Post by PARAMOUNT on Jul 30, 2017 21:03:48 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.
"DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER"
"MARTYRS FOR LIFE"
"VEGAS RISING"
Wright: WELCOME TO FUTURE STARS! I'm your host and play by play man, Franklin Wright, and my partner in crime is the venerable Dick Shelby. Dick, we heard the news break last week ladies and gentlemen and It looks like we're opening tonight's FSW with the reveal, so what’s it gonna be Dick?
Shelby: We’re about to find out as we hand you over to Deneen McQueen.
McQueen: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome in the ring… Mr. Justin Wilder!!!!
The crowd is quiet, Justin Wilder isn’t someone the EWC audience is familiar with, it feels a bit of an anti-climax inside the arena. Wilder dressed in a sharp suit, sat on a stool with a mic in hand, addresses the Lafayette crowd.
Wilder: What…. You’re not going to get on your feet and cheer me? You don’t know who I am?! Well let me introduce myself, I am Justin Wilder and I am a man you’d start better getting used to seeing around here in the FSW, because ladies and gentlemen, this is the return of the JAY CONNECTION SHOW!!!
Parts of the crowd begin to stir… The Jay Connection Show was a talk show segment in the EWC back in the mid 00’s, but not hosted by this man.
Wilder: That’s right, The Jay Connection Show, now get out here!
‘This Fire Burns’ by Killswitch Engage hits, the lights go off and a spotlight shines down on the former EWC US Champion and former member of Project: Chaos… Jay Reynolds, he garners a mixed reaction, part of the crowd jeering him and the others cheering for him, he has a bandana covering the bottom half of his face and his long purple hair draped down over his eyes.
McQueen: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to the EWC…. JAY REYNOLDS!!!!
He walks down the ramp way not acknowledging the fans stretching their arms out hoping for a touch from the returning superstar. He rolls under the bottom rope and perches himself on the other stool next to Wilder.
Shelby: I can’t believe it, not that Reynolds is back, but back in FSW.
White: A great coup for the brand though, well done Tyson.
Justin Wilder gets up onto his feet and menacingly walks around the ring, he pats Jay on the shoulder.
Wilder: You see… the first thing many will be wondering, is why is Jay Reynolds joining the FSW brand? Well you see, Jay is a screw up! A failure! He has under achieved and under achieved for years in this business, but not for much longer. With me by his side in Future Stars of Wrestling there’s only one guarantee…. And that is, that the future of this company is Jay Reynolds. He will make sure all the new hopefuls walking through the doors of the EWC don’t climb above him. If their star begins to shine bright, he’ll smash that star to pieces and when the time is right, that’s when we decide to take the FSW Championship for ourselves.
The crowd begin to heavily boo and jeer Wilder, following his statements of trying to keep new talent down. Jay continues to just sit on his stool, head down facing the mat, hair dangling down.
Shelby: This is no Jay Connection show! The man isn’t even talking, this is a farce, just a way for Wilder to make a name for himself through Reynolds, why is Jay doing this, he’s an EWC legend, don’t turn your back on the company and try to destroy it’s future.
Wilder: The thing is, Jay Reynolds has no future without me and now that he has me, the roster on FSW now has no future, at least no more success in that future because Jay is the Future Shock, he’ll do anything I ask, if I want Dick Shelby to finally shut his mouth over on commentary… I’ll get Jay to do it.
You see Dick Shelby gulp over at ringside.
Wright: Ha, I’d quite like that!
Wilder: If I want Jay to end an FSW match, I’ll send him out. If I want someone taken out, Jay will do it, but this time, do it successfully. There is no room for more failure now he has aligned himself with me, God forbid he fails! I wasn’t lying when I broke the news on a returning segment, The Jay Connection Show is back, but like you’ve never seen it before, because FSW is now…. The Jay Connection Show!!!
He chucks his microphone on the mat and steps out of the ring as Jay Reynolds emotionless follows him out of the ring as the crowd begin hurling insults at the pair.
Wright: Well I must admit this is disturbing on all fronts, for the future of the brand and why Jay Reynolds has become this puppet for Justin Wilder.
Shelby: It makes me sick, this brand is for the future of the company as a whole and now we have these jackasses on it, what are you thinking of Tyson! Well folks we move on now, but we haven’t seen the last of these men for sure.
A dual debut, pitting two FSW vets in Bane & Larson against the newcomers Joldaker and Matthew Kurtis. These four men went all out and tried to steal the show right off the jump. Joldaker goes after the big Bane, but is not rewarded for his efforts as Bane takes him down with his array of power moves. Larson and Kurtis make their way in and have a small showcase of moves and counter moves, each showing off their skills. Eventually things break down and all four men are brawling at the same time, and within that brawl, Larson manages to get Joldaker and hit him with his Chain Breaker, getting himself and Bane the victory
The lights shut off in the Cajun Dome and the EWCTV feed cuts to the backstage area. Magdalena Lockheart is seen preparing for her match tonight within the confines of one of the many locker rooms. She's lacing up her wrestling boots when suddenly the lights shut off inside of the room as well.
Maggie Lockheart: Great. Just great. Did somebody forget to pay the electricity bill or something?
The lights within the locker room flicker and come back to life albeit eerily dim. Standing behind Maggie is A$hley Quid, the valet of Hatchet Gully.
A$hley Quid: Alright?
Her soft-spoken word nearly cause Maggie to jump out of her wrestling boots. Maggie turns with her fists raised but it's immediately clear to her that A$hley isn't here looking for a fight. She lowers her fists.
Maggie Lockheart: Jesus Christ, you scared me. What's going on? Just what in the hell are you doing inside of my dressing roo-
A$hley Quid: Don't you mind that. The 'why' is much more important. I'm sure you've gotten a lot ov eyes on ya after your match with FSW Champion Otaki. You've got our attention too, luv. That was a bloody good showing. For your first.
Maggie Lockheart: You didn't answer my question.
A$hley Quid: Can you imagine, yeah? What if that match was for the championship. You'd 'ave the title and be 50 grand richer! I'm sure you've 'eard about my little bounty on Otaki's head.
Maggie Lockheart: I heard...
Magdalena sighs and collects her thoughts.
Maggie Lockheart: ...and to be honest, I don't want any part of it.
A$hley Quid: You wot?
Maggie Lockheart: In case you missed it, after the match was over Otaki and I shook each others hand. We're both competitors and we both fought really hard, but in the end the two of us just have a lot of respect for one another. So if you don't mind, I'd really like to finish getting dressed-
A$hley giggles.
A$hley Quid: Respect you say? Now there's a bit o' currency that doesn't get you nothing. The only thing Gully respects is that title. The name. The only thing I respect is the cash. We're just trying to make things a bit more competitive. I get ya though, luv. If you don't want the money then there's no way I can force you, can I? I'll just have to remind you about that little tattoo parlor that you own. It's up in New York City, innit?
Maggie's eyes widen as A$hley brings up the Tattoo Parlor.
A$hley Quid: You've like, what? Five, maybe six employees on the books? Then there's the rent, the cost of needles and ink, all ov the other bills that a joint like that must 'ave. Also I 'ear that the business is in a lil' bit ov a slump right now, yeah? Got you in a bit of a bother?
Lockheart doesn't respond, but A$hley can tell by the look on her face that she is right-on with her assessments.
A$hley Quid: Aww, that's too bad. I feel for ya, I truly do. I know what you make with these measly FSW starter checks, and it must barely be enough to keep from losing your... grandfather's old business... innit?
Maggie Lockheart: How in the hell did you know about that?!
A$hley just grins with innocence.
A$hley Quid: Alls I'm asking is that you consider the offer. Even 25 G's will go a long way to pay your employees. Don't be so selfish. Think about them for a change, yeah? You've already proven that you've got what it takes to bring Otaki back down to earth. Now finish what you started and let us take care ov ya.
The lights flicker and A$hley looks up, annoyed. She jumps up and taps the bulb.
A$hley Quid: Get your life sorted, mate.
The lights come back on inside the arena and the feed returns to ringside.
Franklin Wright: Alright now, this FSW bounty-gate has gone too far.
Dick Shelby: Recruiting the woman who pulled off the major upset last week to attempt to collect the bounty is going too far?
Franklin Wright: I understand why A$hley Quid is doing it, that's not my issue. The whole point of this is revenge brought down by Hatchet Gully after failing to take the championship away from Otaki at Scars and Stripes.
Dick Shelby: Hold on there, Frank. I don't remember Gully ever taking credit for this bounty?
