PARAMOUNT WRESTLING #005 ALLENTOWN

[PARAMOUNT]

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents

** Uprising Fallout **

EPISODE #05

MAY 12TH, 2021

LIVE! from the PPL Center - Allentown, Pennsylvania 

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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 PPL Center over downtown Allentown, PA!











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

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

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

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

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

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

On the 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 StangleMania XVIII of Wes Walker winning the FSW championship before fading into a shot of Robbie Rayder standing tall over Mercenary after after their epic match at WrestleFest XVIII, 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 PPL Center with them here tonight. The Paramount Wrestling fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:

"WHERE IS JFS?!"

"PLEASE DON'T GO MERCENARY!!"

"DAVID MILLER FEARS NO ONE!"

"ROBBIE RAYDER: THE PINNACLE OF PARAMOUNT!"

"VICTOR PRICE IS A LITTLE BITCH!"

"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: WELCOME TO THE QUEEN CITY! Ladies and Gentlemen we are high above the PPL Center in Allentown, Pennsylvania and we are LIVE! Bringing you the 5th episode of Paramount Wrestling! I am Tim Watson, and with me as always is my partner Cid Sydney! 

Sydney: We are here in the third largest city in the Keystone state, and Allentown is home to the AHL Lehigh Valley Phantoms, so don't be suprised if you see that stupid looking Pladottle MelVin running around, or that abomination Gritty. Since the Flyers season is over, I hear he is bored and hanging around Allentown. 

Watson: Not a fan of Sports Mascots, are we Cid? 

Sydney: I cant stand Philly sports mascots.. they are all creepy as hell. 

Watson: ANYWAY.. We have an action packed night for you all tonight as the fallout from Uprising XXI begins! Jake Caxide, fresh off his Gambit debut will be taking on Adriana Aqulla in an exciting bout, Omek will test his might against Mercenary and Isabella in Triple Threat action. Roozilla, fresh off a loss at Uprising faces Killjoy Ito, who has to bee feeling down right now folks as he not only lost his bid for the Undisputed championship but was pinned in BOTH falls of the that big main event at Uprising, losing the X-division championship as well. 

Sydney: Absolutely Tim! Killjoy lost that title to the Carnival Clown, Stitches, who will be in non-title action against El Pablo, who is on such a roll right now! He could have his sights once again set on a title that Stiches holds. We also have Wes Walker, Jake Lumas and Kames Keaton in a three way dance which will be violent as hell I am sure. Laura Perelli will take her stab at the CW Broadcast champion David miller, who is looking for his 4th defense of that championship, and then Marcu$ $t. John tried his luck against the self proclaimed Pinnacle of Paramount, Robbie Rayder! 

Watson: And then we have our Main Event! This match has big implications for the Prime specific brand Pay-Per-View, World Wide III as the Young Lions face The Southern Express in a match to determine which team picks the stipulation for World Wide III!

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 screen appears to be pitch black but then a light appears on a chair that is sitting there in the room. You see then a young man wearing a black suit wearing his black glove on his hands sitting down. It's no other than Jason Hunter as he has this look of disappointment and you could tell he hasn’t been sleeping well at all.

Jason Hunter: Jason Hunter does not know where to go from here. I sat here and watched over and over and over my tapes. I watch EVERY last match I have done here in the company. I can’t figure out what I need to do to get over this hump. People believe it is because of the fact I have Roozilla on my mind. People are like you will figure out.. You always figure things like this out. People are like you will get over this hump but it's like I TRY.. over and over again. I am not getting anywhere. I have no clue where to turn to or who. A few people have given me a call and is like we'll get together and figure this out for you. I am still waiting... on that ....

Jason ran his hand into his hair gently as he looked down at his glove black hand taking in a deep sighed to himself.

Jason Hunter: Maybe it is. I can’t let go of all the things he has done to me this past few weeks but that isn’t the only thing on my mind. Everyone is saying how I am upset at the fact I am not going down the same path as my parents. Truth be told. I never want to be on the path they were on. People around here felt the need to put people on someone else's path to make themselves look great. I do not need to place myself on another person's path to make myself great but then it comes to the territory when you have the last name Hunter.

Jason rubs his chin a bit.

Jason Hunter: I should just try to express the fact that people even believe I can but truth be told. They loved to put it in my face that I will not be as GREAT as the old mighty Jaden Hunter. The man who is the heart and soul of the EWC company. And I am tired of standing around screaming and showing and telling people. I do not want to just know as the man's son. I have bust my ass time after time. I walk out there on my own two feet and place my soul and heart into every match. That is what it means to be a Hunter. A Hunter places their heart and soul into EVERYTHING they do especially when it comes to this sport that is in my veins. In my mother's veins and now my daughter viens. Now, my daughter wants to follow in her grandparents footsteps and instead of trying to keep that love for this sport growing. I have slowly been trying to get her to think about other things.

Jason ran a hand through his hair again.

Jason Hunter: I do not want her to feel the same shit every time she is inside of that ring. When she fails she has to hear from everyone you can’t cut it. I have done everything in my power to show what I am good enough but there is nothing else for me to do. So, what do you do when you feel like you on your last straw.... What do you do when you feel like just maybe everyone is right... You get up and prove to everyone around here how much they all suck and you are the BEST for a reason. People say time after time I always speak these words but my record isn’t showing that. Will my record reflect my talent? It might never but I am starting to be ok with that because I know what I am made. I know what I am capable of. I know what my worth is. So, to everyone around here who wants to shit about me. You don’t have to like me. You don’t even have to believe I am good enough to be inside of that ring with you. I am the best DAMN wrestler around here, win, lost or draw. Just remember that fact.

Jason snap his fingers as the room become pitch black again. 

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SINGLES MATCH

Jake Caxide

VS Adriana Aquilla

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We return to the press box of the PPL Center where Tim and Cid are standing by

Watson: Welcome back folks, we are just about to kick off the night with our first match of the night. Jake Caxide is fresh off of a debut on the freeview of Uprising, and Adriana Aquilla is looking to get back into the win column after stumbling the last few matches. 

Sydney: Who wants it more? We are about to find out! 

Starr: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing in San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 120 pounds ... 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 the opponent, from Santa Monica, California, weighing in at 220 pounds ... JAKE CAXIDE!

As the descending piano line of "Back in Blood" begins to play. The Lights drop, the beats hit Flashing White Lights frame Jake Caxide as he comes out from the back exuding energy, he double pumps yelling to the crowd, slapping hands all the way down to the ring, sliding into the ring, doing a three sixty and pointing at his opponent and slapping his elbow pad.

DING DING DING

Addy runs at Jake who extends his arm for a Clothesline. Addy ducks it and Jake turns only to walk into a Superkick. Jake is staggered as Addy fires forearm shots at him sending him against the ropes. Addy whips Jake off the ropes and runs at him leaping for a Cross Body. Jake ducks it and Addy hits canvas.. Addy tries to get up but Jake pulls her to her feet before dropping Addy back to the canvas with a Snap Suplex. Addy rolls to her front as she again picks herself from the canvas. This time Jake runs at her planting a Soccer Kick in Addy's gut that lifts her up of the ground enough for Jake to lift Addy for a Powerbomb that Addy reverses into a Hurricanrana. Addy runs of the ropes hitting a quick Legdrop but Jake quickly rolls her up with a School Boy leaning on her legs for leverage

ONE...




TWO




TH-Kick Out.

Addy Kicks out with such force that Jake comes down on her. Addy quickly applies a Cobra Clutch. Maybe it's not applied properly but Jake quicky rolls out of it instead of going for another roll up

Watson: The offense is coming fast and hard here tonight to start this match off! 

Sydney: It's a matter of who can keep this pace up? Who has the better cardio? That is who will win this match 

Jake lifts Addy to her feet and whips her off the ropes. Jake attempts to catch her with a Gamengiri but Addy ducks it and Jake hits nothing but the mat. Addy climbs to the top turnbuckle and throws herself at Jake with an Addy Star Press. Jake moves and Addy hits the mat hard. Jake drags Addy to her feet and fires with a Superkick. Addy catches it, throws the leg away causing Jake to fall to his knees and runs at him hitting a Divine Wizard. The cover.

ONE...



TWO...



TH-Kick Out.

Addy runs her hands through her hair as Jake uses the ropes to drag himself to his feet. Addy runs. Her arm extended for a Clothesline. It doesn't connect. All that connects is Jakes foot with Addys face as a result of a Superkick! Jake doesn't hook the leg he just drops onto Addy

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THR- Kick Out!

Watson: Jake really likes that Superkick. Is he going to the well too many times, Cid? 

Sydney: That's yet to be determined Tim. If it works and Addy doesn't adjust to it, then it will pay off. But if she adjusts, then Jake will have relied on it too much. 

