PARAMOUNT WRESTLING #011 ALBUQURQUE
Sept 8, 2021 20:35:30 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents
“Superstar” by For Squirrels begins to blast over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
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 Albuquerque 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.
** LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!! **
EPISODE #11
EPISODE #11
September 8TH, 2021
LIVE! from the DreamStyle Arena- Albuquerque, New MexicoWARNING: 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 Dreamstyle Arena!
Then a cut to another, equally explosive show on the inside!
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 Albuquerque 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!
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, Robbie Rayder, Adriana Aquilla, Nevaeh, , El Pablo, , Killjoy Ito, James Keaton, Isabella, Jason Hunter, Bathsheba, Ben Superior, Tenjitsu, Liz Idol, and JFS. Then, the camera cuts to a series of shots of the Paramount Wrestling champions; David Miller with the CW Broadcast Championship, The Southern Express & Bunny Love with the Tag Team Championships, and then finally Marcu$ $t. John 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 Dreamstyle Arena with them here tonight. The Paramount Wrestling fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:
"The Prince of Wrestling has come to the Duke City!"
"The Southern Express will make history again tonight!"
"The Rainbowlution goes EXTREME tonight!"
"I am here to see Miller and Killjoy beat each other senseless!!!"
The Crowd starts to chant as the pan of the audience continues.
"PAR-A-MOUNT!!!"
"PARA-A-MOUNT!!!"
"PARA-A-MOUNT!!!"
"PAR-A-MOUNT!!!"
"PARA-A-MOUNT!!!"
"PARA-A-MOUNT!!!"
"PAR-A-MOUNT!!!"
The lights come back to full and the fans offer one last rousing cheer at the opening festivities. Tonight's announcers are on standby and ready for the show to begin.
Watson: Welcome to the Burque!!!!! Paramount Wrestling is live from the Dreamstyle arena in Albuquerque, New Mexico! The road to the EWC Rumble is underway tonight and we have another action packed show for you lined up! I am Tim Watson, and with me as always is my partner Cid Sydney
Sydney: It's great to be back with another episode of Paramount Wrestling! As Tim said, we have an absolutely packed show in store tonight, which will be headlined by two major happenings. The first is our MASSIVE main event that puts SMILE members Stitches and Nevaeh against the EWC Tag Team Champions The Southern Express in the quarter finals of the Super 16 Tag Team Tournament. and then just as we were going on the air tonight we were told that we will see the contract signing between Ace King and Scorpio for their Undisputed Championship collision at The Rumble!
Watson: Yes! This is going to be a wild night. Anytime Scorpio is in the building, you know SOMETHING is going to happen! We also will see Jason Hunter take on the EWC Outlaw Mercenary
Sydney David Miller defends his CW Broadcast Championship against Killjoy Ito, The Texas Angels make their debut as official members of the Paramount roster to take on The oddball pairing of The Wicked & The Divine.
Watson: Marcu$ St. John takes on JFS in non-title action and then we crown a number one contender to the X-Division championship when King Flip from Brawl takes on Isabella and El Pablo!
“Remember the Name” by Fort Minor begins to blare as the crowd in Albuquerque begins to go crazy! Out from behind the curtain steps Paramount Wrestling General Manager Chris Brock! He quickly makes his way down to the ring, where Isabella Starr hands him a microphone.
Watson: Chris Brock looks to have something to say here tonight!
Sydney: With so much going on in EWC, I can’t even begin to know what this is about!
Brock enters the ring as the music dies down.
Brock: What is up Albuquerque!
The crowd cheers at the home town nod.
Brock: We are on the road to the EWC Rumble, and after that we are closing in on the end of the season, which means WrestleFest! With all of that on my mind, I started to think about where Paramount sits in all of this. Last year a member of the Orange brand won the Rumble and then went on to be the first ever person to win the Undisputed championship while a member of this roster!
The crowd cheers, remembering Stitches the clown pulling off those tasks!
Brock: This year, I fully expect someone on this roster to win the rumble again, but before we get there I have some business to take care of. DAVID MILLER...JORDAN SHARPE… KILLJOY ITO… I need all three of you to come out here now please.
Watson: Brock is calling out these three men, but why?!
All three men make their way down to the ring, Killjoy Ito first, accompanied by Buddy Love, followed by JFS, and then the CW Broadcast Champion himself, David Miller, the title hanging proudly over his shoulder. Felicia Mathews walks beside him, a close eye kept on Buddy Love, as well as Jordan Sharpe. They enter the ring and separate immediately to their own corners. Ever on guard, Miller positions himself between the other two, his eyes shifting between Ito, Love, Sharpe, and even Brock, as if anticipating the first attack.
Brock: The three of you are pillars of this brand. You all have achieved so much this year. Killjoy, you beat the Undisputed Champion before StrangleMania, and then beat the current North American champion at Paramount #9.
Jordan Sharpe.. You’ve only been here for a short time, but you are a former Indysputed champion. You've impressed in every match you have been in this year, no matter if it was the G1 or here on Paramount. In fact on Paramount #10 you did the unthinkable and you became the first person in 9 months to pin David Miller.
The reaction from Miller is immediate. Cracking his neck with a savage twist of his head, he started to move forward, but Felicia quickly placed a stopping hand to his chest. Pausing, Miller took a deep, seething breath, and fixed Brock with a warning glare. Making it obvious the showrunner was on very thin ice. Sharpe smirked, then nodded with a smile, openly daring the fighter forward. A rumble from the crowd signaled their approval.
Brock: And David… I mean what have you NOT done this year? You are the only remaining Broadcast champion from the start of the season, you have defended this belt eight times, tonight could be number 9, and you have taken down a LOT of people outside of Paramount including Bosa and Asriel Buzzard.You’ve been unstoppable this season and you have two wins over our current North American champion. Speaking of the North American Championship…
Brock turns to Miller.
Brock: You have been ducking more for months David. I have been offering you chance after chance the North American championship and you have turned me down every time in favor of chasing glory as the CW Broadcast champion. I get it David, I do...and the cause is noble, but there is a responsibility that comes with success, and you have officially reached the end of the line. At the Rumble, You will fight Marcu$ $t. John for the North American championship.
The crowd goes wild with this announcement!
Watson: HOLY HELL! Talk about a match that we all want to see! David Miller going for the highest honor we have on Paramount!
Brock: That match WILL be title for title if you are still the CW Broadcast champion. And whoever wins that match, if it is title for title, will walk away with both championships and then immediately vacate the CW Broadcast championship.
Brock turns to Killjoy and JFS.
Brock: You two have beaten champions recently and both are deserving of a North American Championship opportunity. Killjoy is 3-0 against M$J and JFS, you beat the guy who no one thought could be beat in a Paramount ring. So here is how we are going to settle this… At Paramount 12 JFS will take on Killjoy Ito… The winner of that match will fight whomever leaves the Rumble as North American champion… AT WRESTLEFEST!!!
The crowd erupts again as the news keeps on coming. Looking from Ito to Sharpe, Miller drops his shoulder, sliding the CW Championship to his hand so he can pass it to Felicia. Stepping forward, he gets face to face with Brock. With only inches between them.
Watson: Looks like the CW Broadcast Champion might have something to say!
A tense uneasiness ripples through the crowd, but Brock is unphased. Upturning the mic, he holds it out to Miller, who slowly takes it and steps back, pacing his little corner of the ring. Using the thumb of his free hand to scratch at the side of his nose, he glares across the way to his potential future challengers.
Miller: First things first, Brock.
He pointed towards Sharpe, who responded by locking eyes with the champion.
Miller: Don’t – ever – call him a pillar of this brand again.
Sharpe cackles as Miller says this and slaps his knee, gesturing to Miller to continue, as a jeer of disapproval rises from the crowd. Miller ignores it, staring daggers at the only man to truly embarrass him this season. Brock glances over his shoulder to Jordan, then back to Miller with an unapologetic shrug. The camera catches him mouthing the words “He is.”
Miller: No. No, he fucking isn’t. You don’t get to be a pillar of the brand when you show up halfway into the fucking season. After hiding under a fucking rock for two months! Pillar of the brand, my ass, Brock.
A distinct boo emanates from the fans, along with a ‘J.F.S.’ chant that reverberates as it grows louder.
JFS: You mad because my pillar's bigger than yours, Miller?
They cheer as Miller tries his best to ignore Jordan's annoying comments.
Sydney: It's always a pillar measuring contest with these guys, isn't it?
Turning his attention back to the showrunner, a smirk crossed the champion’s face.
Miller: As for ‘ducking more’, you know damn well why. We've been through this before, but let's squash this shit once and for all.
He stabbed a finger towards Brock's chest, stopping just short.
Miller: You said it, yourself. I’ve defended that belt 8 times.
He cast a sidelong look towards Ito, who stared back.
Miller: Soon to be 9.
Ito smirks as Buddy shakes his head and mouths ‘no’. Miller simply smiled, and looked back at Brock.
Miller: That puts me 1 defense away from tying Hawkins record. In half the fucking time. And do you know why? Because I don’t back down from a fight. I don’t turn my back on a challenge. And that belt?
He pointed back to the CW Broadcast title, currently resting on Felicia’s shoulder.
Miller: That belt epitomizes that. It personifies it. That belt is the coveted piece of gold in this fucking company. Thanks to me! You want to know why I keep rejecting your calls? Why I keep telling you to fuck off? It’s because I’m not lazy enough to sit on my ass for months at a time. It’s because I know damn well the second – the very fucking second – I take that strap off St. John.
He intentionally paused, letting the confidence of the statement sink in.
Miller: It means I end up just as useless, and pointless, as every other so-called champion in this place! Just sitting around, picking my nose, thumb up my ass, because heaven forbid I actually DEFEND my fucking title!
An opposing chant of ‘Miller’ rose against the still-echoing chorus of ‘J.F.S.’. Buddy looks around and mouths, ‘what about us?’ There is a small ‘KILLJOY’ chant and Buddy shrugs
Miller: So do me a favor, Brock, and give me a reason. Give me – One. Good. Fucking. Reason.
