in, even if by accident.
Sydney: Maybe he can capitalize on this opportunity, though?
Sure enough, Dragon does seem to find an opportunity. He succeeds where Maverick fails and slips behind Louise. His arms go around her waist as he flips her over with a Dragon Suplex! But he purposely tosses her so she doesn't just get tossed backwards! No, she flies right into both Maverick and Grayse!
Even though normally, this wouldn't be an issue, the two were very close together. It thus causes her to headbutt Grayse while a boot lands against one of Chris's shins, making him howl in pain!
Dragon stares at the now discarded hammer ... and shakes his head, deciding against using it. He instead takes advantage of the others being down and grabs the first person his hands can find which turn out to be Maverick himself! He pulls Chris to the center, away from the others, and squeezes around his neck and head as he locks in an Anaconda Vice!
With nowhere to go nor any way to reach the ropes, Chris has no choice to tap! Though right before the bells ring, we see both Emma and Scott trying to run towards Dragon to stop him, but they're both a few seconds too late!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via submission ... Gerald Dragon!
Watson: Amazing athletic displays all around.
Sydney: Be that as it may, I think Dragon may have put an even larger target on his back.
Watson: Probably. But that's one of the risks that comes with this industry. If you're not ready for that sorta danger, too bad.
The Sinister Psychopath looks just as furious as Maverick. He even tries to get one last swing in against Dragon, who's standing in the ring with his arm raised. The referee turns around though, managing to hear the weapon flying through the air, and moves away while still holding onto Gerald's arm. He gives a stern warning, insisting Grayse backs down or security will be called. Reluctantly, the others begin slowly leaving the ring, going up towards the ramp. The camera lingers on the referee and Gerald still in the ring as we cut away to ...
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Tyler Quest
VS Alton Kickass
VS Equinox
VS Equinox
Watson: What an incredible show of technical prowess we just witness Sydney.
Sydney: And now we’re onto sunshine and lollipops. Lovely.
Watson: Three very talented and very determined competitors tonight, are all looking to get an extra look from our General Manager as we get ready to kick off our European tour in TWO WEEKS!
Sydney: Will tonight be enough to put one of these three into contention for the North American championship that’s been rumored to come to FSW though?
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall! First, 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.
Starr: And her opponent, from St Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 235 pounds... EQUINOX!
”Dark Passenger” by Motionless in White plays over the PA system as Equinox rises from beneath the stage amidst a cloud of purple smoke. He runs full speed down to the ring, sliding in beneath the bottom rope before getting up on the top turnbuckle and playing to the crowd.
Starr: And finally, from Buffalo, New York, weighing in at 265 pounds... ALTON KICKASS!
The opening guitars of "Kick Ass" by Egypt Central begin to play. The lights go red and orange, flickering like broiling heat.
Deep Voice: The following ass-kicking is sponsored by Kickass Meat Company, home of the Kickass Donkeysauce Cheeseburger... You just can't beat our Kickass Meat!
The guitars BLAST, as two rows of orange and yellow streamers blow up from the floor, symbolizing fire. Alton emerges, sucking on a lollipop and wearing a white jacket and sunglasses. He steps through the "fire", then raises his arms for the approval of fans.
On the way down to the ring, Alton swaggers with a big grin on his face, while also making an effort to high five as many fans as he can. Once he gets to ringside, he spins, hooks one leg on the middle rope, and leans provocatively, showing off his oiled hairy chest and sizable, erm, "area". He takes the lollipop out of his mouth, grins, and tosses it into the crowd before rolling swiftly into the ring, walking to the opposite corner, and raising his fists to the sky.
DING DING DING
Alton winks at Tyler, before she visibly gags and Equinox takes the opportunity to hit a running dropkick to the back of Alton that sends him flying into Tyler and sends them both into the corner. Alton stumbles backward and Equinox hits a neckbreaker before popping up and taking a run at Tyler in the corner with a flying clothesline that sees her falling to her knees before nearly falling into Alton’s crotch. Alton looks down and grins, looking to the crowd with a knowing nod before Equinox pulls Tyler off of him and goes for a pinfall that only gets a 1 count before Alton gets involved and breaks it up. He pulls Equinox up to his feet as Tyler rolls out of the ring to get herself a minute to recoup. Alton drives a knee into Equinox’s ribs before whipping him into the corner. He follows up with a series of chops to the chest before Equinox slumps down and Alton gets a running start and hits a bronco buster in the corner. He pulls Equinox out, going for a pin but out of nowhere Tyler Quest comes FLYING off of the top turnbuckle dropping onto both men with High Noon - her corkscrew 450 splash - that leaves all three of them dazed on the mat.
