PARAMOUNT #26 - AUSTRAILIA
Oct 19, 2022 20:24:02 GMT -6
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Post by PARAMOUNT on Oct 19, 2022 20:24:02 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 Adelaide Oval tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Adelaide knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show on Wednesday night is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy riffs from 'Superstar' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.
** THE PINNACLE DOWN UNDER! **
EPISODE #26
EPISODE #26
OCTOBER 19TH, 2021
LIVE! from the Adelaide Oval - Adelaide, AustraliaWARNING: 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 Adelaide Oval!
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 Adelaide Oval tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Adelaide 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 Paramount Wrestling logo appears and flashes of the roster appear on the screen such as Emma Louise, "The Last Magician" Sally Talfourd, Adriana Aquilla , Killjoy, "The Wicked" James Keaton, Jordan Freakin' Sharpe, Sour Candy, Ezio DeLuca, "The Beautiful Battleship" Sonya, Jadyn Keep, Reginald Dampshaw III, Maledetto, Salvador Serenity, "Jack of Hearts" Jack Hart, "The Canadian Badass" Shaker Jones, Next Level, and finally The Southern Express with Bunny Love. The final images shown is a montage of Asriel Buzzard, the CW Broadcast Championship around his waist, Marcu$ $t. John and the EWC North American championship high over his shoulder, and then El-Pablo swimming in a pool of Skittles, the EWC X-Division championship diagonal across his chest
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 Adelaide Oval with them here tonight. The Paramount Wrestling fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:
"THIS IS THE MOST DANGEROUS ROSTER ON THE PLANET!"
"G'DAY ADDY: I'D SWIPE RIGHT ON YOU!"
"SALVADOR: I'VE GOT THE HOOKUP ON SOME PRIME AUSSIE HERB"
"KILLJOY: THE NEXT EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION"
"A DINGO ATE MY BABY!"
"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: FROM THE HOME OF THE WEST END REDBACKS AND THE ADELAIDE CROWS WE ARE LIVE! Welcome to Paramount Wrestling down under! We are in the beautiful city of Adelaide here in Australia. I am Tim Watson. He is Cid Sydney. Cid. How the hell are ya mate?!
Sydney: G'Day Tim! Tonight we are on the road to Youngblood, then the finale of Paramount and finally the big one, the FOUR DAY event known as WrestleFest! Anything can and will happen here tonight, especially with this stacked card for you. We start off with a debut as Tanja Devereaux, fresh off of defecting to the orange brand, takes on Addy Aquilla in our opening bout! Then we will see newcomer Jack Hart taking on former CW Broadcast champion Sally Talfourd in what she is billing as her FINAL match!
Watson: 2022 Insanity Cage winner and EWC X-Division champion El Pablo takes on two men who would love to stall his momentum in Shaker Jones and Reginald Dampshaw II. Round FOUR of Killjoy and EWC North American Champion Marcu$ $t. John will happen tonight as well. Killjoy still has that rematch in his back pocket and we are being told that he will announce WHEN that match will happen tonight!
Sydney: Asriel Buzzard looks to make it two successful defenses when he takes on Salvador Serenity for the CW Broadcast Championship and then in our main event the bitter feud between 3C comes to a head as Saidie Sharpe takes on Sour Candy in a Parking Lot Brawl that promises to not dissappoint!
Watson: Candy sure to be extra sour tonight after not being able to capture the EWC North American Championship at Paramount #25 and Saidie Sharpe is looking for retribution from that brutal attack on her Uncle, Jordan Sharpe. So much going on here tonight folks.
Sydney: We have all this and SO MUCH MORE! Our first match of the night will be coming up right after this quick message from EWCTV. Don't go anywhere .. Paramount Wrestling action will be back in exactly 1 minute
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Love: Miss Goldrush, how nice it is to see you…
He extends his hand in an awkward manner towards Lisa, who ignores it and pushes her microphone towards Buddy. As he’s about to speak the door opens a bit more and Killjoy walks out into the hallway. He looks at Lisa, who moves the microphone towards him but he reaches out and pushes it back towards Buddy as he walks away from the two and heads towards his locker room. Lisa watches him leave and then turns her attention back to Buddy.
Goldrush: Last week at Paramount #025 you said you would make an announcement concerning Killjoy’s rematch for the EWC Undisputed Championship this week and as we saw earlier this week a decision has been made, the paperwork has been drawn up and judging from the amount of time the two of you were in that office I’m guessing a decision has been made and a match has been agreed upon…
Buddy continues to smile as he nods his head yeah.
Love: Why yes we did, just moments ago we signed the contract to make it official, Killjoy will invoke his EWC Undisputed Championship rematch clause and boy did we have options Lisa…see we took our time, wanted to find the right moment…the perfect moment to opt into our rematch, this isn’t just any old championship, it’s the EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP, we had to make it matter and while our beloved GM wanted to lock the date in for the second half of the season we were in no real rush…
Goldrush: Some might accuse you of hoping or waiting for The Queen to maybe…lose the championship, to maybe make things easier…
The smile on Buddy’s face fades away from this statement.
Love: Well those people would be stupid, see we hold all the cards to when we have the rematch and we do so on our timetable and nobody else's…we waited and watched as Narumi blew her shot after demanding us to ‘stay out of her match’ at Night of Champions, we let Ace have his ‘rematch’ that was promised to him after he was unable to beat us at StrangleMania…one by one we watched others take their shot and come up short…that was until Rampage #507: Uncensored…
Buddy smirks.
Love: It was the upset heard round the world wasn’t it…Lavender beats Melody and the Queen is removed from her throne…we heard her screaming at the top of her lungs about ‘her championship’ and how she was coming for it at WrestleFest…a match that El Pablo won the rights to inside the Insanity Cage, the Queen was crashing the party and while we were going to stand back and allow that match to be a one on one match well Melody went and tossed a monkey wrench into match…now El Pablo has to face TWO members of the Rampage roster and that’s just unfair isn’t it…
Goldrush: Well trust me, Lavender and Melody Malone are not going to work as a team, did you see the look on Melody’s face…
Love: I did and while I’m sure there is hurt feelings the odds are still stacked against El Pablo and Paramount…now I’ll be honest with you Lisa, our intent was to cash in our rematch at the Season Finale of Paramount, that was ALWAYS out intent but…
Buddy pressed his hands together and lifts them his mouth for a second, trying to hide the joy on his face.
Love: We were told that wasn’t an option…so I’m happy, NO THRILLED to announce that it will no longer be Lavender defending her EWC Undisputed Championship against the Insanity Cage winner and the EWC X-Division Champion El Pablo and the former champion herself Melody Malone…no, it will now be Lavender v. El Pablo v. Melody Malone v. KILLJOY in the Main Event of WrestleFest!!!
The crowd inside the Adelaide Oval erupts at this news as Buddy smiles.
Love: And I’m sure Marcu$ $t. John is smiling ear to ear at this news…
Goldrush: And why would Marcu$ $t. John care about this news Buddy…
Love: Because after we beat him here tonight he will be safe from having to defend that North American Championship for the top star here on Paramount…KILLJOY…
Buddy smiles as he gives the camera a little wink.
Love: See Killjoy is everything Marcu$ was suppose to be here in Paramount, he’s the star Marcu$ dreamed he’d be, the star Marcu$ can’t seem to figure out right, 0-3 against Killjoy and while Marcu$ can beat the likes of Ace King, Sour Candy, James Keaton and Asriel Buzzard he just can’t seem to beat Killjoy and that has to be killing him…each and every time he looks at that championship, the championship that’ suppose to signal he’s ‘the best of Paramount’, the B.O.P. he knows he’s the S.B.O.P., the second best of Paramount. So tonight we expect him to come out, ‘guns a blazing’ in hopes of beating Killjoy but we have seen this song and dance and know how it will end…
Buddy’s smile wides as he looks at Lisa/
Love: Marcu$ on his back looking up at the lights wondering what the hell just hit him, well that would be Killjoy’s knee once again and that ringing in your head, that’s just the bell signaling the match is over…can’t wait to see you out there Marcu$...really can’t wait…
Buddy winks to the camera and then at Lisa as he follows after Killjoy.
SINGLES MATCH
Tanja Devereaux
VS Adriana Aquilla
We return to ringside where Tim and Cid are standing by, accompanied by... King Flip?!
Watson: Well we already have our first surprise of the night folks, Killjoy is cashing in his rematch for the EWC Undisputed championship at WrestleFest!!! but wait... there's more! King Flip will be joining us for commentary for our opening match, which starts... right now! Take it away Isabella Starr!
Starr: The following match is a one-on-one contest scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 120 pounds ... 'LO DIVINO' ADRIANA AQUIIILLAAA!
'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, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 115 pounds ... 'THE WICKED WITCH OF THE BAYOU' TANJAAA DEVEREEEAAAUUUX!
Pyro engulfs the entrance platform as Videos of bustling crowds in various locations of New Orleans appear on the x-tron to the sounds of 'Daughters of Darkness' by Halestorm. Tanja comes out onto the top of the ramp in a style compared to Gail Kim during her early time in TNA before heading down the ramp with some of her black leather coat flows at her feet while the mix of boos and jeers and cheers from the crowd fills the arena. She slaps hands with a few fans at ringside before she reaches the bottom of the ramp.
Tanja walk up towards the ring and enters via under the bottom rope and jumps onto the middle turnbuckle. She poses as she does her usual taunt with a hand and arm in the air as "Daughters of Darkness" continues to play. Tanja steps off the turnbuckle as she removes the leather coat and throws it into a random corner.
Addy and Tanja jockey for position in the center of the ring. Each competitor taking steps to the left and right trying to catch an opening in the opposition's defense. Aquilla leaps forward and Tanja lifts the knee to her midsection for the block. Devereaux grapples her opponent and executes a beautiful butterfly suplex onto the canvas. Addy winces as she bounces off the canvas and bounds back to her feet as her opponent does much the same. Lo Divino connects with a dropkick straight to the face. Then a superkick right to the chin as both get to their feet once again. Tanja takes the blast to the chin and is sent toppling through the ropes to the thinly-padded concrete outside the ring. Devereaux doesn't have more than a few seconds to breathe as she makes eye contact with King Flip at the commentary booth and scowls at him. The momentary distraction is just enough for Addy to leap to the top turnbuckle and turn into a magnificent moonsault onto the outside. The Bayou Witch turns right into it and eats the high-flying maneuver to a huge pop from the audience.
Watson: THAT ONE WILL LEAVE A MARK! What a Moonsault by Adriana Aquilla!
King Flip: You've got that right, Watson. Adriana is the girl to beat when it comes to great opening matches on the orange brand. I've been a huge fan of this girl for two years and know what she's capable of. Not to mention she doesn't interrupt title matches so I immediately like her a whole lot more than her opponent.
Sydney: WHO CARES! Tear her apart Tanja!!!!
Aquilla lifts Tanja up on the outside of the ring much to the chagrin of the referee trying to wrangle the action back into the ring. Her opponent connects with three consecutive blows to the midsection and breaks from their grasp. Roundhouse kick! Tanja spins into a boot to the face of Addy, knocking her back into the steel steps. The referee has begun a count at this point and had gotten to three before Devereaux rolls in and back out of the ring to break the count. Addy is trying to get to her feet, but Tanja is right there to keep her down. Tiger suplex from Tanja to Addy keeps Aquilla down on the padding. Again Tanja takes her time and allows the referee to get through a seven count before rolling in and out of the ring for a second time. Tanja stays on the ring apron this time, smiling at a very furious referee but otherwise ignoring them. She waits for Adriana to get to their feet and turn right into an attempted tornado DDT. But Addy catches her and stops the maneuver on her feet. In a moment of pure strength she turns the grapple into her favor for a finishing maneuver out of nowhere. Perfectly executed fisherman's brainbuster PLANTS Tanja onto the thinly-padded concrete.
