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After the performance we cut to a few more tweets about WrestleFest:
From that we cut back to Joe Aiello.
Aiello: Well folks, we are just minutes away from our main event of the evening. Melody Malone, winner of the 2019 EWC Rumble, gets her shot at the Undisputed Championship against Cyrus Black on Monday...but first, she and her partner Iggy Swango defend the Tag Team Championship against Meat and Tater from FSW, as the Even Foxier Ladies of the Dream Sound Revolution, Part Deux take on Lunch Time!
With that we cut to the main ring, where the ring crew is getting everything set for our main event!
8:00 PM Main Event Tag Team Championship Lunch Time Vs America’s Most Hated
Aiello: Alright, everybody! It's time for the Main Event of day number one! It's going to be hard to top today's action, but we have three more opportunities coming at you!
Amsler: As long as Cid showers I will be happy.
Sydney: Bullocks! I smell fantastic!
Aiello: It's the Tag Team Championship match between Lunch Time and America's Most Hated, more specifically Iggy Swango and Melody Malone. Also known as The Even Foxier Ladies of Dream Sound Revolution: Part Deux!
Amsler: I've been waiting for this match for awhile. I adore Lunch Time, guys.
Sydney: Those fat, overhyped slobs? These two ladies from America's Most Hated are about to do short work with the tubby blokes!
Aiello: Let's not waste anymore time. Nina! Take it away!
Dobrev: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is for the Extreme Wrestling Corporation Tag Team Championships!
"Everybody Wants Some" begins blaring throughout the Arles Amphitheatre 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: Introducing first... coming down the aisle at a combined weight of six hundred and forty-two pounds! MEAT! TATER! They are LUNCH TIME!
Meat and Tater get into the ring and now both men are tossing rolls into the crowd. Tater takes his wicker basket and throws it towards the front row. They bounce off of the ropes and do a massive chest bump in the middle of the ring as their theme fades out.
Aiello: This is an interesting duo. However, they've been pretty successful since arriving in the EWC.
Sydney: They enter tonight with one blemish on their record. One that, I am sure, they would love to have back.
Amsler: These guys may have lost to the makeshift team of Robbie Rayder and Ezio DeLuca, but they have also come out on record and said that they are unphased by that loss. We will see here very shortly.
"Rock Show" by Halestorm begins playing throughout the Amphitheatre.
Little girl You like it loud Come alive in the middle of a crowd You wanna scream You wanna shout Get excited when the lights go down
On cue, the lights in the Arles Amphitheatre dim.
At the rock show You'll be right in the front row Heart and soul, they both know It’s where you gotta be
After these lyrics, Melody Malone and Iggy Swango make their way out from the back to a mixed reception. Many are jeering Melody Malone, but many are cheering Iggy Swango. Regardless, they both stand at the top of the stage with aviators on their faces and the Tag Team Championships around their waists as they nod their heads and high five at the top of the ramp. They begin to make their way to the ring.
Dobrev: And their opponents... they are the Extreme Wrestling Corporation Tag Team Champions... IGGY SWANGO AND MELODY MALONE... THE EVEN FOXIER LADIES OF DREAM SOUND REVOLUTION: PART DEUX!!!
They simultaneously jump up onto the ring apron and climb through the ropes. They part ways and head to the ropes on opposite sides of the ring. They each step one foot on the middle rope and put their arms in the air. They throw their aviators into the crowd and meet back in the center of the ring. They unsnap the Championships and raise them in the air as they stand back-to-back.
Aiello: These two ladies have not had as many opportunities to perform as a team as they would like, but when it mattered most they have delivered!
Sydney: As we mentioned before with Cyrus Black, however, you have to wonder how focused Melody Malone is on this match!
Amsler: And Iggy Swango has spent the better part of the last month under suspension due to her overindulgence of piña coladas and her inability to perform in the ring. Will we see any ring rust against the biggest team that they have faced at this point?
DING DING DING
Tater and Iggy Swango will start this one out. Before they lock up, Tater puts a finger up into the air and rushes to the outside.
Aiello: Where is this guy going?
Sydney: I haven’t the foggiest!
Tater reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a shaker bottle filled to the brim with a white liquid. He slides back into the ring and puts his hand out with the shaker bottle.
Amsler: I… I think Tater is trying to… bribe? Iggy Swango with piña colada!
Sydney: He’s found her Achilles Heel and we are only twenty seconds into this match!
Iggy laughs and then slaps the shaker bottle out of Tater’s hand and into the front row.
Aiello: Well, we are seeing right now that Iggy Swango took her suspension seriously!
Amsler: And one lucky fan has a well-mixed cocktail for the duration of this match!
His offering having been rejected, Tater grabs Swango and shoves her backwards hard and to the mat. Swango gets up and runs at Tater with a clothesline. Tater ducks. Swango bounces off of the ropes. Tater turns around and Swango jumps high into the air and drives her posterior right into Tater’s face! Tater drops to his back. Swango turns around and jumps, trying to drive her backside into his chest. Tater catches Swango and slips out of it between her legs. He grabs her ankles and flips her onto her face. Tater drops an elbow to the back of Swango’s head. He sits up into a seated position and puts Swango into a reverse chinlock. He’s close enough to Meat and reaches up and tags Meat into the match. Meat enters the ring and runs across to the opposite ropes. When he returns he delivers a low dropkick right to Swango’s face. Tater releases the chinlock and rolls out of the ring. Meat flips Swango over and covers her.
ONE! . . . TWO!! . Malone is in the ring and breaks the pinfall up. Meat gets up to his feet and looks at Malone, who isn’t in the mood for shenanigans. The two jaw at each other for a second before Meat reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of… uncooked hot dogs?! He throws them in Malone’s direction and one slaps her across the face. Irate, Malone tries to get at Meat, but the referee holds her back. Meat turns around right into a mule kick from Iggy Swango that might be south of the border!
Aiello: This match is already getting way out of control!
Sydney: Anytime hot dogs are introduced it’s bound to be wild, mate!
Swango gets to her feet. She knows she can’t lift the big man on her own. She walks over to her corner and tags Malone into the match. The two of them head over to Meat and lift him high into the air, dropping back into a double flapjack! Malone covers Meat as Swango exits the ring.
ONE! . . . TWO!! . Easy kickout after two. Malone and Meat are both up to their feet. Malone goes for a jumping snapmare, but Meat uses his strength and pulls her up to his shoulders in an electric chair position. He walks over and tags Tater into the match, who heads up to the top. Tater leaps off for a Doomsday Device, but before this happens Malone leans backwards and turns it into a poison-rana on Meat! Tater comes crashing to the mat after missing the clothesline. Both big men are down! Malone walks over to her corner and tags Swango back into the match. Swango climbs up to the top turnbuckle and drives a double-knee drop into Tater’s chest! She covers!
ONE! . . . TWO!! . . . THREE! NO! Meat JUST BARELY broke up the pinning attempt!
Aiello: Some very impressive teamwork by Swango and Malone, so far. They are completely outmatched size-wise and they are holding their own.
Amsler: They aren’t the Tag Team Champions for no reason, Joe!
Malone runs at Meat and drops him to the mat with a bulldog! She props Meat up in the corner on the bottom turnbuckle. She grabs Tater and props him up in the opposite corner. She looks at Iggy and yells “DO YOUR THING!” Swango is up to her feet. She sprints at Meat and nails him with a running hip attack! She sprints across the ring and does the same to Tater! She does it again to Meat! And then to Tater! The crowd counts along with every rep!
Again to Meat!
Again to Tater!
Again to Meat!
Again to Tater!
Again to Meat!
Again to Tater!
Swango stops in the middle of the ring to catch her breath as both members of Lunch Time slump down onto the mat. The crowd is going absolutely wild for Iggy Swango!
Aiello: Iggy Swango is on fire!
Amsler: She’s kicking some serious ass… with her ass!
Swango walks over to Tater, the legal man, and picks him up off of the mat. She hooks him up for the Non-Zero Possibility! Tater grabs her legs and sweeps them out from underneath her and the back of her head hits the mat. Tater then falls to the mat himself. The referee begins to count both Tater and Swango out.
Aiello: As exhausted as Tater is from that barrage, he managed to escape the end there for a moment.
Sydney: But that young lass is pretty tired, herself. She just sprinted across the ring ten times full-speed! She’s got to be worn out!
Swango begins crawling to her corner towards Malone. Tater slowly crawls to his corner where Meat has finally made it to his feet on the apron.
Tater reaches up and tags Meat in! Malone and Swango smack hands! Malone and Meat rush into the ring. Meat goes for a clothesline and drops Malone. He goes for a leg drop, but Malone rolls out of the way. Malone is up and grabs Meat’s leg and arm. QUEEN’S GRACE! Malone has the Queen’s Grace locked in on the big man!
Sydney: She’s got the Queen’s Grace locked in! Will the big man tap out?!
As Meat struggles to reach the ropes, Tater is on his feet and into the ring. Swango enters the ring and runs at Tater. She leaps up with a hip attack, but Tater catches her! Tater turns around and delivers a hard German suplex right on top of Melody Malone! The hold breaks and Swango rolls out of the ring and to the apron.
Aiello: Tater just barely saves the match! Lunch Time has been on the ropes this entire time and the two members of America’s Most Hated have looked very strong!
Sydney: But they still haven’t put the challengers away!
Amsler: No matter who wins this match, it’s been a great ending to our first night in Arles!
Tater grabs Melody Malone and lifts her to her feet. He positions her into the middle of the ring. Meat is up to his feet. The two put their arms in the air and sprint at Malone. CRUNCH TIME! Malone drops to the mat. Meat covers!
ONE! . . . TWO!! . . . THRE-NO! Iggy Swango grabbed the referee’s foot and pulled him away from the pinfall!
Aiello: Lunch Time was so close to being the Tag Team Champions! Iggy Swango did whatever she had to do right there to save the Championships!
Sydney: And the referee does not like it! He’s threatening disqualification!
Tater comes over to the referee and puts his hands in the air and waves them wildly about. He’s begging for this to not end in a disqualification! Who could blame him?! The referee motions for the match to continue! Tater exits the ring. Swango exits the ring. And we are back to Malone and Meat as the legal participants! Meat picks Malone up off of the mat and walks her to his corner. He tags in Tater. Malone gets a surge of energy and dropkicks Tater off of the apron before he can get into the ring. She then rears back and slaps the everliving hell out of Meat! Meat’s eyes light up like a wild man!
Sydney: Uh oh! Looks like she pissed the bloke off!
Aiello: Meat definitely did not like that!
Meat wildly flails his arms at Malone, connecting with rights and lefts. But he’s not the legal man. The referee works like hell to get Meat out of the ring. Malone crawls out of the corner and gets to her corner and tags Swango in. Malone is to her feet. Tater is off of the floor and slides under the bottom rope.
Aiello: Tater and Iggy Swango are legal now, but I am not sure Tater saw the tag to Iggy Swango!
Tater runs over to Malone and drops a leg on the back of her head. He picks her up off of the mat and puts her up into the electric chair. Meat has finally been forced to the outside and Tater tags him right back into the match. Meat climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Tater turns his back to Meat… SALAD TOSSER! Tater exits the ring. Meat covers Malone, but she’s not legal! Here comes Iggy Swango… DISCO WIZARD! DISCO WIZARD! Swango covers Meat!
ONE! . . . TWO!! . . . THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Dobrev: Here are your winners… and STILL Extreme Wrestling Corporation Tag Team Champions! MELODY MALONE AND IGGY SWANGO… THE EVEN FOXIER LADIES OF DREAM SOUND REVOLUTION: PART DEUX!!!!
Aiello: Wow! What a match! What an ending to our night!
Amsler: Lunch Time made a mistake and forgot who was legal and they paid dearly for it!
Sydney: And those two idiots go back to the States without gold!
“Rock Show” begins playing as the two ladies from America’s Most Hated kneel in the middle of the ring. Malone is a little worse for the wear from the Salad Tosser, but the referee hands them the Tag Team Championships and a grin spreads across her face. The two begin to celebrate their victory.
Aiello: What an absolutely incredible show we have had ladies and gentlemen. Its hard to convey the excitement that can be found and heard all around the Arles Amphitheatre. We have had something for everyone, all ages. Congratulations to Allen Anderson, Darius, Cyrus Black, Brett Bosa and American's Most Hated for picking up hard fought wins tonight. No Championships changed hands tonight .. the first night of the four day WrestleFest .. will the same ring true tomorrow? Be sure to come find out when WrestleFest XVII returns for Day Two .. tomorrow morning at 10AM. On behalf of all of us .. thank you for tuning in and we'll see you tomorrow!
The scene begins to fade with Melody and Iggy celebrating the win.
