FSW #89 DALY CITY, CALIFORNIA
Oct 23, 2019 21:07:02 GMT -6
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Post by PARAMOUNT on Oct 23, 2019 21:07:02 GMT -6
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents
“My Shot (Rise up Remix)” by Black Thought, Busta Rhymes Joell Ortiz & Nate Russ blasts over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
The fans packing the Cow Palace tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Daly City knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show in professional wrestling is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy beats from 'My Shot' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.
** YOUNGBLOOD COMES TO SHINE! **
EPISODE 089
EPISODE 089
OCTOBER 23, 2019
LIVE! from the Cow Palace - Daly City, CaliforniaWARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.
“My Shot (Rise up Remix)” by Black Thought, Busta Rhymes Joell Ortiz & Nate Russ blasts over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
A pyro show erupts on the outside of the Cow Palace!
Followed by another, equally explosive show on the inside!
Followed by another, equally explosive show on the inside!
The fans packing the Cow Palace tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Daly City knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show in professional wrestling is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy beats from 'My Shot' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.
HEY YO I'M JUST LIKE MY COUNTRY, I'M YOUNG SCRAPPY AND HUNGRY..... AND I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!!
On the MacTron, this episode of FSW begins with its opening video montage detailing many of the historic events that have taken place in the near four-year history of Future Stars of Wrestling. From past champions like Jason Hunter, Dixie Dubois, Amis Shelton, Magdalena Lockheart, and Otaki all standing underneath an old FSW logo to the more current Future Stars Champions like Xavier Reid, Cletus Franklin, Robina Hood and Stitches tearing down that mold...
As more pyro goes off the the FSW logo appears and flashes of the roster appear on the screen such as Joe Doe,Wes Walker, Mercenary, Robbie Rayder, Jason Rayne, Damage Inc. , and finally Candy . Then a shot of Kyle Gautier winning the North American championship fills the screen before fading into a shot of Stitches being held the FSW title from FSW #86.
The camera pans around the loud and out of control audience. As the fireworks continue to explode, the fans chant and cheer! The atmosphere inside the Cow Palace seemed to be charged with that ten million volts of electricity as described in the song. Cameras pan around the arena to catch some of the signage that many fans have brought to the Cow Palace with them here tonight. The FSW fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:
"I'M HERE FOR A TASTE OF THE HEAVENLY TREATS"
"ANDERSON & RAYNE: FIGHT FOREVER!"
"WES WALKER FOR PRESIDENT"
FAMILY ENDURES UNTIL DEATH!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
The lights come back to full and the fans offer one last rousing cheer at the opening festivities. Tonight's announcers are on standby and ready for the show to begin.
Watson: It's October, Halloween is around the corner and there is a youngblood on the rise, but tonight we tear this mother down in DALY CITY! Ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME!...to FSW. We have an amazing program for you all tonight folks. I am Tim Watson and with me as always is Cid Sydney.
Sydney: We have some great matches tonight for you all for sure. Mercenary and new comer Allen Anderson are going to beat the piss out of each other and Jason Rayne is going to do what he does best and obliterate Chris Maverick and Matt Angel. It will be a glorious evening for sure!
Watson: You're forgetting a few matches there Cid. Our opening bout will future the FSW debut of two teams. First, from Brawl, we have Bullet Hell and then making their EWC debut is the new FSW team Lunch Time!
Sydney: If I wanted to watch two rednecks fight i'd look out my apartment window Tim.
Watson: And then in our Main Even we have a match that is already a candidate for FSW Match of the Year when the hot handed Wes Walker takes on former Indy and Undisputed champion Candy! This has a big fight feel to it and the EWC Nation has been buzzing about it for two weeks now. I for one cannot WAIT to see this one go down.
Perfection Through Silence” by Finch plays and the crowd goes wild. From behind the curtain comes Wes Walker with a big smile on his face. He’s wearing his street clothes, jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie over the shirt, no shoes on. As he walks down the aisle he high fives as many fans as he can. A few women ask for hugs and he graciously obliges. He finally makes his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Once he’s in the ring, someone hands him a microphone.
Wes Walker: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to FSW 89!!
The crowd cheers and starts and F.S.W chant. Wes pumps his fist to the beat of the chant.
Wes Walker: I’m very happy to be out here tonight, because this is our “go-home” show before Youngblood. And while this show will incorporate wrestlers from Brawl, Rampage, and Prime as well, we all know that the only place to see the best of the best when it comes to up and coming wrestlers is right here in FSW!
The crowd cheers again, shaking the camera.
Wes Walker: So tonight I wanted to do something special for Daly City and for all the people that come week in and week out to this arena. Tonight, in honor of Youngblood, we’re going to have the first ever FSW Blood Drive!
Mixed reactions from the crowd.
Wes Walker: Now, now, whoever is afraid of needles doesn’t need to worry. This is going to be mostly fueled by FSW Superstars, but anyone who wants to be involved is more than welcome. We’re not going to force you all to give blood.
That gets a chuckle from the crowd.
Wes Walker: I wanted to come out here, see the beautiful people of Daly City and show everyone that I will always stand up for the people and I will always lead by doing.
With that, a nurse and orderly come out from behind the curtain and make their way down to the ring. They get themselves into the ring and the orderly brings in a chair.
Wes Walker: Tonight, I’ll be the very first one to give blood and I’ll be helping the lovely people of Seton Medical Center all night.
Wes sits in the chair and the nurse starts to take Wes’ blood. Suddenly all the lights go out in the building.
Watson: What on earth is going on here?
A red light flashes over the titan-tron. After flashing for a few times the lights go back on. Wes looks around confused, the crowd rumbles. There doesn’t appear to be anything different.
Wes Walker: Well, I don’t know what that was all about, but looks like the nurse here is done. Let’s get this night and this blood drive underway. Any FSW superstar that wants to join, see me backstage!
The crowd cheers and we go to a commercial.
