Post by PARAMOUNT on Oct 22, 2017 20:12:43 GMT -6
WARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
Commentators: Dick Shelby and Franklin Wright
Announcer: Deneen McQueen
Backstage interviewer: Destiny Fairchild
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WELCOME TO FUTURE STARS OF WRESTLING!!
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The camera pans around showing the excited crowd jumping for joy in anticipation for the beginning of the show.
Wright: Welcome to FSW 49! I'm Franklin Wright, and next to me is the ever popular, the dapper....Dick Shelby. Dick, the ToP takes a week off, but the tension between the 4 semi finalists is running high. Can they put it aside for one night and work together?
Shelby: I doubt it very seriously Frankie...this is gonna descend into utter chaos. There's no way they hold it together with what's at stake at 50. I can't see it.
Wright: We'll find out at the end of the night about that. We also have the champ in action, and with no Cheyenne in sight tonight, will Otaki be focused on her last minute replacement in Kristian Bane?
Shelby: Kristian Bane has been ohsoclose to breaking through this season. He's gotten good wins, but just hasn't been able to get that one win that will push him over the hump. Will he take advantage of a very distracted champion and get that game-changing win tonight? Let's find out!
Wright: But first, we have two new talents debuting tonight, with Hannibal Howell the 3rd taking on the well traveled Jack Nomad, who is backstage right now with Destiny Fairchild.
Two debuting men showed up to FSW 49 with intentions on making a mark early. Only one had the tools to get that done on this night, as the grizzled Jack Nomad took it to the young HH3 with ruthless aggression, hitting hard, early and often, inflicting pain with every blow. Nomad, even with the match in firm control, left no chance to inflict damage untaken, finally putting HH3 down with a Spine Jacker to get the impressive victory.
We cut to the backstage area, where Destiny Fairchild is standing next to the former FSW Champion, Jeremy Warren.
Destiny Fairchild: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Please welcome my guest at this time, Jeremy Warren. Jeremy, you personally requested this interview, saying there’s something you need to address. Why don’t you tell us what this pressing matter is?
Jeremy Warren: You know me Destiny… Unlike most of my fellow roster members, I don’t talk just for the sake of it. Whether it is on social media, an interview or even a promo in ring, I only talk when I have something relevant to say. Or when I get called out.
He takes a moment, pondering carefully which words to choose next.
Jeremy Warren: Two weeks ago in Indianapolis, we heard our FSW Champion Otaki say, and I quote, 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.
A light chuckle interrupts his speech.
Jeremy Warren: That was a nice way to rally up your Martyrs and make yourself look like the People’s Champion you clearly aim to be. Just, please, stop trying to paint me as the bad guy… It’s pathetic, and it’s not really working in all fairness. I never said you’re not a REAL champion, I never tried to diminish the amazing work you put in week in and week out, and, if part of the FSW fans believe that to validate your name as the best this company has to offer, because at the end of the day that’s what it all comes down to, you need to beat me in a title match…. Well, they are entitled to their opinion, don’t you think?
Destiny Fairchild: But, to be honest, in more than one occasion you refer to yourself as the FSW Champion.. It’s in your twitter bio too actually.
His lips curve in a sly smile.
Jeremy Warren: Of course I did1 Because that’s what I am actually.
The interviewer stares at him, slightly confused.
Jeremy Warren: How would you define a champion’s title reign Destiny?
Destiny Fairchild: Well, it’s the span of time that goes from the moment he wins the title until the day he loses it.
Nodding in approval, Jeremy takes the floor.
Jeremy Warren: Exactly my point. I won the FSW Championship back in February, successfully defended it a couple of times but, and there’s the catch, I never lost it. So tell me, why shouldn’t I be considered the rightful champion as well? I don’t expect the title to be handed back to me of course. But i think giving me a chance to take back what I never lost should be on top of mister Tyson’s to-do list.
Destiny Fairchild: Otaki said she never turns down a challenge, and if you have the desire to prove yourself, you only have to ask…
Jeremy Warren: I don’t really think I have to prove myself. And I refuse to help Otaki stroking her own ego by challenging her. I am starting to figure her out, to put two and two together. Why her fans are Martyrs, why she calls herself the Emo Princess, why she feels this need to make her actions everyone’s actions, to speak for all her fans. I want no part in that. So here’s what I’m going to do.
He looks straight in the camera.
Jeremy Warren: You want to shut me up? You want me to admit you’re better than me? Well, make me. If you really want to get rid of my ghost, if you really want to shut up all those doubters who keep saying I wonder if, without Jeremy’s injury, she would have become champ in first place, if you really want to polish your title reign from this taint.. Pay a visit to mister Tyson and convince him to book this match. Tonight, in two weeks at FSW #50, at the season finale in Melbourne, at Wrestlefest, or, even better, once I can have your full focus…. I don’t really mind. The ball is in your court now...champ.
And just like that, he walks away, leaving no room for further questions.
Angel and Larson took to each other quickly, playing the cat and mouse game, trying to reel each other in to making a mistake they could capitalize off of. Both men seemed to be evenly matched for most of the contest, and traded near falls on multiple occasions. To the end, the mistake made was minute, but not minute enough to be missed, as Larson dropped Angel with a Chain Breaker to get a hard earned win
The feed cuts to the backstage area where Magdalena Lockheart is seen walking through FSW General Manager James Tyson's office door. Tyson looks up from the opposite side of his desk and smiles when he sees Lockheart. The short yet dangerous femme is sporting a new gray hair color tonight to go with her new all-black ring attire. She seems ready to tag up with Criss Cassidy later on tonight to take on the other semi-finalists in the Tournament of Power.
James Tyson: Well if it isn't my other number one seed. What's happening Mags?
The camera catches a twinge in Magdalena's eyes as she quickly digests what Tyson just said to her.
Magdalena Lockheart: Oh, nothing much. It seems as if coming to see you in your office is starting to become a weekly thing between us.
James Tyson: It is, but there ain't nothing going on this time other than I need to know what kind of match you want in the semi-finals. It's your pick you know.
Tyson lays it all out on the line for Maggie, but Lockheart doesn't respond right away. She stands in front of Tyson's desk with her arms crossed over her chest.
James Tyson: So what's it going to be?
Lockheart carefully steps around the chairs in her new boots and comes to rest in one that's directly facing her boss. She places her elbows down on the top of the table and leans in forward, towards Tyson, giving him a good view of her low cut top.
Magdalena Lockheart: You know something? I've been really thinking about this for a while.
James Tyson: Yeah?
Magdalena Lockheart: I have. And to be fair and to be completely honest, I'm not really much of a decision maker when it comes to these things. After all, that's kind of your job.
Magdalena grins as she leans back in the chair. Tyson clearly doesn't understand the change that he's seeing in Lockheart right now.
