PARAMOUNT WRESTLING #008 - GUADALAJARA

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PARAMOUNT WRESTLING #008 - GUADALAJARA Jun 23, 2021 20:18:57 GMT -6 "La Belicista" Isabella likes this

Post by PARAMOUNT on Jun 23, 2021 20:18:57 GMT -6

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents

** It's Almost Time for an INVASION **

EPISODE #008

June 23RD, 2021

LIVE! from the VFG Arena- Guadalajara, Mexico

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.

“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 VFG Arena!

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

The fans packing the Cow Palace tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Guadalajara 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, showing the Paramount Wrestling Logo...

As more pyro goes off the the Paramount Wrestling logo appears and flashes of the roster appear on the screen such as Mercenary, Emma Louise, Wes Walker, Marcu$ $t. John, Gabriel Ohio, Roozilla, Laura Perelli, Adriana Aquilla, Nevaeh, Darius, El Pablo, Jake Lumas, Joe Kane, Killjoy Ito, Jason Rayne, James Keaton, Isabella, Jason Hunter, Jason Caxide, Amadeus Coleman III, Bathsheba, and JFS. Then, the camera cuts to a series of shots of the Paramount Wrestling champions; Stitches with the X-Division Championship, David Miller with the CW Broadcast Championship, The Southern Express & Bunny Love with the Tag Team Championships, and then finally Robbie Rayder and the North American Championship.

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 VFG Arena with them here tonight. The Paramount Wrestling fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:

"JORDAN? I CAME HERE FOR SAIDE!"

"I HAVE FAITH IN NEVAEH"

"KU IS BACK"

"KILLJOY IS NO FUN"

"Marcu$ $t John >> Vi¢ter Pri¢e"

"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: Buenas noches y bienvenido! Welcome to Paramount Wrestling from the home of Tequilla, Guadalajara, Mexico! We are live from the VFG arena and this building is PACKED with thousands of Tapatio's who are here for the best wrestling product on the planet! I am Tim Watson, and with me as always is Cid Sydney!

Sydney: It's great to be back with another episode of Paramount Wrestling! We have an amazing lineup for you tonight, MULTIPLE X-division matches, a tag team triple threat, and then that BIG CW Broadcast championship match in the main event. Will tonight be the night that David Miller ends as no longer the CW Broadcast Champion?

Watson: Isabella and Jake Lumas have been knocking at the door for a while now and this is by far the biggest challenge yet for the champion.

Sydney: Of the four inaugural Broadcast champions only Miller and Rampage's Asriel Buzzard remain as champion. Buzzard will be fighting for the United States championship at Scars and Stripes in July, so we shall see who is the last of the inaugural champion. Tonight thought we have so many people in action, Marcu$ $t. John, Killjoy Ito, King Flip from Brawl, Stitches, The Southern Express, New tag team the High School Prom Committee, Roozila, Adriana Aquilla, Nevah, the Paramount debut of Jordan Sharpe..

Watson: 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 -

Tim is cut off as "Burn It Down" blares throughout the arena as smoke billows from the stage. Darius comes marching out with Elissa in hand, a wide smile on his face, and a Paramount Wrestling shirt under his coat. Darius marches down the ramp and then rolls into the ring, taking a microphone from one of the crew as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction.

Darius: That’s right, folks … After some much needed rest and relaxation, your favorite X-Division psychopath is back, and just in time too apparently! In two weeks, Brawl is going to invade our walls and they are going to attack the foundation we’ve been building ever since Paramount made its debut! Do you all think you’re ready for them? Do you think you have what it takes to put Brawl in their place …I don’t. None of you stand a chance … without proper leadership. That’s where I come into play, kiddos. You’ve lucked out because I’m cleared and ready to go, so I’m here to make the official announcement that I will be taking the reins as captain of Paramount for the invasion! I was part of Brawl for a long time, so I know the ins and outs, so who better to lead the charge than -

Before he can finish his statement “Fast Lane” plays from the sound system. Marcu$ $t. John comes out with a mic and a big grin on his face.

Marcu$ $t. John: Did you just say “we’ve been building”? Darius either you’re stupid, confused, or all of the above. All those X Division matches must have really impacted your brain cells. Now I could have sworn I took out the trash at Uprising but here you are with your skank standing in my ring and I don’t appreciate it. Then you have the audacity to call yourself Captain of Paramount. You obviously didn’t read our contract for the match we had.

Darius: What? Of course I read it. Now drag your ass, I’m not -

Marcu$ $t. John: Obviously you didn’t read it well enough. You see, there was some fine print at the bottom of that contract. That fine print stated that if you lost your match to me that you would be FIRED from Paramount!!! Now get your ass off my show!

The crowd is completely shocked by this statement and don’t know whether to boo or cheer based off this shocking revelation of news. Darius and Elissa look on confused and shocked as well as M$J stands up on the ramp smiling from ear to ear. He waves towards the back and 12 security guards come out and surround the ring. With the snap of his fingers, they all get into the ring and grab both of them and the crowd watches as they get lifted to the back while kicking and screaming as M$J wipes away a fake tear and mouths “I will miss you” to both of them.

Watson: WELL THAT'S ONE WAY TO HANDLE IT! Apparently Darius is no longer part of Paramount Wrestling Roster!

Sydney: Brilliant move there by M$J, and I guess this is goodbye to Darius!

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SINGLES MATCH

Marcu$ $t. John

VS Killjoy Ito

Watson: Fans, I have just received word that we are just seconds away from a surprise announcement, before the action gets underway here tonight.

The arena lights dim as the X-Tron lights up again, displaying the official lyrics music video of The Rolling Stones ‘Sympathy for the Devil’.

Please allow me to introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long years
Stole million man's soul an’ faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

A video plays of a darkened figure performing a jumping cutter on another performer.

Stuck around St. Petersburg

When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed Tsar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

A video plays of the same darkened figure setting a ringside table on fire.

I watched with glee

While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

A third video plays showing the darkened figure repeatedly slamming a chair against the knee of a third performer.

Just as every cop is a criminal

And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politnesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste,
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name.

The X-Tron switches over to a silhouette of a person whose voice is disguised by a voice modifier.

Silhouette: Hello, ladies and germs. That's right, Just when you thought it was safe, I'm baaack!

Malignant laughter emanates from the silhouette for several seconds.

Have you guessed my name yet? No, it’s not Lucifer. However, after the sheer torture and agonizing pain that I will put you through, should you step inside the ring with me, you may very well believe you just met Lucifer himself.

Until next time… and trust me, next time will come much sooner than you think.

The lights come back to full as the X-Tron goes dark. We return to ringside where we are preparing for our first match of the night.

Watson: I have to wonder who that could be? I guess we will find out soon enough! In the meantime, I am so hyped for this match up.

Sydney: It could be great but it is only the first match of the night. Chill out Watson.

Starr: The following match is a singles match. Joining us first, from Daly City, California, weighing in at 235 pounds ... KILLJOY ITO!

"Deeper, Deeper" plays from the speakers.

Starr: And his opponent, from Silicon Valley, weighing in at 220 pounds ... MARCU$ $T. JOHN!

"Fast Lane" by Bad Meets Evil plays.

DING DING DING

The two competitors go face to face as they lock up. Ito locks in a hammer lock which is quickly countered by $t. John. $t. John sends Ito into the ropes. Ito rebounds with a lariat. $t. John is on the ground for a split second before kipping up and jawwing at Ito. Ito keeps his composure as another collar and elbow tie up ensues. Ito Irish whips $t. John into the ropes. As $t. John rebounds he is met with a swift dropkick from his opponent. Ito stays on the offensive with stomps.

After about five stomps, $t. John catches Ito's foot. He makes it to his feet. Ito attempts an enziguri but $t. John ducks it. $t. John holds onto Ito's leg and locks in a Boston crab. The referee gets in position checking on Ito who writhes in pain as $t. John pulls back on the hold.

Watson: Swift action to start off, but already Marcu$ $t. John is showing off how quickly he can lock in a submission!

Sydney: I don't know that this will do it for M$J, but its damn impressive!

Ito is able to get free and over to the ropes for a quick break, but he gets right back to it as the two competitors battle back and forth neither one wanting to waver. Rights and lefts are exchanged before Ito gains the upper hand. He hits three strikes consecutively before sweeping $t. John's leg out from under him. Ito hits the ropes as $t. John makes it to a knee. He is met with a thunderous knee from Ito. Ito goes for a cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THR-NO!

$t. John gets a shoulder up and rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. He turns his attention to Buddy. Ito slides out and gets in $t. John's face. $t. John slides into the ring and awaits Ito. $t. John runs at Ito and catches his arm. He drops Ito's chin on his boot for EAT DEFEAT!

Watson: WOW, Marcu$ $t. John is really showing his growth as a fighter with his ability to turn on a dime against the veteran, Ito.

Sydney: That Eat Defeat is a big move, but Ito doesn't seem like he's going to stay down just yet.

The two men have shown what they are made of as they face to face again. Ito attempts to run the opposite direction. $t. John has ahold of his arm. He pulls Ito in and locks in the Million Dollar Dream. Ito falls to his knees as the referee checks his arm, lifting it. It falls.

1!

Lifting it again. Again it falls.

2!

Lifting it a third time and Ito holds it up. He fights to his feet. Ito hits five elbows to the midsection of $t. John. $t. John breaks the hold as Ito goes on the offensive. He runs at $t. John and drives his knee into $t. John's face again. $t. John bounces off the ropes. Ito locks in the Long Goodnight!!! Marcu$ fights it with every fiber of his being, but he is in the middle of the ring and cannot get away from Killjoy. $t. John has no choice but to tap out!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, submission KILLJOY ITO!

$t. John tries to trip Ito but he steps out of the way and slides out of the ring as Ito and Buddy celebrate up the ramp.

Watson: Both of these men put in a valiant effort, but Killjoy Ito picks up a BIG win against the #1 contender to the North American championship.

Sydney: There could only be one winner though. Will this put Killjoy in the running for a shot at the North American championship?

Watson: We will find out, i'm sure! We have so many more matches coming your way tonight folks. Don't change that dial, we will be right back!

Camera cuts to ...

TRIPLE THREAT X-DIVISION RULES MATCH
NON-TITLE

Wes Walker

VS King Flip
VS Stitches

We return to ringside where Starr waits to call the next contest.

Watson: It's time for an X-Division throwdown!

Sydney: Wes Walker has been here before with Stitches, going back to Paramount 1, but King Flip has been pining for this match for along time now. Let's see what happens!

Starr: The following match is a triple threat x-division match scheduled for one fall.

Pyros hit and "Perfection Through Silence" by Finch begins to play, Wes Walker comes from behind the curtain.

Starr: Introducing first, from Galstow, Ireland... weighing in at 185 pounds... WAAALKEEERRR!!!

He bows his head, takes in the cheers, and walks down the aisle into the ring. He slides under the bottom rope in a quick motion, getting to his feet in the ring. 'Machinegun' begins to play as the man in the hooded vest, head low, emerges from the curtain with barbed-wire wrapped bat in hand and manager Chanel in tow. He gets to the edge of the rampway when he lifts his hood to reveal that arrogant half smile.

