Post by PARAMOUNT on Oct 4, 2023 20:04:59 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 ROGERS CENTRE 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 TORONTO 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 FALLOUT FROM RUMBLE **
EPISODE #36
EPISODE #36
OCTOBER 4TH, 2023
LIVE! from Rogers Centre - Toronto, OntarioWARNING: 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 Rogers Centre!
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 ROGERS CENTRE 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 TORONTO 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 Extreme-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, Melody Malone, 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 Ashley Freeman, "La Belicista" Isabella, Next Level, "The Beautiful Battleship" Sonya, Jadyn Keem, Marcu$ $t. John, Tanja Devereaux, The Kruel Masters, Shaker Jones, Adriana Aquilla, El Pablo, Emma Louise, 3Pac, Sueñe El Molde, Savage Aura, Eddie Dozier, Jack Hart, and Sakura Yamamoto. The final images shown are a montage of Xavier Reid, the EWC Undisputed Championship proudly in the hands of "The Memphis Mouthpiece" Tommy Love, JoJo Rush with the EWC X-Division Championship over his shoulder, The Heat Packers holding the EWC World Tag Team Championships, Ibuki Ito and the EWC North American championship high over his head, and "The Last Magician" Sally Talfourd proudly sporting the Apple TV + Broadcast Championship around her waist.
The camera pans around the loud and out of control audience. As the fireworks continue to explode, the fans chant and cheer! Cameras pan around the arena to catch some of the signage that many fans have brought to Rogers Centre with them here tonight. The Paramount Wrestling fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:
"WHY IS PARAMOUNT NOT BEING BLESSED BY THE UNDISPUTED CHAMPION?!"
"IBUKI KNEELS TO NO ONE!"
"A LONE WOLF IS BETTER THAN A MAGICIAN!"
"WELCOME BACK M$J!!!"
"ITS TIME FOR THE BATTLESHIP TO #TASTETHERAINBOW!"
"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.
Sydney: That's right Tim, The Bastard of Voldando outlasted 29 others in Kansas City to become a TWO TIME EWC Undisputed champion, but just because we won't see him tonight does not mean there is not plenty of gold here in Toronto tonight!
Watson: Too true Cid, We have several EWC Champions here tonight and in our Main Event we will crown the champions of the first ever EWC Trios Tournament as The House Hunters take on House Money for that cash prize and trophy! But before we get there, we have a stacked card for you from the home of the Blue Jays. Opening things up "Headhuntress" Aiya pays us another visit from Prime to take on Canadian Shaker Jones and the returning "Jack of Hart's" Jack Hart in triple threat action!
Sydney: Then we have Aiya's Shinijoshi sister SONYA squaring off against El Pablo in singles action before Adriana Aquilla and the returning Marcu$ $t. John take part in a rematch from Paramount #1 almost three years ago!
Watson: The EWC World Tag Team Champions are in non-title action as The Heat Packers take on The Kreul Masters.
Sydney: Amber Lisa challenged for the Apple TV + Broadcast championship. Will The Lone Wolf be able to take on the magic and win? Or will Sally Talfourd make it six successful defenses en route to the Main Event of WrestleFest?
Watson: Then a king from Brawl takes on the ACE of EWC as King Flip and Ibuki Ito do battle again for the first time since Brawl #595! This time though its on Ito's home turf.
Sydney: We have all this and SO MUCH MORE! Our first match of the night will be coming up right after this quick message from EWCTV. Don't go anywhere .. Paramount Wrestling action will be back in exactly 1 minute.
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Marcu$ $t. John is sitting in the locker room with a towel over his head as he hears a knock on the door. He looks up and stares at the door for a few seconds before he urges the knocker to:
M$J: Come in
Lisa Goldrush emerges through the door with microphone in hand. Big smile on her face but Marcu$ doesn't acknowledge it and just puts his head back down. A focused demeanor not worried about his surroundings.
Lisa Goldrush: Thank you for the time today Marcu$. This is your first official match back on Paramount since your win on Gambit. What emotions are running through your body and what’s on your mind right now?
He once again looks up, but this time he looks directly into the eyes of Lisa before answering her questions.
M$J: My body? A nervous energy. It’s been a while hasn’t it? Coming back to Paramount after numerous months, days, hours, and minutes of being on the shelf. Facing an opponent that I had to deal with at Paramount 1. Almost a full circle moment. What’s on my mind?
He laughs a bit and stands up while simultaneously pulling the towel off of his head.
M$J: A lot is on my mind. Staying healthy, winning this match, having to watch the man walking around with a title that I held for damn near a year facing the man that put me on the shelf for months. If I was the man I once was, I would try to come out and hurt Adriana not caring about the results then later in the night, I would be trying to create hell in the Ibuki and Flip match, but alas I’m not the man I once was. Who I am is the man that’s going to beat Lo Divino tonight. Prove that I am back because I meant every word I said at Paramount 35. If you don’t want me to take over again, then stop me! The next person that gets that chance is Adriana Aquilla. I helped build this brand brick by brick and the next evolution of Paramount Wrestling is only the strong survive. Either you’re holding your weight or you’re not and I’m going to hold the most weight around here again. By weight, I mean the North American Championship. So not if, but when I win this match tonight, I’m going to be paying close attention to that non title match. I may even get a front row seat. It doesn’t stop there though. The contenders for the title.
Marcu$ air quotes the word contenders as he says it.
Lisa Goldrush: Your intentions are clear, move back up the ladder and make your way back to the North American Championship, is that right?
He motions for Lisa to hand him the microphone. She obliges and steps to the side. He looks directly into the camera.
M$J: If I didn’t make myself any clearer, let me do it again. I’m coming back with intentions of being at the top. If I didn’t then I would be wasting not only mine but everyone else’s time. So it doesn’t matter how good you are or how bad you are, you’re on my list and brick by brick, I’m coming for what’s mine. Adriana, Ibuki, Sonja, Sally, Tanja, or whomever decides to step up. STEP UP, or step out of my way. Interview over Lisa, let me finish getting ready for my match and tell them to hit my theme music.
Lisa leaves out with her microphone to do just as Marcu$ $t. John instructed her to ensure that “Money” gets played as he makes his way to the ring.
M$J: Come in
Lisa Goldrush emerges through the door with microphone in hand. Big smile on her face but Marcu$ doesn't acknowledge it and just puts his head back down. A focused demeanor not worried about his surroundings.
Lisa Goldrush: Thank you for the time today Marcu$. This is your first official match back on Paramount since your win on Gambit. What emotions are running through your body and what’s on your mind right now?
He once again looks up, but this time he looks directly into the eyes of Lisa before answering her questions.
M$J: My body? A nervous energy. It’s been a while hasn’t it? Coming back to Paramount after numerous months, days, hours, and minutes of being on the shelf. Facing an opponent that I had to deal with at Paramount 1. Almost a full circle moment. What’s on my mind?
He laughs a bit and stands up while simultaneously pulling the towel off of his head.
M$J: A lot is on my mind. Staying healthy, winning this match, having to watch the man walking around with a title that I held for damn near a year facing the man that put me on the shelf for months. If I was the man I once was, I would try to come out and hurt Adriana not caring about the results then later in the night, I would be trying to create hell in the Ibuki and Flip match, but alas I’m not the man I once was. Who I am is the man that’s going to beat Lo Divino tonight. Prove that I am back because I meant every word I said at Paramount 35. If you don’t want me to take over again, then stop me! The next person that gets that chance is Adriana Aquilla. I helped build this brand brick by brick and the next evolution of Paramount Wrestling is only the strong survive. Either you’re holding your weight or you’re not and I’m going to hold the most weight around here again. By weight, I mean the North American Championship. So not if, but when I win this match tonight, I’m going to be paying close attention to that non title match. I may even get a front row seat. It doesn’t stop there though. The contenders for the title.
Marcu$ air quotes the word contenders as he says it.
Lisa Goldrush: Your intentions are clear, move back up the ladder and make your way back to the North American Championship, is that right?
He motions for Lisa to hand him the microphone. She obliges and steps to the side. He looks directly into the camera.
M$J: If I didn’t make myself any clearer, let me do it again. I’m coming back with intentions of being at the top. If I didn’t then I would be wasting not only mine but everyone else’s time. So it doesn’t matter how good you are or how bad you are, you’re on my list and brick by brick, I’m coming for what’s mine. Adriana, Ibuki, Sonja, Sally, Tanja, or whomever decides to step up. STEP UP, or step out of my way. Interview over Lisa, let me finish getting ready for my match and tell them to hit my theme music.
Lisa leaves out with her microphone to do just as Marcu$ $t. John instructed her to ensure that “Money” gets played as he makes his way to the ring.
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
"Headhuntress" Aiya
VS "The Canadian Badass" Shaker Jones
VS "The Jack of Harts" Jack Hart
We return to ringside where Tim and Cid are standing by!
Watson: Welcome back to Paramount Wrestling folks! We just heard from the returning Marcu$ $t. john backstage, but in the ring we are about to kick things off with a bang and Isabella Starr is already waiting, take it away!
Starr: The following match is a Triple Threat Match. Joining us first, fighting out of Boston, Massachusetts and weighing in at 230 pounds... SHAKER JONES!
'Locked and Loaded’ by Jackyl plays and Shaker Jones appears from the very back of the arena. He snakes his way to the ring past the fans that watch him go by. As he passes a trash can, he stops and kicks it over sending trash everywhere. He reaches the barrier and leaps over it before rolling into the ring. He kneels in the corner as he awaits his opponents.
Starr: And the opponents, first coming to the ring from Kyoto, Japan, weighing in at 137 pounds, she is one of the Shinijoshi... ”HEADHUNTRESS” AIYA!
As “Dark Seeks Light” by Yui Ninomiya plays over the PA system, a fog appears near the curtains. As it slowly fades away, we see the form of “Headhuntress” Aiya standing at the top of the ramp. She saunters down, entering the ring through the middle and top ropes. Aiya then leans against the ring, already looking as if she’s making a game plan in her head whilst waiting for her final opponent to enter the ring.
Starr: And finally, from Hurricane, West Virginia and weighing in at 232 pounds... JACK HART!
'God's Gonna Cut You Down' by Johnny Cash begins to play and as the words begin, through the curtain emerges 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
Aiya slaps Jack across the face. Before she can follow it up, Shaker runs and clotheslines Aiya over the top rope to the floor. Jack smacks Shaker on the back with an axe handle. He turns Shaker around and smacks him with a European uppercut before grabbing Shaker’s arm and ramming his head into the corner. Jack whips Shaker off the ropes and knocks him to the mat with a bicycle kick. Jack pulls Shaker to his feet and takes him over with a suplex. Jack runs at Shaker as he sits on the mat and blasts him with an elbow to the back of the head. Jack pulls Shaker to the mat and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Aiya dives into the ring breaking the count. Aiya pulls Jack to his feet and lashes out with kicks to his left thigh before cracking him with a headbutt. Jack charges at Aiya but he runs into a big boot. Aiya applies an armbar but Jack punches his way free. Both get to their feet where Aiya takes Jack down with a belly to back suplex. He staggers to his feet but Aiya charges him hitting a spear. She hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
From ringside, Shaker pulls at Aiya’s ankle breaking the count. Shaker rolls into the ring. He drags Aiya to her feet and grabs her taking her over with a double arm grab suplex. She stumbles back into the corner where Shaker smacks her with a handspring elbow. She staggers out of the corner where Shaker springs off the middle rope hitting a springboard kick. Shaker drives Aiya to the mat with a Sledge-O-Matic. He makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Jack dives in breaking the count.
Watson: It’s that funny, familiar feeling again.
Sydney: It’s probably hunger. I can order out. You can do amazing things with cell phones these days.
Jack pulls Shaker to his feet and smacks him with a European uppercut that sends him staggering back into the corner. Aiya gets to her feet but Jack knocks her back down with a Superkick. He makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Shaker grabs at Jack and drags him to his feet breaking the count. Shaker drives Jack to the mat with The 87. He rolls Jack over and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Aiya manages to hit Shaker with a low clothesline that breaks the count. Shaker gets to his feet to confront her but Aiya catches him on the jaw with an S.O.S. She makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Jack grabs Aiya and pulls her off Shaker to break the count.
Watson: With all these pin attempts being broken up, we may well be here all night!
Sydney: Well I’ve ordered pizza and cheesecake for us both so we’re good for it.
Aiya shoves Jack into the corner and turns to face Shaker. She smacks him on the side of the head with an OTK. Shaker crumples to the mat but before Aiya can make a cover, Jack spins her around and knocks Aiya down onto Shaker with a Blackout. Jack covers Shaker while rolling Aiya out of the ring. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall JACK HART!
Jack climbs up to the middle turnbuckle to raise one arm aloft with his index finger pointing to the sky. He steps through the ropes and slaps hands with the fans as he heads back up the ramp.
Watson: Smart wrestling there by Jack Hart. He allowed Shaker Jones and Aiya to have their moment and then picked his spot at the end and ensuring there was nobody left in the ring to break up the fall.
Sydney: He did well tonight. However, one on one this could easily have gone the way of Aiya or Shaker Jones. At least three times over!
Watson: In the end though the Jack of Harts won this amazing opening contest. We will be right back folks, don't go anywhere!
Camera cuts to a commercial for EWC Youngblood live on pay per view Oct 30th...
The camera cuts to the behind the scenes of Paramount, the backstage of the buzzing with controlled chaos. Crew members rush about adjusting equipment and the like, ensuring every detail was perfect. The air is thick with anticipation and the electrifying energy of the live audience beyond the curtains.
The camera shifts to focus on the imposing locker room door. It begins to slowly creak open. The distant roar of the crowd fills the background as the camera peeks inside the dimly lit locker room.
Some of Paramount’s very best are in various stages of preparation. Some are wrapping their hands, others are pacing back and forth, and a few are engaged in intense conversations, their faces etched with determination.
To the back of the room, the solitary figure of Sally Talfourd stands before a mirror. She's adjusting her AppleTV+ Championship Belt, a gleaming prize that sparkles under the dim overhead lights, while she mutters to herself.
Sally Talfourd: Number six … number six … number six …
The camera lingers on Sally capturing the intensity in her eyes. Then, a shadow casts over her, cutting over the mirror. Her eyes dart across to catch someone’s reflection in the mirror. The camera pivots to find it’s King Flip. Toronto thunders a response for the magician and the king in tandem. With a sly grin, King sides up to Sall, seemingly unperturbed by any vibes surrounding the reigning champion.
The Mad King: Ladies and gentlemen, the illustrious AppleTV+ champ! The Bold, the beautiful, the inCOMMMMMMparable Sally Talfourd. Always a sight to behold.
Sally turns to face Flip, her brows furrowing in mild annoyance at the interruption. Flip had extended his hand out to shake Sally's.
