FSW #081 - PARIS, FRANCE

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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents

EPISODE 081

June 5th, 2019

LIVE! from the AccorHotels Arena - Paris, France

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WARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.

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HERE WE GO!!!

'Rise' by Something Clever blasts over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life... 

A sudden eruption of pyrotechnics blows up in the sky outside of the arena!





Followed by another, equally explosive show on the inside!

The fans packing the AccorHotels Arena tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Paris knows that the self-proclaimed "greatest show in professional wrestling" is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy riffs from 'Rise' continue to blare over the arena pa, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.

WE RISE ..... NEVER BACKING DOWN FROM A FIGHT

On the MacTron, this episode of FSW begins with its opening video montage detailing many of the historic events that have taken place in the near four-year history of Future Stars of Wrestling. From past champions like Jason Hunter, Dixie Dubois, Amis Shelton, Magdalena Lockheart, and Otaki all standing underneath an old FSW logo to the more current Future Stars Champions like Xavier Reid, Cletus Franklin, Robina Hood and Stitches tearing down that mold...

As more pyro goes off the the FSW logo appears and flashes of the entire Roster appear on the screen

The camera pans around the loud and out of control audience. As the fireworks continue to explode, the fans chant and cheer! The atmosphere inside the AccorHotels arena seems to be charged with that same "ten million volts of electricity" as described in the song. Cameras pan around the arena to catch some of the signage that many fans have brought to the AccorHotels Arena with them here tonight. The FSW fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:

"Kyle Gautier: Where's My Sash!"

"I'm Here To See Alton Kick Some ASS!"

"Dominic Sanders IS America's Most Hated"

"Stitches the Clown for EWC President!"

"Hire me for FSW GM!!"

"F-S-DUB!!!"

"F-S-DUB!!!"

"F-S-DUB!!!"

"F-S-DUB!!!"

The lights come back to full and the fans offer one last rousing cheer at the opening festivities. The camera pans to ringside, where tonight's announcers are on standby and ready for the show to begin.

Watson: Good evening and welcome to the Eighty-First episode of FSW! We are coming to you live from the AccorHotels Arena in the city of love, Paris, France! My name is Tim Watson and with me as always is Cid Sydney!

Sydney: It's great to be back with another episode of FSW! Anarchy is gonna rule tonight on FSW. No GM to tell anyone what to do, it's gonna be chaos! I love it! 

Watson: That may be true, but i'm sure that this roster can conduct its self with dignity for one night. For those of you at home tuning in and wondering what we're talking about, President Mac was in an awful accident on May 22nd that left him in critical condition for a few days before he was upgraded to stable condition. We have not had any updates or even heard from someone speaking on Mac's behalf for a while now. We here at Future Stars of Wrestling wish him nothing but a speedy recovery. 

Sydney: With that though, my main man VICTOR PRICE was put in charge as acting President of EWC and he wasted no time in cutting the fat by sending the Spartan's packing! Fired 'em both! Good riddance I say. 

Watson: That's debatable for sure, but for now FSW has no General Manager. So we don't kn-

The fans in the AccorHotels Arena start to cheer. Tim and Cid look around for what might be causing this and the camera catches an image in the crowd of two men walking the first aisle at ringside to their seats. 

Sydney: Who the hell are they?! And why does the crowd give a single f***...

Watson: Sid, you uneducated fool! I'm not sure who the grey haired man is, but the other is a certifiable workhorse! He's a former two time World champion and his son Jay Gatsby wrestled in APW. That's Chris Brock!

Sydney: I didn't come here for a history lesson Watson, I came to see people beat the s*** out of each other! 

The two men take their seats just as the crowd erupts even more as another man starts walking down the first row to his seat. 

Watson: Ladies and Gentlemen, that is an EWC Hall of Fame member right there! That's Nathan Doe!!!!!

Doe takes his seat next to the unknown man as they all look on to the ring. 
 
Watson:  You never know what you're going to see here on Future Stars of Wrestling folks! Especially tonight as we have a STACKED card for you! Ken Suzuki takes on Jason Rayne in our opening bout, Owensby Smith is in action against PRIME upstart Alton Kickass, Joe Doe takes on Chris Maverick, and in our Main Event we have the EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION Dominic Sanders taking on the lone champion here in FSW in Stitches the clown! 

Sydney: We have all this and SO MUCH MORE! Our first match of the night will be coming up right after this quick message from EWCTV. Don't go anywhere .. FSW action will be back in exactly one minute!

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Watson:  We are back ladies and gentlemen and it's time for our -  

Watson is interrupted as The Jaws theme hits, and a sea of boos drown the arena. A few seconds later, a man wearing Viking helmet and garments appears on the stage. As the music stops, the Viking blows into the horn for an absurd amount of time. When it finally ends, the Zelda theme begins to blast throughout the arena. Draco Lazarus is carried out on a Golden Throne, adorning his Golden Robe, the King of EWC Television Crown prominently gleaming in the spotlight. Four burly men with thick beards, wearing various furs carry Draco to the ring. When they get to the ring, Draco stands up, pushes down with all his might, and leaps onto the ring. The burly men let out grunts of pain as Draco may have ripped a few of their muscles. Draco pauses on the apron, swings around to make sure everyone sees his smug smirk. He holds his crown as he slips through the ropes. The ring announcer is about to introduce him, but Draco rips it from their hand then “shoo’s” them away. He hands the mic to Luna, dressed in gold silks, sporting serpent jewelry around her neck and wrists.

Luna: He is Draco of House Lazarus. First of his name. Breaker of Chains, Bringer of Nightmares, Ruiner of Careers, Winner and Defender of Titles, The One True Most Hated King of EWC Television.

The fans fill the arena with Boos and Jeers. The newly crowned King of EWC Television circles the ring, one hand on the crown, the other raising his cane, pointing at the audience. Finally he stops in the corner, leans down, Luna takes his Crown and puts it on the pillow held by the little person in Zelda gear, paid solely to hold the pillow and the crown. Draco snickers and thumbs his nose, as he brings the mic up. Boos reign down on the smug scumbag, downing out his opening line.

“King of EWC Television”: SHUT UP YOU UNGRATEFUL PEASANTS! I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT. So SIT THE HELL DOWN and SHUT THE HELL UP!

Even more boos reign along with chant

GO HOME DRACO!!!

GO HOME DRACO!!!

GO HOME DRACO!!!

“King of EWC Television”: Morons, all of you. I AM HOME! THIS IS MY KINGDOM! Thanks to the genius of Victor Price, Mr and Mrs. Spartan can no longer sabotage the Aristocrats reign. As a matter of fact, with no GM here tonight, guess who is in charge?

Draco pulls the mic down as the infamous smug smirk reveals itself, he pauses a few more seconds for dramatic effect.

“King of EWC Television”: I AM! Seeing as how Mr. Price cost me my Brawl GM position, he has “unofficially” advocated on my behalf. Then of course we have the fact that my queen, the Queen of FSW, Melody and I have been the only reason fans tune into FSW while they played GM musical chairs. If it wasn’t for the Aristocrats, FSW would have flopped faster than Killjoy Ito did with that TV Title. As the most dominating personality in this dump, as King of EWC Television, I decided, I would be in charge from now on..

Boos again rain down the smug scumbag.

“King of EWC Television”: Who’s gonna stop me? Stitches? Please, Stitches makes Ben Stein look interesting. I bet he is just Ben Stein turned Emo plus face paint. God this place is pathetic.

Draco chuckles hard, even includes the ol' knee slap.

“King of EWC Television”: So my first order of business. I have this bull**** card in my hand. I think we should make a few changes here. Make tonight more interesting, and throw out some well deserved pink slips.

There is commotion ringside as the camera pans back to the trio of Chris Brock, Nathan Doe and the unknown man. Brock jumps the guard rail, followed by the other two men. Brock immediately walks over to the ring announcer and asks for a microphone.

Sydney: What in the hell is this?! How dare they interrupt the King of EWC Television?! He was about to make this show even better!

Watson: Whatever his intentions, he just got a microphone!

Chris Brock: No no no. This isn’t about to happen here tonight.

The crowd starts to cheer.

Brock: I was invited here tonight about two weeks ago when this card was announced. I got on a plane and made this trip to see this show as is. I’m not about to let you screw this up Draco.

“King of EWC Television”: Draco? Who the f*** are you? You address me by my title…

Draco waves over Luna…

Luna: You arrogant piece of trash. How dare you address his heinous without the respect he deserves. He is Draco of House Lazarus. First of his name. Breaker of Chains, Bringer of Nightmares, Ruiner of Careers, Winner and Defender of Titles, The One True Most Hated King of EWC Television.

“King of EWC Television”: I see you brought your squad. Good call. Because I have a half a mind to break your arm right now for that disrespect. Well, have the Viking break your arm.

Brock: That would be a very unwise move….Draco.

Draco looks to be getting visibly angered as Brock continues.

