FSW #97 DALY CITY, CALIFORNIA
May 27, 2020 23:40:50 GMT -6
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Post by PARAMOUNT on May 27, 2020 23:40:50 GMT -6
The screen goes fuzzy before you are presented with a shot outside of the arena. You are looking at aform behind a man wearing a long black trench coat and a pair of shades standing next to another person who is wearing a dress shirt with pants with his hands inside of his pocket. They both were standing in front of the FSW Statues of some of the best from the past of FSW but they were standing in front of the Jason Hunter Statue talking. Once the camera got up closer they realized it was Jason himself along with someone. Jason smiles over at the camera with a bit of a wink.
Jason Hunter: I still don’t think they got my good side if I say so myself.
The man who was with Jason just laughed a bit while Jason placed a hand on his shoulder.
Jason Hunter: Everyone will soon know who this man is. In two months Thunder is making its roaring return. I am hearing things will be changing and the tide will be when Luke “The Joker” along with Luna “Midnight”... better known as F.A.M.I.L.Y will be in a tag team match. We do not know who just yet but I have a feeling whoever it is. They will indeed be ready to take them down.
Luke slowly removes his shades from his face looking into the camera.
Luke Saito: Many people around this block don’t know who I am. I love the fact they don’t because people for years in this business try to base things about someone on facts they know about the person. I don’t. Me. I live in the moment that is happening in front of me. At this moment I will enter into a world that doesn't know who Luke “The Joker” is. This is a world that has crazy sick clowns, The Queen of Candy Land and Monsters who want you to believe they do exist.
Luke then places his shades back on his face with a sick grin on his face moving it to the side.
Luke Saito: Trust me, they do. It's just you never know how they will appear....
Luke looked over at Jason as he walked away from him. Jason turned around looking back at his statue that was standing there with his hands inside of his pockets.
Jason Hunter: People are wondering why am I standing here talking about an event that is only two months away. It is two months away and Jason Hunter is standing here in front of us talking about something that isn’t happening till down the road. That is how you created buzz. This is how you stand there and create excitement for what is about to happen.
Jason turns around and winks at the camera, keeping his hand inside of his pocket as he looks back up into the camera.
Jason Hunter: I stay back and watch how people around here don’t do that much anymore. They are so caught up in trying to figure out what type of gimmick they want to live by. The last time I remember this place isn’t World Wrestling Entertainment the list can go on with companies that are driven by “gimmicks” This is the Extreme Wrestling Corporation. My grandfather/mentor told me a quote I still keep in my heart till this day “Who you are inside of the ring is who you are outside of that ring!
Jason rubs his chin a bit looking back into the camera, rubbing his hand together a bit as he talks.
Jason Hunter: Look at Candy The FSW Champion, she is not living a gimmick, Stitches... he is not living a gimmick... Conner, Nikolai, Mercenary, Ezio, Wes Walker, Jason Rayne, Kyle, Joseph Hall, Jocelyn, Serenity and the list goes on and on. The wrestlers here in FSW aren’t gimmicks but I notice how it is slowly trying to creep in. This so called “Love Club.
Jason laughs a bit as he knows the real reason why they gave themselves that name. He just shook his head and looked into the camera some more.
Jason Hunter: People have to understand something. I do not have beef with Killjoy. Killjoy is one of the best wrestlers here at the best company in the world. His record shows it and one day his statue will be standing right here along this roll with the best of FSW down the road. So, I am not going into this match thinking he is below me or anything. Oh no. It's not that at all.
Jason smirks a bit.
Jason Hunter: I will be up against you, Killjoy but I am just wondering which Killjoy will show up to face me? Will it be the one I know for many years who became part of my kazoku (family). People know when I let you into the circle it means I truly believe I can trust you. My inner circle has always been small. That is the Killjoy I am hoping will show up in our match in two months.
Jason now gets really close to the camera looking very serious.
Jason Hunter: Will the Killjoy I am hoping to see rise from the ashes from this “Love Club” or will the living breathing gimmick Killjoy who is ruled by a baka gaijin (stuiped forgein) show up in two months?
Jason looked very serious when he said those last words while he stepped away from the camera. Luke and Jason go inside of the arena to go watch the show.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents
** THE REVOLUTION RETURNS HOME **
EPISODE #97
EPISODE #97
MAY 27TH, 2020
LIVE! from the Cow Palace - Daly City, California
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.
“Superstar” by For Squirrels begins to blast over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
The scene immediately cuts to a pyro show erupting on the outside of the Cow Palace!
Then a cut to another, equally explosive show on the inside!
Then a cut to another, equally explosive show on the inside!
The fans packing the Cow Palace tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Daly City knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show on Wednesday night is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy riffs from 'Superstar' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.
IT'S ALL I WANT, IT'S ALL I NEED
IT'S ALL I SEE, IT'S ALL I BREATHE
IT'S WHAT I AM, IT'S WHAT'S I KNOW
IT'S WHAT I FEEL, IT'S WHAT I BLEED!
IT'S ALL I SEE, IT'S ALL I BREATHE
IT'S WHAT I AM, IT'S WHAT'S I KNOW
IT'S WHAT I FEEL, IT'S WHAT I BLEED!
On the MacTron, this episode of FSW begins with its opening video montage detailing many of the historic events that have taken place in the five-year history of Future Stars of Wrestling. From past champions like Jason Hunter, Dixie Dubois, Amis Shelton, Magdalena Lockheart, and Otaki all standing underneath an old FSW logo to the more current Future Stars Champions like Xavier Reid, Cletus Franklin, Robina Hood and Robbie Rayder tearing down that mold...
As more pyro goes off the the FSW logo appears and flashes of the roster appear on the screen such as Candy,Mercenary, Jason Rayne, Allen Anderson, Ezio DeLuca and finally Kyle Gautier. Then, the camera cuts to a shot from WrestleFest 2019 with Wes Welker winning the North American championship before fading into a shot of Stitches standing tall over Candy, the FSW title in the air...
The camera pans around the loud and out of control audience. As the fireworks continue to explode, the fans chant and cheer! The atmosphere inside the Cow Palace seemed to be charged with that ten million volts of electricity as described in the song. Cameras pan around the arena to catch some of the signage that many fans have brought to the Cow Palace with them here tonight. The FSW fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:
"I'M JUST HERE FOR THE SWEETS!"
"LOVE CONVENTION ATTENDEE"
"I'M HERE TO SEE THE 46TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES"
"I NEED MY EZIO FIX!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
The lights come back to full and the fans offer one last rousing cheer at the opening festivities. Tonight's announcers are on standby and ready for the show to begin.
Watson: We have headed down that road, and now we are back to this place that we call home. Welcome back to Daly City, folks and WELCOME to Future Stars of Wrestling episode number ninety-seven! We are LIVE! from the historic Cow Palace in Daly City, and what a way to kick things off Cid! JASON HUNTER is here in the house tonight.
Sydney: I am so glad to be back in the good ol' U, S of A! That Mexican tequila was amazing but I needed some real American food again! As for Jason Hunter, if there was a Hall Of Fame for FSW he would be there for sure and to see him back in Daly City is just amazing!
Watson: That's probably the nicest thing you've ever said Cid! That aside though we can't spend too much time dwelling on that, because we have an amazing show for you all tonight! A feud is revived when the big grizzly vet Mercenary takes on Wes Walker one more time. Stitches, void of the FSW title that has been his for so long, is now looking forward to try and take down ACE KING and the X-Division title.
Sydney: And then my boy KillJoy Ito goes to work ON the day that this city has named after him to battle that horrible disgrace of a United States champion, Samantha Hamilton! and speaking of Unites States, the 46th PRESIDENT OF THE GLORIOUS UNITED STATES graces us with his fabulous presence and takes out the trash that is Candy.
Watson: Jesus Cid, when did you turn the sexism up to 11?
Sydney: I'm just telling the trust Tim... Can't take the truth?
Watson: Good God, you drank yourself stupid in Mexico, didn't you?
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The lights in the arena suddenly go black as fans being to pull out their cell phones. "Iconic" by Jaxson Gamble plays over the loud speakers sending the crowd into cheers.
The lights remain off as several spotlights begin to emit through the audience as if searching for somebody. The beat grows more intense with the volume as these spotlights trace the stands thoroughly. The barely lit stands and the bright white search lights are only matched with the camera lights of thousands and thousands of fans. The spotlights all begin to focus on the entrance as the shadow of a man is seen in the middle of strobe lights. The flickering being to find a rhythm and a few shots of fog engulf the figure. A few seconds pass and the figure walks out of the fog as the house lights turn up to expose the figure of Sebastian Conner.
The crowd is excited to see him open the show. He stands atop the stage with a look of disapproval on his face. He knows the crowd is behind him so he takes a pause before throwing his arms out to embrace the crowds energy. He makes his way, sauntering towards the ring.
Once in the ring, Sebastian grabs a microphone and his expression of anger turns to serious.
CROWD IS PUMPED TO HEAR WHAT HE HAS TO SAY
Sebastian Conner:
LADIES
AND
GENTLEMAN
Sebastian pauses before starting his typical catch phrase.
Sebastian Conner: Forgive me, I'm not really in the mood and I have to painfully direct for a moment. My tolerance for bullshit is low and honestly after the month I've had, I'd be lying if I said I was happy to be here tonight.
