FSW#4 August 30th 2015 in Burlington Vermont

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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#4
August 30th 2015

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

Brought to you by Under Armour, Sony and Dr Pepper

Live at the Gutterson Field House in Burlington Vermont, on August 30th, 2015

Future Stars Of Wrestling
August 30th, 2015
Live at the Gutterson Field House in Burlington Vermont
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 Gutterson Field House in Burlington Vermont.

Trey Parker: Listen to this crowd, right here from Burlington Vermont. Welcome to FSW ladies and gentlemen.

Matt Stone: Why are we in this backwater town again?

Trey Parker: I wouldn't go that far Matt.

Matt Stone: Trust me, it is.

Trey Parker: Either way, we continue toward glory, as tonight is round 2 of the FSW gold rush.

Matt Stone: And next show, two triple threat matches to determine the finalists.

Trey Parker: Then later on, we have a steel cage match in our main event, when Candace St Clair, takes on York Champson. But first, we start off tonight with some tag team action.

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Match#1

Jakob Mayhem & Damien Cross

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Johnathan Blade & 'Unstable' Drake Alexi

Match Writer: James Duffman

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Amy Schumer: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's opening match, is a tag team match, set for one fall.

Born in a burial gown by cradle of filith plays, as Jakob Mayhem comes 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: Introducing first. From Death Valley. Weighing in at 320 pounds. Jakob Mayhem.

Trey Parker: By logic, Mayhem is the biggest threat to the opposing team, considering he's a very strong individual.

Matt Stone: Yeah, well logic don't mean sh#t.

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: "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!!!!!"

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 ((Viva Randy Orton)) 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.

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 their opponents. First, from Phoenix Arizona. Weighing in at 251 pounds. Jonathan Blade!

"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.

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!

Amy Schumer: And his tag team partner. From San Antonio Texas. Weighing in at 237 pounds. 'Unstable' Drake Alexi!

Both teams confer with themselves over who will start. Finally Blade steps out on to the apron and across the ring Cross does the same. Drake and Mayhem start circling each other in the ring, Mayhem letting a flow of profanity flow Drake's direction, Drake makes the first move and judo tosses Mayhem down to the mat! Drake quickly jumps on him and starts pelting Mayhem in the face with closed hands! Mayhem tries to block the blows and eventually the ref drags Drake off and gives him a warning.

Trey Parker: Drake Alexi is like a world on fire tonight!

Matt Stone: Well he is called Unstable for a fricken reason Trey!

Drake pushes past the ref to where Mayhem is recovering, he wastes no time nailing Mayhem in the face with a discus punch. Mayhem stumbles back into the turnbuckle and slumps down, Drake jumps up onto the first ropes and starts punching Mayhem full on in the face again while the crowd counts it off!

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Mayhem finally snaps to and hoists Drake up by his tights, with a running start he slams Drake down in the center ring with a thunderous powerbomb. With Drake down, Mayhem proceeds to stomp him several times in the chest...and then starts grinding his big boot into Drake's eyes! Once again the referee tries to take control, but Mayhem shoves him off, only to find himself under attack from Blade Blade! Blade slams a hard forarm into Mayhem's head, sending him stumbling. Drake recovers while Blade is pushed back to the outside again by the irate ref.

Trey Parker: Both teams are gonna risk a DQ here.

Matt Stone: Seems so at this rate.

In the ring Drake and Mayhem are exchanging right handed punches, sensing he is losing, Drake ducks under and grabs Mayhem by the waist, slamming him down into a german suplex! He hoist him up and does it again! And one final time, but this time taking him back in an atomic drop! Drake quickly locks in an Indian Deathlock on Mayhem, causing the big man to scream in pain and pound the mat with his fists! When things look like they'll be over quick, Cross drops in with a flying press from the nearest turnbuckle onto both men, breaking the lock!

Trey Parker: Get him out of there!

Matt Stone: The hell you talking about? This is awesome Trey.

Blade once again jumps into the ring and assaults Cross! The two tumble out of the ring while Mayhem and Drake pick up the pieces inside. Mayhem moves first, trying for a spike DDT, but Drake blocks it with a kick to the gut and rolls him up in a small package!

