SCARS & STRIPES '19

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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.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

SCARS & STRIPES
2019

Brought to you by Under Armour, PS4, and Dr. Pepper

Scars & Stripes 2019

July 15th 2019

Commentators: Joe Aiello, Phillip Loydson
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Toyo Yasahiro
Referees: John Dean & Niklaus Forbes

The camera opens outside Michigan Stadium out on the street as the fans of the EWC line up in front of the gate ready to file into the stadium for Scars & Stripes. A van pulls up on the street and ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love jumps out of the passenger side door as the driver gets out and walks to the back of the van. He unlocks the door and pushed the door up to show maybe 10 guys wearing U of M shirts, they all start to unload the boxes out of the van and onto the street in front of the EWC fans. Tommy walks around to the troops to address them.

Love: Alright listen up, first off beers are on my tonight…

Tommy reaches into his pocket and pulls out five $100 bills

Love: IF you fuckers move this product here tonight…

Tommy pulls open a box and pulls out a t-shirt, he holds it up to show the front of it: #KiltBros2019 then pulls out another one: #KiltBrosS&S2019 and then the last one: I partied with the #KiltBros and all I got was stuck with the bar tab

Love: I want all this sold by the close of the show and top sell tonight gets these…

Tommy holds up two ringside tickets courtesy of the EWC

Love: First one that sells it all and brings me the money gets them, the rest of you, well you bring me the cash and I’ll get you into ‘student section’ and drinks are on me the rest of the night…

Student #1: And introduce us to Candy…

Student #2: Yeah you promised us we could meet Candy and have a drink with her…

Love: Of course, she’ll be here tonight and can’t wait to meet you boys...but only if you move this merch...ALL THIS MERCH!!!

Student #3: And the EWC and the KiltBros are ok with YOU selling all this outside the stadium?

Tommy looks at the kid

Love: What did you say your major was?

Student #3: Double major sir, Marketing and Law…

Love: Yeah...well you can take a walk, I forgot Candy doesn’t like smart guys and you will just piss her off, you’re out...get lost!!! Anyone else have any stupid questions?

The students shake their heads no

Love: Perfect, now let’s get this thing rolling, you all have my number, call me when you sell all this crap and then the night is on me, everyone understand?

The students all shake their heads yes and then Tommy lifts a megaphone and turns towards the fans

Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...BE THE FIRST TO GETS YOUR EXCLUSIVE AND AUTHENTIC #KILTBROS MERCHANDISE BEFORE YOU GET INSIDE THE GATE!!! WE HAVE EVERYTHING THEY HAVE INSIDE WITHOUT THE WAIT...CASH ONLY!!!

The students hold up the t-shirts as the fans start to file over towards the group, Tommy sets down the megaphone and turns towards the kids

Love: There you go boys, now I have to go in, Killjoy and I have business...get to selling and call me when you are done…

Tommy walks back towards the van with the driver as the EWC fans surround the students holding up cash and picking out their t-shirts

Driver: So how illegal is this?

Love: Extremely but fuck Cyrus Black and all that #FREEKILLJOY shit, if he wants to make money off us then I’ll make money off them and right now there is nobody hotter than those idiot KiltBros...shit just look…

More and more fans surround the students

Love: That shit will be gone before that Scramble is over…

Driver: And our those tickets real Tommy?

Love: Of course they are, I got 4 tickets to tonight’s show, scalped two and will give two ways to the top sellers...I’m a man of my word...by the way I have your check right here…

Driver: I think I’ll take cash...no offense Tommy…

Tommy looks shocked and offended

Love: I don’t bounce checks…

Driver: You have bounced two on me...cash only…

Love: Fine, drive me to the entrance and I’ll get you the cash out of my bag…

Driver: I’ll take $300 of that $500 you showed those kids…

Love: Fine, I’ll explain to those poor kids YOU took their money...come on let’s go…

The two men get into the van and pulls away as the students continue to sell the shirts as we cut to...

"Made An America" by FEVER 333 begins to blast throughout Michigan Stadium in beautiful Ann Arbor, Michigan.

Video footage detailing historic events over the EWC's twenty-two year history.

From March 1997 all the way down to the most recent episodes of Monday Night Brawl, Friday Night Rampage, Future Stars of Wrestling and EWC Prime!

Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Danny Mac and Steve "The Predator" Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator, The Rev, Drake, Xplode, Luke Wolfe, Natalie Young and then Candy all with the EWC Championship.

This is followed by highlights of current EWC Champions representing BRAWL and RAMPAGE:


DOMINIC SANDERS
CYRUS BLACK
ACE KING
KENDRICK KROSS
REBELLE

The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in Ann Arbor is breathtaking as the crowd is absolutely electrifying in their uproar of cheers.

Spotlights circle around the stadium as the thousands of fans in attendance are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans back out showing a full-scale view of the jam-packed stadium and zooms in on some crazy fans. The crowd is rowdy, chanting the company's namesake at such a loud volume that it's a wonder that the music can be heard at all.

EWC

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Fireworks emit outside the building and then all around the ring while a fog machine covers the arena in a crimson red haze! Fans stand up, pumping their fists and raising signs as the camera feed pans to each one of them. One last round of fireworks blast out now, and we turn our attention to Joe Aiello and Phillip Loydson.

Aiello: Welcome to Ann Arbor, Michigan...welcome to a joint production between Brawl and Rampage...welcome to Scars and Stripes 2019! I'm Joe Aiello from Monday Night Brawl, alongside my compatriot from Friday Night Rampage, Phillip Loydson.

Loydson: Hello Joe, before we get any further I want to get this off my chest. I have my doubts about your new GM, but he at least has great taste in humor. It's admirable.

Aiello: Thank you, Phil.

Loydson: Don't mention it...ever.

Aiello: Speaking of taste, we have a banquet of exciting action tonight! We have...wait a second...

We cut to the ring for what can only be described as a bit of a surprise.

Dobrev: Ladies and gentlemen, here to sing our national anthem, please welcome Grammy Award-winning recording artist... STEVEN TYLER!

Steven Tyler appears on the stage in an Ohio State Buckeyes shirt and waves to the fans who greet him with a chorus of boos. He looks around, baffled, until a stagehand dashes into view and whispers into his ear. He hurriedly takes the shirt off and throws it aside to cheers and composes himself as the piano begins to play.

Aiello: I had no idea a human being could make sounds like... whatever that was.

Loydson: What do you mean “whatever that was”? It was art! It was beautiful! I have a tear in my eye...

The crowd boo once more as Tyler waves awkwardly to them, clearly uncomfortable.

Loydson: These idiots wouldn’t know culture if it ran up and punched them in the face!

Aiello: They’re exercising their right to free speech!

Loydson: My least favourite right.

Out from the back steps Silas Isaac Naberius with a microphone tucked under his arm as he claps. He slips the mic out and shakes hands with Tyler before he heads to the back.

Naberius: He was very good, wasn’t he?

More boos; Silas waves his hand to encourage them to quieten down.

Naberius: I know, I know. I’m not sure what was up with the whole... Ohio thing. I haven’t a clue who told him to wear that. I certainly would never do such a thing to disgrace this fine city called...

He opens his free gloved hand and squints.

Naberius: ... Ant Harbour, missing gin.

Aiello: ... Missing gin?

Loydson: It’s a serious problem around here, I couldn’t find a good drink anywhere last night.

Naberius: I’d be angry too if I was missing gin, believe me, which is why when I become the EWC United States Champion the very first thing I will do is replace the gin that you have misplaced.

The crowd cheer, Silas nods.

Naberius: Yes, yes, I am more than happy to share with you some of my very own G.I.N – coming very soon. However I find myself digressing because I came here to talk to you about something very near and dear to my heart; something that’s been bothering me for a little while now.

He pauses and looks off into the distance.

Naberius: You see, this event has been marketed on the back of patriotism – the Extreme Wrestling Corporation have sold you tickets with the promise that this will be a red, white, and blue extravaganza. The name, the time of the year, it’s all set out neatly to represent the United States of America. You know this, correct?

Cheers and a chant breaks out...

U-S-A!

U-S-A!

U-S-A!

Naberius: Exactly! You people demand to see some love shown for your broken nation. You people put up with the worst education, the most callous healthcare, and rampant crime and you just want a little something to make you forget all the terrible things that surround you every day.

Boos erupt and Silas nods along with them.

Naberius: I know, I know, it’s a terrible place to live and you’re feeling angry because the EWC have let you down. They have been derelict in their duties as an American company and so has the man who claims to represent you people. Both of them have failed to represent you by giving you exactly what you wanted... a United States Championship match!

A mixed response, presumably because of who asked the question.

Naberius: You have been misled and strung along for the past month... and you’re not the only ones. When I earned my opportunity for a title match I thought, perhaps naively, that it would happen at the appropriately named event. Instead... a chance to shirk his duties came up and the incumbent took it. He took the easy way out when he earned a shot at the Undisputed Championship – nobody expects him to finally get over that hump, to do what he’s struggled to do for so long, but to defend his title against me? Well... I think it’s fair to say he was scared.

Once more boos sound throughout the arena and Silas mistakes it for support.

Naberius: Despite that disappointment I am still here, providing you with the only moment of patriotism you will see tonight. This has been the only glimpse of appreciation your pitiful nation will receive for the next few hours. I have proven, once more, that I better represent you people than a man that has done so for some 600 days now. A man who now takes each and every one of you and, more importantly, his championship for granted. He sees himself above his duties as the representative of this country, above you and I, but it is me who will be standing above him when we finally meet in the ring. I will hold that championship up high as my own in the near future.

He raises his fist in the air and closes his eyes to a chorus of boos.

Naberius: America... there is only one way forward for you now – one path towards salvation – and that is the one I forge. The one I walk. That is why I will allow you, ladies and gentlemen, to let SIN into your hearts and minds.

He rests his fist against his chest.

Naberius: Then, and only then, will you be able to...

He throws his fist high into the air.

Naberius: SIN!

Red pyro explodes behind him.

Naberius: FOR!

White pyro.

Naberius: AMERICA!

Blue pyro fires and begins another round of red, white, and blue fireworks in an erratic display across the stage as it is slowly enveloped by smoke. Some of the crowd cheer, most of them boo during the display. When it finally comes to a close and the smoke begins to clear...

Voice: Yeah, that’ll be about enough of that, I think.

The Ann Arbor crowd roars as United States Champion Ace King comes out onto the stage without music or pyro and staring daggers through Naberius, who’s got a twisted smile on his face as he’s drawn ‘The Gambler’ out. Holding his United States Championship high for everyone in Michigan Stadium to see, the gesture receives a thunderous ovation as Ace begins to pace back and forth with a microphone in hand.

Ace King: I thought we were past all this, Silas, but you just can’t let go, can you? So, believe it or not, I’m here to help, as a good American does for their neighbour.

The United States Champion pauses for a moment, allowing the raucous Michigan Stadium crowd to get into another frenzied chant…

U-S-A!

U-S-A!

U-S-A!

Ace holds his microphone up high, almost conducting the chants for a moment before lowering it to his mouth once more, his eyes locked on Naberius the entire time.

Ace King: See, I’m not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV, but it’s painfully obvious that you’ve got a case of Cry-abetes, which has one overbearing symptom: An insatiable thirst for attention that leads to bitching and moaning the second you feel ignored.

There’s a buzz inside The Big House as Ace continues to stare down Naberius, who appears none too pleased with the United States Champion as he stands his ground.

Ace King: I saw it with a fellow named Reginald Dampshaw III not too long ago, so might I suggest cutting back on your particular brand of English swill and taking a drink out of nearby Lake Erie after I throw you in there myself.

A small smirk crosses the United States Champion’s face as the Michigan Stadium crowd is firmly behind him. Ace rolls his head around the back of his neck briefly before returning his gaze to Naberius, the fans chanting his name in unison.

Ace King: Of course, you’re not as dumb as you look, are you, Silas? See, much like your ancestors who boarded the Mayflower in search of the New World 400 years ago, you came to EWC because you realized it, much like the country whose ground you’re desecrating right now with your very presence, is a land of opportunity, which is how I EARNED the opportunity I have later tonight.

As the crowd continues chanting, Naberius appears unmoved by the United States Champion’s intensity, though Ace is quick to raise the microphone to his mouth once more.

Ace King: You capitalized on an opportunity and won a #1 Contendership Match, just as I did, but you wanted your opportunity handed to you on a silver platter, didn’t you? A typical tactic of pompous aristocrats the world over, really: Wanting to take the easy road and reaping the rewards instead of actually having to put in the work for it… If I may, I’d like to let you in on a little secret, Silas.

‘The Gambler’ takes a step forward, his nostrils flaring at the emotionally-unchanged Naberius, with the crowd buzzing at the possibility of a confrontation between the two men.

Ace King: While you’ve been crying foul over how I haven’t paid enough attention to you, I’ve been taking notes, and the same idea keeps coming back into my brain: Tough times don’t last, but tough people do. If being sidelined tonight is enough to rattle you… You won’t have a hope in Hell when we finally meet inside those ropes, because you won’t find anybody in EWC who’s tougher, or more willing to put in the work, than yours truly, the man who has PROUDLY represented his country for almost two full years as a Champion.

There’s a rough confidence to Ace’s tone as he takes one more step forward, almost getting nose to nose with Naberius as he raises the microphone to the side of his mouth.

Ace King: THIS IS THE LAND OF THE FREE, AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE… And while you’re seeing red over not getting a piece of me tonight, I’ll make sure you’re seeing stars the first chance I get. Bet On It.

With that, the United States Champion flips the microphone and raises his championship high once more before heading to the backstage area as we cut back to commentary.

Aiello: Folks, it seems that even with Ace King about to face Dominic Sanders tonight, he's got Silas to deal with! In the meantime, we're gonna get right into things with not one but TWO falls count anywhere matches on the card, one a scramble for a future title shot and the other with high stakes as Kendrick Kross defends his X-Division Championship against Stephanie Matsuda!

Loydson: There's been a lot of concern about whether K2 can handle the insanity of the X-Division, but the champ has a chance to really prove himself ton--wait, did you say there's TWO falls count anywhere matches?

Aiello: Indeed I did, Phillip. The new General Manager of Brawl has requested this stipulation for the title match to address those very concerns you mentioned!

Loydson: Your GM is a damn fool, then, and I take back my earlier compliment. Still, both of those matches are going to be absolutely bonkers.

Aiello: Absolutely! On top of that, we have a mini-tournament taking place tonight as eight of our up and coming superstars of Brawl and Rampage do battle for a Golden Ticket! The Brawl GM has made it clear that this is for more than just a title shot, but precisely what is being offered is a mystery!

Loydson: Eight competitors head into the chocolate factory tonight, and seven of them will meet similar fates as the kids in that book. Personally, I think Stalker's the one who's gonna get shrunk into a TV.

Aiello: That ticket isn't the only gold we've got on the show, though! In addition to the aforementioned X-Division Championship we have the Tag Team Championship on the line as ReBelle defend against the FSW team of Damage Inc. in a tornado tag match! The team of Mayhem and Malice earned their shot at a recent edition of the FSW program, and look to make a big statement on behalf of their brand by toppling the team of Scorpio and Georgie Nickles!

Loydson: I can't believe I'm about to say this...but go ReBelle. Like the kids say these days, hashtag Brand Loyalty.

Aiello: I know it pains you, Phillip. Still, I'm looking forward to what ought to be an absolute sl--

Loydson: I swear to god if you say slobberknocker I will...

Aiello: Slugfest, I was going to say slugfest.

Loydson: Slugs, definitely. That match is gonna be so slow.

