PARAMOUNT WRESTLING #004 SASKATOON

[PARAMOUNT]

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents

** THE PINNACLE PREPARES FOR AN UPRISING**

EPISODE #004

APRIL 14TH, 2021

LIVE! from the Sasktel Centrea - Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, 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 Sasktel Centre!











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

The fans packing the Sasktel Centre 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 Saskatoon 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 X-Tron, this episode of Paramount Wrestling 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, setting the tone for the history of the Orange brand. 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, Stitches, Candy, and Wes Walker tearing down that mold...

As more pyro goes off the the Paramount Wrestling logo appears and flashes of the roster appear on the screen such as Killjoy Ito, Mercenary, Kuroiki, Allen Anderson, Marcu$ $t. John, and El Pablo. Then, the camera cuts to a shot from Paramount #2 of David Miller scowling as his arm is raised in the hair, the CW Broadcast championship being handed to him before fading into a shot of Robbie Rayder standing atop a ladder at StrangleMania XVI,  the North American championship 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! Cameras pan around the arena to catch some of the signage that many fans have brought to the Sasktel Centre with them here tonight. The FSW fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:

"WHERE IS JFS?!"

"I'm Still Down With The Clown!"

"Darius is gonna rid EWC of it's cavities! "

"#3C4Life"

"Miller and Rayder: The PINNACLE of champions in EWC!"

"PAR-A-MOUNT!!!"



"PARA-A-MOUNT!!!"



"PARA-A-MOUNT!!!"



"PAR-A-MOUNT!!!"

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 the fourth episode of Paramount Wrestling! We are coming to you live from Sasktel Centre in good ol' Saskatoon! My name is Tim Watson and with my as always is Cid Sydney

Sydney: It's great to be back with another episode of Paramount Wrestling, Tim. We have a packed show every time, but tonight we really have an insane show on tap for you. We are two weeks away from Paramount Wrestling's Brand Exclusive Pay-Per-View UPRISING! And we don't know a SINGLE MATCH that will be taking place there yet. This is very unlike Chris Brock to not have taken a moment to give us what we want to know 

Watson: We do know SOME of what to expect though. We have a match tonight between Roozilla and James Keaton and the winner will go on to face Robbie Rayder for the North American championship at UPRISING! We also will see Gabriel Ohio take on Jake Lumas in our opinion contest. 

Sydney: Speaking of the North American title, we have former North American AND FSW champion Wes Walker taking on Adriana Aquilla, who just recently challenged for the North American title at StrangleMania. Then, we will see EL Pablo and newly crowned EWC X-Division Champion Killjoy Ito go at it in non-title singles competition before fellow Love Club members and EWC Tag Team Champions, The Southern Express taking on the Texas Angels.

Watson: Jason Hunter will then take on Robbie Rayder before Darius takes on Candy and then in our Main Event we have a rematch from Paramount #2 as Marcu$ $t. John gets one more opportunity at David Miller and the CW Broadcast Championship! 

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 .. Paramount Wrestling action will be back in exactly 1 minute

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The former Undisputed Champion, Stitches, storms the SaskTel Center, clearly infuriated by the end result of Stranglemania a fortnight prior. With the retired FSW Championship resting over his right shoulder, Stitches opens a rear door and enters the SaskTel Center, accompanied shortly afterward by Marionette, Harrow Quinn and Felix Lestrange. As Stitches enters the building he is approached by a member of staff.

Staff Member: Mr. Brock is looking for you.

Stitches ignores the staff member and continues to walk around the building until eventually, he stumbles across a hallway, it is here where he hears a familiar voice echo from the opposite side of the hallway.

Chris Brock: Uhh, Stitches...

From down the hallway Chris Brock appears, being accompanied by two gargantuan, muscle-bound men who follow close behind. Stitches continues to walk, the FSW Championship perched over his shoulder, as Marionette, Harrow Quinn and Felix Lestrange follow behind. As Stitches approaches Chris Brock he stops and stares passed Chris Brock at the two large, towering men.

Stitches: Those men, they look familiar.

As Stitches stares passed Chris Brock and at the two towering bodyguards he sees it. The two men are suddenly wearing black, red and white face paint and large shoulder pads with spikes. A disingenious smirk spreads across the face of Stitches as his eyes are afixed upon the Rocky Road Warriors.

Stitches: You couldn't get enough the first time?

Chris Brock: Enough what?

Stitches, having heard Chris Brock's voice, shakes his head and stares back at the Rocky Road Warriors, but they are no longer wearing face paint or spiked shoulder pads, they are merely two large, enforcing bodyguards standing behind Chris Brock.

Brock: Listen, I don't have time for this. I am here to do a job.

Stitches turns his attention away from the bodyguards and towards Chris Brock.

Brock: That championship over your shoulder, I am here to take it.

The carnival clown's face twists and contorts into an angry scowl.

Stitches: You are not taking this away from me.

Brock: The FSW Championship is retired. The moment you pinned Wes Walker's shoulders to the mat that championship was retired. You knew the stipulation of that match. And although I originally found it intriguing that you walked around with both the Undisputed and FSW Championships, the joke is now over and we must properly retire the FSW Championship and put it to rest.

Stitches: You are not taking the FSW Championship away from me.

Brock: Don't make this hard for me, Stitches. I don't want to have to utilise these men standing behind me, but I will if I must.

Stitches ignores Chris Brock and tries to continue down the hallway. However, he is stopped by one of the gargantuan men.

Stitches: Move out of my way.

The gargantuan man refuses to move.

Stitches: Move out of my way!

Brock: Don't let him go anywhere.

Suddenly, the gargantuan man grabs Stitches with one hand and holds him in place. The other towering figure keeps Harrow Quinn, Marionette and Felix Lestrange from doing something stupid. Chris Brock approaches Stitches, grabs the end of the FSW Championship and slips it off of the shoulder of Stitches. Staring at the FSW Championship, Chris Brock throws it over his own shoulder.

Brock: You chose the hard way, clown.

With that, Chris Brock retreats back down the hallway from where he came. Once Chris Brock is far enough away, the gargantuan man holding onto Stitches lets him go and the two towering figures follow Chris Brock down the hallway. Stitches stands there for a moment, astounded at what had just unfolded, before he absolutely flips. 

Stitches: How fuckin' dare here!

Grabbing a nearby wooden crate, he hurls it across the hallway, it shatters into a dozen pieces against the wall. Stitches then grabs a nearby shipping container which is on wheels, he shoves the shipping container down the hallway, it collides with a bunch of cleaning materials and they scatter across the floor. 

Stitches: Does he not know who the fuck I am?

Stitches then grabs a sledgehammer which had been propped up against the wall and swings it at the wall, letting it go at the end of the swing so that it smashes through the wall and disappears into the gapping hole left behind. Stitches simply stands there, staring at the hole, as he contemplates his next move.

Harrow Quinn: Stitches, calm down!

Harrow Quinn approaches Stitches, the carnival clown turns in his direction and gives him the most sinister of stares.

Stitches: Shut the fuck up, oaf!

Harrow Quinn throws his hands into the air, muttering 'okay, okay' under his breath before backing away. Marionette then steps up to Stitches, mere inches away, and stares into his cold, dark eyes.

Marionette: This isn't you, you don't explode like this.

Stitches: You don't have a clue who the fuck I am.

Marionette simply stands there, chuckling to herself, before extending her hand backward and slapping Stitches hard across the side of his face. Marionette pulls her hand back, wiping away a part of Stitches face paint and revealing the red welt that had started to appear underneath.

Marionette: I know exactly who you are.

Stitches turns his head and laughs to himself, he then turns back and starts to advance towards Marionette. Usually calm and collected, Marionette starts to back away from Stitches, having never seen such a face on the carnival clown before. Realising his half-sister may be in danger, Felix Lestrange steps in, but before he can do anything to defend his half-sister, Nevaeh charges at the carnival clown and spears him into the nearby wall, leaving a gargantuan hole in the wall. Stitches remains placed in the hole, his back-end through the hole as his head and legs peer out. The carnival clown can't stop laughing, a haunting, maniacal laugh, as he simply sits there, in the hole in the wall, as Nevaeh dusts herself off.

Nevaeh: What the fuck are you doing, clown? Wake up to yourself.

With that, Nevaeh heads down the hallway, darting around all of the debris left behind from Stitches outburst. Marionette, Harrow Quinn and Felix Lestrange head the other way, leaving their fallen commander wedged in the hole in the wall to think about his actions. The carnival clown is still laughing maniacally to himself as he remains seated in the hole. Suddenly, Chris Brock storms down the hallway with the two gargantuan bodyguards he had earlier, and approaches Stitches.

Brock: Escort his ass out of here!

The two large men peel Stitches out of the wall, each of them grabbing Stitches underneath an armpit. The two towering men then escort Stitches out of the building, the carnival clown's feet drag along the ground as he refuses to walk on his own accord. The maniacal laughter has slowly started to subside, but still, the clown laughs maniacal underneath his breath as he is escorted from the arena.

Brock: I have more important things to deal with tonight than this menagerie.

Brock walks out of frame and toward the entrance ramp to the Sasktel Centre. 

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SINGLES MATCH

Gabriele Ohio

VS Jake Lumas

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We return to ringside where Tim and Sid are standing by

Watson: Stitches has officially lost it folks. No longer the International champion, he seems so...lost right now Sid.


Sydney: I have never seen him like this, Tim. It's like that Undisputed championship was his entire being and without it, he's nothing. He is still a former indy champion, former 3 time FSW champion. He's got the longest FSW title reign of all time. He has nothing to be ashamed of here. 

Watson: Well he's been kicked out for the night, so we will have to see what happens!


"Remember the Name" by Fort Minor begins to play as the fans start to cheer. Chris Brock comes out, sans the FSW championship, and makes his way to the ring. 

Watson: It looks like Chris Brock has something else to say here! 

Sydney: I would hope so! It's not everyday that you kick out a former Undisputed champion without answering for it! 

Brock has made it to the ring and been handed the microphone by Paramount announcer Isabella Starr.


Brock: Saskatoon! I hope you all are ready for the action packed show we have for you this evening!

The crowd cheers for the mention of their hometown.


Brock: Apologies for the scene you all just had to witness backstage, by the way. I did not want to kick Stitches out, but I had no choice. Before that though, I was going to come out here because we have some business to discuss folks! April the 28th, at Camping World Stadium in Orlando, Florida Paramount Wrestling is set to bring you all a night of wrestling that has never NOT delivered as one of the best shows of the year. That's right folks, it's time once again for an UPRISING!  We are two weeks out from that show and I have been on the phones since StrangleMania ended trying to come up with the best main even I could for you all... I think I have it now. SO

Brock pauses a moment for effect. 

Brock: We have a former Undisputed champion on the roster who is owed a rematch. Stitches had a successful defense of the championship right here on the first episode of Paramount Wrestling. So I think it only fitting that he get that rematch in front of sixty THOUSAND Paramount Wrestling fans, don't you?!

The crowd cheers at this announcement.

Brock: I do as well. So in the Main Event we will see Stiches challenge Ace King in a StrangleMania rematch for the Undisputed Championship! 

Another large pop from this hot Canadian crowd. 

Watson: We all figured this was going to be the case folks. Stitches clearly wants his title back. 

Brock: But that's not all... See, at Paramount #3, Killjoy Ito BEAT Stitches and as such, became a contender for the Undisputed Championship. The same Killjoy who then went on to win the X-Division championship from Ace King, who is now the Undisputed champion. So that presents a problem doesn't it? 

Sydney: Two titles, three competitors.. How the hell do you solve this one Tim? 

Brock: So here is the solution. Stitches will fight Ace King for the Undisputed championship, BUT...so will Killjoy Ito. Stitches, Killjoy and Ace all in one match.. For the EWC Undisputed championship AND the EWC X-Division Championship. 

Watson: WHAT?! 

Brock: You heard me correctly. This will be a Triple Threat match... Two falls will settle this match. The first fall will decide who walks out the X-Division champion... The second fall will decide who walks out the EWC UNDISPUTED Champion!

The crowd is going wild right now as they are CLEARLY excited for this match.  

Brock: So we have our main event! We also know that whomever wins out of Roozilla and James Keaton will go on to challenge Robbie Rayder for the EWC North American championship! Throughout the night you all may want to stay tuned because more matches will be announced! Thank you Saskatoon and now let's get into the action!!!!

Watson: Big words there by the General Manager of Paramount Wrestling! A HUGE main event announced and we know at least half of the other match... Folks, we are moments away from our opening contest tonight folks, but before we do Let's take a look back at last night and the events of EWC Gambit here in Saskatoon!

Sydney: It was a great night of professional Wrestling, but the talk of the night was the two new debuting Paramount Wrestling superstars! OMEK put on an absolute clinic in powerhouse wrestling, taking care of his opponent Ursus in UNDER 2 minutes! This man is a beast and I cannot wait to see what he does on Paramount Wrestling. Also, the returning Isabella, "La Ballistica" now is calling Paramount her home and she took care of Peach Gelato in quick fashion. We have an ever growing roster of talent on Paramount folks, so keep your eyes out for Gambit coming your way!

Starr: The following match is for one fall. Joining us first, from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 220 pounds ... JAKE LUMASSS!

The steady bass and hi-hat intro to 'Born to Raise Hell' by Motorhead powers up at 140 beats per minute. The lead guitar crunches and slides as Jake Lumas steps out from behind the curtain.

He looks on the crowd and raises his trusty steel chair in the air to let them all know he brought it.

He allows the music to pour into his veins. Nods his head to the beat. He summons energy from the crowd into his hands and feet but stands perfectly still. The song itself is like a lightning rod that fills him with explosive energy. He relaxes his body and lowers his head.

As the song heads into the chorus, he lifts his head and smiles the peaceful grin of a lunatic on a full moon and bumps his chair against his forehead to wake his body up.

A determined jog to the ring turns into a sprint, and chair in hand he slides into the ring, ready to take his pound of flesh.

Starr: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 286 pounds ... GABRIEL OHIOOOOO!

