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EWC Presents: YOUNGBLOOD Oct 28, 2019 23:53:31 GMT -6 President Mac, Kyle Gautier, and 5 more like this

Post by FN'R on Oct 28, 2019 23:53:31 GMT -6

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

YOUNGBLOOD

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Airing LIVE! on EWC NETWORK, DISH, Verizon FIOS TV, & XFINITY

LIVE! from the Mercedes-Benz Superdome in New Orleans, Louisiana

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YOUNGBLOOD
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Cid Sydney & Sandra Amsler
Announcer: Nina Dobrev
Senior Referee: Toyo Yasahiro
Referees: John Dean & Niklaus Forbes

"BLOOD" by Breaking Benjamin begins to blast throughout the Mercedes-Benz Superdome in New Orleans, Louisiana!

Video footage detailing historic events over the EWC's Twenty One 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, Candy, Dominic Sanders and then Cyrus Black all with the EWC Championship.

This is followed by highlights of showcasing current EWC Champions:

Cyrus Black
Ace King
Stephanie Matsuda
Stitches
Jordan Sharpe
Kyle Gautier
Faith Rivers
America's Most Hated (Melody Malone & Iggy Swango)

The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in New Orleans 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.

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Fireworks emit outside the building and then all around the ring while a fog machine covers the arena in a 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, Cid Sydney & Sandra Amsler.

Aiello: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to YOUNGBLOOD! We are live in front of a sold out crowd here in New Orleans, ready to watch the up and comers of EWC face off in the Mercedes-Benz Superdome!

Sydney: You say up and comer like we don't have a ten-plus year veteran on the lineup, Joe! Scorpio may be a rookie in the eyes of the EWC, but he's going to show Melody Malone just why they call him the Baddest Bitch on the Planet!

Amsler: Why do you insist on being such a pest, Sydney?

Sydney: Baby, I was born this way!

Aiello: Alright you two, keep it together! We've got a lot of talented performers here in what is sure to be an exciting night. We are well on our way down the road to WrestleFest, and after the big announcement earlier this week, the men and women gracing the ring tonight are gonna give it their all to prove they belong on the marquee of the exciting weekend to come in December!

Amsler: That's right Joe, kicking off the night is a showcase of FSW as Jason Rayne and Allen Anderson square off in--

Sydney: Eh eh, I'll take it from here. First off we have Jason Rayne ready to paint the canvas with Allen Anderson, regardless of what stipulation the so-called Spinning Wheel of Destiny chooses for them. I don't care if it's a submission match, a bull rope match, or a Kennel from Hell match, Rayne is going to make sure everyone knows just how much of a nonfactor Allen Anderson is in the grand scheme of things!

Aiello: I'm not sure about that, but I do expect it'll be a tough contest between those two! On the topic of showcases, we have a couple that are specifically interbrand affairs, starting off with Preston Drake of Rampage taking on FSW's Dalilah Ashe! Later on we'll see FSW and PRIME collide, as Matt Angel faces Vanita Thompson!

Sydney: Well since you're gonna chat up the other FSW-centric matches and cut the legs out from under me Joe, I'll talk about the other grudge matches that we're looking at tonight! In addition to Scorpio taking on Melody Malone in a No DQ Match, we've got Samuel McPherson and Tanja Devereaux squaring off and my man Darius looking to brutalize Samantha Hamilton in a Blood Bath Match! Oh yes, there will be blood...and how fitting here at YOUNGBLOOD!

Amsler: That's disgusting!

Sydney: Hey, this business is a disgusting one.

Amsler: I'm thankful that the rest of what we've got in store won't necessarily come to the point of literal blood...case in point, Blue Phoenix collides in what many are billing a friendly contest between the team of Phoenix Winterborn and Stephanie Matsuda, whereas we've got two matches with major implications for title contendership! We have four teams representing the brands of the EWC in Tag Team Turmoil, with the winners earning a shot at the Tag Team Championship, and a Fatal Four-Way Match for a Golden Ticket and a future title shot on the winner's brand. Plenty of opportunities to shine tonight, and not just for the sake of bragging rights!

Aiello: And it all comes down to our main event, the one and only title match of the evening as Cyrus Black finally defends his International Championship in a Triple Threat Match that has been brewing for months. Gabrielle Visconty returned from injury, ready to make good on a title shot against Cyrus...only to watch it slip through her fingers. Since then, she's slowly built up a case for another title shot, but with Cyrus wrapped up in other business the International Championship was seemingly put into the shadows. Well folks, I'm happy to say that it's been brought to the forefront here tonight, and with Iggy Swango already earning a title shot of her own defeating Ryoichi Nashimura at Night of Champions, the stage is set for an exciting contest that sees these situations at a crossroads! Can the double champion Cyrus successfully retain the title against two very game opponents, or will we see a new International Champion crowned at the Superdome? There's only one way to find out, and we're excited to have you witness this night with us here at YOUNGBLOOD!

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The camera cuts to a backstage area in the arena, where a big spinning wheel has been set up. The wheel has been divided into eight equally sized zones, with each zone labelled with the name of a hardcore-style match. Standing near the wheel is General Manager Chris Brock and Lisa Goldrush, as well as Allen Anderson and Jason Rayne, who are standing on opposite sides of a card table.

Goldrush: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to FSW Youngblood. This is Lisa Goldrush here, along with General Manager Chris Brock, Allen Anderson, and Jason Rayne. In just moments, these two wrestlers will be participating in what is being called ‘Spin the Wheel, Make the Deal’. As I understand it, they both first must sign their names on an official ‘Wheel Match’ contract, before spinning the wheel. Chris Brock is here to officially sanction the contract signing and wheel spinning, as well as to explain how the contract signing and wheel spinning works to both the wrestlers and the audience. So without further ado, here is Chris Brock. Chris?

Brock:That's correct Lisa. We have this wheel behind us and in a few moments I am going to ask you to spin it. Whatever stipulation that it lands one, these two individuals will then immediately go out to the ring and compete in that match type. Both Jason and Allen here have submitted to me privately what their preferred stipulations would be and I have put them on the wheel behind us. First though, I want to present both of you with your contract to sign. These contracts include a liability waiver so that when you're done beating the piss out of each other you can't sue EWC for the damage you have taken because of your opponent.

Goldrush: Thank you, Chris. Before the contract signing, does anybody have any questions or comments in regards to this situation?

Rayne: Everything I have to say, I’ve already said before. That is, that I have total confidence that I can beat Allen at any and every match ever devised. Just give me the contract.

Chris Brock hands Jason the match contract and a pen, and Jason wastes no time signing. Jason then slides the match contract and pen over to Allen’s side of the table.

Goldrush: What about you, Allen? Anything to add, before you sign the contract?

Anderson:Where’s Sandar? What have you done with her Jason? Everyone saw what you did to her! Where is she?

Rayne just laughs.

Rayne: Wouldn’t you like to know. Relax, she will be fine. After all, this isn’t her first rodeo, now is it, Allen? She’s been through a very similar experience in the past, as I understand it. You wouldn’t know anything about that, now would you, Allen? You can have Sandra back after you’ve signed the contract, and I’ve laid you out inside the ring, like yesterday’s laundry.

Allen signs the contract, and hands it to Chris Brock.

Goldrush: Both wrestlers have signed the match contract, and we are now all set to spin the wheel behind us. Which one of you gentlemen will be doing the honor?

Rayne: It really doesn’t matter what match it lands on; they’re all a foregone conclusion as far as I am concerned. You go ahead and spin the wheel, Allen; it’s going to be your funeral.

Allen steps up to the wheel and gives it a spin. Seven seconds later, the wheel comes to a stop, landing on "Ironman Match" Both men grin as Allen Anderson starts to nod his head, obviously feeling confident in his abilities in this match. Chris Brock asks for the microphone back from Lisa Goldrush.

Brock: The wheel has landed on Ironman match gentlemen...But I don't think that's good enough.

All three of them look at Brock with a puzzling expression.

Brock: You two have been at each other for weeks now. A simple Ironman match isn't enough to make sure this is settled once and for all. This is Youngblood, dammit, and I'm not about to let you two go out there and simply wrestle... So I am going to alter this stipulation just a bit... 30 minute Ironman match...falls count anywhere and no disqualifications....You two are going to compete in an X-Division Ironman match!!!

The crowd can be heard popping loudly in the arena as Anderson and Rayne stare each other down.

Brock: Now get out there and fight! You're up first.

Brock walks away as we fade to...

Spin The Wheel Make the Deal!
30-Minute X-Division Ironman Match

Allen Anderson

VS Jason Rayne

We return to ringside where it’s time for the opening contest of the YOUNGBLOOD PPV where we will see Jason Rayne going against Allen Anderson in a battle of FSW talents.

Aiello: Welcome, to Youngblood and we can’t wait to get things started for all of the people in attendance tonight and the millions watching at home. We will see what stipulation the wheel has put in place for Jason and Allen here tonight.

Sydney: No matter the stipulation I have my bets on Jason Rayne that guy is an assassin of the cerebral variety can’t bet against that.

Amsler: Rayne is a Cerebral ass-in an I think despite him being too cocky for his own good and his recent record we might see Allen Anderson come into his own here tonight and maybe get a big win in his first ever PPV contest.

Dobrev: The following match is an X-Division Ironman match with No Disqualification and Falls Count Anywhere. Joining us first, from Miami, Florida weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds ... JASON RAYNE!

Snake Bit (Heel Version)’ by Jim Johnston plays, and the crowd begins to boo as Jason Rayne comes through the entrance. Jason stops for a few seconds to bask in the jeers from the crowd, letting a cold smirk come across his face. Jason then makes his way methodically to the ring. Jason lifts the top rope slightly and nonchalantly ducks under it and steps into the ring. Jason proceeds to casually remove his leather jacket and shades, handing them to the referee, who removes them from the ring.

Dobrev: And his opponent, from Harlem, New York weighing in at two hundred and five pounds ... ALLEN ANDERSON!

“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 alone tonight and enters with a cocky grin on his face before taking off the hoodie and climbing the top turnbuckle posing for the crowd. Allen stares at the audience with a smile before giving his hoodie to a person at ringside. He, then gets down off the turnbuckle looking at Jason Rayne

Aiello: Two Men. Only one can be the Ironman tonight let’s see who it will be.

DING DING DING

Jason Rayne is at ring side as he doesn’t want to start things off with Allen right away but then gets a Spaceman Somersault PLANCHA for his troubles as the crowd are getting into this match within the first seconds. Allen Anderson then goes after Jason Rayne with a lot of punches and elbows before throwing him into the ring. As, Anderson then runs off the ropes to try to nail Rayne again he counters him with SNAKE EYES. Anderson’s neck snaps against the ropes and Rayne starts laying into him with his fists, he then grabs him by the head and flings him to the outside. He drops down to the outside looking under the ring for everything including the kitchen sink bringing out a staple gun.

He then stalks Anderson, stapling him in the back and laughing about it. The toughness in Anderson though allows him to kick Rayne between his legs, grabs the Staple Gun and then staples him right in his special place. The crowd are telling Anderson he’s a Sick you know what but it’s endearing more so as disrespectful as Anderson throws Rayne back into the squared circle. He, then brandishes a Steel Chair that he uses to bounce off The Viper’s skull. Anderson starts telling him to get up looking for something but Rayne clips him in the knee and hoists him up into a Saito Suplex.

As Anderson fails after the move, Rayne laughs and curses the crowd again going outside to get another weapon but as he goes to check Allen recovers. Unbeknownst to The Viper as we see someone from the crowd throw in a barrel of some kind which Allen picks up smiling then heads up top. As, Jason Rayne pulls out what appears to be a box of Legos he gets a barrel to the face in the form of WEARY BLUES! The barrel implodes onto Rayne as Allen is holding onto his back feeling some of it as well.

Aiello: I’m guessing Jason Rayne was trying to get in touch with his inner childhood but didn’t expect a Barrel to the face.

Sydney: I don’t think this much violence should be the start of the night it’s unfair for Jason Rayne but I’m liking what I’m seeing so far.

Amsler: I think if wrestling doesn’t work out for him maybe Rayne can have a career as the Barrel of the ball.

We see the debris on top of Jason Rayne shift as he gets up, his body sweating and a bright reddish complexion. He then goes to pick up Anderson, but he’s not in front of him and turns around to a hellacious chair shot that forms a deep gash apparently as Rayne is a bloody mess within seconds. Anderson ignores the box of Legos to the dismay of the crowd who then start chanting for Legos going under the ring and then comes out with a barbed wire board. As Jason Rayne recovers, he gets a face full of the barbed wire board from an incoming Allen Anderson. Anderson then picks up Rayne puts him on the inside where he goes to the corner.

As he does this motion, Anderson follows him sandwiching him the barbed wire board. While he is on the ground, Anderson then follows up jumping on him with barbed wire board then taking throwing it the outside. The crowd are thoroughly into the carnage of this match and despite the gruesome punishment cannot look away. Anderson picks Rayne who shows him between the ropes again trying to take him the outside.

Rayne rushes toward him but gets a kick in the gut as Anderson tries to comeback but as he goes for a rope assisted move, he gets pushed to the outside of the ring. Allen Anderson’s body crashes against the announce table and now is on the outside floor. An Allen’s dead chant breaks out as he looks to be knocked out of it, and Jason Rayne goes to take advantage of it. As he reaches Allen, he springs to life rolling him up as the referee kneels counting the three count. Rayne is surprised and Anderson starts bowing as he’s up 1 to zero in this Ironman match.

Aiello: Well, Allen Anderson playing possum has got him on the board here tonight.

Sydney: I hate to admit it but Jason Rayne got out dirtied in that instance falling for Anderson feigning serous injury which while I don’t care for rules the injuries are serious business. Can’t fake something like that in this dangerous match.

Amsler: Look who finally has some moral compass, I don’t think Allen was as hurt but he certainly in feeling the effects he is running on adrenaline I’m sure of it.

Jason Rayne and Allen Anderson begin trading blows as Rayne knees him in the ribs before then hoisting him up with a VIPER’s FANGS which he puts him down with across the box of Legos. The crowd again erupts to that vicious assault as Anderson is holding his back and is looking up to the crowd grimacing and cursing to himself. Rayne then picks up the box of Legos and throws them in the ring. After doing so he goes to look under the ring for a weapon when he gets a tap on the shoulder and it’s Anderson who throws baby powder into his face.

A BABY RAYNE chant starts up as Anderson starts going after Jason who is now temporarily blinded from the baby powder. He makes him eat rights and left jabs as well as hooks as he gets him into the ring finally. Rayne stirs again still blinded but he avoids a kick only to get one behind the air taking him down to a knee. Anderson shoots off the ropes toward him but Rayne even without seeing goes for another SNAKE EYES. Anderson with his wicked athleticism slips out of it and on the ropes pushes Rayne backward before going for a rope assist Lion Sault onto a standing Jason Rayne. Though, Rayne is ready though still blinded nails him with the VIPER’s STRIKE…

Thinking he has his first fall in this match we have Anderson roll to the outside showing some form of ring awareness despite not having an edge over his rival. Rayne throws the Lego box out of the ring, so it hits Allen, he then goes outside the ring and starts beating into with a couple rights and lefts. Rayne then goes over to the adjacent announce table by where our commentators are dismantling it. He, then eyes Anderson as he takes out the monitor going to hit him in the head with it, but he ducks and throws Legos into his face. Allen tries to put Rayne on the announce table and when he finally does, he gets a thumb in the eyes and a VIPER’s FANG Through it for his troubles. The announcer’s table collapses from the force as Rayne drapes his arm across Anderson’s chest for a three count.

Aiello: Rayne has now tied with Allen Anderson and we are at the final stages of this match we now have just a little under 14 minutes left.

Sydney: When, time isn’t on your side you become like a caged animal and more cerebral than you think you ever realized you could ever be and I think with that in mind I expect Rayne to come out on top.

Amsler: Course you do never giving Allen any sort of credit especially since he was in the driver’s seat until just now.

Rayne picks up Anderson who’s out of it and then goes under the ring with him dangling from his grasp. He, then pulls out a kendo stick and then another one he hands one to Allen Anderson who is now awake, He, then pushes him near the undestroyed commentary desk where they look on with the rest of the crowd and he stands posing like they’ll duel with kendo sticks. Allen obliges before getting into a nonchalant pose and they begin to fight like it’s the middle ages with the sticks as Rayne blocks a shot when they fight by the ring steps goes to hit but Anderson hops up on the steps.

He swings again but Anderson moves then backflips behind Jason Rayne tapping him on the head again with the same nonchalant pose. Rayne quickly tosses his stick down and folds Allen inside out with a clothesline from hell as the kendo stick, he was holding flips up and ends up in the ring. Jason having enough throws Anderson back first against the steel ring post. He does this a total of six times before then throwing him back first against the ring steps.

A sort of methodical type of pacing to wear Anderson down to affect his strength as well as his speed in this contest. The Viper looks again under the ring to brandish a barbed wire baseball bat which he uses to rake across Anderson’s face. Leaving him a bloody mess, the crowd watch in horror as Anderson screams as Rayne is cutting into his flesh. Jason Rayne is just shouting a bunch of obscenities to him now as well before rolling him into the ring and joining him.

Aiello: Both men are a bloody mess and with still at least seven minutes left.

Sydney: Thing is time isn’t on neither of their sides so if Rayne wants a win and not a draw he needs to do more than bust him open. He needs to pin or submit him.