Starr: And his opponent, making his way to the ring accompanied by Chanel, from the land of money and fame... weighing in at 220 pounds... Kiiiing Flip!!

He walks slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on Wes Walker. Flip walks around to the far steps, resting the bat against them, then slides into the ring and leans against the turnbuckle. 'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark.

Starr: And their opponent, hailing from the carnival of shattered dreams... weighing in at 260 pounds... he is the X-DIVISION CHAMPION... STITCHEEESSS!!!

As the beat in the music drops Stitches appears from behind the curtain, X-Division title over his shoulder. 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, hands his championship belt to the referee, and sits down in the corner of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring.

DING DING DING

Flip has his hands up, chest level, and is saying something to Wes Walker when Stitches comes rushing forth. The carnival clown just misses the clothesline with Flip rolling under. Wes with the flying knee to the champion. No! Stitches catches him, sit-out powerbomb. Flip winces from the corner. Stitches is right back up, right hand wiping that filthy hair away as he makes eye contact with Flip. The King took throws his hands up again as Stitches stands up, eyes narrowing. Flip is motioning for Stitches to just continue and he'll just watch. Stitches with a few boots to keep Wes down before running right at the man in the corner. Another missed clothesline as Flip slips away through the ropes. Stitches turns back to Wes and is caught up in a small package!

ONE...

TWO...

NO! Kick out from Stitches.

Watson: Some good back and forth here to start off.

Sydney: They are all just feeling each other out here, trying to find that opportunity to cash in so to speak.

Both men, Stitches and Wes Walker, are on their feet in the ring and about to tear each other apart. Wes makes eye contact with a waving King Flip who is now kicking back on a steel chair with a tub of popcorn. Wes points behind Stitches, but the clown isn't falling for the 'look behind you' trick. He grapples with Wes in the center of the ring, the two fighting for foot position and placement when Wes shoves the champion off. The two had moved enough for Wes to now point behind himself at the lounging third party. The two men nod and quickly surround the King. He throws the tub at the clown and evades a flying knee. Wes Walker collides with the steel chair and guardrail to the audible shock of the audience. King Flip is slowly backing away from an approaching Stitches who has grown more and more frustrated with these antics.

Watson: Flip might be in some trouble here now!

Sydney: The ol' Popcorn spectator trick only works for so long Tim. I tried it once in Toledo, but my opponent immediately caught me!

Stitches takes chase after King Flip, stopping as Flip rounds the second corner running for his bat. Stitches slides into the ring and gets to his feet as the King clutches the barbed-wire bat. He ushers Flip to enter the ring with the weapon, challenging him to the excitement of the crowd. They want to see it, too, but King Flip makes his way to Wes Walker instead. Wes folds the steel chair and swings it around to keep his distance. Stitches slowly slides outside the ring behind Flip to get the man with the bat cornered between their opponents. They both taunt like they're going to come after Flip, all three trying to jockey for position. Chanel shrieks as she runs directly into a lethal lariat from Stitches. Flip with a full swing of the baseball bat to the back of the clown with Wes right behind him. CRACK! Steel chair to the face of the King who couldn't evade this one.

Watson: STEEL CHAIR TO THE FACE! King Flip might be knocked out right now!

Sydney: Flip was trying to tap into his inner Harley Quinn with the baseball bat, but Wes was right there to make him pay!

Stitches is just to his feet and turning around. CRACK! Steel chair to the face from Wes Walker, who tosses the chair with a smile. He pins Flip, who appears motionless.

ONE...

TWO...

NO! King Flip kicks out with authority. Wes Walker quickly transitions to a cover on Stitches.

ONE...

TWO...

NO! Kick out by Stitches and Wes Walker is getting a little frustrated. He rails into the clown's face with a few right hands before lifting and rolling him into the ring. He turns around, picks up the chair, and turns to Flip. CRACK! Steel chair to the back before Wes Walker slides into the ring with the weapon. Chanel is quick to scurry on all fours to her associate in an attempt to help him get up and continue the fight. Stitches has found a vertical position in a corner and leaps away from a wild steel chair swing. He positions against the ropes as Wes Walker comes madly swinging again. The clown just leaps out of the way in time. CRACK! The steel chair bounces hard off the top rope and collides with Wes Walker's face! [][] Stitches positions as Walker stumbles. SOUND OF SILENCE ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! He transitions into the headlock with the legs grapevined around Walker's torso. Walker taps!

DING DING DING

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

Stitches grabs the X-Division championship from the referee as he stares directly at King Flip, as if to tell him "this is MY title!" Wes rolls out of the ring and Flip walks backwards back down the aisle to the curtain.

Watson: All three fighters were in this right until the end, but Stitches saw the ability to get that submission in and he hit pay dirt!

Sydney: Wes had no choice here, he knew he was going to take unnecessary damage by fighting the submission. And Flip.. Well, Flip just wanted to hurt some mothereffer's and he did just that.

Watson: We have so much more to come folks, including that massive Main Event! Don't go anywhere folks!!

The camera cuts backstage to find Paramount’s Lisa Goldrush standing outside GM Chris Brock’s office. The door opens and out steps the EWC Tag Team Champions, Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane of The Southern Express along with their manager Bunny Love. The trio is all smiles as they see Lisa, who walks up to them.

Goldrush: Ladies and gentlemen we got word that our General Manager has summoned the tag team champions to his office and that meeting seems to have ended and rumors have been afloat that this meeting was about some of the underhand methods the two of you have used in recent matches to pick up the victories.

Bobby looks at Jimmy, who is looking at Bobby, both wearing an innocent expressions on their faces

Rose: Us use ‘underhand methods’ to win, Lisa…

Lane: This is blasphemy Miss Goldrush…

Rose: Ok sure, I faked a heart attack against Lorenzo and tricked him into thinking I might be dying only to roll him up into a small package for the win but that was just a harmless rib on a rookie…

Lane: And sure I blasted King Flip in the face with a chair getting myself DQ’ed but it helped Paramount get the overall win over Team EWC and Emma and honestly it was just Flip so nobody really cared that I crowned him…

Love: This meeting wasn’t about any punishment Chris Brock was levying on us…quite the contrary Lisa…
The trio flashes huge smiles

Rose: We have been informed by our GM that due to us…The Southern Express…earning MVP Honors at Uprising we have been named Team Captains of the team heading to Parabellum to represent Paramount…

Goldrush: You’re kidding me?

Lane: Nope, the three of us have been tasked with picking the people that will make up our team when we face off against the best of Brawl, Rampage and Prime…

Rose: Now, we could name ourselves to the team along with two other members of the roster…

Lane: Or just name one of us and pick three members of the roster…

Love: Or even yet name ME the head cheerleader and allow me to pick all four members…

Bobby and Jimmy look at Bunny like she’s crazy

Rose: But starting right now every member of the Paramount roster is auditioning for one of those spots and myself, Jimmy and Bunny will be watching…
Lane: We will take from what you’ve done this season…

Love: And at Paramount #009 we will name the team that will represent Paramount at Parabellum…So let the games begin!!!

Lisa nods at this news

Goldrush: And as for tonight…

Rose: As for tonight Jimmy and I are stepping into the ring with the newest tag team in the EWC, The High School Prom Committee and Bruh…let me tell you something bruh…

Lane: Like my bruh was saying bruh, it’s going to be nuts bruh…tell her about she-bruh…

Bunny shakes her head, not wanting to play the SE’s game

Love: Listen Stevie, think of this as your very own PSA announcement…do not try and live a lifestyle like these two morons…the crap they pulled in the 80’s will get you ‘cancelled’ today and NOBODY can do the amount of cocaine these two did back in their day…

Jimmy leans in

Lane: Allegedly and listen to all the PETA people out there that Llama made the first move on Bobby…

Rose: Yeah it did, it gave me those ‘fuck me eyes’…

Love: My point is NOBODY can live up to what these two did and have done both inside that ring and outside of it so if you came here to become the Southern Express 2.0 save yourself the time and lawsuits and pack it in now because there is no other, will be no other…can never be another Southern Express…

Rose: And as for the other team in tonight’s match well…Roo we are pulling for you bruh…

Lane: We hope you seal the deal with Addy…

Rose: And you get that ‘HAPPY ENDING’ bruh…

Bobby and Jimmy high five as Bunny rolls her eyes

Love: Tonight we go for win number 10 this season and continue on down the road towards our date with history!!!! BRUH’S…

Bobby and Jimmy both ‘mark out’ when she lands the ‘bruh’s’ and wrap their arms around her and walk off camera

Backstage we see Erica Marie and her coach, both wearing red, white & blue track suits, standing in front of the PW backdrop. Erica appears to be imitating a boxer as she throws a combination of punches at the air in front of her. Even though she looks adorable doing her impersonation of Rocky Balboa, her form looks legit.

Coach Otto: All right, kid. You're up next. Just remember what we talked about on the flight here. Keep your focus on Bathsheba and Amadeus, and I'll keep an eye on Father Mathias and Jaxon; make sure they don't get in the ring. Your job is to make sure you don't get thrown out. You can't afford to let it come down to just them. You need to be vigilant. Strike hard, strike fast. Keep your head on a swivel and you'll do just fine. Got it?

Erica stops throwing punches and looks up at Coach Otto.

Erica Marie: Understood, Coach.

Coach Otto: Oh, and keep in mind that while Bathsheba may look like a demon, I assure you she's mortal. Don't let her appearance or behavior get to you; she can be defeated like anyone else.

Erica Marie: Got it.

Coach Otto: As for Amadeus Coleman, he thinks he's better than everyone. Likely to take his attention off you if he's feeling particularly proud of himself. He'll probably try to hit his version of The Tailgater the first chance he gets. Make sure you're ready to give him yours instead. After all, nobody makes it look as good as you do.

Erica Marie: Thank you, I appreciate you saying that. You've been strategizing, huh?

Coach Otto: Just calling it how I see it. You got this, kid. Now let's go out there and pick us up a victory, shall we?

Erica Marie: Sure thing, Coach! Game on!

Erica walks off-camera toward the ring as Coach Otto watches her depart. He gives the camera a wink before heading off behind her, calling out.

Coach Otto: Hey, wait for me!

The scene comes to an end as we transition back to ringside for our next match.

TAG TEAM SHOWCASE

KU & James Keaton

VS JFS & Emma Louise

We return to ringside as Tim and Cid are standing by.

Watson: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Paramount Wrestling from Guadalajara, Mexico! It’s already been a night of chaos and action, and our next match is no different! Jordan Freakin’ Sharpe is making his debut as a member of the Paramount roster! He teams with Emma Louise to take on “The Wicked” James Keaton and KU, the man who blames JFS for the death of his long time partner, Cherry.

Sydney: Loves blinds from reality sometimes Tim, and that is what happened here with KU. He blames JFS for Cherry’s death, for some reason, and cannot see the forrest for the trees. Now he is in bed with Frankie and the Romano family it seems, which brings an entirely new set of twists and turns to the story. Tonight though, these two will end up in the ring at the same time, that much is all but certain. What happens when we get there? That is anyone’s guess.

Watson: Let’s find out, shall we Cid?