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Mayhem breaks free! And now pissed he throws an ill advised right arm, once again Drake ducks and drops him with a lariat to the throat! Drake takes the arm of the downed opponent and locks in a cross armbar, only to have Mayhem quickly get a foot on the ropes. Once again the ref pulls Drake off, and finally he makes his way to his corner and makes the first tag of the match to Blade!

Trey Parker: And the crowd is going nuts after the hot tag!

Matt Stone: YEEEAHHHH BUDDY! Business is about to pick up!

Steven's explodes into the ring, slamming hard rights and lefts into Mayhem's torso! On the apron Cross is practically begging for the tag, but Blade whips Mayhem the opposite way and nearly takes his head off with the spinning lariat on the return! Blade repels off the third rope and hits a moonsault on Mayhem, hooking the leg!

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Trey Parker: Damn. That was close.

Mayhem manages to weakly chuck Blade off him. Blade jumps up and perches on the nearest turnbuckle, awaiting the perfect time to strike.

As Mayhem stumbles up, he doesn't see Blade behind him, Blade jumps and and grabs Mayhems head, slamming him back down with a flying bulldog! Blade rolls up, pleased with himself and playing to the fans! He walks over the down Mayhem and locks him in a Surfboard submission! Once again Mayhem is trapped and once again Cross breaks up the submission, but this time with just a hard knee drop to Steven's face! Both men roll free, and Mayhem manages to trout flop over to his corner and tag in Cross! Cross hops the turnbuckle and comes down with a Leg Drop...but finds only canvas.

Matt Stone: Crash and BURN!

Trey Parker: You said it.

Somewhere on the apron Drake is laughing. Blade rolls free and both men manage to stand back up at the same time, the shove into each other, both jawing off and going eye to eye....finally all hell breaks loose and punches start flying! Cross takes the quick upper hand and slams Blade to the mat with a Norther Lights Suplex! Blade is quickly back up but gets slammed down again with a DDT! Cross backs off, sizing him up and charges the recovering Blade. But Blade sees it coming, and ducks, before dropkicking Cross into Mayhem, knocking Mayhem to the floor. Cross gets up, only to be hit with the Blade Breaker! Cover.



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

Amy Schumer: Here are your winners. Jonathan Blade and Drake Alexi.

Trey Parker: Well that was an explosive match.

Matt Stone: Multiple explosive personalities will do that. Now the bar's been set for now on what the rest of the show will look like.

Trey Parker: No kidding.

We cut to a shot where Mayhem is, and it looks like he had landed very awkwardly on his fall. The ref is checking on him.

Trey Parker: What's going on here?
The ref calls for medics to come down. They do, and help Mayhem up, who seems to be in pain from his left shoulder. They help him to the back.

Winners: Jonathan Blade and Drake Alexi

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Backstage

Segment Writer: James Duffman

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We come back from commercial, immediately backstage, where in the office of James Duffman, we see him smoking a cigar. He looks at the camera, somewhat surprised.

James Duffman: Oh hey. I hope you all are enjoying tonight's show.

The crowd loudly pops, and James smiles.

James Duffman; Now I want to keep this tournament as fair as possible. Sadly because of developments on the last show, i have to step in to make sure that things run smoothly. Don't get me wrong, very soon, we will have an FSW champion. But it can only be done the right way. Therefor, should anyone interfere in the matches, and I'm not talking about the people who decided to come together and call themselves 'Elite'...said offending person will face an indefinite suspension, without pay.

The crowd pops, but not quite as loud as before.

James Duffman: However, since Duffman has this feeling that the 'Elite' isn't going to listen...If THEY interfere in the matches...They will be fined twenty thousand dollars each, and they will all immediately will be fired. Not just from FWS, but everything EWC related. Some may call this move harsh, Duffman calls it showing those maggots who's the boss.

The crowd pops oce again, as duffman goes back to smoking his cigar.

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Match#2

Dennis ClaytonVSKrimson Blaze

Match Writer: James Duffman

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Matt Stone: Well...shit.

Trey Parker: He did what he felt was needed to be done to keep this tournament legit.

"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: The following is set for one fall, as part of the FSW Gold Rush Tournament. Introducing first. From Toledo Ohio. Weighing at 185 pounds. DENNIS CLAYTON!

