Post by PARAMOUNT on Feb 16, 2022 20:04:23 GMT -6
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents
“Superstar” by For Squirrels begins to blast over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
The fans packing the Cow Palace tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Daly City knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show on Wednesday night is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy riffs from 'Superstar' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.
** The Road to StrangleMania is paved in ORANGE **
EPISODE #16
EPISODE #16
February 16TH, 2022
LIVE! from the Cow Palace - Daly City, CaliforniaWARNING: 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 Cow Palace!
Then a cut to another, equally explosive show on the inside!
Then a cut to another, equally explosive show on the inside!
The fans packing the Cow Palace tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Daly City knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show on Wednesday night is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy riffs from 'Superstar' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.
IT'S ALL I WANT, IT'S ALL I NEED
IT'S ALL I SEE, IT'S ALL I BREATHE
IT'S WHAT I AM, IT'S WHAT'S I KNOW
IT'S WHAT I FEEL, IT'S WHAT I BLEED!
IT'S ALL I SEE, IT'S ALL I BREATHE
IT'S WHAT I AM, IT'S WHAT'S I KNOW
IT'S WHAT I FEEL, IT'S WHAT I BLEED!
On the X-Tron, this episode of Paramount Wrestling begins with its opening video montage detailing many of the historic events that have taken place in the five-year history of Future Stars of Wrestling, setting the tone for the history of the Orange brand. From past champions like Jason Hunter, Dixie Dubois, Amis Shelton, Magdalena Lockheart, and Otaki all standing underneath an old FSW logo to the more current Future Stars Champions like Xavier Reid, Cletus Franklin, Robina Hood, Robbie Rayder, Stitches, Candy, and Wes Walker tearing down that mold, showing the Paramount Wrestling Logo...
As more pyro goes off the the Paramount Wrestling logo appears and flashes of the roster appear on the screen such as Robbie Rayder, Marcu$ $t. John, Asriel Buzzard, Adriana Aquilla, Nevaeh, Faith Rivers, Isabella, Bathsheba, The Halo Syndicate, Yung Chedda, Shaker Jones, and lastly Remarkable Mark Keaton. Then, the camera cuts to a series of shots of the Paramount Wrestling champions; James Keaton stands tall, the CW Broadcast Championship over his shoulder, Jordan Freakin' Sharpe pounds his fists and prepares to fight, the EWC North American Championship around his waist, El Pablo is shown swimming in skittles, the EWC X-Division championship diagonally across his chest, the Southern Express with Bunny Love holding both EWC World Tag Teach Championship belts is shown next before finally settling on an image from the end of WrestleFest XIX, Killjoy Ito standing alone in the ring, his arms outstretched, the EWC Undisputed Championship proudly around his waist..
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 [ENTER ARENA] with them here tonight. The Paramount Wrestling fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:
"THE QUEEN HAS RETURNED"
"ORANGE IS THE NEW GOLD"
"2022 IS THE YEAR OF THE LOVE CLUB!!"
"I'M HERE TO SEE EWC'S ACE: KILLJOY ITO!"
"LONG LIVE THE QUEEN"
"PAR-A-MOUNT!!!"
"PARA-A-MOUNT!!!"
"PARA-A-MOUNT!!!"
"PAR-A-MOUNT!!!"
"PARA-A-MOUNT!!!"
"PARA-A-MOUNT!!!"
"PAR-A-MOUNT!!!"
The lights come back to full and the fans offer one last rousing cheer at the opening festivities. Tonight's announcers are on standby and ready for the show to begin.
Watson: GOOD EVENING FROM SUNNY DALY CITY! Season 23 has taken forever to get here, but tonight is FINALLY the night! It is time for the season premiere of Paramount Wrestling! I am Tim Watson, and with me as always is Cid Sydney. Cid, how the hell are you sir?!
Sydney: It's been three LONG years Tim. Three years since we have been graced with the presence of EWCs Queen, Melody Malone, in an Orange brand building. She left as a former FSW champion and is returning a former FSW, Undisputed, Unites States and TWO TIME Tag Team Champion. It will be a glorious moment when we get to call her match against X-Division champion El Pablo this evening!
Cid gets up out of his chair and salutes the camera.
Watson: Sit your ass down Cid! For Christ sake, this is a television show!... Anyway folks, yes, the talk of this week has been the return of Melody Malone, but let's not forget that the talk of the ENTIRE off season has been about Paramount Wrestling! WrestleFest left Paramount hold ALL of the Gold in EWC. We have the North American Championship and the CW Broadcast championship of course, but there is also the aforementioned X-Division championship still around the waist of El Pablo, the EWC World Tag Team Champions are The Southern Express once again and Killjoy Ito, the once young lion who came to FSW a former TV and Indy champion is now EWC Undisputed champion! Killjoy will be in action tonight as well as he takes on former Tag Partner and Brawl superstar Gabrielle Visconty!
Sydney: There will also be another challenger going against the CW Broadcast champion James Keaton as Shaker Jones makes his Paramount debut! and then another challenger gets crowned when Bathsheba, Mark Keaton, Adriana Aquilla and Faith Rivers all battle it out to see who will challenge for the CW title at Paramount 17!
Watson: We have some X-Division interbreed insanity as Jason Rayne, now of BRAWL, and Amber Lisa Hall, from Prime, go at it and then we find out who will fight El Pablo at StrangleMania when Delilah Ashe takes on Darius in another X-Division match! and then the big main event. Jordan Sharpe is the North American champion... He needs a challenger for StrangleMania and it will be either Isabella or Marcu$ $t. John as they do battle for the right to fight Sharpe on the JFS retirement tour!
‘Deeper Deeper’ plays out inside the Cow Palace as the Paramount fans come to their feet as Orange and White confetti fall from the ceiling. ‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the stage with a giant smile on his face as Killjoy Ito follows him out onto the stage, the Undisputed Championship over his shoulder.
Watson: Well look at this, for the second year in a row the Undisputed Champion opens the season here on Paramount!!!
Sydney: Yeah, well let’s hope it can stay here on Paramount a little longer than last season.
Watson: At WrestleFest Killjoy Ito defied the odds and overcame the former US Champion Melody Malone, Rampage’s newest sensation Moxie and maybe the GREATEST champion the EWC has ever seen in Ace King to capture the Undisputed Championship and fulfill his destiny as ‘The Ace of the EWC’...
Sydney: Yeah, I wonder how many people broke a call off to Tommy Love and apologized to him for calling him ‘crazy old kook’ all those years ago when he told us this would happen…I’m talking to you directly Cyrus Black…#FreeKillJoy
Watson: He is the man that everyone is chasing at the moment and we are honored to call him ours!!!
Buddy and Killjoy head to the ring as the Paramount fans give them a standing ovation as the pair reach ringside and climb into the ring. Buddy walks to the side of the ropes where he’s handed a microphone by Isabella Starr and walks back to the center of the ring to join Killjoy. Buddy holds the microphone to his mouth, his smiling still ear to ear
Love: Well…well…well…what can I say, WE DID IT!!! WE DID IT!!! I TOLD YOU WE’D DO IT AND WE DID IT!!!
Buddy jumps up and down in celebration as Killjoy stands there, stoic but gives into the moment and cracks a small smile as Buddy grabs him by the shirt and gives him a little shake
Love: I knew you could do it buddy, I knew you had it in you…when everyone else said that the moment would be too big for you I knew you had what it took to beat The King, The Queen and The Jester…
Buddy tucks the microphone under his arm and claps for his client before grabbing the microphone again
Love: Moxie wanted everyone to think he was ready for the moment but he was just trying to convince himself of that. How could he be ready for the Main Event of WrestleFest when he hadn’t accomplished anything to that point? Ace King tossed him into Lake Erie on the eve of WrestleFest and that basically cooled the kid off…
Buddy laughs to himself as he look out at the crowd
Love: As for the Queen Melody Malone, she once again played second fiddle at WrestleFest, coming up short in not ONE but TWO championship matches. She was so sure that Killjoy would fall, she even taunted him leading up the match, trying to get inside this man’s head to get him off his game but it didn’t work, did it Melody!!! Killjoy showed his time was now while you continue to try and show your worth here in the EWC. Let me ask you something QUEEN, do you really think it’s going to impress us that you are running from show to show to kick off the season? Do you think it’s going to make you a contender for this…
Buddy slaps the EWC Undisputed Championship
Love: What, do you think you get ‘next’ just because you are out there killing yourself…no sorry hun, you had your chance and you came up short, like you always do. See you were so desperate to show you had what it took to eclipse Ace King that you never thought for a second that Killjoy was the real threat in this match…and it bit you.
Buddy shakes his head and laughs
Love: Because the truth is Melody Malone will never be the star Ace King is, she will always be the QUEEN to his KING…the SECOND most important person on Rampage…well THIRD now that Samantha is US Champion…gosh, you seem to be the one ‘falling’ these days Melody…
Buddy smirks
Love: And then there’s THE KING, Ace King…we meant what we said at Rampage, we wish you the best in your lead up to StrangleMania…we aren’t rooting against you or hoping you suffer some hit to your moral in these next few weeks. We want you coming in at the top of your game because as Undisputed Champion we aren’t looking for any easy way outs. We want to build on what you did for this championship Ace, we want to step into that ring at StrangleMania and let the best man win…we mean that…
Buddy looks at Killjoy who nods
Love: You had an impressive win over Samantha Hamilton at Rampage #495 and I’d hope you’d be rooting for us here tonight as Killjoy Ito kicks off his season against the lovely and pure of heart Gabrielle Visconty!!!
The camera cuts to Killjoy who rolls his eyes and shifts the championship onto his other shoulder
Love: Hi Gabrielle…
Buddy waves into the camera and smiles
Love: Now you were pretty harsh about us in your promo this week and I know you REALLY didn’t mean all those things, that you were just building up the match, ‘selling it’ as the kids would say. I know you don’t think we just got ‘lucky’ at WrestleFest. I mean Killjoy does hold a few wins over Ace King. I know my father hurt you and it causes you to last out against everyone and everything associated with The Love Club but I am not my father…Killjoy isn’t Xavier…there is no need to be this way towards us. We are not to blame for your time with my father and it isn’t fair that you blame us…we were in the FSW while you two were off living it up in first class on Brawl, how were we to know what was going on?
Buddy shrugs
Love: And it really is a shame that you are facing Killjoy here tonight…tonight when we kick off Paramount with this celebration of the Undisputed Championship returning home to Paramount as we return home to the Cow Palace.
This cheap plug draws cheers from the crowd
Love: And I know you are still sore from the time Killjoy beat you right here for the TV Championship but what was he supposed to do, pay down for you…I mean I would have totally done that for you but Killjoy has the heart of a lion and he wouldn’t do that. You two were wrestling for the same prize and he won, you two should be able to move past that…I mean you were once tag team partners…
Buddy turns and looks at Killjoy
Love: And I know she hurt you by walking out on you but she was on drugs man…look what those people hooked on bath salts did a few years ago, they were eating people’s faces off like zombies… her walking away was WAY better than her trying to eat your face Killjoy…
Buddy smiles but Killjoy shakes his head
Love: All I ask of both of you is to remember, tonight is a celebration…a celebration of you Killjoy, you deserve a hero’s welcome and all the accolades that go with it, you are The Ace of the EWC and I want you to enjoy this moment because you worked so dang hard for it. You have overcome so much and if I haven’t said it enough well, I’m proud of you!!!
Buddy walks over and gives Killjoy a hug
Love: You have become my best friend in the world man and I can’t think of anyone that deserves this moment more than you…so I will put my feelings for Gabrielle aside tonight and be there for you because you were there for me. When Tommy left for Brawl and left you in my care you gave me the chance to shine. When I said I wanted to leave Prime for the FSW you trusted me and signed the contract I negotiated with GM Brock. Through the good times and bad you stood by my side and tonight I once again stand by yours as we kick off the Killjoy Era here in the EWC!!!
Buddy drops the microphone and grabs Killjoy’s arm and together they raise the Undisputed Championship into the air.
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The camera comes back from commercial, but before either announcer can say anything, the arena is overtaken by the sounds of strings.
The hard hitting beat of Fort Minor's "Remember the Name" begins to blare as the crowd in Daly City jumps to their feet and cheers!