"Pieces of Eden" by Satan's Arrival plays and the lights slowly start to flicker. The X-Tron lights up with a dark figure walking up some stairs. It opens a door and the X-Tron blacks out and the music stops.

A voice is heard.

"Carpe Noctum!!"

A Slowed down, more Hard rock version of the theme tune plays.
The announcer escapes with a hasty retreat out the ring. The top of the ramp is filled with smoke and a 'Moonlight Style' spotlight appears shortly after. A face is zoomed in upon, cocked to the side.

The light goes out, few seconds later it appears again a bit down the ramp. Ohio stares, but he doesn't move. The light goes out. Shortly after the light comes back on and the face of Ohio is pressed against the camera lens, the burn scars on his face there for all to see.

He laughs a maniacal laugh before progressing into the ring at a slow manic pace. He stands centre of the ring as it starts to rain on the ramp way and stage.

DING DING DING

Jake Lumas eases his way around the ring trying to survey the much bigger man. Gabriel Ohio lunches at Lumas but the smaller, quicker man dodges the attack. Jake responds with a kick to the back of Ohio’s leg. Gabriel doesn’t react and just shrugs off the move. Lumas again kicks him behind the leg and follows up with several more quick kicks.

Ohio stumbles as the last kick buckles his knee as Lumas follows up with a drop kick. Jake gets back to his feet and rebounds off the ropes this drop kicking Ohio’s leg out from under him. Ohio falls to the canvas and Lumas goes to stomp on his chest. Gabriel catches his foot before he can make contact.Ohio stands holding his foot and shoves him backwards into the ropes. Lumas momentum brings him towards Ohio who nails his signature Día de Muertos. Irish Curse Back breaker, then while over his knee, hits a Sister Abigail. Ohio then covers him for the pin.

ONE…





TWO…



No, Ohio pulls him up by his hair showing that he’s not done with Jake Lumas just yet.

Watson: Lumas had a smart strategy to open this match, but the size of Gabriel Ohio cannot be matched here. 

Sydney: Ohio is a big dude, anytime you are trying to use speed against him, all it takes is ONE mistake and Ohio takes over. 

Gabriel Ohio pulls Lumas off the canvas and throws him over his shoulder as he backs into the corner. With a spinning motion Ohio drops Lumas face first onto the turnbuckle and then clothesline him over the top rope. Gabriel begins dusting is shoulder showing this is light work for him. The referee makes the count but Ohio refuses to wait as he drops to the floor. He goes to grab Lumas who kicks upwards hitting Ohio under the chin. Getting to his feet Jake shoves Ohio into the ring post shoulder first. He then quickly moves to the opposite side of the post. He grabs Ohio’s hand and pulls back as hard as possible again sending Gabriel shoulder first into the ring post.

Ohio grabs his shoulder in pain as Lumas rolls into and back out of the ring breaking the count. Lumas runs on the outside of the ring and dives feet first between the ropes under the turnbuckle. He catches Ohio under the chin again knocking him backwards. Lumas climbs onto the ring apron and ascends the turnbuckles.

Lumas dives off the top turnbuckle towards Gabriel Ohio but the larger man catches him. Turning Jake into a lawn dart he throws him head first into the ring post. A light streak of blood flows down his forehead as Ohio picks him up and tosses him between the ropes into the ring.Ohio climbs back into the ring.


Watson: Good God! Ohio makes that look so easy to dispense punishment!

Sydney: He's always talking about wanting agony and punishment, but as you can see he is NOT afraid to dish it out as well! 

Gabriel Ohio stalks Lumas as he drags himself away from the approaching Goliath. The large man reaches down for Jake who rolls through his legs and comes up behind him.  Goodnight Sally. Lumas drops Ohio with his signature tornado DDT. Jake quickly climbs to the top turnbuckles knowing it’ll take more to keep the bigger man down. He patiently waits as Ohio again begins to stand to his feet.Lumas comes off the top turnbuckles. Goodnight Sally again! 

He drops Ohio again and goes for the cover.

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall at 12:56....... JAKE LUMASSS!

Lumas gets to his feet as the referee raises his arm in victory. He then ducks out of the ring as Ohio begins getting back to his feet. Choosing to end the fight for another night and another match.

Gabriel Ohio looks out into the audience putting his hands on his hips shaking his head in frustration.

Watson: JAKE LUMAS JUST DEFEATED GABRIEL OHIO! That was something special their from the veteran Lumas. He had to pull out a second Goodnight Sally, but it was just enough to get the three. 

Sydney: Gabriel Ohio beat the crap out of Jake Lumas. That blood running down his face is not by accident, Ohio did that on purpose to his opponent. That DDT by Lumas stunned him just long enough for Jake to take it up a notch. Do not discount the effort that Gabriel Ohio gave tonight. He is NOT going to be happy about this loss Tim. 

Watson: I am being told now that Roozilla has requested to address the audience here tonight. Looks like has already made his way to the ring. 

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The camera fades back to the ring as we find Rupert Garfield Huxley standing inside of the ring holding a microphone. Gone is the comedy grin that we’re use to seeing. In it’s place is a smug arrogance that tells us of his current mood.

Roozilla: “I liked it better when these fans stayed in their basements whacking to a JC Penny’s catalog. I hear that Jason Hunter’s mother use to be on page 17 back in the late 1990s.

The only reason Jason is even alive to be in the EWC is because of Xplode recognizing her from the advertisement. That night was Xplode’s first time that it wasn’t just sticky pages and dreams.

Jason Hunter you were conceived due to a proverbial wet dream come to life. You know why your mothers maiden name was Park? Because that’s where you could find her as a young adult turning tricks. She was passed around so much I’m surprised that you weren’t named John. You might as well be called John Pucker. You want to know why?

Just like guys who pick up hookers in America are called Johns. They call these guys Puckers in the British Isles. Look it up kid. I’m a straight shooter and I’m not going to tell you lies.

Huxley lowers the microphone as his face displays humor at his word play. He looks out towards the crowd as a woman can be heard screaming her hatred towards him.

Roozilla: John Pucker, Jason, whichever I know a lot about your little family. I’m a man that’s always the most prepared person in the room and inside of this ring. I know the accomplishments of your parents and I know what you’ve accomplished yourself.

You want to know what I don’t like about you John Pucker? Your confidence. You’re lack of confidence to be more exact. You live in the shadows of two parents whose legacies you don’t believe you can live up too. It comes across in every match and every promo.

RGH pauses momentarily before he continues speaking.

Roozilla: Well, kid, I’m here to shine some light for you and make you realize that those shadows are only inside of your own head. You’re not just a prodigy of Ruthless Aggression… If you catch my drift.

We’ve got a long ways to go before this thing between us is over. I’m not a three second man like that father of yours. Take that as a derogatory statement or a compliment of his mat prowess. Perhaps, it’s both. You never really know with Rupert Garfield Huxley.

I’ll be seeing you around Jaso… John Pucker.

Roozilla allows a grin to come across his face before continuing.

Roozilla: James Keaton don't go thinking that I'm ignoring you or this fight we're going to find ourselves competing within. Tonight you are my priority and that North American Championship opportunity is my goal. Don't think I'm taking things with you for granted or even overlooking you. Trust me when I say that I have a few things planned for our match tonight."

The man known as Roozilla drops the microphone as his music begins to play. The jeers of the audience continue to grow as he exits the ring and begins walking up the entrance. Fade to black.

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The camera cuts backstage to find ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love, who is all smiles as he walks into the SaskTel Center. He is followed by ‘The Titaness’ Samantha Hamilton and then the International Champion Xavier Reid, neither of which are wearing the same smile as their manager.

Reid: So you’re telling us that Chris Brock just invited us all here...no strings attached…

Hamilton: Yeah it doesn’t add up, tell us again what he said…

Tommy shakes his head, he has gone over this a few times with Samantha and Xavier but he explains to them what took place on the phone once again.

Love: He called during Rampage, he said he would love for the three of us to come up here to Saskatoon... and would even cover the first class tickets and join our fellow Love Club members at Paramount #004…

He looks at Samantha and Xavier who still look a bit cautious of this gesture, which Tommy picks up on.

Love: And they say I have trust issues...listen, this is Paramount’s first show since StrangleMania...a night that The Love Club added two more championships to our group, Killjoy has a match against your brother…

Tommy points at Xavier and continues to smile

Love: And The Southern Express are taking on the Texas Angels...who The Young Lions just beat...it’s a celebration guys unless…

Tommy’s smiles fades as he stops and looks at Samantha and Xavier, who seem happier that their manager is finally looking for another meaning to this invitation

Love: Chris Brock has invited us here to try and steal us…

Tommy smiles again

Love: Think about it, he’s been trying to recruit anyone and everyone to Paramount, just tossing money at people like David Miller, Darius, The Southern Express...maybe he invited us here because he wants Paramount to be the official home of The Love Club...I mean he already has Killjoy and the Express...Jason, two of the three Love managers...maybe he’s invited us here to try and wine us...dine us...and…

But before Tommy can finish

Hamilton: I’m a contracted Rampage star, I’m right in the middle of The Best of Rampage Tournament and I’m not about to jump ship…

Xavier nods

Reid: I’m the International Champion...a championship that’s exclusive to Brawl...no amount of money is going to get me to hand this back over after everything I did to win it back Tommy…

Tommy holds up his hands

Love: Maybe it’s not right now...maybe this is about the future, after the BORT and when you are no longer the International Champion...listen these GM’s here in the EWC are all about packing their roster to make their brand the best...so I say we listen to whatever Brock has to say and we sit on it...at the very least take it back to Connors and Duggan and try and get ourselves raises…

Tommy nods with excitement but Samantha and Xavier shake their heads

Hamilton: No, you tell him we aren’t interested…

Reid: Yeah, thanks but no thanks…

Tommy just shakes his head

Love: Fine but let me do the talking when we meet with him, let me do my job here tonight…

Tommy walks away annoyed but Xavier looks over at Samantha

Reid: You think this is about contracts?

Samantha shakes her head

Hamilton: No, no I don’t…

Reid: Yeah me neither…

Samantha and Xavier look around wondering what the hell they just walked into...

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We cut backstage to Lisa Goldrush entering the locker room of James Keaton. The door is open before she enters, indicating that James is expecting her or that he’s about to leave.

Goldrush: I’m here with James Keaton as he finishes preparing for his match. Between this and potentially having to look at Jimmy Lane’s ass again, let’s just say I’ve taken the high road. So James, how’s it going with the whole crispy skin thing?

James gives Goldrush the sort of look someone gives when they’ve heard a joke for the hundredth time.

James: Do they just pay you to irritate me, goddamn. At least you’ve actually called me James this week.

Goldrush: I might carry on doing that, but we’re not on first-name terms just yet.

James: Whatever, there’s too many Keaton's running about this place, no need for me to be confused with people I bear no relation to.

Goldrush fake-laughs slightly but James Keaton isn’t quick enough on the uptake to realize. James flares his nostrils and gives Goldrush the side-eye.

James: That wasn’t intended to be funny.

Goldrush: I, er, see.

James: Look, I know you want some sort of running commentary before I take out my multiple aggressions on Roozilla tonight. Does he deserve it?

James takes a longer-than-necessary amount of time to ponder this.

Goldrush: ...Does he?

James: Probably not from me but he’s getting it anyhow. I’ll tell you what though, I still don’t get how someone who got PINNED at the last Paramount gets another go at this. I know EWC do a lot of charity work but did they really have to give it to an active member of the roster?

James scoffs at the notion of this. He looks back at Goldrush and motions for her to start following him out of the locker room.

James: At least someone putting these matches together understands that I deserve another chance at this, I never got pinned so quite frankly I haven’t been beaten and it’s not my fault. At least tonight I get to rectify that...

James stops himself mid-sentence as he notices Adriana Aquilla making her way backstage. James starts to stare her down as he walks towards her.

Goldrush: I’m not sure what James Keaton was about to say but it seems he’s got something or someone else on his mind.

James puts himself directly in Adriana’s path, antagonizing her with his presence. Adriana steps up to the challenge, she’s never backed down before so why start a bad habit now?

Adriana: Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere else?

James: So what’s all this then? You just passing the time before you get slapped up by Wes Walker?

Adriana: Seems to me like you’re the one without focus, are you just passing the time or is this your way of showing off your sick burns?

James: You do understand that you’re at fault for this, don’t you?

Adriana: What do you mean? I never signed you up for that match and you’re responsible for your own outcomes.

James clears his throat loudly and points to his pressure garment, the clothing he’s had to wear since the Stranglemania Freeview.

James: Yeah you really don’t get it. It’s Roozilla’s fault for getting pinned and I’m gonna sort him out tonight, that’s just straight justice. But you, you’re at fault for pinning him and costing me the match.

Adriana: Costing you the match?

James: Damn straight, if you didn’t pin him I would have done it. I’d have been in a ladder match...

Adriana interrupts.

Adriana: ...so you’d have been falling off a ladder instead of smelling like carnitas for two weeks. I still don’t see what this has to do with me.

James: If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been smoked up like a crappy barbeque. Roozilla might be tonight, but I ain’t done with you. Especially since you can’t wrestle every match with a home advantage.

Adriana: You saying you’re gonna beat me?

James: I’m saying that when I face you, you won’t have any advantage.

Adriana: You’re gonna have to beat me twice then, I’m already ahead of you.

James: Pinning Roozilla doesn’t put you ahead of me.

Adriana: Maybe when you beat him you can say that, but hey, no pressure!

James acknowledges the challenge set out for him and steps to the side, allowing Adriana to pass whilst they both maintain a staring contest until they leave each other's peripheral vision. James shouts something as Adriana continues off in the distance.

James: Just so you know I ain’t done with you!

Adriana waves two fingers at James, but we can’t tell if it’s a V for Victory or the OTHER two finger salute as we cut away from backstage.

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SINGLES MATCH
WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDER TO THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP

James Keaton

VS Roozilla

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We return to ringside where James Keaton and Roozilla are about to fight to become the #1 contender to the North American Championship.

