WRESTLEFEST XXI

[EWC]

WARNING: 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.

T H E  E X T R E M E  W R E S T L I N G  C O R P O R A T I O N  P R E S E N T S
A  Q U A D  B R A N D  P A Y - P E R - V I E W  E V E N T

WRESTLEFEST XXI

4 DAY WRESTLING FESTIVAL

Brought to you by Under Armour, PS5 and Dr Pepper 


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DECEMBER 15TH-18TH 2023
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Live! From Highmark Stadium in Buffalo, NY

EWC WRESTLEFEST XXI

Commentators: Marcus Woo & Valentina Gomez
Backstage Reporter: Ace Heart & Pepper Montana

Announcer: Nina Dobrev
Senior Referee: Toyo Yasahiro
Referees: John Dean & Niklaus Forbes

"24K Magic" by Bruno Mars begins to blast throughout Highmark Stadium in Buffalo, New York. The crowd gives a giant pop for the party vibes. 

Video footage detailing historic events over the EWC's history.

From March 1997 all the way down to the most recent episodes of Monday Night Brawl, Friday Night Rampage, Paramount Wrestling and EWC Prime!

Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Danny Mac and Steve "The Predator" Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator, The Rev, Luke Wolfe, Natalie Young, Candy, Dominic Sanders, Cyrus Black, Melody Malone, Scorpio, Xavier Reid, Jordan Sharpe, Stitches, Ace King, Killjoy Ito, Melody Malone, Lavender, and Narumi Tsutsumi all with the EWC Undisputed Championship prior to Xavier Reid regaining the top prize at the EWC Rumble XX.

This is followed by highlights of showcasing current EWC Champions:


Xavier Reid

JoJo Rush

Chris Page

Ibuki Ito

Callie Clark

Stitches

Cosmo Goldworthy

Marcu$ $t John

"Headhuntress" Aiya

Sunny Skye

The Heat Packers

The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in Highmark Stadium is insane as the crowd is absolutely electrifying in their uproar of cheers. Spotlights circle around the Stadium as the sold out 72,000 fans in attendance are shown in a wide angle shot.

The camera then zooms around the arena showing the fans in a closer look, revealing that the Buffalo Bills fans are particularly out in full force for the first day of WrestleFest XXI...

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GRIZZLY JUST NEEDS A CUDDLE TO CALM HIM DOWN...

I MET MY WIFE IN A DISCO TECHNICO...

HEAT PACKERS V GLOBAL WARMING! BOOK IT!

I THINK KING FLIP HAS GONE MAD...

CALLIE WILL BURN DALILAH INTO ASHE...

WOO LET THEM DO COMMENTARY?

MALONE! RORY!!!

I WANT TO SMELL LAVENDER...

Fireworks emit outside FNB Stadium and then all around the ring while a fog machine covers the venue in a red, green, orange and blue haze! Fans stand up, pumping their fists and raising signs as the camera feed pans to each one of them. One last round of fireworks blast out now, and we turn our attention to Marcus Woo and Valentina Gomez.

Woo: Hello folks, and welcome to WrestleFest XXI! I'm Marcus Woo along with Valentina Gomez, here at the Highmark Stadium in Buffalo, New York for the first day of the biggest party in pro wrestling!

Gomez: Four days of action... four different locations... all culminating in a No Holds Barred Triple Threat Match on Monday night for the EWC Undisputed Championship!

Woo: That's right Valentina, these next four days are going to be wild!

Gomez: Today is Day 1 and we've got an awesome lineup coming your way! Issues between Grizzly Duggan and Moxie come to a head in our opening contest as they face off in an Electrical Barbed Wire Double Hell Match!

Woo: What a brutal way to kick off the festivities! Later on we see a massive clash as Jason Anderson, Alexander Umbra, Lavender, and King Flip square off in a Fatal Four-Way Match. 

Gomez: What a chance to see who finishes the year strong! Our evening will then start off with the first of our title matches as the Heat Packers defend the EWC World Tag Team Championship against the Silent Discotecnios! 

Woo: What a match that will be! The tag division has seen some big changes throughout the season, and the champs have a chance to finish things off well against a formidable pairing laying out the challenge. And in our featured bout of Day One, the EWC Indy Championship is on the line as Callie Clark defends against Dalilah Ashe!

Gomez: Today's gonna be chock full of wrestling action, setting the tone for the biggest weekend in EWC history!

Woo: Folks, we are excited to have you here at EWC WrestleFest XXI, and we want to thank you for joining us whether it's on Pay-Per-View or on EWCTV!

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[EWC]

It’s a wild scene in Buffalo, New York outside of Highmark Stadium. People are running around everywhere drinking beers and cocktails and revving up for DAY ONE of WrestleFest! There are wrestling fans and fans of all types running around. We see men and women dressed and ready as if they’re going to the Renaissance Fair. There are multitudes of Buffalo Bills fans driving themselves through tables, most naturally doing this at a wrestling event for once. But, mostly, fans have their favorite t-shirts of their beloved EWC superstars or are dressed to the gills as their favorite superstar. Ace King shirts. The House shirts. Shinijoshi shirts. Someone is dressed as Tommy Love. A man even walks by wearing a t-shirt that says “Bring Back Hazama!”

Wild is truly an understatement.

Loudspeakers are set up all over the place and blasting music, getting the fans pumped and ready for what is about to happen throughout the day. “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac plays and people dance with much joy as they talk about the upcoming events of the day: the superstars they will see all over the place, the food trucks, the bands, and, obviously, the action.

The action in Buffalo will be heavy! Electrified Barbed Wire Double Hell between Grizzly Duggan and Moxie. A Fatal Fourway. The EWC World Tag Team Championships. And, in the Main Event, the Indy Championship Match between Callie Clark and Dalilah Ashe. These people are in for a long, adventurous day.

As “Dreams” fades out, a voice comes on over the loudspeakers.

Voice: LAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT’S NOON! AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

Other Voice: IT’S LUNCH TIME!

A bell rings over the speakers as numerous food trucks open their windows and turn up their shades. One particular truck is littered with visuals of peppers, bacon, and gouda. The fans near that truck let out an excited squeal as they see who the proprietors are.

People flock towards the truck and begin to read the menu hosted by EWC superstars Meat, Cheese, and their tiny companion Pickles. The first man in line is a smallish bald man wearing a Dalilah Ashe t-shirt. After perusing the menu, he looks into the window. Sterling “Meat” Hayes stands with a chef hat ready to take an order.

Meat: What’ll it be, big chief?!

Ashe Fan: I will take the Vin Havoc, please!

Meat: Excellent choice! Cheese! One Havoc Burger, please!

Cheese: One Havoc Burger coming up!

Ashe Fan: Havoc Burger? It says “grilled cheese with smoked jalapenos and tomatoes." I am a vegetarian. I don’t eat m…

Meat: A what? A VE…

Pickles: Meat, honey. Don’t get worked up. Not everyone likes to pound 24 ounce steaks every night like you.

Meat is seen almost having an aneurysm as Pickles rolls her eyes.

Pickles: Sir, I am sorry. I told them that if they were going to have an exotic menu that they needed to memorize the dang thing. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got you. Cheese… one VIN HAVOC please.

Cheese: So, no Havoc Burger?

Pickles: No. VEGETARIAN FRIENDLY!

Cheese: Aaaaaah, okay. One Vin Havoc coming up!

Cheese begins to make the Vin Havoc as Pickles receives payment for the meal. Meat, sweating up a storm, walks out of the food truck.

Meat: It’s 12:04 PM on Day One and you expect me to maintain my composure when the first customer is a veg… veg… I CAN’T EVEN SAY THAT WORD! What’s next? A Michigan fan?!

Meat, an avid Iowa Hawkeye, looks over and sees a few Michigan Wolverine jerseys. He throws his hands up in the air and shakes violently. Pickles sighs and begins to take the next person’s order. This customer is a young lady dressed in a Melody Malone t-shirt.

Pickles: And how may I help you, young Mel fan?

Mel Fan: May I please have a Scorpio?

The fans around her gasp in excitement as the fan ordered their local favorite. Pickles looks at her confused.

Mel Fan: What?

Pickles: I am sorry… a Scorpio? I don’t recall that being on the menu.

Mel Fan: Yeah. A Scorpio. You know… a piece of skunk meat squished between two poundcakes. It’s well-known in these parts. Because Scorpio is about to be ROADKILL!

Pickles: That… that sounds awful, ma’am. And we don’t have any, uh… skunk.

Mel Fan: What?

The fan turns to the crowd.

Mel Fan: NO SKUNK TODAY!

Half of the crowd groans and turns away, walking towards the other food trucks. The young Melody fan grunts and walks away. Cheese finishes making the Vin Havoc and walks over with a very confused look on his face. He hands the paper boat to the first customer.

Cheese: What is wrong with these people?

Pickles: I have no idea…

Meat rejoins them and looks at their confusion. Sweat has saturated his chef’s hat.

Meat: What’s going on?

Pickles: Those people were all looking for… skunk.

Pickles scrunches her face in disgust. Cheese does, as well. Meat, however, quirks a brow.

Meat: Skunk, eh?

Pickles smacks him in the chest.

Pickles: Don’t. Even. Think about it.

Pickles returns to taking people’s orders as the camera moves away from their truck.

[EWC]

The camera cuts backstage inside the parking garage at Highmark Stadium as a car pulls into the parking spot of Josh Allen. The driver's side door opens and the driver opens up the passengers side door and out steps the EWC Undisputed Champion Xavier Reid and his girlfriend, the manager of the 3pAC Bunny Love…

Reid: Seriously don’t sweat it man, the Bills are at their practice facility today and they don’t have a game here until Sunday at 4:25…until then the EWC owns this place and we can park in the QB’s spot…it’s fine…

Bunny looks at the unsure driver and smiles…

Love: Maybe just stay in the car with it running…just in case…

The two start to walk towards the elevator hand in hand…

Love: You know, Deimos and ‘Little’ Danny weren’t thrilled with me taking this little day trip just a few days before the biggest match in their careers…with their employment in the balance…

Xavier smiles…

Reid: Your employment also…

Bunny sort of gives a half laugh…

Love: If they fire me or don’t renew me maybe I’ll just become your trophy wife and start popping out little Reid/Love’s…

Xavier raises his eyebrows for a moment as she shakes her head…

Love: Relax…I’m not ‘kid ready’ yet and besides…we are winning our match Monday night and the EWC will be stuck with me and the 3pAC whether Apple likes it or not…we don’t have to be Paramount exclusive…it was I was trying to explain to Deimos and Danny but they can’t seem to stop obsessing over getting fired…they only see the world as half empty…

Reid: Can you blame them…the world has treated them like a doormat Bunny…constantly wiping the shit on their shoes off on them…they think the world is going to end every second of every day and just when they think they are safe BOOM, Apple drops this on them…and just when Deimos moved out and finally got his own place…

Love: You did change the locks on our place right…

Xavier just smiles at her and she waits for a real answer…

Reid: So how did they take the news that we were coming down here to support my brothers…were they pissed…

Bunny shrugs…

Love: Well I wasn’t completely honest with them…I told them we came down here in case we had to bail Tommy out…see I told them about the letter he got from the Mayor of Buffalo and City Council…

Reid: Warning him that if they so much as see the tip of his dick he’ll be arrested and charged with indecent exposure, creating a panic and a lewd and offensive display…

Bunny nods…

Love: Deimos called them and said he should also be charged with child endangerment…because…

But Xavier waves her off…

Reid: Because Tommy has man hands and a child’s dick…he’s made that joke too many times…but yeah, that’s part of the reason…he can’t behave himself of The Doug Robinson show so I might have to bail him out…he can’t be missing Monday night…

Love: Well, if he is arrested there is a good chance Canada might not let him in…so if you need someone to step in the offer is still there…

Bunny smiles as she squeezed Xavier’s hand…

Reid: Noted…but I want to be here if Vertigo wins EWC championship gold…he has always gotten lost in the shuffle with me and El Pablo, the forgotten brother and this is his chance to shine…yeah he’s here because of EP but they are a team…

Love: Just like you and Jamie were…

Xavier ignores that drop in…

Reid: He’s worked so hard to get here…I wanted to be here as his brother to celebrate with him if they are able to take those tag team championships…

Love: Well Deimos is rooting against them…he wants to be the ones that beat The Heat Packers to win them back and doesn’t want to ‘have to beat up Xavier’s stupid brothers’ to win them back…he thinks he’s going to put you in a tough spot, having to choose between your ‘brother’ and your ‘brother’s from a different mother’...

Xavier looks confused…

Reid: So they are the first brothers…

Love: I don’t know…it’s Deimos, half the shit he says doesn’t make sense but the point is he doesn’t want to put you in a tough spot…

Reid: Well we will cross that bridge if and when it comes but for right now…

Xavier lets Bunny’s hand go and lifts up his hoodie to show her a bright Silent Discotecnicos t-shirt and reaches into the pocket of the hoodie and pulls out two bags of Skittles and hands Bunny one…

Reid: Let’s Go Brothers From Another Mother!!!

Bunny laughs as the two walk into the elevator and the door closes behind them

[EWC]

The camera feed opens and we see Emma Louise leaning against a food truck holding an EWC branded bottle.

Emma Louise: It’s not what you think. This…

She lifts up the bottle.

Emma Louise: Is fizzy apple soda. I’m not going to stand here and preach about how straight edge means I’m better than all of you. However, I did want you all to know I am a lot better than I was this time last year to the point that this year will remembered as twenty twenty th-rehab.

I will be here to enjoy the festivities. I will be here to watch the Indy Championship match tonight between Dalilah Ashe and Callie Clark.

However, I want to say to everyone watching, as we head to the holidays enjoy the festivities but keep an eye on everyone. Alcohol addiction is a real and dangerous thing. If you see someone that needs help, do what you can.

But don’t let me bring things down. This is a celebration of wrestling, so let’s all enjoy ourselves!

She turns to the fans behind her who all cheer as a vendor at the food truck hands her a big plate of macaroni cheese

[EWC]

??: You thought I was gone? That you could just forget about me?

The feed distorts and grows grainy before settling back into blackness.

??: You fools. I've been here the entire time. Watching, waiting. Being ever so patient. And now, my time has come. I know what I must do.

??: And I'm making it everyone else's problem. Starting with one person in particular...

[EWC]

ELECTRIFIED BARBED WIRE DOUBLE HELL MATCH
Moxie
VS Grizzly Duggan

We return ring-side to find the ring has been completely decked out for our opening bout. All the ring-ropes have been removed except the left and right side of the ring, both however have been replaced by barbed wire. Outside of the north and south side of the ring, panes of glass lay on top of barbed wire covered tables and explosives. In the ring there's thumbtacks, glass, kendo sticks and chairs. Moxie stands in the blue corner, Grizzly Duggan stands in the red corner.

Woo: Both these men have been waiting in the ring while hell was constructed outside of them, and I think they cannot wait to tear each other open.

Gomez: This is going to be a bloody bloody match no doubt.

Dobrev: The following match is an electrified barbed wire double hell match. Joining us already in the ring, our two competitors. Introducing first, The Rampage General Manager... GRIZZLY DUGGAN!

Duggan raises his arms high to a big pop from the crowd.

Dobrev: And his opponent, The Former HBO Broadcast Champion... MOXIE!

Upon hearing his name, Moxie rushes out of his corner and grabs up a kendo stick to rush and shatter it over Duggan’s head.

Woo: And we are off to the races!

DING DING DING

Wood splinters flesh and Duggan is already busted open following the kendo stick exploding against his face. Moxie kicks Duggan twice in his right knee before pulling him into a headlock, and then down into a bulldog on the thumbtacks. Moxie is quick to his feet and then he starts to stomp on the back of Duggan’s head. Moxie grabs Duggan by his face and goes to pull him up, but Duggan pops Moxie up on his shoulder and then slams him down with a powerslam out of nowhere! Grizzly Duggan covers Moxie…

ONE!



T… KICKOUT BY MOXIE!!!

Woo: Moxie has just kicked out of one of Grizzly Duggan’s strongest moves at two, this match means everything to him.

Gomez: Moxie is pure fighting spirit right now.

Grizzly Duggan palms Moxie’s head with his left hand to drag him up and slam into him with a lariat using his right arm. Moxie flips inside out into a backflip and lands on his knees. Duggan grabs Moxie's throat and hoists him up for a chokeslam, but Moxie brings up his left knee to get Duggan right in his Adams apple. As Duggan drops Moxie, Moxie grabs his hand and snaps his fingers with a sick thud, dislocating them. Moxie leaps up and slams his bicep into Duggan’s mouth with a European uppercut. This gives enough space for Moxie to jump up into a superkick right into Duggan’s throat. Duggan stumbles back into the barbed wire and EXPLOSION! The impact sends Duggan into a front-flip, landing on his back in the center of the ring. Moxie covers!

ONE!


TW… KICKOUT BY DUGGAN! Duggan kicks out with such force Moxie is thrown off him up onto his feet.

Woo: Moxie isn’t the only one in this match with fighting spirit.

Gomez: Good news for Duggan, it seems that the explosion cauterized his face.

Duggan sits up, but Moxie comes up from behind and smashes a chair into the back of his head. Duggan rolls up to his feet, but another chairshot catches his face, and then his chest, and then his knee. Moxie raises the chair and goes for another swing, but Duggan explode forward into a shoulder block that takes Moxie off his feet. Duggan grabs Moxie’s wrist and hammer-whips him off his feet into the barbed wire, the explosion flings Moxie off his feet backwards with a back-flip, right onto Duggan’s shoulder. Duggan spins around and drops Moxie with a second powerslam. Duggan shakes his head no and makes his way over to the corner.

Woo: Grizzly Duggan had this match won, what the hell is he doing?

Gomez: Being an idiot that’s what, Duggan just pin Moxie!

Grizzly Duggan climbs up the turnbuckle, being very careful to not hit the barbed wire and cause an explosion. Duggan leaps off into a splash, but Moxie moves! Duggan hits the canvas hard enough to bounce back up to his feet, puking out his lunch from the sudden gut-check. Moxie grabs Duggan’s hunched over self into a pump-handle and then lifts him up and DOWN right onto the top of his head with Moxie's Endgame! Moxie drags Duggan up by his ears to his knees and then takes a few steps back and then he leaps into Duggan, looking for Dragoon's Glory… Duggan catches Moxie’s knee and pulls him up onto his shoulders before throwing them both out of the ring with a Samoan drop… EXPLOSION! Bits of glass, wood and metal slice up both men as they hit the charge. Both are now completely a bloody mess.

Woo: OH MY GOD. THEY ARE BOTH DEAD. WE HAVE JUST SEEN A MURDER LIVE AT WRESTLEFEST!!!

Gomez: Ring the bell, that’s a draw. These idiots have killed each other.

A bloody hand comes up on the apron, as Grizzly Duggan drags himself up. Duggan grabs Moxie’s face and drags him up as well, before giving him a good slap that sends them both back down to their asses. Moxie rolls over onto his stomach and pushes himself up to his hands and knees, then to his feet. He stumbles around a bit and then falls back down. Duggan pushes himself up and uses the barricade to keep his footing. Moxie pushes himself up again, and this time he keeps his footing. Moxie spins around to face Duggan, but Duggan rushes him and hits a massive pounce to send Moxie off his feet back into the ring. Duggan rolls into the ring and covers Moxie.

ONE!



TWO!!


TH… KICKOUT BY MOXIE!

Woo: Three finishing moves, two explosions. Yet Moxie refuses to give up. He keeps kicking out!

Gomez: Duggan talked about coming up in deathmatch, but I think deathmatch wrestling might be in Moxie’s blood!

Grizzly makes his way back over to the corner, he scales up again, again being very careful. And then he jumps into another flying splash… and again Moxie just barely moves! Duggan pushes himself up to his feet, Moxie grabs Duggan to pull himself up and then with all his energy Moxie hoists Duggan into a pumphandle and down into a sit-out piledriver… It’s Moxie's Death Note! Moxie covers!

ONE!


TWO!!


TH… KICKOUT BY GRIZZLY DUGGAN!

Woo: It might actually take a murder to keep these men down at this point. What the hell is going on!

Gomez: I don’t know, but this capacity crowd is loving it!

THIS IS WRESTLING… THIS IS WRESTLING… FIGHT FOREVER… FIGHT FOREVER… E DUB CEE… E DUB CEE!

Moxie rolls off Duggan onto his stomach, he headbutts the canvas, getting thumbtacks in his head but not caring. Moxie jumps up to his feet and yells out in a second wind. Moxie drags Duggan up by his wrist into a short-arm lariat. Moxie maintains wrist control and drags Duggan up again, but Duggan slips the lariat and grabs a waist-lock to yeet Moxie backwards into a German suplex. Moxie rolls up to his feet, grabs Duggan’s waist and pulls him up and down into a snap-German of his own. Duggan rolls up to his feet and lunges into Moxie, catching him with a clubbing lariat that takes Moxie off his feet and sends him flying into the barbed wire ropes. EXPLOSION!

Grizzly Duggan drags Moxie’s limp body into the center of the ring and hoists him up into a vertical suplex, after a few movements Duggan flips Moxie down into a side-slam, Pick Em Up, Drop Em Down! Duggan covers Moxie, but breaks the pin looking over to the corner. Duggan rushes over.

Gomez: You idiot! What are you doing!

Duggan climbs the turnbuckle and looks out over the crowd. Duggan shakes his head and wags his finger, before spinning around on the top-turnbuckle and then backflipping off into a moonsault…

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THAT LANDS FLUSH! Duggan covers!

ONE!



TWO!!



THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall GRIZZLY DUGGAN!