Sally Talfourd: What do you want, Flip?
Flip's eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint as he takes a step closer to Sally, replacing his hand by his side, his every movement exuding an air of enigmatic charisma.
The Mad King: Oh, just a wee moment of your time, you absolute champion of the people. Y'see, I couldn't help but wonder how you were doing after the Rumble? It sure looked like you got knocked about a fair bit.
Sally Talfourd: I’m fine.
Sally’s hand instinctively reaches for the dressing over her nose, the distinct reminder of not a week ago’s Rumble. Flip gives a knowing nod with a jovially protruding bottom lip.
The Mad King: Are you sure? It sure looks like Ito did a number on you. That’s to be expected though. He’s kind of a piece of shit.
Flip slowly paces around Sally at an unnoticeable speed. His voice is a low hypnotic cadence. Sally narrows her eyes, her patience wearing thin as she regards Flip.
Sally Talfourd: What are you getting at?
Flip takes a step back, his expression one of mock innocence. He holds both his hands up. Again, Flip - with fluid and graceful movements like a mesmerizing dance - circled Sally again slowly, maintaining a respectful distance but managing to create an aura of intimacy that was both unsettling and magnetic.
The Mad King: Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m just saying Ito’s not very good at sharing, is he? I’ve seen you – I mean, really, we’ve all seen you out there these past few years. You’ve pretty much carried Paramount this season after bouncing back from a tough one last year. Carrying the weight of this brand on your shoulders like a true Ace – er, magical joker? Sage? – whatever. I’m sure Ito saw it too. And, like I said, he’s not good at sharing. He sees you, your name growing larger than his... your title more of a draw than his... you lined up for the headline of WrestleFest. And what’s he doing?
Sally couldn't hide the tension in her stance. Her shoulders were taut, and her fists clenched and unclenched as she grappled with Flip’s words. Her gaze darted between Flip’s piercing eyes and the floor, unable to fully meet his challenging stare.
The Mad King: Is it any surprise he went after you? It might as well have been a one-on-one no-holds-barred match with twenty-odd really close audience members. Did he even know there were 28 others in that match? I doubt he even cared enough to win the Undisputed Title - just that you… dear, innocent Sally Talfourd… didn’t. And if that also meant taking you out of action for a week or two? Maybe even sending you into WrestleFest with this or that injury? Based on my experiences with him? He’s happy to ruin other people’s lives.
Flip is completely convinced of his own words. Toronto isn't and Sally seems more dismissive than accepting of the information.
Sally Talfourd: Thanks Flip. Really. It’s not like I’ve got, you know, a title defense later? You know, that whole ‘carrying Paramount’ thing? So, whatever games you're playing, save them for another time.
Sally looks from the championship still resting on her shoulder to the King. He, on the other hand, looks to the belt with a warm smile. Flip almost touches it before withdrawing his hand and taking a chuckled step back from The Magician.
The Mad King: Another time, of course. Amber Lisa is more than a big attitude. There's something to be seen in that one's future if you ask me. BUT! I mean... Y'know, just be careful. I'm not gonna come out and give you the same hard time I gave Devereaux; this isn't like that. It's just that Melinda and I just did this. Right? She was television champion, I was brand champion, and she had the better night. Obviously I had the wherewithal to withstand it but... Ito? Well. He might not have the same reaction. Good luck, kiddo!
As Flip departed, his final glance over his shoulder held a lingering promise of more mind games to come. The camera captured Sally’s conflicted expression, a maelstrom of emotions churning beneath the surface, leaving the audience to wonder about the web of intrigue that had been woven backstage in the world of professional wrestling.
SINGLES MATCH
SONYA
VS El Pablo
We return to ringside where Tim and Cid are standing by.
Watson: Address whatever transition just happened and then opening Match Hype Comments
Starr: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing in Honolulu, Hawaii and weighing in at 150 pounds... SONYA!
As the first few notes of "Rusalka" play over the loudspeakers, Sonya stands just a few feet away from the entrance way, the cameras picking up her peaceful expression and smile. The song kicks into high gear and she makes her way to the ring with determined eyes and calm demeanor, stepping into the ring and performing her signature pose in the corner.
Starr: And the opponent, residing in Puebla City, Mexico and weighing in at 180 pounds... 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. He charges down the ramp and slides under the ropes into the ring, before running up the turnbuckle and tossing a couple of fistfuls of Skittles out into 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.
Pablo charges at Sonya but runs into a big boot. He gets to his feet but a knife edge chop to the chest takes his breath away. Sonya whips Pablo off the ropes and dropkicks him as he rebounds. Pablo gets to his feet but Sonya shoves him into the corner. A roundhouse kick spins Pablo around and Sonya grabs him around the waist. She pops back and brings Pablo to the mat with a German suplex. Sonya rolls around into a cover. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Pablo gets a shoulder up of the mat to break the count. Sonya runs off the ropes looking for a lariat but Pablo catches her and spins her to the mat with a Spanish fly. Both get to their feet and again, Sonya runs at Pablo. This time he spins on the balls of his feet cracking Sonya with a back elbow. She staggers around the ring as Pablo runs at Sonya. He brings her crashing down with a crucifix driver. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sonya manages to roll her way free to break the count. Pablo slips to the middle turnbuckle and leaps hitting a legdrop. Pablo runs off the ropes as Sonya gets to her feet. She runs at Pablo and catches him under the jaw with a knee lift. Both drop to the mat.
Watson: Both are down! If one could just roll over the other now, they might pick up the win.
Sydney: Not sure they can move right now never mind roll.
Proving him wrong, both use the ropes to pull themselves to their feet. Sonya staggers backward allowing Pablo to spring off the middle ropes and clatter into her with a Furry Ninja Strike. He rolls her over and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sonya rolls to her side to break the count. Pablo rolls to his feet and pulls Sonya up onto hers. Pablo whips Sonya off the ropes and tilt-a whirls her but she manages to slip over his shoulder before he can turn it into any offence. Sonya grabs Pablo and twists him into a Belly To Back Suplex. She hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Pablo lifts a shoulder off the mat as he rolls to his front. In frustration Sonya smacks Pablo in the shoulderblade with a forearm and punches the mat.
Watson: Anger spilling out there on the part of Sonya.
Sydney: It’s to be expected. Both want to win this one. I can imagine how disheartening it is to see a foe kick out of one of your big moves.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall EL PABLO!
Pablo gets to his feet but falls against the ropes. He reaches into a pocket and pulls out two packets of Skittles. He tears them open and pours Skittles over himself and the front few rows. He lays one Skittle on Sonya’s chest as he exits the ring. He heads up the ramp while tossing more Skittles to the crowd as he passes by.
Watson: That was a good win and a smart win for El Pablo here tonight. He was an inch from defeat but one smart counter and he walks away victorious on Paramount.
Sydney: One counter. Remember that. Had Sonya hit that Ruby Buster instead, this would have been a Sonya win!
Watson: Staff to add final commentary and transition to next scene
Camera cuts toa commercial for EWC One Night Encounter live on Pay Per View November 27th!
Watson: Address whatever transition just happened and then opening Match Hype Comments
Starr: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing in Honolulu, Hawaii and weighing in at 150 pounds... SONYA!
As the first few notes of "Rusalka" play over the loudspeakers, Sonya stands just a few feet away from the entrance way, the cameras picking up her peaceful expression and smile. The song kicks into high gear and she makes her way to the ring with determined eyes and calm demeanor, stepping into the ring and performing her signature pose in the corner.
Starr: And the opponent, residing in Puebla City, Mexico and weighing in at 180 pounds... 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. He charges down the ramp and slides under the ropes into the ring, before running up the turnbuckle and tossing a couple of fistfuls of Skittles out into 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
Pablo charges at Sonya but runs into a big boot. He gets to his feet but a knife edge chop to the chest takes his breath away. Sonya whips Pablo off the ropes and dropkicks him as he rebounds. Pablo gets to his feet but Sonya shoves him into the corner. A roundhouse kick spins Pablo around and Sonya grabs him around the waist. She pops back and brings Pablo to the mat with a German suplex. Sonya rolls around into a cover. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Pablo gets a shoulder up of the mat to break the count. Sonya runs off the ropes looking for a lariat but Pablo catches her and spins her to the mat with a Spanish fly. Both get to their feet and again, Sonya runs at Pablo. This time he spins on the balls of his feet cracking Sonya with a back elbow. She staggers around the ring as Pablo runs at Sonya. He brings her crashing down with a crucifix driver. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sonya manages to roll her way free to break the count. Pablo slips to the middle turnbuckle and leaps hitting a legdrop. Pablo runs off the ropes as Sonya gets to her feet. She runs at Pablo and catches him under the jaw with a knee lift. Both drop to the mat.
Watson: Both are down! If one could just roll over the other now, they might pick up the win.
Sydney: Not sure they can move right now never mind roll.
Proving him wrong, both use the ropes to pull themselves to their feet. Sonya staggers backward allowing Pablo to spring off the middle ropes and clatter into her with a Furry Ninja Strike. He rolls her over and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sonya rolls to her side to break the count. Pablo rolls to his feet and pulls Sonya up onto hers. Pablo whips Sonya off the ropes and tilt-a whirls her but she manages to slip over his shoulder before he can turn it into any offence. Sonya grabs Pablo and twists him into a Belly To Back Suplex. She hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Pablo lifts a shoulder off the mat as he rolls to his front. In frustration Sonya smacks Pablo in the shoulderblade with a forearm and punches the mat.
Watson: Anger spilling out there on the part of Sonya.
Sydney: It’s to be expected. Both want to win this one. I can imagine how disheartening it is to see a foe kick out of one of your big moves.
Sonya lifts Pablo to his feet and smacks him with a knife edge chop before whipping him, chest first, into the corner. Sonya lifts Pablo up to the top turnbuckle and pulls him back onto her shoulders. She staggers to the middle of the ring and spins Pablo for a Ruby Buster. At the last second, Pablo counters driving Sonya to the mat with Taste The Rainbow. He rolls her over and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall EL PABLO!
Pablo gets to his feet but falls against the ropes. He reaches into a pocket and pulls out two packets of Skittles. He tears them open and pours Skittles over himself and the front few rows. He lays one Skittle on Sonya’s chest as he exits the ring. He heads up the ramp while tossing more Skittles to the crowd as he passes by.
Watson: That was a good win and a smart win for El Pablo here tonight. He was an inch from defeat but one smart counter and he walks away victorious on Paramount.
Sydney: One counter. Remember that. Had Sonya hit that Ruby Buster instead, this would have been a Sonya win!
Watson: Staff to add final commentary and transition to next scene
Camera cuts toa commercial for EWC One Night Encounter live on Pay Per View November 27th!
The camera cuts backstage where we find Bunny Love standing next to Paramount’s Lisa Goldrush. She looks around and then looks back at Bunny.
Goldrush: So…are Deimos and ‘Little’ Danny joining us?
Bunny smiles and shakes her head…
Love: No, they did not make the trip north of the border but I’m here to get a first hand look at The Heat Packers and scout them ahead of our rematch against them at YoungBlood V…
Goldrush: If you don’t mind me asking, wouldn’t it have been more prudent for them to also be on hand to watch The Heat Packers v. The Kruel Masters?
Bunny shakes her head no…
Love: Listen, Deimos and ‘Little’ Danny have faced off against The Kruel Masters now what, 3 times this season, there is no need to see them again here tonight…
Goldrush: I didn’t mean for them to scout…
Love: I know who you meant Lisa, I was just having a little fun with it…no, Deimos and ‘Little’ Danny don’t need to be here to watch The Heat Packers, they need to be home training for their upcoming rematch and frankly giving their bodied a bit of a rest…listen the 3pAC have been the busiest tag team in the division this season, having wrestled 13 tag team matches, 3 Six Man Tag Team Matches, been on 3 ppvs and appeared won on all four brands this season…they are 12-4 this season, 11-2 in the tag team division…they have been the face of the division all season, the work horses so they deserve a show off here and there and they are taking one off tonight…
Goldrush: So will they be at Paramount #037?
Bunny smiles…
Love: Yes, they will be at Paramount #037 in some fashion…right now they are in Nashville, Tennessee having a little ‘training’ session with another team that once held the EWC Tag Team Champions getting their minds and bodies right before their rematch…
Goldrush: Wait, are you saying that Deimos and ‘Little’ Danny are training with…
Bunny holds up her hands, trying to look innocent even though she’s smiling…
Love: I’m not saying anything Lisa…
Goldrush: Well if they are training with a certain former team that once was the 2 time EWC Tag Team Champions is it really safe to leave them unsupervised with those two…I mean I’ve read their book, Tales from the Trails: The 25 Greatest Stories from Outside The Wrestling Ring, which is still on the New York Times Best Seller list and available online in hardback and paperback…
Love: I hope they are paying you for being a spokesperson…but I trust that the four of them still stay out of trouble…or at the very least can outrun the police…but what Deimos and ‘Little’ Danny need right now is to get their heads right and go into YoungBlood V ready to recapture the EWC Tag Team Championships, to right the wrong that happened at Night of Champions and remind each and every tag team in the division that they are the team to beat…and let me worry about the X’s and O’s of putting a game plan together on how to beat The Heat Packers…
Goldrush: Well this is a long history between you and The Heat Packers…
Love: Yeah, you can say that…they used me and The Southern Express to get their names out here in the EWC by attacking us…by busting me open, real tough men right…but what can you expect from a team that’s part of The House…hey, say what you want about Bobby and Jimmy or even Deimos and ‘Little’ Danny but they are the kind of scum that hit a lady in the face with a chair…but I guess that’s what makes The Heat Packers the ‘tough guys’ they are right…listen I’m going to take so much pride in taking those belts back off them, knowing that WE, the 3pAC are the ones that sent them backing back to being the 3rd best team in their own stable…but tonight I wish them luck, I hope they beat The Kruel Masters and come into YoungBlood V filling all high and mighty because I want to be the ones that knock them off their high horse…
Bunny smiles into the camera as it slowly fades out.
SINGLES MATCH
Adriana Aquilla
VS Marcu$ $t. John
We return to ringside where the Paramount crowd is fired up for the official return to Paramount of Marcu$ $t John!
Watson: 3pAc are training with the Southern Express for Youngblood? That might be the biggest oxymoron in EWC history.. but speaking of EWC history - it's a throwback to the first episode of Paramount, where we get Adriana Aquilla and Marcu$ $t John one on one!
Starr: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing in San Francisco, California and weighing in at 120 pounds... ADRIANA AQUILLA!
Iron by Within Temptation hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive as Adriana Aquilla makes her way down to the ring, she slaps hands with a couple of fans before rolling into the ring ready for her match as she removes her jacket.