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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
BULLET HELL
VS LUNCH TIME
Watson: Welcome back folks to the last FSW before YoungBlood live on Pay-Per-View in just five days! Let's gear up for some tag team action, shall we?!
Sydney: I really like these blokes from Bullet Hell, but damn did you see Lunch Time's promo video? They were entertainment up the arse, Tim!
Watson: Bullet Hell didn't fair too well in their debut. Let's see how Lunch Time does in theirs!
the camera cuts to the ring where Isabella Starr is standing by.
Starr: The following is your opening contest and will be a tag team contest scheduled for one fall!
"Death by Glamour" begins playing and Kid Kitsune walks out first bouncing to the beat. He then signals for LEO, who just walks to the ring. Kid joins him dancing and smirking. Once to the ring LEO holds up a two sweet while Kid begins break dancing.
Starr: Introducing first... weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and fifty pounds... they are Kid Kitsune and LEO...Bullet Hell!
Sydney: So is it 350 pounds or 365 pounds, Tim?
Watson: I'm guessing there was some kind of error. I'm not sure it matters much. The men who are about to come to the ring are about twice their size. It's going to be a task for Bullet Hell to win tonight.
"Everybody Wants Some" begins blaring throughout the Cow Palace and Meat and Tater come out from behind the curtain. Both big men have chefs hats on top of their heads as Meat wields a turkey leg in his right hand. Tater, with a wicker basket under his arm, gets the crowd pumped up as Meat takes a large bite out of the turkey leg. Tater begins tossing bread rolls out into the crowd from the basket as they casually stroll to the ring.
Starr: Their opponents... coming down the aisle at a combined weight of 642 pounds! MEAT!...TATER!...They are LUNCH TIME!
Meat and Tater get into the ring and now both men are tossing rolls into the crowd. Tater takes his wicker basket and throws it towards the front row. They bounce off of the ropes and do a massive chest bump in the middle of the ring as their theme fades out.
Watson: These two men sure have this Daly City crowd buzzing.
Sydney: When you're big, fat, goofy, and moronic it just seems to go that way, Tim.
DING DING DING
LEO and Tater started the match off. Tater attempted to overpower LEO, but LEO used his quickness advantage to execute a few reversals and strikes. LEO almost got himself disqualified when he refused to stop hitting Tater with closed fists. He finally let up and tagged in Kid. Kid immediately went up to the top while LEO held Tater at bay. Kid jumped off and turned it into a hurricanrana from off of the turnbuckle.
Cydney: Splendid maneuver!
Kid attempted to cover Tater, but only got a two-count when Tater powered out with a gorilla press that sent Kid through the ropes and to the apron. As Tater tried to crawl over to Meat to make the tag, Kid ran over and tagged in LEO and the two of them ran over to Tater and each grabbed a leg, dragging him away from Meat. LEO grabbed ahold of Tater’s legs and put him into a Boston Crab. After a few moments, Tater was able to use his strength to drag himself to the ropes and break the hold. LEO picked Tater up and whipped him into the corner where Kid was standing. As LEO rushed in to deliver a running elbow smash, Tater moved out of the way and LEO hit the buckle. Both men laid on the mat as the crowd urged Tater to tag in Meat.
Watson: Tater has got to tag in Meat! He’s been in this match for eight minutes and Meat is still 100% fresh!
Cydney: U.S.D.A. Approved!
Tater got slowly up to his knees. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out…
Two sour cream packets? He ripped them open and squeezed the contents in his mouth, swallowing it down quickly. He let out a roar as if he were hulking up like Popeye does with spinach as he got to his feet and leapt at Meat with the hot tag! Meat rolled into the ring like a man possessed and took out LEO with a clothesline. He lifts LEO up and pressed him high above his head and threw him at Tater, who was now on his feet. Tater caught LEO and powerslammed him to the mat. LEO rolled out of the ring and Kid rushed in, drilling Meat in the back with a forearm. Meat turned around after the forearm did nothing to him and Kid looked at both men. He walked over to Tater and went for a scoop slam, trying to lift him off of the ground but failing. He looked at Tater and then at Meat. He walked over to Meat and tried to do the same, but failed again.
Cydney: Not a chance in bloody hell, kid!
Watson: Both of these men have at least one hundred and fifty pounds on him. Good effort, but no go.
With LEO on the outside and Kid failing to overpower both men in Lunch Time, Meat grabbed Kid and whipped him into Tater, who drove him down into the mat with a spinebuster. Tater picked Kid up and into the electric chair position. Meat went up to the top and nailed Kid with the Salad Tosser for the pinfall victory!
DING DING DING
Starr: Here are your winners via pinball… Lunch Time!
Watson: Impressive debut for Lunch Time here tonight!
Sydney: I like these guys, but I wish Bullet Hell would’ve won!
Watson: Lunch Time is definitely going to be a factor in the tag team scene here in EWC... Speaking of though, I'm being told that we have another tag team entering the building backstage. We're going to take you there now!
As Candy enters the Cow Palace, she is flanked by both Robbie Rayder and Gabrielle Visconty. They are all on alert as they walk to her locker room. Before they can go inside, they are approached by Lisa Goldrush.
Lisa: Excuse me, Candy…
At the sound of the voice, they all turn to look in that direction.
Lisa: ...I was hoping to get a few words with you before the Main Event.
Candy looks from Robbie to Gabi back to Robbie.
Candy: You guys can go inside and I’ll be right there.
Her husband seems a little unsure what to do.
Candy: Lisa isn’t going to hurt me and if anyone else shows up you can be back out here in just a second. Nothing bad will happen. Promise.
Gabi elbows Robbie playfully and the two reluctantly go inside leaving Candy out there with Lisa Goldrush. As the door starts to close we see Gabi peek out of the crack with a suspicious glare at Lisa.
Lisa: Looks like you might be a little worried about the FEUD making their presence felt tonight.
Candy: Not exactly worried. But as we all know Mercenary is in action tonight. And where he is, Dalilah isn’t far behind. Who knows, the others could be here as well waiting to strike. Just coming prepared in case they do.