Brock: See, I’m not here to pick a fight son, I’m here to enjoy a show. So sorry though, where are my manners? For those who don’t know me, my name is Chris Brock. I gave 20 years of my life to this business and along the way picked up a few World titles. I ran Legacy Pro Wrestling when Caleb Hawk couldn’t handle it anymore and when I realized he’d tainted the name so bad no one wanted to wrestle for that company, I went out and started my own company... Dynasty Championship Wrestling. Like a good businessman though, I knew when the right time to sell was and I sold that off to APW. My son wrestled there for a bit and I even managed him for a short while. This business has changed over my career though, so I decided I was done with it. That was almost nine years ago... Two weeks ago, though, I got a phone call. President Mac could see the writing on the wall. The Spartans are great people, I’ve talked with Jon on a few occasions about this business in general and what not, but he and his wife couldn’t handle being in charge of both Brawl and FSW. It’s too much for two people to handle. And then you…well you just had to go and kidnap Mrs. Spartan. That was low and dumb even for someone like you Draco.

Brock pauses as the fans boo Draco. Draco fake yawns, then checks his imaginary watch, before he leaning his head on the turnbuckle, acting like he is asleep.


Brock: So I get the phone call from Mac. He says he needs a new General Manager. I shot him down immediately. I wasn’t looking for a new gig. I was enjoying retirement.Mac hangs up and I go about my day. Then this guy calls me.

Brock points to Nathan Doe.

Brock: Being the journalist that he is, he says “Brock I hear you turned down the GM role Mac offered you.” I couldn’t believe that he knew. He tried to talk me into taking the gig, said that I would be perfect for the job. Again though I declined and explained to Nathan why.

The crowd is settling, the buzz from earlier is almost all silence now.

Brock: Then the news came out. Ashton Drake had died... I never got to work with Drake, but everything I’ve ever heard about him was that he was the most genuine guy there was in the entire sport. I know every show has done their tribute, but let’s give it up one more time for Drake.

Brock motions for the crowd to cheer and the oblige him.The crowd starts to chant

DRAKE!

DRAKE!

DRAKE!

Brock: Gone too soon but never forgotten. So after that news, news comes out about Mac. He’s been in a car wreck and is in intensive care. The hits just keep on coming don’t they? So that’s when I decided that even though I was not about to take a General Manager role here in EWC, I was gonna come check out the product for myself. See what the current generation had to offer the sport.

The crowd is starting to lightly cheer again.

“King of EWC Television”: Jesus. Do you ever shut the f*** up? This isn’t the View. Let me wake you up to this real quick. No one gives a shit about you Mr. Brock. You’ll be gone in a week or a month or a year, while my queen, THE QUEEN OF FSW, Melody Malone, and I, The King of EWC Television, reign supreme. So please, for f***’s sakes, stop name dropping. No one cares what you have to say or this Nathan Doe chump.

A sea of Boos fills the arena briefly. Fans then start a chant…

DOE!

DOE!

DOE!

Watson: The fans clearly remember the EWC Hall of Famer!

Sydney: Shut it Tim! The king was speaking!

Brock turns toward Nathan Doe, offering him the mic but Doe waves him off.

Brock: This is the problem with this generation of wrestlers. They never know when to shut their own mouths and learn something from those of us that have been there before!

The crowd cheers.

Brock: I wasn’t done with my story, Draco! So I got on the plane in my hometown of West Palm Beach, Florida. Luckily the President wasn’t in town. When I landed at Heathrow airport in London for a short layover, I ran into a good buddy of mine in this man right here, Matt Bourne.

Brock points to the third man that had yet to be known to the crowd.

Brock: He tells me that he got a call from Victor Price a few days ago offering HIM the General Manager position of FSW with an open invite to check out this show tonight. He told me flat out he wasn’t going to take the job either because the job is too big for one person. We ended up talking the whole way here from London. When we arrived backstage tonight, Nathan over here was there to greet us. I took one look at the roster backstage and do you know what I saw?

Brock pauses.

Brock: I saw a group of professionals that were feeling like they had been neglected. Hard working WRESTLERS that felt that EWC had allowed this clown Draco to run roughshod over the entire FSW locker room. So I made a phone call.

The crowd is buzzing again, excitement is in the air in Paris now.

Brock: I called Victor Price myself and told him that no way was I going to inherit this...but I had a group of people that would gladly take the job.

Another chant breaks out

F-S-DUB!! 

F-S-DUB!!

F-S-DUB!!

Brock: So enough talk, Draco. You’re now looking st the NEW authority figures here on Future Stars of Wrestling! I am officially, as of ten minutes ago, the new General Manager of FSW!

The crowd erupts.

Brock: Matt Bourne and the HALL OF FAMER Nathan Doe will be my creative consultants and together we are going to take FSW back to its roots and make it the brand that everyone wanted to be on when it first aired on television!

Draco is livid. He starts stomping his feet and throwing his arms around as he’s heard screaming “NO! I’M IN CHARGE!” Over and over again.

Brock: First order of business tonight is too right a wrong from last month. I simply cannot allow you to do what you did to Mrs. Spartan without repercussions Draco. Therefore as of tonight I am fining you twenty THOUSAND dollars and until further notice you are no longer allowed to compete for a singles title on FSW!

The King of EWC Television stops in his tracks. His jaw falls open and he is frozen. The smug scumbag starts his tantrum, kicking the ropes. He points at Brock.

King of EWC Television: NO! NO! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! VICTOR PRICE WON’T STAND FOR IT!

Draco begins shaking the ropes, looking like he might cry as his face turns blush with anger. It looks like he is about to berate Brock as he aggressively approaches the new FSW authority , but Luna steps in front, whispering in his ear.

Brock: Kid, Price has no control over this. You see, Mac’s offer to me was unconditional. I could choose to take the job whenever I wanted until a GM was found, so Victor Price has no way of over overturning that without unanimous consent from the EWC board of directors...Now if you will kindly get out of my ring, we have a show to put on. WHO’S READY TO GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD?!

Brock, Doe and Bourne all exit the ring as ring announcer Isabella Star and referee Matt Mercer prepare for the opening match.

Watson: And there you have it ladies and gentlemen, FSW already has a NEW General Manager!

Sydney: What a bunch of bulls***. These three can’t hold a candle to the King of EWC Television! And they certainly can’t stop him from competing for titles!

Watson: They can and they have Cid! There seems to be three new sheriffs in town on Future Stars of Wrestling! It’s time for our opening bout now though, Ken Suzuki is set to take on Jason Rayne. Let’s got to ring announcer Isabella Star!

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Singles Match

Ken Suzuki 

VS Jason Rayne

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Isabella Starr waits for the crowd to settle a moment before she raises her microphone.

Starr: The following contest is your opening match and is scheduled for ONE Fall!! Introducing first, from Kyoto, Japan….weighing in tonight at 185 pounds…. KEN….SUUUUZZZZUKIIIII!!!!

As ‘The Anthem’ begins to play throughout the arena, and the curtains open up, Ken slowly makes his way to the entrance way. He looks around at the crowd and begins to make his way down towards the ring ignoring everything and just focusing on the ring.

Starr: And his opponent, residing in Miami, FL and weighing at 250 pounds...JASON….RAYYYNNE!!!!!

‘Snake Bit’ (Heel version) by Jim Johnston plays as Jason Rayne makes his way down the ramp and to the ring.

Watson: A couple of debuts here tonight as Ken Suzuki and Jason Rayne both making the EWC and FSW debuts! Jason Rayne has the height and weight advantage over the smaller more agile Suzuki. Two different styles as well Rayne is a powerhouse, who can also take you to the mat while Suzuki is more of a submission wrestler, but he also has some impressive power for his size.

Sydney: Do you ever stop talking Watson?! I wanna see these two go at it!

DING DING DING

Rayne gets in the face of Suzuki and talks some trash as the bell rings. Suzuki lets him flap his jaw for a few more seconds before he throws a right to the head of Rayne, but Rayne has it tracked and blocks, countering with a right of his own which Ken blocks! These two start trading punches back and forth as the crowd starts to buzz.

Watson: Not wasting anyone’s time tonight as these two men are immediately throwing haymakers!

Rayne finally gets a shot in that had Suzuki reeling into the ropes. He comes off though and goes for a lariat that connects to the chest of Rayne, but Jason doesn’t go down. Suzuki immediately hits the opposite side ropes and comes off looking for another lariat that also connects but Jason Rayne doesn’t budge. A third shot off the ropes and this time Ken Suzuki takes a leap and connects connects with a flying lariat that has Rayne on the mat! Suzuki quickly follows up by running to the ropes, spring boarding to the second rope, then twisting as he jumps off and lands a diving leg drop! The crowd is getting behind Ken Suzuki now as he shoots and goes for the cover

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Kickout!




Watson: Ken Suzuki showing some quick offense here, getting two count in short order!