Duggan shoves himself off Moxie and raises his hands high into the air, but quickly loses energy as the adrenaline fades and falls down to a knee in the center of the ring. Medical staff rush to check on both men, who are soaked with blood. Duggan looks over at Moxie’s limp body being checked on, he shakes his head with sadness. Duggan crawls over to the edge of the ring and rolls out onto the floor, narrowly avoiding setting off another explosion. He heads to the back while the medical staff work on Moxie.

Woo: Moxie and Grizzly Duggan just went to war with each other, neither man will ever be the same after this. I’d say this match will have their paths linked for the rest of their day.

Gomez: It took everything Grizzly had to beat Moxie, but in the end that history with deathmatch gave Duggan the edge I think. But if you ran this match a second time, Moxie might have it after the experience gained here.

Woo: Moxie showed he’s a natural at this deathmatch style, that second match may happen Gomez. But I hope for both these men’s lives, it doesn’t.

Gomez: Well who knows. They say bond is made in blood. Maybe these two will come together and this time next year, they leave WrestleFest XXII the EWC World Tag Team Champions.

Camera fades to black

[EWC]

On the ExtremeTron inside of Highmark Stadium we see an Irish Pub in Boston, Massachusetts. The camera zooms in on the name of the pub: Dublin House.

Now, it’s not what you expect out of The House members. This is a dive bar. The likes of Cosmo Goldworthy and Chris Page wouldn’t usually be caught dead in a place like this. They are classy folks. But it came highly-recommended… by Eddie Dozier.

The camera feed switches to the inside of the dive bar. The outside looked run-down and calm. The inside, however, is still rundown… but it is far from calm. It’s packed wall-to-wall, ass-to-ass, tit-to-tit with people. The bartenders scramble to serve drinks. Cash is flying all over the place with every order. But in the middle of the room stands a cocktail table.

On the cocktail table are a number of empty beer bottles, about a dozen or so at this point. Cosmo Goldworthy and Chris Page stand across from each other as the crowd around them shouts and chants and cheers. Both of them are beginning to appear glassy-eyed, clear effects of alcohol are kicking in. Eddie Dozier arrives from the bar with six more beers: two for each of them.

Page: Numbers seven and eight. You ready for this, kid?

Cosmo: I was born ready for every challenge thrown my way. You should know that by now.

Page: There’s no way you’re beating me in this one. The name of the game this weekend is ‘competition.’ Competition in the ring, competition out of the ring. Tonight it’s beer drinking. Tomorrow, your choice.

Dozier: I think I’m winning. This is like eleven and twelve for me.

Page: Shut up, Eddie. This isn’t your competition.

Cosmo: Not like it matters. I got both of y’all beat tonight.

The two toast each other and clink their bottles together. Each of them takes a sip and sets their beer on the table.

Page: I heard what you said. About your mother.

Cosmo: Yeah? What about it?

Page: It was very sweet. I know that I was a fortunate person to grow up with both parents. I can’t feel the same pain that you do and I never expect to. But there’s something I’ve learned over the last six months and that you can’t do it for nobody else. Because, when it’s all said and done, the only person you truly have is YOU.

Cosmo nods, taking a second to actually think on what Page just said, and he knows that he’s not necessarily wrong either.

Cosmo: Hmph. You dropped your own cousin and found more success from it. That’s commendable, but you don’t care? Beyond The House, it’s just you. Your own flesh and blood no longer speaks to you, even though you lived in his house, talked to his wife and kid.. Hell, he may even be the only guy that you’ll acknowledge as “better” than you in the squared circle. How does that make you feel?

Page: He’s got the history and the accolades, but this isn’t 2018 anymore. An age where Candy was the Champion? Give me a break. That little girl couldn’t hold either of our jocks. The EWC is REAL right now. How Xavier Reid is even Champion right now instead of any member of The House, I will never understand. The House DOES mean a lot to me right now, but this is a different type of family. Dominic always made me feel like I was under his wing. Like I was a shadow of himself. I’m nobody’s shadow here. You are me and me are we and we are all together. Isn’t that how the song goes? I don’t know. What I do know is…

Page guzzles down his beer and spends a few moments to catch his breath before guzzling down the next one.

Page: … you’re falling behind.

Page smirks at Cosmo. Eddie has wandered off and is looking at the jukebox. Page motions to the bartender for four more. The bartender drops what he is doing and obliges, knowing that these guys will spend more money than most of the rest of the bar. He comes around the bar and sets them in front of Page.

Page: What’s the matter, Cosmo? Is this too much?

Cosmo eyes the drinks and gulps. He shakes his head, taking a deep breath before guzzling down his beer and starting on the next one.

Cosmo: I’m good. You ain’t scarin’ me, I can keep matching your ass beer for beer and eventually, one of us is goin’ down and I guarantee it’ll be you.

He finishes his second beer and grabs another, side-eying Page to see what his next move is. He runs his hand across the table and takes a sip before going all the way in.

Cosmo: ..Am I still falling behind? You’re gonna drink yourself out cold.

Page: Yes, you’re behind! I’m on ten! You’re on eight. Can’t keep up with a ‘nepo baby’ can ya?

Page, starting to become a slight bit belligerent, smacks his hand on the table.

Page: Since that’s all I am to you. You said it yourself. I’m just a ‘nepo baby’ who was swaddled up in my silk sheets by cousin Dominic. Get the fuck out of here. I didn’t ask for any of that. I was living in my little one bedroom apartment and Dominic got me thinking that I needed to be around him all the damn time if I wanted to be a great superstar. Turns out I needed to GET AWAY from him. I may not have had to sneak into my own apartment to sleep like you did as a youngster, but I sure as hell wasn’t handed everything like you like to think.

Cosmo snorts, moving on to finishing his next drink. He’s still somewhat capable of keeping himself together, but each drink is slowly becoming harder to stomach.

Cosmo: I hear you, but there’s a clear difference between us. You may have not been handed everything, but deep down I know that if you could buy yourself wins, just like you tried to buy our unity at Parabellum, you’d do it. And that’s not to say you’re talented, because you are. It takes talent to outlast fifteen other men and women, it takes talent to defeat the Mercenary.. But you and I both know it comes down to more than just talent in that ring. You weren’t gifted everything, but the way you conduct yourself after failure makes it seem like you are. My life is a whole list of failures and based on how we conduct ourselves in that regard? It’s a night and day difference.

As Cosmo finally finishes his drink, he shakes his head. He feels the buzz coming, and drinking this much is most definitely not something he does often. He nervously chuckles, trying to break the ice and take the focus off of him.

Cosmo: You still alive, or are we gonna have to carry your ass outta here..?

Page ignores the last question.

Page: BUY MY WAY TO VICTORY? With the money I EARNED? With the money I made performing in that ring and winning Championships just like you? We aren’t that different, Cosmo. There’s a reason we are having this match in the first place. We both competed our way to this spot. It just took different paths for us to get here.

And no. I’m not even close to needing to be carried out of here. Unlike you. I can see it in your eyes. They’re all glazed over and it’s starting to hit you like a ton of bricks. That’s why we have Eddie, so he can carry YOU out of here.

Page looks around. He sees Eddie in a chair leaned up against the wall knocked out. He shakes his head and chugs another beer.

Page: Okay. I’ll carry you BOTH out of here.

Cosmo laughs loudly at Page’s joke, definitely as under control of his actions as he was at the start. Cosmo eyes Page and meets him by chugging his next beer, although he’s starting to slur.

Cosmo: Me?!? My eyes.. glazed over?! You’re beating yourself up right now, I dunno how much longer you can keep up, dawg.. But you’re right on one thing, we both competed to get here. From being criticized by damn near everyone for our inexperience to being at the top of the goddamn mountain, competing for the United States Championship.. And regardless of what anyone says, WE are the main event..

Maybe there’s a lot more about you that I don’t really know yet.. But one thing I do know is that at any… any point.. You my—friend, are going d—

Cosmo’s head leans down as he clenches his next beer with all his might, forcing his back up.

Cosmo: Down...

Page reaches over with his free hand and puts his palm on Cosmo’s forehead.

Page: You alright, buddy? Seems like… the near is end. I mean the end is near.

Page giggles, the beer clearly starting to have an effect.

Page: Just keep chugging, just keep chugging.

Humming the tune to “Just Keep Swimming”, Page downs another beer. The crowd, meanwhile, has remained rowdy and they cheer the superstars on.

Page: Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll car-hiccup. I’ll car-hiccup. I’ll carry you to safety. But you can bet my ass that you aren’t going to take this Championship, punk!

Cosmo is struggling to stay upright in his seat, but pushes through and gulps down another beer. The effects are showing though, as Cosmo looks on the verge of hitting the floor.

Cosmo: Not done yet.. We still.. Still got..

Cosmo hesitates, forgetting what he was gonna say.

Cosmo: More.. More somethin’.. Gimme a second, I-I can’t remember.

Despite his clear struggle to stay on track, there’s one thing that he definitely didn’t forget, and turns back to Page as he lazily holds his cup up, some beer starting to spill on the counter.

Cosmo: I’m takin’ that fucking championship.. The near may be end.. But this ainnowrestlin match..

Page slams down another beer. He’s through at least thirteen now. He lost track.

Page: You’re right! This ainnoooooo mountain hiiiiigh enough! Wait.. what did you say? I forgot. I’m winning this thing! Leave no doubt! You’re two seconds away from tapping out!

Cosmo: Aye.. My mom looves that song. I ain’t tappinnng… But-..But-But…

Cosmo drinks from his already spilled beer, but he can’t finish it. After it’s halfway full, Cosmo slams the glass back to the counter.

Cosmo: I think I’m gonna rest my eyes for a bit.

And so he does. Cosmo’s head drops onto the counter, while his eyes are shut close and he starts snoring.

Page: I think I win! YEAH BOY! Just like Satur… Fri… Sunday night. I’m taking home that victory. EDDIE! Come… Oh yeah…

Page remembers that Eddie is passed out. He looks around the bar all wobbly, his vision is the epitome of tunnel vision at this point.

Page: We gotta get out of here. There are people waiting to take advantage of drunk cebrelities. Celbrites… CEL-E-BRI-TIES.

Page goes around the table to the other side and places Cosmo’s arm over his shoulders. He slaps $200 on the bar top and begins to drag Cosmo towards the door. He sees Eddie passed out and stops. Page gently places Cosmo in a chair and then walks over to Eddie. He grabs Eddie’s wrist and lifts his arm before dropping it again. Eddie is OUT. Page reaches into his pocket and grabs a Sharpie. He draws a heart on Eddie’s cheek and laughs. He caps the Sharpie and walks back over to Cosmo. He lifts Cosmo up and drags him out of the Dublin House as we fade away.

[EWC]

Cheese: Okay, Pickles. Lunch did not go so well. 

Pickles: It was alright. But uh... where is Meat?

Cheese: He said he would be right back.

Pickles: That was two hours ago.

Cheese: Was it? Man, time flies when you're cooking burgers.

Pickles: I'm just glad we closed the window for a bit. I was getting exhausted out there.

Cheese: Exactly how much money did we make?

Pickles starts digging through the cash register and looking through the receipts. Cheese starts to wipe down the truck to prepare it for dinner. After a few moments, Pickles stops counting and looks up.

Pickles: Oh. My. God.

Cheese stops wiping the truck down. He looks out the small window and sees what Pickles sees. Meat, with an apron on and a duffle bag over his shoulder, approaches the truck. In his hand he holds by the tail a dead skunk.

Meat: Guys, I got the skunk meat!

Pickles: Meat, Ew! Don't bring that thing in here!

Meat: No, Picks. Not skunk.

Meat opens up his duffle bag and there are four to five dead skunks in the bag.

Meat: Plural, baby!

Pickles: What the hell, Meat!

Cheese: Meat, where in the world did you get all of those skunks?

Meat: High traffic areas, Cheese.

Cheese: I am NOT cooking those.

Meat: You don't have to. I will.

Pickles: I think what he means is there is no way those things are coming into this truck. There's no way that's sanitary!

Meat: It's okay, Pickles. We have four hours until we open for dinner. I'll clean them, skin them, filet them... all of that junk. It's like you won't even know what it is.

Pickles: But I will, Meat. I will know.

Meat: We will make a killing off of these bad boys, guys. AND we can have a little side-hustle. Skunk fur caps for sale!

Pickles: I think I'm going to throw up.

Cheese: Look, Pickles. Meat has a plan. When Meat has a plan, sometimes you've got to just... trust it.

Pickles shakes her head 'no' but Cheese continues.

Cheese: Meat, you take those things away from here for awhile. Bring them back in your "filets" and "caps" and if it seems sanitary then... I don't see what's wrong giving the people what they want.

Meat: You got it boss!

Meat disappears with the skunks as Pickles sits down on the driver's seat with her head in her hands. The scene fades out.

[EWC]

The Extreme Tron flickers on, revealing a hype package for the upcoming Fatal Four-Way Match as a voiceover begins in the background.

V/O: Tonight At WrestleFest we are about to see four wrestlers stepping inside of the ring trying to take their destiny into their hands. This season has been a roller coaster for all four in different ways. You see the throne come into view but the crown with someone wearing all black with a hood over their head going to reach for it as the gold crown melts within their fingers as an image of King Flip better known to everyone at this The Mad King himself....

V/O: Former International Champion.. The Benchmark of EWC Company that many great wrestlers have fallen down in front of him but now towards the end of the season he tried to get back to the top but even facing his own friend at One Night Stand it show this young man is trying to crawl that ladder success in his career want to be known as the best one ever that walk inside of these door of the company but there is someone right at his heel who has been climbing up that ladder the Silence Princess herself... Lavender....

V/O: Former Undisputed Champion who has been stepping inside of the ring with many great and future Hall of Famers. She has shown to everyone you can come back from an injury and make the ring your house! Now after losing the title, she needs something to show she is the face of Rampage now but there is someone else who believes they are just the best and is one of the many faces of Rampage.... And the Ring is... The Boss... himself.......Jason Anderson

V/O: The son of Ruthless Aggression has been trying to make his mark within the company walls since he came to the company. For the years he has been here he have formed his OWN path and let everyone see how much he isn’t like his mother but now he has his back up against the wall after trying to climb back up the ladder to be a champion again but there is a dark horse that can place a stop to these three... the one and only... Alexander Umbra

V/O: Where many would say he is the Mad one of the company.  This young man has come out of the shadows and made a name for himself since his debut and made an even bigger impact when he beat Cyrus Black for the FX Championship at Night of Champions. He has dethroned a man who was looked upon to become the future of the company once but now he has placed himself in line to grab that title but just like the other three he will have a battle on his hands. Tonight, we will be watching Rampage Vs Brawl wrestlers facing each other who want to be in line for a shot next year for a championship. Season 25 already has everyone excited because of the Heritage and Fighting Spirit titles that will be up for grabs. Who will be the new faces in Season 25?

And with that, the Extreme Tron fades to black as WrestleFest rolls on!

[EWC]

FATAL FOURWAY MATCH
Jason Anderson
VS Alexander Umbra
VS Lavender
VS King Flip

We return to ringside where the crowd is already riled up from the opening match of Moxie and Grizzly Duggan.

Woo: We have a packed night on our first of FOUR nights, here at WrestleFest!

Gomez: Then lets not keep these Buffalo fans waiting much longer!

Dobrev: The following match is Fatal Four-Way! Joining us first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 215 pounds ... ’THE BOSS’ JASON ANDERSON!

The arena lights start to flash on and off as NF- No Excuses comes over the speakers as smoke appears on the Extreme Tron in big letters with a picture of Jason Anderson “The Boss”. Jason appears on the stage wearing his hood over his head standing on his right is David and on his left is Diana wearing all leather black with her shades on her face and blow pop in her mouth. Jason plasy to the crowd a bit as Dave and Diana walked on his side walking with him down to the ring.

He gets inside of the ring and pops the hood off his head like AJ Styles on the top rope pointing a finger down to Angel. She is jumping up and down for her father as he grins and winks at her as he jumps down off the corner ropes. He looks right at the person across from him while he takes off his hood jacket and starts to test ropes a bit.

Dobrev: And his first opponent, from Saint Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at 215 pounds ... ALEXANDER UMBRA!

”Make Believe” by Memphis May Fire hits the sound system and the crowd erupts in boos as Alexander Umbra steps out of the back. Dressed in a rare ‘Alexander Umbra: FX Broadcast Champion’ black t-shirt (Only a couple hundred could be made before he lost the title so quickly), Alex has a single line of red face paint over his right eye and a single line of light blue face paint over his left eye. With a look of slight disappointment on his face, he scans over the crowd before looking straight at Jason Anderson. With a bit of hesitation at seeing David and Diana, Umbra continues down to the ring and stops just feet from the apron… he eyes darting back and forth between Jason, David, and Diana. His music slowly fades out as he stands still.

Dobrev: Their NEXT opponent, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 132 pounds ... ’THE SILENT PRINCESS’ LAVENDER!

The lights go out as 'Better Without You' by Evanescence begins to play. The lights start to flash in time to the intro until the beat starts to kick up in the song. At around the thirty-six-second mark smoke billows from behind the curtains and a spotlight shines down upon the center of the stage. The lights come back on shortly afterward and out walks Lavender. She looks out across the crowd as the crowd erupts into cheer. A smile creeps across her face as she embraces their warm welcome.

Lavender begins to make her way down to the ring with a calm and cheerful demeanor spread across her face. As Lavender reaches the bottom of the ramp she walks past Umbra, over to the steel steps, walks up the steel stairs, and takes another glance across the crowd before wiping her feet and entering the ring. Once inside the ring Lavender climbs the nearest turnbuckle and holds her arms up high in the air to accept the warm adulation from the crowd. Lavender steps down from the turnbuckle and waits for the match to commence.. Glancing back and forth at the stare off between Jason and Alex.

Dobrev: And their final opponent, from The Land, weighing in at 220 pounds ... ’THE MAD KING’ KING 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. A big white palm across his face, small gold lines accented the edges of his face. Upon the usual red vest is a blood-matted fur that lines the collar down the button line and goes up into a massive hood. He gets to the edge of the rampway when that arrogant half smile emerges, the crowd fully immersed in the moment. The "Mad King" chant grows as he walks slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on the ring, paying no attention to Umbra. 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 red 'Brawl' flag. He 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.

Woo: There is no love lost between a few of our competitors tonight and I feel this could end up grotesque, very quickly.

DING DING DING

Before Lavender or The Mad King could make a move, Jason Anderson goes CHARGING towards the ropes… jumping/flipping over them and landing on his feet to stare Umbra face-to-face. Umbra throws his hands up and points to the ring, trying to get Jason to head into the ring. But Jason pulls back and SLAPS Umbra across the cheek. Alexander turns back around, his face slightly contorted as he is trying to hold his composure. Jason answers this by pulling back and SLAPS him across the cheek again. A large red welt begins to show as Umbra turns back around, a look of anger on his face… but he is holding it in the best he can.

Lavender and The Mad King both watch from inside the ring, both interested in what will happen.

Umbra takes a deep breath, before pointing at himself and Jason… then at the ring. Jason turns and looks at the ring, then back at Umbra. He shakes his head no, before pulling back and unleashing ANOTHER slap… but this time Umbra is ready. He ducks under it, before reaching up and grabbing Jason’s arms in a full-nelson as The Boss spins around to face the ring from his momentum. Alex locks his hands, lifts Jason up… TRIP TO NOWHERE!!! FULL-NELSON BOMB ON JASON ANDERSON!!! Lavender slides out of the ring, since it appears the fight is starting out there, but inside the ring The Mad King steps out onto the apron… grabs the top rope… springboards up to the top rope… MOONSAULT ONTO UMBRA AS HE WAS JUST GETTING TO HIS FEET! Lavender, narrowly avoiding the flying King, grabs Jason Anderson and pulls him out from under the chaos pile of Umbra and The Mad King. She guides him to his feet, helps him over to and into the ring, under the bottom rope. She takes one last look at The Mad King and Umbra, before sliding into the ring herself.

Quickly climbing to her feet, she looks at Jason as he pulls himself up using the ropes, but grabs at his back in pain. She slowly stalks The Boss… he turns around, THE GIFTHORSE! SPINNING BACK FORE-NO! JASON DUCKED! Lavender turns around back to Anderson… AND HE ROCKS HER WITH A FOREARM OF HIS OWN! He continues with another forearm… and another… AND ANOTHER, driving the former Undisputed Champion into the corner. Jason charges forward, BODY AVALANCHE into Lavender, smashing her into the corner.

Woo: I'm sure the ring moved about three feet after that!  

Gomez: Check your eyesight. The ring didn't move, but I'm sure Lavender did. That splash put new meaning to pressing a flower! 

Jason steps back as Lavender stumbles out of the corner. He charges for- NO! The Mad King spins Jason around. He tries to grab The Boss, but Jason breaks free… SUPERKICK! BUT THE MAD KING DUCKS AND UMBRA WHO WAS ABOUT TO GRAB HIM, CATCHES JASON’S BOOT IN THE FOREHEAD! Umbra stumbles back, falling through the ropes, AND FALLS HEAD FIRST TO THE MATS ON THE OUTSIDE! With Jason’s leg still in the air, The Mad King grabs him and CRUSHES him into the ground with a spinebuster in the middle of the ring! The Mad King runs and bounces off the ropes, rolls on the mat, THEN JUMPS… THE DETHRONEMENT! ROLLING THUNDER ON JASON ANDERSON! The Mad King hooks the leg…

ONE!


TW-NO!