SOME FANS TAKE INSULT
Sebastian Conner: No offense. You see, I find myself in a position I am not familiar with. Since I first stepped foot in the door, I have NEVER lost two matches consecutively and yet here I am. I'm not happy about it and quite frankly it pisses me off. I could whine and make excuses for myself, but that wouldn't change the outcome. Plain and simple, it is what it is. It's nobody's fault, but my own.
His words are sharp with rasp as he looks dead into the main camera.
Sebastian Conner: Which brings me to Killjoy. There's a part of me that wants to call you out here, but you have enough on your plate. I do know for a fact however that you can hear me. So tonight, I thank you. You helped me more than any twelve step program could have dreamt to. You gave me two back to back matches that pushed me further than I've been pushed in a good minute. You took me to the edge of what I could give and you demanded more. I took THREE, count them, THREE Killshots and it still wasn't enough.
FANS BEGIN CHANTING THAT SHIT WAS AWESOME!
Sebastian Conner: I kept asking myself why and the same reason kept popping up in my head. Now, I won't lie. I left the arena after our match and found myself at some dive bar on the outskirts of Mexico City, where for the first time in over two hundred days, I had a drink in my hand. I thought having a drink would awaken the side of me I was needing to put me back where I wanted to be. The very smell took me back to a couple years ago when I was taking down people like Ace King. Sorry Scorpio, that accomplishment was mine before it was yours, but who's counting right?! Anyways, as I was saying... I had all but put the glass to my lips when something strange happened, I put it down.
He seems to have calmed down a bit as he is slower and more reserved with his delivery.
Sebastian Conner: Easy? Not at all! But it was that moment, I remembered who was in control. ME! It was always me who had control over what I wanted and when I wanted. And what I want is to become the FSW Champion, and trust me I will get it!
FANS GO NUTS
Sebastian Conner: So after flying back home and having spent the last two weeks training harder than I've ever had before, I am here tonight to not only thank you but also to wish you well in your inevitable match against Candy. I hope to see you walk away with the FSW Championship, I really do, because I'm coming for you and it would be that much more if I got to pry that belt from your lifeless fingers when it's all said and done. Pay close attention friend because it won't be the same version of me you got the past two times. I have been working on a whole lot of new tricks and next time, it will be me pushing you to your limit and it will be me breaking you. See you soon!
♪I'LL TAKE IT IF I WANT IT♪
♪MY NAME IS♪
♪ICONIC♪
"Iconic" begins blaring as Sebastian tosses the mic away and throws his hands out as he makes his exit from the ring to the mixture of fan reaction.
6-MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
The Southern Express & Nightcall
VS Mean Girlz & El Gran Azul
Watson: What a statement by the Professional Asshole! It will be interesting to see what he does going forward...Our first contest of the night should be a great one folks! It was supposed to be the Southern Express and Nightcall vs Big McLargehuge and Lunch Time. but unfortunately both Lunch Time and Big could not make it to Daly City in time, so we have upstart tag team The Man Girlz teaming with El Gran Azul instead!
Sydney: Both Southern Express and Lunch Time really impressed me in the tag team tournament Watson, but they fell just short and Diamond Dogs won the entire thing. It would have been great to see them go at it tonight!
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love, from Nashville, Tennessee, Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS! and their partner, from Oceanside California, Nightcall!
The electric guitar kicks in to 'Stranglehold' as the crowd gets to their feet, some of the older females in the crowd start to scream like they did when they were younger as Bunny Love walks out onto the stage and is quickly followed by Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane. Nightcall has a screwed up expression as he absolutely can't stand the theme song, he covers his ears as he keeps pace behind Southern Express. Bunny leads the way as the pair reach out and high five with the fans as they walk to the ring, Bunny marches up the steps and steps through the ropes as Bobby and Jimmy climb up onto the apron and step through the ropes and head to opposite corners, climbing up to the middle turnbuckle to toss out bandannas to the crowd as Bunny stands in the middle of the ring pointing to both Bobby and Jimmy. Nightcall slowly rolls in the ring, still covering his ears and starts talking with the referee.
Starr: And their opponents, the team of The Mean Girlz and El Gran Azzzzzuuuuuullll!!!
The three thrown together competitors make their way to the ring to no reaction whatsoever from the crowd. As they enter, referee Matt Mercer checks them quickly before calling for the bell
DING DING DING
Gretchen nods to Regina and El Gran, and she starts the match. Southern Express both pat Nightcall on the shoulders and step out of the ring. Nightcall runs across the ring and dropkicks Gretchen right in the chest! She staggers back but doesn't fall. Nightcall smacks her with calf kicks then jumps again with a head scissor take down but Gretchen swings him over the top ropes! The crowd reply to that one as Nightcall lands awkwardly on his side and bounces on the padded mats. Gretchen tags Regina who jumps off of the apron with an elbow on the downed Nightcall. She picks him up and rolls him in the ring. This gives Nightcall the chance to tag in Bobby Rose, he runs across the ring and gives Regina a roll up...1....2...Regina barely kicks out! Bobby tags in Jimmy and they give Regina a double dropkick sending her flying into her own corner!Azul reaches down and tags himself in the match, he runs across the ring but they both kick him in the stomach and hit a double snap DDT! Nightcall jumps to the top ropes, springboards into a high moonsault, nailing Azul with Goodnight Moon! Azul rolls out of the ring as Southern Express and Nightcall get the crowds going with claps and foot stomps. Regina Rolls in the ring, she sees what's going on and joins in, stomps her foot on the mat and starts clapping too, letting a loud giggle escape now and then. Nightcall and Southern Express play along with her and clap faster, the crowds are going crazy but El Gran Azul rolls in the ring, he gives the Southern Express a double clothesline from behind then quickly tags in Gretchen. Not knowing who the legal man is, she picks up both Southern Express members, then gives them both a suplex showing great power! They both kip right up! Jimmy gives Gretchen a drop toe hold and Bobby springs off the ropes and elbow drops her in the back. Bobby heads back out of the ring as Jimmy attempt a pin...1...2.. She kicks out! Jimmy stands up and kicks the downed Mean Girl, who pushes Bobby away and she half staggers back to her corner, tagging El Gran Azul.
Watson: Here comes El Gran Azul with fire in his veins!
Azul comes running with a clothesline, but Jimmy ducks! he counters with a superkick, then stomps his foot and claps again, Nightcall calls for the tag, and gets it! Nightcall approaches the woozy El Gran Azul and hits his Mac Stunner Goodnight Kiss! He covers Azul...1... Regina jumps through the ropes but Bobby intercepts him nearby with an armdrag....2.....Gretchen steps through the ropes and runs past Nightcalls cover and wails Bobby with a huge boot sending him flying over the top ropes....3!
DING DING DING
Nightcall immediately starts celebrating with Jimmy as Bobby is knocked out cold outside the ring. They both see their downed partner and slide outside to check on him.
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall...Nightcall and The Southern Express!
Watson: Well that was certainly a wild opening to FSW!
Sydney: The Plastics and the blue guy really did not have much chemistry out there, but they put up the fight that they could!
Watson: Don't go away because we have more EWC action coming right up!
A spotlight shines down on an old padded chair, with only the click of the light turning on echoing the place. Silence otherwise is heard around whatever area this is located. A man walks into the spotlight and immediately sits down on the chair. It’s quickly realized that it’s the face of Brett Kennedy, smiling happily. His hands running through his hair, Kennedy takes a deep breath in, and exhales loudly.
Kennedy: It’s been a hot while since I’ve done one of these things. Let me get my old sea legs back into one of these.
Kennedy rotates his arms around and stretches his neck.
Kennedy: So, yes. I’m back. We all saw that during Uprising. All of you probably saw the rant I made in the ring as well, and I can already guess what the fans, and probably the wrestlers, have had to say about it.
Kennedy puts his hand out, and mocks a mouth with it. He then clears his throat.
Kennedy [Higer-pitched mocking voice]: Oh, he’s just another flash in the pan guy who wants to ‘change’ FSW for his own image. I can’t wait for him to quit again. What a looooooooooser!
Kennedy chuckles and puts his hand down.
Kennedy: You know, I love it when people doubt me, and say that I’m absolutely nothing. That’s when I smack those fuckers right in the face and tell them that they’re wrong. It gives me pleasure in doing that, it really does. So, I’m sitting down on this slightly uncomfortable chair, in this dingy ass place for no other reason than to get your attention.
And, let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t want to go back to fucking Mexico City, and cut this whole thing in front of a bunch of confused ass-hat Mexicans who don’t know the difference between a burrito and a fucking turnbuckle, okay? Of course, I go back to the second worst place, Daly City, but apparently this is the home of FSW. Whatever.
I should probably start with the first question in the room that nobody asked about - No, I’m not linked with that fucker Chris Brock. The best thing he’s done in the full year of management here in FSW is begging me to sign that contract. Also, don’t let that distract you from the fact that he has changed nothing to this show. It’s still a piece of garbage, don’t listen to the bullshit he gives you at the start of Uprising. He’s dead ass lying to your face, and you all eat it up like a fucking Baskin Robbins’ birthday cake. Fuck that guy.
Kennedy puts his arms out wide, and smirks.
Kennedy: Fine me, bitch. I ain’t gonna pay for it.
Now, let’s get to the real business. You guys know why I signed the dotted line at FSW. I made it crystal clear. I’m here to change FSW, make it something that is respected, because nobody gives a flying fuck about this place. You can bring back any former FSW talent back on a show, and nobody else will give a single piece of dog shit about that show. So, you wasted time on bringing that daddy-issues sad sack Jason Hunter back for an appearance just to plug a fucking Thunder show. He’s just gonna go back and cry on his mentor’s grave after he’s done anyways. Fuck that guy, too.