Both are spent. So spent that they lean on each other as they get to their feet. It's all the opportunity Jake needs to hit Addy with an Apollo Creed Special. He makes the cover, hooking the leg this time.

ONE...



TWO...



THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall JAKE CAXIDE!

Jake rolls out of the ring and holds an arm in the air in triumph. He then leans on the ringside barriers for support as he makes his way up the isleway

Watson: Adriana Aquilla did not want to let this one go, but in the end Jake Caxide proved to be just a bit too much for her. 

Sydney: Both fighters gave a hell of a fight. Jake Caxide just got the lucky shot in. 

Watson: We are just getting started here tonight folks, we have a big triple threat match coming up next, don't go anywhere! 

Camera fades to commercial. 

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The Tron bursts to life playing



Suddenly....

Emma Louise smiles into the camera

Emma Louise: Hello all. Sorry about all the graphics taking over Uprising, went a bit OTT. Bit too much time on my hands. Right now I'm having a little bit of R and R but as of right now, I am officialy back on the Paramount roster. Full time I mean. In two weeks, Paramount will be in New Brunswick, Canada, In two weeks I will be in New Brunswick, Canada. I may be in that ring on Paramount #6. I may end up interviewing the crowd outside or I may even end up on Gambit. Point is I'll be there.

toodles.

Emma smiles and waves.

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

Omek

VS Mercenary
VS "La Belicista" Isabella

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We return to the control tower atop the PPL Center. 

Watson: WOW! Emma Louise returning to Paramount Wrestling in two weeks! Talk about a big announcement! You never know who will show up here on Wednesday night, folks! 

Sydney: Up next we have a big triple threat match that most certainly will have some contendership implications here on Paramount. Omek, Mercenary and Le Belicista are about to go at it! 

Starr: The following match is a Triple Threat! Joining us first, from The Forgotten Realms, weighing in at 260-pounds ... He is The Worldbreaker ... OMEK!

The arena shifts to a red hue as the light dim. Immediately, the fans stand up and cheer as "I don't wanna stop" by Ozzy Osbourne begins to play! Fireworks emit from the stage area in two's.... three's... and then BOOM! A massive explosion erupts next as Omek emerges from the backstage area! A thick fur skin is draped over his shoulders as he looks out at the fans, his chest heaving with each massive breath! As the theme song continues to play, Ragnar raises his mighty arms, letting the fur fall to the floor behind him! Omek rushes down the ramp way full speed and slides into the ring! He repeatedly bounces off of each set of ropes as the fans really get into it! Pointing to the arena rooftops Omek slows down, only to pace the ring as his theme song fades out...

Starr: And his opponent, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 365-pounds ... He is the EWC Outlaw ... THE MERCENARY!

Mercenary swaggers out onto the stage with his face hidden behind a hard tactical mask painted to look like The Punisher's iconic skull logo. His eyes inside the mask scan the crowd. He crosses both arms, gloved fists clenched, across his chest and under his chin. The pose resembles a skull and crossbones. To either side of him the stage explodes in motes of red and orange flame. Removing the mask the big man stalks towards the ring at a steady pace filled with menace and a deadly purpose he climbs between the ropes and walks to the corner where he throws a few shadow punch combos at the turnbuckle before turning with his back to the corner, his arms crossed again across his chest to glower in his opponent's direction and wait for the bell to give him the sign to come out swinging.

Starr: And their opponent, from Tijuana, Mexico, weighing in at 164-pounds ... La Belicista ... ISABELLA!

As Our Last Night's "Same Old War" blasts over the PA, a large red plume of smoke conceals the top of the ramp. The Mexican flag appears on the X-Tron as a shadow appears in the lingering fog. Red pyros shoot off into the air as we see “La Belicista” Isabella’s silhouette. Isabella strides confidently down towards the ramp, giving high-fives to the fans and audience along the way. When “La Belicista” Isabella arrives in front of the ring, she slips in between the middle and uppermost set of ropes. She then stands atop the same ropes she slid through. She clenches her right fist and raises it high up in the air. Her left, meanwhile, raises as she salutes to the EWC audience. After soaking in the reaction and atmosphere, “La Belicista” jumps off the ropes, lands gracefully on her feet, and turns to wait against the turnbuckle whilst waiting for the match to begin.

DING DING DING

Hold on to your seats, folks! We're in for a doozy! As soon as the bell sounds, Omek races around the ring like a man on fire and both Mercenary and Isabella reach out to grab him, but he's moving too fast! It's like he's on cocaine! Mercenary with a Big Boot out of nowhere to stop him dead in his tracks! Isabella wastes no time going at Mercenary with a series of kicks! Mercenary stumbles, Isabella runs to the ropes, rebounds, looks to go for a Big Boot of her own, but Mercenary catches her foot! She leaps up with her free leg and connects with the side of Mercenary's head! He stumbles back. Isabella keeps the pressure on him with a flurry of elbow and knee strikes, doing everything she can to cause the big guy to go down. Omek's fired up again! German Suplex on The Mercenary! Isabella with a GTS on Omek as he gets back to his feet! This is all happening so fast and the fans are loving it! Isabella goes for a Powerbomb on Omek, but he rolls through and now he's got Isabella in a pinning predicament! Mercenary's there to make the save almost instantaneously, and the match continues!

Watson: What happens when three brick walls throw themselves at each other? Well you are watching it right now folks! 

Sydney: We knew that Omek and and Mercenary were hard hitters, but Isabella is showing that her military background is allowing her to stand right besides them both with her own displays of power! 

All three competitors are back to their feet, but Isabella goes down with a mighty Body Slam! Another Body Slam for Mercenary and Omek's showing no signs of slowing down! He grabs Mercenary by the hair as he catches him kneeling, but Mercenary now has him by the throat! Omek tries to pry The Merc's hand away, but Mercenary sets him up and knocks him down with a powerful Sidewalk Slam. Isabella's back to her feet. Mercenary turns his attention to her, but a moment too late. Isabella brings the big guy to the mat with an Arm Drag and she locks in the Arm Bar! Mercenary, demonstrating his size and strength, manages to reverse the Arm Bar, picking Isabella up off the mat and now in position for a Death Valley Driver. It connects! Mercenary hooks a leg!


ONE...




TWO...

T-Kick out at two!


Mercenary wastes no time complaining to the referee, instead he sets Isabella up for a Pump Handle Slam, but Isabella reverses it and slips behind Mercenary. She's looking for a Vertebreaker! Can she do it?! HOLY SHIT! SHE DID! HOW THE HELL WAS SHE ABLE TO GIVE A VERTEBREAKER TO A 365-POUND MAN?! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! The fans agree and they cheer loudly. Wait! Omek's got her in his sights! Don't turn around, Isabella! Super Kick! Super Kick from Omek! He might have just broken her face! He goes for the cover. Mercenary is lying under the ropes, gathering his composure momentarily... it's all up to Isabella! The referee has started the count!

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Two! ...



Thre-- ISABELLA KICKS OUT JUST IN THE KNICK OF TIME! SHE'S STILL GOT SOME FIGHT LEFT IN HER! The fans are absolutely hysterical! They love what they're seeing from all three of these impressive athletes!

Watson: Unbelievable performances from all three fighters here. We have a barn burner on our hands here folks!!!

Sydney: Mercenary is showing signs of his old self here tonight. It's good to see the outlaw remembers how to kick some ass! 

Omek spots Mercenary getting back to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. Omek sprints at him full-force! Mercenary pulls down the top rope and Omek goes flying to the outside! Mercenary turns his attention to Isabella once more, who hasn't moved much since tasting Omek's boot. Mercenary decides to take to the top turnbuckle now. He's walking the rope! Fist drop to... the mat! Isabella rolls out of the way in time to save herself! She's back to her feet quickly, her second wind has arrived! It may be only a matter of time before this one's over! Mercenary to his feet now and charging at Isabella, but she is quick enough to duck and grab the top rope, Mercenary goes tumbling to the outside! Omek is rushing in the ring now, sliding under the bottom rope and popping up to run toward La Belicista! She is caught by very hard lariat that turns her inside out. Omek quickly hits the ropes, but on the rebound Isabella is back to her feet...FUGAZI! The buzzsaw kick connects as Isabella quickly hooks the leg for the cover.


ONE...



Mercenary is to his feet and looks into the ring.



TWO....



Mercenary slides under the ring and leaps to break up the pin


THREE!!!


He is just milliseconds late! 

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... "La Belicista"....IIIIIIIISSSSABELLLLAAAAAA!

Aftermath of match immediately after bell - celebration etc

Watson: Mercenary was a millisecond from breaking this one up! Holy hell, Isabella just pulled off an upset here tonight! 