Franklin Wright: Whatever. I'm not as gullible as you, apparently. Offering twenty-five G's to anyone who can injure Otaki enough to take her out of action isn't just simply amoral, it's borderline against the law. Or at least it should be, if it's not already. What if a fan hops the barricade and attacks our Champion with a knife or something?
Dick Shelby: Well then, at least they'll be able to afford posting bail...
Franklin Wright: This is absolutely disgusting. I sure hope that Magdalena Lockheart doesn't fall into their trap!
The returning Stephen Kingston faces off against Vegas Lawson, and with Night of Champions on the horizon, both me were looking to set themselves up to be in the running to be Otaki's next challenger, and this match carried the weight of those desires. It started slow, both men feeling each other out, taking few chances. Lawson makes the first move and gains the advantage, taking Kingston down with an arm drag, and proceeding to work him over with holds, working his arms, trying to weaken them. Kingston manages to break back and gain the advantage on Lawson, tryin to work him over to set up for his own finisher. Lawson manages to wrest control back, and hits a tilt a whirl DDT, but not enough to hold Kingston down. Lawson starts to move in for the kill, but Kingston is just a step ahead, getting away from him and resetting the action. Both men move in, but this time, Kingston gets the upper hand at last, hitting Lawson with 15 Minutes, and getting a hard earned win.
The wandering FSW cameras roam the backstage area of the Cajun Dome. One of them captures a glimpse of a very special fan, one who has already featured prominently in an equally special promo cut by FSW superstar Lexie Glass a while ago.
Caleb Turner the graduate student who took Lexie Glass to his prom ball a few months ago is here, dressed in a black double-breasted suit, grey shirt and a tie complimented by black slacks and brown Oxford shoes. A backstage passport hangs around his neck, keeping him out of trouble with security while he seems to search for something or someone.
But other potential trouble approaches in the shape of FSW bad girl Hope Diamond who is still in her civilian clothes, a simple white tee and low-cut jeans with cowboy boots carry a gym bag over her shoulder.
Hope: Hello! You must be Caleb Turner. How nice to meet you.
Caleb: Hello… You are Hope Diamond…
Hope: Yes, that´s right. Are you looking for your seat?
Caleb: No. I was… looking for Lexie.
Hope: I think she is busy getting ready for her match.
Caleb seems to think about something for a moment.
Caleb: You don´t like Lexie very much, do you?
Hope: We wrestlers are very emotional. It is not easy to like someone you compede with. I definitely like you Caleb. It was very brave when you asked out someone to be your prom queen whom you never met before.
Caleb Turner beams.
Caleb: And Lexie and her friend were so very nice.
Hope: I´m sure they were. I would just be a little careful if I were you.
Suddenly Caleb´s smile is gone, His brows furrow and he looks unhappy all of a sudden.
Caleb: Why is that?
Hope: You see, Lexie got a lot of sympathy after she appeared with you in public. And you are a brave but very trusting young man. I´m worried that she could use you for her own ends to get more positive publicity especially now that she lost one match and has a tough one coming up tonight. Not everything about Lexie is as it seems. I tell you something…
Hope sets the gym bag down and digs into it. After a moment she shoves something into Caleb´s hand that looks like a business card.
Hope: You can reach my manager here. If you need something or think Lexie is using you or you just want to talk call him and I get in touch.
Caleb: That´s very nice of you.
Hope: I just don´t want you to get hurt. You are too good for this. Now I´m so sorry that I have to get ready for my own fight. I would be happy to meet you again soon.
She leaves behind Caleb Turner who smiles dreamily at the card in his palm before the camera fades out to find something else to record.
These three ladies put on a show from bell to bell. Cheyenne announced herself as a worthy competitor off the rip, going after last week's upset winner Maggie Lockheart with reckless abandon, looking to make an early statement. Lexie would not be outdone and quickly got her hands in, going after both Maggie and Cheyenne, showing no fear. Maggie managed to get out of the blitz in the beginning. Cheyenne showed no mercy as she was nearly a one woman wrecking ball, not giving either Maggie or Lexie room to breathe. Lexie was up to the task forthe most part, as she gave as good as she got from Cheyenne. Maggie picked her spots, chipping away at the others and backing out when it got too hot. Cheyenne was the center of it all, and in the end, she was the one standing tall, as she managed to flip Lexie into a Woman's Scorn and avoid Maggie's attenpt to break up the pin, and got an impressive debut win.
The FSW Tron opens up and we get a shot of Gunther Dooley standing at the edge of a wooded area. He throws a cigar down before speaking. He taps on the camera lens as if he's tapping everyone in the world on the shoulder.
Gunther Dooley: Hey world. I love this fancy technology. It's like I'm there with you guys, but I aint' there. I must apologize to the beautiful people of Louisiana for not being there tonight. I know you are disappointed in ol' Gunther. I promised to come into FSW and whoop ass, and I did. I beat the stew out of James Larson then I wasn't heard from.
Believe me world, I wanted to be in Lafayette tonight, but I had some prior engagements that I couldn't get out of. My pops wanted me to be at a big cattle auction that I couldn't get out of. I promise though, that "the toughest son of a bitch in DeSoto County" will be at FSW in South Carolina and back to whoopin' ass. You fine people enjoy the rest of the show.
The purple one was not in the best of moods after last's show's big upset, and having to face another debuting person in Dani Kennedy. Otaki was fairly quick and a nit merciless for her, owing to the repeated attempts to injure her. Dani was overwhelmed by this version of Otaki, as she put some of her showy things aside and went more direct with her attack, and eventually finishing up with a Grand Finale to get a back-on-track win.
As FSW comes back on from the super annoying commercial break, it cuts to the commentary table.
Shelby: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve just been informed that Valora’s manager, Mick, has been barred from ringside by complaint from Hope Diamond. Somehow she convinced the powers-that-be that Mick poses a threat to the fairness of the main event match.
Wright: Mick couldn’t hurt a fly if he wanted to. The man is elderly. I think this is just more mind games and trap setting by Hope Diamond.
Shelby: Be that as it may be, Valora won’t have his services tonight, and we apologize to all the little old ladies at the bingo halls and nursing homes that fawn over the Mickster every week.
Deneen: Our main event is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first,… from Los Angeles California,… HOPE DIAMONDDDDD!!!
The intro of Black Diamond blasts out of the sound system. Almost a minute passes before Hope appears from behind the curtain in cue with the start of her songs´ lyrics. She blows kisses and waves her hands seemingly oblivious of boos and heat as she walks down the aisle to the ring. After climbing the stairs she leans comfortably into the ropes from the outside, smirking at the crowd and their reaction before she slowly steps through the ropes. Once inside the ring Hope ignores the fans as she stretches and limbers up in her corner until her theme fades out.
Deneen: And her opponent, from Phoenix Arizona, she is the reigning EWC Television Champion on lease from Monday Night Brawl.....VALORAAA THOMASSSSSSS!!!
"Kick In The Teeth" by Papa Roach plays and Valora comes out WITHOUT her manager, Mick, behind her. As she heads down the aisle toward the ring, she tags hands here and there before running up the steps and entering into the ring. Instead of her usual rather tame boxing and kicking moves Valora assaults the ring post in her corner, battering it with a series of kicks that shake the post in its foundations before she kicks high into the air to show off a shin seemingly untouched by the ordeal. As her music slowly dies down, Val rattles the ring post again this time with some rapid-fire punches before flexing for the crowd. The fans who usually just oooh and aaah her martial prowess go downright hysteric tonight.
Val paces back and forth in her corner like a caged animal while Hope plays the opposite by leaning against her corner almost lazily, mouthing stuff across the ring to her whole motioning to some kiddies at ringside who should probably be in bed.
Once again the referee pulls her off and admonishes her for her unruliness, and once again he is rebuffed by the vengeful young lady who storms right back at Hope, driving a maddening salvo of knees into Diamond’s diaphragm. A few of them lift her off the mat a little and before long Hope crumbles to a knee. Picking her up for a Scoop Slam, Val changes course and issues a Gut Buster across the knee, then traps her there and wears out Hope’s rear-end with a brutal spanking!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACCCCCK!
ANNND BIG WIND UP….
SMAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!
Shelby: OH… MY GOD! She’s giving Hope a dose of humiliation less than a minute in!
Wright: Most epic spanking ever!
Muscling Hope up, the TV Champion BITCH SLAPS her so hard it sends the FSW Vixen comically through the ropes to the outside.
