FSW #102 ST. JOHN'S, NEWFOUNDLAND AND LABRADOR, CANADA

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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents

** Let's Get Ready For the Rumble!!! **

EPISODE #102

September  16TH, 2020

LIVE! from the Mile One Center - St. John's , Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada

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

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“Superstar” by For Squirrels begins to blast over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...

The scene immediately cuts to a pyro show erupting on the outside of the Cow Palace!











Then a cut to another, equally explosive show on the inside!

The fans packing the Cow Palace tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Daly City knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show on Wednesday night is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy riffs from 'Superstar' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.

IT'S ALL I WANT, IT'S ALL I NEED

IT'S ALL I SEE, IT'S ALL I BREATHE

IT'S WHAT I AM, IT'S WHAT'S I KNOW

IT'S WHAT I FEEL, IT'S WHAT I BLEED!

On the MacTron, this episode of FSW begins with its opening video montage detailing many of the historic events that have taken place in the five-year history of Future Stars of Wrestling. From past champions like Jason Hunter, Dixie Dubois, Amis Shelton, Magdalena Lockheart, and Otaki all standing underneath an old FSW logo to the more current Future Stars Champions like Xavier Reid, Cletus Franklin, Robina Hood, Robbie Rayder, and Stitches tearing down that mold...

As more pyro goes off the the FSW logo appears and flashes of the roster appear on the screen such as Killjoy Ito,Mercenary, Jason Rayne, Ezio DeLuca and finally Sebastian Conner. Then, the camera cuts to a shot from StangleMania XV of Wes Walker retaining the North American championship before fading into a shot of Candy standing tall over Stitches after Carnival Carnage, the FSW title in the air...

The camera pans around the loud and out of control audience. As the fireworks continue to explode, the fans chant and cheer! The atmosphere inside the Cow Palace seemed to be charged with that ten million volts of electricity as described in the song. Cameras pan around the arena to catch some of the signage that many fans have brought to the Cow Palace with them here tonight. The FSW fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:

"I CAME TO SEE THE TITANESS"

"DONKEY PUNCH ME!"

"WHERE IS THE SWEET TREAT?!"

"EZIO: SWIPE LEFT ON ME CUTIE!"

"O CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN (HAZAMA)"

"F-S-DUB!!!"



"F-S-DUB!!!"



"F-S-DUB!!!"



"F-S-DUB!!!"

The lights come back to full and the fans offer one last rousing cheer at the opening festivities. Tonight's announcers are on standby and ready for the show to begin.

Watson: Good evening and welcome to FSW! We are coming to you live from Cow Palace in Daly City California. My name is Tim Watson and with my as always is Cid Sydney

Sydney: It's great to be back with another episode of FSW! We are on the road to the Rumble in South Africa EWC Nation and tonight is FSW's FINAL Stop before we head over to Rainbow Nation. We have an absolute banger of a card that our General Manager has put together for you tonight and it culminates in a main event rematch from FSW #97 where Killjoy Ito, on the road to FSW #100 in Japan, toppled the United States Champion Samantha Hamilton. Tonight we run it back, only this time under X-Division rules! 

Watson: We also have a tri-brand fatal fourway when Wes Walker and Stitches the Clown welcome Rampage superstar and FSW Alum Nezumi Hazama and Dominic Sanders, the former Undisputed champion and Prime superstar. 

Sydney: And our Opening match will see a gauntlet between five of the best FSW superstars go at it for a shot at the North American title at WrestleFest! 

Watson: And then a Tag team showcase as the champs are in the house tonight in Canada! The Southern Express take on Rampage tag team Donkey Punch!

Sydney: We have all this and SO MUCH MORE! Our first match of the night will be coming up right after this quick message from EWCTV. Don't go anywhere .. FSW action will be back in exactly 1 minute

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GAUNTLET MATCH
WINNER RECEIVES NORTH AMERICAN TITLE MATCH AT WRESTLEFEST

Stevie Von Wilde

VS Jason Rayne
VS Brett Kennedy
VS Alanya Chloros
VS Mercenary

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Watson: And we are back, folks! This edition of FSW is about to get underway as we are opening with what should be a barn burner. Five competitors, One title opportunity, and a gauntlet to get through in order to earn it.

Sydney: The North American title has been a hot commodity since it was brought back last season and right now it’s over the shoulder of Ezio DeLuca. This opportunity up for grabs tonight is for a match at WrestleFest, our 4-day extravaganza coming up in December. By then, Robbie Rayder could be holding the North American title. We don't know yet. What I do know is that there is a lot of aggression from the wrestlers coming into this match. Brett Kennedy, Jason Rayne, Mercenary, these are not run of the mill competitors. They will kick your teeth in.

Watson: Stevie Von Wilde is a rookie, we haven’t seen much of him, but Alanya Chloros has been impressive in the matches of hers that we have seen. This really could go either way tonight. Right now though, let’s get down to ringside with Isabella Starr as she gets us underway!

Starr: The following contest is a 5 person gauntlet match for a North American title opportunity at WrestleFest! Two wrestlers will start and after every pinfall or submission, a new competitor will replace the one that was eliminated until there is one clear winner!

Yungbluds "Die for the Hype" begins playing.

Starr: Introducing first! Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles California by way of Portsmouth, England. He is the Prince of the Party, the Portsmouth Punk, this is Stevie Von Wilde!

The signature combination of pink and black lights comes over the stage. As the song builds up Stevie Von Wilde wanders onto the stage. Swaggering and dancing his way across the stage he approaches the crowd on one side of the stage. As the song drops into the chorus, SVW turns his back to the crowd, throws his arms into the air and falls into the crowd. SVW crowd surfs his way towards ringside singing and dancing in the arms of the crowd. Once he gets put down he struts his way into the ring. He climbs up the corner of the ring and gives the crowd the double bullhorns as he sings along with the song.

Starr: And his first opponent…

'Bundy' by Animal Alpha begins to play throughout the arena.

Starr: From Asheville, North Carolina… He is the Bridge City Asshole….. BRRRRETT...KENNNNEDDY!!!

The lights start flashing from left to right as the intro starts. The lights matching up to the beat of the bass drum. This continues for about 15 seconds, before some vocals come in. Another ten seconds, the flashing lights continue, still matching the beat of the drum. Then, as the last 8 beats come in;

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

The arena goes dark, and a voice bellows after the last beat of the drum;

'Because I'm an Asshole, That's Why'

The music returns, as 'Bundy' starts back up, and a single white spotlight shines center stage, and Brett Kennedy stands there, facing away from the crowd, and towards the MacTron. His arms are spread out wide, and the back of his shirt reads “The Asshole Punches his ticket to WrestleFest” Kennedy makes his way to the ring.

Watson: Looks like Brett Kennedy and Stevie Von Wilde will be getting us started in this important gauntlet match. Interesting matchup here. Kennedy has a very smash mouth, in your face approach and SVW is an absolute aerial enigma.

Sydney: Ground and Pound. Who ever controls the pace is the one who is going to move on here. But this is a gauntlet match as well, they all have to remind themselves that there are more opponents right around the corner. You have to reserve some fuel in the tank for that.

Matt Mercer checks both competitors, making sure they are ready to go and then calls for the bell.

DING DING DING 

Both men run at each other the second the bell rings, SVW goes for a super kick, but Kennedy ducks, hits the ropes and comes off looking for a big boot but SVW preemptively hits the mat, kips up and then faces Kennedy as we have a stale mat early on here. Kennedy nods his head as both men circle once..twice, then lock up. SVW quickly uses his speed to transition from a headlock, to wrist lock and then pushes Kennedy into the ropes. Kennedy hits the ropes face first and grabs the top rope to stop his momentum, but SVW is able to improvise and leaps over Kennedy, grabbing the head of Brett and coming down with a modified stunner that lays the neck of Brett Kennedy over the top rope. Kennedy reels back a step, grabbing his neck before falling to the mat. SVW did some damage to himself with the impact, as his tailbone hit the apron, but he shakes it off before sliding in the ring and hitting a standing elbow drop on the downed bridge city asshole. He quickly covers…


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TWO…


KICKOUT!


Watson: SVW with the innovative offense there, but only gets a two count!

Sydney: But what kind of damage did he do to himself in the process? That stunner onto the apron meant a really hard landing for Stevie.


Back in the ring, Brett Kennedy is up and he looks pissed as he throws a kick right into the stomach of SVW, doubling him over. Brett quickly follows up with a smashing forearm to the back that sends SVW to a knee. Hitting the ropes, Kennedy comes looking for a boot to the head, but Stevie is able to block and roll out of the way. Kennedy is able to quickly pivot and grab SVW up. He locks it in place and hits BK’s Seal of Approval! (Flatliner) He follows up with the cover.

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THREE!!

Starr: Stevie Von Wilde has been eliminated!!

Watson: The seal of approval can come out of anywhere! BK and SVW came hard and fast at each other, we will have to see how this affects Kennedy’s stamina going forward.

Sydney: Let’s see who the Asshole fights next!

“Meet the Monster” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to blare as Mercenary comes jogging out of the curtain and slides into the ring. Kennedy turns just in time to dodge a big boot that was aimed at BKs jaw! BK hits the ropes, comes off looking for a boot of his own and connects! BK goes for the quick cover, but only gets a one count before he is ejected up and out of Mercenary’s way. The big man sits up, looks over to BK and laughs before getting to his feet. He walks over to BK who is getting to his feet, picks him up and puts him into a torture rack. He walks to the middle of the ring and looks to connect with the reverse Death Valley Driver he calls “To Hell The Hard way” but Kennedy is able to roll through and land on his feet. He throws a kick right to the knee of The Mercenary and then leans in to attempt to pick him up, but struggles. BK digs in and tries a second time and starts to get momentum, but on shaky legs. He is able to power the big man up and barely has to move forward before the centrifugal force does it for him and BK connects with “The Crazy Train” (Green Bay Plunge)! Both men are down and it’s a solid five count before Brett has the energy to drape his hand over the Mercenary.

ONE..


TWO…


THR- KICKOUT!

Watson: HOW DID HE KICK OUT OF THAT?!

Sydney: Kennedy used everything he had on that Crazy Train. He used up so much energy that it took him a beat too long to cover the big man. This could cost that asshole in the ring.

Waston: Cid, Language!