Starr: And the opponent, coming to the ring at 6'1" and weighing 220 lbs, it's The Young Mogul... MARCU$ $T JOHN!
"Money" blasts through the arena by The Game. M$J slowly walks out onto the entrance ramp with a Money Gun 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 shooting the gun which splashes out $100 dollar bills as the fans go crazy with a huge smile on his face.
He stops right before he gets to the ring and listens as he hears cheers that he is getting from the crowd. He walks around the ring shooting more money out. He jumps up on the apron and wipes his feet before he enters the ring and poses in the middle of the squared circle as a light shines a hundred dollar bill in the center of the ring with his face on it.
Pyro hits as "Money" by The Game ends.
DING DING DING
Marcu$ runs at Adriana taking her down with a Lou Thez press. He takes a few steps back and runs hitting a knee drop to Adriana. Marcu$ lifts Adriana to her feet and snapmares her back to the mat. Marcu$ slips to the second rope and dives at her with an elbow drop to the chest. Adriana gets her feet while clutching her chest. Marcu$ scoops her up and drives her to the mat with a powerslam. He hooks the leg as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Adriana lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Marcu$ lifts Adriana to her feet and up for a brainbuster. She slips over his shoulders and jumps for a dropkick. Marcu$ bats her away but Adriana fires back catching Marcu$ on the jaw with a superkick knocking him down. She rolls him to his feet and takes him to the mat with a snap suplex. Adriana then leaps to the top turnbuckle and flies back at Marcu$ crashing down on him with a moonsault. She hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Marcu$ raises a shoulder high off the mat to break the count.
Watson: A close one there! Good to see both getting early pin attempts though.
Sydney: Can’t wait to see more of ‘em.
Adriana rolls to the ring apron and uses the ropes to hit a springboard clothesline that drops Marcu$ to the mat. Adriana climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps for an Addy Star Press. At the last second, Marcu$ rolls to safety. Somehow Adriana lands on her feet. She runs at Marcu$ cracking him on the side of the head with a Divine Wizard. She hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Marcu$ rolls to his side to break the count. Adriana lifts Marcu$ to his feet but he grabs Adriana hitting an inverted atomic drop. He tosses her through the ropes and drags her back into the ring hitting Regicide. Marcu$ rolls her over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Adriana just manages to lift a shoulder off the mat to break the count.
Watson: So, so close to the victory right there!
Sydney: Both have come close in this one. Just who will pick up the win though?
Adriana slowly gets to her feet. She runs at Marcu$ and knocks him down with a dropkick. Adriana climbs to the top turnbuckle. Before she can leap, presumably for Divine Grace, Marcu$ throws himself at the ropes knocking Adriana off her balance and sending her tumbling to the mat. Marcu$ hooks the leg as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Adriana gets a shoulder high off the mat to break the count. She gets to her feet but Marcu$ grabs her and brings her crashing to the mat with Bankrupt. He hooks both legs as he makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall MARCU$ $T JOHN!
Marcu$ stands in the middle of the ring as a light shines a hundred dollar bill in the center of the ring with his face on it. He rolls through the ropes and heads up the ramp.
Watson: If at first you don’t succeed, hit another move and pick up the win! That’s exactly what Marcu$ $t John did here tonight on Paramount.
Sydney: Adriana Aquilla went to the turnbuckles looking for Divine Grace. We saw what happens when she didn’t hit it. Had she connected, this could easily have been a win for her tonight.
Watson: We know she's hungry for it, and she'll get it. Just not tonight unfortunately. Folks, stick around. We'll be back here after this commercial break with Apple TV+ Broadcast champion, Sally Talfourd.
Camera cuts to a promotional video for the upcoming Youngblood PPV.
We cut backstage to see Paramount correspondent Lisa Goldrush standing by.
Lisa Goldrush: My guest at this time, Paramount’s current AppleTV+ Champion Sally Talfourd!
With her belt over her shoulder, Sally steps into shot. She is ring-ready, both in mind and actions. With a beaming smile made all the brighter with the shine of the belts, Sally comes shoulder-to-shoulder with Lisa.
Lisa Goldrush: Sally, coming out of that grueling Rumble, where are you at?
Sally stands up straight, shoulders square, conveying a sense of authority and self-assuredness. She owns the space, and it’s evident in every gesture.
Sally Talfourd: I’ve never been happier, Lisa. Happy and merry. Completely at peace and at one with myself.
Lisa Goldrush: You got pretty banged up in that Rumble.
Sally Talfourd: You’re right: Ibuki Ito was truly a menace in the Rumble.
Lisa Goldrush: I didn’t say anything about …
Sally grabs at the mic, brings it back to her.
Sally Talfourd: And someone had to put a stop to him. Someone still has to. He is out of control, Lisa. He’s wild and reckless and insane. Did you see what he did to me? He maimed me! He broke my face and tried to break my body. But it will take a lot more than that, don’t you worry Lisa.
Lisa Goldrush: I wasn’t worried. I’m actually confused.
Sally grabs the mic back again, this time clear out of Lisa’s hands.
Sally Talfourd: What’s there to be confused!? You see, it's all just a grand illusion, a never-ending carousel of lies and deceit! He wants us to believe in his carefully crafted reality, but it's all smoke and mirrors, my dear. Smoke and mirrors!
Sally’s eyes are wide and manic, her hair disheveled after she runs a hand through it. She paces back and forth, ranting and rambling, her words tumbling out in a torrent of madness. Sally's gestures are wild, her hands slicing through the air as if trying to grasp something intangible.
Sally Talfourd: And the shadows, oh, the shadows! They know the truth, the terrible, terrible truth. But they won't share it. No, they won't! We're all trapped in this never-ending circus, spinning and spinning, while they pull the strings from the shadows! But I won't be their puppet! No, not Chris Brock. Not Ibuki Ito. Certainly not Xavier Reid or Narumi Tsutsumi. I won't! I'll tear down the curtains and expose their wicked game!
Her eyes dart around the room, as if searching for hidden conspirators. Sally's voice rises to a near-hysterical pitch as she continues her frenzied monologue.
Sally Talfourd: They dangle hope in front of us like a carrot on a stick, but it's a cruel joke, I tell you. A cruel joke! It’s not the Magic. It’s all false. They want us to chase our dreams, but those dreams are just empty promises, leading us deeper into the abyss. It’s only the Magic that will lift us up. It needs me to give it life. Tonight, I will gift the Magic to EWC. Amber will be the first recipient. Sooner or later, Mr. Ibuki Ito, it will be you. And then after that? Our Undisputed Champion and that pretend contender.
Sally's ranting grows more incomprehensible, her words a jumble of paranoia and defiance as she spirals further into her madness, leaving an eerie and unsettling atmosphere hanging in the room. And then, in an instant, Sally’s arms relaxed to her sides, and her fingers rest gracefully at her hips. Her hands, adorned with intricate rings, catch the light.
Lisa Goldrush: Sally, is everything OK?
Before answering, a confident and warm smile plays upon Sally’s lips. Her eyes sparkle as she locks onto Lisa’s gaze. As she stands there, her gaze unwavering, the Last Magician exudes an aura of someone who knows the answers to the mysteries that lie within. Her presence is magnetic.
Sally Talfourd: I’ve never been happier, Lisa. Happy and merry. Completely at peace and at one with myself.
Lisa, dumfounded and confused at the moment of déjà vu, slowly and carefully reaches for the microphone back. The awkwardness of the moment is not lost as the camera cuts to...
TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
NON-TITLE MATCH
The Kruel Masters
VS The Heat Packers
A stupefied Tim and Cid are standing by!
Watson: Well, I'm not sure what just happened. But if I can make heads and tails of that, I think Sally Talfourd just declared her intentions to come after Ibuki Ito.
Sydney: Ibuki Ito or the North American Championship?
Watson: I imagine there's no difference in her mind.
Sydney: You still think she has a mind after what we just saw?
Watson: I guess we are going to find out soon enough, but for now its time for some tag team action!
Starr: The following match, set for one fall, is a Tag Team Contest. Joining us first, at a combined 398 pounds: Kolby Kreel, Daphne Kreel... KRUEL MASTERS!
The lights in the arena goes black as the opening chords of "Rest In Peace" by Dorothy start echoing through the system. A video package begins to play as red smoke fills the stage. A single stage light shines through the smoke as Kolby and his wife Daphne step through the smoke. Daphne is holding a dice tray as Kolby rolls a D20. They both look at the dye before moving forward down the ramp. The both slide into the ring as Kolby posts himself up onto the nearest turnbuckle. Daphne stands next to him with a smile on her face as the song slowly starts to fade.
The familiar old school synth of 'Chase' by Giorgio Moroder hits and The Heat Packers come strutting out, holding up their index fingers and talking trash to the crowd.
Starr: And the opponents, from Memphis, Tennessee, representing The House.... "Dynamite" Dan Funk! "Beautiful" Brodie Dawson!... THE HEAT PACKERS!!!
The Heat Packers get to the ring and pose in the corner, Dan on the ropes and Brodie on the top rope, holding up their index fingers and talking more trash, asking the crowd "who's the best tag team on the planet?!"
Dan and Kolby start. They move for a collar and elbow but Dan rams a knee into Kolby’s gut that doubles him over. Dan follows up with forearms to the back and shoulders before whipping Kolby off the ropes. The point of Dan’s elbow knocks Kolby to the mat which is followed by a soccer kick to the ribs. Dan grabs Kolby in a front facelock and drags him to the corner where he tags in Brodie. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and drops down on Kolby with an axe handle to the lower spine. Brodie lifts Kolby off the mat and whips him off the ropes. Brodie pops Kolby into the air looking for a flapjack but Kolby manages to roll into a sunset flip. Brodie rolls right to his feet before a one count but Kolby grabs Brodie and lifts him for a suplex that he twists into a powerslam. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Brodie lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Both get to their feet where Kolby grabs Brodie hitting a leg sweep and he tags in Daphne. Kolby grabs Brodie with a waistlock as Daphne enters the ring. She jumps smacking Brodie in the jaw with a calf kick that Kolby transitions into a German suplex. Daphne twists Brodie’s arm in an arm wringer that she turns into an arm drag. Brodie raises a boot that catches Daphne dazing her. Brodie grabs Daphne. He tags in Dan before taking Daphne to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Dan drops in from the top turnbuckle with a senton. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Daphne raises an arm off the mat breaking the count. Dan gets to his feet pulling Daphne to her feet. He whips her off the ropes and lifts her for a spinebuster that Daphne counters into a DDT. Daphne scrapes Dan off the mat but he counters with a spinebuster. Both lay on the mat.
Watson: Both down! Both need to make the tag!
Sydney: Cliche, I know, but the advantage will go to the first one that tags out. Especially if they can stop the opponent’s tag!
Dan is first to his feet. He drags Daphne to her feet and lifts her to the top of a neutral corner. He quickly tags in Brodie before hitting Daphne with a Superplex. Brodie falls from the sky with a Splash for the full Greetings From The South. Brodie hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Kolby dives in to break the count. Pretty soon a brawl breaks out with Dan and Kolby in one corner. Brodie and Daphne in the other. As the smoke begins to clear, Brodie whips Daphne off the ropes. She and Kolby both dive at Brodie hitting a Narrow Passageway. Daphne hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Dan throws himself into Kolby who falls onto Daphne breaking the count.
Watson: I thought that was it! That was a Kruel Masters win right there!
Sydney: If Kolby Kreel was stood at the feet of Daphne, it probably would have been!
Dan grabs Kolby and tosses him over the top rope to ringside. Dan turns as Daphne gets to her feet. He grabs her as Brodie slips to the middle turnbuckle. Brodie jumps as they hit a Sayonara Express. Brodie covers her.
ONE…
TWO…
Kolby slides into the ring but he’s knocked down by a punch from Dan.
THREE!!!
Starr: And your winners, via pinfall THE HEAT PACKERS!
Brodie and Dan raise their arms in victory before rolling from the ring. They hold up their index fingers and talking more trash, asking the crowd "who's the best tag team on the planet?!" as they head up the ramp.
Watson: Smart wrestling, quick wrestling. The Heat Packers saw an advantage and they took it. They turned that into a victory here tonight.
Sydney: Kruel Masters came very close this evening. I’m sure they will come back from this and come back stronger.
Watson: Stick around EWC Fam, we've got a whole lot more action tonight, in Toronto Canada!
Camera cuts to a video package promoting Paramount 37 LIVE from El Paso, Texas!
Watson: Well, I'm not sure what just happened. But if I can make heads and tails of that, I think Sally Talfourd just declared her intentions to come after Ibuki Ito.
Sydney: Ibuki Ito or the North American Championship?
Watson: I imagine there's no difference in her mind.
Sydney: You still think she has a mind after what we just saw?
Watson: I guess we are going to find out soon enough, but for now its time for some tag team action!
Starr: The following match, set for one fall, is a Tag Team Contest. Joining us first, at a combined 398 pounds: Kolby Kreel, Daphne Kreel... KRUEL MASTERS!
The lights in the arena goes black as the opening chords of "Rest In Peace" by Dorothy start echoing through the system. A video package begins to play as red smoke fills the stage. A single stage light shines through the smoke as Kolby and his wife Daphne step through the smoke. Daphne is holding a dice tray as Kolby rolls a D20. They both look at the dye before moving forward down the ramp. The both slide into the ring as Kolby posts himself up onto the nearest turnbuckle. Daphne stands next to him with a smile on her face as the song slowly starts to fade.
The familiar old school synth of 'Chase' by Giorgio Moroder hits and The Heat Packers come strutting out, holding up their index fingers and talking trash to the crowd.
Starr: And the opponents, from Memphis, Tennessee, representing The House.... "Dynamite" Dan Funk! "Beautiful" Brodie Dawson!... THE HEAT PACKERS!!!
The Heat Packers get to the ring and pose in the corner, Dan on the ropes and Brodie on the top rope, holding up their index fingers and talking more trash, asking the crowd "who's the best tag team on the planet?!"
DING DING DING
Dan and Kolby start. They move for a collar and elbow but Dan rams a knee into Kolby’s gut that doubles him over. Dan follows up with forearms to the back and shoulders before whipping Kolby off the ropes. The point of Dan’s elbow knocks Kolby to the mat which is followed by a soccer kick to the ribs. Dan grabs Kolby in a front facelock and drags him to the corner where he tags in Brodie. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and drops down on Kolby with an axe handle to the lower spine. Brodie lifts Kolby off the mat and whips him off the ropes. Brodie pops Kolby into the air looking for a flapjack but Kolby manages to roll into a sunset flip. Brodie rolls right to his feet before a one count but Kolby grabs Brodie and lifts him for a suplex that he twists into a powerslam. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Brodie lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Both get to their feet where Kolby grabs Brodie hitting a leg sweep and he tags in Daphne. Kolby grabs Brodie with a waistlock as Daphne enters the ring. She jumps smacking Brodie in the jaw with a calf kick that Kolby transitions into a German suplex. Daphne twists Brodie’s arm in an arm wringer that she turns into an arm drag. Brodie raises a boot that catches Daphne dazing her. Brodie grabs Daphne. He tags in Dan before taking Daphne to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Dan drops in from the top turnbuckle with a senton. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Daphne raises an arm off the mat breaking the count. Dan gets to his feet pulling Daphne to her feet. He whips her off the ropes and lifts her for a spinebuster that Daphne counters into a DDT. Daphne scrapes Dan off the mat but he counters with a spinebuster. Both lay on the mat.