What I will do to this show will make this place relevant again. It’ll make this place something to actually want to take part in, not as some free advertisements for other talents to get themselves over. FSW will become legit, and it NEEDS Brett Kennedy to do that.
Kennedy takes in a deep breath, smelling the environment with his eyes closed. He runs his hands through his short blond hair again, and exhales.
Kennedy: Let’s get one thing out of the way. It’s the bullet point for anyone who wants to pick a fight with me, so let’s hear it from the donkey’s mouth, shall we?
Yes. I did walk out on Rampage this time last year.
This is no fucking secret to anyone, and it can look like I quit on everyone by taking my ball and going home. I didn’t leave on the absolute best of terms.
The scene quickly cuts to Ace King reaching, and grabbing the United States Championship from above the ring, and Kennedy laying down on a broken table. Then it cuts again to segments with Kennedy and Samantha Hamilton, and cuts to two different occasions of Kennedy getting pinned by two members of the Shieldmaidens. The final cut is to a defeated Kennedy, grabbing his travel bag, and leaving the locker room, slamming the door shut very hard, and loudly. The scene cuts back to Kennedy sitting down on the chair, with a smirk coming from the left side of his face.
Kennedy: As if you gave a shit about that anyways. I was only on Rampage for 4 months, and I did next to nothing. Yeah, I had my so-called ‘fifteen minutes’ with Ace King in a ladder match, but even I knew I wasn’t ready. It was becoming clear that the business today was more focused on shiny new objects and interesting ‘personas’ that are more fake than a Kardashian set of tits. I was the only person on Rampage at the time who was real from the start, and nobody appreciated it.
So, I left.
There was no point in me competing in a place that didn’t care for real life people, and only cared about phoney life stories and soap opera tales about living in a ‘tough place at a tough time’. Let me tell you about tough. I had a set of parents that never gave a shit about me since I came out of the womb. I had to fight, claw and scratch my way to get any slight of approval for them. Once I fucked off from them, I got into this business, and clawed my way into relevancy. I fucking even had a girlfriend at one point who betrayed me along the way because she wanted to fucking save face and still take in the money, revealing how much of a fucking fake she is. As a matter of fact -
Everybody in the EWC are a bunch of fakes.
I come back to this place a full fucking year later, and it still hasn’t changed. We still have hokey acts, fake stories, people you see on television that are cool looking in real life, but outside of that television screen, they’re nothing but a pathetic mess. So, this is why I came back. This company needs to be legit again, it needs TO BE REAL AGAIN! There’s nobody that’s real in this company anymore except for Brett Kennedy. I’m the same guy that you see in the ring, and out of the ring. I’m the one that makes you question if I actually think the way I do. And guess what, son?
I ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY THINK THIS WAY ALL THE TIME!
For example, your other asshole. The self-proclaimed ‘Professional’ Asshole in Sebastian Conner. First off, what a fucking oxymoron that is. Any asshole such as myself knows that you can’t be professional about being an asshole. You either are an asshole, or you’re not. And given the fact that you got your ass kicked by a Japanese fuckboy like Killjoy, I can safely say that you’re nowhere near to being an asshole. Yeah, what a return to FSW for you, ya fucking joke. What an asshole does is actually make people in the crowd ask each other if he just said that. And brother, they just give you blank stares. All that you are, Sebastian, is a fake asshole. How about we bring out the real Sebastian Conner next time?
Kennedy slaps his forehead, and pretends as if he had short-term memory.
Kennedy: Oh, jeez. How could I start rambling on if I don’t get at least a few of these sorry sad sacks involved? Let’s go down the roster pool, and find out everyone else’s fake personality.
Let’s start with Happy Ass Gauthier. The man who needs to redeem himself for whatever the fuck he did before, how invigorating! You see that portion on the TV, but in reality he’s nothing but a joke of a man who is flirting with a fake attitude towards you people. You think he really cares about you people? Like I said before, you guys are so stupid and gullible!
Ezio DeLuca, the guy with a, let’s say ‘expressive’ way of life. You’re supposed to tell me that he’s acting all normal just for the hell of it? Hell fucking no! This man is taking advantage of a severely woke culture and getting paydirt from it. Boy, you guys are eating the fuck out of this one, aren’t ya? He doesn’t give any fucks about anything else. It’s another case of a fake person living a fake life.
I could go on and on and on about the current state of the FSW Roster, when in all reality we’re still here BORROWING other people from other shows to get ratings. That’s right, apparently we had to get the big champ, the guy who still has no idea if a float-over is a technical move or a come-on. You talk about excitement bringing in a dude who perfectly embodies what’s wrong with our culture today, just so Brock can get a few extra notches to his ratings tonight. An all woman main event, woo hoo. Can’t wait for their six minute thriller! I think that just further proves my point that FSW is a goddamn joke, and it needs someone like me to fix this.
Kennedy takes in a deep breath, and rubs his temples slowly, as to calm himself down
Kennedy: Alright, so here’s what’s going to happen to FSW in the next couple of months. This guy, Brett Kennedy, right? Yeah, that's me. I am going to show up. I'm going to do what I want, when I want, and however I want to do it. Will I show up tonight? Aside from this piece, no. I’ll let you guys… ‘experience’ the last little bit of mediocrity so you people can feel it. Then, as we turn to the month of June, you guys will see a completely different FSW, an FSW show that has people FROM IT’S OWN SHOW be represented. This will, of course, be a slow change of the show, because there's going to be some dumb fucks who think they're above me and will try to avoid it. But, at this point, boys, it's going to be inevitable. FSW is going to have the RIGHT PEOPLE in the RIGHT POSITION of the show. No more of this woke culture BS, none of the fake people getting their main event spot because of their daddy issues or their convoluted backstories that only people reading Twilight would understand. And more importantly, no more so-called 'wrestlers', these guys who take FSW's time when they are contracted elsewhere and want to get more of that spotlight because their ego needs it for some reason.This is going to be a REAL FSW, with Brett Kennedy leading the charge.
I hope FSW is ready for the World of Kennedy. Looks like it desperately needs it.
Kennedy stands up, flips the middle finger to the camera, then immediately walks off. The camera now focusing on the chair, the scene fades to black.
Steve Lawson and Scrappy Coco are standing in a hallway backstage, engaging in conversation. The two continue on with their conversation until the lights suddenly go out, leaving the hallway in total darkness. Steve and Scrappy go silent in their sudden state of confusion.
After several seconds of silence, a scuffle is heard, sight unseen in the darkness. The din of combat continues for a short period of time, only interrupted by a loud crash. The din picks back up again for several seconds, then comes to a quick end with a resounding thud.
The hallway lights come back on, showing Scrappy Coco lying motionless, next to one of the hallway walls, now with a new dent in it. Scrappy’s mask is lying next to his unconscious body, but he is facing the damaged wall, causing his face to be obscured from view. The camera pans slightly to the right to show Steve Lawson lying on the floor nearby, groaning in pain.
A man wearing an ‘FSW Medical Staff’ t-shirt walks on to the scene and begins treating Steve’s injuries.
Medical Technician: My god, what on Earth happened to you?
Steve winces in pain for a second.
Steve Lawson: He’s back.
Medical Technician: Who is back?
Before Steve Lawson answers, the scene cuts out.
The MacTron shows Ben Superior sitting in his study inside his house in Daly City. He looks at the camera and begins speaking.
Ben: Well, go ahead and thank your lucky stars that you're seeing me right now. Because this show wouldn't be a show without me. I know I should be there kicking some ass like I was supposed to be last week. Unfortunately due to some unforeseen circumstances I couldn't be there giving you the show of your life.
The crowd starts booing Ben and he just nods his head and smiles.
Ben: Yeah yeah, I missed you too guys. Now what happened last week? Let me show you.
The screen fades into black and shows a video footage:
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Ben:Maverick! Hey Chris. Come on out man, you don't have to hide from me, I promise I won't hurt or embarrass you like they all have done every Tuesday night ...
Silence. Ben Superior looks around the silent cemetery.
Ben: Okay Chris, I know everyone thinks you've completely lost it... okay maybe you and I included, but I think that rage you have is a beautiful thing. You just need a bit of guidance, from a wrestler who has dominated the greatest continent in the world. If you can just allow me to take you under my wing, you will be exactly what you were meant to be, a nightmare and a horror to everyone in that roster.
Ben waits quietly for a response from the deranged Chris but gets none.
Ben:No? Alright I will go into the Cow palace and defeat the Dynamic Duo alone, since this is an indication that you are too ashamed to stand in that ring ever again.
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The video feed fades into black and we are back into Ben's study.
Ben:Now after that I knew that I was on my own after that, because I was booked to be tag partners with a man who prefers hiding when the going gets tough and the results are not what he wanted. I went to the Cow Palace ready to fight last episode of FSW, because that is what I do, that is what I am, a fighter. Unfortunately when I got there, the big machine that checks temperature, whatever it is called, became concerned and Brock decided I couldn't wrestle. He decided that I needed to take the test, you know, COVID-19. So now I am here, self-quarantining until I am cleared. But once that is done, you'll better believe I will DOMINATE. Because that is what I do.
Ben Superior gets up from his chair to switch off the camera and we fade into black.
The match concludes and Mika, Harlan and Sebastian exit the ring and walk out the entranceway leading backstage. The scene on camera shifts over to the announcer’s table.
Tim Watson: Folks, Steve Lawson and Scrappy Coco were scheduled to face each other next, however, due to their being jumped at the start of the show, I have been told..