Sydney: Oh back off. He calls HIMSELF an asshole.

Watson: This is true!

Back in the ring, Mercenary is up to his feet, but seems to be light footed a bit still. BK comes after him with a lariat attempt, but Merc ducks and hits the ropes. On the rebound, Merc catches BK with an atomic drop. BK stumbles back and turns around, but Merc pops up and grabs Kennedy in a full nelson before hitting the decimator atomic drop! ( full nelson powerbomb) The impact separates the two as the both hit the mat and bounce a bit. Merc only takes a second to follow up with a cover.


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TWO…



THREE!!!


Starr: Brett Kennedy has been eliminated!!

Sydney: Now that is the mean Merc that we’ve been waiting to see come back!

Watson: Mercenary certainly came to play tonight, but Brett Kennedy was moments away from moving on in this gauntlet match. Speaking of which, it’s time for the next entrant! Who will it be?

Pyros hit and "Invincible" by Two Steps From Hell begins to play as Stheno raises her arms to the sky and them dashes to the ring, sliding in under the ropes and popping up instantly, going right on the attack and clubbing Mercenary in the back, making him stumble into the ropes. The Gorgon uses the momentum to throw Merc into the opposite ropes. On the rebound, Chloros hits Serpent’s Tail (Spinning heel kick) that makes Mercenary stumble back before going down on one knee. Alanya is quick to follow up as she quickly gets on the other side of her opponent and grabs his downed leg, locking in Breaking Point (Ankle Lock submission). Merc immediately grimaces, trying not to show that this submission is causing him pain. Chloros is using every muscle in her body to keep the much bigger man from getting to the ropes, but Merc is inching his way there bit by bit.

Watson: This is NOT a good spot for Mercenary to be in. The longer he is in this submission, the more damage is being inflicted on that knee.

Sydney: Looks like the Gorgon might be moving on to the last round of this gauntlet!

Merc is mere millimetres away from the ropes, but Alanya is digging in and trying to pull him away. Merc abandons his plan to get to the ropes and instead is able to maneuver his body to relieve the pressure. He then follows up by grabbing the head of the Gorgon and rolling her up into a small package!


ONE…


TWO…


THREE!!

Starr: Alanya Chloros has been eliminated!!!

Sydney: WOW!!!... I don’t know where Merc had to dig down to find the resolve to get out of that ankle lock, but man was that impressive! The Question is, how much damage was done to that ankle?

Watson: I don’t know, but we all know who is coming next! Jason Rayne is not going to take it easy on the Mercenary, that is for damn sure!

“The Devil Inside” by The Blues Saraceno plays as Jason Rayne comes stalking down the entrance way. In the ring, Matt Mercer is checking on Mercenary, evaluating his ankle. Over the crowd you can hear Merc yell “IT’S FINE. LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE” as he pushes Mercer away. He attempts to get to his feet, but his ankle immediately buckles under the weight and he is back to one knee. Jason Rayne is smiling ear to ear now, as if he is a starving man at a buffet. Mercenary shoots the leg and tries to get Rayne down to the ground early and even out the playing field, but Jason is able to easily dodge as it’s clear that Mercenary is not 100% right now. While Merc is trying to recoup, Jason is quick to close the gap and start stomping on the downed knee of his opponent. This takes Mercenary to the mat completely, exposing the injured ankle and Jason Rayne goes to town on it, throwing stomp after stomp at it. Mercenary is able to roll to the corner and grab ropes, but Rayne doesn’t let up until Matt Mercer gets to 4 on his mandatory 5 count to break. Rayne backs up a few steps as Mercenary struggles to pull himself up. He gets to his feet, but before he can even steady himself Jason Rayne closes the gap again and hits a swinging neck breaker that takes them both back to the mat.

Sydney: This is exactly what we all knew Rayne would do. He is going to go after that ankle every chance he can and then he’s going to clean up the scraps.

Watson: I just do not see how Mercenary can overcome this. That ankle seems to be really injured right now.

Rayne covers, but only gets a two count before Mercenary presses Rayne off of him. Merc immediately rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up, but not before Jason is right there to kick his injured ankle out from under him. Merc is able to stay upright as he has a solid plant on his good leg. Jason goes for another strike, but Merc blocks, spinning Rayne around until he is opposite Merc. Merc sees this and locks in a Kata-Ha-Jime choke hold! He whips Rayne back and forth before twisting them both around and converting into a snap-dragon suplex that sends Jason Rayne flying across the ring!

Watson: Some life still left in the big guy here!

Rayne is first to his feet and quickly grabs Mercenary to his feet, spinning and quickly hitting a snap German suplex! He tries to bridge, but Mercenary is quick to escape. Rayne back to his feet and he backs Mercenary into the ropes, then slingshots him across to the other side. Rayne quickly follows and is able to be right there for a scoop power slam! Jason covers.


ONE…


TWO…


THRE-NO! KICKOUT!

Rayne is showing frustration now as he seems to be unable to put his opponent away. He slams his fist to the mat, but goes right back to working on the injured ankle as he tries to put another ankle lock on it! But Mercenary is quick to escape this time, limiting the damage. Rayne rushes to attack Merc again, but this time Merc is able to side step and sweep Jason in between the top and middle ropes. This gives Mercenary a moment to get to his feet before putting a bit of pressure onto the back of the downed Rayne by using a knee to press Rayne’s throat into the rope. After a three count from Matt Mercer, Merc releases his grip, grabs Rayne by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He looks around, then drives a knee into his midsection, allowing Merc to grab him by the waist, pull him up into a powerbomb and slam him into the Mat! Mercenary is not done though as he deadlifts Jason Rayne with all the strength he has and lifts him by the waist up onto his back, before landing the Gravedigger Drop! (high angle sit out powerbomb). Mercenary holds on for the pinning attempt.

ONE…




TWO...



THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: Here is your winner, moving on to challenge for the North American title at WrestleFest… MMMMMMMERRRCENNNNAAARRRYYY!!!!

Sydney: HOLY SHIT!

Watson: Normally I would admonish that language, but that seems appropriate for this situation. I don’t know where Mercenary kept getting that extra gear, but he almost ran the entire gauntlet tonight and outlasted three opponents and just filled his dance card for WrestleFest!

Sydney: Good on you big guy…. Good on you!

Watson: This was JUST the beginning here tonight folks, we still have lots more action to go, we’ll be right back!

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Lisa Goldrush is standing near the locker room area. Mic in hand. A man with a towel around his neck stands next to her with his back to the camera.

Lisa Goldrush: I’m here with FSW newcomer David Gospel, who tonight will put his entire Season 21 salary on the line against fellow new arrival Marcus St. John, who came away with the victory during their co-debut on Gambit just a month ago... 

Gospel turns and faces Lisa. The live crowd pops.

Lisa Goldrush: David, your prorated salary is reportedly somewhere in the ballpark of $75,000. No small chunk of change. As bell time draws closer, are you feeling any pressure?

Gospel: Lisa, as you know, it was a long journey to the EWC for me... 15 years to be exact. And along that journey, I made plenty of bad decisions—I’m human after all. Lucky for me though, I made a few good ones too, a few key investments. So, should somehow, by some act of God, I lose tonight... I’m far from ruined. My house is in order. But, at the same time, 75k is a lot of coin. So, to answer your question, Lisa, am I feeling any pressure? Of course. But no more than usual. Look, it’s like I explained a couple days ago, making this wager was all about business, the David Gospel business. Regardless of what happened a month ago or how much money is up for grabs tonight, there are no extra nerves here, because I’m just BETTER than Marcus St. John, and after tonight the world will know that... and he will too!

He turns to the camera.

Gospel: And THAT, my friends... That’s as good as Go—
Gospel is interrupted by a producer who hands him a folded piece of paper. Gospel opens and reads. By the look on his face, it can’t be good news. He balls up the note, aggressively tosses it and storms off camera.

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“I’m Rich” by TMG plays and the crowd has no reaction until the Mactron lights up with the face of Winthrop Bradley Esquire. The man whom the song heralds hasn’t done anything inside the ring to deserve any fanfare, love or hate wise, but his anti pro wrestling activism outside the squared hell certainly elicits a strong welcome of jeers as he walks out. 

The billionaire bad boy is clad in a form fitting suit befitting his superior social and financial status and he no-sells the crowd reaction as he goes down to the ring and enters it. A mic is deposited into his hand as the commentating crew hams up their contempt for the man and why EWC decided to be a part of this whole ordeal regarding him. 

W.B.E.: Okay Newfoundland and Labrador, I’m sure you have no idea what I’m saying since I’m speaking English, but I honestly don’t care because this message doesn’t pertain to you or this shitheap of a country. For those of you out there in English speaking land, I’m Winthrop Bradley Esquire. Yes, I’m the man who was brave enough to speak out against this barbaric so called “sport”. I’m the one who slapped one of wrestling’s greatest half of famers in his face for disrespecting my dad in a high profile business meeting. I’m the one who the fake news demonized and villainized in the aftermath of that altercation with wrestling’s greatest attraction. And yes, sadly, I’m the one who has been sentenced to a one year “prison” sentence in EWC’s FSW program for my crimes against professional wrestling, where I must compete as one of those knuckle dragging meat sacks you imbecilic twits worship.

The spectators aren’t liking him one bit and shower him with even greater boos so profound that he has to pause his diatribe to let it die down before continuing. 

W.B.E: Since I’m being forced into battle inside this deplorable ring for the next twelve months, I must swallow my pride and lower myself to lesserling levels and use this time to make an announcement. I am willing to pay ONE MILLION DOLLARS to anyone who will train me in your barbaric “sport”. I don’t care about winning some cheap fake metal glued onto even cheaper and faker leather straps. I’m only interested in surviving these next twelve months. Obviously this means I’ll have to learn how to defend myself in here. So, there you go. I’ve made my offer. OH and I do have some requirements with this offer. I only want to be trained by a current, active member of EWC. It doesn’t matter what brand because I’m rich as fuck and can fly anywhere on a moment’s notice. OH and uh, this trainer must be female. I feel that a male would take liberties with me given my smaller body in comparison to the bulk of the roided up juice monkeys. Let’s face it, the real reason men do this sport is because they get to live out their secret homo-erotic fantasies of molesting other men and playing touch butt with them under the guise of a combat art. 

