Post by PARAMOUNT on Apr 13, 2022 21:12:58 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 AT&T STADIUM tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the stadium as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Arlington 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.
** There's about to be an UPRISING!! **
EPISODE #18
EPISODE #18
APRIL 13TH, 2021
LIVE! from the AT&T STADIUM - ARLINGTON, TEXASWARNING: 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 AT&T STADIUM!
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 AT&T STADIUM tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the stadium as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Arlington 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, Johnny Malestrom,The Halo Syndicate, The Hawaiian Hunters, 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 AT&T Stadium with them here tonight. The Paramount Wrestling fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:
"EVEN PARAMOUNT IS BIGGER IN TEXAS!!!"
"ORANGE IS THE NEW GOLD STANDARD IN EWC!"
"THE FAITHFUL ARMY HAS ARRIVED IN TEXAS"
"LET THE BLOOD FLOW!!!"
"WHERE IN THE WORLD IS ROBBIE RAYDER?!"
"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: They say everything is bigger in Texas and they are not wrong as Paramount Wrestling brings its stadium tour to AT&T Stadium, home of "America's Team" The Dallas Cowboys! Welcome to Paramount Wrestling number EIGHTEEN! We are live in Arlington, Texas on the road to Paramount Wrestling's brand exclusive Pay Per View, UPRISING! I am Tim Watson, along with me as always is Cid Sydney. How the hell are you Cid?
Sydney: Before we go any further, I have to make one thing clear Tim. Fuck the Cowboys. Thank you.... Sorry to those watching on the CW, but to everyone joining us on EWC TV you know... Anyway, we are here in Texas for a MASSIVE show to lead us into UPRISING XXII which will take place two weeks from tonight at the Swamp, Ben Hill Griffin Stadium, in Gainesville, Florida! But before we get there, we have tons of action in store for you! "Remarkable" Mark Keaton was set to take on "Lo Dovino" Adriana Aquilla in an X-Division rules match, but he had to back out of that match, so Brock got on the phone and got us the FREAKING INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION himself... Xavier Reid!
Watson: Addy has her work cut out for her there, but then we see Newcomer Johnny Maelstrom take on Nevaeh in singles action before our first of TWO tag team matches of the night. The Sharpes, Prime's Saidie Sharpe and our very own North American Champion Jordan Freakin' Sharpe, team up for the first time ever to take on the HunterS, the team of FSW original Jason Hunter and his mother, former Undisputed champion and Hall of Famer, Ruthless Aggression, Ruthann Hunter!
Sydney: And then a first time ever match that I looking forward too as former North American champion Marcu$ $t. John takes on former United States champion and winner of this years Drake Memorial cup, Asriel Buzzard! Then its our second tag team showcase as The newly arrived Hawaiian Hunters take on the EWC World Tag Team Champions, The Southern Express
Watson: in our Semi-Main event we see Faith Rivers and her Faithful Army take on the EWC Undisputed champion Killjoy Ito and then "The Wicked" is looking for his SIXTH consecutive defense of the CW Broadcast championship as he takes on the other half of the Halo Syndicate, Carrie Samson!
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The camera cuts backstage where we find Paramount’s Lisa Goldrush.
Goldrush: Ladies and gentlemen please help me welcome at this time, ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love…
The boos ring out inside AT&T Stadium as the camera pulls back to show a smiling Tommy Love, who seems to be enjoying the boos from this sold out Arlington, Texas crowd. He shrugs as he looks into the camera to address the fans…
Love: Wha? You guys aren’t happy to see me?
Tommy laughs as he cups his ear to hear the boos and they become louder and louder as he mocks the crowd…
Love: Let me ask this, is this a Paramount thing…you know, let’s boo the Brawl and Rampage managers or is this a Texas thing and y’all still pissed that I once said Texans are uneducated rednecks that would fuck their sisters if they got a chance…
The boos become deafening as Tommy nods and smiles…
Love: Ok, this is a Paramount thing hazing the manager from another brand…I get it and I’m glad we cleared that up but listen…if it wasn’t for me then you guys wouldn’t have Buddy or Bunny Love and you wouldn’t have the Undisputed Champion Killjoy Ito and the Tag Team Champions The Southern Express…you should be thanking me, cheering me in fact…I’ve given Paramount so much and tonight I bring the International Champion to Paramount to fill a void here tonight…I mean Mark Keaton pulled out quicker than I ever have while with some random and Adriana Aquilla…if it wasn’t for me then you guys wouldn’t have a kick off match here tonight so maybe a little gratitude for old Tommy would be nice right…
The fans continue to boo and Tommy just waves them off.
Love: Yeah, I was right about Texans wasn’t I, you uneducated sister fuckers…I swear to God everything is bigger in Texas but your IQ’s…
Goldrush: Ok, I’m going to cut you off right here Tommy because as much as I’d love to see you get a Texas size butt kicking I don’t want to see these fan riot before our show even starts…Paramount #018 is going to be an amazing show and I’m not going to allow you to ruin it before it starts…
Love: Then why the hell did you ask me for this interview Lisa…
Goldrush: To address the elephant in the room Tommy…
Tommy smiles as he looks at Lisa…
Love: Ok, fine…I’ll take you back to my hotel after the show and show you my ‘Love Stick’...lucky for you I’m feeling generous plus have you seen the women of Texas…
Lisa looks like she’s about to get sick at just the thought of Tommy’s ‘Love Stick’ but she collects herself and moves on…
Goldrush: I am talking about Xavier Reid and his actions at Brawl #581 and at StrangleMania…many around the EWC think that Xavier’s lost his mind…the way he keeps yelling out Gabi’s name in the middle of his match with Iggy Swango at StrangleMania and the way he attacked Peach Gelato on Brawl and thought he was fighting Gabi…he doesn’t seem stable Tommy and many here in Paramount are openly wondering if Chris Brock should have canceled this match or found Adriana a new opponent due to Xavier’s instability of late…
Tommy rolls his eyes at Lisa and shakes his head…
Love: You and everyone else is making way too much of this…Xavier is fine…he got caught up in the moment and I blame Brawl’s GM Jim Connors…listen, we all saw Xavier get his shoulder up at Brawl #580 against Gabi yet Connors allowed the match to be called in Gabi’s favor and once against stole the International Championship away from Xavier and he short of snapped and I can’t blame him…he has given EVERYTHING to that championship and has had it ripped away from him TWICE now…it’s not right so everyone should cut him some slack…
Goldrush: But…
Love: But nothing…at StrangleMania he was in the heat of battle, had lost blood in that Barbed Wire Ladder match and maybe confused Iggy and Gabi once or twice…loss of blood will make you do crazy things and Jim Connors made that match so blame him…
Goldrush: And Peach…
Love: Connors had enough time to find an opponent for Xavier…just like Chris Brock did here tonight when Mark Keaton was unable to fight but Connors just scrapped the match and Xavier had come there to fight and fight he did…I was backstage, I saw the way Peach Gelato mocked Xavier, she crossed the line and Xavier let her have it…
Goldrush: HE THOUGHT HE WAS BEATING THE HELL OUT OF GABI…
Tommy is about to wave this allegation off but before he can do that Lisa Goldrush is slammed backwards against the wall by Xavier Reid…she drops the microphone as she tries to fight to get loose but Xavier has her by the shirt and she can’t go anywhere…
Reid: WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT ME GABI…HOW DARE YOU STALK ME TO PARAMOUNT AND ACCUSE ME OF ANYTHING…I BROKE YOU GABI AND I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL BREAK YOU AGAIN RIGHT HERE AND NOW!!!
Xavier pulls his right fist back as Lisa screams…Tommy is able to grab ahold of his arm as Paramount security rushes to the scene and pulls Xavier off of Lisa and away from her…Xavier tries to fight free as they drag him off…
Reid: I BROKE YOU GABI…I BROKE YOU…I BROKE YOU!!!
Tommy smiles and shrugs towards Lisa as security tends to her and gives a sign to move on and the camera fades out.
Goldrush: Ladies and gentlemen please help me welcome at this time, ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love…
The boos ring out inside AT&T Stadium as the camera pulls back to show a smiling Tommy Love, who seems to be enjoying the boos from this sold out Arlington, Texas crowd. He shrugs as he looks into the camera to address the fans…
Love: Wha? You guys aren’t happy to see me?
Tommy laughs as he cups his ear to hear the boos and they become louder and louder as he mocks the crowd…
Love: Let me ask this, is this a Paramount thing…you know, let’s boo the Brawl and Rampage managers or is this a Texas thing and y’all still pissed that I once said Texans are uneducated rednecks that would fuck their sisters if they got a chance…
The boos become deafening as Tommy nods and smiles…
Love: Ok, this is a Paramount thing hazing the manager from another brand…I get it and I’m glad we cleared that up but listen…if it wasn’t for me then you guys wouldn’t have Buddy or Bunny Love and you wouldn’t have the Undisputed Champion Killjoy Ito and the Tag Team Champions The Southern Express…you should be thanking me, cheering me in fact…I’ve given Paramount so much and tonight I bring the International Champion to Paramount to fill a void here tonight…I mean Mark Keaton pulled out quicker than I ever have while with some random and Adriana Aquilla…if it wasn’t for me then you guys wouldn’t have a kick off match here tonight so maybe a little gratitude for old Tommy would be nice right…
The fans continue to boo and Tommy just waves them off.
Love: Yeah, I was right about Texans wasn’t I, you uneducated sister fuckers…I swear to God everything is bigger in Texas but your IQ’s…
Goldrush: Ok, I’m going to cut you off right here Tommy because as much as I’d love to see you get a Texas size butt kicking I don’t want to see these fan riot before our show even starts…Paramount #018 is going to be an amazing show and I’m not going to allow you to ruin it before it starts…
Love: Then why the hell did you ask me for this interview Lisa…
Goldrush: To address the elephant in the room Tommy…
Tommy smiles as he looks at Lisa…
Love: Ok, fine…I’ll take you back to my hotel after the show and show you my ‘Love Stick’...lucky for you I’m feeling generous plus have you seen the women of Texas…
Lisa looks like she’s about to get sick at just the thought of Tommy’s ‘Love Stick’ but she collects herself and moves on…
Goldrush: I am talking about Xavier Reid and his actions at Brawl #581 and at StrangleMania…many around the EWC think that Xavier’s lost his mind…the way he keeps yelling out Gabi’s name in the middle of his match with Iggy Swango at StrangleMania and the way he attacked Peach Gelato on Brawl and thought he was fighting Gabi…he doesn’t seem stable Tommy and many here in Paramount are openly wondering if Chris Brock should have canceled this match or found Adriana a new opponent due to Xavier’s instability of late…
Tommy rolls his eyes at Lisa and shakes his head…
Love: You and everyone else is making way too much of this…Xavier is fine…he got caught up in the moment and I blame Brawl’s GM Jim Connors…listen, we all saw Xavier get his shoulder up at Brawl #580 against Gabi yet Connors allowed the match to be called in Gabi’s favor and once against stole the International Championship away from Xavier and he short of snapped and I can’t blame him…he has given EVERYTHING to that championship and has had it ripped away from him TWICE now…it’s not right so everyone should cut him some slack…
Goldrush: But…
Love: But nothing…at StrangleMania he was in the heat of battle, had lost blood in that Barbed Wire Ladder match and maybe confused Iggy and Gabi once or twice…loss of blood will make you do crazy things and Jim Connors made that match so blame him…
Goldrush: And Peach…
Love: Connors had enough time to find an opponent for Xavier…just like Chris Brock did here tonight when Mark Keaton was unable to fight but Connors just scrapped the match and Xavier had come there to fight and fight he did…I was backstage, I saw the way Peach Gelato mocked Xavier, she crossed the line and Xavier let her have it…
Goldrush: HE THOUGHT HE WAS BEATING THE HELL OUT OF GABI…
Tommy is about to wave this allegation off but before he can do that Lisa Goldrush is slammed backwards against the wall by Xavier Reid…she drops the microphone as she tries to fight to get loose but Xavier has her by the shirt and she can’t go anywhere…
Reid: WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT ME GABI…HOW DARE YOU STALK ME TO PARAMOUNT AND ACCUSE ME OF ANYTHING…I BROKE YOU GABI AND I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL BREAK YOU AGAIN RIGHT HERE AND NOW!!!
Xavier pulls his right fist back as Lisa screams…Tommy is able to grab ahold of his arm as Paramount security rushes to the scene and pulls Xavier off of Lisa and away from her…Xavier tries to fight free as they drag him off…
Reid: I BROKE YOU GABI…I BROKE YOU…I BROKE YOU!!!
Tommy smiles and shrugs towards Lisa as security tends to her and gives a sign to move on and the camera fades out.
SINGLES MATCH
X-DIVISION RULES
Adriana Aquilla
VS Xavier Reid
We return to ringside where Starr waits to call the opening bout.
Watson: We're about to kick off another exciting episode of PARAMOUNT wrestling. We are about to see an X-Division clash, but joining us on commentary for this one is the number one contender to the International title that sits around the waist of Xavier Reid, King Flip! Flip, welcome to Paramount!
King Flip: I'm just here to watch Reidy boy fight. Let's get to the match.
Starr: The following match is an X-Division match scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 120 pounds ... Lo Divino ADRIANA AAAQUILA!
"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 her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love, from New York, weighing in at 220 pounds ... He is the TRUE International Champion XAVIEEER REEEID!
The spotlights inside the arena start to flash around the crowd as 'Papercut' starts to play out. Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage in his new black trunk, kickpads and boots, his hands wrapped in black tape and from behind him ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love walks out. He walks to the front of the stage and crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest and smirks as Tommy walks out from behind him and acts as if he’s going to hit the camera with the ‘Love Stick’. Tommy points to the ring and Xavier walks towards the ring shadow boxing as he makes his way down the aisle. Xavier storms up the steps and climbs into the ring, Tommy follows suit and walks towards the referee, already complaining about something. Xavier storms across the ring to the opposite corner and jumps to the middle rope and looks over the crowd and once again crosses his arms into an X as Tommy pulls out some money and tries to bribe the official who walks away as Tommy laughs. Xavier jumps down and squats down in the corner waiting for the bell.
Reid and Aquilla come together in the center of the ring for a grapple for supremacy in the opening moments of the bout. Reid easily gains control and whips Adriana into the ropes. Lo Divino has other plans, however, and leaps to the middle rope. Springboard clothesline takes Reid off his feet. He quickly shuffles back up and gets smacked right in the face with an Aquilla dropkick. Once again, Reid is swiftly back on his feet. Lo Divino superkick! Reid is down. Tommy Love is flabbergasted, the fans are erupting in jubilation for Lo Divino, and Adriana Aquilla is looking to put this one away quickly. She ascends to the top turnbuckle. Picture perfect moonsault... but no! Reidy gets the knees up and Aquilla's ribcage meets them on the mat. Adriana exclaims in pain as she rolls right out of the ring, giving Reid a moment of respite. Tommy Love is barking orders from ringside. Xavier looks at him with a smile as he slides out to meet Aquilla. Adriana greets him with rapid-fire forearms to the face as the crowd just explodes in joy. She takes Reid to task with forearm after forearm as they reach the steel steps but the International Champion gets another knee to the ribs to stop the onslaught. He takes her by the back of the head and rams her face into the steel. Then he does it again. Then one more time does Adriana's face meets the top of the steel steps as Reidy just smiles and absorbs the heavy boos and jeers from the audience.
Watson: Xavier Reid showing us why is a THREE TIME International champion, and a former TWO TIME X-Division champion.
Sydney: Yea, but a noggin to the steps isn't exactly extreme is it? WHERE'S THE BLOOD?!
King Flip: Aquilla absolutely cannot let Reid take control if she doesn't want the Visconty treatment here, boys.
Reid is toying with Aquilla now, giving her light boots to the back of the head as she tries to crawl away. He makes eye contact with Flip at commentary, who sits up with his arms agape, but Reid just shakes his head and continues the disrespectful assault. The boots start coming down a little harder as Adriana reaches the guardrail and uses it to gain a vertical position. Aquilla nails Reid in the ribs with an elbow, but Reid claps back with an absolutely vicious SLAP across Adriana's face. Lo Divino doesn't relent. Instead, the slap seems to wake her up. She catches Reid off-guard and is able to connect with yet another stiff forearm to the face and follows up by taking him out at the legs. Lo Divino scoops Reid by the thighs and drops him onto his back on the thinly-padded concrete. Out of desperation she goes for the Divination submission maneuver, grappling his legs and twisting him around onto his chest. She nearly has the submission locked in in a seated position when Reid is able to power out of it. He sends her face first into the guardrail and tears his legs away before any serious damage can be done. She holds herself on the guardrail, heaving, as Reid slowly gets to his feet. Then, in another desperation maneuver, she leaps onto the guardrail and connects with a moonsault on the outside. Both opponents are down on the concrete as the crowd once again erupts in jubilation.
King Flip: Yes! That's what I'm talkin' about! Stay on him, Adriana. You've got this.
Watson: DIOS MIO! Adriana Aquilla could have killed her self if she had missed that guardrail!
Sydney: This is the good shit right here Tim! FEED ME MORE!