Watson: This has been nothing short of pandemonium!
Sydney: A lot of back and forth, but can we seriously get a Kickass Cheeseburger truck out in front of the Cow Palace?
Tyler is first to her feet, and she looks to capitalize by grabbing Alton and trying to get a cover, and manages a two count before he kicks out. She abandons that plan and instead goes for a cover on Equinox, this time also getting a two count but before she can try to keep him down Alton’s got hold of her and pulls her to her feet, he spins her to face him before he lifts her up and hits a snap suplex that brings her to the mat hard. He looks down at Tyler before he gets a knowing grin on his face and looks out to the crowd, screaming ‘DONKEYSAUCE!’ before he runs the ropes, leaping over Tyler twice before he leaps off of the middle rope with a lionsault, landing perfectly across Tyler as he hooks the leg.
1!
2!
Before Mercer can call the three count, Equinox drives a double foot stomp into the back of Alton to break up the pinfall. Nox pulls up Alton, grabbing him by the back of the tights and throwing him out of the ring between the top two ropes. He grabs the top rope, looking down at Alton before he turns and sees Tyler Quest coming at him with a full head of steam. Equinox drops down, grabbing the top rope and dumping Tyler over the rope and into the awaiting arms of Alton. He looks ready to make a (probably) inappropriate comment, but before he can say a word, Equinox comes flying into both of them with a shooting star plancha from the ring apron and all three are laid out outside the ring and the referee begins the count out.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Equinox gets to his feet first, rolling into the ring under the bottom rope with Alton following behind, climbing up onto the apron with an assist from the middle rope. Equinox pulls Alton into the ring, and drives a kick into his ribs as the crowd ‘oooohs’. Alton shoots off a kick of his own, and Equinox staggers back before coming forward with another kick to the ribs, both men attempting to outlast the other. Alton drives Equinox back into the corner, sending several stiff kicks to the midsection before he backs off, looking for another bronco buster but Tyler Quest is back in the ring and grabs Alton from behind with a small package.
1!
Alton kicks out, and Tyler picks him up, looking for the Question Mark before Equinox comes out of the corner and nearly takes Tyler’s head off her shoulders with a clothesline. With Quest down, Equinox goes up to the top rope looking for Dark Kingdom, but Alton runs into the ropes and Equinox lands straddling the turnbuckle. The King of High Spots slumps down, and as a groggy Tyler Quest gets to her feet Alton grabs hold of her and drives her down for the Last Meal with a suggestive nod as he hooks the leg for the three count.
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... ALTON KICKASS!
Watson: An incredible match between all three of these competitors tonight, but it just didn’t go Equinox or Tyler’s way.
Sydney: You got me there, it wasn’t half bad. Now if we can get some burgers in here...
Watson: Burgers or not, I think all three of these competitors are well on their way to leaving a mark on EWC. We'll be back with more FSW 80 action .. right after this
SINGLES MATCH
Kyle Gautier
VS Mona Fox
Watson: Welcome back to FSW 80 .. we are about ready for our next match
Purple lights and fog fill the entrance way as “The Man” by the Killers starts to play out. A moment later, Kyle Gautier walks out from the back with a smirk on his face as he heads toward the ring while giving out some high fives.
Starr: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Mobile, Alabama and weighing in at 215 pounds...this is KYLE GAUTIER!
Watson: Tonight marks this man’s return to FSW and I know plenty of people are excited about it!
Sydney: I can’t understand why. Just look at him missing all those down lows!
Watson: Well, we’re about to see if he missed a beat in his time away.
Sydney: I just bet he has.
After entering the ring, he points to the crowd and then covers his heart to show that’s where they live. Not long after that, “War Cry” by Diamante begins to play out as Mona Fox makes her way out. She smirks and shows off her newly won briefcase to the crowd as she walks down toward ringside.
Starr: And his opponent, on her way to the ring from Portland, Oregon and weighing in at 120 pounds...here is ‘The White Fox’ MONA FOX!
Watson: Mona making sure everyone knows she’s the one to walk away with an opportunity on our last show!
Sydney: As she should.
Watson: Mona definitely earned the attention she’s been getting lately. But we’re about to find out if she can keep the momentum rolling with another win tonight.