Aiello: I have my doubts about that, Phillip. On the other hand, we've got a match that despite being non-title, has huge implications! Gabrielle Visconty returned to action at the last Brawl, but at Rampage just before she laid out a challenge that was later accepted by Cyrus Black! We found out when this show was announced that this contest is NOT for the International Championship, but if Gabi Vee picks up the win tonight she will officially earn that title shot!

Loydson: And really, that's a fair point. No one should be getting title shots when they've just gotten back from injury, imagine if she won the title tonight and got hurt during the match! Wouldn't be fair to her, Cyrus, OR the title if she had to vacate immediately after.

Aiello: That's fair, but we shall see how she fares tonight! All of this exciting action paves the way for our main event, and what a main event it is. Dominic Sanders defends his Undisputed Championship against Ace King, and per the announcement at the last Brawl this will be a ladder match! The Gambler has had a major reputation given his extended run as the United States Champion, but that title will play no part in the proceedings.

Loydson: Yeah, and don't let any rumors or speculation fool you, this is all about the biggest achievement in this business...the EWC Undisputed Championship! Ace has his work cut out for him tonight, that's for damn sure!

Aiello: But enough talking about it, folks...it's time for us to kick off Scars and Stripes 2019!

The camera opens on Sr. Espejo as he walks down the tunnels deep inside Michigan Stadium

Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Yeah brother, he’s here and in his gear...no I didn’t have any trouble with him and didn’t need to convince him to actually some here tonight...yeah I expected him to go AWOL also but he didn’t…

He turns the corner and heads to the locker room Xavier is using and sees Ace Heart standing outside the door

Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Yeah I have to go...there is some strange man outside Xavier’s door...might be a Uber or LYFT driver here to speed him away...I’ll get to the bottom of it…

Sr. Espejo charges Ace and grabs him by his jacket and shoves him into the wall…

Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Who called you? What are you doing here?

Ace Hearst struggles but breaks free of the much older Sr. Espejo and holds up his microphone that says EWC

Ace Hearst: Who am I...who the hell are YOU???

Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): I asked you first…

Ace Hearst: I work here you idiot...Ace Hearst, backstage interviewer extraordinaire...here to get a few words from Xavier Reid before the Falls Count Anywhere Scramble…

Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Oh...are you sure you don’t drive for LYFT or Uber…

Hearst: No I don’t drive...do I look like someone who drives for Uber or LYFT…

Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Well a bit...I once had a driver that looked just like you...weird little eyes and…

But before he can finish that the door opens and Tlatoani Volando pops his head out to see what’s going on…

Tlatoani Volando: Uncle Espejo...what is going on...are you trying to get Ace to interview you...damn that’s a GREAT idea...why didn’t I ever think of that...get yourself on ppv and make the fans wonder: ‘Who’s that handsome looking guy’...the next thing you know they are flooding the EWC with calls, letters and Tweets demanding me on TV again the President Mac would be forced to sign me to a HUGE deal...hey Ace...when you are done interviewing my uncle would you mind interviewing me...but make sure you get my right side...it’s my best side…

Ace looks at Tlatoani

Ace Heart: I’m not interviewing your...of course you are a Volando...the stupid mask...I’m not interviewing your uncle…

Tlatoani Volando: Then why are you two out here…

Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): I was just making sure Xavier didn’t call him to pick him up and take him to the airport...he looks like this driver I once had from…

Ace Heart: I AM NOT A DAMN DRIVER...I am here to interview Xavier and your damn uncle assaulted me…

Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Well you can never be too careful…

Tlatoani Volando: True Dat!

Just then Nikki Dupree walks out and looks over the scene

Nikki Dupree: What is going on...Ace why the hell are you out here talking to these two when you should be in here talking to Xavier?

Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Yeah...are you sure you do this for a living? I mean I think I could do your job way better man…

Tlatoani Volando: Yeah...you should replace Ace here and then interview me on ppv and then make the fans wonder: ‘Who’s that handsome looking guy’...the next thing you know…

Ace Heart: OH SHUT UP!!!

Ace storms past Tlatoani and Sr. Espejo and before the two can walk into the room Ace slams the door shut behind him and you can hear the lock turn...with a smile Ace walks into the room where Xavier is sitting...finishing lacing up his boots…

Ace Heart: Xavier...a quick word if you don’t mind…

Xavier looks up but it’s Nikki that answers…

Nikki Dupree: Of course he wouldn’t mind…

Ace Heart: This has to be strange for you...seeing as you were in the last two Brawl/Rampage ppv Main Events but tonight you open the show in a Falls Count Anywhere Scramble match where the winner will receive a championship opportunity at some point down the line...many have stated that since you skipped the last Brawl before Scars & Stripes that you would be off tonight’s show given your history of wanting nothing to do with matches like this…

Xavier Reid: Is there a question coming Ace…

Ace Heart: Oh yes...well is it strange for you...being in this kind of match...this early on the show…

Xavier Reid: Well the PC answer to that question is no Ace...that I feel lucky to have the privilege to JUST be on the show here tonight with so many great competitors…

Ace Heart: But…

Xavier Reid: But when have I ever been PC...yeah it’s strange was fuck to be on this early in the show...hell do you know that time I had to get here just to get ready...but that’s the cold hard slap in the face this business will give you from time to time...so I’ll go out there and beating the living hell out of anyone stupid enough to come out and remind the suits that call the shots why Xavier Reid deserves a better place on the card than Show Opener…

Ace Heart: Now some pretty big names have signed up for this match and the fans are in for a real treat with one...

Xavier Reid: Ace it doesn’t matter who walks out there...there is one other ‘name’ in this match and one I didn’t think we would see again but the second I got word that the pirate had found his way back to the EWC something in me came to life...with all due respect to the rest of the dead weight in this match Morgan is the only other star in this match...and someone who has ‘earned’ my full attention out there tonight…

Ace Heart: But he is not the only one in that match...we have some real hungry stars out there…

Xavier Reid: Of course they are hungry...they haven’t done shit here in the EWC...sure they may be ‘star’s elsewhere but I don’t give a damn about whatever second rate company they were or are champions in...it isn’t EWC...so it doesn’t mean shit...done of these others have even fought for EWC gold...if they got this opportunity they would piss down their legs and waste it...me...I have won EWC gold here...I’ve won gold this year...I’m proven…

Ace Heart: But they could also IF they get their shot…

Xavier Reid: IF my aunt had nuts Ace...any of these other people were passed over for the Golden Ticket match...they are all newcomers...they were passed over before the GM’s don’t believe in them...it’s that clear...so why should I believe in them...this match got interesting the second I signed up and told the world I was signing up for it...the rest have been window dressing...so come on out...do your best and when my hand is raised I don’t want to hear excuses to why you failed yet again to get that championship opportunity…

Ace Heart: Well I have one follow up...but it’s not about the scramble….

Xavier Reid: Yeah...

Ace Heart: Well, you have faced both Dominic Sanders and Ace King in the Main Event of StrangleMania and Hardcore Revolution respectively, I have to ask, who are you rooting for?

Xavier Reid: Who am I rooting for?

Ace Heart: Yeah, our Undisputed Champion said that the majority here in the EWC are rooting against him, ie rooting for Ace so...are you in the majority or the minority?

Xavier looks at Ace like he has three heads but all Ace does is shrug his shoulders

Ace Heart: Well…

Xavier Reid: I hope that a fucking hellmouth opens up inside that ring during the main event and swallows them both into hell where they suffer for eternally...that’s what I'm rooting for, I’m rooting for the creatures of hell to destroy them both Ace…

Ace Heart looks at Xavier to see if he’s joking or in fact serious

Ace Heart: Well then, ok…

Xavier Reid:We are done here Ace…

Xavier points at the door and goes back to this boots as we cut to... 

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FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE SCRAMBLE
(FOR A FUTURE TITLE OPPORTUNITY)

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Surprisingly, we cut backstage where we find Brawl General Manager Jim Connors in his office, surrounded by five of the competitors that have made their intentions known for our opening contest and the referee in charge of the bout.

Connors: I'm glad you're all here, folks. As you know, we have two Falls Count Anywhere matches tonight. My bad on that. To make up for it, I've decided to make things interesting to kick off Scars and Stripes. Tell 'em, Jessica.

Stroup: The following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere Scramble match under elimination rules! Anything goes, falls count anywhere in Ann Arbor, and the last person standing will earn a future title opportunity!

DING DING DING

Connors rings the bell, giving all six competitors their cue as they immediately scramble into a brawl right there in the GM's office! We see Choc Lesnar and Morgan Alexander exchanging lefts and rights, looking for an advantage as Xavier Reid, Sabrina Agbonlahor, and Samantha Hamilton go at each other with hard strikes! Choc manages to get one over on Alexander, setting the Dark Defiler up for a big sidewalk slam directly onto the floor! Meanwhile, Reid has managed to get the better of Hamilton before Agbonlahor surprises him with a drop toe hold! The newcomer focuses her attention on the Titaness, who sends her crashing against the wall. All the while Connors stands back, almost as concerned about his computer as he is about his own well-being when suddenly "The Sunk'n Norwegian" begins to play, bringing the crowd in an uproar as Captain Morgan Darkwater swings into action! Connors watches in amazement as Darkwater goes after Reid with some hard lefts and rights and a maniacal laugh as he goes.

Connors: I thought I smelled a salty ocean breeze. We even have pirates h--

Connors doesn't get a chance to finish that thought as Choc Lesnar gets thrown into him by Morgan Alexander! A smirk is on the face of the Dark Defiler as he taunts Choc, looking for the right moment before nailing the Muscle Man with a spin kick! Defiled Making! Alexander goes for the cover as the ref counts:

1!

2!!

3!!!

Choc Lesnar's been eliminated early from this one, and he is pissed! The ref directs him out of the office, but he's having none of it as he goes after a grinning Alexander. The two big men continue to brawl before Alexander is forced to deal with the likes of Sabrina and Hamilton, who shock the Dark Defiler with a double crossbody that sends him through the GM's desk! Connors is in a panic, trying to salvage his tech as Sabrina and the Titaness both cover Alexander for good measure, the ref having no choice but to make the count:

1!

2!!

3!!!

Aiello: Wow, two eliminations early on in this insane affair!

Loydson: And I can't help but feel bad for Jim, look at that wreckage.

With two competitors out, the chaos manages to rampage OUT of the office and into the backstage area...in fact, so much so that the camera operator can't keep up as we cut back to ringside!

Aiello: It looks like this match is really making use of the stipulation, at our own expense! Folks, we'll keep you updated as soon as we can!

With that, we cut to...

EARLIER TONIGHT

The rattle of the sliding cell door rings in the air as the scene opens to a young man in his twenties is getting thrown into a jail cell which already has 3 occupants, one of which has his palms on the dirty spotty cement floor, doing pushups. The young man’s eyes are filled with fear as he huddles into the corner closest to the bars avoiding everyone in the cell as it is shut closed. His eyes dart from the two seated at the top bunk down who look frightened to the man down on his arms shirtless, his muscles pulsing and his sweat trickling ever so slowly down his body as if they are scared to draw the attention of the beast they are crawling on.

Prisoner 1: He hasn’t said anything since he got locked in here; I suggest you stay the hell away from him

One of the men on the bunk leans forward and whispers to their new roommate.

Prisoner 2: I think he is here on a murder charge

The young man yelps in fright, all he’d done was buy drinks for a minor and now he might lose his life for it. He clutches himself and falls lower into the corner hoping it’s enough to save him.

The slender yet built man slowly rises to his feet, his torso heaving heavy and his eyes filled with darkness, he walks over to the corner where the cowering man sits and…. "Hi", he mouths with a smile on his face and a wave; the other cellmates burst out laughing

Prisoner 1: Hahaha, oh my god I’m in tears, did you see his face Donald?,

Prisoner 2: I did.

Donald responds barely able to get out those words as he cracks up and nearly falls off the top bunk.

Prisoner 2: Dude was red like a tomato.

Donald continues while he laughs his boots off.

Prisoner 1: Hey sorry buddy, we were just messing with you; that there is some dude we just met in here, he doesn’t talk at all, but he’s a nice guy.

He is helped to his feet by the man he thought was a menace and then goes to sit on the bunk and think about his worries. As the two friends laugh up a storm, a chubby lady in a police uniform comes in, she smacks hard against the cell with her baton, extremely displeased by the noise.

Officer: Keep it down in there you filthy animals. You, Jamaal Jackson. We’ve checked the footage from the bar and turns out it was self-defense, so we are gonna let you go; but no more fighting in my city, you got me?

Who’s going to tell her Jamaal expects to be in 3 high profile fights tonight? He had been held in the cell for 48 hours an excessive amount of time for a simple bar fight investigation; safe to say they left him in there to stew a bit.

When the door rattles open Hush is wearing his stained white t-shirt, jeans with no belt and shoes with no lace. He turns around, smiles and waves to the men in the cell before leaving for the front desk.

Front Desk Lady: Here’s your belongings sir.

She hand him a tray with his belt, shoelaces, pen and yellow notepad. He smiles at the officer and puts everything in its place before making his exit to the streets. The sun is still out and the streets mildly busy. He stares down to the bottom of the stations short steps and finds Nevaeh parked in a red Camaro Exorcist. He smiles and gets in the passenger side of the car.

“Thanks for coming to get me”, he jots down and shows Nevaeh,

Nevaeh: Not a problem, you should have called earlier.

She says and then looks at Hush and realizes... 

Nevaeh: Oh yeah, you don’t talk so you had to get someone to do it for you. It’s all good; so, you ready for your tournament tonight?

Hush smirks and nods slow.

Nevaeh: That look in your eyes… Your opponents should be worried.

She says just before putting the car in gear and stomping on the accelerate. They fly off into the sunset and head to the arena.

SCARS & STRIPES GOLDEN TICKET TOURNAMENT!

AMADEUS Vs David "Octane" Gowolski

(SEED ONE - WINNER FACES WINNER OF SEED TWO)

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Bill Bashem Vs Wendy "Zombie" Stevens

(SEED TWO - WINNER FACES WINNER OF SEED ONE)

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Hush Vs Phoenix Winterborn

(SEED THREE - WINNER FACES WINNER OF SEED FOUR)

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Stalker Vs "The Daywalker" Adrian Blackthorne

(SEED FOUR - WINNER FACES WINNER OF SEED THREE)

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The camera shifts back to ringside where all 8 competitors for the Golden Ticket Tournament stand, glaring at each other.

Aiello: And next up ladies and gentlemen, the Golden Ticket Tournament kicks off. This is a single elimination tournament, once one match is over the next will begin immediately begin the next stars until we have our winner.

Loydson: This is going to be one long shit show Joe.

Stroup: The following singles match is a first round match in the EWC Scars And Stripes Golden Ticket Tournament! Our first match, David Octane Gowolski takes on AMADEUS!

Aiello: This one should be good!

DING DING DING

David takes off like a bat out of hell rushing into AMADEUS with a clothesline that sends the Radical Dreamer backwards into his corner, it’s clear this isn't going to be a normal singles match! David begins to stomp the midsection of AMADEUS, before dragging AMADEUS out and laying into him with a huge right hook. DOG is fired up in this one! DOG drags AMADEUS up but AMADEUS shoves him backwards and feeds him a roundhouse kick, and then a spinning heel kick, AMADEUS quickly turns it into a leg sweep before kicking DOG in his head! DOG is getting up but ends a shoot kick right to the top of his head that’s good enough for a two count. AMADEUS smiles before laying into DOG with a flurry of stiff knee strikes.

Aiello: AMADEUS has taken over in this one!

Loydson: I sure do enjoy seeing DOG get the piss kicked out of him!