Aquilla is first to roll into the ring to regain her bearings. Reid is in a seated position outside the ring checking his head for blood with Tommy Love yelling at him to get back on the offensive. Xavier gets to his feet just as Adriana has already gotten to hers and has run to bounce off the opposite ropes. Tommy is still pep talking the International Champion when they both look to the sky. Reid can only throw up his arms as its too late to move. Air Addy! Adriana Aquilla successfully suicide dives onto both men, taking them off their feet and down to the concrete hard. Aquilla swiftly returns to her feet and lifts Reid up, sliding him into the ring. She takes only a second to absorb all the adoration from the crowd before sliding in herself. Tommy is just able to pull himself up as she enters the ring, leaping forward and grabbing her by the boot so she can't pin the International Champion. She thrusts both of her boots into him and sends him rolling off ringside. This is just long enough, unfortunately, as Reid is shakily on one knee as Addy stands in the ring. He ducks a Divine Wizard attempt and connects with a ranheim maker as Adriana turns around. Reid hits the ropes and executes a nasty punt to the head of Adriana Aquilla. She appears completely out of it but he's not done there. He lifts her arms up and begins raining down hard boots to the chest and face of Lo Divino in what he calls the Fuck You Stomp. The chorus of jeers is nearly deafening as he grins and goes to his knees to lift both of his opponent's legs for the pinfall.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Starr: And your winner, via...
Starr is unable to finish her sentence as Love has slid a chair into the ring. He's yelling at Reid to continue. Senior referee Matt Mercer pleads to deaf ears as Reid takes the chair and places it around Lo Divino's face. The crowd is booing. The referee is adamantly protesting. Xavier Reid smiles as he stands up, grabbing the arms of Aquilla and delivers the most heinous Fuck You Stomp in recent history. Vicious boot after boot comes raining down onto the chair-sandwiched face of his defeated opponent. Matt Mercer has seen enough and motions for the bell to be rung again as he proceeds to inform Starr and the other officials ringside of his decision.
Watson: THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!!! Xavier Reid snapped after the bell, folks. he won this match and then absolutely lost his damn mind
Sydney: He told the World leading up to this match that he would deliver the most heinous stomp ever tonight. Unfortunately he followed through with that promise. Even I have a limit Tim, and I think that just about hit it.
King Flip: Excuse me, boys.
Reid doesn't seem to care after the damage is done. Several medical professionals rush the ring to check on Adriana. King Flip leaves the commentary booth to do the same. Reid is exiting the ring as Flip slides in. Xavier stops and turns around one last time with a smile on his face, but it's quickly wiped off! THWACK! The crowd erupts as Flip nails Reid in the face with the chair, sending him off the ring apron and rolling on the concrete. Tommy Love points and yells but THWACK! Flip throws the chair at him. Love stumbles back into Reid as several officials pour out of the backstage area to get between the two future competitors. Flip returns to Addy, making sure she's alright. He helps her to her feet and raises her hand with Matt Mercer raising the other. A huge pop for Adriana Aquilla as Reid and Love retreat the scene with their International Championship.
Watson: I never thought I would say this, but thank you Flip! What a show of respect by King Flip here tonight!
Sydney: Xavier Reid cannot get away with the Tim. Something has GOT to be done about this mad man!
Watson: Folks, we will keep you updated on the condition of Adriana Aquilla. Up next we have Johnny Malestrom taking on Nevaeh! We'll be right back!
Camera cuts to ...
Watson: We're about to kick off another exciting episode of PARAMOUNT wrestling. We are about to see an X-Division clash, but joining us on commentary for this one is the number one contender to the International title that sits around the waist of Xavier Reid, King Flip! Flip, welcome to Paramount!
King Flip: I'm just here to watch Reidy boy fight. Let's get to the match.
Starr: The following match is an X-Division match scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 120 pounds ... Lo Divino ADRIANA AAAQUILA!
"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 her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love, from New York, weighing in at 220 pounds ... He is the TRUE International Champion XAVIEEER REEEID!
The spotlights inside the arena start to flash around the crowd as 'Papercut' starts to play out. Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage in his new black trunk, kickpads and boots, his hands wrapped in black tape and from behind him ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love walks out. He walks to the front of the stage and crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest and smirks as Tommy walks out from behind him and acts as if he’s going to hit the camera with the ‘Love Stick’. Tommy points to the ring and Xavier walks towards the ring shadow boxing as he makes his way down the aisle. Xavier storms up the steps and climbs into the ring, Tommy follows suit and walks towards the referee, already complaining about something. Xavier storms across the ring to the opposite corner and jumps to the middle rope and looks over the crowd and once again crosses his arms into an X as Tommy pulls out some money and tries to bribe the official who walks away as Tommy laughs. Xavier jumps down and squats down in the corner waiting for the bell.
DING DING DING
Reid and Aquilla come together in the center of the ring for a grapple for supremacy in the opening moments of the bout. Reid easily gains control and whips Adriana into the ropes. Lo Divino has other plans, however, and leaps to the middle rope. Springboard clothesline takes Reid off his feet. He quickly shuffles back up and gets smacked right in the face with an Aquilla dropkick. Once again, Reid is swiftly back on his feet. Lo Divino superkick! Reid is down. Tommy Love is flabbergasted, the fans are erupting in jubilation for Lo Divino, and Adriana Aquilla is looking to put this one away quickly. She ascends to the top turnbuckle. Picture perfect moonsault... but no! Reidy gets the knees up and Aquilla's ribcage meets them on the mat. Adriana exclaims in pain as she rolls right out of the ring, giving Reid a moment of respite. Tommy Love is barking orders from ringside. Xavier looks at him with a smile as he slides out to meet Aquilla. Adriana greets him with rapid-fire forearms to the face as the crowd just explodes in joy. She takes Reid to task with forearm after forearm as they reach the steel steps but the International Champion gets another knee to the ribs to stop the onslaught. He takes her by the back of the head and rams her face into the steel. Then he does it again. Then one more time does Adriana's face meets the top of the steel steps as Reidy just smiles and absorbs the heavy boos and jeers from the audience.
Watson: Xavier Reid showing us why is a THREE TIME International champion, and a former TWO TIME X-Division champion.
Sydney: Yea, but a noggin to the steps isn't exactly extreme is it? WHERE'S THE BLOOD?!
King Flip: Aquilla absolutely cannot let Reid take control if she doesn't want the Visconty treatment here, boys.
Reid is toying with Aquilla now, giving her light boots to the back of the head as she tries to crawl away. He makes eye contact with Flip at commentary, who sits up with his arms agape, but Reid just shakes his head and continues the disrespectful assault. The boots start coming down a little harder as Adriana reaches the guardrail and uses it to gain a vertical position. Aquilla nails Reid in the ribs with an elbow, but Reid claps back with an absolutely vicious SLAP across Adriana's face. Lo Divino doesn't relent. Instead, the slap seems to wake her up. She catches Reid off-guard and is able to connect with yet another stiff forearm to the face and follows up by taking him out at the legs. Lo Divino scoops Reid by the thighs and drops him onto his back on the thinly-padded concrete. Out of desperation she goes for the Divination submission maneuver, grappling his legs and twisting him around onto his chest. She nearly has the submission locked in in a seated position when Reid is able to power out of it. He sends her face first into the guardrail and tears his legs away before any serious damage can be done. She holds herself on the guardrail, heaving, as Reid slowly gets to his feet. Then, in another desperation maneuver, she leaps onto the guardrail and connects with a moonsault on the outside. Both opponents are down on the concrete as the crowd once again erupts in jubilation.
King Flip: Yes! That's what I'm talkin' about! Stay on him, Adriana. You've got this.
Watson: DIOS MIO! Adriana Aquilla could have killed her self if she had missed that guardrail!
Sydney: This is the good shit right here Tim! FEED ME MORE!
Aquilla is first to roll into the ring to regain her bearings. Reid is in a seated position outside the ring checking his head for blood with Tommy Love yelling at him to get back on the offensive. Xavier gets to his feet just as Adriana has already gotten to hers and has run to bounce off the opposite ropes. Tommy is still pep talking the International Champion when they both look to the sky. Reid can only throw up his arms as its too late to move. Air Addy! Adriana Aquilla successfully suicide dives onto both men, taking them off their feet and down to the concrete hard. Aquilla swiftly returns to her feet and lifts Reid up, sliding him into the ring. She takes only a second to absorb all the adoration from the crowd before sliding in herself. Tommy is just able to pull himself up as she enters the ring, leaping forward and grabbing her by the boot so she can't pin the International Champion. She thrusts both of her boots into him and sends him rolling off ringside. This is just long enough, unfortunately, as Reid is shakily on one knee as Addy stands in the ring. He ducks a Divine Wizard attempt and connects with a ranheim maker as Adriana turns around. Reid hits the ropes and executes a nasty punt to the head of Adriana Aquilla. She appears completely out of it but he's not done there. He lifts her arms up and begins raining down hard boots to the chest and face of Lo Divino in what he calls the Fuck You Stomp. The chorus of jeers is nearly deafening as he grins and goes to his knees to lift both of his opponent's legs for the pinfall.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via...
Starr is unable to finish her sentence as Love has slid a chair into the ring. He's yelling at Reid to continue. Senior referee Matt Mercer pleads to deaf ears as Reid takes the chair and places it around Lo Divino's face. The crowd is booing. The referee is adamantly protesting. Xavier Reid smiles as he stands up, grabbing the arms of Aquilla and delivers the most heinous Fuck You Stomp in recent history. Vicious boot after boot comes raining down onto the chair-sandwiched face of his defeated opponent. Matt Mercer has seen enough and motions for the bell to be rung again as he proceeds to inform Starr and the other officials ringside of his decision.
DING DING DING
Starr: As a result of disqualification after the match, senior referee Matt Mercer has overturned his decision. This means that the winner of the contest, via disqualification... ADRIANA AAAQUIIILLA!!!Watson: THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!!! Xavier Reid snapped after the bell, folks. he won this match and then absolutely lost his damn mind
Sydney: He told the World leading up to this match that he would deliver the most heinous stomp ever tonight. Unfortunately he followed through with that promise. Even I have a limit Tim, and I think that just about hit it.
King Flip: Excuse me, boys.
Reid doesn't seem to care after the damage is done. Several medical professionals rush the ring to check on Adriana. King Flip leaves the commentary booth to do the same. Reid is exiting the ring as Flip slides in. Xavier stops and turns around one last time with a smile on his face, but it's quickly wiped off! THWACK! The crowd erupts as Flip nails Reid in the face with the chair, sending him off the ring apron and rolling on the concrete. Tommy Love points and yells but THWACK! Flip throws the chair at him. Love stumbles back into Reid as several officials pour out of the backstage area to get between the two future competitors. Flip returns to Addy, making sure she's alright. He helps her to her feet and raises her hand with Matt Mercer raising the other. A huge pop for Adriana Aquilla as Reid and Love retreat the scene with their International Championship.
Watson: I never thought I would say this, but thank you Flip! What a show of respect by King Flip here tonight!
Sydney: Xavier Reid cannot get away with the Tim. Something has GOT to be done about this mad man!
Watson: Folks, we will keep you updated on the condition of Adriana Aquilla. Up next we have Johnny Malestrom taking on Nevaeh! We'll be right back!
Camera cuts to ...
The camera cuts backstage and inside AT&T Stadium where we find Paramount’s Lisa Goldrush as she stands by waiting for her next interview. She looks down at her watch and when she looks up she sees Bunny Love turning the corner alone.
Goldrush: Bunny, where are Bobby and Jimmy? I was told to be here right at this moment…
Bunny shakes her head as she looks behind her.
Love: Oh they are coming…it’s just taking them a few extra mins…
Bunny rolls her eyes and then Lisa gets it.
Goldrush: Oh…this is a bit isn’t it?
Bunny nods as the two look down the hallway and wait as Bobby and Jimmy come around the corner walking with the air of walkers. They both use the walkers, which have tennis balls on the end of them to protect the floods, to aid them as the head towards the two ladies.
Goldrush: All this because Jack and David Hunter called them ‘old’...
Love: Pretty much…
Bobby and Jimmy continue to make their way towards Lisa and Bunny, slowly and steady as if they are the decrepit elderly The Hawaiian Hunters made them out to be.
Goldrush: They are really going to milk this aren’t they?
Love: Oh yeah, it took them all morning to find those walkers and look at what they’re wearing around their necks…
As the tag team champions come a bit closer the camera pick up the pair are wearing Handicap badges around their necks…
Goldrush: Oh…because they are old, cute…where did they get those?
Jimmy smiles and yells out…
Lane: Stole them from the lady at the hotel and Bobby found his hanging from a rear view mirror at the 7-11…
Bobby elbows Jimmy and gives him that look as if to say, ‘shut up’ and Jimmy quickly realizes he let slip something he shouldn’t have…
Lane: I mean…we got them because we are old missy…
Jimmy gives them a wink as Bunny shakes her head.
Rose: Oh don’t mind my friend Jimmy here, he’s old and has no idea what he’s saying…
Lane: Yeah…I’m so old I can’t have anything I say being taken seriously…
Rose: You’re right Jimmy, all anyone can say is ‘aww, that old dude is so sweet’...
Jimmy smiles as both him and Bobby finally reach Lisa and Bunny and Jimmy looks at Lisa…
Lane: Well damn missy, I’d like to wear your thighs like earmuffs…”
Jimmy’s smile widens as he winks at Lisa who is taken aback by Jimmy’s comment but right on que…
Love: AWW…that old dude is so sweet…
Bobby nods and laughs as Bunny plays along with her part but Lisa isn’t having it/
Goldrush: Ok, enough…we get it, The Hawaiian Hunters fell into the same trap a lot of people do when facing the two of you, they played the ‘they are old card’...we get it but can we please lose the props and get serious…
Lane: Did you know I used to be an astronaut Lisa, boy I’d kill for one last mission to explore Uranus…
As Jimmy laughs and holds up his hand for a high five from Bobby Lisa smacks Jimmy across the face and then looks at him…
Goldrush: Are you done?
Jimmy nods and chucks the walker off to the side as he removes his Handicap badge and hands it to Bunny.
Lane: Yeah, all done here Bunny, could you please give that back to Peggie when we get back to the hotel…
Bobby shrugs and drops his walker to the ground and removed his badge and hands it to a staffer…
Rose: Here kid, mail that back to the Arlington DMV or something…Lisa, tonight we take on a team popping their Paramount cherries and in most cases we’d try and be gent…
Goldrush: NO…no, no, no…
Lane: Ok, how about this, Lisa tonight…
But Lisa holds up her hand at Jimmy and looks at Bunny…
Love: Hi there, want me to speak on the team’s behalf?
Goldrush: Yes please…
Love: Jack and David thought it would be in their best interest to open their mouths and speak and that wasn’t the best idea for them…see they may be veterans in this business but they made a rookie ass mistake in not doing their homework the second they stepped foot into the EWC…had they done so they wouldn’t have been stupid enough to assume the EWC Tag Team Division is ‘poor’ because Bobby and Jimmy are it’s champions…
Lane: Yeah, you know what happens when you assume…
Goldrush: NO…no, no…you two are on a segment time out…the ladies are speaking now…
Love: The EWC Tag Team Division is made up of some of the best CHAMPIONS this company has to offer!!! I don’t know how they did things win Action Wrestling or Thunder Pro Wrestling but here in the EWC but tag team wrestling is taken seriously around here and I’d venture to say that any of the teams in our division could go ANYWHERE in this business and claim tag team championship gold…it’s just that Bobby and Jimmy are so damn good at what they do they have had a stranglehold on the EWC Tag Team Championships and that’s not about to chance just because The Hunter Clan decided to join our ranks…
Bobby and Jimmy nods and hold up the EWC Tag Team Championship belts…
Love: Not only did these two piss on us but they pissed on Ace King, El Pablo, Xavier Reid, Samantha Hamilton, Stitches, Nevaeh, Eddie Dozier, Tyler Bradford, Callie Clark, Melody Malone, Iggy Swango, Gabi Visconty, Candy, Jordan Sharpe, Faith Rivers, Jamie Love and the list goes on and on because Bobby and Jimmy have beaten almost everyone that’s mattered in this company…they have beaten the best this company has to offer and had dipshit 1 and dipshit 2 done even the slightest bit of research on who they were stepping into the ring with they would have seen that but they didn’t…they mailed it in and are showing up to Paramount #018 unprepared about what’s about to go down…these two…
Bunny points at Bobby and Jimmy…
Love: Are bringing their Farewell Tour to Jerry’s World for a TEXAS size goodbye to the great people of Arlington and we aren’t about to let The Hawaiian Hunter by way of Florday ruin our goodbye…
Bunny smirks before extending her arm and hitting the camera with the middle finger…
She holds the bird for a moment before walking off screen and Bobby and Jimmy chase off after her but not before Jimmy looks back at Lisa and gives her a little wink and smiles…
Goldrush: Bunny, where are Bobby and Jimmy? I was told to be here right at this moment…
Bunny shakes her head as she looks behind her.
Love: Oh they are coming…it’s just taking them a few extra mins…
Bunny rolls her eyes and then Lisa gets it.
Goldrush: Oh…this is a bit isn’t it?
Bunny nods as the two look down the hallway and wait as Bobby and Jimmy come around the corner walking with the air of walkers. They both use the walkers, which have tennis balls on the end of them to protect the floods, to aid them as the head towards the two ladies.
Goldrush: All this because Jack and David Hunter called them ‘old’...
Love: Pretty much…
Bobby and Jimmy continue to make their way towards Lisa and Bunny, slowly and steady as if they are the decrepit elderly The Hawaiian Hunters made them out to be.
Goldrush: They are really going to milk this aren’t they?
Love: Oh yeah, it took them all morning to find those walkers and look at what they’re wearing around their necks…
As the tag team champions come a bit closer the camera pick up the pair are wearing Handicap badges around their necks…
Goldrush: Oh…because they are old, cute…where did they get those?
