Post by PARAMOUNT on Nov 26, 2017 22:48:56 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.
"Otaki or Robina"
"You're no Volando!"
"Lock my Heart Maggie"
Wright: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Future Stars! Tonight is the season TWO finale, and we are LIVE down under here in Melbourne! I'm Franklin Wright, and next to me is my tag partner on the mic, Dick Shelby. Dick, we've got the ToP finals between Reid and Maggie, a FSW title defense that the champ asked for against Cheyenne tonight, and the rumblings about something big happening tonight. What do you think...care to take a guess at who wins those big matches?
Shelby: I wouldn't dare. You have Otaki, the longest reigning champion in FSW history taking a huge risk before Wrestlefest, but with her little girl in the balance, I can't see her losing. THe ToP finale...man, that's gonna be too close to call. Maggie has been the betting favorite ever since StableWars, but I wouldn't count out Xavier Reid. He is a Volando, and that family has come up aces in some big matches over the years.
Wright: That is true. Speaking of Mr. Reid, let's go backstage where our roving reporter Destiny Fairchild is looking to speak to him.
The camera cuts backstage to where Xavier Reid is standing, he is wrapping his hands in preparation of tonight’s Tournament of Power Finals match against Maggie Lockheart.
Destiny Fairchild: Excuse me, Xavier…
Xavier looks at her for a second and then shakes his head…
Xavier Reid: What the fuck are you wearing?
Destiny looks down at her white dress and is a little taken aback…
Destiny Fairchild: What is wrong with it?
Xavier Reid: Are you going to prom after the show?
Destiny Fairchild: It’s the Season Finally of FSW...the final show of the year...it’s a big night for us and well...I dressed for the occasion…
Xavier Reid: You look ridiculous...you look like someone trying to be noticed...looking for their 15 mins of fame tonight...a night that should be about me...about Maggie...about the ToP…
Destiny Fairchild: I’m not sure how my dress is taking away from the ToP…
Xavier motions for the camera to focus on him...cutting Destiny out of the shot completely…
Xavier Reid: For the past 7 shows the FSW has been building towards tonight...the entire roster gunning to be in the final two spots that Maggie and I find ourselves in tonight...Maggie and Hope...they got in because they failed to beat Otaki at Night of Champions...for the rest of us it was Qualification Matches... Brown Eyed Huntress...Rush Hartwell...Hatchet Gully...Matthew Kurtis...Lancer...Ian Icon...Kristen Bane all tried and failed to be apart of the ToP...were forced to sit and watch as 8 of the FSW’s best fight it out week after week to rack up the most points in their block...Cheyenne and Matt Angel failed to score any points...failed to win a single match...James Larson fought a good fight but was unable to advance...Lexie Glass was in that same boat...until Hope ran off to have her Hollywood dreams...Lexie and Prime’s very own Criss Cassidy found themselves in the semi-finals but at our bidding...we named the matches we wanted and we came out on top...see from the start I knew it would be you and me Maggie...we separated ourselves from the rest of the FSW...from those in the ToP and those who failed even to get into the tournament...it was you and me...a class above the rest...but as I stand here tonight...the winner of my block...the winner of my semi-final I feel as if I am just an invite to YOUR party Maggie…
From off camera…
Destiny Fairchild: That’s because she’s a likeable person who would have told me how pretty my dress was and how amazing I look tonight…
Xavier smiles as he shakes his head…
Xavier Reid: Because she walks around the FSW trying to make everyone her friend...like the unprofessional Destiny Fairchild...how can she do her job when she is bff’s with someone in the finals...how can she be partial when she is openly rooting for one of the finalist...see Maggie is loved here in the FSW and I get it...look at her...she is the perfect girl next door...easy to root for...especially when she is facing off against me...because who am I to the FSW...I’m just a guy that walked in on night one and took my spot in the ToP in my debut match...I know some around here will say I didn’t earn my spot...that I hadn’t proven anything here...but it’s professional jealousy...they all want to be right where I am at...and I wonder what they will think after tonight...when I beat Maggie Lockheart and ruin her quest to face Otaki at WrestleFest...and I open up the 2018 year as the FSW Champion...people talk every chance they get about the raise of Maggie Lockheart...all because of ONE match...but dismiss the run I have made in the FSW since arriving here...they doubt me...tell me I have no shot tonight and I laugh...I laugh at knowing how badly it is going to hurt them to have to sit there and watch as Maggie’s dreams come crashing down on her...that rematch that everyone in the FSW has wanted for the past 5 months goes up in flames because Xavier Reid came to the Land Down Under and took that title shot away from her…
Destiny makes an audible noise off camera but the camera stays on Xavier Reid
Xavier Reid: Tonight I go out to that ring and win the FSW’s Tournament of Power...I become the first ever ToP Champion and I take one step closer to becoming the FSW Champion...I didn’t come here to watch someone else walk into WrestleFest and take on Otaki...I didn’t come here to be supporting cast member to someone else's feel good story...I didn’t come here for the Maggie Lockheart march to glory...tonight the feel good story of 2017 comes to a crashing end...and it will do so by the hands of Xavier Reid...and I’m sure Destiny will be their for Maggie with a shoulder to cry on…
Xavier walks out of the camera shot which slides back to Destiny who looks disgusted at what she’s heard from Xavier Reid
From the opening bell, Tyler found himself at a disadvantage against Blaze's lightning fast quickness. Blaze darted about the entire ring, utilizing his acrobatic style with springboard attacks, nimble dodges, and fast hit and run tactics that lead to a dominating display in the first ten minutes that even managed to knock Tyler out of the ring! Shortly afterwards, however, Tyler shut him down with an Oh Canada superkick to counter a Shooting Star Suicide Plancha.
From there, Tyler went into an all out assault on Blaze, retaking much of his lost ground in the match. He pressed and threw Blaze back into the ring and continued the domination on his smaller opponent, even locking him up in the Hand of God! Krimson struggled and fought, managing to get a foot on the rope and the hold was forced to be broken up.
Krimson slowly turned the match back to his favor, putting up a valiant comeback and leveling the playing field. After downing Tyler with a hard enziguri kick, Krimson would hit the Holy Shot, but only manage a two and a half count.
Tyler rallied and turned the tide shortly after the pin attempt by Krimson. After a series of hard shots and an irish whip, Tyler booted Krimson in the gut, straddled his head in a standing headscissor, whipped him up and over his head to catch him by the arms in a Crucifix hold. As he got a running start, Krimson slid off of Tyler's back and landed in a low crouch.
Tyler turned, got a boot in the gut and was dropped with THE MIGHTY DEATH POP! On impact, Krimson made the pin, got the 1-2-3 and was declared the winner at nineteen minutes and twenty two seconds!
Stephen is strutting about backstage like a proud peacock. His mouth is twisted into a smirk that is tainted with a bit of disdain. Stephen pays no heed to the other competitors, staff, and fans milling about while he continues on his predetermined course. This comes to an end as James Larson steps in front of his path.
James Larson: Stephen.
Stephen stops and faces James.
Stephen Kingston: Excuse you. Who gave you permission to stop me, and especially to speak to me?
Stephen lets out an annoyed sigh.
Stephen Kingston: Actually, nevermind. There is no excuse for you. Shouldn’t you be off being mediocre somewhere?
James Larson: I did not see your name on the card tonight. Why are you here?
Stephen Kingston: Well Officer Larson, I was unaware I needed to answer to you about where I make my appearances. Kick rocks.
Stephen shoves past James and goes back to his prideful strut.
James Larson: Okay, at least you’re yourself and not ill. Since that is the case, let me ask you something.
Stephen stops.
James Larson: Why did you do it?
Stephen turns around, his face expressionless.
James Larson: I know you and Hartwell have some sort of feud going on. I get that you both are egomaniacs, but because of you, the match was called off and there was no conclusive finish and winner, and that annoys me. If you really hate him, you should have waited until after the match. What you did does not just affect Rush, it affected me as well. Not to mention it was a very cowardly move.
With James’ every word, Stephen marches closer to James until he’s practically in James’ face.
Stephen Kingston: Maybe, just maybe, I don’t care about the outcome of some petty schoolyard knockabout. You’re a stain and you amount to precisely nothing.
James Larson: If I am a stain, and I beat Rush when you have not, then I ask what does that make you?
Stephen pays no mind to the insult.
Stephen Kingston: Are you deaf? You understand English, right? Let me make it clear for you, kid: I attend The Church of Not Your Business of the Latter Day Not Your Problem. Now move along, you’re tarnishing my shine.
Offscreen, a loud, commanding voice is heard.
Rush Hartwell: Ah, I thought I heard the whine of a weasel.
Kingston’s face scrunches in annoyance.
Stephen Kingston: And I thought I heard the grunts and huffs of a troglodyte. What’s your point?
Stephen and James both turn to the source of the voice; Rush Hartwell walks into frame.
Stephen Kingston: Jesus Christ. This is ridiculous. You idiots multiply like rabbits.
Rush ignores Stephen completely.
Rush Hartwell: Good evening, Mr. Larson. I hope you are well, that this… creature isn’t bothering you.
James Larson: I am doing well, and no he is not.
Rush Hartwell: Excellent. Good to hear.
Stephen mocks them.
Stephen Kingston: Wonderful, just wonderful.
Now both of them seem to pay no attention to an increasingly irate Stephen.
Rush Hartwell: I’ve kept my eye on you, as I said I would. Based on our last encounter, you’ve definitely improved; are you ready for your match tonight, James?
James Larson: I am as ready as possible. Though you have improved drastically as well.
He pauses for a moment.
James Larson: Speaking of our last encounter, your timing is impeccable. I was actually trying to get to the bottom of...
Stephen rolls his eyes.
Stephen Kingston: My God, it's like talking to Terri Schiavo in stereo. Move!
Rush finally turns his attention to Stephen.
Rush Hartwell: So we meet again, Mr. Kingston. How are things? I noticed you weren’t booked this week, and yet… here you are. I wonder why that is? Hoping to take advantage of a golden opportunity far beyond your station? Or perhaps you’re afraid of facing me again in the ring in honorable combat?
Stephen Kingston: I’m shaking in my eight hundred dollar alligator loafers. In case there were too many synapses misfiring for that to compute, that’s called sarcasm. Real talk: you’re about as frightening as that boy from the Make-A-Wish Foundation I open-hand slapped for his insubordination earlier.
Rush Hartwell: Tough talk, boy. Why don’t you try the same thing to someone your own size? Or is the concept of actually facing a god...
Stephen interrupts Rush by slapping him, hard. Rush is stunned both physically and emotionally; his pale cheek is a deep shade of red. Rush laughs, softly at first before it turns into a hearty laugh. His breath gets heavy as he inches closer until he’s nose-to-nose with Stephen. Rush looks like he’s going to slap him back or attack, but Stephen beats him to the punch, weeks of frustration coming out into his pummelling of Rush. Rush tries to defend himself, but cannot outlast the well-rested Stephen Kingston.
James Larson takes his signature chain and wraps Stephen’s neck with it, pulling him back from Rush. Rush takes advantage of this and smashes Stephen into the closest wall before returning the favor and mauling Stephen’s face. James joins in, wrapping his chain around his fist for increased punching power.
Out of nowhere, Bane comes in to spear Rush into the nearby table, smashing it with the momentum of their bodies. Merchandise flies everywhere as their bodies, bruised and broken, plop on the hard floor. Stephen takes advantage of the surprise to focus on retaliating against James, grabbing James’ chain and using it to whip choke James. Barely able to move, Rush coughs up dust and spittle. Bane snaps at him, annoyed and in pain.
Kristian Bane: You… you just won’t die… I’m going to make you suffer. You’ll wish you were dead…!
Bane picks himself up and drags Rush to his feet, clobbering him hard across the face to knock him back down. He tries to pick Rush up again, but adrenaline surges through him and he throws himself at Bane. Bane’s glare seems to glow red with anger. They take their fisticuffs over to James and Stephen. The fight between them has increased in intensity as James manages to get his chain back. Bane and Rush clashing into them leads to an all-out brawl between the four superstars.
As the four of them start fighting, a fifth person enters the fray. The girl with the light blue hair throws herself right between the four of them, stopping the fight dead in its tracks.
Maggie Lockheart: What in the hell are you four doing? Larson, drop the weapon... now!
After a few tense moments, James pockets the chain. The girl allows this, though she’s not at all happy about it.
Maggie Lockheart: This is exactly what they want. Don’t you guys see it? All of the in-fighting. All of the tearing each other down. Don’t you get it? This is FSW… it’s not PRIME, Brawl or Rampage. This is where careers are supposed to begin, where we’re all working towards the same freaking goal… okay? Do any of you really think that the path to the FSW Championship is in this little squabble? Do any of you think that you’re going to get called up to the main roster because you beat the crap out of each other backstage?
Magdalena looks around to the four men surrounding her, stopping at each one individually for just a moment; to make eye contact with four of the biggest, toughest, strongest, and smartest men in FSW history.
Maggie Lockheart: If any of you think that this is a fight worth having, then I suggest you speak up.
There’s a brief moment of silence, broken when Rush is the first to speak.
Rush Hartwell: Are you perhaps confused? This is no fight; my victory was assured long before you saved these cretins.
Maggie sighs in agitation. Kristian can barely stifle his laughter.
Kristian Bane: Ha! You don’t even know what real winning is, you or this hobo.
James Larson: My home is the street; the real question is if I’m a hobo, what are you?
Rush Hartwell: Why Mr. Larson! Is it not obvious? He’s a mutt, aren’t you Mr. Bane? Why are you even here, sir? To get your beating delivered to your door? Surely there is no love lost between you and this man?
He gestures to a kneeling, sneering Stephen.
Kristian Bane: Let me make one thing absolutely clear, Russ. Right now, I only care about one thing, and that’s ensuring you don’t walk ever again!
Rush looks offended at being addressed by the wrong name. Maggie gets increasingly irritated.
Maggie Lockheart: If you children don’t shut up…
They all stop their bickering instantly. Maggie gets down to check on Stephen.
Maggie Lockheart: Are you okay?
Stephen shrugs her off.
Stephen Kingston: Do I look like an invalid? Do I look like I need assistance?
Maggie Lockheart: No comment.
Stephen Kingston: Really? I thought so.
Maggie Lockheart: You were just hit in the face with a steel chain. Sorry for the concern.
Maggie glares at an expressionless Larson, then straightens herself and turns to the others.
Maggie Lockheart: I’m disappointed. Look at what we are… look at who we’ve become. All the bosses talk about is how they want us to step up to prove that we are the real future of this company. And do you know what? I don’t think that we’re just the future of this company. I think we could be the future of the entire wrestling industry… but not like this.
James Larson: That is a very optimistic and idealistic thing to say.
Kristian Bane: I’ll be happy to stop when I’m six feet under, or when he is.
He points to Rush, who beats his chest in response.
Rush Hartwell: You think you can take me, you infidel? You dare challenge God? To threaten Him?
Kristian Bane: You’re no god, you don’t even have the balls to be considered a man!
Maggie Lockheart: Quiet! Don’t you guys have a match tonight? Save all of the excess macho animosity for the ring! Go get ready for your match! And same goes for you too, Larson! Take your chain and get the hell outta here. If I see any of you out here fighting again you’re gonna have to fight me too. Got it?