After putting her briefcase on the apron, Mona slides in the ring and turns her attention to Kyle.
DING DING DING
Kyle obviously has something to prove as he comes right for Mona. She does her best to fight back, but eventually a motivated Kyle gets the better of her. Once he has her down, Kyle does his best to keep her there while showing some off some of his best moves. He picks up a nearfall after delivering a hard elbow to her sternum. He works the crowd into a frenzy before going to pull her up from the mat. But as he bends forward, Mona kicks him in the back of the head. This buys Mona a bit of time as he staggers back and goes to one knee holding his head. As Mona struggles to her feet, Kyle is there to hit her with a European Uppercut. But as he goes to follow it up with a bulldog, Mona pushes him off into the ropes. As he comes off of them, Mona trips him up in a Drop Toe Hold.Watson: Kyle was complete control up until that!
Sydney: Mona just welcomed him back to FSW in the best way possible.
Watson: Not too sure about that one.
Sydney: I am.
She then goes on the attack. The crowd definitely not loving the fact she remains in control for the next several minutes. She is close to victory after nearly taking his head off with a Roundhouse Kick. After getting him back to his feet, Mona whipped him into the corner where she followed him in with a Running Dropkick. However, Kyle ended up moving and Mona laid on the mat gripping at her leg.
Watson: Mona is in a bad way right now.
Sydney: This isn’t good.
Mona is trying to pull herself up in the corner using the ropes when Kyle made a grab for her. That’s when she reaches out for her briefcase on the apron. Once she has it, Mona spins and tries to hit him with it, but Kyle ducks and kicks it out of her hands. Mona looks completely stunned that the briefcase is no longer in her grasp when Kyle suddenly gets ahold of her and puts her to the mat with a half nelson slam before making the cover. 1...2...3!
DING DING DING
As “The Man” by The Killers starts to play out, Kyle is seen tapping his temple as he gets to his feet and has his arm raised in victory.Starr: Here is your winner via pinfall...KYYYYYYYLEEEE GAAAAUTIERRRRRR!
Watson: The returning Kyle Gautier just outsmarted the White Fox.
Sydney: I don’t believe it!
Watson: Well, believe it. Despite Mona’s underhanded tactics, Kyle ends up taking her Downtown to get this win! As great as that was, things are only going to get better from here on out because up next, we have our first of two championship matches tonight as Draco Lazarus defends the Television Title against Killjoy Ito!
Kyle continues his celebration with the crowd as we fade to commerical
EWC TELEVISION
CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Killjoy Ito
VS Draco Lazarus
Watson: Up next is a Singles Match for the Television Championship! The Golden Boy himself, Draco Lazarus will defend his titles against the Indy Champion, KIlljoy Ito!
Sydney: Ito has a real opportunity to become a double champion, much like Ace King. Beating a shrewd man like Lazarus isn't going to be easy, but it's not an impossible task.
Watson: Sitting at number two on the Elite Fifteen list, KIlljoy Ito is just one championship away from presumably securing thagt number one spot.
Sydney: Let's go to Isabelle Starr inside the ring.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWC Television Championship! First, from Tokyo, Japan weighing in at 235 pounds...he is the EWC Indy 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, the white light turns gold as gold confetti falls from the ceiling. 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. Tommy points to the championship around the Killjoy's waist and smiles. He leads Killjoy to the ring as the fans heckle him but reach out to touch Killjoy. Tommy Love walks up the steps first and enters the ring and walks the ring with his ‘Love Stick’ held high in the air, he threatens the referee with it and tells him to call the match clean as Killjoy climbs into the ring and walks to the center of the ring. He stretches out his arms and tilts his head back and soaks in the cheers from the fans before removing his jacket and hands it to Tommy Love and then unhooks the championship and holds it up into the air as Tommy exits the ring and stands ringside..
Watson: Killjoy looks ready. Heck, even the crowd is on his side! From a young boy in the Akio Dojo to an international superstar!
The Jaws theme hits, a sea of boos drown the arena. A few seconds later, a man wearing Viking helmet and garments appears on the stage. As the music stops, the Viking blows into the horn for an absurd amount of time. When it finally ends, the Zelda theme begins to blast throughout the arena. Draco Lazarus is carried out on a Golden Throne, adorning his Golden Robe, the King of EWC Television Crown prominently gleaming in the spotlight. Four burly men with thick beards, wearing various furs carry Draco to the ring. When they get to the ring, Draco stands up, pushes down with all his might, and leaps onto the ring. The burly men let out grunts of pain as Draco may have ripped a few of their muscles. Draco pauses on the apron, swings around to make sure everyone sees his smug smirk. He holds his crown as he slips through the ropes. The ring announcer is about to introduce him, but Draco rips it from their hand then “shoo’s” them away. He hands the mic to Luna, dressed in gold silks, sporting serpent jewelry around her neck and wrists.
