FSW#2 August 2nd 2015 New York NY

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WARNING: This live event contains stunts performed by professionals or under the supervision of professionals and maybe unsuitable for younger viewers. Accordingly EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed in this live event.

 

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents 

Future Starts of Wrestling 

Episode#1
August 2nd 2015

Live on Sundays 11PM EST/10PM CST (ESPN, Spike, SkySports) 

Brought to you by Under Armour, Sony and Dr Pepper 

Live at the Hammerstien Ballroom in New York City, on August 2nd, 2015

Future Stars Of Wrestling 

August 2nd, 2015 

Live at the Hammerstien Ballroom in New York City

Commentators: Trey Parker and Matt Stone

Announcer: Amy Schumer

Backstage interviewer: Eric Compton

We begin the show to see every member of the FSW roster, including unfamiliar faces, at the entrance ramp. The entire crowd cheers, as we see an image appear on the titantron, giving tribute to the recently deceased Rowdy Roddy Piper. The Bell tolls ten times, with everyone else is silent.

Push Me By Black Stone plays, as the FSW logo appears over the Titantron, eliciting massive cheers for the sold out Hammerstien Ballroom in NYC.

Trey Parker: We are live at the Hammerstien Ballroom for Future Stars of Wrestling. Tonight, the intensity picks up, as we kick off the tournament to crown the FSW champion.

Matt Stone: Oh yeah. Last week, was only a preview. now, it's time to blow everyone out of the water. Everyone tonight is fighting for a spot, even in our main event.

Trey Parker: A match made on the pilot episode, we'll see Kruzer and Jezzabel going up against Racin' Tyme. But it's not just an ordinary tag team main event, it's a table match.

Matt Stone: Elimination, or one to win?

Trey Parker: One to win.

Matt Stone: Goddammit!

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SHOW OPENER

Nigel Eubanks Vs Damien Cross

Match Writer: James Duffman

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The Lights throughout the entire Future Stars of Wrestling arena dim simultaneously throughout the entire arena as it plunges into darkness "Don't Stop" by Innerpartysystem begins to playing over the PA sound system, as it can heard playing across the arena a blue strobe light flickers on and can be seen throughout the arena as if on cue, out of nowhere Damian Cross appears and can be seen swinging around to face the fans as a devilish Cheshire cat like grin can be seen on Cross' face.

Cross paces the entrance isle, left to right as he does the fans of Future Stars can be heard giving him a mixed reaction of both boo's and cheers, various chants of "You Suck", and "Asshole" can be heard along with various Jeers, and and cheers and remarks of disdain, before finally retaking center stage.

Amy Schumer: The Follwoing match is set for one fall, as part of the FSW championshit gold rush. Introducing in the ring first. From New York City. Weighing in at 225 pounds. Nigel Eubanks. And approaching the ring. Weighing in tonight at Two-hundred and Thirty-six pounds, he stands approximately Six foot Three inches in height. He hails from Miami, Florida by way of Las Vegas, Nevada he is... "Mr. One Night Stand"... DAAAAAAAAAAMIAN CROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Trey Parker: That's odd. Nigel should have an entrance.

Matt Stone: Likely couldn't afford it.

Trey Parker: Oh now that's just a dick thing to say!

Cross slowly walks down the entrance isle, as he does he stands in the center of the isle, white piercing light comes shinning down upon him and illuminating his figure which can be seen being illuminating under the light as he stands in the entrance isle looking out into the darkness that surrounds him for a few seconds.

As Damian does the silhouette of his figure can be seen being lit up under the white light, Cross soaks in both the cheers and jeers, and chants of disdain from the fans along with the chants of approval. His eyes burn with intensity, and hatred towards those booing him, his body pounding with adrenaline and blood lust on his mind as he makes his way down to the ring.

Cross slowly walks on down the isle, once near the ring Damian walks around to the steel steps and slowly walks on up them, before entering the ring finally. Once inside the ring Cross climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws out his arms as he continues to soak in the jeers, and cheers, and remarks of disdain, and approval from the fans at ringside and those that can be heard throughout the arena being shown toward him as he waits for his opponent to come on out from behind the black curtain to do battle.

As the bell rings, Nigel and Cross lock up in the middle of the ring. Cross kicks Nigel in the stomach to break the hold, and tugs on Nigel's legs to drop him to the mat. Cross immediately tries for a sharpshooter, but Nigel kicks him right off.

Trey Parker: The sharpshooter's one of the best known moves in wrestling, but you don't want to use it too early when the legs are still working.

Matt Stone: No kidding.

Nigel rolls to his feet and sees a running Cross coming towards him, and before he can dodge he's knocked to the ground with a clothesline. Cross leaps up with a legdrop down to Nigel's torso, and connects before making a pin.

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Cross grabs Nigel's arm and tugs him to his feet, and throws a few fists into Eubanks's face. Nigel blocks one with his arm and knees the stomach, causing Cross to double over. Nigel grabs Cross's head and drops him down with a DDT.

Trey Parker: Perfectly executed DDT!

Matt Stone: Ha! Easy move to do with potential cripple effect.

Trey Parker: In other words, perfect move for you?

Matt Stone: You know it.

Nigel runs to the ropes to leap off for a splash, but Cross gets his legs up in time. Cross gets to his feet and kicks Nigel in the face, knocking the winded Eubanks to the mat. Cross hooks the leg.

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Cross picks Nigel up once more and whips him into the ropes, but as he runs towards him for a shoulder tackle, Nigel is able to slide under Cross's legs and grab his tights, rolling him up for the pin.

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Nigel grabs Cross and goes for a vertical suplex, but Cross slips out behind Eubanks and hooks his arms into a Full Nelson. He kneels down and forces Nigel back onto the knee.

Trey Parker: Full Nelson into a backbreaker! That looked painful enough to end it.

Matt Stone: That's what you say.

Cross goes for another legdrop and pins.

