WRESTLEFEST XVII

[EWC]

8:00 PM
Main Event
X-Division Championship
Weapon X Match
Xavier Reid
Vs Stephanie Matsuda

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We return to ringside where Joe, Cid and Sandra wait for Xander and Stephanie

Aiello: Welcome back and get ready for our Main Event and one of the best matches of all of Wrestlefest!

Sydney: This will be a great match but I think Xavier will end up coming out the new champion

Amsler: Don’t be too sure of yourself there, Cid. Can make yourself look like an ass.

Dobrev: The following match is a Weapons X Match and is for the X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!

The jumbo screen flickers and the picture of a sky appears on the eve of a storm, the clouds are dark and rolling across the sky quickly and with aggression. The lights inside the arena start to dim, the rumbling of a storm can be heard over the speakers as lighting appears in the clouds



Dobrev:Joining us first, from New York City, weighing in at 220 pounds XAVIER REIIIIDDD!



The cracking of lighting grows louder and louder until two strikes hit the stage



First from the right and then from the left as ‘Papercut’ starts to play out…



Smoke rises up from where the lightning hit stage as Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage, his arms crossed in a X over his chest as he stands at the top of the stage and looks out towards the ring.



The fans have a mix reaction as he starts to walk towards the ring, shadow boxing as he does so ignoring the fans until he reaches ringside



Xavier bounces up and down while looking at the ground and then looks up and smirks as he heads towards the steps and slams his foot down on each step as he marches up the steps and jumps into the ring and heads right to far corner and climbs to the middle rope and tosses his arms into the air into a X as he looks over the crowd.

Dobrev: And his opponent, Making her way to the ring! Being accompanied by Monica Vaughan! From Brooklyn, NY! Weighing in at 132lbs, She is the current EWC X-Division Champion” The War Queen” STEPHANIIEE MATSUUDDAA!

“Rainy Days” by Boogie plays as Stephanie "Cloud" Matsuda walks out dressed in her signature black fitted cap and a bandanna around her face. She has the EWC X-Division Championship around her waist. Trailed by manager Monica Vaughan, Matsuda walks on stage and crouches low, getting ready for her match.
Stephanie and Monica walk down the ramp, their eyes fixated on the ring. At the bottom of the ramp, Matsuda runs and slides into the ring. She takes a moment to run the ropes and throws her hat into the crowd. She then climbs the nearest turnbuckle, pulls down her bandanna, and holds up her title as she stares into the crowd. She then jumps down and gives her ref her belt as she prepares for her match.

Aiello: This Match is sure to be a great one, let’s get this thing on the road

DING DING DING

The two competitors look at one another, neither one wanting to make the first move. They both look up at the title that is hanging from the X and then back at one another. They head towards the other and goe for a tie-up but Xavier sends a boot to the gut of the Champion catching her off guard followed by a sharp elbow to the neck knocking her down to a knee, as this happens he sends kicks to the body of Stephanie trying to wear her down as fast as possible. He sends one last kick to her body which causes her to fall down to the mat and he walks over towards one of the turnbuckles, instead of just trying to climb up the scaffolding he pulls a kendo stick off. Stephanie by this time had gotten up and Xavier turned around and swung the stick but Stephanie ducked it! Stephanie quickly turns around and as she turns around Xavier does as well but Stephanie hits him hard with a punch and a dropkick knocking him down! She grabs the kendo stick that he grabbed from the scaffolding and swings it connecting hard onto Xaviers back! She swings once, twice, three times leaving welts on his back. She stands over Xavier with a smile and looks at Reid laying flat down on the mat.

Aiello: These two are coming out ready to do whatever it takes to win that belt, this should be a good one.

Sydney: Xavier not wanting to do a tie-up that’s the way to get a match going.

Amsler: Damn’t to hell you only need to hit him once with that.

The X-Division Champion walked over towards the scaffolding and looked at the weapons hanging down. She saw a barbed wire bat which put a small smile on her face. After seeing it she ripped the bat off of the scaffolding and kept it in her hands waiting for Xavier to stand up. As Xavier stood up she ran at him and swung it connecting hard with his chest and stomach ripping it and put some rips in his #AllMistAce shirt as well. As he fell back down holding at his now bleeding chest Stephanie proceeded back over towards the scaffolding and started to climb up it. She grabbed one of the cables and straddled it slowly making her way over towards the hanging title. She gets about halfway there but her legs slip off! This causes her to just be able to move with her hands. Stephanie gets about three quarters of the way there but by this time Xavier had gotten back up and he was able to jump and grab her foot pulling her down! He lands back on his feet but she lands on her back hard! Xavier holds his chest but slowly makes his way over to another part of the scaffolding and pulls down a chair. He drops it in the middle of the ring and helps Matsuda gets up. He quickly turns her around and jumps wrapping his legs around her neck then flipping hitting her with a X-Steiner straight onto the chair! (Reverse Standing Frankensteiner). Xavier looked at another one of the weapons attached to the scaffolding and walked over grabbing a crowbar which he twirls in his hand. As she gets up to a knee he runs at her and hits her directly in the chest with it! She immediately falls to the mat which allows Xavier to turn her over and put the fork side in her forehead and push down on it leaving two deep punctures in her head! Not finished who uses it to hit her chest once again. He drops the bar by her and walks over towards the scaffolding still holding his chest.

Aiello: What the hell!? A crowbar to her head? That’s too much!

Sydney: I love it, Joe. Gotta do what you gotta do! That could be dangerous though. Xavier looked like an idiot.

Amsler: Make up your damn mind, is it a good move or is it dangerous?

Stephanie is still down barely moving and holding her head which a lot of blood has started to come out of. Meanwhile Xavier has made his way half up the scaffolding each time he raises his arms though the tears open a bit more. Stephanie has started to move and got herself up to all fours by now though Xavier has straddled one of the cables and slowly, inch by inch, starts to make his way over towards the hanging X-Division Championship. Xavier gets about halfway there before his legs slip! He keeps making his way though, even slower now giving Stephanie enough time to recover. She is able to slide out of the ring and lift up the apron bringing in a big bag that she had hidden. She untied it and pulled out a heavy chain whip which Xavier sees and tries to make his way faster towards the title but Stephanie, covered in blood at this time, is able to slowly make her way back in and stand up, albeit a little wobby. As Xavier gets near the belt and tries to reach for it Stephanie uses the whip and slaps it hard against Xaviers back! Trying to ignore the pain she hits him two more times before he falls and hits the mat hard! A smile comes over Matsudas face as Xavier had rolled over to his back at this point. She looks at the chain then looks at Xavier, Matsuda raises the chain and hits Xavier with it making a sickening sound. She does it three more times slowly opening his back but she isn’t finished. Matsuda rolls Xavier over and sends the whip three times across his face opening his forehead and leaving chain marks all over his face. After using the chain she drops it then she herself drops to a knee wiping blood from her eyes.

Aiello: Way to get the advantage, though I don’t know how she got that chain.

Sydney: That’s a great way to go about winning this match! A chain whip? That’s something I would’ve done!

Amsler: A chain across the face? That’s something you would’ve done? Shit...you want to be dis-damn-figured?

Matsuda looks at the other weapons hanging on the scaffolding ranging from a landscape rake, a meat hook and anything in between. Stephanie slowly gets up and stumbles, falling a couple times as she reaches the scaffolding. She thinks about climbing but instead pulls the metal landscape rake off of the scaffolding. She falls back down to a knee but is able to force herself back up. She uses the rake as a cane of sorts as she gets over to the still downed Xavier. She looks at the sharp spikes of the rake and puts them on his forehead then steps on it sending the spikes deep, getting payback for the crowbar! She isn’t finished though, she forces him over and drags the rake down part of her back, leaving scratches that start to bleed along with the chain marks! She unfortunately used alot of her energy on this, as she falls to a knee. She tries to slowly crawl from the middle of the ring to one of the turnbuckles. It takes her a little bit but she finally gets there and slowly pulls herself up onto the scaffolding where she takes a step, and almost falls but catches herself. She slowly takes another and finally gets to the cables. Xavier makes his way to the corner where he is able to barely push the steps off and grab a paintball gun that he put under there! He grabs the loaded gun and sets up in the corner. He waits for Stephanie to slowly get on the cable and as she does he hits her hard in the chest, with nine of them, each pull releasing three. Her chest now painted green and with welts forming as she drops hard off of the cable. He drops the gun but isn’t able to move

Aiello: A rake then a paintball gun!? What is this?! We are supposed to have a wrestling match but we’re getting a backyard brawl.

Sydney: I don’t know which way this is going to go but I’m loving it, both of them doing whatever it takes.

Amsler: Come on! Get that rake out of here! We don’t need any gardening of faces!

Xavier slowly pushes himself up after sitting there for a few moments. He stumbles over to the downed Stephanie and picks her up. He takes a few swings at her hitting her as hard as he can with his fist knocking her down to a knee he bends over though trying to catch a breath as they are both spent at this point. He goes for his kicks to the chest but Stephanie is able to grab the first one and push him off. Xavier stumbles back and Stephanie pulls herself up slowly with the ropes. She stumbles over towards Xavier and grabs him hitting him with a suplex not knowing he would land directly on the chair that was used earlier. Stephanie is able to get up, having some adrenaline rush through her body and pick Xavier up and use the Blasian Mist on him! This backs him up into one of the corners where she is able to put him up on the top and follow to hit her finisher, Star Driver! This though took everything she had out of her as they both end up rolling over and into the middle of the ring.

Aiello: The Star Driver! This should be over!

Sydney: Get a wrestling move and suddenly it’s over? No, Xavier’s going to think of something to end her.

Amsler: End her? What you think that she is just going to die and let this go? No.

As they both get into the middle of the ring neither one of them are moving. After about ten seconds though, Stephanie starts to move and is able to crawl over towards one of the turnbuckles. Xavier follows her crawling as well. As she helps herself up she goes for a staple gun, she grabs it but Xavier is able to take it from her as he punches her in the gut. He puts the gun beside them and grabs her in the X-Out! He holds on the submission as long as possible, knowing that he can’t win this way but he can help it to where he has the best chance of winning. As she slowly fades he lets go and grabs the staple gun, not wanting to leave well enough alone. He grabs one of her hands and uses the gun and sends multiple staples into one hand, he does it on the second and then he puts multiple staples into her head! Xavier catches his breath and tries to slowly crawl over towards the scaffolding. As he reaches it, he knows that Stephanie is in pain from the staples but she needed to fight through it. Which helped her slowly start to crawl over towards Xavier. Xavier had gotten to the turnbuckle, but Stephanie was near the bag she got out from the ring and pulled out two flashbangs she had. Using all of the strength she had she threw them, hiding her face causing them to stun Xavier! He fell hard to the mat which gave her enough time to recover and slowly crawl towards the turnbuckle. Stephanie is able to get Xavier up onto the turnbuckle and set him up perfectly for Star Driver! She jumped off and hit him with it but even after Xavier was able to roll through and use the X-Out once more! He kept her in the hold longer this time but used everything he had to make sure she’d stay out. He though rolled over towards the opposite turnbuckle so when he made his way up she couldn’t follow him. As he slowly recovered and pulled himself up on the ropes he didn’t look back but she was doing the same. They both reached the scaffolding and cables at they same time and inched towards the belt. As they reached it Xavier wasted no time, he used Asian Mist which caused Stephanie to grab at her eyes and fall which allowed Xavier to grab the belt!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner by retrieving the belt AND NEW X-DIVISION CHAMPION! XAVVIIEERR REEIIIIDDDD

Xavier dropped down after claiming the X-Division Championship and held it up as he leans against the ropes holding himself up looking down at Stephanie who is out of the ring being attended to.

Aiello: What a match, here we were expecting a wrestling match but we got a brawl, Xavier somehow was able to come out on top though and become a two time X-Division Champion.

Sydney: I was expecting nothing less, Joe. I don’t know what you were thinking but going for the title in a Weapon X match? Especially with the history of these two?

Amsler: Too many damn things that could’ve been prevented...assholes.

Aiello: What an absolute shocker of a main event, and when the dust settled we have a NEW X-Division Champion. That's all the time we have for tonight, for Cid Sydney and Sandra Amsler I'm Joe Aiello saying good night, and we'll see you tomorrow for more exciting action here at WrestleFest!

Camera cuts to Xavier Reid holding the title up in celebration as the show comes to a close for Day 2!

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WARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.

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WRESTLEFEST

Brought to you by Under Armour, PS4 and Dr Pepper 
Airing LIVE! on EWC NETWORK, DISH, Verizon FIOS TV, & XFINITY

LIVE! from the Arles Amphitheatre (Arènes d'Arles) in Arles, France

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WRESTLEFEST XVII 

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
Xavier Reid
Stitches
Jordan Sharpe
Kyle Gautier
Jonty Kelly
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.

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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 and welcome to day three of WrestleFest!

Sydney: This weekend has been amazing and we're not done yet!

Amsler: What are you eating?

Sydney: A burger I got from the food trucks outside.

Aiello: While he fills himself with food, our card for today is the same.

Amsler: His pen is covered in macaroni cheese sauce and he's got a burger! How much food have you bought from the food truck?

Aiello: We have the US Title on the line as Ace King gambles his seven hundred plus day title reign against the challenging Scorpio. The North American Title is also on the line as Wes Walker steps up to challenge Kyle Gautier!

Sydney: The cheese pen is from yesterday but I'll head down for some macaroni later though.

Amsler: You are disgusting!

Aiello: Like Cyd, our plate runneth over as we have a War Games Match as teams from Prime and Brawl promise to shred each other like the cheese on Cyd's macaroni on the cage walls.  

Sydney: We also have Damage Inc, ShieldMaidens and Voshon Jackson. I can't wait to tuck in to this card

Aiello: Well you have just enough time to wash before dinner because our show starts ... right after this message from EWCTV.

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[EWC]

The scene opens on an arcade area somewhere on the Arles Amphitheatre grounds. Youth and adults alike are mingling together… sharing the joy in gaming. The camera sees, out of the corner of it’s eye, Clara Monroe. She’s here in France, but not booked. Just taking it all in. On her own dime even. Just absorbing and learning and watching the incredible event go down. She slowly stalks the floor of the arcade like a ghost trying to remain invisible. She is not fazed by the loud noises or the running around of little feet and little bodies. She is calm. Collected. Like an investigator. Just taking it all in. Out of the corner of her eye she sees a console. Two guns, one red and one blue, are being double-fisted by an ambitious kid.

In that moment, Clara freezes. It’s not quite the noise. Not quite the visual. But the combination of all those forces that makes her body stop. Cold. Dead in it’s tracks. She peers at the screen and at the kid wielding the plastic, fake weapons. She focuses intently. Like she’s going to disarm the kid. Wrestle him to the ground before he even has a chance to know what’s happening.

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Just as Clara is about to strike, the mother of the kid comes into view. She is clearly exhausted trying to wrangle a family through this maze of games, food, and wrestling. But she alone saves the day. And saves Clara from a potentially embarrassing situation before her first match even takes place in the EWC. It was like she was in a trance… Unable to really separate her past from the present. The innate sense to neutralize the opponent… without any care for the situation at hand or the consequences of her actions beyond merely surviving.

You can see Clara Monroe’s blood pressure return to normal as the guns are holstered and the kid in question is whisked away. Clara takes a deep sigh of relief. Almost like she is thankful to her own body for remaining calm enough for JUST the right amount of time. And with that, she thinks better of her presence in this neck of the Wrestlefest woods. She exits the arcade tents and heads back to the food and fodder. Another day is saved from Clara’s self-destruction. But how long can she hold it all in? As we ponder these questions, we cut to the stage where Phoenix is performing for the WrestleFest crowd!

[EWC]

Standing backstage we find Lavender and Richard Garcia thoroughly enjoying the festivities of WrestleFest. France had been so welcoming towards them and the rest of the EWC locker room and they appreciated it whole-heartedly. Now - having been by the side of one another for quite some time talking strategy and trying to formulate some sort of chemistry for Monday's affair against NSFW - both Lavender and Richard Garcia address the cameras for their thoughts on WrestleFest as a whole and their upcoming match on night four.

Lavender: Well, two shows are down now with the third kicking off today... and I am thoroughly excited. This event, this entire thing, it is an unheard of extravaganza and me, as a fan of professional wrestling, is absolutely eating it up... that and the food truck food.

Lavender rubs her stomach, a little bloated from all the food that she had thoroughly enjoyed. She would have to ensure she worked all of the food off before Monday. Late Sunday night as sure to be filled with a last ditched effort to prepare herself - both mind and body - for the encounter against Bishop Church and Mike McGuire.

Richard Garcia: It has been one hell of a journey so far, but don't for a second think we have forgotten about NSFW through the pomp and circumstance that is WrestleFest for this time tomorrow we will be back there, in that locker room, preparing for Bishop Church and Mike McGuire knowing full well that they intend on tearing our heads clean off for the sake of making a statement towards the rest of the tag team division.

Lavender: However, there is a problem with that plan of theirs, they aren't standing in front of two easily manipulated fools who will stand there and allow that to happen. They will be standing inside the Arles Amphitheatre with Lavender and Richard Garcia standing across the ring from them. Bishop Church knows what I am capable of. He may like to play the role of ignorant fool and completely forget our encounter a Scars And Stripes, but he knows. And Mike McGuire? Well, she will soon find out. They had their fun at our expense, we saw their little escapade mocking our long-winded speeches and our passion for this industry and our way of life. But all the fun and games will end tomorrow when the wrestling boots go on and we all step into that squared circle to fight what is sure to be a gruesome fight.

Richard Garcia: That's right, the fun and games will end in de course. For you see, I have been here before, I know what it takes to shine under the bright lights of WrestleFest. This time last year I stood under the bright lights of WrestleFest as the most valuable player, having beaten four other men to be named the number one contender to the Indy Championship. On a night that saw Dominic Sanders win the Undisputed Championship and Ace King continue his record reign as United States Champion, it was the wrestler from Prime who was named MVP. You know, the brand constantly over-looked and constantly jamming the words of those who doubt us down their throats - yeah, that one. It was the wrestler from Prime named MVP and this time around I fully intend on shocking the world again alongside Lavender...

Lavender cuts off Richard Garcia.

Lavender: We fully intend on shocking the world again... This is the first time I have been booked on a WrestleFest card and I will not leave that amphitheatre without seizing my moment. Some of the bloodiest and most brutal battles have been fought in this amphitheatre by gladiators for the sake of survival, and that is exactly what Richard Garcia and myself will do; survive. Endure, survive, conquer. For once the smoke clears on WrestleFest know that it was the two of us who were the conquering heroes, having slain the big, bad giants and silenced their condescending bullshit, even just for a while.

Richard Garcia: And with that we will enjoy the rest of the festivities today and march onward towards tomorrow.

We cut from Garcia and Lavender to where The Killers have taken to the stage.

[EWC]

11:00 AM
Show Open
Tag Team Match
Damage Inc Vs S.T.

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We return to ringside to officially kick off the 3rd day of WrestleFest.

Aiello: Ladies and gentleman, it’s 11AM here and that means only one thing, it’s time for some in ring action for WrestleFest. Old foes will start the day off as Damage Inc takes on S.T.!

Sydney: I guess I am supposed to go for Malice and Mayhem in this one but damn these two are so weird.

Amsler: Figure that would make you chums, Cid. Anyway, I’ve got no horse in this race but Bandit and Psycho are bad bad women. This isn’t going to be a match, it’s going to be gang warfare.

Dobrev: The following match is a tag team contest! Joining us first, representing the Shieldmaidens, weighing in at a combined 225 pounds ... Jackie “Bandit” Layton and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, S.T.!!!!

"Pledge Your Allegiance" by Suicidal Tendencies starts up. 12 seconds in, the "S! T!" chants start. Aoife "Banshee" Maguire takes this as her cue to walk through the curtain with bodyguard/girlfriend, Katrina "Knox" Knox, right behind her. A second later, the team known as S.T., Jackie "Bandit Layton and "Psycho" Saoirse Maguire, walk through the curtain as well. the four women make their way to the ring where banshee steps through the ropes first, the others following her in. She takes the center of the ring with Knox behind her and points to the two corners facing the camera. Bandit takes the left corner, Psycho takes the right and all four raise a fist in the air.

Dobrev: And their opponents, representing FEUD, weighing in at a combined 725 pounds pounds ... MALICE AND MAYHEM, DAMAGE INC!!!

Flames explode to either side of the stage. The lights come up on Sinestro Sinister who is standing with his tattooed back to the crowd, his arms outstretched in a crucifix pose. For Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica begins to roar through the arena. The lights flash and Sinister turns to face the people. Lacey Savage walks from the back holding Sinister's suit jacket, which she slips over his arms. The light pulses like lightning and Lacey Savage pulls up a skull bandanna to cover her lower face. When the lightning pulses again a thick smoke rolls in, and from the smoke come two huge figures dressed in matching leather jackets that reach all the way to their matching boots. The two men are wearing full face masks that look like skulls. Each skull face is partially covered by a bandanna, outlaw style. The two men flank Lacey and they all come to stand behind Sinestro. With a nod of the head from Sinister the group begins to stalk in lock step to the ring. Lacey climbs the steps ahead of her charges and holds the middle rope open for them to step stiffly through. Once inside the ring both monsters simultaneously shed their masks and jackets. Clustering together in the corner they huddle up for a final game plan, each member sizing up their opponents and getting ready for a war. From his place at ringside Sinestro eyes the competition with a steely, almost satanic, stare. Malice holds the ropes open for Lacey and she joins Sinister out on the floor where the pair begin to conspire against their common enemy.

Aiello: Lots of people here at ringside. Sandra may be right. This is going to be a war.

DING DING DING

Amazingly the match doesn’t devolve right away into chaos. The managers stay at ringside and maybe cast some nasty looks at each other but this rematch between these two teams had been boiling for awhile. Malice tries to get the upper hand right away with a clothesline to Layton but perhaps out survival instinct, she ducks and takes over. Much to the frustration of Sinestro, Bandit and Psycho isolate Malice from Mayhem. What they lack in size and strength, they make up for cunning. They both tag in and out quickly, keeping the big man off his feet with kicks and stomps to the knees and back of the leg. Much to the chagrin of Lacey Savage, they stomp a mudhole into Malice! S.T. remains in control until Lacey starts towards the girlfriends of their opponents with a chair in hand. That momentary distraction allows for Malice to break free, dumping Bandit over the top rope and then smashing the legal woman in this bout Psycho with a clothesline right to the throat!.

Aiello: That momentary distraction is all Malice needed to get back into this bout!

Sydney: Maybe if these fellas and ladies left everyone in the back, I’d know what the hell was going on!

Amsler: Can’t believe I’m agreeing with you but a broken clock is right twice a day.

Malice lives up to Damage Inc.’s promise to afflict brutal violence upon their rivals here. The veteran EWC grappler nearly puts Psycho away himself with a horrific savate kick! Psycho kicks out in just the knick of time but Malice wastes no more himself to get his fellow big man Mayhem into the ring. Completely aware of the rules, Malice buckle bombs Psycho and a split second later, Mayhem flies in with a big dropkick. Psycho slumps down in the corner and before rolling out of the ring, Malice slams iinto her with a basement dropkick!

Aiello: Shock and Awe from Damage Inc! It’s scary seeing how quickly those two move!

Sydney: Not to be confused with the tag team of that name. Heard they were working at Wal-mart now. Glad they’re okay.

Amsler: Shut the hell up, Cid.

Mayhem nearly got the three count right there if it wasn’t for a well placed knee to side of his oversized cranium from Bandit. But the big man shoved away effort to turn the tide in this match. And with the referee distracted, Mayhem grabs Bandit by the leg and pulls her to the outside. From their a huge brawl happens at the ringside area. Sinestro barks orders as Malice and Lacey exchange blows with Knox and Banshee as they protect their fellow Sheildmaiden. Back in the right, Mayhem slows it down with a rear chin lock. He reasserts control whenever Psycho tries to fight out of it. The referee calls for help as the fracus on the outside starts to cause destruction! Fellow referees and security pour out from the back having to separate the fight before it spills into the ring. Finally, the referee throws them all via instructions to the ring announcer! Well, he tried, it took several moments for the referees and security to pull them all apart and get some order.

Aiello: And now it’s just to the two teams. Might be a cautionary tale. Maybe put these two in a cage next time.

Sydney: They have to go back. All of them.

Amsler: And you can join them.

Mayhem still has control of Psycho but not for long. The motorcycle enthusiast battles to a standing position with three sharp elbows to the midsection. She tries to pull away but Mayhem grabs her by the hair. She spins around involuntarily. Mayhem grabbed her by the throat and lifted her into the air but in a rare act of desperation, she rakes his eyes! She drops down to her knees and scrambles to her knees with Mayhem in pursuit, he grabs onto a leg and pulls her back away from the willing and ready Bandit! Hopping on one leg, Psycho looks to be in dire straights right before she possibly splatters Mayhem’s gray matter all over the mat with a nasty enziguri! She tags in Bandit! Bandit helps her partner to his feet just in time to duck over a double clothesline from Malice! S.T. totally eliminates Malice from this match with Stealing Sanity! They don’t have much time to celebrate as Mayhem hits a double handed blow to the back of Psycho’s heat. He blocks an attempt for a forearm smash and pumps his legs into the air for a bicycle knee strike and knocks out Psycho cold! Bandit tries to break up the pin but Malice drops off her off the apron and shoves her into the steel steps. Damage Inc secures the three count and the win!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall DAMAGE INC!!!

Bandit drags Psycho out of the ring as Malice joins Mayhem to celebrate their hard fought victory!

Aiello: What a fight as advertised!

Sydney: FSW wins again, baby!

Amsler: I think this one is far from over, look at how these two factions look at each other. There’s respect sure, but man they hit hard tonight.

Aiello: Big win for Damage Inc, but don't you go anywhere folks. FN'R will have the spotlight in just a bit when Voshon Jackson takes on "Bullet" from the ShieldMaidens. 

Camera cuts over the cheering crowd. 

The camera cuts over to French pop band Phoenix, who begin to perform their hit "Lisztomania"

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[EWC]

The feed cuts to black before an image slowly fades into an image with the following definition on it:


War
/wor/
noun

A state of armed conflict between different nations or person(s).



This image remains on the screen for a few seconds before fading out to video of Brawl #538 from Las Vegas, Nevada.

Sanders stands again and Antoni quickly embraces him and tosses him with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd is amped once more screaming TONGA in unison with every offensive maneuver. Sanders tries stepping to his feet and Antoni runs and hits him with a knee strike. Sanders collapses to the ground. Antoni covers him.

Carter: Antoni taking his first pin attempt here.

1...

2...

Kickout!!!

Sanders gets his shoulders off of the mat. Antoni picks him up. Sanders now feeling a little desperate racks Malietoa's eyes. Antoni steps back and Sanders lifts him into a fireman's carry and successfully transfers him into the backstabber. He covers him.

1...

2...

3...

DING DING DING

Jessica Stroup: And here is your winner Dominic Sanders!

Sanders slides out of the ring as quickly as possible and grabs his belt and walks up the ramp. Yeshwa steps away from the Announce table and catches up to him. Sanders stops dead and trash talks Yeshwa. Yeshwa points to the title and mimics it around his own waist. Sanders points the ring.

Bennett: The Limit have arrived!!!

The Limit are in the ring.Ethan Alexander and DJ are attacking Antoni with steel chairs. Taking turns smacking him. Yeshwa takes a step toward the ring and Sanders smashes him from behind with the title. Leaving him unconscious on the floor. Antoni fights through the pain and gets to his feet before The Limit both swing their chairs at the same time and connect to the already injured knee of Antoni’s. Antoni collapses immediately like a dead weight.

Aiello: THE SAMOAN WARRIOR MIGHT BE DEAD!!! Did you see that vicious and unprovoked attack by The Limit?!

Bennett: Unprovoked?! The Limit were provoked WEEKS ago when Yeshwa and Antoni beat them right here on Brawl. This is just payback!

Carter: This isn’t payback, that was an absolute massacre!!! This is uncalled for!!!

The Limit slide out of the ring and join Sanders as they walk up the ramp, joining Dominic who has a huge grin on his face. All three members of America’s Most Hated celebrate as they walk. Monday Night Brawl fades out with the image of Dominic Sanders holding his title over his shoulder and The Limit looking onto the carnage that they just created.

The camera fades out again and then fades in on and image of an emergency room, Doctors are working in unison to operate on a man. The camera slowly pans around the doctors and then up the table to show the face of a man who hasn’t been seen in quite a while…Antoni Malieatoa. The camera then fades through a few images back to back.

The feed now changes quickly to ringside as we are now looking at ring 2 as “Be Somebody” by Ft. Minor featuring Lupe Fiasco starts to encompass the Arles Amphitheater. The crowd is immediately brought to their feet by the music as they begin to buzz with excitement.


Aiello: Wait a minute, there’s no way.

Syndey: it’s only been seven months since Antoni Malietoa was forced to have multiple surgeries on his injured leg, there is no way he is ready to return.

The crowd erupts as Antoni walks through the curtain wearing a suit, an obvious and bulky knee brace over his left knee.

The crowd is slightly muted but still cheering for the Samoan warrior as he makes his way to the ring slowly.

Amsler: Antoni Malietoa, the Great Warrior of EWC, was last seen in May when he was absolutely decimated by The Limit after being pinned by Dominic Sanders who, like he did with Antoni’s brother in arms Yeshwa, had to cheat to win the match.

Aiello: It looks like The Great Warrior has something to say as he is now asking for a Mic.

Antoni is handed a microphone as he slowly makes the climb up the steel steps, taking in the crowd reaction. He steps between the ropes and waits a few moments before he tries to speak, but is cut off by the crowd:

WELCOME BACK!

WELCOME BACK!

WELCOME BACK!

Antoni Malietoa: Wow… Seriously, this is…. Beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

The crowd cheers again.

Malietoa: Seven months ago I laid in this ring, curled up and dreaming in pain as I felt almost every bone in my left leg break and fracture as the The Limit pummeled me. This was after having my eyes gouged out by Dominic Sanders because he knew he couldn’t beat me fair and square.

Antoni let’s a silence set in.

Malietoa: I learned a valuable lesson that night in Vegas… I learned that I have limits. Every great warrior has to learn just how far they can go before their body betrays them. That night in Vegas, my body betrayed me. Dr. Psycho weakened me and I pushed on and went to Thunder anyway and got beat up by Scorpio. So it wasn’t that I wasn’t strong enough to beat Dominic Sanders, because as the World saw he had to cheat to win, it was that I wasn’t strong enough to ward off The Limit. A mistake that I will never make again.

The crowd is buzzing again.

Malietoa: War is never ending. War is absolute and my Way rages on each and every day that I recover from this gift that I was given.

Aiello: Gift? What is he talking about?

Malietoa: Sleep is a weapon, rest is a weapon and all The Limit did was give me another weapon. I know exactly what I am capable of now thanks to you two and next season the Great Warrior will be returning to the EWC ring to continue to go to war with anyone that wants to step into this ring and go one on one with Great Warrior.


The crowd goes wild and begins another chant

TONGA!

TONGA!

TONGA!

Malietoa: I’m going to enjoy the rest of my time off, do some surfing in the beautiful waters off of Samoa, enjoy the time I have with my family, because in 2020 I am putting my armor back on and I am going RIGHT back to the front lines of the battle. I know I will have to prove myself all over again, but I am up for it. So prepare yourselves EWC…. The Samoan Warrior is coming!!!

Antoni drops the mic and starts to make his way out of the ring as the crowd cheers him on.


Aiello: It seems like the war goes on for Antoni Malietoa. That is an astounding turn around for someone who had so many injuries to one part of his body not seven months ago.

Sydney: I may not agree with his hipster crap, but that is one big dude that can hurt you in a LOT of ways.

Amsler: 2020 can’t come soon enough!

The camera cuts over to Phoenix, who are preparing another song.

[EWC]

The scene moves to outside of the Arles Amphitheatre where Lunch Time are standing next to a souvenir stand. Tater has a plush cowboy hat on his head.

Tater: Hey PARTNER!

Meat: Howdy PARTNER!

Tater: I’ve got a gift for you!

Meat’s eyes grow big with excitement. Tater pulls out a small box.

Meat: What is it?!

Tater: Open up!

Meat grabs the box and opens it. It’s got a well-put together taco inside. Rare cuts of beef line the flour tortilla. Crumbles of feta cheese, strips of bacon, and a light drizzle of au jus sauce complete the ensemble.

Meat: This taco looks glorious! Thanks, Tater!