After a moment of considering the situation, James silently turns to leave. He looks to Rush and nods to him before he takes off. Rush huffs and turns to Bane.
Rush Hartwell: After all this is done, you’re going to wish it was me who attacked you last show. That would be a kinder fate.
Bane laughs. Rush shudders in anger.
Kristian Bane: Is that right?
Rush Hartwell: It is. You will be revealed as the pitiful joke you are. Maybe then I will allow you the privilege of bowing before me.
Bane smirks.
Kristian Bane: Well Rush, seeing how terrible it must be to get attacked by such a bad joke...
Bane laughs. Rush walks away; Bane yells after him.
Kristian Bane: I’m hoping you’re right, my Lord! I’m hoping you’re able to make me kneel! Because it’s important to be idealistic, like Larson said! But realistically, as far as you mounting an offense….??
Bane walks prowls along out-of sight, laughing hysterically. Now only Stephen and Maggie remain. Maggie shakes her head in disbelief and sighs loudly.
Maggie Lockheart: I guess the big picture is a little bit too big for some people to grasp.
Maggie turns to Stephen.
Maggie Lockhart: You sure you’re okay?
Stephen Kingston: Let me check.
With a quick once-over, Stephen pats himself down and rolls his shoulders.
Stephen Kingston: Yup. I’m still a magnificent stallion that should be owned by a middle eastern sheik. I wish I could say the same for the doofus with the god complex and the mutt with the brass knuckles. They’ve officially put a target on their back as big as Rush’s overblown sense of self importance.
Maggie Lockheart: Hahaha, I’m sure if we find the right sheik we can have that arranged for you. But seriously mister stallion, you’ve got bigger and better things to worry about than them.
Stephen exhales deeply.
Stephen Kingston: I suppose you’re right. I’d be breaking sweat over two men that got this job through the equivalent of wrestling’s affirmative action.
Maggie Lockheart: Ahh right. So... do I even want to know what you think of me?
Stephen Kingston: I'm standing here with you after fighting Lenny and George and I'm not worried about my stock being brought down. Draw your own conclusions.
Maggie Lockheart: Fine. If you’re going then, make sure Bane doesn’t wander off too far...
Stephen smirks. He restarts his proud pace as though nothing had happened, but stops a few steps later. He looks back at Maggie.
Stephen Kingston: What you said about the future of this company; there is a lot of space being occupied by knuckle-dragging naysayers and pretenders that want to ensure success through bottom-feeding and brown-boxers. You know they don't want the true talent to take this leaky dinghy of a show to the top so they can just slide by…
Stephen pauses as if he expects an answer to his unfinished question.
Stephen Kingston: Right?
Maggie contemplates for a moment, but it’s obvious she thought about this before.
Maggie Lockheart: Isn’t that the brilliance of it, Mister Kingston? The future doesn’t really wait for anyone… and it doesn’t care who believes in it. Surely you of all people can understand how great it is to hold the power to make people see things your way.
With one last satisfied smirk, Stephen resumes his journey. The camera turns back to Maggie and she watches Kingston leave. A grin forms on her lips. Cut to commercial.
Gully and Larson circle each other before locking up. Gully gets the advantage with a series of hard right hands, backing Larson into the corner with the Pennsyltucky Chuck. Instead of going for the quick pin, he repeatedly drives his foot into the gut of Larson. He goes to the corner, climbs to the top turnbuckle, attempts Ninja Splash, but Larson gets his knees up at last second. Larson wastes no time locking in the Muta Lock. It looks like Gully is about to tap, but Ashley Quidd distracts the ref, giving Gully the chance to hit Larson with an eye poke.The ref turns his attention back and both are on their feet. Gully goes for a hard right but Larson blocks it and connects with Death Drop. He goes for the cover, but Gully kicks out before the 3.
Again Quidd is on the apron distracting the ref. Larson gets up and heads in her direction. This gives Gully the chance to get to his feet. He tries to sneak up on Larson, but Larson turns with enough time to connect with The Chain Breaker. He makes the cover and the ref makes the 3 count.
The people inside the Rod Laver Arena immediately cheers at the sight of Otaki’s face upon the titantron. But why is there nothing in the background but whiteness? And why isn’t the currently FSW Champion somewhere backstage instead of coming out to the ring?
Otaki: What a wonderful finale we at FSW have for all of you wonderful people, who have been wonderful in the simply wonderful support you have given all of us since the start of the year.
The Englishwoman starts and smiles at the sound of cheers that the people in attendance tonight has made in response before continuing.
Otaki: And what a way to end FSW’s Finale with the most awaited contest between Maggie Lockheart and Xavier Reid. The girl who wants to prove to James Tyson that she is worth having here, which I think is stupid since she already convinced me of her worth the moment she pinned me in her debut. And the man who has so much bad blood in such a quick fashion that it is very surprising that he hasn’t drowned yet…but I will admit to being very impressed by what he has managed to do in a relatively short time. Oh let’s not forget the big bad Nostalgia facing off against Jeremy Warren, a guy who still hasn’t decided when he wants his Championship rematch. What? I ain’t going to stroke his ego by choosing a time and place. If he wants his match as badly as he tries to make everyone believe then he can decide when…
The milky skinned woman giggles softly before her facial expression crashes down to something a lot more serious.
Otaki: But the real reason I am talking right now is because tonight is the night I finally get my hands on THAT BITCH Cheyenne and save my poor Sarah from her vile, her venom and her manipulation. Heh…vile and venom…while amusing words. Those words use to be all people use to describe me years ago. However I wanted to be a better person, a better mother and a better human being…so I turned my back upon that past. I tried playing the good little girl that I want my darling daughter to grow up being. But something about that annoyed you Cheyenne, didn’t it? Was it because your own parents don’t love you? Was it because you had no friends other than the bugs you’ve been snacking on? Or could it be because-
The FSW Champion suddenly shakes herself in a rather violent manner before shaking her head slowly.
Otaki: Nonono…you’ve had months…to say sorry…to return my daughter…and to explain yourself. People love throwing around the line ‘place of no return’ but those very words perfectly describe the shit you’ve thrown yourself into Cheyenne. No more trying to think about reasons. No more trying to think about winning or losing. No more trying to think about being FSW Champion. For tonight is the night I return to THE BITCH I was. Tonight’s the night I DEMONISE MYSELF. And tonight’s the night I THROW AWAY the goodness that I HAVE LEFT in MY HEART to not only save my Sarah…
The screen starts to go a little fussy.
Otaki: But also the night I make you EXTINCT Cheyenne with all vile and venom that has never left my veins…
With those chilling sounding words the titantron freezes on the following image:
Before suddenly snapping out into loudly violent static…however it was in this static that words start fading on and off the big screen…
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After the bell rings, the match starts with Matt Angel and Lexie Glass meeting in the center of the ring and shaking hands. They circle each other and lock up. Lexie Glass gets the temporary advantage with a Side Headlock. Angel uses his agility to run, jump on the ropes, and flip out of the hold. As Glass turns Angel turns, clasps his arms around Glass and tosses her hard to the mat with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. He goes for a quick pin to no avail. Glass and Angel are back on their feet. Angel goes a Dropkick but Glass sidesteps the attempt. As Angel is getting to his feet Glass grabs sets him up for drives him to the mat with a Swinging Neckbreaker. She goes for the pin, but Angel kicks out at the 2 count.
Angel gets to his feet, Glass is waiting, as Angel turns, Glass goes for Shattered Glass but Angel pushes her off. He quickly connects with a Springboard Moonsault. He goes for the pin but Glass gets her shoulder up at last second. Angel wastes no time heading to corner. He sets and leaps, goes for a 450 Splash but Glass gets her knees up at last second. She rests for a few moments before getting to her feet. She grabs the Ankle of Angel and puts him in an Ankle Lock. He writhes in pain for a bit, eventually he gets even momentum to spin on his back, giving him the chance to deliver a kick hard enough to force Glass to release the hold. Glass charges for a Clothesline as soon as Angel gets to his feet, but Angel manages to counter duck, and counter by transitioning into The Fallen. He goes for the cover and the ref makes the 3 count.
Johnny Knives starts this match off with a Thesz Press followed by a series of vicious hard right hands. Knives gets to his feet, waits for Lancer to get to his knees, Knives charges and goes for a Low Dropkick but Lancer manages to push himself backwards, avoiding the strike. As Knives is getting to his feet, Lancer sets him up, and tosses him through the ropes and outside the ring with an Alley Oop Facebuster. Lancer slides out the ring, following Knives. As Knives gets to his feet Lancer goes a Superkick, but Knives sidesteps it and follows up with a Jumping Knee Strike. The ref’s count is at 2. Knives drags Lancer to his feet, sets Lancer up for a Flatliner, but Lancer breaks his grasp with a few Elbows to the head. Lancer goes for an Alabama Slam, but Knives manages to grab the Ringpost, forcing Lancer to abandon the move, Knives is lucky enough to catch his balance and land on his feet. The ref’s count is at 6. Lancer turns to head inside the ring, but Knives catches him with a Clothesline. Knives hops on the apron to enter the ring, but Lancer grabs his foot. Knives uses his other foot to kick Lancer to try to break his grasp as the ref’s count gets to 8, but to no avail as Lancer yanks his lef, and Knives connects Face first into the apron, then falls back into Lancer. Lancer tries to get to his feet and in the ring, but does not make it in time as the ref makes it to the DOUBLE COUNT-OUT
Before the bell rings, as soon as Criss Cassidy enters the ring, Nomad catches him from behind with a Diving Roundhouse House Kick. Nomad begins to stomp Cassidy mercilessly until the ref breaks it up. The bell rings as Nomad threatens the ref. Nomad heads back to stomp on Cassidy some more, but Cassidy has gathered himself and delivers a kick to the gut, temporarily halting the attack. Cassidy pulls himself up by the ropes then charges and connects with a Running Front Uppercut, knocking Nomad to the mat. Cassidy grabs Nomad, brings him to his feet, then sends him into the corner with an Irish Whip. Cassidy charges, he leaps, attempting Heaven’s Gate, but Nomad bounces off the bottom rope giving him enough height to counter with a Snap Powerslam. He goes for the cover but Cassidy kicks out at the 2 count. After a Knuckle punch into the eye socket, Nomad grabs Cassidy by the head, drags him to his knees, and sets him up a Jacknife Powerbomb, but Cassidy manages to counter with a DragonScrew Leg Whip. Nomad’s rage enables him to get to his feet at the same time as Cassidy, but Cassidy sends him hard to mat by connecting with The Holy Grail. He goes for the cover. But Nomad manages to kick out at the last second.
Cassidy quickly heads to the corner and sets up on the Top Turnbuckle. He goes for The Christening, but Nomad rolls out of the way, Cassidy crashes into the mat. Nomad takes a few seconds to get to his feet. He grabs Cassidy, drags him to his feet. He puts Cassidy in a Twitsing Wrist Lock, then finishes his Something Fancy maneuver. Nomad wastes no time connecting with The Spine Jacker. He goes for the cover and the ref makes the 3 count.
The match started with a tense staredown between Warren and Nostalgia, the two circling each other in the worker's walk. Nostalgia went for a collar elbow tie up, but Warren knew better, dodging him while delivering quick strikes and targeting the big man's legs with swift kicks to the side of the knee and back of the calf. He began to mix it up with a few springboard attacks; A shoulder block, a back elbow, and even a springboard European uppercut. However, the attacks seemed to phase the 6' 7" monster very little and one ill timed move saw Warren rocked off his feet with a fast Clothesline.
From there it became Nostalgia's game as he brutally decimated Warren with punishing blows, knee shots, and THE CLOSURE muscle buster. Nostalgia made the pin, but Warren's will to win prevailed as he threw a shoulder up at the count of two! Nostalgia turned while he gathered Warren up and whipped him into a corner. He went for a running splash but Warren rolled underneath the leaping big man, letting him eat a chest full of turnbuckle.
As Nostalgia staggered back from the turnbuckle, clutching at his chest, Warren hit THE GEAR UP! Superkick and quickled followed it up with the 3rd Alarm, but found the tall frame of Nostalgia hard to lift and it gave his opponent enough time to rally. Nostalgia frees himself and hits him with a knee lift followed by a PUNCHLINE clothesline from Hell!
Warren down and out, Nostalgia signaled for the end....He gathered Warren up, lifted him up onto his shoulders and brought him crashing down to the mat with THE PAVLOV'S BELL! On impact, he hooked the leg, got the three count and the victory at 15 minutes and 12 seconds.
As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the match, the former champion Jeremy Warren extended his hand toward the opponent. Not even doubting his honest intentions, Nostalgia grabbed it firmly and shaked it, showing once more the sportsmanship that played out through all the contest. They congratulated each other for the match, receiving a heartfelt round of applause from the Melbourne fans. Nostalgia nodded one last time before letting his hand go and rolling out of the ring. Jeremy instead asked for a microphone.
JEREMY WARREN: Quite a match we put on, don't you agree?
The fans obviously roared in agreement.
JEREMY WARREN: Let's hear it again for Nostalgia, let's make him feel some FSW love!!!"
Driven by Warren's words, they erupted in a chant for the MNB superstar. He stopped on the entrance stage, thanking once again the crowd before leaving behind the curtain. Jeremy took a look around the sold out Rod Laver Arena, waiting for the cheers to fade down before bringing once again the microphone to his lips.
JEREMY WARREN: In the past few weeks... Well months actually... Since I came back from the injury, I never felt like myself. First I was blinded by the desire to get my revenge on Hatchet Gully, and I failed. I tried to focus on chasing Otaki's title, but admittedly, I have no claims on it. Not anymore. StableWars was my shot at redemption, I had the chance to carry my team and my brand on my shoulders and lead it to victory, but I ended up burning fast, like a falling star.
He chuckled, smiling bitterly.
JEREMY WARREN: Sounds like the story of my life, right?
A "You Still Got It" chant blasting sponataneously seemed to be cheering him up.
JEREMY WARREN: Yeah I know... But thanks for the support folks. I still got it, and I can't wait to prove it in January, after the break...
Everyone in the Arena started buzzing in anticipation for what they believed it was going to be a major announcement from the former FSW Champion, possibly him challenging Otaki, or whoever will walk out of Wrestlefest as the champion, for the title he never lost. And he wasn't going to let them down, announcing indeed something huge, just not what they were expecting. Or thinking they could ever hear.
JEREMY WARREN: On Friday Night Rampage.
A heavy silence fell on the Arena following these last four words. The camera panned on the crowd, focusing on the dumbfounded and shocked faces of some of the fans. Inside the ring Jeremy showed how much of a tough decision this was for him, keeping his head low, struggling to find the words.
JEREMY WARREN: It's been one hell of a ride, I have no regrets and I have no second thoughts. I've been thinking about this a lot recently, I knew that what I needed was a change of scenario, somewhere where I am not "the former champion who never lost the title", but a place where I could start from the ground and work my way up week after week. Believe me, it's with an heavy heart that I took this decision. It's never easy to leave your home, and that's what this place became to me. Professionally, I was born here, I moved my first steps, I graduated... But just like in a man's life, it comes a time when he has to move on to the next chapter of his life. And that moment, whether we like it or not, was a couple of months ago.