Amsler: Hopefully Anderson can beat this Mother Father without suffering a major injury to him or by straining himself too much.

Jason Rayne drags a bloodied and bruised Allen Anderson to the middle of the ring. Allen is barely conscious and unable to get up, smiling at him Jason exits the ring and grabs a wooden table along with oil and lighter from the bottom of the ring. Jason brings the items inside the ring and sets up the table. Allen attempts to get up but Jason stomps him on the throat blood comes out of Allen's mouth as he struggles to breathe. Jason then spills oil onto the table and uses the lighter to set the table on fire. Jason grabs Allen by the scruff of his neck dragging the young man closer to the flaming table.

Unbeknownst to Jason however, a crying and terrified Sandra Verna stumbles from backstage nearly tripping on her heels. Sandra slowly enters the ring crying and afraid of Jason while Jason is busy setting Allen up for a power bomb. Sandra kneels down and gives Jason a low blow causing him to bend over in pain. Sandra squeaks and cowers over to the corner of the ring while Allen takes advantage by power bombing Jason through the flaming table!

The crowd cheers loudly for this chanting: "ECDub! ECDub! ECDub!" While Sandra stumbles back in shock and accidentally trips on her heels causing her to slump against the turnbuckles. She watches Allen roaring in front of the cheering crowd taking in their energy and then taking the burnt Jason Rayne and locking him in the Sweet Spot (Yes-Lock) Jason screams in agony for a good 15 seconds before tapping out. The time then elapses as this match is now over.

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via submission and a win ratio of two to one ALLEN ANDERSON!

The battered and bloodied Allen struggles to get up dragging himself towards the ring ropes ahead of him and using them to prop himself up. He witnesses the elated crowd going into a frenzy and chanting his name: "ALLEN! ALLEN! ALLEN! ALLEN!" As he leaned against the ropes taking in the cheers, tears began to well up in Allen's eyes. He smiles a bit lost in thought as Sandra slowly approaches Allen taking his bloodied hands into hers. She gets on tippy toes and kisses him on the cheek thanking the young man for saving her. Sandra raises Allen's arm as the crowd continues cheering for the young man.

Rayne: Wait just a minute, hotshot! You may have won this battle, but this war isn't over; not by any stretch of the imagination. Mark my words, we'll be seeing each other face to face again, sooner rather than later. You can better your career on that. This isn't over.

Sandra's face became pale white and she begins to cling onto Allen's arm while Jason is speaking. Allen furrowed his eyebrows gently pulling Sandra close to him but did not say anything to Jason. As soon as Jason finished speaking, Allen escorted Sandra out of the ring while he left as well leaving Jason alone.

Aiello: Allen Anderson did it he overcame the odds here tonight and despite this being far from over he has a realm of possibilities he can go from.

Sydney: Jason Rayne didn’t know he was in a handicap match and it cost him tonight which isn’t fair if I say so myself.

Amsler: Anderson somehow and someway pulled through in this encounter of blood, sweat and tears.

Aiello: A great encounter between these two, for sure. Up next, we have a showcase featuring Rampage and FSW as Preston Drake takes on Dalilah Ashe!

Camera cuts to ...

Goldrush: Hello fans, I am Lisa Goldrush and with me now is FSW Superstar: The Mercenary. Mercenary, you are not on the card here tonight so might I assume you are here to cheer on Dalilah, who will be taking on Preston Drake in an FSW VS Rampage showcase later tonight.

Mercenary offers Lisa a raised eyebrow and sideways glance before speaking.

Mercenary: Yeah. I think that might be a pretty safe bet. I'm here to watch Dalilah show people what she can do all on her own. I would wish her luck, but counting on luck is for people who don't have the ability to win without it and Dalilah is not one of those people. And as for Preston Drake; Son, you're booked against The Mistress of Misfortune tonight, and that is ill luck enough for any man, so you had best not make it worse and keep MY NAME out of your mouth. I happen to be proud to be a part of the FSW roster and I'm far from finished with my business on that brand. I mind my own business, just like you should be minding yours. You just need to be careful not to get burned by that fire that you stepped so eagerly into. You might just get burned up before that big vision of yourself begins to make sense to anyone other than you.

This gets a mixed reaction, leaning toward approval from the crowd as Mercenary continues.

Mercenary: But I suppose I can cut you a bit of a break. I mean I can get it, my old man was a d*ck too. I've been around in this business. I've heard of Hampton Drake. Let me just say that, from what I've seen recently, he lives up to his reputation as an assh*le and a bully. I am here merely as an observer. I'm just another fan. I'm here to watch Dalilah shine. I have no intention of getting involved in this match. But if I even get a whiff of Hampton Drake's bitter breath and whiskey stink anywhere near that ring tonight I'll be more than happy to show him that I do understand pain and suffering, or more specifically how to inflict it. Because I don't give a rat's ass about Preston Drake or his family, but this match is between Dalilah and Hampton's baby boy. That miserable old man has nothing to do with it, and I'll be happy to make sure that it stays that way.

Mercenary scowls at the camera and stalks out of frame.

Goldrush: That's all for now. I'm Lisa Goldrush and back to you for the next match.

Rampage VS FSW Showcase
Singles Match

"The Millennial One" Preston Drake

VS Dalilah Ashe

We return to ringside where our lovely commentators are discussing the second match of the evening in cross brand affair as Preston Drake will face off against Dalilah Ashe.

Aiello: Tonight, has started with a bang and it will continue when Preston Drake of Rampage takes on Future Stars of Wrestling’s own Dalilah Ashe.

Sydney: As, someone more familiar with her than Preston and even you two she’s a wildcard, a diabolical factor and if Preston is coming in hurt then she’ll exploit it.

Amsler: Well, if his dumb deranged daddy didn’t shitake the bed by attacking him then we would be in a different scenario all together.

Dobrev: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Joining us first, he’s an Anchorage, Alaska native, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds ... ”THE MILLENNIAL ONE” PRESTON DR-AKE!

It’s Too Late by 7 Year Bitch erupts in the arena as Preston Drake comes out with a bandaged right arm. He grimaces a bit as he is not being accompanied by his wife for her protection as he cautiously looks around while he makes his way to the ring. He smiles a bit to the cheers but is fighting back the grimacing of a very fresh injury.

Dobrev: And now, coming to you from your darkest dreams and most shameful hidden fantasies, she is your Sweetest Sin. The Deadly Desire. The Queen of Sorrow. The Last Temptation...DALILAH ASHE!

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

Once ringside, she climbs catlike up onto the apron, stretching her long leg up to rest on the top rope as she begins to grind and thrust lewdly as she smirks and laughs at the shock and shame on the faces of the crowd. She looms over the audience like some ancient goddess of lust and death. She smiles down at them, slowly wetting her painted lips with the tip of her tongue and blowing suggestive kisses before throwing her head back to wail and cackle at their response.

Her war dance done she slides sensually between the ropes wearing an evil expression to stare down her opponent with a look of contempt and nothing but bad intentions.

Aiello: Dalilah Ashe is staring a hole into Preston Drake as she is ready for action.

DING DING DING

Preston Drake and Dalilah Ashe lock up in the center of the ring as Dalilah appears to be winning but Preston flips her over his head. She, eyes him in frustration before wanting to go again this time getting him to bend down. He doesn’t budge from the bridging position, so she stands on his stomach to no avail as the crowd is in awe of Preston’s strong core muscles. Dalilah then starts to stomp up and down but still nothing and then she goes back to her feet. Dalilah rushes toward Preston and gets an arm drag but she lands on her feet. She then goes in for a running heads scissors except Preston lands upon his feet after that exchange as well.

He bows while smirking and Dalilah nails hard shots upon his face screaming to the crowd as she feels like he’s trying to get her to break down. Drake eyes her as he continues to slap him around, he then catches her arm and the other one throwing her back into the turnbuckle. He, then sees her crawl from the turnbuckle as he is blindsided, she nails a double stomp to his shoulder blades. Preston whose right arm is in pain immediately goes to the ground and is in the corner against the turnbuckle trying to get a breather. Dalilah Ashe looks at him before doing her war dance and from the adjacent corner nails a handspring back elbow attack.

She grips Drake by the injured arm and starts to attack it before dropping Preston into The Crucifixion which only gets a two count. Dalilah Ashe just snarls at the ref while Preston kips up with his right arm against his body and then a middle finger on his left. She, yells rushing toward him and he rolls away from her with exact precision. Preston Drake is now standing looking at his opponent raising one arm in the ear smiling as the crowd is behind him very much now.

Aiello: Dalilah has to get into her game plan by being the aggressor but it’s also not going to help with Drake being able to adapt under pressure.

Sydney: Preston isn’t doing much but trying to stay alive as before this match he had more feeling in his arm and now he’s covering it up cause he knows it’s a target.

Amsler: I mean while he’s hurt and Dalilah is on the attack you should know that Preston Drake isn’t nothing to feck with.

Preston sees Dalilah charge again gingerly rolling towards all four corners and then hops out of the ring where she follows and grips him by the hair. Preston stomps on her right foot before throwing her back first against the barricade he then goes into the ring and gets the crowd behind him again nailing a One-Armed SUICIDE DIVE!! Dalilah is stirring and Preston is chatting up with a fan before entering the ring. He then lets himself sit in a crisscross apple sauce like position as Dalilah then goes into the ring, she looks at him. But, decides not to fall for the attack going towards him with a running forward front kick and Preston grabs it flipping her upward.

Dalilah somehow lands like a ninja and starts again wailing on Preston Drake with several punches and then hits a half snap suplex upon him in the center of the squared circle. As Preston gets up she is thinking a T-Bone type suplex now, but Preston elbows her in the gape of the neck with his good arm. She releases, and Preston Drake drop toe holds her into the mat before then jumping over her and tries a second time, but she trips him.

Preston falls flatly onto his injured arm and she goes after it stomping at it. He is shouting in pain as she then snaps it backward and he rolls out of the ring grimacing and Dalilah Ashe is heard cackling. She reaches between the middle ropes trying to grab at Preston but gets kicked in the face stumbling back. Preston rolls into the ring and goes after her but gets caught in the middle rope where Dalilah Ashe just drops him down face first.

Aiello: Dalilah has to stay on Preston if she wants a chance at victory, as he is always thinking of how to get a reaction and use that to then gain an advantage.

Sydney: Exactly but this is wrestling... this isn’t chess, and Dalilah needs to put the hurt on this guy and she needs to do it fast.

Amsler: Chess requires thinking, and having a mind in the ring isn’t such a bad thing it’s called psychology.

Dalilah now seems to be getting a semblance of the upper hand now as she continues to stomp on the body of Preston Drake who up until this point was getting into her head. Dalilah gets him up and thinks it’s time to go for The Last Caress thinking it will work but Drake kisses her. He turned instead of his cheek kissing Dalilah who then immediately throws him outside the ring, and she follows clawing his back as he starts to grimace in pain. The remnants of the other table are visible and so is the television monitor. She guides Preston Drake to it putting his arm draping against it his injured arm and tries to stomp it.

He moves it and bum rushes her with his good arm against the barricade opposite the destroyed table to then start chopping at chest. Drake misses a chop and Dalilah takes his legs out from under him then she quickly breaks up the count before nailing a knee into Drake’s midsection. She keeps on calling him the Millennial man as she is going after him rapidly and of course viciously. She tries to hit a Jumping piledriver into the table debris, but Drake uses his strength rolling forward onto her. Now on his feet Preston runs around the ring and then uses all the momentum to dropkick her through the BARRICADE!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

The crowd erupts as Dalilah somehow is the first to get up as Preston tries to stand. She, then knees him in the back tossing him into the ring so they don’t get counted out. Dalilah Ash then looks coldly at Preston Drake at Preston Drake locking in the Mandible Claw, which is the first step of the Memento Mori, but she only is getting some of it. Preston is flailing himself upward and she’s still having it locked in while Preston Drake’s legs grab her midsection. They, then go to the ground and Preston using his leg muscles wraps his legs around Dalilah Ashe’s head while she still has the mandible claw locked in.

Aiello: You can see the strength on display as Preston Drake is using his leg muscles to counteract the Memento Mori and while the Claw is still in he’s cutting off Dalilah Ashe’s breathing at the same time as well.

Sydney: All, Dalilah has to do is keep the hold in I am sure Drake is running out of air before she does after all she’s a fricking Vampire.

Amsler: I know she certainly looks like one but I don’t think she is and she is beatable all Preston has to do is wrestle his match.

After a stalemate in this position while Preston is fading a bit, the referee tells them to release the holds like a psychical contest that it is. These two competitors then stand back up as Drake stands like he’s charging up his left arm while Dalilah goes in and receives a straight palm strike for the first time in the match up. She,then goes in with an elbow, but Drake goes matrix bending back but gets elbowed in the back of his head when he tries to get back up. Dalilah then now tries to Irish whip him into the corner but gets turned around and goes in instead.

Preston instead of going to follow through with anything folds himself up into some sort of ball. Dalilah appears to not know what is up with this type of situation deciding to roll Preston in this position around the ring. He is still in the position Drake not flinching from it. Dalilah then tries to kick him from this predicament although that doesn’t seem to be working as well before Preston’s hand shoots out of the ball position. Dalilah stares at it and then goes over to grab it before getting arm dragged. Preston then rolls out of the ball and then sees an opening as the crowd is up on their feet at this display of technical wrestling, he begins to bow to everyone.

Aiello: Preston Drake just has a way about him that ensures him that he can at least be competitive despite limitations.

Sydney: I think Dalilah just has to wipe that smirk off his face and it starts by going for his arm.

Amsler: Despite his target here tonight, and depending the severity of it on other nights, we see Preston Drake taking it in stride and putting his all in this match.

Dalilah charges at Drake and they’re tied up in the ropes, but Preston uses this to advantage trying to bounce off them. But Ashe bumps the referee into the ropes slightly that hangs Drake on the top of rope. Dalilah goes for a Sister Abigail, but Preston Drake kindly slips out before hitting Dalilah across the chest with some very stiff kicks. He goes for one more but Dalilah grips him and pulls him into an Octopus Hold, Drake struggling to get out of this position before using his body weight upon her to appear as a pin.

But Dalilah gets out of it before then going for the Mandible Claw again which is in, but he tries to lift him into a chokeslam though Preston Drake blocks it sliding backward a bit to get of it. As, Dalilah is sort of out of Preston Drake runs the ropes and then meets the Last Temptation in the center of the ring with a #FACEKILLER his knees nails her in the face. As, she in down against the canvas recovering he jumps off the ropes in a springboard maneuver that ends into a submission he calls this PROJECT DRAKE locking this in. But Dalilah looks like she will get out of it which leads to Drake flipping it into a crucifix pin for the victory.

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pin fall PRESTON DRAKE!

Preston Drake gingerly exits the ring as Dalilah pops back screaming at him as he has survived tonight despite the best efforts of his father Hampton Drake. He was in fact still standing.

Aiello: Preston Drake thinking mid move to pick up a victory tonight.

Sydney: Dalilah tried her damndest here but just couldn’t pull it out and I hate that for her.

Amsler: Preston, just was a little quicker in his methods and has secured a win over all odds.

Aiello: Well folks, we go from a showcase of brands to a friendly competition between tag partners. Up next, Phoenix Winterborn takes on Stephanie Matsuda in what is sure to be a clinic of a match!

Camera cuts to ...

We cut to the back where we see the catering area. Tater, from Lunch Time, is sitting there eating a baked potato with chives and sour cream. Meat is over next to the wall and he has his face pressed up against the wall. Ace Heart sees this and walks up to Meat. He clears his throat, but Meat doesn’t hear him.

Meat: Oh yeah! Yes ma’am - - - take it all off you dirty girl!

Heart: Um, ex - - - excuse me!

Meat, startled, pops away from the wall. We see a small one inch in diameter peep hole in the wall. Ace Heart sees this and becomes astonished.

Heart: How dare you, sir! That is extremely inappropriate.

Meat has a confused look on his face.

Meat: I don’t know what you mean by that, man.

Meat reaches down and grabs a rib off of a platter and bites into the meat as he walks away. Ace Heart, curious, bends over and peers through the peep hole. He is now looking into a kitchen where a female chef has just taken all of the side vegetables off of a plate with a steak on it.

Ace moves away from the wall.

Heart: Wait. He was enjoying watching this lady prepare a plate of food?

Ace looks around but notices Lunch Time is now gone.

Heart: What a strange duo.

We cut back to ringside.

Blue Phoenix Collides!
Singles Match (Non-Title)

Phoenix Winterborn

VS Stephanie "Cloud" Matsuda

Aiello: Let’s continue with the action! And now we have perhaps the most unique match of the night.... are you ready to watch Blue Phoenix collide? The X-Division champion Stephanie Matsuda and her tag team partner Phoenix Winterborn will clash right here, right now for our viewing pleasure!

Sydney: It’s definitely not pleasure for Matsuda or Winterborn. They both have other things on there mind right now. Winterborn is not happy with Iggy Swango, he clearly blames her for Blue Phoenix’s loss to America’s most hated on Rampage... but I don’t know why because he spilt Iggys cocktail! He deserved that glass in the face.

Amsler: I mean did Iggy really need to do that? As you can see Winterborn still has a slight scar on his forehead because of her actions! And don’t forget that Stephanie Matsuda surely must have her upcoming battle with Xavier Reid for the X-Divison title on her mind! This is not an ideal situation for either members of Blue Phoenix.. but for the natural viewer this is going to be a blast!