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Cross grabs Nigel off the floor and throws a few punches to his face, then whips him into the ropes. Cross runs at him with a clothesline...only to be hit with the Cha-Ching. Nigel follows up by picking Cross up, and hitting the Paid in Full. Cover

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The ref rings the bell, as this match is over.

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner...NIGEL EUBANKS!

Trey Parker: And Nigel is the first to advance.

Matt Stone: For his sake he'd better win. The debt collectors will be all over him otherwise.

Winner: Nigel Eubanks.

Cut to Commercial

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Backstage

Segment Writer: Laura Molinaro

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Trey Parker: We're going to take you to some footage now. I understand that this happened moments ago out in the parking garage. Let's take a look.

Kimi Smalls is shown getting out of her car in the arena's parking garage. She fetches her bag from the trunk and slams it closed before locking the car. She begins to walk towards the arena's entrance.

Trey Parker: There's Kimi Smalls. She was involved in a bit of controversy last week relating to the way her match with Laura Molinaro ended.

Matt Stone: Controversy? I don't see what was controversial about it. Laura Molinaro had her foot on the rope for the whole three count. I'm not surprised by how angrily Laura reacted to that call. It was a joke, honestly.

By this point, Kimi is halfway across the parking lot. Suddenly, she is rushed from behind by a figure wearing a black hoodie. The figure delivers a heavy blow to the back of Kimi's head, sending her tumbling to the concrete floor. In the process, the figure's hood slips down, to reveal Laura Molinaro as the culprit.

Trey Parker: There's Laura right now! She just attacked Kimi Smalls from behind!

Laura straddles the fallen Kimi, and begins to rage at her, punctuating each sentence with a punch to the face.

Laura: You want to cheat me, huh? You want to make me look f#$%ing stupid? You want to ruin my debut? You want to try and cost me my time in the spotlight?

Trey Parker: Stop this! Kimi Smalls is defenceless! Get someone out there!

Laura delivered several more punches to Kimi's face, which was now covered in blood. Then another voice was heard, coming from somewhere off camera.

Ruthann Parks: Get away from her, now!

Reacting quickly to the interruption, Laura grabs Kimi's arm and wrenches it into an armbar, drawings screams of agony from the beaten woman. Laura glares at Ruthann, who walks slowly, cautiously, into the shot.

Laura: Don't come near me, bitch! I'll snap her fucking arm, I swear to God! Back the f#$% off!

Ruthann tries to calm the situation, keen only to help to get Kimi out of the predicament that she is in.

Ruthann: Easy. I'm not coming any closer. Let her go. What are you trying to achieve with this? Kimi didn't deliberately cheat you.

Kimi continues to scream in pain, but she is unable to do anything to escape Laura's armbar.

Laura: Are you f#$%ing stupid? There are scouts from Brawl here tonight. Where I come from, action speak louder than words. I'm proving what this means to me. No one is going to f#$% me over. No one.

Ruthann: You think this is impressing people? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, but you need to let Kimi go now. You've made your point. Let her go.

Laura: Let her go, or what? What are you going to do? I'll snap her arm before you get close to me.

Ruthann: You probably would, but what then? Let her go now, and this goes no further. If you don't, I'm going to do a lot worse to you than break your arm. For the final time, back off. Now.

A tense moment of what would have been silence if Kimi wasn't still howling in pain drags by before Laura eventually releases the hold, causing Kimi to slump face down onto the concrete. Slowly, Laura stands up and begins to back away.

Laura: No one is stopping me from getting a contract on Brawl. No one.

Ruthann ignores Laura and dashes over to Kimi before calling for help and for a doctor.

Matt Stone: I felt sympathy for Laura after last week, but even i admit this is too much. Look at the state that Kimi is in.

Trey Parker: Personally? I hope that Molinaro does get that Brawl contract. I don't want to see her on FSW again if I can help it.

The footage cuts off as a pair of paramedics run over to Kimi and begin attending to her, with Ruthann looking on with a look of concern on her face.

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MATCH# TWO

Rachel Russo Vs Candace St Clair

Match Writer: James Duffman

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Rachel Plays up to the crowd and encourages them to sing along with her theme music. She Acknowledges as many fans as she can by high fiving them on her way to the ring.

Amy Schumer: The following contest is set for one fall, as part of the FSW championship Gold Rush. Introducing first. Residing in New York City. Rachel Russo!

The venue is quiet until the opening notes of “For Your Entertainment” by Adam Lambert begins blasting from the venue's speakers. Pink and white lights shine brightly from the entrance, bathing the venue in a pink and white hue. The fans begin booing loudly as the Canadian Heartbreaker, Candace St. Clair emerges from behind the entrance curtain, clad in her ring gear as well as a leather jacket that looked just a little too tight across her ample chest.

She moves to the edge of the stage coming to a stop. As a chorus of boos fill the venue, Candace just smiles confidently. She stands on the stage, slowly and seductively running her hands up her thighs and then up to her stomach before throwing them above her head.

Amy Schumer: And her opponent. From Montreal, Quebec, Canada... Weighing in at 138lbs. 'The Canadian Heartbreaker'...Candace St. Clair!!

Candace begins making her way down the ramp and into the aisle, her hips swaying from side to side. She ignores the boos and the outstretched hands of the fans along the way, confidently walking towards the ring with an attitude that said "You know you want this, don't even try to deny it" to anyone and everyone who was watching her. As she reaches the ringside area, Candace then moves around moving to the ring stairs. 

Candace slowly climbs the ring steps and onto the apron of the ring, moving across it. She then slips through the ring ropes and moves toward one of the corners at the opposite side of the ring. Her mouth pulls itself into a flirtatious smile as she approaches the corner and climbs the turnbuckles. The venue's main lights dim slightly as pink and white lights beam directly over Candace as she stands on the second turnbuckle, smiling seductively at the crowd as her hands ran over her thighs once more, and then up her stomach and higher still, running her hands over her breasts.

