FSW #082 - Berlin, Germany

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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents

** The New Era of FSW Begins **
EPISODE 082

JUNE 19th, 2019

LIVE! from the Mercedes-Benz Arena - Berlin, Germany

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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 giant pyro show erupts on the outside of the Mercedes-Benz Arena!





Followed by another, equally explosive show on the inside!

The fans packing the Cow Palace 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 Daly City 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 Cow Palace seemed to be charged with that 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 Cow Palace with them here tonight. The FSW fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:

"BERLIN LOVES AMERICA'S MOST HATED"

"#KiltBros 4 LIFE"

"BROCK HAS SAVED US!"

"MARRY ME MELODY MALONE"

"JOE DOE = THE NEXT N/A CHAMP!"

"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 sits a stand with a pillow atop it. On that pillow sits the newly redesigned EWC North American title.Tonight's announcers are on standby and ready for the show to begin.

Watson: Good evening and welcome to the Eighty-Second episode of FSW! We are coming to you live from the Mercedes-Benz Arena in Berlin, Germany! EWC's Tour of Europe is in full swing! My name is Tim Watson and with my as always is Cid Sydney.

Sydney: It's great to be back with another episode of FSW! Tonight's show is Pay-Per-View Caliber folks. I may not agree with new GM Chris Brock but you  can't deny that he put together must watch card from top to bottom. 

Watson: Now that we can agree on Cid! We have NINE matches for you tonight folks, two 3 way dance qualifying matches for the North American title match at UPRISING which will feature the return of Tyler Quest as well as Equinox, Chris Maverick and more! 

Sydney: FSW is crowning contenders to ReBelle and the EWC tag team titles as Damage, Inc take on new FSW signing M3!

Watson: Melody Malone will take on Robbie "Aire" Rayder in a match to determine who fights for the number one contender to Stitches and the FSW title at UPRISING. We also have a PRIME showcase with Vanita Thompson squaring off against the hot Alton Kickass! And... As you saw at the top of the broadcast, the EWC North American title is in the house here tonight! 

The camera zooms in on the North American Title on display by the announce desk. Two mean mugged, burley security guards are seen doing their best Buckingham Palace impression.

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... 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, until Draco signals for the music to cut. The sheer volume of Boos delay the smug scumbag’s venomous speech.

“King of EWC Television”: Do we have to do this every week? I get it, You Hate Me. Guess who has two thumbs, the most ravishing Queen by my side, the Most Important Man in EWC in my corner, and any title I want in my hands” ME, Draco Lazaurs, and I am your King. Of course you social media addicts and these losers backstage posing as professional wrestlers hate me, my superiority is so apparent, it makes you worthless losers feel even smaller.

As your King, I have made a decision. I cannot allow these new Authoritative Suits to ruin FSW, until Melody and I leave. And with names like Joe Doe and Mona Fox in contention for this North American Title. It is bound to happen.

Draco hands off the mic, then mozies over to the ropes, flips over, and starts slowly walking towards the North American Title. Suddenly, the lights go out, when the lights come back on, The Aristocrats, their court, and the North American Championship are nowhere to be found. The crowd is livid, as is the new FSW general manager as he make his way down the ramp to survey the situation.


Watson: What the hell just happened?! Did he just....

Sydney: Draco took what was rightfully his! ALL HAIL THE KING OF EWC TELEVISION. 

Watson: My God you get stupider every episode I swear Cid... We'll be right back after these messages with the fallout of this situation.

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SHOW OPENER - 3 WAY DANCE
Elimination Match (Winner Advances to NA Title match at UPRISING '19)
Tyler Quest
VS Scott Grayse
VS Sarah Roberts

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Watson: Ladies and gentlemen, if you are just joining us there has already been a HUGE development. Draco Lazarus, the self proclaimed "King of EWC Television" has stolen the EWC North American Title! 

Sydney: No he didn't! He took what was his! If the man they have running this place cannot see that Draco DESERVES to be the North American champion then he is going to have to remind the WORLD. 

Watson: Whatever helps you sleep at night Cid...

There is silence for about five seconds.

Watson: Every match tonight has that special feel to it, and our first matchup is no exception! 

Sydney: Indeed. We’ve got a triple threat between Tyler Quest, Sarah Roberts and Scott Grayse, and the winner goes on to challenge for the returning North-American championship. So this matchup is huge! 

Watson: The North American championship holds such a prestige in the EWC, our very own Big Mac was the very first holder of the belt back in 2001 when he defeated that dastardly Steve Bennett on Mayhem. Now all these years later the title is being brought back for a whole host of future talents to battle over it! I’m so excited.

Sydney: Don’t pee your pants, we’ve got a whole show still to get through. 

Starr: The following match is a triple threat elimination rules match... coming down to the ring first From Angel Falls, South Carolina this is....Tyler Quest!!!

"Lose It" begins to play as Tyler Quest makes her way out onto the ramp and down towards the ring. 

Starr: And her opponent, Ladies and Gentleman, A man reborn, The Sinister Psychopath, SCOTT GRAYSE!!

"Reborn" by Stone Sour blasts out over the PA system as Scott Grayse makes his way out and down towards the ring.

Starr: And there opponent.... Accompanied by Delilah Huang and fighting out of the Yankton Indian Reservation, South Dakota, she stands at 5'5 and weighs in at 140 lbs. She is "The Deerfield Destroyer", Sarah Roberts!!!

"Holding My Breath" by Alien Weaponry floods the PA, marking the arrival of Sarah Roberts. She emerges onto the stage accompanied by her manager, Delilah Huang. Sarah and Delilah make there way down to the ring.

DING DING DING

Grayse hangs back at the start of the match as Roberts and Quest duke it out. Roberts blocks a Spinning roundhouse by Quest, instead Roberts lifting Quest up and hitting a Gutwrench powerbomb. Grayse comes from behind, hitting a moonsault and landing on Roberts. Grayse then threw Roberts out the ring and he pinned Quest, trying to capitalize on the earlier powerbomb by Roberts, but Quest kicked out at two! Roberts then got back in the ring and went right at Grayse, hitting multiple forearm smashes as Grayse is backed into a corner. Roberts hits a running uppercut on Grayse in the corner. Quest is now on her feet and Roberts charges at her and hits a Superman punch. The crowd are on their feet as they cheer Roberts on. 

Watson: Sarah Roberts is pumped up!

Sydney: She's a former Television champion don’t forget and now she’s back and she’s refreshed, she looks back to her bad ass self I must admit.

Roberts goes after Grayse again who slid underneath the ropes and pulled Roberts out of the ring, Grayse whipped Roberts into the barricade on the outside, hurting her back. Grayse then got into the ring but Quest is up to her feet as Grayse rushes at her she hit him with a Savate Kick, then she caught him with a small package. Grayse kicks out at the two count. Roberts is now back in the ring, she hits a spinning backfirst on Quest that causes her to fall and roll out of the ring. Roberts then grabs a hold of Grayse, locking him in her Cobra clutch submission she calls Highlight of the Night! Grayse taps out almost immediately.

DING DING DING

Starr: Scott Grayse has been eliminated via submission!

Watson: Scott Grayse is out and now it’s down to Sarah Roberts and Tyler Quest.

Sydney: Sarah Roberts is like a woman possessed!

Quests gets back in the ring, Roberts is ready for her, she hits her discus boot move Worker's Comp Claim. Roberts then locks her submission Highlight of the Night on Quest and she also makes Tyler Quest tap out immediately

DING DING DING

Isabella Starr: ...and here is your winner, "The Deerfield Destroyer" Sarah Roberts!

Watson: My God, Sarah Roberts was a woman possessed in there tonight. Picking up BOTH of the falls in this match. 

The referee raises Sarah's hand as "Holding My Breath" by Alien Weaponry floods the arena.

Delilah Huang: Hold up, hold up!

Delilah's voice chimes in over the music - which eventually comes to a stop - as she takes the mic from Isabella Star. With a hop, skip, and a jump, Delilah meets her client in the ring and puts the mic to her lips.

Delilah Huang: What did we say, huh? What did Sarah say about this match? 

Delilah motions to the MacTron, where footage from Sarah's video on EWC.com appears.

Sarah Roberts: Oh yeah, one more thing.

Her voice came from off camera and was soon followed by footsteps growing louder as she moved back into frame.

Sarah Roberts: If either of you have some delusions about how you'll at least be able to walk away saying that you eliminated someone, you're in the wrong match for that. I'll be takin' both those eliminations and the W. That North American Championship's gonna be mine and FSW has always been mine.

Finally, Sarah makes her last exit from the shot as the scene faded to black.

With the footage now over, the shot returns to the ring. The ref's long abandoned the squared circle and Sarah's leaning her weight on Delilah's shoulder by her forearm with a big smile on her face.

Delilah Huang: Promises, promises. A lot of people make a lot of promises in this business. Usually, they're too big for their ass to cash, ya dig? Not ya girl here, though. Win the match? Check. Knock the ever-loving f*** out of Jonny Quest...

Sarah chimes in, though her voice isn't quite as loud as Delilah's seeing how the latter has a deathgrip on that mic.

Sarah Roberts: It's Tyler.

Delilah Huang: Whatever, mother f***er. Tyler could have brought Dr. Quest, Race Bannon, Hadji and his lil' "sim sim sala-bim" bulls**t and ol' Scott Grayse could have tried to bribe us with every fine ass leather jacket in that store...

Grayse is actually the name of a women's clothing store. I googled "Grayse" when I realized I wrote myself into a corner with the "Quest" bit.