The crowd is on fire, clapping their hands and stomping their feet for their fan favorite. Valora goes to chase her down but thinks differently and remains in the ring, riling the fans up with hand and body movements akin to the Ultimate Warrior - to include some minor rope shaking.
Shelby: This place has come unglued! They are solidly behind Valora and for good reason!
Wright: Hope is finding out there’s more to Valora than she reckoned when you don’t cheap shot her with a big hunk a metal. Diamond is getting LIT UP and embarrassed by her.
Pacing in the middle of the ring, Valora begs for Hope to re-enter and gives her plenty of space to do so. Using nearly all of the ten count, Hope marches up the steps and enters, requesting a good ole Test of Strength to restart the festivities all of a sudden. Amused by it and eager to humiliate Hope even more, the shorter but fitter female nods and cautiously greets her in the middle of the ring. They lace a hand then another hand and crash into the test of might and will.
For twenty seconds a stalemate is reached, but then it’s Valora who breaks and is slowly driven to a knee, then her other knee, shaking her head in disbelief. Before Valora can even think of making the epic hero comeback in this scenario, Hope yanks her upward and falls back, delivering a Money Flip. Rolling through with it and keeping her hands gripped with Val’s, she yanks her back up and repeats the process, this time releasing and LAUNCHING Thomas hard into the corner upside down. Valora smacks the canvas on the back of her head and shoulders, and has little time to recuperate before Hope is on her like a dog to a bone. Rooting her up, Hope traps her in the corner and Hair Beels her clear into the center of the ring, crashing the Karate Cutie on her fronts. She follows up with a running Legdrop across her back once, twice, even a third time before mounting her back and repeatedly ramming Valora’s face into the canvas.
Shelby: This is turning out to be a brawl than anything else! There’s not going to be any textbook wrestling clinics tonight it seems!
Wright: Neither one is fighting their usual way. Valora is a patient counter fighter, while Hope is more tricksy and submission orientated. Hope did just target the back some but then she went straight for busting Val’s face up on the mat.
Shelby: One thing I’m seeing is Hope can enjoy the strength advantage for once. She’s got a good 15 pounds on Val and has used it well. She even won that test of strength. That truly surprised me, with Val seeming to have more functional strength just by looking at her.
In the ring Hope locks her hands around Val´s jaw and pulls her upper body up from the mat in a Camel Clutch, leaning further and further back and bending the Karate Cutie further and further until Val is twisted into an almost perfect L-shape, her legs nailed to the canvas but vertical from the hip upwards.
Wright: Argh!
Shelby: If not for her flexibility Val would be breaking in half now.
But Valora is not breaking. She uses the pain tolerance she built beating trees and uses the fact that Hope is effectively supporting her weight to get her own hands off the mat and to dig her fingers deep into the soft tissue, blood vessels and nerves of Hope´s wrists, finding just the right pressure points.
Hope shrieks in pain when her hold slips. Valora uses her control over her wrists and arms to flip Hope off of her back.
A loud, sick smack echoes through the Cajun Dome as Val stuns her opponent with a karate chop to the neck. Her face still tense with rage and pain Valora locks Hope in a Rear Naked Choke and pulls her along, stepping through the ropes without releasing Hope for a second.
The kiddies in the front row, Val’s special little guests flown in from San Jose, cheer their hero as she keeps Hope in the hold and goes down the line, letting them all get some shots in. Some douse her with soda, others with assorted foods, and some even haul off and slap her and punch her in the face!
Wright: I’m surprised the referee isn’t dq’ing Valora for this.
Shelby: I think everyone including the ref wants to see the children get some payback after what Hope did! She’s getting beaten up by a bunch of kids, hahaha!
Valora drags her back to the ring and rolls her in, then makes a quick sweep by the kids, giving them all high fives before leaping onto the apron then springboarding in for a Flying Elbow!
MISS!
Valora scrambles to her feet clutching her elbow, surprised by Hope’s resilience. Raging also, Hope plows into Valora with a shoulder to the gut and keeps trucking until they smash the corner. She doesn’t let up though, and pulverizes Valora’s midriff with shoulder rams so fast and fierce that the Karate Cutie winds up wedged awkwardly between the top and middle buckles. The ref tries to butt in but Hope cuts him off by looping Valora’s head and driving her brutally into the mat with a Modified DDT.
As Valora lies near motionless, Hope goes about wiping the food and drinks off her best she can, getting more pissed with each piece of naco and cheese she finds in her hair. She yells some things to the children and points to their battered hero before dragging her to the center of the ring by the hair. She drives a series of knees into her temple to groggy her up, then turns her facing the kids and yells for the ring camera to move in closer.
Hope locks Val´s legs between her own before falling to the side on her back. She pulls on Val's arms while she raises her legs vertically into the air and applies pressure until the Karate cutie screams her agony right into the close-up of the camera.
Wright: Again Hope makes use of her strength and size for this move.
Shelby: Let's not forget Thomas comes off a brutal match against Rebel Rhodes in Brawl just a few days ago. I think Hope is very lucky to have that advantage to cash in on or the fight would be going otherwise.
Wright: Possibly. Not to mention also, Mick has been barred from ringside too. Not that the fact is doing Val Thomas any good.
In the ring the ref checks on Valora asking if she is willing to give. Between sobs and tears she refuses and Hope pulls even harder only to suddenly kick her away. Thomas twitches around on the mat while Hope gets up and nonchalantly leans into the ropes. She is taking her time, letting Val recover while she casually flips off the kids.
Shelby: Gross!
As soon as Val stirs Hope drives a kick into her ribs and falls back into the ropes taunting Val to add insult to the obvious injury. Again Valora struggles upward. She is back on her hands and knees when Hope strolls in and drops a knee into her neck, only to go back to the ropes and inspect her manicure while Val fights the pain and the fog before her eyes.
Through an act of sheer willpower Val forces herself into the vertical again only to give Hope a new opportunity to launch herself at her, this time landing draped across her back to lock in the Catherine Wheel. An arrogant smirk spreads across Hope's face as Val sinks down on one knee, one arm overextended and her throat trapped between Hope´s calf and thigh.
Then suddenly Valora Thomas flips over, driving her opponent's neck into the mat with a desperation Vertebreaker that Thomas transitions into a vicious Straight armbar.
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
Shelby: OMG! What a comeback from Thomas!
Wright: And the crowd is behind her!
Hope squeals and flails her legs. Her free hand searches for ways to counter but Val is too skilled in the submission arts and quells any counter attempts. In a stroke of luck, Hope’s flailing legs breach the bottom rope, forcing the ref to step in. Val refuses to let go until the count of 4 and 99/100th.
When she breaks it, Hope scrambles under the bottom rope to the outside, with Val wrapped around her legs like white on rice. Hope hits tummy and face first on the thin pads outside and Val grabs a tighter hold on her lower half. The Karate Cutie suddenly explodes up with Hope in tow, unleashing a primal scream as she delivers a brutal Wheel Barrow Release German Suplex!!!
Hope winds up prone and nearly knocked out, while Val collapses clutching the weakened areas that Rebel and Hope have tenderized this week.
Shelby: Val’s back on track. I gotta admit, Hope has been in control much of the match, but that move there just swung it back to Val in a big way.
Wright: The only problem is, she can’t capitalize. She hurt herself in the process. Val’s fighting off of emotion and pushing her already battered body too far possibly.
The pair get up at the same time and Val strikes first with a Running Bulldog! Hearing the ref shout “8”, Val rolls into the ring, resetting the count to zero, then pulls her beleaguered frame to a stand on the apron. Running the length of it, she leaps off and
THWACK!
Gets clobbered in the solar plexus with a desperately thrown roundhouse kick. Seeming to get a second wind, Hope drags her by the hair over to the kiddie section, then Pump Handle Stun Guns her onto the top of the barricade as a bit of payback from earlier, and even snatches one of the kids’ candies and smashes it in their face. The crowd releases a deep hatred of jeers toward the FSW Vixen but she blows it off and rolls back into the ring, mocking Val to hurry up and make it before the ten count.
It’s not until the count of seven that Valora shows signs of urgency, crawling, coughing, sputtering onto the ring apron and just barely getting herself in by the ten count, and receives a score of boots to the head for it. Hope peels her up from the mat only to get smashed with an Uppercut, followed by a Spinning Back Kick and a super fast Pele Kick that knocks her down into a backroll.
Shelby: Uh oh here we go! Val getting that second wind!
Wright: And not a moment too soon!