Watson: Sydney I’m surprised that James Keaton has been released by the doctors to wrestle here tonight. He must have massive wounds that are still healing from Stranglemania.

Sydney: Roozilla will look to use that to his advantage here tonight against Keaton. This man has shown a massive change in his ruthlessness. He proved that at Stranglemania.

Starr: The following match is for one fall and the winner becomes the #1 Contender for the North American Championship. Joining us first, from North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina , weighing in at 239 pounds ... ROOOZZZILLLAAAA!

"Meet Me in the Dark" by Otherwise begins to play as the lights dim to a dark hue of purples mixed with blue. Roozilla stands at the entrance ramp with his back turned to the ring. He stands quietly with his arms down to his side as he takes his heavy breaths before turning his torso backwards towards the audience and the ring.He turns and looks out into the crowd surveying his surroundings…

James Keaton comes out from the entrance holding a chair and slams it across Roozilla’s back. It appears to stun him and causes him to arch his back but he turns and looks at Keaton. Roozilla’s valet Jules Cassidy shrieks in fear and begs Keaton to stop but he simply ignores her.Without hesitation Keaton again swings the chair as Roozilla gives up his back again to avoid being hit in the face. This blow causes Roozilla to stumble and fall to one knee. Keaton again slams the chair for a third time dropping the man known as Roozilla.

Watson: Keaton is covered in bandages where he was burned. His head, his arms, and even his chest and back. How… Why… Is he out here wrestling!?

Sydney: Because of that North American Championship and he’s going to do anything for that opportunity. Roozilla is on the ground and Keaton just leveled the playing field.

James Keaton pulls Roozilla to his feel by the back of his leather jacket and his hair. He leads him towards the ring and tosses him inside under the bottom rope. Keaton climbs between the ropes as the bell rings.

DING DING DING

The referee demands that Keaton drop the chair he brought into the ring. Keaton looks down at Roozilla and then back towards the referee as he tosses it onto the canvas. The referee picks it up and walks to the edge of the ring to hand it to someone at ring side. As the referee is distracted Keaton reaches down for Roozilla but is kicked between the legs buckling his knees. The Roo sits up and grabs a hand full of the bandages off his head and then begins biting his burnt flesh. The referee turns backing the illegal act and begins counting.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

FOUR...

Roozilla spits the flesh that came loose into Keaton’s face as he stands to his feet.The referee admonishes Roozilla but turns his attention to Keaton who low blows The Roozy One. Roo grasps himself as he falls backwards into the corner of the ring. Keaton ignores the referees threat of disqualification as runs towards Roozilla giving him a European Upper Cut followed by a belly to belly suplex. Keaton hits the canvas with his back and cries out in pain from his wounds from Stranglemania. He pushes himself up and again goes after Roozilla. They both come face to face and Roozilla backhand chops the burnt chest of Keaton as the bandages have come loose. Roozilla shoves him backwards into the corner and rips the bandages from his chest and chops him again. The blisters that had been healing splatter as they pop and ooze puss and blood.

Watson: Keaton came out with a vengeance, but Roozilla here is being just as ruthless! There are bloody bandages all over the ring right now and Roo even gave us his best Mike Tyson impersonation earlier! 

Sydney: Roozilla is not the same man we saw a month ago. He has shed the goofy image that he brought to EWC and has found that deep, dark place that he needs to go to in order to really excel here on Paramount Wrestling. Let's see who wants it more here tonight Tim! 

Keaton cries out in agony but is able to put a perfectly placed thumb to the eye of Roozilla. The Roo grasps his face and turns away holding his face and eye. The referee again threatens disqualification and again Keaton pushes past him. Keaton runs forward as he leaps into the air grab Roozilla by the head and dropping him with a bulldog face first to the mat. Keaton landing with him rolls Roozilla over onto his back. Keaton begins throwing fists and then elbows into the face and head of The Roozy One. Roo is able to reverse putting Keaton on his back as he begins throwing his own rights and lefts. Roozilla stands and walks over to one corner of the ring and looks out towards his valet Jules Cassidy. He’s telling her to give him something and she extends her hand to give it to him but Roozilla is pulled backwards by Keaton. Keaton hits his signature Wicked DDT and the drops onto Roozilla for the pin.

ONE...





TWO...





T-Kickout!

Keaton slams his fist to the canvas in frustration. Roozilla kicks him in the chest smearing blood across his boot. The Roo rolls to his feet before Keaton and grabs Keaton’s wrist as he locks in his legendary wrist lock.

Keaton attempts to free himself but Roo tightens his grip. Holding the wrist lock with one hand he chops him with the other as the bloody mess of his chest splatters. The referee quickly jerks away as puss and blood spray out into his face and his eyes.

Watson: Oh my God! Someone get a hazmat team out here. 

Sydney: Clean up on Aisle 10! James Keaton is all over the mat!

With the referee temporarily blinded Roozilla turns towards Jules Cassidy who throws a black bag towards him. Catching it Roozilla begins to grin as he kicks Keaton into the corner. The then begins pouring salt from the black bag into his hand. He then slaps it across Keaton’s chest and rubs it into his wounds. Keaton yells out in agony as he turns away from Roozilla. Again Roozilla slaps the salt and rubs it into the wounds on Keaton's back. The Roozy One then throws the back outside of the ring before the referee turns back around. Roozilla is laughing at his actions as James Keaton is walking around the ring in agony as his wounds burn from the salt. Confident, Roozilla follows his around the ring as he’s laughing and mocking Keaton. Distracted with his evil deeds Roozilla is caught by James Keaton who drops him again with the Wicked DDT. This time Keaton climbs the turnbuckles and drops onto Roozilla with The Story so far.

Keaton covers Roozilla for the pin.

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TWO...



NO JULES CASSIDY PUT ROOZILLA’S FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!

The referee sees the foot and motions that Roozilla is in the ropes. James Keaton looks at his foot and then out towards Jules Cassidy. He stands to his feet and begins yelling at the woman.

Distracted Roozilla rolls Keaton up for a pin and pulls the tights but the referee isn’t able to see due to the angle.

ONE...




TWO...




THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pin fall at 8:12.... ROOZILLAAAAA!

Roozilla quickly rolls out of the ring raising his own arm in victory.James Keaton gets to his feet infuriated but yelling for a bottle of water. The referee goes for a bottle of water as Keaton stumbles towards the ring ropes. He’s handed a bottle of water but before dousing himself hoping to wash away the salt he sees Roozilla.

The Roo is standing again with the salt bag in his hands. A blast of salt is thrown out towards Keaton as it covers the wounds of his chest once again. He yells out in agony once more as Roozy again begins to laugh. He’s then handed by Jules the chair Keaton had used earlier. Roozilla raises it but it distracted as Keaton filled his mouth with water and sprays it into The Roo’s eyes.

Keaton rips the chair away from him and this time slams it across Roozilla’s head dropping him to the canvas. He raises the chair and slams it onto Roozilla once again. Keaton is again thrown into agony as Jules Cassidy had picked up the salt and slapped it onto his back giving Roozilla time to roll out of the ring. Jules escapes as well leaving Keaton alone in the ring.

Watson: This was just brutal the entire way. Keaton should have won this one. Roozilla pulled this one out thanks to Jules Cassidy. Without her Rupert Garfield Huxley would be a defeated man. Now he’s the #1 contender to the North American Championship.

Sydney: James Keaton showed us a side of him that I don’t think we realized that he had. The brutal agony that he suffered at Stranglemania and now here tonight. This guy can take pain and suffering like I’ve never seen before. He fought his way through every moment and if it wasn’t for outside interference he would be going on to compete for the North American Championship.

Cid Sydney: I'm being told that at this time we'll be going to the back where Lisa Goldrush is standing by to interview quite a motley crew.

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Lisa Goldrush: I’m here with the members of The FEUD and I understand that you have a message that you wish to convey regarding recent events involving your former friend and ally the Mercenary.

Lacey snatches the microphone rudely out of Lisa’s hand and waves her away with a dismissive gesture.

Lacey Savage: That’s fine cupcake. I’m sure that there is someone in need of your special services elsewhere. Allow me to take the reins from here. Myself and my associates would like to make one thing perfectly clear: The FEUD is far from a dead entity in the EWC. Quite the contrary. After shedding close to three hundred pounds of the dead weight that has been dragging us down we are trim and ready for another round. I’d like to announce that Damage Incorporated stands ready to wade back into the tag team waters that they were so unceremoniously cast out of after the Brawl tag team tournament some months ago. My monsters plan to renew their interrupted efforts to liberate the tag titles from the tired, old, workhorses who are well past their time in the spotlight. It’s time for those boys and all their sorry ilk to limp off to the barn and let a new era begin for the tag team division.

I am also very pleased to re-introduce this dark and lovely beauty: The Last Temptation Dalilah Ashe. Dalilah has been wise enough to let go of her own former attachments to sign on to the growing list of talent under my tutelage and it is my pleasure to tell you all that I have arranged for her to take her unique in ring presence over to Prime where we will sharpen her skills and turn her into the deadly desire that she has always been destined to be.

As for our former associate. The Mercenary has been revealed for the fraud that he always was. For all his bluster and all his history, he has proven himself to be a has-been and a failure. In short, we no longer wish to waste any more of our precious time and attention on someone whose constant humiliation offers us nothing in the way of profit or gain. There was some rumblings about Mercenary wanting another shot at a tag team match against us at Uprising, but the thought of that is laughable to the point of being offensive. You see it’s a prospect so simple and obvious that even Chris Brock and the Paramount booking committee should be able to understand the missing variable in that equation. Mercenary has no allies to team with. He has no friends left. Not in the EWC, nor anywhere else in the world. In point of fact the ONLY thing in life that Mercenary has proven himself able to excel in is the pure art of pushing away anyone who might stand beside him in a fight. So why would we want to waste our time? How many times do people want to watch us beat this lost cause bloody? I mean really, you have to ask yourselves, when does it stop being entertaining and start being simply pathetic?

Kevin, darling, I implore you to read the writing on the wall. Just sound it out if you have trouble understanding the words. Even You must know when you’re beaten. You don’t want to leave this business in another puddle of blood at the feet of men who are right now inclined to show you more mercy than you deserve. Your time has come and gone Kevin. You should have never come back to try again in the first place. You never belonged here in the EWC. So again I beg you to take whatever pride you can scrape up and let your hard head process what the rest of the world can already figure out for themselves. You are a failed and broken man sweetheart. It’s time for you to stop swinging. It’s time for you to just give up and give in because you wore out your worth and your welcome in this business a long time ago. So please, do what any other wounded dog in the street would do in your situation: Drag your dead weight away into the dark of some back alley and die where no one can see the sad sight of you as you fade away into the meaningless abyss of your own decay. And as your flesh and bone turn to dust you will already be just another forgotten relic that nobody will even care enough to try to remember why it was that you even ever mattered in the first place. Crawl away Kevin. Don't be just another stain on the street. We feel our point has been made and we no longer have the need for a public execution.

Turning to Dalilah Lacey gestures with a sadistic smile.

Savage: I mean how many more people do you need to lose before you realize that you are completely and utterly alone?  Learn your lesson honey. Learn your lesson and accept your fate.

With a cruel smirk Lacey dropped the microphone. It hit the ground with a loud pop followed by the sound of static. As the foursome walk safely out of frame Lisa Godrush returns to awkwardly retrieve her stolen microphone.

Lisa Goldrush: Some very venomous words from a very poisonous woman. Is this indeed the last that we'll ever see of the EWC Outlaw in a Paramount ring? We'll just have to wait and see.  

Lisa holds her earpiece tight to her ear a moment as FEUD walks off screen. She nods her head, then looks back up to the camera. El Pablo walks into the frame. The Technicolour Tecnico's attire has been accented this evening by a black armband worn around his bicep, upon which we can just make out the letters "HRH.

Lisa Goldrush: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm joined at this time by El Pablo, who faces the newly-crowned X-Division Champion Killjoy Ito in non-title action here tonight. Pablo, before we get to your match, I've gotta say, I never pegged you as a royalist!

EP looks confused.

Lisa Goldrush: ...Your arm? I assume that's a tribute to His Royal Highness, The Prince Philip?

El Pablo: Who? Oh! No, this is for a dearly-missed little friend of mine named Hubert Reginald Harrison.

Lisa Goldrush: Oh! I'm sorry.

El Pablo: It's fine. Yeah, Hubert was a real character you know? A little 'nuts', if you'll pardon the pun…

Lisa Goldrush: What pun?

El Pablo: ...but he just loved hanging out in the park on a summer's day; climbing trees, digging holes, all the things that squirrels love to do, you know?

Lisa's concern - which had already given way to confusion - now switches again to a familiar sense of exasperation.

Lisa Goldrush: Oh for f-

El Pablo: Yes, Hubert may have been cut down in the prime of his young life, but I know he's looking down on me tonight, squatting atop his favorite celestial log and tucking into a big popcorn bowl of peanuts, just waiting for me to scurry into that ring and exact some rodent retribution on the idle eyewitnesses who let him be callously transformed into Fantastic Mr. Foodstuff!

Lisa Goldrush: Okay, so, let me get this straight: your motivation going into your match tonight...against the X-Division Champion...a man you've never beaten and a man who, at StrangleMania, beat your best friend Ace King to claim that very belt...is to avenge the death of a squirrel.

El Pablo: The murder.

Lisa Goldrush: Is it, though?

El Pablo: And yes - look, I know the stakes are high tonight...that the ramifications could be plenty and the significance...viscous.

Lisa Goldrush: Viscous?

El Pablo: But as a flag-bearing former member of the faction known as BIG NUTZ!, it's my obligation...nay, my duty...nay, my honour to try and make a big statement here tonight...to show the world that sometimes, in this business, you don't need to be the biggest dog or the coolest cat or the wileyest coyote...sometimes, you've just gotta be in the moment.

EP pulls a palmful of Skittles from his pocket and tosses them into his mouth.

El Pablo: Tonight, I'mma do everything I can to make this match my moment...and give this self-confessed fox a Super Sonic Taste of the Rainbow.

Viva La Rainbowlution.