Luna: He is Draco of House Lazarus. First of his name. Breaker of Chains, Bringer of Nightmares, Ruiner of Careers, Winner and Defender of Titles, The One True Most Hated King of EWC Television!
The fans fill the arena with Boos and Jeers. The newly crowned King of EWC Television circles the ring, one hand on the crown, the other raising his cane, pointing at the audience. Finally he stops in the corner, leans down, Luna takes his Crown and puts it on the pillow held by the little person in Zelda gear, paid solely to hold the pillow and the crown. Draco snickers and thumbs his nose, waiting for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING
The match starts off with a stare off between Killjoy Ito and Draco Lazarus in the middle of the ring. Draco puts out a hand as a sign of good will, but Ito doesn't seem to trust him. Lazarus tries to explain slowly that it's a test of strength as if Ito couldn't understand what he's saying. Ito frowns and responds with a kick to the gut, prompting cheers from the fans. Killjoy whips Lazarus to the ropes drops down to make Draco jump over him and catches him with a dropkick off the rebound. Sensing what may happen, Draco rolls out of the ring and stumbles around. He points as Ito and demands the ref to keep his opponent away as he makes his way back into the ring. The boos of the crowd get louder as Lazarus slides into the ring and blindside Ito when his attention was on the ref. He attacks him with a series of forearms, a gut kick, and a silver spoon DDT. He quickly attempts a pin!
1...
2...
Ito kicks out!
Watson: Lazarus looks like he wants to end this early! As cunning and gifted as he is, even he knows he doesn't want to go the dis stance with Ito.
Sydney: It will take everything in Draco's toolbox to retain his title tonight. He just have to stay one step ahead of Ito.
Killjoy kicks out at two, stunned from the surprising offense. Lazarus grins at the upset crowd and blows them a kiss. After several forearms, he hits a drop down kick/uppercut combination. Ito tries to shake off the damage he's taken but is subjected to a crossface chicken wing. Draco starts laughing maniacally as Ito waves his arms wildly. Tommy Love is ringside, shouting words of support for his client. Ito fights his way out of the hold and gets to his feet. He catches a kick from Draco and counters with a suplex into a neck breaker over his knee. Lazarus slowly got to his knees, but was caught by a corkscrew roundhouse. Ito makes his way to the corner and climbs to the top. Ito dives from the top but lands next to Lazarus who had his feet up. Surprised that his counter didn't pay off, Draco put his legs down but received a jumping double stomp to the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. As Lazarus laid on his side, Ito deadlifts him and lands a pinning Falcon Arrow!
1...
2...
Lazarus kicks out!
Watson: Ito is out-conning the con man! Lazarus looks like he's at his wit's end!
Sydney: Ito just needs to keep up the pressure and he'll walk out of here with both belts!
Ito wastes no time picking his opponent up and whips him to the corner. He charges forward, but Draco has to boot up. Ito gets caught in the face and stumbles back. Draco springboards off the ropes and connects with a disaster kick. With Ito down, Lazarus takes a moment to gather his strength. Draco turns to look at his Television Championship with smiles. He picks up Ito and whips him, but Ito spins and counters with one of his own. The Indy Champ connects with another dropkick on the rebound. He makes his way to the apron and waits for Draco to get to his feet. He springboards off the ropes for his signature Kushu, but Draco throws the ref in front of him. Killjoy pulls his attack back in time as the ref dives out the way. Seeing an opportunity, Draco sneaks up to Killjoy from behind with a school boy!
1...
2...
3-
Ito kicks out! He gets to his feet before Draco! He applies a wristlock and performs a rip chord Kettei-da! Draco falls like a log! Ito makes the cover!
1...
2...
3!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: Your winner via pinfall, and your NEW EWC Television Champion...KILLJOY ITO!!!Watson: MAMA MIA!! He did it! Ito did it! He is the Television Champion! Draco can't believe it! He got his shoulder up a split second too late!
Sydney: He's frozen with disbelief! Ito is ecstatic! The ref is handing Ito the championship, the one thing Draco valued the most in this world!