Magdalena Lockheart: But since fair is fair and since I did earn the opportunity to pick a match of my choosing, I do want to pick something that's fair. I don't want a freebie, nor do I want an advantage. So I'm choosing right now that I want my match to simply be a no disqualification, falls count anywhere match.
James Tyson: Alright. If that's what you want Miss Lockheart. Then I'll make it-
Maggie throws her hand up.
Magdalena Lockheart: There is a catch, though.
Tyson leans back in his executive chair.
James Tyson: What's the catch?
Magdalena Lockheart: I want the match to start out in the parking lot.
Lockheart grins beneath the large bandage that she still wears on her forehead from her violent match with Hope Diamond two weeks ago. Tyson's eyes widen at the request.
James Tyson: Are you sure that that is what you want?
Magdalena Lockheart: Call me crazy all you want, but you've been the motivation for all of this. Go big or go home, right? Well after tonight, and especially after this tournament, you won't be able to fire me. I'm going to prove to the world that I belong here and that I'm not going anywhere... and I don't care how much of my own blood that I have to spill to doing it.
Tyson ponders the request for a moment, and then nods his head.
James Tyson: Hey, if this is what you really want, then who am I to say no?
Magdalena Lockheart: Alright. Now that's what I'm talking about.
James Tyson: On FSW Episode 50, you're going to get your match. It's going to be a no disqualification, falls count anywhere Parking Lot Brawl.
Magdalena nods her head happily. The EWCTV feed cuts back to ringside to Dick and Franklin.
Franklin Wright: Oh my goodness, what an announcement Dick!
Dick Shelby: That's what I like to hear. Go big or go home!
Franklin Wright: Magdalena Lockheart has just put herself in probably one of the most brutal situations that she has ever been in, and it's been at her request! This sounds more to me like she's trying to prove something here, which to me isn't the smartest thing to do.
Dick Shelby: I agree that Maggie is perhaps trying to prove how tough she is after that brutal match with the now released Hope Diamond, but isn't that what FSW is all about? But yes, Frankie, this seems more like a reaction than a response.
Franklin Wright: Well, it also depends on who she is facing in two weeks at Episode 50, but regardless of who it may be, one has to think that the advantage is not in Magdalena's favor.
Dick Shelby: But in a parking lot, literally anything can happen. And with no disqualifications, falls count anywhere, it's just hard to tell if anyone would have an advantage.
Franklin Wright: We can speculate on it more later, Dick. But right now we have our next match coming right up!
You could sense the disdain between Gully and Warren even if you were a blind man, and Tyler Roberts being in the middle couldn't stop this from happening. They went all over the ring, post to post, inside and out throwing blows, and still it seemed nothing was settled. Warren took advantage in the early going once the match settled down, then Roberts held a small advantage in the middle, but in the end, a timely distraction by A$hley Quid took Warren's attention long enough for Gully to wipe out Roberts with a Hidden Path to Shangri-La and win the match.
The camera cuts to the back where Destiny Fairchild is standing…
Destiny Fairchild: Last week James Tyson announced that Maggie Lockheart and Xavier Reid, being the highest point scorers in each block will get to pick the match stipulations for their respective Semi-Final matches at FSW #50. We just heard Maggie tell GM Tyson what her choice was, and here joining me now to make his official match stipulation is Xavier Reid…
The crowd inside the Tucson Convention Center has a mixed reaction as Xavier Reid walks into the shot with Destiny Fairchild…
Destiny Fairchild: Xavier, tonight all four Semi-Final participants meet inside the ring in a tag team match…
But Xavier reaches out and grabs the microphone away from Destiny which draws boos from the Arizona crowd...
Xavier Reid: I’m going to need you to shut up Destiny...I know your friend Maggie lets you feel like you really are apart of all this and because of that you walk around back here like you matter...like you are someone special but all you are is a pretty face and a nice ass that James Tyson and the FSW suits hope is eye candy enough so the people watching at home don’t flip the channel when your face fills their screen but I’m not going to risk then flipping away sweetie because I am ready to announce what my stipulation will be for my Semi-Finals match next week…
The camera zooms in on Xavier’s face…
Xavier Reid: I have made a point of being under the radar since I arrived here in the FSW...I kept my head down and plugged away here and haven’t caused any trouble...but that’s about to change...see for those that don’t know me I’m not one to stand in the background and just be one of the guys...I like to cause havoc and dismay...and I want to leave my mark...have people talking about what they saw me do...for better or for worse...and next week it will be for the worse. Violent...that is just one of the ways that people have described me and it’s time for the FSW to see that side of me...now I have out wrestled each and every one of my opponents since signing here in the FSW but what is the fun in doing that again...I have proven I can beat Criss Cassidy inside that ring and as for Lexie Glass...please...so when I heard that James Tyson was letting me pick the stipulation for my match the wheels started spinning...that place in my brain that enjoys hurting people came to life and the choice was obvious…
Xavier look straight into the camera and smiles…
Xavier Reid: FIRST BLOOD!!!!!
The Tucson crowd oohs loudly…
Xavier Reid: I am going to make my Semi-Final opponent bleed and not just a small little cut...no, I’m going to cover that ring in their blood...I’m going to have parents shield their children’s eyes from the murder scene inside that ring...I’m going to leave them a bloody mess and an example for everyone to see...so that everyone knows...just who and what they are dealing with when they step into that ring with Xavier Reid...so next week, at FSW #50...all you sick and twisted extreme, hardcore, bloodthirsty wrestling fans...tune in and watch as a sea of red runs through the FSW and to whoever the unlucky opponent is...prepare your loves ones for the carnage they will be seeing...get them ready to grasp the concept of seeing you in a crimson mask...and call the Red Cross and make sure they have your blood type supplied and ready for you…
The camera pulls back as Xavier flips the microphone back at Destiny as he walks away...
The Emo Princess, leader of the Martyrs and FSW champion....she had her hands full with a big, angry monster of man trying to prove a point. At first, Otaki tried to go with an updated version of her strategy against Bane the last time they met, stick and move, in and out, using everything to stay outside the power range of Bane, but he learned too...closing distance and cornering the champ, getting off in a way that Otaki hasn't had to take in a long while. Bane's frustration was showing itself in the punishment he was bringing to Otaki, and the princess was starting to wilt under Bane's high pressure, high impact gameplan. Dance with the devil indeed...and the devil that is Bane was leading with both fists. Just as Bane was setting up to go for the killshot, the lights go out...flicker, and come back on, and Bane is laid out, two steel chairs laid across his head and body as he's slumped over in the corner. Otaki is laid out by the ropes nearest to the ramp, but slowly stirring, when the following video appears on the screen.
20 seconds in...a redheaded Sarah slowly comes walking out, adorned in a tattered white dress and no shoes. Otaki is overwhelmed with relief seeing her daughter the first time in a long while.
Wright: Cheyenne isn't scheduled to be here, but that's... that's Otaki's daughter Sarah!!