Watson: Both down! Both need to make the tag!
Sydney: Cliche, I know, but the advantage will go to the first one that tags out. Especially if they can stop the opponent’s tag!
Dan is first to his feet. He drags Daphne to her feet and lifts her to the top of a neutral corner. He quickly tags in Brodie before hitting Daphne with a Superplex. Brodie falls from the sky with a Splash for the full Greetings From The South. Brodie hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Kolby dives in to break the count. Pretty soon a brawl breaks out with Dan and Kolby in one corner. Brodie and Daphne in the other. As the smoke begins to clear, Brodie whips Daphne off the ropes. She and Kolby both dive at Brodie hitting a Narrow Passageway. Daphne hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Dan throws himself into Kolby who falls onto Daphne breaking the count.
Watson: I thought that was it! That was a Kruel Masters win right there!
Sydney: If Kolby Kreel was stood at the feet of Daphne, it probably would have been!
Dan grabs Kolby and tosses him over the top rope to ringside. Dan turns as Daphne gets to her feet. He grabs her as Brodie slips to the middle turnbuckle. Brodie jumps as they hit a Sayonara Express. Brodie covers her.
ONE…
TWO…
Kolby slides into the ring but he’s knocked down by a punch from Dan.
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winners, via pinfall THE HEAT PACKERS!
Brodie and Dan raise their arms in victory before rolling from the ring. They hold up their index fingers and talking more trash, asking the crowd "who's the best tag team on the planet?!" as they head up the ramp.
Watson: Smart wrestling, quick wrestling. The Heat Packers saw an advantage and they took it. They turned that into a victory here tonight.
Sydney: Kruel Masters came very close this evening. I’m sure they will come back from this and come back stronger.
Watson: Stick around EWC Fam, we've got a whole lot more action tonight, in Toronto Canada!
Camera cuts to a video package promoting Paramount 37 LIVE from El Paso, Texas!
The camera cuts backstage where we find El Pablo strutting down a backstage corridor, chewing his way through a celebratory packet of Sour Skittles while singing Olivia Rodrigo's Get Him Back to himself.
El Pablo: I wanna get him back, I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad…Oh, I want sweet revenge…
After a few moments, the Tecnico arrives at the door to the locker room, which he promptly opens…to find his brother Vertigo slumped on the floor against the wall on the far end of the room.
El Pablo: What the f-
Pablo immediately walks into the EWC Tag Team Champions the Heat Packers, and the X-Division Champion, JoJo Rush. Before Pablo can retreat, the trio swarm the masked man and rain down a flurry of punches and kicks drop El Pablo to his hands and knees. The trio quit punching and kicking, only for JoJo Rush to pick up the Tecnico and hits Pablo with a Bandera Bomb through a nearby table. The skittles and various candy arranged on the table pop into the air and scatter across the floor around Pablo. JoJo lowers himself to a knee to get eye-level with Pablo, who’s dazed from the beatdown.
JoJo: You screwed me over in the Rumb– Look at me!
JoJo slaps Pablo hard enough to get the Technico to pay attention.
JoJo: LOOK. AT. ME.
The Blackhat squeezed Pablo’s face, where JoJo got closer and sneered.
JoJo: You screwed me in the Rumble, now you and yours ain’t safe ‘round here anymore. You understand me?
Rush pauses to wait for a reply but pushes Pablo to the ground by his face before him and the Heat Packers walk past the cameras and leave the locker room.
SINGLES MATCH
FOR THE APPLE TV+ BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
"The Lone Wolf" Amber Lisa
VS "The Last Magician" Sally Talfourd
We return to ringside where the camera pans across the fans at ringside. Children cheer and scream the moment they appear on the Extreme-tron. The veteran fans hold up their signs: ITO = ACE ... I'VE TASTED THE RAINBOW ... a picture of Amber Lisa surrounded by bubbles. The crowd is bristling with excitement. However, in amongst all the thrill and euphoria, scattered emotionless and unmoved is the odd person dressed down with a black hoodie pulled up obscuring their face enough to make them almost indistinguishable from one-another.
Watson: Well Cid, the crowd here tonight has been absolutely electric!
Sydney: As so they should be! They've been given a heck of a show so far!
Watson: And what a show they've got ahead: The Trios Finals for the main event.
Sydney: Don't forget our North American Champion Ibuki Ito takes on the visiting King Flip!
Watson: But before all that, we've got a title match starting now!
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the AppleTV+ Broadcast Championship! Joining us first, from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-six pounds ... she's your Big Momma ... AMBER LISA!!!
Starr: And her opponent, from Boryeong, South Chungcheong Province, South Korea, weighing in at one-hundred and twenty-five pounds ... she is Paramount's two-hundred and eleven day AppleTV+ Broadcast Champion ... The Last Magician ... SALLY TALFOURD !
The lights fade to blue and red. 'Let Me Out' hits the speakers. In time with the beat, Sally walks to the front of the stage, looking down to her feat. Slowly, as the blue lights fade and the crowd is awash with red, Sally raises one arm, lets out a sharp scream, then slowly makes her way to ringside. One hand grasping her belt, the other behind her back, she makes a straight line to the ring, eyes fixed on her opponent.
Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, staring now to the space above the ring. Mouthing something only she heads, she methodically climbs the steps, steps through the ropes and strides to the centre of the ring. Standing in the centre of the ring, all still awash in red, she lifts the AppleTV+ Broadcast Championship high into the air, the crowd a mixture of cheers and boos.
The bell rings, the action begins. Amber is calculated , taking a low stance as she steps forward to the middle of the ring. Sally is quick on her feet, dancing left then right to quickly get round Amber. Sally tries to lock up Amber's arm, but Amber uses her strength and size to her advantage and backs Sally into the corner. The ref breaks things up. Amber backs away with a knowing grin. Sally bursts off the ropes with a forearm to Amber's face. Stunned, she stumbles back. With the xtra space, Sally runs at Amber hitting her with a leg lariat. Amber is still not down, merely knocked back. Sally goes for a dropkick, Amber simply steps back allowing her opponent to hit the mat. The wear and tear of Rumble becomes apparent as Sally winces and writhes on the floor more than a missed drop-kick should warrant. Amber takes Sally by the head, pulling her to her feet. Still stunned, Sally can only stand there and take the first backhand chop. The Last Magician clutches at her chest, Amber basks in the crowd and rubs the back of her hand, readying the next. Sally turns into another chop. Then another. Looking to press the advantage, Amber pulls Sally out of the corner and into a side slam backbreaker. Sally hits the mat hard, Amber is quick into the pin.
ONE ...
TWO ...
-KICK-OUT
Watson: Amber Lisa Hall taking those words to heart from the Broadcast champion!
Sydney: She's learned from those who failed before her, lay on the pressure and lay it on hard.
Amber rolls out of the pin, Sally rolls around on the mat grabbing at her back. Amber starts to climb the ropes, signaling for the Big Drop. Before she can get past the second rope, Sally is up at throwing blows at Amber's legs. Amber loses her balance. Sally brings her off the ropes with a well-place drop-kick. Amber hits the mat, down on one knee. Sally with a spinning wheel kick to the side of Amber's head! The crowd is aghast, Uncle Charles near up on the apron. Amber hits the mat while Sally still stretches out her back. Sally goes in for the hammerlock, pushing Amber's arm high up her back. Amber writhes, taking the pain while working her way to the ropes. She gets a hand on, Sally works the lock to the 4 count of the ref then rolls off. Amber is on her knees, trying to loosen up the shoulder. Sally has her target now. A flurry of kicks to Amber, hitting both arms, both shoulder. The ref has to break the two up. Sally, with a grin, comes back in, taking Amber's worked on arm, twisting the wrist for a stopover armlock. Amber explodes with energy, throwing off Sally at the ropes. Sally has a mind to come off the ropes ... only to be met with Amber who has followed her. Sally goes flying with a running shoulder block. Amber grabs at the shoulder - the same Sally has targeted. But the Magician is motionless.
Watson: A stunning display of heart from Amber, but can she capitalize? That shoulder has been through it tonight.
Sydney: She'll make it through if it means adding an extra ten pounds onto that shoulder!
Amber, on the ascent, takes to the ropes again. She poses for the crowd, hypes them then comes off the second rope with the Big Drop! Sally takes the full brunt and Amber comes through with a big smile. She rolls up the Broadcast Champion.
ONE ...
TWO ...
TH ... KICK-OUT!
Sydney: HOW!?
Watson: Sally Talfourd kicks out in the eleventh hour and Amber is STUNNED. This is where its going to get into the deep water Cid. Can she keep pressing on when the Champ keeps her at bay?
Amber can't believe the near miss. The frustration builds. Amber back to the ropes. With each step, the crowd erupt. Looking out to her fans, she raises her arms. Uncle Charles is barking instructions. Amber comes off the second rope with the Slice Bread! Sally, again, takes the full force of the splash. Again Amber rolls through, posing for the crowd on her knees in the centre of the ring. She spits some words at Sally while Uncle Charles shouts for her to make the cover. Hooking the leg, Amber rolls Sally in for the pin.
ONE ...
TWO ...
KICK-OUT
Amber is out of the pin, slamming the mat in frustration. Her Uncle is desperate for Amber to keep her focus, yelling at her to keep at it. Amber, leaning over the ropes, takes some instructions from her coach. Turning, she finds Sally on all fours. Amber stalks her way over, pulling Sally's head up by the hair. We see now the damage that's been done: Sally's nose bleeds from both nostrils, the blood running down to her mouth, down her chin. In a sadistic moment Sally looks up at Amber with a smile, the blood mixing across her teeth. Amber is taken back for a moment. That's all Sally needs. The champion hits away Amber's hand and then in an unconventional moment headbutts Amber's stomach. Amber stumbles back. Sally stumbles to the ropes. Amber comes at her, uses her superior strength to lock in the FAT Back belly-to-belly. Sally wrests an arm free then lays elbows into the side of Amber's head. Sally locks on a half nelson to the worked on shoulder lock enough to work Amber to double over. She holds the arm, turns and is into the stopover armlock. Sally wrenches the arm with all her might. Amber screams in pain. Sally laughs.
Watson: There's that shoulder again Cid. If Amber can't put some distance between her and Sally..
Sydney: Sally is channeling her magic, if you can call it that, to try and make Amber's shoulder joint disappear.
Sally throws her weight back, holing the arm and hitting the mat. She gains enough leverage to lock in her scissored armbar. Amber lets out a shrill yell, Uncle Charles has run around to the apron to keep Amber in the fight. Amber is inching to the ropes, then hooks a foot on them. The ref makes the count, gets to the four and has to work Sally off her opponent himself. Sally is a daze, her eyes glass and her face smeared with her own blood. She crawls to the centre of the ring, sitting cross-legged and waiting. Amber pulls herself up with the help of the ropes and the encouragement of her coach. Her right arm is limp from the damage, but she is undeterred. She walks over to Sally with trepidation, unsure of what to make of the sight. The two exchange words, Amber gesturing for Sally to get up. Sally does not oblige. Amber looks to Uncle Charles, then back to Sally. She shrugs, runs for the ropes and comes off with the running bicycle knee strike!
Watson: The Run It! It's over!
Sydney: Wait! I'm not ... it can't be!
The two wrestlers are a tangled mess before Sally is standing pulling up Amber's leg! The crowd, Uncle Charles, Amber are total confusion at how Sally has caught Amber's leg in the kick. The Magician pulls at the ankle before stepping over and locking in a knee bar on the left leg. Amber tries to throw blows with the right arm, but the damage is done. Sally works her elbow into the joint. Amber can hardly resist. Thinking she's done enough, Sally rolls out, lays a stomp into the knee for good measure, then one to Amber's face before climbing the ropes herself. Uncle Charles is at the base of the corner. Sally wipes the blood from her face and then flings it at Charles, causing him to stumble back, wiping is face. That was enough of an opportunity for Amber to have made her feet and charge at Sally. Sally comes off the rope with the Either Or! The double knee face breaker sends Amber bouncing to the centre of the ring. Sally's nose is a torrent of blood now.
Sally wipes the blood across her forearm and delights. She looks down at Amber and smiles. She takes her by the head and pulls her up then lays in with forearm strike. Then another. Then another. The sadistic treatment of her opponent isn't lost on the crowd who are a chorus of boos. Still, Amber digs deep and makes it to her feet. Dazed, but resilient, she goes for the Smack in Your Face, but Sally is aware enough to duck the spinning back fist. A kick to the. gut doubles Amber over. Sally hits toe ropes and comes off the the Lights Out! Amber hits the mat, screaming out in a mixture of pain and frustration, her arm out of action, her leg worked over and her neck now twisted into the mat. She rolls onto her back. That one mistake is enough as Sally races for the ropes, comes off with the High Hopes, and rolls through with the pin hooking Amber's right leg and leaning all her eight down on her one good left arm.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Starr: Your winner, via pinfall ... and STILL AppleTV+ Broadcast Champion ... SALLY TALFOURD!
Sally rolls out of the pin, laughing as she does so. The blood has not stopped and she revels as she wipes it away with her hands. Coach is desperate to get to Amber, coming through the ropes to assist her. With a momentary wistful look, Sally looks at the two, then crouches down alongside them trying to get a closer look. Charles is at a loss, Amber with her last bit of energy pushes Sally away with a big hand to the face. Sally can't help but chuckle. The ref appears with the belt, looking to hand it over. Sally snatches it then stomps her way to the corner, up the ropes and posing with the belt for the fans.
Watson: What an effort and what a match! Two wrestlers, each with their own styles and strategies, entered. But it's Sally Talfourd's technical skills and new-found aggression which have come out on top.
Sydney: That's right Tim. Sally came in saying Amber was going to be the sixth, and it turns out she was.
Watson: Take nothing away from Amber here, but this reign will continue for a while yet.
