FSW#3 August 16th 2015 Newark New Jersey

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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#3
August 16th 2015

Live on Sundays 9/8 PM CST (ESPN, Spike, SkySports) 

Brought to you by Under Armour, Sony and Dr Pepper 

Live at the Prudential Center in Newark New Jersey, on August 16th, 2015

Future Stars Of Wrestling
August 16th, 2015
Live at the Prudential Center in Newark New Jersey
Commentators: Trey Parker and Matt Stone
Announcer: Amy Schumer
Backstage interviewer: Eric Compton

Push Me By Black Stone plays, as the FSW logo appears over the Titantron, eliciting massive cheers for the sold out Prudential Center in Newark New Jersey.

Trey Parker: We're live in New jersey Tonight, and we promise to have quite a bit of fun here tonight.

Matt Stone: Always down for that.

Trey Parker: Tonight, we will find who who closes out the first round of the gold rush tournament. Ladies and Gentlmen. THIS...IS....FSW!

Homegrown by Lynyrd Skynyrd plays, as we See James Duffman walk out from backstage, with a drink in one hand, and a cigar in another. he walks down the ramp, and takes a drag of his cigar. once at the ring he climbs the steps, and steps between the ropes. He butts out his cigar, and pockets it, before requesting a mic. the crowd cheers loudly.

James Duffman: Thank you Newark New Jersey!

The crowd pops loudly at that.

James Duffman: And they say this is the armpit of America. I dunno about that, but this looks like a great place to host FSW, don't you think?

The entire crowd pops again

James Duffman: Now before we get on to the action, there is something that must be said. Due to the recent call ups to the BRAWL roster, we've had to make some changes in the gold rush. some as you know, are getting a second shot. However, at the end of the night,we'll have eleven competitors left, instead of twelve, because of said call ups. So here's what we're going to do. Tonight's main event features two people who have qualified, in Candace St. Clair, and Parker Van Peters.


The crowd gives a mixed reaction to those names.

James Duffman: So how's about this. The winner, gets a free pass into the round following, which will be the Semi-finals. Duffman thinks that's fair, right?

The crowd cheers, and James raises his glass up, before taking a swig of it.

Trey Parker: Well that is one solution.

Matt Stone: I suppose so.

James Duffman: Duffman figured you all would understand. Now that being said, I'd like to bring to you attention, in attendance tonight, wrestling legend and current EWC trainer, Johnny Bonecrusher!"

The fans cheer, a few chanting "JBC! JBC! JBC!"

The camera indeed picks The Johnny, sitting next to a younger gentleman wielding a cane. Johnny tries to quell the crowd and brush off the adulation, but then decides to bask in the cheers instead. The gentleman with him claps and shakes his head (but in a good way), pointing at JBC.

James Duffman: Good to see ya Johnny. That said, let's get to the real action.

James Duffman gives is mic back, as Homegrown plays, he exits the ring, and heads to the back.

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Match#1

York Champson Vs Dennis Clayton

Match Writer: James Duffman

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Amy Schumer: The following contest is set for one fall, as part of the FSW gold rush tournament.

The lights in the arena dime to a reddish tint. As they do Boss of me by They Might Be Giants hits the P.A. system. After the first verse plays the chorus hits and as it does York Champson runs out from the back. He head bangs to the music as he walks down the ramp . He acknowledges a couple of fans by throwing up a rock and roll hand gesture to them. York circles the ring and then slides in walking to the nearest corner. Standing on the second rope, he head bangs until his music fades out completely.

Amy Schumer: introducing First. From Greensboro North Carolina. Weighing in at 208 pounds. YORK CHAMPSON!

"Here Comes the Boom" by Nelly hits as spotlights focus on the entrance way as Dennis Clayton comes out seconded by his valet, Rebecca Garrison. He enters wearing a zip up hoodie with the hood up with an MMA inspired design. He is also wearing MMA fight shorts and MMA gloves. His gear is usually in some sort of combination of black, red, and silver. He comes down the ramp, head down, zoning out the boos raining down on him. As he gets ringside, he takes off the hoodie and hands it to Rebecca, who hands him his mouthpiece. She speaks a few words to him as he enters the ring, circling it, punching himself in the face pretty hard to get pumped up.

Amy Schumer: and his opponent. From Toledo Ohio. Weighing in at 185 pounds. DENNIS 'THE MENACE' CLAYTON!

As the bell rings, Clayton and York stand in the middle of the ring, with York staring down at Clayton. Clayton, not worrying for a sec, points at York’s chest.

Trey Parker: What's he doing?

Matt Stone: Don't ask me.

As soon as York looks down, Clayton leaps up and dropkicks him in the chest, sending him stumbling into the ropes.

Matt Stone: Brilliant.

Trey Parker: Unconventional, but it worked.

Clayton runs at York, looking to clothesline him over the ropes, but York elbows Clayton in the face before he can pull it off. Clayton staggers back, and York stands up from the ropes and places him in the Full Nelson, then lifts him up and slams him down hard into the mat! York drops an elbow down before going to pin.

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Trey Parker: A Full Nelson Slam wasn’t even enough to keep Clayton down.

Matt Stone: Thank you Captain Obvious!

York picks up Clayton and whips him hard into the corner, and follows up with a STIFF clothesline against the turnbuckles. Clayton stumbles out of the corner, looking a little woozy, and York whips him into the corner again, this time kicking him hard in the stomach repeatedly.

Trey Parker: Clayton better find a way out of this mess soon, or he’s going to be unable to walk out of this match at all.

Matt Stone: He's just playing right now. I get the feeling we'll see hell unleashed soon enough.

York backs up about halfway into the ring, then charges at Clayton with a boot ready to um, boot him in the face, but Clayton is able to duck under in time, and York’s boot misses his face, and he ends up crotching himself on the ropes.

Trey Parker: Ooooh!

Matt Stone: I think every man in the building right now is thankful that’s not them.

Clayton gets onto his feet and sees York sitting atop the ropes, then smiles as he gets an ingenious, yet cruel idea. He gets up near the ropes, grabs them, and starts pushing up and down on them, thus hurting York even more. The ref soon stops Clayton by slapping his hands off the ropes.

Ref: Stop that!

Clayton: What, this?

He continues to bounce the ropes, York hurting even moreso.

Ref: Yes, that!

Clayton: So you want me to stop doing this.

He again bounces the ropes, and York is, sadly, not in the best of feeling right now.

Ref: Exactly! Now stop it!

Clayton: Okay, fine! I’ll stop doing THIS.

And one last time, Clayton bounces the ropes, and is more than likely making York a soprano while he’s at it.

Trey Parker: Poor York.

Matt Stone: Prolly never will make a family, if he hasn't already.