Otaki pulls herself through the ropes, tears streaming down her face, but once her feet touch down outside the ring two small pasty white hands with dark green nails wrap around her feet from underneath the ring. Otaki is tripped and her face hits hard onto the thinly padded concrete floor as Cheyenne slides out from underneath the ring. The red headed woman picks up Otaki and Irish whips her into the ringside barricade.
Shelby: Looks like Cheyenne graced the champ with her appearance after all! Whats she doing now?
Cheyenne pulls apart the steel steps and drags the champ over to the turnbuckle post. The crazed red head places Otaki's arm around the post as Sarah stares on, almost in a catatonic state. Cheyenne then takes the steel steps and drives them down hard onto the champ's arm.
Wright: Oh my god! she may have damn well broke Otaki's arm! And right there in front of that poor innocent girl!
Cheyenne walks backwards laughing the whole way til she reaches Sarah, who takes the crazed red heads hand and slowly walks to the back as paramedics rush to ring side.
As this happens, the feed transitions backstage to an office, where we see James Tyson watching the show on a television. He nods, then turns to his left.
James Tyson: You know she's gonna be extra pissed now...you’re still sure you want this?
The camera pans out, and the crowd explodes as Ace King is shown sitting next to Tyson. He stares straight ahead for a few seconds, then turns his head to Tyson.
Ace King: With all due respect, I’ve never just wanted it. I’ve needed it.
A smirk crosses Tyson’s face as he sees the intensity on Ace’s face.
James Tyson: I don’t know all the history at play, but I do know it’s a match between EWC’s last two Rumble winners, and it’s in FSW territory. I hope you’re ready.
Ace calmly flicks an eyebrow in the FSW boss’s direction.
Ace King: Like I said, I need this for myself as much as anything else, so I’d have it no other way.
Ace and Tyson shake hands; Ace rises to his feet and makes his way out the door, only to poke his head back in a few seconds later.
Ace King: Oh, and one more thing. 50’s supposed to be golden, right? In addition to being the last two Rumble winners, I’ll be damned if I don’t make it a Champion vs. Champion match as well. Bet On It.
With that, Ace takes his leave once more, and Tyson can’t help but smirk as we head back to ringside for the next match.
Lancer and Ian Icon are starting to make a pretty good team, this time taking on the duo of Rush Hartwell and Stephen Kingston, whom battled each other last show to a no contest. Their disdain shows as they pass some hard tags between each other along with dirty looks. Meanwhile, Lancer and Icon manage to work like a near well oiled unit, isolating Kingston and using some teamwork maneuvers that are pretty well synced. Hartwell finally interjects himself in to the match and takes out Lancer, Icon...and then Kingston with 3 rapidfire Heaven Sent's....and walks out, only to come back and whack Kingston with another Heaven Sent, turning Kingston inside out, then walks out up the ramp, distugsted at Kingston. Meanwhile, Icon and Lancer shake it off, go to opposite corners, and crush Kingston with a dual legdrop combo, Icon makes the cover and gets the win.
Lancer and Ian run after Rush and Stephen, who are already in the back and at each others’ throats once more.
Lancer: Hey! You fought well out there, we all did. It was truly a great match.
Ian Icon: Not too shabby for a couple of amateurs, not too shabby at all.
Both men stop and look at their opponents.
Lancer: What? I’m being honorable.
Rush Hartwell: “Honorable.” Ha, you two are precious.
Ian Icon: Yours truly told ya it wasn’t worth it, Lancer.
Lancer shrugs.
Lancer: It doesn’t matter, it was still worth a shot.
Ian Icon: Was it though? These two men with their collective god complex wouldn’t care if we jerk their egos to completion, it still wouldn’t be good enough. I say we leave well enough alone. If they don’t wanna go pro, that’s their own damn faults. Hell, twenty dollars say that they break into some wimpy slap fight in a few minutes.
Lancer: Ian. This isn’t about jerking their egos. It’s about being respectful for a battle well fought.
Stephen scoffs at the remarks handed to him by Lancer and Ian Icon. His face even mildly writhes in disgust at their words.
Lancer: Or do you two think otherwise?
Ian Icon: Oh look, someone just got triggered.
Stephen Kingston: Will you two shut the hell up? I’ve got too much on my plate to deal with two men that are as mentally competent as handicapped preschoolers.
Lancer stares at Stephen; it’s hard to tell how he’s reacting to this insult due to his mask.
Lancer: Look...I know you’re insecure because of the fact that despite your bombastic personality you’re effectively a small fish in a big pond, trying to mask their inexperience with a huge ego...but that doesn’t mean you have to be a dick 24/7. Or maybe you were just born that way.
Ian Icon laughs.
Ian Icon: Overcompensating, maybe. Not like he has much else to work with.
Rush lets a chuckle escape his mouth. Stephen keeps his focus on Lancer and Ian Icon.
Stephen Kingston: You two troglodytes wouldn’t know what real talent is if it fell on your face and started wiggle!
Stephen then turns his attention from the duo he’d just faced in the ring and towards his partner, Rush Hartwell, pointing his finger directly in Rush’s face.
Stephen Kingston: As for you you Heaven’s Gate Jr., I fully expect your congregation to pay for the most luxurious spa treatment available.
Rush Hartwell: Get your finger out of my face, boy, or I will make you.
Stephen Kingston: It’s the least they could do for me after I carried their messiah’s dead weight across the finish line!
Rush Hartwell: Ha! Remarkable imagination! You can barely carry your own ego, child! What makes you think you have the manhood to carry a god like me?
Lancer leans over to Ian
Lancer: Looks like I might owe you 20 bucks.
He gets closer, face-to-face with Stephen. His voice drops to a whisper.
Rush Hartwell: Or did you forget, Mr. Kingston? You never beat me.
Lancer sighs in annoyance and gets in-between the two of them to try creating some distance between them.
Lancer: Goddammit, enough! Break it up! Match is over!
Ian helps Lancer in separating the two of them. Both Rush and Stephen huff angrily at the interruptions and after a tense silence, both head off in opposite directions.
Lancer: Jeez, solitary pricks like them will be in for a shock in the future…
He pauses.
Lancer: You ever think about the future, Ian?
Ian Icon: Constantly. What do ya mean?
Lancer: I know we’ve had our differences… but have you ever felt like the EWC just sort of worships the ground these veterans walk on? I’ve been thinking, and I know you’ve been thinking too, what if we could finally just… make our mark? Show the world what we’re worth. Make them realize we’re going to be the ones carrying this company. Not your AJ Johnsons or Morgan Darkwaters. It’ll be us.
Ian Icon: What do ya think Yours Truly has been sayin’ this whole time, Lancer? EWC has started to sputter and break down, and we’re standing at ground zero. Everything’s gotten stale, and everyone but us has settled with being complacent little asshats. FSW is due for a fresh coat of paint, if ya catch the drift.
