PARABELLUM 2020

[EWC]

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.

PARABELLUM

Brought to you by EWCTV, Under Armour, PS4 and Dr Pepper

LIVE! from Phuket Island

::Ticket Information:: 

Tickets available at the venue box office, the official EWC website & toll free: 1-800-EXTREME

Ticket prices (in USD): 

$120, $60, $45, $30, $25, $20, $15

Prices do not include service charges or facility fees

PARABELLUM 2020 

Commentators: Marcus Woo, Valentina Gomez

Announcer: Nina Dobrev
Senior Referee: Toyo Yasahiro
Referees: John Dean & Niklaus Forbes
Interviewers: Ace Heart & Pepper Montana

"Bruised and Bloodied" by Seether begins to blast throughout Island as they rock the stage

Video footage detailing historic events over the EWC's Twenty Three year history.

From March 1997 all the way down to the most recent episodes of Monday Night Brawl, Friday Night Rampage, Future Stars of Wrestling and EWC Prime!

Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Danny Mac and Steve "The Predator" Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator, The Rev, Drake, Xplode, Luke Wolfe, Natalie Young, Candy, Ace King, Dominic Sanders, Cyrus Black and Melody Malone all with the EWC Championship.

This is followed by highlights of showcasing current EWC Champions:


Scorpio
Xavier Reid
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
Ace King
Candy
Jordan Sharpe
Ezio DeLuca
Nevaeh
Dream Sound Revolution: Part Deux

The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in Thailand is breathtaking as the crowd is absolutely electrifying in their uproar of cheers.

Spotlights circle around the Island as the thousands of fans in attendance are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans back out showing a full-scale view of Phuket Island and zooms in on some crazy fans. The crowd is rowdy, chanting the company's namesake at such a loud volume that it's a wonder that the music can be heard at all.

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Fireworks emit from all around the Island and then all around the ring! Fans are standing, pumping their fists and raising signs as the camera feed pans to each one of them. One last round of fireworks blast out now, and we turn our attention to Marcus Woo and Valentina Gomez

Woo: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to PARABELLUM! We are coming to you live from the very beautiful Phuket Island in Thailand. We have nothing but clear skies and this is very much a party atmosphere here. My name is Marcus Woo, and this incredibly stunning woman next to me is Valentina Gomez 

Gomez: Marcus I am thrilled to be here today. What an outstanding venue this is. These fans came for the Wrestling but I think this view has stolen the show. Its hard to describe just how magical this is .. I kind of hope this becomes the permanent home of PARABELLUM because I could get used to this

Woo: Indeed Val. What an event the EWC is putting on tonight. The whole lead up to tonight has been this Brand Warfare Main Event, but really, this entire card is packed with exciting match after exciting match. Melody Malone and Iggy Swango see themselves double booked tonight. This dream team has a EWC World Tag Team Championship defense against Southern Express and then must quickly regroup win or lose as two matches later they see themselves defending Rampage in the Main Event

Gomez: I've had this Night of Champions Hype match circled ever since we caught wind it was happening. All eight singles Champions are in the ring tonight, with the MNB/FN'R vs FSW/PRIME pairing. Its an interesting combination, and the best part of all is they will all be seeing each other a month later at Night of Champions in August .. where all of them will be trying to be the one to walk out as EWC Undisputed Champion .. so that dynamic is very intriguing to me. 

Woo: So much buzz surrounding that match for sure Val. Speaking of buzz, there is quite the level of excitement surrounding this Championship Scramble. I mean .. what an incredible opportunity for the winner tonight. You have a mixture of twelve wrestlers, some new, some veterans .. all vying to not just win this match, but go directly on to battle for a Championship .. what a feeling that must be .. knowing that if you survive this match .. Championship gold is just a mere inches from grasp

Gomez: Opportunity is knocking Marcus .. which one of these twelve will answer? The mixture of experience is what really excites me here. Will it be a seasoned vet, will it be an upstart rookie? The winner will Challenge for gold, and based on the brand they represent, they get some hefty choices to choose from. 

Suddenly Coming Undone by Korn begins to blast over the speakers and there is an uproar of cheers as President Mac is spotted making his way across the Island

Gomez: Now that's an entrance .. 

Woo: Ladies and Gentlemen .. give it up for President Mac

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Gomez: Why don't you look that good without a shirt on Marcus?

Woo: Wontons Val .. lots and lots of Wontons 

President Mac makes his way onto the Island and puts on a shirt as he makes his way to the ring

Mac: How beautiful is this setting .. its hard to think of fighting when you look at this backdrop .. its easy to get swept up in this. But here we are .. PARABELLUM

The thousands of fans cheer

Mac: For many years this event has been known as Stable Wars .. and as I look out I see a lot of fans from the events past. I decided to change the name to PARABELLUM as a way to not only embrace the future of EWC but to also show respect and love to our history. Some might claim that PARABELLUM is a name made up by a millennial *winks at the camera* .. and so what if it was .. 'Parabellum' is Latin .. it's the second half of a Latin phrase .. 'Si vis pacem, para bellum' Essentially .. 'if you want peace, then prepare for war'. Tonight .. is a battle .. tonight .. is a war of brands. 

More cheers from the crowd 

Mac: While we all wear the EWC shield .. our Superstars fill up four different brands. Each GM has a strong sense of pride .. and while not every superstar tonight has that same sense of pride for their brand, they all know and understand what this rivalry means. Every sport has its historical rivalries. Teams that hate each other. You can feel that sense of rivalry leading up to tonight .. no one wants to be on the losing side of that Main Event. 

Mac pauses as more cheers and chants come from all around the Island

Mac: We have five incredible matches lined up for you all tonight. I am proud of the work that each every roster member has put into preparing for tonight. I am proud of each GM. All the people who helped make this happen .. truly .. thank you for the help and support. Everyone here tonight is in for a treat. Also special thanks to Seether for performing our theme tonight and the concert they will put on after. Very awesome of them. That's it from me .. I'll be around tonight .. I plan to get a surf or three between matches. So enjoy .. have fun .. lets party 

The fans cheer is Mac leaves the ring and joins the crowd in the sand

Gomez: He knows how to get a crowd going, and he's right .. we are in for one hell of a ride tonight. The evening is anchored by our highly anticipated Main Event. The Brand Warfare Tag Team Elimination match. For those die hard wrestling fans, think of this as Bash at the Beach meets Survivor Series .. because that's what Mac envisioned when he announced this event last year. Well before other promotions copied the idea and setting .. 

Woo: Its true. Well documented too. I think a podcast even talked about it. That being said, BRAWL, RAMPAGE, FSW and PRIME are all being represented tonight. It will be a constant 4-way battle .. until enough people have been eliminated that .. it wont be. Each brand comes equipped with four wrestlers. Each brand a captain that picked his team. So not only will this come down to which brand can play nice long enough to try and win, but it falls squarely on the Captains .. did they pick the right team? 

Gomez: No female Captains eh? In 2020? Maybe next year then .. 

Woo: It's almost time for our first match of this beautiful evening .. we will be back after this message about EWCTV. Don't go anywhere .. this .. is .. PARABELLUM!!

The fans continue to chant and cheer as we fade to the parking lot before heading to the EWCTV commercial

A rental boat pulls into the shot from the right, Carter Normandy gets out of the boat and stretches, Jamie Matthews quickly gets out of the boat also, both men get their gym bags from the back of the boat and start walking towards the camera approaching the backstage area. Carter smiles as he confidently strides alongside his Premium Posse tag team partner.

Carter: Ha-ha! Well, here we are Matthews! The big Paradigm PPV featuring the one and only Premium Posse! The Posse Rides again! That should be the show's tag line.

Matthews: Yo, it's Parabellum, bro. We should be front and center of every show!

Jamie Matthews lets out a nervous laugh and they keep walking in silence. Carter gives him a suspicious glance but they keep walking, Jamie turns a corner into the hallway that leads to the backstage locker rooms but Carter stops, he studies a large blown up poster revealing the Parabellum card before waving Jamie back to him.

Carter: Hey, come here a second Jamie. I fail to see where we are on this card. Want to fill me in?"

Matthews: Oh, we must be on a dark Gambit match bro, they don't put the Gambit matches on the PPV poster.

Jamie lets a nervous smile out then quickly vanishes off to the right while Carter keeps studying the poster.

Carter: What are you saying....? Southern Express vs DSR Vol 2? Waaaaiiiit a second! Waaaaiiit just a second here?! Did we come all this way so you can hit on that Love chick!?! JAMIIIEEEE!!!!

The cameras pull away as the MacTron flickers on showing some live footage from the other end of the boating docks.

The Mac-Tron lights up to show “The Memphis Mouthpiece” Tommy Love and Xavier Reid walking across the boating docks towards the entrance of the venue.

Reid: Listen, just have fun out there tonight, enjoy the moment...

Love: I never thought I'd see the day that Creme and I would be in the same corner and you would be teaming with Sam and Ace...

Reid: The GM's have a real funny sense of humor clearly but it will be nice to not be butting head with them for one night...

Love: And this ceasefire...

Reid: It lasts to the final bell rings...then it's everyone for themselves I guess...

Tommy smiles as he looks at the Love Stick

Love: Then everyone is fair game...

A quad suddenly zips around the corner and nearly clips Tommy as it passes.

Love: Holy shit! Watch where you are going!!

The quad pulls into a spot and out of the drivers side steps Gabrielle Visconty. She fires a smug smirk at Tommy as she pulls her bag from the quad This only infuriates Tommy even more.

Love: I should have known!

Tommy starts towards Gabi Vee but Xavier Reid catches him by the arm.

Reid: 200 feet, Tommy.

Love: Fuck that! I have had enough of her being the victim out of this. She's not innocent in all this...

Tommy shrugs Xavier off and storms over towards Gabi as he starts waving his “love stick”.

Love: Are you high, you nearly hit me, you bitch!

Visconty: 200 feet, buster.

Gabi says through a smile as Tommy gets near.

Love: We are not on Brawl! The deal was I have to stay 200 feet, which is completely ridiculous, away from you at Brawl. This is the Parabellum PPV. I can be wherever the hell I want to be!

Visconty: You come any closer and we will have a Brawl.

Xavier laughs as Tommy points his “love stick” menacingly at her as his face turns red with anger. As he opens his mouth to speak Gabi cuts him off.

Visconty: Maybe we should go take this up with Connors? I am pretty sure he is around here somewhere.

Xavier grabs Tommy’s arm from behind and starts pulling him away.

Reid: Not the time, Tommy...we have more pressing matter...let her have this one...she needs the win more than we do...

Tommy, now realizing that Xavier has a hold of him, starts swinging his “love stick” wildly in Gabi’s direction as he starts screaming.

Love: You’re lucky Xavier was here to pull me away, you bitch!!! You’re not as innocent as you make yourself out to be!

Gabi shakes her head at Tommy's outburst as she shoulders her bag and we head to the EWCTV spot

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Allen Anderson is alone in the locker room dressed in his wrestling gear. He was finishing wrapping his arms up with tape and is drawing a black “X” symbol on the top of his taped hands. Hearing the crowd cheer from outside the locker room, Allen sighed heavily getting up from his chair to execute some jabs in the air. His expression was that of determination mixed with worry, this match has a lot at stake and Allen wasn’t sure that he was ready for the Championship Scramble not without Sandra by his side. Although the two of them do have contrasting views on Allen should approach wrestling, they both care of each other

Allen: Damn it Sandra, why aren’t you here?! Of all the places you choose not to be with me, it’s tonight! It’s the fucking Championship Scramble where I could be at the main event despite missing a lot of time. I could use your advice right about now.

3” heeled knee high boots carried her confidently. The locker room doors slammed open, and in waltzed Royal. Slender fit jeans, with some strategically placed rips and tears, groaned as she moved. Modesty? What was that? Her shirt, a black EWC shirt had been ripped at the hem and tied tightly just under the curve of her bust. She was determined. Long hair, black and brown, had been straightened and some pinned back. She was on a mission. She checked each row, looking. Scouting. She knew he was here. When she finally found who she was looking for… she smiled.

Royal: Alright gents, grab your rocks and cover your cocks. Lady on the floor. Allen? Yo, Allen! Where you at boy?

Allen frowned when he heard someone calling his name, a little upset at the fact that someone called him “a boy” fuming a bit, Allen opened the door and began searching the hallway for the source of the voice. Allen found the woman ahead of him and approached her though he didn’t instantly recognize her.

Allen: Speak of the devil and he’ll appear. But I have to say that I don’t appreciate being called a boy!

Allen stops seeing Royal dressed in racy clothing, his eyes grew wide taking a step back as a blush formed around his cheeks.

Allen: Holy shit Royal?! You- you’re dressed so- Allen is flustered what the fuck are you doing here!

She chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. She nodded at him, endeared by his obvious fluster. She looked at herself in the mirror and arched a brow. She rest a hand on his shoulder, reassuringly.

Royal Ok, sorry. Won’t say that again. ….. What’s wrong with my clothes? Hun, I’m here on business. But, I did hear ya needed something. Yanno, little birdies and all that. What ya need doll? The Reaper is here for you.

Allen There’s nothing wrong with your clothes! I mean it just seems that you’re dressed for pleasure rather than ummm business. And what do you mean Reaper? What’s going on?

Royal (Laughs) Reaper is an old nickname from my MMA days. Look, I was told you needed someone for Parabellum. Escort. Valet. What the fuck ever you want to call it. So, I came. Let’s just say, I’m the fallen angel that answered your prayers. That work?

Allen looked at Royal raising an eyebrow. Who was this lady? Last he saw Royal was at Cambodia. She followed him all the way to Thailand just to be his valet?!

Allen:: Wait a minute….. Did Sandra put you up to this?! I’m confused about all this Royal.

She patted his shoulder. She was paid, very well, and she went where the money was. That’s all. It was a job for her.

Royal Look, I got a phone call, I answered. Money hit my account. My ticket arrived. Bam. My ass is here. Now, if you’d rather take that long walk alone… Have at it doll. But, if you’d rather have some form of stability, someone cheering for you here and back your ass up If you need it… Then suck it up, Buttercup… I’m here.

Allen’s dark skin was a cherry beet red the moment Royal touched his shoulder. Sandra was usually up front with her business. She wasn’t one to beat around the bush like this, but all the other options made no sense. Why would someone randomly bring Royal here just to back up Allen? It had to be Sandra. Allen slowly removed Royal’s hand off his shoulder trying and failing to maintain his composure.

Allen Okay….. Royal….. What do you do specifically as a valet? How can you benefit me?

When he removed her hand from his shoulder, she shrugged. Hands went to her hips now, as she leaned a bit. Eyes watched him as he tried to collect himself. She smiled, softly. She knew he was nervous. She could feel it on the air.