Dobrev: The following match is scheduled for one fall, Joining us first,From the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds, he is CHI-TOWN'S FIIIIINEST.... PHOENIX WINTTTTTERBORNNNN!

Pyros hit as the opening to "Robot Rock" by Daft Punk begins to play, as Phoenix steps out onto the stage, his head dipped down for the opening guitar riffs, and his hood pulled up on his head. Upon the high guitar, Phoenix stands straight up, throwing the hood back and revealing himself to the crowd to a round of cheers. Making his way down the ramp, his arms are outstretched as he walks backwards, taking in the moment before sliding face up into the ring to run of the opposite corner, and climb onto the second rope, slapping his chest to get the crowd fired up while his music slowly fades out.

Dobrev: And his opponent, Making her way to the ring..Being accompanied by Monica Vaughan.. From Brooklyn, NY! Weighing in at 132lbs... she is the EWC X-Division champion... ” The War Queen”... STEPHANIE MATSUDA!!!!

Rainy Days” by Boogie plays as Stephanie "Cloud" Matsuda walks out dressed in her signature black fitted cap and a bandanna around her face. She has the EWC X-Division Championship around her waist. Trailed by manager Monica Vaughan, Matsuda walks on stage and crouches low, getting ready for her match.
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, pulls down her bandanna, and holds up her title as she stares into the crowd. She then jumps down and gives her ref her belt as she prepares for her match.

DING DING DING

Matsuda and Winterborn share a fist bump before locking up. Winterborn uses his strength to take control of the match as he hooks Matsuda up and lifts her high in the air, he’s clearly looking for a suplex of some sorts but Matsuda is wriggling like mad to escape and she catches Winterborn with a knee to the face causing him to drop her as she lands on her feet behind him. Matsuda catches Wintborn in the back of the knee with a sharp kick causing him to fall to his knees. Matsuda elbows Winterborn twice in the back of the head to stun him before she turns and rushes off of the ring ropes. As Matsuda comes back at Winterborn he spins around and throws his fist catching her in the stomach with a punch just as she’s about to throw a kick at him.

Matsuda stumbles back holding her stomach as Winterborn gets to his feet and grabs a hold of Matsuda, he lifts her up and plants her back onto the mat with a Falcon Arrow. Winterborn makes the pin...
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Aiello: Phoenix Winterborn is in full control of this match at this point! He’s using his size to his advantage, and he’s got two near pinfalls already.

Amsler: Winterborn has to be careful, the longer the match goes on the more tired he will become and the one thing we know about Stephanie Matsuda is that she had an engine on her! She will not give up easily.

Winterborn again makes his way to the corner but Matsuda is back on her feet already unbeknownst to her Blue Phoenix tag team partner. As Winterborn get to the top turnbuckle Matsuda leaps onto the ring ropes and springboards towards Winterborn, hitting him with one of her moves Final Heaven! Winterborn wobbles for a moment before he falls backwards off of the turnbuckle and straight onto the hard floor on the outside! The fans are on there feet, some of them gasping and some of them cheering.

HOLY SH*T....

HOLY SH*T....

HOLY SH*T....

Amsler: Stephanie Matsuda just sent Phoenix Winterborn into an early retirement with that springboard forearm smash!

Aiello: More like an earlier grave! That was certainly uncomfortable to watch!! Did you hear Winterborns body crash onto the cold hard floor right here in front of us! He looks hurt.

As the referee checks on Winterborn on the outside, Matsuda leans against the ropes and looks towards Winterborn with genuine concern on her face.

Sydney: I’d say that’s no way to treat a tag team partner but I guess all is fair in love and war!!

Aiello: Lets be fair here, they don’t call her the war queen for nothing. She’s a warrior. Although she does look a bit worried for Phoenix Winterborns well being here.

Winterborn is back on his feet holding his head but he looks uneasy as he gets back into the ring. Matsuda is standing in the opposite corner and she nods her head at Winterborn, to which he gives her a thumbs up.

Matsuda comes at Winterborn and she catches him with multiple rapid kicks to the legs and side of the body. Matsuda then hits an STO on Winterborn, then as he lays on the mat Matsuda leaps onto the ring ropes and lands on Winterborn with a springboard moonsault. Matsuda goes for the pin...
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TH...Winterborn kicks out. Matsuda picks Winterborn up on his feet and grabs him from behind, as she tries to lift him he swings a wild elbow backward catching her in the jaw. Winterborn then catches Matsuda with his Reign of Fire, he then grabs a hold of her and hits his downward spiral move he calls Phoenix Down! Winterborn throws an arm over Matsuda for the pin...
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THRE... Matsuda kicks out!!! Winterborn rolls off of her and breaths heavily on the mat.

Amsler: Oh boy I thought Phoenix Winterborn had sneaked a victory there with that Phoenix down!

Aiello: Stephanie Matsuda is a tough as they come! Both of these competitors are giving it everything for these fans here tonight. What a match.

Winterborn gets back to his feet and he drags Matsuda up with him. Winterborn lifts Matsuda onto his shoulder but she suddenly hits an elbow to the top of his head causing Winterborn to drop Matsuda, as she falls to her feet and bounces off of the ring ropes, she pounces towards Winterborn and hits him with her super kick move she calls Yahtzee! Winterborn drops to floor but before Matsuda can make the pin his momentum takes him under the bottom rope and out of the ring.

Aiello: Matsuda came out of nowhere and she caught Winterborn with Yahtzee! But she can’t capitalize because Winterborn has rolled out of the ring! This is non-stop action here.

Winterborn is out cold on the outside as the ref begins to count....
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Matsuda leans over the ropes and watches Winterborn who is laying still on his back.
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The crowd count along and it looks as though Winterborn is going to be counted out.
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Before the ref can count to ten Matsuda slides out of that ring, breaking the count.

Sydney: WHAT is Matsuda doing? Why didn’t she let him get counted out? She had the match won! Winterborn wasn’t getting up! It was an easy victory for her.

Amsler: Exactly! An easy win! A cheap count out victory is not the way the war queen wants to win this one, and she’s got massive respect for her tag team partner! The fans seem to agree with her decision aswell.

The fans cheer Matsuda as she hoists Winterborn to his feet and rolls him into the ring before following. Matsuda leans down to pick Winterborn up when he suddenly reaches up and pulls Matsuda down into a small package pin!
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Sydney: See! That’s what Matsuda gets. She should’ve let Winterborn be counted out but no she has to play the honorable queen and it nearly cost her there!

Winterborn and Matsuda get to there feet at the same time but it’s Matsuda who reacts quicker and as Winterborn throws a backfist at her, she ducks underneath his arm and takes a few steps back. As Winterborn turns around Matsuda hits him with Yahtzee! again but before he falls to the mat Matsuda holds him up, spinning around to his back, she wraps her arms around his head and with all her strength she throws him backwards for her Blasian Suplex finisher. Matsuda pins Winterborn....
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DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall STEPHANIE MATSUDA!!!

Matsuda helps Winterborn to his feet. After a moment Winterborn raises Matsuda’s arm as the crowd cheer them both on. Just as they are about to exit the ring Iggy Swango comes out to the ramp, she holds up a glass of Piña colada up with a smile on her face as Winterborn stares her down.

Aiello: Well congratulations to Stephanie Matsuda on a hard fought victory and well done Phoenix Winterborn, great sportsmanship from him, but what Iggy Swango is doing coming out here I don’t know.

Sydney: I’ll tell you why, she’s getting into Winterborns head. He’s had a lot to say about her and she’s just repaying the favor.

Amsler: I can see those two colliding inside a rampage ring very soon!

Aiello: And don’t forget that on the next episode of Brawl it’s Stephanie Matsuda versus Xavier Reid in the main event as they fight it out of the X-Division championship, but now back to tonight and after the break we’ve got the animal Samuel McPherson going one on one with the Bayou witch herself Tanja Devereaux!!! Don’t go anywhere.

The titantron shows the image above. As the fire spreads the house begins to crumble, by the end all that is left is a pile of burning ash. No face can be seen but a voice can be heard as the entire arena goes black...

William Manson: What you see is fact...what you remember, interprtation. Remember the home, my broken home...but see for yourself the monster that that lives within...William Manson...is coming...

COMING SOON...

The Animal Takes on the Bayou Queen!
Singles Match

"The Animal" Samuel McPherson

VS Tanja Devereaux

Aiello: Now its time to watch six foot six animal take on a a bayou bad girl! And are you listening to this New Orleans crowd because they are one million percent behind the home town queen Tanja Devereaux!

Sydney: You really think Samuel McPherson gives a crap about who this crowd is supporting? The animal will destroy the bayou queen in front of her entire New Orleans family and he will enjoy it.

Amsler: I hate to agree in part with Cid. Samuel has already said he doesn’t buy into the whole witch stuff. He’s clearly confident given his size advantage but he shouldn’t underestimate Tanja Devereaux. She can throw down with the best of them, and she’s been consistently performing on rampage recently against the likes of Ace King, Scorpio and Samantha Hamilton.

Dobrev: The following match is scheduled for one fall... From Las Vegas, Nevada... weighing in at 280 pounds... he is The Animal... SAMUEL MCPHERSON!!!!

Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace plays over the sound system as a large man walks out from the curtain and stands on top of the ramp, looking around with Henry standing behind him before he walks very slowly to ringside as he steps on the apron and goes over the top rope with his feet and goes to a corner to rest himself up on, looking at his opponent with intensity before the match starts.

Dobrev: And his opponent.. Coming to the ring hailing from right here in NEW ORLEANS... ; she is the Cajun Queen... TANJA DEVEREAUX!!!!

Pyros hit as Videos of bustling crowds in various locations of New Orleans appear on the tron as "Daughters of Darkness" by Halestorm blasts on the P.A. system. Tanja comes out onto the top of the ramp in a style compared to Gail Kim during her early time in TNA before heading down the ramp with some of her black leather coat flows at her feet while loud cheers from the crowd fill the arena. She slaps hands with a few fans at ringside before she reaches the bottom of the ramp.

Tanja walk up towards the ring and enters via under the bottom rope and jumps onto the middle turnbuckle. She poses as she does her usual taunt with a hand and arm in the air as "Daughters of Darkness" continues to play. Tanja steps off the turnbuckle as she removes the leather coat and throws it into a random corner.

Aiello: Usually Tanja comes down to a mixed reaction but not tonight! They are cheering on their Bayou Queen loud and proud! Wait a minute here comes McPherson...!!!

Tanja Devereaux is looking out around the crowd, the bell hasn’t even rung yet when Samuel McPherson rushes at Devereaux and catches her from behind with a forearm smash to the back of the head.

DING DING DING

As the bell rings McPherson is already on top of Devereaux, leveling her with some hard lefts and rights to the face and body. Devereaux does her best to block his shots but McPhersons stiff shots are causing her damage.

Eventually the referee has to pull McPherson off of Devereaux as the crowd boo him loudly. McPherson pretends to back away from Devereaux as she rolls onto her stomach and tries to push herself to her feet but McPherson is back on her right away, grabbing a chunk of her hair and holding her head back as he clobbers into the side of it with his forearms. McPherson then hoists Devereaux up, spins her around and lifting her onto his shoulders he then slams her back onto the mat with a vicious looking powerbomb. McPherson pins Devereaux...
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Aiello: The animal looking to end this one early with a vicious assault before the bell had even rung!

Amsler: Samuel McPherson is definitely intent on winning this one at all costs! He will not think twice about hurting Tanja Devereaux badly if that’s what it takes.

Devereaux manages to grab a hold of the bottom ring ropes and pull herself out of the ring. Once outside she leans against the ring steps and tries to regain energy but McPherson isn’t wasting time and he climbs out of the ring and rushes towards Devereaux but she dives out of the way at the last second and McPherson runs his knee straight into the steel steps! McPherson holds his leg in pain and as he turns Devereaux catches him with a round house kick.

Amsler: Tanja Devereaux is now back in control of this match after expertly dodging McPhersons knee strike! The steels steps weren’t so lucky.

Devereaux rolls McPherson into the ring and as the Animal tries to get to his feet Devereaux plants him back on the mat with a reverse sto. Devereaux makes the pin...
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Aiello: Wow Tanja has that bridging triangle arm chokehold locked in! We don’t see her do this very often! She usually saves wheel of fortune for when she really needs to use it!

Amsler: This is Youngblood Joe and she’s in there with an animal! This is certainly the right occasion for the Bayou Queen to pull out all the stops.

Devereaux is applying as much pressure to the submission hold as she can and it seems like it’s working as McPherson appears to be fading. Then all of a sudden McPherson comes to life and incredibly stands to his feet with Devereaux still holding onto his arm and head.

McPherson gets upright and Devereaux is forced to break the submission. McPherson then suddenly grabs her by the throat lifts her high in the air and plants her on the mat with a chokeslam. McPherson makes the pin...
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Aiello: The strength of Samuel McPherson really is scary! The way he stood up with Devereaux hanging off of him was crazy and now he’s got that bear hug locked in. It could be all over for Tanja.

McPherson is holding onto Devereaux and squeezing the life out of her but Devereaux tries to fight back as she hits a couple of elbow shots to McPhersons head. This only makes him angry as he begins to thrash Devereauxs body from side to side still keeping the bearhug locked in. Devereaux looks like she’s starting to lose consciousness as the New Orleans crowd try and spur her on. The whole arena is on its feet chanting her name.

TANJA...

TANJA...

TANJA...

Amsler: Listen to the crowd! They are trying their hardest to urge Tanja on but I don’t know if it’s too late.

Sydney: The animal is about to make the bayou queen go for a little nap!

Devereaux’s body is starting to go limp as the ref gets ready to check her. As the ref raises Devereaux’s arm she suddenly comes to life to the roar of the crowd and she hits McPherson with rapid forearm shots to the head as he stumbles back slightly but still won’t let go of the bear hug. Devereaux is fighting for her life now as she wriggles and thrashes her body wildly, doing anything she can to throw McPherson off balance which he eventually does, falling back onto the ropes as he loosens his grip on Devereaux and she slips free.

Devereaux backs away from McPherson as she tries to compose herself. McPherson comes right back at her, launching himself forward for a spear but Devereaux dives out of the way and McPherson ends up spearing the referee who was right behind her.

Aiello: Oh my god the referee is out cold after being hit by that spear!!

McPherson stares at the referee for a moment before turning right into a tornado DDT by Devereaux. Devereaux picks McPherson up and hits her straight Jack neckbreaker move she calls Hoodoo, but she isn’t done as she again with all her strength lifts McPherson and hits her finisher Bourbon Street! Devereaux looks exhausted as she falls on top of McPherson for a pin and the crowd cheer loudly... but the referee is down so there’s no one to count!

Amsler: Tanja Devereaux has the win I think but it doesn’t matter because the referee is still down from the spear! Listen to this crowd cheer her on.

Devereaux gets to her feet and moves over to the referee to try and wake him up. In the meantime McPherson is incredibly starting to come around and pick himself back up, and his manager Henry is seen sliding a shiny mental object into the ring which McPherson grabs a hold of. As McPherson gets to his feet and Devereaux turns around McPherson throws a punch at her which connects with her jaw and knocks her clean out! The camera zooms in on McPhersons hand and he has a steel chain wrapped around it!
McPherson throws the chain out of the ring and as the referee finally gets back up, McPherson climbs over Devereaux for the pin...
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DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall THE ANIMAL SAMUEL MCPHERSON!!!

McPherson stands over Devereaux with his arms raised as the crowd boo and jeer him loudly.

Aiello: Samuel McPherson got the win he was after but he did it in controversial fashion! He used a steel chain to knock Tanja Devereaux out.

Sydney: I admire this man Samuel McPherson! And he did say he would do anything to win the match and that’s what he’s done. Can’t argue with that.

Amsler: I’m sure Tanja Devereaux will argue with that! Especially seen as she had the match won, if it wasn’t for the referee being knocked out.

Aiello: This crowd sound like they are ready to start a riot after that match. We better go to commercial but when we come back it’s tag team turmoil time!

Aiello: Alright, folks, we’ve now got a huge tag team turmoil match. And this is for an even bigger opportunity. A shot at the tag team championships currently held by America’s Most Hated.

Sydney: Sorry to interrupt your rambling, Joe but being told by the voices in our head to maybe have a peak at the luxury suites here in the arena.

Amsler: Well, would you look at that?

Up top, it’s none other than NSFW. Bishop Church and Mike McGuire stepped into view from their suite, just at the railing. Both in matching grey suits and aviator sunglasses. Hanging from the lip of Mike is a big fat cigar, which they puff on a bit before casually lowering it. John has a newspaper folded under his arm. The crowd here at Youngblood gives them a favorable reaction. There is a flicker of a smirk but that quickly disappears as Mike nonchalantly drops ashes from the cigar to the carpet below. John remains stoic.

Aiello: Guess they’re here to see the competition. Fair enough.

Interbrand Insanity: Tag Team Turmoil
Tag Team Gauntlet Match (Winners become #1 Contenders to the Tag Team Championship)

Bullet Hell
VS Lunch Time
VS S.T.

VS The Rising Tide (JFS & Stalker)

Aiello: As I was saying...Next up we’ve got a huge match-up! We’ve got a four-team gauntlet match! The winners who survive the gauntlet will become the number one contenders for the EWC Tag Team Championships!