Lavender with a NASTY stomp to the back of Flip’s head, breaking up the count. Lavender continues with the boots to the back of The Mad King’s head, before grabbing the King and pulling him to his feet. She whips him into the ropes and he bounces off. Lavender bends down to catch him with a back body drop, but she doesn’t see Alexander Umbra enter the ring and grab The Mad King, stopping his momentum. Lavender goes to look up… AND THE MAD KING WHIPS ALEXANDER UMBRA AT HER! UMBRA JUMPS AND TAKES OUT LAVENDER WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!! Umbra kips up to his feet, his eyes dropping to the former B.O.R.T. winner, laying on her stomach, trying to get up. Umbra runs over and grabs her by the hair, pulling her to her feet. But before she could stand up, the sounds of footsteps causes Alex to turn his head… ENZIGURI FROM JASON ANDERSON!!! Umbra lets go of Lavender and turns slightly… ENZIGURI FROM THE MAD KING!!! UMBRA IS DEAD ON HIS FEET!!! The Mad King and Jason Anderson line up… DOUBLE SUPERKICK TO EACH SIDE OF ALEXANDER UMBRA’S HEAD AND HE COLLAPSES TO THE MAT!!! BLOOD IS TRICKLING OUT OF HIS RIGHT EAR!!!

Woo: That can't be good.  

Gomez: At best it's a cut from inside his ear. However, if it veers to the worst case, we have plenty of EMTs on standby.

Jason drops to the mat for the count…

ONE…

The Mad King rips Jason Anderson off of Umbra and drops for the count himself…

ONE…

Jason rips The Mad King off and both men stand to their feet, face-to-face. BUT LAVENDER IS UP AND SHE GRABS BOTH MEN BY THE HEAD, SLAMMING THEIR FOREHEADS TOGETHER! Both men stumble backwards, with Lavender following Jason. She grabs The Boss and WHIPS him into the corner, quickly following him with a HUGE BOOT TO THE FACE! Jason Anderson stumbles forward out of the corner… Lavender eyeing him up, waiting for her moment… she puts her arms out, wiggling her fingers in anticipation… BUT THE MAD KING GRABS HER ARMS FROM BEHIND, TURNS HER AROUND… THE BEHEADING!!! SPINNING IMPA-NO!!! LAVENDER PUSHED THE MAD KING AWAY!!! King Flip flies forward into the ropes, grabbing them to stop himself. Lavender turns around… B.J.A.!!! SPINNING ELBOW TO THE JAW OF LAVENDER!!! Lavender collapses down to the mat… ON TOP OF UMBRA! Jason goes to drop onto her, but The Mad King grabs him in a rear naked chokehold! But the ref isn’t paying attention to that, he instead is on the mat…

ONE!!!


TWO!!!


THREE!!!!!!!!!


NO!!!

THE MAD KING WITH THE LAST MILLISECOND BREAKUP, PULLING LAVENDER’S LIMP BODY OFF OF UMBRA!!! He doesn’t have too much of an opportunity though as Jason Anderson grabs him by his hair and RIPS him away from the pile of bodies.

Woo: There's going to be more hair on the mat than my barber's at this rate! 

Gomez: It's WrestleFest! At this level you do whatever you need to! 

A HARD uppercut sends King Flip stumbling backwards. Another one sends him into the ropes. Jason opens the palm of his hand and delivers a HARD chop that sends The Mad King off his feet for a moment. Jason pulls back and delivers ANOTHER hard chop. The Boss, seeing an opportunity, goes running and bounces off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. He comes flying back and takes The Mad King out with a clothes-FLIP DUCKS AND TOSSES JASON OUT WITH A BACK BODY DROP!!! BUT JASON GRABS THE ROPE AND MANAGES TO LAND ON THE APRON!!! King Flip turns around… B.J.A ON THE MAD KING AND KING FLIP CRUMPLES TO THE GROUND!!! JASON ANDERSON STANDS ABOVE ALL!

Woo: Lord of all he surveys! 

Gomez: He can lord it later. Get in the ring and make the cover! 

Jason enters the ring under the ropes, walking past The Mad King and Lavender, looking down at Alexander Umbra, who is in a partial pool of blood from his right ear. Some of the fresher stitches look a little loose on his face, oozing every-so-slightly. Jason Anderson drops to his knees and in a fit of rage, begins to tear at Alexander Umbra’s face, ripping open as many as the stitched wounds as possible, causing Alex to begin to bleed heavily. After doing as much damage that way as he could, Jason begins to drive elbow after elbow into the face of Umbra, enough that it splits open a NEW wound under the right eye of the former FX Champion.

The ref tries to get Jason to calm down from beating on the bloody form of Umbra, but Jason just pushes the ref away. Jason yells at the ref, then turns back to Umbra… WHO SPITS A BLOODY MIST INTO JASON’S FACE!!!

Jason stumbles backwards, whipping at his eyes as he squeezes them shut, landing on his butt. Alexander Umbra climbs to his feet, wobbling heavily.

Umbra stumbles forward toward Jason, just as he manages to wipe away most of the blood from his eyes. Alexander reaches into his pocket and quietly slips on Daydream… his eyes trying to track Jason… DAYDREAM BELIEVER!!! NO, JASON DUCKS… BUT ALEXANDER UMBRA FOLLOWS IT UP WITH JASON’S OWN B.J.A.!!! Jason Anderson falls backwards AND THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE!!! Alex stumbles forward and drops to his knees on the mat, blood pouring out of his face at this point. He collapses completely, but manages to land on the fallen King. The ref drops to the mat…


ONE!!!

Lavender is stirring…

TWO!!!

Jason lay motionless on the outside…

THREE!!!


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…

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall… ALEXANDER UMBRA!

The ref tries to raise Alex’s hand, but the lights are out for Umbra so the ref lets go… it just drops to the mat. Medics quickly come running out, wanting to check on everyone… but especially the bloody mess of Alexander Umbra.

Woo: Jason could have pinned Alex minutes ago, but his anger and frustration had him tear Umbra to bits. In the end it cost him, but I’m sure with the damage he caused… he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Gomez: What an ending to the season for these four. It’ll be interesting to see how they carry this on into next year.

Woo: I need a break after that one. I'm tired out and I wasn't even in it!

Gomez: While we go for a lie down, don't you go far. There will be more from WrestleFest in just a few minutes! 

Camera fades to black 

[EWC]

We open to find Cruz Macaque standing in front of a taco truck, patiently waiting for her food.

Voice: Hey uh... you busy?

Cruz turns around and is face to face with nonother than KU.

Cruz: If I start talking to you, are you going to bail on me without even having the decency to dump me?

KU sighs and gives a genuine shrug.

KU: I was just going through a lot and needed space. It was selfish of me.

Cruz: You're fucking right it was. We are supposed to be life partners and you just left me waiting at Hardcore Revolution for fucking hours like a dumbass.

KU looks down at his feet in regret.

Cruz: And it's going to take you a long time to earn back my trust, maybe even my respect.

KU: I understand. And that's fair. I'll leave you to your tacos.

KU turns to walk away, when suddenly he's jolted back to face Cruz and catching a palm to the face.

Cruz: Just going to walk out on me again? Walk out feeling bad for yourself? I said the trust and respect. But not the love. I still love you, you fucking idiot. Join me for tacos?

KU: I'd like that. I really would.

KU gives Cruz a hopeful smile and the two walk up to the counter.

[EWC]

The Extreme Tron flashes to life to show some of the hot posts from Fighter Talk throughout the day so far!

[Source] Ruthless Aggression said:

Good afternoon, everyone, please come down to the parking lot I am going to be here giving out ALOT of EWC Shirts, Caps taking pictures and playing games with the fans and just enjoy the show along with everyone. I can't wait to see my son in action, but I truly believe the Main Event will be something everyone will need to keep an eye because even thought I don't like how the House does things... and they need to be careful with having that idiot in their pockets.... but Callie has been on fire this season. So, truly can't wait to see what the Indy Champion can do inside of that ring. Also, I am taking question about signing up for Ruthless Aggression Training School if you would like to join... please on over....

[Source] Saito Family (Luke and Luna) said:

Wrestlefest is here and in the last match I was in... I was injury but it didn't keep me down because I made the choice to be the brave soul along with my cousin to step inside of the House Playground, we received an invitation.... I feel it will be interesting... I feel it will be entertaining.... I feel it will be everything The House want in ... A House Party... I love to dance but I don't know if they are ready for these moves, they are about to face that night. 

[EWC]

The camera cuts to a stage set up outside Highmark Stadium on the grounds where the Buffalo Bills fan tailgate each and every week where about a thousand or so EWC fans have gathered for that has become a yearly tradition on Night 1 of WrestleFest, The Doug Robinson Show. There is a buzz amongst the drunken fans to see what crazy shit is going to happen this year when Tommy Love joins Doug on stage…rumor is tickets for this show were being scalped for four times the amount on the ticket. The fans all jump to their feet and cheer as Doug Robinson walks out onto the stage and walks towards the two chairs that are set up in the middle of the stage…

Robinson: WASSS UP BUFFALO!!!

The crowd snaps back with the cornie response of their own…

Crowd: WASSS UP DOUG!!!

Doug cups his ear like a certain Red and Yellow mega star from the 80’s as he smiles and does the Uncle Joey ‘cut it out’ from Full House…

Robinson: Welcome one and all to The Doug Robinson Show, I am your honored host, ‘Dangerous’ Doug Robinson and if you aren’t familiar with me and only came in here tonight because they already ran out of the free Silent Discotechnicos masks or because you had tickets to the Melody Malone kissing booth but she showed up with herpes on her lip…I mean a cold sore she probably got because our guest here tonight rubbed his jump all over her coffee cup earlier this season…

Doug smiles and winks…

Robinson: I kid, I kid…thanks to there was never a kissing booth but for one reason or another you all decided to join me here tonight because you are either of fan of his asshole or a degenerate who wants to see what childish thing he’s going to do this year but first…a little about me…I was a former manager in the late 70’s and early 80’s and if it wasn’t for tonight’s guest I might have gone down as the BEST in the business but I transitioned into the front office of a few wrestling promotions, talent scout, head booker and even a GM for a bit. And now I’m running a YouTube Podcast and Live Reaction to each and every EWC show along with a few other promotions. A few times a year I take a live speaking booking like I am tonight and give the wrestling fans a look into their favorite wrestler…and for some unknown reason you idiots have come to love the Friday night sit down with tonight’s guest…

Doug just shakes his head and off mic asks “why” as he looks out at the crowd…

Robinson: I use to call this moron my friend but ever since 2019 he’s been slowly killing my career and last season I had to have my stomach pumped because he #SEEDED in my drink…I should punch him in the face but I agreed not to for an extra zero on tonight’s paycheck so without any further ado please welcome the manager of the EWC Undisputed Champion…‘THE MEMPHIS MOUTHPIECE’ TOMMY LOVE!!!

The crowd jump to their feet as Tommy walks out onto the stage dressed in a white suit jacket, red shirt and tie and black pants…he’s waving around ‘The Love Stick’ as he looks at his old friend Doug Robinson and smiles…Doug points to a chair and both men take a seat.

Robinson: You know it pains me to see you smiling Tommy, each and every year I come here I pray…I PRAY my phone rings a day or so before hand and someone from the EWC is on the other line telling me that you’ve been murdered or at least ran over by a car for I don’t know, sleeping with someone’s wife or giving some poor girl herpes for the 70th time…but I don’t have that kind of luck…look at you, sitting their all smug and happy…the manager of the Undisputed Champion once again…it’s like the Gods reward assholes while punishing hard working people like me who do things right…I sometimes wonder…

Love: Oh shut up man…you aren’t a saint…how many girls did you fuck back in the day because you were a ‘manager that could get them into the business’ or because ‘you were an agent and needed to see what they looked like in their bra and panties’...you abused your powers as GM more than Grizzly Duggan so save this ‘holier than thou’ moral superiority bullshit…I am where I am right now because I was better at the game than you were, plan and simple and YES…it’s been a banner year for old Tommy Love…

Tommy takes his glasses off, blows on them and then cleans them off on his tie before placing them back on his face…

Love: Under my management Xavier Reid has had a history making year…he beat El Pablo for the X-Division Championship at StrangleMania and ended the LONGEST X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP REIGN OF ALL TIME…the second longest in EWC History…he won the International Championship for a record setting 4TH TIME this season and then went out and WON THE FUCKING RUMBLE AND BECAME A 2 TIME EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION…he’s headlining WRESTLEFEST and yet…

Tommy rubs his chin…

Love: I’m still not in the EWC Hall of Fame…seriously, what the hell are you people waiting for…hell to freeze over…I thought that happened at a curtain ppv in Chicago a few weeks ago…it’s beyond time the EWC recognizes my greatness and puts me in alongside Scorpio with this next class…we could co-headline along with Jordan Sharpe and The Southern Express…it would be the GREATEST HALL OF FAME CLASS EVER!!!

The crowd cheers as Tommy stands up and waves them on…

Robinson: Please don’t encourage his behavior people…the hall of fame is for…

Love: Wrestlers…are you now quoting Samantha Hamilton…please, clearly you two can’t read, look at our Hall of Fame, it has wrestlers, GM’s, front office workers and other companies in it for Christ Shakes…it isn’t just for ‘wrestlers’...and she’s just pissed that I have a better case to go in than she does…let’s face it Doug, she came to me because her career was stale, she got the ‘Tommy Love Rub’ and not she wants to re-write history because what, she ‘feels dirty having climbed into bed with old Tommy’...she sure as hell didn’t mind when she was winning EWC Championship gold or maybe this has something to do with Xavier picking Bunny over her…or that Xavier won tag team gold with Jamie Love and not her…regardless…Samantha was a hell of a talent but I hate that she now tries to act like I’m the devil…

Robinson: Maybe she just sees you for who you really are Tommy…

Love: Doug I have been this person since day 1, I haven’t gotten worse over time…I have not changed and she was happy putting up with me while she was winning but now that she’s a mom what…she doesn’t want the ‘Tommy Stain’ on her…ok, go your own way, pal around with Shinijoshi but never forget…your best years in the EWC were with me and you might not want to agree with me but those are the facts jack!!!

Tommy nods his head…

Robinson: Well the way The Love Club is going these days maybe you need her more than she needs you…at one point The Love Club was the shit, Ibuki was the Undisputed Champion, Xavier the International Champion, Samantha the US and HBO Broadcast Champions and The Southern Express the Tag Team Champions…not to mention you had your son Jamie Love and Jason Hunter/Anderson under your control along with your two other children, Buddy and Bunny Love…The Love Club looked unstoppable and yet not…sure Xavier is the Undisputed Champion and Ibuki is the North American Champion but Samantha is gone, out of The Love Club it seems…Bobby and Jimmy are retired…Jamie Love wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire and Jason Anderson and his mother fired you publicly…add on to all of that, if the RUMORS ARE TRUE…your daughter Bunny Love might be out of a job over their on Paramount, it seems Apple wants The Southern Express back and aren’t planning on re-signing those goofs the 3pAC and Buddy, well does he still have the ‘Buddies’...I mean Ruth and Jason no longer seem to need him and Gabi, well she cut and run…it looks to me as if The Love Club might be DEAD!!!

The crowd boos at Doug’s claims as Tommy sits there and smiles…

Robinson: The fact is there is another group making waves and kicking ass the same way YOU used to…I am of course speaking about…

Doug stands up and rips open his shirt to show his new, THE HOUSE t-shirt…this draws some boos from the crowd…

Robinson: The most dominant group in the EWC right now, The International and X-Division Champion JoJo Rush, who has owned your boy Xavier this season, The US Champion Chris Page, the HBO Broadcast Champion Cosmo Goldworthy, the Indy Champion, Prime Minister Necklace holder and FACE OF PRIME Callie Clark, the EWC Tag Team Champions The Heat Packer, who beat your 3pAC idiots…the man that’s going to end the career of Ace King tomorrow night Jack Severn…the good looking Bruce Booth…not to mention your own son Jamie Love, the Next Level and two managers who could beat you and your kids out for Manager of the Year in Tori Taylor and Alastor Grey…let’s face it Tommy, The House has trumped The Love Club…hell they won War Games at One Night Encounter against the best the EWC could come up with so maybe hold off writing that Hall of Fame speech because your days are numbered around her buddy…

Doug turns around as faces Tommy Love…

Robinson: That’s why I agreed to come here tonight…to rub that in your face you piece of shit asshole…you have finally got you…

But Doug is unable to finish that sentence as Tommy Love gets to his feet and knocks Doug Robinson out with a shot to his face from ‘The Love Stick’ to a huge roar from the fans…he steps over the KO’ed Doug Robinson and walks to the edge of the stage where he sits down on the floor and crossed is legs Indian Style…

Love: Yeah, I was tired of hearing his gums flap also…however what he was saying wants all correct, The Love Club has fallen on tough times, we are in disarray at the moment, we have members dropping off like flies or maybe they are just jumping off the ship because like this fat fuck they think the ship is sinking but I have news for that fat fuck…THE LOVE CLUB WILL RISE AGAIN!!! IN FACT WE WILL RISE BETTER THAN BEFORE!!!

The fans jump to their feet and cheer on Tommy Love…

Love: See The House might have won War Games over a select few the EWC put together but they made one HUGE ASS MISTAKE and that was not including me…Chris Brock said they didn’t have any use for me and that’s why they lost…had they let me manage Team EWC we would have solved The House problem but he was too proud to admit they needed Tommy…they didn’t want to have that ‘Tommy Stain’ on them well that ‘Stain’ produces wins people…when are you going to get it, I AM THE BEST AT WHAT I DO AND WHAT I DO IS WIN!!! So…The Love Club will do what the EWC couldn’t and that’s evict The House from the EWC…turn their mansion into section 8 housing…restore the balance of power back to The Love Club…roll up our sleeves and go to WAR with those mother fuckers…and to do that we need bodies…

Tommy smiles as he pulls out his phone and shows the crowd…

Love: I have been on the phone since One Night Encounter wheeling and dealing and I can’t wait for you to see who’s joining The Love Club in 2024…it’s going to make Rahm joining LIV look like child's play…because what if I told you a certain other royal ‘ACE’ hates The House so damn much he might be willing to climb into bed with Tommy…what if I told you a certain brother of a current member and their other ‘silent’ sibling might be open to showing us some ‘LOVE’...what if I told you a certain Hall of Famer whose own blood, much like my own did, turned hi back on him and now he wants some payback….maybe it will be a clown that joins us or even a ‘mad king’...all the option on are the table people but know this…I will not lay down quietly and allow The House to steam roll us…The Love Club is not DEAD and we will come back in 2024 recharged and reloaded for WAR and we don’t give a…

Tommy stops mid-sentence and smiles at the crowd…he turns his back to them and walks over to Doug Robinson, who is still knocked out from The Love Stick…with his back still turned to the crowd and the cameras Tommy unbuckles his belt, unsnaps his pants and unzips his fly…he pulls down his pants and underwear to his ankles ‘toddler style’ flashing his ass to the camera and the crowd and from between his you can see a clear stream of pee coming down on the face and head of Doug Robinson…

Love: PISS what anyone has to say about The Love Club…let this be the first shot fired in the WAR OF 2024!!!!

Doug is awaken by the warm sensation of urine on his face, he doesn't fight it at first but opens his eyes long enough to see Tommy standing over him, dick out and piss raining down on him…he tries to roll over but the hydrated Tommy just moves along with him laughing his ass off as the cameras…and the EWC Production truck as seen enough and cuts the feed….

[EWC]

The feed at WrestleFest cuts to somewhere else, somewhere seemingly far beyond the Highmark Stadium...perhaps even beyond our realm of understanding.

What appears to be a console room of some sort, the lights humming and what looks to be gears turning throughout...and in the middle of it all, a familiar face. Two familiar faces, in fact.

Two very different sides of the Master of Time Itself, Aeon Khronos...and both are confronted by a booming voice that echoes throughout the room.

??: Aeon Khronos...you have been charged with excessive interference in the machinations of the Multiverse. Whether it is excursion upon excursion to the Void in a vain effort to retrieve Lady Stardust, or attempting to harness the power of the Multiverse itself for...

The voice stops, as if very confused by what it's reading.

??: ...professional wrestling contests...

The voice stops again, as if to give the Aeons (and us) some time to let that sink in. Eventually, the voice presses on.

??: ...you have intervened one time too many. As punishment, we are sentencing you to the Phantom Zone until such time as you may be released for...good behavior.

We hear a light chuckle from the voice as both Aeons begin to protest the decision...but it's too late, as each is collected in some cosmic rhombus thingamajig (you know, like in Superman II?)...and they find themselves forced out of the room into the cosmos, floating alongside some random trio that seems to have suffered a similar fate.

And with that, a very strange portion of WrestleFest fades to black.

[EWC]

EWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
Silent Discotechnicos
VS The Heat Packers

We return to ringside where everyone in the Highmark Stadium is collectively amped up for this next match, the EWC World Tag Team Championships are on the line!

Woo: Coming up next is the very FIRST championship match of WrestleFest this week, and it could very well be one of the best matches of the entire week! The dominant Heat Packers defend their championships against The Silent Discotecnicos as we look to see who the very best tag team in the EWC is!

Gomez: It‘s two completely different wrestling philosophies! Will the lucha libre style of The Silent Discotecnicos prevail, or is it the down and dirty style of The Heat Packers which has earned them victories almost every other team in the EWC that’ll get either of these team victories?! That’s up in the air, but I do know that The House are looking for a good ‘ol #HouseSweep this entire WrestleFest week!

Dobrev: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWC World Tag Team Championships! Joining us first, at a combined weight of 378 pounds ... “THE TECHNICOLOUR TECNICO” EL PABLO & “EL ASESINO SILENCIOSO” VERTIGO! … THEY ARE THE SILENT DISCOTECNICOS!