Royal Allen. Ok, look. I have no idea who hired me. Didn’t recognize the voice. But, they told me you needed someone. That’s why I took the job. If you don’t want me, fine. I’ll go watch the scramble. But, if you’re serious, I can tell you exactly what you’re getting from me. I mean, fuck, Look at me. (she motioned to her body and outfit, she was sex on legs.) Not many men can look at me and keep the blood rushing to their brain. Got it? I can do whatever you need. Distract? Gotcha. Flirt. I can do that. Hell, I’ll find a school girl skirt and put in pig tails if you need me to fucking do that. They see you walk down that ramp, with me on your arm, you’re instant Godly. Get it? They’ll worship with their teeth in their hands after you’ve beat them into submission. Best part? You get me to cheer you, to remind you you’re a bad ass, and I’m guaranteed good company and conversation. That’s all. Sound good?

Allen looked away the moment Royal stared at him, it just felt that everything was coming too fast. He had a match in a couple of minutes and he was slowly becoming a nervous wreck. Allen needed a confidence boost from someone, anyone and it seemed that Royal was the only person who was offering even if the surrounding circumstances are shady.

Allen: (sighing) All right, you have a deal Royal. It seems that you spent a lot of time and effort looking for me, so might as well utilize your services.

She grabbed his shoulders and turned him back towards her. She met him eye to eye.

Royal Allen. You’ve got this. This shit’s easy. You know who you’re against. You’ve studied them, right? Their moves. Their behaviors? You’ve got nothing to worry about. Your knee is healed. You’ve grown since the last bout. Hell, you look like you’ve doubled in size from the last fight I watched, alright? How about you focus on the fact, you have many advantages over them. One, for instance. Is me. I’m here win or lose. Down for it all. Fuck those guys, they ain’t got shit on you.

She touched his cheek, wiping a bit of sweat away. Her tone was serious. Her looks… absolutely legit. There wasn’t a single thing Royal couldn’t accomplish if he needed something done. And that’s why she was paid the big bucks. She was serious about whatever job she was doing.

Royal Hell, I’ll stab a bitch if you need me to. (Grin) Just tell me what you want, and consider it done. Yeah?

Allen grimaced a bit remembering his arrest last year. Not his proudest moment and it was something that he would rather forget. The young man once again raised his eyebrows in shock when Royal touched his cheek gulping in the process.

Allen: No need to stab any bitch, I don’t need to be saddled with anymore legal ramifications. I just….. (Allen looks away) Thanks Royal, it looks like you can help me after all.

She slid her arm in his, patting the back of his hand gently. Her free hand adjusted the knot of her top, making sure just enough of her bosom was clothed so as not to penalize anyone, Yet… leaving just enough skin showing to make the crowd salivate. Those crystal blues sparkled in the fluorescent lights in that locker room. She adjusted the wrappings on his arms, fixing a few bumps, smoothing them out. Then she smoothed a few curls of her own hair. She was calm. She was cool. But what Allen needed the most, she most definitely was; She was confident. She oozed confidence and she needed it to flow into him. This was important.

Royal I’ve got you, promise. And one thing you’ll learn about me, I never, ever break a promise. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t good at my job. You take care of business in the ring, and I’ll take care of the business outside of the ring. Parabellum won’t be the same afterwards. (That smile grew wider) You’ll kick ass, and you’ll be the envy of them all. Why? Not only will you stomp their candyasses and stand in glory, but you’ll have me to climb out of the ring for.

Although Allen allowed Royal to touch him, he was skeptical of the whole ordeal. Royal seemed sincere but this whole valet thing just felt off. He’s going to have to ask Sandra about this, clearly she had a hand in Royal’s hiring. Sandra wouldn’t leave Allen with a total stranger right?

Allen: Like I said, thank you so much Royal, I just hope that you not only cheer for me but also get the crowd into it as well.

Royal Al… look at me. Look at how I’m dressed. If that doesn’t spur the crowd into a frenzy… nothing will. Trust me, ok? I’m good at what I do, wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. Oh, before I forget… I ain’t going to hurt you, so relax, ok? (She checked her reflection in the mirror) Now, before we get this show on the road, do you have any other questions, concerns? Anything? We have to walk out there tonight with perfect trust. Any teeny inkling that we’re not and that fucks the game. We don’t have time for story time, but I’ll tell you my life's story another day, but I can answer whatever question you have.

She adjusted her hair a little, in spite of having to reassure him she wasn’t going to bite, she did manage to maintain her composure. The small of her back cast that beautiful shadow so many men find deliciously entrancing. A twinkle struck those crystal blues. She watched him. Royal knew he was a bit nervous, and she wanted to quell that. The match depended on her ability to soothe him.

Allen: (stammering) I-I don’t have any questions well at least one that doesn’t require a lengthy explanation. Listen Royal I was wondering if you could sit tight in the locker room. I’m going to need to talk to somebody real quick okay?

She nodded and sat down on the bench behind them. The Southern Belle in her, ironically, coming out. She sat, her back straight and those shoulders rolled back. Phone whipped from her back pocket, she sat it next to her. Whatever he needed to do to get comfortable and his mind ready, she’d be here. Waiting.

Royal No problem, doll. But, don’t be late for your big curtain call.

Allen quickly checked the clock smiling a bit realizing that he had plenty of time before the Championship Scramble. He saw Royal sitting trying not to pay attention to her cleavage poking out from the bottom of her short black shirt before nodding.

Allen: If anything Royal, I’m a stickler for arriving to wrestling events on time. Punctuality is one of many things that you need to succeed in this business. A very good friend taught me that! Just stay here Royal, I’ll be back!

And with that, Allen sprinted out of the locker room looking embarrassed but determined to succeed in his match.

HIGHLAND GAMES!
Lochlan McKay VS Kyle Young VS Kuroiki VS Cory Bowen

We find ourselves back at ringside. A group of bagpipers and Celtic drummers, each in a different color representing the four brands of EWC, take the stage, performing a live version of “Gravel Walk” by The Rogues. The crowd swells as Argyle MacKay explodes from the curtain, full of brash energy. The musicians line the back of the stage, as Argyle walks back and forth stirring up the crowd close to him. They end their performance with a great cheer and the crowd begins to settle.

Argyle: Welcome, one and all, to the first ever EWC Highland Games!

The crowd gives a nice pop as the camera finds someone in the crowd dressed for the event in full woad makeup.

Argyle: A beautiful tradition, dating back centuries...today we will find oot if any of these Nancy sheep shaggers have what it takes, the Highland way!

The amused crowd splits between laughter and cheers.

Woo: Can he say that?

Gomez: He just did, ya sheep shagger!

Woo: Valentina!

Argyle paces a bit more before continuing...

Argyle: Noow...we have four competitors joining us this evening, representing all the illustrious brands in this fine Corporation...let's bring them oot!

The group of men, led by Lochlan MacKay make their way out from the back as the crowd cheers them on. Kuroiki, Cory Bowen, and Kyle Young round out the group. They all line up posturing for the crowd as Argyle makes his way to the start of the line.

Argyle: Alright, no sense in waiting aroond. The goal is simple. Grab a can, throo it into the ring. Who's forst?

Kuroiki steps up. He grabs the trashcan with both hands and lifts it to get a handle of the weight. He takes a step forwards and launches the trashcan, it hits the ropes but does not go into the ring. Ku looks disappointed but shrugs it off and turns back towards the back. 

As Kuroiki makes his way to the back, Argyle makes his way down the line to Cory Bowen.

Argyle: Alright Looney Tunes, looks like it's your turn. Are you sure you don't want Chief to take this throw? He did a fine job with that water fountain...

Cory stares out at the audience and then at the trashcan that had been set up in front of him. He takes a deep breath and chalks his hands up to prevent the can doesn't slip. He grunts as he lifts the heavy trashcan over his head and after steadying himself he throws it hard and as far. The can comes crashing down, just short of the ring, as Cory folds his hands over his face.

Argyle: Better luck next time laddie. And remember...we were always nice to you!

Cory heads to the back, dejected.

Woo: It looks like we're down to just two competitors. Kyle Young, and Lochlan MacKay. We already know Lochlan has completed this feat in the past. Can Kyle Young put the pressure on here?

Argyle: Alright ye...CHRIST! Look at this one! There'll be no prison for you, eh boy? He's like a bloody Greek God without all the body hair. Tell these fine people your name.

Kyle: My name's Kyle Young. And, well...let's give this a shot.

Kyle walks up, grabs a can, and approaches the mouth of the ramp. He winds up and hurls the can far into the air. The crowd is silent as it soars through the air, and crashes down hard into the ring. They erupt with the thud of the can.

Woo: He did it! And he made it look easy!

Gomez: What now, do they just go til someone misses? Or do they try to throw the steps? Who's idea was this?

Woo: Well, technically, I believe Lochlan MacKay needs to make his shot.

Kyle walks back and smirks at Lochlan, who looks back and forth between Young and his uncle in disbelief.

Argyle: Alright boy, it's your turn. Just like we practiced noow...

Lochlan grabs his can and walks around. The crowd cheers him on as he paces around, getting ready for his throw. Suddenly, Lochlan turns and bashes Kyle Young square across the face with the steel can. But Young stays on his feet, and snaps his gaze directly on Lochlan. Both men pause for a moment and grin at each other. They both rush at full speed and collide hard. After a moment, Young gets the upper hand driving Lochlan to the ground hard and piling on a hail of strikes to the head.

Lochlan eats a few heavy rights before he is able to flip Kyle up and over him. Both men scramble to their feet and lock up once again. They trade blows in the tie up, before Lochlan knocks Kyle away. He takes off and spears Young through the curtain to the back as they continue to brawl. Argyle takes off after them screaming the whole way...

Argyle: GET HIM! HIT HIM! BITE HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE!!

The three men disappear to the back in a tornado of violence and volume.

Woo: My, oh my. What an electric finish. It would seem Lochlan MacKay has found his 'worthy' opponent. And it appears as if the Highland Games could make the HighLIGHT...REEL...

Gomez: Seriously? Never mind .. I don't even want to discuss what the hell this just was .. we have something going on backstage ..

The feed jumps to backstage as we see Saidie and Jordan Sharpe walking and talking match strategies.

JFS: So all you have to do is grab one of them by the tail, a dinosaur can't do shit if you've got its tail...

Saidie: Dinosaurs? What the hell are you talking about?

JFS: That's.... That's my secret code word for the other superstars.... Of course.

Saidie: Then why did you say tails?

JFS: Hey look over there!

As they round the corner they spot Gabrielle Visconty eating a Twizzler while sitting on an equipment crate. She is watching Candy buying out all the M&Ms from a vending machine. Candy has about 5 packages on M&Ms in her hands as she stands up and looks over at Gabi.

Candy: You got a dollar? There is one package left.

Gabi: Nope. I thought you said you wanted -A- treat before your match?

Gabi replies before she resumes munching on her Twizzler. Candy frowns slightly as she looks back at that one lone package of M&Ms in the machine. Her attention is suddenly drawn towards Jordan and Saidie as they are walking towards them. Gabi notices Candy looking past her and follows her stare towards Saidie and Jordan as they walk up.

Gabi: Whew! Thank God, I thought Tommy Love was sneaking up on me.

Gabi slips off the equipment crate and smiles at Saidie as Candy walks up next to Gabi.

Gabi: Hey Saidie.

Candy: Hey Jordan.

Candy and Gabi say at nearly the same time.

Gabi: Candy and I were just taking a moment to unwind before our matches… Well, really, Candy wanted some treats.

Candy smiles as she tears into her first package of M&Ms like a child on Christmas morning.

Gabi: Saidie, you should come by the Candy Castle for a pool party after this whole PPV thing is done, sort of a belated birthday party.

Candy nods in agreement as she happily munches on the M&Ms.

JFS: You're serious right now?! The AUDACITY. I'm a part of the Candy Crew whether you like it or not Gabi!

Gabi completely ignores Jordan as she is focused on the surprised expression on Saidie’s face.

Saidie: Really!? I would love to come, that sounds awesome!

Jordan facepalms himself at this.

JFS: Oh by all means, go, have fun.....

Gabi smiles at Saidie just before Candy elbows Gabi in the arm. Gabi shoots Candy a look out of the corner of her eye before she smiles and looks at Jordan.

Gabi: Yes, Jordan, you can come to.

Candy: Of course, I wouldn't leave my Parabellum partner out of the festivities!

Gabi tries not to chuckle at the look on Jordan's face, but fails. Candy smiles but gets a serious look on her face as she looks back at the vending machine and then at Jordan.

Candy: You got a dollar, Jordan?

The feed begins to end with Candy watching Jordan digging in his pockets as Gabi and Saidie start talking as we head further down the island to the southern backstage area

We open to the Southern Backstage area. Royal sat in the locker room patiently waiting for Allen, the door swung open revealing two huge security guards towering over the young woman. They wore dark sunglasses along with an earpiece that had their commanding officer giving them orders.

Guard 1: Excuse me ma’am we’ve received word that you snuck into the arena. I’m afraid you’re going to have to come with us.

Crystal eyes went wide with fear as the two guards waltzed in. She stood, looking wildeyed around for help. She belted this shrill scream, before she screamed for Allen. She slowly edged towards the door Allen had gone through moments before, but the guards stood between her and it. Her body quaked, shivers apparent, fear was obvious. Her eyes welled up a bit before another strident screech rang from her lungs. That was one thing that could be said about her, she had power in spades.

Royal: No… I didn’t…. ALLEN!! I swear I didn’t…. ALLLLLLLENN!!!!!!!!! (sniff) I never snuck into anywhere, I swear it! Please don't hurt me….

Just then Allen came through the door pushing through the burly guards. He was alerted by Royal’s scream causing him to sprint to the locker room in an effort to see what was wrong with Royal. The guards stared at each other in confusion as Allen ran to Royal.

Allen: Royal what the fuck?! Who are these men?! What do they want?!

Guard 2: Sir, we’ve received word that this young woman snuck into the facility.

She ran to him as he burst through the doors, wrapping her arms around him, her lithe frame shivering. She tucked her head beneath his jaw, her voice wavered slightly. She made her body seem much smaller than it truly was, appearing to be this tiny, defenseless doe eyed creature, half terrified and partly panicking. Now, of course Royal had her pass, but she wasn’t about to let them know that. She wiped the tears from her eyes, still shivering softly. Not sure of what to do, run? Stay? She clung to Allen, knowing full well those guards wouldn’t lay a hand on her now. Her mascara ran down her cheeks as she looked from Allen to the guards. Yet another example of exactly how good Royal was at her job.

Royal: I swear I didn’t… Allen I Swear! My EWC pass is… it’s ….. (she patted her pockets… her face sank..) it’s at my hotel! (she cried.) Allen… I’m sorry (she sniffled again, another wave of tears slipping from her raccoon eyes.) But I SWEAR I didn't sneak in!

Allen: Okay I believe you Royal, no tears okay. You’re the one who told me to remain strong no matter what. (Allen turns to the guards) guards she’s with me. Royal is going to be my valet for my match which is like 15 minutes. So please get out.

Guard 1: Sorry sir, we have orders.

The burly men reached for Royal, grabbing her around her bicep. While she yanked her arm free, her temperament changed completely. She smacked their hands away while reaching for her phone. Between her being the victim to the confident bitch she was now, her range was fascinating. She opened her phone case, revealing not only her license and credit cards but her press pass and her newly minted EWC Valet pass. She placed it directly in Guard 2’s face, slightly touching his nose with it.

