FSW#083 Daly City, California
Jul 3, 2019 20:12:25 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents
HERE WE GO!!!
'Rise' by Something Clever blasts over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
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.
** The Road to Uprising '19 gets HOT! **
EPISODE 083
EPISODE 083
JULY 03RD, 2019
LIVE! from the Cow Palace - Daly City, CaliforniaWARNING: 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.
HERE WE GO!!!
'Rise' by Something Clever blasts over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
A pyro show erupts on the outside of the Cow Palace!
Followed by another, equally explosive show on the inside!
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:
"I WANT CANDY!!!"
"THE KING IS THE NEXT N.A. CHAMP!"
"JASON RAYNE FUTURE X-DIVISION CHAMP!!"
"I'M HERE FOR JOE DOE!!!"
"THE DREADNOUGHT RISES"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"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. Tonight's announcers are on standby and ready for the show to begin.
Watson: Good evening and welcome to the eighty-third episode of FSW! The European tour has concluded and we are back stateside! Tonight we are coming to you live from our home here at the Cow Palace in Daly, City California! My name is Tim Watson and with my as always is Cid Sydney!
Sydney: Thank God we are finally back in the United States! Those smelly Europeans made me sick. Take a shower you hippies! Tonight though we have some amazing matches for you! Two wrongs get righted as the King and Queen of FSW both get their respective title opportunities!
Watson: Not quite Cid! Draco and Melody have CHANCES, that is it. Draco has to go through The People's Champ and one half of the EWC Tag Team champions in Scorpio in order to secure a spot in the ladder match at FSW Uprising, FSW's first exclusive Pay-Per-View!
Sydney: Like I said, he gets his title shot tonight! He will beat a champion and move on to a match he will easily win and take the North American that should have already been given to him.
Watson: Jesus, what is Draco paying you to kiss his ass so much?
Sydney: Game recognizes game Tim and the King of EWC television has game!
Watson: Anyway... Melody Malone also has an OPPORTUNITY tonight. If she can beat Delilah Asche then she will move on to face Robbie Rayder again at FSW eighty-four and if she can beat Robbie there, the FSW title match at Uprising becomes a triple threat!
Sydney: The Queen should still be champion. That paper champion clown doesn't deserve that title!
Watson: If you had your way, there would be no need for matches at all, whomever you say would just get the title... That sounds incredibly boring. I would much rather see the incredible card we have tonight which includes a Prime versus Rampage showdown and an X-Division contest!
Sydney: We have all this and SO MUCH MORE! Our first match of the night will be coming up right after this quick message from EWCTV. Don't go anywhere .. FSW action will be back in exactly one minute
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SINGLES MATCH (X-DIVISION RULES)
Alex Blade
VS Jason Rayne
Watson: Our first match-up is between two very similar competitors, both in demeanor and in size. Those two competitors are the newcomer - Alex Blade - and Jason Rayne, who is looking to earn a reputation as a dangerous and ruthless predator here in EWC.
Sydney: Looking to? After power-bombing Ken Suzuki through our table two weeks ago, I would say he already is a ruthless predator, Tim!
Watson: You may have a point there, Cid. In either case, it looks like Isabella is ready to introduce tonight's first match.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall, under X-Division rules. Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 250 pounds...Alex BLADE!
"The Time Has Come" begins to play as Alex Blade starts making his way towards the ring.
Alex has been walking towards the ring for all of four seconds, when Jason Rayne comes running in through the entrance and up behind – the so far oblivious – Alex Blade, carrying a steel folding chair. Before Alex has a chance to turn around, Jason blindsides Alex with the steel chair, SLAMMING it into the back of Alex’s head and knocking him down prone on the floor.
Jason slams the steel chair down on Alex’s still prone body a couple more times, before tossing it out of reach. Jason then kneels on top of Alex and pummels Alex five times in quick succession. While pummeling Alex, Jason can be heard saying, “Surprise, surprise, Alex! You want to dance with the devil? Here I am!”
Jason lifts Alex up unto his feet, puts him in a headlock, and steers him to ringside.
Starr uses this time to finally announce Jason’s entrance.
Starr: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 250 pounds... The Viper, Jason RAYNE!
Jason tosses Alex inside the ring, then slides in to the ring himself. With both wrestlers now in the ring, Matt Mercer calls for the bell to get the match officially underway.
DING DING DING
Watson: Both competitors are back up on their as the match gets underway, and wow does Alex Blade look pissed after being on the business end of that ambush just moments ago.
Sydney: Alex only has himself to blame for that. This is the wrestling business, after all. If you aren’t prepared for the unexpected, you are going to get your ass handed to you, and very quickly.
The two competitors waste little time going after each other, quickly locking up in a grapple. Alex wins the grapple and irish whips Jason towards the ring ropes. Jason rebounds off the ropes and runs back towards Alex. Alex attempts a clotheline, but Jason ducks under it and heads for the ropes. Jason rebounds off the ropes and comes running full speed straight towards Alex. They both set up to deliver clothesline, and they both connect.
Watson: It’s a double clothesline! Just like that, and now both competitors are down.
Sydney: I’m not sure what they were expecting to happen there, but in any case, they are indeed now both on their backs. Whoever manages to get back on their feet first will have the advantage.
Watson: Very true, Cid. This is where Matt Mercer would normally start a ten count, but this match is under X-Division rules, so all Matt can do here is wait it out.
Sydney: Who really needs referees, anyway, if you ask me.
Watson: Nobody did ask you, Cid.
Alex makes back to his feet first and sets his sights on Jason. However Jason makes it up on his feet before Alex is able to try anything on him. They lock up once more, and this time Jason comes away with the advantage, taking Alex down with a body slam. Jason steps back, gets into position, and waits. Alex is quick to get back to his feet. Jason is ready for him and goes for the Viper Striker, but no; Alex is able to move out of harm’s way!
Watson: How about that, Cid! Alex Blade using quick reflexes to avoid what could’ve been an early end to the match!
Sydney: That’s nothing. Ask me again if and when he wins the match. Then I’ll be impressed.
Watson: Jason looks like he can hardly believe he missed hitting with his Viper Strike.
Sydney: Enough talk, I want to get back to the action.
Alex takes advantage of the few seconds of Jason’s shock by grabbing one of Jason’s arms and executing an arm wringer hold on it. After a few seconds, Alex kicks Jason in the stomach, making Jason lurch forward and allowing Alex to transition the hold into a Sambo Suplex. Alex follows the suplex up with a leg drop, and then covers Jason up for a pin. Matt Mercer slides into place for the count.
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Watson: Jason Rayne keeping the match alive with a kickout!
Sydney: Yeah, but will he or Alex Blade be able to keep the fans awake much longer?
Watson: I’m not sure I’m following you, Cid.
Sydney: This is an X-Division rules match, and so far the match has stayed completely inside the ring. What gives?
Watson:What about Jason Rayne’s ambush earlier on, Cid?
Sydney:That was before the match though, not during. Just listen to our fans out there. They can hardly wait to see the competitors get it on outside the ring.
Watson:From what we’ve seen from Jason Rayne’s past matches, I don’t think the fans will have to wait very long to see what they came for.
Jason is back to his feet. Jason grabs hold of Alex and Irish whips him towards a turnbuckle. Before Alex even reaches the turnbuckle, Jason charges towards him. Alex runs into the turnbuckle, and a second later, Jason reaches Alex and connects with a massive running clothesline, sending Alex over the top rope to the outside.
Watson: It looks like the fans are getting their wish right now, Cid!
Sydney: It sure does, Tim. It’s about time, too.
Jason rolls under the ropes to the outside, and a wicked grin comes across his face.
Sydney: We all know what that look means. The real show is just about to begin!
Jason reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a steel folding chair. He reaches underneath a second time, and pulls out a folding table. Alex Blade is finally back up on his feet, just as Jason pulls out a third object: a pair of brass knuckles. Jason turns around just in time to see Alex standing right beside him with his biker chain in hand. Before Jason is able to react, Alex wraps the biker chain around Jason’s neck. Matt Mercer does his best to talk Alex into releasing his grip, but can do little else due to their not being any disqualifications in this match-up.
Watson: Alex can’t do that! He’ll choke the life out of Jason like that!
Sydney: Yes he can! This is X-Division rules!
After struggling for four seconds, Jason is able to elbow Alex in the gut several times, which causes Alex to loosen his grip. Jason takes advantage of this and headbutts Alex in his head. Alex releases his hold entirely and places his hands on his aching head.
Watson: A massive headbutt from Jason Rayne! That has got to hurt!
Jason follows up by kicking Alex in the gut, causing Alex to lurch forward. Jason grabs hold of Alex’s head, tucks it in his armpit, and takes Alex down with a DDT.
Watson: Wow! Jason DDTed Alex right on the hard outside surface!
Sydney: He calls that the Viper Driver, Tim! Alex Blade will be feeling that one for some time!
Watson: Let’s just hope Alex is still conscious, Cid.
As Alex is still laying on the floor, Jason reaches under the ring and pulls out a second chair, which he tosses inside the ring.
Watson: Jason Rayne retrieving another chair. I think Jason has forgotten in the heat of battle that he already had retrieved a chair earlier. Meanwhile, Matt Mercer is trying to coax Jason to bring the action back inside the ring.