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: His opponent. From Detroit Michigan. Weighingin at 215 pounds. KRIMZON BLAZE!

Matt Stone: I find it ironic that the heavier guy is the high flying type.

Trey Parker: Doesn't matter Matt. Doesn't matter.

The bell rings as the two competitors circle around each other. As Blaze completes the full circle, Clayton begins to laugh and then slaps Blaze in the face. The fans fill the arena with "ooohhhh's" as Krimzon Blaze stands in the center of the ring with a look of shock on his face, the rage building up inside. 

Trey Parker: This is gonna suck for Clayton.

Matt Stone: You kidding me? He lives for this stuff.

Blaze then attempts to lock up with Clayton, but Clayton just steps backwards and waves his hand in the air towards Blaze as he starts to laugh once again. Clayton, being the ass he is, turns his back towards his opponent, and Krimzon Blaze proves that he is fed up with the games as he delivers a boot to the back of Clayton. Krimzon Blaze then continues the offense as he lands lefts and rights to the back of Clayton, sending him fleeing towards the corner.

Trey Parker: Krimzon Blaze is fired up!

Matt Stone: Well sh#t, wouldn't you want to win?

Once in the corner, Blaze goes to work on Clayton, kneeing the man in his midsection. Krimzon Blaze then climbs up to the second rope and starts to go to town on him. The fans begin to count in unison as he delivers the crushing blows.

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That's all though as Clayton counters the shots to the head as he lowers his shoulder and sends Blaze flying halfway across the ring. Blaze bounces back up from Clayton's counter though and heads towards the turnbuckle with a full head of steam and goes for an elbow shot to the head. Clayton is one step ahead of him though, and he dodges the flying elbow shot, which leaves Blaze stunned near the turnbuckles.

Trey Parker: Dennis Clayton is in control.

Matt Stone: Now THIS is the kind of wrestling I wanted to see.

Clayton quickly senses that momentum is shifting and he runs to the turnbuckle, he connects with a shot to the head of Blaze and adds a few more which leaves him dazed. Clayton then performs an Irish whip which sends Krimzon Blaze to the opposite turnbuckle. Clayton then follows that up with a flying reverse elbow smash, which connects to Blaze's face and sends him falling to the mat. Clayton quickly steps over the body of Blaze, and starts to taunt the fallen man. Clayton then lifts Blaze to his knees and hammers him in the back a few times with crushing blows. Clayton then sets Blaze up for a powerbomb and tosses his hands in the air to taunt the fans which causes the fans to fill the arena with boos. Clayton then attempts to hoist Blaze up, but he counters and performs a desperation back body drop, which causes the fans to fill the arena with cheers! 

Trey Parker: Awesome counter.

Matt Stone: The crowd is eating this up!

Clayton slowly gets up from that, only for Blaze to tackle him down, and starts to wail on Clayton. Blaze tries to cover up but Clayton drives some elbows in his face. Clayton rises to his feet and runs toward him and he catches him and swings him around...Tornado DDT!! Cover on Blaze

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Both men try to get up and tie up. Krimzon Blaze with a Snap Suplex! He goes right back on the attack and lifts him up in another suplex, and drops him on his back and mounts him for some punches. Clayton uses a headbutt out of desperation, gets Blaze off of him, and quickly gets out of the ring. He circles around the ring, but he never takes his eyes off him. Clayton gets in slowly, but Blaze rushes into him and he drops the rope and falls to the floor. Clayton follows suit, and he Irish whips Krimzon Blaze into the steel steps and they come apart. he grabs his shoulder in pain. Clayton slides him into the ring and goes for the cover.

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Trey Parker: Dennis Clayton will need more then that to finish off Krimzon Blaze.

Matt Stone: Plenty which he has.

Krimzon Blaze sits up and locks eyes on Clayton. He gets up and charges to him, but Clayton catches him with a quick jab, and Blaze falls to the mat. He quickly kips up, leaving Clayton in shock. Clayton charges at him and Blaze catches him with a kick to the gut, quickly followed into a knee facebuster. He then follows that up 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: Now that was a hard hitting match.

Matt Stone: Hell yeah it was.

