Post by PARAMOUNT on Oct 8, 2017 22:43:07 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.
"ToP is good for you and me!"
"Firestarter"
"Hope...Maggie....that's a win!"
"Trophies" plays, and out walks James Tyson, grinning from ear to ear. He makes his way down to the ring, gives Deneen a hug as she gives him the mic, and rolls into the ring to begin to speak.
JT: Ledies and gentlemen, how yall liking the Tournament of Power?
The crowd cheers wildly at that.
JT: Well, tonight is the final set of singles matches, and to update yall on where everyone stands, here's the standings!
Tyson points to the tron, and up pops the current standings:
ToP Standings
Xavier Reid - 6 Hope Diamond - 6
James Larson - 3 Maggie Lockheart - 6
Criss Cassidy - 3 Cheyenne - 0
Matt Angel - 0 Lexie Glass - 0
JT: Looking at those, there's still plenty to fight for. I mentioned two announcements. Remember, you never know what may happen, so every match is important. Also, the four people moving on will be reseeded by point total, so that must factor in as well. Announcement number one is that the top two seeds will get to choose the match type for their semifinal match...but for the finale, that match type will be chosen by the reigning FSW Champion....Otaki!
Big crowd pop for that announcement!
JT: And speaking of our champion...per special request, FSW 50 will see a special attraction main event...the FSW champion and 2016 Rumble winner Otaki will face.......2017 Rumble winner Ace King!
Franklin: WHOA!!!! Big time announcement by Tyson! Otaki vs King?
Wright: Battle of the Rumble winners, right here on Future Stars? That's gonna be a super lit main event!
on the road
on the road
A rev of a guitar, though easily being flooded out by a thunderous applause, causes all the lights in the arena to drop out into darkness.
on the road
on the road
ON THE ROAD TO VIRIDIAN CITY
With that yell the lights suddenly burst into life, which reveals a woman in a purple cloak standing on the stage. While only her eyes and mouth could be seen from her hood. Her milky white skin, purple hair and the FSW Championship being wrapped around her waist making it rather obvious that this person is Otaki. Her cloak doesn't cover the front of her attire, a purple one-piece outfit with no sleeves or coverage for the legs and a pair of blue boots, as Otaki starts to go down the ramp-way, nodding at James Tyson as he makes his way backstage. Once arriving the bottom of the ramp an unfamiliar look of discomfort appears on Otaki's face as she raises her hood up and off, revealing not only her face but also a red gem that is on her forehead. Once she reveals her face The Emo Princess moves up the steps and gets onto the apron before bending over the middle rope to enter the ring. Once inside the ring Otaki approaches the ring announcer and politely ask for the microphone. Once receiving it, with an emotionally mixed sounding ‘thank you’, she turns to face the cheering crowd.
Otaki: We should be happy right now…
The FSW Champion softly starts with an irritated sigh.
Otaki: After all we did manage to get into the top five of this year’s Rumble in the Bronx, which is the furthest out of anyone who was competing twice on said show…with the first of those matches being when – in our hardest defence to date – we managed to put an end to Hatchet Gully’s stupid bounty. So, as all US MARTYRS have SUCCESSFULLY INFECTED all of FSW, we should be ever so happy…
Those words could be, no should be, spoken more proudly or delightfully – especially considering the cheers the people of Indianapolis gave out when Otaki referred to them as ‘us martyrs’ – but it seems that the milky skinned competitor has something serious in mind…at least according to the look on her face.
Otaki: But you see, you see, YOU SEE! There are…a few things that are preventing us from even smiling since that night at the Hammerstein Ballroom…so let’s address them as they WON’T SHUT UP in our minds…okay?
The Emo Princess glances around at the people in attendance and, after receiving a mostly positive response from them, begins to speak up again.
Otaki: First of all we’ve been hearing people stating how we aren’t a real Champion until we defeat Jeremy Warren-
She pauses to allow some cheers at the mentioning of the former FSW Champion’s name.
Otaki:-well if Jeremy Warren really believes the crap he has been sprouting about being the Champ then he is more than welcome to come find us and have the balls to prove himself. For we do not turn down any challenge.
Sharply departs The Emo Princess’ lips before running one of her hands through her purple hair while glancing over towards the FSW logo on the announce table.
Otaki: And then there is the main event tonight against Maggie Lockheart and Hope Diamond…the winner of which will of a fifty-fifty shot at facing us at WrestleFest for our FSW Championship. And we say fifty-fifty because, while we know from experience that both of them are fun toys – if he gets into the Tournament of Power Final – we can see Xavier Reid being a rather…different challenge…
The look on The Emo Princess’ face was making it pretty obvious that she was expecting the negative response her words had.
Otaki: Feel free to boo…we’re just stating that Mister Reid has been impressing us from day one. But, talking about being impressed, we did find ourselves impressed by one Ace King-
The crowd cheer loudly at the mentioning of this year’s Rumble in the Bronx winner.
Otaki:-feel free to cheer and chant, we admit that he deserves it. After all, he outlasted everyone else in one of the biggest matches of the year…and not only did he do this but he almost managed to have enough free time to come to our show declare his interest at getting ‘a shot at getting even’ with us for something that happened over four months ago. As for our answer…hm…since he came to our land to issue the challenge, we believe it is only fair that we come to his house to give him our answer.
While her words sound somewhat enthusiastic, the expression on the FSW Champion’s face darkens.
Otaki: And then…there is Cheyenne…
That one name growls out from the milky skinned wrestler’s lips as people are already booing at the mentioning of her name.
Otaki: You who SNUCK past our guard, CREPT into our home and has STOLEN our Sarah. Do you even know what you’ve done, Cheyenne? Nonono, of course you won’t. You’re too ignorant. Just as ignorant as every policeman, woman or dog that kept laughing at us whenever we asked THEM for help. Just as ignorant as every god, lord and deity that we’ve spent every BEGGING, PLEADING and PRAYING to for help. And just as ignorant as those at the back who dare to claim that…claim that…claim that MY Sarah would be better off in foster care than with me!
Screams out from the young Brit’s lips as it takes her a couple moments to compose herself enough to utter a few final words.
Otaki: We’re going to find you Cheyenne, even if we have to spend all night in the back looking for you, and the things we’re going to do to you once we find you…or what’ll happen to Lancer if we don’t find you in time-
A sickening smile etches itself across the Purple Haired Dynamo’s face.
Otaki:-will be something to smile about.
Echoes out as Otaki drops the microphone before throwing herself out the ring and starting to head back up the ramp way.
The camera cuts to the back and we see Destiny Fairchild, she is testing her microphone levels and checking with her camera man…
Destiny Fairchild: Can I just tell you how excited I am for tonight, I mean Hope Diamond verses Maggie Lockheart, it’s the match of the Tournament of Power...I have to feel like the winner is going to face Otaki…
But before she can finish that sentence we hear YES YES YES off camera...the camera turns to see Xavier Reid walking in the direction of Destiny Fairchild…
Xavier Reid: It’s all anyone around here wants to talk about this week right, the idea of Otaki verses Maggie Lockheart or Otaki verse Hope Diamond at WrestleFest...like it’s a foregone conclusion that the winner here tonight between Hope and Maggie will face Otaki...by going right through me…
Destiny Fairchild: No Xavier...that’s not what’s…
Xavier Reid: Save it, I have seen the way people treated this Tournament of Power, everyone was talking about Maggie, Hope, Cheyenne and Lexi, as if this ToP was only a 4 women tournament, as if there was only one Block and that’s fine, talk about them and ignore the fact with a win tonight I WILL HAVE SWEPT THROUGH MY BLOCK and will walk into next week ALSO with 9pts to face whoever walks out of that Main Event…
Destiny Fairchild: Nobody is saying…
Xavier Reid: I get it sweetie, Maggie is your friend and you can’t set aside your own friendship with her to actually do your job so you will hype up this match because she is your friend and we are just background to you. So for your sake I hope Maggie wins tonight...that she moves on to FSW 49 and then I will dedicate that match to you Destine, I will dedicate the beating I put on her to you…
Destiny Fairchild: I’m not…
Xavier Reid: You might want to hurry up and get moving...Maggie should be getting here real soon...same with Hope...you don’t want to miss them, to miss the opportunity to hype them both up, to proclaim this THE MATCH OF THE YEAR here in FSW...you are wasting your time talking to me...and afterthought so run along sweetheart...don’t keep THEM waiting…
Xavier smirks as he walks away from Destiny…
Destiny Fairchild: I didn’t mean...I didn’t say...
This three way dance started out as a slow jam, but quickly escalated into a brawl, as the former champion looks to get back in stride, and the longtime FSW vets BEH and Roberts look to get a career boosting win. Roberts and Warren trades blows, with BEH getting in quick shots on both. BEH stuck her head in once too many times, and got caught, first by Roberts, then with a 3rd Alarm by Warren, and Warren follows up with a superkick to stall Roberts, pins BEH for the victory.
Bane tries to intimidate Gully with his size. When Gully doesn’t react, he turns his attention to A$hley; Gully runs at Bane, but Bane powers into him. He throws Gully around for a short bit, laughing at how easy it seems. He lifts Gully for a chokeslam, but Gully is able to wiggle out of it and bounces off the ropes, hitting Bane with a few running knees to knock him down. He tries to take advantage with a pin, and when it doesn’t work he throws his whole arsenal at Bane, but Bane’s sheer power is a check and counter to this approach. Bane hits with the Hit N Run, knocking Gully down. A$hley climbs to ropes to distract Bane. Bane doesn’t fall for it, but the referee does. An angry Bane tries to get the referee to focus on the match. From behind, Gully hits him with the Hidden Path to Shangri-La, then climbs the ropes to hit the Ninja Splash. The high-flying move is able to keep Bane down for the three-count. An exhausted Gully celebrates with A$hley outside the ring.
: Looks like you really rattled Bane, huh?
Lancer quickly ties up with Otaki, catching her off-guard, but even several strong suplexes and quick offense can’t keep her down, and she fires back with several strong bumps from both fist and rear. They tie up again, but neither can overpower the other, so they break. The stand-off between the warriors drives the audience wild. Otaki basks in the cheers; Lancer takes the opportunity to go for a superkick, but Otaki planned this and dodges with a baseball slide. She leaps to her feet and in a single motion counters with a spinning heel kick and knocking Lancer down. While Lancer struggles to get to his feet, Otaki cups her hands to her side, readying her Kamehameha strike. Lancer turns into two palms straight into his face, knocking him silly. Otaki follows up with the Grand Finale, covers him, and 1, 2, 3, she gets the win.
Shelby: What a Grueling match for the champion!
Wright: What the? That’s Cheyenne!
Itsy Bitsy Spider Rings out across the arena as Cheyenne comes out as Otaki is making her down the aisle. Otaki Swings for the red head’s face but Chey ducks it and pulls out a lock of hair.
Shelby: Is that Sarah’s hair?
Cheyenne moves her head back in forth right up in the Champion’s face Pulling a microphone out with the other hand..
Cheyenne: You can’t touch me. Because if you do, you will never, ever, EVER, see your precious Itsy Bitsy darling AGAIN!
Otaki’s face has became a deep red, and her fist are balled up so hard her nails cut into her palms.
Cheyenne walks a slow circle around the Purple haired dynamo, running a hand over the woman’s body. Upon returning face to face with the pissed off woman, Cheyenne Leans in close and runs her Tongue up Otaki’s cheek.
Cheyenne: Tag Ohhh tak Eeeeeee.
With that she drops the mic and slowly walks backwards to the ring for her match
After the little encounter with Otaki, Cheyenne turned her attention towards Lexie Glass, as these two are fighting to save face in this tournament. Cheyenne pulled out her arsenal early and often, but Lexie tonight was a match for it all, like she had new resolve after losing to Hope, but closing the book on that feud in her favor. Lexie managed to surprise the unique Cheyenne, hitting her with a glass cutter out of nowhere, and picking up those big 3 points.
Xavier Reid had a point to prove, based on the earlier interview, and Matt Angel was the unwitting recipient of the trademark Volando rage. Reid gave no quarter to Angel, whom seemed a bit out of sorts, which Reid took advantage of, finishing Angel off with a brutal X-Ecution for the win, and a clean sweep, guaranteeing his semifinal spot.
The scene opens to Criss Cassidy standing infront of a Future Stars of Wrestling banner.
Criss Cassidy: "Listen to me, you wise men. Pay attention, you who have knowledge. Just as the mouth tastes good food, the ear tests the words it hears. So let us discern for ourselves what is right, let us learn together what is good. God has chosen me to carry the torch, let me take us to the future. I have been given the Power. Do you think it was an accident? For all the earth belongs to The Lord and he has set the world in order. He will protect his godly ones but the wicked will perish in the darkness. No one will succeed by strength alone. Those who fight against me will be broken. Everyone will want to prove that they are the best. But what they will come to find out is. In a tournament of power, I am the anointed one."
Scene fades to black.
Hartwell and Kingston fought like rivals, and their efforts were ToP worthy. Both men fought in the ring, took it out of the ring, up the aisle, back down and back in the ring. Both men took each other's finishers, and still got up for more. In the end, Kingston took a big risk, and it kind of paid off...a big dive through the announce table, hitting Rush with the elbow drop, but neither man was able to make the ten count, and the match ended in a double countout.
Both Stephen Kingston and Rush Hartwell make it through the curtain to the back, drenched in sweat. They walk slowly to the locker rooms. As they make it to the narrower hallways, Rush allows himself a smile. He seems breathless, ecstatic even.
Rush Hartwell: That was a glorious match. Absolutely glorious! I was right, as I knew I would be.
Stephen stops to look at him, perplexed. Rush also stops and turns to face him. He’s practically beaming.
Rush Hartwell: My faith has paid off. So it is decided: you will be my first!
Stephen laughs nervously -- or perhaps, in disbelief.
Stephen Kingston: I’m sorry, your first what, exactly?
Rush Hartwell: It is as I said before. Do you not remember my offer? Join me, Mr. Kingston - accept me as your god, accept my godhood into your life. This could be the beginning of a new era for the EWC. We could show this place our greatness!
Stephen blinks, taking in his words.
Stephen Kingston: Our greatness? Our greatness? You're kidding, right? In case you don't remember, jack - I'm Stephen Kingston. I've got enough greatness on my own. Just because you had a few moments in the sun with me doesn't mean those wax wings will hold up, junior. In case you couldn't get it through that thick head of yours; just because I do a better job at getting people to pay to see me regardless of result does not mean I'm letting some egocentric genetic defect ride on these coattails.
Rush laughs at the comments.
Rush Hartwell: That’s the spirit I like to see. The straight-shooter! The man who doesn’t hold back! You understand this place, as I do. Winning, losing; yes it’s important, but this was more than that. Like Jacob when he wrestled the angel, you too have seen God face to face, and yet your life has been delivered.
Rush extends a hand.
Rush Hartwell: You have been blessed this day, Stephen Kingston. With someone like you serving me, we cannot fail. We will convert these non-believers into seeing the glory that stands before them. With you, this place, these people will have no choice but to--!
Stephen interrupts him by spitting in his face. Rush doesn’t react at first; he breathes out slowly, his voice cool as he lowers his hand. His voice becomes harsh, he eyebrows narrow to a scowl.