Turning, he mouthed something to Felicia, who handed him the CW Broadcast title. Settling it over his shoulder, Miller turned back to Brock … and simply mimicked his earlier offering of the mic. Waiting...but it’s not Chris Brock who takes the mic from David Miller, it’s Buddy Love and this draw a small pop from the Paramount crowd
Love: Well now that we are done with ‘David Miller pity party’ portion of the night, I mean cry me a river man, ‘the big bad GM wants to force me to face the North American Champion’ boo-hoo, everyone in that locker room backstage would kill for that chance, Killjoy, who has beaten M$J three times now, the last one when he was the North American Champion and add in, he also beat Robbie Rayder when he was North American Champion, is LONG overdue for a shot at that championship but has to sit back and watch as your ungrateful butt gets the match, heck I’m sure Jordan would gladly take the match you don’t want…
Buddy looks at Jordan and shrugs
Love: And you don’t want the match because why, you want to chance down Griffin Hawkin’s record of defenses in half the time, awesome but here is the thing, it’s not historic, what you are doing, we have seen it this year and we have seen it done better, Asriel Buzzard defended his Broadcast Championship 11 times this season and did it quicker than your 8 times...so GREAT JOB DAVID but we will make it easy for you tonight, we will end your run at 8, we will make sure you don’t see defense number 9 and then you can just move down the hand picked path that GM Brock has set in front of you…
Buddy starts to walk around the ring
Love: But I understand your trepidation David of moving forward…
Buddy stops in front of the camera and looks right into it
Love: See mom, I have been using your Word of the Day Calendar…
He smiles and waves to his mother before looking back at David Miller
Love: Up until recently you haven’t been the best when the pressure is on, when the weight of the world is on your shoulders...when you have to be front and center. I mean GM Brock and yourself just went on and on about how great you are but the truth is you’re not even the best Broadcast Champion in the EWC, Scorpio proved he was the best at Parabellum and he’s the Broadcast Championship getting the shot at the Undisputed Champion at the Rumble, the same Undisputed Champion you are 0-2 against this season…
Buddy smiles and then looks at Jordan Sharpe
Love: The same Ace King that beat you last season…
Buddy shrugs and looks at Chris Brock
Love: But the same Undisputed Champion that Killjoy beat at last year’s Rumble and then beat again at this year’s StrangleMania. You see Mr GM Sir, we didn’t come to the FSW because we flamed out on the Main Brand like David here and we didn’t decide to join Paramount halfway through the season and only when we saw it was successful, NO, we came here because we believed this was were we belonged and since we have been on your roster we have delivered for YOU, for these fans…
Buddy looks out to the crowd
Love: You wanted the X-Division Championship, KILLJOY went out and won it, you wanted the Rumble win, well KILLJOY took out the biggest threat in the Rumble, he was the one that eliminated Ryo Hazama and put himself at risk allowing Stitches to bring home the win, at these year’s StrangleMania, KILLJOY beat Ace King...and wes walker and won back the X-Division Championship, we have done EVERYTHING you asked for and yet we are still made to sit behind David Miller for the ultimate prize here in Paramount...and now we are being told we have to beat Jordan Sharpe just to get a match we have already proven we deserve…
Buddy shakes his head
Love: My father always said to me ‘Buddy, life is going to hold you back because you are a Love’ but it wasn't till tonight that I understood this...so, we could cry and pout like David Miller here OR we can do the next best thing and ruin this champion v. champion match at the Rumble, to take that CW Broadcast Championship off David Miller’s hands and leave him with nothing once again…
Buddy shrugs
Love: And maybe by doing that we will start to get the respect that we have earned around here.
Buddy turns and tips his imaginary cap to the former Indysputed Champion. He offers the microphone to JFS, who remains motionless and stoic. After a few seconds, Buddy then tosses the microphone back to Brock
Brock: Are we done pissing in the wind?
He looks to all three men briefly before settling back to JFS and Killjoy.
Brock: You both will get your due. I promote competition on this show and that is why I'm giving all three of you the opportunity to prove to me who is the best among you.
Brock turns back to Miller.
Brock: As for you, as Buddy called out already, your chasing a record that has already been broken by Buzzard earlier this year. The same Buzzard that you beat in Antartica. You have proven me right so many times this season David. Your name may not be on the poster, but that's only because you wouldn't answer the phone when we tried to book the photo shoot. You have spent so much time avoiding the spotlight, but all you really want is that main spot. Well guess what, you're going to get your shot at it. Stop trying to be better than everyone else and just continue to show everyone that you are the fighter I chose to have on this show. I could have denied you the roster spot last season. I could have said "No, I don't want anyone from Brawl or Prime" but instead I have welcomed anyone and everyone to come here to Paramount wrestling... why? Because THIS is where EWC is at its best. We are the Pinnacle of Professional Wrestling for a goddamn reason. You want a reason why you should go after the North American championship? Here's one: The be the best, you have to beat the best.. and right now, Marcu$ $t John is the best of Paramount. A man you have beaten twice and Killjoy three times. That should piss you off to no end. So go to the Rumble later this month and do what you do best... fight!
The fans cheer as Brock drops the microphone and we fade to commercial.
He looks to all three men briefly before settling back to JFS and Killjoy.
Brock: You both will get your due. I promote competition on this show and that is why I'm giving all three of you the opportunity to prove to me who is the best among you.
Brock turns back to Miller.
Brock: As for you, as Buddy called out already, your chasing a record that has already been broken by Buzzard earlier this year. The same Buzzard that you beat in Antartica. You have proven me right so many times this season David. Your name may not be on the poster, but that's only because you wouldn't answer the phone when we tried to book the photo shoot. You have spent so much time avoiding the spotlight, but all you really want is that main spot. Well guess what, you're going to get your shot at it. Stop trying to be better than everyone else and just continue to show everyone that you are the fighter I chose to have on this show. I could have denied you the roster spot last season. I could have said "No, I don't want anyone from Brawl or Prime" but instead I have welcomed anyone and everyone to come here to Paramount wrestling... why? Because THIS is where EWC is at its best. We are the Pinnacle of Professional Wrestling for a goddamn reason. You want a reason why you should go after the North American championship? Here's one: The be the best, you have to beat the best.. and right now, Marcu$ $t John is the best of Paramount. A man you have beaten twice and Killjoy three times. That should piss you off to no end. So go to the Rumble later this month and do what you do best... fight!
The fans cheer as Brock drops the microphone and we fade to commercial.
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MATCH TITLE
Jason Hunter
VS Mercenary
Starr: The following is our opening contest and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Oakland, California. He is the EWC Outlaw… MERCENARY!!!
Dropkick Murphys The Gauntlet blasts over the PA. A flashing red strobe lights the stage as the rest of the room goes dark. Mercenary swaggers out onto the stage with his face hidden behind a hard tactical mask painted to look like The Punisher's iconic skull logo. His eyes inside the mask scan the crowd. He crosses both arms, gloved fists clenched, across his chest and under his chin. The pose resembles a skull and crossbones. To either side of him the stage explodes in motes of red and orange flame. The fans sing along as the song comes to its chorus:
Stand Up and FIGHT!
And I'll Stand Up with you.
We shall succeed.
STAND UP AND FIGHT!
AND I'LL STAND UP WITH YOU!
Removing the mask the big man salutes the crowd and stalks towards the ring at a steady pace filled with menace and a deadly purpose he climbs between the ropes and walks to the corner where he throws a few shadow punch combos at the turnbuckle before turning with his back to the corner, his arms cross again across his chest, waiting for the bell to give him the sign to come out swinging.
Starr: and his opponent! From San Francisco, California he is the Prince of Wrestling… 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 making sure his face mask is tight on his face protecting his nose.
Referee Matt Mercer checks both men quickly before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING
Both men charge at each other and Jasopn gets the upper hand with a quick running knee that catches the much bigger Mercenary in the gut, doubling him over. Jason follows that up with a superkick that takes the big man off of his feet! Jason with a quick cover…
ONE..
Kickout!
Mercenary shoves Jason off of him very quickly and sits up, nodding his head as a show of respect to the Prince of wrestling. Merc gets to his feet and Jason attempts a lariat, but Merc quickly ducks and hits the ropes, coming off with a big boot that turns Jason inside out as he does a complete backflip, landing on his back! Mercenary steps back into the ropes and comes off with a Guillotine leg drop! Mercenary rolls over and hooks the leg for the cover now…
ONE…
TWO…
THR- Kickout!
Jason manages to kick out!
Watson: I don’t know where Jason got the power to kick out, but kudos to him!
Sydney: That had to be pure instinct, Tim. A person like Jason Hunter, who has born an bred into this business, you just have this natural instinct that takes over and you find that your body is capable of things you never thought it was.
Mercenary looks just a bit shocked, but he shrugs it off and looks to pick Jason up and get him to his feet. Jason explodes with a burst of energy and throws Mercenary’s arms away before landing a few high impact punches that rock the outlaw. Merc steps back into the ropes and Jason tries to irish whip the big man, but has no luck as the size and weight advantage that Mercenary has is just too much for Jason to counter. Mer reverses and sends Jason into the ropes instead. Jason bounces off looking for a cross body, but Mercenary catches him in mid air and hits a delayed fall away slam that sends Jason across the ring. His momentum carries him under the bottom rope and to the outside!
Mercenary gets to his feet and begins looking for his opponent, but he is unable to find him. Merc starts looking around, but Jason comes in behind the big man, gets to the apron, jumps to the top rope and just as Mercenary turns to face the boss, he jumps off and hits a moonsault. PIPER’S PIT! Jason hits the mark and gets right back to his feet. He is totally pumped up now as the crowd is cheering for both men in the ring! Jason sees his opportunity and goes back to the corner, climbing the ropes and prepares himself for what is to come. Merc is still dazed on the mat as Jason looks around to the crowd, soaking in the energy before he leaps, landing a twisting shooting star press known as a Red Arrow…. JASON’S SCORE! The impact causes both men to bounce off of the mat, but Jason is able to keep hold of the big mans leg and hook it for a pin..