Trey Parker: Krimzon Blaze is the first to advance to the semi finals.

Winner: Krimzon Blaze

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Backstage

Segment Writer: @livingdeadkarl

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Backstage, where our scene now manifests itself, we are treated to an interview between FSW interviewer, Eric Compton, and one of the latest acquisitions to the FSW, a potential future star of wrestling, Jerry Slickness!

Eric Compton: Folks, we're here backstage with the young rookie Jerry Slickness, who we all saw at the last show taking in the action alongside the fans - and a very special guest in the one of the greats of this sport in Johnny Bonecrusher. Now, you were both spectators then, and at FSW #5 you'll be making your debut in the ring, but tell us, besides being given that cane there by the legend himself, what's your relation with The Johnny?

Jerry strokes at his chin and nods as Ace's true words. He slowly removes his shades to look Ace right in the eye, both if he gets time! He twirls the cane in the air, catching it out of the air with a decidedly confident swipe. Tapping it in Ace's direction, Jerry clears his throat, ready to honour him with his eloquence.

Jerry Slickness: Eric Compton, thou art, from the start, direct, fact-checked, correct. My association with that institution, is a situation mired in obfuscation. But barring backlash by bellowing braggadocio, lips are left not loose but learn-ed, lest they might make of me a monkey, mostly.

Ace is having a difficult time keeping up with the prose and alliteration. So is everyone else listening, probably.

Eric Compton: Uh, I'm a bit, uh-

Jerry Slickness: Taken aback, jaw slacked, want to give me flack? Understandable. Relatable. But talking normally, oh, Ace Heart, I am most capable. To sum up what's been asked of me, I reply quite simply: my relation to Johnny Bonecrusher, that's a story for another day. No rhyming needed; fact is more than enough. Another fact: the next time FSW comes to your town, ladies and germs, Jerry Slickness will kill with the quickness! My skills allow me top grades, my rhymes I deliver in spades, and my future's so bright...

Jerry slowly places his sunglasses back on.

Jerry Slickness: I gotta wear shades!

He flashes a toothy grin devoid of arrogance but rather with a twist of confidence. He then strolls off, twirling his cane deftly.

Whether said confidence is ill-placed or not will have to be seen at Future Stars of Wrestling #5!

Eric Compton: Well you heard him folks. Back to you guys, Trey.

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Match#3

The Parker Van PetersVSHunter

Match Writer: James Duffman

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

"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 you heard what Duffman said earlier. No interference in the matches will be tolerated.

Matt Stone: He's a Totalarian man. Not cool.

Trey Parker: He's looking out for everyone's interests. Besides, you said you would love to be his drinking buddy.

Matt Stone: THAT'S what's wrong. he hasn't had any booze today, making him miserable.

Trey Parker: Ugh.

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 shit
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

Amy Schumer: And his opponent. Residing in Brooklyn New York. Weighing in at 163 pounds. HUNTER!

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.

The bell rings and both men circle each other, and then lock up. Hunter hits a knee to PVP’s stomach and shoots him off to the turnbuckle. He runs to the turnbuckle, but gets caught with a boot by PVP. PVP runs and hits a bulldog, then goes to Hunter’s legs and locks in a single leg crab.

Trey Parker: And right now, Hunter is really in trouble here. He needs to get to the ropes.

Matt Stone: Wow, real insightful there Trey. Come on Parker Van Peters! Put this guy out!

But with a show of great leg strength, he flips PVP with the leg locked in the single leg crab. Hunter gets up and hits several clotheslines on PVP, and then he sends him to the ropes and lifts him up. Then, Hunter throws him in the air and hits a cutter on PVP!

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Hunter goes to pick up PVP, but gets a thumb to the eye. PVP picks up Hunter and hits him with a belly to back suplex. PVP locks in a surfboard stretch. Hunter though, begins to fight out of it and eventually gets out of it altogether. Hunter follows that up with several slams followed by a delayed suplex.

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Hunter sends PVP into the ropes, but PVP ducks under the clothesline and hits a backbreaker. He goes back to Hunter’s leg and lifts it up in the air before slamming down to the mat. He repeats this several times. He then locks in a Texas cloverleaf.

Trey Parker: Much as I don't like his attitude....This is a good strategy to use.