Rush Hartwell: You forget your place, boy.
Stephen smiles and makes quick work of burying his finger into Rush's chest.
Stephen Kingston: My place is in the hall of fame. My place is in the history books. My place is amongst discussion of the greatest names in this business! You, on the other hand, seem to forget your place. You're a peon. A boot licker. A bagboy that got lucky somewhere along the line. Remember what you're worth Rush: you’re nothing but a blemish on my record and a sore on this - my - business.
Rush wipes the spittle off of his face as Stephen talks.
Rush Hartwell: I am a god, you loathsome heathen, and you will not speak to me in such a manner.
Stephen repeats his words in a mocking tone.
Stephen Kingston: Oh sweet Jesus, you've got an ego so big that it's got its own gravitational pull. Is this a prank? A joke? Do you go home at night and have a big laugh at everyone's expense that gets inflamed by this foolish arrogance? Well, let me be the first in line to tell you that I'm still not impressed. Now, if you'll excuse me...
He tries to move past Rush. Rush blocks his exit.
Stephen Kingston: I said piss off.
Rush leans in close to Stephen, his voice a harsh whisper.
Rush Hartwell: I was wrong. I see the truth now; what I mistook for greatness was merely a golden calf shining at just the right angle. Mark my words as Scripture, Mr. Kingston: if I am a blemish, then you are a cancer, and you and your hollow legacy will be removed. I will do the honors myself if I have to.
Stephen sneers at him, poking Rush’s chest once more.
Stephen Kingston: Even dogs understand after you rub their nose in their own piss a few times, but you? I guess you're too dense for that. Give it a rest, pal, seriously. I'm done putting you through the grinder.
Rush doesn’t do anything for a moment. Then, as a smirk creeps to his face, he stands aside. Stephen pushes Rush with his shoulder, a punctuation on the confrontation. Rush glares after him as he walks away. Fade to commercial.
A generic rock track sounds over the house P/A, a heavy thudding beat as a young, clean cut man steps out wearing blue tights with lightning jags on both thighs, white wrist tape and matching wrestling boots. His dark hair is short and neatly styled and the smile on his slightly rounded face gave him the look of an aw shucks country boy. Topping it all off is a physique that, while the kid looks strong at his five foot, ten inches of height, he was no power lifter by any stretch of the imagination. With minimal crowd reaction, he throws his fist up in the air and rushes down to the ring.
Shelby: Apparently we have a new talent signing for FSW!
Wright: This guy? He's pretty.... eeeehhh.... generic, wouldn't you say?
Shelby: Never be deceived by appearances, Frank.
Upon arriving, he's handed a microphone.
Wright: Well this should be interesting.
New Kid: Hey everybody! My name is New Kid and I'm here to shake things up in FSW! I want to be a Future Star of Wrestling! A new beacon of hope for the masses! For too long there's been no heroes in wrestling and I aim to change that! I will be the new hero that FSW may not deserve, but it does need!
Shelby: Well apparently, New Kid has introduced himself and intends to be the next 'Hero of FSW'
A rough, graveled male voice interrupts over the P/A....
Voice: There are no Heroes....
#What Scares us is... I think we needed.. Violence...
The lights around the steel girdered Entrance Arch dim. Amber and red emergency lights start spin to cast a diffused orange glow a short distance through the fog. The familiar sound of Edsel Dope's voice screams over the PA System.
#BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU KNOW IT'S LOADED!!!
#I GOT IT COCKED AND LOADED!!!
#I GOT A SICKNESS TO FEED!!
"Violence" by Dope continues to play. The fog is parted by the forward motion of a heavily tattooed man suddenly bursting forth with a long legged stride.
#SO BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU'RE UNDEVOTED!!!
#DON'T NEED A FUCKIN' MOTIVE!!
#I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO BBBBLLLLEEEEDDDD!!!
His attire consists of a hooded, patchwork leather vest decorated with the word "HARDCORE" on his shoulders, black leather tights done in similar fashion to his vest, maroon boots with silver knee and kick pads, and tape on his fists. In his hand is a barbwire wrapped silver mop handle sporting black electrical tape at both ends.
Arriving at ringside, he climbs onto the ring apron and walks to the very center of that apron. Turning to face the fans, he throws his arms out at his sides. His face is a burning, intense scowl as he stares holes through New Kid. He then slips through the ropes and enters the ring. He throws his hood back to reveal his slightly crooked nose and dark brown eyes. Blond hair hangs in his bushy, bearded face as he lowers his head forward to glare at the camera from beneath the ridge of his brow.
New Kid: *with as much bravado as he can muster* Who the hell are you, tough guy?
Before New Kid can even react, the new arrival downs him with a shot to the head with the Mop Handle. He dives down upon him, hammering away with vicious shots as New Kid tries to roll away and to his feet.
*THACK THACK THACK THACK THACK THACK THACK!!!*
The barbwire wrapped weapon sang as it danced up and down New Kid's body!
Shelby: I don't know who this guy is, but he's beating the holy hell out of New Kid!
Wright: Someone call security out here!
Several lacerations dotted the kid's body as barbwire from the mop handle snags his flesh and rips it. New Kid groans in pain, curled up and bleeding from several points of his body. The bearded man gathers him up and the kid struggles till he takes a hard knee straight to the sternum. The man takes hold of his head, props him on his shoulder, turns, and lifts New Kid into a hangman's position, his feet dangling off the canvas. He then whips the kid forward with a wicked fast sitout Snapmare Driver, slamming the kid's skull to the canvas and leaving him out cold.
Wright: Woah! I think he just broke that kid's neck!
Shelby: This "Hardcore" guy just decimated one of our newest signings with just a few moves!
As the kid rolls out of the ring to fall to the floor in an unconscious heap. The "Hardcore Guy" as Shelby dubbed him, back rolls to his feet, gathering up New Kid's dropped microphone along the way.
Man: I'm not here to be your Hero. I don't save people. The name is Jack Nomad and I'm not here to save you, him, that fat bitch in the front row, or even myself. I wasn't even invited to this event, but here I am, in your show, fucking it up.
Jack gathered up the barbwire mop handle and rested it upon his shoulder.
Jack: Love me? Hate me? I'll let you make up your own mind on that call as I don't care which, but FSW, you're on notice.
He pointed the weapon at the entrance arch.
Jack: Whether you like it or not, Jackie Boy is in the building and anyone who wants a piece, I'm not hard to find. Let's do some fucking DAMAGE!
Jack tossed his microphone as "Violence" by Dope hit the P/A once more. Dropping down, Jack rolls out of the ring and heads straight to the back.
Wright: Keeping it short and sweet he just announced that there is a new psycho on the block and his name is "Hardcore" Jack Nomad.
Shelby: Did some digging and yes, Jack is a dangerous man and I hope Mr. Tyson comes to his senses! He's dangerous and known for hospitalizing people just for looking at him funny!
Wright: If that's the case then New Kid got off pretty light here!
Cassidy and Larson knew what was on the line...the last Semifinal spot in the ToP, and both men fought with that real sense of urgency. Both men went all out, sparing no wasted energy, emptying out the bag of tricks, moves and counter moves. Larson got a two count on a Trust Fall, Cassidy later got his own two count with a Heaven's Gate. Larson regains the advantage, drops Cassidy with a Knee of Fate, but Criss managed to get a shoulder up. Larson tries to follow up with the Chain Breaker, but that wasn't enough. Cassidy goes for the Crucifixion, but Larson managed to kick out. After both men took each other's best shot, Larson moved in, but Cassidy was just a split second quicker hitting his Holy Grail, following up with the pin, and a very hard fought win.
Shelby: Franklin, what a show we've had tonight. We've bared witness to one of the most stacked and action-packed episodes of Future Starts of Wrestling in recent memory. All up and down the line, from the opening bell of the first contest until now, it's been absolutely incredible. But if you think that episode 48 is over just yet, you're crazy.
Wright: Oh no Dick... no need to call the men in white coats right yet... I'm just fine! I'm definitely not crazy! But I'll tell you what I am, and that's excited! I know that we've got one more match ahead of us, and that's the main event of the evening ...and it's a Tournament of Power match to boot. I can't wait to get this one started.
Shelby: We've seen so much from James Tyson's “Tournament of Power” that it almost bares repeating: this has been an absolutely excellent idea from our head honcho. We've really seen the cream rise to the top, and because of that we've got two of the tournament's top point-earners on their side of the bracket going head to head for what may be their third straight victory, barring any unforeseen circumstances of course.
Wright: Unforeseen circumstances, hmm? That's right, Dick. Hope Diamond and Magdalena Lockheart have been on fire since this tournament of power started two episodes ago. They've both bested Cheyenne and Lexie Glass on 46 and 47, and now they're going to take it to one another face to face in a rematch of sorts...
Shelby: What do you mean?
Wright: You do remember the big Night of Champions match, right?
Shelby: Oh! Yeah, the big triple threat match between Diamond, Lockheart, and our FSW Champion Otaki. Frank, how could I forget?
Wright: Exactly. Well, do you remember the weeks leading up to that, specifically that big main event match that we had in South Carolina? It was the only other time that Hope and Magdalena faced each other one on one, and it fought out to a no-contest. That may have prompted James Tyson to make the Night of Champions match a triple threat in the first place... but don't quote me on that because I'm not too sure of the truth to that statement.
Shelby: Alright. Fair enough. Yes, I remember Hope Diamond and Maggie Lockheart fighting their way around ringside and basically forgetting that they were in a match in the first place. I'm not saying that it will happen that exact same way again here tonight, but, if these two women follow suit and have another draw here tonight, then they'd both have 7 power points, and then what?
Wright: Well then I suppose then we'd have a tie on this side of the bracket, and I suppose that would prompt Lockheart and Diamond to then fight again? I'm not really sure! But I can say this, Shelb: I know that neither one of the competitors here tonight are looking to come back to the locker room tonight with just one tournament point. Judging by the way these two female athletes have talked over the past two weeks, I'd say that one point is just as good as nothing for both of them. I foresee them going all out tonight and pulling out all of the stops, because they know that they have to make their stand.
Shelby: It's going to be interesting to watch because Hope Diamond holds such a strength and size advantage over Lockheart.
Wright: Let's not forget Miss Diamond's “Killer Instinct”, which to me is the ability to step on the throat of your opponent when you've got them down for the count. That kind of ruthless aggression to me gives Diamond the edge.
Shelby: I suppose we'll see. But I wouldn't count out Magdalena Lockheart just yet. Every time the twenty-year old steps into the ring, she picks up a little something more from her competition.
Wright: Hey, I'm not giving anything away to anyone just yet! If I knew the winners of these contests before hand then there'd be no reason to watch them. I do think it's pretty even, but I stand by my opinion that Hope Diamond can all-but punch her ticket to WrestleFest here tonight.
Shelby: Fair enough. And I think that it's just too close to call, unless one of these women make a huge mistake and allow the other to capitalize on it. But speaking of giving things away, let's give it away to Deneen McQueen who's waiting inside the ring for introductions.
Deneen McQueen: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening and it is a TOURNAMENT OF POWER MATCH! As always, this contest is scheduled for...
Crowd: One fall!!!
Deneen McQueen: ...one fall! Introducing first:
The lights go out in the arena for a few moments causing the crowd to murmur. People gather their cellphones and lighters just to see what's going on. The camera pans out on what appears to be fireflies out in the stands. In the pitch, a loud drum solo comes crashing over the Arena PA speakers. As the last cymbal crash falls eerily silent, bright red spotlights and strobes hit the stage along with dancing red laser lights, all marching along with the cadence of a heavily distorted bass guitar.
Magdalena Lockheart walks out from the curtain and continues through the center of the stage and down the ramp. Lockheart walks with a purpose, her jet-black trench coat swaying behind her as she rounds the corner to make it to the ring steps. After stepping up onto the ring apron, she spins herself around clutching the top rope behind her, as she stares out into the audience just to gauge their reaction.
Deneen McQueen: She stands in at 5 foot 3 inches and weighs in tonight at 111 pounds. From Inwood, New York, she is “The Artist”, MAGDALENA LOCKHEART!
At the exact moment that the lead singer says "go", she places her hands on either side of the trench coat and rips it open to reveal her fight life cut-off tee. At the same moment, a bright blue spotlight becomes the only light in the entire arena as it shines straight down on her and glitter falls from the ceiling like rain. Magdalena bathes in a glitter shower a moment before pulling off her trench coat and stepping into the ring.
Wright: Magdalena Lockheart sure knows how to make an entrance, and she loves to make it rain... doesn't she?
Shelby: I can't say that the ring crew is particularly pleased to have to clean up all of this glitter after each of her matches, but yes, I agree. It is quite the entrance.
Wright: Lockheart is a little dynamo that reminds me so much of Otaki, and practically following in her same path, too. You've got to love how she gets the fans into the action... she just exudes passion with each step that she takes. The problem with Lockheart though is really two-fold. First, I think Maggie's biggest enemy inside the ring is Maggie... or at least the inner voice that resides between her ears. And second, I don't know if Lockheart is ready to take that next step into being a true fighter. She seems to be trying to tap into that killer instinct, but so far I see too much defense, and not enough offense.
Shelby: I see your points Frankie and I can't say that I wholeheartedly disagree with anything that you've said. However, it's key to note that Magdalena Lockheart is the seventh graduate of the now famous Squire's Wrestling Academy, and it wasn't too long ago that she earned that honor. Lockheart doesn't have the experience just yet, but showings like hers in the Rumble in the Bronx, where she lasted over 50 minutes inside the ring and finished inside the top ten, will definitely help with that.
Wright: Yes, Lockheart has improved. Leaps and bounds, really. But tonight she's going to go face to face with a Mack truck. Either she's got the instinct or she doesn't. Hope Diamond has made herself perfectly clear that she's going to find out tonight which it is.
Shelby: No where to run, no where to hide.
Deneen McQueen: ...and her opponent:
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.
Deneen McQueen: She stands at 5 foot 10 inches tall, and weighs in tonight at 160 pounds. Now residing in the city of angels, Los Angeles, California... she is “Miss Fortune” HOPE DIAMOND!
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.
Wright: They call her Miss Fortune, and that's because if you've ever had the misfortune of stepping in the ring with her, you're usually lucky to walk away from the contest; if you can walk at all.
Shelby: There's no denying that Hope Diamond is a force inside of that ring, and quite frankly Frank, outside of it as well. She's one part strength, one part technique, and two parts mind-games... and she does it all to seemingly perfection, too. There's no doubt in anyone's mind here tonight in the Hinkle Fieldhouse that Hope Diamond is a future FSW Champion if and when she wants to be. A one on one contest between Hope and Otaki would blow the roof off of any arena. Hope is trying to make sure that that happens at WrestleFest this year.
Wright: Oh man, and this is why I love the Tournament of Power so much. This has got us talking about WrestleFest already, and we've just barely begun in the month of October! I know that the fans here in Indy are on their feet though because they see the value in what is about to take place. Come on ref, ring the bell! Let's get this thing underway already!