Starr: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome at this time the General Manager of Paramount Wrestling... CHRIS BROCK!!!
Brock comes walking out of the curtain, a giant smile on his face as he takes in the reaction from the fans. He briskly walks down the aisle, greeting the fans as he does. He quickly climbs the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron before entering the ring and being handed the microphone from Isabella Starr. Brock tries to speak, but the crowd is roaring too loud for him to even be heard. Another ten seconds go by before the noise quiets down.
Brock: GOD I LOVE THIS CROWD!
The audience pops for the obvious pandering Brock is doing.
Brock: Thank you Daly City. Seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. You all have kept us as your home even though we don't come around as often, but that's ok. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, am I right? But that's not what I am here to talk about tonight. Tonight, I want to talk about the state of Paramount wrestling. And I am pleased to report that Paramount is GOOD!!!
The crowd cheers again.
ARE YOU READY?! LET'S GO Y'ALL!
The hard hitting beat of Fort Minor's "Remember the Name" begins to blare as the crowd in Daly City jumps to their feet and cheers!
Starr: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome at this time the General Manager of Paramount Wrestling... CHRIS BROCK!!!
Brock comes walking out of the curtain, a giant smile on his face as he takes in the reaction from the fans. He briskly walks down the aisle, greeting the fans as he does. He quickly climbs the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron before entering the ring and being handed the microphone from Isabella Starr. Brock tries to speak, but the crowd is roaring too loud for him to even be heard. Another ten seconds go by before the noise quiets down.
Brock: GOD I LOVE THIS CROWD!
The audience pops for the obvious pandering Brock is doing.
Brock: Thank you Daly City. Seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. You all have kept us as your home even though we don't come around as often, but that's ok. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, am I right? But that's not what I am here to talk about tonight. Tonight, I want to talk about the state of Paramount wrestling. And I am pleased to report that Paramount is GOOD!!!
The crowd cheers again.
Brock: We are starting the year off with literally EVERY Championship that can be had, and as you heard earlier from Killjoy and Buddy, that includes the EWC Undisputed Championship! The path to the big time goes directly through Paramount this season and you can tell that not only by the special guests that are her win town for our season premiere, but also for the new signees to Paramount this season. We have "Remarkable" Mark Keaton from Prime!
The crowd doesn't cheer at Keatons name, but they don't outright boo him either.
Brock:We also have from Prime the celebrated veteran and former two time Showtime champion, Faith Rivers!
The crowd cheers as the Faithful army is in full force tonight.
Brock: And we even have some folks from Rampage! Shaker Jones is about to get his first shot at gold as a member of the Orange Brand when he takes on "The Wicked" James Keaton, and we also have -
All of a sudden Chris Brock’s microphone cuts out and he looks frustrated as the crowd can’t hear what he’s saying. The first few notes of a piece of orchestral music start to play around the arena, with the harps giving way to violins after a few seconds and an image appearing on the screen as the house lights lower.
As the guitars of ‘Animals’ by Architects begins to pound around the arena, strobe lights flash as the image on the screen fades to flashing images of a familiar face.
Slowly, Asriel Buzzard emerges from the curtain and stands atop the stage staring out into the Paramount crowd for the first time.
Chris Brock’s confusion has made way for a smile as Asriel Buzzard slowly walks down the ramp, soaking in the mixed reaction of the crowd. He stops halfway down the ramp, staring into the distance, before climbing the ring steps and stepping through the ropes.
He stands across the ring from Chris Brock, no discernible emotion on his face.
Chris Brock smiles and extends his hand to shake hands with his newest roster member but Buzzard cuts him off with the umbrella he’s carrying. His expression doesn’t change as he slowly shakes his head and pushes Brock’s hand back to his side with the umbrella.
Brock’s expression changes and he stands before Buzzard looking confused. Before long, Asriel Buzzard motions for the microphone in Brock’s other hand, he sneers a little at Brock as it’s clear he’s here to talk himself rather to be welcomed to the brand by the boss.
Buzzard: No offence…
Brock smiles and shrugs, tosses the microphone to Buzzard and climbs through the ropes, leaving Asriel Buzzard alone in the ring. The two men stare at each as Brock leaves up the ramp before Asriel inhales deeply and stares around at the crowd.
Buzzard: So, as you see, I am back. Out of the darkness into which I was plunged that night in Monaco, I have emerged into the light… the orange lights of Paramount.
The crowd cheers at the mention of Paramount but Asriel continues to show no obvious emotion.
Buzzard: In my journey through the darkness these past few months, I have asked myself many questions and have found many answers… Would Paramount want me on their show?
Some of the crowd cheer, Asriel looks nonplussed.
Buzzard: EWC’s “rookie of the year”, the “Best of Rampage”, a man only pinned by a handful of EWC’s roster… Of course they fucking would.
The slightest hint of a smile briefly crosses his face before the stern expression returns.
Buzzard: But why would I want to leave Rampage for Paramount? Am I running from King and Malone, two of the few who could beat me? Am I looking for an easier time?
He sneers at the thought.
Buzzard: No, you see, friends… for me this is all a journey. It always has been and it always will be. It has taken detours and diversions but the end destination remains the same. Being pinned by King and Malone were diversions and frustrations but they will be righted one day. For now, there are other detours and wrongs that must be righted…
Buzzard clasps the microphone harder as he speaks.
Buzzard: Last year, I tasted defeat at the hands of David Miller and one victory in return simply did not feel enough… but no matter, that cannot be now. More than that, at Parabellum, it took two men from Paramount to eliminate me. Two illustrious competitors who just so happen to be holding onto some illustrious prizes for now… JFS… Killjoy Ito… I have my eye on you both…
The crowd cheers at the prospect of the matches Asriel Buzzard is teasing.
Buzzard: I know what people think of me… fundamentalist, bible basher, bastard… They may or may not be true but there is one thing that you all know, deep in your hearts. I am not a liar. When I say that my journey will take me through the North American and Universal champions, you know that I bear no false witness…
Before he can finish that statement, Asriel is struck from behind. As he goes down, fans are booing away as they see Nevaeh standing over him with Heaven’s Helper in hand. Asriel is seen holding the back of his neck as Nev steps over his fallen body and goes about taunting the crowd. The longer she’s at it, the louder their boos become. She’s so focused on riling up the crowd that she fails to realize Asriel is getting back to his feet. As Nev turns to leave, she’s taken to the mat with a clothesline. After falling to the mat, Nev rolls to the outside and tries to make a quick getaway. She is about halfway up the ramp before Asriel catches up with her. He spins her around and the two start trading blows as they make their way into the back. From there, it doesn’t take EWC officials long to jump in and get them separated as we cut to the announce table.
The crowd doesn't cheer at Keatons name, but they don't outright boo him either.
Brock:We also have from Prime the celebrated veteran and former two time Showtime champion, Faith Rivers!
The crowd cheers as the Faithful army is in full force tonight.
Brock: And we even have some folks from Rampage! Shaker Jones is about to get his first shot at gold as a member of the Orange Brand when he takes on "The Wicked" James Keaton, and we also have -
All of a sudden Chris Brock’s microphone cuts out and he looks frustrated as the crowd can’t hear what he’s saying. The first few notes of a piece of orchestral music start to play around the arena, with the harps giving way to violins after a few seconds and an image appearing on the screen as the house lights lower.
As the guitars of ‘Animals’ by Architects begins to pound around the arena, strobe lights flash as the image on the screen fades to flashing images of a familiar face.
Slowly, Asriel Buzzard emerges from the curtain and stands atop the stage staring out into the Paramount crowd for the first time.
Chris Brock’s confusion has made way for a smile as Asriel Buzzard slowly walks down the ramp, soaking in the mixed reaction of the crowd. He stops halfway down the ramp, staring into the distance, before climbing the ring steps and stepping through the ropes.
He stands across the ring from Chris Brock, no discernible emotion on his face.
Chris Brock smiles and extends his hand to shake hands with his newest roster member but Buzzard cuts him off with the umbrella he’s carrying. His expression doesn’t change as he slowly shakes his head and pushes Brock’s hand back to his side with the umbrella.
Brock’s expression changes and he stands before Buzzard looking confused. Before long, Asriel Buzzard motions for the microphone in Brock’s other hand, he sneers a little at Brock as it’s clear he’s here to talk himself rather to be welcomed to the brand by the boss.
Buzzard: No offence…
Brock smiles and shrugs, tosses the microphone to Buzzard and climbs through the ropes, leaving Asriel Buzzard alone in the ring. The two men stare at each as Brock leaves up the ramp before Asriel inhales deeply and stares around at the crowd.
Buzzard: So, as you see, I am back. Out of the darkness into which I was plunged that night in Monaco, I have emerged into the light… the orange lights of Paramount.
The crowd cheers at the mention of Paramount but Asriel continues to show no obvious emotion.
Buzzard: In my journey through the darkness these past few months, I have asked myself many questions and have found many answers… Would Paramount want me on their show?
Some of the crowd cheer, Asriel looks nonplussed.
Buzzard: EWC’s “rookie of the year”, the “Best of Rampage”, a man only pinned by a handful of EWC’s roster… Of course they fucking would.
The slightest hint of a smile briefly crosses his face before the stern expression returns.
Buzzard: But why would I want to leave Rampage for Paramount? Am I running from King and Malone, two of the few who could beat me? Am I looking for an easier time?
He sneers at the thought.
Buzzard: No, you see, friends… for me this is all a journey. It always has been and it always will be. It has taken detours and diversions but the end destination remains the same. Being pinned by King and Malone were diversions and frustrations but they will be righted one day. For now, there are other detours and wrongs that must be righted…
Buzzard clasps the microphone harder as he speaks.
Buzzard: Last year, I tasted defeat at the hands of David Miller and one victory in return simply did not feel enough… but no matter, that cannot be now. More than that, at Parabellum, it took two men from Paramount to eliminate me. Two illustrious competitors who just so happen to be holding onto some illustrious prizes for now… JFS… Killjoy Ito… I have my eye on you both…
The crowd cheers at the prospect of the matches Asriel Buzzard is teasing.
Buzzard: I know what people think of me… fundamentalist, bible basher, bastard… They may or may not be true but there is one thing that you all know, deep in your hearts. I am not a liar. When I say that my journey will take me through the North American and Universal champions, you know that I bear no false witness…
Before he can finish that statement, Asriel is struck from behind. As he goes down, fans are booing away as they see Nevaeh standing over him with Heaven’s Helper in hand. Asriel is seen holding the back of his neck as Nev steps over his fallen body and goes about taunting the crowd. The longer she’s at it, the louder their boos become. She’s so focused on riling up the crowd that she fails to realize Asriel is getting back to his feet. As Nev turns to leave, she’s taken to the mat with a clothesline. After falling to the mat, Nev rolls to the outside and tries to make a quick getaway. She is about halfway up the ramp before Asriel catches up with her. He spins her around and the two start trading blows as they make their way into the back. From there, it doesn’t take EWC officials long to jump in and get them separated as we cut to the announce table.
FATAL FOURWAY MATCH
WINNER RECEIVES CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP SHOT AT PARAMOUNT #17
Bathsheba
VS "Remarkable" Mark Keaton
VS Adriana Aquilla
VS Faith Rivers
MATCH WRITER:Calamity Nguyen
Watson: Well folks, things are certainly already starting to heat up here on the season premiere of Paramount! It looks like Asriel Buzzard may have already found his first opponent of the season in the dastardly Nevaeh! As security clears the ring, we are getting ready for our first match of the evening. Two Paramount new comers are set to take on two mainstays as Faith Rivers and Mark Keaton debut on Paramount with Adriana Aquilla and Bathsheba all involved as well! Let's crown a new contender to the CW Broadcast Championship! Take it away Isabella Starr!
Starr: The following match is a fatal fourway match! Introducing first, from Toronto Ontario Canada, coming to the ring accompanied by his manager, Astonishing Kevin Fisher and his valet Slutty Melons, weighing in at 229 pounds, REMARKABLE MAAAAAAARK KEEEEEATOOOOON!!