Cid Sydney: Wait just a minute, Tim. It looks like somebody is coming out of the entrance!
‘Hellraiser’ by Blues Saraceno begins to play, causing a brief look of confusion to come across Tim’s face.
Tim Watson: I don’t believe I have heard this entrance music before, Cid.
Cid rifles quickly through a short stack of papers lying on the announcer’s table, then hands one of them to Tim, who glances over it for a few seconds.
Tim Watson: Folks, what we are hearing is ‘Hellraiser’ by Blues Saraceno, but this has got to be some sort of mistake. This is Jason Rayne’s new entrance theme, but he is not supposed to be back from vacation for another month.
Cid Sydney: This is no mistake, Tim! I know the Viper when I see him! The Devil of the X-Division is finally back! Thank God!
Tim Watson: There you have it, folks. Jason Rayne has returned to FSW, and if I were a betting man, I would bet my bottom dollar that he was behind the viscous attack that occurred at the start of the show.
Cid Sydney: I have no doubt about that, Tim. Very few others know how to make a statement and conclude said statement with such a huge exclamation point as the Viper can, and has tonight!
Tim Watson: Speaking of statements , it looks like Rayne is about ready to make another one any second.
The camera shifts to the ring, where Jason Rayne has already made his way down to.
Jason: Surprise, surprise; Jason’s back!
The crowd erupts in boos. Once the crowd dies down again, Jason continues.
Jason: I suspected that my relieving everybody from having to watch what would’ve been the worst matches in the history of this sport - yes, I’m talking about Coco Puff versus...hell, I can’t even recall who the hell his sorry-excuse-of-a-wrestler opponent was going to be - would go unappreciated by all you miserable shit stains that call yourself “fans”.
The crowd boos.
Jason: Boo your hearts out; nobody gives a damn what any of you pukes think. The truth of the matter is that I did the FSW universe a favor, not only by putting the scheduled match in the trash where it belongs, but also just by cutting my vacation short and gracing this glorified shack that you call an “arena” with my presence. Some of you may be wondering why I decided to return early. That’s none of your damn business!
The crowd boos.
Jason: You really want to know? You know what? What the hell; putting those two amateur’s through the wringer put me in a good mood. I am here tonight, instead of at a beach in Cabo, for two reasons.
First off, I noticed that FSW still has the misfortune of having one of the most underwhelming athletes since Leon Spinks as its North American champion. I am speaking - of course - of Wes Walker, the one and only person who is more of a snoozefest to watch than the last person to hold the North American title, the village idiot of FSW - Kyle Gautier. The very fact that Wes has held on to that belt for as long as he has is irrefutable proof that this brand has gone down the toilet. It’s unwatchable! So, the next thing I know, I am on a plane, flying back to the ramshackle town of Daly, ready to put an end to this miserable farce.
As terrible as Walker is as a champion, he is only the secondary reason for why I would ever waste even a second of my time in this ketchup-stain-on-the-map that’s called Daly City. The number one reason why I am standing here tonight is that the X-Division has finally come to FSW; something that I have been waiting to happen since I first signed my contract.
I am making it known, right here, right now - in no uncertain terms - that I am coming for either or both of those belts, and anyone addle-brained enough to try and stand in the path of this predator will soon find themselves extinct.
Jason Drops the mic as we cut back to the announce table, where Tim Watson and Cid Sydney are standing by.
SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH
Mercenary
VS Wes Walker
Watson: Boy oh boy, Cid. FSW #97 is stacked to the ceiling with big matches and big personalities. We just heard from the returning Jason Rayne, his sights set squarely on the North American champion, We've also heard from a returning Ben Superior AND Brett Kennedy, who's also seeming to have sights on the longest reigning current champion in the EWC. The Mercenary came out of the gate in 2020 with guns blazing and Walker has been able to defend his title with a strong sense of purpose and passion.
Sydney: You’re damn right about The Mercenary, Watson. He’s not only a tough as shit S-O-B with scores to settle, but he’s shown that 2020 is not just for these newbs and fly-by-night wannabes.
Watson: When did you learn the word, newbs?
Sydney: My daughter Abigail still calls you a newb, Watson. So go p0wn yourself and let’s get this action underway.
”Meet The Monster” by Five Finger Death Punch blasts throughout the building. A flashing red strobe lights the stage as the rest of the room goes dark.
Starr: The following is a non-title match scheduled for one fall. And now... hailing from West Oakland, California… It is time to meet the monster that you all have helped create. He is the EWC Outlaw. He is... THE MERCENARY!
Mercenary walks into the flashing red light. His face is hidden behind a hard plastic tactical mask decorated with The Punisher's skull logo. He is stiff... hard... Frankenstein's deadly creation come to life. He crosses both arms, gloved fists clenched, across his chest under his chin. The pose resembles a skull and crossbones. To either side of him the stage explodes in motes of smoke and flame.
Removing the mask he stalks towards the ring at a steady pace filled with menace and a deadly purpose. Stepping between the ropes he walks to the corner and throws a few shadow punch combos at the turnbuckle before turning with his back to the corner, his arms crossed across his chest to glower in his opponent's direction and wait for the bell to give him the sign to come out swinging.
Starr: And his opponent, from Galway, Ireland... weighing in at 185 pounds... The North American Champion… WES WALKER!
Pyros hit and "Perfection Through Silence" by Finch begins to play. Wes Walker comes from behind the curtain with the North American Title over his shoulder. He raises it up above his head with one hand and the crowd goes wild. He bows his head and takes in the cheers. Wes puts the title back over his shoulder and walks down the aisle into the ring. He and the title slide under the bottom rope in a quick motion. He passes the title off to the referee after raising it one more time in the middle of the ring.
DING DING DING
Both men step forward and size each other up. The Mercenary has the obvious height and weight advantage, but the focused Walker is in no way backing down. He stands there. Stoic. Goading The Mercenary into striking first silently. The crowd starts to get behind Walker as he looks to show his muster. The Mercenary scoffs at the crowd and delivers a standing big boot to Walker just to get the rowdy crowd to shut their yappers. The Mercenary taunts them as boos echo through the venue. The Mercenary smirks a little, enjoying the disillusioned booing, and then hits the turnbuckle slowly as he delivers a big guillotine leg drop to the almost motionless Walker. But just as quick as he gets to his feet, The Mercenary hears a lone cheer for him in the crowd and sets to find the distracting noise.
Watson: The Mercenary is certainly coming out strong. I wouldn’t expect anything less from the veteran tonight.
Sydney: He has really shown us that old dogs can still bite hard, Watson. And I can’t wait to see him finish off his steak tonight as he shows Walker what a monster really looks like up close.
As The Mercenary is looking for the lone cheer, Wes gets to his feet and musters up some energy. As Mercenary loses interest in his hunt, he turns around just in time to get wrapped up by Walker for a HUGE belly to belly suplex. The crowd goes wild as the big man hits the mat hard and Walker pops back to his feet… ready to keep the momentum in his court. He closes in on The Mercenary’s movement and just as he’s getting to one knee, Walker comes around his blind side and lands a DDT to bring Merc straight back down to the mat. But before he can begin to get off his back, The Mercenary grabs his heel and keeps both of them down… Merc climbing forward and Walker with his back on the mat.
Watson: I thought Walker was going to change the tides here, but it looks like The Mercenary still is holding in strong.
Sydney: Would you expect any less from that bad ass? Sometimes I don’t even know how you got this job, Watson. You’d be a fool to count The Mercenary out at any point.
Wes wiggles out of The Mercenary’s grip and gets back to his feet with swift ease. He hits the turnbuckle before The Mercenary can regain his balance and nails him in the head with a flying knee. But just as Walker is lining up his next strike, he hears the familiar entrance music for Ezio DeLuca and looks out to see Ezio saunter onto the entrance ramp with a peach in hand. Ezio takes a huge bite and winks at Walker from a distance, confusing Walker just long enough for The Mercenary to get completely to his feet. Just as Wes turns around The Mercenary is there and turns him back around to see Ezio taking another bite. He gets under Wes’s arms and lifts him for… YES!... The Gravedigger Drop! The Mercenary has takes full advantage of a distracted moment and nails Walker with the powerbomb. He takes his time and leans down for the cover…
1…
2..
3!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall… THE MERCENARY!
Watson: I knew both competitors would deliver tonight, but WOW! I did not see that ending coming.
Sydney: For once, I’ll agree with you Watson. Looks like “someone’s” trying to make a statement and I can’t wait to see how both men react to this turn of events.
Watson: Stay tuned, folks. FSW’s foray into X-Division competition continues next with Nikolai Holmes taking on Stitches in an X-Division Title contenders match. We’ll be back in a sec!
SINGLES MATCH
X-DIVISION RULES MATCH
WINNER BECOMES FSW CONTENDER TO THE X-DIVISION TITLE
Nikolai Holmes
VS Stitches
Watson: Our first X-Division match of the evening is about to begin, folks. And it's gonna be a slug-fest.
Sydney: It's the only X-Division fight we have booked tonight, dumbass. Still, you're not wrong. This should be quite the sight to behold.
Watson: Damn straight! We got 'The Alchemist' Nikolai Holmes taking on Stitches to see who will be FSW's first contender to the X-Division Championship.
Sydney: I'm pumped for this fight! Take it away, Starr! Let's get this match going!
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall. It is set under X-Division Rules, and is to determine FSW's number one contender to the X-Division Championship! Introducing from Russia, weighing in at 237 pounds... 'THE ALCHEMIST' NIKOLAI HOLMES!