Sydney: Well earned though! Omek and Mercenary could have potentially ended this at any time, but just couldn't get Isabella away from the action enough to get the three, and that allowed La Belicista to put Omek way and take the victory. 

Watson: It looks like Mercenary has a microphone folks, he has something to say! 

Breathing hard in the aftermath of the match Mercenary leaned against the ropes and waved for the ring attendant to bring him a microphone.

Mercenary: Yeah. Okay. How you all feelin’ tonight? Alright! So here it is. A few weeks ago, back before my friends in The FEUD decided to start the year off by kicking my brains in, I had some stuff that I wanted to get off my chest. You know I came here with all the best intentions in mind. EWC is the top of the industry. FSW was where the future of that industry was being born and I was looking for my own kind of rebirth. When I walked into the doors of the Cow Palace I was sure that I was on a road that would end in Championships and the Hall of Fame. I’ve been on that road for several years now and I haven’t even managed to win my first title belt. I’ve had more than a few chances at the big spot, but I’ve never been able to close the deal.  It's like Robby Rayder once said, every time that I get close to that peak I end up tripping on my own feet and rolling back down that mountain.  I am Sisyphus.  I push the rock.  I came to set the EWC on fire and all I got for that effort of ego was to have my guts eaten out each and every time I try.

I’ll admit it. I got bitter. My pride was hurt. I left myself open to some bad influences. Yeah. Love’s a sadistic bitch baby. Sometimes when your heart beats too loud it can drown out your mind when it's trying to tell you the truth. So the last couple’a years I’ve been fightin' blind. I’ve been a juice box for the vampires man. The parasites were suckin’ on my soul. I tried to be a monster and I lost myself as the bad guy in someone else’s story. I was so distracted that I didn’t see the knives come out till they were already in my back. I let other people define me and I couldn't hear the people like Wes Walker, Candy and Gabbi Vee who were trying their best to beat the truth into me.  I came here to leave my past behind me, but like some hound dog on the hunt, it had my scent every step of the way. It hounded me. It haunted me and at the Uprising PPV it put me in my place. At Uprising I lost my match. Damage Inc got their victory. Maxx and Lacey got their win. So laa tee daa to that. Congratulations. You won. You proved your point.

Now it would be pretty easy for me to try to just pass the buck. It would be easy for me to say that I wasn’t the one who got pinned. Not me! It was Walker that got his shoulders pinned. It was Wes’s fault that we lost. It would be easy for me to make that claim, but it would also be pretty damn cheap and I'm tired of making excuses for my failures. Wes Walker stepped up and stepped in where nobody else would. He was there for me when I had nobody else and I don’t take something like that lightly. We lost the match. Damage Inc was the better team on that night and I’m not gonna make any weak sauce excuses about it. I have to take stock and consider the truth. Because the truth is, and as much as I hate to think about it, that maybe all of’em were right. Maybe my prime time in this business doesn't exist anywhere but in my memories.

Many of the fans boo in disagreement to this statement.

Mercenary: No. No. Wait a minute now. I appreciate it. Don’t think that I don’t. You know it’s a real funny thing, ever since this whole thing with Dalilah and The FEUD went down I’ve had fans sending me messages of support. I’ve had fans stopping me on the street and tellin’ me to keep fightin’. I don’t get it. I don’t understand. I don’t understand why anybody out there should really care. Because I didn’t. I didn’t give a damn about you people. I wrote you off as marks. I ripped up your signs and insulted your cheers. I didn’t give a sh*t what you thought or what you had to say and a lot of you hated me for it, but some of you stuck around and I can’t understand why. I don’t deserve it. I’ve done nothing to deserve your support. The truth is I don’t know that I deserve to even be here anymore.

So I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and I’ve come to a very difficult decision. It’s a hard thing for me to think about. It’s almost impossible for me to say, but I think… I think that maybe what they say is true. I think that maybe I’ve overstayed my welcome.  So as much as I don't want to I've decided to make take this opportunity to make an announcement.  I've decided to tell everyone, face to face, that the time has come for me to say good...

"Perfection Through Silence" plays over the P.A. to interrupt Mercenary in mid sentence.

Watson: Wes Walker? What business does he have out here?

Sydney: Maybe he's here to kick the dog, but from the sound of that speech I'm thinking that he might be out here to give some goodbyes of his own.

Walker stands on the stage with a microphone in hand waiting for the crowd to quiet down.

Wes Walker: Do me a favor and cut my music. Hey, hey, hey, wait just a minute there Merc. I know you’re feeling down. I know you’re feeling like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. But don’t you dare say what I think you want to say. Ever since I stepped in an FSW ring, I’ve had you in my head. You were nothing but a pain in my ass for the first six months I was here. We went down different paths for a little bit, but you are without a doubt one of the most competitive people I’ve ever seen and I know you won’t be happy riding off into any sunset. Don’t you worry about Dalilah, don’t you worry about FEUD, they were USERS. They needed you. Without you, they’re nothing. You’re the leader of the pack. You and I may not be friends. You and I may not EVER be friends. But I’ll be damned if there’s an EWC without Mercenary. You can call us Captain Hook and Peter Pan because goddamn, I wouldn’t know what to do without you.

The crowd cheers and he nods in agreement.

Wes Walker: You’ve been in the North American Title scene for two goddamn years, and you deserve a shot at that title without any bullshit around you. Dalilah and FEUD brought out the worst in you. You deserve better and the EWC deserves better and PARAMOUNT deserves better. So don’t you dare say what I think you’re going say. Take a deep breath, brush your shoulders off, and go back to kicking some ass like I know you can.

Lowering the mic Wes points at the man in the ring and extends his arms, mouthing the words: How about it?  Many in the crowd shout their support for the statement.  Mercenary pops his neck and rubs at his chin beard.  Wes's words seem to have altered his resolve.  Some of the fans take up a chant that Walker encourages from the stage:

NO, DON'T GO.

NO, DON'T GO.

Gesturing again to the ring Walker opens his arms and shrugs with a smile before exiting the stage and leaving the arena for the Mercenary.

Looking at the microphone he tosses it aside and rolls out of the ring.  He pauses in the aisle to take in the crowd response as several from beyond the barrier holler words of encouragement with the occasional YOU STILL SUCK thrown in for flavor.  Some of the fans pat him on the arm and shoulder as he passes by them on his way up the ramp.  Stopping on the stage he looks back over his shoulder again to one last decent pop before disappearing beyond the curtain.

Watson: Did Wes just change Merc's mind? Or is this the last time we will see EWC's Outlaw? Don't go anywhere folks, We will be right back! 

The camera fades to commercial

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Backstage, we find intrepid interviewer Lisa Goldrush struggling with a phone that, for some unknown reason, is evidently refusing to play ball. Her brow furrows as she taps with increasing force upon the touchscreen.

Lisa Goldrush: Come onnnnn! You were literally working 5 minutes ago you son of a b-…

Suddenly, Lisa's attention is diverted by the appearance of El Pablo, sporting an especially-excited smirk upon his face.

El Pablo: Hey, Lisa! What's GOAT you so worked up?

EP lifts the same pygmy goat he encountered at Bogert's Bridge into shot, accentuating his pun. While the Technicolour Tecnico struggles to contain a laugh at his own joke, Goldrush completely deadpans him.

Lisa Goldrush: You know, you could've just said 'what's got your goat?' Right? That's an expression.

In an instant, EP's expression drops.

El Pablo: You've GOAT to be kidding me.

Lisa Goldrush: …

El Pablo: …

Lisa Goldrush: So PETA didn't try and blockade your entrance to the building tonight?

El Pablo: I won't lie to you Lisa, there was a bit of a ruckus - a consternation of sorts - but, uh, then Scruff here decided to start dining out on a couple of the signs they'd brought with them, which then turned the whole thing into a protest about censorship and we basically all decided it was best that the two of us exit stage right away.

Lisa Goldrush: ...Right.

El Pablo: Exactly.

Lisa Goldrush: No, the-...Forget it. What's happening tonight, then? You finally gonna beat Stitches or what?

EP's expression grows harder still, as he shifts his gaze to stare off towards some unseen spot in the distance.

El Pablo: That's a good question, Lisa. I suppose the big question we have to ask ourselves is, 'does anybody really ever beat Stitches?' A pinfall here and there, sure - I've heard it happens - but, uh, I dunno; it seems the guy just keeps on clowning, so yeah, I guess we'll never really know if the likes of you, or me, or Gabi Vee can ever really...win.

Lisa Goldrush: …

El Pablo: …

Lisa Goldrush: What the f-

El Pablo: In any case, tonight is actually, finally, about something far bigger than El Pablo versus Stitches! Of course, knocking off the reigning X-Division Champion two shows in a rows'd be an incredible feat and keep me right at the forefront of that conversation...however, as we live, breathe and stand here in the state that saw the defining battle of the American Civil War, it's fitting that we find ourselves addressing concerns of a rather more...North American...nature.