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LIVE! from the Arles Amphitheatre (Arènes d'Arles) in Arles, France
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Cid Sydney & Sandra Amsler
Announcer: Nina Dobrev Senior Referee: Toyo Yasahiro Referees: John Dean & Niklaus Forbes
"G.O.A.T" by Theory of a Deadman begins to blast throughout the Arles Amphitheatre
Video footage detailing historic events over the EWC's Twenty Two year history.
From March 1997 all the way down to the most recent Season Finales 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, Ace King 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 The Foxy Ladies of Dream Sound Revolution, Part Deux
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The energy in France is breathtaking as the early crowd is absolutely electrifying in their uproar of cheers.
Spotlights circle around the Arles Amphitheatre 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 Arles Amphitheatre 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.
Fireworks emit all around the Arles Amphitheatre and then all around the three rings while a fog machine covers the arena in a orange and yellow 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: Good morning ladies and gentlemen, we want to welcome to to day 2 of WrestleFest XVII! Yesterday was a huge night with a lot to talk about.
Sydney: We saw Cyrus Black retain his International Championship against Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton in what is already being called an instant classic.
Amsler: And then America's Most Hated would retain their World Tag Team Championships against Lunch Time in the main event.
Sydney: Today we have two more title matches on the table, and I am sure both will deliver. But let's start at the bottom of the card first.
Aiello: First up we have a tag team bragging rights match, Justin Paird & Phoenix Winterborn of MNB and FNR respectively Vs Ezio DeLuca & El Pablo of FSW and PRIME respectively. You know all four competitors will be looking to go out there and put forth a good effort and show their respective GMs they are ready for a good push next season.
Amsler: And after that we have Tanja Devereaux Vs Neveah. It's a cross-brand match with both women looking to win their final match of 2019.
Aiello: After that our first title match of the evening. Faith Rivers defends her EWC Television Championship against Jonty Kelly. The emotions are high in this one, both competitors have made it known loud and clear that this is their night to shine.
Sydney: And shine they will. After that match in our semi-main event of the night, the returning Morgan Darkwater takes on Clay Byrd. It's the pirate vs the cowboy and it'll be a hoss fight to remember!
Amsler: And then our main event, the rematch you hardcore fans have been waiting for. Matsuda. Reid. Weapon X match. EWC X-Division Championship hangs in the balance. To quote John Kramer from SAW II... "Oh yes, there will be blood."
Aiello: That's the rundown of today's card. Should be another fantastic round of matches as we close out this fantastic year for the EWC. We will be back to kick off the action right after this message from EWCTV.
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The Camera cuts to the food trucks and sitting in amongst them we see a small van that says “Haggis, Neeps ‘n’ Tatties - traditional Scottish food.”
Sitting at the side of the van are the Sons of Scotland, Hamish Campbell and his brother Campbell Campbell.
Hamish: A jist diney get it Campbell!! Naebody is eatin’ our Haggis sandwiches or pies!! They’ll no eat Haggis but they’ll eat frogs legs and snails...
Campbell: ...and squirrels tits!!!
Hamish: Wit? Naw Campbell a don’t think...
Campbell cuts him off.
Campbell: ...and a badgers peni....
Hamish slaps Campbell across the back of the head.
Hamish: NAW CAMPBELL!!! Ye are just shoutin’ out random things again!!
Hamish shakes his head and looks at the food truck beside them.
Hamish: The only thing that’s selling is that special Scottish spicy burger of yours Campbell! I didn’t even know that you could cook cause ye can’t read or write...
Campbell: Ah!! But ma burgers have a special ingredient in them.
Campbell reaches behind him and pulls out a bottle that reads ‘Tommy’s special sauce.’
Campbell: Tommy’s special sauce! See everyone thinks that it’s some kind a ketchup but it’s noo... it’s a special sauce I got from TOMMY LOVE!
Hamish: You mean to tell me that they burgers you’ve been sellin’ have got a secret Tommy Love sauce in them...
Campbell: Aye! Tommy makes it himself and he keeps coming back every couple of hours and supplying me with more of this sauce of his in a jar. A don’t even know what’s in it!! Here try it...
Campbell gets to his feet and runs behind the van. Seconds later he comes back with one of his burgers and hands it to Hamish who takes a big bite.
Hamish: Mmm... it’s kinda funky... and thick...
Tommy’s sauce drops from Hamish’s mouth.
Campbell: Aye it’s chunky!! It leaves a taste in your mouth for hours!
Hamish: How much of our profit is Tommy Love stealing from these burgers?
Campbell: That’s the best part!! Tommy doesn’t want anything for it! We’re getting his sauce for free... under two conditions... one I don’t tell anyone that he made the sauce and two I send free complimentary burgers, with lots of his sauce in them, to every member of the EWC roster that’s at Wrestlefest and to the GM’s of all four brands!!! People love them. It’s a win win situation Tommy said.
Hamish: Nice brother... Tommy’s secret sauce... who knew he was a cook eh?
Campbell: A know! Did ye see him yesterday? Swinging his wee tallywacker around the stage!
Hamish and Campbell burst into a fit of giggles as Hamish takes another bite of the ‘Tommy Sauce’ burger.
This segment was brought to you by Tasty Tommy Sauce. For supply queries DM Tommy Love directly on Twitter at @memphistommy... females only.
We cut down the road. Foot traffic is a little light, as people are still waking up. We see both members of Lunch Time walking with their hands in their pockets. They're sleepy and a bit dejected.
Meat: This bites, man!
Tater: Yeah. I thought we had them. We were so close.
Meat: Oh well. What are we gonna do? Cry about it?
Tater: Nah, man! We got a Tag Team Title shot within months of arriving! We should be proud of ourselves.
Meat: Oh yeah! Yes sir!
Tater: We're still rookies in this business, too. We have a lot of time for a shot at those puppies.
Meat looks up and sees that they are near a local breakfast diner.
Meat: Hey man! Let's eat!
Tater: Yes please! I'm starving.
The two men walk into the diner. It's quiet, roughly a third full. They stand at the hostess podium and wait. After a moment or two, a hostess approaches them.
Hostess: Sit wherever you'd like, gentlemen. It's open seeding.
Meat and Tater pause. Meat does that comical thing where he sticks his pinky in his ear and acts like he's getting the wax out.
Meat: I'm sorry. "Open seeding?"
Hostess: Yes sir. It's open seating. Sit wherever you'd like.
Meat and Tater go and sit at a table in the corner.
Meat: I could have sworn she said "seeding."
Tater: Yeah, it sure sounded like that to me, too. That Tommy Love interview yesterday was disturbing!
While they talk, a waiter comes over and drops a couple of menus on the table.
Waiter: Good morning. My name is Tommy and I will be taking care of you this morning.
Both men of Lunch Time half-way jump out of their skin. They look up to see a late teen standing there with a notepad.
Tommy: - - - - may - - I get you gentlemen something to drink?
Meat: Coffee. Black, please.
Tater: Coffee with milk, please?
Tommy: You've got it. I'll be right back with that.
Tommy walks away as Meat and Tater look at each other.
Tater: Why is everything this morning reminding us of that nasty human being?
Meat: We are being punished for something, Tater!
They begin looking over the menu. After a couple of minutes, Tommy returns with their coffees and sets them on the table.
Tommy: Are you guys ready to order?
Meat: I think so. Tell me, Tommy. How are your cinnamon rolls?
Tommy: Some of the best in all of Europe!
Meat: I think we'll go with a dozen cinnamon rolls.
Tommy: You got it. Anything else?
Meat: No, thank you.
Tommy walks away to put their order in. The two men sip their coffee and sit in silence for a bit. They look around, observe the details of the diner. Tommy comes at some point to refill their coffee mugs. This goes on for about seven minutes before Tommy finally arrives with their cinnamon rolls.
Tommy: Alright, gentlemen. Hot cinnamon rolls with the warmest, gooiest icing you'll find in these parts. Especially with our special guest chef. It's one of his specialties.
Tater: Oh, nice. You guys bring in special guest chefs?
Tommy: Well, he's just in for WrestleFest. Came a long way just for this event. But Chef Love is the real deal.
Both members of Lunch Time push their chairs backwards and away from the table. They look at the warm icing on the cinnamon rolls with terror.
Meat: Nope. No no. This is a prank, right? "Chef Love?"
Tater: I can't handle this anymore. I need something NOT gooey.
Meat: And something that doesn't look like semen.
Lunch Time stands up. Tater drops two $20 bills on the table. They rush out of the restaurant. Celebrity Chef Tim Love comes out from the kitchen and stands next to Tommy.
Chef Love: My cinnamon rolls were THAT bad?!
Tommy: I don't know, chef. That was certainly strange.
The scene fades out to where The Struts are performing on the stage area
The cameras are backstage as Jenna Salvatore is seen in the parking lot. Fans gather around as a limo pulls up, the car door staying shut.
Jenna Salvatore: Guys and girls, it's been a fun ride so far as we're just kicking off our second day of Wrestlefest in what's sure to be one of, if not, the greatest event in EWC history. The celebrities are out and about today, as well as former EWC Hall of Famers. Day 2 promises to bring you many more surprises, and it looks as if one just pulled in now. Please welcome our next guest... Rafe White?
Indeed, the Prime upstart steps out from the vehicle, looking bigger in stature and sporting a new trim. The crowd seem indifferent about him, but he shakes his head as he sees the camera.
Rafe White: Who were you expecting?... An actor, who doesn't belong in this arena? An old timer, who's victories are long since forgotten? That's sadly, a problem, with sports these days.
Rafe looks around to see photo cameras go down, the media seeming less interested in him, and Jenna looking concerned.
Jenna Salvatore: Well, uh, Mr. White, could you elaborate on what you mean by that? Where have you been?
Rafe White: It's as plain as day... it's a spectacle now. Glory, that hasn't been earned, is put on display for the world too see. A corporation using it's power to monopolize all combat sports. It's a passion turned into profit. It's sickening. It's why I needed time to recover... from this sickness.
Jenna shakes her head, disagreeing with Rafe's wild claims.
Jenna Salvatore: Is that a confirmation that you'll be returning to the EWC?
Rafe White: Yes... but I bring the Lord with me. He, at the end of the day, is the bigger piece of this puzzle to cure PRIME. He, was the one who spoke to me in my most recent match, and guided me towards the right path. As a soldier of his will, it was my only choice to hear him out. He spoke, in a voice so sweet, to take time away. Rebuild the foundation he used as a vessel, and become stronger. The weak... fragile, Rafe White, is no more. What you see is a man on a mission. A man who refuses to allow those beneath his faith tempt him in becoming one of them. These peasants around me are the poison I despise.
A man, clearly intoxicated, reaches over and tries to smack at Rafe, but with one clean shot, he turns around and smacks the man so hard he falls back. Jenna's about to cut it as the crowd becomes hostile, but Rafe grabs her arm to speak into the mic.
Rafe White: THIS! Allllllll of this! This is what I mean! You people refuse my message, but pray to be saved! When Judgement Day arrives, only loyal servants such as myself will be found on the glorious clouds! While you all burn in hell with your EWC mugs and t-shirts! You disgust me! Each and everyone of you!
Rafe begins shouting at those trying to argue against him, with the cameraman cutting the feed right before blows are thrown. We continue on with Wrestlefest!
Aiello: We received some footage earlier this morning with instructions to air it. The footage has been cued up so here it is.
The feed cuts to a pre-recorded piece from the Hospital Joseph Imbert on the outskirts of Arles in the middle of the night, with only the Moon illuminating the top of it.
Inside, a cameraperson navigates the hospital’s hallways, accompanied by EWC interviewer Brian Spade; after a couple minutes, they reach the room of Tyrone ‘T-Bone’ Barnes. An eerie silence fills the hallway, but inside, Ace King is seen as Tyrone’s bedside along with the rest of his King’s Court team, his eyes bloodshot and his cheeks streaky.
Ace King, whispering: I’m so sorry, T… This should never have happened…
The United States Champion bows his head, his body shaking as he holds T-Bone’s hand in his. Ace’s running mate at King’s Court, John Martin, steps forward and puts a comforting hand on Ace’s shoulder. Then, the doctor returns with test results.
Doctor: Il est dans un état stable, biensûr. Mais, Il reste ici pour minimum 24 heures, et puis on va lui réévaluer sur dimanche. Il sera peut-etre à 100 pour cent à ce temps-là.
Ace King: Merci, Docteur.
‘The Gambler’ takes his leave from the room, then sighs when he sees the EWC camera crew. He puts his hands on his hips and looks away from them for about 30 seconds; Spade finally musters the words to speak.
Brian Spade: Ace, I know this is a bad ti-
Ace King: A bad time? A BAD TIME? Go have two members of your family sent to hospital, THEN TELL ME ABOUT A BAD FUCKING TIME!
The United States Champion’s outburst catches everyone by surprise, including his mates inside. Ace props himself up against the window for support, trying desperately to compose himself.
Ace King: These kids, they’re my responsibility… In many ways, they’re my world… And that sonofabitch and his beard put his hands on them.
