NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS XVI

[President Mac]

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.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

NIGHT OF
CHAMPIONS XVI

Brought to you by Under Armour, PS4 and Dr Pepper 
Airing LIVE! on EWC NETWORK, DISH, Verizon FIOS TV, & XFINITY

LIVE! from the Bell Centre in Montreal, Quebec Canada

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NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS XVI 

Commentators: Joe Aiello, Cid Sydney & Sandra Amsler

Announcer: Nina Dobrev
Senior Referee: Toyo Yasahiro
Referees: John Dean & Niklaus Forbes

"Hunger" by The Score begins to blast throughout the Bell Centre in Montreal, Quebec Canada

Video footage detailing historic events over the EWC's Twenty One year history.

From March 1997 all the way down to the most recent episodes of Monday Night Brawl, Friday Night Rampage, Future Stars of Wrestling and EWC Prime!

Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Danny Mac and Steve "The Predator" Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator, The Rev, Drake, Xplode, Luke Wolfe, Natalie Young, Candy and then Dominic Sanders all with the EWC Championship.

This is followed by highlights of showcasing current EWC Champions:


Ace King

Cyrus Black

Stephanie Matsuda

Robbie Rayder

Killjoy Ito

Kyle Gautier

JFS

Scorpio
& Georgie Nickles of ReBelle

The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in Montreal is breathtaking as the crowd is absolutely electrifying in their uproar of cheers.

Spotlights circle around the dome as the thousands of fans in attendance are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans back out showing a full-scale view of the jam-packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans. The crowd is rowdy, chanting the company's namesake at such a loud volume that it's a wonder that the music can be heard at all.

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Fireworks emit outside the building and then all around the ring while a fog machine covers the arena in a gold haze! Fans stand up, pumping their fists and raising signs as the camera feed pans to each one of them. One last round of fireworks blast out now, and we turn our attention to Joe Aiello, Cid Sydney & Sandra Amsler.

Aiello: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Night of Champions!! We are live in front of a sold out crowd here tonight in Montreal, Quebec, Canada!

Sydney: Bonjour et bienvenue à nos amis du grand nord blanc!

Amsler: Wait what.... When did you learn French, Cid?! 

Sydney:  Omelette au fromage.

Amsler: Annnnnd that's where we end up... smack dab in the middle of a fucking Dexter's Lab episode...

Aiello: ANYWAY... We have an amazing evening planned with ten matches that are practically GUARANTEED to be show stoppers.... But none more than our main event. All nine EWC champions... In one match... three cages...and the winner truly becomes the Undisputed Champion. They call it the Insanity Cage for a reason folks, and if last year is any indication of what is possible, then this year should be, in the words of a famous Canuck, an instant classic! 

Sydney: In addition to the main event, we have nine other matches, several with title implications. The Indy Championship, the North American title, the TAG TEAM TITLES, and the International Championship will all have contenders decided tonight. Rounding out the affairs, our first match will decide who the contender to the TV title is over on the Prime brand! 

Amsler: On top of that we have will an end to a feud that has been brewing for over a year when Xavier Reid and Nikki Dupree take on Luke and Annabelle Wolfe in a tag team casket match! Speaking of feuds and rivalries, we have Silas Isaac Naberius taking on Kendrick Kross to see who can gather some momentum towards title contention, and the returning Captain Morgan Darkwater looks to settle things with an old rival as he takes on Dominic Sanders!

Sydney: Amsler, I think you know full well Dominic and Morgan aren't rivals. Just because they had one or two matches the last time Morgan was here, does not make them rivals. In fact, I think you'll find that the definition of--

Amsler: Holy shit, are you mansplaining to me at the beginning of a Pay-Per-View? You son of a b--

Aiello: Okay you two, this is professional wrestling. Emphasis on the word PROFESSIONAL. Regardless of their past history, those two look to prove a point as Dominic seeks getting back into title contention, and I'm sure he'll look to make an example out of the man who has staked his claim to Ace King's United States Championship! All that and so incredibly much more tonight, on EWC Night of Champions XVI! We have so much to get to, so much to cover, so many matches on the docket .. We will be back with our first match of the night, right after this message from EWCTV.

The fans continue to chant and cheer as we fade out

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The cameras begin rolling, the words ‘earlier today’ superimposed in the bottom right corner as the shot focuses on a steel door backstage. From the parking garage, Melody Malone steps through the door with a pair of sunglasses framing her face and a smile. She doesn’t make it too far into the Bell Centre, before a familiar voice calls out.

“Your highness!”

The camera pans back and approaching the self-proclaimed Queen of FSW are both the FSW North American Champion Kyle Gautier and his kilt-bro-in-arms, the Intercontinental Champion Cyrus Black. Kyle, naturally, dips down with a curtsey in front of Melody as his North American title threatens to slip off of his shoulder.

Kyle Gautier: My Queen, it’s an honor!

She can’t repress a grin, her soft spot for Kyle’s antics having grown larger over the last couple of weeks. Kyle nudges Cyrus’s ribs, motioning for him to curtsey too before Black winks in Melody’s direction.

Cyrus Black: Where are my manners?

He takes Melody’s hand and brings it up to his lips with a coy smile.

Cyrus Black: Your majesty.

Before the tension can mount any further, Melody is nearly yanked out of frame and is replaced by a visibly agitated Draco Lazarus.

Draco Lazarus: You rang?

Cyrus can’t get a word out before Draco points a finger in Gautier’s direction and snaps.

Draco Lazarus: I haven’t forgotten about you either, but I think SOMEONE is starting to get a little too friendly with MY QUEEN.

Both men are now nose to nose, but before any blows can come both Melody and Kyle are pulling back their respective partners.

Melody Malone: Now, gentlemen… I think we can all agree that we’ve got bigger things to take on tonight. We don’t need this right now. They have their own problems tonight, WE have our own problems tonight, okay? Whatever needs to be solved can wait until Night of Champions is over. I’m not about to jeopardize our chances at the tag team titles, are you?

She looks from Draco to both Kyle and Cyrus before straightening herself and putting on her best ‘queenly’ impersonation.

Melody Malone: I think you two should both go.

Kyle gives Melody a nod and the best curtsy he can while trying to maintain some kind of distance between Draco and Cyrus.

Kyle Gautier: Good luck tonight Mels!

Cyrus: Good luck for your match. I’ll see you at the after party... Draco... and I might add Melody you’re looking good tonight…

As Cyrus says his he winks at Draco who takes a step towards Cyrus before Melody and Kyle get in there way. Kyle gives Melody a nod of the head as she leads Draco in the opposite direction from them before we cut to...

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
CONTENDER MATCH
[WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDER TO THE TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP]
Vanita Thompson
VS Fabien Dufrenese

We return to ringside where commentary sit at the desk.

Aiello: We have a loaded card this evening but we start with a number one contenders match.

Sydney: The winner of this next one will get a shot at the EWC Television champion somewhere down the line.

Amsler: Current champion Jordan Sharpe may be in the back and busy preparing for his big match in tonight’s main event but I’d bet my fee for tonight that he will have one eye on this match to find out who will be in his future!

Dobrev: The following match is a number one contenders match for the EWC Television Title! Joining us first, from Venica, Italy and weighing in at 121 pounds ... VANITA THOMPSON!

”Throes Of Perdition” by Trivium plays as Vanita Thompson steps through the curtain and heads down the isle and into the ring.

Dobrev: And her opponent, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin weighing in tonight at 200 pounds ... FABIEN DUFRESNE!

The horizontal hold of the TV screen gets messed with, then the vertical hold of the TV screen gets messed with, then the whole picture gets messed with. Finally, just as you’re about to change the channel the sounds of ‘They Say’ by Scars on Broadway begins to echo out over the arena, a single spotlight shines down on the entrance portal as out struts Fabian Dufresne. With a cocky grin the blonde haired bastard wears a pair of lined sunglasses and brightly colored ring gear as he begins to make his way down to the ring. As the fans reach out looking to make contact Fabian just backs off and swats at them as if they were flies, he then begins to complain towards EWC event security trying to have as many of the mouthbreathers kicked out of the arena as possible.

DING DING DING

Both competitors stare each other down before Fabien lashes out with a Superkick. Vanita catches his foot before tossing it asside and dropping Fabien to the canvas with a Clothesline. Vanita lifts Fabien to his feet before ramming his head into the turnbuckle post. She then peppers him with a series of Right Hands before Fabien blocks one and hits a right of his own. Fabien then lifts Vanita up for what may be a Side Suplex but Vanita rolls over Fabien’s left shoulder. As her feet touch back onto the canvas, Fabien hits her with a Clothesline knocking her to the ground. Fabian lifts Vanita dropping her back down with a Suplex before getting to his feet and immediately dropping an elbow to her chest. Fabien tries to lift Vanita to her feet but she punches Fabien in the gut and runs at him with a Vain Shot but he somehow catches her in mid air and hits her with a Sit Down Powerbomb.

Aiello: Both athletes giving their all right now in the early going here at Night Of Champions.

Sydney: Yeah but sooner or later one wll slip up. The question is who and when?

Amsler: That’s two. Who and When.

Both athletes are on their feet and exchange right hands before Vanita ducks one by Fabien and hits a spinning Fabien with a German Suplex. She grabs at his left arm in an attempt to lock on an Armbar but Fabien grabs her by the hair and pulls her over him. Both are on their feet quickly and Fabien again attempts a Superkick. Again it is blocked and thrown away by Vanita who attempts to boot Fabien in the gut. He blocks that and pushes her foot away and catches a staggering Vanita with a DDT. As Vanita picks herself off the canvas, Fabien runs at her and catches her with a basement Dropkick. As Vanita stands up she’s caught by a Superkick from Fabien. He makes the cover but Vanita’s arm is under the ropes so the referee waves it off. Fabien pleads his case to the referee. Vanita tries to catch a distracted Fabien with a Crucifix but he throws himself backwards with a Samoan Drop

Aiello: This match is still anybody's to win!

Sydney: Yeah, and I love it!

Amsler: Only problem is nobody is really making any moves to try and win. Sure Dufresne tried for a cover but Vanita was on the ropes. If you hit a Superkick like that, drag her to the middle of the fucking ring.

Both are back to their feet and Vanita grabs Fabien around the waist for a German Suplex. Fabien thrusts his way out of it and hits Vanita with a Right Hand before throwing her off the ropes. As she rebounds off the ropes, she catches Fabien with a Spear. As Fabien lays on the mat clutching his ribs, Vanita hits a legdrop before lifting him to his feet and attempting a Vain Mirror that Fabien counters with a Back Body Drop. Fabien lits her to her feet before Bodyslamming her back down. He then climbs to the second turnbuckle and leaps with a Double Foot Stomp. Vanita rolls out off the way at the last second. As the shock reverberates up Fabien, Vanita charges at him hitting a second Spear. Vanita climbs to the top turnbuckle and hits Fabien right in the chest with a top rope Elbow Drop. Before she can make a cover, Fabien rolls out of the ring. Vanita reaches through the ropes to try and pull Fabien back into the ring but Fabien grabs Vanita and yanks her down onto the rope sending her bouncing across the ring. Fabien gets to the ring apron and springboards in with an attempted Splash but Vanita counters with a raised foot to Fabien’s face.

Aiello: And both are down!

Sydney: We are reaching the nitty gritty of this one. Someone needs to step up!

Amsler: Step up? At this point someone needs to fucking get up!

Both get to their feet slowly as fatigue is setting in. Fabien turns around right into a Superkick. Vanita makes the cover.

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Fabien reaches his arm out and grabs the bottom rope.

Vanita punches the canvas in frustration before lifting Fabien to his feet and attempting another Vain Mirror. Again Fabien Back Drops his way out of it but Vanita is able to land on her feet. She runs off the ropes and catches Fabien with a Vain Shot that only knocks him to the ropes. Vanita catches the rebounding Fabien with a Vain Halo before hooking the leg.

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DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall and the number one contender to the EWC Television Title VANITA THOMPSON!

Vanita raises her arms to the sky and lets out a scream of triumph while Fabien yells out “That was a fast count, The Conspiracy continues!”

Aiello: We said someone needed to step up and Vanita Thompson did just that.

Sydney: How do you work that out? Did you not hear the man? That was a fast count!

Amsler: My fragrant flying ass that was a fast count. Vanita Thompson earned that win here tonight at Night Of Champions.

Aiello: What a match this was but we have more to come as up next is Kendrick Kross taking on Silas Isaac Naberius, a clash between Brawl and Rampage!

Camera cuts to ...

Voice: To you, from failing hands, we throw the torch… Be yours to hold it high.

The camera zooms out, and the crowd cheers as EWC double Champion Ace King looks up at the ceiling of the Montreal Canadiens dressing room, with the very passage he just recited on full display.

Ace King: This industry we’re all part of… This way of life we’ve all chosen… It was built, like just about anything, on the hard work of those who came before us.

‘The Gambler’ breathes softly as he looks at the Undisputed Championship adorning his right shoulder.

Ace King: Having the opportunity to be part of all this was more than the younger could have ever dreamed of, and then to become the Undisputed Championship? I never could have fathomed it… But don’t mistake the whimsical reflection for weakness, because I’m not ready to talk about my time on top in the past tense yet.

Ace’s body starts to shake a bit as he looks up at the passage again, the intensity evident in his eyes.

Ace King: Tonight, eight men and women, all talented and decorated in their own right, will try and strip me of my life’s work. Everything I’ve put into this, and everything I’ve gone through… The blood, sweat and tears… The sacrifices… The failures… They’re all part of what made me who I am, so to finally reach the apex of this business after so many tries and blow my first defence? I can’t let that happen… and I won’t.

‘The Gambler’ then bows his head and closes his eyes, no longer shaking as his calm demeanour is restored.

Ace King: This is my second time stepping through the Insanity Cage doors, but unlike last year, I’m the one holding the torch this time around… and I’m not ready to loosen my grip on the Undisputed Championship any time soon, even if it means watching all eight of my opponents burn around me.

With that, Ace turns and slowly makes his way out of the dressing room, the camera zooming in on the passage as we cut to black.

SECURING MOMENTUM!
Silas Isaac Naberius
VS Kendrick Kross

We return to ringside where commentary sit at the desk.

Aiello: Time for our next bout of the evening, this one is all about momentum. It’s Kendrick Kross taking on Silas Isaac Naberius in what is sure to be a hotly contested bout.

Sydney: Silas has laid out how he feels about Kross very clearly, Kross is just a spoiled brat seeking attention in his mind. But Kross feels Silas isn’t on his level. I have a feeling these two might tear each other apart and I cannot wait.

Amsler: I believe that all right.

Dobrev: The following singles match is set for one fall, from Chelsea, London and weighing in at 215 pounds… KENDRICK KROSS!

3 seconds guitar intro plays before the first line of the Chorus 'ONE MINUTE YOU'RE ON TOP!

At the word top red Pyro shoot straight up from the stage. Kendrick is revealed on the stage with a red spotlight put on him. A smirk crosses his face before he begins to walk down.

Kendrick slowly walks down the ramp ignoring any fans that try to touch him. He just shakes his head at signs that read 'Kendrick Sucks' and other various signs. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and stops as he lets a small smirk out and he takes a breath. He closes his eyes before opening them and walking forward taking a left towards the steps. He hops over the top rope and onto the second turnbuckle looking out into the crowd before jumping down and walking to his corner.

Aiello: This is a pumped up Kross folks, do not take him lightly.

Dobrev: And his opponent, from Whitechapel, London and weighing in tonight at 167 pounds ... SILAS ISAAC NABERIUS!

The lights suddenly go out, plunging the arena into darkness. 'Sympathy For The Devil' by The Rolling Stones begins to play and, after a short wait, a spotlight floods the entrance way revealing a black-clad
man. He slowly turns around, raising his head and tilting the brim of his Panama hat up to reveal himself as Silas Isaac Naberius. He looks around the arena, twirling his cane in hand, and begins to make his way down the ramp.

He climbs the ring steps and takes a moment to look over the crowd, his gaze passing over the front rows before him, then takes off his hat and places it on the ring post and his cane on the top turnbuckle. He steps
between the ropes and walks around the ring, still inspecting the crowd, before finally settling into his corner.
Sydney: The battle of London starts here!

DING DING DING

Kross explodes out of the gate and floors the smaller Silas with a hefty European uppercut that sends Silas back into his corner. Kross pulls Silas out but Silas stops down on Kross’ foot before going for the eyes! Our ref splits them up and admonishes Silas but he shrugs the ref off to kick Kross directly in his shin with a soccer kick! Kross faceplants before immediately grabbing for his leg. Silas begins to stomp down on the leg, over and over and over and over again! The ref backs up Silas to check on Kross, this one could be over already!


Aiello: SIlas has himself a golden game plan laid out, take out the legs and Kross cannot continue.
Amsler: You’d think more people would do that.

The ref lets Kross continue but Silas is back on his leg. Kross’ face is that of agony. Silas does a little skip across the ring while Kross attempts to stand. Kross is up to one leg. Silas rushes Kross but Kross punches him square in the mouth before grabbing his arm and flinging him towards the ropes in an Irish-whip, on the rebound Silas turned towards the ref and crashes into him with a clothesline. Silas shrugs before rolling out of the ring. All hell is about to break loose, ref down, ref down!

Aiello: This one could erupt now!

Sydney: Oh shit, Silas is going for his cane!

Sure enough, Silas has his cane on the outside before rolling back into the ring. But Kross is gone! Silas gives a little skip as he heads over to the opposite ropes to see if Kross rolled out when WHAM! Kross’ beloved barbed wire bat Betsy crashes into Silas’ face as Silas stumbles backwards and falls over. Blood has now entered the match. Kross rolls into the ring, bat in hand. Ready to strike!

Aiello: This match has just shifted side’s dramatically!

Silas has his hand up, begging Kross but Kross kick’s his face before bringing the bat down on the torso of Silas! Silas rolls around in pain while Kross gets a sick look on his face. Kross props Betsy in the corner before dragging Silas up and hitting a snap German! Silas lands right on the back of his head. Kross pulls Silas back up and into another German Suplex. Kross smiles before pulling Silas up into a third and final German suplex. Silas is in a bad way now and Kross knows it. Kendrick mocks Silas with a little skip to grab Betsy while Silas crawls towards his cane. Kross smiles and walks towards Silas who then quickly spins around, cane pointed directly at Kross’ face. Kross smiles before taking a few more steps before a blinding mist is sprayed directly into his face! Silas throws his cane at Kross’ injured leg and Kross goes down like a ton of bricks!

Aiello: Silas might be able to gain the upper hand here.

Silas stands up slowly, before grabbing Betsy. Silas looks towards the fallen ref to insure he’s still down before bringing Betsy down on Kross’ back! Kross rolls around in pain while Silas laughs. Silas tosses Betsy to the outside before grabbing his own crutch and slamming it down on Kross’ injured shin over and over. He’s trying to break it! The ref is starting to stir and Silas ditches his cane. The ref uses the ropes to stand and appears stunned by the sight of blood but Silas shrugs.

Silas drops down into For Whom The Bell Toll’s while repeatedly kneeing Kross in the face. The ref backs Silas up and goes to check on Kross but Silas shoves him out of the way before pulling Kendrick up and landing the Silas’ Ladder DDT! Silas covers.