Sydney: There’s not much Matt can do about it. X-Division rules mean there is no ten-count.
Watson:It looks like Jason is heading back inside the ring, anyways, Cid.
As Jason sets up the folding chair in the ring, Alex climbs back to his feet, walks over and picks up the other folding chair laying on the ground. Alex slides the folding chair into the ring, and then slides into the ring himself. Jason is not yet aware that Alex is in the ring, and busies himself with affixing his brass knuckles on one of his hands. Alex Blade sneaks up before Jason and begins to raise his folding chair above his head.
Watson:This could be it, folks!
Jason looks up just in time to see Alex start to swing the folding chair downward, and to dive somewhat out of the way, with the chair hitting him on his back.
Watson: That’s gotta hurt!
Sydney: Jason is lucky that chair didn’t catch him on his head. He would be seeing stars right now.
Alex hoists Jason back on his feet. Alex then kicks Jason in the gut to make him keel forward, grabs Jason’s head, and takes Jason back down with a Running Bulldog. Alex covers Jason up to try for the pin. Matt Mercer starts the count.
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Jason kicks out!
Watson: Alex can’t believe it!
Sydney: Neither can I, Tim! That should’ve been all she wrote!
Alex hoists Jason back up on his feet, and hits Jason with a back-breaker. While Jason is down, Alex moves the already stood-up folding chair into position, and gives the audience the ‘Angel Blade’ signal. He then hoists Jason to his feet and attempts to set Jason up for an Angel Blade on top of the chair. Jason breaks out of the hold and punches Alex in the jaw with his brass knuckles, knocking Alex flat on his back. Jason hoists Alex back onto his feet and sets him up for a face-first sit out crucifix power-bomb, which he executes on top of the steel folding chair!
Watson: I’m told Jason calls that move the Viper’s Venom!
Jason hooks Alex’s leg and goes for the pin.
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DING DING DING
Starr: Ladies and gentlemen,your winner via pinfall…. ‘The Viper’ Jason RAYNE!
Watson: : Just like that, this match is over!
Sydney: : What a match it was, too!
Watson: After a match like that, I am sure we could all use a breather. Don’t go away, folks! We’ll be right back after these words from our sponsor!
the shot opens back from commercial backstage to Lisa Goldrush posting up in a nondescript hallway behind the curtain at the Cow Palace. Almost immediately as we just get used to the shot, Sarah Roberts - dressed in full battle regalia - rounds the corner with Delilah Huang at her side.
Lisa Goldrush: Sarah, Delilah? Can I have a minute?
Like a viper with a degree in journalism, she strikes. Sarah's hands release themselves from the towel that's draped around her neck so she's able to throw them up. You can practically read the "Of course." mixed with disappointment on her face.
Sarah Roberts: God damn it!
She doesn't even pay Lisa heed and instead turns to her manager.
Sarah Roberts: Didn't we send someone a memo about being surprise attacked by the interviewers like we just walked into Matt Lauer's office?
Delilah Huang: We totally did.
Sarah Roberts: I f***in' thought so!
Delilah Huang: What? It happened, once? Twice before?
Sarah Roberts: Once or twice? Too f***in' many as far as I'm concerned. They know how to schedule this shit with me. I dunno why they insist this guerilla journalism attitude - like they're Heraldo or some shit - upon them f***in' selves.
Lisa Goldrush: Can I have a minute?
The Little Engine That Could, everyone. Take a gander. Sarah let her unwilling spirit show with a huff. In stereo, the twosome turn their attention to Lisa.
Delilah Huang: You get one. Everybody gets one. That's the rule. Tell this trick, Sarah.
Sarah Roberts: That's the rule.
Lisa Goldrush: I was just curious about your plan tonight. It's a double-edged sword you're going to be dealing with. You've got Zugaikotsu, a young upstart who would love to claim a victory over you and your other opponent, Chris Maverick in order to get some of the spotlight. Then there's the aforementioned Chris Maverick, who'll be involved in the ladder match for the newly reactivated North American Championship. Are you concer-
Sarah waves off Lisa before she gets a chance to finish.
Sarah Roberts: Hold on. That last word? You ain't ever gonna say it in my presence again, alright? That kinda s**t is a weakness. I don't experience it, I don't have it anywhere in my team, I don't wanna hear it.
Delilah Huang: I think what everyone saw last week was clarification for that. We had people all over us asking if the once and future champ was ready and what happened?
There's a pause which raises Delilah's eyebrow.
Delilah Huang: That wasn't rhetorical bitch, answer me.
Lisa Goldrush: Sarah submitted Scott Grayse and Tyler Quest...
Lisa's at least a little nervous.
Delilah Huang: With?
Lisa Goldrush: The Highlight of the Night...
Delilah rolls her finger in the classic, "let's go".
Delilah Huang: And?
Lisa Goldrush: She secured both eliminations.
Sarah Roberts: I did exactly what I said I was gonna do. I said I was taking them both out, and I did. I'm going out there...
Sarah points in what's presumably the direction to the gorilla position.
Sarah Roberts: ... I'm going on record right now saying that I'm going to beat both Zugaikotsu and Chris Maverick so bad that they're pissin' blood and pukin' up ribs and I will. I said that Future Stars of Wrestling will belong to Sarah Roberts and it will. I just hope everyone understands that this is for their own good. A pack's only as strong as the alpha and I don't need the FSW Championship in order to do it. I already took one of Stitches' belts. Everybody's gonna get with the program one way or another and if that means I have to make some people spends birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, in the ICU then it's what I have to do.
Delilah Huang: Look, fact of the matter is that every member of every roster got signed to a contract because they've got the goods. Flat out. Just like in any other combat sport company, EWC expects ya girl, Sarah Roberts, to not only kick faces in, but put on entertaining bouts. It's hard though when the folks they say have the juice don't really have s**t. So, we've got to build from the ground up. Houses and foundations and all that good s**t. If Sarah's going to be at the top of the mountain, it's got to be made out of the stacked bodies of the best this business has to offer. Stacking them like wrestling's Pol Pot, ya dig?
Almost immediately, Sarah's eyes grow wide and she waves of Delilah's comment.
Sarah Roberts: Woah! No! Nooooooooo f***in' way. I might be an asshole, but I ain't f***in' evil. I don't wanna eliminate the roster. I just want to help them help themselves. I'm just killing two birds with one stone by kicking the s**t out of Chris Maverick and Zugaikotsu. Those two get to learn the hard way and the smart ones get to learn by example. But it's gonna happen from the ground up.
Delilah Huang: Speaking of which...
Sarah folds her arms over her chest and the duo stares Lisa down. She's genuinely confused.
Lisa Goldrush: What?
The twosome maintain their posture.
Lisa Goldrush: If you want to lead, you have to communicate.
Sarah Roberts: Don't sass me.
Delilah Huang: Don't sass her, bitch. You know what you did.
It takes a moment, but the light bulb eventually goes off.
Lisa Goldrush: Are you really still on me about "surprise attacking" you?
Sarah Roberts: You've got two options. One - you can apologize to me and we can close this interview professionally. Two - I can choke you out so bad you'll shit yourself because you'll actually die for a split second to a worldwide audience.
Lisa Goldrush: I'm sorry.
The reluctance is evident. Lisa doesn't want to test Sarah and it's probably for the best.
Sarah Roberts: Apology accepted. You have my email and my cell so f***in' schedule these things.
Delilah Huang: Please actually listen. We don't like having to rub your nose in your mess.
To further drive that point home, Sarah shakes her head. Lisa takes a moment to compose herself.
Lisa Goldrush: Good luck in your match tonight Sarah, and thank you for taking the time to speak with me.
For the first time during the whole segment, Sarah smiles. Well, it's more like a smirk.
Sarah Roberts: Anytime as long as you learn how to schedule appointments.
With that, Lisa turns to the camera as Sarah and Delilah walk off camera.
Lisa Goldrush: Sarah Roberts, everyone. For FSW, I'm Lisa Goldrush an-
Lisa jumps at the sound of metal clattering and a light bulb popping. The shot gets noticeably darker. Sarah and Delilah's voices can be heard off-screen.
Sarah Roberts: Broke your f***in' lamp.
Delilah Huang: Our bad.
Sarah Roberts: Email me the bill along with the time you guys wanna do this again. It's fun.
The shot fades to black on a clearly drained and frustrated Lisa Goldrush.
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Chris Maverick
VS Sarah Roberts
VS Zugaikotsu
Watson: Welcome back to Future Stars after an absolute beast of an X-Divison match!
Sydney: This triple threat match coming up is going to be just as hot tonight, pitting the Deerfield Destroyer against the lunatic Chris Maverick and the new kid on the block Zu.. Zug..
Watson: Zugaikotsu! A fantastic prospect from Japan, and one I think is going to make tremendous strides here on Future Stars.
Sydney: Yeah. That guy.
Starr: The following is a TRIPLE THREAT match scheduled for one fall, from The Graveyard, weighing in at 235 pounds... 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. He makes his way to the ring and as he enters he starts talking to himself, and mutters something to the referee. The referee has a confused look on his face, and Maverick pats his back, before laughing to himself again, as if he had just made an extremely funny joke. Maverick laughs his way into the corner, until he stops, and his angry expression is back, as he waits.