The fans are really letting him have it now but he no-sells them and carries on. 

W.B.E.: A female trainer would allow me the peace and comfort knowing if she got out of line with me I can just overpower her and I would be less likely to end up badly hurt. If push comes to shove, however, I guess I would be forced to allow a male trainer. Hopefully that doesn’t happen. Women love money more than anything else, so I’m sure one million in their bank account will have them beating down my door by the time I get back to my room tonight. 

He takes a deep breath and has an inspired look on his face. 

W.B.E.: Now that I have that out of the way, I would like to introduce to you the wrestling fan something that has some actual class and intelligence to it. Please remove yourself from your blind and brainwashed hated of me for a moment as I recite some Hamlet to you all. AHEM *clears throat* Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will! But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--

His mic is suddenly cut off. The crowd boos him out of the building literally. He leaves angry and frustrated. 

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SINGLES MATCH

David Gospel

VS Marcu$ $t. John

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Watson: This next one ought to be real interesting, as two newcomers have found bad blood fast. Per the terms he himself negotiated, should David Gospel lose this one-on-one contest here tonight he will forfeit his entire Season 21 salary to his opponent, Marcus St. John.

Production kills the lights and brings the crowd to a hush. Cue "Can't you hear me knocking" by the Rolling Stones. The opening licks prompt an immediate pop. As the drum thumps in and Jagger starts jiving, bold white script winds across the Jumbotron: “Gospel”
Spotlights hit the curtain and reveal David Gospel... and he does not look happy. Without any ritual or delay, Gospel marches down to the ring on fire...

Watson: Gospel's either really eager to get this match underway or something's up.

Sydney: We'll find out soon enough. He's callin' for a mic...

David Gospel: Cut the music...

Gospel’s music ends abruptly.

Gospel: Folks, I am sick to my stomach right now having to deliver this news, but my duel with Marcu$ $t. John... it ain’t gonna happen. MSJ’s pulled out of tonight’s match...

A resounding chorus of boos from the Mile One Center crowd.

Gospel: I know. I know. I’m as disappointed as you are. Believe me. No one hates a bait and switch more than me. It’s cheap. It’s dishonest. It’s low-rent... But, that’s Marcus St. John for ya. If he’s not ripping off Ted DiBiase, he’s ripping off all of you...

Crowd collectively “Oooooohs”.

Gospel: Word is, after his janky-ass private jet allegedly blew an engine somewhere over the Midwestern United States, the S.O.B outright refused to fly commercial. So, not only is Marcus St. John a scummy rich douche... but turns out, he’s an UPPITY P**** TOO! 

Camera pans to jaws dropping after Gospel lays the verbal wood to MSJ.

Gospel: Marcus, where ever you are... Whenever or if ever you decide to show your face in FSW again, the offer stands, wuss boy! You can cash in your guaranteed clockcleaning whenever you want... Hell, I’ll come to you! Name the time and place, pal. Just know that unlike you, I WILL show up! THAT...

Big Gospel grin. 

Gospel: That’s as good as Gospel!

Gospel drops the mic and heads out of the ring, but at the top of the ramp stands EWC journeyman tag team The Double Dees. Both with mic in hand. Gospel steps back through the ropes...

Watson: What could these two possibly want

Sydney: You mean besides whatever spare change we might have in our pockets?

Nash Deeds: Woah, woah, woah... Hold it right there, Mr. Gospel. While Marcus St. John may not be here tonight, WE are! 

The crowd boos unanimously.

Jimmy Dee Williams: Yeah! And the way we see it is you promised these people you’d go ‘all in’ tonight. 

Deeds: Yeah! That you’d lay your entire salary on the line, because David Gospel’s ‘every bit the the threat’ that he says he is... 

Williams: So, what say you prove it, 'Mr. Rolling Stone'? Make that same offer to us—the EWC’s biggest and best lookin’ pair: these Double Dees! 

More boos. Gospel calls for a mic...

Gospel: You know what? You two lovely lady lumps are right... And since I am both a man of my word AND in need of a tuneup for the Rumble... You got it! Ring the bell!!!!

The crowd erupts!

DING DING DING

Watson: WOW! Challenge accepted! Gospel’s just put his entire Season 21 salary on the line in a handicap match! 

Sydney: Yeah, but come on, Tim... Against these two clowns? He might as well wrestle the timekeeper and the guy that runs catering... 

Jimmy Dee and Nash charge the ring. Nash hits it first. He rushes in with a clothesline, but Gospel ducks. Nash turns—SWEET GOSPEL MUSIC!

Nash comically stumbles backward and over the top rope. In races Jimmy Dee now, who comes at Gospel from behind. He’s drilled by a back elbow. Jimmy Dee staggers, turns—JOBBER KNOCKER! Gospel hits Jimmy Dee with his version of the Codebreaker. Gospel jumps to his feet and begins winding his right arm like a clock hand. He hits the top of the hour and pumps... 

Watson: Gospel’s coiled! We’re about to see it! Gospel’s big uppercut finish: “The Clockcleaner”!

Jimmy Dee on his feet, turns—CLOCKCLEANER! Gospel with the cover...

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DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pin fall... DAVID GOSPEL!

Watson: No Marcus St. John tonight, but David Gospel is victorious nonetheless. And still on the payroll. It wasn’t much of a match, but he took what he could get...

Sydney: Pfff... Some tuneup.

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SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH

Elliot Bowman IV
VS Ezio DeLuca

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Watson: The Ezio DeLuca versus Elliot Bowman IV match is coming up next, folks.

Sydney: I kinda feel bad for EB4. He's got his hands full in this one.  Ezio's the North American Champion for a reason, and Elliot's only won one out of his last five matches. I've got a feeling his luck's not gonna change here tonight.

Watson: We've seen stranger things happen, though, haven't we?

Sydney: You're right about that!

Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Up The Creek Without A Paddle, weighing in at 174-pounds... ELLIOT BOWMAN IV!

"Tonight" by Seether starts to play and EB4 heads down to the ring with Max Bronson by his side.  He calls for a microphone and waits for his music to die down before addressing the fans.

EB4: Canada, eh? Legal marijuana, hockey, and universal health care. Combine the first two and the third one's free, am I right? Ah, good times--yes, yes. You know, I used to play a little hockey myself, but I ended up doing something similar to what Ryan Reynolds' character in Just Friends did--except I broke my nose, not my teeth. Speaking of Ryan Reynolds, he's Canadian, too. In fact, a lot of the best things in the world come from right here in this beautiful country. It seems only fitting that it's here I face off against the North American Champion. You can't get much farther North unless you've got snowshoes or a dog sled team. Point is: I'm thrilled to be here tonight, and I'd just like to thank you on behalf of The Now or Never Superstars for all your hospitality. You guys rock! Now, without further adieu, let's welcome the North American Champion out here and get ready to see a match, eh?

Starr: And his opponent, from Providence, Rhode Island, weighing in at 244-pounds... he is the North American Champion... EZIO DELUCA!

"Hard Time (Kretsen Remix)" by Seinabo Sey starts to play as Ezio appears on the entrance ramp. He winks at a few adoring fans in the crowd and picks out one lucky fan for a blown kiss. He climbs up the steps to the ring, smirking at the crowd as he slowly and carefully bends over through the top and middle ropes to enter. One final wink to the crowd and he carefully folds his feathery robe over the turnbuckle, ready to go.

DING DING DING

Ezio DeLuca and EB4 shake hands like gentlemen and take a few steps back as the bell sounds. They rush in toward each other and lock horns. Ezio gets EB4 in a headlock, but EB4 elbows his way out of it. Elliot whips Ezio into the ropes, drops to the mat as Ezio jumps over him. Ezio bounces off the opposite set of ropes and levels Elliot with a Forearm Smash. Elliot kips up and takes a swing at Ezio, who ducks. Ezio takes a swing of his own, but this time Elliot ducks. They go back and forth for a moment, both men countering each other. They seem to be evenly matched as far as speed and reactions go. EB4 shoves Ezio off him and takes a couple steps back to gather himself. When he's ready for round two, he and Ezio move in on each other yet again. They lock up, Ezio getting the upperhand after delivering a series of backhanded chops. He plants EB4 with a Short-Arm Clothesline, but EB4 kips up behind him, then follows that with a Pele Kick! The fans cheer as Ezio and EB4 get back to their feet, keeping their distance from each other. Both men seem amused by just how evenly matched they appear to be in this bout.

Watson: So far momentum doesn't seem to be either man's corner.

Sydney: They cancel each other in terms of speed, that's for sure.

Ezio drops EB4 with a shoulder block as EB4 throws his weight at him. He gets back up, tries again, and gets knocked back down. Ezio grabs Elliot and whips him into the ropes. EB4 holds on to the rope and kicks Ezio, who was leaning forward to catapult EB4 up into the air. Ezio spins around with a hand holding his jaw as EB4 charges him from behind. Running Bulldog from EB4 on Ezio! EB4 waits for Ezio to get back up, and as he does EB4 knees him in the midsection and sets him up for a Samoan Drop! He nails it! Ezio refuses to stay down, though. EB4 goes to lift Ezio up again, but Ezio slides down behind him. Ezio shoves EB4 into the ropes, running behind him, and uses the momentum from Elliot hitting the ropes to roll him up into a pinning predicament.  The referee starts the three count, but Elliot shoves Ezio off him at 2.

Watson: Impressive roll-up by Ezio, but Elliot manages to shove him off.

Sydney: We nearly saw the end right there.

Ezio and Elliot continue to go back and forth. Many moves are being displayed here tonight. As the momentum starts to die down--both men getting worn out--EB4 uses every ounce of strength he's got left to shove Ezio into the corner. Ezio collides with the turnbuckle back-first. EB4 signals to the crowd that it's time for a Spear! He charges toward Ezio, but Ezio slips out of the way! Elliot connects with the metal part of the turnbuckle, head-on! OH! MY! GAWD! The sound it makes is bone-chilling! Ezio doesn't know how to react, so he just watches as EB4 stumbles out of the corner looking like a cross between Frankenstein and a zombie, his arms outstretched before him. It would be funny to watch as he falls to the mat, arms still raised straight out in front of him, if we weren't concerned that he might've just done some serious damage to his noggin. His arms fall to his sides as he lies flat on his back. He is out cold! Ezio doesn't know what to do, but instinct kicks in. He slowly gets down and puts a hand on Elliot's chest. The referee considers this to be a cover and he starts the count... 