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DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall… SILAS ISAAC NABERIUS!

Silas taunts the fallen Kross as the ref raises his hand in victory.

Aiello: Silas Isaac Naberius picks up a big win tonight, reasserting himself on a path toward title contention in the future.

Sydney: And on top of that, now Kendrick has to hope there's something left of Reid after the casket match tonight. Otherwise, KrossReids will be dead before it ever had a chance to thrive!

Amsler: Get out of here with that, Sydney. Kendrick and Reid have made it known they have their eyes on different goals at this time.

Aiello: Very true, not only are they after different titles but Reid has his mind set on getting revenge at the expense of Luke Wolfe. That match, which sees Reid team with his wife Nikki Dupree to take on Luke and Jessica Wolfe aka Annabelle, takes place later tonight...but up next, we have some exciting action from the Prime brand as Faith Rivers and Richard Garcia square off for the right to face Killjoy Ito for the Indy Championship!

Camera cuts to ...

The camera feed jumps to show Gabrielle Visconty walking backstage, talking on her phone. The crowd cheers as they see the unscheduled Angel of Brawl. As she is talking on her phone, she rounds the corner and nearly runs head first in the North American Champion – Kyle Gautier. The crowd cheers as they both have a moment of pure surprise on their faces. Gabi smiles and steps back from Kyle.

Gabi: I'll call you back... I just ran into someone I need to talk to.

Gabi thumbs off her phone, smiles warmly at Kyle and slips her phone into her pocket.

Gabi: Hello, Kyle! I am glad I 'ran' into you... You got a minute?

Kyle: Hey, Gabi! I was just going to head to the confession stand. I heard there's all these new foods that are named after the champs that you can buy.

Gabi: Really?

Gabi seems slightly curious.

Kyle: Yeah! Like obviously, I'm going to be getting the Cyrus Blackened Chicken Legs for starters...

Gabi: Of course...

Gabi sighs and rolls her eyes slightly.

Kyle: Then I hear there are Killjoy Burr-Itos that are available...

Gabi: Don't know how I feel about that.

Kyle: It sounds like it's being marketed by a white man who has no clue about Japanese culture so... pretty spot on with his brand, I feel.

Gabi: Mexican food marketed for a Japanese wrestler by an American... Sounds totally legit, but I think I'll pass.

Kyle: You sure I can't interest you in some Stephanie Mat-Stew-da or some...

Gabi frowns slightly at the mention of Mat-Stew-da as Kyle squints at the menu.

Kyle: ...RayderAid?

Gabi: What's that?

Kyle: According to this, it's a watered down sports drink with pop rocks in it. I guess the candy is there to make it more palatable.

Gabi: Hmmm... No, I'll be alright... Adding Candy to something really does make it more interesting. But, back to what I was going to say... I was thinking maybe you could wear my Gabi Vee hat down to the ring tonight? You know, kind of return the favor from me wearing the Kiltbro's shirt. I would be honored.

Gabi smiles as she pulls her signature EWC Gabi Vee hat off and hands it over towards Kyle. Kyle accepts it generously.

Kyle: I would love to. In fact, to thank you, I'll get you a Kyle Gautier from the snack bar... my treat.

Gabi: Oh, uh... and what is that?

Kyle looks back down at the menu and his bubbly energy becomes a bit muted.

Kyle: Apparently, a corn dog.

Gabi fights off a chuckle as Kyle shrugs, hugs her, and toddles off. Gabi, a little confused over the whole thing, watches Kyle wander off.

Gabi: Good luck!

Gabi shouts at Kyle as he rounds the corner. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and mumbles to herself.

Gabi: Cyrus Blackened Chicken Legs... sounds utterly terrible, yet strangely accurate.

As cameras catch up to Faith Rivers in the backstage area, she immediately starts to speak in an amused tone.

Faith: So Richard Garcia wants to dam that river, huh?

Faith questions as a smirk crosses her features.

Faith: Well, I have no doubt he’s going to give it his best shot. But in the end, he’ll be saying DAMN THAT RIVER. Because one way or another, I’m about to take away his chance at the Indy Championship and claim it as my own.

She sounds sure of that.

Faith: Of course, he doesn’t want to believe that. But he’ll have no choice but to face the reality once my arm is raised in victory!

With that, Faith walks off out of view as we fade to...

INDY CHAMPIONSHIP
CONTENDER MATCH
[WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDER TO THE INDY CHAMPIONSHIP]
Faith Rivers
VS Richard Garcia

We return to ringside where the crowd is still buzzing from the match between SIN and Kendrick Kross moments ago.

Aiello: We’re going from one impressive match to another, we’re in your territory now Sandra!

Amsler: Guys, there’s been a lot of bullpuckey being spread around lately about Prime being a lowly ‘indy’ brand, but these two are about to remind the haters how far from the truth that really is.

Sydney: Or, you know, they’ll bore us to death with their mutual respect thing.

Dobrev: The following match is to determine the number one contender for the PRIME INDY CHAMPIONSHIP! Joining us first, from Miami Florida, weighing in at 135 pounds ... FAITH RIVERS!

The lights go out as "Faith" by Limp Bizkit begins to come out of the PA System. Fans are on their feet cheering as Faith Rivers walks out a moment later and stands at the top of the entrance ramp. As the chorus of the song hits, 'You Gotta Have Faith' she jumps up a little and as her feet come down on the ramp again, lights flash on the aisle in front of her, just before Faith runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. As she gets to her feet, Faith runs into the corner and gets up on the second turnbuckle. She taunts the fans a bit before jumping down. Faith then begins to loosen up her arms before leaning back against the ropes as she awaits the opening bell.

Dobrev: And her opponent, from Melbourne Australia, weighing in at 213 pounds ... RICHARD GARCIA!

'Live To Win' by Paul Stanley hits as the crowd get to their feet to await the man that is about to enter through the entrance curtains. Smoke billows through the entrance curtain and out onto the stage. The lights are dim and with every guitar riff during the first verse the lights flash in unison.

"Frustrated, degraded, down before you're done"

"Rejection, depression, can't get what you want"

"You ask me how I make my way"

"You ask me everywhere and why"

"You hang on every word I say"

"But the truth sounds like a lie"

"LIVE TO WIN!"

As soon as the song kicks in Richard Garcia bursts through the entrance curtains to an uproar from the crowd. The lights continue to flash in unison with the guitar riffs. Richard Garcia screams to the heavens above with excitement and then makes his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans as he passes by.

Once Richard Garcia reaches the bottom of the ramp he rushes towards the ring and slides into the ring before climbing up to the nearest turnbuckle and spreading his arms out. Eagle-winged and screaming in excitement, Richard Garcia jumps off the turnbuckle and pumps himself up much to the crowd’s excitement.

Aiello: As the joker would say, here… we… go!

DING DING DING

Both competitors slap hands to start as a show of good sportsmanship before they circle one another and eventually lock up. Garcia’s weight advantage puts him ahead as he transitions Faith to a side headlock, but Faith shoves him off of her and into the ropes, following behind him closely as she drives a knee into his midsection just as he rebounds toward her from the ropes. With Garcia doubled over, Faith pulls him from the ropes and hits a snap suplex that drops him flat in the center of the ring. Faith goes for an early pinfall but only gets a 1 count. Garcia is back to his feet, hitting a standing dropkick on Faith before he whips her into the ropes. He looks for another dropkick, but Faith scouts this one and hooks her arms around the top rope to keep herself out of harms way. Before Garcia can get back to his feet after missing the dropkick, she keeps on the offensive. Grabbing Garcia’s legs Faith attempts to wrap him up into a figure four, but he uses his size advantage to pull his knees to his chest and send Faith stumbling backward with a kick to her chest. Faith uses the momentum to her advantage, bouncing off of the ropes and coming back at a not quite fully standing Garcia and driving a running knee into him. Richard’s head snaps back and Faith climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, gauging her distance before leaping out of the corner with a corkscrew moonsault she calls ‘Leap of Faith’! Faith hooks the leg again, this time getting a two count before she slaps the mat in frustration. This time, she pulls Garcia up to his feet and looks for The River’s End but Garcia rolls through and pins Faith’s shoulders to the mat.

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Aiello: A near fall by Richard Garcia, narrowly avoiding Faith’s facebuster!

Sydney: I’d rather be avoiding the match altogether.

Amsler: Or, alternatively, you could shut your knob holster and enjoy two of the best competitors we have on Prime!

Garcia has good moves, gets Faith into dragon sleeper to slow down the pace to his liking. She goes down 2 but doesn’t let the arm drop on 3 and she starts to gain momentum. Garcia gets his DDT but a 2 count. We get some back and forth offense before Garcia and Faith hit simultaneous shots (Faith with a spinebuster that also winds up turning into a front face buster with her head hooked by Garcia) and we get the ref to a 6 or 7 count before they're back to their feet.

Garcia is to his feet, this time the momentum shifting in his direction as he pops off a superkick that stuns Faith and drops her back onto the mat. With Faith down, Garcia is to his feet and climbs up onto the turnbuckle before flying backward with a moonsault that connects perfectly. It’s only enough for a two count though, and Garcia sits up on his knees with a visibly frustrated look on his face. He grabs hold of Faith, wrenching her head back into a dragon sleeper to try and slow down the pace of the match. Faith’s eyes flutter as she fights it, clawing at Garcia’s arm before the referee has to start checking her consciousness. He holds up Faith’s arm and drops it for a 1 count. Again, he holds her arm up and it falls a second time. The third time, however, Faith’s arm catches about halfway down and the crowd roars in approval as she clenches her fist and struggles against the hold. Garcia tries to tighten down across her throat, but Faith manages to slowly crawl her way to the ropes and drags the larger Garcia close enough that she can get the edge of her toe barely over the bottom rope to force the hold to break.

As Richard breaks the hold, Faith coughs and gasps for air as she tries to regain her senses but Garcia doesn’t afford her that much time. He gets her back to her feet before he drives her back into the corner with a shoulder to the midsection, driving the air out of her with a rough knee to the gut. He whips her across the ring into the other corner, and Faith bounces out only to be met with another superkick. He doesn’t attempt to pin her this time, and instead picks her back up to her feet and whips her into the ropes. She comes back, seeing red as she delivers a spinebuster just as Garcia has her head hooked for a front facebuster and both competitors are down on the mat as the referee begins their count.

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Aiello: I don’t even know if they know they’re still in Montreal after that impact!

Sydney: Now THAT’S more like it! Concussions for everyone!

Amsler: Faith Rivers and Richard Garcia are proving that INDY does NOT MEAN insignificant! Suck it you Brawl and Rampage blowhards!

At seven, Garcia is finally to his feet. He looks at Faith, who’s groggily coming to her senses before he grabs hold of her and hooks both of her arms for a double arm DDT. He nods, looks skyward, and then plants Faith down before rolling her over and hooking the leg.

Aiello: Richard Garcia with the double arm DDT of his father Eddie Garcia!

Amsler: And Faith kicks out! Garcia can’t believe it!

Richard Garcia stares at the referee, stunned at the two count before he pounds the mat in frustration after failing to seal the deal with his late father’s finisher. Garcia climbs back to his feet, urging Faith back to hers as he looks for his running knee hurricanrana, but as Faith is to her feet she sees Garcia coming and ducks under the knee attempt. She catches him as he turns around with an enziguri that catches him right in the ear. Garcia is down to a knee, and Faith runs the ropes at him before hopping up onto his shoulders for a hurricanrana of her own. She’s up and in position, but Garcia blocks the momentum and instead drives both of them down to the mat with a powerbomb. Garcia floats over into a pin, but again grabs only the two count.

Richard pulls Faith into the center of the ring, hooking her head and looking for the dragon sleeper again. Before he can get himself locked in, Faith torques herself under his arm and uses her long legs to drive the point of her toe into his sternum, forcing him to drop the hold on her neck as he gets his breath knocked out of him. She crawls away from him, grabbing hold of the ropes as she hauls herself to her feet. Garcia is to his feet on the opposite rope, both staring daggers at each other across the ring as the crowd cheers in appreciation. Garcia gets hold of Faith first as they both come for one another, and he grabs her wrist, pulling her in and hooking himself beneath her arm as he twists back with Reign of Fire! Faith is laid out on the mat, but Garcia just looks down at her before he shakes his head, dragging her into position as he climbs up to the top rope.

Aiello: Garcia going high risk...

Amsler: Phoenix Revolution!!

Garcia falls over Faith, the phoenix splash not quite fully connecting, but in the aftermath of both it and the Reign of Fire, it’s enough as Garcia hooks the leg for the final count.

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall RICHARD GARCIA!

Garcia gets to his feet, arms in the air before he pounds on his chest. He’s spent though, leaning against the ropes as ‘Live to Win’ plays over the PA system. Faith shakes out the cobwebs, sitting up and visibly frustrated with the loss. She gets to her feet, staring at Garcia as the crowd’s roar starts to quiet down in the aftermath. She walks up, anger on her face finally softening to acceptance before she sticks her hand out and they shake hands in the end.

Aiello: A world class match between two world class athletes. Seriously, don’t sleep on the folks from Prime everyone. Faith made a great effort, but in the end Richard Garcia and his legacy proved too much.

Sydney: Oh my GOD… we get it, someone from Prime won the Insanity Cage last year, but let’s not fool ourselves that either of these two would ever be in that position.

Amsler: After the performance they just put on? You can stick that opinion back up your crack. Both of these two would make impressive Indy champions, and anyone would be lucky to have this talent on their brand.

Aiello: I just can't help but wonder if this will have any effect on Killjoy Ito as he gets ready for the main event later tonight! On that note, in just a moment we'll be watching as six of our finest and most extreme look for a future shot at the X-Division Championship!

Camera cuts to ...

SIX PACK CHALLENGE!

[X-DIVISION RULES - WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDER TO THE X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP]

Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
VS Jamaal "Hush" Jackson
VS Tanja Devereaux
VS Solomon Cain
VS Morgan Alexander
VS Happy

Aiello: Welcome back! Up next we have...

Amsler: The fucking best match of the night!

Sydney: This is sure to make every horor film fan's wet dreams come true! Blood, carnage, pain and misery are a sure bet.

Aiello: Thanks for cutting me off...

Sydney: You snooze ya lose!

Aiello: This match has a lot riding on it. The number one contender-ship for the X-Division crown. A crown that is currently worn by the War Queen, and recently recovered name; Cloud – Stephanie Matsuda.

Amsler: The outcome of this match, in my eyes, is mute...

Sydney: I have to agree with Amsler on this one, Xavier Reid has beaten the War Queen on her own turf. I'd think that if anyone could stake a claim as Numero Uno it would be him.

Aiello: He has his own demons to put to bed, so to say.

Sydney: Annabelle and Luke Wolfe are not going to go down easy, for sure!! That match up is coming later tonight and promises to be every bit as exciting as this very match.

Pyros hit, lights flash red and black and "Ain't no Grave" by Johnny Cash begins to play as fans begin to cheer and jeer and Happy drives out from the back on his custom Harley. He stops atop the stage and looks out to the crowd both left and right and revs his engine before his ride towards the ring. He's wearing blacked out custom Oakley's, his 'Crimson Demons' leather cut, no shirt underneath and black Jean's with white shoes.

Dobrev: Coming to the ring first, from Oakham, Massachusetts – HAAAAAAAAAAAPPY!!

Aiello: Happy is back, and he is hot on a chance to prove that he is the man to take out Matsuda!

Sydney: He's got a tough lot to wade through tonight.

Pyros hit as Videos of bustling crowds in various locations of New Orleans appear on the tron as "Daughters of Darkness" by Halestorm blasts on the P.A. system. Tanja comes out onto the top of the ramp in a style compared to Gail Kim during her early time in TNA before heading down the ramp with some of her black leather coat flows at her feet while the mix of boos and jeers and cheers from the crowd fills the arena. She slaps hands with a few fans at ringside before she reaches the bottom of the ramp.

Dobrev: Coming to the ring next, from New Orleans, Louisiana – The Cajun Queen, TANJA DEVEREAUXXXXXX!!

Amsler: Tanja is not one to be overlooked in this match up. She has proven time and time again that she can throw down with the best of them.

Aiello: I would have to agree with you, but like Sydney pointed out with Happy; this is a really tough lot to wade through for the right to face Stehpanie Matsuda for the X-Division title.

“Built To Fall” by Trivium begins to play as Morgan Alexander sprints from the back and belly slides into the ring.

Aiello: Morgan Alexander has got a bit... Wait... It appears Solomon Cain and Samantha Hamilton are in a brawl backstage!!

Sydney: No love lost between these two... Even if it sounds like Solomon has put his little Cain into Sam!

Amsler: That's so fucking disgusting.

Sydney: Samantha is not a girl I would kick out of bed for eating crackers, if ya know what I mean?!

The image cuts backstage as Solomon Cain and Samantha Hamilton are trading blows. Sam gets the upper hand with a kick to Solomon's family jewels. She grabs Solomon by his hair and slings him out of the entrance way, to a huge pop from the crowd. Sam reaches down to pull Solomon up when Hush blindsides her with a missile drop kick. The ref has seen enough and calls for the bell.

Sydney: AND IT'S ON!

Amsler: Wow! They couldn't even get to the ring before cutting lose on each other.

Aiello: Well I would say that Sam and Solomon are eager to get a shot at each other.

Hush kips up to his feet, jumps over Solomon and sprints to the ring. Solomon slowly gets to his feet as Samantha does the same. Back in the ring, Happy wastes no time in sliding out of the ring and immediately flips up the ring apron. Morgan and Tanja size each other up and start to circle. Hush reaches ringside and weighs his options as Happy starts pulling a ladder out from under the ring. Samantha takes off for the ring as Solomon tries to grab her as she goes. Sam dodges him and heads to the ring like a bat out of hell. Hush slides into the ring as he spots Sam coming up behind him. Sam runs around the side of the ring and catches Happy as he is pulling out a table from under the ring. Sam steps in the haymakers the unaware Happy, sending him flopping to the arena floor. Solomon sneaks in behind Sam and roaring elbows her in the base of the skull. Sam goes down hard and Solomon grabs the table off the floor, flips it on his edge, and slams it down on her legs. Tanja and Morgan both look at each other and then set in on Hush as he tries to get to his feet. Tanja swinging DDT's Hush to the mat and Morgan takes the opportunity to start stomping on both of them.

Aiello: It's pandemonium!

Sydney: It's beautiful!

Amsler: Hell to the yeah!! It's the X-Division!!

Happy shakes the cobwebs from his head and spears Solomon, sending them both to the arena floor. Hush rolls away from Morgan and out of the ring. Morgan pulls Tanja to her feet and snapmares her into the corner. He follows up with a soccer kick to Tanja's head, but Tanja gets an arm in the way, blocking most of the impact. Hush pulls up the side of the ring apron and pulls out 3 kendo sticks, tossing two into the ring, saving one for himself. Samantha gets to her feet slowly, her legs obviously a little sore from the table shot from Solomon. She tosses the table into the ring before pulling a brown paper bag out from under the ring. She reaches into the bag, pulls out a pair of brass knuckles out and slips them onto her right hand, grinning sadistically. Happy straddles Solomon and starts raining down right hands on Solomon, who covers up with his arms. As Happy cocks back to land another blow, Samantha steps in and blasts Happy in the back of the head. The crowd cheers and Happy drops like a rock on top of Solomon.