'All of the Lights' by Kanye West hits the soundsystem as dry ice slowly spreads across a stage bathed in rainbow-coloured spotlights. As the drums kick in, those spotlights become bedazzled with strobe lights flickering throughout the arena as the Silent Discotecnicos step out through the curtain; El Pablo a bundle of energy, Vertigo a lot more measured and stoic with his masked face focused on the ring, both men's attire adorned with a pair of multicoloured Skittles-branded headphones.

After a brief pause, the two set off towards the ring, Pablo bounding ahead and slapping hands with the fans as he completes a full circuit of the ringside area before reuniting with his brother at the base of the ramp. Here, the Technicolour Tecnico whips off his headphones before more carefully removing Vertigo's, handing both to a pair of excited kids in the crowd before both brothers dart under the ropes and into the ring. Pablo hops to his feet and leaps up the turnbuckle, tossing a fistful of Skittles into the crowd as Vertigo slithers into their designated corner before his brother finally rejoins him and the two prepare for battle.

Dobrev: And their opponents, from Memphis, Tennessee, weighing in at a combined weight of 446 pounds, representing The House … THE EWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS ... DYNAMITE DAN FUNK! BEAUTIFUL BRODIE DAWSON! THE HEAT PACKERS!

The familiar old school synth of 'Chase' by Giorgio Moroder hits and The Heat Packers come strutting out in style, holding up their index fingers and talking trash to the crowd. They open up their entrance jackets to show their shiny tag team championship gold around their waist, much to the dismay of the crowd.

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 belts now and talking more trash, asking the crowd "who's the best tag team on the planet?!"

Woo: Only one of these teams can truly call themselves the best tag team on the planet, and we’re about to find out who that is right now!

DING DING DING

The bell sounds and Dan Funk and El Pablo are starting this one off. Both immediately tie up, and Funk tries to muscle Pablo into his corner. Pablo holds his ground though, as both men tussle around the center of the ring. Funk transitions to a side headlock, and looks for a side headlock takedown, but Pablo places his foot on the back of his knee, forcing him down to a kneel. Pablo starts to inch his way out, but Funk releases the headlock to spin behind and grab the waist – hoisting Pablo high up in the air and slamming him with a rear mat takedown. Funk spins over Pablo’s body, grabbing him in a front facelock. Pablo kneels up, trying to spin out, but Funk is there with him and starts driving some knees to the shoulder. He forces Pablo up in the facelock and rams him back first into the turnbuckles. Dawson tags in and enters the ring, immediately clubbing at the back of Pablo with ferocity while Funk holds him there. The referee warns the two to break up the action, and Funk leaves the ring at the referee’s count of three. Dawson lifts Pablo up and lights him up with a blistering chop. Pablo winces out in pain, and Dawson takes his wrist and sends him across the ring. He looks for an early lariat, but Pablo ducks under to build steam.. Only to be kneed in the back by Funk on the apron!

Pablo holds his back, stumbling forward as Dawson scoops him up and drives him into the center of the ring with a slam. The referee approaches Funk, warning him about getting involved when he’s not the legal man. Dawson on the other hand, starts stomping the hell out of Pablo and taunts an already aggravated Vertigo. Dawson turns back to Pablo and lifts him up, giving him another blistering chop. This time it sends Pablo into the turnbuckles, and Dawson approaches with two body punches. He takes Pablo by the head and pulls him to the center of the ring, grabbing the head to lift him for a vertical suplex but Pablo floats behind! He immediately shoves Dawson to the ropes and meets his jaw with a dropkick! Dawson holds his jaw, slowly rising as Pablo catches him with another! Pablo rolls over, crawling to Vertigo.. But Dawson pulls himself up and grabs the ankles, dragging him away! Pablo flips over, kicking Dawson onto his back! He rises and rolls forward, tagging Vertigo. Vertigo slingshots in and Dawson rises to this feet, trying to stop this! Instead, Pablo takes him down with a drop toe hold and Vertigo follows with a legdrop on the top of the head! Dawson wheezes out in pain as Vertigo rolls him over for the first pin of the match whilst Pablo leaves the ring.

ONE!

DAWSON THROWS A SHOULDER UP!

Vertigo wastes no time, and picks Dawson back up. He tries to grab at that arm, but Dawson breaks free and yanks Vertigo down with a jawbreaker. Vertigo follows to the ropes, and Dawson sends him overhead with a kitchen sink! Dawson pulls Vertigo up and tosses him to their corner. He tags in Funk, and Funk enters the ring. The two irish whip Vertigo off to the ropes and lift him up and slam him for a double flapjack! Dawson steps out and Funk rises to his feet, shit talking the stunned Vertigo. He lifts him up and stuns him with a right hand to the jaw. He follows up with a left hand, then kicks him in the ribs. Funk jams Vertigo’s head into his thighs for either a powerbomb or a piledriver, but no one’ll ever know what he was going for as Vertigo double legs him onto his back! He takes the leg, rolling into a kneebar! Funk yells out in pain, as the technique of Vertigo shines against the old school styled champions. Funk bangs his fist on the mat, trying his hardest to squirm out of this hold. Vertigo has the kneebar in very tight, and Funk starts slamming his foot into the face of Vertigo. Vertigo tries his hardest to cover up, but the kicks are pummeling his face. Funk rolls over, as does Vertigo, and he kicks him off. Funk slowly rises, holding at his leg, as does Vertigo. Vertigo goes to take Funk out the ring, but Funk wobbles him with an elbow to the jaw! Vertigo holds his jaw, rocked, while Funk sneaks behind and lifts him for a high angle back suplex! Vertigo has a nasty landing on his shoulder, and Funk quickly rises to his feet. He has a slight limp, as he tags in Dawson. Dawson enters the ring while Funk yanks Vertigo up to his feet. He throws him to Dawson, who lifts Vertigo in a fireman’s carry! Funk hits off the ropes as they hit a Samoan Drop / Neckbreaker combination! Vertigo clutches at the neck, and Dawson makes the cover!

ONE!

T-PABLO ENTERS THE RING AND DROPKICKS FUNK INTO DAWSON!

Pablo has zero problem making an impact in this match, and even chuckles at the sight of Funk tumbling over Dawson in the pinfall. Dawson rises, irate at Pablo knocking Funk over and breaking the pin. He charges Pablo and swings for the fences, but Pablo ducks and starts firing off a bunch of forearm strikes to the head! He gives Dawson a sole kick to the ribs and hits off the ropes, tossing him forward with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown! Pablo rolls to the apron, calling for Vertigo to make a tag! Vertigo rises, tagging in Pablo. Pablo quickly climbs the top rope, and Funk grabs onto the ropes to pull himself back up, approaching Dawson.. Vertigo grabs Pablo off the top rope, and LAUNCHES HIM ONTO BOTH MEMBERS OF THE HEAT PACKERS! The crowd are rocking after that, and Pablo shrugs and decides to pin both!

ONE!

T-BOTH KICK OUT AT THE SAME TIME! Pablo goes flying to the ropes, but it’s about what he expected. Vertigo steps out, and Funk finally rolls to the apron for safety. The recovery time for the champions has been messed up, buying Pablo and Vertigo some more time. Dawson crawls to the ropes to try and get himself back up, and Pablo starts shooting kicks at the legs the entire time. Dawson winces out in pain, and Pablo takes the wrist. He tries for an irish whip, but Dawson holds onto the top rope desperately. Pablo tries to pull him over, but instead Dawson tosses him over to the apron! Pablo hangs onto the top rope to keep himself on his feet, but Dawson turns him inside out with a LARIAT ON THE APRON! The lariat flips Pablo nearly onto his neck, as he crumbles on the apron and falls to the mat! Dawson falls to his knees right after Pablo’s body crashes against the mat. Vertigo drops off the apron, to check on his brother. Meanwhile, Dawson is looking around at ringside to try and find out where Funk is.. But a smirk forms on his face when Funk runs around ringside and THROWS Vertigo into the steel steps! Vertigo holds onto that shoulder, and Funk pulls Pablo up and throws him into the ring! Dawson wastes no time, dragging Pablo up and spiking him into the canvas with a DDT! Dawson rolls Pablo over, calling for the referee to count!

ONE!


TWO-

PABLO JOLTS A SHOULDER UP!

But there’s plenty more action to be had, as this one is still going! Dawson eyes the referee, and calls Funk over to the apron. Funk swings around, hopping on the apron. Dawson tags in Funk, and Funk enters the ring. Pablo is dead to rights as Vertigo is down outside the ring, and the champions have him surrounded. Pablo slowly rises to his feet, gasping for air as he realizes the predicament he’s in. Known to not go down without a fight, he jumps into action, throwing punches to both the champions back and forth! But the numbers advantage takes him down as he starts getting pummeled by Funk and Dawson. Funk scoops him up in a bearhug, and Dawson hits off the ropes with authority! He leaps into a lariat, taking Pablo down! And Funk takes the legs of Pablo, rolling into a jackknife pin!

ONE!

TWO!

PABLO KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Dawson is starting to get annoyed with the referee, and questions him again! Meanwhile there’s still some rumbling at ringside, because Vertigo is back up to his feet– and he’s got a steel chair in hand! He tries to get into the ring with the steel chair, and the Heat Packers yell at the referee, reminding him that it’s illegal! The referee holds Vertigo back, forcing the chair out of his hands and out of the ring. The whole time the Heat Packers are focused on him, criticizing the “hardcore” tendencies of the challengers.. But they turn back to a now up El Pablo who floors them with a flying body press! The Heat Packers waste no time, rolling to ringside for safety – but the distraction worked in handy as Vertigo slides back into the ring, pulling the ropes down.. Pablo hits off the ropes behind him, and FLIES OVER THE TOP WITH A TOPE CON HILO ONTO BOTH FUNK AND DAWSON! THE CHAMPIONS ARE OUT..

AND THE FANS IN THE HIGHMARK STADIUM ARE ROCKING OUT FOR THE SILENT DISCOTECNICOS!

Woo: What a dive by El Pablo! The Heat Packers are down, and the crowd are loving every bit of it!

Gomez: It's an awesome move but you cannot win the titles outside the ring, Marcus!

Vertigo steps to the apron, meanwhile Pablo takes Funk and throws him into the ring. He slides in, using the ropes to get himself up to his feet. Funk is in no man’s land as he rises with his back turned to Pablo.. Pablo eyes this and calls Funk up, calling for the FURRY NINJA STRIKE! And with Funk up to his feet, Pablo CHARGES IN - but Funk has it scouted out and ducks under just in time! He quickly takes the waist of Pablo, shoving him forward to the ropes for an O’Connor Roll! He pulls the tights!


ONE!

TWO!

PABLO KICKS OUT!

Pablo’s kick out is so strong it sends Funk flying to the middle rope! He holds onto the rope to keep his balance after his momentum worked against him, but the hesitation allows him to turn right into a roundhouse kick from Pablo! The kick turns Funk, and Pablo takes his waist as he looks for a german suplex! Funk grabs onto the top rope just in time! Pablo struggles, as Funk is fighting to avoid this german suplex for dear life. Pablo continues trying, but Funk repeatedly elbows him away. Pablo releases the hold and Funk turns back to Pablo, and Pablo leaps onto his shoulders and tosses him with a frankensteiner! Dawson hops on the apron and tries to get into the ring to stop Pablo, but Pablo pushes up to his feet and punches Dawson off the apron! Funk realizes his partner just got sent back down to the ground, and angrily rams Pablo into the turnbuckles! He unleashes some vicious shoulder barrages to the ribs, trying to wear out Pablo to the best of his ability. Pablo covers up, as Funk starts laying in some heavy strikes! The referee has to come in between the two to break it up as Pablo is on the ropes, but while the referee is in the middle and his attention is taken away, Dawson hops back onto the apron and CLUBS Pablo across the face!

Funk enforces the clean break, but only so he can pull a now-groggy El Pablo right out of the corner and immediately lift him up for a brainbuster! Pablo gets dropped hard on his head, and Funk kneels up, dusting his hands off. He stares down at Pablo, contemplating a cover, but Pablo shows some heart by rolling over onto his stomach. Funk shakes his head in disapproval, and tags in Dawson. Dawson climbs the top rope, meanwhile Funk pulls Pablo up. He lifts him up for a pendulum backbreaker, holding him on his knee.. And Dawson flies off the top with an elbow drop! Pablo flips off of Funk’s knee right onto his stomach, as he lies there in agony. Funk steps out of the ring, meanwhile Dawson rolls Pablo over and hooks the leg for yet another cover.

ONE!



TWO!


PABLO RAISES HIS SHOULDER UP!

He gets the kick out, but he’s starting to get more and more beat up! Both Dawson and Funk look at each other, as the heart of El Pablo is in full display right now. Dawson drags Pablo up and talks shit in his face, demanding that he give up before this gets any worse. Pablo shakes his head, and Dawson staggers him with a big punch to the jaw. Pablo asks for another, and this time sends him to his knees. Dawson winds back for one more, but Pablo hops back up to his feet and front kicks him in the jaw! Dawson falls back into the ropes, and Funk tags his back. He swings for Pablo who ducks, but Pablo knows Funk tagged in and dropkicks him off the apron! Dawson grabs Pablo from behind and tosses him with a german suplex, but Pablo lands! He turns back, LEAPING INTO THE TAG TO VERTIGO!

Vertigo swings in immediately and drops Dawson with an elbow to the jaw! Funk quickly slides in, throwing a punch. Vertigo blocks it, and then takes the wrist and swings behind into a russian legsweep! He backrolls over into the hold, grabbing Funk into a fujiwara armbar! Funk yells out, as his shoulder gets to face just a part of the pain Vertigo experienced earlier.. And speaking of, Dawson breaks the hold by driving a double axe handle into the shoulder of Vertigo! Vertigo releases immediately, holding at the bad shoulder. Dawson rolls Funk away to the corner as the referee reminds Dawson he’s gotta get out the ring, but Dawson takes Vertigo and scoops him up onto his shoulder.. But Vertigo slips free and throws Dawson out of the ring! Dawson lands on his feet, trying to get back up, but Vertigo hits off the ropes and drops him to the floor with a baseball slide! But as Vertigo is trying to get back up on his fours, Funk returns to the fray and drops him with an elbow drop on the back! Funk sits up, pointing to his brain by flaunting the quick improvisation skills. Vertigo holds his back in pain, while Funk rises. He glances at the downed Vertigo and gives an unapproving head shake. Funk steps over, grabbing Vertigo by the mask.. He digs his fingers into the eyes, and starts tugging on the eyeholes! He starts ripping a bit into the masks! Vertigo desperately grabs at Funk fingers, as the idea of getting unmasked in front of everyone is a huge lucha libre sin, especially if not in a match with those stakes. Vertigo struggles, as Funks drags him up by his mask, just so he can toss him onto his back!

“WE’RE ENDING THIS NOW!” Funk yells, as he watches Dawson get back up and on the apron. Funk tags in Dawson, and he enters. Funk pulls Vertigo up and tucks his head into his thighs, lifting him in powerbomb position as Dawson waits ready to catch him in a backstabber.. And Funk tosses Vertigo backwards! THE BEAUTIFUL DYNAMITE CONNECTS! Funk drives his knees right into the back of Vertigo! Vertigo bounces off the impact, flying onto his stomach as he wheezes out in pain.

Woo: Vertigo in a world of hurt here, Valentina!

Gomez: He's gotta push through it just a little more if he wants to win those tag belts though!

Dawson rolls Vertigo over to the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

VERTIGO KICKS OUT! Dawson shakes his head, starting to get aggravated by the heart of both challengers. Pablo squirms back into the ring and rushes over to aid his brother, but Dawson grabs Pablo and tosses him over to the side of the ring where their corner’s at. It doesn’t appear to matter though as he hits off the edge of the apron and topples to the floor. Dawson puts his hands in the ripped mask of Vertigo and starts throwing heavy punches, over and over. Vertigo tries to cover up, but it’s no use. Dawson drags Vertigo up right after, and tosses him with a slam. Funk watches on at the apron, and Dawson tags him in. Dawson climbs the top rope, while Funk steps in the ring and starts to assist Dawson at the top while Vertigo is laid out..

There’s hardly any signs of life for Vertigo, as Dawson starts standing at the top rope, with Funk there to support him. Dawson raises his arms up high.. And Funk tosses him off! OLD SCHOOL RAISED SPLASH ONTO VER– NO!

EL PABLO SPRINGBOARDS OUTTA NOWHERE, AND TOSSES DAWSON WITH A HURRICANRANA IN MID AIR! VERTIGO ROLLS AWAY JUST IN TIME!

Funk can’t believe his eyes, as the crowd goes INSANE when the momentum shifts back in favor of the challengers! Vertigo is slowly working his way up, in awe of what Pablo just did, and even Pablo is a bit caught off guard! Funk charges in for a double lariat, but both men duck! Funk turns back.. AND MEETS A DOUBLE SUPERKICK FOR HIS TROUBLES! Funk falls out the middle rope, meanwhile a dazed Dawson finds his way back up.. And he’s too groggy to stand, so he falls seated against the turnbuckles against his will! Vertigo stands in front of Dawson as he leaps onto Pablo, preparing for a monkey flip, and he launches him forward to Dawson for the CANNONBALL! Pablo’s entire lower body crashes into the head of Dawson, which bounces off the turnbuckles! Some proper tag team wrestling from the challengers as Pablo rolls to the apron, and Vertigo drags Dawson to the center for the cover!

ONE!


TWO!


T–DAWSON KICKS OUT!

It was some great tag action from the challengers, but it still wasn’t enough as Dawson still finds himself in this match! Vertigo crawls over, tagging in Pablo! But after the tag is made, Pablo drops to ringside to look under the ring.. He finds a table, and sets it up! He pats the table, calling the camera and mocking the Heat Packers and their dislike for hardcore wrestling! Vertigo rolls to the apron and Pablo slides in, pulling Dawson up. Pablo attempts to throw Dawson out the ring onto the table, but Dawson holds onto the top rope and pokes him in the eye. Pablo clutches at his eye in pain, and Dawson shoves him to the ropes and hoists him up for a SPINNING SPINEBUSTER! He slams Pablo with authority, and that’s exactly what he needs as he rises up to his feet and stares him down with malice and anger in his eyes. Dawson rises to his feet, marching around the ring. He drags Pablo up and knees him hard in the ribs, clubbing the back repeatedly. He tucks Pablo’s head into his thighs, lifting him upside down.. AND HE LEAPS INTO THE AIR!

FOR A JUMPING SPIKE PILEDRIVER! PABLO GETS DROPPED RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!

VERTIGO TRIES TO GET IN, BUT DAN FUNK TRIPS HIM OFF THE APRON! HE HOISTS HIM UP AND SLAMS HIM INTO THE BARRICADES!

DAWSON MAKES THE COVER!


ONE!


TWO!



TH–PABLO RAISES THE SHOULDER UP!

Funk turns back to ringside and he can’t believe it! Dawson slams his fists on the mat, once again questioning the referee! Funk hauls ass to their corner of the ring, hopping onto the apron and calling for the tag! Dawson looks over to Funk and nods to him. He tags him in and Funk moves over to the middle of the apron. Dawson drags Pablo and kicks him in the gut, throwing him to the ropes.. AND FUNK SLINGSHOTS INTO THE TENNESSEE DESTROYER! PABLO GETS SPIKED RIGHT ON HIS HEAD, AGAIN!

FUNK ROLLS PABLO OVER FOR THE COVER, AND DAWSON JOINS HIM!

ONE!


TWO!


TH–VERTIGO FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE INTO A PLANCHA ON EVERYBODY TO BREAK THE PIN! 

The surprise pin breakup shocks EVERYONE, and the crowd ERUPTS upon seeing it!

"THIS IS AWESOME!"
"THIS IS AWESOME!"
"THIS IS AWESOME!"

Vertigo rolls away, holding his chest in shock as he forced himself to temporarily overcome his fear of heights to keep them in the match! Vertigo shivers a bit, pulling himself up to the ropes as Dawson holds his head, rising up. He tries to clothesline Vertigo over, but Vertigo sends him to the apron! Dawson hangs on, and Vertigo grabs onto the fingers.. Dawson yelps, trying to get him off.. AND VERTIGO SNAPS DAWSON’S FINGERS! Dawson screams out in pain, and Vertigo backs up and jumps into a knee to send him off the apron! Funk sneaks behind, grabbing Vertigo from behind and tossing him right on his neck with a deadly german suplex! Vertigo rolls out the ring immediately as he clutches at his neck.

It takes Funk a second to get back up to his feet, and as he does.. FURRY NINJA STRIKE! EL PABLO DROPS FUNK! HE ROLLS HIM OVER, QUICK TO THE COVER!

ONE!


TWO!


THR–FUNK RAISES A SHOULDER UP!

This match lives on and both of these teams are exhausting almost everything they’ve got in the tank! Pablo looks out, seeing Vertigo is hurt. On the other side, he realizes that Dawson is hurt as well. He smirks, knowing that the singles action favors him much more. Pablo drags Funk, stepping out and climbing the rope. Pablo steadies, looking around..HE’S CALLING FOR THE RPM! RAINBOWLUTIONS PER MINUTE! BUT DAWSON HOPS THE APRON OUT OF NOWHERE AND SHOVES PABLO OFF THE TOP ROPE! Dawson slides in and stomps Pablo out, and the referee tries to stop him but Dawson shoves him away! Funk slowly rises, breathing heavily. Dawson points to the top rope and Funk steps out to climb up top himself.. It seems a little confusing at what they’re doing at first – then Dawson grabs Pablo by the legs and opens them up! Funk smirks, calling for the diving headbutt! AND FUNK DIVES INTO THE DIVING HEADBUTT LOW BLOW TO EL PABLO!

AND THERE’S A GUTTURAL SCREAM OF AGONY!

