PARAMOUNT WRESTLING #14 RIO DE JANEIRO
Nov 10, 2021 20:41:35 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 Jeunesse 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 Rio De Janeiro 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.
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EPISODE #14
EPISODE #14
NOVEMBER 10TH, 2021
LIVE! from the Jeunesse Arena - Rio De Janeiro, BrazilWARNING: 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 Jeunesse 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 Jeunesse 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 Rio De Janeiro 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.
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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, Marcu$ $t. John, Robbie Rayder, Isabella, Nevaeh, Jason Hunter, Bathsheba, The Southern Express, The Halo Syndicate, and Austin Allen . 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 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 Jeunesse Arena with them here tonight. The Paramount Wrestling fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:
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"
O Southern Express ainda é o MEU Tag Team Champions!"
O Southern Express ainda é o MEU Tag Team Champions!"
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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 FOURTEENTH episode of Paramount Wrestling! We are coming to you live from Jeunesse Arena in city that will host WrestleFest in just a few short weeks time, Rio De Janeiro, Brazil! My name is Tim Watson and with me as always is Cid Sydney
Sydney: It's great to be back with another episode of Paramount Wrestling! The Road to WrestleFest is heating up and tonight we have a massive night of matches, and they could ALL have implications as we move closer to the 4-day extravaganza that will take place at Estádio do Maracanã December 17th thru the 20th.
Watson: We will start things off with an X-Division bout between Prime's Headhuntress Aiya, who has already punched her ticket to WrestleFest and will be fighting for the X-Division championship, against the self named Whore of Babylon, Bathsheba.
Sydney: Next, the CW Broadcast champion James Keaton puts the title on the line against one half of the Halo Syndicate, Nina Samson! Then Brawl invades the orange brand twice! First as Pence Weatherlight, former North American champion, takes on Jordan Freakin' Sharpe!
Watson: Austin Allen takes on Adriana Aquilla in the battle of the Double A's, The Southern Express take on the team of Jason Hunter and Emma Louise, and Brawl invades again as Stitches and Marcu$ $t. John finally get the one on one match that Marcu$ has been waiting all season for. Then It's a battle of the champions as El Pablo and David Miller go at it in a champion versus champion match and then our big main event pits "La Belicista" Isabella against the EWC Outlaw, Mercenary!
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SINGLES MATCH
X-DIVISION RULES
 | VS |  |
| "Headhuntress" Aiya | Bathsheba |
We return to ringside where Jesse Lizarraga is diligently checking over the ring.
Watson: Match.com, the official dating partner of the Extreme Wrestling Corporation. It's time for the first match of the night folks and what a match we have!
Sydney: An X-Division tilt featuring Prime's Headhuntress and Paramount's Whore!
Watson: Cid! Watch your mouth!
Sydney: She literally calls herself the Whore of Babylon, Tim. I'm not calling her a name.
Watson: Fair point. To the ring we go! Take it away, Isabella!
Starr: The following match is a singles match, taking place under X-Division rules. Joining us first, from Kyoto, Japan, weighing in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds ... "HEADHUNTRESS" AAAI-YAAA!
As “Killer” by JJ Lin plays over the PA system, a fog appears near the curtains. As it slowly fades away, we see the form of “Headhuntress” Aiya standing at the top of the ramp. She saunters down, entering the ring through the middle and top ropes. Aiya then leans against the ring, already looking as if she’s making a game plan in her head whilst waiting for her opponent to enter the ring.
Starr: And her opponent, from Babylon, weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds ... THE WHORE OF BABYLON, BATHSHEBA!
As the violin starts the arena plunges into darkness and stays pitch black for the first 40 seconds until the piano starts. When it does a red spotlight shines down shines down on Father Mathias who is cackling with laughter. After another 20 seconds he slams his cane on the stage which causes fire to shoot up from the stage behind him to the left and right. Bathsheba comes crawling out from under the stage and stops when she gets to Father Mathias' feet. Together they go to the ring where Bathsheba slides under the bottom rope where she listens to Father Mathias' last minute instructions.
DING DING DING
The instant that the bell rings, the Whore of Babylon springs across the ring on all fours, neck twisting eerily as she shrieks at her opponent. Aiya answers with a slow, methodical crack of her own neck, a dangerous little smile on her lips. Fearless, it would seem. Bathsheba slaps the mat with both hands and then vaults forward, nailing a big dropkick that the Headhuntress seems simply to take; rebounding off the ropes fast enough to catch her opponent, still in the air, with a violent neckbreaker!But that's not all she's got. There's a glint of metal as she pulls out her signature staple gun and wastes no time in (quite literally) nailing Bathsheba several times in the forehead, garnering a strong response from the Brazilian crowd - who came for blood. Aiya smirks, tosses the gun away and makes a quick cover.
ONE...
TW-- NO!
The fiendish Bathsheba recovers like a scalded dog, thrashing into a wheeling spin that leaves a bloody trail around the mat, screaming hellishly. Aiya rises to watch cautiously, flicking out her wrists as she turns to keep her opponent in sight. Bathsheba comes in again, her movements ever more wild and unpredictable, spinning to rake her nails across the eyes. There's a pained hiss from Aiya, who rolls into the unorthodox blow and manages to seize the extended arm, pulling Bathsheba face-first to the mat with a Fujiwara armbar.
Watson: Aiya caught off guard there to start, then literally nails Bathsheba before getting her eyes damn near gouged out.
Sydney: Aiya is determined to not let Bathsheba get inside her head and play games. That is where Bathsheba thrives and Aiya wants to give her no quarter.
The Headhuntress leans back into the hold, expression grim as she feels her foe wriggle and contort, pulling closer to the nearby ropes. It seems unlikely she's going to reach; but suddenly, leverage! Father Mathias, well concealed from Aiya's view, has extended his cane, and Bathsheba uses it to pull herself and Aiya to the ropes, forcing the break. Aiya curses as she spies the chuckling Mathias, and starts to get in Jesse Lizarraga's face. The Whore of Babylon seizes the opening, leaping onto Aiya's back and locking in a sleeper hold.
That's not all the Headhuntress has to worry about, as sharp teeth come down on her skull, blood beginning to darken the vibrant red of her hair before Lizarraga can force another separation of the two. Bathsheba stalks away, licking her lips as she seeks the approval of her master at ringside.
Father Mathias pets his slavish creature, who leans into his hands with an expression of foul contentment that draws a scowl of disgust from Aiya. Swiping irritably at her wounded skull, the Headhuntress hits the ropes and breaks into a dash, driving a knee across the back of her opponent's head. As she attempts to drag the stunned woman upright, Bathsheba recovers enough to reach up and pull Aiya into the ropes with one hand, hopping up and over to entangle her legs around Aiya's waist. From here she rolls into a forward flip, dragging her captured prey into a tarantula hold!
Watson: The blood is pouring now, but Bathsheba has that hold locked in pretty tight!
Sydney: Smart move here. She knows that she can keep this locked in as long as she wants because of the X-Division rules.
Jesse Lizarraga comes in close to Aiya, whose face is creased in pain, to check for the submission. It goes on a little too long, and starts to seem dire, the hold just too tight; but then there's a scream from the Sadistic Sakura, and she wrenches herself free with pure will and strength, sending Bathsheba slithering to ringside. The unfortunate ref is caught in her surge forward, taking a rough fall to the apron as Aiya staggers into the center of the ring and hits the ropes on the other side.
There's a loud slap as she catches the recovering Bathsheba with a baseball slide, ending the move stood on the outside between the downed Whore and her master, who comes in swinging with his cane! Aiya blocks it, then sends him away with a big boot to the chest. The distraction proves unfortunate, as Bathsheba rolls to her feet and seizes Aiya by the shoulder, spinning her around for an eyeful of bloody mist!
The fiendish creature opens her mouth wide and poses in celebration as her opponent claws at her eyes... and then immediately drops her hands and smiles. She had her eyes closed! Face caked in blood and spittle, Aiya opens her eyes and grabs Bathsheba, picking her up for a savage powerbomb against the apron. A glance into the ring confirms to her that the referee has yet to recover, and with the cover not an option... a sick grin twists her lips. The Headhuntress drops down beneath the ring, dragging out a pile of fluorescent light tubes that she sets beside her foe.
Father Mathias attempts to make the save, but Aiya seizes up a single tube and swings it like a baseball bat, shards exploding in a cloud around the sinister master's head. He staggers back, and Aiya launches herself in pursuit, nailing a Lights Out enzuigiri that knocks Mathias senseless. Diving once more toward Bathsheba, the Headhuntress scoops up her opponent and slings her over her shoulders.
Beat In: Japanese Style! The fans explode as she drives the Whore of Babylon down with the burning hammer, putting the wild woman headfirst through the remaining stack of fluorescent tubes, a hideous crunch and an eruption of powdered glass meeting the roar of the capacity crowd. Aiya rolls her devastated, bloody opponent into the ring, rouses Jesse Lizarraga with a few slaps, and makes the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, "HEADHUNTRESS" AIYAAAAAAAA!
With the match over, Aiya has no more time for her opponent and the fallen man at ringside. She allows the dazed and confused Lizarraga to raise her arm, and then climbs a turnbuckle, clenching one hand in a tight fist as she motions around her own waist.
Watson: And just like that, the Headhuntress has proven herself once more as one of the most violent warriors in the employ of this fine company - despite the efforts of the equally terrifying Bathsheba.
Sydney: She fought fire with fire, Tim, and came out bloody but victorious. But let's appreciate how savage and scary Bathsheba really is. She's overdue a big W; and I pity her next opponent.
Aiya has hopped down from the corner post, and paces the ring for a moment as her music continues to play. An analytical and appreciative eye is sent ringside, at her own handiwork amidst the settling dust, and she casts the crowd a taut smile and a casual salute before she takes her leave.
Watson: Don't go anywhere folks, we have show much more to come tonight. We'll be right back!
Camera cuts to commercial.
Lisa Goldrush: Excuse me Marcu$, can I take a little of your time? I want to say congratulations to you on being able to adopt two twin girls but before you can be united with them you have a tall task ahead of you tonight. You face a former….
Marcu$ $t. John: Hey Lisa, you can stop. I already know. Everyone already knows. Stitches has all the accolades. He’s dangerous, he’s sadistic, a full-blown menace. Will stop at nothing to hurt any and everybody he comes into contact with. I’ve seen firsthand what he can do. So now that we’ve moved on from jerking off about his past, what’s the question?
Lisa Goldrush: Well, you’ve had some pretty big opponents this year so how does that prepare you for your match tonight?
He side eyes Lisa, then peers behind the camera at the cameraman before walking out of the frame of the interview. He then walks back into frame.
Marcu$ $t. John: I was about to leave but nevermind. Lisa, give me the microphone. You can leave. Cameraman you stay. Stitches, you’re probably somewhere back here brooding. In a foul mood for no reason, but smile. I mean sure, you lost the X Division title; sure, you fumbled your chance to win what you said would be your last Rumble, but cheer up. I mean you’re still a legend, right? At least you have that to fall back on. You can always look back at your past conquests, well that is if you can remember them with all the injuries, concussions, and God knows what else that has happened to you over the years and that’s just in the wrestling ring.
He motions the cameraman to zoom in closer to his face.
Marcu$ $t. John: I’m sure you’re smart enough to realize that I’m trying to rile you up and piss you off and while most might think that’s a mistake, you lose your cool and my plan goes to perfection. I’m not here to match your violence, I’m here to win our match. Knock off another pillar of the EWC and continue to build my brand. I'm tired of being considered the underdog but instead of continuing to complain about it, I'm going to continue to prove everyone wrong. The only personal issue that I have with you is that you decided to step back on this show on a week that you’re going up against me. This isn’t FSW anymore Stitches, you don’t belong here. My only goals are to send your ass back to Brawl with a loss and go pick up my daughters for the first time ever. I’ll see you in the ring.