Lancer: I don’t think you’re being entirely fair, man... FSW still has a hell of a lot of potential, and it just needs to be cultivated. I’m sure people will listen if--
Ian Icon: --someone makes them.
Lancer: Guess so. And I guess it falls on us to be the whistle-blowers around here. Like I said, it’s time for us to make our mark.
Rush Hartwell re-enters the picture sporting a smirk. He acknowledges them with a nod.
Rush Hartwell: Make our mark, you say? Color me intrigued, Lancer, Mr. Icon.
Though impossible to tell through the mask, Lancer’s attitude seems to brighten.
Lancer: Oh... really?
Rush Hartwell: Yes. Do go on.
Lancer: I’ve--
Ian Icon: --We’ve--
Lancer: --been planning this for a while now, and I think this is the time to--
Stephen re-enters the conversation as well.
Stephen Kingston: I don’t know if it was the mongoloid grunts you two were making that sounded like words or if you two just had flashes of Algernon brilliance, but I like the sound of what I’m hearing.
Rush glares at Stephen.
Rush Hartwell: You blind fool. This is not meant for you. This is intended for greatness.
Stephen Kingston: Why do you think I came back?
Rush looks to Ian and Lancer, who don’t know what to say in response. Rush’s face contorts in a silent fury.
Rush Hartwell: Right. Never mind, then. I have better things to do than to associate with whatever and whomever Mr. Kingston infects with his presence.
Ian and Lancer look at each other as Rush makes his leave known. Ian Icon scratches the back of his head.
Ian Icon: Whelp, I guess I’d be butthurt too if I was some failed wannabe.
Stephen Kingston: Forget him. He’s a fraud who doesn’t understand half of what he even says. Tell me what you mean, though, Lancer. What exactly are you thinking?
Camera focuses in on Lancer’s mask. He gives a small chuckle.
Lancer: Honestly? We’re just thinking about… the Future. But, let’s get outta here, first. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover, but we don’t want to deal with any prying ears.
Stephen Kingston: That’s fair. I know a place that would just be dying to have a flourish of brilliance and excellence like myself grace their establishment. Gentlemen - and I use that term loosely - ?
Lancer and Ian both look at each other for a few seconds before Ian motions towards the nearest exit.
Ian Icon: Lead the way, Stevie Boy.
Stephen simply nods at the two as they begin making their way towards the exit.
Fade to commercial.
The four semifinalists all stood around each other in a bit of a Mexican standoff, circling the ring, before finally settling on who will start the match, that being Xavier Reid and Criss Cassidy. Xavier took down Criss with a lil bit of chain wrestling, before ceding the ring to Lexie with a hard tag on her back. Lexie, not to be outdone, went after Cassidy, giving him what for as well, but Criss managed to turn the tables and get the advantage, and Maggie tags herself in. Lexie and Maggie have a mini clinic, showing how far both have come this season in their wrestling, but Xavier breaks all that up, and tags himself in again, HARD, leaving a huge hand print on Lexie's back. Xavier and Maggie stare at each other, then lock up, Xavier pushing hard toward the neutral corner, Maggie firing back with hands to the gut. Xavier takes a step back, and goes to tag Lexie, and SMACKS her across her face. Lexie is pissed, but holds her water and goesin to face Maggie again, while Xavier drops off to the floor to catch his breath. Maggie and Lexie kinda nod at each other, and link up again, going to another level, countering moves, taking each other down. Lexie gets the advantage and hits Maggie with a Glass cutter, but Criss comes in and break up the pin. Maggie rolls back to the corner and tags in Criss, and he shows off his arsenal, and they start to isolate Lexie, quick tags and working her over. Lexie manages to break free by hitting Criss with a desperation swinging neckbreaker, but as Lexie goes to make the tag to Xavier, he drops down and smacks her across the head. This enrages Maggie, who makes a beeline towards Xavier and lays into him. Meanwhile, Criss has recovered and pulled Lexie to set up for the Heaven's Gate, but Xavier tosses Maggie into the ring in Criss's path to Lexie, rolls in himself, and that gives Lexie enough time to get a second wind, and all four combatants start brawling in the ring, then to the floor, up the ramp, where all the security and backstage staff have to pile out to separate them as FSW 49 comes to a close, the lasting image of Lexie being held back from Xavier, who's just laughing, and Maggie staring a hole thru Criss...
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Nomad d. HH3
MATCH 2 - Larson d. Angel
MATCH 3 - Gully d. Warren & Roberts
MATCH 4 - No contest
MATCH 5 - Icon/Lancer d. Hartwell/Kingston
MAIN EVENT - No contest
MVP: Nomad
WRITERS : JT, Nomad, Reid, Lockheart, Cheyenne, Warren, Doomed, Rush, Kingston, Lancer
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
EPISODE #49
OCTOBER 22ND, 2017LIVE! from the Tuscon Convention Center - Tuscon, Arizona
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.
FUTURE STARS!
FUTURE STARS!
FUTURE STARS!
FUTURE STARS!
FUTURE STARS!
Wright: Welcome to FSW 49! I'm Franklin Wright, and next to me is the ever popular, the dapper....Dick Shelby. Dick, the ToP takes a week off, but the tension between the 4 semi finalists is running high. Can they put it aside for one night and work together?
Shelby: I doubt it very seriously Frankie...this is gonna descend into utter chaos. There's no way they hold it together with what's at stake at 50. I can't see it.
Wright: We'll find out at the end of the night about that. We also have the champ in action, and with no Cheyenne in sight tonight, will Otaki be focused on her last minute replacement in Kristian Bane?
Shelby: Kristian Bane has been ohsoclose to breaking through this season. He's gotten good wins, but just hasn't been able to get that one win that will push him over the hump. Will he take advantage of a very distracted champion and get that game-changing win tonight? Let's find out!
Wright: But first, we have two new talents debuting tonight, with Hannibal Howell the 3rd taking on the well traveled Jack Nomad, who is backstage right now with Destiny Fairchild.
Jack Nomad strolled in full ring gear down the hallway leading up to Gorilla Position, only to be stopped on his way to the ring by Destiny Fairchild. He regards the lovely woman with an appraising eye, the barbwire wrapped silver mop handle draped upon his shoulder.
Destiny: Destiny Child here with "The Duke of Violence" Jack Nomad. Now Mr. Nomad, what are your thoughts coming into your big debut here on the Future Stars of Wrestling, EWC's premier showcase of fresh and new talent?
He looked at her for a moment, head tilted to the left with strands of blond hair hanging in his face. A small smile crept upon his face as he began to toy with her hair, the interviewer clearly unnerved.
Jack: I'm sure everyone has commented on what a lovely piece of fuck meat you are....
A shocked expression crosses Destiny's face.
Destiny: Why I never!
Jack: ....I'm sure you have, many times. How else does a vapid bitch like you keep a job around here?