Helping her to stand, Charles has both arms under Amber. Sally stands by, curiously watching this touching moment. She then looks to her belt, seeing the blood smeared over the plate. A wry grin covers her face. She looks up once more at Amber and Charles, charges at them ... and stops short of attacking them. Both are taken aback, leaning on the ropes. Sally stands there, arms at her side, smiling at the two. The ref steps between, Amber and Charles shout at Sally. The situation defuses, allowing Amber and her uncle to get through the ropes and make for the backstage. Sally, still in the ring, wraps the belt around her waist, throws her arms out and then lays down in the centre of the ring, soaking in the jeers of the crowd.
Watson: A valiant defense from Sally tonight. But up next ... wait ... what's going on?
As the crowd settles down, a number of those hooded fans we caught earlier on camera have remained standing. A dozen or so begin to make their way through the rows to barricades. Security are unsure what to make of them. As if on order, they start jumping the rails. A few get stopped, but some get through. They race to the ring, standing over Sally. Black pants, block hoodie, hood pulled up. Before anyone can get to the six who have made it into the ring, the lights cut out.
Sydney: Tim, do you see that? What's going on with the lights?
Watson: I have no idea, Cid. Something's not right here.
A strange flickering light high above the arena catches their attention. It starts as a subtle glow, but then intensifies, bathing the entire arena in an eerie, pulsating red light. The crowd begins to murmur, a sense of unease spreading through the arena as the strange light show continues.
Watson: This is unprecedented, folks. We've lost all power in the arena. We can't see a thing!
Sydney: I've got a bad feeling about this. This isn't just a technical glitch.
In the ring, the hooded figures pull their hoods back enough to see that they are all wearing Venetian masquerade masks, each with a pattern of red and white across them. As if on order, they reach down and with all the care and gentleness required, lift Sally up. They carry her to the ropes, careful to get her through unscathed. Sally's eye remained closed, but her smile seems to reach its peak.
Sydney: Unless our medical crew have had a change of uniform, I am at a loss as to what's happening here.
Once through, the figures lift Sally to their shoulders, carrying her up the ramp. The red glow casts an eerie pall over the crowd who are a murmur more than a buzz at this point. There's no words to be spoken, nor are there any to be heard from the group as they proceed with Sally through the curtains and out of sight.
Watson: We'll try to get you all an update on this situation later, folks we'll be right back after these messages.
Camera fades to commercial, the only sight being the slight sway of the curtain as we go dark.
Watson: Well Cid, the crowd here tonight has been absolutely electric!
Sydney: As so they should be! They've been given a heck of a show so far!
Watson: And what a show they've got ahead: The Trios Finals for the main event.
Sydney: Don't forget our North American Champion Ibuki Ito takes on the visiting King Flip!
Watson: But before all that, we've got a title match starting now!
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the AppleTV+ Broadcast Championship! Joining us first, from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at one-hundred and thirty-six pounds ... she's your Big Momma ... AMBER LISA!!!
Run It ft. Cal Scruby & Thutmose comes blasting over the speakers as Amber stands on the top of the ramp wearing her leather jacket and a smirk across her face. It's not long before she is joined by her Uncle Charles who stands over her shoulder. She plays up to the crowd as she makes her way down to ringside, hyping the fans some more before she climbing inside of the ring. She takes off her jacket with a smile looking out to the crowd with a grin as she gets ready to start. Outside on ringside her Uncle paces around with a smirk, shaking his head while she gets the crowd excited.
Starr: And her opponent, from Boryeong, South Chungcheong Province, South Korea, weighing in at one-hundred and twenty-five pounds ... she is Paramount's two-hundred and eleven day AppleTV+ Broadcast Champion ... The Last Magician ... SALLY TALFOURD !
The lights fade to blue and red. 'Let Me Out' hits the speakers. In time with the beat, Sally walks to the front of the stage, looking down to her feat. Slowly, as the blue lights fade and the crowd is awash with red, Sally raises one arm, lets out a sharp scream, then slowly makes her way to ringside. One hand grasping her belt, the other behind her back, she makes a straight line to the ring, eyes fixed on her opponent.
Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, staring now to the space above the ring. Mouthing something only she heads, she methodically climbs the steps, steps through the ropes and strides to the centre of the ring. Standing in the centre of the ring, all still awash in red, she lifts the AppleTV+ Broadcast Championship high into the air, the crowd a mixture of cheers and boos.
DING DING DING
The bell rings, the action begins. Amber is calculated , taking a low stance as she steps forward to the middle of the ring. Sally is quick on her feet, dancing left then right to quickly get round Amber. Sally tries to lock up Amber's arm, but Amber uses her strength and size to her advantage and backs Sally into the corner. The ref breaks things up. Amber backs away with a knowing grin. Sally bursts off the ropes with a forearm to Amber's face. Stunned, she stumbles back. With the xtra space, Sally runs at Amber hitting her with a leg lariat. Amber is still not down, merely knocked back. Sally goes for a dropkick, Amber simply steps back allowing her opponent to hit the mat. The wear and tear of Rumble becomes apparent as Sally winces and writhes on the floor more than a missed drop-kick should warrant. Amber takes Sally by the head, pulling her to her feet. Still stunned, Sally can only stand there and take the first backhand chop. The Last Magician clutches at her chest, Amber basks in the crowd and rubs the back of her hand, readying the next. Sally turns into another chop. Then another. Looking to press the advantage, Amber pulls Sally out of the corner and into a side slam backbreaker. Sally hits the mat hard, Amber is quick into the pin.
ONE ...
TWO ...
-KICK-OUT
Watson: Amber Lisa Hall taking those words to heart from the Broadcast champion!
Sydney: She's learned from those who failed before her, lay on the pressure and lay it on hard.
Amber rolls out of the pin, Sally rolls around on the mat grabbing at her back. Amber starts to climb the ropes, signaling for the Big Drop. Before she can get past the second rope, Sally is up at throwing blows at Amber's legs. Amber loses her balance. Sally brings her off the ropes with a well-place drop-kick. Amber hits the mat, down on one knee. Sally with a spinning wheel kick to the side of Amber's head! The crowd is aghast, Uncle Charles near up on the apron. Amber hits the mat while Sally still stretches out her back. Sally goes in for the hammerlock, pushing Amber's arm high up her back. Amber writhes, taking the pain while working her way to the ropes. She gets a hand on, Sally works the lock to the 4 count of the ref then rolls off. Amber is on her knees, trying to loosen up the shoulder. Sally has her target now. A flurry of kicks to Amber, hitting both arms, both shoulder. The ref has to break the two up. Sally, with a grin, comes back in, taking Amber's worked on arm, twisting the wrist for a stopover armlock. Amber explodes with energy, throwing off Sally at the ropes. Sally has a mind to come off the ropes ... only to be met with Amber who has followed her. Sally goes flying with a running shoulder block. Amber grabs at the shoulder - the same Sally has targeted. But the Magician is motionless.
Watson: A stunning display of heart from Amber, but can she capitalize? That shoulder has been through it tonight.
Sydney: She'll make it through if it means adding an extra ten pounds onto that shoulder!
Amber, on the ascent, takes to the ropes again. She poses for the crowd, hypes them then comes off the second rope with the Big Drop! Sally takes the full brunt and Amber comes through with a big smile. She rolls up the Broadcast Champion.
ONE ...
TWO ...
TH ... KICK-OUT!
Sydney: HOW!?
Watson: Sally Talfourd kicks out in the eleventh hour and Amber is STUNNED. This is where its going to get into the deep water Cid. Can she keep pressing on when the Champ keeps her at bay?
Amber can't believe the near miss. The frustration builds. Amber back to the ropes. With each step, the crowd erupt. Looking out to her fans, she raises her arms. Uncle Charles is barking instructions. Amber comes off the second rope with the Slice Bread! Sally, again, takes the full force of the splash. Again Amber rolls through, posing for the crowd on her knees in the centre of the ring. She spits some words at Sally while Uncle Charles shouts for her to make the cover. Hooking the leg, Amber rolls Sally in for the pin.
ONE ...
TWO ...
KICK-OUT
Amber is out of the pin, slamming the mat in frustration. Her Uncle is desperate for Amber to keep her focus, yelling at her to keep at it. Amber, leaning over the ropes, takes some instructions from her coach. Turning, she finds Sally on all fours. Amber stalks her way over, pulling Sally's head up by the hair. We see now the damage that's been done: Sally's nose bleeds from both nostrils, the blood running down to her mouth, down her chin. In a sadistic moment Sally looks up at Amber with a smile, the blood mixing across her teeth. Amber is taken back for a moment. That's all Sally needs. The champion hits away Amber's hand and then in an unconventional moment headbutts Amber's stomach. Amber stumbles back. Sally stumbles to the ropes. Amber comes at her, uses her superior strength to lock in the FAT Back belly-to-belly. Sally wrests an arm free then lays elbows into the side of Amber's head. Sally locks on a half nelson to the worked on shoulder lock enough to work Amber to double over. She holds the arm, turns and is into the stopover armlock. Sally wrenches the arm with all her might. Amber screams in pain. Sally laughs.
Watson: There's that shoulder again Cid. If Amber can't put some distance between her and Sally..
Sydney: Sally is channeling her magic, if you can call it that, to try and make Amber's shoulder joint disappear.
Sally throws her weight back, holing the arm and hitting the mat. She gains enough leverage to lock in her scissored armbar. Amber lets out a shrill yell, Uncle Charles has run around to the apron to keep Amber in the fight. Amber is inching to the ropes, then hooks a foot on them. The ref makes the count, gets to the four and has to work Sally off her opponent himself. Sally is a daze, her eyes glass and her face smeared with her own blood. She crawls to the centre of the ring, sitting cross-legged and waiting. Amber pulls herself up with the help of the ropes and the encouragement of her coach. Her right arm is limp from the damage, but she is undeterred. She walks over to Sally with trepidation, unsure of what to make of the sight. The two exchange words, Amber gesturing for Sally to get up. Sally does not oblige. Amber looks to Uncle Charles, then back to Sally. She shrugs, runs for the ropes and comes off with the running bicycle knee strike!
Watson: The Run It! It's over!
Sydney: Wait! I'm not ... it can't be!
The two wrestlers are a tangled mess before Sally is standing pulling up Amber's leg! The crowd, Uncle Charles, Amber are total confusion at how Sally has caught Amber's leg in the kick. The Magician pulls at the ankle before stepping over and locking in a knee bar on the left leg. Amber tries to throw blows with the right arm, but the damage is done. Sally works her elbow into the joint. Amber can hardly resist. Thinking she's done enough, Sally rolls out, lays a stomp into the knee for good measure, then one to Amber's face before climbing the ropes herself. Uncle Charles is at the base of the corner. Sally wipes the blood from her face and then flings it at Charles, causing him to stumble back, wiping is face. That was enough of an opportunity for Amber to have made her feet and charge at Sally. Sally comes off the rope with the Either Or! The double knee face breaker sends Amber bouncing to the centre of the ring. Sally's nose is a torrent of blood now.
Sally wipes the blood across her forearm and delights. She looks down at Amber and smiles. She takes her by the head and pulls her up then lays in with forearm strike. Then another. Then another. The sadistic treatment of her opponent isn't lost on the crowd who are a chorus of boos. Still, Amber digs deep and makes it to her feet. Dazed, but resilient, she goes for the Smack in Your Face, but Sally is aware enough to duck the spinning back fist. A kick to the. gut doubles Amber over. Sally hits toe ropes and comes off the the Lights Out! Amber hits the mat, screaming out in a mixture of pain and frustration, her arm out of action, her leg worked over and her neck now twisted into the mat. She rolls onto her back. That one mistake is enough as Sally races for the ropes, comes off with the High Hopes, and rolls through with the pin hooking Amber's right leg and leaning all her eight down on her one good left arm.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: Your winner, via pinfall ... and STILL AppleTV+ Broadcast Champion ... SALLY TALFOURD!
Sally rolls out of the pin, laughing as she does so. The blood has not stopped and she revels as she wipes it away with her hands. Coach is desperate to get to Amber, coming through the ropes to assist her. With a momentary wistful look, Sally looks at the two, then crouches down alongside them trying to get a closer look. Charles is at a loss, Amber with her last bit of energy pushes Sally away with a big hand to the face. Sally can't help but chuckle. The ref appears with the belt, looking to hand it over. Sally snatches it then stomps her way to the corner, up the ropes and posing with the belt for the fans.
Watson: What an effort and what a match! Two wrestlers, each with their own styles and strategies, entered. But it's Sally Talfourd's technical skills and new-found aggression which have come out on top.
Sydney: That's right Tim. Sally came in saying Amber was going to be the sixth, and it turns out she was.
Watson: Take nothing away from Amber here, but this reign will continue for a while yet.
Helping her to stand, Charles has both arms under Amber. Sally stands by, curiously watching this touching moment. She then looks to her belt, seeing the blood smeared over the plate. A wry grin covers her face. She looks up once more at Amber and Charles, charges at them ... and stops short of attacking them. Both are taken aback, leaning on the ropes. Sally stands there, arms at her side, smiling at the two. The ref steps between, Amber and Charles shout at Sally. The situation defuses, allowing Amber and her uncle to get through the ropes and make for the backstage. Sally, still in the ring, wraps the belt around her waist, throws her arms out and then lays down in the centre of the ring, soaking in the jeers of the crowd.
Watson: A valiant defense from Sally tonight. But up next ... wait ... what's going on?
As the crowd settles down, a number of those hooded fans we caught earlier on camera have remained standing. A dozen or so begin to make their way through the rows to barricades. Security are unsure what to make of them. As if on order, they start jumping the rails. A few get stopped, but some get through. They race to the ring, standing over Sally. Black pants, block hoodie, hood pulled up. Before anyone can get to the six who have made it into the ring, the lights cut out.
Sydney: Tim, do you see that? What's going on with the lights?
Watson: I have no idea, Cid. Something's not right here.
A strange flickering light high above the arena catches their attention. It starts as a subtle glow, but then intensifies, bathing the entire arena in an eerie, pulsating red light. The crowd begins to murmur, a sense of unease spreading through the arena as the strange light show continues.
Watson: This is unprecedented, folks. We've lost all power in the arena. We can't see a thing!
Sydney: I've got a bad feeling about this. This isn't just a technical glitch.
In the ring, the hooded figures pull their hoods back enough to see that they are all wearing Venetian masquerade masks, each with a pattern of red and white across them. As if on order, they reach down and with all the care and gentleness required, lift Sally up. They carry her to the ropes, careful to get her through unscathed. Sally's eye remained closed, but her smile seems to reach its peak.
Sydney: Unless our medical crew have had a change of uniform, I am at a loss as to what's happening here.
Once through, the figures lift Sally to their shoulders, carrying her up the ramp. The red glow casts an eerie pall over the crowd who are a murmur more than a buzz at this point. There's no words to be spoken, nor are there any to be heard from the group as they proceed with Sally through the curtains and out of sight.