King Flip: Hell yeah, Addy! Get 'er and stay on her!
Watson: DIVINE JUDGEMENT! Adriana Aquilla keeps finding ways to keep this match in her favor it seems
Sydney: It means nothing if Tanja keeps coming back with answers though! She is showing her experience and it is paying off and making Adriana reek of desperation.
ONE... TWO...
Adriana and Tanja are wincing and writhing on the padding outside the ring.
THREE... FOUR...
Addy gets to one knee but it's tough trying to shake those cobwebs loose. Tanja has one hand on the back of her neck on all fours.
FIVE... SIX...
Tanja is now gaining some semblance outside the ring as Addy rolls into the ring.
SEVEN... EIGHT...
Addy uses the corner in the ring to get to her feet. Tanja stumbles into the ring in a bit of a daze.
NINE...
Tanja pops up. Addy tries to take advantage and keep the offensive, but ends up running right into a masterful straight-jacket neckbreaker signature move. HOODOO! Tanja quickly gets the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-NO!!!
Addy gets a stiff shoulder into the air, breaking the three count just in time. Tanja slams her hands on the ground and argues with the referee about the count for just a second. She turns back to Addy and readies her next move in wait. Loas' Speaker stalks Lo Divino and looks to be locking in her signature crucifix armbar. GRIS GRIS! Wait, no! Addy blocks it with a wild right hand to the face and the two opponents bounce away from each other off the canvas. Addy swiftly bounces back up a half second before Tanja and runs into her signature shining wizard blast to the face. DIVINE WIZARD! NO!! Tanja ducks her head and Addy goes flying over, missing the terrifying knee to the face. Devereaux has the positioning. She grapples Addy and swings her around for her signature fireman's carry into a swinging side slam. CITY OF THE DEAD! What the hell!? Addy reverses at the last second and sends Tanja skidding off the canvas with a wild arm drag out of nowhere. Both opponents get to their feet in the center of the ring and turn right into one another. Tanja shoots low and takes Addy to the canvas. It takes a moment but Tanja is able to strength and speed her way into locking in her finishing submission. BAYOU ST. JOHN! Addy cries out in pain as the Indian deathlock gets clenched in tight. After a moment of writhing about unable to find purchase against the bottom rope nearest her... Addy taps out!
Starr: And your winner, via submiossion... TANJA DEVEREAUX!!!
Tanja takes a solid three seconds before releasing the hold, rolling to the nearest corner before getting to her feet and looking out to the crowd in Adelaide, the evil smirk searing her face. She begins to laugh a bit before she turns to Addy, who is still on her knees, holding the arm that was just in that Indian Deathlock.. Tanja yells at her "YOU HAVE BEEN CLEANSED LITTLE ONE" and continues to cackle.
Watson: Adriana Aquilla fought valiantly, but it just was not enough.. Tanja Devereaux wins in her debut match here on Paramount Wrestling!
Sydney: Tanja said she is here to Cleanse Paramount and she got off on the right start here tonight.. Let's see where she goes from here!
King Flip: Addy definitely gave it her all but that grimy Bayou broad got the W. She'll get hers soon enough, and that's all I've got to say about that. Someone make sure Addy's alright.
The referee checks on Addy as Tanja starts to stalk her way up the ramp.
Watson: We're just getting started here tonight folks, DO NOT GO ANYWHERE!
Camera cuts to ...
Watson: Well we already have our first surprise of the night folks, Killjoy is cashing in his rematch for the EWC Undisputed championship at WrestleFest!!! but wait... there's more! King Flip will be joining us for commentary for our opening match, which starts... right now! Take it away Isabella Starr!
Starr: The following match is a one-on-one contest scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 120 pounds ... 'LO DIVINO' ADRIANA AQUIIILLAAA!
'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, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 115 pounds ... 'THE WICKED WITCH OF THE BAYOU' TANJAAA DEVEREEEAAAUUUX!
Pyro engulfs the entrance platform as Videos of bustling crowds in various locations of New Orleans appear on the x-tron to the sounds of 'Daughters of Darkness' by Halestorm. Tanja comes out onto the top of the ramp in a style compared to Gail Kim during her early time in TNA before heading down the ramp with some of her black leather coat flows at her feet while the mix of boos and jeers and cheers from the crowd fills the arena. She slaps hands with a few fans at ringside before she reaches the bottom of the ramp.
Tanja walk up towards the ring and enters via under the bottom rope and jumps onto the middle turnbuckle. She poses as she does her usual taunt with a hand and arm in the air as "Daughters of Darkness" continues to play. Tanja steps off the turnbuckle as she removes the leather coat and throws it into a random corner.
DING DING DING
Addy and Tanja jockey for position in the center of the ring. Each competitor taking steps to the left and right trying to catch an opening in the opposition's defense. Aquilla leaps forward and Tanja lifts the knee to her midsection for the block. Devereaux grapples her opponent and executes a beautiful butterfly suplex onto the canvas. Addy winces as she bounces off the canvas and bounds back to her feet as her opponent does much the same. Lo Divino connects with a dropkick straight to the face. Then a superkick right to the chin as both get to their feet once again. Tanja takes the blast to the chin and is sent toppling through the ropes to the thinly-padded concrete outside the ring. Devereaux doesn't have more than a few seconds to breathe as she makes eye contact with King Flip at the commentary booth and scowls at him. The momentary distraction is just enough for Addy to leap to the top turnbuckle and turn into a magnificent moonsault onto the outside. The Bayou Witch turns right into it and eats the high-flying maneuver to a huge pop from the audience.
Watson: THAT ONE WILL LEAVE A MARK! What a Moonsault by Adriana Aquilla!
King Flip: You've got that right, Watson. Adriana is the girl to beat when it comes to great opening matches on the orange brand. I've been a huge fan of this girl for two years and know what she's capable of. Not to mention she doesn't interrupt title matches so I immediately like her a whole lot more than her opponent.
Sydney: WHO CARES! Tear her apart Tanja!!!!
Aquilla lifts Tanja up on the outside of the ring much to the chagrin of the referee trying to wrangle the action back into the ring. Her opponent connects with three consecutive blows to the midsection and breaks from their grasp. Roundhouse kick! Tanja spins into a boot to the face of Addy, knocking her back into the steel steps. The referee has begun a count at this point and had gotten to three before Devereaux rolls in and back out of the ring to break the count. Addy is trying to get to her feet, but Tanja is right there to keep her down. Tiger suplex from Tanja to Addy keeps Aquilla down on the padding. Again Tanja takes her time and allows the referee to get through a seven count before rolling in and out of the ring for a second time. Tanja stays on the ring apron this time, smiling at a very furious referee but otherwise ignoring them. She waits for Adriana to get to their feet and turn right into an attempted tornado DDT. But Addy catches her and stops the maneuver on her feet. In a moment of pure strength she turns the grapple into her favor for a finishing maneuver out of nowhere. Perfectly executed fisherman's brainbuster PLANTS Tanja onto the thinly-padded concrete.
King Flip: Hell yeah, Addy! Get 'er and stay on her!
Watson: DIVINE JUDGEMENT! Adriana Aquilla keeps finding ways to keep this match in her favor it seems
Sydney: It means nothing if Tanja keeps coming back with answers though! She is showing her experience and it is paying off and making Adriana reek of desperation.
ONE... TWO...
Adriana and Tanja are wincing and writhing on the padding outside the ring.
THREE... FOUR...
Addy gets to one knee but it's tough trying to shake those cobwebs loose. Tanja has one hand on the back of her neck on all fours.
FIVE... SIX...
Tanja is now gaining some semblance outside the ring as Addy rolls into the ring.
SEVEN... EIGHT...
Addy uses the corner in the ring to get to her feet. Tanja stumbles into the ring in a bit of a daze.
NINE...
Tanja pops up. Addy tries to take advantage and keep the offensive, but ends up running right into a masterful straight-jacket neckbreaker signature move. HOODOO! Tanja quickly gets the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-NO!!!
Addy gets a stiff shoulder into the air, breaking the three count just in time. Tanja slams her hands on the ground and argues with the referee about the count for just a second. She turns back to Addy and readies her next move in wait. Loas' Speaker stalks Lo Divino and looks to be locking in her signature crucifix armbar. GRIS GRIS! Wait, no! Addy blocks it with a wild right hand to the face and the two opponents bounce away from each other off the canvas. Addy swiftly bounces back up a half second before Tanja and runs into her signature shining wizard blast to the face. DIVINE WIZARD! NO!! Tanja ducks her head and Addy goes flying over, missing the terrifying knee to the face. Devereaux has the positioning. She grapples Addy and swings her around for her signature fireman's carry into a swinging side slam. CITY OF THE DEAD! What the hell!? Addy reverses at the last second and sends Tanja skidding off the canvas with a wild arm drag out of nowhere. Both opponents get to their feet in the center of the ring and turn right into one another. Tanja shoots low and takes Addy to the canvas. It takes a moment but Tanja is able to strength and speed her way into locking in her finishing submission. BAYOU ST. JOHN! Addy cries out in pain as the Indian deathlock gets clenched in tight. After a moment of writhing about unable to find purchase against the bottom rope nearest her... Addy taps out!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via submiossion... TANJA DEVEREAUX!!!
Tanja takes a solid three seconds before releasing the hold, rolling to the nearest corner before getting to her feet and looking out to the crowd in Adelaide, the evil smirk searing her face. She begins to laugh a bit before she turns to Addy, who is still on her knees, holding the arm that was just in that Indian Deathlock.. Tanja yells at her "YOU HAVE BEEN CLEANSED LITTLE ONE" and continues to cackle.
Watson: Adriana Aquilla fought valiantly, but it just was not enough.. Tanja Devereaux wins in her debut match here on Paramount Wrestling!
Sydney: Tanja said she is here to Cleanse Paramount and she got off on the right start here tonight.. Let's see where she goes from here!
King Flip: Addy definitely gave it her all but that grimy Bayou broad got the W. She'll get hers soon enough, and that's all I've got to say about that. Someone make sure Addy's alright.
The referee checks on Addy as Tanja starts to stalk her way up the ramp.
Watson: We're just getting started here tonight folks, DO NOT GO ANYWHERE!
Camera cuts to ...
The camera goes backstage and catches Marcu$ $t. John stretching and getting ready for his match against Killjoy. He notices the camera zooming in on him and he stops and smiles. He stares directly into the camera never changing his facial expression. He grabs the camera away from the camera man and takes control of it as he takes the audience on a journey around the arena. He tells the camera man to follow behind him.
M$J: I know everyone thinks that I’m probably stiff and nervous about this match tonight but you’re as wrong as wrong can be. While I’m the champ, Killjoy is still the top dog in my eyes on Paramount and it pains me to admit that. Don’t believe me? Let’s take a trip shall we.
He walks around the corridors of the Adelaide Oval and stops on a poster of Killjoy Ito for StrangleMania XVII. He zooms in on the poster first focusing on Killjoy’s face then second on the Undisputed Championship that he is holding.