He grips the microphone, shoves her away while ripping it from her hands, and brings it to his lips all in one motion, the interviewer's complaints echoing down the hall with promises to go and see Mr. Tyson as she quickly walks away in a huff.
Jack: Everywhere I go, I often find my debut to be against some mute who is incapable of fathoming the concept of forming words and sentences with their lips. Each and every time, I've sent such individuals to the Emergency room as the prize for their "silent strength."
The Duke of Violence sneers with disgust as he looks directly into the camera.
Jack: It seems almost like tradition for me at this point. Howell, I have a question for you. Is it fear that has purchased your silence or a lack of imagination? Maybe you have so little respect that you felt as if I was unworthy of your attention?
He whips his hair back from his face with an snicker.
Jack: Each reason has it's own inherent weakness which will lead to your destruction tonight. You are either weak, stupid, or beyond arrogant as fuck. Maybe a combination of each, as high pride and low intelligence often go hand in hand. It doesn't matter, because H....H.... 3.... you will be reduced from a man with a name, to a broken lump of flesh with a label and that label is Victim.
With that, The Duke of Violence tosses the microphone over his shoulder and steps out of frame, heading straight to the ring.
Destiny: Destiny Child here with "The Duke of Violence" Jack Nomad. Now Mr. Nomad, what are your thoughts coming into your big debut here on the Future Stars of Wrestling, EWC's premier showcase of fresh and new talent?
He looked at her for a moment, head tilted to the left with strands of blond hair hanging in his face. A small smile crept upon his face as he began to toy with her hair, the interviewer clearly unnerved.
Jack: I'm sure everyone has commented on what a lovely piece of fuck meat you are....
A shocked expression crosses Destiny's face.
Destiny: Why I never!
Jack: ....I'm sure you have, many times. How else does a vapid bitch like you keep a job around here?
He grips the microphone, shoves her away while ripping it from her hands, and brings it to his lips all in one motion, the interviewer's complaints echoing down the hall with promises to go and see Mr. Tyson as she quickly walks away in a huff.
Jack: Everywhere I go, I often find my debut to be against some mute who is incapable of fathoming the concept of forming words and sentences with their lips. Each and every time, I've sent such individuals to the Emergency room as the prize for their "silent strength."
The Duke of Violence sneers with disgust as he looks directly into the camera.
Jack: It seems almost like tradition for me at this point. Howell, I have a question for you. Is it fear that has purchased your silence or a lack of imagination? Maybe you have so little respect that you felt as if I was unworthy of your attention?
He whips his hair back from his face with an snicker.
Jack: Each reason has it's own inherent weakness which will lead to your destruction tonight. You are either weak, stupid, or beyond arrogant as fuck. Maybe a combination of each, as high pride and low intelligence often go hand in hand. It doesn't matter, because H....H.... 3.... you will be reduced from a man with a name, to a broken lump of flesh with a label and that label is Victim.
With that, The Duke of Violence tosses the microphone over his shoulder and steps out of frame, heading straight to the ring.
OPENER
JACK NOMAD Vs HH3
Two debuting men showed up to FSW 49 with intentions on making a mark early. Only one had the tools to get that done on this night, as the grizzled Jack Nomad took it to the young HH3 with ruthless aggression, hitting hard, early and often, inflicting pain with every blow. Nomad, even with the match in firm control, left no chance to inflict damage untaken, finally putting HH3 down with a Spine Jacker to get the impressive victory.
We cut to the backstage area, where Destiny Fairchild is standing next to the former FSW Champion, Jeremy Warren.
Destiny Fairchild: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Please welcome my guest at this time, Jeremy Warren. Jeremy, you personally requested this interview, saying there’s something you need to address. Why don’t you tell us what this pressing matter is?
Jeremy Warren: You know me Destiny… Unlike most of my fellow roster members, I don’t talk just for the sake of it. Whether it is on social media, an interview or even a promo in ring, I only talk when I have something relevant to say. Or when I get called out.
He takes a moment, pondering carefully which words to choose next.
Jeremy Warren: Two weeks ago in Indianapolis, we heard our FSW Champion Otaki say, and I quote, 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.
A light chuckle interrupts his speech.
Jeremy Warren: That was a nice way to rally up your Martyrs and make yourself look like the People’s Champion you clearly aim to be. Just, please, stop trying to paint me as the bad guy… It’s pathetic, and it’s not really working in all fairness. I never said you’re not a REAL champion, I never tried to diminish the amazing work you put in week in and week out, and, if part of the FSW fans believe that to validate your name as the best this company has to offer, because at the end of the day that’s what it all comes down to, you need to beat me in a title match…. Well, they are entitled to their opinion, don’t you think?
Destiny Fairchild: But, to be honest, in more than one occasion you refer to yourself as the FSW Champion.. It’s in your twitter bio too actually.
His lips curve in a sly smile.
Jeremy Warren: Of course I did1 Because that’s what I am actually.
The interviewer stares at him, slightly confused.
Jeremy Warren: How would you define a champion’s title reign Destiny?
Destiny Fairchild: Well, it’s the span of time that goes from the moment he wins the title until the day he loses it.
Nodding in approval, Jeremy takes the floor.
Jeremy Warren: Exactly my point. I won the FSW Championship back in February, successfully defended it a couple of times but, and there’s the catch, I never lost it. So tell me, why shouldn’t I be considered the rightful champion as well? I don’t expect the title to be handed back to me of course. But i think giving me a chance to take back what I never lost should be on top of mister Tyson’s to-do list.
Destiny Fairchild: Otaki said she never turns down a challenge, and if you have the desire to prove yourself, you only have to ask…
Jeremy Warren: I don’t really think I have to prove myself. And I refuse to help Otaki stroking her own ego by challenging her. I am starting to figure her out, to put two and two together. Why her fans are Martyrs, why she calls herself the Emo Princess, why she feels this need to make her actions everyone’s actions, to speak for all her fans. I want no part in that. So here’s what I’m going to do.
He looks straight in the camera.
Jeremy Warren: You want to shut me up? You want me to admit you’re better than me? Well, make me. If you really want to get rid of my ghost, if you really want to shut up all those doubters who keep saying I wonder if, without Jeremy’s injury, she would have become champ in first place, if you really want to polish your title reign from this taint.. Pay a visit to mister Tyson and convince him to book this match. Tonight, in two weeks at FSW #50, at the season finale in Melbourne, at Wrestlefest, or, even better, once I can have your full focus…. I don’t really mind. The ball is in your court now...champ.
And just like that, he walks away, leaving no room for further questions.