Hope pops back up, shocked and loopy, and finds her nemesis bounding off the ropes with a Handspring Back Elbow.
Hope steps back just enough for the blow to fall short, allowing her to counter. She pins Valora’s arms behind her back and lifts her into a Glam Slam position, holding her in place for the crowd to see. The Karate Cutie bawls in pain and thrashes but can’t buck free, then suddenly the vicious vixen thunders into a sitout, pancaking Valora with a nasty face first Flapjack.
Not missing a beat, she crosses Val’s feet and pushes them forward so that the bottoms of her boots are touching her butt, and she leans forward pushing them with her body, trapping them there. She then grabs Valora’s arms at the bend of the elbows and pulls her up and back, compacting her into a modified submission hold.
Shelby: This is almost too much to bear!
Wright: I don’t see how Valora can get out of this!
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Hope: ASK HER REF! ASK HER! THE BITCH IS SAYING YES!
Ref leans in close.
Valora: NOOOO!!!
Hope: GIVE UP BITCH, I GOTCHA, YOU AREN’T GOING ANYWHERE!
She cranks even harder, a pained and terrified expression coming over Val’s face.
Valora: (gasping) I… i… g.. GO TO HELL BITCH!
A whole new level of pissed off consumes Hope. The defiance can not stand. She releases the hold and goes on a maddening stomping spree, culminating with the referee forcibly grabbing Hope and throwing her off of Valora.
Hope stares daggers at the ref but finally steps back. She leans into the ropes playing her waiting game again.
VA-LO-RA!!!
VA-LO-RA!!!
VA-LO-RA!!!
It is the chant of the crowd – with the kids chanting the loudest – that brings Valora back into her vertical base. Painfully slow and still unsteady on her feet she raises her arms to continue the fight.
Hope walks up to her, sidesteps an elbow that seems to move in slow motion compared to Val´s usual lightning speed. She catches Val´s incoming knee and holds on to it, slapping her in the face before hitting a Fisherman’s Suplex. One isn’t good enough though. Swiveling through and back up, Hope keeps Val’s knee captured and lands another one, then another, and finally a last one. The ring rattles from the impact of each one, and leaves the TV Champion strewn across the mat like a victim of a hurricane.
Shelby: Rolling Fisherman Suplexes! Jesus! Val should have stayed down. She should have quit while she had the chance and live to fight another day! We haven’t seen Valora punished like this before, and now Hope’s just showboating.
Wright: Val has more guts than brains! After what happened at that gym, Hope’s gonna have to put a blade through Val’s chest before she gives up on those kids. However, Hope has hatched a brilliant plan tonight; she’s targeted those injured ribs and back, pulverized them, has bent and contorted Valora in all sorts of ways.
Hope gets behind her and props her up into a sitting position. She takes her time sliding her legs into position for the Diamond’s Curse all while she continues to bitch slap the TV Champion.
Finally Hope waves at the nearest camera, takes an exaggerated deep breath and applies pressure around Val´s throat and neck from all sides at once.
She lets out a mighty roar when Valora goes limp, throws her on her back and in an eerie moment of history repeating itself, she places her boot on Valora’s face.
Shelby: Oh no! Not like this!
Wright: Say it ain´t so Joe….
ONE…!!!
TWO…!!!
THREE…!!!
The arena explodes in boos which does not stop Hope from raising her arms and basking in the glory of all the heat she gets.
Shelby: This is one show where I did not want to see FSW win.
Wright: Agreed. But a match is a match we have to eat that. Only positive thing is that Hope now has a huge bulls eye painted all over her. Thomas won´t let that rest.
Shelby: But Valora has a problem of her own. Hope Diamond just proved that the Karate Cutie can be beat.
Wright: True. I’m stunned. But Hope was right all along as much as some may hate to admit it. She said if you catch Val off guard in and out of the ring, do things she doesn’t expect, make things personal, switch out moves so that Val can’t study them, she’s a “sitting duck”.
Shelby: Barring Mick from ringside was a huge blow too. Hope laid a trap out and Val fought through it with heart and guts but in the end she hit the wall. Her body gave out and Hope took it for the pickings. One’s gotta wonder how different things would have been without the advantages.
Wright: I’m sure we’ll find out someday. This isn’t over, we all know that it may have just begun. Oh now what?
Hope Diamond had been arguing with the ref. Now he hands her both of Valora´s belts, the genuine TV belt and the replacement X-Div belt.
Hope looks at them both with obvious disgust then throws the TV belt down on the unconscious body of her opponent. As she is about to exit the ring, Mick darts in trembling with sorrow over what has transpired. Hope scoffs at him and flinches like she’s going to go after him, to which he quickly tears off his jacket and throws up his dukes.
She busts out laughing and slings the replacement X-Division belt over shoulder and exits the ring to a ovation of hatred so profound that it takes on a life form of its own, and she embraces it fully.
The final scene shifts back to inside the ring, where Mick is hovering over Valora as she lies there in a heartbreaking defeat.
Hope Diamond stumbles out of the ring, the fatigue and pain clearly visible despite her arrogant smile. She's halfway up the aisle ignoring the boos and the fans who reach out to her but no to high-five but to slap her when the lights dim....
#SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART......
Atreyu's cover of “You give Love a bad name” hit's the PA system and through the curtains steps the raven haired Rebel Melinda Rhodes. She sports a sleeveless black and red Bad Mother Fucker T-shirt, blue jeans, motorcycle boots, and gloves. In her right hand is a bright red aluminum baseball bat and in her left is a microphone. Her brown eyes glare with anger at the frozen Hope Diamond in the middle of the aisle. She brings the mic to her lips.
Rebel: Nah ah.... Bitch, your ass is mine.
Hope growls with anger, but knows she's in no condition to fight after that match. She darts through the crowd, but the Rebel doesn't move beyond a casual stride, her hips swaying with each clomp of her boots on the metal ramp. She smiles and watches as Hope disappears through the exit doors.
Rebel: Keep running honey....
Mel turns around and steps through the entrance arch curtains.
The camera cuts, following a frantic Hope as she shoves people aside, making a beeline through hallways to the parking lot. She gets slowed down by a young man pushing a file cart, and shoves it and the young man aside.
Moment's later she's out in the parking lot to find a horrific sight. Her rental car is gone.
Hope: *stomping her foot* DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT!!!
A familiar voice: Where you gonna' run to now, Hope Zirconia?
Hope spins around along with the camera to find Melinda Rhodes slowly walking towards her while twirling the ball bat in her hand. Hope looks around wildly for an escape of some sort while backing away from the slowly approaching Rebel.
Rebel: I've worked the Cajun Dome before. Really great place with a fuck ton of secret passage ways. Now let's talk Monday Night Brawl.
Just as Mel looks to make a home run swing, a black Mercedes happens to pull out of a parking space with Lou Thirteen behind the wheel.
Lou: * shouting * GET IN THE CAR, MS. DIAMOND!!!!
She dives through the open back door of the car and into the backseat. The Rebel runs towards the Mercedes as it spins it's ass around. She manages to smash the back glass out of the limousine with two swings of her baseball bat while it's tires spin and burn rubber. Before she can reach through to pull Hope out, however, the car speeds off, leaving The Rebel in the dust.
Mel slowly nods her head. The camera moves in close to her face, catching her every word, her eyes focused on the car as it spins out onto the highway, narrowly avoiding a big rig in the process.
Rebel: Run while you can, as fast as you can, because you'll get tired eventually....
Fade to black....
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Larson/Bane d. Joldaker/Kurtis
MATCH 2 - Stephen Kingston d. Vegas Lawson
MATCH 3 - Cheyenne d. Lexie Glass & Maggie Lockheart
MATCH 4 - Otaki d. Dani Kennedy
MAIN EVENT - Hope Diamond d. Valora Thomas
MVP: Hope Diamond
WRITERS : JT, Hope, Valora, Gully, Rebel, Jay, Maggie & Dooley
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
EPISODE #43
JULY 30TH, 2017LIVE! from the Cajun Dome - Lafayette, Louisiana
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 Otaki 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.
"DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER"
"MARTYRS FOR LIFE"
"VEGAS RISING"
FSW!
FSW!
FSW!
FSW!
FSW!
Wright: WELCOME TO FUTURE STARS! I'm your host and play by play man, Franklin Wright, and my partner in crime is the venerable Dick Shelby. Dick, we heard the news break last week ladies and gentlemen and It looks like we're opening tonight's FSW with the reveal, so what’s it gonna be Dick?