Pyros hit and "Falling Away from Me" by KORN begins to play. After the creepy children's laughter dies down, “The Alchemist” Nikolai Holmes steps onto the stage. His head shifts to the left as his neck cracks, then the same to right. As the beat drops, he jams his right fist into his flat left palm. He rolls his left hand over his fisted right hand, then claps them together 3 times, before circling his arms twice then exploding them into his chest before slowly releasing them into Tiger Claw position. He stands motionless for a few seconds, then lifts his head and begins to strut down the aisle to the ring.
Starr: And his opponent, from The Carnival Of Shattered Dreams, weighing in at 260 pounds... STITCHES!
'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat drops at around the thirty seven second mark the curtains are brushed to the side, smoke spewing out from behind the curtains, and out walks Stitches. A wide, red-painted Chelsea-esque grin is across the face of Stitches as he stares out at the crowd of people before him.
Stitches methodically makes his way down the ramp, staring down the crowd members who dare lean too far over the crowd barricade. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he stops and once again looks out at the crowd of people before him. Stitches approaches the nearby steel stairs, climbs up onto the apron and begins walking the edge of the apron like a tight rope before reaching the nearby ring post. Stitches climbs up onto the second rope and throws his arms out wide for the crowd to embrace him. As expected, the crowd does not embrace a sinister-looking clown.
Stitches hops down from the rope and enters into the ring before approaching the nearby corner of the ring. Stitches turns around, facing the center of the ring and sits down in the corner of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING
Both men waste little time in going for a weapon. They dig under the apron and stand back up at almost the exact time. We see The Alchemist wielding a golden wand. Stitches, meanwhile, is holding a long length of chain.
Stitches flashes an amused smirk towards Nikolai as both men re-enter the ring. Neither rushes to make the first move, wanting to make it count while also giving their opponent an opening.
Stitches believes he sees the opportunity first and charges towards Nikolai. But The Alchemist seems to have wanted that, as he delivers a Superkick from out of nowhere right to Stitches' jaw! The Alchemist then closes the distance and attempts to swing his wand right over Stitches' head, but the clown is able to wrap the chain around Holmes' weapon and grabs it with his own.
Stitches keeps Nikolai's weapon restrained as he wags a finger at The Alchemist. Nikolai scowls at the display, but before he can physically retaliate, Stitches damn well nearly beheads Holmes with an up-close - and likely personal - Lethal Lariat (Clothesline From Hell), forcing The Alchemist onto his back!
Watson: These two really embodying what the X-Division is all about! Neither wasted any time in going for a weapon of sorts.
Sydney: The stakes were already high enough as it is, Watson. With Nikolai coming off a recent loss to Candy and Stitches having recently lost the FSW Championship, both men have all the more reasons to want the W more so than usual tonight!
Stitches saunters towards Nikolai and leans down, beginning to pull him up and forcing him up to his feet by his hair. Before Stitches can finish with his own plan, The Alchemist seems to have conjured one of his own. He takes advantage of the clown's grip on the chain being loosened and disarms his opponent!
This even causes Stitches to pause in his own movements. He actually stares at the discarded chain, barely able to believe what he both saw and felt.
Those few seconds are more than enough for Nikolai to turn the tables. He swings his wand and hits Stitches hard in the abdomen! He then takes his turn to plant the clown flat on the canvas with a huge DDT. It clearly takes a lot out of The Alchemist, as Stitches is not far off from Holmes' own weight.
Stitches does manage to get back up to his own feet, albeit very shakily. Between the Superkick from the beginning of the fight and everything else he's been hit with, it's easy to see the clown is a bit dazed, but certainly not out of this fight just yet.
Stitches turns and glares a hole through Nikolai before hoisting The Alchemist up and slamming him down with a Sit-out Powerbomb! He hooks the leg, but only gets a two count, much to Stitches' frustration.
Watson: Holy cow, what a back and forth we're witnessing!
Sydney: And this isn't even the last match of the evening! We still have a lot more action to show after this fight ends!
Holmes manages to roll away before Stitches can attempt to grab him. Once he stands back up, The Alchemist wraps his arms tightly around Stitches' waist. Although the clown seems to know what Nikolai is going for, he's a few seconds too late! German Suplex!
But he doesn't stop after one!
The Alchemist uses his determination and strength to do two more consecutive German Suplexes before finally stopping. For good measure, he takes a page from Stitches' book and hoists him up. Fool's Gold (Brainbuster Piledriver)!
Feeling convinced Stitches will be too dazed, he hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!!
THR --- NOOO!
Nikolai looks shocked as Stitches kicks out. The clown, meanwhile, simply smirks in an almost knowing manner. Holmes tries to assault Stitches with a stiff right punch, but is interrupted! The Sound of Silence (Future Shock DDT), right to the temple of Nikolai's head!
Stitches makes a desperate, if not slightly messy, cover!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: Your winner and FSW's first contender to the X-Division Championship via pinfall ... STITCHES!
Watson: We saw a brutal display from both men, but ultimately, Stitches emerged victorious.
Sydney: The Alchemist must be absolutely livid. He was damn close to overcoming an ex-FSW Champion! I pity whoever faces him next.
Watson: Up next, we're going to see our very own Killjoy Ito face off against one of the new champions, The Titaness herself. Don't go anywhere too far, folks! This upcoming fight may not have X-Division Rules applied to it, but you can expect it to be a hell of a fight to watch!
The camera cuts backstage inside The Cow Palace as we find ‘The Prodigal' Son Buddy Love as he re-watches the Jason Hunter segment.
Buddy Love: I swear to God this guy is becoming a pain in my ass…
Buddy pulls out his phone and brings up Contacts, he scrolls down to Jun Yao and starts typing:
Do you idiots realize that Killjoy is SOMEBODY here? Are you guys so insecure that your little ‘Club’ ego can’t take it that the spotlight isn’t in you? Killjoy has a match against the US Champ tonight and I have to sit here and watch a God awful segment with Jason Hunter and have to find out that he brought those rejects Luke and Luna with him...to what, try and get into Killjoy’s head? To get into my head? It’s not going to work! Text your boy, tell him if he thinks about getting involved in Killjoy’s match tonight he will answer to me!!!!
Buddy hits send and then has his phone ripped out of his hands, he looks up and sees The Southern Express alongside his half-sister Bunny Love who’s holding Buddy’s phone.
Bunny Love: Texting daddy to apologize for getting him banned from FSW are you?
Buddy Love: I didn’t…
Bunny Love: Save it, we saw it on TV as did he, he’s our father Buddy…
Bobby Rose: That was not cool Buddy…
Jimmy Lane: I would have done the same thing kid…
Jimmy looks at Bobby and Bunny
Jimmy Lane: What, the kid knew Tommy was going to try and strong arm him out as Killjoy’s manager, just like he tried with you Bunny, the only difference is YOUR mother is a raging bitch that would make Tommy’s life a living hell, Buddy’s mom can’t play that card...you were smart to get him blacklisted from the FSW…
Bobby thinks about it for a second
Bobby Rose: You’re probably right, so kid, where is Killjoy?
Buddy Love: Finishing up getting ready for his match, which reminds me, congrats on your win tonight…
Bobby Rose: Thanks kid, you mind us popping our heads in to wish him good luck?
Buddy Love: Yeah, go on in…
Bobby and Jimmy pass by Buddy and walk into Killjoy’s locker room, Buddy looks at his sister who is looking through his phone but before Buddy can take it back her mouth drops open.
Bunny Love: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!!
Bunny starts to read out loud.
Bunny Love: Buddy -
I wanted to apologize for the walk off at the end of our run in the tag tourney. As you now know, I was dealing with some issues that were compounded by your father. I was blackmailed into his contract... the last straw was the PornHub blow up and trying to place legal blame on us. I had all I could take and it was riding heavily on my mind during the match. He is going to try to spin a different story... but you know your father.
Know that if there is legal repercussions from the idiotic PornHub deal your father made, I will cover it.
Buddy, your a good guy with your heart in the right place. You have been focused on Killjoy and his future from the moment I have met you... unlike your father; who is only in it for what he can get.
Things are going to get crazy now that Tommy is without a client. Remember what I told you in NC...
<3 Gabi
Bunny tosses Buddy’s phone back at him.
Bunny Love: You sad little fucker, she fucked our father over and he’s now out of work, banned from Brawl and now thanks to you banned from FSW, she doesn’t care about you, SHE’S USING YOU, fucking with your head…
Buddy Love: No she’s…
Bunny Love: SHE’S LIVING AT CANDY’S RIGHT NOW, the same Candy Killjoy’s trying to beat for the FSW Championship...get your head out of your ass Buddy and focus…
Buddy Love: I AM FOCUSED!!!! I’m focused on Samantha Hamilton right here tonight, Killjoy has a chance to knock off the US Champion and I’m not worried about Gabi, our father, those jackasses from The Club, F.A.M.I.L.Y. or whoever they are...or even YOU Bunny! Killjoy and I aren’t facing enhancement talent here tonight, we are facing someone the EWC is high on and when we beat Samantha we will remind the EWC that Killjoy isn’t just a ‘future’ star...HE’S A DAMN ‘ACE’ HE IN THE EWC. It’s a slap in the face that people around here think she’s a ‘challenge’ for us. What the hell has she done that we haven’t already done?