"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. While Sarah isn't much for pageantry and only offers a smirk before heading down the ramp, Delilah contrasts her client's stern demeanor the type of hype antics befitting of a Public Enemy concert.
Starr: 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!
With the same juxtaposition as seen on the stage, Sarah continues down to the ring with Delilah in tow. Before Sarah can enter the ring, Delilah scampers up the stairs and uses her body to separate the top and middle ropes. Sarah slides between them, moves to the center of the ring, and raises her arms while Delilah takes to the corner, shouting inaudibly and pointing to her client. As "Holding My Breath" fades from the PA, Sarah takes to her corner while Delilah exits the ring entirely.
Starr: And the third member of this match, all the way from Kyoto Japan.. Weighing in at 220 pounds.. ZUGAIKOTSU!
"T.F.F.B" by GALNERYUS begins to play, and one of FSW’s newest signings, Zugaikotsu emerges from backstage to some considerable fanfare as he makes his way to the ring.
DING DING DING
As the bell sounds, both Maverick and Zugaikotsu make a run for Sarah Roberts and begin to give her the business from both sides. Delilah at ringside hollers some encouragement to Roberts, who gets in a few closed fists of her own to try and keep the assault at bay. Finally, Chris Maverick manages to pull Sarah away from Zugaikotsu and wraps his arms around her waist before trying to set her up for a buckle bomb. Zugaikotsu leaps up and drop kicks Maverick in the back, the alliance broken as quickly as it began. Maverick loses hold of Roberts, and Zugaikotsu rolls him up from behind for a short 2 count. Roberts rolls out of the ring, away from both men and shaking out the assault as Delilah Huang talks her up ringside. Delilah and Sarah both look skyward to see Zugaikotsu come flying over the top rope with a pescado. Huang avoids getting taken out in the fray, but Roberts is less lucky. Zugaikotsu focuses on Roberts, fighting her to her feet before she gets a hard right in on the rookie herself. Zugaikotsu stumbles back before Sarah Roberts goes for a spinning back fist that not only connects but sends Zugaikotsu spiraling into the steel stairs. Roberts rolls into the ring just long enough to break the count before she gets back out and grabs Zugaikotsu, heaving him back into the ring. As Roberts turns her attention to Zugaikotsu, Maverick has rolled out of the ring and instead turned his attention elsewhere.
Watson: Where exactly is Chris Maverick going?
Sydney: Oh c’mon man...
Chris Maverick’s crazed look is in his eyes again, but instead of his opponents he’s turned his attention to Delilah Huang at ringside. As Sarah takes down Zugaikotsu with a double leg take down and as she attempts to transition to her jujitsu full guard, she catches the commotion outside. Roberts emphatically shoves down Zugaikotsu before she rolls under the bottom rope and grabs Maverick by the shoulder. He’s whipped around to face Roberts, but manages to evade her initial swinging fist but doesn’t avoid the forearm smash coming from the left. He stumbles back and shakes his head, letting out a cackle as he refuses to back down from Sarah’s continued approach. Sarah takes another forearm to Maverick, but Maverick absorbs it and fires back one of his own. They continue to exchange blows, and Maverick hits Sarah with a right that stumbles her back a bit. She glares in response before running up on him and delivering a vicious superman punch. It’s enough to make Maverick stumble back himself, turning around and walking right into Zugaikotsu who leaps up and brings Maverick down on the outside with a Frankensteiner. Zugaikotsu grabs Maverick, throwing him back into the ring but before he can get into the ring himself, Sarah Roberts takes down Zugaikotsu with a rolling elbow. She leaves him ringside and gets into the ring, hooking the leg of the fallen Chris Maverick. She gets a 2 count before Zugaikotsu pulls her off of him by the ankle, breaking the count as he gets back into the ring.
Watson: Zugaikotsu saving the match for himself there, this isn’t an elimination style match so first fall takes it all!
Sydney: But was it worth waking the sleeping giant?
Zugaikotsu slides into the ring, looking to get a pin on Maverick but Roberts is having none of it. She hauls Zugaikotsu off of Chris before the referee can even get into position to count and whips him into the ropes. Zugaikotsu comes back with a dropkick that sends Sarah to her back and he follows up with a standing moonsault! He hooks the leg, but only gets a 1 count before Maverick is back in the game and stomps on the back of Zugaikotsu’s head to break the pinfall. Maverick grabs Zugaikotsu up from the mat and stands him up only to hook his head and send him into the corner with a nasty suplex into the turnbuckle. Zugaikotsu crumples and Maverick is back to his feet and looks ready to take on Sarah Roberts. As Maverick gets his bearings, he throws a left at Roberts who ducks his attempt. Sarah goes for a tie up and gets Chris Maverick into position for a snap suplex, sending him flat onto his back. She turns, and Zugaikotsu is to his feet in the corner. Sarah smashes a spinning back kick to his abdomen before she tries to set him up for a suplex of his own. She gets him into position, but before she can connect, Chris Maverick is back in the fray and hits a running dropkick that sends both Sarah and Zugaikotsu into the turnbuckle with a thud. Sarah stumbles back out of the corner, and Maverick takes no time to get her locked in before delivering his Test Subject tiger driver for the victory.
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... CHRIS MAVERICK!
Watson: You can call it an upset if you want, but Chris Maverick just knocked off a former EWC Television champion!
Sydney:] That’s what happens in a triple threat match Watson - sometimes you gotta just take whatever opportunities come to you and that’s exactly what Chris Maverick did tonight. He's got some momentum going now with Uprising coming up and if he wants that North American title then he needs to keep this going!
Watson: But lets not knock Zugaikotsu here either - he’s got a bright future here on FSW, that’s for sure. And Sarah Roberts isn’t one to take a loss lightly. I imagine he’ll be wanting to sleep with one eye open after that win tonight. But for now sit tight EWC faithful! We’ve got Gerald Dragon and Kyle ‘Two Sash’ Gautier coming up after the break!
Zugaikotsu rolls out of the ring, as the referee holds up Chris Maverick’s arm in victory. Delilah Huang checks on a foggy Sarah Roberts as Maverick hops out of the ring with a bit of murmuring to the crowd with a laugh on his way out as we head to commercial.
The cameras backstage open up on a familiar logo.
The camera pans from the logo to a large executive desk, where the self-proclaimed Queen of FSW herself sits with her hands steepled together in front of her. She holds a hand up, pointing to a smaller version of the logo superimposed on the screen with a smirk.
Melody Malone: Ladies and Gentlemen… Welcome, to Scorn Center.
Melody Malone: Now, before we get to my opponent tonight… There are a few things that I need to address and they’re concerning the slanderous comments made by the current number one contender to the FSW championship… Robbie Rayder.
Melody scrunches her nose before dramatically turning in her chair for a new camera angle, her legs crossed in her chair.
Melody Malone: Foregoing the entire spiel where he dared compare Draco and I to literally HITLER and Eva Braun… which I don’t think needs repeating or any explanation as to how incredibly insensitive it was for Robbie to make such a disgusting remark prior to competing in Berlin, he had the audacity to actually step up, and claim that I’ve somehow ‘tarnished’ my legacy by associating with Draco and the rest of America’s Most Hated? C’mon Rayder, let’s be honest with each other right now. The only reason you even think to throw my teammates and my KING under the bus, is because for months you’ve been nothing but the associate for the former EWC Undisputed champion.
Melody Malone: Let me ask you something, future number one contender to number one contender. What is it about America’s Most Hated that scares you so much, you cower behind that garbage accusation? Have I tried to employ my teammates to cover my ass in the ring? To ensure my success? If I snapped my fingers, Draco would send in The Viking to do my dirty work and take you out before next Future Stars. He’s already proven that Dalilah’s a completely buyable asset after she and Mercenary both gave up their opportunity for gold in exchange for green. So what is it, that really has you panicked, when America’s Most Hated and my darling Draco haven’t so much as lifted an eyebrow in your direction?
Melody smirks, returning to her forward facing position at her desk.
Melody Malone: That’s what I thought.
The logo flashes up on the screen again, before a hurried paragraph of disclaimers, disclosures, and general legalese scroll past at a blistering speed and we fade too black.
SINGLES MATCH
Gerald Dragon
VS Kyle Gautier
Watson: Cid, let me ask you a question.
Sydney: Yes....
Watson: Are you ready for some Kiltbro action? Because Original Kiltbro and FSWs sash wearing number one contender Kyle Gautier is about to take on Gerald Dragon.
Sydney: Kyle is getting about a bit, he was over in Oakland for BRAWL Monday night, and he got into it with America’s most hated. He better hope Draco and Melody aren’t waiting in the wings to strike. Although Gerald has some beef with Draco and Melody to seem as he lost a tag team match to them in Berlin a few weeks back. Then again Gerald also wants revenge on Kyle who defeated him in a triple threat match the last time the two met. This should be interesting.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall, from Chattanooga, Tennesse, weighing in at 140 pounds... GERALD DRAGON!!!
A Dragon's roar is heard over the PA, as This Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage plays as Gerald Dragon comes out on the stage to the approval of the crowd, he heads down the ramp and towards the ring.
Starr: And his opponent.. From Mobile, Alabama, weighing in at 215 pounds... he is an original Kiltbrooooooo... KYLE GAUTIER!!!!!