Rayne gets to hi feet as Ken Suzuki throws a kick his directions and connect to the side of the head. Suzuki gets a few more in before Rayne blocks and then twists Suzuki’s leg, taking it with him and sending Suzuki to the mat. Rayne follows up by keeping hodl on the boot of Suzuki and dragging him to the apron as Jason slides out of the ring. Rayne immediately picks up Suzuki’s leg and throws it onto the apron, forcing it to bend. Suzuki grabs his knee in pain as Rayne goes to grab him again and pull him out of the ring, but misses. Suzuki in a knee jerk reaction kicks with his opposite leg and it creates some room as Rayne is now up against the guard rail on the outside. Suzuki gets to his feet on the apron and looks at Jason Rayne, hesitates for a moment and then dives for a spear on Jason Rayne but Rayne is able to jump up and hit SNAKE BIT (Cutter/RKO)!

Sydney: I think Ken Suzuki’s career might be over before it starts here! Jason Rayne just killed him!

The crowd buzzing but certainly not cheering as Rayne starts putting the boots to Ken Suzuki as the referee starts his ten count


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More stomps from Rayne


2...

Rayne goes to grab the hair of Suzuki but Ken gets a knife edge chop to the face of Rayne!

3…

The crowd is starting to cheer a bit as Suzuki is to his knees and chopping the chest of Jason Rayne

4…

Rayne side steps and hits a drop toe hold that sends Suzuki into the rings steps!

5…

Rayne follows up by grabbing the back of Suzuki’s head and bending him backwards before dropping him to the floor with a reverse DDT.

6…

Jason Rayne quickly to his feet and grabs Ken Suzuki with him but Suzuki able to create space and throw a massive kick to the left leg of Rayne.

7…

Rayne septs back, buckling from the kick but is able to steady and throw a left that connects with Suzuki.

8…

Suzuki fires right back right a right hand to Rayne.

9…

Both men now brawling back and forth, neither one wanting to give up as fists are flying back and forth.

10…

DING DING DING

Starr: The referee has reach the count of ten therefore this match is a DRAW!!!!

Watson: WOW! What a way to introduce yourself to the FSW crowd!! Neither man wanting to give up any ground to the point that they both got counted out.

Sydney: Those tough bastards were throwing fire there at the end! I didn’t want this one to be over! FSW take notice Ken Suzuki and Jason Rayne have arrived!!!

Watson: Folks, Do not go ANYWHERE....FSW is just getting started and you do NOT want to miss another minute! We will be right back 

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At the back of the arena a black Mercedes s-class pulls up into the garage. As soon as it halts two bulky English lads tumble out the luxury car grinning from ear to ear. Holding screwed up pieces of paper they look lost trying to work out where to go.

Eddie Bronson: What a ride?!

Charlie Harper: And that hotel room?

Eddie Bronson: We’re only across the drink, what did we even need a room for?

Charlie Harper: Shut it you muppet! I got plans with that room. When in Paris...

Eddie Bronson: You slaaag.

The camera cuts back to ringside where Watson and Sydney are standing by. 

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SINGLES MATCH 

Owensby Smith

VS Alton Kickass

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Watson: Our new signees, M3 are in the building. Lisa Goldrush will catch up with them later, but right now It’s time for our second match up of the night. We’ve got Owensby Smith taking on Alton Kickass... and remember Alton defeated Owensby’s tag partner Annie last time out on Prime in Hong Kong, so can Alton make it two for two against the Now or Never superstars?! 

Sydney: voulez-vous un peu de ma sauce kickass âne sauce cheeseburger...

Watson: Excuse me?

Sydney: I asked do you want some of my kickass donkey sauce cheeseburger... we’re on the tour now Watson! Learn the lingo you uncultured swine.

Watson: How about we get back to the action! Take it away Isabella Starr! 

The camera cuts to Isabella Starr in the ring for the announcing. 

Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first weighing one-hundred-and-eighty-pounds, from Nashua, New Hampshire, please welcome 'The Man Without A Plan' ... OWENSBY ... SMITH!"

"Tonight" by Seether starts to play and a modest pyrotechnic show begins. Owensby Smith makes his way out and towards the ring as the fans cheer him.

Starr: And his opponent, From Buffalo New York, weighing in at two-hundred-and-sixty-five pounds... ALTON KICKASS!

The opening guitars of "Kick Ass" by Egypt Central begin to play. Alton emerges, sucking on a lollipop and wearing a white jacket and sunglasses. He steps through the "fire", then raises his arms for the approval of fans, as he makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.

DING DING DING

As soon as the bell rings, Owensby goes for Alton but Alton stops him in his tracks, and produces a flyer for his Kickass meat company. The fans give a loud cheer as he hands the flyer too Owensby. After Alton gives Owensby time to read the flyer and place it in his corner, they two lock up. Alton whips Owensby off the ropes and as Owensby comes back towards Alton leaps onto him and hits Alton with a Tilt-a-Whirl Head-scissors. Owensby then hits a hurricanrana on Alton. Owensby climbs the top rope but he spent to long taunting the fans and showboating, and this gives Alton time to recover and as Owensby finally jumps from the top rope, Alton pounces from his feet and hits Owensby with a European uppercut in mid-air!

Watson: Wow, Alton nearly took Owensby head off with that uppercut in mid-air.

Sydney: That’s what happens when you spend to long pandering to these fans.

Alton pinned Owensby following the uppercut and Owensby just kicked out. Alton picked Owensby up and hit a snap suplex on him. He then picked Owensby up against and whipped him hard into the corner. With Owensby laying down in the corner, Alton played up to the crowd, taunting them and whipping them into a frenzy before he rushes at Owensby and hit a bronco buster!

Watson: Alton is in full control right now! Do not underestimate how good this guy is in the ring.

Sydney: Alton seems to be enjoying that bronco buster a little too much for my liking... weirdo.

Alton leads the French crowd in a “Kickass Meat” chant as he claps his hands and waits for Owensby to get to his feet, once on his feet Alton charges at him and hits a Flying Cross body. Owensby rolls out of the ring to catch his breath but Alton is right behind him, hitting some hard chops to the chest and then some kicks to the ribs. Owensby fights back and hits Alton with a spinning heel kick on the outside.

Once back in the ring, Owensby tried to rush Alton and hit him with a spear but Alton was alert and as Owensby went for the spear, Alton caught him with his move the kickass kick, he then quickly applied his finisher Just Desserts on Owensby, who after a small struggle eventually tapped out.

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via submission.... ALTON KICKASS!!!

Watson: Alton Kickass with another win! He remains undefeated, and I tell you it won’t be long before he’s getting an opportunity at a championship. He’s unique and fans love it!

Sydney: Alton did well tonight, but Owensby had him at the start of the match, I think in a rematch between these two the outcome could be very different.

Watson: Perhaps you’re right but for Alton Kickass it's onwards and upwards! We're just getting warmed up here tonight folks, don't go anywhere! We will be right back after this commercial break.

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SINGLES MATCH 

Joe Doe

VS Chris Maverick

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Watson: Welcome back to Future Stars of Wrestling! We've had quite a show already this evening and tonight is just going to keep rolling! Speaking of rolling we’ve got a hot Joe Doe coming up against an unusually cold Chris Maverick.

Sydney: You call it unusual. I’d call it business as usual lately. Dude needs a fire lit under his ass or something.

Watson: Even with the fire though, Joe Doe got through Matt Angel on FSW eighty after he was all but wished dead! Doe has all of the momentum tonight.

Sydney: But can the kid keep it?

Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall! First, from Johannesburg, South Africa, weighing in at 200 pounds... JOE DOE!

'It's my life" by Bon Jovi starts playing. After about twenty seconds, Joe Doe steps through the curtain with his manager Sweet Mike following him. They both stand there and scan the crowd before walking to the ring.

Starr: And his opponent, weighing in at 235 pounds, he currently resides in The Graveyard, he is the "Devil's Worst Nightmare".. Chris... Maverick!

"Sing From The Gallows" by Diablo BLVD blasts through the PA boxes, as Chris Maverick stumbles his way out barbed wire bat in hand, with a crazed look around to the fans. Maverick slowly walks down the ramp, slapping his head. When Maverick slaps his head, he turns to an angered expression and slowly makes his way up the steps.

DING DING DING

Neither man waits long as the bell sounds and both Joe Doe and Maverick are trading blows in the center of the ring. Maverick begins to gain ground, eventually driving Joe back into the ropes, before he whips him across the ring and follows up with a big back body drop where Joe Doe gets some serious air. Maverick grabs hold of Joe before dragging him to the corner, hitting a buckle bomb that draws a series of “oohs” from the crowd before he goes for the cover. It’s a short two count, and Chris Maverick gets a wicked grin on his face as he slaps the side of his head, getting himself hyped up as he waits for Doe to get back to his feet. Joe stands, turning away from Maverick and Maverick wraps his arms around Doe’s waist for a German suplex. Joe manages to break free, rolling through the suplex attempt and instead pops Maverick with a toe kick and a DDT as soon as he turns around. The crowd is fired up now as Doe motions for Maverick to get up, and once he’s to his feet he takes a running leap and brings down Maverick with a slingblade.