Meat takes a huge bite of the taco. His eyes light up. He quickly chews and swallows the bite, only to devour the rest of the taco. Tater stands there with his fist over his mouth slightly giggling.

Tater: Good?

Meat: The best taco I have ever eaten!

Tater: Good. Congratulations.

Meat looks curious now.

Meat: For what?

Tater: You just ate Gabi Vee’s “Pink Taco!”

Meat coughs and gags for a moment. He then runs over to a trash can and dry-heaves into it. Tater flashes the camera a smile and a thumbs up as the scene fades out.

[EWC]

The camera cuts to the announce team and specifically Joe Aiello.

Aiello: These last three days have been amazing, thank you to the fans for all your support. We couldn’t have done this without you but we are not done yet. Tomorrow in our main event The Carson City kid Cyrus Black will defend his undisputed championship against the Queen of EWC Melody Malone in what is sure to be an affair from the heart. We sent our very own Bob Murray from Brawl to Carson City last week to film this secret interview with the man himself Cyrus Black, here’s what happened.

The huge MacTron in the Arles Amphitheatre starts to play the pre-recorded interview between Bob Murray and Cyrus Black. The two are sitting facing each other on opposite couches in Black’s modest home in Carson.

Murray: Cyrus, thank you for allowing us to do this exclusive interview with you.

Black: No problem Bob.

Murray: I’m just going to come right out and ask you, how difficult is it going to be to step into that ring and defend the title against Melody Malone, given your relationship with her?

Black cracks a smile and sighs as he leans back on the couch.

Black: Difficult is one way to put it. The gods honest truth.. hardest match of my professional career. Hands down. Most emotional match I’ve ever had to deal with. I’d rather walk through a thousand Insanity cage matches than have wrestle Melody.

Murray: Is there a part of you that wishes that Melody hadn’t won the rumble?

Black: Um... look... at one point yes there was a small part of me that wishes that it wasn’t her. Of course there was, but that’s not coming from a place of jealousy or hate. It’s the exact opposite. I don’t wanna fight the only person alive today that makes me truly happy, as corny as that sounds... but this is the EWC and I’m the Undisputed champion, so I have a duty to honor everyone who’s held that title before me by defending this title with everything I’ve got.

Murray: Do you think it’s fate or dare I say it karma that you have to defend the title against Melody four or five months after you two... well... started your illicit affair.

Black: For a start It’s not fate or karma or any of that crap. I don’t care what anyone says, we are in the main event because we are the best. Period. It’s not Ace King or Scorpio or Dominic Sanders that are main eventing Wrestlefest. It’s Cyrus Black and Melody Malone. Melody walked into Fort Worth and proved that she’s the best by outlasting thirty-nine other superstars at the rumble. I walked into Montreal and proved that I’m the best by surviving the Insanity Cage match. This isn’t a punishment for us for falling for each other. This is what we deserve. This is what we’ve earned.

Murray: Talk about Melody for us then, because you’ve been quoted as saying recently that she deserves to be the Undisputed champion. What does that mean heading into Wrestlefest? Is that mind games on your part? Or do you truly mean what you say?

Black: Against anyone else it would be one hundred per cent mind games. I’m not perfect. I can be an asshole and I bring a lot of heat on myself for the stuff that I say. Right or wrong, I have always marched to the beat of my own drum. When it comes to Melody though, I can say wholeheartedly that she deserves this championship... but I’m not letting her just walk into Wrestlefest and take it. Melody wouldn’t want that either. She wants a fight and believe me I’m gonna.... give it to her.

Black smirks at Murray then winks at the camera.

Murray: What if Melody wins and takes that title from you?

Black: It’s going to be heartbreaking and bittersweet, and that goes for if I win as well. Half of me will be happy for her and the other half will be devastating that I lost the very thing that I was fighting my whole life to get my hands on.

Murray: Would that spell the end for you and her as a couple if she won?

Black: I mean I hope not. Losing that title and her... that would be a lot to take. We’ve came through a lot in the last four months. No one gave us a chance but we’re still together. I think if we can get through this then we can get through anything.

Murray: Tell us what that Undisputed championship means to you?

Black: It’s everything to me... or it was... until Melody... but like I’ve been a fan of the EWC for longer than anyone knows. That’s the humble part of me that keeps me grounded. I have to always remember where I came from, back to the days when being the EWC Undisputed champion was just the silly ass dream of a skinny little boy from Carson City. This championship means respect to me. It keeps me from going full blown Scorpio and losing the plot completely. One day I promise you my name will be spoken about in the same way that people speak about Xplode and Ashton Drake and Memphis Reigns. Legends like that. I want to be a legend, I’ve never hidden that fact. I want to be immortalized, I want my name to be remembered long after I’m gone and this championship is the one thing above all else that will make that happen.

Murray: What do you think about the new look title and what does it mean to you to be the last one to hold the old championship that is now linked to guys like Xplode, Luke Wolfe, Sanders, King... and of course Ashton Drake.

Black: It’s unreal. I can’t describe how it feels to know that I’m linked to someone like Ashton Drake who changed this business for the better. When new talent come to the EWC the first thing they get told is, go back and watch Ashton Drakes matches, learn from him. Even a guy like Xplode, my all time favorite, speaks with such respect about Ashton and Xplode doesn’t just give respect out to anyone. I think it was a perfect decision to retire the old title in honor of Ashton and I think that the new title with the jewels representing all four brands is perfect. Hopefully I’ll get to hold it at least once. It’s moment like this that made me glad I came back when I did.

Murray: If you lose at Wrestlefest will you walk out on the EWC again like you did in 2017?

Black: No. Not a chance. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I’ve came through so much in the last nine months and the EWC has given me the opportunity to showcase the best of me. For that I will always be truly grateful. I’ve learned from my mistakes. The EWC is my home. For life.

Murray: One last question Cyrus... if you had to chose only one... what would it be.. Melody Malone or the Undisputed championship...

Black: I...

Black stands up and pulls the mic from his T-shirt.

Black: Sorry, this interview is over. Thanks.

As Black walks out of the shot Murray makes a gesture towards the cameraman to stop filming. The Interview ends and the MacTron goes blank as we cut back to the announce team.

Aiello: Well folks that was intense, but it’s nothing compare to what’s going to happen tomorrow when Melody Malone and Cyrus Black hit that ring in our main event of the weekend. You don’t wanna miss it. When we return, Voshon Vs Bullet!

[EWC]

1:00 PM
Singles Match
Voshon Jackson Vs Alex Carbajal

Aiello: Well, we’re officially into the second half of Wrestlefest now, and if that last match was any indication, this roller coaster ride is nowhere near ready to stop!

Sydney: Roller coasters make me sick.

Amsler: I bet rejection does, too.

Aiello: ...ANYWAY, I think this next match has the potential to quietly steal the show today, especially with the personal stakes in play!

The lullaby-like opening to NF’s ‘Therapy Session’ fills the Arles Amphitheatre, and the crowd slowly starts booing as Voshon Jackson slowly walks onto the stage, his expression void of emotion as his eyes scan the crowd.

Dobrev: The following contest is scheduled FOR one fall! Making his way to the ring... from Brooklyn, New York by way of Sao Paulo, Brazil, weighing in AT 245 pounds… VO-SHOOOOOONNNNNNN JACKSONNNNNNNN!!!

The crowd boos a little louder as Jackson makes his way down the ramp, his gaze locked in on the ring.

Aiello: Well, Voshon Jackson’s certainly looking for a bounceback after falling to Samantha Hamilton his last time out, and what better way to do it than taking out her Shieldmaiden leader on the biggest stage in EWC history?

Amsler: She ghosted him last time out, to be sure.

Sydney: I think he does it. I mean, look at him! He’s got strength and agility to spare for a man his size, so it’s a tall task keeping him down for too long.

As Jackson turns the corner, he sees his fiancee, Aubriel Suarez, sitting at ringside; he rests his forehead on hers and says a few words that can’t be picked up by the microphones before hugging her, then walking up the ring steps and stepping through the ropes, his focus now locked back in on the ramp; the Amphitheatre lights dim, and the MacTron fills up with…

“HELL IS EMPTY, AND THE MAIDENS ARE HERE!”

With that, the opening grooves to Concrete Blonde’s ‘God Is A Bullet’ permeate the Amphitheatre, and the crowd cheers as one by one, Shieldmaidens Samantha ‘Titaness’ Hamilton, Katrina ‘ Hairicin’ Knox and Aoife ‘Banshee’ Maguire make their way out, trailed by the banged-up duo of Jackie ‘Bandit’ Layton and ‘Psycho’ Saoirse Maguire. They all look to the MacTron, and after a few seconds, their leader finally steps out.

Dobrev: AND HIS OPPONENT… From Medellin, Colombia, weighing in at 135 pounds… ALEX… BULLET… CAR-BA-JALLLLLLLL!!!

The crowd cheers as ‘Bullet’ appears in her patented full-length boxing robe. She looks to her sisters with a nod, then all six make their way down to the ring.

Aiello: Well, if there’s one thing we’ve learned about Alex Carbajal over the last eight months or so, it’s that she’s never backed away from a fight.

Sydney: Yes, but sometimes, discretion is the better part of valour, so she may want to rethink this one.

With the Shieldmaidens by her side, ‘Bullet’ steps through the ropes, beginning to shadowbox immediately while not paying Jackson any attention. She then raises her arms high and nods before removing her robe, finally locking eyes with Jackson as the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

The bell rings to start the match, but neither one of Carbajal or Jackson makes a move within the first 15 seconds, instead taking the time to size each other up, neither combatant looking particularly pleased.

Aiello: Well, it looks like we’ve got ourselves a South American standoff in the early going!

Sydney: Arguing over who’s got the purest coke?

Aiello: Cid…

Amsler: To drink, Joe. He meant to drink. Be a little more culturally sensitive.

Sydney: ...Sure, we’ll go with that.

Jackson starts talking trash to Bullet, who doesn’t back down one bit as she starts yelling back in Spanish, both getting heated quickly. Finally, after about a solid minute of back-and-forth, Bullet reaches back and lands a hard right to Jackson’s jaw! However, the much larger Jackson merely laughs and responds by hitting Bullet with a Big Boot, knocking her to the canvas! Jackson’s focus is locked on Bullet as he barely lets her get to her feet before cornering her, only for Bullet to spring up onto the middle turnbuckle and pull Jackson’s head down into a Jumping Knee Strike! Jackson staggers backward toward the middle of the ring, but Bullet keeps on the attack, sweeping Jackson’s legs out from underneath him with a Low Spinning Back Kick!

Aiello: What a start for the leader of the Shieldmaidens so far!

Amsler: No kidding, those hips aren’t lying! She’s on the attack, and her legs are doing most of the damage.

The crowd is firmly behind Bullet as she tries to cinch in a LeBell Lock, but the much larger Jackson powers out of it and sends Bullet flying off him. Jackson bears down on Bullet, but she pops up quickly, and the two start brawling in the middle of the ring, trading hard shots back and forth as if their lives depended on it! Eventually, Jackson is able to overpower Bullet, shoving her back into the ropes… Bullet tries to land a Running Knee Strike on the rebound, but Jackson catches her leg and turns it into a vicious Single Leg Suplex, planting Bullet in the ring! Jackson goes for the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout by Bullet as Niklaus Forbes’s hand lifts off the mat the second time. Both competitors get back to their feet, and the jawing back and forth picks up immediately.

Aiello: We heard about it in the build-up, but it hasn’t taken long for the personal side to this match to unfold!

Sydney: I’m telling you, it’s about the coke!

Aiello: CID!

Sydney: Would coffee beans be better?

Aiello: Yes.

Amsler: Our differences ultimately bring us together, but Voshon’s hellbent on tearing Bullet up here tonight.

Aiello: Profound, yet accurate.

Instead of devolving into another brawl, Bullet runs back into the ropes, looking for another Running Knee Strike… Jackson’s waiting to catch her once more, but Bullet ducks underneath his grasp and bounces off the ropes… Except Jackson follows her into the ropes, and a Forearm Smash sends her tumbling over the top rope and down to the arena floor below, her lower back bouncing off the edge of the ring for good measure Jackson rolls out of the ring to continue his pursuit, picking Bullet up and lifting her up into a Powerbomb position… Bullet gets out and takes a few steps back… FLYING TRIANGLE CHOKE!!!

Aiello: She’s got it locked in tight, but they’re outside the ring, so she can’t submit him out here!

Amsler: Maybe not, but losing that kind of air can’t be good for anyone.

Sydney: I wonder how tight she has Bandit locked down.

Aiello: Cid…

The crowd cheers as Bullet gets the hold in deep, but Jackson uses his power and size advantage to break it, then turns it into a Powerbomb off the side of the ring! The crowd boos as Jackson picks Bullet up and rolls her back into the ring to beat the referee’s count, then follows her back in. Bullet is quickly back up to a knee, though she grimaces as she holds her lower back. Jackson sees this and picks her up, this time aiming for a Powerbomb into the turnbuckle… Only for Bullet to start raining Elbow Strikes down on Jackson’s head, forcing him to let go! Jackson’s head is busted open by the sharp elbows as Bullet staggers backward, then jumps up…

Aiello: CABACERA!!! I don’t know where she found the strength to do that, but she’s got the big man staggered!

Amsler: Bullet’s shooting her shot here! Zinedine Zidane would be proud.

Aiello: ...Wow, quality reference.

The crowd amps up as Bullet follows it up with a Tornado Kick to send Jackson to the canvas, and Bullet scrambles into a cover…

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOOOOO!!!

Jackson kicks out, and a frustrated Bullet rolls out of the ring for a breather, but as she does, she locks eyes with Aubriel Suarez at ringside. The crowd anticipation rises as Bullet straightens up, her demeanour softening a bit as she realizes Aubriel’s caught in the middle; she thinks about going to her cousin, but Jackson gets his wits about him in the ring and sees what’s happening, so he rolls out behind her… FATALLY REBORN TO THE RING STEPS, BUSTING BULLET OPEN!

Aiello: Jesus, what a sickening thud.

Amsler: She clearly didn’t see Ghost coming that time around...

Sydney: That’s what she gets for Medellin with his woman!

Aiello: Do you mean meddling?

Sydney: That’s what I said.

Jackson barks in Portuguese at the fallen and bloodied Bullet, his eyes full of rage as he stands over her while the crowd showers him with boos. He walks over to Aubriel for a quick kiss before returning his attention to Bullet. He rolls her back into the ring, then goes for the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOOOOOO!

At the last second, Bullet kicks out! Jackson is stunned, angrily turning to Niklaus Forbes for an explanation.

Aiello: It looks like Voshon Jackson may have cost himself the win by letting personal feelings get in the way of business, even for a split-second!

Amsler: Bullet’s still got something left in the chamber here, fellas.

Sydney: I still think she’ll get Ghosted here soon…

Amsler: Thinking about your high school days again?

Sydney: No…

Jackson angrily gets to his feet, stalking the prone Bullet in the middle of the ring and barking in Portuguese for her to get up. As he does, he pulls her into his clutches, setting up for Jackson’s Law… but before he can bring her crashing down, Bullet flips all the way over to slide out of the predicament, landing on her feet! She hits Jackson with a few Low Inside Kicks to drop him to a knee, then she runs toward the ropes, bouncing off...

Aiello: AH DIOS MIO!!! DIOS ES UNA BALA!!!

Sydney: The Spanish announce table’s over there.

Bullet connects forcefully with her Ripcord Rolling Elbow to Jackson's head, then scrambles to cover him…

ONE!

…

TWO!

…

THREE!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: HEEEEEEERE IS YOUR WINNER… ALEX… BULLET… CAR-BA-JALLLLLLLL!!!

‘God Is A Bullet’ plays again; the bloodied and beaten-up Bullet has her arm raised by Niklaus Forbes as Jackson begins to stir behind her.

Aiello: This was every bit the hard-hitting contest everybody thought it would be, and somehow, some way, the Shieldmaidens President pulled it out at the very end, but take nothing away from Voshon Jackson here at all.

Sydney: That man showed he’s one to be reckoned with going forward, he won’t ghost out.

Amsler: I don’t even think he’s done tonight, look!

Bullet’s celebration is interrupted by Jackson, who grabs her shoulder and spins her around to look her in the eyes. Jackson looks less than pleased, and the crowd buzzes as Bullet holds her ground. After about a 15-second staredown, Jackson simply nods without saying a word, then takes his leave as ‘God Is A Bullet’ picks up one more time.

Aiello: This was clearly an encounter with more personal tension and strife than anyone could have expected, but a small measure of respect shown between these two, who I highly doubt we’ve seen the end of.

As Jackson disappears up the entrance ramp, Bullet’s Shieldmaiden sisters come into the ring to celebrate with her, hoisting her up on their shoulders before a thrilled French audience with Bullet breathing a sigh of relief.

[EWC]

With the Bullet scoring a big win on behalf of the Shieldmaidens, we cut to some more tweets covering the excitement of WrestleFest:

From there we cut to an uproarious crowd at the stage, where THEORY is playing the official theme for WrestleFest, "G.O.A.T.":

[EWC]

After the performance we cut to...

"Bad Temper" by sKitz Kraven plays as Kendrick walks down to the ring, no pyros or any special effects. He seems focused as he reaches it, goes to the steps and grabs a microphone that was sitting there. He steps through the ropes and looks out at the crowd with a rare smile.

Kendrick: This event so far has been an amazing one, we’ve had great matches and some awesome title matches. The one title match I was paying close attention to was the International Championship match between Sam, a woman I’ve beaten and the Champion, Cyrus.

The crowd cheers at the mention of the International and Undisputed Champion. Kendrick’s face immediately goes to huge look of anger.

Kendrick: Yeah, go ahead and cheer your double champion. I’ve been wanting to take that title off of him for a while now and I haven’t gotten my chance, but that’s changing in 2020. I want you to listen and listen closely, Cyrus. Your days are numbered because as soon as I get a shot at you and that title, it’s going around my waist.

The crowd boos Kendrick as he talks about taking Cyrus’ title.

Kendrick: I’m going to prove that I am one of the best on BRAWL and why I should get a shot at that Championship. The next match includes me, and it’s War Games. BRAWL vs PRIME. I want everyone to pay close attention as I take out the PRIME members. I will single handedly win this match for BRAWL and Cyrus pay attention, because you and that title are next.

Kendrick drops the mic as he smirks and leaves the ring to a crowd of boos as we fade to a special look at the Arles Amphitheatre, the home of the main in-ring action of WrestleFest...

[EWC]

We cut to some shots of the fans having a blast at WrestleFest:

And with that we cut to...

Silver Ann Gold is jogging through the backstage area, looking to catch up with the rest of her team. The young, petite blonde looks a little lost and definitely nervous, but very excited as well. As she runs by, veteran interviewer Ace Heart flags her down.

Heart: Ms. Gold! One moment?

Silver: Mister Heart, hi! Yeah, I’d be glad to, but real quick, I gotta join my team.

Silver jogs in place, practically a ball of energy. Ace chuckles a bit in spite of himself.

Heart: Of course. Silver, this is not only your first Pay-Per-View, this is only your third match and you’ve been given a chance to represent your brand at the biggest show in EWC history as a member of Team Prime. How are you feeling right now?

Silver: To be honest, Mister Heart? I don’t know. I feel like a shook up pop bottle, for one. I’m as excited as I’ve ever been, I’m nervous as a long-tailed cat in a rocking chair emporium, I feel a little bit like I’m gonna barf but don’t worry, I won’t.

She laughs. Ace laughs too, but discreetly moves back a smidge.

Heart: You had some interesting words involving your mental state going into this. Do you still feel like you’re the weak link in your team?

Silver: I do. But don’t get me wrong. I’m the weakest link but what I won’t be is a liability. I don’t have experience. I don’t even have an impressive win-loss record, and this is, like you said, the biggest show in EWC history. I have a big chance to make a big fool of myself, but you know what? I’m not gonna. I’m going to give every tiny bit that I have in me. Maybe it’ll be enough, maybe it won’t. But I’d sleep better tonight, even if we lose, even if I get pinned, knowing I left everything in the ring and gave my all for my team.

Heart: Wonderful attitude. Some around here could take a lesson from you.

Silver blushes, shaking her head.

Silver: I don’t know about that... Oh, shoot! I’ve really gotta go. Thanks, Mister Heart!

Heart: Thank you, Silver, and good luck!

Bobbing her head with a smile, Silver tears off down the hall and out of sight as we cut to the stage for another performance by The Gipsy Kings for the WrestleFest crowd...

[EWC]

After the performance we cut to one of the many side stages just outside the Amphitheatre itself, where a large crowd has gathered in anticipation for something simply labeled ‘SPECIAL EVENT / EVENEMENT SPECIALE - 2:30 P.M. / 1430H’ on the sign. There are three chairs sitting on the stage with a coffee table in front of them; as everyone gets settled in, the stage lights go down, and a countdown appears on the screen…

Once the clock hits 0, a faint voice whispers...

It has to start somewhere

It has to start sometime

What better place than here?

What better time than now?

Then, the blistering opening notes to the Rage Against The Machine classic ‘Guerrilla Radio’ pulse through the speakers, with the stage lights now going off in frenzied green rays and strobes.

The crowd starts to buzz, and then about 10 seconds later, the fabled Team XTC logo appears on the screen for the first time in nearly a decade; the fans erupt as Ace King emerges from the left side of the stage with the United States Championship over his shoulder.

He points to the right side of the stage, and the cheers get louder as ‘The Technicolour Tecnico’ El Pablo comes out; the longtime friends sport Team XTC shirts as they share an appropriately-timed bro-hug before waving to the fans, many of whom are shocked by what they’re seeing. Ace offers El Pablo a raised eyebrow, which he returns with a small smirk through his mask before they finally sit down, the fans already chanting raucously…

X-T-C!

X-T-C!

X-T-C!

With a smirk of his own, Ace picks up his microphone and turns to his dear friend...

Ace King: It’s been a little while, eh?

El Pablo: Forty-seven years, eight months and thirteen weeks - can you believe it!?

Ace looks at EP, confused. An awkward pause ensues.

El Pablo: ...Since when?

Ace King: I mean, usually that’s the kind of number I get when people try to mock how long I’ve had this…

He raises the United States Championship high, prompting another raucous response from the fans before setting it back down on the table.

Ace King: ...But no, I mean it’s been a long time since we’ve worn… You know… these colours.

El Pablo: Ah yes! Back then we were a couple of guys raising our own little brand of hell in the darkest, most violent corners of the industry.

Ace King: Yep, those were the days, buddy… Not All in the Family style, of course, but the point is that while Combat Zone Wrestling holds a lot of great memories for us, we’ve both come a long way since then. Hell, we even looked like-

El Pablo: Oh, I don't think these lovely people need to be reminded of that!

‘The Gambler’ grimaces and shifts uncomfortably in his seat before allowing himself a deep exhale.

Ace King: I know, but we kinda said warts and all when we agreed to this...

El Pablo: And I told you, the cream the doctor gave me after I escaped my ex-fiancée took care-I mean…uh…

Ace offers his friend a quirky sideways glance, his face scrunched up for a moment before a look of horror washes over him.

Ace King: Oh, right… Her…

El Pablo: Yes - BUT, like you said, we've come a long way since then! You've become a decorated multi-time champion here in the EWC, and I became the star of my own personal reenactment of that scene from Game of Thrones where everybody murders Jon Snow.

The crowd gets a laugh out of that, but Ace is left scratching his head at his friend’s reference before it finally clicks in.

Ace King: Family drama, huh?

El Pablo: It's like you can Reid my mind!

Ace King: Nobody can spell it out, though… But yeah, that’s still kind of a thing, isn’t it?

El Pablo: And I dunno if you saw, but my dad's suddenly reappeared back from exile so, god, the 2020 season is gonna be just…I mean, I cannot even, you guys.

Ace King: Take the Skittletini and calm yourself down, amigo.

The United States Champion points to the conveniently-placed drink; ‘The Technicolour Tecnico’ nods and snatches the glass, leaving Ace to chat with the fans.

Ace King: Now, as I said before, the only way EWC would let us do this is if we didn’t hold anything back, including… Well…

He shakes his head and points to the screen behind them, which springs to life with photos of both men in their younger days...

Ace King: ...Yeah, not our finest hour from that perspective, but you know something? Overall, Team XTC still stands as among the most fun times I’ve had in my career.

EP smiles, as the full contents of the now-empty cocktail glass begin coursing through his system.

El Pablo: I couldn't agree more. The things we were allowed to do, the list of guys, girls and guest stars we got to meet…

From somewhere deep in the crowd, a distant voice calls out 'LION BLACKBIRD!' EP and Ace burst out laughing, before offering the heckler a brief standing ovation.

El Pablo: I think that may actually have been Leo Crow.

Ace King: Would anything be a surprise at this point? Jesus…

Accordingly, a second fan yells out ‘STEAMBOAT WILLIE!’; Ace buries his tongue in his bottom lip to keep from laughing again, while EP takes a sip of his second Skittletini.

El Pablo: Wow, both CZW fans are here - who'd have thought it!?

Ace King: Right?! Anyway, it’s been a weekend full of wonder so far, with lots of surprises… And we’ve never been shy about having a few tricks up our sleeves.

The crowd starts buzzing in anticipation as Ace nods and El Pablo tilts his head toward his friend; Ace then gestures to the empty chair.

Ace King: What, did you think I was going all Clint Eastwood on you guys? Nah, we’ve got someone for this.

Both Ace and El Pablo look backstage as the fans begin their ‘X-T-C!’ chants once more; after a few seconds…

The crowd bursts to life once more as ‘Centuries’ by Fall Out Boy begins, breaking into a standing ovation when future EWC Hall of Famer Ruthann Hunter steps out from the side of the stage!

Some fans are shocked by what they’re seeing as Ruthann makes her way to the stage to join her longtime mates, offering a warm hug to El Pablo before turning to Ace. After a few seconds, they share a big hug of their own before Ruthann waves to the crowd again, taking the empty seat between Ace and El Pablo as her music fades out. It’s not long before the crowd whips up into a frenzy once more…

WE LOVE RUTHIE!

WE LOVE RUTHIE!

WE LOVE RUTHIE!

Ace and El Pablo do their part in conducting the chants, perhaps overwhelming their friend a bit as Ace hands her the spare microphone.

Ace King: It’s been too long…

Ruthann grins over at the crowd as she sat down in the chair she took off her leather jacket and she was wearing an EWC Shirt that had her face on the front with a crown on her head with big letters of XTC on the front in the old school letters from back then. She fixed her baseball cap on her head that hand the XTC logo with them all as cartoon characters on the front. 

Ruthann “Ruthless Aggression” Hunter: Come on now it hasn’t been that long...it always great to be around you two. I was starting to think you forgot about me back there.

Ruthann smirks playfully as she fixes the microphone in front of her looking around like she was looking for something. 

Ruthann “Ruthless Aggression” Hunter: I don’t know why but I feel like we are missing something... out here with us guys.

Ace King: What do you have in mind?

Ruthann looks around a bit more before she pulls out a bag, looking inside of it with a huge grin. She looked back over at the guys as she pulls out an Ace King action figure and place it in front of Ace King. She looked inside of the bag again and pull out an El Pablo action figure place it in front of El Pablo with a grin. She then really start to grin big when she pulls hers out and places it in front of her.

Ruthann “Ruthless Aggression” Hunter: We have NEW action figures and thought your guys would love to see them before they put these bad boys out in stores in a few days. 

She starts to play with her a bit like a little girl. Ace pulls at the shoulder of his a little bit, a small smirk on his face…

Ace King: So realistic… The United States Championship accessory doesn’t come off.

EP, meanwhile, has a furrowed brow as he inspects what appears to be some kind of message printed on the back of his figure. 

El Pablo: Mine says, 'Best Before March 2018'...

Laughter ripples through the crowd, as a smirk on the face of the luchador shows the tongue-in-cheek nature of his comment. Ruthann laughs a bit as she places hers in front of her looking back out at the crowd. 

Ruthann “Ruthless Aggression” Hunter: Now I think there’s time for questions? 

Ruthann looks out towards the crowd as she point out to a little kid in the crowd as he walked over to the microphone holding his figure action. 

Little Kid: El Pablo, will you ever take your mask off again?

Ruthann looks over at El Pablo, shaking her head. 

Ruthann “Ruthless Aggression” Hunter: I hope not.. Those were the dark times of El Pablo... people were crying in skittles and everything. It was very ... very... very sad. 

El Pablo: Really? Three 'very's?

Ruth playfully sticks her tongue out, as EP finishes his third Skittletini. 

El Pablo: Anyway…no, no plans. I heard that Ace actually demanded they put 'must always wear mask' in my contract when I signed up with PRIME as he was worried people would discover I'm actually the most handsome of the two of us.

The United States Champion playfully puts up a hand following his friend’s accusation, drawing a laugh from the crowd.

Ace King: I plead the Fifth there, though I will say it’s always added character and distinction to you.

Ace throws a sly wink El Pablo’s way; he responds by scrunching his face up a bit under the mask. Something gets Ace’s attention off to the side of the stage; he simply nods in response.

Ace King: I’m getting a signal from a PR person that our dear friend Ruthann has other fancy Hall of Fame obligations she has to fulfill, but before we let her go, I’d just like to say that, through all the stops and starts in our career, Ruthann Hunter was the glue that kept Team XTC together. Speaking from personal experience, she was instrumental in getting me to EWC a few years ago, and she’s been a great friend to all of us, so I think I can speak for my pal here when I say we’re grateful to you for coming along with us when this wild ride started all those years ago.

El Pablo: I mean, what is there to say about Ruthann Hunter that people haven't already? A trailblazer and a pioneer wherever she's competed; someone deserving of every accolade she's given and far, far more talented than she'll ever give herself credit for. I'm proud to have known her more-or-less since the very beginning of my career here in the States, and to have had the opportunity to face her one last time, in the main event of StrangleMania, is something I'll genuinely cherish for the rest of my life.

Ace King: Ladies and gentlemen, how about one more hand for our dear friend Ruthann… RUTHLESS AGGRESSION… HUNTERRRRR!!!

The crowd chants boisterously for her as ‘Centuries’ comes back on; she gives both Ace and El Pablo big hugs before taking the box of action figures and handing some out to fans at the front of the stage. There’s one final cheer as she waves to the fans before taking her leave; Ace and El Pablo sit back down, nodding at the continued applause for their friend.

Ace King: It’s always great to see her, and it’ll be amazing at EWC Honors when… Do you think we can talk about it?

El Pablo: I don’t see a problem with it.

Ace King: Alright, then we’re gonna talk about it: We’re both honoured to be part of the group officially inducting her into the EWC Hall of Fame in two weeks’ time…

The Arles gathering cheers boisterously once again, with ‘X-T-C!’ chants reverberating throughout the grounds. After about 30 seconds, the crowd calms down to allow Ace to speak once more.

Ace King: She’s meant a lot to both of us throughout our careers, so when we were asked to be part of it, it was a no-brainer, and so to be part of something so special, it’s-

Suddenly, bird noises cut Ace off mid-sentence; after a couple seconds, a protester comes running on stage, EWC security in hot pursuit…

The United States Champion scratches his head as this is going on, puzzled by the development as he gestures toward the protester.

Ace King: Who let Brexito Volando come out here?

The crowd gets a laugh out of that as the protester is dragged off stage, allowing Ace and El Pablo to keep going.

Ace King: ...ANYWAY, shall we get to a couple more questions?

A few fans queue up, with a man clad in an old-school Team XTC t-shirt stepping up first.

Fan Man: First, it’s so awesome to see you guys together here. That leads into my question: We got a taste of it at StableWars last year, but do you two see yourselves becoming a tag team again before your careers are over?

Clearly caught off-guard by the question, the two friends take a look at each other as the crowd starts to buzz. Ace is first to raise the microphone to his mouth.

Ace King: Before I answer that, in talking about tag teams, I’d be remiss if I didn’t congratulate my Five-Star Friend here for his part in a tag team victory along with FSW’s Ezio DeLuca yesterday…

There’s a nice round of applause for that accomplishment; El Pablo simply waves to the crowd in acknowledgment before turning things back over to Ace.

Ace King: An impressive performance, to be sure. As for your question… The trendy thing to say is never say never, right? I mean, we’re in different places right now career-wise, but I know for me, it feels like there’s always something magical that happens when we get together, so I certainly can’t see a reason why we wouldn’t.

The crowd responds with delight as the United States Champion turns his attention to ‘The Technicolour Tecnico’ for his response.

El Pablo: I couldn't agree more. Obviously things are a little difficult with our being on different brands - especially with the schedule and the travel involved with being on PRIME - but I'm always willing to get the band back together whenever there's demand from you guys to see us spouting this kind of nonsense again!