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: Here is your winner, via pinfall, JASON HUNTER!!!
Watson: What a win for Jason Hunter! Mercenary had this match well in the bag, but one quick adjustment turned the tides and Jason was able to capitalize.
Sydney: Mercenary had a great strategy here, he did not attempt to JUST over power Jason, he wanted to wrestle him straight up and it worked all the way until Jason was able to catch him off guard. Both men deserved that win tonight, but only one can. Congrats to Jason Hunter. Big win tonight.
Watson: Ladies and gentlemen, we are JUST getting started here tonight. You do NOT want to miss a moment of Paramount Wrestling action. We will be right back.
SINGLES MATCH
FOR THE CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Killjoy Ito
VS David Miller
We return to ringside where Watson and Sidney are anxious to keep the action going.
Watson: Address whatever transition just happened and then opening Match Hype Comments
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the CW Broadcast Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Daly City, California, by way of Tokyo, Japan! Being accompanied to the ring by Buddy Love, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds … KILLJOY … ITO!
‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the stage and raises his arms into the air as the lights fade out. He jumps up and down as ‘Deeper Depper’ begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy Ito is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down. He swings around to face the ring as Buddy Love runs up and stands next to him. After a quick word the pair start to walk towards the ring, Buddy runs ahead and charges up the steps and holds open the ropes for Killjoy to step through. Killjoy walks to the center of the ring, extends his arms and tilts his head back to soak everything in.
Starr: And his opponent, from Long Beach, California. Weighing in at two hundred, thirty-five pounds. He is the current, reigning, and defending CW Broadcast Champion ... DAVID ... MILLER!
As the aggressive cadence of Damnation Plan's “Judgement Day” rips through the speakers, the lights shift to rapid strobes as David Miller marches out from behind the curtain, head bowed, and fists clenched. The CW Broadcast Championship strapped around his waist. Felicia Mathews walks out beside him. A sudden twist cracks the bones in his neck as he starts down towards the ring, paying no attention to the mixed reaction of the crowd. Reaching the floor, he climbs the ring steps and ducks between the ropes, while Felicia moves to her side of the apron, already locking eyes with Buddy. Miller silently paces the inside of the ring while peeling off his jacket. Tossing it aside he moves to his corner and turns, locking his eyes on Killjoy as he unstraps the belt, and slowly raises it over his head.
DING DING DING
Neither man wastes a moment, coming together with a crash in the center of the ring. Miller tries to overpower Ito early, but Killjoy slips away and hits a low kick to Miller’s leg. Then a second. And a third, causing the champ’s knee to buckle. Ito grabs Miller and snapmares him over, hitting a soccer kick to the spine. As Miller seizes up, Ito flips over him with a rolling neck whip. Miller clutches his neck and rolls to his knees, but the fresher Ito is far faster, hitting a jumping knee drop to the back of Miller’s neck, driving him face first into the mat. Buddy slaps the apron, shouting encouragement for Ito to keep it up, while Felicia watches calmly, but with growing concern. Ito pulls Miller to his feet, and Miller drives an uppercut into Ito’s ribs. He follows with a second, then drives up with a headbutt into the bottom of Ito’s jaw. Ito recoils, grabbing his face but Miller grabs hold of his arm and pulls him into a brutal short-arm clothesline. Taking a second to clear his head, Miller stomps on Ito’s face, then the side of his head, before pulling him up and throwing him over with a side belly to belly suplex. Miller hooks the leg.ONE...
Ito kicks out.
Watson: This is a side of David Miller we are not used to seeing here. He is scrambling early and that pin attempt was absolutely not going to work. He knew it too.
Sydney: While I agree with you Tim, it is all about making your opponent expend energy. Miller had to slow this match down to control the tempo.
Moving into a mounted position, Miller rains punches down on Ito, but Ito blocks many of them, before catching Miller’s hand and sweeping him into a cross armbreaker. Locking his fingers, Miller gets to his feet and deadlifts Ito off the canvas, hitting a modified snap powerbomb. Ito smartly rolls under the ropes and Miller follows him. Buddy comes in to talk to Killjoy, but Felicia menaces him away. Miller pulls Ito to his feet, but Ito again kicks at the knee, then drives a forearm into the side of Miller’s head and finishes with a palm thrust that dazes the champion. Before Miller can recover, Ito ducks low and scoops him up, dropping him on the apron with a Death Valley Driver!
Watson: What a devastating Maneuver by the challenger! Killjoy looks to have really come prepared for anything the CW Broadcast champion can bring!
Sydney: The match is still young, anything can happen to turn the tide!
Miller rolls off the apron and slumps to the floor mats. Ito leaps off the apron with a diving double foot stomp to the small of Miller’s back, causing the champ to scream in pain. From the other side of the corner, Buddy points at Felicia and taunts as bravely as he can. Pulling Miller to his feet, Ito rolls him back into the ring and climbs onto the apron. Miller somehow manages to get to his feet, but Ito flies in with a Kushu forearm to the head. He hooks the leg and stacks.
ONE...
TWO..
THR- NO!
Miller weakly heaves his foot up onto the bottom rope.
Watson: David Miller with the ring awareness to know all he had to do was get the foot on the rope!
Sydney: Or is he that far done already that the foot was all he could muster?! This could spell the end for Miller here!
Buddy yells in frustration, while Felicia visibly sighs in relief, but still calls to Miller, ordering him to keep going. Ito is up first. He pulls Miller up to his knees and buries a forearm into the side of his head, plus a knee to the gut, but Miller eats both, and follows with a shove that puts Ito in perfect position for a knife edge chop. Ito’s face freezes in pain, but Miller just chops him again. And then again. Struggling for breath, Ito can’t stop Miller from whipping him to the ropes, but Ito manages to reverse the whip, hitting a picture-perfect dropkick on Miller as he rebounds. Slow to a knee, Ito rubs at his beet-red chest, visibly wincing. Miller rolls to all fours and uses the ropes to pull himself up, turning just in time to see Ito coming at him. Side-stepping, Miller grabs Ito and shoves him chest-first into the corner.
Watson:That was a great sequence by the Champ! Miller is starting to really get into this match now!
Grabbing Ito from behind, Miller slams a punch into his kidney. Then a second. Bending Ito backward, Miller powers him over with an inverted suplex, dropping the ‘Ace of Paramount’ on his blistering chest. Ito pops up onto his knees, teeth clenched, eyes wide with pain. Turning, Miller bull rushes him, looking for a knee lift, but Ito, lightning-fast, shifts positions and brings Miller down with a drop toe hold, slamming the champ’s face into the mat. Ito collapses.
Watson: Both men are down now!
Sydney: Just when we think this match might be going one way, someone turns it the other! I love this shit!
Buddy frantically slaps at the apron, screaming his head off for Ito to take advantage. Felicia moves into Miller’s line of sight and stares at him, unblinking, forcing him to focus. Getting to his feet, Ito stumbles into the corner and waits, watching as Miller struggles to get back to his knees. Rushing from the corner, Ito looks for the Kettei-Da, but Miller just manages to lurch to the side, shoving Ito into the ropes. As Ito recoils backwards, Miller grabs him from behind and tries for a belly to back suplex, but Ito flips over and lands on his feet before locking in the Ronguguddonaito!
Watson:THIS COULD BE IT FOR MILLER RIGHT HERE!
Sydney:When all else fails, choke the bastard!
Miller’s eyes widen in panic as Ito sinks the choke, trying to pull Miller off his feet and down to the mat. Miller pries at Ito’s fingers, but they’re too strong. Gritting his teeth, he starts buckling at the knees, sending Buddy into a frenzy, ordering Ito to make it tighter. In a desperate move, Miller reaches back and grabs Ito’s head, before dropping to both knees and hitting a modified jawbreaker! The same exact counter Sharpe used again him! Ito immediately breaks the hold and recoils, clutching his jaw as he turns away. Coughing, gasping for air, Miller turns and grabs Ito by the trunks, pulling him back and snapping him over into a Hard Goodbye! Buddy screams ‘No!’ as Miller struggles to hook the near leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: Here is your winner, and STILL the CW Broadcast Champion … DAVID … MILLER!
Miller collapses onto his back beside Ito, both men gasping for as much air as possible. Buddy slams the apron in frustration, and glares at Felicia, who simply rolls into the ring and makes her way over to Miller, kneeling beside him. Lizarraga walks over and drapes the CW Championship across Miller’s chest, while Buddy helps Ito up into a sitting position. Both fighters look over to each other, offering exhausted nods of respect as they’re helped back up.
Watson: Adios Mio! What a match folks! Those two men just went to war AGAIN for that CW Broadcast championship and we are all the winners for having seen it
Sydney: Absolute mayhem from both men tonight, each had moments where they were in control, but Killjoy maintained the position of power through most of this match. Miller was just very lucky to be able to counter that submission at the end!
Ito rolls out to the floor, making his way to the back supported by Buddy. Miller and Felicia remain in the ring, with Felicia draping the belt over his shoulder. Miller grabs it, and slowly raises it over his head to a pop from the crowd.
Watson: Well now we know that at the Rumble, it will be David Miller and Marcu$ $t. John going at it TITLE FOR TITLE at the EWC Rumble later this month! DO NOT CHANGE THAT CHANNEL FOLKS! We still have so much to come tonight! We will be right back!
Camera cuts to ...
The carnival clowns trudge their way through the backstage area, Stitches up-front with Marionette and Felix Lestrange to either side and Harrow Quinn towering behind him. The three were accompanying the clown for the Tag Team Championship match later in the night. Suddenly they spot Alejandro grabbing a bottle of water from a nearby vending machine which prompts Stitches to approach, realising that Isabella would be competing later in the night for contention to the X-Division Championship.
Stitches: Hey, look who it is…Wait, who are you?
Harrow Quinn whispers in Stitches’ ear.