Royal: Fuck that’ll happen. (She growled) Does this make you boys happy? Hmm? For fucks sake. You damned goombahs, you really think someone dressed like I am…(She gestured to herself, those skin tight holey jeans, 3” heeled knee high boots and that EWC top, ripped and tied just below her bust) snuck in? Do I look like a god damned fan girl? No. I look like a valet. I am, in fact, this man's manager.

Shoving her pass back in her phones case, and the phone back in her ass pocket; she glared at the two guards. She’d fix her makeup once they left, but she would never back down. Leaning on Allen, it was as if her personality made her glow. All it was, was her confidence. She knew she belonged here, and she’d fight whoever tried to throw her out. As the guards checked her pass, called in her Valet ID, they apologized to her and soon left the locker room. She looked into the mirror as they left and began to touch up her mascara. She pulled the pink tube from her boot, and began to add a new coat.

Royal: Now, Allen, (she looked at him in the mirror) You ready to make the world jealous? To make history?

Allen jumped back a bit, surprised at Royals quick transition from damsel to tough as nails bitch within seconds. She did say that she can play any role Allen wanted her to play. But Royal was so convincing, the guards were also taken aback by the sudden change of attitude as they both gulped the closer Royal was to the two of them. As soon as they exited, Allen stared at Royal reapplying make up to her face smiling a bit. Even though he was still a bit suspicious of her, he had a gut feeling that she can be useful

Allen: (grinning) You damn right I’m ready to tear these assholes a new one! They’re all stepping stones to my ascension into greatness! So you did say you’re the type of valet who can play anything I ask right?

Looking over her shoulder, in the mirror, she eyed him. Nodding her head to his question, she fluffed her hair, tossing it against its natural part adding some volume to the chocolate tresses. Lips made a *Pop* once she’d reapplied her nude pink lipstick. She grinned. As she spoke, she turned to him, flirting she slid her arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek. Why not? He defended her, and she owed him a thank you for that. Despite his being wary, he still took care of her.

Royal: What do you need, doll? Damsel? Hard ass? Lover? I can be whatever you need me to be.

Allen blushed hard when Royal kissed him on the cheek. Was this kiss real? Was she kissing him just to mess with him? Was this part of her job? Allen didn’t know but it made him feel awkward. Gulping Allen leaned closer next to Royal and whispered in her ear.

She nodded, that sweet smile pulling at her lips. She knew exactly what to do. She tugged at her top, making sure the knot sat beneath her bustline, revealing nothing except her cleavage. Covering the rest of her breasts. She held a demure stature, placing her arm through his, and clutching him close to her. She kissed his cheek once more.

Royal: Thank you, thank you for protecting me from those goons. (her voice was soft, gentle.) You’re a sweetheart for doing that. (she cleared her throat softly, adjusting her posture.)

She could hear the fans in the arena, she could hear the other workers hustling and running around. It didn’t phase her. She looked to Allen, those striking blue eyes, for the first time, softened. He had no reason to doubt her, nor did he have any reason to be wary of her. But, she knew it would take time for him to adjust to her being there. And Parabellum was the perfect place for him to see his new prize at work.

Royal: How do I look? (she smiled.)

If Allen’s face was any hotter, he would feel himself melting. Royal seemed to know what he wanted but she was so good at being it. Allen wondered if Sandra was going to find anything on Royal but the sound of the workers saying that the match would begin in 5 minutes gave Allen a rush of confidence and adrenaline. Something he was lacking a few moments ago.

Allen: You look great! (Allen offered his arm) Shall we go make history?

She took his arm and smiled, one last toss of her hair sent a few strands into a tizzy but they settled around her cheeks; framing her face. She took a deep breath and then, she was perfect. Much like her personality, she was the realest creature to walk upright, anything less would be a flaw and she hated flaws.

Royal: Let’s do this! Let’s win you a title! Parabellum awaits.

Allen smiled at Royal and the two of them exited the locker room.

CHAMPIONSHIP SCRAMBLE
PARTICIPANTS
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal
Allen Anderson
Ben Superior
"Blessed" Justin Paird
Carlos Ruiz
Cory Bowen
Dio
Kendrick Kross
Kyle Young
Mercenary
Stevie Von Wilde
Wes Walker

Woo: Well coming up next folks, we have the Championship Scramble! What chaos and mayhem will ensue during this elimination style, no disqualification match?!

Gomez: I hope there’s lots of it, the more chaos, the better, I always say. You have twelve wrestlers all fighting to be a championship contender for their brand. These guys and gals will go all out to make that happen!

Dobrev: The following match is a Championship Scramble Match, the rules are as follows, every wrestler currently around this ring will start the match right where they stand, the only way to win is either by pinfall or submission inside the ring, there is no count outs and no disqualifications! The wrestlers are, Kendrick Kross, Allen Anderson, Mercenary, Kyle Young, Alex Carbajal, Stevie Von Wilde, Wes Walker, Dio, Justin Paird, and Ben Superior!

Woo: The crowds are giving their respects to the competitors but I have to point out Gomez, we are missing two of our advertised wrestlers here!

Gomez: I noticed, it looks like Cory Bowen and Carlos Ruiz missed their flight or just stayed home for this pay per view. It’s probably a good idea when you think of the destruction that is about to take place here.

DING DING DING

The ten remaining competitors waste no time and launch into each other, throwing fists, chops and elbows in a frenzy, causing the crowd to pop right off the bat! Allen Anderson jumps at Mercenary with a shoulder block but the big tattooed man lifts his boot catching Allen right in the face causing him to fall to the padded mats, Kendrick Kross spins a round house kick at Wes Walker, who ducks and the kick hits Alex Carbajal in the back of the head, launching her forward into the clutches of Dio who hits Tranquility! The double underhook DDT slams her head into the mats. Blessed Justin Paird hits a running bulldog on Wes Walker. Ben Superior nails Justin Paird as he’s getting up with a running spear! Dio reaches under the ring and finds a two by four board with beer bottles glued all over it! Dio looks at the weapon, then looks at the fans with a mock confused expression on his face, he shrugs and holds up the weapon to use but is interrupted by Mercenary who absolutely clocks him with a swinging right haymaker punch, Dio looks knocked out and falls down quickly. Mercenary picks up the beer board,he runs and hits Kendrick Kross right in the face with a baseball swing! A bottle smashes and gives Kross a gash on his eyebrow that instantly splashes blood on his cheek, he falls into the barricade then rolls on his side.

Woo: God sakes! What animal came up with that weapon? It’s even more dangerous with a shattered bottle on it now!

Gomez: It might not be a weapon Woo, somebody could have been using that to drink with, maybe one of those greasy ring crew guys, too lazy to drink like a normal person and gluing beer to boards.

"Bamboleo" by Gypsy Kings hits over the P.A. System and the crowd goes crazy for their Spanish Luchadore! Carlos Ruiz walks out from the back posing for the crowd in his leather jacket that is zipped halfway up, pink speedo wrestling trunks, pink boots, and Maui Jim sunglasses. He stops on the way to the ring a couple of times to take selfies with the crowd. He slides into the ring and blows kisses to the adoring fans. He smiles as he removes his jacket and sunglasses and hands them to the ringside attendant.

Woo: What the hell?! Carlos didn’t get the memo that this match started five minutes ago!

Gomez: This shouldn’t be allowed! The bell already rang for this match! He’s getting an unfair advantage here! Mercenary just rolled in the ring with that weapon, get him! Get that cheater, Mercenary! He waited until everyone beat each other up first!

Carlos runs and spring boards off of the second ropes and dropkicks Mercenary over the top ropes! The crowds erupt again as Carlos celebrates, Kyle Young slides in the ring and swings a clothesline at Carlos, but he ducks then throws rights and lefts, then a hurricanrana to Kyle, sending him flying through the middle ropes and taking out Justin Paird in the process! Carlos runs up to the top ropes and celebrates more, getting the fans really fired up now!

Woo: Carlos is a house on fire!

Gomez: Carlos is a cheater and a liar!

”Monster’ by Skillet suddenly starts playing, Milenko walks onto the stage and paces back and forth as black and red strobe lights go off all over the arena. He walks down the ramp with a red gleam in his eyes and a sick sadistic smile on his face. He’s carrying his crystal skull and bashes Allen Anderson as he tries to stand up!

Woo: Well there’s the other question answered! Cory Bowen is here but in the form of Milenko! He has succumbed to the darkness after all!

Gomez: Hell if it’s O.K for Carlos to do it, why the hell not, right?! Get them Milenko!

Milenko swings his crystal skull again but it’s kicked out of his hand by Stevie Von Wilde, he grabs Milenko and hits a tilta whirl head scissor that crashes Milenko head first into the barricade! Stevie Wilde reaches under the ring and hauls out a ladder, he lifts it up but Alex Carbajal has recovered and dropkicks the ladder into Stevie’s face! She sets up the ladder then climbs to the top, she sees Stevie laying down on the mats and taps her elbow and looks at the crowd who cheer her on, Carlos jumps off of the top ropes and nails Alex with a flying crossbody smash! They fall all the way down to the mats and bounce once, Alex looks knocked out and Carlos rolls around holding his ribs as the crowd chant - Holy Shit- over and over. Dio grabs Milenko by the hair and rolls him in the ring, Justin Paird hits Dio with a double axe handle to the back, then rolls him in the ring.

A really bloody Kendrick Kross attacks Justin Paird from behind with a ceramic Buddha Statue that shatters and cuts the back of Justin’s head open, he is face down on the padded mats with blood running down his cheek from his cuts. Ben Superior floors Kendrick with a flying clothesline. He hauls him back up and rolls him in the ring, he rolls in after him. Milenko picks up Dio for a powerbomb but Dio flips over him with a sunset flip 1...2...Milenko kicks out! Ben Superior waits by the turnbuckle, he sees Kendrick slowly getting to his feet, he runs across the ring and nails him with AWF! The Shaemus Brogue kick sends Kendrick flying through the middle ropes outside the ring again, Dio school boys Ben 1...2….Ben kicks out and jumps to his feet but is met with a European uppercut by Milenko, dropping him to the canvas. A bloodied Justin Paird rolls in the ring, Milenko stomps him as soon as he enters, he continues to stomp on Justin’s back while yelling and screaming. Dio locks a cross arm surfboard submission on Ben, he yells no and eventually escapes the hold. Milenko reaches down and hauls Justin’s prosthetic leg completely off!

Woo: Oh COME on! Come on now! Let the man have his leg!

Gomez: That’s a risk Justin Paird is willing to take every time he steps in that ring Woo, he’s now a one legged man in this wrestling match! Milenko is holding that leg like a weapon now!

Milenko hits Dio with the prosthetic leg, cutting the man’s forehead open and sending him careening over the top ropes! Mercenary rolls in the ring with the beer board, both men circle each other then start swinging, blocking, parrying like they were in a sword fight, Mercenary catches Milenko with a hard swing right to the face, smashing another bottle and getting several chunks of glass sticking right in the bridge of Milenko’s nose, blood immediately covers his painted face and he rolls out of the ring. Wes Walker attacks Mercenary from behind with a flying knee strike that sends the big man to the canvas. Kyle Young runs across the ring with Demon Knee! The flying knee connects, dropping Wes Walker immediately.

Stevie Von Wilde is on the top ropes holding the ladder sideways! He jumps and nails a ladder assisted crossbody smash on Kyle Young! Both men crash and roll around as the ladder causes a lot of damage and bruises. Mercenary rolls out of the ring rubbing the back of his head, he’s pissed off and grabs a table from under the ring, then a long cardboard box, he sets up the table then he empties the box of long halogen bulbs on it, he then empties a bag of a thousand thumbtacks all over the table. He looks at it for a moment and nearly cracks a smile. Carlos rolls Alex Carbajal in the ring, she’s favoring her ribs.

Carlos climbs in the ring, he looks at the crowd and calls for the Spanish Eyes Superkick but Alex hits him with a devastating, spinning elbow strike that smashes him flat on the nose, causing blood to splash out both nostrils! He bounces off of the ropes looking knocked out on his feet, Alex runs and smashes him with a forearm strike that causes Carlos to do a complete backflip! She leans on the turnbuckle, taking breaths and holding her ribs. Ben Superior rolls in the ring but Alex grabs him and hits the ripcord rolling elbow on him! Dio Es Una Bala connects and she falls on him for the cover...1...2...3!

Dobrev: Ben Superior has been eliminated!

Blessed Justin Paird hops over and gives Alex a one legged dropkick. Justin is grabbed from behind in a full nelson by Mercenary, he lifts the one legged man high in the air then slams him down hard with an atomic drop to the canvas! The Decimator Atomic bomb is deadly as Paird falls limp, Mercenary covers him..1...2...3!!!

Dobrev: Blessed Justin Paird has been eliminated!

Woo: Two quick eliminations here! Look out, Stevie Von Wilde just nailed Mercenary with a ladder and sent him out of the ring!

Stevie Wilde celebrates for a moment with the ladder, he turns and sees Milenko leaning on the ropes talking to himself, he lifts the ladder and swings it right at him, but Milenko moves and the ladder rebounds off of the top rope and smashes him in the face, blood immediately pours from the bridge of his nose, Milenko picks up Stevie in a piledriver, steps over the ladder and drives him down into the steel, making a sick clanging noise. He covers Stevie 1..2...3!

Dobrev: Stevie Von Wilde has been eliminated!

Wes Walker and Dio are halfway up the ramp throwing rights and lefts at each other. A purple haired woman from the crowd can’t resist anymore and jumps the rail, she’s trying to grab at Dio’s privates but security are on her quickly, the camera gets a close up of Dio’s smirking face, lipping the words “Let her go” and raising an eyebrow. Wes Walker takes advantage of the distraction and gives Dio a hard bulldog right on the ramp! He picks him up and drags him to the ring, but a really bloody Kendrick Kross rushes in front of them and slams Wes in the face with a large, stylized Bo staff!

The crack is loud and knocks Wes out, Kendrick swings at Dio as well but he ducks it then hits a discus elbow smash that collides with the Bo and Kendricks head, knocking him out too! A bloodied nosed Carlos jumps off of the ring apron and hits a sunset flip on Dio, he has it in tight but soon realizes pins don’t count on the outside, Kyle Young kicks Carlos in the back and rolls him in the ring. He rolls in after him, Milenko cuts off Kyle with a headbutt but Kyle shrugs it off and hits Painkiller out of nowhere! The devastating Black Mass roundhouse kick sends Milenko off to dreamland but Carlos grabs Kyle from behind at the same time in a school boy ….1...2...3!! Carlos does a front somersault then rolls over Milenko, hooking both of his legs in the process ..1...2...3!!

Dobrev: Kyle Young and Milenko have been eliminated!