Again, the crowd shows their support, as EP gestures for another contribution. An eager young lady nudges her way to the front, sporting a commemorative sweater from El Pablo's infamous motion picture debut 'Over the Rainbow.'

Random EWC Fan: Oh my gosh, hi! Uhm, Pablo, I just wanted to say that I loved you in Over the Rainbow and Sharkcano! I wondered if you had any other movie plans in the pipeline? And Ace, are you planning to move into other areas of entertainment at all?

El Pablo: Well, I'm still hoping to get funding for my passion project, which has always been a Spaghetti Western titled 'A Fistful of Skittles' but, no, nothing set in stone at this stage. We are working on a sequel to the 'El Pablo's Fun Time World' video game, and of course I'm working with Kanye West on the upcoming 'Sweezy Boost' range of candy, so…plenty to keep me busy!

Ace King: As for me, I’m happy to stay in the ring a little while longer, but given whom I’m marrying soon, I think I might have a couple connections should I want to branch out.

Another fan, this one wearing a plain black EWC t-shirt, comes forward to the microphone, his eyes locked in on Ace.

Random EWC Fan: It’s been great seeing you guys back together here, but Ace, you’ve got a big match against Scorpio in a few hours to try and end your record-breaking run with the United States Championship… How are you feeling going in?

The crowd boos heavily at the mention of Scorpio’s name; Ace’s demeanour gets decidedly more serious as he hears the question.

Ace King: I’d be lying if I said this felt like any other title defence, because frankly? By attacking my students on Friday night, Scorpio crossed a fucking line. I will never forgive myself for putting them in a spot where they could be in harm’s way… 

He pauses for a breath, trying to keep himself together.

Ace King: ...Those kids mean the world to me, and seeing them get hurt by those two gutted me. I typically don’t like making things personal if I don’t have to, but for tonight, Scorpio’s forced my hand. It doesn’t matter what it takes, I’m going to hurt him, and I’m going to walk out with the United States Championship STILL around my waist.

The crowd roars in approval, chanting for the United States Champion as he does everything he can to calm himself down.

Ace King: ...OK, I’m told we’ve got time for one more question.

The final fan in line steps up, looking a bit unsure of herself after what’s just transpired.

Female Fan: Can you… Can you guys do a Hoedown?

The crowd cheers boisterously as Ace and El Pablo offer each other matching sheepish grins, followed by a quick nod.

Ace King: Wow, we’ve got a Day 1 fan here! For those of you who are unaware, one of our favourite things we did was participate in these special events simply referred to as A Night of Comedy…

The words are barely out of Ace’s mouth before the crowd roars its approval, catching both men a bit off-guard.

Ace King: ...And the last thing we’d do at each show, very much in the vein of Whose Line Is It Anyway?, was to do a Hoedown. So, what does everybody think? Should we do it again?

The two men flash devious grins as they stand up before the raucous audience, the music already playing in the background…

They shuffle back and forth on the stage, each man trying to think up their verse. Eventually, Ace goes first…

Ace King: I’ve been the US Champion, for two years and no less… I’ve done it all in that time, I’ve even worn a dress… But tonight’s a different challenge, since that asshole’s a fucking tramp... So you all better watch as I LAY WASTE TO THE PEOPLE’S CHAMP!

The crowd applauds, but El Pablo hurriedly whispers something in his ear; Ace panics and quickly brings the microphone back to his mouth.

Ace King: CAMP… Camp… Forgot he hates that... 

The crowd laughs and cheers at that; Ace offers a devilish smirk and shrugs his shoulders before turning his attention to El Pablo for the next verse. The Technicolour Tecnico takes a moment to mull things over, before sinking his fourth Skittletini and taking centre stage…

El Pablo: WELL I've had my match already, so there's not a lot to plug… And Reid's the new X-Champion so he kinda pulled the rug… Don't think that this Hoedown is the weekend's worst plan though… That'd be the Open Challenge from Villano Volando!   

EP takes a bow as the crowd erupts once more. Ace offers a few inaudible comments of concern, only for EP to dismiss them with a wave of his hand.

El Pablo: He can't want me more dead...

Ace shrugs in agreement, before turning his attention back to the crowd.

Ace King: What do you guys think? For this last verse, should we go Irish Drinking Song-style, one line at a time?

The crowd roars in approval for that suggestion; El Pablo looks a bit unsure, but they both roll with it, and Ace starts things off.

Ace King: We've been doing this for ages...

El Pablo: A long time, yes indeed...

Ace King: With lots of friends along the way...

El Pablo: And a bro like Xavier Reid...

Ace King: We've always loved the business...

El Pablo: And on many days, we'll bleed...

Ace King: But I know I'd take that any day...

El Pablo: Instead of Tommy's seed!

EVERYONE: INSTEAD OF TOMMY'S SEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!!! 

The crowd breaks into a loud ovation as the song finishes; Ace and El Pablo exchange a warm smile before hugging it out on-stage as ‘Guerrilla Radio’ comes back on. The two men take a bow, then wave before going to the front of the stage to interact with the fans who are sitting there, conversing and posing for selfies as the fans stick around, loving every minute of it.

[EWC]

3:00 PM
Brawl Vs Prime
WarGames Match
David Gibson, David Bugle, Azumi Goto, Kendrick Kross
Vs Quinn Collins, Alexander Daemon, Stalker, Silver Ann Gold

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We return to ringside where we see the setup has been adjusted for this next match, the large steel cell looming over two rings as we cut to commentary, where we can see two shark cages set up nearby.

Aiello: Up next is the match beyond, as Brawl faces off against Prime in WarGames!

Sydney: Damn it Joe, you're gonna get us sued...twice!

Amsler: What are you talking about Syd, we have the rights to call it Wa--

Sydney: Shush, they'll hear you.

Dobrev: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to WarGames! Both teams will make their way to the cages at the entryway, with the first competitor of each team coming to the ring to start the match. Earlier today a coin toss was held to determine which team would receive the advantage, and after five minutes the next competitor of the team to win that coin toss will enter the ring, and so on for two minutes at a time until all competitors have entered the ring. At that point, the Match Beyond officially begins. There are no pinfalls, count-outs, or disqualifications...the only way to win is for your opponent to submit or surrender!

Sydney: Just like the good ol' days, thank God!

Amsler: Settle down, Syd!

Dobrev: Joining us first, representing Monday Night Brawl, the team of... DAVID GIBSON, DAVID BUGLE, AZUMI GOTO, and their captain... KENDRICK KROSS!

"Loud" by Motionless in White plays as the makeshift squad representing Brawl make their way to the cages, cheered on by fans of the brand. The team takes a moment to discuss who's entering the match first, and David Gibson agrees to head to the ring as the rest step into one of the cages.

Dobrev: And their opponents, representing Prime, the team of... QUINN COLLINS, ALEXANDER DAEMON, STALKER, and their captain... SILVER ANN GOLD!

"Could Have Been Me" by The Struts plays as Team Prime makes their way to the cages, cheered on by fans of the brand. This group comes to an agreement on their first competitor as Silver Ann Gold heads to the ring, staring down David Gibson as the cell lowers around them.

Sydney: Wait a damn second, why is one of the newer Prime signees their team captain!?

Amsler: Because of her heart and determination, Syd!

Aiello: That same determination seems to be the reason she's in this match to start off against Brawl's David Gibson, what a match we're about to see!

DING DING DING

The bell rings as Gibson and Gold lock up, Gibson making good on his size advantage over the Glitterbomb as he sends her into the corner, pummeling away with lefts and rights that wear Gold down quickly. She falls to the bottom turnbuckle as Gibson stomps away at the midsection. The ref starts a count, and Gibson backs off at four to break the count before charging at Gold, who sends Gibson crashing into the middle turnbuckle with a drop toe hold! Gold is back to her feet, signaling to Gibson she's ready for whatever else he can throw her way...and Gibson responds in kind, dropping her hard with a massive clothesline! Gibson continues the attack, making short work of Silver as we get a glimpse of the clock with three minutes remaining.

Gibson is in a good place as he continues the attack, looking to make an example out of the Glitterbomb in this early stage of WarGames...but Gold is starting to fight back! She begins mounting an offense on the Anti-Machine, showing the determination that earned her the captain's spot with some lefts and rights before hitting a chop across the chest...only for Gibson to laugh it off, before hitting a hard chop of his own! Gold winces in pain as she rears up for another chop, leading to an exchange between both competitor that Gibson seems to be winning with ease. The action seems to pick up from here as Gold narrowly dodges a chop by Gibson, unleashing a flurry of offense that sends him to the ropes. Less than a minute left as the crowd cheers on Gold and her tenacity in this situation, whilst the Glitterbomb charges at Gibson before leaping to a beautiful dropkick that sends him into the gap between rings! Gold approaches the ropes, only to be dragged into the gap by Gibson as the two exchange punches and chops once more! We're nearing the end of this first countdown now: 5...4...3...2...1...BZZT!

Aiello: There's the buzzer, time to find out which team's picked up the advantage...

Sydney: It's Prime! Prime's getting their next competitor out now, and it looks like...

Amsler: Stalker! He's hightailing it to the ring to help Silver out!

Stalker runs down to the ring, making a beeline for Gibson as the big men get back into one of the rings to brawl it out. Stalker manages to get one up on Gibson, leveling him with a clothesline before checking on Silver to see if she's okay. Gibson back to his feet as Stalker turns his attention back to the lone competitor from Brawl in this match right now...only to be blindsided with a forearm to the head! Gibson stays on the attack, sending him to the gap between rings as Silver manages to get to the top rope. Gibson throws Stalker into the other ring, turning to watch in amazement as Silver leaps off the top rope with a double axe handle! The much smaller Gold tries her best to stay on the offensive as we are already counting down to the next competitor: 5...4...3...2...1...BZZT!.

Aiello: Time to find out who's coming in from Brawl now...

Sydney: Azumi Goto! There she goes, looking to even the odds for the red brand!

Azumi makes her way to the ring, her attention focused on Gold, as the two women go at it! They exchange holds, with the slightly more experienced Azumi getting the upper hand as she sends Gold into the ropes before hitting a spinning kick on the rebound. Azumi hops onto the second rope, using it as a springboard to hit a bulldog on Gold into the canvas. Meanwhile, Gibson and Stalker resume their exchange of might and strength, culminating in a running powerslam by Stalker as we find ourselves with another size mismatch in the final seconds of this stretch: 5...4...3...2...1...BZZT!

Aiello: Here we go, another competitor from Prime incoming...wait a minute!

Sydney: Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Amsler: Alexander Daemon's in, but he's gone and grabbed the key from the officials! He's unlocking the cage, daring any of the Brawl competitors to come after him...David Bugle's taken him up on it, but he's being laid out by the Priest of Punishment! I dunno if Bugle's gonna be much use for Brawl tonight, but Daemon is heading to the ring finally as officials check on the True Believer!

Daemon heads to the ring, focusing his attention on Gibson with some hard knees before hitting a DDT on the Anti-Machine. Daemon lays into Gibson with some lefts and rights as Stalker sends Azumi into the corner, stomping away before Azumi is finally able to turn things around with a kick to the face of Stalker before hitting the big man with a tornado DDT! Gibson manages to get Daemon off him, turning the tables on him with a kick that brings the Rebel Angel to a knee--ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Daemon's down as Gibson focuses his attention on Gold--POWERBOMB! Stalker caught Gibson by surprise, driving him down into the canvas with that powerbomb, and is stomping away at Gibson as the countdown reaches its final stretch: 5...4...3...2...1...BZZT!

Aiello: Bugle's been taken out of the match, which means Kendrick Kross is the final competitor for Brawl!

Sydney: The red brand is sure looking far from the A-show in this scenario, Joe!

Kross hightails it to the ring, looking to even the odds as he goes after Stalker. Gibson back up now, and both men are doing all they can to take Stalker down a notch as Azumi plants Silver with a DDT! Azumi climbs the turnbuckle, looking for a moonsault...but gets caught in mid-air by Daemon, who drives her body into the canvas with a powerslam! Meanwhile, Stalker is able to fend off Kross and Gibson until the latter hits him with a kick to the knee, dropping Stalker just long enough for Kross to hit the Tramp Stamp! Stalker is down and out as we get our final buzzer: 5...4...3...2...1...BZZT!

Quinn Collins is making a hasty entrance, getting the numbers game back in favor of Prime as the cell door locks, officially starting the Match Beyond! The crowd is getting amped up as Gibson charges at Collins, who catches him by surprise with a kick to the jaw that rocks him. Collins uses her agility to get the best of the Anti-Machine, climbing up to the top rope...QUINTESSENCE! QUINN JUST DROPPED GIBSON WITH THAT DIVING CODEBREAKER! Gibson is down and out as Quinn turns her attention toward Kross...who catches her with a Pele Kick! Collins is out, but Kross is quickly blindsided by a spear from Daemon! Meanwhile, Gold is back on her feet, exchanging rights and lefts with Azumi before catching the Splendid Venus with a crossface from out of nowhere! The rest of Brawl's squad is down, forcing Azumi to tap out!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via submission... TEAM PRIME!

Aiello: In the midst of chaos, Prime does it tonight! Brawl gave it their all in one hell of a WarGames bout...

Sydney: ...But with a guy short, Brawl was bound to fall. I almost hate to say this Amsler, but your group did good tonight.

Amsler: They had a lot to prove tonight, and they made a statement for the whole world to see.

Aiello: Very true, and later today we have plenty more action during WrestleFest weekend!

The ref raises Silver's arm in victory, the crowd roaring in approval of the upstart Prime competitor who scored the huge win for her brand tonight as we cut to some more tweets covering the weekend here at WrestleFest:

[EWC]

After a big win for Silver Ann Gold and Team PRIME, we cut to some more tweets talking about WrestleFest:

With a lot of hype after that WarGames match, we cut to the stage, where Modest Mouse begins their performance for the WrestleFest crowd...

[EWC]

Standing by in an interview area of WrestleFest is Jenna Salvatore, standing with Jordan Sharpe's niece, Saidie.

Jenna: So, Saidie, after training for the last few months you got your chance to have your first ever professional wrestling match earlier this weekend on Friday and you picked up the win! How does it feel?

Saidie: Honestly, it's so amazing. I am truly thankful not only for EWC for letting me have a chance to wrestle but for all the fans who cheered me on! It was such a rush to get out there and live my dream! I hope I can get to have more matches in the future. I guess Uncle Jordan trained me pretty well?

Jenna laughs, and motions to the monitor.

Jenna: I guess so! We've got some footage here for you and the fans at home, let's relive a little bit of your match and see how you picked up that big win.

We see Saidie in the ring against a local competitor, Patricia 'People Pounder' Patterson. Patricia has the height and weight advantage on Saidie, but we see Saidie definitely has speed to her advantage. Patricia was pummelling her from the first ring of the bell, with chops and shoulder blocks in the corner. Saidie was able to turn the tide after an Irish whip that resulted in a dropkick, taking down the bigger woman. A cover resulted in a quick two count, surprising Patricia. Next was a Boston crab submission that nearly saw Saidie tap out but she managed to reach the ropes. In the end it was Patterson's playing to the crowd that was her undoing, with Saidie taking her to a knee with a low dropkick, following it up with a picture perfect shining wizard for a three count and her first victory.

Saidie has a big smile on her face as we rejoin them.

Saidie: WrestleFest really is an unforgettable weekend, and I hope everyone is enjoying all the matches! I know I am.

Jenna: What's next for Saidie?

She thinks for a moment about it.

Saidie: First, I'm gonna check out all the music and the food and everything that WrestleFest has to offer. But in 2020? I'm not really sure yet. I want to continue down this path, I know that much. And I know that when I do, I'm gonna do it as Saidie Sharpe, in a tribute to my Uncle Jordo!

Jenna: That's really cool! We hope to see you down the line, Saidie! Enjoy the rest of the weekend.

Back to more WrestleFest action as we cut to the stage, where Modest Mouse continues their peformance for the WrestleFest crowd...

[EWC]

We see Joe Aiello sitting at the commentary desk.

Aiello: Well ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s main event is sure to bring the house down, as on the 777th day of his incredible reign Ace King defends the United States Championship against a hungry and vindictive Scorpio. We’re gonna take a look back at some of the key moments in this battle, and get some thoughts from the guys themselves…

We immediately fade through to a scene from Night of Champions as Cyrus Black dodges a shot from Killjoy Ito and nails him with a European uppercut, sending him crashing down to the second tier of the cage. Ace King makes it up onto the third tier and rushes Scorpio, only for the S-Factor to send him flying with a backdrop, where he clings onto the cage wall at the last minute to save himself. With Scorpio distracted by Ace’s save Cyrus takes advantage and sends the S-Factor crashing into the flaming tables below. The scene fades…

We open to Ace King sat on a stool in front of the WrestleFest interview section, his United States Championship propped proudly on one shoulder. He’s just watched the clip and nods along, before turning to the camera.

Ace King: I guess in a certain way Scorpio ended my Undisputed Championship reign with that backdrop? I could sit here and play the what ifs and what mighta beens… I could sit here and blame Scorpio for not just accepting his fate and letting me send him into the burning tables… I could pin losing the title I fought so damn hard to get all on Scorpio. But I won’t. Because you know who I’m not? I’m not Scorpio. He blames me for not gifting him the match and the title there and then, he blames Cyrus for taking advantage of the distraction, hell he probably blames whoever made the bulbs in the arena lights for them being too bright and dazzling. He blames everyone but himself. I’ve been in two Insanity Cages… it’s every man for himself, and Scorpio put in a hell of a performance, but the only man he has to blame for ending up burnt and broken is himself…

We switch to a different interview segment where ‘The S-Factor’ Scorpio is sat perched on a stool, one leg crossed over the other, showing off the red soles of his trademark Louboutins. He pouts and sneers at the footage of his fall from the top of the Insanity Cage.

Scorpio: Is this supposed to be some sort of psych-out? I see, the EWC is so terrified that its precious 777 day champion is about to be defeated, why not show me the worst moment of my EWC career? Ace King got lucky that night. It should have been him crashing through the burning tables while I took my rightful place as the Undisputed Champion… alas… he clung on, and the rest is history. I bare the scars to tell that tale. But don’t worry, my revenge is coming, and I think taking the one thing he cares more about than himself is a justified reward for everything I’ve been through…

The fans watching this on the screens boo loudly as we fade again…

This time we open to Monday Night Brawl in Greensboro as Ace King defends the US Championship against Dominic Sanders. The two old foes go toe-to-toe and as we join Dominic Sanders attempts to life the champion for a powerbomb, only for King to convert it into his All-In. As the crowd cheer Sanders submits, gifting King another strong defense, however before he can celebrate the new #1 contender Scorpio makes an appearance on the stage brandishing Vidal The Hairdryer…

We return to Ace King as he smiles at the memory of defending against Sanders.

Ace King: Dominic and I had a pretty tumultuous year, no? I was proud of that defense, we went hell for leather at each other, but as much as he’s an asshole I can’t deny Dom is a hell of a wrestler. It’s a shame a certain someone couldn’t let us both have our moment… still, somewhat typical of the new Scorpio eh? If it doesn’t involve The S-Factor it’s not worth airing.

The shot cuts to Scorpio watching himself interrupting King’s celebration and he shrugs, his gaze falling on the camera filming him.

Scorpio: What? I’d just had to share a ring with Melody Malone, and we all know how much unnecessary screen time the EWC insists on giving that bitch. In this company you make your own opportunities, I’ve learnt that throughout 2019, and that’s what I was doing. Plus, darling, who’s interested in watching the old guard battling it out yet again. Sure, Sanders and King were wrestling for a different title belt this time around, WHOOP-DE-DOO HOW ORIGINAL!

He rolls his eyes as we fade through to the next flashback footage…

We move on to the next Rampage in Anaheim as Crème de la Crème interferes in Ace King’s main event match against Stephanie Matsuda, shortly followed by an ‘audience member’ getting involved - who turns out to be a dressed-down Scorpio. The S-Factor goes on to unleash a vicious assault on King, attacking him with a steel chair, Vidal the Hairdryer, and finally laying him out with a brutal Heel Turn. He gives his message whilst choking the life out of King with the hairdryer’s cords - “At WrestleFest I’m ending your historic reign… and darling… I think I just found my must-have accessory for next season…”. The scene finishes with Scorpio raising the United States Championship over his head.

As we cut back to Ace King he’s clearly processing the video. He takes a deep breath and pauses, before finally speaking.

Ace King: You know that’s the first time I’ve watched that attack since it happened… I can still feel every one of those shots. I would love to say that Scorpio took it too far that night in Anaheim, but as he’s shown right here in Arles, he can take it even further. I expect that night he thought he’d got the better of me, got in my head, broken me down. EWC… listen closely… I will never let anyone put me off my game, least of all some loud-mouth playing the victim card. He might have beaten me down once, but I’m still the United States Champion, I still have 777 days behind me, AND I AM STILL ACE KING! It’s gonna take more than that, darling.

The scene cuts to Scorpio’s reaction, and we open to him popping the cork on a bottle of champagne. He elegantly pours himself a flute and sips at it, ‘cheers’ing the camera as he grins.

Scorpio: Have you ever seen anyone take Ace King down like that? Baby it was clinical, of course you’ve never seen The Gambler fall like that. Next United States Champion… right here… no doubt about it…

We move on…

This time we’re back on Brawl as Scorpio puts down Preston Drake before taking the opportunity to tell the fans just what he thinks. As he’s speaking the lights cut out - something he naturally blames on an EWC plot to silence him - before the fans begin to cheer. The S-Factor can’t believe the fans are back on his side, and starts telling them he’ll be their hero again, but they’ve seen something he hasn’t - Crème de la Crème is now taller, wider, and very much Ace King in Crème’s dress! Ace goes wild on Scorpio, almost taking him down, before The S-Factor scurries from the ring to leave his manager to take the brunt of King’s new inverted cloverleaf, The House of Cards.

King smiles a little at the moment as he sighs to the camera.

Ace King: I’m never going to live down that moment, am I? Scorpio isn’t going to succeed in taking the United States Champion, but he can go to his grave celebrating the fact he made The Gambler don a pink dress and wig. I think this moment tells you all you need to know about my challenger; why fight me like a man when he can throw his manager in and run away like the little bitch he really is? Well at WrestleFest there’s up to three falls… and I promise you right here EWC… in one of those Scorpio’s going to be tapping the fuck out to the House of Cards. Let’s see what The Baddest Bitch On The Planet’s really made of then!

We cut back to Scorpio’s reaction as he stares wide-eyed at the screen, the pleasure at watching his own assault on Ace King suddenly wiped from his face.

Scorpio: Really? REALLY?! A straight white man appropriates Drag Queen culture and apparently that’s ok! Of course the EWC will let their special fucking poster-boy do whatever the hell he likes! Locking a manager in a submission hold?! Does that make you feel big? Does that make you feel powerful? Oh the great Ace King, who steals Drag Queens’ dresses and tries to break their legs. YOU’RE A MONSTER AND YOU NEED TO BE STOPPED! 777 DAYS TOO FUCKING LONG!

The scene fades back to a montage…

This time we rapidly cut through the key moments in this tone. Scorpio and Ace going at each other inn the Rampage main event in Salt Lake City, and after the match brawling as AC Delaney storms out to make it a 2 out of 3 Falls Match. We flick through the pair going at each other on Twitter. We hear from other EWC wrestlers commenting on this one - most eager to see King finally put Scorpio in his place, some commenting that Scorpio might be King’s toughest opponent yet. Finally we see Scorpio laying waste to two of Ace King’s students as the United States Champion is paralysed by The S-Factor’s threats and dirty tactics. The montage finishes on Ace screaming at his opponent while cradling an unconscious student, as the famous Louboutin boots strut off…

We return to the pair, this time in split-screen…

Ace King: This is the 777th day of my reign, and my third consecutive WrestleFest defending the United States Championship. It’s never been as personal as this before… I’m going into this one to keep the title I’ve held longer than anyone in history… but I’m going into this one for the fans, for my students, for anyone that asshole has hurt on his downward spiral.

Scorpio: Ace King has been lead to believe he’s the be-all and end-all of the EWC. A double champion, the longest-reigning in history, the poster-boy, the one the company executives will give every opportunity under the sun to. He sells merchandise, the fans adore him, he’s squeaky clean and untouchable in their eyes. I fucking hate it. Some of us have BURNED for this company and we get shifted aside for him. Well no longer… I’m going into my first WrestleFest to make a statement…

Ace King: 2 out of 3 Falls might not even be enough for me to unleash everything I want to. Come after me all you want. Work up your crazy fucking brain to delusionally blame me for your own failures and losses - I can take it. But you touch my students? You go after innocent trainees for no good reason? You vile son of a bitch I will make you PAY for that…

Scorpio: Can you imagine the look on all their faces when I’m the one who finally ends the streak? When it’s the man in make-up and high-heels who strips Ace King of his United States Championship? Oh the deafening silence that’s going to fall in that arena might be as good as the title itself… The Fabulous Era is coming baby… I can feel it…

Ace King: This new paranoid explosive Scorpio has out-stayed his welcome. I’m ending him at WrestleFest. One way or another… it’s over for The S-Factor…

Scorpio: There won’t be a 778th day for Ace King… December 17th 2019 will be Day 1… of the greatest United States Championship reign in history…

Ace King: … and you can bet on that…

Scorpio: … and it’s going to be fabulous...

The video finishes with shots of the pair as they get ready for the match. Ace King is backstage - greeted with HUGE cheers - shadow-boxing as Shelley Silver gives him a pep-talk, while Scorpio - greeted with arena-shaking boos - is putting some finishing touches to his make-up as he wears a large Star Spangled Banner cape over his wrestling outfit. We finish on a graphic of tonight’s main event.

Aiello: Well folks we’re just three and a half hours away from the United States Championship match. Will the 777 day reign finally come to an end at the hands of one of the most impressive newcomers to the EWC this year? Or will Ace King put Scorpio in his place and power through to his fourth calendar year as the US Champion? We’ll see...

[EWC]

5:00 PM
EWC / FSW North American Championship
Wes Walker
Vs Kyle Gautier

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We return to ringside where commentary smile to the camera

Aiello: It's been a heel of a weekend so far and we're not done yet.

Sydney: If you thought War Games from earlier was a great match, here's one with plenty of potential to top that.

Amsler: Wes Walker challenges Kyle Gautier for his North American Title

Dobrev: The following match scheduled for one fall is for the EWC North American Title. Joining us first, from Galway, Ireland and weighing in at 185 pounds ... WES WALKER!!!

Pyros hit and "Perfection Through Silence" by Finch begins to play Wes Walker jumps out from the back with a spin kick. He stops at the top of the ramp puts his hands together and bows quickly to the ring and then turns to the left and right and bows the audience. He walks down the ramp and is high-fiving fans as he does. He slides under the bottom rope and pops up. He shakes hands with the ref and gets in his corner.

Dobrev: And his opponent, fFrom Mobile, Alabama, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the EWC North American Champion... KYLE GAUTIER!!!

Purple lights bathe the entrance ramp. As 'The Man' starts to play, a bit of fog billows out from backstage. Gautier follows it out and waves at it with his hands. He sees the crowd and starts for the ring with a smirky look on his face, giving a bunch of high-fives but missing out on the down-lows, mostly because he's too slow. Walking directly to the ring, he enters it by walking up the ring steps. As he gets in, he points to the crowd and covers his heart to show that's where they live.

DING DING DING

Both men circle each other before Walker lashes out with a series of kicks to Gautier's left leg. Gautier eventually catches Walker's leg and as Walker hops on one leg, Gautier chops him in the chest repeatedly. Gautier runs at Walker for a Bulldog that Walker manages to duck but Walker eats a Dropkick. Gautier tries for a cover but the match is so young that Walker is able to roll out before Gautier is able to make a cover. Walker is on his feet quickly and boots a kneeling Gautier in the face. He lifts Gautier to his feet and attempts a Side Suplex but Gautier rolls out of it and smashes Walker with a Clothesline. Gautier grabs Walker's arm in an Arm Bar. Walker anages to get to his feet while still in the hold and Gautier elbows Walker's shoulder joint. Walker pushes Gautier agianst the ropes before shooting him off the opposite ropes breaking the hold in the process. Gautier manages to duck a Clothesline attempt by Walker but runs into a back Elbow to the face that sends him to the canvas. Walker lifts his opponet to his feet and attempts a DDT but Gautier counters it with an Inverted Atomic Drop and a Clothesline that knocks Walker to the mat before dropping an Elbow to Gautier's sternum. Gautier lifts Walker to his feet but it's Walker that strikes with Right Hands before bouncing off the ropes for another one. Gautier counters it though with a Drop Toe Hold before grabbing and stretching Walker's left arm again.

Aiello: Both men starting hard here. I like it.

Sydney: Kyle Gautier has identified that left arm and shoulder as the weaker wheel of Wes Walker and he's trying to take advantage of that.

Amsler: Walker needs to escape this hold soon or this match could be all over quickly.

Somehow, Walker manages to get back to his feet. Gautier still has hold of Walker's arm but he has him now in a Hammerlock. Walker lashes out with Elbows but nothing connects with Gautier. Walker leans forward and almost Hip Tosses his way out of it. Walker goes to pick Gautier off the mat but gets kicked in the face for it. As Walker clutches his face, Gautier runs at him hitting a Bulldog. He makes the cover.

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Walker easily pushes his opponent off him and then thumps down on Gautier with Forearms to the back. He tries to shoot Gautier off the ropes but Gautier reverses it sending Walker off the ropes only for Walker to catch Gautier with a Hurricanrana on his way back. Back on his feet, Gautier charges at Walker who catches him with a Belly To Belly Suplex before making the cover.

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Aiello: And a kick out! But it was close.

Sydney: I wouldn't say so. He's getting closer but it wasn't close. The Champ could have kicked out at one if he wanted to but he took a second to catch his breath.

Amsler: I'll kick you at one!

Walker lifts his opponent to his feet but Gautier grabs Walker and throws him into the corner where he unloads with a series of slow, loud chops to Walker's chest. As Walker clutches his chest, Gautier shoots him off the roes before lifting him a foot in the air on his return and smacking him with a European Uppercut that sends Walker crumpling to the canvas. Gautier grabs Walker's leg but Walker kicks Gautier sending him into the corner and a kick to the thigh knocks Gautier to the canvas. Walker follows up by grabbing Gautier's leg as he lays in the ring and stomps at Gautier's left hamstring before DDTing the leg. The referee halts the match as he checks on Gautier's knee and helps him to his feet. The action restarts as Walker ducks a right hand before hitting low roundhouse kicks to Gautier's left knee. Gautier stays on his feet but holds the knee a second to long allowing Walker to DDT him. Walker grabs the left leg and, still holding it, puts a foot on Gautier's chest and leaps over the leg hyperextending the knee. Back to his feet, Gautier tries to apply a Figure Four but Gautier manages to roll Walker up with a School Boy.

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Aiello: He just got the ropes there. we must have been an inch or two away from a new champion.

Sydney: The champ has a bad wheel here. But the question now is: Can Wes Walker take advantage of that?

Amsler: Inches and wheels. Every man I ever meet...

As Gautier uses the ropes to pull himself off the ground, Walker appears behind him and hits a Full Nelson Suplex. He then places a foot on the back of Gautier's left knee and lifts it before driving it into the canvas. Gautier flails around the ring clutching his knee. The referee again asks if he's sure he can continue. Gautier pushes the referee away and pulls himself to his feet using the corner. Walker attempts an Irish Whip but Gautier counters it by pulling Walker into an Arm Drag before Legdropping the left shoulder of Walker. Gautier applies an Armbar to Walker's left arm before transitioning that into a Disarmer. Walker screams in pain refusing to tap out as Gautier pulls further and further back bdfore transitioning into a Cross Armbreaker. Again Walker screams in pain before the hold is only broken when Walker punches at the injured knee of Gautier. Both men cluch at their injuries as they slowly get to their feet. Walker runs at Gautier with a Clothesline but he ducks it before both men knock each other down with a Clothesline.

Aiello: Now both men have an injury at this late stage of the match. This could go either way at this point.

Sydney: I still say Kyle Gautier has a little bit more left in the tank. The fact he's got the bad leg he can barely stand on and is STILL in this says a lot about him in my opinion.

Amsler: What? A few minutes ago you thought Wes Walker would win this.

Both men drag themselves to their feet Gautier unloads with punches to Walker's shoulder. Walker swipes at Gautier with a Right Hand that Gautier ducks before hitting Downtown before making the cover.