Mark Keaton walks out on to the stage, he's wearing a thick, black leather jacket with studs and sunglasses. Mark is smoking a cigarette and sneering. He stops his swagger at the top of the ramp to play some excellent air guitar for a moment. Astonishing Kevin Fisher walks out behind him, he gives Mark a tap on the back of the shoulder. Mark does one final riff then makes a throwing motion, tossing his air guitar into the crowds. Slutty Melons walks out in a revealing, low cut black dress showing off her double D's , she hangs off of Mark's neck in a seductive way and looks playfully back at the camera and winks; Mark removes his cigarette and flicks it at the camera, he starts walking to the ring while banging his head to his entrance music. He removes his sunglasses and jacket then runs, he slides in the ring then runs to the top turnbuckle. He's yelling at the crowds now and flexing his biceps. He jumps down then runs to another turnbuckle, this time he flexes his chest and points to his abs.
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.
Starr: And their opponent, from Babylon, weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds ... 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.
As "Legendary" by Skillet begins to play, the opening lyrics can be heard throughout the arena.
Legendary
Oh!
Legendary
Oh!
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh!
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
By now, Faith Rivers has made her way out from the back and is pumping up the crowd to her song as she makes her way down the aisle.
Starr: Finally, making her way to the ring from Miami, Florida... give it up for ... FAAAITH RIIIVERSSS!
After sliding in under the bottom rope, Faith gets to her feet and continues to work the crowd as she walks to the center of the ring where she holds each of her arms out to the side and spins in a circle. As she does this, pyros go off in each corner. From there, Faith retreats to her side of the ring and waits for the match to begin.
DING DING DING
Unleashed by her master, Bathsheba comes out hard and fast, diving with claws outstretched toward Mark Keaton. The Remarkable One abruptly curtails his pre-match posturing with a panicked shriek, ducking and diving back toward the turnbuckle as the Whore of Babylon swipes wildly at him. Crying out something about his precious face, Keaton covers up and then drops low, rearing up with a massive back body drop that sends Bathsheba pinwheeling to the outside.
Eyes wide, Keaton straightens up and runs right into a very game Faith Rivers, who is smiling and signaling to the fans as she scoops the man from the 1980s over her shoulders into a tres classique airplane spin. The crowd counts along with each rotation, while Addy Aquila paces the perimeter. Most missed the nod that passed between the two women at the start of the match, but a big pop greets the end result; Rivers drops to a knee, bringing Keaton down into range for a Divine Wizard from Lo Divino!
Addy pops up to partake in a quick fist-bump, and then she and Faith circle each other, looking for a lock-up that sees the leader of the Faithful Army gain the upper hand, her experience showing as she takes Aquila down with a swift arm drag. She follows up with a spinning heel kick, but Addy immediately kips up and responds with a sky-high dropkick. Rivers falls near the ropes, where she's abducted by a snarling Bathsheba, as Addy lets out a spirited roar, bringing the fans to a boil!
Keaton plays the spoiler for young Adriana, interrupting her victory lap with a poke to the eye and a solid kick to the shin that leaves her hopping in pain. After pausing to produce a comb and brush out his iconic hair, the Remarkable One hits the ropes with gusto, attempting to end this one early with his newly-hallmarked Lariat from Canada. The attempt is aborted as Aquila ducks and breaks into a run of her own, the two whipping past one another as they criss-cross the ring. Slutty Melons barks orders from ringside, but it only seems to distract Remarkable Mark, who is ripe for the picking as Adriana hops onto the ropes and springboards into an Hoja de Honda; the slingblade a la Mexicana whipping her opponent to the mat.
On the outside, Bathsheba has Faith Rivers under full mount, barraging her with strikes that mostly seem to be absorbed. Father Mathias taunts the experienced blonde, and this seems only to incense her to fight back. She manages to buck her hips and scramble, gaining her feet behind the confused demoness, ramming an elbow into the back of her disheveled head and then nailing a Russian legsweep onto the ring steps! Mathis steps in to intervene with his cane, but he turns as he's tapped on the shoulder. Kevin Fisher is stood there with his chest puffed out, cracking his knuckles before he delivers a ringing slap to the Father's face!
Watson: There's action everywhere, just like we like it here on Paramount Wrestling!
Sydney: Indeed Tim! Bodies are twisting and turning like that night in Vegas 4 years ago!
The older minister drops his cane and stumbles, clutching his reddened cheek, and walks right into the path of Faith Rivers, who doesn't miss a beat; she whirls forward and catches him with a discus clothesline. The Halo! Mathias hits the deck cold, and leaves Rivers facing Fisher. From inside the ring, Keaton eggs his manager on. "Just hit her! You can take her!" Fisher isn't taking the bait, and begs Rivers off. She looks to the fans, who make their preference in the matter clear, and then steps into another--
No! She's caught mid-step, and turned around to face Slutty Melons, who winds up and unleashes a violent slap of her own, leaving a red mark (not Keaton) and an astonished look on the blonde's face.
Inside the ring, Keaton's frustrations are being beaten out of him by Addy Aquila, who hauls the Canadian to his feet and hits a couple of forearms, a superkick that sends him off the ropes and right back into a beautiful snap suplex. With Keaton down, Lo Divino rises smoothly to her feet and takes only a cursory glance back before launching into an Addy Star Press right in the center of the ring... but Keaton rolls out at the last second, leaving an empty pool!
Faith Rivers gives chase to Slutty Melons, whose normal composure is eradicated as she runs like her life depends on it - which it very possibly does. Bathsheba takes the opportunity to slither back into the ring, coming face to face with a recovering Keaton. RMK recoils in horror and disgust, mashing his palm into the Whore of Babylon's nightmare visage to keep her at bay. Her grin can be seen around his hand as she pokes out her tongue, getting a taste of flesh. Her teeth sink in a moment later, and Keaton SCREAMS. Shoving her backwards, he falls against the ropes and returns fire, this time actually nailing his debuting finisher; the Lariat from Canada! Bathesheba's DOWN!
ONE...
TWO...
NO!!!
Aquila was up and wary, measuring the ref's count before driving in with a basement dropkick that sends Keaton tumbling. Looking focused, she rolls Bathsheba out of the ring and then launches into a spectacular blind dive to catch the recovering RMK with a crossbody into a pin attempt...
ONE...
TWO...
From the outside, Kevin Fisher hauls Aquila from his client. The luchadora responds with a boot to the face, but turns and rises right into a backbreaker from RMK. Before the Remarkable One can follow up on his prey, in comes Faith Rivers - fresh from driving off Slutty Melons - off the corner post with a Leap of Faith corkscrew moonsault, the crowd exploding as she flies and crashes down atop Keaton. Jesse Lizarraga drops a third time, to start the count!
ONE...
TWO...
NO!!!
Watson: Managers are getting involved now and things are getting interesting. Mark Keaton looking to to win by any means necessary, but Faith Rivers is no playing around tonight!
Sydney: NOR SHOULD SHE BE TIM! Faith is a known commodity, she is expected to win matches like this, so taking out the trash that is Mark Keaton is the minimum expectation for a competitor of Faith's caliber.
Three competitors are up and on their feet, while Father Mathias tends to his Whore on the outside. Keaton still looks dazed, leaving Rivers and Aquila to both turn their attention his way - and then lock eyes with one another. A quick nod of respect passes between them, and they both start forward simultaneously... toward each other. A dueling chant fires up as they trade shots in the center of the ring, RMK taking the opportunity to retreat to a corner and lick his wounds. A forearm for a forearm, a spinning backfist for a rolling elbow, and then a pair of stalemate dropkicks leave both women on their knees panting.
Keaton runs in, and divides his attention between both women, hitting a sliding clothesline on Aquila and then popping to his feet to kick Rivers flat onto her back and stomp a furious mudhole! Fisher cheers him on from the sidelines, trying to get the fans to start a refrain of 'Oh, Canada!' that gets him pelted with trash. One of the fans tries to whip their sign at him, but Fisher ducks and it spins right past into the ring, where Addy Aquila picks it up.
The sign says, 'RMK CONDOMS: Because it SUCKS to SUCK'. The luchadora reads it and then faux-blanches, holding it up for the fans' approval before using it to deck RMK from behind. Jesse Lizarraga gives her a half-hearted warning, and a laughing Addy humbly apologizes while continuing to scoop Keaton up for what looks to be a finish; hooking the leg, going for the Divine Judgement. Rivers is recovering, has it scouted, and is having none of it, grabbing RMK around the waist and roaring as she goes to suplex the pair of them!
Addy's eyes widen and she steps back, releasing Keaton and allowing Rivers to drill him into the mat. The leader of the Faithful Army gets to her feet and turns slowly to face Lo Divino, who gives her the moment to readjust. No words pass between them, but their respect is clear; until the younger woman's mouth draws to a line, and she signals around her own waist. There's a title shot on the line here. Rivers doesn't smile, doesn't nod, she simply drops headfirst into a spear!
Aquila hits the mat beneath her opponent, who scrambles to mount her and isolate an arm. Addy is quick, slipping out of the armbar and going behind. Rivers is the stronger and denser, and manages to muscle up to her feet wearing the luchadora like a backpack. Protecting her own throat, Faith reaches back and secures a grip on the back of Adriana's head, flipping her into a forward judo toss. Lo Divino is equal to it, managing to land on her feet before rocking back with a vicious mule kick that doubles Rivers over. She dashes forward, launches herself up and over the ropes, and catches herself on the other side. A signal to the crowd, who immediately rally behind her...
And then Addy is cut off by a returning Bathsheba, who simply barrels into her legs, sending her crashing to the outside. The Whore of Babylon tries to dive back into the ring, but is cut off in turn by a flying forearm smash from Remarkable Mark! She hits the mat with a gurgle, and immediately in her wake comes the rushing Rivers. RMK swears and falls back, dodging her attempted grapple and leaving her to fall against the ropes. Looking left and right, he breaks into a sprint at the opposite side of the ring, rebounding into another Lariat from Canada!
He nails it! Rivers goes down! Keaton goes for the cover!
ONE...
TWO...
NO!!!
Faith seems broken, but she kicks out regardless! Keaton looks incensed!
A bark from the outside signals the return of the bodaciously-bodied Slutty Melons, who directs traffic, ordering Fisher to yoink Rivers from the ring, and drawing Keaton's attention to the momentarily insensible Bathsheba. RMK looks confused, but keeps it together and drags the Whore to her feet, whereon she immediately comes alive, hissing and screaming. In a blind panic, RMK kicks off Remarkamount by rolling the Whore of Babylon up with a desperation schoolboy!
ONE...
TWO...
NO!!!
Faith Rivers throws herself on top, breaking the pin, exhaustedly pulling RMK to his feet and hitting a closed punch to the mouth, busting her own knuckles in the process. Keaton is stunned, and easy prey to be bundled over the top rope, where he's flung onto a recovering Addy Aquila. Rivers inspects her damaged hand as she turns around, into the sights of a crouched, stalking Bathsheba. Faith isn't intimidated; she takes a breath, cracks her neck and breaks into a dash forward. Her Army rally behind her, and it seems as if the day is hers... Bathsheba just isn't quick enough.
Faithful! The running cutter is served to the Whore, driving her down, ripe for the pin. Faith Rivers takes it backfirst, punching the air, the crowd counting along with Jesse Lizarraga...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... FAITH RIVERS!
Rivers surges to her feet, exhaustion now cast aside for pure adrenaline, a roar on her lips and then a HUGE smile to the fans at ringside. She points to each quadrant in turn, giving each a fist-pump and a grateful bow, the entire arena chanting her name by the time she hops onto a turnbuckle and signals around her waist. After allowing Jesse Lizarraga to raise her arm, she drops down to ringside and shares a congratulatory handshake and hug with a humble Adriana Aquila, before turning her attention to the many of her Faithful awaiting autograph and selfies.
Watson: Coming out strong and staying that way, despite a tenacious effort by Adriana Aquila, and the combined fury of Remarkable Mark Keaton and the Whore of Babylon, the technically-gifted commander of the Faithful Army stamped her authority on this one, Cid.
Sydney: She sure as hell did that. Perhaps if Mathias had been able to get involved, or Slutty Melons could bench-press a few more pounds, we'd be seeing a different result tonight. But love her or not, Rivers had the experience comin' into this one.
Watson: Faith has just filled her dance card for Paramount 17, but up next we will see who she faces as the CW Broadcast Championship will be on the line. Don't go anywhere!
The camera fades to commercial.