One of her hands grabbed the collar of her leather jacket while the other ran the zip down. With another seductive smile, Candace's other hand grabbed the collar of her jacket, and a moment later she roughly opened it, flashing her top-clad breasts for all to see. She then released her jacket's collar and stretched out her arms, extending her thumbs and forefingers into 'guns' which she then pointed toward the fans, winking at them before leaping off of the turnbuckle. The lights returned to normal as her feet hit the mat, and Candace turned around and backed into the corner she was just standing on a moment ago, casually removing her jacket and tossing it to a member of the ring crew as she waited for the match to begin.

The bell rings, and the two women begin to talk trash. St Clair in so many words lets Russo know what she thinks about that. And by so many words, in actuality it was no words. She balled up her fist and clocked her square in the mouth. Russo's head snapped to the side but that was about all. She looked back at the woman and smiled then swung a right hand of her own.

Trey Parker: What a way to start!

Matt Stone: That hit reminded me of my Ex wife!

St Clair ducked under the blow and when Russo turned rocked her again with another right hand. this time  Russo didn't smile. She swung again and St Clair ducked under it and staggered her backwards with two hard right hands. Each time she'd duck under a right or left and rocked Russo, she seemed to become more and more angry.

Matt Stone: You know, sooner or later she's going to catch her.

Trey Parker: You think so?

Matt Stone: Yep. And when she does. Lights Out.

Again Russo tries to grab the other woman but she ducks under it again, and when he turns, hits a beautiful Spin Kick to the jaw. Russo staggers into the corner and leans back on the turnbuckles. Still, through all the punches and kicks Russo is not left her feet.

Trey Parker: Tough woman.

Matt Stone: You said it.

St Clair takes a running start and uses the ropes to gain an extra bit of height and hits a huge enziguri. As she waits for Russo to recover, she grabs her in a bulldog and tries to leap off the turnbuckles but Russo shoves her off.

Trey Parker: St Clair just sailed halfway across the ring.

Matt Stone: And look at the look on her face.

St Clair had a look that was a mixture of anger and surprise. She slowly rose back to her feet as Russo came out of the corner with a grin. St Clair could be seen saying something to Russo then she ducked under another clothesline attempt. She races to the other side of the ring and bounces off the ropes, but this time Russo was ready.

When St Clair returned Russo lifted her leg for a spinning heel kick but tSt Clair dropped to her knees and slid under the attack. Russo's foot came crashing back to the mat and he spun around with her eyes narrowed. St Clair offered little more then a smile and made a finger gun motion at Russo.

Trey Parker: ...Does she think it's smart to mock Russo?

Matt Stone: ...I think she is having fun!

The two rushed at each other and again St Clair barely managed to duck under a obvious clothesline and jumped onto the middle rope. She used the middle rope to springboard without ever wondering why the blow seemed to obvious. Russo turned and smashed St Clair with a huge European uppercut. St Clair hit the mat with a crash and rolled almost out cold.

Trey Parker: Such power from Rachel Russo.

Matt Stone: I think my ex wife hits harder.

Russo stood still as a statue staring down at the woman breathing hard through her nose causing her hair to sway gently in her face. When St Clair began to stir by gently rolling to her side Russo closed the distance with two long strides. She took her wrist and pulled her to her feet without releasing her wrist.

With one hand Russo made her gun motion and then yanked her forward into a huge short arm clothesline that nearly turned St Clair inside out. Russo held onto her wrist and again pulled her almost limp body up again and hit a second clothesline then released her wrist.

Trey Parker: Goodnight St Clair. What did I tell you?

Matt Stone: You called it.

Russo dropped down into the cover.

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Trey Parker: Wow.

Matt Stone: That all you can say?

Russo again pulls St Clair to her feet but when she throws her right hand she ducks and kicks her square in the stomach. A sidekick with all the force she can muster. It doubles her over then she runs to the ropes, rebounds and takes her head, flips over the top of her and hits a huge neck breaker.

St Clair however can't take advantage. As soon as she hits the mat the two just lay there. The referee begins her ten count. On six Russo begins stirring and on eight St Clair begins to pull herself up by the ropes. Both get to their feet by ten. Russo looks around for St Clair and when she turns around fully St Clair launches herself off the ropes. Russo dodges a clothesline, only to be grabbed and hit with the KICKSTART MY HEART!

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The bell rings, as this match is over

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner. CANDACE ST ClAIR!

Winner: Candace St Clair.

Trey Parker: What a great match between these two.

Matt Stone: Indeed. Surprising by one and a half women.

Trey Parker: Dammit. Now I owe Compton money.

Matt Stone: Made a bet if i could not mention the sex change?

Trey Parker: Yeah. No longer will I put my faith in you for that stuff.

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MATCH# THREE

Judah King Vs Jonathan Blade

Match Writer: Nigel Eubanks

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The lights throughout the arena cut to blackness as the speakers crackle with static. Suddenly "War Machine" hits the speakers as bright white lights at the entrance flash like an explosion. The crowd immediately erupt in a thunderous collections of boos. The venue is cast in an alternating glow as dark and light blues flicker on and off in strobe light fashion. From behind the curtain Judah King steps out before the fans. He pauses at the edge of the stage allowing his eyes to scan over the sea of people before him, his signature smirk on his lips as his right hand slowly rises to his head in a cocky salute.

Mutilate massacre mummies that's coming to maim you
Sit upon horseback with the skull of an angel
I have never seen God but I'm suddenly able
I was struggling with life, now I'm luckily stable
It's like a long cold knife that's stuck in the navel
Y'all are snake oil salesmen living the fable

If you ain't never been to Hell then I'm willing to take you
Death isn't initial but I'm willing and able
I will take your fucking food while I'm still at your table
The hunger pains is stunning mayne, feeling is fatal
I ain't never gonna leave cause Philly is faithful
Tully Blanchard, Ole Anderson still in the stable.

King slowly makes his way down the aisle as the fans on either side continue to boo and hurl insults at him. As he moves he taunts the crowd, hurling insults back, and in some cases even threatens to hit them.

Amy Schumer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, as part of the FSW Championship Gold Rush! Introducing first......from Charlotte, North Carolina and weighing in at 218 pounds..he is ‘The Urban Legend’….Judah King!!