Starr: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Tag Team Showcase! Introducing first… From Saporo, Hokkaido, Japan.. Weighing in at 230 pounds… he is…. KUUUUUUUU!!

“Fuck it” by Seether blares over the speaker system as KU methodically walks down the aisle and toward the ring. He climbs on to the apron and rolls under the bottom rope before popping up to one knee and beginning to prepare for the match.

Starr: His partner, from London, England… He is “The Wicked”...JJJJJJJJJJames…. KKKKKeeeeeaatonnnn!!!

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.

Starr: And their opponents. First, from the UK, she is Ever Beautiful… Very Dangerous… She is… EMMA… LLLLLOUUUIIIISSSSEEE!!!!

'Angel On My Shoulder' plays and Emma Louise steps through the curtain. She turns her back to the crowd as she raises her arms over her head in the shape of an X before looking over her shoulder at the crowd. As she turns around she holds her arm out with the middle three fingers on her right hand pointing down and her thumb and pinkie pointing to the sides. Emma walks down the isle half walking half bobbing to the music. She walks up the steps and through the ropes before performing the same X shape raised arms and over the shoulder look.

Starr: And her partner… Making his Paramount Wrestling debut.. From New Brunswick, Canada.. He is “Simply The Best”..... JJJJJORDAN… FFFFREAKIN’.... SHHHHHARRRPPEEE!!!!

“You ain’t ready” by Skillet begins to blare. JFS comes out with Carley California and heads down to the ring, high fiving some fans along the way and slides under the bottom rope before popping up and going to his corner, talking over last minute strategy with his partner for the evening.

Referee Matt Mercer quickly checks all four fighters before turning to the timekeeper and calling for the bell.

DING DING DING

Emma and JFS talk it over in their corner and decide that Emma will start off. On the other side of the ring, James Keaton tells KU that he will start. Keaton smiles as he comes to the center of the ring. With over a 100 pound weight advantage, Keaton calls for a test of strength, but Emma isn’t biting. She slides in between Keaton’s legs and sends a push kick into the back of his knee, which causes it to buckle, but Keaton does not leave his feet. Emma takes this brief chance to hit the ropes and come off, looking for a jumping cross body, but Keaton is quick to grab Emma. He holds her there for a moment before swinging her legs out and turning it into a DDT. Instead of just landing it though, he rolls with it into a neckbreaker. He calls that the Wicked DDT!

Emma’s body makes a loud THUD as Keaton wrenches in the necklock. Emmy Lou is searching for any gap in the hold to escape, but finding none, she resorts to trying to kip up to break the hold. The first attempt does not go well, and this causes JFS to start moving as if he’s going to enter the ring and break the hold, but Referee Matt Mercer warns him that he is not the legal person. Emma tries to kip up out of the hold again and this time is able to create just a little separation, which allows Emma to breathe as she rubs her neck, trying to get some feeling into it. Keaton is quick to bring Louise to her feet, sending her to the ropes. On the rebound, Keaton grabs Emma into a spinebuster, but Emma is able to get enough height that he is able to transition into a head scissor take down, sending Jame Keaton to the mat! Keaton gets right back up and charges at Emma, this time Emma is able to use Keaton’s own momentum and lands a Troop Plunge (Tilt a whirl sitout Gordbuster)! Emma rolls to her corner and tag in JFS just as Keaton does the same, tagging in KU!

Watson: Keaton had that necklock in for a good long while, but the ever crafty Emma Louise was able to find a way out and that Gordbuster was a thing of beauty!

Sydney: Forget about that TIm. KU and JFS are the legal fighters in this match. Shit is about to get real!

JFS comes through the ropes and immediately taps his hands together, signaling that he is ready to throw hands. On the other side of the ring, KU enters and quickly charges the former Indy and Undisputed champion. They IMMEDIATELY start exchanging punches.

JFS

KU

JFS

KU

JFS

KU

JFS

KU

They go back and forth at a pace that does not seem to be human. Just one right after the other until finally KU is able to land a punch that takes JFS off balance, but Jordan doesn’t let his grip go and brings KU down with him. Theft are now on the mat and still throwing hands! The crowd is going wild, showing their appreciation for the scene in front of them. The fists are starting to slow down now as both men each get to their knees. Right hand by JFS. Left hand by KU. Right by JFS… Left by KU. Ku quickly follows it up with a quick eye poke that draws a warning from Matt Mercer, but it brings JFS away from the exchange as he holds his eyes, checking for damage. JFS rolls to the corner, but KU doesn’t give him a moment to breathe as he charges into the corner. JFS was baiting KU though as he throws a push kick to the midsection of KU, grabbing him by the waist,picking up and landing the Ode to Milo! The sit down powerbomb connects as JFS goes for the cover…

ONE…

TWO…

TH-Kickout!

Watson: I don’t understand how either of these men are still even moving right now after that barrage of punches, but JFS almost put KU away there with the powerbomb and this match continues!

JFS rolls back and tags back out to the fresher Emma Louise. Emma comes charging in after KU, but KU is ready for it and he side steps Emma, sending her head over feet into the corner. KU quickly goes to the opposite corner, prepares himself and then runs at Emma, jumping and hitting the corner shotgun dropkick that he calls the final bullet! The impact is is heard all the way in the nose-bleeds as Emma Louise’s face bounces off the middle turnbuckle. KU doesn’t even give Matt Mercer the chance to to check on her as he drags Emma upa nd goes for a powerbomb, but transitions it into a stungun that has Emma’s throat connect directly with the top rope before she crumples to the mat and rolls to under the bottom rope and falls to the outside. Matt Mercer looks to Emma on the outside and she is not moving. He begins his mandatory count…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

FIVE…

Emma slowly starts to stir.

SIX…

SEVEN…

She is trying to get her hand on the ring apron to pick her self up. JFS is trying to get the crowd behind her by calling on them to rally for her.

EIGHT…

Emma’s hand grazes the apron, but she cannot get a grasp on it.

NINE…

TEN!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: Here are your winners, via countout… James Keaton and KUUUUUU!!!!!

Watson: What brutality from KU here. He had no interest in pinning his opponents. Only inflicting pain and delivering punishment.

Sydney: This pairing of KU and James Keaton may have been random tonight, but thbey could not have worked better together. They both want to dole out punishment and they both have very little care for anything else.

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

Bathsheba

VS Erica Marie
VS Amadeus Coleman III

We return to ringside where Tim and Cid are standing by

Watson: Welcome back to Paramount Wrestling, folks! Up next we have a good one for you. Two new comers to Paramount and a staple of Prime go at it in a triple threat match!

Sydney: I am very interested in this one. I love seeing the young blood of Paramount stake their claim, and that Bathsheba woman scares the bajeebus out of me!

Starr: The following match is a Triple Threat! Joining us first, from Ladera Heights, California, weighing in at 165-pounds ... He is Wrestling's Biggest Commodity ... AMADEUS COLEMAN!

Amadeus walks onto stage as 'Money' begins to play over the speakers. His heavy, Isaiah Jackson stands behind him, arms crossed, as Amadeus drops to his knees with his arms spread wide, golden pyro shooting up behind the both of them. Isaiah rises and makes his way down the ramp, Isaiah following closely behind. Amadeus leaps onto the apron, and waits for Isaiah to open up the middle and top ropes before he makes his away through, quickly climbing the turnbuckle and spreading his arms once again.

Starr: And his opponent, from Babylon, weighing in at 130-pounds ... The Whore of Babylon ... BATHSHEBA!

As the violin starts the arena plunges into darkness and stays pitch black for the first 40 seconds until the piano starts. When it does a red spotlight shines down shines down on Father Mathias who is cackling with laughter. After another 20 seconds he slams his cane on the stage which causes fire to shoot up from the stage behind him to the left and right. Bathsheba comes crawling out from under the stage and stops when she gets to Father Mathias' feet. Together they go to the ring where Bathsheba slides under the bottom rope where she listens to Father Mathias' last minute instructions.

Starr: And their opponent, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 115-pounds ... She is Miss America ... ERICA MARIE!

"American Girl" by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers plays as Erica Marie steps through the curtain, having removed the tracksuit she was wearing. Coach Otto accompanies her. She salutes the crowd before walking to the ring waving to as many fans as she can. She climbs the steps and enters the ring, going to her corner to await the start of the match.

DING DING DING

Erica Marie is in her corner, waiting to see who makes the first move--a sound strategy when it comes to these triple threat matches. Bathsheba is contorting her body in ways a body's not meant to bend, as she dangles like a spider from the top turnbuckle. She slips off and starts crawling toward the center of the ring. The look on Amadeus' face says it all: what the fuck?! Meanwhile, Erica looks disturbed. So much so that she actually drops to her knees, then her stomach, and rolls right out of the ring. She's freaking out, but Coach Otto is there to help calm her down. Meanwhile, Amadeus steps up to the plate against The Whore of Babylon, immediately going on the offensive with a Jumping Knee Strike, but Bathsheba bends backward, not allowing the move to connect. Amadeus spins back around and immediately starts dishing out some stiff Knife Edge Chops, pressing Bathsheba into the corner. He whips her across the ring into the opposite side. Bathsheba bounces off the turnbuckle as Amadeus charges the ropes. As Bathsheba stumbles out of the corner, Amadeus leaps up onto the top rope and flips in mid-air as he connects with a Springboard Crossbody on Bathsheba. Amadeus makes a quick cover, one arm hooking a leg and the other to press down on Bathsheba's shoulders... WHICH PROVES TO BE A HUGE MISTAKE AS BATHSHEBA GRABS THAT ARM AND SINKS HER TEETH RIGHT INTO IT! Amadeus is forced to let her go before the referee even slaps the mat once. Bathsheba rolls over on to her stomach and slithers away just as Erica Marie rolls back into the ring, now looking a little less frightened than she was earlier. Amadeus is holding his left arm where Bathsheba bit him, but we can see blood start to trickle out from between his fingers. He's probably going to need a rabies shot when this is all said and done... or least some stitches.

Watson: BATHSHEBA JUST PULLED A MIKE TYSON! She bit Amadeus' arm!

Sydney: Someone get an exorcist in here STAT!

Coach Otto is shown at ringside telling Father Mathias not to try something funny. Meanwhile, Jaxon looks a little disgusted by what Bathsheba did to his client's arm. Inside the ring, Erica Marie moves like a bullet from one side to the other, ducking beneath a Clothesline attempt by Amadeus... but stopping dead in her tracks as soon as she gets face-to-face with Bathsheba! Amadeus nails Erica from behind with a Super Kick to the back of her head! The fans start to boo as Erica, holding her head with both of her hands, rolls toward the ropes and rests beneath them. Bathsheba and Amadeus lock up. Amadeus throws Bathsheba toward the corner like a man throwing something sticky and unpleasant into a trash can. He follows up with a Single Leg Dropkick which puts Bathsheba on her butt in the corner. He follows up with a Cannonball! Coach Otto is checking on Erica, holding up two fingers and asking her if she knows how many he's holding up. We hear her respond correctly. No brain damage, thank God, but Erica's looking a little worse for wear.

Watson: Erica Marie might be in trouble here, I think she's seeing stars!