Ace wipes the residual tears from his eyes, the rage slowly building inside his body as he turns to Spade, ripping the microphone from his hand and imploring the cameraman to get closer.
Ace King: They put their hands on them, Brian. It’s one thing to come after me like that, but to do it to them? All in the name of sending a goddamn message? No man would dare do such a thing, but Scorpio? He’s proven he’s not a man. Only a gutless, yellow heathen would stoop so low as to attack the people he cares deeply about, all because of their selfish desire for 15 more minutes of fame because their own ran out years ago. Hardly becoming of the moniker of ‘Baddest Bitch of the Planet,’ if you ask me.
Ace wears a look of disgust as he mimics air quotes with the moniker, then takes a breath to collect his thoughts, his body trembling with rage as he turns his attention back to Spade.
Ace King: It’s like a drug to them, and they’ll do anything to get that extra little high. In their own minds, they’re brave, but the reality is they’re desperate for that last fix… And when you get desperate, that’s when you make mistakes, and Scorpio? You made the biggest mistake of your miserable fucking life tonight.
The United States Champion rips the microphone from Spade’s hand, his bloodshot eyes bulging as he stares down the barrel of the camera.
Ace King: Everybody knows your only game here is to try and make things personal, anything to try and get under the skin and inside the heads of the people who have what you want. For the most part, I’ve steered clear of getting baited into that trap… But on Sunday? It’s not about a record-setting reign anymore, and this is FAR beyond just the United States Championship… I just want to fight.
Ace’s upper lip curls into a nasty growl, his eyes never leaving the camera.
Ace King: In your mind, you’ve always been the star of the show, and as a result, you’ve been able to live a relatively consequence-free existence with little to no regard for anyone else around you. God knows you showed that with how you quickly left a good, strong woman like Georgie Nickles in the dust when she became a liability to you. You want to make on like you're the Baddest Bitch on the Planet? Well, I've never shied away from fancying myself the Baddest Man Alive, and I want nothing more than to prove it, no matter what it takes.
The United States Champion bows his head as he fights back tears, though his body still trembles as the rage threatens to overcome him.
Ace King: The second you and Crème put your hands on my students, these next two days became borrowed time, because when the bell rings and our 2 Out Of 3 Falls match begins… I’m going to hurt you, and every ounce of pain I inflict will be deserved. The pain they made my students feel tonight? I’m fucking throwing back ten-fold. I WILL NOT REST until I leave you, Scorpio, the kind of mess that no amount of make-up or plastic surgery will ever fully conceal... The kind of unrecognizable you already are to the rest of the world.
The United States Champion solemnly lets the microphone fall from his hands and crash to the floor, then slumps to the floor himself as he curls up tight and allows the tears to flow.
We then cut to the stage area where Shampoo have taken to the stage.
11:00 AM Show Open Tag Team Brand Bragging Rights MNB/FNR Vs FSW/PRIME Justin Paird & Phoenix Winterborn Vs Ezio DeLuca & El Pablo
We return to ringside where our commentary team seems fresh and ready after yesterday’s rollercoaster.
Aiello: I don’t know if my voice can take three more days of this, guys.
Sydney: Don’t be a wuss Joe. This is WRESTLEFEST! Bring your A game!
Amsler: Speaking of A game - we’re kicking off today with some brand warfare. Brawl and Rampage teaming up to take on FSW and Prime!
Dobrev: The following match is Tag Team Brand Bragging Rights match! Joining us first representing Friday Night Rampage, from the Windy city of Chicago, weighing in at 228 pounds ... PHOENIX WINTERBORN!
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 tag team partner, from the red brand on Brawl, hailing from Burlington Vermont, weighing in at 230 pounds ... “The Blessed” JUSTIN PAIRD!
As "Get Up" by Shinedown starts to play, Justin Paird rolls out onto the ramp in a wheelchair. He rolls down the ramp toward the ring, stopping once he's just outside it. He gets up out of the wheelchair and hobbles closer to the ring. As the chorus to his theme song hits ("Get up, get up!") Justin jumps up on the ring apron like he has two perfectly normal legs. The fans cheer for him as he tries his best to get them pumped up for the match about to happen.
Dobrev: And their opponents, introducing first, from Providence Rhode Island, weighing in at 244 pounds ... representing Future Stars.. EZIO DELUCA!
"Movin' On Up" by Primal Scream starts to play as Ezio appears on the entrance ramp. He winks at a few adoring fans in the crowd and picks out one lucky fan for a blown kiss. He climbs up the steps to the ring, smirking at the crowd as he slowly and carefully bends over through the top and middle ropes to enter. One final wink to the crowd and he carefully folds his feathery robe over the turnbuckle, ready to go.
Dobrev: And finally, from the Ikebukuro District of Tijuana England, weighing in at 195 pounds ... Representing Prime, he is the Technicolour Tecnico, and the Leader of the Rainbowlution… ELLLLL PABLOOOOOOOOOO!!!
”Party Hard” by Andrew WK begins and as the main riff kicks in, El Pablo bursts out through the curtain, tossing a palmful of Skittles into the air. His masked head hides beneath the hood of his self-promoting sleeveless sweatshirt, though a beaming grin is still plainly visible as the Technicolour Tecnico bounces down the ramp towards the ring, bantering and fist-bumping members of the crowd as he goes.
With his last couple of steps, EP's bouncing turns into a run, as he slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He pops to his feet, then hops over to one of the far corners of the ring, ascending the turnbuckles and tossing another helping of Skittles out into the crowd. After some more gesticulating, EP charges across the ring and repeats on the opposite side, before finally handing his hoodie over to a member of the ring crew and taking up position ready for the match to begin.
Aiello: Let’s get the brand warfare going!
DING DING DING
Winterborn and DeLuca begin in the ring as El Pablo and Paird take their respective corners. Phoenix and Ezio tie up, and Phoenix gains some ground with a wrist lock that Ezio quickly reverses on Winterborn before he breaks the hold and holds his hands up and catches Phoenix with a chop across the chest as he turns around. Ezio backs Phoenix into the ropes with multiple chops, before whipping him off of the ropes and catching him on the rebound with a dropkick. Ezio tags in El Pablo, trying to keep the team fresh as the technicolor technico slingshots himself into the ring as Ezio pulls Winterborn to his feet. El Pablo grabs hold of Winterborn, sitting out with a jawbreaker that sends Winterborn stumbling back and holding his mouth. Paird tags himself in on Winterborn’s back, coming into the ring fresh and charging at El Pablo before wrapping his arms around him and sending the smaller Volando flying with a belly to belly suplex.
Aiello: Here comes Paird!
Sydney: C’mon El Pablo, don’t let that guy toss you around!
Aiello: Aren’t you supposed to be impartial?
Amsler: Brand warfare isn’t impartial Joey boy.
El Pablo is back to his feet, Paird rushes him grabbing hold and looking to get him up into a fireman’s carry, but El Pablo manages to squirm free and wraps an arm around Paird’s neck before dropping down with a DDT. El Pablo kips up, running the ropes before hitting a low drop kick on Paird that sends him onto his back. Prime’s representative goes for a standing moonsault, but Paird rolls out of the way and El Pablo eats mat and gives Paird time to breathe. Justin is to his feet now, driving a couple of stomps into El Pablo before he hoists him up and holds him skyward before falling back with a stalling suplex that crashes both men down. Justin tags in Winterborn and both men come together as Paird drops down El Pablo with a scoop slam and Winterborn comes crashing off the top rope with a leg drop. He hooks the leg on El Pablo, but only manages a 2 count before the rainbowlution leader’s shoulder comes up. He pulls El Pablo back to his feet, feinting a swing before planting down a snap DDT. On the apron, Ezio DeLuca begins to pound on the turnbuckle, urging the crowd behind El Pablo who’s sent crashing to the mat with another suplex that Winterborn attempts to get yet another pinfall on.
Aiello: And Winterborn with a 2 count. Brawl and Rampage are on a tear!
Sydney: Yeah, real ‘impartial’ Joe.
Amsler: Oh can it Syd, he’s gotta take what he can get.
Winterborn tags Paird back in, and hits a spinning backfist on El Pablo, that spins him around right into a german suplex from Paird. Justin grabs hold of El Pablo’s legs, turning him over with a liontamer submission! El Pablo shrieks as Ezio stomps his foot, the crowd starting to rally behind El Pablo. El Pablo slowly pulls himself toward the ropes as Paird wrenches back the hold, but he gets close enough to the ropes to force the official to break the hold. El Pablo huffs on the mat, exhaustion clear on his face before he reaches into his tights and the crowd begins to come to their feet. He pulls a packet of skittles from his tights, ripping the package open and shoving a handful of candy into his mouth. El Pablo kips up, staring down Paird before he charges and leaps up with a frankensteiner that drops the ex-military man to the mat. El Pablo isn’t done there, he rushes the ropes and comes back with a springboard body press before mounting Paird with a flurry of elbow strikes. Paird attempts to block and protect himself, but El Pablo is relentless as the crowd roars in approval. El Pablo gets up, feeding off of the crowd’s energy before he turns and points down at Paird and suddenly… crashes out on the mat beside the downed Brawl representative.
Aiello: I… what?
Sydney: El Pablo with a sugar rush from those damn Skittles and he’s out like a light!
Amsler: Well ONE of these guys better get up, the official is already to a four count!
Paird shakes off the assault, slowly getting to his feet as the official reaches five and El Pablo also begins to stir. Paird goes for his corner, Winterborn eager to tag in as Ezio bounces on the outside of the ring with an outstretched hand. Justin makes the tag to Phoenix first, but before Phoenix can get his hands on El Pablo, he makes the leaping tag into the corner and in comes Ezio! DeLuca catches Winterborn with a shoulder block, stumbling back the oncoming Phoenix before Winterborn comes roaring off of the ropes for a clothesline. DeLuca ducks, turning and instead catching Phoenix with a leaping clothesline of his own that brings both men down to the mat. Ezio pops up with a roar, the crowd eager to get behind him as he crouches down low, looking for the spear of justice. He takes a run at Winterborn, but the veteran savvy of Phoenix shines as he drops down, grabbing the middle rope and DeLuca sends himself flying out of the ring and onto the mat outside. Ezio lands hard, and Winterborn takes a moment to gather himself before he exits the ring, grabbing hold of DeLuca as the official warns him of the count out. He drives a back spinning heel kick into Ezio’s chest, stumbling him back before he goes for a second one and DeLuca is stunned. He goes for the third and final kick of the Reign of Fire, but the crowd perks up with a roar as El Pablo comes flying from his corner with a shooting star press that takes both his partner and Winterborn out.
Aiello: EL PABLO!
Sydney: Everyone is down on the outside, and Paird is losing it in his corner!
Amsler: The official is up to three, it would be a travesty if this match ended in a double count out!
The official makes it to five before DeLuca is back to his feet, shaking off the effects of the rogue shooting star press as he rolls into the ring. He keeps an eye on Winterborn, who manages to get back into the ring at an eight count. El Pablo is back in his corner, and Winterborn is in his face with a point of his finger. El Pablo holds his hands up, arguing he technically didn’t get involved in the ring as Ezio has taken up a stance in the ring, just waiting for Winterborn to turn around. As he does, DeLuca takes him down with a 3pt stance clothesline before he starts to feel the energy from the crowd getting behind him. He waits for Winterborn to get back to his feet before leaping up with the PVD! Ezio hooks the leg as the referee slides into place and makes the final three count.
DING DING DING
Dobrev: And your winners, via pinfall, the team of EZIO DELUCA AND EL PABLOOOOO!
”Hard Time (Kretsen Remix)” by Seinabo Sey begins to play as Ezio gets back to his feet, joined in the ring by El Pablo as their arms are held aloft by the official. DeLuca then leads the crowd in a synchronized clap to the song while hamming it up and celebrating in the ring, sending a few airborne kisses to the French crowd.
Aiello: Gotta give it to Paird and Winterborn today. They came out here to open up day two and did it in grand fashion against a very formidable team.
Sydney: Ezio DeLuca with another tag team victory, and the team of Brawl and Rampage take the L today in Arles!
Amsler: Next season looks to be shaping up VERY nicely for all four men involved in this one here, absolutely.
Aiello: Stick around everyone, in just a couple of hours we’ve got a one on one match between Rampage’s own Cajun Queen, Tanja Deveraux and Prime’s Neveah, HERE in Arles!
We cut to a few tweets covering the events of WrestleFest:
After the tweets, we cut to black...
The screen stays black for a moment and the gruff, harsh voice of Monday Night Brawl's newest signees occupies the airwaves.
? ? ? ? ?: I like fuckin' people up.
The blackness is replaced by a clip filmed at an indy show in New York that took place earlier in the year.
The glass pops in an almost surreal passion and the follow through of the boot to the face of some poor indy schmuck was enough to make the people at ringside let loose with an audible, "Oooooh!"