Stitches: Right… right… You manage Isabella. Just know that, whoever walks out of that triple threat later tonight will be walking into a death trap against the X-Division Champion. This championship has sat dormant over my shoulder for months, as King Flip put it, and I am begging for someone to step up and try to rip it from my shoulders
By now, Alejandro has turned around, looking right at the group, though his eyes are focused primarily on Stitches. He stays silent, keeping the bottle held in his hand before merely nodding at the words.
De La Rosa: I may not be a blood relative to her or anything, but I know she understands everything you’ve just relayed. She’ll be ready if push comes to shove. Now … you have your own fight tonight, just as she’s got her own. Maybe you should get ready for that instead, hm?
Rather than turning his back to Stitches, Alejandro begins walking backwards, able to comprehend it’d be foolish to walk with his back showing.
Stitches: You have nothing to worry about, you are not my concern. Isabella is, pending she makes it through the Triple Threat. But you’re right, I have more important things to worry about tonight. But I am prepared, so too is Nevaeh, so too are the three standing beside me, we are all prepared to pry those Tag Team Championships away from the Southern Express. Just as I will be prepared for whoever walks out of that Triple Threat later tonight. I am a man of many talents, Alejandro, I am able to dip proverbial fingers into proverbial multiple pies.
With that Stitches, accompanied by Harrow Quinn, Felix Lestrange, and Marionette, pass by Alejandro who still has their back firmly pressed up against a nearby wall, eyes firmly fixed upon the four clowns as they continue to walk down the corridor.
TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
The Texas Angels
VS The Wicked & The Divine
We return to ringside where the crew is finishing prep work for the next match!
Watson: Well folks, it's been a wild night so far but up next we have a tag team showcase in store as the Texas Angels take on the Wicked and the Divine!
Starr: The following match is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from Dallas, Texas, the team of Carrie and Nina Samson ... THE TEXAS ANGELS!
"Doing It Wrong" by Brent Rivera blasts across the speakers as pink and yellow lights bounce around the arena. Nina and Carrie Samson burst through the curtains as the crowd goes nuts. They stand on the stage, fist bump with each other before sprinting down the ramp and hyping the crowd by standing on the turnbuckles.
Starr: And their opponents, the team of Addy Aquilla and James Keaton ... THE WICKED AND THE DIVINE!
"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.
James Keaton follows behind disregarding the audience as Adriana soaks up the attention.
DING DING DING
Carrie and Addy start things off, the latter trying to stay ahead of the curve as she unloads a flurry of offense on the elder Angel. She eventually sends Carrie to the corner, stepping back before charging...only for Carrie to dodge at the last second, forcing Addy's momentum to send her crashing into the steel post! Addy is reeling after that, and it's just the opportunity Carrie needs as she sends Addy down hard with a floatover neckbreaker! Both women are down, but Addy is already crawling toward the corner to get a tag in to Keaton...who cuts Carrie off from making a tag of her own!
Watson: Some close action in the early goings here, but it looks like Keaton is going to control the pace!
Sydney: When your opponents AND your tag partner rely on agility and speed, sheer strength becomes an X factor!
The big man makes good use of his size advantage here, laying into Carrie with some hard stomps before picking her up and sending her back into the corner. From there he continues the attack, even going so far as to start choking her out with his boot as the ref starts counting.
To his credit, Keaton stops just as the ref gets to the count of four, stepping back to allow a clean break. He charges at Carrie looking for a lariat...but Carrie ducks under it! Carrie leaps to the corner where Nina awaits, getting a hot tag in the process!
Nina is a house on fire as she unleashes a flurry of offense on the Wicked, the crowd loving every moment of her use of martial arts and joshi knowhow to really take the heat to Keaton before she sends him flying over the top rope with a dropkick!
Watson: Things just got a bit more chaotic after that dropkick, Sid!
Sydney: This could be a turning point, one that both teams need to capitalize on!
Keaton is already back on his feet on the outside, only for Nina to come rushing in with a dive through the ropes...RIGHT INTO A FOREARM BY THE WICKED! Nina is down and Carrie looks to come to her aid, but is cut off by Addy as Keaton sends Nina back into the ring. Keaton hits a European uppercut on Nina, who frantically looks for a tag to Carrie...who is still preoccupied dealing with Addy on the outside!
As the ref deals with that situation, Keaton takes advantage with a particularly stiff uppercut on Nina before locking in a stranglehold! He's cinching it in tight as he brings Nina down into the camel clutch...WICKED CLUTCH IT IS! Nina is wincing in pain, trying desperately to get out of the hold as she reaches out to the ropes...but with Carrie knocked out by Addy by this point, all hope is lost! Nina taps, unable to handle the pain any longer!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winners, via submission... THE WICKED AND THE DIVINE!
The ref is now shouting at Keaton to break the hold, which the Wicked finally does as Addy slides into the ring. The ref raises their arms in victory as we cut to commentary.
Watson: Man, what a match! The Texas Angels really putting in the effort here, but Keaton and Addy make a big statement here!
Sydney: Try as they might, the Angels were sent spiraling down by the Wicked and the Divine tonight!
Keaton and Addy leave the ring as Carrie finally comes to, sliding into the ring to check on Nina.
Watson: Staff to add final commentary and transition to next scene
Camera cuts to ... (staff sets up the transition - commercial/backstage/parking lot)
The camera cuts backstage to Paramount’s own Lisa Goldrush
Goldrush: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, your reigning and defending, record breaking and history making, EWC Tag Team Champions of the World...BOBBY ROSE AND JIMMY LANE, THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!!
The fans inside the Dreamstyle Arena pop as the camera pulls back to show Bobby and Jimmy, alongside their manager Bunny Love, who is holding a championship belt over each shoulder
Goldrush: As we stand here tonight, you two come in to Paramount #011 on day number 408 as the EWC Tag Team Champions of the World, take a moment to let that sink in, you are only the 3rd champions to go over the 400 day mark and it’s not like you are not achieve as champions, you have defended these championships a record 8 times, 5 of those 8 times this season…
Bunny smiles
Love: Unlike a certain ‘champion’ in this match who’s done nothing in 134 days as champion…
Bunny winks into the camera
Love: The fact is even before The Super 16 Tag Team Championship Tournament we have been the hardest working champions in the EWC, we worked every ppv until Night of Champions, we have beaten each and every team that’s stepped forward to challenge us…
Bobby nods
Rose: Including night’s opponents, Stitches and Nevaeh...TWICE this season, it’s like deja vu seeing you two for a third time this season but tonight you get a chance at these…
Bobby points at the tag team championship belts
Rose: Not because you earned the match, sorry but beating The Texas Angles shouldn’t get you a championship match but by the grace of God you get this match because of this Tournament...not off merit…
Jimmy nods
Lane: And you aren’t just challenging us for our spots as the EWC Tag Team Champions of the World but our spots as Paramount’s Elite and Top Tag Team, we signed with Paramount at the start of this season to give them the BEST tag team in the business and we could lose that to a Brawl guy and his side chick…
Rose: And you can see the desperation in them, no more are they Stitches X Nevaeh, they changed up their name, their look...they are acting like they are Stephanie Matsuda and Phoenix Winterborn…
Lane: Wanting praise for beating people THEY SHOULD BEAT…
Love: And here I didn’t think Stitches could fall any further than further than from the top of the Insanity Cage but…
Rose: There he goes, setting a new mark, now he wants us to jerk him off because he went through 39 other EWC Stars AFTER losing to Candy at last year’s Rumble but..
Bobby rubs his chin as does Jimmy
Lane: If memory serves us...and that can be questionable with our lifestyles but Stitches entered the Rumble at #36, in fact 12 people had already been eliminated, so he technically went through 27 other people and of those 27 people he eliminated 3, well technically one because Killjoy had Hazama over the ropes when he jumped in so yeah...there is that false attempt to make himself look better than he is…
Rose: The problem is that have lost faith in themselves as a team, that’s why they have a new name, a new look and they are lying about what they have done in the past, to try and convince themselves that they have a shot, that they deserve this shot…
Love: Bobby and Jimmy have put together one of the best tag team season’s we have ever seen so far, 13-0, 8 MVP’s...while those two struggled to win tag team matches…
Rose: Sub .500 record as a team, you can’t deny that, and while you’ve been chasing us you neglected the X-Division Championship the same way you neglected the Undisputed Championship...not learning from what Jordan and Xavier had done with their championships...because you NEED to win these…
Lane: Well we NEED to defend these, each and every time we defend these we separate ourselves from the rest of the tag team division, we aren’t just re-writing the tag team record books but the EWC record books, we have put ourselves in the company of the GREATS here in this company and we put that on the line each and every time we put those championship’s at risk…
Rose: Tonight we look to punch our ticket to the Rumble, to the semi-finals of the Super 16 Tag Team Tournament against Sabotage and move one match closer to making history once again and YOU TWO ARE IN THE WAY…
Lane: Tonight we have the chance to put to rest two potential hall of famers, to end their quest at tag team glory, to send them on their way back to their singles careers or…
Rose: Our run comes to an end, we have to return to Start without collecting $100…
Love: Fuck that, tonight we END Stitches and Nevaeh once and for all and book our spot in the Rumble!!!
Bunny smacks the tag team championships
Love: Come on boys, HISTORY awaits!!!!
Bunny marches off as Bobby and Jimmy nod and follow her like she’s the Pied Piper
SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE
Jordan Sharpe
VS Marcu$ $t. John
Watson: I don’t know about you, Cid, but this is a matchup I’ve been looking forward to ever since it was announced. Marcu$ $t. John and Jordan Sharpe? It doesn’t get much better than that!
Sydney: This one’s gonna be good.
With that, the camera goes back to Isabella Starr in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand.
Starr: The following contest is scheduled FOR ONE-FALL!
The crowd chants along as ‘You Ain’t Ready’ by Skillet fires up, sending the arena into a frenzy.
