FSW #99 DALY CITY, CALIFORNIA 06.24.2020
Jun 24, 2020 21:58:15 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents
“Superstar” by For Squirrels begins to blast over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
The fans packing the Cow Palace tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Daly City knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show on Wednesday night is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy riffs from 'Superstar' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.
** The Last Stop Before Japan **
EPISODE #99
EPISODE #99
JUNE 24TH, 2020
LIVE! from the Cow Palace - Daly City, CaliforniaWARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.
“Superstar” by For Squirrels begins to blast over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
The scene immediately cuts to a pyro show erupting on the outside of the Cow Palace!
Then a cut to another, equally explosive show on the inside!
Then a cut to another, equally explosive show on the inside!
The fans packing the Cow Palace tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Daly City knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show on Wednesday night is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy riffs from 'Superstar' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.
IT'S ALL I WANT, IT'S ALL I NEED
IT'S ALL I SEE, IT'S ALL I BREATHE
IT'S WHAT I AM, IT'S WHAT'S I KNOW
IT'S WHAT I FEEL, IT'S WHAT I BLEED!
IT'S ALL I SEE, IT'S ALL I BREATHE
IT'S WHAT I AM, IT'S WHAT'S I KNOW
IT'S WHAT I FEEL, IT'S WHAT I BLEED!
On the MacTron, this episode of FSW begins with its opening video montage detailing many of the historic events that have taken place in the five-year history of Future Stars of Wrestling. From past champions like Jason Hunter, Dixie Dubois, Amis Shelton, Magdalena Lockheart, and Otaki all standing underneath an old FSW logo to the more current Future Stars Champions like Xavier Reid, Cletus Franklin, Robina Hood, Robbie Rayder, and Stitches tearing down that mold...
As more pyro goes off the the FSW logo appears and flashes of the roster appear on the screen such as Killjoy Ito,Mercenary, Jason Rayne, Ezio DeLuca and finally Sebastian Conner. Then, the camera cuts to a shot from StangleMania XV of Wes Walker retaining the North American championship before fading into a shot of Candy standing tall over Stitches after Carnival Carnage, the FSW title in the air...
The camera pans around the loud and out of control audience. As the fireworks continue to explode, the fans chant and cheer! The atmosphere inside the Cow Palace seemed to be charged with that ten million volts of electricity as described in the song. Cameras pan around the arena to catch some of the signage that many fans have brought to the Cow Palace with them here tonight. The FSW fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:
"STITCHES' GONNA KILL YOU"
"THE TITANESS IS MY HERO"
"KILLJOY FEARS CANDY!"
"MUCHO GRACIAS SENIOR CARLOS!"
"JFS CAME FOR A CANDY PARTY"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
The lights come back to full and the fans offer one last rousing cheer at the opening festivities. Tonight's announcers are on standby and ready for the show to begin.
Watson: JAPAN HERE WE COME!! Folks, this is the LAST stop before we head to the land of the rising sun to celebrate the centennial episode of FSW! Welcome to sunny california. I am Tim Watson, and with me as always is Cid Sydney! Cid, how the hell are ya buddy?
Sydney: It's great to be back with another episode of FSW! We have SO MUCH going on tonight. Returns, debuts earlier tonight on Gambit, but the biggest fight of the night will be when Killjoy Ito CRUSHES that Spanish punk Carlos Ruiz!
Watson: What are you talking about?! We have a first time ever match in our Main Event! Candy and JFS are poised to put on the match of the year tonight! Wes Walker and Samantha Hamilton could tear the house down as well!
Sydney: Yawn! None of that compares to Killjoy going three and zero tonight in these tune up matches. I could care less if JFS and Candy want to jerk-
Watson: That's enough of that Cid... Let's not go that TV-MA this early in the show.
Sydney: We have all this and SO MUCH MORE! Our first match of the night will be coming up right after this quick message from EWCTV. Don't go anywhere .. FSW action will be back in exactly 1 minute
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SINGLES MATCH
Sarahe Gemini
VS Ezio DeLuca
Watson: Welcome back folks! We’re in store for a great first match tonight as the number one contender to the North American Championship Ezio DeLuca takes on Sarahe Gemini!
Sydney: Anything would be better than that bum Walker.
Watson: Well I guess that’s the closest we can get to you saying something good about DeLuca.
Sydney: If he does something worth talking about, I’ll talk about him.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, from Baton Rouge, LA... SARAHE GEMINI!
Guitars echo throughout the arena as red spotlights flood the stage.A figure with hair as black as night steps onto the stage. The rest of the arena is darkened as the main song cuts in. Pyros hit and "Scream" by New Years' Day begins to play, as Sarahe cocks her head up just enough to flash her brown eyes. Stepping down the ramp, staring at the ring, the cries to her are ignored while she adjusts the black and white tape on her wrists. Rolling slowly into the ring, she looks around the arena before pulling her mask off quickly, letting out a scream and leaning against the ropes before the music dies down.
Starr: And her opponent, from Providence, RI, weighing in at 244 pounds... EZIO DELUCA!
"Hard Time (Kretsen Remix)" by Seinabo Sey starts to play as Ezio appears on the entrance ramp. He winks at a few adoring fans in the crowd and picks out one lucky fan for a blown kiss. He climbs up the steps to the ring, smirking at the crowd as he slowly and carefully bends over through the top and middle ropes to enter. One final wink to the crowd and he carefully folds his feathery robe over the turnbuckle, ready to go.
DING DING DING
Ezio takes the fight to Gemini early on. A barrage of backhand chops and forearms to the head beat Sarahe into the corner. Ezio flings Gemini into the opposing turnbuckle and as she bounces out Ezio dropkicks her and she goes down hard. Ezio hops back up to his feet and Sarahe is rolling around in pain. Ezio lifts her up by the hair but Sarahe gains some strength and hits Ezio in the gut. She starts laying a fury of right hands at Ezio who at first was caught off guard but now seems to be absorbing the blows no problem. He starts to smile and then tries to take Sarahe's head off with a clothesline. Gemini ducks underneath it and fires back with a Yakuza Kick!
Watson: Ezio got a little confident there.
Sydney: Not sure why he’d do that.
Sarahe goes for a pin but Ezio immediately pushes her off his chest. She looks taken aback but then tries to kick Ezio in the head. He catches her leg and whips her to the ground. He tries to go for a pin but his momentum flips him so now Gemini is pinning.
1….
NO! Now Ezio kept the train rolling and now he’s pinning.
1….
Gemini now flips over and now SHE’S the one on top.
1….
No! Finally Ezio ends the back and forth and forcefully kicks out. Gemini tries to catch her breath, but then Ezio comes in hard with a shoulder block. Just then the crowd starts to go wild. Coming out from behind the curtain is Wes Walker!
Watson: Oh now wait a second, here’s the North American Champion.
Sydney: What on earth is he doing out here? Like we don’t have to see enough of him tonight already.
Ezio yells up at Walker wondering what he’s doing here. Wes just stands firm watching the match. Gemini capitalizes on Ezio not paying attention and hits a satellite DDT! She goes to cover Ezio.
1…
2…
KICKOUT!
Ezio is starting to get up and Sarahe seems pissed she didn’t score the win. She sets up for a scissor kick but Ezio ducks underneath it and hits a superkick! Sarahe goes down! Ezio looks up to Wes and mouths “Coming for you next, Cutie!” Wes motions to behind Ezio where Sarahe already on her feet. Sarahe goes for THE RECONSTRUCTION!!!
But Ezio ducks underneath it and immediately counters with THE PVD! Ezio pins.
1….
2….
3!!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... EZIO DELUCA!
Watson: What a win for Ezio! Even having Wes Walker out here didn’t shake him.
Sydney: And why should it? Just another set of eyes watching him do his thing.
Watson: Ezio and Wes are still staring each other down now. Oh and look at this, Wes offers a clap and a head nod, clearly acknowledging Ezio’s good win here tonight. I can’t wait for FSW Number 100!
SINGLES MATCH
Brett Kennedy
VS Robbie Rayder
Watson: Coming up next, we've got a hard hitting bout between two Canadian imports!
Sydney: I think being from Canada is just about the only thing these two competitors have in common.
Watson: Undoubtedly a clash in styles between the Bridge City Asshole Brett Kennedy and the Dreadnaught Robbie Rayder.
Sydney: A clash in styles that I promise will bring competitive excitement!
Starr: The following match is scheduled for One Fall, from Alamo, California, weighing in at 225 pounds... ROBBIE AIRE RAYDER!
Robbie Rayder appears in the fog and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the sky, then lowers them to his lips. Rayder runs to the ring, slides in, and leans out between the ropes, hyping up the crowd.
Starr: And his opponent, from Asheville, North Carolina, weighing in at 252 pounds... BRETT KENNEDY!
HAPPY BRETT KENNEDY DAY, SUE!
The Mac-Tron cuts from it’s regular FSW screen to a backstage scene of an All-American top hat. The red and blue shining vibrant in it’s sheeny felt from the lights of backstage. The sound system is blaring a whistling sound of ‘The Washington Post March’, as the camera pans down to Brett Kennedy, in his black leather jacket, waving two mini-flags with his own face on it. He spins around, continuing to whistle the tune in surprisingly great timing. He finishes spinning around and takes a big inhale in.