EP turns his attention to the camera, shifting Scruff into his right arm and tossing a handful of Skittles into his mouth with his left.

El Pablo: Robbie Rayder...the Candy Man himself! I know you're busy prepping for your match with Marcu$ $t John later tonight, so when you watch this show back later I just want you to know that there's a Rainbowlution heading your way! For more than 200 days, you've held that belt with an unbreakable grip; an unshakable force at what is now the top of the Para-mountain that nobody's been able to overcome! You have been, by any measure or metric, a true champion and a storming success...but, you know what they say: after the reign, comes the rainbow.

EP smirks, hoisting Scruff into shot once more.

El Pablo: Viva La Rainbowlution. GOAT for the gold!

Lisa Goldrush: Awful.

The camera lingers on the smirking EP for a moment before cutting back to ringside.

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SINGLES MATCH

Roozilla

VS Killjoy Ito

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We return to the control tower above the PPL Center in Allentowm, PA! 

Watson: Welcome back folks, we have seen so much already tonight and we are still just getting started. 

Sydney: Up next we have Roozilla taking on Killjoy Ito. Neither man won their match at Uprising and both will be hungry for a victory here tonight! 

Starr: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing in Rule Breaker University, weighing in at 239 pounds he is The Roozy One, HollyRood, Roo Diddy, The Professor of Rule Breaking, The CEO of The Roo Crew, he is ... ROOZILLA!

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 before rearing backwards arching his shoulders as his arms raise as he howls liked a bewildered beast. With his motions loud growls as heard by Godzilla are heard over his entrance theme.

Directly after his beat roar both his manager and valet Babyface Badley and Jules Cassidy walk up to his side as they begin walking towards the ring.

The jeers of the crowd entices him to mock fans as he walks down the isle. He steps onto the steps and then the ring apron. He turns with his back to the ropes and again makes mocking jesters towards the audience. He turns placing both hands onto the top rope and springs into the ring. His manager and valet both stay on the outside of the ring as his music ends with him acting as though he's going to backhand the referee and then laughs as he backs away towards his corner.

Starr: And the opponent, residing in Daly City, California , weighing in at 235 pounds he is the Prince Of Paramount ... 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

They meet in the middle of the ring. Roozilla raises his arms for a collar and elbow tie up. Ito obliges. However, as they're about to lock up, Roozilla shoves a knee into Ito's gut doubling him over. Roozilla pounds on Ito's back with forearm smashes before running off the ropes. Roozilla runs into Ito's shoulder and bumps onto the canvas. Ito goes to lift him but Roozilla jabs Ito in the throat with his thumb. Roozilla gets to his feet and shoves Ito into a corner where he unloads with a series of right hands before dragging Ito's face along the top rope. Roozilla runs off the ropes and tries to boot Ito in the face but Ito moves and Roozilla ends up with his right leg hanging over the top rope. Ito grabs Roozilla and heaves him back into the ring with a Tiger Suplex that he bridges as the referee counts

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TWO...




TH-Kick Out.

Roozilla gets back to his feet but is staggered after a spinning back fist from Ito. Killjoy then grabs Roozilla with a Snap Suplex then, without braking the hold, rolls back onto his feet hitting a Falcon Arrow. Ito runs at Roozilla looking for a Penalty Kick to the face. Roozilla ducks it before shoving Ito off the ropes looking for an O'Connor Roll. Ito grabs the ropes sending Roozilla rolling backwards. Roozilla runs at Ito looking for a Clothesline but Ito ducks it before turning around and eating a European Uppercut. Roozilla goes to whip Ito off the ropes but pulls Ito back and knees him hard in the gut dropping Ito to the mat.

Watson: Roo is furious tonight but Killjoy is absolutely FOCUISSED on securing the win. 

Sydney: Neither man is going to let up here. They will beat the piss out of each other before they allow themselves to be pinned. 

Roozilla drags Ito to his feet. Roozilla whips Ito to the turnbuckles and drives a knee into the lower back. He grabs Ito in a headlock as he runs across the ring before finally dropping him with a running bulldog followed by a Lionsault. He hooks the leg.

ONE...



TWO...




THR-Kick Out. Ito just manages to get a shoulder up.

As Ito gets to his feet, Roozilla runs off the ropes but he runs right into a hard Chop to the chest from Ito. Roozilla swears loudly before Flair Flopping to the mat. Ito steps through the ropes and stands on the apron patiently waiting for Roozilla to get to his feet before diving at Roozilla with a Kushu. He hooks the leg.

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TWO...



THRE-Kick Out!

At the last second, Roozilla gets a shoulder off the mat.

Watson: Rozilla kicks out at the LAST possible second there. 

Sydney: Roozilla will not be put away that easily! 

Ito is on his feet and as he tries to lift his opponent, Roozilla boots Ito low. Ito drops to his knees clutching his Killjoys while Roozilla explains to the ref that he intended a boot to the gut. The ref falls for it. Roozilla rolls up Ito with a School Boy but Ito is able to roll out of it cracking Roozilla in the face with a Kettel-Da. He hooks the leg.

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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall KILLJOY ITO!

Ito gets to his feet holding his arms out wide as he takes in the support and cheers from the crowd while Roozilla lays on the mat, his legs still in the air from where Ito hooked them.

Watson:  That Kettei-Da is just so vicious folks! more often than not if Killjoy can hit it, it's game over. 

Sydney: Roozilla was absolutely relentless here tonight, but he just could not get a ton of momentum going and in the end it cost him. 

Watson: We still have a big three way dance, the North American champion in action and the CW boradcast championship match PLUS our big tag team main event still to come. Do NOT go anywhere folks! 

Camera cuts to...

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On the streets of Toronto, a woman is minding her own business and walking down the street. Suddenly, a man snatches her purse and starts running away towards the camera. The woman has no chance to catch up because of her heels, she cries out for help but there's nobody around. An arm appears outstretched and clotheslines the thief to the ground. Zander reaches down and rips the purse out of the thief's hands. He hands the purse back to the woman then turns to the camera.

Zander: That'll be enough of that, PAL!

Zander kicks the thief as he walks by him.

Zander: I'm here to tell the EWC fans out there that they don't have to wait long, I'm on my way to save the day! You see, this is really hard to accept but, there's a large swelling of evil that's grabbed a chokehold over half of the roster and has run WILD!

Zander adjusts his sunglasses and suddenly the LCD turns on to a swirling image of lasers in the lenses.

Zander: I've been watching closely, PAL! There's an invasion of evil aliens that have surgically inserted themselves inside the craniums of these unfortunate wrestlers and have taken over their minds. It's hard for you people to believe, it's hard for ANYONE to believe but it's happening! Only I can stop them! Because NOBODY will take this matter SERIOUSLY!

Zander stops walking for a moment, he leans down for a few seconds out of the frame. A loud sniffing noise can be heard then he whips his head back up, his hand on his tasseled hat preventing it from flying off. He continues to walk, faster now with some white powder around his nostrils.

Zander: There's no time! PAL! I have a SPECIAL move that is a brainbuster, fisherman suplex I call JUPITER MISSION! It's based on REAL EVENTS, PEOPLE! I don't expect you to BELIEVE it! But it HAPPENED! My Jupiter Mission is the only hope to impact these invasive species on the back of the neck to kill them! I'm here to SAVE the EWC and the WORLD!

Zander starts running really fast towards the camera and his hat flies off.

Fade to black.

The words - ZANDER MUST SAVE EWC- in red appear on the screen.

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The camera focuses into view, revealing Darius sitting in a chair in his apartment, a look of disappointment etched across his face.

Darius: Oh I'm sure plenty of you are talking trash right now, saying I'm hiding because I lost to Marcus or something like that. I'm not. If I had my way, I'd be there laying waste to someone who has been an inadvertent thorn in my side for a while ... but the Doc won't let me.

Darius lets out an audible sigh.

Darius: I've been working with some nagging injuries ever since Wrestlefest. It turns out the Cage of Doom did some damage, but I've been ignoring it. Now add on Legends of the Cage, a triple threat TLC, and a no holds barred, plus a few other matches in between? My body is starting to feel that toll and the doc isn't going to let me keep going. It could be a few weeks or a few months, I don't know. I just know that he won't let me compete until he sees my body is back to 100%.

Darius smirks.

Darius: I'll be back though ... I have unfinished business to deal with. I'll come back and I'll continue my quest to make Paramount the A show ... So good luck while I'm gone, y'all will need it.

The camera suddenly cuts to black.