Delilah Huang: It wouldn't have changed s***. Ya girl won and took them both out. Check and check. There shouldn't be any doubt that Sarah Roberts is going to be able to make good on that last one. The North American Championship. 

Delilah's smug smile is all you need to know that she's pleased with the results and confident that the belt in question would end up in Sarah's hands. The pause is long enough for Sarah to signal to Delilah to pass over the mic, which Delilah obliges. Sarah shifts her weight so she's standing without the assistance of her manager.

Sarah Roberts: Since we're talkin' about s*** I said, let's talk about how Future Stars of Wrestlin' has belonged to me ever since I stepped foot in its ring and how it's always gonna belong to me. When - not if - when I become North American Champion, I'm not gonna make the same mistake I did with the Television Championship. Nah, I'm not lookin' over a single f***in' one of you back there. That belt's gonna be the the period at the end of the sentence, "Sarah Roberts is the best god damn thing to step foot in FSW." It don't matter who the FSW Champion is; Stitches, my boy Kyle Gautier, Xplode, the f**in' Pope. At the end of the day, people come here to see people kick the s**t outta other people and they all know I'm the best at it so it don't matter what belt's around my waist because they're the only ones that f***in' matter. So Equinox, O'Rion, Chris Maverick - whichever one of you three f***s picks up the W better buckle up and celebrate while you can cause that win tonight's gonna be really unfortunate for you on July thirty first. 

With that, Sarah drops the mic as "Holding My Breath" blasts back onto the PA. Delilah grabs Sarah's wrist and raises her arm in victory one more time as the shot cuts, returning to the rest of the FSW goodness.

Watson: Oh my Sarah Roberts has one thing and one thing only on her mind... the North American Championship.

Sydney: Would you bet against her after that performance?

Watson: Definitely not! We will be right back with you after this short break.

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SINGLES MATCH 

FSW 081 REMATCH

Ken Suzuki

VS Jason Rayne

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Watson: Welcome back to an electrifying night here in Berlin, Germany folks!



Sydney: If what we just witnessed to open the show is any indication, the North American title championship scene is going to be something for ALL of FSW to keep an eye on.


Watson: That final match has yet to be scheduled, but the talent already earmarked to compete is intense - but maybe not quite as intense as this matchup here. A rematch from last Future Stars as Ken Suzuki takes on Jason Rayne yet again!


Sydney: Neither man wants to relive their last attempt against the other either.


Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall… Making his way down to the ring, hailing from Tokyo, Japan... He stands at 6 feet, 185 pounds. He is “The Blue Ace” Ken Suzuki!


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. He stops at the ring for a moment before waking up the steps and stepping onto the apron as he ducks under the ropes and gets in the ring.


Starr: And his opponent… residing in Miami Florida, at 6’5” and 250 pounds… Jason.. RAYNE!



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

DING DING DING

Both men waste no time, trying to redeem themselves from last episode of Future Stars where their match ended via draw as they lock up in the center of the ring. Jason eventually wins the tie up, using his size advantage as he drives Suzuki back into the ropes and drives a knee up to double him over. Rayne quickly whips Ken across the ring, catching him with a thunderous scoop slam as he rebounds back. Rayne hooks the leg, but gets only a quick one count as Ken’s shoulder shoots up. Jason gets to his feet, pulling up Suzuki before he sends him up over the top rope and toppling down to the floor outside. Jason climbs out of the ring, a grin on his face as the crowd starts to amp up. Jason grabs hold of Ken’s arm, readying himself to whip him into the steel stairs but just before contact Ken manages to jump up onto the stairs and send himself flying back Rayne’s way with a diving crossbody.


Watson: Ken is rolling back into the ring after a high impact on Jason Rayne. Smart move by Suzuki, they wound up spending too much time in their match in Paris on the outside and it cost the both of them.


Sydney: You can’t win the match outside the ring, no matter how badly you put the hurt on each other. There’s a time and place for that, it’s called a falls count anywhere match. This ain’t it.


As Rayne gets back to his feet, he hears referee Matt Mercer at a three count and rolls back into the ring - eager to not let last Future Stars come back to haunt him. As he rolls in, Ken Suzuki is immediately on the offensive, stomping down on the back of the bigger man in an effort to keep him grounded. After several stomps, Suzuki hauls up Rayne to his feet and delivers a blistering knife edge chop to the chest that garners an “oooh!” from the crowd. He peppers several chops into Rayne’s chest, finally putting the exclamation point on with a final chop that sends Jason into the corner. Suzuki whips Rayne across the ring, and as Jason bounces out of the corner Suzuki rushes forward looking for the Blue Bomber lariat. The fans’ excitement quickly drops though, as Rayne ducks the lariat and reaches back to drop down Suzuki with a neckbreaker. Both men lay out on the mat, leaving the crowd to applaud both men for the back and forth action. Rayne stirs first, reaching over and hooking the leg on Suzuki.





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Ken kicks out and Rayne shakes his head in frustration that the sudden neckbreaker didn’t put it away. Jason picks up Suzuki to his feet, whipping him into the ropes and catching him on the rebound with his sitout facebuster known as the Snake Buster! Suzuki looks like he’s out cold, and Rayne rolls Suzuki onto his back, looking like he’s ready to go for the pinfall but he stops himself short.



Watson: Suzuki with the shoulder up, but both men are putting up a hell of a fight. Neither one wants to be the guy to lose tonight.


Sydney: They say you don’t get a second chance to make a first impression, but these guys got that one in a hundred chance and they’re making the best of it… but Rayne should be going for the pin here, and if he’s not I feel like I know where he’s going…


Rayne picks up Suzuki, throwing him over the top rope and toward the announce tables ringside before he gets out of the ring himself and starts clearing the table of various paraphernalia. The referee in the ring has no choice but to start counting with both men out of the ring.



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The crowd starts to boo, feeling like Rayne is clearly going too far as he drags Ken over to the announce table and holds him in position for a moment while he relishes in the crowd’s displeasure.



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4!



He hoists up Suzuki and SLAMS him through the announce table with a massive powerbomb. The boos continue to rain down, as Rayne throws in a few stomps into the back of Suzuki while he’s down.





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Rayne rolls back into the ring, breaking the count before he rolls back out of the ring and grabs Suzuki from the rubble, throwing him back into the ring before he hooks the leg for the official 3 count.

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall… JASON RAYNE!


Watson: Rayne secures the rematch win, but at what cost to Ken Suzuki? There’s winning, and then there’s showboating. Rayne had the match won, there was no need to go that far.

Sydney: Jason Rayne is making a statement here in Berlin Tim. He’s willing to do whatever it takes, even if it means an extra long commercial break while we get some new Ikea furniture out here.





Watson: Stay tuned and grab a drink EWC family - because coming up next is yet another North American title contendership match! We'll see if Equinox, O'Rion, or Chris Maverick will be set to join Sarah Roberts, Mona Fox, Kyle Guitier, and Joe Doe at Uprising 19!

As the two men stand in the ring with the crowd cheering soon the lights went out in the entire arena, The crowd wonders what was going on when the lights came back on again and in the ring stands newcomer Alex Blade in the center of the ring with a Biker chain wrapped around his right Fist.

Watson: That's....That's Alex Blade!

Sydney: WHO?!

Alex stands tall as he look directly at Jason Rayne and raises his fist, pointing the chain directly at him. 


Watson:  It looks like he's calling out Jason Rayne!

Sydney: Now this I like... Make a statement kid!  

The lights go out again and when they come back on, Alex Blade is gone. The EWC medical team comes to help extract Ken Suzuki from the rubble ringside as Jason Rayne heads backstage, walking backward as he savors the sight of his opponent needing help to get to the back. The camera fades out to commercial.

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The camera comes up on General Manager Chris Brock's office as the door is open and he can be heard talking. As the camera comes up we can see Brock is on the phone.

Brock: You can't be serious?! There is no way that I am doing that! 

Silence. 

Brock: No. No way, that's not happening. I'll offer him a shot at the tag titles, but he is NOT going after that belt after what he did tonight!

Brock notices the camera and slams the door shut. The camera cuts too commercial. 

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As we return, the beautiful Lisa Goldrush is seen standing backstage with a microphone in her hand and a smile on her face.

Lisa: Joe, two weeks ago, our new GM announced that you and Mona Fox will be joined by four other competitors in a ladder match to determine the new North American champion at Uprising, how...

Joe: How do I feel about that? How do I plan on getting my hands on the title? Whatever the question, the answer is simple. Come Uprising, I will be the champ for the first time here on EWC. Whatever the odds, whoever will be added to this match, this match was made for me. This title returned for me. I will bring the fight to whoever will be standing in my way.

Lisa: Talking about fights, tonight you have a big fight ahead of you as you and Gerald Dragon take on the America's Most Hated.

Joe: You're right Lisa, it is a big fight. Draco, thrower of tantrums, and Dominic make one hell of a team but I'm 110% confident Gerald and I will bring the fight to them. Last time I fought Draco Lazarus I came up short. Tonight he is lucky because he's got Dominic Sanders on his corner, so it would really do him a favour to stay in that corner like a scared little girl because once I get him with my hands, they'll be a bloodbath all over this arena. He goes around calling himself the king of EWC television because he puts on his little golden crown like a lil kid at a sci-fi convention. Well, this is FSW, and it is my show. Soon the days of him acting like he runs this place will come to an end. I'm sure I'm speaking for everyone on attendance tonight when I say we are tired of Draco acting like the master of this place. And I'm sure I also speak for everyone in the EWC universe when I say Draco sucks. Excuse me, Lisa, I have to prepare for my match.