MATCH 2
MATT ANGEL Vs JAMES LARSON
Angel and Larson took to each other quickly, playing the cat and mouse game, trying to reel each other in to making a mistake they could capitalize off of. Both men seemed to be evenly matched for most of the contest, and traded near falls on multiple occasions. To the end, the mistake made was minute, but not minute enough to be missed, as Larson dropped Angel with a Chain Breaker to get a hard earned win
The feed cuts to the backstage area where Magdalena Lockheart is seen walking through FSW General Manager James Tyson's office door. Tyson looks up from the opposite side of his desk and smiles when he sees Lockheart. The short yet dangerous femme is sporting a new gray hair color tonight to go with her new all-black ring attire. She seems ready to tag up with Criss Cassidy later on tonight to take on the other semi-finalists in the Tournament of Power.
James Tyson: Well if it isn't my other number one seed. What's happening Mags?
The camera catches a twinge in Magdalena's eyes as she quickly digests what Tyson just said to her.
Magdalena Lockheart: Oh, nothing much. It seems as if coming to see you in your office is starting to become a weekly thing between us.
James Tyson: It is, but there ain't nothing going on this time other than I need to know what kind of match you want in the semi-finals. It's your pick you know.
Tyson lays it all out on the line for Maggie, but Lockheart doesn't respond right away. She stands in front of Tyson's desk with her arms crossed over her chest.
James Tyson: So what's it going to be?
Lockheart carefully steps around the chairs in her new boots and comes to rest in one that's directly facing her boss. She places her elbows down on the top of the table and leans in forward, towards Tyson, giving him a good view of her low cut top.
Magdalena Lockheart: You know something? I've been really thinking about this for a while.
James Tyson: Yeah?
Magdalena Lockheart: I have. And to be fair and to be completely honest, I'm not really much of a decision maker when it comes to these things. After all, that's kind of your job.
Magdalena grins as she leans back in the chair. Tyson clearly doesn't understand the change that he's seeing in Lockheart right now.
Magdalena Lockheart: But since fair is fair and since I did earn the opportunity to pick a match of my choosing, I do want to pick something that's fair. I don't want a freebie, nor do I want an advantage. So I'm choosing right now that I want my match to simply be a no disqualification, falls count anywhere match.
James Tyson: Alright. If that's what you want Miss Lockheart. Then I'll make it-
Maggie throws her hand up.
Magdalena Lockheart: There is a catch, though.
Tyson leans back in his executive chair.
James Tyson: What's the catch?
Magdalena Lockheart: I want the match to start out in the parking lot.
Lockheart grins beneath the large bandage that she still wears on her forehead from her violent match with Hope Diamond two weeks ago. Tyson's eyes widen at the request.
James Tyson: Are you sure that that is what you want?
Magdalena Lockheart: Call me crazy all you want, but you've been the motivation for all of this. Go big or go home, right? Well after tonight, and especially after this tournament, you won't be able to fire me. I'm going to prove to the world that I belong here and that I'm not going anywhere... and I don't care how much of my own blood that I have to spill to doing it.
Tyson ponders the request for a moment, and then nods his head.
James Tyson: Hey, if this is what you really want, then who am I to say no?
Magdalena Lockheart: Alright. Now that's what I'm talking about.
James Tyson: On FSW Episode 50, you're going to get your match. It's going to be a no disqualification, falls count anywhere Parking Lot Brawl.
Magdalena nods her head happily. The EWCTV feed cuts back to ringside to Dick and Franklin.
Franklin Wright: Oh my goodness, what an announcement Dick!
Dick Shelby: That's what I like to hear. Go big or go home!
Franklin Wright: Magdalena Lockheart has just put herself in probably one of the most brutal situations that she has ever been in, and it's been at her request! This sounds more to me like she's trying to prove something here, which to me isn't the smartest thing to do.
Dick Shelby: I agree that Maggie is perhaps trying to prove how tough she is after that brutal match with the now released Hope Diamond, but isn't that what FSW is all about? But yes, Frankie, this seems more like a reaction than a response.
Franklin Wright: Well, it also depends on who she is facing in two weeks at Episode 50, but regardless of who it may be, one has to think that the advantage is not in Magdalena's favor.
Dick Shelby: But in a parking lot, literally anything can happen. And with no disqualifications, falls count anywhere, it's just hard to tell if anyone would have an advantage.
Franklin Wright: We can speculate on it more later, Dick. But right now we have our next match coming right up!
MATCH 3
HATCHET GULLY Vs TYLER ROBERTS Vs JEREMY WARREN
You could sense the disdain between Gully and Warren even if you were a blind man, and Tyler Roberts being in the middle couldn't stop this from happening. They went all over the ring, post to post, inside and out throwing blows, and still it seemed nothing was settled. Warren took advantage in the early going once the match settled down, then Roberts held a small advantage in the middle, but in the end, a timely distraction by A$hley Quid took Warren's attention long enough for Gully to wipe out Roberts with a Hidden Path to Shangri-La and win the match.
The camera cuts to the back where Destiny Fairchild is standing…
Destiny Fairchild: Last week James Tyson announced that Maggie Lockheart and Xavier Reid, being the highest point scorers in each block will get to pick the match stipulations for their respective Semi-Final matches at FSW #50. We just heard Maggie tell GM Tyson what her choice was, and here joining me now to make his official match stipulation is Xavier Reid…
The crowd inside the Tucson Convention Center has a mixed reaction as Xavier Reid walks into the shot with Destiny Fairchild…
Destiny Fairchild: Xavier, tonight all four Semi-Final participants meet inside the ring in a tag team match…
But Xavier reaches out and grabs the microphone away from Destiny which draws boos from the Arizona crowd...
Xavier Reid: I’m going to need you to shut up Destiny...I know your friend Maggie lets you feel like you really are apart of all this and because of that you walk around back here like you matter...like you are someone special but all you are is a pretty face and a nice ass that James Tyson and the FSW suits hope is eye candy enough so the people watching at home don’t flip the channel when your face fills their screen but I’m not going to risk then flipping away sweetie because I am ready to announce what my stipulation will be for my Semi-Finals match next week…
The camera zooms in on Xavier’s face…
Xavier Reid: I have made a point of being under the radar since I arrived here in the FSW...I kept my head down and plugged away here and haven’t caused any trouble...but that’s about to change...see for those that don’t know me I’m not one to stand in the background and just be one of the guys...I like to cause havoc and dismay...and I want to leave my mark...have people talking about what they saw me do...for better or for worse...and next week it will be for the worse. Violent...that is just one of the ways that people have described me and it’s time for the FSW to see that side of me...now I have out wrestled each and every one of my opponents since signing here in the FSW but what is the fun in doing that again...I have proven I can beat Criss Cassidy inside that ring and as for Lexie Glass...please...so when I heard that James Tyson was letting me pick the stipulation for my match the wheels started spinning...that place in my brain that enjoys hurting people came to life and the choice was obvious…
Xavier look straight into the camera and smiles…
Xavier Reid: FIRST BLOOD!!!!!