Lisa: That makes sense.
The interviewer nods.
Lisa: But how well do you think you’ll be able to focus on Wes Walker with the possibility of FEUD members lurking?
Candy: No one is going to mess up this Main Event for me. If the FEUD is lurking, I know that Robbie and Gabi will be there to handle it. Knowing that, I’ll be able to focus just fine. So I hope Wes is ready for the sweetest fight of his life. Because that’s exactly what he’s going to get once that bell rings!
She pauses.
Candy: I look forward to the fight he will give me tonight. But eventually, all that sugar he’s going to be up against will catch up to him and he’ll be left on a Sugar High!
Lisa: Well, good luck to you out there.
Candy: Thank you.
As Candy opens the door to step inside, both Robbie and Gabi are there. Apparently they didn’t want to be that far off in case.
Candy: Gotta love them!
Candy adds with a laugh and hugs them. They both look relieved to have her on the inside as the door is closed. The scene fades to...
We go backstage and Wes is in the back with the nurse and orderly from Seton Medical Center.
Wes Walker: That was a little weird earlier right? Did you notice anything different after that?
Nurse: No, I don’t think so, I was pretty nervous for a second though. I mean, I had a needle in your arm.
Wes smiles.
Wes Walker: I totally understand! It was my arm!
As the three continue to chat, Allen Anderson walks in to the room.
Wes Walker: Allen! So good to see you! Welcome, welcome.
Allen Anderson: Happy to be a part of it, it’s a nice thing you’re doing.
The two men shake hands and Wes motions for Allen to sit down.
Wes Walker: How are you liking FSW so far? I see you’ve been all over the place, that’s how my first month was here too.
Allen Anderson: It’s going alright. I’m hoping to get a win tonight.
Wes Walker: Oh man, good luck to you, Mercenary is a tough son of a bitch. Took me months to finally get the best of him. Glad that part of my life is over.
Allen tentatively smiles as the nurse puts the needle in his arm.
Wes Walker: Thanks for coming in to do this, especially before your match, a lot of athletes would think this would take away from their conditioning.
Allen puts a cocky look on his face and looks down at his sculpted body and back on Wes.
Allen Anderson: Not really something I’m worried about.
Just then a page from backstage walks in with a note. He hands it to Wes.
Wes Walker: What the heck is this?
The page looks at him nervously and backs out of the room.
Wes Walker: You okay, man?
Wes and Allen both look at the man, then at each other, and now at the piece of paper.
Wes Walker: Tonight the blood will flow. What is this about?
The two men look at each other concerned and the camera fades out.
SINGLES MATCH
ALLEN ANDERSON
VS MERCENARY
Watson: We’re well on our way tonight so far, and now we’ve got a big match coming up with new comer Allen Anderson going against Mercenary.
Sydney: How many new guys has Mercenary had to put in their place?
Watson: Mercenary is a very talented wrestler, he’s a great test for any one trying to make a name for themselves.
Sydney: He’s erased A LOT of names this year. Let’s get down to ringside!
Starr: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, from HARLEM, NEW YORK, weighing in at 205 pounds... He is THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND, ALLEN ANDERSON!
Pyros hit and "0-100" by Drake begins to play while Allen comes out wearing a red hoodie in attempt to get himself pumped. He slowly walks to the ring and enters with a cocky grin on his face before taking off the hoodie and climbing the top turnbuckle posing for the crowd.
Starr: "And now hailing from West Oakland California It is time to meet the monster who you all have helped create. He is the EWC Outlaw. He is, THE MERCENARY!
Mercenary walks into the flashing red light. His face is hidden behind a hard plastic tactical mask decorated with The Punisher's skull logo. He is stiff... hard... Frankenstein's deadly creation come to life. He crosses both arms, gloved fists clenched, across his chest under his chin. The pose resembles a skull and crossbones. Smoke rolls in and with it comes the beautiful Dalilah Ashe. She grasps his arm and pulls herself to his immobile steel frame. They stand together in the smoke as a burst of flame explodes all around them. Together they move forwards towards the ring at a steady pace filled with menace and a deadly purpose. Stepping over the top rope the man holds the ropes open for his lady. Walking to the corner of the ring he removes his mask and starts to shadow box in the corner as he waits for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING
The match gets off to a hot start as Allen Anderson comes flying at Mercenary with an elbow. It momentarily catches Mercenary off guard and he backs into the corner. Anderson backs up to charger towards Mercenary but Merc moves out of the way and Anderson smashes into the corner. As he’s backing up from the recoil Mercenary grabs him around the waist and hits a big fall-a-way slam. Mercenary goes for an early pin.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Allen Anderson kicks out quickly and works his way to his feet. Mercenary tries to throw some foreams to Allen’s back but Anderson gets up in spite of them. Mercenary winds up for another forearm but Anderson sneaks underneath and runs off the ropes, coming back at Merc he jumps up and hits a spinning huricanrana! Both men are down.
Watson: What a start to this match! Allen Anderson showing off his physicality early.
Sydney: Tough to bring down the big man sometimes, but Anderson needs to be worried that he’s only making Merc mad.
Both men start to get themselves on to all fours. Mercenary makes his way up first and throws a knee into Andersons head. Merc stands up tall and hits a big curb stomp on Anderson. He’s laid out. Merc looks around with a sick look on his face. He picks up Anderson from the back of the head, he puts Allen in a full nelson and starts swinging him around. The referee checks to see if Anderson wants to give up, but he vehemently shakes his head no. Merc realizing that he’s not going to get Anderson to give up, Merc converts it into a FULL NELSON SLAM! Merc goes for an immediate pin.
1….
2….
NO!!
