FSW#7 October 11th 2015 in Washington DC

[James Duffman]

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#7
October 11th 2015

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

Brought to you by Under Armour, Sony and Dr Pepper

Live at the Live at the Verizon Center in Washington DC, on October 11th, 2015

Future Stars Of Wrestling
October 11th, 2015
Live at the Royal Farms Arena in Baltimore Maryland
Commentators: Trey Parker and Matt Stone
Announcer: Amy Schumer
Backstage interviewer: Eric Compton
FSW Commissioner: James Duffman

Push Me By Black Stone plays, as the FSW logo appears over the Titantron, eliciting massive cheers for the sold out Verizon Center in Washington DC.

Trey Parker: We're live, in the Nation's capital, for the next edition of Future Stars Of Wrestling. And tonight, a champion will be crowned!

Matt Stone: It's about f*cken time.

We cut to backstage, where in James Duffman's office, we see a pic of the FSW championship, before zooming out to see it on the desk of James Duffman, along with James himself.

James Duffman: Welcome everyone. I know that many of you during these last six shows have been waiting to see who is the top dog here in FSW. Well tonight, we will decide that, as 2nd generation wrestler, Hunter, takes on the deliciously fun Avery Barnes, for this right here. The FSW championship. In the meantime, well we got plenty of action for you guys. so enjoy tonight's historic edition of FSW!

The crowd cheers, as we cut back to ringside

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Match#1

Rosetta Stone VS Kimi Smalls
Writer:Jon "Gold" Wilder

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The lights go out, before a woman’s voice comes through to speakers saying ‘Mirror, Mirror in the night, show a girl a little light.’ The lights come back up as Rotten To The Core begins to play and Rosetta enters head held high. As she is announced she flicks her hair and smiles wickedly. She struts down the ramp playfully wicked smile on her face the whole time. As she enters the ring the voice heard at the start of her entrance plays again this time saying ‘Mirror, Mirror, what does our future hold. Show me what happens when our stories unfold.

Amy Schumer: The following match is set for one fall. Making her debut here tonight. From New York City. Rosetta Stone.

"Won't Back Down" begins to play as Kimi Smalls skips out onto the stage with a devious smile on her face as she waves at the crowd. She mouths along to all of P!nk's parts as the look on her face grows more serious.

Amy Schumer: And her Opponent...Coming to you from Sleepy Hollow, New York, this… is… Kimi Smalls!

After being announced, she makes her way down the ramp, high-fiving the fans as she makes her way to the ring, even pausing for a couple of selfies before making her way up onto the ring apron. She saunters to the middle of the side of the ring and dances a bit before launching herself over the ropes. She continues playing up the crowd as she goes to a corner and does a round-off/back handspring combo before leaning against the ropes as she waits for the match to begin.

Trey Parker: One debuts, and the other is a longtime fan favorite here.

Matt Stone: Yeah, way to state the obvious.

The bell rings and the two competitors step up to the middle of the ring. They go to lock-up and Rosetta bitchslaps Kimi across the face. Kimi stands there for a second, looking shocked and Rosetta kicks her in the knee. Kimi grimaces and Rosetta kicks her in the stomach. Kimi starts to double over and Rosetta takes her down into a small package.

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Trey Parker: That slap was uncalled for.

Matt Stone: But it was effective.

As the two separate, Kimi rolls to the ropes, jumps up and springboards back into a tornado ddt. She releases and jumps to the ropes again, landing a moonsault from the second rope, holding for the cover.

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SHOULDER UP!!!

Kimi stands up, bringing Rosetta with her. She knees Rosetta in the stomach and then jumps over for a sunset flip.

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REVERSAL!!!

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ROLLING REVERSAL!!!

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KICKOUT!!!

Matt Stone: That was hot!

Trey Parker: Of course you'd say that.

Kimi rolls out to the apron and pops up as Rosetta staggers to her feet in the middle of the ring. Kimi waits for Rosetta to take a step and springboards into a flying lariat. Rosetta catches her coming in for an armbar takedown into a Fujiwara armbar on the mat. Kimi reaches out and grabs at the bottom rope but can’t quite reach it. Rosetta tries to pull back even harder, lifting her hips to readjust. Kimi manages to push up and turn in. Rosetta releases the arm, pops up and goes for some ground and pound type forearm shots. Kimi scrambles away and Rosetta hits the mat instead. Kimi looks for s scissor kick but Rosetta spins and gives her a backfist to the back of the head. Kimi falls to all fours and Rosetta takes a half nelson cradle.