Kennedy: ‘OH BOY, am I glad that you remembered that today is Brett Kennedy Day. I almost forgot myself, because of all the commotion of me trying to get this godforsaken show from the death zone, ya know? But, thanks for reminding me! It made me remember to have a big old celebration at the Kennedy Estate today before I got here. I ate me some hot dogs, had some quality Pepsi. Hell, I even had myself a Caesar Salad, what do you think of that? That’s right, Brett Kennedy getting a bit healthier with his diet, I know. I found the good tasting healthy shit. Not the dried up cucumbers you force up your ass, pally.’
Kennedy continues to smile, almost in an unnerving way. He grabs a sandwich from outside the view of the camera, and takes a bite from it. He starts speaking while he’s chewing it down.
Kennedy: ‘Now, Robbie. Here’s the deal. I’m so happy that you remembered that today is Brett Kennedy Day. But, let me in on a bit of a… hmm, this black forest ham ain’t too bad. Let me in on a bit of a secret for ya, my overnutritioned pal.’
Kennedy nonchalantly throws the half-eaten sandwich in the air.
EVERY DAY IS BRETT KENNEDY DAY!
A piece of cheese falls on Kennedy’s shoulder. He stops everything, looks at the cheese for a good 3 seconds, and picks it off. After a second of examination, he throws the cheese in his mouth.Kennedy: ‘I know you think it’s just Monday’s, but you didn’t do enough research on me, buddy. But, hey. I know you had some trouble finding some work of mine, despite having a full year of work on national TV elsewhere. Goes to show how incompetent you are with a fucking computer. Fucking Millenials…
Anyways, I just wanted to ask you a few things before I go down there and do my work on you. You know, my work being beating the piss out of you and leaving you in a puddle of your own urine. Anyways, my first question to you is simple. What’s the difference between Brett Kennedy and Robbie Rayder? Well, I like to think it’s pretty simple. Brett Kennedy turns TV’s on, and people say ‘Damn, that guy is actually entertaining’. Robbie Rayder turns TV’s off, and people say ‘What a bore show!’. You get that through your fucking thick skull, mate?
There’s a reason Chris Brock re-signed me.
There’s a reason I get a reaction from the fans, aside from you.
‘And the crowd goes… mild’.
‘And the crowd goes… mild’.
Now, my second question is another simple one. Let’s see if you can get this one; How come I get all the comparisons to people that are actually known, and you get one that hardly anybody knows?’
Kennedy brings one of his ears closer to the camera, as if he’s looking for a response.
Kennedy: No? Nothing, well alright. I guess that question was a bit rhetorical, and I can leave it there.
BUT WAIT! I’M NOT DONE YET!
See what I did there? I did a pitchman thing, because you think of me as… well, yeah. You get the point.’
Kennedy grabs another item from off-screen, and places it by his chest. The camera pans out slowly, and what is seen is a giant watermelon.
Kennedy: ‘Now, I forgot I have a little gift for you. Something to commemorate you remembering Brett Kennedy Day, the easiest day to remember because it seems to be every day I try to build FSW from this sad sack show to something actually relevant! Now, I want you to close your eyes.... Are you closing them? Are they closed? ...Okay, in three… two… one…’
Kennedy turns the watermelon around, and a carving of two words were done to the watermelon, and they simply say;
FUCK
YOU
Kennedy: ‘Look at that. A gift fit for a former champ. Well, you should figure out this by now, Sue. Just like your namesake, and for the fans, you’re a waste of my time. So, why should I fight you, when I need to make my impact on someone more relevant and marquee? You’re just a flippy-shit, dead-faced, cucked little boy who has no future in this show! So, I only have to say one more thing.’
Kennedy drops the watermelon, and a splat can be heard audibly. He flips the middle finger with both hands to the camera.
Kennedy: Fuck you, Brock. Fuck you, Robbie. Fuck you, Daly City. No Brett Kennedy for you tonight!
Kennedy whips his head up to take the Star-Spangled Top hat off his head, and walks away from the camera. The camera pans back to Kennedy seconds later, who is still walking to the exit of the arena, both middle fingers up in the air. Suddenly, three FSW security guards come rushing up to Brett Kennedy and grab him by the arms, dragging him somewhere else in the backstage area of the Cow Palace. We cut back to the ring where Robbie Rayder is standing with a microphone.
Rayder: You can run all you want Brett, but sooner or later you and I are going to come face to face and when we do I PROMISE you that you are going to get what is coming to you.
Robbie drops the mic as we cut backstage again.
The three security guards are now approaching the office of FSW GM Chris Brock as Brett Kennedy is still trying to fight them off. Brock meets them at the door and doesn't even allow them to come into his office.
Brock: You think that you can just pull stupid little stunts like that and get away with it Brett? That's twice now I have booked GOOD opponents for you and you have flaked on me. I brought you in, you said you wanted to fight. You wanted to change the game and shift the perspective of FSW. I gave you that chance and you shit all over it!
Brock let's there be silence for a beat before continuing.
Brock: So this is how it's going to go down from here on out. You don't want to fight The Dreadnaught? Fine, no match tonight for you. In two weeks.. In Japan... At FSW 100 you WILL have a match.
Kennedy: Psh, in Tokyo, that place with the tiny Oompa-Loopa men? Isn't that where Killjoy is from, and you'll sacrifice that headline for me? You're too kind... what's the catch, Brock?
Brock: The catch is you fight, or you go back to not having a job. I WILL fire your ass if you don't compete in Japan. And just to ensure that you do, you're fighting in a lumberjack match!
The crowd goes wild at this news!
Kennedy: Oh, wow. Get all your people in to get a small ratings boost, good job - get the fuck off me, man.
Kennedy finally gets free of the security guards, who keep an eye on him.
Kennedy: Alright, Brock. I'll bite, who ya got against me, some nobody from Hiroshima?
Brock: You wish asshole. You will fight in Japan, you will fight in a lumberjack match and you will fight against Stitches the Clown!
Kennedy: WHAT, THAT CLOWN FUCK? WHY DOES HE GET THE SPOTLIGHT WITH ME?
The security guards grab Brett again and start to drag him out, Kennedy's legs flailing and everything. Brock laughs before shouting at him on the way out:
Brock: See you in Japan Mr. Kennedy!
SINGLES MATCH
Nightcall
VS Mercenary
Watson: This next contest will be a battle between two styles of extreme contrast as we see Mercenary take on Nightcall
Sydney: They are very different competitors in the ring, but even more different outside of it. These are two guys you won't catch hanging out on the weekends, that's for sure.
Watson: Mercenary is a massive, brooding, angry competitor while the greenhorn of the two, Nightcall is a much more relaxed, irreverent dude.
Sydney: By that you mean Nightcall is a goof and Mercenary is a real, nasty bruising bastard.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, from Oceanside, California, weighing in at 210 pounds... NIGHTCALL!
Decked out in a leather jacket, sports sunglasses, and clutching a vape pen, Nightcall walks down the runway through the billowing fog. He hands a nearby fan his pair of sunglasses and rolls inside the ring.
Starr: And his opponent, from West Oakland, California, weighing in at 365 pounds... MERCENARY!
Mercenary methodically makes his way onto the stage, as the lights on him flash red. He pauses at the top of the stage and poses with his arms crossed across his chest. He makes a steady approach to the ring, enters and throws some shadow punches to the turnbuckle.
DING DING DING
Mercenary immediately starts taking big swings at Nightcall. Nightcall successfully dodges the opening flurry, but is backed into the corner by Mercenary. Nightcall out of places to dodge to, drops to all fours and does a goofy crawl through Mercenary’s legs. Nightcall pops up behind Mercenary with a silly grin on his face as the crowd applauds him. Mercenary is incensed by this as Nightcall giggles to himself. Mercenary, not one to be toyed with, cleans Nightcall’s clock with an overhand right to the side of the head, dropping Nightcall. Mercenary uses his huge size advantage to control the early section of the match. Mercenary flexes his guns with a series of stalling suplexes. Mercenary sends Nightcall to the ropes and goes for a big boot as Nightcall comes back. Nightcall ducks the boot and rolls Mercenary into a schoolboy.
1.. Kick Out!
Mercenary gets right back onto Nightcall and maintains the upper hand.
Watson: Mercenary is putting on a clinic here, over powering the much smaller Night Dude.
Sydney: Nightcall loves to goof around and be the fun guy, and this is what he gets. He's being reckless and Mercenary is making him pay!
Mercenary continues his onslaught of powerful slams and suplexes. Mercenary powers up Nightcall for a Death Valley Driver, but Nigthcall is able to reverse it into a rana that sends Mercenary between the ropes. Mercenary is right back up to his feet outside the ring, but just as quickly Nightcall comes crashing into him with a Suicide Plancha. Nightcall pops right back up, slides in the ring and comes right back with a second Plancha. Nightcall rolls back into the ring and runs the ropes looking for a third Plancha, but this time Mercenary catches him and drops him on the ringside floor with a Sidewalk Slam. Mercenary grabs Nightcall by the back of the head and pushes him back in the ring. As Mercenary comes between the ropes, Nightcall meets him with a High Knee, that sends Mercenary stumbling into the corner. Nightcall then mounts Mercenary in the corner and begins reigning down fists.
Watson: Color me impressed! Nightcall with a series of well executed Planchas did some serious damage, then the running knee may have put Mercenary's lights out!
Sydney: Mercenary is tough as hell and that's not gonna be the end of it, Nightcall got some lucky shots in though.