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SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH

El Pablo

VS Stitches

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We return to the ringside area, where anticipation is already peaking over the match to come. Pockets of the crowd hold up multicolored signs and giant skittles made of posterboard. Others don smeared white paint, jeering from the shadows. The camera pans over the fans for a few seconds more before the scene fades to the announce table.

Watson: Well there you have it, Darius has been working hurt and will be out for a bit... But you tuned in JUST in time folks, because hot damn do we have a good one coming up next! 

Sydney: Mortal enemies collide as El Pablo and Stitches look to rekindle their legendary feud from back in Prime.

Watson: No titles on the line, no X-Division rules, just a toe to toe showdown. Let’s take it to the ring!

The shot fades out, then back in, to Isabella Starr, ready and waiting with microphone in hand.

Starr: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall. Introducing first, from Puebla City, Mexico. Weighing in at 180 pounds. He is the TECHNICOLOR TECHNICO … EEEEEEL … PAAAAABLOOOOOO!

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-colored 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 stretches as his music fades.

Starr: And his opponent, from the Carnival of Shattered Dreams. Weighing in at 260 pounds. He is the current EWX X-Division Champion … STIIIIITCHEEEES!

'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat in the music drops Stitches appears from behind the curtain. Stitches methodically makes his way down the entrance ramp with no care for the audience. Stitches approaches the nearby steel stairs, climbs up onto the apron and begins walking the edge of the apron like a tight rope before reaching the nearby ring post. Stitches climbs up onto the second rope and throws his arms out wide. Stitches enters the ring and sits down in the corner of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring.

DING DING DING

Stitches continues to just sit and stare at Pablo, a dismissive smirk on his face. Now and then, his head twitches with erratic movement. Keeping his distance, Pablo finally decides to go for it and rushes the clown. Stitches pops to his feet, but Pablo leaps over him, rolling to his feet and springboard off the ropes into a turn-around forearm, knocking Stitches to the mat. Stitches rises quickly, but Pablo catches him with an elbow to the head and a low kick, looking to drive him back into the corner. Stitches grabs Pablo by the head and butts him, then turns and slams his head off the buckle. Pablo recoils, and Stitches uses the mask to pull him down into a backbreaker. Laying in a few stomps, the clown backs into the corner and waits, licking his lips as Pablo sits up, right into a sliding European uppercut! As Pablo flops back to the mat, Stitches gets to his feet and presses a boot to his throat, sneering down at him as Pablo struggles to break loose. Lizaragga finally steps in to shove Stitches away, allowing Pablo to roll out onto the apron.

Using the ropes to pull himself up, Pablo sees Stitches coming towards him and slides both under the bottom rope, and through the clown’s legs! Stitches turns, but Pablo is already kipping to his feet and swinging around into an enzuigiri, catching Stitches full on the jaw. The clown stumbles against the ropes, and Pablo runs in, swinging through the middle ropes to drive his foot into Stitches’ spine with a tiger feint kick. Stitches lurches forward, growling in pain, as Pablo leaps to the ropes and flies off with a missile dropkick to the back of the head, sending Stitches hurtling forward into the corner, falling to a knee and smashing his face into the buckle, and his shoulder against the post.

Coming up behind the clown, Pablo hooks an arm and runs up the corner, swinging around into an arm drag that leaves Stitches flat in the center of the ring, allowing Pablo to quickly hop onto the top rope and dive off with a moonsault! The move lands flush, crushing the air from Stitches ribs as Pablo hooks the leg

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TWO....




T-kickout!

Getting to his feet, Pablo pulls Stitches up and snapmares him over, leading into a rolling neck whip that has Stitches clutching at his neck. Rolling to his knees, the clown growls in rage, as he turns to see Pablo racing towards him, only to eat a Beautiful Disasterpiece as Stitches explodes to his feet! The impact turns Pablo for a full backflip, leaving him prone on the mat as Stitches uses the moment to clear his head. Grabbing Pablo by the back of the neck, he swings him up and drops into a sidewalk slam, rattling Pablo’s spine on the pine. Rising confidently, he yanks Pablo back to his feet and throws him to the ropes, lifting him up and launching into a jumping Samoan drop, once again crushing Pablo under his weight. Pablo tries to roll away, but Stitches stalks him, stomping down on his spine, then the back of his neck, before hooking Pablo’s arms over his knees and reaching for the face, trying to squeeze his dirty fingers into the mouth of Pablo for the Cheshire Smile. Pablo struggles against the weight and crawls for the ropes.

Between Pablo’s squirming and Lizaragga’s demand to release the fishhooks, Stitches gets to his feet and simply uses both hands to drive Pablo’s face into the canvas. A slow, hollow laughter trickles from the clown as he reaches down to pull Pablo to his feet, only for the Technio to leap up and throw him over with a monkey flip! Stitches lands near the corner, using the ropes to scramble back up, only to turn into a flying body press against the corner. Pablo makes a beeline for the far corner, rebounding off the buckles and coming back at full speed, right into a lariat from Stitches!

Gasping for breath on his knees, Stitches blinks and shakes his head, looking to clear the cobwebs, unable to see the twitch in Pablo’s hand as he produces a pack of skittles from his tights. The fans pop as he quickly pours a few into his mouth, and immediately kips up to his feet! The crowd erupts, causing Stitches to turn and see what’s happening, causing the clown to roll his eyes with a snarl and tries to grab Pablo, who blocks the arm and unloads with a savage array of chops, elbows, forearms, low kicks, uppercuts, driving Stitches back into the corner before finishing it off by running up the clown’s chest with a flash kick to the jaw! Stitches eyes nearly roll in their sockets as he falls face first to the canvas, landing beside Pablo who sprawls like a starfish, sucking as much air into his lungs as he possibly can.


Eventually, Pablo turns and rolls to his knees, as Stitches stirs beside him. Struggling to make his feet, Pablo slumps into the ropes, then turns and walks over to grab hold of Stitches, who lands a straight kick to the front of the knee, dropping Pablo to a kneel. Pulling himself back, Stitches uses the ropes to regain a vertical base before stalking Pablo, his eyes still somewhat glazed from the onslaught of Pablo’s Sugar Rush. Stumbling over to Pablo, he brings a bionic elbow down in to the top of his head, then swings his leg forward to bury a knee into the back of Pablo’s neck. As Pablo reels from the pain, Stitches slowly sets about tying him up into the Carnival Pretzel, pulling the choke in tight and straining to close off as much oxygen as possible. Pablo struggles, but just doesn’t have the strength and submits.

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via submission ... STIIIIITCHEEEEES!

Watson: What a match folks! Both those men just beat the hell out of each other, and it really could have come either way. Stitches locked in that carnival pretzel though, and that was the end of the rainbowlution here in Allentown. 

Sydney: One thing I can tell you is that we have NOT seen the last of these two going at it. EP is sniffing gold this season and as much as I hate to admit it, I think he's due for another run as champion here in EWC. 


Watson: We will be right back folks, don't go anywhere. 

The camera cuts to commercial. 

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THREE WAY DANCE

Wes Walker

VS Jake Lumas
VS James Keaton

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We return to Tim and Cid, who are standing ready for the next match 

Watson: Welcome back to Paramount Wrestling folks! We have a big match coming up next. Wes walker, Jake Lumas and James Keaton in a Three Way Dance! Wes a former North American AND FSW champion, who has been struggling a bit as of late, is looking to right the ship. Meanwhile, Jake Lumas coming off a match where he came within inches of becoming the CW Broadcast champion, and James Keaton has been looking impressive lately. 

Sydney: These three men are all motivated to kick some ass tonight and I am looking forward to it Tim! 

Starr: The following match is a Three Way Dance. Joining us first, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 185-pounds ... WES WALKER!

Pyros hit and "Perfection Through Silence" by Finch begins to play. Wes Walker comes out from behind the curtain and heads down to the ring. The fans give him a respectable round of applause.

Starr: And his opponent, from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 220-pounds ... JAKE LUMAS!

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 their opponent, from London, England, weighing in at 248-pounds ... The Wicked ... JAMES KEATON!

The arena lights begin to flash in tune to the drums as "The Wicked and The Cursed" by The Cold Stares plays throughout the arena. As the guitar rhythm plays, James Keaton makes his presence known by appearing at the top of the entrance ramp. Keaton begins cracking his knuckles in a slow and methodical way before walking with purpose to the ring. Keaton takes his time using the steps to enter the ring before leaning against the ropes and testing their strength.