I tried to make this work, I literally hung on onto everything, refusing to accept what, deep down, I already realized. FSW was not my home anymore.
He paused for a long moment, shaking his head struggling with his emotions. And thousands of people chanting his name weren't helping him.
JEREMY WARREN: What you just witnessed, was Jeremy Warren's last match in FSW. I hope you enjoyed it, and I apologize for every time I let you down. It's been a true honor performing for you. A huge thank you goes to mister Tyson for giving me this opportunity, to all the staff and crew members. To all the people in the back, I'm sure our paths will cross again. Until then, keep up the great work you're all doing
He looked at the fans one last time, beating his chest, right were the heart his. With one last tibute, all the fans stood on their feet claping her hands and chanting "Thank You Warren" on top of their lungs.
JEREMY WARREN: No.. Thank you...
The words died in his throat. Emotions overwhelmed him, leaving him no chance but to roll out of the ring and walk up the ramp. Standing on the entrance stage, he took a bow, saying his farewell to FSW and its fans.
Wright: Well everyone, it is now time for the moment that a lot of us have been waiting for. We’re finally going to see the long-anticipated face-off between Cheyenne and the FSW Champion Otaki, and it will be with the FSW Championship on the line.
Shelby: I’m going to have to agree with you there, Frankie. For months now we’ve witnessed the FSW Champion being manipulated in ways that no one has ever seen before.
Wright: If you mean that she manipulated Otaki right into giving her daughter’s kidnapper an FSW Championship title match, then yeah, sure.
Shelby: Kidnapper? That’s a little-bit harsh of an accusation, wouldn’t you say?
Wright: No actually I think that it’s pretty spot on Dick.
Shelby: Aww come on now Frankie, you know how this business is.
Wright: Excuse me?
Shelby: That’s how prestigious the FSW Championship has become since Otaki has held it for nearly 200 days now. But hey, little Sarah is alright, she has a new home now and if you ask me a much better guardian than the one that she had before…
Wright: You have got to be kidding me!
Shelby: Nope. The grand puppeteer is not only excellent at mind games, but she’ll be a great mother as well.
Wright: You had better hope that Otaki doesn’t catch wind of the crap that you’re spreading out here Shelb, or you just may be the next one to end up in a casket.
Shelby: Ahh I see. Still staying as impartial as ever, aren’t we Franklin?
Wright: Haha. Hearing you, Dick Shelby, imply that I’m being biased in my job has just made my night.
Shelby: Whatever you say, Frankie. Let’s take it down to Deneen at ringside.
McQueen: The following contest is scheduled as an insect filled casket match and it is for the FSW Championship!
The above video plays. Then a red headed woman in a figure shrouding tattered black and moss colored floor length Overcoat slowly appears threw the curtain spastic shaking her head back and forth. In her hand she holds a black leather bag that appears to be alive.
McQueen: Introducing first, the challenger. From Chicago, Illinois. She stands at 5 foot 6 and weighs in at 120 pounds… Cheyenne!
The lights flicker off and on to the beat giving the appearance that the woman is blinking in and out towards the ring. Upon reaching the the squared circle, she puts the bag into her mouth then pulls herself up onto the apron then back bends over the top rope flipping into the ring. Holding the bag high above her head she drops the coat revealing underneath a tightly fitted dark green and black top and tight green pants with knee high black boots.
Wright: You can see the casket already sitting at ringside, and from what I’m told, it was filled with all kinds of insects, all supplied by Cheyenne herself.
Shelby: I think it’s pretty safe to say that this gives Otaki a little bit extra motivation not to lose this match here tonight. You know, besides the whole losing her championship deal.
Wright: I don’t think anyone needs to worry about Otaki’s motivations. I think Cheyenne has motivated her enough.
McQueen: And her opponent...
They say we wanted attention
Those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela immediately caused an incredibly loud, and mostly positive, response from the tonight's audience as the purple-haired lady came through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders. The crowd instantly knew that she was Robina Hood and began to become even louder with their cheers.
McQueen: From Sherwood Forest. She stands at 5 foot 6 and weighs in at 148 pounds. She is the FSW Champion… Robina Hood!
Shelby: What?
The forest-dweller throws her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This caused the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the stage floor, revealing her military-styled red dress - with a translucent portion in the front of the skirt - to the cameras, with the FSW Championship securely wrapped around her waist, and generated a lot of wolf whistles from the men and lesbians in attendance, before confidently beginning to walk down the ramp, keeping her distance from the people in attendance while doing so. She didn't waste much time in getting to ringside, up the ring steps and onto the ring apron.
Wright: If you would have been paying attention, you would know by now that this is Otaki’s dangerous alter-ego, Robina Hood!
But instead of immediately entering the ring Miss Hood partly sat down on the middle rope and glanced towards the crowd, giving him a happy looking smile before finally entering the ring. Shortly after entering the ring Robina unfastens the FSW Championship from around her waist, spins around at 270 degrees and punches the air with the Title at the moment “watch me ignite” escaped the P.A. System, electing an even louder response from the people in attendance tonight.
Shelby: Whatever. You can call her whatever you want to call her but she is still Otaki to me.
Wright: Hey man, after all she’s been through over the past few months. I think Otaki has just snapped. This is not going to be good for Cheyenne, no way no how.
Shelby: Are you kidding? This is exactly what Cheyenne wanted. She’s firmly in the head of the soon-to-be-ex champion.
Wright: Now who’s being a bit biased?
Shelby: Oh just shut up and call the damn match already.
Wright: Oooh, harsh words man. Sounds like somebody’s a bit upset.
The match starts with Senior Referee Jacob Waters standing by the casket that is on the outside of the ring. Inside the ring Cheyenne and Robina Hood square off and Hood takes the fury to her right out of the starting gates. Cheyenne tries to get out of the way but Hood keeps pulling her back in with a series of strikes. Hood captures Cheyenne in the corner and hits her with the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms. Cheyenne in a lot of pain ducks out of the ring for a breather.
Wright: Cheyenne’s chest has to be hurting after those 64 strikes!
Shelby: This is such cheating! Why didn’t Waters get in there and stop Hoodtaki after a five-count? Cheyenne was in the ropes the entire time!
Wright: It’s a casket match, there are no rules.
Shelby: Waters is letting this match go on purpose because he thinks Cheyenne somehow deserves this treatment. Waters is making me sick!
Wright: No offense intended Dick, but uhh, Cheyenne kidnapped Sarah Treamon and she deserves to get her ass kicked here tonight.
Hood follows Chey outside of the ring where a cheap shot turns the tides in Chey’s favor. Chey slams Hood into the steel steps and gains some traction in the momentum game. Cheyenne tries to slam Hood into the announce table but Hood blocks it and slams Cheyenne’s face into the table instead. Cheyenne gets slammed down on the outside with a Grand Finale that seems to tweak something in Cheyenne’s back.
Shelby: Grand Finale by Otaki this early in the match?
Wright: This is Robina Hood that we’re talking about, Dick. It’s like the other side of the Megan Treamon coin.
Shelby: Well, whoever Otaki thinks that she is this week, I’m starting to really like her.
Wright: I bet you are!
Hood gets back up and yanks Cheyenne up with her just to slam her face into the ring post. Cheyenne’s skull hits hard and Cheyenne’s body slumps over the guardrail. Hood drops Chey neck first down on the top of the guardrail before drilling the staggering challenger with a massive Falcon Punch. Cheyenne drops to the ringside floor in a heap. Hood, instead of taking Cheyenne over to the casket, ops to roll her back into the ring.
Wright: I don’t understand, what is Robina doing here?
Shelby: I think it’s pretty obvious Frankie. She wants to hurt Cheyenne. She wants to punish her.
Wright: Punish her by throwing her in the casket full of bugs, Robina. Don’t let Cheyenne get to you like this!
Cheyenne seems to be trying to crawl away from Hood but wisely rakes the eyes of the champion when she tries to pull her up. Cheyenne jumps right on Hood and starts biting at the forehead of the champion. Hood screams out and fights Cheyenne off but Cheyenne is the first back to her feet. Roundhouse kick by Cheyenne seems to dim the lights of Otaki’s alter-ego, and Cheyenne calls for the casket to be opened by the referee.
Shelby: Cheyenne is demanding that the referee open the casket.
Wright: We get our first look inside of this coffin… oh god, it’s literally exactly as I imagined it. Perhaps worse even.
Cheyenne kicks Robina Hood towards the casket.
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Cheyenne tries to kick Hood into the casket, but Robina Hood counters with a Red Mist sprayed up into her face!
Wright: Blood Mist by Otaki… I mean Robina Hood… excuse me.
Shelby: It really does seem like that this Hood girl is just Otaki’s mean streak turned up to eleven. I don’t even think that Otaki was desperate in that situation, I think she just wanted to spray Cheyenne in the eyes with that acid, or whatever it is.
Wright: I think that you’re right, Dick.
The referee closes the coffin as Hood makes her way back up to her feet with a blinded Cheyenne still standing in the middle of the ring. Cheyenne swings wildly with a punch but gets drilled with a second Grand Finale in the center of the ring. Cheyenne really screams out in pain for the second one, and she lays on the canvas with her back arched to try to alleviate the pain. Robina Hood then pulls Cheyenne up just enough to slip in behind her and lock in the Deanimation rear naked choke.
Shelby: I love this. I love the new mean streak by Otaki. She’s absolutely destroying Cheyenne in there, and she has to know that there are no submissions either.
Wright: Otaki, I mean Robina Hood, is literally going to choke the life out of Cheyenne if somebody doesn’t do something!
Shelby: It doesn’t seem like the cavalry is going to arrive any time soon, Frankie.
Wright: Can you blame them?
The crowd cheers as Hood holds in the rear naked choke until Cheyenne is nothing but a lifeless form inside the center of the ring. Hood releases the hold after a minute and drags Cheyenne over to the side of the ring where the casket is awaiting her.
Wright: This match has been all Otaki so far and it seems like Otaki is about to end it.
Robina Hood pushes Cheyenne underneath the bottom rope and pulls her up so that she is standing on the ring apron just above the casket. Cheyenne is out on her feet draped over the ropes. The casket below her is opened.
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She delivers a massive Falcon Punch to the face of Cheyenne, knocking her backwards into the casket. Hood then reaches through and closes the casket lid. Waters calls for the bell!
Wright: That’s it, this match is over!
Shelby: Robina Hood absolutely killed Cheyenne in impressive fashion tonight!
McQueen: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and STILL FSW CHAMPION, ROBINA HOOD!!!
The crowd cheers as Hood hops out of the ring and stands next to the casket catching her breath. It doesn’t take Hood long though, to produce a padlock from her trunks and to lock the bug-filled casket shut.
Shelby: Hood just locked Cheyenne into the casket filled with her own creatures! I hope that none of them are carnivorous because who knows how long it will take to get Cheyenne out!
Wright: That’s a good point, Dick. Cheyenne supplied the bugs… who knows how dangerous her little creatures are to human beings?
Robina Hood isn’t done yet, as she grabs the Casket and drags it along up the ramp with her along with the FSW Championship belt. At the top of the stage, Hood stops the casket and slams her fists down on it as if trying to wake Cheyenne up. There’s rattling that emanates from inside the casket but this only makes Hood happy. She disappears into the backstage area for a moment and returns with what appears to be a red gasoline container. The crowd cheers.
Wright: Oh my god. Don’t do this, Otaki! I know that she took your daughter and all, but this is stooping down to Cheyenne’s level!
Shelby: What are you talking about? A few minutes ago you wanted Cheyenne arrested and jailed for kidnapping. So what if Robina Hood is willing to take the law into her own hands?
Wright: This isn’t punishment, Shelby! This could end Cheyenne’s career! This could potentially kill her!
Jacob Waters tries to talk Robina Hood out of doing the unthinkable, but his words do not stop the casket from being soaked in gasoline. Hood steps back and produces a pack of matches which she lights and holds the tiny flame high up in the air for all to see. With a sadistic look in her eye she tosses the book of matches onto the gas-soaked casket and in an instant the metal coffin is engulfed in flames! Hood stands right by and watches the ten, sometimes fifteen foot high flames roll off of the bug filled casket that has Cheyenne still trapped inside.
Wright: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Cheyenne is in the casket that Otaki had just lit on fire! We need the Fire Department out here!!!
Hood shows absolutely no remorse for her actions. If anything, there is a small grin on her face.
Shelby: Trainers and EMTs are coming out with fire extinguishers right now, Frankie… but I’m afraid it may be too late. The damage may already be done.
Wright: Robina Hood, Otaki’s more sinister alter-ego, has just set Cheyenne’s casket on fire with Cheyenne trapped inside! I don’t even think that I can believe this!
Shelby: Well, believe it. Robina Hood is clearly the new sheriff in town. Mess with her at your own risk.
Bane kicks off the match with a Big Boot followed by a Leg Drop. He goes for the pin but Hartwell kicks out. Bane drags Hartwell to his feet. Bane scoops up Hartwell, attempts a Running Powerslam but Hartwell is able to slide out the back. As Bane turns, Hartwell connects with Fireworks. Hartwell heads to the corner. He goes to the top turnbuckle, he connects with an Elbow Drop. He goes for the cover but the ref kicks out. Hartwell is up, waiting for Bane to get to his feet. He attempts Fireworks again but Bane is ready and catches the foot of Hartwell, using his strength to push him hard to the mat.
Hartwell rushes back to his feet and charges at Bane, but Bane connects with a Flapjack, followed by Chaos Theory. He makes the cover and the ref makes the 3 count.
Magdalena Lockheart sits alone in her dressing room preparing for the upcoming ToP finals match. She’s seated with her head down in a dark corner of the room almost as if she is meditating. There's a knock at the door. Before Magdalena can even respond she turns her head to see PRIME/FSW Superstar Criss Cassidy filling the threshold. Maggie jumps up and clenches her fist prepared for a fight. Cassidy, however, remains calm as he leans against the doorframe.
Criss Cassidy: You can relax Maggie. I'm not here for another brawl
Magdalena Lockheart: Then what are you here for?
Criss Cassidy: I'm here to congratulate you. You've been very impressive on your way to the finals and I wanted to wish you good luck.
Magdalena lowers her fists and takes another step towards Criss. Toe to toe, their height difference is accentuated and Magdalena has to look skyward to make simple eye contact.
Criss Cassidy: You know if you wanna kiss me just do it already.
Criss smirks as he extends his hand. Maggie rolls her eyes and looks down at Criss’s extended hand and back up at him. She places her hands on her hips and swings her light blue hair to the side.
Magdalena Lockheart: Seriously? I want to shake your hand, Criss. God only knows that I respect your talent.
Criss Cassidy: God knows, but I didn't.
Magdalena Lockheart: After that beating that you gave me in the semis, I realize that either one of us could have gone on to face Reid. It probably wouldn’t have even mattered.
Criss Cassidy: A crazy match it was. And I have no shame in saying, I lost to a woman. You're something special Lockheart. A future star of wrestling.
Criss’s words make Maggie stop in her tracks. She looks up at him for a moment and is speechless.