Shelby: Diamond is in her corner looking as relaxed as she ever has to start off. Lockheart is stretching on the near side of the ring looking as though she knows the fight that Hope Diamond is about to put her through. The more I see their demeanor I am inclined to agree with you and give the edge to Hope. But with Lockheart, it's just so hard to tell what's going on inside that mind of hers.
Wright: Well, Senior Referee Jacob Waters knows what is at stake in this match and I think he's going to give it as much breathing room as he can to get a clear and concise winner. He has now checked over both Lockheart and Diamond. He's pulling out to the center of the ring now and... he's signaling for the bell! Lets get this thing started!
The two women start off encircling the ring, Lockheart keeping her back to the ropes and a large distance between her and Diamond. Diamond takes the middle of the ring and cuts the distance down to a minimum between them. Both female athletes are low in a squat as to not give up any early advantage. They keep their hands and their feet moving constantly looking for an opening. Hope Diamond shoots for a leg on Lockheart but Lockheart is able to move out of the way. Hope's level change is masterful, and she loses no ground even as she comes back up to meet Lockheart again. Hope keeps the ring short and forces Maggie to work in only one corner of the ring. Hope shoots in a second time and this time wraps the thigh of Lockheart with no problem whatsoever. She tackles Lockheart back into the corner where Senior Referee Waters is quick to call for the rope break. Hope grins as she slides backwards off of Lockheart, keeping her eyes locked on her opponent the entire time. Lockheart, on her back, wipes her lips with her forearm as she looks up at Diamond who is back to her feet and egging her on. Lockheart uses the ropes to pull herself back to her feet. The crowd is starting to get behind Lockheart.
Wright: Just a quick statement here: we can already see that Hope Diamond is wanting to take this fight straight to Magdalena here. Lockheart has got to go on the offensive or she's going to lose. It's just as simple as that.
Shelby: I wonder if Lockheart is thinking too much about Mister Tyson right now. His words a few weeks ago and again tonight. He's prompting her not to let him down... and I don't know if it's helping... or hurting.
Wright: That's a good point. If her mind isn't on Diamond right now, and Diamond alone, then she's not going to make it long in this business. And I say that because Hope Diamond is prepared to make sure that Magdalena Lockheart doesn't make it out of this arena here tonight!
Lockheart back up now, the two women begin the opening sequence over again. This time, Lockheart appears a bit more nimble on her feet, and a bit more willing to meet Hope in the middle of the ring. The two lock up. Hope counters the collar and elbow with a quick arm wringer submission. Maggie screams out and clutches her own elbow as Hope smiles and wrenches in the hold. Hope transitions seamlessly into a hammerlock and then into a standing side headlock, which again she wrenches in with ease. Referee Waters is right there to check on Lockheart, who comes back at Hope with a forearm shiv to the kidney area trying to break the headlock. Hope spins Lockheart right over onto her back with a judo hip throw that slams her into the mat. By the time Lockheart can even look up, Hope Diamond drops an elbow into the throat of her followed up by a quick lock-in of a reverse chinlock. Hope's got her strong arms around the neck of Lockheart and she's clamped down now on all of the vital bloodflow to Lockheart's brain.
Shelby: This match has been all Hope Diamond so far.
Wright: And I don't think it's been the contest that either one of us thought that we would see, Dick.
Shelby: Lockheart has gotten next to no offense in so far. If this keeps up, this match could be over before it even began.
Lockheart struggles against the reverse chinlock, and waves her hands around to signal to the referee that she does not wish to submit. Hope keeps the hold locked on for a few more moments before she decides to throw Lockheart back down against the mat. Hope standing, she drops a knee straight down onto the forehead of Lockheart, which catches with full force. Lockheart sits up immediately holding her forehead and a crimson liquid starts to flow between her fingers. Senior Referee Waters slides in to check on Lockheart and he immediately reaches for the latex gloves that he keeps in his back pocket, a clear signal that blood has entered the ring. Diamond pushes Waters to the side and throws Lockheart back down onto the mat again, and she follows up with a second knee drop to the exact same area! Hope Diamond then hooks the leg for the cover!
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Shelby: Oh my goodness, it looks like Magdalena Lockheart is busted wide open!
Wright: This is not good, Shelb. Not good at all. At the beginning of this match we talked about how neither one of these women could afford to make a mistake inside of the ring and allow the other one to capitalize on it. Well, this is probably that mistake!
Shelby: And you know that when a shark smells blood in the water, that they know that it's time to feast. And Frankie, Hope Diamond is definitely the shark in the waters here in FSW.
Wright: Waters may consider just stopping this match. Lockheart is losing a lot of blood right now, and If she can't fight back, it might be time to call it.
Magdalena sits up off of the canvas and the crowd reacts as they see the crimson mask for the first time. Lockheart has red droplets literally dripping off of the tips of her blue hair and Hope Diamond couldn't be happier. Hope grabs Maggie by her hair and stands her up onto her feet. Hope spins Maggie around and hoists her up onto her shoulders. It looks as though Hope is going for a torture rack submission hold but after a few moments of her opponents agony she drops down with a devastating argentine backbreaker. You can literally hear every vertebrae in Lockheart's spine crack at once as the force of the move tries to tear her ligaments apart. Hope Diamond grins as she sits up and enjoys the showers of boos that she receives from the fans. Waters slides in to check on Lockheart. Diamond once more nudges Waters to the side and hooks the leg for the cover.
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Shelby: Torture Rack into Argentine Backbreaker! That has got to be all. Look at the sadistic grin on the face of Hope Diamond here.
Wright: Just stay down, Maggie. Live to fight another day. There's a lot more to your career than just tonight.
Shelby: Cover! One... two... kickout by Magdalena Lockheart.
Referee Waters signals the two count and it draws the ire of Diamond. She argues with him for a moment, but she's got all of the time in the world to do so. To take out her frustrations, she turns and begins a series of mounted punches on her opponent making sure that the point of her knuckles hits the gash on Lockheart's forehead. As her punches twist upon impact, they tear the skin even more, causing more blood to flow. Lockheart is now spitting droplets of blood as she breathes and absorbs each blow almost with next to no resistance whatsoever. Waters tries to warn Diamond about the closed fists but Diamond turns towards him and threatens to punch him, too. Waters backs away but as Hope stands up she looks out to a crowd that cannot stand her. Hope looks down to see her blood covered fist, and she wipes her opponent's blood off on her own chest.
Wright: Oh come on now, Hope. This is getting to levels of showboating that you don't need here. Finish the match and get your three points.
Shelby: Lockheart is looking worse and worse as the match goes on. I really think that Waters should- wait a second...
Hope Diamond turns towards Waters to have another chat with him when suddenly Magdalena Lockheart reaches up and rolls Hope up from behind! Waters slides down to check the shoulders and make the cover!
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Wright: Lockheart with the school girl!!! COVER!!!
Shelby: One! Two! Three! She did it!!! NO!!! Oh my god, that was so close Frankie!
Wright: The crowd thinks that it was three... was it three? I don't know!
Shelby: Maggie... turn around! Oh my god!!!
Wright: I think Hope Diamond just nearly took Magdalena's head clean off with that lariat! My God in heaven if Lockheart isn't dead, she's at least inside out.
Shelby: That may have been Lockheart's best chance... perhaps her only chance. And now she's got a pissed off Hope Diamond standing over her...
As Lockheart lays face down on the canvas, the red stain beneath her forehead gradually pools larger. Hope Diamond spits down onto the mat next to Lockheart and wipes more of her blood off, this time onto her pants. Hope grabs Lockheart by the hair once more and yanks her back up to her feet. The referee gives Diamond a warning about the hair pulling, but she's not paying any attention to him at all. Hope knees Lockheart in the gut and yanks her up onto her shoulders into a firemans carry position. She spins Lockheart around for a few moments, showing off her limp and bleeding body to the crowd. Diamond throws Lockheart up into the air and comes down with the Death Valley Driver known as the Deathstar! NO! Lockheart flips forward and lands on her feet! Hope Diamond looks up just in time to catch a snapped-off pele kick just between her eyes! Caught off guard, Hope stumbles backwards and tumbles over the middle rope and lands on the floor below. Lockheart remains laying on the canvas taking this much needed time to catch a breather.
Shelby: Hope's finally going to finish this one off with the Deathstar. She's got Lockheart up aaannndddd... Lockheart! Lockheart lands on her feet! Pele! She caught Hope with a pele kick!
Wright: Miss Fortune wasn't expecting that at all! Now get up, Maggie! You've got to keep on the offensive here!
Shelby: Hope Diamond just took too much out of her in the early going of this match, Frankie. With as much blood as she's lost so far, I'm not even sure laying there bleeding is helping her at all. But I don't think she can capitalize, either.
Wright: These are the moments, Dick. These are the moments where you've got to dig down deep inside and really find out who you are. Are you going to be a champion, or are you gonna be a chump? There is no 'can and can't do' inside of that ring. It's all about getting it done!
Shelby: And Lockheart has got to get herself up and back into this if she even wants the slimmest of chances of getting it done.
Wright: Exactly, Dick.
Hope is just now starting to stir on the outside, using the barricade to get herself back to her feet. Waters is leaning through the ropes to check on Diamond, before starting the ten count. Hope staggers away from the barricade and back over to the ring apron well before Waters can even reach the count of two, but she is taken once more by surprise as Lockheart comes in with a baseball slide that catches her right in the shoulder. Diamond is sent hard back into the barricade where she bounces off with her opposite shoulder. Lockheart uses the ropes to pull herself back to her feet. Waters breaks the ten count but it doesn't matter as Lockheart grabs the top rope and launches herself over it with a suicide dive that connects on Diamond! The crowd now back into this contest, they cheer as though they have never cheered before. With both women outside of the ring, Waters restarts the ten count.
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Wright: And just when it looks like artist is somehow going to paint herself back into this match, Hope Diamond showing her wherewithal to grab a handful of the tights to send Lockheart right back into the ring post face first!
Shelby: That's that killer instinct that you've talked about in great detail Franklin. Even when Hope Diamond is own she's not completely out of the moment, or her element for that matter. I can only hope that Lockheart is taking notes.
Wright: I will say that I did say those things about Hope Diamond's killer instinct before the match, but now I'm starting to sense a bit of arrogance from her. She could have finished this match a couple of times and instead chose to prolong it. But I don't expect Diamond to let up here. I think she's finally realizing that any breath that she gives Lockheart is one too many.
Diamond rolls back in just after nine and just before the count of ten. Waters has some words to say to her but this time she literally places her hand on the referee's chest and shoves him out of the way. Waters takes great exception to this, and comes back at Diamond shouting and pointing at the EWC logo that he adorns on his official uniform. Diamond is nonplussed. She stomps right over to Maggie, who reaches up and attempts a feeble inside cradle at best. Lockheart doesn't even have the strength to yank Diamond down into the pin. Diamond breaks away and leaps into the air, coming down with a hard stomp right down on the center of Lockheart's chest. Lockheart gasps for breath as Diamond yanks her back to her feet. Before long, Diamond bends Lockheart like a pretzel and as easily as silly putty. She wraps Lockheart up into the Octopus Hold, known to us as 'the Catherine Wheel'!
Wright: Catherine Wheel! It's all over! There's no escape for Lockheart now. This one is over!
Shelby: Lockheart is screaming out in agony and her own blood is dripping from her hair and her teeth. Just tap out, Maggie. You fought a good fight!
Wright: Oh and Dick! Look at the torque that Diamond is putting on that shoulder... that injured shoulder of Lockheart! That hasn't really come into play, but remember, it was Diamond who tried to break the arm of Lockheart just days before their Night of Champions match! That injury has never quite fully healed, or so I hear!
Shelby: Well if she doesn't give up now, something tells me that Diamond WILL break that arm and send Maggie Lockheart on the shelf for a really long time! Then Tyson won't have to worry about Maggie letting him down!
Diamond grins wide as she wrenches the hold in tight! Waters checks Maggie, asking if she gives up. Maggie screams no!
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Hope keeps the hold applied tight and she throws her weight around, yanking and tugging and pulling... trying to break Maggie Lockheart in half! The referee checks on Lockheart again, this time she is unresponsive!
Shelby: Is that it? Is Lockheart out? Did she tap out?
Wright: No! I think she's passed out! This one is ove-
Just when it seems like Waters is ready to call for the bell, Lockheart reaches up and slides her head from underneath Hope Diamond's leg. Diamond's eyes widen as she realizes that the blood on Maggie's face and in her hair helped her slip out of the hold. Maggie uses a hip toss to send Hope Diamond over her shoulder with what little energy she has left. Diamond hits the mat but rolls through and ends up back on her feet. Magdalena shoves off of the canvas and comes sliding forward looking for the baseball slide calf kick known as the Meteorkick, but Diamond is able to jump in the air to avoid the blow. When Diamond lands, Maggie grabs her and this time gets her rolled up into the inside cradle that she was looking for earlier...
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Wright: By God, what a fight!
Shelby: And you were saying that this one was all over, weren't you?
Wright: Me? You were saying it too!
Shelby: Guilty. But I'll be damned if this isn't the reason why both of these lady athletes are in this position here tonight. I may just be starting to think that little Magdalena Lockheart may be the toughest you-know-what in the locker room right now.
Wright: Well if you're talking about her making fans and believers, you can just listen to this crowd here in Indy to know that you're not alone!
Hope rushes back to her feet and so too does Maggie. Hope again looking for that take-your-head-off lariat but this time the bloody Maggie knows to duck and not let herself become a victim of the hold. Lockheart is clearly woozy and nearly loses her balance on a series of calf kicks that knot up the legs of her opponent. Hope backing towards the corner, she gets a quick thumb to the eye of Lockheart to change momentum back into her favor. Standing switch sends Maggie back first into the corner, and Hope starts with a barrage of forearm shots to the side of the cheekbone that rock her opponent's head and neck, having them snap backwards. Hope takes the wrist of Lockheart and sends her hard into the far corner, Lockheart hits chest first on the turnbuckle pads. Lockheart staggering backwards out of the corner, Hope Diamond rushes in from behind and nails a front double-leg dropkick that sends Lockheart face first into the middle turnbuckle with authority.
Wright: But Diamond has turned it all on now, pulling out all of the stops. The killer instinct is in full force and every second that this match continues is pulling the odds further and further into Diamond's favor.
Shelby: Yeah, but can she put Lockheart away? That's the question that's in everyone's mind right now, Franklin.
Wright: If she does, she'll be the first to pin or possibly make Lockheart submit, ever, here in FSW.
Shelby: Are you serious?
Wright: As a heart attack, Dick.
Diamond grabs Lockheart by the back of her head and pulls her out and away from the corner. Diamond slips on the blood that's on the canvas and nearly falls which draws some laughter from the stands. Everyone on their feet and Hope Diamond is screaming out at the crowd to take a look at their hero before she finishes her off for good. Diamond starts to twist Maggie around to lock in the Catherine Wheel once again, but this time Lockheart is able to shove Diamond off at the last second before the octopus stretch gets fully applied.
Wright: Diamond looking for the Catherine Wheel again! But Lockheart is able to counter!
Shelby: The grip level inside of the ring is next to nothing! This may force Miss Fortune's hand into relying on that Deathstar!
