Post by PARAMOUNT on Apr 1, 2018 23:19:38 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.
"Reid is King"
"We love Robina Hood"
"Tyson needs new music!"
Dick Shelby: Happy Easter Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to FSW #57 and coming off the historic Stranglemania XIII which broke records and now stands as the BIGGEST non-boxing pay per view event in history!!!
Franklin Wright: And had you cheap bastards not streamed it illegally we might have been the biggest of all time so thanks a lot…
Dick Shelby: And FSW history was made at Stranglemania when Magdalena Lockheart faced off with Xavier Reid in a Glass Tables Match for the FSW Championship…
The camera cuts to video footage of Xavier Reid walking to the ring followed by Magdalena Lockheart’s walk to the ring
Dick Shelby: With a rivalry that sparked at FSW #51 at the finals of the ToP we knew we were in for a violent match at Stranglemania…
A Superman Punch from Reid...an Enziguri kick from Lockheart...a Fireman's carry suplex off the top rope from Xavier and then Double Stomp from Magdalena…
Dick Shelby: Each one looking to put the other through a glass table and take the victory and the FSW Championship…
A Russian Leg Sweep by Magdalena sends Xavier headfirst into the glass tabel but it doesn’t break and then Xavier face plants Magdalena onto the glass table but once again the glass table does not break…
Dick Shelby: We...like Xavier and Magdalena were wondering what it was going to take to break that glass and then…
Xavier, with handcuffs in his hand, connects to the skull of Magdalena Lockheart that sends her falling back on the table...again and again Xavier connects to the face of the champion until Magdalena is unconscious. Xavier handcuffs Magdalena’s right arm to the leg of the table and then the left arm to the table. The crowd comes to their feet as Xavier climbs to the top rope and looks down at the FSW Champion…
Dick Shelby: With Magdalena unconscious and handcuffed to the table Xavier Reid ended the FSW Championship title reign with one final leap…
Xavier explodes off the top rope and comes crashing down with X-Marks The Spot and the glass table shatters everywhere as the bell rings…
Dick Shelby: And with that the FSW has a NEW Champion in Xavier Reid!!!!
Franklin Wright: Something I’m sure made James Tyson the happiest man at Stranglemania.
Dick Shelby: We have been told that Magdalena Lockheart is here tonight in El Paso, Texas and will address the FSW later tonight but now....let’s welcome the NEW FSW CHAMPION...XAVIER REID!!!
And with that the lights inside Don Haskins Center and the jumbo screen comes to life as the FSW fans come to their feet...
‘Cochise’ plays out as the lights come back on and the camera cuts to the stage where Xavier Reid is standing with the FSW Championship held into the air. He walks towards the ring holding the FSW Championship out so the fans can touch it as he passes. Xavier climbs the steps and enters the ring, standing in the middle of the ring and holds the FSW Championship up into the air as the fans shower him and the ring with streamers...
The FSW staff rush to clear the ring of the streamers as Xavier walks over and takes a microphone from Deneen McQueen. He stretches out the FSW Championship in the center of the ring...between him and the ramp.
Xavier Reid: Last fall I came to the FSW with only ONE goal in mind...winning that!!!!
Xavier points down at the FSW Championship
Xavier Reid: I was mocked by my peers, they wondered why someone with my past would sign with the developmental brand of the company when I could have easily picked up the phone and called Victor Price or Michael Saint and walked right out on either Brawl or Rampage but I wanted to EARN my way back...a concept a few around here could not wrap their heads around but I didn’t do this for them or to earn their respect...this was to prove to myself that I was in fact back and worthy of calling myself the FSW Champion!!!
The fans cheer as Xavier takes a moment
Xavier Reid: When I signed here Otaki held that belt and she was more than JUST the FSW Champion, she was a bonafide EWC superstar. She elevated that championship to the point where when people talked about the best the EWC had to offer she was in the conversation. She forced the people in this company to look at the FSW and see us as more than JUST developmental as she set her sights on the biggest prize in this company, the EWC Undisputed World Championship. Otaki set the standard for all FSW Champions to live up to…
Xavier pauses to allow the fans to stand and applaud Otaki…
Xavier Reid: Then Magdalena Lockheart came along, The Future of the FSW…
But the cheers quickly turn into some boos from the sold out crowd
Xavier Reid: Listen we might not like it but Magdalena Lockheart picked right up where Otaki left off when she won the FSW Championship at Wrestlefest and had the wrestling world watching the FSW as she literally tore the house down. She wanted more, where others in the EWC came to the FSW for Otaki, Magdalena took that title and went after those on Brawl and Rampage, she wanted to make damn sure they all knew who she was and what the FSW was all about.
The boos die out and the fans, though reluctantly cheer...a little
Xavier Reid: Otaki and Magdalena set the bar extremely high for all future FSW Champions and now it’s my time to live up to what that belt mean...and set the bar even higher for the next champion.