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Trey Parker: Look at Kimi go tonight.

Matt Stone: She's got something to prove, and wants to put the newbie in place.

The two get to their feet and Rosetta looks for a clothesline. Kimi ducks it and runs to the ropes for a springboard spinning heel kick that plants Rosetta on the mat. Kimi pops up and hits a standing moonsault for a cover.

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KICKOUT!!!

Kimi jumps up and goes for a split-legged moonsault. Rosetta rolls out of the way and Kimi hits the mat hard. As she starts up, Rosetta grabs a full nelson and fires her into a bridging dragon suplex.

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Trey Parker: Nice dragon Suplex there.

Matt Stone: The view here is excellent!

Kimi rolls back and hits a still seated Rosetta with a dropkick to the back. Kimi drops a leg and then pops up to the top for the double springboard moonsault.

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Trey Parker: That was impressive.

Matt Stone: Those legs definitely are!

Rosetta grabs her and looks for an anaconda choke but Kimi grabs the ropes. Rosetta sits her up and soccer kicks Kimi between the shoulder blades. Kimi grimaces in pain and Rosetta gives her a running neck snap. Kimi falls to the mat on her back clutching at her head and neck. Rosetta goes up and nods as if she’s showing how it’s done, popping down into a split-legged moonsault of her own.

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Rosetta looks for another choke hold on the mat but Kimi rolls her over into a small package.

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REVERSAL!!!

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REVERSAL!!!

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KICKOUT!!!

Trey Parker: Those two were rolling around, countering each other's pin attempts.

Matt Stone: I would definitely enjoy being in the middle of them there.

Trey Parker: No argument here.

As the two rise, Kimi quickly gets behind Rosetta, and hits her with the New Legend. The crowd pops, as she goes for the cover!

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The ref calls for the bell to be rung, as this match is over.

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner...Kimi Smalls!

Trey Parker: What a match to start the show with.

Matt Stone: We knew tonight was gonna be special, but this just proved this night will be equally fun as well.

Cut to commercial.

[James Duffman]

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Match#2

Krimzon Blaze VS Orwell Dawn

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As we cut back from commercial, 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 Jeff Hardy uses

Amy Schumer: The Following contest, is set for one fall. Introducing first. From Detroit Michigan. Weighing in at 215 pounds. KRIMZON BLAZE!

The lights dim as Ludwig Van Beethoven - Ninth Symphony, Second Movement begins to echo through the arena and the entire crowd reacts with boos and groans knowing full well who was about to come forward. For a few moments the darkness remains on the stage (Just to build up the anticipation) before a single golden spotlight illustrates the stage to reveal a tall gangly gentleman dressed in a eccentric looking Bright Pink long legged leotard kneeling down in a “Thinker” pose on one knee his arm resting on the extended knee and his knuckles placed on his forehead. He keeps this pose for a few moments before he slowly stands up extending his arms out above his head, his head tilted up right and his eyes closed enraptured knowing that all eyes on on him before in one smooth motion his arms snaps down and gives the crowd an exaggerated and dramatic looking bow before finally beginning to make his way down the ramp. The spotlight following him as he does. As he walks down he makes a point to blow kisses to the crowd with a smug self satisfied grin on his face and thanking them for coming out to see him and only him as we see the hulking figure of his ever present stage hand “Fitzpatrick” walking behind his charge with a blank scowl on his face, dressed in a tight muscle shirt and jeans. Once Dawn makes his way to the end of the ramp he flamboyantly guilds to the steps like a ballerina until he’s left on the apron he turns to face the capacity crowd he extends his arms out in front of him making sure everyone can see his glory and screams out “ARE YOU READY FOR ART?!” as Fitzpatrick stands below him on the floor his arms folded staring daggers into the crowd. After a moment he clicks his fingers at Fitzpatrick and his stage hand joins him on the apron only to open the ropes for him. Dawn wipes his feet on the mat before entering the ring once again flamboyantly bowing in the center of it as his music cuts and the lights come back on.

Amy Schumer: And his opponent. From Broadway New York. Weighing in at 200 pounds....Orwell Dawn!

Trey Parker: Well, this is the official debut for Orwell Dawn.

Matt Stone: Yeah and he's basically already said he's the damn show. Let' see if he's right about that.