DING DING DING

Y'all ready, folks? Because these men sure are! No hesitation whatsoever as all three men start things off by trading punches every which way. Keaton and Lumas, the bigger of the three, hit hard and strike fast, but there's no counting out Wes Walker who seems to have them beat for speed. Keaton's size advantage doesn't do him much good as Wes with several hard kicks to Keaton's legs causes The Wicked to stagger, and a Flying Forearm sends him to the mat. Walker, not to be outdone, shows Lumas that he can fly too, with a Flying Knee to Jake's cranium. Jake joins Keaton on the mat and Wes looks to be in control early on in this match. Keaton rises to his feet, and Wes goes to give him a hug. Wait, that's a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, not a hug! Wes is faring quite well against these two larger men. Oops, we jinxed it. Lumas just hit Wes with a Sidewalk Slam he did NOT see coming. Lumas with a few mounted punches to Walker, but Keaton catches his eye as he moves in on Jake. Now the two men are going back and forth bar room brawl style. Wes rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, but he's no coward. Once he shakes off the effects of Lumas' punches he quickly rolls back in. Keaton hits Jake with a European Uppercut, kicks Lumas in the gut, and nails him with a DDT. Walker runs and rebounds off the ropes. Flying Spinning Elbow to James Keaton! The fans are very forthcoming about their enjoyment of the action on display so far.

Watson: "Give me more!" is what this crowd is saying right now. Any fight that Lumas and Keaton has been in lately, has been a crowd pleaser and tonight Wes Walker is a man on fire! 

Sydney: All I know is these three are ready to tear each other apart and I am all for it Tim! 

Wes Walker with a Bulldog on Jake before the latter can even stand upright entirely. Walker goes to work on Keaton now, going right back at it with more hard-hitting kicks to Keaton's legs, when suddenly Keaton drops Wes via a Sweeping Leg Kick. Two can play that game, he says! Lumas is back on his own two feet and Keaton charges at him. Lumas with a kick to the abdomen and a Snap Suplex on James! He refuses to stay down for long though and soon both men are locked up. A series of transitions and counters take place as the men go back and forth with various holds. This is Keaton's bread and butter, but Lumas manages to hold his own, until finally shoving Keaton back and charging at him with a patented Flying Forearm, but Keaton catches him with an impressive Release German Suplex! The fans don't like it much, but James still receives a pop for the quickness of his reaction. Walker with a Hurricanrana on James that sends the fans into a frenzy! Walker's gaining momentum! Lumas and Wes trade hands back and forth. Suddenly it's Jake with a headbutt to Walker! Walker staggers, holding a hand on his forehead. Jake slams Wes to the mat and goes right back to the mounted punches. Keaton's back to his feet and he goes to lock on the Sleeper Hold on Lumas, but Jake ain't having it! With James still wrapped around him, Jake rolls out of the ring and the impact of the two men crashing to the floor causes Keaton to release the hold! This is definitely NOT something you see every day, folks!

Watson: What an impact! James Keaton thought he had this first fall, but Jake Lumas is willing to do to whatever it takes to win and that includes injuring himself! 

Sydney: Now who is going to take advantage of that? That is the unanswered question! 

Wes quickly follows the action outside and grabs James Keaton, knowing that Jake Lumas will be recovering for a moment. Wes rolls Keaton back into the ring and before James can even react, Wes grabs him and hits the Irish Hammer DDT! Wes with the cover now


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TWO...



THREE!!!

Starr: James Keaton has been Eliminated!

 
Wes gets to his feet and looks around for Lumas, but doesn't see him at first! Lumas then comes crawling out from under the ring on his hands and knees. Wes walks over to look at Lumas, and seeing him on the mat, looks to go bring him back into the ring. Lumas bides his time until Wes is on the apron and then grabs the chair that is under him and hits Wes over the head with it! 

Sydney: SNEAKY CHAIRSHOT! Remember folks, a Three way Dance is held under X-Division rules! 

Watson: That it is Cid! Lumas taking full advantage here! 

Lumas grabs Wes' limp body and rolls it into the ring. Lumas with the cover. 


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TWO...


THRE- NO! KICKOUT! Wes Walker somehow kicked out! Lumas smirks, giving Walker some respect for kicking out. Walker gets to his feet just after Jake does and they both go for a lariat, but both duck and hit the ropes. Wes catches Lumas with a. flying spinning elbow! Lumas hits the mat and Wes picks him up, looking for the Irish Hammer DDT again, but as he throws Lumas' body out, Lumas escapes and grabs Wes' head in mid-air and swings the momentum.. TORNADO DDT! GOOD NIGHT SALLY!!!! Neither man moves for a few seconds but Lumas is able to finally rollover and drape an arm over Wes. 


ONE...



TWO...



THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... JAAAAAAAKE....LUUUUUUUMASSSSSSSSS!

Aftermath of match immediately after bell - celebration etc

Watson: Jake Lumas has done it folks! Something has come alive in him the last few weeks and he just pinned a former FSW and North American champion! 

Sydney: Wes Walker had this won until Jake pulled out that chair. that was the equalizer. Before that though, Keaton had this won with that sleeper hold. There was so much action here folks! We all definitely won on this one! 

Watson: Next up the CW Broadcast championship is on the line as Laura Perelli challenges David Miller! We will be right back! 

Camera cuts to ...

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CW Broadcast Championship Match

Laura Perelli

VS David Miller

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We return to ringside where the fans are eagerly waiting the CW Broadcast Championship match between 'La Principessa' Laura Perelli and defending champion David Miller.

Watson: It's time for a championship fight folks!

Sydney: That's right! David Miller is ready to make his fourth defense of the CW Broadcast championship. Let's go to the ring! 

Starr: The following match is for the CW Broadcast Championship! Joining us first, from Trenton, New Jersey, weighing in at 132 pounds ... 'LA PRINCIPESSA' LAURA PERELLI!

The arena darkens as Voodoo Johnson's "United Divided" plays through the PA. Blue and yellow lights start to swirl through the arena as Laura Perelli comes through the curtain, pausing at the head of the ramp to stretch her arms out wide. She smirks at the audience before sauntering down to the ring at her own pace, only occasionally glancing to the fans--with a dismissive smirk--before climbing the ring steps and wiping her boots off on the apron.

Starr: And his/her opponent, from Long Beach, California, weighing in at 235 pounds ... DAVID MILLER!

As the aggressive cadence of Damnation Plan's “Judgement Day” rips through the speakers, the lights shift to rapid strobes as David Miller marches out from behind the curtain, head bowed and fists clenched. A sudden twist cracks the bones in his neck as he starts down towards the ring, paying no attention to the mixed reaction of the crowd. Reaching the floor, he climbs the ring steps and ducks between the ropes, silently pacing the inside of the ring while peeling off his jacket. Tossing it aside he moves to his corner and turns, locking his eyes on Laura Perelli as he awaits the bell.

DING DING DING

Perelli and Miller circle each other before snapping into a stiff tie up. It takes all of a few seconds before Miller overpowers Perelli and sends her flying into the corner turnbuckle. She falls to a knee gasping for air as Miller backs up, allowing her space to breathe. But it doesn't take long. Perelli gets back up to her feet, dusts herself off and shrugs, before circling again.

They tie up again. Perelli grits her teeth and manages to move Miller a step backward. The crowd cheers and Miller shakes his head No! and bulls his weight forward, throwing Perelli into a different turnbuckle. The small of her back hits the second turnbuckle and she falls down to her ass, the ring ropes shaking from the impact.

Miller advances. Perelli rolls out of the ring to catch her breathe but it doesn't stop David Miller. He grabs the ropes, pulls, and hurls himself over the top and onto Perelli with a slingshot Plancha that sends both of them crashing to the ring mats. 

Miller is up first, and grabs Perelli by the hair. He turns and pulls her toward the ring steps, executing an Irish whip designed to send her flying right into them but No! Perelli reverses it and sends Miller crashing into the steel steps, dislodging them from their place. 

Miller shakes his head on the ground, attempting to recover, while Perelli pulls him to his feet, places an arm around his neck, and snap suplexes him into the guardrail while the fans cheer!

With Miller down, Perelli places his arm into a keylock position and then STOMPS with everything she's got! Miller roars and rolls away, nursing the arm.

Perelli rolls back into the ring, and climbs the turnbuckle.

Watson: Perelli is bringing the hurt here early to the champion and she's about to go high risk! 

Sydney: WILL IT PAY OFF?!

On the outside, David Miller is getting to his feet. He raises his eyes as Laura Perelli takes flight from the top turnbuckle hurling her body at him in a Suicide Dive. But he sees it coming, and catches her around the waist, converting her move into a snap powerbomb! The impact knocks the wind out of Perelli in an audible gasp.

Still nursing his arm, Miller grabs Perelli by the hair and rolls her into the ring. Slow to rise, Perelli goes for another tie up but Miller ducks under, and lifts her up and slams her down with a vicious German suplex.

Miller goes for the cover.

ONE...



TWO...



THR-No! Kickout by Perelli at the last minute.

She uses the ropes to get to her feet as Miller goes for a tie up. This time, Perelli ducks under, and rolls up Miler into a small package.