M$J walks off as the camera zooms out and he disappears from the frame once again. Confident in his ability to get another upset.
Marcu$ $t. John: Hey Lisa, you can stop. I already know. Everyone already knows. Stitches has all the accolades. He’s dangerous, he’s sadistic, a full-blown menace. Will stop at nothing to hurt any and everybody he comes into contact with. I’ve seen firsthand what he can do. So now that we’ve moved on from jerking off about his past, what’s the question?
Lisa Goldrush: Well, you’ve had some pretty big opponents this year so how does that prepare you for your match tonight?
He side eyes Lisa, then peers behind the camera at the cameraman before walking out of the frame of the interview. He then walks back into frame.
Marcu$ $t. John: I was about to leave but nevermind. Lisa, give me the microphone. You can leave. Cameraman you stay. Stitches, you’re probably somewhere back here brooding. In a foul mood for no reason, but smile. I mean sure, you lost the X Division title; sure, you fumbled your chance to win what you said would be your last Rumble, but cheer up. I mean you’re still a legend, right? At least you have that to fall back on. You can always look back at your past conquests, well that is if you can remember them with all the injuries, concussions, and God knows what else that has happened to you over the years and that’s just in the wrestling ring.
He motions the cameraman to zoom in closer to his face.
Marcu$ $t. John: I’m sure you’re smart enough to realize that I’m trying to rile you up and piss you off and while most might think that’s a mistake, you lose your cool and my plan goes to perfection. I’m not here to match your violence, I’m here to win our match. Knock off another pillar of the EWC and continue to build my brand. I'm tired of being considered the underdog but instead of continuing to complain about it, I'm going to continue to prove everyone wrong. The only personal issue that I have with you is that you decided to step back on this show on a week that you’re going up against me. This isn’t FSW anymore Stitches, you don’t belong here. My only goals are to send your ass back to Brawl with a loss and go pick up my daughters for the first time ever. I’ll see you in the ring.
M$J walks off as the camera zooms out and he disappears from the frame once again. Confident in his ability to get another upset.
SINGLES MATCH
For The CW Broadcast Championship
 | VS |  |
| Nina Samson | James Keaton |
Watson: This is the orange brand’s night to shine, but now we’ve got some gold on the line as the CW Broadcast Championship is up for grabs, with Nina Samson trying to rip it away from James Keaton.
Sydney: ...How did you say that with a straight face?
Watson: Because the matches don’t just happen on paper?
Sydney: Nina’s a paperweight by comparison. Big Jimmy has this, so I’ll just rest my voice here.
The lights inside the arena change to a bluish purple color as "More Than You Think I Am" begins to play over the sound system. The crowd is slowly starting to cheer as Nina Samson walks out onto the stage. Her eyes shift from side to side before she descends down the ramp.
Starr: The following contest is scheduled FOR one fall, and it’s for the CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP! Making her way to the ring, THE CHALLENGER… FROM Dallas, Texas, weighing in AT 122 pounds… NINAAAAAAAAAAAAA SAAAAAAAAMSOOOOOOOOOONNN!!!
She high fives a few people in the front row before sliding into the ring. She walks around the inside for one full rotation before standing onto the closest turnbuckle.
Watson: One-half of the Halo Syndicate finds herself in a great position here with gold in her sights, so we’ll see if she’s got angels watching over her tonight. Cid, your take?
Sydney: I mean, I said my piece already.
Nina smacks the top pad a few times before slipping both her arms out wide as the crowd is chanting her name. She proceeds to do a backflip before standing in the corner and waiting, though she doesn’t have to wait long before ‘The Wicked and The Cursed’ plays, with the arena lights flashing in tune to the drums. As the guitar rhythm plays, the CW Broadcast Champion makes his presence known by appearing at the top of the entrance ramp.
Starr: AND INTRODUCING HER OPPONENT… From London, England, weighing in AT 248 pounds… He is the CW Broadcast Champion… ‘THE WICKED’ JAAAAAAMES KEATOOOOOONNN!
The crowd boos as Keaton begins cracking his knuckles in a slow and methodical way before walking with purpose to the ring, the CW Broadcast Championship resting comfortably on his shoulder.
Watson: A veteran of the industry, James Keaton has certainly acquitted himself well in his new perch as the CW Broadcast Champion, and he’s not looking to slow that roll any time soon, especially not against Nina Samson.
Sydney: What more is there to say? When you’re talking about somebody being literally double the other person’s weight, there aren’t many ways around that.
Keaton takes his time using the steps to enter the ring before leaning against the ropes and testing their strength, never once focusing on Nina before he squares up, handing his gold to the referee, who then calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Keaton coldly tries to size Samson up in the middle of the ring, but Nina’s not having any of it, immediately launching herself off the back ropes, then attempting a Hesitation Dropkick below the larger Keaton’s knee! However, the CW Broadcast Champion quickly snuffs out the attempt, leaning a shoulder into Nina to drop her to the canvas and immediately shift the momentum. The crowd boos as Keaton quickly gets his hands around Samson’s waist, then tosses her for a nasty-looking German Suplex, which ends in Samson bouncing off a turnbuckle!
Watson: No wasted motion at all there from James Keaton as the big Brit clearly has no interest in being out here for long.
Sydney: He clearly sees Nina as nonsense, and that’s not going to fly with the Londoner.
Keaton’s expression doesn’t change as he locks back in on the slumped over Samson, pinning her up against the turnbuckle with his boot and getting dangerously close to the referee’s five-count before he finally lets it go. The CW Broadcast Champion backs away briefly, though he doesn’t take his eyes off Samson. Keaton goes to pick Samson up by her hair, as he bends down, Nina’s ready for him, popping up and starting the Chrissy Shuffle, getting the crowd back into it with each shot! The three punches connect and send Keaton backward, but then she launches herself backward again, coming forward and adding even more force to the Spinning Roundhouse Kick, which catches the CW Broadcast Champion square in the chest!
Watson: Nina Samson showing she’s not out of this one, by any stretch of the imagination! She’s got some fight in her yet, and the CW Broadcast Championship is known to bring out the best skills of those who covet it.
Sydney: She might have skills, but you can’t teach size, and so I’d expect Keaton to wear her down efficiently over the course of the match.
With Keaton still hunched over, Samson remains on the offensive, building up speed off the ropes and connecting with a Sliding Knee to Keaton’s abdomen, which sends the CW Broadcast Champion rolling out of the ring under the bottom rope! The challenger controls the ring as Keaton takes a breather on the outside, with Samson beckoning him back in. The intensity slowly builds in Keaton’s eyes as he steps up onto the apron; as he steps back in, Samson launches herself at him, trying to go for a Tilt-A-Whirl Fujiwara Armbar… Keaton blocks… then transitions into a Gutwrench Powerbomb! Samson is planted in the middle of the ring, but the CW Broadcast Champion opts against the counter, instead picking her up and sending her backward with a sickening Knife-edged Chop!
Watson: Good Lord.
Sydney: Yeah, not quite the meat-slapping I had in mind.
Watson: Cid… No. Just, no.
Samson staggers into the ropes, though she manages to keep her footing as Keaton approaches, showing enough awareness to duck under Keaton’s arms to get behind him, striking with a series of kicks to chop the big man down to one knee! Samson scrambles into the proper position, then doesn’t waste any time connecting with the Fairfield Exit! The Package DDT drops Keaton to the canvas, with Samson quickly going into the cover…
ONE!
TWO-NOOOOOOO! Keaton kicks out just as the referee’s hand hits the mat for the second time, pushing his challenger off of him.
Watson: We nearly had ourselves a new CW Broadcast Champion there, as Nina Samson seems to have picked up some momentum here!
Sydney: Just watch, Keaton will say No-No-No to Nina by the end of this, Mutombo-style.
Undeterred, Samson continues her onslaught, immediately dropping Keaton back to the canvas with a Sitout Facebuster! She then positions herself behind the prone Keaton, trying to lock in Night, Night! However, Keaton is able to power out, then turns around and drops her with a vicious European Uppercut! The crowd boos as Keaton looks almost cruelly down on the prone Samson, then looks over to the nearest turnbuckle, and the faintest of smirks can be seen through his scraggly beard.
Watson: I think James Keaton has had just about enough of Nina Samson for one night, and he’s determined to end this now.
Sydney: I, personally, have had enough of her through 2022.
Watson: The hell’s your problem?
Keaton hauls himself over to the turnbuckle, his progress slowed by his knee from the Samson kicks. Keaton steadies himself on top, looks down at Samson, then launches himself off…
Watson: OH WOW! THIS STORY HASN’T REACHED ITS ENDING YET!
Sydney: Crash and Burn, population Big Jimmy!
Indeed, Keaton’s attempt at The Story So Far goes for naught, as Samson rolls out of the way, with Keaton immediately grabbing at his weakened knee after missing on his Double Knee Drop! Realizing the predicament Keaton is in, Samson then scurries to the same turnbuckle and quickly positions herself on top. Once Keaton regains his footing, Samson launches off for Passionate Halos… KEATON CATCHES HER… AND REVERSES IT INTO A WICKED BACKBREAKER!
Watson: JESUS, somebody should check on the wood below, because that sounded nasty. What a reversal from the CW Broadcast Champion!
Sydney: Nina may well need a fuckin’ halo after that, Good God.
The crowd boos as Keaton spins to his good knee, looking coldly upon Samson as he slides over to make the cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NOOOOOOOO!!! Nina gets a shoulder up at the last moment, and Keaton is in visible disbelief!
Watson: HOW DID SHE DO THAT?
Sydney: Kinesthetically, it was pretty fuckin’ simple, but after that? I’m with you, I thought she was broken in half.
Keaton pulls at his dreadlocks, quickly getting to his feet as Nina recovers, though she’s still clutching at her lower back. He tries to grab her for a Wicked DDT, but Nina evades and gets behind Keaton, unloading with a series of kicks to the back of Keaton’s right knee, eventually dropping him to the canvas! The crowd is firmly behind Nina as she gets in front of Keaton, trying to go for the Starlit Chaser… BUT KEATON PUSHES BACK, QUICKLY LOCKING IN THE WICKED CLUTCH!
Watson: Oh boy, this is looking rather perilous for Nina Samson.
Sydney: Stop your pearl clutching, Tim, because it’s the Wicked doing what he does best.
Keaton is unrelenting in his hold; Nina tries to fight it, but eventually, the size advantage and pressure applied proves to be too much. She goes limp, and the referee calls for the bell, much to the crowd’s disapproval as ‘The Wicked and the Cursed’ starts up again.
DING DING DING
Starr: Here is your winner by submission, AND STILL CW BROADCAST CHAMPION… ‘THE WICKED’ JAAAAAAMES KEATOOOOOONNN!
Keaton callously drops Nina to the canvas as the referee hands him his CW Broadcast Championship back, the crowd continuing to boo him.
Watson: Well, we knew the size advantage was going to play into James Keaton’s hands here tonight, and he literally made that happen with the submission victory.
Sydney: Nina Samson showed plenty of game here tonight, but in the end, ‘The Wicked’ was just too much.
Watson: I doubt this will be Nina’s last opportunity, but for now, ‘The Wicked’ James Keaton continues to wield an iron fist with the CW Broadcast Championship.
Keaton looks out coldly into the crowd, his championship back on his shoulder as the feed cuts to commercial.
As cameras head backstage, we see Nevaeh barging right into Chris Brock’s office.
Nevaeh: Hope I’m not interrupting anything.
The Paramount GM appears to be in the middle of a phone call. He isn’t pleased with the interruption, but knows by the look on Nev’s face she isn’t in the waiting mood as she makes her way closer to the desk.