The bell sounds and the two competitors lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Orwell hits an armdrag and then takes a seated armbar. Blaze starts to sit up and Orwell stands up over him, maintaining the armbar. As Blaze makes a move to stand up, Orwell slips his feet under Blaze’s armpits and rolls Blaze over onto his shoulders, Orwell bridging over for the cover.

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KICKOUT!!!

Blaze gets to his feet and Orwell takes him down with a leg scissors maneuver. Blaze hits the mat and Orwell jumps over for an Oklahoma roll.

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Trey Parker: Looks to be a pretty technical match thus far.

Blaze gets to all fours and Orwell gets him into a small package.

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Orwell tries to hold on for another move but Blaze takes him over into an inside cradle.

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Matt Stone: Those two really need to get to beating the sh*it out of each other.

Both men get to their feet and Blaze takes Orwell’s head off with a clothesline. Blaze grabs Orwell’s ankles and look for a Boston crab. Orwell reaches up and pulls Blaze over a small package but Blaze rolls out and gets to the ropes. He stands up and Orwell rushes in. Blaze backdrops him over the top but Orwell grabs the top rope and swings himself out onto the apron. Blaze goes for a punch but Orwell gives him a shoulder thrust to the gut to cut him off. Blaze doubles over and Orwell slingshots himself into a sunset flip.

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Blaze starts to roll out and Orwell pops up for a clothesline that sends Blaze into the ropes. Blaze bounces off and Orwell catches him in a sleeperhold. Blaze reaches for the ceiling before turning in to get himself away from the pressure. Orwell hooks him around the waist and launches him over into a belly to belly suplex that lands Blaze in the tree of woe. Orwell kicks him in the midsection and pulls his feet off. As Blaze comes down, Orwell gives him a knee to the face. Blaze rolls over, and Orwell covers.

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Trey Parker: Orwell on the offensive here.

Matt Stone: No sh*t Sherlock. He wants to leave a goof first impression.

Orwell pulls the foot off the ropes in anger and then covers again, hooking the leg.

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Trey Parker: Holy crap that's alot of pin attempts.

Matt Stone: These guys got each other on their backs so many times, it's half as equal to the bitches I got on their backs.

Blaze rolls out to the edge of the ring as Orwell stands up. Blaze springboards up into a flying forearm smash. Orwell goes down hard and Blaze goes to the corner for a split-legged moonsault, but he misses. Orwell gets up, and laughs, before punting Blaze in the Ribs hard. He then picks him up, and hits the Grand Finale. Cover!

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

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner....Orwell Dawn!

Matt Stone: Well he's made it clear about where the spotlight should be.

Trey Parker: Maybe, but he'll still have to earn it.

As Orwell celebrates in the ring, we cut to backstage.

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Backstage

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We're backstage, where we see High Voltage warming up for his match. James Duffman then comes into view.

James Duffman: Excuse me Mr. Voltage?

High Voltage: Oh. Oh hey boss. S'up?

James Duffman: Not a whole lot. But Duffman has some bad news to share.

High Voltage: Oookay. Well what's the bad news?

James Duffman: Well for the last few days, we've been trying to get into contact with your opponent, as he hasn't said anything about being here tonight. Still haven't heard anything, so I'm afraid your debut here is gonna have to be held off.

High Voltage: What? Dammit!

James Duffman: It sucks, I know. But hey, I'll put you against anyone you want next show, except who wins the main event tonight. Just let me know when you've decided.

High Voltage: Well...that works. Alright i'll see who I should face next week.

Cut to commercial.

[James Duffman]

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Match#3

Candace St Clair VS Trixie Belle

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As we return from commercial, 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: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall. 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: Well, inspite of Candace's best efforts, the so called 'Elite' is finished here in FSW, considering some of them demanded to go to the main roster.

Matt Stone: Hey, they were ready.

Trey Parker: Bullsh*t. Not how it works Matt.

Matt Stone: How would you know?

Trey Parker: If they were actually ready, maybe they would be in tonight's main event.

Matt Stone: Okay good point.

"Heaven's a Lie" by Lacuna Coil starts to play as the cunning and devious Trixie Belle comes out with a sweet sickly smile that could give anyone within a 2 mile radius diabetes. The red head blows a kiss before happily skipping her way down to the ring and crawls into the ring.