Sydney: That's twice Sam has caught Happy from behind. He better not get to caught up on one person or he is going to have a short night.

Amsler: Too many bodies in this match to get distracted.

Sydney: Hush back in the ring with the kendo stick!!

Hush rolls into the ring and catches Morgan across the back with the kendo stick. Morgan staggers into the corner, wincing in pain from the shot. Tanja rolls away from them and pulls the ladder off the mat. She looks out to see Sam, Happy, and Solomon all occupied with their own war and turns her attention to Hush and Morgan. Hush cracks Morgan over the top of the head and turns to look for Tanja, just in time to spot her rushing in with the ladder like a battering ram. Hush almost gets out of the way, catching the edge of the ladder in the hip, and Tanja continues her charge and catches Morgan in the chest. Morgan drops to his knees as Tanja spins around and swipes the ladder at Hush, bashing him in the head with a sick pop. The crowd reacts with a loud OOOOH! Sam, brown paper bag still in her hand, slips into the ring. Solomon shoves a semi conscious Happy off of him and rolls under the ring.

Aiello: Solomon goes under the ring... God only knows what he is after.

Sydney: I hope it is a bat!

Amsler: Or a barbed razor wire wrapped bat!

Aiello: Well I know it isn't going to be a pillow...

Tanja starts setting up the ladder in the ring as Morgan slowly gets to his feet. Hush rolls away from them and straight into Samantha, who greets him with a knee drop to the back. She peels the kendo stick out of Hush's hands and sets her sights on Tanja, who is finishing setting up the ladder. Sam stands up and spins the kendo stick and just as she steps forward, Happy shoestring trips her as he dives into the ring. Blood is running off the back of Happy's head and he is smiling like a maniac. Morgan shoulder charges Tanja in the back, sending her into the ladder, sending it tipping over to land directly on Sam and Happy. Hush just managed to pull his legs up to avoid the ladder. Solomon comes out from under the ring on the opposite side of the ring. He stands up and is holding a baseball bat that has light tubes taped to it with black electrical tape. Solomon slides into the ring with his bat as Morgan is yanking Tanja up by her hair. Solomon steps in and Hank Aaron's Morgan in the shoulder. The light tubes on the bat explode and glass sprays in all directions. Morgan staggers away from Solomon clutching his arm, blood starting to drain between his fingers.

Sydney: Damn! That was a nasty shot from Solomon!!

Aiello: That is going to leave a mark.

Amsler: Solomon isn't done!!!

Solomon lifts the bat for an over head shot on Morgan and Tanja fireman carries him into a sidewalk slam. She rolls Solomon up for the pin and gets a two count. Hush is to his feet, springboards off the ropes and foot stomps the ladder that is lying on top of Sam and Happy. He tosses the ladder off of them and pulls Sam to her feet by her hair, knife edge chops her, then sprints into the ropes, coming off with a flying cross body block. Sam catches him in mid air and back breakers Hush, dropping him on the mat. Happy gets to his feet and picks up one of the kendo sticks and cracks Sam over the head with it. He then moves on to blast Tanja in the back as she gets to her feet from the failed pin attempt, but Tanja rolls out of the ring as Happy takes another swing, missing her by inches as she escapes. Happy turns around and Morgan belly to belly suplexes him onto the ladder. Solomon gets to his feet and surveys the chaos. Hush flips up the side of the apron and pulls out a black duffel bag, unzips it and pours the contents onto the arena floor. Inside there is a pair of handcuffs, a small piece of black iron pipe, a box of thumb tacks, and a pair of nunchucks. Hush slips the nunchucks inside his trunks and grabs the box thumb tacks. He opens the box and scatters them into the ring. He then pulls out the nunchucks and starts to circle the outside of the ring. Tanja sneaks around after Hush slips back into the ring, claiming the pipe as her own. She slides into the ring a few seconds behind Hush.

Aiello: Hush adding a little element of danger by tossing the thumb tacks into the ring.

Amsler: It's just like stepping on damn Legos with bare feet...

Sydey: I've stepped on both in my time, and I can say it wasn't a fun experience! Tanja stalking Hush from behind!

Morgan gets to his feet and advances in on Solomon, who motions for him to bring it on. Morgan starts to close and then screams as he inadvertently steps into the thumbtacks Hush scattered across the ring. Solomon runs in and yakuza kicks Morgan, sending them both into the thumb tacks; the crowd comes unglued. Sam is back to her feet and checking her head for blood, and finding it. She spots Hush slipping back into the ring and, as she baseball slides into Hush. Hush catches himself on the ropes, but Tanja slips in behind Hush and blasts Sam in the shoulder with the pipe. Tanja then kicks Sam in the legs, pulls her up into a butterfly suplex, trying, and failing, to get her into the thumbtacks. Happy is pulling the ladder back up as Hush rolls out of the ropes and in behind him. As Hush steps in to brain Happy from behind, Happy ducks the shot out of pure luck as he finishes setting up the ladder. Happy donkey kicks Hush in the gut, and then spins around and hits him with a stunner. Morgan and Solomon roll away and start trying to remove some of the thumbtacks stuck in them. Happy scales the ladder, reaching the top he sizes up Hush. Just as Happy is about to jump off, Morgan kicks the ladder from one side as Hush rolls in and kicks it from the other, sending Happy over the top ropes, crashing to the arena floor.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!

Sydney: Dear God, Happy had to have broken something on that fall!

Amsler: That had to be a 20 foot fall to the arena floor.

Aiello: The medics are moving in to check on him.

Hush kips up and grabs the nunchucks and rolls out of the ring after Happy. Morgan turns around and goes after Samantha and Tanja. Hush steps in and spins the nunchucks around and cracks Happy on the head twice. Happy crumbles to the floor and Hush rolls him onto his stomach, using the nunchucks to lock in a camel clutch. Hush leans back as he sinks in the hold! The ref slips out of the ring and moves in to check on Happy. Happy is not responding! Sam spots the ref, darts across the ring and slides out, but not before the ref signals for the bell – Happy is out!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: Your winner, via Camel Clutch, and new number one contender for the X-Division title – HUUUUUUUUUUUSH!!

Aiello: Sam spotted it just a little too late!

Sydney: Hush with the slick win, securing a shot at the X-Division Championship in the near future!

With that we cut to...

Melody Malone: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to a special Night of Champions edition of ScornCenter.

She is without her crown right now, and instead her eyes are focused intently on the cameras in front of her.

Melody Malone: I’m sure you’ve all heard by now the…. Bliovating rhetoric that Damage Inc somehow stumbled upon last week. Ghastly images of things that I’m ninety percent sure are illegal in all of these fair Canadian provinces, but? What’s done is done isn’t it? Instead of trying to address Draco and I like actual adults, Damage Inc decided to go the childish route and parade out a couple of people who couldn’t body double for Ryan Reynolds and Shania Twain that night in some kind of an attempt to make us look bad?

Melody shakes her head with a sigh.

Melody Malone: See, here’s your problem boys. You see Draco and I and all you see are ego. You want to say we just stand around and talk about how ‘great’ we are, yet…. We’re not just running our mouths are we boys? Draco and I have the clout and the record that has earned us every title we have. You think he’s just blowing smoke when he calls himself the breaker of chains? Why don’t you ask your precious friends Mercenary and Dalilah about all that. I mean, they took the money didn’t they? They played his game to a ‘T’ and you have the nerve to sit here and pretend that you’re somehow above Draco for it? He played the game, guys. Not his fault you weren’t smart enough to check the proverbial lottery numbers before throwing out your ticket.

She drums her nails on the makeshift desk, her proper Scorncenter set still in Daly City.

Melody Malone: If you want to try and call my bluff on you begging for your rematch with Rebelle? You might want to have some kind of a legitimate claim to the contendership first. Otherwise, your embarrassing loss at Scars and Stripes is literally your only claim to rights. If losing gives you a shot at a championship by just ASKING for it, then for fucks sake, Robbie Rayder would’ve been Undisputed champion two years ago. So I’m sorry if you think my equating you squandering your shot and thinking that its as easy as just walking up and asking for another one like you lost your pencil during a math test is the same as begging - because if you can’t tell the similarities? It’s a load of shit. Draco had to beat Scorpio to get into the North American title match - he had to beat someone from another brand to contend for OUR championship on Future Stars. I had to go through Hope Diamond, Robbie Rayder, AND Dalilah Ashe for my shots at the FSW championship. And you suddenly think that you can just walk up and ASK for one?

The self-proclaimed Queen fumes, her upper lip curling in a snarl.

Melody Malone: If ANYONE is blinded by their own ego its the two of you. You can try and claim that we just like to hear ourselves talk, or that we’re full of the same shit you spewed out both literally and metaphorically, but at least Draco and I have put our noses to the grindstone and earned our opportunities. And tonight? We walk away with the one we should’ve had in Paris. And as far as our esteemed champions are concerned? I'd normally advise they get comfy watching me and Draco dismantle you two more effectively than they did, but I'll give them a pass tonight. Because lets face it, Draco and I aren't the ones they're going to have to worry about later tonight. But maybe they’ll DVR this shit tonight. They’re going to need the help, because they won't remember anything after Night of Champions ends anyway.

The generic theme hits again, and Melody leans back in her chair with a stony glare at the camera as we head back ringside.

FSW #085 REMATCH
[WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDER TO THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP]

Mercenary 

VS Wes Walker

We return to ringside where all of the blood from the previous match is finally cleaned completely up.

Aiello: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to Night Of Champions! What an evening we've had so far, and it's only going to get more intense from here on out!

Sydney: Damn straight it is! We just witnessed our newest Number One X-Division Contender, and now we're about to see who will earn the right to challenge Kyle Gautier for his North American Championship.

Amsler: This next fight may not fall under X-Division Rules, but I got a hell of a feeling it's going to still be brutal in its own rights. Hang onto your seats, folks! We're going to be in for quite the display soon!

Dobrev: The following match is for one fall, with the winner becoming the Number One Contender for the North American ChampionshipAnd now from the darkest realms of regret and rage I give you, led to the ring by the Deepest Desire Dalilah Ashe, It's time to meet the monster... it's time to meet:

The Mercenary




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.

Dobrev: And his opponent, from Galway, Ireland, weighing in at 185 pounds ... WES WALKER!

Pyros hit and "Perfection Through Silence" by Finch begins to play Wes Walker jumps out from the back with a spin kick. He stops at the top of the ramp puts his hands together and bows quickly to the ring and then turns to the left and right and bows the audience. He walks down the ramp and is high-fiving fans as he does. He slides under the bottom rope and pops up. He shakes hands with the ref and gets in his corner.

DING DING DING

This match wasn't just a contender's shot for these two fighters. They had a history between them. And just like the commentators guessed, despite this not being under X-Division Rules, the two had zero qualms holding back against one another.

Wes charges at Mercenary, hoping him making the first move will provide him with an opportunity. Walker tries to execute a DDT, but Mercenary isn't having any of that. He hoists him up and quickly thrusts him right back down onto the mat with a Fallaway Slam!

While Wes is trying to recover, Mercenary ascends the ropes. He jumps off and threatens to drive his elbow right into Walker's temple! But right at the last possible second, Wes rolls out of the way, causing Mercenary's elbow to kiss the canvas!

Aiello: Ouch. Just watching that display made me feel Merc's pain.

Sydney: Be that as it may, this match is far from over.

Amsler: Indeed. We'll see if Wes can capitalize on Mercenary's bad landing quick enough or not.

At first, it seems as if Wes has indeed found the momentum he's looking for. After landing a Snapmare Suplex and Flying Knee to Mercenary's jaw, it seems like the end is near. Walker gets up close to Mercenary and starts initiating the Tiger Choke (Hell's Gate), but surprise!

That seems to be exactly what Mercenary was waiting for; the moment Wes would lower enough of his guard so he could be caught in a surprise counterattack!

Without any warning, Mercenary grabs Wes by the shoulders and spins him around! He then lifts him up and hurls him back down via a Double Chickenwing Facebuster! But he's not done with Wes! He follows up with a Cross-Face Chickenwing Facebuster!

As Walker slumps onto the mat, Mercenary stares proudly down at his prone opponent, looking very pleased with himself.

Aiello: Dear lord! Planning for these sorts of displays is one thing, seeing them though? That's a whole different story.

Sydney: Wes is lucky he hasn't been busted open yet! With all the damage his head has taken, I wonder if he can keep himself intact.

Amsler: Or if he can keep hanging in this match, for that matter.

Mercenary forces Wes to stand up and performs a series of kicks. The first finds his gut, which makes Walker fall down to one knee. The second attack lands this time in Wes' side. He winces and looks very visibly pained, but refuses to fall back down to the mat.

Mercenary backs himself into the set of ropes behind him, using them for the third kick. With the ropes aiding him, he starts going for an assisted dropkick to Wes' face.

But before that can find its mark, Wes uses every ounce of strength left in him to get back to a standing position and throws a hard kick at Mercenary's legs. This does cause Mercenary's last kick to fail ... and he even has a slightly amused and surprised look that Wes wasn't too wounded to throw another attack out.

Unfortunately for Walker, that's as far as his mercy seems to go.

Mercenary grabs Wes' shoulders again! The Tortured Dream (Inverted DDT into Dragon Sleeper Submission)

Once Mercenary lets go of Walker, the ref kneels beside him and lifts Wes' right arm. It drops once ... twice ... three times onto the mat, with no response from Wes Walker.

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via knockout MERCENARY!

Dalilah slides into the ring, wearing a proud grin on her face. She stands beside Mercenary and raises one of his arms in the air, while the ref follows suit with the other. Medics, meanwhile, arrive and take Wes out of the ring on a stretcher. A few doctors are already checking his vitals, ensuring they're stable and that he's simply unconscious as opposed to in a full-fledged coma.

Aiello: What a win for Mercenary!

Sydney: Let's definitely not take anything away from Wes, though. He gave Mercenary another damn good fight.

Amsler: Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to secure his spot as the number one contender for the North American Title. But who knows what the future holds for these two? Definitely not us. Wes very well may get another shot in the future; until then, it's Mercenary's evening tonight!

Aiello: And what an evening it's been for everyone so far! Things are really starting to come together as we move toward our huge main event. Up next we have Captain Morgan Darkwater prove that his win at Scars and Stripes was more than a fluke victory, as he takes on Dominic Sanders!

Camera cuts to ...

Our scene heads backstage, and the crowd give a few murmurings of cheers as we hear the characteristic click-clack of heels walking down the hallway. The camera swings around, and the cheers get even louder as we see one half of the EWC World Tag Team Champions, Scorpio, accompanied by Crème de la Crème. The S-Factor is dressed in a golden wrestling outfit – ever the spectacle when it comes to a pay-per-view Main Event – and Crème is in a stunning golden gown. The pair round the corner and reach the interview area, and look confused.

Scorpio: I don’t understand, the note said to meet Ace Heart here…?

Crème de la Crème: Maybe he saw how fierce you look tonight and he couldn’t handle it any longer? Just like those bitches in the Insanity Cage won’t be able to!

Crème snaps her fingers and does a chef’s kiss at Scorpio’s look. Before they can continue talking the sound of more footsteps and chattering fills the hallway. The S-Factor and Crème turn with surprise, each raising a plucked eyebrow, before their expressions change. The camera turns to show the other half of the EWC World Tag Team Champions, Georgie Nickles, accompanied by her friend and manager Exile. All four members of ReBelle stop and stare at one another, as Scorpio offers Nickles a half smile…

Scorpio: Ah… I see the game the EWC powers that be are playing…

Georgie Nickles: We haven’t spoken in weeks, why not film our first meeting, hey?

Scorpio: So… how… how have you been?

Georgie Nickles: Training. Working. Exhausted, but so ready for this. You?

Scorpio: … nervous, anxious, excited, I’ve spent the last six hours making sure all of me is insured against whatever brutality is gonna happen in there. You know how much it costs to put a face model through the Insanity Cage?! Thousands darling, thousands.

He rolls his eyes, and Nickles gives a slight laugh, before the two lock eyes. They had agreed to work independently during the build-up to Night of Champions, to work separately for Undisputed Championship glory, each for themselves until the final bell rings. That being said the emotion of seeing one another again seems to overtake the situation, and Nickles throws herself forward, wrapping The S-Factor in an embrace. Scorpio laughs a little before hugging her back, and Nickles reaches up, planting a kiss right on his cheek.

Scorpio: Ok, ok, enough of a show for the cameras! I’ve missed ya RC.

Georgie Nickles: I’ve missed you too, damn I can’t wait to get back to ReBelle…

Scorpio: As long as we’re doing it with one of us as the Undisputed Champion.

Georgie Nickles: Oh, no doubt about it. See you out there Scorps… whatever happens out there… I’ve got your back.

Scorpio: … likewise, always.

He blows a kiss to Nickles, who mimes catching it with a smile. The pair share one more hug before heading off, getting their final preparations in ahead of the Insanity Cage…

OLD RIVALS COLLIDE!

Dominic Sanders

VS Captain Morgan Darkwater

Aiello: This has been a chaotic night already and we have only reached the half way mark! Our next matchup features two men who have a history together! The former World Champion Dominic Sanders will take on the returning Morgan Darkwater!

Sydney: At last years edition of Scars and Stripes Dominic Sanders took the International Championship from Morgan Darkwater, and since then Dominic has went from strength to strength, 2018 Rumble in the Bronx winner, 2018 stable wars sole survivor, rookie of the year and the Undisputed champion... and what about Morgan? What’s he done since then? Nothing and yet he waltz’s back in here and just gets a match against the best wrestler of our generation, give me a break. This is a joke... Morgan should be made to earn a shot at a legend like Dominic Sanders!

Amsler: Shit, are you for real? Cid that’s out of order, just because you’ve got a boner for Dominic Sanders doesn’t mean you can just disrespect one of the most uniquely talented wrestlers on the EWC roster! Morgan held the International Championship for a record 238 days, he was at one point one of the top talents in professional wrestling, and he won his return match at Scars and Stripes this year! And anyway how long did the great Dominic Sanders hold that same International Championship for? 28 days, I rest my case.

Sydney: That proves nothing! Morgan Darkwater should be on the pre-show rubbing baby lotion on Dr Pyscho’s butt cheeks not fighting on the main card against a hero and a leader! It’s a disgrace that Dominic has to even entertain this goof tonight.

The lights go out in (arena name). Purple lights cut on around the entrance ramp as "Drop the World" by Lil' Wayne begins playing.

"I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind"

Dominic Sanders steps out from the back in a dark purple hoodie and black wrestling tights on, finished by white boots. The hood of his sweatshirt drapes over his eyes as he stands at the top of the ramp. Sanders stands at the top of the ramp and soaks in the boos from the crowd.

"So I pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fucking head!"

Dominic beats his chest with both fists and raises his arms in the air with a roar. The crowd boos even louder as he starts to make his way down to the ring. A cocky grin can be seen under the hood of his sweatshirt as he walks down the ramp.

Dobrev: Introducing first opponent... from Aledo, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds... DOMINICCCC SANNNDEERSSS!!!

Sanders rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He jumps up to his feet and stares out into the unadoring crowd underneath the hood of his sweatshirt. He grins and shakes his head as he moves over to the corner and waits.