? ? ? ? ?: I get paid to go down to the ring, beat someone up, fuckin' bleed 'em up, break their arms, their legs, then I send 'em fuckin' packin' and wait for the next one.
Another clip asserts itself in the previous one's place.
The current victim screams in shock and anguish while his forehead's ripped open with a broken piece of fluorescent light tube to the bloodthirsty cheers of the crowd.
? ? ? ? ?: I don't give a shit who you are, where you come from, how much money you got, if you got a husband, wife, kids, male, female. Fuck 'em. I'll cut you up in front of 'em then get 'em next. Makes no difference to me.
Once more, the footage switches.
The sound of bone clashing against steel might be stomach-turning to most but to the people who saw it live, it's the starting point of a, "Fuck him up!" chant.
? ? ? ? ?: Screw my well-bein' if it means I get to put you in a bed in some hospital with a tube down your throat. I wanna make sure that after you leave the ring from gettin' your ass beat that you ain't even able to talk about it. I'll walk in that mother fucker and unplug every machine if that's what I gotta do to make sure your ass ain't comin' back.
The footage fades, finally giving us a good look at the source of the voice; it's a hardened gaze framed by a backwards baseball cap concealing a shaved head and a brush of thick, unkempt facial hair.
? ? ? ? ?: When I was locked up, no one was worried about their moms, their dad, their kids, none of that. Every time they opened them cell doors man, you had to watch your back. Someone was gonna actually stab you in the back for some shit you might'a done. Anything from pokin' 'em with a shank for a few bucks to takin' their last smoke. It didn't matter - they were killers and you had to learn to survive. I don't wanna hear any bitchin' about me tryin' to cut these fools up and beat them to death. You want someone to blame?
A pregnant pause fills the air. Oh wait, it's water breaks after a few moments.
? ? ? ? ?: Blame the system for makin' fuckers like me. Because'a them, I got violent thoughts and the only way I can get rid of 'em and not end up back in lockup is by comin' down to the ring and makin' sure whoever they put across from me feels real fuckin' bad about their decision after I get done wit' 'em. Danny Mac, Jim Conners, whoever the fuck is runnin' Brawl...
He stops only to shake his head with a flat affect and a cold glare.
? ? ? ? ?: Don't think you're gonna be able to tell me shit. I don't play by no one's rules. I gotta rap sheet long enough to wallpaper your office with, man. If I ain't gonna listen to a judge, the cops, the COs, the mother fuckers on the street, what makes you even think I'm gonna come in this bitch and play nice? In case you don't get it yet, I'm here to fuck people up and take 'em out. Period. I'll make sure to bleed every last one'a these punks out the way I want, when I want to. Then? Then after I'm done sendin' your locker room to the ICU I'm gonna kick in that office door and extort a shot at my fuckin' belt outta you. Not that lame-ass EWC "Undisputed"...
It's even accompanied by the appropriate air quotes.
? ? ? ? ?: Championship, not that International Championship, not that US Championship that smells like pussy 'cause a fuckin' pussy has his hands all over it. Fuck 'em. My belt's that X-Division shit, man. That's my strap and they don't even know it yet. Once I get my hands on it...
He lets out a, "Pfffft", and waves it off.
? ? ? ? ?: ...I ain't gonna be lettin' go of it. By the time I'm done, ain't no one gonna give a shit about any other belt, any other division than the X-Division. That's how you decide a real world champ, man. Two people walk into that ring, one person leaves walkin' and the other is hauled off to an ER; none'a this three count, tap out, rope breaks, DQ bullshit y'all are trippin' on. By the time I'm done with BRAWL, this company, and that division, there ain't gonna be anything left to doubt and everyone's gonna know who the fuck I am.
He pauses again, this time to give a few scratches at his beard.
Chuck Gacy: I'm Chuck Gacy. A bad mother fucker and the heartbeat of that X-Division. I'm comin' to take my shit whether you like it or not.
For one final time, he stares into the camera like its the barrel of a gun while the scene fades to black.
It’s day two of the WrestleFest event in Arles. We cut to a burger stand outside of the Arles Amphitheatre. The two members of Lunch Time are sitting at a table. Each has a huge burger and a plate full of French fries.
Meat: Now THIS is more like it!
Tater: I’ve been waiting all day for this!
Meat: We just had breakfast an hour ago, Tater.
Tater: Yeah, but that was BREAKFAST.
Meat: LUNCH TIME is way better!
They each take a big bite out of their burgers. Their eyes roll back into their heads.
Meat: Tho good!
Tater: Thith ith what dreamth are made of!
They both finish their bite and take a swig of beer next to them.
Meat: Ah! So, when do we head back?
Tater: Well, the next thing we have to be back in the States for is - - - the FSW season premiere on February 5th.
Meat: FEBRUARY 5TH?!
Tater: Yeah. So I figured that we can stay here in France for as long as we want. I didn’t even book us a return flight.
Meat: Brilliant! We can go to Paris and see the Eiffel Tower!
Tater: And eat French food!
Tater: We just better hope that our contracts get renewed for next season.
Meat: Wait - - - that doesn’t happen automatically?
Tater: I’m afraid not. If we don’t get our contracts renewed, we are out of jobs!
Meat: I guess - - - I guess we could become French chefs.
Tater: That’s not a bad idea! But let’s just bank on our contracts being renewed. Say, will you pass me the ketchup please?
Meat hands Tater the ketchup as the scene fades to a special walking tour of the home of WrestleFest...
We cut to one of the parking lots where people are tailgating and drinking next to the cars. Two men are having a chugging contest with their beers. As the slightly larger man wins, he slams down his empty on the tailgate of his truck.
Man: YEAH, BOY! I WIN AGAIN! I AM UNBEATABLE!
Voice: Oh, ya fuckin think so?
The victorious man turns around and sees two large individuals standing there.
Man: Holy shit! It's The Limit! What are you guys doing here?
Frank: WE ARE HERE TO HAVE FUN!
Alexander: AND FUCK SHIT UP!
Man: I didn't know you two knew how to have fun.
The three of them start laughing and then Ethan and D.J. stop. They look at the man seriously.
Frank: You think we can't have fun? Put your undefeated chugging streak on the line against Ethan!
Man: Okay. You're on!
Ethan and the man crack open beers. Someone counts down from five and the two begin to chug. Ethan finishes his beer a solid second before the man. The man finishes and tosses his empty in frustration. Suddenly, D.J. lifts the man high off of the ground and drives him into the bed of his truck with a powerbomb. The Limit begins laughing.
Frank: What do ya know! THAT WAS FUN!
The two members of The Limit walk off as we fade away from the scene and into some more tweets covering WrestleFest...
Speaking of social media hubbub, we cut to Joe Aiello for a quick update.
Aiello: Folks, we are just moments away from our next match as Tanja Devereaux takes on Nevaeh Leigh in a special Rampage VS Prime showcase. We've been taking a look at the social media hype for WrestleFest throughout the weekend, and we want to now show the little back and forth going on between these two women, as we get ready to see who will reign supreme today...
Aiello: As you can see, things are heating up on this little rivalry! Before we head to the ring for this match, we have a special performance by one of our guests at this time, Slipknot!
With that we cut to the stage, where Slipknot performs their hit "Birth of the Cruel" as featured on Friday Night Rampage!
1:00 PM Singles Match Tanja Devereaux Vs Heaven "Nevaeh" Leigh
We return to ringside where the announcers are waiting amongst today’s afternoon crowd.
Aiello: Welcome back to the lunchtime portion of our broadcast! Those in attendance are going are about to feast their eyes upon two women who are as deadly as they are beautiful!
Sydney: Both Nevaeh and Tanja Devereaux didn’t mince any words on how much either of them wanted to win this match!
Amsler: We’re about to see which brand comes out on top - Rampage or Prime?
Once "Gasoline" by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard, Nevaeh comes walking out from the back to a chorus of boos. But judging by the smile on her face she doesn't seem to mind. As she makes her way down the aisle, Nevaeh does her best not to let anyone touch her long the way.
Dobrev: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, this is... NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!
After walking up on the ring apron, Nevaeh will strike a pose and give her backside a little shake before stepping between the ropes. Once inside, she'll mouth off to the fans and pace the ring a bit as she waits for the match to begin.
Dobrev:Her opponent, coming to the ring hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana; 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 the mix of boos and jeers and cheers from the crowd fills the arena. She slaps hands with a few fans at ringside before she reaches the bottom of the ramp.
Tanja walks 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.
DING DING DING
From the moment the bell rang, Nevaeh wasted no time pouncing on her opponent with brutal forearm strikes, forcing Tanja into a corner. She followed this up with a running one-handed bulldog out of the corner. She attempted a pin, but Tanja easily kicked out. Devereaux got to her feet, but Neveah recovered in time to grab her opponent and tossed her out of the ring. Tanja grabbed the ropes and found herself barely hanging onto the apron. Nevaeh tried to grab her, but Tanja rammed her in the stomach with her shoulder and followed up with a slingshot DDT! Devereaux tried for a pin, but Nevaeh kicked out before the one count. Tanja refused to give her opponent any kind of breathing room and fired away with forearms strikes of her own, knocking Nevaeh into the ropes. Tanja bounced off the ropes and a clothesline sent Nevaeh over the ropes and onto the apron. Nevaeh found herself teetering off a little…
Aiello: Nevaeh finds herself hanging on for dear life! Tanja hits the ropes and OH MY GOD!!! TORNADO DDT TO THE OUTSIDE!! NEVAEH’S HEAD WAS SPIKED ON THE OUTSIDE FLOOR! WHAT DID WE JUST WITNESSED!?
Sydney: Tanja Devereaux not giving a DAMN about the risk of it all! She took a hard landing herself!
Amsler: But that's nowhere as near damaging as what she just did to Nevaeh!
Sydney: This is EWC baby! Wrestlefest season! The X-Division is headlining tonight! You have to lay it all on the line!
Both Nevaeh and Tanja laid motionless ringside as the ref started the ten count. Chants of “HOLY S--T!” filled the venue as a replay of Tanja’s leap over the ropes as she grabbed Nevaeh’s head and spun into rotation before falling down to the outside. Upon coming back to the live feed, Tanja was seen as the first to move her body. Somehow, she made it to her feet and rolled Neaveh back into the ring. Hooking both legs, Tanja goes for the surefire pin!
Nevaeh got the shoulder up just in time! Frustrated, Tanja glared at the ref but struggled to get to her feet. The camera zoomed in on her left, which seemed to be limping. Tanja fought threw the pain as she picked up Nevaeh and whipped her to the nearest corner. She bit her lip in pain and charged forward to deliver a vicious corner clothesline! Nevaeh slumped, but Tanja pulled her out and transitioned into a waistlock. She attempted a butterfly suplex, but Nevaeh flipped out of it and barely landed on her feet, dropping to a knee. Tanja turned around, to find herself on the receiving end of a spinning back fist! Nevaeh tapped into her reserves to rally herself to continue her comeback with several strikes across the face. She attempted an Irish whip, but Tanja reversed with one of her own. Nevaeh was ready as she braced herself against the turnbuckles and countered with an elbow upon a charging Tanja. She followed this up with a ruthless spike DDT! She makes the cover…
Tanja kicked out just in time!
Aiello: Despite an early setback, Neveah is finding herself in control of this match!
Sydney: Well she’s going to have to put Tanja away if she wants to celebrate!
Amsler: Nevaeh can’t get cocky against The Bayou Witch!
Nevaeh rattled her brain for a moment and thought of something. She picked up Tanja and struck her in the face several times before tying her up with the ropes in order to perform her All Tied Up signature Tarantula. Tanja fought hard to escape, but she was in too much pain. Nevaeh breaks the hold just before the five-count and picks up Tanja to set up for the Fall From Grace. Tanja breaks the hold and starts wailing on Nevaeh with several hard shots. Once she had her in the corner, she lifted a stunned Nevaeh to the second rope and lifted her onto her shoulders for a crushing Death Valley Driver! Tanja lies across her opponent, desperate for a win!
Nevaeh gets the shoulder up, infuriating Devereaux! Tanja picks up Nevaeh and whipped her to the ropes. Upon rebound, she goes for Saints of New Orleans but Neveah slipped out, hit the ropes and counters with a devastating spear! The crowd is on their feet as Nevaeh stomps around the ring, eager to end things once and for all. She reaches down to lock in Exile, but Tanja catches her off guard with a surprise roll-up!
Nevaeh kicks out and struggles to get back on her feet. She made a beeline for the ropes and rebounds! She tumbled past Tanja and avoided the grapple attempt! Devereaux wasn’t quick enough to recover and get nailed with a nasty Fall From Grace! Nevaeh makes the cover!
DING DING DING
Dobrev: And your winner, by pinfall! NEVAEH!!
