Post by PARAMOUNT on May 14, 2017 20:31:39 GMT -6
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.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
Commentators: Dick Shelby and Franklin Wright
Announcer: Deneen McQueen
Backstage interviewer: Destiny Fairchild
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WELCOME TO FUTURE STARS OF WRESTLING!!
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The camera pans around showing the excited crowd jumping for joy in anticipation for the beginning of the show.
Wright: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to FSW 38! I am Franklin Wright, and as always, next to me is the rowdy one, Dick Shelby. Tonight, we make the final stop before FSW goes Hollywood, with tonight's main event determining who gets that final challenger slot to face off against our champion, Jeremy Warren.
Shelby: Yep. Creed is no stranger to a championship chase, but Lexie Glass is looking to make the most of her first real chance at gold, and she's gonna bring all she's got.
Wright: Speaking of opportunity, that's what's in front of Otaki tonight, as she takes on the champ, looking to possibly get herself an opportunity at the gold in the future.
Shelby: All of that, plus hot shot Stephen Kingston...let's get it started!
"Have a Cigar" hits the PA and Stephen Kingston heads onto the stage with a wide grin. The lighting in the building changes to gold and a sole spotlight highlights Stephen as he heads down the ramp with swagger up to his ears. He marches up the steps onto the ring apron, then beckons for the referee to hold the ropes open. After entering the ring, he b-lines right towards the timekeeper's position and barks at the aforementioned timekeeper to slip in a microphone.
Stephen Kingston: Shut up! Kill the music!
Stephen shouts over "Have a Cigar", which doesn't come to a stop. His face twists to express his immense displeasure with whoever it is running audio in the back.
Stephen Kingston: Jesus Christ, did we hire some sad sack burger flippers or someone's cousin to run the soundboard back there? I said shut. It. OFF. I'm Stephen Kingston, damn it! I'm the future and last FSW...
Before he could continue, the music miraculously ceases to play. The disgusted look on Stephen's face gives way to a wry grin of victory - he got what he wanted.
Stephen Kingston: Finally! Now, before you despicable cretins and dirty chimps start with your booing or whatever other nonsense you've got planned, I have something to say. Last time you saw me, I was in Portland and I put that milky-eyes miscreant and his garbage receptacle of a girlfriend in their place after they decided to write a check they simply couldn't cash. In case you haven't figured it out yet, that still leaves me undefeated and in line to get a shot at that sorry excuse for a civil servant. It's not going to take me very long to prove without a shadow of a doubt that I am a god amongst the plebeians here in EWC. I -
ON THE ROAD TO VIRIDIAN CITY
Those shouting words interrupt Kingston as shortly afterwards 'Viridian City' explodes into the Selland Arena. Like almost expected from the FSW faithful the people of Fresno cheer out loudly as the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Otaki emerges on the stage. The expression of her face look a little amused as, while her theme song dies down, she starts to head down the ramp with a microphone in hand.
Otaki: Did we hear that right? OMG! That's so cool! Who have you defeated in your marvelous streak?
The sheer over enthusiasm in both her voice and body language making it abundantly clear she is simply mocking the undefeated roster member as her joyous expression crumbles to one best described as heavily unimpressed.
Otaki: A stoner, a braindead rookie and a Criss Angel groupie...really? Is that really worth standing on the rooftops and screaming out loud?
She questions while not only getting onto the apron but also entering the ring to make sure she is standing in front of Stephen...even if this simply highlights how he is almost half a foot taller than her. However, instead of waiting for an answer, the milky skinned woman disrespectfully places the palm of her left hand right in front of Kingston's face.
Otaki: On second thought, let me answer that for you. No, that is not impressive at all. Here we thought that you'd impress us yet as we stand before you not impressed...but disappointed. We're supposed to accept you as FSW Championship contender and 'future'...why? Whywhywhy shouldn't we have interrupted someone like you? For while you seem obsessed with speaking about your, so-called, godhood...we're the ones taking down this, so-called, sorry excuse for a civil ser-
Much like he was swatting a fly, Stephen swats the hand of Otaki away from his face which had started to bear a scowl upon her rude gesture. Slowly, Stephen raises his mic to his lips and stares down his unwelcome guest.