Anderson kicks out and Merc is pissed off. He gets to his feet and throwing taunting kicks at Anderson waiting for another moment to strike. Merc throws another big kick to Anderson’s mid-section and Anderson writhes in pain. Merc lifts up Anderson and throws him into the corner. Mercenary tries to spear Anderson into the corner but Allen rolls out of the way at the last second. Mercenary is stuck in the corner and Anderson spins through the middle rope and hits Mercenary with his shins in the head. Mercenary comes barreling out of the corner and Anderson jumps onto the top rope and flies towards Mercenary hitting a flying spinning elbow! Anderson quickly goes for a pin.
1….
2…..
KICKOUT!
Watson: Allen Anderson will not quit! What a series of moves to overpower Mercenary.
Sydney: The Mercenary had been in control of this match until Anderson sped up the pace.
Allen Anderson is starting to feel himself after the flurry of moves. Mercenary starts to make his way onto his feet but Anderson runs at him and hits a sitting dropkick to the side of Mercenary’s head and he goes down. Anderson jumps to the top rope and gets incredibly high in the air, but almost too high as Mercenary has time to spin out of the way, Anderson falls hard on his stomach and he grabs his chest in pain. Both men are on the ground and you can visibly see their chests compress and decompress as both men are tired. Anderson somehow makes his way to his feet first and walks towards Mercenary who grabs him by the feet and stands up tripping Anderson and dropping him to the ground. Rookie mistake by Allen Anderson to not see that Mercenary was merely playing possum. Mercenary tries to capitalize with a falling knee drop but Anderson spins out of the way. While Mercenary is getting back up, Anderson is quicker and gets to his feet and sets up and hits Mercenary with a pele kick! Mercenary drops to the ground. Anderson flips over Merc to his back and jumps up to the top rope. Here we go, the HARLEM RENAISSANCE! Anderson turns over and pins Mercenary.
1…..
2….
3!!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... ALLEN ANDERSON!
Watson: What a match by Allen Anderson! He’s showing the FSW world what he’s all about.
Sydney: Mercenary doesn’t look happy about this, I doubt it’ll be the last time these two are in a ring together.
Watson: Well, for tonight, Allen Anderson is the one that shines.
Jason Rayne is in a backstage room at the arena watching video of his match against Allen Anderson. The part where Jason powebombs Allen into the hard, exposed stairs comes on the screen, and a grin spreads across Jason’s face, as he sits nodding his head. Several moments later, the scene of Matt Mercer giving the count at the tail end of the match comes on the screen, and the grin on Jason’s face is replaced with a look of disbelief, as Jason shakes his head from side to side. As the video of Matt Mercer’s count reaches 9, the door six feet behind Jason suddenly opens, and Sandra Verna enters. Sandra floated on her stylish black heels, a brisk walk barely flicking the tassels above the ankle. Everything flowed from that to her hound’s tooth blazer by Marc Jacobs, complimenting by a red velvet beret from the same summer lineup. Few things compares to her most treasured companion, a black Prada throw bag with a 12 K gold imprint branded right above its button. Something she never leaves behind.
Jason: What on earth do you want, lady? Can’t you see I’m busy?
Sandra: Oh, I’m terribly sorry...uh?
Jason: Give me a break, how could you possibly not know who I am?
Sandra: Again, I apologize. You don’t see that much of me, since I work on the inside. My name’s Sandra Verna and I am the International digital and sponsorship director for EWC and I know you’ve been wrestling here on the FSW brand for awhile. I just haven’t had the time to memorize everyone’s face and name.
Jason: Jason. Jason Rayne.
Sandra: It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Jason…
Jason: interrupting You’re damn straight it is.
Sandra: Uh...yeah. Sandra glances over at the big screen for a few seconds. That was your match against Allen. You lucked out on that one, huh?
Jason: Luck isn’t the word I’d use. Matt Mercer screwed both of us over with his fast count and apparent ineptitude. Any other ref would have only been at the count of 8 when Matt was calling for the bell.
Sandra: I see. You think you would’ve won, then?
Jason: I don’t need to think, tuts; I already know. I can beat any cruiserweight any day of the week, and twice on Sundays. I have done it time and time again, and will continue to do so any time I step into the ring against one.
Sandra: Maybe so, but Allen’s just too talented. He is a wrestling prodigy.
Jason: So what? I am, too. I’ve won multiple collegiate championships. That’s not even mentioning the over forty pounds of advantage I have over Allen. Anyone who knows anything about wrestling would put their money on me - every time - just from that fact alone.
Sandra: You really think you’re better than Allen?
Jason: As I’ve said before: I don’t need to think; I already know I am. Any time, any place, any match.
Sandra: I mean that’s a bold statement to make. Allen may have his problems but he’s still a capable wrestler
Jason: If it will shut you up, lady - and I use that term loosely - gladly.
Jason grabs Sandra by her wrist and begins walking towards the door.
Sandra: Let go of me, Jason! Where are you taking me?!
Jason: Ringside. Allen is wrestling right now. Let’s settle this once and for all.
Sandra: I said let go! Somebody?! Anybody, help!
Jason: I said, we’re going ringside. Now be a good girl, shut your yap, and start walking.
Jason heads out the door and towards the ring, still towing the struggling Sandra along with him.
Jason and Sandra make it to ringside just as Allen Anderson is in the ring alone. Mercenary has left ringside. Jason looks in Sandra’s direction and gives her a sinister smirk. With Allen’s back turned towards him, Jason quickly reaches under the ring, pulls out a steel chair, and quietly slides it into the ring. Jason lifts the top rope and climbs into the ring, just as the lights in the arena go completely dark. The lights come back on just in time to see a confused Allen Anderson turn around just as Jason swings the chair down on him, too late to dodge out of its way.
Allen crumples to the ground on impact. Jason lifts Allen up off the ground and starts setting Allen up for a Viper Venom on top of the steel chair, when Sandra rushes inside the ring.
Sandra: Please Jason, stop! You have done enough already! Leave him be!
Jason glares silently at Sandra for a few seconds, kicks the steel chair out of harm’s way, and slams Allen to the mat with a Viper Venom, leaving Allen dazed and in pain, but otherwise uninjured. Jason motions for a microphone, which is promptly brought to him.