The ref helps Nevaeh up and raises her hand in victory as her theme music plays in front of the lunchtime crowd.
Aiello: What a back and forth encounter! From the moment that bell rang, these two were in a back and forth war of attrition! Tanja has nothing to be angry about, but Nevaeh has come out on top!
Sydney: Nevaeh has proven her dominance over Rampage’s resident swamp rat!
Amsler: Disappointing loss for Devereaux I won’t be surprised if she takes time to think over some things during the winter break.
Aiello: Don't go anywhere, in just a few hours Jonty Kelly will challenge Faith Rivers for the EWC Television Championship!
The MacTron opens on an Italian food themed food truck. They’re selling classic Italian finger foods. The camera cuts to Ezio DeLuca on a nearby bench. His eyes are locked on his phone as he houses an arancini. He’s typing furiously with his thumbs as the delicious golden ball is anchored from his diamond cut jawline. He smiles and seems relaxed, but is also super focused on the activity with his cell phone. He sends one final message before clicking off the phone and putting it back in his pocket. Finally realizing that the arancini is stuffed between his lips, he takes a bite and lets out a deep sigh. He swallows and begins to speak.
Ezio DeLuca: I wish they could have been here to see this… My family… My parents...
He takes another bite of the snack, a little more somber tone sets into his eyes.
Ezio DeLuca: But, hey, at least they could feckin’ see it! In real time! It’s incredible when you think about it. I can’t quite put into words how cool it is that I’m here and they’re there and yet… we kind of got to experience it together. I mean… they never missed a game when I was back in college. One of my parents would always be there, even if the other one had to stay home or run the restaurant or attend to other matters of the family. But someone always showed up. Supported me. Let me know I wasn’t alone. Let me know they were proud of me. And sharing this Wrestlefest experience with them today was like… I can’t even properly put words to the feelings. It’s… magic. That’s the only word that fits.
Ezio finishes his arancini and wipes his mouth and fingers. The grease is sweet and reminds him of home. Of the restaurant. Of his life back in Providence. But the somber, bittersweet feeling slowly shifts to pride. To the dreams not yet realized… To the future.
Ezio DeLuca: I just got here… to the EWC… To FSW… and it already feels like home. Like a family. Like… I belong somehow. And I won’t take that feeling for granted. I know what it feels like to be lost. To suddenly feel all alone even though you’re surrounded by folks saying they love you. Saying that, no matter what, they’ll be there for you. But you don’t believe them. You think you’re broken beyond repair. Unworthy of love. Unworthy of attention. Unworthy of a future that seems bright or hopeful or full of joy.
Ezio stands from the bench and takes a deep, deep breath… almost like he’s trying to preserve the French air inside of his body to take home and share with his family at a later date.
Ezio DeLuca: But ya know what? I am worthy. I’ve worked hard. I have a whole career ahead of me. And, no matter what, I’m going to keep working hard, playing hard, fighting hard, and earning it… every step of the way. 2020 is right on the horizon. I’ve got momentum. I’ve got support and safety. I’ve got… hell… I’ve got my dreams sitting there in my mind’s eye… again. Right in front of me. Ready to touch and mold into what I want them to be. And I’m not letting them slip away. No feckin’ way.
Ezio blows a kiss at the camera and winks his little wink before the MacTron fades out. Ezio's theme begins to play throughout the venue.
We cut to the outside of the Arles Amphitheatre. Dominic Sanders and Cora Whittaker are walking around. Sanders ignores some fans, telling them "no" to autograph signings. The camera comes close to them and stops them.
Sanders: Look, man. I've got nothing for you. There's a shitload going on here. Everybody and their mom is here at WrestleFest. We've even seen a few of the guys I've fired come back around. I'm sure The Limit and Maurice would love nothing more than to bump into me. So I don't exactly need the distractions of a damn camera in my face.
The cameraman begins to walk away before Cora grabs his arm.
Cora: Actually, Dom. I have something to say. Now listen up, and listen good. Tommy Love, I know you're going to be at ringside Sunday night when Dominic destroys that little pipsqueak Gabi Vee. You'd better keep your hands off of me. There won't be any seeding going on around me. If you even try to whip that little thing out again like you did yesterday, I'm gonna chop that twig right off your body. And that's a promise. You've terrorized enough people around here.
Sanders smirks as he grabs ahold of Cora's hand tightly.
Sanders: Well done, Cora. Looks like you're learning a thing or two being around me.
Cora: Actually, Iggy told me I should do that. Felt kinda good.
Sanders: You've been hanging out with Iggy?
Cora: Hey... you fell asleep early last night. Iggy and I had some piña coladas to celebrate their big win.
The cameraman tries to sneak off during this, but Cora grabs his arm once again.
Cora: I'm not done yet! That is a message to ALL of you so-called managers out there. It doesn't matter if it's Tommy Love, Kirk Oakley, Sandra Verma, or even Big Fred. If you ever find yourself around me, you'd better mind your P's and Q's. Because there's one thing that America's Most Hated doesn't do: we don't take no shit from anybody. All y'all are on notice, ya hear me?
Sanders looks at her surprised. He lets out an awkward chuckle.
Sanders: Okay. What do you think about going to get a funnel cake, babe?
Cora: Sounds good to me, Dom.
The two share a smile and they walk away. The scene fades out.
We cut to a D.J. playing music next to some kiosks and carnival games a block away from the Arles Amphitheatre. "Killshot" by Eminem just finished playing and the D.J. gets on the microphone.
D.J.: Alright, alright! How's everybody doing?! YOU GOOD?!
D.J.: I got somethin' special for you guys here today! As you know, the EWC Television Championship is about to be defended right inside the Arles Amphitheatre. Faith Rivers will defend her gold against Jonty Kelly! It's about to be a banger of a match! But I've got a guest with me right now. He's a former EWC Indy Champion and knows all about these Prime superstars! Give it up for my man... CARLOS RUIZ!
The D.J. starts playing "Bamboleo" by the Gypsy Kings. Carlos Ruiz steps out from behind a curtain to a chorus of cheers.
Carlos plays to the fans for a bit while he throws out complimentary WrestleFest 2019 coozies into the crowd. Finally, the D.J. cuts the music and Carlos comes over and grabs the microphone.
Ruiz: Buenos dias, amigos! Carlos is happy to be here in Arles for the WrestleFest! Si! Last year, Carlos fight in this event in my home country of España. Carlos then go on to win Campeonado Indy and be one of the favorite wrestler of all time in the EWC! Carlos is here today as ambassador of the EWC to wish that you all have good time this weekend. Are you having all of the fun?!
Ruiz: Carlos love to hear this very much! As you all know, we are here in Arles for a four-day festival! And we are going to continue with the fun before we get to match for Campeonado Television! Right now, we have...
A curtain opens up near Carlos. We see a dunk tank. On the seat inside the dunk tank is none other than his former MUCHO GRANDE! partner Grizzly Duggan.
Ruiz: ... a game for all of you! Ladies and gentlemen, Carlos favorite game! GRIZZLY DUNKIN!
The crowd cheers as Carlos puts the microphone down and gets off of the stage. Someone tosses him a soccer ball and he seeks out a young kid. The child squares up and throws the ball, but misses wide right. The crowd let's out an "AWWW." Carlos bends down and whispers something into the kid's ear. The kid smiles and runs towards the dunk tank and smacks the button. Grizzly drops into the water and the crowd goes nuts! Duggan stands up and wipes his face. He throws his hands in the air and the crowd cheers. Duggan gets out of the tank and looks for a towel as the scene fades out.
Aiello: Well while Jonty goes and finds a seat and Grizzly Duggan enjoys himself... We have some sad new's to report. Joe Porter has announced he is retiring from competition. But he left a cryptic clue, announcing his adopted younger brother was coming to run "The Company". We are all saddened to hear of Joe's retirement, but look forward to seeing what comes next for "The Company."
Joe Porter's theme begins to play over the loudspeakers.
Aiello: Welcome back to the action ladies and gentlemen .. if you are just tuning in now .. you have missed one hell of a match over at Ring 2.5. Moments ago Whispurr came out and addressed the fans and in the middle of her hissing, Catalie Portman came out to a mixed reaction of the crowd Amsler: The two of them clearly still have a lot of issues since their match at THUNDER II .. and lets just saw they locked paws haven't looked back since
Sydney: Lets join Nadir, Barnes and Walker who are calling the match now
The feed switches over to Ring 2.5 and the THUNDER Commentary Team
Nadir: Thank you Joe .. and for those just joining us .. this match has been going for several minutes now ..
Barnes: Did you see that leap from Whispurr? She's got cat like reflexes and bunny like hops
Walker: We are about to have the EWC Television Championship match .. and we are here watching Cats? You both know these are cats right? Cats!
Nadir: It looks like this one might be over folks .. Whispurr is about to get her revenge, she has Catalie locked in and I think she very well might tap out here
Barnes: Meow I wouldn't count her out just yet .. Catalie has found her way out of sticky situations in the past
Walker: Did you just meow?
Walker: Yes you did .. you said meow
Barnes: No I didn't old man
Nadir: Look at this meow .. Catalie is trying to break free
Walker: Right there .. you said meow too
Barnes: For the love of kibbles and bits .. calm yourself right meow
Nadir: Wait .. there it is .. the ref is counting
1 . . . . 2 . . . . 3
MEOW MEOW MEOW
Nadir: There you have it .. a come from behind win from Catalie Portman .. she pulled out another victory
Walker: Even the bell made fucking cat sounds. Where the hell am I? Is this the circus tent?
Barnes: What a match .. Catalie Portman proved she was too much kitty .. Whispurr just can't solve her
Nadir: Lets send it back to Ring 1 where we are about to have our first Championship match of Day 2 .. back to you Joe
The camera pulls back with Catalie Portman celebrating in the ring and Whispurr licking her own ass
3:00 PM EWC Television Championship Jonty Kelly Vs Faith Rivers
Aiello: Now it’s time for our first title match of the day! The Television championship is on the line as Faith Rivers defends against Jonty Kelly!
Sydney: How the hell has Jonty managed to wrangle this match? Isn’t he supposed to be working in Burger King right now? Maybe if he wants to back on Prime so much he could become Quinn Collins new manager ahahahaha!!!
Amsler: That’s a little bit rude! Yes Jonty was fired from Prime so this could essentially be his last shot at getting his job back but it won’t be easy. Faith Rivers has been a fighting champion ever since winning the title back on PRIME 57 against Jordan Sharpe. Who’s going to be walking into 2020 as our Television champion? We are about to find out!
Dobrev: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP... Joining us first,from Melbourne, Australia, he weighs in at 225 pounds, he is THE LETHAL WEAPON.....JONTY KELLLYYYY!!!
The sound of a bullet being fired echoes through the arena, before Heavy is the Head begins to play. Smoke begins to fill the top of the entrance ramp. Eventually, Kelly bursts through the smoke, wearing a mouth mask with a bullet between teeth design on it. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp, makes a two finger gun on each hand and fires a shot into the crowd on either side of him. As he does so, pyro goes off on either side of him.
After making his way down the entrance ramp, Kelly enters the ring and immediately jumps on a turnbuckle and poses, holding up four fingers in his right hand and a two finger gun pointed downward in his left hand. Kelly then climbs down and takes off his mouth mask, ready to fight.
Dobrev: And his opponent, Making her way to the ring from Miami, Florida... give it up for the EWC TELEVISION Champion ... FAAAITH RIIIVERSSS!!!
The lights go out as "Faith" by Limp Bizkit begins to come out of the PA System. Fans are on their feet cheering as Faith Rivers walks out a moment later and stands at the top of the entrance ramp with the Television Championship around her waist.
As the chorus of the song hits, 'You Gotta Have Faith' she jumps up a little and as her feet come down on the ramp again, lights flash on the aisle in front of her, just before Faith runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. As she gets to her feet, Faith runs into the corner and gets up on the second turnbuckle as she unfastens the belt from her waist and holds it up for all to see. She taunts the fans a bit before jumping down. Faith then hands the Television championship over to the ref and begins to loosen up her arms before leaning back against the ropes as she awaits the opening bell.
DING DING DING
As soon as the bell rings Kelly rushes at Rivers and hits a running clothesline that knocks her into the corner turnbuckle. Kelly then proceeds to stomp multiple times on Rivers as she lays in the corner. After one particularly hard boot to the head of Rivers the ref pulls Kelly away and gives him a warning. Kelly holds his arms up and backs away at first then all of a sudden he pushes passed the referee and starts to kick and punch into Rivers again in the corner.
Kelly then pulls Rivers up to her feet, and he then lifts her up and drops her onto the mat with a spinebuster. Kelly makes a quick pin... . . . ONE . . . TWO....Rivers gets a shoulder up but Kelly isn’t letting up as he climbs on top of Rivers and starts to pummel into her with his forearm.