 3 WAY DANCE

Elimination Match (Winner Advances to NA Title match at UPRISING '19)

Equinox

VS O'Rion

VS Chris Maverick

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Watson:  Some very big words from Joe Doe there. Let's hope he and Gerald Dragon are ready to fight later on tonight...And now its time for our next three way dance elimination match for contendership to the North-American championship. We’ve got Equionx, O’Rion and Chris Maverick going up against each other for the right to fight for the title!

Sydney: I pity these men, one of them will have to step into the ring with Sarah Roberts in the near future.

Watson: All three men are experienced wrestlers, they can all handle themselves in the ring so this is a tough one to call.


“Cochise” by Audioslave begin to play as the crowd in the Mercedes-Benz arena are on their feet. FSW general manager Chris Brock comes down the ramp to the ring with purpose. He quickly climbs the ring steps and enters before he is handed a microphone.

Chris Brock: Let’s cut right to the chase folks. Earlier tonight, Draco and his band of goons decided that they couldn’t just leave things as they were and decided to steal the EWC North American title. So I’m going to give Draco a chance to turn the belt over before there’s even more consequences. Come on Draco, get out here...NOW!

Watson: Brock is not messing around here! He just ordered Draco Lazarus to the ring!

Sydney: You don’t summon the king, he summons YOU!

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.. 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.

“Pomp and Circumstance OP.39” begins to play again, until Draco signals for the music to cut as he gets on stage. Noticeably absent in the North American Title.

“King of EWC Teleivison”: Did you think I would be dumb enough to bring the title with me?

Draco gives the ole knee slap, chuckle combo.

“King of EWC Television”: Looks like I owe my Queen a stack of cash. You are dumber than you look.

Brock: You don’t get it, do you Draco? I’m giving you the chance to make this easy. Bring me back the title or we do this the hard way.

“King of EWC Television”: Is that a threat? You see what kind of GM this guy is, First, he takes away The King of EWC Television’s right to challenge for the North American Title. Smart move Einstein. Now you threaten me. Great start. What are you gonna do? Send Stitches after me? Already beat him. You have no move, no leverage. YOU ARE NOT IN CONTROL. I AM! I will burn that title live on this show if you don’t give me what I want.

Brock: What you want? Draco, this isn’t about what you or I want. This is about what THESE people want!

Brock points around to the fans as they cheer.

Brock: These people WANT a new North American champion, they WANT competition every night. They WANT that competition to be fair and balanced.

“King of EWC Television”: These people? These attention whores? These “fans” squandering their paychecks to live vicariously through us? Let me tell you something Brock, these fans are trash. They would hop to the next hot brand in a heartbeat if talent like my Queen and I were not here. These fans. Please. If you placate to their wishes, you will fail faster than Xplode.

Brock: Yea all know how little you care. It doesn’t change the fact that FSW is the best brand in EWC. You know it and these people know it! It’s why you stay here instead of moving on to Brawl or Rampage.

The fans start to rally behind the general manager.

Brock: Earlier tonight I got a phone call. It seems your fan club president, Victor Price, wasn’t happy that you didn’t have a match yet for the Uprising Pay-Per-View. So he gave me an ultimatum to find you one. Now, I was going to give you a shot at redemption by putting you in a match at Uprising with your little queen against the winner of M3 and Damage, Inc and let you try to earn a shot at ReBelle and the Tag team titles.

The fans start to boo at that thought.

Brock: But then I thought of a better idea. You want a singles title so badly that you’re willing to literally STEAL it. Losing that TV title really did a number on you, didn’t it?...So here’s what I propose: In two weeks, here on Future Stars of Wrestling we will be in the home stretch before Uprising. So if you hand over the North American title to me right now, I will put you in a qualifying match for the North American title match at Uprising. If you EARN the spot, then you can compete for the North American title.

“King of EWC Television”: See, that wasn’t so hard was it? Now we all win.

Draco takes out his phone, types slow as a grandfather as he sends a text message. A few seconds later, the Squire appears, with the North American Title in hand. He hands Draco the gold strap, then turns and exits. Draco begins heading toward the ring.

“King of EWC Television”: You do have a contract for me to sign there I hope? Since you have done nothing but alienate me, I can’t trust you.

Draco chuckles as he hops on the apron then over the ropes and into the ring.

Brock: There is one thing and one thing only that you need to know about me Draco...I always keep my word. But I figured you would want it in writing so I have a contract here for you to sign. I’ve already signed it myself.

The Smug Scumbag reluctantly hands over the title, reviews the document that Brock produced and then scribbles his name on the contract.

“King of EWC Television”: Deal has been made. I would say it’s been a pleasure but I’m not a liar. So. Which incompetent loser posing as a wrestler are you going to use to try to stop me?

Brock: See that one is my little secret Draco. I told you when I came out here that we could do this the easy way or the hard way. So I planned ahead. I made a phone call after Price forced my hand and I secured a backup opponent in case you didn't want to do this the right way. So you might want to turn around and see for yourself. 

The arena falls into silence as Brock gestures to the stage, and Draco turns around, a confused expression on his face. Suddenly the lights dim down and a single spotlight falls on the stage as familiar words boom out of the speakers – ”I'm the best the world has ever seen (I'm the best ever!), I'm somebody you'll never forget 'cause I work hard and sweat in my tears (Can't be stopped!), I'm never falling again and if I did, I'd come back”.

Watson: I recognise that music… we’ve never seen him on FSW before… could it be?

Sydney: I think things are about to get ReBelle-ious around here!

The fans break out in cheers as Madonna’s “Iconic” blasts out in full volume, and the words ‘S-Factor’ appear on the screen. Seconds later the familiar Christian Louboutin high heels step into the spotlight as The People’s Camp himself pulls an iconic pose bathed in the soft light, the EWC World Tag Team Championship belt over his shoulder glinting in the light. Lazarus sneers from the ramp as the music fades out and the lights return to normal…

Scorpio: Oh Draco, darling, ReBelle have heard all you and Melody have had to say, running your mouths, claiming all sorts of contenderships and titles. The rightful King and Queen of the EWC? BIIIIIITCH, PLEASE!

There’s a cheer from the fans as Lazarus goes to raise his own microphone, but he is quickly drowned out by Scorpio.

Scorpio: Sweetie this is professional wrestling, we don’t crown royalty with plastic tiaras, we crown them with actual GOLD!

He raises the EWC World Tag Team Championship belt into the air to another cheer from the FSW fans, before settling it on his shoulder once again. The S-Factor pouts as he stares down the ramp, placing one hand on his hip, and slowly raising the microphone with the other.

Scorpio: So if you want a shot at that North American Championship, and if one day you think The Aristocrats will have what it takes to challenge ReBelle, then bring it on baby. Forget Melody Malone… take on the REAL Queen around here – moi! I’ll see you on the next FSW, and remember Draco, you only get one shot at this Queen… don’t fucking miss.

The S-Factor goes to lower the microphone, before a smile develops on his ruby-red lips, and he raises it once more.

Scorpio: Oh… and M3? Damage Inc? I’ll be watching very closely tonight, darlings.

With that “Iconic” hits the speakers again and Scorpio drops the microphone, raising his title above his head once again. He then greets some of the fans at the top of the ramp and even takes a few pouting selfies, whilst Draco Lazarus stands in the middle of the ramp, a snarl on his face as he contemplates the contest next week. In the ring Chris Brock has a wide smile on his face and offers a wink and a thumbs-up as he catches Scorpio’s gaze. The ReBelle member offers a curtsey to the FSW crowd before he disappears behind the curtain.


Upon hearing the name of his opponent, The King of EWC Television acts a fool. As he mutters expletives, he kicks the ropes, shakes the ropes, shakes his finger at fans. He looks like he might cry, so he slides out of the ring, turns, and makes sure to present the FSW Authority with the Double Middle Finger Salute.

Watson: Well what an announcement! General manager Brock promised a challenging opponent for Draco Lazarus and boy did he deliver; if Draco wants a shot at the North American Championship he’s got to go through one half of the Tag Team Champions, the very man he called out at Hardcore Revolution, The People’s Camp Scorpio!

Sydney: It’s always good to see the tag gold on FSW Tim. And as Scorpio mentioned, tonight M3 and Damage Inc will be competing for the right to be FSW’s challengers to those very titles – with any luck we may have that gold on our brand a little more permanently in the near future!

The camera focuses back in on the ring and Isabella Starr standing by. 

Starr: The following is a triple threat elimination match... introducing first from St. Louis, Missouri!!!! Weighing in at 235 Ibs....He is "Divergence of Chaos", He is "The High Spot Hero" Equinox!!!!!!!

”Dark Passenger" By Motionless in White plays as Equinox makes his way down to the ring.

Starr: And his opponent.... Making his way to the ring from Tampa Bay, Florida, he weighs in at 200lbs...his name is OOOOOO'RRRRRRRIIIIIOOOONNNNN

Pyros hit and "O'Rion" by Metallica starts to play as the arena darkens,As his name is announced he runs out from back and runs down the ramp towards the ring.

Starr: And there opponent... Coming to the ring, 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, with a crazed look around to the fans. Maverick slowly walks down the ramp, slapping his head.