Jason: You were saved tonight by your little shrew, Allen, but this isn’t over; not by a long shot! No, a true predator never gives up a kill.
You see, Allen, that shrew of yours seems to think that you had me beat last week, if not for the referee. I know that is highly, HIGHLY unlikely... In fact, I know that not only would you have been left crumpled on the mat like you are right now, but that I would beat you anytime, anywhere, in any and every match ever created. If you are even a fraction of the man this shrew thinks you are, you will show your ugly mug at Youngblood, along with Chris Brock, for a Spin the Wheel, Make the Deal ceremony.
Allen, still in some pain, manages to prop himself up a bit.
Allen: I accept. I will be at Youngblood and will spin the wheel. You can count on that.
Watson: WOW!... Jason Rayne is not letting this draw with Allen Anderson go away. It looks like we have a match for Youngblood set in stone! Make it happen GM Brock!
Sydney: God Damn I like this Rayne kid!
The camera cuts in on Wes Walker making small talk with nurse who has been busy collecting the donated blood. Wes looks out of frame and his smile turns to suspicious scowl. The camera pans over to reveal Mercenary standing with both palms out and open, held up in a gesture of contrition. Walker steps into the frame facing the bigger man in a defensive stance.
Walker: What are you doing here?
Mercenary:Now hold on man. Just a second. Keep it cool. I’m just here to offer some good will for a good cause. I want to prove that everyone has entirely the wrong impression of me. I just came to contribute to the cause brother, nothing else. I just wanna do my part. Cool?
Walker relaxes a bit but does not completely lower his guard. He nods at the Merc and signals to the nurse that is okay to proceed. Mercenary gives him a grin.
Mercenary: Alright man. Alright. It’s all good. C’mon darlin’, come spike me. But be gentle with me okay, I tend to bruise easy.
He and the nurse share a chuckle as she sets him up for the draw. After she’s done, Mercenary stands holding a cotton ball to the crook of his arm. Next to him a full blood bag hangs from an IV stand. Wes Walker enters the scene.
Walker: I really appreciate you doing this. Your donation will do a lot of good. Especially after your match.
Mercenary: It’s no big deal bro. Happy to be of service. I just wish there was something else I could do.
Wes extends his hand to The Mercenary. Merc stares at the offered hand for a second before he accepts the gesture. When Wes goes to disengage Mercenary holds him there.
Mercenary: I don’t know what I was thinking about. There was one more thing that we’ve been wanting to give you all night.
Wes’s look of growing realization is quickly wiped away by a hard chair shot across his shoulders. Walker falls forward where he is struck a second time by a chair wielding Dalilah Ashe. She laughed loudly as he hit the floor from the force of the blow.
Dalilah: Pointing wildly at the fallen Walker GET HIM! Get him, Baby! Teach him!
Mercenary lays in on Walker with a flurry of toe kicks and closed fists that go undefended by Wes. Leaning over the fallen figure Mercenary pulls Walker up by his hair into a seated positon.
Mercenary:You want to judge me! You want to talk about my life like it’s some emo fantasy to be immortalized by a garbage pop punk band? Like my past is some sort of joke? Well, how funny is this son? How funny?
Mercenary goes after Walker again with a fury. Pulling him back up again he continues the verbal side of the assault.
Mercenary:You wanna talk about punk rock? Let’s talk about it. He looks up addressing Dalilah. Hey baby, you’ve heard of Iggy Pop right? Well Ol’ Iggy, he used to do some pretty sick stuff at his concerts. Sometimes he’d cut his chest with a broken bottle and rub the blood all over himself right before he jumped into the crowd. Yup. That was one fella who didn’t mind gettin’ bloody. So in honor of good Ol’ Iggy… He points at the blood bag.... Give me that. Get it.
Dalilah hands Mercenary the bag of his donated blood with a sadistic grin. Taking the bag Mercenary tore it open with his teeth and proceeded to soak the struggling Walker in the thick red fluid.
Mercenary:There ya go Wes. How’s that you self-righteous sum-bitch? Now the next time someone asks you why you feel the need to be such a damn Samaritan you can tell them with no irony at all that you’ve been washed in the blood. How ya like it?
Mercenary threw the empty bag aside and let Walker fall back down to the cold tile floor. Dalilah came over to taunt him laughing like a maniac. With a sick smile of satisfaction on his face Mercenary took her by the arm and led her from the room leaving Wes unconscious in a pool of borrowed blood.
Watson:Are we still broadcasting? Can you hear me in the truck? Somebody please cut away.
Sydney:Never before in my career… that’s just too far. Disgusting.
Watson:Can someone please get back there and help him? Please. Somebody get back there.
Sydney:Fans we would like to apologize for what you were just forced to watch. I’m certain that FSW and EWC official will have something strong to say about that repulsive act. It’s nothing short of an assault.
Watson:There really isn’t anything we can say about it. All we can do is just try to move forward. Disturbing. I don’t know how Wes Walker is going to wrestle later tonight.
Stitches: Did you miss this ugly mug?
Stitches says as he lifts his head up, brushing away his greasy green hair with one hand whilst clutching onto the FSW Championship resting over his shoulder with the other. The Rumble in Texas hadn't quite gone as the carnival clown expected. Coming up just short of the finish line, yet again, was a bitter pill to swallow. Three years in a row now he had attempted to make it to the finish line and three years in a row he had fallen short. Still, he had been satisfied with the contributions he had made towards the eventual outcome of the match, even if Robbie Rayder had had the last laugh by eliminating the carnival clown. It was fine, the Dreadnought could have the last laugh, because the fact still remained that the FSW Championship remained over Stitches' shoulder.