Amsler: And every brand is represented. Bullet Hell comes to us from Monday Night Brawl. The Shieldmaidens, also known in this case as S.T., are on Friday Night Rampage. Lunch Time has made their home on Future Stars. And Prime brings to you tonight a brand new team, The Rising Tide, made up of the Stalker and the Indy Champion Jordan Sharpe!

Sydney: My money is on Bullet Hell! If I had to list a second place, it would be The Rising Tide. They are a mystery team to the rest of these teams. You never know what you’ll get out of a brand new team. They may come out here and be very, very good!

Amsler: Or they might just be terrible. We will find out very soon.

Aiello: Let’s go up to Nina Dobrev in the ring for the rules of this match, followed by the two teams who will kick this match off!

The camera cuts to the ring where Nina Dobrev is standing by.

Dobrev: The following is a Tag Team Gauntlet Match! The rules are simple: Two teams will begin the gauntlet match. Once a team is eliminated via pinfall, submission, disqualification, or countout, a new team will enter. The match will continue until a third team is eliminated! The winning team of this four-team elimination-style match will go on to face the EWC Tag Team Champions for the EWC Tag Team Championships at WrestleFest Seventeen!

Sydney: Okay lass! We get it!

"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.

Dobrev: Introducing first... weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and fifty pounds... they are Kid Kitsune and LEO...Bullet Hell!

Aiello: These guys draw the unlucky task of being the first team.

Sydney: It doesn’t matter. If you think about it, you just have to make it through three teams. Three and four are the only ones with an advantage in this match. Usually, you see six, seven, or even eight people in a gauntlet match. This will be no sweat, especially for a team the caliber of Bullet Hell!

Amsler: “The caliber of Bullet Hell?” Are you listening to yourself? Bullet Hell is winless here in the EWC. Maybe they should have started off facing Donkey Punch. That’s a fair match-up, you egghead.

"Everybody Wants Some" begins blaring throughout the Superdome 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.

Dobrev: 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.

Aiello: These two men arrived on the scene on Wednesday night this past week and, guys, they did not disappoint.

Amsler: They’re spunky. They’re goofy. But they showed the other night that they aren’t just a couple of random chefs trying to be wrestlers. They won their big debut and showed the world that they are a serious threat.

Sydney: That remains to be seen. They won a fluke match against Bullet Hell and Bullet Hell is here to extract some revenge! There’s no chance that lightning will strike twice!

DING DING DING

Meat, who spent a lot of time on the ring apron the other night, will start off against LEO in this first match. LEO runs at the big man and ducks under a grapple attempt from Meat. He kicks Meat swiftly in the back of the knee, bringing Meat down to one knee. LEO jumps onto Meat’s back and puts him in a sleeper hold, or Nap Time as he calls it. Meat drops down to both knees and winces as LEO has the sleeper hold locked in tightly. The crowd is fully behind Lunch Time. They rise to their feet and clap for Meat. Meat slowly rises up to one knee.. And then the other one comes off of the mat and Meat stands with LEO on his back. Meat drives himself backwards into the corner and forces LEO into the turnbuckle. LEO releases the hold and Meat stands there with his back to LEO. Meat drives his hips forward and then rams his posterior hard into LEO’s stomach. Meat turns around and grabs LEO’s wrist. He Irish-whips LEO towards the opposite corner, but LEO reverses and sends Meat back-first into the corner. LEO follows up sprinting at Meat and drives a yakuza kick right into Meat’s face!

Aiello: There’s the Outlaw Kick! LEO is fighting hard early on in this match!

Amsler: As Cid pointed out earlier, they are, indeed, looking to chalk up their first encounter with Lunch Time as a fluke. So far, so good for LEO and Kid Kitsune.

LEO pulls Meat over towards his own corner and tags in Kid Kitsune. Kid hops over the top rope and drives a double axe-handle hard into Meat’s shoulder. LEO leaves the ring and Kid takes over. Kid grabs Meat and tries to Irish-whip him across the ring, but Meat counters and Kid bounces off of the ropes. As Kid returns, he steps up off of Meat’s leg and delivers a nice step-up enziguri. Meat falls to the mat and Kid rolls him over and covers.

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Kid Kitsune is pressed off with authority by Meat. Kid lands on his hands and knees on the mat and crawls over quickly to Meat. This time, it is Kid Kitsune who puts Meat in a sleeper hold.

Aiello: It’s clear that Bullet Hell is trying to force the bigger of their two opponents to have to expend energy and oxygen early in this match. It’s to their advantage considering Lunch Time may not have the proper endurance for these types of matches.

Amsler: The longer this match goes, the more it’s in Bullet Hell’s favor.

With the sleeper hold locked in, Meat gets up to his feet. Having a significant size advantage, he overpowers Kid and breaks the sleeper hold. Kid goes for a clothesline to the back of Meat’s head, but Meat ducks. He spins around and plants Kid with a DDT. Meat begins to slowly crawl over to his corner. As he gets there, Tater reaches down and smacks Meat on the shoulder, tagging himself in. Tater enters the ring and runs at Kid Kitsune. Kid somersaults out of the way and tags in LEO. LEO leaps over the top rope and goes for a flying clothesline, but Tater calculates it and nails LEO with a European uppercut! He picks LEO up off of the mat and hooks him up, driving him down with a fisherman’s brainbuster! He covers.

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Broken up by Kid Kitsune!

Meat rushes back into the ring and chaos is beginning to break out. Meat runs and splashes LEO on the mat. Kid is driving lefts and rights into Tater’s back. Kid jumps up on Tater’s back and locks in a sleeper hold. Meat gets up off of LEO and turns his attention to Kid Kitsune. Kid is able to bring Tater down to the mat and releases the hold. He raises his arms into the air in celebration, but Meat is standing directly behind him. Meat spins Kid around and Kid immediately realizes he is in trouble. He puts his hands up in front of Meat, attempting to keep him at bay. Tater gets up off of the mat and now the two men are on opposite sides of Kid. Both members of Lunch Time bounce off of the ropes, leap, and deliver Crunch Time to Kid Kitsune!

Aiello: Crunch Time! What a devastating move! Six hundred and forty-two pounds just smashed Kid Kitsune!

Sydney: But LEO is the legal man! Look!

LEO gets behind Tater and jumps on his back, again locking in Nap Time! This time, though, Tater shifts his weight and manages to get LEO up onto his shoulders. Meat goes up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off, nailing LEO with the Salad Tosser! Tater covers!

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DING DING DING

Dobrev: Bullet Hell has been eliminated!

Sydney: This is unbelievable! No way that happened again!

Aiello: With Bullet Hell eliminated, we are down to three teams! Who’s coming next to meet Lunch Time?!

"Pledge Your Allegiance" by Suicidal Tendencies starts up. 12 seconds in, the "S! T!" chants start. Aoife "Banshee" Maguire takes this as her cue to walk through the curtain with bodyguard/girlfriend, Katrina "Knox" Knox, right behind her. A second later, the team known as S.T., Jackie "Bandit” Layton and "Psycho" Saoirse Maguire, walk through the curtain as well. The four women make their way to the ring where Layton and Maguire both slide under the bottom rope and jump Tater.

DING DING DING

Aiello: The Shieldmaidens are rarely going to bend the rules, but they are smart enough to know that they give up some serious size to Lunch Time. Must attack quickly!

Amsler: That and Lunch Time isn’t exactly fresh.

Sydney: Should’ve used saran wrap!

As Aiello and Amsler give Sydney a hard time for his bad joke, the referee finally manages to get Maguire to exit the ring. Layton continues to work on the big Tater, she drives the heel of her boot right into the left temple of Tater.

Aiello: What a sickening heel by the Bandit!

Amsler: I have a headache watching that one.

Layton pulls Tater, who has a visible surface cut on his temple from the boot, up to his feet. She dropkicks Tater and sends him rolling through the ropes to the outside. Layton sprints across the ring and then somersaults over the top rope and flows immediately into a twisting hurricanrana on Tater!

Aiello: What a move! That was insane!

Sydney: This girl sure can fly!

Layton reaches up and tags in Maguire. Maguire sprints along the apron and runs up the turnbuckles, leaping off with a moonsault and connects with Tater. She and Layton pick up the big man and roll him into the ring. Maguire slides under the bottom rope and covers.

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TH-KICKOUT!

Aiello: “Psycho” Maguire almost had Tater down for the three count!

Amsler: I’m very impressed with how these two women have attacked Lunch Time, so far.

Maguire brings Tater up to his feet and grabs his wrist. She twists underneath and wrenches the arm tightly. She tags Layton back into the match. Layton climbs up to the top turnbuckle and delivers a missile dropkick to Tater! Maguire exits the ring and Layton covers Tater.

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KICKOUT!

Aiello: If Lunch Time even wants a chance to win this match they have got to get something going.

Amsler: And that might mean Tater finding a way to tag Meat into the match!

Layton gets up off of Tater and tags Maguire into the match. She runs in and picks Tater up off of the mat. She looks at him and spins around, looking for the Gealtachta! Tater ducks! He picks Maguire up in a full-nelson and drives her down with an uncle slam! An exhausted Tater drops to his chest. The crowd is cheering for both teams as this match continues on.

LET’S GO LUNCH TIME!

SHIELD-MAI-DENS!

LET’S GO LUNCH TIME!

SHIELD-MAI-DENS!

LET’S GO LUNCH TIME!

SHIELD-MAI-DENS!

LET’S GO LUNCH TIME!

SHIELD-MAI-DENS!

Maguire, the fresher of the two, is able to crawl over to her corner and tag in Layton. The Bandit runs into the ring and quickly grabs ahold of Tater’s legs, putting him into a Boston Crab!

Sydney: This is going to be it! Lunch Time is beat down and exhausted!

Amsler: S.T. has been in control of this match since the bell rang!

As Tater struggles in the hold, Meat drops down off of the ring apron. He digs around underneath the ring and finally pulls out a cloth sack. He tosses the sack into the ring to Tater.

Aiello: What’s this?

Sydney: I’ve seen this move before. This is a sack of thumbtacks!

Amsler: You idiot. This is no disqualification. Do you think Lunch Time is stupid enough to do that?

Sydney: Do YOU think they are SMART enough to not?!

As Tater reaches into the sack, Layton wrenches back on the hold. Tater winces and finally pulls out…

Aiello: That’s!

Amsler: An ONION?!

Tater takes the whole, raw onion and bites into it like an apple!

Sydney: That’s bloody disgusting, mate!

Tater, now re-energized, tosses the rest of the onion aside and starts crawling towards Meat! His size advantage allows him to do so fairly easily. He reaches up and Meat slaps his hand. The crowd goes nuts as Meat enters the ring! Layton releases the hold and stands up. Meat drives a left jab into her cheek. And another. And another. He winds up and drives a right elbow downward into her forehead. She drops to the mat. Meat runs and bounces off of the ropes and splashes Layton! He stays on for a cover.

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Maguire leaps off of the top turnbuckle with an elbow, but Meat senses it and moves out of the way! Maguire connects with Layton on accident!

Sydney: Oh no!

Aiello: “Psycho” Maguire just accidentally drilled her partner!

Meat grabs Maguire by the shoulder and the belt-loop and tosses her easily over the top rope to the floor. Meat climbs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a moonsault and connects to the Bandit!

Aiello: What a moonsault by the three hundred and thirty-two pounder!

Tater jumps on top of the pile and the referee positions himself!

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DING DING DING

Dobrev: S.T. has been eliminated!

Aiello: We are down to two teams! Lunch Time, a team that has been a part of this company for less than two weeks, are staring a Tag Team Championship opportunity right in the face!

Amsler: And I would like to believe that they would deserve it after what they are doing here tonight!

“Rest in Peace” begins playing. The Stalker slowly makes his way out from behind the curtain and down the ramp. Tater is back on the apron and Meat stands at the ropes waiting for the Stalker.

Aiello: Well, there’s the Stalker, but where is his partner?

As Aiello says this, Jordan Sharpe jumps the barricade inside of the Superdome and slides into the ring. He rolls Meat up in a schoolboy!

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THRE-NO!!!

Aiello: Meat JUST BARELY kicked out!

Sydney: I don’t even know how! But that was a clever jump by The Rising Tide!

This match goes straight into things. We don’t even get a bell to indicate that it has started! Sharpe picks Meat up and Irish-whips him into the corner. Sharpe runs after Meat and drills him in the face with The Freakin Boot! Meat collapses and Sharpe leaps up to the middle turnbuckle in a seated position on the top. He drives the point of his elbow right into Meat’s sternum and covers.

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Tater breaks it up!

The Stalker is finally up on the ring apron. Sharpe walks over and tags the big man.

Aiello: Here comes a guy that over-shadows Lunch Time for the first time.

Amsler: You’ve got a point. From LEO to Kid Kitsune to both of the Shieldmaidens, they haven’t faced ANYONE with size yet.

Sydney: Recipe for disaster for these guys! They’re exhausted!

Stalker steps over the top rope as Meat gets to his feet. Meat looks up at the much taller man and throws a punch into his stomach. And another. Neither one phase the Stalker. The Stalker grabs Meat by the throat with both hands and lifts him off of the ground, tossing him hard into the corner. The Stalker rears back and delivers a giant palm right into Meat’s chest. He follows it up with three more as Meat’s chest turns bright red!

Sydney: The Stalker has ordered his Meat medium-rare!

The Stalker scoops Meat up onto his shoulder and runs, delivering a thundering powerslam!

Amsler: Damn! That’s the first time we’ve seen either member of Lunch Time get manhandled like that!

Aiello: The Stalker did that with virtual ease!

The Stalker hooks the leg.

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TH-KICKOUT!

Aiello: And yet somehow… some way… Lunch Time is STILL in this gauntlet match!

Sydney: Onions, apparently!

The Stalker tags Sharpe back into the match. Sharpe waits for Meat to get back to his feet. He sprints forward and drives The BFPT into Meat’s face. Meat falls to the mat and Sharpe covers!

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THR-NO!

Meat gets a foot up onto the bottom rope. Sharpe gets frustrated and covers the leg this time.

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TH-KICKOUT!

Sharpe lets out a huff of breath and goes back to work. He lifts Meat up off of the mat. He Irish-whips Meat across the ring and goes for a running knee to Meat’s face. Meat ducks it. Superkick! Meat just drilled Sharpe with a superkick. Sharpe stumbles backwards into his own corner. Stalker tags himself in and steps over the top rope. Meat dives and tags Tater in!

Amsler: Double-tag! It’s been awhile since Tater has been into the ring!

Tater runs in and drives a few jabs into Stalker’s jaw. Stalker stumbles backwards into the ropes. Tater clotheslines Stalker over the top rope and to the floor! Stalker lands on his feet. He grabs Tater’s foot and yanks him down to the outside. Stalker lays some rights into Tater’s body. Tater grabs ahold of the Stalker’s head and drives it into the ring post. Sharpe drops off of the apron and runs at Tater. Meat does the same and cuts Sharpe off with a clothesline!

Aiello: This match has been incredible from the moment Bullet Hell walked in!

Tater rolls the Stalker back into the ring. Meat returns to his place on the apron and Tater tags Meat! Tater slides into the ring and picks up the Stalker. He drives his head down under Stalker from behind and uses all of his might to lift the giant man off of the ground onto his shoulders. He turns his attention away from Meat. Sharpe is in the ring! He runs at Tater but is met by a big boot! Sharpe drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring to the floor. Meat is up top… SALAD TOSSER! He covers the Stalker!

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DING DING DING

Dobrev: Here are your winners of the Gauntlet Match and new number one contenders to the EWC Tag Team Championships… LUNCH TIIIIME!

“Everybody Wants Some” begins playing and Lunch Time gets to their feet and hugs in celebration.

Aiello: I don’t believe it! Lunch Time endures three tag teams on their way to victory and, within two weeks, have earned themselves a date with the Tag Team Champions at WrestleFest!

Amsler: Odds are that it will be Iggy Swango and Melody Malone of America’s Most Hated, but you never know until the match is announced!

Sydney: Or with America’s Most Hated using the Freebird rule, you may not know until the opening bell of that match!

Aiello: This is very true!

The camera turns back to the suite to catch the reaction of NSFW. But they’ve both long departed. The smoldering remains of the cigar are planted into one chair. The other chair has the newspaper draped over it. Defaced with a black marker, the message reads, “WE FIRST, ALWAYS.”

FSW VS PRIME Showcase
Singles Match

Matt Angel

VS Vanita Thompson

Aiello: It’s been a great night of wrestling and a showcase for the talents of tomorrow! The future for the EWC looks bright and we’ve got two talented individuals from different brands going toe to toe right now in our next match up. PRIMES very own Vanita Thompson and FSWs Matt Angel are about to grace us with there presence.

Sydney: Come on FSW, lets show PRIME who the top brand in the EWC is.

Amsler: This isn’t about which brand is better than which Cid! This is about two great superstars trying to prove something tonight! An opportunity for both Angel and Vanita to show the world what they’re all about and isn’t that what Youngblood is all about!

Dobrev: The following match is scheduled for one fall... Joining us first, from Venice Beach, California... weighing in at 180 pounds ... MATT ANGEL!!!!

"I will Show You" By From Ashes To New blasts from the PA system, Matt Angel walks out and with his arms raised he walks down the ramp way high-fiying the fans. He jumps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and also celebrates cheering to the fans.

Dobrev: And his opponent, residing from Denver Colorado, weighing in at 121 pounds ... VANITA THOMPSON!!!

’Throes of Perdition' by Trivium plays as Vanita Thompson comes out to the ramp and down towards the ring.