Sydney: One for every state in the Union, Tim!

Amadeus and Bathsheba are trading blows back and forth. We see quite a bit of blood on Coleman's arm; some caked on, some still oozing out. He's starting to look a little faint, but his obvious dislike and disgust at his opponent is evidently clear, and he powers through. Each time Bathsheba hits him, he hits back, but as he tries to knock her down with a Short Arm Clothesline--using his good arm--she ducks. Kick to Amadeus' midsection, followed by a perfect Evenflow DDT! Amadeus rolls out of the ring where Jaxon checks up on him. Bathsheba stares at them, licking her lips and looking altogether mental, buying Erica Marie time to sneak up behind her. Erica grabs Bathsheba by the neck, runs up the top turnbuckle, spins around and brings Bathsheba crashing to the mat with America The Beautiful! Father Mathias climbs up on the ring apron and grabs the referee's attention so Bathsheba can't be pinned. Erica, covering Bathsheba now, doesn't understand why the referee hasn't started counting. She looks around her, sees the referee ordering Father Mathias to get down. Erica gets off Bathsheba and goes over to the ref. Father Mathias jumps off the apron and acts like nothing's wrong. Bathsheba's getting to her feet again. Turn around, Erica! NOW BATHSHEBA'S SPITTING BLOOD INTO ERICA'S FACE... NO, SCRATCH THAT! Somehow Erica moves out of the way JUST IN TIME and the blood sprays over the referee's shirt. He looks like he's going to puke and who can blame him?! Erica with a kick to Bathsheba's stomach. She runs and rebounds off the ropes... TAILGATER! ERICA CONNECTS WITH THE TAILGATER ON BATHSHEBA! She hooks the leg!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!!

Erica Marie did it! She's victorious!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via Pinfall ... ERRRICAAA MARRRIE!

Coach Otto gets in the ring to celebrate with Erica as she jumps up and down, basking in the moment of this victory!

Watson: Wow!... This is probably not the outcome that most were anticipating here, but Erica Marie just got one over on two members of Paramount!

Sydney: This atrocitiy cannot go unpunished! Parabellum is coming up, and I imagine there is a receipt coming to Prime for this one!

Watson: Don't go anywhere folks, we have so much more action to come tonight. Right after this!

Camera cuts to ...

SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE

Gabriel Ohio

VS Ace King

We return to ringside where Starr stands, her head down. The X-Tron fires up as the lights in the arena dim very low. The tron shows the simple sunset of Guadalajara for several moments, a script appearing 'In loving memory' across the bottom, a woman's silhouette outlining some of the scenery in the center of the tron. What follows is the sound of a ring bell closely backed by the words of the men in this contest.

DING...

Gabriel Ohio: Do you even remember what she looked like? Do you even remember her name? Do you remember how you felt when you struck her down? DO YOU??

DING...

Ace King: It's impossible to understand the notion of having something bigger carrying you forward until you’ve lived it.

DING...

Gabriel Ohio: Thus as the anniversary of her death approaches, it will be my tribute to her to wrestle the Undisputed Champion.

DING...

Ace King: When it happens, the instinct is to press harder than ever to ensure you’re doing that one thing... or person... justice.

DING...

Gabriel Ohio: I see no better way to honour her memory than to do something she loved.

DING...

Ace King: So the best thing any of us can do... is to make the most of what each day brings.

DING...

Gabriel Ohio: Remember her face and her name, you are forever part of her legacy and you will shortly, be part of mine.

DING...

Ace King: Because it can all disappear in the blink of an eye.

DING...

Gabriel Ohio: Until we meet again sister. See you soon Ace.

Ace King: No matter how dark you think things should be, even she was a bright light, burnt out too quickly.

DING...

Gabriel Ohio: For Lorelai.

Ace King: ...Lorelai.

In final, the script 'Never Forgotten. Rest in Peace.' displays across the bottom of the tron.

Watson: It is without a doubt how emotional this match is going to get, or has already gotten to be completely honest, but I feel it is my broadcast duty to let each and every one of you know that you are loved, that you deserve to be heard, and that if you or anyone in your life even thinks they might suffer from mental health issues, PLEASE. Reach out to someone.

Sydney: Don't let it get to your head but I couldn't agree more. Both Ace and Gabriel said as much in their own ways as well. I can't wait to see what exactly that means when the bells ring and these two men collide.

Starr: The following match is one-on-one contest scheduled for one fall.

'Pieces of Eden' by Satan's Arrival plays and the lights slowly start to flicker. The tron lights up with a dark figure walking up some stairs. It opens a door and the 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.

Starr: Making his way to the ring first, from Parts Unknown... weighing in at 286 pounds... GABRIEEEL OOOHIIIO!!!

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.

"THE ACE OF SPADES! THE ACE OF SPADES!!!"

The signature Motorhead anthem rips through the arena, and the crowd starts cheering. As the drums kick in, pyro goes off up and down the ramp. Once the guitars hit, a plume of fire goes up on either side of the ramp as Ace King rises to the stage from a platform, looking out at the crowd and nodding in appreciation.

Starr: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds... He is the Undisputed Champion... THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!

A thin smile crosses Ace's face as his weathered eyes look out at the crowd, pausing for a few more seconds on the platform before casually making his way down the ramp toward the ring, his arms outstretched for fans on either side of the barricade. He stops a few steps short of the ring, then dives in under the bottom rope as red pyro explodes off each turnbuckle. Ace spins up to one knee, then takes another appreciative look out at the crowd before getting back to his feet and turning his attention to his opponent, his game face firmly on. Gabriel Ohio stands proudly in the center of the ring as Ace approaches, the fans already in a heightened sense of anticipation, these two men staring one another down within arm's length.

Watson: These two may be complete opposites of each other, but the amount of respect being shown right now cannot be put into words.

DING DING DING

The two men stand nose to nose in a verbal exchange. Ohio takes a side step, seemingly displeased with whatever it is Ace is continuing to say to him, before connecting with a THUNDEROUS big boot to the jaw to the champion. Ace King slams to the canvas and is up for another obliterating big boot. The champ's head bounces off the canvas before he rolls out of the ring. Ohio attempts to stop him but Ace is able to avoid the further onslaught. He gets out of the ring and fumbles slightly as he finds purchase against the steel steps. Furious, Gabriel only pauses at the apron after stepping over the ropes to time his next attack.

Watson: Well that is certainly not something we thought we would see happen to the Undisputed champion! Ace forced to regroup on the outside here right off the bat.

Sydney: This match means too much to both of these men. Ohio did his research, he's using his size to his advantage early on. Now let's see if he keeps it up!

The referee contests as Ohio feigns like he's about to leap on Ace. Ever aware, the Gambler leaps out of the way and finds himself against the guardrail. Gabriel hops off the apron and goes for a third big boot but King rolls underneath! Ohio racks himself against the guardrail and bends almost completely over it in pain. The champion takes this moment to quickly pull himself to the ring apron... then just as quickly to the top rope. Again the referee is protesting with a competitor to no avail. Picture perfect moonsault onto Gabriel Ohio! Both men fall to the concrete at the feet of roaring fans. And neither is stopping! They're throwing right hands before they even try to start getting up. Neither giving the other an inch as they gift and receive blow after blow.

Watson: No love lost here between these two, but also neither man is willing to give less than 100% out there in this match.

Sydney: They might just kill one another before someone wins this one.

Gabriel grabs Ace by both sides of his face and pulls him in. The champion screams as Gabriel Ohio has clamped his teeth into the man's forehead! The referee has gotten himself to the corner to start a ten count when he thinks he sees it. He rushes out of the ring and toward the guardrail but the damage is done. Ohio is slowly lifting the champ up after two more right hands. Ace is bleeding and the referee is asking a dismissive Ohio about it. The big man whips the champ over the guardrail and Ace flips onto the thinly-padded concrete. Gabriel steps over the guardrail, still ignoring the referee's queries, and lifts Ace up. He slams King's face into the ring apron a few times against protest from a very lenient referee. Ohio slides him into the ring and follows with the referee in tow. Gabriel folds Ace over himself in a pin.

ONE...

TWO...

NO! Kickout by Ace King just before 3.

Watson: He just practically bent Ace like a pretzel there!

Sydney: Ace is holding his own, but he needs to dig down if he wants to win this one!

Gabriel digs his elbow and forearm into the bleeding forehead of Ace King. He drags his arm back and forth for a moment, spreading crimson and ego all the same. Ace snaps his leg up and surprises Ohio with a kick to the back of the head. Then another to get the big man off of him. Ohio and King are both on their feet simultaneously. They lock up in the center of the ring and it isn't long until Gabriel shows the power advantage. He finds himself grappling the champion, going for a suplex that is blocked by the champion's leg. Ace almost lifts Gabriel up but the mass and flailing legs bring Gabriel back to his feet on the canvas. Ace breaks the hold and pushes Ohio away. FULL HOUSE! Roundhouse kick to the face of Ohio. Ace lifts Gabriel up for the torture rack into the psycho driver. BLACKJACK BOMB!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... ACE KIIIING!

The Undisputed Champion rolls off Ohio as ‘Ace of Spades’ reprises, then drops to a knee, clearly exhausted by the match. As the referee hands him his championship back, he notices Gabriel slowly getting his bearings back as he gets up to his knees.

Ace slowly rises to his feet as ‘Ace of Spades’ fades out, then takes a few steps toward Gabriel and extends his hand. Ohio looks down at it momentarily, then up at Ace, then back down at the extended hand… Which he accepts as Ace pulls him back up to his feet!

Watson: What a moment here, folks! I don’t know if anyone could have expected this, but some things in this business are more powerful than what happens in the ring.

Sydney: This is the best possible outcome from this Tim. These men knew going in that this was an emotional match and Gabriel Ohio put everything aside to show that he respects Ace for taking this match just DAYS ahead of his next scheduled Undisputed championship defense to honor Ohio's sister. Man I love this sport.

The Guadalajara crowd shows its appreciation for both men as Ace pulls Gabriel in closer; both men are clearly emotional as the ringside microphone picks up Ace telling Gabriel “she would have loved that” while looking skyward as a small “LOR-E-LAI” chant starts in the doldrums of VFG Arena.

Ace points it out to Gabriel, then cedes the ring to his opponent as the chants only get louder and louder…

“LOR-E-LAI!”

Overcome by the moment, Gabriel takes a knee in the middle of the ring as the chant continues.

Watson: A rare ending here in EWC, both of these men showing that they respect the other, despite the outcome here tonight.

Sydney: You did her proud tonight Ohio. You did her proud.

Watson: We have so much more still to come folks, do NOT go anywhere!

Camera cuts to ...

TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM MATCH
NON-TITLE

Roozilla & Adriana Aquilla

VS The High School Prom
VS The Southern Express

We return to ringside where the arena is preparing for the tag team triple threat match.

Watson: We’re in for a treat here with this one. The Tag Champs are in competition with the High School Prom Party and the unexpected pairing of Adriana Aquilla.

Sydney: It looks like Roozilla and his manager Babyface Badley came down during the intermission.

Watson: I’m not sure how Roo and Addy will work together but Prom Party are on their way out now.