DING DING DING

Equinox is on fire at the start of the match as he hits a double knee backstabber on Maverick, he then hits a Spinning Knee into a German Suplex to O’Rion. Equinox then made his way up to the top rope and played up to the fans before he went for his finisher a Swanton bomb move he calls Dark Kingdom! As he leaped O’Rion rolled out of the way and Equinox hit the mat hard. As Equinox tried to get back to his feet, Maverick grabbed him and connected kept his finisher a leaping tombstone piledriver he calls Resolution of Death V! As soon as Maverick hit the move, O.Rion pounced to the top rope, and he leaped in the air and hit his 450 moonsault he calls Three kings of O'Rion, on Equinox. O’Rion made the pinfall as Maverick watched on. The ref counts and Equinox is eliminated.

DING DING DING

Starr: Equinox has been eliminated via pinfall!!!!

Watson: Equinox is out but he started the match so well!

Sydney: That’s the dynamics of a triple threat elimination style match up, you can be on top one minute and then laying face down on the mat the next.

As soon as O’Rion eliminated Equinox, Maverick was right on him, viscously stomping into O’Rions head. Maverick picked O’Rion up and went for a brainbuster but O’Rion caught Marvick with a knee to the face as he lifted him and then he hit a DDT on Maverick. As Maverick tried to get back to his feet O’Rion hit a pele kick on him. O’Rion then went for the pin. Maverick kicked out at the two count.

Watson: Oh man I thought O’Rion had eliminated Maverick aswell!

Sydney: That would’ve been the perfect performance from O’Rion but Maverick looks mad now.

O’Rion tried to hit a springboard senton but Maverick jumped to his feet and booted O’Rion in mid air. Maverick then picked O’Rion up and hit the brainbuster this time. Maverick made the pin but O’Rion kicked out much to the frustration of Maverick. Maverick picked O’Rion up, this time O’Rion leaped onto Mavericks shoulders, trying for a hurricanrana but Maverick is too strong and he held O’Rion up on his shoulders before running and hitting a buckle bomb. As O’Rion bounced off of the turnbuckle, before he collapsed to the floor Maverick grabbed him and hit his Tiger Driver finisher Test Subject. Maverick then makes the pin and gets the win!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall.... Chris Maverick!!!

Watson: Damn that was a bout and a half. All three men showing there talents but it’s Chris Maverick who is going to challenge for the North American championship. He will join Mona Fox, Joe Doe, and Sarah Roberts as well as  two more as of yet undecided participants in a six person LADDER match for the EWC North American title at our UPRISING Pay-Per-View on July thirty first! 

Sydney: Chris Maverick is one angry and dangerous dude.

Watson: Ok folks, we are only half way through the night, we’ve still got plenty of action to come. Stick around, we will be right back after these commercials. 

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TAG TEAM MATCH 

WINNER BECOMES FSW's CONTENDERS FOR THE TAG TITLES

M3

VS DAMAGE, INC.

Watson: From looking for the next North American title contender, we’re BACK on Future Stars and Sydney, we’re gonna find out who FSW’s contenders are going to be for ReBelle’s EWC tag team championship.

Sydney: M3 have looked solid, but Damage Inc put the boots to the former TV champion and the former FSW champion last show and looked unstoppable. M3 is in for a challenge t.. Okay, you know what? I can’t do this. What the hell is M3 supposed to even mean?

Watson: Manners Maketh Man, Syd! They’re actually brilliant, their name comes fr-

Sydney: And I’m officially checked out already.

Starr: The following is a tag team match, to determine the FSW contenders for the EWC Tag Team Championship! On their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 460 pounds… the team of Eddie Bronson and Charlie Harper…Manners Maketh Man… they are M3!


"Killing in the Name" by Rage Against the Machine blares out in the arena as the lights dim. A spotlight searches the live crowd until it comes across two big English fellas stomping through the crowd.

Eddie Bronson and Charlie Harper hop the barrier and rush to roll in the ring. Taking in the atmosphere for a moment they circle the ring before picking up mics sat on the edge of the apron. The two stop and stare out at the sea of people.

Eddie: What you gonna do…?

Charlie: BROTHER!? When real men go wild on yoooooou?

Eddie: It’s about to get crazy up in here peeps!

Charlie: Annnd you know who’s hitting the mat?

Eddie: Bam bam bam…

Charlie: Damage about to get damaged.

Eddie: Wasted!

Charlie: Big monsters wonna go berserk on us?

Eddie: We about to tear some monsters down to the next level.

Charlie: Hold on....Hold on…

Eddie: What’s up?

Charlie: This great nation has had problems previously with our great British isles.

Eddie: No no we’re not going there.

Charlie: We’re talking football!

Eddie: The greatest game pales in comparison…

Charlie: Tonight's sporting event will change the course of history.

Eddie: When we become…

Eddie and Charlie: EWC TAG TEAM CONTENDERS.

Charlie: Damage inc aren't worth the the TV time it takes to get their fat asses down that ramp.

Eddie: They’re certainly not the contenders you people deserve.

Charlie: Selfish.

Eddie: Obnoxious.

Charlie: Petty.

Eddie: Short sighted.

Charlie: Being a big chunk of meat isn’t enough to be the biggest boys in town.

Eddie: Being scary doesn’t bridge the gap either.

Charlie: And you boys aren't even as scary as you think you are.

Eddie: Ow snap. You bitches just got brought down a peg.

Charlie: So come get your chunks of meat the ring right now…

Eddie: Tender up them steaks and we’ll cook up some barbecue.

Charlie: What?! Shut up you plonker.

Eddie: Okay, damage, my fist hit harder than my words. Come test them.

Charlie: Real men, English men.

Eddie: We know how to behave....

Charlie: We know how to be contendership material.

Eddie: Get your gothic sorry asses down here and out of the contendership scene.

Charlie: Let’s get ready to rumble motherf***ers!

The crowd starts to cheer as Isabella Starr is handed the microphone back.

Starr: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 725 pounds… DAMAGE 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

Charlie Harper and Malice both start the match off for their respective teams, and both men immediately open up with dueling chops to the chest. Finally, Harper decides to change it up and drives a closed fist into the ribs of Malice, who fires back with a hard shot to the jaw that snaps back Harper’s head. Malice keeps the pressure on, driving him back into the corner as Mayhem makes the tag into the match and the two of them begin to utilize the 5 count. Malice lifts Harper up as Mayhem gets to the middle rope, before leaping off with a high clothesline and driving down Charlie Harper with a doomsday device. Malice exits the ring and Mayhem gets down and hooks the leg for the pinfall.



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Watson: And Harper with the shoulder up! I gotta say, Damage Inc looks focused!



Sydney: It’s easy to be focused when you outweigh your opposition by 275 pounds. That’s like… an extra Eddie Bronson in there!



Mayhem pulls Harper up, giving him a few shots to the ribs for good measure before he reaches down and hoists him up high with a military press. The crowd hollers, Mayhem with an impressive show of power holding Harper up high, but Harper manages to free himself and drops down behind Mayhem. He bounces himself off of the ropes as Mayhem turns around and is caught with a running knee that sends the big man down to the mat. Harper goes for the quick pin, hoping to wrap the match quickly.



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Mayhem kicks out quickly after the 2 count, before Harper grabs Mayhem and pulls him up to his feet, pulling him toward the corner where Bronson tags in. Both men line up Mayhem and connect with the Slobberknocker! Harper gets out of the ring, leaving Bronson with a dazed Mayhem before Bronson pulls Mayhem out of the corner and drives him down to the mat with a powerful scoop slam. Eddie hooks the leg, nodding his head along with the referee’s hand.



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Mayhem kicks out and Bronson slaps the mat in frustration.



Watson: Impressive work by M3 - Damage Inc are huge heavy hitters, and maybe they’ve found their match tonight.



Sydney: I’ve done some things in my day, but scooping up a man the size of Mayhem is NOT one of them!



Bronson picks up Mayhem, whipping him into the ropes and looking for a belly to belly suplex, but Mayhem manages to wrap his arms around Bronson first and squeeze him with a mammoth bear hug. Bronson looks like he’s starting to fade, and Harper in the corner starts to slap the top of the turnbuckle to get the fans behind him. Mercer checks Bronson’s arm, lifting it and dropping it once, twice, but the third time Bronson manages to keep his arm up and avoid the submission. Mayhem transitions from the bear hug and slams down Bronson with a belly to belly suplex, looking for another pinfall attempt.



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NO! Bronson somehow finds the oomph to get the shoulder up, and Mayhem pulls him to his feet, whipping him toward the ropes. Mayhem looks like he’s going for a chokeslam but instead he finds the big boot of Bronson! Both men are down, and the referee begins the count.



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Both men begin to stir, and Mayhem gets to his feet, stumbling to the corner and making the tag to Malice. As soon as Malice is in the ring, he tries to grab hold of Bronson but it’s too late and he leaps out to make the hot tag to Harper. Harper goes for a lariat, but Malice ducks down and drops down Harper with a neckbreaker. Malice picks up Harper, wrapping him up before sending him over his shoulder with a release belly to belly suplex. Bronson comes back into the ring, looking to make the save for Harper but Mayhem comes running from across the ring and drives down Bronson with a big boot. Bronson rolls out of the ring and Malice picks up Harper, setting him up for a crucifix powerbomb in Mayhem’s direction that ends in TOTAL ANNIHILATION! Mayhem holds his fingers up along with the count as the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via... pinfall, the team of Malice and Mayhem… DAMAGE INC!



Watson: M3 with a solid showing, but Damage Inc continues to steamroll their opposition on their way to a showdown for the tag team championships.