Purple lights bathe the entrance ramp. As 'The Man' starts to play, a bit of fog billows out from backstage. Gautier follows it out and waves at it with his hands, he has a kilt on as the fans give him a loud cheer. He makes his way down to the ring to a chorus of ‘kiltbro’ chants.
DING DING DING
Gautier and Dragon lock up, Gautier spins around to Dragons back and locks in a sleeper hold, Dragon drops back around Gautier, hooks his arms underneath him and lifts him in the air, dropping him back down for an atomic drop. Gautier goes flying forwards and bounces off of the ropes, which sends him straight back towards Dragon who hits a German Suplex on him. Dragon goes for the pin but Gautier kicks out.
Dragon climbs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a frog splash but Gautier rolls out of the way at the last minute, and Dragon hits the mat hard. Gautier hits a hard knee to the jaw then a DDT on Dragon. Gautier goes for a pin and Dragon kicks out at two. Gautier gives Dragon pat on the back.
Watson: Kyle Gautier acknowledging Gerald Dragons efforts here!
Sydney: Both men have brought there A-Game tonight. I can’t separate the two.
Dragon gets to his feet as Gautier leans against the ropes, the two men give each other a respectful nod and then they lock up. Dragon whips Gautier off of the ropes, then Dragon rushes Gautier, spins around him and hits a dragon suplex. Dragon goes for another pin but Gautier counters it into a small package pin. Dragon kicks out at two and then before Gautier can get to his feet, Dragon grabs a hold of Gautier leg and locks in an ankle lock.
Dragon has the ankle lock in good, Gautier stretches for the ropes but can’t reach as the ref continuously asks him if he wants to quit. Gautier pushes himself up as far as he can using his hands, and then he pulls himself forwards and roll, breaking the ankle lock and causing Dragon to stumble forward and fall through the middle ropes to the outside.
Watson: Oh I thought Gerald Dragon had the win there with the ankle lock but Gautier found a way to break out.
Sydney: Kyle Gautier is an intelligent man, can’t deny that. His brainpower is his biggest asset in the ring.
Dragon climbs back onto the ring apron, Gautier knees him in the mid rift then hooks him up and suplexes him back into the ring, however Dragon lands on his feet and as Gautier turns around Dragon already bounces off of the opposite ropes and back towards him. Dragon goes for his spear finisher but Gautier leapfrogs over him and Dragon stumbles to the floor, as he tries to get back to his feet Gautier grabs a hold of him and hits his finisher Triumvirate! Dragon is out cold as Gautier pins him and gets the win.
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... KYLE GAUTIER!!!
Watson: A big win for Kyle Gautier here tonight! This could go a long way to help Kyle gather momentum for the North American title match at Uprising!
Sydney: Gerald Dragon was unlucky here tonight, I thought this match could’ve went either way.
Watson: Congratulations to Kyle Gautier on his win...
The scene heads backstage and we open to none other than ‘The Rebel Child’ Georgie Nickles! The crowd gives a cheer for one half of ReBelle and she smiles widely, patting the EWC World Tag Team Championship on her shoulder. There’s a “REBEL CHILD! REBEL CHILD!” chant that breaks out amongst the fans and Nickles gives a humble nod of her head in thanks, before speaking as the fans settle down.
Georgie Nickles: FSW - REBELLE IS IN THE HOUSE! Yes, that’s right, Scorpio is halfway through his tour of the EWC with two emphatic victories under his oh so fashionable belt, and tonight he’ll take on Draco Lazarus in the main event —
Boos sound out at the mention of Draco.
Georgie Nickles: However! That’s not the only reason we’re here in Daly City. You see last time on FSW we all watched as Damage INC scored a big win over M3 to claim number-one contendership to these babies...
She gestures to the EWC World Tag Team Championship on her shoulder.
Georgie Nickles: And on Monday Night Brawl Mayhem and Malice announced that they’ll be coming for these titles at Scars and Stripes. Yet... well... one half of ReBelle is fighting on every EWC show this week, while it seems both halves of Damage INC have taken a well-earned night of rest.
She raises both eyebrows and the fans give another chorus of boos at the fact Damage INC aren’t competing tonight. A slight smile flickers on The Rebel Child’s face.
Georgie Nickles: Regardless, we’re defending champions, and we’ll take on whoever challenges us, especially those who’ve earned their shots. Rest all you like guys, train hard, be prepared - you’re coming up against the leaders of the tag team division and we won’t accept anything less than coming out of Scars and Stripes with an emphatic first defense. Mayhem... Malice... in 10 days, my dears, you’re going to become casualties for our cause.
She blows a mock kiss at the camera before smiling.
Georgie Nickles: Keep your eyes peeled on tonight’s main event... let it serve as a warning shot.
The scene fades as Nickles raises her Championship belt up high, and the watching crowd cheers her on.
Watson: The Rebel Child serves a strong message to Damage INC - at Scars and Stripes the two teams will clash for the EWC World Tag Team Championships, and she’s confident ReBelle will remain the champions!
Sydney: I can't wait to watch Damage, Inc. take those belts away from ReBelle! Scars and Stripes can't come soon enough! We'll be right back after these messages, folks!
SINGLES MATCH
The Maverick
VS Joe Doe
Watson: Now its time for some more singles action, the Maverick takes on FSWs very own Golden boy Joe Doe.
Sydney: Another two superstars who are looking to put one foot in the title race with a win here tonight.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall , introducing first From Wexford Town, Co Wexford, Ireland... Weighing in at 192lbs... He is The Iconic Prince... MAVERICK!
Inception' by Hanz Zimmer (Junkie XL Remix) and the Maverick makes his way out to the ring.
Starr: And his opponent... from Johannesburg, South Africa... weighing in at 200 pounds... JOE DOE!
It's my life by Bon Jovi starts playing and Joe Doe makes his way down to the ring with his manager sweet mike following.
DING DING DING
As the match begins the Maverick slides out of the ring,as Joe tries to follow him Maverick pulls his legs from underneath him. He then pulls Joe to the ring post and smashes his leg off of the steel. Maverick gets in the ring and starts stomping Joes head and body until the ref pulls Maverick away for fear that he’ll hurt Joe badly.
While the Maverick argues with the referee, Joe recovers and gets to his feet. Maverick pushes passed the referee and tries to rush him but Joe catches him with a step up enziguri. Joe backs off into the corner as Maverick tries to get to his feet. As Maverick turns around Joe charged at him and hits a spear. Joe pins Maverick but he kicks out.
Watson: Oh a nice spear by Joe Doe there.
Sydney: Yup, he nearly got the win there.
Joe Pulls Maverick to his feet and whips him off of the ropes and tries a clothesline’s as Maverick comes back at him. Mavericksucks the clothesline’s and instead hits the ropes again and bounces off of the middle rope, hitting a Triangle Asai Moonsault on Joe. Maverick pins and tries to use the ropes for leverage but the referee sees it and breaks the count. Maverick gets in the refs face and complains.
Watson: Maverick better watch himself or he’ll get disqualified.
Sydney: I admire his gusto, he’s just trying to do what he can to get the victory. I can respect that.
Joe gets to his feet and drop kicks Maverick from behind who bangs into the referee and then falls out of the ring. The referee is down on the mat so Maverick senses an opportunity, he grabs a steel chair and gets into the ring. As Maverick raises the chair, Joe pulls of his super kick finisher he calls Hard fall, kicking the chair into Mavericks face. The chair falls out of the ring and Joe pins Maverick just as the ref is coming too. Joe gets the win.
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... JOE DOE!!
Watson: Maverick tried to use the chair but Joe was the one who took advantage and he gets the win.
Sydney: Both men did what they had to do to get the win, and Joe came out on top.
Watson: Lets go to a commercial break, then we’ll be right back with you.
The cameras backstage open up once again on the same logo we saw earlier in the evening.
Still clad in red, Melody pulls a pencil out from behind her ear and traces it down the piece of paper on the desk in front of her.
Melody Malone: Ladies and Gentlemen… welcome back to ScornCenter. Now that… Robbie is out of the way, there’s still the nagging issue of Dalilah Ashe. Diet Melody herself. Now before we get into everything wrong with everything you said earlier, I want to bring something to your attention. You probably missed it somewhere between the quaaludes and Four Loko cocktail that Mercenary fed you to get you to sign up.
The camera feed fuzzes to static for a bit before we see a replay back to Uprising #14.
Cletus scoops Melody off of the pavement and walks her over towards “G&K Grocery.” He grabs her head and goes to slam her into the window of the storefront, but she puts her foot up and blocks it. She grabs Cletus and drives a forearm into his face and shoves him up against the glass of “The Good Chocolate” next door. She takes a few steps back and sprints at him, spearing him through the glass and into the store!
Watson: Oh my God! She just put Cletus through a window!
Sydney: She’s like a kid in a candy shop right now, Watson!
Watson: Well, they are LITERALLY in a candy shop!
Watson: Oh my God! She just put Cletus through a window!
Sydney: She’s like a kid in a candy shop right now, Watson!
Watson: Well, they are LITERALLY in a candy shop!
The camera feed returns to the desk, and Melody arches an eyebrow.
Melody Malone: What you’ve just witnessed… Dalilah.. Is what happens, when someone decides they want to try and play with the skeletons they feel are lurking in my closet. Now, perhaps you don’t recognize the name of the man that Watson so eloquently screamed as the glass shattered, but he hasn’t been back on Future Stars television since then… thanks, in part, to my actions that fateful night here in Daly City.