Watson: We have a new champion tonight! Will this be the only title change to happen tonight!? Find out in tonight's main event right after this quick message from our sponsors
FSW CHAMPIONSHIP
TLC MATCH
Melody Malone
VS Stitches
Watson: Well, ladies and gentleman ... this is it. The big one. The match most of you have probably been waiting for.
Sydney: And for very good reasons. This will easily be one of - if not THE most - violent fights we've seen here in FSW.
Watson: And this isn't just any fight, too. It's a TLC match for the FSW Championship, at that rate!
Sydney: Stitches and Malone have been having quite the feud with one another as of late. Will Melody find a way to capitalize and redeem herself after their last encounter at Stranglemania? That is one of the many things we're going to find out tonight.
Watson: Well, ready or not, here we go!
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. 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: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first ... from San Diego, California.. weighing in at 136 pounds... she is THE SIREN OF SCORN, MELODY MALONE!
Melody continues down the ramp toward the ring, ignoring the fans ringside with a half sneer. She climbs up onto the apron, stepping in between the bottom two ropes before she takes her place in the center of the ring. She pulls the jacket open, revealing her leather halter harness. She removes the jacket and tosses it off to the side, adjusting the fingerless gloves on her hands as she takes a step back from the center of the ring and awaits the start of the match.
Starr: And her opponent, from The Carnival Of Shattered Dreams... weighing in at 260 pounds... he is the FSW Champion... 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, he walks down towards the ring with the FSW championship by his side.
DING DING DING
At first, the two stare at one another. It almost seems like they're waiting for their opponent to make the first move. Stitches merely smirks ... and that seems to be enough to finally encourage Melody to rush forward. Just when she's about ready to jump and perform a more aerial-based technique, Stitches slips behind The Siren and grips a fistful of her hair.
He stays behind her, wagging a finger in front of her face - though not too close so she could consider making an effort to bite.
His smirk widens as he yanks Melody brutally down into a vicious Backbreaker.
The commentators visibly cringe.
Watson: Right onto Stitches' knees, too. That had to hurt.
Sydney: This ... may be a match that I might have to force myself to watch the whole way through. I knew it'd be ruthless beforehand, but now that it's just begun? Lord, help me.
Watson: Lord help us all, Sydney.
Sydney: Amen.
While Melody is writhing in pain, Stitches circles around her, much like a shark would to do with its prey. He nods after a few moments, grabs a hold of both of Melody's legs, and lifts her up for a Boston Crab!
The Siren screams - lord does she ever! But she also realizes the danger she's in and thinks quickly. She squirms, trying to wiggle free. It's obvious she's desperate. And whether it was that same urgency, a bit of luck, or even a combination of both ... she does find a way out.
Eventually, she finds and squeezes on Stitches' right ankle.
Stitches grimaces. For a bit, he seems to strengthen his grip ... but then lets go in frustration upon feeling The Siren refusing to let go also. He opts to keep himself in mostly decent shape rather than risking being incapacitated right then and there. Malone is thus thrust roughly - if not a bit unceremoniously - onto the canvas.
Melody pants heavily, slowly pushing herself up to her feet.
Stitches, meanwhile, grabs a bag from underneath the ring. He also tucks a table underneath his left arm. Both items are first placed down before he pivots and grabs another fistful of The Siren's hair.
Sydney: Oh come on now!
Watson: That's Stitches for you. He toys around and enjoys hurting people. A true clown at heart, it seems.
The audience elicits a loud 'OOOOOOOHHHHHH' chorus as Stitches thrusts Melody's head against the canvas, stunning her once more. He then proceeds to start setting the table up ... all while humming. The bag jingles slightly as it's lifted, and we soon see why.
Numerous shards of glass fall on top of the table, easily littering.
Sydney: ... No! He can't be serious!
Watson: I think this is one of the few times he's doing anything but clowning around, Sydney.
Stitches easily lifts Melody up, and it's clear to tell she's fighting to avoid slipping into unconsciousness once again. Stitches shakes his head, clicking his tongue, as he goes from holding her up by The Siren's hair to wrapping a hand around her neck. He saunters towards the table ...
Sydney: Oh gods, no! Not like this!
He changes once more, now putting her in position for a different move. Melody tries to do literally any and everything - even kicking the side of his head. It does seem to visibly annoy Stitches, but not enough to make him let go! He slams The Siren down using a Sit-Out Powerbomb to do so - not only breaking the table in the process, but causing a good chunk of the shards to dig right into Melody's flesh!
