FN'R PRESENTS: SCARS AND STRIPES 2020

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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...

»»SCARS & STRIPES 2020!!!««

A FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE PAY PER VIEW EVENT!

LIVE! From Kōrakuen Hall in Bunkyo, Tokyo

7.3.2020
Live From Kōrakuen Hall in Bunkyo, Tokyo
Commentators -
Play-By-Play: Grizzly Duggan
Color: Javier Martinez & Phillip Loydson
Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui
Head Ref: Toyo Yasahiro
Assistant Refs: Mike Michaelson & Pierce Patterson
Backstage Help: Bryan Spade

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Fog spreads throughout the arena, covering the screaming fans as "Another Fight" begins to sound off over the loudspeakers.



"ALRIGHT, HOLD TIGHT
I'M NEVER GONNA LOSE ANOTHER FIGHT"

The fans scream for delight as the MacTron explodes to life. Pyro ignites on the stage.



The camera pans around the arena as fans scream for delight and begin their chants and raise their signs high into the air.

{WELCOME TO JAPAN!}

{EWC IS STRONG STYLE}

{DSR V DD II!!!}

{HAMILTON IS AMAZING}

{SCORPIO IS NOT MY PRESIDENT}

{NEZUMI}

FN'R!!!

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The camera flashes back to the MacTron which shows the current FN'R roster... Ace King, Alex Carbajal, Alexander Shaw, Armenian Beast, Autumn Raven, Broseph Bio, Carter Normandy, Dalilah Ashe, Iggy Swango, Jackie Layton, Jackson Gunner, Lorelai, Melody Malone, Melon Club, Milenko, Modern Crypt, Nezumi Hazama, Phoenix Winterborn, Samantha Hamilton, Samuel McPherson, Saoirse Maguire and Scorpio.

The MacTron flips back to Ace King both of his titles high before flipping to Samantha Hamilton holding her title high before going back to Scorpio who hugs his Undisputed Championship. Scorpio blows a kiss at the camera as pyro goes off. 



And then the camera cuts over to the commentary desk, where Grizzly Duggan stands with a smile. Phillip Loydson sits with a scowl on his face while Omar Martinez is checking his phone. Grizzly sits down, and Omar pockets his phone.

Duggan: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Scars & Stripes 2020. A FN'R Exclusive PPV Event! I am Grizzly Duggan, joined as always by Phil Loydson and Omar Martinez. Hello gentlemen.

Loydson: Man, fuck this jet lag. 

Martinez: Hey Duggan, happy to be here! 

Duggan: As am I. We have a stacked show tonight, starting with two world class title matches in our main event slots. Firstly Dream Sound Revolution Vol 2 take on Diamond Dogs in their World Tag Team Championship Rematch. DSR lost the titles a few months ago at Brawl 555 in the crazy tag title tournament... Can they regain them here? Or are Diamonds really forever. Find out tonight in WarGames! 

Martinez: And then our main event, Scorpio gets his rematch against Samantha Hamilton for her EWC United States Championship. Should she win tonight, she will lock her name into the hat at Night Of Champions... but Scorpio won't be put down so lightly. He has gotten more unhinged since losing his precious US Championship. It's going to be a wild one in a Cage Of Doom. 

Loydson: And what about the rest of the card? 

Duggan: I happen to have that information right here. In our opening bout of the night, Phoenix Winterborn takes on Mean Girlz. After that match Premium Posse get their hands on Melon Club. Following that match Autumn Raven and Cory Bowen will team up against S.T. and in our last mystery bout of the evening there will be a triple threat between Bullet, Delilah Ashe and Nezumi Hazama.

Martinez: That is quite the card there. I cannot wait. 

Loydson: Wait... why do these notes say you won't be on commentary Grizzly?

??: I can answer that one. 

The crowd pops as AC Delaney makes her way to the ring. 

AC: Ladies and gentlemen... At Hardcore Revolution 2020, Ace King was viciously assaulted. On the S&S Go Home Show, our backstage crew were beaten to a pulp. I no longer have the confidence to run this brand. 

The crowd is silent, listening to every word AC says. 

AC: And that is why... effective immediately, I am stepping down as Friday Night Rampage General Manager. But I was able to choose my replacement... and that man is Grizzly Duggan. 

The crowd gives a somber pop as Grizzly stands up. 

Duggan: Ladies and gentlemen, this was a shock... but I am looking forward to rising into this General Manager role, and I have some things planned. Let me tell you that. But enough about me... Let's hear a bit about the EWC Network and then we'll be back. 

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MEAN GIRLZ VS PHOENIX WINTERBORN

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Martinez: One of the matches we heard about earlier tonight is this two-in-one handicap match!

Loydson: The Mean Girlz have been the laughing stock of Friday Night Rampage, losing handicap matches left and right and making no headway. BUT… tonight's the night. They will take down Phoenix Winterborn!

Martinez: That’s right. Phoenix Winterborn takes on the Mean Girlz!

Chriqui: The following is a two-on-one handicap match!

“Girlfight” plays and the Mean Girlz come out from the back.

Chriqui: Introducing first… the team of Gretchen and Regina… The Mean Girlz!

They turn their noses up at the Japanese fans and climb into the ring. They look at each other and share a smile and a wink before climbing the turnbuckles to play to the booing crowd. Their music is drowned out as the sudden guitar opening of "Revelation" echoes throughout Kōrakuen Hall as Phoenix Winterborn saunters his way onto the stage with Marissa Davidson in tow. Tossing the hood of his sleeveless jacket back as the main song kicks in, he looks over the crowd, surveying them as he is introduced to a raucous crowd.

Chriqui: And their opponent… making his way towards the ring accompanied by Marissa Davidson… he weighs in at two hundred and twenty nine pounds and hails from the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois… he is CHI-TOWN'S FINEST… PHOENIX WINTERBORN!

As Phoenix starts walking down the ramp, Marissa is by his side, her arm up resting on his shoulder before he heads up the stairs to the apron. Brushing his feet off, Marissa comes up behind him, sitting on the middle rope to allow him more room to get in. Phoenix nods his head, and slips through, acknowledging the crowd’s cheers while Marissa stands on the apron, clapping for him before catching his jacket he tossed towards her before his music dies down.

Martinez: Phoenix Winterborn has not been happy with the way he has performed as of late. But I, personally, have a feeling that Phoenix is ready for this match and will get what he wants here tonight.

Loydson: Not a chance! Two-on-one and he ISN’T Scorpio or Sammy Hammy! He doesn’t have what it takes.

DING DING DING

The Mean Girlz sprint at Winterborn, trying to catch him off-guard. They ambush him in his corner while the referee tries to take control of this thing. Regina kicks Winterborn in the back of the knee and Gretchen drives her knee into his upper back. Finally, Regina exits the ring and Gretchen works on Winterborn. 

Loydson: What a smart strategy by these ladies!

Martinez: “Smart.” It was cheap as hell and you know it.

Loydson: I will admit nothing of the sort!

Gretchen pulls Winterborn to his feet. She kicks him in the gut and bounces off of the ropes. As she approaches him, she looks for the “So Fetch.” Winterborn ducks the strike and Gretchen falls to the mat face-first. Winterborn grabs her around the waist, lifts her off of the ground, and drops her with a release German Suplex. She tumbles towards her corner and Regina tags herself back in. Regina runs into the ring and sprints at Winterborn, trying to hit him with “Is Butter a Carb?” Winterborn catches her mid-air.

Martinez: This doesn’t look good for Regina!

Winterborn snaps her downward with a powerbomb! Here comes Gretchen. She sprints at Winterborn. Winterborn drills her in the face with a back spinning heel kick… a second… and a third! REIGN OF FIRE! Gretchen spills out of the ring and onto the floor. He walks over to the corner and exits to the apron. He climbs up to the top rope and looks down below at Regina. He leaps… FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX! He stays on for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: Here is your winner… Phoenix Winterborn!

Martinez: Phoenix Winterborn makes very quick work of the Mean Girlz.

Loydson: Who hasn’t?

Martinez: Oh please. You were literally just praising them about seven minutes ago.

Loydson: People change, Martinez.

Martinez: Speaking of people making a change, we go now to...

The feed cuts backstage, and the reception is mixed as the Diamond Dogs, Ace King and Dominic Sanders, walk through the halls of Kōrakuen Hall, presumably discussing strategies ahead of their upcoming Tag Team Championship defence. As they round the corner, the Tag Team Champions find Brian Spade laying in wait, microphone brandished.

Spade: Do you guys have a minute?

The Diamond Dogs look at each other, both showing primarily indifference before nodding silently at Spade.

Spade: Excellent. First off, what is the team’s mindset as you head into this War Games Elimination Match for your first official defence of the Tag Team Championships?

King: Same as every other time, Brian: Try to take over the world!

Ace’s declaration leaves Sanders slightly confused, and ‘The Gambler’ slightly embarrassed as he slinks backward and out of focus.

Sanders: I think what my partner meant is we’re looking to win at all costs. Look, we know full well what Dream Sound Revolution Part Deux is capable of, and we respect it… but there are no friends in war, and there’s nothing harder than a diamond.

Spade: Fair enough. Now, a key theme for tonight is trust, so Ace, I have to ask: Given what happened to you at Hardcore Revolution, not to mention your opponents tonight, who can you tru-

Ace puts a hand over the microphone, an annoyed look on his face; Sanders takes a step back to give his partner space.

King: Will you give this goddamn narrative a rest? The Hardcore Revolution receipts will come in time, but professionally, there’s only one person I need to trust in tonight…

Ace puts a hand on Dominic’s shoulder.

King: ... And luckily, I know I can. When we set out to do this, we checked our respective egos at the door, and all the past battles we’ve fought served as the framework for understanding and respecting each other’s abilities, and if trust was ever going to be a problem, he’d have fed me to the wolves in Toronto… but he didn’t, and we’re standing here as not only Tag Team Champions, but also as Grand Slam Champions.

Ace grimaces as he runs a hand through his hair, his annoyance at the question still coming through.

King: Look, we may not have the longevity of Melody and Iggy as a team, but when we see something we believe in, you bet your ass we’re throwing everything we have into it, and that’s the essence of the Diamond Dogs… Hell, you could put ANY two EWC competitors together, and they wouldn’t hold a candle to us in terms of being battle-tested, because we’ve got enough scars to last a lifetime, and God knows we’ve earned our stripes. Tonight, we’re ready to go to the darkest depths, because we know they will, as well… but only one side wins a war, and so the only answer is to go for the jugular and leave no doubt that the Diamond Dogs are here to stay.

With that, the Diamond Dogs take their leave as they go down the nearest hallway. However, Ace tilts his head and squints at something in the distance, then turns to his partner.

King: I’ll catch up with you in a minute. I have to take care of something real quick.

Sanders simply nods, and Ace heads down the hall at a somewhat brisk pace toward someone just ahead.

King: Hang on!

Ace stops as the person ahead comes to a halt, the crowd cheering as they see United States Champion Samantha ‘The Titaness’ Hamilton turn to face him. She stops pacing, the lone gesture indicating at least a portion of her true feelings at that very moment.

King: Hey, so you’ve learned I’m not the best with technology, but I did appreciate you reaching out after… Well…

Ace grimaces just a bit, but not as pronounced as before.  Sam offers Ace an understanding nod, and the softest of smiles.

Hamilton: Maybe not … well, even that’s not true. I have been in your spot, both in and out of the EWC. Ambushes are never fun to deal with, even less so alone. And they’re worse when you feel like there’s absolutely no one to really turn or go to.

I may always have my sisters, but especially with Darius? I was too stubborn. I wanted to handle him by myself. Worked out in the end, but I realize and understand how reckless that could have ended up going, so …

Sam shrugs.

Hamilton: I figured I’d extend the offer to you and let you know from here on out, it’s not going to be nearly as simple for anyone to keep me from assisting you if push comes to shove.

King: And if there’s anyone who understands loyalty…

‘The Gambler’ takes a look at some of Hamilton’s Shieldmaiden-inspired attire, then offers a subtle nod.

King: But seriously, I do appreciate the message. Not that you’ll need it tonight, but I’ll have your back if anything untoward happens. Rampage has been my home for almost four years, and so it’s nice to see someone else who understands that level of loyalty, you know?

Sam grins at the praise, nodding and acknowledging the Gambler’s words on her stance with loyalty.

Hamilton: Scorpio may think otherwise, but yes. I actually know a shit ton about loyalty, and not just with the Maidens.