Starr: The following match is a tag team triple threat match. Joining us first, from a Fabulous Penthouse , weighing in at 525 lbs. or 8400 ounces of confetti and balloons... THE HIGH SCHOOL PROM COMMITTEE!

‘All couples please report to the dance floor.’

There is a spotlight on the entrance as the duo of BRUTAL Vadimovich and Stevie Satisfaction rip through the curtain. That’s when the extremely heavy cover of ‘Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)’ by Bloodywood begins to play. Vadimovich is wearing a powder blue tuxedo, complete with a white ruffled shirt underneath, next to him his tag team partner Stevie Satisfaction is wearing his leather jacket with the high collar but is sporting a black tuxedo t-shirt underneath. Behind them is their manager, Tiffany Morgan. Stevie and BRUTAL fake tango for a moment before breaking apart and heading into the ring where they climb up into the ring with some last minute advice from their manager.

Starr: And their opponents, from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 120 pounds ... LO DIVINO ADRIANA AQUILLA and ummm… already in the ring Roozilla!

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 as she removes her jacket.

Starr: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 445 Lbs ... THE EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS BOBBY ROSE AND JIMMY LANE THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!

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

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 bandannasto the crowd as Bunny stands in the middle of the ring holding up both tag team championship belts

DING DING DING

Bobby of Southern Express and Stevie of Prom Party stay inside of the ring as their partners step out onto the apron. Adriana and Roozilla look at each other as Roo waves her to stay into the ring and he steps out onto the apron. He says something as she turns to look at him and she’s nailed from behind by Stevie of Prom Party. Roozilla raises his hands as he smirks as she’s whipped towards Bobby Lane who drops her with a clothesline.

Steve follows Addy as he rushes Bobby but he back body drops him over the top rope and onto the floor below. He’s quick to turn towards Adriana but she’s already on her feet and kicks him in the thigh.

Thwack!!!

Bobby flinches but doesn’t move much and he’s again kicked knocking him down to one leg. Addy drops him with a drop kick to the face and then nails Jimmy Lane knocking him off the apron. This move distracts her as Stevie climbs back into the ring and grabs her from behind picking her up for a atomic drop. He follows this up with a clothesline knocking her to the canvas. Stevie tags in his partner Brutal who climbs into the ring and racks the eyes of Bobby Lane.

Bobby Lane stumbles towards his corner tagging in Jimmy Lane as Brutal picks Addy A up for a power slam dropping her to the canvas. Brutal stands as Jimmy Lane kicks him in the midsection and drops him with a DDT in the center of the ring. He stands and dances a little dig before dropping an elbow on Brutal and covers him for a pin attempt.

ONE...

TWO...

WHAM!!

Roozilla comes in and kicks him in the side of the head breaking the referees count.

Watson: Roozilla may have just saved his team from defeat by kicking Jimmy Lane in the face. He’s grabbing Addy by the arm and pulling her to the corner.

Sydney: I guess you can call that teamwork.

Watson: The Tag Champs are looking strong and it’s nowhere near over.

Brutal takes the opportunity to tag his partner back into the ring and Roozilla tags Addy as he climbs back between the ropes. Roozilla and Stevie both grabs Jimmy Lane and whip him in the ropes as they hit a double team back body drop on one half of the Tag Champions. Jimmy Lane hits the canvas and grabs his lower back. Roozilla and Stevie both begin kicking him in the head and then Roo turns on Stevie hitting him with a European uppercut knocking him back into the one neutral corner. Roo follows this up by climbing onto the second rope and begins slamming fist into his forehead.

1… 2… 3… the crowd begins counting with each fist to Stevie. 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… The crowd chants 10 but instead of another punch Roozilla flips off the crowd. He drops down from the rope and grabs Stevie by the back of the head dropping him with a one handed bulldog. Roozilla just moves out of the way as Adriana Aquilla comes off the top rope with a leg drop onto Stevie.

Sydney: There’s the teamwork we were expecting.

The referee begins yelling at Addy and pointing towards her corner. In this moment Jimmy Lane had tagged in Bobby Rose who grabs Roozilla from behind and hits a belly to back suplex. Bobby Rose turns towards the ropes and assist Jimmy Lane back into the ring with their The Tennessee Destroyer onto Roozilla who began to get back to his feet.

Watson: Nobody does it better than the Southern Express.

Jimmy gets back to his feet and attempts to stop Stevie from tagging in his partner Brutal but is a moment late. Brutal receives the tag and blocks a punch by Jimmy Lane returning with one of his own. He then grabs Jimmy by the back of his head and then drops to the floor bringing Jimmy’s neck down onto the top rope. Jimmy Lane rebounds off the ropes clutching his throat as he falls back onto the canvas.

Stevie of Prom Party comes off the top rope with an elbow as Brutal again enters the ring. Brutal picks Stevie up and bodyslams him on top of Jimmy Lane. Stevie rolls from the ring and Brutal covers him for the pin.

ONE...

TWO...

TH-Kickout!

Watson: I thought Prom Party Committee had it right there. Jimmy Lane was narrowly able to get a shoulder up but he doesn’t appear to have much left.

Sydney: We’ve had some great back and forth and every team has shown some decent teamwork. I didn’t expect that with Addy and Roozilla but they look to be on the same page.

Watson: It’s not over yet and the Tag Champs down go down that easily.

The referee begins yelling at Addy and pointing towards her corner. In this moment Jimmy Lane had tagged in Bobby Rose who grabs Roozilla from behind and hits a belly to back suplex. Bobby Rose turns towards the ropes and assist Jimmy Lane back into the ring with their The Tennessee Destroyer onto Roozilla who began to get back to his feet.

Watson: Nobody does it better than the Southern Express.

Jimmy gets back to his feet and attempts to stop Stevie from tagging in his partner Brutal but is a moment late. Brutal receives the tag and blocks a punch by Jimmy Lane returning with one of his own. He then grabs Jimmy by the back of his head and then drops to the floor bringing Jimmy’s neck down onto the top rope. Jimmy Lane rebounds off the ropes clutching his throat as he falls back onto the canvas.

Stevie of Prom Party comes off the top rope with an elbow as Brutal again enters the ring. Brutal picks Stevie up and bodyslams him on top of Jimmy Lane. Stevie rolls from the ring and Brutal covers him for the pin.

ONE...

TWO...

THRE-Kickout!

Roozilla goes to tag in Adriana but he’s stopped by Brutal who grabs his foot and pulls him towards the center of the room. Brutal pulls Roozilla up and hits a devastating back breaker on him.

I Want it That Way!!!

Stevie comes off the top from with the leg drop.

Brutal goes for the cover and Stevie drop kicks Bobby Rose off the apron and tackles Jimmy Lane.

ONE...

TWO...

Adriana attempts to break the count.

Watson: Addy breaks the count!!!

Bobby Rose grabs her by the leg and pulls her out of the ring as Stevie jumps out and begins brawling with them. Brutal turns towards Jimmy Lane and rushes him. Jimmy drops pulling the top rope down sending him out of the ring. Jimmy turns towards Roozilla who is attempting to push himself off the canvas.

Jimmy comes in with a swinging neckbreaker onto Roo and covers him for the pin.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

Watson: Southern Express did it!!! They win!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall THE EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS SOUTHERN EXPRESS!

Watson: The Tag Team Champs pick up another win, as they continue to show that they are the GOLD standard for tag team wrestling in EWC.

Sydney: At this point, I don't know who CAN beat these guys. I will say, I am very impressed that Roo seemed to work well with Addy. Could we have a new tag team on the horizon?

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

Camera cuts to ...

MATCH TITLE

Nevaeh

VS Jason Hunter

We return to ringside where Tim and Cid are standing by

Watson: It is almost time for our CW Network Championship match, but before we get there, we have another X-Division rules match, this time between One of the newest additions to Paramount, Nevaeh, and Jason Hunter! Of course, we all remember that two episdodes back we saw Nev attack Jason Hunter with Heaven's Helper, and last show Jason Hunter retaliated with his mothers barbed wire wrap crowbar. Tonight we take it to another level as anything goes in this match!

Sydney: In the words of Hall of Famer Ruthann Hunter "Let the blood flow!"

Once "Gasoline" by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard, Nevaeh comes walking out from the back to a chorus of boos. But judging by the smile on her face she doesn't seem to mind. As she makes her way down the aisle, Nevaeh does her best not to let anyone touch her along the way.

Starr: The following match is an X-Division Rules Match Coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, this is...NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!

After walking up on the ring apron, Nevaeh strikes a pose and give her backside a little shake before stepping between the ropes. Once inside, she mouths off to the fans and paces the ring a bit as she waits for the match to begin.

Starr: And the opponent, residing in San Fransisco, California and weighing in at 170 pounds ... JASON HUNTER!

Daechwita 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.

DING DING DING

Jason fires at Nevaeh with a Superkick but Nevaeh catches it and spins him around before running off the ropes and taking Jason down with a Spear. Nevaeh unloads on Jason with Right hands before pulling him to his feet, throwing him into a corner and unloading on him with Roundhouse Kicks to the ribs. One doubles him over and Nevaeh uses that to DDT Jason. Jason groggily gets to his feet as Nevaeh spins looking for a backfist. Jason ducks it and blasts Nevaeh with a stiff Clothesline. He then lifts Nevaeh onto his shoulders hitting a standing Powerslam. He rolls from the ring, takes the chair from the timekeeper and rolls back into the ring. Jason swings the chair at Nevaeh who ducks it and runs off the ropes right into.... WHAM! Jason blasts her with the chair knocking her down. Jason tosses the chair to his side, steps back to the corner and dives hitting Nevaeh with a Headbutt. He makes a cover.

ONE...

TWO...

TH- NO! KICK OUT.

Nevaeh gets a shoulder up breaking the count. Jason drags Nevaeh to her feet and throws her into the corner. He charges hitting the sole of her boot as she Superkicks him. Jason staggers allowing Nevaeh to run at him hitting a one handed Bulldog onto the chair.

ONE...

TWO...

TH... NO! KICK OUT.

Watson: Nev and Jason both showing their quickness here. They can change the pace here at a moments notice.

Sydney: I really thought that Jason had this with that chair shot, SOMEHOW Nev kicked out.

Nevaeh gets a shoulder up breaking the count. Jason drags Nevaeh to her feet and throws her into the corner. He charges hitting the sole of her boot as she Superkicks him. Jason staggers allowing Nevaeh to run at him hitting a one handed Bulldog onto the chair.

ONE...

TWO...

TH... NO! KICK OUT.

Frustrated, Jason slides out of the ring and lifts the ring apron looking for a weapon. Instead he finds Stitches. Jason takes a step back in fear as Stitches crawls from under the ring. Jason slides into the ring followed by Stitches. Stitches holds up his right hand brandishing a barbed wire covered crowbar. Stitches blasts Jason hard in the gut with the crowbar before hitting a Sound Of Silence. Job done, Stitches rolls through the ropes to the floor walking to the back. Jason uses the ropes to drag himself to his feet and turns in time to eat a Cast Out Of Heaven.

ONE...

TWO...

TH... NO! KICK OUT.

Watson: WHAT THE HELL WAS STITCHES DOING IN THIS MATCH?!