AMADEUS drags DOG up into a suplex and brings him down onto his knee with a gutbuster, the Deus Ex. It’s good enough for two! AMADEUS drags DOG up and goes for another roundhouse but DOG ducks it! DOG locks on a single underhook and lifts AMADEUS up before quickly dropping him on his head with Broken Reality! DOG makes the cover! ONE… TWO… THREE!!! DOG WINS!

DING DING DING

Aiello: And that one is all over!

Stroup: And your winner via pinfall… DOG!!! Next up, Bill Bashem Vs Zombie Stevens!

Right out of the gate Bill tries to land a superkick to put this one away but Zombie ducks underneath and lifts him up onto her shoulders. Bill slides off and locks on a headlock before pulling Zombie back to the middle of the ring but Zombie launches her head backwards and catches BIll off guard. He releases and both back up, the crowd is eating this up! Zombie and Bill dive into each other and we have a shoulder/collar tie-up, but Bill spits into the eyes of Zombie! Bill pulls her in and slams his bicep into her face with a hell of a lariat! Bill pulls Zombie up by the hair and sends another lariat into the back of her head, and then another. Bill makes a cocky cover and Zombie is out at one! Bill grabs ahold of her hair and pulls her back up before locking one arm on her waist and hitting a German suplex! Bill is back up, he steps up onto the nearby middle turnbuckle and leaps down into a leg drop across Zombie’s neck! Bill pulls Zombie up again but she slaps the taste out of his mouth as he falls to a knee! Zombie leaps into the curbstomp! They are both down!

Aiello: Bill took control early but Zombie has come back!

Loydson: Bill is making her his bitch! I love it!

Zombie and Bill are both up before the ref can hit a count of 10, Bill rushes into Zombie and eats a knife edge chop but Zombie isn’t done there! Zombie begins to feed Bill chop after chop, turning his chest beat red! Bill falls forward and Zombie spins him around into a spinebuster! Zombie is up, she’s calling for it! But Bill kicks her knee and hyper-extends it before rolling her up, his hand is practically down her pants he’s got such a handful of tights but the ref doesn’t see it! ONE… TWO…NO! Was almost a three! Both superstars are up, and Billy laughs as he slaps Zombie and then spins into a wheel kick! Bill flips back into a second German Suplex before popping up and pulling Zombie into a belly-to-back suplex! This time it’s Bill with his own chops to Zombies back but Zombie stands up just no-selling the pain! Zombie and Bill begin trading back and forth before Bill jabs his thumb into her eye and pulls Zombie into his DDT! Zombie’s head spikes into the canas in a nasty way as Bill goes to the corner and begins to taunt! Zombie is getting to her feet and superkick (Here is Sub-Zero, now Plain Zero!) to the back of her head! Bill rolls Zombie onto her belly and rushes to the corner before climbing and leaping into a shooting star press! (Besides that, it’s all in the reflexes.) Bill makes the cover… ONE… TWO… THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Aiello: Another great match, now we move on to Hush Vs Phoenix Winterborn!

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, Bill Bashem advances in the tournament. Next up, Hush Vs Winterborn!

Hush and Phoenix meet in the center of the ring, and shake hands. This one will be on the up and up! They engage in a shoulder/collar tie-up and Phoenix gets the upper hand before turning it into a chokehold, but Hush wiggles out and flips it around into a wrist lock, but Phoenix uses his strength to yank Hush towards him into a snap-dragon suplex but Hush lands on his feet! Hush quickly pulls Phoenix into a DDT! Phoenix is back up but Hush leaps into a hurricanrana with a pin but Phoenix kicks out! The crowd cheers the back and forth and gasp as Phoenix leaps into a spinning backfist! Phoenix pulls Hush into a Falcon Arrow! Hush kicks out!

Aiello: Great back and forth here!

Phoenix rushes back up into the ropes before coming back to Hush with a massive shotgun dropkick into the corner! Hush hits the corner and explodes out of the corner and leaps into Bicycle Knee to Phoenix’s jaw! Hush pulls Phoenix up and leaps into a cutter! Hush goes for the cover but Phoenix kicks out to the crowd going insane! Hush stands Phoenix up but Phoenix shoves him backwards before spinning into a heel kick! Phoenix loses his footing but does not fall as he spins into another spinning heel kick! Phoenix goes for a third but Hush leaps into a Silent Night Superkick! Hush silences the crowd before leaping into a second Silent Night Superkick! Hush makes the cover! ONE… TWO… THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner via pinfall, Hush! Next up, Stalker Vs Adrian Blackthorne!

Aiello: Damn good match, I look forward to the rematch!

Loydson: I’ve not even been paying attention. 

Adrian Blackthorne and Stalker stand, staring into each other’s eyes. The two behemoths begin to begin trading blows! Adrian slaps Stalker and Stalker fires back with a massive headbutt! And they are going at it! Adrian and Stalker trade punches back and forth, sending slaps and forearms, headbutts. It is chaos! Both men no-sell the pain of the other’s attacks and the crowd is eating it up! Adrian lunges in and punches Stalker in his throat before lifting the mountain into a chokeslam! But Stalker is back up with a leg-sweep! Stalk lifts Adrian up onto his shoulders and lands a nasty powerslam! The ring shakes and screams under the weights!

Aiello: This is insane!

Loydson: I have to agree!

Stalker rushes the ropes and lands a big boot onto the standing Adrian! Adrian flies back into the ropes and rushes forward with his own big boot! The two are trading blows again! This is insane! Any normal man would have been concussed to hell and back by now! Adrian ducks under a Stalker blow and locks on a T-bone type hold before pulling Stalker up and dropping him into a piledriver with a Blood Oath! Adrian makes the pin! ONE… TWO… THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Aiello: Jesus what a hoss fight! Ladies and gentlemen this tournament has just gotten insane! Next up we have DOG Vs Bill Bashem! 

Bill and DOG both enter the ring, still tired from their previous matches. Bill points behind the ref for a distraction before sending a punt kick into DOG’s groin! Bill sits back for a breather while the, confused, ref checks up on DOG! Bill steps towards DOG but DOG lunges into a lariat that knocks Bill backwards into the rope but Bill comes back with his own lariat followed by a sneaky headbutt and a rollup! ONE… TWO… THREE!!! Bill Bashem steals it! He steals it!

DING DING DING

Before Bill and DOG can even leave the ring Adrian Blackthorne slides in and locks onto Bill’s throat before yanking Bill into a choke-slam out of the ring! Adrian gives DOG a big boot and lets out a scream. 

Adrian turns around and Hush leaps off the top turnbuckle into a flying cross-body that takes Adrian down! Adrian is getting up and eats a cutter from Hush! Hush pulls Adrian up and hits another cutter before making a cover.. ADRIAN KICKS OUT AT ONE! Adrian gets to his feet, fuming but Silent Night connects under the jaw! Adrian doesn’t go down! Hush leaps into a second Silent Night! Adrian is still up! Adrian leaps into one more Silent Night that takes Blackthorne down! Hush covers! ONE... TWO...THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Loydson: This is going 100 miles an hour, I can’t even keep up!

Aiello: You’re telling me Phil!

Stroup: Your winner via pinfall, Hush! Ladies and gentlemen, there is one more match remaining in this tournament. Bill Bashem Vs Hush!!!

Hush slides out of the ring and rolls the downed Bill into the ring, Hush leaps into a Silent Night to the back of Bill’s head! Hush drags Bill up and lifts him before flipping him and sending his knees into his back! It’s Crickets! Hush makes the cover and ONE… TWO… THREE!!! Hush wins the Golden Ticket Tournament!

DING DING DING

Stroup: Your winner via pinfall, and EWC Golden Ticket holder, HUSH!!!

Aiello: Hush wins the tournament but let it be known, he had a massive assist from Adrian Blackthorne who dropped Bashem on his head with that chokebomb from within the ring! I’m sure Bill will have a lot to say about this one in the coming days! But congrats none-the-less to Hush!

Loydson: Damnit FN’R had one job! I’ma lose my bonus over this!

Hush celebrates while medics check on Bill. They all clear out and then Pulse of Maggots by Slipknot plays on the PA.

Aiello: It can't be

Loydson: No way.

Out from behind the curtain steps El Chupacabra and the crowd flips their respect shits!

Aiello: It is! It's him. El Chupacabra is in the building!

Loydson: Former multi time Tag Team Champion. Former X Division and World Champion. The man the myth the legend has graced us with his presence.

El Chupacabra steps into the ring and gets the microphone from Jessica Stroup.

El Chupacabra: Ann Arbor, Michigan how in the hell is everyone here tonight?

Loud cheers for the cheap pop.

El Chupacabra: That is great just great. Now I am not going to be out here long, because well honestly I am just as hyped as everyone else about the rest of this show and want to watch it. I mean hell this whole arena is full of fans and I may be the biggest one here, and as a big ass fan I want to watch Dominic Sanders and Ace King face off fr the Undisputed Championship in our main event!

Cheers that turn into a dueling Ace King and Dominic Sanders chant.

El Chupacabra: Should be a hell of a match and well no matter who wins all I know is that the true winner is everyone who gets to watch the fuck match! Gentlemen I wish you the best of luck, because around ten years ago give or take we had another hell of a main event when I took on one of my best friends in a Fuyou Shima Match. I am not sure if you have ever heard of that man whom I took on, but his name was Cameron Hayden

Cameron Hayden chant.

El Chupacabra: Anyways, I am out here for a reason. I have been sitting pretty at home collecting my retirement benefits that President Mac so graciously put into my fat contract at one time. Really enjoying what has been put out in this company and saw some top notch shit, but a problem arose. I felt a strong urge down in my gut and I wanted something. Yous see my last one on one match against Kid Cannabis was interesting. I mean I had fun and hell I won the match, but I felt something was missing.

Then I faced Rev and Gladiator in a Triple Threat match which I lost. Good match had fun, but something was still missing.

Well I came to the realization that wanted something bigger. I wanted something better. I wanted something just a little more violent. I wanted one more match.

Cheers

Aiello: Holy shit!

Loydson: That was unexpected.

El Chupacabra: I want weapons. I want a ring surrounded by barbwire that will eventually explode. I want to once again bleed, sweat, and pay the ultimate price. With that in mind I took a look at our current roster, which is a hell of a roster ,but I am not sure if anyone who was just as sick and twisted as I am who would be willing to do unspeakably horrible things to me as well as take it if need be. I waited and looked. Then a few weeks back it happened. I saw the perfect opponent for such match.

Loydson: I will have to respectfully decline if he asks me. I am an announcer.

Aiello: And a coward.

Loydson: Would you want to get in the ring against that man in that type of match?

Aiello: Point well taken.

El Chupacabra: This man is also a former World Champion one of the best by my account. He took some time off and recently came back. That man's name is







Mark Storm!

Crowd goes wild at the mention of Mark Storm's name.

Aiello: I don't know how to react to that.

Loydson: Complete insanity comes to mind. I will remain calm and collected for the sake of professionalism.

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT!

El Chupacabra: Here is what I suggest. Soon we have another big pay per view coming up called Night of Champions. On that night I want you Mark Storm. The ball is in your court now kid lets see what you got. Accept my challlenge.

El Chupacabra drops the mic and makes his way to the back.

Aiello: What a fucking bomb to drop. What does Mark Storm do now?

Loydson: Well hopefully he accepts. This is insane.

We go to....

We find ourselves in the parking lot now as Darkwater and Hamilton are now squaring off, leaving Xavier Reid with Sabrina Agbonlahor. Reid shows just a little hesitancy before laying into the young competitor with some hard kicks, as the Captain sends the Titaness into a nearby car with a thud! A wicked smirk grows on his face as he lays a big chop on Hamilton before dropping her down with a DDT! Meanwhile, Reid goes for a neckbreaker when Sabrina reverses it into one of her own! She goes for the cover as the ref makes the count:

1!

2...NO!!

Reid kicks out, and is back on his feet as Sabrina lays into him with some hard kicks and punches. Reid manages to get back on his feet, though, clocking Sabrina with a European Uppercut! Meanwhile, Darkwater has Titaness set up on top of car as he looks for Hangman's Noose...but Titaness manages to get out, sending the Captain off the car with a bulldog out of desperation! Samantha's back on her feet, setting Darkwater up for Wrath of the Titans...SKULL 'N' CROSSBONES! Darkwater reverses into that Quackendriver II before going for the cover!

1!

2!!

3!!

Samantha Hamilton is eliminated, and she's still out cold! The ref checks on her as Darkwater focuses his attention on the fight between Reid and Sabrina...who drops the Captain with a running knee strike! Pòg Bàis! Sabrina doesn't get to celebrate for long as Reid catches her from behind with an X-Steiner! That reverse standing hurricanrana has to be it as Reid goes for the cover, the ref running to make the count:

1!

2!!

3...NO!!!

Sabrina just kicked out at the last second, leaving an angry Reid to immediately lock in X'ed Out, tightening his grip on that triangle hold and forcing an already hurt Sabrina to tap out!

Aiello: The newcomer gave it her all tonight, but had no choice but to submit to that brilliant lock by Xavier Reid!

Loydson: Oh shit Joe, this means we've just got Reid and the Captain left in this match!

Reid is back on his feet with a grin as he focuses on Darkwater, who is just coming to but is full of fighting spirit as the two men go at each other with lefts and rights. The exchange quickly turns into them looking to hit a big maneuver on the other, but to no avail...until Morgan slips up just enough for Xavier to nail him with a right hook that sends the Captain reeling back. This gives Reid the opening he needs to lift Darkwater up, staggering just a little as he brings him up over his head...X-ODUS! Reid just nailed the Captain with that brainbuster onto the car! The crowd is losing their minds as Reid goes for the cover!

1!

2!!

3...NO WAY!!!

Against all odds, the Captain has managed to kick out! Reid is absolutely livid about this, picking Morgan up again...reversal by Darkwater! HANGMAN'S NOOSE! Reid is down hard after that chokeslam as Darkwater climbs atop the car...he can feel it now...WINDS OF FORTUNE! Darkwater with the elbow drop off the car, covering Reid!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: Here is your winner via pinfall...Captain Morgan Darkwater!

The ref raises the hand of the Captain, who looks down at the fallen Reid before helping him up to his feet. After some hesitation, Morgan extends a hand...which Reid accepts in a gesture of sportsmanship!

Aiello: After a crazy battle that went from the office to the parking lot, the Captain has done it in his return to EWC! You gotta give credit to Xavier Reid though, who was looking to redeem himself after what he felt was a low point in his career. Folks, we'll be back with more exciting action in just a second!

The scene goes to the lobby to the Kilt Bros’ merchandise stall and the fans give a cheer as Kyle Gautier is busy handing out baseball jerseys, replica kilts, and Victor Price Mr Potato Heads out to hoardes of excited fans. He turns around with a fistful of cash, turning his back on the group, as he separates the bills into their slots in a till. A flash of feathers and sequins catches his peripheral vision as he’s busy totalling up the sales.

Kyle: One second ma’am, I’ll be right with you!

He smiles to himself and places the last of the money in the till before he turns back around – and stops dead! The camera pans around and there’s another cheer as Gautier finds himself face-to-face with one half of the EWC World Tag Team Champions, Scorpio. As always The S-Factor is the epitome of edgy fashion, sporting a marvellous coat of black feathers with golden sequins throughout, the championship belt resting over one shoulder, his face beat for the gods and his hair styled to perfection, a black fascinator atop his head with netting covering part of his face. Kyle seems briefly taken aback before he composes himself.