Jimmy smiles and yells out…
Lane: Stole them from the lady at the hotel and Bobby found his hanging from a rear view mirror at the 7-11…
Bobby elbows Jimmy and gives him that look as if to say, ‘shut up’ and Jimmy quickly realizes he let slip something he shouldn’t have…
Lane: I mean…we got them because we are old missy…
Jimmy gives them a wink as Bunny shakes her head.
Rose: Oh don’t mind my friend Jimmy here, he’s old and has no idea what he’s saying…
Lane: Yeah…I’m so old I can’t have anything I say being taken seriously…
Rose: You’re right Jimmy, all anyone can say is ‘aww, that old dude is so sweet’...
Jimmy smiles as both him and Bobby finally reach Lisa and Bunny and Jimmy looks at Lisa…
Lane: Well damn missy, I’d like to wear your thighs like earmuffs…”
Jimmy’s smile widens as he winks at Lisa who is taken aback by Jimmy’s comment but right on que…
Love: AWW…that old dude is so sweet…
Bobby nods and laughs as Bunny plays along with her part but Lisa isn’t having it/
Goldrush: Ok, enough…we get it, The Hawaiian Hunters fell into the same trap a lot of people do when facing the two of you, they played the ‘they are old card’...we get it but can we please lose the props and get serious…
Lane: Did you know I used to be an astronaut Lisa, boy I’d kill for one last mission to explore Uranus…
As Jimmy laughs and holds up his hand for a high five from Bobby Lisa smacks Jimmy across the face and then looks at him…
Goldrush: Are you done?
Jimmy nods and chucks the walker off to the side as he removes his Handicap badge and hands it to Bunny.
Lane: Yeah, all done here Bunny, could you please give that back to Peggie when we get back to the hotel…
Bobby shrugs and drops his walker to the ground and removed his badge and hands it to a staffer…
Rose: Here kid, mail that back to the Arlington DMV or something…Lisa, tonight we take on a team popping their Paramount cherries and in most cases we’d try and be gent…
Goldrush: NO…no, no, no…
Lane: Ok, how about this, Lisa tonight…
But Lisa holds up her hand at Jimmy and looks at Bunny…
Love: Hi there, want me to speak on the team’s behalf?
Goldrush: Yes please…
Love: Jack and David thought it would be in their best interest to open their mouths and speak and that wasn’t the best idea for them…see they may be veterans in this business but they made a rookie ass mistake in not doing their homework the second they stepped foot into the EWC…had they done so they wouldn’t have been stupid enough to assume the EWC Tag Team Division is ‘poor’ because Bobby and Jimmy are it’s champions…
Lane: Yeah, you know what happens when you assume…
Goldrush: NO…no, no…you two are on a segment time out…the ladies are speaking now…
Love: The EWC Tag Team Division is made up of some of the best CHAMPIONS this company has to offer!!! I don’t know how they did things win Action Wrestling or Thunder Pro Wrestling but here in the EWC but tag team wrestling is taken seriously around here and I’d venture to say that any of the teams in our division could go ANYWHERE in this business and claim tag team championship gold…it’s just that Bobby and Jimmy are so damn good at what they do they have had a stranglehold on the EWC Tag Team Championships and that’s not about to chance just because The Hunter Clan decided to join our ranks…
Bobby and Jimmy nods and hold up the EWC Tag Team Championship belts…
Love: Not only did these two piss on us but they pissed on Ace King, El Pablo, Xavier Reid, Samantha Hamilton, Stitches, Nevaeh, Eddie Dozier, Tyler Bradford, Callie Clark, Melody Malone, Iggy Swango, Gabi Visconty, Candy, Jordan Sharpe, Faith Rivers, Jamie Love and the list goes on and on because Bobby and Jimmy have beaten almost everyone that’s mattered in this company…they have beaten the best this company has to offer and had dipshit 1 and dipshit 2 done even the slightest bit of research on who they were stepping into the ring with they would have seen that but they didn’t…they mailed it in and are showing up to Paramount #018 unprepared about what’s about to go down…these two…
Bunny points at Bobby and Jimmy…
Love: Are bringing their Farewell Tour to Jerry’s World for a TEXAS size goodbye to the great people of Arlington and we aren’t about to let The Hawaiian Hunter by way of Florday ruin our goodbye…
Bunny smirks before extending her arm and hitting the camera with the middle finger…
She holds the bird for a moment before walking off screen and Bobby and Jimmy chase off after her but not before Jimmy looks back at Lisa and gives her a little wink and smiles…
SINGLES MATCH
Johnny Malestrom
VS Nevaeh
We return to ringside where Matt Mercer is preparing for the next contest.
Watson: Here we go folks we have two Paramount stars getting ready to go at it.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from The Pleiades, weighing in at 210 pounds ... JOHNNY MAELSTROM!
The lights in the arena dim as the crowd quietens in anticipation of who is about to step through the curtain, immediately erupting in cheers when they hear “My Name Is Human” by Highly Suspect hit the speaker system. Fog machines and blue, orange and white strobe lights are in overdrive as “The Miracle” Johnny Maelstrom steps through the curtains, waving through the smoke and placing his right hand over his eyes, mask covering his mouth and hoodie over his head. Scoping the crowd out as they show approval for The One and Only. Johnny makes his way down the ramp slowly and confidently, bumping fists with each fan that throws their hands out.
Starr: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 124 pounds ... NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!
Once "Gasoline" by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard, Nevaeh comes walking out from the back to a chorus of boos. But judging by the smile on her face she doesn't seem to mind. As she makes her way down the aisle, Nevaeh does her best not to let anyone touch her along the way.
After walking up on the ring apron, Nevaeh strikes a pose and give her backside a little shake before stepping between the ropes. Once inside, she mouths off to the fans and paces the ring a bit as she waits for the match to begin.
Johnny steps into the center of the ring with his hand extended. Neaveah shakes her head as she charges at him and strikes with a flying knee strike. Johnny goes down as Neaveah gets him into a mount position and starts dropping multiple hands onto his face. Neaveah sits back while wrapping her legs around his arm. She goes to lie backwards but Johnny blocks it with a couple right hands to her shoulder.
She slowly loosens her grip as Johnny tosses her off him. Neaveh rolls through and pops back up to her feet. She comes back toward him only to get met with a dropkick.
Watson: Nevaeh with the momentum to start things off, but Johnny Maelstrom showing that he can adapt and overcome with that dropkick!
Sydney: He better bring that fire here tonight if he hopes to keep up with Nevaeh, Tim!
Neaveah drops as Johnny is back to a vertical position. Johnny picks Neaveah up and hooks his arm around her neck. After doing so, he pops his hips and throws her overhead with a suplex. Johnny kips himself back up, quickly climbs up to the second rope and leaps off them. Neaveh quickly rolls out of the way as Johnny hits the canvas hard.
Neaveah gets back up to her feet while kicking Johnny directly into the ribs. She does it again before picking him up and throwing him into the corner. She gives him a very hard slap across the face before tying him up into the ropes with All Tied Up.
Neaveah keeps the hold locked in before breaking it on the count four. She looks at Mercer before picking Johnny up and connecting with a running face crusher.
Watson: The wily veteran showing that she can overtake a match at any moment!
Sydney: Malestrom isn't don't yet, Tim!
Neaveah continues to slam Johnny's face into the canvas before grabbing him and locking him in the Gates of Hell. Matt Mercer is looking into Johnny's eyes wondering if he wants to give up. Johnny initially shakes his head before Neaveh pulls back as Johnny has no choice but to tap out.
Starr: And your winner, via submission NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!!
Neaveah keeps the hold on a little longer before finally letting go. She gets up to her feet and starts laughing. She rolls out of the ring and stands with her back towards the stage.
Watson: Johnny Maelstrom showed some promise but it just wasn't enough to take down Neaveah.
Sydney: Neaveah really made everyone take notice of her tonight. I feel sorry for Johnny but he will bounce back.
Neaveah watches as Johnny is starting to come too. She waves her hand a little before slowly walking back up the ramp.
Watson: Well folks, up next is the first of TWO tag team matches. Don't go anywhere, Paramount Wrestling will be right back!
Camera cuts to ...
Watson: Here we go folks we have two Paramount stars getting ready to go at it.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from The Pleiades, weighing in at 210 pounds ... JOHNNY MAELSTROM!
The lights in the arena dim as the crowd quietens in anticipation of who is about to step through the curtain, immediately erupting in cheers when they hear “My Name Is Human” by Highly Suspect hit the speaker system. Fog machines and blue, orange and white strobe lights are in overdrive as “The Miracle” Johnny Maelstrom steps through the curtains, waving through the smoke and placing his right hand over his eyes, mask covering his mouth and hoodie over his head. Scoping the crowd out as they show approval for The One and Only. Johnny makes his way down the ramp slowly and confidently, bumping fists with each fan that throws their hands out.
Starr: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 124 pounds ... NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!
Once "Gasoline" by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard, Nevaeh comes walking out from the back to a chorus of boos. But judging by the smile on her face she doesn't seem to mind. As she makes her way down the aisle, Nevaeh does her best not to let anyone touch her along the way.
After walking up on the ring apron, Nevaeh strikes a pose and give her backside a little shake before stepping between the ropes. Once inside, she mouths off to the fans and paces the ring a bit as she waits for the match to begin.
DING DING DING
Johnny steps into the center of the ring with his hand extended. Neaveah shakes her head as she charges at him and strikes with a flying knee strike. Johnny goes down as Neaveah gets him into a mount position and starts dropping multiple hands onto his face. Neaveah sits back while wrapping her legs around his arm. She goes to lie backwards but Johnny blocks it with a couple right hands to her shoulder.
She slowly loosens her grip as Johnny tosses her off him. Neaveh rolls through and pops back up to her feet. She comes back toward him only to get met with a dropkick.
Watson: Nevaeh with the momentum to start things off, but Johnny Maelstrom showing that he can adapt and overcome with that dropkick!
Sydney: He better bring that fire here tonight if he hopes to keep up with Nevaeh, Tim!
Neaveah drops as Johnny is back to a vertical position. Johnny picks Neaveah up and hooks his arm around her neck. After doing so, he pops his hips and throws her overhead with a suplex. Johnny kips himself back up, quickly climbs up to the second rope and leaps off them. Neaveh quickly rolls out of the way as Johnny hits the canvas hard.
Neaveah gets back up to her feet while kicking Johnny directly into the ribs. She does it again before picking him up and throwing him into the corner. She gives him a very hard slap across the face before tying him up into the ropes with All Tied Up.
Neaveah keeps the hold locked in before breaking it on the count four. She looks at Mercer before picking Johnny up and connecting with a running face crusher.
Watson: The wily veteran showing that she can overtake a match at any moment!
Sydney: Malestrom isn't don't yet, Tim!
Neaveah continues to slam Johnny's face into the canvas before grabbing him and locking him in the Gates of Hell. Matt Mercer is looking into Johnny's eyes wondering if he wants to give up. Johnny initially shakes his head before Neaveh pulls back as Johnny has no choice but to tap out.
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via submission NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!!
Neaveah keeps the hold on a little longer before finally letting go. She gets up to her feet and starts laughing. She rolls out of the ring and stands with her back towards the stage.
Watson: Johnny Maelstrom showed some promise but it just wasn't enough to take down Neaveah.
Sydney: Neaveah really made everyone take notice of her tonight. I feel sorry for Johnny but he will bounce back.
Neaveah watches as Johnny is starting to come too. She waves her hand a little before slowly walking back up the ramp.
Watson: Well folks, up next is the first of TWO tag team matches. Don't go anywhere, Paramount Wrestling will be right back!
Camera cuts to ...
The camera goes to Tim Watson and Cid Sydney sitting at the announcers table.
Watson: Ladies and gentlemen we saw an instant classic in the Main Event of StrangleMania when Ace King and Killjoy Ito stepped inside the Rage in the Cage after enduring 24 hours without food, water or light and they delivered a match the wrestling world is still talking about!!!
Sydney: Yeah, they are still talking about it because there wasn’t a clear winner of the match…listen did the two men go to war, of course but at the end of the night the match was undecided without a clear winner and THAT’S why the wrestling world is still talking about it!!!
Watson: I couldn’t disagree more with you partner, some of the greatest matches in the history of wrestling ended without a winner, how many time limit draws have we seen declared a 5-Star Match…
Sydney: Oh I could care less and don’t get me started on the star system…the only good thing about the StrangleMania outcome is that the Undisputed Championship is still on the shoulder of a Paramount wrestler…
Watson: That it is and for what it’s worth I gave Killjoy/Ace 5 Stars but Killjoy Ito retained the Undisputed Championship when he and Ace fell to the mat, both holding the championship and now he moves on to Uprising as the champion and set to defend against…
But before Tim can finish that sentence ‘Deeper Deeper’ plays out inside the AT&T Stadium to a rather big pop from the sold out crowd as ‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the massive stage with a smile on his face from ear to ear. He is followed by the EWC Undisputed Champion Killjoy Ito, who is dressed in a suit, the Undisputed Championship over his shoulder.
Watson: And the champion is here and tonight takes on a game challenger in Faith Rivers…
Sydney: Oh great, Faith Rivers…can we make that match a X-Division match so Killjoy can put us out of our misery?
Buddy waves out to the fans as he motions to Killjoy to head down to the ring and the pair make the long walk down the ramp as the Orange and White Paramount confetti falls from the ceiling in celebration of a returning champion.
Watson: I see Buddy has planned a parade here tonight in Arlington, Texas…
Sydney: And why not Tim, why shouldn’t they celebrate what you called a ‘5 Star match’?
Buddy and Killjoy make it ringside and as Killjoy enters the ring Buddy walks over to Isabella Starr and takes the microphone and joins Killjoy in the ring. He walks to the center of the ring and smiles.
Love: Well, well…well!!!
The crowd pops as Buddy soaks up the moment.
Love: Look who has returned to Paramount AND STILL THE EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!!!
Buddy quickly turns and points at Killjoy Ito as he slowly raises the Undisputed Championship to cheers from the Paramount crowd.
Love: And still the ACE of the EWC, just like I said he would…
Buddy jumps up and down in excitement as he turns and slaps the face of the Undisputed Championship a few times before turning and addressing the camera once again.
Love: We took the best Ace King had to offer and it wasn’t enough, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, we are in the midst of the Killjoy Ito Era here in the EWC and it’s going to be a GLORIOUS ERA here in the EWC!!!
This declaration is met with more of a mixed reaction from the crowd but Buddy just keeps moving on.
Love: Now we could have taken tonight off, rested our body and our minds like Ace King did on Rampage but we are here and ready for a fight as we step into the ring with the former three time TV Champion Faith Rivers…
There is a huge pop from Faith’s Army but Buddy laughs as he finds a few of her ‘soldiers’ sitting in the front row and walks over towards them and leans on the ropes.
Love: At Ease Soldiers…
Buddy mockingly solutes the fans in their camouflage Faith Rivers t-shirts.
Love: I’m glad your platoon could join us and that you could attend to boost up Faith’s morale…to be here to convince her that you haven’t given up on her and still believe in her…
Buddy waves them off as the boo him as he mocks them and walks back towards the center of the ring.
Love: We don’t have time to deal with Faith and her support group, in this business you either know you have it or you don’t and it’s clear that Faith doesn’t have it…I mean look at Faith and Killjoy, she got the main brand contract right out the gate while Killjoy had to claw his way up from the indies…Faith was given opportunity after opportunity here in the EWC and Killjoy had to fight for everything he got…the EWC invested in Faith and only the Love’s believed in Killjoy and look at them now…Faith is full of self doubt while Killjoy is the EWC Undisputed Champion…
The crowd boos Buddy as he takes a bow. He stands back up straight and smiles.
Love: My father always said people hate it when they tell the truth and I guess that’s the case but fear not loyal Faith supporters, you are not following a leader into another worthless fight, in fact Faith has a real purpose here tonight, she’s the tune up Killjoy needs before Uprising…
Buddy points to the X-Tron where the Uprising banner appears on the screen.
Love: As broken on April 6th’s Word from the Wolfe Pack the Undisputed Championship will be on the line at this year’s Uprising as Killjoy Ito will defend against this year’s Drake Memorial Cup winner Asriel Buzzard!!!
The fans cheer for Asriel and his accomplishment, as does Buddy as he tucks the microphone under his arm and gives Asriel a polite golf clap before taking the microphone back in his hand.
Love: Yes yes, give it up for Asriel, it was a monster win over Stitches, Queen Melody and the ‘Headhuntress’ Aiya and becoming the third winner of that prestigious award and lets up he doesn’t melt down the cup like Dominic Sanders did…
Buddy nods and mouths ‘please don’t do that’...
Love: What a huge win for Paramount’s biggest off-season addition and you are rewarded with an opportunity to step into the ring with the GREATEST THING going in the EWC today, Killjoy Ito…
Buddy points to Killjoy, who adjusts the Undisputed Championship on his shoulder.
Love: What an opportunity for you Asriel and I know the nerves must be going crazy inside you ever since this news broke but take a deep breath and relax, come out here at Uprising and do your best and trust me, nobody will think less of you when you fall to the wayside…nobody is expecting you to do what Ace King couldn’t do…
Buddy shrugs as he smiles.
Love: So just do your best Asriel and maybe Mr. Brock will reward you with a shot at the CW Broadcast Championship or maybe if you’re lucky the North American Championship down the road…
Buddy smiles and laughs but that’s quickly erased from his face as the first few notes of a familiar 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 crowd to a loud reception from the Texan crowd, holding a closed umbrella aloft, his expression blank.