The carnival clown sat, his back pressed firmly against a brick wall covered in grafitti. From the mid-section upwards was visible. He had perched himself upon a semi-busy street. Passers-by stared at the bizarre looking clown, and then the championship over his shoulder, shook their heads and continued to walk on by. One look at the carnival clown's face, the face paint smeared across his pale skin, and people opted against entertaining the carnival clown. Stitches watched them all walk by, a firm gaze upon each and every one of them, his gaze rarely breaking. He sat only a few meters away from the Cow Palace where, at this very moment FSW hosted episode number #89 with the show being main-evented by Candy and Wes Walker. Not being booked for the show, Stitches felt less-inclined to actually make his presence known among the hallowed halls. The FSW roster could have their fun... for now.
Stitches: It has been almost a month now since the Rumble in Texas.
Stitches suddenly blurts out, seemingly out of nowhere as if instructed to do so.
Stitches: Sure, I didn't walk out victorious in that match. But apart from the winner, who were people talking about the most from that match? Me! Why? It wasn't the sheer fact that I started out first and lasted as long as I did, because so too did Scorpio and Dominic Sanders. It wasn't for the eliminations I made in the match, because I only had one. No, it was the impact I made. Because if I wasn't to win, I was sure to make an impact and leave people talking. My actions were described as vicious, they were described as diabolical. I would simply call them common-place for the carnival clown. Whilst others were focused on petty squabbles and fulfilling conclusions to rivalries, I was there to cause as much mayhem as possible in my plight to stand tall at the end of the Rumble as the last man standing. I wasn't the last man standing, but you can't deny the fact that I stirred the pot that night and I kept those entrants on their toes. And sure, these hands of mine do the trick just fine, but throwing fists eventually grows tiresome. Throwing a spanner into the works is always fun. It doesn't hurt to have a trusty weapon to help get the job done.
Stitches grins before standing to his feet. Placed underneath him is a steel chair, the same steel chair he had used in the Rumble match. Several sections of the steel chair had been concaved, it was also covered in dry blood, most the blood of the carnival clown which had seaped for a good portion of the Rumble match. One particular dent in the chair belonged to Gerald Dragon, who had felt the wrath of the chair more than any other.
Stitches: This steel chair gave me options and it allowed me to be creative. The sight of this carnival clown wielding this steel chair sent every one of those Rumble entrants scattering out of the ring like cockroaches to the sight of light. Who else can claim they cleared out the entire ring that night? Certainly not the eventual winner, Melody Malone. She endured, adapted and survived, but she certainly didn't clear out that ring like I did. See these dents in the chair?
Stitches says, pointing a finger at each dent.
Stitches: These are several reminders for those who dared to tempt fate against the carnival clown. And of course, the dry blood? It belonged to those who suffered at my hands, it belonged to me as I bled from open wounds. We were all responsible for this crimson concoction, masterfully illustrated by these blood stains, a portrait of the masterpiece we painted that night. And although I refuse to step through the doors of the Cow Palace, know that the carnival clown will be back to orchestrate another symphony of destruction very soon.
THREE WAY DANCE
ELIMINATION MATCH
CHRIS MAVERICK VS MATT ANGEL VS JASON RAYNE
Watson: Strong words there from the FSW champion Stitches, but like a stone this show keeps on rolling, and next up we have a triple threat elimination match.
Sydney: A triple threat between three of the brightest prospects on the FSW brand.
Watson: Indeed Cid, indeed. I expect this one to be more electric than your grandma’s scooter!
Sydney: Well put Tim, well put.
Starr: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall with eliminations in effect. Introducing first from The Graveyard, weighing in at 235 pounds... CHRIS MAVERICK!
"Sing From The Gallows" by Diablo BLVD blasts through the PA boxes, as Chris Maverick stumbles his way out, with a crazed look around to the fans. Maverick's eyes are widened and he has a sly smirk on his face. Maverick slowly walks down the ramp, slapping his head. When Maverick slaps his head, he turns to an angered expression and slowly makes his way up the steps. Maverick looks around at all of the booing fans, and ignores them.
Maverick steps in the ring, and runs towards the ropes where he raises his arm over it. Maverick paces around back and forth, and then slaps his head. Maverick smiles again, and hits the ropes. Maverick falls down on his back and claps for himself, laughing as he does it. Maverick rolls to his feet, and takes his jacket off.
Maverick drops his jacket out of the ring, as he starts talking to himself, and mutters something to the referee. The referee has a confused look on his face, and Maverick pats his back, before laughing to himself again, as if he had just made an extremely funny joke. Maverick laughs his way into the corner, until he stops, and his angry expression is back, as he waits.
Starr: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 250 pounds... JASON RAYNE!
Pyros hit and "Snake Bit" begins to play as Jason comes out onto the ramp. The crowd boo him and he heads to the ring.
Starr: And their opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 180 pounds... MATT ANGEL!
DING DING DING
Chris Maverick and Jason Rayne collide in the center of the ring, the two giants locking into a shoulder and collar tie-up. Matt Angel rolls out of the ring to retrieve himself a kendo stick. Chris and Jason are pushing on each other with all they got, but neither man will move. They break the hold, Chris backs up and explodes off the ropes into a shoulder block on Jason but Jason eats the move without any impact before jamming his thumb in Chris’ eye! Chris stumbles and turns his back on Jason who yanks him into a German suplex. Jason rolls through maintaining a waist lock as he lifts Chris into another German. Jason goes for a third but eats a kendo stick shot to the back of the head! Jason releases Chris stands to face Matt but eats another kendo stick shot! And another! And another! Jason falls to his knee, Matt rips him forwards into a spike DDT! Chris Maverick drags Matt up and lifts him for a brainbuster, slamming Matt’s head into the ground from suplex position.
Watson: This match is heating up, Chris landed that suplex brainbuster perfectly and Matt might be out of this!
Sydney: And those kendo stick shots seem to0 have Jason in a bad way!
Chris Maverick pulls Matt up and calls for it, he underhooks the arms and lifts Matt into a powerbomb before spiking him on his back and neck with a Test Subject! Chris has a cover but Jason Rayne drags him up and hits a third German suplex, spiking Maverick right on the top of his head! Jason yells that Matt is his before dragging Maverick up and hitting a sitout piledriver. Jason pulls Maverick up and leaps into a Viper Strike! Jason covers!