Stephen Kingston: What fresh hell is this? Who do you think you are? You know what, let me answer that for you; you're the person who won the Rumble in the Bronx only to choke like the Atlanta Falcons in the Super Bowl. Listen sister, I don't take kindly to little sanctimonious little tarts - such as yourself - welcoming themselves into MY ring and attempting to steal MY spotlight. You wanna run your mouth and snub your nose at the greatest undefeated streak in professional wrestling history to try and boost your own sad little ego you weeaboo? I think you've got a hair across your ass about trying to wear shoes that were way too big for you; I mean, you've just been on the decline ever since you made a god damn spectacle and fool out of yourself. So what? Are you trying to make yourself prominent again by standing in my light? Just remember, Icarus flew too close to the sun and his wings melted, you goofy looking broad. Now get. The. Hell. Out. Of. My. Ring. I've got a six foot nine and almost three hundred pound dunce to embarrass as a warm-up for that joke Jeremy Warren.
Stephen pulled the mic away just long enough to make a "shoo" motion with both of his hands. Otaki doesn't budge which causes Stephen to roll his eyes and put his mic back up.
Stephen Kingston: Beat it, Helen Keller. You're starting to make my ring smell like a fish market at low tied. Scram. Hit the bricks. Kick rocks. Get out. Leave. Adios. Sayonara.
While staring back up towards Stephen throughout his demands for her departure. However, instead of paying any heed to his orders, The Emo Princess starts giggling into her microphone before sharply smirking directly up at him.
Otaki: Your ring?
Otaki struggles to say among her schoolgirl like giggling before suddenly, rapidly and violently swatting the microphone clean out of his grip. Her facial expression snaps into one of complete seriousness.
Otaki: If you think that this is indeed 'your ring' then feel free to actually prove yourself in the middle of this ring...
Almost as if seething for possibly unknown reasons Otaki growls at the confident male before turning around and going over to the ropes...only to stop when she is halfway through bending over the middle rope at the building cheers of the crowd.
Otaki: Actually-
The Englishwoman gets off the middle rope and turns to face Kingston, to more building cheers.
Otaki:-now we think about it...
The Purple Haired Dynamo takes her steps towards Stephen with each step building up the excited audience more and more...until she walks straight past him, electing confusion among the people of Fresno as the Purple Haired Dynamo slides herself underneath the bottom rope.
Otaki:If this 'warm-up', as you previously called it, an opportunity to actually prove your worth here...then why not we get ourselves a front row seat to what could hopefully be a spectacle?
After saying her words Otaki hops up onto the commentary and sits herself directly on the centre of said table in a cross-legged manner before smiling rather innocently.
Otaki:So maybe you'll succeed and prove your worth...but what if you fail this time? What if you're mouth has dug you into a hole you cannot get out of? Will you fade away into the background? Will you disappear like you were never here? Or will you simply take this as a reality check and actually improve? Not sure about you, Stephen, but me and all my fellow martyrs here in Fresno are looking forward to this show you're going to give us...good luck.
After finishing her words with a playful giggle Otaki places the microphone down beside herself on the commentary table before leaning back with a little smirk...
...and with that, Kingston vs. ND was just that, an exhibition for Kingston. He seemingly got any and every move he wanted on ND, whom didn't bring much to the table. Stephen put on that show for Otaki, who seemed quite pleased to be receiving it, as Stephen finishes ND with 15 Minutes for the easier than expected win.
Dorian Black vs Kristian Bane was a very nice contest. Black went on the offensive early, staggering the big Bane with aggressive offense and staying just out of his range, sticking and moving, in and out. Bane clipped Black a few times, but it wasn't enough to stop Black's peppering attack, until Black went for one risk too many, and Bane immediately capitalized, hitting Black with a Hit N Run as Black was leaping off the top rope, then Bane finishes Black off with the Bane Effect, getting the win.
The champ was in rare form tonight, using his full arsenal against a game Otaki, who gave just as good as she got. Jeremy really opened up on Otaki, even drawing blood, but Otaki just wouldn't quit. She turned the tables on Warren, getting a long 2 count after catching him with a Falcon Punch. Warren took back over, and after hitting Otaki with a Backdraft. He set her up to the 3rd Alarm, but out from the back runs A$hley Quid, causing enough of a distraction to Warren to allow Otaki to recover and hit him with a Grand Finale, getting her first big win of 2017.
We go backstage to the locker rooms where Jeremy Warren slowly packs up for the night. His hair is slightly wet from the showers and he's in his underwear. As he puts on his shirt he winces and the effects of the match with Otaki are apparent on his body. He continues to put away his wrestling gear when something grabs his attention. He reaches to the side and grabs is his FSW Championship belt which he holds up and admires. Then there is a knock on the door. It opens wide and A$hley Quid stands there looking him up and down.