With that, EP strides past Lisa and out of shot, leaving the reporter alone as the camera cuts.

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The hallway was bustling with noise as Candy is in her locker room stretching for her match with Darius. She stands straight up as she hears a knock on the door. A recent and familiar face was on the opposite end which left her a little surprised. M$J was on the other side of the door holding a basket of sweet goodies.

Marcu$ $t. John: Hey do you have a second? I wanted to talk to you briefly.

M$J looks behind Candy and sees Sadie Sharpe, Robbie Rayder, Gabrielle Visconty, and Carley California all in the room. He winks at them and hands Candy the basket.

Candy: Sure, I can spare a moment. Be right back in guys.

They step out into the hallway for a quick discussion.

Marcu$ $t. John: Sorry to bother you right before your match.

Candy: Oh, it’s no issue and thank you for the sweets. So, what’s going on?

Marcu$ $t. John: No problem the basket is from IT’SUGAR down in Miami. I see lot of crazy things are happening all over though so I hope your friend JFS turns back up. I find it ironic that as soon as he goes missing, Kuroiki pops up. Let me not waste your time though. I wanted to stop by and give you that basket and wish you luck against Darius tonight. He’s a cold-hearted son of a bitch, so break his leg out there.

Candy: Ummm, I’m pretty sure you mean break a leg out there and good luck to you tonight in your title match against David Miller.

Marcu$ $t. John: No, I said it right, break his leg. It’s what he deserves. I’ve wasted enough of your time though and thank you for the luck as well. I’ll catch you later.

Candy watches as M$J walks back down the hallway to get ready for his main event match as well before going back into her locker room to finish getting prepped and having discussions with everyone.

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SINGLES MATCH

Adrian Aquilla 

VS Wes Walker

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We return to ringside where Tim and Sid are standing by. 

Watson: Welcome back to Paramount Wrestling folks! We have a had an absolute crazy night already, and we still have so much more to come! Before the commercial we saw Roozilla and James Keaton beat each other bloody, and then Roozilla LITERALLY poured salt onto the burn wounds of Keaton in order to secure the victory. 

Sydney: Keaton has been taken to the local hospital for a medical evaluation we will keep you updated folks. Now though, its time for our next match. Isabella Starr, take it away! 

Starr: The following match is for one fall. Joining us first, from San Antonio, Texas , weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds ... LO DIVINO ADRIANA AQUILLA!

"Iron" by Within Temptation hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive as Adriana Aquilla makes her way down to the ring, she slaps hands with a couple of fans before rolling into the ring ready for her match.

Starr: And her opponent, from Montreal, QC, Canada, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds ... WES WALKER!

Pyros hit and "Perfection Through Silence" by Finch begins to play, Wes Walker comes from behind the curtain with the North American Title over his shoulder. He raises it up above his head with one hand and the crowd goes wild. He bows his head and takes in the cheers. Wes puts the title back over his shoulder and walks down the aisle into the ring. He and the title slide under the bottom rope in a quick motion. He passes the title off to the referee after raising it one more time in the middle of the ring.

DING DING DING

Walker and Aquilla stand across from each other as small chants for each are heard in the audience. In a rare moment of respect the two look to shake hands. Wes Walker hits a European uppercut on Addy knocking her backwards before the two can shake. She stumbles backwards but refuses to go down. Walker hits another uppercut and then grabs both of her legs bending as Addy drapes over his shoulders. Walker drops backwards dropping Aquilla onto her head. He turns grabbing her leg for a pin attempt but she rolls through with a small package on Walker.

ONE...





TWO...


Walker kicks out and slides out of the ring.

Air Addy!!!

She dives over the top rope landing on top of Wes Walker. She kips up onto her feet and hits a standing moonsault. She comes up to her feet and raises her hands outwards as the fans cheer her. Walker grabs her leg as she responds with an elbow to the back of his neck. He gets to his feet and drives his shoulder into her midsection until she hits the ring apron back first with a thud. A gush of air comes from her lungs as he then grabs her by the hair. He uses her hair to whip force her to roll back into the ring. He rolls into the ring after her and stalks towards her as she pushes herself backwards.


Watson: Wes Walker is looking much more aggressive than we have seen from him recently. His reunion with Mark Mania is already paying off it seems here 

Sydney: Don't discount Addy here though. That woman is holding her own against a former North American champion! 

Wes Walker connects with a spinning front kick to her head as she gets to her feet. She falls backwards with her arms draped over the middle ropes. Walker turns and runs the ropes as he lands on the back of her neck with one leg. He holds his weight on her back using the ropes to chock her.

The referee warns him as he begins his count.

ONE...



TWO...



THREE... 

Walker breaks the choke early as he grabs her by the back of her hair and pulls her backwards. He bends her backwards and drops her with a reverse DDT. He then climbs the ropes looking for his Walking Tall move. As he lands with both feet onto her chest he walks down her body adding insult to injury.

Addy rolls to her side as she holds her chest as she coughs and gasps for air. Walker grabs both of her legs and teases a stomp to her midsection. He hesitates as he looks out to the audience looking to see if the crowd want to see his stomp.Aquilla is able to kick her way free and get back to her feet. She delivers three quick kicks to Wes Walker. Knee, ribs, knee. Super kick! She drops to her knees as Wes Walker drops with the last kick. Holding her mid section the audience realizes the moment of adrenaline and fortitude in which she’s fighting.  She gets to her feet as she runs and springboards off the ropes. She delivers a signature Mexican Destroyer as Wes Walker attempts to stand.The crowd goes wild at the unexpected maneuver.

Watson: ADRIANA AQUILLA MAY HAVE JUST KNOCKED WES WALKER OUT! 

Sydney: What a move by Addy! She came out of nowhere with that Destroyer and Wes landed square on his head! 

Addy displays a sense of adulation at dropping Walker as she panders to the crowd. It’s a rare mid match mistake that she doesn’t often make. Wes Walker gains his senses in these few moments and as she turns back towards him he strikes. Irish Hammer!!! NO!!! Addy is able to reverse the double under hook with a back body drop. She turns to begin to kick him but he grabs her leg and pulls her using her momentum. Addy crashes through the ropes face first landing awkwardly outside of the ring.

Walker rolls out of the ring still unsteady. He meets a dazed Addy as the two begin to brawl. Exchanging lefts and rights back and forth as they both leave everything they have in these moments.

One...


Two...

Three...

Walker is able to get the upper hand as he blocks a punch and then slams her head onto the barricade.

Four...

Five...


Addy attempts a low blow but Walker is able to block her extremely rare dirty tactic.

Six...

Seven...

She’s able to fight her way back up to her feet as the two move closer to the ring apron.

Eight...

Irish Hammer!!! Walker hits his finish on Addy as he stumbles back towards the ring.

Nine...

Wes rolls  Addy intro the ring and quickly covers.


ONE...



TWO...


THREE!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall at 14:22 WES WALKER!

Walker raises to his knees and raises both arms into the air in victory. The referee grabs his wrist and acknowledges him for his hard fought victory. He then falls backwards onto his back as he continues to breath heavily.

The referee rolls out of the ring and checks on Addy, who has gone back to the outside already,  but she raises her thumb signifying that she’s okay. Physically shaken but mentally unbeaten she pushes herself to her feet. Her eyes meet Walker as he sits back up. The two smile as Walkers music still plays.

Watson: WOW! These two fought it out until the bitter end. Both Addy and Wes had some rare out of character moments showing just how bad they wanted this before the Uprising PPV.

Sydney: I think this could have went either way! I think we’ll see these two again at some point. Addy shows her grit against the former FSW Champ. Wes Walker shows why he’s one of the best on Paramount.

Watson: STAFF WILL SETUP WHAT COMES NEXT / MATCH OR SEGMENT

Camera cuts to ...

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The Roozy One is seen backstage after his match with James Keaton. He’s battered, bruised, and exhausted as he talks with his valet/girlfriend Jules Cassidy. She appears to be a bit concerned about her man but also a bit upset as well.

Jules: I can’t do that again. You can’t ask me to do that again.

She drops the bag of salt on the ground in front of him as a tear streaks down her cheek.

Roozilla: Jules, please, just calm down. You helped me. You had my back on a night that Badley couldn’t be here. You did the right thing.

She shakes her head side to side as a physical denial of agreement.

Jules: No, I didn’t do right. You didn’t do right.

They felt someone's prying eyes on them as they turn and look seeing Sara watching them. Sara's outfit is pure gold from head to toe. She walks over to Roozilla and looks right into his eyes. She wants him to see what's coming at him when she draws her hand back and slaps him hard across the face. The slap was so hard that it leaves a print of her hand on his cheek. Jules grabs the salt bag and throws a handful into Sara’s eyes.

Sara screams grabbing her face as The Roozy One smirks and begins to laugh. His laughter is broken up as Jason Hunter comes into the scene swinging his signature sledgehammer bearing his name. He catches Roozilla in the stomach sending him into a gasp as he tries to catch his breath. Jason looks over at Jules as she backs away dropping the bag of salt at her feet.

Jason drops his sledgehammer on the floor and cup’s Sara’s face trying to get her to calm down. Roozilla hits Jason from behind with a roll of electrical wire wrapping it around his face and shoving him over a crate. Roozilla looks down at the sledgehammer with a smirk before he notices from the corner of his eye that Diana was coming with Jun Yao and Chris. Roozilla grabs Jules realizing they are outnumbered as they scurry away.

Jason untangles the wire from around his head and hurries back over towards Sara. Diana picks up the bottle of water and hands it over to him as helps wash the salt from Sara's eyes.

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The camera cuts backstage outside The Love Club locker room, Lisa Goldrush knocks on the door with her camera crew behind her. After a few moments the door opens and she comes face to face with ‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love. He pauses for a moment but before he can say anything Lisa goes on the attack.

Goldrush: Earlier tonight we heard the exciting news from Chris Brock that the Main Event of Uprising XXI will be a Three Way Dance, Ace King v. Killjoy Ito v. Stitches for the Undisputed and X-Division Championship. This will be a Two Falls Match, the person that scores the first pinfall or submission will win the X-Division Championship, the Second Fall will be contested for the EWC Undisputed Championship, Buddy we knew Killjoy was the #1 Contender for the Undisputed Championship, due to him beating then Undisputed Champion Stitches at Paramount # 003 and Stitches is due a rematch, having defended the Undisputed Championship against Wes Walker at Paramount #001…

But Buddy reaches out and covers Lisa’s microphone with his hand to stop her from talking and smiles. Once she stops he cuts in.

Love: Lisa, all this is true, Killjoy and Stitches have both showed they earned their spots to challenge the Undisputed Champion Ace King at Uprising XXI and the only fair way to settle this is to make the match a Three Way Dance with Ace King…however…

Buddy opens the door further to show Killjoy holding the X-Division Championship

Love: I ask you, what has Ace King and Stitches done to deserve a shot at the X-Division?

Buddy shrugs

Love: Let’s be honest Lisa, neither deserve a X-Division Championship match…

Killjoy walks over and puts his hand on Buddy’s shoulder

Love: However…

Buddy looks back at Killjoy who nods

Love: We are grateful to be included in this match and welcome the challenge of Ace King and Stitches in our first championship defense during the First Fall of our Three Way Dance at Uprising XXI…happy now?

Killjoy nods at Buddy, who then looks back at Lisa

Love: We knew we would be asked to defend the X-Division Championship at Uprising so I guess this is the best of both worlds, it forces Ace and Stitches to wrestle twice that night along with Killjoy and it evens the playing field…

Goldrush: Many people have expected Killjoy to make this jump this season and challenge for the Undisputed Championship…

Love: Lisa, Killjoy challenged for the Undisputed Championship at Night of Champions in 2019 inside the Insanity Cage and yes, he came up short that night but look how much he’s grown since then, Uprising XXI and is ready to take the next step but…we can’t get ahead of ourselves, as excited as we are about this announcement tonight and the prospect of becoming a double champion at Uprising we have a pretty big match here tonight against El Pablo…

Goldrush: Who just so happens to be close friends with Ace King…

Buddy shakes his head

Love: He is so much more than that Lisa, El Pablo is a former Indy Champion here in the EWC but has been a multi-time champion everywhere he’s gone and I should know…I’m a El Pablo fan…

Buddy opens up his jacket to show a Taste The Rainbow El Pablo T-Shirt

Love: But this is a business and I can’t be a fan right…

Buddy’s voice goes up as if he’s asking a question but when nobody answers him he moves on

Love: I mean nobody would love it more if El Pablo would join The Love Club, I mean I remember him doing things that weren’t popular with the fans, #HeelPose, and I can be your new Ace…

Killjoy clears his throat as Buddy is getting off topic

Love: OK, kill a kid’s dream why don’t you, tonight sadly we have to send a message to Ace and Stitches through El Pablo, a message that Killjoy Ito is coming to Uprising XXI as the most dangerous man in the EWC, you saw what he was willing to do at StrangleMania and that’s NOTHING compared to what he will do to become the Undisputed Champion!!! El Pablo, I love you man but tonight you are in the wrong place at the wrong time…but seriously, think about it, Love Club 4 Life…

Buddy smiles and nods as Killjoy just shakes his head and turns and walks away

Love: I’m just joking, you know I’m all in with you Killjoy…our dad’s are friends and he was my favorite wrestler growing up but…come on

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SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH

El Pablo

VS Killjoy Ito

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We return to ringside where El Pablo and Killjoy Ito face off against each other.

Watson: Is it just me or was Buddy Love... Actually making sense?!

Sydney: Don't look at me, I was hoping to see Bunny in the locker room back there!

Watson: Annnnnd you made it weird again Sid...We are rolling right along here tonight folks and up next is a match that could absolutely steal the show here tonight!

Sydney: El Pablo and Killjoy are no strangers to each other, Tim. They've met on Prime before and now they are brining this to Paramount! This time though, Killjoy is not only the X-Division champion but also is going to challenge for the Undisputed championship at UPRISING! I cannot wait to see this one go down. 

Starr: The following match is for one fall. Joining us first, from Puebla City, Mexico, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds ... EL PABLO!