Kyle: How can I help you? Perhaps a Kyle Gautier kilt—

Scorpio: I was told a style milestone was occurring backstage at Scars and Stripes; they said fashion history would be made in these walls, changing the runways of Milan and Paris for generations to come. Once again I’m disappointed…

He gestures to the array of clothes options on the Kilt Bros’ stall, and as Kyle goes to answer, Scorpio lifts a single finger (along with over-sized acrylic false nail) to silence him.

Scorpio: I wasn’t intending on sparking a debate my dear, I was making a statement. Take these ‘DOG Abs’ t-shirts for instance – polyester, cotton, boring, basic materials Kyle! Where’s the Japanese silks? Where’s the chiffon? WHERE IS THE LATEX IF YOU REALLY CAN’T BRING YOURSELF TO MAKE SOMETHING DELICATE? And these, baseball jerseys – so last century, darling! I’m telling you basketballjerseys are all the rage now, I can guarantee the New York catwalks will be filled with them… how unfortunate that you’ve failed to keep up with the times. And may I say… kilts… for the Kilt Bros?

The S-Factor raises a single perfectly-plucked eyebrow, and Kyle’s face lights up in hope for a moment.

Scorpio: … Groundbreaking.

His statement is dripping in sarcasm as he lifts a purple kilt off of the table and studies it for a moment, before throwing it back on the pile. Scorpio shakes his head in disappointment at the fashion mediocrity before him as Kyle’s smile remains fixed on his face.

Kyle: … so… shall I put you down for a medium ‘69’ baseball jersey or…?

There’s a cheer from the fans for Kyle’s tenacity as Scorpio sighs loudly, running a hand along the merchandise. Finally he looks Gautier in the eye.

Scorpio: Take it from a fashion goddess… try a kilt in alternating black and grey panels with gold details, and a gold chiffon underlay. And make sure you provide a matching clutch bag. Then… well it’d be fabulous…

The S-Factor gives a curt nod to Gautier, who looks briefly annoyed at the critique, before picking up one of his kilts with a wide smile on his face. With a click-clack of heels Scorpio turns and disappears off down the hallway as Kyle remains studying the kilts and baseball jerseys carefully, clearly considering some of Scorpio’s suggestions…

Aiello: Well the Kilt Bros and ReBelle have had their first formal meeting – Kyle Gautier and Scorpio might be two of the most fashion-conscious, flamboyant individuals we’ve seen in EWC history!

Loydson: Enough with the euphemisms and beating round the bush, these two are basically here to boost the diversity quota, much like the reason we’ve got a woman competing for an International Championship shot tonight. They get included, they get to wrestle, sometimes they even get gold – quite why the feel the need to peddle their strange ways to us with kilts and sequins is quite beyond me.

The camera cuts to the back to Ace Heart

Heart: I don’t know who I wronged in life to deserve this but ladies and gentlemen joining me at this time is none other that ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love and Indy Champion Killjoy Ito

The crowd gives a small pop to Killjoy but then quickly turn as the camera shows Tommy Love sporting an Ohio State Buckeyes tie and hat

Love: O-H!!!!

The crowd boos louder as Tommy smirks

Love: Come on guys...O-H!!!!!

The crowd continues to boo as Tommy laughs and shakes his head

Love: Oh lighten up you idiots, it’s not my fault that those Buckeyes have owned your asses, you should be pissed at that second rate coach you treat like a God around here, hell if playing dress up and taking part in sleepovers scored touchdowns then you would be unstoppable but news flash it doesn’t, you have become a joke of a football program but hey there is always basketball...oh wait, yeah your coach left you for a job in Ohio...well I guess there is always baseball right...you are the best damn baseball school in the BIG 10 now so great job…

Tommy laughs as the crowd continues to boo

Heart: Well before you start a riot here tonight might I ask you…

Love: Let me guess Ace, you want to ask me why Killjoy and I are here right? Jesus you suck at your job about as bad as Harbaugh...give me that…

Tommy rips the microphone out of Ace’s hand and give him a shove forcing him off camera

Love: You are not necessary, jesus you make Jenna look like a Mensa member, we are here tonight to give support to a few members of the ‘Main Roster’ that we have crossed paths with, like Scorpio, we were so glad to see that you have given up on a singles career and are now sticking to tag team wrestling where because of really no competition you have managed to become a true star of that division and even one half of the tag team champions...good for you man, we are really rooting for you and Georgie here tonight but I do hope her very public Twitter fight with Dominic Sanders doesn’t have her head somewhere else because let’s face it she the A player of that team…

Tommy smiles

Love: And of course we are here to see Cyrus Black take on Gabi Vee…

The crowd cheers the mention of Cyrus Black and break out into a KiltBros chant

Love: Yeah yeah, go KiltBros and all of that but I can’t wait until we get another crack at good old Cyrus Black which is the real reason we are here…

Tommy smirks into the camera

Love: The next time the EWC comes to us via ppv with ALL the brands being included will be Night of Champions and seeing as I represent one of EWC’s champions I felt it crucial that stop on by and scout champions we might see at NOC, so boys and girls we are watching, we are scouting we are…

But Tommy is interrupted by EWC Staff member and a member of the Michigan police department

EWC Staffer: Excuse me Tommy, we have a situation

Love: Yeah we do...I’m live right now…

EWC Staffer: Be that as it may but this officer just busted a group of students selling unlicensed merchandise outside the stadium and they said YOU were in charge…

The officer looks at Tommy with his hands on his cuffs

Love: Well clearly they are lying, listen I have been bagging on this dump of a town and university all week, clearly they know they are fucked and trying to bring me down with them. I have been with Killjoy all day, tell them…

Tommy nods yes and Killjoy follows suit

Love: See, case closed, they are nothing more than little shits looking to make a quick buck and trying to sell me up the river and soil my good name, now...if you don’t mind...since you ruined my segment we are just going to head to our seats and watch the tag team champions defend their championship...good day…

And with that Tommy turns and walks away as Killjoy eyes up the officer before turning and following his manager…




The scene goes backstage again and the familiar click-clack of high heels tells us who we’re going to see before we see them. There’s a cheer as Scorpio and Crème de la Crème are seen walking down the hallway, deep in conversation. Scorpio is in the black-and-gold outfit we saw him in earlier, while Crème is in a stunning golden gown with a golden wig – basically ReBelle are defending their titles, the gold, it’s a visual metaphor ok?! Anyway. They’re deep in conversation as we join them.

Scorpio: I mean, baseball jerseys, in 2019… bitch, please

Crème de la Crème: Honestly don’t they know it’s all about basketball jerseys these days?

Scorpio: THAT’S WHAT I SAID! And darling those kilts… sure they have potential… but for now?

Crème de la Crème: I mean, Edinburgh Fashion Week is not a thing for a reason. 

The two share a flamboyant fist-bump and twiddle their fingers as they separate, before they reach the ReBelle locker room. Scorpio throws the door open and smiles as Crème walks in, and stops dead! Scorpio doesn’t notice – probably checking out one of the cameramen – and walks into the locker room crashing into Crème’s back. He gets himself together and looks up, and a expression of pure shock spreads over his face as the camera spins around showing Georgie Nickles – WEARING A KILT!

Scorpio: Georgie… what…

Crème de la Crème: Oh darling…

Scorpio: I can’t…

Georgie is smiling widely wearing a cyan blue kilt with silver detail, matching her own blue hair. Scorpio and Crème throw one another a horrified look as Nickles – in a rare, feminine move – twirls in her kilt and curtsies. Scorpio’s upper lip twists into a slightly disgusted sneer.

Georgie: Aren’t these fabulous?!

Scorpio hurriedly shakes his head.

Georgie: Don’t worry Scorps, I know how you’ve wanted ReBelle to go out in matching outfits, so for tonight’s first defense of the gold, we’re gonna do just that!

She turns to the dressing table and lifts off a bag, handing it with glee to Scorpio. The S-Factor and Crème share an unnerved look as Scorpio reaches forward and takes the bag with an anxious smile, reaching inside and pulling out – a shocking pink kilt of his very own! Nickles is beaming with pride, and perhaps her own trademarked Devil May Care smile at her fashion choice while Scorpio remains with an anxious, fixed grin, and Crème in fact full-on gags. 

Georgie: Ta-da!

Scorpio: … thank… thank you. It’s… lovely…

Georgie: TRY IT ON! Oh we’re gonna look SO GOOD…

Scorpio holds the kilt at his own waist, staring at himself in the mirror as his ruby-red lips begin to quiver at the thought of wearing the shocking pink kilt. Crème sighs and steels herself…  As Georgie looks on with the biggest more sincere innocent eyes.

Crème de la Crème: Georgie, sweetheart, a word on fashion…

Crème gently taps the door shut and it closes on the camera just before Scorpio and Crème can give The Rebel Child a little lesson on style. The fans give a cheer for the combination of ReBelle and The Kilt Bros as the door closes, and the scene fades out.

Aiello: Well, Scorpio had some harsh words about those kilts earlier tonight, but looks like The Rebel Child is on board! Could you imagine what a combined Kilt Bros and ReBelle could bring to the EWC?!

Loydson: *the sound of sick hitting a bucket*

EWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP - TORNADO TAG MATCH
Damage Inc Vs ReBelle (C)

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We return to ringside where the camera makes sure to make a round of the jam packed Michigan Stadium that are all still buzzing from a huge night of action, which was nowhere near ending yet.

Aiello: We have had a legendary show already, and I think it’s about to get even hotter in Michigan tonight as we’ll have a tag team title match that is bound to be of epic proportions. Champions that have been on a tear lately and look to be unbeatable, can anyone beat ReBelle at this point in their careers?

Loydson: Yeah, but ReBelle got heart, but they have never faced two men that are as lethal as Mayhem and Malice, an FSW team that might be the biggest team in EWC history, and possibly the most dangerous one too. And these two men want only one thing, and that is championship gold around their waists, and they aren’t the kind to shy away from some beautiful brutal carnage to accomplish that goal!

Aiello: Let’s not wait any further, we can’t wait, these fans sure can’t wait, and let’s go to Jessica Stroup who is standing in the ring to get this match started!

Stroup: The following match is a Tornado Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall… And it is for the Extreme Wrestling Corporation Tag Team Championship!

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.

Loydson: Two behemoths of competitors are looking to bring the EWC Tag Championship to FSW, and let me tell you, looking at these two beasts, I can tell you right now that the champions won’t stand a chance!

Aiello: I don’t know about their victory being certain, but I do agree that these two will pose a huge challenge for the champions and both these men will dwarf their foes!

The arena lights go down to just a spotlight on the stage, and the fans give a huge cheer as 'Vogue (Metal Cover) by Leon Moracchioli hits the speakers. Initially only Crème de la Crème steps out, dressed in a sequined and bejeweled army general's outfit, and carrying a flag with the raised fist of the revolution on one side and the rainbow of LGBTQ+ pride on the other. The curtain parts again and the cheers grow even louder as Georgie Nickles and Scorpio step out, flanking Crème. The pair salute to one another before Scorpio struts down the ramp like a catwalk model and Nickles slaps hands with some of the fans. The pair hit the ring together and climb in, meeting in the middle as they stand back-to-back and stare down the camera, proudly holding their tag team champions in front of the lens. They take a corner each and wave the fans, posing for them and pointing out some supportive signs. Finally they re-group in the middle again as Scorpio throws a vogue-like pose as Nickles folds her arms staring down the camera lens. Behind them Crème de la Crème waves the ReBelle flag with vigor.

Aiello: The champions looked ready and able to take on this mountain of a challenge tonight. And the fans, well they are firmly in the corner of ReBelle tonight!

Loydson: These cheering fans won’t be able to do diddly jack about ReBelle getting crushed like two bugs by Damage Inc, Aiello!

With the two teams and their entourage in the ring jawing back and forth, the referee takes hold of the tag title belts, showing them to all the fans in attendance to make it obvious what these two teams would be fighting for tonight.

Stroup: First introducing the challengers, they are accompanied by Lacey Savage and Sinestro Sinister, and they weighed in this morning at seven-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds. They are MAYHEM AND MALICE, they are DAMAGE INCORPORATED!

With the two mountains of muscle showing little in the way of emotion, the fans let them hear their dislike with boos, jeers and heckles. Meanwhile Sinesto Sinister and Lacey Savage are giving some final words of encouragement. 

Stroup: And now introducing your reigning and defending EWC Tag Team Champions, they are accompanied by Crème de la Crème and they weighed in at three-hundred-and-forty-two pounds… They are the team of ’THE REBEL CHILD’ GEORGIE NICKLES AND ’THE S-FACTOR’ SCORPIO! They are REBELLE!

Neither Crème de la Crème or the fans needed much encouragement as they let out a huge cheer and applause for the EWC Tag Team Champions, who make sure to repay the fans their support with another pose, holding it for a few seconds to make sure everyone got their pictures in before both teams are directed to their respective corners for the match.

DING DING DING

The bell has barely rung and both members of Damage Inc has crossed the ring to give the champions not a second to get their bearings. Georgie Nickles getting a clothesline that sends her over the ropes and Scorpio getting pancaked into his own turnbuckle with a body avalanche that causes the champion to be sent off his feet.

Malice doesn’t let Scorpio fall to the mat though as he and Mayhem grabs his arms and proceeds to throw him with full force towards their own side of the ring, Scorpio hitting the turnbuckle chest first and on the rebound gets picked up into a Full Nelson Stretch before getting a brutal high knee to his jaw, making Scorpio collapse to the mat.

Knowing his partner is in grave danger, Georgie Nickles had made her way back into the ring and quickly hits a dropkick to the back of Mayhems head causing the giant of a man to stumble back towards his turnbuckle. Malice turns to face Nickles, and tries to rush the smaller competitor with a running clothesline, but Nickles rolls out of the way before trying to hit him with a perfectly timed headscissors… But to everyone’s shock, Malice refuses to be dragged down and instead reverses the move into a brutal buckle bomb.

Like clockwork, Mayhem had recovered and with full speed hits Nickles with possibly the biggest dropkick in the world. Malice follows up with a running elbow, and to top it all off Mayhem launches himself at the now seated Georgie Nickles and hits a brutal dropkick to complete their SHOCK AND AWE! 

Loydson: I told you all, the champions stand no chance, and Damage Inc are now coasting towards their much deserved victory!

Malice quickly drags Nickles out of the corner before hooking her leg for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!!

BUT SCORPIO HAS SPRUNG TO HIS FEET TO BREAK UP THE PIN!!!

Aiello: Think again Loydson, the champions might be taken down by the superior might of their opponents, but they’re not giving up this easily! I think this match is only beginning.

After the pin was broken up, Scorpio was quick to get Georgie and him out of the ring to get some sort of energy back after a hellacious early match assault. But not just the ring was dangerous territory, and as the contenders keep the referee pre-occupied they are jumped by Damage Inc’s compatriots in Lacey Savage and Sinestro Sinister who blindside the champions and proceed to quickly throw Scorpio into the steel turnbuckle, and Georgie Nickles over the railings into the fan area.

With Crème de la Crème screaming at the ref to do something, Damage Inc saw their chances fit to roll out of the ring and once more focus their combined assaults against Scorpio who was still on the wrong side of the ring area, now flanked by two behemoths and their two comrades who were cheering them on and ensuring Crème could not get in between.

Mayhem grabs Scorpio off the ground, and with some effort puts him on his shoulders into a seated position. Malice was already standing in wait on the apron and proceeded to run and jump off with a harsh clothesline to complete the Doomsday Device that drove Scorpio onto the unforgiving arena floor. 