She smirks as he adjusts his shirt. She points at his underwear. "Aww 'ave I missed a show? Don't worry, luv, that's not what I've come for... Although-"
Jeremy Warren puts the title on his bag and walks up to her very cautiously.
"What do you want A$hley?" Jeremy looks over her shoulders, expecting to see her client, Hatchet Gully hiding somewhere, ready to strike. But he was nowhere to be seen. "What kind of game are you playing? Where is he?"
A$hley laughs. "A bit of a tough now, ain't ya? Don't worry, bruv. I'm only 'ere on business. I know we ain't 'ave the best of times wiv each other but I'm willing to put it all behind us. I know talent when I see it and where there's talent, there's money. That's a bit o' me, there. I want to build a business relationship wiv ya. You won't 'ave to worry about Gully no more on account ov 'im losing last show, right? Also, it's not like you can't 'andle it. So as a gesture ov goodwill I just want to wish you luck, Champ, and a long overdue congratulations."
She smiles and holds her hand out for him but at a weird angle where he's not sure if she wants him give it a shake or a kiss. He finally grabs it and they shake but she keeps a hold of his hand and pulls him in a bit.
"You know the problem with you altruistic types? You can be a tad too trusting."
She ducks down and a piece of wood jabs at Warren's head and catches him in the chin. A$hley steps back as Hatchet Gully emerges from the side of the doorway and pushes a stunned Jeremy Warren back. Gully holds up an ax handle and jabs it into Warren's ribs and he goes down onto the bench.
"Did you think it was over, homie? Did you think I wouldn't be comin' after you for puttin' me in the hospital? Forget the title and FSW. This shit is just you and me and it got real personal. And I know what your sad little fans been sayin' and yes. I am a sore loser. This is what being sore looks like. Lemme show you what it feels like."
He raises the ax handle again but Jeremy surges forward at a low angle and pins Gully back against the wall. A$hley rushes in looking excited and worried as Jeremy punches at Hatchet's midsection and legs with desperate strikes as Gully elbows his back. Jeremy doesn't give up the fight but he is fading as exhaustion from the night's events drag him down. He hits Gully with an uppercut but Gully smothers him in a headlock and begins to choke him. Finally A$hley hands Hatchet the ax handle and he grabs it with both hands and brings it down longways on Warren's back, cracking the wood. Warren steps back and puts up his guard but finally collapses. Hatchet catches his breath as A$hely laughs maniacally and jumps around Jeremy.
Hatchet collects himself and sits down on the bench.
"Yo, champ, you still awake? Listen."
He grabs the belt from the top of Warrens bag and looks into the camera.
"I want you to remember this. This is what happens when you push a bad man like me too far. I tried to restrain myself. I told Quid that I'm a changed man. Just a competitor, but no. Y'all wanna paint me as a criminal still and a deadbeat and a dumb juggalo hack? Ain't that right Kingston? Well if that's what y'all want, that's what y'all gon' get. I don't give a damn, no more. The title picture got a lot less interestin' when, by a couple of inches, I didn't win it. So anything that happen after in FSW with Warren, with Kingston and them other fools... It don't matter. So this title here, Ima keep this. When I get my rematch, then y'all can have it back. In the mean time I'll enjoy myself. Not gon' talk to no one from EWC 'cause nobody cares about Gully. Speak to A$h."
A$hley waves at the camera and blows us a kiss. Hatchet puts the title on his shoulder and she goes to the hallway to make sure the coast is clear. As he walks by Warren grabs his leg and Hatchet kicks back and then stomps on his head, knocking him out cold. The screen goes black when he makes contact and we hear A$hley laughing.
"Let's go, Gully. I hear 'em coming."
We hear them running away as help arrives.
Deneen: Our mein event of the evening is set for one fall, with the winner getting a shot at the FSW Championship! Introducing first....
The titantron is lit with a live feed of the backstage corridor, making his way to the ring, is none other than the former United States Champion smiling and sending a good natured nod of respect to personnel in between air punches as he passes them. The crowd roars in enthusiasm as a FSW stylized nameplate flashes on-screen. Creed takes a left detouring for the stage entrance and the feed is cut. The tron is – almost immediately – re-surged by his custom video package and the arena is filled with a mixture of cheers and “Hero” by Skillet which trumpets from the PA system.
Deneen: Making his way to the ring all the way from Asheville, North Carolina...CREEEEEEEEEEED!!