As York sits on the ropes, Clayton climbs onto the turnbuckles, and leaps off with a dropkick to the chest! Both men fall into the ring, York grabbing his crotch and grunting in pain.

Trey Parker: Boy, Clayton really put the hurt on York with that one, didn’t he?

Matt Stone: That he did, which is the point.

Clayton gets back on his feet and runs to the ropes, and rolls up in a ball towards York, then hits a senton splash on top of him. Clayton hooks the leg to pin.

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Clayton then climbs onto the outside and stalks on the apron, waiting for York to get to his feet. Eventually, he does so, and Clayton springs off the ropes and lands on his shoulders for a hurracanrana…but York grabs Clayton quickly and punches him in the head repeatedly, then slams him down into the mat with a powerbomb! York goes to pin!

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Matt Stone: Clayton’s lucky he’s not dead right now. That’s all I have to say.

Trey Parker: Lucky? How?

Matt Stone: Well, York could do ten times worse after that rope debacle.

York lifts Clayton up to his feet and grabs him, signaling for a big move. But as he lifts him up into powerbomb position, Clayton punches York in the eye, and York drops Dennis down and grabs a hold of his face. Clayton then kicks York in the gut and connects with an enziguri to the back of the head. York Staggers, and Clayton hits with the Menace to Society! Cover.

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

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner. DENNIS CLAYTON!

Trey Parker: That is one ruthless individual.

Matt Stone: Greatly entertaining though.

Winner: Dennis Clayton

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Match#2

Aiden Hall Vs Krimzon Blaze

Match Writer: James Duffman

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We're back from commercial break, as the arena lights go off as the iconic strings of "Golden Brown" by the Stranglers plays over the PA. An Image of the Union Jack covers the screens as a single Spotlight is the only light focused on the entrance ramp. That is when Aiden Hall walks out. He has a cocky smirk on his face as he makes his way towards the ring wearing his Union Jack robe. He them leaps onto the canvas and wipes his feet and enters the ring.

Amy Schumer: The following match is set for one fall, as part of the gold rush tournament. Introducing first. From Liverpool England, Weighing in at 230 pounds. Aiden Hall!

The arena goes black, but a single white spotlight emits at the top of the stage as "Taking You Down" by Egypt Central begins playing as "The Aerial Specialist" Krimzon Blaze is seen at the top of the ramp as fans become unglued cheering as Blaze walks down the ramp way towards the ring as he claps as many hands as he can before giving a young fan a pair of his trademark KB glasses before entering the ring as green pyro erupts on all four corners as KB gives off his signature taunt being the double-guns.

Amy Schumer: And his opponent. From Detroit Michigan. Weighing in at 215 pounds. KRIMZON BLAZE!

The referee calls for the bell and the two men circle each other. The two men lock up. Blaze takes an early lead with an arm bar, and then nails Aiden in the collar bone with his elbow. Aiden steps away, rubbing his collar bone. Blaze moves in and starts to throw a few punches, and takes Aiden down with a discus forearm.

Trey Parker: The debuting Blaze is attacking hot, right from the start!

Matt Stone: Good way to make a first impression look good.

As Aiden gets to his feet, Blaze is warned about punches by the referee. Aiden takes Blaze down with a sudden clothesline. As Blaze gets back to his feet, Aiden nails him with another clothesline and then connects with an elbow drop. He gets to his feet, throwing up the EDW sign as Blaze rolls to his side and starts to get to his feet. Aiden moves in and pulls Blaze into a DDT, but Blaze is able to counter out and turn it into a short-arm clothesline.

Pulling Aiden up, Blaze shoots him across the ring and connects with a standing dropkick, knocking Aiden Hall down. Blaze follows by shooting Aiden into the ropes as soon as he gets back to his feet and knocks him back down with a shoulder block.

Trey Parker: That's bit of a high risk moveset Krimzon Blaze has.

Matt Stone: Yeah, but that's what he does.

Wanting to keep the momentum on his side, Blaze shoots the ropes again and goes for a seated senton, but Aiden rolls out of the way. As he manages to get back to his feet, Blaze is taken down by Aiden with a release German suplex. Aiden rolls him over for a cover.

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Aiden pushes Blaze down and drops an elbow, but misses as Blaze rolls out of the way. As Aiden gets to his feet, rubbing his elbow, Blaze nails him with a European uppercut and sends him across the ropes with an Irish whip and hoists him up with an Samoan drop. He hooks the leg.

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Blaze gets to his feet and waves for Aiden Hall to get back to his feet. As he does, Blaze positions him for a Russian leg sweep. Aiden manages to counter out of it and nails the DDT, driving him into the mat.

Trying to end the match early, Aiden moves to the turnbuckle, and smirks. He waits for Blaze to get to his feet and dives for the big clothesline splash.

Trey Parker Aiden is going for a clothesline.

Matt Stone: It seems he does that a lot.

Out of nowhere, somehow, someway, Blaze hits a desperation European uppercut. However, Aiden still knocks into him. Blaze hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. The referee starts his count.

Aiden shakes the cobwebs from his head and rolls out of the ring. He lifts Blaze up and slides him inside the ring and then enters after him. Blaze gets to his knees, starting to get to a standing position only to be hit with the Jaw Jacka. Aiden goes for a cover.

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Trey Parker: Blaze will not give up and die so easily.

Matt Stone: Aiden Hall is looking to kill him tough.

Aiden gets to his feet, sensing victory. He brushes his shoulder off on to Blaze, and then lifts him up off the mat. He shoots him into the ropes, but Blaze counters and pulls Aiden into a spinebuster, hooking the leg for a pin.

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Trying to keep momentum on his side, Blaze pulls Aiden off the mat and shoots him into the corner. He charges in. At the last moment, Aiden is able to move out of the way and allows Blaze to hit the turnbuckle. As he steps away, Aiden tries to lock in a full nelson slam. However, somehow, Blaze is able to counter out and attempts a backslide pin, only for Aiden to counter that with an attempted clothesline hit, but Blaze saw it coming. Blaze then connects with the MIGHTY DEATH POP!. Cover.


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

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner. KRIMZON BLAZE!

Trey Parker: Another successful debut here.

Matt Stone: They're shooting for gold. If they ain't successful, they suck. Simple as.


Trey Parker: I'm actually surprised you didn't call out our winner's hometown as the true cesspool of America, or something like that.

Matt Stone: You said it, not me.

Winner: Krimzon Blaze.

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Match#3

Drake Alexi Vs Avery Barnes

Match Writer: James Duffman

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Trey Parker: And we're back from commercial break. up next, we have one of our newest roster members, Avery Barns, debuting against Drake Alexi.

Matt Stone: Yeah, and who knows what that nutcase is going to do tonight. Personally, i'm looking forward to that.