BUT IT’S NOT FROM PABLO! DAWSON LOOKS IN CONFUSION AS FUNK HOLDS AT THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! Either Pablo has balls of steel, or he has something hidden there!

Dawson looks down to Pablo and Pablo kicks him HARD in the head, sending him backwards! Dawson rolls away, holding his forehead. Funk slowly rises, holding his head as well, and Pablo digs into his trunks.. AND HE PULLS OUT SKITTLES! He had a stack of skittles in his truck, and the referee warns Pablo not to – although he doesn’t want to end this match by disqualification.. AND PABLO HITS THE FACEPAINTER!!! THE SKITTLES RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF FUNK!

FUNK GOES DOWN, AND PABLO MAKES THE COVER!

ONE!


TWO!


THR–

DAWSON ELBOW DROPS THE REFEREE!

The crowd immediately jumps to booing the hell out of the champions, as the Heat Packers will do WHATEVER it takes to retain their championships!

Woo: What a downright dirty move from Dawson!

Gomez: You gotta want it more Marcus, and Dawson wants to retain these titles BADLY tonight!

Pablo looks back to Dawson in shock, while Funk rolls away, trying to cover the skittles off his face. Pablo shakes his head, pissed off. And Pablo & Dawson engage into a hockey fight in the center of the ring! They start tussling and the thousands of Buffalo Sabres fans in the arena make their voices truly heard at the sight of this fight! Dawson shoves Pablo to the ropes and scoops him up, but Vertigo slides in and pulls him down! Double dropkick! Dawson quickly rises to his feet, as does Funk.. And Vertigo scoops slams Dawson, Pablo scoop slams Funk! The Packers are up, and both are hit with an inverted atomic drop! They get a taste of their own medicine, as Dawson and Funk reach down to their groin, hunched over in pain.. AND PABLO AND VERTIGO LEAP INTO THE FAMEASSER! The Volando Clásico is completed!

Both members of The Heat Packers are laid out, and Vertigo crawls over to get the referee back up. Pablo rolls Funk over for another cover. And as Vertigo is getting the referee up, a groggy Dawson rises and SPEARS BOTH MEN THROUGH THE SECOND ROPE TO THE FLOOR! Pablo looks out to the ring in shock! The fans can’t believe it either as both are near unconscious! Pablo turns back to Funk and sees the referee is up to his feet.. But Funk thumbs Pablo’s eye and pulls him down into an inside cradle!

ONE!


TWO!


TH–PABLO KICKS OUT!

It takes a second, but they’re both up! Pablo swings a roundhouse kick, and Funk ducks and catches Pablo in an electric chair as his entire body turns from the swing! Pablo looks out, shaking his head! Funk marches around the ring, intending on dropping Pablo on his neck.. BUT PABLO REVERSES WITH A POISON RANA! Funk gets SPIKED on his neck instead! Pablo raises his fist, grabbing Funk by the wrist and yanking him up.. INTO A SPANISH FLY! Pablo wastes no time, scrambling to the cover!

ONE!


TWO!


T–FUNK RAISES HIS SHOULDER UP!

Pablo falls back, gasping for air. Dawson is starting to make his way up outside the ring, but Pablo has had enough! He hits off the ropes, FLYING INTO A WRECKING BALL DROPKICK! Dawson goes crashing to the ground, and Pablo checks on Vertigo while he’s at it! He helps him over to his side of the ring, and rolls back in. And as Pablo does, he sees that Funk has moved over to the apron of the ring.. And he’s caught by complete surprise when he tries to get him – that FUNK SPRINGBOARDS INTO A CLOTHESLINE! The Heat Packers are showing some agility, and he gets revenge on Pablo by knocking Vertigo right off the apron! Funky rabs Pablo by the mask, beating the hell out of him against the ropes! Pablo tries his hardest to cover up, but he’s getting mauled with punch after punch! His head and body is taking a beating!

Funk takes the wrist of Pablo, irish whipping him across the ring.. AND HE GETS HIM WITH A WESTERN LARIAT! PABLO IS OUT COLD! Funk shakes his head, he’s not done! Because he picks Pablo up and stares into his eyes.. He lifts him onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry.. AND HE HITS THE G90! JOJO RUSH’S FIREMAN’S CARRY CUTTER! Pablo is knocked out cold, although the damage has definitely been done by using the finishing move of JoJo! Funk wastes no time, pinning Pablo!

ONE!


TWO!


THRE–VERTIGO SLIDES IN AND BREAKS IT!

Funk rolls away, aggravated. Vertigo takes initiative and drags Pablo to the corner. He steps on the apron and tags himself in. Vertigo enters the ring and Funk kneels up, realizing that he’s gotta deal with the fresher man! He begs off, telling Vertigo that it doesn’t have to go this far! Vertigo shakes his head, and grabs the head of Funk and starts pummeling him with punches to the head! Vertigo keeps slamming down punch after punch, and it busts Funk open! Funk falls back in shock at the blood dripping down to his nose. Vertigo yanks Funk away, grabbing him by the legs and dropping him onto his back. He crosses the legs and reaches for the arm and the head, trying to lock in El Miedo! But Dawson hops the apron, reaching over and pulling on the back of Vertigo’s mask! Vertigo’s forced to drop the hold, now focused on keeping his mask intact! Funk rises and shoves Vertigo shoulder first into the ring post! Vertigo yells out in pain, holding at his bum shoulder. Funk turns Vertigo and places him on the top rope, tagging Dawson. Dawson rushes over and climbs the top rope, while Funk climbs up with Vertigo..

Vertigo tries his hardest to fight back, but Funk slams REPEATED elbows down to that bad shoulder! Vertigo yelps out, and Funk grabs him by the head and slowly lifts him vertically… BIG TIME SUPERPLEX! AND DAWSON FLIES DOWN WITH A SPLASH IMMEDIATELY! THE GREETINGS FROM THE SOUTH! Funk rolls away, exhausted after that big drop, meanwhile Dawson makes the cover!

ONE!


TWO!


THRE–VERTIGO RAISES HIS GOOD SHOULDER UP JUST IN TIME!

Somehow Vertigo finds it in him to kick out, and Funk shakes his head! Both teams are starting to get aggravated at their displays of endurance! Dawson mounts Vertigo, and throws some heavy punches to the head. Vertigo weakly covers up, but you can tell that his bell has already been rung. Funk rolls to the apron, and Dawson calls for the end. He tags in Funk, and pushes himself up to the second rope. Funk enters the ring and grabs Vertigo, jamming his head into his thighs and trying to lift him in piledriver position.. Vertigo is trying his hardest to resist it as both men are fighting for this lift!

But whilst they do that, there’s noise being made on the other side of the ring! El Pablo has rolled in, AND HE RUNS UP FUNK’S BACK TO DROPKICK DAWSON OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE! Dawson flies over the top, hitting his back on the apron! The crowd goes nuts at that surprise appearance from Pablo! Meanwhile, Vertigo TOSSES Dawson overhead with a back body drop! Pablo rolls out, beating down on Dawson! Dawson starts working his way up, and they’re brawling up the ramp!

Meanwhile in the ring, Vertigo grabs the legs of Funk and crosses them! He rolls him over and grabs the arm! VERTIGO LOCKS IN THE TIJUANA CRABCAKE! He pulls back with ferocity, and Funk screams out in pain! Vertigo is pulling back as far as he can.. And Funk raises his hand up! HE WANTS TO TAP OUT! HE RAISES IT!

HE’S ABOUT TO!

"TAP!"
"TAP!"
"TAP!"

Woo: We could have new champs here!

Gomez: Wait no, something's gone awry for Vertigo!

Vertigo is starting to go a little too far back! Funk uses the momentum to roll to his side– and over to his back! Vertigo tries to roll the flip back over, but Funk scrambles, grabbing some skittles left on the mat and throws them into the eyes of Vertigo! Vertigo falls back, holding his eyes. Funk staggers up, and meanwhile outside the ring.. Dawson lifts Pablo up onto his shoulder and RAMS HIM BACK FIRST INTO THE APRON! Pablo crumbles to the floor, and Vertigo sees this! He bounces off the ropes, albeit with a little hesitation.. AND HE FLIES INTO A SUICIDE DIVE! VERTIGO WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!

BUT INSIDE THE RING, FUNK HITS OFF THE ROPES TOO! HE GRABS THE ROPES AND SLINGSHOTS INTO A FRONTFLIP SENTON! SOME FLIPS FROM THE HEAT PACKERS! Funk shakes Dawson, directing traffic as a groggy Dawson makes his way up - and on the apron! Funk throws Vertigo into the ring, and slides in, tagging Dawson. Dawson is still a bit hurt, but he prepares himself, knowing what he has to do! HE SPRINGBOARDS UP!

450 SPLASH ON VERTIGO! DAWSON COVERS VERTIGO! THE HEAT PACKERS WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO WIN!

ONE!


TWO!


THRE–PABLO PULLS DAWSON OUT OF THE RING! Dawson swings for Pablo’s head, and Pablo ducks right under! HE TAKES THE HEAD! FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX! ROLLS THROUGH! GOURDBUSTER TOSS ON THE APRON – THE DRAGONFISHIN! Dawson holds his ribs, toppling off the apron and to the floor! And as Pablo turns back.. Funk is atop the top rope, pointing down at him! FLYING CROSSBODY– NO! PABLO CATCHES HIM WITH A SPINNING SCOOP SLAM ON THE FLOOR IN MID AIR! The crowd goes insane at that sequence, as El Pablo has cleared out the tag team champions all on his own! But he’s not legal, and he’s gotta get them in the ring! Pablo breathes heavily, and forces himself over to Dawson. He drags him up and tosses him in the ring! Pablo limps over to the apron, leaping up!

He calls for Vertigo to tag him, and Vertigo holds his ribs but makes the tag! Pablo enters the ring and the two corner Dawson.. Vertigo lifts Dawson up and hoists him into a front waistlock! Pablo aggressively nods his head, HITTING OFF THE ROPES! HE LEAPS INTO THE ART ATTACK! NO! DAWSON DROPS DOWN AND SHOVES VERTIGO INTO PABLO! Pablo crumbles down. Funk slides in and the champions look down at their challengers. Funk and Dawson nod to each other, knowing what they have to do. Funk drags Pablo up and slowly hoists him up into an electric chair. Dawson steps out on the corner of the challengers, the nearest to them.. And he climbs up top, looking around! Funk moves him closer, as Dawson climbs to the very top! They grin, as it’s time for EL PABLO’S FINAL JUDGMENT! AND AS DAWSON REACHES FOR THE HEAD!

PABLO SPITS THE SKITTLE MIST INTO DAWSON’S FACE! DAWSON HOLDS AT HIS EYES, TRYING TO BALANCE – BUT HE FALLS OFF THE TOP ROPE..

THROUGH THE TABLE! THE TABLE FINALLY GETS UTILIZED!

THE CROWD LOSES IT AS ONE HALF OF THE HEAT PACKERS IS OUT OF THE EQUATION! THIS COULD BE THE VERY END OF THE MATCH! Funk struggles with Pablo still in an electric chair, and Pablo swings out so he’s held into powerbomb position.. TASTE THE RAINBOW! PABLO SPIKES HIM INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING! PABLO ROLLS OVER AND HE MAKES THE COVER!

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!


NO!

NO! THE REFEREE WAVES IT OFF! DAN FUNK ISN’T THE LEGAL MAN! ABSOLUTELY NO ONE CAN BELIEVE IT! THEY THOUGHT THAT WAS IT!

Woo: What a twist and a turn here, Pablo looks like he's been robbed!

Gomez: These are the kinds o details that get overlooked all the time, Marcus, and it may have just cost Pablo the belts!

The emotions get to Pablo and he begs and pleads with the refere, asking for confirmation that he really isn’t legal! The referee asserts that he’s not, and Pablo looks to the laid out Dawson outside the ring. He rolls out, grabbing him and throwing him into the ring. Vertigo is scrambling to get up to his feet, while Pablo rolls in and calls him up. He grabs Dawson up, but Dawson shows some life and starts clawing onto the mask of Pablo! Pablo yelps, trying to block it..

BUT DAWSON RIPS THE MASK OFF! AND HIS REACTION TELLS THE FULL STORY..

PABLO HAS ANOTHER MASK ON UNDERNEATH! Vertigo turns Dawson around and lifts him into a front bodylock! Pablo hits off the ropes for momentum! ART ATTACK! DAWSON GETS SPIKED ONTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! PABLO COVERS HIM! VERTIGO STACKS THE PIN!

ONE!



TWO!



THREEE!!!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, and NEW EWC World Tag Team Champions.. THE SILENT DISCOTECNICOS!!!

The crowd goes insane as Pablo and Vertigo roll off of Dawson, and hug one another as “All Of The Lights” blares throughout the building. Pablo takes the championships and hands one to Vertigo, as both climb the top rope and raises them up high.. And as they do, SKITTLES FALL FROM THE SKY!

As the skittles rain down on the ring, the former champions, The Heat Packers angrily recuperate outside the ring and hobble up the ramp and to the back.

Woo: IT’S RAINING SKITTLES! What a moment, The Silent Discotecnicos are your NEW tag team champions in a match that may have stolen the night!

Gomez: How is El Pablo permitted to have two masks on?! The Heat Packers were robbed from their win on the big stage because the referee didn’t disqualify them for using the table! Are you kidding me?!

Woo: Oh, don't give me that Valentina! The former champs were lucky they didn't get DQed themselves! In the end, after a hard fought battle between these teams we have NEW Tag Team Champions!

Gomez: What a damn close match this was, but we gotta roll on as WrestleFest continues.

Woo: That's right, later tonight sees our main event as Callie Clark defends the EWC Indy Championship against Dalilah Ashe...but we have plenty more going on with festivities here in Buffalo!

Camera cuts to ...

[EWC]

We open up backstage in Buffalo’s Highmark Stadium, with Aiya leaning against a nearby wall. Gone is her smug and calm demeanor, visibly replaced with a lot of anxiety and worry. Her foot taps against the floor as she attempts some breathing exercises to at least some of her nervousness. Due to not being booked for a fight tonight, Aiya’s clad in more casual clothing; jeans, a tank top, black leather jacket, sneakers, and even a pair of fingerless gloves, very much giving off a punk look to her.

Only when her name is called and she swiftly turns does a smile finally appear on her face.

”Headhuntress” Aiya: About fucking time!

The camera pans over, showing Saidie Sharpe standing in front of the Headhuntress. In addition to wearing her own street clothing, a sheepish grin can be noted on Saidie’s face. She rubs the back of her head, nervously.

Saidie: So….. I guess I've been kind of a dick lately……

She dryly chuckles awkwardly. Aiya scoffs, but manages to roll her eyes.

”Headhuntress” Aiya: Try telling me something I don’t know. Luckily, I have exactly the perfect question to ask and help figure shit out. I’m not gonna press for why you did what you did, or how you feel about ONE. Right now … I want to know something else. Us, specifically, and if you … even still want to be an item or not? I at least deserve that much for a reply.

Saidie leans against the wall, looking at Aiya but then at the floor as she speaks.

Saidie: It wasn't about you. It was never about you or us. But in order to do what I did, I couldn't have any emotional distractions…. I do want to be with you.. But I understand if you can't trust me…. I needed to be alone in order to fight Narumi and look what it got me… I couldn't even beat her. It was for nothing.

Aiya shakes her head, a small grin finally showing up on her face.

“Headhuntress Aiya: I wouldn’t say it was for nothing. You looked even better than myself when I fought against her, and that fight damn well nearly won a freaking Prime award.

A slight pause lingers in the air as Aiya lets out a shaky breath.

”Headhuntress” Aiya: You are right about one thing … things will be a bit rocky. After such a blatant display of betrayal against all of us? I am going to be a bit more cautious than usual. But …

The crowd pops as Aiya gets down on a knee, Saidie’s eyes widening as she comprehends what’s happening.

”Headhuntress” Aiya: As long as you want to work with me, I will more than happily return that favor back. I didn’t do this back in July because I wasn’t ready yet. But now that I am … Saidie Sharpe. Will you marry me?

As Saidie looks down, she sees both her necklace and promise ring in Aiya’s hands.

Saidie: Oh, Aiya….

She has a tear roll down her cheek.

Saidie: I….. Can't. With everything that's been going on with me, I'm not ready for something like that. It's not that I don't love you, but I can't make this step right now. Which means you probably hate me now.

Aiya chuckles, slowly standing back up.

“Headhuntress” Aiya: Oi, look here, my gaki baka. If I didn’t hate you for the recent fiasco you put us through … I’m not going to hate you right now. I won’t lie … a small part of me is disappointed, yes. But no is only for the engagement part. You said it yourself - you do still want to be with me. And that in itself … means a hell of a lot to me. Because for a bit? I really was scared I lost you forever.

So even if you just want to go back to the promised stage … I’d rather have that than nothing at all.

Aiya allows Saidie to put her ring back on. Meanwhile, she gets behind her lover and puts the dog tag necklace back around her neck. Once she’s done, Aiya takes a moment to admire the jewelry before softly whispering one single word.

”Headhuntress” Aiya: Okaerinasai

The couple share a kiss as the camera fades / we now return to ..

[EWC]

There are tons of Buffalo natives standing in line at the Lunch Time food truck. The three members of Lunch Time are working like crazy to fulfill orders. Pickles takes a deep breath as the Melody Malone fan from earlier reaches the front of the line. Pickles smiles.

Pickles: GREAT… news. We have skunk.

Her fake smile fades as the Malone fan nods her head.

Mel Fan: Great! I’ll take two… uh… what did you call it?

Pickles: We went with the Wild Bill.

Mel Fan: How appropriate. Two Wild Bills!

Pickles turns and mutters under her breath “you got that right.”

Pickles: TWO WILD BILLS!

Meat: Out of skunk!

Pickles: What?!

Meat: Yup. Just sold the last filet!

Pickles sighs and returns to the window. She puts on a kind smile.

Pickles: I’m so sorry, ma’am. We are out of skunk…

Frustrated, the Malone fan turns to the crowd.

Mel Fan: OUT OF SKUNK!

The crowd groans and they all clear out. No one is left in line. Exhausted, the three sit down inside of the truck.

Cheese: Well that was an adventure.

Pickles: Never again.

Meat: Are you kidding me? I think we need skunk on the menu full-time! We just made so much money off of roadkill.

Pickles: It sounds so … appetizing when you say it that way.

Meat: Free meat eats, Pickles.

Cheese: Free meat eats.

Pickles: Do I dare say that you have a point, as gross as it is?

Cheese: Dare!

Pickles: You have a point.

Meat: I knew you’d come around!

Cheese: Alright, guys. Let’s clean up. We have a long drive to Philadelphia. Day two!

The three get up and start to clean the truck up. As the scene is starting to fade out, we hear Meat from the distance.

Meat: You think they have skunks in Philly?!

[EWC]

We cut somewhere in what appears to be downtown Buffalo, watching the hustle and bustle of the nightlife quite some distance from the festivities at Highmark Stadium...when suddenly, a shimmering orange light appears, and stepping out from a portal are two curious-looking young men. One wearing a t-shirt that looks like a Superman parody with the letter K and a hammer and sickle, and the other with a bright yellow shirt that reads "I'M FROM MOSCOW". The pair are immediately stared at by the people nearby, which causes them to look at each other before the taller one speaks up first.

??: Uhhhh...Randall, I think we got lost somewhere.

The man identified as Randall nods his head in agreement, quickly reaching for what appears to be a portal gun.

Randall: For sure Kenny, let's uhhh...let's get outta here, before anyone else notices.

And just as quickly as they arrived, another shimmering orange portal transports them back out of the scene as we cut to a video submitted through Fighter Talk.

[Source] Jason Anderson The Boss said:

Tonight... tonight... tonight... something was awakened inside of me that I haven't been able to place on display in a long time. Even though I didn't walk out of that match as the winner. The curse of Wrestlesfest kick me in the ass one more time but will see about that next year.

But there one thing... no one around here can't say I didn't place on some of the best damn work and Alexander you might believe this is over it is not. I know deep down you want a single a match against me one more time... you know I want a single match with you one more time.... and next year it will happen.

He smirks.

I feel it in my bones that it will and when it does happen. We will turn the ring red but until then there is a party that me and my cousin was invited too. We both will be walking inside of this party ready to have a really great time. The Boss is ready!

He stops as he noticed that Chris and Jun look a bit worry at him as he made a sharp look at them. When he noticed that his daughter wasn't with them, he rubs his head.

I will come help your two look for her... let me get clean up....

Jason just laughs at them because Angel got away from them as Chris and Jun felt like a fool been trick by Angel.

[EWC]

EWC INDY CHAMPIONSHIP
Dalilah Ashe
VS Callie Clark

We return to ringside where the fans in Buffalo are running at fever pitch, shouting themselves hoarse as the main event descends upon WrestleFest - for the very first time in 2023.

Woo: And we are back at ringside, and feeling a little ragged ourselves, right Valentina?

Gomez: Speak for yourself, old man! I've got energy to spare and it's all because the build to this, our FIRST WrestleFest main event, has been running all season - and these two women are going to kill each other! I'm giddy, Woo!

Woo: Indeed. My colleague hasn't shut up about this one, as Prime's thrice-crowned Golden Goddess, the Undisputed Queen of the Indies, Callie Clark, clashes with long-time rival Dalilah Ashe - for not only the Indy championship, but the Prime Minister necklace that's been fought for ever since it hung around the neck of Ashe's former mentor, Scorpio.

Gomez: Stealing clothes! Slinging insults! PEPPER SPRAY! These two hate each other!

Woo: And we're going to love every, bloody and brutal moment that follows, as we await the arrival of our first competitor...