Her head turns as she glances over at the camera, winking slyly at it.

Hamilton: This is exactly why I’ve said a lot of times, and to numerous people here so not just you, that fact checks matter, Scorps. Maybe pay more attention to your surroundings - opponents in particular - yeah?

Sam lets out a deep exhale before turning and making eye contact once again with Ace.

Hamilton: I’d like to hope you’re right in thinking I won’t need it. The separation aspect really was a good part of why I chose The Cage Of Doom over any other stipulation, but …

She now takes her turn to grimace.

Hamilton: I won’t put it past Scorpio to at least attempt some bullshit stunt. Still, knowing that much is definitely very much appreciated.

King: You put him down once, and so that…

He hesitates before pointing to the same United States Championship he held for so long, now resting comfortably on Hamilton’s shoulder.

King: ...that needs to stay right where it is.

With that, Ace extends his right fist with a nod. Sam nods, though if one looks close enough, the faintest hints of nervousness have become just a bit more obviously etched onto her face. She gives Ace her own firm nod, agreeing with his sentiment and words.

Hamilton: I do know that. More than most understand. I didn’t keep a four-hundred and sixty plus day reign elsewhere just by looking pretty or something petty like that. I’m ready to start creating my own reign just as impressive as that … if not more so. I think …

She takes another breath, nodding after deciding to heed her idea.

Hamilton: I’m gonna go watch the rest of the night play out. I don’t know how much you and Dominic will need, but good luck anyway. DSR Part Deux is one of the few teams I haven’t tried facing, but I have gone against both Malone and Iggy separately. I know they’re tough, but so are you two.

She bows her head politely to Ace before pivoting on her boots and heading back to her locker room, leaving King to his own thoughts and devices.

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MELON CLUB VS PREMIUM POSSE

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Martinez: Up next we have a clash of pairs looking to prove their worth in the tag division, as the Premium Posse takes on the Melon Club!

Loydson: Carter and Matthews are looking to bounce back into !

Chriqui: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall Introducing first, from a place called Slick Avenue, weighing in at a loosely estimated 755 pounds, the six time Off Television Tag Team Champions of Virginia, the three time nominated WJKV Men of the Year, Jamie Matthews and Carter Normandy ... PREMIUM POSSE!

On the MacTron screen, the words -HERE THEY COME- are displayed as The Boys in the Bright White Sports Car begins, Matthews and Normandy roll out in a white, convertible 1996 Chevrolet Corvette. 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 gangsta 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, 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. Normandy rolls up his sleeves and tries to talk strategy with his partner who's too busy dancing away to notice.

Chriqui: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 320 pounds, they are The Watermelon Kingpin and the Melon Wolf... THE MELON CLUB!

Lights go out, pyros hit and "The Duck Song" by Bryan Oden begins to play. The lights begin to flicker on and off with red and green color to them and out from the back out walks Walter Melon wearing a pink button up suit with watermelon pin stripes. He stands on top of the stage. He finishes his last bite of a watermelon and tosses the last chunk of it out into the crowd. He looks out to the crowd and then rips off the suit revealing his ring gear which is a Watermelon speedo and nothing else and beside him walks Arya Melon. She wears her wolf cloak, a cloak with a wolf head on top of her head. She stands atop the stage shaking her hands out and then cracking her knuckles.

The lights continue to flash as Arya and Walter walk to the ring. Emotionless. Effortlessly Arya leaps onto the ring apron then over the top rope as Walter slides under the bottom rope. Walter pulls a grape from his speedo and eats it as Arya walks to her corner and turns. Walter walks into the corner and perches into his corner waiting for the match to begin. Arya slides off her wolf cloak and stands motionless in her corner awaiting for the match to begin.

DING DING DING

As the bell rings, Normandy starts things off with Walter as they lock up. Normandy quickly gets the advantage, sending Walter against the ropes before hitting a clothesline on the rebound and stomping away at the Watermelon Kingpin. Normandy is clearly enjoying himself as he picks Walter back up, but Walter clocks him with a right hand! Walter is making a comeback as he sends Normandy reeling back with some lefts and rights, but Normandy sends him face first into the turnbuckle before tagging in Matthews. The pair trade off stomps to the midsection of Walter, before the ref yells at Normandy to leave the ring. He complies only when the ref has gotten to the count of 3, as Matthews unloads a flurry of offense on Walter leading up to a tornado DDT off the top rope!

Feeling confident, Matthews goes for the cover...but Walter kicks out just after 1! Matthews is none too pleased as he goes for a leg drop on the head of Walter, who rolls out of the way just in time! Walter picks Matthews up, dropping some hard elbows on the skull of the Flyest White Guy You'll Ever Meet before sending him toward the corner where Arya is standing by, waiting for a tag. Walter makes the tag and Arya is a spitfire as she hits a flurry of her own on Matthews, sending him reeling back before she hits a crossbody off the ropes! Normandy's clearly had enough of this, running in to cut off Arya's momentum...which leads to Walter running in, and chaos ensues!

Loydson: Now this is what I'm talking about! Look at these two squaring off, they're done playing games.

Martinez: But if they don't get things under control soon, this whole match will get thrown out!

Loydson: That's up to the discretion of the referee Martinez, you know this by now.

As the ref tries to bring order to the proceedings, we see Matthews go for a thumb to the eyes of Arya, but the Melon Wolf blocks and rakes Jamie's eyes instead! As Walter and Normandy finally make it back to their respective corners, Arya connects with a roundhouse kick to the temple of Matthews, going for the cover...

1!

2!

...MATTHEWS KICKS OUT!

Arya is frustrated as she immediately tags Walter back in, and he grabs Matthews by the legs so he can't get a tag to Normandy...but Matthew nails Walter in the head with an enziguiri! Walter Melon is rocked to his core as Matthews gets the tag to Normandy, who lays Walter out with a clothesline! Normandy runs to the Melons' corner, knocking Arya off the apron. The ref looks to the outside to check on Arya as Normandy focuses his attention on Walter...who slams a cantaloupe against the head of Normandy! The melon practically explodes upon impact as Normandy reels back, before Walter locks in that anaconda choke he calls Juicy Fruit, taking Normandy down hard to the canvas!

The ref checks on Normandy now, who looks more and more out of it as Walter cinches the lock in tighter. The ref raises Normandy's arm, and it drops to the canvas...a second time, with the same result....but on the third check, Normandy's arm stays up as he wills himself back up to a vertical base! Walter breaks the hold as Arya returns to the corner. Normandy grabs Walter, throwing him out of the ring...but not before Arya can get a blind tag off the back! Arya launches herself off the ropes, but Carter catches her with a right hand to the jaw! Arya is thrown for a loop as Carter gets the tag to Matthews, who catches the Melon Wolf with a Poisonrana and the cover as Walter tries to run in to stop it...only for Carter to cut him off as the ref makes the count!

1!

2!

3!

Chriqui: And your winners, via pinfall... THE PREMIUM POSSE!

Loydson: Good job fellas, right back to the pay windah with ya!

Martinez: And what an effort from both teams here, too! Premium Posse have toppled the Melon Club on this occasion, and are no doubt going to pay close attention to the Tag Team Championship match later tonight to scout who the top of the division will be after DSR and the Diamond Dogs collide!

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The camera cuts up to the balcony inside Korakuen Hall where we find The Southern Express and Bunny Love in the middle of a large group of EWC fans. Bobby Rose shakes his head at Bunny who removes her jacket to show off her American Flag bikini top as Jimmy Lane holds her phone at the ready.

Rose: You know it’s July 3rd back home right?

Love: It doesn’t matter, it’s July 4th here!!!! Hit it Jimmy…

Jimmy hits play on her phone and Bruce Springstein’s Born In The USA plays out. The Korakuen Hall fans, even though Japanese, applaud for Bunny as she starts to dance and sing…

Love:🎵BORN IN THE USA…
I WAS BORN IN THE USA
I WAS BORN IN THE USA
BORN IN THE USA!!!!🎵

Bobby hides his face as Jimmy bobs his head to the beat and the crowd of mostly men cheer her on as she bounces around. Rampage’s own Brian Spade pushes his way through the crowd and works his way to the front to see Bunny dancing around and taps Bobby Rose on the shoulder, Bobby looks up and sees him and gives the ‘cut’ sign to Jimmy who cuts the music just as Bunny really starts to get into it.

Love: 🎵GOT IN A LITTLE HOMETOWN JAM
SO THEY PUT A...🎵 HEY, WHAT THE HELL….

Bunny see Brian Spade standing next to Bobby and Jimmy with the camera crew

Love: I was right in the middle of my 4th of July song…

Brian looks as if he’s about to say something but Bobby cuts him off

Rose: I already explained to her it’s the 3rd of July back home…

Lane: And I tried to explain to her that Japan doesn’t celebrate America’s Independence but...she bought the stars and stripes bikini top and bottoms so…

Bunny points to her top and pulls her shorts down a little to show off the bottoms to whistles from the Korakuen Hall fans

Love: And I’m here to celebrate this Stars and Stripes ppv…

Rose: SCARS and Stripes ppv Bunny…

Lane: How many times…

But Bobby just waves him off

Rose: We are here yes to celebrate Rampage’s ppv but more importantly watch the EWC Tag Team Match between The Diamond Dogs and DSR Vol 2 to see which team we will be facing off against at Parabellum…

Lane: And since Melody and Iggy were so nice to take in our match at FSW #098 we decided to reciprocate and take in their match here tonight at Scars & Stripes…

Rose: And be less high maintenance to GM Delaney...we are willing to sit out here with the fans and not demand a suite…

Lane: Don’t care what the temp is in the Hall…

Rose: We brought our own lobsters…

Bobby and Jimmy both hold out a bag full of lobster meat

Lane: And we like all colors of M&M’s…

But as they are trying to make their point a Rampage staffer walks up carrying a bucket of White Claws and hands them to Bunny

Rampage Staffer: As per your request Miss Love, an assortment of White Claws…

Bunny looks at Bobby and Jimmy

Love: What...I was running empty…

She reaches down and cracks open a Claw

Rose: Well there goes the point we were trying to make Bunny…

Lane: Yeah thanks…

Bunny shrugs as she downs the Claw

Rose: Honestly Brian we just wanted to be in the house to see who walks out of Scars and Stripes with those EWC Tag Team Championships so we can start game planning…

Lane: And maybe do a little scouting…

Rose: But make no mistake about it, whoever leaves here tonight with those belts are just placeholders…

Lane: Because at Parabellum The Southern Express are adding the EWC Tag Team Championships to our resume…

Rose: So Diamond Dogs...DSR Vol 2...best of luck tonight and we will be seeing one of you two teams very soon…

Love: NOW IT MY MUSIC!!!

Jimmy shrugs and hits play on the phone once again

Love:🎵BORN IN THE USA…
I WAS BORN IN THE USA
I WAS BORN IN THE USA
BORN IN THE USA!!!!🎵

Spade: God Bless the USA!!!

He solutes Bunny as she continues to dance

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AUTUMN RAVEN & CORY BOWEN VS S.T.

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Loydson: GOD DAMN THAT BUNNY... WOW.

Martinez: Phil, focus. We have tag team action next.

Chriqui: The following match is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 225 pounds... Jackie 'Bandit' Layton and 'Psycho' Saoirse Maguire.. ST!

"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.

Loydson: ST! Talk about some fiery ladies..

Martinez: These two members of the Shieldmaidens have an impressive resume. Whoever stands across the ring from them tonight is in for a fight.

Chriqui: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 340 pounds... the team of Autumn Raven and Cory Bowen!

'Deadlihood’ by Sixx AM comes onto the PA system, and Autumn Raven comes out from backstage, hanging back on the stage before 'Breaking The Habit’ comes onto the PA system and Cory Bowen steps out from behind the curtain with Dr. Lake at his side. Both of them give each other a wary glance before they head down the ramp. Cory climbs the stairs into the ring as Autumn rolls in under the bottom rope and pops to her feet as the official directs both teams to their corners.