Chris Brock: I’m going to have to call you…
Before he can finish the statement, Nev reaches across and pulls the phone from his hand. A moment later, she slams it against the receiver.
Nevaeh: Actually I can care less about that.
The GM tries to keep his emotions under control as he crosses his arms.
Chris Brock: What do you want?
Nevaeh: I want to be added to the X-Division match at WrestleFest.
Chris Brock: Nevaeh, you know you can't just demand things like this. You have to earn something like that.
Nevaeh: I thought I did earn it when I defeated Isabella. But if you want me to beat around another poor unfortunate soul, I can do that too.
Chris Brock: Are you sure about that?
Brock questions with a sly grin. It’s as if he has an Ace up his sleeve.
Nevaeh: Who do you have in mind?
She questions with a roll of her eyes in return. Brock allows there to be a silence between them before he answers.
Chris Brock: Bathsheba.
Nev barely bats an eyelash at the name.
Nevaeh: Better tell her to come prepared…
She pats her sledgehammer that has been resting upon her shoulder before adding.
Nevaeh: ...because you know I will.
With that, Nev turns on her heel and heads back out of the office.
SINGLES MATCH
Brawl Vs Paramount
 | VS |  |
| Pence Weatherlight | Jordan Freakin' Sharpe |
We return to ringside where senior official Matt Mercer stands ready.
Watson: Woah, BIG announcement there from General Manager Chris Brock. At the season finale of Paramount Wrestling, Nevaeh versus Bathsheba with the winner going on to WrestleFest to fight Aiya, King Flip, The X-Division Champion El Pablo and either Tanja Deveroux or Jamie Love. It's going to be a fatal five way now!!! Up next though, it's Brawl vs. Paramount and I cannot wait any longer. let's go to the ring!!!
Starr: The following match is a singles match, for one fall. Joining us first, from Hershey, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds ... THE REAPER, PENCE WEATHERLIGHT!
The screen in the arena bursts to static as the beginning of "Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drum" by A Perfect Circle begins to play. The lights begins to flicker on an off in the arena as a man emerges on the entrance ramp, the fans begin to cheer as they realize it is none other than Pence Weatherlight. Pence stands on the ramp looking around at all the fans in attendance as the lights continue to flicker on and off as air raid horns begins to play in the background adding more to the beat and rhythm of the music. He begins to march his way down the entrance ramp, slowly, and methodically taking his time as he continues to observe the fans and his opponent in the ring. Pence takes a deep breath as he reaches the steps, pausing again to look at all the fans in attendance before his eyes land on his opponent as he glares at them with intensity.
Pence makes his way up the steps and calmly enters the ring, removing his eyes from his opponent as he walks over to the corner opposite of them, and steps up on to the turnbuckle as he continues to glance around the arena at all the fans who continue to cheer. Pence begins to pop his knuckles as he jumps off the turnbuckle to face his opponent again as he begins to stretch in preparation for the bout he is about to undertake.
Starr: And his opponent, from New Brunswick, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds ... JORDAN... FREAKING... SHARPE!
JFS comes out alone and heads down to the ring, high fiving some fans along the way and slides under the bottom rope.
DING DING DING
An excited, unsettled murmur runs through the crowd as the two men circle one another like hungry dogs fighting for scraps. Both raise their hands, Pence's fingers visibly twitching as Jordan's remain calm and still. Their meeting stares are the same, however; both determined, both eager to begin. It's Pence who moves first, lead fist clenching as he throws out a stiff jab - connecting flush, but missing with the follow-up body shot as a smirking Sharpe bobs and weaves, replying with a solid elbow to the collarbone.
Pence backs up, shaking his head clear, and both men resume circling before going in for a lock-up. Digging in another wily elbow, JFS fights to grab a clinch, but Pence blocks him with a forearm and seizes hold of a wrist, feigning a hammerlock then dropping low to threaten with a fireman's carry. Rising up with a roar of effort, he drives his opponent to the mat with a fierce neckbreaker... and lunges immediately into an early cover.
ONE... NO!
Sharpe all but leaps to his feet, meeting Pence eye-to-eye, the crowd firmly behind him. He thrusts a finger out toward them, prompting a chant of, "YOU AIN'T READY!" Pence is defiant, driving a kick to the midsection and whipping Jordan toward the ropes. A lariat is ducked, and countered with a fallaway slam that garners a small pop. Dazed, Pence gets to his feet only to be immediately whipped into the corner post.
Watson: Jordan Sharpe is showing some much missed swagger here tonight early on in this one.
Sydney: Pence is no slouch, but Jordan is literally a future hall of famer and Pence is fighting to be relevant for the first time in five years. He's on a hell of a run, but right now JFS might be too much for the returning former champion!
Pausing to play to the crowd, Sharpe is a mite slow following his opponent into the corner with his Freakin' Boot; there's a moment where Weatherlight clearly sees it coming... and does not evade. Pushing himself up on his elbows, he eats the running big boot with jaw out and teeth bared. The sound echoes across the arena, and is followed thereafter by a crash as Pence shoves his shocked opponent to the mat. One in the Chamber! He mounts the prone former champ, laying in rough hooks to the midsection and swinging savagely for the face as Jordan does his level best to cover up.
Sharpe finally collapses, and Pence surges to his feet, grabbing the nearby ropes and shaking them furiously, leaning out toward the crowd who have begun to split down the middle; a dueling chant begins, and Pence can't help but smile as he turns away. His opponent has meanwhile scrambled to the other side of the ring, pulling himself up on the ropes, gaze darting around as he hears Pence's name mixed alongside his own.
Weatherlight isn't going to let the moment get away from him. He comes running with a spear that seems about to send both men to ringside; but no! JFS has his arms entangled, and falls momentarily limp where he is, caught in the ropes. Pence's impact has done its damage, and on rising to his feet, wiping at his mouth, he sees his opponent stuck there and pauses. Clearly conflicted, he grabs Jordan by the throat and starts to lean, only to swear loudly and turn away with a parting chop across the chest instead.
The crowd cheers as he steps away, beckoning Sharpe on as the other man pulls his own limbs free and straightens up, rubbing at the red mark across his chest. Smirking a little, Jordan ruefully shakes his head and steps right into the challenge, nailing a European uppercut then dragging Pence in for a big ol' knee to the body. From there it's academic, and the crowd is back with him as he steps around to lock in a tight full nelson. It's--
--The Sharpeknife! Pence is sent face-first into the mat with brutal authority, and Sharpe pauses only to shake out a wrist before he hooks the legs for a cover that seems final.
ONE...
TWO...
NO! Weatherlight kicks out!
Watson: WHAT AN EXCHANGE!!! Both men really bringing their all here tonight!
Sydney: This is what you want to see from these two. Respect, but all out brutality as well! THIS IS PARAMOUNT!
An injured Pence is a man possessed, yelling as he scrambles to his feet, giving a wide-eyed Jordan no time to recover before he's met with a running knee smash! Flush-faced, he hauls the downed man to his feet, keeping him frozen with stiff jabs as he opens up with the Reaper Combo, peppering Sharpe's body with tight, twitching blows. Weaving aside with the last, he comes in with the final shot; a frantic uppercut to the chin, lifting the other man back off his feet. The crowd swings his way again...
And then pops HUGE, as Jordan instantly surges back up, roaring his own defiance as he responds with an enormous lariat. Turn The TIDE! Weatherlight folds clean in half, and Sharpe pounces with a series of low kicks and elbows that drive his opponent flat onto the mat. "I'm the freakin' BEST!" He screams, going for the cover.
ONE...
TW-- NOT ENOUGH!
The resulting kickout is epic; Pence will not stay down, will not be denied, and both men are back on their feet with the same emotion plain upon their faces. Both tiring, they lock up and trade holds, then break apart, evenly-matched at this late stage. The Reaper rallies and shoots for a high knee, but Jordan blocks it and responds with a series of driving elbows to the head, forcing his opponent back. Pence appears to be hurt, and on the defensive, covering himself inadequately as he's driven to the ropes...
...but then he uses them for leverage, pushing off to slam into Sharpe, breaking the assault and buying himself an opening to scoop the other man up. Staggering into the middle of the ring, he has JFS in a torture rack! Pain! Agony! Jordan is desperately squirming in the hold, trying to escape. The crowd is feverish.
Burning Hammer! The Last Will and Testament! Did Pence get all of it, though?! At the last instant, Jordan Sharpe freakin' wriggles free, a knee on the mat as his head makes a less-than-final collision, bouncing away into a seated position as wild-eyed Weatherlight makes his own recovery and turns to meet eyes with his foe. Scrambling to his feet, Sharpe shakes his head and holds up an admonishing finger, beckoning the other man on.
The Reaper cracks his neck, and lunges, diving in to scoop the half-dazed Sharpe back up. He's denied. JFS pushes himself clear, his own eyes wide in their turn, maintaining enough proximity to weave his arms up and under Weatherlight's. Pence struggles manfully but can't stop the inevitable full nelson; the second Sharpeknife!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, JFS! JORDAN... FREAKIN'... SHARPE!
Sharpe releases the cover and slides to his feet, chest heaving, shoulders rising and falling as he catches his breath. Partially glazed eyes survey the fallen, and then there's a flicker of surprise and panic; Pence is getting back up, clearly not in control as he surges toward his victorious opponent, fists clenched, intending to continue the match. Matt Mercer quickly intervenes, holding Pence back, as Jordan taps his chest and tells Weatherlight to sit the hell down.
Watson: Both these men boast a list of accolades, and the skills to match, but it's been perhaps too long away for Pence Weatherlight. Jordan Sharpe stamped his authority on this bout with a great counter that--
Sydney: Come on! Sharpe barely won this, and if the Reaper had thought things through he'd have realized you don't pull the same trick twice. He should take my advice, and maybe next time he'll get it done.
There's a tense moment before Pence falls back onto the mat, reality sinking in, muttering an apology. The crowd recognizes the fighting spirit on display, and ceases their celebration to begin a dueling chant; showing their appreciation for both men as Jordan Sharpe steps forward and offers a hand. Pence takes it, and is pulled to his feet, where they match stares. There's an energy in the air as they part; they know, and the crowd knows, that this encounter will likely happen again.
Watson: Don't go anywhere folks, we still have so much more to come. Up next is the battle of the Double A's as Austin Allen takes on Adriana Aquilla!!
Camera cuts to commercial.
The camera cuts backstage inside The Love Club locker room where we find Bunny Love on FaceTime with Steve Cole, the VP of Creative Development for the CW
Cole: Production is going great, I have seen a lot of the dailies coming from the set and the show looks AMAZING!!! I think we might have a hit on our hands.
Bunny nods
Love: Not to mention The Southern Express: Then, Now and Forever is holding strong on the Best Seller list for the third straight week…
Steve smiles and nods
Cole: They are a money making machine for us at the moment...now we just need them to win back the EWC Tag Team Championships…
Love: We are working on that, they still want to show they are worthy of the match…
Cole: Worthy of the match, they broke every record involving the EWC Tag Team Championships and have a rematch clause for defending those championships what…
Love: 10 times…
Cole: I think all the drug use has damaged their brains…
Bunny smiles
Love: Leave it to me, we all want those championships back and we will challenge Ace and El Pablo at WrestleFest...I can guarantee it…
But before Steve can respond the door flies open and Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane come walking in. The see Bunny is on FaceTime with Steve and they quickly grab the phone
Rose: Steve-O what’s the good word?