Matt Stone: No sh#t, Sherlock

Hunter fights to get to the ropes, and does. PVP is forced to break the hold. While he argues with the ref, Hunter sneaks in a low blow! Hunter then rolls up PVP.

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Hunter sends PVP to the ropes and hits a big boot. After several elbow drops, Hunter locks in a sleeper hold. PVP eventually gets to his feet and hits a jawbreaker. PVP then hits bridging German Suplex.

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PVP waits for Hunter to get to his feet, and then he hits him with a roaring elbow. PVP goes to the top rope and hits an Elbow Drop.

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Hunter gets to one knee before PVP hits him with a Shining Wizard. PVP picks up Hunter and goes for the SwagPlex Mark II, but Hunter slips out. He turns PVP around and hits a massive spinebuster.

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The crowd is going nuts for this match. Hunter patiently waits, as PVP gets up with the help of a corner. Hunter runs at him, but PVP pulls a ref i the way, but Hunter stops himself before hitting the ref. PVP takes the momentary distraction to hit a roll up

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Trey Parker: That was disgusting. The ref should demand compensation.

Matt Stone: But he wasn't hit, so invalid, bitch!

PVP argues with the referee about the count. The ref even threatens to disqualify him. PVP almost strikes the ref, but is turned around, and hit with a clothesline that almost turns him inside out. Hunter then picks PVP up, and places PVP on the top rope corner. PVP manages to kick Hunter off of him, and leaps off, only for Hunter to hit the Hunter Awakes. The crowd pops loudly, as he goes for the cover.

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

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner....HUNTER!

Trey Parker: Hunter picks up the big win, and is one step closer to being the champ.

Matt Stone: He's got a big legacy to live up to. Question is, will he be able to?

Winner: Hunter

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Match#4

Avery BarnesVS'Hot Shot' Sean Lorrenzza

Match Writer: James Duffman

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The arena lights dim as the opening beats of the song Q.U.E.E.N, 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. 

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.

Amy Schumer: The following is set for one fall, as part of the FSW Gold Rush Tournament. Introducing first. From Portland Oregon. Avery Barnes!

Matt Stone: Damn. She can bake me a cake any day!

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 Amy Schumer brings the microphone up to her lips.

Amy Schumer: Her 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.

Trey Parker: Now's a good time for the so called Elite to get a real advantage.

Matt Stone: According to them, one of them winning the title is a foregone f%cking conclusion.

The bell rings, and they tie up. Sean sees and opening, and he quickly has Avery by her hair as he twirls her around like a play thing, going from post to post smashing her face into the turnbuckle with ferocity. The crowd isn't really enjoying his style or choice of moves, but he keeps it up, messing with her and damaging her at the same time. But seeing a time span to attack after Sean is about to bash her into another turnbuckle, Avery raises her foot to the buckle, stopping the attack, and reverses it by grabbing hold of the back of his neck, running up the buckle and completing a devastating facebuster bouncing Sean's head off the mat!

Trey Parker: Beautiful!

Matt Stone: Which you talking about? The girl or the move?

Trey Parker: HAHA you got me there!

She goes for the cover, the ref counts it down!

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Avery tries for another cover, but Sean socks her in the jaw as she goes in for the pin, and makes her stagger against the ropes. He then gets to his feet, and socks her again in the same place! The punches are vicsious! Avery looks to be really out of it. Sean then elbows her in the chest, throws her to the ropes for a rebound move, but when she comes back she has regained sense, and kicks him in the face with a roundhouse kick! He falls on his back. She goes for a second pin.

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Trey Parker: That could have sent anyone into dreamland.

Matt Stone: Wouldn't mind if she sent me there. Not quite like that though.

She thrusts Sean up and gives him a flurry of punches to his face, she continues wailing upon him. She goes for a big clothesline, but Sean ducks, scoops Avery up, and goes for the HSD. But she counters into the Goodnight Kiss!

Sean tries to reach of the ropes, but Avery has him centered in the ring. He hasno choice, but to tap out. The ref rings the bell.

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner, by Submission....Avery Barnes

Trey Parker: And there goes Hot Shot.

Matt Stone: That was a very quick match. Guess Hot Shot wasn't hot afterall.

