PARAMOUNT WRESTLING #13 - BUENOS ARIES
Oct 20, 2021 16:40:04 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 MoviStar Arena 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 Buenos Aries 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.
EPISODE #13
OCTOBER 20TH, 2021
LIVE! from the MoviStar Arena in Buenos Aries, ArgentinaWARNING: 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 MoviStar 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 MoviStar Arena 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 Buenos Aries 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 Killjoy Ito, Mercenary, Adriana Aquilla, Emma Louise, Marcu$ $t. John, Jordan Sharpe, "La Belicista" Isabella, and El Pablo. Then, the camera cuts to a series of shots of the Paramount Wrestling champions; El Pablo with the X-Division Championship, James Keaton with the CW Broadcast Championship, and then finally David Miller with 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 MoviStar Arena with them here tonight. The Paramount Wrestling fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:
"LA BELICISTA ES MI AMOR"
"APAGUE EL SOUTHERN EXPRESS"
"LA FERIA DE LAS TINIEBLAS"
"¿ALGUIEN PUEDE DETENER A DAVID MILLER?"
"ESTE ES UN ANUNCIO DE TIDE"
"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: Good evening and welcome to the 13th episode of Paramount Wrestling! We are coming to you live from MoviStar Arena in Buenos Aries, Argentina. My name is Tim Watson and with my as always is Cid Sydney
Sydney: It's great to be back with another episode of Paramount Wrestling! We may be in the MoviStar Arena but who will leave here as a star and who will be on the walk of shame?
Watson: We have huge clashes tonight including Tenjisu against Addy Aguilla. Tane Sua, Emma Louise and Carrie Samson in a Triple Threat. Bathsheba versus Isabella in an X-Division war. Plus Senshi Of The Blade take on the now former Tag Team Champions, The Southern Express. Strange to think of them as former champions.
Sydney: It does feel odd.
Watson: We also have Nevaeh against Jordan Sharpe, James Keaton defending his CW Broadcast Title against Jason Hunter. And, in our main event, Stitches competes in his one hundredth match against David Miller in a match that could see both leave here tonight with a hundred stitches!
Sydney: Wait a second, the lights are starting to dim .. seems we might have someone coming to pay us a visit here
The familiar sound of “The Wicked and The Cursed” indicates the arrival of James Keaton, much earlier than his scheduled match tonight. He arrives on-stage with a grimace and a microphone before making his way to the ring, shouting out for his music to be cut before he enters the ring.
James Keaton: Right I don’t care what’s SUPPOSED to happen right now, that debt collector needs to be told I ain’t paying no goddamn taxes tonight!
The tax comment gets a bit of a cheer from the more libertarian-minded parts of the crowd, but James Keaton gets the usual wave of boos that one would expect for ‘The Wicked’.
James Keaton: It’s not enough that this company wants me doing pointless exercises in motion capture. It’s not enough that as soon as I have some tangible success in this company they want to take away my time! David Miller wants me to NOT be a disappointment? Let’s talk about how Paramount, the EWC and you graceless fans have disappointed ME!
A bigger response to this one as the crowd are now riled up after being directly antagonised.
James Keaton: I’ve said all along that Adriana Aquilla was gonna get found out. And yet you still cheered her on in some vapid attempt to give her hope. You people have to accept the reality for what it is, I’m holding this title…
James unclips and holds aloft the CW Broadcast Championship.
James Keaton: I’m holding this title because she couldn’t deal with the reality that I am better than her. She’s not a hero, she doesn’t have the tenacity to go to the levels that I’ve already surpassed. Right now, as she is, Adriana Aquilla could NEVER hope to hold any championship in this company. The sooner she realises that SHE needs to adjust, the sooner she’ll realise what I already know. She’s probably not listening anyway, too busy playing on that scalped PlayStation 5!
James pauses, noting that he’s gone off on a slight tangent and paces himself to return to his subject matter. The crowd continues to respond with the level of disdain that James has come to expect at this point.
James Keaton: Jason Hunter! Boss man, big ol’ debt collector that you’re supposed to be now! Your little runt is too busy playing with those action figures to accept the truth for what it is, history is written by the winners and you haven’t beaten me! So whilst you’re there spouting off all this crap about the things that you did when I WASN’T HERE, you’re letting the truth slide out just enough for us all to realise what this is really about.
James paces the ring again, this time soaking in the crowd atmosphere and taking some sort of enjoyment from the boos. He returns to the middle of the ring and continues speaking.
James Keaton: This isn’t about me at all, that’s just a nice little coincidence as we get closer to Wrestlefest. You just want to hold a title, ANY title and you figured with Miller stepping up and out of the picture there was a free opportunity here. Imagine that, a debt collector trying to get something for free! Now let me tell you how--
James is about to say something but some sort of thrown object hits him square in the cheek. The object lands in the ring, so James picks it up and begins laughing as he realises what it is. James holds the object up in clear view so we can all see that it is, in fact, an action figure of the man himself.
Watson: What the hell?! ‘The Wicked’ just got struck by… James Keaton.
James examines the figure some more, noting that it’s missing the CW Broadcast Championship he currently holds. He turns to the area it was thrown from and as the camera cuts to the crowd, we see the identity of the one who launched the impromptu missile at The Wicked. Angel is sat near the front row with a female to her side, and she throws up a defiant little fist as she locks eyes with James Keaton.
Angel: EAT DIRT!
James points at the kid and continues to laugh, before he drops the expression and appears to line up a return shot. As soon as he starts to line up the shot, he is interrupted by the opening notes of Daechwita – Agust D (BTS SUGA) signal the arrival of Jason Hunter. Jason comes out wearing a white Hugo Boss suit and walks down to the ring with Sara on his right and Diana on his left. Even with her shades on, we can tell that Diana is staring James Keaton down as the entourage guide Jason Hunter to Angel. Jason exchanges some remarks with Angel before entering the ring with Sara. Jason smirks, revealing his own microphone as he steps closer to James Keaton than perhaps The Wicked was expecting.
Jason Hunter: Now now… my sweet Angel how many times has Daddy told you not to throw things at people even though he did deserve it.
Jason points to James’s chest.
Jason Hunter: You can say and do whatever you want to me but when it comes to her. That’s where the line can’t be crossed!
Jason Hunter gets right into James Keaton’s face as The Wicked smirks just enough for us to tell he’s aggravated by this. Jason stares down James for a moment, before motioning for Sara to leave the ring and join Diana by the barricade.
Jason Hunter: I’m right here James. But the first thing out of your mouth tonight is Adrianna. Shouldn’t your mind be on me tonight? It seems my little sister is on your mind a lot lately. Is it because even though you pinned her last week these fans still not seeing you as the hero you truly deeply want to be inside?
Jason grins as James delivers an immediate response.
James Keaton: I’m not the blind one here.
Jason Hunter: I see we’re getting somewhere, ha ha. Is it because Adriana reminds you or your old self as the Patron Saint.
Jason smirks as the comment appears to sting James Keaton.
Jason Hunter: You might be right about one thing… I took my time to get around to facing you again… You see, I was taught that the best retribution is when you take away something they care about. For you, it’s this icon of power.
Jason points at the CW Broadcast Championship, almost stabbing it with his index finger with enough power to make James Keaton take a half-step back.
James Keaton: At least you admit you just want a title shot, don’t act like you’re some puritan in front of me! I know exactly what this is about!
Jason laughs.
Jason Hunter: Keep on fighting the truth, Keaton. Your power is fading, but you have to realise that even without a belt around my waist my name is still more powerful than yours will EVER BE! But it’s not just me, we’ve got Adriana...
The crowd offers an appreciative cheer for ‘Lo Devino’.
Jason Hunter: Jordan Freaking Sharpe!
The crowd ramps up their appreciation for JFS.
Jason Hunter: David Miller!
The crowd goes into a frenzy at the mention of the previous CW Broadcast Champion.
Jason Hunter: That’s what makes you sick! You’re so blinded by your own twisted ideal that you’ve missed out on the truth standing right in front of you. Adriana, JFS, Miller and myself have proven time and time again that heroes are not dead in wrestling. It doesn’t matter if you’re good or bad when you can back it up in the ring. But when you’re an asshole like you, the fans don’t give a shit!
Jason points to the CW Broadcast Championship again with a bit of a smirk forming.
Jason Hunter: It’s no secret that David Miller and I want a fight but the stars haven’t aligned yet for us two to bring the house down. But tonight, the stars have lined up perfectly in Buenos Aires!
The crowd blast out another big roar of appreciation for this.
Jason Hunter: Me and you get to dance one more time and I know it won’t be the last. So if I have to go down into the darkness to collect a debt tonight, you’ll know exactly why I’m not the same Jason Hunter you beat at Uprising. If you happen to… just happen to pull the win over me. That’ll be ok because at the end of the match and at the end of the night, I will still be the one these great people cheer for. Call yourself The Wicked all you want, tonight you witness The Boss!
Jason and James get right in each other’s faces and circle each other in the middle of the ring. It seems like they might actually go at it before their scheduled match tonight but both sides seem to relent, or they’re using this chance to try and get into the mind of their foe. Both men stand forehead to forehead, pushing each other with their heads alone in a stalemate before James Keaton pulls his microphone close to his lips.