Lane: Did you talk Brad Pitt into playing me yet? I want the Brad Pitt from Fight Club, not the soft squishy old Brad Pitt from Moneyball...I want the buff Brad Pitt…
But Steve waves him off
Cole: Jimmy I told you, we hired two Independent Wrestlers who have some experience acting and doing stunt work to play you two and we will all be in New York for the Season Finale of Paramount and the Premiere of The Express on November 24th and I’m sure you two are going to love them...they are making you two look great in this series so far…
Rose: I’m not concerned with any of that, that’s on your end and as long as the checks keep coming you can make me a 7 foot tall Martian…
Steve smile
Cole: Bobby, we are taking this seriously and want to do…
But Bobby freezes his face hoping Steve thinks the connection is freezing
Rose: Steve…..I...I…
Bobby freezes and doesn’t move but Steve rolls his eyes
Cole: I can see Jimmy picking his nose in the background Bobby…
Bobby looks at Jimmy who is knuckle deep in his nostril and shakes his head
Rose: Damn it Jimmy, I’m trying to end this call…
Jimmy shrugs and grabs the phone
Lane: Oh, well just hit this button then...
Steve’s eyes bulge
Cole: WAIT, WE NEED TO…
But the screen goes black and Jimmy tosses the phone back to Bunny who looks annoyed
Love: He wasn’t done…
Rose: We were...Bunny listen we don’t care about any of that, they bought the rights so they can do whatever they want as long as…
Lane: The check keeps cashing…
Rose: What we do care about is tonight’s match against Jason Hunter and Emma Louise, you want us to sign that contract and we want to sign it but we need to beat these two first…
Lane: Ace and Pablo are going to be here next week and we need to be rolling…
Rose: We know you have a personal relationship with Jason…
Love: We are friends…
Lane: But we need you to have our backs out there and if you have to…
Rose: Blast him in the balls if we need you to make the save...can you do that for us?
Bunny exhauls
Love: My loyalty has always been to you two, even when we faced my own family, I had your backs when we faced my Father and his team of Xavier and Samantha and I had your backs when we faced my Mother and her team of Jamie and Lorenzo...and I had your backs again when we had the rematch with my Father, Xavier and Samantha again...Jason is a friend and has helped me out a lot over the last year but my loyalty is and will always be with you two idiots, so...if I have to blast him in the nuts or vag punch Emma to make sure we win then so be it...as long as you two are willing to sign that damn contract after we beat these two I am team Express…
Bobby and Jimmy smiles and ruffle her hair
Rose: That’s what I want to hear…
Lane: We really have been a bad influence on you haven’t we...vag punch...just try and not get your fist stuck…
Rose: Unless you are into that…
Bobby and Jimmy laugh as they high five
Cole: Production is going great, I have seen a lot of the dailies coming from the set and the show looks AMAZING!!! I think we might have a hit on our hands.
Bunny nods
Love: Not to mention The Southern Express: Then, Now and Forever is holding strong on the Best Seller list for the third straight week…
Steve smiles and nods
Cole: They are a money making machine for us at the moment...now we just need them to win back the EWC Tag Team Championships…
Love: We are working on that, they still want to show they are worthy of the match…
Cole: Worthy of the match, they broke every record involving the EWC Tag Team Championships and have a rematch clause for defending those championships what…
Love: 10 times…
Cole: I think all the drug use has damaged their brains…
Bunny smiles
Love: Leave it to me, we all want those championships back and we will challenge Ace and El Pablo at WrestleFest...I can guarantee it…
But before Steve can respond the door flies open and Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane come walking in. The see Bunny is on FaceTime with Steve and they quickly grab the phone
Rose: Steve-O what’s the good word?
Lane: Did you talk Brad Pitt into playing me yet? I want the Brad Pitt from Fight Club, not the soft squishy old Brad Pitt from Moneyball...I want the buff Brad Pitt…
But Steve waves him off
Cole: Jimmy I told you, we hired two Independent Wrestlers who have some experience acting and doing stunt work to play you two and we will all be in New York for the Season Finale of Paramount and the Premiere of The Express on November 24th and I’m sure you two are going to love them...they are making you two look great in this series so far…
Rose: I’m not concerned with any of that, that’s on your end and as long as the checks keep coming you can make me a 7 foot tall Martian…
Steve smile
Cole: Bobby, we are taking this seriously and want to do…
But Bobby freezes his face hoping Steve thinks the connection is freezing
Rose: Steve…..I...I…
Bobby freezes and doesn’t move but Steve rolls his eyes
Cole: I can see Jimmy picking his nose in the background Bobby…
Bobby looks at Jimmy who is knuckle deep in his nostril and shakes his head
Rose: Damn it Jimmy, I’m trying to end this call…
Jimmy shrugs and grabs the phone
Lane: Oh, well just hit this button then...
Steve’s eyes bulge
Cole: WAIT, WE NEED TO…
But the screen goes black and Jimmy tosses the phone back to Bunny who looks annoyed
Love: He wasn’t done…
Rose: We were...Bunny listen we don’t care about any of that, they bought the rights so they can do whatever they want as long as…
Lane: The check keeps cashing…
Rose: What we do care about is tonight’s match against Jason Hunter and Emma Louise, you want us to sign that contract and we want to sign it but we need to beat these two first…
Lane: Ace and Pablo are going to be here next week and we need to be rolling…
Rose: We know you have a personal relationship with Jason…
Love: We are friends…
Lane: But we need you to have our backs out there and if you have to…
Rose: Blast him in the balls if we need you to make the save...can you do that for us?
Bunny exhauls
Love: My loyalty has always been to you two, even when we faced my own family, I had your backs when we faced my Father and his team of Xavier and Samantha and I had your backs when we faced my Mother and her team of Jamie and Lorenzo...and I had your backs again when we had the rematch with my Father, Xavier and Samantha again...Jason is a friend and has helped me out a lot over the last year but my loyalty is and will always be with you two idiots, so...if I have to blast him in the nuts or vag punch Emma to make sure we win then so be it...as long as you two are willing to sign that damn contract after we beat these two I am team Express…
Bobby and Jimmy smiles and ruffle her hair
Rose: That’s what I want to hear…
Lane: We really have been a bad influence on you haven’t we...vag punch...just try and not get your fist stuck…
Rose: Unless you are into that…
Bobby and Jimmy laugh as they high five
SINGLES MATCH
 | VS |  |
| Austin Allen | "Lo Divino" Adriana Aquilla |
We return to ringside where Jesse Lizarraga stands, stretching out his triceps.
Watson: That is a few minutes of our lives we will never get back folks.. Up next though, Austin Allen takes on Adriana Aquilla!
Sydney: TO THE RING WE GO!!!
Starr: The following match is for one fall. Joining us first, from Salt Lake City, Utah, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds ... THE PRINCE PERSONIFIED; AUSTIN! ALLEN!
"Tear Away" by Drowning Pool hits and the lights dim out, with one spotlight shining on the stage throughout the intro. The song kicks in after the word "BREAK!" is heard and the lights start flashing, with Austin Allen walking out into the spotlight. He walks to the ring with his arms spread, still taking in the audience's energy. He climbs the ropes from the outside and laughs while his arms are spread to the crowd. He jumps in the ring, walks a full circle with his arms out and takes off his jacket; handing it to the referee.
Starr: And his opponent, from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds ... "LO DIVINO" ADRIANA AQUILA!
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.
DING DING DING
True to this words, Austin Allen comes out meaning to set the pace in this match, charging across the ring into a running forearm smash and a deep arm drag that sends Lo Divino flying into the center of the ring. She gets to her feet just in time to also eat a superkick from the Prince Personified, who is full of spunk tonight; spreading his arms and laughing boisterously, miming a single tear trickling down his cheek as the crowd expresses their displeasure. Addy is a crowd favorite, that's for sure.
The beginning of a chant stirs on the young woman, who shakes off the stars n' birdies and kips up straight into an energetic dash, meeting the preening Prince with a HUGE dropkick into the corner. He almost bounces straight back again, his head slamming off the turnbuckle, but just catches himself with his arms outflung. Adriana's not leaving it there, however, and runs in to capitalise; delivering a snap suplex out of the corner and then a beautifully acrobatic moonsault onto her grounded opponent.
Watson: Lo Divino putting on a show for the Brazilian crowd here tonight! She got dazed to start, but has clearly taken over now!
Sydney: Austin Allen did what he said he would do though, he set the pace of this match from moment one and made Addy adapt to HIM. That was smart.
First to her feet, Lo Divino starts hyping the crowd, clapping her hands and smiling ear-to-ear as she circles the rising Allen. He takes his sweet-ass time, adjusting his hair and tights in a bid to delay proceedings. Adriana shakes her head and darts in rapidly, putting on the pressure with a roll-up!
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
Allen waits until the last second before kicking out, sliding immediately to his feet to fire back with a much more impactful ripcord lariat and knee combination, taking the wind out of Adriana. Eking out his own, shit-eating grin, the Prince Personified points at his face as he spits vitriolic words at the young luchadora, who scoots backward to pull herself up on the ropes, watching her opponent warily now. After working her way to the midpoint, she comes off the ropes what seems to be a pace too slow; and Allen grins all the wider, driving forward to meet her in mid-air with a slingblade...
Lightning quick, to the shock of the crowd, Adriana inverts herself and catches Allen's head between her ankles, whipping him to the mat with an Huracanrana. Landing on one knee, she hits the ropes once more and nails a Divine Wizard for good measure! She wraps her opponent up with an inside cradle!
ONE...
TW-- NO!
Austin not only escapes the pin, but is able to stack the luchadora up with mounted punches, stunning her and enabling him to haul her upright for a ring-shuddering double underhook suplex. The crowd becomes restless as Adriana seems to ragdoll, and Allen holds on to scoop her up again, this time into a fireman's carry - getting her into place for the 801. Launching her from his shoulders, he nails the knee lift, and Aquilla is stunned!
Watson: That knee hit pay dirt! Austin Allen is firmly in control here.
Sydney: Addy isn't out of this one yet though, she just needs to pivot one more time
Everything is set for the Royal Exile, and the audience hold their breath for an instant before Lo Divino - dizzy, dazed, prey for the taking - explodes into life, moving on pure instinct to escape Austin Allen's grasp. The man's shocked face can be seen for an instant as the determined girl falls backward and inverts once more, catching head 'twixt ankles and sending Allen tumbling. With a fist clenched, she rises to spring off the ropes and springboard into the Mexican Destroyer! The cover is academic.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-- NO!
The Prince Personified frees himself once more, now looking seriously worried as Adriana wipes the sweat from her brow and circles him, ready to lock up. Shaking his head to and fro, fingers twitching impatiently, Allen lets her close in and quickly goes behind, laying it in thick with a Dragon suplex. The ref starts a count but Allen breaks the bridge, and pulls Adriana back to her feet instead, keeping her in place with a tight clinch. "You like to fly, huh?!" He yells into her ear, his expression twisting sadistically, laying in a couple of crunching knee lifts, then whipping Adriana into the corner.
The crowd is making too much noise to hear what he says next, but Allen points to himself again, mouthing two syllables as he stalks forward. No more words are said; he pulls the stunned girl down, and picks her up for a corner powerbomb that sends her sprawling. Pausing to drag her quickly into the center of the ring, he leaps up onto the turnbuckle, postures there a moment, and launches into the Jetpack Splash!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, THE PRINCE PERSONIFIED... AUSTIIIN ALLEN!!
Austin springs to his feet, raising both his arms in victory to a distinctly mixed reaction from the South American crowd. With pride bordering arrogance, he swaggers around the ring, jaw-jacking at some of the fans ringside, and sparing a few words toward his opponent as she nurses her bruised ribs.
Watson: With beautiful technique, Austin Allen has secured his victory, and proven he can fly, perhaps, almost as well as his incredibly athletic opponent. She fought well, and came close, but Lo Divino was outpowered and outmaneuvered here tonight.
Sydney: She sure as hell was, but I think everyone here would pay to see that again. She almost had him.