The Tucson crowd oohs loudly…
Xavier Reid: I am going to make my Semi-Final opponent bleed and not just a small little cut...no, I’m going to cover that ring in their blood...I’m going to have parents shield their children’s eyes from the murder scene inside that ring...I’m going to leave them a bloody mess and an example for everyone to see...so that everyone knows...just who and what they are dealing with when they step into that ring with Xavier Reid...so next week, at FSW #50...all you sick and twisted extreme, hardcore, bloodthirsty wrestling fans...tune in and watch as a sea of red runs through the FSW and to whoever the unlucky opponent is...prepare your loves ones for the carnage they will be seeing...get them ready to grasp the concept of seeing you in a crimson mask...and call the Red Cross and make sure they have your blood type supplied and ready for you…
The camera pulls back as Xavier flips the microphone back at Destiny as he walks away...
MATCH 4
OTAKI VS KRISTIAN BANE
The Emo Princess, leader of the Martyrs and FSW champion....she had her hands full with a big, angry monster of man trying to prove a point. At first, Otaki tried to go with an updated version of her strategy against Bane the last time they met, stick and move, in and out, using everything to stay outside the power range of Bane, but he learned too...closing distance and cornering the champ, getting off in a way that Otaki hasn't had to take in a long while. Bane's frustration was showing itself in the punishment he was bringing to Otaki, and the princess was starting to wilt under Bane's high pressure, high impact gameplan. Dance with the devil indeed...and the devil that is Bane was leading with both fists. Just as Bane was setting up to go for the killshot, the lights go out...flicker, and come back on, and Bane is laid out, two steel chairs laid across his head and body as he's slumped over in the corner. Otaki is laid out by the ropes nearest to the ramp, but slowly stirring, when the following video appears on the screen.
20 seconds in...a redheaded Sarah slowly comes walking out, adorned in a tattered white dress and no shoes. Otaki is overwhelmed with relief seeing her daughter the first time in a long while.
Wright: Cheyenne isn't scheduled to be here, but that's... that's Otaki's daughter Sarah!!
Otaki pulls herself through the ropes, tears streaming down her face, but once her feet touch down outside the ring two small pasty white hands with dark green nails wrap around her feet from underneath the ring. Otaki is tripped and her face hits hard onto the thinly padded concrete floor as Cheyenne slides out from underneath the ring. The red headed woman picks up Otaki and Irish whips her into the ringside barricade.
Shelby: Looks like Cheyenne graced the champ with her appearance after all! Whats she doing now?
Cheyenne pulls apart the steel steps and drags the champ over to the turnbuckle post. The crazed red head places Otaki's arm around the post as Sarah stares on, almost in a catatonic state. Cheyenne then takes the steel steps and drives them down hard onto the champ's arm.
Wright: Oh my god! she may have damn well broke Otaki's arm! And right there in front of that poor innocent girl!
Cheyenne walks backwards laughing the whole way til she reaches Sarah, who takes the crazed red heads hand and slowly walks to the back as paramedics rush to ring side.
As this happens, the feed transitions backstage to an office, where we see James Tyson watching the show on a television. He nods, then turns to his left.
James Tyson: You know she's gonna be extra pissed now...you’re still sure you want this?
The camera pans out, and the crowd explodes as Ace King is shown sitting next to Tyson. He stares straight ahead for a few seconds, then turns his head to Tyson.
Ace King: With all due respect, I’ve never just wanted it. I’ve needed it.
A smirk crosses Tyson’s face as he sees the intensity on Ace’s face.
James Tyson: I don’t know all the history at play, but I do know it’s a match between EWC’s last two Rumble winners, and it’s in FSW territory. I hope you’re ready.
Ace calmly flicks an eyebrow in the FSW boss’s direction.
Ace King: Like I said, I need this for myself as much as anything else, so I’d have it no other way.
Ace and Tyson shake hands; Ace rises to his feet and makes his way out the door, only to poke his head back in a few seconds later.
Ace King: Oh, and one more thing. 50’s supposed to be golden, right? In addition to being the last two Rumble winners, I’ll be damned if I don’t make it a Champion vs. Champion match as well. Bet On It.
With that, Ace takes his leave once more, and Tyson can’t help but smirk as we head back to ringside for the next match.
MATCH 5
LANCER/IAN ICON Vs STEPHEN KINGSTON/RUSH HARTWELL
Lancer and Ian Icon are starting to make a pretty good team, this time taking on the duo of Rush Hartwell and Stephen Kingston, whom battled each other last show to a no contest. Their disdain shows as they pass some hard tags between each other along with dirty looks. Meanwhile, Lancer and Icon manage to work like a near well oiled unit, isolating Kingston and using some teamwork maneuvers that are pretty well synced. Hartwell finally interjects himself in to the match and takes out Lancer, Icon...and then Kingston with 3 rapidfire Heaven Sent's....and walks out, only to come back and whack Kingston with another Heaven Sent, turning Kingston inside out, then walks out up the ramp, distugsted at Kingston. Meanwhile, Icon and Lancer shake it off, go to opposite corners, and crush Kingston with a dual legdrop combo, Icon makes the cover and gets the win.
Lancer and Ian run after Rush and Stephen, who are already in the back and at each others’ throats once more.
Lancer: Hey! You fought well out there, we all did. It was truly a great match.
Ian Icon: Not too shabby for a couple of amateurs, not too shabby at all.
Both men stop and look at their opponents.
Lancer: What? I’m being honorable.
Rush Hartwell: “Honorable.” Ha, you two are precious.
Ian Icon: Yours truly told ya it wasn’t worth it, Lancer.
Lancer shrugs.
Lancer: It doesn’t matter, it was still worth a shot.
Ian Icon: Was it though? These two men with their collective god complex wouldn’t care if we jerk their egos to completion, it still wouldn’t be good enough. I say we leave well enough alone. If they don’t wanna go pro, that’s their own damn faults. Hell, twenty dollars say that they break into some wimpy slap fight in a few minutes.
Lancer: Ian. This isn’t about jerking their egos. It’s about being respectful for a battle well fought.
Stephen scoffs at the remarks handed to him by Lancer and Ian Icon. His face even mildly writhes in disgust at their words.
Lancer: Or do you two think otherwise?
Ian Icon: Oh look, someone just got triggered.
Stephen Kingston: Will you two shut the hell up? I’ve got too much on my plate to deal with two men that are as mentally competent as handicapped preschoolers.
Lancer stares at Stephen; it’s hard to tell how he’s reacting to this insult due to his mask.
Lancer: Look...I know you’re insecure because of the fact that despite your bombastic personality you’re effectively a small fish in a big pond, trying to mask their inexperience with a huge ego...but that doesn’t mean you have to be a dick 24/7. Or maybe you were just born that way.
Ian Icon laughs.
Ian Icon: Overcompensating, maybe. Not like he has much else to work with.
Rush lets a chuckle escape his mouth. Stephen keeps his focus on Lancer and Ian Icon.