But they still refuse to show quarter as Scorpio is immediately picked back up and is thrown to the announcer table side of the ringside area. The two behemoths stalking after him and plotting their next path of destruction on the champion, Malice making sure to reset the count before joining his ally.

But the few seconds of not being battered was really all that Scorpio needed to grit together his teeth and turn around with a head full of steam. One superkick to Mayhem staggered him backwards, but didn’t take him down. One superkick to Malice staggered him backwards, but also didn’t take him down. Mayhem didn’t wait for a second one to hit his chin and proceeded to rush Scorpio with all his speed, but Scorpio expertly avoided him like a matador and caused him to only barely stop short of flying into the announcers. 

Aiello: We just almost became part of the actions ourselves! 

Loydson: Typical for you to be scared of a little action, Aiello!

But where Mayhem didn’t get to Scorpio, Malice did as he grabbed the shorter competitor by the neck and wanted to lift him up… But his eyes grew wide and his fingers let go of Scorpio, because jumping over the announcers and onto the announce table, and before using Mayhem as her own private launchpad flew Georgie Nickles and hit the REVOLUTIONARY REVOLUTION double backflip moonsault onto Malice that finally took him down to the floor!

Not wishing to be outdone by his teammate, Scorpio had pulled himself upon the apron and launched himself off the top rope back outside onto an unsuspecting Mayhem with a LIPSYNC FOR YOUR LIFE Springboard moonsault! The crowd exploding in excitement, amazement, and shock at what they had just witnessed right in front of them!

”HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!”

Aiello: Finally the champions have managed to take both of their opponents off their feet, but there’s one problem, their opponents are laid out outside and this isn’t a falls count anywhere match!

Loydson: Shut up, if they were smart they’d just get the count out victory and retain their belts. But they’re probably too stupid to think about winning it like that!

With Georgie Nickles taking a seat on the apron, Scorpio tried to pick which one of the two was most worse for wear and eventually picked Malice to try and push him into the ring, which for the size deficit he had, wasn’t an easy task, but eventually with the help of Nickles they managed to get him into the ring and crawl into a pin.

ONE!

TWO!!

THRR-BUT MALICE SIMPLY THROWS SCORPIO OUT OF THE PIN!

Aiello: Wow, it’s like Scorpio weighed nothing at all!

Loydson: Not to a beast like Malice!

Not trying to give Malice any more time to rest, Georgie retaliated with a few stomps in the hope it would keep the giant down. Scorpio recomposed himself, and proceeded to yell out a suggestion to his teammate. Just as quickly, they allowed Malice to get to some sort of vertical base, but it was followed up by a hard roundhouse from Scorpio, a spinning back kick from Nickles, an enzuigiri from Scorpio, and finally with a run up Georgie Nickles hits Malice with a fame-asser planting his head into the canvas completing the Bitch Please!

Once more Scorpio proceeds to hook Malice’s massive leg for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- HOLD ON!

The referee is dragged from the ring by Sinestro Sinister, who makes himself scarce before they could find out who it was that prevented him from finishing the count. But the action immediately goes back into the ring, Georgie Nickles pointing at Sinister and Scorpio on his knees with an incredulous look on his face. 

But through all the confusion nobody notices Mayhem sliding back into the ring and planting his boot in the back of Scorpio’s head, and following it up by clubbing Nickles on the back of her head dropping the champs like a sack of bricks.

Grabbing the hand of his teammate, Malice is brought back to his feet by Mayhem who merely slaps him on the back of the head and points at Georgia whilst he would pick up Scorpio. Getting them up, Scorpio is the first one to be launched over the top rope right into Crème de la Crème for added insult to injury.

Turning around, Mayhem sees Malice with Georgie Nickles on his shoulder. But having significantly more issues getting the champion into the air, Nickles using all her might to play limp and make it as hard as possible for the big man to keep his balanced. Just as his feet buckle for half a second she strikes, slithering on his neck and planting his head down with a tornado DDT.

Mayhem follows up, but Nickles rolls away with grace and hits a roundhouse that staggers Mayhem, then another that caused him to move backwards, before using the ropes to rebound into a running dropkick that staggers the man to the ropes. But she couldn’t hit a fourth as Malice had already recovered himself, lumbering to take her down and forcing her to dodge away again.

Loydson: Nickles can try to run all she can, but Damage Inc will get their hands on her sooner rather than later, and when it happens she’ll be dead meat!

In seconds it was once more two on one, and the ring was methodically getting cut off by the two challengers trying to nullify her speed. Gritting her teeth, she showed a wry smile before confidently demanding both of them to give her their best. Mayhem attacked first, but Nickles gracefully moved through a pinhole of space only to be met by Malice who picked her up by her throat, but she kicked, and kicked, until the fingers slipped, and as Mayhem tried to stop her from slipping from from Malice’s grasp she struck.

Her legs wrapped around Malice’s neck and her arm went around Mayhem’s neck, and with just a small amount of leverage she hits both a Tornado DDT and a Flying Headscissors takedown causing both men to hit the mat head first.

Aiello: Despite the odds being against her, Nickles keeps fighting and has managed to take down both opponents at the same time!

Fire in her eyes, Nickles didn’t take a moment to celebrate her accomplishment because the match was still going and once more the brutes were down but nowhere near out. She bounces herself off the ropes again, hitting a dropkick to the back of Mayhem’s head to ensure he was staying down. But she wouldn’t allow Malice to get up at the same tune as she ran at full speed to deliver Shining Anarch--- Wait!, Malice pushes her off causing her to land shakily on her feet. Malice grabs her arm and with all his power throws her to the turnbuckle.

But Nickles drops herself, slides under the bottom rope and quickly slings herself around the turnbuckle and back into the ring and with a split second of Malice not paying attention she hits the Rebel Yell! that makes the bigger man lose his footing.

Both men were down again, and Scorpio finally stirred once more on the outside as he shakily recovered from his earlier trip into crème de la crème. 

Jumping onto the apron, he yells at Nickles and points to the opposite turnbuckle followed up with a nod. Scorpio gets onto the closest turnbuckle and Nickles on the other one, pointing to both men down on the ground they pose at Mayhem and Malice before both jumping down.

They empathically hit Glorious Revolution… But NO!

Mayhem And Malice both roll out of the way just at the last second causing Georgie Nickles and Scorpio to faceplant the canvas with a resounding thud.

Mayhem gets to his feet and immediately presses the assault by picking up Nickles and throwing her into Scorpio clattering them into each other. 

Loydson: Crash and burn, Damage Inc are too smart to get hit by the fancy moves from ReBelle!

Kicking Nickles out of the ring onto the floor outside, they single out Scorpio as possibly the weakest of the two. Malice lifting him up into a wheelbarrow and Mayhem popping up onto the turnbuckle and quickly jumping off with a brutal guillotine leg drop. As if that wasn’t brutal enough, Malice held on and proceeded to plant Scorpio into the mat with the reverse alabama slam. Completing The Sacrifice!, Mayhem confidently rolling Scorpio into a pin as Malice made sure nobody could break up the pin this time!

ONE!!

TWO!!!!

THRRRR- SCORPIO KICKS OUT OF THE SACRIFICE!!!!!

Aiello: The fans can’t believe it, the challengers can’t believe it, I think Scorpio might not even believe it right now. But the match is going on!

Loydson: I think the referee was a bit slow on the count there, no way anyone kicks out of the Sacrifice otherwise!

As the crowd were starting a chant for Scorpio to regain some of his momentum and get back into the fight, the challengers looked incredulous at not ending the match there. Malice even angrily tugging the referee by his collar and demanding to know why he didn’t count any faster.

Whilst the referee was busy with being grilled, Mayhem put the boots into Scorpio as a way of punishing him for his defiance. Chest, Legs, Throat, Head, not a single part of the champions’ body was left unhurt in the now reckless onslaught that included no finesse, just brute force as an attempt to pound Scorpio into a pulp.

Malice joined Mayhem quickly after, picking him up and putting Scorpio throat first onto the bottom rope. Both men parking their boots on the back and putting all their weight on him trying to choke the champion out, only breaking up when the referee reaches a four count.

The crowd boos, in vain, as it wouldn’t stop Damage Inc from thinking up another way to punish their hurt opponent. Malice picking up Scorpio over his shoulders, yelling at Mayhem to get ready to deliver a final, and a total annihilation…

But suddenly the crowd springs to life, Georgie Nickles with renewed vigor rushes into the ring without thinking about her own wellbeing, merely interested in stopping Damage Inc from devastating her compatriot any way she could. Immediately going after Malice to force him to let go of Scorpio, who falls into the turnbuckle behind them.

Nickles follows it up with kick after kick that stagger Malice, but the double team catches up yet again as Mayhem grabs her by the head and tries to lift her up into a full nelson hold so that Malice could finish her off…

AGR!!!

Malice goes face first into the mat after Scorpio popped back to life at the sight of Nickles in mortal danger, and needed only a split second of distraction to hit his cutter out of nowhere! Scorpio follows it up with a dropkick to the knee of Mayhem that forces him to let go of Nickles and fall to one knee. And Nickles needed no motivation to hit the ropes before delivering.

SHINING ANARCHY!!!

Mayhem eats shin to the face from a picture-perfect shining wizard from Nickles, and whilst both champions looked worse for wear. They both slap each other’s chest to pump each other up, singling out Malice. First a harsh roundhouse kick from Scorpio to stun the big man, then Nickles hits the ropes and hits another shining wizard for…

GLITTERING ANARCHY!!!

Scorpio is quick to push Mayhem out of the ring as Nickles covers Malice for the pin, Mayhem rushes to grab Malice's leg but the ref doesn't see it under the rope.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: Here are your winners, and STILL the EWC Tag Team Champions, ’THE REBEL CHILD’ GEORGIE NICKLES AND ’THE S-FACTOR’ SCORPIO! - REBELLE!

Looking worse for wear, the retaining champions ecstatically clutch their title belts as they were held up on their feet by Crème de la Crème after their fight. The fans in the meantime are deafening in their cheers and chants for the winners their resolve to keep fighting even when the odds were fully stacked against them.

In return, the champions cautiously and slowly climb each turnbuckle, posing with their belts for all the fans who never gave up on them.

Aiello: What a match that was, Damage Inc seemed like they were too powerful for ReBelle to overcome, but despite all the damage they took they never gave up, they kept fighting, and they will walk out of Michigan tonight as the retaining tag team champions!

Loydson: His fucking foot was under the bottom rope! This is BS! I'm all for brand warfare but what was that shit!

Aiello: There's no doubt in my mind that we'll be hearing about this from Damage Inc. real soon! But up next, we've got our second Falls Count Anywhere match of the night as Kendrick Kross defends his X-Division Championship against Stephanie Matsuda!

Camera cuts to ... 

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Out in the lobby of the Ann Arbor arena, Kyle Gautier works the line of fans eager to purchase Brand New Kilt Bros merchandise. He smiles a lot and takes a few orders. Plenty of happy customers go away with new shirts, kilts, and, surprisingly, Victor Price inaction figures.

Kyle: Man, at this rate, I'm gonna need an employee! Step right up, folks, and who knows? They may mistake you for a Kilt bro!

Voice (in a terrible Mexican accent): I would like to be a Kilted Brother.

Kyle's ears perk up and a broad smile creases his face. He looks up to see his good friend and pen pal Sr. Espejo at a vending machine a few feet from his booth, trying to get a wrinkled dollar to be processed. He runs up and warmly grabs the older masked gentlemen by the hand.

Kyle: Sr. Espejo, as I live and breathe! How are you? How's your mustache?

Sr. Espejo: (in a terrible Mexican accent) Luxurious.

He strokes over the place on his mask where a mustache would be. Sr. Espejo is a vision in a full faced mask and a kilt that in no way matches. Kyle sees the problem Sr. Espejo is having with the vending machine and immediately goes to place a crisp dollar in its stead.

Kyle: Here, I'll trade you, sir. What are you having?

Sr. Espejo: (in a terrible Mexican accent) I'll have the Skittles.

Kyle places his dollar, which is instantly accepted. Sr. Espejo pockets his own dollar and waits patiently for his snack. As the candy falls into the chute, the change jingles in the return slot. Sr. Espejo reaches down and grabs both the Skittles and the change, pocketing both. Kyle witnesses this but lets it go.

Kyle: I am so happy to see you sir but I do have a favor to ask. I need to use the restroom but cannot just leave my wares unattended. Is there any way you could cover for me?

Sr. Espejo: (in a terrible Mexican accent) I think I may be over qualified for such responsibilities. Allow me to be manager.

Kyle: I mean, if that's what it takes…I won't be gone two minutes.

Sr. Espejo: (in a terrible Mexican accent) Okay, I will do this favor for you, but one day I shall ask one of you.

Kyle had already left by this time. Espejo looks around and toddles to the booth, pulling out a marker and scribbling something on the bag of Skittles.

Sr. Espejo: (in a terrible Mexican accent) Please to be buying Kilted Brother things and also, this. Licensed El Pablo Skittle candies, signed by the nephew himself. Twenty dollar.

A kid and his autograph hound nerd dad shove their way to the front of the line. The dad inspects the autograph, still wet from being scribbled on seconds earlier. He presses his glasses to his nose.

Dad: Actually, this is a forgery. I have an El Pablo ‘graph and he loops his ‘L's in a right to left manner. This looks like a child wrote it.

Sr. Espejo: (in a terrible Mexican accent) Keen eye you have. He actually signed this with his left hand, which makes this a rare collectible. Eighty dollar.

The dad's eyes get wide and he immediately pulls out a wad of cash to pay. As the man forks over the money, Kyle steps back in frame.

Kyle: Sr. Espejo!

Sr. Espejo: (in a terrible Mexican accent) Well, you weren't supposed to be back this soon.

Kyle: So… obviously you're fired.

Sr. Espejo: (in a terrible Mexican accent) This is acceptable. What about my managerial severance package?

Kyle: I'll buy you a drink at the after show drinks near the good snacks they don't know I know about.

Sr. Espejo: (in a terrible Mexican accent) You drive a hard bargain. I accept. Can I expect a good letter of recommendation?

Kyle gives the older gentleman a hug and sends him on his way. On his way past the merch, he palms a few Kilt Bros tees, which he's obviously will mark up as bootleg ‘collectibles.’ Kyle gets back to work as the scene fades.

X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP - Falls Count Anywhere
Stephanie Matsuda Vs Kendrick Kross (C)

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Aiello: We’ve had some unbelievable action so far, Phillip. And can you believe that it will continue to get better throughout the night?

Loydson: I’ll tell you what I CAN’T believe, Joe. I cannot believe that Kenny Kross, of all people, has been the X-Division Champion for SIX weeks. He’s DOUBLED the amount of time that he’s been a Champion prior to this reign.

Aiello: Well, Kendrick definitely has changed his tune a bit with a little more aggression and it has paid off. Let’s go to the ring where the incomparable Nina Dobrev is ready to kick this match off!

Dobrev: The following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere match and it is for the X-Division Championship!

“Let’s Go” by Run the Jewels plays as Stephanie Matsuda walks out dressed in her signature black fitted cap and a bandanna around her face. She has a kendo stick in her right hand special for this match. She is trailed by manager Monica Vaughan. Matsuda walks on stage and crouches low, getting ready for her match.

Dobrev: Introducing first the challenger… making her way to the ring! Being accompanied by Monica Vaughan! From Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at 132lbs, “The War Queen” Stephanie Matsuda!

Stephanie and Monica walk down the ramp, their eyes fixated on the ring. At the bottom of the ramp, Matsuda runs and slides into the ring. She takes a moment to run the ropes and throws her hat into the crowd. She then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls down her bandanna as she stares into the crowd with the kendo stick raised high into the air. She then jumps down and prepares for her match.