Melody Malone: So you see, what you clearly don’t know about that night Dalilah… is that it was the last night that anyone decided to be foolish enough to run their mouth and pretend that they’ve found some locked away dark secret. And moreover? Things have happened since that February evening. Things have… changed. People - have changed. While I will NEVER take the name Lazarus ever again, it holds less power than you might think.
She sets the pencil down carefully on the desk before leveling her gaze back toward the camera.
Melody Malone: You might’ve played a couple games with your last couple of opponents in the ring Dalilah, but you’re about to be outmatched tonight on Future Stars. Even your ignorance won’t save you when the bell finally sounds, because if you want to dig about into my proverbial closet?
She chuckles, leaning forward to the camera with a wink.
Melody Malone: Well love, all I can say is… you’d better whisper me your safe word before the match begins, otherwise ‘no’ isn’t going to mean ‘no’ when I get my hands on you.
With that, the logo flashes back onto the screen and yet more legalese and disclosure scroll rapidly across the screen before it heads ringside.
Within the darkness, the carnival clown sits, perched atop a shipping container the production crew used to move around the set from one arena to the next. The shipping container wasn't meant for climbing but the carnival clown had a knack for climbing things he wasn't meant to climb. He wasn't meant to climb the ladder in Daly City, Melody Malone was meant to rectify her past mistakes. Stitches ensured that didn't happen. Stitches stares downward, eyeing the ground below with one hand placed on the FSW Championship on his right shoulder, the other resting precariously in his lap.
Stitches: Imagine, for a second. playing the victim card despite having everything handed to you on a silver platter. There are no wrongdoings, Melody Malone simply can't take responsibility for her actions. Yet, here she is again, tangled in this spider web of never-ending opportunities, getting the opportunity to 'earn'... and I use that term loosely... a shot to challenge the challenger for contention to the FSW Championship. She had her opportunity in Berlin, Germany to earn an opportunity to challenge for the FSW Championship, all she had to do was defeat Robbie Rayder. And guess what? She blew it. It was a seemingly impossible match to lose against a man who, despite preaching a change of attitude, really hasn't changed at all. She came up short, affording Robbie Rayder the opportunity to challenge for the championship she has been screeching was robbed from her for months now, despite already squandering her chance at redemption. That seems to be a bit of a trend for the self-proclaimed 'queen of FSW'.
Stitches: But now, here she is in California with an opportunity to re-insert herself into the equation against a woman so irrelevant that if you blink you will miss anything meaningful she has ever done, that being Delilah. Again, you would think this would be a seemingly impossible match to lose, but it is Melody Malone's match to lose. Delilah has nothing to lose and everything to gain. Melody Malone had everything to lose. A loss here leaves her in a canoe without a paddle, drifting endless towards the unknown, wondering where her career goes from here. The Tag Team Championships are out of the equation, herself and Draco Lazarus made that certain by losing to Damage Inc. in, again, a seemingly impossible match to lose. If she loses in California there is no hope left. But even if she wins, she has to face Robbie Rayder one more time to earn contention. A victory for Melody Malone two times in a row ensures she has the ability to weasel her way into the championship picture at Uprising.
Stitches: Perhaps Melody Malone was right, perhaps she is FSW's only hope for usurping the FSW Championship from around the carnival clown's waist. Why would management afford her opportunity after opportunity to challenge for the championship if they didn't see her as some saviour for the orange brand, riding in on a white horse with all of FSW's hopes strapped to her back? And if Melody Malone is FSW's only hope, then all hope is lost for the FSW brand. It is a shame, really, that it only took one with the intestinal fortitude to break the glass ceiling and the entire brand came crashing down around him. I expected more from Melody Malone the first time around, and the second time around. I expected more the third time around. But now, all I expect out of her is to repeat history because the mystique of the Siren Of Scorn long since wore off. The woman standing before you all is nothing more than a broken shell of a woman making a last ditched effort to sing her last tune.
Stitches stands to his feet, he throws the FSW Championship over his right shoulder and turns around. As he begins to saunter away he whistles the funeral march in memorium to the career of Melody Malone. Whether it was here tonight in California or at Uprising, one way or another, the final nail would be hammered into the coffin for the Siren Of Scorn. Shortly, this little charade would be over and everyone could move on from the 'woe is me' story Melody Malone incessantly chose to spew forth.
REDEMPTION MATCH
Delilah
VS Melody Malone
Watson: What a show this has been so far and it's far from over!
Sydney: That's right, up next is an all female clash between Dalliah Ashe and Melody Malone.
Watson: There is a lot on the line here with regards to Uprising. If Melody wins tonight she is one step closer to the main event of Uprising and the FSW Title.
Sydney: I personally don't think she'll make it to Uprising but I'm interested to see if she can make it past Dalliah Ashe here.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall, weighing in at 127 pounds... DALILAH ASHE!
'Nymphetamine Fix' plays as Dalliah Ashe walks to the ring in a steady funeral march. 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,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 as they makes their way to the ring with a look of contempt and nothing but bad intentions.
Starr: And her opponent from San Diego, California.. weighing in at 136 pounds... she is the siren of scorn, Melody MaLONE!
The lights dim down, eventually leaving the arena in darkness. A low rumble comes over the PA system, as white noise that sounds almost like bad vinyl slowly starts to get louder and louder.
Smoke billows across the stage as the lights slowly start coming back to life and Melody Malone slowly saunters her way out from backstage. She's clad in a long jacket that is just barely buttoned at the midriff but still exposes a leather harness-looking outfit.
Melody continues down the ramp toward the ring, ignoring the fans ringside with a half sneer. She climbs up onto the apron, stepping in between the bottom two ropes before she takes her place in the center of the ring. She pulls the jacket open, revealing her leather halter harness. She removes the jacket and tosses it off to the side, adjusting the fingerless gloves on her hands as she takes a step back from the center of the ring staring at her opposition.
DING DING DING
The bell rings and Melody charges at Ashe Dropkicking her in the chest and knocking her back into the corner where Melody cotinued her assault with Roundhouse Kicks to the gut and a step up Enziguri. A Side Suplex then gets a two count. Ashe gets shot off the ropes but comes back with a Knee to the skull. Ashe then lifts Melody for a Snap Suplex before dropping down on her opponent with a Legdrop. Ashe runs at Melody with a Shining Wizard but Melody rolls out of the way. Melody tries a School Girl but Ashe rolls out of it and attempts a Basement Dropkick but again Melody rolls out of the way and Ashe hits nothing but canvas. Melody hits Ashe with a Standing Moonsauld before bouncing off the ropes and hitting Ashe with a Somersault Legdrop. Ashe rolls out of the ring in an attempt to escape but Melody dives at her with a Suicide Dive.
Watson: My God what a match! Melody Malone is putting it all on the line tonight.
Sydney: That she is but she needs to get Dalilah Ashe in the ring. And Ashe can be a very dangerous woman on the outside of the ring.
As if proving commentary right, Ashe pushes Melody right into the ring post. Melody holds her arm in pain and doesn't see Ashe sneak up behind her and shove Melody into the ringside steps with such force that Melody clatters into them and over them. Ashe rolls into the ring to break the count and then straight back out again to continue the attack. Ashe punches Melody in the ribs and attempts an Irish Whip into the steps. Melody reverses it and sends Ashe back first into the steps before knocking Ashe down with a Clothesline. Melody rolls Ashe into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Mlody throws herself at Ashe with a top rope Legdrop but there's no water in the pool as Ashe moves at the last second and Melody lands on canvas. Ashe waits for Melody to get to her feet before running at her but Melody lifts Ashe off her feet to slow her momentum before bouncing off the ropes and catching Ashe with a Tornado DDT.
Watson: What an amazing Tornado DDT there by Melody Malone!!
Sydney: It was but I think this match is still wide open. Ashe may be down but the trick is keeping her down. That isn't an easy task.
Both women drag themselves to their feet and run at each other with clotheslines. They duck each other's Clotheslines and shoot off the opposite ropes. Ashe catches Melody with a Spinning Heel Kick before climbing to the top turnbuckle. Ashe throws herself at Melody and lands a Double Stomp right into the chest of her opponent. Rather than make a cover, Ashe lifts Melody to her feet for more punishment but Melody pushes her off and hits Ashe with a Double Knee Facebreaker. Melody Irish Whips Ashe into the corner and attemts an Armageddon Clock but Ashe counters it by throwing Melody out of the ring. Ashe turns and flirts with the referee possibly to allow The Mercenary to do some damage. The ref is having none of it. A furious Ashe turns around hoping to find a beaten down Melody. Instead Melody dives at Ashe from the top rope hitting her with an Off With Their Head. Melody makes the cover.
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DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... MELODY MALONE!
Watson: She did it! Melody Malone catching a frustrated Dalilah Ashe with a huge Off With Their Head and she moves a step closer to Uprising.
Sydney: Don't ask me how she managed that but she did it.
Watson: What an amazing match that was but don't go far as it's going to be Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs next as Mark Storm faces off against Alton Kickass. It's Rampage versus Prime right here on FSW!
RAMPAGE VS PRIME ON FSW!