M$J: For starters, look at him. Holding the pinnacle of our sport. A title that he is so hell bent on getting back and I definitely can’t blame him. On the poster by himself, not sharing it like I have done so many times before. Almost defiant as if to say no one was equal at that given point and time. Not only representing Paramount but the entire EWC by holding that strap in his hands. Let’s continue on though.
He leaves the current corridor and makes his way towards the merchandise stand. Many fans fill the area as they give a big cheer as Marcu$ approaches them. He high fives a few and lets some of them get a bit of camera time before going to all the products that were being sold.
M$J: Plenty of Marcu$ $t. John merch but I barely even wear my own stuff. I’m too busy wearing other people’s shirts to promote them and the entirety of this brand just like the shirt that I have on now.
Marcu$ turns the camera towards himself and shows off his new Jack of Hearts t shirt representing one of the newest members of the Paramount roster in Jack Heart. He turns the camera back around on the merch stand.
M$J: I have plenty of merch here but look at the Ace of Paramount’s section. Massive isn’t it. If I didn’t know what a star was, I sure as hell do now. But since I’m the cameraman, lets do some interviews.
He briefly stops the two employees working the merchandise stand to ask them some questions.
M$J: Who is your favorite Paramount Superstar?
The two employees look at each other before the first one answers.
Employee #1: Well, there are a lot of incredible people on this roster but if I had to pick my favorite, I would have to say Killjoy. He’s just the total package. He has everything that you could want in a favorite superstar.
The crowd erupts in chants of ACE! ACE! ACE! ACE! Marcu$ even joins in on the fun and chants for a few seconds before he awaits the second employee’s answer.
Employee #2: Are you kidding me? I’m talking to the guy right now and this is awesome! No other than The Young Mogul himself, Marcu$ $t. John! You may be rich but your rise here has been built not bought and that makes it all the more impressive.
The fans near the merch stand erupt once more and start chants of M$J! M$J! M$J! M$J! Marcu$ again joins in the chants of his own name before asking the two employees their names and his final question for the interview.
M$J: So, tell me your names and then predict who is going to win this match tonight between myself and Killjoy.
Employee #1: My name is Samantha and I have to go with my main man Killjoy of course.
She giggles a bit and blushes before looking at her counterpart for their answer.
Employee #2: I’m Tommy and you already know I’m rooting for M$J to win this matchup tonight.
The fans then start chanting both superstars’ names again with about 60% of the crowd chanting for Killjoy to win the match.
M$J: Thanks Samantha and Tommy, I appreciate your honesty and candidness. Thank you for making the magic happen back here for our loyal fans.
He hands the camera back to its rightful owner.
M$J: Killjoy I get it. I’m 0-3 against you. Every year I think I’m ready and every year you have shut me down. I guess that means I might as well leave the arena and pack up my bags huh? Wrong! I realize how great you are, I understand everything that you have accomplished. I also know that I’m fighting an uphill battle against probably one of the top 3 superstars in the entire company. I still stand here unfazed. Determined, dedicated, and defiant. I’m all about fun but when that bell rings tonight understand that you are fighting against a man that knows what it’s like to lose to you, knows how it feels to be humbled, and knows what a victory over you would do for me. Tonight, I change the narrative, this time Killjoy will know what it feels like to lose to me. Goodluck with your Undisputed Championship rematch, I’ll be waiting in Season 24 with hopes that our fifth encounter has bigger stakes on the line.
The camera watches as Marcu$ walks away to get ready for the match.
SINGLES MATCH
"The Jack of Hearts" Jack Hart
VS "The Last Magician" Sally Talfourd
We return to ringside where Tim, Cid, and Flip(?!) are standing by.
Watson: Flip had so much fun he's sticking around all night folks! Up next we have what we are being told is Sally Talfourd's FINAL match! Will she get a win? Let's find out!
The lights turn blue and red. 'TroubleMaker' hits the speakers. The song bursts to life, out races Sally to the front of the stage. Raising her hands to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd.
Starr: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is ‘The Last Magician’ ... SALLY TALFOURD!”
Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd, then dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top and strides to the centre of the ring.
Starr: And the opponent, from urricane, West Virginia and weighing in at 232 pounds, He is The Jack Of Hearts ... JACK HART!
The thumping of 'Old Yellow Bricks' begins to play and as the words start, through the curtain emerges 'The Jack of Hearts' Jack Hart with a black T shirt reading 'The Jack of Hearts' and a heart symbol beneath the text. With minimal fuss, he marches down the ramp and to ringside, slapping the hands of the fans as he does a circle around the ring before climbing the steel steps and entering the ring through the middle rope. Arms aloft he gees up the crowd by bouncing off the ropes closest to the camera in this stance and climb up to the middle turnbuckle to raise one arm aloft with his index finger pointing to the sky.
DING DING DING
Sally runs at Jack for a spinning heel kick. He ducks and she crashes to the canvas. He goes to lift Sally, but she takes him down with a headscissors. Sally grabs at Jack's arm ad tries to apply a cross armbreaker. Jack rolls underneath Sally and pushes her away. Jack gets to his feet and runs at Sally, but he runs into a dropkick. Sally lashes out with a superkick. Jack catches her foot to block the move. He throws it to the side. Sally spins on her other foot and smacks Jack with a dragon whip. Jack gets to his feet as Sally runs at him hitting a leg lariat. She covers him.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Jack gets a shoulder off the mat. Sally lifts Jack to his feet but he pushes her away and hits her on the jaw with a bicycle kick. Sally staggers away clutching her jaw. Jack runs hitting a high running knee that spins Sally into Jack's arms. He spins her again with a belly to belly suplex that drives her to the mat. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sally rolls to her side breaking the count.
Watson: A strong kick out there!
Sydney: That it is. That ring shook with the force of the belly to belly.
King Flip: Stay on him, 'Last Magician.' You can be right back on top and you know it. All it takes is a few clean victories over the right people.
King Flip: Stay on him, 'Last Magician.' You can be right back on top and you know it. All it takes is a few clean victories over the right people.
Both get to their feet where Sally walks into a Superkick. She drops back and lands on the mat where Jack hooks the leg as he covers her.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sally manages to get a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Jack pulls her to her feet. Sally shoves him away and jacks Jack's jaw with an Either Or. Jack springs back and crashes to the mat. Sally crawls on top and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Jack raises an arm high in the air breaking the count.
Watson: I thought that was it!
Sydney: As did I. Jack Hart didn't think so.
King Flip: Jack Hart? I wonder if he's Ace Hart's newest second cousin or something. They've got similar cheek bones.
King Flip: Jack Hart? I wonder if he's Ace Hart's newest second cousin or something. They've got similar cheek bones.
Sally lifts Jack to his feet but he rams his shoulder into Sally's gut doubling her over. He positions her for a Heartstopper. Sally counters with a backdrop that sends Jack to the mat. He gets to his feet but walks into The Outro. Sally rolls him over and make the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall...."The Last Magician"... SALLY TALFOURD!
Sally pulls herself to her feet using the ropes. She raises an arm in victory before losing her balance and falling through the ropes. She grabs the ropes and lands on her feet before heading up the ramp.
Watson: A big win for Sally Talfourd! If this was her swan song, then she went out on the top, which is what any fighter would want.
Sydney: That's not to say that Jack Hart had a bad match. He had plenty of moments in this where we thought he had this in the bag.
King Flip: Sally Talfourd is a damn fine competitor. Night of Champions showed where her heart is, and right now all we're seeing is that same woman magnified. The fans love her. I respect her. Hell of a career if that is indeed all she wrote.
King Flip: Sally Talfourd is a damn fine competitor. Night of Champions showed where her heart is, and right now all we're seeing is that same woman magnified. The fans love her. I respect her. Hell of a career if that is indeed all she wrote.
Watson: We still have a title match to come and our massive main event PARKING LOT THROWDOWN! Do not go anywhere folks, we will be right back!
Camera cuts to ... (staff sets up the transition - commercial/backstage/parking lot)
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
NON-TITLE
Reginald Dampshaw III
VS Shaker Jones
VS El Pablo
We return to ringside where the second match of the evening between Jack Hart and Sally Talfourd just ended. As the ring is getting some last minute inspections done, the camera pans around, showing off the Australian crowd. The enthusiasm lingering in the air and being able to be noticed on everyone’s faces is intense. They know and acknowledge the night has only just begun and there’s plenty more action to come. The roars only get louder as we cut back to commentary.
Watson: We just finished watching a vicious fight between one of our newest members in Jack Hart as he faced off against an ex-champion in the form of Sally Talfourd. If you missed it, be sure to watch it yourself when this comes out on EWCTV! For now, we’re moving onto Triple Threat action between Reginald Dampshaw III, Shaker Jones, and El Pablo! Take us away, Starr!
Starr: The following match is a triple threat non-title match, and it is for one fall! Joining us first, from Ryde, Isle of Wight, England, weighing in at 225 pounds ... REGINALD DAMPSHAW III!
The lights go out and soon, a blinding white light showers the audience. The lights go out once more before the dark, technical music kicks in. Dampshaw slowly comes out, shooting his eyes to the ring and begins walking down the ramp. He notices the camera and stares directly into it as he is walking. He climbs the turnbuckle and laughs manically at the audience before him.
Starr: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 230 pounds ... SHAKER JONES!
Shaker comes through the crowd like Jon Moxley.
Starr: And their opponent, from Puebla City, Mexico, weighing in at 180 pounds, HE IS THE REIGNING X-DIVISION CHAMPION, THE TECHNICOLOR TECNICO ... EL PABLO!
A cry of “VIVA LA RAINBOWLUTION!!!” leads to ‘Party Hard’ by Andrew WK hitting the soundsystem, as the stage and ringside area becomes bathed in flashing, flickering, brightly-coloured lighting. As the main hook hits, El Pablo bursts through the curtain, playing to the fans and chugging Skittles like a Steveweiser while the X-Division Championship belt glistens around his waist. He charges down the ramp and slides under the ropes into the ring, then runs up the turnbuckle and holds the title belt high above his head to another pop from the adoring crowd. After offering a final salute, he hops back down to the canvas, handing his belt to the referee and performing a few final stretches as his music fades.
DING DING DING
Both Shaker and Reginald charge forward, deciding to try a temporary alliance to take the X-Division Champion out. They both stretch an arm out each, attempting to take El Pablo down with dual Clotheslines. But just as easily as Neo from The Matrix dodged the barrage of bullets, El Pablo is able to do the same with their arms. The audience cheers as El Pablo stands up straight after his opponents run past him and now takes his turn to go on the offensive.
King Flip: Wow. El Pablo is running circles around Random Guy the Third and Shaker Jones. How surprising, said nobody ever.
El Pablo is able to assault both men with some decent elbow strikes, but both Dampshaw and Jones are able to face ‘The Technicolor Tecnico’ and retaliate with attacks of their own! Reginald easily hoists the X-Division Champion up and slams him down with a vicious Snap Suplex. Jones, meanwhile, decides to go down the ‘every man for themselves’ path and throws a kick right to the back of Reginald’s left kneecap.
Reginald stumbles forward, managing to keep his balance as he turns and glares a hole through Shaker Jones.
As the two stare one another down, El Pablo takes advantage of this and ascends the ropes. He leaps off, looking to see about taking them both down with a Shooting Star Press. But both hear him just barely in time to get on either side of El Pablo and simultaneously slam him down hard onto the canvas!
Each kicks at one of his sides, literally attacking him while he’s down and barely able to protect himself! The crowd boos at this gesture, but neither Dampshaw or Jones care enough to cease their actions!