Winner By submission: Avery Barnes.

The camera stays on Sean Lorrenzza, as he is livid. He angrily walks backstage. He is joined by PVP, Candace St Clair and Dustin Edberg. Sean kicks a wall, just as Rachel Russo is passing by.

Sean Lorrenzza: The hell do you want?

Rachel Russo: Just heading to the ring mate. And tough luck.

Sean, being already pissed off, smirks when he looks at his teammates, and attacks Rachel. She's able to fight him off, but the rest of the 'Elite' comes in and begins to beat her down. Once she's on the ground, they all stomp away at her, before picking her up, and slamming her head against the wall. She has a bit of blood coming out of her head now. They all back away, but Candace St Clair punts her in the temple, before hitting one last stomp on her.

Sean Lorrenzza: How's that for tough luck? Especially since Judah's waiting for you.

They all laugh, and leave Rachel on the floor, where she was semi conscious.

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Match#5

Judah KingVSRachel Russo

Match Writer: James Duffman

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Trey Parker: Well what we just saw backstage was not cool man. an assault on a woman, just because she was there.

Matt Stone: She opened her mouth, plus she still has to go against yet another person from the 'Elite'.

Trey Parker: Well we just heard that Rachel Russo wants to compete. So she better be okay.

Matt Stone: She's f%cked.

Amy Schumer: The Following contests is set for one fall, as part of the FSW gold Rush tournament.

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: Introducing at this time, 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 niggas 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"

Oh Yeah! by the Subways plays. Rachel comes out, but is clearly showing thatshe shouldn't even be fighting. she gingerly walks to the ring looking quite dazed.

Amy Schumer: And his opponent. From London England. RACHEL RUSSO!

The ref rings the bell to start this match. Rachel Russo stumbles for a second, before face planting hard on the mat. Seeing an opportunity, Judah covers.

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Reluctantly, the ref calls for the bell.

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner...Judah King.

Trey Parker : Well thank the f%cking elite for their bullsh#t.

Matt Stone: Rachel messed with them, and paid the price.

Winner: Judah King 

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Backstage

Segment Writer: James Duffman

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Backstage, we see James Duffman, with the 'Elite'. Behind him are about five security guards, and a couple police officers.

James Duffman: What did Duffman tell you bitches earlier? DO...NOT...F%CKING...INTERFERE WITH THE MATCHES!

Edberg: Yeah yeah. It's not like we actually you know....did interfere. It was before the match took place. So suck it Duffman.

James Dufman takes a drag of his cigar, and blows it in Dustin Edberg's face.

James Duffman: Don't forget who you work for. That's me. Now the way I see it, the Elite, you guys have lost all chances to comepte for the world title, except for Candace. Here. Well guess what candace. You're going to bear the brnt of this group's punishment, as your spot's on the line in the main event.

Candace looks shocked, as the crowd pops.

James Duffman: As for the rest of you guys, you're banned from the building.

The crowd pops again, and the rest of the 'Elite' gets very pissed off.

PVP: You can't do this to us!

James Duffman: I certainly can. And mommy and daddy ain't gonna bail non of you bitches out ever! Now you guys leave, or you will be placed under arrest.

Candace paces a bit between everyone, a quite pissed off. After a minute, though, she sighs, and waves Duffman off.

Candace: Très bien alors. We'll comply. Not like it matters.

The 'Elite' nods, before the security guards escorts all but Candace out. Candace leaves in a different direction, possibly heading to the ring.

James Duffman:....F%CK!

Suddenly, we see Bliss Adams approach James Duffman. The crowd has gone silent in anticipation.

Bliss Adams: You wanted to see me?

James Duffman: Yeah bliss. I know you were supposed to be scheduled to face Nigel Eubanks tonight. As you know, He's part of the BRAWL roster now. Tried to convince him to still fight for the FSW title, but he declined.so duffman reluctantly says that you're going on to the next round.

Bliss Adams: Cool.

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STEEL CAGE GRUDGE MATCH

Candace St Clair

VS

York Champson

Match Writer: James Duffman

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We cut back from commercial break, where we see Trey Parker and Matt stone, both drinking a sprite. They then get back into professional mode, and look at the camera.