Starr: Making his way to the ring, FROM New Brunswick, Canada, weighing in AT 230 pounds… JORDAN… FREAKING… SHAAAAAAAARPEEE!
After a few seconds of anticipation, JFS comes out with Carley California and heads down to the ring, high fiving some fans along the way and slides under the bottom rope.
As Sharpe makes it to the ring, the fans chant 'NO!' after each 'You Ain’t Ready' in his entrance music as he poses against the ropes or up on the turnbuckle. After a few seconds, the opening notes to “Fast Lane” by Bad Meets Evil play through the building, and the crowd boos as a Maybach pulls up onto the entrance ramp.
Starr: AND his opponent, FROM Silicon Valley, California, weighing in AT 220 pounds… He is the EWC North American Champion, and The Young Mogul… MARCU$ $T. JOOOOOOOOHNNNN!
A chauffeur gets out of the vehicle and opens the back door. Marcu$ $t. John gets out on the entrance stage and money starts falling down from the sky with his face on 100 dollar bills as green laser lights illuminate the arena. As the money shower stops, Marcu$ walks down the ramp with a smug look on his face.
He stops right before he gets to the ring and basks in the boos that he is getting from the crowd and waves his hands around as to tell them to keep it going and get louder. He jumps up on the apron and wipes his feet before he enters the ring and poses in the middle of the ring as a light shines a hundred dollar bill in the center of the ring with his face on it before pyro goes off.
DING DING DING
The match is officially underway, but instead of circling his opponent, M$J stands in the middle of the ring, then extends his hand to Sharpe with a small smirk on his face! Sharpe takes a look down at the hand, then up to M$J’s face, then back down at the hand again before swatting it away and launching forward with an Elbow Strike to send the North American Champion staggering backwards, much to the crowd’s delight!
Watson: I don’t know why Marcu$ thought Jordan would buy that gesture for a second, and he’s paying for it in the early going!
Sydney: That’s ridiculous, just shake the man’s hand and get on with it!
With M$J still reeling, Sharpe remains on the offensive, backing the North American Champion into the turnbuckle and battering him with Elbow and Knee Strikes! M$J does his best to weather the storm, eventually grabbing one of Sharpe’s arms and sliding through his legs to twist Sharpe’s arm around his back! M$J wrenches back on the arm further before stomping down, adding to the pain!
M$J backs off for a second, affording Sharpe a precious moment to try and get some feeling back in his arm, but it’s not long before M$J launches himself forward for a Corner Clothesline… But Sharpe moves, and M$J crashes into the corner! Sharpe scoops him up on the rebound, and quickly transitions into a textbook Spinebuster! JFS goes for the cover…
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Watson: Some great back and forth offense to kick this one off, but I felt the impact of that Spinebuster from our table, Cid!
Sydney: Keep it in your pants.
Sharpe doesn’t look too worried as M$J kicks out, getting right back to his feet and dragging the North American Champion up to a vertical base before sending him staggering with a European Uppercut! However, M$J rebounds off the ropes, grabbing Sharpe and planting him with a DDT in the middle of the ring! M$J scrambles for a cover, but Sharpe rolls away before the referee can even drop down to the mat, so M$J bounces back onto his feet to try and keep his momentum going, rolling Sharpe onto his stomach and locking in a Boston Crab, taunting Sharpe as he moves his base back toward the middle of the ring!
Watson: I tell you, once Marcu$ $t. John settles in, I don’t think you can find a more confident competitor from top to bottom not just on Paramount, but in EWC as a whole.
Sydney: There’s a reason he’s got that strap, Tim, and put in a strong effort to get the bigger one last week.
M$J sits down a bit further to add more compression to Sharpe’s lower back as Jordan writhes in pain. At ringside, Carley sits looking somewhat concerned, but starts clapping once Jordan reaches the bottom rope to break the hold, with M$J only letting go right before the referee’s 5-count! The North American Champion puts his hands up as the referee admonishes him, which allows Sharpe to slowly get back to a vertical base. Seeing this, M$J quickly scales the nearby turnbuckle… METEORA OVER THE REFEREE AND ONTO SHARPE!!!
Watson: JESUS, the HEIGHT on that move!
Sydney: I tell you, that’s money right there!
M$J laughs as he rolls through the Meteora, but Sharpe is quickly back to his feet behind the North American Champion, then promptly clutches him and drops him with a Fisherman Suplex! JFS feels a bit of momentum now, getting back to his feet quickly and waiting for M$J to get up… THEN TURNS THE TIDE! Sharpe drops the North American Champion with the Lariat, and he tries to continue on the offensive, picking $t. John up to try the Ode to Milo… But Marcu$ pivots around as Sharpe goes to slam him down… EAT DEFEAT ON THE WAY DOWN!!!
Watson: A brilliant reversal there from the North American Champion.
Sydney: Like I said, the man is money.
Sensing the tide turning again, M$J goes for a Spinning Heel Kick, but Sharpe catches his leg and gets him into his clutches looking for a Fallaway Slam! He launches M$J over, but the North American Champion lands on his feet, bouncing off the ropes and hitting Sharpe with a Dropkick from behind, sending Sharpe into the ropes! On the rebound, M$J gets himself to a proper vertical base with Sharpe on his shoulders… DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! The North American Champion scrambles into a cover…
ONE...
TWO...
THREE....
NOOOOOOO! KICKOUT!!!
Watson: What a sequence there from the North American Champion, it looked like he had Jordan on the ropes, and I don’t know HOW the former Undisputed Champion kicked out of that.
Sydney: HE DIDN’T! The referee was too fuckin’ slow to catch everything!
Watson: Nevertheless, this match continues!
M$J looks to the heavens, still in disbelief that Sharpe kicked out before getting to his feet with Sharpe still downed. With the referee still tending to Sharpe, Marcu$ turns around and digs into the heel of his boot, pulling out a set of brass knuckles! The crowd starts booing as M$J looks at the knuckles, then back to Sharpe, then back to the knuckles again.
Watson: He seems really conflicted here, Cid!
Sydney: Why? He should finish the fuckin’ job, no matter what it takes.
After one more long look at the knuckles, M$J decides to slip them back into his boot, but as he does, Sharpe gets back to his feet and charges forward… CONNECTING DIRECTLY WITH $T. JOHN’S TEMPLE USING THE FREAKIN BOOT! The crowd erupts as Sharpe quickly gets a woozy M$J into position… SHARPEKNIFE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Sharpe goes for the cover…
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: Here is your winner… JORDAN… FREAKING… SHAAAARPEEEE!!!
As ‘You Ain’t Ready’ blasts through the arena, JFS slowly rolls off the top of the North American Champion, sitting up in the middle of the ring with an arm raised..
Watson: Jordan Sharpe has just served notice to the North American Championship picture by pinning the man with the gold himself!
Sydney: I don’t know why Marcu$ stalled there, he had it in the fuckin’ bag and should have knocked his daylights out.
Watson: The indecision with the brass knuckles certainly played a role in the end, but it sure looked like our North American Champion was doing the right thing, so even in defeat, his performance is to be commended.
Sharpe slowly gets to his feet as ‘You Ain’t Ready’ slowly fades out, then turns his attention to $t. John, who’s now up to his knees. JFS looks down at the North American Champion, an intense expression still on his face… but it slowly softens, and he extends $t. John his hand! The North American Champion slowly gets to his feet, looking around at the crowd with some trepidation, then turns his attention back to Sharpe and returns the handshake.
Watson: Classy gesture from both men, as they left it all out here tonight.
Though it’s short, the handshake is enough to get the crowd cheering heartily. The two men exchange a few words inaudible to the camera, then $t. John nods before retrieving his North American Championship and rolling out of the ring, leaving JFS alone to continue his celebrations as we cut to…
Watson: And now, things get interesting, as Paramount once again plays host to an Undisputed Championship contract signing!
Sydney: Why? Neither of these pricks are on the show…
Watson: Maybe not, but not only is the neutral site important, it’s also important to remember that the Undisputed Championship is available to all four brands, and Paramount has certainly played a part in that, and it’s about to be an even bigger part, so let’s not waste any more time and get straight to Mr. Chris Brock in the middle of the ring!
The crowd cheers louder as Brock stands with a microphone in hand, and a table with two chairs sitting before him.
Brock: Ladies and gentlemen, the EWC Rumble from Down Under is just a few weeks away, and while the winner will challenge for the Undisputed Championship at WrestleFest, we’ve still got a long way to go to see who will enter WrestleFest in Rio de Janeiro with the most prized gold in this industry. The Rumble is another step in that direction, where two of EWC’s most fierce competitors will wage war. First, introducing the challenger…
Brock hardly has the words out of his mouth before the crowd starts booing ferociously, and before he’s able to speak again, 'Rule Britannia' hits the speakers as red, white, and blue lighting flashes around the arena. The crowd begin to boo loudly as the image of a waving Union Jack is displayed on the X-Tron. Superimposed on this is the message "Please be upstanding for your Prime Minister". After a little while the orchestral music fades down, almost immediately replaced by Madonna’s 'Iconic' as the house lights go down, switching to a spotlight focused on the curtain. It parts, revealing 'The S-Factor' Scorpio stood behind, already looking annoyed on the stage as Crème de la Crème hurriedly appears behind him.
Watson: It sure doesn’t look like Scorpio’s here for pleasantries tonight, does it?
Sydney: Compared to when, exactly?
Watson: Well, there’s-
Sydney: Nobody asked for your OPINION, Tim, he’s utterly majestic!
He doesn’t wait long before angrily strutting down to the ring, not even removing his coat or waiting for Crème de la Crème to open the ropes before stepping into the ring, then takes his seat on the far side of the table while staring daggers through Brock, who raises the microphone to his mouth one more time.
Brock: Well, let’s not keep our challenger waiting, so allow me to introduce the reigning... DEFENDING.... Undisputed Champion of EWC… ‘The Gambler’... ACE… KING!
“THE ACE OF SPADES! THE ACE OF SPADES!”