James Keaton: Ask Adriana what happens to the bosses in her videogames. They exist to be beaten. Tell me you’re not the same person you were a few months ago and I’ll agree. You’ve regressed into whatever the hell this is. Say that you’re collecting a debt tonight? I’m going to give you something you won’t forget. The only reason I haven’t put you down yet is because I WANT you to bring everything you have tonight, so I can prove you’re nothing but a liar. When that bell rings, there will be NO REST!
James and Jason continue to posture as we cut away from ringside.
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We return to ringside in preparations for our first match
Watson: Right, let’s not waste any more time, we’ve got quite an opener on our hands here featuring Tenjitsu and Adriana Aquilla!
Sydney: The Masked Maple and Tex Mex Tammy? Oh, goodie.
Watson: Off to a fine start already...
The words are hardly out of Sydney’s mouth before the lights go down in the MoviStar Arena, and the crowd begins to boo. As the chanting begins, Tenjitsu emerges from behind the curtain, completely indifferent to the negativity he’s receiving.
Starr: Tonight’s opening contest is scheduled FOR ONE FALL! Making his way to the ring, FROM Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in AT 203 pounds… TENJITSUUUUUU!
Remaining indifferent to the crowd reaction, Tenjitsu slowly makes his way down to the ring.
Watson: Tenjitsu’s clearly looking to take a step forward here after a statement win over Liz Idol his last time out, and he certainly doesn’t want to be idle for too long himself!
Sydney: ...How long have you been sitting on that one?
Tenjitsu is hardly in the ring and set before “Iron” by Within Temptation hits the speakers, making the crowd come alive as Adriana Aquilla makes her way down to the ring.
Starr: And his opponent, FROM San Antonio, Texas, weighing in AT 120 pounds… She is ‘LO DIVINO’... ADRIANA AQUILLAAAAAAAA!
‘Lo Divino’ slaps hands with a couple of fans before rolling into the ring, ready for her match.
Watson: ‘Lo Divino’ with a solid outing last time out, but she’ll be looking to get back into the win column after falling short against James Keaton, her partner in The Wicked and The Divine, in an effort to taste her first gold in the form of the CW Broadcast Championship.
Sydney: Her chances were finito the moment she stepped into that ring in front of her compatriots, and it’s going to be the same story tonight.
Aquilla removes her jacket, looking calm as can be as she makes initial eye contact with Tenjitsu. Shortly thereafter, the referee throws it to the timekeeper, who rings the bell!
DING DING DING
Tonight’s opener is underway, and almost immediately, Tenjitsu makes his presence felt, using his size advantage to keep Aquilla from getting into her rhythm early and commanding the middle of the ring. Tenjitsu then tries to pick the pace up by lunging at Aquilla, but Lo Divino dodges it! She then tries to wrap him up with a Snap Suplex, but Tenjitsu gets out of it and whips Aquilla across the ring. She rebounds into an attempted Dropkick, but Tenjitsu meets her in the middle with a Cross Body! The two highflying combatants come together in the middle of the ring, both taking a hit!
With Aquilla slow to her feet, Tenjitsu speeds across the ring and launches into the middle rope, then flips to complete a REDEEMER on Aquilla! Tenjitsu lands the Moonsault and covers...
ONE!
…
TWO-NOOOOOOO!
Watson: Tenjitsu’s really making an impact early on here in Buenos Aires.
Sydney: Don’t cry for me, Adriana!
Watson: Argentina. It’s Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina.
Sydney: Why do you know that, anyway? ...Bah, who am I kidding? She’ll be crying after this one, no doubt about it.
Aquilla kicks out just as the referee’s hand hits the mat the second time, though Tenjitsu remains confident as he’s quickly back to his feet, using his size advantage to keep Aquilla grounded. Just as Lo Divino gets to a knee, Tenjitsu lunges forward and plants her again with a running DDT! Tenjitsu’s movements are smooth as he moves around the ring, then steps through the bottom and middle ropes to get to the ring apron. With Aquilla up to her feet, Tenjitsu springboards off the top rope, lunging forward to attempt a Diving Bulldog, and it connects!
Aquilla falls to the mat in a prone position, and Tenjitsu scales the nearest turnbuckle, the crowd booing as he sets his feet, then launches for a 450 Splash… BUT AQUILLA GETS A FOOT UP, STANDING TENJITSU STRAIGHT UP AS IT CONNECTS WITH HIS HEAD ON THE ROTATION! Tenjitsu clutches at his face as he rolls out of the ring to the floor below, but Aquilla isn’t having it as she runs to launch herself… AIR ADDY THROUGH THE ROPES! Feeling the momentum shift, Aquilla rolls Tenjitsu into the ring, and then it’s her turn to use the ropes as Tenjitsu gets up… MEXICAN DESTROYER CONNECTS! Aquilla into the cover...
ONE!
…
TWO!
…
THR-NOOOOOOO!!!
Watson: How in the world did Tenjitsu slip out of that?
Sydney: Something in all that maple syrup, clearly.
Watson: In Argentina?
Sydney: No, clearly smuggled it in from Canada. Can’t trust them masked ones, you know.
Watson: Either way, plenty of desperation in Adriana Aquilla’s body language as she tries to bounce back.
As ‘Lo Divino’ tries to shake off the near-fall, Tenjitsu is quicker to his feet and connects with a Spinning Heel Kick, which sends Aquilla into the middle rope and the crowd into a tailspin. Tenjitsu sizes her up from the opposite side of the ring, then takes off in search of Light Before The Dark… BUT AQUILLA PULLS HERSELF OUT OF THE ROPES BEFORE HE CAN CONNECT! With Tenjitsu tangled in the ropes, Aquilla quickly gets to her feet and takes off… CONNECTING CLEANLY WITH THE DIVINE WIZARD!
Aquilla quickly regains her footing and drags the prone Tenjitsu into a more central position in the ring. Sensing the opportunity at hand, Aquilla quickly scales the nearest turnbuckle and gets herself set, then flies… AND CONNECTS WITH DIVINE GRACE! The crowd marvels as Lo Divino scrambles and hooks Tenjitsu’s leg for the cover, the Argentinian crowd chanting along…
UNO!
…
DOS!
…
TRES!
DING DING DING
Starr: Here is your winner… ‘LO DIVINO’... ADRIANAAAAA AQUILLAAAAAAAAA!!!
‘Iron’ immediately blares through the MoviStar arena once again, and Adriana looks more at ease as she looks out at the crowd, the referee raising her hand in victory.
Watson: Well, once she settled in, ‘Lo Divino’ put on an absolute clinic here tonight, and the crowd was with her every step of the way.
Sydney: She was great, sure, but let’s not discount Tenjitsu here. It’s a setback, sure, but the Masked Maple will be back on his game before long.
Watson: He may well be, but tonight’s opener was simply… Divine.
As ‘Iron’ continues to play, Aquilla scales each turnbuckle to acknowledge the Buenos Aires crowd, showing her appreciation for them as the feed cuts to commercial break
We return from commercial break to ringside as the crowd is ready for the next contest!
Watson: After a wild opening bout we are now set for triple threat action! Tane Sua visits us from Friday Night Rampage to take on Paramount's own Carrie Samson and Emma Louise!
Starr: The following match is a Triple Threat Match!!! Joining us first, from the Clouds of Despair, weighing in at 256 pounds ... TANE SUA!
Tane Sua, is walking from the side of the guerilla position a towel upon his head and his hands taped up as his Music or Primal call echoes throughout the building the crowd on their feet with emotion as they chant for him to wreck everyone. He, leaps into the squared circle before lifting the towel and then eying everyone with a smirk before then standing in a neutralized corner.
Starr: And the next competitor, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 125 pounds ... CARRIE SAMSON!
Bright lights quickly start floating around the arena as "Miss You" by Blink 182 begins to play. Carrie Samson saunters out onto the stage with a smile before bouncing down the ramp. She leaps onto the ring apron then jumps over the ring ropes. She continues to bounce around.
Starr: And finally, from The UK, weighing in at 135 pounds ... EMMA LOUISE!
'Angel On My Shoulder' plays and Emma Louise steps through the curtain. She licks between the index and ring fingers on her right hand before she holds her arm out with the middle three fingers on her right hand pointing down and her thumb and pinkie pointing to the sides. Emma walks down the isle half walking half bobbing to the music. She walks up the steps and through the ropes before climbing to the middle turnbuckle and performing the same finger licking and arm out taunts.
DING DING DING
The match kicks off with Tane Sua BOWLING over Carrie Samson with a wicked running lariat. He then charges for Emma Louise, bodying her into the nearest corner! She weathers out a storm of blows as the big man seems to reign dominant for a moment until a surprise forearm from Emma sends him staggering back, shaking his head. She pushes up onto the top rope and leaps off only to be caught by the big man and tossed with a fallaway slam across the ring.
Watson: Oof, what a slam by Sua there!
Sydney: Did you just say oof, Tim? Are you gonna start telling the fans to type F in chat next? Calm yourself, man!
He pops up with a roar only to be nailed by Carrie with a wicked ZIT ZAT (Downward Spiral) that levels him! She goes for the cover but it's quickly broken up by a double axehandle to the back from Emma! Her and Carrie get to their feet trading shots when a boot to the gut ends followed by a whip to the ropes and THE SHOWRUN!!! Emma goes for the pin...