Sydney: He and Nev have an alliance and that means that Stitches has Nevaeh's back. It was time to take care of business.

Nevaeh walks across the ring picking up the chair. Nevaeh raises the chair looking to blast Jason but, at the last second, Jason whacks her in the knee with the crowbar. Nevaeh drops the chair as she falls to the mat. Jason pulls himself and Nevaeh to their feet positioning her for a Drop Zone. Nevaeh grabs the crowbar and lifts it hitting Jason low with it. Fall From Grace!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall NEVAEH!

Nevaeh gets to her feet still holding the crowbar. She holds her arms in the air celebrating her victory before tossing the crowbar at Jason. It JUST misses him.

Watson: Jason Hunter almost had this won a few times, but ultimately that damned clown cost him this match.

Sydney: All legal in an X-Division rules match though. Nev used that to her advantage.

Watson: Folks, we still have our Main Event to come. Jake Lumas, Isabella and David Miller go to war... NEXT!

Camera cuts to ...

Tim Watson: Over the past few weeks the career of the Mercenary has been in question, with several superstars coming forward to publicly encourage the EWC Outlaw to continue his career as one of the mainstay workhorses of the Paramount brand. Just prior to this broadcast going on the air we were informed that we had received the following video from the man himself.

The live crowd in the VFG Arena looks to the X-tron as the video goes out simultaneously to the viewing audience at home and across the world. On the screen the Mercenary can be seen framed in a cell phone video with a somber look on his face

Mercenary: Hey guys. Hola señoras y señores de Guadalajara and everyone else watching across Mexico and out in the rest of the world. I guess it’s no secret by now that since I lost my most recent attempt to take home a title to Robbie Rayder at Wrestlefest that my career has kinda taken a massive dive onto some pretty sharp rocks. It’s more than fair to say that I didn’t manage to land on my feet. I got beat up and broken down by the group that claimed to have my back. I lost my so-called “Family.” I got stabbed in the back by my girl. Worst of all I failed to tip the scales back in my direction and get revenge at Uprising.

You know I came here with big plans and a bigger ego. I figured by now that I’d be over on Brawl with, at the very least, the International Title on my shoulder and the FSW and North American titles on my list of accomplishments. Instead I got stuck in a rut by the side of the road while I watched people like Melody Malone, whose first match in the company was my third match here, blow right past me and go on to the exact kind of great accomplishments that I thought would come so easy to me. Then it was Candy and Robbie and Wes. Hell man, even Nightcall has a title and I mopped the floor with him last June back on FSW 99 just one week after I lost another opportunity at the North American Title to Robbie Rayder. And so the roller coaster goes, on and on, up and down but never winning when it really counts.

It’s enough to frustrate the best of us. It’s enough to make anybody want to walk away. So when Walker and I lost that match at Uprising I could feel the weight of that rock that everybody always says I’m forever pushin’ up the hill… I could feel that rock roll back and run right over me. I was crushed and to be pretty damn honest I had had my fill of it. So I tried to make my peace with it. I came out to the ring ready to admit my defeat, but then something weird happened. A guy who had absolutely no reason to give a damn, the same guy who had my back when nobody else did, came out and told me to give it another think. Wes Walker said that I wasn’t done. So I gave it another week and another person with no reason to care, that relentless force of nature Gabrielle Visconty, a woman who had the strength to come back from so much loss, darkness and addiction came out to let me know that she saw that same kind of strength in me. I had people who I never even imagined talkin’ to me. People like Sam Hamilton, The Titaness, a champion in her own right and a woman who knows more than most what it takes to work hard to stand out and succeed. Then there was Jason Hunter, a guy who has spent his life dealing with not only other people's expectations but his own desire to set himself apart from his family history . People like that tellin’ me to keep tryin' and keep fightin', not for the guy that I have been but for the man that I could be. But it wasn’t so much the superstars that surprised me the most. No. It was the fans that really changed my way of thinkin'.

It was the people who I figured had the least reasons to offer me anything that stepped up with texts and e-mails and tweets or by just stopping me on the street. It was the fan support that surprised me because I never gave anyone any reason to offer me any support. In fact it was just the opposite. I’ve been bitter. I’ve been angry. I’ve been heelish as Hell, but the people, they spoke up anyway and for some reason they overwhelmingly seemed to say that they want me here. So what else can I do? It’s time for me to get out of my own way. I just want you all to know that for now I’m not going anywhere. I’m here and by here I mean I’m here on Paramount. Because it was in the FSW where my wandering life finally found a place to settle. Before Paramount the FSW took me in and I spent two years not appreciating the numerous opportunities that it gave me, opportunities I thought that I was owed without earning. So now I have to try to do right by what this company has become. I need to try to pay it forward to the place and the people that didn't give up on me even when I wanted to give up on myself. So I’m throwing my hat into the ring.

Because we’ve got an invasion on the horizon. On Paramount 9, live from Sin City, people who believe they are part of a bigger and better brand are coming to Paramount to prove that WE belong back in the minor leagues. I intend to be one of the ones who shows up to let them know in no uncertain terms that they’re dead wrong. It doesn't matter where we started, where we came from, what we were before, we're all Orange now. We all came here to be the best that we can be and we all found a home in this land of misfit toys and together we've done our best to build this brand bigger and better than ever before. For this incursion on the horizon and the brand wars to come, this Mercenary is waving his fee to fight because for me the payment has already been made. I owe a debt to the roster that has fostered me through all of my failure and frustration. So I'm standing up to say that I'm not a dead man just yet and:

Paramount, COUNT ME IN. Cuenta Conmigo!

Mercenary: Live Hard. Die Scarred
Mercenario: Vive Duro. Morir con Cicatrices

The live crowd cheers as the translation blasts out into the arena and the X-tron goes dark.

TRIPLE THREAT CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

"La Belicista" Isabella

VS Jake Lumas
VS David Miller

Watson: Well that just made Paramount #9 even more of a must watch! The return of MERCENARY!

Sydney: I have to say, I admire the big man for not hanging up the boots. Mercenary has unfinished business here in EWC.

Watson: Folks, General Manager Chris Brock is in the ring now and he apparently has something to say!

Brock: The following triple threat CW Broadcast championship matchup has been highly anticipated, and many harsh words have been spoken between its competitors. We've had ties, and we've had extended feuding, and that ends tonight. So in order to make sure we have a clear winner, I'm changing the stipulations of this match. As of right now, this match will be a NO DISQUALIFICATION GRUDGE MATCH!

The crowd pops big, and Brock nods his head in agreement.

Brock: Pinfalls will take place in the ring, and we will have a definitive winner, one way or the other. Now, without further ado, let's get our first challenger out here.

Watson: Business, as they say, has just picked up!

Sydney: A No DQ Grudge Match between these three? This could get real ugly, real quick, I'm not sure Mr. Brock thought this one all the way through.

Starr: The following match is a No Disqualification Grudge Match! Joining us first, 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 and the crowd comes alive. Jake Lumas steps out from behind the curtain, a small smile on his face and opens his arms to the crowd.

From behind his back he produces a steel chair and raises it up for them to see.

Like a lightning rod for the crowd, their reaction has him bouncing on his toes, and he makes his way to the ring, tapping the chair against his forehead to wake up his fighting brain.

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

Starr: And his opponent, from TIJUANA, MEXICO, weighing in at 164 pounds ... "LA BELECISTA" 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 her opponent to arrive.

Starr: And their opponent, from LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA, weighing in at 235 pounds ... The reigning CW Broadcast Heavyweight Champion, DAVID MILLER!

The lights of the arena 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 his 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 slow, methodical pace.

Reaching the floor, Miller stalks the inside of the guardrail and slowly circles around to the ring steps, pausing and rolling the joints in his shoulders loose while bouncing from one foot to the other in mental preparation. Suddenly exploding into movement, he charges up the steps onto the apron and ducks between the ropes, immediately crossing to the far corner and pulling himself up onto the second buckle, staring down into the ravenous fans below. Miller slowly unstraps the title and raises it overhead with a calm finality, 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 straps beneath the plate before handing the belt to the official. Reaching back, he peels off his jacket and casts it aside, locking (challenger) with a hard stare as he waits for the bell to ring.

Watson: Three competitors enter. Only one will leave champion.

DING DING DING
Lumas charges in at Miller, tunnel vision engaged. Miller engages and throws a jab but Lumas catches him with a stiff push kick that lands first and knocks Miller back into the corner. Lumas is on him in half a second, hurling rights hands with demonic ferocity, his face a mask of rage while Miller struggles to keep his defensive shell intact. Lumas starts in with the elbows. Right. Left. Backhand. Forehand. Miller wraps Lumas up in a clinch, picks him up, carries him a few feet, and slams him hard on his back. Miller takes the mounted position and pounding.

Meanwhile, Isabella watches on amused, head cocked to the side. She casually walks over to the turnbuckle while Miller and Lumas scrap, totally oblivious. One by one, Isabella climbs the turnbuckle without interference or hurry, until she’s at the top, and there she stands, a sly smile on her face. Miller and Lumas continue their dogfight, unaware of Isabella. Lumas reverses the mount, pins Miller’s arms, and starts in with headbutts.

1.

2.

3. And the crowd counts along, as Lumas goes for number four.

Isabella jumps off the top rope, and Lumas looks up just in time to see Isabella’s flying jump kick land right in his chest and send him flying off of Miller and across the ring. Isabella lands her kick, turns to Miller, and kicks him in the face for good measure, turning the champion over. Isabella turns her attention back to Lumas, rising up from his stomach. Isabella lowers her weight and sprints toward Lumas, who rises and throws a wild haymaker but when he sees who it is, he stops short a few inches, right in front of her nose. Isabella snarls, offended, and snaps out a reverse side kick that knocks Lumas into the turnbuckle, holding his chest from the impact. Isabella lifts Lumas’s head to expose his chest, and winds back, but her arm is caught mid chop-

Miller!

Miller spins Isabella to face him, grabs her chest to chest, and suplexes her over his head, sending the lighter challenger spinning through the air and onto her back, feet resting below the ring ropes. Miller turns to see where she landed, but snaps his head back when Lumas charges at him. Lumas spears him, and the two men crash between the ring ropes, and fall to the outside in a heap. Isabella regains her composure, and looks around the ring, confused, until she spots the two men on the outside, getting to their feet. Miller is up first, grabs Lumas by the hair, and slings him into the guardrail, knocking it back several inches. Miller stays on him, places Lumas’s head beneath the bottom metal rung of the guardrail--Lifts it up--

And slams it down! the crowd lets out a collect "OHHHH" on the impact!

The steel guardrail crashes down on Lumas’s head and neck and Lumas immediately begins to spasm, trying to get air into his throat. Miller drags him backward by the leg, lifts it up, and slams it down onto the outside mats, knee first. Lumas tries to scream but it gets caught in his throat while he attempts to protect his knee. Unsatisfied, Miller finds the velcro edge of the mat, pulls it up, and rips the black away, exposing concrete floor underneath. He picks up Lumas, and puts him headfirst between his legs, setting him up for a powerbomb. In one explosive hoist, Miller gets Lumas up--But Isabella rounds the opposite corner, leaps, and dropkicks Lumas’s back! The weight difference staggers Miller’s balance and he falls backwards. Lumas lands on Miller's face and rolls off. Miller rolls onto his stomach to cover up. Isabella reaches around under the ring mats, and pulls out a large, thick section of braided video cables, pulls it loose, and begins wrapping it around Miller’s throat. She takes a seat on his lower back and begins to pull, Miller’s eyes going wide with surprise.