Magdalena Lockheart: Do you really think so?
Criss Cassidy: There's no doubt about it. You’re been doing extremely well. Whether JT wants to see it or not.
Maggie nods as Criss refers to the General Manager of FSW, James Tyson.
Magdalena Lockheart: Well thank you. That means a lot to me, to hear you say those things.
Criss Cassidy: Don’t mention it. Now you go on out there tonight and finish this thing off. I think you know that you got the whole world rooting for you. Just remember, it aint nothing. You just go out there and do you, and there’s no way that you can lose.
Magdalena reaches out and places her hand in Criss’s. She looks up into his eyes and for a moment the two stars shake hands.
Magdalena Lockheart: I won’t let you down, Criss. And besides, your day is coming. I know that I owe you a rematch, I just hope that the next time that we face that there can be some gold on the line.
Criss Cassidy: Well, I was hoping that the next time that we were face to face that we would be… well… you know…
Maggie gasps as Criss smirks
Criss Cassidy: Sitting across from one another having a lovely meal. What, you thought that I meant something else?
Maggie smiles and shoves Criss playfully.
Magdalena Lockheart: Oh you! You get out of my locker room! I’ve got a match to prepare for… geesh!
Criss Cassidy: Alright, fine. But if you keep turning me down I'm gonna eventually stop offering!
Maggie continues to shove Cassidy right on out of the doorway.
Magdalena Lockheart: Who said that I was gonna say no? Hmm?
Cassidy smirks and goes to respond, but Maggie grabs the door.
Magdalena Lockheart: Bye bye now!
The locker room door closes in the middle of his sentence. Still he has the biggest smirk on his face.
Criss Cassidy: ...you know my number.
TOURNAMENT OF POWER FINALS
Wright: We've seen a helluva lot go on tonight. The re-debut of Krimson Blaze. The farewell of Jeremy Warren as he moves to Rampage in 2018, and I wish him nothing but the best, and hopes he kicks major ass on Fridays.
Shelby: Dilly dilly!
Wright: I can't believe....never mind. Dilly Dilly!
Shelby: There you go partner!
Wright: We've seen our champion set her opponent and a whole lotta bugs on fire tonight, as this new persona of hers shows no mercy. And that whole business with Maggie and that group of guys....what the hell was that about?
Shelby: I don't know, but right here, right now, we've got two of the best in the business vying to face Robina Hood-taki at WrestleFest! Let's not waste another second. To the ring, dilly dilly!
Deneen: Our second main event of the evening is set for one fall....
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Deneen:....and is the Tournament of Power Finale! Introducing first....from Inwood, New York....MAGDALENA LOCKHEART!!!!
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.
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.
Deneen: And her opponent....currently residing in Japan....XAVIER REID!!!!
The lights inside the arena go out as Cochise starts up. A single strobe light flashes in the direction of the stage. As the lyrics come in Xavier walks out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. He paces back and forth across the stage before walking to the edge of the ramp and raising his arms into the air, crossing his forearms into a X over his head. He walks down to the ring, eyes glued on the ring and ignores the fans he passes. Xavier marches up the steps and jumps into the ring. He heads right to the corner and climbs up to the middle rope and once again raises his arms into the air and crossed his forearms into a X.
Wright: Both Maggie and Xavier staring a hole through each other waiting on the bell to ring.
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Shelby: Maggie and Reid move face to face in the center of the ring. Reid appears to be talking some serious smack to Lockheart.
Wright: I’m waiting for Maggie to lose it and unload on him.
Maggie doesn’t though. She stands there stoically as Reid’s verbal onslaught continues, but just as Reid was getting revved up, Maggie jolts Reid with a lightning bolt of a right hand slap to his face.
Shelby: A disrespectful slap from Maggie! Man, I have goose bumps!
Wright: Big right hand from Maggie!
The shot staggers Reid, but he retaliates with one of his own. Soon they are trading punches in the middle of the ring. Maggie manages to land three consecutive rights, but Reid counters with a knee to the abdomen. He pushes Maggie into the ropes and whips him off. Maggie reverses the Irish whip. Reid bounds off of the ropes and comes back, just ducking a stiff clothesline from Maggie. Reid hits the other side, and Maggie sets up to backdrop him. Reid counters with a kick, but Maggie was ready for it. She grabs Reid by the boot and pulls him to the middle of the ring.
Shelby: Reid’s a one-legged man in there!
Wright: Maggie spins him around… big atomic drop!
The impact sends Reid over the top rope and to the floor to regroup. He takes his time before sliding back under the bottom rope. Back inside, the two lock up. Maggie grabs a headlock. She cranks it in good before Reid can escape via a hammerlock. He trips Maggie up with a double leg takedown, then applies the hammerlock from the canvas, laying it in. Maggie slowly gets up to one knee, then two. She reaches up to clutch Reid’s head then jumps up. She hurls her top half forward, throwing Reid off balance, and over his head. Reid is up quickly, eating a standing dropkick, then another. Maggie gains early control.
Shelby: These two are evenly matched. But so far, Maggie has been able to counter every Reid attack.
They go to lock up again, but instead Reid lay in a thumb to Maggie's eye. He whips her into the corner and charges with a running clothesline. He bulldogs her out of the corner and goes for a quick cover… earning a two count.
Wright: You were saying?
Reid picks Maggie up and deposits her with a jarring body slam. He then hits the ropes three times in a row, landing three big time elbow drops.
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Shelby: ...and Maggie just does kick out. Reid was hammering her into the canvas with those rapid fire elbow drops.
Wright: This portion of your main event is brought to you by your local DO-IT Center!
Xavier follows up quickly by sending Maggie into the ropes. He drops his head for a backdrop, but Maggie flips over his back. Reid turns… arm drag by Maggie. Maggie sinks the armbar in deep, torquing the arm severely. Reid rolls to his knees and powers his way up, forcing Maggie into the ropes. He shoots her off. Maggie comes back with a shoulder block, flooring Xavier. She quickly grabs his legs…
Shelby: Slingshot over the top rope!
Reid splats hard on the concrete floor. Maggie is quick to follow him outside. As Reid rises, he catches a downward stomp from the apron.
Shelby: Maggie with a hard whip into the railing… reversal from Reid!
Crash! Maggie's spine squarely hits the railing, making fans scatter in it’s wake. Reid charges in…
Shelby: Spear!
Wright: Holy crap!
The railing is shoved back about three rows from the impact. Maggie crumples into a heap on the concrete floor.
Shelby: That was a malicious move that hardly ever works, but Reid pulled it off.
Wright: I’m telling ya Dickie boy, Reid has Maggie's number.
Reid keeps up the offensive. He picks up Maggie for a suplex, but instead drops her stomach first on the railing. He then climbs to the apron. The fans all rise to their feet as he runs down the apron towards Maggie…
Shelby: Legdrop from the apron onto the doubled over Lockheart!
Wright: Chuck Norris would be proud!
Reid rolls Maggie back into the ring and climbs to the top rope. He leaps, landing a brutal diving head butt. The force nearly knocks Maggie out. The referee lays on the count.
Shelby: You may be right, Frankie. Reid seems to be taking out all kinds of aggression on the champ.
Wright: It might not do him any good, the referee’s count is up to seven.
At eight, Reid crawls to Maggie and drapes an arm over her…
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Wright: Did she get the shoulder up?
Shelby: I think the referee is saying she did.
Wright: Wow, that would have been a major upset only fifteen minutes in.
Reid is up first. He whips Maggie into the ropes and ducks his head. Maggie traps him and locks on the front face lock. Before she can land the DDT, Reid goes to take her over in a northern lights suplex. Maggie counters the attempt with an elbow smash to the back of the neck. She spins and tries to hit a neck breaker, but Reid traps one arm and goes for a backslide. They fight each other in the backslide position, scrapping for control.
Shelby: These two are countering each others counters!
Wright: And somehow Maggie gets control of the move!
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Reid escapes and tries to scamper to his feet. Before he can…
Shelby: Superma...er...girl punch!
Wright: Maggie just insulted Reid by nailing him with one of his own trademark maneuvers!
The punch nets her a two and a half count. Maggie picks up Reid and rocks him with three successive backbreakers, never dropping him in between each.
Shelby: She’s motioning to these Melbourne fans that she’s going to end it.
She traps Reid’s legs and flips him…
Wright: Sharpshooter! We have a sharpshooter here down under!
In the ring, Reid is crying out in agony. He tries to power out to no avail. Maggie sits back even farther. As she does, Reid uses the momentum to slide toward the ropes. He extends an arm and crawls like a wounded soldier across the battlefield.
Wright: Reid has got to get to that bottom rope, Dick. If he doesn’t, this match won’t go thirty more seconds.
Shelby: Maggie is losing her grip.
Feeling the hold begin to weaken, Maggie goes to readjust. Reid uses this time to roll over and kick her away. Maggie is sent headfirst into the referee’s skull. The audible crack reverberates thru the arena.
Shelby: That was sick!
Wright: We have a zebra down! I repeat, zebra down.
Shelby: And that looks like it may have taken a lot out of Maggie as well.
Both fighters stand and look out to the crowd as the fans packing the Rod Laver Arena continue to cheer. Reid starts to slide to the outside, when suddenly their attention is turned to the top of the ramp where other FSW stars begin to appear. Kristian Bane and Lexie Glass are first. They are followed by Lancer, Ian Icon, and finally Stephen Kingston.
Wright: Wait a second, what’s going on?
Shelby: This must be the locker room coming out to show our two finalists some respect, too.
Wright: That’s just showing everyone, including the rest of the EWC, what kind of camaraderie we have. Future Stars of Wrestling is a family and when push comes to shove we are all members of the same team here, and what a strong team that it is.
Bane, Glass, Icon, Lancer, and Kingston all line up and begin to make their way down to the ring. Instead of getting up into the ring, the five circle the ring with Kingston raiding the area behind the announce tables, tossing steel chairs to each of the other four. Icon, Kingston, Lancer, and Bane each take their chair and stand at the four sides of the ring surrounding it.
Shelby: Uhh, Frankie. I think you might have spoke too soon.
Wright: What’s going on here?
Both Lockheart and Reid look around the ring as these four FSW stars each pull themselves up on the ring apron with steel chairs in hand. Reid and Lockheart go back to back with their fists raised. Lancer is the first in the ring, followed by Bane and Kingston, with Ian Icon stepping in last.
Wright: Bane, Lancer, Icon, and Kingston all have steel folding chairs in hand and they’ve surrounded the ring!
Shelby: ...and Reid and Lockheart have just been thru a 30 minute war that isn't even finishes yet. They’re sitting ducks out here!
With Lexie Glass keeping the ramp area guarded, things aren’t looking good for the two in the middle of the ring. Suddenly, Reid lunges for Kingston and the fight is on! Ian Icon and Bane turn right for Reid beating him in the back with their steel chairs as it leaves Magdalena Lockheart standing face to face with Lancer. Lancer cocks the steel folding chair back and… stops. He hands his chair to Lockheart, who then turns and hits Reid in the back with the chair!
Wright: Oh my God, no!
Shelby: Oh my God is right!
It doesn’t take long for the four in the ring to start stomping down on Reid with Lockheart standing off to the side admiring their work. Lockheart barks out orders for Icon who pulls Reid’s head up off of the mat. He places his chair underneath Reid’s face. Magdalena waits and when the moment is right she jumps up into the air and stomps down on the back of Reid’s head with the Lacrimosa, sending him face first into the chair below. The crowd here in Melbourne is absolutely stunned.
Shelby: I don’t know what’s going on, but Magdalena Lockheart just curb stomped Xavier Reid’s face into oblivion.
Wright: I don’t know what’s going on either, but you can damn sure bet that Lockheart is in the middle of it!
There’s cheers from the stunned crowd as James Larson comes running down the ramp to take on Lexie Glass who’s guarding that area. Glass and Larson fight chair versus chain, and Larson looks as though he is going to get the upper hand until Ian Icon slides out of the ring and stops his momentum. The crowd cheers again as Rush Hartwell appears from the crowd, hopping over the barricade to slide into the ring to go straight for Kristian Bane. Hartwell gets Bane on the ground and starts pounding on him until Stephen Kingston drills Hartwell in the back with a chair as well. Kingston, Lancer, and Lockheart stomp the hell out of Hartwell before they toss him and Xavier Reid out of the ring.
Wright: Well, it seems like it’s not the entire locker room who wants to turn their back on Reid.
Shelby: Are we sure that this is about Reid, though?
Wright: Well, they sure beat the hell out of him.
The four in the ring all nod at one another and slide out of the ring at once. They make their way towards the announce table.
Wright: What’s going on here, what are you-
Kristian Bane grabs the announce table and flips the entire thing over with one powerful throw. The announcer’s microphones are immediately cut, which wouldn’t matter as they run away for cover along with Deneen McQueen. Lockheart once again directs her co-conspirators to trash the remnants of the table. Lockheart makes sure to break the monitors as Kingston and Icon grab cameras right out of the cameramans hands. They throw them to the ground, breaking them.
Lockheart and Lexie Glass share an embrace as the two women walk around the ring. What once was cheers are now boos from the crowd. Bane, Kingston, Icon, and Lancer go to work tearing up the ring, ripping the ring apron and using blades to cut up the canvas. Bane grabs a pair of bolt cutters that were hidden under the ring and he uses them to cut up the ropes. Glass and Lockheart make it to the top of the ramp where they start to tear up the stage itself.
The four men absolutely destroy the ring and leave the ringside area completely removed of people and cameras. Satisfied with their work, they each pat their cohorts on the chest and make a motion to leave the ring. They make their way up the ramp leaving broken bodies in their wake and they meet up with Glass and Lockheart. On the stage, the six people turn back towards the ring and look at the damage that they had just done. They raise each other’s hands high in victory.
Reid, Larson, and Hartwell are all beginning to stir, with Reid looking up at the top of the stage with a scowl on his face. The final shot shows Lockheart, Icon, Kingston, Bane, Glass, and Lancer standing tall on the stage after destroying everything. Lockheart grins and blows a kiss to Reid to end the show.
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Blaze d. Roberts
MATCH 2 - Larson d. Gully
MATCH 3 - Angel d. Glass
MATCH 4 - Double countout
MATCH 5 - Nomad d. Cassidy
MATCH 6 - Nostalgia d. Warren
MATCH 7 - Otaki(as Robina Hood) d. Cheyenne
MATCH 8 - Bane d. Hartwell
MAIN EVENT - No contest
MVP: Reid/Maggie
WRITERS : JT, Nos, Rebel, Maggie, Warren, Cassidy, Reid, Otaki
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
EPISODE #51
NOVEMBER 26TH, 2017LIVE! from the Rod Laver Arena - Melbourne, Australia
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, Jeremy Warren, Maggie Lockheart 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.
"Otaki or Robina"
"You're no Volando!"
"Lock my Heart Maggie"
FUTURE STARS!
FUTURE STARS!
FUTURE STARS!
FUTURE STARS!
FUTURE STARS!
Wright: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Future Stars! Tonight is the season TWO finale, and we are LIVE down under here in Melbourne! I'm Franklin Wright, and next to me is my tag partner on the mic, Dick Shelby. Dick, we've got the ToP finals between Reid and Maggie, a FSW title defense that the champ asked for against Cheyenne tonight, and the rumblings about something big happening tonight. What do you think...care to take a guess at who wins those big matches?