Dobrev: And his opponent, from Aboard the Winds of Fortune... weighing in at 285 pounds ... CAPTAIN MORGAN DARKWATER!!!!!!!

The lights in the arena cut out as first notes of Captain Morgan's entrance theme, "The Sunk'n Norwegian", kick in and the screens around entrance fade in to the image of a perpetually burning skull-n-crossbones flag rippling in the wind.

A spotlight rises as Morgan saunters confidently out on the stage, holding an old-fashioned iron grenade in one hand, the fuse lit and sparkling. He laughs maniacally and throws it at his feet, where it explodes with a boom of pyros and smoke.

When the smoke clears he is holding a wooden tankard aloft, bellowing "One More Fight!" and takes a heavy gulp of the dark grog, liquid and froth splashing out down his thick black beard. Tossing it over his shoulder, he laughs again and starts marching purposefully down the ramp. He enters the ring over top ropes, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and unsheathes his cutlass, holding it aloft with a raucous battle-cry.

As Morgan comes down from the turnbuckle Sanders is almost immediately in his face, pointing his finger into Morgans chest. Morgan starts laughing and tries to turn away but Sanders spins him back around and slaps him hard across the face which gets an ‘ohhhhhhh’ reaction from the crowd. The ref tries to pull them away from each other so he can ring the bell but Morgan suddenly charges at Sanders and tackles him, causing them both to fall through the middle ropes to the outside.

Aiello: Oh my referee hasn’t even had time to ring the bell yet but Morgan and Sanders are brawling on the floor right in front of us!

Morgan is first to his feet, he grabs a hold of Sanders and whips him hard into the steel steps. Morgan then gets on top of Sanders and starts laying into him with his fists, shot after shot after shot. Morgan gets to his feet and lets out a loud roar, beating his chest with both his fists as the Montreal crowd goes crazy and chant the captains name...

CAPTAIN DARKWATER...

CAPTAIN DARKWATER...

CAPTAIN DARKWATER...

Amsler: Yeeeehhhaaa the captain is truly back now! Make that scoundrel Dominic Sanders walk the plank!!!!

Sydney: That dirty beardy bastard should never be allowed back into an EWC ring! Look at him... he’s a tramp! I can smell the whisky on his breath from here... disqualify him at once!

As Morgan grabs a handful of Sanders hair and pulls him to his feet, the referee gets in between them and orders them both back into the ring, but then Sanders leans over the ref and stabs a thumb right into the left eye of Darkwater.

With Morgan temporarily blind in one eye Sanders pushes the ref to the side and wraps his arms around the captain, lifting him up and spinning around towards the announce table in one swift motion, Sanders spine busters Morgan straight onto the announce table which caves in with the weight of the two men!!! The crowd are on there feet in shock.

HOLY SH*T...

HOLY SH*T...

HOLY SH*T...

Aiello: HOLY CRAP INDEED! Dominic Sanders has just slammed Morgan Darkwater through the announce table beside us!! This match has still not officially begun yet folks... I’m speechless...

Sanders drags Morgan back into the ring. With Morgan laying flat out on the mat Sanders screams at the ref to ring the bell...

DING DING DING

As soon as the bell rings Sanders makes the pin on Morgan as the ref counts...
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Amsler: Oh I thought Sanders had pulled it off there! He nearly ended this one early but the captain has some fight left in him.

Sanders gets to his feet and glares at the referee for a moment before proceeding to stomp on Morgan multiple times. Sanders then leaps into the air as high as he can and bring his two feet straight down on top of Morgan’s chest causing the captains eyes to bulge as he starts coughing violently. Sanders gets in top of Morgan, holding his head up with arm he begins to viscously smash his free forearm into the face of Morgan. The camera cuts to the crowd and you can see some of them are visibly uncomfortable at the brutal assault they are witnessing.

Aiello: What is wrong with Dominic Sanders? He looks like he wants to end Morgan Darkwaters career here tonight.

Amsler: Let’s be honest it’s been a frustrating few months for Dominic, I just wonder if tonight is the night that he finally snaps and loses the plot altogether!

Sydney: Are you two for real? This isn’t Dominic losing control, this is him being aggressive and ruthless just like the best wrestler in this company should be! Morgan Darkwater deserves nothing less!

The referee has seen enough, he pulls Sanders away from Morgan as blood starts to trickle from Morgan’s forehead due to the multiple stiff elbow shots he’s received. Dominic smirks as the referee warns him about his behavior. Morgan drags himself towards the ring ropes as Dominic rushes passed the ref and comes towards him. Morgan lashes out with a boot that catches Sanders in the knee causing him to stumble to the floor.

Morgan pulls himself to his feet and lunges forward, bashing Sanders in the face with a knee strike. As Sanders lies on the mat dazed, Morgan leans against the ropes and wipes his hand across his forehead. Morgan stares at his blood that’s covering his hands and a maniacal smile sweeps across his face which the camera catches properly.

Aiello: The captain seems to like the sight of his own blood! I think he’s missed these type of brawls!

Sanders slowly gets to his feet just in time to see Morgan charge at him and hit him with a stiff clothesline from hell off of the ropes which nearly takes Sanders head clean off! The crowd cheer loudly as Morgan hoists Sanders up off of the mat and into a bearhug!

Morgan tries to squeeze the life out of Sanders as the referee asks him if he wants to quit. Sanders looks dazed and isn’t breathing properly but he shakes his head. Morgan starts to thrash Sanders from side to side, still with the bearhug locked in tight.

Amsler: The captain has the submission in tight! I don’t know how much longer Dominic Sanders can hold out!

In a desperation move Sanders swings his head straight at Morgan, catching him square in the face. Amazingly enough, even though Morgan stumbles back clearly stunned by the head butt he still keeps his grip on Sanders for the bear hug. Sanders again smashes him with a headbutt. It’s clearly doing some damage to the captain but he just won’t let go of the hold, as starts to laugh at Sanders. This only seems to spur Sanders on and anger him as he suddenly finds energy from somewhere, he violently hits another three headbutts on Morgan as he finally releases the hold.

Sanders then hooks Morgan up and hits him with his T-Bone suplex move Funky Town! Sanders tries to regain his breath on the mat, his face and body now covered in Morgan’s blood. Sanders glances over at Morgan who looks like he’s out cold half way across the ring.

Sydney: Dominic has the win, all he has to do is get over to Morgan and make the pin! Come on!

Aiello: Yes but I think that bearhug took a lot out of Dominic!

Sanders slowly drags himself across the ring until he eventually gets to Morgan and throws an arm across his chest for a pin as the ref dives to the floor and counts...
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Amsler: Oh shit!! Morgan Darkwater has Dominic Sanders in the chokehold! Where did that come from?

Morgan lets out a loud scream as he sticks his tongue out and puts as much pressure on the submission as possible. Sanders body starts to go limp and his eyes close.

Sydney: Oh no this might be the end for the former Undisputed champ!

Morgan has a big grin on his face as he can sense that Sanders is nearly out cold. The ref suddenly tells Morgan to break the hold. Morgan lets go of the submission and gets to his feet, raising his arms in the air, thinking that the ref has ended the match in his favor! The ref gets Morgan’s attention and points down towards Sanders leg and we see that somehow Sanders has one of his foot on the bottom ring rope. Morgan tugs on his hair as he shakes his head and stares at Sanders in disbelief.

Aiello: The captain clearly thought he had the win there but the survival instincts of Dominic Sanders saves him!

Sydney: Good! Dominic doesn’t deserve to lose! I heard a rumor that Morgan got drunk and ate his parrot!!! Disgusting!!! Boooo.... bird murderer.... booo....

Amsler: What the f*ck are you talking about Cid?

Morgan stands over Sanders for a moment, staring at him before he looks out towards the crowd who are still cheering for him hard. Sanders suddenly throws a leg up, quickly catching Morgan in the inside of the legs close to the private parts!

Morgan holds his nether regions as he stumbles back into the corner. Sanders uses the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet, he then sprints at Morgan and hits a big boot on him in the corner. Before Morgan can collapse to the floor Sanders picks him up and hits a Samoan drop on him. Sanders takes a breather before he starts to climb up to the top turnbuckle.

Aiello: After a suspiciously sneaky kick between the legs of Morgan, Sanders has regained control of this match and he’s now going to the top! This could be risky!

Sanders taunts the Canadian crowd as he stands and looks out around the Rogers arena, before he leaps and lands on Morgan with his guillotine leg drop move he calls Titletown! Sanders lays over Morgan and hooks his leg for the pin...
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Sanders is wide eyed with rage as he shouts at the referee. Sanders gets to his feet and pulls Morgan up with him. Sanders slaps Morgan in the face again before running off of the ropes and back towards him. Just as Sanders goes for a hard clothesline from hell Morgan suddenly ducks under the arm and grabs a hold of Sanders, lifting him up and planting him on the mat with an Uranagi!

Aiello: This match has been back and forth! I can’t keep up with the action.

Morgan wipes more blood away from his face before he climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Once up there he raises his arms in the air and takes in the cheers from the crowd before he points at Sanders on the mat and then leaps towards him with his flying elbow drop he calls The Winds of Fortune... but Sanders rolls out of the way at the last second and Morgan hits the mat hard!

As Morgan holds his elbow and gets to his feet he turns around and straight into Sanders who kicks him in the gut and before lifting him and hitting his finisher Riptide! Sanders falls on top of Morgan and the ref makes the count...
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DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall DOMINIC SANDERS!!!

Sanders rolls out of the ring, looking exhausted as he slowly makes his way up the ramp as the ref checks on Morgan in the ring.

Aiello: Dominic Sanders once again proving that you can’t underestimate his ring intelligence but let’s not forget Morgan almost had the victory a few times, this was a classic matchup!

Sydney: I admit Morgan is a tough son of a bitch.... but he still lost to the best wrestler in the EWC Dominic Sanders!!

Amsler: This won’t be the last time we see Dominic Sanders and Captain Morgan Darkwater compete inside a wrestling ring you can bet on that.

Aiello: We are going to go for a break now folks but when we come back Dominic’s stable mate Iggy Swango will be in action against the Tokyo Gunslinger Ryoichi Nishimura!  

We cut to outside the Bell Centre building. The six person royale is over, and Samantha is limping outside. Beside her is her spouse, Joseph "Orion" Hunter, who is allowing her to borrow a shoulder for support. The Titaness looks pissed.

The two finally finish exiting the building. A pained wince passes Sam's lips as Joseph helps his wife carefully sit down. He kneels so he's looking her straight in the eyes, all while wearing a very serious look on his face.

Joseph "Orion" Hunter: Wait for me right here, okay? I'm gonna go get the car so you can rest up afterwards.

Sam weakly chuckles, an amused smirk managing to adorn her face as she locks eyes with her husband.

Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Come now, love. Do you really expect me to go anywhere, let alone like this?

Joseph grins at his wife's words before shrugging.

Joseph "Orion" Hunter: Consider it a precaution. I know how stubborn you can be. Okay then ...

Orion leans forward, giving his wife a quick, passionate kiss on the lips before turning around. He holds a finger up even while walking away, signaling and reminding Samantha to wait right where she is for him.

Sam playfully rolls her eyes before gently closing them. She stays sitting on the curb, waiting to hear the sounds of a vehicle driving up soon enough. The vehicle pulls up next to her and before she is able to get a look at the driver, the door flies open, slamming into Sam, knocking her down to the ground!

The driver slowly exits the vehicle, almost methodically doing so as Sam starts to get to her feet, but then the driver swiftly kicks Sam in the gut, dropping her back down to the ground. The camera slowly pans up away from Sam and upwards towards the driver's identity ... but the figure is hooded, a bandana covering their mouth, and a pair of dark sunglasses covering their eyes.

They then begin to stomp down onto Sam's back, keeping her down on the ground. The figure then gets down to their knees, grabbing Sam by the hair and pulling her face up closer to theirs. They then start landing stiff blows into Sam's head with closed fists, eventually busting her wide open, then slam Sam's head into the side of the vehicle, making her slump down to the ground unconscious.

The figure gets back to their feet, reaches into the vehicle, and pulls out a duffel bag. They open the bag up and drop it onto the ground, then reach up to their head and pull the hood off, revealing long blond hair. They reach down to the bag and pull a baseball bat from within, then a long strand of barbed wire. They wrap the barbed wire around the bat, then lay the bat on the roof of the vehicle. They take a knee next to Sam and start to laugh before slowly starting to take off their sunglasses, then pull the bandana away from their face ...

Darius reveals himself, the infamous grin sprawled across his face as he looks down at Sam proudly. He takes the bat from the vehicle once again and digs it into the open wound on Sam's forehead before pulling it away and throwing it back into the vehicle.

He then picks Sam up from the ground as she slowly starts to come to once again, trying to get a look at her attacker. Darius pats her on the cheek, then lifts her up onto his shoulder, runs toward another vehicle parked in the parking lot, and chucks her onto the windshield, nearly sending her straight through it! Darius laughs manically as he gets back into his vehicle, revs the engine loudly, then speeds towards the exit.

Her head had lifted, but met concrete before what Samantha thought to be her lover's eyes. A pained hiss elicited from her lips.

Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Motherfucker! Aggggggh!!!

No, she doesn't realize who it is. But then again, she's beyond caring. All she knows is someone's got a lot of gall to attack her, let alone so soon after a huge match. In The Titaness' eyes, this can only be deemed one type of person; a coward. Her mind races while she tries frantically to get back up to her feet. Every time she gets close, she's thrust back onto the ground. The failed attempts result in angry grunts and repeated sounds of agony.

By the time the closed fists start landing on her head, Sam is dizzy as all hell. She tries to fight back, of course. But between the aftermath of her recent fight and her body feeling sluggish - due to soreness and losing blood - her own counterattacks are slower and weaker than usual.

What could best be described as a whimper, whine, and groan all at once resounds from Sam as her head is slammed into the side of the vehicle.

Sheer willpower keeps her barely conscious ... but it's enough to avoid passing out right on the spot. And, although bloody with her own life force falling down her face, she manages to see her attacker remove his 'disguise'. Her eyes widen ... and then narrow.

Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: Y-You! S-Son of a ....

Before she can finish her thoughts, Sam feels herself hoisted up. The Titaness squirms, only guessing whatever is about to happen, it's not good. And sure enough, those fears are confirmed. If she'd felt the bat, she's not reacting to that. Instead, she's focusing on getting out of Darius' grip as she punches his back on shoulders, crying out again as she's thrust against the windshield of a different car.

Mere moments after Darius speeds away does Joseph arrive, looking horrified and infuriated as he sees the running figure ... and then his wife sprawled on the damaged vehicle.

Joseph "Orion" Hunter: Fuck sakes, who ... ??


His head quickly moves from side to side. Answers can wait. Right now, he knows he needs to get Sam to the hospital, and quickly. Carefully, he hoists his lover into his arms and damn well nearly yanks one of the passenger doors open. After laying her down in the back seats, Orion gets in the driver and speeds away from the stadium as we fade to...

BRAWL VS RAMPAGE

WITH A TITLE SHOT ON THE LINE!

[WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDER TO THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP]
Iggy Swango
VS Ryoichi Nishimura

Aiello: I have a feeling that Night of Champions will go down as one of the greatest EWC shows of all time, the action so far has been truly breathtaking and we have still got so much to come...

Sydney: We’ve just seen Dominic Sanders and Captain Darkwater bring the house down in a brutal fight! Now it’s the time for America’s most Hated’s newest member to take center stage as Iggy Swango battles the Tokyo gunslinger Ryoichi Nishimura...

Amsler: ...and the winner of this match will become the number one contender to Cyrus Blacks International Championship! Iggy wants redemption for losing that title to Black back in April and Nishimura wants to make a name for himself in the EWC!

Dobrev: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first... Standing in at five feet seven inches tall, weighing at one hundred and forty-five pounds, from San Francisco, California, representing Americas Most Hated... IGGY SWANGO!!!

Dance Party Plus by Head Automatica hits the arena as the lights dim low before strobing between red and the pitch blackness of the arena. Just as the loud guitar riffs echo throughout the arena the lights starts pulsing red and Iggy Swango emerges from behind the curtain as smog engulfs her. She stands at the top of the stage for a few moments as she nods her head to the rhythm of the music. Joining her on the stage is her trainer Tao Ohashi, who trails slowly behind.

Iggy starts bouncing on the stage and rocking out with an air bass playing along with the music before making her way down the ramp. She throws the devil horns with her hands and sticks out her tongue taunting her fans as Red and Black confetti streamers come raining down from above on her way down to the ring. Iggy rolls under the bottom rope and pops up on her knees in the middle of the ring. She slowly stands her to her feet before raising her hands into the air.

Dobrev: And her opponent, making his to the ring... accompanied by Chad Richman, he hails from Roppongi District of Tokyo, Japan. He is TOKYO GUNSLINGER RYOICHI NISHIMURA!

With the sound of War Dance by Shen Yi blasting through the speakers, the crowd stands in interest and excitement as they see a hooded Ryoichi walk up onto the ramp, baseball bat in one hand resting on his shoulder, his head bouncing to the beat of his entrance music.

The crowd meets the presence of Ryo on top of the stage with a mixed chorus of boos and cheers as the man nods to his manager Chad Richman flanking him and with a confident strut walks down the ramp towards the ring. Taking his time, he walks up every ring step with the continued bounce of his entrance music's beat until he ultimately climbs the turnbuckle into the ring. With a quickened pace he moves and climbs onto the turnbuckle opposite to him, pointing his bat at the closest camera.

Putting his free hand in the shape of a gun, he 'fires' at the camera before turning around and taking a seat on the turnbuckle, handing his entrance clothes and baseball bat to Chad Richman who passes on some final words of encouragement.

DING DING DING

Swango and Ryo circle each other, neither willing to commit and make the first move. Ryo then lunges forward with a kick but Swango rolls under his leg to the other side of the ring. Ryo spins around as Swango comes back at him with a short arm clothesline but Ryo springs off of the middle ring rope and leaps high in the air, over Swangos head, landing on his feet behind her. As Swango turns Ryo catches her with a Yakuza kick.

Ryo then runs off of the ropes and back at Swango with Rolling Thunder, but Swango gets her knees up and Ryo lands back first on them. Swango hooks Ryos arms from behind and catches him off guard with a backslide pin as the ref counts...
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Aiello: Chad Richman seems to be telling Ryo to keep his head in the game but Iggy Swango did indeed nearly catch him off guard with a quick roll up there!

Amsler: Ryo needs to be careful. Iggy is clever, and she’s learned from being in the ring against some of the best in the world.

The camera catches Swango mouthing the words ‘bring it’ to Ryo who happily obliges. The two lock up in the center of the ring, both trying to get the better of each other. Swango get Ryo in a headlock, but he wriggles out of it and he catches Swango with a sharp kick to the back of her head as she stumbles forward and bounces off of the ring ropes, Ryo runs past her, leaps onto the middle ring ropes and jumps back at Swango smashing her with a springboard elbow.