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-BROKEN UP! Tane THROWS Emma off of Carrie and across the ring!
Watson: Tane Sua just tossing Emma there like it was nearly nothing!
Sydney: Sua's a big proprietor of Big Hoss Energy, and Louise just felt the effects of that!
He gathers Carrie up, hurling her into a corner and looks set to hit a big move when a SUPERKICK from Emma catches him completely by surprise! This serves him up for Carrie's BLINKING REUNION! She then goes right after Emma, who flips over Carrie, landing behind her and turning fast. Carrie turns right into THE GIRL CRUSH-NO REVERSED!
CARRIE HITS POPPING PIMPLES ON EMMA!
She sees Tane Sua getting to his feet once more, and he walks right into THE CARE BEAR SOLUTION! and promptly follows that with a pinfall!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTTHHHHRRREEE!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... CARRIE SAMSON!!!!Her music hits and Carrie flips to her feet with a loud whooping yell. Emma watches on while leaning against the ropes and shaking her head. Tane Sua is struggling to sit up, but clearly looks as if he'd be knocked completely for a loop!
Watson: What a close match that was, with Carrie getting the win over Tane Sua!
Sydney: That guy looks a bit out of it, and Carrie made a good call going after that!
Emma rolls out of the ring, high fiving fans along the way to the back while Tane eases out of the ring, shook and stumbling slightly. Carrie Samson is the last to exit, hands on her hips and shrugging her shoulders.
Watson: Emma Louise really wanted that win tonight, you can just tell by the look on her face, but Carrie is able to pick up the win by pinning Tane Sua who didn't appear to be his usual self tonight. I'm being told we have some action going on backstage .. lets see what's going on with the Love Club
Camera cuts to the Love Club locker room backstage ..
The camera cuts backstage inside the Love Club locker room where Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane are getting ready for tonight’s match against Senshi of the Blade. They don’t look to be in the best moods as they are huffing and puffing...especially Jimmy as he keeps pulling at his pants
Lane: Stupid pants…
Bobby looks over at him and is clearly annoyed
Rose: For the last damn time Jimmy you have to wear pants out there, you can go to the ring to wrestle two ladies without pants and your dong flapping around, in fact tape that thing down...the last thing we need right now is a MeToo issue…
Bobby tosses a roll of tape at Jimmy, who just smacks it away
Lane: Fuck that, BIG Jimmy will not be taped down…
Bunny has heard enough, she slams her hands down on the table to grab their attention
Love: ENOUGH, BOTH OF YOU!!!
Bobby and Jimmy look at Bunny
Lane: Geez, calm down Bunny…
Rose: Yeah, no need to freak the hell out…
Bunny exhales loudly
Love: I’ve felt like a damn babysitter ever since Friday night with the two of you, the drugs, the hookers, the chronic masterbation everywhere I look...I swear I have seen more dick in the last 5 days that I have in the last 5 years…
Jimmy laughs
Lane: Well that’s not our fault…
Bobby laughs
Rose: Yeah, you are a good looking girl in her prime, when we were your age we were rolling through girls two or three times a day…
Lane: Hell yeah, we plowed so much field at your age…
But Bunny grabs the Express’s new book, The Southern Express: Now, Then and Forever
Love: I know, I’ve read Chapter 5, Girls, Girls, Girls and We Aren’t Talking About The Song
Bobby and Jimmy high five and for the first time in 5 days they look like the old Bobby and Jimmy
Love: And I told you, I don’t pay for sex but I need you two to straighten up, there is someone from the CW here to talk to us…
Bobby waves her off
Rose: There is always someone from the CW here Bunny, they broadcast our show…
Lane: Yeah, making sure don’t get the network fined and stuff…
But Bunny shakes her head
Love: No, someone from the creative development department...Chris Brock told me about it…
Rose: When you told him we were passing on the rematch…
Bunny pauses for a second
Love: Yeah but Brock wanted us to meet with them…
And right on time there is a knock at the door, Bunny looks at her guys and gives them a look, a look as if to say ‘be on your best behavior’ as she walks to the door and opens it. There standing in the doorway is Paramount’s GM Chris Brock and a guy with a CW blazer. Bunny invites them in as Chris walks over towards Bobby and Jimmy
Brock: Bobby, Jimmy I know you are busy men but I’d like you to meet Steve Cole, he’s the VP of Creative Development at the CW…
Steve reaches out his hand towards Bobby and Jimmy, who shake the man’s hand
Cole: Huge fan of the two of you, I remember seeing you with my dad back in 91 in LA, amazing and I want to congratulate the two of you, the numbers are in and your book, The Southern Express: Then, Now and Forever is a Best Seller...going to debut #1 In Nonfiction, it’s amazing gentlemen and the fans have spoken, they LOVE The Southern Express and so do we, in fact we want to strike while the iron is hot…
Steve smiles at Bobby and Jimmy who look confused at what’s going on and have zero clue what he’s talking about
Cole: We want to produce a show based on your book…
Steve Cole picks up the book and smiles even wider but Bunny jumps in
Love: Have you read that book, I’m not sure the CW can broadcast even half of what’s in that book…
Steve nods
Cole: There are some ‘racy’ parts but our plans are to broadcast the debut immediately following the Season Finale of Paramount on November 24th and have the show in the Paramount’s time slot while on break giving us some wiggle room with the mature content of the book before finding a permanent time slot in 2022…
Bobby and Jimmy look at Steve who seems thrilled with his announcement but they shake their heads
Rose: We are going to have to pass, we aren’t going to have time to be TV Stars Steve…
Lane: Yeah, with all due respect we are wrestlers and have…
But Steve waves his hand
Cole: I’m sorry gentlemen for the confusion but we don’t want the two of you to star in the show, we will cast a Bobby Rose and a Jimmy Lane, we are already out their searching for the perfect Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane, we understand you have your careers...we just want your name and your story…
He looks at Bobby and Jimmy who just shrug
Rose: So what do we get out of this?
Jimmy rubs his fingers together doing the money sign
Cole: Of course you will be compensated nicely for the rights to the book, we can even toss you an Executive Producer title for the show...though it will be in title only, we can allow you two SOME input in casting but we have already cast Tommy Love, it’s a lock gentlemen so there is no wiggle room on that one...he’s here now if you like to meet him…
Bobby and Jimmy looks at each other and shrug
Rose: Sure, what the hell…
Lane: I’d love to see the man you think can fill Tommy’s #SEEDED shoes…
Steve Cole smiles and turns towards the door
Cole: Paul, could you come in here and meet the Express…
The door opens and Bobby and Jimmy’s mouth drop open in amazement as Bunny tries not to laugh. Chris Brock turns his head, trying hard not to laugh as this man walks into the room
Rose: Pee-Wee Herman!!!
Lane: The Secret Word of the Day is SEEDED, now you all remember what to do when someone says the secret word right…
Jimmy starts to undo his pants
Lane: You drop trou, pull it out and pretend you are in a GM’s office or in the NEW Tommy’s case a movie theater...
Bunny busts out laughing
Love: He’s perfect to play my father…
Bobby nods in agreement
Rose: On this casting alone you have yourself a deal Mr. Cole…
Lane: On one condition…‘the freaky little meat beater’ says it…
Jimmy points at Paul Reubens who smiles
Reubens: I Know You Are But What Am I!!!! Ha Ha!!!!
The Express bust out laughing as Jimmy shakes Steve Cole’s hand signaling they have a deal
We return to ringside where we see Starr and Watson.
Watson: Well that was certainly interesting now wasn't it? Our next match is an X-Division contest featuring the woman who took Nevaeh right down to wire last week and took the handle of Heaven's Helper to the face for her trouble. She seems to have recovered just in time to face one of the more enigmatic additions to the Paramount Roster, the Babylonian Brawler, the twisted and sinister Bathsheba.
Starr: The following match will be contested under X-Division Rules! Joining us first, led to the ring by Father Mathias and hailing from Ancient Babylon, weighing in at 130 pounds ... The Whore of Babylon... BATHSHEBA!
As the violin intro to 'Go Tell Aunt Rhody' by Jordan Reyne and Michael A. Levine begins to play the arena plunges into darkness and stays pitch black for the first 40 seconds until the piano starts. When it does a red spotlight shines down shines down on Father Mathias who is cackling with laughter. After another 20 seconds he slams his cane on the stage which causes fire to shoot up from the stage behind him to the left and right. Bathsheba comes crawling out from under the stage and stops when she gets to Father Mathias' feet. Together they go to the ring where Bathsheba slides under the bottom rope where she listens to Father Mathias' last minute instructions
Starr: And her opponent, from Tijuana, Mexico weighing in at one hundred and sixty-four pounds, she is 'LA BELICISTA' .... ISABELLA!
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. Moments later, another figure appears. As the smoke begins to clear away, we see Isabella's manager, Alejandro De La Rosa, standing beside her.
Isabella strides confidently down towards the ramp with Alejandro in tow, giving high-fives to the fans and audience along the way. When “La Belicista” Isabella arrives in front of the ring, Alejandro pulls the middle and bottom set of ropes, allowing "La Belicista" to slip through them.