From the land of lost dreams and broken pavements
Kids get killed right where Edgar Allan Poe wrote The Raven
Our great granddaddy was sold for a few shekels
So n#%%@$ will kill for eyeing some new J's and few pretzels

They might short a life for water ice, depending on what's sorta night
They having a stabbing in his jacket where he stored the knife

Get your beard faded
AOTP we're faded vodka and Henny and then we're blazing
The weed I smoke make you make weird faces
More fucking grass than where there was a deer grazing
Subhan Allah, yeah the hammer drawn
Years from now they'll tell the tale about the animal Cauze
Gone

As he moves to the ringside area he quickly jogs up the ring steps and steps onto the apron moving towards the far corner. He climbs the turbuckles from the outside standing on the second rope and again allows his eyes to scan over the crowd. He begins jawing with the fas beneath him at ringside, exclaiming his superiority and dominance in the ring. Finally King climbs down from the ropes and enters the ring quickly. He immediately moves to his respective corner.

Kill yourself, there's no way you can feel yourself
We make it easy for you, this may help
So if you think that you can fix yourself, slit your wrists yourself
We make it easy for you, this may help

A lone spotlight picks out Jonathan Blade as he makes his way to the ring he climbs onto the apron and wipes his feet before entering the ring proper.

Amy Schumer: And his opponent, hailing from Phoenix, Arizona and weighing at 251 pounds... Jonathan Blade!!

The moment that the bell rings, King rushes Blade, trying to take his head off with a lariat, but Blade ducks it, nailing King with low kicks to the thigh as he whirls around. Blade gets three leg kicks off before being shoved away by King. Blade keeps on the attack, swooping in and nailing King with a low dropkick to the same leg. This drops King to one knee, giving Jonathan time to rush to the opposite ropes. He bounces off for added momentum but runs right into a stiff clothesline. Jonathan falls to the canvas immediately as King shakes his leg out.

Trey Parker: Blade got off to a good start, but King has battled his way back.

Matt Stone: Serves him right for going so fast.

King has had enough time to recover, so he heads over to where Jonathan is struggling to get reoriented. As soon as Blade is on his feet, he gets a wicked knife-edge chop that sends him reeling into the ropes. Another chop leans him almost clear over the top rope to spill out onto the floor. King delivers a third staggering chop before grabbing Blade's arm and whipping him into the opposite ropes. Blade rushes back into a ring-shaking scoop powerslam. He stays there and hooks a leg for the first pin attempt of the match as the fans begin to boo King.

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Matt Stone: I don’t know why the fans are booing. King is putting on a show!

Trey Parker: He is, but don’t count Blade out so soon.

King doesn't look very impressed, but at the same time, not surprised. He lifts Blade up and then runs him into the turnbuckles at speed with a running shoulder thrust. Blade cries out as all the wind is driven from him, then again as King repeats the attack. Once Blade looks like he's not going anywhere for a while, King smirks and backs up into the opposite corner. He leans back against the turnbuckles, then charges forward, but his attempt at a boot to the head is averted as Blade ducks out of the way, leaving King hung up on the top rope! Blade staggers up to his feet as King pulls himself free. Blade then leaps up with a pele kick to the stunned King! This knocks King back into the corner. Feeling momentum shifting his way, Blade hypes himself up, then rushes into the opposite corner as well. His move hits home though as he nails a big dropkick to King's chest! King falls to the canvas, rolling towards the middle of the ring with his momentum. Seeing this, Blade hits the ropes again, this time unleashing a running shooting star press! He hooks the leg.

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At the last moment, King kicks out emphatically, showing he's still got a lot of power and energy left.

Trey Parker: Close call for King! Blade has really battled back.

Matt Stone: Meh…wasn’t that close.

Blade furrows his brow, trying to think of what else to do. All he can think of is to jump from higher, so he starts climbing up to the top rope. However, as he gets to the top rope, King has rolled to his feet and rushes over, knocking one of his legs out from under him, crotching Blade on the top rope. He takes a second to gather himself, then smirks. He grabs Blade around the neck for a headlock and drives him into the canvas with a modified Dead and Gone!!

Matt Stone: See…King has everything under control.

Trey Parker: Whoa!

King makes the cover.

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The bell rings!

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner. Judah King!

The ref raises King’s arm in victory.

Matt Stone: I knew he was going to win the whole time!

Trey Parker: Whatever…he sure did have to earn it tonight.

Winner: Judah King

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MATCH# FOUR

Hunter Vs 'Hot Shot' Sean Lorrenza

Match Writer: Nigel Eubanks

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Petrified-Fort Minor came blasting over the speakers. On the top of the ramp pushing the curtains back wearing a black hood over his head and jeans with. He start to clap to the music out towards the crowd to get them into it.

Yall are not, not, not Ready HO
Not not ready HO
We're gonna drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)....

He jump up and down on his feet getting the crowd into it.

Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!

Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON! [x2]

He walk down the ramp moving his head to the music.

Yeah
How you doin’, y’all?
My name is Mike.
I’m fooling with the new s%$#
I'm doing it all night

I like what i do
I do what i like
I could quit and get it back like i’m riding a bike
Like stop...

...bring it back, bring it back

He stops as he took a step back and then take one forward on the words.

We got that balance keeping us on track
That ya get what ya move and quit, wit no slow
You stare like you don’t care
But you do it though

He climb up the stairs as he climb up to the top of the rope with his hood still over his head and pop it over like AJ styles with his arms out towards the crowd. He grins out towards the crowd taking it all in as he climb down. The music slowly fades out as he jump off the top rope taking off his hood.

Amy Schumer: The Following match is set for one fall, as part of the FSW Championship gold rush. Introducing, from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 163 pounds, he is Hunter!

The lights dim as "Follow" by Breaking Benjamin blares over the P.A. system. As the opening chords play out, the crowd almost instantly reacts with a chorus of cheers and jeers. A gold spotlight appears on the entrance ramp, about half way in between the actual curtain and the ring, and the camera shifts back to the ring as the ring announcer brings the microphone up to their lips.