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Starr: Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Maverick has been eliminated.
Watson: Wow, Chris Maverick is out following that leaping cutter from Jason Rayne, and we are down to just Jason and Matt now!
Sydney: And I have to say, Jason appears to have the advantage here, Matt Angel hasn’t moved since taking that Test Subject.
Jason Rayne pulls Matt Angel up before dragging him into a short-arm clothesline. Jason pulls Matt back up to his feet before smashing him with a headbutt. Jason kicks Matt a few times before dragging him up into a high angle belly-to-belly. Jason is having fun here. Matt rolls to the ropes, looking for some air but Jason grabs his leg and pulls him back. The momentum was so that Matt landed on his legs before leaping back without thinking and smashing into Jason with his trademark superkick! Both men stumble backwards and land on the ropes. Matt and Jason rebound off the ropes towards each other but Jason is just a bit faster as he hits a devastating lariat from hell! Matt flips in mid air before landing on the back of his head. Jason drags him up by his hair before leaping into a Viper Strike! Jason makes the cover.
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The crowd starts to cheer as Allen Anderson slides under the ropes and into the ring, immediately attack both Matt Angel AND Jason Rayne!
Watson: What in the hell is Anderson doing?!
Sydney: Oh this sly bastard.... I think I like this kid too!
Referee Matt Mercer calls for the bell as Anderson kicks Matt Angel out of the way and continues his assault on Jason Rayne.
DING DING DING
Mercer walks over to the corner where Isabella Starr is stand and whispers something into her ear.
Starr: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to outside interference on both competitions referred Matt Mercer has been forced to throw the entire match out. The result of this match is a NO CONTEST!!
Anderson: Where is she, Jason!? Where is Sandra!? Tell me!
Allen yells frantically, while not letting up on the attack.Jason doesn’t give an answer, only giving one of his trademark smirks for a few seconds, while blocking a few kicks. Jason gets to his feet and the two brawl to the outside of the ring until half a dozen FSW backstage staff members arrive ringside and begin pulling the two apart from each other.
Rayne: You know the deal, Allen. If you want Sandra back, show up at Youngblood and Spin The Wheel.
Jason shouts, as the FSW staff continues to drag Jason towards one of the arena entrances. Allen frowns as FSW staff pull him toward the opposite entrance.
Watson: There is no love lost between these two, but ANOTHER match with Jason Rayne ends without a loss or a win for Jason Rayne. That is not going to make him happy!
Sydney: Allen Anderson was very specific in his attack. He made sure to attack BOTH Angel and Rayne so that neither wrestler got the win. He knew EXACTLY how to get under Jason's skin. That is down right conniving!
Watson: Either way, I think there will be an absolutely ass whooping from both side of this Spin The Wheel, Make the Deal match at Youngblood! We have to take a break folks, but we still have out Main Event coming up! DO NOT MISS IT!
Mercenary is standing backstage. The crowd boos loudly at the image, offering him nothing but contempt. But then from a side section of the arena some cheers cut through the hate. Wes Walker, his shirt still stained red with blood, appears behind The Mercenary, wrapping a length of some kind of cord tightly around his throat. Taken completely off guard Mercenary claws at his neck trying to free himself. Walker, using Mercenary’s height against him, dropped low, allowing all of his body weight to pull down on the cord. Mercenary, robbed of oxygen, sputtered and spit. His face was turning purple. Just before he blacked out Walker released the tension and spun the disoriented big man around to face him. Mercenary swayed and stumbled. Walker snap kicked him in the gut and just as quick delivered a vicious looking spike DDT. Mercenary’s head hit the gritty concrete ground with a loud crack. Blood welled and then spouted from his scalp, gushing from a gash on the side of his head. Standing over the fallen man Wes Walker saluted the camera and was greeted with a thunderous amount of adulation.
Watson:Ladies and gentlemen Wes Walker lives!
Sydney:And I would say that he is more than ready for our main event.
Watson:I guarantee that Candy wasn’t counting on any of this. Wes Walker is a man possessed and I think it’s safe to say that he’s got a little bit of the devil in him this week.
Sydney:He sure as hell made Mercenary pay for his sins Tim.
Watson:And it couldn’t have happened to a more deserving guy.
SINGLES MATCH
WES WALKER
VS CANDY
Watson: It’s now time for our main event of the evening, Wes Walker taking on the sweet treat of FSW Candy!!!
Sydney: And let’s not forget that Wes Walker has been through the wars already tonight, that’s why he looks like a bag of shit.
Watson: Language Cid! Although it is true, Wes has been running a blood drive in honor of the upcoming PPV Youngblood but that all went pear shaped when Mercenary attacked him and covered him in blood from the drive!
Sydney: It was rather yucky. But Wes did get his revenge as we just saw there he just laid Mercenary out backstage. I wonder how focused he is on this match against Candy though given everything that’s happened? This isn’t some rookie he’s going against! This is a former Undisputed champion!
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first from Galway, Ireland... weighing in at 185 pounds... WES WALKER!!
Pyros hit and "Perfection Through Silence" by Finch begins to play Wes Walker jumps out from the back with a spin kick although he’s clearly covered in blood and looks a mess. He stops at the top of the ramp puts his hands together and bows quickly to the ring and then turns to the left and right and bows the audience. He walks down the ramp and is high-fiving fans as he does. He slides under the bottom rope and pops up. He shakes hands with the ref and gets in his corner.
Starr: And his opponent, Making her way to the ring from Candyland, please welcome...'The Sweet Treat'...CAAAAAANDYYYYYY!!
Just as "I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter starts to play throughout the arena, fans immediately start to cheer as Candy emerges from the back all smiles as she does a little dance at the top of the stage. After her name is announced, Candy begins skipping her way down the aisle as she tags the outstretched hands along the way. She circles half the ring before climbing up on the apron. As she takes a seat on it, Candy blows a kiss into the crowd. She then lays back and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Once she's on her feet again, Candy taunts the crowd until her music subsides.