ONE...



TWO...



THRE-No!

Kickout by Miller! Perelli backs up and gets some distance while Miller wipes the sweat out of his eyes. Perelli hits the ropes. Miller throws a clothesline she ducks under. Perelli hits the other side and returns. Miller goes for a back elbow. Perelli ducks again.

Miller gets low, ready to scoop slam Perelli, but La Principessa surprises him with a tilt a whirl headscissor armbar that takes Miller down to the mat and right into a painful submission.

Perelli cranks it in. Miller shakes his head no at the pain raging inside him. He reaches for the ring ropes but can't get to them. Perelli has Miller dead center of the ring.

Miller roars in pain, balances on his haunches, and lifts up Perelli still holding onto his arm, and slams her down to the mat. Her eyes close but she doesn't let go.

Miller roars again, lifts her again, and this time slams both of their bodies down to the mat, breaking the hold Perelli refers to as "The Italian Arm Trick" and leaving both of them lying in a heap.


Watson: Laura Perelli has caught Miller off guard more than once tonight with a submission, but Miller was just able to power out there of that armbar!

Sydney: It's going to take more than an armbar to take that championship off of David Miller. Laure needs to go back to the drawing board a bit. 

Miller is first to his feet. He picks up Perelli and hurls her into the turnbuckle. He takes his time walking up. When she tries to escape, Miller throws her back, and proceeds to stomp mudholes in her midsection until she ceases to resist.

Miller bares his teeth and proceeds to lay in heavy chops to Perelli's chest, each one like a side of beef slamming against a concrete floor. After six solid chops, Perelli falls to the mat, but Miller isn't done.He drags her into the center of the ring. Grabs her by one hand, steps back, and hits her with a short arm clothesline that nearly takes her head off! Dazed, Perelli rolls with the move and winds up back on her feet again, staggering and punch drunk. She sees Miller and hurls a right hand at him that he ducks. 

Miller wraps both his hands around the back of Perelli's neck, and cinches up his full nelson finisher, the None Percenter. Perelli's eyes go wide and she begins to scream as Miller swings her round and round in the center of the ring. She grits her teeth, shakes her head no, but Miller does not relent, continuing to spin, and clamp down the move until her shoulders are nearly touching each other. She screams and her body shudders in extreme pain while she pulls her weight forward, trying to put her feet on the ground.

Perelli taps. 

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via SUBMISSION and STLL CW BROADCAST CHAMPION.... DDDDDDAVIIIID.... MILLLLLEERRRRR!!!!!

Miller releases the hold and gets to his knees, his chest heaving as the referee hands him the CW Broadcast championship. 

Watson: DAVID MILLER JUST TAPPED OUT LAURA PERELLI! 

Sydney: Now that is NOT something I thought I would see. His ability to adapt to his opponents has been getting better and better. Wow, what an impressive win here tonight for David Miller. 

Watson: Don't go anywhere folks, we still have M$J taking on Robbie Rayder and our big tag team main event! We'll be right back! 

Camera cuts to ...

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SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH

Marcu$ $t. John

VS Robbie Rayder

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We return to Tim and Cid, who are standing by! 

Watson: Welcome back! Up next, the North American Champion, the self proclaimed Pinnicle of Paramount, takes on the Young Mogul!

Sydney: Marcu$ $t. John has been really coming into his own lately, I have to say. This will be a really good test to see how far he has come. 

Starr: The following match is set for one fall. Coming to the ring at 6'1" and weighing 210 lbs, it's The Young Mogul, ... MARCU$ $T JOHN!

"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. Marcu$ McGarrett gets out on the entrance stage and money starts falling down 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.

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. He 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.

Pyros hits as "Fast Lane" by Bad Meets Evil ends.

Starr: And the opponent, residing in Alamo, California, weighing in at 225 pounds. He is the North American Champion ... ROBBIE RAYDER!

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 title 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.

DING DING DING

Marcu$ fires a Superkick at Robbie. He catches the foot and spins Marcu$ lifting him for a Belly To Back Suplex. Marcu$ counters it by wrapping his left arm around Robbie's and pulling him down in a near as damnit Arm Drag that he transitions into an Armbar. Before he's able to apply any pressure, Robbie wraps his legs around Marcu$' head and headscissors his way out of the hold. Both quickly get to their feet and Marcu$ charges at Robbie only to eat a Spinning Heel Kick.

Robbie lifts Marcu$ and quickly slips behind him pushing Marcu$ toward the ropes looking for an O'Connor Roll. Marcu$ grabs hold of the rope and Robbie goes rolling backward. Robbie runs at Marcu$ looking for a Clothesline but Marcu$ ducks before hitting Robbie with a Clothesline of his own. Marcu$ lifts Robbie off the mat and dumps him into the corner. Marcu$ runs at Robbie hitting a Clothesline in the corner before hitting him across the chest with a series of shorter Clotheslines. Marcu$ pulls Robbie out of the corner with a Front Facelock but Robbie lifts Marcu$ into the air and pushes him away before leaping onto Marcu$' shoulders, spinning around and hitting a Poisonrana.

Watson: Both fighters feeling each other out here, trying both some high intensity and submission moves to see what will and will not work tonight. 

Sydney: Robbie is trying to test the waters, but M$J is bringing it right to the Dreadnaught. 

Robbie stands over the downed Marcu$ and flexes his shoulders before heaving Marcu$ up and hitting him with a Blitzkrieg, Robbie bridges it as the referee counts

ONE...



TWO...




TH-Kick Out!

Marcu$ manages to roll onto his side breaking the count. Robbie drags Marcu$ into the corner and tries to apply a Star Destroyer. Instead, Marcu$ hits Robbie with Forearms to the gut before turning Robbie around and hitting a Wing Clipper.

ONE...



TWO...



THR-Kick Out!

Robbie manages to roll onto his stomach breaking the count.

Watson: Back and forth with the pinning combinations. These two are very evenly matches

Sydney: This is exactly what I expected from them here. Who will be able to find that one avenue to victory?!

Robbie is somehow first to his feet. He runs at Marcu$ for a Sick Kick but Marcu$ sidesteps him before lifting Robbie and hitting a Bankrupt. He hooks the leg

ONE...



TWO...



THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall MARCU$ $T jOHN!

Marcu$ immediately gets to his feet and leaps to the corner holding his arms in the air in celebration. He demands the referee hand over the championship motioning with his hands around his waist but the referee refuses. Marcu$ exits the ring in a strop before holding his arms in the air in celebration again as he walks to the back.

Watson: WOAH! Can you believe this?! Marcu$ $aint John just pinned the North American champion!!!!

Sydney: Robbie was firmly in this match, this wasn't a squash, but M$J came out of nowhere with that Bankrupt! 

Watson: We are STILL not done folks!!!! The Main Event is still to come! 

Camera cuts to ...

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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
NON-TITLE MATCH
WINNER PICKS STIPULATION FOR CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH AT WORLD WIDE III

The Young Lions

VS The Southern Express

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We return to Tim and Cid. 

Watson: What a night it has already been folks! So many amazing matches and we still have ONE MORE match! 

Sydney: That's right! The Southern Express are chasing history and in their way is the Young Lions. At the Prime brand exclusive pay-per-view World Wide 3 we will see the tag team championships ON THE LINE! Tonight, though, the winner of this match picks the stipulation for that title match. 

Starr: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, From South Los Angeles weighing in at a combined weight of 305 lbs 'The Love Child' Jamie Love and Lorenzo together they are ... THE YOUNG LIONS!

Jamie and Lorenzo step out onto the stage smiling and talking shit to each other as Maria stand in between them rolling her eyes. After a few seconds she shoves them both down the ramp as they continue to talk shit as they get into the ring and wait for their opponents while Maria stands at ringside.

Starr: And the opponents

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

Watson: Final comment before bell sounds

DING DING DING

Jamie and Jimmy start. In a show of respect, they fist bump each other in the ring. A step back before they lock up in a Collar and Elbow Tie Up. Jimmy quickly grabs Jamie's left arm and twists it with an arm wringer before leading him to the corner where Jimmy tags Bobby. Jimmy keeps the hold on as Bobby runs of the ropes and kicks Jamie in the extended arm. Bobby whips Jamie off the ropes before launching him with a Back Drop before tagging Jimmy in. Jimmy stomps on the downed Jamie before lifting him to his feet and re-applying the Arm Wringer. This time Jamie runs up the ropes before leaping into an Arm Drag that sends Jimmy across the ring. Both get up and Jamie attempts a Superkick. Jimmy catches it pushes Jamie's foot away before running at him with a Clothesline. Jamie ducks it and Jimmy bounces off the ropes and eats a Superkick that knocks him off the ropes again before both men hit each other with a Clothesline and both crash to the mat. Bobby is quick to make a tag and he throws the now on his feet Jamie off the ropes. Bobby ducks looking for a Backdrop but Jamie leap frogs him and runs off the opposite ropes. Jamie tilt a whirls around Bobby's arm and over his shoulder before raising a clenched fist at Bobby that makes Bobby back up into the corner. Jamie tags in Lorenzo.