Lemmy’s signature growl rips through the arena, and the fans cheer loudly as Ace King almost immediately makes his way out, the Undisputed Championship resting comfortably on his shoulder as he locks in on the ring.
Watson: Certainly all business for the Undisputed Champion tonight, and no love lost between him and his Rumble opponent.
Sydney: Who could love a guy like that at all?
Watson: I think these fans might, along with his friend and tag team partner El Pablo, who we’ll see attempting to become #1 Contender to the X-Division Championship later tonight.
Sydney: Smooth.
‘The Gambler’ raises his championship high to the approval of all except Scorpio, then makes his way down the ramp. It’s not long before Ace takes his seat on the near side of the table, staring a hole through Scorpio as he sets the Undisputed Championship on the table as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.
Brock: Gentlemen, this match is among the most anticipated in the company’s history, so let’s ensure this process goes sm-
A somewhat irked Ace slowly raises a hand in Brock’s direction, inciting a few Paramount diehards in the crowd while prompting the majority of the audience to tense up. The Undisputed Champion picks up his microphone from the table, slowly turning his gaze upon the Paramount General Manager.
Ace King: Mr. Brock, you know I have the utmost respect for you and what you’ve done here, but when it comes to this match in particular? There isn’t really much more that needs to be said, so why don’t we cut through the hyperbole?
Amidst the buzzing crowd, the Undisputed Champion and the Paramount General Manager show a mutual understanding, with Brock taking a half step back to cede the stage to the EWC Rumble combatants as Ace turns his attention back to Scorpio.
Ace King: I think we both know it had to happen this way, Scorpio. This dynamic? There’s too much here to just let go. It had to happen this way, it had to have the Undisputed Championship sitting in the balance… But the funny thing about balance is that it only takes a little nudge to knock a person off-stride.
Neither man so much as blinks as the crowd’s excitement level increases around the arena. Ace twirls the microphone around subtly in his hand, pushing his tongue into his bottom lip before leaning in toward Scorpio.
Ace King: But you know that all too well, don’t you Scorpio? I’m sure I don’t have to remind you that your downward spiral began in just such a way two years ago. You may have found something in the beginning, but then, last year’s Night of Champions happened, and you’ve been chasing ever since.
The crowd cheers as Scorpio looks like he wants to leap across the table, but Crème de la Crème hurriedly holds him down in his seat. Meanwhile, Ace casually rolls his head around on the back of his neck, though it’s not long before his eyes are firmly fixed on ‘The S-Factor’ once again.
Ace King: You may not realize this, John, but I’m actually a rather benevolent man, so for one night, and one night only… You don’t have to chase anything, so by all means, the contract is all yours.
‘The Gambler’ pushes the contract across the table toward Scorpio, who looks down at it with wild eyes for an extended period before slowly picking up his microphone.
Scorpio: Where… the fuck… do you get off, Gambler?
The S-Factor’s head suddenly snaps up, his eyes still wild as he stares a hole directly through Ace, who remains stoic.
Scorpio: You have to be some kind of fucking fool if you think I’m signing that. Crème, darling, if you would…
The crowd boos boisterously as Crème de la Crème steps forward, albeit with some hesitation, bearing a second clipboard. He hands it to Scorpio, whose crazed expression hasn’t yielded.
Scorpio: DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I CAN’T SEE THE FUCKING CIRCLE JERK HAPPENING HERE? More importantly, HOW HAVE YOU not seen it? OH RIGHT, because you’re the fucking epicentre of it… You’re their Bitch.
‘The S-Factor’ stands up pointing an accusatory finger, holding what appears to be a revised contract in his other hand.
Scorpio: You’re complicit with every fucking initiative the corporate hose hounds come up with, because you benefit from it more than anyone else while I get the kind of shaft that puts fucking DIO to shame. Danny Dearest has had it in for me since Day Fucking One, and ALL YOU ORANGE MAGGOTS KNOW IT!!! Victor Price may have temporarily cleared the clause banning me from anything other than Prime and pay-per-view shows, but this will ALWAYS be a second-rate, Mickey Mouse operation!
The boos get even louder as Scorpio leans across the table to get directly in Ace’s face, pressing the revised contract into his chest. The ‘Prime Minister’ breathes heavily as his eyes remain wide, but his voice gets significantly lower.
Scorpio: But what do you care, right Gambler? You’ll ALWAYS be the one they choose, so where’s the fucking fix this time? WHAT’S HIDDEN IN HERE TO GIVE YOU AN ADVANTAGE, THERE’S ALWAYS SOMETHING!
Ace’s eyes narrow as he straightens himself up in his chair, staring his Rumble opponent dead in the eyes. After a few seconds, Ace shrugs and allows a thin smirk to cross his face.
Ace King: Well, John, if you feel so strongly about this, I suppose we could just tear this contract up, and-
Scorpio: NO!
Scorpio shrieks directly in Ace’s face as his breathing gets heavier again, the fans booing the interjection. Again, Crème de la Crème helps Scorpio become something resembling calm, a smirk crossing his face as well.
Scorpio: ...No. I’m not going to let you get to lord over it all any longer… With nobody else in my fucking way, I’m going to end your reign the same way I ended 777, and I will RULE this place again.
‘The Prime Minister’ snatches the original contract away and signs it hurriedly, throwing the clipboard back into Ace’s chest. The Undisputed Champion looks down at the contract, then doesn’t hesitate to pick up the pen.
Ace King: I might be The Gambler, but I don’t need tricks to take you out and show you exactly why I am the Undisputed Champion.
He holds up his microphone to have the crowd chant ‘BET ON IT!’ before signing on the dotted line, then tossing the contract aside to get nose to nose with Scorpio. Security enters the ring and quickly separates them at the instruction of Chris Brock. Neither man puts up much of a fight and the ring begins to clear as we cut back to the announce desk.
THREE WAY DANCE
X-DIVISION RULES
WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDER TO THE X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
King Flip
VS Isabella
VS El Pablo
We return to ringside where Starr stands ready to call the next contest.
Watson: I really thought they were going to Brawl right here on Paramount!
Sydney: Prime and Rampage BRAWL on Paramount? Surely you're kidding me Tim!
Watson: ANYWAY.... Up next we have our three way dance where the winner gets to face Stitches at The Rumble for the X-Division championship!
Starr: The following match is a triple threat contest, with X-Division rules, scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from Tijuana , Mexico, weighing in at 164 pounds ... 'LA BELICISTA' ISAAABELLAAA!!
As "War" by Sick Puppies 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 with a length of chain over her right shoulder, 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 her opponent, from Puebla City, Mexico, weighing in at 180 pounds ... 'THE TECHNICOLOR TECNICO' EL PAAABLOOO!!
A cry of “VIVA LA RAINBOWLUTION!!!” leads to ‘Party Hard’ by Andrew WK hitting the sound system, as the stage and ringside area becomes bathed in flashing, flickering, brightly-coloured lighting. As the main hook hits, El Pablo bursts through the curtain, playing to the fans and chugging Skittles like a Steveweiser from a family-size bag. He charges down the ramp and slides under the ropes into the ring, then runs up the turnbuckle and flings a fistful of Skittles into the adoring crowd. After offering a final salute, he hops back down to the canvas, performing a few final stretches as his music fades.
Starr: And their opponent, from the land of money and fame, weighing in at 220 pounds ... KIIING FLIP!
K I N G F L I P zips from right to left on the tron, followed by a small pyro. 'Machinegun' begins to play as the man in the hooded vest, head low, emerges from the curtain dragging a trashcan stuffed with objects. He gets to the edge of the rampway when he lifts his hood to reveal that arrogant half smile. The lyrics chime in as he walks slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on his opponents. Flipper feigns like he'll slide into the ring but doesn't. He points to his head as he mouths off something inaudible, then pours the contents of the garbage can on the grass before tossing the can into the ring. He slides in and snags it off the bounce, rushing forward before the bell rings.
Watson: King Flip once again wasting no time on a bell, bee lining toward Isabella! El Pablo was ready with his bag of Skittles, but HERE WE GO!
DING DING DING
Isabella swings her chain and the clashing of metal on metal reverberates throughout the stadium as Flip shields himself from the blows via trashcan. What might've been an offense seems to be the King's only line of defense as La Belicista wildly flails the chain with great accuracy over and over again. This goes on nearly a minute when El Pablo screams for them to stop. This does bring them pause... as he starts to pour out the Skittles like thumbtacks all over the canvas. Then King Flip yells for a stop... and asks for a Skittle. El Pablo agrees by breaking the bag over the King's head. Skittles fly everywhere and the Tecnico sends himself through the ropes to avoid another wild swinging chain from Isabella. Flip is maybe a little embarrassed but by no means taken out. He catches La B with a leg sweep onto the trashcan and an equally wild Cactus Jack clothesline that takes the remaining in-ring competitors to the grass. With a plethora of Flip's weapons strewn about before him, EP snags the literal bag of trash and bursts that over the King's head. Whatever was dumped inside the tied-off bag was sticky, smelly, and downright grosses everybody out when a putrid brown liquid covers both King Flip and La Belicista in equal measure. Even the Technicolor maniac can't help but frantically wipe the gunk off his hands with the ring apron as fast as he can before eyeing an all too familiar object underneath the ring.
Watson: Well that is just gross!
Sydney: It's the X-Division Tim! You never know what you're going to get! It's like that box of chocolates from Forrest Gump!
The Ol' CHK has stopped, dropped, and rolled to get the garbage off, but the former marine seems all too familiar with being in filth. She remains generally unphased if not a bit stunned by the scenario. This doesn't stop her from blasting Pablo in the back with three STIFF kicks to the back. The assault stops the masked man from finishing what he was doing, which was pulling out a folding glass-top table from beneath the ring, but EP has the wherewithal to calculate the kick aimed for the back of his head and blindly roll underneath it. Isabella does a spin in place before eating a dropkick to the upper back that sends her face first into the ring post hard. The fans give an emphatic 'OOOOOHHHH' as it becomes very clear very quickly that this maneuver has opened up the forehead of La Belicista. She stumbles onto the grass, shaking her head and trying to crawl away instinctively, as Triple T finishes what he'd started just moments ago. The glass-top table is pulled clear from its resting place and is sets it up just a few feet away in the grass. He looks around for Flip, who has completely disappeared underneath the ring unbeknownst to El Pablo. The masked man of chaos dismisses it for the moment and goes after the 'bella instead.