Amy Schumer: And her opponent. From Daytona Beach Florida. Trixie Belle!

Candace taunts Trixie for a second. Trixie's not having any of it, and slaps her much to the crowd’s delight. Candace staggers back a bit. The referee then calls for the opening bell.

Trey Parker: Can't say Candace didn't deserve that.

Matt Stone: Entertaining non the less Trey.

Trixie doesn’t seem to want to let up on the attack, throwing a few kicks at Candace, sending her back into the ropes. Trixie shoots the Television Champion across the ring, running in for a dropkick, but Candace hangs on to the ropes, causing the former UWA World Champion to miss and land on her back.

Trey Parker: Trixie's really fired up, and going to town on Candace.

Matt Stone: Yeah but Candace could turn it around at any time.

Candace moves in to try and take control of the match, locking in an armbar as Trixie manages to get to her feet. She wrenches the armbar in, trying to take it out of the equation for the match. She drives her elbow into Trixie’s shoulder and then takes her down with a snap suplex, and then catches her with another snap suplex. Candace goes for a cover, hooking the leg.

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Trey Parker: Candace with a cover, but not enough to get it done.

Candace attempts to lock on another armbar, but this time Trixie fights her off and pulls her into a side Russian legsweep.

Trey Parker: And Trixie is trying to make a come back!

Matt Stone: That's indeed a tough little lady.

As Candace starts to get to up, Trixie nails a series of kicks to Candace, and nails a vicious side kick, knocking her back down. Trixie goes for a pin of her own.

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Trey Parker: Viscious assault by Trixie Belle.

Matt Stone: Yeah but wasn't enough to get the job done.

Trixie quickly gets to her feet, going for a standing moonsault, but Candace manages to get her knees up. Trixie bounces off, holding her mid-section and trying to get to her feet. Candace rolls out of the ring, on to the apron and hers to her feet.

Pulling herself up, Candace launches herself for a springboard clothesline. Unfortunately for her,Trixie has just enough ring presence and connects with a dropkick to Candace, taking her down.

Trey Parker: Devastating dropkick to Candace! She may be out.

Matt Stone: Doubt it.

Trixie rolls on top for a cover.

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Matt Stone: Called it.

Trixie quickly gets to her feet, jumping onto Candace with a series of stomps. Candace turns over, starting to get to her feet. Trixie shoots the ropes and attempts to connect with a crossbody, but Candace catches her with capture suplex, tossing Trixie over her head.

Trey Parker: Nice counter to the cross body.

Candace is able to get to her feet and catches Trixie with a running DDT. She quickly goes for a cover, hooking the leg.

Trey Parker: Candace with the running DDT and this may be over!

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Matt Stone: Not yet Trey. This catfight is still going.

Getting to her feet, Candace signals it is time to finish this and gets herself into position. She goes for the La Petite Mort, but Trixie dodges, rakes Candace in the eye, and then hit her Belle Buster. Cover.

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

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner....Trixie Belle.

Trey Parker: And Candace has bitten the dust.

Matt Stone: Trixie wanted that win, so yeah, not blaming her for what she did.

As we see Candace get up and angrily kick the ropes, we cut to backstage split screen, were we see both Hunter and Avery Barnes in the middle of warming up.

Trey Parker: And there are the two contenders for the FSW championship.

Matt Stone: Hell yeah. we've waited for this for a while, and now it's here.

Trey Parker: Indeed. and when we return from commercial break, those two will fight, for the FSW championship!

Cut to commercial.

[James Duffman]

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FSW Championship
Hunter

VS

Avery Barnes

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We get a shot of the crowd, as they are cheering big time, knowing what is coming next.

Petrified by 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.

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 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.

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.

Trey Parker: The anticipation is killing me.

Matt Stone: I have to agree. It's been seven F*cken shows!

Suddenly, Homegrown by Lynyrd Skynyrds begins to play, and James Duffman walks down to the ring, with the FSW championship on his shoulder, with a cigar and drink in one hand. He climbs the steps, and gets into the ring. he requests the mic from Amy Schumer, saying he'll introduce them tonight

James Duffman: Ladies and gentlemen....IT'S TIME!

The entire crowd erupts in massive cheers.

James Duffman: This match, is set for one fall, and it is for...the FSW CHAMPIONSHIP!

James Duffman raises the title into the air, as the crowd cheers once again.