The crowd cheers for this announcement
Xavier Reid: To continue to elevate the FSW Championship within the EWC. For other champions in the EWC to look at this title and see it on par with their championship gold...and not just look at it as a developmental championship, something to look as and see as lesser. Morgan Darkwater, Ace King, Nostalgia and Kendrick Kross...all champions in the EWC...all held to an elite standard...well boys it’s time to make some room...another champion is about to crash your party.
Xavier Reid: I came here to the FSW with one goal in mind…
Xavier points at the FSW Championship
Xavier Reid: Winning that belt and now that i’ve crossed that off my list it’s time to go down as one of the great FSW Champions of all time and I know each and every person in the back is plotting and planning their own way of separating that title from my hands and ushering in their own era here in FSW...that Magdalena Lockheart is sitting back there pissed off at the world that I am out here and she is not. That Hardcore Revolution is looming and tonight in this very ring Otaki faces off with Sebastian Conner and the winner places themselves right at the top of the list for a shot at the FSW Championship and I wish you both the best of luck...I’ll be watching and waiting for whoever walks out the winner but know this...
Xavier Reid: I didn’t come all this way...listen to all the shit...bust my ass just to watch someone else replace me as FSW Champion...make no mistake about it...my focus...my ONLY focus is the FSW and that championship…
The fans start to chant…
Xavier smiles as the fans cheer
Xavier Reid: For the last few days everywhere I go people want answers to the Luke Wolfe question...why was he stalking you...why were you with him at Stranglemania…
The crowd readies themself
Xavier Reid: And that is a story for another time...tonight is not the time but soon...all will be revealed...in time….
Xavier drops the microphone and picks up the FSW Championship and puts it over his shoulder as he makes his way out of the ring
The scene opens to Criss Cassidy sitting in the FSW training room with head doctor Maddison Lay. Criss slides on a protective sleeve over his knee as Dr. Lay makes sure his knee is stable.
Dr. Lay: You've very lucky to only have a MCL sprain. Why didn't you come and see me earlier Christopher? You really shouldn't be having a match tonight.
Cassidy: I'm sorry Doc, I didn't think it was that big of a deal.
Dr. Lay: You didn't think the swelling or that large bruise was that big of a deal? Chris, you need to take care of yourself. Longevity in this business is tough to come by. I want you to ice everyday and see the physical therapist twice a week. That's the only way I'm gonna clear you for anymore matches.
Cassidy: I hear you Doc, I will start taking better care of myself.
Dr. Lay: That’s a relie-
Before the male could finish the word ‘relief’ a chocolate egg is placed down upon a desk nearby them both. They drift their eyes to the source of the egg...the Purple Haired Dynamo standing in a doorway. But which version of her is it? Judging by the carefree expression on her face we seem to be in the presence of Otaki.
Otaki: Well maybe if you didn't go all flippy shit off that wall, you wouldn't be in this predicament.
The Purple Haired Dynamo stands in the doorway with a smile on her face. Cassidy looks startled but the Emo Princess holds out her hand.
Otaki: Hold on tiger, I ain’t here to pick a fight. So don’t worry about me making things complicated before your match. If anything I’m just here to thank you for such a fun fight back at Stranglemania.
She said with a brighter smile before grabbing the wrapped up chocolate.
Otaki: Don’t worry, this is just an Easter egg, since today - at least according to Google - is Easter Sunday. So please accept this as both an Easter present but also as a sign of respect since, no matter what feelings we may or may not have beforehand, you’ve earned my respect at Stranglemania.
Cassidy takes the egg and unwraps it, revealing the chocolate. He takes a bite and looks pleased.
Cassidy: Hmm, pretty good.
The Englishwoman smiles at this before glancing over at the doctor.
Otaki: Make sure that Criss is alright enough for his match against Kristian Bane, the guy’s dangerous enough without having a limb to target, okay?
Dr. Lay: Sur-
Doctor Lay starts reaching out to accept The Emo Princess’ extended hand. Only to suddenly buzz and jump in pain once their palms touch...revealing a joy buzzer in the palm of the hand.
Otaki: Happy April Fool’s Day.
The milky skinned woman said with a giggle before looking at Criss again.
Otaki: Good luck against Kristian.
Cassidy: Good luck against Sebastian.
The Englishwoman couldn’t help but giggle a little more with a slight shake of her own head.
Otaki: You make your own luck.
After saying her words Otaki turns and heads of towards the door, giving the male a positive thumb up before disappearing from the room so he can check on the still shocked doctor.
Criss Cassidy leaves the training room and walks down the hall. He gets the sudden feeling he is being watched and pauses, looking around the facility. He doesn’t see anyone and continues on but his feeling was correct as two malevolent figures watch his every move from the outside. A fit of laughter escapes the purple shaded lips of Margot the Mad.
Margot the Mad: That’s him right? Can I take him out now?Please?
Maestro places his hand on the swell of Margot the Mad’s back.
Maestro: Patience doll. Patience. That is Criss Cassidy. I had to make sure it was one and the same. He was a big attraction for MY team. Until he quit hoops to fuckin’ wrestle of all things.
Margot the Mad reaches into her tight fight black dress, pulling out a pouch similar to the one used at Stranglemania. She is giggling as she say…
Margot the Mad: It could only take two seconds. I’ll take right hand of his as a trophy.