Aiello: Stephanie Matsuda has earned her way into this match, Phillip.

Loydson: It’s a shame that Bill Basham didn’t capitalize on being a much, much better competitor than her. We could have a real Champion crowned tonight. Instead, we might get stuck with this kid.

The three second guitar intro plays before the first line of the chorus…

“ONE MINUTE YOU'RE ON TOP!”

At the word “top” red pyro shoots straight up from the stage. Kendrick Kross is revealed on the stage with a red spotlight put on him, the X-Division Championship around his waist. Kendrick reaches back and unsnaps the title throwing it on his right shoulder. A smirk crosses his face before he begins to walk down.

Dobrev: And her opponent… from Chelsea, London… weighing in at 215 Pounds… he is the EWC X-Division Champion. Kendrick KROSS!

Kendrick slowly walks down the ramp ignoring any fans that try to touch him and the X-Division Championship. He just shakes his head at signs that read 'Kendrick Sucks' and other various signs. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and stops as he lets a small smirk out and he takes a breath. He closes his eyes before opening them and walking forward taking a left towards the steps. He hops over the top rope and onto the second turnbuckle looking out into the crowd raising his X-Division Championship before jumping down and walking to his corner.

Aiello: Kendrick Kross has been very impressive lately, having taken down Annabelle Wolfe in retaining his Championship only a couple of weeks ago.

Loydson: Yeah, but he also lost to Scorpio. A TAG TEAM SPECIALIST! This kid doesn’t have what it takes to walk out of here the Champion tonight.

Kendrick exits the ring and reaches underneath. He pulls out a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat and slides back in, grinning at Matsuda from across the ring.

Aiello: And it looks like he has some back-up!

DING DING DING

Matsuda, not intimidated by the barbed wire baseball bat, takes a run at Kross. She swings the kendo stick wildly at Kross, who reaches up and blocks it with the bat. The stick gets tangled up in the barbed wire and the two battle for position trying to unlock their weapons from each other. Matsuda finally kicks Kross in the stomach hard, causing him to release his grip on the bat. Matsuda picks the bat up and swings downward with both objects. Kross rolls out of the way and the bat and stick strike the top turnbuckle. The kendo stick goes flying out of the ring and the bat this time catches the padding. Matsuda tries to rip the bat free, but Kross delivers a dropkick to the back of her head. Matsuda jolts forward and comes inches from the barbed wire, but she’s able to put her hands on the ropes to stop her momentum. Matsuda turns around and is met by a standing hurricanrana by the Champion. Kross kips up to his feet and grabs the bat and rips it free from the turnbuckle. He turns around and swings at Matsuda, who is able to roll out of the way and out of the ring. Kross strikes the mat and then looks out at Matsuda.

Aiello: Both of these competitors are looking to bloody the other up early with that barbed wire!

Loydson: Good! Aside from being a boring match on paper, at least they’re both showing some aggression here tonight!

Matsuda, now standing at the base of the ramp, looks up at Kross in the ring. Kross hurls the bat at Matsuda like a javelin and Matsuda JUST BARELY gets out of the way and it goes rolling partially up the ramp. As she approaches the ring, Kross slingshots himself up and over the top rope into a crossbody on Matsuda. He stays on for a cover.

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Kickout by Matsuda.

Aiello: I think it’ll take plenty more than that to put this young lady away.

Loydson: Come on, Joe. She’s like thirty years old. She’s well-established.

Kross is up and has Matsuda’s head under his arm. He takes a run towards the barbed wire bat and looks to bulldog her onto it. Matsuda slips out from under his arm and stops him with a rear waist lock. She looks to lift him up into a German suplex on the steel ramp, but Kross anchors down and elbows her in the side of the head, breaking the hold. Kross grabs Matsuda and lifts her up into a vertical suplex. He brings her down right onto the ramp and the back of her left thigh slams down onto the barbed wire! Matsuda rolls around on the ground holding the back of her leg as blood starts to seep out of it. An EMT emerges from the back to check the severity of the wound.

Aiello: This could be bad for Stephanie Matsuda. If medical personnel deems that this wound is too severe, she may not be able to finish this match.

Loydson: Horse shit! That’s the name of the game! This is an X-Division Match!

Kendrick Kross stands at the top of the ramp as he waits. The EMT gives the crowd the thumbs up and Matsuda stands to her feet. She shakes her leg a bit, trying to get the feeling back. She takes off and sprints at Kross at the top of the ramp. Kross ducks, looking for a back body drop. Matsuda steps on Kross’ back and catapults herself up and grabs ahold of the MacTron! She uses her momentum to pull herself up to the top of the metal brace of the MacTron as she stands facing the screen. Kross stands to his feet and turns around. MOONSAULT!

Aiello: Good God! Stephanie Matsuda just connected with a moonsault from up high on the MacTron!

Both wrestlers lay on the steel stage, but Matsuda is able to slowly crawl over and drape an arm on top of Kross.

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TH-KICKOUT!

Loydson: How in the hell?!

Matsuda sits on the stage in disbelief as she grabs at her leg, checking on her bleeding. She slowly gets up to her feet and gingerly walks towards Kross. She pulls Kross up to his feet, but Kross grabs her and slams her hard into the metal frame of the entrance way. Matsuda bounces off and falls through the curtain to the backstage area. Kross and the referee follow through and the action continues up on the MacTron.

Kross grabs Matsuda and pulls her to her feet. He drags her over towards a door and smacks her face into the door. Kross steps back about ten feet and then charges at Matsuda, driving her through the door with a spear! He covers Matsuda.

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KICKOUT!

Aiello: These two are putting it all on the line!

Loydson: What choice do they have? It’s for the gold!

As the camera follows the two into the room they are now in, we see that they are in the Michigan Wolverines’ football locker room. Kross gets up to his feet and walks over to one of the wooden lockers. He picks up a football helmet and turns around and hurls it at Matsuda. Matsuda, now on her feet, ducks under the helmet barely and runs at Kross, nailing him with the Last Surprise! She covers Kross.

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KICKOUT BY KROSS!

Matsuda gets to her feet and grabs Kross by the hair. She lifts the lid to one of the lockers’ shoe bins and shoves his head into it. She slams the wooden lid down hard onto his head! And again! And again! Matsuda grabs a football cleat and shoves the spikes right into Kross’ face! She begins raking back and forth on his face until a small cut appears above his eye. She tosses the cleat aside and covers Kross again.

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KICKOUT!

Aiello: We’re seeing it all, folks!

Loydson: That’s just disgusting. Who knows what kind of feet have been in that shoe!

Matsuda picks Kross up and drags his partially limp body towards the doorway. She ejects him out into the hallway and follows. Matsuda walks over and picks up a platter full of the good snacks. She dumps the food out onto the floor. We see Kyle Gautier in his kilt in the background steaming mad about the good snacks being ruined. Matsuda then begins walking back towards Kross. Kross kicks Matsuda in the stomach and the tray drops to the ground. Kross picks it up and smacks Matsuda in the back with it. He drops the tray and leads her over to another door. He kicks the door in and tosses her into the Michigan Football kitchen!

Loydson: Hey! It’s the kitchen! Remember what happened last year, Joe?!

Aiello: Yes, I do! Kendrick Kross was locked in that walk-in freezer while Nostalgia defeated Rob Garcia in this same match!

Kross eyes the freezer and goes to Irish-whip Matsuda into it. Matsuda reverses the Irish-whip and sends Kross flying into the walk-in freezer!

Loydson: AHAHA! AGAIN! TWO YEARS IN A ROW!

Matsuda shuts the door and turns the key to lock Kross in the freezer for the second time in as many Scars and Stripes. Realizing she cannot win the match or the X-Division Championship, she walks over to the counter to catch her breath and she grabs a roll of athletic tape from Monica Vaughan. She tapes up the wound in her leg as the referee runs over and unlocks the freezer. Kross is barely up to his feet before realizing what has happened to him again. In a fit of rage, Kross explodes out of the freezer and jumps on Matsuda’s back, wailing on her with right fists to the side of her face.

Aiello: Kendrick Kross did not take too kindly to being locked in the freezer again!

Loydson: Because last year it meant him not winning the X-Division Championship! He saw his whole life flash before his eyes!

Kross grabs ahold of Matsuda by the hair and slings her out of the kitchen and into the hallway. With Matsuda on her hands and knees, Kross sprints through the doorway and delivers the Tramp Stamp! He covers Matsuda!

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THRE-NO! NO! MATSUDA KICKS OUT!

Aiello: I don’t believe it! Stephanie Matsuda kicked out of the Tramp Stamp!

Loydson: And we have to continue to watch these two perform! What a travesty!

Kendrick Kross is beside himself. He cannot believe it. He sits up to his rear and slams the concrete in frustration. He gets up to his feet and pulls a nearly limp Matsuda up. He walks her down the hallway and sees the Michigan Football Weight Room. He kicks the door open and tosses her inside. Kross enters the weight room and grabs a forty-five pound plate. He slams the plate down onto her stomach and looks over at one of the equipment racks. He jumps up and pulls himself up high and to the top of the rack. He gets up to his feet about twelve feet high above Matsuda.

Aiello: What is Kross thinking here?

Loydson: I don’t know, Joe, but kid’s got some evil intentions!

Kross looks down at Matsuda and leaps off of the rack. He drives both feet into the forty-five pound plate with the Post Mortem! But Matsuda rolled out from underneath it! Kross limps around the weight room favoring his ankle. Matsuda comes up behind Kross and locks in a sleeper hold! She lifts him up… BLASIAN SUPLEX! Matsuda hits the Blasian Suplex right onto the forty-five pound plate! Kross is out cold! Matsuda slowly rolls over into a cover.

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: Here is your winner via pinfall… and NEEEEEW EWC X-Division Champion! STEPHANIIIE MATSUUUUUUDAAAA!

“Let’s Go” begins playing and Matsuda lays on the ground on her back. Monica Vaughan runs into the room and grabs Matsuda, lifting her to her feet. The referee presents Matsuda with the X-Division Championship and she lifts it high into the air with Vaughan.

Aiello: She did it! Stephanie Matsuda has walked into Scars and Stripes the challenger and will walk out as the X-Division Champion! What a match!

Loydson: I’ve got to give it to them. That was impressive!

A white room with two black stools in front of the camera is shown in a pre-taped video. Two men step into view, one from each side, and stop in the middle, turning to sit and face the camera, revealing themselves to be David Benioff and D.B. Weiss.

Benioff: Hello, my name is David Benioff.

Weiss: And I’m D.B. Weiss. You might best know us from our time as co-creators, showrunners, and writers of the worldwide phenomenon that was Game of Thrones.

Benioff: That’s why we’re here today to share with you, the EWC fans, our endorsement of Silas Isaac Naberius as your next EWC United States Champion.

Weiss: And you should too if you want to avoid a disappointing ending.

They both smile, cut to Jaden Smith sat in front of the camera looking puzzled as per.

Smith: I endorse... uh...

He frowns.

Smith: Line?

Naberius: Silas.

Smith: Sirius.

Naberius: Isaac.

Smith: Prozac.

Naberius: Naberius.

Smith: Nefarious.

A long pause, to which young Jaden seems completely oblivious.

Naberius: Tell me, did your parents ever show any disdain towards you when you were young?

Smith: Dis-...?

Naberius: Dislike. Hatred.

Smith: I don’t think so. Why?

Naberius: Because it seems like you were dropped on your head a lot as a child.

It cuts to the Cookie Monster ‘looking’ at the camera.

Cookie Monster: Me like cookies but me also like Silas Isaac Naberius.

Silas steps into view wearing a full director’s outfit: a black beret, a monocle, a baggy jacket and trousers, and a plastic megaphone in hand.

Naberius: Very good, my monstrous friend.

He pulls out a packet of cookies from his suit jacket and hands it to Cookie Monster.

Naberius: Your payment, as promised.

Cookie Monster: And the briefcase of unmarked cookies?

Naberius: Waiting for you in the car outside. Oh, and I shouldn’t forget this...

Silas dips into his jacket and produces a ticket with the ‘Chips Ahoy!’ logo emblazoned on the front.

Naberius: I hope you enjoy, friend.

With the ticket in hand, Cookie Monster begins devouring the pack of cookies in an explosion of wrapping and crumbs. Silas looks over at the camera, his eyes widen.

Naberius: Hey, hey! Shut that off! Shut it-

He marches over and covers the camera, the feed turns to static for a moment before returning to reveal President Jimmy Carter sat on the stool.

Carter: Ladies and gentlemen, I am former President of the United States of America, Jimmy Carter, and I have always done my utmost to do everything within my power for the benefit of our nation. That is why I do NOT endorse Silas Isaac Naberius for the-

Before he can finish, Silas rushes into view. Carter springs to his feet, knocking the stool over as he does so, and hurries away. Silas stops and shakes his fist.

Naberius: Get the hell out of here you bloody hippie!

He shakes his head and looks back behind the camera.

Naberius: Who let that wandought in here? He’s been angry with me ever since my aunt rejected him for Gerald Ford.

He looks at the camera.

Naberius: Will you turn that infernal thing off for fu-

The feed bursts into white noise and a loud, monotonous beep until finally it flickers to an image of Silas Isaac Naberius.

Voiceover: Paid for by the SIN For America campaign.

NON-TITLE - SINGLES MATCH (IF GABI WINS, SHE GETS AN INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH)
Gabrielle Visconty Vs Cyrus Black

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Aiello: Welcome back folks, next up our International Champion and one third of the mega sensations that are the Kiltbros is about to finally go one on one with EWCs very own angelic one... Gabrielle Visconty! This has been an odd rivalry that’s been going on for a few months. Remember folks this isn’t an International Championship match.. but if Gabi can beat Cyrus here tonight then she earns herself a shot.

Loydson: You know I’m not a Gabrielle Visconty fan, i find her nauseating at times... but she has a point, Cyrus should be defending his title tonight but somehow he’s managed to worm his way out of it. Gabrielle is having to jump through hoops just to earn her chance. I hope she crushes that skirt wearing goofball tonight.

Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall, Joining us first, from Indianapolis, Indiana.. weighing in at 118 pounds ... GABRIELLE VISCONTY!!!

B.O.B.” by OutKast bangs on the sound system heavily as Gabrielle Visconty darts out from the back, stopping at the top of the ramp.



She grins briefly out at the crowd, nodding her head in time with the music as they great her with cheers. She looks over the crowd a moment before tossing her arms out to her side as pink pyros explode behind her. Gabi lets out an excited shout and grins before she heads off towards the ring, slapping hands as she goes. She hops up on the ring apron and looks out over the crowd, turning her signature Gabi Vee hat around backward before she springboards herself gracefully into the ring.



Gabi hops up onto the corner and rallies the crowd before pointing over the arena

Stroup: And her opponent, from Carson City.. Nevada, weighing in at 230 pounds ... CYRUS BLACKKKK!

The whole arena goes dark for a moment, a spotlight hits the entrance ramp and music plays from the PA system.

"Life is a mystery..."

The silhouette of a man moves into the spotlight, arms raised above his head as he starts to clap.

"And it feels like home..."

The lights go up around the arena, two red pyrotechnics go off at either side of the stage as the chorus hits...

"When you call my name
it's like a little prayer..."

Cyrus starts clapping as he merrily skips from one side of the entrance ramp to the other, looking out at the sea of fans, goading them to clap along with him. Cyrus makes his way down the entrance ramp with the International championship around his waist, wearing a purple Tartan Kilt and T-shirt that says “CYRUS BLACK....DODGED MY HEART” with a picture of a love heart with Cyrus’s face in the middle of it, and Gabrielle Visconty on the bottom left staring up at it. Cyrus engages with fans along the way, dishing out high fives and hugs as he jives his way to the ring.