Buddy’s face gets all red as he’s all worked up
Buddy Love: She shows up at FSW #096 waving that new belt around and acting like she’s doing us a favor by showing up here at FSW, spouting off about being a ‘new and different type of challenger’ well news flash, if she came to Daly City and joined the FSW roster she’s be a middle of the pack talent…
Buddy looks into the camera
Buddy Love: And you can QUOTE ME ON THAT!!!
Buddy looks back at his sister
Buddy Love: She thinks she can walk into The Cow Palace tonight and take out Killjoy on his home turf? Am I supposed to be impressed because she tossed in a little Japanese when talking about Killjoy, wow, congratulations, you figured out how to use a English to Japanese translator and what, she thought it would be cute to cut her promo in a kimono...because Killjoy’s Japanese, yeah that’s not at all insulting...I guess next time we face Samantha I’ll do our promo in my underwear so all the Twitter trolls can drool over me, say how HOT I look and feed my self-esteem because I’m constantly seeking the approval of other…
Bunny smiles as she enjoys seeing her brother all worked up
Buddy Love: She thinks this match is a win-win for her? What’s it going to say about her when she ‘comes down’ to the FSW and gets beat by Killjoy? That’s a WIN in her book, moron, AC Delaney better be watching this, she can’t seem to keep her token Asian wrestling star on Rampage, shocking, that’s because she keeps picking the wrong one to call up!!! Buy don’t worry, we will send her back her US Champion, a little worse for wear and we will continue our march towards the FSW Championship…
Bunny smiles
Bunny Love: Well it seems like you have things handled here brother, however…
She points at his phone
Bunny Love: If you ever need me, I’m only a phone call away…
Bobby and Jimmy walk out of the locker room followed by Killjoy Ito, Bunny looks at him and pats him on the shoulder
Bunny Love: Good luck out there tonight...remind the bitch whose house this is…
Bunny motions with her head and she walks off followed by The Southern Express...
SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH
Killjoy Ito
VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
Watson: Welcome back, folks! The night is rolling right along and its time for the first challenge that GM Chris Brock has laid out for Killjoy Ito as we make our way toward the historic FSW 100!
Sydney: This match will be nice and quick, Tim! This is nothing but a night off for Killjoy and he is going to send this so called "champion" packing back to Rampage. Mark my words.
Watson: Strong words there, Cid, but let's not forget WHO Samantha Hamilton just beat to win that United States title. None other than our current Undisputed champion, Scorpio!
Sydney: The same Scorpio that Killjoy beat last season? OK, old news. Next!
Watson: That was before 777, before Scorpio beat the seemingly unbeatable and before StrangleMania. Scorpio is a different person and you can't deny that. Either way, we are about to see one hell of a match folks!
Starr: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan! He is the ACE of the EWC... KILLJOYYYYYYYYY...... IIIIIIIIIIIIITTTOO!!!!
‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the stage and raises his arms into the air and lowers them as the lights also fade out, he jumps up and down all excited as ‘Deeper Deeper’ begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy Ito is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down. He swings around to face the camera and the ring as Buddy Love runs up and stands by his side. Buddy motions to towards the ring and the pair begin to walk down the aisle to the mix reaction of cheers and boos from the fans. Buddy climbs up the steps first and holds the ropes open for Killjoy and then Buddy walks up to the referee and offers them a few dollars to ‘keep it fair’ but then laughs and shoves the singles back into his pocket as Killjoy walks to the center of the ring with his arms outstretched and tilts his head back and soaks it all in. Buddy helps Killjoy take off his robe and exits the ring.
Starr: And his opponent! From Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds, she is one of the members of the Shieldmaidens MC. She is the United States Champion ... Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton!
As the actual lyrics of 'You're Going Down' by Sick Puppies begins playing, the Titaness saunters down the ramp. Walking beside her is her husband, Joseph "Orion" Hunter. Over her shoulder is the United States Championship. A sense of determination and resolve can always be found in her eyes. Despite wearing a more stern and serious expression, she's not one to ignore any fans or supporters. Every now and again, she'll give a wave or slight smirk. More often than not, however, the Titaness will stick to her more serious and stoic look.
When she finally gets in front of the ropes, the Titaness will usually slip through the middle and top ropes. From time to time, however, she will opt to simply step over the top ropes.
DING DING DING
Matt Mercer calls for the bell as Sam and Killjoy meet in the center of the ring. Sam extends her arm, offering to shake her opponents hand in a show of respect to the Japanese ace. Killjoy looks down at the hand, then back up to Sam's eyes as he smiles and slaps the hand away. Sam seems unfazed and both competitors circle each other for a moment before they both step in and start throwing elbows toward each other! The crowds is instantly on their feet as they keep exchanging blows, moving around the ring. Killjoy forces Sam into a corner and referee Mercer calls for a break. Killjoy backs up a few steps, then sends a knee to the midsection of the Titaness. While she's doubled over, Killjoy quickly follows up with a running bulldog that plants the US champ in the center of the ring. She quickly rolls out of the way and to her feet as Killjoy swoops in to try to keeps the pressure on, but Sam is quick enough to interrupt Killjoy with a spear! The crowd is buzzing again as Sam quickly covers, but only gets a two count. Both are to their feet at the same time and they both go in for a tie up, but Ito quickly gets the advantage and pushes Sam into the ropes. Killjoy breaks the hold just long enough to throw a hard lariat that sends Sam out onto the apron.
Watson: Both of these wrestlers are bringing it tonight! This crowd is hot for this match tonight!
Killjoy is quickly to the outside now as Hamilton is to her feet. Ito kicks to the midsection and then grabs Sam and puts her up onto his shoulders. He struggles as Sam tries to grab for the ropes, but he gets her free and hits a rolling Death Valley Driver onto the apron! There is a collective "OHHHH" from the crowd as Sam crumples to the outside. Killjoy falls to the floor as well and the mandatory ten count begins.
ONE....
TWO...
THREE...
FOUR...
Both Sam and Killjoy are getting to their knees now
FIVE...
SIX...
Sam throws an elbow that hits Ito right on the chin and he crumples instantly, as if he is completely knocked out.
SEVEN...
Sam scrambles over to Ito and gets to her feet, picking him up slowly, but he is dead weight.
EIGHT...
Sam is back to the apron now and she throws Killjoy under the bottom rope.
NINE...
Sam quickly follows Ito under the bottom rope and gets to her knees before Matt Mercer can get to ten. He checks on them both and then backs away to let the action happen. Sam walks over to the downed Killjoy, pulls him to his feet, then throws a kick to the midsection followed by Wrath of the Titans! (Pedigree).
Watson: WRATH OF THE TITANS! THIS MAY BE OVER!
Sam covers and goes for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THRE- KICKOUT!
Sydney: YESS!!!
Watson: I cannot believe he just kicked out of that!
Sam looks stunned. She cannot believe that she didn't seal the win. Sam pounds the mat in frustration before she goes and picks Killjoy off of the mat. She then sends him into the ropes. Sam hits the opposing ropes, looking to come at the EWCs Ace with more offense, but she is stopped dead in her track as killjoy hits the Kill Shot! (V-Trigger). Sam falls straight to the mat as Killjoy covers...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Sydney: I TOLD YOU TIM!!! I TOLD YOU!
Starr: Here is your winner via pinfall... KKKKKKILLLLHOOOOYYY.....IIIIIIIIIIIITOOOOOO!!!!!!
Watson: I have to admit when I am wrong, Cid. Killjoy Ito just proved once again why is the Ace of FSW! We have one more HUGE match left folks, do NOT tune out! We will be right back!
SINGLES MATCH
CHAMPION VS CHAMPION
NON-TITLE MATCH
Candy
VS Scorpio
The camera switches to Sydney and Watson at the announce table as many of the FSW Fans stand behind the duo, trying to get on camera. Sidney has some papers in front of him.
Watson: Well it is now time for the Main Event of the Evening here and it may not be for either title , but it has that prizefight feel here in the Cow Palace.
Cid holds up a piece of paper with Candy’s and Scorpio’s bios on it.
Sydney: I’m stealing this one from you, Timmy. Take this match on a paper like this and you’re going to see that the Undisputed Champion has the height, weight, power, and strength over his opponent. But what you can’t see on this piece of paper is the heart and fire of his challenger and quite honestly, she’s proved people wrong before. That’s why they wrestle in the ring, not on paper.
Sidney tosses the paper over his shoulder and into the stands then looks at Watson
Sydney: I, for one, am ready for this match.
Watson: I can’t add much to that. Ladies and Gentleman, let’s go to the ring and listen in with Isabella Starr
The camera switches to the ring, showing Isabella standing beside of FSW Referee Matt Mercer.
Starr: This match is our Main Event of the evening and is for One Fall.
Just as "I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter starts to play throughout the arena, fans immediately start to cheer as Candy emerges from the back all smiles as she does a little dance at the top of the stage. As Candy finishes showing off her moves, she stands at the top of the ramp for moment as she points to the championship around her waist.
Starr: Making her way to the ring from Candyland, please welcome your FSW Champion...'The Sweet Treat'...CAAAAAANDYYYYYY!!
After her name is announced, Candy begins skipping her way down the aisle as she tags the outstretched hands along the way. She circles half the ring before climbing up on the apron. As she takes a seat on it, Candy blows a kiss into the crowd. She then lays back and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Once she's on her feet again, Candy unstraps the title from her waist and shows it off to the cheering crowd as she waits for her music to subside.
Watson: The Sweetest Treat in all of EWC, and former Undisputed Champion, looks ready to go tonight.