A cry of “VIVA LA RAINBOWLUTION!!!” leads to ‘Party Hard’ by Andrew WK hitting the sound system, as the stage and ringside area becomes bathed in flashing, flickering, brightly-coloured lighting. As the main hook hits, El Pablo bursts through the curtain, playing to the fans and chugging Skittles like a Steveweiser. He charges down the ramp and slides under the ropes into the ring, then runs up the turnbuckle and flings a fistful of Skittles into the adoring crowd. After offering a final salute, he hops back down to the canvas, performing a few final stretches as his music fades.

Starr: And his opponent, from Daly City, California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds ... KILLJOY ITO!

‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the stage and raises his arms into the air as the lights fade out. He jumps up and down as ‘Deeper Depper’ begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy Ito is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down. He swings around to face the ring as Buddy Love runs up and stands next to him. After a quick word the pair start to walk towards the ring, Buddy runs ahead and charges up the steps and holds open the ropes for Killjoy to step through. Killjoy walks to the center of the ring, extends his arms and tilts his head back to soak everything in.

DING DING DING

El Pablo comes out to the center of the ring first looking for a collar and elbow tie up. Killjoy meets him as the bigger man gets the early advantage. He forces Pablo into the corner of the ring and then brings a knee up into his Pablo’s midsection. The referee tells Killjoy that he must break the hold as Pablo reverses into a wrist lock. Killjoy responds with an elbow from his opposite arm but Pablo ducks the attempt. He then shoves Killjoy into the corner. This time the referee is on Pablo to release the hold. Instead he twists Killjoy’s arm as he spins, bringing both men to the center of the ring. Ito reaches between his legs and pulls Pablo’s leg out from under him causing him to release the hold and fall on the canvas. Pablo kicks Killjoy in the rear shoving him into the ropes. Pablo then rolls backwards head over heels coming up on his feet.

Killjoy uses the ropes to springboard into his signature Kushu but El Pablo again ducks a move. Ito lands hard on the canvas but comes back to his feet quickly meeting Pablo eye to eye. Killjoy doesn’t hesitate as he ranks the eyes of his opponent which is met with the referee disapproval. Ito raises his hands upwards as a physical understanding of the admonishment. Killjoy then rushes towards El Pablo looking for a clothesline but instead is sent across the ring with a hurricanrana. Pablo greets him with with vicious kicks as he comes back to his feet. Killjoy responds by dropping Pablo with a swinging neckbreaker.



Watsom: Oh this is what we all knew was coming Sid! These men do NOT like each other and they are showing the other exactly why in this high octane fight! 

Sydney: This is what Paramount is all about Tim! Two men in their prime, pardon the pun, putting on a display for the fans. It does not get more pure than this! 

Killjoy pulls Pablo to his feet as he then drops him with a falcon arrow. Ito grabs his leg for the pinning attempt.

ONE...



TWO...

Pablo kicks out but Killjoy is on top of him again with a headlock as both men stand to their feet. Ito then uses the turnbuckles to walk up and spin around dropping Pablo with a modified DDT. Killjoy gets to his feet and stands over his fallen foe. Killjoy then throws his arms up and outwards displaying his confidence.


Watson: Killjoy getting a little cocky here, that could be costly with a foe like El Pablo

Sydney: Indeed, the leader of the Rainbowlution may not take kindly to that. 

Killjoy bends to grab Pablo to pull him back to his feet but is caught with a rollup small package pin attempt.

ONE...


TWO...


THR-NO! Killjoy is narrowly able to kick out of the surprise pin. Pablo comes up to his feet as he springboards off the ropes with a Frankensteiner to Killjoy. Jumping to the top turnbuckles Pablo then hits a shooting star press.

Watson: Pablo is so dang fast Sid! He went from the mat to the top rope in less than 2 seconds! 

Sydney: Well when your high on sugar, anything is possible I guess. 

Pablo again goes for the pin attempt.

ONE...


TWO...

Killjoy gets his foot on the rope breaking the count. Pablo slams his elbow into Killjoy’s leg bringing it off the ropes and again covers him for the pin.

ONE...


TWO...



THR-Kickout!

Killjoy Ito rolls out of the ring to regain his composure. Pablo gets to his feet with his hands on his hips. Ito looking out towards the crowd turns back towards the ring as he sees Pablo looking for a dive. Ito moves out of the way and Pablo stops his momentum by hitting the top ropes and flipping backwards onto his feet. The audience applauds both men.

Watson: A bit of a Stalemate here now as both men have the other so well scouted

Sydney: This is what a true warrior does. They anticipate every outcome, every surprise, and the reactions in the moment are determines who is victorious! 

El Pablo runs and slides out of the ring feet first but Killjoy rolls back into the ring avoiding him. Ito then raises his hands daring Pablo to get back into the ring. Looking to the audience and then the ring Pablo shrugs and rolls into the ring. Killjoy catches him with a boot to the side of his head stopping his momentum.

Burakkuauto!!

Killjoy hits his signature brain buster suplex as he then runs the ropes looking for his Kettei-Da but El Pablo dodges the knee. Killjoy quickly spins around but is caught by Pablo.

Taste the Rainbow!!!

El Pablo goes for the pin.

ONE...


TWO...


THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall at 15:46.... EL Pablo!

The Masked Man raises to his feet as the referee raises his arm in victory. Buddy Love gets into the ring as he goes to Killjoy’s side. Pablo exits the ring as Buddy Love glares at him.

Watson:  Wow! What a victory for the The Technicolor Tecnico. Just like that, EP was able to turn the tide and end this one out of nowhere! What does this mean for EL Pablo? That’s something we’ll have to wait and see about. He just made himself a threat to the title reign of Killjoy.

Sydney: I thought Killjoy was going to pull this one out and he always has that victory in his back pocket. He came up short in a valiant effort here tonight but he’ll be in the winner column again real soon. He always has a way of coming back.

Watson: And now again we go to Lisa Goldrush who has caught up with The Mercenary to see how he will respond to the comments made earlier by the mouthpiece of Damage Incorporated Lacey Savage.



Sydney: She certainly is a piece Tim and she spared absolutely none of the sting when she whipped that dead horse with her words.

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The camera cuts to the back where Lisa Goldrush rushes to catch up with The Mercenary who is headed towards the door with his gear bag slung over his shoulder.

Lisa Goldrush: Excuse me. Michael. Mercenary. It seems like you’re in a hurry to leave. Does your haste have anything to do with the words of that witchy woman Lacey Savage? Are you walking away?

Mercenary turned slowly with a serious expression and set his gear bag on the ground by his boots.

Mercenary: First off Lisa, let me say that it’s nice to talk to you again and let me apologize for how you were treated earlier tonight by that plastic bitch who thinks that she has anything at all to say about when I call it a career. Let me assure you and everyone watching that I’m not going anywhere. Now it’s damn true that my year has started in a bad way. In a few short shows I went from havin' one helluva match at Wrestlefest with Robbie Rayder to spillin' most of the blood in my body all over that shiny new Paramount ring. I got my ass kicked so bad that I had to watch Stanglemania from my house instead of being a part of the show and that hurt more than the injuries did. Over and over again, I got beaten. I got betrayed. I lost my fake ass family and I lost my fake ass girl. I’ve got more knives in my back right now than Julius Freakin’ Caesar!

But Lacey told true about one thing: I seem to be fresh out of friends. Hell, I probably deserve to be where I am. It’s not like I’ve done all that much to win anyone over since I started here. I let the wrong people get into my head and I acted like a downright bastard.  I think it's safe to say that I've pissed off a whose who of the EWC.  The list of the people who probably get a chuckle outta seein' me catch a beatin' includes a bunch of Champions and former Champs, not to mention most of the fans themselves. But what can I say other than fair enough?  If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this life, it’s that saying sorry don’t do you a damn bit’a good and I don’t go beggin’ for any reason. I’ve been on my own for a long damn stretch of road and if I have to go on alone… well… solo ain't the lowest that I've ever been baby.

Do I want a match with Damage Inc at Uprising? Do I want a chance to redeem myself when all the cards are out and I can see what’s comin’ at me? You damn right I do? Will anyone have my back in a match like that? Probably not. But I’m still askin’... Hell, DEMANDING, that Chris Brock book the match.

Lisa Goldrush: So you’re asking for a handicap match, even though the odds are against you?

Mercenary: Hell Miss Rush, I was born with all the odds against me. It’s the story of my whole damn life. Do I want to go it alone again? Honestly? Not really. It gets kinda old gettin’ my head kicked in. I don’t know if you know this or not Lisa, but it’s crazy hard to get blood stains outta leather. If somebody wants in on this, I guess I wouldn’t turn the offer down. But it’s like I said, I’m not expecting any volunteers. It is what it is darlin’. Don’t ask for no quarter and don’t expect to get any back. Karma can be a bigger bitch than Lacey. I used to like to say that I’d get what I deserved one way or the other. At the time I meant that I’d be gettin’ some gold no matter what I had to do to get it. Now the words just mean what they mean. If somebody thinks that I deserve the backup, I guess the back up will arrive. But if it doesn’t, well, I’m too damn young to run away and I’m too damn old to be afraid of a fight. It might just end up being a public execution, but this dog don’t die easy and as long as I got breath and blood in this busted up body, I don’t have any plans to stop barking or biting til they put my ass to sleep.

Lisa, darlin’, It’s been a pleasure.

Picking up his bag Mercenary palms his way out the back door with a loud bang, headed for the bike parked out in the alley and the road the Uprising. Lisa Goldrush is left standing there, shocked and not knowing what to say. The fans cheer as the camera pans out and Wes Walker, fresh off his victory earlier in the night is now standing next to Lisa Goldrush.


Goldrush: Wes Walker, what a surprise. We didn't have an interview on the books tonight?!

Wes waits a moment before responding.

Walker: No we didn't Lisa, and I apologize  for barging in like this, but I was actually trying to get here before Merc left. 

Lisa looks dumbfounded. 

Goldrush: I think Mercenary has had enough thrown at him, he didn't need to be kicked while he was down.   

Walker: You misunderstand me Lisa. See, as much as there is no love lost between Mercenary and I... There is one thing that I have made clear time and time again since I came to EWC and this that will not put up with a bully. Mercenary was that bully when I first arrived on FSW, but he's not that guy anymore. He has tried to stand up and do what is right and for that Lisa... I applaud him.

Walker turns to the camera.


Walker: So Malice...Mayhem... You want a match at Uprising? You got one. Damage, Incorporated... Against The Mercenary... And Wes Walker. Be there Orlando boys. It's going to be one HELL of a match! 

Wes walks off camera as the scene fades...

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The camera cuts backstage inside the SaskTel Center where we find Paramount’s Lisa Goldrush standing by.

Goldrush: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time The EWC Tag Team Champions of the World Bobby Rose, Jimmy Lane…The Southern Express along with their MVP Bunny Love!!!

The camera pulls back to show Bunny standing between Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane, the EWC Tag Team Championships hanging on her shoulders.

Goldrush: Gentlemen, Miss Love, congratulations on your huge win over The Psych Ward in that Tornado Flaming Tables Match at StrangleMania and continuing your run as one of the greatest tag teams the EWC has seen in some time…

Rose: Thank you Lisa, we have been getting rave reviews for that match…

Lane: A match many are saying was one of the most violent tag team matches they have seen in the EWC…

Love: But it seems SOME didn’t appreciate the lengths we went to keep these…

Bunny raises her hands and slaps the gold facing of the tag team titles

Rose: Now we get it, someone like Alexander Samson gets it…

Lane: He understands that any win in this business is a good win…

Rose: He understands what it takes to not only win a championship but to defend a championship…

Love: Maybe not from personal experience but he’s been around long enough to see what others might go through…a lesson learned through osmosis if you will…

Bunny smiles as Bobby and Jimmy nod

Rose: It sounded Alexander understands what a win at StrangleMania means but the same can’t be said for his youngin Orion…

Lane: Now we understand, kids today aren’t impressed easily, especially when they’re in a foul mood from let’s say…losing on Night 1 of the BORT…

Rose: I mean we could have crapped gold at StrangleMania and Orion wouldn’t have been impressed because, like many kids today, when things don’t go their way they hate everything about life and that includes your EWC Tag Team Champions…

Lane: We weren’t ‘exciting’…

Rose: Didn’t use enough ‘teamwork’…

Lane: We weren’t ‘creative’…

Love: But you know what we were…WINNERS!!!! And clearly she wasn’t paying attention if she turned on that match expecting a good old fashion ‘wrassling’ match because that was a FIGHT!!! The Psych Ward tried to end us, this wasn’t about putting on a 5-Star classic, no…it was about burning the hell out of one of them!!!

Bobby and Jimmy nod in agreement

Rose: Don’t let the age on this one fool you, she’s old school…something Alexander prides himself on yet…

Lane: You question if we will take you lightly because ‘you’re not a traditional tag team’?

Bobby shakes his head and laughs

Rose: It’s like all they know about us is that we are the tag team champions, Alexander there is this thing called the internet…learn it, use it…all we’ve done I the EWC is face non-traditional tag teams…

Lane: There were the two self help guys turned wrestlers called The Lodge, two handymen turned wrestlers called The Bass Brothers…

Rose: Two brothers who could turn on each other at any second in Xavier and El Pablo, a clown and his former arch enemy in Stitches and Nevaeh…

Love: A team named after a disgusting and degrading sexual moved called The Donkey Punch, a team that was just disgusting in The Porter Company…

Rose: And if you think you are the first mix gender team well we point you to Lavender and Richard Garcia…

Lane: Jordan and Faith…

Love: Wes and Gabi…hell we just beat Phoenix and Stephanie…

Rose: And we’ve been in the ring with all ladies teams that would wrestle circles around you two in DSR Vol 2 and The Heavenly Treats…

Lane: You two aren’t anything special that we haven’t already seen and I get it, you both are hoping we are either over looking you or are just too banged up to go tonight but neither are the case…

Rose: Truth is we are motivated by what we saw at Rampage this week, we not only watched Orion lose to Jackson Knight Jr. that night but watches as Stephanie Matsuda beat the Undisputed Champion Ace King…

Lane: We watched Phoenix Winterborn beat Alex Carbajal and pick up 2 pts in the BORT…

Love: And we just beat them…their success makes us look even better!!!