Picking herself up, Adriana steps into the center of the ring and offers a handshake to her opponent. The crowd applaud this gesture, drawing a smirk from Austin Allen, who approaches with his hands on his hips. He looks left, looks right, and then looks right at the luchadora and slowly, definitively shakes his head. A hand lifts and points down, telling Adriana to kneel before the Prince.
To the surprise of nobody, after a disgusted hesitation, the luchadora shakes her head in return and puts up both hands, stepping back to the ropes to somersault out of the ring and head back up the ramp. Allen remains right where he was, lifting his arms once more to signal his own triumph.
Watson: We have a our big tag team showcase up next folks. You do NOT want to miss it! We'll be right back!
The camera cuts to commercial
As the feed cut the backstage cameras, the scene jumped and jostled, as the cameraman rushed to keep up with Lisa, who was already closing in on the heavy metal doors just as David Miller stormed through. Hood pulled low, the man’s body language spoke volumes as he nearly shouldered the woman aside, paying no heed to her approach.
Goldrush: D … David! David, wait!
Almost blocking him with her body, Lisa forced the man to a stop, prompting his head to rise just enough for his eyes to lock on. Shadowed by the hood, his glare caught the overhead lighting, setting it aflame with emerald fire. He said nothing. Only stared. Visibly unsettled by the look, Lisa retreated back a step, but still kept her place in front of him.
Goldrush: David. It’s me. It’s Lisa. Talk to me. Ever since the fight with Stitches, no one’s seen you. No one’s heard from you. You just dropped off the planet. Are you ok? Are you injured? What’s going through your head right now?
A sound escaped him. Sharp. Scoffing. A chuckle, maybe. The corner of his mouth peeled back in a hollowed smirk.
Miller: You really want to know?
Lisa hesitated, but not for too long.
Goldrush: Of course I do. I’m your-
Miller: Friend?
The cutoff silenced Lisa, catching her off-guard. As did Miller’s next step forward, bringing them nearly nose to nose.
Miller: You sure?
He stared. Unblinking. Eyes hard. Again, the lights caused the dark green hue to illuminate. Shining with …something.
Something not right. Dark. Twisted. Broken.
Lisa broke away. Looked down. Stepped back.
Miller: Guess not.
Shouldering past, Miller stalked down the hallway towards the locker rooms.
Almost to save herself from the discomfort, Lisa glanced to the door, then back to Miller.
Goldrush: Wait … where’s Felicia?
He slowed. Stopped. But didn’t turn. Even from behind, the slow rise and fall of his shoulders made the heavy breathing obvious. His head jerked. The jarring crack was deafening compared to the low, callous tone of his voice.
Miller: Don’t know.
He started walking again. His final words seethed through clenched teeth.
Miller: Don’t fucking care.
Goldrush: D … David! David, wait!
Almost blocking him with her body, Lisa forced the man to a stop, prompting his head to rise just enough for his eyes to lock on. Shadowed by the hood, his glare caught the overhead lighting, setting it aflame with emerald fire. He said nothing. Only stared. Visibly unsettled by the look, Lisa retreated back a step, but still kept her place in front of him.
Goldrush: David. It’s me. It’s Lisa. Talk to me. Ever since the fight with Stitches, no one’s seen you. No one’s heard from you. You just dropped off the planet. Are you ok? Are you injured? What’s going through your head right now?
A sound escaped him. Sharp. Scoffing. A chuckle, maybe. The corner of his mouth peeled back in a hollowed smirk.
Miller: You really want to know?
Lisa hesitated, but not for too long.
Goldrush: Of course I do. I’m your-
Miller: Friend?
The cutoff silenced Lisa, catching her off-guard. As did Miller’s next step forward, bringing them nearly nose to nose.
Miller: You sure?
He stared. Unblinking. Eyes hard. Again, the lights caused the dark green hue to illuminate. Shining with …something.
Something not right. Dark. Twisted. Broken.
Lisa broke away. Looked down. Stepped back.
Miller: Guess not.
Shouldering past, Miller stalked down the hallway towards the locker rooms.
Almost to save herself from the discomfort, Lisa glanced to the door, then back to Miller.
Goldrush: Wait … where’s Felicia?
He slowed. Stopped. But didn’t turn. Even from behind, the slow rise and fall of his shoulders made the heavy breathing obvious. His head jerked. The jarring crack was deafening compared to the low, callous tone of his voice.
Miller: Don’t know.
He started walking again. His final words seethed through clenched teeth.
Miller: Don’t fucking care.
TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
  | VS |  |
| Jason Hunter & Emma Louise | The Southern Express |
We return to ringside where Cid and Tim and standing by!
Watson: Woah... That is a much different attitude from the North American champion here tonight. He will be in action a bit later, but we are not there yet! Up Next, The Southern Express, the record breaking, history making -
Sydney: FORMER Tag Team Champions of the World.
Watson: Will continue their self imposed redemption arch as they take on the team of fellow Love Club member Jason Hunter and Emma Louise!
The camera cuts to the ring.
Starr: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from the UK.. She is Ever Beautiful, Very Dangerous... 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.
Starr: And her partner, from San Francisco, California, He is "The Boss... JASON.... HUNTER!!!
"Daechwita" by Agust D (BTS SUGA) 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.
The electric guitar kicks in to 'Stranglehold' by Ted Nugent as the crowd gets to their feet, some of the older females in the crowd start to scream like they did when they were younger as Bunny Love walks out onto the stage and is quickly followed by Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane
Starr: and their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love, From Nashville, Tennessee... They are the Record Break, History Making.... SOUTHERN.. EXPRESS!!!
Bunny leads the way as the pair reach out and high five with the fans as the walk to the ring, Bunny marches up the steps and steps through the ropes as Bobby and Jimmy climb up onto the apron and step through the ropes, take off the titles and hands them to Bunny and head to opposite corners, Jimmy climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and Bobby stands in the corner as both men toss out bandannas to the crowd as Bunny stands in the middle of the ring.
Watson: Can Jason and Emma work together to take down the Express? We are about to find out!
DING DING DING
The match begins with Jimmy Lane and Emma Louise kicking things off with an exchange of holds, the two twisting, turning, countering until Jimmy Lane hits a takedown headlock, but Emma thinks fast, reversing into a headscissor, which Jimmy promptly escapes. Both roll to their feet and charge at each other again. Jimmy goes for a wristlock, Emma reversing with a front flip and short arm clothesline, then promptly tagging in Jason Hunter! Jason stops Jimmy from tagging out with a stomp to the back, then pulls for THE PRINCE STOMP! Jason goes for the pin!
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT AT TWO!!!
Both Jason gathers Jimmy up only to get caught with a sitout jawbreaker! As Jason stumbles away, Jimmy tags in Bobby Rose who comes in like a man on fire, checking Emma off the apron with a wicked running forearm, rebounding off the ropes and catching Jason with a wicked SUPERKICK! His head snaps back and he falls to the canvas. Bobby goes for the cover!
ONE...
TWO...
BROKEN UP!!!
Emma Louise breaks the pin with an axe handle. Jimmy Lane rushes in and Emma dips the shoulder only to eat a kick to the face and a dropkick that sends her rolling out of the ring! Bobby and Jimmy take Jason by both arms, whip him into the ropes and Bobby Catches him in a piledriver hold, faces the rope as Jimmy springs to the top and connects as Bobby Drops with GOOD NIGHT RIO DE JANEIRO!!! Bobby makes the cover as Jimmy takes out Emma!!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: Here are your winners, via pinfall... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS
Watson: Well the Express did it, another victory victory on the road to redemption. Will they finally sign the contract for WrestleFest Cid?
Sydney: I don't know Tim. If it's me, I am not letting them take a title opportunity from me. I am signing the contract right now and punching my ticket to the 4-day event known as WrestleFest.
Watson: Well we shall see what happens, but right now all we know is that Jason Hunter and Emma Louise gave the Express one hell of a fight, but in the end the tag team specialists showed their decades of experience to get the win. DO NOT GO ANYWHERE FOLKS, we still have so much more action to go here tonight!!!
The camera cuts backstage as one of the doors to Jeunesse Arena as ‘The Prodigal Son’ Bunny Love pokes his head in and looks around. He steps through the door and waves Killjoy Ito on to follow him.
Love: I think we are safe Killjoy…
Killjoy looks around and nods in agreement
Love: If I had a time machine I swear I would go back and talk myself out of hiring Bruce Buffer...he’s the worst!!!
But the two men jump as they here the voice Lisa Goldrush
Goldrush: Only YOU would use a time machine to change THAT event…
Both Buddy and Killjoy turn and are relieved to see it’s Lisa and not Bruce, so much so Buddy drops to his knees and hugs Lisa around the waist…
Love: I have never been so happy to hear your voice and not the voice of that egomaniac Bruce Buffer...you haven’t seen him around here have you?
Lisa looks around and shakes her head
Goldrush: No I haven’t, which begs the question...where is he and what have you done with him?
Buddy smiles, letting go of Lisa and with the help of Killjoy gets back to his feet and smiles
Love: We ditched him at the airport…
Killjoy nudges his manager who smiles even bigger which Lisa notices
Goldrush: WHAT DID YOU DO?
Love: FINE, he was being his annoying self, doing all his catch phrases on the plane….‘IT’S TIIIIMMMMMEEEEEEE to take off…’, ‘WE ARE LANNNNDDDINNNGGG!!!!’, ‘Presenting Lunch, a TURKEY SANDWICH WITH A DIET COKE!!!!’ I couldn’t stand it...so…
Buddy smiles now goes ear to ear
Love: I put a zip lock bag of oregano in his carry-on when he wasn’t looking and tipped off the screener that Bruce Buffer was talking with Joe Rogan before he boarded the flight and he might...might have drugs…
Killjoy covers his face trying not to laugh as Lisa’s mouth drops open
Goldrush: You didn’t...
Love: The last thing we saw was him being carried away by Rio local police so...it looks like he’s out of our hair for good and it allows us to focus on WrestleFest and this little match we have…
Goldrush: Yeah, this little match…
Love: As you know we have been over on Rampage scouting our opponents, chatting them up and learning all about them...since they never come here to Paramount but…
Goldrush: Both Ace King and Moxie will be on the Season Finale of Paramount when we close the season out in the historic Madison Square Garden for Paramount #015…
Love: As will we, Killjoy returns to in-ring action, the first time since the Rumble that night on November 24th and we couldn’t be more excited. You see Lisa people might forget it was Killjoy that brought the X-Division Championship to the FSW for the first time and yes, Stitches did bring the Undisputed Championship to Paramount but he’s ran off to Brawl now and let’s be honest...he was never a lifer here in Paramount like Killjoy is, see we want to make Paramount the Brand of Brands and to do that we have to walk into the gates of hell and rip that championship from Rampage’s favorite son Ace King while fighting off Rampage’s Queen and...and...well I guess court jester because Moxie talks all funny and such…
Buddy laugh at his lame joke
Love: People might take shots at us for not competing these last few weeks but there is a method to our madness, yes we have been inside that ring with Ace King but Melody Malone and Moxie are a mystery to us, so we took the time to go to Rampage to make sure we saw them with our own two eyes, first hand so that when the bell rings at WrestleFest we are as prepared as we can be...Killjoy has fought for the Undisputed Championship before and yes he came up short but this time we will make dang sure we are ready, prepared and nothing will come as a surprise to us…
Buddy pauses for a moment, reflecting if you will
Love: We want nothing more than to bring the Undisputed Championship back to Paramount and give the BEST DANG GM IN THE EWC the pride of having EWC’s top champion on his brand...this is our moment to shine, our chance to make history...to add Killjoy’s name to the GREAT'S to have called themselves the EWC Undisputed Champion and end the 2021 season as the one true ACE of the EWC…
Buddy puts his hand on Killjoy’s shoulder
Love: This is his moment Lisa, Killjoy’s moment to become that breakout star in this business and take his place at the head of the EWC...and standing in his way are three members of the Rampage roster...see we have heard all the talk, the way the Green Brand proclaims they are the Best Brand in the EWC, how they are the top dogs but Killjoy Ito has the chance to bring all that down, to rip away the EWC’s top championship and bring that honor of the Top Brand in the Business back here to Paramount, he steps into that match with each and every member of this brand from the GM to the roster members, from you to Ernie that sells beer in section 420 in his thoughts, he fights for ALL of you because Paramount is the greatest place to work for Lisa, we knows it’s the best but he wants to make it official Lisa and the only way to do that is to win the EWC Undisputed Championship and bring it back here to Paramount…
Buddy pats Killjoy
Love: That’s the weight that is on these shoulders, see we were the lone Rumble winner from Paramount, the only one that could manage to get the job done...I know a lot of you PROMISED that you’d win but you didn’t...KILLJOY DID, he make good on that promise after being oh so close last year, he’s the only member of the Paramount Roster that you can count on Lisa, the ALPHA if you will, the man that will bring the Undisputed Championship back to Paramount at WrestleFest…
Buddy smiles
Love: We have seen first hand what Rampage is all about, so at the Season Finale of Paramount, let’s show Ace King and Moxie what WE are all about…
Buddy winks at Lisa as him and Killjoy walk off towards Chris Brock’s office.