Amy Schumer: The following match is set for one fall, as part of the gold rush tournament.

"Ooh~ Yea-ea-eah, I'm Everywhere." Those words fade into the P.A. System softly, as many of the arena lights shift focus into green. The song "I'm Everywhere" by Teknoaxe starts off mid-way into the beginning verse immediately after the words are spoken. The softcore feature of the dub step rings through the crowd for a good 25 seconds before the tone blasts up a bit, and we see the "Unstable" Drake Alexi walk onto the stage.

He receives a mix of crowd reactions, sailing through from unstoppable cheers, to the skin-pealing boos. Though he simply chooses to ignore them all as he walks down the ramp, staring straight at the ring ahead, and letting his right hand shake stroke-like.

Amy Schumer: introducing first. From San Antonio Texas. Weighing in at 237 pounds. 'Unstable' Drake Alexi.

At the bottom of the ramp he stops, allowing his head to turn and stare toward front-seat fans. A devilish smirk forms on his face as he turns away, and runs forward, sliding into the ring and hopping up to his feet in the center. He takes a moment to breath before walking toward a turnbuckle, walking toward and hopping on top of it, as he throws his arms into the air, and screams loudly!

The arena lights dim as the opening beats of the song begin to play out. As soon as the vocals kick in, there stands Avery Barnes at the top of the ramp getting into the groove, dancing about and wanting those in attendance to at the very least clap along. Her dance moves leave much to be desired, however, but she demonstrates her lack of shame as she rocks her hips and shoulders and arms like no one's even watching.  

She sets off towards the ring with a spring in her step, not so much dancing anymore as she is just feeding off of positivity and good vibrations - she's not at all shy about greeting the lucky fans sitting close enough to be given high fives or hand shakes or even a very quick selfie if they're lucky. Or cute. 

Amy Schumer: Introducing next. From Portland Oregon. Avery Barnes.

Using the stairs to get to the apron and into the ring proper, Avery does a turning spin and blows a kiss to the crowd. She's loving it, the appreciation, the affection, the applause, and she wears a wide smile as she stands near the ropes and waits for the match to begin in earnest.

The Ref rings the bell, and immediately the two tie up. Drake immediately forces Avery back into the ropes. Avery lifts her arms into the air and Drake breaks the hold but whips her instead across the ring.

Trey Parker: Drake with the early and strong advantage.

Matt Stone: Well he is a man, so yeah, he is supposed to be stronger.

When Drake comes to the center of the ring to meet Avery the woman dives toward him and wraps herself around him before rolling him into an inside cradle and the referee slides into position to begin his count.

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Avery rolls away from Drake and pops back to her feet with both her fists raised and Drake rolls backwards and climbed to his feet grinning. Avery comes forward quickly and aims a kick at his leg but Drake lifts the leg up. A quick right hand is throw aside by Drake but Avery grabs the back of his head and pulls him down into knees to the face which Drake gets his hands up to block.

After a few knees are blocked Drake's hands shots out and grab Avery by the calves and pull. Avery falls to her back and Drake immediately falls down and tries to lock in a head lock only to have Avery roll sideways again and pop back to her feet. The action gets a standing ovation for the back and forth action.

Trey Parker: The crowd is loving this fight thus far.

MattStone: As they should. They paid to be entertained.

Drake and Avery come back to the center of the ring and quickly bump fists before locking up again this time Drake quickly turns it into a side headlock. Drake torques back on the neck a moment before Avery places her hands behind his back and shoves. Drake runs at the ropes but Avery doesn't want. As soon as he hits the ropes she sprints forward and leaps.

When Drake turns on the ropes Avery is already in midair and connects with a hard knee to the face that drops him to the mat. Avery had to grab the ropes to keep from going over them. Avery stands leaning on the ropes to take a deep breath then comes forward to pull Drake back to his feet.

Trey Parker: Nice back and forth match still. These two are evenly matched.

Matt Stone: I don't know if that’s a compliment for Avery or a insult for Drake.

Trey Parker: Do you really have to be a douche?

Matt Stone: Well....Usually, yes.

As Avery leans down to pull Drake back to his feet Drake launches himself off the mat and grabs her by the head. Using his body weight he pulled her down and drove her face into the mat. Drake rolls Avery onto her back and hooks the leg.

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Trey Parker: Avery showing massive heart here.

Matt Stone: I'd like her to show her titties.

Drake leans up on his knees and looks in belief at the referee and holds up three fingers but the referee shakes his head and holds up two. Avery however knowing where she was in the ring rolled sideways and fell to her knees outside the ring holding her head.

Trey Parker: Smart move by Avery.

Matt Stone: Yeah, but will it be enough to save her?

Drake moves to the ropes and leans through the middle rope to check on Avery. Seeing Avery kneeling in front of the ring Drake gets a strange, almost happy look in his eyes and then runs the opposite direction. Drake comes back across the ring and goes to dive through the middle rope until Avery stood up and rocked him with a hard right hand, and then a second before staggering toward the ring post.

Trey Parker: She looks worn out.

Matt Stone: She looks like any woman after a round with me.

Avery grabbed the ring post for support and looked back to see Drake half in the ring and half out on his knees leaning down on the middle rope. She looks from Drake to the crowd and then back at Drake and then lunges forward herself. Lifting her legs into a bicycle motion and drives the side of her flat of her foot into the side of Drake's head. Avery pushed herself back to her feet and saw the momentum of her kick had knocked Drake back into the ring. Avery slides back into the ring and rolls Drake toward the center and hooks the leg.

Avery rolls back and staggers back to her feet staring down at Drake in disbelief as he begins to pull himself to his feet. Avery comes forward and rocks him with a flurry of rights and lefts but Drake is able to fight his way back and grabs one of her blows coming in and whips her across the ring and into the corner.

Drake comes sprinting forward and hits a clothesline that slams her between him and the corner and then runs to the opposite corner again. Drake comes forward again and aims a big boot at Avery but the smaller, quicker woman drops and rolls out of the corner leaving Drake to kick the top turnbuckle at full speed.

Trey Parker: God that looked painful.

Matt Stone: Didn't just look it. That definitely WAS painful.

Avery is in the opposite corner, instead of diagonally, she is straight across leaning back on the corner holding her chest from the clothesline. Drake turns out of the corner at the same moment Avery comes out of hers. Drake takes a single step on his good leg without a problem, but the second he plants weight on the second leg his leg gives out and his hands drop to his leg.

Matt Stone: Well he'll be easy prey now.

Indeed he was, as before he could do anythingto counter, avery kicks him in the gut, and hitting him with a leg sweep.she then locks in the Goodnight Kiss, and almost immediately, Drake Taps out.

Amy Schumer: Here is your winer, by submission. AVERY BARNES!