Bobby and Jimmy nod

Rose: And we were watching Prime Sunday night and after all the talk about how best friends chemistry doesn’t stand up to tag team chemistry Jamie and Lorenzo beat you two…proving that it was just all talk, you two don’t understand the hornets’ nest that is the EWC Tag Team Division you’ve walked into here, these are the best of the best tag teams in wrestling and you forgot just how hungry a team like The Young Lions are…

Lane: Every night is a battle out there, we understand that and it’s why we don’t overlook a team…

Love: Our goals aren’t the same as your…

Rose: Right now you two are struggling to keep your heads above the water while we…

Lane: Are looking to re-write the history books here in the EWC…

Rose: We are not the same, you are not on our level…because if you were you wouldn’t have predicted that our ‘wild ride comes to a stop at Paramount #004’…

Lane: It’s been said so many times now it’s crazy…

Love: So tonight we will educate you both, we will show you the difference between the tag team champions of the EWC and whatever you are…

Rose: See because everyone wants to be the tag team champions but very few will ever know what these gold belts feel like…

Bobby and Jimmy high five as the trio walks off screen

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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
NON-TITLE MATCH

Texas Angels

VS  The Southern Express 

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Starr: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Tag Team Showcase!!! Introducing first! At a combined weight of 386 pounds…. Alexander Samson and Orion Wentworth… The TEXASSSSSS ANGLES!!!!

"Folsom Prison Blues" by Home Free blares over the sound system as Alexander Samson and Orion Wentworth make their way out onto the stage. They lift their arms into the air before marching down the ramp. They slide into the ring and pose on the turnbuckles while singing along with the song.

Starr: And their opponrnts….

The electric guitar kicks in to 'Stranglehold' by Ted Nugent 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, who is still in his grey walking boot and Jimmy Lane

Starr: Being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love, from Nashville, Tennessee, They are the EWC Tag Team Champions of the World...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, take off the titles and hands them to Bunny and head to opposite corners, Jimmy climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and Bobby stands in the corner as both men toss out bandannas to the crowd as Bunny stands in the middle of the ring holding up both tag team championship belts.

DING DING DING 

Bobby Rose and Alexander Samson start this one off as they meet in the center of the ring with a good old fashioned collar and elbow! Samson is quick to assert his power over Bobby as he backs him into a corner. Samson with a whip to the opposite corner, Bobby lands hard against the turnbuckles. Samson looks to charge in with a lariat but Bobby gets a foot up and connects with the midsection of Alexander. Bobby is quick to follow up by throwing Samson into their corner. Bobby tags Jimmy in and the both throw boots to Alexander Samson who is on his butt on the mat now. Bobby and Jimmy drag him to the center of the ring and up to his knees before they each grab a hand of their opponent, before they turn to each other, raise their free arm into the air, then turn and point to Samson before they each drive a knee into his face!

Watson: They call that In Your Face!!!

Sydney: More like “ break your face” jesus! I think Alexander Samson might be out there.

Jimmy quickly covers as Bobby retreats to the apron..


ONE…



TWO…


Th-KICKOUT!

Watson: Some big power there by Samson as he tosses Jimmy back into his own corner!

Samson crawls up to his hands and knees as he gets over to the corner and tag in Orion Wentworth.Wentworth jumps over the top rope and charges Jimmy, throwing her body at the bigger man with a running senton to a standing Jimmy Lane! Jimmy is rocked back a few steps as Orion kips up to her feet, charging again with a giant Lariat that puts Jimmy on the mat! Her adrenaline is pumping as she continues through Jimmy and nails Bobby witha strong right hand that sends Bobby to the floor! Orion turns and picks Jimmy up, sending him to the ropes. On the rebound, Orion hits a Lou Thez Press and follows it up with forearm after forearm right to the jaw of Jimny Lane! After about a dozen shots, Jimmy is able to power her off of him, but she ends up right into their own corner. Samson tags his partner in and charges in and goes for his devastating spear he calls Tampa Lightning, but Jimmy gets out of the way quickly. Samson is back on his feet quickly, but Jimmy is able to send him to ropes. Jimmy drops down and Samson steps over, hits the other ropes but instead of going back toward Jimmy he stops his momentum dead as Jimmy was looking for a shoulder tackle. Alexander uses this to knee Jimmy right in the face, doubling him over. Samson deadlifts Jimmy Lane and hits a massive sidewalk slam! Alexander tags in Orion, who immediately gets in the ring, picks Jimmy and hits a German Suplex! She quickly tags out as Samson waits for Jimmy Lane to get up then hits the spear! Belt of Alex! Samson with the cover…


ONE…


TWO…


THRE-BOBBY ROSE BREAKS IT UP!

Bobby Rose is back and saves his partner! He drags Jimmy back to the corner and tags himself in before he goes back after Alexander Samson, picks him up to his feet in the center of the ring and gets him into a piledriver position. From the outside, bobby comes off the ropes to spike him down!

Sydney: GOOD NIGHT SASKATOON!!

Jimmy covers as Bobby blocks Orion from breaking the pin…


ONE…


TWO…


THREE!!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: Here are your winners at 13:45.... THE SOUTHERNNNNN EXPRESS!!!!!!

Watson: THe Southern Express were in trouble there for a minute, but the hardened vets proved why they are on the most spectacular tag team title run in recent memory!

Sydney: I have to agree with you here Tim. They really are unstoppable right now.

Bunny, Bobby and Jimmy are celebrating in the ring as Xavier Ried, Samanthat Hamilton and Tommy Love are on the ramp now congratulating their Love Club stablemates as THe Express’ theme plays.

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The music is suddenly cut off as We see the X-Tron come to life with the face of Paramount Wrestling GM Chris Brock.

Brock: Southern Express!!! Congratulations on another impressive victory here tonight.

The camera cuts to the Express in the ring, who are applauding themselves on a job well done.

Brock: I just wanted to let you know that you have your next defense for those Tag Team championships lines up. You will be defending them at the Paramount Wrestling brand exclusive Pay-Per-View UPRISING!

The fans cheer as we cut back to the Express who are nodding the heads.

Brock: And your opponents… Are standing right in front of you!

Cut to the Express looking confused as hell, cut the Sam, Reid and Tommy looking around for who those opponents could be.

Brock: That’s right, It will be the Southern Express.. Facing The Xtreme Ravagers Xavier Reid and Samantha Hamilton at UPRISING!

The crowd goes wild at this.

Brock: I am looking forward to this one Nation!

Split screen shot now of both teams looking at each other, a bit of shock on both faces.

Watson: WHAT?! Talk about a bombshell match for UPRISING! We have a tag team championship match.

Sydney: Not just any match, this is an interstable match! The Love Club will be on full display here based on this match. Southern Express versus the Xtreme Ravagers!

Watson: We will be right back folks, DO NOT GO ANYWHERE.

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Moments after her visit from Maru$ $t. John, Candy is already digging in the basket of goodies as she returns to the rest of #3C.

Saidie: What’s his deal?

Candy: He wants me to break Darius’ leg.

Everyone gasps, except for Gabi, who giggles at the thought of it.

Candy: What? It’s not like I’m going to do it. I am going to eat these goodies before I go out to face him though.

She pulls the first one out.

Candy: But back to the discussion at hand. No one’s heard for Jordan?

She is looking around at her stablemates when Saidie speaks up, while wincing because of her ribs.

Saidie: Not one thing. Nothing. We've called, we've texted, we've tried his social media. The police tried to track his phone. They got nothing.

Candy frowns over at Carley and Saidie.

Candy: I know this has got to be hitting you guys the hardest. I’m sorry.

Carley, who had been sitting quietly next to Candy, finally speaks up.

Carley: I just don’t know how we deserve to be left in the dark like this. Why did he just disappear? I know I may be Jordan’s girlfriend, manager, whatever but I’m here for you guys still. I’m never going to stop looking for him, but I’m still here and I’m still part of the team. This doesn’t make sense to me, any of this, but I’m going to do whatever I can.

Candy: We’re glad to still have you with us under the circumstance.

As Candy covers Carley’s hand with one of her own, Gabi speaks.

Gabi Vee: I am rather enjoying the peace and quiet.

When all eyes go to her, she sighs.

Gabi Vee: GAH okay...so maybe I miss him a wee little bit.

Gabi holds her fingers a fraction apart.

Gabi Vee: None of you better tell him I said so!

Candy: If he’s watching, he already knows.

Gabi Vee: Damn.

As she begins to sulk, Robbie speaks.

Robbie: Despite Gabi’s best intentions to hide it, I know you’re all worried about Jordan. I don’t know where he went or when he’ll be back, but we’ll get to the bottom of it. Together.

Candy: That’s right, we will.

The Sweet Treat finishes off her goodie and stands to give him a kiss. Robbie heads out after her, his match being next

Candy: In the meantime, I’m off to make sure Darius doesn’t find the Golden Egg at my expense!

Once Candy leaves the locker room with everyone wishing her luck, Carley looks straight at the camera now.

Carley: And if it’s true, and you ARE watching this, when I find you … You better have a DAMN good reason.

We go back ringside.

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SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH

Jason Hunter

VS Robbie Rayder

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Starr: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall… Introducing first… From San Francisco, California weighing in at 170 pounds… JASSSSSSONNNNNNN… HHHHUUUUNNNNTERRRRRRR!!!

“Daechwita” byu August D comes over the speaker as Diana and Sara came out first as they stood on the stage with Jason with his back to the crowd and hood over his head. Sara slides the hood off his head as Diana walks ahead of them. Sara and Jason play to the fans a bit dancing to the music while Diana walked down the ramp. Diana holds the rope for them to get in while Sara and Jason get in-ring and she slides his jacket off him before leaving the ring with him glaring at the person warming up in the corner.

Starr: And his opponent.. From Alamo, California weighing in at 225 pounds… He is the EWC North American Champion… The “Dreadnought”.. RRRRRRRROOOBBBBIIIEEEEE RRRRRRRRAAAAYYYYYYYDERRRRR!!!!


“Fear” by Disturbed begins to blare as the lights go out in the arena then a fog covers the entrance. The lights slowly come up as Robbie Rayder, wearing long purple tights and black boots, walks out through the fog and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to his lips. Rayder taps the EWC North American Championship around his waist then looks out at the crowd as he walks half way down towards the ring then reaches the apron. He steps through the ropes then goes to the far side, He leans out through the middle and top ropes, playing to the crowd, looking down at the title around his waist.

Watson: Both men looking very locked in here tonight. Jason and Robbie of course, no strangers to each other. They met last year at FSW episode 100 which was Jason’s return to the Orange brand.

Sydney: That they did, Tim. It was a hell of a match and I expect nothing less than that here tonight.

DING DING DING

Both men run at each other looking to catch the other off guard. Robbie throws a lariat, but Jason ducks looking for a spear, which Robbie is able to stave off by keeping on his feet. This forces them both into the ropes, Robbie grabs the head and spins Jason around on the rebound landing a big DDT! Robbie pops up quickly and brings Jason to his feet, shooting him into the ropes, but on the rebound Jason hits the spear he was looking for originally. Jason with a quick cover..


ONE..


TWO - KICKOUT!


Robbie powers out at two and Jason gets over to the corner and to his feet quickly and brings Robbie back up. Jason shoots Robbie to the corner hard. Jason follows up with a splash, but Robbie rolls out of the way at the last second! Robbie is quick to plant his feet and hits a spin kick, then a super kick, then a sick kick all in one combination.

Watson: Pretty even early on, but that was Shock and Awe and that is a momentum changer!

Sydney: We shall see Tim. We shall see.


Jason crumples to the mat near the corner. Robbie takes this moment to step to the outside, then climb the ropes. He looks around at the fans for a moment before jumping and hitting the Aire Rayde V1(450 corkscrew plancha)! Robbie with the cover…


ONE…



TWO…


THRE- KICKOUT!


Jason kicks out of the pin, but barely. Robbie is in a bit of shock as he really thought he had it there. He slowly gets to his feet. He picks Jason up and puts him into position for the Star Destroyer (running sitout powerbomb) but on the first step, Jason is able to lift up and land a facebuster! The crowd is cheering like crazy now at the display being put on in front of them. Jason is on his knees as he looks at Robbie who had the wind knocked out of him. Jason Grabs Robbie by the head and they both slowly get to their feet. Jason throws a punch at Robbie that connects, Robbie responds in kind and they start trading blows! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten shots traded back and forth before Jason is able to knock the North American back enough for Jason to hit a kick to the midsection that doubles Rayder over. Jason uses the momentary lapse in action to pick Robbie up, turn, take three steps and then bring Rayder down onto Jason’s knees! Prince Stomp! Jason is slow to respond though, and Robbie isn’t moving. Jason finally rolls over and drapes an arm over the North American champion.


ONE…




TWO…



THRE- NO! KICKOUT!


Watson: ROBBIE RAYDER JUST KICKED OUT!

Sydney: These two are beating the absolute crap out of each other and I have no idea on God’s green Earth Robbie Rayder summoned the strength to kick out right there. Robbie is tapping into a gear that I don’t think ANYONE knew he possessed.

Jason is lying on the mat, eyes wide, almost glazed over, in disbelief. Robbie Rayder is laying on his stomach, huffing air in large chunks as if it is difficult for him to get a full lung. The ref starts his mandatory ten count


ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

Jason is stirring now, rolling to the ropes and using them for leverage to try to get to his feet.

FIVE…

SIX…

Robbie is moving now, slowly trying to get to a knee. Jason is almost up now.

SEVEN…

EIGHT…


Jason is too his feet, barely, and Robbie is trying to get to a knee. Jason uses the ropes to get some momentum and charge at Robbie, but Robbie from one knee jumps at the last moment to leap frog Jason Hunter. Robbie is able to come down with his legs over the shoulders of Jason, landing on his feet. Robbie deadlifts Jason up, runns, STAR DESTROYER (running sitout powerbomb). Robbie with the Cover..