Shelby: We’re about to find out as we hand you over to Deneen McQueen.
McQueen: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome in the ring… Mr. Justin Wilder!!!!
The crowd is quiet, Justin Wilder isn’t someone the EWC audience is familiar with, it feels a bit of an anti-climax inside the arena. Wilder dressed in a sharp suit, sat on a stool with a mic in hand, addresses the Lafayette crowd.
Wilder: What…. You’re not going to get on your feet and cheer me? You don’t know who I am?! Well let me introduce myself, I am Justin Wilder and I am a man you’d start better getting used to seeing around here in the FSW, because ladies and gentlemen, this is the return of the JAY CONNECTION SHOW!!!
Parts of the crowd begin to stir… The Jay Connection Show was a talk show segment in the EWC back in the mid 00’s, but not hosted by this man.
Wilder: That’s right, The Jay Connection Show, now get out here!
‘This Fire Burns’ by Killswitch Engage hits, the lights go off and a spotlight shines down on the former EWC US Champion and former member of Project: Chaos… Jay Reynolds, he garners a mixed reaction, part of the crowd jeering him and the others cheering for him, he has a bandana covering the bottom half of his face and his long purple hair draped down over his eyes.
McQueen: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to the EWC…. JAY REYNOLDS!!!!
He walks down the ramp way not acknowledging the fans stretching their arms out hoping for a touch from the returning superstar. He rolls under the bottom rope and perches himself on the other stool next to Wilder.
Shelby: I can’t believe it, not that Reynolds is back, but back in FSW.
White: A great coup for the brand though, well done Tyson.
Justin Wilder gets up onto his feet and menacingly walks around the ring, he pats Jay on the shoulder.
Wilder: You see… the first thing many will be wondering, is why is Jay Reynolds joining the FSW brand? Well you see, Jay is a screw up! A failure! He has under achieved and under achieved for years in this business, but not for much longer. With me by his side in Future Stars of Wrestling there’s only one guarantee…. And that is, that the future of this company is Jay Reynolds. He will make sure all the new hopefuls walking through the doors of the EWC don’t climb above him. If their star begins to shine bright, he’ll smash that star to pieces and when the time is right, that’s when we decide to take the FSW Championship for ourselves.
The crowd begin to heavily boo and jeer Wilder, following his statements of trying to keep new talent down. Jay continues to just sit on his stool, head down facing the mat, hair dangling down.
Shelby: This is no Jay Connection show! The man isn’t even talking, this is a farce, just a way for Wilder to make a name for himself through Reynolds, why is Jay doing this, he’s an EWC legend, don’t turn your back on the company and try to destroy it’s future.
Wilder: The thing is, Jay Reynolds has no future without me and now that he has me, the roster on FSW now has no future, at least no more success in that future because Jay is the Future Shock, he’ll do anything I ask, if I want Dick Shelby to finally shut his mouth over on commentary… I’ll get Jay to do it.
You see Dick Shelby gulp over at ringside.
Wright: Ha, I’d quite like that!
Wilder: If I want Jay to end an FSW match, I’ll send him out. If I want someone taken out, Jay will do it, but this time, do it successfully. There is no room for more failure now he has aligned himself with me, God forbid he fails! I wasn’t lying when I broke the news on a returning segment, The Jay Connection Show is back, but like you’ve never seen it before, because FSW is now…. The Jay Connection Show!!!
He chucks his microphone on the mat and steps out of the ring as Jay Reynolds emotionless follows him out of the ring as the crowd begin hurling insults at the pair.
Wright: Well I must admit this is disturbing on all fronts, for the future of the brand and why Jay Reynolds has become this puppet for Justin Wilder.
Shelby: It makes me sick, this brand is for the future of the company as a whole and now we have these jackasses on it, what are you thinking of Tyson! Well folks we move on now, but we haven’t seen the last of these men for sure.
OPENER
KRISTIAN BANE/JAMES LARSON Vs JOLDAKER/MATTHEW KURTIS
A dual debut, pitting two FSW vets in Bane & Larson against the newcomers Joldaker and Matthew Kurtis. These four men went all out and tried to steal the show right off the jump. Joldaker goes after the big Bane, but is not rewarded for his efforts as Bane takes him down with his array of power moves. Larson and Kurtis make their way in and have a small showcase of moves and counter moves, each showing off their skills. Eventually things break down and all four men are brawling at the same time, and within that brawl, Larson manages to get Joldaker and hit him with his Chain Breaker, getting himself and Bane the victory
The lights shut off in the Cajun Dome and the EWCTV feed cuts to the backstage area. Magdalena Lockheart is seen preparing for her match tonight within the confines of one of the many locker rooms. She's lacing up her wrestling boots when suddenly the lights shut off inside of the room as well.
Maggie Lockheart: Great. Just great. Did somebody forget to pay the electricity bill or something?
The lights within the locker room flicker and come back to life albeit eerily dim. Standing behind Maggie is A$hley Quid, the valet of Hatchet Gully.
A$hley Quid: Alright?
Her soft-spoken word nearly cause Maggie to jump out of her wrestling boots. Maggie turns with her fists raised but it's immediately clear to her that A$hley isn't here looking for a fight. She lowers her fists.
Maggie Lockheart: Jesus Christ, you scared me. What's going on? Just what in the hell are you doing inside of my dressing roo-
A$hley Quid: Don't you mind that. The 'why' is much more important. I'm sure you've gotten a lot ov eyes on ya after your match with FSW Champion Otaki. You've got our attention too, luv. That was a bloody good showing. For your first.
Maggie Lockheart: You didn't answer my question.
A$hley Quid: Can you imagine, yeah? What if that match was for the championship. You'd 'ave the title and be 50 grand richer! I'm sure you've 'eard about my little bounty on Otaki's head.
Maggie Lockheart: I heard...
Magdalena sighs and collects her thoughts.
Maggie Lockheart: ...and to be honest, I don't want any part of it.
A$hley Quid: You wot?
Maggie Lockheart: In case you missed it, after the match was over Otaki and I shook each others hand. We're both competitors and we both fought really hard, but in the end the two of us just have a lot of respect for one another. So if you don't mind, I'd really like to finish getting dressed-
A$hley giggles.
A$hley Quid: Respect you say? Now there's a bit o' currency that doesn't get you nothing. The only thing Gully respects is that title. The name. The only thing I respect is the cash. We're just trying to make things a bit more competitive. I get ya though, luv. If you don't want the money then there's no way I can force you, can I? I'll just have to remind you about that little tattoo parlor that you own. It's up in New York City, innit?
Maggie's eyes widen as A$hley brings up the Tattoo Parlor.
A$hley Quid: You've like, what? Five, maybe six employees on the books? Then there's the rent, the cost of needles and ink, all ov the other bills that a joint like that must 'ave. Also I 'ear that the business is in a lil' bit ov a slump right now, yeah? Got you in a bit of a bother?
Lockheart doesn't respond, but A$hley can tell by the look on her face that she is right-on with her assessments.
A$hley Quid: Aww, that's too bad. I feel for ya, I truly do. I know what you make with these measly FSW starter checks, and it must barely be enough to keep from losing your... grandfather's old business... innit?
Maggie Lockheart: How in the hell did you know about that?!
A$hley just grins with innocence.
A$hley Quid: Alls I'm asking is that you consider the offer. Even 25 G's will go a long way to pay your employees. Don't be so selfish. Think about them for a change, yeah? You've already proven that you've got what it takes to bring Otaki back down to earth. Now finish what you started and let us take care ov ya.
The lights flicker and A$hley looks up, annoyed. She jumps up and taps the bulb.
A$hley Quid: Get your life sorted, mate.
The lights come back on inside the arena and the feed returns to ringside.
Franklin Wright: Alright now, this FSW bounty-gate has gone too far.
Dick Shelby: Recruiting the woman who pulled off the major upset last week to attempt to collect the bounty is going too far?
Franklin Wright: I understand why A$hley Quid is doing it, that's not my issue. The whole point of this is revenge brought down by Hatchet Gully after failing to take the championship away from Otaki at Scars and Stripes.
Dick Shelby: Hold on there, Frank. I don't remember Gully ever taking credit for this bounty?
Franklin Wright: Whatever. I'm not as gullible as you, apparently. Offering twenty-five G's to anyone who can injure Otaki enough to take her out of action isn't just simply amoral, it's borderline against the law. Or at least it should be, if it's not already. What if a fan hops the barricade and attacks our Champion with a knife or something?