With Swango down on the mat Ryo stomps on her left leg twice before grab a hold of it and licking in a single leg Boston crab. Swango reaches forward and manages to grab a hold of the ring ropes immediately, as she pulls her up causing Ryo to break the submission. Swango headbutts Ryo as he turns around, she then boots him hard in the stomach as he falls back into the corner. Swango wastes no time, as she sprints at Ryo and hits her running hip attack on him. Swango pulls Ryo out of the corner and makes the pin...
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Sydney: Iggy again close to claiming a victory! She’s got that image of reclaiming the International Championship and it’s spurring her on here!

Swango leans down to pick Ryo up, quick as flash he brings a knee right into her face. Swango is stunned as she drops to her knee, giving Ryo time to get to his feet, he runs off of the ropes and back at Swango hitting a Shining Wizard on her.

With Swango dazed and confused on the mat, a nasty look appears on Ryo’s face as pauses for a moment and look at Chad who gives him a nod of the head. Ryo suddenly just to unleash a fury of stiff kick to the side of Swangos body and legs as she desperately tries to roll away. Ryo lifts his right leg up high and then brings it back down on Swangos left ankle as she winces in pain. Ryo jumps in the air and brings a hard elbow down on her left knee and once on the floor he starts to strike her left ankle with stiff elbow strikes.

Aiello: Oh my Ryoichi Nishimura is taking no prisoners here! He’s going to break Iggy’s ankle!

Sydney: I’m starting to like this guy.

Swango reaches for the bottom rope and pulls herself away from Ryo but he scrambles to his feet and charges at her, smashing into the side of her head with a knee strike. As Swangos body lays across the bottom ring rope Ryo sprints off of the far away ring ropes and back towards Swango, this time he cracks his knee right onto her jaw which sends her falls backwards through the ropes and landing back first on the hard floor on the outside.

Sydney: This is a brutal assault by the Tokyo Gunslinger! I think Iggy should stay on the outside and let the ref count her out for her own safety.

Ryo leans against the ropes with a smirk on his face as the Montreal crowd boo him. The ref is up to a four count now as Iggy rolls onto her stomach on the outside she looks to be in pain. A portion of the crowd clearly have her back as they chant her name and urge her to get to her feet. Ryo meanwhile starts to count along with the ref as he is up to a six count now. Swango gets to her knees at the count of Seven... Swango pulls herself to her feet at the eight count as the fans cheer... she hobbles to the ring and pulls herself in at the nine count.

As Swango gets in the ring Ryo is on her right away, stomping into her back and then he drops to the floor, elbows her in the back of the head and locks her in a cross face submission. Iggy tries to reach her foot back to get tot the rope but she can’t make it as Ryo pulls her head back further and further. The ref asks Iggy if she wants to submit but she vigorously shakes her head. Ryo is sweating now as he puts as much pressure on the submission as possible, he seems stunned when Iggy again refuses to quit when the referee asks.

Aiello: Remember what happened at Hardcore Revolution... Iggy Swango would not tap out no matter how hard Cyrus Black tried! She was literally die in that ring before she quits.

Amsler: Is that a smart move by Iggy though?

Swango seems to know that she’s not going to last much longer so in a last direct attempt to escape the hold she finds a second wind from somewhere and starts thrashing from side to side, until she builds up enough momentum to roll over onto her back which in turn also rolls Ryo over, and inadvertently pins his shoulders to mat with Swango on top of him as the ref springs into a count....
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Amsler: Oh wow Ryo may have beaten her senseless at times but that’s the third occasion where Iggy Swango has nearly won this match!

Swango leans against the ropes trying to regain energy as Ryo comes at her again, pinning her into the ropes and kneeing her in the abdomen multiple times before the ref counts to five and tells Ryo to break it up. As Ryo backs away from Swango he swings his hand at her and slaps her hard across the face.

Ryo holds his arms in air as he starts to laugh, clearly pleased with himself. Swango, on the other hand, looks pissed of now and she comes towards Ryo with a new found anger in her. Ryo throws a back elbow at Iggy that catches her in the face, he then starts to hit stiff kicks on her legs, but Swango suddenly grabs a hold of Ryo by the head and retaliates by pounding him in the face with stiff forearm shots. Ryo responds with some forearm shots of his own, as the two end up trading shot after shot in the middle the ring, nearer one wanting to give in. The fans are on there feet applauding the efforts of both individuals.

Aiello: This is war we are witnessing right now folks!

Ryo back off of Swango and runs off of the ropes, as he comes back at her she leaps in the air and catches with an beautiful knee to the knee, then before he falls to the mat Swango grabs a hold Ryo, lifting him up and hitting her air crash neckbreaker finisher Acrobatic Tenament! Swango throws an arm over Ryo as the ref counts...
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TWO
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall IGGY SWANGO!!!

Chad pulls Ryo out of the ring and helps him up the ramp as Iggy Swango starts to dance as “You make my dreams" " by Hall and Oates blasts over the PA system. The crowd in the front row start to dance along as Iggy tries to do the moonwalk even though her body seems to be in pain.

Aiello: Iggy Swango has earned herself another opportunity at the International Championship!! And now she’s having a party in the ring.

Sydney: Oh great I’m gonna have this song stuck in my head all night now. Thanks Iggy!!!

Amsler: Ryoichi Nishimura should tonight why he’s one of the most talented up and coming superstars the EWC has on its roster. He’ll get his short eventually.

Aiello: Up next we’ve got tag team action, don’t go anywhere!

Camera cuts to...

The cameras pick up backstage to see the self proclaimed Queen of FSW (or, according to FSW General Manager Chris Brock, the Queen of EWC) and the King of EWC Television making their way toward the ring with their heads held high and an egotistical smirk that seems to grace both of their faces in tandem. In Melody’s hand, she’s carrying a frosted glass, topped with a paper umbrella as the come to a stop short of the curtain. From the other side, an exhausted and sweaty Iggy Swango takes a look at her America’s Most Hated teammates. Melody wordlessly hands over the, now obvious, pina colada and leans over to plant a quick kiss on Iggy’s cheek.

Melody Malone: A perfect 2-0. Once Draco and I get done out there, it’s going to be 3-0 and a picture perfect night for America’s Most Hated.

Draco Lazarus: Good luck when you get that rematch for your International title too, because there might not be enough left of Cyrus to pin.

Draco, clearly still fuming over the proceedings earlier in the evening, shoots a half a glare in Melody’s direction. She places a hand on Draco’s arm, pointing toward the curtain Iggy just came out of.

Melody Malone: We need to be focused on what’s out there. Not what’s back in the locker room okay? Besides, there might not even BE a Cyrus after tonight. Nobody’s safe out there. So let’s take care of the task at hand, alright?

Draco huffs and Iggy cracks a grin, not wanting to get too deep into whatever business is unfolding between Draco and Melody before she reaches over and slaps Melody on the butt with a wink.

Iggy Swango: Go get ‘em tiger.

The brief ‘team building’ aside, Iggy heads off and Melody grabs both sides of Draco’s face in her hands.

Melody Malone: Listen to me. Tonight is our night. We have worked for months to get them to finally recognize us as the rightful challengers to ReBelle for the tag team championships. Nothing that anyone can do, or has said, or WILL say… is going to be able to stop us from what we’re due. What we’re OWED. Now… are you with me?

He pauses, the silence almost deafening backstage before the smug smirk that virtually everyone hates makes its appearance.

Draco Lazarus: Of course, my Queen.

They share a smile, before Draco extends his arm toward her and she slips her hand into the crook of his elbow.

Melody Malone: Long live the King.

Draco Lazarus: Long live the Queen.

The camera cuts to Cyrus in his locker room, he’s watching YouTube clips of Kyle Gautier’s ‘Night of Champions - the musical’ and singing along.

Cyrus: ...Tomorrow we'll discover ... What our God in Heaven has in store!...One more dawn!...One more day!... One day more!

A knock on the locker room door interrupts him, as he sighs and puts his phone away. Once he opens the door standing in front of him is a scrawny man with a briefcase and slicked back black hair. He smiles a toothy grin at Cyrus as he pretty much grabs his hand and starts to shake it, pushing into the locker room.

Man: It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Black. I am Richard Skinner from Fleshlight.com. I have been in correspondence with your manager about your position as spokes person and model for our new line of merchandise. May I call you Cyrus?!!

Cyrus: No.. wait... Flesh.. what?

Richard Skinner reaches behind him and pulls out a small bag as Cyrus looks on confused.

Richard: I’ve got the samples you requested and we’ve also launched our first advertisement online all over social media... I present to you our new Cyrus Black inspired Fleshlight!!

Richard whips a large black Fleshlight from the bag and sticks it in Cyrus’s hands. Cyrus stares down at the pink and black object for a moment before realizing that it’s got his ‘bet on Black’ logo and his name on the side. Cyrus drops it on the floor.

Cyrus: Is this a joke.. did Kyle or Dave put you up to this? Ha bloody ha!

Richard: I’m sorry sir, I don’t follow. As I said your manager has been in constant contact with us, we’ve had boxes of these Cyrus Black inspired Fleshlights sent out to people to test, and we sent a free Cyrus Fleshlight out to every EWC employee as you requested... all the staff members... the general managers... the shareholders... your fellow wrestlers... everyone. So what do you think?

Cyrus: You sent one of those things out to everyone I work with... the entire roster!!!!

Cyrus grabs Richard by the scruff of the neck and pushes him against the wall.

Richard: I... I don’t understand... yes your manager she said this was all ok with you.. she assured us that you’d love it.

Cyrus: She.... the manager was a woman... when she spoke was she giggling a lot and sounded like she was sucking on something constantly?

As Richard nods his head Cyrus let’s him and go, turning around and pausing for a moment before he slams his first against the locker room door.

Cyrus: Gabi.... f*ckin... Vee....

Cyrus throws the locker room door open and storms out as Richard stands there looking confused . The camera zooms in on the ‘Cyrus Black’ Fleshlight on the floor as the camera cuts to a commercial.

TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
[WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDER TO THE EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP]

Damage, Inc. (Malice & Mayhem)

VS The Aristocrats (Melody Malone & Draco Lazarus

We return to ringside as we are about to begin the number one contenders match for the EWC Tag Team Championships between Damage INC and The Aristocrats.

Aiello: Both of these teams are at the top of their division. And they look to not only gain a title shot here tonight, but send a message to all of the other EWC tag teams.

Sydney: Only one team can challenge for those championship, and both of these teams are looking for that opportunity.

Dobrev: The following match is set for one fall, and is for the number one contendership ofthe EWC Tag Team Championships Joining us first at combined weight of 725 pounds ... MALICE AND MAYHEM...DAMAGE, INC!

Flames explode to either side of the stage.  The lights come up on Sinestro Sinister who is standing with his tattooed back to the crowd, his arms outstretched in a crucifix pose.  Seek and Destroy by Metallica begins to roar through the arena. The lights flash and Sinister turns to face the people.  Lacey Savage walks from the back holding Sinister's suit jacket, which she slips over his arms.  The light pulses like lightning and Lacey Savage pulls up a skull bandanna to cover her lower face.  When the lightning pulses again a thick smoke rolls in, and from the smoke come two huge figures dressed in matching leather jackets that reach all the way to their matching boots.  The two men are wearing full face masks that look like skulls.  Each skull face is partially covered by a bandanna, outlaw style.  The two men flank Lacey and they all come to stand behind Sinestro.  With a nod of the head from Sinister the group begins to stalk in lock step to the ring.

Lacey climbs the steps ahead of her charges and holds the middle rope open for them to step stiffly through.  Once inside the ring  both monsters simultaneously shed their masks and jackets.  Clustering together in the corner they huddle up for a final game plan, each member sizing up their opponents and ready for a war.

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 over to their corner. Discussing which of them should start the match. 

Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, let's get this one underway.

DING DING DING

Malice and Draco begin the match, circling the ring as the crowd begins to show their anticipation for the match. Malice charges immediately delivering a sharp forearm and throwing Draco into a neutral corner. He climbs up to the second rope and begins to deliver shot after shot, raining down lefts and rights. Malice switches his attack, dropping down elbows to his forehead. Draco shoves him away. Malice lands on his feet and as Draco charges, he catches him with a scoop slam and pops up to his feet. Malice looks around the arena and down at Draco, he leaps over him and bounces off the ropes. As he charges back to the middle ring Draco climbs to one knee. But as he starts to get back to his feet Malice delivers a huge knee to the back of his head. He goes for the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out by Draco Lazarus!

Aiello: Damage, INC controlling the early parts of this match.

Amsler: One would have to think that the longer this match plays out the more it will benefit Lazarus and Malone.

Malice grabs a handful of hair and drags Draco to his feet and throws him into the Damage, Inc corner. Malice tags Mayhem and lifts Draco onto his shoulder, Mayhem climbs to the top rope as Malice delivers a death valley driver, planting him in perfect position as Mayhem leaps from his perch and delivers a double foot stomp square in the chest of Draco! Mayhem goes into the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out by Draco Lazarus!

Aiello: Quick tags in and out of the ring, as the two large men are working in almost perfect cohesion in this match up

Sydney: Before this match, I would have put my money on Melody on the one that gets singled out, but Damage, INC have been able to keep her out of this match entirely.

Amsler: It looks like she is itching to come into the ring, she is going crazy over there in the Aristocrat corner.

Mayhem sits up in the middle of the ring as Draco tries to crawl towards his corner, but as he is inches from the outstretched fingers of Melody Malone, Mayhem grabs his foot, yanking him back into the middle of the ring and delivering a driving forearm shiver to the back of the neck. Mayhem stands to his feet and stares at Melody for a moment, a death glare, before turning his focus back to Draco. He lifts him to his feet. Draco starts to fight back with and elbow to the abdomen, but Mayhem takes the shot and delivers a knee in response. He runs off the ropes and straight into a FLAPJACK ONTO THE ROPES! Both me are down as Draco begins to crawl toward his corner inch by inch he struggles across the ring. Mayhem looks across the ring at his tag partner then tries to chase down Draco. 

Aiello: The indecisiveness of Mayhem may have just cost them a huge advantage, as a fresh Melody Malone is now entering this match.

Sydney: The Queen of EWC is about to show the world why she is just that!

But he is too late as Draco dives and tags in his tag team partner, Melody flies into the ring and immediately dropping Mayhem to the ground with a forearm. As Malice tries to climb into the ring, Melody kicks the middle rope, sending the steel cable into his groin. She grabs him by the head and drops him to the canvas with a DDT. She turns her attention back to Mayhem as he climbs back to his feet and delivers a huge superkick that sends him reeling back into the ropes, he bounces off them and staggers back into the middle of the ring and into the FALLEN DREAMS!

Aiello: What is she going to do now?!

Amsler: She looks like she is about to get a little crazy!

Mayhem gets sent out of the ring, and Melody immediately climbs to her feet, bouncing off of the opposite rope before diving through the middle ropes and driving Mayhem into the barricade as she crashes to the ground. She uses the ring apron to climb back to her feet as she looks over at Mayhem who remains motionless as she drags him up to his feet. She pushes him back into the barricade and delivers a huge knife edge chop that echoes through the arena and whips him back into the ring. She takes a moment before climbing up onto the top rope, as she scales it Draco makes the tag. She waits as Mayhem climbs to his feet. She dives and delivers a dropkick sending Mayhem across the ring and into the opposite corner. Draco climbs into the ring as Malice tags himself in and enters himself. Melody charges across the ring… FALLEN DREAMS TO MALICE! Malice is flung towards Draco who delivers a devastating right hook to the jaw of Malice who drops to the ground motionless. He kiss the ring on his right hand and hooks the leg.

Sydney: KISS THE RING!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...Kick out by Malice!

Aiello: How did he kick out of that!

Sydney: Pure defiance from Malice.

Amsler: What seemed to have been an all Damage, INC affair has now quickly flipped on his head and the Aristocrats find themselves well in control.

Draco can’t believe it as he gets in the refs face, turning the referees attention from the action in the ring, as he does melody pulls Malice out of the ring and along with Squire, Zelda, and Viking begin to stomp away at Malice. Each boot driving just a little bit more fight out of the big man. Melody grabbed ahold of him and throws him back into the ring just as the referee turns around. 

Amsler: What lowly scumbags!

Sydney: Do what you need to to win, thats all that matters in this sport.

Draco grabs him by the head and throws him into the corner, grabbing ahold of the second rope and driving his shoulder into the abdomen of his opponent. Once...twice...three times. He grabs throws Malice out of the corner and to the ground. He climbs up onto the second rope and delivers a picture perfect moonsault. Draco collides chest to chest with Malice, immediately hooking both legs and stacking him up onto his shoulders.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...NO! Mayhem reaches into the ring and pulls the referee out of the ring.

Aiello: That was a very close call and I think the Aristocrats thought they had this in the bag.

Sydney: That should be a disqualification. You can’t put your hands on the referee like that.

Amsler: Do what you need to to win, ain’t that right Sydney.

Sydney: This is completely different, Mayhem put his hands on the referee!

The referee is livid as he yells at Mayhem for interfering with him. He yells at him to return to his corner. The referee slides back into the ring as Melody rounds the corner and blasts Mayhem with a dropkick sending him into the barricade. She slides into the ring and stands in the corner as Draco drags Malice to his feet and positions him in the middle of the ring. He takes a single step back and connects with a superkick to the side of the head. Melody charges from the corner and leaps onto his shoulders, and delivers a devastating leg scissors DDT!

Sydney: BEND THE KNEE!

Melody looks around for Mayhem as Draco crawls into the cover!

ONE!

Mayhem realizes what is going on and makes a beeline for the ring.

TWO!

He goes to slide into the ring but Melody blocks holding him on the apron!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall THE ARISTOCRATS!

Both Draco and Lazarus celebrate in the middle of the ring as Malice and Mayhem are helped to the back.

Aiello: What a match here tonight in the tag team division. Proving to the world why they are two of the best.

Sydney: But it will be The Aristocrats who will challenge ReBelle for the tag team championships.

Amsler: The champions have reigned for over two months after beating Shock & Awe back in June at the Hardcore Revolution pay-per-view, but these two competitors may be there toughest challenge yet.

As the dust settles and the referee exits the ring, Draco is showboating to his Queen as they celebrate when Mercenary slides into the ring. The crowd starts to cheer, which makes Draco smile as he believes the fans have finally accepted that he and his Queen are the best team in EWC. Mercenary spins Draco around, kicks him in the gut and then delivers a massive pump handle slam! The crowd erupts as Mercenary gets right into the face of the downed Draco. He can be heard saying "YOU'RE MINE NEXT!" 

Aiello: Draco just got LAID OUT by Mercenary. and his message was clear. 

Sydney: I hope General Manager Chris Brock is watching this, The King of EWC Television must have vengeance! He cannot be treated like that! WHERE IS SECURITY?!

Amsler: Oh stuff it Cid! Draco got what was coming to him and I hope Mercenary gets a chance to beat the snot out of Draco and soon!

Aiello: Up Next folks, we have another tag team match but this time there is so much more on the line! Xavier Reid and Luke Wolfe with their tag partners Nikki Dupree and Anabelle in a casket match!!

We cut to...

The show goes backstage, eventually finding and focusing on backstage interviewer Ace Heart who sought out the first competitor he could find to ask some questions. The person he’d eventually find, Iggy Swango, is walking down the hall with a towel slung across her shoulder and a Pina Colada in her hand. Still in a great mood, the words of Daryl Hall flowed from her lips.