Alex jumps on Carlo’s neck with a fast triangle choke, he staggers over to the ropes and falls on the second rope, she adjusts her grip and hooks her leg over the rope and his neck now as she hooks her arm in the top ropes while pulling his arm, adding maximum pressure. The referee sees if Carlos is going to tap out or not, he’s fading very quickly. Kendrick Kross staggers into the ring, he’s bleeding all over the place, he picks up the Bo Staff and cracks it over Alex’s back, she releases the hold, Wes Walker clubs him in the back of the head then applies The Tiger Choke with the Bo Staff assisting on Kross’s neck! The Gogoplata is in deep and blood is pouring out of Kross’s mouth now, he barely has enough energy to tap out!

Dobrev: Kendrick Kross has been eliminated!

Woo: We’re down to six competitors Gomez! Dio, Carlos, Allen, Wes, Mercenary and Alex! Who will survive and become a number one contender!?

Gomez: I don’t know Woo, we’ve gone past the 28 minute mark now, I don’t think they were expecting this match to go this long! Hopefully the dirty ring crew has something that takes out blood stains, there’s blood everywhere!

Dio checks the small cut on his forehead as he climbs in the ring, Carlos grabs him and pulls him down into a small package 1...2...Dio reverses the roll 1...2...Carlos kicks out! Alex staggers over and finds the prosthetic leg by the corner, she gives it a funny look then turns around, right into The Game Winner superkick by Allen Anderson, she falls to the canvas, he runs the ropes, hops over her then hits the ropes again, he stops, makes a quick write off signal then snaps an elbow on her in the middle of the ring! The All Eyez on Me is overkill as he hooks her leg ...1...2...3!

Dobrev: Alex Carbajal has been eliminated!

Allen Anderson celebrates, he turns around and gets kicked in the stomach by Mercenary, the big man lifts him up and powerbombs him hard to the canvas, but holds on to his waist to lift him up again,he turns and hits a Last Ride type powerbomb right on to the ladder! The ladder assisted Gravedigger Drop breaks the ladder and knocks Allen out cold. Mercenary covers Allen Anderson with a boot to the chest, 1...2...3!

Dobrev: Allen Anderson has been eliminated!

Woo: What a move by Mercenary!

Mercenary goes on a rampage next, he grabs Wes by the neck with both hands and lifts him up in the air, he walks over and slams him down awkwardly right on to Anderson! He sees Alex recovering near the ropes, he runs and boots her over the top ropes! He grabs Dio and Carlos and smashes them down with a double chokeslam! He holds Carlo’s neck tightly though and picks him back up! He transitions his chokeslam into another Gravedigger Drop! 1...2...3!

Dobrev: Carlos Ruiz has been eliminated!

Several minutes goes by with no movement, Wes stirs and staggers to his feet, Alex rolls in the ring as Mercenary picks Dio up from the canvas. The referee tells a really woozy Alex Carbajal that she’s already eliminated and escorts her out of the ring. Mercenary turns and punches Wes who shakes it off and grabs Mercenary in a collar and elbow tie up, Dio jumps high and hits a double standing dropkick that floors both men. While Dio rolls to his feet he finds the prosthetic leg and picks it up. He holds it up to the crowd and smiles, he turns around and receives a huge boot to the face from Mercenary, sending him flying through the middle ropes and the prosthetic leg flying into the third row! Wes grabs Mercenary’s shoulder and spins him around but he receives a boot for his troubles! 1...2..3!

No! The referee says Wes got his shoulder up just in time! Wes ducks a clothesline by Mercenary then gives him a fast school boy pin 1...2...Mercenary kicks out! Wes clotheslines him back down, he climbs to the top ropes, Dio appears on the apron and gives Wes a hard kick to the side of the head! Wes flies out of the ring, all the way down then crashing through the halogen, thumb-tacked table! The noise is tremendous as the crowd immediately start chanting - holy shit-.

Woo: AH NO!! Wes is destroyed in that table! He’s covered in thumbtacks and glass! Somebody get out here, help this man!

Dio looks at his handy work as he climbs to the top ropes, Mercenary grabs him in a choke hold, he climbs to the top ropes and gives Dio a super choke slam off of the top ropes! 1...2..3!

Dobrev: Dio has been eliminated!

Mercenary rolls out of the ring, he drags Wes out of the wreckage of the table, the man is covered in blood, thumbtacks and little shards of glass. He rolls him in the ring. Mercenary climbs in after him, he turns to the crowd and gives them a knowing look, Wes grabs him from behind with a German suplex, holds his waist then does a back roll hooking both of Mercenary’s legs and doing a back bridge! 1...2...3!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall... WES WALKER!

Wes Walker can’t even stand up to celebrate, he lays on his side as the referee raises his hand, the crowd are going crazy from his incredible display of heart at the last minute.

Woo: He did it! He did it! I can’t believe it! What an incredible win by Wes Walker! He’s now a number one contender of his choice!

Gomez: At what cost though? He put himself through hell to win that match that ran at least 45 minutes, Woo! He’s going to need some medical attention after going through that hellacious table!

Woo: It looks like we have Ace Heart in our designated backstage area with .. I think Ace King? Lets cut over to the two Ace's

The feed cuts to Ace Heart, who’s on the beach doing a solid Magnum, P.I. impression with his attire. Heart looks particularly annoyed by something, though he does his best to maintain his professionalism.

Ace Heart: Well, ladies and gentlemen, I was expecting to have a guest with me at this time, but-

Voice: I’m coming, I’m coming!

Heart raises an eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder, only to find X-Division Champion Ace King doing what can best be described as an uncoordinated Baywatch-style slow motion run on the beach. It takes him another 10 seconds to get to Heart, shrugging his shoulders when he finally hits his spot.

Ace King: Sorry… Always wanted to do that.

Ace Heart: Right. OK, then, you’ve just seen the Championship Scramble happen here. How are you feeling about Wes Walker winning, and what will you do should he choose to pursue your X-Division Championship once the championship freeze is lifted after Night of Champions?

Ace King: Honestly? If Wes Walker chooses to come my way, I’ll be ready. I haven’t done what I’ve done here by being scared of potential opponents, so this is no different, and I’d look forward to the challenge should it present itself.

Ace Heart: Now, speaking of challenges, you’re looking at a big one tonight given who your teammates are. How do you plan to coex-

The X-Division Champion puts a hand over Heart’s microphone, a raised eyebrow hardly masking his annoyance at the question.

Ace King: Jesus, not you too… I’m not the guy who’s going to deliberately rock the boat. I’ve proven my adaptability time and time again, and tonight will be yet another example of it. It would be easy to just look at the names and assume we can’t possibly have chemistry, but grit and a common goal have a funny way of serving as the glue to a successful bond. You shouldn’t expect anything cute or sweet from us, but we’re all smart enough to know what’s in play here, so if anything does go down, it won’t be me starting it.

Ace Heart: One more before I let you go?

The X-Division Champion offers a subtle nod, and Heart pulls the microphone to his own mouth again.

Ace Heart: After your match comes the Quad-Brand Elimination Match, which notably includes Rafe White on Team BRAWL. If your health allows it, will you look to answer for what happened at Hardcore Revolution?

King’s expression turns a bit more serious, rolling his head on the back of his neck before focusing on Heart once more.

Ace King: A Gambler never shows his cards until the time is right.

With that, the X-Division Champion disappears from view, leaving Heart with the microphone in his hand as we cut to the MacTron which has a pre-recorded video

We cut to a pre-recorded piece on the beach outside of the octagon where Dominic Sanders and Cora are standing and looking out over the water. Sanders smirks as he turns to the camera.

Sanders: It appears that I’ve ruffled plenty of feathers this week. Boo fuckin hoo. Everyone except Mel and Iggs are going to come at me hard tonight. I know that. Not excluding Morden, I.V.Ö., and Baby Sharpe…

Cora: Do, do, do, do, dooo, dooooo.

Both know the Baby Shark reference is outdated and kind of lame, but they laugh at their joke anyway.

Sanders: I am going into this match knowing it’s 1 versus 15 unless the ladies want to play nice and be on my side. But the EWC wouldn’t be able to handle AMH versus the world. Regardless of what happens or how it happens, the one damn thing I know is that Dominic Sanders is going to come out on top. Just like I damn near always do. Broken wrist, no broken wrist… it doesn’t fuckin matter. I will survive because that’s exactly what I am. A survivor. Just like I was two years ago when I outlasted Ace King, Candy, Frankie Romono, and so on and so forth. Everybody knows that I am a marked man in this match. But so do I. Just like I was a marked man going into the Rumble in Texas. 38 people tried to get rid of me and a technicality is what kept me from winning back-to-back Rumbles. One foot. That’s it. Well, I’m not going to allow a foot, arm, head, or anything else to be the reason that I don’t survive tonight. You’ll have to kill me if you want to take this match from me. You can bet on that.

Sanders smirks at the camera before he and Cora turn, walking away as the scene fades out.

The camera cuts backstage inside the locker room of The Southern Express as Bunny Love is looking at old pictures of Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane in their prime

Love: Do you even remember your first time?

Bobby nods

Rose: You never forget your first time Bunny, I can close my eyes and remember where, what I was wearing and everyone I was with…

Jimmy nods in agreement and closes his eyes

Lane: I can also, Aaron Morris’s parents basement, jeans and a Beatles t-shirt, Stacy Cunningham...it was the best 5 seconds of my life…

Bunny’s mouth drops open as Bobby laughs

Rose: She was talking about our FIRST Tag Team Championship win Jimmy, not the first time you left a woman unsatisfied…

Lane: Oh, well yeah it was Memphis, Tennessee inside The Armory and we beat those twin goofballs The Springfield Brothers...it was also the first night we met your father Bunny…

Rose: You never forget nights like that and you aren’t going to forget tonight when you win your first tag team championships as a manager, you will join your father as the only father/daughter combo to win tag team championships with the same client in the history of wrestling…

Love: Really…

Lane: Maybe, we didn’t really look it up but it sounded pretty cool…

Bobby nods

Rose: That’s what’s at stake out there tonight Bunny, your chance at immortality as a manager in this business and our chance to add yet another tag team championships to our wall of memories…

Lane: A chance to prove to people like Melody Malone and Iggy Swango that age is just a number...that just because we get the senior discount at Denny’s and are members of AARP doesn’t mean we should be sent off to live out our days in a nursing home...thought the idea of some little blonde giving me a sponge bath does seen nice…

Rose: To prove to everyone that we aren’t dead yet...we’ve taken all the ‘old guy jokes’ with a smile, brushed off all the ‘old guy jabs’ without a single word, we let everyone have their fun and their laughs at our expense because we’ve done our talking inside that ring...1 tag team loss, 3-1 in Six Man Tag Team matches, we have proven we still have what it takes to be in this business but yet still we haven’t been given the respect by our piers…

Lane: A match doesn’t go by without our opponents making some stupid joke about our age but we can handle it, it’s not new…

Rose: But what we can’t stand for is being dismissed as an afterthought...the way Melody and Iggy have been doing. It’s like we are nothing to them and I get it, they are ‘heels’, America’s Most Hated and all and they have their reputations to uphold but they don’t take us seriously...that is clear and they need to pay for that neglect…

Lane: Their focus tonight isn’t on Bobby and I, it’s on Team Rampage’s fight against Team Brawl, Team FSW and Team Prime…

Rose: They think they are just going to roll out there and wipe the mat with us without breaking a sweat...that’s how little they think of us...so the only way to open their eyes and get their respect is to go out there and beat them, to take those EWC Tag Team Championships and replace them as the premier tag team in the EWC…

Lane: We’ve been fighting our entire careers for respect, we were too pretty to be wrestlers, too soft to be fighters, now too old to still be in the business yet we proved them all wrong then and we will prove them all wrong tonight…

Rose: We will take a manager with ZERO wrestling experience and make her a manager of champions tonight and give you bragging rights over your brother Buddy…

Bunny smiles at that

Lane: And put you in the running for manager of the year...something that’s sure to piss off your father…

Rose: And all we ask for you is to stand there ringside and if you happen to see a chance...get your hands a little dirty…

Lane: Be the Love you were born to be…

Rose: Do that and we will be splitting that nice $40k bounce winning those belts bring in...and we will all be able to call ourselves CHAMPIONS of the EWC…

Lane: And get the keys to the Championship Lounge...I heard it’s nice in there...roomie since Dominic was ‘tossed’ off/out..

Rose: We haven’t been given the respect that we deserve so it’s time to take it...we beat Melody Malone and Iggy Swango and NOBODY can deny our greatness...that’s what’s at stake out there tonight...we either become champions or we prove the Foxy Ladies right in that we don’t belong in that ring anymore…

Bobby looks at Jimmy and Bunny

Rose: And I’m not ready to give up this lifestyle yet, so champions it is…

Bobby holds up his hand

Lane: Chicks dig gold belts…

Jimmy holds up his hand and looks at Bunny

Love: This beat online college…

She joins them and raises her hand into the air and the three of them come together in a three-way high five….

EWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Southern Express Vs Dream Sound Revolution Vol II

We return to ringside where Woo and Gomez are standing by.

Woo: Here we go, ladies and gentlemen coming up next is a tag team contest for the EWC Tag Team Championships! The champions, The Dream Sound Revolution Part Deux will be facing off against the brand new challengers, The Southern Express who we just heard from backstage

Gomez: No offense to their opponents, but there’s nothing ‘new’ about these old dudes.

Woo: Don’t let their age fool you folks, The Southern Express are the hottest tag team in wrestling right now and they have skyrocketed their way to a championship bout here tonight! Will Bunny Love be a factor here in this contest?

Dobrev: The following match is a tag team contest for the EWC Tag Team Championships! 

The electric guitar kicks in to 'Stranglehold' as the crowd gets to their feet, some of the older females in the crowd start to scream like they did when they were younger as Bunny Love walks out onto the stage and is quickly followed by Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane

Dobrev: Being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love, from Nashville, Tennessee, Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!

Bunny leads the way as the pair reach out and high five with the fans as the walk to the ring, Bunny marches up the steps and steps through the ropes as Bobby and Jimmy climb up onto the apron and step through the ropes and head to opposite corners, climbing up to the middle turnbuckle to toss out bandannas to the crowd as Bunny stands in the middle of the ring pointing to both Bobby and Jimmy

The camera switches to the MacTron stage. "Rock Show" by Halestorm begins playing throughout the Island

Little girl

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 begin to make their way to the ring.

Dobrev: And their opponents... weighing in at 293 pounds...The EWC Tag Team Champions.. the team of IGGY SWANGO AND MELODY MALONE... THE EVEN FOXIER LADIES OF DREAM SOUND REVOLUTION: PART DEUX!!!

They simultaneously jump up onto the ring apron and climb through the ropes. They part ways and head to the ropes on opposite sides of the ring. They each step one foot on the middle rope and put their arms in the air. They throw their aviators into the crowd and meet back in the center of the ring. Malone and Swango both grasp hands and pat each other on the shoulder as they take their corner in preparation for the match, They tap their tag titles together like they were toasting then hand them to the referee to show the crowd what is on the line tonight.