Watson: We'll try to get you all an update on this situation later, folks we'll be right back after these messages.
Camera fades to commercial, the only sight being the slight sway of the curtain as we go dark.
The camera cuts backstage inside the Rogers Center where we find Paramount’s Lisa Goldrush standing backstage.
Goldrush: Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome at this time, along with his manager ‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love, the reigning North American Champion Ibuki Ito!!
The camera pulls back to show Buddy and Ibuki standing next to Lisa Goldrush.
Goldrush: 10 days ago at the Rumble you successfully defended the North American Championship in a 2 out of 3 falls match against SONYA and then entered the Rumble #8 and making it all the way to the end, going out in 6th place, being eliminated by…
But Buddy reaches out and covers the microphone with his hand cutting Lisa off.
Love: We will get to that a bit later but let me first start off with our match against SONYA…I’d be remiss if I didn’t first say…
Buddy holds out his hands and claps…
Love: BRAVO!!! No seriously SONYA great job, listen had that been just a normal match it would be YOU standing here right now as the North American Champion, having won the first fall but that wasn’t the case, it was a 2 out of 3 falls match and Ibuki showed the heart of a champion coming back from being down 0-1 to start the match and winning the next 2 falls to successfully defend the North American Championship for the first time against an opponent that many felt should have been the one that challenged Salvation at Uprising in the first place…you should have won the right to be the first challenger to this championship that night but you persevered and won the right to become the #1 Contender and be Ibuki’s first opponent as North American Champion and while some of your ‘friends’...nah, ‘sisters’ were quick to dismiss you, claim that you were not ready for this kind of a moment we know better…
Ito: There is no doubt in my mind SONYA that EWC Championship gold is in your future, you pushed me to dig down deep at the Rumble to win those last 2 falls, you did not fold…you kept fighting to the very end and as corny as this might sound I was proud of you…you proved yourself a worthy challenger no matter what ‘others’ might say about you…
Love: Look, I’m not going to pretend to know what’s going on over there with the Sister of Shinijoshi but Ibuki and I say a warrior inside that ring at the Rumble and maybe ‘some’ will say it was that tough love that got her there but I’d argue it was always there…maybe it was just what ‘someone’ felt they needed to say in order to play head games to try and get you off your game but SONYA know this…you are good enough and Paramount is lucky to have you…
Lisa looks at Buddy, a bit impressed and a little shocked at Buddy’s response about SONYA.
Goldrush: To detour a bit, now that you have beaten SONYA we have to look towards the future of challengers…
Ibuki nods as he shifts the North American Championship on his shoulder.
Ito: Paramount’s roster is littered with talent Lisa, people like El Pablo, the Apple TV+ Champion Sally Talfourd and I’m pretty sure Marcu$ $t. John is owed a rematch when he decides he wants one…there is no shortage of challengers that will come looking for their shot at Paramount’s top prize…
Goldrush: And after defending your North American Championship at the Rumble you entered the Rumble match itself at #8 for the chance to win the EWC Undisputed Championship…lasting the longest out of anyone who wrestled earlier in the night…
But Ibuki waves this off…
Ito: I’m not about finding a silver lining in being eliminated 25th, the EWC Undisputed Championship was on the line in the Rumble, I didn’t enter that match for a ‘good showing’...I entered that match to WIN…
Love: It’s what everyone entering the Rumble should be trying to do however…
Buddy shrugs as he looks at Lisa…
Ito: See I have been the EWC Undisputed Championship, I understand the honor and privilege holding that championship means…I’ve won and defended that championship and would give anything to once again being called the Undisputed Champion…I didn’t enter the Rumble to ‘go after’ or make sure someone else didn’t win it…
Love: That’s because you have too much pride in you Ibuki…unlike ‘others’ apparently…
Ito: I’m not naive, I understand inside the Rumble match I’ll have a target on my back because I’m a threat to win…having been a past winner…
Love: Co-Winner, just so we don’t make people mad…
Ito: I’m a 7 time EWC Champion, a former Prime G1 winner…I’m a name here in the EWC so eliminating me would give anyone a boost but to enter the Rumble just to eliminate me…well…
Love: Way to lose out on a golden opportunity…
Ito: The Mad King wanted to make things personal and he did…so now I’ll make things personal…everywhere he goes chaos comes with it, he has a need to make all things about King Flip…he needs, he craves the attention and when he doesn’t get it he becomes a child…this is the man that is responsible for putting Marcu$ $t. John on the shelf for almost half the year and why…why did he feel the need to make the Main Event of StrangleMania about him…he comes here to Paramount and gets involved in our Apple TV+ Broadcast Championship match and tried to steal our championship…he gets into a pissing fight with our GM because he needs the attention…well Flip…
Ibuki looks into the camera…
Ito: You have my FULL ATTENTION!!!
Ibuki smirks as Buddy and him walk off camera…
SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE
King Flip
VS Ibuki Ito
We return to ringside where Starr is ready to call the next match.
Watson: Folks, what we are about to witness will be more than a wrestling match. It's going to be a fight as these two men had nothing good to say about each other rolling into it. North American champion Ibuki Ito may not be putting the title on the line tonight but it's about more than championships when it gets personal. Take it away, Starr.
Starr: The following match is a one-on-one contest scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from The Land, weighing in at 220 pounds ... KIIING FLIP!
T H E M A D K I N G zooms from right to left across the EXT and is followed swiftly by a red pyro. 'Heimdallr' begins to play, King emerging with his usual war paint and hooded vest. A big white palm across his face, King gets to the edge of the rampway when that arrogant half smile emerges. The "Mad King" chant grows as he walks slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on the ring. His approach to the steps is slow, eyeballing the corner above them, as he slaps a few hands and hands a small child a little orange 'Ibuki Cheeto' flag with an image of a Cheeto that looks like Ibuki Ito. The child looks disappointed. King slaps the ring corner with a smile, reminiscing a moment before sauntering the steel and quickly slipping through the ropes. After a sarcastic bow, King turns to the stage ready for the action to start as his theme fades.
Starr: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Buddy Love, from Daly City, California, weighing in at 235 pounds ... He is your North American champion ... "The ACE of Paramount" IBUKI 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 Ibuki 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. Ibuki walks to the center of the ring, extends his arms and tilts his head back to soak everything in.
Flip and Ito tie up in the center of the ring. The champion gets a quick knee to the midsection of his opponent. Ito lifts Flip up into a suplex, but drops King into a neckbreaker over the knee that the fans pop for. King grabs at his neck and shoulder as he tries to roll away. The North American champion stays on top with several more boots that keep the King near. He lifts Flip up and whips him into the ropes for a nasty dropkick that splats King to the canvas. Ito goes for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
TH-NO!
Flip with the easy shoulder up and Ito keeps him down with a nasty forearm to the face. Toronto roars as Ito draws Flip to his feet for a thunderous falcon arrow. A quick few palms over the chest of the King and he's covered again.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-NO!
Flip with the shoulder up once again and Ito responds with a kick to the face. Ito sits crouched at the head of Flip just waiting for him to sit up. KONBANWA! Vicious signature elbow to the back of the head and King looks like he was knocked to Saturn. Ito covers.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-NO!
As if on autopilot, Flip's shoulder somehow comes up again and Ito looks to Buddy Love who is shocked. Love calls out "Cover him again!" several times but Ito stands up and takes to his corner. Buddy chirping this or that into his ear as he crouches down and watches Flip struggle to exist. King rolls out of the ring and wobbles off to the guardrail before finding any balance. Ito narrows his eyes at his opponent while still half-listening to his manager.
Watson: Ito is absolutely on fire so far. When he said personal, he meant it!
Sydney: And every single strike deserved at that!
New referee Mat Matterson is finally about to start calling a ten count when Flip stumbles back toward to ring apron. He acts like he's going to get into the ring but slips back out at Ito's advance. He snags the champion by the boots and drags him out of the ring. Toronto is on their feet cheering as these two men brawl at ringside. Again the referee is about to start a count when Flip gets a quick knee to the champion's midsection and grapples him up. GOOD TO BE THE KING! Even the referee pops for the signature Doctor Driver II, a classic double-arm suplex that sends Ito crashing into the ramp to a loud CLANG! As King is getting up he yells at the referee to start counting.
ONE... TWO...
The crowd is abuzz as Flip stares down at Ito. Buddy can't help but rush to his client, exactly what Flip was waiting for. He yanks Buddy to face him.
THREE... FOUR...
THE STEINER SCREWDRIVER! King Flip lifts Buddy and plants them directly onto their client to a loud groan from the champion. The referee is looking around, unsure if he should call it there.
FIVE...
Flip gets up and nods to the referee as he backpedals to the ring.
SIX... SEVEN...
Ito looks at his manager and realizes what they've both just been put through, and he immediately starts to fire up.
EIGHT...
Ito drags to one knee and stands to a huge pop from Toronto. Flip runs to the opposite ropes, bounding from them.
NINE...
The North American champion is just about to pull himself into the ring when Flip cracks him in the face with a baseball slide. The referee starts to get frustrated and starts to tell Flip what's what as the Brawler slips out of the ring, picks Ito up and slides into the ring after rolling in his opponent. Flip covers Ito.
ONE...
TWO...
TH-NO! Ito kicks out with authority.
Watson: Flip peppering Ito with the offense, and Buddy Love might need medical attention out here!
Sydney: The Mad King is just poking the bear at this point, Ito looks incensed!
The fans fight in chant between "Mad King" and "Let's go, Ito!" Both men looking closer to out of breath, they fight to their feet and meet in the center of the ring once again. They trade arm drags two, three, four times in a row before Ito connects with a STIFF chop. "Whooo!" goes the crowd as King winces into the corner. A second STIFF chop and a second "Whooo!" from the crowd. Ito goes for the whip and Flip reverses. Ibuki gets his hands on the turnbuckle and leaps into the air to land behind a chasing Flip. Ito backflips away and the crowd appreciates the athleticism of both men. They begin circling the ring again, Ito seeing a spot and rushing right into a drop toehold. ANGLE LOCK! King Flip starts cranking on the ankle a la Kurt Angle, pulling Ito into the center of the ring. King looks to drop and get the grapevine on the leg when Ito pulls King forward instead. Poor Buddy Love is barely even able to stand now and Ibuki rolls with enough force to send Flip into an impromptu crossbody on the manager. Buddy groans in pain as Flip stumbles and rolls, a bit dazed, but well enough to rush right back into the action as Ito gets to a defensive knee. TOBIDASHI NAIFU! Ito with the signature switchblade and a cover!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, the North American Champion... IBUKI ITO!
Watson: A gutsy win from Ibuki Ito, this wasn't an easy fight tonight but the ACE of Paramount stands tall!
Sydney: Even I gotta admit Tim, Flip held his own. For a second, it looked like he was going to walk out with the W tonight.
As the spectacular match between Ibuki Ito and King Flip comes to an end, “Money” plays out over the arena as the crowd erupts. Marcu$ $t. John makes his way down the ramp for the second time tonight with purpose in his walk. Once he makes his way down to ringside, he grabs the North American Championship before the referee can grab it. He looks down at King Flip as he is recovering and then over to Ibuki Ito. He grabs Flip by his right arm and pulls him up to his feet. He then walks over to Ito and looks him in his eyes. He looks down at the North American Championship and then hands it over to Ibuki. He raises his hand in the air as the crowd cheers. He watches as Ibuki celebrates and never takes eyes off of him until he gets to the back. He turns around and gets in Flip’s face going nose to nose and forehead to forehead with an intense look on his face. He then backs off and slowly claps for King Flip as the crowd boo’s Flip and the show of respect for the man that Paramount hates. He then grabs a microphone and says one sentence.
M$J: You know why I’m here.
The crowd cheers as they begin to chant “StrangleMania” clap, clap, clap over and over again. The crowd anticipates the answer after Marcu$ throws Flip the microphone and awaits the response. King has worked his way toward the ramp-end of the ring and looks out to the crowd with a smile.
The Mad King: Of course I do, Marcus. But you coming out here during my… little moment here has me with a bit of a sour taste in my mouth.
Toronto knows where this is going and begin a sea of boos. Then King surprises them by getting right in Marcu$' face again. Tensions rise into a buzz as these two men glare one another down. King points his free hand out to the people.
The Mad King: They want to see it and believe it or not, young man, so do I; HOWEVER COMMA!!
King moves away from Marcu$ before bellowing into the microphone, his anger now pointing with his finger at those in attendance. They hyped the quasi-acceptance but are already murmuring amongst themselves as to whether Flip is going to agree or not.
The Mad King: Well, Marcus, the thing is, Stranglemania's still so far away and I–
The boos cut King off. He looks legitimately agitated by it as he scoffs to a corner.
The Mad King: Well, it would be deplorable for either of us to look so far ahead.
Marcu$ looks annoyed but not surprised as Flip slips through the ropes, the crowd not liking this continuous dodge from the King. "Heimdallr" plays as Flip gives a genuine wave goodbye before turning around to walk away. Cameras cut to the announce table as Marcu$ is left expressionless in the ring. They're about to pick up where they left off when Marcu$ goes over and grabs the microphone that Flip left behind. The camera turns around to the ring.
M$J: Flip, listen, I knew you would say something like that and that’s fine. You’re going to troll and tease your way all the way through 2023. Just know that I’m only letting you do this because I enjoy it. I don’t need you to accept the match right now, I want you to accept the match. When I NEED you to accept, if you haven’t yet then that’s on you. Not a threat, just letting you know. But hey, keep running away from destiny. You’re only running closer and closer to me and you don’t even know it. When you get to me I’m going to welcome you with open arms.
He looks out to the crowd and then back to King Flip who has made his way all the way back up the ramp without ever turning around to look at M$J.
M$J: Even now you won't acknowledge me. But you will. You will because you and I both know that you owe me this, not because your direct actions took me out, but because by the time StrangleMania comes around, I’ll be the biggest match you can have. For now though, I have a new proposition for you. Me and you one night only, King Flip and Marcu$ $t. John, on the same side of the ring as a tag team. You pick the time and place and I’ll be there.
This makes King Flip turn around and raise his eyebrow at what Marcu$ said. He looks intrigued by the final words of Marcu$, the two now looking at one another with less aggression than before. Flip narrows his eyes but can't hide his smile as he wags his pointer finger in the general direction of the ring, lifts it, shakes it a few times, then taps his head before backing through the curtain.
Watson: What is Marcu$ thinking?! Propositioning to team with the man who put him on the shelf for six months?!
We fade out on Marcu$ standing in the ring with a smirk as the camera cuts to a video package hyping up the first ever Trios Tournament Finals coming up next.
Watson: Folks, what we are about to witness will be more than a wrestling match. It's going to be a fight as these two men had nothing good to say about each other rolling into it. North American champion Ibuki Ito may not be putting the title on the line tonight but it's about more than championships when it gets personal. Take it away, Starr.