Aiello: Wow Jonty Kelly isn’t playing around here tonight! He has been all over Faith Rivers from the moment the bell rang.
Amsler: I mean he’s fighting for his job here so do you blame him?
Kelly picks Rivers up to her feet again but as he does she jumps up and catches him with an Enziguiri. Kelly falls back against the ropes and then comes back at Rivers and this time she catches him with a spinning wheel kick.
Rivers quickly makes her way over to the corner and she jumps onto the top turnbuckle and leaps backwards with a high moonsault in one swift notation that has the fans on there feet as she lands on Kelly. Rivers hooks his leg up and makes a pin... . . . ONE . . . TWO . . . TH...Kelly kicks out! Rivers spins around to Kelly’s legs and tries to go for a figure four leg lock but as she twists around his leg Kelly uses his free leg to boot Rivers from behind which causes her to stumble forward and fall through the middle ropes to the outside.
Sydney: I have to admit that was a beautiful moonsault from Faith Rivers!
Amsler: The champ regained momentum but now she finds herself on the outside which gives Jonty Kelly an opportunity to take control of this match again.
As Rivers gets back onto the ring apron Kelly springs forward and goes for a super kick but Rivers dodges the kick and Kelly’s leg goes over the top rope. Kelly is now hanging half in and half out the ring as Rivers grabs a hold of his head and using the middle ropes as leverage she spins around and drops Kelly on the outside head first with a tornado DDT!! The crowd are cheering like mad as Kelly is out cold and Rivers looks to have hurt her back on the outside.
Aiello: That was a dangerous move by Faith Rivers there!
Amsler: Yes but it may have done the damage because Jonty Kelly isn’t moving on the outside!
The referee is counting both Kelly and Rivers out but Rivers is on her knees now holding her back as the ref is up to a five count. Rivers is on her feet and she rolls into the ring as Kelly suddenly starts to move. Rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up to his feet as the ref counts seven. Kelly gets to the ring apron when Rivers suddenly slides at him and catches him in the chest with a baseball slide.
As Kelly falls back to the outside floor, Rivers slides out of the ring, picks Kelly up and rolls Kelly back in. Rivers then jumps onto the ring apron and waits for Kelly to gets to his feet. As Kelly pushes himself up, Rivers jumps onto the top rope and springboards towards Kelly with a dropkick but Kelly is one step ahead as he springs forwards and catches Rivers with a super kick in mid-air!!! Kelly quickly pins Rivers... . . . ONE . . . TWO . . . THRE...Rivers kicks out! Kelly looks a little shocked.
Sydney: Oh nice superkick in mid air there!
Amsler: Kelly caught Rivers good for sure but the looks of disbelief across his face right now tells you that he thought he had the win.
Kelly suddenly turns Rivers over, grabbing a hold of her leg as he applies the ankle lock on her! Rivers is in immediate pain as she scrambles for the ring ropes. It looks like she’s about to touch the ropes when Kelly pulls her back into the middle of the ring still holding onto her ankle. Rivers tugs on her hair and scratches at the mat but she refuses to give up although Kelly has the submission locked in tight.
Rivers uses her strength to push herself to her off of the mat, and she manages to get onto one foot. As Rivers gets up on one foot, Kelly spins her other leg around and as Rivers comes back towards him Kelly grabs a hold of her and hits his trade mark move he calls Thunder Down Under! But before Kelly can make the pin Rivers roll to outside.
Kelly rolls out of the ring to follow Rivers as she leans against the ring steps to try and regain energy. Kelly comes running at Rivers, launching himself forward for a spear but Rivers dives out of the way in the nick of time as Kelly smashes straight into the steel ring steps. Rivers gets Kelly to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Rivers then climbs to the top turnbuckle with Kelly laying down on the mat she jumps off and lands on him with with her corkscrew moonsault that she calls Leap of Faith! Rivers holds her stomach in pain as she hooks Kelly’s leg for the pin... . . . ONE . . . TWO . . . THRE...The ref calls for a rope break! Kelly has managed to get his foot on the bottom rope.
Amsler: This is back and forth action at its best and the crowd are loving it! Jonty Kelly saving the match for himself with some quick thinking.
Rivers takes a breather before she picks Kelly up and whips him off of the ropes, as he comes back at her she grabs his head and it looks like she’s trying to hit her finisher Faithless but Kelly gets a hand onto the top ring rope causing Rivers to fall forward, as she turns back around Kelly suddenly spins around and catches Rivers with his spinning roundhouse kick to the head finisher he calls JK47!
Aiello: Oh man Jonty just hit the JK47! It’s looks like we have a new champion!!!
As Rivers crumples to the floor, Kelly falls on top of her for the pin... . . . ONE . . . TWO . . . THRE...Rivers gets a shoulder up!!!! Kelly is in utter disbelief as he bangs the mat in frustration and holds three fingers up to the referee.
Aiello: OH MY! How did Rivers kick out of that one?
Amsler: That’s the heart of a champion right there! Jonty Kelly does not look happy.
A desperate and angry look comes over Kelly’s face as Rivers drags herself over to the ring ropes. Kelly stands up and stalks Rivers from behind as she tries to get to her feet. Kelly suddenly pounces, spinning her around, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the mat and locking her into his crossfsce submission finisher Bite The Bullet!
Sydney: Oh man this has got to be it now! Jonty Kelly has his submission locked in!
Kelly is screaming at Rivers to give up as she stretches her arm out towards the ropes. The ref is on his knees, making sure he has a good view of Rivers hand but she will not quit as Kelly stretches her neck back as far as possible. Kelly is sweating buckets and his face is red raw but his efforts look to be paying off as Rivers seems to be fading.
The referee checks on Rivers and suddenly she comes alive as she desperately starts to roll from side to side. Kelly isn’t letting go of the submission but Rivers has a burst of energy now and she somehow manages to roll onto her back and in turn Kelly also rolls onto his back, and his shoulders end up being pinned to the mat as Rivers lies on top of him. The ref makes the count... . . . ONE . . . TWO . . . THRE...Kelly kicks out!
Aiello: Faith Rivers somehow reversed the Bite the Bullet submission into an pin! She nearly sneaked a victory there!
Amsler: Jonty Kelly looks like he’s ready to blow a fuse! He is desperate for this win! Remember it’s not just about the championship for him! This is his entire career on the line. We won’t see him on Prime again if he loses.
Kelly runs his hands over his hair as he leans against the ring ropes and stares down Rivers who still looks hurt from the submission. Kelly gets to his feet at the same time as Rivers and the two come at each other, trading punches and kicks. Rivers goes for a running knee lift but instead Kelly hits her with a knee to the jaw which stuns her.
Kelly grabs a hold of Rivers and after looking around the ring desperately he quickly drags her over to the corner and then up to the top turnbuckle. Once up top Kelly leaps off of with Rivers and hits a Brooklyn Destroyer from the top rope! Kelly throws his arm over Rivers for the pin... . . . ONE . . . TWO . . . THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall and the NEWWW EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION JONTY KELLY!!!
Aiello: We have a new champion.. but if I’m not mistaken I think Jonty Kelly used his old manager Quinn Collins finishing move the Brooklyn Destroyer to win that match! That’s not going to go down well.
Jonty Kelly grabs the Television championship and holds it it up high as Faith Rivers rolls out of the ring and looks dejected as she begins to walk up the ramp. Suddenly Kelly gets a hold of a mic.
Kelly: Hey Faith... come back here... please.
Faith Rivers turns and stalls for a moment before she makes her way back into the ring. Once in the ring Rivers approaches Kelly and after a brief staredown Kelly sticks his hand out towards Rivers and she reciprocates by shaking his hand which gets the fans on there feet as they cheer the sportsmanship between the two.
Aiello: Well i didn’t expect that! Jonty Kelly and Faith Rivers showing respect to one another.
Sydney: I don’t like it. Makes me sick.
Amsler: Well Faith Rivers can hold her head up high, she was a great champion but Jonty Kelly is not only our new champion but he’s got his job back on PRIME! I just wonder what Quinn Collins has to say about this and about him using her finisher to win the match. That should be interesting.
Aiello: It really should! Well folks up next we’ve got a matchup for the ages! It’s Clay Byrd going one on one with Morgan Darkwater!!! Don’t go anywhere as Wrestlefest continues!!
The camera pulls back as Jonty Kelly continues to celebrate his victory in the ring and we head towards the concert stage
After the performance by This Wild Life, the camera cuts backstage inside the Arles Amphitheatre where we see Prime’s own Jenna Salvatore standing by.
Salvatore: It’s been an exciting Day 2 of WrestleFest thus far for the EWC and the wrestling world as a whole. This historic event has been the talk of the business and many inside the wrestling community have latched on and joined in on our celebration and we thank them for also being apart of WrestleFest. One noted wrestling institution, The Wrestling Insider just a few mins ago announced the winner of the 2019 Wrestling Insider Manager of the Year and it went to Prime’s very own ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love!!!
The camera pulls back to show Tommy Love in a bright red jacket and ugly green shirt with a yellow tie, thank god for the viewers they keep the shot above waist level to avoid showing Tommy in his plaid red kilt for #KiltBrosTakeOverWrestleFest celebration. Tommy smiles as he holds up his award
Salvatore: Congratulations Tommy on winning this award for the…
Love: 9th time and it should have been the 11th time but that whore Miss Sunshine slept with each and every member of the voting board in 1981 and then let them go backdoor in 1982 so she could go back to back...which is funny because the night before she slept with all those dudes the Brooklyn Boys went back to back on her in…
Salvatore: OK, we don’t need to go down memory lane at the moment but this marks the first time you have won this award for managing a singles star in Killjoy Ito
Love: Yeah I won a number of these bad boys with The Southern Express and a few others with the St Louis S.W.A.T. Team and one with the Crockett Brothers but this is my first non-tag team Manager of the Year and who could deny the fact that I did a HELL of a job this year with Killjoy Ito, Prime’s G1 Winner, 2 time EWC TV Champion, an Indy Championship, a T-3 in the Rumble in Texas and come Monday night he will be a 2 time Indy Champion, the first since Stitches...Jenna I’ve had a hell of a year but this isn’t only the tip...you’re familiar with ‘only the tip’ from what I heard from the boys in the back when it comes to taking it in the bac…
But Tommy is unable to finish that sentence as Jenna smacks him across the face
Salvatore: You son of a bitch!!!
Jenna storms off leaving Tommy standing there alone, his glasses a bit crooked but he smiles and holds up his award
Love: Here’s to 2020 being just as successful!
Tommy winks as the camera cuts away, before giving us some more tweets talking about WrestleFest:
As cameras catch up to Faith Rivers, she is seen signing some autographs.
Faith: It wasn’t that long ago when I was doing battle with Jonty Kelly. But I just couldn’t wait to get back out here and mingle with all the members of my Faithful Army who came out to see me!
The camera pans out to show the rest of the table.
Faith: Now as you can see, I no longer have the Television Championship with me. But as disappointing as that is, I’m not about to let it get me down this holiday season!
Faith forces a smile on her face. Faith: The way I see it, I got nothing to be ashamed of. Both Jonty and I put on quite a performance. He just happened to be the better man on this day. Which is why I shook his hand after the match. But Jonty should know that the Faithful Army and I will be back for that title the first chance we get in 2020. Isn’t that right, guys?
The fans lined up at her table start to cheer. Faith: So Jonty better get his rest this holiday season, because he’s going to need it. We’ll be seeing him again soon.
Faith goes back to solely focusing on signing autographs for her Army as we fade to a performance by Halsey for the WrestleFest crowd...
Stitches can be seen standing at the foot of the stone steps leading to the entrance to the Arles Amphitheatre. Behind him stands Harrow Quinn, he towers over Stitches with one hand placed on his shoulder, the other shoulder rests the FSW Championship. Stitches looks up at Harrow Quinn before a sinister smile creeps across his face.
Stitches: Don't worry, Harrow Quinn isn't here in Arles, France for any nefarious reason. He simply has a keen eye for impressive architecture and the Arles Amphitheatre is indeed impressive architecture. It was built in 90 AD and after the fall of the Western Empire, it served as a shelter for the population. But I digress, I am not here for a history lesson, I am here to make a statement. That statement is directed towards Candy who, for the longest time now, has been nothing more than an intruding pest, always lurking around the corner to make her presence known, one way or another.
As Harrow Quinn steps forward to admire the Arles Amphitheatre a little closer, Stitches turns his back to the amphitheatre.
Stitches: This nonsense has been going on for three years now. For three years now I have heard the name of Candy whispered in hushed tones, placed right next to the name of Stitches as the only one who could manage to twist and contort the mind of the carnival clown. And perhaps they were right because for three years now, no matter what I do and what I accomplish her name is always in the back of my mind, a constant reminder that she was the one I allowed to get away, time and time again. Each and every time someone has managed to one up the carnival clown I have managed to redeem a modicum of redemption. Not Candy, time and time again she has slipped between my fingertips and time and time again she has taken everything from me. Not anymore because here in Arles, France we put an end to this charade once and for all.