Mark Storm
VS Alton Kickass
Watson: Lets switch things up shall we? We’ve got Prime taking on Rampage right here right now!
Sydney: Why are we letting these fools from other brands infiltrate our beloved FSW?
Watson: FSW is a home for everyone Cid.
Sydney: Whatever.. Mark Storm returns... he’s somebody’s hero apparently, so he says.. time and time again... and he’s taking on the guy who makes cheeseburgers. Alton Kickass.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall, From Buffalo NY, weighing in at 265 pounds... ALTON KICKASS!
Alton makes his way out to the ring.
Starr: And his opponent... From New York, Brooklyn.. weighing in a two hundred and twenty five pounds - Your Hero, and Mine.. MARRKKKK STORMMMMMM
Short Change Hero by The Heavy begins to play and a massive pop ensues as emerging from the back is Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm makes his way out and down to the ring.
DING DING DING
Alton catches Storm by surprise as the bell rings with a couple of vicious European uppercut and then a few hard chips to the chest, but Storm bounces back and grabs Alton’s arm, pulling him down into a Fujiwara armbar. Alton just manages to get his foot on the boot rope forcing Storm to break the hold. As they both get to there feet Storm cloth lines Alton over the top rope. Storm then hits an over the corner slingshot into a springboard moonsault to the outside right on top of Alton as the fans cheer.
Watson: High risk by Mark Storm and boy did it pay off!
Sydney: I don’t know if that’s clever or stupid from Storm, if he missed that move he could’ve broken his neck.
Storm rolls Alton into the ring as he’s climbing through the middle ropes, Alton pouches up and grabs Storm, hitting a spike DDT. Alton pins Storm who kicks out at two. Alton picks Storm up and whips him off of the ropes, Storm comes back at him and hits a shotgun kick. Storm then picks Alton up and hits his finisher Heroes End! Storm pins and gets the win.
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... MARK STORM!
Watson: Mark Storm continues his run with another win here tonight.
Sydney: It’s like he’s never been away.
Watson: It’s been a great night of wrestling so far but we are not down yet. Join us after the break for more action!
Dalilah Ashe sat alone in the corner of catering ruminating over the result of her match. She sat cross-legged against the block wall muttering to herself in an audible whisper and the look on her face told anyone who came close to her that she was not in the mood to talk; not that any of the other wrestlers and staff had any real desire to strike up a conversation with the sullen waif who most of them considered to be more than a little bit “weird”. She was deeply involved with the discussion she was having with herself when she became aware of the proximity of a pair of over-priced sneakers standing almost on top of her. She looked up from her Styrofoam cup of tea with a frown to see a leering face staring down at her with a predatory smirk. The owner of the smarmy smile was probably in his early twenties. Besides the tennis shoes he was wearing Khaki cargo shorts and a forest green polo shirt. A V.I.P. badge hung loosely from a lanyard hung around his neck. He smelled strongly of a heavy cologne and his familiar proximity immediately made her skin crawl. She glared at him with her most forbidding expression, but the guy seemed undeterred.
Mr VIP: “Well hello down there.” He said, his voice oozing what he must have considered charm.
Dalilah ground her teeth and sighed loudly. Springing quickly to her feet she pushed past the man and headed to the beverage bar to refill her cup. She was mixing honey into her tea when the man came up behind her, again standing way too close for her comfort. She turned sideways to tell him to back off and for the first time noticed his buddies standing a step or two behind him. They all shared the same overconfident swagger. The mental picture of this pack caused a sick feeling to rise in the pit of her stomach and the hint of some past trauma to creep its way into the back of her mind. She froze for a second, jarred back into the moment when he put his hand on her arm and took another step closer.
Mr VIP: “Hi There.” {His breath smelled of concession stand beer.} “You’re Dalilah Ashe aren’t you? It’s so nice to meet you. I’m a really serious fan.”
Picking up the honey bear he squirted a small drop on his finger before placing it between his lips and sucking it clean with a satisfied: “MMMM”.
Mr VIP: “Sweet.” he said with a suggestive note.
Ashe: “Okay.” She said with a dismissive toss of her head.
Dalilah made the move to walk away again but he stepped smoothly into her path. His friends pressed forward to hear what he was going to say next.
Mr VIP: “You know me and my buddies are really into your whole {Looking her up and down.} Thing. And we were just curious how much of that was an act and how much of it was all you.”
Ashe: {Pressing back away from him she smiled slightly, looking out of the corner of her eye for something heavy and close at hand.} “What you see ain't always what you get baby. Now if you'll excuse me...”
He ignored her and started to chuckle, his friends joining in like beta hyenas answering their alpha.
Mr VIP: “It’s like when you were talking about having all those mental pictures of Melody Malone. That was just like, so freakin’ hot. We heard that stuff and I told my boys here that we just had to party with that chick cause you just know she knows how to have a good time. So what do ya think? You wanna show us a good time? You up for a little party?”
Across the room but blocked from Dalilah's line of sight Mercenary came in from the corridor looking for her. Being greeted by the sight of a strange man holding her by the arm in the center of a small crowd filled him with a spasm of fury. Fists clenched he started to close the distance between the doorway and the beverage table when a firm hand grabbed his shoulder stopping his progress. He wheeled with bad intentions to find himself face to face with Sinestro Sinister.
Mercenary: “Get the f**k off me!”
Sinister: {Calm but firm} “Wait.”
Mercenary tried to pull himself free from Sinister’s grasp, but the hold remained surprisingly strong despite the size difference between the two. Sinestro’s calm expression never changed, instead he just indicated in Dalilah’s direction.
Sinister: “Watch.” he said in the same even tone.
Mercenary turned back to see Malice standing with a large tattooed arm draped over the V.I.P’s shoulders. He was sipping coffee from a Styrofoam cup of his own. Behind Dalilah Mayhem was leaning back against the bar with his big arms crossed across his chest. He was looking over her shoulder with a vacant expression and a creepy little smile on his face that brought to mind a snarling dog showing his teeth.
Malice: {Taking a large swallow of coffee.} “DAMN that’s good gawd-damned coffee! You had any of this coffee man? Damn it’s good. And what the hell we got goin' on here now? How ya doin’ by the way? Name’s Keith, but most folks call me Malice, and who might you be my brotha?”
Mr VIP: “Trevor man. My name’s Trevor.”
Malice: “Trevor! Mighty fine to meet You Trevor. Mighty fine.”
Mayhem: “Fine.” he echoed in a flat, dead tone.
VIP Trevor looked confused and threw his buddies a look and a shrug.
Trevor: “Yeah man, that’s great. But me and the lady were having a conversation, you know, if you don’t mind.”
Malice: “Mind! S**-*t. We don’t mind at’tall my man.”
Mayhem: {In the same dead tone.} “Not at all.”
Malice: “But if you can handle the interruption for a short sec, we just want to have a little word with our sister here. It’ll just be a second. And then you can get right back to hittin’ on her. Promise.”
Trevor’s hand fell away from Dalilah’s arm.
Trevor: “Your… Sister?”
Malice: “Yeah bro. Sister. Don’t ya see the family resemblance?”
Trevor looked nervously from Dalilah to Malice and then back to Dalilah.
Malice: {Laughing and slapping Trevor a bit too aggressively on the shoulder.}”Relax brother, Sis don’t look nothin’ like us, thank God. She got all the sexy in the family, but I don’t have to tell you boys that?”
Trevor had nothing new to say. His friends were likewise stunned to silence.
Mayhem leaned in to talk to Trevor over Dalilah’s left shoulder.
Mayhem: “You been thinkin’ dirty-bad thoughts about our sister here bro?”
Trevor immediately looked defensive.
Trevor: “No! I was just… just asking for an autograph man. I’m a fan.”
Mayhem: {Looking thoughtfully confused.} “No? You’re a fan and you don’t think filthy little thoughts about this sexy slip of pretty? Your boy button broken or something? I mean hell, she’s family and even I have had a nasty thought or two slip through the cracks from time to time. She’s damn fine man. What’s wrong with ya?”
Malice: “Now Hem, it’s twenty nineteen after all. Not everybody is wired the same way these days. It takes all kinds. Maybe Trevor here and his boys would rather party with us instead. I mean why not? We've all spent a little bit of time on the inside. We know what’s up. So how bout it Trev, you still lookin’ to party or what?”
Trevor was now the one who was on his heels.
Trevor: “Yeah. That’s okay. I think we got other plans man, but… you know… nice to meet you all. Great show tonight. We gotta go.”
With that Trevor and his buddies tripped over themselves on their way out the opposite hallway as Malice called loudly after them:
Malice: “Guys, c’mon. Don’t go. C’maan. Don’t be that way. Where ya goin’? I thought you wanted to have some fun?”
Dalilah let a loud giggle slip her lips. Mayhem rested his head on her shoulder.
Mayhem: “I’m gonna miss them. They seemed nice… Horrible cretins.”
Dalilah leaned over and kissed Mayhem lightly on the top of his head the way one might show affection to a large dog.
Ashe: "Wouldn't Ma and Pa be so proud."
Across the room Sinestro released his iron clamp on Mercenary’s shoulder. Mercenary had taken in the whole exchange, which had taken no more than a minute or two, with an angry stare. He glared at Sinister when he eased his grip.
Sinister: “Dalilah is a part of the family now…”
Mercenary: “Yeah, the fucking Manson family.”