Watson: El Pablo looking for high risk, high reward here!
Sydney: WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE GLASS?! I HATE GLASS!!
El Pablo goes for a scouted monkey flip on Isabella who seems to have been sent into a fury at the sight of her own blood. Just before the Tecnico can finish the maneuver, La Belicista finds a firm footing to stop it and lift Pablo up. Running powerbomb sends EP through the glass-top table.
"HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!"
The fans are belligerent in the moment. Isabella goes for a cover as King Flip crawls out from under the ring with a smile.
ONE ...
Flip grabs one of the discarded trashcan weapons from the grass. It's the Stranglemania toaster!
TWO ...
The King breaks the count by blasting Isabella right in her bleeding forehead with the kitchen appliance. He appears a bit incensed himself, itching all over from rolling in the grass, but has a wide grin as his opponents both lay prone in the field. He discards the toaster and goes for another weapon. This time the fans regale in an 'AAAAAHHHH' as the hype continues to pump through the arena. The King raises what appears to be a staple gun and a wallet, pulling out several hundred dollar bills and heading for El Pablo. The fans wince and moan as Flip proceeds to staple said hundred dollar bills onto the upper cranium of his opponents, trading off from one to the other as they try to get the hell away from this absolute madman.
Watson: JESUS CHRIST! KING FLIP IS STAPLING MONEY TO THE HEAD OF THE TECHNICOLOR TECHNICO!
Sydney: Hey, it's the X-Division, Tim! You never know-
Watson: Yea yea yea, we get it Sid!
Isabella finds the strength to crawl toward and roll herself into the ring before Flip can turn to add more stapled bills to what effectively looks like a headdress of money. The King tosses the stapler after a few more kicks to keep Pablo down, then slides into the ring with his eyes on the trashcan. This is the wrong move, however, as Isabella comes from behind with the Joker Driver she calls FUBU! The trashcan is flatted and Isabella is once again in a pinning predicament.
ONE...
EP feeds off the excitement of the crowd, somehow springing from his back to his feet. Fumbling, he barrels into the ring apron with his hands splayed onto the canvas. He's gripping something but it isn't ring.
TWO...
It's a handful of Skittles! He slides in just in time for the facepalm strike known worldwide as the FACEPAINTER!! He breaks the pin just before the referee can get the three count. Isabella slumps to the canvas. Pablo is barely able to get an arm over King Flip's chest.
ONE...
TWO...
No! King Flip kicks out! El Pablo rolls until he's got an arm over Isabella's chest.
ONE...
TWO...
No! Isabella kicks out of the finisher just in time! The fans don't know who to cheer for... so they're cheering for everybody! Several chants attempt to override one another as all three competitors appear laid out in the middle of the ring!
LET'S GO, PABLO!" "IS-A-BEL-LA!"
"C-H-K! C-H-K! C-H-K!"
"BEL-I-CIS-TA!" "RAINBOW-LUTION!"
"C-H-K! C-H-K! C-H-K!"
"BEL-I-CIS-TA!" "RAINBOW-LUTION!"
El Pablo is just barely finding it in them to crawl to a corner as Flip gets to their feet. La Belicista is right behind him with the chain. Flip has nowhere to go as he slowly begins to lose consciousness. SANGRE POR SANGRE!! PIN!
ONE...
El Pablo is barely even able to get to one knee in the corner.
TWO...
El Pablo shakes it off! They turn around, perhaps looking to return the favor with a save, but no! They slip on Skittles and fall to the canvas!
THREE!!!
Starr: King Flip has been eliminated!
Flip slow rolls out of the ring, coughing and holding his throat. Isabella turns around, chain still in hand, but Pablo does another bounce off his back to his feet. Handful of Skittles. TASTE THE RAINBOW! He grabs handfuls of tights as he yanks the legs, exposing Isabella's IsaBUM!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall and NEW number one contender to the EWC X-Division Championship... EL PABLO!
The fans erupt as El Pablo releases his hold on Isabella's tights and falls to the mat, totally spent.. Flip smiles and nods before making eye contact with a shaken Isabella. He gives her a mocking salute with his right hand while backpedaling away. He points to a celebrating El Pablo, saying something inaudible as he claps along with the adoration of the fans. The crowd is cheering incredibly loud in appreciation for the match they just witnessed!
Watson: El Pablo did it! EP is the number one contender to the X-Division championship!!!
Sydney: Flip and Isabella both came so close to winning this, but in the end Pablo was able to get the leverage he needed to get the pin. I wonder if the pulling of the tights was on purpose or just the adrenaline?
Watson: The World may never know Sid. We still have our main event to come EWC Nation. DO NOT GO ANYWHERE!
Camera cuts to ... (
TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
FOR THE EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
SUPER 16 TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT QUARTERFINALS
SMILE (Stitches & Nevaeh)
VS The Southern Express
Starr: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our MAIN EVENT!
The crowd cheers.
Starr: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! This match is part of Super 16 tag team tournament and is for the EWC Tag Team Championships! Introducing first! At a combined weight of 384 pounds and representing SMILE!.... Nevaeh and the EWC X-Division champion, STITCHES!!!
'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat drops at around the thirty seven second mark 'Gasoline' by Porcelain And The Tramps is mashed into the music at a more slow, methodical pace than usual. The curtains are brushed to the side, smoke spewing out from behind the curtains, and out walks Stitches with Nevaeh following close behind. A wide, red-painted Chelsea-esque grin is across the face of Stitches as he stares out at the crowd of people before him, Nevaeh has a similar smirk painted across her face.
Stitches methodically makes his way down the ramp, Nevaeh close behind him as she does her best not to let anyone touch her along the way. 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. Nevaeh stands on the apron near Stitches and gives her backside a little shake before stepping between the ropes. Stitches climbs up onto the second rope and throws his arms out wide for the crowd to embrace him. Nevaeh strikes a pose of her own. As expected, the crowd does not embrace the two. Stitches steps down from the ropes and the two of them wait for their opponents.
Starr: And their opponents! Weighing in at a combined weight of 445 pounds… From Nashville, Tennessee and being accompanied by Bunny Love...They are the Longest reigning, defending EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS of all time! Jimmy Lane! Bobby Rose! 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 bandannas to the crowd as Bunny stands in the middle of the ring holding up both tag team championship belts. As they start to focus their attention on their opponents, however, the lights in the arena go black.
Watson: What the hell?!
Sydney: What is going on here? Someone forget to pay the power bill?
A single spotlight comes back on at ringside, showing that in the front row on the champions corner side, now sits Marionette and Felix LeStrange with Harrow Quinn towering over them both.
Watson: OH NOW THIS IS INTERESTING!
Sydney: SMILE never travels alone, Stitches did say that they would be bringing their own insurance policy! It looks like the rest of the gang is here to solve the Bunny Love problem of it all!
Watson: We will have to see how this one unfolds folks! The EWC Tag team championships are on the line starting now!!!
DING DING DING
Jimmy and Nevaeh start off as the bell rings, but Jimmy takes one step toward the newest member of SMILE and stops dead in his tracks. He grabs his chest and and falls to a knee!!! Jimmy Lane is having a heart attack in the ring!!! Bunny Love immediately starts screaming from the outside to check on Jimmy, but Nevaeh isn’t convinced. She looks at Stitches briefly before she turns and sends a kick right to the groin of Jimmy Lane! Jimmy instantly grabs his twig and berries, confirming that he indeed is NOT having a heart attack!
Watson: Looks like the Southern Express went to the well with the “having a heart attack in the ring” move too many times!
Sydney: The problem with being a dirty poker player is that once people have seen your moves, you have to come up with new ones and or risk being called on it.
Back in the ring, Nevaeh is being scolded by referee Matt Mercer as Jimmy starts to stir, rolling to his corner where Bobby starts screaming to get the ref’s attention. Mercer turns just in time to see Bobby tag Jimmy. Bobby comes rushing in to attack Nev, but she backs up and Stitches tags himself in! The battered Carnival Clown comes through the ropes and immediately ducks a clothesline attempt from Bobby, then spins and is able to quickly pick Bobby up and bring him back down with a Samoan drop! Stitches quickly spins to his knees and quickly grabs the right hand of one half of the EWC tag team champions and begins to bend his fingers backward. JOINT MANIPULATION!!
Bobby screams in pain as Stitches is relentless on his approach of attack. Jimmy quickly makes his way to the pile of bodies in the middle and breaks up the attack with a double axe handle to the X-Division’s head. Jimmy quickly rolls back to the outside as Nev tries to intervene now, but Matt Mercer is quick to stop her and get her back into her corner. Bobby looks to his corner and then focuses on Stitches, who he immediately begins to throw left hands at. Stitches rolls over to cover his face and defend himself, but all this does is allow Bobby to gain even more control and continue to rain down shots to the Carnival Clown of Monday Night Brawl!
The two men roll over each other a few times until the end up in the corner of The Southern Express. This allows Jimmy to properly tag in and go after the Clown with boots. This allows Bobby to roll out and get back to the outside. Jimmy gets the clown to his feet and sends a few chops to his chest. Bobby tags in and quickly trades places with his tag parter. Bobby targets the hip and kidneys of the X-Division champion. After a few quick shots, Jimmy tag in, trades places with his partner and begins to stomp a mudhole into the Carnival Clown. Stitches finally falls to the mat, but not before Bobby tags back in and continues to stomp on his opponent.
Watson: The Southern Express showing those decades of tag team chemistry here tonight! Quick tage, isolating Stitches from Nevaeh, effectively cutting the ring in half!