The crowd explode to their feet to welcome one of their favorite extremists, Creed, stepping out center stage; his golden mane draping down the shoulders of his black leather jacket and toothy grin peering through his thick beard. He took a moment to pause with his hands placed on his sides, glaring out at all sides of the arena, just as he had multiple times before and proceeded to walk at a moderate pace down the ramp -- guided by the halo spotlight from high above. While approaching the apron, Creed would slap five with a line of his fans in the front row and ascend up the steel steps. Walking the apron with that fuzzy grin in a slow saunter; feeding into the cheers; he then raises a single fist into the air and enters between the ropes. Thereafter he climbs up to the second rung of the nearest turnbuckle, clenching his fist, and holding them high above his head for all to see.
Deneen: And his opponent, now residing in Chattanooga, Tennessee....Lexie Glass!
Empire Of The Sun's Tonight playing on the PA with gold, light blue, and purple lights flashing on the stage and ramp as she walks down and jumps around the sides of the barricade around the ring hugging and slapping hands with the fans.
DING DING DING!
The match starts off as both wrestlers lock up in the middle of the ring. Creed whips Glass into the ropes and delivers a powerful clothesline, knocking Glass over the top rope. The ref begins to count as Creed goes to the outside to bring Glass back in. The ref gets up to 8 and then both men are back in the ring. This time Glass sends Creed into the ropes and does a standing dropkick which makes Creed cut a backflip. Glass goes for the pin.
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Glass then gets up and she picks up Creed and gives him a powerslam. Creed then rolls to the outside to catch his breath.
Wright: It seems like Glass wants a quick win.
Creed then manages to roll into the ring when the ref hits 7, but he rolls right back out because Glass was waiting for him to get in. He trips Glass and hurries into the ring. Creed then hits a Russian leg sweep on Glass. Creed then tries to regain his strength and finally does but Glass is already up. Creed dropkicks Glass into the corner and spinning heel kicks her to the ground. He then pulls Glass to the middle of the ring and does the boston crab. Glass struggles to reach the ropes and finally makes it. Creed breaks up the hold and tries to attack Glass again, but the ref holds him back. Creed then trips Glass and locks the Boston crab on her again. Glass almost taps out, but finally reverses the hold and does the sharpshooter to Creed. Creed quickly makes it to the ropes.
Wright: What a great manuver by Glass to save herself!
Shelby: Both combatants doing some submissions, tryin to weaken the other.
Creed then hurries to his feet and so does Glass. Creed runs at Glass and tries for another clothesline but misses, and gets a clothesline on his way back from the ropes. Glass then stares at the body and picks it up again and this time does a tiger suplex. She rolls up Creed.
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Glass then gets up and she does a rolling thunder to Creed, but knocks out the ref in the meantime so there is no count being made. Finally another ref makes it to the ring.
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Glass then gets up and she is shocked. She looks around in bewilderment that Creed keeps kicking out of everything she's dishing out.
Wright: Creed is kicking out right and left!
Shelby: Glass seems like she can't finish him off.
Glass then picks up Creed and hits back to back German suplexes. As Lexie plays to the crowd a bit, Creed slowly gets up, and as Lexie turns around, Creed hits her with the Crescendo!
Shelby: Looks like Creed has finally woken up. Glass doesn't stand a chance now.
Creed gets up and looks around the arena. He stares down at the fallen Glass, with a look on his eyes that says, "How did she almost pull this off?" He picks Glass up, places her on the top rope, climbs up himself, and executes a vicious Poetry in Motion!!. Creed gets up, and goes for the cover.
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DING DING DING!
Deneen: Your winner....Creed!!
Wright: Great win by Creed, and he now will get his shot at the FSW title!
SHelby: Another good showing for Lexie Glass as well, but she came up just short. And wither the FSW title? Jeremy Warren was laid out cold!
Wright: And Hatchet Gully and A$hley Quid too off with the gold as well. We'll get you an update on our champion as soon as we can. For Dick, Deneen and the crew, I'm Franklin Wright, signing off. See you in Hollywood!
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Steven Kingston d. 'Nuclear Destruction'
MATCH 2 - Kristian Bane d. Dorian Black
MATCH 3 - Otaki d. Jeremy Warren
MAIN EVENT - Creed d. Lexie Glass
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
EPISODE #38
MAY 14TH, 2017LIVE! from the Selland Arena - Fresno, California
Commentators: Dick Shelby and Franklin Wright
Announcer: Deneen McQueen
Backstage interviewer: Destiny Fairchild
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WELCOME TO FUTURE STARS OF WRESTLING!!