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At the last second at the last split second, Walker rolls out of the pin attempt. Gautier wipes the sweat out of his eyes and grabs at Walker's legs looking for a Mobtown Execution. In despairation, Walker grabs at Gautier's hair and rolls him up in a Small Package.

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Walker is back on his feet quicker than Gautier who walks right into a Spinning Front Kick To The Head. Gautier is down. Walker lands on top and uses his good arm to hook the leg.

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Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall and the NEW EWC North American Champion, WES WALKER!

Walker gets to his feet as the referee hands him the North American Title and raises his arm in victory. It's the bad arm so Walker looks furiously at the referee who quickly checks on Gautier. Walker holds the title in the air, with his good arm, before climibing to the middle turnbuckle and does the same. He climbs down as
Gautier offers his hand. Walker takes it and they shanke hands. Gautier exits the ring as Walker moves from corner to corner celebrating.

Aiello: We have a new North American Champion! What a match it was too!

Sydney: That match could have gone any way but I knew Wes Walker would win.

Amsler: You....? As this came down to the battle of injuries, Wes Walker was able to utilise a move that didn't involve the use of his injured shoulder and he struck that kick hard!

Aiello: Kyle has had a really good run since winning the title, but in the end Wes Walker has come out of WrestleFest with the North American Championship! I think we all need a rest after that one but don't forget to join us later on as we have Scorpio facing off against the US Champion, Ace King!

[EWC]

Moments after what was a big North American Championship match, we cut to...



Stock footage (that doesn't match) of old movie news tells plays as…

Voice over: Weeks ago, Kyle Gautier was tasked with accomplishing the impossible: A sequel to the divisively popular Night of Champions the musical called WrestleFest the Musical. For literally tens and tens of minutes, he poured through his musical library, hoping to capture lightning in a bottle. And then, he received this message.

A silhouette of three anthropomorphic animals, very familiar animals at that, pop up. As they each speak, their name pops up as well. In the corner, a graphic says “Approximate Recreation.”

“Rickey”- (falsetto-y) This is a Cease and Desist from the conglomeration of DisNuts Plural for the upcoming musical. Don't even think of going forward with it. Ha-ha!

“Doofy” – Yeah, we don't want to have to f-hyuck you up!

“Monald” – (incomprehensible yelling)

Voice over- Undaunted, since the actors had already been secured and since Kyle had just recently had his DOG go missing (any information, please call 1-877-KILTBRO), Kyle came up with another idea…

A pretty recognizable graphic pops up.

Voice Over- Now That's What I Call WrestleFest, Volume 1!

As each song is sample-sang, a pretty spot on actor sings it karaoke style.

V/O: Such songs from your most tolerated EWC stars such as Tommy Love…

Love: (Strokin' by Clarence Carter) When I start jerking off, I don't just jerk off, I be Seedin’! That's what I'm doin. Just Seedin’! I seed it to the east, I seed it to the west, I seed it to the woman with the closest breasts!

V/O: Cyrus Black featuring Melody Malone…

Cy and Mel- (You're the one that I want) You're the one that I want, the one I really want, Oo-oo-oo, yes, the belt that I want…

V/O- Scorpio…

Scorpio: (Let it go by Adele Nazeem) Fuck em all, Fuck em all, they all laughed at my fall, Fuck em all, Fuck em all, they can just suck my balls. I don't give a fuck anymore….. let the storm rage oooooooooon! The boos never bothered me anyway!

V/O- So order now and give the middle finger to the monopoly of the world. 1-877-DISNUTS Operators are standing by!

And on that note we cut to a couple tweets covering what we've witnessed just moments ago:

[EWC]

We can hear "X Gon' Give It To Ya" off in the distance as we cut to Allen Anderson near a food truck called:The Gastrobus, signing autographs and taking pictures with fans. He and Sandra spent the last two days enjoying the events of Wrestlefest. Since they both work for EWC, Allen and Sandra had free access to the matches that were happening inside Arles Amphitheatre Arena. While Allen attended the matches as a fan and enjoyed the matches he did watch with a critical eye of his future opponents taking note of their wrestling styles and tactics. For Allen knows, he can be facing some of them next season so it was best to keep tabs. While Sandra was ordering the food at the Truck, Two blonde women approached Allen asking for a photo, the young man tried to respond with a fancy French but ended up saying: "I'm a jelly doughnut!" which drew laughs from Sandra and the ladies.

Verma: You've told them that you were a Jelly Doughnut!

Anderson (Bewildered): I did?! Oh shit!

Allen's face flushed red with embarassment but the French women took it in stride and Allen still feeling sheepish gave the younger blonde woman's phone to Sandra so she can take a picture of them. Sandra positioned the phone and told them to smile in French.

As soon as they were done, the cook told Allen and Sandra that their meal was ready. After signing their shirts, Allen and Sandra sat down in front of the food truck though Allen places his hands on his face. Sandra repeated the botched phrase in front of Allen while patting his back.

Verma: There, there Allen learning a second language takes a ton of practice! You can't learn a new language in just two days

Anderson: And yet your French is flawless.

Verma: French was my language course back at UCLA. You wouldn't believe this, but French was the first and only class I got a C on you in my first try.

Allen snorted remembering all of the Fs he got in High School. It was a miracle that Penn State even accepted him on scholarship.

Verma: You just got to keep hammering at it Allen.

Anderson: I don't intend to.

The food was served: A Double burger with cheese with seasoned fires Sandra wrapped a napkin over her black shirt and picked up her fork and spoon.

Allen in the meanwhile decides to eat with his hands he opens his mouth wide and bites down onto his Burger only to have the condiments spill on his checkered blue shirt. Sandra begins to laugh hysterically.

Verma: Next time eat with your utensils!

Anderson (Trying to clean the mess he made with a napkin but is making it worse): I don't need to! It's just that cooks put too much damn sauce on the burger that's all!

Sandra rolls her eyes at that remark and cut a piece of her Burger ate it.

Verma: So no offseason for you huh?

Anderson (after eating some seasoned fries): I can't stop Sandra, I gotta stay fresh, stay motivated.

Verma: Just try not to burnout. The last thing an athlete like you needs is to be overwhelmed.

Anderson: I'm working part time! It'll be no big deal! You sure your friend will be helpful.

Verma: Of course! I know her better than anyone! She'll be good I promise!

Anderson: She look like a person more interested in modeling than wrestling.

Verma: Allen! Looks aren't everything! You see me as pretty. Yet here I am spending a good amount of my time researching your opponents and giving you advice! My friend will do the same! Just try not to get yourself hurt.

Anderson: I won't.

Just then a person comes towards Allen and Sandra, he taps Allen on the shoulder.

??: You Allen Anderson? I'm a huge fan of yours.

Allen turns around and was taken aback at the person he saw.

Anderson: YOU'RE LL COOL J?!?!?!

Verma (turning around and fangirling): LL COOL J!!!!! I'M A HUGE OF YOU!

Sandra attempts to leap at LL Cool J but Allen gets up and grabs her by the waist pulling her back.

Anderson: Don't worry about her! The fangirl has been unleashed but I can calm her down! It's good that I have fan as famous as you!

Ll Cool J: I got to get to the stage! As you see I was wrestling with a Pig a few moments ago. But I was inspired by your redemption run that I've decided that I'll let you take one of my songs for your entrance.

Anderson: But I got Drake as my entrance song.

Ll Cool J: Fuck Drake

Verma: YEAH ALLEN! FUCK DRAKE!

Anderson (bewildered): Okay! I'll choose your song then and debut it at FSW. It's nice meeting you!

LL Cool J: Yup see you!

LL Cool J runs towards the stage leaving Allen and Sandra dumbfounded.

Verma: Best year ever?

Anderson: Damn right.

The scene ends and LL Cool J gets on the stage and performs one of his hits:

[EWC]

The camera cuts outside the Arles Amphitheater to show Xavier Reid walking towards media tents, he is walking with a limp and slowly, still showing the signs from last night's Weapon's X match. He had spent most of last night looking at his newly won X-Division Championship and not believing the year he had but then a note came sliding under his hotel door. He got up as fast as he could but when he opened the door nobody was there, all that was there was the note.

He looks down at a piece of paper in his hand that reads: Meet me in Media Tent C at 6:30pm, I have answers regarding Chico. Xavier looks at the paper and then up at the tents and finds tent C and walks towards it. He pauses for a second before flipping the tent open and walking in.

He is taken aback as he steps into the tent and sees his half brother Vertigo standing next to their cousin Verana Mereiles, Xavier looks at his brother for a moment and then…

Xavier Reid: Did you send me this? Did you have anything to do with Chico being here?

Xavier takes a step towards Vertigo but Verana steps in between Xavier and Vertigo.

Verana Mereiles: NO, he didn’t send you anything and he didn’t have anything to do with Chico being here, he was just as shocked as you were when that mask came off Xavier.

Xavier Reid: Yeah, then why are you here?

Verana Mereiles: Because we got this…

Verana holds out a note that is exactly the same as the one Xavier received: Meet me in Media Tent C at 6:30pm, I have answers regarding Chico

Verana Mereiles: You aren’t the only looking for answers Xavier or do you forget how things ended between your brother and your father…

Xavier Reid: Don’t…

Verana Mereiles: He’s your father Xavier, if you didn’t care about that fact you wouldn’t be here but don’t forget you set out to destroy the man because you knew the truth about him and what he did but Vertigo knew nothing about it, when you outed Chico at Crowning Glory you not only destroyed Chico’s life but you destroyed Vertigo’s life, you destroyed El Pablo’s life…

Xavier is about to say something but Verana cuts him off before he can

Verana Mereiles: I know you didn’t care, clearly you didn’t give two shits about your brothers and now this would affect them, all you cared about was yourself, much like you only care about how Chico’s re-emergence affects you, have you given any thought about how Vertigo is dealing with his? Did you call him and check in on him at all...no, because you were too busy making a public statement that you weren’t going to answer questions about Chico, you were too worried about your match last night, you never once thought about your brother, the brother that left New Mexico to go to London to get answers from your father when you broke the news about your bloodline. Vertigo was caught in the middle of that fight Xavier, YOU put him in the middle and he ended up fighting the both of you and it destroyed him, he lost his father and a brother he never knew and YOU did that, so don’t come in here demanding answers to questions. You are not entitled to question Vertigo, not now, not ever...for all we knew YOU brought Chico here to France to screw over Villano…

Xavier smirks

Xavier Reid: You think I’m in contact with Chico after all these years do you?

From behind Xavier the tent flap opens but he doesn’t see who’s coming in but Verana does.

Verana Mereiles: No, I don’t think you’ve been in contact with your father...but I have a feeling SHE has been…

Verana motions over Xavier’s shoulder and he turns around to see none other than Nikki Dupree. Nikki, who has been absent from Xavier’s side for quite some time looks at Verana and then to Xavier

Nikki Dupree: Xavier I…

But Xavier without a second thought lunges at her and grabs her around the throat cutting off her ability to speak

Xavier Reid: You leave in the middle of the night, not a word, not a call...I think ok, she went back to Luke Wolfe, crawled back to her master she’s been working for all this time, it made sense to me, he brought you into my life and now that he’s out of my life he wanted his little pet back so you went a-running...I came to terms with it Nikki, I let it go...I let you go but you come back here now, just days after Chico comes back...you have information about Chico, you think you’re going to play mind games like you’re Luke FUCKING Wolfe do you...I’ll snap your neck, you’ve read my file, you know I will...so what you say next will determine if you leave this tent on your own or on a stretcher...do you understand me, blink once if you understand me…

Nikki struggles to get loose as she looks towards Vertigo and Verana for help but help doesn’t come, in fact they are looking at her in a similar manner as Xavier is looking at her. She blinks once very clearly and Xavier loosens his grip around her neck

Nikki Dupree: I didn’t have anything to do with Chico being here…

Verana Mereiles: Bullshit...I know you found him Nikki, I read it in your journal…

Xavier looks back at his cousin and then at Nikki

Nikki Dupree: Luke found him, not me...he sent me to talk to him, to try and bring him back last year around the time of Night of Champions, Luke thought if he could bring him back and into the fold it would make you a stronger or at the very least, bring him back and destroy him for you it would make you in-debted to Luke so I went to the island he was at, I talked to him but he was a shell of the man I was expecting. He didn’t want to know anything, he didn’t care about what was going on in the outside world Xavier, he was a broken and beaten man. I told Luke he wasn’t going to be any help, he had gone to that island to be forgotten and to die...so we left him there, Luke figured he earned that right…

Xavier Reid: Yet here he is, very much alive…

Nikki Dupree: I was just as shocked as you were…

Verana Mereiles: So where have you been? With Luke?

Nikki Dupree: No, I sided with Xavier so I am no longer welcomed in their world...I picked Xavier but I needed a break, a break from everything so I collected my things and headed to London, I had a few friends there and I bunked with him, started wrestling school again...I felt terrible that I cost you that match at Scars & Stripes so I was going to earn my place at your side Xavier but I was watching WrestleFest Friday night and I saw Chico, I saw the look on your face so I tried my best to get here, to get here before last night’s Weapon’s X match to make sure your head was clear but I got stopped coming into France, my paper work wasn’t in order...I just got in today and I saw you walking this way, so I followed you and…

But she is cut off again as Xavier squeezes a little to shut her up, he’s just about to let her go when the tent flap opens up again and this time they are all shocked as the oldest of Chico’s son walks in. El Pablo takes a second to survey the fractious scene in front of him, before a wry smile spreads across his masked face.

El Pablo: Good to see things don't change with this family.

Xavier Reid: You...

Xavier's attention is immediately ripped away from everything but El Pablo, as he releases his grip on Nikki and charges towards his half-brother. Nikki, however, drags him back and takes up a position between the two.

Nikki Dupree: STOP!!!!

As Xavier - reluctantly - holds his ground, Nikki turns to face EP.

Nikki Dupree: I'm guessing you also got one of these notes?

EP nods, pulling a packet of Skittles from his pocket. He flips it over and begins reading from the back.

El Pablo: Sure did... "Sugar, corn syrup, hydrogenated palm kernel oil, Tapioca Dextrin, information on Chico, Modified Corn Starch."

Unsurprisingly, the rest of the group are caught off-guard by that...unconventional...method of communication, and a brief silence ensues before Verana chimes back in.

Verana Mereiles: Seems my dear brother Tlatoani owes me $100, he was sure you brought your father back to start a war to reclaim La Mazmorra, he was so afraid you two would come after him first he stole Sr. Espejo’s mask and is currently trying to convince Kyle Gautier to work the evening shift in his food truck

El Pablo: Why Sr. Espejo?

Verana Mereiles: Because he knew he was your favorite uncle.

El Pablo: He does have the best Mexican accent...

Xavier Reid: If we are done with the pleasantries...you're saying you had nothing to do with this?

El Pablo: No - not that I owe you an answer, not that I owe ANY of you any answers but no, I had nothing to do with our dad’s return.

Xavier Reid: Yet you were there, ringside…

El Pablo: I got a call that morning while I was in my hotel from one of Kanye’s people - well, so I thought. They said Kanye was in France doing some recon ahead of working on a new range of candy - Sweezy Boosts - and, naturally, wanted to meet me to see if I had any input. The guy told me to meet him on the grounds Friday morning, so when I got here I got a text from that same number saying that Kayne had run into my good buddy and former co-star Steven Seagal before he flew over and bet him 100 G’s that he couldn’t take out Villano. Obviously, that stuck in Seagal's ponytail, because everybody knows he's the greatest fighter of all time, so they hatched a plan where one of Kanye's guys would get ahold of an El Volando mask so Seagal could accept the open challenge and whoop Villano's ass. So, of course, I hear that and I'm like, 'absolutely no way am I missing that!' So I book it quick-stat to ringside only to see that it's not Steven Seagal, it's Chico father-Skittling Volando. After all that went down I called Ye and asked what had happened; he told me they'd got held up in Colorado somewhere and one of his guys had got his phone swiped. Whoever took that phone must've been the one who called me.

Verana Mereiles: And do you have any idea…

El Pablo: Nope…

Nikki Dupree: Any guesses as to who…

El Pablo: Nope…

Xavier Reid: So you have no answers…

El Pablo: I have one answer: 'Nope...'

They all stare at one another for a few moments.

Xavier Reid: Bullshit.

The room suddenly erupts in a five-way argument; Nikki shouting at Xavier, while trying to prevent Xavier from attacking El Pablo, who is yelling at Verana while Vertigo engages in some serious dagger-staring towards Nikki.

?: ENOUGH!!!

Silence falls back upon the room, as a new figure now stands in front of the entrance to the tent. Her long, fair-colored hair hangs loosely over a black and pink lucha mask, while her hands sit tucked inside the pockets of a padded coat bearing the word 'Rainbeaus'. El Pablo is the only person who doesn't initially see her enter, due to his being positioned with her back to her, but as he sees the shocked expressions on the other faces, he slowly turns around...

El Pablo: Cristal???

The color drains from the visible parts of El Pablo's face as he locks eyes with his ex-girlfriend; the love of his life that had left him alone in their Las Vegas apartment after a decade travelling and fighting around the world together.

Cristal: Hey Pabs...it's been a long time.

El Pablo: I... How...

Verana Mereiles: Did you get a note as well?

Cristal: Uhh...no. No, I didn't. Actually...I sent them.

Xavier Reid: You…

Xavier takes a few steps towards her but El Pablo squares up on his younger brother

El Pablo: Hey! Take another step towards her and I’ll do what Stephanie couldn’t last night...

The tone in his voice is not that of the fun loving El Pablo we know and love but that of a man willing to kill to defend his former love

Verana Mereiles: You want to explain all this…

Cristal: Sure...Chico called me a few months ago. He was beside himself; blamed himself for everything that had happened; kept going on and on about how he ruined everything. I was scared for him - there was something in his voice telling me he might...so, I talked to him. Each day, every day. For an entire month. I think he needed to hear a familiar voice and, obviously, he couldn’t call any of you. So he called me. He heard Pablo and I were no longer together and he wanted to know why; he blamed himself for that and kept telling me he was sorry...and then, one day, he told me he was in Colorado, near where I was and that he wanted to meet me. I agreed, I met him and we talked for hours about all his regrets, how he wished he could do it all over again and make everything right with you...with all of you.

She looks at El Pablo and then to Vertigo and finally to Xavier.

Cristal: Xavier...

Xavier shows no emotions as he looks at Cristal and then at El Pablo, he drops the note to the ground and starts to walk out of the tent but Cristal holds out her hand to stop him.

Cristal: He said he was sorry for everything that happened but he didn’t know about you, he never knew, if you mother sent him letters he never got them but…

But Xavier doesn’t want to hear it and he leaves the tent, he’s followed by Nikki, Cristal watches them go before turning back to El Pablo.

Cristal: He knew what happened at La Mazmorra, how they kicked you out Pabs, how his brother was now in control over the school and he wanted to make it right, he wants to meet with you...father to sons.

But this time it’s Vertigo that drops his letter and starts to walk out but this time it’s El Pablo that tries to stop him.

El Pablo: Vert...

But Vertigo removes his brother hand from his chest.

Verana Mereiles: He can’t forgive him Pablo, I’m sorry…

And with that the two leave the tent leaving Cristal and El Pablo alone.

Cristal: He’s back in London, Pablo. I can take you to him…

She holds out her hand and El Pablo looks at it as the camera fades out to the stage area where the band play.

[EWC]

JFS: What's up guys, it's ya boi Jordan Sharpe here! Hope everyone is enjoying all the WrestleFest festivities! As for me? I've managed to procure my own little section for whatever I want, and you guys aren't gonna miss out if you're at home either! I've arranged for a little tour of everything we've got going on thanks to our sponors! And on behalf of Joining & Enriching Religious Children Of Forgotten Families, or JERCOFF, is my friend Frank here! Frank thanks for coming and checking it out!

Frank: Thanks for inviting us Jordan we really appreciate it! We're excited to see what you've got set up here and we were also very excited that you wanted to help the kids!

JFS: Ohh yeah, of course I do. I'm all about loving children, no matter how young.

Ohh dear Jesus .....

JFS: Say, who's this little guy?

The camera pans to the side where a small boy, he can't be older than five or six, is standing with Frank.

Frank: Ohh this is Jordan, actually! He has the same name as you! And for anyone out there who wants to sponsor Jordan here or many of our other young children, for just a dollar a day you can really make a difference in their lives. For the price of a cup of coffee, you could get a special little guy or girl an official JFS t-shirt.

JFS: Well that's weird as fuck you gave him my name.

Frank: Uhh .. I mean we didn't name him ... please don't curse by the way ... we thought it would be more relatable for you.

JFS: I heard he's an orphan, what happened to his parents? Why's he in the system? 

Frank: Uhh we really don't like to talk about this stuff in front of the kids ...

Sharpe motions to someone behind the camera and he's handed a folder.

JFS: Let's see here. Parents? Cypress and Melina. Died, three years ago. From .... simultaneous heart attacks while they were having sex?!? What?!?!?

The kid starts crying and the producers usher him away ..

Frank: Ermmm so you were going to show us around here, Jordan?

JFS: YES! Okay so let's do it! Alright so first up here we have The Pleasure Palace! That's our hookah bar/nuru massage parlour. If you don't know what a nuru massage is, please don't google it for the love of god. That's a real popular spot this weekend, lot's of people bangin' in and out of there.

Frank: I'm .. I'm not sure if that's something we support ....

JFS: Right right well over here we have Uncle Tony's Wild Ride! Our very own haunted house right here at WrestleFest! At least I'm told it's pretty scary, I can't muster up the courage to go in because the last dude who tested it came out with a mustache he didn't have when he went in! OooUuuUUUu SPOOKY. Ehhh at least it isn't the Dominic Sanders Wild Ride, am I right? The only thing scarier is his win loss record. EHHH? EHHHHH??!?

Frank: I don't know who that is. And none of this is what your email told us! None of this is what we worked on! WE CAN'T SUPPORT THIS STUFF! What are you thinking?!!? We can't even BRING A CHILD HERE!?

I think we've went too far this time.

JFS: Okay okay okay! OKAY! CHILL! Well you know what? You're gonna love this next area. It's way cooler. Totally. Okay, so check this out we've got our own man made BEACH with a FOAM PARTY! Lots of hot girls, bikinis, booties are out, you're gonna love it.

Frank: I don't love any of that stuff!!!

JFS: We've even got our own DJ! Check this out I flew him in from Prince Edward Island, Canada's hottest DJ, B4SHFUL CH4MP. Get over here dude!

He comes down off of his DJ perch, shuffling over to them.

JFS: How'd you come up with that name, anyways? B4SHFUL CH4MP? That's interesting."

He just shrugs.

B4SHFUL: I dunno. I've been a DJ for over two years now. I dunno I think I suck but everyone says I'm amazing. I guess I'm just modest. It's whatever.

JFS: Alllllllllright well get up there and play some beats. Get this party going for my buddy Frank here he's footing the bill for all of this. You know, for the kids.

Frank looks absolutely shocked.

Frank: JORDAN! I CANNOT in GOOD CONSCIENCE support what you've done here! This debauchery and filth is not at all what you've promised us! I think we just need to end this video and I think I just need to leave. We have a bus full of CHILDREN and they are NOT seeing whatever you've got going on in that beach party! This is ridiculous!

With that, he storms off as Jordan yells after him.

JFS: WELL FINE! JUST GO THEN! WE DON'T NEED YOU! DON'T COME CRAWLING BACK TO ME LOOKING FOR SOME OF THESE TIDE™ POD COOKIES! 'CAUSE YOU'RE NOT GETTING SHIT FROM ME AFTER THIS EMBARRASSMENT!

Ohh for fuck sakes this whole thing was a Tide™ Ad wasn't it. Well there's at least one thing we can salvage out of this. One of the girls in the foam party is flashing the DJ Booth.

JFS: Ohhhh shittttt HELL YEAH! Wait a minute .. Is that ...... SAIDIE GET THE HELL DOWN FROM THERE GOD DAMNIT.



Just buy some fucking Tide™ already.


With that, we cut to some more tweets talking about WrestleFest:

[EWC]

From a quiet space on the Arles Amphitheatre grounds, Nevaeh can be seen scowling into the camera right away.

Nevaeh: Whoever thought of an idea like this should be shot.

She doesn’t sound too pleased.

Nevaeh: Between staff, wrestlers, and fans there’s just too many freaking people around here.

Her tone seems to be getting more aggravated with each passing word.

Nevaeh: Everyone knows I’m not much of a people person.

Nev rolls her eyes at the chime coming from her back pocket.

Nevaeh: Kyle really needs to take a hint. No I don’t want to grab a bite to eat or have a drink. I’d rather not see the remaining night of WrestleFest with you, either. Or whatever else may come to your mind in the next 24 hours.

She threw her arms up in the air as her phone signaled again.

Nevaeh: Unbelievable!

Once she drops her arms back at her side, Nev goes on speaking.

Nevaeh: The only good thing that came of the event was the fact that I put Tanja in her place. Proving Rampage has got nothing over the Prime Superstars.

Nev smirks.

Nevaeh: Speaking of the Prime Superstars, I sure do hope they got a good look at the spectacle I made here at WrestleFest, so they know exactly what they’re in for when the new season begins. Because no one is going to stand in my way of getting gold in 2020.

Nev lifts Heaven’s Helper into view and rests it over her shoulder.

Nevaeh: At least not for long!

Nev laughs out loud as she walks away. Now all she had to do was continue avoiding the crowds..and Kyle Gautier..for the rest of these festivities to keep her improved mood as we cut to the final performance of the night, as Billie Eilish...

[EWC]

A final look at tweets for WrestleFest sets us up for...

Tommy Love: Traitors!!!

The camera opens outside on the grounds of the Arles Amphitheatre near the food trucks, Bobby Rose is sampling the 777 hot wings in honor of Ace King’s historic championship run while Jimmy Lane takes a bite of the Creme de la Creme Cream Puff as Tommy marches up to them.

Tommy Love: After all I did for you, after all these years, how many times did I HATE someone just because they slited you, how many times did I get into a fight just because you…

Tommy looks at Bobby

Tommy Love: Got caught with someone’s wife, we were brothers...family and NOW I find out you are a fan of...HIM!!!

Bobby wipes his fingers off on his shirts as Jimmy’s mouth is full of Creme de la Creme’s Cream

Bobby Rose: Tommy, the kid reminds me of a better looking, well me man...and why wouldn’t I be a fan of me?

Jimmy Lane: True story brother, Bobby thought for most of the year that Cyrus might be his Xavier Reid…

Tommy looks at Jimmy

Jimmy Lane: You know, his bastard son, Bobby would be Chico in this case…

Tommy Love: I understand the reference Jimmy, but that doesn’t make it right, CHICO HATES XAVIER!!! And I hate Cyrus…

Bobby Rose: Do you? Because that tattoo says otherwise

The two members of The Southern Express start laughing as Bobby pulls Tommy sleeve up to show off the Cyrus Black tattoo Tommy now has on his arm

Tommy pulls his sleeve down to hide the tattoo as he looks around to make sure nobody sees it

Tommy Love: And how the hell did that happen, what did you fuckers wait till I passed out to ink me up as a rib?

Jimmy Lane: You don’t remember? He doesn’t remember…

Bobby Rose: Tommy man, you were so damn drunk last night…

Jimmy Lane: Do you not remember coming back and joining us…

Tommy Love: I remember coming back to KILL you all and then, well…

Bobby laughs

Bobby Rose: You ass, you came back yelling fuck this and fuck that and walked right towards us, I thought I was going to have to jump up to stop you…

Jimmy Lane: I tried to get up but fell back down…

Bobby Rose: But Cyrus jumped up and yelled ‘TOMMY’with such anger, I thought he was going to kick your ass, he was fucked up also but then this group of girls rushed at you, they wanted to meet you, they were from Italy and were Tommy Love fans, can you believe it, you have fans…

Jimmy Lane: Well more girls with severe daddy issues but they wanted to meet you, before you could get to Cyrus and before he could get to you, it sort of defused the moment but we all started drinking and drinking and you and Cyrus were arguing and laughing, name-calling and joking around and the next thing you know Cyrus’ tattoo guy showed up, Pierre something or other, he hired him for the 4 days from Paris but your drunken ass said he didn’t look French, Cyrus insisted he was French and then you said you’d bet him...a tattoo bet that this ‘Pierre couldn’t count to 5 in French…”

Bobby Rose: We couldn’t stop you before Cyrus accepted the bet and well Pierre un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq your ass into some fresh ink…

Jimmy Lane: You laughed and said fuck it, ink you up and sat down right there while Pierre went and got his tools

Bobby Rose: You and Cyrus joked about what you were going to get and when Pierre got back Cyrus pulled out his phone and showed him the picture of that…

Bobby points to Tommy’s arm where the tattoo is

Jimmy Lane: Lucky you, that image hasn’t been released to the public yet…

Tommy Love: Yeah LUCKY ME!!!

Bobby Rose: After the ink you drank some more and started talking about Julie, about April and even about Maria…

Tommy Love: I was talking about Maria???

Jimmy Lane: I was as shocked as you are, I thought her name was Satan’s Mistress…

Bobby Rose: Asked Cyrus if he was ever married and then gave him the Tommy Love history of the ‘ones that got away’ and the ones that trapped you and bled you dry, told him not to rush into anything with Melody, that wrestling relationships never work...it got dark for a bit…

Jimmy Lane: And then Cyrus said the\at we were going to find Tommy Love true love here tonight in Arles, and well...we failed…

Bobby Rose: Turns out A LOT of people saw you pull out your wanker Friday night and they were well...grossed out…

Jimmy Lane: Cyrus was working his ass off man, trying his best but nothing…

Tommy Love: What happened to those Italian girls?

Bobby Rose: Oh, they sobered up and split with a group of dudes from New Zealand but then Cyrus said you needed to meet his ex-wife, she was a real sweet girl and might be perfect for you, now at this point we were FUCKED UP…

Jimmy Lane: He said he was sure the old girl would marry you here and now, Cyrus even got online and got ordained so he could do it…

Bobby Rose: You were so touched that you agreed to meet her, now we couldn’t walk but Cyrus came back an hour or so later and said you two hit it off, he even sprung for the Honeymoon suite at a place around the corner…

Jimmy Lane: He showed us a few pictures of the two of you, I thought wow she was short...and hairy…

Bobby Rose: It wasn’t until this morning that we realized that she was a donkey...the donkey Cyrus married on the European Tour…

Bobby and Jimmy start to laugh

Bobby Rose: By that time it was too late to stop Buddy from coming in…

Tommy Love: Wait...you called Buddy, he’s coming here…

Jimmy Lane: It was your idea, you said you wanted your son to meet his new mom…

Bobby Rose: You paid for him to take the red eye right here to Arles, send a driver for him and all…

Tommy Love: Oh jesus...you two need to find him, tell him…

Buddy Love: Tell me what dad, that you married a donkey?

Tommy, Bobby and Jimmy all turn around to see Tommy’s son….Buddy Love

Buddy Love: Well she can’t be any worse than my past two step moms...daddy…

Buddy Love walks over and hugs his old man

Buddy Love: I can’t believe you flew me in first class when you told me last week you couldn’t afford it...guess you still couldn’t...I guess I should be taking Gabrielle Visconty since it was her credit card you used...smooth dad, so when do I get to meet Cyrus…

Tommy Love: You don’t, you never get to meet him...Buddy…

But Buddy pulls out his phone and shows Tommy a picture

Buddy Love: Then why did you send me this picture and tell me to get my ass to Arles so I can meet your good friend Cyrus Black, you two called me then forgot I was on the line while you were singing ‘We Are Family!!!’

Tommy Love: I fucking hate Cyrus Black.

This statement from Tommy Love is the last we hear before we fade to some shots of the nighttime crowd at WrestleFest:

[EWC]

8:00 PM
Main Event
United States Championship
Two Out Of Three Falls:
Fall 1: Singles Match
Fall 2: No DQ Match
Fall 3 (If Necessary): Falls Count Anywhere
Scorpio
Vs Ace King

Dobrev: The following is a two out of three falls match, and it is for the EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP! The first fall will be a standard match, the second fall will be a no-disqualification contest, and the third will be a falls count anywhere match!

I'm the best the world has ever seen (I'm the best ever!)

I'm somebody you'll never forget 'cause I work hard and sweat in my tears (Can't be stopped!)