CAMEL CLUTCH!

Isabella leans back, pulling tight, while Lumas gets to his feet. He takes a good look at the situation, and motions for Isabella to let him up and mimics a piledriver. She lets Miller go, and Miller immediately begins choking, his face red from lack of oxygen. Together, Lumas and Isabella get Miller up to his feet. Lumas tells her to send him over and Lumas puts Miller between his thighs, and picks him up for the piledriver on the exposed concrete. Isabella grabs Miller’s legs for stability, and together-

SPIKE PILEDRIVER!

Miller hits with a sickening splat. Lumas is up first, and together, he and Isabella throw Miller back into the ring. They both slide into the ring, and each goes for the cover, Lumas pinning Miller’s arms, and Isabella covering his legs. The ref begins to count as Lumas and Isabella come to realize, that once again, they are attempting a double pin. Lumas gazes at Isabella, knowing smile on his face.

ONE...

TWO...

Kickout by Miller, barely getting a shoulder up. Lumas and Isabella look at each other, Isabella’s countenance softening, and the two of them get up slowly, making no move to attack each other. Isabella looks down at her feet, sheepishly, before looking back at Lumas with a knowing smile of her own. Lumas looks like he wants to tell her something, and reaches for her hand. But Isabella’s face morphs from a smile of warmth to a smile of calculation. With one swift movement, she winds up and lets loose with a soccer kick of epic proportions right to Lumas’s nether regions.

LOW BLOW!

Lumas falls to his knees, holding his groin, legs bent at the knees, and falls over, mind scrambled. Isabella goes for the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

NO! Narrow kickout by Lumas.

Watson: This match is already out of control, and we JUST got started folks. There is no love lost between these three. David Miller tried to kill Jake Lumas with that metal railing, and I don't think Lumas will be having kids any time soon thanks to Isabella!

Sydney: La Belicista using everything allowed here to get an advantage, AND to teach Jake Lumas a lesson apparently!

Isabella grabs Lumas by the hair and drags him over to where Miller is and throws him down next to him, the champion and challenger side by side. Isabella lowers herself down to David Miller’s head and applies a rear naked choke while wrapping her legs around Lumas’s neck, and applying a leglock that simultaneously cuts off the air supply to Lumas's brain. Isabella grits her teeth and bears down as both men struggle beneath her vice like grip, lack of oxygen to their brains evident on their faces. Lumas reaches for the ropes but can’t get there. Miller does the same, but Isabella did too good of a job positioning them. The ref gets into position, bouncing back and forth between the two men, asking them if they want to quit.

Watson: We might have our first ever double submission in the EWC.

Miller shakes his head no and begins army crawling on his elbows, moving away from Lumas. Lumas, on instinct alone, scrambles in the other direction, using his knees and core to twist away from Isabella’s legs. Slowly but surely, the two men begin pulling Isabella between them as she struggles to maintain her hold on both of them. As her arms and legs are unable to maintain their grip, she begins to scream, trying to will some last power into her fingertips. Miller breaks free first, and jams his elbow between her arms, catching Isabella in the nose. Her legs go slack and Lumas turns over onto his back, gasping for air, rubbing the circulation into his neck. Isabella is up first, and sees Lumas rising. Lumas staggers to the ropes, still holding his throat. Isabella charges, and winds up for a clothesline. But Lumas ducks --

BACK BODY DROP!

Right over the top rope! Isabella lands hard on her side and doesn’t get up. Lumas looks over the top rope to check on her, covering his mouth in shock. He turns, and sees Miller, staring at him from the other side of the ring. Lumas turns to face him, and once again, the two lock eyes - bitter, hateful eyes - and advance on each other, first walking, and then colliding into each other into a fierce tie up. Miller backs Lumas up to the turnbuckle. Lumas puts his foot up to stop it, bears down, and pushes Miller back into the center of the ring. Lumas bears down and continues to push, Miller now forced backward into the turnbuckle, and he uses his foot to stop it, before pushing hard and breaking the tie up. Lumas and Miller stare at each other for a moment, like two predators who know they’re about to fight to the death and don't want to make a mistake, before tying up again. Miller pushes Lumas. Lumas pushes Miller. Lumas knees Miller but Miller doesn’t break the tie up. Miller stomps on Lumas’s foot but Lumas doesn’t break the tie up. Miller begins to shake the tie up, trying to get loose, but Lumas won’t let him go. Lumas steps and pivots, and swings Miller into the ropes-- But Miller won’t let go!

The two men go tumbling through the ropes and back to the outside, where they crash next to the guardrail, the tie up finally broken. But they don’t stay down long. Miller gets to a knee and swings on Lumas and connects. Lumas reels, rises to a knee and headbutts Miller. Miller staggers a bit and launches a kick to Lumas’s gut. Steps back, and clotheslines him over the guardrail. Miller follows behind as security parts the crowd to make room for the two men to fight. Miller grabs Lumas by the hair and leads him deeper into the crowd.

Right hand.

Left chop.

Right hand.

Lumas staggers further into the crowd, trying to clear his head. Miller grabs him and pulls him back, places an arm around his head, and

SNAP SUPLEX!

Hard onto the floor. Lumas moans and holds his lower back, still trying to scramble away. Miller grabs his foot but Lumas pulls it away. Miller advances and grabs the other leg, but Lumas pulls it away. Lumas gets to a knee, and continues to scramble, leaning on the fans for support. Miller grabs his shoulder and rips him backward--

CRACK! Miller staggers away punchdrunk, seeing stars--

SNEAKY CHAIRSHOT!

The steel chair Lumas pulled from god knows where cracks over Miller’s skull again, and Miller's eyes roll back in his head. Miller's body goes rigid like a corpse, and he falls backward where he stands, out like a light.

Watson: LUMAS GOT THE CHAIR SHOT IN! That is something that he has been known for going all the way back to his debut in 1997!

Sydney: I don't care how old it is, it is EFFECTIVE! My question is, where has Isabella been?!

Lumas, chair still in hand, stumbles over to Miller, raises it up, and brings it back down again hard over Miller’s head, bending the metal into the shape of a banana. Satisfied, Lumas turns back to the ring, leaving Miller lying, and heads back to the crowd toward the guardrail. Lumas puts one leg over, and one hand on the rail to balance himself.

BIG BOOT!

Lumas’s head rocks back as Isabella appears with one hell of a kick to Lumas’s face, staggering him, while he maintains his balance on the guardrail. Isabella pulls him off like a sack of concrete, drapes an arm around him, suplexes him forward, and drops him balls first on the steel, both legs straddling the guardrail. The audience groans collectively as Lumas winces in extreme pain, and Isabella pulls him off and lets him drop. Not one to let her opponent rest, Isabella grabs Lumas and tosses him back into the ring. She goes for the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THRE-No! Kickout by Lumas.

Isabella looks to the ref, demanding a better count. A hand reaches out behind her head. Lumas grabs her by the hair, pulls her face to his, and KISSES her! Isabella writhes beneath the pressure of his lips, and he releases her after a couple of seconds, the crowd popping while Lumas laughs. Isabella wipes her mouth off, grabs Lumas’s legs, spreads them apart, and kicks him hard in the balls. Lumas’s eyes cross and a slow, awful moan undulates from somewhere deep inside his guts. Isabella curses him under his breath and turns in the direction of the timekeeper. Isabella rolls out of the ring, walks with purpose over to the timekeeping table, pushes the timekeeper out of his chair, and reaches for the ring bell. Ring bell in hand, she tests its stopping power by slamming it against the timekeeper's table, and turns her attention back to Lumas. But another hand reaches out from the crowd and grabs the CW Broadcast belt lying right next to where the timekeeper's bell was...

David Miller’s head pops out from the crowd, fresh blood on his scalp and trickling, a look of absolute murder on his face, and cracks Isabella over the head with his own belt, and leaps over the guardrail, staggering a bit, eyes scanning for Lumas. Isabella crashes to the ground, seemingly out cold, and Miller steps over her, huffing and grunting his way up to the mat, still carrying the belt, where he spots Lumas. Lumas is bent over at the waist, massaging life back into his groin, when he catches eyes with Miller, who’s already climbing the apron. Miller’s mouth opens just slightly, exposing some teeth, before his jaw hardens and he steps through the ropes, belt dragging the mat like a flail waiting to be flung. Lumas grits his own teeth and takes a deep breath to get himself up to a standing position.

Watson: You can cut the tension between these two with a knife!

Sydney: These two aren’t going to be happy with anything less than total annihilation of the other.

Miller braces the belt to smash Lumas in the face with it and charges forward. Lumas swings a right hand, Miller ducks, swings behind, and catches Lumas turning square in the forehead with the championship belt! Lumas staggers but doesn’t go down, seeing stars, and wobbles backward into the ring ropes and falls, arms trapped between the ropes. On his ass and unable to move, Lumas comes alive just in time to watch Miller come crash in for another shot to the face with his title belt, loosening Lumas up from the ropes and sending him outside to the exposed concrete floor where he lands in a heap. Miller comes out after him, finally tossing his title belt aside, and picks Lumas up from the floor. He grabs him in a side headlock, backs up a few steps, and

BULLDOG ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!

Lumas lands with a splat and doesn’t move. Miller rolls off and turns just in time for--

BLACK MASS!

Isabella snaps off a beauty of a roundhouse kick that cleans Miller’s clock, stops his movement in place, and the champion drops in a heap right next to Lumas. But Isabella has him up in half a second and rolls him back into the ring. She goes for the pin.

ONE...

TWO...

THRE-No!

Kickout at the last minute by Miller, chest heaving. Isabella slams her fist on the mat, shakes her head no, and rolls the champion over onto his back. Miller, unresisting, has his head placed upon Isabella’s bent knee, and before he knows it--

FUBAR!

Miller comes to in the grips of Isabella’s signature submission, loose arm exposed searching for the ring ropes. Isabella cranks it down as hard as she can, threatening to pop a blood vessel in her forehead. The ref is up in Miller’s face, looking in his eyes, asking if he wants to quit. Miller groans but manages to shake his head. A hand reaches through the bottom ropes and grabs Isabella’s hair and pulls backward. Isabella screams. Lumas’s bloody face rises from behind the ring apron, hand full of Isabella’s hair, and pulling. But Isabella won’t let go. Strands come loose in his hand and the grip breaks, staggering him backward. Isabella cinches down on Miller even tighter, whose eyes are threatening to pop out of his head. Lumas limps back to the ring apron, grabs Isabella by the head, and plants another big kiss all over her lips, holding his face to hers while she squirms and squeals, forced to choose between having to kiss him and keep the hold. She breaks the hold and Miller scrambles away, gasping for air, while Isabella launches a kick over her head that connects with Lumas’s face and knocks him away from the ring apron. But Lumas doesn’t stop, he staggers back, and climbs up to the apron. Isabella hurls a punch but Lumas blocks it, grabs her around the head, and drops back to the outside mat, snapping her neck off the top rope. Isabella staggers backward, holding her throat, where she bumps into David Miller, who turns her around, kicks her in the gut--

SNAP POWERBOMB!