Iggy: Well well you, ooh ooh. You make my dreams come true, whoa yeah

Heart: Iggy, you got yourself a hard fought win earlier tonight against a formidable opponent in Ryoichi Nishimura. And it has given you a new title shot at the International Championship held by Cyrus Black. You must be on a real high right now?

Iggy: Ace, you have no idea! Despite Ryoichi hitting like a god damn truck, I pushed through and got the win. I had to dig deep and pull a “Tom Petty”.

Ace Heart stares at Iggy in bewilderment.

Iggy: I didn’t back down.

Still needing time to understand the reference, he chooses to ignore that and instead wants to ask a few more questions, but before he can continue he is effectively silenced by the sudden appearance of the man Iggy had beaten, Ryoichi Nishimura, flanked by his manager Chad Richman. The latter wanted to start talking, but Ryoichi pushes him to the side, moving in close to Iggy Swango, getting right in her face but showing no sign of aggression.

Nishimura: So you managed to beat Tokyo Gunslinger tonight… Very impressive, Iggy Swango.

Ryoichi speaking in his own flavor of broken English, his manager not doing the talking for a change, the condescension in his tone going beyond language barriers.

Nishimura: For you win is a big moment, now you are not the joke of EWC anymore.

With a mocking nod of respect, Ryoichi goes to poke his finger into the shoulder blade of Swango.

Nishimura: At least not until you lose to Cyrus Black for the fourth time.

Not backing down from Ryoichi’s mockery, Iggy doesn't show any fear in closing whatever distance was left between them completely. With the back of his hand, the self-proclaimed ‘gunslinger’ slaps the Pina Colada out of Iggy’s hand.

Iggy reacts quickly, not holding back her ferocity as she plants her fist square into the face of Ryoichi causing him to stumble backwards, only being saved from falling over because he went back first into his manager Chad Richman who stumbles, sliding ass-first across the floor.

For a split second it appears that something inside Ryoichi snapped, but before anything more can happen a small army of backstage personnel risk their own safety to prevent a backstage brawl from igniting completely.

The camera focuses upon Ryoichi, whose nose is bleeding from Swango’s retaliation, and running his hand across it he doesn't as much wipe it away as he does smear it across his face to create something of a crimson mask, blood leaking to the floor and into his shirt. But despite the damage, Ryoichi seems unphased, infact, a smile appears on his face as he nods towards Iggy almost as a sign of respect… Before he steps backwards over his manager and making his leave from the scene, leaving Iggy to stare daggers at the man she had bloodied, if only because of the loss of a perfectly good drink.

As the Insanity Cage match draws closer, Candy is seen pacing back and forth in front of a backstage monitor. Sitting off to the side, picking at some cotton candy, is Gabrielle Visconty. She watches Candy pace for a bit before speaking up.

Gabi: Candy, maybe you should sit down?

It was apparent the Sweet Treat didn’t hear her as she was lost in her own thoughts.

Gabi: Caaaandy…

This time she was able to get her attention as Candy stops her pacing and rubs at her temples while letting out a sigh.

Candy: I have no idea how Robbie did this last year.

Gabi: You need to relax… Robbie is going to be fine.

Gabi offers Candy a bit of the cotton candy as she speaks, something to try to help Candy take her mind off of Robbie’s upcoming match.

Candy: I hope you’re right.

Candy says while coming over to claim the cotton candy. One, because she’d never pass up a treat. And two, she can’t think of anything better to do. As she starts to eat, Candy takes a seat next to Gabi.

Candy: It’s different being on this side of things.

She eats a bit more cotton candy before adding.

Candy: So how’s your shoulder doing anyway?

Gabi: It’s not bad… Still a little sore. It’s really not bothering me much anymore.

Gabi replies as she offers Candy a soft smile.

Gabi: So what are you going to do about Dalilah and her band of merry idiots calling you and Robbie out? It’s like she didn’t learn her lesson the first time around.

Candy: More like what WE’RE going to do about it.

She motions to the two of them as she continues.

Candy: You see, Robbie’s going to be a bit busy with defending his title or titles if he’s successful tonight. And that’s where his focus should be. That’s where I want it. So I figure we can handle this problem. If you can even call it a problem. Soon they’ll come to realize they messed with the wrong two ladies.

Gabi grins as tries to contain her excitement.

Gabi: We, as you and I? I think that is a great idea! We need a cool tag team name to make this official!

Candy: I’m pretty sure the two of us can come up with something!

Candy goes about eating the cotton candy as an excited Gabi Vee goes wild shouting out suggestions as the scene fades.

SETTLING THINGS ONCE AND FOR ALL!

[TAG TEAM CASKET MATCH]

Luke Wolfe & Annabelle

VS Xavier Reid & Nikki Dupree

The camera cuts to a picture of the large casket for a moment before going to ringside.

Aiello: Folks, we have a balls to the wall battle in store for you next. The casket is already at ringside. This may just be the most personal match on the card tonight. Back last month when the Scars and Stripes Pay-Per-View was set to go live, Luke and Annabelle Wolfe were found brutally attacked in their hotel room. And we found out the culprits of the attack the following BRAWL.... Xavier Reid, Nikki Dupree and the rest of the ‘family’.

Sydney: Xavier Reid claims that he was saving the EWC from the Wolfe’s... but honestly does anyone really know what goes on in Reid’s head these days? Either way this match will be amazing... amazingly ultra violent. This has been built up for weeks and now it is time to explode.

Amsler: Xavier even held a fake funeral for Luke and Annabelle but that didn’t pan out.. because the Wolfe’s returned and challenged Xavier and Nikki to a match, so now here we are. Someone is about to get put in a casket. Xavier Reid has promised that this time he will end Luke Wolfe, but I'm sure that Luke and Annabelle would love to bury that casket with Xavier Reed and Nikki Dupree inside of it.

Dobrev: The following match is a casket match. Joining us first, from Atlanta, GA weighing in at 225 pounds ... LUKE WOLFE!

There is a crackle of thunder, and the crowd ERUPTS with a mixed reaction, as the lights start to dim, and we hear the sound of rain, thunder, and flashes of lightning inside the arena. As the sounds and sights of the storm continues to rage a distorted voice begins to speak.

Distorted Voice:

"Behold, he comes with lightning and clouds..."

The lightning and clouds on the jumbo-tron burst into a flash of bright light as the final bolt touches the ground, "Seek and Destroy" by Metalica hits and the crowd jumps to it's feet with a massive pop!!!

The reaction turns to a roar, when after a few moments when a spotlight shines through the darkness, and Luke Wolfe is standing center stage. He throws his hood off his head and gazes out into the crowd. Soaking in the reaction he starts to slowly make his walk down the entrance ramp, the spotlight fallows him as he makes his way toward the ring.

Luke slowly makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans along the way, but with an emotionless look on his face. He quickly walks up the steps and through the ropes, he slowly throws off his hood and as he turns spreading his arms wide the lights in the arena rise.

A few moments later the music fades out.


Dobrev: And his partner. Joining us first, from Atlanta, GA weighing in at 110 pounds ... ANNABELLE!

The crowd ERUPTS as Annabelle's new theme "Halloween Triumphant" starts to rumble its beginning chords! The lights dim down as a flickering orange-ish hew fills the arena, as if it were filled with candles. Many fans hold up lighters in the crowd with the flames lit up! The camera pans around the arena for a good fifteen twenty seconds, getting a good shot of people in the crowd.

Flames flicker on the stage, smoke starts to build as Annabelle slowly walks through the smoke somewhat covered in a shadow, the lights on stage rise up, and the fans is on their feet as she pears out into the crowd with an evil smile on her face.

Making her way down the ramp, she caresses the face of a fan On her way to the ring, giving him a wink. Once at ringside, she slowly ascends the steps and into the ring, she walks over to the corner and takes a step on the second rope looking out into the crowd with a somewhat blank look on her face, quickly her ever familiar evil smirk appears as she screams along with the fans at ringside. Quickly her head snaps back locking eyes in a death stare with her opponent. She takes a few seconds and slowly steps down from the turnbuckle, her eyes never leaving that of her opponents.

Dobrev: And their opponents, from New York City, weighing in at a combined weight of 330 pounds ... XAVIER REED AND NIKKI DUPREE!

The jumbo screen flickers and the picture of a sky appears on the eve of a storm, the clouds are dark and rolling across the sky quickly and with aggression. The lights inside the arena start to dim, the rumbling of a storm can be heard over the speakers as lighting appears in the clouds

The cracking of lighting grows louder and louder until two strikes hit the stage.

First from the right and then from the left as ‘Papercut’ starts to play out…

Smoke rises up from where the lightning hit stage as Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage, his arms crossed in a X over his chest as he stands at the top of the stage and looks out towards the ring.

The fans have a mix reaction as he starts to walk towards the ring, shadow boxing as he does so ignoring the fans until he reaches ringside.

Xavier bounces up and down while looking at the ground and then looks up and smirks as he heads towards the steps and slams his foot down on each step as he marches up the steps and jumps into the ring and heads right to far corner and climbs to the middle rope and tosses his arms into the air and crosses them into a X as he looks out over the crowd.

Aiello: Here we go, this is about to get wild.

DING DING DING

Wolfe and Reid meet in the middle of the ring exchanging right hands, and so do Dupree and Annabelle. Wolfe gets the upper hand drives Reid back into the corner, and then Wolfe switches to kicks to the stomach of Reed. Annabelle has gotten the upper hand on Dupree as well and has driven her into the ropes.

Annabelle Irish whips Dupree off the rope and across the ring. Dupree bounces off the ropes and is met with a leg lariat from Annabelle that drops Dupree. Annabelle is quick to her feet and lands a standing moonsault onto Dupree.

Meanwhile, Wolfe has stomped Reid to the ground and in an attempt to escape, Reed rolls to the outside. Wolfe stays on the attack and springboards to the top rope and comes off with a 450 to the outside on the punch drunk Reid.

Aiello: I knew this match was going to be exciting, and it is already getting high risk.

Sydney: It's pretty dumb of Luke Wolfe to go for such a risky move this early in the match.

Amsler: Luke Wolfe is pissed off, and he has every right to be after what Xavied Reid and Nikki Dupree have put him and Annabelle through.

Wolfe spends just a moment taking in the cheers from the crowd, but keeps his attention on Reid grabbing him by the ears and pulling him to his feet. Wolfe then grabs Reid and shoots him into the security railing. Reid slams into the metal railing with a bang, and Wolfe is relentless, staying on him with right hands.

Back in the ring Annabelle has Dupree up on her feet and hooks her for a DDT. Dupree stops it though by charging Annabelle into the corner, breaking her grip. Dupree stands up quick and delivers a hard elbow to the jaw of Annabelle. Dupree grabs Annabelle and shoots her across the ring into the corner, but Annabelle is still fresh and runs up the turnbuckles and hits whisper in the wind on Dupree.

Wolfe rolls Reid into the ring and then goes under the ring looking for something while Annabelle stomps on the downed Reid. Wolfe pulls out a large canvas bag and slides it into the ring to Annabelle. Annabelle gets a huge smile on her face as she grabs the bag.

Wolfe tells Annabelle "not yet" as he gets into the ring. Wolfe grabs Reid by the ears and begins lifting Reid up, but this time Reid answers with an uppercut to the groin of Wolfe. Wolfe collapses to his knees, holding his groin. Seeing this, Annabelle drops the bag and charges at Reid. Reid sees her coming though and springs to his feet and catches Annabelle with the X-Ploder (Rainham Maker).

Aiello: X-Ploder out of no where. People may hate Xavier Reed, but he is a great talent.

Sydney: Xavier Reed showing that he really knows Luke Wolfe and Annabelle, and knew what as coming.

Amsler: So, is no one going to mention the low blow at all?

Xavier Reid kicks the bag to the corner and then starts in on Wolfe with some brutal strikes. Dupree does the same on Annabelle. Reed uses hard kicks and forearms to keep Wolfe down, but eventually grabs Wolfe and hooks him for a power bomb, possibly signaling for X-tinction.

Reid lifts Wolfe up for a power bomb, but Wolfe quickly counters with a Hurriconrana. Wolfe and Reed both quickly get back to their feet. Reed goes for a big head kick, but Wolfe ducks under it and comes back with a high dropkick to the face of Reid, and Reid goes down hard.

Dupree sees this and goes after Wolfe charging at him, and goes for a flying leg lariat of her own, but Wolfe catches her and spins her around and drops her with a power bomb variation.

Wolfe is too his feet quickly, and Reed has pulled himself up by the ropes. Wolfe charges at Reid, and Reid catches him coming in and back drops Wolfe over the top rope, and Wolfe crashes down onto the casket, with his back bending hard over the casket.

Aiello: Did you see how Luke Wolfe's back bent?

Sydney: Somewhere in Montreal right now a chiropractor just put a down payment on a new house after seeing that.

Amsler: It doesn't matter how bad that hurt, Luke Wolfe won't stay down.

Reid gives an evil smile at the sight of Wolfe holding his back in pain on the floor. Reid then notices Annabelle is getting to her feet though. Annabelle has pulled herself into the corner, but Reid charges in and nails her with a face wash kick. Reid doesn't stop their though and follows up by running off the ropea and hitting X-Treme Air (cartwheel into a back hand round off over the top rope corkscrew dive on his opponent) on Wolfe on the outside.

Reid gets to his feet and sees Dupree is back up. Reid tells Dupree to get the bag and Dupree nods her head with an evil smile on her face. Reid moves to the casket and opens the lid as Dupree brings the bag over. Reid signals to dump it in the casket, and Dupree turns the bag upside down dumping thousands of thumbtacks into the casket, which gets a rise from the crowd.

Reid turns his attention back to Wolfe and Dupree turns her attention back to Annabelle. Dupree grabs Annabelle and starts lifting her up, but Annabelle reaches up grabbing Dupree by the hair and drops down with a jaw breaker. Dupree staggers back holding her jaw, and Annabelle gets to her feet. Annabelle steps forward and nails a bicycle super kick on Dupree that sends Dupree flipping over the top rope and landing in the tacks in the coffin.

Aiello: NIKKI DUPREE TASTES THE TACKS AND IS IN THE COFFIN!!!

Sydney: Why would you put thumbtacks in a casket?

Amsler: Why not?

Reid turns around and sees Dupree in the casket and freaks out, sliding into the ring and going after Annabelle. Annabelle sees him coming and goes for a bicycle super kick on Reid, but Reid sidesteps and goes for a Pele kick, but Annabelle side steps and Reid lands flat on his face. Annabelle goes for a standing Moonsault, but Reid quickly rolls over and catches Annabelle as she comes down in the X'ed Out (Hell's Gate triangle choke).

Reid pulls the hold tighter as Annabelle fights hard, but begins to fade due to the lack of oxygen. Annabelle appears to be out of if and Reid is mocking her and yelling at her when Luke Wolfe comes flying off the top rope with a 450 splash onto Reid.

The crowd goes crazy for Wolfe as he nails the splash breaking up Reid’s hold. Wolfe immediately mounts Reid and starts hammering away with ground and pound hammer fist. Wolfe connects with some good and hard blows and bust the left eyebrow of Xavier Reid open, causing blood to flow and splatter.

Aiello: Luke Wolfe has busted Xavier Reed open with those vicious shots.

Sydney: I'm surprised it took that long for someone to start bleeding in this one.

Amsler: I don't know how many more shots like that Xavier Reed is going to be able to take.

Wolfe lands another hard hammerfist and prepares for another one when Dupree slams a steel chair across the already hurt back of Wolfe. Wolfe arches up in pain and Dupree seizes the moment with a viscous chair shot to the head.

Wolfe falls to the mat but that doesn't stop Dupree, who screams like a mad woman and continues with chair shots to the body of both Wolfe and Annabelle. Reid pulls himself to his feet by the ropes and wipes the blood out of his eye. Reid and Dupree continue there brutal beatdown of Wolfe and Annabelle using stiff blows.

Finally, after a brutal beat down, Reid pulls Wolfe over to the casket and has Wolfe on his knees. Reid points at the casket and yells "this is your f*ckin funeral" at Wolfe. Reid wipes the blood off of his own face and then open hand slaps Wolfe with his bloody hand.

Sydney: It sounds like Xavier Reid wants to finish this one!

Reid hoists Wolfe onto his shoulders in the air on the ring apron, before he can drop him in the casket Wolfe elbows Reid in the jaw three times causing Reid to drop Wolfe on his feet. The two superstars are now trading stiff elbow and forearm blows on the ring apron.

Meanwhile inside the ring Annabelle gets to her feet as Dupree comes at her swinging the chair wild, but Annabelle dives out of the way and the chair inadvertently smashes into the side of Reid’s head as he collapses from the ring apron and into the casket. Dupree has a shocked looked on her face, while Wolfs seeing what’s happened has a big grin on his. Before Dupree has time to react Annabelle has collected a kendo stick from underneath the ring, and she smashes it against the back of Dupree’s head. Dupree flops onto the ring ropes, as Wolfe suplexs him over and onto the apron, as he does this he brings a knee up, smashing her in the face, before he lets her fall into casket on top of Reid.

A majority of the crowd seem to cheer as Wolfe and Annabelle both grab a side of the casket lid each and at the same time with sick smiles on there faces they close the casket.

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winners LUKE WOLFE and ANNABELLE!!!

As the bell rings Wolfe doesn’t seem to be finished, he goes underneath the ring and pulls out a long steel chain. Wolfe and Annabelle tie the chain around the casket, locking Xavier Reid and Nikki Dupree in the casket with no way out. Wolfe, with a sadistic look his his face, pushes the casket over with Reid and Dupree inside it, as it crashes onto the floor.

Aiello: Oh come on Luke Wolfe and Annabelle have won the match... is this really necessary?

Sydney: I guess in the Wolfe’s minds this is an eye for an eye. This is retribution for everything Reid and Dupree has done to them!

A few more officials and referees attempt to stop Wolfe and Annabelle as they produce a coupe of lead pipes from underneath the ring apron and they then begin to bash the casket in.

Amsler: This is sick, they are going to kill Xavier and Nikki! I know they’ve made the Wolfe’s life’s hell but this is going to far.

Sydney: Are you stupid? This is Luke Wolfe and Annabelle we are talking about and this is bad blood right here. This match was never going to end any other way than with someone getting hurt bad.

Aiello: While the officials try and restore order and get Xavier Reid and Nikki Dupree some medical attention out here we will go to a commercial break... but don’t go anyway because up next... it’s the one you’ve all been waiting for. It’s main event Insanity Cage time.

The medical staff and officials try and get the dented and caved in casket open as the camera shows Luke Wolfe and Annabelle looking pleased with themselves at the top of the ramp before we cut to...

We fade into scene with EWC legendary backstage interviewer, Ace Heart. Ace smirks as he's given the signal to begin

Ace Heart: Pretending to be startled Oh .. I didn't see you there .. Ladies and Gentleman, tonight has been a night of extraordinary talent. We have witnessed the creme de la creme on who "gets next". Yes, as one contender was named after the next here tonight .. we inched ever closer to the match this night has been named after.

Eight Champions in the EWC, all chasing down one man and one Championship. The EWC Undisputed Championship. Ace King is the man to beat tonight, and he will do whatever he can to hold onto the prize he has dreamt of attaining his entire life. While Ace plays a game of defense, he has a pack of wild Champions out to devour his soul.