Sydney: Not only that, they are targeting what has to be the bumps and bruises that Stitches got from taking that forty foot fall off of the insanity cage at Night of Champions! This is a brilliant strategy from the champions here!
Back in the ring, Stitches has been able to roll out of the ring and to the outside to get a breather while Nev is screaming at him to get back in the ring and tag out. Stitches walks around to his corner and slowly gets into the ring as Bobby follows his every move, looking for an attack angle. Stitches rolls in and Nev quickly stretches to her absolute limit in order to tag Stitches. Nev practically dives through the ropes and nails Bobby in the gut like a homing missile with a spear!!
Nevaeh is full of steam now as she gets to her feet quickly and goes after a recovering Bobby Rose. She stomps Bobby to the mat with a boot to the head. Nevaeh is quick to follow up by grabbing the head of Bobby Rose, then jumping and landing with a big SPIKE DDT! Nev with the cover now…
ONE…
TWO…
Kickout! Bobby gets the shoulder up, but as he does he quickly grabs the hair of Nevaeh and pulls her off, allowing him to quickly use the leverage to get her into a powerbomb position. Nev fights like hell to get out of it, but Bobby is able to pull her up before she can wiggle out and fall to her feet. Nev throws a hard elbow to Bobby’s face that has him stumbling back. Nev takes this opportunity to hit the ropes and comes off with a Lou Thez Press! She is able to get Bobby Rose to the ground as she starts banging his head off of the mat repeatedly until Matt Mercer gets to 4 on his five count. Not wanting to get disqualified, Nev breaks the hold and backs up, just as Bunny Love is on the Apron now, yelling at the ref, trying to get Nevah DQ’d, saying she did not respond to the 5 count in time. She is cut off by a blood curdling scream. The camera pans just in time to see Marionette jumping from the barricade to the ring apron, directly at Bunny Love!
Watson: Marionette has wanted a piece of Bunny Love for sometime now and she looks like she is about to get it!
Marionette lands perfectly on her feet on the apron as she turns and grabs Bunny by the throat! Marionette is choking out Bunny Love, who drops to the apron immediately and then rolls off to the ringside area. Marionette never lets go, however, and the two women keep rolling around! Jimmy Lane immediately drops to the floor and tries to intervene, but Felix LeStrange and Harrow Quinn immediately jump the railing and get in between Jimmy and the fighting women. Jimmy immediately backs away, holding him arms up as Bunny gets a knee to the groin of Marionette, but it has almost no effect.
Back in the ring, Nevaeh is firmly in control as she is charging at a wobbly legged Bobby Rose, who is on weak legs. Nev is quick to land a spinning backfist that sends Bobby Rose to the mat. Instead of going for the cover, Nev drags Bobby to the corner and tags in the X-Division champion! Bobby starts to stir as Stitches enters the ring and immediately hits the ropes, coming off with a swinging neckbreaker! Stitches follows that up by picking up Bobby and and hitting a quick sidewalk slam. Stitches with a quick tag to Nevaeh now as he quickly turns and brings Bobby Rose to his feet and then gets him into the electric chair position. Nevaeh quickly scales the ropes and takes her position. Stitches turns to face his partner as she takes flight and hits a clothesline. SOUTHSIDE OF HEAVEN! Nevaeh goes for the cover again…
ONE…
TWO…
THRE- Bobby Rose gets a food on the bottom rope JUST before Matt Mercer hits the mat for the three.
The fans can’t believe it, Nevaeh thinks she has won and almost begins to celebrate before she hears Matt Mercer yell NO. Her face goes pale...well paler than it already was with the clown makeup that she is wearing. Her eyes go wide, and Stitches is furious on the outside. This rare show of emotion from the Carnival Clown gets the attention of Harrow and Felix, who immediately look his way. They smile at him and immediately start to attack Jimmy Lane by dragging him down from the Apron, outside of the view of the referee. Jimmy tries to fend them off but two on one quickly overpowers him and Jimmy hits the mat on the outside. Marionette warns them the ref is turning around and they immediately back off. Nev is now furious as she is stepping on Bobby’s throat with all of her weight. Bobby is flailing around, desperately trying to escape. Matt Mercer gets to a four count again before Nev steps off of Bobby Rose. Bobby instantly grabs his throat to try and get some air, but Nevaeh does not let up as she grabs Bobby’s arm and tries to lock in a crossface, but Bobby is able to quickly roll through and escape. He uses his momentum to roll directly into the corner and tag in Jimmy Lane, who is just getting back to his feet on the outside. Jimmy stumbles through the ropes and immediately eats a clothesline from Nevaeh! Nev tries to cover again, but Jimmy immediately kicks out, not giving Nev the satisfaction of even a one count. Jimmy is on his feet now and is able to fend off Nev with a well places right hand. He then quickly gets Nev into the powerbomb position and runs at his corner, where Bobby is waiting as he runs and jumps, hitting Nev in the back of the head. SMASH HIT from the Tag Team Champions! Jimmy Lane with the cover now…
ONE…
TWO…
THRE-
STITCHES BREAKS UP THE PIN! A well placed elbow to the back of the head keeps the match going, but Stitches is not done. He immediately starts putting the boots to Jimmy Lane, until Matt Mercer forces him to break it up. Nev uses this time to crawl to the corner, where Stitches gets to the apron, then tags himself in before entering the ring again. Jimmy is back to his feet, but showing some real signs of fatigue. Stitches engages with Jimmy in a collar and elbow tie up, but quickly transitions it to a head lock before Jimmy sends the clown to the ropes. On the rebound, Jimmy tries for a shoulder tackle, but it does not take Stitches off his feet. Jimmy hits the ropes now and goes for another shoulder tackle, but again Stitches is not moving. Stitches then hits the ropes and comes at Jimmy with a Lariat that he ducks, pivots and lands a superkick! Stitches hits the mat and Jimmy falls flat on his face, the exhaustion getting the better of him. Bobby is on the outside, stomping his foot onto the ring apron, trying to get his partner back to his feet and back in the fight.
Watson: My god, what a match! Neither team wants to give in and all four fighters are willing to give whatever it takes to walk away with the EWC Tag Team Championships!
Sydney: THIS IS WHAT PARAMOUNT WRESTLING IS ALL ABOUT FOLKS! The passion that is on display right now you will NOT find anywhere else!
Jimmy is stirring now, but Stitches is already back in his corner, tagging out. Jimmy gets to his feet as Nev comes charging, but Jimmy side steps and Nev launches herself right into the turnbuckle of the Southern Express’ corner! Jimmy quickly grabs the limp body of Nevaeh and turns her upside down into a piledriver position. Bobby Rose is in position on the outside, he jumps to the rop rope… GOODNIGHT ALBUQUERQUE!!!! Bobby hits the nail on the head as Nevah’s skull bounces off of the mat! Jimmy Lane immediately rolls her over for the cover…
ONE…
Stitches come running through the ropes, looking to break up the pin.
TWO…
Bobby leaps at the clown to block his attack.
THRE-
NEVAEH PUTS HER FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!! Jimmy Lane cannot believe it. He is in absolute shock that Nevaeh was able to move at all, let alone enough to stop the three count. Bobby has pushed Stitches back out to the apron now, as Jimmy gets back to his feet and angrily pulls Nevaeh up to her feet again. Both she and Jimmy are breathing very heavily now as Jimmy sends a push kick to her midsection, then grabs Nev for another piledriver. Bobby sees this and immediately goes back to the outside. Bobby jumps up, springboards off of the top rope and does a forward flipping moonsault to spike Nev off the mat again… GOODNIGHT ALBUQUERQUE ENCORE!!!
Watson: That’s not a move you see those boys do often! They are pulling out all of the stops tonight!!!
Sydney: IS IT ENOUGH?!
Jimmy pulls Nevaeh to the center of the ring this time and covers.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: Here are your winners and STILL… EWC Tag Team Champions of the World…. THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!
Watson: They did it… The Southern Express have survived yet another title defense and again have beaten a current EWC Champion!
Sydney: This match was inches away from being all Stitches and Nevaeh. They were able to tax the Southern Express in a manor that we have not seen in their time here in the EWC. They were so exhausted that they almost lost this match. That is some very big information for any future opponents of the Southern Express.
Bunny comes limping into the ring to check on her clients as Bobby and Jimmy celebrate on the mat as they are handed their titles. The crowd is cheering for the tag team champions and applauding the effort they just witnessed in the ring. SMILE is regrouping on the outside. The camera focuses in on the three people in the ring, who are looking worse for wear, but victorious nonetheless.
Watson: Who can even beat these guys?! They seem to be virtually untouchable.
Sydney: The World may never know Tim.
Watson: We are totally out of time folks, The EWC Rumble is coming up in a few weeks but for tonight on behalf of Cid Sydner, I am Tim Watson saying good night!
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
PARAMOUNT Ibuki Ito David Miller & JFS
Stitches & "La Belicista" Isabella
TheSouthernExpress
Ace King & Russ (Scorpio)
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: PARAMOUNT
MATCH TWO
WRITER: David Miller
MATCH THREE
WRITER: MNB
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: The Mad King
MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Ace King
MATCH SIX
WRITER: PARAMOUNT
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH
Jason Hunter Vs Mercenary
WINNER: Jason Hunter
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CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Killjoy Ito Vs David Miller
WINNER: and STILL CW Broadcast Champion: David Miller
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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
The Texas Angels Vs The Wicked & The Divine
WINNERS: The Wicked & The Divine
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SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE
Jordan Sharpe Vs Marcu$ $t. John
WINNER: Jordan Sharpe
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THREE WAY DANCE
WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDER TO THE X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
King Flip (PINNED) Vs Isabella Vs El Pablo
WINNER: El Pablo
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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
FOR THE EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
SUPER 16 TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT MATCH
SMILE (Stitches & Nevaeh) Vs The Southern Express
WINNERS: and STILL EWC Tag Team Champions: The Southern Express
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: TheSouthernExpress
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Stitches & NEVAEH Vs TheSouthernExpress
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