Elsewhere, we find El Pablo and his fellow Familia Volando members deep in conversation within one of the Cow Palace's backstage corridors. Each holds a plastic cup full of some unknown liquid - though, notably, only the Technicolour Tecnico appears to be drinking.
El Pablo: I'm telling you, you can barely tell the difference!
Cristal: If I were you, I wouldn't be telling anybody.
Suddenly, Lisa Goldrush strides into shot, her trusty microphone in hand as she saddles up next to El Pablo.
Lisa Goldrush: Pablo, good to see you!
El Pablo: Lisa! Likewise. You remember everybody, right?
Lisa Goldrush: Of course; hey gang!
Verana Mereiles: Hey.
Cristal: Hey!
Vertigo: …
Lisa Goldrush: So, Pablo; how've you been? Get up to much in the off-season?
El Pablo: You know me, Lisa; always on the lookout for the next tenuous connection. We were actually just discussing the latest Rainbrewery prototype - you wanna try a sample?
Lisa Goldrush: I... don't know.
El Pablo: Come on! Have I ever steered you wrong?
Despite her better judgement, Lisa simply shrugs as EP hands her a cup of her own. The interviewer takes a cautious sniff before knocking back a mouthful, as a confused expression immediately crosses her face.
Lisa Goldrush: Tastes kinda...gamey. What is it?
El Pablo: Giraffe Milkshake.
Lisa Goldrush: PFFFFFT!!!!!
Lisa immediately spits out her second mouthful, all over the chest and masked face of the helpless Vertigo. As Lisa desperately tries to scrape the taste off her tongue, Cristal leans in to her.
Cristal: So, the answer to your previous question was, 'yes, frequently.'
Lisa Goldrush: Uh-huh…
Verana hands the reporter a bottle of water which, following a brief hesitation, she gleefully chugs. After taking a moment to regain her composure, Lisa turns back to EP.
Lisa Goldrush: Okay, well...moving on: how much are you looking forward to being beheaded by the Queen here later tonight?
El Pablo: Well, not as much as you, I'd imagine…
He smirks.
El Pablo: ...but, yes; I'm very much looking forward to being in competition with Melody Malone tonight. Any opportunity to test yourself against the best is one to be embraced, you know? And, look, I know she's got this fearsome reputation...but she was actually pretty nice to me - I mean, besides the whole 'driving my skull into the mat' business.
Lisa Goldrush: I've heard her say a lot worse.
El Pablo: Exactly; So, I dunno, maybe I'm naive-
Cristal: Imagine.
El Pablo: -but I'm actually expecting a real good, honest battle out there.
Lisa Goldrush: I'll be sure to follow up with you on that when you're back through the curtain afterward - but, of course, we can't talk about tonight without also touching upon the match that'll shape your StrangleMania weekend, as Dalilah Ashe takes on Darius to determine the Number One Contender to your X-Division Championship.
El Pablo: Or to determine the champion itself, if you believe what the both of them have had to say about this whole situation. Seems I may as well skip the Pay-Per-View altogether and just leave this baby in the ring to be collected.
EP smirks.
El Pablo: Of course, they can't both be right...and as chaos would have it, I've spent the last twelve months proving people far higher up the totem pole than either one of those two wrong! So, while I'm hesitant to lend credence to our Queen's accusations of me getting distracted-
Everybody Else: Imagine.
El Pablo: -when it comes to Dalilah versus Darius, I'll certainly be watching. I just hope they come to realise that, when it comes to StrangleMania, the only real prize on offer for whoever comes out on top...is a history-making, gold-plated Taste of the Rainbow.
Viva La Rainbowlution.
With that, EP takes another swig of his milkshake, then fires a defiant look straight down the camera lens before the screen cuts away.
El Pablo: I'm telling you, you can barely tell the difference!
Cristal: If I were you, I wouldn't be telling anybody.
Suddenly, Lisa Goldrush strides into shot, her trusty microphone in hand as she saddles up next to El Pablo.
Lisa Goldrush: Pablo, good to see you!
El Pablo: Lisa! Likewise. You remember everybody, right?
Lisa Goldrush: Of course; hey gang!
Verana Mereiles: Hey.
Cristal: Hey!
Vertigo: …
Lisa Goldrush: So, Pablo; how've you been? Get up to much in the off-season?
El Pablo: You know me, Lisa; always on the lookout for the next tenuous connection. We were actually just discussing the latest Rainbrewery prototype - you wanna try a sample?
Lisa Goldrush: I... don't know.
El Pablo: Come on! Have I ever steered you wrong?
Despite her better judgement, Lisa simply shrugs as EP hands her a cup of her own. The interviewer takes a cautious sniff before knocking back a mouthful, as a confused expression immediately crosses her face.
Lisa Goldrush: Tastes kinda...gamey. What is it?
El Pablo: Giraffe Milkshake.
Lisa Goldrush: PFFFFFT!!!!!
Lisa immediately spits out her second mouthful, all over the chest and masked face of the helpless Vertigo. As Lisa desperately tries to scrape the taste off her tongue, Cristal leans in to her.
Cristal: So, the answer to your previous question was, 'yes, frequently.'
Lisa Goldrush: Uh-huh…
Verana hands the reporter a bottle of water which, following a brief hesitation, she gleefully chugs. After taking a moment to regain her composure, Lisa turns back to EP.
Lisa Goldrush: Okay, well...moving on: how much are you looking forward to being beheaded by the Queen here later tonight?
El Pablo: Well, not as much as you, I'd imagine…
He smirks.
El Pablo: ...but, yes; I'm very much looking forward to being in competition with Melody Malone tonight. Any opportunity to test yourself against the best is one to be embraced, you know? And, look, I know she's got this fearsome reputation...but she was actually pretty nice to me - I mean, besides the whole 'driving my skull into the mat' business.
Lisa Goldrush: I've heard her say a lot worse.
El Pablo: Exactly; So, I dunno, maybe I'm naive-
Cristal: Imagine.
El Pablo: -but I'm actually expecting a real good, honest battle out there.
Lisa Goldrush: I'll be sure to follow up with you on that when you're back through the curtain afterward - but, of course, we can't talk about tonight without also touching upon the match that'll shape your StrangleMania weekend, as Dalilah Ashe takes on Darius to determine the Number One Contender to your X-Division Championship.
El Pablo: Or to determine the champion itself, if you believe what the both of them have had to say about this whole situation. Seems I may as well skip the Pay-Per-View altogether and just leave this baby in the ring to be collected.
EP smirks.
El Pablo: Of course, they can't both be right...and as chaos would have it, I've spent the last twelve months proving people far higher up the totem pole than either one of those two wrong! So, while I'm hesitant to lend credence to our Queen's accusations of me getting distracted-
Everybody Else: Imagine.
El Pablo: -when it comes to Dalilah versus Darius, I'll certainly be watching. I just hope they come to realise that, when it comes to StrangleMania, the only real prize on offer for whoever comes out on top...is a history-making, gold-plated Taste of the Rainbow.
Viva La Rainbowlution.
With that, EP takes another swig of his milkshake, then fires a defiant look straight down the camera lens before the screen cuts away.
SINGLES MATCH
FOR THE CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Shaker Jones
VS "The Wicked" James Keaton
MATCH WRITER: Grace Holt
We return to ringside where Jesse Lizarraga is standing in the ring.
Watson: Words from the X-Division champion, and now we go to the first title match of the new season here on Paramount. Shaker Jones is making his Paramount Wrestling debut and he has a chance to make himself a real threat if he can knock off CW Broadcast champion, James Keaton! This is a title that has NEVER changed hands in a match. Both Broadcast Champions have never lost the title. The stakes can't get any higher! Take it away Isabella Starr!
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the CW Broadcast Championship. Joining us first, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 230 pounds ... SHAKER JONES
"Locked and Loaded" by Jackyl begins to play as Shaker Jones makes his way down to the ring through the crowd.
Starr: And his opponent, from London, England, weighing in at 248 pounds, he is the CW Broadcast Champion ....."THE WICKED" JAMES KEATON
The arena lights begin to flash in tune to the drums as "The Wicked and The Cursed" by The Cold Stares plays throughout the arena. As the guitar rhythm plays, James Keaton makes his presence known by appearing at the top of the entrance ramp. Keaton begins cracking his knuckles in a slow and methodical way before walking with purpose to the ring. Keaton takes his time using the steps to enter the ring before leaning against the ropes and testing their strength.
DING DING DING
Both men begin to circle each other before meeting in the middle with a collar elbow tie up. Shaker gains the upper hand by striking James in the midsection with a knee. Shaker lands knee after knee into the same area before throwing James over head with a suplex. James lands on his back a little awkwardly. James slowly gets back up to his feet as Shaker comes running at him.
James ducks under the clothesline attempt while catching him with a clothesline of his own. Shaker is turned inside out from that clothesline as James picks him up, goes to shoot him but pulls him back while striking with a vicious forearm shot across the jaw. Shaker is holding his jaw while getting back up to his feet. He takes a swing at James who ducks it while hooking his hands around his waist. He hoists Shaker up looking for a belly to back suplex but Shaker turns his body to land directly on to James. Shaker quickly hooks the leg while going for a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
James immediately kicks out after the count of one as Shaker quickly stands up and begins to stomp James repeatedly.
.
Watson: Shaker Jones taking it right to James Keaton in this one so far
Sydney: That's what you have to do to make a statement, Tim! You find the year bully and you punch him directly in the mouth!
Shaker picks James up and shoots him off toward the corner. James counters with an Irish whip of his own. Shaker strikes the turnbuckles hard. Shaker stumbles forward as James comes running toward him and strikes with a high knee to his jaw.
Shaker falls backward against the turnbuckles as James repeatedly strikes with knife edge chops. After the fifth chop, Shaker spins James around and lands several knife edge chops of his own. James blocks a chop and takes him down with a double leg take down. James keeps control of the legs and uses them to catapult Shaker back into the turnbuckles.
Shaker's face smacks hard against the steel as his head flies back. While he staggers backward, James rolls him up into a pinning combination.
One...
Two...
Thr--
Jesse's hand is just about to strike the canvas for a third time when Shaker kicks out. James looks over at Jesse and holds up three numbers. Jesse tells him it was a two. James curses the ref under his breath while picking Shaker up by his ear. By this time, a stream of blood is pouring down his face as James whips him into the ropes. Shaker bounces off the ropes and connects with his version of JBL's clothesline from hell. The shot turns James inside out as both men are down.
Watson: I do believe that Shaker Jones has succeeded in pissing the CW Broadcast Champion off!
Sydney: In the words of Hall of Famer Ruthless Aggression, LET THE BLOOD FLOW!!!
Jesse is standing in the middle of the ring as he starts counting.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Both men are starting to stir as Jesse continues to count.
Six
Seven
Shaker is up first followed by James as the count stops. Shaker looks to strike with another clothesline but James ducks it. Shaker stumbles as James picks up onto his shoulders like a torture rack. In one fluid motion, James turns Shaker upside down while dropping face first on to the canvas. James quickly rolls Shaker and hooks the leg closest too him.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall and still CW Broadcast Champion JAMES KEATON
James rolls out of the ring with the CW Broadcast championship over his shoulder. Jesse checks on Shaker as the crowd is displeased in the outcome.
Watson: Shaker tried, but James Keaton is on another level ever since winning the CW broadcast championship. Tonight, he proved that no one is ready to stop the Wicked.
Sydney: What more do we need to see? James Keaton continues to impress. Shaker showed that last season was an off season. He'll be in the mix for a while.
Shaker finally leaves the ring as James stands at the top of the ramp before disappearing through curtains.
Watson: Don't go anywhere folks, up next we have an interbrand X-Division match that you will NOT want to miss!
The camera fades to commercial.
SINGLES MATCH
X-DIVSION RULES
INTERBRAND INSANITY
Jason Rayne
VS Amber Lisa Hall
MATCH WRITER: Jason Rayne
Starr: The following match is an inter-brand X-Divison match, scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 135 pounds, standing at 5 feet and six inches ... AMBER LISA HALL!
’Run It’ blasts over the speakers as Amber stands on the top of the ramp, wearing her leather jacket and a smirk across her face. She plays to the crowd for a few seconds as she makes her way down to ringside. Amber climbs inside the ring and takes her jacket off. Amber grins, ready to start, as she awaits her opponent.