Sydney: ReBelle was impressive winning the championships from Shock and Awe but… if I were them I would NOT be looking forward to the inevitability of getting in the ring with these two when they look to bring the tag titles to FSW.



Watson: Speaking of the chance for gold, we’ve got Melody Malone and Robbie Rayder coming up next in the tournament for contendership for Stitches FSW championship!



Damage Inc rolls out of the ring, meeting up with Lacey Savage and Sinestro as their arms are held high as we head to commercial break.

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The FSW cameras fade in on an unusually pensive looking “Double Contender” Kyle Gautier. He looks off in the distance, seemingly struggling with the weight of his impending main event match. He sighs slowly. As he darts his eyes towards the camera, he flicks a Zippo lighter and holds it up to illuminate his face.

Kyle: Wow. I…I never thought it would happen. A lot of sweat and tears have brought me to here and now that I'm here….

He lights a candle and slowly smiles.

Kyle: …I cannot be happier! You know, I felt that Stitches was going to try and get in my head but over this past week or so, I realized something. He, in his own way, is proud of me! He got a lot of the generalizations right, too, which tells me I've made a impression! But while he's got a lot right about me, his detail memory gets a bit…fuzzy.

He loads a CD into a player just off screen.

Kyle: He has me dead to rights when I didn't contend my wrongful “suspension”, as I was protecting the guilty party, but instead of “tucking tail and hiding,” I went and trained. I didn't serve the time, I made the time serve me. For the six months I was gone, I learned this craft that you are such a natural at. …At which you are a natural.

He nods, content with his grammatical choice.

Kyle: As for these sashes, they aren't participation trophies as much as they are symbols of opportunities I've EARNED. I'm pretty proud of how far I've come and maybe you think I need to come through you to deserve them, well, then so be it. Tonight I take my turn at bat, man.

He reaches off camera and clicks the CD player and then stands up.

Kyle: It's pretty well known that I was the clown of FSW before you came so getting your seal of approval after tonight will only fuel my resolve that this comeback is going my way.

Fucik's “Entry of the Gladiators” (Look it up) starts to play.

Kyle: And when we're done tonight, regardless of the outcome, I will have proved to you, as well as myself, that I deserve my spot in the North American Title hunt. But don't forget to clutch your Daly City belt tight... Candy is on her way.

He blows out the candle, leaving him in darkness. A bit of banging around followed by 'under the breath curses' before the video fades out.

SINGLES MATCH
WINNER ADVANCES IN FSW TITLE TOURNAMENT
Melody Malone
VS Robbie "Aire" Rayder

Watson: Kyle Guatier is very focused tonight, but he also has his sights set on The North American title match at UPRISING. He will be in our Main Event later this evening, but right now let’s get on with the action! The winner of our next match will be inserted into a contendership match for the FSW championship.

Sydney: So the stakes are high! 

Watson: It’s matches like these that could make or break a career. 

Sydney: I have to say i think this is a huge test for Robbie Rayder. Melody Malone has been to the top of the mountain, and she wants that FSW championship back you can be sure of that. Plus she’s not happy that Robbie is being handed this opportunity while her king Draco Lazarus remains banned for competing for this title. 

Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall, from Introducing... from San Diego, California.. weighing in at 136 pounds... she is the siren of scorn, Melody MaLONE!

'Vicious' from Halestorm plays as Melody comes out of the ramp and outstretches her arms, prompting pyro to shoot out in a 'V' behind her. She makes her way down to the ring, ready for action.

Starr: And her opponent, from Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing in at 225 pounds... ROBBIE ‘AIRE’ RAYDER!

'Fear' by Disturbed plays as The lights go out in the arena then a fog covers the entrance. The lights slowly come up as Robbie Rayder, wearing long purple tights and black boots, walks out through the fog and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to his lips. Robbie makes his way down to the ring.

DING DING DING

Robbie and Melody locked up, Melody managed to get Robbie in a headlock, she used the ropes as leverage to leap up and around, trying to hit a tornado DDT but Robbie somehow front flipped and landed on his feet much for the delight of the crowd, Melody didn’t stop to think though, as she was on Robbie right away, hitting a jumping snapmare which caused Robbie to roll under the ropes to the outside. Melody then ran off the ropes and tried to hit a suicide dive on Robbie, but as she dived through the middle ropes Robbie leaped onto the ring apron and kneed her in the face. With Melody stunned hanging across the ropes, Robbie pulled her onto the ring apron, he then hooked his arms around her waist and hit a belly to belly suplex from the ring apron onto the floor below! 

Watson: Holy.... Robbie Rayder May have just killed Melody Malone...

Sydney: ...and himself in the process! These fans are loving it though. 

Robbie got to his feet and broke the refs count which was up to a seven. Robbie dragged himself to the top rope as Melody still lay on the outside floor. With the fans on their feet, Robbie leaped from the top rope as Melody got to her knees. Robbie hit Aire Rayde V.2 I. onto Melody as the fans applauded! Robbie got Melody slowly into the ring before he made a pin attempt hit Melody got her foot on the bottom rope at the two and half count. Robbie took a breather after this, looking at the ref in disbelief as he thought he got the three count. Robbie then went to the top rope, but this time Melody was ready and she pounced to her feet, rushing at Robbie and pushing him off the top rope, causing him to fall to the floor outside, crashing against the barricade.

Watson: Ok Robbie is definitely dead now! My god Melody is ruthless, she didn’t even hesitate to push him off the top rope there. 

Sydney: You have to be ruthless if you want to get ahead in this game! 

Melody was pleased with her as she let the referee count Robbie out. Then just at the nine count Robbie got to his feet and climbed onto the apron, however Melody was alert and was rushed at him, pulling him over the ropes, she picked Robbie up and hit an Enziguri and then a standing moonsault. She pinned but Robbie kicked out. Frustrated, Melody picked Robbie up and tried to hit one of her moves Falling Dreams, but as she jumped onto Robbies shoulders he countered and instead hit his finisher a running sitout powerbomb he calls Star Destroyer! Robbie pinned and won the match.

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall.... Robbie ‘Aire’ Rayder!

Watson: Robbie Rayder using his ring intelligent there to counter Melody’s move into his finisher! What a big win, it’s not easy getting a victory over Melody Malone, she’s one of FSWs best.

Sydney: Very impressed with Melody tonight but to the victor goes the spoils... and Robbie Rayder is now in contention for a FSW championship match!

Watson: Well folks we’ve got much more action coming up, we will be back with you soon.

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PRIME SHOWCASE MATCH 
Vanita Thompson
VS Alton Kickass

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Watson: Welcome back everybody to FSW Number Eighty-Two! A very, very, very special match is about to begin in mere moments!

Sydney: It sure as hell is! Two of PRIME's best superstars are gracing FSW with their presence here tonight! Vanita Thompson and Alton Kickass! 

Watson: Two amazing superstars, with both having suffered a loss recently. No doubt they're looking to bounce back tonight.

Sydney: Sadly, only one can emerge the winner tonight. Draws are too rare, and these two fighters are too awesome for that. So let's see who emerges victorious this evening!

Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a PRIME Showcase Match! Introducing from Venica, Italy, 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.

The opening guitars of "Kick Ass" by Egypt Central begin to play. The lights go red and orange, flickering like broiling heat.

Deep Voice: The following ass-kicking is sponsored by Kickass Meat Company, home of the Kickass Donkeysauce Cheeseburger... You just can't beat our Kickass Meat!

The guitars BLAST, as two rows of orange and yellow streamers blow up from the floor, symbolizing fire. 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. 

Starr: Her opponent, from Lockport, New York, weighing in at 265 pounds... ALTON KICKASS!

On the way down to the ring, Alton swaggers with a big grin on his face, while also making an effort to high five as many fans as he can. Once he gets to ringside, he spins, hooks one leg on the middle rope, and leans provocatively, showing off his oiled hairy chest and sizable, erm, "area". He takes the lollipop out of his mouth, grins, and tosses it into the crowd before rolling swiftly into the ring, walking to the opposite corner, and raising his fists to the sky.

DING DING DING

Alton winks slyly at Vanita right after the bell rings. She doesn't seem to appreciate the gesture and runs forward, trying to tackle him with a Spear. Alton takes note of her already getting irritated and uses that to his advantage - likely a part of his plan - as he smacks Vanita's jaw with a European Uppercut! He follows up with a knee to Vanita's ribs, but Thompson takes and endures the hit!

She deftly moves behind him, wraps her arms around his waist, and uses every ounce of strength to toss him over with a huge German Suplex! The crowd goes wild as Vanita glances back at a prone Alton, looking very pleased with herself. 

Watson: Seems like his psychological attacks are working against him yet again. This is exactly what he did against Jonty Kelly. 

Sydney: Getting into people's heads can be very dangerous, especially in an industry like this. But Kickass isn't wrong. When it works, man does it work. 

The memory of his recent - and first - loss seems to be all Alton needs to give him incentive. Gone are the mind games as he stares right at Vanita with easily the most serious expression we've seen from him before. 

Vanita closes whatever gap had been between them and wordlessly locks his right arm in an Armbar. Alton visibly winces, but looks amused, as he seems to be fine wtih the grip at first. 

When it starts becoming too much, though, he powers out of it and takes his turn to get a Suplex off Miss Thompson; a Snap Suplex, to be precise. He then knocks her down with a Russian leg sweep, causing Vanita to fall flat on her back, straight on the canvas!