"I'm down on my knees
I want to take you there..."

Sliding underneath the bottom rope into the ring, Cyrus shuffles from one corner buckle to another, continuously banging the palms of his hands together as the fans are on there feet clapping with him,

"Just like a prayer you know, 
I'll take you there...".  

Cyrus takes his kilt off and throws it into the crowd, he then casually leans against the ropes, with a cheesy grin on his face.


Aiello: Gabrielle Visconty for months now has accused Cyrus Black or dodging her, all she wants is a match against him for the title. While she isn’t getting the title opportunity... she’s at least getting her hands on Cyrus tonight. No more running away, no more conspiracy theories... it’s time for these two to finally lock up and fight it out! I can’t wait!

DING DING DING

Cyrus points at his t-shirt and winks at Gabi as the bell rings, then as he turns to take the t-shirt off Gabi rushes him from behind, dropkicking him into the corner. As Cyrus comes out of the corner Gabi grabs Cyrus from behind and throws him back into the turnbuckle, this time with enough force that he smashes his head off of the ring post. Gabi then grabs Cyrus from behind and rolls him for a pin... the ref counts...
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THR...Cyrus just kicks out! Gabi isn’t resting on her laurels, as Cyrus tries to get to his feet Gabi springsboards off of the middle ring ropes and hits Cyrus with one of her moves she calls Wrath! Cyrus collapses to the floor and rolls out of the ring.

Aiello: Gabrielle Visconty is taking it to Cyrus here! You can see how much this means to her.

Loydson: No wonder... months and months of this idiot dodging her.. she’s got a whole lot of pent up anger inside of her and she’s finally letting it all out tonight.

Gabi rolls to the outside as Cyrus tries to pull himself to his feet using the barricade. Gabi jumps at Cyrus, trying to hit a double knee facebreaker but Cyrus uses his strength to hold Gabi up, he then sits her on the barricade and smashes her with a hard forearm to the jaw causing Gabi to fall backwards into the front row. The fans dive out of the way and Gabi lands back first into two empty chairs.

Loydson: Ouch that’s gotta hurt. That’s what you pay your front row tickets for, to get up close and personal with the action.

Cyrus is still a little stunned from the earlier assault as he rolls into the ring and back out again to break up the count. Gabi holding her back and shoulder, pulls herself to her feet. Before Cyrus can get to her, Gabi suddenly leaps onto the barricade and front flips straight onto Cyrus. Both competitors crash to the floor as the fans are on there feet cheering the action.

Aiello: Wow the fans certainly enjoyed that one! Gabrielle Visconty showing phenomenal athleticism there!!

Loydson: She’s certainly pulling out the stops tonight, got to give her that one.

Gabi is on her feet first, she hoists Cyrus up and rolls him into the ring. With Cyrus laying out on the mat, Gabi springboards from the ring apron, onto the top ring rope and into the ring, hitting Cyrus with a springboard senton bomb move that she calls Angel Bomb! Again the fans are on there feet chanting Gabis name as she leans against the ring ropes, holding her shoulder. Gabi makes her way over to Cyrus and pins him....the ref counts....
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TH... The ref breaks the count, Cyrus has his hand on the bottom rope. Gabi laughs and shakes her head, she pats Cyrus on the back.

Aiello: Again Gabi Vee nearly had the victory! She is on fire tonight.

Gabi picks Cyrus up, as she does Cyrus hits a open handed palm strike to Gabis left shoulder. Gabi stumbles back in pain, Cyrus comes forward, he jumps and brings an elbow down on top of Gabi’s left shoulder again. Gabi drops to one knee, clearly in pain.

Cyrus whips Gabi into the ropes and follows her in. As Gabi bounces off the ropes Cyrus just misses a running clothesline, Gabi barely ducks. Gabi stops on a dime and waits for Cyrus top turn around. Cyrus turns around and is immediately met with a kick to the gut, and as Cyrus doubles over Gabi locks him up and delivers a Hell's Gate. Gabi screams out as she really locks in the hold, putting all her strength behind it.

Aiello: Gabi pulling a page from the Cyrus handbook, going for a submission. Don't see many submissions out of the young Brawl superstar.

Loydson: Are you kidding me, she's trying to submit a submissions specialist? Come on, it isn't like this is the first time Cyrus has seen this hold. Gabi is a damn idiot

Cyrus starts to try to drag Gabi across the ring but doesn't seem to be having much luck at it. Cyrus changes strategy and lifts Gabi into the air, attempting a powerbomb. Gabi, at the apex of the lift, transitions into a reverse Frankensteiner and sends Cyrus crashing to the mat. Gabi quickly scales the corner ropes and comes off with a 630 splash and hits nothing as Cyrus rolls out of the way at the last possible second. Gabi rolls to her side and holds her lower back as Cyrus starts to use the ropes to stand.

With Gabi still on the mat, Cyrus brings his foot down on her left shoulder as she winces in pain. Cyrus is breathing heavy as some of the fans jeer him, clearly not impressed his actions. Cyrus looks around the arena and a sly smile crosses over his face he suddenly starts kicking into Gabi’s hurt shoulder. The ref has to pull Cyrus away from Gabi as she rolls around the mat in agony holding her shoulder. Meanwhile the ref warns Cyrus about his actions, as he holds his arms in the air and backs off into the corner.

Aiello: Oh come on, that is a viscous assault from Cyrus Black! He knows exactly what he’s doing targeting the recently injured shoulder of Gabi.

Loydson: I like this side of Cyrus! This is a fight Aiello! There’s no time to play nicey nice out there. Break her -CENSORED- shoulder!!!!

With Gabi still on the mat holding her shoulder, Cyrus moves quickly, he rolls Gabi into his modified version of a bridging arm triangle choke he calls the Papa Don't Preach! Gabi flails as she tries to escape. The ref is quickly down to check on Gabi, and she signals NO. Cyrus roars as he squeezes the hold and Gabi looks to be loosing ground fast. The ref is checking on Gabi again and she still signals NO. Gabi tries to slip out to the side, but Cyrus quickly maneuvers himself to prevent it. Gabi's face is bright red as she looks to be losing consciousness. Cyrus is yelling at the ref to check her. As the ref slips down to get a close look at Gabi, she fires off a low blow, breaking the hold. Gabi then spins out of the hold and rolls for the outside of the ring.

Loydson: Smart move by Gabi, she was about done.

Aiello: Cheap shot, more like it! Cyrus looks a little upset and is yelling at the ref as Gabi slips out of the ring to get a moment to collect herself.

Gabi slides back under the ropes as Cyrus is still trying to shake the affects of the low blow off. Gabi leans against the announce table and flicks her hair, looking pleased with herself but holding her shoulder still as Cyrus shouts at the ref again. All of a sudden Cyrus slides out of the ring, before Gabi can react he charges at her, hooking his arms around her waist he lifts her up, spins around and launches her over his head with a release belly to belly suplex which sends Gabi flying over the announce table as Aiello and Loydson dive out of the way.

Cyrus goes around the announce table, grabbing a hold of Gabi’s hair he drags her around to the ring apron. Picking her up, Cyrus holds Gabi’s left arm behind her back and then he throws her hard into the steel steps shoulder first. Gabi lets out a loud cry as her left shoulder smashes off of the steel, causing the steps to fall out of place.

Aiello: Oh come on! Is there any need for Cyrus to do that? Is he actually trying to injury Gabi?

Loydson: Maybe Gabi shouldn’t have taken a shot at Cyrus’s marbles then! She’s obviously pissed him off. I’m more concerned about the fact that we had to move out of the way there.. if Gabi had landed on me then the Kiltbros would be getting a hefty law suit I can tell you that!

Cyrus picks Gabi up onto his shoulders and rolls her into the ring, then he follows. Gabi tries to crawl to the ropes, as Cyrus comes towards her. Gabi grabs onto the ropes as Cyrus grabs one of her legs and tries to pull her up, Gabi uses to ropes to springs up and kick him in the face with her free foot. Cyrus stumbles back, trying to stay on his feet when suddenly Gabi comes forward and with her right hand she grabs a hold of Cyrus’s private parts, locking in the testicular iron claw!!!!!

Loydson: Gabrielle has the testicular claw on Cyrus! She’s squeezing his monkey nuts tight! Is that even legal?

After about 7 seconds the ref warns Gabi to let the hold go, as Cyrus sequels in pain and the fans cheer. Gabi is having to much fun as she ignores the ref and keeps a tight grip of Cyrus’s plums. Cyrus is forced into a desperate move, as he drives his head hard into Gabi’s left shoulder, and it clearly hurts her but she still doesn’t let go of the claw! The ref again warns Gabi one last time to let go, and just then Cyrus again headbutts Gabis shoulder and this time she does let go. Cyrus then grabs a hold of Gabi, hoisting her high in the air and bringing her down for a vertical drop double knee backbreaker!

As Gabi lays on the mat holding her back, Cyrus leans against the ring ropes rubbing his middle parts. As Gabi tries to pull herself to her feet suddenly Cyrus grabs her front behind, pulling her down to the mat and locking in a cross face chicken submission! Gabi thrashes from side to side as Cyrus elbows Gabi’s shoulder multiple times. Gabi manages to throw her head back and she catches Cyrus on the face as he lets go of the submissions. Gabi’s shoulder is clearly hurting as she turns towards Cyrus who rolls forward, sweeps Gabi off of her feet as he grabs a hold of her foot and locks in an ankle lock submission, then as Gabi tugs on her hair and ref asks her if she wants to 𝚀𝚞𝚒t Cyrus quickly lets go of the ankle lock, as he rolls toward Gabi’s head, he grabs her arm and locks in a cross face submission!

Aiello: Brilliant move from Cyrus Black there! Going from an Ankle lock into a cross face submission all on one swift move!

Gabi looks like she’s struggling to breath as Cyrus pulls her head as far back as she can. The ref repeatedly asks Gabi if she wants to quit but Gabi shakes her head. Cyrus isn’t letting go of the hold any time soon and Gabi looks like she’s fading, until she musters up one last energetic burst she managed to roll, causing them both to roll over onto there backs as Gabi suddenly had Cyrus’s shoulders pinned to the mat....
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TWO... Cyrus kicks out! As Cyrus gets to his feet, Gabi leaps up with his back to her she hits him with a Reverse Frankensteiner! Gabi leans against the ropes holding her shoulder, she realizes Cyrus is laid out on the mat she decided to make her way to the top turnbuckle as the fans cheer her on.

Aiello: Oh no, Gabi is going up top, but she looks like she’s in pain... I don’t know if this is a good idea!!

Gabi takes as minute to compose herself, as she rubs her shoulder. Then she stands up on the top rope, and jumps off, looking to hit Cyrus with her move Ascension but Cyrus gets his knees up at the last second. Gabi lands on Cyrus’s knees, it takes the wind out of her as she struggles to breath Cyrus rolls her up for a pin as the ref counts....
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DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... CYRUS BLACK!

Cyrus rolls out of the ring as the bell rings. Gabrielle takes a minute to compose herself as she runs her hands through her hair in frustration. Kyle Gautier and David Gowolski join Cyrus at the top of the ramp as he celebrates his victory, all three Kiltbros share a group hug meanwhile in the ring Gabi is protesting to the referee that she touched the rope before the three count.

Aiello: Cyrus Black gets the win in controversial fashion here tonight! I’m sure Gabrielle touched the ropes before the three count which is a rope break! You can bet she won’t let this one slide.

Loydson: Are you sure? It was a dodgy camera angle, I couldn’t be certain that Gabrielle did touch the ropes. I think your clutching at straws. She lost, end of story.

Aiello: I’m not so sure about that but what a match we just witnessed, now stay with us folks, because next up it’s main event time!!!

Checking in once again, Kyle Gautier is finishing up a final few sales as the lobby is about to be empty as everyone will be filing into the arena to see the outstanding main event. 

Kyle: Well, that wraps it up until the end. I deserve this break. 

He cracks open a beer and takes a sip. Suddenly, 565 pounds of humanity steps into frame. Kyle swallows his beer and his eyes widen. 

Kyle: Good god, look at the size of you! Don't you know there's a gas crunch on? 

DJ: Look here, little man. We heard you been talking shit! 

Kyle: Honestly, you… are going to have to be a LOT more specific. 

Ethan Alexander picks up a kilt and snorts. 

Ethan: You talk a whole lot of shit for someone who wears a dress! 

The Limit takes a menacing step forward to which Kyle sets down his beer .

Kyle: May I ask, gentlemen, your names? 

DJ: I'm DJ Frank!

Ethan: I'm Ethan Alexander! 

Both: WE ARE THE LIMIT! 

Kyle skinnies his eyes at them. 

Kyle: That… doesn't sound correct. I'M the limit. I've admitted as much. 

Apparently, that causes DJ to throw a right which Kyle ducks. Ethan flips over a table to grab Kyle by the shirt. He pulls him closer and connects with a left. Kyle blocks his punch with his jaw and throws a kick to the stomach to be let go. DJ grabs Kyle from behind and drops Kyle with a release German suplex, crumbling a lot of boxes of wares. The duo turns their attention on the destruction of the booth, not noticing Kyle standing back up immediately. Ethan catches him out of the corner of his eye and looks flabbergasted. 

Kyle: Yeah, that was just a box of tee shirts. Not exactly hard concrete. 

Kyle leaps at the first guy and starts peppering Ethan with rapid fire lefts and rights. DJ regroups and pulls Kyle off his partner by a leg. Kyle mule kicks at DJ, knocking his glasses askew. Kyle looks horrified and breaks away to check on him. 

Kyle: Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Did I break them? 

Suddenly, Kyle is rocked by a punch the neck by Ethan, who has recovered from the initial onslaught. He then starts throwing pile after pile of folded clothes at Kyle, who vocalizes how long it took his intern Sr. Espejo to zone this merchandise. He finally catches a fist to the chin of Ethan, which gives him an opening to drop Ethan backwards over a toppled table. Kyle pushes over a stack of boxes over him to give him a breather. DJ upturn a box over Kyle, spilling the contents over Kyle. The sashes spill out like snow drifting slowly over the wind. Kyle just stares at DJ. 

DJ: Why is everything here so damn silly?!

Kyle catches a sash and boots DJ in the stomach, giving him an opening to wrap the sash around DJ Frank's thick neck. 

Kyle: You're! Gonna! Pay! For! This! Sash! Because! Now! It's! Un! Sell! A! Ble! You! Piece! Of! Cr--!

Before DJ Frank passes out, Ethan Alexander picked up a Victor Price inaction figure and broke it over Kyle's head, effectively knocking him out. Ethan makes sure DJ is okay and then they both lady siege to the booth, tipping over racks and tables over on the prone Kyle Gautier. They make sure to rip a few sashes and spit on a few kilts before leaving a rightly ruined booth.

UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP - LADDER MATCH
Ace King Vs Dominic Sanders (C)

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We return to ringside where a vignette of Ace King and Dominic Sanders match plays before the competitors start to make their entrances

Aiello: This is going to be an amazing match. A ladder match for the Undisputed Championship? A chance for Ace King to finally make his way to the top.

Loydson: Ace doesn't deserve to be at the top, if he hasn't gotten there yet what makes anyone think he'll actually be a good champion...though it's not like Sanders is any better. 

Stroup: The following match is a ladder match for the EWC Undisputed Championship!

"THE ACE OF SPADES!!! THE ACE OF SPADES!!!" 