Watson: Joe Doe with a beautiful slingblade and he’s turning this match right around!

Sydney: Maverick shouldn’t have gone for the pinfall after that buckle bomb. He’s gotta be more aggressive and throw some gasoline on that fire.

Joe Doe pulls Maverick back to his feet before executing a textbook dropkick that sends him into the corner. Doe sees the opportunity and gives himself some good distance before bringing the crowd to their feet as he takes off across the ring looking to gut Maverick with a vicious spear. The crowd gasps out in sympathetic pain as Maverick manages to roll out of the corner JUST in time and Doe slams shoulder first into the steel ring post. Chris turns toward the corner, pulling Joe off of the steel post and propping him up in the corner, before reaching behind him to try and undo the turnbuckle pad. Senior ref Matt Mercer catches on to Maverick’s plan and immediately grabs his shoulder, yelling at him that he risks disqualification if he continues. Maverick turns around, arguing with Mercer that he’s not doing anything of the sort and Joe Doe sneaks in a kick to the groin on Maverick, sending him toppling forward and taking out Mercer in the process. Maverick rolls out of the ring, tending to his bits as Doe checks on the referee briefly. Once Mercer appears to have his bearings, Doe leaves him to shake it off and takes a quick glance where Maverick rolled away before taking a running start and leaping between the top and middle ropes, looking to take out Maverick. Doe slams into Chris, but not without Maverick’s barbed wire ball bat taking the brunt of the collision. Joe crumples, holding his head as Sweet Mike is screaming at the referee to get this match back under control. Maverick tosses the bat aside, rolling Joe into the ring as the first cuts on his forehead start to trickle with blood. Mercer is back to his feet, having missed the entire exchange on the outside as Chris Maverick has Doe pulled up and gives a crazed look out to the crowd. He lifts up Joe before dropping him with a heavy thud, executing his ‘Test Subject’ tiger driver before Mercer counts the 3.

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... CHRIS MAVERICK!

Watson: Maverick is finally off the schneid! What an impressive win taking down the hot streak of Joe Doe.

Sydney: They may not like the way he did it, but look… it’s all about using your surroundings and Maverick clearly took notes.

Watson: Speaking of not liking the way he did it, Sweet Mike looks livid and I can’t say I blame him!

Chris Maverick rolls out of the ring as his theme song starts up, and Sweet Mike is already in the ring half tending to Joe Doe and half verbally reaming Matt Mercer, who continue to argue as the cameras head backstage.

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As the cameras come back from commercial, it opens to a door with a sign that reads "General Manager" with the FSW logo on it. The man behind the camera knocks on the door three times and then opens it. Inside, we see new General Manager Chris Brock standing behind a desk, some papers in his hand. He looks up briefly to the camera, then back to his paperwork. a second knock is heard and the camera swings around to see Joe Doe peeking in, fresh from his recent match. As Brock waives him in, Mona Fox walks in right behind him. 

Brock: Joe, tough loss out their kid. No worries though, you'll get him next time. Mona, thanks for coming. So, you're probably wondering why I called you both in here, right? 

The camera pans out to get all three people in the shot. Joe and Mona nod their heads. 

Brock: I was going through some notes from Mrs. Spartan and the previous GMs of FSW and I saw that recently you both have won briefcases. The contents of which was never disclosed to you. 

Mona and Joe nod again. 

Brock: Well see, that's the problem... When you won them they had no idea what they were going to be either, they were empty!

Mona and Joe now have quizzical looks on their faces.

Brock: So I thought about it for about five minutes before I realized that too much thought would muddle the whole thing so here's what I am going to do. I am going to tell you both right now what that win you each got will get you...July thirty-first in Baton Rouge we have an FSW exclusive Pay-Per-View, UPRISING '19. On that card will be a match to crown the new EWC North American champion...What better way to do that than in a six-person ladder match?!... And you TWO... Just punched your tickets to that match. 

Smiles now cross both Joe and Mona's faces.

Brock: Congratulations to both of you. Now if you you'll excuse me, I have to sort through the rest of these notes to sort out this mess. Good luck in Louisiana. 

The camera cuts back to Tim Watson and Cid Sydney at ringside. 

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SINGLES MATCH 

Annie Cliffhanger

VS Dalilah

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Watson: Did you hear that Cid? SIX MAN LADDER MATCH for the North American title will go down at UPRISING 2019! Joe Doe and Mona Fox, by winning the briefcases, have secured their spots! This is amazing!

Sydney: I guess GM Brock wants it to be the most boring match ever, huh?! 

Watson: What?! Doe and Fox are both amazing competitors! 

Sydney: and Draco Lazarus is the King of EWC Television... Is his name mentioned anywhere in this? NO!

Watson doesn't even know how to respond and just allows for a few second of dead air.

Watson: Lets continue the action here, it’s been a crazy night of wrestling so far here in the beautiful AccorHotels Arena. Now we’ve got one half of the now or never superstars Annie Cliffhanger taking on the deadly Dallilah Ashe.

Sydney: Dallilah Ashe is a dangerous individual.

Watson: It certainly seems like it could be a long night for Annie Cliffhanger, after she made comments towards Dallilah's man The Mercenary. Dallilah is gunning for her.

Sydney: That’s putting it mildly! Annie could be spending a night in a Paris hospital after Dallilah is done with her.

Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first from Berlin, Germany... weighing in at 122 pounds... The Completionist... ANNIE CLIFFHANGER!!!

"Fight Song" by Rachel Platten plays and rainbow-colored lights flash all throughout the arena as Annie Cliffhanger makes her way out on stage.  She smiles and waves at the fans as she makes her way down to the ring.

Starr: And her opponent, coming to you from your darkest dreams and most shameful hidden fantasies, she is your most Deadly Desire.  She it's your Sweetest Sin.  The Lady Lilith. The Queen of Sorrow. The Last Temptation.... DALLILAH ASHE!!!!

Rising up from beneath the stage Dallilah Ashe appears wearing a crown of black roses and thorns which prick her pale brow bringing small drops of dark red blood. She makes her her way down to the ring.

Before the bell even rang Dallilah attacked Annie from behind. With Annie on the ground, Dallilah stomped on her head and back multiple times. The ref had to try and pull Dallilah away for fear that she would seriously injury Annie. Dallilah had a sick smile on her face as the ref checked on Annie.

DING DING DING

Before the bell had even rang Dallilah attacked Annie from behind. With Annie on the ground, Dallilah stomped on her head and back multiple times. The ref had to try and pull Dallilah away for fear that she would seriously injury Annie. Dallilah had a sick smile on her face as the ref checked on Annie. Annie got back to her feet, holding her head but telling the ref she was able to continue as Dallilah again pounced on her, hitting multiple V-Trigger knee strikes, then hitting her with a T-bone suplex. With Annie laying down on the mat, Dallilah climbed the top rope and hit a top rope double stomp onto Annie’s chest.

Watson: My lord Dallilah is laying waste to Annie right now!

Sydney: I fear for Annie Cliffhangers safety here tonight.

Dallilah picked Annie up and screamed in her face before slapping her hard and then hitting a jumping DDT on her. Dallilah then pinned Annie but Annie got her foot on the rope much to the dismay of Dallilah who got in the refs face and told him it was a three count. While Dallilah argued with the ref Annie rolled to the outside of the ring to recover.

After a moment Dallilah noticed Annie had went to the outside, and she went after her but Annie was ready this time and as Dallilah stepped onto the ring apron Annie swiped her feet from under her. Dallilah fell back first on the ring apron and then onto the outside floor. Annie got on top of Dallilah and started smashing her with her forearms in a fit of rage. Annie then grabbed Dallilah and got her in a Chicken wing submission move on the outside, trying to choke her out. Dallilah was struggling to breath as Annie relentlessly kept the submission on her until she heard the ref counting them out. Annie let the submission go and got back into the ring. Dallilah just dragged herself into the ring in the nick of time at the nine count.

Watson: Damn Dallilah nearly got counted out there!

Sydney: Annie looks mad, she’s taken a lot of punishment from Dalilah tonight and now she wants to give some back.

Dallilah tried to rush Annie but Annie caught her with a Tilt-a-Whirl Neckbreaker. Annie hit Dallilah with a lionsault, she then made the pin but Dallilah kicked out. Annie decides to climb the top turnbuckle, once at the top as the crowd cheered her she went for a 450 splash but Dallilah rolled out of the way and Annie hit the mat. Dallilah picked Annie up, hitting her move The Last Caress, she then picked Annie up and hit her finisher The Fallen on her, pinning her and getting the win.

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall.... DALLILAH ASHE!

Watson: Annie fought back hard but it wasn’t enough to stop Dallilah from picking up the win.