Dobrev: The following match is for one fall, and is for the EWC Indy Championship AND the Prime Minister Necklace!! Joining us first, the Most Dangerous of The Deadly Sins. She is the Beautiful Tragedy of the EWC, The Last Temptation ... DALILAH ASHE!

Ready For Combat by Icon For Hire begins to play and a purple glow illuminates the arena and a violet mist rises from the stage bringing with it the smell dying roses. The curtain parts as Dalilah Ashe appears wearing a crown of black roses and thorns which prick her pale brow bringing small drops of dark red blood. She opens her arms to hold the crowd in the long cold embrace of her contempt.

Cocking her head to one side and holding her arms stiff at her sides she begins a long zombie walk to the ring, followed closely by her handler Lacey Savage who herself walks in the shadow of her bodyguard Bedlam Briggs. Climbing stiffly up onto the apron Dalilah looms over the audience like some ancient icon of sex and death. She sneers down at them, slowly wetting her painted lips with the tip of her tongue before throwing her head back and screaming like a banshee. Sliding between the ropes with an evil expression she stares down her opponents with a look of contempt and nothing but bad intentions.

Dobrev: And her opponent, from New York, New York, and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds of blue blood and shining gold, she is YOUR Indy Champion, and the Prime Minister ... ladies, gentlemen ... now trending: The Golden Goddess CALLIE! CLAAAAAARRRRRRK!

As the intro to 'Mr. Blue Sky' plays, the air above the stage is filled with whirling lights, a vibrance of color settling soon enough on a smoldering golden hue that spreads to fill the crowd with a sunlit corona. Smoke bursts through the rafters, erupting into thick clouds that soon thrum with a new source of light - and to an uproarious response, a huge, metallic form descends into view, breaching the crowd cover with a machine whir and a pulsation of force that sends a ripple of panic through the cheap seats.

Woo: Is that... the Benatar?

Gomez: You are such a nerd.

Woo: So are you!

Gomez: Sí, but I'm a cool nerd. Like Callie Clark.

The jaunty music is at a pleasing dissonance with the formidable descent of the Guardians of the Galaxy's signature craft, as it plunges toward the stage - and misses, alighting instead at a wild angle, and with a shower of sparks, on the ramp descending toward the ring - where Dalilah Ashe awaits, snarling with displeasure at this unbelievably decadent display.

The Benetar collides off a barricade, and tips precariously onto its side, the rampway hissing open to unceremoniously eject the hulking, shirtless form of Drax-- uh, EDDIE DOZIER, the Destroyer, who curses several times as he bounces and skids off the floor, then comes up with wide eyes before dropping into a flex and a roar. Saved it, Eddie! He's further saved as behind him drop the other members of the 'Guardians', led by the swaggering forms of Actual Rocket Raccooon, Jamie Love (looking incredibly put out in black-and-white face paint, and with a bushy tail swinging from the back of his trunks) and... Groot? No, no.

It's JoJo Rush in a hastily-improvised Ghillie hood, with a bunch of bushy twigs strapped to his biceps. He's wearing a big, manic grin, and is eager to move when Jamie shoves a boot against his ass and shoves him toward Eddie. The powerhouses unite, forming an 'honor guard' at the foot of the ramp as the last three figures drop down from the ship, with considerably more poise than anyone else has managed.

Tori just looks cool as hell in her guise as blue-skinned cyborg Nebula, smirking as a few wolf whistles go up from the crowd. She's holding her friend and employer's bling - the Indy championship and gleaming PM necklace held aloft, as she steps aside to fittingly surrender the spotlight to her 'sister', Gamora, who's looking green... mean... sleek, sexy...

...and altogether an awful lot like a scowling Jack Severn crammed into a too-tight catsuit. He crosses his arms, jeers raining down--

--and then magnifying, the reception for a masked-but-entirely-identifiable Callie Clark absolutely monstrous as she hip-checks 'Gamora' aside and raises the iconic pistol of Peter Quill, better known as Star-Lord, toward the PO'd face of Dalilah Ashe. Callie has switched up the familiar look of the Guardians' erstwhile leader, trading his red jacket and eyesockets for Prime blue.

The latter blaze into life, as Ashe lets out a SCREAM of rage, and starts clearing the ropes as there's an audible record scratch.

And 'Bad Reputation' by Adelitas Way erupts into the electrified arena!

Gomez: OH MY GOD SHE IS SO FUCKING COOL!

Woo: Mr. Blue Sky heralded the arrival of Miss Blue Brand herself, the Golden Goddess, Callie Clark! This is out of this world!

Gomez: And Dalilah Ashe is soooo mad! They'd better ring the bell, we can't wait any longer!

DING DING DING

They're not even in the ring, and it's chaos at ringside as Dalilah Ashe violently storms her way past the twin colossi of 'Groot' and 'Drax', only to get cut off by an intercepting dropkick from 'Gamora'. Ashe careens off the barricade, but rolls to her feet, as 'Star-Lord' tears off her helmet and heavily slams it against the chest of the green-skinned monster Severn. Callie hisses something to him, then flashes a glare at her opponent, who screams back at her. The Guardians of the House muster around, but everything about Clark's expression and bearing tells them - she's got this. Order all but restores itself, as Clark and Ashe brawl their way into the ring, ripping and tearing at each other, tumbling in underneath the ropes - where the official is ready and waiting.

Everybody conveniently forgets about the giant spaceship parked on the ramp because the match writer has drunk too much coffee and--

--I mean holy shit, let's just have a badass wrestling match.

Woo: Blow for blow, these two have hardly begun and they just seem equally matches to me, Valentina.

Gomez: We'd better settle in, because this is a blood feud! These two women could go all night and I, for one, hope that they do!

Woo: Clark pepper-sprayed her opponent in the face on the season finale of Prime, and Ashe is looking for payback; in the form of that Indy championship and Prime Minister necklace. They can go all night if they must, but somebody is walking away with those trophies.

The Golden Goddess has yet to fully struggle out of her costume, but she gets an assist in this from the furious Ashe, who rips one arm clean off her jacket before pulling the rest free and using it as a makeshift flail, whipping her opponent over and over as Callie covers up and retreats to the corner. Tori - the only member of the House who hasn't retreated up the ramp - yells a word of encouragement and Clark sets her jaw, ducks an attempted high boot to her throat, and drives forward, hitting a swift single-leg on the Last Temptation. The wild banshee rebounds off the canvas, almost immediately regaining her footing only to-- WHAM! Be taken down by an emphatic sling blade from the Indy champ, who hits the ropes to deliver another--

--but she's cut off! Ashe catches her in mid-air, hauls the other woman across her shoulders, and hits a heavy fireman's carry slam clean in the middle of the ring! DIE MONSTER DIE! She pauses to ferociously showboat over the fallen champ...

...and Clark responds by whipping both legs up, ensnaring an arm and pulling Ashe to the ground straight into a cross armbreaker! Dalilah squirms, her shoulder on the verge of popping right from the joint as she contorts desperately, and manages to swing a wild blow into Clark's abdomen. It's an effort, but she fights her way on top, the Golden Goddess trying to transition into a kimura but losing her grip, and receiving a claw to the face for her trouble! MOMENTO MORI! Locking in the mandible claw, Ashe snarls, screeches, and with a savage effort brings Callie up to her feet only to slam her right back down, fingers testing her gag reflex as the crowd lose their minds!

Woo: Callie Clark vowed to slay her demons here tonight, but could it be those demons have other ideas?

Gomez: Ridiculous question, of course they do! Look, I love our Goddess, but Dalilah Ashe is as cruel, calculating, and vicious as she is beautiful. They're both role models in their way, Woo. This is a battle of pure will!

Woo: I can't say I agree with... all of that, but in spirit you're not wrong.

The official looks for the submission, but Callie Clark is the champion she is for a reason. She's fighting for supremacy, refusing to quit, slowly, painfully dragging her opponent toward the ropes until she's able to throw out an arm and establish a rope break. Ashe waits until the last possible instant before releasing, yanking at her hair and getting in the poor ref's face as he tries to re-iterate the rules. For a moment, Dalilah looks like she's going to grab the man, do something heinous...

But to everyone's astonishment, doubtless including his own, Callie Clark makes the unlikely save - and to no surprise, takes the opportunity to blindside her opponent with a spinning back fist to the back of that battered, beleaguered skull of the Temptress. Ashe stumbles, and eats a second sling blade as Clark whirls past her and spins acrobatically around, casting her foe back onto the canvas. Dalilah tries to roll aside, but her arm is trapped once more, and the Golden Goddess drives a knee to her throat, grinning cruelly as she garners a gurgle from the other woman, showing no mercy as she brings up her long, taloned digits--

--and SNAPS one to an explosive reaction from the capacity crowd! Ashe's expression momentarily turns to something almost rapturous, and then she screams in pain as she should, thrashing against the mat, bucking on instinct like a snared beast. Clark has to lower an arm to stop herself tumbling aside, and then eats a knee to the jaw as Dalilah squirms halfway to her feet and lashes out. Both of them stumble from the impact, but Ashe's pain flares into something else - something predatory, and she slithers behind, hitting a low-angle poisonrana, driving the skull of her opponent into the mat! And diving to secure the pin before anybody can react!

ONE...



TW-- KICKOUT!

Woo: It's much too early to take down the Golden Goddess.

Gomez: She's got to try - sooner or later she could run out of fingers!

Both women are on their feet all too quickly, slinging blows back and forth as they were at the start of the match. One of Ashe's arms is heavily damaged, and so she fires off kicks from that side instead, her own attacks thus far having done enough damage that Callie is perhaps flagging the more overall - a tiny bit slower, a fraction behind on absorbing these strikes. She lands on one knee, and then Dalilah Ashe makes her first real mistake; dismissively seizing the arms, setting up for an all-too-familiar strike that Callie Clark has perfectly scouted because it's her own, highly-lauded, incredibly destructive move. She blocks the Kamigoye by falling backwards abruptly, arching underneath it, ripping free an arm, and hastily hooking the leg to roll Ashe into a pin!

ONE...



TWO...



KICKOUT!

The Last Temptation is shocked and angry as she sprawls away from the pin, pulling herself up in the corner, and just turning in time as Clark launches in with a high running knee, catching herself on the turnbuckle. Ashe slides a leg up, going again for the throat, and this time she collides - but Callie has positioned herself high enough she's able to eat the attempted choke by flopping up and over the top rope, bouncing off the apron on her way down but managing to roll to her feet. She lunges back toward the ring, eating a second boot to the face for her haste, and then Ashe steps up onto the middle rope--

--and tumbles over the top, whipping her willowy form into an explosive headscissor takedown, sending Clark SEARING up and over the Spanish announce table, into the barricade. The crowd are on her, cajoling and insulting the Ace of the House, who raises vitriolic protest only for the numbers game to play against her; an entire drink is dumped over her head! She's drenched!

Dalilah Ashe CACKLES at this display, but wastes no more time in leaping over the table herself, tumbling into a crossbody that sends the pair of them up and over into the incredibly toxic, anti-Goddess crowd. Chaos reigns once more, as the two women throw heavy, messy hands, yanking each other's hair and clawing at each other's faces, more technical and destructive forms getting countered into more plain brutality that sends the almost-blissed-out Ashe and the soaking wet, fuming Clark staggering this way and that.

Callie grabs a teenage boy in a Sunny Skye t-shirt and launches him at Ashe, who grabs him, momentarily smolders at him before realizing just how young he is, and flings him right back. Clark slides between his legs, pops up and immediately entraps the Last Temptation's arms, wrenching her around and off of her feet, onto her knees--

--and into the THOR'S HAMMER! Kamigoye! Somebody lands it!

Ashe starts to fall, and Clark pulls her into a rear chokehold, wrenching on her neck, leaning in close to offer snide, mocking remarks in her ear, as she walks the Last Temptation back to the barricade. The crowd try to intervene, but 'Nebula' (Tori) is there to corral them, clearing a path for Callie who twists Ashe around to the look at the fans who are, by default, on Dalilah's side.

Then, she bounces her skull off the barricade, catches her on the rebound, and hits a brutal modified neckbreaker!

Woo: Callie called her shot before the match, pointing out the many concussions suffered by Dalilah Ashe this season.

Gomez: Smart move, targeting the head and neck now she's taken away one of Dalilah's weapons - that's how a champion does it, Woo.

Tori gives the assist again, bundling Ashe up and over the barricade - completely ignoring the protestations of the official, if not his slowly-administered count as he tries to restore order. From there, Callie's able to drag her under the bottom rope and back into the ring, pausing for breath and to bite her proverbial thumb at the jeering, booing crowd.

Far from done with the Last Temptation, she mounts up and throws hands, mixing in mocking open hand slaps with heavy forearms, threatening to spin out into another armbar only to slide halfway to her feet and drop a knee atop Ashe's skull, grinding her into the canvas! The fans have definitively chosen their side, Clark working them into intense hatred as she takes her time abusing the other woman.

But Ashe has plenty of tricks of her own, and she weathers the storm until Callie goes for a cocky pin, standing with one foot on the Last Temptation's chest - being very particular and bitchy about the precise placement of her boot - and raising her arms to receive the 'adulation' she believes she's due. The official drops to count...

And Dalilah explodes to life, dazed and bleeding from her forehead from repeated strikes as she seizes a knee, and twists it savagely, dropping Clark onto her flank. She gets a leg up and drops a heel to the temple of the Golden Goddess, then bends lithely to secure an arm, lock in a half-Nelson, and gain her footing with a shrill roar, RIPPING Callie up and over into a devastating half-and-half suplex! As if to add insult to injury, she maintains her hold and swings into a Fujiwara armbar, twining her fingers through Callie's own, isolating the digits in an all-too familiar manner - and then, rather than break them...

She shoves them into her mouth and bites down hard, gnashing and grinding the fragile bones!

Gomez: Ngh, YEEESSS! If she keeps this up I'm switching sides!

Woo: If she keeps this up I'm going to vomit it, do you know how much bacteria is in the human mouth? Let alone--

Gomez: Don't you dare disrespect one of our role models, Woo.

Ashe is cruel, but she's not stupid, and she doesn't push her luck on merely inflicting pain. Letting Clark's bloodied fingers fall away, she shifts over the top of her, pulling the other woman's frame forward and against her own, pulling her up into position for a Tiger Driver '91. She staggers as she gets Callie up, the light briefly flickering from her eyes--

--but manages to hold firm, licking her lips and staring out at the crowd, who surprise her with an AFFIRMATIVE POP--

--before she drops, and DRIVES Callie Clark back into the canvas with the DIE, MY DARLING!! Gasping, she makes the cover...

ONE...



TWO...



TH-- KICKOUT!!

Ashe is beside herself, pulling at her hair, barely constraining a full-blown tantrum as she realizes she has to dig a little deeper still. Clark is crawling away, her injured hand shaking, leaving smears of blood behind as she makes her way to the corner and pulls herself halfway up. They've danced this dance before, and Dalilah is soon enough upon her--

--but she's caught, Clark bounding upright, seizing the back of her head, and plowing the other woman's face into the turnbuckle. Ashe staggers backwards, and WHAM! Eats another spinning backfist that sends her whirling through three hundred and sixty degrees! Her knees buckle, but Callie is relentless, driving forward with forearms, forcing the other woman half across the canvas, half through the freaking air until her back collides against the opposite corner post. Callie lunges forward, steps up, and nails her with a high knee!

Ashe is pissing blood from her head, a crimson mask soon enough surrounding her fierce, determined eyes as Callie keeps on laying in with strikes, then seizes her one last time and hurls her unceremoniously into the center of the ring. Raving, she points to ringside, where Tori holds up the belt and the necklace, smiling ear-to-ear as Ashe shoots her a dazed glare, then looks back to Clark--

--just in time for the verbal barrage to culminate, in a wild scissoring rush that brings the tip of Clark's knee lancing up--

AND CLEAN THROUGH THE AIR! DALILAH ASHE HURLS HERSELF ASIDE!

Woo: That knee almost landed with pinpoint precision on Dalilah Ashe's jaw, and even the Last Temptation couldn't weather that blow. She barely survives here, and looks like she's seen her own ghost flash before her eyes!

Gomez: I don't think that's a saying, but you're right, that would have ended it for sure!

Clark stumbles, and then in a blur Dalilah Ashe is behind her, leaping up, legs momentarily around her waist from behind, before she seizes a headlock. In alarm, Callie tries to flip her over, and only succeeds...

In consigning her own fate to a front-flip stunner, the crowd on their feet as Clark pinwheels backwards, and Ashe rolls to her feet, wiping some of the clotting blood from her face, sizing up her opponent as she starts to fall. All animal once more, she sweeps in, spins her around into position... for the Last Caress. A rupture of excitement runs through the arena, hatred still pouring down for Clark but so much of the crowd rallying to what seems to be a brand new champion, as Ashe leans in, seductive even in her celerity...

And plants a momentarily-lingering kiss on Clark's lips.

The moment is all it takes. Ashe spins them both in the opposite direction, and the champ over-rotates, quite deliberately, landing in a desperate stagger ON HER FEET! Dalilah's back bounces off the canvas, and she's a little slow in regaining her own footing, giving Clark time to scramble inside her Star-Lord cargo pants, and pull out an object that the Last Temptation has seen before.

Felt before.

PSSSSST! The pepper spray is fired off, to an expulsion of loathing from the fans who don't want to see their main event end this way. Trash rains down on ringside, but does so prematurely, as Dalilah Ashe barks a peal of wild laughter, pulling her arm away from her face, and dismissively smacking the canister from Clark's hand. A finger is wagged in the champ's face--

--and she snatches it in turn, but her grasping hand is bloody and tooth-marked, and Ashe counters it with a cruel, ice-fire twist, lips curling as her gaze briefly sweeps the crowd... and then Callie Clark is being swept backwards again, back into the same position!

This time, the kiss is FIRM. Voracious. Hungry. And lingers less; what follows is a destructive whirl that introduces Clark to the mat with a finality that rings like a tombstone falling upon a fresh grave. A KISS BEFORE DYING!! SHE GETS ALL OF IT!

The crowd scream along eagerly.

"ONE!"



"TWO!!"



"THREE!!!"


NO!
K I C K O U T !

The official's hand has stopped, deadly still, a millimeter from the canvas. Silence descends, before the crowd noise ruptures anew, a force fit to burst eardrums cascading across the arena as the Golden Goddess lives up to her name, her season, her legacy, and emphatically denies the Last Temptation her overdue prize. Ashe rolls onto her knees, gasping for breath, panic fluttering in her chest and madness in her eyes as she forces herself to stare across at the Indy champ, who's already on her feet.

One arm drips blood, and Clark is covered in bruises of her own, her hair tangled, her makeup smeared. Ashe's lipstick coating her lips.

There's plenty of time for Dalilah Ashe to move, but she meets the champion's gaze and hesitates, her own narrowing in hatred.

The hesitation is enough.

WHAM!!! Callie Clark covers the distance in a blur, a meteorite of pure force and refusal to lay down and quit. A champion's knee impacts, cleanly and precisely, the jaw of a challenger who's been no less tenacious. No easier to put away.

Ashe hits the canvas, and Clark dives on top of her, barking an order at the official!

ONE!



Callie breaks the count abruptly, of her own volition, pulling Ashe up by the hair and sliding to stand with her, maliciously cranking the neck and risking god-knows-what-damage as she slings the other woman around like a puppet on a string, putting her back onto her knees with a few, curt, damning slaps as if telling her - 'We do this my way. We're not done until I SAY we're done.' The crowd hates every second of it, and they only seem to further fuel the Golden Goddess as she adjusts her hair, preening despite all the damage done and the mounting exhaustion, the sweat and the blood. She started this season her way--

--and that's how she damn well means to end it. AGAIN she connects with that knee! REALITY WARPS!! Bending the EWC to her will, enforcing her own reality with a second iteration of the damning V-Trigger, that Ashe escaped only once...

...and eats, cleanly, twice, finally falling still as Callie moves to cover her.

ONE!



TWO!!



TH-



THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: Your winner, via pinfall, and STILL the EWC Indy Champion ... trending, now and possibly forever: CALLIE CLARK!

It's a clean win, a statement from the champion who had to make it her way, as brutally as possible - to cap and seal her rise to power over this past year. But she doesn't look happy about it, at least initially, berating the official for counting too slow, for hesitating on the final strike of his hand, and then shoving him aside to jack her jaw at Ashe, who stares up at her, her expression glazed and 'nobody home' to what seems all intents and purposes. The crowd make their displeasure known, and it's their ever-pliant disdain that drags Clark back to herself. Shaking off the injuries and the pain, the obvious weariness that threatens to hunch her shoulders and ruin her feigned perfect posture, the Golden Goddess takes her prizes and moves to the turnbuckle one last time, to a reception in which she glories - because she knows what she's done. She knows what she did.

And she means to keep doing it.

Woo: For Callie Clark, this was the punctuation point on what must be one of the most meteoric rises we've ever seen, Valentina. A shame she had to dig deep for some underhanded tricks, but she only almost paid the price. There's no arguing with the end result.

Gomez: There really isn't. Dalilah Ashe is a formidable woman, but the Golden Goddess put her down not once, but twice, putting the entire Prime roster on blast in the process. 'Come and get me, if you dare'. You have to love it, Woo.

Woo: I really don't, and neither do most of our fans, but I think that's exactly how Callie Clark likes it. This victory on the biggest stage, at the culmination of an undefeated year in singles competition, does bring up the further question, though - can Jack Severn really be the leader of the House, when this woman exists? When she reigns so supreme?

Gomez: Maybe that's a question for another season, Woo. For now, she's our Indy Champion, and Prime's Prime Minister. She earned all that, and stands at the very top of this sport. What an end to her year, and what a start to WrestleFest!