Isabella 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 just in time to catch Bathsheba as she jumps at her like a wild animal and tries to take a chunk out of her cheek with her teeth.
DING DING DING
Struggling with her opponent as she gnashes and thrashes Isabella uses her size and strength advantage to throw her with a Double Wristlock Suplex. Keeping wrist control she rolls over into a full mount and starts to ground and pound her frenzied opponent who spits and growls at her like a feral beast while making no attempt to block the barrage of strikes.
From the floor Father Mathias pounds the apron with his cane and screams orders at his charge. Seemingly snapped back into some kind of focus by his words Bathsheba locks her legs around her opponent's waist before reaching up to take a fist full of La Belicista's hair, pulling her head down and trapping her in a Loop Choke.
Watson: If I'm not mistaken Cid that almost looks like an actual wrestling move.
Sydney: When eating your opponent alive doesn't work you've got to have something to fall back on Tim.
Grabbing Bathsheba under her knees Isabella rolls her hips and bridges her body until the legs wrapped around her waist loosen enough for her to gain partial control of one of Bathsheba's lower limbs where she tries to lock in a knee bar. To fend off this attack on her vertical base The Whore of Babylon is forced to release the choke and kick herself free before the submission hold could fully be applied. Both women get to their feet and circle each other. Bathsheba charges and Isabella knocks her back with a big boot that sends her flying between the ropes.
Father Mathias goes to his protege. He picks her up and holds her in place with a hand on the back of her neck as he whispers strategy in her ear. Losing her patience Isabella hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring using the momentum to break up the huddle with a baseball slide under the bottom rope that sends both manager and client sprawling to the ground.
Watson: Whoa! They almost landed on our table!
Sydney: YOUR table. They come near me and I'm long gone.
Seeing her Master on the ground sends Bathsheba into a rage, leaping onto La Belicista's back and locking in a Sleeper Hold. Isabella slams her body backwards into the guardrail several times until she dislodges Bathsheba who drops to the ground and picks up a steel chair which she swings sideways, striking the side of Isabella's head with the flat side of the metal seat. Isabella stumbles backwards, stunned. Bathsheba comes at her again with a second shot, this time to the top of the skull. Isabella fell back, tripping over Father Mathias who is still laying on the ground behind her.
Climbing up on the ring apron Bathsheba runs the length of the ring, leaping off with the edge of the chair's backrest aimed at her fallen opponent's throat. But at the very last second Isabella avoids disaster by rolling out of the way. The steel strikes the concrete with a loud smack with Bathsheba's weight coming down on top of it. Pulling herself to her feet, Isabella grabs her adversary by her hair and pulls her to her feet, dragging her up the ramp towards the stage.
Watson: Nothing good has ever come from wrestlers fighting on the ramp.
Sydney: The stage is set for something here. Hope it's cool.
Halfway up the ramp the wild woman starts to fight back but The Warmonger beats her into submission with a series of Chops, Forearm Shots and Knee Strikes before picking her up in a Fireman's Carry to deliver a vicious looking GTS. Picking her back up again she measures Bathsheba and knocks her back towards ringside with a SNAFU Kick to the jaw.
As Isabella stalks down the ramp intending to do more damage she doesn't notice Father Mathias slide his cane to Bathsheba who waits until La Belicista is right on top of her before she swings it into the side of her knee with terrible purpose. Clutching at her knee Isabella takes another cane strike to the side of her neck. Falling sideways she puts up her arms to fend off a furious flurry of further strikes as Bathsheba lays into her with the wolf headed handle of the deadly solid metal stick.
Watson: Puts new meaning to 'driving stick' when Bathsheba is driving that cane down onto her opponent
Sydney: With jokes like that, STICK to commentary Tim!
Isabella lurches away, backing towards the ring to try to put distance between herself and the assault but Bathsheba follows close behind her like a predator with the scent for blood. She swings the stick but Isabella dodges and it makes hard contact with the ring post. Having seen enough of the scene Alejandro puts himself between the two of them to give Isabella time to breathe.
He is rewarded for this chivalry when Bathsheba grabs him by the wrist and sinks her teeth into the flesh of his fingers. When he finally yanks his hand free he can see that he is bleeding. Angered by this Isabella hits Bathsheba with a stiff strike over her manager's shoulder before going after her again with an Elbow Strike and a European Uppercut. Grabbing two fistfuls of hair she threw the demon back into the ring, following closely behind her.
Watson: Alejandro's damn lucky that he didn't just lose a finger.
Sydney: Oh I don't know Tim, I think she just wanted herself a nice mid-match snack.
As Isabella comes through the ropes she is met with a stiff Shotgun Dropkick that knocks her back into the ropes. Stumbling forward she is blinded by a viscus Blood Mist spit right into her face. She rubs at her eyes as they burn from the fiendish fluid. Reeling off balance she runs right into a DDT.
Looking to Father Mathias, Babylon's Whore pulls Isabella to her knees where she stares at her for a brutal pause...but just as Bathsheba goes for a Buzzsaw Kick, Isabella leaps to her feet to deliver a FUGAZI of her own! Bathsheba does down hard, and Isabella goes for a cover...only for Bathsheba to hook in a small package! The ref makes the count!
ONE!
TWO!
Wait a minute...
THREE!
Both women's shoulders were down! The ref calls for the bell, but another official is making his way down to the ring!
DING DING DING
The referees have a discussion on what just took place, and moments later Starr is instructed on what the final decision is!
Starr: Ladies and gentlemen, I've just been informed that the shoulders of both competitors were down when the referee made the pinfall decision! Therefore, after some discussion this contest has resulted in a DRAW!
A mixed reaction from the crowd tells the story, as fans voice a mixture of displeasure and confusion at the result. Officials rush down to check on both Isabella and Bathsheba as we cut to commentary.
Watson: What a hell of a match! Both women really gave it their all here tonight, and took each other to the limit.
Sydney: Absolutely bonkers that we saw this match end in what amounts to a draw, Tim!
Watson: Folks, we've gotta move on to our next match but first, it sounds like we have Stitches, in a dark room, backstage, sitting on a chair .. lets check it out!
Camera cuts to the backstage area where Stitches is sitting in a dark room ..
The carnival clown sits on a steel chair within a darkened room, a single spotlight beaming down upon him as he leans forward, his hands clenched together in his lap. Stitches has not said a single word since the Rumble where he had lost everything. He had lost the X-Division Championship to El Pablo, he had lost the Rumble match itself to unforeseen circumstances, he had lost all of it.
The carnival clown could still hear the 'SNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAP!!!!' of the ring ropes as the last five remaining in the Rumble match tumbled to the outside. The sound of the ropes snapping made him cringe. He had made a promise to the world, win or lose, the Rumble Down Under was going to be his last Rumble match and it had all ended in such a ridiculous fashion. But more-so than that, he had allowed the X-Division Championship to slip between his fingertips due to distractions, in particular, distractions from Candy who couldn't seem to let the carnival clown go.
Stitches: There are always distractions, if you allow them. At the Rumble I allowed those distractions to manifest and they cost me the X-Division Championship. Candy couldn't leave well enough alone. The loss to the carnival clown a few weeks prior. The obliteration of every single promise she made leading up to it. It all reached a boiling point at the Rumble when she realised that I had moved on without her.
Stitches: You see, this painted face, it has kept her relevant for years. Without this painted face, without my name being plastered alongside hers she is left with nothing but the memories of a distant past where she was once somebody. At one point she was able to succeed without me, but now she has relegated herself to playing the role of concerned mother for a man-child (that's you, Jordan Sharpe) who had long since moved beyond the atrocities from Parabellum.
Stitches: Now, El Pablo walks around with his chest puffed out with the X-Division Championship over his shoulder and a sense of satisfaction for finally pinning the carnival clown. But that victory was tarnished, El Pablo, you know it as well as I, and there will come a time where our paths meet again. In that moment I will remind you why it took you almost four damn years to serendipitously stumble into an undeserved victory when I wipe the canvas with your smeared remains.
The carnival clown stands up, simultaneously shoving the steel chair backwards. The steel chair collides with the back wall as a large 'clang' sound echoes throughout the room. The carnival clown walks away, his heavy feet slamming against the indurate concrete.
We return to ringside where commentary is standing by!
Watson: Well folks, it's been a pretty crazy night already but the action heats up in this tag team showcase! Senshi of the Blade are looking to prove themselves in the tag division, and Southern Express look to bounce back from the end of their record-breaking reign as Tag Team Champions!
Starr: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, at a combined weight of 255 pounds...Megumi and Narumi Tsutsumi ... SENSHI OF THE BLADE!
“Some Like it Hot!!” By Raon Lee hits as Narumi Tsutsumi and Megumi enter the scene at “Hey! Hey! Samurai Heart!”, pumping each other and the crowd up for the fight to come. In the ring Megumi does a sword swipe motion as Narumi hands form a heart sign.
Starr: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 445 pounds ... 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, heading 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 exits the ring.
Watson: Here we go folks, let's see which team picks up a big win tonight!
DING DING DING
We start things off with Bobby and Megumi, the latter of whom evades an early charge by Rose before hitting some hard kicks to wear the former champ down. He falls to one knee, which is an opportunity that Megumi takes advantage of with a swift kick to the head! Bobby is down as Megumi turns her attention to Jimmy, knocking him off the apron with a dropkick! Megumi quickly goes for the cover, hoping for an early pinfall!