Watson: Amazing displays so far. Both giving the other every single bit of strength they have. We're witnessing why these are some of the best and newest members of PRIME's roster.

Sydney: Shhh! It's not over yet! Let's see how the rest of this match goes!

Alton shoves Vanita onto her stomach before she can get to her feet. He gets beside her and locks in Just Desserts (Modified Camel Clutch)! Vanita screams and kicks - lord does she kick! 

With him being beside her instead of behind, a few do land in Alton's sides and, at one point, his grip accidentally loosens. It's enough and Vanita is able to escape the hold, crawling away, but panting a bit heavily. She pulls herself up, using the ropes as support ... and then begins climbing up them! 

She jumps off, trying to drive an elbow into Kickass, but is caught by Alton! He sets her down on her feet, putting Vanita's back against his chest, and begins showing off his Rack Of Ribs (Snap German Suplex into a series of rapid-fire elbow drops to the ribs) off! 

Thompson tries her damnedest to cover her midsection, but some of the hits still get through, making her double over in pain and fall onto her back!

Alton goes for the cover while Vanita is trying frantically to recover from the consecutive punches!

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TWO!

THREE! 

DING DING DING

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

Watson: What a match!

Sydney: Damn straight it was! I hope one of these two, if not both, return! I would love to see this fight happen again, or them simply go against any of our own roster!

Watson: Agreed. For now, let's go over to .... 

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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE

America's Most Hated
(Dominic Sanders & Draco Lazarus)
VS Gerald Dragon & Joe Doe

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Watson: Welcome back to the Future Stars of Wrestling! It’s time for a heck of a tag team match, one you wouldn’t see anywhere but on FSW!

Sydney: And one where the Undisputed Champion of this company will grace us with his presence once again!

Watson: That’s right, Cid. Dominic Sanders will team up with his fellow America’s Most Hated member Draco Lazarus and they will take on the unorthodox team of Joe Doe and Gerald Dragon.

Sydney: There’s not a chance in bloody hell that America’s Most Hated loses this match. They’re a well-oiled machine and the other two are, well, not a machine of any type!

Watson: Let’s go up to the ring where Isabelle Starr is waiting!

Starr: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

A dragon's roar is heard over the P.A. System. “This Fire Burns” by Killswitch Engage plays as Gerald Dragon comes out on the stage to the approval of the crowd. While on the stage, flames shoot out on the stage. He walks down the ramp and shakes the hands of fans at ringside. 

Starr: Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds… Geraaaald Draaagoooon!

He stands on each of the top of the ring posts to bow to the fans as a sign of respect to the fans as done in the Japanese culture. He then stands in the middle of the ring and raises his right fist in the air.

Watson: On the last episode of FSW, Gerald Dragon was the first one eliminated in a triple threat elimination match when Vanita Thompson took care of business.

Sydney: He proved to be the weakest link that night, just as he will do tonight!

Watson: I know he’s determined to bounce back. Will he be able to do so against some very stiff competition? We will find out.

“It's My Life” by Bon Jovi starts playing. After about two minutes, 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 tag team partner… from Johannesburg, South Africa… weighing in at two hundred pounds and being accompanied by Sweet Mike… JOOOOE DOOOOOE!

They both reach the ring, Joe climbs the ropes and scans the crowd once more while Sweet Mike just smiles. Gerald Dragon stands nearby as they wait for America’s Most Hated.

Sydney: Joe Doe is, by far, the one to carry this team tonight. If they want any bloody chance to win, it’s going to be on Joe’s shoulders!

Watson: While that may be your opinion, Joe Doe has improved greatly since moving from Monday Night Brawl to the Future Stars brand. Although, he looks to bounce back following a loss to Chris Maverick two weeks ago.

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. Dominic Sanders, who isn’t necessarily one for the pomp and circumstance that Draco is, walks out slowly behind them with the EWC Undisputed Championship wrapped around his waist. 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. Dominic Sanders simply slides under the bottom rope and pushes up to his feet. Isabelle Starr is about to introduce them, but Draco rips the microphone from her hand then “shoo’s” her 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 “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. Luna goes back to the center of the ring.

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.

The fans continue to boo as Sanders shakes his head. “Zelda” comes over with a second pillow for him to place the Undisputed Championship on. He says “no” and sends them away. He raises it up into the air and places the Championship on the canvas in their corner.

Watson: I don’t… I mean, that’s the longest, most-elaborate, ridiculous entrance in all of professional wrestling. 

Sydney: Show some respect for the best duo in the entire EWC! Besides, we had to wait for TWO WHOLE bloody minutes for Joe Doe to come out!

DING DING DING

Joe Doe and Dominic Sanders start this one off. Joe uses his quickness to duck behind Sanders with a rear waistlock. Sanders looks to elbow Joe in the head but Joe ducks and now stands face-to-face with Sanders. Joe kicks Sanders in the stomach and then drives a knee upward into Sanders’ face. Sanders stumbles backwards and Joe hits him with a step-up enziguri. With Sanders on his knees, Joe bounces off of the ropes and delivers a sling blade to the Champ, sending him to his back. He covers Sanders.

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Joe is on fire as he jumps up to his feet and grabs Sanders by the arm. He drags Joe over to his corner and tags in Gerald Dragon. Dragon leaps up over the top rope and drives a knee down into Sanders’ shoulder. Sanders walks around the ring holding his arm as Dragon follows him into the corner. Dragon spins Sanders around and kicks the Champion into the ribcage. Dragon grabs Sanders by the wrist and Irish-whips him to the opposite buckle. Dragon sprints at Sanders and goes for a cross-body splash in the corner. Sanders catches the one hundred and forty pounder and tosses him like a ragdoll over the top rope and to the floor.

Watson: What a hot start for Joe Doe and Gerald Dragon, but their momentum was just stopped dead in its tracks!

Sydney: This is a size mismatch that doesn’t favor anybody but the Champ!

The referee’s count is at two and Sanders runs and bounces off of the ropes and then nails a suicide dive on Dragon on the floor. Sanders lands on his feet and he slides back into the ring. The referee goes over to talk to Sanders and Sanders begins arguing with him. Draco Lazarus drops off of the apron and runs at Dragon, nailing him with a running knee to the side of the head. Joe Doe drops off of the apron, himself, and runs around the ring towards Draco. Draco steps up onto the apron. The referee turns around and Draco yells at him to get Joe Doe back in his corner. The referee warns Doe, who reluctantly returns to his corner. Draco stands there with a smile and flips Joe Doe off from across the ring.

Watson: Typical tactics by Draco Lazarus!

Sydney: He’s so smart! And this team is so well-oiled that they did it all legally!

Watson: I’d hardly call it legal!

The referee has a four count now as Sanders walks over to his corner and tags Draco Lazarus in. Draco drops off of the apron and grabs Dragon. He rolls Dragon into the ring and covers him.

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Draco jumps up to his feet and argues with the referee about a slow count. This allows Dragon to crawl towards his corner. Just as he is about to tag Joe Doe in, Draco grabs the referee and turns him away so he can’t see the tag. Draco then points at Joe Doe and lets the referee go. The referee grabs Joe Doe and shoves him back into the corner.

Watson: Come on. This is out of hand! 

Sydney: If he doesn’t see the tag, mate, he doesn’t see it and it’s not legal!

Draco laughs and grabs Gerald Dragon. Draco lifts him up for a twisting brainbuster, but Dragon lands on his feet behind Draco. Dragon grabs Draco and delivers a textbook German Suplex, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Both men are down and Dragon slowly begins to make his way towards his corner. Finally, he lunges and tags Joe Doe in. Doe jumps up to the top turnbuckle and delivers a high crossbody to Draco as he reaches his feet. Doe lifts Draco up to his feet and locks him up, looking for the Goodnight! Sanders runs into the ring and delivers a huge boot to Joe Doe’s face! Gerald Dragon is now back to his feet and in the ring. He runs at Sanders and delivers a running, spinning heel kick to the Champion. Sanders bounces backwards and Dragon gets up and runs, clotheslining Sanders over the top rope and to the floor. Dragon waits until Sanders is to his feet and slingshots himself over the top rope into a crossbody on Sanders! Joe Doe is up to his feet. Draco is up to his feet. Doe grabs Draco and nails him with a twist of fate!

Watson: This could be it! Joe Doe is going up top!

Doe is up on the top turnbuckle with his back facing Draco Lazarus. He leaps off and connects with Dream Land!... RIGHT INTO DRACO’S KNEES! Draco gets up to his feet and grabs Joe Doe. He pulls Doe to his feet and locks Doe’s head under his arm. GOLDEN TICKET! Draco covers Joe Doe!

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Watson: Wow, the match was almost over right there! Dragon and Doe are putting up one HELL of a fight!


Dragon is back to his feet, but Dominic is right behind him on the second rope. Dragon turns around and is hit with a Texas Tornado (Tornado DDT)! Dominic lunges at Joe now, taking both men through the middle rope and onto the outside as Joe is laying in forearms to the back of the Undisputed champion! In the ring, Draco has Gerald Dragon up now, he throws a kick to the midsection of Dragon, then grabs his head and hits the GOLD STAR (Cross Rhodes)! 


Sydney: GOLD STAR! GOLD STAR! 


Draco hooks the leg for the cover as the ref counts.


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DING DING DING

Starr: Here are your winners… Draco Lazarus and Dominic Sanders… AMERICA’S MOST HAAATEEEED!