As Nightcall lays in some fists, Mercenary lifts Nightcall up from the corner, now holding him in powerbomb position. Mercenary is looking for the Gravedigger Drop, but Nightcall lands more fists to Mercenary’s head, toppling the big man. Nightcall runs the ropes and hits a running senton. Nightcall goes for another pinfall.
1..2. Kick Out!
Nightcall remains calm and waits for Mercenary to return to his feet. Nightcall runs the ropes and hits Mercenary with a big Rough Rider and then the pin.
1..2.. Kick Out!
Nightcall doesn’t let off the gas, with Mercenary down he springboards off the ropes going the Goodnight Moonsault…. But nobody is home. Mercenary gets out of the way and rises to his feet. Mercenary mounts Nightcall and rains down a flurry of fists on Nightcall. Mercenary grabs Nightcall by the head and lifts him up into a torture rack. Looking for To Hell The Hard Way Mercenary retches the torture rack then flips Nightcall for the burning hammer, but Nightcall lands on his feet. With a quick boot to Mercenary’s gut Nightcall goes for the Stunset Boulevard, but Mercenary is able to block and counters the stunner into the Decimator Atomic Bomb. Mercenary goes for the pinfall
1..2..3!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via Pinfall... MERCENARY!
Watson: Mercenary walks out the victor, but what a tremendous showing from the promising Nightcall.
Sydney: Nightcall didn't get the job done and Mercenary did.
Watson: Mercenary stands victorious after this bout and did indeed get the job done. Speaking of getting the job done, let's head to commercial with a word from our sponsor, Flex Tape!
The camera cuts backstage as Xavier Reid walks towards the gorilla position, the International Championship over his shoulder with ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love by his side, as Xavier is about to walk through the curtain he pauses and puts his hand on Tommy’s chest.
Reid: You know what Tommy, I got this one...why don’t you go find Buddy or Bunny and I’ll meet up with you when this is over…
Love: Really, you don’t want me out there or is it your partner doesn’t want me out there?
Xavier smiles at Tommy and places the International Championship over his shoulder.
Reid: Go say hi to your kids, show off the International Championship and for the love of God...DO NOT DEFILE IT!!!
Tommy looks at the International Championship and smiles and then looks back at Xavier
Love: Come on, who is it...don’t keep me in the dark like this, I’m your manager now, I should know who you’re teaming with at FSW #100.
Xavier pats him on the shoulder
Reid: You and the rest of the FSW will find out soon enough…
Xavier walks nods to the production crew and inside the Cow Palace his FSW music ‘Cochise’ plays out, Xavier walks out through the curtain to a big pop from the FSW fans.
Watson: Xavier Reid, fresh off his huge win at Hardcore Revolution has returned to the FSW and the former FSW Champion is receiving a very warm welcome from the FSW fans here tonight.
Sydney: I wouldn’t expect anything different from our fans when one their own returns even when it’s for a one night only event.
Watson: At FSW #098 Xavier issued the challenge to the FSW roster, he was bringing a partner here tonight for a tag team match at FSW #100…
Sydney: I hope that partner isn’t Tommy Love...wait, yes I do, I’d love to see him get his teeth knocked in…
Watson: Something tells me it’s not Tommy Love…
Xavier makes his way down to the ring and climbs up the steps and jumps into the ring, he runs to the opposite corner and climbs up to the second rope and crosses his arms into a X as he looks over the crowd. He smiles as he jumps down and walks to the center of the ring where Isabelle Starr is standing, the two share a moment and she hands Xavier the microphone and steps back, giving him the ring as the FSW fans break out into a WELCOME HOME chant, Xavier pauses for a second or two and smiles…
Reid: And it’s good to be back home, my times here in the FSW were some of the best I’ve had in the EWC, from debuting to fighting in the ToP Tournament, from battling out with Otaki and Maggie Lockheart and going to war with Smokey Jones and Sebastian Conner...from winning the FSW Championship and representing the FSW inside the Insanity Cage at Night of Champions to wearing the Orange and White during Stable Wars...my days here were some of the best in my career, so when I saw FSW #100 was approaching, I knew I had to be a part of it...and I wasn’t the only one!
The fans cheer as Xavier smiles
Reid: So I called Chris Brock and presented him with this idea, a tag team match with me and my partner against any two members of the FSW and he said yes, he welcomed me back and gave me the time at FSW #098 to issue my challenge, any two members of the roster...all you had to do was go to Chris Brock and say you wanted the match…
The fans continue to cheer
Reid: Now I don’t know who accepted the match, all I know is that Chris called me last week and said he had two takers and that me...and my partner should be here tonight at FSW #099 to face our opponent’s face to face so here I am...my partner, well they just got here and will join us here in a second but while we wait why don’t we meet the two people who took me up on my offer…
Xavier looks at the ramp
Reid: Come on out, let’s make this official and give the fans of the FSW a little preview of FSW #100…
The fans are on their feet cheering and looking towards the ramp
Watson: Who accepted the challenge...who’s Xavier’s partner?
Sydney: We are about to find out if you pipe down.
On the titantron screen, the words -HERE THEY COME- are displayed as The Boys in the Bright White Sports Car begins, Matthews, Lorenzo and Normandy roll out in a white, 1996 Chevrolet Corvette convertible. Normandy is driving and has a big smirk behind his mustache, Matthews is in the passenger seat but sitting up high on the top, he's got sunglasses on and a black bandanna wrapped around his head, he's acting cool and flashing gansta signs, crossing his arms and leaning sideways as the crowd boo them. The car stops halfway down the ramp, Matthews leans down and presses a button on the radio, the entrance music changes to Pretty Fly For A White Guy and the lighting suddenly switches with strobes and lasers flying everywhere at the top of the ramp. Matthews jumps out of the car and starts strutting towards the ring with Lorenzo right behind him shaking his head. Normandy calmly gets out, he adjusts the collar on his expensive suit and starts walking past the car, he stops to polish a spot. Matthews is by the ring now and throws his bandanna into the crowds then slides in the ring. Normandy removes his suit jacket and throws it over his shoulder, he walks the rest of the way to the ring GQ style with his eyebrows arched and a big shit eating grin on his mustached face. He brushes off each step then climbs them, he walks through the ropes then takes a hanger to flip his jacket on it, he hangs it on the ring post. He looks at Matthews doing an incredibly silly two step shuffle while blowing kisses and winking to the females in the audience. When they get into the ring Carter asks for a mic as the fans boo them.
Watson: What are they doing here? I thought it was an FSW team that answered the challenge.
Sydney: Tag Teams can be on all brands. Reid asked for a team from FSW but he got Premium Posse instead.
As the boos die down Carter brings the mic up to his lips and cracks a huge shit-eating grin under his greasy mustache before talking.
Carter: We were in the neighborhood getting a key to the city for saving a bunch of old geezers from a burning nursing home and thought we'd stop by.
While Carter is talking Jamie is pacing back and forth in the ring waiting to talk. After a few minutes of Carter talking about being 25 time New England flyweight champion of Arizona Jamie taps him on the shoulder and holds his hand out until Carter gives him the mic
Jamie: While Carter was busy doing whatever it is he does when I'm not around showing him how to be fly when I heard about an open challenge for any tag team for FSW 100. Of course I grabbed Carter and we talked to Brock to let him know that we will be facing you and your partner. Now we might not be who you were hoping for but honestly who could be better than the Flyest tag team in the EWC?
The FSW faithful boo so loudly that Jamie has to stop talking and Xavier uses the distraction to continue with what he was saying.
Reid: Hey I give you two a lot of credit, to storm Chris Brock’s office and tell him that you were taking this match, I give you two a lot of credit, especially since the last time you were in an FSW ring things didn’t really go your way but good for you guy, way to get right back on the horse. See I had no preconceived notions about who would take me up on this match, especially since I was keeping my partner in the dark. Smart wrestlers would have wanted to know the entire equation before saying ‘yeah I want the match’ but that’s the thing about the two of you, you guys jump right in the water not caring how deep it is…
Xavier smiles and he looks out over the crowd
Reid: But you two and the rest of the FSW have been left in the dark long enough, I think it’s time to bring them out, are you two ready...are all of you…
The crowd cheers as Xavier smirks
Reid: All you fans know her well and you two walked right by her...statue when you walked in…
Watson: NO….
Sydney: There is no way she’d tag with Xavier…
Reid: Ladies and gentlemen please help me welcome back…
Xavier points to the ramp and immediately A piano chimes into the arena, shortly accompanied by a guitar revving through the PA system, as words begin to etch itself upon the mactron before fading away for the next word.
Oscar
legends rise
Tango
legends fall
Alfa
but what if
Kilo
legends were to
India
rise again
O T A K I
With that last word sprayed across the mactron “This Game” by AmaLee blasts into the arena as the, milky skinned, Purple Haired Dynamo appears on the stage in a long sleeve one-piece outfit that she wore before. The crowd cheers loudly and it almost seems like their adulation is watering Otaki’s eyes, at least until she shook her head with a smile before heading down to ringside. Once by the ring slight trepidation could be seen on the Englishwoman’s face for a moment before she shares a glance with Xavier and closes her eyes to take a deep breath. Afterwards the diminutive otaku practically threw herself under the bottom rope and used the rest of the ropes to pull herself back up before unclipping a Pokéball from her belt and holding it up in the air to more cheers from the Cow Palace crowd. After attaching the ball back to her belt Otaki actually hugs Reid before pulling away with a cheerful smile, revealing that she basically pickpocketed the microphone from him as she lifts it up. Only to lower it down with a mixture of emotions overflowing across her face before lifting it back up.