ONE!
TW--NO!
Bobby kicks out, much to the frustration of Megumi as she tags in Narumi, who stays on the attack with a flurry of offense! Kicks galore lead up to a running basement dropkick...but Bobby just manages to avoid it last second! Narumi crashes to the canvas as Bobby heads to the corner, getting a tag to Jimmy who's made it back to the apron. Jimmy stomps the midsection of Narumi before bringing her back to her feet, sending her to the corner before laying in some hard chops across the chest!
Watson: Wow, you can really hear the impact on those chops!
Sydney: Narumi is gonna feel those in the morning, that's for sure!
Every chop gets a loud "WOO" from the crowd in Buenos Aries, acknowledging either Calgary's favorite son or the EWC's pay-per-view commentator as Jimmy pulls Narumi away, sending her into the opposite corner with a hard Irish whip. He charges at Narumi, looking for a lariat in the corner...but Narumi dodges it last second, forcing Jimmy's own momentum against him as he crashes into the turnbuckle!
Hot tag to Megumi! The crowd is electric as Megumi unleashes a flurry of offense on Jimmy, culminating in a crossbody off the ropes that sends Jimmy to the canvas hard! After her previous failure, Megumi opts not to go for the cover just yet, instead pointing to the turnbuckle. The crowd agrees with an uproar of cheers as she heads to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle. Once she's perched upon the top, she launches herself off looking to connect with the elbow drop...but Jimmy rolls out of the way just in the nick of time! Megumi comes crashing down hard, and Jimmy goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NARUMI HITS A DROPKICK TO THE HEAD OF JIMMY, STOPPING THE PINFALL IN THE PROCESS!
Watson: Wow, Jimmy nearly had that match won before Narumi stepped in!
Sydney: She should mind her own damn business, especially if she wants to stay healthy enough to face Dio on Monday!
Chaos ensues now as Bobby runs into the ring, going after Narumi with some hard right hands before being joined by Jimmy as the former champs rush her out of the ring with a double clothesline over the top rope. They look quite pleased with themselves as they turn their attention to Megumi...who sends both of them out of the ring herself with a perfectly-placed dropkick! Moments later, the Express slowly get to their feet as does Narumi...only for Megumi to come out of nowhere with a leaping dive over the top rope!
It's absolute mayhem at ringside, as all four competitors struggle to get back to their feet. The ref has begun his count at this point...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
The Express are back on their feet now, as are Narumi and Megumi who charge at the former champs, knocking them toward the area where the announce table resides.
FOUR...
Senshi continue the attack with some more hard kicks, but the Express have other plans as they start to fight back with some hard punches of their own. Eventually things take a turn when Megumi gets sent over the barricade into the crowd!
FIVE...
Jimmy and Bobby sense an opportunity as they set Narumi up for a assisted powerbomb RIGHT THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! The crowd is beside themselves, showering the former champs with boos as they rush back to the ring!
SIX...
SEVEN...
Narumi slowly gets back to her feet, Megumi eventually able to aid her back toward the ring as the Express show their frustration at the easy way out not working.
EIGHT...
NINE...
And right there is the moment Narumi JUST makes it back to the ring, sliding in only for the Express to lay the boots to her! The ref eventually breaks it up, forcing Bobby to go back to his corner and stay on the apron.
Watson: Oh no! Our table! It's br--
Sydney: Don't you dare use that TicTac lingo with me, Timmy! Not after the Southern Express nearly annihilated Narumi in front of our very eyes!
Megumi makes it back to her corner as well, chomping at the bit for a tag but is denied as Jimmy keeps Narumi in the Express corner. Tag to Bobby now, and the two take turns beating up on the future Youngblood III main eventer before sending her to the ropes, hitting a double clothesline on the rebound! Jimmy goes back to the apron as Bobby continues the attack, stomping away as he taunts Megumi before going to pick Narumi up...only to get driven face-first into the canvas with a drop toe hold! Narumi goes for a cover!
ONE!
NO!
Jimmy isn't quite worn down yet, as Narumi hightails it to her corner to make the tag to Megumi! Jimmy gets back to his feet, but is quickly overwhelmed by the offense of Megumi who ends the combo with a headscissors takedown! Bobby rushes in, but is cut off by a dropkick to the corner by Megumi! Jimmy gets a chance to get back to his feet, blindsiding Megumi with a forearm to the head that sends her reeling toward the ropes. Jimmy shouts at Bobby that "It's Time!" which clues the crowd in on what's about to come.
Narumi tries to stop it by running in, but the ref keeps her from doing so telling her that she needs to stay in her corner. This prompts her to yell at the ref in Japanese, presumably demanding to know why the Express are both in the ring...and the former champs hit a double superkick! MIC DROP ON MEGUMI! Bobby rushes back out of the ring as Jimmy goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO! MEGUMI JUST MANAGES TO KICK OUT!
Watson: Oh my, Megumi showing she still has plenty of fighting spirit left even after that beatdown by the former champs!
Sydney: Senshi of the Blade are gonna have to rethink their strategy if they want to topple the Southern Express!
Jimmy can't believe it, arguing with the ref that the count was too slow as Megumi crawls over to get a tag to Narumi...who gets pulled off the apron by Bunny Love! The crowd show their disapproval of the tactic, but Bunny hides under the apron to avoid being seen as Jimmy gets the tag to Bobby, the pair picking up Megumi...who fights back with everything she's got, nailing some solid kicks!
Unfortunately, the wear and tear is too much and Megumi is wobbly...something the Express take advantage of as Jimmy sets her up in a tombstone piledriver position. Bobby takes to the ropes, launching himself for the assist on the spiked tombstone! BUENOS NOCHES, BUENOS ARIES! Cover by Bobby!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!
The ref raises the arms of the Express in victory as Narumi slides into the ring to check on Megumi, before we cut to commentary.
Watson: What a match this was, folks! A razor-thin bout between two great tag teams, but the former champs just manage to pull off the victory here!
Sydney: I'll give Narumi and Megumi their props here, they took the Express to task tonight but it just wasn't enough!
Watson: Great, great match here tonight, and we still have plenty to come! In just a moment we'll see Nevaeh take on Jordan Sharpe with an opportunity at the North American Championship at WrestleFest XIX on the line!
Narumi glares at the Express, who have left the ring to avoid the wrath of the Indy Championship's #1 Contender as we cut to commercial...
SINGLES MATCH
WINNER FACES THE EWC NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION AT WRESTLEFEST
Nevaeh
VS Jordan Freakin' Sharpe
Match Writer: Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
We return to ringside where the tag team showcase just ended. We cut to commentary while the ring gets some last minute inspections.
Watson: Welcome back, folks! We just finished watching a fierce tag fight between Senshi Of The Blade versus the recently dethroned Southern Express! We’re now about to shift our attention towards a singles match with title implications on the line! Nevaeh versus Jordan Freaking Sharpe! The winner will face the North American Champion at WrestleFest! Will Sharpe finally be able to earn a win against the deadly Nevaeh, or will he suffer his third loss to her? Let’s find out! Take us away, Starr!
Once "Gasoline" by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard, Nevaeh comes walking out from the back to a chorus of boos. But judging by the smile on her face she doesn't seem to mind. As she makes her way down the aisle, Nevaeh does her best not to let anyone touch her along the way.
Starr: The following match is for one fall, with the winner facing the North American Champion at WrestleFest! Joining us first, from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing in at 124 pounds ... NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!
After walking up on the ring apron, Nevaeh strikes a pose and gives her backside a little shake before stepping between the ropes. Once inside, she mouths off to the fans and paces the ring a bit as she waits for the match to begin.
Starr: And her opponent, from New Brunswick, Canada weighing in at 230 pounds ... JORDAN FREAKING SHARPE!
JFS comes out and heads down to the ring, high fiving some fans along the way and slides under the bottom rope.
DING DING DING
Sharpe attempts to get an early lead in the match by darting forward and attempting to take Nevaeh’s head off with a Lariat. Unfortunately for JFS, Nevaeh is able to duck in time. She slips behind Jordan and runs forward. Sharpe turns in time to have a handful of his hair grabbed as Nevaeh jumps and slams him down onto the mat with a Running One-Handed Bulldog.
Nevaeh begins to pull Sharpe up by his hair, but is stopped by a stiff elbow to her midsection. After getting up on his own accord, Jordan spins Nevaeh around so her back is facing him, then yanks Nevaeh down into a brutal Spinebuster.
Jordan goes for an early cover, but the referee barely counts to one before Nevaeh gets a shoulder up.
Watson: It's a bit on the early side for a cover, it has to be said
Sydney: Yeah, your Nevaeh going to keep her down at this stage in the match
Nevaeh crawls towards the nearest set of ropes, using those to get to a standing position. Sharpe doesn’t wait for her to get to her feet and charges towards her. A sly smirk appears on Nevaeh’s face, but before Sharpe can understand what’s happening, it’s too late.