The crowd erupts in boos as Sanders pulls Doe to his feet outside the rim and, in frustration, slams Doe hard into the ring steps. Sanders slides into the ring and watches as Draco kicks Gerald Dragon  in the ribs and shoves him out of the ring with his foot. The Jaws Theme plays and the referee raises both of their hands in victory.

Watson: A good fight put up by Joe Doe and Gerald Dragon, but it was not enough tonight.

Sydney: No matter what they did, it was NEVER going to be enough!

Sanders bends over in the corner to pick up the Undisputed Championship and exits the ring. Draco begins yelling at his lackies to carry him out as we fade to a commercial break.

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SINGLES MATCH
Dallilah Ashe
VS The Maverick

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Watson: What a show this has been and we are far from finished 

Sydney: That’s exactly right. Up next we have Dalliah Ashe taking on The Maverick.

Watson: Dalliah Ashe is on a wave of momentum having won her match at the last FSW show in Paris. Maverick wasn’t on that show but he’ll be wanting to use this match to prove he is a mainstay from here on. 

Sydney: This sounds like it has all the makings of a classic and my mouth is watering at the prospect. Anyone have a tissue?

Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall, from Wexford Town, Co Wexford, Ireland... Weighing in at 192lbs... He is The Iconic Prince... MAVERICK!

The music hits as Maverick walks out from behind the curtain, the lights flashing rapidly down on him. With a skull half-mask covering his mouth and nose, the vibe is more sinister. He makes his way to the ring, the crowd still cheering him on even if he's not too keen on them anymore. 

Upon getting to ringside, he climbs to the ring apron and raises his hand as he normally would, turning to the ring and then slingshotting himself over the ropes. He stands centre of the ring, pulling away the face cover off his head and standing there waiting for his opponent's music to hit]

Starr: And his opponent, coming to you from your darkest dreams and most shameful hidden fantasies, she is your most Deadly Desire.  She its your Sweetest Sin.  The Lady Lilith. The Queen of Sorrow. The Last Temptation: Dalilah Ashe

A purple glow illuminates the arena and a violet mist rises from the stage bringing with it the smell of night shade and roses.  Rising up from beneath the stage Dalilah Ashe appears wearing a crown of black roses and thorns which prick her pale brow bringing small drops of dark red blood.  She opens her arms to embrace the love and hate of the audience, holding them in the palm of her hands for a long pause before starting her steady funeral march down the aisle to the ring.

Once ringside, she climbs catlike up onto the apron, stretching her long leg up to rest on the top rope as she begins to grind and thrust lewdly as she smirks and laughs at the shock and shame on the faces of the crowd.  As she dances The looming figure of The Mercenary makes his way down the aisle.  He stops to stand just below her, his eyes turned up to her like a loyal supplicant before some ancient goddess of lust and death.  She smiles down at him and blows him a suggestive kiss before throwing her head back to wail and cackle at the crowd.

Her war dance done she slides sensually between the ropes wearing an evil expression to stare down her opponent with a look of contempt and nothing but bad intentions. While The Mercenary, now joined by Dalilah's business manager Lacey Savage both bear witness to the coming storm from ringside.

DING DING DING

Maverick runs at Ashe for a Running Enziguri, but she ducks and he lands on the canvas where Ashe drops an Elbow onto Maverick’s spine. Ashe then stomps down on Meverick’s Elbow. Maverick screams in pain before rolling out of the ring to check his elbow. Ashe climbs to the top turnnbuckle and throws herself at Maverick. Ashe is first back to her feet and she grabs Maverick and throws him into the ring apron. Ashe rolls into the ring to break the count and instantly rolls back to the outside where she Roundhouse Kicks Maverick in the ribs. He drops to his knees as Ashe grabs him and rolls him back into the ring. Ashe climbs to the top turnbuckles and drops to Maverick with a Double Foot Stomp. Maverick moves just in time and Ashe hits nothing but canvas. Ashe limps slightly and turns in time to catch and block an Iconkick attempt. Ashe pushes Maverick’s foot away but he spins on the spot and catches Ashe with a Spinning Heel Kick. He then lifts Ashe up and drops her with a Sitout Powerbomb and the ref counts

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Maverick lifts Ashe and attempts an Ace Crusher but she pushes him off the ropes catching him with a T-Bone Suplex upon his return. Again the referee counts.

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Watson: Mamma Mia!

Sydney: Here we go again!

Watson: How can anyone resist the action happening in that ring tonight?

Ashe lifts Maverick to his feet before dropping him with a jumping Double Arm DDT and a Standing Senton Splash. As she makes the cover Maverick rolls her up in a Small Package but she kicks out of it before the ref is able to count one. Maverick grabs Ashe and Irish Whips her into the corner before running at Ashe and catching her with a Corkscrew Kick before hitting a Sliced Bread #2. Maverick looks down at his opponent before running at the ropes and hitting Ashe with an Asai Moonsault. The ref counts.

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Maverick lifts Ashe for a DDT but she Back Drops him before smashing him with a V Trigger Knee to the face. She then runs at the corner and springs off the middle turnbuckle for a Vaderbomb but eats canvas as Maverick rolls out of the ring. Ashe pulls herself together and dives through the ropes with a Suicide Dive.

Watson: TOPE SUICIDA!!!!!!!!!

Sydney: You do love Suicide Dives don’t you?

Watson: I do, I do, I do.

Sydney: Is that another Abba song? What’s the deal?

Watson: I found a cheap copy online.

Sydney: Well then, Ashe took a chance with that Tope and it’s Maverick screaming S.O.S

Ashe picks up Maverick and rolls him into the ring.Again Ashe clibs the turnbuckles and again she throws herself at Maverick with a Double Foot Stomp. This time she lands on his ribs and he clutches them in pain. Maverick sits his head up and is met with another V Trigger Knee. Ashe pulls Maverick to his feet by his hair but he pushes her off and fires an Iconkick at Ashe. Again she blocks it and spins Maverick around before hitting a Last Caress. Ashe pulls at her hair and laughs in the face of Maverick before dragging him to his feet and hitting him with The Fallen.

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DING DING DING

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

Watson: And the winner takes it all!

Sydney: I KNEW you would do that one.

Watson: She gets a big win to what was a cracking match and earns the winners share of the money money money. But join us after this because it’s our main event between Kyle Gautier and Stitches.

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The camera is back infront of General Manager Chris Brock's office again, this time a female voice is heard yelling but the words are not able to be understood through the door. Once the yelling stops, the door opens and the back of Chris Brock is seen, blocking the view into the room.

Brock: Despite your.....Unorthodox approach to stating your case and as much as I hate to admit this... You're right. You deserve another opportunity to fight for the FSW title. You are are one of the best this brand has to offer and you bleed orange. As much as I don't like the company you keep, I am a fair man. Next week you will be in a match and IF you win... You will go on to face Robbie Rayder at FSW 083 and IF you can beat him... I will add you to the FSW title match at UPRISING and it will be a triple threat match... Stitches versus Robbie Rayder....versus Melody Malone. 

Brock turns and walks out of the office as Melody Malone is seen with a none-plussed look on her face that turns into a small smirk. 

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NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH
Kyle Gautier 
VS Stitches

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Watson: Holy Smokes! Chris Brock is giving Melody Malone a chance to be aded to the FSW title match at UPRISING!

Sydney: No, this isn't right. She is the QUEEN of FSW. She DESERVES to be fighting for the FSW title. 


Watson: Anyway... And now its time for our main event of the evening, and what a main event this will be as we’ve got original Kiltbro and FSWs habitual number one contender Kyle Gautier taking on the FSW champion and EWCs very own psychotic clown... Stitches! 

Sydney: Stitches won’t be messing about here, no matter what nickname Gautier gives himself, this is and always will be Stitches playground! 

Watson: Well Kyle Gautier is not to be underestimated, he’s been on a roll as of late, picking up a great win last time out on FSW over in Paris in a triple threat match. And he’s got his Kiltbros in the front row supporting him!

Sydney: Yeh that’s all well and good but now he’s stepping into the ting against the very best FSW has to offer. The unpredictable Stitches is capable of just about anything as we’ve seen over the years. 

Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Gautier, Mississippi.... weighing in at 195 pounds... he is an Original #Kiltbro.... KYLE GAUTIER!!!!! 

The lights dim on the entrance ramp. A soft lilting of fog rolls in as a spotlight searches slowly around the arena. 

Watson: Well, this is new. 

Sydney: It's definitely more… artistic. 

Suddenly a choir robed in white robes with purple sashes appears from the fog in two rows. A quick clapping warm-up starts with the main ending verse each time being “and you can't bring me down.” The build the intensity as the choir director starts doing vigorous hand signaling, directing the exercise until they start to hold on the words. 

Choir: Yoooooooou caaaaaaaan't brrrriiiiiiing meeeeeeeee….!

As The Killers' ‘The Man' starts, the choir and director throws off their robes, revealing everyone wearing kilts and homemade T-shirts with #KiltBrosOnTour on the front and a list of all the dates and places the EWC European tour visited on the back. Stepping in center of the choir is Kyle Gautier, dressed exactly the same, with the exception of his two sashes crossing his chest.

Sydney: Jesus Christ.

Kyle walks down the ramp with purpose, high giving fans, pointing at anyone with the word Kilt on their sign, and getting the camera man to give anyone wearing a kilt a few seconds of MacTron fame. 

Watson: Kyle Gautier really finding his stride with the FSW Faithful here in Berlin. 

Sydney: There is literally no reason for this foolishness. 