Lockheart tries to capitalize on the counter but her energy level is zero. She throws a wild inside crescent kick that Hope Diamond is simply able to swat away... the Eclipsis Lunae fails miserably. Diamond ducks under and scoops up Maggie onto her shoulders once more into a firemans carry, but the crowd cheers Lockheart on as she flails her legs wildly and is able to slide down the back of Diamond. Lockheart drills Diamond with a kick to the back of her knee that takes her down a level. The crowd noise grows to a premium as Lockheart stumbles backwards against the ropes and comes forward looking for curb stomp... Lacrimosa! NO! Diamond is able to move her head out of the way at the last possible second! Lockheart gets a boot full of canvas and nearly falls over after sliding on her own blood. Diamond back up, she comes in with a toe kick on Lockheart, but Lockheart catches it. Diamond hopping on one foot... enzugiri! Kanabo Kick! NO! Lockheart ducks and Hope Diamond falls down stomach first onto the canvas! Lockheart leaps into the air, Lacrimosa!!!
Shelby: Diamond swats off the Eclipsis Lunae and goes for the Deathstar! Lockheart fighting, she slides through!
Wright: Lockheart with a kick to the back of the leg... no way! Is this her opening? Lacrimosaaaa- NO!
Shelby: Diamond moves! She's back up. Toe kick! Lockheart catches it. Kanabo Kick! NO!
Wright: Lockheart with the Lacrimosa!!! That's it! That's the opening that Lockheart needed!
The bloody Lockheart collapses down onto Hope Diamond. She pushes her over into a pool of blood for the cover-
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Shelby: Lockheart did it! She did it! She's victorious here tonight!
Wright: Oh my god Dick Shelby. What a damn match!
Shelby: I can't believe it.
Wright: Neither can I... but we better believe it!
Magdalena rolls over onto the canvas and she appears to be out. Hope Diamond sits up on her knees, and grabs her own hair in the shock of the moment. She is absolutely covered in Lockheart's blood.
Shelby: Hope can't believe it, and Maggie appears to be out cold!
Wright: That look on Hope's face says it all, but the replay shows the referee's hand hit the mat clearly for three before she was able to kick out.
Shelby: There's no doubt about it. Maggie Lockheart is the winner here tonight, but I don't know if you can look in that ring or at the blood here at ringside and still call her a winner.
Wright: We'll decide that at another time. Let's get some EMT's out here for Lockheart, and pronto.
Deneen McQueen: The winner of the match and receiving 3 Tournament Points – MAGDALENA LOCK-
Diamond pulls herself back to her feet and she's face to face with Referee Waters now, literally screaming at him and pleading her case but to no avail. Waters tells her that the ending is final and moves to walk away from Diamond to go check on Maggie when he is attacked from behind by Hope! Hope with a right hand to the back of the Senior Referee's head and he hits the bloody canvas in a heap. The crowd is in shock as Diamond immediately turns her attention back to Maggie, who is still down on the canvas. Hope slides down and mounts Maggie and begins raining forearms and fists down onto the forehead of Lockheart once more. The crowd boos loudly as Diamond lets out all of her frustrations on Lockheart, eventually pulling her limp body up and locking her once more in the Catherine Wheel.
Shelby: Hope has completely lost it! She's attacked Senior Referee Jacob Waters and you know that that's not going to be looked favorably upon by FSW Staff. Oh god, she's going back to attack Maggie. Somebody stop this!
Wright: She's raining down fists on Lockheart, how much blood as Maggie lost? Oh no, not this! Not the Catherine Wheel again! Lockheart is helpless! Someone get out here! Trainers, EMTs, somebody! Hope Diamond is going to break Magdalena Lockheart in half right before our eyes!
Hope is wrenching in the hold like a woman possessed and Lockheart is like a rag doll inside the hold. Hope has both hands on Lockheart's left arm and she's getting ready to pull back and to possibly dislocate or even break the shoulder of Lockheart right here and right now. Trainers rush to the ring and try to slide in but Hope breaks the Catherine Wheel hold just to fight them off. With the trainers held at ringside, Hope yanks Maggie up and locks her into a quick Fujiwar Armbar. She's going to break Maggie's left arm when suddenly...
“Extraordinary” by Liz Phair blares over the Arena PA Speakers...
Shelby: I can't watch. She's going to snap her arm. Somebody do-
Wright: Dick, I know that music! It's-
Hope drops Lockheart and looks up towards the ramp with wide eyes as LEXIE GLASS comes charging down the ramp with a steel folding chair in hand! Immediately all of the boos in the Hinkle Fieldhouse turn to cheers as Glass slides right underneath of the bottom rope with the chair gripped firmly between both hands. Diamond charges at Glass and goes for a clothesline but Glass ducks the attempt at full speed. Glass bounces off of the ropes and comes back at Diamond charging looking to swing for the fences with the steel chair!
...but Hope ducks herself underneath the bottom rope and rolls right on out of the ring!
Wright: Lexie Glass is here to make the save for Lockheart!
Shelby: She's got a chair, too, Frankie! She's looking to take Miss Fortune's head off... she ducks... Oh god! Hope Diamond escapes just in the nick of time.
Wright: And you can listen to the boos from here in Indianapolis tonight as Hope Diamond backs her way up the ring ramp. They all want to see Lexie get a piece of Diamond, but unfortunately tonight it doesn't look like Hope Diamond is going to let that happen.
Shelby: Yeah, but if you think Hope is happy about this right now, just look at the look on her face. Quite frankly, Frank... I don't know how else to say this... she's pissed!
Wright: If she thinks she's pissed... she should wait to see what James Tyson has to say about this post-match assault on Lockheart and our Senior Referee!
Lexie stands guard at the edge of the ring with the steel folding chair in hand, and she points up towards Diamond who continues to back up the ramp. Diamond kicks and stomps at the metal grates beneath her feet as she realizes that Lexie got the best of her again tonight; meanwhile a team of trainers and EMTs bypass her on the ramp to make their way down to the ring. With Hope disappearing through the curtain, Lexie drops the chair and turns her attention towards Maggie, lifting Maggie up into a seated position inside the ring. Maggie is out cold and Lexie waves her arms at the EMTs to rush in and apply first aid.
Shelby: I'm being told by the network that that's all of the time we've got here tonight. Stay tuned for the updated tournament of power bracket following tonight's show.
Wright: For once, I'm not even concerned with the tournament of power right now, Dick. I'm not even sure that Magdalena Lockheart will even be able to continue after this.
Shelby: ...and we'll get an update on the medical condition of Magdalena Lockheart as soon as it becomes available. Goodnight everyone, we'll see you in two weeks in Tuscon!
Wright: You know that this is going to be far from over, then! Goodnight!
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Warren d. BEH & Roberts
MATCH 2 - Gully d. Bane
MATCH 3 - Otaki d. Lancer
MATCH 4 - Glass d. Cheyenne
MATCH 5 - Reid d. Angel
MATCH 6 - Kingston draw with Hartwell
MATCH 7 - Cassidy d. Larson
MAIN EVENT - Lockheart d. Diamond
MVP: Maggie Lockheart
ToP Final Standings
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
EPISODE #48
OCTOBER 08TH, 2017LIVE! from Hinkle Fieldhouse - Indianapolis, Indiana
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.
"ToP is good for you and me!"
"Firestarter"
"Hope...Maggie....that's a win!"
FSW!
FSW!
FSW!
FSW!
FSW!
"Trophies" plays, and out walks James Tyson, grinning from ear to ear. He makes his way down to the ring, gives Deneen a hug as she gives him the mic, and rolls into the ring to begin to speak.
JT: Ledies and gentlemen, how yall liking the Tournament of Power?
The crowd cheers wildly at that.
JT: Well, tonight is the final set of singles matches, and to update yall on where everyone stands, here's the standings!
Tyson points to the tron, and up pops the current standings:
ToP Standings
Xavier Reid - 6 Hope Diamond - 6
James Larson - 3 Maggie Lockheart - 6
Criss Cassidy - 3 Cheyenne - 0
Matt Angel - 0 Lexie Glass - 0
JT: Looking at those, there's still plenty to fight for. I mentioned two announcements. Remember, you never know what may happen, so every match is important. Also, the four people moving on will be reseeded by point total, so that must factor in as well. Announcement number one is that the top two seeds will get to choose the match type for their semifinal match...but for the finale, that match type will be chosen by the reigning FSW Champion....Otaki!
Big crowd pop for that announcement!
JT: And speaking of our champion...per special request, FSW 50 will see a special attraction main event...the FSW champion and 2016 Rumble winner Otaki will face.......2017 Rumble winner Ace King!
Franklin: WHOA!!!! Big time announcement by Tyson! Otaki vs King?
Wright: Battle of the Rumble winners, right here on Future Stars? That's gonna be a super lit main event!
on the road
on the road
A rev of a guitar, though easily being flooded out by a thunderous applause, causes all the lights in the arena to drop out into darkness.
on the road
on the road
ON THE ROAD TO VIRIDIAN CITY
With that yell the lights suddenly burst into life, which reveals a woman in a purple cloak standing on the stage. While only her eyes and mouth could be seen from her hood. Her milky white skin, purple hair and the FSW Championship being wrapped around her waist making it rather obvious that this person is Otaki. Her cloak doesn't cover the front of her attire, a purple one-piece outfit with no sleeves or coverage for the legs and a pair of blue boots, as Otaki starts to go down the ramp-way, nodding at James Tyson as he makes his way backstage. Once arriving the bottom of the ramp an unfamiliar look of discomfort appears on Otaki's face as she raises her hood up and off, revealing not only her face but also a red gem that is on her forehead. Once she reveals her face The Emo Princess moves up the steps and gets onto the apron before bending over the middle rope to enter the ring. Once inside the ring Otaki approaches the ring announcer and politely ask for the microphone. Once receiving it, with an emotionally mixed sounding ‘thank you’, she turns to face the cheering crowd.
Otaki: We should be happy right now…
The FSW Champion softly starts with an irritated sigh.
Otaki: After all we did manage to get into the top five of this year’s Rumble in the Bronx, which is the furthest out of anyone who was competing twice on said show…with the first of those matches being when – in our hardest defence to date – we managed to put an end to Hatchet Gully’s stupid bounty. So, as all US MARTYRS have SUCCESSFULLY INFECTED all of FSW, we should be ever so happy…
Those words could be, no should be, spoken more proudly or delightfully – especially considering the cheers the people of Indianapolis gave out when Otaki referred to them as ‘us martyrs’ – but it seems that the milky skinned competitor has something serious in mind…at least according to the look on her face.
Otaki: But you see, you see, YOU SEE! There are…a few things that are preventing us from even smiling since that night at the Hammerstein Ballroom…so let’s address them as they WON’T SHUT UP in our minds…okay?
The Emo Princess glances around at the people in attendance and, after receiving a mostly positive response from them, begins to speak up again.
Otaki: First of all we’ve been hearing people stating how we aren’t a real Champion until we defeat Jeremy Warren-
She pauses to allow some cheers at the mentioning of the former FSW Champion’s name.
Otaki:-well if Jeremy Warren really believes the crap he has been sprouting about being the Champ then he is more than welcome to come find us and have the balls to prove himself. For we do not turn down any challenge.
Sharply departs The Emo Princess’ lips before running one of her hands through her purple hair while glancing over towards the FSW logo on the announce table.
Otaki: And then there is the main event tonight against Maggie Lockheart and Hope Diamond…the winner of which will of a fifty-fifty shot at facing us at WrestleFest for our FSW Championship. And we say fifty-fifty because, while we know from experience that both of them are fun toys – if he gets into the Tournament of Power Final – we can see Xavier Reid being a rather…different challenge…
The look on The Emo Princess’ face was making it pretty obvious that she was expecting the negative response her words had.
Otaki: Feel free to boo…we’re just stating that Mister Reid has been impressing us from day one. But, talking about being impressed, we did find ourselves impressed by one Ace King-
The crowd cheer loudly at the mentioning of this year’s Rumble in the Bronx winner.
Otaki:-feel free to cheer and chant, we admit that he deserves it. After all, he outlasted everyone else in one of the biggest matches of the year…and not only did he do this but he almost managed to have enough free time to come to our show declare his interest at getting ‘a shot at getting even’ with us for something that happened over four months ago. As for our answer…hm…since he came to our land to issue the challenge, we believe it is only fair that we come to his house to give him our answer.
While her words sound somewhat enthusiastic, the expression on the FSW Champion’s face darkens.
Otaki: And then…there is Cheyenne…
That one name growls out from the milky skinned wrestler’s lips as people are already booing at the mentioning of her name.
Otaki: You who SNUCK past our guard, CREPT into our home and has STOLEN our Sarah. Do you even know what you’ve done, Cheyenne? Nonono, of course you won’t. You’re too ignorant. Just as ignorant as every policeman, woman or dog that kept laughing at us whenever we asked THEM for help. Just as ignorant as every god, lord and deity that we’ve spent every BEGGING, PLEADING and PRAYING to for help. And just as ignorant as those at the back who dare to claim that…claim that…claim that MY Sarah would be better off in foster care than with me!
Screams out from the young Brit’s lips as it takes her a couple moments to compose herself enough to utter a few final words.
Otaki: We’re going to find you Cheyenne, even if we have to spend all night in the back looking for you, and the things we’re going to do to you once we find you…or what’ll happen to Lancer if we don’t find you in time-
A sickening smile etches itself across the Purple Haired Dynamo’s face.
Otaki:-will be something to smile about.
Echoes out as Otaki drops the microphone before throwing herself out the ring and starting to head back up the ramp way.
The camera cuts to the back and we see Destiny Fairchild, she is testing her microphone levels and checking with her camera man…
Destiny Fairchild: Can I just tell you how excited I am for tonight, I mean Hope Diamond verses Maggie Lockheart, it’s the match of the Tournament of Power...I have to feel like the winner is going to face Otaki…
But before she can finish that sentence we hear YES YES YES off camera...the camera turns to see Xavier Reid walking in the direction of Destiny Fairchild…
Xavier Reid: It’s all anyone around here wants to talk about this week right, the idea of Otaki verses Maggie Lockheart or Otaki verse Hope Diamond at WrestleFest...like it’s a foregone conclusion that the winner here tonight between Hope and Maggie will face Otaki...by going right through me…
Destiny Fairchild: No Xavier...that’s not what’s…
Xavier Reid: Save it, I have seen the way people treated this Tournament of Power, everyone was talking about Maggie, Hope, Cheyenne and Lexi, as if this ToP was only a 4 women tournament, as if there was only one Block and that’s fine, talk about them and ignore the fact with a win tonight I WILL HAVE SWEPT THROUGH MY BLOCK and will walk into next week ALSO with 9pts to face whoever walks out of that Main Event…
Destiny Fairchild: Nobody is saying…
Xavier Reid: I get it sweetie, Maggie is your friend and you can’t set aside your own friendship with her to actually do your job so you will hype up this match because she is your friend and we are just background to you. So for your sake I hope Maggie wins tonight...that she moves on to FSW 49 and then I will dedicate that match to you Destine, I will dedicate the beating I put on her to you…
Destiny Fairchild: I’m not…
Xavier Reid: You might want to hurry up and get moving...Maggie should be getting here real soon...same with Hope...you don’t want to miss them, to miss the opportunity to hype them both up, to proclaim this THE MATCH OF THE YEAR here in FSW...you are wasting your time talking to me...and afterthought so run along sweetheart...don’t keep THEM waiting…
Xavier smirks as he walks away from Destiny…
Destiny Fairchild: I didn’t mean...I didn’t say...