Woo: Indeed. But we've got three more days ahead of us, and so it's congratulations, Callie Clark, better luck next time, Dalilah Ashe - though we trust there will be a next time - and goodnight to the fans - for now.

We fade on a rampant arena, watching the Golden Goddess bathed in alternating blue and gold lights.

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WARNING: 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.

T H E  E X T R E M E  W R E S T L I N G  C O R P O R A T I O N  P R E S E N T S
A  Q U A D  B R A N D  P A Y - P E R - V I E W  E V E N T

WRESTLEFEST XXI

4 DAY WRESTLING FESTIVAL

Brought to you by Under Armour, PS5 and Dr Pepper 


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DECEMBER 15TH-18TH 2023
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LIVE! From Lincoln Financial Field in Philadelphia, PA!

EWC WRESTLEFEST XXI

Commentators: Marcus Woo & Valentina Gomez
Backstage Reporter: Ace Heart & Pepper Montana

Announcer: Nina Dobrev
Senior Referee: Toyo Yasahiro
Referees: John Dean & Niklaus Forbes

"Something In The Way" by Seether begins to blast throughout Lincoln Financial Field in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania!

Video footage detailing historic events over the EWC's history.

From March 1997 all the way down to the most recent episodes of Monday Night Brawl, Friday Night Rampage, Paramount Wrestling and EWC Prime!

Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Danny Mac and Steve "The Predator" Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator, The Rev, Luke Wolfe, Natalie Young, Candy, Dominic Sanders, Cyrus Black, Melody Malone, Scorpio, Xavier Reid, Jordan Sharpe, Stitches, Ace King, Killjoy Ito, Melody Malone, Lavender, and Narumi Tsutsumi all with the EWC Undisputed Championship prior to Xavier Reid regaining the top prize at the EWC Rumble XX.

This is followed by highlights of showcasing current EWC Champions:


Xavier Reid

JoJo Rush

Chris Page

Ibuki Ito

Callie Clark

Stitches

Cosmo Goldworthy

Marcu$ $t John

"Headhuntress" Aiya

Sunny Skye

The Heat Packers

The opening pyros hit and here we go.

The energy in Lincoln Financial Field is electrifying as the crowd roar in cheers, anticipating an amazing Day 2 of WrestleFest XXI. Spotlights circle around the Stadium as the sold out 70,000 fans in attendance are shown in a wide angle shot.

The camera then zooms around the arena showing the fans in a closer look.

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IT'S SCORRRRRRRRPPIIIIIOOOOO

ACE? KING? JACK? QUEEN? IS THIS A WRESTLING SHOW OR A POKER MATCH

I BLEED RED, WHITE AND ITO

VIPER BIT ME

IT TOOK ME TWO BUSES, A TRAIN AND A CAB TO GET HERE FROM YESTERDAY

BEEN EATING SINCE LUNCH TIME

JACK IS A REAL ACEHOLE

Fireworks emit outside FNB Stadium and then all around the ring while a fog machine covers the venue in a red, green, orange and blue haze! Fans stand up, pumping their fists and raising signs as the camera feed pans to each one of them. One last round of fireworks blast out now, and we turn our attention to Marcus Woo and Valentina Gomez.

Woo: Hello folks and welcome back to EWC WrestleFest XXI! Once again, I'm Marcus Woo along with Valentina Gomez, and a whole lotta traveling after last night's main event has brought us to Philadelphia for Day 2!

Gomez: I am still slightly exhausted from the journey, but also hyped beyond compare for another day of great wrestling action and fun Marcus!

Woo: That's right Valentina, and what a lineup today is set to bring us!

Gomez: Today sees a mix of non-title AND championship bouts! We'll be kicking things off later today by crowning a new EWC NextGen Champion as Kenzie Ford, Maxi Menendez-Mendoza, ZERO, and Viper square off to see who wears the gold with pride going into next season!

Woo: What a four-way elimination match that's going to be, with only one taking hold the title! Our second match sees Jack Severn and Ace King trying to finally settle the score as they face off in singles competition, though one can imagine such a grudge match getting real brutal real quick. 

Gomez: Dominance will finally be proven in a feud that has been on and off the past couple years! The third match of the day sees the EWC North American Championship on the line as Sally Talfourd looks to take the title away from Ibuki Ito! 

Woo: With the Magician also gearing up to challenge for the EWC Undisputed Championship on Monday night, I can't help but wonder if she will be focused on this title match...but if there's anyone who can it's Sally Talfourd! Our main event of Day 2 sees us sending Scorpio off into retirement...but not before he looks to settle some old business with Melody Malone!

Gomez: I think this is the first time we've seen an Insanity Cage in play outside of Night of Champions...it's certainly the first time we've seen two competitors go through it one-on-one!

Woo: Still, what a way to close out the in-ring action on Day 2!

Gomez: And that's not even accounting all the fun we're about to have in and around Lincoln Financial Field! I heard Lunch Time is cooking up something delicious in their food truck and uhhh...I'm gonna grab a bite to eat pretty shortly.

Woo: Haha, I can't say I blame you! The action in EWC is bound to work up an appetite, and we want to thank you fans for joining us whether it's on Pay-Per-View or on EWCTV!

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[EWC]

As WrestleFest XXI Day 2 opens, we instead find ourselves on the road. KU sits in the driver seat, while Cruz Macaque sits to his right in the passenger seat. KU's face is a tad bit swollen, and there is a biting silence in the car.

Cruz: Sorry uh, that I slapped you so hard. How's your face.

KU: I'll live. Don't be. I was the asshole.

Cruz: That's not what Reddit and twitter say.

Cruz unlocks her phone, sighs and does a doom scroll of hate comments and then closes it.

KU: Next time I'll say harder daddy and that'll turn things around.

Cruz snorts as she laughs and throws her phone on the dash.

Cruz: And least we weren't the most awkward couples segment yesterday.

KU: Oof yea. Never thought I'd feel bad for Saidie Sharpe.

The duo share a laugh.

Cruz: So what did you do working security for a hospital for 7 months?

KU: Honestly jack-shit. Incredibly boring. I was able to find and purchase a N64 and I was playing through Ogre Battle 64 most of the time.

Cruz: Damn playing a N64, trying to seduce me and everyone else within a ten mile radius.

KU: An orgy a day keeps the doctor away.

The duo again share a laugh, and the tension in the air has subsided.

Crus: Speaking of orgies... How you feeling about this clusterfuck on Monday?

KU: I feel really good. I thought there would be rust, but sparring with Toni. It's all comeback so naturally. I'm meeting him on location for another sparring sesh, but yea. I feel good.

Cruz: Wish we had the time to watch today's show.

KU gives a nod.

KU: I'm quite interested in Ace King Vs Jack Severn. Given how last years WrestleFest went.

KU's mind races back to last year's Monday Event. With Jack Severn hoisting him up and spiking him on the top of his head with a Ganzo bomb.

KU: And speaking of that. This year gives me a chance to redeem my previous Monday loss.

Cruz: Can I be there ring-side?

KU takes his eyes off the road for a second to turn and give Cruz a smile.

KU: I wouldn't have it any other way.

KU turns his attention back to the road, Cruz gives a big smile and grabs her phone to keep scrolling.

KU: Alright you nosey fuckers, that's enough.

KU looks up in the rearview mirror at the camera-man in the backseat, and soon we fade out.

[EWC]

The camera feed opens and we see Primadonna.

Primadonna: Bet you weren’t expecting to see me. I’m here to catch up with the people of WrestleFest. Like this guy.

She turns the camera to a man in a blue boilersuit.

Primadonna: Hi there, what’s your name?

Boilersuit: Tom.

Primadonna: That’s a lovely name. Do you work out?

Tom: I work outside. I don’t do much else to keep fit. My wife says I should join a gym in the new year.

Primadonna: So there’s a wife?

Tom: Yeah.

Primadonna: Don’t you worry Tom. I know a place you can go if you want to work up a sweat.

Tom: Erm…

Primadonna: So what do you do?

Tom: I’m a camera operator for EWC.

Primadonna: I’ll be sure to show you my good side.

Tom: …

Primadonna: What’s some of the highlights you’ve filmed?

Tom: I was there for the end of 777. Not a highlight for him but I was able to be there and get some shocked reactions. Had I turned the camera on myself you would have seen a similar reaction. The whole stadium was stunned. Never heard such a hush.

Primadonna turns to the camera

Primadonna: We need to take a break now while I help Tim have some happy reactions. See you all later.

She grabs Tom by the hand and leads him off somewhere as the camera fades out.

[EWC]

We see Emma Louise. She looks up at the camera and hides something behind her back.

Emma Louise: You sneaky people. You found me eating my custard. I don’t even know why? Is there nothing else happening? Follow me.

She walks out of the room with the camera following. As they follow her along a corridor, we can hear moans of ‘Oh Tom!’ coming from a closet.

Emma Louise: There are food trucks, fans and other wrestlers all over the place. Go and annoy them and let me eat my custard!

Emma Louise walks off. The camera fades out.

[EWC]

At Gorilla, Luce Cannon is hyping up his tag partner Maxi. The two are approached by Pepper Montana who asks Maxi.

Pepper: Maxi, as someone who was in attendance when your grandfather, El Verde won the world title, I must say it is an honor to see you compete today for the NextGen Championship. Do you have any thoughts going into your match tonight.

Maxi shrugs and plays it cool, complete with a smile.

Maxi: I can't lie to you, Pepper, I never thought I'd ever compete on a stage as big as this, with competitors as great as Viper, Kenzie, and ZER0- but I want to honor the Menendez-Mendoza family name. Because at the end of the day?

Maxi gives Luce a bang on the chest behind him.

Maxi: Our name is all we got. For me, I have to live up to a name built by my ancestors, and what better way to do that than beating the best NextGen can offer? I'll finally be allowed to return to my home in Mexico and see my wonderful family. To show the world that the past, the present, and the future is Lucha-Libre. It took some work, but I got Mi familia in attendance. The great El Verde himself! With family in my corner, nothing bad can possibly happen to me.

Pepper: Well kid, I'm rooting for you--

Si Senior begins to play over the PA system, queuing Maxi to nod to Pepper and take his leave. The interview cuts off and the feed cuts to black.

[EWC]

EWC NEXTGEN CHAMPIONSHIP
FATAL FOURWAY ELIMINATION MATCH
Kenzie Ford
VS Maxi Menendez-Mendoza
VS ZERO
VS Viper

We return to ringside where we meet up with Marcus Woo and Valentia Gomez for our day two opening bout.

Woo: Welcome to DAY TWO of EWC’s twenty-first installment of Wrestlefest, I’m joined once again by my partner Valentia Gomez, and we’re opening up with four superstars who are looking to make their mark on EWC in a big way.

Gomez: Last year we had a six person challenge, but today its a four way elimination match to see who gets to carry the NextGen championship through the 2024 season, and who’s going to earn themselves a spot on the main roster next season!

Woo: All four of these superstars-in-training have been on great runs this season, racking up wins left and right, but can they keep up the momentum when we’re surrounded by over 100,000 screaming fans? Valentia, this is their first real experience with what comes with that EWC contract.

Gomez: Hope they don’t have stage fright, because this match is starting NOW!

Dobrev: The following match is a fatal four way elimination match to determine the NextGen CHAMPION! Joining us first, from the Snake Pit, weighing in at 130 pounds ... VIPER!

”Viper” by Derivakat begins to play over the PA system as Viper comes out from backstage, snake coiled around her neck and arm. She gives the crowd a disdainful look, eyes scanning over the crowd as she heads into the ring.

Dobrev: Next, from San Diego, California weighing in at 201 pounds ... MAXI MENENDEZ-MENDOZA!

”Si Señor” by Control Machete begins and Maxi Menendez-Mendoza comes out, all smiles to the Philadelphia crowd. He slaps a few hands, not seeming to be bothered by the crowd in attendance as he curves along the entrance ramp, finding his grandfather ringside. He leans in, forehead to his grandfather’s as he says something inaudible before he climbs up onto the apron of the ring. Entering with a flourish, he looks over to Viper with a nod of his head as she rolls her eyes in return.

Dobrev: Coming to the ring, from Miami Florida, weighing in at 120 pounds ... KENZIE FORD!

”Levitating” by Dua Lipa begins and Kenzie seems to finally be in her element, in front of a capacity crowd. She throws her hands in the air, pantomiming a championship around her waist and manifesting for herself. She makes her way down to the ring, pausing at the ring steps as she sees a sign ‘Built Ford Flawless’ draped over the barricade. She grabs the sign, holding it up for a respectable pop from the crowd before handing it back and climbing up the stairs and into the ring.

Dobrev: And finally, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 305 pounds ... ZERO!

The lights turn down as ‘Zero’ by Vanna begins to play. ZERO comes out from behind the curtain, an imposing mass of man that casts a shadow over the entrance ramp. His walk is slow and methodical, somewhere between stalking the three already in the ring and contemplating nothingness. His gaze stays fixed on the ring, taking no notice of anyone else in the stadium as he finally reaches the ring and rolls in beneath the bottom rope. He lumbers to his feet, the official giving him the cursory pat down before nodding to the ringside official.

DING DING DING

The NextGen crew wastes no time, as Maxi, Kenzie and Viper all band together to try and eliminate the big man early. A barrage of forearms, fists, and kicks rain down on ZERO, threatening to topple him to his knees before ZERO hulks out, throwing his arms out and sending the three smaller competitors aside. They swarm in again, this time taking a more reasonable approach as Kenzie and Viper both grab an arm, throwing all their weight behind whipping ZERO toward the ropes. He comes ricocheting back, right toward Maxi who pops ZERO right on the chin with a superkick. He doesn’t go down, and this time it’s Maxi who grabs Kenzie by the arm and whips her toward ZERO. Kenzie throws herself toward ZERO with a flying clothesline, but it still doesn’t bring down ZERO. Both Kenzie and Maxi grab Viper now, whipping her toward ZERO, and Viper leaps forward with her knees tucked up and crashes into ZERO with a meteora. He stumbles, but once more refuses to fall down. All three look at one another, bewildered, before finally the trio connect flush with a chorus of superkicks to ZERO and he FINALLY drops down to a knee. Maxi rolls out of the ring, sizing up ZERO before he makes a dash for Rolling Thunder Stunner! The stunner sends ZERO to his back as Maxi scrambles to make the cover. Kenzie goes for a high five to Viper before she eats a forearm to the mouth. Kenzie stumbles back as Maxi only manages a 2 count before ZERO emphatically yeets Maxi about four feet aside.

Woo: All three of them were attempting to take out ZERO, but it looks like the partnership might’ve already soured between Kenzie and Viper!

Gomez: Don’t forget Woo, it was Ford who served up Viper her first loss. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was still bitter about it.

Maxi scrambles back to his feet, looking to keep the pressure on ZERO as his previous compatriots have decided they’re no longer interested in eliminating the biggest man in the match. Kenzie hauls off and slaps Viper in the mouth, and Viper responds with a forearm in retaliation. Both women turn this into an utter slugfest in the center of the ring, as Maxi drops knee after knee onto ZERO. However, his momentum is halted as he drops once more and ZERO rolls aside. Maxi’s knee eats mat, and the third generation lucha grasps his knee with a grimace. ZERO is back to his feet now, grabbing Maxi’s head like it was a basketball before he hurls Maxi into the brawling ladies, sending all three of them down to the canvas. Maxi rolls through, continuing to the apron and out of the ring and Kenzie follows suit. Both she and Maxi shake the cobwebs out ringside, as ZERO looks out of the ring to the two of them before looking back down to Viper who is getting her own wits about her. ZERO plucks Viper up with ease, the poison princess thrashing violently trying to get away before ZERO simply ejects her from the ring and straight into the waiting Kenzie and Maxi outside the ring. All three drop in a heap, the crowd booing in response though ZERO shows no reaction to their distaste. ZERO leaves the ring himself now, taking stock of the carnage ringside before he grabs hold of Maxi right in front of his grandfather! El Verde says a few words of encouragement to Maxi, but this seems to have the opposite effect as ZERO is the one who cocks his head to the side in response. ZERO hauls off, clubbing Maxi with a chop to the chest that threatens to concave him like Kofi Kingston. Maxi yelps, clutching his chest as he attempts to keep breathing, meanwhile ZERO knocks aside the top set of steel stairs, exposing a nice flat metal platter to serve up Maxi on. A metallic clank can be heard from the opposite end of the ring, Viper now sending Kenzie face first into the steel ring post. She cackles, and ZERO takes exception to the sounds of violence he’s not orchestrating. In response, ZERO drives a knee into Maxi’s midsection, winding him once more before he grabs the top of the stairs and pins Maxi’s neck down against the steel platform. Maxi thrashes about, trying to relieve the pressure from his neck as his face turns redder by the moment. ZERO presses down harder, the official now arguing for him to relent before he collapses the poor Mexican’s windpipe. The referee motions to the timekeeper, signaling that Maxi is unconscious. Before the official can make any announcement, ZERO lifts the steel from Maxi’s throat. A collective sigh of relief goes up in the crowd, only to be ripped from the air as ZERO obliterates the steel against Maxi’s skull. A shriek is heard ringside, and El Verde is knocked to his seat in horror. Blood seeps from the stairs, ZERO staring down at his handiwork without a hint of emotion.

Woo: OH MY GOD! What has ZERO done!?

Gomez: We’ve got to get medical out here!

Kenzie, who’s gotten the upper hand on Viper in the opposite corner at this point, looks at the horrific scene and then to Viper, cursing under her breath as she hauls up the red head and slaps her across the face once more for good measure. She yells at her, pointing over to ZERO who has now turned his attention to the ladies in the ring. Viper glares at Kenzie, but catches sight of the medical staff racing down with a stretcher to attend to Maxi. Reluctantly, Viper nods and both she and Kenzie break away in opposite directions, forcing ZERO to choose his next move. ZERO turns towards Viper, grabbing for a handful of hair as she attempts to evade the big man. She manages to avoid being caught for a moment, but the big man’s wingspan gives him the edge as he tangles his hand in her hair and yanks her backward. He pulls her in, shoving her into position for a powerbomb. As he hoists her up, Kenzie makes her move and chop blocks ZERO right in the knee. It’s enough to give Viper the opening she needs to throw all of her weight into a hurracanrana that spins ZERO onto his back. Viper goes for the cover as Kenzie exits the ring and starts searching under the apron for something. ZERO powers out before 2, Viper easily being pushed aside. Viper stomps down on The Void, trying to wear him down as much as she can as he slowly gets to his knees in spite of her efforts. Viper yells at Kenzie to come help get the big man eliminated, before Kenzie reappears with a pair of handcuffs in her hand. Kenzie and Viper both attempt to put the boots to ZERO. but ZERO is back to a vertical base and his impressive strength begins to shine through. Viper’s leg is caught as she attempts another kick, and ZERO throws it down with authority, dropping Viper down onto her face. Kenzie’s slap is intercepted, ZERO wrenching her arm behind her back as she shrieks in pain. He walks her out toward the middle of the ring, attempting to set her up for Dividing by ZERO. Viper is back to her feet now, taking off at a run toward ZERO. He releases Kenzie, instead snatching the incoming Viper with the Black Hole Slam! Viper is laid out, and ZERO goes for a pinfall. Kenzie breaks it up at 2, and the crowd’s “OOOOOOH” says everything, as ZERO turns his head slowly in her direction. Kenzie holds her hands up, arguing her case before he gets to his feet and begins to stalk after her. Kenzie backs herself into the corner, pleading as ZERO raises a hand high in the air to chop right down onto Kenzie. Ford ducks, ZERO’s hand chopping right down onto the top turnbuckle instead. The reverb stuns him, and Kenzie seizes the moment to slap the handcuff onto ZERO’s meaty wrist. She closes the other cuff to the turnbuckle before she slips out of the corner with a very satisfied grin on her face. ZERO goes to follow suit, but realizes he’s stuck in place before yanking hard on the handcuff. Kenzie takes the opportunity to drop a few boots into Viper for good measure, dragging her closer to the further corner before she climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Shooting Star Press! She hooks the leg of Viper as all ZERO can do is watch.

Woo: And Viper has been eliminated! Kenzie Ford played it smart, but this match isn’t over until there’s only one person left standing…

Gomez: That might not be Kenzie by the end of this….

As Valentia finishes her sentence, the crowd gasps before going silent and all that can be heard other than the shutter clicks of cameras, is the sickening crunch of twisting metal. Kenzie slowly turns around, and ZERO takes a step out of the corner with a dangling chain of metal hanging from his wrist. The all consuming Void has ripped the metal chain apart, freeing himself from the corner as Kenzie’s face pales. She exits the ring, looking to play a bit of cat and mouse with the bigger man as ZERO follows behind her. She slides into the ring, preparing to rain boots down on him as she eyes him coming up to the apron, but ZERO has learned from his match with Frankie Sanchez in Chicago, and instead of letting Kenzie get some free licks in, he grabs her planted ankle and pulls her down to the mat. Kenzie lands hard, head snapping back off of the ring and ZERO pulls her to the outside. He grabs her around the waist, wrenching her backward with a release belly to back suplex. Kenzie skids, finally coming to a halt against the barricade. ZERO keeps an eye on Kenzie, as she gets back to her feet and ZERO comes barreling in with the Oblivion Boot! Kenzie is sent backwards over the barricade into the EWC crowd. ZERO steps over the barricade, retrieving Kenz and hauling her up over his shoulder. He gets back ringside, rolling Kenzie into the ring before following close behind. ZERO pulls Kenzie to her feet, pinning her face first against the turnbuckle as she chokes her out. He says nothing, but the placement of Kenzie clearly puts her face into view of the snapped handcuff and even the densest motherfucker can put two and two together. The official steps in, arguing ZERO to let her go, despite the no DQ nature of the match. Kenzie slumps, and ZERO releases his hold as he attempts to set her up for Dividing by ZERO. Ford, however, pops her eyes open as she’s played possum, and slips out of the corner between ZERO’s legs. She goes running toward the other corner with ZERO in pursuit. She pulls the referee in the way, but this time ZERO doesn’t hesitate and stop himself. He barrels right through the official and Kenzie both into the corner as all three hit hard and bounce back out. The official is OUT, and one of the ringside officials jumps in to check on the action. ZERO has stumbled back onto his rear end, and Kenzie woozily stumbles from the corner. ZERO gets back to his feet, the official checking on both of them before Kenzie tries to make lightning strike twice. She ducks behind ZERO, leaving him face to face with the referee as she goes low, much like she did at the NextGen finale. However this time, a loud clank is heard and Kenzie yelps, bouncing on one foot as ZERO very nearly lets the faintest smirk slip out.