Stephen Kingston: You two troglodytes wouldn’t know what real talent is if it fell on your face and started wiggle!
Stephen then turns his attention from the duo he’d just faced in the ring and towards his partner, Rush Hartwell, pointing his finger directly in Rush’s face.
Stephen Kingston: As for you you Heaven’s Gate Jr., I fully expect your congregation to pay for the most luxurious spa treatment available.
Rush Hartwell: Get your finger out of my face, boy, or I will make you.
Stephen Kingston: It’s the least they could do for me after I carried their messiah’s dead weight across the finish line!
Rush Hartwell: Ha! Remarkable imagination! You can barely carry your own ego, child! What makes you think you have the manhood to carry a god like me?
Lancer leans over to Ian
Lancer: Looks like I might owe you 20 bucks.
He gets closer, face-to-face with Stephen. His voice drops to a whisper.
Rush Hartwell: Or did you forget, Mr. Kingston? You never beat me.
Lancer sighs in annoyance and gets in-between the two of them to try creating some distance between them.
Lancer: Goddammit, enough! Break it up! Match is over!
Ian helps Lancer in separating the two of them. Both Rush and Stephen huff angrily at the interruptions and after a tense silence, both head off in opposite directions.
Lancer: Jeez, solitary pricks like them will be in for a shock in the future…
He pauses.
Lancer: You ever think about the future, Ian?
Ian Icon: Constantly. What do ya mean?
Lancer: I know we’ve had our differences… but have you ever felt like the EWC just sort of worships the ground these veterans walk on? I’ve been thinking, and I know you’ve been thinking too, what if we could finally just… make our mark? Show the world what we’re worth. Make them realize we’re going to be the ones carrying this company. Not your AJ Johnsons or Morgan Darkwaters. It’ll be us.
Ian Icon: What do ya think Yours Truly has been sayin’ this whole time, Lancer? EWC has started to sputter and break down, and we’re standing at ground zero. Everything’s gotten stale, and everyone but us has settled with being complacent little asshats. FSW is due for a fresh coat of paint, if ya catch the drift.
Lancer: I don’t think you’re being entirely fair, man... FSW still has a hell of a lot of potential, and it just needs to be cultivated. I’m sure people will listen if--
Ian Icon: --someone makes them.
Lancer: Guess so. And I guess it falls on us to be the whistle-blowers around here. Like I said, it’s time for us to make our mark.
Rush Hartwell re-enters the picture sporting a smirk. He acknowledges them with a nod.
Rush Hartwell: Make our mark, you say? Color me intrigued, Lancer, Mr. Icon.
Though impossible to tell through the mask, Lancer’s attitude seems to brighten.
Lancer: Oh... really?
Rush Hartwell: Yes. Do go on.
Lancer: I’ve--
Ian Icon: --We’ve--
Lancer: --been planning this for a while now, and I think this is the time to--
Stephen re-enters the conversation as well.
Stephen Kingston: I don’t know if it was the mongoloid grunts you two were making that sounded like words or if you two just had flashes of Algernon brilliance, but I like the sound of what I’m hearing.
Rush glares at Stephen.
Rush Hartwell: You blind fool. This is not meant for you. This is intended for greatness.
Stephen Kingston: Why do you think I came back?
Rush looks to Ian and Lancer, who don’t know what to say in response. Rush’s face contorts in a silent fury.
Rush Hartwell: Right. Never mind, then. I have better things to do than to associate with whatever and whomever Mr. Kingston infects with his presence.
Ian and Lancer look at each other as Rush makes his leave known. Ian Icon scratches the back of his head.
Ian Icon: Whelp, I guess I’d be butthurt too if I was some failed wannabe.
Stephen Kingston: Forget him. He’s a fraud who doesn’t understand half of what he even says. Tell me what you mean, though, Lancer. What exactly are you thinking?
Camera focuses in on Lancer’s mask. He gives a small chuckle.
Lancer: Honestly? We’re just thinking about… the Future. But, let’s get outta here, first. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover, but we don’t want to deal with any prying ears.
Stephen Kingston: That’s fair. I know a place that would just be dying to have a flourish of brilliance and excellence like myself grace their establishment. Gentlemen - and I use that term loosely - ?
Lancer and Ian both look at each other for a few seconds before Ian motions towards the nearest exit.
Ian Icon: Lead the way, Stevie Boy.
Stephen simply nods at the two as they begin making their way towards the exit.
Fade to commercial.
MAGGIE LOCKHEART/CRISS CASSIDY Vs LEXIE GLASS/XAVIER REID
The four semifinalists all stood around each other in a bit of a Mexican standoff, circling the ring, before finally settling on who will start the match, that being Xavier Reid and Criss Cassidy. Xavier took down Criss with a lil bit of chain wrestling, before ceding the ring to Lexie with a hard tag on her back. Lexie, not to be outdone, went after Cassidy, giving him what for as well, but Criss managed to turn the tables and get the advantage, and Maggie tags herself in. Lexie and Maggie have a mini clinic, showing how far both have come this season in their wrestling, but Xavier breaks all that up, and tags himself in again, HARD, leaving a huge hand print on Lexie's back. Xavier and Maggie stare at each other, then lock up, Xavier pushing hard toward the neutral corner, Maggie firing back with hands to the gut. Xavier takes a step back, and goes to tag Lexie, and SMACKS her across her face. Lexie is pissed, but holds her water and goesin to face Maggie again, while Xavier drops off to the floor to catch his breath. Maggie and Lexie kinda nod at each other, and link up again, going to another level, countering moves, taking each other down. Lexie gets the advantage and hits Maggie with a Glass cutter, but Criss comes in and break up the pin. Maggie rolls back to the corner and tags in Criss, and he shows off his arsenal, and they start to isolate Lexie, quick tags and working her over. Lexie manages to break free by hitting Criss with a desperation swinging neckbreaker, but as Lexie goes to make the tag to Xavier, he drops down and smacks her across the head. This enrages Maggie, who makes a beeline towards Xavier and lays into him. Meanwhile, Criss has recovered and pulled Lexie to set up for the Heaven's Gate, but Xavier tosses Maggie into the ring in Criss's path to Lexie, rolls in himself, and that gives Lexie enough time to get a second wind, and all four combatants start brawling in the ring, then to the floor, up the ramp, where all the security and backstage staff have to pile out to separate them as FSW 49 comes to a close, the lasting image of Lexie being held back from Xavier, who's just laughing, and Maggie staring a hole thru Criss...
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Nomad d. HH3
MATCH 2 - Larson d. Angel
MATCH 3 - Gully d. Warren & Roberts
MATCH 4 - No contest
MATCH 5 - Icon/Lancer d. Hartwell/Kingston
MAIN EVENT - No contest
MVP: Nomad
WRITERS : JT, Nomad, Reid, Lockheart, Cheyenne, Warren, Doomed, Rush, Kingston, Lancer
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