Starr: And her opponent, hailing from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 260 pounds and standing at 6 feet 5 inches, he is the Apex Predator ... JASON RAYNE!
‘The Devil Inside’ by Blues Saraceno plays, and the crowd begins to boo as Jason Rayne comes through the entrance. Jason stops for a few seconds to bask in the jeers from the crowd, letting a cold, smug smirk come across his face. Jason then makes his way methodically to the ring. Jason lifts the top rope slightly and nonchalantly ducks under it and steps into the ring. Jason proceeds to casually remove his leather jacket and shades, handing them over to the referee, who removes them from the ring.
DING DING DING
Jason wastes no time and comes out blasting Amber with a series of punches immediately after the bell rings. Amber takes a step back and manages to get a kick in edge-wise. Jason quickly leans back and then just as quickly drives his head forward, delivering a monstrous headbutt to Amber, which rocks her backward and drives her down to a kneeling position.
Watson: Jason Rayne making Amber aware of the size and weight difference between the two.
Sydney: For Jason this is a return to the orange brand, but welcome to Paramount Amber Lisa Hall!
Jason runs back into the ropes, then charges forward. Jason jumps into the air to perform a running drop kick, but Amber dives out of the way just in time.
Amber gets back up on her feet before Jason, lifts Jason back up on his, and executes several backhand chops. The two lock-up in a grapple. Amber lands a kick to Jason’s stomach, grabbing his head as he lurches forward, and takes him down to the mat with a snap swinging neckbreaker. Amber covers Jason to go for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THR- kickout!
Amber gets to her feet and heads for the nearest ring post. She quickly climbs to the top and dives off, performing a diving headbutt. Jason rolls out of the way just in time, and Amber’s head connects with the mat. Jason continues his roll until he reaches the ropes and climbs out of the ring.
Jason quickly reaches under the ring and pulls out a metal folding chair. Amber is back to her feet and comes tearing out of the ring with a flying cross-body block, just as Jason looks up. Amber’s cross-body block connects with Jason – as well as a good part of the metal chair Jason is holding - complete with an audible clang - which causes Amber to wince in pain, and sends both wrestlers crashing to the ground, and the chair goes crashing to the ground with another, even louder clang, several feet away from the downed competitors. All the referee is able to do is watch on and wait.
The audience is loving it, erupting with loud cheering.
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
Watson: This is awesome indeed! Amber and Jason are both laying it all out on the line here tonight for the fans!
Sydney: GIVE ME MORE TIM! GIVE ME MORE!!!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
Amber is the first one back to her feet. Amber grabs the folding chair off the ground and swings it down toward Jason’s prone body. Jason rolls out of harm’s way and jumps to his feet. Jason kicks the chair out of Amber’s hands. Amber responds with a spinning backfist to the side of Jason’s head. Jason stumbles backwards a few steps, bumping into the guardrail. Jason grabs hold of the guardrail to prevent himself from falling over. Amber kicks Jason in his abdomen, grabbing his head as he lurches forward. Amber follows up with a flowing DDT. The crowd lights up.
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
Amber lifts Jason back up to his feet.
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
Amber shoves Jason under the bottom rope, back in to the ring. Amber scrambles into the ring, right behind Jason, and climbs up to the top rope.
Watson: High risk here by Amber Lisa Hall!
THIS IS AWE-SOME!
Amber dives off the top rope, landing a diving headbutt on Jason. Amber covers Jason for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Matt Mercer signals for the ring bell.
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, AMBER LISA HALL!
Watson: And it pays off! Amber Lisa Hall picks up the victory here in an X-Division bout!
Sydney: Jason Rayne showed just how dangerous he is, but Amber Lisa hall literally risked it all to pick up the win!
Watson: Up next will be The return of the Queen of EWC, Melody Malone, as she takes on El Pablo. Don't go away!
The camera fades to commercial.
Carley California presents ………
We come back to see Carley California in the ring, waving to a couple fans and smiling with a microphone in her hand. The ring mat is covered by a red carpet and there’s something on a podium underneath a sheet.
Carley: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honour to introduce to you the former Broadcast Champion, two-time & longest reigning Indy Champion, former Undisputed Champion, former number one on the EWC Top 100, 2020 EWC Superstar of the Year, seven-time EWC Honors Awards winner, and most recently your NEW EWC North American Champion … what better time and place to start the Sharppreciation World Tour 2022 than right here in the Cow Palace just three days before his birthday? Give it up for SIMPLY THE BEST, MY MAN …. JORDAN! FREAKING! SHARPE!
A big pop from the Paramount crowd, but his familiar music does not play. After a few seconds of confusion, a band leader walks out onto the stage, followed by a full marching band as they begin to play their own rendition of ‘You Ain’t Ready’ down to the ring. Not long after, Jordan Sharpe himself emerges, the North American Championship strapped around his waist as he celebrates with the band as they play him down to the ring. He slaps the hands of a few lucky fans and jumps into the ring, and as he climbs up to the turnbuckle to pose with the title, an obscene amount of confetti goes off in orange, white and blue Tide colours as he smiles and gives Carley a big hug, taking a microphone himself.
JFS: Daly City …. Make some noise.
The crowd erupts as he laughs.
JFS: Ohh boy, here we go. I have returned to Paramount Wrestling, the conquering hero. I did exactly what I said I would do and I put David Miller into the ground for a second time at WrestleFest. Now I stand before you as the NEW North American Champion, and still I am Paramount.
They cheer him again as he continues on.
JFS: But my time is running short here in the EWC, and as you all know by now, 2022 is going to be my last season in professional wrestling. But I am not ready to leave juuuuuuust yet. No, you guys and I still have a LOT of memories to make! We still have A LOT of asses to kick! And I swear to each and every single one of you guys that I am not leaving without breaking EVERY record with this North American Championship that I can! NOBODY pries this thing away from me without EARNING IT!
He looks dead into the camera now.
JFS: I don’t care if it’s Isabela or Marcus. When you come to StrangleMania, prepare to lose. I plan on avenging last years fuck up, and I look forward to beating either one of you. You’re both pretty talented, but you’re not Simply the Best.
Carley: Enough being so serious, sheesh! Can’t you see the little party I’ve got set up here for you? Look, I even got you a present!
Jordan spies the mystery item with the cloth covering and becomes very curious.
JFS: What’s this now?
Carley: I’ll let you open it before all your guests arrive, because I’m a cool girlfriend. Open it!
He dramatically throws the covering off of it.
JFS: Carley is this …
Carley: It’s a life sized crystal bust of Nicolas Cage’s head!!
JFS: This is the greatest present I’ve EVER GOTTEN HOLY SHIT!
He goes to pick it up but she stops him.
Carley: Woah, no, careful. It’s very fragile and very expensive. Just leave it be for now. Let’s bring some people out, shall we? Some people asked if they could say a few words about Jordy! Do we wanna hear ‘em?
The crowd cheers at this as she pulls out some cue cards from her pocket.
Carley: Who’s up first? Well How about someone you'll be seeing in the ring very soon? The Indy Champ maybe?
“THE BADDEST” by Raon Lee plays as Narumi Tsutsumi comes out smiling with the Indy Championship. The crowd gives her a great pop.
Narumi: Hello Daly City!! And hiya JFS! When I heard about this retirement tour I knew I had to take up the opportunity to be a part of it! Not only as the current Indy Champion who wants to size herself up against the greatest Indy Champion of all time but also as someone who came to the EWC just around the end of you wielding this championship alongside the Undisputed Championship. You made the indies feel special and grand when I studied the EWC looking for a brand to get signed on. It’s sad to hear you’re hanging up your boots, but I respect that all things must end. Just know I also hope to wield this champion in a manner proving that the indies are nothing to scoff at. See ya on Prime 92. It’ll be an honour to wrestle you, but know I plan to take you down as any champion should!
Jordan smiles and gives her a thumbs up and says 'Thank you' to her.
JFS: Well I’m looking forward to that match now. I appreciate those words.
Carley: Hmm .. me too. Interesting. Who else we got? Why it’s Paramount’s own Emma Louise!
'Angel On My Shoulders' plays and Emma Louise walks onto the stage as the crowd gives her a cheer as well.
Emma Louise: Jordan, I don't need to tell you our history. One of the best things about my time as part of Prime was that I met you. I met a friend. I met someone that I could share a laugh with when times got tough. And, by god, there were times where things got really tough. When I had to leave Prime and ended up here on Paramount, I was so glad that you were here with me and one of my first matches on Paramount was teaming with you. When you retire, it won't be the same. I am truly going to miss you.
JFS: Don’t worry Emmy Lou, I won’t be far away!
Emma waves and heads to the back as Carley takes the mic.
Carley: Alrighty, next up, we have the bonafide EWC Hall of Famer, Ruthann Hunter!
Ruthann walks down the ramp and climbs inside of the ring. She's wearing a pant suit in the colours of red and gold. She brings the microphone to her lips looking right at Jordan in the eyes.
Ruthann Hunter: I need to tell you this face to your face. Standing up there on the ramp isn’t the right way to express what I feel about you. You have become the Underdog for EWC and I have watched sitting at home. From the Crazy Train match with my fellow Hall of Famer Sanders to your big win over Xavier Reid to become the Undisputed Champion. Sorry kid, I love you but I can’t call it the name you gave it.
She teases with a soft smile.
Ruthann Hunter: You have proven time after time not to give up. Not to overlook you just because you like to have a little fun. You are worth every dime when a fan pays to see you inside of the ring. To hear you thinking of stepping back from the ring, I say good luck with that... trust me. I didn't think I would be standing across from you as an active wrestler now.
Ruthann Hunter grins softly.
Ruthann Hunter: People like us always will have that feeling one more time. So enjoy your break. Keep staying around and help all these new up-and-coming wrestlers especially your niece Sadie because she is just as good as you are. Just watch and see. I can’t wait for the day to be standing across from you, as a member of The Hall of Fame or maybe having a match with you.
Ruthann Hunter hugs him tightly and shakes his hand. We see Jordan mouth 'thank you' as Ruthann climbs out of the ring and walks back up the ramp to the back with a grin.
Carley: So very sweet from Ruthann Hunter! Give it up! Where would we be without all our friends, right?? Bring Faith Rivers out here!
Faith comes down to the ring and steps through the ropes as Jordan gives her a giant hug, much to her annoyance.
JFS: My tag-team partner! Of course we have to have The Faithful Heroes in the house.
Faith nods as she takes her turn on the microphone.
Faith: You didn’t think I was going to miss this, did you?
She questions with a shake of her head.
Faith: When you told me the end was near, there was no way I could refuse the invitation to come to Paramount. The way I see it, we still have some unfinished business in the tag team division. But that’s another story for another time. This is supposed to be a celebration. We should get back to that!
Faith steps aside, giving the floor back to Carley.
Carley: And of course, 3C!
The crowd goes nuts as Saidie, Gabi, Robbie & Candy come through the curtain together and head on down to the ring. Candy is looking a bit worse for wear after her match with Stitches on Brawl, and Saidie also gives Faith a huge hug, also to her annoyance as Gabi chuckles and Jordan looks incredibly happy.
JFS: The gang’s all here … I’m really gonna cry.
Gabi rolls her eyes and grabs a mic.
Gabi: Jordan, I am not going to lie... I've always looked up to you.
Gabi smiles as she nods out to the crowd.
Gabi: Because you are taller than me, of course. No, really, it has been an honour. 3C just won't be the same without it's Court Jester. You have achieved a lot in your time here in the EWC, and the one title I have to add to your impressive list: Friend. Knowing that the end of this year is the end of an era, well, it is going to knock a little lustre off of it. Hopefully 3C can continue to roll along without you... And I'll do my very best to keep an eye on Saidie for you.
Gabi winks mischievously.
Saidie puts her arm around her and then takes the mic.
Saidie: You’ve taught me everything I know in this business. I don’t really know if I’ll be able to do this without you around, but I know I’m going to try to live up to everything you’ve achieved here. Usually I’d have something really smartass to say right now but I’ll save that for the next time you eat all the food in our house. You have earned all of this, and I am proud to have taken on your name when I started this journey. And I’m happy our whole group found each other, really.
Jordan looks like he may indeed cry, but he keeps it together as he turns to the last two.
JFS: And where would any of us be, without the Rayders, right?