Otaki: Man…it feels like I’ve returned home…wow…
The Emo Princess doesn’t sound arrogant but instead awestruck to even be in the ring right now as she choked back a tear when the fans present cheered more for her. However, instead of letting the emotions pour out, Otaki turned her attention to the Premium Posse.
Otaki: So, Premium Posse, do you think that two of FSW’s absolute greatest is better than the ‘Flyest tag team in the EWC’? Wait, don’t answer that. Seriously don’t, unless either one of you want to know what a blood mist feels like.
Though spoke with a cheerful tone the sudden sharpness of her eyes possibly indicate how serious the formerly retired woman is.
Otaki: For I already got the answer to ‘who could be better than the Flyest tag team in the EWC?’ The answer is staring me right in the face…like my old trainer said, the answer is simpler than the question. For it isn’t a ‘who’ but a ‘what’. Last time I was in a FSW ring, over a year ago, I defeated the person who has overtaken my legacy before retiring due to a condition that I wasn’t cleared to compete with…but guess what? I’m cleared for now. So, like a phoenix from the ashes, I am rising back up to team with one of my closest friends - yes, he actually does have a friend - to compete at FSW’s hundredth episode and that, you idiots, is what is - not could be - better than the Flyest tag team in the EWC”
The passion that practically exploded out from the milky skinned woman’s lips was met with roars and cheers by the faithful here tonight as the girl who once claimed to be the ‘God of FSW’ leaned back against the ropes with a smirk on her face.
Otaki: Don’t believe me? Then try us on right now for I’ll strike you both down faster than a Bullet Punch from Saitama.
Xavier puts his hand on Otaki’s shoulder, holding her back
Reid: I know you are ready to fight but now isn't the time, I thank you both for stepping up and taking this match but I want you both to know this matters to the both of us, this isn’t a game or a way to get our faces on TV...he helped build this place so guys like you had a place to perform, our blood, sweat and tears went into making the FSW into the place to be here in the EWC and it worked...clearly because it’s brought the ‘Flyest Tag Team in the EWC’ face to face with the Legends of the FSW...so bring the best you have to Fukui, Japan, be ready for a war at FSW #100 because Okati and I...we are coming home and we’re not looking to disappoint…
Xavier motions for Otaki to follow him, to follow him out of the ring and she smiles at Carter and Jamie as they back up towards the ropes and exit the ring.
Watson: HO-LY SHIT! Ladies and gentlemen, I am not one who normally uses such language during the broadcast, but The match has been set and all the opponents are now known..... it will be the Former FSW Champions Otaki and Xavier Reid versus The Premium Posse…
Sydney: I can not believe we are going to see Otaki and Reid team up, my money is on one of them screwing over the other and leaving them to get their asses kicked by The Premium Posse...it’s what I would do to an old rival…
Watson: Yeah well these seems to be a newfound respect between those two…
Otaki and Reid back up the ramp as the fans cheer, Jamie and Carter have their eyes locked on the former FSW Champions as they whisper something back and forth.
SINGLES MATCH
Jason Rayne
VS Sebastian Conner
Watson: Well folks, after that bombshell by Xavier Reid, coming up next we have a good match up with Sebastian Conner vs Jason Rayne. Who do you like in this match Sydney?
Sydney: Both competitors will do what it takes to win here tonight, I’ll have to see if Jason still has that vicious side to him because he’ll need that to take down Sebastian Conner.
Watson: We’ve had a great show so far tonight, let's take you down to ringside for the introductions!
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, from an unknown place, weighing in at 216 pounds... Sebastian Conner!
White strobe lights briefly identify Sebastian in the darkness as he saunters down the ramp. He can be heard, taking issue with with the few members of the audience who are booing him. He gives it right back with venomous cut downs while also taking the time to give thanks to the fans that are backing him as he makes his way down to the ring. He is sporting custom made wrestling tights and black boots to match.
He has a seriousness to him as he continues his march towards the ring. The fans eat it up as he rolls in, pushing pass the ring announcer, and makes a beeline towards the far corner and climbs up onto the second rope. As Conner raises his arms out to the side, the house lights come back as he peers over the packed and buzzing arena crowd. He looks down on them with an arrogant yet appreciative smirk. With agility befitting of a man of his stature, he hops off turnbuckle and turns to the entrance ramp awaiting his opponent jumping and checking his wrist tape.
Starr: And his opponent, from Miami Florida, weighing in at 250 pounds... Jason Rayne!
‘ Hellraiser’ by Blues Saraceno plays, and the crowd begins to boo as Jason Rayne comes through the entrance. Jason stops for a few seconds to bask in the jeers from the crowd, letting a cold smirk come across his face. Jason then makes his way methodically to the ring. Jason lifts the top rope slightly and nonchalantly ducks under it and steps into the ring. Jason proceeds to casually remove his leather jacket and shades, handing them to the referee, who removes them from the ring.
DING DING DING
Jason and Conner meet each other in the center of the ring and lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up, Jason shakes it off and drops down to a knee to transition to a rear waist lock, he raises Conner for a german suplex but it’s countered into a victory roll 1...2...Jason kicks out! Both men get to their feet and start trading punches, Conner drops Jason with a hard clothesline, he scrambles back to his feet and catches Conner with a scooping powerslam pin combo 1...2...Conner kicks out. He picks up Conner and drops him again with a sit-out spinebuster. Jason drops a leg on Conner and goes for another cover, 1….2...Conner kicks out, Jason grapples him on the canvas with a headlock, Conner fights out of it and both men make it to their feet, Conner heaves Jason over with a high throwing belly to belly suplex! Conner hooks both of Jason’s legs 1...2...Jason kicks out!
Watson: Hard-fought contest here, both men hitting each other with well-executed maneuvers!
Sydney: I like what I’m seeing Watson, a technically sound match here!
Conner hoists Jason with a vertical suplex, he slams him down then drops an elbow before picking him back up. He picks up Jason for a spinebuster but Jason floats over him with a sunset flip 1...2...he kicks out! Jason catches Conner and executes a crucifix backbreaker, he hauls him back to his feet and delivers a DDT! He hooks both legs 1...2...Conner kicks out! Jason goes to Irish whip Conner but gets smashed in the face with a standing dropkick. He hits Jason with a hangman neck breaker, he picks him back up for a german suplex and holds him with a bridge, 1...2….Jason kicks out!
Watson: Jason Rayne kicks out there, both men countering and executing well here Sydney!
Both wrestlers are down in the ring. Fans can be seen on the hard cam, clearly distracted by something going on in the audience.
Sydney: It looks like we've got some sort of nonsense going on by ringside.
The camera cuts to the ringside area, where the crowd can be see hoisting up a man, who is crowd surfing.
Watson: That's the newest addition to the FSW Roster, Stevie Von Wilde!
Sydney: I'm all for being the life of the party, and we know Stevie Von Wilde likes to be the life of the party, but these two wrestlers are giving it their all in the ring and here comes this buffoon!
The crowd sets down Stevie Von Wilde right by ringside. He turns to the crowd that just put him down and he tells them to party on. He struts his way around to the other side of the ring.
Watson: There is a reason he's known as the Prince of the Party!
Sydney: This guy is a punk!
Watson: Exactly! The Portsmouth Punk to be precise.
SVW climbs the guard rail and fires up the crowd on that side of the ring. He turns his back to the crowd and falls backwards into their arms. Stevie crowd surfs his way out of frame and into the back.
Sydney: Now can we please get back to the action, we've got two athletes in the ring slugging it out for supremacy.
Watson: I for one enjoyed Stevie stopping by, but you're right and the action right now calls our attention back to the ring!
Back in the ring, Conner attempts a spinning elbow smash that Jason ducks, he hits Conner with a double arm suplex that he transitions mid-flight into a sit-out powerbomb! 1...2...Conner puts his foot on the rope! Jason gets frustrated, he grabs Conner in a headlock then positions his eyes over the top ropes and rubs him the entire length, corner to corner, Conner rubs his eyes and falls to the canvas. Jason waits for Conner to get to his feet, he lifts him up for the stun gun on the ropes but Conner lands his feet on the second ropes and twists sideways with a jumping knee right to Jason’s skull! He is floored fast, holding his head. Conner calls for the end and waits for Jason to stand up, he then runs at him with his running signature Equalizer knee! Jason hooks the knee and spins with a foot sweep! Conner lands hard, taking his air away, he stands up gasping but Jason jumps with his Viper Strike cutter, dropping Conner right on his face! 1...2...3!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, Pinfall... Jason Rayne!
Watson: A nice win by Jason here tonight, what a powerful jumping knee strike counter, then another powerful knee strike was countered by an excellent foot sweep, then that jumping Viper Strike cutter ended Conner’s night!
Sydney: I don’t recall seeing Conner use a jumping springboard knee strike like that before, here's hoping we see more of that, just awesome! But it just wasn’t enough tonight and Jason hit him with that cutter and got the victory!
After pinning Sebastian for the three-count, Jason rises to his feet and motions for a microphone. An Event staff member quickly enters the ring and hands Jason the microphone, then quickly exits the ring. Jason turns to face the ring camera and raises the microphone to speak.
Jason Rayne: Wes Walker, Ezio Deluca, Stitches, you had better be watching this, because this predator is coming for you next! You three are in my ungle now!