Winner Via submission: Avery Barnes

Trey Parker: What a match.

Matt Stone: And Drake is out of the tournament.

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Match#4

Jakob Mayhem Vs Bliss Adams

Match Writer: James Duffman
Segment writer: @livingdeadkarl

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When the scene returns to the arena, another shot of Johnny Bonecrusher and his friend is shown just before the match.

Trey Parker: This guy's just everywhere these days!

Matt Stone: Everywhere except at the gym training the next generation of ham-and-eggers.

Trey Parker: Yeah, you're right. He should just set up camp there.

Matt Stone: Can it be a concentration camp?

Trey Parker: Jesus Christ, Matt! Well, goodnight, everybody! Goodnight forever!

Matt Stone: Don't be such a pussy, Trey, f#$%.

Trey Parker: Anyway, I wonder who he's sitting with.

Matt Stone: Probably his latest boy toy.

Trey Parker: I'll be sure to let him know you said that.

Matt Stone: No no, totally not necessary.

Immediately after that, Born in a Burial Gown by Cradle Of Filith plays. Coming through the curtains, surrounded by smoke, the robed figure with hood over his head that is Jakob Mayhem, steps and pauses, slowly making his way to the ring.

Amy Schumer: This next match is set for one fall, as part of the FSW gold rush tournament. Introducing first. From Death Valley. Weighing in at 320 pounds. JAKOB MAYHEM!

The lights in the arena all go out and a single pink spotlight appears on the head of the stage. Suddenly the song Lovin You by Minnie Ripperton begins to play and out comes the man who refers to himself as the Modern Day Eros, Bliss Adams.

'Lovin' you is easy cause you're beautiful
Makin' love with you is all I wanna do
Lovin' you is more than just a dream come true
And everything that I do is out of lovin' you
La la la la la la la... do do do do do,

He begins walking down the ramp at a slow methodical pace and begins his weekly spill as he proceeds to the ring.

Amy Schumer: And his opponent. From Greensboro North Carolina. Weighing in at 208 pounds. BLISS ADAMS!

He slides into the ring and basks in the music.

'No one else can make me feel
The colors that you bring
Stay with me while we grow old
And we will live each day in springtime
Cause lovin' you has made my life so beautiful
And every day my life is filled with lovin' you'

Once the music fades out he sits on the top turn buckle in a corner as he waits for the match to begin.

Matt Stone: Over one hundred pounds in difference. How can Bliss keep up?

Trey Parker: We have yet to see what Bliss is capable of, so until then, reserve judgement.

The referee waves for the bell and no sooner had it rung then Adams rocked Mayhem with a hard right hand. Mayhem back steps and is rocked by a second and then a third right hand. Adams reaches out and grabs Mayhem by the back of the neck and pulls him in and down for a hard knee to the face but Mayhem gets his hands up.

Trey Parker: Bliss Adams is relentless.

Matt Stone: As I've said before, anyone in this sport needs to be.

Mayhem blocks three of the knees. With Mayhem blocking the knees Adams goes to bring a hard forearm down on the back of Mayhem's neck but Mayhem rolls forward and springs up behind Bliss. Both Mayhem and Bliss turn and face one another each with a little smirk on their faces and the crowd cheers.

Trey Parker: Both men showing their toughness here.

Matt Stone: And clearly, they are both future stars!

Mayhem and Bliss come forward and lock up in the center of the ring. Adams easily wins the battle of strength with his size advantage and backs Mayhem into the corner one step at a time. When they get to the corner Mayhem lifts his arms so the referee will break the hold but Adams comes up and clocks Mayhem straight in the jaw with a hard right cross.

The referee comes forward to warn Bliss about the closed fist, but Bliss just throws him off. Adams wraps his hands around Mayhem's throat and puts all his weight into pushing it backwards in a blatant choke. The referee comes forward and begins his count. At the count of four Bliss finally breaks the choke but comes forward for a brutal elbow to the side of the head.

Trey Parker: He needs to be careful here. He doesn't want to get DQ'd.

Matt Stone: Think that will stop him?

Trey Parker: At this rate, likely not.

Adams strolls to the other side of the ring then takes a running start a slams into Mayhem with a huge clothesline. A second time Adams walks across the ring and then turns and sprints at Mayhem but this time when he hit the corner he slammed into the turnbuckles at full speed. Mayhem had pulled himself out of the corner at the last second.

With Adams coming slowly out of the corner Mayhem hits a beautiful dropkick that sends Adams to the ropes where he leans over the top rope. Mayhem looks for a moment and then leaps over the top rope, grabbing Adams's head on the way down and guillotines him on the top rope. Mayhem lands on the floor and Bliss hits the mat holding his throat.

Trey Parker: What a brutal maneuver.

Matt Stone: That will wake you up in the morning!

Trey Parker: Or put you to sleep.

Matt Stone: You're learning Trey.

Mayhem took a moment to catch his breath rubbing his neck gently before sliding back into the ring and over to Adams. Mayhem wastes no time in locking in a neck crank but the bigger Adams begins to struggle his way back up. First to his knees and then to one knee. With Adams still in a neck crank Mayhem jumps over him and drops him into a neck breaker and floats into the cover.

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A brief nod and Mayhem pulls Adams up by the back of his head. Once they both get back to their feet Mayhem locks Adams in for another neck breaker but when he swings it Adams shoves him forward and out of the hold. Mayhem uses the push to run the ropes, but when he rebounds off the ropes Adams's foot is already raised and hits a Yakuza kick to the side of the head.

Trey Parker: Very nice counter!

Matt Stone: Adams is going to show him the error of his ways now.

Adams pulls Mayhem into a suplex position and lifts him up for the Silencer but Mayhem wiggles out of it dropping down behind him. Adams turns and gets a hard kick to the stomach. With Adams doubled over Mayhem bends him backwards and locks his head beneath his arm.

When Mayhem turned to torque Adams into the move Bliss used his power to shove Mayhem sideways into the ropes. Mayhem hit the ropes while Adams was on a knee. Bliss explodes from his kneeling position and spears Mayhem to the mat. With Mayhem on the mat Adams climbs the turnbuckles and waits.

Adams perches on the top rope and when Mayhem gets back to his feet launches himself off and hits a top ropeLovestruck. Cover.

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

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner...BLISS ADAMS!

Matt Stone: Another one bites the dust, and Mayhem is out of the tournament.

Trey Parker: Well fought victory for Bliss Adams, nevertheless.

Winner: Bliss Adams

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Backstage

Segment Writer: Jason Anderson The Boss

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In the backstage area of the FSW arena wearing a hood over his head with a pair of blue jeans was Hunter. He leaning against the wall with his eyes closed as he lick his lips placing a soft smirk on his face.  