DING DING DING
Walker And Candy give each other a respectful nod before locking up. Walker whips Candy off of the ropes and as she comes back towards him he wraps his arms around her waist and throws her back for a Belly to belly suplex. Walker picks Candy up and hits a Snapmare suplex on her. Walker suddenly tries to lock in his Tiger Choke submission move on Candy on the mat but she seems to sense the danger early and wraps her legs around the bottom rope, pulling herself under and onto the ring apron as the ref pulls Walker away.
Watson: Wes Walker was looking for an early finish with that submission of his but Candy being the veteran that she is managed to get to the ropes in time!
Sydney: Imagine if Walker had made the former Undisputed champion tap out right away, man that would’ve been huge.
Candy rolls under the ropes and to the outside as she tries to regroup but Walker comes after her, sliding to the outside. As Candy leans against the ring post Walker goes for his Spinning front kick to the head move but Candy ducks out of the way at the last second and Walker kicks the ring post causing him to fall to mat holding his leg in pain.
Watson: Oh man Walker took a sore one there!
Candy hoists Walker up and rolls him into the ring. Walker tried to get to his feet but Candy is in the ring quick, she rushes off of the ropes as Walker stumbles on his hurt leg she catches him with a spear! Candy makes the pin as the ref counts...
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Sydney: Candy nearly sent Walker to the showers early! And he needs one, i can smell that boy from here.
Candy hits a Split Legged Drop on Walker as he lays on the mat. Candy isn’t letting up on Walker as she then picks him up on his knees, wrapping her legs around him she hits him with one of her moves she calls the Candy Blast! Candy gets up immediately and rushes to the nearest turnbuckle, jumping to the top she sets herself up and jumps off hitting her finisher the Sugar High!!!
Watson: Surely it’s all over now!!! Good night Wes Walker.
Candy makes the pin...
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Sydney: Oh man! Even I’m shocked! Wes somehow managed to get his foot on the bottom rope. Unbelievable.
Candy takes a moment to compose herself before she pulls Walker to his feet and whips him off of the ropes. As Walker comes back at her he leaps in the air and catches Candy with a flying knee. Candy hits the deck and as Walker lands on his feet his hurt leg buckles underneath him and he drops to the mat aswell. Walker and Candy both push themselves up and onto there feet at the same time. Walker against throws himself at Candy and catches her with a spinning elbow. Walker is up on his feet and stalking Candy from behind as she slowly pulls herself up. Once on her feet she turns around and straight into Walkers Spinning front kick to the head! Candy drops to the mat and Walker falls on top of her for the pin...
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Watson: Candy managed to kick out of that spinning front kick but now Walker has the tiger choke locked in! It’s not looking good for the sweet treat!
Walker has the choke hold in good as Candy scrambles to try and get her foot on the rope but she just can’t reach. Walker squeezes as tight as he can and Candy looks like she’s fading.
Watson: Candy is a tough as they come and she’s not giving up but how much longer can she hold on.
Candys eyes close and the ref holds her arm up and lets it drop but she suddenly gets a burst of energy and starts to struggle free again, as she does she puts pressure on Walkers hurt leg and you can see it’s starting to cause Walker pain.
Eventually Walker let’s go of the submission hold as Candy rolls off of his leg. Walker gets to his feet and spins around Candy, hoisting her into the air and hitting a full Nelson suplex on her. Walker picks Candy up again and hits another full Nelson suplex on her. Walker takes a breather before he again picks Candy up and hits a third full Nelson suplex on her. Walker then makes the pin on Candy....
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Watson: These two are throwing everything at each other!
Sydney: I got to admit I’m enjoying this one! Candy and Wes Walker are a credit to the FSW brand.
Walker picks Candy up and whips her off of the ropes, as she comes back at him she leaps onto of him and hits a sunset flip but Walker ropes out of the move and as he gets to his feet he throws a boot at Candy but she athletically dodges the kick. Candy then kips up to her feet and hits Walker with a forearm smash and then another one and another one.
She then grabs a hold of Walkers head and goes for a tornado DDT but as she spins around Walker uses his strength to hold Candy up in the air and he throws her over his shoulder. Candy lands on her back and before she has time to recover Walker picks her up, kick her in the guts and goes for his finisher Irish Hammer but as he lifts Candy up she knees him in the gut. Walker let’s go of Candy and she turns, grabbing Walkers head she runs towards the turnbuckle and hits her finisher Candy Crusher. Candy pins Walker...
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DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... CANDY!!!
Watson: Candy yet again showing why she is one of the best wrestlers to ever step foot inside an FSW ring!
Sydney: It was a close call tonight, Wes Walker gave his all tonight!
Watson: He did but Candy was just that little bit better tonight. The future is looking bright for Candy. We are out of time folks, we will see you again real soon and don’t forget to tune in to EWC Youngblood next Monday night. It’s sure to be a wild ride.
Walker and Candy share a handshake in the ring before he leaves Candy to celebrate. The FSW logo pops onto the screen as Candy raises her arms in the air in the middle of the ring.
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Wes Walker
_.Candy._
Wes Walker & Allen Anderson
Jason Rayne & Allen Anderson
Wes Walker & MERCENARY
Stitches
Jason Rayne & Allen Anderson
Wes Walker & MERCENARY
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders
MATCH TWO
WRITER: Wes Walker
MATCH THREE
WRITER: FN'R
MATCH FOUR| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: @cyrusblack
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RECAP OF WINNERS
TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
Buller Hell Vs Lunch Time
WINNER(S): Lunch Time
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SINGLES MATCH
Allen Anderson Vs Mercenary
WINNER(S): Allen Anderson
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THREE WAY DANCE / SINGLE ELIMINATION
Chris Maverick (N/S) Vs Matt Angel Vs Jason Rayne
WINNER(S): No Contest
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SINGLES MATCH
Wes Walker Vs Candy
WINNER(S): Candy
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Candy
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Wes Walker Vs Candy
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