Nine men and women. A gigantically terrifying three layered cage. One spectacular Championship.

The EWC Undisputed Championship also known as the greatest accomplishment in all of Wrestling. Or what I like to call the "Holy Mother of Fucking Awesomeness Championship". Trademark pending on that. You can't use it though. So don't. I am making a t-shirt right now, but I'm having some issues with my VistaPrint account.

Anyways .. the Undisputed Championship is the Championship everyone wants a shot at, dreams of having their name engraved on and desires to wear around their waist. Eight of our Champions will be trying to unseat Ace King, our newest EWC Undisputed Champion.

Earlier tonight I was able to meet with each of the Nine Champions. I asked each of them the same question .. What would it mean to them, to win this match .. to become the NEW EWC Undisputed Champion .. to be named the Extreme Wrestling Champion .. ultimately .. to have earned the right to be called Undisputed. Here is what they had to say

ROBBIE RAYDER

Last year, I watched Candy talk about her Moment before this match. I sat right beside of the camera, wondering if she could the Unthinkable. And she did.

This year, I sit here telling you about My Moment, as she sits right where I was. It's a privilege to be a part of such a match. This may be my only shot ever at the Undisputed Championship. But if one Rayder can do the Unthinkable, so can another.

It's all on the line. And I'm going to give it my all. And I will.

CYRUS BLACK

“You want to know what it would mean to me to win this main event and capture the most prestigious championship in all of professional wrestling? Shadow man... Big Mac... Memphis Reigns... Xplode... Ashton Drake... now imagine my name in amongst all of those legends. That’s what I dream of every night, but it won’t be a dream for much longer. Tonight when that cage door locks behind me I’ll show the entire world exactly what being the Undisputed champion means to me.”

JFS

"What would it mean to me to win the EWC Undisputed Championship? To prove to myself and everyone else that I belong. That I belong in professional wrestling, in the EWC, and in the main event. To say that 'I made it.' For every person out there that is struggling, and for myself and everything that I have went through on this journey. To be included in the match is one thing, but to win? That's what the Unlikeliest of dreams are made of."

KILLJOY ITO

The camera cuts to ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love standing in front of Killjoy Ito

Love: What would it mean to Killjoy to walk out of the Insanity Cage tonight as the Undisputed Champion?

Tommy looks back at Killjoy

Love: It would make all the sacrifices him and his family made to get him here worth it, the odds were never in his favor that he would make it out of the dojo...there were more talented students, bigger students, faster students but they didn’t want it as much as Killjoy...sort of like tonight, he steps into that cage knowing he’s not the favorite...he’s not the strongest or the fastest but he wants it more...he needs it more... it would validate the years this man gave away to get to this point and make him the ONE TRUE ACE of the EWC…

Tommy smiles as Killjoy looks into the camera

Ito: Tonight I leave no doubt...that I am THE UNDISPUTED CHAMPION OF THE EWC

SCORPIO

“Winning this main event, winning the Undisputed Championship, that… oh god… that means everything to me. Nine years ago I was on top of the world in another promotion, and honestly, nine years is a hell of a long time to be without the top belt. It’s time that changed. It’s time the EWC had a fabulous Undisputed Champion, it’s time the EWC had a rainbow flag-flying, high heel-wearing, absolute Queen of a leader – and I’d say I’m the perfect candidate. I won’t lie, the Insanity Cage is imposing as hell, and the eight others in this match bring it week after week after week… but this is my shot, my chance, my moment…” 

A smile develops over the S-Factor’s ruby red lips, a glint in his emerald green eyes.

“Holding the EWC Undisputed Championship, defeating eight of the very best in this company, would be one of the proudest achievements of my life. I’m going into that Insanity Cage with determination, resilience, adapted Christian Louboutins, and all the sass in the world. I have a winning formula. I have what it takes. EWC… I swear to you… I will make you proud.”

He pulls a vogue pose and pouts for the camera, winking, before bowing to the camera like an actor taking in the applause.

GEORGIE NICKLES

The REAL Rebel Child Georgie Nickles is seen sitting in her locker room, being caught in the act of taping up her hands.

Georgie Nickles: What...does winning the coveted Undisputed Championship mean to me....

She pauses in her movements, glancing down to her hands and then back up towards the camera.

Georgie Nickles: I guess people are expecting me to say that it somehow proves that I am the big shit, the top dog.. The best of the best that this company has to offer...

Nodding her head a little bit, she then shook it slowly.

Georgie Nickles: No. That's not it at all. Because see, it isn't what that title should mean to me, but what it means to all of the fans of this sport, every single one of the, because it's THEIR title, THEIR prestige. I'd just be the lucky one..the honored one to carry it.

Georgie tears off the tape and smooths it down as she sits forward.

Georgie Nickles: I've said it before, and I will say it again, I will say it until there is no longer air in my lungs. The title doesn't make the person, the person makes the title, and that title is every single wrestling fan that tunes in, that cheers us on. If I were to somehow manage to win this... It means that I will work endlessly, I will defend it without falter or fail. It means that I will be the sort of champion that Ace King is, and I will work ten times harder because I have been entrusted with something so grandiose, and huge.

Georgie slowly stands up, rolling her shoulders.

Georgie Nickles: But.. if somehow I don't win? That doesn't mean I am going to go crawl into some hole somewhere and die, or become some jaded little bitter pill. Win or lose, I will always be the Rabble Rouser, the Rebel Child. And someone who is proud to bleed for EWC...and for Rampage.

STEPHANIE MATSUDA

Winning the EWC Undisputed Championship would be the endgame to the sacrifices that I've made for this business. It would be a sign of how far I've come and how much was achieved along the road to success. It's a capstone, but also a halfway point. If I walk out of Montreal as a double champ, I'll have to defend it alongside the X-Division Championship. That will be the challenge that defines my career, even more so than winning it inside the Insanity Cage, which is a task in itself. A task that I'm prepared to lay everything on the line for. Win or lose, nothing will be the same after Monday night. 

ACE KING

It's no secret that being the Undisputed Champion means a lot to me. Though it's something you dream of one day becoming through those long hours of training and sacrifice, the reality is so much sweeter than anyone could imagine, because it means the ups and downs were all worth it.

There were times where I thought I'd never get to this position, but I had to stick with it when times were tough, and now that I'm here, I will be damned if I let all the stuff I've gone through amount to one month at the top.

I know what the Insanity Cage can do to people, because I've lived it. The other Champions are all strong competitors who have put themselves through Hell to get here, but the Insanity Cage is an entirely different animal. I fully understand I have nine opponents tonight, including the Cage, but this isn't just another match for me.

This is my chance to show how deep an appreciation I have for the Undisputed Championship's lineage, so anyone who wants to take this from me... They'd best have a body bag on standby, because I'm not ready to let go.

KYLE GAUTIER

From the moment I stepped foot into the EWC, I didn't fit in. I was too inexperienced, too nice, too odd to ever make it in this business. I thought, perhaps if I behaved a certain way or created a certain wave of support, I could change the way of thinking about me. My original theme music was called 'The Pretender,' if that tells you anything.

And then I snapped and got defiantly sassy. I was handed a nice six months suspension to sort out my feelings send thoughts on the matter. And with that soul searching came this realization...

I don't need to change anything about who out what I am as a person to be successful.

Taking possession of that belt will mean a lot to me because I did it without compromising one thing about myself. But more importantly, it will mean more to any child told they don't fit in. Any kid in foster care who feels neglected because they don't behave or do things in a certain way.

North American Kyle has already proved that the only thing you need to change is what people' perception of a champion is. Undisputed Kyle will cement it from now until the end.

And at the end of the night, when it's all said and done, I will still be the champion. I will be your champion.

We return to Ace Heart at his desk, for one final address before sending us to the Main Event

Ace Heart: I want to thank our nine Champions for taking the time to sit down with me today. I will tell you .. they all looked and sounded focused. You could tell they are each hungry for their very own reasons. No matter who wins this match tonight .. we can be assured that we will be entertained as these nine men and women pour out everything they have inside them. This match has no favorite. All of them walk in as underdogs. This match is unlike any other. Every one of them is a Champion. Every one of them has earned this moment. Every one of them should be proud to reach this moment right now.

So I say to these Nine Champions .. you are what the locker room aspires to be. You are all legends, and you will all be treated as such. Good luck to all nine of you .. for tonight you all enter as Champions .. but only one of you will leave here tonight having earned the name and title .. Undisputed

The scene fades with Ace Heart giving a thumbs up to the champions

EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP
ALL CHAMPIONS
9 PERSON INSANITY CAGE MATCH
EVERY CHAMPION UNDER THE EWC UMBRELLA WILL FACE-OFF IN THE MAIN EVENT
THE WINNER WILL TRULY BE .. THE EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION
Ace King
Cyrus Black
Stephanie Matsuda
Robbie Rayder
Killjoy Ito
Kyle Gautier
JFS
Scorpio
Georgie Nickles

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Transition In ---

We return to ringside where the crowd is in a quiet hush as the Triple Tiered Insanity Cage is secured into place. The EWC crew stand around the ring and along the entrance aisle with specially wrapped tables ready to be placed. Lacey Savage is spotted at ringside just behind one of the Ring Crew.

Aiello: We are just moments away from our Main Event here at Night of Champions and I must say… I am in complete awe of this structure.

Sydney: And to hear that the EWC crew has made significant ‘Upgrades’ to what everyone thought was the most violent and destructive arrangement for a single match, even gives me the creeps.

Amsler: It’s like they said: What can we do to make this even more in-freakin-sane than it was last year? Just take a look at some of the weapons in the Second tier.

Aiello: I can’t see all of them from here but I do see a ladder, a chair, a baseball bat that looks very similar to Georgie’s special lead-filled special, a bowling ball bag, a portable television, a hair dryer, a tennis racket, a chainsaw...

Sydney: Did you say... a Chainsaw? What? A mother-f’n chainsaw?!?

Amsler: For those of you scoring at home - on your Announcer Bingo Cards, place a Dot on the Obscure Musical Lyric Reference, thanks to Cid.

Aiello: The structure has also been retrofitted so each ‘wall’ of the cage is actually made up of three pieces, with twelve pieces making up the outside frame of the cage. Each of the floors/roofs have been made with trap doors in two of the four corners. That will allow the nine to get from Tier to Tier, including to the top of the third cage. The second and third tiers also have ‘floors’ on them to improve the footing from last year.

Sydney: That is good for the grip but going to be even more painful when you land on it. A regular ring has a little bit of give. Those floors have zero give. It would be like falling on the concrete in front of us.

Amsler: Maybe we should test out that theory, spike Joe with a piledriver before the match. Then we can have some real commentary

The lights go down as a single spotlight shines on Nina Dobrev at ringside.

Dobrev: The following match is the Insanity Cage match for the Undisputed Championship!

‘Champion’ by Fall Out Boy plays as flames appear from the roof of each tier of the cage, then slowly die down. A few places along the fence are still burning and a small amount of smoke emanates from the metal as well as some of the items.



Dobrev: First, weighing in at 235 pounds, The United States and current Undisputed Champion ... ACE KING!

Ace King rises from a platform through the smoke of the pyro and into the spotlights, soaking in the ovation with his championships draped over each shoulder. 'The Gambler' stays on a knee, looking at each for a few seconds. He takes a deep breath and walks to the ring, calmly interacting with fans all the way down the ramp.

He stops for a couple seconds at the end of the ramp, as the referee holds his hands out. Ace hands him the US title then holds the Undisputed Title for an extra second. He then hands him the title and climbs up the steps and into the ring. He drops onto one knee and stares out into the crowd before getting to his feet and hoisting his hands in the air. He glares at the doorway of the cage.



Dobrev: Next, weighing in at 230 pounds, the International Champion ... CYRUS BLACK!

The silhouette of a man moves into the spotlight, arms raised above his head as Cyrus Black starts to clap. He continues clapping as he merrily skips from one side of the entrance ramp to the other, looking out at the sea of fans, goading them to clap along with him. Cyrus makes his way down the entrance ramp with the International Championship around his waist, he engages with fans along the way, dishing out high fives and hugs as he jives his way to the ring. Stopping at the doorway, he hands the International Title to the referee then climbs up the steps. He slowly steps into the ring then casually leans against the ropes, with a cheesy grin on his face.

Dobrev: Next, weighing in at 132 pounds, the X-Division Champion ... STEPHANIE MATSUDA!

Stephanie Matsuda walks out dressed in her signature black fitted cap and a bandanna around her face. She has the EWC X-Division Championship around her waist. Matsuda walks on stage and crouches low, getting ready for her match. Monica Vaughan walks out behind her and points at Stephanie. . The two walk down the aisle, eyes fixated on the ring. At the end of the aisle, Monica steps to the side near the announce position. Matsuda hands the X Division Title to the ref then throws her hat into the crowd. She slides into the ring through the doorway then climbs the nearest turnbuckle, pulls down her bandanna and stares into the crowd.

Dobrev: Next, weighing in at 225 pounds, the FSW Champion ... ROBBIE RAYDER!

Robbie Rayder, wearing long purple tights and black boots, walks out and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to his lips. Rayder taps the title around his waist then looks out at the crowd as he walks half way down towards the ring then reaches the apron. He hands the FSW Title over to the ref then steps through the ropes then goes to the far side. He eyes Ace, Cyrus and Stephanie then looks out to the crowd with a hand held high.


Dobrev: Next, weighing in at 235 pounds, the Indy Champion ... KILLJOY ITO!

Killjoy and ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love walks out onto the stage, his custom tennis racket in the air. Tommy points to the Indy Championship around 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. Tommy threatens the referee with it then Killjoy stretches out his arms and tilts his head back and soaks in the cheers from the fans before removing his jacket. Tommy unhooks the championship and holds it up into the air. Killjoy taps the Undisputed Title as Tommy hands the Indy Title to the ref. Killjoy slowly climbs into the ring while Tommy stands ringside near the announce position.


Dobrev: Next, weighing in at 195 pounds, the North American Champion ... KYLE GAUTIER!

Gautier walks out, sees the crowd and starts for the ring with a smirky look on his face, giving a bunch of high-fives but missing out on the down-lows, mostly because he's too slow. Walking directly to the ring, he enters it by walking up the ring steps. Just before he gets in, he walks back down the steps and hands the title to the ref. As he climbs into the ring, he points to the crowd and covers his heart to show that's where they live.


Dobrev: Next, weighing in at 220 pounds, the Television Champion ... JORDAN FREAKIN' SHARPE!

The pro-Canadian crowd cheers a little louder as JFS walks down the aisle, the Television title on his shoulder. He’s focused on the ring and doesn’t pay much attention to anyone along the aisle. He looks at the ref then at the Undisputed Title. He smirks then hands the Television to the Ref. JFS slowly climbs into the ring and looks around at the cage.



Dobrev: And finally, weighing in at combined 342 pounds, the Tag Team Champions ... GEORGIE NICKLES… SCORPIO….. THIS IS REBELLE!

Crème de la Crème steps out, dressed in a sequinned and bejewelled army general's outfit, and carrying a flag with the raised fist of the revolution on one side and the rainbow of LGBTQ+ pride on the other. Georgie Nickles and Scorpio step out, flanking Crème. The pair salute to one another before Scorpio struts down the ramp like a catwalk model and Nickles slaps hands with some of the fans. The trio stops at the entrance of the cage. Scorpio throws a vogue-like pose as Nickles folds her arms staring down the camera lens. Behind them Crème de la Crème waves the ReBelle flag with vigour. Georgie and Scorpio hand their titles to the ref then climb into the ring. The Nine all look at each other as Crème de la Crème steps to the side and sites between Tommy and Monica at ringside.


Aiello: It’s electric here in the Bell Centre as the talking is all done. The time has come to crown an Undisputed….

The crowd gasps as a fire breaks out on one of the weapons on the second tier. The chainsaw is ablaze as some of the ring crew retrieve a fire extinguisher.

Amsler: Come on, Cid, give us another Bingo card mark-inducing blurb.

The door to the cage opens as Cyrus takes the fire extinguisher from the crew member. Kyle takes the break to step outside and grab a cooler from ringside. Crème de la Crème carefully passes a spritzer bottle to Scorpio and a small spray bottle to Georgie through the fencing. Robbie climbs up on the turnbuckle and pulls down the trap door rope, opening the floor to the second level. JFS leans against the ropes as Stephanie and Killjoy take a moment to point at Tommy and Monica. Kyle climbs back into the ring hands out drinks to the others. Ace stands in the middle of the ring simply shaking his head as Cyrus climbs up the rope ladder to the second level and sprays the burning chainsaw with the fire extinguisher to a pop from the crowd.

Sydney: I’m sure no one expected an intermission before the match even gets started but here we are.

Cyrus climbs back down and Ace yells at him as the crew member closes the door to the cage. He points at the trap door then taps Cyrus on the shoulder forcefully. Cyrus sprays Ace with the Fire Extinguisher to a big pop.

Aiello: Here we go!!!

DING DING DING

Ace turns around, sputtering from the extinguisher foam, facing Stephanie. She spits Green Mist into the face of Ace, who blocks it partially. Killjoy sprays Yellow Mist into Ace’s face as well. The crowd pops as Ace swings wildly, stumbling towards Georgie and Scorpio. The two use their spritzer bottles and spray Ace in the face. He circles around and Robbie throws the contents from a juice bottle into Ace’s face. Ace’s eyes widen as JFS walks up and chucks the remnants of his Sunny D into the face of the US Champ. Kyle laughs as Ace screams out. He starts as Kyle who tosses the open cooler up into the air. Ace instinctively catches the cooler but the ice and water from the cooler, splash into the face of Ace.

Amsler: Hashtag All Mist Ace finally gets to be reality! Trend that bitch baby!

The crowd pops as Cyrus blows Ace a kiss then hits a high dropkick. Ace falls to the mat as Georgie and Scorpio charge at Robbie, hitting him with a double clothesline. Stephanie tries to whip Killjoy into the turnbuckle, but he reverses it, sending her into the turnbuckle. JFS stands nearby but doesn’t move to engage anyone. Kyle looks around and starts to climb the fencing, but yelps as his hand touches a piece of barbed wire. Ace gets back to his feet as Cyrus measures him for a running knee. Cyrus goes for the knee but Ace counters with a drop toe hold, driving Cyrus into the cooler on the mat.

The crowd groans as Cyrus holds the right side of his face. Rebelle pick up Robbie. Robbie lands rights and lefts, trying to fight the two off. Scorpio and Georgie stagger backwards as Robbie runs to the far ropes. He goes for a spin kick but Georgie ducks under the high kick. Scorpio counters with a kick to the gut, then Rebelle work into their ‘Bitch Please’ Kicking Combo. The crowd pops as Robbie staggers for a second then crumples to the mat.

Killjoy starts to climb onto Stephanie for a mounted ten punch but then pulls the other trap door cord to the second level. He stomps on her shoulder as he tries to climb up the ladder to the second level. Stephanie stumbles forwards and dodges the Freakin Boot from JFS. She runs and hits a cross body block on Rebelle, sending both to the mat. JFS looks up as Killjoy tries to climb up the ladder. JFS grabs the legs of Killjoy and pulls his down, then plants him with an ‘Ode to Milo’ Sitout Powerbomb

Sydney: There’s action all over the place, so if we go silent, we’re just in awe like the rest of you are. It’s fast and furious as everyone goes for the second level.