Sinestro smiled and nodded, but ignored the interruption and continued:
Sinister: “She is family. And family always takes care of its own. She chose to be one of us. She wants you to be one of us to. So do we all. But it’s up to you. It’s on you now. Nobody needs to stand alone forever. Everybody needs someone to watch their back some of the time. Not to mention some helping hands to help haul you up that mountain you seem to be unable to summit all on your own. And family is the best help there is. And what could be better than the family you yourself choose Make the choice Mercenary. Make the right choice.”
From across the room Dalilah finally saw him and called his name. She called it again as he stormed from the room in search of a solitary place to be alone with his thoughts away from the sound of the crowd and the image of that unholy alliance.
TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
M3
VS Robbie Rayder and Candy
Watson: Welcome back to FSW folks! We’ve had so much action so far here tonight as we travel down the road to UPRISING in Baton Rouge, Louisiana on the 31st.
Sydney: Next up we have our semi-main event and it should be a good one. Robbie Rayder has looked intense and locked in the last few weeks and tonight he teams up with this wife Candy to take on the new comers, M3.
Watson: Let’s head over to the ring and Isabella Starr standing by.
The camera cuts to the ring.
Starr: The following contest is a tag team showcase and is scheduled for ONE fall… Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds… Eddie Bronson…Charlie Harper… M3!!!!
“Killing in The Name of” by Rage against the Machine begins to blare through the cow palace as Harper and Bronson walk out onto the stage. They quickly high five each other, then begin the walk down the ramp to a modest reaction from the crowd.
Watson: M3 are newcomers here to Future Stars. The last episode they came very close to becoming the number one contenders to the EWC tag team titles, but Damage, Inc came out victorious in that one. Tonight they take on the husband and wife tandem of Candy and Robbie Rayder, the self proclaimed “dreadnaught”.
Sydney: I’m loving this new side of Robbie Rayder. He is intense, he is focused and he is looking forward to getting stitches in that ring at Uprising for his first chance at the FSW title. He’s finally realizing what it takes to be on top here in FSW.
M3 make their way to the ring and both slide under the ropes, popping up and then getting ready for their match.
Just as "I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter starts to play throughout the arena, fans immediately start to cheer as Candy emerges from the back all smiles as she does a little dance at the top of the stage.
Announcer: Making her way to the ring from Candyland, please welcome...'The Sweet Treat'...CAAAAAANDYYYYYY!!
After her name is announced, Candy begins skipping her way down the aisle as she tags the outstretched hands along the way. She circles half the ring before climbing up on the apron. As she takes a seat on it, Candy blows a kiss into the crowd. She then lays back and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Once she's on her feet again, Candy taunts the crowd until her music subsides.
Starr: And her partner, from Key West, Florida by way of Vancouver, British Columbia… He is Robbie “The Dreadnought” RAYYYYDERRRR!!!
“Fear” by Disturbed 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. Rayder looks out at the crowd as he walks half way down towards the ring, then runs towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He gets to a knee then gets to his feet, leaning out through the middle and top ropes, playing to the crowd.
Watson: this match should be a great display of tag team prowess here tonight folks! Let’s get it started.
DING DING DING
Robbie and Charlie Harper start off as they lock up quickly and circle around, jockeying for position. Robbie gets the advantage with a side headlock, but he quickly follows up with a punch right to the head of Harper before sending him to the ropes. The two men go back and forth a bit with strikes before Harper tags in Bronson, who comes in trying to chain wrestle with Rayder, who wants none of that and goes to strikes. Bronson gets the better though and slows the pace down with quick muay Thai grapple and a knee strike that sends Rayder back a few steps. Rayder throws a shorts arm clothesline that takes Bronson down to the mat and Robbie follows up by bringing Bronson to his feet and then quickly nailing a belly to back suplex, followed by a quick two count. Rayder takes this opportunity to tag in Candy!
Watson: Business may have just picked up here folks. Candy is a former Undisputed champion, making her debut as a full-time member of FSW!
Sydney: Wake me up when this dumpster fire of a match is over…
Candy quickly enters the ring and hits Brosnon with a forearm smash, which brings him to a knee. Candy then follows up with a bulldog off the ropes and then a split-legged leg drop! The crows is cheering as she follows up with a pin attempt but only gets a 2 count. Once back to their feet, Bronson rushes Candy and pins her into M3s corner as Harper tags back in. Harper with some combo punches in the corner as the ref's counts. He gets to 4 before Harper backs up then grabs Candy and lifts her in the air for a gorilla press slam! Harper with the cover, but only gets about one and a half. Harper is getting a little frustrated now, it can be seen on his face. He quickly grabs the boot of Candy to bring her closer to M3s corner, but Candy manages to evade for a second and lunges at Rayder looking for the tag. Harper grabs Candy around the waist and Candy reaches out and just barely manages to get the tag, but Harper doesn’t see it! German suplex by Harper and a bridge for the cover, but the ref isn’t counting as Rayder rushes into the ring, grabs Harper’s legs off the mat and deadlifts him up, thus breaking the bridge he had on Candy, and Robbi hits Star Destroyer (Running stout power bomb)!!! The ref goes for the count…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Watson: Candy and Robbie Rayder making quick work of M3. They just couldn't keep up, but what an end to this match!!! That innovated transition to his finisher shows you just how bad he wants it! The Main Event of Uprising is going to be amazing!
Sydney: And it's yet to be finalized! The Queen of FSW is going to get her shot next FSW to take her rightful place in that match!!!
Watson: We still have our main event coming up next folks, with North American title implications for Draco Lazarus!! Stay tuned, we'll be right back.
SINGLES MATCH
Draco Laazarus
VS Scorpio
Watson: WHAT A NIGHT FOLKS! We have had a serious ride tonight and it’s about to get even more serious as it’s time for the main event of the evening! Draco Lazarus has weaseled his way into an opportunity to join the North American title match at UPRISING on July 31st.
Sydney: THE KING OF EWC TELEVISION HAS EARNED HIS RIGHT to compete for the North American title and this match is a travesty! Draco should not have to prove what everyone else already knows!
The camera cuts to the ring where Isabella Starr is standing by.
Starr: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is YOUR Future Stars of Wrestling MAIN EVENT!
The crowd cheers in anticipation for the match.
Starr: Introducing FIRST!
The Jaws theme hits, a sea of boos drown the arena. A few seconds later, a man wearing Viking helmet and garments appears on the stage. As the music stops, the Viking blows into the horn for an absurd amount of time. When it finally ends, the Zelda theme begins to blast throughout the arena. Draco Lazarus is carried out on a Golden Throne, adorning his Golden Robe, the King of EWC Television Crown prominently gleaming in the spotlight. Four burly men with thick beards, wearing various furs carry Draco to the ring. When they get to the ring, Draco stands up, pushes down with all his might, and leaps onto the ring. The burly men let out grunts of pain as Draco may have ripped a few of their muscles. Draco pauses on the apron, swings around to make sure everyone sees his smug smirk. He holds his crown as he slips through the ropes. The ring announcer is about to introduce him, but Draco rips it from their hand then “shoo’s” them away. He hands the mic to Luna, dressed in gold silks, sporting serpent jewelry around her neck and wrists.
Luna: He is Draco of House Lazarus. First of his name. Breaker of Chains, Bringer of Nightmares, Ruiner of Careers, Winner and Defender of Titles, The One True Most Hated King of EWC Television.
The fans fill the arena with Boos and Jeers. The newly crowned King of EWC Television circles the ring, one hand on the crown, the other raising his cane, pointing at the audience. Finally he stops in the corner, leans down, Luna takes his Crown and puts it on the pillow held by the little person in Zelda gear, paid solely to hold the pillow and the crown. Draco snickers and thumbs his nose. Isabella Starr goes back to the center of the ring.
Starr: And his Opponent! Please welcome, from London, England, weighing in at 205 lbs... he is one half of the EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… He is ’The S-Factor'... 'The People's Camp'... Scorpio!
'Iconic' - Madonna feat. Chance The Rapper hits the speakers as the house lights go down, switching to a spotlight focused on the curtain. It parts, revealing 'The S-Factor' Scorpio stood behind, a hand on his hip, the other raised above his head, cutting a beautiful silhouette. He sashays forward, a long coat dripping in jewels swaying with every step. Behind him steps Crème de la Crème, Scorpio's drag queen confidant and manager. The two look to one another and nod, before Scorpio opens his coat and drops it to the floor, revealing another stunning outfit. He steps down the ramp with a confident strut, emulating that of the catwalk models of Paris and Milan, before reaching the ring. Scorpio climbs up one set of steps as Crème climbs the other, parting the ropes to allow 'The People's Camp'. Stepping into the middle of the ring Scorpio raises one arm, and blows a kiss with the other, a smile forming on his beautifully made-up face.
Watson: Scorpio, of course, coming over from Friday Night Rampage to be here tonight. He has declared that he is taking the EWC tag titles on tour. He will be visiting all four EWC brands to prove that ReBelle are ready to welcome all challengers after winning the titles from Shock and Awe. As we learned on Friday night at Rampage, FSW’s own Damage, Inc have shown down the gauntlet, so to speak, and are taking advantage of their status as number one contenders to ReBelle and the EWC Tag Team titles.
Sidney is heard snoring.