With Harrow Quinn back by his side, Stitches ascends the stone steps before him and reaches the entrance to the Arles Amphitheatre where he places a single hand upon the stone wall.
Stitches: In front of me is the Arles Amphitheatre where night one of WrestleFest has already come and gone. As I arrived night two is already well underway. After night three comes night four and night four is where Candy expects to tear away the FSW Championship. But expectations can be deceiving, the reality of the matter is that this championship is going nowhere. I will be leaving Arles, France still the FSW Champion. Buckets of blood have been spilled within these walls, men have fought in bloody hand-to-hand combat for their lives and I will go to any and all lengths within those walls to ensure that history doesn't repeat itself. The remains of the Candy kingdom will not be built upon the ashes of the fallen carnival clown. It is time to throw salt upon that dilapidated mess and ensure it never grows ever again.
Both Stitches and Harrow Quinn descend back down the stone steps as the Arles Amphitheatre towers behind them. Either Stitches would end it all within those walls or he would lose everything to the one woman who has managed to take everything from him. Stitches intent on thwarting the pesky five-foot pest once and for all. With that, we fade away from the scene and into a couple more tweets covering the excitement of WrestleFest:
Sydney: Come on, Sandra. Lighten up! It's officially Saturday night here in Arles! And Saturday night's alright for fighting!
Aiello: And, with that intro, it's time for what might be the heaviest-hitting fight of the weekend. The big Texan Clay Byrd takes on everybody's favorite pirate Captain Morgan Darkwater!
Sydney: Cowboys and pirates. What's next? Trolls and Pokemon, mate?
Amsler: These are two of the roughest, toughest in the EWC. I am excited for this one.
Aiello: Nina Dobrev, who has been a trooper for a day and a half already, is ready to go!
Dobrev: The following contest is schedule for ONE FALL!
The lights in the Arles Amphitheatre cut out as first notes of Captain Morgan's entrance theme, "The Sunk'n Norwegian", kick in and the screens around entrance fade in to the image of a perpetually burning skull-n-crossbones flag rippling in the wind. A spotlight rises as Morgan saunters confidently out on the stage, holding an old-fashioned iron grenade in one hand, the fuse lit and sparkling. He laughs maniacally and throws it at his feet, where it explodes with a boom of pyros and smoke.
Dobrev: Introducing first... from the Winds of Fortune! Weighing in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds... CAPTAIN MOOOORGAN DAAARKWATER!
When the smoke clears he is holding a wooden tankard aloft, bellowing "One More Fight!" and takes a heavy gulp of the dark grog, liquid and froth splashing out down his thick black beard. Tossing it over his shoulder, he laughs again and starts marching purposefully down the ramp. He enters the ring over top ropes, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and unsheathes his cutlass, holding it aloft with a raucous battle-cry.
Aiello: And here comes the Captain! Ahoy!
Amsler: No. No, Joe. No.
Sydney: When is the last bloody time we have even seen Darkwater, mates?
Aiello: It was at the Rumble in Texas. Darkwater fought hard against Ace King, but the United States Champion was able to retain that night.
Sydney: So this guy hasn't wrestled for three months?! Easy work for Clay Byrd.
Amsler: I wouldn't say that, Cid. He has been around these parts for a long time, on and off. But every time he shows up he is a major presence in the ring. Ace King and Dominic Sanders may have beaten him in his past two matches, but he is always up for a fight and always has a chance to win.
Guitar and harmonica begin to blare through the Amphitheatre, the start of "Gunning For You" sends a silence across the crowd as Nick Nolan's lyrics echo through the Arles Amphitheatre. The state of Texas appears on the screen, and slowly fades into a highlight video.
My Gun is loaded it's getting time Two shots of whiskey i'm takin' what's mine Ain't what you're sayin it's what you do Your time has come boy i'm Gunnin for You When hell is rainin down you'll see my face won't heara sound You'll feel that bullet burnin through Take your last breath boy I'm Gunnin for You
Clayton Byrd steps from the back, clad in his late father's leather vest and with red tights. His right arm is raised in the air, his fist clenched at it's apex. Clay begins his slow walk down the ramp. His eyes are fixed on the ring, and he trudges on. Not paying any notice to any of the fans in attendance.
Dobrev: And his opponent... from Plainview, Texas... weighing in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds... CLAAAAY BYRD!
There's desperation deep in your eyes No turnin back now no compromise Cause only one of us walks out that door The other bleedin out on the floor
Clay walks up the steps and climbs into the ring.
Aiello: This man has been on a tear, lately!
Sydney: Since his return to the EWC a little over a month ago, he has crushed Darius. He has wiped the floor with the North American Champion Kyle Gautier. And he has won a big Brawl Finale Fatal Fourway that included the Undisputed Champion Cyrus Black! Even though he pinned Gabi Vee, Clay Byrd walking away from that match the winner is incredible!
Aiello: That is absolutely true, Cid.
Amsler: And both of these men are six feet, seven inches tall. Clay Byrd outweighs Morgan Darkwater by ten pounds. This is the most evenly-matched contest of the entire weekend. We are in for a treat here on Saturday night!
DING DING DING
The two stood nose-to-nose in the center of the ring. One reeking of tobacco, one reeking of rum. Neither man cared. Byrd reached up with his right hand and challenged Captain to a test of strength. Darkwater reciprocated. They locked their other hands and both grit their teeth as they tried to out-do the other. Clay kicked Darkwater in the gut, but Darkwater caught it. He wagged a finger in Byrd’s face as if to say “No, no!” Darkwater dropped Byrd’s foot and Bryd laid into Darkwater with a lariat, knocking him down to the mat.
Amsler: Holy shit! It’s rare for us to see anyone take Darkwater off of his feet, especially this early in the match!
Aiello: He might have finally met his match in Clay Byrd!
Byrd went for a cover, but it was far too early and Darkwater kicked out. Byrd pulled Darkwater up to his feet and delivered a right haymaker. Darkwater hit him right back with one. The two traded haymakers for what seemed like forever. Finally, Darkwater got the upper hand and lifted Byrd up, executing a thunderous powerslam. Darkwater went over to the corner and exited to the apron. He climbed the turnbuckle, looking for The Winds of Fortune. Byrd got up to his feet, however, and ran over to the corner. He ascended the turnbuckles and both large men stood on the top rope. Byrd then delivered a giant superplex into the middle of the ring and both men laid on the mat.
Aiello: I think they heard that one all the way back in the States!
Amsler: Both men are down. Whomever gets up first will have the upper hand.
Darkwater was the first to his feet. He picked Byrd up and lifted him up for the Keelhaul Slam. Byrd, however, landed on his feet! Darkwater went for a heavy clothesline. Byrd ducked underneath and bounced off of the ropes. Darkwater turned around right into a West Texas Lariat! Darkwater dropped like a sack of potatoes and Byrd covered for the three count victory!
DING DING DING
Dobrev: Here is your winner… CLAY BYRD!
Aiello: I am not sure I have seen anyone manhandle Morgan Darkwater like that!
Amsler: Clay Byrd is as big and powerful as they come. This man is a future Champion here.
Clay continues to celebrate as we cut to the stage, where we're greeted with a live performance by Busta Rhymes, Joell Ortiz, and Nate Ruess of the "My Shot" remix as featured on FSW!
The scene starts at the end of a man-made aisle of twelve tables topped with a variety of liquors and beers. The camera moves up and lands on the participants of this little festival. There is Brandi LaCroix in a kilt that resembles mermaid scales, her sister Shay in a deep red ensemble, Gil Griffin in a suave black kilt/t-shirt that says “I assure you it's a kilt”, Silver Ann Gold in a yellow kilt chatting up whoever she can and then nervously thinking she's too chatty, and the Kilt Bros Cyrus and Kyle, in their respective kilt colors, wearing matching “Missing DOG” shirts that have a photo of David “Octane” Gawolski on them. Kyle hands out shot glasses attached to Mardi Gras style beads to the participants while Cyrus sneaks a swig off of a flask.
Kyle: Welcome one and all to this first ever Kiltmas. I am your host, Kyle Gautier. With me, as always, is my brother from another set of parents, Cyrus “Who knew leg day was so hard?” Black!
Cyrus: Thank you, Mr. Guitar. I see a lot of new faces for this edition of a European take over and I'd like to have some introductions. Starting with….you!
He points to Gil.
Gil: I'm Gil Griffin and while I'm sorry the food truck situation didn't pan out, I'm very happy to be here with all of you.
Kyle: I'm also sad that the truck went out the window. But that's a loss I am willing to take on exchange for you here tonight! Brandi: Well, my name is Brandi LaCroix, with bubbles instead of dots over the i's. Currently I'm a champion with my twin sister…
Shay: …Shay Kitt, the bitch with a capital C!
Silver: And I'm Silver Ann Gold! I want to thank you for the invite, Mr. Gautier.
Kyle: Please! Mr. Gautier is probably my father's name. Call me Kyle!
She gets a big smile on her face and reddens in the cheeks a little.
Kyle: Now, for the rules… there are twelve stops on this journey. We’ll get to a table, pour up the liquid in your handy dandy cup around your neck, I'll sing us the verse, and then we'll consume. You do not have to do all of them if you don't want to, but if you tap out or need to “spit”, please do it off camera…
Everyone does a slow turn to look into the camera and then back.
Cyrus: A special prize to anyone who makes it to the end! Now let's get this party started!
Kyle leads the party to the first table with canned beers arranged in a tree formation. Everyone grabs one.
Kyle: At the first stop of Kiltmas, the Kilt Bros gave to me…
Cyrus: A full beer from a tree!
The tabs are popped and everyone sips at their beer, engaging in light banter. After a couple of minutes, everyone has finished and makes it to the second table. It is more harrowing as the liquor is dingy. There is no label on any of the liquors so the surprise when they make it to the shot is palpable.
Kyle: At the second stop of Kiltmas, the Kilt Bros gave to me, Two Fingers T'Kill ya!
Cyrus: and a full beer from a tree!
Everyone takes their shot of tequila back and audibly voices their disgust. The consensus is it was not a very smooth drink. Kyle and Cyrus smile and move them on down the line. It is here to note that in the interest of time and attention that Gil tapped out at stop seven and would be seen napping under the table later, Shay stopped at eight but was upset when she heard what was at table ten and took the bottle after everyone left, and Brandi threatened to “spit” multiple times but assured the audience that she would never.
At the final table, another table lined with beers, a very determined Silver Ann Gold, Brandi LaCroix, Cyrus Black, and a jovial Kyle Gautier meet. Gil Griffin softly snores logs in half off screen as Shay Kitt wanders in and out of frame sipping a Bottle of brown. The four remaining participants grab their final drink. Cyrus looks at Brandi with rheumy eyes.
Cyrus: Wait…YOU'RE the one with great legs from Twitter!
Brandi, still standing on her heels somehow, nods sand gets ready to crack open this final challenge.
Kyle: At the twelfth stop on Kiltmas….
Cyrus:… the Kilt Bros gave to me…
As the song goes through the drinks, a recap of them all drinking them and the faces they made play.
Cyrus: Three Triple Sec! Kyle and Cyrus: Two Fingers T’Kill ya!
Everyone: And a Beer from a treeeeeeeeeee!
Everyone cracks their beer, except for Silver, who in the Christmas spirit, shotguns her beer. Everyone else goes from amazement to outright joyful cheering at this small lady not only keeping up but putting her stamp on the party! As she finishes, for a second she looks a little embarrassed before everyone in frame whoops their approval at the spectacle.
Brandi: That's one way to tell Big Match Ron to suck your metaphorical dick, honey!
The scene fades out with everyone chanting “Kilt Sis” at her as the camera pans down to a sleeping Gil Griffin, peacefully dreaming of visiting Mario the Kansas City penguin as we fade to a performance on the stage by The Gipsi Kings from right here in Arles...
Outside of the Arles Amphitheatre, a crowd has begun to gather around an elaborate stage setup. There are people mingling in masks and murmuring as a large throne stands suspiciously vacant on stage. A courier steps out on stage, dressed like he belongs somewhere in the 18th century and he unfurls a long scroll.
Courier: Hear Ye! The Queen will be holding court amongst the common people in five minutes! If you have grievances to air, form an orderly queue and her majesty will see that your concerns are addressed!
With that, he rolls the scroll back up and exits as a line begins to form. A few familiar faces have found their places in line and even more people are drawing into the courtyard area. After a few minutes, Iggy Swango comes out with a lavish crown on her head and her tag team championship strapped around her waist. She twirls a scepter in her hand and stops at the front of the line that’s formed, seemingly ready to play bouncer before the courier speaks up again.
Courier: Introducing, the Queen of the EWC, and one half of the Tag Team champions… her majesty, Melody!