Jason drops the mic, exits the ring, and makes his way towards the backstage entrance.
Watson: Powerful statement there from Jason Rayne.
Sydney: Welcome back Jason... That's how you do it!
Watson: We'll be right back folks.. DO NOT go anywhere.
The camera cuts backstage to Lisa Goldrush as she approaches Bunny Love and The Southern Express who are enjoying the catering table.
Goldrush: Excuse me…
Bobby and Jimmy turn around to see Lisa and smile, Bunny’s reception isn’t quite as warm.
Love: Can’t you see we are enjoying some dessert Lisa, just because you have to always diet doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t enjoy…
But Bobby puts his hand on her shoulder
Rose: Now Bunny, Lisa here is only doing her job…
Lane: Yeah, given that we won the right to challenge whoever the Tag Team Champions are at Parabellum with our win right here on FSW #098...where we also took home the night’s MVP and that sick $10,000 bonus...that’s $3,333 and some change each way…
Jimmy puts out his hand and high fives Bobby and then turns towards Bunny but she’s busy eating a cookie
Lane: Yeah, so it’s only natural that Lisa here would want to come over and get a few words with the ‘hottest’ tag team in the EWC right now…
Rose: Very true Jimmy, we are riding a 6 match winning streak at the moment and I challenge anyone to top that…
Goldrush: Well to be fair 2 of those wins were against replacement enhancement talents brought in at the last second because of firings…
Bunny slams the rest of her cookie down on the table
Love: Yeah well like losing your virginity to your first cousin Lisa it still counts honey, my boys are riding a 6 match winning streak and the first one to de-flower was another Goldrush so do YOU really want to keep keeping score…
Bunny looks at Lisa and smirks
Love: Last week we did what I said we were going to do, we went to Brawl, beat up on The Premium Posse in our tone up match against them and then came here to Daly City and beat them again to prove that The Southern Express deserve that championship match…
Rose: And now we can sit back and wait to see which team walks out of Scars & Stripes with those belts…
Lane: And enjoy the finer things in life, like this chocolate eclair…
Goldrush: Yes, it was an impressive win and you two…
Bunny clears her throat
Goldrush: Fine, three...have been on quite the roll since debuting in the EWC…
Love: 9-1 Lisa and we are the only team doing it on all the brands…
Goldrush: Minus Rampage…
Rose: We are heading that way so all you fans of the Green Brand don’t you worry…
Lane: The Southern Express will be coming your way…
Love: And while our current tag team championships sit home nursing a broken body and the other one is just getting back after serving his suspension we are out there carrying the division and we will be Korakuen Hall the night of July 3rd for FN’R’s Scars & Stripes to see if they can manage to keep those belts or if it’s a rematch with The Even Foxier Ladies of Dream Sound Revolution Part Deux…
Rose: We like Foxier Lady Lisa…
Lane: Dibs on Melody thought...you owe me Bobby, I jumped on the fat grenade last time…
Love: And with that being said…
But Lisa cuts her off and takes back her interview segment
Goldrush: You attacked Killjoy’s associate last week, Jun Yao, you attacked him, the two of you…
She points at Bobby and Jimmy…
Goldrush: Held him in place while Bunny assaulted him…
Love: That was FAMILY business Lisa, Jun overstepped his boundaries but negotiating that match between Jason Hunter and Killjoy Ito, he cut my brother out...my brother who’s Killjoy’s LONE manager, he needed to be put back in his place so I do so...The Club, it’s meaningless to us, we are here in the EWC while they hide away in Japan in some underground ‘fight club’ acting like they are gangsters...I’M THE REAL GANGSTER LISA...and I sent a message to all of them, you mess with The Love’s and you get got...I’ll smack you around like I did Jun, you don’t like it...TOUGH!!!
Bunny laughs as the camera cuts to black….
Love: What the...
But the screen goes fuzzy before you but then comes back into clear view with Jason standing outside at night somewhere. He was wearing a shirt with a few buttons open from the top in a pair of dress pants with his sleeves turned up with his hands inside of his pockets. He had this very dark look over his face while he was looking into the camera. While Chris was wearing blue jeans with a white shirt tucked inside of his jeans with a black leather vest on. Jun Yao with his shades on his face not looking happy sitting on the top of the car. They both look like they weren’t in a good mood as they both walk down the ramp not playing to the crowd. Jason has this very dark look on his face. Jason begins to speak looking right into the camera.
Hunter: The Love Family, want to send me... a message... I heard it loud and clear...but it is now time for me to send you a message.
Jason moved his head to the side as he looked right at the camera as Chris stood next to him with his hands crossed in front of him not looking happy himself. Jun looking down at the ground playing with matches.
Hunter: I love how you want people to believe in your sick illusions about this whole thing. You want people to believe I am self center. Guess what? They already knew that about me! You want people to believe I am here to take the credit... take the glory of everything that Killjoy has done here.
Jason glared right into the camera nodding his head a bit but then stood there with his hands still in his pockets.
Hunter: It is no secret at the fact I ran away from EWC. I let the pressure of being the son of Jaden and Ruthann Hunter get to me. The Love Family, I know you're going to talk about how I disappoint my parents. Guess what? I don’t care because I live with that guilt everyday... everynight... everytime I look at myself in the mirror. Every time I look at my little girl in her eyes... I did something a Hunter never does. Give up! I did just that.
Jason ran his hand into his hair.
Hunter: I put up the white flag and placed my balls in between my legs and ran over to Japan but the thing is I came back. There are ones who RAN away and NEVER come back to the number one company in the wrestling world! I am standing here admitting all my faults. I am standing here admitting to my mistakes. I am standing here like a man admitting to what I have done. If you truly felt this match was really about what Love has Buddy have done back in his match against Luna Knight... That would be on Jun Yao's end because of his deep respect he has with all of that guys that wrestles for us over here in Japan. On the other hand it was different for me!
Jason leaned against the car now next to Jun while Jun just kept his eyes on the flame that was in front of him.
Hunter: This match meant so much more than you know! The only reason why I want this match against Killjoy is because I knew he would be the one to bring something out of me. He would be the one to make me want to push myself. He would be the one to make me know if I still GOT IT!. The only way you know you have what it takes to be here at EWC you come in here and go up against the next rising star! Which is Killjoy! Killjoy is that man! But The Love Family, you took a great match of respect and twisted it into something! You MADE IT PERSONAL!
Jason smirks a bit.
Hunter: Bunny, I have to give you a hand for what you have done! You have done something your father and brother wouldn’t have ever done. You grow balls to send a message but you really should have done your research on Jun Yao. You have crossed the line. So, in order for me to have this match you want it to be 3 on 3 match you got it.
Jason stood up as Jun Yao also stood up off the car with Chris right next to them both. Jason smiles into the camera.
Hunter: It will happen. It will be Killjoy and The Southern Express against... Me and The F.A.M.I.L.Y.....
They open their car doors as Jun and Chris hop into the car but before Jason gets into the limo he has this very dark look.
Hunter: oh Killjoy, Denwa messēji o kakunin suru (Check your phone messages)
Jason climbed inside of the car while the limo driver closed the door behind him once he got inside. The limo driver got in and drove off as the camera pan back and Killjoy’s father's new fishing boat and The Ito Fishing Company building have been set on fire and all you could hear is firetrucks in the distance as the screen went black.
The scene cuts back to Bunny and The Southern Express with Lisa Goldrush, they clearly saw the footage that cut in, Bobby and Jimmy are looking at each other as Bunny glares into the camera
Rose: That was his Father’s Day gift to his pops…
Lane: We need to find him before he sees this…
Jimmy and Bobby exit the screen, off to find Killjoy and Buddy to tell them what has just happened but Bunny stays, she is breathing heavy and looks like she’s going to explode…
Love: You want a war Hunter...well you just got one...see you at Thunder…
She looks at Lisa and storms off after The Southern Express, Lisa takes a moment to collect herself at what she’s just seen, she walks away in the opposite direction of Bunny and the Express, she walks around the corner and runs right into The F.A.M.I.L.Y, who are standing backstage wearing black trench coats with their arms folded looking at the small tv. Luke with his shade on his face looked over at Luna who was wearing her hood over her head with a serious look while Lisa Goldberg walked over to them with her microphone in her hand.
Goldrush: How does it feel to be making your debut next month on Thunder in a 3 on 3 match?
Luke glares down at Lisa as he walks away not saying anything with Luna slowly removing her hood off her head, looking right over at Lisa with a very upset look as she follows after him.
SINGLES MATCH
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
VS Wes Walker
Watson: Just when you think FSW #99 can’t get any bigger, we have a HUGE match right now between Samantha “The Titaness” Hamilton and our very own North American Champion, Wes Walker.
Sydney: despite my earlier comments Tim, I’ve been actually looking forward to this one, Watson. I want to see these two beat the absolute piss out of each other.
Watson: LANGUAGE, CID! We’ve got families watching this one tonight.
Sydney: Well butter my bread and call me a fuckbiscuit. Since when have I cared about kids other than my own?
Watson: Fair point, sir. Let’s throw it to Isabelle in the ring to get this one going...
Starr: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds, she is one of the members of the Shieldmaidens MC. She is... SAMANTHA "THE TITANESS" HAMILTON!