OPENER
JEREMY WARREN Vs BROWN EYED HUNTRESS Vs TYLER ROBERTS
This three way dance started out as a slow jam, but quickly escalated into a brawl, as the former champion looks to get back in stride, and the longtime FSW vets BEH and Roberts look to get a career boosting win. Roberts and Warren trades blows, with BEH getting in quick shots on both. BEH stuck her head in once too many times, and got caught, first by Roberts, then with a 3rd Alarm by Warren, and Warren follows up with a superkick to stall Roberts, pins BEH for the victory.
EWCTV Network opens up backstage at the Hinkle Fieldhouse where we see the stunning beauty Magdalena Lockheart standing out front of a locker room with Kristian Bane's name on the door. She gnaws on her knuckle for a few moments between her plush lips before deciding to knock. Lockheart crosses her arms across her chest and taps her foot. After a brief moment, the door opens. Bane peers out into the hallway.
Kristian Bane: What do you want?
Magdalena Lockheart: Uhm, do you have a minute? Or are you busy?
Kristian Bane: Busy? I'm getting ready for my-
Magdalena Lockheart: I know. This won't take long.
Bane opens the door further and steps out into the hallway, already wearing his ring gear for his upcoming match with Hatchet Gully in just a short while.
Kristian Bane: Alright. So what is it?
Magdalena Lockheart: I'm sorry for intruding, but I didn't know how else I could reach you-
Kristian Bane: Spill it.
Maggie gulps. She looks up at the massive man that stands over a foot taller than she does, and it's an intimidating sight.
Magdalena Lockheart: I just wanted to tell you that you did a good job against Otaki a few weeks ago.
Bane strokes the hair on his cheeks and nods his head.
Magdalena Lockheart: I came out and watched the match in the crowd, and honestly I had never seen you so motivated before.
Kristian Bane: Well, we see what motivation alone gets us. It's not enough to just be motivated, now. Is it?
Magdalena Lockheart: No... but... there is something to be said for it. I know that things didn't go your way the other night, but truth be told, Otaki had to throw everything that she had at you to keep you down. I think that, if given another chance, another opportunity, you can get an FSW Championship shot one day.
Kristian Bane: That's the point, isn't it?
Magdalena Lockheart: True. But hey, trust me. There's a lot of us trying to figure out how to make our way to the top here. If you do make it before me, just remember that I'll be coming for you.
Kristian Bane: And if you somehow make it to the top before I do?
Magdalena Lockheart: Then I would be gladly expecting the same thing from you. And you know what? I'd even give you the shot-
Maggie stops when she feels a tap on her shoulder. The cameras pan backward as Maggie turns around to see FSW backstage interviewer Destiny Fairchild standing behind her, with another infamous white envelope in her hand. Maggie looks down at the envelope and back up into the eyes of Fairchild. Destiny shrugs her shoulders and shows a deep concern for her friend.
Destiny Fairchild: Hello Maggie, Bane. Getting ready for your matches tonight?
Kristian Bane: Excuse me.
Bane retreats back into his locker room to finish prepping for his match.
Magdalena Lockheart: Is that what I think it is?
Destiny nods. She hands over the envelope.
Destiny Fairchild: Mister Tyson would like to see you again, at your earliest convenience...
Maggie snatches the letter out of Destiny's hand and the Indianapolis fans react to the sudden movement that they see on the tron screen in real time. Maggie rips the envelope open and reads the note quickly. She grits her teeth tighter with every word, and when she's done reading she rips the note and the envelope into twenty pieces.
Destiny Fairchild: Whatever it is, Maggie... It can't be that bad, can it?
Maggie takes the shreds of paper in her hand and shove them hard against Fairchild's chest, shoving her out of the way. Magdalena storms off down the hallway, her high heels clicking loudly on the concrete floor as she heads out of frame. Destiny turns towards the camera and shrugs her shoulders.
Kristian Bane: What do you want?
Magdalena Lockheart: Uhm, do you have a minute? Or are you busy?
Kristian Bane: Busy? I'm getting ready for my-
Magdalena Lockheart: I know. This won't take long.
Bane opens the door further and steps out into the hallway, already wearing his ring gear for his upcoming match with Hatchet Gully in just a short while.
Kristian Bane: Alright. So what is it?
Magdalena Lockheart: I'm sorry for intruding, but I didn't know how else I could reach you-
Kristian Bane: Spill it.
Maggie gulps. She looks up at the massive man that stands over a foot taller than she does, and it's an intimidating sight.
Magdalena Lockheart: I just wanted to tell you that you did a good job against Otaki a few weeks ago.
Bane strokes the hair on his cheeks and nods his head.
Magdalena Lockheart: I came out and watched the match in the crowd, and honestly I had never seen you so motivated before.
Kristian Bane: Well, we see what motivation alone gets us. It's not enough to just be motivated, now. Is it?
Magdalena Lockheart: No... but... there is something to be said for it. I know that things didn't go your way the other night, but truth be told, Otaki had to throw everything that she had at you to keep you down. I think that, if given another chance, another opportunity, you can get an FSW Championship shot one day.
Kristian Bane: That's the point, isn't it?
Magdalena Lockheart: True. But hey, trust me. There's a lot of us trying to figure out how to make our way to the top here. If you do make it before me, just remember that I'll be coming for you.
Kristian Bane: And if you somehow make it to the top before I do?
Magdalena Lockheart: Then I would be gladly expecting the same thing from you. And you know what? I'd even give you the shot-
Maggie stops when she feels a tap on her shoulder. The cameras pan backward as Maggie turns around to see FSW backstage interviewer Destiny Fairchild standing behind her, with another infamous white envelope in her hand. Maggie looks down at the envelope and back up into the eyes of Fairchild. Destiny shrugs her shoulders and shows a deep concern for her friend.
Destiny Fairchild: Hello Maggie, Bane. Getting ready for your matches tonight?
Kristian Bane: Excuse me.
Bane retreats back into his locker room to finish prepping for his match.
Magdalena Lockheart: Is that what I think it is?
Destiny nods. She hands over the envelope.
Destiny Fairchild: Mister Tyson would like to see you again, at your earliest convenience...
Maggie snatches the letter out of Destiny's hand and the Indianapolis fans react to the sudden movement that they see on the tron screen in real time. Maggie rips the envelope open and reads the note quickly. She grits her teeth tighter with every word, and when she's done reading she rips the note and the envelope into twenty pieces.
Destiny Fairchild: Whatever it is, Maggie... It can't be that bad, can it?
Maggie takes the shreds of paper in her hand and shove them hard against Fairchild's chest, shoving her out of the way. Magdalena storms off down the hallway, her high heels clicking loudly on the concrete floor as she heads out of frame. Destiny turns towards the camera and shrugs her shoulders.
MATCH 2
KRISTIAN BANE Vs HATCHET GULLY
Bane tries to intimidate Gully with his size. When Gully doesn’t react, he turns his attention to A$hley; Gully runs at Bane, but Bane powers into him. He throws Gully around for a short bit, laughing at how easy it seems. He lifts Gully for a chokeslam, but Gully is able to wiggle out of it and bounces off the ropes, hitting Bane with a few running knees to knock him down. He tries to take advantage with a pin, and when it doesn’t work he throws his whole arsenal at Bane, but Bane’s sheer power is a check and counter to this approach. Bane hits with the Hit N Run, knocking Gully down. A$hley climbs to ropes to distract Bane. Bane doesn’t fall for it, but the referee does. An angry Bane tries to get the referee to focus on the match. From behind, Gully hits him with the Hidden Path to Shangri-La, then climbs the ropes to hit the Ninja Splash. The high-flying move is able to keep Bane down for the three-count. An exhausted Gully celebrates with A$hley outside the ring.
BACKSTAGE
We see Lancer walking through backstage, pumping himself up as he heads to his match. He stops and looks on the ground as the camera pans to show a black and white mask. Lancer slowly picks it up and looks around, clearly a bit rattled by this.
Lancer: The hell?.. How'd my Deagle Dragon mask end up here?
Lancer stands up to full height, putting the mask in his pocket.
: Looks like you really rattled Bane, huh?Lancer jumps back as we see a man dressed in black, wearing a replica of Lancer's mask.
Lancer: W-who are you?
Fan: I'm just a fan! Been following you since T2W man! You were a great tag-team wrestler.
Lancer chuckles a bit.
Lancer: Uhh, thanks! I did have a lot of fun in the tag team division.
Fan: Whatever happened between you and David Xavier? You just kinda...shrugged him off, huh?"
The fan walks closer to Lancer, who begins to walk back to where he was going.
Lancer: I-it was fun to meet a fan but I gotta go...
Fan?: You can't run forever Dragon! Ya fecking tosser...
Lancer turns back but the fan is gone. He takes out the mask again and looks at it as he walks back on his way.
NON-TITLE
LANCER Vs OTAKI
Lancer quickly ties up with Otaki, catching her off-guard, but even several strong suplexes and quick offense can’t keep her down, and she fires back with several strong bumps from both fist and rear. They tie up again, but neither can overpower the other, so they break. The stand-off between the warriors drives the audience wild. Otaki basks in the cheers; Lancer takes the opportunity to go for a superkick, but Otaki planned this and dodges with a baseball slide. She leaps to her feet and in a single motion counters with a spinning heel kick and knocking Lancer down. While Lancer struggles to get to his feet, Otaki cups her hands to her side, readying her Kamehameha strike. Lancer turns into two palms straight into his face, knocking him silly. Otaki follows up with the Grand Finale, covers him, and 1, 2, 3, she gets the win.
Shelby: What a Grueling match for the champion!
Wright: What the? That’s Cheyenne!
Itsy Bitsy Spider Rings out across the arena as Cheyenne comes out as Otaki is making her down the aisle. Otaki Swings for the red head’s face but Chey ducks it and pulls out a lock of hair.
Shelby: Is that Sarah’s hair?
Cheyenne moves her head back in forth right up in the Champion’s face Pulling a microphone out with the other hand..
Cheyenne: You can’t touch me. Because if you do, you will never, ever, EVER, see your precious Itsy Bitsy darling AGAIN!
Otaki’s face has became a deep red, and her fist are balled up so hard her nails cut into her palms.
Cheyenne walks a slow circle around the Purple haired dynamo, running a hand over the woman’s body. Upon returning face to face with the pissed off woman, Cheyenne Leans in close and runs her Tongue up Otaki’s cheek.
Cheyenne: Tag Ohhh tak Eeeeeee.
With that she drops the mic and slowly walks backwards to the ring for her match
MATCH 4
CHEYENNE VS LEXIE GLASS
After the little encounter with Otaki, Cheyenne turned her attention towards Lexie Glass, as these two are fighting to save face in this tournament. Cheyenne pulled out her arsenal early and often, but Lexie tonight was a match for it all, like she had new resolve after losing to Hope, but closing the book on that feud in her favor. Lexie managed to surprise the unique Cheyenne, hitting her with a glass cutter out of nowhere, and picking up those big 3 points.
Once more the feed cuts to the backstage area where Magdalena Lockheart is seen standing in front of FSW General Manager James Tyson's office door. It's much the same as it was back in Atlanta during episode 46, but this time Magdalena has decided that she is not going to wait patiently.
She barges right on in to James Tyson's office without even as little as a knock to let him know that she was coming. Maggie stops just inside the door when she sees her boss standing in front of his desk on the telephone. James Tyson holds up one finger to Maggie as he finishes up his conversation.
James Tyson: -alright now. Hey listen, I gotta call you back in just a quick second. One of my employees just showed up into my office completely unannounced. Yeah, cool? Alright... catch you later dawg.
Tyson ends his call and slides his cellphone into his coat pocket.
James Tyson: Well if it isn't Miss Magdalena herself. What can I do for you this time?
Magdalena Lockheart: I don't know. You're the one who asked to see me.
The two stare down for a moment. Tyson has a serious look on his face but in it hides the hint of a smirk. Magdalena crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot for a moment. But her patience is already thin.
James Tyson: Yeah, I sent for you.
Magdalena Lockheart: You mind telling me what I've done wrong this time?
James Tyson: Wrong...?
Magdalena Lockheart: Yeah?
Tyson's demeanor changes, instantly becoming more relaxed. He chuckles.
James Tyson: You haven't done anything wrong, sweetie. If anything, I just wanted to tell you what a great job you've been doing lately. Kicking ass in my Tournament of Power... One of four top ten finishes for my brand in the Rumble in the Bronx... Maggie you're really coming into your own.
Magdalena looks up at Tyson and for a moment she seems to be entranced. The way her eyes dart around the room its clear that she's deep in thought.
James Tyson: Hey, alls I wanted to tell you was to keep up the good work, alright? But don't let that be an invitation to be putting your guard down. Remember, you're in my main event tonight. I need you to put on something better than just a good show.
Maggie nods her head as she relaxes as well.
Magdalena Lockheart: I know that I can do it. I didn't think that I would have wanted to be a wrestler so badly, but every time I go out there into that ring and I hear the roar of the crowd... I just get caught up in it. I think... that I'm even starting to become addicted to it.
Tyson chuckles again.
James Tyson: Well now, you gotta be careful with that. But go on now, you've got a match to prepare for, don't you? I mean look at you, you're not even in your gear yet.
Magdalena Lockheart: I will. I-I... I mean I'm going, sir!
Maggie turns and makes her way towards the door.
James Tyson: Oh, and Lockheart?
Magdalena Lockheart: Yes, Mister Tyson?
James Tyson: Don't let me down.
The EWCTV feed cuts back to ringside to Dick and Franklin.
Franklin Wright: This isn't the first time that we've heard words exchanged between our boss James Tyson and Maggie Lockheart...
Dick Shelby: No, it isn't. But at least this time went a little bit better than the last, wouldn't you say?
Franklin Wright: Magdalena has had a lot to show since then. Six Tournament of Power points and a seventh place showing in the Rumble is a lot to be proud of!
Dick Shelby: I'd almost say that I think Tyson is taking little Maggie under his wing. You can almost see like this Father/Daughter bond starting to form between them...
Franklin Wright: Haha. I don't think I'd go that far. Tough love? Maybe. But James Tyson's love is his brand FSW. I doubt he cares too much about who holds the banner, just as long as they're carrying it like a true champion.
Dick Shelby: Whatever Tyson is doing lately, it seems to be working. And oh yeah, our next match is... next!
She barges right on in to James Tyson's office without even as little as a knock to let him know that she was coming. Maggie stops just inside the door when she sees her boss standing in front of his desk on the telephone. James Tyson holds up one finger to Maggie as he finishes up his conversation.
James Tyson: -alright now. Hey listen, I gotta call you back in just a quick second. One of my employees just showed up into my office completely unannounced. Yeah, cool? Alright... catch you later dawg.
Tyson ends his call and slides his cellphone into his coat pocket.