ONE...





TWO...





THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... EZIO DELUCA!

Watson: Holy crap! Elliot knocked himself out! If I hadn't just seen it with my own eyes, I never would've believed it.

Sydney: Do you think Elliot did that on purpose, or was he actually looking to get in a Spear on Ezio?

Watson: I think Elliot was aiming for Ezio, yes. Congratulations to Ezio on a... rather unorthodox win here tonight. Thank God The Now or Never Superstars are coming out to check on Elliot.  Folks, it's time to (transition to whatever)

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The camera cuts backstage inside The Love Club locker room to find Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane of The Southern Express finishing up tying their bandannas around their boots. Jimmy looks over at Bobby and smiles.

Lane: I don’t care what you say, I’d totally go on the Pirate Pete th' Podcast and get my pirate talk on…

Jimmy laughs but Bobby shakes his head

Rose: Pirate Pete laughed at the idea of you watching ‘Debbie Does Dialysis’ porn…

Jimmy waves him off

Lane: Well listen, we’ve all went down the rabbit hole and watched some fucked up porn a time or two but I’d like the chance to go on their and explain that I don’t like the porn where the girls are old but where the old guy does some twenty-something with a firm rack...it gives me hope…

Rose: You don’t need hope...you just need a few grand and a girl with daddy issues…

And right on cue the bathroom door opens and out steps Bunny Love in her American Flag bikini top

Love: Hell I have a few friends that would do you for a few hundred bucks or you paying their rent Jimmy…

Bobby looks at Bunny and shakes his head

Rose: You can’t wear that out there…

Bunny adjusts her boobs and jumps up and down to make sure they stay in the top and then looks at Bobby

Love: Why not?

Rose: Because those fans will light us up…

Lane: Especially after that promo we did basically shit on their country…

Love: That was funny as hell...anyways this is Canada...they are more likely to say ‘sorrey’ to us than be offended by our jokes…

Bobby and Jimmy pause and then agree…

Rose: Yeah…

Lane: You’re right…

Love: Plus this is Canada, they are going to think stuff shit like a donkey punch is funny...they love lame shit and there isn’t anything lamer than Danny and Donnie Madison...Donkey Punch...seriously, that’s the best name they could come up with or maybe it’s just they have the mentality of a 12 year old child…

Rose: That seems to be the case...did you listen to their appearance on that podcast?

Love: Sadly yes, old joke after old joke after old joke...I mean it’s like they weren’t even trying to make a case for themselves…

Lane: Yeah it’s like they sat on the shitter and dropped a second deuce on a podcast…

Bobby, Jimmy and Bunny all look into the camera and smile

Rose: No respect for that we have done here in the EWC…

Love: How can they respect you when they can’t even respect themselves though...seriously these guys have been in and out of the EWC for years now and having nothing to show for it, never the EWC Tag Team Champions, never the the best at what they do...they can’t hide behind the ‘you haven’t faced who we faced’ card because you two beat one of the BEST tag teams the EWC has ever seen...TWICE so all they are left with is trying to make a joke out of your age but the joke is on them...you two have done more in six months then they have in four years...the joke is on them…

Bunny smirks and nods

Love: So we head out to that ring here tonight and do what everyone does to Donkey Punch, we beat them, we beat them and send them back to Kentucky to sit on their couch and watch us continue to carry the tag team division here in the EWC…

Rose: Tonight we once again get the chance to eliminate a threat to us even before they are able to become a threat...

Lane: And then we go on the Pirate Pete th' Podcast and clear up those rumors...I don’t want ladies thinking I get off while watching some chick get filled with fluid as she’s having unwanted fluid taken out of her…

Love: YEAH...we want to make sure that’s cleared up...you have a stellar reputation to uphold…

Bunny laughs at Jimmy who looks at her

Lane: Yeah, so see about getting us on there if you can...as for Donkey Punch, let’s get out there and give them the unwanted ending they give the ladies and farm animals in their life…

Jimmy punches his fist into his hand

Love: SERIOUSLY...a donkey punch is never the way to finish her off...you understand me…

Bobby and Jimmy laugh and high five as they head out of the room and Bunny chases after them…

Love: SERIOUSLY...I’M NOT JOKING AROUND...IT’S A DICK MOVE!!!

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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE

NON-TITLE MATCH
Donkey Punch

VS The Southern Express

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Watson: What a memorable night it’s been, Cid. We’re just over the halfway point here on FSW #102 and WOW do we have some incredible matches yet to come.

Sydney: Memorable sch-memorable, Watson. Let’s just get on with it. I’ve been waiting for this tag team showcase all night.

Watson: Who are you betting on for this one, Cid?

Sydney: I don’t give a shit who wins, Watson. Just bring on the punishment!

Starr: The following non-title, tag team match is scheduled for one fall. First to the ring… from Richmond, Kentucky… at a combined weight of 450 pounds... DONKEY PUNCH!

‘Safety Dance’ by Men Without Hats begins to play and out come the tag team known as Donkey Punch. Twin brothers Danny and Donnie Madison make their way down the ramp and very awkwardly enter the ring.

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.

Starr: And their opponents… being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love… from Nashville, Tennessee... The EWC Tag Team Champions... 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. Everyone backs into their corners as the match official gets ready to start things off.

DING DING DING

Danny Madison and Bobby Rose start off for their respective teams. They both circle around a few times, eyeing each other up and down. Danny points at Bobby and makes a side comment to his twin brother Donnie in the corner. They snicker for a second and then a soft chant of “Bob-by Rose… Bob-by Rose…” starts up in the crowd. Danny and Donnie get distracted by the simmering crowd for just a moment too long and Bobby Rose takes advantage. As Danny turns back around from facing the crowd, Bobby Rose gets a good kick on him square in the stomach and plants a strong DDT. The crowd quickly erupts in a cheer as Bobby Rose hypes them up before tagging in his partner, Jimmy Lane. Jimmy lifts Danny Madison into a suplex position and Bobby climbs up and leaps off the middle rope with a BIG cross body. He rolls off to the outside of the ring and the legal man, Jimmy Lane, goes for the pin. 1… 2… KICKOUT!

Watson: The Southern Express are REALLY showing us why they are the EWC Tag Team Champions right now, Cid! Do you think Donkey Punch stands a chance?

Sydney: Oh, they more than stand a chance, Watson. Just wait… could be a HUGE upset for the old guard tonight...

Jimmy is back to his feet and reaches down to lift up Danny... but Danny counters and grabs him in a wristlock. He takes control of his off balance opponent and whips Jimmy into the ropes and nails a strong hip toss, sending his opponent hard into the mat. He immediately heads for his corner and tags in Donnie as the two exchange words quickly and nod to each other. It looks like they’re going to go for the Richmond Poorman! Danny sets up in position across from his opponent and starts to shake out his leg. Just as Jimmy gets to his feet, he thrusts forward with a superkick… but misses! His leg sails over Jimmy’s head, but just as a smirk crosses Jimmy Lane’s face… Donnie grabs him from behind and launches him over his head with a BIG German suplex. Jimmy is writhing on the ground… almost close enough to take in Bobby Rose… the crowd is starting to slow clap… distracting Donnie and causing him to yell from the turnbuckle back out into the crowd...

Watson: WOW! Donkey Punch is really trying to push the pace tonight and keep The Southern Express guessing. This could go either way!

Sydney: What did I tell you, Watson? You can’t count these guys out! Anything can happen on FSW… including some veteran champs taking a good ol’ fashioned beating.

Donnie quickly whips back around and eyes his opponent on the ground... arm outstretched and ALMOST in tag range! He rushes forward to prevent the tag... but NO! Jimmy gives him a good kick right to the shin and uses the force of his legs to launch him into the tag. Bobby Rose comes barreling out of the corner and tries to clothesline Donnie... but Donnie ducks just in time! He gives a hard kick into Bobby Rose's stomach and sets up for a powerbomb! But Bobby Rose counters! He grabs him by the ankles and Donnie trips backwards! TAG! Bobby Rose starts to climb the rope as Jimmy gets their opponent in the tombstone pile-driver position... as Bobby jumps up and springboards off the top rope and SPIKES their opponent! Danny tries to break up the pin but Bobby Rose is ready for him! He holds Danny back as Jimmy goes for the pin...

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!

Watson: There we have it! Our champs took some punishment, but regrouped and came out on top.

Sydney: Not NEARLY enough punishment was taken, if you ask me.

Watson: I could've guessed you felt that way, Cid. Stay tuned folks! Our big fatal four way is coming up next.

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Backstage, The Now or Never Superstars are gathered around EB4, watching Annie administer stitches (the medical kind, not the crazy clown kind) to the gash on Elliot's forehead.

Cliffhanger: Three should be enough. It's not that bad, but you sure are a bleeder.

EB4: It doesn't even hurt. Got anything for a bruised ego?

Cliffhanger: Oh, come on, now. It was an accident. Happens all the time.

EB4: I tried to Spear Ezio and ended up headbutting the turnbuckle instead. Who does that?

Cliffhanger: Well, the good news is that you don't seem to have any memory loss.

EB4: You got something that might change that, doc? I'd rather forget what happened out there.

Paird: Come on, man. It wasn't that bad. Certainly could've been worse.

EB4: What's worse than knocking yourself out?

There's a moment of awkward silence as Justin, Annie, Max and Theodore look around at each other for an answer.

Theodore: At least you didn't step on a Lego, stub your toe, or bang your shin on a tow-hitch.

Max: Right! Yeah, those things suck.

EB4: None of which I'd have done in front of thousands of people. Admit it, I'm pathetic. The Rumble's right around the corner and I'm heading in to it with 1 win and 5 losses. I shouldn't even bother. I wonder if it's not too late to back out.

Cliffhanger: You're not backing out of it. Doctor's orders.

EB4: Yes, ma'am.

Paird: We've still got two weeks to iron it out. If we put our heads together... Annie, he's still bleeding...

Annie looks from Justin back to EB4 and sees a trickle of blood oozing down his nose. She quickly grabs a piece of cloth and presses it to the wound, which causes EB4 to flinch.

Paird: As I was saying... if we all work together, I think we'll be okay.