As the actual lyrics of 'You're Going Down' by Sick Puppies begins playing, the Titaness saunters down the ramp. Walking beside her is her husband, Joseph "Orion" Hunter. A sense of determination and resolve can always be found in her eyes. Despite wearing a more stern and serious expression, she's not one to ignore any fans or supporters. Every now and again, she'll give a wave or slight smirk. More often than not, however, the Titaness will stick to her more serious and stoic look.
When she finally gets in front of the ropes, the Titaness slips through the middle and top ropes and enters the ring.
Starr: Now, from Galway, Ireland... WES WALKER!
Pyros hit and "Perfection Through Silence" by Finch begins to play. Wes Walker comes from behind the curtain with the North American Title over his shoulder. He raises it up above his head with one hand and the crowd goes wild. He bows his head and takes in the cheers. Wes puts the title back over his shoulder and walks down the aisle into the ring. He and the title slide under the bottom rope in a quick motion. He passes the title off to the referee after raising it one more time in the middle of the ring.
DING DING DING
Both opponents walk toward the center of the ring slowly… sizing each other up. It’s clear they know each other well after years of working in this business. Hamilton smirks a little as she is just an inch taller than Wes and ever so slightly tilts her head down to meet his gaze. Walker smiles back, unfazed by the intimidation tactic. Walker nods at The Titaness and she nods back. They then lock up and begin to square off. Samantha gets the upper hand first and secures Wes in a headlock. She digs in with her full frame of power and then whips him into the ropes. Wes ducks the first clothesline attempt, but then gets nailed on the rebound with a big boot right to his face. The crowd lets out a mix of boos and cheers as the stoic Hamilton wastes no time getting Walker back to his feet. But as she’s lifting him up, Wes nails a well-executed elbow to her gut and reverses the maneuver. He grabs Hamilton around the waist and hits a monster belly to belly suplex as the momentum quickly shifts in the ring.
Watson: WOW Cid. They’re not wasting any time tonight. This could be a match for the ages with talent like Walker and Hamilton squaring off.
Sydney: Yeah yeah yeah. “How spectacular.” Say whatever you want, Watson. I want to see them really take each other to task. Blood… guts… sweat… tears… they need to leave it all in the ring tonight to earn my respect.
Both competitors get quickly to their feet and start strategizing again. Wes strikes first with some of his classic kicks to the legs. Trying to chop down the Amazon known as The Titaness will be a hefty challenge for him tonight. It’s clear the kicks are landing hard because Hamilton’s face has shifted from focused stoicism to a more pained expression. But just as she shifts her weight to avoid another kick, Wes gets off balance just slightly enough to make room for a big hit. Samantha capitalizes on the wobble in Wes’s step and jumps back to execute a powerful superkick to Walker’s jaw. Dazed and even more off-kilter, Wes shuffles back a few paces as Hamilton hits the ropes hard behind her and carries the momentum forward for a powerful spear. The crowd goes wild as Hamilton flips back her hair and smiles down at the North American Champion on the mat.
Watson: WOW CID! The Titaness is flexing her muscles in SO many different ways tonight. She’s really making a statement against the Champ.
Sydney: I gotta admit… I’m liking the intensity from both of them tonight. This one could end in a lot of different ways. Let’s see if they can keep it up...
The FSW crowd starts to chant Wes’s name as he grabs the ropes and starts pulling himself to his feet. Hamilton looks around and bathes herself in boos as she showboats for just a moment too long and Walker takes his chance. He leaps forward and connects with a huge flying spinning elbow and The Titaness gets knocked back into the corner. But just as Walker is building momentum against her… “Hard Times” hits the speakers and Ezio DeLuca saunters onto the entrance ramp. Wes glances over his shoulder to see what the commotion is and Ezio just folds his arms across his chest. The two men glare at each other for just a split second… but it’s JUST enough time for Wes to lose focus on the matter at hand in the ring. Not being one to miss a pristine moment of confusion, The Titaness nails Walker in the gut with a kick and… BOOM! WRATH OF THE TITANS! Wes is motionless on the mat! Hamilton goes for the cover…
One...
Two...
Three!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... SAMANTHA “THE TITANESS” HAMILTON!
Watson: HOLY MOLY, Cid. Walker took his eye off the ball and let The Titaness take advantage of the distraction.
Sydney: ATTA BOY EZIO! That is how you get the upper hand going into a title match! When's gonna be his turn Tim?! When's gonna be his turn?!
Watson: Well Cid… he’ll get his turn in two weeks at FSW #100 and I, for one, can’t wait to see how that match plays out. These men have been going at each other for weeks and now Wes has a real score to settle. Up next… Carlos Ruiz vs. Killjoy Ito. Stay tuned!
The camera cuts backstage to find Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane walking with Killjoy and Buddy Love, the Express are just finishing telling Killjoy and Buddy what has happened to is father’s boat and business at the hands of Jason Hunter and Killjoy loses it, he clears a table full of food and flips over a table, he turns to Buddy who holds his hands up.
Buddy Love: It wasn’t my idea, I swear Killjoy…
Buddy sees his sister Bunny Love turn the corner and he points at her
Buddy Love: It was her idea Killjoy...she’s to blame!!!
Killjoy turns towards Bunny who sees him and keeps walking towards them, Bobby and Jimmy stand between the two, there to hold Killjoy back if it’s needed but Bunny doesn’t seem concerned.
Bunny Love: Let him come at me if he likes, the truth was it needed to be done, what we did to Jun at FSW #098...it was long overdue and I was the only one with the tits to do it...he was dragging you down Killjoy and you were blinded by loyalty...a debt you felt you owed him from long ago...a debt you had already paid ten times over…
Bunny walks past Bobby and Jimmy and is face to face with a hot Killjoy Ito
Bunny Love: Jesus, right now you want nothing more than to leave the Cow Palace and fly to Japan and deal with Jason and Jun...you would toss EVERYTHING away just to get your hand on them...you idiot…
Bunny reaches out and slaps Killjoy across the face
Bunny Love: THEY WILL BE DEALT WITH IN TIME...and that time ISN’T NOW!!! Right now you need to be here, body and mind, you have a match with Carlos Ruiz, the final ...what did Brock call it, oh yeah ‘challenges’ and so far you have passed with flying colors Killjoy, you beat the US Champion Samantha Hamilton, you beat Prime’s Skittles Loving Technicolor fan favorite El Pablo and tonight you step into the ring with the returning Carlos Ruiz, who’s here just to try and spoil your run to FSW #100 so your head needs to be here, tonight and not in Japan with those idiots. Right now the only thing that matters is you going out to that ring and reminding Carlos Ruiz why he hung up his boot and walked away...you show him that you’ve moved past him...the EWC has moved past him…
Buddy uses this moment to step next to Killjoy
Buddy Love: We’ve come so far Killjoy, my sister is right, we will deal with Hunter and Yao at Thunder, we can’t let them take our focus off what’s really important right now…
Bunny Love: Candy and the FSW Championship…
Buddy Love: It’s why we came here, it’s why YOU wanted to come here, that FSW Championship…
Bunny Love: You are this close to having it all here Killjoy, now…
Bunny places her hand on the area of Killjoy’s face that she slapped
Bunny Love: I’m sorry for that but I needed to bring you back, here...shit can be replaced...maybe Japan has insurance but right now the only thing you need to be worried about is Carlos Ruiz…
Buddy Love: He called our integrity into question Killjoy, my father, mine...yours, the man that quit and walked away thinks we are bad people Killjoy...he thinks that I am taking credit for your success which shows he’s not been watching...he’s not seen what you’ve become, Carlos is still living in the past, when he was important...when he was the Indy Champion, when you were just a Young Lion chasing him and that Indy Championship but Killjoy, you are so much more and Carlos can’t see that because he lives in the past…
Bunny Love: He jumped at the chance to face you because he still thinks you are that kid he met at Prime #043…
Buddy Love: He stood there and bragged about beating you when in fact our father cracked him in the face with the Love Stick…
Bunny starts to hum and breaks into Shaq’s rap...
Bunny Love: Carlos...yo, tell me how my dad’s stick tastes…
Bobby and Jimmy grown
Bobby Rose: Ok, nobody’s going to talk about how someone’s ass tastes…
Jimmy Lane: Seriously there is a line Bunny…
Bunny shrugs and smiles
Buddy Love: He didn’t beat you...our father handed him that G1 win and he’s been walking around, convinced HE BEAT YOU!!!
Bunny Love: Living this lie Killjoy, telling people how he beat Killjoy Ito…
Buddy Love: And we need to change that, here tonight...we go out to that ring and we kick the living…
Bunny Love: SHIT OUT OF CARLOS!!!
Buddy points at his sister
Buddy Love: YES and then we head to FSW #100…
Something catches Buddy’s eyes and he smiles
Buddy Love: You face HER!!!