The crowd cheers as he smiles at Robbie and Candy. He holds a mic out for Candy so she can have her turn, but she just stares down at the ring mat.
JFS: Candy, my BFF. Take it.
She doesn’t react as he looks confused.
JFS: Do you wanna say something?
Again, nothing from Candy or from Robbie, who remains silent with his arms crossed.
JFS: Aww is someone feeling a little sour or something? Didn’t have your morning KitKats today? Sheesh I thought you'd be in a good mood after winning the Wondercrush for me. Hello, CANDY!
It seems like slow motion to Jordan, but it all happens very fast. Candy swats the microphone out of his hand, turns and grabs the Nicolas Cage bust in an instant and smashes it into Jordan’s face as he lets out a scream, the glass cutting his face as a cascade of blood sprays across the ring. Carley rushes over but Candy throws her over the top rope to the floor in an instant. Faith springs into action but Robbie is faster, kicking her in the stomach and hitting the Star Destroyer, laying her out. Gabi and Saidie are in shock, unable to move as they witness the scene unfold. Jordan is covered in his own blood, as he starts to pull himself to his feet, Candy grabs him and hits the Sugar Free Candy out of the corner, straight into the broken glass. He lays in the centre of the ring as both she and Robbie stare down at him for a moment, before leaving the ring. They do not look back. Saidie rushes over to Jordan and Gabi stands in the corner, we see her mouth ‘what the fuck’ as the arena falls into a hushed silence at what they’ve just seen. The cameras head to the announce table...
Watson: I don't know what to say here folks... Candy seemingly just turned her back on 3C and attacked Jordan Sharpe! I hope the North American champion is ok, we will certainly keep you up to date on his condition as we get more information. In the meantime...
Sydney: Here it is folks. The moment that we have all been waiting for.
Watson: Correction, you've been waiting for.
Sydney: The moment we have ALL been waiting for Tim! It is time for the return of the Queen of EWC!!!!!!
Starr: The following match is for one fall. Joining us first, from San Diego, California, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds, she is the Queen of the EWC ... MELODY MALONE!
The lights dim, but don’t go dark before the soft words of Billie Eilish’s “You Should See Me In A Crown” begin to play over the P.A. system. Melody comes out from backstage with her crown upon her head and her personal retainer Rory Hyland in tow. She’s unflinching to the crowd’s expression as she comes down the entrance ramp. Rory gets onto the apron, holding the ropes open for Melody to climb through without losing her crown. As Melody climbs into the ring, she gives the crowd a sarcastic smile before she relinquishes the crown to Rory and prepares for her match.
Starr: And her opponent, from Puebla City, Mexico, weighing in at one hundred and eighty 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 the X-Division Championship belt glistens around his waist. 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.
DING DING DING
Queen Melody starts the match composed, her intensity smoldering behind a fine-knit veil of control. The ice to El Pablo's fire, she evades his opening flurry of kicks and elbows with slight, deft movements and fires back a stinging calf kick before darting back into the corner. The tecnico winces and grins wryly behind his mask, pointing at Malone and appreciatively clapping his hands. Her expression doesn't change. Pablo rushes in, feints low then hits a delayed dropkick that presses EWC's Queen against the post.
Before El Pablo can follow up, Melody is rebounding with a leashed fury, diving clean over his crouched form and breaking into a dash of her own. He turns, gives chase, and she leaps atop the opposite turnbuckle, turning with sublime grace into what seems an early attempt to decapitate her foe; but Pablo is the quicker, his eyes wide as he counters with a standing leap and catches the falling queen with a low-angle headscissor takedown, inverting her at the last instant.
Melody bounces off the mat, correcting her untidy tumble with a snap of motion and a sharp hiss. She rises in a three-point crouch, staring Pablo down. The tecnico responds with a juking, jiving dance, amiably taunting the Rampage starlet. Not to be incensed so easily, Melody slides to her feet with a haughty toss of her bruised head. Pablo shrugs, and hits the ropes.
Back and forth they go, each showing their speed and flying acumen as they trade missed shots off the criss-cross. Pablo goes high, so Melody goes low, then they meet center-ring with a pair of kicks that clash like rapiers. El Pablo is grinning, plainly having a great time as he laughs and goes back to the ropes. Melody feigns as if to do the same and then simply steps out of the ring, her back presented as a juicy target to the returning luchador...
And then with that same, fluid grace she turns and slingshots herself back into the ring, hitting a beautiful Meteora that brings with it the descent of hard, mounted strikes. El Pablo tries to cover up but is outstruck, battered upon the mat as the Queen finally lets her rage show.
Watson: We kind of expected this from both fighters tonight. This is two of the best high flyers in the business going toe to toe, things are going to be fast and furious!
Sydney: Don't blink or you might miss something big Tim!
The strikes slow and abate, but Melody isn't done, locking up a guillotine from which she stands, teeth grit as she drags her larger opponent to his feet. Her eyes gleam at the crowd who are decidedly against her efforts, and this just spurs her on; she drags El Pablo backward until she can get a foot onto the bottom rope, which she uses to flip forward, releasing the choke and landing atop her foe's shoulders. From there it's a twist and a drop to land an authoritative, and acrobatically-dictated backstabber!
Pablo is hurting, but manages to pull himself up using the ropes as Melody rises easily to her feet and plays to the crowd. The arena is united in their jeers, and she bestows them with a cold half-smile, resplendent in the crown she mimes donning. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, Pablo moves swiftly to capitalise, but the woman simply steps aside to evade him.
He keeps moving, sliding behind and seamlessly weaving his assault into a crucifix driver. Melody's eyes widen at the last instant; she hasn't moved far enough, and is thusly driven, landing roughly on the back of her neck and flopping onto her back as Pablo springs up and throws an arm to the heavens. The crowd explodes in appreciation, as Queen Melody drags herself out over the apron to the outside, licking her wounded pride beside Rory Hyland.
The Technicolor Tecnico isn't letting this advantage go, however, and gives chase, following up with a baseball slide that misses by inches. Melody ducks aside, putting Rory between herself and Pablo, falling into a measured backwards walk once she has her human barricade. The big man gets in her opponent's face, his pecs a'popping, and Pablo is equal to the challenge. He puffs himself up like a pigeon, rising to the fullest height he can, to appreciation from the fans at ringside.
Rory laughs, and Pablo hits him with a slap to the jaw, then dives between Rory's legs to evade the counter-grab. Melody swears curtly, and dives back into the ring, only to find her foot caught by the luchador. Twisting in his grasp, she aims a kick to the jaw that flies wide. El Pablo seizes that leg, too, pulls her halfway out onto the apron, then uses her to brace a stellar leap clean over the ropes, turning mid-air to drop an elbow onto the captured queen!
Watson: El Pablo has met Rory and lived to tell the tale! And now he seems to be taking a bit of charge of this match!
Sydney: I wouldn't count this a a victory just yet for Pablo!
The two well-decorated competitors have kept a rapid pace, and it doesn't slow as the match grows yet more tense. But they're done vying for the supremacy in wit and speed alone; now it's a fight. Pablo pulls Melody to her feet and hits a sitout jawbreaker that stuns her, hitting a rising palm strike from below, then popping to his feet and catching her with a headscissor takedown that sends her skidding to center-ring. Melody flails somewhat as she catches herself and gains her footing, only to be literally swept off her feet by El Pablo. He rises with his back to her and leaves his launchpad for a standing moonsault!
The pool empties! Melody is simply not there!
El Pablo eats the proverbial Skittles on the mat, and Melody seizes this hard-fought moment of opportunity, along with one of Pablo's legs. Twisting it up and over her neck, she locks in the Queen's Grace! With the Argentine leg lock in, the tecnico begins to scream and struggle immediately, propping himself on one arm to alleviate the pressure as the other clutches for the rope that seems a mile away. He's frothing and gasping, struggling not to yield, and the crowd is forced to rally behind him with renewed ardor.
Melody begins to gas, adjusting her grip, and El Pablo surges forward, dragging her with him and making a wild last grab for the rope. He gets it! Melody holds on, punishing her foe until the last possible instant before disqualification. This done, she stands, swiping angrily at her mouth, turning and stalking a predatory semi-circle around the ring. Pablo gets gingerly to his feet, favoring the unwounded leg, testing his balance and strength.
Melody beckons him on, and El Pablo releases a calming breath, before acknowledging the gesture. He feints running in, and catches himself with a hop as Melody jumps the gun by darting forward to intercept - perhaps looking for the Crowning Achievement. Pablo sees her leave her feet and acts on instinct, throwing a snap kick with his hurting limb. It catches Mel amidships, and she drops to a knee, momentarily vulnerable - but in that moment, Pablo's instincts cost him.
With a furious growl of effort, Melody reaches out and sweeps the luchador's leg, scrambling forward to try and get him back into the hold he so narrowly escaped...
He struggles in vain, and she hauls him back into her clutches, breath coming in sharp hisses as she displays the Queen's Grace once more. The crowd falters and begins to turn, seeing El Pablo fade. Melody bares her teeth and squeezes even more tightly, threatening to tear the leg clean away--
--and the Technicolor Tecnico relents. He taps!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via submission, MELODY MALONE!
Mercer has to intervene before Melody takes her pound of flesh, tearing the Queen away from her bloody-minded work. At ringside, Rory is applauding, as the crowd unites in their disdain that the invading Rampage starlet has turned this around. It's plain that it wasn't easy - in victory, Melody Malone is slow to rise, still staring terrible daggers at the writhing, barely-conscious form of El Pablo. She kicks her way back to the corner, and rises at her own liberty, snatching her arm away from Matt Mercer's attempts to drag her center-ring.
When she's ready, when she's done basking in the privacy of her own triumph, Melody sashays out there by herself, and raises both arms. Her stare damns each quadrant of the arena in turn, and there's one final cursory, disdainful glance for El Pablo before she rejoins Rory at ringside and stalks majestically back up the ramp. Her authority has been stamped, her kingdom awaits.
Watson: A fast-paced and technical display from both competitors here tonight, but to the horror of I'm sure so many present, the cheerful hero has been vanquished, and the Queen reigns supreme. El Pablo fought valiantly, but has been grounded, Cid.
Sydney: Hey, he's still the X-Division champion and if you ask me, this match had far too many rules and restrictions. We'll have to run this one again; a little more violent, a little more bloody. Until then, yeah, Malone proves she's still the baddest bitch on any given block.
Watson: And from One champion, we go to another as The EWC Undisputed Champion is in action... Coming up Next!
Camera cuts to ...
The camera cuts backstage inside the Cow Palace to Lisa Goldrush who is standing by.
Goldrush: Ladies and gentlemen it’s my honor to welcome THE NEW and ONCE AGAIN EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD, BOBBY ROSE AND JIMMY LANE…THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!
The camera widens as the crowd pops at the sight of Bobby and Jimmy.
Goldrush: Along with the EWC 2021 Manager of the Year, BUNNY LOVE!!!
The make fans really pop as Bunny is shown on the screen.
Goldrush: I have to say congratulations to all three of you, you really cleaned up at the EWC Honors, 2021 Tag Team of the Year…
Rose: You know it…
Goldrush: 2021 Champions of the Year…
Lane: Never a doubt…
Goldrush: 2021 Manager of the Year…
Love: Who else was there really…
Goldrush: I mean wow guys…just wow…
Bobby and Jimmy smile at Lisa.
Rose: That’s what all the ladies say Lisa…
Lane: Well that and ‘if I can’t have Bobby I guess you’ll do’...
Bunny shakes her head at Jimmy as he high fives Bobby.
Goldrush: But as amazing as the EWC Honors were, I was shocked and saddened to hear the news that this is it…that at the end of the year you two are calling it a day and The Southern Express are retiring…
This is met with boos from the fans but Bobby holds up his hand, trying to calm down the upset fans.
Rose: I know, I know…you don’t want to see this end but all good things in life have to come to an end…
Jimmy laughs.
Lane: That’s what he tells the ladies when the ‘ending’ comes a little too quick!!!
Bobby elbow Jimmy who continues to laugh.
Rose: Sure we could stick around another 10 years and the back end of our careers and just mail it in, come out here and do the same old stuff while collecting a nice big old check from Paramount…
Love: That sounds like a GREAT IDEA…let’s just do that…
Jimmy pats Bunny on the head.