James Tyson: Well if it isn't Miss Magdalena herself. What can I do for you this time?
Magdalena Lockheart: I don't know. You're the one who asked to see me.
The two stare down for a moment. Tyson has a serious look on his face but in it hides the hint of a smirk. Magdalena crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot for a moment. But her patience is already thin.
James Tyson: Yeah, I sent for you.
Magdalena Lockheart: You mind telling me what I've done wrong this time?
James Tyson: Wrong...?
Magdalena Lockheart: Yeah?
Tyson's demeanor changes, instantly becoming more relaxed. He chuckles.
James Tyson: You haven't done anything wrong, sweetie. If anything, I just wanted to tell you what a great job you've been doing lately. Kicking ass in my Tournament of Power... One of four top ten finishes for my brand in the Rumble in the Bronx... Maggie you're really coming into your own.
Magdalena looks up at Tyson and for a moment she seems to be entranced. The way her eyes dart around the room its clear that she's deep in thought.
James Tyson: Hey, alls I wanted to tell you was to keep up the good work, alright? But don't let that be an invitation to be putting your guard down. Remember, you're in my main event tonight. I need you to put on something better than just a good show.
Maggie nods her head as she relaxes as well.
Magdalena Lockheart: I know that I can do it. I didn't think that I would have wanted to be a wrestler so badly, but every time I go out there into that ring and I hear the roar of the crowd... I just get caught up in it. I think... that I'm even starting to become addicted to it.
Tyson chuckles again.
James Tyson: Well now, you gotta be careful with that. But go on now, you've got a match to prepare for, don't you? I mean look at you, you're not even in your gear yet.
Magdalena Lockheart: I will. I-I... I mean I'm going, sir!
Maggie turns and makes her way towards the door.
James Tyson: Oh, and Lockheart?
Magdalena Lockheart: Yes, Mister Tyson?
James Tyson: Don't let me down.
The EWCTV feed cuts back to ringside to Dick and Franklin.
Franklin Wright: This isn't the first time that we've heard words exchanged between our boss James Tyson and Maggie Lockheart...
Dick Shelby: No, it isn't. But at least this time went a little bit better than the last, wouldn't you say?
Franklin Wright: Magdalena has had a lot to show since then. Six Tournament of Power points and a seventh place showing in the Rumble is a lot to be proud of!
Dick Shelby: I'd almost say that I think Tyson is taking little Maggie under his wing. You can almost see like this Father/Daughter bond starting to form between them...
Franklin Wright: Haha. I don't think I'd go that far. Tough love? Maybe. But James Tyson's love is his brand FSW. I doubt he cares too much about who holds the banner, just as long as they're carrying it like a true champion.
Dick Shelby: Whatever Tyson is doing lately, it seems to be working. And oh yeah, our next match is... next!
MATCH 5
XAVIER REID Vs MATT ANGEL
Xavier Reid had a point to prove, based on the earlier interview, and Matt Angel was the unwitting recipient of the trademark Volando rage. Reid gave no quarter to Angel, whom seemed a bit out of sorts, which Reid took advantage of, finishing Angel off with a brutal X-Ecution for the win, and a clean sweep, guaranteeing his semifinal spot.
The scene opens to Criss Cassidy standing infront of a Future Stars of Wrestling banner.
Criss Cassidy: "Listen to me, you wise men. Pay attention, you who have knowledge. Just as the mouth tastes good food, the ear tests the words it hears. So let us discern for ourselves what is right, let us learn together what is good. God has chosen me to carry the torch, let me take us to the future. I have been given the Power. Do you think it was an accident? For all the earth belongs to The Lord and he has set the world in order. He will protect his godly ones but the wicked will perish in the darkness. No one will succeed by strength alone. Those who fight against me will be broken. Everyone will want to prove that they are the best. But what they will come to find out is. In a tournament of power, I am the anointed one."
Scene fades to black.
MATCH 6
RUSH HARTWELL Vs STEPHEN KINGSTON
Hartwell and Kingston fought like rivals, and their efforts were ToP worthy. Both men fought in the ring, took it out of the ring, up the aisle, back down and back in the ring. Both men took each other's finishers, and still got up for more. In the end, Kingston took a big risk, and it kind of paid off...a big dive through the announce table, hitting Rush with the elbow drop, but neither man was able to make the ten count, and the match ended in a double countout.
Both Stephen Kingston and Rush Hartwell make it through the curtain to the back, drenched in sweat. They walk slowly to the locker rooms. As they make it to the narrower hallways, Rush allows himself a smile. He seems breathless, ecstatic even.
Rush Hartwell: That was a glorious match. Absolutely glorious! I was right, as I knew I would be.
Stephen stops to look at him, perplexed. Rush also stops and turns to face him. He’s practically beaming.
Rush Hartwell: My faith has paid off. So it is decided: you will be my first!
Stephen laughs nervously -- or perhaps, in disbelief.
Stephen Kingston: I’m sorry, your first what, exactly?
Rush Hartwell: It is as I said before. Do you not remember my offer? Join me, Mr. Kingston - accept me as your god, accept my godhood into your life. This could be the beginning of a new era for the EWC. We could show this place our greatness!
Stephen blinks, taking in his words.
Stephen Kingston: Our greatness? Our greatness? You're kidding, right? In case you don't remember, jack - I'm Stephen Kingston. I've got enough greatness on my own. Just because you had a few moments in the sun with me doesn't mean those wax wings will hold up, junior. In case you couldn't get it through that thick head of yours; just because I do a better job at getting people to pay to see me regardless of result does not mean I'm letting some egocentric genetic defect ride on these coattails.
Rush laughs at the comments.
Rush Hartwell: That’s the spirit I like to see. The straight-shooter! The man who doesn’t hold back! You understand this place, as I do. Winning, losing; yes it’s important, but this was more than that. Like Jacob when he wrestled the angel, you too have seen God face to face, and yet your life has been delivered.
Rush extends a hand.
Rush Hartwell: You have been blessed this day, Stephen Kingston. With someone like you serving me, we cannot fail. We will convert these non-believers into seeing the glory that stands before them. With you, this place, these people will have no choice but to--!
Stephen interrupts him by spitting in his face. Rush doesn’t react at first; he breathes out slowly, his voice cool as he lowers his hand. His voice becomes harsh, he eyebrows narrow to a scowl.
Rush Hartwell: You forget your place, boy.
Stephen smiles and makes quick work of burying his finger into Rush's chest.
Stephen Kingston: My place is in the hall of fame. My place is in the history books. My place is amongst discussion of the greatest names in this business! You, on the other hand, seem to forget your place. You're a peon. A boot licker. A bagboy that got lucky somewhere along the line. Remember what you're worth Rush: you’re nothing but a blemish on my record and a sore on this - my - business.
Rush wipes the spittle off of his face as Stephen talks.
Rush Hartwell: I am a god, you loathsome heathen, and you will not speak to me in such a manner.
Stephen repeats his words in a mocking tone.
Stephen Kingston: Oh sweet Jesus, you've got an ego so big that it's got its own gravitational pull. Is this a prank? A joke? Do you go home at night and have a big laugh at everyone's expense that gets inflamed by this foolish arrogance? Well, let me be the first in line to tell you that I'm still not impressed. Now, if you'll excuse me...
He tries to move past Rush. Rush blocks his exit.
Stephen Kingston: I said piss off.
Rush leans in close to Stephen, his voice a harsh whisper.
Rush Hartwell: I was wrong. I see the truth now; what I mistook for greatness was merely a golden calf shining at just the right angle. Mark my words as Scripture, Mr. Kingston: if I am a blemish, then you are a cancer, and you and your hollow legacy will be removed. I will do the honors myself if I have to.
Stephen sneers at him, poking Rush’s chest once more.
Stephen Kingston: Even dogs understand after you rub their nose in their own piss a few times, but you? I guess you're too dense for that. Give it a rest, pal, seriously. I'm done putting you through the grinder.
Rush doesn’t do anything for a moment. Then, as a smirk creeps to his face, he stands aside. Stephen pushes Rush with his shoulder, a punctuation on the confrontation. Rush glares after him as he walks away. Fade to commercial.
A generic rock track sounds over the house P/A, a heavy thudding beat as a young, clean cut man steps out wearing blue tights with lightning jags on both thighs, white wrist tape and matching wrestling boots. His dark hair is short and neatly styled and the smile on his slightly rounded face gave him the look of an aw shucks country boy. Topping it all off is a physique that, while the kid looks strong at his five foot, ten inches of height, he was no power lifter by any stretch of the imagination. With minimal crowd reaction, he throws his fist up in the air and rushes down to the ring.
Shelby: Apparently we have a new talent signing for FSW!
Wright: This guy? He's pretty.... eeeehhh.... generic, wouldn't you say?
Shelby: Never be deceived by appearances, Frank.
Upon arriving, he's handed a microphone.
Wright: Well this should be interesting.
New Kid: Hey everybody! My name is New Kid and I'm here to shake things up in FSW! I want to be a Future Star of Wrestling! A new beacon of hope for the masses! For too long there's been no heroes in wrestling and I aim to change that! I will be the new hero that FSW may not deserve, but it does need!
Shelby: Well apparently, New Kid has introduced himself and intends to be the next 'Hero of FSW'
A rough, graveled male voice interrupts over the P/A....
Voice: There are no Heroes....
The lights around the steel girdered Entrance Arch dim. Amber and red emergency lights start spin to cast a diffused orange glow a short distance through the fog. The familiar sound of Edsel Dope's voice screams over the PA System.
#BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU KNOW IT'S LOADED!!!
#I GOT IT COCKED AND LOADED!!!
#I GOT A SICKNESS TO FEED!!
"Violence" by Dope continues to play. The fog is parted by the forward motion of a heavily tattooed man suddenly bursting forth with a long legged stride.
#SO BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU'RE UNDEVOTED!!!
#DON'T NEED A FUCKIN' MOTIVE!!
#I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO BBBBLLLLEEEEDDDD!!!
His attire consists of a hooded, patchwork leather vest decorated with the word "HARDCORE" on his shoulders, black leather tights done in similar fashion to his vest, maroon boots with silver knee and kick pads, and tape on his fists. In his hand is a barbwire wrapped silver mop handle sporting black electrical tape at both ends.
Arriving at ringside, he climbs onto the ring apron and walks to the very center of that apron. Turning to face the fans, he throws his arms out at his sides. His face is a burning, intense scowl as he stares holes through New Kid. He then slips through the ropes and enters the ring. He throws his hood back to reveal his slightly crooked nose and dark brown eyes. Blond hair hangs in his bushy, bearded face as he lowers his head forward to glare at the camera from beneath the ridge of his brow.
New Kid: *with as much bravado as he can muster* Who the hell are you, tough guy?
Before New Kid can even react, the new arrival downs him with a shot to the head with the Mop Handle. He dives down upon him, hammering away with vicious shots as New Kid tries to roll away and to his feet.
*THACK THACK THACK THACK THACK THACK THACK!!!*
The barbwire wrapped weapon sang as it danced up and down New Kid's body!
Shelby: I don't know who this guy is, but he's beating the holy hell out of New Kid!
Wright: Someone call security out here!
Several lacerations dotted the kid's body as barbwire from the mop handle snags his flesh and rips it. New Kid groans in pain, curled up and bleeding from several points of his body. The bearded man gathers him up and the kid struggles till he takes a hard knee straight to the sternum. The man takes hold of his head, props him on his shoulder, turns, and lifts New Kid into a hangman's position, his feet dangling off the canvas. He then whips the kid forward with a wicked fast sitout Snapmare Driver, slamming the kid's skull to the canvas and leaving him out cold.
Wright: Woah! I think he just broke that kid's neck!
Shelby: This "Hardcore" guy just decimated one of our newest signings with just a few moves!
As the kid rolls out of the ring to fall to the floor in an unconscious heap. The "Hardcore Guy" as Shelby dubbed him, back rolls to his feet, gathering up New Kid's dropped microphone along the way.
Man: I'm not here to be your Hero. I don't save people. The name is Jack Nomad and I'm not here to save you, him, that fat bitch in the front row, or even myself. I wasn't even invited to this event, but here I am, in your show, fucking it up.
Jack gathered up the barbwire mop handle and rested it upon his shoulder.
Jack: Love me? Hate me? I'll let you make up your own mind on that call as I don't care which, but FSW, you're on notice.
He pointed the weapon at the entrance arch.
Jack: Whether you like it or not, Jackie Boy is in the building and anyone who wants a piece, I'm not hard to find. Let's do some fucking DAMAGE!
Jack tossed his microphone as "Violence" by Dope hit the P/A once more. Dropping down, Jack rolls out of the ring and heads straight to the back.
Wright: Keeping it short and sweet he just announced that there is a new psycho on the block and his name is "Hardcore" Jack Nomad.
Shelby: Did some digging and yes, Jack is a dangerous man and I hope Mr. Tyson comes to his senses! He's dangerous and known for hospitalizing people just for looking at him funny!
Wright: If that's the case then New Kid got off pretty light here!
MATCH 7
CRISS CASSIDY Vs JAMES LARSON
Cassidy and Larson knew what was on the line...the last Semifinal spot in the ToP, and both men fought with that real sense of urgency. Both men went all out, sparing no wasted energy, emptying out the bag of tricks, moves and counter moves. Larson got a two count on a Trust Fall, Cassidy later got his own two count with a Heaven's Gate. Larson regains the advantage, drops Cassidy with a Knee of Fate, but Criss managed to get a shoulder up. Larson tries to follow up with the Chain Breaker, but that wasn't enough. Cassidy goes for the Crucifixion, but Larson managed to kick out. After both men took each other's best shot, Larson moved in, but Cassidy was just a split second quicker hitting his Holy Grail, following up with the pin, and a very hard fought win.
MAGGIE LOCKHEART Vs HOPE DIAMOND
Shelby: Franklin, what a show we've had tonight. We've bared witness to one of the most stacked and action-packed episodes of Future Starts of Wrestling in recent memory. All up and down the line, from the opening bell of the first contest until now, it's been absolutely incredible. But if you think that episode 48 is over just yet, you're crazy.
Wright: Oh no Dick... no need to call the men in white coats right yet... I'm just fine! I'm definitely not crazy! But I'll tell you what I am, and that's excited! I know that we've got one more match ahead of us, and that's the main event of the evening ...and it's a Tournament of Power match to boot. I can't wait to get this one started.
Shelby: We've seen so much from James Tyson's “Tournament of Power” that it almost bares repeating: this has been an absolutely excellent idea from our head honcho. We've really seen the cream rise to the top, and because of that we've got two of the tournament's top point-earners on their side of the bracket going head to head for what may be their third straight victory, barring any unforeseen circumstances of course.
Wright: Unforeseen circumstances, hmm? That's right, Dick. Hope Diamond and Magdalena Lockheart have been on fire since this tournament of power started two episodes ago. They've both bested Cheyenne and Lexie Glass on 46 and 47, and now they're going to take it to one another face to face in a rematch of sorts...
Shelby: What do you mean?
Wright: You do remember the big Night of Champions match, right?
Shelby: Oh! Yeah, the big triple threat match between Diamond, Lockheart, and our FSW Champion Otaki. Frank, how could I forget?