Sydney: That was a dominant and aggressive display by the Queen of Sorrow! I pity anyone who has to get in the ring with Dalilah Ashe.

Watson: I have to agree with you for a change. Ok folks we will back with you shortly with some triple threat elimination action! Don’t go anywhere!

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The cameras find the dressing room of FSW Star of Kyle Gautier which looks as if it's a broom closet with a sign on the door that says ‘Quiet. Guinness a work.’ The door swings open and Kyle is standing there with a microphone stand that has a Number One Contender sash wrapped around it and a karaoke machine behind him. He winks at the cameraman and presses play. As he sings, the words come up on the screen with the bouncing ball over it for the EWC Faithful to sing along at home. The theme from the Disney cartoon ‘Ducktales' starts to play. Kyle bounces to the beat.


Life was like a hurricane there in Dub-lin

Donkeys, sashes, aeroplanes; Irish lovin'

Might solve a mystery, or rewrite hist'ry!



Kilt Bros! Whoo-Ooo!

Every day they're out there making

kilt woes! Whoo-Ooo!

Tales of daring do, bad and good luck tales! Whoo-Ooo!



When it seems they're heading for the final curtain

Cool deduction never fails that's for certain

The worst of messes become successes


Kilt Bros! Whoo-Ooo!

Every day they're out there making

kilt woes! Whoo-Ooo!

Tales of daring do, bad and good luck tales! Whoo-Ooo!


D - D - D - Danger! Watch behind you!

There's a stranger, out to find you!

What to do? Just grab on to some...


Kilt Bros! Whoo-Ooo!

Every day they're out there making

kilt woes! Whoo-Ooo! 

Don't call them skirts, you'll end up hurt,

They're Kilt Bros. Whoo-Ooo!


As the song concludes, he does the slightest curtsy, looks at his wrist (that doesn't have a watch), and realizes he's running late for his match.

Fade out.




“The King of EWC Television” Draco Lazarus takes a bite from his croissant, then stuffs it in the coffee cup of an FSW employee passing at the wrong place at the wrong time. “The Queen of FSW” Melody Malone chuckles, as they enter the catering banquet room. Upon entry, and stuffing their ears with cotton balls, the Viking blows into the bullhorn for an exceedingly long time. Curses and cries of pain fill the room as Luna steps forth to introduce them.

LUNA: Listen here peasants, it is your privilege for me to introduce...Introducing Melody of House Malone. First of her name. The Stable Warrior, Destroyer of Egos, and rightful Queen of FSW. By her side, Draco of House Lazarus. First of his name. Breaker of Chains, Bringer of Nightmares, Ruiner of Careers, Winner and Defender of Titles, The One True Most Hated King of EWC Television. With their awe inspiring and fear inducing powers combined, they are…The Aristocrats

But they do not come alone, the last to enter is the Undisputed Champion, Dominic Sanders.

LUNA: It is my humbling honor and the greatest moment of your lives as I introduce, Dominic of House Sanders The Bronx Rumbler, The Most Important Man in EWC, The Greatest Undisputed Champion in the History of the Universe, The GOAT, Dominic Sanders. Now, Kneel and beg for mercy from America’s Most Hated.

Sanders’ stablemates greet him with a golf clap, many staff workers join in applause, while others still can’t hear. Sanders and his stablemates exchange greetings. The Squire and Zelda rush around to Sanders’ side, the Squire pulls out his chair, while Zelda holds out a pillow for Sanders’ Undisputed Title. The small Zelda’s knees buckle under the weight of the title.

LUNA: You intellectually inferior idiots will bow before America’s Most Hated. Never before has such a dominant group been formed. Their greatness will not just mold the EWC in their image, but they will change the course of wrestling history.

This time the Squire blows absurdly loud into the trumpet. Draco helps his queen out of her seat, as Zelda and now the Viking reverse the process and help the Most Important Man in EWC out of his seat. When all three members of America’s Most Hated have exited, The Squire finally stops playing that offkey note. Next up in the press room, the Viking and Squire are first to enter. The Viking deafens the ears in the room with his bullhorn. Luna then steps up, followed by America’s Most Hated

LUNA: It is time for you inferior peasants TO KISS THE RING. Bow before them, for they are Melody of House Malone. First of her name. The Stable Warrior, Destroyer of Egos, and rightful Queen of FSW. By her side, Draco of House Lazarus. First of his name. Breaker of Chains, Bringer of Nightmares, Ruiner of Careers, Winner and Defender of Titles, The One True Most Hated King of EWC Television. With their awe inspiring and fear inducing powers combined, they are…The Aristocrats. Along with Dominic of House Sanders The Bronx Rumbler, The Most Important Man in EWC, The Greatest Undisputed Champion in the History of the Universe, The GOAT, Dominic Sanders. Now, Kneel and beg for mercy from America’s Most Hated.

After a few more stops, and hundreds more ruptured eardrums, America’s Most Hated make their way to the stage area. A few security guards look as if they are about to attempt to stop Draco after the interaction to start the show. Wisely, they picked flight from this battle. "Pomp and circumstance" begins to play as America’s Most Hated

LUNA: It is time for you ignoramuses TO KISS THE RING. Bow before them, for they are Melody of House Malone. First of her name. The Stable Warrior, Destroyer of Egos, and rightful Queen of FSW. By her side, Draco of House Lazarus. First of his name. Breaker of Chains, Bringer of Nightmares, Ruiner of Careers, Winner and Defender of Titles, The One True Most Hated King of EWC Television. With their awe inspiring and fear inducing powers combined, they are…The Aristocrats. Along with Dominic of House Sanders The Bronx Rumbler, The Most Important Man in EWC, The Greatest Undisputed Champion in the History of the Universe, The GOAT, Dominic Sanders. Now, Kneel and beg for mercy from America’s Most Hated.

A sea of boos fill the arena as Draco produces the Golden Mic/Lead Pipe from his Golden Robe.

“King of EWC Television”: Do you ever shut up? You think we care if you boo us? You are wasting your breath. Standing before you are the only 3 reasons to watch EWC. Since our arrival, we have shown again and again and again, WE RUN THIS PLACE! No matter how many GMs pick up and abandon ship. No matter who has what titles, The Most Important Man in EWC will always be Dominic Sanders. Melody Malone is the Queen of FSW, and could reign supreme over Brawl and/or Rampage if she wanted, And me, well I am the rightful Most Hated King in EWC Television.
We put the lazy asses in the seats. We are always trending on these social media addict’s pages. No one can stop us. Unlike every other stable ever, we don’t need each other to succeed. We don’t have the urge to spend 24/7 together, well maybe a few of us share urges.

Draco turns, and gives his Queen a look so sexy, hand model Prewwit, broke the glassing casing to wipe the sweat from his brow.

“King of EWC Television”: We don’t to exclaim our allegiance week after week to show our solidarity. We are united by greatness. Kneel or be destroyed.

“Most Important Man”: Although this is all… a bit different for me… I agree. America’s Most Hated is, in fact, the most dominant faction in all of the EWC. In fact… it’s the only one. I don’t count the Shieldmaidens.

Sanders chuckles and shrugs.

“Most Important Man”: But that is alright. We won’t hold that against the rest of you. We will simply hold you down. Right where you belong.

Queen of FSW”: I know you’re all probably not used to being told what to do by a handful of Americans, but I know you wouldn’t want to be so inconsiderate as to disrespect the most cohesive unit to show up in Paris since the 4th Infantry showed up to liberate you all. So unless someone is about to open up the palace of Versailles for me, I would urge you all to bend the knee before your new monarchs.

Draco notices a fan giving them the middle finger, Draco snaps his fingers, then points to the man, The Viking walks over, grabs him by the collar, and drags him over the railing. One of his friends’ makes the poor decision to grab the Viking’s arm, The Squire is there in an instant, dragging the friend out onto the stage. The Viking and Squire plop the disrespectful fans before America’s Most Hated.

“King of EWC Television”: How dare you! You give The King of EWC Television the finger? You must be a masochist that likes pain. I will give you one chance, Kneel and Kiss the Ring, or leave here on a stretcher.

The duo look at each, take a big gulp of pride as they bend the knee, Draco holds out the ring, both men shamefully, and wisely, Kiss the Ring. The two dejected fans head back to their seats, as America's Most Hated laugh at their misfortune. "Pomp and Circumstance" begins to play throughout the arena. America's Most Hated take their bows before heading to the backstage area

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Three Way Dance

Vanita Thompson

VS Gerald Dragon
VS Kyle Gautier

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Watson: Lets get on with our next match up, it’s time for some triple threat action! We’ve got the number one contender to the EWC Television Champion Vanita Thompson versus a man who says he’s the Ace King of number one contenders, the sash wearing Kyle Gautier versus a man on a mission, Gerald Dragon who has his own ambitions as makes a charge towards being a contender for the FSW championship....

Sydney: So you could say this is an unofficial battle of the number one contenders.