DING DING DING

Cory and Bandit both start the match off, as Bowen looks to power Jackie into the corner. She's shoved into the turnbuckle but before Cory can throw a chop to her chest, she drops down and rolls out of the ring tripping up Cory and sending him down to his back. She’s quickly back into the ring and jumps up, hitting a senton down on Bowen before she hooks the near leg and gets a 1 count before Bowen powers out. Bandit pulls him up to his feet, whipping him toward her corner and tagging in Psycho. Both ladies are in the ring and they begin to take turns hitting chops to Bowen’s chest. Eventually, Bandit gets down on all fours as Psycho comes running from the opposite corner for ‘Air Psycho’! She launches herself off of Bandit’s back but Bowen catches her across his chest, dropping her down onto Bandit’s back with a powerbomb. Bandit rolls out of the ring, clutching her back before Cory gets a chance to shake off the opening assault. He steps back, giving himself room before he grabs hold of Psycho by the mohawk and pulls her to her feet. Delivering a knee to the gut, he doubles over Saoirse but as he goes to climb the turnbuckle, Autumn tags herself in and both Bowen and Dr Lake stare at her in confusion.

Loydson: And here comes the Beautiful Psychopath!

Martinez: Cory doesn’t look too amused, he seems like he felt he had Psycho right where he wanted her.

Raven steps between the ropes, grabbing the doubled over Psycho but before she can make any headway, Psycho drops down and pulls Autumn with her for a rollup! She gets a 2 count before Autumn kicks out and scrambles to her feet, meeting the rising Psycho with a dropkick. Autumn gets down to the mat, wrapping up Saoirse with a Koji Clutch! Psycho fights it, eventually pushing herself up and rolls Autumn’s shoulders back down onto the mat. She gets a 2 count before Autumn releases the hold in order to kick out of the pinfall. Psycho gets to her feet, favoring her neck before she makes the tag to Bandit in the corner. Bandit climbs onto the top turnbuckle, leaping off with a fast missile dropkick that sends Autumn backwards and into the opposite corner. Bandit is up, taking a running start before hitting a back handspring elbow - the ‘Bust Card’. It’s enough to bring Raven out of the corner, and Bandit whips her off of the ropes. Bowen makes the blind tag as Raven hits the near ropes and Bandit leapfrogs the rebounding Autumn. As Bandit drops down, Autumn jumps over Bandit and Bowen is in the ring and doubles over. He lets his partner roll over his back before Bandit is back to her feet and looks for Autumn but only finds a huge boot from Cory instead that sends her down to the mat. He crouches down, sizing up Bandit for Delusions of Grandeur, but Autumn has grabbed the tag rope and tagged herself in once again. The official signals the tag and Autumn leaps off the top rope with Soul’s Flight! She hooks the leg, as Psycho runs across the ring to try to make the save but is fended off by Bowen before the final 3 count.

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via pinfall... the team of Autumn Raven and Cory Bowen!!

The official holds up Autumn’s arm and goes to grab Bowen’s but he pulls his arm back and shoots a look at Autumn instead. She simply smirks, winking back at him in response as Dr. Lake says something inaudible and both he and Cory head backstage.

Loydson: I don’t think those two are going to be vying for the tag team titles any time soon...

Martinez: They might’ve been successful tonight, but not without some hiccups. Got to give ST credit, they had the big man reeling and they almost put Autumn away despite the submission. Those two are one big match away from a huge breakthrough here on the green brand Loydson.

Loydson: If you say so.

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BULLET VS DALILAH ASHE VS NEZUMI HAZAMA

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Martinez: We've got a fantastic triple threat coming up. Nezumi Hazama, Dalilah Ashe, and Alex "Bullet" Carbajal will step into the squared circle against each other.

Loydson: Personally, I don't think that the Bullet or Dalilah has a chance in this one. Nezumi is a vicious killer in that ring. He's so technically sound.

Martinez: Well, let's find out. We go to Emmanuelle Chriqui!

Chriqui: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, coming to you from your darkest dreams and most shameful desires, she is the Sweetest of the Deadly Sins. The Empress of Sorrow. The Last Temptation:

DALILAH ASHE

A purple glow illuminates the arena and a violet mist rises from the stage bringing with it the smell of night shade and roses. The sound of an ethereal chorus echoes throughout Kōrakuen Hall as "Nymphetamine Fix" by Cradle of Filth begins to play throughout the arena.

Rising up from beneath the stage Dalilah Ashe appears wearing a crown of black roses and thorns which prick her pale brow bringing small drops of dark red blood. She opens her arms to embrace the love and hate of the audience, holding them in the long cold embrace of her contempt for a long and uncomfortable pause:

She walks with cold purpose down to the ring, climbing catlike up onto the apron. Languidly she stretches her long leg up to rest on the top rope as she begins to grind and thrust lewdly with open provocation. Seeing the crowds reactions she smirks and laughs at the shock, shame, and frustrated desire on the faces in the first few rows. She looms over the audience like some ancient goddess of lust and death.She smiles down at them, slowly wetting her painted lips with the tip of her tongue and blows them mockingly flirtatious kisses before throwing her head back to wail and cackle at their contempt:

Her war dance done she slides sensually between the ropes wearing an evil expression to stare down the entrance area with a look of naked disdain and nothing but bad intentions.

Loydson: I can never tell if I am scared or turned on.

Martinez: With you? Probably both.

Loydson: Probably.

Martinez: We've gotten used to seeing Dalilah with the Armenian Beast, Phillip. Now that the Beast has departed this company, Dalilah is back on her own.

Loydson: We will see if the kid has what it takes to come out a winner, but I don't think it's going to happen.

"Anjelier" by MUCC starts up, smashing Kōrakuen Hall with the hypnotic percussion and flair. Cascading on beat with reds and whites, the ambience offers the perfect stage for Nezumi Hazama to make his entrance. Stepping from behind the curtain, Nezumi Hazama greets the audience with faux adoration. He blows a few kisses to the cameraman and those at home before settling on the stage. The Rat King rocks to his theme as it hits its stride, and while he does, he waits for the call.

Chriqui: Next... making his way down to the ring, hailing from Shinsekai, Osaka, Japan, weighing in at a 201 pounds...he is the "Rat King"...Nezumi Hazama!

NEZUMI starts his trek down the ramp, letting his limbs fly free, captivated by the tune ushering him in. He stops on the ramp and beckons for the cameraman to get closer. Obliging his request, the camera operator is unsuspecting to NEZUMI's sudden lashing out. He grabs the camera delicately but drags it close to his face, giving it a kiss, leaving a lipstick stain. He cackles at the urgency to remove it before returning his focus to the ring.

The bizarre hedonist looks at the ring steps, disregards them, and slides under the ropes. As the chorus of "Anjelier" flares again, Nezumi Hazama arches his back into the ring mat. He sprawls out, massaging it before getting to his feet with a strangely seductive essence. After licking his lips, NEZUMI drags a thumb absently against them as he settles in his corner. Eyeing nothing but the ring, he waits for the the last entrant.

Martinez: The Rat King is back in action here and boy is he dominant.

Loydson: Like I said earlier. There's not a chance in hell he loses this match.

Martinez: Don't count the other two out, Phillip. The Bullet and Dalilah Ashe are both very talented.

The lights dim and the Shieldmaidens' motto “Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!” comes over the MacTron as guitar stabs ring out. Concrete Blonde’s “God Is A Bullet” starts up in earnest and Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire and Katrina "Knox" Knox walk out seemingly leading the way for their sixth sister.

Chriqui: And their opponent... from Medellín, Colombia... representing the Shieldmaidens... Alex "Bullet" Carbajal!

Alex “Bullet” Carbajal makes her way out in a full length boxing robe, ready for war. The Shieldmaidens make their way to the ring and Bullet steps in, starting to shadowbox the second she steps in. She raises her hands into the air and then nods, ready to go.

Martinez: You know, these Shieldmaidens have struggled, aside from Samantha Hamilton. But you've got to appreciate how they keep chugging and chugging.

Loydson: If that's what you call it.

Martinez: The Bullet is due for one, I can feel it.

DING DING DING

Nezumi and Ashe both charge Bullet. Nezumi drills her in the side of the head with a flying forearm strike while Ashe goes low with a dropkick to Bullet’s kneecap. Bullet hits the ground in the corner.

Martinez: Look at that crap. Right out of the gate these two are going after the fan favorite in an ambush!

Loydson: I love it! Keep it up!

The alliance doesn’t last long, as Ashe turns her attention to Nezumi and drills him in the stomach with a knee. He grabs Nezuma by the wrist and Irish-whips him to the opposite corner. Ashe follows him and back-handsprings into an elbow strike. She sprints at Bullet, who is up in the other corner, and back-handsprings into another elbow strike. She sees Nezumi walk out of the corner and she grabs him. She hooks him up, looking for the jumping piledriver, but Nezumi hunkers down and reverses it into an Alabama Slam. Bullet sprints out of the corner and explodes through Nezumi with a clothesline. Bullet goes for a cover on Ashe.

ONE!
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T-kickout quickly after two.

Bullet grabs Ashe’s arm and rolls her over before putting Ashe in a Fujiwara Armbar. Before much damage can be done, Nezumi is up to his feet and stomps on Bullet’s upper back. The hold breaks. Nezumi picks Bullet up and tosses her through the ropes and to the outside. He moves his attention to Dalilah Ashe. He lifts her up and drives her down with a fisherman’s neckbreaker. He makes a cover.

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Kickout by Ashe.

Martinez: This is some fast-paced action, Phillip.

Loydson: No one has been quite able to get an advantage.

Nezumi lifts Ashe to her feet. Ashe drops down to a knee and delivers a low-blow to Nezumi, who drops to the mat in pain.

Martinez: Well, there is no disqualification so anything is legal.

Bullet slides into the ring. She grabs Ashe by the hair and drills her with the Sweating Bullets!

Martinez: WOW! What in the world did we just see?

Loydson: I couldn’t even tell you!

Bullet covers Ashe.

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TWO!!
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Broken up by Nezumi. Bullet gets to her feet quickly and grabs Nezumi by the wrist. She pulls him in closely for the Dios Es Una Bala but Nezumi ducks it. He lifts her up into a belly-to-back suplex and down to the mat. Nezumi gets up to his feet and picks Ashe up off of the ground. Ashe breaks his grip, kicks Nezumi in the gut, and DDTs him to the mat. She covers Nezumi.

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TWO!!
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Broken up by Bullet. Bullet and Ashe both get to their feet and start to slug it out. Nezumi rolls out of the ring and shakes his head to get the cobwebs out. Ashe dumps Bullet out of the ring right at Nezumi’s feet. Nezumi kicks her in the head for good measure. He then reaches down and grabs some microphone cords at ringside and wraps them around Bullet’s neck.

Martinez: He wants to choke her out with the cables!

Loydson: That’s exactly what he’s going to do!

Ashe exits the ring and lines Bullet up and goes for a roundhouse kick. Bullet uses all the strength she can to pull Nezumi in the way and Nezumi gets drilled with the kick. He drops to the floor and lets go of the cords. Bullet kicks Ashe in the stomach and then pushes her hard into the ring post. Bullet grabs Ashe and rolls her into the ring. Bullet slides in and covers Ashe.

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Kickout!

Nezumi reaches under the ring and grabs a steel chair. He slides into the ring with it. Bullet spins around. CRACK! Nezumi lays her out with the chair.

Martinez: Did you hear that? I think you could hear that echo in Kōrakuen Hall!

Loydson: I love it! I love this guy!

He reaches back for another shot, but Ashe is up and grabs the chair out of his hands. She hits Nezumi in the stomach with the chair and drops it on the ground. She shoves his head under her arm, looking for a DDT on the chair! Nezumi lifts Ashe up and drops her over the top rope and to the floor! He turns around and grabs Bullet. He lifts her up and drops her with the God Breaker! She falls forward and smacks her face on the chair, as well. Nezumi rolls Bullet over and covers her.

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Ashe slides back into the ring…
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THREE!!!

Loydson: She’s too late!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: Here is your winner... NEZUMI HAZAMA!

Loydson: Oh yeah! Who was right and who was wrong? Still feel like Bullet is due for one, Martinez? HAHA!

Martinez: Yeah, yeah. Nezumi sure was impressive bringing that steel chair into the mix.

Loydson: It's all legal! He earned that win, for sure.

"Another Fight" sounds off. Grizzly Duggan makes his way out, microphone in hand.

Duggan: Congrats on the big PPV win Mr. Hazama... and congrats on one other thing...

Nezumi cocks on eye in curiosity.

Duggan: Congrats on being chosen to lead the FN'R Team at Parabellum in an StableWars Brand Vs Brand Vs Brand Vs Brand match. You will be the one tasked with choosing three FN'R Superstars who don't hold a singles championship. You and these three will represent Rampage at Parabellum.