EB4: We still have to iron out the details of the next Future Fortune Wrestling event, too.

Theodore: I got that covered. Don't worry about it.

EB4: Really? You're gonna make the calls, put up the posters, coordinate with--

Theodore: Dude, it's all good. I've already taken care of it.

Max: He's right, Elliot. I gave him all the information.

EB4: Really? And everything's okay? Thanks, Theo. I appreciate it.

Theodore: No problemo. Least I could do.

EB4: Then I guess the rest of us can focus on the Rumble, huh? First I'd like to take a nap though, so if y'all wouldn't mind leaving my bedroom--

The Now or Never Superstars all stare at Elliot with concerned looks on their faces. They're obviously not in his bedroom...

Cliffhanger: We need to get you checked out, honey. I think you might have a concussion.

EB4: Where? Is it on me? Get it off!

EB4 starts thrashing around, frantically waving his hands like there's a bee swarming around him. Annie and Justin work in tandem to get him to sit still.

Paird: Oh, yeah. You're definitely going to the hospital.

Max: You guys stay with him. I'll go get the ambulance team ready.

Max hurries off.

EB4: Ambulance? Is somebody hurt?

Cliffhanger: Yes, Elliot. But don't worry because everything's gonna be okay.

EB4: Oh. Good. I think maybe I could use an ambulance, too. I don't feel so good...

EB4 vomits all over himself.

Paird: Concussion?

Cliffhanger: Yeah, definitely.

EB4: It came back? Kill it!

The scene fades out as Annie, Justin and Theodore continue to watch over Elliot. No imaginary bugs were harmed during the filming of this segment. We transition over to...

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FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
SINGLE ELIMINATION 

Nezumi Hazama

VS Wes Walker
VS Dominic Sanders
VS Stitches

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We return from the break and the camera is set in front of the announce table facing Sydney and Watson.

Watson: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to FSW Number 102. We have seen some epic matches on this show over the past few years. But this may be one of those matches that steals the thunder of the 500 plus matches we have had on FSW programming.

Sydney: I would have to agree with you. It's not very often that you get a four way match between the former North American Champion, two former five-time Champions, and literally the hottest newcomer in the business.

Watson: Three different brands are represented here. There's no disqualification. One fall will settle it all and here we go!

Starr: The following is a Fatal Four Way Match! The first person to gain a pinball or submission will be declared the winner!

The lights go out in The Mile One Center. Blue pyrotechnics burst up on the stage and down the sides of the ramp heading towards the ring. "War Machine" by KISS begins playing. Dominic Sanders steps out from the back in a navy blue hoodie and gold wrestling tights on, finished by white boots. The hood of his sweatshirt drapes over his eyes as he stares out at the fans. Suddenly, Cora Whittaker appears from behind the curtain with a gold dress and navy blue streaks in her hair. Sanders and Cora stand at the top of the ramp and listen to an extremely hateful reaction from the crowd.

Starr: Introducing first... from Fort Worth, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds and being accompanied by Cora Whittaker... DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!

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

Sanders rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He jumps up to his feet and stares out into the crowd underneath the hood of his sweatshirt. Cora joins him at his side. The two share a brief kiss in the center of the ring before he turns his attention back out to the hostile crowd. He grins and nods his head as he moves over to the corner and waits as "War Machine" fades out and Cora exits the ring.

Watson: We saw Dominic Sanders only two nights ago lose a tough match with the new Undisputed Champion Xavier Reid. But while he may have lost the battle, some say he won the war with the addition of a brand new member of America's Most Hated in Clay Byrd. 

Sydney: America's Most Hated was already pretty strong with Iggy Swango, Dominic Sanders, and Melody Malone, but there was a chink in the armor when Iggy Swango came down with an injury that will put her on the shelf for quite awhile. Clay Byrd fills a void that will continue to see strength in this group!

Watson: But what about Dominic? How do you think he will function if he does not come away with a win tonight?

Sydney: He will be just fine. In fact, he might just win!

Pyros hit and "Perfection Through Silence" by Finch begins to play. Wes Walker comes from behind the curtain. The crowd goes wild. He bows his head and takes in the cheers.

Starr: Next, from Galway, Ireland, WES WALKER!

Wes walks down the aisle into the ring. He slides under the bottom rope in a quick motion. He stands in the middle of the ring.

Watson: This man has a Championship match of his choice in his back pocket thanks to a big win at Parabellum.

Sydney: That's right he does, but has he ever faced a test quite like this? These are two of the best wrestlers this company has seen in the last five years AND one of the hottest today. And listening to their words, it sounds like they all hate Wes Walker!

Watson: I'm not so sure I disagree.

A peaceful, inviting chill falls over the arena...

There's only a soft light glossed over the attendance...

It's like sunlight...

Nurturing...

Blissful...

Familiar...

The tones of Shiho Ochi brings the audience to a still.

♫ ARAWARU KUROI SORA...

KODOU WA RAIMEI WO KURIKAESU... 

ARASHI GA KURU MAE NI...

KOYOI WA ANO UTA WO SAZUKEMASHOU... ♫

A loud blast of percussion strikes the audience as the lights in the arena begin to take on chaotic timing. Flashes of orange, yellow, and red cascade in rhythm with the individual beats of Superfly's 'Kakusei' and the camera drops to focus on the person the song introduces. A jet of smoke spawns from the ring stage, and in it, there stands a silhouette. With a cape flowing in the wind, the intensity of 'Kakusei' picks up, and lures the audience into its infectious beat.

♫ MAHARI YUWARE GAAIE SABANARE! ♫

As he steps out of the emission of smoke on the stage, Hazama stands in the bright spotlight. Primping the collar of his suit jacket and shifting the shawl draped over his shoulder, Hazama listens to the chorus of boos that follows his appearance.

♫ AMARE DIRAHI JUMAGI GANASHARA! ♫

He raises his arms in protest to the crowd's displeasure towards his existence. He invites them to get louder as he drowns them out to the high, loud energy of his own theme.

♫ MAHARI YUWARE GAAIE SABANARE! ♫

Hazama fans himself with their hatred, not at all perturbed by them.

♫ AMARE DIRAHI JUMAGI GANASHARA! ♫

And when he's done humoring his critics, Hazama begins down the ring ramp.

♫ YOMIGAERASERU NO SA...

AISURU KIMI NO KOKORO...

KARADA WO NUGISUTETE...

IMA, WARE NI KAERU TOKI... ♫

Starr: Next, from Tokyo, Japan... weighing in at 238 pounds... NEZUMI HAZAMA!

Hazama reaches the end of the ring ramp, having spent a few moments teasing the people reaching for him. He tests to see if someone was brave enough to jump. He berates someone and tells them about how much they pale in comparison to him. There at the edge of the ramp, Hazama throws up his arms again, and the camera pans out. It catches the atmosphere that he has created, where the world is rocking with their hateful noise. With him at the epicenter of it all, Hazama only chooses to smile and then make his move towards the ring.

Still committed to his former eccentricities, Hazama slides into the ring on his stomach and turns onto his back. He sprawls out, massaging the ring before lifting himself up. With his head hung, Hazama spreads out his arms, soaking into the limelight once more. It sates him. It powers him. It urges him to continue. As the song calms down, his sinister nature of Hazama brightens through his flamboyance.

♫ ME WO TSUBUTTE KAZE WO SUKUTTE...

MI WO TOKASHITE KANE WO NARASHITE... ♫

Hazama remains this way, even as he begins to rise back to a standing position.

♫ KAKUSEI!

KAKUSEI!

KAKUSEI!

KAKUSEI! ♫

Hazama hits the top turnbuckle, reaching out to the fans, inviting their disdain again.

♫ MAHARI YUWARE GAAIE SABANARE!

AMARE DIRAHI JUMAGI GANASHARA!

MAHARI YUWARE GAAIE SABANARE!

AMARE DIRAHI JUMAGI GANASHARA! ♫

As 'Kakusei' begins to fade out, Hazama denies everyone their chance to get to him. He hops off the turnbuckle, discharging the intensity of his taunting in lieu of his sinister serenity. He crouches down in his corner, watching his environment with a hawk-eye precision. A smirk dawns on his face as he waits for the last entrant, and his own personal war.

Watson: If there is anyone in this company that should, without a shadow of a doubt, be named Rookie of the Year 2020 it's Nezumi Hazama.

Sydney: I'm 100% with you, Tim! This guy is dang near unbeatable!

Watson: This will be a tough test. If this man holds up to his abilities, he should walk away victorious tonight.

'One Missed Call' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat drops at around the thirty seven second mark the curtains are brushed to the side, smoke spewing out from behind the curtains, and out walks Stitches. A wide, red-painted Chelsea-esque grin is across the face of Stitches as he stares out at the crowd of people before him.

Starr: And finally... from The Carnival of Shattered Dreams... weighing in at 260 pounds... STITCHES!

Stitches methodically makes his way down the ramp, staring down the crowd members who dare lean too far over the crowd barricade. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he stops and once again looks out at the crowd of people before him. Stitches approaches the nearby steel stairs, climbs up onto the apron and begins walking the edge of the apron like a tight rope before reaching the nearby ring post. Stitches climbs up onto the second rope and throws his arms out wide for the crowd to embrace him. As expected, the crowd does not embrace a sinister-looking clown.

Stitches hops down from the rope and enters into the ring before approaching the nearby corner of the ring. Stitches turns around, facing the center of the ring and sits down in the corner of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring.

Watson: This man is as sinister as they come. The two-time FSW Champion doesn't like ANYBODY, Cid.

Sydney: No he does not. He doesn't care if he's in the ring with Candy, Dominic Sanders, Wes Walker, or the Easter Bunny. He is going to attack them with the same ferocity as he does anybody else.

DING DING DING

Just as the match is about to begin, someone runs out of the crowd wearing a chef hat and sprints into the ring. He’s a very tall and skinny man, about seven feet tall and less than two hundred pounds. He starts doing a dance as the four competitors look at him and seem confused… except for Sanders, who points and laughs at him as security enters the ring and tackles him.

Watson: Excuse us for a moment. Sometimes our fans get a little overzealous.

Sydney: We ARE in Canada, Tim.

Security clears the ring and the four competitors look at each other. Stitches, Sanders, and Nezumi all trade looks. Then they all take off sprinting at Wes Walker.