The crowd hears Lemmy's growl, and they go nuts as the opening bass line to 'Ace of Spades' rips through (insert arena name here). As the drums kick in, pyro goes off up and down the ramp in time with the beat, while frenetic red and gold spotlights pulse through the building before fixating on the ramp.

Stroup: Joining us first, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds... He is the United States Champion... THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!

There's a huge explosion as the guitar kicks in, and the crowd roars as the one and only Ace King rises from a platform through the smoke of the pyro and into the spotlights, soaking in the ovation with his championship draped over his shoulder. 'The Gambler' stays on a knee, taking the title down to look at it for a few seconds. He takes a deep breath and walks to the ring, calmly interacting with fans all the way down the ramp.

He stops for a couple seconds at the end of the ramp, then charges to the ring, with gold pyro exploding from the turnbuckles as he dives in under the bottom rope. He spins up onto one knee and stares out into the crowd before getting to his feet and hoisting his championship up for all to see. Once he hands the belt to the referee, he gets his game face on while staring a hole through his opponent.

Stroup: And his opponent 

The lights go out in (arena name). Purple lights cut on around the entrance ramp as "Drop the World" by Lil' Wayne begins playing.

"I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes

Hate in my heart, love in my mind"

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

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

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

Stroup: From Aledo, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds... He is the EWC Undisputed Champion! DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!

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

DING DING DING

Both Ace and Dominic look up towards the EWC Undisputed Championship for a few seconds then look back at one another, staring the other down, almost as if to gauge what the other is thinking at that current moment. It seems like an eternity when in fact it was a few seconds. Dominic breaks the stare down, sliding out of the ring to immediately grab a ladder and attempt to slide it in but Ace was having none of it. Ace slid out of the ring and after Dominic. Ace stood behind him, like a shark stalking it's prey as he waited for Dominic to turn around with the ladder in his hand. As Sanders turned around with the Ladder Ace connected with a drop kick sending the metal rungs into the Champions face knocking him down. Ace grabbed the ladder that he had hit Dominic with then proceeded to slide it into the ring. Sanders still was lying flat on his back as Ace slid in following the ladder and picking it up once more to set it up in the middle of the ring. He began his initial descent but did so as Dominic was recovering and had gotten onto one knee. The Champion saw Ace as he reached the middle part of the ladder and slid into the ring to run and knock Ace down off the ladder which he successfully did but The Gambler was able to land on his feet. Dominic pushed the ladder over and the two champions started to lay into one another, a right by Ace followed by a right by Sanders. The two men kept hammering one another before Dominic got the upper hand and started to back Ace into the corner and started to lay haymakers makers into the United States Champions head.


Aiello: Quick flurry of offense by both of these men! This looks like it is going to be a battle.

Loydson: Obviously it's going to be, Joe. Are you that dumb?

Sanders, after the punches onto Ace had brought him over to the ropes and whipped him across the ring, on the return, Sanders hit him with a big samoan drop and immediately popped up. Instead of going for a ladder though, the Champion hopped out of the ring and walked over to Stroup and grabbed the metal chair she was sitting in. Sanders brought the chair to the ring and slid into the ring with the chair in his right hand. Dominic looked at the chair as he waited for Ace to get up and swung the chair connecting with the forehead of Ace sending him right back down to the mat. Ace rolled over onto his stomach, this gave Dominic the chance to swing the chair multiple times at Aces back causing the chair to cave in. Each swing of the chair causing Ace to let out a groan that got louder. Dominic threw the caved in chair down onto the mat as he walked over to the ladder that was still in the ring, leaning up against the turnbuckle. Sanders walked over and set the ladder up making his way up each rung, making sure Ace wasn't moving. Dominic got three quarters of the way up before Ace had gotten up and slowly made his way to the bottom of the ladder, holding his back with one hand and the chair that Dominic brought in in the other hand. Ace swung the ladder connecting with the heels and calves of Dominic multiple times causing him to lose his footing. Ace slowly made his way up a couple rungs, still holding his back and pulled Sanders down off of it. Dominic hit the ground back first and arched up. Ace grab the same chair that was caved in and swung it multiple times onto the head and slammed the point of it into the gut of Dominic. At this point Ace could have climbed the ladder but instead he grabbed it and slowly drug it towards the ropes and pushed it out of the ring. Ace could have slid out and gotten more weapons but instead he walked back over, grabbed Dominic by the head and threw him out of the ring through the top and middle ropes as he hit the ground hard with a THUD! Ace followed, grabbing his back once more as he knelt down to look under the ring for anything interesting and grabbed a metal chain which he doubled over as he stood up. He swung the metal chain and connected with Sanders back multiple times, each time making it redder and a audible yell heard from Dominic with each hit. Ace hit him a few times as it slowly broke the skin of Sanders, blood slowly trickling out from his back.


Aiello: Where'd the chain come from? If I didn't know any better I'd think this was the X-Division Match from earlier. Ace is tearing into Sanders.

Loydson: From under the ring. Didn't you see Ace grab it? And this is a Ladder Match. Not X-Division.

King threw the chain aside as he lifted Sanders but out of nowhere Sanders hits king with a hard low blow! King immediately drops and this gives Sanders a small window to recover as they both are on the ground, though Kind is clearly writhing in pain Sanders though isn't any better. Sanders slowly pushes himself up and gets to a knee looking at Ace who is lying on his back, still in pain. Dominic sees the chain that Ace used and a grin comes across his face. He looks back at Ace and stood up, he walked over towards the chain and picks it up as he looks at it, almost evily. Sanders doubles over the chain and swings it at Ace hitting him just as hard as Ace hit him with it, returning the favor by cutting open Aces back. Dominic keeps slamming the chain against him and throws it off to the side after he feels Ace has had enough. Dom lifts Ace up and throws him against the steel post, driving him shoulder first causing Ace to grab at it. Dominic looks under the apron closest to Ace but doesn't see what he wants and moves to the opposite side as he pulls out a table. He goes to set it up on the outside and as he gets both legs out and turned out on it's top Ace has recovered, as well as he could at least, and got to Dominic and turned him around holding his left arm close to his body from getting shoved into the post and hits The Champ hard with rights backing him up past the table and to the barrier where he clotheslines him over it, Ace barely saving himself though as he is able to fall back onto his feet. He approaches the ladder that was thrown out of the ring earlier and picks it up slowly with his right, obviously struggling though and gets it into the ring. The Gambler drags it over to the middle and props it up as he opens it and slowly starts to climb it with one arm on each rung as he progresses up.


Aiello: Ace is close to the top, he could get the title here! We could have a new champion, bad shoulder and all!

Loydson: Oh whatever, that shoulder isn't as bad as he is trying to make it out to be. Don't think we'll have a new champion here.

Dominic though gets up from the clothesline as he sees Ace near the top and reaching up, he jumps over the barricade and gets to the ladder as fast as he can. Dominic gets to the top of the ladder and they both start exchanging punches, during this exchange they don't pay attention and the ladder had started to lean and finally tipped over both of them falling down and going through the table Dominic had set up earlier! The ladder has fallen as well and bounced off of the ropes as it stays and leans there. Both men are motionless however. Medics from the back rush down to check on them but Ace tells them to leave, not wanting anyone to end this match. Dominic says the same to the Medics that come to check up on him, neither motionless but obviously aware enough to speak. Neither one of them move for a good thirty seconds before Ace sticks his arm up trying to roll over, Dominic immediately follows suit as they both get to their stomachs and crawl towards the apron, Ace gets there first though. As he is laying flat he pulls out a bag of tacks as well as a couple Kendo sticks without Dominic seeing him. Ace rolls back over to his back and pulls himself up to a sitting position. Sanders has slowly made his way over and has gotten to a knee but Ace quickly slams the Kendo stick into Dominics head multiple times breaking the stick and Dominic wide open as well. Sanders wipes his forehead and sees the blood and rolls back over to his stomach as Ace has slid the black bag of tacks into the ring and he follows. Ace uses the ropes to pull himself up and kneels down to open the bag so he can dump the tacks near a corner. Ace slowly stumbles over to the ladder as well, instead of setting it up he closes it and shoves it between the top and bottom rope on the opposite side. Ace looks out and sees Dominic still not moving so he gets out of the ring to go pick up Sanders. It takes him a few tries but The US Champion is able to get Sanders into the ring.


Aiello: This match truly could go either way right now. What a Main Event we've had tonight.

Loydson: What took him so long to pull him into the ring? Is Ace that slow?

Ace, after getting Sanders into the ring, had slowly picked The Champ up near the tacks but from seemingly nowhere Dominic grabs Ace and hits him with Funky Town! (T-Bone) The move sent tacks straight into Aces back! The Gambler immediately arched up in pain the bloody Dominic slowly getting up. Not wanting to leave it at that, to make sure that he could climb the ladder Dominic once again exited the ring and threw in a barbed wire wrapped chair. into the ring and slid a huge ladder into the ring as well that he found. Dominic slid in after both of them and slowly got up grabbing the chair stumbling a bit as he took a few deep breaths. He stood there waiting for Ace to get up and as he did he swung the chair and connected busting Ace wide open as well! Dominic grabbed the huge ladder and set it up to slowly make his descent up the ladder. Slowly but surely Dominic slowly got up to the middle rung but Ace had slowly gotten up and got to Dominic to pull him down off the ladder. Ace slung Sanders into the other one that Ace had wedged into the corner earlier. Ace looked at the big ladder but you could tell he wasn't done. King slid out and reached under the apron and grabbed a table that he sat up. This was followed by lighter fluid and a lighter as he lit the wooden table on fire. Ace got into the ring to a still downed Dominic as he pulled the smaller ladder out of the corner and then proceeded to grab Dominic to take him up to the turnbuckle where he took a deep breath and jumped off hitting a spanish fly onto the table burning the flesh of both of them! Both Sanders and King both had audible screams as the fire burnt them. Ace slowly got up and saw a downed Sanders. He wanted to go at him one last time as he reached under the apron and pulled out a barbed wire chair. He slammed it multiple times to the back and legs of Sanders before rolling him over and putting the chair under his back. Ace backed up a bit and hit the Jackpot! (Rolling Thunder to Shining Wizard) Ace fell after the Shining Wizard to catch his breath a bit before sliding into the ring. He slowly proceeded to the big ladder and made his way up to it, slowly but surely. He slipped on a few rungs which helped Dominic to recover and make it to the top as he did. Ace didn't want any fight though so he hit him with a hard headbutt and threw Dominic off as he reached up and unhooked the Championship!

DING DING DING

Stroup: Your winner and NEW EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION AAACCCEEE KIIIINNNGGGG!

Ace, still on the top of the ladder looks down at the title still in awe of the fact he had finally won the Undisputed Championship. He slowly climbs down the ladder, still hurt but far out of his mind as he raises the title up in the middle of the ring. He walks over to one of the turnbuckles and holds it up high, still not believing what he is seeing. Ace King, finally Undisputed Champion. He stands there still in disbelief as he looks at the Undisputed Championship in his hand as the show is taken out by Aiello and Loydson

Aiello: He did it! Ace finally has finally got rid of his demons! He's been close so many times, he's had chances and came up just short but tonight he has finally done it, he's realized what he's wanted since joining the EWC....he is the EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!!!

Loydson: ...

Aiello: Ace has had the best night of his life! He is leaving and going into Night of Champions as EWC Undisputed Champion!!! It's been an amazing night! Definitely a night and a Scars and Stripes we will NEVER forget!! Thank you all for joining us!

Camera cuts to ...

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Ibuki Ito
Silas Isaac Naberius
Ace King
Xavier Reid
@cyrusblack
Hush
Kyle Gautier
Dominic Sanders

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MATCH WRITERS

FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE SCRAMBLE
WRITER: MNB

SCARS & STRIPES GOLDEN TICKET TOURNAMENT
WRITER: FN'R

TORNADO TAG MATCH - EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
REBELLE VS DAMAGE INC.
WRITER: @ryoichinishimura

FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE - EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
KENDRICK KROSS VS STEPHANIE MATSUDA
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

GABRIELLE VISCONTY VS CYRUS BLACK - FOR A FUTURE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP OPPORTUNITY
WRITER: @cyrusblack

MAIN EVENT
LADDER MATCH - EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP
DOMINIC SANDERS VS ACE KING
WRITER: Kendrick Kross

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RECAP OF WINNERS

Falls Count Anywhere Scramble (for a Future Title Opportunity)
Participants/Order of Elimination:
Choc Lesnar (pinned by Morgan Alexander)
Morgan Alexander (pinned by Sabrina Agbonlahor and Samantha Hamilton)
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton (pinned by Captain Morgan Darkwater)
Sabrina Agbonlahor (submitted to Xavier Reid)
Xavier Reid (pinned by Captain Morgan Darkwater)

WINNER VIA PINFALL (WINS FUTURE TITLE OPPORTUNITY): Captain Morgan Darkwater
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SINGLES MATCH - SCARS & STRIPES GOLDEN TICKET TOURNAMENT
(SEED ONE - WINNER FACES WINNER OF SEED TWO)
AMADEUS (N/S) Vs David "Octane" Gowolski
WINNER VIA PINFALL: David "Octane" Gowolski

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SINGLES MATCH - SCARS & STRIPES GOLDEN TICKET TOURNAMENT
(SEED TWO - WINNER FACES WINNER OF SEED ONE)
Bill Bashem Vs Wendy "Zombie" Stevens
WINNER VIA PINFALL: Bill Bashem

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SINGLES MATCH - SCARS & STRIPES GOLDEN TICKET TOURNAMENT
(SEED THREE - WINNER FACES WINNER OF SEED FOUR)
Jamaal "Hush" Jackson Vs Phoenix Winterborn
WINNER VIA PINFALL: Jamaal "Hush" Jackson

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SINGLES MATCH - SCARS & STRIPES GOLDEN TICKET TOURNAMENT
(SEED FOUR - WINNER FACES WINNER OF SEED THREE)
Adrian Blackthorn Vs Stalker
WINNER VIA PINFALL: Adrian Blackthorn

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SINGLES MATCH - SCARS & STRIPES GOLDEN TICKET TOURNAMENT
(SEMI-FINALS)
Bill Bashem Vs David "Octane" Gowolski
WINNER VIA PINFALL: Bill Bashem

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SINGLES MATCH - SCARS & STRIPES GOLDEN TICKET TOURNAMENT
(SEMI-FINALS)
Jamaal "Hush" Jackson Vs Adrian Blackthorn
WINNER VIA PINFALL: Jamaal "Hush" Jackson

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SINGLES MATCH - SCARS & STRIPES GOLDEN TICKET TOURNAMENT
(FINALS)
Bill Bashem Vs Jamaal "Hush" Jackson
WINNER VIA PINFALL (GOLDEN TICKET HOLDER): Jamaal "Hush" Jackson

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TORNADO TAG MATCH - EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
ReBelle Vs Damage Inc. (N/S)
WINNERS VIA PINFALL: ReBelle

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FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE - EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Kendrick Kross Vs Stephanie Matsuda
WINNER VIA PINFALL (NEW X-DIVISION CHAMPION): Stephanie Matsuda

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SINGLES MATCH - GABI MUST WIN TO EARN SHOT AT INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Gabrielle Visconty Vs Cyrus Black
WINNER VIA PINFALL: Cyrus Black

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MAIN EVENT
LADDER MATCH - EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP
Dominic Sanders Vs Ace King
WINNER VIA TITLE RETRIEVAL (NEW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION): Ace King

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MVPs OF THE NIGHT: Cyrus Black & Ace King
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Gabrielle Visconty Vs Cyrus Black

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