Watson: I suppose you could, I mean Vanita is the only one who’s an actual number one contender as of right now, speaking of Vanita has her shot at Jordan Sharpe and his Television championship in four days time in the main event of Prime over in Germany... so she will not want to lose this match and drop any momentum.

Sydney: Or she might be better going easy here, I mean she wants to make sure she’s one hundred per cent for her championship match. There are so many under lying variables to this match, Kyle and Gerald are two of the very best FSW has to offer and if either of them can win this one then that’s a huge step towards a title shot.

Starr: The following match is a Three way dance elimination style match!... introducing first from Venica, Italy, now residing in Denver, Colorado.. weighing in at 121 pounds.... VANITA THOMPSON!!!!

'Throes of Perdition' by Trivium blasts over the PA as Vanita Thompson makes way to ring, walking with a purpose.

Starr: And her opponent, from Chattanooga, Tennessee... now residing in Nashville, Tennessee.. weighing in at 140 pounds... GERALD DRAGON!!!!!

A Dragon's roar is heard over the PA, as This Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage plays as Gerald Dragon comes out. He walks down the ramp towards the ring, he then stands in the middle of the ring and raises his right fist in the air.

Starr: And now introducing there opponent, from Gautier, MS.. now residing in Mobile, Alabama... weighing in at 195 pounds... KYLE GAUTIER!!!

'The Man' starts to play, Gautier comes out and walks directly to the ring. As he gets in, he points to the crowd and covers his heart to show that's where they live.

Before the match can even get started, "Cochise" by Audioslave starts to blare over the arena speakers. After the opening riff, now General Manager Chris Brock walks out with a microphone in hand. 

Brock: Earlier I corrected some wrongs starting with Draco Lazarus, and then by giving Joe Doe and Mona Fox their prize for winning those briefcases. We now have two entrants into the match to crown out next EWC North American champion...But I need 4 more competitors. So I thought to myself.. Why not go out and let them EARN it? The winner of this match will go on to fight at the FSW exclusive Pay-Per-View UPRISING for the North American championship! 

Watson: AND THE HITS JUST KEEP ON COMING FOLKS! General Manager Chris Brock and his team of consultants have wasted no time in sending a message throughout the FSW Locker room that they are looking for competition! Who's going on to fight for the North American title against Joe Doe and Mona Fox? We're about to find out!!!

DING DING DING

The match had a cagey start to it as none of the three participants was willing to commit and make the first move. As Gautier casually leaned against the ropes and played up to the crowd, Dragon went for Vanita, hitting her with multiple backhands to the chest, then he spun around and launched Vanita backwards with a German Suplex, then he hit another German Suplex on her and another as the crowd counted along. After five German suplexes Dragon stopped to admire his handy work, as Gautier leaned against the corner and gave him a round of applause. Dragon took his eye of the ball and from nowhere Vanita hooked him up and it was her turn to repay the favor as she hit Dragon with multiple German suplexes as the crowd counted along with her this time, all the while Gautier was in the corner taking in the action. After a fifth German suplex to Dragon, Vanita rushed at Gautier trying to catch him off guard but he seen her coming from a mile away and he pounced out of the corner, hitting Vanita with a high knee to the jaw, then as Vanita held her face in pain he hit a high drop kick that sent her crashed through the middle ropes and to the outside.

Watson: Kyle Gautier is so clever, he reads the game so well.

Sydney: Yeh I must admit he’s looking sharp tonight for a guy who was out in Dublin drinking and causing havoc at the weekend! I heard a rumor that he married someone to a Donkey...

Dragon was next to try his luck with Gautier. Dragon charged at him, going for a spear but Gautier gracefully spun out of the way at the last second and Dragon hit the ring ropes and as he did Vanita jumped up onto the ring apron and pulled him through the middle ropes, kicking Dragon in the head, as he fell onto the floor below. Gautier tried to chop Vanita on the ring apron but she blocked his attempts, instead she caught him with a fore arm smash to the side of the head. With Gautier stunned she hooked him up and suplexed him from the inside the ring, over the top rope and onto the outside, right on top of Dragon as the crowd cheered. Vanita then climbed the top rope and as Dragon and Gautier got to their feet on the outside she attempted a cross body dive attempt onto them but as she jumped they both caught her in mid air. With Gautier holding Vanitas' top half and Dragon holding her bottom them both rushed towards the steel ring post and bashed Vanita's back off of it before dropping her. Dragon then turned and caught Gautier with a snap DDT onto the outside floor.

Watson: Oh my that’s got to hurt! You could hear Vanitas back crack off of that ring post from here! Jordan Sharpe must be somewhere watching this and smiling.

Sydney: What a DDT by Gerald Dragon there! Not many men can catch Kyle Gautier off guard. And now Dragon has the advantage as he’s in the ring and the ref is counting the other two out!


Dragon is resting in the ring, thinking he might have won this match as the count get up to a nine count, but both Vanita and Gautier make it into the ring at the last second. Dragon wasted no time, as he set about them both, hitting a dragon suplex on Vanita and then a fireman’s carry on Gautier. Dragon decided to go for the glory, with Vanita and Gautier laying next to each other Dragon went to the top and tried to hit the Frog Splash on them both but as he jumped both Vanita and Gautier rolled out of the way and Dragon hit the mat hard. Vanita got to her feet first, picks up Dragon and lands a spinning heel kick (Vain Shot) before covering Gerald Dragon for the pin as Kyle watches in the corner, catching his breath. 

DING DING DING

Starr: Gerald Dragon has been eliminated!!!!

Watson: What a match so far, Kyle Gautier and Vanita Thompson are now going one on one for the win and a chance at the North American title at our FSW Exclusive Pay-Per-View Uprising!!

Kyle goes right after Vanita Thompson as Dragon rolls out of the ring. He gets a few shots in before Thompson can back up and get to her feet. They lock up in the middle of the ring. Thompson transitions into a side headlock, but Kyle sends her to the ropes. She bounces off and Kyle now hits a drop toe hold, sending Vanita Thompson to the mat. Gautier wastes no time as he goes for the legs and locks in the Mobtown Execution (Texas Cloverleaf)!! The fans are screaming now as Thompson starts flailing around trying everything she can to get out of the hold. She attempts to reach for the ropes but before she can get her fingertips on the rope, Kyle drags her back to the center of the ring!!! Vanita looks around and realizes she has no there options and after fighting it for another 10 seconds she taps out

DING DING DING

Starr: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winnier via submission... KYLE GAUTIER!!!!

Watson: What a match, Gerald Dragon and Vanita Thompson showed there class out there tonight but Kyle Gautier did it! He’s proved that he’s still one of FSWs main players. He came back for redemption and he is firmly on that road as he just punches his ticket to Uprising next month! 

Sydney: Great, maybe he can give himself a sash tonight.

Watson: We will be right back to you with some tag team action as the Aristocrats take on Damage Inc, after this commercial break.

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Charlie Harper and Eddie Bronson of M3 are lounging backstage on stools they’ve found taking up the entire width of a backstage hallway. They’re laugh and joking with each other as Lisa Goldrush steps up to them from behind to stand in the middle with a microphone.

Lisa: M3 welcome to Future….

Charlie: My dear! Join us!

Eddie: Lisa right…?

Lisa: Yea…

Charlie: WELL! Lisa let me tell you something…

Eddie: It’s fight night and M3 are the bookies favourite to score the knockout.

Charlie: We them boys from London town, swinging and plexing motherf***ers…

Eddie: Any fool that steps up they’ll feel the fury of these British lions.

Lisa: Okay, i wanted to ask...

Charlie: What the hell are two fine looking British chaps doing here?!

Eddie: EWC scouts only saw us dominate against some chavs in a local show last week.

Charlie: And they come to use: ‘oh blimey that was a corker!’

Eddie: But in their American accents of course.

Charlie: So while on this Europe tour they pick up the roughest nastiest tag team on the continent!

Eddie: Who you calling nasty?

Charlie: Yoooou... nasty.

Eddie: So the scouts put us on a boat to hop the drink.

Charlie: and sign our lives away.

Eddie: THAT’S tonight! But when F~S~dub rolls onto Berlin next we’ll make our debut!

Charlie: and F~S~dub will finally see what a real fight looks like.

Eddie: Looking forward to that beer in Germany though!

Charlie: LADS ON TOUR! We gonna score that 1-2-3 then get wrecked.

Eddie: You excited for that sweet sweet beer Lisa?

Lisa: I’m not sure i’m….

Charlie: Yeah she is!

Eddie: YEAH SHE IS. Lads on tour.

Charlie: You’re a lad now Lisa. Stick with us we got your back.

Eddie: Cause we’re the nice guys.

Charlie: We play hard but only those that deserve it get knocked out.

Eddie: Some call us righteous, we prefer saviors of wrestling.

Charlie: The messiahs!

Eddie: So to all you bullies, hard men and weasels….

Charlie: These London boys are coming for ya!