Watson: What a tandem maneuver by Shaker and Reginald! The force of that slam could be felt all the way in the rafters of Adelaide Oval!
King Flip: I'm a massive Shaker Jones mark. Have you seen how many times he's been 24/7 champion this year? He's a maniac, maniac on the floor. Or in this case the canvas.
While the Champion is getting to his feet, both Shaker and Reginald each go to a corner. Once El Pablo is back up on his feet, his opponents each take turns trying to land a brutal assault upon the X-Division Champion. Shaker uses the ropes to launch himself courtesy of a Top Rope Spanish Fly! Try as he might, ‘The Technicolor Tecnico’ is a few nanoseconds too slow and gets tackled down onto the canvas.
Jones takes advantage of this and attempts to cover the champion right then and there! Reginald, however, is having none of this!
Partly for revenge and also in hopes of leaving this fight with the win, he lifts Jones up, but wait! He’s upside down! Dampshaw slams Shaker down head first straight into El Pablo’s sternum with his signature technique, The Golden Buster!
Both the Champion and Shaker Jones and Reginald is simply laughing maniacally at the display of pure carnage. That laughter swiftly stops as El Pablo kips up, much to Dampshaw’s frustration. Reginald attempts to grab El Pablo’s waist, likely going for a Suplex, but the champ is more prepared this time around!
El Pablo ducks underneath the larger set of arms and hurries over towards the ropes! He jumps off, throwing The Time Lizard down onto the mat with an RPM that lands flush! ‘The Technicolor Tecnico’ tries to quickly go for a cover, but before the ref can get to two, the champion is lifted up by Shaker Jones!
The Canadian Badass decides to take a book from Dampshaw’s page and lifts El Pablo up into a Gutwrench Powerbomb, almost literally throwing him on top of Reginald! Shaker hooks the legs while keeping El Pablo on top of The Time Lizard!
ONE...
TW – NO! Not only does El Pablo kick out, he slams a boot straight up into Shaker’s jaw to emphasize he’s nowhere near done fighting! That earns a loud pop from the audience as they begin audibly cheering for the reigning X-Division Champion!
Watson: What a statement by the EWC X-Division champion! that is a kickout with gusto!
King Flip: Y'know, I'm not exactly sure who I have to thank for this pretty red cast on my wrist, but looking at the way El Pablo wrestles? I wouldn't be surprised if he had Tanja Devereaux on the payroll on one side and that masked jackass on the payroll on the other side. He comes off like a clean-cut guy but there's more in that gut then just Skittles.
Sydney: Shaker and Dampshaw better get their acts together or they will both walk out of here without the win!
Everyone is now back up on their feet and glancing between one another as if they were in a Mexican Standoff! All three wrestlers understand perfectly that one reckless move can make or break this fight, and neither wants to give their respective opponents any openings if they can help it.
Reginald tries to slip behind Jones, deciding to get him out of the way with a German Suplex. As he turns his attention to El Pablo, he’s greeted with a faceful of Skittles! FACEPAINTER!!!
Dampshaw hisses and curses in pain as El Pablo throws a kick at the ribs then his knee to force him onto his back. The Champion grabs tightly onto Reginald’s legs, hooking them both.
ONE...
TWO...
Shaker lifts his head and scurries back to his feet, seeing El Pablo going for the win! He runs over in an effort to pull the champion off of Reginald, but …
THREE!!!
Jones is just a few seconds too slow with his endeavor!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, THE REIGNING X-DIVISION CHAMPION, THE TECHNICOLOR TECNICO, EL PABLO!
Jones bows his head, disappointed in himself. Reginald swiftly follows after Shaker, beginning to argue and chastise The Canadian Badass for breaking the truce too soon. El Pablo watches from the center of the ring as the two others continue verbally arguing with each other. The Champion shrugs after watching them for a few more moments and raises his arms into the air, lifting the X-Division strap up proudly!
Watson: Both Reginald and Shaker gave it their all to keep El Pablo down, but he showed tonight why he’s still the X-Division Champion.
Sydney: With how close each got, you have to know both will see about capitalizing on earning a win in their next bout in our season finale. Until then, congrats on a hard-earned win, El Pablo.
?: Congrats indeed, mi amigo.
The crowd cheers as they seem to recognize the voice. Sure enough, the camera’s angle changes and reveals the X-Tron is on. On the screen is “Headhuntress” Aiya, wearing a sly grin.
”Headhuntress” Aiya: Now … I know my YoungBlood match isn’t technically for any official opportunities like it was last year. But I have seen my name is still on that contender’s list. Besides, who’s to say I can’t see about trying to make history repeat? No matter whether it’s this season or not … I’ll look forward to seeing you again. Hopefully the feeling’s mutual. Until then …
The X-Tron turns off, leaving an amused El Pablo alone in the ring. He starts exiting the ring as we cut back to commentary for their last thoughts on what just happened.
Watson: The Headhuntress seemingly calling her shot at El Pablo. That rivalry is apparently far from done! We will let you all know if anything comes of this!
King Flip: Spoiler alert: she's gonna call him stupid at least twice.
Sydney: It's time to pay some bills. Killjoy and M$J go at it next! We will be right back!
King Flip: Spoiler alert: she's gonna call him stupid at least twice.
Sydney: It's time to pay some bills. Killjoy and M$J go at it next! We will be right back!
Camera cuts to ...
SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE
Killjoy
VS Marcu$ $t. John
We come back to ringside where tonight's commentary trio is standing by!
Watson: Former Undisputed champion, current North American Champion... round four... FIGHT! Take it away Isabella Starr!
Starr: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...Introducing first, from Daly City, California… Killyjoy Ito!
‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the stage and raises his arms into the air as the lights fade out. He jumps up and down as ‘Deeper Depper’ begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down. He swings around to face the ring as Buddy Love runs up and stands next to him. After a quick word the pair start to walk towards the ring, Buddy runs ahead and charges up the steps and holds open the ropes for Killjoy to step through. Killjoy walks to the center of the ring, extends his arms and tilts his head back to soak everything in.
Watson: Killjoy will be looking to keep his Paramount winning streak alive against Marcu$ $T. John
Sydney: A win over the North American Champion would help this former champion’s momentum going to his rematch for the EWC Undisputed Championship!
Starr: Coming to the ring at 6'1" and weighing 210 lbs, it's The Young Mogul, Marcu$ $t. John!
"Fast Lane" blasts through the arena by Bad Meets Evil. M$J slowly walks out onto the entrance ramp and soaks in the cheers. He pumps up the crowd more before posing on the center of the entrance ramp. He walks down to the ring slapping fans hands with a huge smile on his face.
He stops right before he gets to the ring and listens as he hears cheers that he is getting from the crowd. He walks around the ring and high fives anyone who has their hands out. 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.
Watson: The North American Champion is looking to keep his momentum going after his successful defense against Sour Candy at Paramount 25.
Sydney: And trying to beat Killjoy for the first time. You know that's eating at a competitor like him.
Killjoy Ito is the first to charge, and strike after sliding under a Superkick attempt from Marcu$ $t. John. Killjoy springboards onto the ropes, connecting with Kushu as The Young Mogul turns around. As the North American Champion gets to his knees, Killjoy delivers a devastating, Konbonwa. He goes for the cover.
ONE...
Tw…kickout
Watson: Hard hitting moves from Killjoy to start this match. Not enough to keep the Champ down.
Killjoy leads Marcu$ to his feet, sets him up for The Steiner Screwdriver, but when he lifts $t. John, Marcu$ slides out the back. His foot planted in the face of Killjoy with a Spinning Heel Kick. Followed by a Superkick that sends Killjoy through the ropes and crashing onto the outside. Marcu$ $t. John steps through the ropes, onto the apron. When Killyjoy tries to get up, Marcus leaps, driving Killjoy Ito right back down with the Money Stomp. Marcu$ $t. John quickly rolls back into the ring, the ref starts the count. The ref gets to THREE before Buddy Love interrupts his count. Giving Killjoy time to roll back into the ring.
Sydney: The Mouthpiece using his gift to help out Killjoy.
King Flip: Neckbeard Love is a piece of shit but nobody can deny Killjoy's ability in the ring. Just look at him.
As soon as Killjoy gets to his feet, he is met by a boot to the gut, thrown onto Marcu$ $t. John’s shoulders, and hits the mat hard courtesy of The Death Valley Driver. The Young Mogul goes for the pin.
One...
Tw…Kickout by Killjoy Ito
Watson: Marcu$ $t. John had the momentum. Not quite enough to keep the dangerous Killjoy down.
King Flip: Marcu$ showing exactly why he's the North American champion here. Barely looks like he's got a scratch left from Night of Champions, the beautiful lucky bastard, but hey. Respect where respect is due.
Both men back on their feet, start exchanging blows. With the last attempt, Marcu$ $t. John blocks Killjoy’s punch, grabs his wrist, pulling him down for Eat Defeat! Killjoy stumbles back, Marcu$ $t. John delivers a Missile Dropkick then as Killjoy gets up, the NA Champ connects with a Corner Clothesline. After a few seconds, Marcu$ $t. John goes to pick up Killjoy but the Ace of Paramount quickly slides under and gets him up into a Fireman’s Carry which he slams down into a Gutbuster.
Sydney: Killjoy kills Marcus St. John's momentum with that move.
Once again, The Young Mogul and the Ace of Paramount are staring each other down in the ring before coming to blows. This time Killjoy ducks under a St.John haymaker, grabs him, and takes Marcus hard to the mat with a Twisted DDT. A few seconds later, Marcus St. John is on his knees, Killjoy charges at him, ready to deliver Kettei Da, but Marcu$ $t. John rolls out of the way at the last second. Killjoy turns to a kick in the gut then a hard elbow to the top of the head. Marcu$ $t. John grabs Killjoy, throws him arm over and attempts to lift, but Killjoy quickly escapes and jumps to the top rope. M$J is not distracted, however and jumps right behind him, grabbing the former Undisputed champion by the shoulders. Killjoy pivots to avoid the hold, but his momentum and Marcu$' combine and they both fall backward OFF OF THE TOP ROPE and onto the outside where they crash into the barricade at ringside, landing a modifies Bankrupt! M$J lands right across the barricade and Killjoy right into Marcu$' knees! Both men recoil and end up smashing their heads together before they both go limp. The crowd goes almost silent with a collective "OHHH!" as EWC security rushes the ringside area, the medical staff coming to the scene immediately and the referee checking both men quickly before calling for the bell.
Senior official Matt Mercer runs over to Isabella Starr at the timekeepers table and whispers something in her ear before she addresses the crowd.
Starr: Ladies and gentlemen, Senior Official Matt Mercer has informed me that both fighters were knocked out simultaneously and out of an abundance of caution he has called this match, therefore this contest is considered a DRAW!
Buddy Love is not happy at that and begins to argue with Isabella Starr, who just ignored him.
Watson: I don't think anyone could have seen this ending folks.. This serves as a reminder that this is a very dangerous thing that these competitors do in that ring. We will of course keep you all updated on the status of both Killjoy and Marcu$ $t. john as we get more information. Here's to hoping they are both ok!
Sydney: Anything can happen in or out of that ring, Tim. Here's to a speedy recovery for both men.
Both men are starting to stir finally and the crowd begins to cheer appreciatively. In a rare show of respect, both men immediately look to the other as if to check and see if they are ok.
Watson: Coming up next, we have a match for the CW Broadcast Championship. Newcomer Salvation against CW Broadcast Champion, Asriel Buzzard. We will be right back.
‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the stage and raises his arms into the air as the lights fade out. He jumps up and down as ‘Deeper Depper’ begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down. He swings around to face the ring as Buddy Love runs up and stands next to him. After a quick word the pair start to walk towards the ring, Buddy runs ahead and charges up the steps and holds open the ropes for Killjoy to step through. Killjoy walks to the center of the ring, extends his arms and tilts his head back to soak everything in.
Watson: Killjoy will be looking to keep his Paramount winning streak alive against Marcu$ $T. John
Sydney: A win over the North American Champion would help this former champion’s momentum going to his rematch for the EWC Undisputed Championship!
Starr: Coming to the ring at 6'1" and weighing 210 lbs, it's The Young Mogul, Marcu$ $t. John!
"Fast Lane" blasts through the arena by Bad Meets Evil. M$J slowly walks out onto the entrance ramp and soaks in the cheers. He pumps up the crowd more before posing on the center of the entrance ramp. He walks down to the ring slapping fans hands with a huge smile on his face.
He stops right before he gets to the ring and listens as he hears cheers that he is getting from the crowd. He walks around the ring and high fives anyone who has their hands out. 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.
Watson: The North American Champion is looking to keep his momentum going after his successful defense against Sour Candy at Paramount 25.
Sydney: And trying to beat Killjoy for the first time. You know that's eating at a competitor like him.
DING DING DING
Killjoy Ito is the first to charge, and strike after sliding under a Superkick attempt from Marcu$ $t. John. Killjoy springboards onto the ropes, connecting with Kushu as The Young Mogul turns around. As the North American Champion gets to his knees, Killjoy delivers a devastating, Konbonwa. He goes for the cover.
ONE...
Tw…kickout
Watson: Hard hitting moves from Killjoy to start this match. Not enough to keep the Champ down.
Killjoy leads Marcu$ to his feet, sets him up for The Steiner Screwdriver, but when he lifts $t. John, Marcu$ slides out the back. His foot planted in the face of Killjoy with a Spinning Heel Kick. Followed by a Superkick that sends Killjoy through the ropes and crashing onto the outside. Marcu$ $t. John steps through the ropes, onto the apron. When Killyjoy tries to get up, Marcus leaps, driving Killjoy Ito right back down with the Money Stomp. Marcu$ $t. John quickly rolls back into the ring, the ref starts the count. The ref gets to THREE before Buddy Love interrupts his count. Giving Killjoy time to roll back into the ring.
Sydney: The Mouthpiece using his gift to help out Killjoy.
King Flip: Neckbeard Love is a piece of shit but nobody can deny Killjoy's ability in the ring. Just look at him.
As soon as Killjoy gets to his feet, he is met by a boot to the gut, thrown onto Marcu$ $t. John’s shoulders, and hits the mat hard courtesy of The Death Valley Driver. The Young Mogul goes for the pin.
One...
Tw…Kickout by Killjoy Ito
Watson: Marcu$ $t. John had the momentum. Not quite enough to keep the dangerous Killjoy down.
King Flip: Marcu$ showing exactly why he's the North American champion here. Barely looks like he's got a scratch left from Night of Champions, the beautiful lucky bastard, but hey. Respect where respect is due.
Both men back on their feet, start exchanging blows. With the last attempt, Marcu$ $t. John blocks Killjoy’s punch, grabs his wrist, pulling him down for Eat Defeat! Killjoy stumbles back, Marcu$ $t. John delivers a Missile Dropkick then as Killjoy gets up, the NA Champ connects with a Corner Clothesline. After a few seconds, Marcu$ $t. John goes to pick up Killjoy but the Ace of Paramount quickly slides under and gets him up into a Fireman’s Carry which he slams down into a Gutbuster.
Sydney: Killjoy kills Marcus St. John's momentum with that move.
Once again, The Young Mogul and the Ace of Paramount are staring each other down in the ring before coming to blows. This time Killjoy ducks under a St.John haymaker, grabs him, and takes Marcus hard to the mat with a Twisted DDT. A few seconds later, Marcus St. John is on his knees, Killjoy charges at him, ready to deliver Kettei Da, but Marcu$ $t. John rolls out of the way at the last second. Killjoy turns to a kick in the gut then a hard elbow to the top of the head. Marcu$ $t. John grabs Killjoy, throws him arm over and attempts to lift, but Killjoy quickly escapes and jumps to the top rope. M$J is not distracted, however and jumps right behind him, grabbing the former Undisputed champion by the shoulders. Killjoy pivots to avoid the hold, but his momentum and Marcu$' combine and they both fall backward OFF OF THE TOP ROPE and onto the outside where they crash into the barricade at ringside, landing a modifies Bankrupt! M$J lands right across the barricade and Killjoy right into Marcu$' knees! Both men recoil and end up smashing their heads together before they both go limp. The crowd goes almost silent with a collective "OHHH!" as EWC security rushes the ringside area, the medical staff coming to the scene immediately and the referee checking both men quickly before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING
Senior official Matt Mercer runs over to Isabella Starr at the timekeepers table and whispers something in her ear before she addresses the crowd.
Starr: Ladies and gentlemen, Senior Official Matt Mercer has informed me that both fighters were knocked out simultaneously and out of an abundance of caution he has called this match, therefore this contest is considered a DRAW!
Buddy Love is not happy at that and begins to argue with Isabella Starr, who just ignored him.
Watson: I don't think anyone could have seen this ending folks.. This serves as a reminder that this is a very dangerous thing that these competitors do in that ring. We will of course keep you all updated on the status of both Killjoy and Marcu$ $t. john as we get more information. Here's to hoping they are both ok!
Sydney: Anything can happen in or out of that ring, Tim. Here's to a speedy recovery for both men.
Both men are starting to stir finally and the crowd begins to cheer appreciatively. In a rare show of respect, both men immediately look to the other as if to check and see if they are ok.
Watson: Coming up next, we have a match for the CW Broadcast Championship. Newcomer Salvation against CW Broadcast Champion, Asriel Buzzard. We will be right back.
The camera cuts too...
Salvation and Sienna Wolf leave the locker room on the way to their match. Salvation carrying the Fox Walking stick in his left, locked arm in arm with Sienna on his right. They smile and nod at the crew behind the scenes, even getting a few Good Lucks along the way. Continuing down the corridor, Lisa Goldrush approaches with the camera crew. Stopping the couple in the tracks.
Goldrush: Salvation, a few words before your match.
Salvation: Sure. We have a few minutes.
Goldrush: Big match tonight? How are you feeling?
Salvation: Excited. Those good butterflies at the chance to compete against a talented opponent. The talent of Asriel Buzzard runs through his resume and the ring.
Goldrush: A title shot In only your second Paramount match. How do you think the rest of the Locker Room feels about that?
Sienna: Who gives a shit?
Salvador grins, then calmly delivers a more suitable response.
Salvador: It is possible a few of the known quantities on the Paramount roster could feel they deserved another shot before me. Historically, the CW Broadcast Championship, which stems from the Television Title, is one of the first title shots given to new members of the EWC Roster. A unique prestige onto itself. Win or lose, my performance tonight will show I was the right man for the match.
Goldrush: Do you think you’ll have the fans backing tonight?
Salvation: I think tonight is the night I can win them over. The Underdog winning Down Under has a nice ring to it. While Asriel Buzzard doesn’t try to win fans over, his talent and success along with his charisma, draw EWC fans to him.
Goldrush: Good luck Salvation. Thank you for your time.
Salvation: Thank you.
Goldrush and her camera crew step aside, allowing Salvation and Sienna room to pass. Sienna wraps her arm in Salvador’s leans up to give a good luck kiss on the cheek.
Sienna: Remember, I’m expecting that dance tonight, no matter how bad Asriel lumps you up. So go win that championship.
The excited couple share a smile as they approach the curtain. The camera cuts back to...
SINGLES MATCH
FOR THE CW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Salvador Serenity
VS Asriel Buzzard
We return to ringside where we just witnessed a brutal fight between Killjoy and Marcu$ $t. John! If the crowd hadn’t been excited before now, they most certainly are right now! Cheers are practically drowning out any other noises that are echoing throughout the stadium. We cut over to Watson for more details on what exactly just happened.
Watson: Anyone who has watched Paramount in the past knows that whenever we see Killjoy and Marcu$ $t. John, it always turns out to be an instant classic. Tonight was no exception. They truly never disappoint the fans, and proved why they’re both past and present champions of our very own brand. It is extremely unfortunate for the way that match ended, but we have received word that both men are ok and being evaluated for possible concussions as a precaution. We’re now moving onto our night fight, where another new member in the form of Salvador Serenity taking on Asriel Buzzard. Will he leave with the CW Championship, or will Asriel’s reign continue? Let’s find out! Take us away, Starr!
Starr: The following match is for one fall, and it is for the CW Broadcast Championship! Joining us first, from Mystic River, weighing in at 285 pounds ... SALVADOR SERENITY, ALSO KNOWN AS SALVATION!
Salvador Serenity smiles wide, waving to the crowd as he makes his way out. He gives "Spock Signs" to the crowd with one hand, raising his walking stick with the other, then starts to jog down the aisle, high-fiving fans. He makes a loop around the ring, exchanging fist bumps and high-fives before sliding under the ropes and into the ring. He bounces off the ropes and few times before heading to his corner, handing over his walking stick, then starts stretching.
King Flip: Salvador Serenity Seminar or whatever the hell his name is. I'm still not convinced he had nothing to do with what happened to me on Friday night, but you'd have to be blind not to see what he brings to the table after a fight like this.
Starr: And his opponent, from Hill City, Kansas, weighing in at # pounds, HE IS THE REIGNING CW BROADCAST CHAMPION, ... 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.
Watson: Anyone who has watched Paramount in the past knows that whenever we see Killjoy and Marcu$ $t. John, it always turns out to be an instant classic. Tonight was no exception. They truly never disappoint the fans, and proved why they’re both past and present champions of our very own brand. It is extremely unfortunate for the way that match ended, but we have received word that both men are ok and being evaluated for possible concussions as a precaution. We’re now moving onto our night fight, where another new member in the form of Salvador Serenity taking on Asriel Buzzard. Will he leave with the CW Championship, or will Asriel’s reign continue? Let’s find out! Take us away, Starr!
Starr: The following match is for one fall, and it is for the CW Broadcast Championship! Joining us first, from Mystic River, weighing in at 285 pounds ... SALVADOR SERENITY, ALSO KNOWN AS SALVATION!
Salvador Serenity smiles wide, waving to the crowd as he makes his way out. He gives "Spock Signs" to the crowd with one hand, raising his walking stick with the other, then starts to jog down the aisle, high-fiving fans. He makes a loop around the ring, exchanging fist bumps and high-fives before sliding under the ropes and into the ring. He bounces off the ropes and few times before heading to his corner, handing over his walking stick, then starts stretching.
King Flip: Salvador Serenity Seminar or whatever the hell his name is. I'm still not convinced he had nothing to do with what happened to me on Friday night, but you'd have to be blind not to see what he brings to the table after a fight like this.
Starr: And his opponent, from Hill City, Kansas, weighing in at # pounds, HE IS THE REIGNING CW BROADCAST CHAMPION, ... 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 rolling under the bottom rope and climbing the turnbuckle to stare into the crowd again, holding a closed umbrella aloft, his expression blank.
King Flip: ASRIEL FUCKING BUZZARD! Sorry, massive Buzzard mark here, sue me. He's an amazing athlete and I just love the cut of his jib. The man's a maniac inside the squared circle and a mastermind outside of it. I can see this man holding the CW Broadcast championship for a very long time.