Duggan tips his head to Nezumi who watches him leave. Dalilah Ashe is up the ramp and is following Duggan, hot on his heels. Bullet limps to the back through the side entrance.

[FN'R]

DREAM SOUND REVOLUTION VOL TWO VS DIAMOND DOGS

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Martinez: Guys, I am excited about this one.

Loydson: "Guys?" It's still just me, you idiot.

Martinez: Of course. I keep forgetting. I am too used to having Grizz here with us. Anyway, this next match will be a heck of a lot of fun, Phillip.

Loydson: I will actually agree with you. A regular WarGames match gets me pumped up... but this is no regular WarGames match!

Martinez: You said it. This is only two-on-two. Two rings. Tag Team Championships on the line. AND, in a twist we learned about earlier today... You tell them, Phillip.

Loydson: THIS IS ELIMINATION STYLE!

Martinez: That's right! We will start off one-on-one. Then it will be two-on-one. Then two-on-two. THEN it will be two-on-one AGAIN. 

Loydson: And then it could end two-on-zero OR go to a one-on-one match again.

Martinez: This unconventional method of running the WarGames match brings new life and excitement to the match itself.

Loydson: Not to mention those sexy Dream Sound girls will be out here!

Martinez: Yes, it is Dream Sound Revolution Part Two looking to reclaim the Tag Team Championships against the current Champions, the Diamond Dogs!

Loydson: The dynamic of this match is so mind-boggling to me. Three members of America's Most Hated, two on one side and one on the other. "The Gambler" Ace King, someone who we NEVER expected to see on the same side as Dominic Sanders. Three former Undisputed Champions. The current X-Division Champion. There is so, so much to digest in this match.

Martinez: Well, let's not waste any more time. Let's take it to Emmanuelle Chriqui, who is standing outside of the giant cage!

Chriqui: The following contest is the WarGames Elimination Match! AND it is for the EWC Tag Team Championships! The rules are as follows: One member from each team will begin inside of Ring #1. After five minutes, a participant from one of the teams will enter the structure. Five minutes later, the last remaining participant will enter the cage. That is when the match officially begins. An elimination can only occur via submission or knockout ONLY. This match will continue until one team has been completely eliminated.

"Rock Show" by Halestorm begins playing throughout Kōrakuen Hall.

Little girl
You like it loud
Come alive in the middle of a crowd
You wanna scream
You wanna shout
Get excited when the lights go down

On cue, the lights in Kōrakuen Hall dim.

At the rock show
You'll be right in the front row
Heart and soul, they both know
It’s where you gotta be

After these lyrics, Melody Malone and Iggy Swango make their way out from the back to a fairly positive reception. They both stand at the top of the stage with aviators on their faces and they nod their heads and high five at the top of the ramp before they look at the secondary cage on the stage.

Chriqui: Introducing first the challengers... weighing in at a combined two hundred and ninety-three pounds... the team of IGGY SWANGO AND MELODY MALONE... THE EVEN FOXIER LADIES OF DREAM SOUND REVOLUTION: PART DEUX!!!

They talk for a second and high five once more before Iggy turns and walks down the ramp. Melody steps into the cage on the stage and Referee Yasahiro closes it behind her. Swango steps up into the structure and raises the horns into the air, looking out at the crowd.

She gets a decent pop as she takes off her leather jacket and paces the ring a bit. 

Martinez: These two held the Tag Team Championships for 224 days, Phillip. You know that they would love nothing more than to get those titles back around their waists.

Loydson: This is true. And as hot as they already are, they'll look even hotter with some gold around their waist!

Martinez: Do you ever give it up, Phillip?

Loydson: Not if I don't have to!

Martinez: Well, let's not forget these two teams met in the Finals of the Tag Team Championship tournament back on Brawl 555. The established Champions went down at the hands of the newly-formed Diamond Dogs. And we have not seen the Diamond Dogs in action ever since.

Loydson: Well, there are good reasons for that. When you get thrown off of a train your body doesn't just heal itself.

Pyro goes off up and down the ramp while "Ace of Diamonds" begins playing. Frenetic red, white, and blue spotlights pulse through the building before fixating on the ramp.

Chriqui: Their opponents... Weighing in at a combined five hundred and five pounds... The EWC X-Division Champion Ace King... Dominic Sanders... THE EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!... THE DIAMOND DOGS!!!

There's a huge explosion at the top of the ramp and the crowd gives a loud mixed reaction as Ace King and Dominic Sanders slowly emerge through the smoke of the pyro and into the spotlights. They stay for a few seconds before each takes a deep breath and hold up their Tag Team Championships. Cora Whittaker stands behind Sanders. Their eyes lock on the ring where Swango is and then to the cage on the stage where Malone is. Malone gives them a smirk. Sanders removes his hoodie, sliding it over the hard-plaster cast on his left wrist. A wrap still covers his ribcage and his once-swollen black eye is now relieved. King nods to Sanders and then heads for the ring.

Martinez: Looks like it will be Iggy Swango and Ace King starting us off!

Loydson: Damnit. Why can't we get more Melody Malone?!

He stops for a couple of seconds at the end of the ramp and then moves over to the entrance of the structure. King slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. He spins up onto one knee and stares out into the crowd before getting to his feet and getting his game face on.

Ace moves over to the corner as Sanders steps into the cage on the stage. Yasahiro closes the door to Sanders' cage. Cora stands on the outside of the cage, although getting a little chatty with her friend Melody Malone on the other side of the stage.

Martinez: This is about to be a very good match, but one has to wonder how healthy Dominic Sanders is. The Diamond Dogs appear to be operating at a bit of a handicap.

Loydson: Which is unfortunate. This match under full-health would be completely amazing. But, unfortunately, we will not see that here tonight.

Referee Pierce Patterson closes the door to the giant cage and Ace and Swango stand with Patterson inside of ring #1.

DING DING DING

The bell rings and we get ready for action. Ace King and Iggy Swango face off in ring #1. Iggy motions to her waist that the Tag Team Championships are coming home. Ace nods his head and keeps his straight-laced demeanor. They back off from each other and each of them shake out their arms. Finally, the two lock up. Iggy holds her own for a moment, but then Ace’s strength proves too much and Ace pushes Iggy back into the corner. He breaks the tie-up and then drives a knee into her stomach. And again. He then drapes her arms over the ropes in the corner. He rears back and drives a hard knife-edge chop right into her collarbone. She bends over in the corner, grabbing her collarbone and feeling the sting. He drapes her arms again over the ropes and delivers a second knife-edge chop. She stumbles out of the corner after the second one. Ace grabs her wrist and slings her across the ring into the opposite ropes. She bounces back and leapfrogs a back-body drop attempt. She bounces off of the ropes again and returns, jumping and driving her rear into King’s face. Ace hits the mat hard and Swango drops a leg across his throat. She stays on the mat and puts a leg-scissors around his neck, cutting off the air flow.

Martinez: Swango looking to cut off the air supply to King to really take the life out of him.

Loydson: You joking, Martinez?! He is the luckiest man alive right now! To be between those thi…

Martinez: NO! Bad Phillip!

Swango continues to clamp down on Ace’s purpling head. She throws a couple of right fists into his throbbing forehead. Finally, after a minute, she releases the hold. She gets up and drops another leg drop on Ace’s face. She walks over to the corner and then runs at Ace, leaping for another leg drop. This time, however, Ace rolls out of the way and she smacks her rear on the canvas. She gets up holding her lower back. Ace gets to his feet. Iggy runs at Ace and Ace olé’s her into the corner. He charges her. She ducks under a clothesline attempt. He stands in the corner. She runs at Ace. Ace grabs the top ropes and gets his feet up into her face. She stumbles backwards. Ace hops up onto the turnbuckle. WILD CARD!

Martinez: Ace King just hit the Wild Card on Iggy Swango, but this match is far from over!

Loydson: Really, it hasn’t even started yet!

Ace slumps himself over the top rope and looks up at the timer. He hears Emmanuelle Chriqui get on the microphone.

Chriqui: ONE MINUTE REMAINING UNTIL THE NEXT ENTRANT!

Ace gets off of the ropes and walks over to Iggy. He pulls her up to her feet and grabs her by the head and shoulder. He pulls her hard towards the cage and hip-tosses her into it! She falls flat on the apron between the ropes and the cage. He puts a foot on her chin and grabs the top rope, pushing her head back into the cage with force.

Chriqui: THIRTY SECONDS!

Ace pulls his foot off of Iggy’s chin and walks over to the middle of the ring. Iggy coughs and lays on her stomach on the apron as she tries to recover. Ace stands positioned to face the stage and Iggy at the same time, prepared for Melody to come to the ring if her number is called. Emmanuelle and the crowd count together.

TEN

NINE

EIGHT

SEVEN

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FIVE

FOUR

THREE

TWO

ONE

BUZZZZZZZZ!!!

All of the attention hits the stage. Suddenly, both Melody Malone and Dominic Sanders burst out of their cages. They begin to run towards the ramp but stop at the top looking at each other.

Martinez: Uh… this isn’t how it’s supposed to work, Phillip.

Loydson: Yeah. Get your ass back in there, Sanders. Come on, Melody! Who doesn’t want to see these two ladies double-team a guy?! Usually you have to pay good money for that!

Martinez: Well, uh… we are on pay-per-view, after all.

Malone and Sanders face each other on the stage. Sanders scratches his head with his cast while Malone crosses her arms over her chest and sighs. They start talking about what they’re supposed to do. Referee Yasahiro looks at them with his arms out in confusion.

Yasahiro: Who won the coin toss?

Sanders: Coin toss? There was no coin toss.

Yasahiro: There was no coin toss?

Malone: There was no coin toss.

Yasahiro: There was no coin toss… okay. Well…

Malone: It’s okay, Dom. Ladies first. I’ll go.

Malone starts to head to the ring. Sanders grabs her arm to stop her.

Sanders: WHOOOOOA hold on. CHAMPIONS first.

Sanders starts to make his way to the ring. Melody grabs his cast and yanks him towards her. He winces.

Malone: You really think it works like that?

Sanders: I don’t know how this works, Melody.

Malone and Sanders stop to think for a second. Finally, Sanders has an idea.

Sanders: I got it. We Rock-Paper-Scissors for it.

Malone: Rock-Paper-Scissors… Really?

Sanders: Yeah, come on. BEST OF SEVEN.

Malone: Seven?! Why not one?

Sanders: One is too few.

Malone: … FINE. Best of three.

Sanders: FIVE!

Malone: FINE… best of five.

Sanders: Good.

Sanders and Melody begin to play Rock-Paper-Scissors. Melody wins the first one, rock over scissors. They tie a second one with paper. They tie a third one with paper. They tie a fourth one with scissors. Yasahiro rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Loydson: We may be here all goddamn night.

Malone beats Sanders with paper over rock on the fifth one. They tie the sixth with scissors. Melody beats Sanders with rock over scissors on the seventh one. She pumps her fist.

Martinez: Well, Melody Malone needs one more win to make this a DSR advantage!

The eighth one comes… they tie with paper. The ninth comes and Sanders beats Malone by scissoring her paper. They look at each other intensely. ONE, TWO, THREE, SHOOT! SANDERS BEATS MALONE! PAPER OVER ROCK!

Martinez: And the Diamond Dogs will get the advantage!

Loydson: … zzzzzz…

Martinez: WAKE UP, PHILLIP.

Loydson: I’m awake. That just was really… goddamn boring.

Sanders smiles at Malone, who turns in frustration and goes back to her cage. Sanders disappears to the gorilla position backstage.

Martinez: NOW where is he going?

Sanders comes back after a few seconds with a duffel bag. He drags it to the ringside area and sets it on the steel steps. During this whole time, Iggy has recovered and is standing next to Ace in the ring watching all of the ridiculous shenanigans. As Sanders reaches ringside, King snaps back to reality and elbows Iggy in the face, bouncing her back to the ropes. Ace rears back and clotheslines her over the top rope into the area between ring #1 and ring #2. Sanders reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He slides it into the ring.

Martinez: Looks like Dominic Sanders is turning this into an extreme affair.

Loydson: He is breaking out the serious hardware!

Chriqui: ONE MINUTE UNTIL MELODY MALONE MAY ENTER!

Loydson: All of these shenanigans have taken so long that we haven’t even had a two-on-one advantage for the Diamond Dogs.