'Hail To The Chief' plays and the crowd begin to boo knowing who's coming out. Slowly the four members of The President's Men, Scorpio's band of bodyguards, march out from the back and line the stage and ramp ahead of the 46th President's arrival. The final one waves the Star-Spangled Banner as the music fades...
Starr: Please welcome, from London, England by way of Washington DC, weighing in at 205 lbs... 'The S-Factor'... 'The 46th President of The United States'... 'The Baddest Bitch On The Planet'... 'The Commander-In-Chief'... The allegedly 'true' EWC United States Champion AND The EWC Undisputed Champion... SCORPIO!
'Iconic' - Madonna feat. Chance The Rapper hits the speakers as the house lights go down, switching to a spotlight focused on the curtain. It parts, revealing 'The S-Factor' Scorpio stood behind, a hand on his hip, the other raised above his head with the Undisputed Championship in it, cutting a beautiful silhouette. He sashays forward, a long coat dripping in jewels swaying with every step. Behind him steps Crème de la Crème, Scorpio's drag queen confidant and manager. The two look to one another and nod, before Scorpio opens his coat and drops it to the floor, revealing another stunning outfit. He steps down the ramp with a confident strut, emulating that of the catwalk models of Paris and Milan, before reaching the ring. Scorpio climbs up one set of steps as Crème climbs the other, parting the ropes to allow 'The S-Factor'' in. Stepping into the middle of the ring Scorpio raises one arm, and blows a kiss with the other, a smile forming on his beautifully made-up face.
Watson: There is no denying what Scorpio has done. But how he has done it, hasn’t won many fans over. But he’s the Undisputed Champion and he’s here in Daly City tonight.
DING DING DING
The crowd slowly take their seats as Mercer points for the Presidents Men and Creme-de-la-Creme to be escorted to the back.
Sydney: This can't make Scorpio happy but it levels the playing field tonight for this match.
Security escorts the gaggle out despite the yelling and pleading of Scorpio. He turns around and shakes his head point at Candy.
Candy gives a smile towards Scorpio then walks towards him. Scorpio rubs his hands together and exhales slowly as he walks towards the center of the ring. Candy walks up to him and smacks him across the face with a pop. Scorpio turns his cheek and smiles as Candy gives him a cheery smile.
Watson: HELLO!!!
Scorpio nods his head slowly then paintbrushes Candy with an open hand across her cheek. Candy looks shocked by the impact but turns back and lands a right hand then a quick kick to the gut. She sets for a double arm DDT and Scorpio throws her into the air. Candy lands on her hands and knees . She charges at Scorpio, who catches her and goes for an Implant DDT but she hits a knee to his chest to break free. Candy throws strikes and punches at Scorpio but he covers up most then grabs her by the wrist and whips her into the ropes. Candy comes off the ropes and Scorpio goes for a clothesline. Candy grabs the arm, then loops her body around Scorpio, hooking her ankles around his other arm. She shifts her body weight, trying for a crucifix pin but Scorpio widens his stances then drops back with a Samoan drop. The crowd boos as Scorpio hooks the leg as Mercer slides in for a count.
ONE!
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TWO!
Kickout by Candy, who rolls up to a knee, breathing hard and holding her chest as Scorpio slowly gets up to a knee.
Sydney: First near fall of the match, and Candy looks hurt after that Samoan Drop.
Candy charges and hits a flying headscissors on Scorpio, twisting him down to the mat. The crowd pops as she grimaces, holding her chest. Candy then mounts on top of Scorpio, straddling his chest.. Candy throws rights and lefts, elbows and forearms down at the head and neck of Scorpio, who raises his arms and blocks most of the hits, keeping his shoulders off the mat.
Watson: Candy is trying the Ground and Pound but not much is getting through the defenses of Scorpio. She's not know to being the firepower but this isn't just a regular match.
Scorpio brings his feet up and pushes back on Candy’s shoulders. She falls back into a modified Sunset Flip. Mercer slides in for a count.
ONE!
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TWO!
Candy flips through and hooks the legs, pushing up with all of her weight, pinning Scorpio’s shoulders down as the crowd pops. Mercer slides in for a count.
ONE!
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Shoulder up by Scorpio. Candy tries to turn Scorpio over into a Boston crab but Scorpio kicks her away. Candy lands backfirst against the turnbuckle.
Sydney: Hard impact in the corner but Scorpio looks like he’s scrambling a bit.
Scorpio quickly gets up to his feet as Candy leans against the turnbuckle. Scorpio then methodically walks over and drives a back elbow into the side of the head. He grabs her arm and wraps it around the top rope then drives the point of the elbow into the shoulder as Mercer starts a count. Scorpio then pulls Candy out of the corner and hits a short Glitterazi lariat, dropping her to the mat.
Watson: Scorpio is trying to keep this match slow and out of the fast paced wheelhouse of the Sweetest Treat
Scorpio leans down and locks in a sitting abdominal stretch, pulling the shoulder over his neck, and loops his right leg over the right leg of Candy. She grimaces in pain as he leans back, stretching the ribcage and the shoulder. Mercer asks Candy if she wants to submit but she shakes her head no to a pop from the crowd.
Sydney: Scorpio isn’t known for his submission skills either so if he’s trying to keep Candy grounded, he’s willing to do anything to do it. .
Candy tries to get out of the hold with her upper body but can’t as Scorpio squeezes the arm and shoulder tighter. She lifts his leg off of hers then turns into him and up to a knee. He holds onto the Arm and shoulder capture then lifts her into the air. She counters and hooks her ankles around his wrist, trying to get into an Octopus Hold. Scorpio rotates around and drops to a knee. Candy lets go and stands on her feet. Scorpio spins her around, hits a snap suplex then a moonsault. Scorpio stands to bow to a chorus of boos as Candy rolls out of the ring in pain.
Watson: So far, the FSW champ is on her heels.
Candy leans against the side of the ring as Scorpio waves to the crowd around the ring. Mercer walks over to the side where Candy is at and starts his count.
ONE!
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TWO!
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Scorpio climbs out of the ring on the far side and walks around the ring as Candy tries to massage some feeling into the shoulder. She gets up to a crouch but keeps her head ducked under the apron as Scorpio turns the corner.
THREE!
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FOUR!
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Candy hits a running drop kick into the steps, forcing the steps into Scorpio’s legs. Scorpio falls forward onto the steps as Candy looks up at Mercer. Mercer looks at both of them and then restarts his count.
Sydney: There’s the tenaciousness of Candy coming into play!
ONE!
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TWO!
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Scorpio stands up and limps slightly towards Candy as she stands up. She jumps up onto the apron then springs over onto Scorpio with a cross body block, forcing him backwards over the steps and to the floor.
THREE!
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FOUR!
Candy holds her right arm close to her body as she rolls off of the fallen Scorpio. Scorpio flexes his knee slightly as Candy looks over at him then up at Mercer as he continues the count.
FIVE!
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SIX!
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Candy gets up to her feet and slides into the ring as Scorpio continues to lie on the mat. The crowd stands and cheers as Candy gets to her feet, her right arm held tight against her.
SEVEN!
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EIGHT!
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NINE!
Candy looks down at Scorpio then at Mercer. She stands in front of Mercer pleading as he starts to count Ten and stops him.
Sydney: Candy figured out what Scorpio was doing and stopped the ten count!
Scorpio sits up and smiles as Candy turns around and glares at him. She runs toward the far turnbuckle then turns and runs towards the near turnbuckle as he stands up on the outside. She dives through the second and third ropes, narrowly missing the steel post and hits a suicide dive on Scorpio to a pop from the crowd. Both fall against the steel rail as Mercer slides out to check on both.
Watson: Amazing Suicide Dive by Candy!
Sydney: An inch to the left and she would have posted her own shoulder.
Watson: And I don’t think Scorpio thought she could hit that dive and it caught him off guard.
Mercer checks on both of the competitors then holds up a single fist. The crowd chants ‘THAT WAS AWESOME!’ as Mercer slides back into the ring. He starts up his count again as Scorpio and Candy start to stir.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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FOUR!
Scorpio gets up to his feet, holding his back as Candy crawls towards the ring. Scorpio looks over and grabs Candy up by the hair. He rolls her into the ring then looks around, asking for cheers and getting boos instead.
FIVE!
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SIX!
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Candy crawls to the far side of the ring as Scorpio turns back towards the ring. Scorpio climbs up onto the apron and into the ring. Candy gets back to her feet and leans against the ropes. Scorpio slowly limps towards Candy. She charges at him, going for a forearm smash. Scorpio plants his foot and counters, going for a spinning crescent kick. Candy stops and catches the foot then pulls Scorpio down with a dragon screw leg whip.
Sydney: That’ll tear a quad!
Candy turns Scorpio over and locks in a calf crusher to a pop from the crowd. Scorpio scrambles towards the ropes as Candy pounds on the knee and ankle of Scorpio. Scorpio tries to roll as Mercer asks him if he wants to submit. He shakes his head no then reaches towards the bottom rope. He crawls, carrying Candy’s weight, and reaches out to grab the bottom rope. She slams fist after fist into the knee as he grabs the bottom rope and the crowd cheers.
Watson: And Scorpio makes the ropes. Candy may have picked up a couple of moves to surprise Scorpio and it nearly worked.
Mercer asks for the break. Candy slowly lets go of the calf crusher and looks up with a bit of fire underneath her. Scorpio drags himself out onto the apron as Candy slowly gets to her feet. She slowly rotates the shoulder and walks towards the ropes and sees Scorpio pulling himself up with the ropes on the apron. Candy runs at Scorpio and goes for a forearm smash. Scorpio sidesteps and avoids the arm. He turns and hits a palm strike, rocking Candy’s head backwards. She falls flat on her back as Scorpio then sits on the apron.