Hunter: In my debut match two weeks ago I did what I told everyone I would be doing when I first step inside of that ring. Once I get the clear to get in that ring I am going to be grabbing things by the balls to reach to top. So far I knock off one of the best around in FSW Sean “Hot Shot “ Lorrenza. I am getting closely and closely about to do the things I have set off to do.

He just smirks as he open his eyes looking into the camera he place his hands inside of his pockets.  

Hunter: You might believe I am been a bit cocky blame it on the DNA that in my veins. It doesn’t matter who they put in front of me. I will be ready to do what I need to do in order to have that title around my waist. The title would love to have around our waist. It like I can see it now around my waist. If I don’t get it. That ok because of the fact I will get it soon or later.

He just nods as he lower his hood looking into the camera as he point his finger to his chest.  

Hunter: I know I still need to go through many others on the FSW roster but I am ready to show just what I made up once again. Even though I wasn’t on the card tonight. People is still talking about my match. People is still have me on their lips and in their mind. Everything I do from now on out till I get the top will be for the man who helped raised. He believe I have what it takes to be something in this business. I am going to show EVERYONE how he wasn’t wrong in having faith in me.

He place his hood back over his hood as he just bounce in place back and forth as he just grins.  

Hunter: Hunter.. is on the hunt! He is ready to found his next prey! 

He crack his neck with a grin as he walk down the hallway towards the locker rooms.  

Cut to Commercial

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Match#5

*Last Chance For Gold*
Rachel Russo Vs Johnathan Blade

Match Writer: James Duffman

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We're back from commercial break, and immediately, Oh Yeah by The Subways plays. Rachel Russo comes out, and she Plays up to the crowd and encourages them to sing along with her theme music. She acknowledges as many fans as she can by touching their hands etc.

Amy Schumer: This match, is set for one fall, as part of the FSW Gold Rush Tournament. Introducing first. From London England. RACHEL RUSSO!

Trey Parker: The first of two last chances is about to begin.

Matt Stone: They should be lucky they even got this chance, because last week, both suffered critical losses.

When Johnathan Blade's music starts playing he comes out with a Microphone and his hands and he begins to talk trash about his Opponent and he get's in the ring and Continues speaking and he hands over the Microphone to the Ref before he begins to fight.

Amy Schumer: And Her opponent. from Phoenix Arizona. Weighing in at 251 pounds. Jonathan Blade!

Russo and Blade come to the center of the ring where the referee waves for the bell. Russo extends her hand and to everyone's surprise Blade takes it. Russo actually smiles before the two lock up and Blade easily backs her into the corner. He leans his shoulder into her then whips her across the ring. Blade comes across the ring after her but what Russo lacked in size she made up for in quickness. One second she was in the corner and the next she had pulled herself up over the top rope leaving Blade to slam full speed into the empty corner.

Trey Parker: What a counter by Russo!

Matt Stone: The smaller one running away. Surprise, surprise.

Trey Parker: Hey, if it works.

When Blade shattered out of the corner Russo arched a single long leg over the top rope and caught him in the face knocking him back into the corner. The woman measured him a moment before backing up to the opposite side of the ring and taking a running start.

Russo uses the ropes as stairs of sorts and lands on Blade shoulders for a head scissors but Blade was one step ahead of her. As she began to turn around the scissors movement his arms came up and he spun with her bringing her down back and neck first into the corner.

Matt Stone: Damn...I think she's dead.

Trey Parker: No she's moving.

Matt Stone: Well that's good....I'd hate to see a dead pretty girl.

Trey Parker: Not cool man. Try harder for next time.

Blade pulls Russo out of the corner and drops into the cover.

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No arguing with the referee from Blade as he simply leans up on his knees and pulls Russo up by the hair. A knee to the stomach keeps her docile as he walks to the ropes and leans her into them. Blade whips Russo across the ring but she counters into a whip of her own that goes nowhere. Blade puts the brakes on the whip and pulls her hard back toward him and slides behind her to hit a beautiful neck breaker.

Trey Parker: Beautiful sequences of counters there.

Matt Stone: Anything with Russo is beautiful. That better?

Trey Parker: Moderately yes.

Blade again drops down but instead of going for a cover he attempts to lock in the cross face but Russo immediately begins to squirm toward the ropes until she finally rolls out of the ring. Russo stayed on the outside of the ring with Blade pacing back and forth and motioning for her to come back into the ring.

Trey Parker: Smart play by Russo.

Matt Stone: Not bad for a rookie.

When the referee reached the eight count Russo slid back into the ring quickly. She hoped the quick movement would take the larger Blade by surprise, however Blade was quick in his own right and when she popped up Blade rocked her with a hard right hand.

Blade backs Russo into the ropes with two more right hands, grabs her by the wrist and goes to whip her across the ring but as he yanks her off the ropes and drives a knee into her stomach doubling her over. A hard clubbing blow sends her to the mat and once there Blade starts to tie up her legs.

Trey Parker: Blade tries for another submission.

Matt Stone: Let's see if she can still get out of this one.

With a twist of her legs Russo slides out of his grasp and rolls out of the ring once again. As Russo backs into the announcers table Blade, in the ring, begins to finally lose his cool.

Trey Parker: Looks like her strategy is starting to work.

Matt Stone: For her sake, it better not backfire.

Trey Parker: Was that concern I heard?

Matt Stone:....Shut....Up!

Once again Russo waits until she gets close to the ten count before sliding back into the ring. Like before she tries to come into the ring as quickly as possible to take Blade by surprise and like before Blade had her scouted. When she slid into the ring he began to put the boots to her, but this time when his foot came down she grabbed the leg and twisted rolling him into a small package. The referee slides into position.

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Matt Stone: She'll need to do better then that.

Trey Parker: Yup. But it was close.

Frustrated, Russo waits until Blade starts to get back up, before hitting him with a curb stomp. Cover.

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

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner. RACHEL RUSSO!

Trey Parker: That was a close fight.

Matt Stone: But the pretty girl won it. Love the finisher as well.

Trey Parker: Somebody who's pretty, plus a dirty type move...Yeah sounds right for you.

Winner: Rachel Russo

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Backstage

Segment Writer: Candace St. Clair

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The scene opened backstage, with the camera focussed on Candace St. Clair, who was dressed for battle in her black and pink ring gear. She wasn’t paying the camera any attention – nor did she care it was filming her – as she walked down the corridor, staring into a compact mirror as she applied some lipstick.

Eric Compton: Excuse me, Candace, can I get a moment of your time?

Candace jumped slightly at the sudden interruption, and the lipstick she was applying slid from her lips to across her cheek. She turned around to the man standing behind her and fixed him with a deathglare.