Lane: Put we want to go out on the top of our games, to be remembered not as two old broken down dudes but two guys that still have what it takes to beat the very BEST of the EWC…
Rose: Honestly we almost called it a day after WrestleFest, beating Ace King and El Pablo to win these championships back was amazing and to do it in the first ever X-Division Tag Team Championship match…it might not get better than that…
Lane: But…then we thought of you fans and we wanted a chance to say goodbye to each and every one of you that supported us throughout our career…
Rose: So…The Southern Express Farewell Tour was created and we know…
Lane: There is another Sharppreciation World Tour going on this season but think about it…
Rose: Would you rather have Tide Pods with the kids or shots and strippers with us?
Bobby and Jimmy shrug as the fans chant:
SHOTS AND STRIPPERS!!!!
SHOTS AND STRIPPERS!!!!
SHOTS AND STRIPPERS!!!!
SHOTS AND STRIPPERS!!!!
SHOTS AND STRIPPERS!!!!
Lane: RIGHT, why settle for PG when you can have X-Rated?
The trio laugh.
Rose: And at Paramount #017 The Southern Express Farewell Tour goes south of the border…
Lane: We are going to roll into Mexico City for the fiesta de toda una vida…
Love: The party of a lifetime for those not using Rosetta Stone…
Rose: So dust off those passports…
Lane: Or sneak across that border because really…are they checking going into Mexico???
Love: We’ll give you a map of the underground tunnels to get back into the US…
Rose: And come help us say goodbye in style…
Lane: Mexico City will never be the same after one last weekend with us in it!!!
Love: Yeah, I’m sure you will ‘ruin her for all other men’...
Bobby and Jimmy smile and nod and then high five.
Rose: From your lips to God’s ear Bunny…
Lane: You know what they say, once you take a ride on the Express…
Love: You better get that penicillin shot or something might turn black!!!
Bunny holds up her hand for a high five but Bobby and Jimmy just look at her and shake their heads.
Rose: NO…
Lane: it’s ‘you’re never the same again’...come on Bunny…
The pair shake their heads and walk off camera as Bunny stays with her hand still in the air. Lisa looks around and then high fives Bunny who smiles and goes chasing after the tag team champions.
Goldrush: See you guys in Mexico City!!!
The camera fades to commercial.
We return to ringside where the fray between Melody Malone and El Pablo just came to an end. We cut to commentary as the ring is getting last minute inspections finished up.
Watson: Welcome back, we just finished watching the Queen face off against the X-Division Champion, El Pablo, and we still have plenty more matches coming up this evening! Right now, we’re about to be graced with The Angel’s presence in Gabrielle Visconty who will face off against none other than the newest Undisputed Champion … Killjoy Ito himself! Who will leave The Cow Palace with a W tonight? There’s only one way to find out! Take us away, Starr!
Starr: The following match is for one fall! Joining us first, from Honolulu, Hawaii, weighing in at 126 pounds ... GABI VEE!
The lights in the arena dim and slowly pulse to the opening chords of "I Am The Fire" by Halestorm. Gabi Vee walks out to the entrance ramp and smiles out at the crowd as she stops at the top of the ramp. She grins as she looks over the crowd before heading down the ramp and towards the ring. Gabi interacts with the fans before she hops up on the side of the ring, smirking out to the crowd before she springboards herself gracefully into the ring. She paces the ring and works the crowd a bit before she heads to her corner.
Starr: And her opponent, from Daly City, California, weighing in at 235 pounds, HE IS THE EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION, ... KILLJOY ITO!
‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the stage and raises his arms into the air as the lights fade out. He jumps up and down as ‘Deeper Depper’ begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy Ito is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down. He swings around to face the ring as Buddy Love runs up and stands next to him. After a quick word the pair start to walk towards the ring, Buddy runs ahead and charges up the steps and holds open the ropes for Killjoy to step through. Killjoy walks to the center of the ring, extends his arms and tilts his head back to soak everything in.
DING DING DING
Gabi quickly reaches forward and grabs onto Killjoy’s arm, trying to Irish Whip him into the ropes. With the Undisputed Champion being heavier and aware enough, he stops himself in mid-spin and uses his momentum to shove Gabi against the ropes. She goes with the flow smoothly enough and uses the ropes to launch herself towards Ito with a Springboard Elbow Smash.
Killjoy, however, seems to have other plans as he grabs Gabi by her elbow, just barely keeping it from impacting his face. He hoists The Angel up onto his shoulders via a Fireman’s Carry, ready to slam Gabi onto his knees. But before he can finish his own move, one of Gabi’s patellas slams hard into Killjoy’s neck, causing him to let go and stumble back. Buddy is cheering from outside the ring, encouraging Killjoy to keep fighting! The crowd, likewise, are thoroughly enjoying the beginning of this fast-paced fight, eager to see what else Killjoy Ito and Gabi Vee will bring to this match.
Watson: These two have each other well scouted, which is no surprise to anyone.
Sydney: But it really will come down to who can show us something more, something new maybe. Who has that extra gear to take this one home?
The Undisputed Champion tries to behead The Angel with an up-close Clothesline, but Gabi is able to duck under the arm. She sneaks behind Ito and slams a boot hard into the center of his back. He tries to keep his balance, but falls down to a knee. Gabi kicks hard at the other one, trying to force him to fall forward onto his stomach. It takes a few more well-placed assaults to the back of Ito’s legs, but finally Gabi gets what she was aiming for as Killjoy stumbles forward. While falling, however, he turns, getting onto his back in an effort to keep his lower body protected.
Gabi shakes her head as Ito moves onto his back … and then decides to go on and improve and do a reverse Muta lock! Unfortunately, she is able to easily feel why they’re usually done with the opponent on their back; it’s able to be better enforced that way. As things are? Gabi’s eyes widen as Ito slams his knees hard into Gabi’s back, allowing her to drop onto the canvas.
Ito goes for a cover, but Gabi gets a shoulder up at the count of 2.
Watson: The champion almsot had this one in the bag right there!
Sydney: Horseshoes, Hand grenades, nuclear warfare and STDs Tim. Those are the only times where almost counts!
Killjoy pulls Gabi up to her knees. The crowd cheers, able to comprehend what’s being set up. He’s going for the Kettei-Da! He hunches down near the set of the ropes behind him, making damn sure Gabi is too out of it to dodge out of the way.
As the Undisputed Champion moves forward, he sees he was right in being cautious! Gabi does indeed snap out of her daze long enough to see what he’s going for! Unfortunately for The Angel, Killjoy’s faster and is able to land his finisher, slamming his knee into Gabi’s head! He hooks the legs!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, THE EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION, KILLJOY ITO!
Buddy hurries into the ring and raises one of Killjoy’s arms! The referee first hands the Undisputed Title back to Killjoy before taking the other arm and raising it.
Gabi bows her head slightly, clearly disappointed in the outcome. Before she vanishes from sight, however, she gives a wink and smile towards Buddy, who looks back at The Angel … and watches her go backstage.
Only after Killjoy elbows Buddy’s ribs does his attention go back to his client. We cut back to commentary as Killjoy and Buddy continue to celebrate in the ring!
Watson: Gabi got super close to pulling off quite the upset, but it just wasn’t meant to happen tonight.
Sydney: As fast as Gabi is, Ito’s a bit quicker. He didn’t get Finisher Of The Year by luck, after all, and tonight is a great example of why he won that award. That knee is brutal, particularly when it hits its mark.
Watson: We still have two HUGE MATCHES to go folks, the Paramount Wrestling train keeps moving, right after this!
Camera cuts to commercial.
SINGLES MATCH
X-DIVISON RULES
WINNER FACES EL PABLO AT STRANGLEMANIA FOR THE X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Dalilah Ashe
VS Darius
MATCH WRITER: Grace Holt
We return to ringside where Matt Mercer is waiting for Darius and Delilah Ashe to appear as the ringside area is being filled with weapons.
Watson: It's time to see who will be facing El Pablo at StrangleMania for the X-Division Championship.
Sydney: El Pablo suffered a loss here tonight, could one of the next competitors here give him another? We will find out!
Starr: The following match is an X-Division match, scheduled for one fall and is to determine who will be facing El Pablo at StrangleMania Joining us first, from Chaos, weighing in at 125 pounds ... DALILAH ASHE
Committed by One-Eyed Doll begins to play and a purple glow illuminates the arena and a violet mist rises from the stage bringing with it the smell dying roses.
Just Another Mental PatientHow I wish this Room Was Vacant
Can't Seem To Break Through These Padded Walls
The curtain parts as Dalilah Ashe appears wearing a crown of black roses and thorns which prick her pale brow bringing small drops of dark red blood. She opens her arms to hold the crowd in the long cold embrace of her contempt.
Locked Up in this Nuthouse Crying
All these Drugs My Brain is Frying
Doctor Says the Lunatic Needs More
Cocking her head to one side and holding her arms stiff at her sides she begins a long zombie walk to the ring, followed closely by her handler Lacey Savage. Climbing stiffly up onto the apron she looms over the audience like some ancient goddess of lust and death. She smiles down at them, slowly wetting her painted lips with the tip of her tongue before throwing her head back with a mocking laugh. She slides between the ropes with an evil expression to stare down her opponent with a wicked grin and nothing but bad intentions.
Strap Me Down they Must Sedate Me
Poke Me, Prod Me, Irritate Me
No Choice but to be the Needle's Whore
Starr: And her opponent, from Albany, New York, weighing in at 265 pounds ..... DARIUS
"Burn It Down" blares throughout the arena as flames rise from the stage below. Darius rises from the flames and hypes himself up, throwing devil horns to the sky for a moment as fireworks go off in a spiral behind him. Elissa then emerges from the smoke behind Darius, holding his bat over her shoulder with a sadistic grin on her face. Darius then runs through the flames and slides into the ring, looking around the arena before jumping up to his feet. Elissa starts to walk around the ring, watching Darius as he tosses his sunglasses to the side of the ring, then throws his trench coat off to the side before leaping onto one of the turnbuckles, posing with devil horns once again as he waits for the match to begin.
DING DING DING
The moment the bell sounds, Darius darts across the ring and immediately begins pummeling Ashe in the corner. Rights, lefts, elbows and knees are all being used to deliver punishment to Ashe. Darius screams at Mercer to back off before wrapping his hands around her head and chunking her halfway across the ring. Darius follows it up with a vicious knee to the side of her head.
Darius knows a lone knee strike isn't going to get the job done as he slides out of the ring. He grabs a trash can full of toys and throws it into the ring. As he is doing this, Ashe has regained her vertical base and uses the ropes to gain some speed. Darius turns slightly to see Ashe come flying at him but he is too late to stop her. Ashe flies through the ropes while knocking Darius back first into the steel guardrail. Ashe gets back up to her feet and starts stomping a mud hole into Darius. After she is done, she picks up a yield street sign and drops it down across Darius's head. Ashe is grinning from ear to ear before grabbing Darius by his long locks of hair and drags him up to his feet. She sends Darius into the ring post. As Darius falls down, Ashe lifts up the ring apron and begins to pull more toys out from under the ring.
Watson: Dalilah îs totally in her element here, its almost disturbing.
Sydney: Darius asked her this week if she can hang with someone at his level. So far, it appears that she absolutely can!
Darius is getting back up to his feet as Ashe slams a wooden crutch across his back. Darius bows his back as Ashe pulls his head back while placing the wooden crutch around his throat. She pulls back as he struggles to regain his breath. Ashe loosens her grip while driving her forearm across Darius's face. She spins him around looking to knee him in the gut but Darius catches her with a nasty headbutt. Ashe staggers a little before Darius catches her with a hard right hand into her stomach. As she keels over, Darius sends her right back into the ring. Before he can follow her, he pulls out a spare ring board out from under the ring. He slides it into the ring then gets back into the ring himself.
Watson: Darius is stalking his prey now. This is why he calls himself the ambassador of the X-Division!
Sydney: He better be careful, Delilah is very good at playing possum.
Right as Darius gets back into the ring, Ashe comes running at him and kicks him solely in the ribcage. As Darius is down, Ashe picks up the ring board and places it in the corner. She brushes her hands off thinking she has a plan. Right as she turns around, Darius spears her right through the ring board. The crowd gasps as he drags her out of the rubble and pins her.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall and moving onto StrangleMania DARIUS
Darius laughs while dragging his hands through his hair. Dalilah is still down from the spear as Darius climbs up onto the nearest turnbuckle while raising both hands high into the air.