DING DING DING

Angel rushes at Vanita but she takes him down to the mat with an armbar. Angel uses his athleticism to spin around and lock Vanita into a rolling armbar of his own. Vanita bends her body right back which looks painful but it allows her to pull her arm free of the armbar and she ends up sitting on top of Angel, as she grabs a hold of his legs and locks him into a Boston crab. Angel immediately twists his body and causes Vanita to fall to the side, allowing him to break out of the Boston crab. Both Vanita and Angel get to there feet and rush at each other, they both go for a clothesline at the same time and knock each other to the floor.

Aiello: What a frantic start to this match! Both Matt Angel and Vanita Thompson keep one upping each other!

Angel is first to his feet and he backs away to the corner, composing himself as he waits for Vanita to get to her feet. When she does Angel pounces forward and tries to hit his super kick but Vanita rolls out out the way, and dodges the kick and instead runs full speed off of the ropes and as she comes back at Angel, Vanita lunges at him with a spear but Angel rolls out of the way and Vanita dives into the ring ropes, falling through the middle ropes and to the outside.

Angel jumps over the ropes and lands on the ring apron with his back to Vanita, he then jumps onto the middles ropes and leaps backwards, landing on Vanita with an Asai moonsault.

Aiello: What an incredible move by Matt Anglel! That agility of his is phenomenal.

Sydney: That move certainly got the crowd off of there feet I must admit.

Angel picks Vanita up and rolls her back into the ring, he then climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Angel leaps off of the top with a Shooting Star Press but Vanita gets her knees up at the last second and Angel lands straight on them. With Angel holding his stomach, Vanita rolls him up for a pin....
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Amsler: Oh man Angel’s high flying antics nearly cost them there! Very clever from Vanita.

Vanita picks Angel up and hits a belly to belly suplex on him, before she makes her way up to the top turnbuckle, steadying herself she leaps high in the air, landing on Angel with a frog splash. Vanita makes the pin...
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Aiello: Vanita is in control now! Did you see how high she leaped with that frog splash!

Vanita is up on his feet now as she climbs the top turnbuckle once more but Angel is ready this time and he jumps onto the ring ropes which causes Vanita to lose balance fall down on the top turnbuckle. Angel then rushes towards the turnbuckle that Vanita is sitting on, he leaps up and hooking his arms around Vanitas waist he throws her off of the top turnbuckle with a Overhead Belly-To-Belly!

Amsler: A belly to belly from the top rope by Matt Angel! He just sent Vanita flying half way across the ring.

Angel comes off of the turnbuckle and picks Vanita up, hooking her up from behind he looks like he’s going for his finisher The Fallen but as he lifts Vanita she spins around in mid air and knees Angel in the face. Angel stumbles back as Vanita lands on her feet. Before Angel can react Vanita spins and hits her spinning heel kick move the Vain shot on him. She collapses on top of him for the pin....
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Sydney: Oh shit, I legit thought Matt Angel was done for sure. So did Vanita judging by the look on her face.

Vanita picks Angel and grabs his arms, setting him up for the Vain Mirror, but Angel twists out of hold, turning around he catching her with spinning back fist on Vanita and multiple Muay Thai kicks. Angel grabs a hold of Vanita and tries to hit his move the fallen but again Vanita uses her speed and size to wriggle free and turn around, kicking Angel in the gut she grabs a hold of him and hits her finisher the Vain Mirror. Vanita makes the pin...
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DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall VANITA THOMPSON

Vanita Thompson rolls out of the ring and celebrates while she makes her way up the ramp.

Aiello: An important victory in the career of Vanita Thompson! Both Matt and Vanita put on a hell of a show for us.

Sydney: That was a fluke! FSW is still the superior brand.

Amsler: Yeh anyway, I’ll be interested to see what the future holds for Vanita Thompson!

Aiello: I agree one hundred per cent! Now folks don’t go away because next up it’s blood bath time!!!!

The camera backstage focuses in on a mirror, reflecting back the face of one half of the EWC tag team champions, Melody Malone. A jacket covers her ring gear, as she stares intently into the mirror. Makeup is perfect, eyeliner wings pointed perfectly and false lashes framing her wide eyes as she takes a deep breath. She pushes the makeup brushes aside and reaches up, pulling one of the eyelashes off and dropping it down onto the table as Vanessa comes walking into the room.

Vanessa: Are you r- what are you doing?

Melody pulls a makeup wipe from a package on the table, wiping away her eyeliner as she speaks.

Melody Malone: I’m done.

Vanessa: Done?

Her voice implies panic, as Melody continues to clean away the makeup from her face.

Melody Malone: I’m not going to go out there looking like this. I’m not going out there to be gawked at or give a good face for a nice promo shot after the show is over. I’m done with the show. I’m done with doing what I’m expected to do. This has to stop… and it isn’t going to stop if I’m going out there the same way I do every night.

She pulls another wipe out, cleaning away the dark lipstick as Vanessa looks almost frantic as she paces behind her.

Vanessa: Okay.. it’s just about the makeup. Got it. No big deal.

Melody Malone: This isn’t just about the makeup…

She turns, bare faced as she looks to Vanessa with a shake of her head.

Melody Malone: This has been going on for months Vanessa… MONTHS. The last six weeks have been nothing but torture, watching him go out there and do everything he’s gone and done.. To me, to Cyrus, to Iggy, hell even the way he’s mentally spiraled out and lashed out at everyone. Tonight isn’t about looking pretty. Tonight isn’t going to BE pretty. And that’s why I don’t want you coming out tonight.

Vanessa: You can’t be serious.

Melody Malone: I’m dead serious. Honestly… nobody needs to see what’s going to happen out there. I’ve lost focus so many times leading up to this, you know? I ditched Iggy so I could get my hands on him. I fought through the damned crowd on Rampage… he got his hands on me at the watch party. Backstage. Every time I’ve turned around, he’s either been right there or he’s already on the run. I’m done with this. I’m putting an end to it the only way I know how… he can’t keep running if he can’t walk.

Vanessa: What if Creme gets involved..?

Melody purses her bare lips before shaking her head with a shrug.

Melody Malone: Then I have to take out two. But this isn’t what you signed up for.. And knowing what Scorpio is willing to do? I’m not about to put anyone else between me and him tonight. Not a chance. I want you to stay back here, got it? I don’t care what he throws at me, what he pulls out, or what he does out there. You - do not - come down. He’s delusional, he’s dangerous... you heard him leading into this show. He’s off his head, thinking I’ve masterminded all of this to bring him down when he’s just started slipping deeper and deeper off of the cliff of sanity. I mean Christ, I’m a bitch… but I’m not that bitch. None of this is some crazy orchestrated attempt to ruin his career, he’s perfectly capable of doing that on his own.

Melody Malone: But if he wants that interview with me? To ask how I really pulled all of this off?

Melody huffs, a half smile forming at the sheer audacity of it.

Melody Malone: He’s going to have to remember he asked for it after tonight.

Melody stands from the table, looking at Vanessa before she turns and heads out of the room as she prepares to take the stage for her inevitable date with Scorpio later this evening…

A Blood Feud Boils Over!
Blood Bath Match

Darius

VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton

Aiello: What a night it has been so far, but now things are about to get gruesome.

Sydney: I’ve been waiting for this one!

Amsler: A feud that has been brewing since Night of Champions is about to boil over … Samantha Hamilton, Darius …. Bloodbath!

Dobrev: The following match is a Bloodbath Match! The only way to win is by incapacitating your opponent via blood loss … Introducing first, from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at 145 lbs, she is one of the members of the Shieldmadens MC … SAMANTHA! THE TITANESS! HAMILTON!

As the actual lyrics of 'You're Going Down' by Sick Puppies begins playing, the Titaness saunters down the ramp. Walking beside her is her husband, Joseph "Orion" Hunter. A sense of determination and resolve can always be found in her eyes. Despite wearing a more stern and serious expression, she's not one to ignore any fans or supporters. Every now and again, she'll give a wave or slight smirk. More often than not, however, the Titaness will stick to her more serious and stoic look.

When she finally gets in front of the ropes, the Titaness will usually slip through the middle and top ropes. From time to time, however, she will opt to simply step over the top ropes.

Aiello: This feud has become extremely personal and I expect to see a side of The Titaness we’ve never seen before.

Sydney: Well from what I’ve gathered, this isn’t a match … These two are literally just going to kill each other, right?

Amsler: Pretty much … Fight until you lose blood to the point of unconsciousness … And Ms. Hamilton looks thirsty for blood.

"Let's burn it fucking down!"

As the opening rift plays, Darius sprints out onto the stage and stops at the ramp. The crowds throws boos in his direction as he slowly raises his hands into the air, rocking the devil horns as soon as his arms are fully extended upwards.

Dobrev: And her opponent, from Albany, New York, weighing in at 245 lbs ... Darius!

He then runs down the ramp, slides under the bottom rope, and jumps up in the center of the ring, only to get taken down by a stiff big boot from Sam! She pounces onto the downed Darius, raining stiff lefts and rights into his face over and over again, but the referee manages to pull her away and pushes her into her corner. Sam throws her hands up into the air with a wide smile as Darius shakes his head and slowly pulls himself to his feet. The referee checks on him as he gets into his corner, and then calls for the bell once Darius says he is good to go!

Aiello: The Titaness wasted no time and got the early attack in, a smart move on her part!

DING DING DING

Sam rushes Darius in the corner, pinning him into it as she drives her knee up into his abdomen multiple times, driving the wind out of his lungs. She then grabs him by the hair with both hands and begins to slam the back of his head off from the top turnbuckle repeatedly, following up with a brutal slam to the mat face first!

Sam then rolls out of the ring and starts to dig out objects from under the ring; a few steel chairs, a cooler filled with water bottles, a ladder, and a long cardboard box. She pulls the tape off from the box, opens the end up, and then pulls out a long piece of styrofoam. She tears it away, revealing a bundle of four fluorescent light tubes!

Aiello: Oh man, she is about to … light Darius up!

Sydney: … Are you fu-

Amsler: Horrible puns aside, that light tubes can do some SERIOUS damage, along with plenty of bleeding!

Sam takes the tubes and rolls back into the ring, getting to her feet just as Darius is getting back to his feet in the corner. He turns to face her as she charges at him with one of the tubes, swinging it in a downward motion towards his skull, but he manages to slide out of the way just in time, thus leading to the tube smashing against the top turnbuckle and exploding into a cloud of dust and glass particles!

She turns to face Darius, only to be greeted by a sucker punch to the jaw! Sam stumbles into the turnbuckle dazed, but then Darius dumps her over the top with a stiff clothesline! Darius turns around, grabs the remaining light tubes from the mat, then rolls to the outside with Sam. As Sam pulls herself to her feet, Darius swings for the fences, but she ducks the shot and backs away quickly, picking up one of the steel chairs she pulled from the ring as she does.

Darius grins and starts to spin the tube around in his hand like a skilled swordsman, then he lunges forward at Sam with a swing, but she blocks the shot with the chair, causing the tube to explode! She quickly retaliates by bringing the chair down hard onto Darius’ skull, dropping him to the arena floor with a sickening crack!

Aiello: Oh man! That will crack an egg with no problem!

Sydney: We’ve got blood, folks!

Amsler: Bleeding this early into the match isn’t going to help Darius at all, now Sam just needs to wear him down!

Sam leans against the ring, looking at the massive dent in the chair left by Darius’ skull. Meanwhile, Darius is pulling himself up with the barricades, wiping some blood out of his face as it slowly runs from the wound. Sam pushes herself away from the ring, slowly moves towards Darius with the chair raised above her head, and readies another shot …

But Darius lunges forward, spearing her with The Hunter’s Mark! Both competitors lay on the floor for a moment, with Darius being the first to get back to his feet via assistance from the ring steps. Sam follows suit, getting back to her feet, but is quickly brought back down to the ground as Darius spins quickly, smashing the third light tube across her head!

Darius leaps down onto Sam, pinning her shoulders down with his knees while holding her head up closer to him for leverage as he lays stiff right hands into her forehead where the tube shattered, opening up a wound for the world to see!

Aiello: That was gruesome!! She could have gotten seriously injured!

Sydney: She’s going to be pulling glass out of her skin for weeks.

Amsler: She may want to leave it in there for now; the more she pulls, the more she bleeds!

As Sam lays on the ground, Darius flips up the apron and drags a metal case, locked with a padlock, from under the ring. He reaches into his boot, pulls out a key, and unlocks the case. Inside, he pulls out a small first aid kit. He takes a bottle, flushes the wound on his forehead, then quickly dries it off with a gauze in the kit. He then grabs a large bandage and puts it over the wound, pressing it tight to slow the blood flow.

Aiello: What in the world?!

Sydney: Looks like he came prepared … This is smart!

Amsler: I mean … Can’t she just rip off the bandage and reopen it? I think he’s wasting time, he should be going after Sam.

Darius pushes the case back under the ring and turns to face Sam once more, but takes a knee to the skull as Sam charges forward and crushes his head between her knee and the ring apron! She looks down in disgust, ripping the bandaid off from his head, then driving her knuckles into the wound, opening it even more than it was before.

She grabs Darius by the hair and drags him to the steps, placing his face on the top step, and uses his hair as a handle, bashing his face into the steps multiple times before dropping him back onto the floor. She makes her way to the timekeeper’s area and motions for something. The timekeeper reaches behind them and pulls a sledgehammer into frame, handing it off to Sam.

Sam takes the sledge and makes her way back to Darius, mouthing expletives at him as he gets to his knees. Darius looks up at Sam, grinning through his newly obtained crimson mask. Sam snarls, grabs the hammer by the head, and slams it directly into Darius’ forehead, knocking him onto his back. She readies the sledge for another attack, but stops as she hears Darius’ start to laugh while coughing.

Aiello: … Is that sociopath laughing?!

Sydney: Some people fight pain with laughter?

Amsler: Or he is just enjoying this a bit too much …

Darius sits up, laughing and coughing the entire time. He pulls himself up with the apron, his focus never leaving Sam as he does. Sam swings the hammer at Darius but he manages to stumble out of the way, barely able to stay on his feet as he does. He wraps around to the other side of the turnbuckle and begins walking up the ramp, holding his head as he does.

Sam follows suit, chasing Darius with the sledge in hand, but Darius spins around and drops Sam with a dropkick once she reaches the ramp! Darius drags himself to the edge of the ramp and pulls himself up with the barricade, then reaches down and takes one of the stage lights from the ramp, unplugging it and bringing it over to Sam as she sits up.

Darius takes the cord and wraps it around Sam’s throat multiple times, then begins to pull back, choking her with the cable for a few moments, Sam clawing at his arms trying to free herself, but then releases the cable from her throat. Sam crawls away, but Darius doesn’t let her get far. He takes the light into his hands once more, gets in front of Sam, and swings it down into her head, crashing Sam’s face through the light, shattering glass into her face once again!

Aiello: My god! This is just too much, someone stop this!

Sydney: They will … Once someone passes out.

Amsler: It looks like Darius is running on his second wind here, will Sam be able to do the same?

Darius pulls Sam up to her feet and drags her to the top of the ramp, following up with a headbut. He then takes Sam, spins her around, and tosses her into the LED entrance wall. Sam slumps down to the floor while trying to compose herself as Darius walks to the opposite end of the stage, leaping down into the production area and going through their things. He eventually climbs back onto the stage, this time with a staple gun in one hand and barbed wire in the other!

Aiello: More hardware?! Don’t they have enough!

Sydney: Apparently not.

Amsler: I’m interested to see where this goes …

As Darius approaches Sam, she lunges forward, catching Darius, and plants him with a spinebuster onto the ramp! She looks to the barbed wire, takes it, and starts to wrap it around her right fist. She then looks down at Darius with a sadistic grin and pushes her fist into his forehead, grinding the barbed wire into his open wound with disgusting brutality! Darius screams out in pain, trying to push her off from him, but the more he thrashes, the more she tears his forehead apart!

She eventually lands a few punches onto the wound, then gets up from Darius, looking back at her sledge hammer on the ramp. She approaches the sledge, takes it from the ramp, and starts to wrap the barbed wire around the head. She brings the sledge back up to Darius on the ramp and presses it down onto his forehead, grinding it open even more than it was before. At this point, Darius’ face is completely red with blood.

Sam tosses the sledge to the side, grabs Darius by the legs, and drags him to the edge of the stage. She lifts him to his feet, barely able to stand on his own, and brings his head between her legs. She looks down to the production area below, brings Darius’ arms over hers, then leaps from the stage, crashing Darius face first into the crew’s tools with her Wrath of the Titans pedigree! Sam rolls away from Darius and pulls herself to her feet as the referee rushes forward to check on Darius …

He raises Darius’ arm up and drops it once.

Aiello: No response from Darius …

He raises the arm again … No response.

Sydney: He’s out.

He raises the arm one last time and drops it. For a moment, it seems that Darius is going to react … but the arm falls limp. The referee calls for the bell and throws up an X with his arms.

DING DING DING

Dobrev: Here is your winner … SAMANTHA! THE TITANESS! HAMILTON!

Aiello: That was hard to watch.

Sydney: Sammy really messed Darius up in the end there! Those will be some nasty scars!

Amsler: Darius started this feud, the Titaness finished it and she finished it with gruesome fashion.

The camera cuts backstage where we see Ace Heart sitting next to a young lady, he reaches out and takes the drink out of her hand

Heart: Listen to me, I’ve known your father for years and he’d be PISSED to know you were here, drinking and getting ready to meet HIM!!!