Shelby: I wouldn't dare. You have Otaki, the longest reigning champion in FSW history taking a huge risk before Wrestlefest, but with her little girl in the balance, I can't see her losing. THe ToP finale...man, that's gonna be too close to call. Maggie has been the betting favorite ever since StableWars, but I wouldn't count out Xavier Reid. He is a Volando, and that family has come up aces in some big matches over the years.
Wright: That is true. Speaking of Mr. Reid, let's go backstage where our roving reporter Destiny Fairchild is looking to speak to him.
The camera cuts backstage to where Xavier Reid is standing, he is wrapping his hands in preparation of tonight’s Tournament of Power Finals match against Maggie Lockheart.
Destiny Fairchild: Excuse me, Xavier…
Xavier looks at her for a second and then shakes his head…
Xavier Reid: What the fuck are you wearing?
Destiny looks down at her white dress and is a little taken aback…
Destiny Fairchild: What is wrong with it?
Xavier Reid: Are you going to prom after the show?
Destiny Fairchild: It’s the Season Finally of FSW...the final show of the year...it’s a big night for us and well...I dressed for the occasion…
Xavier Reid: You look ridiculous...you look like someone trying to be noticed...looking for their 15 mins of fame tonight...a night that should be about me...about Maggie...about the ToP…
Destiny Fairchild: I’m not sure how my dress is taking away from the ToP…
Xavier motions for the camera to focus on him...cutting Destiny out of the shot completely…
Xavier Reid: For the past 7 shows the FSW has been building towards tonight...the entire roster gunning to be in the final two spots that Maggie and I find ourselves in tonight...Maggie and Hope...they got in because they failed to beat Otaki at Night of Champions...for the rest of us it was Qualification Matches... Brown Eyed Huntress...Rush Hartwell...Hatchet Gully...Matthew Kurtis...Lancer...Ian Icon...Kristen Bane all tried and failed to be apart of the ToP...were forced to sit and watch as 8 of the FSW’s best fight it out week after week to rack up the most points in their block...Cheyenne and Matt Angel failed to score any points...failed to win a single match...James Larson fought a good fight but was unable to advance...Lexie Glass was in that same boat...until Hope ran off to have her Hollywood dreams...Lexie and Prime’s very own Criss Cassidy found themselves in the semi-finals but at our bidding...we named the matches we wanted and we came out on top...see from the start I knew it would be you and me Maggie...we separated ourselves from the rest of the FSW...from those in the ToP and those who failed even to get into the tournament...it was you and me...a class above the rest...but as I stand here tonight...the winner of my block...the winner of my semi-final I feel as if I am just an invite to YOUR party Maggie…
From off camera…
Destiny Fairchild: That’s because she’s a likeable person who would have told me how pretty my dress was and how amazing I look tonight…
Xavier smiles as he shakes his head…
Xavier Reid: Because she walks around the FSW trying to make everyone her friend...like the unprofessional Destiny Fairchild...how can she do her job when she is bff’s with someone in the finals...how can she be partial when she is openly rooting for one of the finalist...see Maggie is loved here in the FSW and I get it...look at her...she is the perfect girl next door...easy to root for...especially when she is facing off against me...because who am I to the FSW...I’m just a guy that walked in on night one and took my spot in the ToP in my debut match...I know some around here will say I didn’t earn my spot...that I hadn’t proven anything here...but it’s professional jealousy...they all want to be right where I am at...and I wonder what they will think after tonight...when I beat Maggie Lockheart and ruin her quest to face Otaki at WrestleFest...and I open up the 2018 year as the FSW Champion...people talk every chance they get about the raise of Maggie Lockheart...all because of ONE match...but dismiss the run I have made in the FSW since arriving here...they doubt me...tell me I have no shot tonight and I laugh...I laugh at knowing how badly it is going to hurt them to have to sit there and watch as Maggie’s dreams come crashing down on her...that rematch that everyone in the FSW has wanted for the past 5 months goes up in flames because Xavier Reid came to the Land Down Under and took that title shot away from her…
Destiny makes an audible noise off camera but the camera stays on Xavier Reid
Xavier Reid: Tonight I go out to that ring and win the FSW’s Tournament of Power...I become the first ever ToP Champion and I take one step closer to becoming the FSW Champion...I didn’t come here to watch someone else walk into WrestleFest and take on Otaki...I didn’t come here to be supporting cast member to someone else's feel good story...I didn’t come here for the Maggie Lockheart march to glory...tonight the feel good story of 2017 comes to a crashing end...and it will do so by the hands of Xavier Reid...and I’m sure Destiny will be their for Maggie with a shoulder to cry on…
Xavier walks out of the camera shot which slides back to Destiny who looks disgusted at what she’s heard from Xavier Reid
OPENER
TYLER ROBERTS Vs KRIMSON BLAZE
From the opening bell, Tyler found himself at a disadvantage against Blaze's lightning fast quickness. Blaze darted about the entire ring, utilizing his acrobatic style with springboard attacks, nimble dodges, and fast hit and run tactics that lead to a dominating display in the first ten minutes that even managed to knock Tyler out of the ring! Shortly afterwards, however, Tyler shut him down with an Oh Canada superkick to counter a Shooting Star Suicide Plancha.
From there, Tyler went into an all out assault on Blaze, retaking much of his lost ground in the match. He pressed and threw Blaze back into the ring and continued the domination on his smaller opponent, even locking him up in the Hand of God! Krimson struggled and fought, managing to get a foot on the rope and the hold was forced to be broken up.
Krimson slowly turned the match back to his favor, putting up a valiant comeback and leveling the playing field. After downing Tyler with a hard enziguri kick, Krimson would hit the Holy Shot, but only manage a two and a half count.
Tyler rallied and turned the tide shortly after the pin attempt by Krimson. After a series of hard shots and an irish whip, Tyler booted Krimson in the gut, straddled his head in a standing headscissor, whipped him up and over his head to catch him by the arms in a Crucifix hold. As he got a running start, Krimson slid off of Tyler's back and landed in a low crouch.
Tyler turned, got a boot in the gut and was dropped with THE MIGHTY DEATH POP! On impact, Krimson made the pin, got the 1-2-3 and was declared the winner at nineteen minutes and twenty two seconds!
Stephen is strutting about backstage like a proud peacock. His mouth is twisted into a smirk that is tainted with a bit of disdain. Stephen pays no heed to the other competitors, staff, and fans milling about while he continues on his predetermined course. This comes to an end as James Larson steps in front of his path.
James Larson: Stephen.
Stephen stops and faces James.
Stephen Kingston: Excuse you. Who gave you permission to stop me, and especially to speak to me?
Stephen lets out an annoyed sigh.
Stephen Kingston: Actually, nevermind. There is no excuse for you. Shouldn’t you be off being mediocre somewhere?
James Larson: I did not see your name on the card tonight. Why are you here?
Stephen Kingston: Well Officer Larson, I was unaware I needed to answer to you about where I make my appearances. Kick rocks.
Stephen shoves past James and goes back to his prideful strut.
James Larson: Okay, at least you’re yourself and not ill. Since that is the case, let me ask you something.
Stephen stops.
James Larson: Why did you do it?
Stephen turns around, his face expressionless.
James Larson: I know you and Hartwell have some sort of feud going on. I get that you both are egomaniacs, but because of you, the match was called off and there was no conclusive finish and winner, and that annoys me. If you really hate him, you should have waited until after the match. What you did does not just affect Rush, it affected me as well. Not to mention it was a very cowardly move.
With James’ every word, Stephen marches closer to James until he’s practically in James’ face.
Stephen Kingston: Maybe, just maybe, I don’t care about the outcome of some petty schoolyard knockabout. You’re a stain and you amount to precisely nothing.
James Larson: If I am a stain, and I beat Rush when you have not, then I ask what does that make you?
Stephen pays no mind to the insult.
Stephen Kingston: Are you deaf? You understand English, right? Let me make it clear for you, kid: I attend The Church of Not Your Business of the Latter Day Not Your Problem. Now move along, you’re tarnishing my shine.
Offscreen, a loud, commanding voice is heard.
Rush Hartwell: Ah, I thought I heard the whine of a weasel.
Kingston’s face scrunches in annoyance.
Stephen Kingston: And I thought I heard the grunts and huffs of a troglodyte. What’s your point?
Stephen and James both turn to the source of the voice; Rush Hartwell walks into frame.
Stephen Kingston: Jesus Christ. This is ridiculous. You idiots multiply like rabbits.
Rush ignores Stephen completely.
Rush Hartwell: Good evening, Mr. Larson. I hope you are well, that this… creature isn’t bothering you.
James Larson: I am doing well, and no he is not.
Rush Hartwell: Excellent. Good to hear.
Stephen mocks them.
Stephen Kingston: Wonderful, just wonderful.
Now both of them seem to pay no attention to an increasingly irate Stephen.
Rush Hartwell: I’ve kept my eye on you, as I said I would. Based on our last encounter, you’ve definitely improved; are you ready for your match tonight, James?
James Larson: I am as ready as possible. Though you have improved drastically as well.
He pauses for a moment.
James Larson: Speaking of our last encounter, your timing is impeccable. I was actually trying to get to the bottom of...
Stephen rolls his eyes.
Stephen Kingston: My God, it's like talking to Terri Schiavo in stereo. Move!
Rush finally turns his attention to Stephen.
Rush Hartwell: So we meet again, Mr. Kingston. How are things? I noticed you weren’t booked this week, and yet… here you are. I wonder why that is? Hoping to take advantage of a golden opportunity far beyond your station? Or perhaps you’re afraid of facing me again in the ring in honorable combat?
Stephen Kingston: I’m shaking in my eight hundred dollar alligator loafers. In case there were too many synapses misfiring for that to compute, that’s called sarcasm. Real talk: you’re about as frightening as that boy from the Make-A-Wish Foundation I open-hand slapped for his insubordination earlier.
Rush Hartwell: Tough talk, boy. Why don’t you try the same thing to someone your own size? Or is the concept of actually facing a god...
Stephen interrupts Rush by slapping him, hard. Rush is stunned both physically and emotionally; his pale cheek is a deep shade of red. Rush laughs, softly at first before it turns into a hearty laugh. His breath gets heavy as he inches closer until he’s nose-to-nose with Stephen. Rush looks like he’s going to slap him back or attack, but Stephen beats him to the punch, weeks of frustration coming out into his pummelling of Rush. Rush tries to defend himself, but cannot outlast the well-rested Stephen Kingston.
James Larson takes his signature chain and wraps Stephen’s neck with it, pulling him back from Rush. Rush takes advantage of this and smashes Stephen into the closest wall before returning the favor and mauling Stephen’s face. James joins in, wrapping his chain around his fist for increased punching power.
Out of nowhere, Bane comes in to spear Rush into the nearby table, smashing it with the momentum of their bodies. Merchandise flies everywhere as their bodies, bruised and broken, plop on the hard floor. Stephen takes advantage of the surprise to focus on retaliating against James, grabbing James’ chain and using it to whip choke James. Barely able to move, Rush coughs up dust and spittle. Bane snaps at him, annoyed and in pain.
Kristian Bane: You… you just won’t die… I’m going to make you suffer. You’ll wish you were dead…!
Bane picks himself up and drags Rush to his feet, clobbering him hard across the face to knock him back down. He tries to pick Rush up again, but adrenaline surges through him and he throws himself at Bane. Bane’s glare seems to glow red with anger. They take their fisticuffs over to James and Stephen. The fight between them has increased in intensity as James manages to get his chain back. Bane and Rush clashing into them leads to an all-out brawl between the four superstars.
As the four of them start fighting, a fifth person enters the fray. The girl with the light blue hair throws herself right between the four of them, stopping the fight dead in its tracks.
Maggie Lockheart: What in the hell are you four doing? Larson, drop the weapon... now!
After a few tense moments, James pockets the chain. The girl allows this, though she’s not at all happy about it.
Maggie Lockheart: This is exactly what they want. Don’t you guys see it? All of the in-fighting. All of the tearing each other down. Don’t you get it? This is FSW… it’s not PRIME, Brawl or Rampage. This is where careers are supposed to begin, where we’re all working towards the same freaking goal… okay? Do any of you really think that the path to the FSW Championship is in this little squabble? Do any of you think that you’re going to get called up to the main roster because you beat the crap out of each other backstage?
Magdalena looks around to the four men surrounding her, stopping at each one individually for just a moment; to make eye contact with four of the biggest, toughest, strongest, and smartest men in FSW history.
Maggie Lockheart: If any of you think that this is a fight worth having, then I suggest you speak up.
There’s a brief moment of silence, broken when Rush is the first to speak.
Rush Hartwell: Are you perhaps confused? This is no fight; my victory was assured long before you saved these cretins.
Maggie sighs in agitation. Kristian can barely stifle his laughter.
Kristian Bane: Ha! You don’t even know what real winning is, you or this hobo.
James Larson: My home is the street; the real question is if I’m a hobo, what are you?
Rush Hartwell: Why Mr. Larson! Is it not obvious? He’s a mutt, aren’t you Mr. Bane? Why are you even here, sir? To get your beating delivered to your door? Surely there is no love lost between you and this man?
He gestures to a kneeling, sneering Stephen.
Kristian Bane: Let me make one thing absolutely clear, Russ. Right now, I only care about one thing, and that’s ensuring you don’t walk ever again!
Rush looks offended at being addressed by the wrong name. Maggie gets increasingly irritated.
Maggie Lockheart: If you children don’t shut up…
They all stop their bickering instantly. Maggie gets down to check on Stephen.
Maggie Lockheart: Are you okay?
Stephen shrugs her off.
Stephen Kingston: Do I look like an invalid? Do I look like I need assistance?
Maggie Lockheart: No comment.
Stephen Kingston: Really? I thought so.
Maggie Lockheart: You were just hit in the face with a steel chain. Sorry for the concern.
Maggie glares at an expressionless Larson, then straightens herself and turns to the others.
Maggie Lockheart: I’m disappointed. Look at what we are… look at who we’ve become. All the bosses talk about is how they want us to step up to prove that we are the real future of this company. And do you know what? I don’t think that we’re just the future of this company. I think we could be the future of the entire wrestling industry… but not like this.
James Larson: That is a very optimistic and idealistic thing to say.
Kristian Bane: I’ll be happy to stop when I’m six feet under, or when he is.
He points to Rush, who beats his chest in response.
Rush Hartwell: You think you can take me, you infidel? You dare challenge God? To threaten Him?
Kristian Bane: You’re no god, you don’t even have the balls to be considered a man!
Maggie Lockheart: Quiet! Don’t you guys have a match tonight? Save all of the excess macho animosity for the ring! Go get ready for your match! And same goes for you too, Larson! Take your chain and get the hell outta here. If I see any of you out here fighting again you’re gonna have to fight me too. Got it?
After a moment of considering the situation, James silently turns to leave. He looks to Rush and nods to him before he takes off. Rush huffs and turns to Bane.
Rush Hartwell: After all this is done, you’re going to wish it was me who attacked you last show. That would be a kinder fate.