Amsler: YES! Box Office Blockbuster Movie Reference on the Bingo card!

Ace stands up and pulls Stephanie to her feet. He lands a couple shoot kicks, but goes for a right hand. JFS grabs the right hand, counters Ace and goes for the Sharpeknife Facebuster but Scorpio pops up and tries the AGR (Cutter). Stephanie grabs a handful of hair, stopping Scorpio. Georgie spins Stephanie around as Robbie and Killjoy slowly stagger up to their feet. A ‘Caw’ is heard as Kyle holds onto the side of the cage, his hands bloodied from the barbwire. Everyone looks up and Kyle jumps off with a trust fall senton. Cyrus, Georgie and Scorpio push themselves away as Kyle lands on the other five competitors, dropping all of them to the mat!

Aiello: Are you kidding me!!!

Cyrus scrambles and heads to the turnbuckle as Scorpio and Georgie check on each other. Cyrus climbs up to the second level with the rope ladder. The ring crew begin placing tables around the ring as Georgie and Scorpio give chase. Cyrus looks over the second level as an arcing current of electricity sparks up four spotlights in the second level, making the area blindingly bright. The crew are also placing tables down the aisleway, ‘plugging’ each table into a cord along the edge of the guard rails. Monica, Crème de la Crème and Tommy all look at each other as the Ref ‘plugs’ the cord into an outlet near the doorway.

Aiello: They’re placing tables down the aisle too? Are they expecting someone to be tossed that far?

Sydney: Trajectory perhaps. And before you say anything, Sandra, I will check and see how far YOU can be thrown, if you push me to it.

Amsler: I was just.. Um… going to mention that… distance and accuracy may come into play for whoever falls from the third cage.

Cyrus holds his hands out in front of his face as the light blinds him. Georgie and Scorpio make their way to the second level on the other side of the cage. Kyle gets to his feet as does Ace and JFS. The three look around as Stephanie, Robbie and Killjoy remain on the mat. Ace shoves Kyle out of the way as he runs towards the turnbuckle. Killjoy stumbles to the turnbuckle. Cyrus grabs a pool cue from off the 2nd cage wall and throws it at one of the bright lights. The lightbulb shatters and the lighting dims slightly. Cyrus turns to grab another weapon but sees Scorpio holds Vidal in his hand.

Aiello: He’s got his signature hairdryer!

Scorpio smashes Cyrus in the face with the side of the hairdryer. Georgie charges from the blind side. Scorpio steps to the side as Georgie hits a running double knee into the back of Cyrus. He smashes against the wall of the second cage. The crowd is shocked as the top of the wall shifts slightly outward.

Sydney: Oh Crap. That’s not good. But they built the cages to within a separation so that the entire structure doesn’t fall.

Ace and JFS climb up into the second tier and keep their hands up shading their eyes. Kyle appears in the second tier, but stays just under one of the blinding lights in the corner. Stephanie and Killjoy make their way to the rope ladders as Robbie looks around. He sees everyone up on the second level then runs over to the cage door. He kicks at the door handle, trying to damage the locking mechanism on the door. Georgie charges at Ace but he ducks over a lariat with Rolling Thunder then hits a Shining Wizard on advancing JFS, hitting Jackpot. Scorpio takes the cord of Vidal and loops it around Ace’s throat as he gets to his feet. Ace doesn’t notice the cord but goes after the turning Georgie. Scorpio pulls on the cord, yanking Ace back towards him and delivers the AGR (RKO)

Amsler: HAHA! Scorpio said GET OVER HERE! Dammit! There’s a Mortal Kombat Reference on the Bingo Card and this time it’s my fraggin’ fault!

Kyle continues to hide under the light as Scorpio and Georgie stand face to face. They shrug their shoulders and start trading lefts and rights as Stephanie and Killjoy make their way into the ring. Stephanie grabs the baseball bat off the cage wall and runs at the fighting Rebelle. Georgie grabs Scorpio and drops him with a twist of fate just as Stephanie swings high. She misses the connection as the two fall to the mat. Killjoy goes to the turnbuckle and pulls down the trap door rope, bringing the rope ladder down to the third tier. A siren wails and fills the caged area with directional noise.

Aiello: I can’t hear myself talking with that wailing going on!

Sydney: It must be pure hell for everyone in the match because it is for all of us in the Bell Centre!

Amsler: I thought the insanity was just for them, not us too!!!

Kyle runs over as Killjoy starts to climb. He grabs Killjoy off the rope ladder, puts his knee into the stomach of Killjoy and drops to the mat, landing the Port City Drop. Robbie continues to kick at the door as Stephanie drops the bat, covering her ears. Ace and Cyrus stagger up but are trying to make their way to the other turnbuckle. JFS grabs the portable television off the wall and tosses it at Stephanie, hitting her in the same shoulder that Killjoy stomped on earlier. The siren wails and three of the lights are still blinding the competitors as Ace pulls down the second of the trap door ropes. A second siren begins to wail at a different pitch than the first. JFS looks around and sees an opening where Killjoy was trying to go up. Ace and Cyrus stand on the rope ladder on the other side, trying to shove the other off. Kyle gets to his feet as does Georgie and Scorpio. Georgie grabs the fallen bat from Stephanie as Scorpio grabs Vidal and runs towards JFS. JFS quickly climbs up into the third cage and a spark ignites the tables below. The flames are blue along the tabletops.

Aiello: JFS has entered the third cage and Things just got Real!

The three managers all lean backwards from their seats as the flames begin to circle along all of the tables. A few of the tables ‘flame up’ with orange and yellow flames as JFS walks carefully along the third tier, waiting for someone else to climb into the third tier cage.

Sydney: There’s something very wrong about that third tier mat. Sharpe is having a tough time keeping his balance as if it’s on a boat that’s floating along the waves and not altogether sturdy.

Amsler: But everyone knows it’s not the size of the waves but the motion of the ocean that… never mind.

Aiello: It’s as if the movement of JFS is causing the flames to pulse and flare up. This is unbelievable. The Mad Scientists at EWC are just that … MAD!

Ace shoves Cyrus down the ladder and starts to climb in but JFS stomps his hand as he reaches inside the third tier. The stomp ‘pulses’ the flames on the tables, causing the tables to flare up. Ace steps back down the ladder and Cyrus climbs past him. Cyrus reaches his hand and JFS stomps his hand, flaring the tables once again. Robbie kicks the door one last time, breaking the lock mechanism open to a pop from the crowd. He rips at his pants, tearing off the cuffs at the bottom. He wraps his hands with the torn cuffs and climbs up the outside of the first level, protecting his hands from the barbed wire. Robbie then starts to climb up the second tier, where the cage wall is ajar, trying to get to the third level.

Scorpio and Georgie climbs into the third tier as JFS is distracted by Ace and Cyrus trying to enter. JFS stops his movement but sees the flames pulsing below. He sighs then turns and Georgie clocks him in the ribs with the bat. The crowd pops as JFS falls to the mat on the third tier and the flames flare up. Scorpio and Georgie both have trouble staying on their feet as the weight of JFS causes the ‘floor’ to tilt towards him. They look at each other then look at the third tier trap doors above them. The sirens are still wailing. The lights on the second tier are still blinding Stephanie, Kyle and Killjoy.

Stephanie screams out and grabs a kendo stick from the wall. She runs over and smashes one of the lights then another then finally the last one. The lighting is back to normal on the second tier Kyle taps her on the shoulder and she spins around nearly clocking Kyle with the Kendo stick as well.

Sydney: Talk about knocking someone’s lights out!

Amsler: Really? You went there?

Sydney: Would you rather we talk about Grilled Amsler?

Aiello: Will you Stop!

Amsler: YES! Obscure Wrestling Announcer Reference! BINGO!!

Ace and Cyrus climb one by one into the third tier and stand by JFS. Scorpio and Georgie run towards the two because of the tilted floor. Scorpio falls and lands beside of JFS as Georgie drops to a knee. Ace flips over Georgie, grabbing her on the way through and plants her into the mat with the Wild Card Flip Piledriver. The flames shoot up off the table as Ace lands the move. Killjoy climbs up the rope ladder to the third tier. Robbie tries to climb onto the top of the second cage but it shocked by an electric current along the top. He tries again but get shocked again. Pushing the wall out a little more, he climbs into the second cage instead and gets met with a kendo stick shot from Stephanie.

Cyrus climbs along the side of the cage in the third tier trying to get to the middle of the ring. The mat is near level with JFS and Scorpio on one side and Ace and Georgie on the other. The sirens still wail as Cyrus locates the two speakers. He pulls on the wires and the sirens go silent. The crowd pops as Cyrus holds his hands up but he looks over and sees Killjoy climbing to the top of the third cage. He poses to a huge pop.

Aiello: And we now have the Endgame in play. The first one to send someone from the third tier cage to the tables will be the Undisputed Champion!

Killjoy looks down at Cyrus who slowly climbs up the rope ladder towards the top of the third cage. Scorpio finds his footing and meanders towards the rope as well. Stephanie and Kyle climb up the rope ladders and enter the third cage. They both fall onto Ace as they misjudge their steps and the tilt edges towards them. Scorpio runs and jumps onto the ladder as Killjoy begs Cyrus to come up. Cyrus reaches up and Killjoy lands a right hand. He pulls Cyrus up and tosses him towards the edge. Cyrus hangs on as Killjoy looks down at Scorpio. Scorpio throws Vidal up and hits Killjoy in the face. He stumbles backwards but drops to a knee as Scorpio climbs up onto the third tier roof.

Sydney: Vidal just parted Killjoy’s head open. Crude but Effective!

JFS grimaces in pain but gets to his feet, holding his ribs. Georgie, Ace, and Stephanie try to stand as well. Kyle climbs onto the side of the cage as Robbie climbs up to the third tier. JFS tries to reach for the rope ladder but can’t keep on his feet because of the tilt. Scorpio climbs up onto the third tier then looks down at the flaming tables with wide eyes. Cyrus pulls himself up onto the cage roof and lays on his back as a bloody Killjoy tries to clear the blood from his eyes. Robbie makes his way into the third tier as Kyle tries to climb past him. Robbie grabs Kyle, who shakes his head no.

Robbie nods and hits the Star Destroyer Powerbomb on the high side of the tilted floor. The impact shoots flames up off the tables and launches Stephanie, Georgie and Ace towards the side of Robbie and Kyle. Stephanie and Georgie land on top of JFS, while Ace lands on his feet. He quickly climbs up and makes his way onto the third tier roof. Scorpio looks over at Killjoy and Cyrus but then stomps on Ace’s fingers, trying to keep him below.

Amsler: Three people are standing over 40 feet in the air trying to barbecue someone on a flaming table below. One is trying to join them while five others are lying on a mat that’s tilted to the side nearly 45 degrees. There’s no way I could ever explain this match right now and ever do it justice.

Killjoy gets to his feet and rushes at Scorpio. Scorpio ducks. Killjoy turns around and Cyrus plants him with a running European Uppercut. Killjoy falls to the mat then rolls off onto the second tier cage as Ace climbs up to the top. The crowd is shocked as Killjoy lies on the top of the cage motionless but safely on the top of the second tier. Scorpio and Cyrus stand side by side as Ace looks at them.

Ace charges at Scorpio, who backdrops Ace off the top of the cage. Ace falls but reaches out and grabs the loosened wall of the second tier cage. The wall falls down but stays secure, leaving Ace dangling off of the cage but above the flames.

Aiello: Oh my dear God! First Killjoy then Ace! Both surviving the drops!

Scorpio looks down and looks at Ace dangling. He turns around as Cyrus charges at him. Cyrus hits a Running High Knee to the head of Scorpio. Scorpio falls backwards and lands across two of the tables below.

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, AND NEW EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION THE CARSON CITY KID…. CYRUS BLACK!

The crowd pops as EMT’s rush to check on Scorpio. Cyrus falls to his knees as Stephanie and Georgie look up. Georgie has a look of fear as she then looks down towards Scorpio. Tommy paces back in forth at ringside. Crème de la Crème is holding her face, trying not to cry as she sees Scorpio being attended to by the EMT’s.

Cyrus Black now with the Undisputed EWC Championship in hand is in shock, he just stares at the Championship as he tries to catch his barrings and process what just happened 

Aiello: This was absolutely an unbelievable match. What we all watched right here, this is an instant classic. This will be featured heavily on EWCTV for years and years to come. What Cyrus Black was able to do tonight, to pull off this win .. this is just an incredible moment. For a second year in a row, the Insanity Cage Match determines a new Champion .. but let me say right now .. Ace King gave it his all tonight, its honestly gut wrenching to see his reign come to an end tonight .. but Ace went up against 8 other Champions, in one of the most .. terrifying structures in all of Wrestling .. Ace cannot and should not dwell on this .. and on the flip side .. Cyrus Black .. you truly stand .. Undisputed

Sydney: Yeah I was just going to say .. here you have 9 Champions all vying for the same thing, in a match that was straight out of the StrangleMania playbook. I mean this match is what the EWC is all about. Showcasing the best of the very best .. and the name of the ultimate prize .. Undisputed .. by the very definition that is Cyrus Black right here tonight

Cyrus Black now has both his EWC International Championship and EWC Undisputed Championship .. he celebrates and then is shortly met by Kyle Gautier, and the two hug in this very proud and exciting moment



Amsler: I can't help but mention just how well Scorpio did here tonight. I think he turned a lot of heads and people will remember this moment. This could be a career defining moment. You know, some scoffed at the Tag Team Champions being invited here to this match, and I think Scorpio shut the doubters up. Scorpio was within grasp of being our new Champion tonight and he should be proud, as should his tag team partner Nickles who also had a stellar performance. Not one Champion was off tonight, and clearly all showing why they are a Champion. Ito, Matsuda, Gautier, Nickles, Rayder, JFS, Scorpio and of course King .. all of them had moments tonight that just made you go 'wow' .. and I think that's a true testament to how loaded with talent this roster is. My hat goes off to each Champion here tonight. Cyrus Black .. you earned this moment .. enjoy it .. Mr Undisputed 

As Cryus Black celebrates his momentous victory, the lights go out in the Bell Centre. A purple light illuminates the stage and “Drop the World” by Lil Wayne begins playing.

Aiello: I think we know what this means. And right in the middle of Cyrus Black celebrating one of the greatest moments of his career!

Loydson: Who cares?! The BEST wrestler in the EWC is on his way out!

Aiello: Well, you may think he is the best, but he wasn’t even in this Main Event tonight. So that says a lot.

Dominic Sanders comes out to a loud chorus of boos. Sanders smirks as he stops on top of the ramp and his music fades.

He raises the microphone to his mouth, but can’t get any words out as the crowd begins chanting.

ASS-HOLE!

ASS-HOLE!

ASS-HOLE!

ASS-HOLE!

Sanders shakes his head and begins to speak.

Sanders: Congratulations, Cyrus. You’ve done the damn near impossible! Well, I say ‘damn near’ but, hell, if Candy can do it then really anyone can.

The crowd boos as some of the fans near Sanders begin throwing objects at him. The debris falls at his feet as he looks at it and smirks.

Sanders: But your parade will be short-lived! Because on September 9th at Brawl #544 you WILL put the Undisputed Championship on the line against yours truly. Because I am cashing in my rematch clause!

Aiello: WOW!

Loydson: Hell yeah! Two time Champion comin’ at you!

Sanders: It's time for me to exercise my demons. For whatever reason, I have been unable to beat you, Cyrus. It's time that I change that. So, enjoy your fourteen days of fame. Because when we meet in the ring in Atlanta, Georgia, that Undisputed Championship is coming home.

The crowd continues to boo loudly as Cyrus Black shouts from across the Bell Centre at him.

Sanders: And you can bet on that!

Sanders flips the microphone and “Drop the World” begins playing again. Sanders stares up into the ring at Cyrus Black as he stands at the top of the ramp.

Aiello: I don’t believe it! In fourteen days we will have an Undisputed Championship match! Dominic Sanders and Cyrus Black!

Loydson: It will be one of the greatest Brawl episodes ever!

Aiello: Folks, we are out of time. But you won’t want to miss ANY EWC programming over the next few weeks! To the city of Montreal and the country of Canada, thank you for being gracious hosts .. to all the fans watching at home, thank you for tuning in, and to our new Undisputed EWC Champion .. you earned this .. enjoy this moment .. you are .. Undisputed. Goodnight everybody!

Sanders and Black remain in a stare-off as the crowd continues to boo and we fade to black.

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SEGMENT WRITERS

President Mac
@cyrusblack x 2
Dominic Sanders
Robbie Rayder
Georgie Nickles
Queen Melody x 3
Stephanie Matsuda
Ace King x 2
@ryoichinishimura
_.Candy._
Faith Rivers
Ibuki Ito
JFS
Russ (Scorpio) x 2
Kyle Gautier
Gabrielle Visconty
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: PRIME

MATCH TWO
WRITER: FN'R

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Queen Melody

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Gabrielle Visconty

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton

MATCH SIX
WRITER: @cyrusblack

MATCH SEVEN
WRITER: @cyrusblack

MATCH EIGHT
WRITER: Jackson Krease

MATCH NINE
WRITERS: Solomon Cain  & @cyrusblack

MATCH TEN| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Robbie Rayder

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RECAP OF WINNERS

SINGLES 
Vantia Thompson Vs Fabien Dufrense
WINNER and NEW #1 contender to the EWC TV title: Vanita Thomas

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SINGLES 
S.I.N. Vs Kendrick Kross
WINNER: S.I.N.

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SINGLES MATCH
Richard Garcia Vs Faith Rivers
WINNER and NEW #1 Contender to the Indy Championship: Richard Garcia
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SIX PACK CHALLENGE
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton Vs Jamal "Hush" Jackson Vs Tanja Deveroux Vs Solomon Cain Vs Happy Vs Morgan Alexander
WINNER: Jamal "Hush" Jackson 

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SINGLES MATCH
Mercenary Vs Wes Walker
WINNER and NEW #1 contender to the FSW North American Championship: Mercenary

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SINGLES MATCH 
Morgan Darkwater Vs Dominic Sanders
WINNER: Dominic Sanders

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SINGLES MATCH 
Iggy Swango  Vs Ryoichi Nishimura
WINNER and NEW #1 contender to the International Championship: Iggy Swango 

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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
Damage, Inc Vs The Aristocrats (Melody Malone & Draco Lazarus)
WINNERS and NEW #1 contender to the EWC Tag Team Championships: The Aristocrats

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TAG TEAM CASKET MATCH
Luke Wolfe & Anabelle Vs Xavier Reid & Nikki Dupree
WINNERS: Luke Wolfe & Anabelle

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ALL CHAMPIONS MATCH INSIDE THE INSANITY CAGE
FOR THE UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP 
JFS Vs Killjoy Ito Vs Kyle Gautier Vs Robbie Rayder Vs Stephanie Matsuda Vs Scorpio Vs Georgie Nickels Vs Cyrus Black Vs Ace King ©
WINNER and NEW EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION: Cyrus Black

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Cyrus Black
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: ALL CHAMPIONS MATCH INSIDE THE INSANITY CAGE

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