Dick Shelby: Well then, at least they'll be able to afford posting bail...
Franklin Wright: This is absolutely disgusting. I sure hope that Magdalena Lockheart doesn't fall into their trap!
MATCH 2
VEGAS LAWSON Vs STEPHEN KINGSTON
The returning Stephen Kingston faces off against Vegas Lawson, and with Night of Champions on the horizon, both me were looking to set themselves up to be in the running to be Otaki's next challenger, and this match carried the weight of those desires. It started slow, both men feeling each other out, taking few chances. Lawson makes the first move and gains the advantage, taking Kingston down with an arm drag, and proceeding to work him over with holds, working his arms, trying to weaken them. Kingston manages to break back and gain the advantage on Lawson, tryin to work him over to set up for his own finisher. Lawson manages to wrest control back, and hits a tilt a whirl DDT, but not enough to hold Kingston down. Lawson starts to move in for the kill, but Kingston is just a step ahead, getting away from him and resetting the action. Both men move in, but this time, Kingston gets the upper hand at last, hitting Lawson with 15 Minutes, and getting a hard earned win.
The wandering FSW cameras roam the backstage area of the Cajun Dome. One of them captures a glimpse of a very special fan, one who has already featured prominently in an equally special promo cut by FSW superstar Lexie Glass a while ago.
Caleb Turner the graduate student who took Lexie Glass to his prom ball a few months ago is here, dressed in a black double-breasted suit, grey shirt and a tie complimented by black slacks and brown Oxford shoes. A backstage passport hangs around his neck, keeping him out of trouble with security while he seems to search for something or someone.
But other potential trouble approaches in the shape of FSW bad girl Hope Diamond who is still in her civilian clothes, a simple white tee and low-cut jeans with cowboy boots carry a gym bag over her shoulder.
Hope: Hello! You must be Caleb Turner. How nice to meet you.
Caleb: Hello… You are Hope Diamond…
Hope: Yes, that´s right. Are you looking for your seat?
Caleb: No. I was… looking for Lexie.
Hope: I think she is busy getting ready for her match.
Caleb seems to think about something for a moment.
Caleb: You don´t like Lexie very much, do you?
Hope: We wrestlers are very emotional. It is not easy to like someone you compede with. I definitely like you Caleb. It was very brave when you asked out someone to be your prom queen whom you never met before.
Caleb Turner beams.
Caleb: And Lexie and her friend were so very nice.
Hope: I´m sure they were. I would just be a little careful if I were you.
Suddenly Caleb´s smile is gone, His brows furrow and he looks unhappy all of a sudden.
Caleb: Why is that?
Hope: You see, Lexie got a lot of sympathy after she appeared with you in public. And you are a brave but very trusting young man. I´m worried that she could use you for her own ends to get more positive publicity especially now that she lost one match and has a tough one coming up tonight. Not everything about Lexie is as it seems. I tell you something…
Hope sets the gym bag down and digs into it. After a moment she shoves something into Caleb´s hand that looks like a business card.
Hope: You can reach my manager here. If you need something or think Lexie is using you or you just want to talk call him and I get in touch.
Caleb: That´s very nice of you.
Hope: I just don´t want you to get hurt. You are too good for this. Now I´m so sorry that I have to get ready for my own fight. I would be happy to meet you again soon.
She leaves behind Caleb Turner who smiles dreamily at the card in his palm before the camera fades out to find something else to record.
MATCH 3
MAGGIE LOCKHEART Vs CHEYENNE Vs LEXIE GLASS
These three ladies put on a show from bell to bell. Cheyenne announced herself as a worthy competitor off the rip, going after last week's upset winner Maggie Lockheart with reckless abandon, looking to make an early statement. Lexie would not be outdone and quickly got her hands in, going after both Maggie and Cheyenne, showing no fear. Maggie managed to get out of the blitz in the beginning. Cheyenne showed no mercy as she was nearly a one woman wrecking ball, not giving either Maggie or Lexie room to breathe. Lexie was up to the task forthe most part, as she gave as good as she got from Cheyenne. Maggie picked her spots, chipping away at the others and backing out when it got too hot. Cheyenne was the center of it all, and in the end, she was the one standing tall, as she managed to flip Lexie into a Woman's Scorn and avoid Maggie's attenpt to break up the pin, and got an impressive debut win.
The FSW Tron opens up and we get a shot of Gunther Dooley standing at the edge of a wooded area. He throws a cigar down before speaking. He taps on the camera lens as if he's tapping everyone in the world on the shoulder.
Gunther Dooley: Hey world. I love this fancy technology. It's like I'm there with you guys, but I aint' there. I must apologize to the beautiful people of Louisiana for not being there tonight. I know you are disappointed in ol' Gunther. I promised to come into FSW and whoop ass, and I did. I beat the stew out of James Larson then I wasn't heard from.
Believe me world, I wanted to be in Lafayette tonight, but I had some prior engagements that I couldn't get out of. My pops wanted me to be at a big cattle auction that I couldn't get out of. I promise though, that "the toughest son of a bitch in DeSoto County" will be at FSW in South Carolina and back to whoopin' ass. You fine people enjoy the rest of the show.
NON-TITLE
DANI KENNEDY Vs OTAKI
The purple one was not in the best of moods after last's show's big upset, and having to face another debuting person in Dani Kennedy. Otaki was fairly quick and a nit merciless for her, owing to the repeated attempts to injure her. Dani was overwhelmed by this version of Otaki, as she put some of her showy things aside and went more direct with her attack, and eventually finishing up with a Grand Finale to get a back-on-track win.
MAIN EVENT: NON TITLE CROSS-BRAND CHALLENGE
VALORA THOMAS Vs HOPE DIAMOND
As FSW comes back on from the super annoying commercial break, it cuts to the commentary table.
Shelby: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve just been informed that Valora’s manager, Mick, has been barred from ringside by complaint from Hope Diamond. Somehow she convinced the powers-that-be that Mick poses a threat to the fairness of the main event match.
Wright: Mick couldn’t hurt a fly if he wanted to. The man is elderly. I think this is just more mind games and trap setting by Hope Diamond.
Shelby: Be that as it may be, Valora won’t have his services tonight, and we apologize to all the little old ladies at the bingo halls and nursing homes that fawn over the Mickster every week.
Deneen: Our main event is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first,… from Los Angeles California,… HOPE DIAMONDDDDD!!!
The intro of Black Diamond blasts out of the sound system. Almost a minute passes before Hope appears from behind the curtain in cue with the start of her songs´ lyrics. She blows kisses and waves her hands seemingly oblivious of boos and heat as she walks down the aisle to the ring. After climbing the stairs she leans comfortably into the ropes from the outside, smirking at the crowd and their reaction before she slowly steps through the ropes. Once inside the ring Hope ignores the fans as she stretches and limbers up in her corner until her theme fades out.
Deneen: And her opponent, from Phoenix Arizona, she is the reigning EWC Television Champion on lease from Monday Night Brawl.....VALORAAA THOMASSSSSSS!!!
"Kick In The Teeth" by Papa Roach plays and Valora comes out WITHOUT her manager, Mick, behind her. As she heads down the aisle toward the ring, she tags hands here and there before running up the steps and entering into the ring. Instead of her usual rather tame boxing and kicking moves Valora assaults the ring post in her corner, battering it with a series of kicks that shake the post in its foundations before she kicks high into the air to show off a shin seemingly untouched by the ordeal. As her music slowly dies down, Val rattles the ring post again this time with some rapid-fire punches before flexing for the crowd. The fans who usually just oooh and aaah her martial prowess go downright hysteric tonight.
Val paces back and forth in her corner like a caged animal while Hope plays the opposite by leaning against her corner almost lazily, mouthing stuff across the ring to her whole motioning to some kiddies at ringside who should probably be in bed.
DING! DING! DING!
Before the final chime can fully reverberate, Valora tears across the ring like a bat out of hell and careens into Hope, pummeling her with a barrage of hateful fists, growling and hissing with every blow. Diamond covers up and dips low, absorbing the shots onto her forearms before sliding her upper half through the ropes. It’s a tactic played well and forces the referee to pry the Karate Cutie off of her. Ignoring the ring official, she takes to putting the boots to Miss Fortune’s breadbasket with the ferocity of a demon. Once again the referee pulls her off and admonishes her for her unruliness, and once again he is rebuffed by the vengeful young lady who storms right back at Hope, driving a maddening salvo of knees into Diamond’s diaphragm. A few of them lift her off the mat a little and before long Hope crumbles to a knee. Picking her up for a Scoop Slam, Val changes course and issues a Gut Buster across the knee, then traps her there and wears out Hope’s rear-end with a brutal spanking!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACCCCCK!