"Undead" by Hollywood Undead blasts in the arena as the show starts off with video footage detailing historic events that have taken place on Future Stars, From past champions like Jason Hunter, Dixie Dubois & Amis Shelton before switching to the current years' happenings, Hatchet Gully, Creed and current FSW champion Jeremy Warren standing tall with the gold.
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The camera pans around showing the excited crowd jumping for joy in anticipation for the beginning of the show.
The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans holding up their signs.
"CHAMP ON FIRE!"
""WE" ARE HERE!"
"NO NAMES NEEDED"
"CHAMP ON FIRE!"
""WE" ARE HERE!"
"NO NAMES NEEDED"
FSW!
FSW!
FSW!
FSW!
FSW!
Wright: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to FSW 38! I am Franklin Wright, and as always, next to me is the rowdy one, Dick Shelby. Tonight, we make the final stop before FSW goes Hollywood, with tonight's main event determining who gets that final challenger slot to face off against our champion, Jeremy Warren.
Shelby: Yep. Creed is no stranger to a championship chase, but Lexie Glass is looking to make the most of her first real chance at gold, and she's gonna bring all she's got.
Wright: Speaking of opportunity, that's what's in front of Otaki tonight, as she takes on the champ, looking to possibly get herself an opportunity at the gold in the future.
Shelby: All of that, plus hot shot Stephen Kingston...let's get it started!
OPENER
STEPHEN KINGSTON Vs 'NUCLEAR DESTRUCTION'
"Have a Cigar" hits the PA and Stephen Kingston heads onto the stage with a wide grin. The lighting in the building changes to gold and a sole spotlight highlights Stephen as he heads down the ramp with swagger up to his ears. He marches up the steps onto the ring apron, then beckons for the referee to hold the ropes open. After entering the ring, he b-lines right towards the timekeeper's position and barks at the aforementioned timekeeper to slip in a microphone.
Stephen Kingston: Shut up! Kill the music!
Stephen shouts over "Have a Cigar", which doesn't come to a stop. His face twists to express his immense displeasure with whoever it is running audio in the back.
Stephen Kingston: Jesus Christ, did we hire some sad sack burger flippers or someone's cousin to run the soundboard back there? I said shut. It. OFF. I'm Stephen Kingston, damn it! I'm the future and last FSW...
Before he could continue, the music miraculously ceases to play. The disgusted look on Stephen's face gives way to a wry grin of victory - he got what he wanted.
Stephen Kingston: Finally! Now, before you despicable cretins and dirty chimps start with your booing or whatever other nonsense you've got planned, I have something to say. Last time you saw me, I was in Portland and I put that milky-eyes miscreant and his garbage receptacle of a girlfriend in their place after they decided to write a check they simply couldn't cash. In case you haven't figured it out yet, that still leaves me undefeated and in line to get a shot at that sorry excuse for a civil servant. It's not going to take me very long to prove without a shadow of a doubt that I am a god amongst the plebeians here in EWC. I -
ON THE ROAD TO VIRIDIAN CITY
Those shouting words interrupt Kingston as shortly afterwards 'Viridian City' explodes into the Selland Arena. Like almost expected from the FSW faithful the people of Fresno cheer out loudly as the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Otaki emerges on the stage. The expression of her face look a little amused as, while her theme song dies down, she starts to head down the ramp with a microphone in hand.
Otaki: Did we hear that right? OMG! That's so cool! Who have you defeated in your marvelous streak?
The sheer over enthusiasm in both her voice and body language making it abundantly clear she is simply mocking the undefeated roster member as her joyous expression crumbles to one best described as heavily unimpressed.
Otaki: A stoner, a braindead rookie and a Criss Angel groupie...really? Is that really worth standing on the rooftops and screaming out loud?
She questions while not only getting onto the apron but also entering the ring to make sure she is standing in front of Stephen...even if this simply highlights how he is almost half a foot taller than her. However, instead of waiting for an answer, the milky skinned woman disrespectfully places the palm of her left hand right in front of Kingston's face.
Otaki: On second thought, let me answer that for you. No, that is not impressive at all. Here we thought that you'd impress us yet as we stand before you not impressed...but disappointed. We're supposed to accept you as FSW Championship contender and 'future'...why? Whywhywhy shouldn't we have interrupted someone like you? For while you seem obsessed with speaking about your, so-called, godhood...we're the ones taking down this, so-called, sorry excuse for a civil ser-
Much like he was swatting a fly, Stephen swats the hand of Otaki away from his face which had started to bear a scowl upon her rude gesture. Slowly, Stephen raises his mic to his lips and stares down his unwelcome guest.