Nevaeh was at least partially faking how hurt she was. So right before Jordan can reach his opponent and take her down with any sort of move, Nevaeh rolls out of the way, causing Sharpe to slam into the turnbuckle face first. He covers his nose with his hands. Despite that, a bit of blood is dripping from between his fingers, revealing he ran into the turnbuckle bad enough to have a bloodied - and maybe worse - nose.
Nevaeh takes advantage of his hands being occupied with his face and kicks him down to a knee. Jordan tries to remain on his feet, but several more consecutive kicks force him to the position Nevaeh was hoping for.
She then proceeds to work on locking in a Figure Four submission hold.
Jordan grits his teeth, clenching his fists tightly. The ref asks if he wants to tap, and he shakes his head firmly no. He reaches for the ropes while Nevaeh attempts to tug him more towards the center.
Unfortunately, Sharpe is a bit too heavy and The Unlikeliest Hero is able to grab onto the ropes before being dragged too far away. Nevaeh clicks her tongue, begrudgingly letting go.
While Jordan is still down, she kneels beside him, quickly grabbing onto his arm and seeing about getting a Seated Fujiwara Armbar secured. This time, Sharpe is more prepared for a submission. Before Nevaeh finishes getting his arm in the hold, Nevaeh is headbutted hard!
Enough, in fact, that her own forehead busts open!
Nevaeh glares a hole through Jordan, who merely returns the favor by staring right back at Nevaeh .. only to follow through with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex and slamming Nevaeh down in the process. He tries to get another early cover, but another one count is the end result.
Watson: Another big kick out!
Sydney: Exactly. It's easy to point at Jordan for a lot of covers but I command Nevaeh for kicking out so early when she has an extra second of rest that she could use
Both wrestlers slowly circle one another, trying to determine the best way to leave tonight with a win. The Unlikeliest Hero seems to have found an opening. He charges forward, going for The Sharpeknife! But Nevaeh charges at the same time, and collides into Jordan with a Spear that causes them both to fall onto the canvas.
Nevaeh quickly locks in her newest finisher, Gates Of Hell!
The referee asks again if Jordan wants to tap. He shakes his head, which causes Nevaeh to pull and strengthen the hold! This time, unfortunately, he is stuck in the middle. He tries his damnedest to touch the ropes. After three failed attempts, he looks ready! His hand trembles and, for a bit, it looks as if it’s about to slam down on the mat.
But no! His stubborn side wins and Jordan still refuses to tap!
Nevaeh scoffs and tightens her grip. The referee taps her shoulder after a few moments and points out one of Sharpe’s boots atop a rope. Her eyes narrow but Nevaeh lets go.
As soon as Jordan is released, he decides to give Nevaeh some karma with The BFPT! As Nevaeh falls onto the canvas in pain, he hooks the legs!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall JORDAN FREAKING SHARPE!Nevaeh just storms out, deciding against arguing with the ref or even trying to further fight despite the match being over. Before she gets out of view, we see Jordan did indeed manage to bust her own nose open.
Sharpe, meanwhile, stands up with a proud smile on his face as he raises his hands high up in the air!
Watson: He’s finally done it! Tonight, Jordan was able to overcome the sadistic Nevaeh and succeeded in pinning her!
Sydney: Congrats to Jordan, but it’s gonna suck for whomever Nevaeh faces next. They will no doubt be facing a very wrathful version of her now that she failed to punch her ticket in for WrestleFest.
Watson: Coming up next .. the CW Broadcast Championship match .. right after this 90 second promo for the upcoming season of .. THE FLASH! Don't go anywhere .. we'll be back in a .. flash
Camera cuts to commercial break ..
We return to ringside where Jesse Lizarraga is standing inside the ring as the crowd in Argentina are going crazy.
Watson: This night has been a wild one and I have a feeling it's about to get wilder. Jason Hunter and James Keaton revisit hostilities. Before these two men met to see which one was better and now we see who will walk away with the CW Broadcast Championship
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one and is it for the CW Broadcast Championship Joining us first, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 170 pounds ... JASON HUNTER
Daechwita comes over the speaker as Diana and Sara came out first as they stood on the stage with Jason with his back to the crowd and hood over his head. Sara slides the hood off his head as Diana walks ahead of them. Sara and Jason play to the fans a bit dancing to the music while Diana walked down the ramp. Diana holds the rope for them to get in while Sara and Jason get in-ring and she slides his jacket off him before leaving the ring with him glaring at the person warming up in the corner making sure his face mask is tight on his face protecting his nose.
Starr: And his opponent, from London, England, weighing in at 248 pounds, he is the current reigning and defending CW Broadcast Champion JAMES KEATON
The arena lights begin to flash in tune to the drums as "The Wicked and The Cursed" by The Cold Stares plays throughout the arena. As the guitar rhythm plays, James Keaton makes his presence known by appearing at the top of the entrance ramp. Keaton begins cracking his knuckles in a slow and methodical way before walking with purpose to the ring. Keaton takes his time using the steps to enter the ring before leaning against the ropes and testing their strength.
DING DING DING
Jason and James meet in the center of the ring. Both men are just looking at each while trash talking each other. Jason seems to be the driving force of the talking until James levels up with a solid right hook across the jaw. Jason staggers to the side as James connects with a left hook right into the sternum. Each blow lands in unison as James alternates between each blow. Around the sixth punch, Jason blocks it with one arm while catching James with a punch of his own. Both men continue to slug out until Jason reaches his hand up and sticks his finger into one of James' fingers. James places a hand over his eye as Jason sprints toward the ropes, springs off the middle rope and grabs a hold of James's arm and sends him flying across the ring with a very nice arm drag.
James bounces up off the canvas as Jason follows it up with a back handspring followed by an enziguri which knocks James down. Jason smirks before turning his back quickly before leaping into the air and landing directly onto James. Jason stays in that position as Jesse slides into position.
One!
Tw.....!
James rolls his shoulder up as Jason takes a minute to look at Jesse. He motions count faster while standing back up to his feet. He grabs a handful of James's hair and pulls him back up to a vertical base. Jason looks to shoot James off toward the corner but changes direction at the last minute while catching James with roaring back elbow. Jason is tapping the side of his head before bouncing off the ropes. He leaps into the air, swings his leg out but as he goes to drop his knee down. James rolls out of the way causing Jason to land knee first on the canvas.
Watson: A move like that could do some serious damage to his patella
Sydney: Is that the Spanish for Gumbo?
Jason is still writhing in pain as James comes bouncing off the ropes and strikes with a basement style clothesline. The shot sends Jason rolling out of the ring as James elects to follow after him. James is standing next to Jason and picks up off the floor. He grabs a hold of his arm and shoots him off toward the steel ring post. Jason's head bounces off the ring post as James saunters over towards him. Meanwhile Jesse is in the ring yelling at the two men to get back inside the ring. James places his hand through the straps of Jason's mask and pulls him back up to his feet. Jason is screaming as James once again drives him face first into the ring post. Instead of letting Jason drop to the floor, James flings him back into the ring while draping his head and neck over the ring apron.
James climbs up onto the ring apron, points down at Jason before walking the apron and leaping into the air. As he is coming down, Jason moves out of the way causing James to land right on his butt. James grunts while standing next to the ring. He is trying to work out the pain as Jason comes flying over the top rope and lands perfectly on his feet after striking with front flip plancha. Jason is all smiles while leaping up onto the steel guardrails and leaping off with multiple rotations before landing on top of James with an incredible Phoenix Splash. The crowd is going bananas as Jason picks James back up and chunks him back into the ring. Jason quickly scales up to the top turnbuckle. He quickly leaps off the ropes looking for a cannonball type maneuver but James rolls out of the way. Jason lands hard on his back as James quickly lifts Jason up, drapes across his shoulders chest first before lifting him over his head and driving his knee right into Jason's temple. Jason falls flat on his face as James rolls him over and hooks a leg.
One!
Two!!
Thr.....!!!
Jason just barely gets his shoulder up before Jesse can strike the canvas a third time.
Watson: Any closer and the bell's ringing
Sydney: Jason got his bell rung with that knee to the skull
James is shaking his head wondering while looking toward the referee. He just grunts toward him while picking Jason up off the mat. James goes to whip Jason off towards the ropes but pulls him back into sidewalk slam. Jason bows his back as James goes for another cover. Jason just kicks out before Jesse could count one. James stands up to his feet and slowly drags his thumb across his throat. Jason slowly starts to get back up to his feet as James picks him up like his about to apply the torture rack. Jason is trying to fight out of the hold but James just lifts him up and plants him face first into the canvas while dropping into a seated position. James quickly goes for the cover as Jesse slides into position.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, by pinfall and still the CW Broadcast Champion JAMES KEATON
James looks down at the body of Jason as he stands back up his feet. He yanks the championship out of Jesse's hand and raises it above his head.
Watson: What a title match we just witnessed!!!! James Keaton just showed the world that Paramount 12 wasn't a fluke. Jason brought the fight no doubt about it but it just wasn't enough tonight.
Sydney: Jason pulled out some mind boggling moves but that wasn't enough to put The Wicked down tonight. I see a good title run for James if he can provide this kind of performance every night.
James is continuing to celebrate his successful title defense as Jason as finally rolled out of the ring. The two men lock eyes as Jason just points at him. James lifts the title above his head while holding his arm out wide.