Miller goes for the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT by Isabella!

Lumas gets back up to the ring ropes, and back into the ring, his forehead covered in gore.

Watson: Both of these men have been busted open, but neither one is backing down.

Sydney: It’s not over until it’s over and right now all three of these fighters are in this!

Miller and Lumas meet in the center of the ring and start trading punches.

Right by Miller.

Right by Lumas.

Left by Miller.

Left by Lumas.

Lumas grabs Miller by the back of the head to hold him still. Miller grabs Lumas by the back of his head. The two hammers begin battering each others noses, eyes, and chins with hammer fists, a contest of pure endurance. The speed intensifies until it reaches a peak and the punches come slower. Miller falls to a knee. Lumas changes the arc of his punches, slamming the fist down on Miller’s temple, hammering him down to the mat. Miller falls to his back, breathing heavy, eyes open but no one home. Lumas throws one more punch at nothing before he falls backward onto his ass, and sprawls onto his back, arms at his sides in a T, totally spent. The ref stands between them and starts his ten count.

1…

2…

3…

4…

Isabella stirs and gets to her feet.

5…

6…

7…

Isabella covers Miller. The ref stops his count and counts the pin.

ONE...

TWO...

A blur rushes across the ring and knocks Isabella off of Miller, and Lumas collapses onto his back. Isabella scrambles onto Lumas and hooks his leg.

ONE...

TWO...

MILLER WITH THE SAVE!

Watson: ISABELLA WAS LESS THAN A SECOND AWAY FROM WINNING THIS! I don't know where David Miller and Jake Lumas have the energy to do ANYTHING after that insane exchange of punches, but survival instincts must have kicked in!

Sydney: Adrenaline will do ridiculous things to a competitor. You can pull off feats that otherwise seem superhuman.

Miller grabs Isabella and whips her into the turnbuckle, and follows up with a clothesline that lifts her off her feet. Miller leans back and --

KNIFE EDGE CHOPS!

The sound is like a whip cracking throughout the arena. Isabella screams out with every repetition.

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

Miller backs off and Isabella drops to her knees, holding her chest. Lumas rises, sees her hurt, and gets angry. Miller intercepts his charge. Miller ties him up and goes for a knee lift, but Lumas side steps and breaks free of Miller’s hold, and begins laying in kicks--

BANGKOK BATTERING RAM!

Lumas snaps off stiff kicks to Miller’s thighs that knocks his knees around, sapping the strength from his legs, and Miller falls to his hands and knees, rising just in time for Miller to catch Lumas’s foot coming in for a push kick to Miller’s nose that connects and snaps the man’s head backward and onto the mat. Lumas advances but a pair of hands grab him from behind, spin him around--

SUSFU!

Isabella drops Lumas onto her bent knees, his lower back taking the brunt of the force, and bounces off in a heap. She goes for the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THRE-No! Kickout by Lumas at the last minute.

Isabella can’t believe it and screams in Lumas’s face. But before she knows it she’s being lifted into the air--

NONE PERCENTER!

Isabella’s feet lift off the ground and David Miller starts swinging. Isabella dangles and Miller walks her into the center of the ring, easily taking her weight in his arms. Isabella screams as Miller applies pressure, trying to break her back, that full nelson forcing her neck unnaturally far forward. The ref is in her face, asking her if she wants to quit. She doesn’t answer, only groans. He asks again. She screams, shaking her head no! A pair of hands slip behind Miller’s head and throat.

REAR NAKED CHOKE!

Lumas strangles Miller from behind, eyes mad like a rabid dog, shaking his head yes as the crowd explodes!

Watson: My God, what a fight this has been, but no one is willing to give an inch, or surrender.

Sydney: THIS IS PARAMOUNT WRESTLING FOLKS! THIS is why we are the Pinnacle of Professional Wrestling!

Lumas has the choke locked in super tight as Miller keeps trying to fight it, the ref checks on the champion, but gets no response. He raised Millers arm, it falls to his side.

The ref waits a beat and raises his arm again, and again it falls to his side. Matt Mercer raises his arm one more time to solidify that he is out

SNAPMARE DRIVER!

Isabella divers over both men, grabbing Lumas' neck and hitting the move, forcing Lumas to break the choke hold! This match continues! Lumas cannot believe it. The look of betrayal on his face is uncanny as he looks over at Isabella. She gets to her feet and charges at Jake Lumas, looking for a big boot, but Lumas ducks out of the way, Isabella over extends her foot and can't stop her momentum. She goes over the top rope and spills to the outside, landing awkwardly on her left shoulder. Lumas looks worried, but remembers the match is still on, He turns to see Miller up on one knee. Lumas hits the ropes and charges at Miller, Miller with the last ounce of speed in his body vaults to his feet, grabs the outstreched arm of Lumas as he was looking for a lariat, turns Lumas around...

OMEGA DRIVER!

Miller hits Isabella's own finisher, Sangre Por Sangre, on Jake Lumas. Miller is totally spent, but is able to keep his arms wrapped around Lumas's body as he holds on for the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... and STILLL CW Broadcast Champion... DAVIIIIIIID..... MMMIIILLLLERRRRRR!

Miller cannot move. Lumas is not moving. Isabella is barely stirring on the outside, still not quite all there from the fall. Matt Mercer checks on David Miller, slowly getting him to his feet and handing him the CW Broadcast Championship. The crowd is all standing on their feet, cheering and clapping at the absolute barbarianism that they just witnessed.

Watson: My God.... Ladies and Gentlemen, In my over two years of covering the action here on the Orange brand, I have never... NEVER witnessed the level of chaos and absolute abandon that we just witnessed. Those three fighters, Jake Lumas, Isabella, and David Miller, just gave you everything they had. They poured out their hearts, souls, blood, sweat and tears for you, all in the name of the CW Broadcast championship. David Miller won this match, but there were no losers here tonight in my eyes. Every one of them can walk out of here, head held high because they absolutely delivered tonight.

Sydney: Tim, Its matches like this that give me the itch to want to get back in the ring, because I would love nothing more than to lace up the boots and go to work with fighters like this, but at the same time it reminds me that there is NO way I could ever keep up with today's talent in EWC... WOW.. that's all I have to say.

David Miller is able to stand on his own now, but barely. Jake Lumas is holding himself up by the ropes, and Isabella has finally gotten back to the ring apron. Miller looks to Lumas, then Isabella, thinking that he is about to be ambushed, but none of them move. Miller looks to Isabella, nodding to show respect, then to Lumas, getting the same. The crowd is red hot as Miller slowly, painfully, raises the CW Broadcast championship toward the -

Watson: WHAT THE HELL?!

Out of nowhere, four figures all wearing hooded sweatshirts with the hoods covering their faces storm the ringside area. One pulls Isabella down on off the apron the hard way, Isabella's face bouncing off the mat. Another grabs the legs of Jake Lumas out of from under him and drags him outside, immediately throwing hands. Two more storm the ring, where Miller has dropped the CW championship and squared up to fight these intruders. The rush him and quickly get him to the ground, nailing him with punches.

Sydney: What in the bloody hell is going on here?! WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!

"Berzerk" by Eminem begins to blare over the arena as the Monday Night Brawl logo fills the X-Tron. Isabella is fighting off the figure that attacked her, the hoodie falls off to reveal Stephanie Matsuda!!!

Watson: That's Stephanie Matsuda from Brawl, what is she doing here?!

The figure attacking Lumas has Jake against the guard rail as he throws off his hood, revealing that it's Malice of Damage, Inc. Inside the ring, Miller has gotten just enough room from his two attackers that he is trying to throw elbows to get totally free, in the process he's torn their hoods off to reveal Mayhem and Xavier Reid!

Sydney: It's BRAWL! The Brawl Roster is here! Hey, all you punks in the locker room, GET OUT OF HERE AND HELP!

The call to action works as members of the Paramount Roster flood the ring, attacking all four members of the Brawl roster! Candy and JFS immediately attack Reid. Emma Louise, Roozilla and Adriana Aquilla all go after Malice, El Pablo attacks and Mayhem and ACE KING comes running down to take up the rear, immediately making a bee line right for Stephanie Matsuda!!!! King lunges at Matsuda, bringing them both to the mat outside the ring. JFS and Candy have Reid in the corner, he is ducking and dodging shots left and right, Emma, Roo and Addy have the big man Mayhem on the ground as Jake Lumas comes down with a massive chair shot over Malice's back. El Pablo is handling Mayhem, but Isabella is in the ring now assisting him as Ace King and Stephanie Matsuda are absolutely pummeling each other on the outside still.

Watson: Well order seems to have been mostly restored, except for the brawl going on between the Undisputed Champion and his challenger for Hardcore Revolution in just 5 days!

Security rushes the ringside area now, trying to get Matsuda off of King, as she is currently in full mount over the champion. She gets told of the happenings and quickly bails into the ring. She watches as King gets to his feet, security is telling him that this is over and he needs to go to the back. Ace is fired up though and refuses to go to the back. In the ring, Matsuda is stalking Ace, patiently waiting. Ace is able to skirt the security guards and slide under the ring, popping up and going right back at Matsuda! This causes an all out melee between the two and its almost a full minute before the Paramount roster is able to separate them!

Watson: What is in the water backstage tonight?! Tensions are running extremely high here apparently folks, but at least for now we have a small handle on things. We are COMPLETELY out of time though, please tune in to Brawl's brand exclusive Pay Per View, Hardcore Revolution, Monday night and we will return with Paramount #9 from Las Vegas, Nevada on July 7th as we host Monday Night Brawl for the invasion episode! For Cid Sydney, I am Tim Watson saying thanks for watching folks and we will see you all next time!!!

The camera fades on a split shot of the faces of both Ace King and Stephanie Matsuda.

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MATCH ONE
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MATCH FIVE
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WRITER: Roozilla

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MATCH EIGHT| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Jake Lumas
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RECAP OF WINNERS

SINNGLES MATCH
Marcu$ $t. John Vs Killjoy Ito
WINNER: Killjoy Ito
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TRIPLE THREAT/X-DIVISION RULES MATCH
NON-TITLE
Wes Walker(N/S) (PINNED) Vs King Flip Vs Stitches
WINNER: Stitches

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KU & James Keaton Vs JFS & Emma Louise
WINNERS: KU & James Keaton

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WINNER: Erica Marie

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NON-TITLE
Gabriel Ohio Vs Ace King
WINNER: Ace King
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NON-TITLE
Roozilla & Adriana Aquilla (PINNED) Vs The High School Prom Committe Vs The Southern Express
WINNERS: The Southern Express

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X-DIVISION RULES MATCH
Nevaeh Vs Jason Hunter
WINNER: Nevaeh

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TRIPLE THREAT CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Jake Lumas(PINNED) Vs Isabella Vs David Miller
WINNER: and STILL EWC Broadcast Champion: David Miller
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