Martinez: Honestly, a bit of a mistake made by Sanders. He had a chance to make this an advantage for his team and he took too long with the Rock-Paper-Scissors and introducing the table that four minutes have passed by!

Sanders grabs a second, third, and fourth table, sliding them into the ring one-by-one. Sanders isn’t done. He reaches underneath the ring and grabs a stack of chairs on a palate. He throws them in one after the other. After four tables and six chairs, Sanders nods his head.

Chriqui: FIFTEEN SECONDS!

Martinez: And Sanders is FINALLY getting into the ring.

Loydson: WITH the duffel bag. Wonder what’s in there. Sanders has lost his mind!

TEN

NINE

EIGHT

SEVEN

SIX

FIVE

FOUR

THREE

TWO

ONE

BUZZZZZZZZ!!!

Melody Malone bursts out of the cage and sprints her way down the ramp. She climbs the steps and enters the ring.

Chriqui: THE MATCH BEYOND BEGINS!

Sanders has a steel chair above his head, ready to bring it down on Swango’s head between the ropes. Malone grabs the chair and rips it out of his hands. She drives the rim of the chair into his stomach and then raises it above her head. She drives it down on his back. Ace runs at Malone and drives a forearm in her face. Swango gets back into ring #1 and runs at Sanders and drives his face into a chair with a bulldog. Ace locks Malone up and lifts her into a hanging vertical suplex. Swango walks over and drives an elbow into Ace’s lower back, causing him to drop Malone. Swango picks King up into a flapjack and Malone drives her knees into his face with the Crowning Achievement! THE DREAM SOUND REVOLUTION!

Martinez: Ace King is down! That one hurt!

Loydson: But, unfortunately for Dream Sound Part Two, pinfalls mean nothing! They’ve got to make Ace submit or go unconscious!

Malone puts King into the camel clutch. Iggy bounces off of the ropes, looking for the basement dropkick to complete the Hold the Line. As she is about to strike, Sanders runs at Swango and lays her out with the clothesline from hell! Malone gets off of King and charges Sanders. Sanders catches Malone and nails the Funky Town, ejecting her into the corner!

Martinez: Sanders has taken over, saving his partner!

Loydson: This is still so weird! I don’t know that America’s Most Hated will ever be the same!

Sanders grabs a table off of the ground and sets it up. He looks back at Swango and Malone; neither of whom have gotten to their feet. He looks down to the ground and grabs a second table. He sets it up and lifts it high on top of the first table the best he can in a cast.

Martinez: My God, what is he thinking? Sanders has two tables stacked in the middle of the ring.

Swango gets to her feet. King is up to his. King grabs Malone in the corner and pulls her to her feet. He drives an elbow into her jaw. King goes to Irish-whip Malone to the opposite side of the ring. Malone reverses it. She follows him and clotheslines him over the top rope and into the middle between the two rings. She waits for King to get to his feet, slingshots herself over the top rope, grabs him by the head, and drives him into the steel piece joining the two rings with a DDT!

Martinez: What a sick thud!

Loydson: That was so sexy!

Martinez: You’re ridiculous.

Swango runs at Sanders. Sanders tosses her into the ropes. She bounces off. SPINEBUSTER onto the canvas! Malone looks at Sanders. She runs at him and looks for the Crowning Achievement. He catches her and drives her down with a spinebuster, as well! Sanders walks over to his duffel bag. He picks it up and unzips it. He turns it over and dumps out the contents: two chains, a pair of handcuffs, brass knuckles, a roll of barbed wire, some bolt-cutters, and a cheese grater.

Martinez: This cannot be good. Sanders is willing to maim his friends in order to keep the Tag Team Championships!

Loydson: You kidding? This just got good!

Sanders grabs one of the chains and wraps it around Malone’s throat.

Sanders: CYRUS TOLD ME YOU LIKE BEING CHOKED!

Sanders snickers as he chokes Malone, trying to get her to quit or drop unconscious. Swango is up and dropkicks Sanders in the face, causing him to drop the chain. King re-enters ring #1 and jumps at Swango, nailing her with the High Roller! Sanders stumbled backwards and propped himself onto the bottom table during this. Malone rolled between the two rings to catch her breath. King gets to his feet and checks on Sanders, who waves him off and says he’s fine. King exits ring #1 and into the center to pull Malone to her feet. Sanders grabs Swango and lifts her to her feet. He picks her up and lifts her up onto the top table in the stack. Ace grabs Malone and picks her up for a Blackjack Bomb! He drives her down on the steel connector!

Martinez: My god! Did you see Melody Malone’s head smack on the steel?!

Loydson: This match has been brutal and we don’t even have anyone eliminated!

Ace grabs his tailbone as he rolls into ring #2. Sanders, on the other hand, is climbing up the cage with one hand! He’s got the roll of barbed wire wrapped around his cast as he climbs.

Martinez: What does Dominic Sanders have in mind?!

Loydson: I don’t know, but it looks like it’s going to hurt either way!

Sanders reaches the top and turns to sit on the edge of the cage. He looks down at Iggy Swango down below. He grabs the barbed wire off of his cast and begins to wrap it lightly around his right thigh. Once he is done, he reaches up and grabs a cable, pulling himself to his feet on the cage. He looks down at Swango and looks out at the crowd, who is hungry for blood. King is up to his feet in ring #2. He sees that Melody has rolled back into ring #1 and is on her knees looking up at Swango. King shouts something to Sanders, but Sanders doesn’t hear him! Sanders leaps off, looking for Titletown!

Loydson: OH MY GOD!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

Martinez: Dominic Sanders just leaped off of the top of the cage looking to nail Iggy Swango with the barbed wire-aided Titletown. Melody Malone got up to her feet and yanked Swango off of the table! Sanders crashed through NOT ONE, but TWO tables before collapsing to the ground. His leg is a bloody, bloody mess!

Sanders lies motionless in the middle of ring #1, blood seeping into the mat. King climbs through the ropes into ring #1 and kneels down at Sanders’ side. Swango and Malone look on with some concern on their face. The door to the cage opens and Yasahiro runs in with some medical personnel and Cora Whittaker.

Martinez: Folks, it looks like we are going to put this match on pause for a moment. Dominic Sanders has been virtually eliminated from this match.

Loydson: I haven’t seen a fall like that in awhile, Martinez.

Martinez: This man just went through a BRUTAL Crazy Train Match only a month ago and then does something like this. Dominic Sanders is fearless, folks.

Loydson: And, possibly, a little bit stupid.

The medics gingerly drag Sanders towards the door to the cage, leaving a trail of blood from his leg. They have a stretcher set up on the outside of the ring. They slide Sanders under the bottom rope and begin to roll him out the door. Suddenly, Sanders grabs the cage.

Sanders: NO!

Martinez: Sweet Jesus! Dominic Sanders is refusing to be taken out of this match!

Sanders grabs the cage with his casted hand, pulling himself up to a seat position. Cora tries to talk to him about letting it go. He shakes his head. Referee Yasahiro leans over in front of him explaining that he shouldn’t continue. Sanders, with a seething look on his face, kicks Yasahiro hard square in the sack with his left foot! Yasahiro drops like a rock.

Loydson: Oh! That was a defiant “no!”

Sanders brushes the medics off, who decide to bail. They exit the ring and pull Yasahiro out with them. Cora exits the ring, as well, and stands on the outside. Sanders looks up at Swango and Malone and pulls himself to his feet. He reaches down and removes the barbed wire from around his leg, seeing the blood pour down onto his shin. He motions to them to “bring it” with his hands. They both run towards Sanders. Ace intercepts Malone with a sling blade. Swango, however, leaps and drives a hip attack right into his face, smacking the back of his head against the cage. He drops to the apron. Swango reaches down and pulls Sanders into ring #1. She looks over at Sanders’ bag of tricks and runs a hand through her hair. She walks over and grabs the bolt-cutters.

Loydson: Oh no. What is she about to do. This man is damn near dead as it is… again!

Martinez: Jesus! She’s going for the cast!

Swango puts her boot on Sanders’ left elbow, pinning his arm down to the ground. She takes the bolt-cutters and positions them on the end of the cast. She begins cutting down Sanders’ arm towards his hand!

Martinez: She’s cutting the cast off! It’s only been four weeks! Sanders has fresh pins and plates in that left arm!

Swango finishes the cut and tosses the bolt-cutters aside. King has since thrown Malone into ring #2 and followed chase. He had Malone in a single-leg Boston crab, trying to get her to submit. However, Malone was able to reverse it into the Queen’s Grace and now it’s King who is in danger. Swango takes a deep breath and reaches down, grabbing a steel chair. She bends over with the chair and shoves Sanders’ exposed arm through the chair, locking the piece of furniture around his broken arm.

Loydson: Okay, I think I’m going to be sick. Don’t do this.

Martinez: Iggy, stop! That’s your friend!

Swango picks up a second chair as Sanders is beginning to stir a little. She huffs to catch her breath as she stares down at Sanders. She shakes her head.

Swango: Sorry, dude.

Swango lifts the chair up high and slams it down, smacking the other steel chair and Sanders’ arm. Sanders screams in pain as he writhes around on the mat. Cora is on the outside with her hands over her mouth looking up at Swango, who seems to be a little distraught herself. Sanders frees his arm and holds it as he shrieks in the middle of the first ring. Malone still has the Queen’s Grace locked on King, but King has made it to the ropes and is trying to pull himself up the cage. Swango tosses the chair aside and reaches down, grabbing Sanders’ broken arm. She drops and locks him in a fujiwara armbar, wrenching back on it hard. Sanders IMMEDIATELY taps out!!

Chriqui: DOMINIC SANDERS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Martinez: My God. It’s down to a two-on-one advantage for the challengers. SURELY, we will see new Tag Team Champions tonight.

Loydson: That’s a high probability, Martinez.

Swango immediately releases the hold. She sits next to Sanders as Sanders continues to scream in pain. Tears of pain even start to come out of the corners of his eyes. Swango puts a hand on his upper back and pats it before getting to her feet. Medics come in again to tend to Sanders, this time stabilizing his arm with an air cast. They bandage up the wounds in his right thigh as they begin to get him out of the middle of the ring. Meanwhile, Ace King has managed to break the Queen’s Grace. He drives Malone down to the mat with a DDT. Swango climbs through the ropes and enters ring #2. She grabs King and spins him around. King drops her with the High Roller instead! King, in pure survival mode, turns and picks Malone up. He throws her hard into the steel cage face-first.

Martinez: Ace King is doing everything he can right now in order to survive!

Loydson: He has no choice! If he doesn’t, the Diamond Dogs are no longer Tag Team Champions!

King walks over to Swango. He grabs her and pulls her up into the House of Cards!

Martinez: Ace King has the House of Cards locked in on Iggy Swango! If he can get Swango to tap out or pass out then this match will be back to even!

Patterson asks Swango if she quits. Swango says “no!” King has it locked in and locked in well! About sixty seconds go by. Malone is finally up to her feet. She begins to walk towards King to break up the House of Cards. A CHAIR FLIES OUT OF NOWHERE AND SMACKS HER IN THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE! The camera pans over to see Sanders still in ring #1 and he is just hurling objects from a seated position into ring #2! A second chair almost hits King. King shoots him a look. Sanders apologizes. Sanders picks up the brass knuckles and crawls over towards Iggy Swango, who is between the two rings trying to escape. Sanders NAILS Swango right between the eyes with the brass knuckles. Multiple referees and medics grab Sanders and drag him back towards the door.

Martinez: Jesus Christ! Dominic Sanders has snapped! He was eliminated and should have been out of here!

Loydson: But the fact of the matter is that he was still in the ring. And we are in unprecedented territory here. We’ve never seen an elimination-style WarGames match. Who’s to say what he did was okay or not?

Martinez: A loophole, I would say.

Referee Pierce Patterson goes over to check on Iggy Swango. He lifts her arm up once and it drops.

ONE!

He lifts it up again a second time and it drops.

TWO!!

Patterson lifts the arm up again a third time. This time it drops dead-weight to the mat with a thud.

THREE!!!

Chriqui: IGGY SWANGO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

King drops Swango’s legs and turns his attention immediately to Malone, whose nose is busted up pretty badly.

Martinez: We’re down to one-on-one!

King pulls Malone up to her feet and drives a right fist into her temple. She throws one right back at him. They trade blows for a moment before King gets the upper hand. King hooks her up. Vertical suplex.

ONE!

He hangs on and rolls into another.

TWO!!

And another.

THREE!!!