Watson: I think Candy might be out cold after that strike.
Scorpio exhales and flexes his knee again, trying to fight through the pain after the calf crusher. Candy lies on the mat motionless as Mercer checks on both. Scorpio crawls through the ropes and into the ring. He slowly gets back up to his feet and over to the fallen Candy. He slowly walks over to her and pulls her up off the mat. She is limp as he tries to pull her up to her feet. Candy quickly stiffens and goes for a small package, trying to take Scorpio down. He rolls through, grabs the arm and locks in a Fujiwara Armbar to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Sydney: Candy was playing possum but Scorpio wasn’t fooled!
Candy screams out as Scorpio turns her wrist and leans backwards on the earlier injured shoulder. Candy reaches out and grabs Mercer by the hand, trying not to tap out. Mercer backs up towards the ropes and Candy holds onto him, pulling herself to the ropes. She lets go and lunges, grabbing the bottom ropes as the crowd is mixed with cheers and boos. Scorpio looks back as Mercer starts his count for the break.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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Scorpio lets go and gets back to his feet quickly, waiting as Candy pulls the limp arm in close to her.
Watson: Scorpio nearly had the win there and he’s been targeting the arm the entire time. Ingenious move by Candy to get out of that submission as well.
Sydney: Can’t blame him, but wouldn't it make more sense to take a leg out. Every move Candy has is speed based.
Scorpio waits and waits as Candy slowly pulls herself up using the ropes with one arm. Scorpio runs in and grabs Candy around the waist. He lifts her up and hits a German Suplex. The crowd pops as he locks the hands and rolls around, getting back to his feet with Candy still in his grasp. Candy reaches out towards the ropes as Scorpio hits a second German Suplex, keeping his hands locked around her waist. Candy starts to go limp as Scorpio hits a third German Suplex. The crowd pops again as Scorpio slowly turns and gets back to his feet. He keeps his hands locked around Candy’s waist. He starts to go for another German but she hooks her foot around his bad calf. He lifts and pulls his own leg out with Candy’s foot, dropping Candy on top of him.
Watson: Counter by Candy!
Candy rolls over, grabs the wrist and arm and locks in a cross Armbreaker on Scorpio. Scorpio quickly rolls and stands up. He grabs his own wrist and lifts Candy up off the mat, trying to toss her over his head. She lets go and crawls down his back, trying for a sunset flip. He starts to fall backwards but then reaches down and grabs Candy by the throat with two hands. He lifts her in a chokebomb position but Candy slams her fists onto his arms, breaking the hold. She lands on her feet as Scorpio drops her. She grabs Scorpio’s head and falls straight down, driving her head into the chin of Scorpio.
Sydney: Candy Cavity Removal!
Candy makes a quick cover on Scorpio. Mercer slides in for a count.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR- Kickout by Scorpio to a big pop from the crowd. Scorpio rolls over to his stomach out of instinct as Candy kneels on the mat. She twists around and locks in a submission.
Watson: Candy Wrapper by the FSW Champ and Scorpio is in the middle of the ring!!!
Candy torques up the arms and neck of Scorpio with the Candy Wrapper submission but loses grip . Scorpio gets loose as Candy tries to adjust. He gets back his feet and misses a spinning kick as Candy ducks underneath. She scrambles and goes to the far ropes. She charges at him but he ducks and they both run to the opposite ropes. Both try for a running crossbody but hit in midair and both land on the mat to a huge pop from the crowd as Candy falls over face first to the mat as Scorpio lies on the mat.
Watson: Back and Forth! Back and Forth!
Mercer checks on both of them and the crowd pops as Mercer starts a ten count.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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FOUR!
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FIVE!
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SIX!
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Scorpio sits up and exhales slowly as Mercer looks over at him.
SEVEN!
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EIGHT!
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Scorpio slowly gets to his knees as Candy still lays face first on the mat. Mercer stops his count as Scorpio pulls himself up with the turnbuckle as Candy starts to stir. Scorpio tries to catch his breath as Candy slowly gets to her knees. Scorpio stands and waits as Candy pulls herself up with the ropes. She looks out at the crowd, glassy-eyed, then turns towards Scorpio. Scorpio sets and hits the cutter to a huge pop!
Sydney: AGR!
Candy falls to the mat as Scorpio lands on his back. He crawls over and makes a cover, hooking the near leg. Mercer slides in for a count.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR- Foot on the ropes by Candy. Scorpio looks at Mercer, who points at the rope. The crowd pops as Scorpio kneels before Candy on the mat. He smacks the mat and holds up three fingers to Mercer.
Watson: Scorpio thought this was over!
Scorpio gets up to his feet and pulls a limp Candy back over to the corner. He drapes her arms over the top ropes then lifts her up onto the top turnbuckle. Scorpio looks indecisive for a minute then grabs Candy’s head, tucks it and lays her neck across his shoulders. He hooks her legs and sets for a muscle buster. He takes a step backwards and Candy brings her knee into his head. She hits another knee then a third, loosening his grip on her legs. She then flips over his back, grabs his head and hits a neckbreaker on Scorpio to a loud cheer pop from the crowd.
Sydney: This crowd is electric tonight here at the Cow Palace!
Candy sits up slightly, wincing in pain as her arm hangs limp against her. She slowly gets to her feet and walks over to the far turnbuckle. Scorpio holds his neck as he sits up and turns his back towards the near turnbuckle. Candy yells out and charges across the ring. She hits a running knee strike against the chest of Scorpio. His neck whiplashes against the middle turnbuckle and he falls to the mat as Candy falls against the ropes. She drops her body backwards over the fallen Scorpio. Mercer slides in for a count.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR- Foot on the ropes by Scorpio to a huge jeer from the crowd.
Watson: I thought that was it! How did he know where he was!!!
Sidney: Normally Candy would have gone for the Handspring Elbow but that shoulder must be hurting still.
Candy looks up at Mercer, who holds up two fingers then points at Scorpio’s foot on the ropes. She is winded and just leans against Scorpio in exhaustion. Candy tries to catch her breath as she pulls herself up with the ropes with her good arm. Scorpio slowly rolls out to the apron in front of the announce table as Candy stumbles over to the far ropes. She waits, motioning him up with her good arm. Scorpio slowly gets to a knee on the apron then pulls himself up to his feet with the ropes.
Watson: The crowd is on its feet.
Candy charges but Scorpio steps into the ring, setting to counter into the Paparazzi’s Flash rollup. Candy hits a quick elbow to the gut and hooks the neck. She walks up the turnbuckles, holding onto Scorpio’s neck going for the Candy Crusher, but Scorpio stops and plants her on the top turnbuckle with force. Candy screams out in pain as Scorpio turn her around. He paintbrushes her with a slap then takes two steps back. He jumps up on the second rope and grabs her neck, going for the Lipsync for Your Legacy. Candy holds on to the ropes and Scorpio lands on his back.
Sydney: She countered the Springboard DDT and now she’s ready to fly!
Candy hops up and stands on the top turnbuckle. She flies and Scorpio rolls out of the way. Candy stops her rotation and lands on her feet. Scorpio kips up as Candy spins around. He gives her a thumb to the eye, grabs her arm and hits the Heel Turn to a chorus of boos.
Watson: THAT WAS CHEAP!!!
Sydney: And he’s gonna get away with it too.
Scorpio hooks the leg with a smirk on his face as Mercer makes the count
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!!!
DING DING DING
Watson: The Undisputed Champion gets the victory but definitely not the fans support.
The crowd boos as Candy lies on the mat. Scorpio gets to his feet and requests the Undisputed Title. Mercer hands him the title and Scorpio holds it high as he places a foot on the shoulder of Candy. The crowd throws garbage at Scorpio as he smiles and waves.
Starr: The Winner of the match by Pinfall. The EWC Undisputed Champion, SCORPIO!!!!
Sydney: It was back and forth and it took one cheap shot by Scorpio and Candy falls despite a gallant effort.
Watson: The FSW fans are livid with what’s transpired. And we’re out of time!!! For Cid Sydney, I am Tim Watson saying "Never let the Revolution die!"
Scorpio is basking in the glory of his win as FSW fades to black.
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Jason Anderson The Boss
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Brett Kennedy
Jason Rayne
Ben Superior
Jason Rayne
Ibuki Ito
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Rotten Mark Keaton
MATCH TWO
WRITER: Ezio DeLuca
MATCH THREE
WRITER: Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: PARAMOUNT
MATCH FIVE/ MAIN EVENT
WRITER: NAME: Robbie Rayder
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RECAP OF WINNERS
6 MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
The Southern Express & Nightcall Vs Lunch Time & Big
WINNER(S): The Southern Express & Nightcall
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SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH
Mercenary Vs Wes Walker (c)
WINNER(S): Mercenary
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SINGLES MATCH/X-DIVISION RULES
Nikolai Holmes Vs Stitches
WINNER(S): and NEW FSW contender to the X-DIVISION TITLE: Stitches
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SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH
Killjoy Ito Vs Samantha Hamilton (c)
WINNER(S): Killjoy Ito
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SINGLES MATCH/ CHAMPION VS CHAMPION
NON-TITLE MATCH
Scorpio (c) Vs Candy (c)
WINNER(S): Scorpio
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Killjoy Ito & Stitches
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Killjoy Ito Vs Samantha Hamilton
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