ONE…




TWO…




THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: Here is your winner at 18:35…. RRRRRRROOOBBBIIEEEEEE RRRRRRRAAAAYYYYDDDERRRRRRR!!!!

Watson: My God, what a brutal matchup between Jason Hunter and Robbie Rayder. Robbie showed that he is absolutely locked in right now though. He has a matchup with Roozilla at UPRISING ahead of him and if what we say from both men tonight is any indication, we are in for a hell of a match!

Sydney: I may not like Robbie Rayder, but that loss to Ace King did nothing but motivate him it seems. He was brilliant at StrangleMania and he just put on a clinic here tonight as to why he is the EWC North American Champion.

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SINGLES MATCH

Darius

VS Candy

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Watson: So much has happened here tonight folks. We have our Main Event for the Paramount Wrestling brand exclusive Pay per View, UPRISING, we have our North American championship match set. We know who the Southern Express will be facing for the Tag team championships. The show is coming together very fast and we have two more great matches for you still. 

Sydney: This next one should be a real banger too. Darius, former International champion, Candy, former Indy, FSW, and Undisputed Champion. No love lost between these two and they've never even fought before! Let's get to it! 

Starr: Introducing first, from Albany, New York, weighing in at 265 lbs ... DARIUS!

"Burn It Down" blares throughout the arena as smoke billows from the stage. Darius comes marching out with bat and Elissa in hand, wasting no time as they storm down the ramp. Darius rolls into the ring and poses while trash talking the crowd.

Starr: Making her way to the ring from Candyland, please welcome...'The Sweet Treat'...CAAAAAANDYYYYYY!!

Just as "I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter starts to play throughout the arena, fans immediately start to cheer as Candy emerges from the back all smiles as she does a little dance at the top of the stage.

DING DING DING

Darius rushes at Candy with a blind rage, attempting to take her head off with a stiff clothesline, but she rolls out of the way just in time! Darius hits the ropes and rebounds with an attempted big boot, but Candy dips to the side and catches Darius with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head!

Darius stumbles back into the turnbuckle, leading to Candy springboarding from the ropes, grabbing Darius by the head, and plants him with a Tornado DDT! Candy lays over Darius and goes for a quick win!

ONE...

Darius suddenly thrusts his arms up, sending Candy flying a few feet away from him and to the mat!

Watson: The size and strength of Darius on display here, even after that hellacious DDT from The Sweet Treat. 

Sydney: Darius wants this victory here Tim. He came up short against Candy's husband at StrangleMania, he needs some momentum going into Uprising! 

Darius gets to his feet and lets out a primal yell, grabbing Candy by the hair and then repeatedly smashes her face into the canvas. He then grabs her by the hips from behind, lifts her with no effort, then slams her to the mat with a gutwrench powerbomb! Darius then puts his foot on her chest for the pin!

O- KICK OUT!

Darius looks down in shock at Candy, surprised by her resilience. He backs himself into a corner, crouches down, and stalks Candy as she gets to her feet. As soon as she stands, Darius rushes forward and lunges with a spear, but Candy does a split, making Darius fly over her and crash into the opposite turnbuckle!

Candy then runs up behind Darius, grabs his head, runs up the turnbuckle and brings him down to the mat with the Candy Crusher! Candy tries to pull Darius from the ropes, but he slides out of the ring! Candy exits the ring on the opposite side, walks to the opposite side while high fiving some fans, then reaches Darius as he is leaning over the barricade. Candy spins him around … and starts to bounce his face off the barricade, then drags him back to the ring, but Darius manages to side step Candy and tosses her into the steps!

Darius looks down at her in a blind rage, then reaches over into the timekeeper’s booth, grabs a chair, then stalks Candy with the chair in his hands. The referee leans over the ropes, telling Darius to drop the chair, but Darius ignores the orders as he swings the chair down, slamming it against Candy’s spine!

DING DING DING

Starr: Here is your winner via disqualification … CANDY!

Watson: What is Darius thinking here?! He KNEW he would get DQ'd for using the chair?! 

Sydney: I don't think he cared. Candy had his number here tonight and instead of taking the loss, he took the only way out he knows: Violence. 

Darius chuckles at Candy as she looks on with confusion. He grabs the chair he used against Candy and turns his attention to the announcers desk. He makes his way over, plants the chair next to Watson, pats him on the shoulder, then takes a seat, waiting for the main event to begin.


Watson: It appears Darius will be with us for the Main Event... It’s been quite a night here in Saskatoon as the PARAMOUNT Superstars have really been showing out on the road to Uprising, and-



At that moment, Watson puts a finger to his earpiece, nodding along with whatever he’s hearing, though he looks surprised.



Watson: Folks, I’ve just been told our cameras have picked up on Undisputed Champion Ace King being backstage right now, so let’s see if we can confirm.



Sydney: Do we have to?



Watson: Yes.

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Watson and Sydney keep bickering as their mics are lowered, with the feed cutting backstage to Ace King, his face devoid of expression as he stands in front of a set of crates with the Undisputed Championship over his shoulder.

Ace King: Three men… Two championships… At least one broken person at night’s end.

Ace slowly looks down at the championship resting on his shoulder before turning his focus back down the barrel of the camera.

Ace King: It would be easy for me to suggest Chris Brock just wants to stack the odds against me to get the Undisputed Championship back to PARAMOUNT, but not only did it not work out at StrangleMania, but even further, he's an honest man, and I know he’s not one to do business like that. So, here we are, and it’s my chance to continue on the path to making things right with myself.

The Undisputed Champion’s eyes don’t move, though his upper lip begins to twitch.

Ace King: I’m sure that sounds rich given how things went for me a few nights ago, and I know Killjoy and Stitches are basically vultures seeing me as their prey… but here’s the thing: I’ve never been more motivated for a single match than I am for this one. I’m sure Gabi will hear this and assume I’m looking past her on Monday, but nobody can understand until they’ve been in this position, until they’ve been in my shoes… This match is about proving I’m capable of being the one to lead EWC forward, whether it’s as the Undisputed Champion, the X-Division Champion, or both.

The intensity rages on in Ace’s eyes before he finally breaks away to close his eyes momentarily, lowering his head in the process.

Ace King: I know full well that I’ll be walking into hostile territory in Orlando, but in case it wasn’t made clear at StrangleMania, I’ll spell it out here again…

Ace’s nostrils flare as he aggressively hoists the Undisputed Championship into the air, his eyes now wide open and veins bulging from his neck.

Ace King: I’M. NOT. GOING. TO. STOP. I didn’t spend the better part of 2 years picking myself back up just to fall back down again at the first opportunity, and I SURE AS HELL didn’t spend the last year trying to make the X-Division a coveted championship for people of ALL EWC brands to pursue just to see it go to shit by association. I am a fighter, I am relentless, and at Uprising, I’m going to show exactly why I’m worthy of being called the best in EWC. Bet On It.

Ace’s stare remains intense as the camera stays on him for a few extra seconds before the feed goes back to ringside.

Watson: Well, ladies and gentlemen, earlier in the night, PARAMOUNT General Manager Chris Brock delivered a stunning announcement regarding the main event of Uprising XXI, as the X-Division Championship AND the Undisputed EWC Championship will be up for grabs as Ace King, Killjoy Ito and Stitches will square off in a Three-Way Dance!

Sydney: We need to get the Undisputed EWC Championship out of that old prick’s hands and back here again.

Watson: Well all I know is we the viewers are in for a treat at UPRISING! We will be right back for our main event... Don't go anywhere folks! 

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SINGLES MATCH
FOR THE CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Marcu$ $t. John

VS David Miller

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Watson: Welcome back to ringside, folks, where we’re setting up for one hell of an anticipated rematch, as Marcu$ $t. John looks to make the most of his second shot at David Miller and the CW Broadcast Championship! St. John has been a thorn in Miller’s side since the inaugural match, and Miller, surprisingly, has been very vocal about his respect.

Sydney: Respect isn’t a word you hear too often when talking about the CW Champion, but Marcus seems to have gotten on his good side, somehow. That said, Marcus will need eyes in the back of his head since Miller won’t be the only problem out here. As we saw earlier, Darius has decided to post up and grab himself a front row seat for this.

The camera shifts to show Darius seated alongside the table, though without headphones. Instead, he stares at the stage, the pent-up energy causing his leg to bounce fervently. Beside him, Elissa says something in his ear, probably to try and calm him down, but the man just shakes his head and continues to stare a hole through the stage curtains.

Starr: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to your main event of the evening! The following match is scheduled for one fall to a finish and is for the CW Broadcast Championship!

"Fast Lane" blasts through the arena by Bad Meets Evil. A Maybach drives up through the entrance ramp. A chauffeur gets out of the vehicle and opens the back door. Marcus St. John gets out on the entrance stage and money starts falling from the sky with his face on 100-dollar bills as green laser lights illuminate the arena. As the money shower stops, Marcus walks down the ramp with a smug look on his face.

Starr: Introducing first, the challenger, now making his way to the ring by way of Silicon Valley, California. Weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds, he is The Young Mogul … MARCUS … SAAAAAAAAAAAINT JOOOOOOHN!

He stops right before he gets to the ring and basks in the boos that he is getting from the crowd and waves his hands around as to tell them to keep it going and get louder. Taking a second, he stares at Darius, who just wiggles his fingers hello. Marcus mouths something, then jumps up on the apron and wipes his feet before he enters the ring and poses in the middle of the ring as a light shines a hundred-dollar bill in the center of the ring with his face on it.

Watson: Darius already looking to play mind games with the challenger. He’s been stalking St. John, along with one of our newer stars, Adriana Aquilla, since the season premiere, where he assaulted Marcus following the original match with Miller. The three of them have traded receipts since then, and even Miller has made his position clear.

Sydney: Miller told Darius straight up to stay out of his business when it came to what happens in that ring. If what we’re seeing right now is any indication, Darius might end up having another reason to keep watch over his shoulder.

The lights of the SaskTel Center fall low without warning. Seconds pass in silence, before a single tone bleeds through the speakers, leading into a hard, pounding cadence that echoes throughout the arena. Black and white video-clips begin to play in time with the beat, showing Miller shadow boxing in an empty ring, competing in past matches, or glaring into the camera from various angles. As the music reaches a raucous crescendo, becoming the metal chords of Damnation Plan's “Judgement Day,” the lights return in violent, pulsating strobes, driving the crowd into a frenzy as video clips of Miller play in a smash cut montage on the X-Tron. David Miller marches out from behind the curtain with head bowed, and fists clenched, the CW Broadcast Championship strapped around his waist. Coming to a stop at the center of the stage, he lifts his head and stares down at the ring with an intense, singular focus. Giving a sudden twist to pop the bones in his neck, he starts down the ramp at a methodical pace.

Starr: And his opponent, now making his way to the ring, hailing from Long Beach, California. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds. He is the current, reigning, and defending CW Broadcast Champion ... DAVID … MIIIIILLEEEEER!

Reaching the floor, Miller stalks the inside of the guardrail and slowly circles around to the ring steps, pausing and locking eyes with Darius, who refrains from antagonizing the champ, simply clapping and nodding his head instead.

Sydney: Darius again with mind games. No reaction from Miller, but one look will tell you he ain’t happy to see him.

Cautiously, Miller turns his back and marches up the steps to the apron and ducks between the ropes, immediately crossing to the far corner and pulling himself up onto the second rope, staring down into the ravenous fans below. Instead of reaching for his hood, Miller slowly unstraps the title and raises it overhead one inch at a time, a cold smile forming beneath his hood before he roars out into the crowd and pounds his free hand against his chest. Stepping down to the canvas, he turns and folds the strap beneath the plate before handing it to the official. Reaching back, he peels off his jacket and casts it aside, locking Marcus with a hard stare, and a slow nod of respect.

Watson: We've been waiting all night for this one. David Miller, M$J, the CW Broadcast Championship. Let's go! 

Sydney: FEED ME THE BRUTALITY TIM! 

DING DING DING

Both men immediately step to the center of the ring, with Marcus showing no fear, already mouthing off to Miller, who simply stares back in silence. Nose to nose, neither man budges, until Marcus shoves the champ back with both hands. Rocking back on his heel, Miller answers with one of his own, sending Marcus staggering back a few steps.

Watson: A test of strength like that is just going to piss the champion off! 

Sydney: Marcu$ is telling Miller "I am not afraid of you" right now. 

Recovering from the back-peddle, Marcus steps back in without hesitation, and immediately slaps Miller across the face! Before the crowd can even react, Miller answers with a stiff left straight to the jaw, then a knee to the gut, and a clubbing forearm to the back, forcing Marcus back into the corner under a barrage of blows. Standing Marcus up, Miller slams a forearm into the side of his jaw, then grabs hold of the top rope to stomp away at him. Mercer is quick to step in and pull Miller away, issuing a quick warning about holding the ropes. Meanwhile, Marcus rushes out of the corner and drives an elbow into the back of Miller’s head. Staggering forward, Miller turns and glares at Marcus, before lunging in with another stiff punch, but Marcus ducks underneath and hits the ropes, bouncing off with some momentum, only to be met with a big shoulder block from Miller that sends him down. Marcus kips back up to his feet and lands a hard punch of his own! He then blatantly chops the champion, earning an “ooooh” from the crowd.

Sydney: M$J is dialed IN tonight folks. He is focussed, he is not letting Miller take him off his game. he is giving right back everything that David Miller is dishing out! 

Glancing down at his chest, Miller flicks his eyes back up to Marcu$, and immediately tries for a chop of his own, but Marcu$ ducks, coming back up with another chop! He beckons Miller in and chops him a third time! Irritation flashes in Miller’s eyes as he lashes out, but Marcu$ rolls under and then handsprings backward, trapping Miller’s head with his feet. Before the Young Mogul can do anything, Miller brings his knee up hard into his gut, then stomps down on one of Marcu$’ hands, causing him to drop stomach-first to the canvas. As Marcu$ pops up to his knees, Miller reels back and slices a chop across his chest, causing Marcus to seize up and collapse backwards, teeth clenched in agony.