DING DING DING

Iggy Swango starts for DSR and Bobby Rose starts for the Southern Express, Bobby wipes his hands on his tights and raises his hands up high for a test of strength, Iggy smirks and gives him a tilted head stare, she looks at Melody and gets encouragement from her as the fans swell up and start clapping for her as well, Iggy shrugs and clasps her hands in Bobby’s, he lets out a little “Hep!” then easily curls his hands causing Iggy to drop down to her knees, she struggles for a moment, then starts fighting back, she shakes her arms and legs then powers back to her feet, she curls her hands and Bobby starts to go down!

The fans are really yelling now but Bobby puts a stop to that by tucking his head in her armpit and flipping her over his back, Iggy lands on her feet though and bounces off of the ropes and swings a forearm at him but he drops down and drops her with a toehold then rolls over her back and grabs Iggy in a headlock, she slips out the backdoor and applies an arm lock, he reaches back with his other arm and flips her over with a quick hip toss then elbow drop, he hooks the leg
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The referee saw the cheating at the last second and starts yelling at Bunny Love, he gives her a warning that any more cheating and he’ll kick her out of ringside. Bobby grabs the referee’s shirt and yells about a three count, Iggy nails Bobby with a front dropkick, sending him flying into his corner, Jimmy Lane tags himself into the match and runs at Iggy with a dropkick, dropping her fast, she gets to her feet quickly but both Bobby and Jimmy hit her with a double dropkick this time, sending her flying across the ring and rolling under the ropes, they celebrate their move while Bunny Love screams a warning, too late as Melody Malone runs over both of them with a double clothesline sending them toppling over the top ropes!

Woo: Fast and furious action to start this tag team championship match! Both teams came with a game plan and emotions are running high here! Listen to this capacity crowd cheering on Melody Malone after that double clothesline! They really love the tag champs here on Phuket Island!

Gomez: I can barely hear you, Woo! These fans have been nuts tonight! It’s almost like they don’t get many wrestling events in this remote area!

Iggy rolls in the ring, she tags in Malone. The Southern Express have recovered as Bobby grabs the tag rope and says something to his tag partner, Jimmy nods and circles the center of the ring with Malone, they engage with a collar and elbow tie up, Jimmy pulls her back into his corner and holds her while Bobby tags in, he starts hitting Malone with hard forearm shots to the back then picks her up for a side suplex. He quickly tags Jimmy again and they both pick her up, they have her in a front facelock then snap her down with a double snap DDT, Jimmy floats over for the cover

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Woo: The referee has restored order here as Iggy Swango and Jimmy have returned to their corners, this match continues its very fast pace, who do you think that benefits Gomez?

Gomez: It benefits DSR but I think it could also benefit Southern Express, listen, these guys have been around the block and have seen it all. The more they get used to these women the more they can engage their long practiced tactics.

Melody drags Bobby to their corner and tags in Iggy Swango, Melody drops Bobby down with a snap mare as Iggy runs the ropes, she nails him with a dropkick to his chest. She lays down next to him for a moment, catching her breath as she was winded by the dropkick that dropped her on her stomach. Bobby takes advantage of this and drags himself out of the ring by the bottom rope. He walks over and leans on the barricade, taking in deep breaths trying to recover. Iggy gets to her feet, she sees Bobby leaning on the barricade then looks at the crowd with a wild expression on her face, she looks at all sections and starts clapping, they clap along and start cheering loudly, Iggy runs off of the far ropes, she runs fast and sticks her head through the second ropes, stops, slowly climbs down to the padded mats, then runs with a dropkick to Bobby, sending him flying backwards over the barricade!

Woo: Delayed Suicida?

Gomez: Lazy plancha, I don’t know, I got nothing here, like that low flying move.

Iggy climbs the barricade then throws Bobby back over it, then gives him an irish whip into the steel steps. The referee is on 7 now but Iggy rolls in and out to break the count, Bunny Love distracts Iggy by yelling at her, Bobby spins Iggy around and nails her in the thigh with a superkick! The move has absolutely no effect on her, Iggy chops Bobby then throws him in the ring, he rolls, then continues to roll all the way across the ring to Jimmy, who tags in the match. Iggy rolls in the ring but Jimmy catches her with an arm drag! Iggy gets to her feet but he arm drags her again, then again followed by a leg drop then a cover

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DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall and NEEEWWWW EWC Tag Team Champions... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!

The referee hands both Jimmy and Bobby the EWC Tag Team Championships, both men try to hide their emotion as they hug in the center of the ring, Bunny Love is freaking out with joy as she rolls in the ring then hugging both men in celebration. She grabs each man’s hand and holds them high with the tag team championships hanging down in each hand.

Woo: New champions! New Champions! The Southern Express have done it, they have won the EWC Tag Team Championships with their special move, Goodnight Phuket Island! Did you see the height Bobby got with that jump?! Unbelievable !!

Gomez: Once in a while you’ll see these guys come out of nowhere with surprisingly amazing agility like we saw at the end there Woo! Let the celebration begin, we got new champions!

Woo: The former champions could not hang on tonight and have a lot think about as they need to now re-group before the Main Event. Melody and Iggy are both strong competitors and this loss is going to sting .. I'm in shock right now

Gomez: We now have two, very old EWC World Champions .. which I assume is a record old .. I mean .. I think the Championships already have dust on them. Melody and Iggy will most certainly get another crack at these two .. could we be looking at another round at Night of Champions? I'd like to see it

Woo: You could be right Val .. it looks like we have something going on in the southern part of the Island .. lets head backstage and see whats cooking

The camera cuts backstage to find ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love, still mumbling to himself about his earlier interaction with Gabrielle Visconty

Love: I swear to God, I’m tired of this shit...her shit...she wants to sit there and act all innocent, like I was the bad guy in all this...she was abusing God damn pain killers, hooked on the goof-balls...I was only trying to help her…

Xavier looks up at Tommy with a raised eyebrow

Love: What...my services weren’t free...ok I dipped into her bank account, a manager gets 10% of his clients salary and bonus…

Xavier continues to look at his manager

Love: Ok, sure I spent a little more than normal but I deserve some nice things…

Reid: Like 5 star suites and gourmet room service…

Love: It’s the least she could do...Gabi was going nowhere before me, I took her to the top of Brawl, all the way up to #5 in the Elite 15, before me she was lucky to crack the top 15...had she not gone and…

Reid: Fired you…

Love: Ended our agreement and narked me out to Connors maybe she would have beat David Scott…

Reid: And won that…

Xavier points to the International Championship

Love: Well I’m not saying that, old David was the first to be eliminated...on here own no...but with me...maybe…

Tommy smiles and then remembers why he was so pissed in the first place

Love: If she thinks I’m going to walk around this place on eggshells she has another thing coming...I know things about her...things she’s done...she wants to play hardball well Tommy can play also…

But Xavier has heard enough and reaches out and puts his hand on Tommy’s shoulder

Reid: Gabi is not our problem here tonight Tommy, I need your head in the game...I need your head here with me tonight and not on Gabi…

Tommy looks at Xavier and nods

Reid: Good, because we can’t afford to lose this match tonight…

Love: No you can’t, especially after all the shit talking you four did…

Xavier smirks

Reid: We are dealing with the B-Squad Tommy...Candy, Jordan, Ezio and Nevaeh...they aren’t in our league, no matter how much they want to be, we are the elite of the EWC, Scorpio, Samantha Hamilton, Ace King and I...we are what makes the EWC, not them...without us what would the EWC have, four champions who have never sniffed Brawl or Rampage...four champions who have never been called up to the big leagues...but four champions who believe they have what it takes to replace us…

Love: Four champions who believe they have what it takes to walk out of Night of Champions as the NEW Undisputed Champion…

Reid: Exactly...so tonight the four of us go out to that ring and put doubt in their head...to remind them and everyone of their sad little fans that they have no shot...not tonight or at Night of Champions...and I want you on alert...watching my back...the teams back…

Love: The team...you really are going to work with them…

Xavier nods

Reid: You bet your ass I am, we are all in this together tonight…

Love: And once the match ends...when that bell rings…

Xavier smiles

Reid: Then all bets are off…

Tommy smiles

Love: That’s what I want to hear...

As Nezumi walks into his Parabellum locker room, he finds Nevaeh already there waiting for him.

Nezumi: Shouldn’t you be in the Prime locker room tonight?

He questions with one of his half smirks.

Nevaeh: Probably should. But then again, when do I ever do what I’m supposed to?

She motions to her shirt.

Nevaeh: They should be happy I’m at least wearing the Prime t-shirt.

Despite his displeasure with the colors of the shirt, Nezumi smiles at his lover’s general presence.

Nezumi: That’s fair. At this point, if they aren’t ready for tonight, then any further deliberation won’t change much.

He goes to sit down, where he clasps his hands together and looks at the wall.

Nezumi: I can root for you, seeing as this all helps you towards winning at Night of Champions.

Nevaeh: Well, I’m rooting for you too…since I’m not about to cheer on Dominic as my captain any time soon. For someone who’s supposed to be so bright, he could’ve picked a better team to help represent Prime. Instead he’s throwing a bunch of newbies to the wolves so he can look good. No doubt he’s expecting to be the sole survivor all over again.

Nev rolls her eyes.

Nevaeh: I really hope he gets his face bashed in. Preferably by you.

Upon hearing Dominic’s name, the Captain of Team Rampage grimaces. His eyes drift to the ground.

Nezumi: If I don’t get the chance to do it here, then I definitely have our one-on-one affair coming up. Though, it’s not about him tonight. It’s a bonus to be able to stop him from progressing the way he thinks, but it has always been about the end goal. Winning this for Rampage tonight?

He clenches his fist that was laid over the other.

Nezumi: Then I think that I’ll be back to where I’m supposed to be. I think you can relate that.

Hazama gives Nevaeh a glance and a smirk.

Nevaeh: Of course I can.

She nods and thinks about her next words for a moment.

Nevaeh: No matter what happens, I know you’re going to be on the top of Rampage before you know it. Might as well make it sooner rather than later.

Nev reaches out to place her hand upon his arm.

Nevaeh: Just like I know I’m ready to take down the champions across from me tonight, I know you can do this. No doubt in my mind, the two of us are going to leave our mark on Parabellum.

He takes her hand into his and gives it a kiss.

Nezumi: Of course, we are. If not, then what are we even doing here?

Hazama stands up and approaches Nevaeh.

Nezumi: EWC will learn what era they are now becoming a part of, whether they like it or not. I must leave you. I have some people to speak to about some entrance essentials.

Almost cutely, Hazama leans down and gives Nevaeh a brief peck on the lips leaving her to smile after him as he heads out.

Woo: Ok folks .. that was certainty interesting .. and we’re gonna head further up the beach where I’m told Ace Heart is standing by with someone very special…

The scene switches to the Parabellum interview area where Ace Heart is standing by with a smile on his face. The fans give a little pop for the beloved interviewer before he raises his microphone.

Heart: Thanks very much Marcus and your sources are damn correct – ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here with our very own President Mac

There’s a huge cheer for the boss as the camera pans back to show Mac with surfboard in hand in the interview area. He smiles to the camera and waves to all the fans cheering

The crowd quietens down as Ace turns to the EWC’s big boss.

Heart: President Mac, thanks for joining me.

Mac: Always a pleasure! You caught me as I was about to catch a wave .. what a night we’re having here at Parabellum – the sun is shining, the waves are lapping, and the world’s best wrestlers are putting on a show for the ages.

Heart: Well I’m sorry to spoil the mood a little here sir, but I’m going to ask you about Scorpio …

The crowd watching on the screens boo loudly at the mention of the Undisputed Champion. Mac’s smile falls a little as he nods his head.

Mac: You’re welcome to ask me whatever you want, even if it’s about him.

Heart: The last time we were on a pay-per-view you ended Scars and Stripes by telling Scorpio you were back and you were ready to defend your company… in fact from memory you said you’d do it with no restrictions, no limits, completely extreme…

Mac grins.

Heart: Do you have any more words for the alleged 46th President going into tonight’s Night of Champions hype match?

Mac: My message to Scorpio is simple – focus on the gold around your waist, it’s the most sought-after and beloved Championship in our sport, and tonight you’re going out there with seven other guys and girls who in a month’s time will be tearing you apart to get to hold it. Since it became an all-champions battle for the top title we’ve not seen an Undisputed Champion leave Night of Champions with their gold; I strongly suggest you put your damn ‘presidency’ on hold and focus on what matters the most.

He pauses briefly and turns to the camera.

Mac: But don’t think I didn’t see your little rant on Rampage; don’t think I didn’t hear you call the place I’ve built and nurtured for over 20 years your company. Scorpio when the dust settles in Dubai, whether you’re still the Undisputed Champion or not, if you wanna talk I’m listening ..

He smirks slightly before flexing a bicep.

Mac: And if you’d prefer not to talk and just settle this the old-fashioned way .. well that’s fine too ..

The crowd give a loud cheer as Mac nods to Heart before heading towards the ocean. The camera watches President Mac leave the interview area before it returns to Ace Heart.

Heart: Well folks there you have it; this war between the President of the EWC and the alleged 46th President of The United States isn’t showing any signs of slowing down. After Night of Champions, Mac is ready to have it out with the Undisputed Champion! Back to you Marcus and Valentina …

The scene switches back to ringside.

Gomez: President Mac mentioned that no Undisputed Champion has come out of the all-champions match at NOC with their title; could Scorpio be the first to do it? Tonight he’s siding with three of his Brawl and Rampage champion colleagues to take on the Future Stars and Prime champions in what’s going to be a hell of a contest …

NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS HYPE
TAG TEAM MATCH
Ace King, Samantha Hamilton, Scorpio & Xavier Reid
Vs Candy, Ezio Deluca, Jordan Sharpe & Nevaeh

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We return to ringside where the crowd pops as the match info is displayed on the tron.

Woo: That's right .. and Night Of Champions is just a month away .. and in one month's time the Undisputed Championship will be up for grabs to all singles champs in a special match known as "Power Struggle", but this is Parabellum. Tonight those singles stars fight for their brand. It is the Main Roster Vs Developmental/Indies. And could be the last match of this type ever with FSW moving up to official third brand status next year.

Gomez: It's about time they moved up. So who do you have in this one?

Woo: Well, all eight champs seemed to show solidarity with each other to fight for the same end goal. Bragging rights and that winners purse. Also momentum is KEY heading into Night Of Champions. I mean, imagine you are Candy and you pin Scorpio here tonight. She'd have all the momentum heading into Night Of Champions to be the first two time Undisputed Champion in recent memory.

Gomez: Well let's pull for Neveah, who doesn't love a woman will strong will power who carries around a giant hammer!

Dobrev: The following match is an eight person tag team match. Joining us first, representing FSW and PRIME, consisting off the FSW Champion, The North American Champion, The Indy Champion AND The Television Champion (respectively) CANDY, EZIO DELUCA, JORDAN FREAKIN SHARPE AND NEVEAH!!!

A mix of the FSW/PRIME Themes sounds off. The Champions come marching out. Candy and JFS in front, holding the FSW and Indy Championships high with pride. Behind them Ezio and Neveah come into view with their North American and Television Championships. The Champions stand in the ring and prepare themselves.

Dobrev: And their opponents, representing BRAWL and RAMPAGE. Consisting of the Undisputed Champion, The United States Champion, The International Champion and The X-Division Champion. SCOPRIO, SAMANTHA HAMILTON, XAVIER REID AND ACE KING!