Love: I think we are safe Killjoy…
Killjoy looks around and nods in agreement
Love: If I had a time machine I swear I would go back and talk myself out of hiring Bruce Buffer...he’s the worst!!!
But the two men jump as they here the voice Lisa Goldrush
Goldrush: Only YOU would use a time machine to change THAT event…
Both Buddy and Killjoy turn and are relieved to see it’s Lisa and not Bruce, so much so Buddy drops to his knees and hugs Lisa around the waist…
Love: I have never been so happy to hear your voice and not the voice of that egomaniac Bruce Buffer...you haven’t seen him around here have you?
Lisa looks around and shakes her head
Goldrush: No I haven’t, which begs the question...where is he and what have you done with him?
Buddy smiles, letting go of Lisa and with the help of Killjoy gets back to his feet and smiles
Love: We ditched him at the airport…
Killjoy nudges his manager who smiles even bigger which Lisa notices
Goldrush: WHAT DID YOU DO?
Love: FINE, he was being his annoying self, doing all his catch phrases on the plane….‘IT’S TIIIIMMMMMEEEEEEE to take off…’, ‘WE ARE LANNNNDDDINNNGGG!!!!’, ‘Presenting Lunch, a TURKEY SANDWICH WITH A DIET COKE!!!!’ I couldn’t stand it...so…
Buddy smiles now goes ear to ear
Love: I put a zip lock bag of oregano in his carry-on when he wasn’t looking and tipped off the screener that Bruce Buffer was talking with Joe Rogan before he boarded the flight and he might...might have drugs…
Killjoy covers his face trying not to laugh as Lisa’s mouth drops open
Goldrush: You didn’t...
Love: The last thing we saw was him being carried away by Rio local police so...it looks like he’s out of our hair for good and it allows us to focus on WrestleFest and this little match we have…
Goldrush: Yeah, this little match…
Love: As you know we have been over on Rampage scouting our opponents, chatting them up and learning all about them...since they never come here to Paramount but…
Goldrush: Both Ace King and Moxie will be on the Season Finale of Paramount when we close the season out in the historic Madison Square Garden for Paramount #015…
Love: As will we, Killjoy returns to in-ring action, the first time since the Rumble that night on November 24th and we couldn’t be more excited. You see Lisa people might forget it was Killjoy that brought the X-Division Championship to the FSW for the first time and yes, Stitches did bring the Undisputed Championship to Paramount but he’s ran off to Brawl now and let’s be honest...he was never a lifer here in Paramount like Killjoy is, see we want to make Paramount the Brand of Brands and to do that we have to walk into the gates of hell and rip that championship from Rampage’s favorite son Ace King while fighting off Rampage’s Queen and...and...well I guess court jester because Moxie talks all funny and such…
Buddy laugh at his lame joke
Love: People might take shots at us for not competing these last few weeks but there is a method to our madness, yes we have been inside that ring with Ace King but Melody Malone and Moxie are a mystery to us, so we took the time to go to Rampage to make sure we saw them with our own two eyes, first hand so that when the bell rings at WrestleFest we are as prepared as we can be...Killjoy has fought for the Undisputed Championship before and yes he came up short but this time we will make dang sure we are ready, prepared and nothing will come as a surprise to us…
Buddy pauses for a moment, reflecting if you will
Love: We want nothing more than to bring the Undisputed Championship back to Paramount and give the BEST DANG GM IN THE EWC the pride of having EWC’s top champion on his brand...this is our moment to shine, our chance to make history...to add Killjoy’s name to the GREAT'S to have called themselves the EWC Undisputed Champion and end the 2021 season as the one true ACE of the EWC…
Buddy puts his hand on Killjoy’s shoulder
Love: This is his moment Lisa, Killjoy’s moment to become that breakout star in this business and take his place at the head of the EWC...and standing in his way are three members of the Rampage roster...see we have heard all the talk, the way the Green Brand proclaims they are the Best Brand in the EWC, how they are the top dogs but Killjoy Ito has the chance to bring all that down, to rip away the EWC’s top championship and bring that honor of the Top Brand in the Business back here to Paramount, he steps into that match with each and every member of this brand from the GM to the roster members, from you to Ernie that sells beer in section 420 in his thoughts, he fights for ALL of you because Paramount is the greatest place to work for Lisa, we knows it’s the best but he wants to make it official Lisa and the only way to do that is to win the EWC Undisputed Championship and bring it back here to Paramount…
Buddy pats Killjoy
Love: That’s the weight that is on these shoulders, see we were the lone Rumble winner from Paramount, the only one that could manage to get the job done...I know a lot of you PROMISED that you’d win but you didn’t...KILLJOY DID, he make good on that promise after being oh so close last year, he’s the only member of the Paramount Roster that you can count on Lisa, the ALPHA if you will, the man that will bring the Undisputed Championship back to Paramount at WrestleFest…
Buddy smiles
Love: We have seen first hand what Rampage is all about, so at the Season Finale of Paramount, let’s show Ace King and Moxie what WE are all about…
Buddy winks at Lisa as him and Killjoy walk off towards Chris Brock’s office.
SINGLES MATCH
Brawl Vs Paramount
 | VS |  |
| Stitches The Clown | Marcu$ $t. John |
We return to ringside where the tag team showcase just ended. We cut to commentary while the crew finishes its inspections.
Watson: Welcome back, everyone! We just finished watching a hard fought battle between Jason Hunter & Emma Louise taking on The Southern Express, and we heard from the man that will be representing Paramount in the MAIN EVENT of WrestleFest, Rumble winner Killjoy Ito! We’re now heading into another fight that has potential to steal the show. Stitches versus Marcu$ $t. John! Both have been on a roll recently, but who prevails tonight? Let’s find out! Take us away, Starr!
Starr: The following match is for one fall! Joining us first, from The Carnival Of Shattered Dreams, weighing in at 260 pounds ... STITCHES!
'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat in the music drops Stitches appears from behind the curtain. Stitches methodically makes his way down the entrance ramp with no care for the audience. Stitches approaches the nearby steel stairs, climbs up onto the apron and begins walking the edge of the apron like a tight rope before reaching the nearby ring post. Stitches climbs up onto the second rope and throws his arms out wide. Stitches enters the ring and sits down in the corner of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring.
Starr: And coming to the ring at 6'1" and weighing 210 lbs, it's The Young Mogul ... MARCU$ $T. JOHN!
"Fast Lane" blasts through the arena by Bad Meets Evil. A Maybach drives up through the entrance ramp. A chauffeur gets out of the vehicle and opens the back door. Marcu$ $t. John gets out on the entrance stage and money starts falling down from the sky with his face on 100 dollar bills as green laser lights illuminate the arena. As the money shower stops, Marcus walks down the ramp with a confident look on his face.
He stops right before he gets to the ring and listens as he hears mostly boos and a few cheers that he is getting from the crowd. He walks around the ring and high fives people who are cheering and stares a hole in the head of people who boo. He jumps up on the apron and wipes his feet before he enters the ring and poses in the middle of the squared circle as a light shines a hundred dollar bill in the center of the ring with his face on it.
Pyros hits as "Fast Lane" by Bad Meets Evil ends.
DING DING DING
Stitches is the first to make a move. He has to adjust slightly, and grabs onto Marcu$’ shoulders instead of hair to pull him into a Backbreaker on Stitches’ knees. Before The Young Mogul is pulled down onto Stitches’ kneecaps, Marcu$ slams an elbow down against them!
Stitches shoves Marcu$ away as he lets go. The wrestlers then charge one another and lock up in the center of the ring. Even though Stitches has the weight advantage, Marcu$ is standing his ground!
Marcu$ tries to catch Stitches off guard by attempting to do a Leg Sweep. Unfortunately, Stitches seems to have expected that, as he blocks The Young Mogul’s leg with his own. Stitches then pulls Marcu$ forward, slamming his head against his with a huge Headbutt! As Marcu$ falls onto the canvas, Stitches goes for an early cover, but only gets a one count from the referee.
Watson: Wow, these two are VERY evenly matched to start off here. Marcu$ $t. John seems to have an answer for everything that the former Undisputed champion can bring.
Sydney: M$J has been in fire here as of late, it's those new dad reflexes kicking in I think!
Stitches reaches down, grabbing tightly onto Marcu$’ left leg, before moving it into position for a Boston Crab hold. The Young Mogul grimaces as he begins to struggle and tries to reach the ropes. Marcu$ even tries to get his right leg onto the ropes behind him, but it’s to no avail.
Every attempt made by The Young Mogul to escape is met with Stitches tightening his grip on the hold.
Marcu$ quickly feels escaping is out of the question. So … he improvises and slams his boot into Stitches’ sternum! Stitches winces, but still manages to hold onto Marcu$’ leg. He kicks the sternum one more time, then finally thrusts his boot straight into Stitches’ jaw. That forces him to let go, and allows The Young Mogul to scurry away from his opponent, getting some much needed distance as well as himself back to a vertical base.
Watson: $t. John was in some trouble there for a bit, but dare I say that was a... VETERAN move by the Mogul?
Sydney: This is M$J's second year as a pro and his ring awareness right now is off the charts. That is a move that you EXPECT out of a guy like Stitches, but not a second year guy like Marcu$ $t. John. Stitches is still very well in command of this match right now though.
Stitches almost literally smells blood coming from The Young Mogul. He smirks as an idea quickly comes to him. He rushes towards Marcu$, keeping him pinned down onto the canvas as he begins locking in The Carnival Pretzel! Marc$ frantically struggles, especially when his already wounded leg is grabbed again. Marcu$ slams his elbow back, repeatedly ramming it against Stitches’ sternum!
It takes three stiff elbows, but the trick is eventually done and Marcu$ is able to get away. He hastily picks Stitches up, not wanting him to recover too quickly, and puts the clown on his shoulders! Bread and Butter! It lands flush!
Marcu$ quickly hooks the legs!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, MARCU$ $T. JOHN!
Stitches scowls, but leaves the ring nonetheless. Marcu$ raises his hands high up in the air, basking in the spotlight. We cut back to commentary as Marcu$ continues to celebrate.
Watson: What an upset we just witnessed! First, Marcu$ pinned Ace King, and now he’s done it to Stitches?! There may not be any implications with any title, but it’s still quite the feat in itself!