Stephen Kingston: What fresh hell is this? Who do you think you are? You know what, let me answer that for you; you're the person who won the Rumble in the Bronx only to choke like the Atlanta Falcons in the Super Bowl. Listen sister, I don't take kindly to little sanctimonious little tarts - such as yourself - welcoming themselves into MY ring and attempting to steal MY spotlight. You wanna run your mouth and snub your nose at the greatest undefeated streak in professional wrestling history to try and boost your own sad little ego you weeaboo? I think you've got a hair across your ass about trying to wear shoes that were way too big for you; I mean, you've just been on the decline ever since you made a god damn spectacle and fool out of yourself. So what? Are you trying to make yourself prominent again by standing in my light? Just remember, Icarus flew too close to the sun and his wings melted, you goofy looking broad. Now get. The. Hell. Out. Of. My. Ring. I've got a six foot nine and almost three hundred pound dunce to embarrass as a warm-up for that joke Jeremy Warren.
Stephen pulled the mic away just long enough to make a "shoo" motion with both of his hands. Otaki doesn't budge which causes Stephen to roll his eyes and put his mic back up.
Stephen Kingston: Beat it, Helen Keller. You're starting to make my ring smell like a fish market at low tied. Scram. Hit the bricks. Kick rocks. Get out. Leave. Adios. Sayonara.
While staring back up towards Stephen throughout his demands for her departure. However, instead of paying any heed to his orders, The Emo Princess starts giggling into her microphone before sharply smirking directly up at him.
Otaki: Your ring?
Otaki struggles to say among her schoolgirl like giggling before suddenly, rapidly and violently swatting the microphone clean out of his grip. Her facial expression snaps into one of complete seriousness.
Otaki: If you think that this is indeed 'your ring' then feel free to actually prove yourself in the middle of this ring...
Almost as if seething for possibly unknown reasons Otaki growls at the confident male before turning around and going over to the ropes...only to stop when she is halfway through bending over the middle rope at the building cheers of the crowd.
Otaki: Actually-
The Englishwoman gets off the middle rope and turns to face Kingston, to more building cheers.
Otaki:-now we think about it...
The Purple Haired Dynamo takes her steps towards Stephen with each step building up the excited audience more and more...until she walks straight past him, electing confusion among the people of Fresno as the Purple Haired Dynamo slides herself underneath the bottom rope.
Otaki:If this 'warm-up', as you previously called it, an opportunity to actually prove your worth here...then why not we get ourselves a front row seat to what could hopefully be a spectacle?
After saying her words Otaki hops up onto the commentary and sits herself directly on the centre of said table in a cross-legged manner before smiling rather innocently.
Otaki:So maybe you'll succeed and prove your worth...but what if you fail this time? What if you're mouth has dug you into a hole you cannot get out of? Will you fade away into the background? Will you disappear like you were never here? Or will you simply take this as a reality check and actually improve? Not sure about you, Stephen, but me and all my fellow martyrs here in Fresno are looking forward to this show you're going to give us...good luck.
After finishing her words with a playful giggle Otaki places the microphone down beside herself on the commentary table before leaning back with a little smirk...
...and with that, Kingston vs. ND was just that, an exhibition for Kingston. He seemingly got any and every move he wanted on ND, whom didn't bring much to the table. Stephen put on that show for Otaki, who seemed quite pleased to be receiving it, as Stephen finishes ND with 15 Minutes for the easier than expected win.
SINGLES MATCH
DORIAN BLACK Vs KRISTIAN BANE
Dorian Black vs Kristian Bane was a very nice contest. Black went on the offensive early, staggering the big Bane with aggressive offense and staying just out of his range, sticking and moving, in and out. Bane clipped Black a few times, but it wasn't enough to stop Black's peppering attack, until Black went for one risk too many, and Bane immediately capitalized, hitting Black with a Hit N Run as Black was leaping off the top rope, then Bane finishes Black off with the Bane Effect, getting the win.
NON-TITLE MATCH
OTAKI Vs JEREMY WARREN
The champ was in rare form tonight, using his full arsenal against a game Otaki, who gave just as good as she got. Jeremy really opened up on Otaki, even drawing blood, but Otaki just wouldn't quit. She turned the tables on Warren, getting a long 2 count after catching him with a Falcon Punch. Warren took back over, and after hitting Otaki with a Backdraft. He set her up to the 3rd Alarm, but out from the back runs A$hley Quid, causing enough of a distraction to Warren to allow Otaki to recover and hit him with a Grand Finale, getting her first big win of 2017.