Watsom: Pretty even so far to start out. Both teams feeling each other out and quick tags to keep the men fresh. 

Sydney: This is tag team wrestling at its finest folks! 

Lorenzo and Bobby look like they are going to Lock up in a Collar and Elbow but Bobby punches Lorenzo hard in the side. Bobby follows with a series of rights that have Lorenzo against the ropes. Bobby whips Lorenzo off the ropes, lays face down on the mat as Lorenzo goes over him and tries to Back Drop Lorenzo only for Lorenzo to counter it with a running Blockbuster. Both are on their feet and Lorenzo boots Bobby in the gut backing him up and into the corner. Lorenzo takes some steps back and runs at Bobby hitting a Monkey Flip. Both get to their feet again and Lorenzo applies a Hammerlock. Bobby runs at the ropes and ducks through the ropes Clotheslining Lorenzo with the top rope and sending him flying backward. Lorenzo gets to his feet as Bobby Shoulders him in the gut and pushing him into the corner where he tags Jimmy. As Jimmy gets into the ring, Bobby whips Lorenzo off the ropes and they drop Lorenzo with a Mic Drop. Jimmy makes the cover.


ONE...



TWO...


TH-Kick Out.

Lorenzo just manages to get a shoulder up. Jimmy lifts Lorenzo and tries to Suplex him. Lorenzo blocks it and hits Jimmy with a Suplex of his own. Lorenzo quickly moves out of the way as Jamie comes flying in hitting a top rope Splash. Realizing he's not legal, Jamie leaps to the apron where Lorenzo tags him in. Jamie again climbs to the top rope and drops onto Jimmy with another top rope Splash. He hooks the leg.

ONE...



TWO...




THRE-Kick Out!

Watson: The lions using their high flying abilities to keep the veteran Southern Express off their game a bit. 

Sydney: It's a good strategy, but the Express are just as agile at times. Let's see if they adjust here. 

As Jamie gets to his feet, Bunny leaps onto the apron and starts shaking her hips and...... where was I? Oh yeah, Jamie stares at her with a look of disgust before yelling "The Hell are you doing? You're my God dammed sister!" Bunny pleads her case to Jamie but all it does is give Jimmy the opportunity to roll up Jamie with a hand full of tights for a School Boy as Bunny jumps back to ringside.

ONE...



TWO...




THRE-Kick Out.

Jamie gets to his feet looking angry. Jimmy laughs it off and offers his hand as an apology. Jamie accepts and they shake hands. All smiles. Well it was until Jamie spun Jimmy around and with a handful of tights rolled Jimmy up for a School Boy

ONE...



TWO...



THR-Kick Out.

Watson: There is that veteran approach Cid was talking about. The distraction was just enough to allow the rollup attempt, but the lions countered with their own quick pinfall attempt.

Sydney: The Young Lions are showing that they have learned from the best here tonight. Matching the Express move for move here. 

Maria climbs onto the apron and she shakes her hips the same as Bunny did. Jimmy likes what he sees. He moves closer and closer to Maria his own hips attempting to swivel. Closer and closer unil.....WHAM! Jamie catches Jimmy with a Superkick and he makes the cover.

ONE...



TWO...



THR-Kick Out.

Bobby dives in to break it up. Jamie is on his feet brawling with Bobby as Jimmy slowly gets to his feet and joins the brawl. Lorenzo is in the ring. The referee desperately tries to regain order until all four men clatter into each other. Bobby and Lorenzo roll out of the ring. Jimmy and Jamie are both on the mat and Jamie stretches an arm across Jimmy's chest

ONE...



TWO...



THR-Kick Out.

Jamie tries to lift Jimmy off the mat. Bobby reaches into the ring making the blind tag. Bunny shoves Bobby over the ropes causing him to hit Jamie with a modified Tennessee Destroyer.

ONE...



TWO.. Kick Out!

Well broken up by Lorenzo anyway. Lorenzo grabs Bobby's left arm and a just to his feet Jamie grabs Bobby's right and they hit Bobby with an SLA Shotgun. Jamie covers

ONE...



TWO...Kick Out!

Watson: Now were are heating up folks! Things are getting tense in this match! 

Sydney: The frustration is evident here as neither team can get the win just yet. 

Jamie tags in Lorenzo who leaps into the ring with a Springboard 450 Splash. He hits nothing but canvas as Jimmy pulls Bobby out of the way. Jimmy lifts Lorenzo off the mat as Bobby rolls onto the apron. Jimmy lifts Lorenzo into position as Bobby springs off the ropes hitting a Goodnight Allentown. Bobby makes the cover

ONE...



TWO...

Jamie runs into the ring to break it up but is stopped by Jimmy



THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winners, via pinfall THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!

All four are down. Bunny and Maria help their men to their feet. Jimmy and Jamie stagger to the centre of the ring. Both exchange another fist bump.

Watson: The Southern Express have done it! They will get to set the terms for World Wide 3!

Sydney: The Young Lions were THIS close to winning this match! Wow, what a night!!! What a match! 


Bobby and Jimmy motions for Isabella Starr to hand them microphones as Bunny Love climbs into the ring, holding both EWC Tag Team Championship belts, they take the microphones and turn back towards Jamie and Lorenzo.

Rose: You two fought well tonight, we know how much you wanted to head into World Wide III riding some momentum and being able to set the terms of our Tag Team Championship match but…

Lane: That task falls on us and we have talked long and hard about this match boys, what it means to us, we have a chance at history at World Wide III and we don’t want anything or anyone to taint that history, we don't want anyone to have any excuses to why we broke the record or why we won so…

Rose: We will put EWC’s 15’ high steel cage up around the ring to insure that when that bell rings it will be us four fighting it out for those…

Bobby and Jimmy point to Bunny, who raises the EWC Tag Team Championships into the air

Rose: It will be The Southern Express verses The Young Lions, we will either make history or the two of you will that night in Glasglow, Scotland...

Lane: We are willing to put our bodies through hell one more time in order to go down as the greatest tag team in the history of the EWC inside that cage boys...

Rose: But we have this one added stipulation…

Lane: You two have to beat us to win them…

Rose: Escaping the cage will not win the match, pin falls or submissions , that’s the only way one of us are walking out of World Wide III as the EWC Tag Team Championships…

Lane: So boys, may the best team win…

Bobby and Jimmy both extend their hands towards Jamie and Lorenzo who nod and shake The Southern Express’s hands.


Watson: THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS! The Southern Express will be putting the titles on the line in a steel cage match where escaping the cage is NOT an option!! Folks, we are completely out of time tonight! It's been such an amazing night of wrestling. We will see you in two weeks when we return to Canada when Paramount Wrestling comes to New Brunswick! For Cid Sydney, I am Tim Watson saying see ya later! 

The scene of The Young Lions and The Southern Express in the ring fades to black as the show comes to a close. 

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Jason Anderson The Boss
Emma Louise
MERCENARY & Wes Walker
EPFTW!
Rotten Mark Keaton
Darius
TheSouthernExpress

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Emma Louise

MATCH TWO
WRITER: @daviddunham

MATCH THREE
WRITER:Emma Louise


MATCH FOUR
WRITER: David Miller

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: @daviddunham

MATCH SIX
WRITER: Jake Lumas


MATCH SEVEN
WRITER:  Emma Louise

MATCH EIGHT| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Emma Louise

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RECAP OF WINNERS

SINGLES MATCH
Jake Caxide Vs Adriana Aquilla 
WINNER: Jake Caxide

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Omek(PINNED) Vs Mercenary Vs Isabella
WINNER: Isabella 

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SINGLES MATCH
Roozilla(N/S) Vs Killjoy Ito 
WINNER: Killjoy Ito

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SINGLES MATCH / NON-TITLE MATCH
Stitches  Vs El Pablo
WINNER: Stitches

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THREE WAY DANCE 
Wes Walker Vs Jake Lumas Vs James Keaton (PINNED)
WINNER: Jake Lumas
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CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Laura Perelli Vs David Miller
WINNER: and STILL CW Broadcast Champion: David Miller 

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SINGLES MATCH / NON-TITLE MATCH
Marcu$ $t. John Vs Robbie Rayder
WINNER: Marcu$ $t. John

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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE / NON-TITLE MATCH
The Young Lions Vs The Southern Express
WINNERS: The Southern Express

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Jake Lumas Stitches TheSouthernExpress
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: EPFTW!  Vs Stitches

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