I'm never falling again and if I did, I'd come back

Cheers go up around the Arles Amphitheatre, which quickly turn to boos as 'Iconic' - Madonna feat. Chance The Rapper hits the speakers as the house lights go down, switching to a spotlight focused on the curtain. It parts, revealing 'The S-Factor' Scorpio stood behind, a hand on his hip, the other raised above his head, cutting a beautiful silhouette. He sashays forward, a long coat dripping in jewels swaying with every step. Behind him steps Crème de la Crème, Scorpio's drag queen confidant and manager. The two look to one another and nod, before Scorpio opens his coat and drops it to the floor, revealing another stunning outfit. He steps down the ramp with a confident strut, emulating that of the catwalk models of Paris and Milan, before reaching the ring. Scorpio climbs up one set of steps as Crème climbs the other, parting the ropes to allow 'The People's Camp' in. Stepping into the middle of the ring Scorpio raises one arm, and blows a kiss with the other, a smile forming on his beautifully made-up face.

Dobrev: Please welcome, from London, England, weighing in at 205 lbs... 'The S-Factor'... 'The Baddest BItch On The Planet'... SCORRRRPIOOOO!

Aiello: This is Scorpio’s first WrestleFest, and it’s been a hell of a rookie year in the EWC for him. A long reign as one half of the EWC World Tag Team Champions, coming agonisingly close to the Undisputed Championship at Night of Champions, fifth place in the Rumble, scoring a huge win over Cyrus Black… this could be the night Ace King’s legendary reign finally comes to a close?

Sydney: Could? More like WILL. That’s the next United States Champion right there!

Scorpio continues taunting the French crowd, but as he does, the lights illuminating Arles Amphitheatre plunge into darkness. Almost immediately, the crowd begins chanting and buzzing in anticipation. After about 15 seconds in the dark, spotlights illuminate two massive house of cards structures, one on either side of the ramp. Then, a spotlight shines on a harmonica player standing on stage, who plays the opening to the acoustic version of ‘Ace of Spades’ begins...

After a few seconds, the crowd erupts as a visibly angry Ace King makes his way onto the stage, the United States Championship draped over his shoulder and his lady by his side.

Dobrev: AAAAAND his opponent, accompanied by Shelley Silver… FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in AT 235 pounds… He is the EWC United States Champion… ‘THE GAMBLER’... ACE… KIIIIIIINGGGGG!!!

The crowd chants along with Dobrev’s introduction, though Ace has tuned them all out, his eyes locked firmly on ‘The S-Factor.’

Sydney: At this point, I’m surprised she still needs the cue card for it.

Aiello: Well, Shelley Silver’s re-emergence by her fiance’s side may be a surprise, but the sight of Ace with the United States Championship is as ingrained into the minds of EWC fans as anything else in this organization’s 20-plus year history. As we’re into the wee hours of the night here in Arles, ‘The Gambler’ has officially begun his seven-hundred and seventy-seventh day with that championship.

Amsler: That’s it? It feels like so much longer.

Aiello: One look in Ace’s eyes, and you’ll know he’s wanted this for a long time, and that was BEFORE the heinous attack from Scorpio on his King's Court students a couple days ago.

Sydney: Anything can happen in EWC, even if you’re not an EWC competitor, so boo-hoo.

Ace looks over to Shelley, who pulls out a matchbox; ‘The Gambler’ strikes a pair of matches, tossing one at each house of cards and setting them ablaze, in turn igniting torches lining each side of the entrance ramp. Ace bows his head and closes his eyes; he takes Shelley’s hand as the cards burn on either side of them. After a few seconds, he raises his head once more, and he and Shelley calmly walk down to the ring, never looking back at the twin blazes burning behind them. They pause again just before getting to the ring; Ace bows his head once more to take in the following acapella verse:

You know I’m born to lose,

And gambling’s for fools,

But that’s the way I like it, baby

I don’t wanna live forever

But apparently I am

Once the music kicks back in, Ace raises his head and stares a hole through ‘The S-Factor’ before forcefully thrusting the United States Championship high for all to see, drawing a thunderous ovation as Scorpio tries to shout them down. He then turns his attention to Shelley, nodding softly before kissing her and rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, simply waving to acknowledge the ovation he’s receiving. He takes a deep breath and tests the ropes before retreating to a corner.

I see it in your eyes, take one look and die

The only thing you’ll see, you know it’s gonna be,

The Ace of Spades.

The Ace of Spades.

The song very slowly fades out as Ace closes his eyes for a precious few additional seconds as smoke envelopes him; as he opens his eyes again, the lights come back as he hands his championship to the referee, then breathes heavily as he locks eyes with Scorpio one more time.

Aiello: This one has been building for a while… for 777 days Ace King has been the United States Champion, against all odds, against every opponent, he’s held onto that gold and smashed all the records. Is tonight the night the reign finally ends? Or will Ace enter his fourth calendar year with the title? It looks like we’re about to get going folks…

DING DING DING

As the bell rings on this United States Championship contest The Gambler and The S-Factor stare one another down across the squared circle. The crowd are on their feet cheering and clapping for this contest as Ace and Scorpio begin to pace around the ring, The People’s Camp shouting a few disparaging comments, before King beckons for them both to lock up. Scorpio takes the challenge and hooks hands with King for a test of strength, and the fans clap along as the two competitors push hard. At first Scorpio seems to get the upper hand however quickly King digs in deep and pushes back, dominating his opponent and forcing Scorpio to break the lock and step away; he looks visibly shaken for a moment or two as he catches his breath, before turning around with a sneer and shouting at King to go again. They lock-up once more, and again King gets the upper hand, almost pushing Scorpio down to one-knee before the latter breaks the hold and rolls to one side, turning to Crème who shouts out some advice. The S-Factor nods and turns back to King, going for a third lock-up; the United States Champion rolls his eyes at his opponent’s antics before raising his arms to go for another struggle, when Scorpio raises a finger and gestures that he has an untied shoelace. Scorpio ducks down and turns around, dropping to one knee to tie his Louboutin heeled wrestling boots… however with his back turned to the referee and Ace it seems that he’s passed something by Crème…

Aiello: Did Crème just slide Scorpio a weapon?

Amsler: It seems like something metal… which… Scorpio’s attaching to his boot?

Indeed The S-Factor slips what seems to be a steel toe-cap onto his right foot, before he stands and nods to Ace, telling The Gambler that he’s ready to lock up again. Ace sighs and walks over, raising both arms – ONLY FOR SCORPIO TO BLIND-SIDE HIM WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK, DRIVING THE STEEL TOE-CAP INTO ACE’S HEAD! THE CROWD BOO LOUDLY AS SCORPIO HOOKS ACE INTO A ROLL-UP PIN, PUTTING BOTH FEET ON THE ROPES, WHICH CRÈME DE LA CRÈME THEN HOLDS IN PLACE. THE REFEREE SPOTS NONE OF THESE SHENANIGANS AS HE DROPS DOWN…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

ACE GETS THE SHOULDER UP A MILLISECOND TOO LATE – THE FIRST POINT IS IN!

DING DING DING

Winner of Part One, via pinfall: Scorpio

Ace King 0 – 1 Scorpio

Aiello: Oh my God! We’re less than 3 minutes into this contest and the first pinfall has already gone to the challenger!

Amsler: That’s a stolen pin dammit! Steel toe caps, boots on the ropes, Crème holding his feet down… Scorpio damn well stole that off of Ace…

Sydney: Oh you’re just jealous – in over 2 years as the United States Champion that’s the first time anyone’s got a pin over Ace King in a title defence… we just witnessed a historic moment!

The crowd are on their feet booing the house down as Scorpio leaps up, flipping the bird at the fans who are booing him, before he quickly disposes of the steel toe cap. Ace King gets to his feet and screams across the ring at Scorpio, who blows him a kiss and holds up fingers to demonstrate 1 and 0 at the champion. King gestures to the referee that Scorpio cheated, however the official only shakes his head and signals for the bell to ring again, triggering the second act – the no disqualification part of the match. Scorpio turns to Crème who in turn pulls a chair out and throws it to The S-Factor, and Scorpio spins looking to drive the chair down on Ace’s head – but the Gambler throws a fist, punching through the chair into Scorpio’s head! The challenger hits the deck as Ace King stands over him, sneering and shaking with rage, and the fans give a cheer for the United States Champion getting back into this one. Scorpio rolls to his feet and turns around to find Ace King bearing down on him with a series of forearm shots, driving the challenger back into the corner. He lands a European uppercut, stunning Scorpio, before irish whipping him across to the other corner and following it up with a big shoulder into Scorpio’s gut. The S-Factor doubles over and staggers out into the middle of the ring where King hooks him for a back suplex, driving him down into the mat, before he climbs on top of Scorpio and rallies a series of hard shots to the S-Factor’s face. Loud cheers sound out for every shot as Crème screams at Ace to stop from the outside.

King finally lets up and hauls Scorpio to his feet, backhanding him to a loud cheer, before he reaches for the steel chair discarded earlier. Scorpio turns back around to face the champion, and eats a chair to the face to another pop from the crowd. As The S-Factor hits the deck King sets the chair up as if going to sit on it, runs off the ropes, leaps off of the chair to the top rope, and springboard’s off into a moonsault! He hooks the leg… one… two—kickout from Scorpio, and King doesn’t waste a single moment as he hauls The S-Factor to his feet, and drives him down with a corkscrew neckbreaker. He covers again… one… two—kickout from Scorpio. Once again King doesn’t miss a beat as he drags Scorpio up, throws a kick to his gut, before he hauls Scorpio up with a gutwrench and drives him down with a sitout powerbomb, keeping it hooked for a pin attempt… one… two… kickout once more from Scorpio! King nods his head as he shoves Scorpio to one side, leaving him to recover as he climbs out of the ring and throws up the apron. The United States Champion begins to throw in sledgehammers, kendo sticks, steel chairs, barbed wire-wrapped baseball bats, trash cans, and even drags out a table. Crème de la Crème tries to intervene, but is quickly scared back as King advances on her, the drag queen clearly remember being locked in the House of Cards…

Aiello: King has made a comeback here, and it looks like he’s ready to bring the no DQ element out in force!

Sydney: All Scorpio needs is Vidal and this one’s over – remember the next United States Champion is already one up in this match!

Amsler: Oh yeah, like Ace King is the sort of wrestler to go down 2-0? This is the 777 day reigning United States Champion… he’s going to bring the fight and then some…

King slides into the ring looking like a predator hunting down his prey as he picks up a kendo stick and stalks behind Scorpio. The People’s Camp uses the ropes to get himself to his feet and turns around just as King swings the kendo – however Scorpio manages to duck it and drives a hard kick into King’s gut. He spins around and lands another kick to the side of King’s head, before leaping up and hooking the champion with a hurricanrana, bringing him crashing to the mat. Scorpio hooks the leg… one… t—early kickout from Ace King, and Scorpio screams out in frustration that he’s not won the match as he drives a heeled boot down into Ace King’s head. He pulls the champion up and rallies him with a few elbow strikes, sending him back into the corner before he follows it up with a running dropkick, driving the spiked high heels into King’s chest and winding The Gambler. Scorpio then sets up one of the steel chairs as if to sit on, hooks King’s head and leaps up to springboard off the ropes – BEFORE DRIVING KING’S HEAD THROUGH THE STEEL CHAIR WITH A DDT – A HARDCORE VERSION OF HIS LIPSYNC FOR YOUR LEGACY! The crowd boo as Scorpio makes the cover… one… two… t—KICKOUT TO A MASSIVE CHEER!

Scorpio sneers and stares at the champion as King battles his way back to his feet, and as Scorpio runs for a high knee King catches him and converts it into a belly-to-belly suplex, driving the challenger down hard on the mat. King picks up the discarded kendo stick and begins to drive it down onto Scorpio’s back, again, and again, and again, and again and again and again and again! The crowd cheer with every shot as The S-Factor desperately tries to escape, however King hooks the kendo stick under Scorpio’s jaw and pulls back, choking the life out of his challenger to even louder celebrations from the Paris fans. Scorpio desperately claws at the kendo stick trying to get some air in and King spins him round, showing his contorted and agonised face to the fans in all four sides of the ring. King then finally releases the hold and brings the stick down hard on the back of Scorpio’s head, flattening the challenger for a moment. The Gambler then goes to the nearest corner and pulls a turnbuckle cover off, smiling to himself as he snaps back round and hauls Scorpio up. King hooks him and hauls him to the corner, locking him into a spinal wipe takedown – BEFORE FINISHING WITH AN STO, DRIVING SCORPIO INTO THE UNCOVERED TURNBUCKLE! THE BIG SLICK! He drags Scorpio out and hooks the leg again… one… two… t—kickout from the challenger, and the crowd boo loudly.

Amsler: Some big moves coming out in this one, but it’s going to take more than that to end this Sunday night main event.

Aiello: WrestleFest brings out some of the biggest and best performances in our competitors, and this year is no exception.

King stands over his challenger as Scorpio stares up, before he throws a boot to kick at King – only for King to catch it! The S-Factor wriggles to try and free his foot before he kicks up with the other leg, and King catches that one too! Ace King stands with both of Scorpio’s legs held tight and the crowd get to their feet, sensing a big moment as Crème begins to shout for Scorpio to escape. The S-Factor realises the position he’s in and he desperately tries to scramble backwards, kicking his legs back and forth, even managing to get a strike on King occasionally. The United States Champion shakes his head with a grin on his face as he twists both of Scorpio’s legs around his own and turns – LOCKING IN THE HOUSE OF CARDS! THE CROWD ARE ON THEIR FEET AS THE S-FACTOR WASTES NO TIME IN TAPPING OUT, SAVING HIMSELF FROM THE MOVE THAT LEFT HIS MANAGER IN A WHEELCHAIR! THE REFEREE FORCES KING TO BREAK THE HOLD BEFORE IT’S EVEN BEEN FULLY LOCKED-IN AS SCORPIO SCUTTLES OFF TO THE CORNER, STARING BACK AT THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION…

DING DING DING
Winner of Part Two, via submission: Ace King

Ace King 1 – 1 Scorpio

Aiello: We’re on an even playing field folks! We’re down to the Falls Count Anywhere portion of the match and its one-all!

Sydney: This is why Scorpio is the next United States Champion – is he going to fight back against that devastating House of Cards when he had the one-nil advantage? Of course not!

Amsler: Oh how very brave and heroic, what a legendary competitor he is. That’s going to fire up Ace King ten-fold… it’s all to play for, and they’ve got this whole arena to finish it in…

Scorpio slowly gets himself up as King gestures 1 and 1 at his challenger and the crowd are cheering loudly for The Gambler evening the odds. The bell rings for the third and final part of the match and it’s go time between these two as Scorpio and Ace sprint at each other in the middle of the ring, locking up and jostling for position. Ace throws an elbow, Scorpio lands a backhand, Ace throws a knee to the gut, Scorpio ducks a punch and fires a roundhouse into Ace’s ribs, Ace smashes back with a forearm, Scorpio dodges it and leaps for a spinning heel kick – where Ace grabs the leg and immediately tries to go for the House of Cards a second time – and Scorpio goes scrambling forward, getting himself free of Ace’s clutches. The S-Factor is clinging to the ropes as King storms at him, and Scorpio manages to dodge down and send Ace into the ropes, before Scorpio runs at his opponent and leaps for a hurricanrana twisting himself over the top rope and sending Ace down to the outside, collapsing in a heap as Scorpio hooks the leg… one… two… t—kickout from King! Scorpio gets to his feet as Crème stalks round and reaches under the ring, pulling out Vidal The Hairdryer for her client.

The S-Factor takes his signature weapon and stalks Ace King as the United States Champion slowly gets up at ringside, and as King turns around – SCORPIO CRACKS HIM ACROSS THE FACE WITH THE BEJEWELLED HAIRDRYER! King crashes to the floor as blood drips from his forehead, and Scorpio makes the cover… one… two… thr—kickout from King once again! Scorpio screams in frustration at not being the United States Champion as he rolls King over and begins to wrap the wire of the hairdryer around King’s throat, pulling back to choke him out! The crowd are booing as Ace King grasps at the wire, his bleeding face going redder and redder in scenes reminiscent of Scorpio’s famous attack on him. At ringside Crème de la Crème taunts King, yelling at him to tap out, before she walks to the announce area and picks up the United States Championship and holds it in front of King. Scorpio nods to his manager and Crème raises the title, holding it like she’s about to run at the downed Ace King, and the crowd are booing heavily – WHEN THERE’S A COMMOTION IN THE FANS AND CRÈME TURNS JUST IN TIME TO SEE SHELLEY SILVER LEAPING OFF THE BARRICADE ONTO HER! The crowd go wild as Silver and Crème brawl at ringside, the United States Championship belt discarded by their side. Silver gets the upper-hand and snatches Crème’s wig off, tossing it into the crowd as the drag queen screams and gets to her feet – ONLY FOR SILVER TO TOSS HER INTO CROWD TOO!

Aiello: Shelley Silver to the rescue! Ace King’s better half has evened up the odds and stopped Crème de la Crème ending this one there and then…

Sydney: UNFAIR OUTSIDE INVOLVEMENT! DISQUALIFY ACE KING IMMEDIATELY! THIS IS DISGUSTING!

At ringside Scorpio releases his hold on King and climbs the barrier, watching the brawl between Crème and Silver carefully as he considers getting involved. By now Silver has dragged the drag queen almost the whole way through the standing fans, stopping only to slam Crème’s head into the hot dog vendor cart, getting ketchup and mustard all over her made-up face. The crowd give a loud cheer as Crème gets tossed through some doors and out of the main arena, leaving Scorpio open-mouthed and angered. He turns around to get back into this contest – but turns right into a missile dropkick from Ace King, who uses the ringside barrier as a platform to dive off of! The fans are cheering wildly as the pair crumple into a heap amongst the first few rows, and it’s King who gets to his feet first. After a few well-placed kicks Ace hauls Scorpio up and gestures a 1 with his fingers, getting the crowd hyped up…

Amsler: Oh here we go… is it gonna be Four Of A Kind?!

Ace drags his challenger up into a standing suplex position and drops, driving Scorpio down onto the concrete floor as the crowd chant “OOOONNNEEE”! Without waiting a moment he rolls to his feet and hauls The S-Factor up again, the crowd yelling “TWWWOOOOO!”. This match has been exhausting for both competitors and Ace takes a brief breather before he rolls over and hauls Scorpio once more, the crowd chanting “THREEEEEE” as he lifts Scorpio up high and drops him with the third standing suplex. After a few seconds King drags Scorpio to his feet once more, before lifting him high up in the air, holding him inverted before he gestures at a few of the fans to move. King carefully walks with Scorpio raised up, reaching the ringside barriers – AND HE DROPS SCORPIO WITH A STANDING SUPLEX RIGHT THROUGH THE METAL BARRIER! THE CROWD CHANT “FOOOOOUUURRRR” AND GET TO THEIR FEET, CHEERING AND CHANTING AS THE CHALLENGER IS LEFT IN A HEAP IN THE METAL HAVING SUFFERED FOUR OF A KIND! ACE WIPES SOME BLOOD FROM HIS FACE AND COVERS…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!—NO! KICKOUT FROM SCORPIO! The S-Factor gets a shoulder up and the crowd boo loudly as Ace King pushes himself to his knees, more blood pouring from the wound he got during the assault with Vidal. He looks around the crowd and the ringside area, before spotting the table he pulled out earlier in the match. He climbs over the broken barrier as Scorpio slowly begins to stir, and King reaches the table. The United States Champion sets the table up, checking it will hold as behind him Scorpio staggers to his feet, stumbling closer to his opponent. King turns around as Scorpio comes running – arm out looking for the Glitterazi, his signature lariat, but King ducks it and drives a boot into Scorpio’s gut! The crowd are on their feet – AS KING HAULS SCORPIO UP INTO A TORTURE RACK, SETTING UP THE BLACKJACK BOMB PERILOUSLY CLOSE TO THE TABLE – BUT SCORPIO MANAGES TO THROW A KNEE AT THE LAST MOMENT, SLIPPING OUT BEHIND KING. KING TURNS AROUND AND SCORPIO LEAPS – AGR! AGR ON THE OUTSIDE! SCORPIO ROLLS THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION OVER…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE! NO! ACE KING THROWS THE SHOULDER UP AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!

Aiello: Ace King kicked out of the AGR! Scorpio brought one of his deadly finishers and it wasn’t enough!

Sydney: Replay! REPLAY! That was definitely a three!

Scorpio rages at the referee, screaming in his face that he should be the United States Champion right now. He raises a fist and almost takes the official out, before spinning round and delivering a punishing kick to King’s face, before he drags the champion up and rolls him onto the set-up table. With a deep breath Scorpio climbs up onto the apron, before he ascends the ropes, sitting on top of one of the ring’s turnbuckles. He looks down at The Gambler laid out below. Scorpio stands up on the ropes and balances, preparing himself for a diving move – when King rolls off the table and clings to the apron, staring up at Scorpio on the top rope. King climbs to the apron and moves along to his opponent as Scorpio kicks back at Ace, almost sending The Gambler down to the table below. The fans are on their feet as Ace swings a big fist, connecting with Scorpio’s ribs and shaking him enough to almost send him crashing down. Scorpio holds on as King reaches him and fires a few forearms up, before he climbs up to the second rope, locking Scorpio as if trying to hook him for the BlackJack Bomb! The crowd stand up trying to get a better look as Scorpio kicks back and grabs at one of Ace’s arms, placing a heeled boot on his throat setting up a top rope version of The Heel Turn! The arena almost goes silent as Scorpio looks to leap – BUT ACE BREAKS FREE AND HOOKS THE S-FACTOR, LEAPING UP AND DRIVING BOTH KNEES IN, FALLING BACKWARDS INTO A TOP ROPE HIGHROLLER THAT SENDS BOTH MEN CRASHING THROUGH THE TABLE BELOW!!!

Aiello: OH! MY! GOD!

Sydney: OH! MY! GOD!

Amsler: Oh, sure, we’re doing this now, fine – oh my God.

The crowd are filling the Arles Amphitheatre with so much noise the commentary almost gets drowned out. Ace King and Scorpio are both laid out in the debris of the table, broken and unmoving. Medics come running down the ramp ready to deal with any injuries from the fall, however just as they approach both The Gambler and The S-Factor begin to stir. Going their separate ways King uses the apron to get to his feet and Scorpio uses the announce table. The crowd clap each step they take as the pair of them begin to recover, and slowly stumble backwards, clashing into each other – AND IMMEDIATELY TURN AROUND, GOING RIGHT AT EACH OTHER! Scorpio drives a shoulder into King, sending him backwards into the medic’s gurney, with both men spilling over it into an all-out brawl on the floor! King manages a headbutt which knocks Scorpio for six, and The Gambler ends up on top, pummelling fist after fist into Scorpio’s face, getting cheers from the crowd for every shot. King drags Scorpio up and throws a hard right, rallying him against the apron before The Gambler spots the United States Championship on the ground…

He reaches down for it, holding his title and running a hand over it, before he looks up at his dazed challenger. King sprints and swings the championship at Scorpio – WHO DUCKS AND GRABS AT KING’S ARM, SPINNING IT ROUND AND PLACING A HEELED BOOT ON KINGS THROAT – HE DROPS – THE HEEL TURN! SCORPIO HITS THE HEEL TURN AND MAKES THE COVER…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE! 

NO! ACE KING GETS THE SHOULDER UP IN THE NICK OF TIME AND THE CROWD EXPLODES! Scorpio yells at the top of his voice before he drags at King’s head, looking to pull him up into another finisher – BUT ACE GETS A PUNCH TO THE GUT, STUNNING SCORPIO! HE HAULS HIS CHALLENGER UP INTO THE TORTURE RACK AND SPINS HIM ROUND – BLACKJACK BOMB! BLACKJACK BOMB ON THE FLOOR! HE COVERS…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

NO! THIS TIME SCORPIO GETS THE SHOULDER UP, AND THE FANS HAVE A SHARP INTAKE OF BREATH – THIS ONE IS STILL GOING!

Aiello: How?! HOW?!

Amsler: I think our rental time on the arena might expire before this match finishes – guys there’s a whole other day of WrestleFest after you, this match needs to end at some point!

The crowd are chanting Ace King’s name over and over again as he gets to his feet, staring down at his challenger. Once more he stalks his opponent, waiting for Scorpio to get to his feet. The S-Factor scrambles for the ringside barriers, stumbling backwards as he wanders deliriously halfway round the ring and towards the ramp, holding his head in pain. The fans either side of the ramp are shouting abuse at him as he turns around – AND ACE RUNS AT HIM FOR A FLYING KNEE, ONLY FOR SCORPIO TO DODGE IT – AND BLAST ACE WITH A SUPERKICK!!! THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION STAGGERS BACK, STUNNED BY THE MOVE, AND SCORPIO PULLS AT HIS ARM, PLACING A BOOT ON HIS THROAT AD DROPPING BACK – THE HEEL TURN! SECOND HEEL TURN OF THE MATCH AND ACE KING IS OUT COLD ON THE STAGE! SCORPIO COVERS…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!!

DING DING DING

Winner of Part Three, via pinfall: Scorpio

Ace King 1 – 2 Scorpio

Dobrev: Here is your winner, AND THE NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION… SCOOOOOOORPIOOOOOO!!!

Aiello: He did it! The longest reign in EWC history is over!

Sydney: YAAAAAS KWEEEEEEN!

Amsler: … I’m in shock. It took interference, leveraged pins, tapping out before a hold was ever applied, weapons, multiple finishers, pre-match attacks, a propaganda war, and an all-out war here in Paris… but after 777 days the United States Championship has finally changed hands…

The crowd is booing as loudly as it possibly can while “Iconic” plays out over the speakers, and Scorpio remains on his knees over the knocked-out Ace King. The S-Factor’s make-up is smudged and tears fall from his eyes, much to the annoyance of the fans around him, as he gets to his feet. Scorpio is handed the United States Championship and he stands over the fallen former champion, raising the title high as red, white, and blue pyrotechnics go off. Scorpio screams into the camera that the Fabulous Era has begun as he backs up the stage, the United States Championship over his shoulder…after a moment, Scorpio leaves the ring, heading up the entry way and to the back as Ace King comes to. He gets to his feet, looking a little frustrated after what he's been through tonight.

He steps over to the turnbuckle, resting his head as though to contain said frustration. After a moment, he looks up to hear the crowd's appreciation for The Gambler, chanting his name:

THANK YOU, ACE!

THANK YOU, ACE!

THANK YOU, ACE!

Ace takes a while to let this soak in, really considering everything these chants mean after such a hard-fought battle...and after a bit finally cracks a smile of gratitude, acknowledging the appreciation of the crowd...and the crowd responds in kind, further expressing their thanks:

THANK YOU, GAMBLER

THANK YOU, GAMBLER

THANK YOU, GAMBLER

Ace lets the crowd's appreciation soak in a little more before taking a bow, leaving the ring with his head held high as we cut to the commentary booth.

Aiello: Seven hundred seventy-seven days, an appropriate and fitting length for the title reign of The Gambler. Ace King has faced the odds many times in the span of that reign, conquering more and more insurmountable obstacles to prove just how worthy he was as champion. Even going so far as to win the Undisputed Championship at Stars and Stripes, Ace King managed to use that to further elevate the United States Championship this past season alone. Ace holds his head high tonight, and rightfully so, for he left it all in that ring for the world to see. Whether he invokes his rematch clause for the United States Championship or he looks to get a second title reign as Undisputed Championship, there is no denying that Ace King is a top-tier performer here in the EWC.

Amsler: What a night this has been, folks...and we're still not done. Tomorrow night marks the final chapter on this year's WrestleFest, our last show of the year...and if you think about it, the last show of the decade. We still have three championships on the line including the EWC Rumble winner Melody Malone taking on Cyrus Black for the Undisputed Championship, a tag match between NSFW and the team of Lavender and Richard Garcia, and the fatal four-way for the Drake Memorial Cup...and Joe, I think Cid's finally passed out from all that food he's had today.

Aiello: Indeed, looks like that might be the cue that we need to wrap things up for tonight. For Sandra Amsler and Cid Sydney, I'm Joe Aiello thanking you for joining us for three days of live action from WrestleFest, and we will see you tomorrow night!

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WRESTLEFEST

Brought to you by Under Armour, PS4 and Dr Pepper 
Airing LIVE! on EWC NETWORK, DISH, Verizon FIOS TV, & XFINITY

LIVE! from the Arles Amphitheatre (Arènes d'Arles) in Arles, France

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WRESTLEFEST XVII 

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
Scorpio
Xavier Reid
Stitches
Jordan Sharpe
Wes Walker
Jonty Kelly
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.

EWC

EWC

EWC

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EWC

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 from the home of Les Lions, Arles France! Today is the day we have all been waiting for folks, it's Monday and that means that today we find out who ends 2019 as the Undisputed Champion! I am Joe Aiello along side me as they have been all weekend, Cid Sydney and Sandra Amsler.

Sydney: What a weekend we have had here! Cyrus has already retained the International Title, Melody is still tag team champion. Someone is walking out of the main event tonight as a double champ! and the people here in Penis, Fr-

Amsler: Wait, what? 

Sydney: I was just saying the name of the town. Penis, Fra-

Aiello: Arles. It's Arles, France Cid

Sydney: Yea that's what I said, Penis, France

Amsler: Arles

Syndey: Penis

Aiello: Arles

Sydney: Penis

Amsler: ARLES

Sydney: Yea, we're saying the same thing.

Aiello: Sometimes I really wonder about you Cid.... How many of those Bang energy drinks have you had this weekend?!

Sydney: I've only gone through a case and a half. I still have a whole other case just for today! Because TODAY IS THE DAY! We have the Indy title, the FSW title and the Undisputed title all on the line tonight! 

Amsler: And that is after we have seen the TV title, the North American Title, X-Division Title and the United States title ALL change hands this weekend. That's right folks, it is the end of an era as The Gambler quite aproposly ended his US title reign at seven hundred and seventy seven days.... 

Aiello: 777 will forever be synonymous with Ace King and that reign alone makes him a sure fire Hall of Fame inductee down the line. Not to mention he is a former Undisputed champion of which I am sure next season he is now free to focus on 100% getting that Title back. 

Sydney: boo hoo hoo. Ace finally lost and Scorpio finally grew a set and took what was his for the taking! Just like NSFW are going to do later tonight when they DESTROY the team of Lavender and Richard Garcia who has NO business in the same ring as NSFW. 

Aiello: You're not even going to acknowledge that Lavender has done the almost impossible and beaten our current Undisputed champion in the last week? 

Amsler: Don't bother Joe, he will never admit that. Right now though we are going to pay a quick bill and then get this action underway... Right after a message from EWCTV!

The fans continue to chant and cheer as we fade out

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[EWC]

Ace Heart is waiting just inside Gorilla, expression pensive and perhaps a bit annoyed. He’s been frankly looking around for a particular tag team all day, and without anyone having seen them around for the entire weekend, this is the last place he can think of. Unless they’re planning on dropping from the sky, they’ll have to be here eventually.

Huffing and brushing at his mustache in an irritated manner, the veteran interviewer suddenly straightens up, catching a glimpse of the people he’s been chasing down coming into view. Quickly motioning to the cameraman, he rushes up to Mike McGuire and Bishop Church with his normal amount of tact.

Heart: Mike! Bishop! A moment of your time, please.

Mike raises a brow and turns to their partner. The last they’d spoken to this particular interviewer, it’d been putting nearly a years’ worth of bad blood to bed. But things had been different then. Bishop shoves past him. They both continue on.

Church: No.

Heart: Just two minutes.

He pauses, and though he makes quite a deal of pulling away from his microphone his words are still caught, the mustachioed man awful at being discreet.

Heart: I thought we were past this. I have a job to do, you know.

Mike rolls their eyes, folding their arms. Their glare pierces through Heart’s veneer of professionalism.

McGuire: Fine. But you only get one of these and we’re going to hold you to that. Spit it out.

Heart: I mean …

Ace lets out an exasperated sigh.

Heart: Why?

Church: Already answered that.

Heart: Yeah, I get it. This is who you two are. Why? How did this happen?

Church shakes his head. Mike picks up on that.

McGuire: Anything past what we said already’s not anybody’s fucking business but ours. Next question.

Heart: You two aren’t the least bit excited about tonight? This is the most grand event this company has ever produced. And you two are part of it. On the final day even.

Church feigns applause.

Church: We’re here to do our job. These people still don’t get it. We aren’t here to stand on ceremony. We’re here to end this pretense that any of you deserve to share the ring with us.

McGuire: We weren’t even here until maybe twenty minutes ago, because we ain’t here to gladhand, make nice, and be another set of freaks for people at this fuckin’ glorified carnival to gawk at. Those who really matter to us and stand with us? They know how to find us. Everyone else? Either gets out of our way or winds up a smear on the canvas.