Amy Schumer: His opponent.Making his way to the ring, he stands 6'6" tall and weighs in at 265 lbs. Currently residing in Los Angeles, California... he IS "The Real Deal of Professional Wrestling", "God's Gift to Wrestling", and "The Main Attraction In The Wrestling Industry"! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... "HOT SHOT" SEAN LORRENZA!

"Hot Shot" Sean Lorrenza appears on the entrance ramp dressed in his usual wrestling attire, which consists of black trunks that have a yellow "SL" logo outlined in red on the crotch and a black "Hot Shot" logo outlined in white on the buttocks, black knee and elbow pads, white wrist tape, and black boots. He is also sporting that famous cocky grin of his. His manager, Dustin Edberg, is not far behind him and is dressed in his usual unbuttoned dress shirt, cargo shorts, and black Adidas flip-flops. The fans erupt in a sea of cheers and boos again, which causes "The Real Deal of Professional Wrestling" to flash a full, bright smile. Sean looks around, taking in the reaction with great pride before strutting down the ramp in a cocky manner and stopping inside the gold spot light. He then smirks once again, looking out into the crowd, before raising his right arm HIGH in the air, causing the reaction to grow louder! Sean looks around again with another satisfying smirk on his face before proceeding to the ring. He then makes his way up the ring steps, through the ropes, and into the middle of the ring before dropping to one knee as Dustin cheers his client on and takes his spot at ringside. Gold pyrotechnics then explode from all four turnbuckles as Sean extends his arms and holds his head up ever-so-cockily with that nasty grin appearing on his face again

The bell rings and the two lock horns immediately. Hunter takes advantage o and brushes Lorrenza back. Hunter circles with Lorrenza on one knee, and they lock up again. This time, Hunter grabs Lorrenza’s head and tosses him back, forcing him to land on his back. He stomps on Sean’s head a few times drawing cheers from the crowd.

Matt Stone: Come on Hot Shot!

Trey Parker: He doesn’t look too hot at the moment.

Hunter continues his attack and drives a hand to the chest of his opponent. Lorrenza begins coughing in pain but Hunter is unrelenting and continues pounding. Eventually, the referee begins counting but gets to four before Hunter quits his assault. Hunter picks up the hurting Lorrenza and wraps him around the stomach before flipping him over with a gutwrench sit-out powerbomb, hooking Lorrenza’s arms with his legs as the referee jumps in to position…

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A kickout gives Lorrenza new life. Hunter stands up but Lorrenza is just a little quicker and gets up a split second before him. Sean boots Hunter in the knee, and then in the hip, followed by one square to the chest. Hunter staggers backwards as Lorrenza comes running up with a spinning leg lariat that sends Hunter down to the mat.

Trey Parker: A quick combination from Lorrenza sends Hunter reeling!

Matt Stone: He’s on fire!

Hunter rolls underneath the bottom rope and takes a minute on the outside for a chance to catch his breath as the fans starting booing Lorrenza. Before he even knows what’s happening, Lorrenza comes flying with a springboard plancha that sends both men crashing hard on the concrete floor. Lorrenza quickly bounces up, rolls back in the ring, and rolls back out to break-up the referees count. He seeks out the slow-to-get-up Hunter before grabbing him by the head and walking him towards the ring post. He launches him head first in to the steel! Hunter grabs his head and goes down to his knees. Lorrenza picks him up again and whips him in to the steel steps and forcing him to land hard on the other side. Lorrenza doesn't give him any opportunity to rest as he sprints towards the steps, launching himself off of them and connecting with diving stomp to the stomach of Hunter! He grunts and lets out a massive groan while Lorrenza gets back in the ring.

Trey Parker: Ladies and gentlemen Sean Lorrenza has completely taken over this match!

Hunter finally makes his way back in the ring as Lorrenza grabs him by the wrist and Irish-whips his opponent in to the turnbuckles on the other side. Lorrenza flips off the fans and sprints towards Hunter in the corner. At the last second, Sean launches himself for a corner splash but Hunter catches him underneath the arms, walking out of the corner, and drops him for a sitout power bomb, almost cracking a smile as the back of Lorrenza's head bounces off the mat. Hunter then climbs the top rope quickly hitting the HUNTER SCORE, Cover!

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The bell rings!

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner, Hunter!

The ref raises Hunter’s arm in victory as the fans jump to their feet.

Matt Stone: I demand a rematch! Hunter cheated!

Trey Parker: Whatever, Matt! Don’t be mad because he cooled off Sean Lorrenza.

Winner: Hunter

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Match#Five

James Dawes Vs Sway

Match Writer: James Duffman

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O Fortuna begins to play as the lights go out. Out from the back walks a man, his face masked by his hoodie. The gold lights shine bright on him as he pours the fabric back, revealing James Dawes. He walks down to the ring as the women chorus above him; "Sors salutis, et virtutis, michi nunc contraria". The drums strike, Dawes takes one final look to the heavens and slides into the ring, getting up and looking at the crowd. He smirks, and removes his sweater.

Amy Schumer: The following is set for one fall, and is part of the FSW championship gold rush. Introducing first. From Toronto Ontario Canada. Weighing in at 210 pounds. JAMES DAWES!

Mucho Mambo Sway begins to play and Sway makes her way out to the ramp. She shakes hands and high-fives all of the fans in the front rows. She then slides into the ring, walks over to the middle and spins then jumps in the air as fireworks shoot off from each turnbuckle.

Amy Schumer: And his opponent. From Memphis Tenessee. SWAY!

The ref rings the bell. As the two start out to the middle of the ring, Dawes decides to take some extra initiative, and belts Sway in the mouth knocking her back towards the ropes. Dawes starts to move in and Sway fires right back, belting him in the mouth the same way he just had her. Dawes grins and fires back, knocking Sway into the corner. Sway leaps out and looks for a Thesz press but Dawes catches her and launches her over in a belly to belly suplex. Sway hits hard and Dawes moves on top for a cover, hooking her leg as he goes.