Sydney: I can’t help but feel a bit sorry for whoever faces Stitches next. He’s got to be absolutely livid from eating yet another pin, let alone from someone he had so much confidence in being able to defeat.
Watson: We still have some really great action to come tonight, do NOT go anywhere folks! We will be right back!
Camera cuts to commercial.
SINGLES MATCH
CHAMPION VS CHAMPION
NON-TITLE MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH
 | VS |  |
| El Pablo | David Miller |
We return to ringside where the match between Stitches and Marcu$ $t. John just ended. We cut to commentary while the ring is getting set up for the next fight.
Watson: Welcome back, folks! We just finished watching a brutal match between two ex-champions in the forms of Stitches and Marcu$ $t. John. We’re now moving from witnessing two former champions to two current ones in El Pablo and David Miller, the X-Division and North American Champions respectively. Take us away, Starr!
Starr: The following match is for one fall, and it is a Champion versus Champion match! Joining us first, from Puebla City, Mexico, weighing in at 180 pounds, THE TECHNICOLOR TECNICO ... EL PABLO!
A cry of “VIVA LA RAINBOWLUTION!!!” leads to ‘Party Hard’ by Andrew WK hitting the soundsystem, 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 while both the X-Division and Tag Team Championship belts glisten around his shoulder and waist respectively. He charges down the ramp and slides under the ropes into the ring, then runs up the turnbuckle and holds the title belt high above his head to another pop from the adoring crowd. After offering a final salute, he hops back down to the canvas, handing his belt to the referee and performing a few final stretches as his music fades.
Starr: And his opponent, from Long Beach, California, weighing in at 235 pounds ... DAVID MILLER!
As the aggressive cadence of Damnation Plan's “Judgement Day” rips through the speakers, the lights shift to rapid strobes as David Miller marches out from behind the curtain, head bowed and fists clenched. A sudden twist cracks the bones in his neck as he starts down towards the ring, paying no attention to the mixed reaction of the crowd. Reaching the floor, he climbs the ring steps and ducks between the ropes, silently pacing the inside of the ring while peeling off his jacket. Tossing it aside he moves to his corner and turns, locking his eyes on his opponent as he awaits the bell.
DING DING DING
Miller charges forward towards El Pablo. Interestingly, The Technicolor Tecnico doesn’t make any effort to move or dodge. Only when Miller is inches away does he get ready for … something. We soon see that ‘something’ comes in the form of a Standing Solo Spanish Fly! Miller stumbles back a bit, but manages to keep his balance and thus stay on his feet.
While Miller is busy keeping his feet glued to the floor, El Pablo hurries to the ropes. David looks over in time to see El Pablo jump off, going for an Elbow Drop. The moment he sees Miller aware of what he’s doing, he attempts to shift gears, but it’s too late!
Miller catches him! Then slams him down with a Pendulum Backbreaker!
David goes for a quick cover, but El Pablo gets a shoulder up, then proceeds to roll away.
Watson: David Miller is NOT playing around tonight... All action to start off and that's the way we like it here on Paramount!
Sydney: Pablo won't go down that easily though!
David attempts to sweep El Pablo off his feet with a Russian Leg Sweep, but the Technicolor Tecnico jumps over Miller’s leg like a jump rope. El Pablo turns and runs for the ropes, but Miller refuses to let him easily get what he wants. The North American Champion wraps his arms around El Pablo’s waist and begins to throw him with a Belly to Back Suplex!
While Miller is still in mid-lift and mid-toss, however, El Pablo slams an elbow hard into David’s jaw! It causes Miller to not only lose his balance and fall onto the canvas, but let go of The Technicolor Tecnico.
El Pablo goes back to the ropes, leaping off once again. This time, he lands flush with a Shooting Star Press! He takes his turn to go for a cover, but Miller gets his shoulder up at two.
Watson: WHAT A MOVE! The Shooting Star Press almost gets the win for the X-Division Champion!
Sydney: It will take more than that to take down the North American Champion!
Miller lifts El Pablo up, beginning to get him in position for The Hard Goodbye! BUT WAIT! NO! El Pablo lands his knee hard against Miller’s temple! It takes three stiff landings, but it works! Miller lets go!
While Miller is still reeling, El Pablo counters with Taste The Rainbow! He hooks the legs!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, THE TECHNICOLOR TECNICO ... EL PABLO!
Each champion is given their respective belts back. As soon as Miller gets his, he rolls out of the ring and silently walks up the ramp. El Pablo watches him leave for a few moments before turning and raising his arms up, with the X-Division Championship held firmly in his right hand. We cut to commentary as El Pablo continues his celebration.
Watson: What an upset! You think this has implications included with it?!
Sydney: There’s most certainly a high chance of that happening.
Watson: I guess we will have to wait and see what happ-
As Miller gingerly makes his exit from the ring, EP crawls over to the nearest corner, propping himself up against the turnbuckle as the referee hands him his X-Division and Tag Team Championship belts. As the Technicolour Tecnico attempts to get his breath back, he signals for a microphone, which Isabella Starr duly hands him.
El Pablo: Now that...was a war.
EP pauses, nursing the side of his jaw for a moment as the fans' applause intensifies in respect of the contest they've just seen.
El Pablo: But...all that being said...I know that the real battle's just...just around the corner. I'm sure that Flip...Tanja...Jamie Love...are all watching...and Aiya…mi amiga...I know you're back there…
The crowd pops in anticipation of EP and the Headhuntress finally locking horns after weeks of back-and-forth. EP grins, taking a few more deep breaths in a bid to get his lungs working again.
El Pablo: I hope you all take note of what you just witnessed. I said before this match that I was gonna make amends for Miller choking me out at the start of the season…and I did. I made good on that...just as I've made good against Candy...Killjoy Ito...Stitches...the Southern Express…Everything I said I was gonna do this season, I've done...and now there's just one more hurdle to overcome...one more accomplishment that's been absent from the X-Division for well over a year now: a successful championship defence.
The crowd gives another cheer as EP hauls himself to his feet. He stumbles to the centre of the ring, eyes turning to focus on the X-Division Championship belt as he holds his Tag Title belt down by his side.
El Pablo: I know you've all been waiting for this opportunity...but like I said back in Germany, I've had to wait too…over a thousand days...to get my hands on championship gold again...and I have no intention of letting it go without one hell of a fight. We all know that, in the X-Division, it's 'all or nothing'...well, Flip, Tanja, Jamie, Aiya...if you wanna take all of this away from me? You're gonna have to beat me down until there's literally nothing left.
Viva La Rainbowlution...Viva the X-Division Champion.
EP thrusts the X-Division belt into the air above his head as "Party Hard" returns to the sound system. As the crowd rises to salute him once more, EP fires a final, defiant stare down the camera lens before rolling out of the ring, holding both belts now above his head as he backs up the ramp and the ring crew begins their preparations for the main event.
SINGLES MATCH
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| "La Belicista" Isabella | Mercenary |
We return to ringside for our Main Event where Tim and Cid are standing by.
Watson: Welcome back to Paramount Wrestling from Rio! It is time for the last fight of the night! We have already seen so much happen here on Paramount, but the action is not done yet! La Belicista herself, the Warmonger, goes one on one with The EWC Outlaw… the Mercenary!
Sydney: I personally can’t wait for this one. This is going to be a hard hitting slugfest despite Isabella giving up 10 inches of height and 200 pounds of weight advantage to the big man Merc.
Watson: I agree Cid. Isabella is one tough person, she can hold her own no matter what and Mercenary has been on a redemption tour all season long it seems. Can he close the deal tonight and get a big win? Will La Balicista further cement her legacy as a staple of Paramount? We’re going to find out right NOW!
The camera cuts to the ring where Isabella Starr is standing by.
Starr: The following contest is your Paramount Wrestling MAIN event of the evening!!!
The crowd cheers.
Starr: This is a singles match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first!
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.
Starr: From Tijuana, Mexico weighing in at on hundred and sixty-four pounds. She is “LA BELICISTA”.... ISABELLA!!!
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 uppermost 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 to wait against the turnbuckle whilst waiting for her opponent to arrive.
Starr: And her opponent…
Dropkick Murphys The Gauntlet blasts over the PA. A flashing red strobe lights the stage as the rest of the room goes dark.
Starr: Hailing from West Oakland, California. He is the EWC Outlaw.. He is:
The Mercenary
Mercenary swaggers out onto the stage with his face hidden behind a hard tactical mask painted to look like The Punisher's iconic skull logo. His eyes inside the mask scan the crowd. He crosses both arms, gloved fists clenched, across his chest and under his chin. The pose resembles a skull and crossbones. To either side of him the stage explodes in motes of red and orange flame. 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 crossed again across his chest to glower in his opponent's direction and wait for the bell to give him the sign to come out swinging.
Watson: And here...We...GO!!!!!!
DING DING DING
Mercenary and Isabella both come to the center of the ring and it’s Mercenary who extends his arm, fistbumping the reciprocating Isabella as they both show respect to start off. Merc nods and they begin to circle each other. Isabella knows better than to try and lock up with the mammoth man that is Mercenary. The circle again before Isabella throws a few kicks to the knees of the big man, but only one or two land and not very hard. Merc shrugs them off as he looks for his opening, but after peppering those leg strikes in Isabella quickly pivots and… SNAFU!!!!! The Black Mass kick lands right on the chin of Mercenary and he stumbles backward into the turnbuckle! Isabella is quick to follow up by closing the gap and nailing a big boot that lands directly on into the chest of the EWC Outlaw! The crowd is on their feet as Merc falls to one knee in the corner. La Belicista quickly gets behind her opponent and goes to lock in GOFO, the Kirifuda clutch submission, but Merc waives it off by flipping Isabella over his head and onto the mat!
Watson: Isabella caught the big man off guard with that kick, but Merc is shaking the cobwebs loose and was able to escape an early exit!
Sydney: This main event is just getting started and already it's full of action!
Isabella is just now getting to a sitting position and Mercenary wastes no time, getting in behind her and wrapping his giant arms around her head, locking in the full nelson. He whips the Warmonger around once, twice, then slams her to the mat with a sickening thud. Mercenary shoots the half and goes for the cover.
ONE....
TWO…
Thr--NO! Isabella musters all of her strength to power out at two and a half! Merc quickly grabs her by the head and gets her to a standing position before whipping Isabella into the ropes, on the rebound he grabs her under the arms, looking for the black hole spinning scoop slam, but Isabella is able to free an arm, wrap it around his head and land a tornado DDT out of nowhere!
La Belicista sits up for a moment before she falls right back down to the mat, the physical power it is taking to keep Mercenary at bay already taking its toll on her. She is able to drape and arm over the big man, and she then quickly turns to put her weight over her opponent for the cover.
ONE...
TWO…
Kickout!
Mercenary kickout with all of his power, sending Isabella across the ring! Merc takes a moment to catch his breath before he sits up, looking directly over to where Isabella is to one knee already. He smiles and shakes his head, as if to acknowledge that this fight is much more even than maybe he thought it would be. He nods in respect before he gets to his feet, but Isabella is waiting in the wings, charging at Mercenary with a spear, but the best that she can manage is to push Merc back into the corner again. She backs up when referee Matt Mercer calls for a break. She quickly throws all of her weight back at the big man, driving her shoulder into his midsection. She reverses course and drives the shoulder in again, and then again, and then a fourth time for good measure, which has the big man doubled over. The Warmonger grabs and arm from the outlaw and uses all of her weight and momentum to flip him over, trying to hyper extend the arm and lock in an arm lock but Mercenary is able to use his weight to his advantage and roll through and back to his feet. He quickly pivots to face his opponent who is trying to charge in, but he is able to stop her in her tracks with an even flow DDT! The crowd collectively goes “OHHHH” at the impact of Isabella’s head onto the mat.