Candace St. Clair: No, you cannot get a moment of my time! What the hell is wrong with you? Can’t you see that I’m doing something far more important here than stalking to you, whoever you are?

Eric went pale as he watched Candace wipe the smear from her cheek, all the while her cold eyes were still fixed on the interviewer.

Eric Compton: I-I just wanted to get your thoughts on you match against PVP…

Candace poked a finger in his chest, and Eric took a step back in response, a step which Candace met with a step towards him.

Candace St. Clair: Why, oh why, would I want to do that?

She poked him again, and Eric took another step back which Candace met with another step forward.

Candace St. Clair: Si jamais je me suis senti le besoin de partager mes pensées à propos de quoi que ce soit, je serais très certainement pas les partager avec quelqu'un comme vous. Go, before I make you eat that stupid microphone of yours!

And then she shoved him away, turned around and stormed off, no longer giving him any thought, all the while she was muttering curses to herself in French. She was perhaps a dozen steps into her stride when she was suddenly she was stopped once again, this time by York Champson.

He shoved her.

York Champson: Who the hell do you think you are?!

Candace looked him up and down with a half-amused/half-angry look on her face.

Candace St. Clair: Excuse moi? 

York Champson: He only wanted to get a few words from you. There’s no need for you to be a bitch about it! You know, I’ve known people like you a long time. People who think they can just walk all over everybody else, who think they can do what they want and damn the fucking consequences. A bully, that’s what you are!

He shoved her again.

York Champson: You’re not going to be bullying anyone else while I’m around, Candace. Consider that your first and only warning. Don’t fuck with me.

And with that the camera followed York as he walked away from the French-Canadian woman. A few seconds later and Candace cracked him over the head from behind with the compact mirror in her hand. He stumbled forward a few steps, pressing a hand against where the blow had landed but Candace was not done. She took him by the wrist and whipped him into the concrete wall face first and cracked him over the head once again with the mirror. He went down, and Candace watched him try to climb back up with an amused look on her face. He was on his knees when she grabbed him by the chin.

Candace St. Clair: Consider me warned.

And with that, she finished off with a superkick to the face of York Champson. La Petite Mort, as she calls it. The Little Death. Before the scene had ended, the camera was fixed on the fallen York as Candace walked away, her laughter filling the corridor.

Cut to Commercial

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Match#6

*Last Chance For Gold*
'Hot Shot' Sean Lorrenza Vs Marcus 'Lonestar' Slater

Match Writer: James Duffman

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Back from commercial, The scene switches back to the arena, where another shot of The #1 Hit-Maker himself reveals he's signing autographs and taking photos with fans. His associate claps on, encouraging another "JBC!" chant, which gets the desired result.

Matt Stone:....Again with this crap.

Amy Schumer: The following match is set for one fall, as part of the FSW Gold rush Tournament.

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: 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 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.

Amy Schumer: And his opponent. From Houston Texas. Weighing in at 285 pounds. Marcus 'Lonestar' Slater!

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.

The ref rings the bell, and both guys circle the ring and lock up. Lonestar gets the upperhand quickly, shoving Hot Shot back into the corner. Hot Shot shoves back though, and Lonestar takes a step back. Hot Shot runs at him and he looks for a clothesline, but Lorrenza ducks. J catces himself on the ropes and Lonestar comes at him. Hot Shot ducks forward and looks to dump Lonestar over the top rope, but Lonestar jumps over and lands perfectly on the ring apron. When Hot Shot turns, Lonestar meets him in the gut with a knee. He then looks for a vertical Suplex to the outside, but Hot Shot plants his feet and reverses it, sending Lonestar to the inside with a suplex of his own. He then goes to the corner, climbing to the second turnbuckle. When Lonestar gets to his feet, Hot Shot meets him with a dropkick from the second rope and Lonestar flies, Hot Shot hurries back to his feet.

Trey Parker: Both men want this win here.

Matt Stone: It's their last chance to claim to be the first. Of course the want it Trey!

Hot Shot pulls Lonestar to the center of the ring, then hits an elbow drop. He covers, but Lonestar kicks out right away. Hot Shot picks him up and whips him into the corner. He comes at Lonestar in the corner, but Lonestar sticks a foot up and boots Hot Shot in the face. Hot Shot steps back, holding his jaw, and Lonestar runs at him, hitting him with a running boot this time. He shouts something at the downed Hot Shot, who rolls onto his side. Lonestar leans forward and starts slapping Hot Shot in the back of the head, taunting him now, and the crowd boos loudly. Lonestar pulls Hot Shot to his feet, grabbing him by the hair. Lorrenza quickly lifts Lonestar and connects with a vertical suplex this time, and covers.:

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Trey Parker: Lonestar kicks out!

Matt Stone: Lonestar is a fighter, and he's not just gonna give it up.

Lonestar picks himself up and Hot Shot shoves him. When Lonestar comes back, Hot Shot meets him with a shot to the jaw, which knocks him down to one knee. Hot Shot then knees Lonestar in the jaw, sending him onto his back. Hot Shot walks over to the side of Lonestar and stomps on his ribs a few times. As Lonestar starts getting up, Hot Shot pulls him the rest of the way up, pulling him to the corner and slamming his head into the turnbuckle. Lonestar backs away, grabbing at his forehead, and Hot Shot pulls him back, slamming his head into it again. As Lonestar steps behind Hot Shot after that, Hot Shot turns and Lonestar connects with a spinning back fist, sending Lorrenza right to the mat. He covers and hooks a leg.

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Lonestar pounds on the mat in frustration and gets to his feet. He picks Lorrenza up and knees him in the stomach. Lorrenza nails a jab to Lonestar's jaw. Hot Shot then pushes Lonestar's head in between his legs and looks around.

Trey Parker: He's going for a piledriver...

Lorrenza lifts Lonestar up, but Lonestar has his wits about him and is able to hit Hot Shot with a couple right hands and knock his knee out from under him taking him off of his feet, giving Lonestar the upper hand now. Lonestar does hit the mat hard, but he rolls onto his back and gets to his feet rather quickly. He stands over the downed Hot Shot, saying some kind of insult that we can't hear.

Trey Parker: What's he saying?

Matt Stone: Dunno, don't care.

He picks Hot Shot up and plants him with a DDT. They both lie on the mat for a few seconds, collecting themselves. Lonestar is to his feet first though, and he picks Hot Shot up, setting him up for his finisher! Just before he can do it though, Hot Shot is able to trip him up. Hot Shot picks him up then and hits Lonestar with the Hot shot Drop. Cover!



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The ref rings the bell, this match is over.

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner...SEAN LORRENZA!

Trey Parker: Hot Shot wins, and goes on to the quarter finals.

Matt Stone: Pretty good match. In the end, Lonestar just wasn't good enough to take on Hot Shot.