As Asriel slowly approaches the ring, Buddy shifts around nervously and tells Killjoy not to worry, reassuring himself as much as Killjoy… Asriel circles the ring twice, staring at Killjoy the entire time and eventually making his way up the ring steps and standing on the apron.
He turns briefly to the crowd who cheer before he ducks through the ropes into the ring, his gaze not leaving Killjoy throughout. He marches to the middle of the ring and stares straight past Buddy Love.
Love: About time! You’ve certainly kept us waiting! Now, as I was saying…
Asriel puts his hand over the microphone and slowly moves it away from Buddy’s mouth, he eventually snatches it from him entirely and reaches into his jacket pocket. He pulls out his contract for a shot at the EWC Undisputed Championship and presses it into Buddy’s chest before turning away from him.
Asriel: You do the admin. I have unfinished business with this one…
He takes a half step past Buddy, leading to Killjoy lowering the Championship and clenching his fists. Buddy looks appalled and snatches the microphone back and shouts at Asriel from behind.
Love: THIS ONE?! You’re talking about the EWC Undisputed Champion… the best thing about Paramount, heck, the best thing about the whole EWC… a man who has done more in EWC than you can dream of and one of the reasons that YOU didn’t last to the end of Parabellum last year…
Buddy sneers.
Love: And you call him… THIS ONE?!
Asriel turns slowly and prods his umbrella into Buddy’s chest, backing him towards the corner of the ring before calmly taking the microphone out of his hands.
Asriel: … Shut the fuck up.
The crowd pops.
Asriel: You know what, friend, much of which you are saying is true. Perhaps it would be disrespectful if I was referring to your client like that… But I’m not talking about him.
Asriel’s gaze is firmly fixed on the EWC Undisputed Championship.
Asriel: That you, Killjoy Ito, are the current custodian of this prize is no more important to me than it was when Ace King held it or when a number of us contested it in the Insanity Cage. I don’t care which target I need to knock down to win the prize, what matters is the price itself… I’ve missed two shots at this target already, I daren’t miss a third.
Killjoy glares back at Asriel as he speaks, holding the Undisputed Championship firmly on his shoulder.
Asriel: You had to work with JFS to eliminate me from Parabellum, friend, but come Uprising, there will only be two of us in that ring. I know that you believe that you deserve this Championship, that you will dismiss me with ease… But know this…
Asriel stands almost nose to nose with Killjoy.
Asriel: I am inevitable. Come hell or high water, that title and the top of the mountain are coming to me. All you can do… is brace yourself.
Suddenly the house lights cut out and when they come back on, Killjoy Ito and Buddy Love are alone in the ring. They both look around for Asriel Buzzard before looking at the X-Tron where a message has appeared.
Watson: Ladies and gentlemen we saw an instant classic in the Main Event of StrangleMania when Ace King and Killjoy Ito stepped inside the Rage in the Cage after enduring 24 hours without food, water or light and they delivered a match the wrestling world is still talking about!!!
Sydney: Yeah, they are still talking about it because there wasn’t a clear winner of the match…listen did the two men go to war, of course but at the end of the night the match was undecided without a clear winner and THAT’S why the wrestling world is still talking about it!!!
Watson: I couldn’t disagree more with you partner, some of the greatest matches in the history of wrestling ended without a winner, how many time limit draws have we seen declared a 5-Star Match…
Sydney: Oh I could care less and don’t get me started on the star system…the only good thing about the StrangleMania outcome is that the Undisputed Championship is still on the shoulder of a Paramount wrestler…
Watson: That it is and for what it’s worth I gave Killjoy/Ace 5 Stars but Killjoy Ito retained the Undisputed Championship when he and Ace fell to the mat, both holding the championship and now he moves on to Uprising as the champion and set to defend against…
But before Tim can finish that sentence ‘Deeper Deeper’ plays out inside the AT&T Stadium to a rather big pop from the sold out crowd as ‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the massive stage with a smile on his face from ear to ear. He is followed by the EWC Undisputed Champion Killjoy Ito, who is dressed in a suit, the Undisputed Championship over his shoulder.
Watson: And the champion is here and tonight takes on a game challenger in Faith Rivers…
Sydney: Oh great, Faith Rivers…can we make that match a X-Division match so Killjoy can put us out of our misery?
Buddy waves out to the fans as he motions to Killjoy to head down to the ring and the pair make the long walk down the ramp as the Orange and White Paramount confetti falls from the ceiling in celebration of a returning champion.
Watson: I see Buddy has planned a parade here tonight in Arlington, Texas…
Sydney: And why not Tim, why shouldn’t they celebrate what you called a ‘5 Star match’?
Buddy and Killjoy make it ringside and as Killjoy enters the ring Buddy walks over to Isabella Starr and takes the microphone and joins Killjoy in the ring. He walks to the center of the ring and smiles.
Love: Well, well…well!!!
The crowd pops as Buddy soaks up the moment.
Love: Look who has returned to Paramount AND STILL THE EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!!!
Buddy quickly turns and points at Killjoy Ito as he slowly raises the Undisputed Championship to cheers from the Paramount crowd.
Love: And still the ACE of the EWC, just like I said he would…
Buddy jumps up and down in excitement as he turns and slaps the face of the Undisputed Championship a few times before turning and addressing the camera once again.
Love: We took the best Ace King had to offer and it wasn’t enough, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, we are in the midst of the Killjoy Ito Era here in the EWC and it’s going to be a GLORIOUS ERA here in the EWC!!!
This declaration is met with more of a mixed reaction from the crowd but Buddy just keeps moving on.
Love: Now we could have taken tonight off, rested our body and our minds like Ace King did on Rampage but we are here and ready for a fight as we step into the ring with the former three time TV Champion Faith Rivers…
There is a huge pop from Faith’s Army but Buddy laughs as he finds a few of her ‘soldiers’ sitting in the front row and walks over towards them and leans on the ropes.
Love: At Ease Soldiers…
Buddy mockingly solutes the fans in their camouflage Faith Rivers t-shirts.
Love: I’m glad your platoon could join us and that you could attend to boost up Faith’s morale…to be here to convince her that you haven’t given up on her and still believe in her…
Buddy waves them off as the boo him as he mocks them and walks back towards the center of the ring.
Love: We don’t have time to deal with Faith and her support group, in this business you either know you have it or you don’t and it’s clear that Faith doesn’t have it…I mean look at Faith and Killjoy, she got the main brand contract right out the gate while Killjoy had to claw his way up from the indies…Faith was given opportunity after opportunity here in the EWC and Killjoy had to fight for everything he got…the EWC invested in Faith and only the Love’s believed in Killjoy and look at them now…Faith is full of self doubt while Killjoy is the EWC Undisputed Champion…
The crowd boos Buddy as he takes a bow. He stands back up straight and smiles.
Love: My father always said people hate it when they tell the truth and I guess that’s the case but fear not loyal Faith supporters, you are not following a leader into another worthless fight, in fact Faith has a real purpose here tonight, she’s the tune up Killjoy needs before Uprising…
Buddy points to the X-Tron where the Uprising banner appears on the screen.
Love: As broken on April 6th’s Word from the Wolfe Pack the Undisputed Championship will be on the line at this year’s Uprising as Killjoy Ito will defend against this year’s Drake Memorial Cup winner Asriel Buzzard!!!
The fans cheer for Asriel and his accomplishment, as does Buddy as he tucks the microphone under his arm and gives Asriel a polite golf clap before taking the microphone back in his hand.
Love: Yes yes, give it up for Asriel, it was a monster win over Stitches, Queen Melody and the ‘Headhuntress’ Aiya and becoming the third winner of that prestigious award and lets up he doesn’t melt down the cup like Dominic Sanders did…
Buddy nods and mouths ‘please don’t do that’...
Love: What a huge win for Paramount’s biggest off-season addition and you are rewarded with an opportunity to step into the ring with the GREATEST THING going in the EWC today, Killjoy Ito…
Buddy points to Killjoy, who adjusts the Undisputed Championship on his shoulder.
Love: What an opportunity for you Asriel and I know the nerves must be going crazy inside you ever since this news broke but take a deep breath and relax, come out here at Uprising and do your best and trust me, nobody will think less of you when you fall to the wayside…nobody is expecting you to do what Ace King couldn’t do…
Buddy shrugs as he smiles.
Love: So just do your best Asriel and maybe Mr. Brock will reward you with a shot at the CW Broadcast Championship or maybe if you’re lucky the North American Championship down the road…
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 crowd to a loud reception from the Texan crowd, holding a closed umbrella aloft, his expression blank.
As Asriel slowly approaches the ring, Buddy shifts around nervously and tells Killjoy not to worry, reassuring himself as much as Killjoy… Asriel circles the ring twice, staring at Killjoy the entire time and eventually making his way up the ring steps and standing on the apron.
He turns briefly to the crowd who cheer before he ducks through the ropes into the ring, his gaze not leaving Killjoy throughout. He marches to the middle of the ring and stares straight past Buddy Love.
Love: About time! You’ve certainly kept us waiting! Now, as I was saying…
Asriel puts his hand over the microphone and slowly moves it away from Buddy’s mouth, he eventually snatches it from him entirely and reaches into his jacket pocket. He pulls out his contract for a shot at the EWC Undisputed Championship and presses it into Buddy’s chest before turning away from him.
Asriel: You do the admin. I have unfinished business with this one…
He takes a half step past Buddy, leading to Killjoy lowering the Championship and clenching his fists. Buddy looks appalled and snatches the microphone back and shouts at Asriel from behind.
Love: THIS ONE?! You’re talking about the EWC Undisputed Champion… the best thing about Paramount, heck, the best thing about the whole EWC… a man who has done more in EWC than you can dream of and one of the reasons that YOU didn’t last to the end of Parabellum last year…
Buddy sneers.
Love: And you call him… THIS ONE?!
Asriel turns slowly and prods his umbrella into Buddy’s chest, backing him towards the corner of the ring before calmly taking the microphone out of his hands.
Asriel: … Shut the fuck up.
The crowd pops.
Asriel: You know what, friend, much of which you are saying is true. Perhaps it would be disrespectful if I was referring to your client like that… But I’m not talking about him.
Asriel’s gaze is firmly fixed on the EWC Undisputed Championship.
Asriel: That you, Killjoy Ito, are the current custodian of this prize is no more important to me than it was when Ace King held it or when a number of us contested it in the Insanity Cage. I don’t care which target I need to knock down to win the prize, what matters is the price itself… I’ve missed two shots at this target already, I daren’t miss a third.
Killjoy glares back at Asriel as he speaks, holding the Undisputed Championship firmly on his shoulder.
Asriel: You had to work with JFS to eliminate me from Parabellum, friend, but come Uprising, there will only be two of us in that ring. I know that you believe that you deserve this Championship, that you will dismiss me with ease… But know this…
Asriel stands almost nose to nose with Killjoy.
Asriel: I am inevitable. Come hell or high water, that title and the top of the mountain are coming to me. All you can do… is brace yourself.
Suddenly the house lights cut out and when they come back on, Killjoy Ito and Buddy Love are alone in the ring. They both look around for Asriel Buzzard before looking at the X-Tron where a message has appeared.
TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
The Sharpes (Saidie & JFS)
VS The HunterS (Jason & Ruthann)
We return to the announce table with Tim and Cid.
Watson: What a match up that is going to be at UPRISING XXII! Up next, we have two families waging war for respect! It's The Sharpes on one side and the Hunters on the other. Who will come out on top? Let's go find out!
Starr: The following match is a tag team showcase! Joining us first, at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty pounds ... Saidie Sharpe ... Jordan Freakin' Sharpe ... THE SHARPES!
Jordan Sharpe comes out, wearing the newest JFS Officially Licensed T-Shirt. He's accompanied by Carley California, who steps to center stage and throws up a pose as the beat of 'You Ain't Ready' by Skillet blends seamlessly into 'The Greatest' by Sia, and to a second huge pop from the crowd, out comes Saidie Sharpe, hitting a fist bump with her uncle! They both turn to the crowd in unison, throwing their arms wide post-bump, and with a shared laugh continue down the ramp repeating the gesture with several members of the audience. Both pause to sign autographs on each side, before making their way into a ring to massive appreciation by the packed arena!
Starr: And their opponents, at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy pounds ... Ruthless Aggression ... Jason Hunter ... THE HUNTERS!
Burn It Down came over the speakers with Jason and Ruthann with their backs to the crowd wearing their leather red and gold black jackets with their name written across with their dragon face masks on walking out through the smoke together. They turn around on their heels as Jason moves his head to the music while Ruthann walks down the ramp to the music bit takes off the dragon masks. They get to the bottom Ruthann outside the ring while Jason gets up on the apron he looks around along with Ruthann as they both move their head at the same time with a bit of a smirk forming a X together raising it to the air. They then get inside of the ring taking off their jacket as they glare over over at their opponents inside of the ring.
Jordan and Saidie play a game of rock, paper, scissors, to decide who goes first, as Ruthann and Jason eye them warily. The Prince of Wrestling seems inclined to start off, but mom pulls rank and slides into the ring with a slap on his shoulder, just as Jordan wins the game on the other side. Glancing ringward, he shrugs and concedes to Saidie, who throws up her hands - as if to say, 'really? What was the point then?!' But she slides in gamely, all the same.
The crowd pop at what's a lowkey dream matchup, as Ruthann dances low across the ring and strikes out with kicks. Saidie hops back, coached by Jordan as she does her best to weather the opening storm by the veteran brawler. She's the first to strike true, too, managing to nail a kick to the midsection, and then spin around right into a Best Saidie Palm Thrust! Ruthann is knocked back, winded, nodding her appreciation of the blow as she resets her jaw with one hand. Saidie psyches herself up, stepping in to grapple with the older woman, who instantly gains the upper hand, kicks her in the gut, and plants her with a spinning sitout pedigree!
The crowd 'ooh' in mixed appreciation and sympathy, as Ruthann picks Saidie up and tenderizes her with a few stiff blows, before whipping her toward the turnbuckle. The younger Sharpe is dragged up top, and then Ruthann takes a couple steps away, framing her with her hands critically, an artist examining a masterpiece in the midst of its creation. The crowd pops before she even goes for the move - but go for it she does, stepping up into a top-rope Huracanrana that absolutely launches Saidie! Ruthann almost goes for the cover, but steps past and tags Jason instead.
The younger Hunter comes in hot, leaping right into a spinning elbow drop that rocks the downed Saidie. She flops over, gripping the mat with her hands, and as he grabs her by the ankles she fights back, able to whip a boot across his face and then dive toward Jordan, who is leaning out, shaking head to toe in preparation for the tag. Saidie's hand slaps his--
--and Jordan Freakin' Sharpe enters the mat a house on fire, wiping out Jason with a rapid-fire punch combination ending in a tight left hook that drops him to a knee. Ruthann isn't yet out of the ring, and dives into a dropkick; but Jordan catches her in mid-air, and uses her as an impromptu weapon, whipping her into her own son. Both go sprawling, and Sharpe takes a moment to boot Ruthann from the ring before turning back to Jason. He drops a knee across his back, then picks the Prince of Wrestling up and batters him with a couple more strikes before hooking in a hy-ooge fisherman suplex! Jordan holds on, floating over easily for the first cover of the match...
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
Watson: WHAT A FIGHT! Both teams are raring to go here tonight in Arlington!
Sydney: Jordan Sharpe using my favorite attack here. He uses a motherfucker to beat another motherfucker.
Watson: Once again, we apologize to anyone watching this on the CW, but if your not subscribed to EWCTV, this might be a good reminder to check us out!
Ruthann slides in to help make the break, though Jason has already kicked out of his own accord. This seems to annoy him slightly, and there's irritation in the Prince's face as he stands beside his mother, hooking Sharpe up for a double suplex before the official can restore order and eject Ruthann back to her corner. Jason stares her down as he wrestles Sharpe into a surfboard, stretching the larger man out in a show of technical grace. It ends rather more messily, with a drop across both knees, and a series of mounted crossface blows.
Sharpe manages to cover up to weather this last storm, bucking his hips enough to turn Jason, using his larger frame to reverse their position. Sharpe returns to the younger man's ribs, softening him there before dropping big hammerfists down on his face, smashing and grinding enough to draw a little blood. Jordan is close to gassing himself, and the second he takes a break, Hunter spins him out into an armbar, using his admirable core strength to lean up and drive a few elbows to the skull for good measure. Jordan ain't tapping, so the Prince of Wrestling pulls him up for a short-arm clothesline, looking at Saidie now. There's a little smile on his face as he pulls Jordan up for another--
--and his eye isn't on the prize. Sharpe counters, grabbing the younger man's arm and falling back, grapevining a leg to force him to a painful collision face-first, rolling to a knee with the arm still in his clutches to bundle him up and over with a hammerlock, into a roll-up!
ONE
NO!
"Get out of there!" Screams Saidie, as Hunter reverses again, pulling Sharpe across his body to close his legs like scissors over the definitely-retiring North American champion's upper arm. Sitting up into this point of pressure, the hold culminates with Sharpe down face-first, a forearm grinding his face into the mat as Hunter maintains the excruciating armscissor.
Jordan reaches the ropes, and the hold is broken. Hunter holds it until 3.5, not pushing the point he clearly feels he's made already as he strides back toward Ruthann and tags her in. Saidie is losing her mind on the other side, shaking the rope and yelling at her uncle to get toward her. Ruthless Aggression has other ideas, planting a foot on Sharpe's back and hitting him with East the Mat, curbstomping him into the canvas, then smiling with faux-sweetness at Saidie, who rolls her eyes and starts yelling louder at her uncle. "Hello, it's me! Your favorite wrestler! Get over here!"