Starr: The following match is a one-on-one contest scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from The Land, weighing in at 220 pounds ... KIIING FLIP!
T H E M A D K I N G zooms from right to left across the EXT and is followed swiftly by a red pyro. 'Heimdallr' begins to play, King emerging with his usual war paint and hooded vest. A big white palm across his face, King gets to the edge of the rampway when that arrogant half smile emerges. The "Mad King" chant grows as he walks slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on the ring. His approach to the steps is slow, eyeballing the corner above them, as he slaps a few hands and hands a small child a little orange 'Ibuki Cheeto' flag with an image of a Cheeto that looks like Ibuki Ito. The child looks disappointed. King slaps the ring corner with a smile, reminiscing a moment before sauntering the steel and quickly slipping through the ropes. After a sarcastic bow, King turns to the stage ready for the action to start as his theme fades.
Starr: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Buddy Love, from Daly City, California, weighing in at 235 pounds ... He is your North American champion ... "The ACE of Paramount" IBUKI 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 Ibuki 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. Ibuki walks to the center of the ring, extends his arms and tilts his head back to soak everything in.
DING DING DING
Flip and Ito tie up in the center of the ring. The champion gets a quick knee to the midsection of his opponent. Ito lifts Flip up into a suplex, but drops King into a neckbreaker over the knee that the fans pop for. King grabs at his neck and shoulder as he tries to roll away. The North American champion stays on top with several more boots that keep the King near. He lifts Flip up and whips him into the ropes for a nasty dropkick that splats King to the canvas. Ito goes for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
TH-NO!
Flip with the easy shoulder up and Ito keeps him down with a nasty forearm to the face. Toronto roars as Ito draws Flip to his feet for a thunderous falcon arrow. A quick few palms over the chest of the King and he's covered again.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-NO!
Flip with the shoulder up once again and Ito responds with a kick to the face. Ito sits crouched at the head of Flip just waiting for him to sit up. KONBANWA! Vicious signature elbow to the back of the head and King looks like he was knocked to Saturn. Ito covers.
ONE...
TWO...
THR-NO!
As if on autopilot, Flip's shoulder somehow comes up again and Ito looks to Buddy Love who is shocked. Love calls out "Cover him again!" several times but Ito stands up and takes to his corner. Buddy chirping this or that into his ear as he crouches down and watches Flip struggle to exist. King rolls out of the ring and wobbles off to the guardrail before finding any balance. Ito narrows his eyes at his opponent while still half-listening to his manager.
Watson: Ito is absolutely on fire so far. When he said personal, he meant it!
Sydney: And every single strike deserved at that!
New referee Mat Matterson is finally about to start calling a ten count when Flip stumbles back toward to ring apron. He acts like he's going to get into the ring but slips back out at Ito's advance. He snags the champion by the boots and drags him out of the ring. Toronto is on their feet cheering as these two men brawl at ringside. Again the referee is about to start a count when Flip gets a quick knee to the champion's midsection and grapples him up. GOOD TO BE THE KING! Even the referee pops for the signature Doctor Driver II, a classic double-arm suplex that sends Ito crashing into the ramp to a loud CLANG! As King is getting up he yells at the referee to start counting.
ONE... TWO...
The crowd is abuzz as Flip stares down at Ito. Buddy can't help but rush to his client, exactly what Flip was waiting for. He yanks Buddy to face him.
THREE... FOUR...
THE STEINER SCREWDRIVER! King Flip lifts Buddy and plants them directly onto their client to a loud groan from the champion. The referee is looking around, unsure if he should call it there.
FIVE...
Flip gets up and nods to the referee as he backpedals to the ring.
SIX... SEVEN...
Ito looks at his manager and realizes what they've both just been put through, and he immediately starts to fire up.
EIGHT...
Ito drags to one knee and stands to a huge pop from Toronto. Flip runs to the opposite ropes, bounding from them.
NINE...
The North American champion is just about to pull himself into the ring when Flip cracks him in the face with a baseball slide. The referee starts to get frustrated and starts to tell Flip what's what as the Brawler slips out of the ring, picks Ito up and slides into the ring after rolling in his opponent. Flip covers Ito.
ONE...
TWO...
TH-NO! Ito kicks out with authority.
Watson: Flip peppering Ito with the offense, and Buddy Love might need medical attention out here!
Sydney: The Mad King is just poking the bear at this point, Ito looks incensed!
The fans fight in chant between "Mad King" and "Let's go, Ito!" Both men looking closer to out of breath, they fight to their feet and meet in the center of the ring once again. They trade arm drags two, three, four times in a row before Ito connects with a STIFF chop. "Whooo!" goes the crowd as King winces into the corner. A second STIFF chop and a second "Whooo!" from the crowd. Ito goes for the whip and Flip reverses. Ibuki gets his hands on the turnbuckle and leaps into the air to land behind a chasing Flip. Ito backflips away and the crowd appreciates the athleticism of both men. They begin circling the ring again, Ito seeing a spot and rushing right into a drop toehold. ANGLE LOCK! King Flip starts cranking on the ankle a la Kurt Angle, pulling Ito into the center of the ring. King looks to drop and get the grapevine on the leg when Ito pulls King forward instead. Poor Buddy Love is barely even able to stand now and Ibuki rolls with enough force to send Flip into an impromptu crossbody on the manager. Buddy groans in pain as Flip stumbles and rolls, a bit dazed, but well enough to rush right back into the action as Ito gets to a defensive knee. TOBIDASHI NAIFU! Ito with the signature switchblade and a cover!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, the North American Champion... IBUKI ITO!
Watson: A gutsy win from Ibuki Ito, this wasn't an easy fight tonight but the ACE of Paramount stands tall!
Sydney: Even I gotta admit Tim, Flip held his own. For a second, it looked like he was going to walk out with the W tonight.
As the spectacular match between Ibuki Ito and King Flip comes to an end, “Money” plays out over the arena as the crowd erupts. Marcu$ $t. John makes his way down the ramp for the second time tonight with purpose in his walk. Once he makes his way down to ringside, he grabs the North American Championship before the referee can grab it. He looks down at King Flip as he is recovering and then over to Ibuki Ito. He grabs Flip by his right arm and pulls him up to his feet. He then walks over to Ito and looks him in his eyes. He looks down at the North American Championship and then hands it over to Ibuki. He raises his hand in the air as the crowd cheers. He watches as Ibuki celebrates and never takes eyes off of him until he gets to the back. He turns around and gets in Flip’s face going nose to nose and forehead to forehead with an intense look on his face. He then backs off and slowly claps for King Flip as the crowd boo’s Flip and the show of respect for the man that Paramount hates. He then grabs a microphone and says one sentence.
M$J: You know why I’m here.
The crowd cheers as they begin to chant “StrangleMania” clap, clap, clap over and over again. The crowd anticipates the answer after Marcu$ throws Flip the microphone and awaits the response. King has worked his way toward the ramp-end of the ring and looks out to the crowd with a smile.
The Mad King: Of course I do, Marcus. But you coming out here during my… little moment here has me with a bit of a sour taste in my mouth.
Toronto knows where this is going and begin a sea of boos. Then King surprises them by getting right in Marcu$' face again. Tensions rise into a buzz as these two men glare one another down. King points his free hand out to the people.
The Mad King: They want to see it and believe it or not, young man, so do I; HOWEVER COMMA!!
King moves away from Marcu$ before bellowing into the microphone, his anger now pointing with his finger at those in attendance. They hyped the quasi-acceptance but are already murmuring amongst themselves as to whether Flip is going to agree or not.
The Mad King: Well, Marcus, the thing is, Stranglemania's still so far away and I–
The boos cut King off. He looks legitimately agitated by it as he scoffs to a corner.
The Mad King: Well, it would be deplorable for either of us to look so far ahead.
Marcu$ looks annoyed but not surprised as Flip slips through the ropes, the crowd not liking this continuous dodge from the King. "Heimdallr" plays as Flip gives a genuine wave goodbye before turning around to walk away. Cameras cut to the announce table as Marcu$ is left expressionless in the ring. They're about to pick up where they left off when Marcu$ goes over and grabs the microphone that Flip left behind. The camera turns around to the ring.
M$J: Flip, listen, I knew you would say something like that and that’s fine. You’re going to troll and tease your way all the way through 2023. Just know that I’m only letting you do this because I enjoy it. I don’t need you to accept the match right now, I want you to accept the match. When I NEED you to accept, if you haven’t yet then that’s on you. Not a threat, just letting you know. But hey, keep running away from destiny. You’re only running closer and closer to me and you don’t even know it. When you get to me I’m going to welcome you with open arms.
He looks out to the crowd and then back to King Flip who has made his way all the way back up the ramp without ever turning around to look at M$J.
M$J: Even now you won't acknowledge me. But you will. You will because you and I both know that you owe me this, not because your direct actions took me out, but because by the time StrangleMania comes around, I’ll be the biggest match you can have. For now though, I have a new proposition for you. Me and you one night only, King Flip and Marcu$ $t. John, on the same side of the ring as a tag team. You pick the time and place and I’ll be there.
This makes King Flip turn around and raise his eyebrow at what Marcu$ said. He looks intrigued by the final words of Marcu$, the two now looking at one another with less aggression than before. Flip narrows his eyes but can't hide his smile as he wags his pointer finger in the general direction of the ring, lifts it, shakes it a few times, then taps his head before backing through the curtain.
Watson: What is Marcu$ thinking?! Propositioning to team with the man who put him on the shelf for six months?!
We fade out on Marcu$ standing in the ring with a smirk as the camera cuts to a video package hyping up the first ever Trios Tournament Finals coming up next.
EWC TRIOS TOURNAMENT FINALS MATCH
The House Hunters
VS House Money
We return to ringside where the crowd is still buzzing over the confrontation and proposition between King Flip and Marcu$ $t John.
Watson: Whatever happens between those two... it's going to be a helluva show. And just like Marcu$ and King Flip, there is NO love lost between these two teams. Isabella, take it away!
Starr: The following is a trios contest scheduled for one fall and it is the EWC Trios Tournament FINALE! Joining us first, “BOX OFFICE” BRUCE BOOTH! ... JAMIE LOVE! … THE HBO BROADCAST CHAMPION, COSMO GOLDWORTHY ... THE HOUSE!
“The Mess We’ve Made” by Sin Shake Sin plays throughout the building as New Money and Jamie Love make their way out from the back with determined looks on their faces. While Bruce strikes his pose, and Jamie throws his arms up, Cosmo raises up his HBO Broadcast Championship. He slings it over his shoulder and the three make their way down to the ring.
Starr: And the trio who will oust The House... They are the team of Hiroyoshi Fujinami, Captain EWC and Jon Snow ... THE HOUSE HUNTERS!!!
Hiroyoshi Fujinami comes sprinting out from the back.
Fujinami: FUCK THE HOUSE! FUCK THE HOUSE!
Hiroyoshi heads to the ring, trying to get the crowd in on his chant. When he gets to the ring, he loses his footing and falls into the ring-steps, faceplanting into the apron. Hiroyoshi grabs the ring-apron and pulls himself under the bottom rope into the ring. He rolls onto his back and attempts a kip-up, but overshoots and lands face first in the middle of the ring. He rolls back onto his back and lets out one more defiant cry of...
Fujinami: FUCK THE MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE!!!!
Some sparklers will spark on the ring-posts. Captain EWC comes crawling out from under the ring. He smashes a light-tube against his head and then he rolls in and lays next to Hiroyoshi. Jon Snow comes riding a motorcycle down the ramp, a vehicle that will only ever be seen for these trios entrances. Probably because he doesn't actually know how to drive the damn thing but thought it looked cool.
Watson: Well you can't say they're not ready! It's time to crown our first Trios Tournament Winners!
Our match begins with Cosmo Goldworthy and Hiroyoshi Fujinami starting as our legal men. Cosmo raises up his hands for a collar/elbow tie-up, but Hiroyoshi gives him a paint-brush chop to the mouth followed by pulling Cosmo into a headlock. Cosmo hoists Hiroyoshi off his feet and down into a back suplex, but Hiroyoshi rolls up to grab a waist-lock and rip Cosmo into a German suplex. Cosmo rolls up to his feet and flings himself at Hiroyoshi, his feet springing into Fujinami's chest to explode him back with a shotgun dropkick. The explosive kick sends Hiroyoshi backwards into House Money's corner. Jamie Love kicks Hiroyoshi's legs out from under him to send him into a seated position. Cosmo comes flying in with another dropkick, and a tag out to Bruce Booth. Bruce drags Hiroyoshi out of the corner by his head, then he spins him around to trade places with him while dragging him up and down into a stun gun on the top rope. Jamie Love tags himself in and hits a top rope planchas into Hiroyoshi for a cover. But before he can get a one count, Both Property Brothers are there to break it up. Jon Snow floors Jamie Love inside out with a lariat and Captain EWC throws himself over the top rope into Cosmo and Bruce to take them both down.
Watson: As expected, things have already began to escalate in this Trios Tag Team match.
Sydney: So much bad blood between House and House Hunters, these two teams may very well kill themselves to make this tournament win happen!
Hiroyoshi pulls himself to his feet and grabs a fistful of Jamie Love's hair. Hiroyoshi sends Jamie into the ropes and on the rebound catches him with three rapid fire knife edged chops to the chest, followed by a closed fist punch to the mouth. The punch stumbles Jamie back, with the distance between them Hiroyoshi jumps into a round house kick! The kick spins Jamie Love around, Hiroyoshi grabs on a waist-lock and pulls Jamie up high into the air and then down onto the back of his neck with a high-angle German. Hiroyoshi makes the cover, but New Money is there to break it up. New Money drag Hiroyoshi up and down with a double suplex. Jon Snow rushes to smash into Bruce Booth with a lariat, but Bruce ducks and spins a 360 to catch Jon with his own lariat. Captain EWC comes flying in off the top rope to take Bruce out with a flying shoulder block. As Captain EWC stands, Cosmo Goldworthy leaps into the air and drives both his feet into the base of Cap's skull with a Cash Cow! Hiroyoshi Fujinami jumps up his feet while grabbing Cosmo into a waist-lock, Hiroyoshi tries to lift Cosmo up but Cosmo spins around and drives Hiroyoshi's head into the canvas with a DDT. Jamie Love makes a cover!
ONE...
TWO... KICKOUT BY HIROYOSHI FUJINAMI!
Watson: Not enough to put House Hunters away, but I think House Money may now have the advantage after that exchange.
Sydney: Maybe The House really does always win!