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Trey Parker: He's going all out from the get go.

Matt Stone: That's how you get S#$% done Trey.

Sway rolls into a figure four type hold around his neck but Dawes stands up, putting her shoulders on the mat again.

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Sway rolls through into a cradle.

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Trey Parker: Nice series of moves there.

Matt Stone: Back and forth, gotta love it.

Dawes gets up and drills her with a European uppercut that sends Sway into the ropes. She bounces off and eats another uppercut. Sway staggers back to the ropes, facing the crowd. Dawes moves in behind her, grabs her around the waist and fires her over into a bridging German suplex.

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Dawes starts up and Sway gets herself to her free. Dawes blasts her back in the back with a forearm smash. Sway staggers into the ropes again and Dawes catches her coming off with a spinning spinebuster. He hooks the leg and holds for the cover.

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Dawes pulls her up and drills her with a pop-up European uppercut. Sway staggers back looking dazed and Dawes clocks her again in the mouth. Sway falls into the corner and Dawes grabs her wrist. He gives her an irish whip across the ring. She crashes into the opposite corner and Dawes rushes in right behind her with a big lariat. Sway’s knees buckle and she starts to go down. Dawes punches her in the mouth and then delivers a quick inverted atomic drop.

Trey Parker: Damn.

Matt Stone: No mercy from this guy.

Sway stands there in stunned momentary paralysis and Dawes throws her over with a belly to belly suplex. He climbs on top and hooks the leg for the cover.

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Dawes gets up, a bit furious. He glares at Sway, who is slowly getting up. He grabs her legs, and quickly applies the Legend Lock. He has it locked in tight, and Sway can't fight it, and taps out.

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner by Submission. JAMES DAWES!

Trey Parker: Nice effort by Sway, but James Dawes had full control this time.

Matt Stone: Yeah she should stick to just looking pretty.

Winner: James Dawes.

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Match#6

Marcus 'Lonestar' Slater Vs The Parker Van Peters

Match Writer: James Duffman
Segment Writer: Double M

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Scene opens with a shot of the one and only THE Parker Van Peters sitting alone in a locker room. His iPod sits beside him playing “All I do is Win” as part of PVP’s pre-match warm up. His boots are laced, and his kneepads are over his shins, not yet pulled up to their positions around his knees. He is in the mirror warping tape around his right wrist when a knowing is heard at the door.

PVP (without even looking toward the door): The sign says private.

The knocking continues

PVP: I swear….you either better be catering with those beef tips or a strip-a-gram. Preferably a red head, or with glasses. If both….I cannot promise to contain myself.

PVP opens the door and a rather short, rather plump, and rather sweaty old man hands him a letter

Old, sweaty, fat man: Mr Van Peters….you've been served.

The old, sweaty, fat man wipes his brow and waddles off, and PVP rolls his eyes and opens the letter. His eyes dart back and forth, quickly, and then he looks up and rips the letter

PVP: Cut….off. My father…..I cutting me off? I no longer have a trust fund? But….but I am supposed to….how can I…..CUT OFF!?!?!?!?

CUT OFF?!?!?!?

PVP kicks a locker!

PVP: How can anyone think the can cut off THE Parker Van Peters from MY money. MY trust fund. I swear to Finn Hudson and Whitney Houston I am going to make someone pay. I need to hurt someone tonight. And guess what....Marcus Slater is the unfortunate one.

PVP pulls up his knee pads, rips the tape and finishes his wrist wrapping, then puts on his “PVP FTW” t-shirt, which is available for sale on EWCshop.com (you ingrates), and heads to the ring.

Matt Stone: This isn't good.

Trey Parker: I'd feel sorry, but if this helps humbles him, I'm all for that.

Matt Stone: The humble are weak. He's the entire food chain.

The instantly-recognisable opening riff from “Highway To Hell” blares over the arena, causing all eyes to migrate to the entrance. As the drum beat kicks in, the towering form of Marcus Slater steps into view, hands on his hips, the arena reflected in the red lenses of his Oakley’s as he gives a casual half-smirk down towards the ring. He nods to himself and starts walking towards the ring as Bon Scott’s harsh bark comes in with the verse. He gets to the ring about the time that last chord before the chorus rings out and jumps from the floor to the apron. He turns around, holding his hands together to display the Texas State Flag formed in the palms of his gloves. Then he bolts for the closest turnbuckle and climbs it, holding one fist in the air to a reaction from the fans. After the chorus the song fades out. Marcus takes off his sunglasses and hands them to the ringside attendant, then he takes off his t-shirt and chucks it into the crowd. After that he hops over the ropes and lands in his corner settling in before the bell.

Amy Schumer: The Following is set for one fall, and is part of the FSW championship gold rush. Introducing first. From Houston Texas. Weighing in at 285 pounds. Marcus 'Lonestar' Slater!

"Princes of the Universe" by Queen plays over the loud speaker. Out from the top of the ramp steps out a lone figure. THE Parker Van Peters has head lowered, smirking as the crowd boos him. He is wearing a white fur coat. He raises his head and walks to the ring. PVP climbs the ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron before entering the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring, arms stretched out wide. He then snaps at the referee to help him take off his white fur coat. He then screams in a bit of frustration.

Amy Schumer: Introducing next. From Nashville Tennessee. Weighing in at A chiseled 222 and 3/4 pounds. THE Parker Van Peters.

Trey Parker: Here's a man who clearly is on a mission now.

Matt Stone: After what we just saw, no S#$%!

The bell sounds. PVP and Lonestar circle each other in the middle of the ring. They lock up and jock for position. PVP starts to push Lonestar back. But then Lonestar plants his foot and starts to push PVP back. He backs PVP into the corner and the ref makes them break it up. They come out and stare down in the middle of the ring. Lonestar then offers his hand for a test of strength. PVP cautiously approaches and grabs the hand. They then lock the other hands. They meet chest to chest and push. Lonestar starts to win out, raising the arms up and bending PVP's hands back. PVP is struggling to fight it as Lonestar forces him down to one knee.