Sharpe rolls his eyes in turn, then rolls over as Ruthann bends to grab him by the head. He catches her with an uppercut from his back, then puts one hand onto the mat and sweeps her legs out from under her. The veteran crashes down, and Jordan lunges to tag in Saidie! Ruthann is already rolling to her feet, and comes rushing in as Saidie leaps the rope and fires off a kick--
Right between the eyes! It's a beauty of a flying roundhouse kick, right out of a martial arts movie. Something she learned from Aiya, perhaps? Ruthann goes down like a sack of rocks!
Watson: Saidie has The hall of famer down! Will she be able to capitalize?!
Sydney: Looks like not, if Jason Hunter has anything to say about it!
Jason Hunter curses and ducks through the ropes, the official not seeing his entrance as he drops to check on the stunned Ruthann. Saidie waves him off, going for the cover, but is immediately yoinked off by the Prince of Wrestling. She pumps her legs, catching him with an almost instinctive high knee, dropping him onto his back, where he bounces immediately back onto his feet, roaring! Saidie ducks his grapple attempt, going underneath his arms and hitting the ropes to come back with a SaidTO! But she's hit in the middle of executing it!
Ruthann smashes Saidie back toward the ropes with a savage dropkick! There's pain on her face, but she manages to hit the ropes again, comes staggering back in... and Ruthann catches her with double underhooks, into a facebuster! Drop Zone! If that wasn't enough punishment for the heiress to the Sharpies, a beat later Jason Hunter whips overhead, corkscrewing beautifully into Jason's Score for the cover... and the official begins to count...!
ONE
TWO
WHAT?
Lizarraga pulls up his hand, looking with confusion at Jordan Sharpe and then standing, throwing his arms out in a dismissive gesture. Jason Hunter was not the legal man! JFS wipes sweat from his brow, and extends his hand to Saidie, who uses the beginning of an argument between the HunterS and Jesse Lizarraga to scramble for the corner and slap hands with her uncle.
Jordan ducks through the ropes, rockets into action past Lizarraga with a running knee that turns Jason Hunter inside out. Ruthann turns and catches him with a roundhouse kick to the head, then a spinning heel kick that casts him into the turnbuckle, where she follows up with a Stinger splash! Saidie is still in the ring (because why the hell not, Jason did it first) and pulls her off, Bieling her into the center of the ring before following up with her Sparkling Witch!
She's down, but so is Jordan. Saidie curses and starts pulling him back toward the corner, so he can make the tag to her. Jason Hunter has a different idea, forcing Saidie to counter with a desperate haymaker and a messy-looking spear that does the trick, but moves her away from the corner. Ruthann grabs her ankle, and Saidie throws several kicks at the veteran before leapfrogging her uncle back into their corner to take the tag from him. This is all well and good, but it's taken time.
Lizarraga has been completely unable to restore order, and just lets all the competitors stay in the ring at this point. Saidie helps up Jordan, slaps him across the face, and gets an annoyed grimace and then a begrudging thumbs up for her trouble, as he waves off a second slap. Ruthann comes in like a bullet train, and a warning from Jordan doesn't stop her being wiped out by a forceful leg lariat that pitches her over the ropes. Jason slides out to deal with Saidie, as Ruthann and JFS go at it!
The two pairs brawl around the ring, the already-bloodied Jason managing to gain the upper hand outside and bounce Saidie's face off the corner post, and then the apron, busting open the legal woman of the Sharpes before rolling her back into the ring. Inside, Ruthann seems to have the upper hand on Jordan too, but she's distracted by the half-insensible form of Saidie. Jordan catches her with a hook to the ribs, a rising elbow to the chin, and then as she's staggering he hits the ropes and comes in with an absolutely devastating Best Fucking Palm Thrust! POW! BFPT to the FACE!
Everyone but JFS has a bloody nose at this point, and perhaps it's this that gives him the upper hand as Jason Hunter slides into the ring and is instantly caught by an adrenalized, fired up North American champion. The crowd is losing their collective mind as the younger Hunter is hooked up for the Sharpeknife... and then is held there, as JFS yells frantically to his niece. Saidie stirs, blinks groggily, but quickly takes in what's happening--
--and a moment later, she has Ruthann up and on her feet, also hooked for the Sharpeknife. Ruthless Aggression screams, tries to fight back, and with a desperate look to her uncle, blood dripping from her nose, Saidie Pretty Freakin' Sharpe hits the SHARPEKNIFE! Jordan hits his own in stereo!
The HunterS are down! Saidie Sharpe makes the cover!
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!!
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall ... THE SHARPES!
Saidie gets to her feet, stumbling around, blood peppering the canvas around her uncertain feet. Jordan is there to catch her and keep her up, laughing in her ear, pulling her into a huge hug and then throwing her arm heavenward as the crowd explodes over both a great match and two great victors - a legend already made, and one still being built from the ground up. Saidie laughs, too, and assures her uncle she can stand before pushing him back and offering a double-handed high-five! Up above, down below... and too slow, to another peal of laughter from Jordan.
Watson: We saw exceptional technique, incredible brutality, and skilled teamwork on both sides of this equation, but in the end, it's our North American champion and his favorite wrestler who stand in triumph. But it's all love here, Cid, and you love to see it!
Sydney: YOU love to see it. I love to see the amount of broken noses left behind, and surely there's got to be a little more friction in the lives of the HunterS now. That's the kind of family soap opera that never truly ends, and tonight's loss isn't going to put a stop to that!
The crowd only delights further when they both embrace again and then wait for the HunterS to stand before offering them a dual handshake, turning to the crowd for a shared ovation. It's not the feel good moment of the decade - surely, that's yet to come - but it's up there.
Watson: Don't go anywhere folks, we have so much more action left to come!
Camera cuts to ...
Watson: What a match up that is going to be at UPRISING XXII! Up next, we have two families waging war for respect! It's The Sharpes on one side and the Hunters on the other. Who will come out on top? Let's go find out!
Starr: The following match is a tag team showcase! Joining us first, at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty pounds ... Saidie Sharpe ... Jordan Freakin' Sharpe ... THE SHARPES!
Jordan Sharpe comes out, wearing the newest JFS Officially Licensed T-Shirt. He's accompanied by Carley California, who steps to center stage and throws up a pose as the beat of 'You Ain't Ready' by Skillet blends seamlessly into 'The Greatest' by Sia, and to a second huge pop from the crowd, out comes Saidie Sharpe, hitting a fist bump with her uncle! They both turn to the crowd in unison, throwing their arms wide post-bump, and with a shared laugh continue down the ramp repeating the gesture with several members of the audience. Both pause to sign autographs on each side, before making their way into a ring to massive appreciation by the packed arena!
Starr: And their opponents, at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy pounds ... Ruthless Aggression ... Jason Hunter ... THE HUNTERS!
Burn It Down came over the speakers with Jason and Ruthann with their backs to the crowd wearing their leather red and gold black jackets with their name written across with their dragon face masks on walking out through the smoke together. They turn around on their heels as Jason moves his head to the music while Ruthann walks down the ramp to the music bit takes off the dragon masks. They get to the bottom Ruthann outside the ring while Jason gets up on the apron he looks around along with Ruthann as they both move their head at the same time with a bit of a smirk forming a X together raising it to the air. They then get inside of the ring taking off their jacket as they glare over over at their opponents inside of the ring.
DING DING DING
Jordan and Saidie play a game of rock, paper, scissors, to decide who goes first, as Ruthann and Jason eye them warily. The Prince of Wrestling seems inclined to start off, but mom pulls rank and slides into the ring with a slap on his shoulder, just as Jordan wins the game on the other side. Glancing ringward, he shrugs and concedes to Saidie, who throws up her hands - as if to say, 'really? What was the point then?!' But she slides in gamely, all the same.
The crowd pop at what's a lowkey dream matchup, as Ruthann dances low across the ring and strikes out with kicks. Saidie hops back, coached by Jordan as she does her best to weather the opening storm by the veteran brawler. She's the first to strike true, too, managing to nail a kick to the midsection, and then spin around right into a Best Saidie Palm Thrust! Ruthann is knocked back, winded, nodding her appreciation of the blow as she resets her jaw with one hand. Saidie psyches herself up, stepping in to grapple with the older woman, who instantly gains the upper hand, kicks her in the gut, and plants her with a spinning sitout pedigree!
The crowd 'ooh' in mixed appreciation and sympathy, as Ruthann picks Saidie up and tenderizes her with a few stiff blows, before whipping her toward the turnbuckle. The younger Sharpe is dragged up top, and then Ruthann takes a couple steps away, framing her with her hands critically, an artist examining a masterpiece in the midst of its creation. The crowd pops before she even goes for the move - but go for it she does, stepping up into a top-rope Huracanrana that absolutely launches Saidie! Ruthann almost goes for the cover, but steps past and tags Jason instead.
The younger Hunter comes in hot, leaping right into a spinning elbow drop that rocks the downed Saidie. She flops over, gripping the mat with her hands, and as he grabs her by the ankles she fights back, able to whip a boot across his face and then dive toward Jordan, who is leaning out, shaking head to toe in preparation for the tag. Saidie's hand slaps his--
--and Jordan Freakin' Sharpe enters the mat a house on fire, wiping out Jason with a rapid-fire punch combination ending in a tight left hook that drops him to a knee. Ruthann isn't yet out of the ring, and dives into a dropkick; but Jordan catches her in mid-air, and uses her as an impromptu weapon, whipping her into her own son. Both go sprawling, and Sharpe takes a moment to boot Ruthann from the ring before turning back to Jason. He drops a knee across his back, then picks the Prince of Wrestling up and batters him with a couple more strikes before hooking in a hy-ooge fisherman suplex! Jordan holds on, floating over easily for the first cover of the match...
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
Watson: WHAT A FIGHT! Both teams are raring to go here tonight in Arlington!
Sydney: Jordan Sharpe using my favorite attack here. He uses a motherfucker to beat another motherfucker.
Watson: Once again, we apologize to anyone watching this on the CW, but if your not subscribed to EWCTV, this might be a good reminder to check us out!
Ruthann slides in to help make the break, though Jason has already kicked out of his own accord. This seems to annoy him slightly, and there's irritation in the Prince's face as he stands beside his mother, hooking Sharpe up for a double suplex before the official can restore order and eject Ruthann back to her corner. Jason stares her down as he wrestles Sharpe into a surfboard, stretching the larger man out in a show of technical grace. It ends rather more messily, with a drop across both knees, and a series of mounted crossface blows.
Sharpe manages to cover up to weather this last storm, bucking his hips enough to turn Jason, using his larger frame to reverse their position. Sharpe returns to the younger man's ribs, softening him there before dropping big hammerfists down on his face, smashing and grinding enough to draw a little blood. Jordan is close to gassing himself, and the second he takes a break, Hunter spins him out into an armbar, using his admirable core strength to lean up and drive a few elbows to the skull for good measure. Jordan ain't tapping, so the Prince of Wrestling pulls him up for a short-arm clothesline, looking at Saidie now. There's a little smile on his face as he pulls Jordan up for another--
--and his eye isn't on the prize. Sharpe counters, grabbing the younger man's arm and falling back, grapevining a leg to force him to a painful collision face-first, rolling to a knee with the arm still in his clutches to bundle him up and over with a hammerlock, into a roll-up!
ONE
NO!
"Get out of there!" Screams Saidie, as Hunter reverses again, pulling Sharpe across his body to close his legs like scissors over the definitely-retiring North American champion's upper arm. Sitting up into this point of pressure, the hold culminates with Sharpe down face-first, a forearm grinding his face into the mat as Hunter maintains the excruciating armscissor.
Jordan reaches the ropes, and the hold is broken. Hunter holds it until 3.5, not pushing the point he clearly feels he's made already as he strides back toward Ruthann and tags her in. Saidie is losing her mind on the other side, shaking the rope and yelling at her uncle to get toward her. Ruthless Aggression has other ideas, planting a foot on Sharpe's back and hitting him with East the Mat, curbstomping him into the canvas, then smiling with faux-sweetness at Saidie, who rolls her eyes and starts yelling louder at her uncle. "Hello, it's me! Your favorite wrestler! Get over here!"
Sharpe rolls his eyes in turn, then rolls over as Ruthann bends to grab him by the head. He catches her with an uppercut from his back, then puts one hand onto the mat and sweeps her legs out from under her. The veteran crashes down, and Jordan lunges to tag in Saidie! Ruthann is already rolling to her feet, and comes rushing in as Saidie leaps the rope and fires off a kick--
Right between the eyes! It's a beauty of a flying roundhouse kick, right out of a martial arts movie. Something she learned from Aiya, perhaps? Ruthann goes down like a sack of rocks!
Watson: Saidie has The hall of famer down! Will she be able to capitalize?!
Sydney: Looks like not, if Jason Hunter has anything to say about it!
Jason Hunter curses and ducks through the ropes, the official not seeing his entrance as he drops to check on the stunned Ruthann. Saidie waves him off, going for the cover, but is immediately yoinked off by the Prince of Wrestling. She pumps her legs, catching him with an almost instinctive high knee, dropping him onto his back, where he bounces immediately back onto his feet, roaring! Saidie ducks his grapple attempt, going underneath his arms and hitting the ropes to come back with a SaidTO! But she's hit in the middle of executing it!
Ruthann smashes Saidie back toward the ropes with a savage dropkick! There's pain on her face, but she manages to hit the ropes again, comes staggering back in... and Ruthann catches her with double underhooks, into a facebuster! Drop Zone! If that wasn't enough punishment for the heiress to the Sharpies, a beat later Jason Hunter whips overhead, corkscrewing beautifully into Jason's Score for the cover... and the official begins to count...!
ONE
TWO
WHAT?
Lizarraga pulls up his hand, looking with confusion at Jordan Sharpe and then standing, throwing his arms out in a dismissive gesture. Jason Hunter was not the legal man! JFS wipes sweat from his brow, and extends his hand to Saidie, who uses the beginning of an argument between the HunterS and Jesse Lizarraga to scramble for the corner and slap hands with her uncle.
Jordan ducks through the ropes, rockets into action past Lizarraga with a running knee that turns Jason Hunter inside out. Ruthann turns and catches him with a roundhouse kick to the head, then a spinning heel kick that casts him into the turnbuckle, where she follows up with a Stinger splash! Saidie is still in the ring (because why the hell not, Jason did it first) and pulls her off, Bieling her into the center of the ring before following up with her Sparkling Witch!
She's down, but so is Jordan. Saidie curses and starts pulling him back toward the corner, so he can make the tag to her. Jason Hunter has a different idea, forcing Saidie to counter with a desperate haymaker and a messy-looking spear that does the trick, but moves her away from the corner. Ruthann grabs her ankle, and Saidie throws several kicks at the veteran before leapfrogging her uncle back into their corner to take the tag from him. This is all well and good, but it's taken time.
Lizarraga has been completely unable to restore order, and just lets all the competitors stay in the ring at this point. Saidie helps up Jordan, slaps him across the face, and gets an annoyed grimace and then a begrudging thumbs up for her trouble, as he waves off a second slap. Ruthann comes in like a bullet train, and a warning from Jordan doesn't stop her being wiped out by a forceful leg lariat that pitches her over the ropes. Jason slides out to deal with Saidie, as Ruthann and JFS go at it!
The two pairs brawl around the ring, the already-bloodied Jason managing to gain the upper hand outside and bounce Saidie's face off the corner post, and then the apron, busting open the legal woman of the Sharpes before rolling her back into the ring. Inside, Ruthann seems to have the upper hand on Jordan too, but she's distracted by the half-insensible form of Saidie. Jordan catches her with a hook to the ribs, a rising elbow to the chin, and then as she's staggering he hits the ropes and comes in with an absolutely devastating Best Fucking Palm Thrust! POW! BFPT to the FACE!
Everyone but JFS has a bloody nose at this point, and perhaps it's this that gives him the upper hand as Jason Hunter slides into the ring and is instantly caught by an adrenalized, fired up North American champion. The crowd is losing their collective mind as the younger Hunter is hooked up for the Sharpeknife... and then is held there, as JFS yells frantically to his niece. Saidie stirs, blinks groggily, but quickly takes in what's happening--
--and a moment later, she has Ruthann up and on her feet, also hooked for the Sharpeknife. Ruthless Aggression screams, tries to fight back, and with a desperate look to her uncle, blood dripping from her nose, Saidie Pretty Freakin' Sharpe hits the SHARPEKNIFE! Jordan hits his own in stereo!
The HunterS are down! Saidie Sharpe makes the cover!
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall ... THE SHARPES!
Saidie gets to her feet, stumbling around, blood peppering the canvas around her uncertain feet. Jordan is there to catch her and keep her up, laughing in her ear, pulling her into a huge hug and then throwing her arm heavenward as the crowd explodes over both a great match and two great victors - a legend already made, and one still being built from the ground up. Saidie laughs, too, and assures her uncle she can stand before pushing him back and offering a double-handed high-five! Up above, down below... and too slow, to another peal of laughter from Jordan.
Watson: We saw exceptional technique, incredible brutality, and skilled teamwork on both sides of this equation, but in the end, it's our North American champion and his favorite wrestler who stand in triumph. But it's all love here, Cid, and you love to see it!