And finally, he finishes the Four of a Kind.

FOUR!!!!

King rolls Malone over and drives a knee into her back. He puts her into a chinlock with his hands clasped together. Patterson looks for a submission. Malone says no.

Loydson: Come on, Melody! Get your sexy ass back in this!

Martinez: It’s not looking great, Phillip. At least the staff has finally gotten Sanders to the back and Swango isn’t far behind. This structure now only has three people: Pierce Patterson, Melody Malone, and Ace King.

Malone reaches over to her right. She feels something and grabs it in her hand. She pulls it in front of her and realizes that it’s one of the steel chairs Sanders threw into ring #2. She grabs it with both hands and swings upward, cracking Ace in the forehead with it, breaking his submission hold. Ace drops off of Malone and grabs his forehead, which is starting to leak some blood. Both competitors lay on the mat as the crowd is super into this match. Malone bleeds from the bridge of her nose, possibly being broken. Ace bleeds from a cut in his forehead. Both wrestlers climb over to the ropes. They both slowly begin to pull themselves up to their feet. Malone kicks King in the gut and then grabs him by the back of the head. She drives it hard into the cage. King bounces backwards. Malone grabs him… NIGHTMARE FUEL RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!

Martinez: This could be about it. Ace is down and he might be out!

Malone looks down at the mat and sees one of the steel chains. She sits on Ace’s back into a camel clutch and puts the chain into his mouth. She pulls back on the chain with both hands! She yanks back hard as referee Pierce Patterson checks Ace King. Ace muffles the word “no” as he refuses to quit. His eyes slowly roll into his head and he closes his eyelids. Patterson grabs one of Ace’s hands and drops it.

ONE!

Patterson reaches down and grabs King’s wrist again. He drops it and it falls limp.

TWO!!

Martinez: We are one more count away from Dream Sound Revolution Part Deux becoming the EWC Tag Team Champions once more!

Patterson grabs King’s wrist one last time and drops it. It smacks the mat!!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: The winners of the WarGames match… and NEEEEEW EWC Tag Team Champions! Iggy Swango and Melody Malone… THE EVEN FOXIER LADIES OF DREAM SOUND REVOLUTION: PART DEUX!!!

The cage begins to rise to the rafters. Iggy Swango stumbles her way back down the ramp as “Rock Show” begins playing. She holds the side of her head as she slowly climbs back into ring #2. She goes over and sits on the mat next to Melody as Pierce Patterson presents them with the EWC Tag Team Championships.

Martinez: They’ve done it again! They’ve become the Tag Team Champions for the second time!

Loydson: Hell yeah, they did!

Martinez: They are the first two-time Champions we have seen in YEARS. And that was one hell of a match.

Loydson: My match of the year, for sure!

Swango and Malone celebrate with their Championships on the outside of the ring. Ace has come to and is sitting against the ropes. Dominic Sanders limps out from the back with a huge wrap on his thigh and a large padded soft-cast on his arm. Slowly, he finally makes it to the ring. He looks at Malone and Swango as he walks past them. He stops for a moment and nods his head at them. He walks over to Ace and grabs him, pulling him through the ropes. He puts an arm around Ace and the Diamond Dogs limp slowly to the back.

[FN'R]

SCORPIO VS SAMANTHA "THE TITANESS" HAMILTON

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Duggan: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome me back! Yep, I wanted to call commentary for this one! We are mere moments away from watching what will no doubt promise to be a historic evening, regardless of the outcome. We’re about to watch round two of Scorpio taking on the one and only Titaness! But this time, Scorpio is the challenger, while Samantha is the champion!

Loydson: Remember, folks, we’re in Japan. Not North Carolina. Sure, Sam may have beaten Scorpio once. But he’s definitely gonna get revenge on that traitor once and for all.

Martinez: I don’t agree, personally. Even Scorpio acknowledged Sam’s been on quite the roll since they last fought and … well … he’s not wrong. She has had quite a bit of momentum behind her, and for a damn good reason.

Loydson merely rolls his eyes. Duggan awkwardly glances between his co-workers before clearing his throat and speaking into his own microphone.

Duggan: Well, let’s get this main event going, shall we?! Chirqui, take us away to introductions!

'Hail To The Chief' plays and the crowd begin to boo knowing who's coming out. Slowly the four members of The President's Men, Scorpio's band of bodyguards, march out from the back and line the stage and ramp ahead of the 46th President's arrival. The final one waves the Star-Spangled Banner as the music fades…

Chriqui: The following match is a Cage Of Doom match. The United States Championship is on the line, and it is scheduled for one fall! Escaping will not be an option! The only way either wrestler can win is by pinfall or submission. Please welcome, from London, England by way of Washington DC, weighing in at 205 lbs... 'The S-Factor'... 'The 46th President of The United States'... 'The Baddest Bitch On The Planet'... 'The Commander-In-Chief'... The allegedly 'true' EWC United States Champion AND The EWC Undisputed Champion... SCORPIO!

'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 with the Undisputed Championship in it, 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 S-Factor'' 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.


Duggan: He might be smiling on the outside, but let’s be real. I can already feel the electricity flowing through the atmosphere, and the cage hasn’t even been activated. He’s hungry. He truly is, as he said, a dangerous - and soon to be caged - animal.

Loydson: Hell to the yes! Take The Titaness down, Scorpio! Reclaim what’s rightfully yours!

Martinez: We’ve seen Sam in her share of really violent matches. There are certain factors that are consistently seen. She doesn’t back down. Sam is perfectly fine using other weapons if push comes to shove. And she will absolutely go to town on any opponent once she is in possession of a weapon, sledgehammer or otherwise.

Duggan: Likewise, though, we’ve seen Scorpio possess these same traits. Tonight, it’s going to - ultimately - come down to who can out wrestle the other fighter better. Plain and simple. And that really does seem to be exactly what Samantha aimed for when she chose The Cage Of Doom for her match stipulation.

Chriqui: His opponent, 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 the United States Champion ...... 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. Over her shoulder(s) is the United States Championship. A sense of determination and resolve can always be found in her eyes. Despite wearing a more stern and serious expression, she's not one to ignore any fans or supporters. Every now and again, she'll give a wave or slight smirk. More often than not, however, the Titaness will stick to her more serious and stoic look.

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

DING DING DING

Before any of The President’s Men or Crème can try to enter the cage, the referees lock it shut. Both Sam and Scorpio stare right at each other, finally revealing their weapons of choice to the audience. The crowd pops as Sam shows her bread and butter, a sledgehammer. Scorpio, meanwhile, pulls out … a bat? But not just any bat, no. It's wrapped with lots and lots of barbed wire, only seeming safe to touch near the lower parts of the handle. Samantha flashes The S-Factor a coy smirk, which makes the unofficial President look rather livid with the current US Champion. The Titaness then proceeds to further piss Scorpio off by setting her sledgehammer down. The S-Factor looks down, clearly unable to believe what he just witnessed. He then points to Sam’s weapon, then to himself, as if asking if she’s taking him seriously or not. Hamilton raises an eyebrow and steps to the middle of the ring, holding up both hands as she suggests a test of strength. The S-Factor stares at the United States Champion and at his own baseball bat, and the crowd begin to boo as he draws it back looking to take her out immediately…

But after a few seconds he throws the bat aside too! Nobody’s quite sure how to take it but it looks like Scorpio wants to try his luck at the test of strength. The pair lock up and at first The President gets the better of Hamilton, twisting her arms around, before she grits her teeth and fights her way back twisting his around. Scorpio tries to yank down further and he begins to get the upper hand before Titaness pulls her arms round and twists Scorpio’s causing him to yell out in pain. The crowd cheer every time Hamilton gets the (literal) upper hand and boo every time Scorpio gets back into it. Finally the deadlock between the two begins to break as Titaness pushes up on her tip-toes to gain height and she forces Scorpio down, twisting his arms around even further -- only for the S-Factor to kick her in the gut and break it! The crowd boo as a Hamilton doubles-over and Scorpio throws a few nasty shots at her head and neck, finishing it up with a running bulldog to plant her in the middle of the mat.

Duggan: At the start of this one it’s pretty neck-and-neck right up until Scorpio threw that boot in!

Loydson: That’s the smarts of the rightful and next United States Champion, a true President knows when to get out of a situation…

Martinez: Some might argue that a true President will rise to any occasion and overcome his opponents not kick his way out unfairly!

Loydson: Yes, and we call those people ‘Commie Bastards’!

The S-Factor parades around the ring shouting insults at Hamilton as she slowly pushes herself up. As she gets to her hands and knees he throws a brutal kick at her ribs, and then runs off the ropes and baseball slides into the side of her head to keep her down further. As she rolls over he leaps up with a high elbow drop, before finishing it with a standing moonsault to keep her down. Scorpio straddles the Titaness and screams in her face that she isn’t worthy before throwing a forearm at her head; he then screams that she’s nothing more than a Shieldmaiden whore before he slams an elbow in; finally he screams that she’s an insult to the United States Championship-- but before he can follow it with a shot Titaness slams him with a headbutt! He gets to his feet clutching his nose and screaming about a cosmetic surgery bill as Hamilton rolls to her feet and runs at him looking for a clothesline -- but he cracks her with a big roundhouse to down her once again! The fans boo loudly as the champion hits the mat and Scorpio sneers, getting as close to the electrified cage wall as he dares to have Crème de la Crème survey the damage.

Behind him Hamilton slowly gets to her feet and the crowd cheer loudly as she stares Scorpio down and spots an opportunity to get the electrified cage involved! She runs at him however Crème warns her President and Scorpio dives out the way just in time to stop Samantha from slamming him head-first into the steel. The Titaness stops herself and turns around with a mischievous grin on her face that shouts ‘almost got ya!’ before she lunges for Scorpio and eats a backhand from the President. As Hamilton spins around Scorpio grabs her and tries for a back suplex -- but Titaness manages to backflip out of it! She dropkicks Scorpio and he goes flying forwards towards the cage wall -- but manages to stop himself just in time to a loud “ooooooh” from the crowd. Scorpio visibly takes a deep breath and sighs in relief before he turns around and quickly has to dodge a follow-up attack from Samantha. He manages to stun Hamilton with a knee to the gut before he drops her with a snap DDT, and once more works the United States Champion over on the mat with a few shots before dragging her up and lifting her high into the air with a suplex! Scorpio pulls the Titaness up and rallies her with a few shots before he runs her off the ropes and looks for an early Glitterazi lariat! The crowd are on their feet as The S-Factor throws his arm -- which Titaness deftly dodges with a back-bend, and as Scorpio tries to slow himself down SHE GRABS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AND SENDS HIM FLYING FACE-FIRST INTO THE ELECTRIFIED STEEL CAGE WALL!!! SPARKS FLY AS SCORPIO HITS THE MAT AND THE ARENA EXPLODES WITH CHEERS!

Loydson: That’s illegal! Disqualify her!

Duggan: It’s not only perfectly legal, it’s encouraged! Scorpio was the first victim of the shocking cage wall and it might be over right here!

Martinez: This crowd are going wild for Samantha Hamilton here!

Hamilton spots an early opportunity bring this one to an end as she makes a cover and hooks the leg --

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT FROM THE S-FACTOR! The fans boo as the challenger gets the shoulder up just in time. Outside the ring Crème looks concerned as Scorpio slowly sits himself up and we can see some singe marks in his usually-perfect platinum-blonde hair. He struggles to his feet using the ropes to help him as behind him Samantha Hamilton is getting herself ready, and the anticipation in the crowd is palpable as they slowly begin to gear up with an “oooooOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH”. As The S-Factor turns around Titaness storms across the ring with a big clothesline dropping her challenger, and as he rolls to his feet has slams him with a big running knee to drop him once again. Scorpio rolls himself up again and turns around right into a big boot from Hamilton to massive cheers. It takes him a little longer to get up this time and as The People’s Camp turns around Hamilton grips his head and runs at the corner, using the turnbuckles like a ladder to land a big Shiranui, slamming him down face-first! Samantha raises a defiant hand for the crowd who give her a cheer before he straddles Scorpio and begins to lay shots into her challenger’s head and face.