From behind the stage, Melody walks out with her head held high and her half of the EWC tag team championship over her shoulder. The crowd begins to applaud politely as she scans the courtyard with a smirk. She’s dressed to look much like the infamous French queen Marie Antoinette complete with a lavish court gown and absurd wig. As she approaches the throne, the courier kneels down and extends his hands to take the championship belt from her before she seats herself.
Queen Melody: The first to air their grievances m-
She’s cut off by a confused Iggy pointing from Melody to the first person in line who happens to be… Jeff Noon?
Queen Melody: Jeff? What are you doing here? Who’s watching the Pleasure Palace?
Jeff Noon: I have a grievance to air!
Melody shoots a quizzical look at Iggy who shrugs her shoulders, just as bewildered as Melody before she sighs.
Queen Melody: Proceed. What is your grievance Jeff?
Jeff Noon: How come you make me wear pants around the Pleasure Palace, but Cyrus doesn’t have to?!
Queen Melody: Jeff, we’ve been over this sweetie. You skip leg day.
Jeff Noon: You’re trying to tell me that Cyrus ‘Chicken Legs’ Black doesn’t skip leg day?!
Queen Melody: Your grievance is noted. The next subject, please?
Iggy ushers Jeff away, still muttering about that ‘skirt wearing scoundrel’ as Melody tries valiantly to not start giggling as a random EWC fan approaches, looking a little intimidated before giving Melody a proper bow.
Queen Melody: What can I do for you?
Random EWC Fan: I have a grievance, and… I’m sorry your majesty, but I think this is all your fault. Lunch Time has absolutely obliterated every food truck today! The only place with anything left for dinner is the one run by those two weird Scottish guys, and all they have left is Haggis!
The crowd murmurs, a few people speaking up with confirming ‘yeah!’s’ and Melody purses her lips with a slight frown. After a moment, she nods and shrugs her shoulders.
Queen Melody: Your grievance is fair. I will claim partial responsibility for Lunch Time demolishing the food trucks as they’ve surely eaten their feelings after losing to Iggy and I last night. I believe it’s only fair then, that I cover dinner tonight. Everyone here in the courtyard, your dinner is on me tonight. Last night’s championship retention bonus ought to cover it. No one will need to endure the suffering of Haggis on my watch.
The crowd cheers and the man in front of her bows down yet again, a hard to hear ‘thank you, your grace’ escapes as he ducks out of the line and Iggy is back to her bouncer position, ushering up the next person. He’s wearing a kilt and a ‘#KiltBrosTakeoverEurope’ t-shirt, holding a crumpled up piece of paper.
Queen Melody: What’s your grievance tonight, sir?
He holds out the crumpled paper, looking frustrated before huffing.
KiltBro Fan: Where. Is. He?
Queen Melody: ...Who?
He crumples the paper, and it becomes clear that its one of Kyle Gautier’s ‘Missing D.O.G’ signs. Melody sighs, shrugging her shoulders before she shakes her head in defeat.
Queen Melody: I’m sorry. I don’t know where Dave is. Him and his abs haven’t been seen since his Vegas residency for Magic Mike. I assure you, the boys are just as concerned as you are about his mysterious disappearance. But that’s who he is - bit of a mystery that guy. He’ll be around when he wants to be seen, or Tay drags him out by the ear. I do apologize that he’s not here this weekend though.
KiltBro Fan: Yeh.. thanks..
He walks off, sulking as Melody watches him leave with a frown. Before she can even turn back to the line, she can hear a shrieking woman’s voice nearly pushing past Iggy at the head of the line.
Irate Woman: YOU! You have to make this right! Nobody else will even listen to me!
Melody is taken aback, and raises an eyebrow at this woman’s audacity to talk to her like that. With this, we fade to a musical performance by Billie Eilish for the WrestleFest crowd...
After the performance we cut to some tweets talking about tonight's Main Event:
And speaking of Cyrus, a reminder from the champ to join in the bonus festivities happening as we speak:
And last but not least, a tweet from the "Queen of EWC" herself, Melody Malone:
And with that, we return to the scene in progress...
Queen Melody:Excuse me?
Irate Woman: That FILTH yesterday! Everyone just keeps saying they can’t do anything about it! I want an answer, who let that man pull down his trousers in front of the ENTIRE FESTIVAL?!
It suddenly clicks for Melody, that this woman is clearly scarred by the antics of Tommy Love yesterday afternoon. She holds her hands up innocently, a stern voice coming out as she addresses the woman and the rest of the crowd that’s gathering behind the proverbial Karen.
Queen Melody: I’m as outraged as the rest of you are about that man’s antics. I can’t control him, and I can’t even get the EWC headquarters to answer me and Xavier Reid’s completely legitimate question about whether or not therapy is covered by our employee health insurance. What I can offer, however, is crisis counselors on site starting tomorrow for anyone who needs to seek professional help after the atrocity they witnessed yesterday afternoon. If the EWC won’t provide it, then I will. No one needs to suffer in silence with those kind of horrid thoughts in their head.
Irate Woman: That’s not enough! I demand monetary compens-
She’s cut off by Iggy’s hand clapping over her mouth, shaking her head as she physically escorts her out of line and Melody gives Iggy a wink. As she’s carted off, two people walk up side by side. Both of them are wearing PETA t-shirts and frowning. Melody takes a quick stock around her, not noting any fur and exhaling that she’s not likely to get pigs blood or something equally ridiculous thrown on her.
Queen Melody: And what can I do for you two?
PETA Supporter 1: We have a grievance!
PETA Supporter 2: Yesterday, a heinous attack was carried out on Mario - the Kansas City Penguin - and we demand justice.
Queen Melody: ...You DO realize he isn’t a real penguin right..?
PETA Supporter 1: Irrelevant! Implying violence against animals is inexcusable and barbaric.
PETA Supporter 2: And justice needs to be brought against Scorpio.
They both stand there, hands firmly on their hips before Melody turns and whispers something to the courier who stands at attention beside her throne. He nods, grabbing Iggy by the hand and dragging her off as Melody turns her attention back to the two PETA supporters in front of her.
Queen Melody: I suppose I can’t argue that justice needs to be brought to Scorpio for his attack yesterday, but I won’t. That’s firmly in Ace King’s hands, and it would be an insult to the man to go out and take the justice he deserves to mete out on behalf of his student into my hands. No matter my feelings on Ace, or Scorpio, that’s not my fight to get into. However, that being said, I’m all for some metaphorical justice. Iggy? Off with his head!
As Melody makes her declaration, to the right of her a guillotine is wheeled out with a waxed figure of Scorpio lying prone. Iggy pulls down her faux executioner’s hood and yanks down on the rope, releasing the blade before it slices through the wax figure with a satisfying ‘thunk’. The crowd claps in approval, a couple of errants cheers erupting as Melody and Iggy share a grin at their ‘grand finale’ moment. The two PETA supporters begin to exit, as satisfied as they can be over the display before Melody turns toward her tag team partner.
Queen Melody: I think this has gone over well, don’t you?
Before Iggy can speak up, a voice breaks through the crowd and a murmur begins to take up behind the two ladies.
Male Voice: Pardon me, I think I still have a grievance I need sorted. Time is sorta of the essence.
The girls turn around, just as we fade to another musical performance for the WrestleFest crowd, this one by Phoenix...
After the performance we got to some more tweets about the, um, extent of the festivities at WrestleFest...
And with that, we return to the scene in progress...
Male Voice: Pardon me, I think I still have a grievance I need sorted. Time is sorta of the essence.
The girls turn around, and standing a few paces from Melody is Aeon Khronos. Slightly behind him is a younger woman, dressed strikingly similar to Melody as the proverbial Queen of the EWC looks from Aeon to the woman quizzically.
Queen Melody: I might have a grievance too. What’s going on here?
Both women stare each other down, movements mirroring one another as Aeon speaks up, looking them both over.
Aeon Khronos: Time is a little muddled up, clearly. There can’t very well be two Queens of seventeenth century France. I just need to make sure I grab up the right one, take care of the little ol’ paradox before it gets out of hand, and everything can go back to being good ol’ twenty-first century.
Before Melody or the other woman can speak, a crash is heard followed by a high pitched giggle. A stage bust has been knocked over, scattering plaster all over the floor of the stage as a literal conga line comes entering in. Kyle Gautier is leading the pack, followed by Cyrus Black, Shay Kitt, Brandi LaCroix, and heading up the rear of the conga line is PRIME’s own Silver Ann Gold. She sees the fallen plaster bust and covers up her mouth with a hand in shock and Kyle’s eyes light up as he sees Melody.
Kyle Gautier: Your majesty!
Cyrus Black: My Queen!
The conga line dissolves as both men approach Melody in tandem, and the twins Shay Kitt and Brandi LaCroix give Iggy a raise of their glasses, still in hand.
Aeon Khronos: So you’re the real queen of seventeenth century France?
Kyle Gautier: Of course she’s the real queen!
He gives her an outlandish curtsey and Cyrus takes her hand, almost pulling her over in his drunken state before kissing the back of her hand.
Aeon Khronos: In that case, off we go then. C’mon Marie. Back to Versailles with you before Louis notices you’re gone.
Aeon goes to take hold of Melody’s arm, and immediately both Kyle and Cyrus turn their attention to Aeon. Melody’s eyes widen and she looks to Iggy, who jumps into action by putting herself between Melody and Aeon as Melody turns to both Kyle and Cyrus to keep from an entire brawl breaking out in the middle of court.
Queen Melody: Have you boys had a good night?
Kyle Gautier: The BEST!
Cyrus Black: Wish D.O.G were here though.
Kyle Gautier: Pour one out for our missing brother!
Somehow, the entire former conga line turned entourage pulls out small flasks (don’t ask from where) and they pour out a draught of whiskey as Iggy has Aeon a safe distance away, pointing to the other woman dressed like a French noblewoman. Aeon looks from Melody to the other woman with a nod.
Aeon Khronos: Fair enough! Thanks - now you! Back to pre-revolutionary France with you.
Aeon and the other girl head off from the courtyard as Melody heaves a sigh of relief that the crisis has been averted, except now… court has been absconded by a gaggle of kilt-wearing scoundrels. Seeing she’s lost the crowd at this point, Melody pulls the outlandish wig off and shrugs her shoulders.
Queen Melody: Ladies and gentlemen? Court is adjourned.
With her final proclamation, she plucks the flask from Cyrus’ hand and gives him a wink, taking a quick nip from it before handing it back to him. Afterall, when in France.. right?
Stephanie Matsuda is seen sitting in her dressing room with a white towel draped over her head. Sitting closely next to her with her wife, Monica Vaughan. MNB Backstage Correspondent Bob Murray carefully approached the couple with a mic in hand.
Murray: I’m Bob Murray and I’m here with the reigning and defending EWC X-Division Champion, Stephanie Matsuda, and her manager Monica Vaughan. Now Stephanie, with this being your third match with challenger Xavier Reid, what’s going through your head at the moment?
Stephanie lifts her head and takes a moment to think about her words before continuing.
Matsuda:I’ve been the X-Division Champion for five months. After having a rough start here in the Land of the Extreme I ended up becoming the champion of its most hardcore division. This wasn’t from some stroke of luck, Murray. Before my match with Kendrick Kross at Stars & Stripes, I examined every dominant X-Division Champion that came before me. I studied their moves and behavior during their title wins and their successful defenses. One thing that remained consistent between each champion is that they gave everything in that damn ring. They’re willing to risk it all in order to see things through. With that said, Xavier Reid was one of those champions. I get why he thinks I’m not a sufficient champion...that my attention isn’t completely focused on the matter at hand. But if you put the Stephanie Matsuda of 2018 up against who I am now...I would wipe the f--king floor with her. I’m the X-Rated War Queen of Monday Nights. Just because he has an ‘x’ in his name doesn’t mean that Xavier Reid is going to walk out of this Weapon X match as the new EWC X-Division Champion. It’s time to do what I have to do walk into that ring tonight.
Murray: And what’s that?
Stephanie stands up, starring Murray up and down as she places the EWC X-Division Championship over her shoulder.
Matsuda: To fight as if my life depended on it. Know it. Understand it.
Stephanie makes a gesture to the camera.
Ringside Crowd: BELIEVE IT!
Stephanie winks at Bob as she and Monica walk out of the dressing room. As the camera follows them, they walk by Samantha Hamilton, who’s leaning against the wall.
Hamilton: Knock ‘em dead, sweets.
Stephanie and Monica glance at each other with smiles on their faces. Stephanie nods and pats her hand on the X-Division belt.
Matsuda: Don’t I always?
As Matsuda and Vaughan walk off, the camera lingers on the face of The Titaness who wears a confident expression on her face as we cut to the pomp and cirucmstance happeing outside, just moments away from the Weapon X structure being set up for tonight's main event...