Mike takes a step closer to Ace, who freezes up.

McGuire: No exceptions.

Without another word, the two of them shove past Heart and continue on to their position. The camera fades to several images from the past three days of various activities in and around WrestleFest. 

DRAKE MEMORIAL CUP
FATAL 4WAY
Mercenary
Vs Gabrielle Visconty 
Vs Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton 
Vs Dominic Sanders

We fade back to ringside where the commentators are standing by. 

Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen! It's time to kick off the final evening here in Arles! We've seen a HELL OF A LOT over the past three days.

Amsler: Title matches.

Sydney: An ambulance match.

Aiello: Food truck wars.

Amsler: A Weapon X Match.

Sydney: WarGames!

Amsler:  FOUR new champions, including a new United States champion for the first time in Seven Hundred and Seventy Seven days! 

Aiello: And now it's time for four of the finest in the entire EWC to duke it out to see who will win the Drake Memorial Cup!

Amsler: This match is in dedication to one of the greatest competitors that this company has ever witnessed.

Sydney: Earlier this year, Ashton Drake sadly passed away. And this match is dedicated completely to his memory!

Aiello: So, without further ado... let's have Nina Dobrev kick off one last evening here in Arles!

Dobrev: The following contest is a Fatal Fourway match to  crown the inaugural winner of the Ashton Drake Memorial Cup!

The crowd begins cheering loudly throughout the Arles Amphitheatre. As the actual lyrics of 'You're Going Down' by Sick Puppies beginplaying, the Titaness saunters down the ramp. Walking beside her is her husband, Joseph "Orion" Hunter. A sense of determination and resolve can be seen in her eyes. She slaps a few fans' hands casually on her way towards the ring. Her stoic gaze focuses on the squared circle.

Dobrev: Introducing first from Fort Lauderdale, Florida... weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds. She is one of the members of the Shieldmaidens M.C. She is Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton!

Now on the apron, Hamilton slips through the middle of the ropes and into the ring. She steps into the center of the ring and looks around the Arles Amphitheatre at the tens of thousands of fans on their feet.

Aiello: Samantha Hamilton went through one hell of a fight with Cyrus Black on Friday afternoon and here she is again, ready to go to war once again!

Amsler: This girl has a tremendous amount of heart. No one can ever say that she isn't a competitor!

”B.O.B.” by OutKast bangs on the sound system heavily as Gabrielle Visconty darts out from the back, stopping at the top of the ramp. She grins briefly out at the crowd, nodding her head in time with the music as they great her with cheers. She looks over the crowd a moment before tossing her arms out to her side as pink pyros explode behind her. Gabi lets out an excited shout and grins before she heads off towards the ring, slapping hands as she goes.

Dobrev: Next... from Honolulu, Hawaii! GABIIIII VEEEEEEE!!!

She hops up on the ring apron and looks out over the crowd, turning her signature Gabi Vee hat around backward before she springboards herself gracefully into the ring. Gabi hops up onto the corner and rallies the crowd before pointing over the Amphitheatre.

Sydney: This young lady has grown an awful lot this season! She was an FSW upstart, but she has turned into quite the competitor over on the main brand! There are good reasons why she is a part of this match!

Aiello: There's no question about that. The former Television Champion has fought with the best of them all year long and made a name for herself. She would love nothing more than to walk away with The Drake Memorial Cup!

Amsler: Oh great.

Aiello: What?

Amsler: Here comes that worm Tommy Love.

Tommy Love comes out from the back to join the party at ringside. Gabi rolls her eyes at her manager as she continues to get ready in the ring. "Meet The Monster" by Five Finger Death Punch blasts throughout the Arles Amphitheatre. A flashing red strobe lights the stage as the rest of the lights in the Amphitheatre go dark.

Dobrev: Next... hailing from West Oakland, California. Weighing in at three hundred and sixty-five pounds... It is time to meet the monster who you all have helped create. He is the "EWC Outlaw." He is The Mercenary!

Mercenary walks into the flashing red light. His face is hidden behind a hard plastic tactical mask decorated with The Punisher's skull logo. He is stiff... hard... Frankenstein's deadly creation come to life. He crosses both arms, gloved fists clenched, across his chest under his chin. The pose resembles a skull and crossbones. A burst of flames explodes all around him.

He moves forward towards the ring at a steady pace filled with menace and a deadly purpose. Stepping over the top rope, the man enters the ring. Walking to the corner of the ring he removes his mask and starts to shadow box in the corner. 

Aiello: This man is huge, guys! He outweighs both of these young ladies combined with an extra one hundred pounds!

Sydney: I heard that this man ate a skinny French man for breakfast!

Amsler: You hear some stupid, crazy shit.

Sydney: Well, when you're around him every other Wednesday night you start to believe the stuff you hear!

The lights go out in the Arles Amphitheatre. Purple pyrotechnics burst up on the stage and down the sides of the ramp heading towards the ring. "War Machine" by KISS begins playing. Dominic Sanders steps out from the back in a dark purple hoodie and black wrestling tights on, finished by white boots. The hood of his sweatshirt drapes over his eyes as he stares out at the fans. Cora Whittaker appears from behind the curtain with a purple dress and purple streaks in her hair. Sanders and Cora stand at the top of the ramp and listen to a loud chorus of boos from the crowd.

Dobrev: And finally... from Fort Worth, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds and being accompanied by Cora Whittaker... DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!

Dominic beats his chest with both fists and raises his arms in the air with a roar. The crowd reacts even louder as he starts to make his way down to the ring. A cocky grin can be seen under the hood of his sweatshirt as he walks down the ramp hand-in-hand with Cora at his side.

Sanders rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He jumps up to his feet and stares out into the crowd underneath the hood of his sweatshirt. Cora joins him at his side. He grins and nods his head as he moves over to his corner and waits as "War Machine" fades out and Cora exits the ring. She stands opposite of Tommy Love as he shouts obscenities at her.

Aiello: Dominic Sanders has returned to his usual self. The things he said about this match were sickening.

Sydney: You can't blame the guy for being a bit frustrated. One year ago at this event in Camp Nou, he was winning the Undisputed Championship! Now he's in a match for The Drake Memorial Cup, something that he feels does nothing for his career. I don't necessarily agree with his message, but I see his frustration.

Amsler: Dominic Sanders is and always has been an asshat! I hope he gets his ass absolutely handed to him here tonight and he goes back to Texas crying!

DING DING DING

As the bell sounds, Mercenary turns to Sanders and wraps a big paw around his throat. There’s a look of panic on Sanders’ face. Gabi and Hamilton look on as Mercenary lifts Sanders up and gorilla-presses him above his head. Mercenary then brings Sanders down into a Death Valley Driver. Hamilton sprints at the downed Sanders and drives a dropkick into Sanders’ temple. Gabi Vee is now up on the top turnbuckle… ASCENSION ONTO SANDERS! Gabi Vee grabs at her injured left shoulder and stays on top for the cover.

ONE!
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Mercenary pulls her off and covers Sanders.

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TWO!!

Hamilton kicks Mercenary in the ribs and covers Sanders, herself.

ONE!
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TW-Gabi Vee grabs Hamilton by the hair and yanks her off of Sanders. The three of them are up and in each others’ faces!

Aiello: Well, Gabi Vee, Samantha Hamilton, and the Mercenary worked collectively to put down Dominic Sanders but there’s one problem…

Amsler: This is a Fatal Fourway match. And the first pinfall wins this match. So, it doesn’t matter how much damage one person takes, two others have to be incapacitated in order to win here.

As the three of them argue, Sanders rolls out of the ring and to the floor holding his ribcage. The two ladies decide to team up on the much bigger Mercenary. They each grab him by the wrist and whip Mercenary across the ring. Mercenary comes back and double-clotheslines the two ladies down to the mat. Gabi Vee pops up quickly and jumps on Mercenary’s back, putting him in a sleeper hold. Hamilton kicks Mercenary hard in the left knee, causing it to buckle and dropping him down to the mat on one knee. She puts a foot in the middle of his back and shoves him down to his face. Gabi Vee maintains her hold as Mercenary tries to push himself back up to his feet. Mercenary is back up. Hamilton sprints at Mercenary and spears him through the ropes. Gabi Vee topples over the top rope. All three land on top of Sanders on the outside!

Sydney: That poor Dominic Sanders has taken so much abuse already and now he has roughly six hundred and fifty pounds fall on top of him!

Amsler: I hope it happens over and over!

Hamilton is the first to her feet as she reaches under neath the ring and grabs a sledgehammer!

Aiello: Remember, no disqualification in this type of match!

Amsler: And she’s about to knock around some heads with that thing!

She grabs the hammer by both ends and drives the head of it into Mercenary’s ribs! She turns her attention to Gabi, but Gabi rips the sledgehammer out of Hamilton’s hands and tosses it aside. She kicks Hamilton in the stomach and DDTs her onto the floor. Gabi pops up to her feet and sprints around the ring. Tommy Love cheers her on as she goes to the third side of the ring. Before she can get back around to the other three, Cora steps into her way with her arms crossed.

Cora: I don’t think so!

Gabi: Get out of my way!

Tommy Love comes over.

Tommy: You stay out of this! You’re not going to rob another one of my clients of a win!

Tommy gets in Cora’s face. During all of this, Mercenary has gotten back up to his feet. He runs around the corner and drives Gabi into the floor with a heavy clothesline. Cora and Tommy Love back away from each other and get out of the way. Mercenary picks Gabi up and hip-tosses her into the front row of the fans here in Arles!

Aiello: There is so much going on! It’s bound to happen that someone gets hurt, especially with seven bodies out here!

Amsler: There’s more than that, now!

As Sandra says this, the rest of the F.E.U.D. comes out from the back and they flank Mercenary. The referee gets out of the ring and into their faces. She points at them and yells at them to get to the back! Tommy Love comes over and laughs at them. The referee points to the back again! Tommy Love has been ejected from ringside! Everyone begins arguing with the referee as he walks over to the timekeeper’s table. He talks to Nina Dobrev for a moment before Nina gets on the microphone.

Dobrev: Ladies and Gentlemen… the referee has just informed me that due to the significance of this match, no one NOT competing in the match has been banned from ringside effective immediately!! 

The crowd goes nuts as the members of F.E.U.D., Cora Whittaker, and Tommy Love argue with the referee. Other referees come out from the back as they help control the situation. Joseph Hunter quietly minds his own business and heads to the back. Tommy and Cora and F.E.U.D. all argue with each other, especially Tommy and F.E.U.D. They are slowly ushered up the ramp.

Aiello: Well, that solves that problem. This was about to get completely out of control!

Sydney: I can’t believe they did that to Cora and Tommy Love! Those other idiots had no business being out here. But Cora and Tommy have no reason to be sent to the back.

Amsler: Are you delusional? Tommy Love is probably the reason this is happening. Good grief.

During all of this, Dominic Sanders finally got to his feet. He walks over to Mercenary and delivers a German suplex onto the floor! Gabi Vee is up on the guardrail as Dominic pops up to his feet quickly. She leaps off, looking for the Jawbreaker! Sanders catches her and sets her on her feet. She swings at him wildly with a punch, but Sanders ducks it. Sanders grabs Gabi’s left arm and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out… a pair of handcuffs?! He slaps one of the cuffs on her left wrist. He yanks her by the injured arm towards Mercenary, who is trying to get to his feet. He grabs Mercenary’s right arm and slaps the other cuff on his wrist!

Aiello: My god! Gabi Vee and Mercenary are now hooked to each other! Talk about incapacitating two of your opponents!

Sanders drives some boots into the back of Mercenary’s head, causing him to fall back onto his face. Sanders jumps up onto the ring apron and turns towards the two of them. Gabi is fighting with the handcuffs. Sanders jumped off and delivers Titletown to the back of Mercenary’s head! Sanders gets up with a smile and looks at Gabi, who can’t do anything because she’s now cuffed to dead weight by her injured arm. Sanders laughs at Gabi. Gabi stops struggling for a moment and looks at Sanders. She smirks and points behind him. Sanders turns around… THWACK! Samantha Hamilton cracks Sanders in the skull with a chair! Sanders drops to the floor.

Amsler: Hell yeah! What a shot!

Sydney: Those handcuffs might be what costs Sanders!

Hamilton grabs Sanders and tries to lift him up, but he’s out cold. She rolls Sanders onto the chair and starts to drag him over to the ring steps. A referee runs out from the back with some chain cutters! Hamilton sees this and runs over and grabs the cutters. She walks over to the ramp and tosses them as far as she can up the ramp! She runs back over to Sanders and drags him by the arms up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. Hamilton gets into the ring. The secondary referee retrieves the cutters and returns to ringside. Hamilton pulls Sanders into the ring. She lifts him up… WRATH OF THE TITANS! The referee cuts the chain linking Mercenary and Gabi. Hamilton covers!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THRE-NO!!! GABI VEE BREAKS IT UP JUST IN TIME!

Aiello: We were a half second away from Samantha Hamilton winning The Drake Memorial Cup!

Sydney: Thank God for those cutters!

Sanders rolls over onto his side, looking directly into the camera. His forehead is busted wide open from that chair shot. Gabi and Hamilton trade blows in the middle of the ring. Mercenary is back up to his feet. He walks over to the apron and grabs Sanders, pulling him to where his head hangs over the edge of the mat. Mercenary drives his cuffed wrist right down into the open wound on Sanders’ head. And again! And again! Mercenary grabs the chair and opens it up. He wraps it around Sanders’ throat. Mercenary gets up onto the apron and drops a leg across the chair, driving it into Sanders’ throat! Sanders rolls around in pain, the chair still wrapped around his head. Mercenary gets back into the ring. He grabs both ladies by the hair and yells something at them. Both ladies drive a swift kick down south on Mercenary. He screams and drops to his knees, releasing their hair in the process. Gabi and Hamilton trade off delivering kicks to his chest. Gabi sprints to the ropes and returns, looking to drive both knees into Mercenary’s face. Hamilton catches Gabi with a big boot to the face! She lifts Gabi up from the ground and hooks her up. ATLAS SHRUGGED! Gabi Vee falls to her back. Hamilton covers!

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TWO!!
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Sanders with a chair shot across Hamilton’s back! He tosses the chair aside and falls back to the mat.

Amsler: All four are down!

Aiello: They’ve all taken a lot of punishment! I don’t know who has the upper hand, here!

Mercenary rolls into the ring and drags Dominic Sanders up. Mercenary locks on a Full Nelson! He is squeezing the life from Dominic! Dominic begins to go dark but finds his footing and in a true showing of strength powers Mercenary up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry! Dominic lets out a scream as he drops Mercenary into a back-breaker! It's the Riptide! Dominic covers!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And the winner of the 2019 Drake Memorial Cup via pinfall... DOMINIC SANDERS!

Dominic quickly rolls to the outside and grabs his head, trying to recover from the beating he just took. Hamilton and Visctony are looking on in almost shock before Mercenary slowly sits up, a VERY angry look on his face.

Aiello:  What a match. It was high octane and pedal to the metal from moment one, but Dominic Sanders has won the Inaugural Drake Memorial cup!!

Dominic Sanders is still recuperating as President Mac makes his way down to the ring along with a presenter holding the Drake Memorial Cup Trophy 

The fans cheer on President Mac and the presenter as they make their way down to the ring. Mac assists the presenter as he enters the ring .. Mac smiles with mic in hand .. collects himself and then addresses the fans

Mac: Firstly .. I want to thank all four of you tonight .. Mercenary, Gabi-V, Sam and Dom .. you four rose to the challenge here tonight and did not just these fans proud, not just the EWC proud .. but you did Drake proud. This match .. this trophy .. this evening .. all dedicated to a man we all grew to love, appreciate and respect. 

Mac takes a moment to hold back his emotions as the crowd cheers a little louder

Mac: Drake meant a great deal to the EWC when he was with us. He broke the mold on what it meant to be a rookie. He came in here .. new to the industry .. he stayed away from drama .. he stayed away from the negativity and he did his thing. He told his story, the way he wanted to tell it but without ever disrespecting the EWC, without ever disrespecting the legacies of those he faced, and without disrespecting the legends that came before him. He didn't just set an example .. he IS the example

Drake

Drake

Drake

Drake

Mac: Drake recognized that it took hard-work to get to the top. He fought his way .. paid his dues .. but did it faster and possibly better than anyone before him. This isn't a slight to anyone of our legends .. this is a testament to  Drakes awesomeness. Drake respected our history and our Championships. He became International Champion .. and he cherished that Championship. He knew what it meant to hold that belt, and at the time .. that was his highest achievement and embodied that fact. Then he crossed paths with one of the all times greats, in the middle of an all time great run .. born was the Xplode / Drake feud that will live in our halls forever

Xplode

Xplode

Xplode

Mac cheers along with the fans before continuing

Mac: Before Drake .. Xplode was one of the all time beats of the mic. When he spoke .. and even today .. when Xplode speaks .. you listen. You hear each word. You hear the passion. You hear the pain behind the story. You get a sense of his legacy with each syllable Drake saw that .. he respected that .. and then he emulated that. Drake learned, adapted and did what he had to do to match wits with a person no one else could figure out. Xplode was undefeated .. cementing his legend .. and along comes this rookie .. and defeats on undefeated .. Undisputed Champion .. on Monday Night Brawl .. and it gave birth to this .. this .. legendary run that Drake went on to build. The three time Undisputed Champion was a man of few words outside the ring .. but when it came time to speak .. he told it better than anyone

Mac looks over to the presenter and points to the trophy

Mac: and this is why we had the trophy designed this way .. because Drake will not only be forever known for what he did in the ring .. but he will be remembered for his incredible way of cutting a promo for a match. The way he sliced and diced his opponents .. dissected them .. he rocked the mic right .. and so that legacy will be remembered forever .. and as he was a man of the people .. telling his story with his fans .. we carry on that legacy .. as our presenter tonight is a fan .. and not just any fan .. but a fan of Ashton Drake .. he was their the night of his first match .. he got to meet Drake .. lets put the image up on the screen .. 



The fans cheer at the sight of Drake and the fan .. now presenter 

Mac: Thank you for being here and for being a fan .. 

Mac shakes the boys hand

Mac: Drake will never be forgotten .. not be me .. not by you .. not by us .. not by anyone. His legacy will live on forever .. and this is how we will honor him .. year after year .. WrestleFest after WrestleFest .. Drake .. we love you .. we miss you .. thank you for telling your story

Mac: And now .. Mr Sanders .. I award you .. as our winner tonight .. ladies and gentlemen .. the first ever Drake Memorial Champion winner .. Dominic Sanders

The crowd cheers as Mac hands the trophy over to Dominic Sanders .. the two shake hands .. Dominic thanks the boy also .. and then raises the trophy above his head as the fans play them out of the ring .. chanting and cheering

Ezio DeLuca is seen picking up food from another Italian themed truck. A small bowl of minestrone. It’s thick and full of vegetables. Beans, onions, celery, carrots, stock, tomatoes… the works. But Ezio grimaces a little bit. Something’s off about it. It doesn’t taste like he wants it to taste. It doesn’t taste like… home.

Suddenly, Ezio feels a tap on his shoulder. It’s familiar. He turns around and a thermos is presented to him… by his mom! She’s standing there with tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she shakes the thermos again and smiles at Ezio. Ezio is beside himself. Flabbergasted. He drops the bowl of soup from his hands and it splatters to the ground. Without any moments escaping, he grabs his tiny mother in a warm embrace and lifts her from the ground… spinning her in a circle before she baps him on the top of his shoulder in an attempt to get back on solid ground.

Ezio DeLuca: WERE YOU HERE THE WHOLE TIME?!?! DID YOU SEE!?!? ...

Without a word, the tiny woman nods her head and forces the thermos full of Ezio’s favorite soup into his hands.

Ezio DeLuca: But this is a liquid… how did you get it through airport security?!

The tiny woman puts an index finger over her lips in a “hush” gesture. She winks at Ezio… the familiar wink he’s shown the EWC and FSW fans since his debut in this company… just a generation older than Ezio’s own face. He smiles at her and rolls his eyes a little before embracing her once again, his check pressed against hers.

Ezio DeLuca: Thank you, Madre. Senza di te non sono niente.

Madre pats his head gently. And whispers back...

Madre: Ti voglio molto bene...

The embrace finally breaks and the two walk hand in hand away from the food truck as they look to find seats for the second match of the final day.

The sounds of the storm begin to roar through the stadium as the crowd POPS to life. The lights inside dim down and all there is, is the storm. After a few more moments it fades out to dead silence when “Seek and Destroy” rips through the silence like tissue paper, and the crowd ERUPTS even louder than before!

 

Sydney: He said he would be here and here he is!

Soaking up the reaction he begins he walk to the ring slapping hands with fans down the ramp, pausing for a moment he tilts his head and starts making his way circling the ring slapping hands with as many fans as he can. After he finishes the lap he slides inside the ring under the bottom rope, pops to his feet and climbing to the second turnbuckle, and waves for the fans to go crazy and stay on their feet! He steps down and grabs a mic from a stage hand from ringside, and walks to center ring.

Luke: SOMEBODY TOLD ME… THAT THE EWC WAS HAVIN A PARTY TONIGHT!!!

“YEEAAHHHH!!!”

The crowd ERUPTS!!!

Luke: Jessica and Annabelle wanted me to tell you all that they wish they could be here tonight, but… They had prior engagements. But they told me to ask you… Not to forget them.

Sydney: Don't Forget them?

Amsler: Have we seen the last of Annabelle as well?

Sydney: Well I don't know how anyone could ever forget Annabelle. 

Moving on quickly, Luke changes the subject.

Luke: I don’t know about all of you… But went to all the food trucks for the competition, there is one that is selling the best New York footlong hotdogs I’ve ever had…

Stopping for a moment laughing. 

Luke: There's a great Philly Cheese steak Truck too...

Soaking up the reaction he pauses and then starts again.

Luke: BUT... I came here… To THIS event, the most ambitious event ever attempted by anyone… anywhere, for the WRESTLING! To watch the GREATEST locker room of men and women in the history of the sport come out here and do what they do better than anyone in the world! I came here just like all of you, as a fan, to see the E...W...C!!!

The crowd ERUPTS! As an EWC chant roars through the building.

“EWC!!!”
“EWC!!!”
“EWC!!!”

Pumping his fist Luke chants along with the fans.

Luke: This is the fourth straight day of nonstop partying, and amazing wrestling, and if there was ever any doubt about what this company is capable of… they are blowing the doors off any and all expectations... any prediction, this is event is bigger than anything that anyone thought possible. Bigger than anyone ever dreamed of! This is why the EWC means as much as it does to me! Why it means as much as it does to professional wrestling! It’s because of the EWC that I have never stopped dreaming! That I have NEVER stopped believing!

The crowd again pops as Luke nods…

Luke: In the EWC anything, and everything, is possible, and ANYTHING can and WILL happen-- Being here tonight, and stepping into this ring here infront of all of you one more time makes chills run up my spine, it gives me goosebumps--

Luke is suddenly cut off--

“PLEASE DON’T GO!!!”

“PLEASE DON’T GO!!!”

“PLEASE DON’T GO!!!”

A bit choked up, he raises the mic and then lowers it for a moment.

Luke: You know what? Like I said I’ve been here since the party kicked off, and I’ve had the opportunity to meet so many of you. You amazing fans that II have met over the last few days, the things that you all said to me, and the way you are reacting right now… Honestly, makes me want to stay forever.

“YYYEEAAHHHH!!!”

Waiting for a moment, as the crowd pops.

Luke: I wish I could fight inside this ring, until the last breath leaves my body. This is what I love, this is my passion, this is what I have lived for. During my career I have put my body through so much, done things that have left me lying in hospital beds. Had near career ending injuries, and I can tell all of you with every fiber in my being, that I would do it all over again because it was worth every damn second of it!

You can tell by the break in his voice that Luke has gotten a little choked up.

“ONE MORE MATCH!!!”

“ONE MORE MATCH!!!”

“ONE MORE MATCH!!!”

Luke: Look, and this was not a decision that I took lightly. I spent alot of time thinking abou it, and the way I really want to say goodbye to all of you. The thing is, I have come to a decision... I do have… one… last… match left in me. My contract with the EWC is still alive until January 1st. I have opened a match contract that has has a signed letter of intent with one of the EWC best. And we have agreed in principle, that when the time is right, I will lace up the boots one last time. So that I can say goodbye the way I want to say goodbye, right here inside this ring! But as far as what the future holds, my time has passed. I can’t keep up with the standards that I have set for myself, along the future legends that have taken this place by storm. It’s their time now, and they are raising the bar higher and higher every time they step inside this ring. Later tonight there will be a match to decide the absolute BEST in the world. I’ve stirred the pot just a little here and there with your Undisputed Champion, and I don’t know, I’ve never been as impressed with him as everyone else around here, I want to see just what that man is truly made of…

Luke says with a sly grin.

Luke: I will be out there, with all of you! As a fan to watch the main event. To watch this festival come to an end, and to see if Cyrus Black truly is as good as he thinks he is. I for one… Honestly hope he is. That he can prove that he truly deserves to wear that belt. But regardless of whoever walks out of this ring here tonight with that belt, the true winner will be all of you! All of US! The fans who got to be a part of this event! Who got to be a part of these last four days. It’s an experience that I certainly will never forget. And we are the winners who get to be a part of THIS FAMILY! The EWC FAMILY! I want to say thank you to everyone in that locker room, that I have had the privilege of sharing the ring with over my career, everyone inside the production truck that let me tell my story the way I wanted to tell it, and each and every one of you, for being there for the ride the whole way!

Before he can finish he is cut off by the crowd.

“THANK YOU LUKE!!!”

“THANK YOU LUKE!!!”

“THANK YOU LUKE!!!”

Luke shakes his head with a smile on his face.

Luke: No… Thank you! I will forever be grateful for every opportunity that this company gave me to showcase my skills, and for all the great memories that I will have forever! I want to say thank you… for the memories, that can never be taken away. Let’s hear it for the greatest wrestling company on the planet! You know the letters!

Luke starts pumping his fist as the crowd roars!

“EWC!!!”

“EWC!!!”

“EWC!!!”

“EWC!!!”

“Seek and Destroy” again hits and Luke kisses his hand and raises it in the air waving to the fans. As the music plays out, he rolls out of the ring, and hops the guard rail and exits through the fans. As he slowly makes his way through the sea of EWC die hards, his music fades out as we head back to ringside.

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TAG TEAM MATCH
NSFW
Vs Lavender & Richard Garcia

Aiello: Day four rolls on! We are almost to the end of the tunnel. We see the light. And, right now, that light is coming at us in the form of NSFW.

Amsler: These two have come back with a vengeance. They will stop for nobody and don't give a damn about it, either.

Sydney: I'm kind of fond of this version of NSFW. These two chaps sure have created a stir for themselves. And for seemingly being on the bottom of the tag team division because of their re-emergence, they still turn enough heads to be relevant in this company.

Aiello: You're right about that, Cid. There's no denying the fact of who they once were. But the questions on everybody's minds are: who are they now? Because they sure aren't acting anywhere near the NSFW that we once knew.

Sydney: And it's worked out better for them! They were insufferable before. Now they've got personality and intrigue!

Aiello: And now it's their turn to shine here at WrestleFest!

Dobrev: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

'Live To Win' by Paul Stanley hits as the crowd get to their feet to await the man that is about to enter through the entrance curtains. Smoke billows through the entrance curtain and out onto the stage. The lights are dim and with every guitar riff during the first verse the lights flash in unison.

"Frustrated, degraded, down before you're done"

"Rejection, depression, can't get what you want"

"You ask me how I make my way"

"You ask me everywhere and why"

"You hang on every word I say"

"But the truth sounds like a lie"

"LIVE TO WIN!"

As soon as the song kicks in Richard Garcia bursts through the entrance curtains to an uproar from the crowd. The lights continue to flash in unison with the guitar riffs. Richard Garcia screams to the heavens above with excitement and then makes his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans as he passes by.

Dobrev: Introducing first... from Melbourne, Australia... weighing in at two hundred and thirteen pounds... RICHARD GARCIA!

Once Richard Garcia reaches the bottom of the ramp he rushes towards the ring and slides into the ring before climbing up to the nearest turnbuckle and spreading his arms out, eagle-winged and screaming in excitement. Richard Garcia jumps off of the turnbuckle and pumps himself up whilst waiting for his partner to enter the ring.

Aiello: Richard Garcia, the former Indy Champion, looks ready to roll here tonight.

Amsler: He's one of the best on the Prime circuit. I see this guy in action so often and I know that he's always up for a fight.

Sydney: You just wonder how this team of Richard Garcia and Lavender will compete together. The last we saw them, they were supposed to be competing against each other. Then a surprise attack took both of them out. Now they find themselves in the same corner.

Aiello: And they are facing off against possibly the best tag team in the division. It's not going to be easy, but they have a shot.

The lights go out in the Arles Amphitheatre as 'Imaginary' by Evanescence begins to play. The lights flash in time to the guitar riff. The song kicks into its first verse as smoke billows from behind the curtains and a spotlight shined down upon the center of the stage. When the chorus kicks in the lights come back on and out walks Lavender. She looks out across the crowd as the crowd erupts into cheer. A smile creeps across her face as she embraces their warm welcome.

Dobrev: And his tag team partner... LAVENDER!

Lavender begins to make her way down to the ring. As Lavender reaches ringside she walks over to the steel steps, walks up them and enters the ring before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and holding her arms up high in the air. Lavender steps down from the turnbuckle and waits next to Garcia for their opponents.

Aiello: Guys, the last time we saw Lavender she was doing the nearly unthinkable.

Amsler: This young Prime superstar went into New York City for the season finale of Friday Night Rampage and defeated the EWC Undisputed Champion, Cyrus Black.

Sydney: It caught so many people by surprise, myself included. How she managed such an upset, I will never know. Lightning would have to strike twice here tonight in order for her to walk away victorious!

Amsler: You need to give Lavender more credit, jackass. Lavender is very talented. She could very well carry their team to victory here tonight.

The lights suddenly drop. Words flash across the screen accompanying Jacoby Shaddix’s vocals and a strobe pulse from the side lights.

We Waste Our Time And Wait In Line

While Nothing Changes

But Nothing Changes

UNTIL THE PEOPLE GET LOUD

The lights flare to life again as ‘Renegade Music’ continues, white pulses and lasers- notably devoid of the once-iconic green and orange- flash along with the words WE FIRST. ALWAYS. NSFW in succession on the MacTron. Mike McGuire and Bishop Church enter to a mixed reaction, the two of them walking in lockstep, affording those wearing their gear or holding NSFW signs along the entry ramp a smile or wave as they approach the ring, seemingly ignoring everyone else.

Dobrev: And their opponents... making their way to the ring... from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... Mike McGuire, Bishop Church... they are NSFW!!!

Mike and Bishop then enter the ring, slipping through the ropes and standing in the center, each with a left fist raised.

Aiello: As we mentioned before, these two are on a different mission these days.

Amsler: I'm not so sure the mission is different, Joe. But their methods sure as hell are.

Aiello: These two compliment each other so well, possibly better than any other tag team in the business today. Whatever happened on the independent circuit prior to returning has changed them. And they seem to be better than ever before.

DING DING DING

Lavender insists on starting this match. Richard looks at her, raises his hands, and takes his position on the ring apron. There is little communication audibly between NSFW. They both watch Lavender and Garcia like hawks and then mutually decide that Church will start. Lavender closes the distance and charges at Church and peppers him with forearms to the chest, knocking him back into the ropes. Lavender uses his momentum to whip him into the other side, Church reverses and as she comes off the other side, he plants her with a shoulder tackle. Very quickly, Bishop tags in Mike. Church then pulls Lavender to her feet, scoops and then slams her. Mike climbs up to the top turnbuckle and drops a knee on Lavender. Right into a quick pin.

One!




Lavender kicks out!

Aiello: NSFW takes advantage of their opponents lack of tag team experience very early on here.

Sydney: Lavender HAD to start this match without consulting with Garcia on a strategy.

Amsler: It’s like this with her, either shit or get off the pot.

Mike slaps Lavender across the face for good measure and then tags Church back in. Lavender is just regaining her balance when Church runs her with a clothesline. Garcia watches on patiently but he has a look of determination on his face as Church drops Lavender with a simple vertical suplex followed by a lateral press!


One!







Tw--





Lavender rolls her shoulder up!