Trey Parker: I don't know about you Matt, but next week looks to be awesome.

Matt Stone: Yeah, we just got word that next week's semi-finals will be determined with two...that's right...TWO...Triple threat matches. And the winners...well they face off in the following show to determine who will be, the FSW champion.

Trey Parker: Those who've made it to the semi-finals are Krimzon Blaze, Hunter, Avery Barnes, Bliss Adams, and Judah King.

Matt Stone: You forgetting anyone?

Trey Parker: Nope. You just saw why.

Amy Schumer: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time for tonight's Main event. This is a Steel Cage match,where the winner is determined by pinfall, submission, or cage escape. And it is part, of the FSW Gold Rush Tournament!

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: Introducing at this time, 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.

Trey Parker: You heard right by Amy everyone. If Candace loses, York takes her spot in the tournament.

Matt Stone: Another bullsh#t move made by Duffman.

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: And Her Opponent. From Greensboro North Carolina. Weighing in at 208 pounds. YORK CHAMPSON!

The cage is lowered and locked. On the outside, the ref calls for the bell to be rung. Candace smirks, and begins to taunt York Champson, picking on him due to the beatdown she gave him last week.

Trey Parker: You want to know what Candace reminds me of right now Matt?

Matt Stone: What?

Trey Parker: One of those idiots who taunt a bull with a red sheet. York of course, being the bull.

True to what Trey just mentioned, did the very bullheaded move, and charged right at Candace. Candace side stepped him, while also grabbed him and tossing him into the cage wall.

Matt Stone: Hey Trey, somebody better pick up the phone.

Trey Parker: Why, because I called it?

Matt Stone: HAHA yes indeed.

York is dazed for a second, but they tie up quickly. York wins it, and hiptosses Candace to the ground, before getting in a couple stomps in. He goes to pick her up, but she hits a low blow on him.

Trey and Matt: OOOH!

The crowd boos, as Candace reaches in her boot, and grabs a pair of handcuffs. She wraps the loops around one of her knuckles, before hitting York with La Petite Mort. She then mounts him, and punches
his head with the wrapped knuckle, until he bleeds.

Trey Parker: The 'Elite' Will pay for all their crimes.

Matt Stone: They don't care what happens to anyone, and I like that style.

She then takes off the handcuffs from her knuckle, and hooks one look around York's wrist, before hooking him to the bottom rope. Candace then continues to mock York, as she slowly climbs the cage. She scales the wall, and even takes time to smack her ass in mockery, as the crowd boos. She then touches the outside floor, and the ref rings the bell.

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner...Candace St Clair.

Winner by escape: Candace St Clair. 

Candace grabs a steel chair from underneath the ring, as the ref unlocks the cage. She follows in, and goes to smack York wit the chair. But the ref takes the chair, onyl to receive a low blow, and a smack across the back from Candace, and the steel chair.

Trey Parker: This is an OUTRAGE!

Matt Stone: If You're so pissed off, do something!

Trey Parker: I will!

Trey rips off his headset, just as Candace keeps smacking the helpless York champson in. The crowd pops as James Duffman, Hunter, Krimzon Blaze, Avery Barnes, and a few security guards run down. Trey getshis headset back on, as they all get in through the unlocked door, and James immediately takes the chair away. Candace smacks him.

Matt Stone: She got him good there!

James Duffman gets in Candace's face, but it's Avery Barnes who punches Candace Across the face. Afew of the security guards grab her, as they take her away. As she is dragged up the ramp kicking and screaming, the FSW logo appears.

Trey Parker: Finally, justice is served. I'm Trey Parker and he's Matt stone, see you next time on FSW!

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SEE YOU NEXT TIME IN

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QUICK RESULTS RECAP

Jonathan Blade and Drake Alexi DEFEATED Damien Cross and Jakob Mayhem
Krimzon Blaze DEFEATED Dennis Clayton
Hunter DEFEATED THE Paker Van Peters
Bliss Adams DEFEATED Nigel Eubanks by Default (announced later in show)
Avery Barnes DEFEATED 'Hot Shot' Sean Lorrenzza
Judah King DEFEATED Rachel Russo
Candace St. Clair DEFEATED York Champson by Escape (steel cage match)