Watson: Here we go!

Walker dumps himself out of the ring, staring holes through the three men who tried to ambush him. Stitches wastes no time and drives a hard right into Sanders’ face. Nezumi kicks Stitches in the stomach. Walker grabs Sanders by the ankle and drags him out of the ring. He grabs Sanders by the head and slings him hard into the ring steps. Nezumi picks Stitches up, looking to buckle-bomb him. Stitches counters his weight forward and into a Thesz Press. He gets up, as does Nezumi. Stitches shoves him back into the corner and drives a hard clothesline into his chest. Walker slides back into the ring and grabs Stitches from behind, hitting a reverse DDT. He covers Stitches quickly, but Nezumi stomps on Walker before the one count. Nezumi grabs Walker and tosses him through the ropes and to the outside. Sanders is up to his feet, but Walker runs and delivers a shotgun dropkick to Sanders’ chest, driving him hard into the ring post and to the floor. Stitches is up to his feet and grabs Nezumi, raking his eyes. Stitches lifts Nezumi up and drops him with a Samoan Drop. Walker is back into the ring and leaps up, bringing Stitches up and over with a hurricanrana.

Sydney: I can’t keep up with all of this bloody action, Tim!

Watson: We will do our best! OH!

This outburst is caused by a belly-to-belly suplex by Walker to Nezumi right into the turnbuckles. Stitches is up to his feet and runs at Walker, driving a knee into the back of his head. He covers Nezumi.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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Kick-out by Nezumi.

Sydney: There’s already our second pinfall attempt of this match. This is happening so fast!

Stitches grabs Nezumi to put him in a Dragon Sleeper, but Walker is up to his feet quickly and puts Stitches in a Full Nelson. Stitches releases Nezumi. Walker tries to lift Stitches up for a Full Nelson Suplex. Stitches anchors down. Walker tries again, but as he tries, Sanders is in the ring with a steel chair and cracks Walker in the back with the chair. Walker drops to the mat. Stitches turns around and faces Sanders. Sanders tosses the chair aside. Nezumi is up to his feet. The three look at each other and, again, down at Walker. This time, the three men begin to stomp the fallen Wes Walker.

Sydney: Here we go, Tim! An ambush on the former North American Champion.

Stitches picks Walker up and holds Walker’s arms behind his back. Sanders and Nezumi take turns chopping Wes Walker hard in the chest. Stitches lets go of Walker’s arms and delivers a sidewalk slam near the ropes. Sanders and Nezumi get together and shove Walker to the outside underneath the bottom rope with their feet. Stitches breaks the alliance by running and clothes lining both men in the back of the head. Stitches walks over and grabs the steel chair. He walks back over to Sanders and stands over him. He turns the chair over and drives the top of the chair hard into Sanders’ rib cage. Stitches moves up to Sanders’ head and pulls the chair up once more, looking to drive it down into Sanders’ throat. Nezumi is up to his feet and delivers a swift kick between Stitches’ legs.

Watson: Cid, are you seeing this? Nezumi Hazama and Dominic Sanders seem to have had each other’s backs during the course of this match.

Sydney: I’m seeing it, but come on. These two do not like each other. This won’t last, mate!

Stitches drops the chair and falls in a heap down to the mat. Walker is back into the ring. He gets up to his feet and runs at Hazama, looking for a flying spinning elbow. But, before he can execute it, Sanders spears Walker to the mat.

Watson: That was the very move that did Sanders in on Monday night against Xavier Reid!

Sanders stays on top for a cover.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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Nezumi pulls Sanders off of Walker.

Sydney: I told you this wouldn’t last!

Sanders stands up and looks at Nezumi. Nezumi says something to Sanders. Sanders nods with a smirk and backs up, allowing Nezumi the floor.

Sydney: What in the hell, mate?!

Nezumi looks down at Walker and then walks to the ropes and exits the ring to the floor. He bends down and lifts the ring skirt up. He reaches under the ring and pulls out an object.

Watson: That’s Heaven’s Helper! That’s Nevaeh’s sledgehammer!

Nezumi slides back into the ring and wields Heaven’s Helper. He looks down at Walker as he runs his hand along the head of the sledgehammer. Stitches is up. He runs at Sanders, looking for the Lethal Lariat! Nezumi sprints and drives the head of Heaven’s Helper into Stitches’ forehead!

Watson: OH MY GOD! THAT WAS QUITE THE SHOT!

Sydney: Perhaps an Ode to Nevaeh, mate? 

Watson: Perhaps so! We all know the history between Nevaeh and Stitches!

Nezumi stands over Stitches looking down at the clown, whose white paint has been smeared by his own blood. Walker is back up. He spins Sanders around and kicks him in the gut. Walker lifts Sanders up and drives him down with the Irish Hammer! He covers Sanders.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THR-BROKEN UP BY NEZUMI!

Watson: Sanders is down. Stitches is down and now outside of the ring! Nezumi breaks up the pinfall, but this is essentially a two-person match!

Sydney: And we saw what happened the last time these two faced off in the ring. Nezumi Hazama won that match on Prime!

Walker and Nezumi face off in the ring. They each drive right fists into each other over and over. Nezumi gets the upper hand. He grabs Walker and Irish-whips him into the opposite ropes, but Walker reverses it. Nezumi bounces back. Hurricanrana by Walker! Nezumi pops up. Spinning front kick by Walker to Nezumi! Nezumi drops to the mat. Walker goes over to the corner and exits to the apron. He climbs up the turnbuckle. WALKING TALL!

Watson: This could be it! Wes Walker is, indeed, Walking Tall right now!

Walker pulls Nezumi up to his feet. He hooks the arms, looking for another Irish Hammer! He nails it! Walker covers!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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Sanders rips Walker off of Nezumi. He lifts him up. RIPTIDE! Sanders covers!

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TWO!!
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THRE-STITCHES BREAKS IT UP WITH AN ELBOW TO SANDERS’ TEMPLE!

Watson: At the last second! Stitches with a desperation dive breaks up the fall!

Sydney: Bloody hell! I don’t know how Stitches is even still in this match, but he just kept it from ending!

Watson: All four men are down and this crowd is going nuts!

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

Nezumi is the first to stir, along with Stitches. Nezumi makes a bee line for the Clown Prince and hits Satori! (bicycle knee) as Stitches was just getting to a knee. Nezumi quickly follows up by picking Stitches up on his shoulders and tries to convert it into Let It Die (Go to Sleep) but Stitches is able to throw a few elbows that force Nezumi to drop him. Stitches quickly looks to follow up with a Lethal Lariat but Nezumi ducks, kicks Stitches in the knee causing him to buckle. This allows Nezumi to pick Stitches up again and this time he connects with Let it Die! Nezumi with the cover...


ONE...




TWO...



THREE!!!!!!



Starr: Here is your winner, via pinfall... NEZUMI HAZAMA!!!

Watson: Captain Hazama has done it again here tonight! He picks up the win tonight and goes on to the Rumble to face Samantha Hamilton for the United States Championship! 

Sydney: Go get 'em captain! 

Watson: We still have a VERY big, Very EXTREME main event tonight folks. Don't go anywhere 

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Candy: Tough loss, huh Stitches?

The Carnival Clown is still trying to pull himself together.

Candy: Well, I suggest you get ready for another at the Rumble. Since I’m going to put an end to our feud in the Candy Castle Match. Speaking of the Candy Castle match, I thought you might be interested in knowing how it’s all going to work.

Watson: I’d like to know that myself.

Sydney: I just want to know how badly the FSW Champion is going to end up beaten.

Watson: Maybe she won’t be. Candy has proven in the past she has Stitches’ number.

Sydney: Just like Stitches didn’t let Robbie get away with ending his reign, he won’t let Candy either!

Watson: We’ll see.

Once Stitches has his attention on the MacTron, he sees a Candy Castle made from graham crackers, chocolate, and various candies for decoration.

Candy: What? Did you really think I was going to give you a look at the real thing?

As the camera rises, Candy is seen shaking her head.

Candy: I rather not ruin the surprise!

Sydney: I always knew our FSW Champion was a tease!

Watson: Oh stop.

Candy chuckles as Stitches seethes in the ring. The other competitors have cleared the area now and Stitches is left alone in the ring.

Candy: But what I can tell you we’re going to have to fight to the very top of the Candy Castle.

She points to the white chocolate as she continues.

Candy: Where the FSW Championship will be suspended in the ivory tower. In order to win, one of us has to retrieve the belt and place it upon the throne to win.

Candy lets that sink in for a moment. Despite the conditions stated, a wicked smile creeps across the clown’s face.

Candy: Now I know you think you’re ready for this. But just like you couldn’t beat me in your world, you’re about to find out you don’t have what it takes to beat me in mine either!

She pats the FSW Championship that rests upon her shoulder.

Candy: So you better get used to seeing this right here. Because that’s where it’s going to be both before and after the Rumble!

With that, Candy walks away. But not before taking a piece of the Castle with her to eat. As cameras focus back in the ring, Stitches is seen licking his lips before he mouths the words "bring it on" as we fade to comercial. 

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The camera cuts backstage to FSW’s Lisa Goldrush

Goldrush: At Night of Champions the EWC crowd a NEW #1 Contender for the X-Division Champion, who will go on to face Ace King at the Rumble, live from the FNB Stadium in Johannesburg, South Africa and I’m pleased to be joined by that man KILLJOY ITO and his manager ‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love!!!