Sydney: Oh God, are you done yet? I fell asleep there for a moment…ANYWAY. Draco Lazarus is about to wipe the floor with this over dressed poor excuse of a champion.
DING DING DING
As Scorpio is still turned around handing off his coat to a ring attendant, Draco tip toes up behind him and slaps Scorpio right on the ass! Draco turns around and and starts to laugh very loudly as the crowd starts to fill the arena with boo's
Watson: WHAT IS HE THINKING?!
Sydney: He’s proving who the better man is! Don’t question The King of EWC Television.
Scorpio doesn’t react at all and turns around as Draco attempts a short arm clothesline in the corner, but Scorpio ducks and sets his feet quickly and lands a roundhouse kick that catches Draco right on the chin!
Watson: HOLY MOLY! What a roundhouse by The People’s Champion. That’s what you get!
Draco hits the turnbuckle hard and loses his footing for a moment. Scorpio takes advantage of this and leans in to lock Draco up in a collar and elbow. Draco gets his feet planted and uses his slight size and weight advantage to push out of the corner and into the center of the ring. Scorpio stops him their though and starts to push back, attempting to get some leverage. Just as Draco stops moving, he lets go quickly of the hold and hits a toe kick to the gut that briefly doubles Scorpio over. Draco attempts to lock in a DDT, but Scorpio drops down and rolls through back into the corner. Draco stops his momentum and pivots, turning around as Scorpio attempt a super kick, but Draco catches his foot and pushes up, trying to knock Scorpio off hit feet, but it doesn’t work! Scorpio does a cartwheel and ends up on his feet in the corner where the whole mess started! Both mean look at each other. Scorpio nods and Draco scowls as the crowd starts to applaud with appreciation.
Watson: Wow, what an amazing display of agility we just witnessed. After Scorpio landed that roundhouse, neither wrestler has landed a single offensive maneuver outside of Draco’s toe kick!
Sydney: Draco is just drawling him in. Giving Scorpio a false sense of security before he ends this whole debacle.
Both men circle each other for a moment now, before Draco calls for the test of strength. Scorpio looks up at Draco’s hand as the crowd starts to buzz. Scorpio slowly reaches his hand up to meet Draco’s, but backs away before getting halfway up. He looks out into the crowd momentarily before Draco shouts “COME ON!” which only serves to piss off The People’s Champ as he throws a haymaker at Draco, who in turn throws one back at Scorpio and both men are brawling now! fists are flying and neither one is stopping as the crowd is absolutely erupting!
They both keep throwing punches as they start to move around the ring, the ref is trying to get some control over this situation as Scorpio is on the ropes and Draco is pushing on him as they continue to throw punches back and forth. Both men spill over the top rope and to the outside to a roar from the crowd! Draco and Scorpio finally stop throwing punches as they land on the floor, both of them hitting the floor HARD on their shoulders.
Sydney: GET THE MEDIC OUT HERE! THE KING IS DOWN! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! THE KING IS DOWN!
Watson: We aren’t in Oakland, this isn’t Monday night, but there’s a brawl going on here tonight folks!
The referee starts his ten count as both men stir:
ONE….
Scorpio is next to the apron and getting to his feet…
TWO…
Draco is on the railing and back to his knees…
THREE…
Scorpio rushes at Draco, but Draco moves out of the way and Scorpio eats it on the guard rail!
FOUR…
Draco looks at Scorpio then decides to take advantage of the situation and leaps to the ring apron, sets his feet and jumps backward with a diving moonsault, crashing into The S-Factor AND the guard rail!! The guard rail breaks and falls to the floor underneath the stack of bodies. The crowd is on the their feet as a chant breaks out:
“FS-DUB!!!”
“FS-DUB!!!”
“FS-DUB!!!”
FIVE…
The fans are trying to pick up both Draco and Scorpio, not wanting this math to end as security tires to reach the mayhem.
SIX…
Draco is on one knee as a random fan pushes him toward the ring and he stumbles into the ring apron…
SEVEN…
Scorpio is up now and jumps onto the next guard rail as Draco is trying to get into the ring under the bottom rope.
EIGHT…
Scorpio jumps from the guard rail to the ring steps as Draco is now in the ring.
Watson: These men came to fight in front of this capacity crowd here in Daly City!
The S-Factor is climbing to the top turnbuckles as Draco is trying to get to his feet again. The crowd is getting even hotter, if that’s even possible, as Draco is to his feet and Scorpio jumps off the top rope at The King of EWC Television, landing with his legs around Draco’s head. Scorpio twits now, going for a Hurricanrana that sends Draco flipping in the air and landing hard on his back. Draco pops up off the mat for a moment and screams as he flops back over to his stomach before landing on the mat again. Scorpio quickly crawls over to Draco, turns him over and hooks the leg for the pin…
ONE…
TWO…
kickout!!!
The crowd lets out a collective “AHH!” as they thought it was over.
Sydney: NICE TRY! It will take a lot more than that to get over on Draco!
Both men are back to their feet now and Scorpio goes to throw another punch at Draco, but Draco quickly drops to his knees, puts his hands up and says “ Please Don’t. I didn’t mean it!” Scorpio hesitates for a split second and it gives Draco a chance to poke him in the eye! The ref couldn’t see it as his view was obfuscated by Scorpio’s frame. The S-Factor grabs his eyes and doubles over in pain. Draco seizes the moment and rolls Scorpio up…
ONE…
TWO..
THR-kickout!
Sydney: That referee is CLEARLY counting slow!!!
Watson: You’re insane Cid.
Draco was first to his feet and hit the ropes, catching Scorpio with a lariat on the rebound. Draco follows that up by stepping through the middle rope and onto the apron. Scorpio gets to his feet and before he can even turn around, Draco slingshots over the top rope and lands a stunner!! Draco is quick to follow up with a pin…
ONE….
TWO….
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: The winner of this match via pinball.... The King of EWC Television.... DRACCO..... LLLLAZZARUSSSS!!!!
Sydney: ALL HAIL THE KING! DRACO WILL BE THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!!
Watson: Not so fast, Cid! Draco still has to actually WIN the ladder match at Uprising!
As Draco is still celebrating and yelling at the fans, he turns and is met by a HARD FALL super-kick right to the face.
Sydney: What the hell is that imbecile doing?
Joe Doe stands over Draco and laughs. He calls for Sweet Mike who comes in the ring with a microphone in his hand. He comes in and hands over the mic to Joe Doe who takes it and smashes it in Draco's skull, sending him back to the mat.
Joe crouches to be on Draco's level.
Doe: Don't tell me you thought I forget. I don't forget. I told you, I get even. You could've saved yourself from me, but no, you had to get in my lane. You had to insert yourself in MY match, because you're Draco and you believe that you're better than everyone else. Well, congratulations Draco, you've just earned yourself an ass-kicking from me! Come Uprising, you will be lying in this exact position, like the other four 'contenders', while I stand on top of the ladder with my North American championship in my hands.
Joe helps Draco to his feet and delivers a GOODNIGHT (hammerlock DDT) to him and goes to a corner of the ring, once more calling for the mic.
Doe:I will be the man that will ensure that you don't get your dirty hands on that championship. BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. Good night, Draco.
'It's my life' by Bon Jovi hits and Sweet Mike lifts Joe's hand in the air.
Sydney: Talk about ruining a great moment, the greatest moment of this whole show. Digusting!
Watson: To be fair, Draco is the one who attacked Joe first. And as it seems, Joe has never forgotten. I don't know what got into him, but I LIKE IT! Ladies and gentlemen, tonight has been amazing and we have a much clearer picture of who will be competing for the North American title at Uprising, but the FWW Title match is still unclear! We'r bout of time, jin us in two weeks for FSW Eighty-Four!!!
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
SARAH ROBERTS
MELODY MALONE
REBELLE
MELODY MALONE
STITCHES
DELILAH ASHE
JOE DOE
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Jason Rayne
MATCH TWO
WRITER: Melody Malone
MATCH THREE
WRITER: Cyrus Black
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Cyrus Black
MATCH FIVE
WRITER: PRIME
MATCH SIX
WRITER: Cyrus Black
MATCH SEVEN
WRITER: FSW
MATCH EIGHT| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: FSW
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH (X-DIVISION RULES)
Alex Blade Vs Jason Rayne
WINNER(S): Jason Rayne
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TRIPLE THREAT
Chris Maverick Vs Sarah Roberts Vs Zugaikotsu
WINNER(S): Chris Maverick
...
SINGLES MATCH
Gerald Dragon Vs Kyle Gautier
WINNER(S): Kyle Gautier
...
SINGLES MATCH
The Maverick (NS) Vs Joe Doe
WINNER(S): Joe Doe
...
REDEMPTION MATCH
Dalilah Asche Vs Melody Malone
WINNER(S): Melody Malone
...
RAMPAGE VS PRIME ON FSW!
Mark Storm Vs Alton Kickass
WINNER(S): Mark Storm
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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
M3 (N/S) Vs Robbie Rayder and Candy
WINNER(S): Candy and Robbie Rayder
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SINGLES MATCH
Draco Lazarus Vs Scorpio
WINNER(S): Draco Lazarus
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Mark Storm, Candy and Robbie Rayder
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Chris Maverick Vs Sarah Roberts Vs Zugaikotsu
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