Sydney: YOU love to see it. I love to see the amount of broken noses left behind, and surely there's got to be a little more friction in the lives of the HunterS now. That's the kind of family soap opera that never truly ends, and tonight's loss isn't going to put a stop to that!
The crowd only delights further when they both embrace again and then wait for the HunterS to stand before offering them a dual handshake, turning to the crowd for a shared ovation. It's not the feel good moment of the decade - surely, that's yet to come - but it's up there.
Watson: Don't go anywhere folks, we have so much more action left to come!
Camera cuts to ...
SINGLES MATCH
Asriel Buzzard
VS Marcu$ $t. John
We return from break with Tim and Cid standing by!
Watson: Welcome back folks, it's now time for the match that I personally have been looking forward to all night! Mr. Wall Street is set to take on the winner of last years BORT! Lets get to the ring.
Starr: Coming to the ring at 6'1" and weighing 210 lbs, it's The Young Mogul, Marcu$ $t. John!
"Fast Lane" blasts through the arena by Bad Meets Evil. A Maybach drives up through the entrance ramp. A chauffeur gets out of the vehicle and opens the back door. Marcu$ $t. John gets out on the entrance stage and money starts falling down from the sky with his face on 100 dollar bills as green laser lights illuminate the arena. As the money shower stops, Marcus walks down the ramp with a confident look on his face.
He stops right before he gets to the ring and listens as he hears mostly boos and a few cheers that he is getting from the crowd. He walks around the ring and high fives people who are cheering and stares a hole in the head of people who boo. He jumps up on the apron and wipes his feet before he enters the ring and poses in the middle of the squared circle as a light shines a hundred dollar bill in the center of the ring with his face on it.
Pyros hits as "Fast Lane" by Bad Meets Evil ends.
Starr: And his opponent, from Hill City, Kansas, weighing in at 196lbs... ASRIEL BUZZARD!!!
The first few notes of a piece of orchestral music start to play around the arena, with the harps giving way to violins after a few seconds and an image appearing on the screen as the house lights lower. As the guitars of ‘Animals’ by Architects begins to pound around the arena, strobe lights flash as the image on the screen fades to flashing images of a familiar face. Slowly, Asriel Buzzard emerges from the curtain and stands atop the stage staring out into the crowd to a mixed response. He walks down the ramp and circles the ring. Before Asriel can even get to the steps at ringside, Marcu$ comes running across the ring apron and jumps, landing a meteora on the former United States champion! Matt Mercer shakes his head as he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
M$J remains in the mounted position as he rains down with lefts and rights on his opponent as the crowd gets fired up quickly with this contest! After about five or six shots landing, Asriel is able to get his arms up and is able to block some shots from the young mogul. Marcu$ stops his attack as he finally hears Matt Mercer, who is in the ring and has reached a count of FOUR already on his ten count.
Watson: I think M$J is finally hearing senior official Matt Mercer’s count. He was ready to bring the fight!
Sydney: You love to see it, but all this is going to do is piss off the militant Buzzard.
M$J slides under the rope and into the ring,but Asriel takes his time to gather himself, making his way into the ring at the count of NINE. As he steps through the ropes, Marcu$ closes the gap and sends a boot to the ribs of Buzzard, who doubles over instantly. $t. John immediately pushes his opponent to the corner, then takes a few steps back, before rushing in with a corner clothesline that crumples Asriel to the floor!
M$J tries to rush in to stay on the attack, but referee Mercer tells him to back off so that he can check on the former US Champion. As he turns to do so, Buzzard is already on his feet and jumps toward M$J, landing with a basement dropkick to his opponent's knee, which immediately sends the mogul to the ground! Asriel follows up quickly by grabbing the leg he just attacked and locking in a single leg Boston crab! The crowd is cheering in appreciation of the action they are seeing as M$J screams out in pain. Asriel locks the hold in as tight as he can, but Mr. Wall Street is able to twist his body, roll through and break the hold, getting to his feet on a ginger left leg as he meets his opponent face to face in the middle of the ring, to the raucous noise of fan appreciation.
Watson: Wow, these two are showing that they understand the importance of this match! M$J has pinned two former Undisputed champion in the last six months in Ace King and Stitches, and has made his intentions clear that he wants the North American Championship back. Asriel is a former U.S. Champion, BORT winner, and has his second opportunity at the Undisputed championship on the horizon.
Sydney: These two are hot commodities for sure and so far this is a pretty even match!
The two men stare each other down as the inch closer together, the noise in AT&T stadium becoming deafening. Both men are trash talking to each other, but it cannot be heard over the noise of the thousands in attendance. Buzzard and $t. John are now nose to nose, obviously talking shit to each other now. M$J cracks a smile before he rears back for a headbutt, but is cut off by a stiff shot to the jaw from Asriel Buzzard! M$J reels back, almost losing his footing, before coming back at Asriel with a shot to the jaw himself. Asriel reels back, then comes back with another shot. These two athletes trade blows for thirty seconds or so, doing more and more damage to each other before M$J gets the upper hand by going low with a chop block, followed by standing knee drop to the back, sending Asriel to the mat. He quickly rolls him over for a pin…
ONE…
TWO…
TH- Kickout!
Buzzard kicks out with power at two, ensuring to throw all the power he can into hitting the already targeted left leg, causing M$J to grab the knee.
Watson: Buzzard is being so calculated here. He is taking every opportunity he can to get some more damage into that knee, which takes away the aerial game of the Young Mogul, which is his bread and butter.
Sydney: It’s like ripping Tom Brady’s throwing arm out of the socket and making him stay in the game. We now need to see what else Marcu$ $t. John has in the repertoire here.
Asriel is back to his feet now and back on the attack, laying in more kicks to the body. This puts $t. John is in a perfect position near the corner. Buzzard sees this and quickly runs to the corner and outside, climbing the turnbuckle and measuring his opponent as the crowd buzzes. Buzzard leaps and connects with his shooting star press he calls “Is anyone out there?” Buzzard with the pin…
ONE…
TWO…
THRE- Kickout!
Marcu$ $t. John somehow kicks out at the last possible minute! The crowd is roaring now as Buzzard is a bit frustrated he could not get the three there. This allows Marcu$ to get to his feet, creep behind Buzzard and look for the backstabber, but Asriel is able to drop to a knee and avoid it. He spins to face M$J , who risks it for the biscuit and throws a kick at Buzzard that connects, he grabs the tights and tries to pick Asriel up, but he blocks it. Marcu$ then throws some stiff punches to the ribs and then attempts to pick him up again, barely getting the strength in his legs to lift his opponent up, turning and landing the bankrupt! Asriel’s back lands across Marcu$’s knees, doing even more damage to the left knee and Asriel lays motionless on the mat. M$J is in visible pain, his eyes glued shut as he tries to focus.
Watson: Marcu$ $t. John is hurt folks. It is visible on his face that Asriel Buzzard has done some real damage here.
Marcu$ is able barely moving here as he finally is able to summon the energy to roll over and drape an arm over the downed Buzzard.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: The winner of this match, via pinfall…. MARCU$ $T. JOHN!!!
The crowd is cheering at the show of athleticism they just witnessed. Marcu$ is lying on the mat, trying to catch his breath. Buzzard is just starting to stir. M$J rolls to his good knee as Buzzard is to his knees. Both men are feet from each other as Marcu$ $t. John nods in respect to his opponent, who hesitates for a moment before nodding in respect back.
Watson: What a show of respect there from two warriors who just went to war with each other!
Sydney: It's not often you see two men so evenly matched live up to the hype around them, but those two just did!
Watson: We still have so much more to come tonight, don't go anywhere folks!
The camera cuts too...
TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
NON-TITLE MATCH
The Hawaiian Hunters
VS The Southern Express
We return to ringside where Jesse Lizarraga is stretching in the corner of the ring before testing the ropes.
Watson: Up next, The Southern Express get to face a new team on the block. I'm really looking forward to this one.
Starr: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from Hawaii , weighing in at a combined 560 pounds ... THE HAWAIIAN HUNTERS!
"Helena Beat" by Foster the People is quick to hit the PA. As the intro starts to build, David Hunter is the first to step onto the stage in his standard wrestling trunks and Hawaiian shirt. He's got a smirk on his face as he approaches center right. Once the verse starts, Jack Hunter is right behind up in tighter and longer wrestling pants and his own Hawaiian shirt. The two share a quick look before meeting forearms in a symbol of unity. David lets his smirk shine as the duo make their way down the ramp. David looks to the fans, ignoring their outreached hands as he methodically steps down the ramp. Jack is more focused, his eyes bouncing around the fans in the arena, but otherwise giving them no attention.
Once they reach ringside, the two separate. David looks at the steps before turning around and hopping onto the apron. He steps onto the nearby second and top rope, looking out at the hard camera. Jack is right behind him, standing in front of his son and glaring down the hard cam himself. The two nod in unison before David hops into the ring. Jack enters through the top and middle ropes. They find their corner and remove their Hawaiian shirts. Once ready, Jack does a few more stretches before awaiting the bell.
Watson: Welcome to Paramount Jack and David.
The electric guitar kicks in to 'Stranglehold' as the crowd gets to their feet, some of the older females in the crowd start to scream like they did when they were younger as Bunny Love walks out onto the stage and is quickly followed by Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane
Starr: Being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love, from Nashville, Tennessee, They are the EWC World Tag Team Champions of the World...Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!
Bunny leads the way as the pair reach out and high five with the fans as the walk to the ring, Bunny marches up the steps and steps through the ropes as Bobby and Jimmy climb up onto the apron and step through the ropes, take off the titles and hands them to Bunny and head to opposite corners, Jimmy climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and Bobby stands in the corner as both men toss out bandannas to the crowd as Bunny stands in the middle of the ring holding up both tag team championship belts
DING DING DING
David and Jimmy are the two legal men to start the match. They slowly begin to circle each other and about the fifth rotation, they meet in the middle but instead of a collar elbow tie up. David strikes first with a very quick forearm shot. Jimmy retaliates with a forearm of his own. Both men continue to punish each other with forearms until David gains the upper hand by going downstairs with a kick to the right knee of Jimmy. Jimmy drops to one knee as David grabs the side of Jimmy's head and slams his knee directly into his face. David continues to hold onto Jimmy's head as he pulls the old man back up before looking for a headbutt.
As he does, Jimmy catches him by surprise with the two finger poke of doom as David grabs at his eyes. Jimmy smirks before grabbing David by the arm and sending him into the corner. As David hits the turnbuckles, Bobby grabs a handful of his tights as Jimmy comes barreling into him. Jimmy bounces off of David as he tags in Bobby. Bobby enters the ring as he and Jimmy double stomp David in the corner. Bobby backs up a bit before charging at David and connects with a rolling cannonball.
Watson: The Tag Team Champions showing no mercy here in the early going of this match.
Sydney: Trial by fire, Tim. They can either hang or they can't that is how things go in EWC.
Bobby quickly gets back up to his feet while tagging Jimmy back into the match. Jimmy enters the ring once more as Bobby yanks David up off the canvas. As he does, David manages to catch Jimmy around his neck before driving him down with tornado DDT. David quickly pops back up to his feet and slams his knee into the ribcage of Bobby who was just getting out of the ring.
Bobby holds his ribs as David drags Jimmy over and tags Jack into the ring. Jack enters the ring and immediately starts stomping the hell out of Jimmy before bouncing off the ropes and landing a leg drop across the throat. Jack instantly goes for thw cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-
Before Jesse strikes the canvas for a third time, Jimmy rolls his shoulder up. Jack gets up and drives his leg right back down across the throat. He goes for the cover again.
ONE...
TW-
This time Bobby manages to come flying across the ring and slams a double axe handle down onto Jack's back. This causes David to re-enter the ring and grab Bobby by the hair. David looks to fling him out of the ring only for Bobby to counter with a quick belly to back suplex. Jack goes to pick Jimmy up who catches Jack off guard with a quick roll up.
ONE...
TWO...
TH-
Jack kicks out as he slams a boot right into Jimmy's stomach.
Watson: The Hawaiian Hunters are taking it to the tag champs, but there is no quit in Jimmy and Bobby!
Sydney: I sure would hope not! They didn't make history for nothing!
Jimmy is slowly getting up to his feet as Jack comes running towards him. Jimmy side steps him as Jack inadvertently runs into David. David lands on the arena floor as Jimmy flips Jack upside down as Bobby comes flying off the ropes as they connect with Good Night, Arlington. Jack's head bounces off the canvas as Jimmy quickly goes for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!
"Stranglehold" starts playing as Bunny joins Bobby and Jimmy in the ring. The trio begins to celebrate as Jack and David are seen arguing at ringside.
Watson: The Southern Express continues their winning ways here tonight. The Hawaiian Hunters gave them a fight but those old men are just too good.
Sydney: Those old bastards continue to defy father time and my only question is now. Who will stop them?
Jack and David stop arguing as they both look up at Southern Express with a look of disdain on their faces. .
Watson: Well the Hawaiian Hunters definitely showed promise for their future here in the EWC. We'll be righ tback folks!
Camera cuts too...
We’re ringside as what appears to be a shrouded display is being finalised in the ring. There’s no particular indication who this is for exactly, but the crowd seem intrigued by the imminent reveal. Their interest diverges as the opening notes of “The Wicked and The Cursed” indicate that any sense of peace in Arlington is about to go out of the window. James Keaton makes his appearance known. He strolls down to the ring, one eye on the display and the other on his CW Broadcast Championship. A particular amped-up fan shouts obscenities at The Wicked and is met with a glare saved only for the worst of men.
Keaton: …And you can shut your goddamn mouth too!
James enters the ring and glares at the ring crew attempting to adjust the display. There’s a moment where it seems like James will attack the crew, but this is short-lived as he instead grabs a microphone from the corner and taps it to ensure it works. The crowd are still in full anti-Keaton mode, so this is met with a quick response.
Keaton: Carry on! The more you do, the more I take it out on Carrie Samson tonight! Show her how many YEARS you want me to take off her life tonight!
James lifts the microphone in the air as if to goad the crowd into maintaining their noise. Some take the bait, others take their silence. Eventually the crowd dies down and James Keaton is left with himself and the display behind him.
Keaton: Ever since Stranglemania, where all MY hard work paid off and none of you respected it… Ever since I announced to a select group of people that I was taking a new initiative… All I’ve heard is idiot people and cryptobros asking how they can get in on the James Keaton NFT.
James takes a moment to absorb some of the more annoyed noises of the crowd. Plenty of crypto-positive folk in tonight, it seems.
Keaton: You cockroaches watch from the sidelines and try to snatch at any form of success you can. Oh, James Keaton went and did the thing so that must mean I GET SOMETHING FOR NOTHING! Life doesn’t work out like that, you’ve got to grind it out and EARN it! None of you have earned it, least of all Carrie Samson. But tonight, she gets exclusive access to me before I take on MY NFT. Exclusive access to my fist in her face, making her choke on her own blood as she realises the biggest mistake she ever made in the EWC was standing opposite me. I shouldn’t even HAVE TO defend this title tonight, but this whole brand is all about giving people second chances. Everyone gets another go on the ride, except for me…
James pauses, letting his comment sink in. The crowd remain raucous for now but there’s an air of unease over his comments about Carrie Samson.
Keaton: I don’t even hate her, I hate the situation. Anyone else in MY position wouldn’t have to do this, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve said all along there’s No Rest for The Wicked and I live by that. You want proof that I am the only one worth one NFT right now, just see what happens to Carrie tonight. Better yet, make sure Jordan Sharpe is watching so he can take some notes. I’m doing all the same things to her that I’m gonna do to him at Uprising.
The mention of JFS brings the crowd even further alive, some look expectantly at the entranceway for any signs of his arrival. Alas, it seems James Keaton continues to have the floor.
Keaton: I can see it on all your stupid faces right now. All those little cryptobros wondering how they can get in on this KeatonCoin. You want that? Go talk to that other fool running around here and see if he’s even aware of digital currency! I’m getting an NFT alright, but not the worthless token you people keep trying to sell to the masses. I’ve spent months grinding this one out, proving that I was right. Winning at Stranglemania was another step. I’m going to Uprising to face Jordan Sharpe and that’s when the value of The Wicked goes right up.
James removes the cover of the display, revealing some of what’s behind it. There’s a mannequin wearing something but this is blocked by the visage of The Wicked.
Keaton: At Uprising I’m going to win, same as I did last year. You’ve all underestimated what I can do for the last time and I‘m going to personally break Jordan Sharpe. I’m going to do what Isabella, M$J and goddamn Miller couldn’t do when I beat him. I’m going to trade this in for a nicer model. I’m getting my NFT at Uprising, my NEW FREAKIN’ TITLE!
James removes himself from blocking the display, instead letting it show to the camera in full technicolour. Naturally, there’s a shirt displayed with a mock North American Championship underneath it. The shirt reads “New Freakin’ Title” with the wicked grin of James Keaton replacing the letter E in the shirt. James laughs like a madman as the mannequin starts rotating, showing the crowd exactly what the NFT craze has been all along. He leaves the ring, exceedingly pleased with himself as we cut away from ringside.
Keaton: …And you can shut your goddamn mouth too!
James enters the ring and glares at the ring crew attempting to adjust the display. There’s a moment where it seems like James will attack the crew, but this is short-lived as he instead grabs a microphone from the corner and taps it to ensure it works. The crowd are still in full anti-Keaton mode, so this is met with a quick response.
Keaton: Carry on! The more you do, the more I take it out on Carrie Samson tonight! Show her how many YEARS you want me to take off her life tonight!