A mix of the BRAWL/RAMPAGE Themes sounds off. Scorpio comes strutting out ahead of everyone, the Undisputed Championship glimmers around his waist. Behind him Samantha Hamilton and Ace King walk side by side, holding their United States and X-Division Championships high. Xavier Reid rounds out the bunch, playing his International Championship like an air guitar. The Champions get into the ring and face down their opposition. Ace King and Candy wish to start it. Scorpio goes to argue but agrees and exists. The other champs give Ace and Candy the floor.

Woo: Here we go folks, who will pick up the pinfall victory here and get the momentum heading into Night Of Champions.

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Ace and Candy approach and lock horns in a shoulder/collar tie-up. Ace King has the clear strength advantage and transitions around Candy into a chicken-wing. He drops the arm and steps forward into a side-headlock. Candy backs Ace up to the ropes and then propels him forward. Ace hits the ropes and rebounds back towards Candy who goes for a spear, but Ace has it scouted and stops Candy in a forward facelock. Ace rips Candy back into a snap vertical suplex and floats over into the cover but Candy is out before one. The fans clap. Ace and Candy both get to their feet, Ace is looking for another tie-up but Candy slips around and takes-a-back into a waistlock. Candy pushes Ace forward and sends a forearm into his back. Ace stumbles and then turns around where Candy leaps up and pulls him backwards into a hurricanrana. Ace is back up to his feet dazed as Candy leans into him with a forearm smash that sends him backwards onto the ropes. Candy grabs Ace’s arm and sends Irish-whips him towards the ropes, on the rebound Ace avoids another spear by taking-a-back and using his momentum to drag Candy into a snap-dragon suplex! Candy lands on the back of her head and rolls towards her corner where Jordan Sharpe tags in. Ace gets to his feet, but Xavier wants in. Ace tags out.

Woo: Some good back and forth there between King and Candy, let’s see what Xavier and Jordan have for us.

Gomez: I just want more Xavier Reid air guitar to be honest.

Xavier enters the ring and steps towards the center but he doesn’t get a chance to react as Jordan Sharpe slams into him with a lariat! Xavier is turned inside out! Jordan then hits Scorpio off the apron while a sneaking Neveah pulls the legs of King and Hamilton down into apron face-busters. Neveah rolls into the ring and spins into a backfist that connects on Xavier as he tries to stand. Xavier falls to his knees and eats a superkick to the chin from Ezio! Jordan Sharpe drags Xavier up and throws him back down with a mighty spinebuster. Sharpe covers!

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Sharpe wastes no time and drags Xavier up. Sharpe launches himself into Xavier with a mighty European uppercut, followed by a second lariat and Xavier Reid is spun around onto his head. Jordan drags Xavier up, but Xavier finds his footing and goes for the eyes! Jordan backs up towards the ropes where Scorpio grabs his leg and rips it out from under him. Jordan’s face plants on the canvas while Xavier kicks him in the head. Jordan gets back up to his feet and stumbles forward into a Rainham Maker. Xavier goes for a cover but Jordan kicks out at one. Samantha Hamilton is up on the apron looking for a tag, Xavier tags her in. Samantha enters to the pop from the crowd and she immediately has her eyes set on Neveah. Samantha rushes Neveah and hits a massive big boot to the chest that knocks her off the apron! Jordan Sharpe is getting back up to his feet. Sam rushes him too and hits a massive big boot to his chin that knocks him backwards. Samantha drags Sharpe up and slams him down with a spinebuster of her own. She then mounts him and begins to drop the elbow strikes on his face. Neveah rolls into the ring and stomps Samantha in the back of her head. Sam falls forward grabbing at the back of her head while Neveah begins to kick her. Ace King is in the ring! He jumps over Samantha and lands a sick slingblade on Neveah that brings the back of her head crashing to the canvas. Ezio is in the ring… Spear of Justice onto King! Ezio gets to his feet but from OUT OF NOWHERE behind him Scorpio leaps into a AGR! Scorpio begins to get to his feet but Candy comes from behind and rushes him into a bulldog that drops him face-first hard.

Woo: This one is breaking down!

Gomez: Neveah is angry now, I’ve been told you do NOT want to make her angry.

Candy helps Jordan up, and they turn their attention to Samantha who is beginning to stand. Jordan rushes Sam and knocks her back with a European uppercut, he grabs her arm and Irish-whips her into Candy who hits the spear. Candy drags Sam up and sends her into Jordan who hits the lariat. Candy exists the ring and Jordan goes for the cover.

ONE…


TWO… KICKOUT BY SAMANTHA HAMILTON!

Jordan drags Samantha up and hits another lariat that turns Samantha inside out. Jordan returns to his corner and tags out to Candy. Candy enters but Neveah immediately tags herself in and goes to work stomping Samantha. Neveah gets into a Lou Thez mount and begins to smash Samantha’s head into the canvas. On the apron Scorpio can be seen smiling, but his smile turns to a frown and a sigh as he enters the ring and rushes Neveah. Neveah is floored by a dropkick from Scorpio. Scorpio drags Sam to their corner and tags in. The camera can possibly pick up Scorpio saying under his breath “The things I do for you bitches”, but one cannot be sure. Neveah is back up and coming for Scorpio, but Scorpio knocks her back with a superkick. Neveah takes the impact and then spins around into a backfist, Scorpio ducks but Neveah has him where she wants him! Neveah grabbed onto the facelock and spikes Scorpio down with a DDT!

Woo: Crafty move from Neveah there!

Gomez: I TOLD you Woo!

Now it is Scorpio’s turn to take the Lou Thez mount and get his head smashed down into the canvas. But Ace King pulls Neveah off with a waist lock and pulls her backwards into a mighty German suplex! Neveah rolls to her corner where Candy tags in. Ace and Candy lock eyes, Ace looks at Scorpio and seems to debate something… but ultimately he stands tall, standing in front of Scorpio. Protecting his rival from anything Candy might do! Jordan Sharpe rolls into the ring. But so does Samantha Hamilton. Ezio and Xavier join the fray as well… AND THEY ALL START BRAWLING.

Woo: It really has broken down in this one!

Gomez: NOW THIS is action.

On one side of the ring, Ezio hits Xavier Reid with the Spear Of Justice, but Xavier blocked it and slaps Ezio as a sign of disrespect. They begin to slap each other. Hard slaps the face and neither man is willing to give. Xavier switches to kicks, and a hard kick connects with Ezio’s chest sending him backwards into the corner. Xavier hits another kick, and another one . Xavier goes for another but Ezio hits a PVDrop from nowhere! The move was so sudden it brought Xavier down on the top of his head rather than on the face! Xavier rolls from the ring and crashes down. He’s out of his one.

One the other side, Jordan Sharpe and Samantha Hamilton are trading elbow strikes for European uppercuts. In front of them Ace King and Candy are trading suplex for suplex. At last something gives and Samantha is on wobbly legs. Jordan Sharpe lunges into the BFPT! Samantha is turned inside out from the palm thrust! Ace King abandon’s his fight with Candy to rush Jordan and hit a High Roller double knee face-buster! Ace gets up and turns his attention to Candy, but Candy finally hits the spear on him! Candy drags Ace up into a cravat, and throws herself backwards over Ace while bringing the back of his head down into the mat with the Candy Crusher!

Woo: FSW and PRIME have taken this one!

Candy turns and approaches Scorpio, but Scoprio was playing opossum! Scorpio slams into Candy with a Glitterazi lariat! Candy is spun inside out and lands on the back of her head. Scorpio pulls her up and hits a second Glitterazi, this one even more brutal than the last! Scorpio drags her up again but before he can do anything Ezio slams into the back of his head with a three point clothesline! Candy goes for the cover!

ONE…

TWO…

TH… KICKOUT BY SCORPIO!

Gomez: I thought it was over there!

Ezio helps Candy to their corner and tags in officially. Scorpio is getting to his feet. Ezio is lining him up, he’s preparing for it! Ezio rushes Scorpio with another three point clothesline, but Scorpio drops to his knees to avoid it! On the outside Xavier Reid pulls Candy’s leg and drops her off the apron into a facebuster! Xavier pulls Candy into a package piledriver! In the ring, Ezio crashes into the corner and stumbles out where Scorpio leaps up into a second AGR! Scorpio makes the cover!

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TWO…

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall SCORPIO!!! TEAM BRAWL/RAMPAGE WIN THIS ONE!

Xavier Reid rolls into the ring, holding his head. He goes to raise Scorpio's arm but Scorpio shrugs him off. Scorpio collects his Undisputed Championship and holds it especially high before leaving. On the outside Jordan Sharpe is helping Candy up, and the two of them limp off towards the back with their championships. Ace King is up holding his head. He eyeballs Scorpio as he leaves, before retrieving his own title and leaving. Samantha is helped up by a ref, but when she turns around Neveah clocks her in the jaw with Heaven's Helper! Neveah laughs and stumbles off, a ref follows her with her TV Title. Xavier Reid helps Samantha up, realizes what he's doing and drops her again before leaving. Medical staff help Ezio and Sam up and they leave the ringside area.

Woo: Tremendous match, and Scorpio sets a big statement on the road to Night Of Champions.

Gomez: And I think Neveah might have set and even bigger one with that sledgehammer shot to Samantha!

Woo: I'm being told we have some action over in the Northern Backstage area .. lets see what it is

Camera cuts to the Northern Backstage area where Team Brawl is currently residing

The scene cuts into the backstage area as the camera pushes through Team Brawl's locker room door. Bosa is seen sitting on a bench, lacing up one of his boots tightly. Another set of boots walk into frame next to Bosa, so he slowly looks up as the camera pans back, revealing Darius. Bosa gets up from the bench and stands in front of Darius, their eyes not breaking contact.

Darius: I heard what you said. I'm flattered that anyone would use the word "gush" while talking about me, but you know I'm not here to sign autographs or pat you on the back. I chose my words carefully when explaining my picks for the team, and let me just say that I was not wrong when I had said that I picked you for your record.

I wanted a reaction. I wanted to stoke the fire under your ass more. Rafe has strength, agility and charisma. Gabi has cunning, intelligence, and willpower …

You? I don't think I need to reiterate this, but I will anyway; You have it all, kid. A big guy like you with that burning passion is EXACTLY what I needed for this team, and I knew that if I told you all of this from the get-go that the fire wouldn't be stoked.

I know you'll represent Brawl proudly, no matter what I say, but let me also say this; I want … no … I NEED you to bring EVERYTHING you've got tonight. I want that fire to be so hot that Rampage, FSW, and Prime won't even want to come near us. I want you to prove that it is YOUR turn to shine. I want you to leave a mark and start climbing your way to the top.

I've said this once and I'll say it again; I had my shot at the Undisputed championship, now it's time for someone else to get that shot …

I think that someone could be you … Show me that you're ready tonight, and I'll be the first to put a good word in that you deserve a shot at the strap when the time comes. You have my word.

Bosa takes a deep breath before cracking his neck. With a deep sigh, he looks Darius right in the eyes and speaks with a resigned tone of voice.

Bosa: Consider it done. I appreciate the confidence. There is no denying what you have accomplished in that ring. I would be a fool to even try. So to hear you say those things, to even attempt to try and motivate me to be better than I have been... I can dig that. Tonight, you will have Beast Incarnate at your side. Together, the very foundation of the Earth is going to split wide open as we take back what belongs to US... Brand supremacy. Make no mistake about it, I got your back out there just as I have the backs of everyone on team Red. When this is over, that Undisputed Championship is next on my list. If I can count you as an ally, I will take it. Just remember, this arrangement goes both ways. You can count on me as well. If you were looking for a reaction from me... you will get it tonight. Let's go to war and take the EWC back...

Bosa offers a handshake to Darius, which Darius gladly accepts while nodding his head with approval. Darius then exits the room, allowing Bosa to finish preparing as we head down the Island to the Southern Backstage area to find Buddy Love.

The camera cuts backstage where we find a smiling Buddy Love as he looks at himself in a mirror and adjusts his pink bow tie and twists his hair in the front to make a little curly-cue with his bangs, he takes a step back and admires himself as he sees walking towards him in the reflection FSW’s own Lisa Goldrush, he smiles and waves but she doesn’t look too pleased to see ‘The Prodigal Son’

Love: Lisa my dear…

Lisa puts her hands on her hips

Love: I see you made it to Parabellum...you’re welcome by the way…

Goldrush: I’m welcome…

Love: Why yes, they weren’t going to have you ‘booked’ for this show…

Goldrush: I know that, EWC ppvs have their own interview crew, Ace Heart and Pepper Montana, either of them could have done this interview Buddy...I was on my way to Fiji for a little R&R, a little me time, do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been able to kick my feet up and have a vacation...a at vacation to Fiji at that? It’s been my dream vacation for as long as I can remember and it was on the way back to Daly City...I had my bags packed, ticket bought...a bungalow right there on the water, the crystal blue water and then my phone rang…

Buddy smiles

Goldrush: It was the office of FSW GM Chris Brock informing me that you requested…

Love: Insisted…

Goldrush: Insisted that I come to Parabellum to conduct an interview with Killjoy Ito and Buddy Love...Buddy, why...why couldn’t you have just used one of the other interviewers, they are fantastic…

But Buddy waves her off

Love: Because this is Brand Warfare Lisa and I’m not about to trust someone from Braw, Rampage or Prime…

Goldrush: They don’t work for any of those brands Bunny, they are neutral in all this…

Buddy looks at her

Love: Like France?

Goldrush: Try Switzerland...you really should look into an online program or that virtual learning that seems to be all the rage…

But Buddy once again waves her off

Love: I got a fine education at the Love Learning Center...my point is I don’t trust any of them, they could have taken a bribe from Dominic Sanders or Darius to put eye drops in my drink to make me sick like in Wedding Crashers or paid off by Nezumi or DSR Vol Dos to put a bag over my head and kidnap me like in Game Night...this is a war the likes we haven’t seen since the East Coast/West Coast Rap Wars that nearly tore our country apart Lisa so I want people around me that I can trust...thus I insisted that FSW’s own Lisa Goldrush be brought here before me to conduct this interview…

He smiles at her still thinking he did her a favor

Love: Tonight the FSW takes its rightful place alongside Brawl and Rampage as the 3rd Brand in the EWC…

Goldrush: No, that’s not until 2021…

Love: We will no longer be thought of as ‘developmental’ or the pathway to the main roster...we will be the main roster, we will supplant Brawl as the ‘Flag Ship’ show because let’s face it...FSW is the new hip place to be, Brawl is tired and boring these days and Rampage...nobody watches TV on Friday night, people go out and celebrate the end of a long workweek...Wednesday night is the NEW night for wrestling, everyone knows that Lisa and why...because of the FSW...tonight we will go out there as a TEAM and smack around the other teams because out team is made up of FOUR CHAMPIONS...none of the other brands can say that. Killjoy and I put together an unstoppable team and when we run the table, when not one single FSW SUPERSTAR is eliminated and we all stand in that ring as one unit the wrestling world will know that the FSW has arrived and it was lead by KILLJOY ITO!!!!