Wright: Exactly. Well, do you remember the weeks leading up to that, specifically that big main event match that we had in South Carolina? It was the only other time that Hope and Magdalena faced each other one on one, and it fought out to a no-contest. That may have prompted James Tyson to make the Night of Champions match a triple threat in the first place... but don't quote me on that because I'm not too sure of the truth to that statement.
Shelby: Alright. Fair enough. Yes, I remember Hope Diamond and Maggie Lockheart fighting their way around ringside and basically forgetting that they were in a match in the first place. I'm not saying that it will happen that exact same way again here tonight, but, if these two women follow suit and have another draw here tonight, then they'd both have 7 power points, and then what?
Wright: Well then I suppose then we'd have a tie on this side of the bracket, and I suppose that would prompt Lockheart and Diamond to then fight again? I'm not really sure! But I can say this, Shelb: I know that neither one of the competitors here tonight are looking to come back to the locker room tonight with just one tournament point. Judging by the way these two female athletes have talked over the past two weeks, I'd say that one point is just as good as nothing for both of them. I foresee them going all out tonight and pulling out all of the stops, because they know that they have to make their stand.
Shelby: It's going to be interesting to watch because Hope Diamond holds such a strength and size advantage over Lockheart.
Wright: Let's not forget Miss Diamond's “Killer Instinct”, which to me is the ability to step on the throat of your opponent when you've got them down for the count. That kind of ruthless aggression to me gives Diamond the edge.
Shelby: I suppose we'll see. But I wouldn't count out Magdalena Lockheart just yet. Every time the twenty-year old steps into the ring, she picks up a little something more from her competition.
Wright: Hey, I'm not giving anything away to anyone just yet! If I knew the winners of these contests before hand then there'd be no reason to watch them. I do think it's pretty even, but I stand by my opinion that Hope Diamond can all-but punch her ticket to WrestleFest here tonight.
Shelby: Fair enough. And I think that it's just too close to call, unless one of these women make a huge mistake and allow the other to capitalize on it. But speaking of giving things away, let's give it away to Deneen McQueen who's waiting inside the ring for introductions.
Deneen McQueen: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening and it is a TOURNAMENT OF POWER MATCH! As always, this contest is scheduled for...
Crowd: One fall!!!
Deneen McQueen: ...one fall! Introducing first:
The lights go out in the arena for a few moments causing the crowd to murmur. People gather their cellphones and lighters just to see what's going on. The camera pans out on what appears to be fireflies out in the stands. In the pitch, a loud drum solo comes crashing over the Arena PA speakers. As the last cymbal crash falls eerily silent, bright red spotlights and strobes hit the stage along with dancing red laser lights, all marching along with the cadence of a heavily distorted bass guitar.
Someone sang your name today
and a stranger saw me crumble;
Haul my broken heart and shell away
beggin', bury me beside you...
Magdalena Lockheart walks out from the curtain and continues through the center of the stage and down the ramp. Lockheart walks with a purpose, her jet-black trench coat swaying behind her as she rounds the corner to make it to the ring steps. After stepping up onto the ring apron, she spins herself around clutching the top rope behind her, as she stares out into the audience just to gauge their reaction.
Deneen McQueen: She stands in at 5 foot 3 inches and weighs in tonight at 111 pounds. From Inwood, New York, she is “The Artist”, MAGDALENA LOCKHEART!
But I want you
I need to
Forget you
Don't want to
But I need to let you
Go
At the exact moment that the lead singer says "go", she places her hands on either side of the trench coat and rips it open to reveal her fight life cut-off tee. At the same moment, a bright blue spotlight becomes the only light in the entire arena as it shines straight down on her and glitter falls from the ceiling like rain. Magdalena bathes in a glitter shower a moment before pulling off her trench coat and stepping into the ring.
Wright: Magdalena Lockheart sure knows how to make an entrance, and she loves to make it rain... doesn't she?
Shelby: I can't say that the ring crew is particularly pleased to have to clean up all of this glitter after each of her matches, but yes, I agree. It is quite the entrance.
Wright: Lockheart is a little dynamo that reminds me so much of Otaki, and practically following in her same path, too. You've got to love how she gets the fans into the action... she just exudes passion with each step that she takes. The problem with Lockheart though is really two-fold. First, I think Maggie's biggest enemy inside the ring is Maggie... or at least the inner voice that resides between her ears. And second, I don't know if Lockheart is ready to take that next step into being a true fighter. She seems to be trying to tap into that killer instinct, but so far I see too much defense, and not enough offense.
Shelby: I see your points Frankie and I can't say that I wholeheartedly disagree with anything that you've said. However, it's key to note that Magdalena Lockheart is the seventh graduate of the now famous Squire's Wrestling Academy, and it wasn't too long ago that she earned that honor. Lockheart doesn't have the experience just yet, but showings like hers in the Rumble in the Bronx, where she lasted over 50 minutes inside the ring and finished inside the top ten, will definitely help with that.
Wright: Yes, Lockheart has improved. Leaps and bounds, really. But tonight she's going to go face to face with a Mack truck. Either she's got the instinct or she doesn't. Hope Diamond has made herself perfectly clear that she's going to find out tonight which it is.
Shelby: No where to run, no where to hide.
Deneen McQueen: ...and her opponent:
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.
Deneen McQueen: She stands at 5 foot 10 inches tall, and weighs in tonight at 160 pounds. Now residing in the city of angels, Los Angeles, California... she is “Miss Fortune” HOPE DIAMOND!
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.
Wright: They call her Miss Fortune, and that's because if you've ever had the misfortune of stepping in the ring with her, you're usually lucky to walk away from the contest; if you can walk at all.
Shelby: There's no denying that Hope Diamond is a force inside of that ring, and quite frankly Frank, outside of it as well. She's one part strength, one part technique, and two parts mind-games... and she does it all to seemingly perfection, too. There's no doubt in anyone's mind here tonight in the Hinkle Fieldhouse that Hope Diamond is a future FSW Champion if and when she wants to be. A one on one contest between Hope and Otaki would blow the roof off of any arena. Hope is trying to make sure that that happens at WrestleFest this year.
Wright: Oh man, and this is why I love the Tournament of Power so much. This has got us talking about WrestleFest already, and we've just barely begun in the month of October! I know that the fans here in Indy are on their feet though because they see the value in what is about to take place. Come on ref, ring the bell! Let's get this thing underway already!
Shelby: Diamond is in her corner looking as relaxed as she ever has to start off. Lockheart is stretching on the near side of the ring looking as though she knows the fight that Hope Diamond is about to put her through. The more I see their demeanor I am inclined to agree with you and give the edge to Hope. But with Lockheart, it's just so hard to tell what's going on inside that mind of hers.
Wright: Well, Senior Referee Jacob Waters knows what is at stake in this match and I think he's going to give it as much breathing room as he can to get a clear and concise winner. He has now checked over both Lockheart and Diamond. He's pulling out to the center of the ring now and... he's signaling for the bell! Lets get this thing started!
DING DING DING
The two women start off encircling the ring, Lockheart keeping her back to the ropes and a large distance between her and Diamond. Diamond takes the middle of the ring and cuts the distance down to a minimum between them. Both female athletes are low in a squat as to not give up any early advantage. They keep their hands and their feet moving constantly looking for an opening. Hope Diamond shoots for a leg on Lockheart but Lockheart is able to move out of the way. Hope's level change is masterful, and she loses no ground even as she comes back up to meet Lockheart again. Hope keeps the ring short and forces Maggie to work in only one corner of the ring. Hope shoots in a second time and this time wraps the thigh of Lockheart with no problem whatsoever. She tackles Lockheart back into the corner where Senior Referee Waters is quick to call for the rope break. Hope grins as she slides backwards off of Lockheart, keeping her eyes locked on her opponent the entire time. Lockheart, on her back, wipes her lips with her forearm as she looks up at Diamond who is back to her feet and egging her on. Lockheart uses the ropes to pull herself back to her feet. The crowd is starting to get behind Lockheart.
Wright: Just a quick statement here: we can already see that Hope Diamond is wanting to take this fight straight to Magdalena here. Lockheart has got to go on the offensive or she's going to lose. It's just as simple as that.
Shelby: I wonder if Lockheart is thinking too much about Mister Tyson right now. His words a few weeks ago and again tonight. He's prompting her not to let him down... and I don't know if it's helping... or hurting.
Wright: That's a good point. If her mind isn't on Diamond right now, and Diamond alone, then she's not going to make it long in this business. And I say that because Hope Diamond is prepared to make sure that Magdalena Lockheart doesn't make it out of this arena here tonight!
Lockheart back up now, the two women begin the opening sequence over again. This time, Lockheart appears a bit more nimble on her feet, and a bit more willing to meet Hope in the middle of the ring. The two lock up. Hope counters the collar and elbow with a quick arm wringer submission. Maggie screams out and clutches her own elbow as Hope smiles and wrenches in the hold. Hope transitions seamlessly into a hammerlock and then into a standing side headlock, which again she wrenches in with ease. Referee Waters is right there to check on Lockheart, who comes back at Hope with a forearm shiv to the kidney area trying to break the headlock. Hope spins Lockheart right over onto her back with a judo hip throw that slams her into the mat. By the time Lockheart can even look up, Hope Diamond drops an elbow into the throat of her followed up by a quick lock-in of a reverse chinlock. Hope's got her strong arms around the neck of Lockheart and she's clamped down now on all of the vital bloodflow to Lockheart's brain.
Shelby: This match has been all Hope Diamond so far.
Wright: And I don't think it's been the contest that either one of us thought that we would see, Dick.
Shelby: Lockheart has gotten next to no offense in so far. If this keeps up, this match could be over before it even began.
Lockheart struggles against the reverse chinlock, and waves her hands around to signal to the referee that she does not wish to submit. Hope keeps the hold locked on for a few more moments before she decides to throw Lockheart back down against the mat. Hope standing, she drops a knee straight down onto the forehead of Lockheart, which catches with full force. Lockheart sits up immediately holding her forehead and a crimson liquid starts to flow between her fingers. Senior Referee Waters slides in to check on Lockheart and he immediately reaches for the latex gloves that he keeps in his back pocket, a clear signal that blood has entered the ring. Diamond pushes Waters to the side and throws Lockheart back down onto the mat again, and she follows up with a second knee drop to the exact same area! Hope Diamond then hooks the leg for the cover!
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Maggie Lockheart kicks out after the count of two and a half.
Shelby: Oh my goodness, it looks like Magdalena Lockheart is busted wide open!
Wright: This is not good, Shelb. Not good at all. At the beginning of this match we talked about how neither one of these women could afford to make a mistake inside of the ring and allow the other one to capitalize on it. Well, this is probably that mistake!
Shelby: And you know that when a shark smells blood in the water, that they know that it's time to feast. And Frankie, Hope Diamond is definitely the shark in the waters here in FSW.
Wright: Waters may consider just stopping this match. Lockheart is losing a lot of blood right now, and If she can't fight back, it might be time to call it.
Magdalena sits up off of the canvas and the crowd reacts as they see the crimson mask for the first time. Lockheart has red droplets literally dripping off of the tips of her blue hair and Hope Diamond couldn't be happier. Hope grabs Maggie by her hair and stands her up onto her feet. Hope spins Maggie around and hoists her up onto her shoulders. It looks as though Hope is going for a torture rack submission hold but after a few moments of her opponents agony she drops down with a devastating argentine backbreaker. You can literally hear every vertebrae in Lockheart's spine crack at once as the force of the move tries to tear her ligaments apart. Hope Diamond grins as she sits up and enjoys the showers of boos that she receives from the fans. Waters slides in to check on Lockheart. Diamond once more nudges Waters to the side and hooks the leg for the cover.
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Maggie Lockheart just barely gets her shoulder up at two and three-quarters.
Shelby: Torture Rack into Argentine Backbreaker! That has got to be all. Look at the sadistic grin on the face of Hope Diamond here.
Wright: Just stay down, Maggie. Live to fight another day. There's a lot more to your career than just tonight.
Shelby: Cover! One... two... kickout by Magdalena Lockheart.
Referee Waters signals the two count and it draws the ire of Diamond. She argues with him for a moment, but she's got all of the time in the world to do so. To take out her frustrations, she turns and begins a series of mounted punches on her opponent making sure that the point of her knuckles hits the gash on Lockheart's forehead. As her punches twist upon impact, they tear the skin even more, causing more blood to flow. Lockheart is now spitting droplets of blood as she breathes and absorbs each blow almost with next to no resistance whatsoever. Waters tries to warn Diamond about the closed fists but Diamond turns towards him and threatens to punch him, too. Waters backs away but as Hope stands up she looks out to a crowd that cannot stand her. Hope looks down to see her blood covered fist, and she wipes her opponent's blood off on her own chest.
Wright: Oh come on now, Hope. This is getting to levels of showboating that you don't need here. Finish the match and get your three points.
Shelby: Lockheart is looking worse and worse as the match goes on. I really think that Waters should- wait a second...
Hope Diamond turns towards Waters to have another chat with him when suddenly Magdalena Lockheart reaches up and rolls Hope up from behind! Waters slides down to check the shoulders and make the cover!
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No!!! Hope Diamond just gets her shoulders up just before the count of three! The crowd cheers thinking that Magdalena had won, and Maggie jumps up to her feet just to see Waters giving the timekeeper the two-count signal. By the time Lockheart realizes what is going on, she turns and takes one hell of a lariat from an incensed Hope!
Wright: Lockheart with the school girl!!! COVER!!!
Shelby: One! Two! Three! She did it!!! NO!!! Oh my god, that was so close Frankie!
Wright: The crowd thinks that it was three... was it three? I don't know!
Shelby: Maggie... turn around! Oh my god!!!
Wright: I think Hope Diamond just nearly took Magdalena's head clean off with that lariat! My God in heaven if Lockheart isn't dead, she's at least inside out.
Shelby: That may have been Lockheart's best chance... perhaps her only chance. And now she's got a pissed off Hope Diamond standing over her...
As Lockheart lays face down on the canvas, the red stain beneath her forehead gradually pools larger. Hope Diamond spits down onto the mat next to Lockheart and wipes more of her blood off, this time onto her pants. Hope grabs Lockheart by the hair once more and yanks her back up to her feet. The referee gives Diamond a warning about the hair pulling, but she's not paying any attention to him at all. Hope knees Lockheart in the gut and yanks her up onto her shoulders into a firemans carry position. She spins Lockheart around for a few moments, showing off her limp and bleeding body to the crowd. Diamond throws Lockheart up into the air and comes down with the Death Valley Driver known as the Deathstar! NO! Lockheart flips forward and lands on her feet! Hope Diamond looks up just in time to catch a snapped-off pele kick just between her eyes! Caught off guard, Hope stumbles backwards and tumbles over the middle rope and lands on the floor below. Lockheart remains laying on the canvas taking this much needed time to catch a breather.
Shelby: Hope's finally going to finish this one off with the Deathstar. She's got Lockheart up aaannndddd... Lockheart! Lockheart lands on her feet! Pele! She caught Hope with a pele kick!