Watson: He’s enjoying his first time in the main event. 

Sydney: I'm willing to bet it's his last time. 

Kyle gives a hug to a petite lady in the front row holding a #KiltSis sign. The crowd go wild as he then goes over and hugs his fellow Kiltbros Cyrus Black and David “Octane” Gowolski who are in the front row. Vanita Thompson is also there sitting beside D.O.G as Kyle gives her a hug too. Kyle then slides in the ring and tosses his shirt as close to the lady he hugged and undoes his kilt, revealing matching purple tartan shorts under. The camera pans in on Cyrus and D.O.G and as they stand up from there seats and its revealed that there both wearing kilts too! Kyle poses on a corner turn buckle as his music dies down. 

Watson: Kyle Two Sash Gautier now awaits the Champion. 

Sydney: Someone please strangle him with both those sashes

Starr: And his opponent... from New Orleans, Louisiana... now residing in The Carnival Of Shattered Dreams... weighing in at 260 pounds.... he is the FSW CHAMPION..... STITCHES!!!!!!

'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 dragging the FSW championship by his side, 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, the FSW championship laying on the floor beside him, waiting for the bell to ring.

DING DING DING

As the bell rings a Kiltbro chant goes out around the arena. Gautier looks out around the arena with a smile, he applauds the fans when all of sudden Stitches smashes into the side of him with a nasty looking forearm smash. Gautier bounces off of the ring ropes, dazed and confused as Stitches grabs him and hits a sitout powerbomb. Stitches makes the early cover as the ref counts....

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Stitches wastes no time as he gets on top of Gautier and starts blasting him with wild shots, elbows and fists.

Watson: Damn Stitches isn’t playing around! He seriously wants to do some damage to Kyle Gautier. 

Sydney: The clown is arguably the most dangerous man in the entire EWC, and he loves chaos... pure unadulterated chaos. 

Gauiter manages to push Stitches off of him, as he pulls himself towards to the ring ropes. Stitches comes right back at Gautier but this time he’s ready, and he catches Stitches in the knee with a hard kick, as Stitches drop to one knee Gautier uses the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet, he punts Stitches hard in the chest. Stitches has the wind knocked out of him as Gautier then knees Stitches in the jaw. Stitches bends back and falls to the floor, completely stunned. The crowd are right behind Gautier as he grabs Stitches legs and tries to put him in his submission finisher the Mobtown Execution but Stitches manages to crawl away fro Gautier, as he rolls out of the ring. 

Watson: Kyle Gautier is now in charge, don’t underestimate this man, he may be friendly but in the ring he’s as tough as they come!

Sydney: He’s an idiot, and he isn’t ruthless enough to beat Stitches! I am not a fan of the Kiltbros incase you didn’t know. 

Gautier climbs out of the ring, as he steps onto the ring apron Stitches swipes his feet from underneath him. As Gautier falls on the floor, Stitches hits him with a fury of punches, he then grabs a handful of Gautier hair and runs him head first into the ring post. Gautiers head connects with the ring post hard as he falls against the barricade, seemingly out cold. Stitches looks pleased with himself, he goads Gautiers Kiltbros Cyrus Black and D.O.G who are in the front row. Stitches pulls Gautier up and slaps him hard across the face right in front of them before he shouts abuse at the Kilt Bros. Cyrus has to hold back D.O.G from jumping over the barricade and getting involved in the match. 

Sydney: Stitches is as manipulative as they come, he has Gautier and his Kilt pals right where he wants them. 

Watson: I have to agree, if either Cyrus or D.O.G get involved they’ll cost the match for Gautier! Stitches knows exactly what he’s doing.

As Gautier tries to get back to his feet Stitches rush’s at him and hits a Lethal Lariat which flips Gautier off his feet. The ref is up to a seven count as Stitches causally rolls into the ring, and back into the corner, taking a breather with a sick smile on his face. The ref is up to an eight count now as the fans and Kyle Gautiers own kilt brothers are shouting at him to get up and into the ring. The ref counts nine.... and suddenly Gautier uses the ring apron to pull himself to his feet, he pulls himself into the ring just in the nick of time before the ten count as the fans let out a loud cheer and Cyrus and D.O.G hit high five. 

Stitches looks frustrated, as he springs from the corner and starts stomping on Gautier before he can get to his feet. Gautier catches Stitches foot on one of his stomps, he twists the foot as Stitches let’s out a cry and falls to floor, Gautier gets to his feet and grabs a hold of Stitches, locking in his surfboard submission move he calls the Dauphin Island Transport. Stitches is in pain with nowhere to go as Gautier puts the pressure on him. The ref asks Stitches if he wants to quit to which Stitches shouts some explicits words in his face.

Watson: We are sorry for the language that’s just came out of Stitches mouth... but the FSW champion is in trouble!

Gautier keeps the submission locked in but Stitches just will not give up. He rocks and thrashes his body from side to side, eventually Gautier let’s go of the hold. As Stitches tries to get to his feet, he turns around and right into a DDT by Gautier. Gautier then picks Stitches up and hits one of his moves a Half-Nelson he calls the Downtown. Gautier pins Stitches as the crowd count along....

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Sydney: Wow even I thought that Kyle Gautier had the win there! I must admit he is proving a lot of doubters wrong here including me. Remember he’s going up against the best FSW has to offer in Stitches! 

Gautier has a smile on his face he shakes his head, he knows how close he was to winning. As Gautier gets to his feet he drags Stitches up with him, he chops Stitches hard in the chest, Stitches responds with a headbutt, Gautier comes back at him with a hard elbow to Stitches sternum. Stitches bows over but the clown is laughing, and he looks up at Gautier and gestures for him to hit him again. Gautier shrugs and mouthes the words ok then before he starts hitting Stitches with rapid chops to the chest and then a hard European uppercut which causes Stitches to stumble back, he hits the ring ropes and suddenly bounces back towards Gautier, hitting one of his moves a bicycle kick he calls the Beautiful Disasterpiece! Gautier looks out of it but Stitches is laying on his back and he looks stunned too. After a moment stitches slowly drags himself over to Gautier, throwing an arm over him as the ref pins....

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Watson: Oh my! Another Kickout! And this time Stitches thought he had the win, what a main event this is turning out to be. What do either of these men have to do to put the other one away?

Stitches bangs his fists on the mat hard as he gets to his feet, and into the referees face, holding up three fingers. Gautier in the meantime is starting to come around. Stitches turns his attentions back towards his opponent, he picks Gautier up and hits his finisher the Crimson Arrow, Stitches makes the pin!
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DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall...  THE FSW CHAMPION....STITCHES!!!

Watson: Kyle Gautier was so impressive here tonight but Stitches is the FSW champion for a reason, hes the main man around these parts.

Sydney: I can’t lie, Kyle Gautier impressed me tonight but I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again.. Stitches is on a different level.

Watson: What a show and what a main event here tonight! Thank you for having us Berlin, we will see you again real soon.

Stitches shouts abuse at Kyle Gautier who’s still on the mat as Cyrus Black and D.OG jump the guard rail and slide into the ring, Stitches slides out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp with a sinister smile on his face as he clutches the FSW championship tightly to his chest. Cyrus and D.O.G help there fellow Kiltbro Gautier to his feet as the entire arena give him a standing ovation.

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Draco Lazarus
Sarah Roberts
Alex Blade
FSW
Joe Doe
Draco Lazarus, FSW & Scorpio
M3
Kyle Gautier 
FSW

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Cyrus Black

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Melody Malone

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Cyrus Black

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Melody Malone

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Cyrus Black

MATCH SIX
WRITER: Samantha Hamilton

MATCH SEVEN
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH EIGHT
WRITER: PRIME

MATCH NINE| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Cyrus Black

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RECAP OF WINNERS

3-WAY DANCE ELIMINATION MATCH
WINNER ADVANCES TO N/A TITLE MATCH AT UPRISING
Scott Grayse (N/S)
Vs Tyler Quest(N/S)
Vs Sarah Roberts
WINNER(S): Sarah Roberts
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FSW 081 REMATCH
Ken Suzuki Vs Jason Rayne
WINNER(S): Jason Rayne

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3-WAY DANCE ELIMINATION MATCH
WINNER ADVANCES TO N/A TITLE MATCH AT UPRISING
Equinox (N/S)
Vs O'Rion
Vs Chris Maverick
WINNER(S): Chris Maverick

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TAG TEAM MATCH
WINNERS BECOME CONTENDERS TO THE EWC TAG TEAM TITLES
M3 
Vs Damage, Inc
WINNER(S): AND NEW CONTEDERS TO THE EWC TAG TEAM TITLES Damage, Inc. 

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SINGLES MATCH
WINNER MOVES ON TO CONTENDERSHIP MATCH FOR FSW TITLE
Melody Malone Vs Robbie "Aire" Rayder
WINNER(S): Robbie Rayder

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PRIME SHOWCASE
Vanita THompson Vs Alton Kickass
WINNER(S): Alton Kickass

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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
America's Most Hated (Draco Lazarus and Dominic Sanders)
Vs Gerald Dragon and Joe Doe
WINNER(S): America's Most Hated (Draco Lazarus and Dominic Sanders)


SINGLES MATCH 
Dalilah Vs The Maverick (N/S)
WINNER(S): Dalilah


MAIN EVENT: SINGLES NON-TITLE MATCH
Kyle Gautier  Vs Stitches (c)
WINNER(S): Stitches 

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Stitches
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Melody Malone Vs. Robbie Rayder

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