Winner: Sean Lorrenza 

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We fade back from commercial, where we see Trey Parker and Matt Stone at the commentary desk.

Trey Parker: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. As you all seen, round one of the gold rush is done. With that said, all participants will be competing next week,as we cut down the remaining numbers. We're getting there Matt.

Matt Stone: Hell yeah. Very soon, we'll have ourselves a champion here, and you can believe he...hell or even she, will show why FSW is such a hot place to be.

Trey Parker: You said it Matt. Anyways ladies and gentlemen, our quarter finalists are Nigel Eubanks, Avery Barnes, Judah King, Krimzon Blaze, Dennis Clayton, Hunter, Sean Lorrenza, Bliss Adams, Rachel Russo, Candace St Clair, and Parker Van Peters.

Matt Stone: Eleven competitors. Kinda hard to make a good number with that.

Trey Parker: Yeah true. But As our boss said, it's mainly because of James Dawes recent call up to the BRAWL roster. So because of that, James Duffman even said that one of them will get an automatic bypass. 

Matt Stone: Well that sucks. Either way, two of our quarter finalists are in tonight's main event.

Trey Parker: That's right Matt. PVP VS Candace St. Clair. Matter Of fact, that's how we're going to find who gets the bypass. And that match, is next!

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The Parker Van Peters
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Candace St Clair

Segment Writer: Candace St. Clair/James Duffman

Match Writer: James Duffman

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Amy Schumer: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for tonight's main event. This match, is set for one fall.

"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.

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

Trey Parker: Well he seems to be in a more...serious mood tonight.

Matt Stone: Guy's been cut off. Candace is just the unlucky one to be the punching bag.

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 the opponent. From Montreal, Quebec, Canada. '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.

Trey Parker: This is a match I've been waiting for all night, Trey! Parker Van Peters versus Candace St. Clair...

Matt Stone: I know, right?! These two are going to be giants in this industry one day, you just see.

Suddenly, “War Machine” by Army of the Pharaohs blasted through the venue speakers, and the fans responded to the music with a thunderous roar of booing as the ‘Urban Legend’ Judah King emerged from the curtain dressed in an expensive suit. Across his shoulders he held the Easton Thunderstick that was his weapon of choice. He looked down the ramp at the two competitors in the ring who were looking back at him and gave them a little lopsided smirk, just before he made his way to the ring.

Trey Parker: Judah King? What's he doing here?!

And then, not long after, “Follow” by Breaking Benjamin replaced Judah King’s theme song, and out from the curtain came Dustin Edberg, followed by his client ‘Hot Shot’ Sean Lorrenza, both in their own expensive suits. Dustin shared a laugh with himself and smiled brightly at the two in the ring, even winking at one of them, presumably Candace. The two men then shared a look with one another before they too made their way down to the ring.

Trey Parker: First Judah King and now Sean Lorrenza and Dustin Edberg?! What the hell is going on?!

Matt Stone: Hell if I know, Trey! We'll just have to see what happens in the next few minutes!

The bell signalled the start of the match and both Candace and PVP were circling one another, their eyes fixed on the other with the occasional glance of Judah King and Sean Lorrenza who were watching the action from ringside. Suddenly they stopped in the middle of the ring and just stared at one another.

Trey Parker: And…and they’re just staring at each other.

Matt Stone: What are they doing? We're here to see some wrestling, not to see you stare at each other!

Suddenly, both Candace and PVP smiled brightly at one another, like they were bosom buddies. They each took steps forward and shook each other’s hand and then shared a hug. When they broke away from one another, Candace gestured for Judah to enter the ring and PVP did the same with Sean and Dustin. To say that the fans were not pleased with this outcome would have been an understatement.

Matt Stone: Wow…!

Trey Parker: The fans sure didn’t expect this when they bought their tickets. PVP and Candace St. Clair…Judah King, Sean Lorrenza and Dustin Edberg. They’re all are acting like they’re…like they’re friends!

Candace hugged Judah and PVP shook Sean’s hand and then Dustin’s before turning and doing the same and shaking the other’s hand with smiles all around. The cameras closest to them could catch what some of them were saying. “They thought we were going to fight,” said PVP to Judah and Dustin with a tone of someone who had played a prank on someone. “What idiots!”

Candace also had something to say. “Proférer des imbéciles, mais que peut-on attendre de gens qui vivent ici?” She then turned to one of the cameras. “We got you!” she said smugly. “We got you.”

Matt Stone: I have no idea what you just said but yeah…sure, you got us!

As soon as the hugs and handshakes were over and done with, the four men (and woman) lined up side by side with their backs to the ring entrance, and raised their arms to the booing crowds in apparent victory. But the chorus of boos suddenly became a chorus of cheers when York Champson swiftly emerged from the entrance and darted towards the ring. He slid through the ropes and made a direct beeline toward the woman who had attacked him earlier. One Candace St. Clair.

York cracked her from behind, much like she had done earlier in the night, and he then threw down onto the mat, fully intent on taking his pound of flesh from her by pounding her in the face while she was down.

Trey Parker: York Champson! York’s in the ring and he’s kicking Candace’s ass!

Matt Stone: Guy want’s payback after what Candace did to him earlier!

Trey Parker: You bet your sweet ass he does!

Candace protected herself from York’s onslaught, but he was able to get a few good shots in before Judah cracked him across the shoulders with his thunderstick and then was pulled off the French-Canadian by the other three men in the ring. PVP held onto York’s arms tightly, Judah was near enough strangling him with his weapon while Sean punched him in the face repeatedly while Candace climbed back to her feet and then joined in on the beating, kicking York in the abdomen a couple of times.

Matt Stone: Whoops! Now it’s York who’s getting his ass kicked. I bet he never thought about the other guys in that ring with Candace before he shot over there.

Trey Parker: Come on! It’s four on one! And Dustin Edberg’s in there directing traffic!

Sean told the other two men to let go of him just before he lifted York high above his shoulders, rotated slightly and then dropped him flat on his face with the Fatal Fall. The others laughed at the way York’s head hit the mat, and then Judah handed PVP his thunderstick before picking York up to his feet and landing the Dead and Gone.

Trey Parker: A Fatal Fall from Lorrenza and then Dead and Gone from Judah King.

Matt Stone: York’s getting slaughtered in there!

Candace was next, picking York up and hit him with the Kickstart my Heart, tossing him back to the mat with the straitjacket German suplex. PVP handed Judah back his thunderstick just before he himself got in on the action and hit York with a devastating SWAGplex Mark II.

Trey Parker: I…I can’t watch this.

Matt Stone: I can!

All five of them stood in a circle around the fallen York Champson, smiling and laughing as they admired their handiwork just before they went back to the hugs and handshakes they all shared earlier.