Wright: Miss Fortune wasn't expecting that at all! Now get up, Maggie! You've got to keep on the offensive here!
Shelby: Hope Diamond just took too much out of her in the early going of this match, Frankie. With as much blood as she's lost so far, I'm not even sure laying there bleeding is helping her at all. But I don't think she can capitalize, either.
Wright: These are the moments, Dick. These are the moments where you've got to dig down deep inside and really find out who you are. Are you going to be a champion, or are you gonna be a chump? There is no 'can and can't do' inside of that ring. It's all about getting it done!
Shelby: And Lockheart has got to get herself up and back into this if she even wants the slimmest of chances of getting it done.
Wright: Exactly, Dick.
Hope is just now starting to stir on the outside, using the barricade to get herself back to her feet. Waters is leaning through the ropes to check on Diamond, before starting the ten count. Hope staggers away from the barricade and back over to the ring apron well before Waters can even reach the count of two, but she is taken once more by surprise as Lockheart comes in with a baseball slide that catches her right in the shoulder. Diamond is sent hard back into the barricade where she bounces off with her opposite shoulder. Lockheart uses the ropes to pull herself back to her feet. Waters breaks the ten count but it doesn't matter as Lockheart grabs the top rope and launches herself over it with a suicide dive that connects on Diamond! The crowd now back into this contest, they cheer as though they have never cheered before. With both women outside of the ring, Waters restarts the ten count.
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Lockheart is the first back up and she's spitting her own blood from her mouth that had trickled in there from her forehead. She tries to pull Diamond back up to her feet but Lockheart slips on her own blood that's now down on the mats. Diamond grabs Lockheart by the tights and pulls her face first into the nearby ring post!
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Hope Diamond shakes off the cobwebs and grabs Lockheart by the hair. She rolls Lockheart back inside of the ring breaking up the ten count.
Wright: And just when it looks like artist is somehow going to paint herself back into this match, Hope Diamond showing her wherewithal to grab a handful of the tights to send Lockheart right back into the ring post face first!
Shelby: That's that killer instinct that you've talked about in great detail Franklin. Even when Hope Diamond is own she's not completely out of the moment, or her element for that matter. I can only hope that Lockheart is taking notes.
Wright: I will say that I did say those things about Hope Diamond's killer instinct before the match, but now I'm starting to sense a bit of arrogance from her. She could have finished this match a couple of times and instead chose to prolong it. But I don't expect Diamond to let up here. I think she's finally realizing that any breath that she gives Lockheart is one too many.
Diamond rolls back in just after nine and just before the count of ten. Waters has some words to say to her but this time she literally places her hand on the referee's chest and shoves him out of the way. Waters takes great exception to this, and comes back at Diamond shouting and pointing at the EWC logo that he adorns on his official uniform. Diamond is nonplussed. She stomps right over to Maggie, who reaches up and attempts a feeble inside cradle at best. Lockheart doesn't even have the strength to yank Diamond down into the pin. Diamond breaks away and leaps into the air, coming down with a hard stomp right down on the center of Lockheart's chest. Lockheart gasps for breath as Diamond yanks her back to her feet. Before long, Diamond bends Lockheart like a pretzel and as easily as silly putty. She wraps Lockheart up into the Octopus Hold, known to us as 'the Catherine Wheel'!
Wright: Catherine Wheel! It's all over! There's no escape for Lockheart now. This one is over!
Shelby: Lockheart is screaming out in agony and her own blood is dripping from her hair and her teeth. Just tap out, Maggie. You fought a good fight!
Wright: Oh and Dick! Look at the torque that Diamond is putting on that shoulder... that injured shoulder of Lockheart! That hasn't really come into play, but remember, it was Diamond who tried to break the arm of Lockheart just days before their Night of Champions match! That injury has never quite fully healed, or so I hear!
Shelby: Well if she doesn't give up now, something tells me that Diamond WILL break that arm and send Maggie Lockheart on the shelf for a really long time! Then Tyson won't have to worry about Maggie letting him down!
Diamond grins wide as she wrenches the hold in tight! Waters checks Maggie, asking if she gives up. Maggie screams no!
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Hope yanks back tighter. Maggie screams even louder. Waters checks again. Again Maggie screams no!
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Hope keeps the hold applied tight and she throws her weight around, yanking and tugging and pulling... trying to break Maggie Lockheart in half! The referee checks on Lockheart again, this time she is unresponsive!
Shelby: Is that it? Is Lockheart out? Did she tap out?
Wright: No! I think she's passed out! This one is ove-
Just when it seems like Waters is ready to call for the bell, Lockheart reaches up and slides her head from underneath Hope Diamond's leg. Diamond's eyes widen as she realizes that the blood on Maggie's face and in her hair helped her slip out of the hold. Maggie uses a hip toss to send Hope Diamond over her shoulder with what little energy she has left. Diamond hits the mat but rolls through and ends up back on her feet. Magdalena shoves off of the canvas and comes sliding forward looking for the baseball slide calf kick known as the Meteorkick, but Diamond is able to jump in the air to avoid the blow. When Diamond lands, Maggie grabs her and this time gets her rolled up into the inside cradle that she was looking for earlier...
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Thr-NO!!! Hope breaks the cradle just before Waters hand hits the mat for the three!
Wright: By God, what a fight!
Shelby: And you were saying that this one was all over, weren't you?
Wright: Me? You were saying it too!
Shelby: Guilty. But I'll be damned if this isn't the reason why both of these lady athletes are in this position here tonight. I may just be starting to think that little Magdalena Lockheart may be the toughest you-know-what in the locker room right now.
Wright: Well if you're talking about her making fans and believers, you can just listen to this crowd here in Indy to know that you're not alone!
Hope rushes back to her feet and so too does Maggie. Hope again looking for that take-your-head-off lariat but this time the bloody Maggie knows to duck and not let herself become a victim of the hold. Lockheart is clearly woozy and nearly loses her balance on a series of calf kicks that knot up the legs of her opponent. Hope backing towards the corner, she gets a quick thumb to the eye of Lockheart to change momentum back into her favor. Standing switch sends Maggie back first into the corner, and Hope starts with a barrage of forearm shots to the side of the cheekbone that rock her opponent's head and neck, having them snap backwards. Hope takes the wrist of Lockheart and sends her hard into the far corner, Lockheart hits chest first on the turnbuckle pads. Lockheart staggering backwards out of the corner, Hope Diamond rushes in from behind and nails a front double-leg dropkick that sends Lockheart face first into the middle turnbuckle with authority.
Wright: But Diamond has turned it all on now, pulling out all of the stops. The killer instinct is in full force and every second that this match continues is pulling the odds further and further into Diamond's favor.
Shelby: Yeah, but can she put Lockheart away? That's the question that's in everyone's mind right now, Franklin.
Wright: If she does, she'll be the first to pin or possibly make Lockheart submit, ever, here in FSW.
Shelby: Are you serious?
Wright: As a heart attack, Dick.
Diamond grabs Lockheart by the back of her head and pulls her out and away from the corner. Diamond slips on the blood that's on the canvas and nearly falls which draws some laughter from the stands. Everyone on their feet and Hope Diamond is screaming out at the crowd to take a look at their hero before she finishes her off for good. Diamond starts to twist Maggie around to lock in the Catherine Wheel once again, but this time Lockheart is able to shove Diamond off at the last second before the octopus stretch gets fully applied.
Wright: Diamond looking for the Catherine Wheel again! But Lockheart is able to counter!
Shelby: The grip level inside of the ring is next to nothing! This may force Miss Fortune's hand into relying on that Deathstar!
Lockheart tries to capitalize on the counter but her energy level is zero. She throws a wild inside crescent kick that Hope Diamond is simply able to swat away... the Eclipsis Lunae fails miserably. Diamond ducks under and scoops up Maggie onto her shoulders once more into a firemans carry, but the crowd cheers Lockheart on as she flails her legs wildly and is able to slide down the back of Diamond. Lockheart drills Diamond with a kick to the back of her knee that takes her down a level. The crowd noise grows to a premium as Lockheart stumbles backwards against the ropes and comes forward looking for curb stomp... Lacrimosa! NO! Diamond is able to move her head out of the way at the last possible second! Lockheart gets a boot full of canvas and nearly falls over after sliding on her own blood. Diamond back up, she comes in with a toe kick on Lockheart, but Lockheart catches it. Diamond hopping on one foot... enzugiri! Kanabo Kick! NO! Lockheart ducks and Hope Diamond falls down stomach first onto the canvas! Lockheart leaps into the air, Lacrimosa!!!
Shelby: Diamond swats off the Eclipsis Lunae and goes for the Deathstar! Lockheart fighting, she slides through!
Wright: Lockheart with a kick to the back of the leg... no way! Is this her opening? Lacrimosaaaa- NO!
Shelby: Diamond moves! She's back up. Toe kick! Lockheart catches it. Kanabo Kick! NO!
Wright: Lockheart with the Lacrimosa!!! That's it! That's the opening that Lockheart needed!
The bloody Lockheart collapses down onto Hope Diamond. She pushes her over into a pool of blood for the cover-
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Shelby: Lockheart did it! She did it! She's victorious here tonight!
Wright: Oh my god Dick Shelby. What a damn match!
Shelby: I can't believe it.
Wright: Neither can I... but we better believe it!
Magdalena rolls over onto the canvas and she appears to be out. Hope Diamond sits up on her knees, and grabs her own hair in the shock of the moment. She is absolutely covered in Lockheart's blood.
Shelby: Hope can't believe it, and Maggie appears to be out cold!
Wright: That look on Hope's face says it all, but the replay shows the referee's hand hit the mat clearly for three before she was able to kick out.
Shelby: There's no doubt about it. Maggie Lockheart is the winner here tonight, but I don't know if you can look in that ring or at the blood here at ringside and still call her a winner.
Wright: We'll decide that at another time. Let's get some EMT's out here for Lockheart, and pronto.
Deneen McQueen: The winner of the match and receiving 3 Tournament Points – MAGDALENA LOCK-
Diamond pulls herself back to her feet and she's face to face with Referee Waters now, literally screaming at him and pleading her case but to no avail. Waters tells her that the ending is final and moves to walk away from Diamond to go check on Maggie when he is attacked from behind by Hope! Hope with a right hand to the back of the Senior Referee's head and he hits the bloody canvas in a heap. The crowd is in shock as Diamond immediately turns her attention back to Maggie, who is still down on the canvas. Hope slides down and mounts Maggie and begins raining forearms and fists down onto the forehead of Lockheart once more. The crowd boos loudly as Diamond lets out all of her frustrations on Lockheart, eventually pulling her limp body up and locking her once more in the Catherine Wheel.
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Shelby: Hope has completely lost it! She's attacked Senior Referee Jacob Waters and you know that that's not going to be looked favorably upon by FSW Staff. Oh god, she's going back to attack Maggie. Somebody stop this!
Wright: She's raining down fists on Lockheart, how much blood as Maggie lost? Oh no, not this! Not the Catherine Wheel again! Lockheart is helpless! Someone get out here! Trainers, EMTs, somebody! Hope Diamond is going to break Magdalena Lockheart in half right before our eyes!
Hope is wrenching in the hold like a woman possessed and Lockheart is like a rag doll inside the hold. Hope has both hands on Lockheart's left arm and she's getting ready to pull back and to possibly dislocate or even break the shoulder of Lockheart right here and right now. Trainers rush to the ring and try to slide in but Hope breaks the Catherine Wheel hold just to fight them off. With the trainers held at ringside, Hope yanks Maggie up and locks her into a quick Fujiwar Armbar. She's going to break Maggie's left arm when suddenly...
“Extraordinary” by Liz Phair blares over the Arena PA Speakers...
Shelby: I can't watch. She's going to snap her arm. Somebody do-
Wright: Dick, I know that music! It's-
Hope drops Lockheart and looks up towards the ramp with wide eyes as LEXIE GLASS comes charging down the ramp with a steel folding chair in hand! Immediately all of the boos in the Hinkle Fieldhouse turn to cheers as Glass slides right underneath of the bottom rope with the chair gripped firmly between both hands. Diamond charges at Glass and goes for a clothesline but Glass ducks the attempt at full speed. Glass bounces off of the ropes and comes back at Diamond charging looking to swing for the fences with the steel chair!
...but Hope ducks herself underneath the bottom rope and rolls right on out of the ring!
Wright: Lexie Glass is here to make the save for Lockheart!
Shelby: She's got a chair, too, Frankie! She's looking to take Miss Fortune's head off... she ducks... Oh god! Hope Diamond escapes just in the nick of time.
Wright: And you can listen to the boos from here in Indianapolis tonight as Hope Diamond backs her way up the ring ramp. They all want to see Lexie get a piece of Diamond, but unfortunately tonight it doesn't look like Hope Diamond is going to let that happen.
Shelby: Yeah, but if you think Hope is happy about this right now, just look at the look on her face. Quite frankly, Frank... I don't know how else to say this... she's pissed!
Wright: If she thinks she's pissed... she should wait to see what James Tyson has to say about this post-match assault on Lockheart and our Senior Referee!
Lexie stands guard at the edge of the ring with the steel folding chair in hand, and she points up towards Diamond who continues to back up the ramp. Diamond kicks and stomps at the metal grates beneath her feet as she realizes that Lexie got the best of her again tonight; meanwhile a team of trainers and EMTs bypass her on the ramp to make their way down to the ring. With Hope disappearing through the curtain, Lexie drops the chair and turns her attention towards Maggie, lifting Maggie up into a seated position inside the ring. Maggie is out cold and Lexie waves her arms at the EMTs to rush in and apply first aid.
Shelby: I'm being told by the network that that's all of the time we've got here tonight. Stay tuned for the updated tournament of power bracket following tonight's show.
Wright: For once, I'm not even concerned with the tournament of power right now, Dick. I'm not even sure that Magdalena Lockheart will even be able to continue after this.
Shelby: ...and we'll get an update on the medical condition of Magdalena Lockheart as soon as it becomes available. Goodnight everyone, we'll see you in two weeks in Tuscon!
Wright: You know that this is going to be far from over, then! Goodnight!
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Warren d. BEH & Roberts
MATCH 2 - Gully d. Bane
MATCH 3 - Otaki d. Lancer
MATCH 4 - Glass d. Cheyenne
MATCH 5 - Reid d. Angel
MATCH 6 - Kingston draw with Hartwell
MATCH 7 - Cassidy d. Larson
MAIN EVENT - Lockheart d. Diamond
MVP: Maggie Lockheart
ToP Final Standings
Xavier Reid - 9 Maggie Lockheart- 9
Criss Cassidy - 6 Hope Diamond - 6
James Larson - 3 Lexie Glass- 3
Matt Angel - 0 Cheyenne - 0
WRITERS/SEGMENTS : JT, Maggie, Rush, Kingston, Otaki, Reid, Bane, Cheyenne, Lancer, Nomad, Cassidy
Criss Cassidy - 6 Hope Diamond - 6
James Larson - 3 Lexie Glass- 3
Matt Angel - 0 Cheyenne - 0
WRITERS/SEGMENTS : JT, Maggie, Rush, Kingston, Otaki, Reid, Bane, Cheyenne, Lancer, Nomad, Cassidy
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