Church transitions right into a front headlock, controlling his opponent on the mat. Lavender raises her hand in the air as Garcia stomps his foot on the mat. The Arles crowd begins to clap and will Lavender to her feet. With an exuberant show of strength, Lavender shoulders Church into a neutral corner. Bishop regains control with a blow to the back. She stumbles back into the middle of the ring. Church goes to the second rope, facing her…

Aiello: Don’t see this too often from the big man!

Church leaps off the top rope with what could be considered a clothesline but Lavender dropkicks right in the midsection!

Amsler: And now we know why!

Sydney: Shut up!

Lavender wastes no time, rolls towards her corner and tags in Richard Garcia! The Phoenix Star catches Bishop off guard with a clothesline of his own. Church is back up and gets a second one for good measure. Slower this time, Garcia catches him with a stunner! The NSFW heavy is still on his feet but the lights look to be off. With a running start, Garcia plants Church with the Wasted Sacrifice!

Aiello: Garcia got all of that diamond cutter!

Immediately, he goes for the cover!


ONE!







TWO!






Mike has no issue with kicking Garcia right in the face with the toe of their boot to break up the cover! Church tries to take advantage by muscling Garcia up and over with a rear waistlock but he gets staggered with an elbow to the side of the head. Richard grabs an arm and drags him over to the corner. Signaling for a tag, he gets it from Lavender but he wants more. He wrenches down on Church’s arm and points at him and then to Lavender, expressing a desire to work double on him. Lavender is hesitant and for the first time in this bout, Garcia gets emotional.

Aiello: These two are not working well together! It may very well cost them!

Sydney: You got a team like NSFW on the ropes and you’re fighting over working together!?

Amsler: It’s just a bump in the road. I think you’re both making a mountain out of a molehill.

Church breaks free and dumps Garcia over the top rope. His back hits hard on the apron. Lavender takes over, spins Church around and then knees her in the midsection! She cinches up both of his arms and goes for the Butterfly Effect but she can’t get Church off his feet. He ducks down and takes her over with a fireman’s carry. Showing his amatuer past, he transitions right into a waistlock, lifting her back, up, and over with a release German Suplex. Lavender’s body folds up like an accordian from the impact. Bishop grabs a leg and drags her to the NSFW corner. Mike is in. They’re up top! Mike dives and hits a nasty top rope headbutt!

Aiello: The Race Driver has put away many teams in NSFW’s tag title reign!

They hook both of Lavender’s legs!!


ONE!!






TWO!!!!





THRE--


Lavender’s foot is on the ropes! Mike slaps the mat in frustration, they drag Lavender into the middle of the ring and covers her again.


ONE!







TWO!!








Lavender kicks out with authority! But Mike isn’t convinced, they get right John Dean’s face bout a supposed three count! But it was a mistake… Lavender rolls Mike up!




ONE!






TWO!!







Mike kicks out and scrambles to their feet and immediately plants Lavender with a Rubbernecker!! Instead of going for the cover, Mike tags in Church!

Aiello: Lavender is showing the tenacity that helped her defeat the Undisputed Champion just last month on the Rampage finale!

Sydney: We’re going to hear about that bullshit forever aren’t we?

Amsler: Why not!? It was a huge win!

Bishop Church pulls down his knee pad, signaling for a definite end to this match. Lavender struggles on her hands and knees as the big man targets her skull for impact. He charges …

And she moves out of the way!

Inadvertently, Church bowls the referee over and knocks him out of the ring under the bottom rope! Church realizes he’s made a huge mistake in this bout. But he doesn’t have time to worry about it as Lavender shoves him into the ropes, Church rebounds off with a lariat but Lavender ducks under and whips him towards the ropes, Church ducks low again and Lavender hits the ropes… Garcia blind tags in but the momentum continues. Lavender is caught with a powerslam, by Church but immediately walks right into Garcia Silencing the Cacophony.

The camera catches a brief shot of Mike dropping off the apron as Garcia looks down at the prone Church … and then to the top rope!

Aiello: Richard Garcia has a stunning array of top rope finishers … but he’s wasting precious time here!

Garcia climbs up top, balancing himself on the top rope. He looks down at the drop zone and jumps off, executing the rarely seen PHOENIX REVOLUTION!

Aiello: Oh my god! That’s gotta be it! That Phoenix splash WAS BREATHTAKING!

Amsler: There’s no damn ref! He’s just coming to but he’s not making the count!!

Sydney: Good!

And as Garcia lays on top of Church and hooks his leg, Mike McGuire is in the ring, baseball bat in hand, and breaks it over the back of his head!

Amsler: Jesus Christ, Mike!

Mike tosses the broken handle of the bat to Lavender who instinctively catches it. John Dean turns around and sees Lavender standing tall over a fallen Church and Garcia. Mike is already on the apron and they yell at Dean.

McGuire: Oh my God… she … just ...she just attacked them both! First, Church, then her own partner!

Dean looks at the splinters of wood all over the mat near the two legal opponents and then at Lavender.

Lavender: Mike’s lying!

McGuire: Shut up, you cheating bitch!

Dean shakes his head and then calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: The winners of this match via disqualification, NSFW!

The crowd doesn’t even hesitate to boo NSFW after these abhorrent actions.

Aiello: That wasn’t the result Garcia or Lavender wanted but here we are. Starting to think that NSFW knew the caliber of the opponent they were facing and weren’t going to play fair. NSFW had made it clear, they aren’t worried about formalities. Right at the most critical moment, Mike ended this match.

Amsler: This is bullshit!

Sydney: I rather liked it.

Mike helps Church to his feet and they raise their hands to celebrate their tainted victory. Lavender pleads her case with Dean, tossing the broken bat to the mat as Garcia just starts to come to.

Aiello: This match came a screeching halt thanks to the actions of Mike McGuire tonight, but I think NSFW have made their statement here tonight, for the whole world to hear. The same can be said of Killjoy Ito and Jordan Sharpe, who both have something to prove tonight as they face off in a Ladder Match for the Indy Championship. We're just moments away from seeing if Killjoy can topple Jordan once and for all, or if the Unlikeliest Hero still has his number!

As the post-match celebration draws to a close, the camera captures a brief overhead view of everything going on. After a moment, we shift over to the front row by the main ring where Bryan Spade is walking through the crowd with a microphone. All around him the crowd is buzzing over the match that just happened and they’re ready for the next one.

Bryan Spade: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and thank you for joining us from your homes if you’re watching. We wanna give a big shout out to the people of Arles, France for having us. We hope they’ve been enjoying it. Let’s see.

Bryan takes a quick second to step over to a group of fans in their seats.

Bryan Spade: How you folks doing? You been enjoying everything this weekend?

The group of friends respond enthusiastically, just throwing up hand gestures and screaming excitedly at the camera. Bryan steps away and continues his walk with an approving smirk.

Bryan Spade: I’ll take that as a yes. Now, as you know not everyone on the roster is booked here but that doesn’t stop some of them from enjoying the action. Take this guy for, instance! What’s up Vince?!

After reaching the ringside area, Bryan takes a knee down beside Vincent Stone of the Friday Night Rampage roster. Obviously not in his gear tonight, he’s kicked back in his seat with jeans, an EWC t-shirt, black unzipped hoodie and a Hatebreed ballcap. Beside him is a young woman a few might recognize as his girlfriend, Maxine Foster. Max is dressed just as casual for the occasion, though adorably, her t-shirt is specifically one of the man sitting right next to her. Upon being approached by Bryan Spade, Vincent Stone finishes a sip from his beer and fist bumps the man.

Vincent Stone: Hey Bryan! How’s it going?

Bryan Spade: I’m pretty good; thanks for asking; and who’s this young lady?

Vincent Stone: This is my girlfriend, Max. Huuuuge wrestling fan.

Maxine Foster: Hiiiii!

Max says sweetly as she gives a little wave to the camera.

Bryan Spade: Max, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Have you been enjoying the festival, so far?

Maxine’s face lights up, giving away just how elated she is to be at something this huge.

Maxine Foster: An entire weekend, my favorite sport, with my favorite guy? It's great, oh my God!

She wraps her arms around one of Vin’s, leaning into him.

Bryan Spade: Now, you’re a huge wrestling fan. Have you ever been to anything like this before, of this caliber?

Maxine Foster: I've been to a ton of wrestling shows, and they're always an absolute blast! But this, wow, they went all out, there really is something for everyone!

Bryan Spade: She’s excited, huh?

Bryan says, turning to Vincent Stone who nods and puts an arm around Maxine’s shoulders as she shifts her arms around his waist.

Bryan Spade: How about you, man? Did you think you’d ever see something like this in your career?

Vince can only shake his head as he looks around, taking everything in again.

Vincent Stone: To be honest? No, I didn’t. However, if anyone was gonna pull something like this off, it’d be the EWC and President Mac. Hopefully this isn’t just a one-time thing. I’d like to see WrestleFest go down like this every year. My friend Morgan said it best, I think; this right here’s like the Ozzfest of professional wrestling. It’s gonna go down in history as one of the biggest wrestling events ever. My only regret is that I didn’t sign a contract earlier. I’d have loved to participate in something like this.

Bryan Spade: Hey, maybe next year, right?

Vincent Stone: Oh, you bet. Definitely! I fully intend on being a part of WrestleFest XVIII.

Bryan Spade looks over his shoulder at the camera with a grin.

Bryan Spade: You heard it, folks! Watch out for this guy!

He turns back to Vince and Max.

Bryan Spade: So, that being said, what are your plans for the future? If you make it onto WrestleFest next year, what do you hope to achieve?

Vincent Stone: Easy. Win a championship if not be already defending one. Mark my words, I fully intend to bust ass like I always do and make people notice me.

Bryan Spade: We’ll definitely be watching. You’re one of the most passionate competitors out there. So what’s been a highlight of the event for you thus far?

Vincent Stone’s in the middle of sipping his beer as Bryan speaks. When he brings his cup down, he smirks.

Vincent Stone: You’re putting me on the spot, now? I mean, it’s hard to pick just one. There’s been great matches, great moments...no, Tommy Love is not one of those moments….

Maxine Foster closes her eyes with a grimace and shudders. Vince laughs and rubs her arm reassuringly, pulling her in more as he speaks.

Vincent Stone: I will say this, I’m scouting. I’m scouting the champions. I’m scouting the challengers. I need to learn the ins and outs of the roster. One of my favorite matches, though, not to take anything away from the rest, was Brett Bosa’s debut. Dude’s got it. He kicked some ass on Day one. I wanna say congrats to the champions both new and still. All due respect, I’ll be coming for one of those titles, eventually. Not sure which one, yet. I’ve got the pick of the litter. Hell, Rampage? Maybe I’ll get the honor of facing Ace King for the U.S strap. Time will tell.

Bryan Spade: Now that’s a bold aspiration if I’ve ever heard one but we never say never here in the EWC. Vince, thanks for chatting with us. Maxine, lovely to meet you. You two enjoy the rest of the event!

Vincent Stone: Later Bryan!

Maxine Foster: Byyyyeee!

Maxine waves to Bryan and the camera before leaning into her boyfriend again as we cut away to the next scene….

The Arles Amphitheater continues to buzz with the same anticipation it’s had the entire weekend. Suddenly, ripping through the core of the building…

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

Aiello: Well, I wasn’t expecting this!

Sydney: I was hoping I wouldn’t see this… The fucking pity party’s coming, and we’re all hostages.

Without waiting for his usual cues from the Motorhead anthem, Ace King walks out onto the stage dressed in all black, still beat up from last night’s match and looking rather uncomfortable in the moment.

Amsler: This is trippy.

Aiello: You’re not kidding, because this is the first time since October 2017 that ‘The Gambler’ has appeared in EWC without a championship to his name.

Sydney: Thank GOD for Saint Scorpio!

Aiello: Saint Scorpio?

Sydney: Yes, he’s a Saint, because JESUS CHRIST, this prick here was insufferable.

The ever-weary Gambler looks to the crowd and sighs, then slowly ambles down to the ring with his head down. He slides in under the bottom rope, but it lacks the usual energy and vibrance; he rests his back against the ropes for a moment before asking for a microphone from ringside as ‘Ace of Spades’ fades out. Ace looks out to the crowd, trying his best to not choke up as the fans come together in unison…

THANK YOU, ACE!

THANK YOU, ACE!

THANK YOU, ACE!

‘The Gambler’ shakes his head dismissively as he raises the microphone to his mouth.

Ace King: Please… I’m not worthy of that…

Nevertheless, the crowd persists in its chanting, even as Ace implores them to calm down.

Ace King: Please, folks... I don’t want to take up too much of your time.

Eventually, the crowd settles down, leaving Ace alone in the ring with the microphone in his hand, slowly pacing back and forth.

Ace King: They say all good things come to an end… But no matter how inevitable that feeling is, there’s no playbook for truly being ready for it to happen.

‘The Gambler’ grabs at his mouth to keep his voice from wavering too much as the crowd does its best to support the former Champion.

Ace King: Last night, something I spent over two years building… Something I spent over two years defending with the honour and integrity it deserved… It all fell in a matter of three seconds at the hands of someone who doesn’t know what either of those things mean. A 777-day reign as the United States Champion, reduced to a fucking corporate Tweet.

The crowd boos heavily, but Ace is unmoved by the sentiment, clearing his throat as he tries to push forward.

Ace King: I’ve gotten good at giving these kinds of speeches over the years, because when it comes to heartbreaking moments at the worst possible times in EWC, there aren’t many who know it better than I do.

The crowd goes silent as ‘The Gambler’ continues his effort to put on a brave face in the ring.

Ace King: Hell, I was just in this situation a few months ago with the Undisputed Championship, vowing that I would keep fighting… But even with failure after failure on my resume, this time feels different, and this actually hurts more than Night of Champions did. You want to know what the United States Championship meant… Sorry, will always mean to me? Losing it felt like part of my soul got ripped out last night. I feel naked and vulnerable, and honestly? It’s still raw almost 24 hours later, and probably will be for a while to come.

Ace continues to fight to keep himself together, though a small selection of fans have started tearing up as they show him their appreciation.

Ace King: I haven’t had the time or, quite frankly, the desire to figure out what went wrong last night… But the one thing I know is I owe each and every one of you an apology for coming up short. Regardless of what anyone tries to say, I let a lot of people down. I offer no excuses, because I threw everything I had at Scorpio, but it just wasn’t enough.

Ace offers an apologetic shoulder shrug as the crowd tries to will him on.

Ace King: As for what’s next? For once in my life, I’m standing here without a concrete answer for you… However, the one thing I can guarantee is that somehow, some way, I WILL keep fighting, because I’ve got some unfinished business to take care of before anyone DARES try and put me out to pasture.

There’s a groundswell of cheers from the Arles audience as they try to lift Ace back up one last time; he finally lifts his head to face them all.

Ace King: In closing, all I can say is thank you for supporting me through thick and thin. I'm not worthy of it, but I'm forever grateful. I’ll see you all in 2020.

With that, ‘Ace of Spades’ fires up again as an exhausted Ace allows the microphone to fall helplessly from his hand.

Aiello: That right there, ladies and gentlemen, is the portrait of a man who’s been through the emotional wringer, the kind of portrait Van Gogh himself couldn’t paint.

Sydney: He should have quit while he was ahead.

Amsler: He basically just told us what we already knew: He can’t give this up.

Aiello: It’s a surreal sight, but I believe Ace King will find his way back someday, even if he doesn’t know it yet himself.

As the crowd applauds the former United States Champion, the cracks in his expression begin to come through as Ace leaves the ring and backs up the entrance ramp, waving at everyone. As he gets to the stage itself, his King’s Court team members come out to show their support; he falters as he sees them, and they help him backstage and out of sight.

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INDY CHAMPIONSHIP
Ladder Match
Killjoy Ito Vs Jordan Sharpe

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Aiello: Up next we have the latest chapter in a war between two of the top stars of the Prime brand, as Jordan Sharpe defends the Indy Championship against Killjoy Ito in a Ladder Match!

Sydney: I gotta say, it will be nice to see Killjoy stomp all over that Tide-promoting idiot Sharpe, climb the ladder, and take back what's rightfully his!

Amsler: Jordan Sharpe has shown a lot of grit in winning and holding onto the Indy Championship, but can he overcome Ito on the biggest stage of them all?

Dobrev: The following match is a Ladder Match! Joining us first, accompanied to the ring by Tommy Love and hailing from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 235 pounds ... KILLJOY ITO!

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

Dobrev: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds ... JORDAN FREAKING SHARPE!

Jordan Sharpe comes out, wearing the Indy Championship around his waist over the newest JFS Officially Licensed T-Shirt. He heads down the ramp with gusto, with plenty of merch to pass out for the fans whether it be hats, shirts, tumblers, pop sockets. He hands them out to any kids, neckbeards or blonde girls that are almost always definitely over the age of 18. As he makes it to the ring, the fans chant 'NO!' after each 'You ain't ready' in his entrance music as he poses on the turnbuckle with the championship held high.

DING DING DING

The bell rings and both men immediately go at it, exchanging lefts and rights in the hopes of getting an early advantage. Sharpe looks to send Ito to the corner but is whipped there instead by Killjoy, who continues the assault with some heavy hands before stomping the midsection of the champ, forcing Sharpe to drop down to the bottom turnbuckle. Ito takes a couple steps back before launching himself at Sharpe, hitting a nasty dropkick to the chest! Sharpe manages to roll out of the ring to take a breather, but Killjoy refuses to let up as he exits the other side to grab a ladder!

The number one contender has some bad intentions and a wicked smirk on his face with Love giving him instruction as Killjoy walks toward Sharpe, who is finally back on his feet just as Ito charges at him, laying the champ out with the ladder! At the behest of the Memphis Mouthpiece, Killjoy slams the ladder into the back of Sharpe repeatedly before sliding the ladder into the ring. Ito picks the champ up, sending him into the steel steps for even more damage before finally deciding to head into the ring. The ref goes to check on Sharpe as Killjoy picks the ladder up, setting it up in the middle of the ring!

Aiello: Oh man, it looks like Killjoy is ready to put this match to bed early!

Sydney: My boy's got this one in the bag, Joe!

Amsler: Wait a minute, Jordan's getting back to his feet!

Sure enough, Sharpe is back up as he slides into the ring, just as Killjoy takes a step on the ladder. Ito drops down as the two start brawling again, and the ladder falls to the side as a result. They pay no mind as they continue to lay into each other, and Ito gets the upper hand with some hard kicks on the champ. Tommy Love watches on with glee as Killjoy picks Sharpe up, lifting him for a suplex that he turns into a neckbreaker over his knee. With the champ down once again, Ito turns his attention back to the ladder, picking it up before slamming it into the midsection of Sharpe!

The champ falls to a knee as Killjoy stays on the attack, nailing Sharpe in the back with the ladder. Satisfied with the damage done, Killjoy starts to set the ladder back up and begins his climb to the top! Sharpe gets to his feet and limps over to Ito and grabs a foot before ripping Ito down and smashing him in the back of the head with a lariat! Ito's face smashes into the ladder and he's busted open! 

Aiello: And now blood as entered the fold!

Sydney: This is going to get ugly fast.

Amsler: I'd say it already has. 

Ito stumbles about the ring while the blood leaks into his eyes, Sharpe steps into him and blasts him with another lariat. Sharpe hits the ropes and rebounds at Ito, but Ito leaps into a dropkick. Ito is quick to his feet and begins to ground and pound Sharpe but Sharpe rolls Ito over and begins to rain elbow strikes on his head. Sharpe gets to his feet and drops a knee right between Ito's eyes. Sharpe begins his climb up the ladder. He's at the top and has his hands on the ladder when Ito pushes it over! Sharpe crashes out of the ring to the padded concrete outside. The ladder hits the ropes and bounces back to hit Ito in the face and take him out. Both men are down, the crowd is going wild! 

Ito gets up to his feet after a few seconds, but Sharpe is down on the outside. Ito rolls out and drags Sharpe up before sending him backwards into the barricade. Sharpe explodes out and lifts Ito into a spinebuster and snaps him down right on the edge of the apron! Ito wears a mask of blood and agony. Sharpe mains waist control and he spins Ito around into another spinebuster, this one to the floor. Both men are down. 

Aiello: This match has broken down and now both men are trying to get the advantage. 

Sydney: And neither man is able to get said advantage, they've beat the hell out of each other!

Amsler: They have indeed. 

Ito and Sharpe pull each other up to their knees and begin to trade blows back and forth, neither man able to give in their all. Ito bitch slaps Sharpe and yells in his face. They both get to their feet and begin to trade blows with more impact. Tommy Love rushes Sharpe and smashes Sharpe in the back with the love stick! Sharpe falls forward and catches a quick Kettei-da to the face! The impact of the knee sends Sharpe stumbling backwards where he trips over his own feet and hits the ground. Tommy screams at Ito to climb, CLIMB! Ito rolls into the ring and sets up the ladder. Ito wipes blood from his eyes and begins his climb! 

Aiello: Ito has it! Ito is going to be the ne...

Sharpe is up, and rips the Love Stick from Tommy! Sharpe shoves Tommy back and throws the Love Stick at Ito, catching him in the temple, Ito falls from the ladder and crashes to the canvas! Sharpe rolls into the ring. Ito is up and stumbling. Sharpe lunges and smashes his palm right into Ito's face with The BFPT! Ito falls backwards through the ropes. Sharpe exits the ring and drags Ito up before locking on a Full Nelson! Sharpe looks Tommy Love directly in the eyes while he falls forward and plants Ito's face onto the padded concrete. It's The Sharpeknife! Sharpe stumbles to his feet and enters the ring. He sets up the ladder and begins his slow climb to the top, and finally reclaims his title. 

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner and STILL EWC Indy Champion, via climbing the ladder... JORDAN FREAKING SHARPE!

Sharpe holds his title close to his chest and falls backwards off the ladder, crashing to the canvas and holding his title close. Medical staff check on him and Ito, Tommy Love is throwing a fit about how Sharpe cheated and used an illegal tennis racket. Sharpe smiles in the ring while looking up at the roof. Camera cuts over to the commentary team. 

Aiello: A HELL of a war there sees Jordan Sharpe retain his Indy Championship. 

Sydney: Honestly that one could have gone either way, but in the end Sharpe retained his title while sending a clear message to Tommy Love.

Amsler: A message the ENTIRE PRIME locker-room is sure to have picked up. 

Aiello: Don't you change that channel. In just a few we'll have Stitches defending his FSW Championship against Candy! 

Camera cuts to ...

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The cameras open up somewhere within the Arles Amphitheatre where Vanessa is pacing around, examining and polishing at Melody’s crown as she speaks up.

Vanessa: The music is ready, the pyro is all set.. Entrance is cleared and ready to go off without a hitch. Your crown is looking stunning tonight. Absolutely fit for the Queen of the entire EWC. I think some of those drunk guys from Saturday night might actually think you’re a French monarch. Might as well milk that for all its worth before we head back to the States later this week. Who knows, might be able to get an upgraded crown out of it.

She chuckles, setting down the crown on a small vanity table before she continues.

Vanessa: Just think about it. The eve of the biggest night of your life, you’re riding the hottest streak in all of the EWC. You did the unthinkable. You beat the unbeatable. Mel, you started the beginning of the end of that incredible run you know? By putting the first weakness in the armor of Ace King for Scorpio to extort - maybe Scorp should send you a pair of custom Louboutins as a thank you gift.

Vanessa chuckles but stops pacing and looks at Melody Malone, who sits in silence as she stares at the crown on the vanity.

Vanessa: Are you listening to me?

Again, the Queen of the EWC doesn’t speak. Her eyes are transfixed on the crown, but her gaze is tainted. Sadness and nervousness are clearly etched on her face before Vanessa kneels down in front of her. She takes both of Melody’s hands from her lap, holding them tightly before she changes her approach.

Vanessa: Look at me. You hired me to get you to this spot right here. You wanted this. I know you’re nervous, but don’t you DARE… bitch out on it now. You didn’t get through people like Cletus Franklin and Brenna Gordon, goading you about your name to your face, to back out now. You didn’t get through guys like Kendrick Kross and Stitches trying to drag you down, pulling you through the mud and calling your title as Queen into question, just so you could back down from this opportunity. You didn’t go through Scorpio and Ace King, just so you could shrink away from the Undisputed championship.

She shakes Melody’s hands and Malone finally breaks her gaze off of the crown and meets Vanessa’s eyes.

Vanessa: Do you want to leave here tonight as Melody Malone? Or do you want them to remember you as Emily Lazarus?

The question seems to catch Melody’s attention, and she visibly clenches her jaw but still says nothing. Vanessa smooths back a lock of hair from Melody’s face and speaks softly.

Vanessa: I know it’s going to be hard… but you have to block it out. You can’t lose focus now. You’ve worked too long and too hard to get to this spot. You earned this chance, and you can’t afford to throw it away out there. I know what he means to you, alright? But if you love him? You’re going to go out there, and you’re going to give him the best version of you possible. And that’s Melody. Not Emily. You have to go out there, put on your crown, and give him the fight of his life.

Melody nods silently as Vanessa plucks the crown back up from the vanity table and places it gingerly atop her head with a satisfied smile.

Vanessa: Chin up, your majesty, or else the crown slips.

She tilts her chin up, eyes filled with pain and fire before the camera fades back ringside.

The camera takes another panoramic shot of the entire Arles Amphitheatre .. we see thousands of fans all over .. taking part in various activities .. watching live music .. going on rides .. and then we are brought down to the Dunk Tank where Victor Price is ready to take part in the festivities

Price: Alright everyone .. nice to see a big crowd here .. I am looking forward to seeing which one of you noodle arms can summon enough power to dunk the almighty Price

Price takes off his sweater and readies himself on the dunk tank seat .. he dips his feet in and yells out "It's a little on the cold side" and the crowd laughs with him

Price: So who has first .. lets do this

Voice: That'd be me

A voice is heard from the large crowd .. as they begin to separate Price is bobbing his head around trying to see who it is that's coming up first .. and to his surprise it's ..

President Mac lowers his sunglasses and smirks over at Price .. Price chuckles to himself in disbelief .. Mac picks up a ball .. throws it up and down with his right hand a few times .. winds up and

DING!

Down goes Price as the crowd cheers .. Price pops up out of the water and pulls himself up and back onto the seat as it resets .. Price wipes the water off his face with the towel

Price: Ok ok Mac .. you had your fun .. now who has next?

Mac smiles and slams down a wad of cash ..

Mac: Oh .. I paid for the whole hour ..



The scene fades as Mac winds up for his second throw ..

DING!

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FSW CHAMPIONSHIP
Candy Vs Stitches

We return to ringside where the stage is being set up for the next fight. The clean-up mainly consists of getting rid of stray pieces of confetti from the Indy Championship Match between Killjoy Ito and Jordan Sharpe. Even still, the ring needs some working on, even if in light amounts.

Aiello: Welcome back, everyone! Tonight may be our last night of WrestleFest, but we're gonna make it all a night no one will easily forget anytime soon!

Sydney: And what better way to showcase some of our best talents by reserving the FSW Championship fight for tonight?

Amsler: Hell to the yeah! I am absolutely pumped for this match! Candy versus Stitches! This will be an epic fray to watch tonight!

Aiello: Candy certainly has seemed to up her game ever since switching to FSW. Let's see if she can best Stitches and walk away with gold in her hands tonight.

Dobrev: The following match is for one fall, and is for the FSW Championship! Joining us first, from Candyland, please welcome...'The Sweet Treat'... CAAAAAANDYYYYYY!

Just as "I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter starts to play throughout the arena, fans immediately start to cheer as Candy emerges from the back all smiles as she does a little dance at the top of the stage.

After her name is announced, Candy begins skipping her way down the aisle as she tags the outstretched hands along the way. She circles half the ring before climbing up on the apron. As she takes a seat on it, Candy blows a kiss into the crowd. She then lays back and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Once she's on her feet again, Candy taunts the crowd until her music subsides.

Dobrev: And her opponent, from The Carnival Of Shattered Dreams, weighing in at 260 pounds ... STITCHES!

'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat drops at around the thirty seven second mark the curtains are brushed to the side, smoke spewing out from behind the curtains, and out walks Stitches. A wide, red-painted Chelsea-esque grin is across the face of Stitches as he stares out at the crowd of people before him.

Stitches methodically makes his way down the ramp, staring down the crowd members who dare lean too far over the crowd barricade. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he stops and once again looks out at the crowd of people before him. Stitches approaches the nearby steel stairs, climbs up onto the apron and begins walking the edge of the apron like a tight rope before reaching the nearby ring post. Stitches climbs up onto the second rope and throws his arms out wide for the crowd to embrace him. As expected, the crowd does not embrace a sinister-looking clown.

Stitches hops down from the rope and enters into the ring before approaching the nearby corner of the ring. Stitches turns around, facing the center of the ring and sits down in the corner of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring.

DING DING DING

Despite the match having barely started, the audience is already going wild for this match. They're loudly cheering, eager and filled with anticipation of what they can expect to see from these two wrestlers.

Thankfully, they don't have to wait too long to see what will happen.

Stitches is the first to make a move. He runs forward, lifts her up, and starts to throw her down with a Sidewalk Slam. Before he can fall atop the mat, however, Candy thrusts an elbow against Stitches' ribs. It breaks his focus long enough to make his grip loosen.

Candy slips away from the Clown Prince and takes him down with a Snap Suplex, using every ounce of her strength possible to do so!

If the crowd hadn't been going wild before, it sounds like they're going borderline insane!

Stitches glares a hole at Candy as he quickly recovers, standing and towering over the FSW Championship challenger. But Candy doesn't move away! She stands her ground, and amazingly, returns the stare with one of her own!

Aiello: As if this match wasn't intense enough ... wow.

Sydney: And to think, this match has only begun. The real war is about to begin soon enough.

Amsler: Damn straight it is! And not just because this is for a Championship! These are two of FSW's best! And by God, they will deliver all of us the sight of our lives! No doubts about that!

The staring contest that had been going on finally ends as Stitches snarls and yanks Candy by the arm. He throws her into the nearest sets of ropes. She starts to rebound back towards him. He smirks, clearly having intended to catch her. But she has plans of her own it seems!

He starts to lift her up, appearing to be going for a Powerbomb, but NO! Candy counters with a Sunset Flip!

Stitches frowns as he takes Candy down with a very up-close Lethal Lariat (Clothesline From Hell), damn well nearly taking her head off in the process! He then goes for an early cover, but barely keeps her down long enough to get a two count.

Stitches clicks his tongue in annoyance. Yet despite this, a sadistic smirk adorns his face as he grips a handful of Candy's hair and begins forcing her to stand up. When Candy is set back on her feet, he pulls her violently down, thrusting Candy into a Backbreaker upon his kneecaps!

Candy howls in pain, arching her back as Stitches finally allows her to plop down on the canvas. Stitches slowly circles around her, like a shark would do to its prey, as he contemplates what move to make next.

All the while, a mix of boos and cheers is loudly roaring throughout the audience as the fight continues.

Aiello: This may not be the main event for WrestleFest, but it easily has potential for Match of the Year!

Sydney: Every match we've seen has that possibility, I think.

Amsler: Be that as it may, I can see where Aiello is coming from. There is a lot of history and bad blood between Candy and Stitches. There aren't many other matches where the opponents have had this sort of background between the wrestlers, and even then? It's hard to say if it's on this exact same sorta level or not.

Aiello: Shh, quiet! They're moving again!

Candy has very steadily, but surely, crawled back against one of the corners. Stitches smirks, believing she's trying to run away from him. He starts sauntering towards her, gradually closing the distance between them.

Before he can get up in Candy's face, though, she runs forward! CCR (Sit-out Jawbreaker)!

All of the audience plus Stitches look legitimately stunned as the Crown Prince slumps to the floor!

Candy goes for her own cover attempt, but also only gets a two count as Stitches violently pushes her off of him!

Stitches is swift to get up to his feet, but not fast enough to avoid Candy as she lunges forward and tackles him with a Spear! Stitches finally looks like he's ready to end Candy as he rolls over, forcing Candy onto her stomach. He starts locking The Carnival Pretzel (Death Star Choke) in, and Candy is fighting like her life depends on it! She is squirming and struggling to keep herself from being caught in the hold.

Candy is literally doing any and everything she can think of. Tossing her forearms back. Trying to kick, even if from an awkward angle. But it is not looking good and, after enduring some more assaults from Candy, Stitches locks his finisher move in!

The referee kneels down and asks Candy if she wants to give up. She screams out "Hell no!", but is clearly in a world of pain.

Luckily, The Carnival Pretzel has it so Stitches is holding solely onto Candy's legs. On the flip side? Her arms can't reach. She's almost completely in the center, with the nearest set of ropes constantly teasing her fingertips. Candy screams in frustration, still refusing to tap or give up!