ANNND BIG WIND UP….
SMAAAAAAAAAACCCCK!
Shelby: OH… MY GOD! She’s giving Hope a dose of humiliation less than a minute in!
Wright: Most epic spanking ever!
Muscling Hope up, the TV Champion BITCH SLAPS her so hard it sends the FSW Vixen comically through the ropes to the outside.
The crowd is on fire, clapping their hands and stomping their feet for their fan favorite. Valora goes to chase her down but thinks differently and remains in the ring, riling the fans up with hand and body movements akin to the Ultimate Warrior - to include some minor rope shaking.
Shelby: This place has come unglued! They are solidly behind Valora and for good reason!
Wright: Hope is finding out there’s more to Valora than she reckoned when you don’t cheap shot her with a big hunk a metal. Diamond is getting LIT UP and embarrassed by her.
Pacing in the middle of the ring, Valora begs for Hope to re-enter and gives her plenty of space to do so. Using nearly all of the ten count, Hope marches up the steps and enters, requesting a good ole Test of Strength to restart the festivities all of a sudden. Amused by it and eager to humiliate Hope even more, the shorter but fitter female nods and cautiously greets her in the middle of the ring. They lace a hand then another hand and crash into the test of might and will.
For twenty seconds a stalemate is reached, but then it’s Valora who breaks and is slowly driven to a knee, then her other knee, shaking her head in disbelief. Before Valora can even think of making the epic hero comeback in this scenario, Hope yanks her upward and falls back, delivering a Money Flip. Rolling through with it and keeping her hands gripped with Val’s, she yanks her back up and repeats the process, this time releasing and LAUNCHING Thomas hard into the corner upside down. Valora smacks the canvas on the back of her head and shoulders, and has little time to recuperate before Hope is on her like a dog to a bone. Rooting her up, Hope traps her in the corner and Hair Beels her clear into the center of the ring, crashing the Karate Cutie on her fronts. She follows up with a running Legdrop across her back once, twice, even a third time before mounting her back and repeatedly ramming Valora’s face into the canvas.
Shelby: This is turning out to be a brawl than anything else! There’s not going to be any textbook wrestling clinics tonight it seems!
Wright: Neither one is fighting their usual way. Valora is a patient counter fighter, while Hope is more tricksy and submission orientated. Hope did just target the back some but then she went straight for busting Val’s face up on the mat.
Shelby: One thing I’m seeing is Hope can enjoy the strength advantage for once. She’s got a good 15 pounds on Val and has used it well. She even won that test of strength. That truly surprised me, with Val seeming to have more functional strength just by looking at her.
In the ring Hope locks her hands around Val´s jaw and pulls her upper body up from the mat in a Camel Clutch, leaning further and further back and bending the Karate Cutie further and further until Val is twisted into an almost perfect L-shape, her legs nailed to the canvas but vertical from the hip upwards.
Wright: Argh!
Shelby: If not for her flexibility Val would be breaking in half now.
But Valora is not breaking. She uses the pain tolerance she built beating trees and uses the fact that Hope is effectively supporting her weight to get her own hands off the mat and to dig her fingers deep into the soft tissue, blood vessels and nerves of Hope´s wrists, finding just the right pressure points.
Hope shrieks in pain when her hold slips. Valora uses her control over her wrists and arms to flip Hope off of her back.
A loud, sick smack echoes through the Cajun Dome as Val stuns her opponent with a karate chop to the neck. Her face still tense with rage and pain Valora locks Hope in a Rear Naked Choke and pulls her along, stepping through the ropes without releasing Hope for a second.
The kiddies in the front row, Val’s special little guests flown in from San Jose, cheer their hero as she keeps Hope in the hold and goes down the line, letting them all get some shots in. Some douse her with soda, others with assorted foods, and some even haul off and slap her and punch her in the face!
Wright: I’m surprised the referee isn’t dq’ing Valora for this.
Shelby: I think everyone including the ref wants to see the children get some payback after what Hope did! She’s getting beaten up by a bunch of kids, hahaha!
Valora drags her back to the ring and rolls her in, then makes a quick sweep by the kids, giving them all high fives before leaping onto the apron then springboarding in for a Flying Elbow!
MISS!
Valora scrambles to her feet clutching her elbow, surprised by Hope’s resilience. Raging also, Hope plows into Valora with a shoulder to the gut and keeps trucking until they smash the corner. She doesn’t let up though, and pulverizes Valora’s midriff with shoulder rams so fast and fierce that the Karate Cutie winds up wedged awkwardly between the top and middle buckles. The ref tries to butt in but Hope cuts him off by looping Valora’s head and driving her brutally into the mat with a Modified DDT.
As Valora lies near motionless, Hope goes about wiping the food and drinks off her best she can, getting more pissed with each piece of naco and cheese she finds in her hair. She yells some things to the children and points to their battered hero before dragging her to the center of the ring by the hair. She drives a series of knees into her temple to groggy her up, then turns her facing the kids and yells for the ring camera to move in closer.
Hope locks Val´s legs between her own before falling to the side on her back. She pulls on Val's arms while she raises her legs vertically into the air and applies pressure until the Karate cutie screams her agony right into the close-up of the camera.
Wright: Again Hope makes use of her strength and size for this move.
Shelby: Let's not forget Thomas comes off a brutal match against Rebel Rhodes in Brawl just a few days ago. I think Hope is very lucky to have that advantage to cash in on or the fight would be going otherwise.
Wright: Possibly. Not to mention also, Mick has been barred from ringside too. Not that the fact is doing Val Thomas any good.
In the ring the ref checks on Valora asking if she is willing to give. Between sobs and tears she refuses and Hope pulls even harder only to suddenly kick her away. Thomas twitches around on the mat while Hope gets up and nonchalantly leans into the ropes. She is taking her time, letting Val recover while she casually flips off the kids.
Shelby: Gross!
As soon as Val stirs Hope drives a kick into her ribs and falls back into the ropes taunting Val to add insult to the obvious injury. Again Valora struggles upward. She is back on her hands and knees when Hope strolls in and drops a knee into her neck, only to go back to the ropes and inspect her manicure while Val fights the pain and the fog before her eyes.
Through an act of sheer willpower Val forces herself into the vertical again only to give Hope a new opportunity to launch herself at her, this time landing draped across her back to lock in the Catherine Wheel. An arrogant smirk spreads across Hope's face as Val sinks down on one knee, one arm overextended and her throat trapped between Hope´s calf and thigh.
Then suddenly Valora Thomas flips over, driving her opponent's neck into the mat with a desperation Vertebreaker that Thomas transitions into a vicious Straight armbar.
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
Shelby: OMG! What a comeback from Thomas!
Wright: And the crowd is behind her!
Hope squeals and flails her legs. Her free hand searches for ways to counter but Val is too skilled in the submission arts and quells any counter attempts. In a stroke of luck, Hope’s flailing legs breach the bottom rope, forcing the ref to step in. Val refuses to let go until the count of 4 and 99/100th.
When she breaks it, Hope scrambles under the bottom rope to the outside, with Val wrapped around her legs like white on rice. Hope hits tummy and face first on the thin pads outside and Val grabs a tighter hold on her lower half. The Karate Cutie suddenly explodes up with Hope in tow, unleashing a primal scream as she delivers a brutal Wheel Barrow Release German Suplex!!!
Hope winds up prone and nearly knocked out, while Val collapses clutching the weakened areas that Rebel and Hope have tenderized this week.
Shelby: Val’s back on track. I gotta admit, Hope has been in control much of the match, but that move there just swung it back to Val in a big way.
Wright: The only problem is, she can’t capitalize. She hurt herself in the process. Val’s fighting off of emotion and pushing her already battered body too far possibly.
The pair get up at the same time and Val strikes first with a Running Bulldog! Hearing the ref shout “8”, Val rolls into the ring, resetting the count to zero, then pulls her beleaguered frame to a stand on the apron. Running the length of it, she leaps off and
THWACK!
Gets clobbered in the solar plexus with a desperately thrown roundhouse kick. Seeming to get a second wind, Hope drags her by the hair over to the kiddie section, then Pump Handle Stun Guns her onto the top of the barricade as a bit of payback from earlier, and even snatches one of the kids’ candies and smashes it in their face. The crowd releases a deep hatred of jeers toward the FSW Vixen but she blows it off and rolls back into the ring, mocking Val to hurry up and make it before the ten count.