James lifts the microphone in the air as if to goad the crowd into maintaining their noise. Some take the bait, others take their silence. Eventually the crowd dies down and James Keaton is left with himself and the display behind him.
Keaton: Ever since Stranglemania, where all MY hard work paid off and none of you respected it… Ever since I announced to a select group of people that I was taking a new initiative… All I’ve heard is idiot people and cryptobros asking how they can get in on the James Keaton NFT.
James takes a moment to absorb some of the more annoyed noises of the crowd. Plenty of crypto-positive folk in tonight, it seems.
Keaton: You cockroaches watch from the sidelines and try to snatch at any form of success you can. Oh, James Keaton went and did the thing so that must mean I GET SOMETHING FOR NOTHING! Life doesn’t work out like that, you’ve got to grind it out and EARN it! None of you have earned it, least of all Carrie Samson. But tonight, she gets exclusive access to me before I take on MY NFT. Exclusive access to my fist in her face, making her choke on her own blood as she realises the biggest mistake she ever made in the EWC was standing opposite me. I shouldn’t even HAVE TO defend this title tonight, but this whole brand is all about giving people second chances. Everyone gets another go on the ride, except for me…
James pauses, letting his comment sink in. The crowd remain raucous for now but there’s an air of unease over his comments about Carrie Samson.
Keaton: I don’t even hate her, I hate the situation. Anyone else in MY position wouldn’t have to do this, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve said all along there’s No Rest for The Wicked and I live by that. You want proof that I am the only one worth one NFT right now, just see what happens to Carrie tonight. Better yet, make sure Jordan Sharpe is watching so he can take some notes. I’m doing all the same things to her that I’m gonna do to him at Uprising.
The mention of JFS brings the crowd even further alive, some look expectantly at the entranceway for any signs of his arrival. Alas, it seems James Keaton continues to have the floor.
Keaton: I can see it on all your stupid faces right now. All those little cryptobros wondering how they can get in on this KeatonCoin. You want that? Go talk to that other fool running around here and see if he’s even aware of digital currency! I’m getting an NFT alright, but not the worthless token you people keep trying to sell to the masses. I’ve spent months grinding this one out, proving that I was right. Winning at Stranglemania was another step. I’m going to Uprising to face Jordan Sharpe and that’s when the value of The Wicked goes right up.
James removes the cover of the display, revealing some of what’s behind it. There’s a mannequin wearing something but this is blocked by the visage of The Wicked.
Keaton: At Uprising I’m going to win, same as I did last year. You’ve all underestimated what I can do for the last time and I‘m going to personally break Jordan Sharpe. I’m going to do what Isabella, M$J and goddamn Miller couldn’t do when I beat him. I’m going to trade this in for a nicer model. I’m getting my NFT at Uprising, my NEW FREAKIN’ TITLE!
James removes himself from blocking the display, instead letting it show to the camera in full technicolour. Naturally, there’s a shirt displayed with a mock North American Championship underneath it. The shirt reads “New Freakin’ Title” with the wicked grin of James Keaton replacing the letter E in the shirt. James laughs like a madman as the mannequin starts rotating, showing the crowd exactly what the NFT craze has been all along. He leaves the ring, exceedingly pleased with himself as we cut away from ringside.
SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE
Faith Rivers
VS Killjoy Ito
Watson: Strong words there from the CW Broadcast champion for his UPRISING opponent, Jordan Sharpe! We will see if he walks into UPRISING still the CW Broadcast champion or not. Up next, we see the EWC Undisputed champion take on the leader of the Faithful Army!
Starr: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first...
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: 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.
Starr: And her opponent...
‘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.
Starr: Being accompanied to the ring by Buddy Love, he is the EWC Undisputed Champion of the World, KINGJOY ITO!
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.
Watson: The Undisputed EWC Champion going up against Faith Rivers here tonight in what I'm sure is going to be quite the match.
Sydney: Can you imagine if Rivers manages to score a win over Ito tonight? Could be a career defining moment!
DING DING DING
Once the bell rings, both competitors begin their routine circle of the ring, getting closer to one another before lunging forwards to engage in a standard lock up. Ito manages to gain the upper-hand, using his strength and size to power Rivers down, locking her in a side headlock. Rivers tries to fight out of the hold but Ito keeps it intact, tightening and strengthening the hold as he tries to keep Rivers in the centre of the ring. Rivers pushes him back towards the ropes but once again, Ito doesn't budge, keeping the hold intact and strengthening his lock on Rivers, forcing her to a knee. Rivers doesn't give up though, continuing to fight her way back to her feet and push the champion back into the ropes, this time managing to break the hold.
Ito runs towards the opposite ropes, bouncing off of them and immediately replies with a hard shoulder barge to Rivers. He runs to the ropes and Rivers immediately moves across the canvas, still grounded, attempts to trip him up. Ito evades, skipping over her as he runs towards the opposite ropes, bouncing off of them. As he returns, Rivers pops back up onto her feet, performing a hurricanrana on the champion that catches him by surprise. The two immediately race back up to their feet but Rivers is quick once again to get straight on the offense, delivering a running enziguri on the champion, startling him. Ito staggers in position, as Rivers follows this up with a spinning heel kick, that knocks the champion down onto a knee. Rivers then heads to the ropes, looking for her signature The Halo (Spinning Lariat) but Ito bursts back into action, ducking under the attempt before lifting Rivers up and over with a Bridging Tiger Suplex for the pin!
ONE...
TWO...
Rivers kicks out!
Watson: I thought the champion had her there for a second!
Sydney: It was a close call but not enough as Rivers hangs in there!
Immediately, Rivers rolls to the outside of the ring, holding onto the back of her head. Ito performs a Suicide Somersault Senton to the outside, landing on Rivers. He rises to his feet, spreading his arms out wide and posing for the fans momentarily, before getting back to work and bringing Rivers back to her feet, rolling her to the inside. Ito climbs onto the apron and prepares himself for his signature Kushu (Springboard Forearm Smash). Ruvers groggily gets to her feet, swiftly turning around to find Ito flying in the air and towards her. She manages to duck out of the way! Ito turns, and Rivers grounds him with a drop toe hold which she then manages to transition into a Figure Four leg lock!
Watson: Goddamn, that drop-toe hold into a Figure Four leg lock from Faith Rivers was impressive, having avoided the Kushu from Ito moments earlier! She's got the hold locked in pretty tight right now and Ito has nowhere to go, in the centre of the ring!
Ito reaches out for the ropes, wincing in pain as Buddy Love tries to motivate him from ringside. He smashes his hand on the canvas repeatedly, building a rhythm that the fans in the arena get behind.
Sydney: He's so close!
He manages to reach the ropes, forcing the break.
As Ito gradually gets to his feet, Rivers scans him from across the ring, watching him slowly rise.
The champion turns, and Rivers rotates herself round as she moves towards him, nailing him with her signature Halo (Discus Clothesline)!
Watson: The champ has been rocked again, what a move by Rivers!
Sydney: And the pin!
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TWO...
NO! - ITO kicks out!
Rivers hangs her head in disbelief. She then looks at the top rope and the fans are encouraging her to do it too. She gets to her feet before making the climb for the top rope, positioning herself for another one of her signature manoeuvres; Leap of Faith (Corkscrew Moonsault).
Watson: Rivers is throwing out everything she can here tonight and she's going for the Leap of Faith!
She propels herself off of the ropes, twisting in the air before landing on the knees of the champion!
Watson: Ito with the knees up!
Sydney: Right when you thought Rivers may have had the upper hand, the champion claws his way back!
Ito brings Rivers back to her feet, Irish whipping her into the ropes. She bounces off of them and is met with a pitch perfect dropkick from the champion, who immediately stretches his arms out wide and poses. He brings her back to her feet once again, performing his signature Burakkuauto (hesitation brain buster suplex). Ito then backs away into the corner, signalling the end of the match Kettei-Da - to the fans approval! Rivers groggily tries to make it back up, allowing Ito the time and space to make his move, sprinting towards her and finishing her with the Kettei-Da knee strike! He goes for the cover...
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TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And the winner of the match, KILLJOY ITO!
Watson: WOW... What a performance by Fatih Rivers, she almost went the distance against the Undisputed Champion, but in the end that Kettai-Da knee strike of Killjoy's proved once again how dangerous it is!
Sydney: You can't find much of anything that Faith could have done better. Killjoy has just been THAT good lately.
Watson: We have a our big main event still to come. Don't go anywhere folks!
Camera cuts too...
SINGLES MATCH
FOR THE CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Carrie Samson
VS "The Wicked" James Keaton
We return to ringside where Matt Mercer stands by to call things right down the line in our main event.
Watson: What a night we have had so far, folks! But now it is time for the Main Event. Can James Keaton make it SIX defenses of the CW Broadcast Championship?
Starr: The following match is for one fall, and is for the CW Broadcast Championship! Joining us first, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds ... CARRIE SAMSON!
Bright lights quickly start floating around the arena as "Doin’ it Wrong" by Brent Rivera begins to play. Carrie Samson saunters out onto the stage with a smile before bouncing down the ramp. She leaps onto the ring apron then jumps over the ring ropes. She continues to bounce around.
Starr: And her opponent, from London, England, weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds ... 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.
Watson: Keaton has made it clear he believes his challenger is little more than gutter trash looking for a way up. Carrie Samson is confident she can bring him low with her Care Bear Solution and do what her sister, Nina, could not. One of them is about to be proven right, folks.
Carrie moves instinctively before the bell is even done ringing, covering the ring in a smiling blur to launch a dropkick for Keaton! The champion is too slow to avoid it completely, catching it on crossed arms and hurling her aside by stepping into the blow. Samson rolls toward the ropes, sprawling out into a baseball slide that carries her through to the outside. Matt Mercer barely gets to start his count, before she completes a brief sprint around the outside and slides back under the bottom rope, coming in like a torpedo to score a surprise roll-up on Keaton!
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NO!
Keaton doesn't kick out; he has instead flung a foot over the ropes, and Mercer steps in to break the pin. Carrie holds onto it though, fumbling around with one hand as she throws the other up in placation to the ref. It's a few seconds before Keaton kicks out anyway, rolling directly to his feet-- and then flopping comically backwards into the center of the ring.
Carrie Samson claps her hands delightedly and throws herself into a second cover!
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TW-- KICKOUT!
The Wicked looks absolutely furious, hurling Carrie off with both hands, reaching toward his feet where he begins to untie the laces of his boots - which have been knotted together by the Halo Syndicate prankster! Samson is grinning ear-to-ear, leaning up against the ropes with a 'Did I do that?' shrug as the crowd laughs along with her. Keaton gets to his feet, now looking considerably more wary of the challenger - but also completely irate, red-faced, and rather dangerous.
They meet in the middle, Carrie with a spring in her step soon broken by the whipcrack of a knife edge chop, then another, before Keaton pulls her into a clinch and and a European uppercut that staggers her onto the ropes. She bounces back, only to be seized into a headlock and pulled into the Wicked DDT! Keaton introduces her cranium to the canvas, then cranks in the necklock fiercely. Mercer hits the mat, asking for an early submission from the Samson sister!
Watson: Carries Salmon has come into this one a house of fire folks! but James Keaton will not be taken down so easily!
Sydney: Keaton was cool and collected until that Vloger starting trying to pull tricks.
The Care Bear fights her way out by hook and by crook, stretching for the ropes as her own face turns red and then purple. She gets a hand on just before it seems like she's about to tap out or pass out, and Keaton holds on for the count of four before releasing her with a pointed snarl. He pauses to jam a kick into the underside of her ribs before stalking back to the center of the ring, tossing his dreadlocks and pointing out at the crowd, who have rallied behind Carrie.
"FUCK YOU, KEATON!" clap-clap-clapclapclap "FUCK YOU, KEATON!"
Samson is still half out on her feet, using the ropes to assist her to standing and then making her way to the corner where she collapses, gasping and shaking her head. The chants turn to her, encouraging the definite underdog to get back into the fight. Keaton isn't giving her time; he comes raging in with a forearm that snaps her head back, and then follows up with a handful more, before slowly drawing back a scintillating slap across the chest. His desire to drag this one out costs him; Carrie comes to life, bringing both arms out and back in with a Mongolian chop, then grabbing the dazed champion to hit a beautiful tornado DDT! She covers!
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
And how! Keaton doesn't just free himself from the pinning predicament, he reverses it, bundling Carrie's knees up toward her head. She's wide-eyed, trying to strike back to keep him at bay, as rather than maintain the pin he starts dropping bombs into her face! She's battered into the canvas by stiff forearms, trying to twist away from this profound punishment by the Wicked, and twists her way right into position for an elevated Boston Crab! The extra elevation puts pressure on her already-cranked neck, and Carrie is screaming in pain as Mercer asks for the submission again...
Watson: Keaton playing the power game now with the Samson sinister.
Sydney: Carries quick though, she can speed this match up and throw The Wicked off of his game!
Try as he might, Carrie is refusing to yield. Cruelty mars Keaton's expression, and for a moment he sits back more deeply, crossing the woman's legs as he seems to consider simply making her snap, but then he laughs and releases the hold - whether it's because he's gassed, or simply wishes to pile on the punishment further, is anyone's guess. Samson claws her way desperately across the canvas, grabbing the ropes anyway, only to be picked up by both feet. James Keaton slings her up into the air and slips in, catching her about the waist. With a massive grunt of effort, he HEAVES and hauls her up into a gutwrench powerbomb that shakes the whole ring!
He stacks her up for the cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
Care Bear barely gets her shoulder up, a thousand yard stare fixating out onto the crowd who get behind her again, their chants and stomps filling the arena much to the open disdain of James Keaton, who seems frustrated that this match has gone anywhere past the two minute mark. Samson finds her feet, adjusting her hair and flicking out her limbs before beckoning the champion back on. He SNORTS at that, shakes his head and beckons right back to her. It's her job to come to him.
She's too plucky not to oblige, and gets instantly tangled up by the counter-wrestling of Keaton, who ties her up into a hammerlock, kicks a knee from under her, and then hits a northern lariat as she starts to fall. He's laughing now, tapping the side of his skull as the crowd jeer him. With heavy hands he pulls Samson to her feet, smashes her with another chop to the chest. She stumbles, catches herself, and then holds up a finger as if to say, 'wait!' Keaton scowls, confused by the gesture.
It's all the opening Carrie needs to snatch her hand toward his nose, coming away with her thumb protruding from between her knuckles. There's an uncertain moment before the crowd swells.
"SHE GOT YOUR NOSE!" clap-clap-clapclapclap
James Keaton couldn't look much more completely disgusted if he tried. With a furious yell he slams a sharp kick into her thigh, and yanks Carrie Samson toward him, crushing her against his far bulkier frame. He's about to ease back into a belly-to-belly suplex, when she wriggles free, switches grip, and hurls him into the air with the exact same move! BEARPLEX! Keaton thuds onto the canvas and bounces into a skid, coming up in a three-point crouch, staring down his playful challenger. He does his damnedest to look even more disgusted. It's marginally effective.
Carrie is breathing heavily, but she still extends her fist, thumb protruding, and wiggles it.
"SHE GOT YOUR NOSE!" clap-clap-clapclapclap
Watson: I do believe... Carrie has Keaton's nose!
Sydney: These games are only going to piss the champion off, Tim. But that could be what Carrie needs to do in order to win this one.
Uncharacteristically, Keaton is beginning to slow this deep into the match, his frustration perhaps masking some physical issues - there's a drag to his step as he runs Samson down and attempts to catch her with a thudding boot to the gut. She's able to stumble aside, getting one foot onto the turnbuckle post behind and using it to launch herself up and over into a somersault neckbreaker! Keaton hits the mat hard, his body stiffening on impact, but he manages to invert and catch Samson with a scissor-leg takedown before she can get away, rolling across her back into a snug headlock that he cranks on even as she gets a foot across the ropes. He holds until 4.5, then releases and steps away, turning his back for a moment.
Samson looks to seize the opening, taking one stomping step... and then she taps him on the shoulder. As Keaton turns into a spinning elbow strike, he strikes where her head was a moment before. She's hit the deck, and dives through the legs to score another schoolgirl roll-up!
ONE
NO!
Keaton rolls through, entangling Carrie's limbs and taking her for a technical ride back into the center of the ring, where he's twisted her up and over with a double wristlock. Sliding onto his back, the Wicked catches her in the spine with both legs, hoisting her up and over into an agonizing surfboard variation. With her own legs free, Samson is able to find the momentum to roll forward in spite of the size and strength differential; but this plays right into Keaton's trap. He releases her sharply, pushing with his legs to land on her spine with her face crushed right into the mat. He poses there in cruciform, smirking coldly, grinding his heels in with a twist that draws a pained scream from the Syndicate prankster. The crowd know what's coming, and turn on Keaton instantly...
He moves to seize the Japanese stranglehold, and Samson fights back once more, flipping over and catching the champion with a monkey flip that sees him land, impressively, on his feet! He turns to face her, but she's already kipped up and span with canny instinct of her own, ready to hit him with the Zit Zat! Keaton's face hits the canvas, and Samson floats over for the cover!
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TWO
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KICKOUT!
Watson: That was as close as Carries Samson has come thus far to winning gold here in EWC!
Sydney: Close is not good enough, Tim. She needs to find a way to take this one home!