James Duffman: Introducing first, to my left. From Brooklyn new York. Weighing in at 163 pounds. HUNTER!

the crowd cheers, as Hunter raises both arms in the air.

James Duffman: Introducing next, to my right. From Portland Oregon. AVERY BARNES!

Avery climbs up to the top rope, as it's now her turn to be cheers. with that, Duffman exits the ring, and goes to sit at the commentary desk.

Trey Parker: Looks like we're being joined by the boss.

James Duffman: Of course. This is a big moment afterall.

Matt Stone: Hell yeah.

Once the ref has checked both competitors over, and is satisfied with no foreign objects fount, he rings the bell. the Main event is on. Avery and Hunter lock up, which ends up with Hunter gaining an early advantage by nailing a short-arm clothesline. He pulls Avery off the mat and takes her down with another short-arm clothesline.

Trey Parker: And here we go.

James Duffman: Like Bulls on Parade.

Matt Stone: As they f*cken should!

Avery manages to get to a standing position and manages to slow down Hunter with a few kicks to the knees and then one of the side, knocking him into the ropes. She connects with a dropkick, knocking Hunter to the mat and goes for a standing double stomp, right to Hunter’s midsection.

Trey Parker: Avery Barnes is bringing the heat.

James Duffman: One way to describe her.

Matt Stone; Hell yeah boss.

Hunter takes this moment to roll out of the ring to catch his breath and analyze his approach to Avery. Not really wanting to wait, Avery pulls herself over the ropes and connects with a crossbody, taking Hunter down. She rolls off him and throws her arms in the air. She turns and hefts Hunter up, but he manages to counter and slam her against the ring, right against her lower back and throws her back into the ring. Hunter sends her towards the stairs. Avery manages to reverse it, but somehow, Hunter manages reverse it again, sending her crashing into the stairs.

Trey Parker: Now it's Hunter taking control.

Matt Stone: I expect this to be an all out fight, so what's gone on thus far is only a small f*cken taste!

Hunter rolls her into the ring, but before Avery can get to her feet, he pulls her into a DDT and hooks the leg for a cover. Avery is able to kick out at the count of two. Hunter follows with an elbow drop and hooks the leg again.

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Looking at the referee like he had expected that to end it, Hunter slaps his hands to try and demonstrate for how to count a three. He pulls Avery off the mat and shoves her between his legs, hoisting her up for a piledriver.

Trey Parker: This is a new side of Hunter we've seen today.

Matt Stone: Of course, he wants to become champion so bad, he's doing more then just his usual brawl style.

James Duffman: Doesn't hurt to expand a moveset here and there, for anyone.

However, as he hoists her up, Avery starts to fight her way out, amazingly jumping up and trying for a hurricanrana, but unable to get it as Hunter backs up against the ropes and manages to dump Avery over the top rope and onto the apron. He takes a few steps away and Avery manages to pick herself up.

Trey Parker: Damn!

James Duffman: Ditto.

Just as Avery gets to a standing position, she is violent thrown to the arena floor as Hunter nails a dropkick, launching her to the floor. He smiles as he hangs halfway out of the ring. Avery lays sprawled out on the floor. Smiling, Hunter pushes himself back into the ring, and looks on with a slight smile, gathering his thoughts.

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James Duffman: Uhhh...This title won't be won by countout.

Matt Stone: Better tell that to Hunter.

James Duffman: Duffman's about to.

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To Hunter and the crowd’s surprise, Avery starts moving, picking herself up. Now Hunter's really smiling, and the crowd is cheering massively.

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Trey Parker: You may not have to tell Hunter about that afterall.

The crowd begins to cheer their encouragement as Avery struggles to get back into the ring.

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Just as hunter was about to slide out, at the last second and with a last burst of speed, Avery manages to slide herself back into the ring as the crowd cheers her resilience and will to stay in this match.Hunter smiles.

Crowd: FSW! FSW! FSW! FSW!

Hunter, however, has no intention of giving her any chance to recover as he goes right back to the attack. Avery goes for a kick, only to get her foot caught by Hunter. Unfortunately, Avery connects with an enziguri, dropping him, and follows with a standing moonsault, quickly hooking the leg for a pin.

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James Duffman: Duffman says that this right here, is why FSW rules.

Trey Parker: Amen to that Big Duffy!