Trey Parker: Lonestar with the early advantage.

Matt Stone: You're giving him to much credit. PVP is letting him do this. Showmanship baby!

PVP gets to his feet and starts to push Lonestar's hand back. He bends them back, and forces Lonestar to one knee. The crowd chants and claps and Lonestar starts to pump up and get to his feet. Both men are standing and struggling. Then Lonestar kicks PVP in the gut and breaks the hold.

Trey Parker: He broke his own hold.

Matt Stone: About the smartest thing he could do.

Lonestar then grabs PVP in a headlock. He wrenches it in tight. But then PVP lifts him up and hits a back body drop. Lonestar rolls away and gets to his feet. PVP charges with a clothesline, but Lonestar ducks. PVP turns around and Lonestar hits him with a few punches. He knocks PVP back into the ropes and then whips him to the other side. Lonestar bounces off the near ropes and hits a flying forearm to PVP, knocking him down! But he sits up and Lonestar kicks him in the back. The kick Lonestars through the arena. Lonestar pulls PVP up off the mat and sets him up for a suplex. Lonestar tries to lift him, but PVP is having non of that. PVP reverses with a suplex of his own.

Matt Stone: This is where domination shines through. #perfection.

Trey Parker: F$%^ off with the Hashtag bullshit.

They both get up and PVP hits a knee to Lonestar's gut. He then punches him a few times. He whips Lonestar to the ropes. Lonestar comes back and PVP lifts his foot for a Big Boot, and Lonestar hits a running Big Boot at the same time, and both men go down!

Trey Parker: Damn. If a mic was right there, the whole audience would have felt that.

Matt Stone: Yeah well such impact is useless when he's down as well. This is why PVP will win.

Both men are down for a bit. But PVP is up first. He stomps on Lonestar a few times. He then lifts him up and grabs him in a bear hug. He squeezes tight and Lonestar screams in pain. Lonestar reaches out for the ropes, but PVP squeezes again. Lonestar lifts his arms and rears back for a punch, but PVP squeezes again before he can deliver. Lonestar rears back again, and this time punches PVP in the head. But PVP doesn't let go. In fact, he squeezes more. Lonestar pulls his arms up and smashes both his fists into both of PVP's ears at the same time. This forces PVP to let go of Lonestar and he staggers back holding his head.

Lonestar backs into the ropes and charges out with a viscious clothesline to PVP! He pulls PVP up off the mat and punches him a few times. Lonestar whips PVP off the ropes and when he comes back, Lonestar hits an ace crusher! Both men lay on the mat for a few seconds. Then Lonestar rolls over and covers PVP.

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Both men get up. PVP is behind Lonestar, and hits the SWAGplex Mark II. Cover.

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Amy Schumer: Here is your winner. THE Parker Van Peters.

Trey Stone: Wow. A heavy favorite eliminated first round.

Matt Stone: Well PVP should be champion right now anyways. He's not only awesome, but clearly has alot to prove to his ungrateful family.

Winner: Parker Van Peters

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Racin' Tyme

VS

Kruzer and Jezabel

Tornado team Table Match

Match Writer: James Duffman

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Domination by Pantera begins to play as DJR and Spotter runs out to the cheering fans. They stop on top of the stage and thrusts their fist into the air.

Agony is the price
That you'll pay in the end
Domination consumes you
Then calls you a friend
It's a twisted fall
Binds are like steel
And manipulates the will to be
And it's hard to see
How soon we forget
When there's nothing else
Left to destroy
It's a useless ploy

DJR and Spotter stands next to each other with their arms crossed. After both DJR and Spotter pose for pictures they make their way down to the ring.
Your eyes will see
The dawn of the day
And the writing
On the wall
Those words that stare
Into your soul
And to yourself
You will befall
It's domination pushed into living hell
Domination

Amy Schumer: This is a tag team table match and is scheduled for one fall, making their way to the ring being accompanied by their manager Nanook, weighing in at a combined 460 pounds, DJR, Spotter, Ladies and Gentlemen!, IT’S RACIN’ TYME!!!!!!

DJR runs, slides under the bottom rope and pops up to the ring, he runs across the ring, leaps and lands on the second turnbuckle and removes his helmet, when he then lets out a loud and proud “WHOOOOOOO!” while Spotter climbs into the ring like a normal human being.

The theme for Rowdy Roddy Piper plays, as the tream of Kruzer and Jezzabel come out. Both are sporting flags (Kruzer holding a Canadian Flag, Jezzabel with a Scottish flag). The entire crowd cheers, for the teams tribute to the late Roddy Piper. They make their way to the ring, and plant the flags behind the barricade, before entering the ring.

Amy Schumer: And their opponent. KRUZER AND JEZZABEL!

The bell sounds and the couple charge into battle. Spotter meets Kruzer in the middle of the ring and starts trading punches with him. Spotter hits Kruzer first and then eats one in return. Spotter fires again and Kruzer returns fire, Spotter, Kruzer, Spotter, Kruzer, Spotter, Kruzer, Spotter, Kruzer, Spotter, Kruzer. Spotter rears back and Kruzer stomps on Spotter’s bad leg. Spotter stumbles forward in obvious pain and Kruzer grabs him in a gutwrench, firing him up and over into into a shoulder-mounted powerbomb.

Crowd: OOOOHHHH!!!

Trey Parker: Good God in heaven!

Matt Stone: Highly doubt God had much to do with that...

Across the ring, DJR meets Jezzabel and ducks a big clothesline from the rampaging Samoan. DJR jumps up and and snaps off an enziguri that knocks Jezzabel off-balance. As he stumbles forward, DJR jumps on his back, looking for a sleeper. Jezzabel stumbles towards the nearest corner and spins, smashing DJR hard into the turnbuckles. As DJR loses his grip, Jezzabel turns into a big lariat that smashes DJR against the turnbuckles again. DJR starts to stumble out of the corner and Jezzabel snaps him over in a head and arm suplex.