DING DING DING
Asriel makes the first move, deciding to show this newcomer he’s ready to defend his title at all costs. But Salvation, my friends, he’s a new type of foe - evidenced by how this match plays out. Salvador spins Asriel by his shoulders, using his weight advantage easily against the champion, and makes it so he’s behind Asriel. Before Buzzard can turn around to face Serenity, he’s trapped in a Headlock.
He doesn’t like that at all; the expression on Buzzard’s face all but screams as much. Asriel grits his teeth and manages to think quickly enough to save himself from being hurt too badly. Several well-placed elbows are thrust back into Salvation’s sternum. After the fourth connects, he’s forced to let go of the Champion.
Asriel quickly understands and realizes he needs to go about this smarter, lest he risk losing his title tonight. Buzzard gets a firm grip on the ex-doctor’s coat and uses every ounce of strength to tug hard on the sleeves.
Salvation tries to keep himself standing, but eventually loses enough footing that Asriel is able to yank him down into a vicious Backbreaker. Buzzard then sees about ending this fight quickly and goes for a cover.
Suffice to say, Asriel isn’t the least bit shocked when he’s pushed off. Just irritated - very much so. But he doesn’t look taken aback. If anything, he nods and starts trying to come up with back up plans as the two circle around one another.
Watson: Salvador Serenity is holding his own against a man who, last time he was a Broadcast champion, did nothing but create history every time he wrestled.
Sydney: History is in the past Tim. Asriel needs to live in the here and now and show us that he still has it!
With little warning, the two fighters charge at one another at the exact same time. They wrestle one another down onto the canvas, fighting to see who can remain on top. One moment, it’s Asriel. The next, we see Salvation. After several back and forth exchanges, Asriel manages to stay atop Salvation’s chest. He drives his knee straight into Serenity’s chest, causing the bigger man to grimace. While keeping his knee in place, Buzzard starts reaching back, clearly going for Salvador’s legs.
Salvation shoves Asriel off. Rather than panicking, Buzzard rolls with the punch, literally so. As he gets back up to his feet, Asriel hastily grabs onto Serenity’s right leg, torqueing it into a tight Single Leg Boston Crab.
Unfortunately, my friends, there’s a huge enough weight difference that prevents Buzzard from keeping the submission held in as long as he would want. One well placed kick against his ribs is more than enough to thrust the Champion backwards, his back slamming hard against the nearest turnbuckle.
This is not looking good. Not at all and even though Asriel knows as much, being able to stop Salvation? That’s another story. Salvation is able to easily lift the Champion up, bringing him back down to the canvas with a powerful Sideslam.
Asriel looks like he might be unconscious. The referee notes this and lifts his hand once … twice … well now! Despite the punishment he’s endured, the Buzzard hasn’t quite had his wings clipped! With this now officially confirmed, Serenity calmly nods, seeming to know exactly what to do next.
Watson: Buzzard is struggling right now, are we about to see an upset?
Sydney: This is the EWC Sydney, there is no such thing as an upset. The level of competition in this company is so high that anyone can win on any night.
So what does Salvation do? He takes his turn to grip tightly onto Asriel’s leg. Every time the champion attempts to escape, his grip simply strengthens. While keeping the trapped joint held firmly, Serenity moves into position and gets the Foxhole locked in! Asriel growls angrily, wanting to do anything but tap.
Sadly, he was placed right in the center. And with the Rings Of Saturn move keeping him from reaching any of the ropes with a leg or arm, well … he does the only thing he can. He submits and chooses to live and fight another day.
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via submission, AND THE NEW CW CHAMPION, SALVADOR SERENITY!
Asriel does not look happy. In fact, he looks legitimately livid. But … he doesn’t dare try to throw a punch or anything of the like, even though it’d be easy for him to do so. Instead, he points his right index and middle fingers towards Salvation’s eyes, then back at his own, indicating he’ll be watching him from here on out.
Serenity merely grins, watching as Buzzard exits the ring. His attention quickly goes to the ref, who hands him the CW Broadcast Championship. He takes a moment to just hold it in his arms before raising it up high, celebrating what is no doubt his biggest career win thus far. He soaks in the spotlight and cheers, basking in the glory, as we cut back to commentary.
Watson: Holy cow! What an upset we just witnessed! I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anyone practically manhandle Asriel Buzzard quite as easily as Salvador Serenity did! What a magnificent display we got from both athletes!
Sydney: Indeed, it was a very impressive fight from start to finish! Nothing should be taken from Asriel Buzzard, but indeed let’s give Salvation his credit. He most certainly earned it, and very likely turned quite a few heads in the process of beating Asriel. I’ll certainly enjoy seeing what else he can do. With any luck, we can get a round two of this fight again.
Watson: This could happen as soon as next episode. Remember that Asriel successfully defended the CW Broadcast championship, so he could cash that chip in for another shot at our season finale!
King Flip: Alright, boys and girls. I'm gonna head out for the night. I love you all and I'll see you all again soon, I promise. A little wrist cast can't hold me down, a carnival clown can't keep me away, and you're still looking at one half of the number one contenders to the World's tag team championships. Catch you later, orange brand. Until next time!
Watson: This could happen as soon as next episode. Remember that Asriel successfully defended the CW Broadcast championship, so he could cash that chip in for another shot at our season finale!
King Flip: Alright, boys and girls. I'm gonna head out for the night. I love you all and I'll see you all again soon, I promise. A little wrist cast can't hold me down, a carnival clown can't keep me away, and you're still looking at one half of the number one contenders to the World's tag team championships. Catch you later, orange brand. Until next time!
Watson: Thanks for stopping by Flip. Best of luck to you! We still have that Parking lot Showdown coming up...NEXT!
Camera cuts to ...
PARKING LOT THROWDOWN
Saidie Sharpe
VS Sour Candy
We open on an aerial view of the Adelaide Oval, as the helicopter swoops over the eastern side of the arena to reveal the tunnel leading into the parking lot, a courier bike buzzing down into it.
Watson: Our main event has a storied and bloody history, folks, from the shocking 'Nicholas Cage's bust' incident that saw the loss of a beloved superstar, and may have prematurely ended the career of a legend, to Saidie Sharpe's violent ambush of a now very Sour Candy, these women have a bone to pick with their respective families and with each other. It's all to play for, and we are going 'OFF-ROAD' for this one, deep into the bowels of the Adelaide Oval!
Starr: The following match is a parking lot throwdown, under X-Division rules! Joining us first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds ... SAIDIE SHARPE!
"Greatest" by Sia begins to play, but is barely audible through the ceiling as we open into the vision of Saidie Sharpe, leaning arms-folded against the massive wheel of a Monster Energy monster truck, one foot casually kicked up onto a steel chair. As the camera zooms on her, Saidie nods seriously and kicks the base of the chair up, catching and folding it in mid-air before striding out into the open area of the parking lot.
Starr: And her opponent, from the Sour Patch, weighing in at one hundred and six pounds ... SOUR CANDY!
There's no music, and for the moment no Sour Candy, either. Then there's a SHRIEK of burning rubber, and a lumbering metallic creak as a massive, silver retro camper van lurches into the parking lot from the entrance ramp, sparks flying as the dented bumper crashes off the concrete! A hard zoom on the windshield reveals the maliciously grinning face of the Paramount star, partly eclipsed by the low-quality decal slapped over the glass...
Watson: This is just cruel! Saidie came here to make good on her revenge, but it's Nic Cage who looks to make the first statement in this match!
Gritting her teeth, Saidie stumbles upright, staggering backwards as her clipped leg almost fails to support her. Candy lets out another bittersweet laugh, and dances forward, chambering the light tube and swinging it for a clean hit across Saidie's face, poisonous dust flying as she forces the Sharpe heiress to her knees. "Hi, brat," hisses SC, smirking as she launches into a dropkick, bouncing Sharpe's skull off the fender of a nearby car. With Saidie slumped over, her foe swoops in after her, bouncing her head repeatedly off the wheel arch, then leaps onto the car and spins straight into a Soured Spiral!
She pins Saidie casually, a hand across her face, rearranging her own hair with the other.
ONE...
NOPE!
Sour Candy laughs and simply removes her hand, sliding to her feet and striding over to the dropped chair, scooping it up and weighing it as she turns around--
--right into a dropkick from Saidie Sharpe, who lands with a crunch on her side but gets up anyway, fiercely shoving an arm against the ground and doing her best to no-sell the pain of merely standing. A trickle of blood is running down one side of her face, pieces of glass gleaming in small, bloody furrows in her cheek. But she just looks MAD. Retrieving the chair, she brings it overhead and SCREAMS, bringing the weapon down on Sour Candy's back, then motioning her to stand as she takes a step back, and is ready to whip the chair like a frisbee, right into the other woman's throat! Sour Candy chokes, and stares at Saidie, wide-eyed and furious, as the avenging angel runs forward...
And takes a move from Sour Candy's playbook! Grabbing the diminutive peril by the back of her head, she falls to the concrete on her back, bringing both knees up to hit a perfectly-executed BITTER TRUTH!
Watson: We've barely begun, and already these women look set to kill each other, but that's a solid statement from the younger Sharpe, using Sour Candy's signature Codebreaker against her. Anything Sour Candy can do, Syd...
Sydney: Saidie can execute a pale imitation of? C'mon. Sharpe's shown her aggressive side, with that attack back on Prime 100 and now this desperate fight for survival, but we're in Sour Candy's wheelhouse. She's had bloody wars with Stitches for YEARS; there's nothing Sharpe can do that she can't do better, and with more cruelty. That's how she wins this.
Mocking Sour Candy, Sharpe fakes a cover and then kicks her in the ribs instead, swearing as her bruised thigh explodes in another burst of pain. Slamming her fist against her own leg, she shakes her head and yanks her opponent upright, grabbing her by both arms and monkey-flipping her toward a concrete pillar! It's a good throw, but the hardcore minx comes alive in mid-air, catching herself on the sharp edge of the pillar and hopping down onto the railing below, firing a glare back over her shoulder as Saidie comes running in after her, and eats a booted heel right in the mouth!
Sharpe stumbles, and SC launches from the barrier, flipping clean over her similarly-sized foe to hit a violent SOUR BOMB onto the concrete!! Saidie screams, her back arching as she's shoved out of the pin, trying desperately to roll away but failing as Sour Candy follows up with a running knee, then unleashes a torrent of verbal abuse - most of which gets censored for the Australian audience - as she slinks off into the gloom of the parking lot, leaving Sharpe to slowly rise and limp off in hunt.
It's like a scene from a horror movie, the shadows shifting as Saidie looks left and right, shaking with nervous adrenaline as a few dark spots seem to take shape into the form of Sour Candy. At last, she hears a metallic clink off to one side, and takes a sharp turn between two utility vans, glancing up at the roof of one just in time to see a small silhouette dive down, a long object held overhead, swiping down at her! Saidie drops into a roll, pulling herself up using the trunk of both vehicles, as Sour Candy's tire iron rips a scratched dent in the body of one of the vans. Hissing, SC turns and runs at Saidie, who pops up onto her shoulders with a burst of strength, grabbing the upraised tire iron and bringing it down repeatedly against her opponent's skull. There's a grisly series of meaty thunks, and Candy falls forward...
At the last second, Saidie scrambles off, kicking her away to the open area of the lot as she escapes to the closest vehicle's roof. She looks at the tire iron, now gleaming crimson, and throws it away, turning instead to hit a SAIDIESAULT, crushing Sour Candy between her and the unyielding concrete!!