Not wanting to lose any momentum she has, Avery continues her attack, picking her opponent up off the mat and shooting him to the ropes. She goes in for a dropkick, but unfortunately for her, Hunter manages to stop himself on the ropes. Avery lands on her back, giving Hunter a moment to try locking on the Sharpshooter.

Matt Stone: Another move we've hardly see him use, pulled out of his ass.

Trey Parker: It's smart work to mix it up, especially in such big matches.

Avery struggles as Hunter starts to get her over onto her stomach. She reaches for the ropes as she is turned, her fingers brushing the bottom rope.

Matt Stone: Never doubt the finger strength of a lesbian.

Trey Parker: You've been saving that one, haven't you?

Matt Stone: Yup!

Reaching with all her might, Avery manages to get her hand on the bottom rope, however, Hunter refuses to release the hold. The referee starts counting and as soon as he hits four.

Matt Stone: What did I tell you?

All three commentators laugh at that.

Back to the action...Grabbing Avery up off the mat, Hunter goes for a DDT, but Avery manages to hang on to the ropes, causing Hunter to drop down. As he gets to his feet, Avery blasts him with a roundhouse kick to the head. She drops down, going for a cover.

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The referee stops when he realizes Hunter’s leg is under the bottom rope. Avery looks a bit disappointed as manages to get back to her feet and tries to recover, shaking her head to clear out the cobwebs. Hunter pulls himself to his feet, leaning on the rope, before bouncing off and going for a clothesline. Avery manages to duck the move and connect with a side Russian leg sweep.

James Duffman: Well...Duffman suddenly feels like he could use a White Russian.

Matt Stone: You heard the man Trey. I could use one as well.

Avery slowly starts to get to her feet, as does Hunter, who blasts her with a Lou Thez press, hammering away at her and then going for a pin.

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Right as the referee is about to count the three, Avery gets her shoulder up. Hunter picks himself up to a standing position, waiting for his opponent to rise, waiting to end this. Avery slowly pulls herself to her feet , as Hunter goes for a midsection kick, only for Avery to catch it, spin him around, and lock in the Goodnight Kiss, bringing him down to the mat.

Trey Parker: This could be it guys.

Matt Stone: If this was outside of FSW and EWC, there would be shame in losing to a woman. But our bitches are tough, so there's no shame for Hunter.

Hunter reaches for the bottom rope. Avery has the submission hold locked in tight. Hunter manages to roll over a couple times, and grab the bottom rope. The ref begins a five count. Avery releases at four. She runs her fingers through her hair, wondering what she needs to do next.

James Duffman: So close for Avery.

Trey Parker: Yup.

Avery looks at the nearest corner, as Hunter is still feeling the effects of the Goodnight Kiss. She shakes her head, and goes to pick him up. But as she does, he hits her with a massive spinebuster! Hunter then quickly follows that up with the Hunter Score! He connects, and goes for the cover.

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The whole crowd erupts, as the referee rings the bell, signaling this match is over.

Amy Schumer: Here is your winner...and NEW....FSW Champion....HUNTER!

With that, James Duffman puts his finished drink down, and  gets up, with the belt in hand. Avery slowly gets up, as Hunter is seen celebrating in the ring.

Trey Parker: FIRST CHAMP!

Matt Stone: Whew. Was that as good for you as it was for me Trey?

James Duffman is now in the ring, and presents hunter with the championship belt. Once Hunter has it, He raises Hunter's hand. Avery is now up, and looks at Hunter. she offers him her hand, which she accepts, and pulls her in for a hug, eliciting massive cheers from the crowd. James Duffman is then seen asking for beer from the crowd, and three are tossed in. James tosses a beer each to Avery and Hunter.

Matt Stone: I'm tempted to go in there right now.

The three of them clink their beers, before hunter raises his, and they bash theri beers against the ttle belt, getting beer all over it.

Trey Parker: It's been quite a ride, but Hunter has done it.

Matt Stone: Yes indeed, now the next part comes up, whether or not he can remain champion.

Trey Parker: indeed my friend. Well this wraps up this edition of FSW, and truly, the Future is now!

Matt Stone: Goodnight F*cknuggets!

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QUICK RESULTS RECAP

Kimi Smalls DEFEATED Rosetta Stone
Orwell Dawn DEFEATED Krimzon Blaze
High voltage VS Whiskey Jack CANCELLED
Trixie Belle DEFEATED Candace St Clair
Hunter DEFEATED Avery Barnes to become FSW Champion