Killjoy steps in behind Lisa and looks down on her

Love: FSW #100 was a slight step back but tonight we go out there and Killjoy reminds everyone that he is the new face of the FSW, the one that will lead this brand into the future, that he’s the one that beats all the top stars from the ‘other’ brands when they come to Daly City but that tart that holds the championship at the moment...we have big plans set for the rest of 2020 Lisa and Killjoy will reclaim his spot atop of the FSW, FSW Championship or not, people know he’s the man to beat here and tonight, after we go through the best of Brawl, the best of Rampage and the best of Prime people will understand that he’s just not the man to beat on FSW but he’s the man to beat in the EWC...Darius, Nezumi and Dominic Sanders, they will look laughable as their ‘team captains’ when Killjoy’s team runs right through theirs...Stitches, Robby Ryder and Otaki...they were hand selected by us and expected to claim us scalps the same way, the same way Lt Aldo Raines expected The Bastards to do in Inglourious Bastards...and just like The Bastards ‘we ain’t in the prisoner-takin business, we in the killing Brawl, Rampage and Prime business and Lisa, business is about to be BOOMIN’

Buddy smiles having done his best...and terrible, Brad Pitt impression

Goldrush: I’m missing my vacation for that…

Buddy nods

Love: How about this, once this match is over I’LL take you to Fiji, we can have a victory celebration, just you and me...I’ll even let you rub sunscreen all over me...and no, before you ask, I’m not wearing a sweater...I just have a lot of back hair…

Lisa gags a little

Goldrush: On second thought I don’t want to go to Fiji...thanks for ruining that for me…

Buddy smiles and puts his arm around her

Love: You’re very welcome...but the offer still stands, any island really, as long as it’s just you and…

But before he can finish Lisa wiggles free and walks away from the pair

Love: You can run but you can’t ‘fight this feeling anymore’...REO Speedwagon, it can be our song Lisa...

Buddy looks at Killjoy and smiles

Love: ‘I’m going to marry that girl someday’ but unlike Biff Tannen I’m not going to need a flying DeLorean or a Sports Almanac telling me Killjoy Ito is winning the Brand Warfare match here tonight at Parabellum to make me rich and make her love me...though I will buy her those big boobs Lea Thompson had…

Buddy winks as Killjoy shakes his head

BRAND WARFARE

TAG TEAM ELIMINATION OCTAGON ON THE BEACH MATCH

Team Brawl Vs Team Rampage Vs Team FSW Vs Team Prime

Team Brawl: Darius, Gabrielle Visconty, Bosa, Rafe White

Team Rampage: Nezumi Hazama, Iggy Swango, Melody Malone & Autumn Raven

Team FSW: Killjoy Ito, Stitches, Robbie Rayder, Otaki

Team Prime: Dominic Sanders, Professor I.V.Ö., Saidie Sharpe, Morden Crypt

Woo: And here we are, ladies and gentlemen! It's our main event of the evening, and now the EWC prepares for Brand Warfare as sixteen competitors across all four brands in tag team elimination rules!

Gomez: And to make things extra spicy, it all happens within the confines of an octagon steel cage! Others will try to sell you a bill of goods, but we've got the real deal here, and it's all to see what brand reigns supreme!

Woo: I've also just been informed that the General Managers of each brand will be guest commentating for this match...hang on...oh, I see...they will in fact be taking over commentary for this match. Well, then...

Dobrev: The following match is our main event of Parabellum, and it is a Brand Warfare Match contested under elimination rules inside the octagon steel cage! Introducing first, representing PRIME, the team of...MORDEN CRYPT, PROFESSOR I.V.Ö., SAIDIE SHARPE, and their captain...DOMINIC SANDERS!

"Could've Been Me" plays as Team PRIME makes their way out, accompanied by Co-GMs Marshall Evans and Hayley Kushnir. Sanders looks especially smug as the team makes their way to the cage while Evans and Kushnir take their place at commentary.

Dobrev: Introducing next, representing FSW, the team of...OTAKI, ROBBIE RAYDER, STITCHES, and their captain...KILLJOY ITO!

"Superstar" plays as Team FSW makes their way out, accompanied by GM Chris Brock. Ito looks quite sure of his team's ability as they head to the cage, while Brock takes his place at commentary.

Dobrev: Introducing next, representing RAMPAGE, the team of...MELODY MALONE, AUTUMN RAVEN, IGGY SWANGO, and their captain...NEZUMI HAZAMA!

"Another Fight" plays as Team RAMPAGE makes their way out, accompanied by GM Grizzly Duggan. Nezumi looks very confident as the team heads to the cage, while Duggan takes his place at commentary.

Dobrev: And last but not least, representing BRAWL, the team of...BOSA, GABRIELLE VISCONTY, RAFE WHITE, and their captain...DARIUS!

"BZRK" plays as Team BRAWL makes their way out, accompanied by GM Jim Connors. Darius looks to his team with a smirk of confidence as they head to the cage, while Connors takes his place at commentary.

Woo: GMs, welcome to the commentary booth, we'll let you take it from here as the bell rings on this amazing main event

Connors: Well, here we are. Time to watch Brawl kick some ass!

Duggan: I think you mean, it’s time for the green brand on FNR to prove once again why it is the superior show!

Evans: Come on now. Prime is clearly the best brand in EWC right.

Brock: Ladies and gentlemen, let’s not pussyfoot around this. FSW is stacked top to bottom and our team has a combined 7 World title reigns between them all. Orange is the color of the year tonight at Parabellum!

DING DING DING 

All four team captains choose to start as Ito, Sanders, Hamada and Darius all star each other down for about one and a half seconds before they all run at each other in the center of the ring and begin to brawl! Darius and Dominic Sanders are throwing haymakers as the two Japanese men, Killjoy and Nezumi, show that there is no respect between the both of them as they star to slug it out! Sanders gets the advantage over Darius and is able to get enough room between the two in order to connect with a clothesline from hell as the crowd immediately reacts with a giant “OHHHH!” Ito and Nezumi are still throwing hard elbows, but Nezumi quickly finds an opening and throws a kick to the knee of Killjoy that sends him briefly down to one knee, allowing him to land a back heel kick right to the chest of the FSW captain.

Dominic and Nezumi look to each other now as the crowd is cheering, they take a step toward each other as if they are going to start going at it, but quickly they change who they are attacking. Nezumi takes a few steps toward Darius who is back on his feet, but quickly hits a flowing snap DDT as Dominic takes Ito down with a massive spear! Both Dom and and Nezumi go for a cover simultaneously, but only get a one count each before their opponents kick out. Dominic is quick to hit feet and goes right after Nezumi this time with boots that keep him on the mat. Nez starts to roll out of the way and into his corner, but Dominic follows him and keeps stomping on the downed FNR captain. Ito and Darius are back to their feet. They look to each other and nod, then both get a running start at Dominic and Nezumi in the corner. Killjoy runs to the ropes instead, jumping to the middle rope, using it as a springboard and then jumping back toward, rotating and landing a flying forearm smash on an unaware Dominic Sanders! Killjoy uses his momentum to take a mounting position and starts throwing big shots at the Prime captain! Nezumi uses that time to get to his feet, but is quickly hit with a big boot that backs him up into the corner again. Darius then grabs Nezumi and hits an Impaler DDT!

Connors: Darius with Black Matter! This could be an early night for Nezumi!

Duggan: No way, Nez isn’t going down that easily! Not like Dominic just did!

Evans: You watch your mouth Duggan! Dominic Sanders is The Ace in the hole for Prime!

Brock: The only Ace in this match is EWC’s ACE… Killjoy Ito!

Darius does not go for the pin and instead goes after Killjoy, breaking up the scrum between the FSW and Prime captains. Darius now splitting his time between throwing a shot at Dominic and then a shot at Killjoy. Back in the corner where Nuzumi was laid out, he is getting to his feet slowly. Luckily he is in his own corner and Autumn Raven uses this chance to tag herself in just as Killjoy and Dominic are now turning the tides as they attack Darius in tandem. Darius takes a few shots before he crumples to the mat and rolls out of the way. Autumn Raven now charging at Dominic as she catches him off guard with a running hurricanrana that she calls Bad Luck! Darius has made it to his corner now and tags in Rafe White. Autumn tries to cover Dominic, but Dom kicks out before one is even counted as Dominic just presses Raven out of the way! Dominic quick to his feet and decides he needs a breather as he goes to his corner and tags in Professor IVO!

Duggan: We’re seeing some fresh blood now in the match. FNR, Prime and Brawl have all changed out competitors!

Evans: Dominic just needed a small break. He may be the greatest competitor this octagon will see tonight, but even Superman gets to rest from time to time.

Connors: It’s funny that you think that Marshall! Darius has a pinfall over the current Undisputed champion! He’s the man that will win this for Brawl, mark my words!

Brock: Funny how your three “Captains” all had to bow out early, but Killjoy is still in this showing why he’s the workhorse of all of EWC!

IVO comes running in right away and hits a spinning side kick on Rafe White, that she calls the Vonterminator! Meanwhile, Killjoy Ito is getting back into the fray now as he goes after Autumn Raven and lands a toe kick into her midsection that sends Autumn doubling over. Killjoy follows up with a suplex that he then turns into a neckbreaker sending Autumn crashing to the mat, rolling away as she grabs her neck in pain. Rafe and IVO are still going at it, exchanging blows, but not for long as Ito runs across the ring, taking both down with dual lariats! Killjoy Ito now stands as the sole competitor on their feet as the crowd erupts at the action so far in this match!

Brock: That a boy Ito-san!

Connors: Yawn… Wake me up when something actually happens that matters.

Evans: Just wait, IVO is about to start the beginning of the end of this match!

As if on cue, IVO is to her feet now as she takes a vial out of her pockets and then sneaks up behind Autumn Raven and injects it into her arm. Autumn immediately gets out of IVO's path as she attempts to get to her feet, but somehow seems to not be able to her her bearings, looking to be dizzy.

Evans: and THAT would be the poison that is going to change the entire course of this match, like I said!

Autumn seems to be spinning around now as she can’t seem to equalize herself. Rafe sees this and immediately looks to take advantage, shoving IVO out of the way as he stalks Raven. Raven spins around just enough for Rafe to swoop in and grab her in the crucifix position, lifting her up and then planting her with a Messiah Bomb! Rafe keeps the hold to cover as the ref goes for the count!





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Dobrev: Autumn Raven has been eliminated!

Connors: And just like that team Rampage is one member down!

Officials assist Raven in exiting the cage as the match continues, with Swango coming in to make a statement! She goes after Rafe White with a flurry of offense that culminates in a spinning roundhouse kick! Rafe goes down as Iggy turns her attention to Killjoy, who lays into her with some hard chops! As they go at it, IVO tags in Morden Crypt, coming in immediately on the attack! He goes straight after Rafe, pummeling him with some heavy lefts and rights before sending him face first into the cage...only to be intercepted by a big dropkick from Killjoy! The FSW captain unloads on a barely-fazed Crypt, who quickly turns his attention to Ito. Before the big man can take another step, he's stopped by a roundhouse kick by Swango! Rafe gets back into the action, and the three smaller competitors bring Crypt down with a temporary alliance!

This alliance only lasts for a moment, however, as Crypt gets back to his feet and sends Swango flying! Morden focuses on Rafe once more, laying into him with a heavy right hand before lifting White up...DOOMED SOCIETY! Rafe is out like a light after that brainbuster as Morden goes for the cover...KETTEI-DA BY KILLJOY! Crypt is down to his back as Killjoy makes the cover!




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THREE!

Dobrev: Rafe White has been eliminated!

Connors: WHAT!? No no no, this can't be right...

Brock: You just watched Killjoy swoop in and give the red brand their first elimination of the night!

Officials are helping Rafe out of the cage as Bosa runs in...but instead of going after the FSW captain, Bosa's got his sights set on Morden Crypt! It looks like Beast Mode Incarnate has officially activated, as Bosa throws everything he's got at Morden who's sent reeling back...which gives Professor IVO an opportunity to make the blind tag before Saidie Sharpe can! Sharpe doesn't look thrilled about IVO inserting herself right back into the action, but IVO looks to catch Bosa by surprise with a flurry of offense that distracts Bosa long enough for Killjoy to connect with a nasty dropkick! Killjoy and the Professor turn their attention to each other, exchanging some hard strikes looking for the upper hand as Swango goes after Bosa in an attempt to prove a point against the red brand...only for Bosa to connect with a neckbreaker!

Bosa stays on the offensive with some mounted punches as Killjoy brings IVO down with a kick to the head, before locking in a rear naked choke! RONGUGUDDONAITO! Killjoy's looking to give the Professor a Long Goodnight as he cinches the hold in, and the ref checks on IVO, who has passed out! The ref calls it, IVO's knocked out cold!

Dobrev: Professor I.V.Ö. has been eliminated!

Evans: What, so soon!? Killjoy's a monster!

Duggan: Speaking of monsters, it looks Crypt is not letting Saidie get into this match either! Surely Dominic is going to get his team on the same page, they're already down a competitor!

Crypt is back in once more, immediately targeting Bosa with some heavy right hands! Crypt grabs Bosa, looking to send him into the cage as Killjoy goes after Swango once again...only for Swango to catches him with some kicks to the knee that slows Ito down. Swango grabs him, looking for Non-Zero Possibility...but Killjoy slips out with a big kick to the jaw of Swango! The former Tag Team Champion is down as Crypt continues his attack on Bosa with some clubbing blows. Crypt picks him up looking lock in the Gates of Purgatory...but Bosa manages to escape his grip!

Eventually, Bosa is able to fend him off with some right hands of his own before landing a particularly nasty punch that brings Crypt down to one knee. This gives Bosa the opening he needs to hit the Blackout DDT on the big man, and the cover!




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THREE!

Dobrev: Morden Crypt has been eliminated!

Evans: He kicked out! It's clear as day, Morden Crypt kicked out of that!

Connors: Not quick enough, Evans! Bosa just toppled the biggest monster in this match, and that's why he was selected for our team! He's got the heart of a champion, and...oh no...

Officials are trying to get Morden Crypt out of the cage, but the big man is going after Bosa! Bosa's fighting him off as best he can as Saidie runs in...DOOMED SOCIETY ON BOSA! Crypt has taken Bosa out with that brainbuster as the officials are now forcing Crypt out of the cage as the match continues!

Bosa struggles up to his feet, he is on wobbly legs and can barely move. Saidie Sharpe is there in no time with a dropkick to Bosa’s knee! Bosa is down on one knee, Saidie rushes Bosa and connects with a second dropkick that turns him inside out! On the other side of the ring, Iggy has Killjoy Ito down with his head on the cage, she rushes it and slams into him with a vicious running hip attack! Ito’s head hits hard against the cage! Iggy scans over and sees the only standing person is Saidie, and they advance on each other!

Duggan: Get her Iggy!

Evans: Don’t back down Saidie!