Watson: I think you might be eating your words, partner. Saidie Sharpe is showing us what all those years of training under her uncle have done for her - she's violent AND technically-skilled; that was both precise and devastating.
Sydney: Gotta hand it to the kid, she's getting this done somehow.
There's blood dripping from the back of Sour Candy's skull, her hair soaked as she's forced into a Sharpeshooter against the parking lot floor, Saidie fighting admirably through her own injuries as she sits back into the classic submission, "Give it up, you awful bitch," she snarls, as SC grits her teeth and stares bloody murder at the car in front of her, reaching out as if she could pull it across the pair of them, her fingers shaking. She manages to close a hand on the bumper, and uses the extra leverage to flip onto her side, loosening the hold, freeing a leg, which she uses to kick Sharpe repeatedly in the back of the head until she can escape completely, crawling up onto the hood of the car.
Saidie fights back to her feet, hops forward, and eats a soccer kick to the jaw, then a side kick to the temple, stumbling away only to scream and lunge back toward Sour Candy, unwilling to be beaten back! SC is smirking, sliding onto her back on the hood of the car and meeting Sharpe with a knee to the face! The momentum carries her onto the concrete, where she lands on one knee and immediately stands, grabbing Saidie in a three-quarter facelock and dragging her a third time toward the car, legs extending to rebound and re-introduce Sharpe to the concrete with a massive SUGAR-FREE CANDY!
She rolls into mount, and rains down furious forearms, immediately dragging Saidie up by the shirt before taking a step back, baiting the dazed woman to take a swing then countering with a Spike DDT into the hood of the car!
Watson: A creative and ultimately devastating combination from Sour Candy, whose list of accolades is as long as it is for good reason. We JUST saw her in a steel cage against Marcu$ $t. John, and she's got this much left in the tank?
Sydney: She's a dangerous woman, man. Saidie messed up bad when she decided she could handle this fight.
Someone needs to tell Saidie, who fights back as she's dragged off the hood, seizing Sour Candy's arm and striving for an armbar only to be grabbed and swung against the car, then HURLED across the parking lot with a furious shriek from the Sour One. Pushing the hair from her face, she stares daggers, knives, and swords after the Prime starlet, before stomping after her. Saidie starts to crawl away, dragging herself under a dumpster and out to the other side, turning to give it a mighty shove! Sour Candy keeps on coming, flipping up onto the dumpster and then launching from the other side into an Huracanrana! Saidie's slammed to the concrete again, but rolls directly to her feet, sneering as she turns--
--and erupts into a beautiful B.S.P.T! The Best Saidie Palm Thrust, right to the throat! For a second time, Sour Candy is choking, stumbling onto a knee, and unable to do jack or shit about it as Sharpe takes a couple of steps back and sprints into the SPARKLING WITCH! The back of Candy's skull squelches as it hits the concrete again, and she's bundled up for the pin...
ONE...
TWO...
NO!!?
This time it's SAIDIE who decides not to finish the match, barely waiting for the two before she pulls SC upright instead, slamming her with an uncharacteristic headbutt and then dragging her toward a sleek white Jaguar parked at one side of the lot. Nearby, a courier bike pulls in with a screech, the rider glancing warily at the pair of bloody, battered women as Saidie limps over with Candy and hurls her against a pillar, then picks her up to execute a monstrous spinebuster onto the hood of the Jag! The impact sends flecks of crimson spraying across the beautiful car, but also seems to wake up the little nightmare, who rolls to one side, shoving herself off the hood to retort with a flying neckbreaker!
There's a familiar meaty squelch as Saidie's skull bounces off the floor, and then Candy is crouched beside her in side control, raining down forearms and a couple of elbows for good measure, widening the gashes on Saidie's face until the pair of them are equally soaked in blood. The courier is frozen in place, terrified, as Sour Candy stares over her shoulder at him, grins, and shoves herself away from the insensible Saidie, striding toward the poor man and yanking him off his bike. She grabs him in a headlock, steps toward the Jaguar, and tosses him right through the windshield, which shatters on impact!
Saidie starts to rouse, as Sour Candy walks back to the courier's bike and with a roar, picks it up over head, staggering toward Sharpe and LAUNCHING the two-wheeler at her!
Watson: Oh my goodness! She's ACTUALLY trying to kill her!
Sydney: Hahaha! You love to see it! This is Paramount, baby!
Shock and awe runs through the watching crowd, but Saidie is deaf to it all - acting on pure instinct, twisting off the ground to see the oncoming bike. Her eyes snap wide in an instant, and then she keeps on turning, lashing out her arms to half-catch the bike from the air, putting on enough pressure that it rights itself and crunches down wheels-first, metal clattering and clanging. Saidie mounts up, swinging her good leg over the saddle and sliding up in, REVVING the motorcycle as Sour Candy looks on in a rare look of absolute horror. The Adelaide Oval EXPLODES for Saidie Sharpe as the bike roars into life, and skids around to face SC, accelerating after her as she shrieks and runs into the open area of the lot...
WHAM!! The bike catches her between the shoulder-blades, and Saidie tumbles off as she loses control, thud-thudding over Candy's battered body and slamming into a pillar on its side, as the two women struggle to regain their footing. Candy's eyes are bloodshot, swimming with a lack of awareness as Saidie runs on the fumes of adrenaline, breaking out another, slightly weaker Saidie Palm Thrust before erupting into a flurry of desperate strikes, kicks and forearms and then a wild haymaker--
--which Sour Candy DUCKS UNDER! She's still in this! Her face is a mask of pure fury, as she snaps an elbow into Saidie's jaw, kicks her directly between the legs, and then DIVES into an insane tackle, sprinting into Saidie's midsection to carry the pair of them back across the lot toward the white Jaguar and the courier trying to compose himself beside it...
Sour Candy finally leaves her feet to turn the tackle into a spear, and both women fly through the poor bystander, driving all three bodies right through the damaged windshield, broken glass flying and awful crunching coming from inside the vehicle, where the courier lies mangled underneath a folded-up Saidie Sharpe and the extended form of Candy, who's FUCKING LAUGHING.
Absolutely crazed, she's the first one, and makes a show of reaching in to help out Saidie, who doesn't have a single clue what's going on, sliced open all over and soaked in her blood and Candy's. "I told you," exudes SC, yanking the brutalized Saidie up onto the top of the bloodied, dented Jag and bending her over backwards. "I'm going to KILL YOU!"
Growling like a demon, she licks some of the blood and glass from Saidie's cheek, and sweeps her with a horrible finality into the UNSWEETENED ENDING she promised! There's a sordid crunch, and Sour Candy floats over the top of her felled foe, the two of them barely balancing on the edge of the Jaguar, Saidie's shoulders just barely down, an arm dangling...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... SOUR CANDY!
Unleashing another bray of crazed laughter, SC tumbles off of Saidie to the concrete below, where she falls onto one knee and sprawls out, rolling onto her back as she continues to cackle. Composing herself, she stares up at Saidie and then snorts, shoving herself upright and staggering, weaving, dripping blood all the way until she reaches the discarded tire iron. She carries it back over to Sharpe, and raises it over her head in both hands, trembling all over, her knuckles whitening as they grip the weapon firmly...
And swings it down, over and over and over, horrible noises coming from the impacts as Sour Candy seems to actually, legitimately attempt murder on Jordan Sharpe's niece! The bell begins to ring again, and from behind SC come a mob of officials and security guards, one of them plowing her against the edge of the car as another pries the tire iron from her fingers.
As the feed cuts, Saidie is simply lying there, unconscious and bleeding out. The crowd is SILENT.
Watson: Um. Folks. Despite, and because of, every effort by Sour Candy, Saidie Sharpe is our winner. Rest assured that medics have been dispatched to assist with both competitors, and we'll put out word as soon as we know Saidie's condition. She's truly given it her all to try and put away that devilish woman, and we wish her all the best in her recovery.
Sydney: Jesus! What did we just witness? Did Sour Candy actually do it? Did she kill her? We cannot end the show before we know! This is insane!
Watson: I wish we could stay with this and let you all know, but we are toatally out of time. Join us for our seaon finale in New York City in two weeks time. Thank you for watching and good night EWC Nation.
The camera fades on the lifeless body of Saidie Sharpe as medical personnel finally get to the Prime superstar.
Watson: Our main event has a storied and bloody history, folks, from the shocking 'Nicholas Cage's bust' incident that saw the loss of a beloved superstar, and may have prematurely ended the career of a legend, to Saidie Sharpe's violent ambush of a now very Sour Candy, these women have a bone to pick with their respective families and with each other. It's all to play for, and we are going 'OFF-ROAD' for this one, deep into the bowels of the Adelaide Oval!
Starr: The following match is a parking lot throwdown, under X-Division rules! Joining us first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds ... SAIDIE SHARPE!
"Greatest" by Sia begins to play, but is barely audible through the ceiling as we open into the vision of Saidie Sharpe, leaning arms-folded against the massive wheel of a Monster Energy monster truck, one foot casually kicked up onto a steel chair. As the camera zooms on her, Saidie nods seriously and kicks the base of the chair up, catching and folding it in mid-air before striding out into the open area of the parking lot.
Starr: And her opponent, from the Sour Patch, weighing in at one hundred and six pounds ... SOUR CANDY!
There's no music, and for the moment no Sour Candy, either. Then there's a SHRIEK of burning rubber, and a lumbering metallic creak as a massive, silver retro camper van lurches into the parking lot from the entrance ramp, sparks flying as the dented bumper crashes off the concrete! A hard zoom on the windshield reveals the maliciously grinning face of the Paramount star, partly eclipsed by the low-quality decal slapped over the glass...
Watson: This is just cruel! Saidie came here to make good on her revenge, but it's Nic Cage who looks to make the first statement in this match!
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Sour Candy hammers on the horn, and hits another alarming skid in the camper just as a wide-eyed Saidie swerves to one side, tossing the steel chair as she drives to dive out of the way -- but the almost 90 degree turn pitched by her cackling nemesis causes the front fender to clip her. Sharpe screams and rolls onto her back, clutching at one leg as the other kicks to send her skidding back over the oil-streaked floor of the parking lot. The camper jumps to an unruly, noisy stop against the accompanying bulk of Saidie's Monster truck, and the Sour Snack kicks the passenger side door open, slithering out to stride toward her opponent, twirling a pigtail in one hand and a length of Sour Glass in the other.Gritting her teeth, Saidie stumbles upright, staggering backwards as her clipped leg almost fails to support her. Candy lets out another bittersweet laugh, and dances forward, chambering the light tube and swinging it for a clean hit across Saidie's face, poisonous dust flying as she forces the Sharpe heiress to her knees. "Hi, brat," hisses SC, smirking as she launches into a dropkick, bouncing Sharpe's skull off the fender of a nearby car. With Saidie slumped over, her foe swoops in after her, bouncing her head repeatedly off the wheel arch, then leaps onto the car and spins straight into a Soured Spiral!
She pins Saidie casually, a hand across her face, rearranging her own hair with the other.
ONE...
NOPE!
Sour Candy laughs and simply removes her hand, sliding to her feet and striding over to the dropped chair, scooping it up and weighing it as she turns around--
--right into a dropkick from Saidie Sharpe, who lands with a crunch on her side but gets up anyway, fiercely shoving an arm against the ground and doing her best to no-sell the pain of merely standing. A trickle of blood is running down one side of her face, pieces of glass gleaming in small, bloody furrows in her cheek. But she just looks MAD. Retrieving the chair, she brings it overhead and SCREAMS, bringing the weapon down on Sour Candy's back, then motioning her to stand as she takes a step back, and is ready to whip the chair like a frisbee, right into the other woman's throat! Sour Candy chokes, and stares at Saidie, wide-eyed and furious, as the avenging angel runs forward...