Bane laughs. Rush shudders in anger.
Kristian Bane: Is that right?
Rush Hartwell: It is. You will be revealed as the pitiful joke you are. Maybe then I will allow you the privilege of bowing before me.
Bane smirks.
Kristian Bane: Well Rush, seeing how terrible it must be to get attacked by such a bad joke...
Bane laughs. Rush walks away; Bane yells after him.
Kristian Bane: I’m hoping you’re right, my Lord! I’m hoping you’re able to make me kneel! Because it’s important to be idealistic, like Larson said! But realistically, as far as you mounting an offense….??
Bane walks prowls along out-of sight, laughing hysterically. Now only Stephen and Maggie remain. Maggie shakes her head in disbelief and sighs loudly.
Maggie Lockheart: I guess the big picture is a little bit too big for some people to grasp.
Maggie turns to Stephen.
Maggie Lockhart: You sure you’re okay?
Stephen Kingston: Let me check.
With a quick once-over, Stephen pats himself down and rolls his shoulders.
Stephen Kingston: Yup. I’m still a magnificent stallion that should be owned by a middle eastern sheik. I wish I could say the same for the doofus with the god complex and the mutt with the brass knuckles. They’ve officially put a target on their back as big as Rush’s overblown sense of self importance.
Maggie Lockheart: Hahaha, I’m sure if we find the right sheik we can have that arranged for you. But seriously mister stallion, you’ve got bigger and better things to worry about than them.
Stephen exhales deeply.
Stephen Kingston: I suppose you’re right. I’d be breaking sweat over two men that got this job through the equivalent of wrestling’s affirmative action.
Maggie Lockheart: Ahh right. So... do I even want to know what you think of me?
Stephen Kingston: I'm standing here with you after fighting Lenny and George and I'm not worried about my stock being brought down. Draw your own conclusions.
Maggie Lockheart: Fine. If you’re going then, make sure Bane doesn’t wander off too far...
Stephen smirks. He restarts his proud pace as though nothing had happened, but stops a few steps later. He looks back at Maggie.
Stephen Kingston: What you said about the future of this company; there is a lot of space being occupied by knuckle-dragging naysayers and pretenders that want to ensure success through bottom-feeding and brown-boxers. You know they don't want the true talent to take this leaky dinghy of a show to the top so they can just slide by…
Stephen pauses as if he expects an answer to his unfinished question.
Stephen Kingston: Right?
Maggie contemplates for a moment, but it’s obvious she thought about this before.
Maggie Lockheart: Isn’t that the brilliance of it, Mister Kingston? The future doesn’t really wait for anyone… and it doesn’t care who believes in it. Surely you of all people can understand how great it is to hold the power to make people see things your way.
With one last satisfied smirk, Stephen resumes his journey. The camera turns back to Maggie and she watches Kingston leave. A grin forms on her lips. Cut to commercial.
MATCH 2
HATCHET GULLY Vs JAMES LARSON
Gully and Larson circle each other before locking up. Gully gets the advantage with a series of hard right hands, backing Larson into the corner with the Pennsyltucky Chuck. Instead of going for the quick pin, he repeatedly drives his foot into the gut of Larson. He goes to the corner, climbs to the top turnbuckle, attempts Ninja Splash, but Larson gets his knees up at last second. Larson wastes no time locking in the Muta Lock. It looks like Gully is about to tap, but Ashley Quidd distracts the ref, giving Gully the chance to hit Larson with an eye poke.The ref turns his attention back and both are on their feet. Gully goes for a hard right but Larson blocks it and connects with Death Drop. He goes for the cover, but Gully kicks out before the 3.
Again Quidd is on the apron distracting the ref. Larson gets up and heads in her direction. This gives Gully the chance to get to his feet. He tries to sneak up on Larson, but Larson turns with enough time to connect with The Chain Breaker. He makes the cover and the ref makes the 3 count.
The people inside the Rod Laver Arena immediately cheers at the sight of Otaki’s face upon the titantron. But why is there nothing in the background but whiteness? And why isn’t the currently FSW Champion somewhere backstage instead of coming out to the ring?
Otaki: What a wonderful finale we at FSW have for all of you wonderful people, who have been wonderful in the simply wonderful support you have given all of us since the start of the year.
The Englishwoman starts and smiles at the sound of cheers that the people in attendance tonight has made in response before continuing.
Otaki: And what a way to end FSW’s Finale with the most awaited contest between Maggie Lockheart and Xavier Reid. The girl who wants to prove to James Tyson that she is worth having here, which I think is stupid since she already convinced me of her worth the moment she pinned me in her debut. And the man who has so much bad blood in such a quick fashion that it is very surprising that he hasn’t drowned yet…but I will admit to being very impressed by what he has managed to do in a relatively short time. Oh let’s not forget the big bad Nostalgia facing off against Jeremy Warren, a guy who still hasn’t decided when he wants his Championship rematch. What? I ain’t going to stroke his ego by choosing a time and place. If he wants his match as badly as he tries to make everyone believe then he can decide when…
The milky skinned woman giggles softly before her facial expression crashes down to something a lot more serious.
Otaki: But the real reason I am talking right now is because tonight is the night I finally get my hands on THAT BITCH Cheyenne and save my poor Sarah from her vile, her venom and her manipulation. Heh…vile and venom…while amusing words. Those words use to be all people use to describe me years ago. However I wanted to be a better person, a better mother and a better human being…so I turned my back upon that past. I tried playing the good little girl that I want my darling daughter to grow up being. But something about that annoyed you Cheyenne, didn’t it? Was it because your own parents don’t love you? Was it because you had no friends other than the bugs you’ve been snacking on? Or could it be because-
The FSW Champion suddenly shakes herself in a rather violent manner before shaking her head slowly.
Otaki: Nonono…you’ve had months…to say sorry…to return my daughter…and to explain yourself. People love throwing around the line ‘place of no return’ but those very words perfectly describe the shit you’ve thrown yourself into Cheyenne. No more trying to think about reasons. No more trying to think about winning or losing. No more trying to think about being FSW Champion. For tonight is the night I return to THE BITCH I was. Tonight’s the night I DEMONISE MYSELF. And tonight’s the night I THROW AWAY the goodness that I HAVE LEFT in MY HEART to not only save my Sarah…
The screen starts to go a little fussy.
Otaki: But also the night I make you EXTINCT Cheyenne with all vile and venom that has never left my veins…
With those chilling sounding words the titantron freezes on the following image:
Before suddenly snapping out into loudly violent static…however it was in this static that words start fading on and off the big screen…
NOMORETIME
NOMOREREDEMPTION
IAMNOOTAKI
IAMNOMEGANTREAMON
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ROBINA HOOD
MATCH 3
MATT ANGEL Vs LEXIE GLASS
After the bell rings, the match starts with Matt Angel and Lexie Glass meeting in the center of the ring and shaking hands. They circle each other and lock up. Lexie Glass gets the temporary advantage with a Side Headlock. Angel uses his agility to run, jump on the ropes, and flip out of the hold. As Glass turns Angel turns, clasps his arms around Glass and tosses her hard to the mat with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. He goes for a quick pin to no avail. Glass and Angel are back on their feet. Angel goes a Dropkick but Glass sidesteps the attempt. As Angel is getting to his feet Glass grabs sets him up for drives him to the mat with a Swinging Neckbreaker. She goes for the pin, but Angel kicks out at the 2 count.
Angel gets to his feet, Glass is waiting, as Angel turns, Glass goes for Shattered Glass but Angel pushes her off. He quickly connects with a Springboard Moonsault. He goes for the pin but Glass gets her shoulder up at last second. Angel wastes no time heading to corner. He sets and leaps, goes for a 450 Splash but Glass gets her knees up at last second. She rests for a few moments before getting to her feet. She grabs the Ankle of Angel and puts him in an Ankle Lock. He writhes in pain for a bit, eventually he gets even momentum to spin on his back, giving him the chance to deliver a kick hard enough to force Glass to release the hold. Glass charges for a Clothesline as soon as Angel gets to his feet, but Angel manages to counter duck, and counter by transitioning into The Fallen. He goes for the cover and the ref makes the 3 count.
MATCH 4
IAN ICON VS JOHNNY KNIVES
Johnny Knives starts this match off with a Thesz Press followed by a series of vicious hard right hands. Knives gets to his feet, waits for Lancer to get to his knees, Knives charges and goes for a Low Dropkick but Lancer manages to push himself backwards, avoiding the strike. As Knives is getting to his feet, Lancer sets him up, and tosses him through the ropes and outside the ring with an Alley Oop Facebuster. Lancer slides out the ring, following Knives. As Knives gets to his feet Lancer goes a Superkick, but Knives sidesteps it and follows up with a Jumping Knee Strike. The ref’s count is at 2. Knives drags Lancer to his feet, sets Lancer up for a Flatliner, but Lancer breaks his grasp with a few Elbows to the head. Lancer goes for an Alabama Slam, but Knives manages to grab the Ringpost, forcing Lancer to abandon the move, Knives is lucky enough to catch his balance and land on his feet. The ref’s count is at 6. Lancer turns to head inside the ring, but Knives catches him with a Clothesline. Knives hops on the apron to enter the ring, but Lancer grabs his foot. Knives uses his other foot to kick Lancer to try to break his grasp as the ref’s count gets to 8, but to no avail as Lancer yanks his lef, and Knives connects Face first into the apron, then falls back into Lancer. Lancer tries to get to his feet and in the ring, but does not make it in time as the ref makes it to the DOUBLE COUNT-OUT
MATCH 5
JACK NOMAD VS CRISS CASSIDY
Before the bell rings, as soon as Criss Cassidy enters the ring, Nomad catches him from behind with a Diving Roundhouse House Kick. Nomad begins to stomp Cassidy mercilessly until the ref breaks it up. The bell rings as Nomad threatens the ref. Nomad heads back to stomp on Cassidy some more, but Cassidy has gathered himself and delivers a kick to the gut, temporarily halting the attack. Cassidy pulls himself up by the ropes then charges and connects with a Running Front Uppercut, knocking Nomad to the mat. Cassidy grabs Nomad, brings him to his feet, then sends him into the corner with an Irish Whip. Cassidy charges, he leaps, attempting Heaven’s Gate, but Nomad bounces off the bottom rope giving him enough height to counter with a Snap Powerslam. He goes for the cover but Cassidy kicks out at the 2 count. After a Knuckle punch into the eye socket, Nomad grabs Cassidy by the head, drags him to his knees, and sets him up a Jacknife Powerbomb, but Cassidy manages to counter with a DragonScrew Leg Whip. Nomad’s rage enables him to get to his feet at the same time as Cassidy, but Cassidy sends him hard to mat by connecting with The Holy Grail. He goes for the cover. But Nomad manages to kick out at the last second.
Cassidy quickly heads to the corner and sets up on the Top Turnbuckle. He goes for The Christening, but Nomad rolls out of the way, Cassidy crashes into the mat. Nomad takes a few seconds to get to his feet. He grabs Cassidy, drags him to his feet. He puts Cassidy in a Twitsing Wrist Lock, then finishes his Something Fancy maneuver. Nomad wastes no time connecting with The Spine Jacker. He goes for the cover and the ref makes the 3 count.
MATCH 6
JEREMY WARREN VS NOSTALIGA
The match started with a tense staredown between Warren and Nostalgia, the two circling each other in the worker's walk. Nostalgia went for a collar elbow tie up, but Warren knew better, dodging him while delivering quick strikes and targeting the big man's legs with swift kicks to the side of the knee and back of the calf. He began to mix it up with a few springboard attacks; A shoulder block, a back elbow, and even a springboard European uppercut. However, the attacks seemed to phase the 6' 7" monster very little and one ill timed move saw Warren rocked off his feet with a fast Clothesline.
From there it became Nostalgia's game as he brutally decimated Warren with punishing blows, knee shots, and THE CLOSURE muscle buster. Nostalgia made the pin, but Warren's will to win prevailed as he threw a shoulder up at the count of two! Nostalgia turned while he gathered Warren up and whipped him into a corner. He went for a running splash but Warren rolled underneath the leaping big man, letting him eat a chest full of turnbuckle.
As Nostalgia staggered back from the turnbuckle, clutching at his chest, Warren hit THE GEAR UP! Superkick and quickled followed it up with the 3rd Alarm, but found the tall frame of Nostalgia hard to lift and it gave his opponent enough time to rally. Nostalgia frees himself and hits him with a knee lift followed by a PUNCHLINE clothesline from Hell!
Warren down and out, Nostalgia signaled for the end....He gathered Warren up, lifted him up onto his shoulders and brought him crashing down to the mat with THE PAVLOV'S BELL! On impact, he hooked the leg, got the three count and the victory at 15 minutes and 12 seconds.
As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the match, the former champion Jeremy Warren extended his hand toward the opponent. Not even doubting his honest intentions, Nostalgia grabbed it firmly and shaked it, showing once more the sportsmanship that played out through all the contest. They congratulated each other for the match, receiving a heartfelt round of applause from the Melbourne fans. Nostalgia nodded one last time before letting his hand go and rolling out of the ring. Jeremy instead asked for a microphone.
JEREMY WARREN: Quite a match we put on, don't you agree?
The fans obviously roared in agreement.
JEREMY WARREN: Let's hear it again for Nostalgia, let's make him feel some FSW love!!!"
Driven by Warren's words, they erupted in a chant for the MNB superstar. He stopped on the entrance stage, thanking once again the crowd before leaving behind the curtain. Jeremy took a look around the sold out Rod Laver Arena, waiting for the cheers to fade down before bringing once again the microphone to his lips.
JEREMY WARREN: In the past few weeks... Well months actually... Since I came back from the injury, I never felt like myself. First I was blinded by the desire to get my revenge on Hatchet Gully, and I failed. I tried to focus on chasing Otaki's title, but admittedly, I have no claims on it. Not anymore. StableWars was my shot at redemption, I had the chance to carry my team and my brand on my shoulders and lead it to victory, but I ended up burning fast, like a falling star.
He chuckled, smiling bitterly.
JEREMY WARREN: Sounds like the story of my life, right?
A "You Still Got It" chant blasting sponataneously seemed to be cheering him up.
JEREMY WARREN: Yeah I know... But thanks for the support folks. I still got it, and I can't wait to prove it in January, after the break...
Everyone in the Arena started buzzing in anticipation for what they believed it was going to be a major announcement from the former FSW Champion, possibly him challenging Otaki, or whoever will walk out of Wrestlefest as the champion, for the title he never lost. And he wasn't going to let them down, announcing indeed something huge, just not what they were expecting. Or thinking they could ever hear.
JEREMY WARREN: On Friday Night Rampage.
A heavy silence fell on the Arena following these last four words. The camera panned on the crowd, focusing on the dumbfounded and shocked faces of some of the fans. Inside the ring Jeremy showed how much of a tough decision this was for him, keeping his head low, struggling to find the words.