The girl reaches for her drink but Ace tosses it over his shoulder and away from her

Heart: I know you and your dad have never seen eye to eye, he was never around and always on the road and I know it was a real shock to find out he had 3 other families out there but look on the bright side, you have all these new brothers and sisters to catch up with, what you don’t want to do is be #SEEDED by...HIM!!!

Ace points to ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love as he comes walking towards Ace and the young drunk lady. He smiles as he puts his arm around the young lady and winks at Ace

Love: Ace you old son of a bitch, thanks for keeping Kimmy company while I was getting Killjoy ready but sweetheart I have a few mins if you want to...oh I don’t know, go check out Cyrus’ rental car or something…

Heart: NO!!! Kimmy I want you to run, run away for this man...run far away.

Tommy laughs as he hands Kimmy a White Claw and she perks up with excitement because like all the kids these days she loves her some White Claw, she cracks it open and starts chugging it

Love: That’s right honey, suck it down, it’s always good to stretch before working out those muscles...now Ace while I have a moment you are just the man I wanted to see…

Tommy stands up and slaps on a Hello My Name Is Tommy sticker onto his chest

Heart: What’s with the name tag Tommy?

Tommy smiles

Love: Oh good...YOU know who I am, wish I could say the same thing about one of Killjoy’s opponents tonight, listen Wes Walker, I know you are in FSW but way to show you aren’t paying attention to ANYTHING outside those walls, hell Wes, I’m Tommy Love, the ‘horrible, horrible person’ with the despicable mouth, me Tommy, not Killjoy...you know we are two different people right, oh that’s right, you DIDN’T…

Tommy shakes his head

Love: I mean FUCK, Killjoy Ito is a 3 time champion here in the EWC, was 3rd in this years Rumble, competed in the Insanity Cage Main Event and has been a Top 5 in the Elite 15 most of the year...high as number 2, you’d THINK that people would know who the hell he is but apparently good old Wes doesn’t know the difference between a IN HIS PRIME Japanese Man and a OLD AS FUCK white guy from Memphis, Tennessee...I mean COME ON, you are making this way too easy for me Wes…

Tommy laughs as he shakes his head

Love: And making my point that YOU don’t deserve this chance, this Golden Ticket for a championship match, son...you need to go back to class out there in Developmental and ask your promo coach to PROOF READ each and every promo you cut going on from here just to make sure you don’t stick your foot in your mouth again like this because Ace Hearst here ISN’T the US Champion, Cyrus Black ISN’T screwing Magdalena Lockheart and El Pable and El Volando are TWO different people...well I think so on that last one but the point is you should really know who the stars are around here…

Tommy smirks

Love: Now Alex, I didn’t understand half of what you said but something tells me I wasn’t missing anything important but one thing I did find interesting was that we are here tonight in the hometown of The Shieldmaidens, so I expect the Superdome to be packed with friends and family here to watch you take that next step here in the EWC, to claim a Golden Ticket for a championship match and I can’t tell you how much this makes me happy...to know how pissed and sad they will be when at the end of the night Killjoy Ito is standing in the center of the ring holding that Golden Ticket, to think of all those sad people...it makes me excited…

Tommy looks over at Kimmy who is onto her second White Claw, she smiles and winks at him

Love: Alex honey, look around, I don’t have to convince you that this, THIS MATCH, is all for us, the EWC is telling you and everyone else this, you, Wes, Azumi...you three have nothing on Killjoy, not anything near the success he’s had here in the EWC and save me the crap about what you’ve done elsewhere, you may be a champion there but here you are nothing, a jobber, mid-card talent at best, you are being fed to Killjoy tonight and you are just too stupid to see and understand this. Sweetie you are the Catholics being lead into the coliseum to the lion thinking ‘oh hey, I have a shot’...you moron YOU ARE DINNER!!!! Tonight Killjoy is going to roll right through you and I’m thrilled he’s going to do some here in the home base of the Shieldmaidens...nothing is better than beating someone in their hometown…

Tommy looks down at his hand and counts off, 1, 2...3

Love: Oh and Azumi...fuck it, I got nothing for you, Jim Connors should be waiting backstage tonight to fire you once you come back through the curtain, wish you best on your future endeavors and use your spot to sign a star of Prime…

Tommy looks into the camera and mouths KILLJOY

Love: Or call someone up from FSW…

Tommy mouths NOT WES

Love: Now...I really should go, come on Kimmy, you can wait in Killjoy’s locker room and watch Tommy do his thing ringside from the TV back there…

Kimmy looks less than thrilled

Love: I have more White Claw back there…

She pops up and extends her hand to Tommy

Love: And I can tell you about the time I tried to talk your dad out of fucking this fat whore, I said ‘Steve, you have a wife and a beautiful daughter at home, you are the luckiest man in the world…’ that fat whore produced your half brother Steve Jr, did I tell you how your mom wanted to name your little brother Steve Jr but your dad said NO, no, yet he let his whore’s kid have his name...disgusting right…

Tommy grabs a EWC staff member by the shirt

Love: Find out which rental car is Cyrus Black’s and let me know…he's got his GOON Kyle Gautier guarding his locker room, ha, jokes on him...

Tommy lets him go and motions for him to run

Love: I printed out a bunch of old e-mails your dad sent me Kimmy...he really was a dick, oh I have a t-shirt for you, remind me to give it to you before you leave tonight…

Tommy looks into the camera and mouths #SEEDED

Heart: Kimmy no, oh she's forever unclean

Tommy reaches up and pulls Kimmy out of her ponytail and runs his hands through her hair as Kimmy turns back to Ace and smiles

Interbrand Insanity: A Ticket to Stardom
Fatal Four-Way Match (Winner Receives A Golden Ticket and a Future Title Shot On Their Brand)

Azumi Goto
VS Alex "Bullet" Carbajal
VS Wes Walker

VS Killjoy Ito

We return to ringside where we see commentary

Aiello: What a match we have for you now! A Ticket To Stardom Match where the winner gets a ticket to a future title shot on thier brand here in EWC

Sydney: Looking at the competitors in the match they are going to be so hungry for success it will be like a Lunch Time training session.

Amsler: Now that is a random reference even for you.

As 'Fly High!!' begin to play out from the back Azumi Goto makes her way to the ramp, surveying her the venue filled with cheering people. She soon makes her way down before walking up the steps and entering the ring.

Dobrev: The following match set for one fall is the Ticket To Stardom Match! Joining us first, from Yonabaru, Okinawa, Japan, weighing in at 127 pounds, she is "The Splendid Venus" AAAAAZZZZUUUUMIIIII GOTOOOOOOOO!!!!

Azumi with a bright smile on her face, soon poses with her arms out and soaking in the positive reception of the fans in attendance.

Dobrev: And her opponent, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 235 pounds ... KILLJOY ITO!

The lights fade out as ‘Deeper Deeper’ begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy Ito is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down. He swings around to face the camera and the ring as his manager ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love walks out onto the stage, his custom tennis racket in the air. He leads Killjoy to the ring as the fans heckle him but reach out to touch Killjoy. Tommy Love walks up the steps first and enters the ring and walks the ring with his ‘Love Stick’ held high in the air, he threatens the referee with it and tells him to call the match clean as Killjoy climbs into the ring and walks to the center of the ring. He stretches out his arms and tilts his head back and soaks in the cheers from the fans before removing his jacket and hands it to Tommy Love who exits the ring and stands ringside.

Dobrev: And the opponent, now residing in New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 135 pounds ... ALEX "BULLET" CARBAJAL!

The lights dim and the Shieldmaidens motto “Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!” comes over the Tron as guitar stabs ring out. Concrete Blonde’s “God Is A Bullet” starts up in earnest and Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire and Katrina "Knox" Knox walk out seemingly leading the way for their sixth sister. Alex “Bullet” Carbajal makes her way out in a full length boxing robe, ready for war. The Shieldmaidens make their way to the ring and Bullet steps in, starting to shadowbox the second she steps in. She raises her hands into the air and then nods, ready to go.

Dobrev: And the opponent, 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. 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.

DING DING DING

All four cautiously stare at each other before Walker kicks at the back of Killjoy's leg and Bullet hits him with a Roundhouse kick to the back of the head sending Killjoy to the outside of the ring Only for Walker to then turn into the view of Azumi who leaps at Walker from the second turnbuckle hitting him with a Tornado DDT that sends him rolling to the outside to recover from. Bullet runs at Azumi as she gets back to her feet nailing Azumi in the gut. Bullet then stretches Azumi's arm digging her elbow into Azumi's shoulder. Bullet then brings her elbow down on Azumi's shoulder before punching it. Azumi falls to her knees clutching her shoulder. Bullet attempts a Roundhuse Kick to the back of Azumi's head but she ducks it and rolls Bullet for a School Boy that Bullet immediately rolls out off. Both women are on their feet. Bullet charges at Azumi who grabs Bullet and hits a Belly To Belly Suplex.

Azumi walks over to make a cover but she's spun around by Walker who hits her with a Belly To Belly Suplex. Bullet is back on her feet and she swings wildly with a right hand that Walker ducks before hitting Bullet with a Bulldog. Walker runs off the ropes for a running something. We don't find out as Killjoy slips into the ring and Dropkicks the rebounding Walker. Killjoy turns into a Chop to the chest from Bullet before ducking a second one and lifting Bullet onto his shoulders and depositing her over the top rope and on to the ring apron with a Death Valley Driver.

Aiello: Damn that looked painful!

Sydney: He's just clearing the ring of some of the trash in it.

Amsler: I'll clear this desk of the trash at it in a minute!

Sydney: Do you hear what she's saying about you Joe?

Killjoy turns to see a running Walker heading towards him and stops him with a stiff Clothesline. Azumi tries running at Killjoy but her charge is countered with a Spinebuster that sends her rolling from the ring. Killjoy lifts Walker for a Powerbomb but he counters it with a Hurricanrana. Killjoy bounces back to his feet and eats a Back Elbow. Killjoy staggers into the corner where Walker Irish Whips him across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle so hard that Killjoy rebounds right back out of the corner and into a Back Body Drop. Killjoy manages to counter it in mid air and lands on his feet only for Walker to spin around and catch Killjoy with a DDT. Both men are slower to get back up but Killjoy is on his feet first. He runs at Walker who Monkey Flips Killjoy into the corner upside down. Walker then runs at Killjoy with a low dropkick right to the face. As Killjoy clutches at the pain in his face, Walker gets to his feet just as Azumi launches herself at him with a Springboard Cross Body. With Walker on the canvas, Azumi leaps to the top turnbuckle and flies at Walker with a Moonsault. At the last second, Walker rolls out of the way but it's no problem for Azumi who lands on her feet and catches Walker with a Dropkick before turning into a Killjoy Clothesline. Killjoy turns just in time to be caught with an Elbow strike from Bullet that knocks him to the canvas. As Bullet lifts Killjoy back to his feet, he pushes her off and kicks her in the gut before lifting her for a Last Ride. As he raises her above his head, Walker throws himself at Killjoy with a Cross Body and everyone crashes on the canvas in a pile of humanity.

Aiello: My God what a match! They are all giving all they have for a chance of winning that golden ticket!

Sydney: Which would have been Killjoy Ito's had he hit that Powerbomb.

Amsler: But he didn't so suck it up. No wait sucking up to Killjoy is all you have done since he stepped through that curtain!

Azumi is back on her feet and she looks at the fallen wrestlers scattered on the mat. She covers Killjoy.

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Walker is back on his feet so Azumi grabs him and hits him with a jumping DDT that lands on Killjoy, She covers Walker.

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Frustrated, Azumi screams before wlking across the ring to where Bullet has gotten to her feet and hits Bullet, who doesn't see it coming, with a German Suplex. She then grabs at Killjoy's arm trying to lock in a Crossface but a Dropkick to the face from Walker breaks the hold. Walker turns round straight into a Clothesline from Killjoy who then climbs the turnbuckles delivering a Double Foot Stomp to Walker only to eat a Superkick from Bullet. Bullet stands looking at the fallen bodies before grabing Walker's arm and attempts some form of a Disarmer but before she applies it, Azumi hits Bullet with a DDT. Everyone is down.

Aiello: Everyone is canceling each other out here. Just when you think Wes Walker's won it in comes Bullet. When you think it's her's in comes Azumi...

Sydney: Just how Killjoy Ito likes it. Let the other three tear each other to bits and then defeat the scraps.

Amsler: How Killjoy likes it? He's laying in the corner with Bullet's boot print on his chin!

First to their feet is Azumi who lifts Bullet and hits her with a Sitout double underhook Facebuster. The force of the landing causes Bullet to bounce off the canvas and allows her to roll to the outside. Azumi turns her attentions to her other opponents as Walker catches her with a Spinning Front Kick to the Head. He's not able to take advantage of it as Killjoy grabs him from behind and throws him out of the ring! Azumi stands and Ito grabs her with a Ronguguddonaito. Unable to escape the hold and with everyone that could break the hold down outside, Azumi has no choice but to tap out.

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via submission KILLJOY ITO!

Killjoy leaps to the turnbuckles in celebration as the referee checks on Walker. The Shieldmaidens help Bullet to her feet and to the locker room as a dazed Walker clutches his head as she staggers up the isle

Aiello: Killjoy Ito has done it! He has won the Golden Ticket! Prime's Champion had better watch out now.

Sydney: He's got a golden ticket!

Amsler: Shut up with the singing!

Aiello: While Sandra tries to shove her notes down Cid's throat, I believe we have Scorpio and Melody Malone up next!

Camera cuts to ...

The Heel Is On The Other Foot!
No DQ Match

Scorpio

VS Melody Malone

The camera comes back to ringside, where we rejoin the announce team.

Aiello: And now, we get into what could be a late contender for Match of the Year, as we’ll see months of personal animosity come to a head with the recently-reborn Scorpio facing off with the self-proclaimed Queen of EWC, Melody Malone!

Amsler: This one’s gonna be good, no doubt.

Sydney: You bloodthirsty heathens.

The attention now shifts to Nina Dobrev, microphone in hand as she stands in the middle of the ring.

Dobrev: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH!!!

The crowd begins to cheer, but the sentiment immediately changes as 'Iconic' by Madonna feat. Chance The Rapper hits the speakers as the house lights go down, switching to a spotlight focused on the curtain.

Dobrev: Introducing first, from London, England, weighing in at 205 lbs... 'The S-Factor'... 'The People's Camp'... Scorpio!

The curtain parts, revealing 'The S-Factor' Scorpio stood behind, a hand on his hip, the other raised above his head, cutting a beautiful silhouette. He sashays forward, a long coat dripping in jewels swaying with every step. Behind him steps Crème de la Crème, Scorpio's drag queen confidant and manager. The two look to one another and nod, before Scorpio opens his coat and drops it to the floor, revealing another stunning outfit.

Aiello: If you want to talk about a man on a mission, look no bloody further than ‘The S-Factor’.

Sydney: You don’t have to like it, but the bottom line is he’s gotten the job done since going back to being the man once feared throughout the industry.

Amsler: Clearly, the Bitch is Back, but is the Bitch here to stay?

Scorpio steps down the ramp with a confident strut, emulating that of the catwalk models of Paris and Milan, before reaching the ring. Scorpio climbs up one set of steps as Crème climbs the other, parting the ropes to allow 'The People's Camp' in. Stepping into the middle of the ring Scorpio raises one arm, and blows a kiss with the other, a smile forming on his beautifully made-up face.

Once again, the lights dim, but don’t go dark before the soft words of Billie Eilish begin to play over the P.A. system.

Bite my tongue bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wait till the world is mine
Visions I vandalize
Cold in my kingdom size
Fell for these ocean eyes

As the chorus hits, a bright flash of pyro explodes from the base of the MacTron and Melody Malone stands alone on the stage, a crown atop her head and her EWC Tag Team Championship fastened around her waist as a spotlight follows her down to the ring.

Dobrev: Making her way to the ring… She is one part of the EWC Tag Team Champions, the winner of the 2019 EWC Rumble Match, and YOUR QUEEN of EWC… MELODY MALONE!

You should see me in a crown
I'm gonna run this nothing town
Watch me make 'em bow
One by one by one
One by one by...

Aiello: Well, aside from the man she’s pursuing for the Undisputed Championship at Wrestlefest, it’s hard to argue that Melody Malone wouldn’t be on a very short list of the hottest competitors in EWC right now.

Sydney: Hot, sure, but she’s got a challenger to her Queen throne tonight.

Amsler: Oh, please, nobody can do scorn like- OH, look at that!

‘You Should See Me In A Crown’ abruptly cuts out, and Malone is barely through the ropes before Scorpio’s jawing at her, with referee John Dean stepping in; however, all the commotion knocks the crown from Malone’s head.

Aiello: Well, they’re not waiting around here. It just became a No Disqualification match a few days ago after Scorpio attacked ‘The Queen of EWC’ at her FSW watch party, but truthfully, things have been simmering for these two for months.

Amsler: Get outta there, ref!

Sydney: Why wait around, right?

Malone’s eyes go wide as she sees her fallen crown on the canvas, and she reaches down to pick it up, only for Scorpio to kick it out of the ring under the bottom rope! The crowd boos ‘The S-Factor’ mercilessly as he looks into Malone’s eyes with a twisted smirk on his face. Dean eventually separates the two, though the chirping between the two continues. As the referee’s about to signal to the timekeeper…

“THE ACE OF SPADES! THE ACE OF SPADES!!!”