Gomez: Ford went to the well, but it’s dry!

ZERO turns around, picking up Kenzie with ease before dropping her down hard with a powerbomb. Instead of opting for a cover, ZERO decides to turn this up a level and exits the ring. He flips the apron up, pulling out a trash can lid, a steel chair, and a lead pipe all out into the ringside area. He pulls out a pink sparkly makeup train case marked “KENZIE’S DO NOT TOUCH” on it, presumably where the handcuffs came from. He huffs, tossing it aside before he pulls a table out from under the ring. ZERO tosses the chair and trash can lid into the ring before sliding the table in under the bottom rope. Kenzie makes an attempt to intervene, grabbing the trash can lid before ZERO hauls off with the lead pipe and catches Kenzie. The pipe crumples the trash can lid into Kenz, who shrieks and drops it whilst checking her face. She rolls from the ring, patting at her nose to be sure she’s not bleeding before she sees the train case. She makes a move for it, but ZERO stomps his foot atop it to prevent her from opening it up. Instead, he pie faces Kenzie onto her backside and reaches down to see what she was so eager to retrieve. As soon as he opens the lid, setting power flies up and into his face, temporarily blinding the big man. Kenzie takes the opening and climbs up onto the apron to jump down at ZERO, grabbing him by the neck and driving him down on the outside with a reverse DDT. She tries to pull ZERO to his feet to get him back into the ring, largely failing as she leans against the ring apron with an exhausted look on her face. She instead gets into the ring, letting ZERO slowly come to as she looks at the steel chair and table in the ring. The crowd begins to stir, the idea of the table becoming VERY enticing. Kenzie starts to set up the table, the crowd cheering louder as she does. ZERO gets back to his feet, climbing into the ring under the bottom rope. He swings for Kenz, meaty hand narrowly missing her as he slaps the table top. Kenzie almost jumps at the sheer sound, but focuses back on the task at hand as she grabs the steel chair. She clobbers ZERO with all her might, the big man wobbling on shaky legs. She delivers another brutal chair shot, the echo ringing through Lincoln Field as he leans over the table. One more smack, and ZERO goes down on the table and Kenzie hastily climbs up the turnbuckle. She leaps off - Shooting Star Press! Kenzie crashes down onto ZERO, both collapsing through the table in a pile of sweat and sawdust. Kenzie gasps for air, weakly grabbing ZERO’s pant leg as she hooks.

1!




2!





3!

DING DING DING

Dobrev: And your winner, via pinfall AND NEW NEXTGEN CHAMPION KENZIE FORD!

Kenzie’s arm is raised by the official, though Kenzie is barely conscious of it just yet. The crowd roars, the roar getting even louder as ‘Work Bitch’ by Britney Spears begins to play and Sunny Skye comes out from behind the curtain with the NextGen championship over her shoulder.

Woo: Kenzie Ford has DONE IT!

Gomez: She had to get creative to overcome a man like ZERO, but hats off to her… she pulled off what many might’ve thought to be impossible.

Sunny climbs the stairs, stepping into the ring and helping Kenzie up to her feet. Kenzie still looks somewhat confused, but the realization finally hits her as Sunny removes the NextGen championship from her shoulder. She looks at the purple and yellow belt, giving the face of it a final kiss goodbye before she holds it out and presents it to Kenzie. Kenzie takes the belt, giving it a long look before thrusting it into the air much to the crowd’s excitement.

Woo: Kenzie Ford is our new NextGen champion, and earns herself a guaranteed spot on one of the four EWC main brand rosters. But, that doesn’t mean that ZERO, Viper, or Maxi are out in the cold. Like we saw last season, winning doesn’t mean you won’t get the opportunity to get called up.

Gomez: ZERO day 2024 could very well be a threat to any of those superstars in the back, and was within a hair of taking the championship. What next season holds for these stars, who can say. EWC, don’t go anywhere, we’ve got music, food trucks, EWC gone Hollywood, and much more coming up before we get to bear witness to one of the biggest grudge matches in EWC history. It’s Jack Severn versus Ace King coming up in just two hours!

Camera cuts to Kenzie, championship held high in the ring before we fade to a pretaped recording.

[EWC]

🎶 LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN. LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN, MY FAIR LADY 🎶

The distorted and mangled sound of children singing plays on repeat. Over and over and over.

??: I've seen the guesses. One of you were right. But who? Time will tell. Just know, I am back and I am here to stay. Be careful what you wish for pal.

[EWC]

In the back, Eddie Dozier is seen standing outside of Callie Clark’s dressing room. He knocks on the door and waits for an answer. Ace Heart sees him and approaches him.

Heart: Eddie. Eddie, what are you up to?

Eddie sighs and turns to Ace.

Dozier: What does it look like I am doing, Ace? I am knocking on Callie’s door. Is that illegal now?

Heart: Well, no. But seeing you here when you aren’t scheduled to wrestle… it’s fishy. We know how The House is and…

Dozier: Oh you know how The House is, do you? Well, I’m just a guy standing here who is friends and former partners with arguably the Prime superstar of the year…

Heart: Well, not ‘arguably’. She was voted Prime Superstar of the Year, as we found out on the Prime finale.

Dozier: I swear to God, Ace… if you interrupt me one more time… Anyway, I am here to see if my friend needs anything. To see if she wants some ringside company in her Main Event match tonight.

Dozier knocks on the door again. After a moment, no answer still.

Heart: It looks to me like she either isn’t in there or she doesn’t want to talk to you, Eddie.

Dozier glares at Ace and Ace backs off a step.

Heart: Okay, so my question for you is… what’s next? I mean, you came out on Paramount and said you were coming back and going to chase that North American Championship. When are we going to see Eddie Dozier back in the ring?

Dozier: Don’t you worry about that, Ace. In fact, I will be participating in the House Party. You want Eddie in action, you’ll get Eddie in action.

Eddie turns and continues to pound on Callie’s door.

Dozier: Callie, it’s me Eddie! Open up! I want to talk to you.

Ace turns and walks away as the camera fades on Eddie continuing to knock on Callie’s door.

[EWC]

Outside of Lincoln Financial Field, we see the Lunch Time food truck pulling up.

Behind the wheel, Cheese looks through the windshield and sees a bunch of rowdy, drunk Philadelphians. He scrunches his face and turns to Pickles.

Cheese: I don’t think so.

Pickles: You don’t think so?

Cheese: Yeah. Look at these people. This does not look like a safe group.

Pickles: But… PHILLY CHEESESTEAKS. Literally the ONLY thing we need to advertise here. They’ll drop some serious money!

Meat: He’s got a point, Picks. This is far too dangerous.

Pickles: Are you serious? Guys. THE MONEY! CHEESESTEAKS.

Cheese: TOO DANGEROUS.

Meat: ONTO CITY NUMBER THREE!

Cheese: City Number Three!

Cheese puts the vehicle in drive and pulls away. Tons of fans rush the truck and try to trail it, but Cheese steps on the gas and they drive off.

Pickles: You guys… I don’t understand you sometimes.

Meat: You don’t have to, Picks. We know what’s best for business.

Pickles shakes her head as they fade off into the distance.

[EWC]

Goood Afternooooooon everyone I am live here at Wrestlesfest on Day 2 and it a great event so far we had Emma eating some custard,…A very sexy young woman …name Primadonna .. letting everyone know she ready to steal people husbands. Misss Ford Congrats on the win and someone is making a return which I believe we all know it is which I can’t wait to see. It was nice seeing a old friend is getting things together for himself..KU you know your door with me was never closed. 

He just smile softly with his hands in his pockets walking around the parking lot and food trucks holding his wife hand. 

We have tonight Ace King vs Jack and of course I place my money on Ace King for this one. So, I am hearing some House members might not like what I have say and I am hearing little whispers around the locker room how  a few people are afraid to accept this invitation from The House. I am wondering why to be honest. I just see things like this people who are always on top….will fall one day. 

[EWC]

SINGLES MATCH
Jack Severn
VS Ace King

Back in the ring, Nina Dobrev gets the crowd amped up for the huge grudge match that’s about to be underway.

Dobrev: The following contest is a GRUDGE MATCH and it is scheduled for ONE FALL!

"THE ACE OF SPADES! THE ACE OF SPADES!!!"

The signature Motorhead anthem rips through The Lincoln Financial Field, and the crowd starts cheering. As the drums kick in, pyro goes off up and down the ramp. Once the guitars hit, a plume of fire goes up on either side of the ramp as Ace King rises to the stage from a platform, looking out at the crowd and nodding in appreciation.

Dobrev: Making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 229 pounds... He is THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!

A thin smile crosses Ace's face as his weathered eyes look out at the crowd, pausing for a few more seconds on the platform before casually making his way down the ramp toward the ring, his arms outstretched for fans on either side of the barricade. He stops a few steps short of the ring, then dives in under the bottom rope as red pyro explodes off each turnbuckle. Ace spins up to one knee, then takes another appreciative look out at the crowd before getting back to his feet and turning his attention to the entrance ramp, his game face firmly on.

As Ace waits in the ring, the lights dim and piano tune begins to play throughout the arena.

A throne, pulled by House Gym trainees repping the school with their House branded shirts, slowly rides down the ramp. On the throne sits none other than Jack Severn, clad in a golden robe and his Oni mask that he wore last WrestleFest. Other House Gym trainees clap alongside the sides of the ramp, as actual members of the House walk out behind the throne, waving the House flag and cheering on their leader. As the throne reaches the end of the ramp, the piano shifts into a new riff…

One more day until I pour this emptiness out

One more way you tear at my seams again

No one sees - no one can see the scar, it darkens

Soon they'll see my 15 minutes of fame

Jack Severn removes his mask and hops off the throne, smiling with the utmost confidence on his face. He turns around to show off the back of his robe, displaying the text “SEVERN SEVERN SEVERN > 777.”

Dobrev: And his opponent, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 220 pounds… He is the PRIME TIME CATALYST… JAAAAAAAACK SEVERRRRRNNNNN!!!

Nothing to lose

Oh, how they're fascinated

Which one to choose?

They'll know me now

Jack claps for himself, mocking the crowd as he enters the ring, surrounded by the entirety of The House, save for Callie Clark and Tori Taylor. Alastor Gray whispers something into Jack’s ear, and then leaves for the commentary desk.

I can turn this world inside out

Everything you love will be mine

They will watch it all unfold with

Voyeuristic eyes

Once in the center of the ring, Jack relishes in the crowd's hatred, mocking Ace King by fake crying. He leans up against the ropes with one foot on the middle rope, screaming maniacally at the hard camera about how he's going to win and step closer to his destiny. He throws off his robe, fired up, as he and Ace move to their respective corners, just buzzing to get at each other.

Gray: Evening, gentlemen. I can assure you two that after this match, Ace King will be nothing but ancient history.

Woo: I gotta say I have my doubts about that, but I'm sure these two will go to war today!

Gomez: Let's gooooo!

DING DING DING

The bell rings and the two immediately lunge at each other, brawling like this is a hockey game. The House members clamor at ringside, watching intently. Jack and Ace trade strikes to the head, but Jack quickly gains the advantage with a kick to Ace’s stomach. Jack quickly transitions into a snap suplex, flexing to the cameras after delivering it. Jack hooks Ace’s arms and delivers a crisp butterfly suplex, tossing him back to the other side of the ring. Jack tries for another snap suplex, but Ace is able to push him off! Jack ducks a clothesline attempt from Ace, and hits him with a saito suplex, once again gaining the advantage. Ace is barely able to crumple onto the mat when Jack lifts his arms behind him, and hits a dragon suplex, dumping Ace right onto his head! Jack meets Ace on the mat, pummeling him with strikes to the eyes, before the ref is able to catch it and give Jack the ol’ five count. Just as quickly as Jack moves off of Ace, Jack lifts Ace into another butterfly suplex!

Jack: Suplex city, bitch!

Woo: Down goes King, and Severn is loving every moment of it!

Gray: Ace knew damn well what he signed up for!

Jack gets down on the mat and gouges Ace’s eyes again, but this time Ace is defiant, and spits in Jack’s face! Jack doesn’t take kindly to this, and delivers a sliding lariat to Ace! He covers.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Jack shakes his head in frustration, and immediately attempts another snap suplex, but Ace is able to muster up all of his strength, and reverse it into a suplex of his own! Feeling some newfound energy, Ace is able to bounce off of the ropes and hit a slingblade when Jack gets back up, and then he follows it up with a big German suplex! As Jack gets to his feet, Ace hits him with a barrage of European uppercuts, and then a stiff clothesline! Jack clings to the ropes to help himself back up, and before Ace can hit the Full House roundhouse kick, Jack slides out of the ring, hiding amongst his Housemates.

Gray: Perfect strategy from my client! Using this as an opportunity to regroup.

Woo: Maybe, but--wait...

Gomez: Yeah, got some bad news for your friend Jack here!

Before Jack knows it, Ace King is already bouncing off of the ropes, hitting a picture perfect springboard moonsault right onto the House! Bodies go everywhere as Jack just barely escapes the carnage. He turns right into Ace, who tackles him to the ground! Ace hits Jack with everything he’s got, various fists and elbows, before lifting Jack up onto his shoulders, spinning around, and hitting the Eye in the Sky right on the ramp! Ace doesn’t stop there, and continues to just beat the shit out of Jack, not even paying attention to the referee, who has been counting this whole time.

As the ref reaches “TEN!”, the bell rings and Ace looks up to the ring, confused.

Dobrev: As a result of a double countout… This match has been determined to be a DRAW!!!

Woo: Sheesh, what a way for this to go!

Gomez: These two went to hell and back, and you had to believe something was gonna give!

Gray: I’ll be honest, even I didn’t expect it to end this way.

The crowd chatters amongst themselves as Ace angrily storms up to the referee, demanding that the match be restarted. Jack Severn regains his bearings, and charges the ring, attacking Ace from behind! He cackles as he stomps onto Ace’s head, and the other House members join in! It’s a massive assault on Ace, but several referees run down to separate the stable from Ace. The main ref motions for Dobrev to get to the ring, saying he got word from management through his earpiece. Jack and Ace are separated back into their respective corners, the House clears the ring, and Dobrev makes an announcement.

Dobrev: EWC Management has decided that this match will CONTINUE, as a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH!!! And if ANYONE interferes, they will be FIRED!!!

Woo: Wow!

Gomez: I guess we're guaranteed to have a winner now!

Gray: Come on, how can that be a fair rule?! I thought there were NO rules in a No Holds Barred match, and now management shows a clear bias against The House.

The bell rings once more, and The House members all head backstage, as Jack motions for them to go. Jack then slides out of the ring, and immediately grabs a chair. As he slides back in, Ace hits him with a crisp dropkick! Jack drops the chair, and Ace picks it up, SLAMMING it into Jack’s back! He repeats this two or three more times, before lifting Jack up into another German suplex! Ace lifts Jack again, this time by the stomach, and maneuvers into a sit-out gutwrench powerbomb, ONTO the chair! This transitions perfectly into a pin-

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Ace lifts Jack up from the sit-out position, and powerbombs him again, this time letting go. He starts to move Jack’s legs into position for a Texas Cloverleaf, but Jack kicks him off, and manages to hit a shaky superkick when Ace charges back. The superkick is enough to daze Ace for a spinning backfist, followed by an eye gouge! As Ace stumbles, Jack uppercuts him, and hits another saito suplex! Ace rolls right through, however, and hits a German suplex! Jack is able to stay on his feet though, and he catches Ace from behind into a sleeper hold, transitioning that into a sleeper suplex! BUT ACE LANDS ON HIS FEET! Jack charges forward, BUT THIS TIME ACE IS ABLE TO HIT THE FULL HOUSE!

Woo: Oh my!

Gomez: Severn's down, but is he out!?

Gray: Come on Jack!

Ace covers…

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Ace wastes no time, and lifts Jack into a vertical suplex position. He motions for the crowd to count along as he hits one, and rolls through into a second! But as he rolls into his third, Jack is able to elbow Ace in the eye, and Ace drops Jack down. There’s now a noticeable cut right above Ace’s eye. Jack catches Ace outta nowhere with a Codebreaker! He exits the ring, throws two more chairs back into the ring, and then heads back inside himself. Jack sets up the three chairs now in the ring, positioned together like a triangle, all back to back to back. He then lifts Ace up onto his shoulders, and attempts a Death Valley Driver onto the chairs! Ace is able to wiggle out of it, kicking Jack in the side! Ace irish whips Jack against the ropes, and then scoops him up onto his shoulders! Ace locks Jack’s wrists… he spins around… AND HITS THE JAPANESE OCEAN CYCLONE SUPLEX ONTO THE CHAIRS! BOTH MEN CRASH DOWN, SCREAMING OUT IN PAIN!

Woo: Holy moly, this has been brutal!

Gomez: Gotta wonder who wants this match more after all this!

Gray: COME ON JACK! I PREPARED YOU FOR THIS KIND OF PAIN!

Ace tries to go for the cover, but the move hurt him almost as much as it hurt Jack, and he’s slow to make it. Jack is able to roll out of the ring, attempting to catch his breath. Ace rolls out as well, joining Jack on the outside. The two trade blows, but Jack gets the advantage by slamming Ace’s head into the barricade! A fan in the front row is chowing down on a piece of cake when Jack rips it from his hands, and SHOVES it into Ace’s mouth!

Jack: Happy Birthday to youuuuuu!!!

Jack smears the rest of the cake onto Ace’s face and chest, before chopping him against the barricade! Jack holds up his fingers in a “too sweet” position, and then chops Ace again! He tries some of the cake off of Ace’s chest, and nods, acknowledging it’s pretty good. Jack throws Ace back into the ring, and sets up a table at ringside. He slides back in, and catches Ace with a uranage slam, slamming him onto the crumpled chairs in the ring! Jack makes the cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Gray: Dammit!

Woo: Wow, what a close call!

Gomez: King's still in the match, though!

Jack, frustrated, pounds the mat. He then grabs Ace from behind, attempting a dragon suplex, but Ace is just barely able to elbow Jack off of him. Ace tries to rebound with a clothesline, but Jack catches him with a punch right to the dick!

Ace just stares at Jack, who immediately recoils in pain, having hurt his hand!

Ace reaches into his pants (gross) and lifts out a metal cup! This time he was prepared!

Ace grabs Jack by the hand, and uses that wrist lock to hit a stiff lariat! With the momentum back on his side, Ace brings Jack to the top rope as the crowd chants “777!” Ace points to the crowd and then yells into Jack’s ear as he gets behind him.

Ace: You hear that?! They ain’t chanting “Severn,” that’s for sure!

Ace then hits the Victory Star Drop aka the 777 off the top! Taking immediate advantage, he hooks the leg!

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Jack somehow kicks out, but Ace continues to not waste time, signaling that this is the end with a throat slash! He lifts Jack up onto his shoulders for the Blackjack Bomb- BUT JACK POKES HIM IN THE EYES! ACE DROPS JACK DOWN, CLUTCHING HIS DAMAGED EYE! Jack is now the one not wasting time, as he hits Ace with a spinning backfist! Ace stumbles back, blood properly flowing from his eye now, and Jack hits him with another! And another! And then a fourth spinning backfist knocks Ace right onto his ass!

Gray: That’s what I’m talking about!

Woo: What a combination! Is Ace gonna be able to get back up after this?

Gomez: I have my doubts, but we'll see!

Jack takes Ace over to the apron, and grins as he lifts Ace up… AND HITS HIM WITH A CATALYST CRUSHER OFF OF THE APRON AND THROUGH THE TABLE AT RINGSIDE! Both men are downed, but Jack is able to just barely roll Ace into the ring, and make the cover…

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Gray: HOW IN THE HELL IS ACE STILL IN THIS?!

Woo: Wow, what tenacity!

Gomez: Severn's just about sick of this, but it doesn't change the fact King just won't go down!

Jack can’t believe it, but as he gets Ace to his feet, Ace spits in his face once again! Extra pissed off, Jack hits Ace with ANOTHER spinning backfist, and Ace is knocked out cold! Jack wastes no time and hits Ace with the Silencer! He makes the cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THREE!!!

DING DING DING

The bell rings, and Jack shakily gets up to his feet, allowing the referee to raise his arm. Medical staff check on Ace King, who is bleeding profusely and unresponsive.

Dobrev: Here is your winner… JACK SEVERN!!!

Gray: I knew he’d get the job done! How does it feel to have seen the last of Ace King in the EWC?!

Gomez: Wow, what an absolute war!

Woo: Man, this is tough to see after what we witnessed in the match itself. Both men gave it their all today, but in the end it's Jack Severn who comes out with a win. We're gonna have to move on from this as WrestleFest XXI rolls on...sheesh...

Jack spits on the downed Ace as he leaves the ring, celebrating up the ramp with Alastor Gray, and the rest of The House, who greet him on top of the ramp. The House members all raise their hands into a “too sweet” to the chorus of boos as we fade out…