We go backstage to the locker rooms where Jeremy Warren slowly packs up for the night. His hair is slightly wet from the showers and he's in his underwear. As he puts on his shirt he winces and the effects of the match with Otaki are apparent on his body. He continues to put away his wrestling gear when something grabs his attention. He reaches to the side and grabs is his FSW Championship belt which he holds up and admires. Then there is a knock on the door. It opens wide and A$hley Quid stands there looking him up and down.
She smirks as he adjusts his shirt. She points at his underwear. "Aww 'ave I missed a show? Don't worry, luv, that's not what I've come for... Although-"
Jeremy Warren puts the title on his bag and walks up to her very cautiously.
"What do you want A$hley?" Jeremy looks over her shoulders, expecting to see her client, Hatchet Gully hiding somewhere, ready to strike. But he was nowhere to be seen. "What kind of game are you playing? Where is he?"
A$hley laughs. "A bit of a tough now, ain't ya? Don't worry, bruv. I'm only 'ere on business. I know we ain't 'ave the best of times wiv each other but I'm willing to put it all behind us. I know talent when I see it and where there's talent, there's money. That's a bit o' me, there. I want to build a business relationship wiv ya. You won't 'ave to worry about Gully no more on account ov 'im losing last show, right? Also, it's not like you can't 'andle it. So as a gesture ov goodwill I just want to wish you luck, Champ, and a long overdue congratulations."
She smiles and holds her hand out for him but at a weird angle where he's not sure if she wants him give it a shake or a kiss. He finally grabs it and they shake but she keeps a hold of his hand and pulls him in a bit.
"You know the problem with you altruistic types? You can be a tad too trusting."
She ducks down and a piece of wood jabs at Warren's head and catches him in the chin. A$hley steps back as Hatchet Gully emerges from the side of the doorway and pushes a stunned Jeremy Warren back. Gully holds up an ax handle and jabs it into Warren's ribs and he goes down onto the bench.
"Did you think it was over, homie? Did you think I wouldn't be comin' after you for puttin' me in the hospital? Forget the title and FSW. This shit is just you and me and it got real personal. And I know what your sad little fans been sayin' and yes. I am a sore loser. This is what being sore looks like. Lemme show you what it feels like."
He raises the ax handle again but Jeremy surges forward at a low angle and pins Gully back against the wall. A$hley rushes in looking excited and worried as Jeremy punches at Hatchet's midsection and legs with desperate strikes as Gully elbows his back. Jeremy doesn't give up the fight but he is fading as exhaustion from the night's events drag him down. He hits Gully with an uppercut but Gully smothers him in a headlock and begins to choke him. Finally A$hley hands Hatchet the ax handle and he grabs it with both hands and brings it down longways on Warren's back, cracking the wood. Warren steps back and puts up his guard but finally collapses. Hatchet catches his breath as A$hely laughs maniacally and jumps around Jeremy.
Hatchet collects himself and sits down on the bench.
"Yo, champ, you still awake? Listen."
He grabs the belt from the top of Warrens bag and looks into the camera.
"I want you to remember this. This is what happens when you push a bad man like me too far. I tried to restrain myself. I told Quid that I'm a changed man. Just a competitor, but no. Y'all wanna paint me as a criminal still and a deadbeat and a dumb juggalo hack? Ain't that right Kingston? Well if that's what y'all want, that's what y'all gon' get. I don't give a damn, no more. The title picture got a lot less interestin' when, by a couple of inches, I didn't win it. So anything that happen after in FSW with Warren, with Kingston and them other fools... It don't matter. So this title here, Ima keep this. When I get my rematch, then y'all can have it back. In the mean time I'll enjoy myself. Not gon' talk to no one from EWC 'cause nobody cares about Gully. Speak to A$h."
A$hley waves at the camera and blows us a kiss. Hatchet puts the title on his shoulder and she goes to the hallway to make sure the coast is clear. As he walks by Warren grabs his leg and Hatchet kicks back and then stomps on his head, knocking him out cold. The screen goes black when he makes contact and we hear A$hley laughing.
"Let's go, Gully. I hear 'em coming."
We hear them running away as help arrives.
Deneen: Our mein event of the evening is set for one fall, with the winner getting a shot at the FSW Championship! Introducing first....
The titantron is lit with a live feed of the backstage corridor, making his way to the ring, is none other than the former United States Champion smiling and sending a good natured nod of respect to personnel in between air punches as he passes them. The crowd roars in enthusiasm as a FSW stylized nameplate flashes on-screen. Creed takes a left detouring for the stage entrance and the feed is cut. The tron is – almost immediately – re-surged by his custom video package and the arena is filled with a mixture of cheers and “Hero” by Skillet which trumpets from the PA system.