Buddy points and the group looks as Candy and Lisa Goldrush round the corner, Bunny smiles and takes a step in that direction but Bobby and Jimmy each grab an arm and lift their manager into the air
Bobby Rose: Oh no you don’t…
Jimmy Lane: This isn’t our fight Bunny…
Bobby Rose: It’s Killjoy and Buddy’s fight…
Jimmy Lane: This is our cue to leave...best of luck guys…
Bobby and Jimmy turn and walk away, still holding a kicking and yelling Bunny Love, Buddy smack Killjoy on the shoulder and they walk towards Lisa and Candy
Goldrush: Listen, this isn’t the time…
But Buddy holds up his hand
Buddy Love: Lisa, Lisa, Lisa...we aren’t going to break into a brawl here, that’s so 1990’s...we can use our words just as well as we use our fists and this isn’t the time to square up, no that will be at FSW #100, tonight is about the final prep for that...now both Killjoy and Candy are facing two people they know from Prime, Killjoy faces with former Indy Champion Carlos Ruiz and Candy faces current Indy Champion Jordan Sharpe...a man Killjoy knows all too well and let me give you a bit of friendly advice Candy, call it brand support...Jordan has wanted this match for way too long, he’s had a profession crush on you for as long as I can remember...this is his StrangleMania Main Event, he had a BIG one for you and he’s going to come at you with everything he’s got and then some, you can’t take him lightly...not that I’m saying you are...just you better be prepared to go to war with Jordan because he’s going to bring everything he has to beat you...and we don’t want to see that…
Both Lisa and Candy give Buddy a ‘oh yeah’ look
Buddy Love: I’m serious Candy, we are rooting for you, we want to see you beat Jordan the same way you want to see us beat Carlos…
Now Killjoy gives Buddy a ‘oh yeah’ look
Buddy Love: FSW #100, this needs to be the biggest night in the history of the FSW, for all those that came before us and for all those that will come after us, we...no, YOU TWO need to put on a show, to set the bar for the next 100 episodes and that’s why Mr. Chris Brock set you both up with these little challenges, to get you both in the right mindset for #100…
Candy: Oh why don’t you just cut the crap, Buddy!
Candy cuts in and raises her hand to stop him from going any further.
Candy: We both know that neither you or Killjoy care if I’m in the right frame of mind or not. As a matter of fact, you’d prefer I not be. This way Killjoy will have an easier time beating me. But no matter how tonight turns out, even if I go into my first defense with the worst record possible. I’m still going to find a way to successfully retain the FSW Championship.
Before Buddy can respond, Candy gives him a little push aside. It’s nothing major. Just enough force to get him to take a step back, so she can take a step closer to Killjoy. Neither individual looks intimidated as their eyes lock on the other.
Candy: The best way I can get back at Tommy for what he did to Gabi is by keeping the gold out of your hands. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do in Japan!
Their staredown continues as the scene heads back to ringside.
SINGLES MATCH
Carlos Ruiz
VS Killjoy Ito
Watson: Welcome back to FSW #99! Cid, I am way excited for this next match!
Sydney: Come on, Watson. Don't get your panties all wet for Carlos. He hasn't wrestled in over a year! He is about to be absolute shit in the ring, mate.
Watson: You know what? You could be right. But he is also one of my favorite wrestlers of all time and it will be great to see him in the ring regardless!
Starr: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"Bamboleo" by Gypsy Kings hits over the P.A. System and the crowd goes crazy for the Spanish Luchador! Carlos Ruiz walks out from the back posing for the crowd in his leather jacket that is zipped halfway up, pink speedo wrestling trunks, pink boots, and Maui Jim sunglasses. He stops on the way to the ring a couple of times to take selfies with the crowd.
Starr: Introducing first... making his way to the ring... from Madrid, Spain... weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds... Please welcome back! CARLOOOOS RUUUUIIIIZ!
He slides into the ring and blows kisses to the adoring fans. He smiles as he removes his jacket and sunglasses and hands them to the ringside attendant.
Watson: Carlos is back! What an ovation!
Sydney: Yeah, well don't forget the last time he was in the ring here in the EWC he lost to Nevaeh. And the match before that? He lost his Indy Championship. Carlos Ruiz hasn't wrestled in forever, but it's been plenty longer since his last win!
Watson: While you're right, never count the Spanish Luchador out!
‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the stage and raises his arms into the air and lowers them as the lights also fade out. He jumps up and down all excited 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 Buddy Love runs up and stands by his side. Buddy motions to towards the ring and the pair begin to walk down the aisle to the mix reaction of cheers and boos from the fans.
Starr: And his opponent... from Tokyo, Japan... weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... KILLJOOOOY ITOOOOO!
Buddy climbs up the steps first and holds the ropes open for Killjoy and then Buddy walks up to the referee and offers them a few dollars to ‘keep it fair’ but then laughs and shoves the singles back into his pocket as Killjoy walks to the center of the ring with his arms outstretched and tilts his head back and soaks it all in. Buddy helps Killjoy take off his robe and exits the ring.
Sydney: Meanwhile, while Carlos has been in Spain eating empanadas, Killjoy Ito has been killing it here on FSW!
Watson: Very true. He's seen plenty of success since the transition from Prime. Will he be able to take down a man who has taken him down before?
Sydney: We are about to find out, mate!
DING DING DING
This match went about as expected for the first five minutes. Carlos showed some rust and miscalculated a few moves, as well as finding himself locked in the Ronguguddonaito twice briefly. He was, however, able to get himself to the ropes both times. Killjoy missed a superkick attempt when Carlos ducked. Carlos went for the Spanish Eyes and Killjoy caught his foot. Carlos then nailed Killjoy with an enziguri to finally gain his first advantage of the match.
As Carlos got to his feet, he noticed Buddy Love on the outside of the ring lurking around. Keeping one eye on Buddy and one on Killjoy, Carlos went to the top rope for a moonsault. However, Killjoy rolled out of the way and Carlos hit flat on his face.
Watson: Ouch! That one missed the mark!
Sydney: What did I tell you, Watson? He just doesn’t have it anymore!
Killjoy got up and slowly Carlos got to his hands and knees. Killjoy picked Carlos up into a fireman’s carry and drove him down with a gutbuster. He covered Carlos, but only got a two count. Killjoy then went on the attack and kept Carlos on his back. He put Carlos in a Dragon Sleeper, but was unable to get Carlos to give up.
Watson: Things really are not looking good for Carlos Ruiz.
Sydney: Killjoy Ito has this in the bag, mate!
Killjoy got off of Carlos and released the hold. Carlos rolled over slowly to his knees. He tried to catch Ito with a small package, but Killjoy kicked out after two. Getting mildly irritated, Killjoy pulled Carlos up to his feet and lifted him up and into the Burakkuauto. Killjoy backed away from Carlos and allowed Carlos to slowly recover. As Carlos got to his knees, Killjoy ran at Carlos and drilled him with the Kettei-da! NO! Carlos ducked! Carlos hopped to his feet and Killjoy turned around. SPANISH EYES! Carlos covered!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: Here is your winner… CARLOS RUIZ!
Watson: How about that?! Just like riding a bicycle, huh Cid?!
Sydney: I cannot believe it, mate. Carlos Ruiz was dominated that entire match. How he was able to win, I don’t know.
SINGLES MATCH
Jordan Freakin' Sharpe
VS Candy
Watson: Well, ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our Main Event!
Sydney: Bloody Hell.
Watson: What's wrong, Cid?
Sydney: Well I don't really care for either of these two. Candy is overdone and Jordan Sharpe is a loser from Prime! Can I just call it a night and let you call the rest of the show, mate?
Watson: Absolutely not! But this match is one that has been touted as a "Match of the Year" candidate.
Sydney: BY SHARPE HIMSELF AND NOBODY ELSE.
Watson: While that is true, it could end up being just that. FSW Champion and Indy Champion collide here on FSW #99!
Starr: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall!
"You Ain't Ready" by Skillet begins playing. Jordan Sharpe comes out, wearing the newest JFS Officially Licensed T-Shirt and the Indy Championship around his waist.
Starr: Introducing first... representing PRIME! He is the Indy Champion... JORDAN FREEEEEAKING SHAAARPE!
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 against the ropes or up on the turnbuckle. He holds the Indy Championship up high for the crowd to see.
Watson: Well, Cid. This is going to be a tough one for our FSW Champion. In the past month, Jordan Sharpe has not only regained the Indy Championship BY THROWING DOMINIC SANDERS OFF OF A TRAIN, but he also beat Scorpio on the last episode of Prime. You know... our Undisputed Champion!
Sydney: Look, I don't like this guy. I don't know how he's done it, mate. But even I am impressed.
Watson: And, after all of that, he has come out and said that this is his DREAM MATCH. The one person he has wanted to face off with the most in his career is CANDY.
Sydney: Sounds like some twisted perversion, mate!
"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. As Candy finishes showing off her moves, she stands at the top of the ramp for moment as she points to the FSW Championship around her waist.
Starr: And his opponent! Making her way to the ring from Candyland... please welcome your FSW Champion... 'The Sweet Treat'...CAAAAAANDYYYYYY!!
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 unstraps the title from her waist and shows it off to the cheering crowd as she waits for her music to subside.
Watson: Here is the pride and joy of this brand.
Sydney: Yeah... okay... sure!
Watson: She is the FSW Champion, Cid!
Sydney: Yeah and she is also way past her expiration point! Candy goes back too, Tim!
Watson: Well we will see if she is enough to defeat arguably the hottest superstar in the entire EWC right now, Jordan Sharpe.
DING DING DING
Sharpe soaks in the crowd in his first ever match with Candy. In a moment he has been waiting for, he shakes out some anxiety from his arms. He reaches his arm out and offers a handshake to the FSW Champion. Candy smirks and takes his hand, shaking it out of respect. They back off from each other and then here we go. Sharpe lurches forward looking for a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Candy ducks underneath. She drives a forearm into the small of his back. She grabs his wrist and yanks him back towards her, driving a knee into his lower back. Sharpe then turns and throws a shoulder into her midsection, pushing her back into the corner. He then drives his shoulder hard into her stomach. And again. And again. He grabs Candy by the wrist and Irish-whips her across the ring. He sprints after looking for another shoulder block in the corner but Candy leap-frogs him and he goes through the ropes and into the ring post with his left shoulder. Sharpe falls to the outside grabbing his shoulder.