Suddenly, Homegrown by Lynyrd Skynyrd plays, as James Duffman, Eric Compton, and a small fleet of security guards walk from backstage. James Duffman, for once, doesn't havea drink or a cigar in hand, which means he's very much pissed off.

James Duffman: CUT THE MUSIC! What the F$%^ is going on here?

In the ring, everyone standing looks very cocky, and just smirks at James.

James Duffman: Should have known something like this would happen. However, I promised these people a main event between Candace St. Clair and Parker Van Peters, and that's what they will get. the rest of you, get out of the building and stay out.

Candace requests a mic.

Candace: Qui pensez-vous que vous êtes fatman. you just saw what we did to this poor, unfortunate soul. We run this place.

James Duffman: Yeah nice try, but no. see I am the one who runs FSW, and unless I decide so, that ain't changing. Plus, don't you two want to see who would be getting an automatic bypass?

Candace's smirk drops, and then look s at PVP. the two begin to discuss something.

James Duffman: Be lucky that I'm still considering it. Now this match is going to happen. Otherwise, all of you, who have all successfully managed to get into the second round, will forfeit your spots. and you can forget about trying to argue, because on top of that, all of you, will be fired.

The heels in the ring look very pissed off. Parker grabs the mic from Candace.

Parker: You can't do this to us! without us, FSW would suffer. Just wait until I get my lawyers involved.

James Duffman: Oh you mean your family Lawyer. go ahead. Oh wait, you were cut off. There's nothing any of you idiots can do. Now what is it? Fight, or flight? I've laid down what's going to happen if you don't.

All the heels are very pissed off. Reluctantly, Dustin Edberg tells them to just get on with it. Sean, Judah, and Dustin leave the ring, and head up to the rap. Judah was about to go and attack Duffman, but was taken down by one of the guards. The rest of them grabbed the others, and handcuffed them.

James Duffman: You chose wise. Now get these dumbasses out of Duffman's sight. Try anything from here on out, and I'll make sure that you all will regret it. I may not be a wrestler, but I can still wreck you. Ref, ring the bell.

the security team all escorted the three out. Duffman and Compton following. The ref slid back into the ring.

Trey Parker And here we....GO!

Matt Stone: Awesome joker impersonation.

The bell sounds and Parker slaps the taste clean out of Candace’s mouth. Candace smirks, as she feels her face near mouth checking for blood as Parker moves in quickly, cornering. Parker belts her in the face again and then starts pounding her down with his fist, just wailing away on her like she owes him money.

Trey Parker: Parker Van Peters is taking no prisoner tonight.

Matt Stone: He's legit pissed. Hell both of them are.

The crowd reacts with boos and revulsion as they watch Parker just pound this much smaller opponent down into the mat, hammering away with his fist like she’s the last railroad spike left before the train can come through and his fist is the hammer driving it home. Candace tries to get her hands up but she eats shot after shot, drawing blood from left eyebrow, bottom lip and her nose as well. Parker keeps at it, showing his physical dominance as the crowd boos him down

Matt Stone: Oh come on people. He's just doing his F#$%ing job.

Trey Parker: Language Matt. Kids are watching.

Matt Stone: Yeah so what. They also watch a certain F#$%ing show we created. You know...SOUTH PARK!

Trey Parker: Fair point.

Parker hammers her down even more and Candace tries to crawl away. Parker moves his leg in front of her path and Candace drills him in the balls. As the crowd groans at the sight, Parker starts to double over in pain. Candace grabs him by the package and starts firing off forearm shots, blasting him rapidfire until he starts bleeding as well. Candace hits him again and again and again and again and again finishing it by releasing her grip and kicking him very hard, right in the abdomen. As Parker doubles over in agony, Candace pulls him down into an inside cradle.

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Parker and Candace get to their feet and Parker goes for a big clothesline. Candace ducks and runs for the far ropes. Parker turns around and she catches him with a springboard twisting crossbody block.

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Trey Parker: What a series of reversals.

Matt Stone: That looked like some freaky F%^&ing going on. I'm down with that.

Candace knees him in the stomach again and rolls out under the bottom rope. Parker staggers up coughing, looking around as Candace stands up outside the ropes. Parker turns to face her and Candace springboards up, catching him for a hurricanrana. Parker sits up in shock and dazed pain as Candace runs to the ropes, rebounds back and hits a double-footed dropkick to knock him back down. She hops up and hits a standing moonsault for a cover.

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Matt Stone: Ya See Trey. That right there....That's why this guy's a future champ.

Trey Parker: Still, Candace one woman that you don't want to mess around with.

Matt Stone: I would...Just to say I've hit that kinda...Woman at least once.

Candace mounts Parker and starts to wail on him with her fists. Parker knees her in the back and then rolls her over into a sort of victory roll type pin.

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Candace rolls back and hits another dropkick to knock Parker down. She runs to the ropes, jumps for a hurricanrana. Parker rolls out of the way but Candace manages to lands on her feet. She turns and runs to the opposite ropes as Parker gets back up to his feet. Candace goes for a quebrada again and Parker catches her in mid air for a snap powerslam. Parker hooks the leg.

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Matt Stone: Well no mercy's being shown here.

Trey Parker: Is that sympathy I hear.

Matt Stone: Not a F$%^ing chance Trey.

Parker drags Candace up and hits a quick powerbomb before going to the corner. Candace lies on the mat with the crowd going crazy as Parker ascends to the top. The crowd starts waving him off as Candace starts to stand back up. Parker leaps off, looking for the top rope clothesline but Candace drops to her knees letting him fly right over her. Parker crashes to the mat and Candace runs up, and catches him with Kickstart My Heart.

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The ref rings the bell, this match is over.

Winner: Candace St. Clair

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner. CANDACE ST. CLAIR.

Trey Parker: Awesome Main Event Matt.

Matt Stone: Agreed Trey. But you know those two aren't happy to be fighting this match.

Trey Parker: Yeah but something big was on the line, along with their careers if they went against Duffman, so really, there was no choice in the matter.

Matt Stone: Suppose not.

Trey Parker: Well that's it for tonight everyone. tune in next time, as we find out who will advance to the semi finals of our Gold Rush Tournament. goodnight Ladies and Gentlemen!

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QUICK RESULTS RECAP

Dennis Clayton DEFEATED York champson
Krimzon Blaze DEFEATED Aiden Hall
Judah King DEFEATED Jonathan Blade
Avery Barnes DEFEATED Drake Alexi
Bliss Adams DEFEATED Jakob Mayhem
'Hot Shot' Sean Lorrenza DEFEATED Marcus 'Lonestar' Slater
Candace St. Clair DEFEATED THE Parker Van Peters