Aiello: Dear god, this is becoming difficult to watch. Is Candy going to be able to move after this?

Sydney: That honestly might be part of Stitches' plan. To make her too unstable to stand up.

Amsler: Cunning son of a bitch! Hang in there, Candy!

Candy's struggles begin to slow, and her face starts to lose color. Stitches finally gets off of Candy, and the referee lifts her arm up. It falls to the ground once ... twice.

Before it can fall the third time, it shakily stops in midair, causing the crowd to madly pop.

Stitches merely scoffs, but also smirks, seeming amused at Candy's determination and adamant attitude. He lifts Candy up, only to slam her right back down with a Samoan Drop! Stitches then proceeds to shove Candy against the ropes, assuming she can't stand properly just as the commentators wondered.

But once again, Candy proves Stitches wrong, as she counters with a Handspring Elbow, albeit somewhat shaky! But it's not so bad that her mark misses, and results in both Stitches and Candy laying on the canvas.

Candy rolls off of the Clown Prince and crawls towards the corner, her body still trembling from the pain she felt while stuck in The Carnival Pretzel move. Stitches is starting to stir while Candy climbs cautiously up the ropes, going for the top turnbuckle.

Aiello: I think I know what she's going for, but will it be enough to keep Stitches down?!

Sydney: I think we're about to find out soon enough!

Amsler: Hang onto your hats and seats, ladies and gentlemen! Don't blink, either!

And it is exactly what one could have guessed to see! Sugar High (450 Splash)! The audience is staring up a "CANDY!" chant, knowing she's still very hurt and sore. The morale from the audience seems to help her out as she manages to reach down and hook one of Stitches' legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-- NO! KICKOUT NEAR THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!

Candy's head bows as she looks visibly frustrated. Stitches takes advantage of this plus knowing she's still reeling in pain, rolls out from under her, and stands back up. Beautiful Disasterpiece (Bicycle Kick) to the side of Candy's head!

She slumps down onto the mat as Stitches goes for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner and STILL FSW CHAMPION, via pinfall STITCHES!

Candy looks disheartened. Her hands cover her face as she shakes her head in disappointment at herself. Stitches almost snatches the FSW Championship out of the referee's hands and stands proudly in the ring. Boos roar from the audience, but he does not care. He keeps the strap held in front of him, sneaking downward glances to Candy every now and again, only to chuckle at her prone, barely conscious figure.

Aiello: What a night!

Sydney: And a hell of fight we just watched!

Amsler: Candy may not have secured the W tonight, but she will find her moment to shine. It's a matter of when, not if. Tonight just wasn't her night. Nothing more, but certainly nothing less.

Aiello: And you'd better believe she'll pick herself back up and go after it again in the new year. Despite the many battles we've seen these two have as of late, I have a feeling this is far from over. For now, Stitches can take pride in knowing he's FINALLY defeated Candy, and scored his first win at WrestleFest!

Camera cuts to ...

As the curtains are drawn back the carnival clown steps through, sweat dripping from his brow, his face paint running and barely visible anymore, but most importantly of all, the FSW Championship still resting over his right shoulder. Stitches wipes the corner of his mouth, smearing the red face paint coming from the corner of his lips, before passing right through the gorilla position as he heads backstage.

Stitches: I told you all, didn't I tell you all this was going to be the end result? For the longest time now Candy has had my number but it was about damn time those numbers changed in my favour. She stepped out into that ring tonight with that little twinkle in her eye that she always has, ever-so confident that she was going to walk out a champion once again. But as the rest of the year has dictated, Candy failed to deliver when it counted the most. That has been indicative of her entire year; watching as her kingdom crumbles to the ground just that little more. All it took was for me to demolish a few of the remaining pieces, throw salt on the ground so nothing will grow in its place and watch as she came to the realisation that the kingdom she once ruled over is nothing more than a pile of rubble and debris.

Stitches: This story is over, for now, because I guarantee you she will come crawling back for more sooner enough. I did as I said I was going to do; I killed two birds with one stone. I ended the streak Candy had hovering over my head and I ended the abysmal streak I had at WrestleFest. What better place to do it than at the biggest, most extravagant variation of that event? And now the carnival clown moves into the new year, still your FSW Champion, ready to conquer and destroy anyone else who dares to interrupt my reign of terror. Robbie Rayder had the audacity to interfere at Uprising - albeit it for a brief moment - and I took the championship right back from his grubby hands. As I proved out there tonight, this FSW Championship will be remaining over my shoulder for the foreseeable future.

With that final statement, Stitches walks off with a chuckle as we hear a bit of a commotion back at...

We now join President Mac as he stands in the middle of the ring waiting to address the fans

Mac: Ladies and Gentlemen .. this is it

Mac pauses as the crowd erupts in cheers

Mac: Our last show of the season .. our last match of the decade ..

Mac pauses again as the cheers and chants get louder

Mac: It has been an incredible season, and we just pulled off .. without a doubt .. the largest event in the history of Wrestling

EWC

EWC

EWC

EWC

Mac: I am grateful to everyone in that locker-room who contributed to not just a hugely successful season but for being a part of such a special event in our history. People will be talking about that time the EWC started a new trend .. a four day Wrestling Festival .. the likes the world has never seen before .. and not only did they start it .. they killed it

EWC

EWC

EWC

Mac: It's because of you .. all of you here in France .. all of you watching from home, from bars, theaters, pubs, wherever you are watching .. streaming .. this is all because of you and this is all for you.

Mac pauses again

Mac: To the crew behind the scenes .. I love you .. this was made possible because of you .. I am nothing .. we are nothing .. without your support and hard-work. All four of our GM's who worked tirelessly to make this event possible .. to all those with matches .. to all those who showed up here and put in some face time .. I love you and thank you all

Mac claps along with the crowd

Mac: And so now I leave you .. as we setup for the Main Event of the entire Festival .. I leave you with this final thing .. we WILL be doing this again in 2020! Good night everyone

The fans erupt in cheers at that announcement and chant EWC as Mac heads back up the ramp as we prepare for the Main Event .. the camera fades as we go backstage one final time

The camera cuts to the backstage area where Cyrus Black is standing in his full ring gear. He looks toward the curtains in front of him and starts to speak.

Black: So this is it. My final hoorah of 2019. Soon I’ll be walking through those curtains and defending my Undisputed title in the main event of Wrestlefest. Perhaps for the last time.

The roar of the Arles crowd can be heard in the background.

Black: Twelve months ago I was nowhere and now look at me. This year has been a rollercoaster for me but now I wanna reflect and instead of talking shit, for once I wanna say thank you. So here goes...

Theres a calmness in his voice as he talks.

Black: To Dominic Sanders for teaching me how to be more ruthless inside that ring and to Ace King for pushing me to my limits and making me a better wrestler because of it... I’ve had some of my greatest matches ever against both of you... you two were the top dogs when I walked back into the EWC and to me, you still are. So thank you.

Black lets out a laugh as he starts to reminisce.

Black: Thank you to Kyle Gautier and D.O.G for putting up with me on the road for all those months and giving me a European tour that I’ll never forget. You guys are my best friends. Kiltbros for life. And thanks to Kyle for helping me put some muscle on these chicken legs of mine.

Black pauses and takes a deep breath.

Black: Thank you to Lavender and Scorpio because my losses against both of you have been a learning experience. You both taught me a few lessons in that ring that I’ll never forget.

Someone in the background can be heard saying “five minutes till the main event.”

Black: Iggy Swango, Gabrielle Visconty and Samantha Hamilton, my battles with you three over the last nine months for the International title have been truly special. Just like Lavender and Scorpio, you guys also taught me some lessons in that ring and for that I am forever grateful. You are the future of the EWC, don’t ever stop being you.

Black turns toward to the camera and nods his head.

Black: Thank you to all the champions in the insanity cage match and to all other superstars I’ve fought this year, theres too many to mention but you’ve all played a part in my story and I’ll never forget it.

He can barely gets the words out, as he speaks with a lump in his throat.

Black: And finally, to Melody Malone. Man... what can i say that hasn’t already been said about you? You’re my everything and for the first time in a long time the realization that this might be the end of the road for us is setting in. So before it’s all gone I want you to know that I am honored to be sharing the ring and the main event with you. You will always be my partner. Thank you for taking this journey with me.

Black bends down and picks both the Undisputed and International titles up, placing them over his shoulders.

Black: So that’s that. Let’s see what the future holds... and if this is the end then by god, lets make it one that’s talked about for years to come.

Black glances at the Undisputed championship and smiles.

Black: Let’s write our name in history baby.

And with that he walks out of shot of the camera.

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EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP
Melody Malone
Vs Cyrus Black

Aiello: Ok folks.. take a deep breath! It’s been a loooooonnnngggg four days! We have broken records, we have seen multiple match of the year contenders and the action has been off the charts but now it’s time our main event of Wrestlefest! The last match is on its way and it is for the new look Undisputed championship. This one is personal but not for the reasons that you may think! We’ve seen some of the most hate fueled feuds in our time here in the EWC but I don’t know if we’ve ever had an affair of the heart like the one we are about to see right now! Let’s take you back to where this all begin for our lovebirds Cyrus Black and Melody Malone... they have been on quite the journey!

The lights in the arena darken as “All My Life” by clement marfo & the frontline starts to play over the PA system and a video package highlighting Cyrus Black and Melody Malone’s journey to Wrestlefest begins.

The Journey to Wrestlefest

Clips of Cyrus Black and Melody Malone making there debuts in 2017 and 2018 play over the big screen. Then it shows an article that Cyrus Black has left the EWC in October 2017. Next up we see Melody Malone winning the FSW championship from Robina Hood on uprising in January of this year. Cyrus Black making his return to the EWC in March and then winning the International championship on Brawl in April.

Then it cuts to a clip of Cyrus and Melody’s first interaction inside an EWC ring at FSW show in August where Cyrus accidentally kicks Melody in the back of the head. Then we see pictures of them at a Prime viewing party a week later conversing.


The picture cuts to Night of Champions XVI where we see Cyrus win the insanity cage match and the Undisputed championship.

Then we cut to Halifax, Nova Scotia days later where pictures appear of Cyrus and Melody leaving and entering the Lord Nelson hotel. Then pictures of them in restaurants together and holding hands in various different locations appear on the screen.

Then we see clips of Melody Malone winning the 2019 EWC Rumble XVI event and a picture of Cyrus at the announce table looking on.

We then see clips of Melody Malone rushing to Cyrus’s aid after he is attacked by Scorpio twice, on Brawl and Rampage then finally we see the aftermath of the Rampage finale with Melody helping Cyrus up in the ring before President Mac unveils the new look EWC Undisputed championship.



The final shot is of Melody and Cyrus both holding onto the Undisputed title as they look at each other.

The video package ends and the camera cuts to the announce team.

Sydney: That was just nauseating to watch! I can’t believe we have to round off a great weekend of wrestling by watching these two pretend to hurt each other in a ring! Instead of blood we get to see kissy faces. I’ve seen the t-shirts and the hashtags! Wrestlefest has now morphed into Lovefest! These fans didn’t pay good money see a discount Ross and Rachel pretend to be on a break while rolling around a ring together!!!

Aiello: Cid I’m going to just ignore your ludicrous comments. The fact is ladies and gentlemen, Cyrus Black and Melody Malone have came from nowhere to end the year as the main event of Wrestlefest and its because of there hard work and determination inside that ring. The fact that they are also in a relationship together just adds extra spice to this story. I don’t know what’s going to happen here but I’m all in for this fight!

Amsler: I’m with with you Joe! Will these two be able to put there feelings aside tonight or will one of them crumble before our very eyes? What’s more powerful than hate... I’ll tell you what.... love! And love is going to rip these two apart tonight inside that ring mark my words.

Aiello: I’m getting word that the Queen of the EWC, the 2019 rumble winner Melody Malone is on her way out to the ring!

The camera cuts to the backstage area and a cheer erupts from around the Arles Amphitheatre as Melody Malone walks through the backstage area towards the stage.

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

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

As the chorus hits, a bright flash of pyro explodes from the base of the Mac Tron and Melody Malone stands on the stage, flanked by her manager Vanessa. Melody stands with a crown atop her head as a spotlight follows them down to the ring.

Dobrev: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP... Making her way to the ring, accompanied by Vanessa … she is the QUEEN of EWC… MELODY MALONE!

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

Vanessa climbs the stairs first, holding the ropes open as Melody follows and steps through with her chin held up to keep the crown atop her head. She gives the crowd a sarcastic smile as they boo, and she gingerly removes the crown from her head and hands it off to Vanessa as she exits.

You should see me in a crown
Your silence is my favorite sound
Watch me make 'em bow
One by one by one
One by one by one

The lights come back up to full brightness, and Melody has her gloves tugged into place as she rakes her hair back and prepares for her opponent.

Dobrev: And her opponent, from Carson City, Nevada... weighing in at 230 pounds ... He is the EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION... THE CARSON CITY KID... CYRUSSSS BLACKKKK!!!!!

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

"Life is a mystery..."

The silhouette of a man moves into the spotlight, arms raised to his side with his back to the ramp as the crowd start to clap along.

"And it feels like home..."

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

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

Cyrus starts clapping as he merrily skips from one side of the entrance ramp to the other, looking out at the sea of fans, goading them to clap along with him. Cyrus makes his way down the entrance ramp with the Undisputed championship over his shoulder as he engages with fans along the way, dishing out high fives and hugs as he jives his way to the ring.

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

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

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

Cyrus casually leans against the ropes, with a cheesy grin on his face.

DING DING DING

Black and Malone slowly approach each other at the center of the ring and after a moment of hesitation from both they lock up. Malone spins around to Black’s back and she hits a drop kick causing him to stumble forward and bounce off of the ropes. As Cyrus turns and runs back towards her she goes for a clothesline but Cyrus rolls underneath her and he comes up behind Malone this time but instead of taking advantage of the position he is in, he backs away to the corner giving Malone time to turn around.

Malone stares at Black for a moment, clearly wondering why he backed away. After shooting him a look, Malone comes at Black again, after a short run she jumps and catches him across the face with a running Enziguri. Black falls to the mat at the corner turnbuckle as Malone leaps onto the turnbuckle and twists back, landing on Black with a Split legged corner moonsault. Malone goes for the pin...
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TWO...Black gets a shoulder up and then suddenly he wraps his legs around Malones body and then his arms around her neck as he locks in a Guillotine chokehold. Malone struggles to overpower Black. The ref is on his knees checking on Malone and it seems like she’s gasping for air. Black suddenly lets go out the chokehold, gets to his feet and backs away to the corner again. The ref seems surprised that he let go of submission and Malone seems equally as surprised as she catches her breath on the floor.

Aiello: What is going on? That’s twice now that Cyrus Black has backed off of Melody Malone when he was in control.

Sydney: I’ll tell you what’s going on.. Cyrus Black has shit the bed! He’s froze! I knew this would happen!

Amsler: Maybe he’s having trouble getting to grips with the idea of having to put his hands on his women!

Sydney: Cry me a river! Someone pour Cryus a cranberry juice and get him out of that ring.

Malone gets to her feet and approaches Black. She raises her arms in the air as Black shakes his head and shrugs. Malone is starting to get more animated as she points over to the Undisputed championship that’s over at the time keepers area and then back at Black who just lowers his head. Malone suddenly pushes Black in the chest hard causing him to stumble back but he doesn’t come at her. Malone moves towards Black again and shoves him in the chest even harder. She can be heard shouting “FUC*IN HIT ME” at him.

Malone tries to shove Black again but he catches her arms this time, after an intense stareoff between the two Black spins Malone around and locks his arms around her waist, lifting her up, he throws her back for a release German suplex. Malone holds her back as she gets to her knees but Black is already rushing towards her, and he hits a Shining Wizard on her. Black makes the pin...
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TWO
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THRE...Malone gets a shoulder up!

Black picks Malone off of her feet but as he does she smashes him with a sweet uppercut. Black stumbles back slightly but regains his composure and comes back at Malone with a hard forearm strike across her face which causes her to stumble back. Malone pounces forward and the two grab a hold of each other’s heads as they trade off with rapid punches to the face which has the fans on there feet.

Amsler: Now we’ve got a fight on our hands!

Black whips Malone off of the ropes as she comes back at him he back body drops her high into the high but amazingly she athletically lands on her feet behind him. Black runs off of the ropes and back towards Malone, lunging forward with a bicycle kick but Malone drops down on her knee and dodges the kick, as she does she grab Blacks leg and sweeps him off of his feet. Malone kips up to her feet and jumps in the air, landing on Black’s throat with a diving stomp!

Sydney: Not everyday that you get to crush your boyfriends trachea on live T.V! You go girl.

Malone stares down at Black for a moment who looks like he’s struggling to breath before she climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Black, however, has managed to push himself back to his feet and he makes a beeline for the turnbuckle, as Malone turns to position herself on the top she looks up to see Black springing towards her, he hooks his arms around her waist and throws her backwards off the top with a belly to belly suplex! Both competitors are laying flat on there backs, Malone looks stunned and Blacks still holding his throat from the earlier stomp but he manages to turn and throw an arm across her chest for a pin...
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ONE
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TWO....Malone gets a shoulder up!

Aiello: These two are going at it now after an initial hesitant start!

Amsler: When the Undisputed championship is on the line you can’t hold anything back!

Black pushes himself to his feet and leans against the ring ropes, his throat is red raw. Malone is on her knees and then she gets onto her feet soon after, and she suddenly breaks into a sprint, throwing herself at Black they two end up tumbling straight over the top rope but both manage to hang onto the ropes and they land on the ring apron.

Malone uses the ring ropes for leverage as she jumps up and kicks Black in the head causing him to fall off of the ring apron and onto outside floor. Malone climbs back into the ring, then she sprints off of the opposite ring ropes and back towards Black on the outside, she hits a suicide dive through the middle ropes but at the same time Black jumps up and catches Malone in the head with a bicycle kick in mid-air! Malone lands hard on the outside floor.

Aiello: Oh my god I think Melody Malone is out of it! Do you hear Cyrus’s boot connect with her skull?

Sydney: I guess its true what they say, all is fair in love and war.

Black picks Malone up and whips her hard into the steel steps, her back cracking against the hard surface. Black then takes a run towards Malone as she rests against the steps, he throws a knee at her but she manages to dive out of the way at the last second. Black also manages to stop himself before he crashes into the steps but Malone is back on her feet already and using the ring apron as leverage she grabs onto Blacks head and drops him onto the steel steps with a tornado DDT.

The ref is up to a six count as Malone rolls into the ring. Black looks stunned as he pushes himself to his feet just in time to see Malone throw herself through the middle ropes at him again with another suicide dive attempt and this time she catches him. Black goes flying onto the French announce table. Malone follows him onto the announce table and the two end up trading blows as they both stand to there feet. Black hits Malone with a strong forearm smash, then he tries to lift her up but she catches him with a knee to the stomach. Black lets go of Malone giving her time to grab a hold of his head, and she drives himself straight through the announce table with her spike DDT finisher she calls Nightmare Fuel! The fans are on there feet and going crazy as Malone and Black lay in amongst the wreckage of the announce table.

HOLY SH*T...

HOLY SH*T...

HOLY SH*T...

Aiello: Holy crap indeed! Melody Malone just sent the champ crashing through the French announce table beside us.

Sydney: That’s very disrespectful to our hosts here tonight but at least it wasn’t our table.

The referee is up to a six count now as Malone gets to her feet, she stares into the ring for a moment then down towards Black before she decides to drag Black over to the ring. Lifting him up, she rolls him into the ring before following suit.

Malone backs off to the corner behind Black as he starts to come around, although he still looks dazed and there’s blood trickling from his forehead. Black manages to get onto his knees but as he does Malone sprints towards him, grabbing his head she hits her forward somersault cutter move she calls Royal Treatment on him. Malone quickly makes the pin...
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TWO
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THRE...Black gets a shoulder up.

Amsler: Oh man I thought for a minute there we had a new champion there!!!

Malone gets to her feet and immediately climbs to the top turnbuckle at the nearest corner. Malone then leaps off, looking for a top rope leg drop but Cyrus rolls out of the way and Malone lands on the hard mat. Black uses the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet as he wipes the blood away from his forehead. Malone is also back up and she comes at him again, but Black manages to grab a hold of her arm and in one swift motion he pulls her to ground and locks in his crossface submission that calls Like a Virgin!

Malone scrambles to reach for the ring ropes as Black stretches her head back while keeping her arm locked in good. Malone has her fingertips just about on the ring ropes when Black suddenly pulls her over onto her back, grabbing a hold of her head and flipping over he transitions into his bridging triangle chin lock submission finisher that he calls Papa don’t Preach!!

Aiello: Cyrus has the submission locked in! This doesn’t look good for Melody Malone!

Malone is trying her hardest to break out of the papa don’t preach as she thrashes her body around violently but Black isn’t letting go anytime soon. The cut on Blacks forehead seems to be getting worse and the blood starts to pour out of it and into his eyes causing him to lose concentration for a split second and as he loosens his grip on the submission Malone manages to wriggle free. Malone rolls away from Cyrus as he wipes the blood from his face, she gets to her feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle one more. Cyrus comes towards her his sight partially blinded by the blood, she jumps off the top and lands on him with a Springboard Meteora into mounted strikes!

Malone then gets back to her feet and runs off of the ropes, as she comes back at Black he rolls past her and bounces up to his feet. Turning around, Black chop blocks Malone in the back of the leg causes her to fall to her knees. Black then runs off of the ropes and back at Malone and he hits his finisher The Blackout!

Aiello: Cyrus hit the blackout on Melody Malone!! It’s all over!!!

Malone collapses onto the floor as Black turns her over and quickly makes the pin...
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TWO
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THRE...Malone gets a shoulder up!!!! The cheer from the crowd is deafening and Black has a look of shock over his face.

Aiello: My god!!! Melody Malone reaching deep inside herself to find the mental and physical strength to kick out of the blackout after everything they’ve already been through tonight!! Cyrus Black can’t believe it and neither can I.

Amsler: She is one tough cookie, can’t deny that.

Black has a smile on his face now as he nods his head and looks down at Malone who still looks out of it. Black stands to his feet and he picks Malone up with him. Black hooks her up and lifts her high in the air, he’s looking to hit a Kneecap Brainbuster but as he drops Malone she instead grabs a hold of his head and brings him down on her knees for her Double Knee Facebreaker move she calls Crowning Achievement!!! As Black falls to the mat, Malone falls on top of him for a pin...
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TWO
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THRE...Black kicks out! Malone rolls off of him and the two are now sprawled out on the mat next to each other.

Aiello: Melody Malone and Cyrus Black have gave absolutely everything tonight here for these fans, for the EWC and for the Undisputed championship and we are not done yet!

Amsler: What a way to end the 2019 season!!

Eventually both Cyrus and Malone get to there knees and face each other. Both of them look each other dead in the eyes but don’t say anything and then all of sudden they start to unleash a fury a strikes to each other’s head and body. Every punch they throw at each other is stiffer than the last as they both get to there feet, neither one letting up. Malone catches Black with a kick to the gut, she then grabs his head and leaps up, looking for a jumping snapmare but Black reverses and catches her from behind, throwing her back for another German suplex.

Before Malone has time to get back to her feet Black rushes at her and hits another Blackout to the back of her head!!! Black quickly rolls Malone up as the ref counts...
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TWO
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THRE... ROPE BREAK!!! The ref stops the count as Malone’s foot is on the bottom rope! Cyrus is in a state of shock and so are the fans who are all on there feet now cheering and chanting!

Amsler: Melody Malone just broke out of a SECOND Blackout!!!! I can’t believe what I’m watching.

Sydney: Neither can Cyrus by the looks of things!!!


Black lifts Malone up and slowly carries her over to the turnbuckle. Resting her on the top, Black begins to climb when Malone comes alive and hits him a few stiff forearm and elbow shots across the face. Malone then grabs Black as she sits on the top turnbuckle, and as she leaps off she hits Black with her tornado suplex finisher she calls The Noble Pursuit.

Malone thinks about pinning then decides against it, instead she gets to her feet and slowly climbs the top turnbuckle one more. Black looks hurt and dazed but he begins to slowly get to his feet and as he does Malone jumps off, grabbing a hold of his head she hits her finisher Eclipse finisher she calls Off With Their Head! Malone quickly climbs on top of Black and hooks his leg up for the pin...
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TWO
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THREE!!!!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall... and NEWWWW EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION... MELODY MALONEEEEE!!!

Malone is on her knees in a flood of tears as the referee hands her the newly designed Undisputed championship.

Aiello: SHE DID IT!!! The Queen of the EWC is now our new Undisputed champion!!!

Sydney: I mean at least Cyrus isn’t champion anymore, so that’s a reason for a celebration on its own.

Amsler: What a year Melody Malone has had, she wanted to move to Rampage to prove that she has what it takes to compete with the best on the roster and now she has become the Undisputed champion! What an achievement!!!

As Melody Malone stands to her feet with the Undisputed championship over her shoulder and the fans cheer her name she spies Cyrus Black with his head held down, walking up the ramp away from her. Melody leans over the ropes and shouts his name. Cyrus stops in his tracks and turns around to face her, he looks broken and beaten as Malone collects a mic from the outside and raises it to her lips, never taking her eyes off of Cyrus.

Malone: Cyrus Black... I love you.

The camera zooms in on Cyrus who stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, covered in blood and sweat, then he starts to make his way back down to the ring. Once back in the ring he stands face to face with Malone before he mouths the words I ‘love you too’ and wraps his arms around her as the two embrace.

Amsler: Awww don’t you just love a happy ending!

Sydney: Somebody pass me a bucket, my lunch is coming back up.

Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen we are just about out of time! All that’s left to say is thank you for joining us for the four day extravaganza that was Wrestlefest! It’s been a wild ride from start to finish and the EWC has ended 2019 in style but you know what, I bet 2020 is going to be even better!!! Congratulations to our new Undisputed champion Melody Malone!!! We will see you next year.

Cyrus lifts Melody Malone up onto his shoulders and walks around the ring with her as the fans cheer her name. Melody lifts the championship high in the air as fireworks go off around the Arles Amphitheatre. The EWC logo appears on the screen and picture fades.

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SEGMENT WRITERS - Friday

 Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
President Mac
Candy
Jemario Unger
Lunch Time
Shadow Man
Xavier Reid
Phineas Yi
Allen Anderson 
MNB
Xplode
Dominic Sanders
Killjoy Ito
Kyle Gautier
Jean-Luc Lappiere & Maurice Yensman
Kirk Oakley
Ace King & Scoprio 
Cyrus Black


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SEGMENT WRITERS - Saturday

Sons of Scotland
Lunch Time
Rafe White
Ace King
Chuck Gacy
Lunch Time
The Limit
Ezio DeLuca
Dominic Sanders
Carlos Ruiz
President Mac
Killjoy Ito
Faith Rivers
Stitches
Kyle Gautier & Cyrus Black
Melody Malone
Samantha Hamilton & Stephanie Matsuda


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SEGMENT WRITERS - Sunday
Clara Monroe 
Lavender & Richard Garcia 
Antoni Malietoa 
Lunch Time
Cyrus Black
Kendrick Kross
Silver Ann Gold
Ace King, El Pablo & Ruthann Hunter
Jordan Sharpe
Ace King & Scorpio 
Kyle Gautier
Allen Anderson
Xavier Reid 
Jordan Sharpe
Nevaeh
Killjoy Ito


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SEGMENT WRITERS - Monday

NSFW
Ezio DeLuca
Luke Wolfe
Vincent Stone
Ace King
Melody Malone
President Mac
Stitches
Cyrus Black

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MATCH WRITERS - Friday

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Nezumi

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Melody Malone

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: EWC

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

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MATCH WRITERS - Saturday

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Melody Malone

MATCH TWO
WRITER:  Stephanie Matsuda

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Cyrus Black

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH FIVE
WRITER:  Kendrick Kross

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MATCH WRITERS - Sunday

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Bishop Church 

MATCH TWO
WRITER:  Ace King

MATCH THREE
WRITER:  MNB

MATCH FOUR
WRITER:  PRIME

MATCH FIVE
WRITER:  Scorpio 

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MATCH WRITERS Monday

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH TWO
WRITER:  Dominic Sanders & Bishop Church

MATCH THREE
WRITERS: FNR & MNB

MATCH FOUR
WRITER:  Samantha Hamilton

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Melody Malone & Cyrus Black

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RECAP OF WINNERS - Friday

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
STORMY (N/S) (PINNED) VS ALLEN ANDERSON VS WILLIAM MANSON
WINNER VIA PINFALL: ALLEN ANDERSON
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AMBULANCE MATCH 
DARIUS VS SAMUEL McPHERSON VS JASON RAYNE VS JOE PORTER (AMBULANCED)
WINNER: DARIUS 

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INTERNATIONAL TITLE MATCH
SAMANTHA "TITANESS" HAMILTON VS CYRUS BLACK (C)
WINNER VIA PINFALL and STILL EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION: CYRUS BLACK
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SINGLES MATCH
THE BROOKLYN BASHER VS BRETT BOSA
WINNER VIA PINFALL: BRETT BOSA

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TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH
LUNCH TIME VS AMERICA'S MOST HATED (IGGY SWANGO AND MELODY MALONE)
WINNERS and STILL EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: THE EVEN FOXIER LADIES OF DREAM SOUND REVOLUTION, PART DEUX

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: CYRUS BLACK
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: SAMANTHA "TITANESS" HAMILTON VS CYRUS BLACK
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RECAP OF WINNERS - Saturday

TAG TEAM BRAND BRAGGING RIGHTS
MNB/FNR VS FSW/PRIME
JUSTIN PAIRD & PHOENIX WINTERBORN (N/S) (PINNED) VS EL PABLO & EZIO DELUCA
WINNERS: EL PABLO & EZIO DELUCA
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SINGLES MATCH
TANJA DEVEREAUX VS HEAVEN "NEVAEH" LEIGH
WINNER: NEVAEH

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TV TITLE MATCH
JONTY KELLY VS FAITH RIVERS (C)
WINNER: and NEW EWC TV CHAMPION Jonty Kelly  
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SINGLES MATCH
CLAY BYRD VS MORGAN DARKWATER
WINNER: CLAY BYRD

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X-DIVISION TITLE MATCH
WEAPON X MATCH
XAVIER REID VS STEPHANIE "CLOUD" MATSUDA
WINNER and NEW EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPION: XAVIER REID 

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: XAVIER REID
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: JONTY KELLY VS FAITH RIVERS

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RECAP OF WINNERS - Sunday

TAG TEAM SHOWCASE 
DAMAGE, INC. VS S.T.
WINNERS: DAMAGE, INC. 
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SINGLES MATCH
VOSHON JACKSON VS ALEX CARBAJAL
WINNER: ALEX CARBAJAL

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WARGAMES MATCH
BRAWL/PRIME
DAVID GIBSON, DAVID BUGLE (N/S), AZUMI GOTO (N/S) (SUBMITTED), KENDRICK KROSS
VS 
QUINN COLLINS, ALEXANDER DAEMON, STALKER (N/S), SILVER ANN GOLD
WINNERS: TEAM PRIME (QUINN COLLINS, ALEXANDER DAEMON, STALKER, SILVER ANN GOLD) 

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NORTH AMERICAN TITLE MATCH
WES WALKER VS KYLE GAUTIER (C)

WINNER and NEW EWC NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION: WES WALKER

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UNITED STATES TITLE MATCH
SCORPIO VS ACE KING (C)
WINNER and NEW EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION: SCORPIO

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: SCORPIO
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: SCORPIO VS ACE KING
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RECAP OF WINNERS - Monday

DRAKE MEMORIAL CUP 
MERCENARY VS GABRIELLE VISCONTY VS SAMANTHA "TITANESS" HAMILTON VS DOMINIC SANDERS 
WINNER: DOMINIC SANDERS
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TAG TEAM MATCH
NSFW VS LAVENDER & RICHARD GARCIA 
WINNERS: NSFW

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INDY TITLE MATCH
KILLJOY ITO VS JORDAN SHARPE
WINNER and STILL EWC INDY CHAMPION: JORDAN SHARPE

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FSW TITLE MATCH
CANDY VS STITCHES (C)
WINNER and STILL FSW CHAMPION: STITCHES

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UNDISPUTED TITLE MATCH
MELODY MALONE VS CYRUS BLACK (C)
WINNER AND NEW EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION: MELODY MALONE

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: MELODY MALONE
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: MELODY MALONE VS CYRUS BLACK

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