Watson: Coming up next .. our Main Event! Stitches 100th match .. but first .. one last commercial .. we'll be right back in 30 seconds
Camera cuts to commercial break
SINGLES MATCH | X-DIVISION RULES
STITCHES' 100TH SINGLES MATCH IN EWC
Stitches
VS David Miller
Match Writer: David Miller
We return to ringside where Sydney and Watson greet the camera with wide smiles. Behind them, the capacity crowd packed into the MoviStar Arena are on their feet. Watson shifts in his chair, letting the camera zoom in between them, sweeping over the fans closest to the table before it pulls back to frame the announce team again.
Watson: If you’re late joining us tonight, folks, don’t worry, we saved the best for last! The Carnival Clown, Stitches, in poetic fashion, competes in his one hundredth singles match in EWC here tonight against the new North American Champion, David Miller. And with both men agreeing to X-Division Rules, this is going to be a bloody, barbaric war.
Sydney: To say the absolute least. Neither of these guys is known for being all that technical. Or pretty. Or fancy. Or anything other than straight up brutal. Both brawlers. Both angry. And both love to take it out on their opponents!
Watson: It’s certainly a dream match for some, myself included, so let’s hand it over to Isabella and get this started!
The camera switches to a close-up shot of Starr, who stands in the center of the ring with microphone at the ready.
Starr: Damas y caballeros, ¡bienvenidos al evento principal!
Hearing their native language sends the crowd into even more of a frenzy, nearly drowning Starr out from then on.
Starr: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one-fall under X-Division Rules! Introducing first …
The lights of the MoviStar Arena fall low without warning. Seconds pass in silence, before a single tone bleeds through the speakers, leading into a hard, pounding cadence that echoes throughout the arena. Black and white video-clips begin to play in time with the beat, showing Miller shadow boxing in an empty ring, competing in past matches, or glaring into the camera from various angles.
As the music reaches a raucous crescendo, becoming the metal chords of Damnation Plan's “Judgement Day,” the lights return in violent, pulsating strobes, driving the crowd into a frenzy as video clips of Miller play in a smash cut montage on the X-Tron. David Miller marches out from behind the curtain with his head bowed, and fists clenched, the North American Championship strapped around his waist.
Close behind him is Felicia Mathews, wearing a stoic expression to match his own. Coming to a stop at the center of the stage, Miller lifts his head and stares down at the ring with an intense, singular focus. Giving a sudden twist to pop the bones in his neck, he starts down the ramp at a methodical pace with Felica in lockstep beside him.
Starr: Now making his way to the ring, accompanied by Felicia Mathews. From Long Beach, California. Weighing two hundred, thirty-five pounds ... DAVID ... MILLER!
Reaching the floor, Miller stalks the inside of the guardrail and slowly circles around to the ring steps, pausing and rolling the joints in his shoulders loose as well as shaking out his arms. Suddenly erupting into motion, he charges up the steps and ducks between the ropes, immediately crossing to the far corner and pulling himself up onto the second buckle, staring down into the ravenous fans below.
Keeping to the floor, Felicia circles the post and watches him, occasionally giving a watchful look towards the stage. Snapping his hands up, Miller tears the hood back to expose his stony expression, prompting an even louder reaction from the crowd. All of it serves to earn a smirk from Miller, but little else, as he defiantly crosses his arms and stares out into the sea of humanity.
Stepping down to the canvas, he turns and reaches back to peel off the jacket, casually balling it up before lobbing it to a younger fan in the front row, earning a surprised look from Felicia. Shrugging, Miller just turns to face the stage, waiting anxiously.
Watson: Well someone’s taking a souvenir home. That’s a new move from the champion.
Sydney: Congratulations to that kid. Now he’s got the only piece of Miller merch to ever exist!
'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat drops at around the thirty seven second mark the curtains are brushed to the side, smoke spewing out from behind the curtains, and out walks Stitches 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, staring down the crowd members who dare lean too far over the crowd barricade. Nevaeh close behind him as she does her best not to let anyone touch her along the way.
Starr: And introducing his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Nevaeh. Representing the Carnival of Shattered Dreams. Weighing two hundred, sixty pounds … STITCHES!
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 beside the apron, shifting her attention between her partner, and Felica on the far side of the floor. Stitches climbs up onto the second rope and throws his arms out wide for the crowd to embrace him.
As expected, the crowd does not embrace a sinister-looking clown. Stitches hops down from the rope and enters into the ring before approaching the nearby corner of the ring. Stitches turns around, facing Miller, and sits down in the corner of the ring, casually waiting for the bell to ring.
Watson: One hundred times we’ve seen that man walk down here into singles competition. The gossip backstage is that Stitches requested this one specifically against Miller, though no one’s been able to find any confirmation on it.
Sydney: Both these guys have been around for years, but not once have they ever locked up in that ring. Given that little stare down we saw back at Parabellum, I’m think this fight’s been brewing for a long time, and I’m ready for it!
Watson: Looks like they are, too, because they’re already at it – heads up!
With freakish speed, Stitches grabs the ropes and pulls himself up and rushes forward, forcing Starr to dodge out of the way. Distracted by the announcer, Miller turns just as Stitches hits him with a lethal lariat that takes him down.
DING DING DING
Immediately putting the boots to Miller’s head, neck, and ribs, Stitches finishes with a stiff knee drop to the face. Miller tries to roll away, but Stitches just pulls him up and runs him to the corner, crushing him with a body avalanche. A sadistic grin splits the painted face of the clown, as he grabs Miller’s head with both hands and butts it. Miller slumps against the pads, giving Stitches time to back up, only to rush in with another lariat, smashing Miller into the pads yet again. Clutching Miller by the jaw, Stitches hisses something, but the microphone fails to pick it up.
Turning, Stitches hurls Miller out into the center of the ring with a biel, smirking to himself as he slowly walks over. Neveah watches with the cold hint of a smile, before wiggling her fingers at Felicia, who ignores her, focused on the action in the ring. Grabbing Miller by the hair, Stitches starts pulling him up, but Miller snaps upright, smashing the back of his head up into the clown’s jaw!
Stitches reels back, hand coming up on instinct to cup his mouth, leaving him open as Miller stomps a kick into the front of his knee. Stitches buckles and drops, then eats a vicious knee lift that lays him flat, blood already spilling from a jagged gash in his chin. Miller, meanwhile, takes the second to clear his head.
Watson: What a kick by Miller, who takes the advantage away from Miller in the early goings here!
Sydney: Miller better be really careful Tim, Stitches is always plotting and scheming!
As Stitches begins to sit up, Miller drives a soccer kick into his back, then aims a second kick for the back of his head, but the clown rolls away and gets to a knee. As Miller comes in to grab at him, Stitches jabs him in the eyes, then explodes to his feet, driving a shoulder into Miller’s gut and throwing him over with a modified body drop. Reaching up to wipe at the blood on his chin, the painted man gives a hollow chuckle, before flicking his wrist, splattering the blood onto Miller. He reaches down to grab Miller, but the man rolls out to the apron.
Using the ropes, Miller pulls himself to his feet, blinking through the pain just as Stitches comes in with a haymaker. Somehow, Miller gets an arm up to block it, locking Stitches’ arm around his neck before lifting the clown up and over the ropes with a vertical suplex! Stepping backward off the apron, Miller brings both of them crashing down hard onto the floor! Stitches sits up with a scream of pain, cradling his spine as Miller slumps beside him. Both Felicia and Neveah rush to the corner posts, but neither moves forward, watching each other carefully as Stitches rolls to his stomach and tries to grab at the guardrail, looking to pull himself up.
Miller rolls where he lies, a bit quicker to his feet. As Stitches gets to his feet, Miller clubs him across the back, then smashes his face off the guardrail, before trying to whip him into the side of the apron – but Stitches reverse it, sending Miller smashing spine first into the steel edge. Before Miller can recover from the impact, Stitches drives a boot into his gut and doubles him over. Forcing Miller’s head between his legs, the carnival clown lifts Miller to his shoulders and takes a few running steps before hitting a sit out powerbomb!
Watson: Oh my, that impact spoke VOLUMES after that powerbomb!
Sydney: The clown is turning things around!
Shoving Miller’s body aside, Stitches sits on the floor for a moment, before getting to his feet. Seeing Neveah staring at Felicia, he glares at the woman as well, before turning his attention to the apron. Kneeling, he grabbed at the skirt and yanked it away, grabbing at the multitude of toys beneath the ring. Chairs. Cables. A roll of audial wire. Even a small ladder. Last out is a spare lighting tube, which brings a smile to the clown’s face. Keeping that toy in hand, he gets to his feet and turns to see Miller pulling himself up with the steps.
Stalking over, Stitches swings the tube like a baseball bat, smashing it against the side of Miller’s head. Powdered fiberglass explodes in a plume as Miller falls to the floor, grasping at his skull as blood seeps through his fingers. Stitches laughs, using the toe of his boot to kick at Miller’s fingers, trying to open the cuts even more. Tossing the shattered tube aside, Stitches pulls Miller to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Grabbing one of the cables, he climbs onto the apron and ducks between the ropes, stepping over Miller’s body.