Aiello: WHAT?!?!

Sydney: Aaaaaaaaand there’s the boner-killer.

Amsler: Greeeeattttt…

A loud cheer echoes through the Mercedes-Benz Superdome, and Scorpio’s eyes go wide as Ace King, clad in a black Drew Brees New Orleans Saints jersey, casually strolls out from behind the MacTron with the United States Championship draped over his shoulder. Malone shows relative indifference to ‘The Gambler’ as he takes his time walking down the ramp, casually high-fiving fans along the way.

Sydney: What’s he even doing here, anyway? He can’t compete because he’s been here too long, and trust me when I say the day he leaves will be too soon.

Aiello: Your opinion being what it is, I’m sure he’s got his reasons. Anyway, fun fact: Ace has held the United States Championship longer than anyone competing tonight has been in EWC.

Sydney: Sorry, I didn’t understand you… Might I suggest trying to talk with an empty mouth?

Amsler: Yup, suuuuuuper fun fact.

Scorpio throws daggers in Ace’s direction as he calmly walks around the ring, eventually stopping at the announce table, where there’s an empty chair waiting next to Sydney. However, as he goes to circle the table, Amsler stands up and removes her headset.

Amsler: I’d rather watch this one as a fan anyway.

With that, she grabs the empty chair and pulls it to a place where she can watch, leaving an open spot and headset for Ace at the table.

Sydney: Oh Christ…

Aiello: Ace, I have to say it’s a surprise to see you-

Ace King: Then maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought. When it comes to preparation, very few can top me.

Sydney: Cyrus, of course, would be one…

‘The Gambler’ flicks his eyebrows and forces a wry smile onto his face as sets the United States Championship on the table in front of him; meanwhile, Malone and Scorpio finally settle down just enough in the ring for Dean to call for the bell.

DING DING D-

The bell doesn’t even reach its third ding before Malone and Scorpio launch headlong at one another, brawling with fast-paced shots in the middle of the ring, each shot accompanied by numerous shrieks from both Scorpio and Malone. Referee John Dean tries to intervene to reset the match, but it has little effect as Scorpio reaches out and rakes Malone’s eyes, daintily spins around Dean, then staggers Malone with a Dropkick!

‘The Queen of EWC’ stumbles backward toward a turnbuckle, but Scorpio stays on the offensive, pulling the smaller Malone into his grasp and bringing her to the centre of the ring, trash-talking the crowd and savouring the moment before attempting a Corkscrew Neckbreaker… only for Malone to maintain her base and thrust her arm forward to connect with a blatant low blow!

Sydney: YIKES!

Aiello: No matter your feelings about the man himself, that’s not a fun feeling. That said, this is No Disqualification, and both knew and understood the risks.

Ace King: His potential for reproduction just went way down, thank God.

The S-Factor’s eyes bulge out of his head as Malone smirks before withdrawing her arm from between Scorpio’s legs, then gets back to her feet. Scorpio’s trembling with rage as he lunges toward Malone, only for her to side-step and connect with a LOUD Enzuigiri straight to Scorpio’s temple!

Aiello: We saw Melody order Vanessa to stay backstage for this one, and so far, the reigning Rumble winner has more than held her ground!

Ace King: I really don’t think you’d expect anything less from her at this point. She might be in America’s Most Hated, but there’s no way to ignore what she’s done in such a short time.

Sydney: She’s already got a better man than you’ll ever be, so cool it, Acehole.

Aiello: CID!

The kick drops Scorpio in the middle of the ring, and Malone seizes the opportunity to go for an early cover, but Scorpio rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope before Malone can hook the leg. ‘The S-Factor’ puts a hand on his hip and wags his finger at Malone, prompting a heavy round of boos from the Superdome faithful. Malone gets to her knees in the middle of the ring; she stares a hole through Scorpio, who laughs at her before going to the nearest cameraman and turning his camera toward Malone.

Scorpio: YOU SEE? SHE’S USED TO BEING IN THAT POSITION! SHE’S BEEN IN ON THIS ALL ALONG!

Aiello: WELL, that might be a little uncalled for.

Sydney: But is he wrong? I can’t say it enough, but I’m all-in for this new Scorpio.

Aiello: But what about Melody? Was she not one of your favourites before?

Sydney: I mean, is there really a comparison to make here?

The crowd continues to boisterously voice its displeasure with Scorpio, who extends his arms and faces the crowd as if to soak it all in. Meanwhile, a furious Malone gets to her feet, seeing an opportunity with Scorpio’s back turned. With an uncharacteristic amount of crowd support, Malone bounces off the far-side ropes, sprints forward, then launches herself off the top rope… SPRINGBOARD METEORA… NO!!! SCORPIO TURNS AT THE LAST SECOND, DRILLING MALONE WITH A FIERCE SUPERKICK!!!

Aiello: What awareness from the more seasoned veteran in Scorpio there!

Sydney: What a masterpiece, bravo! Ace, what say you?

Ace King: I mean, nobody’s ever said he wasn’t a threat in the ring, and that’s just another example of it.

The change in momentum takes Malone spine-first into the ring apron, and she crumples to the ground; despite immediately clutching her face, blood seeps through her fingers. Scorpio laughs as he rolls Malone back into the ring, looking to make the cover…

ONE!

…

TWO!

…

NOOOOO!!!

Malone gets her shoulder up just after Dean’s hand hits the mat the second time. Scorpio’s eyes go wide, his well-manicured hands dragging strips of his charcoal eye makeup down his cheeks as Malone slowly regains her senses in one of the corners, realizing her nose is busted, and that the heel of Scorpio’s Louboutin narrowly missed her left eye, slicing open her forehead instead.

Scorpio gets to his feet, then gets Malone into a headlock before connecting with a quick Snap Suplex that sends her to the middle of the ring! Scorpio then gets into position for a Standing Moonsault… But Melody rolls toward him as he’s in mid-air, sending ‘The S-Factor’ crashing face-first into the canvas!

Scorpio tries to shake off the missed maneuver, but Malone is quickly back to her feet, launching herself at him and, after using the ropes to turn herself around, PLANTS SCORPIO WITH A TORNADO DDT! Malone scrambles for the cover...

ONE!

…

TW-NOOOOO!!!

Scorpio kicks out forcefully as Dean’s hand starts down for the second time, pushing Malone off him and toward a corner.

Aiello: There’s no way a match like this was going to end like that, not with so much bad blood between these two.

Sydney: And literal blood from Mel; God, this new Scorpio is something else.

Ace King: I’m sure he has a suite at a hotel here you could stay at tonight....

Sydney: Are you serious? He has a private jet ready for takeoff right now.

Both competitors get back to their feet in relatively short order, yielding an intense staredown. Malone makes the first move in going after Scorpio, but ‘The S-Factor’ side-steps the Queen of EWC and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. He goes to fling the ring apron up, but out of the corner of his eye, Scorpio spies Ace at the announce table and turns around to face him.

Aiello: Oh, here we go, possibly a precursor to their United States Championship match!

Sydney: Sic ‘em, Scorps, then take the title!

Ace King: He won’t be the first to try, and he won’t be the last.

The Superdome crowd is buzzing as Scorpio’s already jawing at Ace, who doesn’t back down as he stands up, patting the main plate of the United States Championship on the announce table. ‘The Gambler’ simply nods at Scorpio, which somewhat irritates ‘The S-Factor’ as he takes another step closer; however, with his attention focused on the United States Championship, he doesn’t pick up on Melody sneaking up from behind, full speed ahead as she winds up and drives a crowbar into the back of Scorpio’s leg, much to the delight of the New Orleans crowd!

Sydney: OH COME ON, SHE CAN’T DO THAT!

Aiello: I feel like I shouldn’t have to remind you that it’s a No Disqualification match, Cid, so not only can she do that, it’s a smart move to try and ground her opponent.

Sydney: Yeah, well, she just bankrupted the EWC by doing that… Do you know how much his legs are insured for?

Ace King: Probably more than just stapling your mouth shut for the rest of the night, if I had to guess.

Sydney: Of course you’d love seeing that if it makes your path to beating him easier.

Ace King: Would you not if you were in my situation?

Scorpio cries out in agony, clutching at his knee outside the ring after Malone’s drive-by attack. However, he doesn’t have much time to recover as Melody lines him up, then launches herself off the ring steps to connect with the Springboard Meteora, tucking the crowbar under her knees so Scorpio feels the full weight of it! From there, Malone goes to work, teeing off on ‘The S-Factor’ with lightning-fast strikes before rapidly raking at his eyes with her sharp nails, gradually gaining support from the Superdome crowd! Again, Scorpio is in agony, but Malone’s not quite finished as she starts digging around her top.

Sydney: Think of the children, Melody. God.

Ace King: Mind out of the gutter.

Aiello: I can’t imagine she cares what you’d have to say about that anyway.

Malone has a smirk on her face as she retrieves a small bag with a white substance in it. The crowd buzzes as she opens the bag and pours the substance into her hand… THEN THROWS IT IN SCORPIO’S FACE BEFORE RUBBING IT IN HIS OPEN WOUNDS!!!

Ace King: Somebody’s salty tonight!

Sydney: Jesus Christ...

Aiello: Couldn’t have said it better myself, actually.

Again, Scorpio writhes as Malone’s salt seeps into the open wounds, gritting his teeth to try and get through the pain as Malone finally stops rubbing it in. She rolls off Scorpio and gets back in the ring, sitting on the middle rope as if to goad ‘The S-Factor’ into coming back in. However, Scorpio crawls to the ring apron and reaches underneath, pulling out a Singapore cane!

The crowd boos feverishly as his eyes lock in with Melody’s, a sick smirk crossing his face as he rears back and lashes Malone with it, the tip connecting with her thigh and opening up a lengthy gash. Melody immediately grabs at it as she pulls back into the ring, Scorpio using his good leg to propel himself up onto the ring apron. He flourishes the Singapore cane as he steps through the ropes, his eyes locked on his adversary as she backs into a corner.

Before she can defend herself, Scorpio takes another swing, drilling Malone in the ribcage with the cane, splitting her open again and leaving her gasping for air. Scorpio keeps up the offensive, driving the cane into her ribs over and over as the crowd boos heartily.

Aiello: I’d have to imagine Melody’s dealing with some cracked ribs after those shots, she’s labouring.

Sydney: It’s still a nice rack… Wait, are we not talking about food?

Aiello: What are you watching?

Malone gasps for air as Scorpio goes back to work, ripping off the pad of the top turnbuckle directly above Melody’s head. The crowd continues its full-throated booing of ‘The S-Factor’ as he lines up Melody, who’s just getting to her feet. Scorpio sprints at full speed, leaping up at Malone and flinging her headfirst into the exposed turnbuckle with a Hurricanrana!

Malone crumples in the corner, her face a bloody mess as Scorpio looks to maintain control. He tosses the cane aside and rolls out of the ring, scrambling around the ring apron before finally locating his beloved Vidal! The crowd continues its booing as Scorpio rolls back into the ring with Vidal, looking ready to go for the kill in the opposite corner from Malone.

Aiello: We’ve seen this before…

Sydney: The man shines brighter than anyone in EWC right now, and Vidal proves it!

Scorpio crouches, poised to strike with Vidal as he licks his lips in anticipation. Malone finally gets to her feet in the corner and Scorpio charges forward with Vidal… BUT MELODY’S READY… A Standing Dropkick staggers ‘The S-Factor,’ making him drop Vidal and turn away… Malone charges forward…

Aiello: ROYAL TREATMENT! What impact, and possibly catching a bit of Vidal, too!

Sydney: LEAVE THE JEWELS ALONE!

The Forward Somersault Cutter plants Scorpio in the middle of the ring, a bit of his blood dripping onto Vidal as Malone scrambles to make the cover…

ONE!

…

TWO!

…

NOOOOO!!!

Scorpio gets a shoulder up, prompting some frustration from the Queen of EWC as she searches for answers. Eventually, it’s her turn to slide out of the ring and look frantically for something, eventually pulling out her gold-plated steel chair and a can of spray paint! The crowd slowly starts getting behind Malone as she shakes up the spray paint and applies it to the chair, eventually spelling out ‘SCORPIO’ with the paint!

Aiello: Oh, here we go! There certainly can’t be any good intentions with that, I wouldn’t think.

Ace King: This one isn’t about good intentions, as both have made it clear that this is incredibly personal, and once you’re in that mindset, you’re locked in, simple as that.

The crowd is behind Malone as she slides the chair into the ring under the bottom rope; meanwhile, Scorpio is just getting to his knees. Malone grabs the chair and gets to her feet, immediately flooring ‘The S-Factor’ with multiple chair shots to the spine!

Aiello: Melody’s brought an S-Factor of her own with the steel chair as her equalizer! You can see the frustration coming out with every swing, each impact more thunderous than the next!

Sydney: I mean, if she’s been frustrated, she should have just-

Ace King: Just stop there.

Aiello: ANYWAY, these shots are coming in fast and furious, and it looks like she’s not done!

Malone, breathing heavily and sporting bulging eyes, stands back and implores Scorpio to get up. As he does… CRACK! GOLD CHAIR SHOT TO THE SKULL!

Aiello: Good GOD, the impact on that was sickening!

Ace King: There was something personal behind each shot, no doubt about it!

Sydney: I think the Washington Nationals might need her tomorrow night.

Scorpio drops like a fly in the middle of the ring, and Malone falls on top of ‘The S-Factor’ for another pinfall attempt…

ONE!

…

TWO!

…

THR-NOOOOO!!!

The referee’s hand starts down for the third time, but Scorpio pushes her off and rolls out of the ring for a breather, much to the chagrin of the New Orleans crowd. Malone gets to her feet and surveys the situation, the crowd imploring her to do something big; after a few seconds, she runs the ropes to gain momentum… AND CRASHES INTO SCORPIO WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!!! Scorpio rolls away, but Malone remains on the pursuit as she gets up onto the ring apron before looking at the turnbuckle…

Aiello: What could she have in mind now?

Sydney: She knows she can’t win this outside the ring, right?

Ace King: Maybe not, but she can damn sure make a dent in Scorpio here.

Malone slowly scales the turnbuckle, pain coursing through every inch of her body as she balances herself at the top. After ensuring her footing, she leaps off going for a Double Stomp… BUT SCORPIO’S QUICKLY UP AND WAITING, CATCHING HER SQUARELY IN THE FACE WITH A HAIRSPRAY FLAMETHROWER!!!

Aiello: As resourceful as this is, it’s just sickening.

Sydney: I’ve heard of crashing and burning, but this is something else. Scorpio’s really thought of everything tonight.

Aiello: Either way, the heat’s been turned up in this encounter!

Ace King: They’d both walk through fire if it meant winning tonight, but now Melody’s gonna feel like she’s on fire herself.

Malone clutches her face and singed ends of her hair as ‘The S-Factor’ hastily rolls her back into the ring; not wasting any time, Scorpio runs the ropes to build up momentum, his arm outstretched as he goes for Glitterazi… Melody ducks, and Scorpio rebounds again… This time, Malone catches him… AND PLANTS HIM WITH A RANHEI IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING!

Aiello: WOW! A page out of the veteran’s book as the Queen of EWC hits Scorpio with his very own Paparazzi’s Flash onto her steel chair!

Ace King: Damn, a nice bit of cunning from Mel in yet another coming-of-age moment.

Sydney: Watch your mouth.

The crowd is rather solidly behind Melody at this point; sensing she has an opportunity, Malone pushes her gold chair away, then drags herself over to the nearest corner with Scorpio in a prone position. Rather precariously, she secures her footing on the previously exposed top turnbuckle…

Aiello: High-risk, high-reward here. What does she have left in the tank?

Sydney: Bet she has some double gold in there…

Ace King: Connecting here would all but end it, I’d have to think.

Malone gets herself set, then as Scorpio starts to stir, she leaps forward to attempt Off With Their Head… Scorpio adjusts… AND HITS A DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER!!!

Ace King: JEEEEEESUS!

Sydney: SHEER BRILLIANCE!

Aiello: Turns out Scorpio’s got some tricks in his book, too, hitting Melody with her very own Crowning Achievement!

Malone bounces backward from the impact of the move, the crowd booing lustily as Scorpio taps a finger to his temple, crawling over to the fallen Malone and hooking her leg…

ONE!

…

TWO!

…

THRE-NOOOOO!!!

Aiello: HOW THE HELL IS SHE STILL IN THIS?!?!

Ace King: What resilience, this one’s not over, not by a longshot.

Sydney: SHE SHOULD BE GOOD AT GOING DOWN, DAMNIT!

Somehow, Malone is barely able to get a shoulder up, breaking the count and further enraging Scorpio, who immediately gets into referee John Dean’s face about the count. As this is happening, Malone rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and flings the apron up high.

Aiello: What could she possibly be planning now?

Ace King: Who knows? Desperate times call for desperate measures, after all.

Sydney: Speaking of desperate, keep it in your pants.

Ace King: I’m just gonna leave that alone.

Sydney: How noble, the Queen thanks you.

Malone gets on her knees and reaches out, eventually pulling a table out from underneath the ring! She slides it under the bottom rope while Scorpio continues to argue with John Dean. As she’s about to follow the table into the ring, she seems something out of the corner of her eye and quickly tosses it into the ring… A BLOW TORCH!