The crowd are loving this as Hamilton slams strike after strike after strike after strike into Scorpio’s face before she gets to her feet and hauls him up. Hamilton drags the President to his feet and throws a knee at his gut before she drags him up into a powerbomb position. She turns to the middle of the ring and looks ready to plant him down with a big bomb in the middle of the room before she shakes her head and runs -- before launching Scorpio off her shoulders and over the top rope with a powerbomb right into the electrified steel cage wall! Scorpio slumps down in a heap in the small gap between the ring and the cage as sparks continue to fly out and the crowd begin a “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chant (in Japanese of course). Hamilton stands proudly in the middle of the ring as Team Scorpio rush to the side of the ring and desperately try and get him back into it. Hamilton spots the opportunity to amp this one up a notch or two as she stalks around the ring and ringside area opening a few of the boxes. She throws a chair and kendo stick into the ring before throwing in her own sledgehammer and Scorpio’s barbed wire bat. Hamilton reaches into another of the boxes -- and pulls out Scorpio’s hairdryer, Vidal! The crowd boo as Hamilton raises the hairdryer up before she shrugs and tosses it to one side and walks around the ring to where Scorpio is trying to recover from the powerbomb…

Duggan: The Titaness is making this one even more hardcore; it’s time to get the weapons out!

Martinez: And it looks like that damn President has somehow managed to sneak his hairdryer in…

Loydson: That’s why Scorpio is the greatest wrestler in the world!

Martinez: I dare say Hamilton is testing that particular moniker tonight…

As Hamilton reaches Scorpio he’s halfway to dragging himself up using the apron and the Titaness helps him up before tossing him back into the ring. Behind her Crème and The President’s Men begin to shout at Hamilton and she spins around with a fist raised -- and even despite there being an electric cage wall between them all the members of Team Scorpio throw themselves back flinching from Titaness. Samantha rolls herself back into the ring as Scorpio struggles to his feet and she lifts a steel chair, crashing it down on his back as he collapses down to his knees again. Hamilton stands over him and shouts at him that this is her championship and it’s going nowhere, before she goes to bring the chair down on his head -- ONLY FOR SCORPIO TO THROW AN ARM FORWARD RIGHT BETWEEN HER LEGS! The low blow has its desire effect as Hamilton drops the chair right into Scorpio’s clutches and he spins, swinging it right into the side of Hamilton’s head! He makes a cover…

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT FROM HAMILTON!

The crowd cheer as Scorpio shakes his head in annoyance and stares at Hamilton as she rolls over onto her front and starts to get to her feet. He picks up the kendo stick and brings it down a few times on her back before he slams it into her gut and cracks her with a hard enzuigiri to drop her once again. He sets up the chair as if going to sit on it and runs at it, leaping off for a modified springboard moonsault, a chair-aided version of his Lipsync For Your Life! He doesn’t stop to make a cover attempt as he hauls Hamilton to her feet and looks for an early go at the AGR -- but as he leaps Hamilton sends him flying into the mat with a dodge. Scorpio rolls himself up and turns right into Hamilton’s grip as she grabs his throat -- AND LIFTS HIM HIGH, SENDING HIM DOWN A CHOKESLAM INTO THE SET-UP STEEL CHAIR! The chair crumples beneath the President as the crowd cheers loudly for The Titaness however before she can capitalise Scorpio slides himself out of the ring. He’s on all-fours recovering on the ground outside as Hamilton shakes her head in annoyance. Scorpio scrabbles around on the floor and the camera can’t quite catch what’s going on before he gets to his feet and Hamilton leans through the ropes to try and drag him back in -- ONLY FOR SCORPIO TO SWING VIDAL THE HAIRDRYER AT HER HEAD! The Titaness collapses back as Scorpio smirks and rolls back into the ring, his trusty weapon (discarded by Hamilton moments before) in his grip.

Loydson: That damn Titaness couldn’t escape Vidal for long! All hail President Scorpio and his resourcefulness!

Duggan: Both of these two have their signature weapons in here, plus that barbed wire baseball bat of Scorpio’s…

Martinez: Still seems an odd choice, no?

Loydson: Scorpio is a man who learns and that bat is a signature of Darius’, the same Darius who used it to beat Hamilton down at Night of Champions and the bat that cost her a match at Hardcore Revolution last year. It’s a genius mind game!

As Scorpio climbs back into the ring he picks up the aforementioned barbed wire bat and readies himself, stalking Hamilton as she slowly gets to her feet. He has the bat primed and looks like he’s ready to damn well take her head off. The crowd boo as Scorpio stalks Hamilton and as she turns HE SWINGS THE BAT -- BUT HAMILTON DODGES IT AND SLAMS A KNEE INTO HIS GUT CAUSING HIM TO DROP IT. WITH SCORPIO STUNNED SHE HAULS HIM UP INTO THE POSITION FOR HER ATLAS SHRUGGED (WIDOW’S PEAK) -- AND DROPS THE 46TH PRESIDENT FACE-FIRST ONTO THE BARBED WIRE BAT WITH THE MOVE! The crowd roars as she makes a cover…

ONE…

TWO…

TH-- NO SCORPIO KICKS OUT!

The crowd boo as Hamilton takes the kickout in her stride before she looks around the ring and spots her signature sledgehammer. She picks it up and smiles as Scorpio slowly struggles his way up and The Titaness readies herself to try and take this challenger’s head off. As Scorpio turns around she runs and throws a shot with the hammer only for Scorpio to leap out the way and roll to one side. He picks up his discarded barbed wire bat and pushes to his feet with the bat in his hand. He turns around and swings it like he’s batting in the World Series just as Titaness swings her sledgehammer like she’s taking down a wall-- AND EACH CONNECTS WITH A BRUTAL SHOT ON THE OTHER! THE PAIR DROP THEIR WEAPONS AND FALL, COLLAPSING RIGHT ONTO THE MAT BESIDE EACH OTHER!

The crowd are cheering for the action here as Hamilton and Scorpio are both laid out in the middle of the ring. The fans begin to stomp and clap to get them back in it, and slowly the United States and Undisputed Champions begin to show signs of life...

Samantha is the first between the two champions, although barely, to wrap her hands around her weapon. Despite still bleeding from her head, her resolve and determination are still seen in her eyes. She stares right at Scorpio and makes a ‘Come here’ motion, a la “Matrix” style.

Scorpio seems to very happily oblige and charges forward. His right leg is put forward as he throws a Spinning Heel Kick for Sam's head. The Titaness manages to dodge, but that doesn't phase Scorpio. If anything, he uses the momentum while he's still moving and swings Vidal.

That, unfortunately, does not get dodged. The rhinestones on Vidal cause more imprints and bust Sam’s head open just a bit more.

But rather than screaming out in agony or looking like she wants to stop fighting, Sam simply flashes Scorpio a sly smirk. The S-Factor snarls, finding himself losing his cool over everything that has been said and done in front of him. The lack of following up with another swift attack gives Samantha enough time to retaliate with a Superkick that lands square on The Baddest Bitch's jaw!

The audience pops as they watch the United States Champion refusing to give up, even with her head bleeding slightly.

Duggan: Seems like the attempt to get in her head is failing. That very well may cost Scorpio this match, especially if psychological warfare was, indeed, a huge part of his plan.

Loydson: Nah. I'm sure he's got a lot more up his sleeve. One thing we know for sure that The S-Factor is NOT is a one-trick pony.

Martinez: Perhaps, but neither is Sam. In fact, even though she came out with her favorite weapon, her not using it seems to imply Sam has ideas on how to use it in a rather unorthodox manner.

Duggan: I think she’s finally ready to show us what she was going for. Because, clearly, it wasn’t Scorpio she had intentions of breaking with that sledgehammer with.

Sure enough, Sam darts forward, taking advantage of the fact The People’s Camp is still reeling from the Superkick to his jaw. Sam yanks Vidal out of his hands and tosses the hair dryer to the canvas.

Loydson: Wait just a goddamn minute! Is she gonna -- ?!?!

We see the answer to Loydson’s question is a resounding ‘Hell yes’ as The Titaness raises the sledgehammer high up into the air and brings it down, crushing Vidal into a considerable amount of pieces. It’s not quite beyond all repair, but it definitely is of no further use in this fight.

As Scorpio hears the sounds of something breaking, he turns, but unfortunately is too late to stop Samantha from ruining his prized hair-dryer. He audibly swears, the microphones picking up a good number of colorful curse words and other obscenities leaving the Undisputed Champion’s mouth.

To say he’s pissed off would, at this moment, be an understatement. He’s very likely seeing red, and maybe even in a literal manner. He’s so upset that The S-Factor actually stomps forward, either not remembering nor caring that Hamilton is still armed with a weapon.

When she meets his advances with her own and begins to close the distance, however, Scorpio backs away from Samantha. The Titaness glares and nods downward. The Undisputed Champion looks, understandably, confused.

But he follows Sam’s gaze and sees she’s looking at his Louboutins. She then gestures for him to give those up and hand them over to her. Scorpio looks at Sam as if she’s lost her mind.

The Titaness shrugs, as if to insist that’s his loss. The sledgehammer is, once again, dropped out of Sam’s hands. The crowd pops as she lowers herself close towards the canvas … and then lunges forward! Scorpio realizes what she’s going for, but is a few milliseconds too late to get out of the way!

He’s quickly taken down with a massive spear, perhaps in homage to the same man he faced at Hardcore Revolution; Darius!

Sam forces the Louboutins off of Scorpio’s feet and then hastily scurries over to her sledgehammer. We hear Scorpio screaming for her to not dare do what he’s thinking. But The Titaness outright ignores him as the heels are placed beside the broken hair-dryer that he used to recognize properly as Vidal.

Scorpio lets out a livid scream that could easily pass off as a war cry and tries to rush forward and halt Sam from breaking his heels. A Big Boot makes The S-Factor double over and collapse onto the canvas. He tries to hurry forward, looking ready to sacrifice his own body to keep his Louboutins intact.

But … no such fortune is found for him.

SMASH!

The heels are completely broken off from each boot. Sam smirks, looking very proud with herself and her work.

Scorpio isn’t the only one screaming at Samantha. From the outside, Crème is about as distraught as the Undisputed Champion is. The drag queen is tossing questions like ‘Have you no shame?!’ or ‘Do you realize what you’ve done?!’ over, but they’re falling on deaf - or at least uncaring - ears.

Or … they seem to do as much for a bit.

Sam finally turns and faces Crème and offers her a reply.

Hamilton: I fucking warned him that when today rolled around, I wouldn’t give him any fucking mercy!

As Sam pulls the apron up and begins searching under the ring, Crème looks legitimately scared for Scorpio. She screams at The President’s Men, practically begging them to shut the cage off.

Multiple referees move forward to stop them.

In the midst of all of this, Scorpio finally regains himself and turns, glaring a hole through Sam. He takes advantage of the fact she hasn't found whatever she’s looking for and drags her back to the center of the ring. Naturally, Sam fights back, refusing to be pulled away.

But Scorpio is having none of her retaliation at this point. He’s definitely pissed. Perhaps more than he has been this season, if not his whole duration in the EWC. But he is very, very, very furious. That much is clear.

Using every ounce of strength, he slams Sam’s head against the closest turnbuckle, letting her plop back down on the canvas. He straddles her again and resumes throwing lefts and rights, screaming loudly in her ears. The shouts range from ‘HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!’ to ‘I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!’.

And honestly? It looks like even the latter may be more than just an idle threat, with how brutally he’s assaulting and working on ensuring The Titaness continues to bleed profusely from her head.

In order to protect herself, she’s forced to let go of the sledgehammer. Her arms raise and manage to block some of the attacks. Some, unfortunately, doesn’t mean all. And as such, some of The S-Factor’s attacks do still find and land on Sam’s forehead.

Samantha is gritting her teeth. She’s obviously in a world of pain, but she also isn’t giving up. A loud, pained scream resounds from her as she manages to find enough of an opening to throw The Unofficial President off of her midsection.

The crowd pops and cheers loudly for her, trying to help persuade her to keep fighting. Her husband is following suit with the fans.

Sam nods, offering them all a smile, before hurrying and rummaging again back under the ring. Finally, we see what she has in mind. Hints of something wooden are the first things to come into view. And as she opens it up, we see it is, indeed, a table.

If poor Crème wasn’t panicking before, she definitely is now. She wails and bellows at the President’s Men to hurry the hell up and help their President out now, not later!

Scorpio is using the ropes for support and to help him stand up, but it’s all a very shaky process. Even The United States Champion, despite moving quickly, isn’t doing so without her own set of tremors trembling through her own body. But her emotions and adrenaline are keeping her from stumbling or losing her balance.