Trey Parker: Racin Tyme are not having a good night so far.

Matt Stone: Well, they kind of asked for this.

Jezzabel steps up from DJR and slips out to the floor. He grabs the first table available and slides it into the ring. Kruzer goes to set it up but DJR cuts him off. Kruzer tries to fight DJR off but eats a knee to the gut, DJR sets and snaps off a ddt onto the table as Jezzabel dives in looking to save his brother. DJR catches him with a dropkick to the face and Jezzabel falls back against the ropes. DJR rushes in and looks for a clothesline. Jezzabel ducks under and gives DJR a back body drop that sends him soaring over the top rope. DJR plummets down to the cold, hard concrete floor below, smacking the surface and almost bouncing on impact.

Trey Parker: F#$% that just sounded like raw meat!

Matt Stone: May as well have been.

Spotter staggers up and takes a swing at Kruzer. Jezzabel cuts him off and knocks Spotter down as Kruzer makes it up to his feet, bleeding slightly from the forehead after hitting it on the edge earlier. Spotter sits up on his knees as Kruzer and Jezzabel move in on either side. Spotter blasts them both low and the crowd visibly grimaces at the sight.

Trey Parker: Damn.

Matt Stone: Desperation causes interesting situations, I suppose.

Spotter staggers up and starts to set the table up but Kruzer kicks at Spotter’s bad leg. Spotter clutches at it, in obvious pain and Jezzabel moves in behind him, taking a half nelson. Spotter struggles in the hold and Jezzabel launches him over into a release half nelson suplex that folds the youngster up like an accordion.

Trey Parker: Good Lord, that’s twice now somebody’s gone for the table and paid for it dearly!

Matt Stone: And with DJR on the floor, you gotta wonder what the couple are gonna do to the wounded Spotter!

Kruzer pulls Spotter up and drives his knee into the young man’s face, holding on in a muay thai-style clinch. Kruzer delivers a second knee, then a third, then a fourth, alternating legs as he goes and raising Spotter off the mat with every strike.

Trey Parker: What skill by Kruzer!

Matt Stone: Let's see how he does against me.

Trey Parker: That fight will have you knocked out in a split second, much like your sex life.

Matt Stone: F$%^ you Trey!

Kruzer backs Spotter into the corner and then snaps off a wicked roundhouse kick to the face. Kruzer walks away as Spotter falls into the seated position against the second turnbuckle. Jezzabel moves in and snaps off a kick to the face as well, sending Spotter down to the mat, though still in the seated position against the turnbuckles. Jezzabel sticks his foot against Spotter’s throat and pulls on the top rope to choke him down. Jezzabel holds it for a second and then moves out of the way as Kruzer comes charging in for a running knee strike in the corner, bouncing Spotter off the turnbuckles hard.

Trey Parker: This is heinous! They’re picking on the weaker, wounded guy!

Matt Stone: That’s called strategy, Trey. They know DJR’s a sitting duck if they get rid of his partner!

Crowd: PUSSS-IES!!! PUSSS-IES!!! PUSSS-IES!!! PUSSS-IES!!! PUSSS-IES!!! PUSSS-IES!!! PUSSS-IES!!! PUSSS-IES!!! PUSSS-IES!!! PUSSS-IES!!!

Jezzabel goes to set up the table, nodding as he goes. Kruzer pulls Spotter up and punches him in the mouth to knock him into the turnbuckles again. On the floor, DJR grabs a table and sets it up before diving into the ring. Kruzer and Jezzabel shoots Spotter across the ring. They step into a consecutive line as Spotter goes to rebound off the ropes. DJR spinkicks Kruzer out of the way and Spotter rushes into Jezzabel’s arms.

Trey Parker: Wow. What strength!

Matt Stone: What an amazon. Makes me hard.

Trey Parker: Dude really?

Matt Stone: No joke.

Jezzabel goes to elevate Spotter but gets caught midway up for a front facelock. Spotter swings around into a DDT as DJR drops a knee to Kruzer’s head. DJR pulls Kruzer up and gives him a spinning kick to the gut. Kruzer staggers towards the corner while DJR gives him a big spinning backfist to the face.

Trey Parker: DJR is all fired up.

Matt Stone: This is going to be awesome.

DJR grabs his hand and whips Kruzer across the ring. Kruzer crashes into the opposite corner and Spotter jumps up for a rising clothesline that crushes Kruzer into the turnbuckles. Spotter falls to all fours in front of Kruzer and the DJR comes tearing across the ring for poetry in motion. DJR takes Kruzer and whips him back across the ring again.

Trey Parker: Now that's power.

Matt Stone: Nitro Power!

Kruzer crashes into the turnbuckles and Spotter rushes in for a big running lariat again. Spotter falls to all fours and DJR starts across the ring again. Jezzabel leaps into action, drilling Spotter in the small of the back, knocking him to the mat. DJR comes in and Kruzer comes out of the corner with a big lariat that puts DJR down hard. Jezzabel pulls Spotter up and elevates him for a back body drop. Kruzer catches Spotter at the apex and brings him down into a spinning powerbomb, through the table in the ring. The bell rings, as this match is over.

Amy Schumer: Here are your winners. KRUZER AND JEZZABEL!

Winners: Kruzer and Jezzabel.

Trey Parker: Wow. What a main event.

Matt Stone: No doubt. Well worth the wait.

Trey Parker: Well ladies and gentlemen, that's it for tonight. See you in two weeks, as the gold rush continues.

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QUICK RESULTS RECAP

Nigel Eubanks DEFEATED Damien Cross
Candace St Clair DEFEATED Rachel Russo
Judah King DEFEATED Jonathan Blade
Hunter DEFEATED 'Hot Shot' Sean Lorrenza
James Dawes DEFEATED Sway
The Parker Van Peters DEFEATED Marcus 'Lonestar' Slater
Kruzer and Jezzabel DEFEATED Racin' Tyme