Watson: That might have separated the Indy Champion’s shoulder, Cid!
Sydney: I sure hope so. End this early, let’s go home!
As the referee begins a ten count. Candy steps through the ropes and goes over to Sharpe. She lifts Sharpe up off of the ground and checks on him before rolling him into the ring.
Sydney: Seriously, the niceness is killing me!
Candy goes for a cover.
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TW-Sharpe kicks out just before two. Candy gets up to her feet and pulls Sharpe into a seated position. She puts him into a chinlock in the middle of the ring. The referee checks on Sharpe for a moment. Sharpe says he is fine and begins to get to his feet. He puts his arms around Candy’s waist and lifts her up, but his left shoulder gives. He drops her back down to her feet. She grabs his bad arm and yanks it up, driving him into the mat with a single-arm DDT. She covers Sharpe.
ONE!
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Kickout by Sharpe.
Watson: This has practically been all Candy so far. The FSW Champion is showing why this is her ring and her show.
Candy gets up and grabs Sharpe’s left arm. She yanks it hard downward. And again. She wrenches it back into a hammerlock while also dropping a knee on the upper back of Jordan Sharpe in a submission move. Sharpe continuously tells the referee “no” when asked if he gives up. Finally, Sharpe pushes up onto his free hand and knees. Candy’s knee falls off of his back. He gets up to his feet and Candy maintains her grip on the hammerlock. Sharpe uses is free arm and swings backwards, elbowing her in the side of the head. A second time. And a third time before he finally causes the hammerlock to break. Sharpe grabs at his shoulder and walks around the ring. He turns around right into a spear from the FSW Champion! Candy covers.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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TH-KICKOUT!
Watson: I tell you what, Cid. I expected Candy to come out on fire, but I did not see this happening.
Sydney: Jordan Sharpe looks like the jobber he is tonight!
Candy gets up and pulls Sharpe up to his feet. She pushes him back into the corner and climbs up to the top. She starts nailing him in the temple with right fists.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Sharpe pushes out of the corner and delivers an Alabama Slam to Candy, dropping her on the back of her head! Sharpe doesn’t make a cover, however, as he stands there and shakes his shoulder out. He reaches down and picks her up with one good arm. He tosses her into the corner and then scoops her up with his good arm and sets her on the top turnbuckle. Sharpe starts to climb and he grabs her, picking her up to her feet. Both of them stand on the top rope. Sharpe hooks her up into a fisherman suplex off of the top rope! Both competitors lay on their backs in the middle of the ring!
Watson: Finally, some life out of the Indy Champion! And some extra encouragement from this crowd!
LET’S GO CAN-DY!
J-F-S!
LET’S GO CAN-DY!
J-F-S!
LET’S GO CAN-DY!
J-F-S!
LET’S GO CAN-DY!
J-F-S!
Sydney: This match is starting to get good, Tim!
Sharpe crawls over and drapes an arm across Candy.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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KICKOUT! Candy kicks out and Sharpe puts his hands on his head. Sharpe slowly gets up to his feet, shaking his shoulder out once more. He grabs Candy and pulls her up to her feet. Slowly, with all of his energy, he drives a knee into her chin. Another slow knee. He hooks her up and lifts her high into the air with a delayed vertical suplex. He drops her down with it and slowly floats over into another cover.
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THR-NO! Candy kicked out again. Sharpe rolls over onto his hands and knees and looks at her. He leans back onto his knees and wipes some sweat off of his brow. He gets up to his feet and Candy begins to get up, herself. Sharpe leans over to grab Candy and she surprises him with a small package.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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KICKOUT! Both wrestlers pop up to their feet quickly in a second wind and Sharpe lays into her with right elbow strikes. He grabs her and one-handed Irish-whips her to the ropes. She reverses. She ducks and Sharpe leap-frogs. Candy drops to her back and puts her feet up to try to launch Sharpe up and over. Sharpe calculates it and drops a right elbow across her face. He gets up to his feet and then lifts her up. With all of his strength and some added adrenaline, he hip-tosses her across the ring. She lands hard into the corner. As she pulls herself to her feet, Sharpe measures her up. He runs at her with The Freakin Boot! It connects with Candy’s face! She stumbles out of the corner. Sharpe hooks her up. SHARPEKNIFE! He rolls Candy over!
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THRE-NO! Candy’s left boot was underneath the bottom rope and the referee caught it!
Watson: Saved by fate, Cid!
Sydney: Thank God, mate! If that bloke Sharpe wins this match then we are all in for some trouble in this company!
Sharpe can’t believe it. He gets up to his feet and grabs Candy, lifting her up. He hooks her up for another Sharpeknife! She battles out of it! She grabs him and nails him with the Candy Cavity Removal! She slowly covers Sharpe!
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THR-KICKOUT! Both competitors are on their backs in the ring. The crowd, once again, gets behind them.
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
Candy begins to stir and is slow to her feet. Sharpe is up. Sharpe swings at Candy with a right and connects. She stumbles backwards. Sharpe runs at her looking for the BFPT! Candy side-steps it and drop-toe holds him into the middle turnbuckle. She rolls him onto his back and exits to the apron. She goes up top! SUGAR HIGH! NO! He gets his knees up into her stomach! He gets up quickly and drives her into the mat with a second Sharpeknife! He covers!
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DING DING DING
Starr: Here is your winner… the Indy Champion… JORDAN SHARPE!!!
Watson: What a match! A miscalculation by Candy cost her the match!
Sydney: I cannot believe it! Sharpe has now beaten Sanders, Scorpio, and Candy within a month! Three of this company’s recent Undisputed Champions!
Candy receives the FSW Championship from the referee once she gets up to her feet and begins to leave the ring. Suddenly, she feels a hand on her wrist. She turns around and sees Sharpe. Sharpe nods his head and lifts Candy’s arm high into the air.
Watson: What a sign of respect from Jordan Sharpe!
Candy leaves the ring. She begins to walk up the ramp and to the back. The referee hands Sharpe the Indy Championship and he lifts it high into the air to the crowd’s delight before exiting the ring.
Watson: What a show we had tonight, folks! And, in just a couple of weeks, FSW #100! The centennial episode! If you thought tonight was good, wait until you see what FSW #100 brings!
Sydney: I am on the edge of my seat, mate!
Watson: You’re not the only one. For Cid Sydney, I am…
Watson is cut off when the lights in the Cow Palace go out. A light blue glow lights up the stage where Jordan Sharpe now is. Sharpe looks around at the light, not knowing what is happening. Finally, after about fifteen seconds, the lights go out and it’s pitch-black again.
Watson: What in the hell is happening? What was that?
Sydney: I have no earthly idea!
The MacTron lights up with the words “THIS ISN’T OVER”. Sharpe stares up at the screen in confusion. Finally, you hear something faint… the sound of a train horn getting closer and closer. Behind “THIS ISN’T OVER” you see a train rapidly approaching. Finally, the train bursts through the graphic on the screen and the loud sounds of a train passing through fill the Cow Palace. Then the MacTron fades to black. The lights come back on a moment later and there’s a figure behind Jordan Sharpe on the stage.
Sydney: IT’S DOMINIC SANDERS!!!!!!
Sanders stands there in an America’s Most Hated t-shirt and a pair of jeans with cowboy boots. He’s got a heavy plaster cast on his left wrist and lower arm. Bandages still cover some of the deepest wounds from the Crazy Train Match. Sharpe spins around quickly and looks at Sanders directly in the eyes. Sanders doesn’t move. He just smirks and begins laughing menacingly. Sharpe, waiting for Sanders to attack, stands waiting. Sanders takes a step backwards onto the ramp. He yells the words “THIS ISN’T OVER!” and snaps his fingers. The lights go back out and the show goes off of the air.
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Wes Walker
Brett Kennedy
Brett Kennedy & PARAMOUNT
Xavier Reid & Megan Treamon
StevieVonWilde
Jason Rayne
TheSouthernExpress & Jason Anderson The Boss & @lunaknight
Ezio DeLuca
Ibuki Ito & _.Candy._
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Wes Walker
MATCH TWO
WRITER: StevieVonWilde
MATCH THREE
WRITER: StevieVonWilde
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Remarkable Mark Keaton
MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Ezio DeLuca
MATCH SIX
WRITER: Dominic Sanders
MATCH SEVEN| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Dominic Sanders
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH
Sarahe Gemini(N/S) Vs Ezio DeLuca
WINNER: Ezio DeLuca
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SINGLES MATCH
Brett Kennedy Vs Robbie Rayder
WINNER: Robbie Rayder (via forfeit)
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SINGLES MATCH
Nightcall (N/S) Vs Mercenary
WINNER: Mercenary
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SINGLES MATCH
Jason Rayne Vs Sebastian Conner (N/S)
WINNER: Jason Rayne
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SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton (c) Vs Wes Walker (c)
WINNER: Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
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SINGLES MATCH
Carlos Ruiz Vs Killjoy Ito
WINNER: Carlos Ruiz
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SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH
JFS (c) Vs Candy (c)
WINNER: JFS
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: JFS
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: JFS Vs _.Candy._
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