The camera pulls back to show Buddy Love and Killjoy Ito standing next to Lisa, Buddy smiling widely into the camera

Goldrush: Gentlemen, at the Rumble Killjoy get the chance to bring the X-Division Championship here to the FSW but before he can do that…

But Buddy cuts her off

Love: We step into the ring here tonight against the United States Champion Samantha Hamilton in an X-Division tune up match...or in her case an attempt to save face for the outcome at FSW #097 where Samantha, full of confidence and bravado, came to Daly City, having just earlier in the month beaten Scorpio, to take part in a little exercise our GM Chris Brock had set up. See Lisa, Samantha was brought in to be a test for Killjoy on his way to FSW #100, an opponent to get him ready for his big night in Japan when he faced off against Candy for the FSW Championship and well...she lost...she lost and she failed to do the one job she was brought here to do...and that was to get Killjoy ready for that FSW Championship...clearly he wasn’t ready because he lost and it was her fault...maybe had she been better Killjoy would have beaten Candy…

But Lisa cuts Buddy off

Goldrush: Wait...our you saying…

Now Buddy once again cuts off Lisa

Love: YES...I’m saying Samantha Hamilton is to blame for Killjoy’s loss at FSW #100...it all makes perfect sense…

Lisa in turn now cuts Buddy off

Goldrush: To maybe someone suffering from brain damage from blunt force trauma to the head..it wasn’t Samantha’s job…

And right on cue Buddy cuts in

Love: To only care about herself...I would agree with you Lisa, she couldn’t check her own ego at the door and do what was best for Killjoy that night in Daly City so what...she comes back here on the eve of yet another championship match for Killjoy to what...make up for the blunder at FSW #097? Or maybe it’s to try and insult this man’s culture again, the kimono and the drop in Japanese didn’t work last time so what will it be this time Sam...going to paint your face green and spit mist…

But Lisa can’t let that slide

Goldrush: She wasn’t trying to mock or insult Killjoy...she was…

Buddy cuts across her

Love: Honor him...Lisa please, I’m a LOVE...we know mocking when we see mocking…

Lisa jumps in

Goldrush: Like going to a City Council Meeting to warn them of Samantha’s arrival as a ‘concerned citizen’ of Daly City, where you brought up The Shieldmaidens, her husbands and got those council people to make it Killjoy Ito Day…

Buddy nods

Love: YES, that’s how you mock someone…

Lisa shakes her head

Goldrush: You are just too much…

Buddy smiles at her

Love: Thank you Lisa, that’s so sweet of you to say but keep it in your pants until later tonight...we have a match to focus on here tonight and a nice tune up match against Samantha Hamilton in a X-DIVISION MATCH…

Buddy gives Lisa a wink and mouths ‘call me’

Love: And yes...Samantha pointed out she’s had way more of these matches in her EWC career than Killjoy but yet it’s Killjoy that’s the #1 Contender for the X-Division Championship and I have to wonder how good you really are in the X-Division being that you’ve lost in a bunch of these matches also...Killjoy played by the rules last time at #097 and beat you now he’s having the handcuffs taken off him...he got his start fighting in Underground Wrestling Matches for The Club...do you think they had rules?

Buddy shakes his head no

Love: Of course not and sure you’ve fought for the X-Division Championship before but that’s just because the FSW and Prime...where Killjoy has been, has been unable to challenge for that championship...you should just be lucky that Killjoy can’t challenge for the US Championship because he might have won that off you by now...but you are protected...something you won’t be tonight here in The Mile One Center in St. John’s Newfoundland…

Buddy pauses for the cheap pop from the fans

Love: There will be nothing protecting you as I set Killjoy free...NO NOT #FREEKILLJOY...hi Cyrus wherever you are, to do his worst to you...you can try and brush that loss off, sit there with a straight face and act like one win doesn’t matter but we both know ONE LOSS HAS…

Buddy smiles

Love: Gone is the confident Samantha Hamilton...the one with all the bravado and replaced with a Samantha Hamilton that looks lost and confused and not sure what has happened to her...you worked so hard to get into your first Night of Champions Champions Match only to be eliminated in the first fall...you were the one that had beaten Scorpio TWICE coming in...and sure you were also the one that had just been pinned by Melody Malone but still...you were a threat to walk out of the Power Struggle Match as the Undisputed Champion and yet you were forced to watch Ace and Xavier beat Jordan and Ezio and then...and it had to be painful...watch as Xavier Reid pinned Ace King to win the Undisputed Championship...toss in getting beat by Dominic Sanders right after Night of Champions and you come back to the FSW a shell of The Titaness we already beat…

Lisa jumps in

Goldrush: That’s no fair…

Love: Yeah well life isn’t fair Lisa, do you think it’s fair that Samantha decides to come back on the eve of the Rumble to try and exact her revenge on Killjoy...NO, yet here we are...see our focus should be on Ace King, the X-Division Championship and that match at the Rumble but yet we have to worry about Sam coming in here and trying to take out Killjoy because her ego was hurt at #097...but if she thought ONE loss hurt how is she going to feel with a SECOND loss? What’s that going to do to her head on the eve of her match at the Rumble...when she puts the US Championship on the line against Nezumi Hazama, Killjoy might not have been ‘allowed’ to outsource the US Champion to Japan but Nezumi will...you got this kid…

Buddy gives the camera a thumbs up

Love: But tonight isn’t about the Rumble...it’s about Samantha and Killjoy in an X-Division Battle for the...what the...hey…

Buddy loses his train of thought and looks off camera and it turns on the X-Division Champion Ace King as he walks past Killjoy and Buddy

Love: What are YOU doing here?

Ace smiles and nods at Killjoy

King: Don’t worry about that Buddy...Killjoy, I’ll see you out there…

Ace smiles and keeps walking as Buddy starts to walk after Ace

Love: What do you mean ‘see you out there’...Ace, Ace...ACE…

Lisa looks at Killjoy who shrugs, Lisa looks down at the microphone and then at Killjoy, just as she’s about to speak he walks away from her...

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SINGLES MATCH
X-DIVISION RULES MATCH

Killjoy Ito 

VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton

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Watson: What a barnburner of a show we’ve had so far, and our fans in St. John’s always get our best!

Sydney: You may have indulged a little too much on George Street this week.

Watson: No, that’s after this match featuring two of EWC’s greatest young stars ends! Can’t wait to see you on the screech, Cid.

We go to FSW ring announcer Isabella Starr, microphone in hand.

Starr: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and will be contested under X-Division Rules!

The crowd is excited by the announcement, though it quickly turns to a not-so-favourable reaction as ‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the stage and raises his arms into the air, then lowers them as the lights also fade out; he jumps up and down all excited as ‘Deeper Deeper’ begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy Ito is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down.

Starr: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Buddy Love, FROM Tokyo, Japan, and weighing in at 235 pounds… KILLJOY ITOOOOOOO!!!

He swings around to face the camera and the ring as Buddy runs up and stands by his side. Buddy motions towards the ring and the pair begin to walk down the aisle to the mix reaction of cheers and boos from the fans.

Watson: It’s certainly a determined Killjoy Ito we’re seeing tonight, perhaps with his X-Division Championship opportunity at the Rumble on his mind.

Sydney: Good observation, Chief.

Buddy climbs up the steps first and holds the ropes open for Killjoy and then Buddy walks up to the referee and offers them a few dollars to ‘keep it fair’ but then laughs and shoves the singles back into his pocket as Killjoy walks to the center of the ring with his arms outstretched and tilts his head back and soaks it all in. Buddy helps Killjoy take off his robe and exits the ring. Almost immediately after, the sound of an air raid siren fills Mile One Centre.

Announcer Name: Introducing next,  from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds, she is the EWC United States Champion ... Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton!

Seconds later, the opening riffs to 'Indestructible' by Disturbed blare over the PA system, and The Titaness and her husband, Joseph "Orion" Hunter, stand at the top of the ramp. The Titaness saunters down the ramp. Upon closer inspection, we also see the United States Championship draped over Samantha's right shoulder.

Watson: You’d have to think this is a chance for Samantha Hamilton to make a statement as well, though you have to wonder how she’s holding up as she competes in her third match in five nights.

Sydney: There’s no time for her to think about that, not when Nezumi’s been mowing people down left and right on his part of their collision course while doing the exact same thing, tonight included… You dolt.

Watson: Sam’s been no slouch in her matches, either, so look for their match to potentially steal the show in Johannesburg.

Sydney: ...Outside of the FSW and North American Championship matches, you mean.

Titaness is all business as she heads for the ring, a determined stare complementing the stern overall expression on her face. She slaps a few outstretched hands along the way, though her focus remains squarely on Ito as she gets up onto the ring apron, stepping through the middle and top ropes.

Watson: Certainly no love lost between these two from their previous encounter.

Sydney: If we could lose Buddy and get Bunny, that would be a great Love swap.

Watson: I don’t think you’re getting luck-

“THE ACE OF SPADES! THE ACE OF SPADES!!!”

Sydney: Oh dear God, no...

Mile One Centre jolts back to life as Lemmy Kilmister's iconic growl transitions into the opening notes to the Motörhead classic as it reverberates through the arena. Not even waiting for his normal cue, X-Division Champion Ace King emerges from behind the curtain, a thin smile on his face as he stands atop the entrance ramp, raising the championship high for all to see.

Watson: Well, we know Killjoy Ito’s interest in bringing the X-Division Championship to FSW is paramount-

Sydney: Nice plug.

Watson: ... And now, it looks like we’re about to be joined by the man Killjoy will look to dethrone, who knows a thing or two about putting together a nice championship reign with the title Titaness currently carries, Mr. 777 himself.

‘Ace of Spades’ continues as Ace casually makes his way down the ramp, offering Titaness a casual nod as he walks by. He turns once he feels Killjoy and Buddy staring at him, propping the X-Division Championship up over his shoulder before heading to the announce table.

Ace King: Hey, guys, what’d I miss?

Watson: Well, we’ve certainly had a hell of a show tonight, and it’s only gonna get-

Sydney: Lame. The hell are you doing here, anyway?

Ace King: A little thing called scouting, Cid. The next worthy challenger in the environment we’ll compete in? I wasn’t missing this.

Sydney: Damnit.

Hamilton spins Killjoy around to get his attention, practically standing eye to eye and nose to nose, neither competitor wavering in confidence.

DING DING DING

The two combatants don’t waste any time, hammering each other with punches in the middle of the ring that look more reminiscent of a hockey fight than a wrestling match! The sea of Newfies in attendance love the early physicality, only to direct vitriol at referee Matt Mercer for separating them!

After a few seconds of jawing back and forth, they lock up more formally in the middle of the ring, with Killjoy’s weight advantage giving him the early edge as he pushes Titaness back. However, she’s not ready to back down, digging in and using her long limbs to catch Ito with a Knee Strike to the chin, sending him staggering backward! Titaness immediately goes on the offensive, not allowing Ito to regain his balance before sending him across the ring with an Irish Whip!