Iggy smashes into Saidie with a European uppercut, Saidie takes a few steps back and leaps into an enziguri! Iggy stumbles backwards but launches herself forward with an uppercut under Saidie’s chin! Saidie falls down into a seated position, Iggy quickly leaps forward, smashing her leg into Saidie’s face with a Disco Wizard! At the other side of the ring, Ito is using the cage to stand. Iggy explodes towards him and leaps into another hip attack, this one to the back of Ito’s head!

Duggan: Yea Iggy!

Bosa is beginning to stand in the center of the octagon, he is on wobbly legs and has taken a lot of damage. He steps towards Saidie and goes for the pin but Iggy is there within the blink of an eye landing Disco Wizard on the back of his head. Iggy makes the cover!

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THREE!!!

BOSA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Connors: That was bullcrap! Bosa would have had Saidie!

Duggan: It’s war Conners. It’s war.

Darius jumps into the ring and rushes Iggy and immediately slams into her with a hunters mark spear! Iggy is spun inside out and lands on the back of her head, the momentum pops her up onto her feet and she slumps forwards into a Darius facelock. Darius looks directly at Nezumi as he picks up Iggy and nails her with the Gray Matter Impact DDT. Darius makes the cover.

ONE









TWO









THREE!!!

IGGY SWANGO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Connors: It’s just war Duggan.

Duggan: Well at least it took two finishers to keep her down. And she already had a match tonight. So bite me!

Brock: Now now, no need to fight boys. Just remember that FSW hasn’t lost a single person yet. That’ll cheer you up.

Duggan/Connors/Evans: SCREW YOU!

Darius drags Saidie Sharpe up to her feet and then Irish-Whips her into the cage wall, where she hits hard and crumbles down. He advances on her but an angry Melody Malone spins him around punches him in the mouth! Darius takes a step back and Melody leaps into a standing Enziguri, Darius ducks it and grabs on a headlock, he leaps forward into a bulldog. Darius gets up and turns his attention back to Saidie Sharpe who is still lying helpless. He drags her up to her feet but she was playing opossum! She grabs the bigger man and spins him into a spinebuster against the cage! Saidie grabs on a wrist-lock and Irish-Whips Darius towards a now standing Killjoy Ito who immediately jumps up into a Kettei-da knee strike that drops Darius like a sack of potatoes! Killjoy makes the cover!


ONE








TWO








THR… KICKOUT BY DARIUS!!!

Connors: That’s my boy!

Brock: Finish it Ito!

Ito pulls Darius to his knees and backs up, Saidie rushes in as well. Ito connects with a Kettei-da at the same time Saidie hits the Sparkling Witch to the back of Darius’ head! Ito covers!

ONE









TWO









THREE!!!

DARIUS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Killjoy Ito gets to his feet, feeling the affects of being in this match from the opening bell, and is rolled up by Saidie Sharpe!

ONE








TWO









THREE!!!

KILLJOY ITO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED

Evans: There you go Saidie!

Brock: Damnit!

Duggan: I think the most important thing here is, BRAWL is down to one! Hahaha!

Robbie Rayder explodes into the match and rushes Saidie and lands a brutal sidekick! Saidie stumbles and Rayder leaps up into a hurricanrana. Saidie hits hard but bounces up, her back turned to Robbie who then leaps up into a poisionrana! Saidie’s head hits the canvas hard. Robbie goes for the pin!

ONE









TWO









T… KICKOUT BY SAIDIE SHARPE!

Evans: You go Saidie!

Connors: Watch out there Robbie!

Just as Connors finishes his threat, Robbie is spun around by the last remaining BRAWL Star Gabi Vee! Gabi grabs on a front waistlock and yanks Robbie into a belly-to-belly suplex! Gabi grabs Robbie’s hand and Irish-whips him into a corner of the octagon and takes off towards him, hitting a handspring into an elbow directly into Robbie’s mouth! Gabi follows it up with a European uppercut and locks on another front waistlock! Gabi goes for the belly-to-belly but Robbie swings her around into his own belly-to-belly against the cage! Robbie backs up and then spins into a kick that connects with Gabi’s jaw!

Brock: There you go Robbie!

On the other side of the cage, Saidie was able to tag out to Dominic who helped Melody Malone up. The two nodded and waited for Robbie to finish kicking Gabi. Robbie turned and saw he was outnumbered, his eyes shot to Otaki and Stitches for help, but they just looked on.

Brock: God damnit! Help him!

Robbie smiled to himself, and then gave in and charged. Robbie brawled with Melody and Dominic and he was able to stand his ground a few seconds but then the numbers game was too much. America’s Most Hated had prevailed. Melody grabbed Robbie in a headlock while Dominic lifted his legs, they dropped him into a modified Nightmare Fuel spiking DDT. Dominic kept a hold of Robbie’s legs and locked on a Texas Cloverleaf! The refs had no choice but to call it as Robbie was unresponsive from the DDT.

ROBBIE RAYDER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED

Brock: That was bullcrap!

Duggan: Welcome to the two left club bubba.

Brock: Fuck you.

In their corner, Otaki and Stitches waited to get involved, opting to let more eliminations happen. AMH turned their attention to Gabi Vee. Nezumi Hazama looked on with disappointment, Saidie looked on with embarrassment. Dominic dragged Gabi Vee up, but Gabi shot up on her own into a European uppercut! Dominic stumbled, Gabi leaped up and kicked off his chest into a superman punch on Melody! Melody was spun around and Gabi leaped up onto her shoulders and ripped Melody back with a poisonrana! Melody’s head crashed into Dominic’s and both were down! Gabi did another handstand flip into an elbow drop on Melody’s throat!

Connors: GABI!!!!

Gabi pulled Dominic up and Irish-whipped him into the cage face first. Dominic stumbled out, Gabi rushed past him and jumped up onto the cage, kicking herself on and onto Dominic’s shoulders where she flipped him into a draganrana with a pin! Angelrana!!!

ONE








TWO









THRE… BREAKUP BY SAIDIE SHARPE!

Evans: SAIDIE!!!

Saidie sends Gabi face first into the cage wall. Saidie drags Dominic over to their corner, while Melody crawls over to her corner. Saidie tags in, as does Nezumi Hazama. At the FSW corner Otaki has now entered the ring. Gabi Vee is crawling towards the center of the ring, Saidie sizes her up and rushes for a sparkling witch, but Gabi gets to her feet and leaps up into a standing Anglerana! Cover!

ONE









TWO









THREE!

SAIDIE SHARPE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED

Evans: Saidie saved Dominic, something none of us saw coming. Thank you for your efforts Saidie.

Connors: Welcome to the one star club.

Duggan/Brock: Heh

On the other side of the ring Otaki has just slapped the taste out of Nezumi’s mouth, presumably for his comments about her bottom. Nezumi uses the momentum and spins around into a heel kick. Otaki stumbles back. Nezumi leans into her with a forearm strike, and then another. The thud as the bone meets the jaw is sickening to the ear. Otaki throws a wild backhanded slap that catches Nezumi off guard. She thin spins into her own spinning heel kick! Otaki leans into Nezumi with a European uppercut but he grabs a hold of her and brings her down into a snap-dragon suplex!

Duggan: That Nezumi is one crafty fellow.

On the other side of the ring, Gabi Vee and Dominic Sanders are now trading shots. Both have taken a lot of damage but seem to hit harder with every blow. Nezumi gets to his feet and approaches, shoving Gabi out of the way. He wants Dominic Sanders. Dominic and Nezumi begin to trade back and forth lariats, with neither man going down. Otaki is too her feet, and she sees and opening. Just as Dominic connects with a lariat, she connects with a big boot to the back of Nezumi’s head. He crumbles to the mat. Otaki covers!

ONE




TW… KICKOUT BY NEZUMI HAZAMA!

Duggan: Going to take much more than that to keep Captain Hazama down!

Evans: We’ll see.

Brock: Go Otaki!

Dominic drags Gabi Vee up and calls her an anus, he drags her up onto his shoulders and drops her into a backbreaker! Riptide! Cover!

ONE








TWO









THREE!!!

GABRIELLE VISCONTY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED

Duggan: SO LONG BRAWL!

Connors: NOOOOO!

Brock: Can’t win em all. But to be fair, you didn’t have a chance!

Dominic gets to his feet, but Otaki is there WITH THE BLOOD MIST! DOMINIC CANNOT SEE! Otaki takes-a-back and jumps into a Grand Finale, planting both her knees into Dominic’s back! Otaki kicks Dominic up into a standing position and rolls backwards onto her feet, she jumps into a second Grand Finale as Dominic falls. COVER!

ONE








TWO









THREE!!!

DOMINIC SANDERS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Evans: DAMNIT!

Connors: YoU CaN’T WiN tHeM AlL

Evans: I DIDN’T EVEN SAY THAT!

Otaki turns her attention to the fallen Hazama and drags him up. SHE GOES FOR ANOTHER BLOOD MIST! But Hazama drops to avoid it! Hazama scoops her up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry and drops her hard into a lifted knee strike! His knee connects directly with her chin! LET IT DIE! Hazama wastes no time making the cover!

ONE









TWO









THREE!!!

OTAKI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED

Duggan: RAMPAGE COULD WIN THIS MATCH FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!

Brock: Don’t you count out Stitches! Nezumi quickly rolls to his corner to tag in the fresher Melody Malone.

Stitches and Melody Malone lock horns, but the much fresher Stitches is able to take advantage and take-a-back. He grabs Malone’s hair and rips her backwards into a backbreaker. Stitches pulls Melody up onto his shoulders for a Samoan drop. He makes a lackluster cover just to force Melody to expel some energy and kickout. He begins to work over her fingers, twisting them to a point of near dislocation. Nezumi is there, he pulls Stitches off and onto his shoulders, looking for an olympic slam! But Stitches lands on his feet and twists Nezumi’s nose. Nezumi stumbles back with tears in his eyes as Stitches leaps into a lethal lariat. He has Rampage right where he wants him.

Brock: I told you not to doubt Stitches.

Stitches pulls Nezumi up by his hair and brings him down into a backbreaker as well. Melody is getting to her feet but a neckbreaker from Stitches handles that. He goes back to attempting to dislocate her fingers.

Duggan: This son of a bitch is sick!

Brock: We’re all sons of bitches in the end, aren’t we?

Duggan: Did you just quote Criminal Minds?

Stitches pulls Melody Malone up into a front-facelock. He goes for Sound of Silence but Nezumi grabs Malone’s leg and pulls her out of it. Stitches begins to laugh! He rushes both and hits a quit double lethal lariat! Malone is knocked down but Nezumi is knocked back into the cage… Nezumi hits the cage hard and explodes out into a SATORI KNEE STRIKE! Stitches falls backwards to his behind, Nezumi drags him up onto his shoulders and drops him into a LET IT DIE! Nezumi drags Stitches up and pushes him against the cage, where he remains propped up. Nezumi drags Melody up and slaps her back into reality. He orders her onto his shoulders for Off With Their Head and she agrees. Malone climbs Nezumi and jumps off into a corkscrew stunner! Stitches it out of it! COVER!

ONE









TWO









THREE!!!

STITCHES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Duggan: OH MY GOD. THEY DID IT!

Brock: FUCK!

Connors: Rigged!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via Nezumi Hazama and Melody Malone as the remaining survivors... RAMPAGE!

Malone holds her arms in the air in celebration before Nezumi helps Malone to her feet.

They share a celebratory hug as Grizzly Duggan slips into the ring and holds their arms up in celebration as President Mac hands a Brand Warfare Cup to Malone and one to Nezumi.

Chris Brock, who was checking on Stitches, stands up when he sees the victors. There's a moment of uneasy tension before Brock extends his hand to Nezumi, who shakes his hand, and then Malone, who also shakes it before they leave the octagon.

Brock then holds his hand out to Duggan. As Duggan reaches out with his own hand, Brock pulls his hand back.

Duggan yells something in the face of Brock which prompts Jim Connors and Marshall Evans to enter the octagon to preserve the peace.

Brock holds his hands up protesting his innocence. Evans motions to both to shake hands.

Brock and Duggan seem reluctant. Connors gives Brock a gentle push in the back but it staggers Brock who falls into Duggan. Duggan shoves back at Brock who staggers back into Connors who pushes at Brock who clatters into Evans.

A shoving match ensues between all five in the ring and a plume of sand flies from somewhere.

Everything quickly comes to a screeching halt when Evans' plaster cast catches Mac on the back of the head and he falls to the mat unconscious with blood pouring from his head - the cameras are quick to turn away as the fans scream and gasp in fear .. and all we see is blood on the mat ..



All the GMs exchange looks in shock and horror as the feed fades to black and medics come racing towards the ring

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SEGMENT WRITERS

President Mac
Allen Anderson
Lochlan McKay, Kyle Young, Kuroiki, Cory Bowen
The Southern Express
Killjoy Ito
Xavier Reid
NEVAEH & NEZUMI
Ace King
Gabrielle Visconty, Candy, JFS, Sadie Sharpe
Gabrielle Visconty, Xavier Reid, Tommy Love
Sah'ta Thor
Dominic Sanders
Darius & Bosa
Premium Posse
Scorpio & President Mac

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MATCH WRITERS

CHAMPIONSHIP SCRAMBLE
WRITER: Rotten Mark Keaton

EWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
WRITER: Rotten Mark Keaton

NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS HYPE - TAG TEAM MATCH
WRITER: FN'R

BRAND WARFARE
- TAG TEAM ELIMINATION OCTAGON ON THE BEACH MATCH
WRITER: President Mac , MNB , FN'R , PARAMOUNT , PRIME

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RECAP OF WINNERS

CHAMPIONSHIP SCRAMBLE
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal
Allen Anderson
Ben Superior
"Blessed" Justin Paird
Carlos Ruiz
Cory Bowen
Dio
Kendrick Kross
Kyle Young
Mercenary
Stevie Von Wilde
Wes Walker
WINNER(S): Wes Walker (wins a shot at one of these Championships: X-Division, FSW, North American)
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EWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Southern Express
Vs Dream Sound Revolution Vol II
WINNER(S): Southern Express (and NEW EWC World Tag Team Champions)

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NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS HYPE - TAG TEAM MATCH
Ace King, Samantha Hamilton, Scorpio & Xavier Reid
Vs Candy, Ezio Deluca, Jordan Sharpe & Nevaeh
WINNER(S): Ace King, Samantha Hamilton, Scorpio & Xavier Reid

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BRAND WARFARE
TAG TEAM ELIMINATION OCTAGON ON THE BEACH MATCH
Team Brawl Vs Team Rampage Vs Team FSW Vs Team Prime
Team Brawl: Darius, Gabrielle Visconty, Bosa, Rafe White
Team Rampage: Nezumi Hazama, Iggy Swango, Melody Malone & Autumn Raven
Team FSW: Killjoy Ito, Stitches, Robbie Rayder, Otaki
Team Prime: Dominic Sanders, Professor I.V.Ö., Saidie Sharpe, Morden Crypt
LAST PERSON(S) STANDING: Nezumi Hazama & Melody Malone
WINNING BRAND: Team Friday Night Rampage

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: TEAM FSW
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: EWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

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