Lisa: So who....

Eddie: Right! Time for some frenchie a-la food.

Charlie: Best grub on the continent i heard, here in Paris.

Eddie: What you fancy Lisa?

She lowers the microphone she's been holding in a sigh, resigned to the fact she's not gonna get any of her questions out. The boys stand up and start to walk out of frame on their search for food.

Charlie: We’ll find you some steak or lamb.

Eddie: Unless you're veggie.

As she thinks they’ve gone they both jump back into frame and link arm in arm either side of Lisa.

Eddie: c’mon love!

Charlie: When in Paris, eh!

All three walk off together in search of some fine Paris food, with the boys chanting.

Charlie and Eddie: Wrestling’s coming home~coooming home~cooooming home~coooooooming~ wrestling’s coming home~coooming home~cooooming home~coooooooming~

The camera fades back to a shot of the ring empty as it pans around the arena, before focusing in on the MacTron. 

The words “pre recorded” are embedded into the bottom corner of the screen as the MacTron lights up to show the curvaceous backside of Melody Malone as she stands outside the palace of Versailles.

Walking a few paces behind her, with an umbrella in hand, Luna fidgets silently. The silence is a welcome change from the squire and his bull horn, before Melody’s voice finally breaks through.

"The Queen of FSW" “I wish I had more time to spend in Paris. This trip is giving me the opportunity to see sights that as a little girl I could only dream to see. The Eiffel Tower - what used to be Notre Dame, and now the palace of Versailles. Life can get a little boring on the orange brand, you know? Spending every single week in Daly City, seeing the concrete monstrosity known as the Cow Palace. Make no mistake, I will fight tooth and nail to defend Daly City, but it lacks a certain…. je ne sais quoi when you stand in front of the mighty palace. And do you know what’s funny about that? The fact that Versailles is arguably most famous for housing the French monarch Marie Antoinette. You know the one - ‘let them eat cake’ right? Ironic… since Damage Inc seems intent on putting Draco and I to the guillotine.”

She pauses, a smirk creases her face as she squints against the bright light as it reflects off of the limestone.

"The Queen of FSW" “Its so very like Damage Inc - the peasants of the tag team division - to think they know better than the nobility that rules over them. One win over the Now or Never Superstars, and suddenly they’re the be all end all? Oh love… no. Perhaps its because we’re in France, that you suddenly think that rising up against the nobility will work out the same way for you that it did for the peasants against Louis and Marie? But they were no Melody Malone and Draco Lazarus.”

For once, the name Lazarus doesn’t sound sour as it leaves her lips. She removes her beret, raking her fingers through her hair as the clouds open up and Luna immediately pops open the umbrella above Melody’s head.

"The Queen of FSW" “Yes.. the French Revolution worked out well for their peasantry, sure. But when you threaten to take the head off of FSW’s Queen? You had better pray that you do the job cleanly, because if you don’t? Then you’re going to very quickly discover the real reason the French called it the Reign of Terror.”

A crack of thunder sends frenzied Parisians scattering, holding newspapers and leaflets from the palace over their head as Melody just stands, staring silently at the palace while Luna slowly gets soaked by the rain and the camera feed fades out.

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Tag Team Match

The Aristocrats
(Draco Lazarus and Melody Malone) 

VS Damage, Inc. 
(Malice and Mayhem)

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Watson: Some very important words from the self proclaimed Queen of FSW! Speaking of, It's time for our Semi-Main event and what a match its going to be! This match could have some serious implications in the tag division, especially after ReBelle put on that absolute CLINIC last night. 

Sydney: It doesn't matter! After this mere warm up match, The Royal couple of the EWC will be the CLEAR contenders for those titles that should have been handed to them the moment they decided to team up officially! 

Watson: What the hell are you drinking Cid?! If Draco and Melody want those belts they will have to fight for them just like any other team! Speaking of which, it's time for their match. Let's go to the ring!  

The lights begin to flicker as “Pomp and Circumstance OP.39” by the BBC Symphony Orchestra plays throughout the arena. They go dim for a second before a spotlight shines center stage. In the center of the stage, “King Draco” and “Queen Melody” are being carried down on Golden Thrones by burly men dressed in Viking warrior garments. The Squire comes out, bullhorn in hand, followed by the little person in the Zelda cosplay, carrying gold pillows on each hand. The “King of EWC Television” and “Queen of FSW” are carried down to ringside. They are carried to opposite sides. As they step onto the apron and through the ropes,The Squire blows the horn at an absurd decibel level for an unnecessary amount of time. Draco grabs the mic from the ring announcer, then hands it to Luna.

LUNA: Listen here peasants, it is your privilege for me to introduce...Introducing Melody of House Malone. First of her name. The Stable Warrior, Destroyer of Egos, and rightful Queen of FSW. By her side, Draco of House Lazarus. First of his name. Breaker of Chains, Bringer of Nightmares, Ruiner of Careers, Winner and Defender of Titles, The One True Most Hated King of EWC Television.

With their awe inspiring and fear inducing powers combined, they are…The Aristocrats!

“Pomp and Circumstance OP.39” begins to play again prompting The Aristocrats to Waltz over to their corner. Discussing which of them should start the match.



Starr: And their opponents....Weighing in at a combined weight of 725 pounds....Malice and Mayhem..... DAMAGEEEEE....INC!!!

The Smoke rolls in as flames explode to either side of the stage.  The lights come up on Sinestro Sinister who is standing with his tattooed back to the crowd, his arms outstretched in a crucifix pose.  The lights flash and Sinister turns to face the people.  Lacey Savage walks from the back holding Sinister's suit jacket, which she slips over his arms.  The light pulses like lightning and Lacey Savage pulls up a skull bandanna to cover her lower face.  When the lightning pulses again heavy smoke rolls in, and from the smoke come two huge figures dressed in matching leather jackets that reach all the way to their matching boots.  The two men are wearing full face masks that look like skulls.  Each skull face is partially covered by a bandanna, outlaw style.  The two men flank Lacey and they all come to stand behind Sinestro.  With a nod of the head from Sinister the group begins to stalk in lock step to the ring.

Lacey climbs the steps and holds the middle rope open for her charges, who enter the ring and simultaneously shed their masks.  Removing their jackets they cluster together for a final game plan, each member ready for war.

DING DING DING

Melody starts off the match against Malice. 

Sydney: A very big size difference here. 

Watson: Think it would be any different if she were staring at Mayhem? 

He uses his size difference to his advantage tossing her around the ring after tie ups. He does so a third time and throws her into the Damage Inc team corner. She stands up and Malice has her cornered. She spins around and elbows Mayhem who falls off of the apron. Malice charges and she ducks, pulling the ropes. He goes to the outside.

Sydney: And brains outsmart size 10 times outta 10. 

She runs to the ropes finding some momentum and suicide dives through the ropes hitting both opponents. They lay prone as she climbs back into the ring. Damage Inc recovers Mayhem tags in. As he and Melody circle to tie up Malice walks over to the other side of the ring posturing at Draco. Draco drops off his corner and runs at Malice and connects a double forearm smash.

Sydney: This is turning to anarchy. 

Inside the ring Mayhem has out powered Melody and slammed her to the mat. Draco pops up and springboards from the ropes striking him from behind. He falls to the corner. Draco takes his spot in the tag corner and Melody tags him in. They both rain kicks on him. Malice comes in and charges them. They duck under his attempted clothesline. Melody dropkicks his leg out from under him and Draco springboards from the middle rope and forearms him. 

Watson: Complete chaos. 

They try to double team Malice as well but he sees it coming and connects his attempt at a double clothesline sending them hard to the mat. He picks Draco up by the head and and a recovered Mayhem joins his partner in a total elimination. They pick Melody up and hit her with a dueling kick assault. 

Sydney: Finally the ref is trying to restore order. 

The referee is trying to push Malice to the outside of the ring, Sinister is on the apron arguing with him. Draco takes the opportunity and crushes Mayhem with a steel chair. The referee is unaware. The chair falls to the mat and Melody hits him with. 

Watson: NightMare fuel!

She then runs and dives at Malice and Sinister taking them both off of the apron. Draco kicks the chair to the outside and pins Mayhem. The referee counts.

1....

2....

KICKOUT!!!! 

Watson: HOW IN THE HELL DID MAYHEM KICK OUT OF THAT?! 

Sydney: YOU DON'T DISRESPECT FSW'S ROYAL COUPLE LIKE THAT!!

Back in the ring now is Malice, he quickly throws a boot to the head of the King of EWC Television, dazing him just long enough for Malice to pick him up into the power bomb position, launching him at Mayhem who hits a backstabber! 

Waston: Total Annihilation!! Damage, inc just hit total Annihilation on Draco Lazarus!

Sydney: NO! This isn't happening!!!

Watson: Mayhem with the pin now...

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: The winners of this match...Malice....MAYHEM....DAMAGE, INC!!! 