Watson: My God! Neither of these two are taking it easy on the other. This may not be an X-Division match, but the brutality here is off the charts nonetheless!
Sydney: This is what it is all about, Tim! People questioned why this match was made the main event, but they both knew what Chris Brock saw when he booked this. He saw two fighters who have had a few run ins this season, but never one on one. Two fighters that are both looking to put a giant exclamation point on their season as we head into WrestleFest next month. This is about making a statement and putting the entire EWC roster on notice. We are far from done here in this match.
Mercenary gets to his feet and lifts Isabella up and into the powerbomb position, but she is able to propel herself over the head of Mercenary and on the way down, twist her body to get into position and deliver a lumbar check SUSFU!! The crowd can’t believe what they just witnessed. Isabella with the cover now.
ONE…
TWO..
TH- kickout!
Isabella shows a rare moment of frustration as she was certain she had this match won, but it continues. La Belicista to her feet now and throwing absolute bombs of elbow strikes directly into the chin of Mercenary who is still on one knee. Merc reels back, then comes back with an elbow of his own. Isabella stumbles back but steadies herself and throws every bit of strength and weight she has into another elbow that lands right on the chin of her opponent. This sends the big man backwards and almost onto his back, but he is able to steady himself at the last moment and get back to his upright, kneeling position. He cuts off any chance of offense from his opponent by using both hands to lift her up as he stands straight up and then slams her down in a Lou Thez style press before he reigns down hammer strikes onto the Warmonger! She gets her arms up to black as much of the punishment as she can, but Mercenary is inflicting an absolute storm of damage! Referee Matt Mercer is staying close to the action here as he wants to make sure that no rules are broken!
Watson: This could be it right here folks. We talk all the time about how tough Isabella is. She is a former Marine and all, but at a certain point the weight and height difference gets to be just too much to handle here.
Sydney: I have to agree, Tim. She had a brilliant strategy here, but this is all but done now.
Back in the ring, the punishment continues as the fists just keep coming. Isabella is moving from left to right, looking for an opportunity to end the barrage. After another 10 seconds or so, she is able to slip free out of the mount and roll away from Mercenary. She immediately rolls to the outside, looking to catch a breath and regroup. Her head is already showing sings of swelling from the onslaught of damage it took. Inside the ring, Mercenary is not letting Isabella out of his sight, seemingly stalking his prey. Isabella begins to walk down the side of the ring, but Mercenary tracks her movement without skipping a beat.
After a few more seconds, Isabella accepts the inevitable and slides back into the ring, looking to pop up to her feet before Mercenary can react, but Merc is smart and bides his time, waiting for the exact moment for La Belicista to get to her feet before Mercenary delivers a spinning elbow strike! Isabella crumbles to the mat just as soon as she got back up! Mercenary quickly goes for the cover.
ONE…
TWO..
THRE- NO! Isabella gets her foot on the rope at the ABSOLUTE last second! Mercenary moves off of her, a look of frustration coming over his face. He gets to a knee and starts to grab Isabella to bring her to her feet as well, but Isabella pops up, throwing some much harder kicks to the midsection of the Outlaw, the impact can be heard all the way to the nosebleeds of the arena. After five to six of these kicks, Isabella takes a step back and measures her opponent… FUGAZI! NO! The Buzzsaw kick does not connect as Mercenary grabs the leg of Isabella, spinning her around and popping up to his feet just in time to land an atomic drop that has her reeling, but Mercenary is not done. He locks his arms around hers, DECIMATOR ATOMIC BOMB! Both fighters hit the mat with such force that the entire ring shakes. Mercenary can’t get his wits about him instantly, but after a few seconds is able to drape an arm over Isabella for the cover.
ONE…
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: Here is your winner, via pinfall….. MERCENARY!!!
Sydney: Jesus Christo! What a match! These two never pulled a single punch throughout this entire match. It was as hard hitting as anything else I have ever witnessed. Kudos to both fighters here tonight… Mercenary found the opportunity he needed to get the victory here tonight, but neither one of them lost here tonight. They both won the respect of the fans here and the rest of that locker room.
Watson: I have to agree there Cid. What an absolutely classic we just watched between Mercenary and Isabella!
Inside the ring, both fighters are back to their feet and Mercenary stares down The Warmonger. They both stare, neither flinching before Mercenary slowly extends his hand to Isabella. She is hesitant at first, but eventually she extends her hand and the two shake, showing their respect for each other. Merc turns toward the crowd as he leans over the top rope, the exhaustion evident on his face. Raking the sweat out of his eyes Mercenary waves to the ring attendant and asks for a mic. He was still breathing hard when he started to say he piece.
Mercenary: First thing, I wanna say is: ISABELLA, when I came into this match tonight I had all the respect in the world for you and after the fight we just had I think it's safe to say that I'll be leaving with even more respect than I had coming in. In your promo for this match you said that you had to find a way to bring me down to your height, but I want you to listen to me when I say that you don't need to level up to anybody. You stand just as tall as anyone else on this roster or in this entire damn company and I would be proud to call you a friend. And if you ever do find yourself in need of an ally to watch your back I hope I'm one of the first names on that list because it would be an honor to to go to war with you.
The crowd cheers and respectfully applauds that sentiment. The camera cuts to Isabella, who is on the floor, looking on. She nods her head.
Mercenary: I don't think anybody would argue with me when I say that Season 22 has been one long damn year for me. From the highs of winning The Cage of Destiny and beating a legit legend like El Pablo to the lows of getting my ass kicked by my own stablemates and losing yet another title shot to that walking weapon and first ballot Hall of Famer David Miller. Hell, after Wes Walker and I lost to Malice and Mayhem at Uprising I wasn't even sure that I would still be around for the season finale, but here we are, just one show away from the last show before Wrestlefest. And how will it end? How will we go out? What will we leave you with for that last blast of 2021?
Merc lowered the microphone and rubbed his hand through his short and sweaty hair. He put his head back and took a deep breath, sliding on a pair of dark sunglasses, before staring with cool confidence into the steady cam with a look that almost pierced the veil of the forth wall between the live crowd and the people watching at home.
Mercenary: At this point I would never have the audacity to ever compare myself to the great Ace King, but I have at times been known to be a gambler, so I'm laying all my cards out on the table and hoping like hell that I'm the guy in the game with the high hand. In my promo before our match I told Isabella that I never ask for anything that I haven't earned, but right now I'm going to do just that. Because I want to leave this season better than I walked into it. I want to go out with a bang and after all the losing that I've done this year I figure What the Hell. What else do I have to lose? What's the worst that could happen? So here it is:
JAMES KEATON. I'm callin' ya out son! On the season finale of Paramount in New York City. You told Nina Samson that there is nobody that would take you on that didn't have to. You said that you're not a man that anyone would face without something at stake and brotha maybe you're right about that, because for me EVERYTHING is at stake. I need one more chance, one last shot at redemption. I NEED to beat you for that belt. I need it so badly that I'm willing to make this promise in front of the fans, the roster, and whatever gods there are that still give a damn if I live or die. The promise is this: If I don't walk out of Paramount 15 with the CW Broadcast belt then that will be the last time I walk out of Paramount until I've earned the right to have a spot on this roster.
That's right Jimmy. I'm jumpin' the queue. Just like you did when you were handed that belt in the middle of the ring. Because I may not have beaten David Miller for that title, but neither did YOU. So I leave it up to you Keaton and I leave it up to Chris Brock and the powers that be. November 24th. The Big Apple. Madison Square Garden! Your belt against my spot on the roster. I'm staking my claim towards something better. So I'm askin'- Since I'm clearly living in some kind of crazy fantasy world where I finally win a title.- Do you have the guts to try to knock me back into reality? Come on and try it, because I'm all in and it'd be a Wicked shame if you chose not to accept my bet.
Mercenary dropped the microphone with a *pop and pointed to the camera as the fans erupted at the possibility of this confrontation. Mouthing the words New York City Mercenary cut his throat with his thumb and pointed to his waist at the spot where he hoped that a championship would one day ride. Before he can move out of the ring, "Remember the Name" by Fort Minor begins to play as the crowd pops! The GM of Paramount is coming out of the entrance way with a microphone in hand!
Brock: Merc, Merc Merc... Hold on.
The crowds pops hard.
Brock: I heard you man, and I have to say... I one hundred percent agree with you... Not the part about not belonging on this roster, because you absolutely do and anyone that thinks different is just wrong. But the part about challenging for the CW Broadcast championship. You never got a shot at Miller when he was CW Broadcast champion, but that wasn't your fault. Your former running buddies Damage, Inc were busy turning your face into pepperoni for most of the first part of the season. It's not quite December yet, but you can call me Santa Brock! So here is what I am going to do. After this victory tonight, you have earned yourself a CW Broadcast championship match.
The crowd cheers loudly for this.
Brock: NEW YORK CITY. MADISON SQUARE GARDEN. IN THE MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING on the Twenty-Fourth of November, It will be Mercenary against James Keaton with the CW Broadcast Championship on the line! That is how we will close out the inaugural season of Paramount Wrestling. See you there big man.
Mercenary nods, acknowledging the statement of the General Manager as a short Smirk crosses his face. His entrance theme kicks back in as he dumps himself over the top rope and onto the floor and the walk back up the ramp begins.
Watson: There you have it folks! Chris Brock has made it official! James Keaton... Mercenary... For the CW Broadcast Championship live from MADISON SQUARE GARDEN at Paramount 15! I can't wait!
Sydney: I 100% cannot wait for this one. These two are going to beat the ever loving hell out of each other and it will be glorious!
Mercenary is walking backward up the ramp, taking in the rare show of adoration from the fans. He makes it to the ramp and takes it all in as the camera pans around behind him. Merc is not alone on the ramp. The continued pan of the camera reveals that "The Wicked" James Keaton is standing behind the EWC Outlaw. Mercenary backs up into him and stops in his tracks. He turns around to look into the face of the CW Broadcast champion. Keaton just stares at the bigger man for a moment before he takes the CW Broadcast championship off of his waist and slowly raises it into the air.
Watson: FOLKS, WE ARE COMPLETELY OUT OF TIME! Thank you for tuning in and we will see you in two weeks in New York City!!!!
The camera fades to black on the image of Mercenary and James Keaton staring each other down as the crowd cheers.
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
TheSouthernExpress
Marcu$ $t. John
NEVAEH & PARAMOUNT
TheSouthernExpress
David Miller
Ibuki Ito
EPFTW!
MERCENARY
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Calamity Nguyen
MATCH TWO
WRITER: Ace King
MATCH THREE
WRITER: Calamity Nguyen
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Calamity Nguyen
MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Melinda Rhodes
MATCH SIX
WRITER: Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
MATCH SEVEN
WRITER: Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
MATCH EIGHT/ MAIN EVENT
WRITER: PARAMOUNT
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH/ X-DIVISION RULES
"Headhunters" Aiya Vs Bathsheba
WINNER: Aiya
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SINGLES MATCH / CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Nina Samson Vs James Keaton
WINNER: And STILL CW Broadcast Champion: James Keaton
...
SINGLES MATCH
Pence Weatherlight Vs Jordan Freakin' Sharpe
WINNER: Jordan Sharpe
...
SINGLES MATCH
Austin Allen Vs Adriana Aquilla
WINNER: Austin Allen
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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
Jason Hunter & Emma Louise Vs The Southern Express
WINNERS: The Southern Express
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SINGLES MATCH
Stitches Vs Marcu$ $t. John
WINNER: Marcu$ $t. John
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SINGLES MATCH/ NON-TITLE MATCH
El Pablo Vs David Miller (N/S)
WINNER: El Pablo
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SINGLES MATCH
Isabella Vs Mercenary
WINNER: Mercenary
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: TheSouthernExpress
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Pence Weatherlight Vs JFS
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