Kneeling over him, Stitches begins wrapping the wire around Miller’s head, making sure to get it between his teeth before sitting back and yanking the cord up into the fleshy corners of his mouth, locking in a grotesque version of the Cheshire Smile! Miller tries to get a grip on the wiring, but Stitches just angles his weight back even more, causing Miller to bend up at an angle. Lizaragga asks for the submission, but Miller shakes his head!
Watson: David Miller just won't give up, folks!
Sydney: He's got a lotta guts Tim...more guts than brains maybe, but it's commendable!
Unable to pull the cable away, Miller plants one hand to the mat and uses it to get a knee beneath him. Feeling the shift, Stitches rears back even more, trying to tear through the sides of Miller’s mouth! Screaming in pain despite the makeshift gag in his mouth, Miller powers up to a kneeling position, then drives himself backward into the corner, crushing the clown against the pads – but Stitches keeps his hold on the cable!
Driving an elbow back into the clown’s ribs, Miller drives him back into he pads again, then brings a heel up into Stitches’ groin. The carnival clown’s yellow eyes go wide as his grip loosens just enough for Miller to pull away, tearing the cable from Stitches’ hands. Staggering to the ropes, Miller gasps for breath, fighting to toss the cable back to the floor. Turning back to Stitches, he grabs the clown’s head and tucks it, before stepping up onto the second buckle and swinging around with a sloppy tornado DDT, spiking Stitches’ skull into the mat. The clown slumps as Miller quickly covers him and hooks the near leg.
ONE!
TW-NO!
Stitches kicks loose and rolls onto his side. Pushing up to all fours, Miller tries to catch his breath, watching the drops of blood stain the canvas beneath his hands. Getting to his feet, he pulls Stitches up and drives a forearm into the small of his back, then rabbit punches him in the kidneys, before shoving him chest-first into the ropes. As the clown staggers back, Miller lifts him into a belly to back suplex, but twists around to drop him backward over the ropes! As Stitches tumbles over, the back of his neck strikes the side of the apron before his body smashes down to the floor.
Watson: Down goes Stitches to the outside! Things have really kicked up a gear here!
Sydney: Yeah, but now Stitches gets a chance to take a breather!
Neveah moves to the clown’s side, ordering him to his feet, backing away only a step or two as Miller slowly rolls beneath the ropes and closes in. Eyeing the woman, Miller hesitates, giving Stitches enough time to grab one of the chairs and swing it into Miller’s right knee, immediately buckling it. As Miller drops to a knee, Stitches swings the chair again, this time into Miller’s face, sending him to his back. Taking a second to catch his breath, the clown orders Neveah away with a sweep of his arm, pushing to his feet with chair still in hand.
Stepping over Miller, Stitches brings the hard edge of the chair down into his spine, then the back of his knee, then the back of his neck, then down into his spine again. Each impact brings a pained cry from Miller, who tries to crawl away as best he can, reaching for the steel steps. Adjusting his grip, Stitches raises the chair overhead, looking to bring it down on Miller’s head, but Miller suddenly twists around and stabs the broken piece of light tube into Stitches’ leg! The clown screams in both pain and surprise, dropping the chair and doubling over to reach for his calf.
Grabbing the discarded chair, Miller jabs it up into the clown’s throat, then awkwardly smashes it into the side of his head, knocking Stitches aside. Collapsing to a knee, Stitches pulls the fiberglass from his leg, then turns just in time to see Miller bringing the chair down onto the top of his skull! The seat indents around the clown’s head as Stitches slumps onto his side with a twitching spasm.
Watson: Good lord, what a chair shot!
Sydney: THAT'S GONNA BE A HEFTY FINE, MR. MILLER!
Blood streaming from the gash in his skull with every pump of his heart, Miller wobbles on his feet, but somehow manages to find enough strength to reach down and pull Stitches to a seated position. Backing up a couple steps, he rushes forward with a stiff knee trembler, sandwiching the man’s head between his knee and the steel guardrail! A collective ‘ooh’ ripples through the crowd as Stitches’ lifeless body goes limp.
Leaning over the rail, Miller reaches up to wipe the blood from the side of his head, smearing it over his palms, as well as the steel barrier, and even the clown’s vest, as he grabs hold of it to pull Stitches back up to his feet. A sudden burst of life sees Stitches slam both palms into Miller’s chest, sending him staggering back into the corner, the back of his head colliding off the post. As Miller slumps to his knees, Stitches grabs both his arms in a butterfly before hitting a Sound of Silence on the floor!
Watson: What a violent turn this has taken!
Sydney: Look at all this sweet, sweet mayhem!
Neither man moves. Small pools of blood form on the electric blood mats in a sickening contrast. Felicia calls out to Miller, but he isn’t moving, his eyes blankly staring up at the lights. Stitches sits up beside him, smeared with blood from the neck down. Looking over his shoulder, he collapses back across Miller’s body and tries to hook the near leg.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-NO!
Miller’s leg breaks loose – his body contorting just enough to escape the pin!
Watson: Miller's still in this fight somehow!
Sydney: What does Stitches have to do to put this man away!?
Stitches’ lips draw back in a bloodied snarl as he turns and grabs a handful of Miller’s matted hair, holding him still while raining down a barrage of punches. Miller weakly tries to get his hands up, but the clown is relentless in his rage. Getting to his feet, Stitches hauls Miller up as well, smashing his face off the apron, then the ring post, before whipping him knee-first into the steps. The impact sends Miller flipping through the air onto his back, screaming as he grabs for his knee. Kicking the steps aside, Stitches stalks towards him.
Miller tries to crawl under the ring, but the clown stomps down on his ankle, then grabs hold of it, wrenching Miller back out again. Suddenly twisting, Miller swings a crowbar into the stab wound in Stitches’ leg! The clown reels back, howling in pain. Slowly, Miller tries to get to his feet before the clown can recover. Stitches glares at him, spitting a glob of blood before lunging towards him with a bicycle kick, but Miller sidesteps and jabs the pointed end of the bar into the clown’s leg. Immediately, Stitches’ drops to all fours, hand grasping for the now freely-bleeding gash in his calf.
Stepping over him, Miller hooks the bar across the front of his throat, crushing the clown’s windpipe and using it to strangle him! The camera zooms in on the wide, bloodshot eyes of Stitches as he reaches up to try and pry the bar away, but Miller refuses to break his grip. Kicking back with his boot, Stitches tries to dislocate Miller’s bad knee, but can’t make enough impact to do any severe damage. Miller suddenly staggers, his grip weakening as his body visibly weakens from blood loss.
Feeling the opening, Stitches rips the bar loose and throws it aside, but leaves himself open just long enough for Miller to grab him around the waist and throw him over with the Hard Goodbye! The back of Stitches head striking the bottom half of the steps he had kicked aside earlier! The clown’s body goes limp as he sprawls across the floor, unconscious.
Watson: Oh, this doesn't look good.
Sydney: Not at all Tim, both guys are completely out of it here.
Flat on his back, Miller tries to roll, but collapses, eyes glassing over as the fatigue overtakes him. Rolling out to the floor, Lizaragga checks both men with a look of concern, before turning and waving to the back. Neveah and Felicia move to their respective partners’ sides as the EMTs come down the ramp. Turning to the timekeeper, Jesse shakes his head and crosses his arms, motioning for them to ring the bell and call it off before turning back to the two men.
DING DING DING
The ref leaves the ring to confer with Starr, who gives the official announcement.
Starr: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has determined that neither man is able to continue competing, and has therefore ruled this match a DRAW!
Despite the result, the crowd in Buenos Aries does not boo or show disapproval...they can't, not after the match they just witness, and not when both men are this badly beaten and bruised. EMTs tend to both Miller and Stitches as we cut to commentary.
Watson: What a brutal, brutal main event this was folks! Both these men gave it their all, they went to war...and at the end, they wore each other down to the very brink!
Sydney: It's crazy to see this match end this way after all that, but you know it's gonna drive them to go even harder when the opportunity next arises!
Watson: Tonight was a wild one for sure, but that is all the time we have here! In just a few days the first and second-year Superstars of EWC compete in Youngblood III on Pay-Per-View, and then Paramount returns on November 10th! Until then, I've been Tim Watson alongside Cid Sydney saying good night!
The last thing we see is EMTs getting both men onto stretchers, helping them to the back as the show comes to a close.
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
James Keaton & Jason Hunter
Stitches
The Southern Express
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH
Tenjitsu [N/S]
VS Adriana Aquilla
WINNER: Adriana Aquilla
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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Tane Sua [N/S] [PINNED]
VS Carrie Samson
VS Emma Louise
WINNER: Carrie Samson
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SINGLES MATCH | X-DIVISION RULES
Bathsheba
VS Isabella
DRAW
...
TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
Senshi of the Blade
VS The Southern Express
WINNERS: The Southern Express
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SINGLES MATCH | WINNER FACES EWC NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION AT WRESTLEFEST
Nevaeh
VS Jordan Freakin' Sharpe
WINNER: Jordan Sharpe
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CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Jason Hunter
VS James Keaton (C)
WINNER AND STILL CW BROADCAST CHAMPION: James Keaton
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X-DIVISION RULES | STITCHES' 100TH SINGLES MATCH IN EWC
Stitches
VS David Miller
DRAW
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: JFS
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Senshi of the Blade Vs The Southern Express
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