Jamie Love and Cosmo Goldworthy drag Hiroyoshi up. Cosmo grabs him up and throws him down with a uranage, while at the same time Jamie Love leaps into a neckbreaker. Some good double team work there to put Hiroyoshi down. Cosmo turns his attention to his left right as Jon Snow blasts him with a lariat. The impact sends Cosmo a few steps back, but does not drop him. Cosmo rushes in and lands his own lariat. Jon Snow stumbles backwards into the ropes, before using them to rebound into a giant lariat that spins Cosmo inside out. Bruce Booth comes flying off the top turnbuckle, smashing his knee into the base of Jon Snow's skull with a knee drop. Bruce Booth grabs Hiroyoshi up by his wrist, dragging him up and over into a back-body drop. Bruce drags Jon Snow up by his head and then drops him on his head with a piledriver. The ref demands order.
Watson: Looks like the ref is going to get the non-legal men out of the ring and get this match going again.
Sydney: I think that's a losing battle he's attempting there. So much emotions in this one.
The ref gets his order and the match is restarted with Cosmo Goldworthy and Captain EWC the legal men. Without hesitation, Captain EWC throws himself into Cosmo with a flying shoulder block. Captain EWC rushes towards House Money's corner, jumping over the top rope on to Bruce Booth's shoulders, while flipping down to spike Bruce down on the top of his head with a JoJo Rush Destroyer! Jamie Love jumps down off the apron into an elbow strike on Captain EWC. Jamie sends Captain back into the ring with a short-whip before checking on Bruce. Back in the ring, Cosmo catches Captain EWC's momentum to lift him up and over into an exploder suplex. Captain EWC rolls over to his corner and he tags out to Jon Snow. Jon Snow enters the ring and walks into Cosmo. Jon chest bumps Cosmo, Cosmo chest bumps Jon. Jon Snow throws a big punch into Cosmo's mouth, Cosmo throws a punch of his own. Jon punches Cosmo in the jaw, Cosmo fires his own. Jon Snow punches Cosmo in the throat and pulls him into a headlock. Cosmo gasps for air, but he's able to lift Jon up and drop him with a back-suplex. Jon rolls to his feet and throws his entire body into a lariat, Cosmo drops to his knees and legs Jon go right over his head. Jon lands on the apron hard. He bounces up and turns into Cosmo and eats a massive Cash Cow! As Jon Snow falls backwards Hiroyoshi leans into the ring and catches his foot, the ref calls for the tag.
Watson: Some may argue the legality of that tag, but nevertheless, Hiroyoshi is our legal man.
Sydney: I honestly don't think it will help them much anyway.
Jon Snow rolls out of the ring while Cosmo Goldworthy and Hiroyoshi circle each other. Hiroyoshi throws the first blow, a knife edged chop that busts Cosmo's chest open. Cosmo throws a chop of his own, right into Hiroyoshi's face and eyes. Hiroyoshi stumbles back and kneels over. Cosmo hoists his leg and brings it down into the back of Hiroyoshi's head with an axe-kick. On the outside of the ring, Jamie Love takes out Jon Snow with a spinning elbow, while Bruce Booth takes out Cap with a lariat. Jamie and Bruce begin to stomp down on Property Brothers, beating them into bloody unconscious heaps of flesh. Cosmo drags Hiroyoshi up by his ears and headbutts him in the face, breaking his nose which begins to spurt blood. Hiroyoshi is out on his feet, standing but not aware of it. Cosmo Goldworthy rolls out onto the apron before front-flipping over the top rope into his Gold Rush lariat that turns Hiroyoshi inside out. Bruce Booth and Jamie Love roll into the ring. Bruce drags Hiroyoshi up into a cravat, choking the lift out of him before transitioning into his deadly Director's Cut. Jamie Love gets a hold of Hiroyoshi's ankles and is able to wrench his back into The Love Lock. Hiroyoshi's out of it, Property Brothers are out of it. The ref forces Jamie to break the hold but it is no use. Bruce and Jamie drag Hiroyoshi up and shove him into Cosmo. Cosmo grabs on a fisherman's buster and hoists Hiroyoshi up, he spins out of the fisherman's buster and drops Hiroyoshi right on his head with a powerful flowsion. It's Cosmology. All three members of House Money put a foot down on Hiroyoshi's chest while the ref counts the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, and the winners of the Trios Tournament... HOUSE MONEY!
Bruce Booth keeps the count out, counting out loud.
FOUR...
FIVE...
SIX...
SEVEN...
EIGHT...
NINE...
TEN!!!
House Money cackle like a band of hyenas. Jamie Love tears the refs shirt off and wipes the blood of Hiroyoshi's face while Cosmo gets some paper and a sharpie from under the ring. New Money take turns using Hiroyoshi's head as a table to sign the paper before revealing to the crowd it's a picture of The House all together.
Watson: Maybe The House really does always win.
Sydney: What a grave image to end the show. The EWC is The House's playground.
Watson: And I don't think it's over!
House Money set up three tables at ring-side, and one by one put each member of House Hunters down through them. House Hunters are all bloody broken messes, and House Money head to the back with the trophy for winning the Trios Tournament.
Watson: Whatever happens between those two... it's going to be a helluva show. And just like Marcu$ and King Flip, there is NO love lost between these two teams. Isabella, take it away!
Starr: The following is a trios contest scheduled for one fall and it is the EWC Trios Tournament FINALE! Joining us first, “BOX OFFICE” BRUCE BOOTH! ... JAMIE LOVE! … THE HBO BROADCAST CHAMPION, COSMO GOLDWORTHY ... THE HOUSE!
“The Mess We’ve Made” by Sin Shake Sin plays throughout the building as New Money and Jamie Love make their way out from the back with determined looks on their faces. While Bruce strikes his pose, and Jamie throws his arms up, Cosmo raises up his HBO Broadcast Championship. He slings it over his shoulder and the three make their way down to the ring.
Starr: And the trio who will oust The House... They are the team of Hiroyoshi Fujinami, Captain EWC and Jon Snow ... THE HOUSE HUNTERS!!!
OUR HOUSE... IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR STREET
Hiroyoshi Fujinami comes sprinting out from the back.
Fujinami: FUCK THE HOUSE! FUCK THE HOUSE!
Hiroyoshi heads to the ring, trying to get the crowd in on his chant. When he gets to the ring, he loses his footing and falls into the ring-steps, faceplanting into the apron. Hiroyoshi grabs the ring-apron and pulls himself under the bottom rope into the ring. He rolls onto his back and attempts a kip-up, but overshoots and lands face first in the middle of the ring. He rolls back onto his back and lets out one more defiant cry of...
Fujinami: FUCK THE MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE!!!!
Some sparklers will spark on the ring-posts. Captain EWC comes crawling out from under the ring. He smashes a light-tube against his head and then he rolls in and lays next to Hiroyoshi. Jon Snow comes riding a motorcycle down the ramp, a vehicle that will only ever be seen for these trios entrances. Probably because he doesn't actually know how to drive the damn thing but thought it looked cool.
Watson: Well you can't say they're not ready! It's time to crown our first Trios Tournament Winners!
DING DING DING
Our match begins with Cosmo Goldworthy and Hiroyoshi Fujinami starting as our legal men. Cosmo raises up his hands for a collar/elbow tie-up, but Hiroyoshi gives him a paint-brush chop to the mouth followed by pulling Cosmo into a headlock. Cosmo hoists Hiroyoshi off his feet and down into a back suplex, but Hiroyoshi rolls up to grab a waist-lock and rip Cosmo into a German suplex. Cosmo rolls up to his feet and flings himself at Hiroyoshi, his feet springing into Fujinami's chest to explode him back with a shotgun dropkick. The explosive kick sends Hiroyoshi backwards into House Money's corner. Jamie Love kicks Hiroyoshi's legs out from under him to send him into a seated position. Cosmo comes flying in with another dropkick, and a tag out to Bruce Booth. Bruce drags Hiroyoshi out of the corner by his head, then he spins him around to trade places with him while dragging him up and down into a stun gun on the top rope. Jamie Love tags himself in and hits a top rope planchas into Hiroyoshi for a cover. But before he can get a one count, Both Property Brothers are there to break it up. Jon Snow floors Jamie Love inside out with a lariat and Captain EWC throws himself over the top rope into Cosmo and Bruce to take them both down.
Watson: As expected, things have already began to escalate in this Trios Tag Team match.
Sydney: So much bad blood between House and House Hunters, these two teams may very well kill themselves to make this tournament win happen!
Hiroyoshi pulls himself to his feet and grabs a fistful of Jamie Love's hair. Hiroyoshi sends Jamie into the ropes and on the rebound catches him with three rapid fire knife edged chops to the chest, followed by a closed fist punch to the mouth. The punch stumbles Jamie back, with the distance between them Hiroyoshi jumps into a round house kick! The kick spins Jamie Love around, Hiroyoshi grabs on a waist-lock and pulls Jamie up high into the air and then down onto the back of his neck with a high-angle German. Hiroyoshi makes the cover, but New Money is there to break it up. New Money drag Hiroyoshi up and down with a double suplex. Jon Snow rushes to smash into Bruce Booth with a lariat, but Bruce ducks and spins a 360 to catch Jon with his own lariat. Captain EWC comes flying in off the top rope to take Bruce out with a flying shoulder block. As Captain EWC stands, Cosmo Goldworthy leaps into the air and drives both his feet into the base of Cap's skull with a Cash Cow! Hiroyoshi Fujinami jumps up his feet while grabbing Cosmo into a waist-lock, Hiroyoshi tries to lift Cosmo up but Cosmo spins around and drives Hiroyoshi's head into the canvas with a DDT. Jamie Love makes a cover!
ONE...
TWO... KICKOUT BY HIROYOSHI FUJINAMI!
Watson: Not enough to put House Hunters away, but I think House Money may now have the advantage after that exchange.
Sydney: Maybe The House really does always win!
Jamie Love and Cosmo Goldworthy drag Hiroyoshi up. Cosmo grabs him up and throws him down with a uranage, while at the same time Jamie Love leaps into a neckbreaker. Some good double team work there to put Hiroyoshi down. Cosmo turns his attention to his left right as Jon Snow blasts him with a lariat. The impact sends Cosmo a few steps back, but does not drop him. Cosmo rushes in and lands his own lariat. Jon Snow stumbles backwards into the ropes, before using them to rebound into a giant lariat that spins Cosmo inside out. Bruce Booth comes flying off the top turnbuckle, smashing his knee into the base of Jon Snow's skull with a knee drop. Bruce Booth grabs Hiroyoshi up by his wrist, dragging him up and over into a back-body drop. Bruce drags Jon Snow up by his head and then drops him on his head with a piledriver. The ref demands order.
Watson: Looks like the ref is going to get the non-legal men out of the ring and get this match going again.
Sydney: I think that's a losing battle he's attempting there. So much emotions in this one.
The ref gets his order and the match is restarted with Cosmo Goldworthy and Captain EWC the legal men. Without hesitation, Captain EWC throws himself into Cosmo with a flying shoulder block. Captain EWC rushes towards House Money's corner, jumping over the top rope on to Bruce Booth's shoulders, while flipping down to spike Bruce down on the top of his head with a JoJo Rush Destroyer! Jamie Love jumps down off the apron into an elbow strike on Captain EWC. Jamie sends Captain back into the ring with a short-whip before checking on Bruce. Back in the ring, Cosmo catches Captain EWC's momentum to lift him up and over into an exploder suplex. Captain EWC rolls over to his corner and he tags out to Jon Snow. Jon Snow enters the ring and walks into Cosmo. Jon chest bumps Cosmo, Cosmo chest bumps Jon. Jon Snow throws a big punch into Cosmo's mouth, Cosmo throws a punch of his own. Jon punches Cosmo in the jaw, Cosmo fires his own. Jon Snow punches Cosmo in the throat and pulls him into a headlock. Cosmo gasps for air, but he's able to lift Jon up and drop him with a back-suplex. Jon rolls to his feet and throws his entire body into a lariat, Cosmo drops to his knees and legs Jon go right over his head. Jon lands on the apron hard. He bounces up and turns into Cosmo and eats a massive Cash Cow! As Jon Snow falls backwards Hiroyoshi leans into the ring and catches his foot, the ref calls for the tag.
Watson: Some may argue the legality of that tag, but nevertheless, Hiroyoshi is our legal man.
Sydney: I honestly don't think it will help them much anyway.
Jon Snow rolls out of the ring while Cosmo Goldworthy and Hiroyoshi circle each other. Hiroyoshi throws the first blow, a knife edged chop that busts Cosmo's chest open. Cosmo throws a chop of his own, right into Hiroyoshi's face and eyes. Hiroyoshi stumbles back and kneels over. Cosmo hoists his leg and brings it down into the back of Hiroyoshi's head with an axe-kick. On the outside of the ring, Jamie Love takes out Jon Snow with a spinning elbow, while Bruce Booth takes out Cap with a lariat. Jamie and Bruce begin to stomp down on Property Brothers, beating them into bloody unconscious heaps of flesh. Cosmo drags Hiroyoshi up by his ears and headbutts him in the face, breaking his nose which begins to spurt blood. Hiroyoshi is out on his feet, standing but not aware of it. Cosmo Goldworthy rolls out onto the apron before front-flipping over the top rope into his Gold Rush lariat that turns Hiroyoshi inside out. Bruce Booth and Jamie Love roll into the ring. Bruce drags Hiroyoshi up into a cravat, choking the lift out of him before transitioning into his deadly Director's Cut. Jamie Love gets a hold of Hiroyoshi's ankles and is able to wrench his back into The Love Lock. Hiroyoshi's out of it, Property Brothers are out of it. The ref forces Jamie to break the hold but it is no use. Bruce and Jamie drag Hiroyoshi up and shove him into Cosmo. Cosmo grabs on a fisherman's buster and hoists Hiroyoshi up, he spins out of the fisherman's buster and drops Hiroyoshi right on his head with a powerful flowsion. It's Cosmology. All three members of House Money put a foot down on Hiroyoshi's chest while the ref counts the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall, and the winners of the Trios Tournament... HOUSE MONEY!
Bruce Booth keeps the count out, counting out loud.
FOUR...
FIVE...
SIX...
SEVEN...
EIGHT...
NINE...
TEN!!!
House Money cackle like a band of hyenas. Jamie Love tears the refs shirt off and wipes the blood of Hiroyoshi's face while Cosmo gets some paper and a sharpie from under the ring. New Money take turns using Hiroyoshi's head as a table to sign the paper before revealing to the crowd it's a picture of The House all together.
Watson: Maybe The House really does always win.
Sydney: What a grave image to end the show. The EWC is The House's playground.
Watson: And I don't think it's over!
House Money set up three tables at ring-side, and one by one put each member of House Hunters down through them. House Hunters are all bloody broken messes, and House Money head to the back with the trophy for winning the Trios Tournament.