The Wicked extricates himself right into a headlock this time, pulling Samson back in before she can pull away. Both of them almost lose their footing on the way up, and he barely maintains his grip, staggering with the challenger toward the ropes. She's continuing to make a pest of herself, stamping on a foot and kicking at his shin, and a swearing Keaton is forced to release her, rattling her with another European uppercut and then grabbing her by the head and arm, whipping her toward the opposite set of ropes. He catches her on the way back with a spinning sidewalk slam, into a backbreaker! The Wicked Backbreaker! Samson screams, arching her back in pain and falling from her ass to her face on the canvas, where Keaton stands over her, laughing triumphantly.
He bends to seize two handfuls of hair, but even in her agony, Samson has the wherewithal to fight back, attempting to drive a palm into his groin. Keaton darts back and also stumbles again, righting himself with a hand on his knee, shaking his dreadlocked head in disbelief at the girl's audacity. She manages to get onto all fours, struggles to rise, collapses again as pain surges through her badly-punished back. Keaton is laughing, circling the outside of the ring. He gives her time to rise, staggering back to vertical base, looking at him through dazed eyes. She points at those same eyes, and then at the champion's, her hand shaking as she continues to defy his will.
The Wicked snarls, dives forward, under an attempted spin kick by Carrie Samson. She lands still swinging, following up with a palm strike that catches him on the cheek - ending as more of a stern slap that does little but further enrage the beast. He replies with a sharp headbutt, grabs her arms and starts to twist her up into a pretzel once more, turning her around...
She catches him with a mule kick between the legs! Matt Mercer barks a warning, but Carrie is already turning to reverse-whip Keaton toward the ropes, using her whole body weight to overpower him in this moment. She stumbles, but this only gives her more momentum as his is driven back toward her - and with a scream that's equal parts pain and determination, she tumbles into a 540 spinning kick! The Care Bear Solution! Just like she promised!
...but Keaton's eyes are wide. He's ready. His arm loops underneath her leg, cupping a thigh, hauling her up and over, into a capture suplex that inverts her into a vertical spin! She's tossed like a ragdoll, bounces off the turnbuckle, somehow LANDS ON HER FEET--
--only to get caught in a Japanese stranglehold! The Wicked is grinning like a savage, as he chokes her out and plants her on the mat, sitting back into the Wicked Clutch! The pressure on her spine is excruciating, the crowd rallies behind her but it's just... not... enough...
Carrie is fighting, whimpering, and then suddenly, in desperation, she's tapping out.
Starr: Your winner, via submission, and still the CW Broadcast Champion, JAMES KEATON!
The champion drops his latest victim to the mat, entire body shuddering with adrenaline and the hunger to cause more pain. For a few moments he stands over here, considering piling on the punishment, breaking her entirely, but then the official is placing the belt - his belt - into his hands. James' wide-eyed stare travels from Samson to the championship, and he pulls it close to his chest with his teeth bared and the light of mania in his wild expression.
The crowd make their displeasure known as the former Paragon stands tall as champion.
Watson: Carrie Samson left everything out there, she seemed to outsmart Keaton left and right, but in the end, his desire to cling onto that championship is just too great. We saw incredible reversals on both sides, but the technical acumen of the Wicked was not to be denied.
Sydney: Ain't he just one of the greatest? He came into this one hurt from that massive ladder match at StrangleMania, but you can bet your bottom dollar that Keaton won't rest until he gets his match against Jordan Sharpe and trades up that title for something even shinier. Can't deny Samson was impressive though, she almost had him. 'Almost' just won't cut it against this man.
Watson: Let's see if "The Wicked" can keep this momentum going as he goes on to main event UPRISING XXII. We will be Live from Gainesville, Florida on the 27th of April. We will see you all then. For now I am Tim Watson, for Cid Sydney, saying it's time for an UPRISING!!! Good night everyone.
The camera fades on the image of James Keaton clutching the CW Broadcast championship.
Watson: What a night we have had so far, folks! But now it is time for the Main Event. Can James Keaton make it SIX defenses of the CW Broadcast Championship?
Starr: The following match is for one fall, and is for the CW Broadcast Championship! Joining us first, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds ... CARRIE SAMSON!
Bright lights quickly start floating around the arena as "Doin’ it Wrong" by Brent Rivera begins to play. Carrie Samson saunters out onto the stage with a smile before bouncing down the ramp. She leaps onto the ring apron then jumps over the ring ropes. She continues to bounce around.
Starr: And her opponent, from London, England, weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds ... 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.
Watson: Keaton has made it clear he believes his challenger is little more than gutter trash looking for a way up. Carrie Samson is confident she can bring him low with her Care Bear Solution and do what her sister, Nina, could not. One of them is about to be proven right, folks.
DING DING DING
Carrie moves instinctively before the bell is even done ringing, covering the ring in a smiling blur to launch a dropkick for Keaton! The champion is too slow to avoid it completely, catching it on crossed arms and hurling her aside by stepping into the blow. Samson rolls toward the ropes, sprawling out into a baseball slide that carries her through to the outside. Matt Mercer barely gets to start his count, before she completes a brief sprint around the outside and slides back under the bottom rope, coming in like a torpedo to score a surprise roll-up on Keaton!
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NO!
Keaton doesn't kick out; he has instead flung a foot over the ropes, and Mercer steps in to break the pin. Carrie holds onto it though, fumbling around with one hand as she throws the other up in placation to the ref. It's a few seconds before Keaton kicks out anyway, rolling directly to his feet-- and then flopping comically backwards into the center of the ring.
Carrie Samson claps her hands delightedly and throws herself into a second cover!
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TW-- KICKOUT!
The Wicked looks absolutely furious, hurling Carrie off with both hands, reaching toward his feet where he begins to untie the laces of his boots - which have been knotted together by the Halo Syndicate prankster! Samson is grinning ear-to-ear, leaning up against the ropes with a 'Did I do that?' shrug as the crowd laughs along with her. Keaton gets to his feet, now looking considerably more wary of the challenger - but also completely irate, red-faced, and rather dangerous.
They meet in the middle, Carrie with a spring in her step soon broken by the whipcrack of a knife edge chop, then another, before Keaton pulls her into a clinch and and a European uppercut that staggers her onto the ropes. She bounces back, only to be seized into a headlock and pulled into the Wicked DDT! Keaton introduces her cranium to the canvas, then cranks in the necklock fiercely. Mercer hits the mat, asking for an early submission from the Samson sister!
Watson: Carries Salmon has come into this one a house of fire folks! but James Keaton will not be taken down so easily!
Sydney: Keaton was cool and collected until that Vloger starting trying to pull tricks.
The Care Bear fights her way out by hook and by crook, stretching for the ropes as her own face turns red and then purple. She gets a hand on just before it seems like she's about to tap out or pass out, and Keaton holds on for the count of four before releasing her with a pointed snarl. He pauses to jam a kick into the underside of her ribs before stalking back to the center of the ring, tossing his dreadlocks and pointing out at the crowd, who have rallied behind Carrie.
"FUCK YOU, KEATON!" clap-clap-clapclapclap "FUCK YOU, KEATON!"
Samson is still half out on her feet, using the ropes to assist her to standing and then making her way to the corner where she collapses, gasping and shaking her head. The chants turn to her, encouraging the definite underdog to get back into the fight. Keaton isn't giving her time; he comes raging in with a forearm that snaps her head back, and then follows up with a handful more, before slowly drawing back a scintillating slap across the chest. His desire to drag this one out costs him; Carrie comes to life, bringing both arms out and back in with a Mongolian chop, then grabbing the dazed champion to hit a beautiful tornado DDT! She covers!
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
And how! Keaton doesn't just free himself from the pinning predicament, he reverses it, bundling Carrie's knees up toward her head. She's wide-eyed, trying to strike back to keep him at bay, as rather than maintain the pin he starts dropping bombs into her face! She's battered into the canvas by stiff forearms, trying to twist away from this profound punishment by the Wicked, and twists her way right into position for an elevated Boston Crab! The extra elevation puts pressure on her already-cranked neck, and Carrie is screaming in pain as Mercer asks for the submission again...
Watson: Keaton playing the power game now with the Samson sinister.
Sydney: Carries quick though, she can speed this match up and throw The Wicked off of his game!
Try as he might, Carrie is refusing to yield. Cruelty mars Keaton's expression, and for a moment he sits back more deeply, crossing the woman's legs as he seems to consider simply making her snap, but then he laughs and releases the hold - whether it's because he's gassed, or simply wishes to pile on the punishment further, is anyone's guess. Samson claws her way desperately across the canvas, grabbing the ropes anyway, only to be picked up by both feet. James Keaton slings her up into the air and slips in, catching her about the waist. With a massive grunt of effort, he HEAVES and hauls her up into a gutwrench powerbomb that shakes the whole ring!
He stacks her up for the cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
Care Bear barely gets her shoulder up, a thousand yard stare fixating out onto the crowd who get behind her again, their chants and stomps filling the arena much to the open disdain of James Keaton, who seems frustrated that this match has gone anywhere past the two minute mark. Samson finds her feet, adjusting her hair and flicking out her limbs before beckoning the champion back on. He SNORTS at that, shakes his head and beckons right back to her. It's her job to come to him.
She's too plucky not to oblige, and gets instantly tangled up by the counter-wrestling of Keaton, who ties her up into a hammerlock, kicks a knee from under her, and then hits a northern lariat as she starts to fall. He's laughing now, tapping the side of his skull as the crowd jeer him. With heavy hands he pulls Samson to her feet, smashes her with another chop to the chest. She stumbles, catches herself, and then holds up a finger as if to say, 'wait!' Keaton scowls, confused by the gesture.
It's all the opening Carrie needs to snatch her hand toward his nose, coming away with her thumb protruding from between her knuckles. There's an uncertain moment before the crowd swells.
"SHE GOT YOUR NOSE!" clap-clap-clapclapclap
James Keaton couldn't look much more completely disgusted if he tried. With a furious yell he slams a sharp kick into her thigh, and yanks Carrie Samson toward him, crushing her against his far bulkier frame. He's about to ease back into a belly-to-belly suplex, when she wriggles free, switches grip, and hurls him into the air with the exact same move! BEARPLEX! Keaton thuds onto the canvas and bounces into a skid, coming up in a three-point crouch, staring down his playful challenger. He does his damnedest to look even more disgusted. It's marginally effective.
Carrie is breathing heavily, but she still extends her fist, thumb protruding, and wiggles it.
"SHE GOT YOUR NOSE!" clap-clap-clapclapclap
Watson: I do believe... Carrie has Keaton's nose!
Sydney: These games are only going to piss the champion off, Tim. But that could be what Carrie needs to do in order to win this one.
Uncharacteristically, Keaton is beginning to slow this deep into the match, his frustration perhaps masking some physical issues - there's a drag to his step as he runs Samson down and attempts to catch her with a thudding boot to the gut. She's able to stumble aside, getting one foot onto the turnbuckle post behind and using it to launch herself up and over into a somersault neckbreaker! Keaton hits the mat hard, his body stiffening on impact, but he manages to invert and catch Samson with a scissor-leg takedown before she can get away, rolling across her back into a snug headlock that he cranks on even as she gets a foot across the ropes. He holds until 4.5, then releases and steps away, turning his back for a moment.
Samson looks to seize the opening, taking one stomping step... and then she taps him on the shoulder. As Keaton turns into a spinning elbow strike, he strikes where her head was a moment before. She's hit the deck, and dives through the legs to score another schoolgirl roll-up!
ONE
NO!
Keaton rolls through, entangling Carrie's limbs and taking her for a technical ride back into the center of the ring, where he's twisted her up and over with a double wristlock. Sliding onto his back, the Wicked catches her in the spine with both legs, hoisting her up and over into an agonizing surfboard variation. With her own legs free, Samson is able to find the momentum to roll forward in spite of the size and strength differential; but this plays right into Keaton's trap. He releases her sharply, pushing with his legs to land on her spine with her face crushed right into the mat. He poses there in cruciform, smirking coldly, grinding his heels in with a twist that draws a pained scream from the Syndicate prankster. The crowd know what's coming, and turn on Keaton instantly...
He moves to seize the Japanese stranglehold, and Samson fights back once more, flipping over and catching the champion with a monkey flip that sees him land, impressively, on his feet! He turns to face her, but she's already kipped up and span with canny instinct of her own, ready to hit him with the Zit Zat! Keaton's face hits the canvas, and Samson floats over for the cover!
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!
Watson: That was as close as Carries Samson has come thus far to winning gold here in EWC!
Sydney: Close is not good enough, Tim. She needs to find a way to take this one home!
The Wicked extricates himself right into a headlock this time, pulling Samson back in before she can pull away. Both of them almost lose their footing on the way up, and he barely maintains his grip, staggering with the challenger toward the ropes. She's continuing to make a pest of herself, stamping on a foot and kicking at his shin, and a swearing Keaton is forced to release her, rattling her with another European uppercut and then grabbing her by the head and arm, whipping her toward the opposite set of ropes. He catches her on the way back with a spinning sidewalk slam, into a backbreaker! The Wicked Backbreaker! Samson screams, arching her back in pain and falling from her ass to her face on the canvas, where Keaton stands over her, laughing triumphantly.
He bends to seize two handfuls of hair, but even in her agony, Samson has the wherewithal to fight back, attempting to drive a palm into his groin. Keaton darts back and also stumbles again, righting himself with a hand on his knee, shaking his dreadlocked head in disbelief at the girl's audacity. She manages to get onto all fours, struggles to rise, collapses again as pain surges through her badly-punished back. Keaton is laughing, circling the outside of the ring. He gives her time to rise, staggering back to vertical base, looking at him through dazed eyes. She points at those same eyes, and then at the champion's, her hand shaking as she continues to defy his will.
The Wicked snarls, dives forward, under an attempted spin kick by Carrie Samson. She lands still swinging, following up with a palm strike that catches him on the cheek - ending as more of a stern slap that does little but further enrage the beast. He replies with a sharp headbutt, grabs her arms and starts to twist her up into a pretzel once more, turning her around...
She catches him with a mule kick between the legs! Matt Mercer barks a warning, but Carrie is already turning to reverse-whip Keaton toward the ropes, using her whole body weight to overpower him in this moment. She stumbles, but this only gives her more momentum as his is driven back toward her - and with a scream that's equal parts pain and determination, she tumbles into a 540 spinning kick! The Care Bear Solution! Just like she promised!
...but Keaton's eyes are wide. He's ready. His arm loops underneath her leg, cupping a thigh, hauling her up and over, into a capture suplex that inverts her into a vertical spin! She's tossed like a ragdoll, bounces off the turnbuckle, somehow LANDS ON HER FEET--
--only to get caught in a Japanese stranglehold! The Wicked is grinning like a savage, as he chokes her out and plants her on the mat, sitting back into the Wicked Clutch! The pressure on her spine is excruciating, the crowd rallies behind her but it's just... not... enough...
Carrie is fighting, whimpering, and then suddenly, in desperation, she's tapping out.
DING DING DING
Starr: Your winner, via submission, and still the CW Broadcast Champion, JAMES KEATON!
The champion drops his latest victim to the mat, entire body shuddering with adrenaline and the hunger to cause more pain. For a few moments he stands over here, considering piling on the punishment, breaking her entirely, but then the official is placing the belt - his belt - into his hands. James' wide-eyed stare travels from Samson to the championship, and he pulls it close to his chest with his teeth bared and the light of mania in his wild expression.
The crowd make their displeasure known as the former Paragon stands tall as champion.
Watson: Carrie Samson left everything out there, she seemed to outsmart Keaton left and right, but in the end, his desire to cling onto that championship is just too great. We saw incredible reversals on both sides, but the technical acumen of the Wicked was not to be denied.
Sydney: Ain't he just one of the greatest? He came into this one hurt from that massive ladder match at StrangleMania, but you can bet your bottom dollar that Keaton won't rest until he gets his match against Jordan Sharpe and trades up that title for something even shinier. Can't deny Samson was impressive though, she almost had him. 'Almost' just won't cut it against this man.
Watson: Let's see if "The Wicked" can keep this momentum going as he goes on to main event UPRISING XXII. We will be Live from Gainesville, Florida on the 27th of April. We will see you all then. For now I am Tim Watson, for Cid Sydney, saying it's time for an UPRISING!!! Good night everyone.
The camera fades on the image of James Keaton clutching the CW Broadcast championship.
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Xavier Reid
TheSouthernExpress
Ibuki Ito & Asriel Buzzard
James Keaton/Jocelyn Gage
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: The Mad King
MATCH TWO
WRITER: @thepaython
MATCH THREE
WRITER: Chunks of Darna Dare
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: PARAMOUNT
MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Bear and Grace
MATCH SIX
WRITER: Mark Storm
MATCH SEVEN| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Chunks of Darna Dare
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH
X-DIVISION RULES
Adriana Aquilla Vs Xavier Reid
WINNER: Via DQ for actions post match: Adriana Aquilla
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SINGLES MATCH
Johnny Malestrom Vs Nevaeh
WINNER: Nevaeh
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TAG TEAM SHOWCASW
The Sharpes (Saidie & JFS) Vs The HunterS (Jason & Ruthann)
WINNERS: The Sharpes (Saidie & JFS)
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SINGLES MATCH
Asriel Buzzard Vs Marcu$ $t. John
WINNER: Marcu$ $t. John
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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
NON-TITLE MATCH
The Hawaiian Hunters Vs The Southern Express
WINNERS: The Southern Express
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SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE
Faith Rivers Vs Killjoy Ito
WINNER: Killjoy Ito
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SINGLES MATCH
FOR THE CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Carrie Samson Vs "The Wicked James Keaton
WINNERS: and STILL CW Broadcast Champion: James Keaton
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: James Keaton/Jocelyn Gage
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Marcu$ $t. John vs Asriel Buzzard
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