Watson: This was a brutal match. It could have gone either way but Darius pulls it out. Dalilah fought her heart out.
Sydney: That spear was nasty. Darius has been on a different level since the season has kicked off. I don't see his momentum slowing down any time soon. As for Dalilah she will bounce back it just wasn't her night tonight.
Darius rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp. Dalilah is slowly regaining her barrings as "Burn it down" is playing over the sound system.
Watson: We still have our MASSIVE Main Event to come folks. WE WILL BE RIGHT BACK!!!
Camera cuts to ...
SINGLES MATCH
WINNER FACES JFS AT STRANGLEMANIA FOR THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP
Marcu$ $t. John
VS "La Belicista" Isabella
MATCH WRITER: Calamity Nguyen
We return to ringside where a few crew members are laying finishing touches, cleaning up the arena for the night's main event.
Watson: What a night it has been so far ladies and gentlemen. From hearing from and then seeing our EWC Undisputed champion in action, to yet another defense of the CW Broadcast Championship, Two different X-Division match, seeing our X-Division champion in action, a sighting of the EWC World Tag Team Champions, The North American Champion was even here tonight. And now this... it is time for our MAIN EVENT!
Sydney: Marcu$ $t. John, arguably one of the best rookies in the last two seasons in all of EWC, going one on one with The WarMonger, Isabella. The winner gets the right to take on one of the most decorated man in EWC history, Jordan Freakin' Sharpe!
Starr: The following match is for one fall. Joining us first, from Tijuana, Mexico, weighing in at one hundred and sixty four pounds, she is 'LA BELICISTA' ... ISABELLA!
As "War" by Sick Puppies blasts over the PA, a large red plume of smoke conceals the top of the ramp. The Mexican flag appears on the X-Tron as a shadow appears in the lingering fog. Red pyros shoot off into the air as we see “La Belicista” Isabella’s silhouette. Moments later, another figure appears. As the smoke begins to clear away, we see Isabella's manager, Alejandro De La Rosa, standing beside her.
Isabella strides confidently down towards the ramp with Alejandro in tow, giving high-fives to the fans and audience along the way. When “La Belicista” Isabella arrives in front of the ring, Alejandro pulls the middle and uppermost set of ropes, allowing "La Belicista" to slip through them.
Isabella then stands atop the same ropes she slid through. She clenches her right fist and raises it high up in the air. Her left, meanwhile, raises as she salutes to the EWC audience. After soaking in the reaction and atmosphere, “La Belicista” jumps off the ropes, lands gracefully on her feet, and turns to wait against the turnbuckle whilst waiting for her opponent to arrive.
Starr: And her opponent, from Silicon Valley, California, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, it's the Young Mogul ... MARCU$ $T. JOHN!
"Fast Lane" blasts through the arena by Bad Meets Evil. A Maybach drives up through the entrance ramp. A chauffeur gets out of the vehicle and opens the back door. Marcu$ $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
La Belicista is not a woman to be played with tonight, striding forward on the last bell and slinging a savage elbow at her opponent. $t. John barely blocks it, capturing the arm and pulling Isabella down for an early statement, jamming his foot to her jaw! Eat Defeat! The woman recoils, managing to keep her feet as she puts a hand to her neck and fires back a death glare. The Paramount Border Patrol pops to his feet with a disdainful smirk, beckoning her on as he hops from foot to foot. Isabella shakes her head and circles him, firing off a low kick as a feint before catching $t. John's jaw, in turn, with a stiff backhand blow. It lands flush, but he rolls with it, whipping into a spinning heel kick that misses a retreating Isabella by a whisker!
She comes up in a boxer's stance, her head bobbing, juking and jiving as Marcu$ recovers from a deft crouch and drives forward with a heat-seeking palm strike, then a thrust kick to the chest. Isabella handily parries the first, but eats the second, and $t. John pauses long enough to jam a thumb into her eye before retreating, laughing, to the ring ropes. The crowd obliges him with jeers, to which he cups an ear and motions them to carry right the hell on.
Furiously wiping the tears from her reddened eye, Isabella reaffirms her stance and comes forward with tight, guarded jabs. Showing his disrespect, her opponent simply slaps them aside, petitioning her with opened arms to throw him a real challenge. She obliges; dropping low then launching a high knee that drives him back against the ropes. Landing poised, she rattles off a couple of shoveling hooks to the midsection, then steps back to give $t. John space. A cornered animal, he charges in to capitalize on the opening, and there's a crack like thunder as the ex-marine explodes into her Código Rojo! The kick staggers him! He's out on his feet!
Stepping in, Isabella drapes the stunned $t. John over her shoulders and hits the FUBU into a pin!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Watson: Isabella coming in hot with tonight, but Marcu$ $t. John is being extraordinarily ruthless tonight!
Sydney: This is what it takes to get the job done against someone like Isabella! You have to be willing to do whatever it takes.
Both competitors are wary now, finding their feet and circling the ring, Marcu$ trying to keep his pace lively but clearly stung by the combination assault of Isabella. She seems the more single-minded, continuing to bob and weave, adjusting levels as she moves. They come together and vie for control of a clinch, the marine getting the initial upper hand but finding herself out-powered by the lithe, larger man, who seizes the underhooks and hauls her up onto his thighs, posturing to the crowd before hitting a ring-shuddering Wing Clipper!
He pauses before making the pin, grinning at the crowd and then at the stunned Isabella...
ONE...
TWO...
THR-
La Belicista screams as she throws herself clear of the pin, scrambling to her feet and immediately rushing down $t. John, who retreats a pace and then shifts his posture to catch the oncoming furie, draping her across his shoulders and nailing a Death Valley Driver. He follows up by measuring her for a knee drop, rolling to the corner and springing up onto the post. Isabella rises, panting, her chest heaving as she keeps focused on her opponent. He's taking her lightly now, and risks a missile dropkick on the already-standing woman, who responds by catching him out of the air with a big boot to the skull; he spins on impact, rotating rapidly before crashing in a tangle of limbs to the mat.
Isabella dives onto one knee, wrenching the shoulder back as she applies a snug armbar on the grounded Young Mogul. He grimaces in pain, rewarding her with agonized noises as she gets her other knee into the small of his back and deepens the hold. They're close to the edge, though; $t. John is able to grab onto the bottom rope, forcing the break. The Woman of War relinquishes on the count of three, backing off to catch her breath. On the outside, Alejandro encourages her on.
$t. John sticks to the ropes, keeping to the edge of the ring as he spares a few harsh words for Isabella's beau. Her face twisting in rage, the woman comes forward and misses a full-rotation roundhouse kick, allowing her slippery foe to get behind her. He looks to be fighting for the finish with a sleeper hold, perhaps trying for the Million Dollar Dream, but Isabella jams her heel into his right ankle and twists him off-balance. Reacting quickly, he instead drops a guillotine elbow across the ex-marine's throat, driving her to the mat and hooking the leg.
ONE
KICKOUT!
Isabella throws him off and reverses the pin, pushing his face against the mat with one hand!
ONE
TW-- NO!
Bucking his hips, Marcu$ is able to roll out, seizing the offending wrist to bring Isabella to her feet in an arm wringer. He works the hold for a few moments as she clutches at her shoulder, trying to work an escape. Alejandro slaps the apron, shouting advice to his partner, who nods quickly and then dives into a somersault that both relieves and reverses the pressure. She comes up roaring, a surge of effort and main strength dragging her opponent up and over her shoulders. Turnabout is fair play, as she takes two steps into the center of the ring and then hits a massive GTS!
Watson: WHAT A MOVE BY ISABELLA!
Sydney: Can she capitalize on it?!
Isabella doesn't make the pin, instead she retreats back, regaining her composure in the corner as she watches $t. John rise groggily to his feet. He's down but not out, though, shaking it off with a violent whip of his head before pointing straight down the line at La Belicista. She nods in response, and jabs two fingers at her own eyes. Their mutual intent plain, the two close in and each grab the other by the back of the head, exploding into a hockey fight that sends a burble of rising heat through the capacity crowd.
It's the ex-marine who gains the upper hand first, seizing a clinch and dragging the Mogul down for a knee to the jaw. He recoils, and launches into a spinning heel kick that doubles La Belicista. In a beautiful show of athleticism, $t. John tumbles over her back, landing in a crouch and hitting a chop block that sends the woman sprawling. She pushes herself upright with clear frustration as her foe places his back to the corner post and ekes out a predatory smirk.
She's caught short before she can fully find her feet! Marcu$ springs from the corner into a double-footed Money Stomp, driving her chest-first to the mat. Winded, Isabella is mounted, and stiff punches to the head follow before $t. John floats over and picks her up into position for a suplex. Not to be denied this deep into the match, La Belicista fights back with punches to the midsection, and tries to pull away...
$t. John tightens his grip, turns the pair of them away from the official, and fires back with a knee right between the legs! Isabella's pain is silent but profound, and he HAULS her up--
--and back down onto both knees, destroying her midsection as he nails the Bankrupt! Eyes wide, frantic, the Paramount Border Patrol dives atop Isabella for the pin, hooking the leg!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, MARCU$ $T. JOHN!
Surging to his feet, the Young Mogul is laughing, his arms open and head flung back as he turns a circle of the ring. Masking his clear relief at this narrow victory with bravado, he climbs atop the turnbuckle and beats on his chest, pointing out to the crowd who give a decidedly mixed response. Grinning ear-to-ear, he slips down and allows Matt Mercer to lift his arm.
Watson: On several occasions, 'La Belicista' showed just how much she has learned in this past year and almost had her opponent's number, but Marcu$ $t. John did what he does best and looks to cement his ongoing legacy here on Paramount with a shot at the North American title.
Sydney: Oh, you love to see it! That was masterful work by the self-proclaimed Border Patrol. Isabella did all she could, but in the end, you have to agree that the right man won this, Tim.
Isabella is on her knees, visibly shaken, directing a sullen stare at $t. John's back as he slides out of the ring to spend time with his children, who sit in the front row. He can be seen telling them something, gesticulating back at La Belicista, who shakes her head and rises angrily to her feet, turning away from him to lean against the ring ropes near Alejandro.
Watson: What a season premier it has been folks! We are TOTALLY out of time! Don't forget to join us in two weeks when we come to you live from Estadio Azteca, in Mexico City, Mexico as Paramount Wrestling kicks off its season long Stadium Tour! For Cid Sydney, I am Tim Watson. Good night from Daly City!
The camera fades on one last look at Marcu$ $t John who stands tall in the ring, taking in what is about to come at StrangleMania for him...
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Ibuki Ito
PARAMOUNT , Asriel Buzzard , NEVAEH
JFS & gang
TheSouthernExpress
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Calamity Nguyen
MATCH TWO
WRITER: Grace Holt
MATCH THREE
WRITER: Jason Rayne
MATCH FOUR
WRITER:Calamity Nguyen
MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
MATCH SIX
WRITER: Grace Holt
MATCH SEVEN| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Calamity Nguyen
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RECAP OF WINNERS
FATAL FOURWAY
WINNER FACES CW CHAMPION @paramount 17
Bathsheba (N/S)(PINNED) Vs Mark Keaton Vs Adriana Aquilla Vs Faith Rivers
WINNER: Faith Rivers
...
SINGLES MATCH
FOR THE CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Shaker Jones Vs James Keaton
WINNER: And STILL CW BROADCAST CHAMPION: James Keaton
...
SINGLES MATCH/X-DIVISION RULES
Jason Rayne Vs Amber Lisa Hall
WINNER: Amber Lisa Hall
...
SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH
Melody Malone Vs El Pablo
WINNER: Melody Malone
...
SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH
Gabrielle Visconty Vs Killjoy Ito
WINNER: Killjoy Ito
...
SINGLES MATCH
X-DIVISION RULES
WINNER FACES EL PABLO @ STRANGLEMANIA
Dalilah Ashe Vs Darius
WINNER: Darius
...
SINGLES MATCH
WINNER FACES JFS @ STRANGLEMANIA
Marcu$ $t. John Vs Isabella
WINNER: Marcu$ $t. John
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Marcu$ $t. John
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: "La Belicista" Isabella Vs Marcu$ $t. John
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