JEREMY WARREN: It's been one hell of a ride, I have no regrets and I have no second thoughts. I've been thinking about this a lot recently, I knew that what I needed was a change of scenario, somewhere where I am not "the former champion who never lost the title", but a place where I could start from the ground and work my way up week after week. Believe me, it's with an heavy heart that I took this decision. It's never easy to leave your home, and that's what this place became to me. Professionally, I was born here, I moved my first steps, I graduated... But just like in a man's life, it comes a time when he has to move on to the next chapter of his life. And that moment, whether we like it or not, was a couple of months ago.
I tried to make this work, I literally hung on onto everything, refusing to accept what, deep down, I already realized. FSW was not my home anymore.
He paused for a long moment, shaking his head struggling with his emotions. And thousands of people chanting his name weren't helping him.
JEREMY WARREN: What you just witnessed, was Jeremy Warren's last match in FSW. I hope you enjoyed it, and I apologize for every time I let you down. It's been a true honor performing for you. A huge thank you goes to mister Tyson for giving me this opportunity, to all the staff and crew members. To all the people in the back, I'm sure our paths will cross again. Until then, keep up the great work you're all doing
He looked at the fans one last time, beating his chest, right were the heart his. With one last tibute, all the fans stood on their feet claping her hands and chanting "Thank You Warren" on top of their lungs.
JEREMY WARREN: No.. Thank you...
The words died in his throat. Emotions overwhelmed him, leaving him no chance but to roll out of the ring and walk up the ramp. Standing on the entrance stage, he took a bow, saying his farewell to FSW and its fans.
MATCH 7 - INSECT CASKET MATCH
CHEYENNE VS OTAKI
Wright: Well everyone, it is now time for the moment that a lot of us have been waiting for. We’re finally going to see the long-anticipated face-off between Cheyenne and the FSW Champion Otaki, and it will be with the FSW Championship on the line.
Shelby: I’m going to have to agree with you there, Frankie. For months now we’ve witnessed the FSW Champion being manipulated in ways that no one has ever seen before.
Wright: If you mean that she manipulated Otaki right into giving her daughter’s kidnapper an FSW Championship title match, then yeah, sure.
Shelby: Kidnapper? That’s a little-bit harsh of an accusation, wouldn’t you say?
Wright: No actually I think that it’s pretty spot on Dick.
Shelby: Aww come on now Frankie, you know how this business is.
Wright: Excuse me?
Shelby: That’s how prestigious the FSW Championship has become since Otaki has held it for nearly 200 days now. But hey, little Sarah is alright, she has a new home now and if you ask me a much better guardian than the one that she had before…
Wright: You have got to be kidding me!
Shelby: Nope. The grand puppeteer is not only excellent at mind games, but she’ll be a great mother as well.
Wright: You had better hope that Otaki doesn’t catch wind of the crap that you’re spreading out here Shelb, or you just may be the next one to end up in a casket.
Shelby: Ahh I see. Still staying as impartial as ever, aren’t we Franklin?
Wright: Haha. Hearing you, Dick Shelby, imply that I’m being biased in my job has just made my night.
Shelby: Whatever you say, Frankie. Let’s take it down to Deneen at ringside.
DING DING DING
McQueen: The following contest is scheduled as an insect filled casket match and it is for the FSW Championship!
The above video plays. Then a red headed woman in a figure shrouding tattered black and moss colored floor length Overcoat slowly appears threw the curtain spastic shaking her head back and forth. In her hand she holds a black leather bag that appears to be alive.
McQueen: Introducing first, the challenger. From Chicago, Illinois. She stands at 5 foot 6 and weighs in at 120 pounds… Cheyenne!
The lights flicker off and on to the beat giving the appearance that the woman is blinking in and out towards the ring. Upon reaching the the squared circle, she puts the bag into her mouth then pulls herself up onto the apron then back bends over the top rope flipping into the ring. Holding the bag high above her head she drops the coat revealing underneath a tightly fitted dark green and black top and tight green pants with knee high black boots.
Wright: You can see the casket already sitting at ringside, and from what I’m told, it was filled with all kinds of insects, all supplied by Cheyenne herself.
Shelby: I think it’s pretty safe to say that this gives Otaki a little bit extra motivation not to lose this match here tonight. You know, besides the whole losing her championship deal.
Wright: I don’t think anyone needs to worry about Otaki’s motivations. I think Cheyenne has motivated her enough.
McQueen: And her opponent...
They say we wanted attention
Those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela immediately caused an incredibly loud, and mostly positive, response from the tonight's audience as the purple-haired lady came through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders. The crowd instantly knew that she was Robina Hood and began to become even louder with their cheers.
McQueen: From Sherwood Forest. She stands at 5 foot 6 and weighs in at 148 pounds. She is the FSW Champion… Robina Hood!
Shelby: What?
The forest-dweller throws her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This caused the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the stage floor, revealing her military-styled red dress - with a translucent portion in the front of the skirt - to the cameras, with the FSW Championship securely wrapped around her waist, and generated a lot of wolf whistles from the men and lesbians in attendance, before confidently beginning to walk down the ramp, keeping her distance from the people in attendance while doing so. She didn't waste much time in getting to ringside, up the ring steps and onto the ring apron.
Wright: If you would have been paying attention, you would know by now that this is Otaki’s dangerous alter-ego, Robina Hood!
But instead of immediately entering the ring Miss Hood partly sat down on the middle rope and glanced towards the crowd, giving him a happy looking smile before finally entering the ring. Shortly after entering the ring Robina unfastens the FSW Championship from around her waist, spins around at 270 degrees and punches the air with the Title at the moment “watch me ignite” escaped the P.A. System, electing an even louder response from the people in attendance tonight.
Shelby: Whatever. You can call her whatever you want to call her but she is still Otaki to me.
Wright: Hey man, after all she’s been through over the past few months. I think Otaki has just snapped. This is not going to be good for Cheyenne, no way no how.
Shelby: Are you kidding? This is exactly what Cheyenne wanted. She’s firmly in the head of the soon-to-be-ex champion.
Wright: Now who’s being a bit biased?
Shelby: Oh just shut up and call the damn match already.
Wright: Oooh, harsh words man. Sounds like somebody’s a bit upset.
DING DING DING
The match starts with Senior Referee Jacob Waters standing by the casket that is on the outside of the ring. Inside the ring Cheyenne and Robina Hood square off and Hood takes the fury to her right out of the starting gates. Cheyenne tries to get out of the way but Hood keeps pulling her back in with a series of strikes. Hood captures Cheyenne in the corner and hits her with the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms. Cheyenne in a lot of pain ducks out of the ring for a breather.
Wright: Cheyenne’s chest has to be hurting after those 64 strikes!
Shelby: This is such cheating! Why didn’t Waters get in there and stop Hoodtaki after a five-count? Cheyenne was in the ropes the entire time!
Wright: It’s a casket match, there are no rules.
Shelby: Waters is letting this match go on purpose because he thinks Cheyenne somehow deserves this treatment. Waters is making me sick!
Wright: No offense intended Dick, but uhh, Cheyenne kidnapped Sarah Treamon and she deserves to get her ass kicked here tonight.
Hood follows Chey outside of the ring where a cheap shot turns the tides in Chey’s favor. Chey slams Hood into the steel steps and gains some traction in the momentum game. Cheyenne tries to slam Hood into the announce table but Hood blocks it and slams Cheyenne’s face into the table instead. Cheyenne gets slammed down on the outside with a Grand Finale that seems to tweak something in Cheyenne’s back.
Shelby: Grand Finale by Otaki this early in the match?
Wright: This is Robina Hood that we’re talking about, Dick. It’s like the other side of the Megan Treamon coin.
Shelby: Well, whoever Otaki thinks that she is this week, I’m starting to really like her.
Wright: I bet you are!
Hood gets back up and yanks Cheyenne up with her just to slam her face into the ring post. Cheyenne’s skull hits hard and Cheyenne’s body slumps over the guardrail. Hood drops Chey neck first down on the top of the guardrail before drilling the staggering challenger with a massive Falcon Punch. Cheyenne drops to the ringside floor in a heap. Hood, instead of taking Cheyenne over to the casket, ops to roll her back into the ring.
Wright: I don’t understand, what is Robina doing here?
Shelby: I think it’s pretty obvious Frankie. She wants to hurt Cheyenne. She wants to punish her.
Wright: Punish her by throwing her in the casket full of bugs, Robina. Don’t let Cheyenne get to you like this!
Cheyenne seems to be trying to crawl away from Hood but wisely rakes the eyes of the champion when she tries to pull her up. Cheyenne jumps right on Hood and starts biting at the forehead of the champion. Hood screams out and fights Cheyenne off but Cheyenne is the first back to her feet. Roundhouse kick by Cheyenne seems to dim the lights of Otaki’s alter-ego, and Cheyenne calls for the casket to be opened by the referee.
Shelby: Cheyenne is demanding that the referee open the casket.
Wright: We get our first look inside of this coffin… oh god, it’s literally exactly as I imagined it. Perhaps worse even.
Cheyenne kicks Robina Hood towards the casket.
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Cheyenne gets Hood by the bottom rope. Hood grabs onto the rope.
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Cheyenne tries to kick Hood into the casket, but Robina Hood counters with a Red Mist sprayed up into her face!
Wright: Blood Mist by Otaki… I mean Robina Hood… excuse me.
Shelby: It really does seem like that this Hood girl is just Otaki’s mean streak turned up to eleven. I don’t even think that Otaki was desperate in that situation, I think she just wanted to spray Cheyenne in the eyes with that acid, or whatever it is.
Wright: I think that you’re right, Dick.
The referee closes the coffin as Hood makes her way back up to her feet with a blinded Cheyenne still standing in the middle of the ring. Cheyenne swings wildly with a punch but gets drilled with a second Grand Finale in the center of the ring. Cheyenne really screams out in pain for the second one, and she lays on the canvas with her back arched to try to alleviate the pain. Robina Hood then pulls Cheyenne up just enough to slip in behind her and lock in the Deanimation rear naked choke.
Shelby: I love this. I love the new mean streak by Otaki. She’s absolutely destroying Cheyenne in there, and she has to know that there are no submissions either.
Wright: Otaki, I mean Robina Hood, is literally going to choke the life out of Cheyenne if somebody doesn’t do something!
Shelby: It doesn’t seem like the cavalry is going to arrive any time soon, Frankie.
Wright: Can you blame them?
The crowd cheers as Hood holds in the rear naked choke until Cheyenne is nothing but a lifeless form inside the center of the ring. Hood releases the hold after a minute and drags Cheyenne over to the side of the ring where the casket is awaiting her.
Wright: This match has been all Otaki so far and it seems like Otaki is about to end it.
Robina Hood pushes Cheyenne underneath the bottom rope and pulls her up so that she is standing on the ring apron just above the casket. Cheyenne is out on her feet draped over the ropes. The casket below her is opened.
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Robina Hood pulls a set of brass knuckles out of her tights and places them onto her hand.
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She delivers a massive Falcon Punch to the face of Cheyenne, knocking her backwards into the casket. Hood then reaches through and closes the casket lid. Waters calls for the bell!
Wright: That’s it, this match is over!
Shelby: Robina Hood absolutely killed Cheyenne in impressive fashion tonight!
DING DING DING
McQueen: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and STILL FSW CHAMPION, ROBINA HOOD!!!
The crowd cheers as Hood hops out of the ring and stands next to the casket catching her breath. It doesn’t take Hood long though, to produce a padlock from her trunks and to lock the bug-filled casket shut.
Shelby: Hood just locked Cheyenne into the casket filled with her own creatures! I hope that none of them are carnivorous because who knows how long it will take to get Cheyenne out!
Wright: That’s a good point, Dick. Cheyenne supplied the bugs… who knows how dangerous her little creatures are to human beings?
Robina Hood isn’t done yet, as she grabs the Casket and drags it along up the ramp with her along with the FSW Championship belt. At the top of the stage, Hood stops the casket and slams her fists down on it as if trying to wake Cheyenne up. There’s rattling that emanates from inside the casket but this only makes Hood happy. She disappears into the backstage area for a moment and returns with what appears to be a red gasoline container. The crowd cheers.
Wright: Oh my god. Don’t do this, Otaki! I know that she took your daughter and all, but this is stooping down to Cheyenne’s level!
Shelby: What are you talking about? A few minutes ago you wanted Cheyenne arrested and jailed for kidnapping. So what if Robina Hood is willing to take the law into her own hands?
Wright: This isn’t punishment, Shelby! This could end Cheyenne’s career! This could potentially kill her!
Jacob Waters tries to talk Robina Hood out of doing the unthinkable, but his words do not stop the casket from being soaked in gasoline. Hood steps back and produces a pack of matches which she lights and holds the tiny flame high up in the air for all to see. With a sadistic look in her eye she tosses the book of matches onto the gas-soaked casket and in an instant the metal coffin is engulfed in flames! Hood stands right by and watches the ten, sometimes fifteen foot high flames roll off of the bug filled casket that has Cheyenne still trapped inside.
Wright: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Cheyenne is in the casket that Otaki had just lit on fire! We need the Fire Department out here!!!
Hood shows absolutely no remorse for her actions. If anything, there is a small grin on her face.
Shelby: Trainers and EMTs are coming out with fire extinguishers right now, Frankie… but I’m afraid it may be too late. The damage may already be done.
Wright: Robina Hood, Otaki’s more sinister alter-ego, has just set Cheyenne’s casket on fire with Cheyenne trapped inside! I don’t even think that I can believe this!
Shelby: Well, believe it. Robina Hood is clearly the new sheriff in town. Mess with her at your own risk.
MATCH 8
KRISTIAN BANE VS RUSH HARTWELL
Bane kicks off the match with a Big Boot followed by a Leg Drop. He goes for the pin but Hartwell kicks out. Bane drags Hartwell to his feet. Bane scoops up Hartwell, attempts a Running Powerslam but Hartwell is able to slide out the back. As Bane turns, Hartwell connects with Fireworks. Hartwell heads to the corner. He goes to the top turnbuckle, he connects with an Elbow Drop. He goes for the cover but the ref kicks out. Hartwell is up, waiting for Bane to get to his feet. He attempts Fireworks again but Bane is ready and catches the foot of Hartwell, using his strength to push him hard to the mat.
Hartwell rushes back to his feet and charges at Bane, but Bane connects with a Flapjack, followed by Chaos Theory. He makes the cover and the ref makes the 3 count.
Magdalena Lockheart sits alone in her dressing room preparing for the upcoming ToP finals match. She’s seated with her head down in a dark corner of the room almost as if she is meditating. There's a knock at the door. Before Magdalena can even respond she turns her head to see PRIME/FSW Superstar Criss Cassidy filling the threshold. Maggie jumps up and clenches her fist prepared for a fight. Cassidy, however, remains calm as he leans against the doorframe.
Criss Cassidy: You can relax Maggie. I'm not here for another brawl
Magdalena Lockheart: Then what are you here for?
Criss Cassidy: I'm here to congratulate you. You've been very impressive on your way to the finals and I wanted to wish you good luck.
Magdalena lowers her fists and takes another step towards Criss. Toe to toe, their height difference is accentuated and Magdalena has to look skyward to make simple eye contact.
Criss Cassidy: You know if you wanna kiss me just do it already.
Criss smirks as he extends his hand. Maggie rolls her eyes and looks down at Criss’s extended hand and back up at him. She places her hands on her hips and swings her light blue hair to the side.