Deneen: Making his way to the ring all the way from Asheville, North Carolina...CREEEEEEEEEEED!!
The crowd explode to their feet to welcome one of their favorite extremists, Creed, stepping out center stage; his golden mane draping down the shoulders of his black leather jacket and toothy grin peering through his thick beard. He took a moment to pause with his hands placed on his sides, glaring out at all sides of the arena, just as he had multiple times before and proceeded to walk at a moderate pace down the ramp -- guided by the halo spotlight from high above. While approaching the apron, Creed would slap five with a line of his fans in the front row and ascend up the steel steps. Walking the apron with that fuzzy grin in a slow saunter; feeding into the cheers; he then raises a single fist into the air and enters between the ropes. Thereafter he climbs up to the second rung of the nearest turnbuckle, clenching his fist, and holding them high above his head for all to see.
Deneen: And his opponent, now residing in Chattanooga, Tennessee....Lexie Glass!
Empire Of The Sun's Tonight playing on the PA with gold, light blue, and purple lights flashing on the stage and ramp as she walks down and jumps around the sides of the barricade around the ring hugging and slapping hands with the fans.
DING DING DING!
The match starts off as both wrestlers lock up in the middle of the ring. Creed whips Glass into the ropes and delivers a powerful clothesline, knocking Glass over the top rope. The ref begins to count as Creed goes to the outside to bring Glass back in. The ref gets up to 8 and then both men are back in the ring. This time Glass sends Creed into the ropes and does a standing dropkick which makes Creed cut a backflip. Glass goes for the pin.
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Glass then gets up and she picks up Creed and gives him a powerslam. Creed then rolls to the outside to catch his breath.
Wright: It seems like Glass wants a quick win.
Creed then manages to roll into the ring when the ref hits 7, but he rolls right back out because Glass was waiting for him to get in. He trips Glass and hurries into the ring. Creed then hits a Russian leg sweep on Glass. Creed then tries to regain his strength and finally does but Glass is already up. Creed dropkicks Glass into the corner and spinning heel kicks her to the ground. He then pulls Glass to the middle of the ring and does the boston crab. Glass struggles to reach the ropes and finally makes it. Creed breaks up the hold and tries to attack Glass again, but the ref holds him back. Creed then trips Glass and locks the Boston crab on her again. Glass almost taps out, but finally reverses the hold and does the sharpshooter to Creed. Creed quickly makes it to the ropes.
Wright: What a great manuver by Glass to save herself!
Shelby: Both combatants doing some submissions, tryin to weaken the other.
Creed then hurries to his feet and so does Glass. Creed runs at Glass and tries for another clothesline but misses, and gets a clothesline on his way back from the ropes. Glass then stares at the body and picks it up again and this time does a tiger suplex. She rolls up Creed.
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Glass then gets up and she does a rolling thunder to Creed, but knocks out the ref in the meantime so there is no count being made. Finally another ref makes it to the ring.
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Glass then gets up and she is shocked. She looks around in bewilderment that Creed keeps kicking out of everything she's dishing out.
Wright: Creed is kicking out right and left!
Shelby: Glass seems like she can't finish him off.
Glass then picks up Creed and hits back to back German suplexes. As Lexie plays to the crowd a bit, Creed slowly gets up, and as Lexie turns around, Creed hits her with the Crescendo!
Shelby: Looks like Creed has finally woken up. Glass doesn't stand a chance now.
Creed gets up and looks around the arena. He stares down at the fallen Glass, with a look on his eyes that says, "How did she almost pull this off?" He picks Glass up, places her on the top rope, climbs up himself, and executes a vicious Poetry in Motion!!. Creed gets up, and goes for the cover.
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DING DING DING!
Deneen: Your winner....Creed!!
Wright: Great win by Creed, and he now will get his shot at the FSW title!
SHelby: Another good showing for Lexie Glass as well, but she came up just short. And wither the FSW title? Jeremy Warren was laid out cold!
Wright: And Hatchet Gully and A$hley Quid too off with the gold as well. We'll get you an update on our champion as soon as we can. For Dick, Deneen and the crew, I'm Franklin Wright, signing off. See you in Hollywood!
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Steven Kingston d. 'Nuclear Destruction'
MATCH 2 - Kristian Bane d. Dorian Black
MATCH 3 - Otaki d. Jeremy Warren
MAIN EVENT - Creed d. Lexie Glass
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