Soon, she finds another item that she likely took note of, but saved for this moment. It’s a can of lighter fluid! She coats the table in the liquid, not leaving a single inch untouched.

Even Scorpio’s eyes widen a bit as he watches Samantha produce a match and use her own boot to light it up, before hurling the lit match atop the table, setting it instantly ablaze.

The audience is going insane at this point. Some people are even up on their feet as they watch the table get lit up.

Sensing the very clear and present danger before him, Scorpio grabs one of the broken heels and slams it against the side of Samantha’s head. She doesn’t immediately fall down, so he hits her temple again … and again … and again!

Only when she finally slumps down does he let go of the broken heel. He then covers!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR -- NOO!

A shoulder is up! Somehow, even with all the abuse and assault she’s suffered, Sam isn’t out for this fight!

Scorpio: WHY WON’T YOU STAY DOWN?!

The People’s Camp is merely offered a smirk in response. Sam shudders, but forces herself to get up to her feet. She manages to drive her boot back into Scorpio’s midsection, forcing him against the nearest turnbuckle. The Titaness is still shaking, no doubt in massive pain.

But she forces herself to power through every bit of agony rushing through her muscles and body. It’s a bit of a chore, but she lifts Scorpio on the highest possible turnbuckle. And … from there … Defying The Gods (Frankensteiner)!

That is not the last of Scorpio’s troubles, though! He doesn’t land on the canvas! No, no! Sam makes damn sure that he lands RIGHT ON TOP OF THE FLAMING TABLE!

He screams and swears loudly, managing to roll off, but not before his clothes and hair are lit up from the fiery table!

A very loud “HOLY SHIT!” chant is crying out through the stadium from the audience. They are loving every second of the barbaric and incredibly brutal display!

Scorpio is still rolling frantically and, for the most part, has at least ensured he won’t die by burning alive in this fight. What few embers are refusing to die down are still being dealt with. He hears Sam walking, but his focus isn’t on her.

At least, not right away.

The People’s Camp is grabbed tightly, pulled into The Fall Of Man (Hell’s Gate Submission)! But the hold is being strengthened with his own Vidal! More specifically, the cord of Vidal!

Scorpio gasps, trying frantically to pull the cord away from his throat. He quickly feels Sam tighten her grip on it, refusing to make it easy. Likewise, The Titaness maintains her hold on the submission technique. The S-Factor glares furiously at Sam, continuing to fight … but he eventually goes limp.

The referee moves forward and lifts up Scorpio’s arm. It falls once … twice … three times! He then calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

Chriqui: And your winner, via knockout submission, AND STILL EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION ... SAMANTHA “THE TITANESS” HAMILTON!

Sam finally slumps down, allowing her body to give into fatigue and exhaustion from the long fight. Joseph “Orion” Hunter runs right in the cage as soon as it’s unlocked and helps Sam stand up. The camera hadn’t been panned on him, but now we see his eyes are a bit damp from watching his wife put through what can be described as literal Hell.

He speaks softly to her, holding his wife close against him. The Titaness is barely conscious. But, as the referee gives her The United States Championship back, we see it’s enough for her to hold onto the strap she fought her ass off to retain.

Crème, meanwhile, screams for medics to come and hurry with tending to Scorpio. Both Sam and Scorpio are laid atop stretchers and carefully carried out, with Sam clutching onto the United States Championship tightly but proudly against her chest.

The crowd cheers, showing they are very satisfied with what they just finished watching, and not bothering to hide implying it was absolutely worth every yen they paid for being able to witness tonight’s match.

Duggan: Scars and Stripes indeed. What an appropriate name for what we just witnessed. Dear lord! I knew it was gonna be intense, especially with it being a Cage Of Doom fight, but holy crap! This was something else to watch firsthand! And right before Independence Day, at that rate!

Loydson: Feh! That was foul play! Redo the match!

Martinez: Are you kidding, Loydson?! Neither Sam nor Scorpio look like they are in any decent shape, least of all to attempt a second fight.

Duggan: Well, say what you will about Sam or Scorpio, both of these fighters really put everything on the line tonight for The United States Championship. In the end, the night went in favor for Samantha. Thank you everyone for joining us tonight! This will, no doubt, be an episode of Scars & Stripes no one will soon forget! History was most definitely made, no questions asked!

The crowd are still buzzing as Hamilton and Scorpio are being removed from the ringside areas on stretchers. Hamilton goes up the ramp first and she raises a defiant fist to the crowd, getting a loud cheer from the Tokyo fans. In the ring the EMTs begin to slide Scorpio’s stretcher towards the ropes to get it under the bottom – when he raises an arm and grips one of them around the throat! He screams out and Crème de la Crème and his President’s Men slowly help The 46th President to his feet. Scorpio looks exhausted and his legs are trembling as he leans on the ropes for support. He screams at the EMTs to ‘get the fuck out of my ring’ and they quickly depart as the crowd boos. A microphone is handed to Scorpio while he’s still laid on the mat…

Scorpio: Every single one of you needs to SHUT THE FUCK UP…

The fans obviously boo even louder as Scorpio sneers. He is supported by his entourage as he gestures for a microphone. Crème places the EWC Undisputed Championship over his shoulder as Scorpio raises the microphone, his voice shaky and his face derange. His eyes are wide and his posture stooped, the elegant and glamorous Baddest Bitch On The Planet looks like a broken man as he continues to speak.

Scorpio: Once again I went through flaming tables in front of you people. Once again I was beaten and bloodied in front of you. ONCE AGAIN I GAVE MY ALL IN THIS RING AND YOU SIT THERE AND JUDGE ME WITH YOUR BOOS?! How dare you. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU. Do you know who I am? DO YOU FUCKING KNOW WHO I AM?!

He’s screaming at the top of his lungs as he looks around the crowd.

Scorpio: This isn’t a democracy you utter cretins, this is my EWC. Whatever happened tonight I am still your Undisputed Champion. Whatever happened tonight I am still the best wrestler in this company and in the whole damn world. WHATEVER HAPPENED TONIGHT I AM STILL YOUR PRESIDE—

But before he can finish “Coming Undone” by Korn blasts over the speakers.

Duggan: WHAT?!

Loydson: WHAAAAAT?!

Martinez: WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!

SAFE TO SAY THIS TOKYO CROWD GOES ABOSOLUTELY BATSHIT CRAZY AS SCORPIO’S FACE GOES FORM THAT OF DERANGED DESPOT TO ABSOLUTELY STUNNED! HE AND CRÈME TURN TO FACE THE STAGE AS THE PRESIDENT’S MEN BOLT FROM THE RING TO FORM A PROTECTIVE LINE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE RAMP – BUT IT’S QUITE POSSIBLE THE ROAR OF THIS CROWD COULD KNOCK THEM OVER AS THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND HIMSELF STEPS OUT FROM THE BACK!!! IT’S PRESIDENT MAC!!!!!

MAC!

MAC!

MAC!

Duggan: The last time we saw President Mac on an EWC show he was unveiling the very Undisputed Championship belt Scorpio has over his shoulder! It’s been almost nine months!!!

Loydson: Who does Mac think he is interrupting an address by the 46th President of The United States?!

Martinez: A reminder Philip… that’s President Mac…

MAC!

MAC!

MAC!

President Mac has a wide smile on his face as he waves to the crowd and slaps hands with a few of the fans. He stands at the top of the ramp and looks down at Scorpio’s bodyguards blocking his way. He lowers his sunglasses and stares at the group before shaking his head, deciding he’s not going to take them on.

President Mac: I guess my ears were burning… all this talk about a President… well here I am!

The crowd goes wild once more as Mac paces back and forth on the ramp and stage, winking at Scorpio in the ring. The S-Factor sneers and shouts off-mic about the powers-that-be and fixes.

President Mac: The last time I checked it was my office that had ‘President’ etched on it and… one sec…

He reaches into pocket of his jacket and pulls out business card. Mac checks it with a nod of his head before he holds it up to the camera; the image is projected onto the Mac-Tron for all to see.


President Mac: Yep it says it here too! President Mac!

The fans go absolutely insane once more as President Mac stops pacing the stage and instead stares down at The S-Factor. He pauses briefly before raising his microphone…

President Mac: First Victor Price and now Scorpio, everyone wants the title of President, but only ONE of us is an actual President of something that… well… actually means anything. No disrespect to the champ here, I’m sure being President of your very own fan club is an extra-special-post-it-on-the-fridge moment… but even I have to say enough is enough…

The fans cheer the idea of Mac coming to lay down the law.

President Mac: For almost a year now you’ve run your mouth about this place. You’ve blamed the ‘powers that be’ for fixing matches against you and holding you back; you’ve tried to sue the EWC to get what you want; you’ve criticised and targeted the so-called ‘poster children’ when really they’re just talented wrestlers like you who earned the limelight; and to top it all off you’ve declared yourself some sort of President. I notice however that through all this you’ve never refused a pay check signed by me…

Scorpio: Now listen here you bald bitch, I have—

President Mac: Oh kid I wasn’t done speaking…

THE CROWD ALMOST RIPS THE ARENA ROOF OFF FOR THAT ONE AS SCORPIO’S FACE CRACKS. Mac smiles and gives the fans nearest him a nod before he continues.

President Mac: You’ve run your mouth, you’ve lied and cheated and sued your way to glory and gold in the EWC, and here you are still claiming all sorts of crap about being held back or victimised by the leadership of this place. Well, Scorpio, I am that leadership. If you have a problem with the EWC you have a problem with me… and I’d be glad to address those problems however you see fit… that being said maybe you ought to spend a little more time focusing on that Night of Champions main event and a little less time on perfecting the next best tantrum?

He raises an eyebrow as Scorpio shakes his head and directs a tirade of anger and complaint at Crème who desperately tries to console the Undisputed Champion.

President Mac: I was here long before you came to the EWC, and I will be here long after you’re gone from these parts. I eat, sleep, and breathe EWC. Cut me and I bleed EWC. Since 1997 this has been everything I work for and if you think for one second I’m going to let some up-start wannabe President sashay in here and drag my pride and joy’s name through the mud you have another thing coming.

Mac grins as Scorpio crouches and flips hm the bird...

President Mac: I think it’s important that you know this Scorpio… I am more than happy to defend my company… and when I do it will be no restrictions, no limits, completely Extreme.

He drops the microphone to MASSIVE CHEERS as Scorpio continues throwing a fit in the ring. Mac raises both arms to the fans as Crème de la Crème has to desperately calm the Undisputed Champion down.

Duggan: What a way to end this night folks! President Mac has made a huge return to the EWC and he’s done so tackle Scorpio head on! You call yourself a President and you run the name of the EWC through the mud it’s only a matter of time before the one and only Danny Mac makes his thoughts known.

Martinez: It looks like Mac’s return has knocked Scorpio for six – I’ve never heard him so silent on an issue! What an incredible night we’ve had… I for one cannot wait to see what’s going to come of all of this…

Loydson: … has anyone checked whether Mac really is still President? Isn’t there a two-term cap or something?

Duggan: Ignore my colleague folks. Scars and Stripes has proven to be a historic night in the EWC! Congratulations to Samantha Hamilton who retained her United States Championship, welcome back President Mac, and tough luck Scorpio… looks like it’s time to reap what you’ve sown Mr Unofficial President!

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Ace King
Dominic Sanders
Samantha Hamilton
President Mac
Scorpio
Southern Express
FNR

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH TWO
WRITER: MNB

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Melody Malone

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH SIX | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Samantha Hamilton/Scorpio

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RECAP OF WINNERS

2v1 Handicap
Mean Girlz Vs Phoenix Winterborn
WINNER(S): Winterborn
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Tag Team Match
Melon Club (NS) Vs Premium Posse
WINNER(S): Premium Posse

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Tag Team Match
Autumn Raven & Cory Bowen Vs S.T.
WINNER(S): Autumn Raven & Cory Bowen

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Triple Threat Match
Bullet Vs Dalilah Ashe Vs Nezumi Hazama
WINNER(S): Nezumi Hazama

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Tag Team WarGames Match For EWC World Tag Team Championships
Dream Sound Revolution Volume Two Vs Diamond Dogs
WINNER(S): AND NEW EWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS DSR VOL TWO

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Cage Of Doom Match For EWC United States Championship
Scorpio Vs Samantha The Titaness Hamilton 
WINNER(S): AND STILL EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION TITANESS

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: DREAM SOUND REVOLUTION VOL TWO
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: TAG TEAM WARGAMES

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