And takes a move from Sour Candy's playbook! Grabbing the diminutive peril by the back of her head, she falls to the concrete on her back, bringing both knees up to hit a perfectly-executed BITTER TRUTH!
Watson: We've barely begun, and already these women look set to kill each other, but that's a solid statement from the younger Sharpe, using Sour Candy's signature Codebreaker against her. Anything Sour Candy can do, Syd...
Sydney: Saidie can execute a pale imitation of? C'mon. Sharpe's shown her aggressive side, with that attack back on Prime 100 and now this desperate fight for survival, but we're in Sour Candy's wheelhouse. She's had bloody wars with Stitches for YEARS; there's nothing Sharpe can do that she can't do better, and with more cruelty. That's how she wins this.
Mocking Sour Candy, Sharpe fakes a cover and then kicks her in the ribs instead, swearing as her bruised thigh explodes in another burst of pain. Slamming her fist against her own leg, she shakes her head and yanks her opponent upright, grabbing her by both arms and monkey-flipping her toward a concrete pillar! It's a good throw, but the hardcore minx comes alive in mid-air, catching herself on the sharp edge of the pillar and hopping down onto the railing below, firing a glare back over her shoulder as Saidie comes running in after her, and eats a booted heel right in the mouth!
Sharpe stumbles, and SC launches from the barrier, flipping clean over her similarly-sized foe to hit a violent SOUR BOMB onto the concrete!! Saidie screams, her back arching as she's shoved out of the pin, trying desperately to roll away but failing as Sour Candy follows up with a running knee, then unleashes a torrent of verbal abuse - most of which gets censored for the Australian audience - as she slinks off into the gloom of the parking lot, leaving Sharpe to slowly rise and limp off in hunt.
It's like a scene from a horror movie, the shadows shifting as Saidie looks left and right, shaking with nervous adrenaline as a few dark spots seem to take shape into the form of Sour Candy. At last, she hears a metallic clink off to one side, and takes a sharp turn between two utility vans, glancing up at the roof of one just in time to see a small silhouette dive down, a long object held overhead, swiping down at her! Saidie drops into a roll, pulling herself up using the trunk of both vehicles, as Sour Candy's tire iron rips a scratched dent in the body of one of the vans. Hissing, SC turns and runs at Saidie, who pops up onto her shoulders with a burst of strength, grabbing the upraised tire iron and bringing it down repeatedly against her opponent's skull. There's a grisly series of meaty thunks, and Candy falls forward...
At the last second, Saidie scrambles off, kicking her away to the open area of the lot as she escapes to the closest vehicle's roof. She looks at the tire iron, now gleaming crimson, and throws it away, turning instead to hit a SAIDIESAULT, crushing Sour Candy between her and the unyielding concrete!!
Watson: I think you might be eating your words, partner. Saidie Sharpe is showing us what all those years of training under her uncle have done for her - she's violent AND technically-skilled; that was both precise and devastating.
Sydney: Gotta hand it to the kid, she's getting this done somehow.
There's blood dripping from the back of Sour Candy's skull, her hair soaked as she's forced into a Sharpeshooter against the parking lot floor, Saidie fighting admirably through her own injuries as she sits back into the classic submission, "Give it up, you awful bitch," she snarls, as SC grits her teeth and stares bloody murder at the car in front of her, reaching out as if she could pull it across the pair of them, her fingers shaking. She manages to close a hand on the bumper, and uses the extra leverage to flip onto her side, loosening the hold, freeing a leg, which she uses to kick Sharpe repeatedly in the back of the head until she can escape completely, crawling up onto the hood of the car.
Saidie fights back to her feet, hops forward, and eats a soccer kick to the jaw, then a side kick to the temple, stumbling away only to scream and lunge back toward Sour Candy, unwilling to be beaten back! SC is smirking, sliding onto her back on the hood of the car and meeting Sharpe with a knee to the face! The momentum carries her onto the concrete, where she lands on one knee and immediately stands, grabbing Saidie in a three-quarter facelock and dragging her a third time toward the car, legs extending to rebound and re-introduce Sharpe to the concrete with a massive SUGAR-FREE CANDY!
She rolls into mount, and rains down furious forearms, immediately dragging Saidie up by the shirt before taking a step back, baiting the dazed woman to take a swing then countering with a Spike DDT into the hood of the car!
Watson: A creative and ultimately devastating combination from Sour Candy, whose list of accolades is as long as it is for good reason. We JUST saw her in a steel cage against Marcu$ $t. John, and she's got this much left in the tank?
Sydney: She's a dangerous woman, man. Saidie messed up bad when she decided she could handle this fight.
Someone needs to tell Saidie, who fights back as she's dragged off the hood, seizing Sour Candy's arm and striving for an armbar only to be grabbed and swung against the car, then HURLED across the parking lot with a furious shriek from the Sour One. Pushing the hair from her face, she stares daggers, knives, and swords after the Prime starlet, before stomping after her. Saidie starts to crawl away, dragging herself under a dumpster and out to the other side, turning to give it a mighty shove! Sour Candy keeps on coming, flipping up onto the dumpster and then launching from the other side into an Huracanrana! Saidie's slammed to the concrete again, but rolls directly to her feet, sneering as she turns--
--and erupts into a beautiful B.S.P.T! The Best Saidie Palm Thrust, right to the throat! For a second time, Sour Candy is choking, stumbling onto a knee, and unable to do jack or shit about it as Sharpe takes a couple of steps back and sprints into the SPARKLING WITCH! The back of Candy's skull squelches as it hits the concrete again, and she's bundled up for the pin...
ONE...
TWO...
NO!!?
This time it's SAIDIE who decides not to finish the match, barely waiting for the two before she pulls SC upright instead, slamming her with an uncharacteristic headbutt and then dragging her toward a sleek white Jaguar parked at one side of the lot. Nearby, a courier bike pulls in with a screech, the rider glancing warily at the pair of bloody, battered women as Saidie limps over with Candy and hurls her against a pillar, then picks her up to execute a monstrous spinebuster onto the hood of the Jag! The impact sends flecks of crimson spraying across the beautiful car, but also seems to wake up the little nightmare, who rolls to one side, shoving herself off the hood to retort with a flying neckbreaker!
There's a familiar meaty squelch as Saidie's skull bounces off the floor, and then Candy is crouched beside her in side control, raining down forearms and a couple of elbows for good measure, widening the gashes on Saidie's face until the pair of them are equally soaked in blood. The courier is frozen in place, terrified, as Sour Candy stares over her shoulder at him, grins, and shoves herself away from the insensible Saidie, striding toward the poor man and yanking him off his bike. She grabs him in a headlock, steps toward the Jaguar, and tosses him right through the windshield, which shatters on impact!
Saidie starts to rouse, as Sour Candy walks back to the courier's bike and with a roar, picks it up over head, staggering toward Sharpe and LAUNCHING the two-wheeler at her!
Watson: Oh my goodness! She's ACTUALLY trying to kill her!
Sydney: Hahaha! You love to see it! This is Paramount, baby!
Shock and awe runs through the watching crowd, but Saidie is deaf to it all - acting on pure instinct, twisting off the ground to see the oncoming bike. Her eyes snap wide in an instant, and then she keeps on turning, lashing out her arms to half-catch the bike from the air, putting on enough pressure that it rights itself and crunches down wheels-first, metal clattering and clanging. Saidie mounts up, swinging her good leg over the saddle and sliding up in, REVVING the motorcycle as Sour Candy looks on in a rare look of absolute horror. The Adelaide Oval EXPLODES for Saidie Sharpe as the bike roars into life, and skids around to face SC, accelerating after her as she shrieks and runs into the open area of the lot...
WHAM!! The bike catches her between the shoulder-blades, and Saidie tumbles off as she loses control, thud-thudding over Candy's battered body and slamming into a pillar on its side, as the two women struggle to regain their footing. Candy's eyes are bloodshot, swimming with a lack of awareness as Saidie runs on the fumes of adrenaline, breaking out another, slightly weaker Saidie Palm Thrust before erupting into a flurry of desperate strikes, kicks and forearms and then a wild haymaker--
--which Sour Candy DUCKS UNDER! She's still in this! Her face is a mask of pure fury, as she snaps an elbow into Saidie's jaw, kicks her directly between the legs, and then DIVES into an insane tackle, sprinting into Saidie's midsection to carry the pair of them back across the lot toward the white Jaguar and the courier trying to compose himself beside it...
Sour Candy finally leaves her feet to turn the tackle into a spear, and both women fly through the poor bystander, driving all three bodies right through the damaged windshield, broken glass flying and awful crunching coming from inside the vehicle, where the courier lies mangled underneath a folded-up Saidie Sharpe and the extended form of Candy, who's FUCKING LAUGHING.
Absolutely crazed, she's the first one, and makes a show of reaching in to help out Saidie, who doesn't have a single clue what's going on, sliced open all over and soaked in her blood and Candy's. "I told you," exudes SC, yanking the brutalized Saidie up onto the top of the bloodied, dented Jag and bending her over backwards. "I'm going to KILL YOU!"
Growling like a demon, she licks some of the blood and glass from Saidie's cheek, and sweeps her with a horrible finality into the UNSWEETENED ENDING she promised! There's a sordid crunch, and Sour Candy floats over the top of her felled foe, the two of them barely balancing on the edge of the Jaguar, Saidie's shoulders just barely down, an arm dangling...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... SOUR CANDY!
Unleashing another bray of crazed laughter, SC tumbles off of Saidie to the concrete below, where she falls onto one knee and sprawls out, rolling onto her back as she continues to cackle. Composing herself, she stares up at Saidie and then snorts, shoving herself upright and staggering, weaving, dripping blood all the way until she reaches the discarded tire iron. She carries it back over to Sharpe, and raises it over her head in both hands, trembling all over, her knuckles whitening as they grip the weapon firmly...
And swings it down, over and over and over, horrible noises coming from the impacts as Sour Candy seems to actually, legitimately attempt murder on Jordan Sharpe's niece! The bell begins to ring again, and from behind SC come a mob of officials and security guards, one of them plowing her against the edge of the car as another pries the tire iron from her fingers.
DING DING DING DING DING
Starr: Ladies and gentlemen, due to Sour Candy's refusal to listen to Senior Official Matt Mercer, the decision has been overturned... Therefore, Your winner, ... SAIDIE SHARPE!As the feed cuts, Saidie is simply lying there, unconscious and bleeding out. The crowd is SILENT.
Watson: Um. Folks. Despite, and because of, every effort by Sour Candy, Saidie Sharpe is our winner. Rest assured that medics have been dispatched to assist with both competitors, and we'll put out word as soon as we know Saidie's condition. She's truly given it her all to try and put away that devilish woman, and we wish her all the best in her recovery.
Sydney: Jesus! What did we just witness? Did Sour Candy actually do it? Did she kill her? We cannot end the show before we know! This is insane!
Watson: I wish we could stay with this and let you all know, but we are toatally out of time. Join us for our seaon finale in New York City in two weeks time. Thank you for watching and good night EWC Nation.
The camera fades on the lifeless body of Saidie Sharpe as medical personnel finally get to the Prime superstar.