The audience is going absurd!
Audience: HOLY SHIT!!!
CLAP, CLAP!!!
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP!!!
Audience: HOLY SHIT!!!
CLAP, CLAP!!!
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP!!!
The camera zooms in and sees not only is The Siren bleeding, but a few tears are quickly but quietly streaming down her face. She glares daggers as she looks up at Stitches, whose smirk only grows at her reaction.
Melody actually, literally growls as she stands up, panting rapidly through her nose. Her fists clench in frustration before finally ... she runs forward!
Sydney: NO! GOD, NO!
But Stitches darts right after her, causing Melody to be taken off-guard! She stops in her tracks, not wanting to crash with the Clown, but he doesn't stop! He continues pursuing Melody and eventually thrusts a boot against the side of her head, driving one of the still embedded shards deeper! Beautiful Disasterpiece (Running Bicycle Kick)!
Melody cries out, angrily ripping the bit of glass from her temple before trying to toss it right at Stitches. He chuckles ... but still dodges, not being nearly as hurt or wounded as Malone is.
Stitches saunters forward once more towards The Siren. Melody looks like she wants to back away from him, but her feet won't allow it!
Watson: I think we can safely say with no hesitation that The Siren has snapped!
Sydney: Well, can you blame her? Especially with whom her opponent is?
Watson: Fair point.
As the gap between Stitches and Melody Malone is closed, he pulls her head, locking it beside his hip and goes for the Sound Of Silence (Future-Shock DDT)! He chuckles as he keeps The Siren up on her feet ... wobbly, but still standing. He takes a few steps back, only to dash forward and execute a Lethal Lariat (Clothesline From Hell) against Melody, forcing her to collapse back onto the shattered table and glass!
His smirk expands, and now he truly is grinning from ear to ear, as he moves down and attempst to cover Malone after a few moments. Only ... for the referee to remind him pinfalls don't matter.
The words make him angrily scoff at the thought of having to give his fun up as he looks towards the referee. But the ref doesn't take his words back. If anything, he points up, showing the FSW strap still dangling above.
Stitches rolls his eyes, seeming less than happy about not being able to do a pinfall and have it mattering ... but at the same time, it's clear he's not going to just give his title up without a fight. Proven by the sight of him reluctantly moving to grab a ladder from under the table and setting it up.
The Siren groans, eyes fluttering as she tries - gods help her, she tries - to stand back up. Every effort ends in failure, though.
Stitches is able to climb the rest of the way up and retrieve the title, causing the battle to come to an end!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner and STILL FSW CHAMPION .... STITCHES!
Watson: Oh, thank gods. That ... what a match.
Sydney: It really was. This will definitely be a night to remember. Make no mistake about it.
Watson: Annnnd, that's it for tonight's episode of FSW, folks! Join us next time for more heart-pounding action as we head to EUROPE for the EWC's EURO 2019!
The camera lingers on both Stitches and Melody. Medical personnel start hurrying out, beginning to help them both out of the ring, with Melody being put on a stretcher, as FSW goes off the air.
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IN LOVING MEMORY OF ASHTON DRAKE
GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
President Mac
Draco Lazarus
Melody Malone
Owensby Smith
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Malone
MATCH TWO
WRITER: Smith
MATCH THREE
WRITER: Titaness
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Malone
MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Nevaeh
MATCH SIX
WRITER: Matsuda
MATCH SEVEN| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Titaness
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RECAP OF WINNERS
Matt Angel
VS Joe Doe
WINNER: Joe Doe
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Annie Cliffhanger
VS Mercenary
WINNER: Mercenary
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Gerald Dragon
VS Chris Maverick N/S
VS Scott Grayse N/S
VS Emma Louise
WINNER: Gerald Dragon
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Tyler Quest N/S
VS Alton Kickass
VS Equinox
WINNER: Alton Kickass
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Kyle Gautier
VS Mona Fox
WINNER: Kyle Gautier
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TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Killjoy Ito (C)
VS Draco Lazarus (C)
WINNER: Killjoy Ito (and NEW EWC Television Champion)
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FSW CHAMPIONSHIP
Melody Malone
VS Stitches (C)
WINNER: Stitches (and STILL FSW Champion)
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Stitches
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Killjoy Ito Vs Draco Lazarus AND Melody Malone Vs Stitches
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