Magdalena Lockheart: Seriously? I want to shake your hand, Criss. God only knows that I respect your talent.
Criss Cassidy: God knows, but I didn't.
Magdalena Lockheart: After that beating that you gave me in the semis, I realize that either one of us could have gone on to face Reid. It probably wouldn’t have even mattered.
Criss Cassidy: A crazy match it was. And I have no shame in saying, I lost to a woman. You're something special Lockheart. A future star of wrestling.
Criss’s words make Maggie stop in her tracks. She looks up at him for a moment and is speechless.
Magdalena Lockheart: Do you really think so?
Criss Cassidy: There's no doubt about it. You’re been doing extremely well. Whether JT wants to see it or not.
Maggie nods as Criss refers to the General Manager of FSW, James Tyson.
Magdalena Lockheart: Well thank you. That means a lot to me, to hear you say those things.
Criss Cassidy: Don’t mention it. Now you go on out there tonight and finish this thing off. I think you know that you got the whole world rooting for you. Just remember, it aint nothing. You just go out there and do you, and there’s no way that you can lose.
Magdalena reaches out and places her hand in Criss’s. She looks up into his eyes and for a moment the two stars shake hands.
Magdalena Lockheart: I won’t let you down, Criss. And besides, your day is coming. I know that I owe you a rematch, I just hope that the next time that we face that there can be some gold on the line.
Criss Cassidy: Well, I was hoping that the next time that we were face to face that we would be… well… you know…
Maggie gasps as Criss smirks
Criss Cassidy: Sitting across from one another having a lovely meal. What, you thought that I meant something else?
Maggie smiles and shoves Criss playfully.
Magdalena Lockheart: Oh you! You get out of my locker room! I’ve got a match to prepare for… geesh!
Criss Cassidy: Alright, fine. But if you keep turning me down I'm gonna eventually stop offering!
Maggie continues to shove Cassidy right on out of the doorway.
Magdalena Lockheart: Who said that I was gonna say no? Hmm?
Cassidy smirks and goes to respond, but Maggie grabs the door.
Magdalena Lockheart: Bye bye now!
The locker room door closes in the middle of his sentence. Still he has the biggest smirk on his face.
Criss Cassidy: ...you know my number.
TOURNAMENT OF POWER FINALS
XAVIER REID Vs MAGDALENA LOCKHEART
Wright: We've seen a helluva lot go on tonight. The re-debut of Krimson Blaze. The farewell of Jeremy Warren as he moves to Rampage in 2018, and I wish him nothing but the best, and hopes he kicks major ass on Fridays.
Shelby: Dilly dilly!
Wright: I can't believe....never mind. Dilly Dilly!
Shelby: There you go partner!
Wright: We've seen our champion set her opponent and a whole lotta bugs on fire tonight, as this new persona of hers shows no mercy. And that whole business with Maggie and that group of guys....what the hell was that about?
Shelby: I don't know, but right here, right now, we've got two of the best in the business vying to face Robina Hood-taki at WrestleFest! Let's not waste another second. To the ring, dilly dilly!
Deneen: Our second main event of the evening is set for one fall....
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Deneen:....and is the Tournament of Power Finale! Introducing first....from Inwood, New York....MAGDALENA LOCKHEART!!!!
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.
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.
Deneen: And her opponent....currently residing in Japan....XAVIER REID!!!!
The lights inside the arena go out as Cochise starts up. A single strobe light flashes in the direction of the stage. As the lyrics come in Xavier walks out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. He paces back and forth across the stage before walking to the edge of the ramp and raising his arms into the air, crossing his forearms into a X over his head. He walks down to the ring, eyes glued on the ring and ignores the fans he passes. Xavier marches up the steps and jumps into the ring. He heads right to the corner and climbs up to the middle rope and once again raises his arms into the air and crossed his forearms into a X.
Wright: Both Maggie and Xavier staring a hole through each other waiting on the bell to ring.
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Shelby: Maggie and Reid move face to face in the center of the ring. Reid appears to be talking some serious smack to Lockheart.
Wright: I’m waiting for Maggie to lose it and unload on him.
Maggie doesn’t though. She stands there stoically as Reid’s verbal onslaught continues, but just as Reid was getting revved up, Maggie jolts Reid with a lightning bolt of a right hand slap to his face.
Shelby: A disrespectful slap from Maggie! Man, I have goose bumps!
Wright: Big right hand from Maggie!
The shot staggers Reid, but he retaliates with one of his own. Soon they are trading punches in the middle of the ring. Maggie manages to land three consecutive rights, but Reid counters with a knee to the abdomen. He pushes Maggie into the ropes and whips him off. Maggie reverses the Irish whip. Reid bounds off of the ropes and comes back, just ducking a stiff clothesline from Maggie. Reid hits the other side, and Maggie sets up to backdrop him. Reid counters with a kick, but Maggie was ready for it. She grabs Reid by the boot and pulls him to the middle of the ring.
Shelby: Reid’s a one-legged man in there!
Wright: Maggie spins him around… big atomic drop!
The impact sends Reid over the top rope and to the floor to regroup. He takes his time before sliding back under the bottom rope. Back inside, the two lock up. Maggie grabs a headlock. She cranks it in good before Reid can escape via a hammerlock. He trips Maggie up with a double leg takedown, then applies the hammerlock from the canvas, laying it in. Maggie slowly gets up to one knee, then two. She reaches up to clutch Reid’s head then jumps up. She hurls her top half forward, throwing Reid off balance, and over his head. Reid is up quickly, eating a standing dropkick, then another. Maggie gains early control.
Shelby: These two are evenly matched. But so far, Maggie has been able to counter every Reid attack.
They go to lock up again, but instead Reid lay in a thumb to Maggie's eye. He whips her into the corner and charges with a running clothesline. He bulldogs her out of the corner and goes for a quick cover… earning a two count.
Wright: You were saying?
Reid picks Maggie up and deposits her with a jarring body slam. He then hits the ropes three times in a row, landing three big time elbow drops.
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Shelby: ...and Maggie just does kick out. Reid was hammering her into the canvas with those rapid fire elbow drops.
Wright: This portion of your main event is brought to you by your local DO-IT Center!
Xavier follows up quickly by sending Maggie into the ropes. He drops his head for a backdrop, but Maggie flips over his back. Reid turns… arm drag by Maggie. Maggie sinks the armbar in deep, torquing the arm severely. Reid rolls to his knees and powers his way up, forcing Maggie into the ropes. He shoots her off. Maggie comes back with a shoulder block, flooring Xavier. She quickly grabs his legs…
Shelby: Slingshot over the top rope!
Reid splats hard on the concrete floor. Maggie is quick to follow him outside. As Reid rises, he catches a downward stomp from the apron.
Shelby: Maggie with a hard whip into the railing… reversal from Reid!
Crash! Maggie's spine squarely hits the railing, making fans scatter in it’s wake. Reid charges in…
Shelby: Spear!
Wright: Holy crap!
The railing is shoved back about three rows from the impact. Maggie crumples into a heap on the concrete floor.
Shelby: That was a malicious move that hardly ever works, but Reid pulled it off.
Wright: I’m telling ya Dickie boy, Reid has Maggie's number.
Reid keeps up the offensive. He picks up Maggie for a suplex, but instead drops her stomach first on the railing. He then climbs to the apron. The fans all rise to their feet as he runs down the apron towards Maggie…
Shelby: Legdrop from the apron onto the doubled over Lockheart!
Wright: Chuck Norris would be proud!
Reid rolls Maggie back into the ring and climbs to the top rope. He leaps, landing a brutal diving head butt. The force nearly knocks Maggie out. The referee lays on the count.
Shelby: You may be right, Frankie. Reid seems to be taking out all kinds of aggression on the champ.
Wright: It might not do him any good, the referee’s count is up to seven.
At eight, Reid crawls to Maggie and drapes an arm over her…
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Wright: Did she get the shoulder up?
Shelby: I think the referee is saying she did.
Wright: Wow, that would have been a major upset only fifteen minutes in.
Reid is up first. He whips Maggie into the ropes and ducks his head. Maggie traps him and locks on the front face lock. Before she can land the DDT, Reid goes to take her over in a northern lights suplex. Maggie counters the attempt with an elbow smash to the back of the neck. She spins and tries to hit a neck breaker, but Reid traps one arm and goes for a backslide. They fight each other in the backslide position, scrapping for control.
Shelby: These two are countering each others counters!
Wright: And somehow Maggie gets control of the move!
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Reid escapes and tries to scamper to his feet. Before he can…
Shelby: Superma...er...girl punch!
Wright: Maggie just insulted Reid by nailing him with one of his own trademark maneuvers!
The punch nets her a two and a half count. Maggie picks up Reid and rocks him with three successive backbreakers, never dropping him in between each.
Shelby: She’s motioning to these Melbourne fans that she’s going to end it.
She traps Reid’s legs and flips him…
Wright: Sharpshooter! We have a sharpshooter here down under!
In the ring, Reid is crying out in agony. He tries to power out to no avail. Maggie sits back even farther. As she does, Reid uses the momentum to slide toward the ropes. He extends an arm and crawls like a wounded soldier across the battlefield.
Wright: Reid has got to get to that bottom rope, Dick. If he doesn’t, this match won’t go thirty more seconds.
Shelby: Maggie is losing her grip.
Feeling the hold begin to weaken, Maggie goes to readjust. Reid uses this time to roll over and kick her away. Maggie is sent headfirst into the referee’s skull. The audible crack reverberates thru the arena.
Shelby: That was sick!
Wright: We have a zebra down! I repeat, zebra down.
Shelby: And that looks like it may have taken a lot out of Maggie as well.
Both fighters stand and look out to the crowd as the fans packing the Rod Laver Arena continue to cheer. Reid starts to slide to the outside, when suddenly their attention is turned to the top of the ramp where other FSW stars begin to appear. Kristian Bane and Lexie Glass are first. They are followed by Lancer, Ian Icon, and finally Stephen Kingston.
Wright: Wait a second, what’s going on?
Shelby: This must be the locker room coming out to show our two finalists some respect, too.
Wright: That’s just showing everyone, including the rest of the EWC, what kind of camaraderie we have. Future Stars of Wrestling is a family and when push comes to shove we are all members of the same team here, and what a strong team that it is.
Bane, Glass, Icon, Lancer, and Kingston all line up and begin to make their way down to the ring. Instead of getting up into the ring, the five circle the ring with Kingston raiding the area behind the announce tables, tossing steel chairs to each of the other four. Icon, Kingston, Lancer, and Bane each take their chair and stand at the four sides of the ring surrounding it.
Shelby: Uhh, Frankie. I think you might have spoke too soon.
Wright: What’s going on here?
Both Lockheart and Reid look around the ring as these four FSW stars each pull themselves up on the ring apron with steel chairs in hand. Reid and Lockheart go back to back with their fists raised. Lancer is the first in the ring, followed by Bane and Kingston, with Ian Icon stepping in last.
Wright: Bane, Lancer, Icon, and Kingston all have steel folding chairs in hand and they’ve surrounded the ring!
Shelby: ...and Reid and Lockheart have just been thru a 30 minute war that isn't even finishes yet. They’re sitting ducks out here!
With Lexie Glass keeping the ramp area guarded, things aren’t looking good for the two in the middle of the ring. Suddenly, Reid lunges for Kingston and the fight is on! Ian Icon and Bane turn right for Reid beating him in the back with their steel chairs as it leaves Magdalena Lockheart standing face to face with Lancer. Lancer cocks the steel folding chair back and… stops. He hands his chair to Lockheart, who then turns and hits Reid in the back with the chair!
Wright: Oh my God, no!
Shelby: Oh my God is right!
It doesn’t take long for the four in the ring to start stomping down on Reid with Lockheart standing off to the side admiring their work. Lockheart barks out orders for Icon who pulls Reid’s head up off of the mat. He places his chair underneath Reid’s face. Magdalena waits and when the moment is right she jumps up into the air and stomps down on the back of Reid’s head with the Lacrimosa, sending him face first into the chair below. The crowd here in Melbourne is absolutely stunned.
Shelby: I don’t know what’s going on, but Magdalena Lockheart just curb stomped Xavier Reid’s face into oblivion.
Wright: I don’t know what’s going on either, but you can damn sure bet that Lockheart is in the middle of it!
There’s cheers from the stunned crowd as James Larson comes running down the ramp to take on Lexie Glass who’s guarding that area. Glass and Larson fight chair versus chain, and Larson looks as though he is going to get the upper hand until Ian Icon slides out of the ring and stops his momentum. The crowd cheers again as Rush Hartwell appears from the crowd, hopping over the barricade to slide into the ring to go straight for Kristian Bane. Hartwell gets Bane on the ground and starts pounding on him until Stephen Kingston drills Hartwell in the back with a chair as well. Kingston, Lancer, and Lockheart stomp the hell out of Hartwell before they toss him and Xavier Reid out of the ring.
Wright: Well, it seems like it’s not the entire locker room who wants to turn their back on Reid.
Shelby: Are we sure that this is about Reid, though?
Wright: Well, they sure beat the hell out of him.
The four in the ring all nod at one another and slide out of the ring at once. They make their way towards the announce table.
Wright: What’s going on here, what are you-
Kristian Bane grabs the announce table and flips the entire thing over with one powerful throw. The announcer’s microphones are immediately cut, which wouldn’t matter as they run away for cover along with Deneen McQueen. Lockheart once again directs her co-conspirators to trash the remnants of the table. Lockheart makes sure to break the monitors as Kingston and Icon grab cameras right out of the cameramans hands. They throw them to the ground, breaking them.
Lockheart and Lexie Glass share an embrace as the two women walk around the ring. What once was cheers are now boos from the crowd. Bane, Kingston, Icon, and Lancer go to work tearing up the ring, ripping the ring apron and using blades to cut up the canvas. Bane grabs a pair of bolt cutters that were hidden under the ring and he uses them to cut up the ropes. Glass and Lockheart make it to the top of the ramp where they start to tear up the stage itself.
The four men absolutely destroy the ring and leave the ringside area completely removed of people and cameras. Satisfied with their work, they each pat their cohorts on the chest and make a motion to leave the ring. They make their way up the ramp leaving broken bodies in their wake and they meet up with Glass and Lockheart. On the stage, the six people turn back towards the ring and look at the damage that they had just done. They raise each other’s hands high in victory.
Reid, Larson, and Hartwell are all beginning to stir, with Reid looking up at the top of the stage with a scowl on his face. The final shot shows Lockheart, Icon, Kingston, Bane, Glass, and Lancer standing tall on the stage after destroying everything. Lockheart grins and blows a kiss to Reid to end the show.
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Blaze d. Roberts
MATCH 2 - Larson d. Gully
MATCH 3 - Angel d. Glass
MATCH 4 - Double countout
MATCH 5 - Nomad d. Cassidy
MATCH 6 - Nostalgia d. Warren
MATCH 7 - Otaki(as Robina Hood) d. Cheyenne
MATCH 8 - Bane d. Hartwell
MAIN EVENT - No contest
MVP: Reid/Maggie
WRITERS : JT, Nos, Rebel, Maggie, Warren, Cassidy, Reid, Otaki
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