Watson: He may have just collapsed a lung with that chop. Dear Lord! 

Rolling to the ropes, Marcus uses them to pull himself up, while Darius calls to him from the outside, clutching at his chest with an exaggerated expression. Marcus mouths something to him, then turns back to Miller, who charges to attack, but Marcus catches him with a boot to the face. Miller recoils, but immediately tries again, only this time, Marcu$ drops and pulls the rope down, sending Miller tumbling out onto the apron. As Miller pulls himself to his feet, Marcu$ runs to the corner and springs onto the second rope, coming off with a triangle dropkick that knocks Miller all the way to the floor. Pushing to his feet, Marcu$ bounces off the far ropes and tries for a suicide dive, but Miller sidesteps, leaving him to crash headfirst into the guardrail! Miller pulls himself up with the apron, then drags Marcus to his feet as well, before shoulder ramming him back into the apron. Arching in pain, Marcus reaches for his back, but Miller doubles him over and hauls him up for a snap powerbomb, dropping him onto the aprons edge.

Sydney: Referee Matt Mercer letting these two go a little bit here tonight. This match is a big one, Mercer is just letting them fight it out. 

Watson: The way it should be Tim! These two need to tear each other apart. forget about a 10 count or using the environment for the advantage. They just want to FIGHT. 

Miller rolls under the ropes, and pushes to a knee, staring down at Marcus who rolls on the ground on pain. Rising from his chair, Darius moves to the corner and calls Marcus’ name, taking a few steps closer and crouching down, always just out of arm’s reach, but close enough to be heard. Mercer calls to him from the ropes, but he ignores the official. The fans liven up with a few scattered cheers as Miller suddenly slides out of the ring, and stands between Darius and Marcus, quickly earning the former’s attention. Rising slowly, Darius just smiles, giving an innocent shrug and mouthing how he was “cheering him on”, before slowly backing away.

Watson: Shades of their first encounter, Darius proving to be a distraction again here tonight. 

Turning, Miller grabs Marcus and rolls him back into the ring, sliding in after and pulling him up to his feet, only to drop him with a short-arm clothesline. Marcus rolls to the corner and pulls himself up. Miller revs up to charge in, but Marcus suddenly grabs Mercer and pulls him in between them! Miller hits the brakes as Marcus shoves the official towards him. Miller pushes the man aside, but as he turns around, Marcus picks up Miller’s hoodie and throws it over his head, then nails a basement dropkick to the knee! As Miller struggles to get up, Marcus grabs an arm and props his boot against Miller’s jaw, falling back with an Eat Defeat! He quickly rolls the champ over and hooks a leg!

ONE!

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TWO-NO!

Miller shoves him off and rolls to his side, clearly dazed. Back-rolling to his feet, Marcus hops over Miller and onto the second rope, spring-boarding back into a moonsault! Popping to his feet, he backs up and waits for Miller to roll to a knee, before rushing in with a single-leg dropkick, laying the man flat once again. Marcus sits up, gasping for air.

Sydney: Marcu$ $t. John poised to take over now after that exchange! 

Both men start getting to their feet, but Marcus is the fresher of the two. He immediately stomps at Miller’s knee, then does it again, then adds in leg kicks to his thigh, looking to break the man’s vertical base. Backing up, he aims a low dropkick for the leg, but Miller slaps him aside and grabs hold, but Marcus pushes back to gain distance, before driving a superkick into the knee, dropping Miller face-first to the mat. Before he can recover, Marcus hits a Money Stomp on the back of shoulders. Stepping on the back of Miller’s knee, Marcus grabs hold of his ankle and falls back with a stump puller, snapping at the joint. Miller screams in agony and rolls away, clutching at his leg, as Marcus quickly rolls back to his feet. He turns to see Miller on one knee, eyes blazing. Marcus steps in with a hard right, then a second, but Miller tanks both, and slowly pushes back to a stand. Grabbing hold, he pistons a hard left into Marcus’ jaw, sending him back into the ropes, but as he rebounds, Marcus ducks low with a chop block, and again cuts his leg out from under him. As Miller tries to push himself up, Marcus moves to the side and hits a standing moonsault!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THR-NO!

Miller just manages to kick loose, but Marcus is already pulling him up, looking for the Bankrupt!

Watson: Miller won't be put away easily tonight, but Marcu$ $t. John is relentless with the offense here!

Sydney:  Miller is about to go Bankrupt folks! 

Marcus tries to haul Miller off his feet, but the champ wraps his ankle around the Young Mogul’s. Marcus tries again, straining to simply overpower Miller, but the champ breaks free and brings an elbow straight down into the back of his neck. Then does it a second time. Hooking Marcus up, he tries to snap him over with a vertical suplex, but Marcus lands on his feet. As Miller turns, he eats a spinning heel kick that sends him to the corner. Back on his feet, Marcus rushes in with a corner clothesline, then a back elbow for added measure. Looking over Miller’s shoulder, he sees Darius in his chair, but refocuses and tries to whip Miller across to the far side. Miller reverses and hurls Marcus into the corner, instead, then rushes in to repay the favor. Marcus kips up for a mule kick, but Miller catches his feet, only for Marcus to wrench one loose and boot him in the face, then hit an enzuigiri as Miller back-peddles. Lunging into a forward roll, Marcus comes up with a shotgun dropkick that launches Miller back into the corner, but the champ uses the recoil to come rushing out with a violent knee lift! Marcus lurches up to his feet, lip split and bloodied from the impact, and slumps back into the corner. Miller charges in, but Marcus catches him with a drop toe hold, sending him face-first into the buckle. Dazed, but back on his feet, Marcus rushes the ropes and swings into a tiger feint kick, knocking Miller back to the center of the ring. Marcus measures the champ and tries to follow up with a springboard forearm, but Miller catches him in midair and immediately twists around into a snap scoop powerslam!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THRE -NO!

Mercer slaps Miller on the shoulder and points out Marcus’ foot on the bottom rope!

Watson: WHAT AWARENESS by the Young Mogul!

Sydney: That is a veteran move right there. Knowing where you are at, at all times is CRUCIAL to long term success in this business. 

Standing just outside the ring, Darius nods his head in seeming approval, as he applauds Marcus’ escape. Noticing him, Miller pushes to a knee and stares the man down, only for Darius to raise his hands, continuing to plead his innocence in anything. Taking the open, Marcus rolls out to the apron, saving himself for the moment. As he pulls himself up, however, Miller catches him with a pinpoint dropkick, sending Marcus flying down to the floor. Rolling out after him, he stares at Darius, who backs up, but crouches down to get on eye-level with Marcus as he tries to pull himself up with the apron. Darius calls out a few words of ‘encouragement’, but backs up again when Miller spins Marcus around, and lights him up with a chop. Seizing up, Marcus staggers away, but Miller follows, nailing him with a second one against the guardrail. Grabbing him by the head, Miller throws Marcus against the ring post, going for a third, but Marcus moves away! The impact of Miller’s hand against the steel echoes through the arena!

Sydney: three was NOT the magic number for that. Darius is jabbering away and Marcu$ $t. John is using it for motivation

Watson: I think we need to see if Miller knows what decade it is. that had to hurt! 

As Miller doubles over clutching his hand, Darius is quick to break out laughing, shaking out his own as if sympathizing with the champ’s pain. Marcus rolls into the ring during the distraction and bounces off the far side to build up some momentum before launching over the ropes with a flipping senton, driving Miller down to the floor. Running on pure adrenaline, he pulls Miller to his feet and throws him back into the ring. Ignoring Darius, he pops onto the apron and measures Miller up, before hitting a springboard dropkick. Quick to his feet, he rushes to the ropes and follows up with a springboard 450, but immediately rolls away clutching his raw chest. Mercer stands between both men, ready to issue a count if need be, but Marcus is using the ropes to pull himself up, but Miller does the same in the corner.

Watson: Neither man is giving up. Neither man can stand, but by God both men are back to their feet somehow!

Marcus sees Miller in the corner and rushes in with a yakuza kick, but Miller sidesteps and leaves Marcus to get caught up on the rope. Moving behind, he tries to lock in the None-Percenter, but Marcus ducks low between the ropes, smashing Miller’s face into the top buckle and breaking the hold. As the champ staggers back, Marcus turns and launches into a meteora, driving Miller down to the mat. Pulling him up, Marcus drags Miller onto his shoulders, looking for the Death Valley Driver, but Miller is able to land a few weak elbows to the side of his head, and drop back down to the mat. Marcus tries to turn, but Miller grabs him from behind and drops him with a Hard Goodbye!

Watson: THE HARD GOODBYE OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

Lying on his back, Miller sucks in what breath he can, before slowly crawling backward to drape an arm over Marcus.

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE-NO!?!

Marcus lurches loose!

Sydney: That a boy Marcu$! This match has been so good Tim. I really could not tell you who will win. It's all about who wants it more right now.

Watson: All I know is the fans definitely want some more! 

Even Darius seems in disbelief, as he stares at the near-lifeless form of Marcus. Glancing to Elissa, the two share a look, before Darius begins to pace along the apron. In the ring, Miller has sat up, heaving, sweat dripping from his forehead, as he turns to stare at Marcus, then through the ropes to Darius. Getting to his feet, he reaches down and hauls Marcus to the center of the ring, dragging him up to his feet and cinching in the None-Percenter as tightly as possible, locking his fingers behind the man’s head and immediately forcing his chin down into his chest, maximizing the pressure on the neck. Marcus flails his arms, struggling to break free, but Miller plants his feet and keeps them in the center of the ring, far from the ropes. Mercer steps in to ask for the submission, but Marcus just grabs hold of his shirt, struggling with the official. At the same time, he swings a leg up backward, catching Miller with an unseen low blow. Miller doesn’t break the hold, but his knees buckle for a second, until he utters a guttural roar, and cranks down on the hold even more, threatening to outright snap Marcus’ neck! Marcus screams in absolute pain, and finally nods to the best of his abilities, prompting Mercer to turn and signal for the bell

DING! DING! DING!

Watson: MILLER HAS DONE IT AGAIN! David Miller continuing to show that he is willing to do whatever it takes to represent Paramount Wrestling!

Starr: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, via submission at 19:39... AND STIIIIILL … CW BROADCAST CHAMPION … DAVID … MIIIIILLEEEEER!

Breaking the hold, Miller staggers back against the ropes, holding himself up with one hand, while reaching out to take the championship belt from Mercer with the other, barely having the strength to drape it over his shoulder. His eyes flick to Darius for a moment, but move back to Marcus, who sits up cradling the back of his neck. Both men stare each other down, before Miller just nods his respects once again, and drops to the mat, slowly rolling out of the ring and painfully making his way back up the ramp.

Sydney: Miller showing some respect to the Mogul. M$J will be a champion here on Paramount Tim. Mark my words. He came within inches of that tonight. Neither man here should be disappointed in their performance. 

Watson: Agreed Sid. 

As soon as Miller exits the ring, Darius leaps from the announcer's desk, slides into the ring, and lunges onto Marcus, raining a barrage of stiff fists down onto his head repeatedly! Darius then picks Marcus up by the head, drags him to a corner, and then throws him into the turnbuckle. Marcus turns to face Darius but is greeted by a Big Boot, followed up by the Gray Matter impaler DDT! Darius reaches over the rope as Elissa hands a microphone up to him, and then he gets down to the mat, getting into Marcus' face.

Darius: I've had ENOUGH! We've had our back and forth, but it's time for me to move on ... but not until I END YOU!

Darius suddenly hits Marcus in the head with the microphone a couple of times, then grabs him by the back of the head, pulling his face closer to his own.

Darius: You and I ... We finish this at Uprising. I am going to put ... you ... DOWN!

Darius then headbutts Marcus and slams his head back down to the mat. Darius gets back to his feet, looks down at Marcus, and spits in his direction before raising devil horns to the sky.

Watson: Good God! Darius has lost his damned mind... Folks, we are totally out of time. So for Sid Sydney, I am Tim Watson saying goodnight and we'll see you for an UPRISING in two weeks time.

The camera fades on the image of Darius standing over Marcu$ $t. John, Devil horns in the air.

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Stitches & PARAMOUNT
PARAMOUNT
Roozilla
Xavier Reid   & Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
Adriana "Addy" Aquilla & James Keaton/Jocelyn Gage
DAMAGE INCORPORATED
EPFTW!
Marcu$ $t. John & _SC_
Roozilla & Jason Anderson The Boss

Ibuki Ito
MERCENARY & Wes Walker
TheSouthernExpress
PARAMOUNT
_SC_ & Saidie Sharpe & Gabrielle Visconty & Robbie Rayder
Darius
Ace King
Darius

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Roozilla

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Roozilla  & James Keaton/Jocelyn Gage

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Roozilla

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Roozilla

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: PARAMOUNT

MATCH SIX
WRITER: PARAMOUNT

MATCH SEVEN
WRITER: Darius

MATCH SEVEN| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: David Miller

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RECAP OF WINNERS

SINGLES MATCH
Gabriel Ohio Vs Jake Lumas
WINNER: Jake Lumas
...

SINGLES MATCH
WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDERS TO THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE
James Keaton Vs Roozilla
WINNER: And NEW #1 Contender to the North American Title: Roozilla!

...

SINGLES MATCH
Adriana Aquilla Vs Wes Walker
WINNER: Wes Walker 

...

SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH
El Pablo Vs Killjoy Ito
WINNER: El Pablo

...

TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
NON-TITLE MATCH
Texas Angels Vs The Southern Express
WINNERS: The Southern Express

...

SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH
Jason Hunter Vs Robbie Rayder
WINNER: Robbie Rayder

...

SINGLES MATCH
Darius Vs Candy
WINNER: Candy

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SINGLES MATCH
FOP THE CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Marcu$ $t. John Vs David Miller
WINNER: and STILL CW Broadcast Champion: David Miller

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: TheSouthernExpress  David Miller   & EPFTW!
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Marcu$ $t. John vs David Miller

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