Watson: THEY DID IT! My God, they did it! Damage, Inc has just beaten the King and Queen of FSW! 

Sydney: No they didn't! Draco LET them win. There is a HUGE difference!!! 

Watson: It's been an INCREDIBLE night here in Paris EWC Nation, and we still have the big one left... Our main event is coming up after these messages from our sponsors!

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Non Title Champion Versus Champion

Stitches

VS Dominic Sanders

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Watson: Welcome back everybody to FSW Number Eighty-One! We're going into our Main Event and this is going to be interesting, to say the least. In fact, I'm not sure if this will work out in Dominic's favor with Hardcore Revolution being just a few days ago in Dublin, Ireland. 

Sydney: Not gonna lie, I am a bit curious to see how this plays out. Some could say this is a win-lose scenario for Sanders, but a win-win for Stitches. Even if Stitches does lose, nothing's at stake. And he can no doubt rebuild any momentum lost with no hesitation; him retaining the FSW Championship against the Siren more than proved as such.

Watson: Well, going off what was heard from his promo, Dominic really wants to bounce back from a recent loss to Cyrus Black. His big win against a returning Luke Wolfe live on Pay-Per-View Monday night certainly helped with his momentum!

Sydney: But Stitches has his own momentum going into this as well. He's also the more rested of the two competitors right now so we will see if that inferno match has slowed down the Undisputed champion or not! 

'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat drops at around the thirty seven second mark the curtains are brushed to the side, smoke spewing out from behind the curtains, and out walks Stitches. A wide, red-painted Chelsea-esque grin is across the face of Stitches as he stares out at the crowd of people before him.

Stitches methodically makes his way down the ramp, staring down the crowd members who dare lean too far over the crowd barricade. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he stops and once again looks out at the crowd of people before him. Stitches approaches the nearby steel stairs, climbs up onto the apron and begins walking the edge of the apron like a tight rope before reaching the nearby ring post. Stitches climbs up onto the second rope and throws his arms out wide for the crowd to embrace him. As expected, the crowd does not embrace a sinister-looking clown.

Stitches hops down from the rope and enters into the ring before approaching the nearby corner of the ring. Stitches turns around, facing the center of the ring and sits down in the corner of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring. 


Watson: The crowd is no longer buzzing. Stitches the clown is one of those competitors where people just don't know how to react to him. Most of the time he is inflicting pain and torment everywhere he goes.

Sydney: One thing you can't deny though...Stitches is the champion of the orange brand!

The lights go out in AccorHotels Arena. Purple lights cut on around the entrance ramp as "Drop the World" by Lil' Wayne begins playing.

"I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind"

Dominic Sanders steps out from the back in a dark purple hoodie and black wrestling tights on, finished by white boots. The EWC Undisputed Championship hangs from his right hand. The hood of his sweatshirt drapes over his eyes as he stands at the top of the ramp. Both members of The Limit follow and flank him on either side as he stands at the top of the ramp and soaks in the boos from the crowd.

"So I pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your f***ing head!"

Dominic beats his chest with his left fist and raises the Undisputed Championship in the air with a roar. The crowd boos even louder as he starts to make his way down to the ring. A cocky grin can be seen under the hood of his sweatshirt as he and The Limit walk down the ramp.

Sanders rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He jumps up to his feet and stares out into the unadoring crowd underneath the hood of his sweatshirt, all while holding the Undisputed Championship high in the air. He grins and shakes his head as he moves over to the corner and waits. Ring announcer Isabella Starr is standing in the middle of the ring for the introductions.


Isabella Starr: Paris, France!!!... It is time for your FUTURE STARS OF WRESTLING..... MAAAAAIIIIIN EVENT! The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a champion versus champion special attraction! Introducing first from The Carnival Of Shattered Dreams... weighing in at 260 pounds... he is the FSW Champion... STITCHES!!!!

The crowd is almost silent, not sure how to react to the clown, who is clearly not a fan favorite.

Isabella Starr: And his opponent... from Aledo, Texas weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds... He is the EWC Undisputed Champion! DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!

The crowd starts to boo loudly as Dominic gets ready for battle. The bright red burn he suffered in Dublin shines under the lights across his cheek.

DING DING DING

Both wrestlers start the match off by charging right at each other. But what's more astonishing ... is they decide to use the exact same move! Neither make any effort to avoid colliding with one another and ... BOOM! A double Clothesline From Hell! The two champions fall on their backs.

As the camera zooms in on Stitches, he is seen snickering, an amused smirk already adorning his face.

Both men to their feet, though Dominic is up first by a few seconds. It's still enough to give the Undisputed Champion a head start as he slams Stitches violently down onto the mat! First with a spine-buster, followed quickly up by a Samoan Drop!

Watson: Wow. Dominic making it look easy to go toe-to-toe with Stitches.

Sydney: Let's not even start to count out Stitches. He may be against the Undisputed Champion, but this is a champion versus champion fight.

As Dominic begins to lean down and pick up Stitches, the FSW Champion rolls away, wagging his finger at Sanders as he backs himself into the corner before using the ropes to stands up. Stitches walks back to the center of the ring and the two circle one another, seeming to look for the right opportunity to make a move.

Stitches finds that chance first and slips behind Sanders. He grabs a fistful of Dominic's hair and pulls him into a backbreaker onto his knees!

The audience lets out a loud 'Ooooohhhhhhhhhh!' chorus as Dominic winces, visibly hurting from the attack.

Sanders is hoisted up by Stitches, who starts to give the Undisputed Champion a taste of his own medicine via a Samoan Drop. BUT NO! Before Stitches can finish, Sanders powers out of the technique, landing back on his feet! Stitches' grin further expands ... and doesn't seem to vanish! Not even after the Undisputed Champion retaliates with Funky Town (T-Bone Suplex)!

Dominic begins to saunter towards his opponent, practically glaring daggers at the clown.

Watson: Doesn't look like Sanders likes seeing Stitches smirking.

Sydney: Or he's just trying to ensure his point gets across? Either way, I definitely see what you're noticing.

Stitches gets up again, though this time Sanders succeeds in helping lift him slightly. Stitches doesn't seem to mind, though, as he shoves Dominic away to give himself some distance. The FSW Champion then backs up into the set of ropes behind him, using the momentum to help him charge forward. Dominic tries to meet him half-way, but is still caught in a Running Neckbreaker from Stitches! He begins starting to lock The Carnival Pretzel (Death Star Choke Variation) in, but Sanders isn't having any of that!

He kicks Stitches away with a slightly weakened, but still powerful enough, Big Boot! Sanders doesn't seem to care Stitches barely managed to keep himself from slamming against the corner turnbuckles. His focus is solely on this match, and sending his message.

Stitches tries to run at Dominic with the Beautiful Disasterpiece (Running Bicycle/Brogue Kick), but Sanders sidesteps out of the way! He then lifts Stitches onto his shoulders! Riptide (Fireman's Carry Into A Backstabber)! The Undisputed Champion slams Stitches down onto the mat and goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall ... the EWC Undisputed Champion! DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!

Watson: What a match!

Sydney: And just like that, message sent!

Watson: But not easily. Stitches proved, despite taking the L tonight, why he's one of the toughest fighters in FSW, let alone the whole company. For now, folks, that's all we've got for you tonight! Join us again next time for more heart-pounding action in FSW!

The camera fades on Dominic Sanders snatching the Undisputed title out of referee Matt Mercer's hand and holding it high in the air, reminding the entire world who the EWC Undisputed champion is... 

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SEGMENT WRITERS

FSW & DRACO LAZARUS
M3
FSW
KYLE GAUTIER
AMERICA'S MOST HATED
M3
MELODY MALONE

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: FSW

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Cyrus Black

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Melody Malone

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Cyrus Black

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Cyrus Black

MATCH SIX
WRITER: Yeshwa

MATCH SEVEN| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Samantha Hamilton

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RECAP OF WINNERS

SINGLES MATCH
Ken Suzuki  Vs Jason Rayne
WINNER: Double Count out

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SINGLES MATCH
Owensby Smith (N/S) Vs Alton Kickass
WINNER: Alton Kickass

...

SINGLES MATCH
Joe Doe Vs Chris Maverick
WINNER: Chris Maverick

...

SINGLES MATCH
Annie Cliffhanger (N/S) Vs Dallilah
WINNER: Dallilah

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3 WAY DANCE ELIMINATION MATCH 
Winner Advances to N/A Title Match at UPRISING PPV
Gerald Dragon Vs Kyle Gautier Vs Vanita Thompson
WINNER: Kyle Gautier

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TAG TEAM MATCH
The Aristocrats (Draco Lazarus & Melody Malone)  Vs Damage, Inc. (Malice and Mayhem) 
WINNERS: DAMAGE, INC

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CHAMPION VS CHAMPION EXHIBITION 
Stitches Vs Dominic Sanders
WINNER: Dominic Sanders

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Dominic Sanders
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Stitches Vs Dominic Sanders

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