It’s not until the count of seven that Valora shows signs of urgency, crawling, coughing, sputtering onto the ring apron and just barely getting herself in by the ten count, and receives a score of boots to the head for it. Hope peels her up from the mat only to get smashed with an Uppercut, followed by a Spinning Back Kick and a super fast Pele Kick that knocks her down into a backroll.
Shelby: Uh oh here we go! Val getting that second wind!
Wright: And not a moment too soon!
Hope pops back up, shocked and loopy, and finds her nemesis bounding off the ropes with a Handspring Back Elbow.
Hope steps back just enough for the blow to fall short, allowing her to counter. She pins Valora’s arms behind her back and lifts her into a Glam Slam position, holding her in place for the crowd to see. The Karate Cutie bawls in pain and thrashes but can’t buck free, then suddenly the vicious vixen thunders into a sitout, pancaking Valora with a nasty face first Flapjack.
Not missing a beat, she crosses Val’s feet and pushes them forward so that the bottoms of her boots are touching her butt, and she leans forward pushing them with her body, trapping them there. She then grabs Valora’s arms at the bend of the elbows and pulls her up and back, compacting her into a modified submission hold.
Shelby: This is almost too much to bear!
Wright: I don’t see how Valora can get out of this!
Ref leans in close.
Valora: NOOOO!!!
Hope: GIVE UP BITCH, I GOTCHA, YOU AREN’T GOING ANYWHERE!
She cranks even harder, a pained and terrified expression coming over Val’s face.
Valora: (gasping) I… i… g.. GO TO HELL BITCH!
A whole new level of pissed off consumes Hope. The defiance can not stand. She releases the hold and goes on a maddening stomping spree, culminating with the referee forcibly grabbing Hope and throwing her off of Valora.
Hope stares daggers at the ref but finally steps back. She leans into the ropes playing her waiting game again.
VA-LO-RA!!!
VA-LO-RA!!!
VA-LO-RA!!!
It is the chant of the crowd – with the kids chanting the loudest – that brings Valora back into her vertical base. Painfully slow and still unsteady on her feet she raises her arms to continue the fight.
Hope walks up to her, sidesteps an elbow that seems to move in slow motion compared to Val´s usual lightning speed. She catches Val´s incoming knee and holds on to it, slapping her in the face before hitting a Fisherman’s Suplex. One isn’t good enough though. Swiveling through and back up, Hope keeps Val’s knee captured and lands another one, then another, and finally a last one. The ring rattles from the impact of each one, and leaves the TV Champion strewn across the mat like a victim of a hurricane.
Shelby: Rolling Fisherman Suplexes! Jesus! Val should have stayed down. She should have quit while she had the chance and live to fight another day! We haven’t seen Valora punished like this before, and now Hope’s just showboating.
Wright: Val has more guts than brains! After what happened at that gym, Hope’s gonna have to put a blade through Val’s chest before she gives up on those kids. However, Hope has hatched a brilliant plan tonight; she’s targeted those injured ribs and back, pulverized them, has bent and contorted Valora in all sorts of ways.
Hope gets behind her and props her up into a sitting position. She takes her time sliding her legs into position for the Diamond’s Curse all while she continues to bitch slap the TV Champion.
Finally Hope waves at the nearest camera, takes an exaggerated deep breath and applies pressure around Val´s throat and neck from all sides at once.
She lets out a mighty roar when Valora goes limp, throws her on her back and in an eerie moment of history repeating itself, she places her boot on Valora’s face.
Shelby: Oh no! Not like this!
Wright: Say it ain´t so Joe….
ONE…!!!
TWO…!!!
THREE…!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Deneen: And the winner by pinfall....HOPE DIAMONDDDDD!!!The arena explodes in boos which does not stop Hope from raising her arms and basking in the glory of all the heat she gets.
Shelby: This is one show where I did not want to see FSW win.
Wright: Agreed. But a match is a match we have to eat that. Only positive thing is that Hope now has a huge bulls eye painted all over her. Thomas won´t let that rest.
Shelby: But Valora has a problem of her own. Hope Diamond just proved that the Karate Cutie can be beat.
Wright: True. I’m stunned. But Hope was right all along as much as some may hate to admit it. She said if you catch Val off guard in and out of the ring, do things she doesn’t expect, make things personal, switch out moves so that Val can’t study them, she’s a “sitting duck”.
Shelby: Barring Mick from ringside was a huge blow too. Hope laid a trap out and Val fought through it with heart and guts but in the end she hit the wall. Her body gave out and Hope took it for the pickings. One’s gotta wonder how different things would have been without the advantages.
Wright: I’m sure we’ll find out someday. This isn’t over, we all know that it may have just begun. Oh now what?
Hope Diamond had been arguing with the ref. Now he hands her both of Valora´s belts, the genuine TV belt and the replacement X-Div belt.
Hope looks at them both with obvious disgust then throws the TV belt down on the unconscious body of her opponent. As she is about to exit the ring, Mick darts in trembling with sorrow over what has transpired. Hope scoffs at him and flinches like she’s going to go after him, to which he quickly tears off his jacket and throws up his dukes.
She busts out laughing and slings the replacement X-Division belt over shoulder and exits the ring to a ovation of hatred so profound that it takes on a life form of its own, and she embraces it fully.
The final scene shifts back to inside the ring, where Mick is hovering over Valora as she lies there in a heartbreaking defeat.
Hope Diamond stumbles out of the ring, the fatigue and pain clearly visible despite her arrogant smile. She's halfway up the aisle ignoring the boos and the fans who reach out to her but no to high-five but to slap her when the lights dim....
#SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART......
Atreyu's cover of “You give Love a bad name” hit's the PA system and through the curtains steps the raven haired Rebel Melinda Rhodes. She sports a sleeveless black and red Bad Mother Fucker T-shirt, blue jeans, motorcycle boots, and gloves. In her right hand is a bright red aluminum baseball bat and in her left is a microphone. Her brown eyes glare with anger at the frozen Hope Diamond in the middle of the aisle. She brings the mic to her lips.
Rebel: Nah ah.... Bitch, your ass is mine.
Hope growls with anger, but knows she's in no condition to fight after that match. She darts through the crowd, but the Rebel doesn't move beyond a casual stride, her hips swaying with each clomp of her boots on the metal ramp. She smiles and watches as Hope disappears through the exit doors.
Rebel: Keep running honey....
Mel turns around and steps through the entrance arch curtains.
The camera cuts, following a frantic Hope as she shoves people aside, making a beeline through hallways to the parking lot. She gets slowed down by a young man pushing a file cart, and shoves it and the young man aside.
Moment's later she's out in the parking lot to find a horrific sight. Her rental car is gone.
Hope: *stomping her foot* DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT!!!
A familiar voice: Where you gonna' run to now, Hope Zirconia?
Hope spins around along with the camera to find Melinda Rhodes slowly walking towards her while twirling the ball bat in her hand. Hope looks around wildly for an escape of some sort while backing away from the slowly approaching Rebel.
Rebel: I've worked the Cajun Dome before. Really great place with a fuck ton of secret passage ways. Now let's talk Monday Night Brawl.
Just as Mel looks to make a home run swing, a black Mercedes happens to pull out of a parking space with Lou Thirteen behind the wheel.
Lou: * shouting * GET IN THE CAR, MS. DIAMOND!!!!
She dives through the open back door of the car and into the backseat. The Rebel runs towards the Mercedes as it spins it's ass around. She manages to smash the back glass out of the limousine with two swings of her baseball bat while it's tires spin and burn rubber. Before she can reach through to pull Hope out, however, the car speeds off, leaving The Rebel in the dust.
Mel slowly nods her head. The camera moves in close to her face, catching her every word, her eyes focused on the car as it spins out onto the highway, narrowly avoiding a big rig in the process.
Rebel: Run while you can, as fast as you can, because you'll get tired eventually....
Fade to black....
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Larson/Bane d. Joldaker/Kurtis
MATCH 2 - Stephen Kingston d. Vegas Lawson
MATCH 3 - Cheyenne d. Lexie Glass & Maggie Lockheart
MATCH 4 - Otaki d. Dani Kennedy
MAIN EVENT - Hope Diamond d. Valora Thomas
MVP: Hope Diamond
WRITERS : JT, Hope, Valora, Gully, Rebel, Jay, Maggie & Dooley
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