Ito rebounds, then ducks Hamilton’s attempted Big Boot! Titaness has a slight misstep as she lands, allowing Ito to go for a Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick, but she counters that into a single-leg take down transitioned into an Ankle Lock! However, Ito is able to push her away with his foot, and she rebounds off the ropes, allowing Ito to connect with a Dropkick that sends her backward!

Watson: What crazy action we’ve already had, and there’s not a weapon in sight yet!

Sydney: I think it’s X-tremely boring without them.

Ace King: They’re part of these matches, no doubt, but I like to think the X-Division is more than just weapon-aided slugfests. Frankly, it has more heart than a lot of people give it credit for, and both Killjoy and Sam are showing it.

Sydney: He really needs to take it to Tits N’ Ass-

Watson: That’s Titaness, and you know that, because you were specifically told not to say that on the air.

Sydney: GAH.

After connecting on the Dropkick, Ito spins around and stares directly at Ace over at the announce table while pointing at the X-Division Championship, with Buddy joining in. As this is happening, Titaness rolls out of the ring and retrieves a Singapore cane! Before Buddy can get Killjoy’s attention to warn him, Titaness turns him around and lashes him in the torso with the cane, dropping Ito to his knees and gasping for air! With Ito downed, Titaness tosses the cane aside and drills him with body kicks that have him heaving! From there, she picks him up and hoists him on her shoulders, looking for a GTS… and she connects! She scrambles into a cover…

ONE!

TW-

Killjoy kicks out as Mercer’s hand hits the mat the second time. Ito pushes Hamilton off him, and she staggers backward, allowing him to regain his footing. They lock up in the middle of the ring once more, with Titaness using her limb leverage to gain an advantage as she pushes off to attempt a Shiranui! However, Ito holds his ground and stops Titaness from completing the move, turning it into a nasty Falcon Arrow instead! With Titaness laid out, Ito goes for a cover of his own!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Titaness gets a shoulder up just after the two-count! Ito’s expression doesn’t waver as he goes right back to work on her, dragging her over to a corner and connecting on a Diving Double Foot Stomp! Titaness slowly gets to her feet in the corner, but as she does, Buddy Love brandishes a chain and wraps it tightly around Titaness’s ankles, throwing a lock around the links for good measure!

Watson: Oh, and you just knew Buddy Love would make his presence felt somehow, offering Killjoy some assistance following his 24th birthday!

Sydney: A Love male tying a woman up against her will, what a shock.

Watson: ...Moving right along, does Buddy’s involvement worry you at all going into Johannesburg, Ace, since that kind of interference would be just as legal as it is tonight?

Ace King: Why would I be worried about Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers?

Sydney: No, idiot, he means-

Ace King: They’re at ringside, see? They’re local icons, you uncultured swine!

Indeed, in the background behind the shocked Hamilton as she grabs at the chain, members of the musical comedy group are booing Love’s actions while he gloats.

Watson: Nice catch, but respectfully, Ace, I meant Buddy Love.

Ace King: Ah yes, right. Well, he can certainly try it, but one wrong move, and he’ll need the buddy system to guide him back to consciousness, but in reality, I can’t lose sight of Killjoy being the opponent the way so many others have.

Titaness gets to her knees, but Ito is relentless as he picks her up… DEATH VALLEY DRIVER that sends Titaness over the top rope and down to the floor in front of the announce table! As she tries to get to her feet, Ito seizes the moment, sprinting across the ring and rebounding off the ropes, then lunging forward for a Suicide Somersault Senton… BUT KILLJOY CRASHES AND BURNS, GOING THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ACE!

Sydney: The Spanish table’s on the other side, for fuck sakes!

Watson: That was a high-risk maneuver from Killjoy Ito, the kind he may need in order to bring the X-Division Championship here to FSW, but that time around, he misfired, and now he’s in a world of hurt.

Ace King: Like I said earlier, the X-Division has a lot of heart, but smarts have to go with it, and while I get the logic behind the move, I don’t think it was his best option.

Sydney: Of course not, he’s found himself surrounded by more dead wood than Bunny.

As Ito writhes in pain within the confines of the announce table, Titaness senses her opportunity, though she finally registers her chained ankles. However, after some struggle, she’s just able to slip one leg out of the chains, allowing the rest to come undone, including the lock! Titaness holds the chain in her hands, surveying the fallen Ito. Instead of waiting for Ito to get up, she wraps one end of the chain around her hand and the other around Ito’s neck, then cinches in Exiled To Tartarus!

Watson: Not quite the same move as she used at Scars and Stripes, but Samantha Hamilton is very much using that chain to her advantage again, THIS MIGHT BE IT!

Sydney: She can’t do that! It’s not fair!

Ace King: Everything’s fair game in the X-Division… Even THAT!

As Titaness gets the hold in tighter and Ito starts to fade, Buddy starts to panic and frantically grabs what he thinks is The Love Stick from underneath the ring and swings it at Titaness’s knee from behind! She yelps as he connects, only now realizing he’s holding a seal club in his hand!

Watson: An absolutely VICIOUS shot from Buddy there.

Sydney: So a seal walks into a club-

Watson: Not now.

The crowd boos heavily as Titaness tries to grit her teeth through the pain as blood starts to seep out of her leg from the club’s blade grazing the skin while Buddy is being pushed back by Matt Mercer. The distraction turns the tables once more as Ito rolls Titaness back into the ring, then grabs a steel chair and throws it in, as well. With Titaness struggling to get to her feet, Ito sets the chair up near the ropes. With his eyes on Ace, he runs toward the chair and leaps off it and into the ropes, flying over to complete a Triple Jump Moonsault! His eyes don’t leave Ace as he goes for the cover…

ONE!

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TWO!

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THRE-NOOOOO!!!

Titaness kicks out as Mercer’s hand is coming down for the 3 count! Ito’s in disbelief as he looks to Mercer for an explanation while Buddy loses his mind outside the ring. As this happens, Titaness somehow gets her feet under her and lifts Ito up… ZEUS’S WRATH INTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!! The crowd roars as Titaness, bleeding leg and all, scrambles for the count…

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE

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NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Watson: HOW IS THIS NOT OVER? THAT WAS A HEAVY IMPACT THROUGH THE SOLID STEEL!

Sydney: KILLJOY CAN’T BE KILLED!

Ace King: She’ll keep fighting, just as he will. Regardless of what’s on the line, I’ve seen Sam’s desire to keep the United States Championship on its current pedestal, and an effort like tonight has proven it once again.

Somehow, Ito kicks out at the last possible moment after the move! Titaness is visibly frustrated now, but she keeps herself focused on the task at hand. Titaness kicks the destroyed steel chair out of the ring, then looks down at the vulnerable Ito before a thought crosses her mind, prompting her to roll to the outside, where she sees the steel steps sitting there.

Watson: We know Samantha Hamilton has no fear of using anything available to her in these situations, and it looks like she’s got her eyes on something big here.

Sydney: Yes, the steel steps, dummy.

She goes to bend down to get the steel steps, but she’s a step slower than usual, which allows Buddy to sneak up with The Love Stick! However, as Titaness lifts the steps above her head, she turns around and catches Buddy as he’s ready to strike! She stares him down, but the distraction is enough for Ito to recover and launch himself through the ropes, this time connecting with the Suicide Somersault Senton! The impact knocks the steps from Titaness’s grip and sends them flying toward the entrance ramp. Ito picks them up and slides them into the ring under the bottom rope, then rolls Titaness back in with them.

She slowly gets to her feet, but Ito is quick to snatch her up, trying to lift her up high above the steel steps. However, Titaness uses her length to pull herself back down to her feet, giving her a base to reverse the hold… HAMMERLOCK DDT ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!

Watson: That was an absolutely sickening thud off the steps, and you can feel the tide shifting in this one.

Ace King: Sick, wicked, nasty, and in line with throwing everything you have at an opponent under these circumstances.

Sydney: Sharpe’s not in this, you idiot, so use a different word.

Watson: We’re also on an island, so tide could apply that way, too.

Sydney: No.

Ito is groggy after his head bounces off the steps, but Titaness is relentless as she grabs him under both arms while standing on the steps… WRATH OF THE TITANS ONTO THE STEPS! Buddy looks horrified as Ito crumples off the steps, Titaness breathing heavily. After a quick check on Ito, Mercer calls the match!

DING DING DING

Starr: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, VIA KNOCKOUT… THE EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION… SAMANTHA ‘THE TITANESS’ HAAAAAAMILTOOOOONNNNN!

Watson: What an unbelievable match between these two once again, and this time, Titaness kept Killjoy down.

Sydney: SHE’S A MONSTER! HOW DARE SHE DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!

Ace King: Like I said earlier, anything goes in the X-Division.

Ace slowly stands up and onto the announce table, holding the X-Division title in the air. The fans begin to cheer as in the Ring, Buddy Love is checking on his client. He then turns to the announce table and stares daggers at the X-Division champion as FSW goes off the air...

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SEGMENT WRITERS

David Gospel
@deshawn
TheSouthernExpress
Elliot Bowman IV
Ibuki Ito
_.Candy._ & Stitches

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: PARAMOUNT

MATCH TWO
WRITER: David Gospel

MATCH THREE
WRITER: "Blessed" Justin Paird

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Ezio DeLuca

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH SIX / MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Ace King

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RECAP OF WINNERS

GAUNTLET MATCH
Stevie Von Wilde Vs Brett Kennedy Vs Mercenary Vs Alanya Chloros Vs Jason Rayne
WINNER(S): Mercenary 
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SINGLES MATCH
David Gospel Vs Double Dee
WINNER(S): David Gospel 

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SINGLES MATCH / NON-TITLE MATCH
Elliot Bowman IV  Vs Ezio DeLuca (C) 
WINNER(S): Ezio DeLuca

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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE / NON-TITLE MATCH
Donkey Punch Vs Southern Express (c) 
WINNER(S): Southern Express

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FATAL FOUR WAY / SINGLE ELIMINATION MATCH
Nezumi Hazama Vs Wes Walker Vs Dominic Sanders Vs Stitches (Pinned)
WINNER(S): Nezumi Hazama

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X-DIVISION RULES MATCH / NON-TITLE MATCH
Killjoy Ito Vs Samantha Hamilton (c) 
WINNER(S): Samantha Hamilton

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: The Lad  & Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
MATCH OF THE NIGHT:Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton  Vs  Ibuki Ito

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