Aiello: It’s about to get hot in here! Scorpio used that blow torch to light his hairspray flamethrower earlier, and now the Queen of EWC has some bad intentions of her own!

Sydney: Ace, please don’t take off your clothes.

Ace King: You heard that a lot growing up, didn’t you?

Malone slowly gets the table set up near one of the turnbuckles; only now does Scorpio catch a glance at what she’s doing and launches himself headlong at the Queen of EWC, connecting with a Flying Crossbody! ‘The S-Factor’ is quickly back to his feet as Malone slowly comes back to her senses; he sees the table behind him, and a small smirk crosses his face as he lifts Malone to her feet, his hands clasping her face as he screams “WAS THIS ALL WORTH IT?!?!” right at her as he gets her in position…

Aiello: AGR time? We’ve seen this move put down countless competitors in the past.

Sydney: But this new Scorpio’s even better, so if he hits this, good night won’t just be tonight!

He goes to leap forward for his AGR, but Malone leaves the ground first… REVERSING THE AGR INTO THE USURPER!!! She goes for the surprise cover, flinging her feet up on the middle rope for more leverage…

ONE!

…

TWO!

…

THREE!

…

NOOOOO!!!

SOMEHOW, Scorpio kicks out with John Dean’s hand mere millimetres from completing the three-count! Malone falls on her knees, shrieking at the referee’s count as her eyes pop out of her head. Malone is back to her feet first, though Scorpio isn’t far behind; ‘The S-Factor’ keeps his eyes locked on Malone as he reaches for Vidal in the corner…

Aiello: Oh boy, here we go again!

Sydney: Scorpio wanted Melody’s blood mixed in with Cyrus’s, and here’s his chance!

With Vidal in hand, Scorpio rushes headlong at Malone, swinging with all his might… BUT HE MISSES! Malone trips him up on the way through, then scrambles to get ‘The S-Factor’ in a headlock. She reaches with her foot for her gold chair, positioning it just right… NIGHTMARE FUEL ONTO THE GOLD CHAIR!!!

Aiello: My word, the thud on that was sickening!

Sydney: He’ll get up from that.

Scorpio’s out cold in the middle of the ring, but instead of covering, Malone doesn’t look satisfied as she reaches into the pockets of her shorts to retrieve lighter fluid, which she immediately douses the still-standing table with! The crowd is mixed as she spies the blow torch; she grabs it and, after a couple tries, successfully sets the table ablaze!

Aiello: Could Scorpio see history repeat itself here, ladies and gentlemen?

Ace King: That heat’s not a fun place to be.

Sydney: You sound like you’re in heat.

With the table burning behind her, Malone looks around frantically before eventually locating her crown! She rolls out of the ring to retrieve it, then puts it on her head once she’s back between the ropes. She grabs Scorpio’s arm, dragging him toward the corner immediately behind her as he’s starting to come to. Malone perches herself on the top turnbuckle, the burning table in her sights… She launches herself, rotating in mid-air… then PLANTS HER FEET AND SENDS SCORPIO THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE!

Aiello: NOBLE PURSUIT! NOBLE PURSUIT!

Ace King: I don’t know where she found the strength to pull that off!

Sydney: Looks like the Queen may reign once more.

Scorpio is broken within the smoky table splinters as Malone, having used the rest of her energy to complete the Tornado Suplex, slowly crawls over and drapes an arm over The S-Factor’s chest…

ONE!

…

TWO!

…

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… ‘THE QUEEN OF EWC’... MELODY MALONE!!!

The New Orleans crowd offers a mixed reaction, though it’s primarily cheering as Malone rolls off Scorpio, finally getting a moment to catch her breath.

Aiello: She’s done it! This was a match that could have gone either way, but in the end, ‘The Queen of EWC’ retains her spot on the throne, with a date at Wrestlefest to the east!

Sydney: That was pure hell on both competitors, and I love it.

After a couple minutes, Cremé tends to Scorpio as John Dean helps Melody to her feet, raising her arm as she adjusts the crown atop her head with the other, intensity still etched on her face as we cut to...

The Collision Course
Triple Threat Match (for the EWC International Championship)

Iggy Swango
VS Gabrielle Visconty

VS Cyrus Black (C)

We return to ringside where We have the Main Event for the International Championship with the Challengers Iggy Swango and Gabi Vee looking to dethrone Cyrus.

Aiello: This is sure to be a great match, a triple threat for the International Championship? No matter who comes out on top it’ll be one for the ages.

Sydney: Three of the best, I’m looking to see who utilizes the fact it’s a triple threat first though. Can’t exactly get disqualified.

Amsler: Oh yeah, Sydney because that’s just al-fucking-right to do even in a triple threat. That’ll cause bitching and it’s not like we need more of that.

Dobrev: The following match is a triple threat match for the International Championship! Joining us first.

Dobrev: Standing in at five feet seven inches tall, weighing at one hundred and forty-five pounds, from San Francisco, California.... IGGY SWANNNNGGGGOOOOOO!!!!!!

“3’s & 7’s” by Queens of the Stone Age hits the arena as the lights dim low before strobing between red and the pitch blackness of the arena. Just as the loud guitar riffs echo throughout the arena the lights starts pulsing red and Iggy Swango emerges from behind the curtain as smog engulfs her. She stands at the top of the stage for a few moments as she nods her head to the rhythm of the music.

Iggy starts bouncing on the stage and rocking out with an air bass playing along with the music before making her way down the ramp. She throws the devil horns with her hands and sticks out her tongue taunting her fans as Red and Black confetti streamers come raining down from above on her way down to the ring. Iggy rolls under the bottom rope and pops up on her knees in the middle of the ring. She slowly stands her to her feet before raising her hands into the air.

Dobrev: Next to make her way to the ring.

”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.

Dobrev: And finally standing at 6’2 inches weighing in at 230 pounds he is the Undisputed and International Champion...CYRUS BLACK!
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 and the Undisputed championship over his shoulder as he 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 casually leans against the ropes, with a cheesy grin on his face.

Aiello: Let’s get this thing going, this is going to be a great match between three great competitors.

DING DING DING

The three competitors look at one another none of them wanting to make the first move, that is until an unlikely partnership to start out the match forms between Iggy and Gabi Vee to go after Cyrus and force a two on one. The two ladies begin punching and stomping Cyrus until he falls to the mat and is able to get some room to roll out of the ring, both women hoping that this has put Cyrus out of the mix for a little while. The two women look at one another in the middle of the ring and each one goes for a tie-up, they get into one but Iggy is the first one to break it as she sends a knee to the gut of Gabi Vee. The fierce competitor who is clearly determined to get the title back lifts the head of Gabi Vee up and sends multiple European Uppercuts to Gabi backing her up into the ropes. Getting the early advantage over her, Iggy whips Gabi across the ring, Gabi hits the ropes and rebounds to Iggy going for a big boot but Gabi is able to duck it! She quickly stops and turns around grabbing Iggy and hitting her with a big Belly-to-Back Suplex! Not wasting a second, Gabi quickly slides on top of Iggy going for an early win.

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Before the ref can even get close to two Iggy is able to get a shoulder up. Gabi gave the ref a long look before getting her focus back onto Iggy who had slowly gotten to a knee while Gabi wasn’t paying attention. A smirk came across Iggys face as Gabi turned around and Iggy hit a big clothesline knocking Gabi down. This time it was Iggy that went for a pin attempt

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The exact same result that happened to Gabi happened to Iggy, she was not able to get two which frustrated Swango.

Aiello: A nice exchange between these two women. Cyrus needs to get up though.

Sydney: The way this is going Cyrus will be out this before you know it.

Amsler: Cyrus could already lose this match come on dude. Or Melody must have that much of an effect on him.

Iggy goes to pick up Gabi but is met by a dropkick from Cyrus instead! Cyrus gets up and turns around to grab Gabi who has gotten up and hits her with a T-Bone Suplex and hooks the leg for a pin!

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Cyrus quickly gets up and grabs Iggy around her waist then picks her up and hits a german suplex! He pops his hips and hits a second, he keeps ahold, pops his hips and hits a third straight German Suplex! Cyrus quickly pops up after the suplex and turns around where he is met by Gabi with a big springboard clothesline! Gabi hops up and picks Cyrus up and hits another Belly-to-Back suplex! Gabi looks to find Iggy and sees her outside of the ring she starts to walk over to the edge of the ring and is met hard by a chair shot! This causes Gabi to fall back and hit the mat hard. Iggy climbs into the ring after dropping the chair. She sees Gabi isn’t moving and waits for Cyrus to get up. As he does she runs and goes for a big boot but misses! Cyrus immediately grabs her from behind and hits a Tiger Suplex!

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Iggy is barely able to get out of it. Cyrus slaps his hand on the mat afterwards looking at the ref. Black hops up though and walks over towards Gabi who is still down from the chair shot. Cyrus reaches down and grabs the ankle of Gabi and twists it locking in a strong ankle lock! Gabi reaches for the ropes but there is no rope break! Cyrus keeps the lock in wanting Gabi to tap. Vee shakes her head to not tapping and tries to get out of it anyway she can but it’s unsuccessful. She still refuses to tap though. Cyrus makes sure he keeps the lock on but Iggy has slowly recovered she comes up behind Cyrus and pushes him hard in his back causes him to release the hold. After the push Cyrus turns around and is met with a spinning roundhouse kick sending him hard to the mat! Iggy drops to the mat and hooks his inside leg going for a pin.

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Gabi breaks the pin up! She still isn’t fully recovered from the ankle lock but she had enough awareness to be able to break up the pin and stop Iggy from winning the title.

Aiello: This is starting to be a great match between these three. Don’t think there’s a favorite.

Sydney: That was a nice chair shot by Iggy there, helped her get some offense going.

Amsler: Oh come on that's cheap and you know it. But who am I to say someone that used dirty tactics? You’re so great with them.

Gabi grabs at her ankle afterwards clearly still hurting as Iggy holds her back where Gabi hit her as she rolls off of Cyrus. It takes a few seconds but Iggy is the first one to move as Cyrus has rolled over to the ropes. Gabi is second to get to her feet clearly still limping though. Cyrus has slowly gathered himself as he gets to a knee. Grabs her and tries to go for a fisherman suplex and hits it! She gets the bridge and tries to go for a pin but Cyrus who was laying in wait runs over to Iggy and stomps her in her stomach breaking it up. Cyrus picks Iggy up and rolls her out of the ring before putting his focus on Gabi. Knowing about her previous shoulder injury, Cyrus grabs her arm and gets her in an armbar! Cyrus gets the armbar locked in deep and pulls at her shoulder knowing that she can’t take much of this. Cyrus not really paying attention as he keeps the armbar in doesn’t notice Iggy is slowly climbing up the turnbuckle, clearly tired but she gets her bearings and jumps off the turnbuckle hitting a diving leg drop that hits both Cyrus and Gabi! Iggy rolls away though after it and is unable to capitalize right away after the drop. She finally is able to slowly crawl over towards Gabi who got the brunt of it and throws an arm over her.

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Cyrus breaks it up! He is able to throw Iggys’ arm off of Gabi at the last second. Cyrus gets up and picks Iggy up as well. They exchange a few blows before Cyrus can get the advantage over Iggy. Gabi meanwhile has gotten up though she is hurting and sees that Cyrus has the advantage over Iggy and lets things go for the moment. Cyrus is able to hit a Belly-to-Belly suplex but afterwards Gabi whips Cyrus into the corner followed by a handspring back elbow smash! Cyrus falls to the mat in a hump she sees that Iggy is recovering and jumps onto the top rope with a springboard forearm! Gabi quickly gets up and is clearly hyped up now. She makes her way to the turnbuckle still limping and holding her shoulder a bit but is able to climb up it. She looks down at Iggy who hasn’t moved and hits the Angelbomb! (Spiral Tap) Gabi immediately goes for the cover after hitting it.

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Gabi moves as she sees Cyrus coming to break it up and gets up. Cyrus hits Iggy with an elbow into the gut and Gabi quickly moves outside of the ring onto the apron. She jumps up onto the top rope and springboards once again and hits a diving clothesline!

Aiello: Gabi has really taken control in this match after being in trouble a couple times early.

Sydney: I could see her coming back and winning this.

Amsler: What you in love with the pink hair Amsler? Maybe go marry her eh?

Gabi quickly gets up after the clothesline as she clearly feels she’s primed to win this match. Being both Cyrus and Iggy are down Gabi pins Cyrus.

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Somehow Gabi looks at Cyrus and can’t believe that Cyrus kicked out so she focuses her attention back to Iggy and hooks her leg.

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Gabi slams her hands on the mat not believing that she didn’t get the pin on either on! Gabi gets up and turns around to look at Cyrus who’s gotten up at this point. And sees his boot which she ducks! After the miss his leg ends up hitting the turnbuckle which he immediately grabs his thigh!

Iggy gets up and sees what happens she looks at Gabi who has a smirk on her face. Gabi not really paying attention at this moment doesn’t notice Iggy had gotten up. Iggy yells at her before connecting finally with a huge big boot! Iggy also sees that Cyrus has fallen down into a perfect position. She steps back a bit and she runs and hits Cyrus with a big running hip attack! Iggy quickly walks back over to Gabi and picks her up. She puts her head between her legs and hits her with the Non-Zero Possibility! (Snap Suplex.) she immediately pins her once again.

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Out of nowhere Cyrus comes flying through the air and hits a diving headbutt breaking the pin!

Aiello: Cyrus saving the match!

Sydney: Cy just give it up already.

Amsler: Hey, maybe Melody won’t have to take his only belt come Wrestlefest!

Cyrus gets up and notices both are still down. He looks at both of them and then focuses his attention onto Iggy who he walks over towards and gets down on the mat besides and grabs her to lock her in the Papa Don’t Preach! (Modified Bridging Arm Triangle Choke.) Cyrus keeps on the hold and locks it in tight. Gabi slowly starts to get up but is too late as Iggy taps!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via Submission and STILL International Champion Cyyrruss Blaaackkkk

Cyrus raises the belt and stands in the middle of the ring holding it above his head.

Aiello: Cyrus does what we’re used to him doing and retains the belt. He remains a double champ!

Sydney: Cyrus still double champ? Can someone beat this guy already?

Amsler: Cyrus retains but you know he was supposed to be up against all these damn odds.

Aiello: I can only imagine Gabi's frustration, once again seeing the title slip through her fingers. But at the end of the night, Cyrus Black has pulled through and retained the title in what was an absolute barnburner of a match! Can anyone defeat Cyrus before WrestleFest, or are we seeing the beginnings of a new record title run? On top of that, how will he contend with Melody Malone getting ready for her shot at the Undisputed Championship? The up and comers of EWC have shined tonight, but now the road to WrestleFest begins its home stretch. For Cid Sydney and Sarah Amsler, I'm Joe Aiello wishing you a good night from New Orleans!

Cyrus continues to celebrate with the belt, a disappointed look on both Iggy and Gabi's face as the show fades to black.

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SEGMENT WRITERS

MERCENARY
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Queen Melody
Ibuki Ito
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Jason Rayne /PARAMOUNT
William Manson

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MATCH WRITERS

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WRITER: @straightshooter

MATCH TWO
WRITER: @straightshooter

MATCH THREE
WRITER: @cyrusblack

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MATCH EIGHT
WRITER: PRIME

MATCH NINE
WRITER: Ace King

MATCH TEN | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Kendrick Kross

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RECAP OF WINNERS

SPIN THE WHEEL, MAKE THE DEAL
(X-DIVISION IRON MAN MATCH)
JASON RAYNE VS ALLEN ANDERSON
WINNER (2 Falls to 1): ALLEN ANDERSON
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SINGLES MATCH
"THE MILLENNIAL ONE" PRESTON DRAKE VS DALILAH ASHE
WINNER VIA PINFALL: PRESTON DRAKE

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SINGLES MATCH
PHOENIX WINTERBORN VS STEPHANIE "CLOUD" MATSUDA
WINNER VIA PINFALL: STEPHANIE MATSUDA

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"THE ANIMAL" SAMUEL McPHERSON VS TANJA DEVEREAUX

WINNER VIA PINFALL: SAMUEL MCPHERSON

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TAG TEAM TURMOIL
BULLET HELL VS LUNCH TIME VS S.T. (JACKIE "BANDIT" LAYTON & "PSYCHO" SAOIRSE MAGUIRE) VS THE RISING TIDE (JFS & STALKER)
WINNER(S): LUNCH TIME
ELIMINATION ORDER:
- LUNCH TIME DEF. BULLET HELL VIA PINFALL
- LUNCH TIME DEF. S.T. VIA PINFALL
- LUNCH TIME DEF. JFS & STALKER (PINNED) VIA PINFALL

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MATT ANGEL VS VANITA THOMPSON
WINNER VIA PINFALL: VANITA THOMPSON

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DARIUS VS SAMANTHA "TITANESS" HAMILTON
WINNER: SAMANTHA HAMILTON

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FATAL FOUR WAY, GOLDEN TICKET MATCH
AZUMI GOTO [N/S] VS ALEX "BULLET" CARBAJAL VS WES WALKER VS KILLJOY ITO
WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: KILLJOY ITO

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NO DQ MATCH
SCORPIO VS MELODY MALONE
WINNER VIA PINFALL: MELODY MALONE

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TRIPLE THREAT FOR THE EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP
IGGY SWANGO VS GABRIELLE VISCONTY VS CYRUS BLACK
WINNER VIA SUBMISSION (AND STILL EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION): CYRUS BLACK

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