Margot the Mad hops around, then blows a kiss towards Criss. Maestro turns, beginning to walk away.
Maestro: LOVE the enthusiasm dollface. But now is not the time. I just had to be sure. You better fuckin’ believe he will get what’s coming to him. Just like Nostalgia, just like the rest of them. Come on, I got an idea. He has a pretty little friend, and it would be rude not to introduce ourselves to her.
Margot the Mad begins laughing hysterically as she uses her pointer finger and thumb to act like a gun, squeezing the pretend trigger, her thumb, and shouting “BANG!” Margot the Mad was so loud in fact, Cassidy actually heard that. He turns to where the deadly duo were just standing, instead again, Criss sees no one. Criss Cassidy shakes it off, continuing to his destination.
Maestro and Margot the Mad continue down the hall a bit until they happen to see Kristian Bane, fury in his eyes, coming their way. Maestro puts his arm in front of Margot the Mad, halting their progress. Maestro has an idea.
Maestro: Hey you’re Kristian Bane right?
Bane aggressively snaps back.
Bane: Yeah. Who’s asking?
Maestro: Who I am isn’t important. Now what I HEARD. Now that. That is something you will want to hear my friend.
Bane: Well...I ain’t got all day. Spit it out old man.
Maestro takes the jab in stride, feigning a smile.
Maestro: My friend, we were just walking hanging out, over by the training room. Low and behold what do we hear? Criss Cassidy mouthing off about how he had more talent in his right hand than you PERIOD. There was more, but yo...
Margot the Mad can’t help herself, she wanted in on the fun.
Margot the Mad: Yeah, and he said that you have no marbles.. whatever that means.
The red faced, heated Bane doesn’t even acknowledge Maestro or Margot the Mad as he storms off to his find Criss Cassidy. Maestro and Margot the Mad continue on their journey of misguided vengeance.
Bane is seen in an absolute rage as he searches for the incompetent and rather small brained doofus they call Criss Cassidy.
Bane: WHERE IS HE?!?!?!?!
Screaming through the backstage hallway corridors, he is seen throwing whatever is in front of him and in arms reach.
Bane: WHEN I FIND YOU I WONT STOP!!!!
His face turned a crimson red as he grabs stagetech and backstage workers and grills them! When they don’t have the answer he slings them into a wall or down an empty hallway.
Bane: Good for nothing peasants!! COME OUT CRISS!! YOU CAN TALK BEHIND MY BACK!! DO IT TO MY FACE!!
The returning Elizabeth Chambers makes her Future Stars debut by taking on the resident everyman Kyle Gautier...and this was a match that was better than the experts thought. Chambers gained an early advantage and tried to wear down Gautier with her impact moves, even hitting a standing moonsault and holding Gautier down for a two count, but Gautier fought back hard, flipping the script on Chambers and catching her with a Falling Upward as she was about to go for another moonsault, and Gautier gets out with a well earned win.
Drazo Lazarus is standing in the middle of the ring with the mic before his match with James Larson. Instead of the cocky, smug vibe he usually gives off. Draco seems dejected and distracted. Standing behind him is the silent Samoan "The Reaper" Azrael. Azrael grunts, handing him few pieces of paper. Draco unfolds the papers, clears his throat.
Draco Lazarus: I wanted to come out here to apologize.To Miss Pretty Pretty Princess. to Mustache, to Heavenly Nevaeh, to Pirate Punch and Kick, to the Chain Wielding Wanker, and to Head Honchos Mac and Tyson.
Draco clears his throat.
Draco: I AM DRACO LAZARUS AND I AM SORRY!
The crowd is shocked to silence. So quiet in fact, you could hear a fart from the third row. Draco walks around the ring with his head down, until he gets back to the point of origin. He lifts his head with a maniacal look in his eye, and a mischievous look in his face.
Draco: APRIL FOOL’S!
Draco begins chuckling hard, slapping his knee, a little too amused at the lame joke attempt. The crowd is not amused, nor is the Silent Giant behind him.
Draco: Well, we are obviously in Texas. Of course you bunch of gullible fools fell for that. Fuckin’ El Paso, which of course, is Spanish, for The Shithouse. And that is exactly how it smells in here. I wish you lazy Iphone scrollers would clean your bodies as often as your guns.
The crowd rains down Draco with boos and jeers.
Draco: El Paso, this fuckin’ place. It is truly astonishing how many losers have overtaken every square mile of this dreadful place. Trump got it wrong, he should have started building that wall right above The Shithouse called El Paso, keep you fuckers from ruining America’s gene pool.
Again the arena fills with boos and jeers.
Draco: OH SHUT UP ALREADY! WHEN I AM TALKING, YOU ALL SHUT YOUR FUCKIN MOUTHS! No one cares what you pathetic porn addicts think.
Of course, this just makes the boos and jeers louder.
Draco: MAGGIE! OOOOOH MAGGIE! Where for art thou bitch? Come on down you Goth Tramp. I got a gift for FSW’s most attractive ELF.
Draco pauses, looks at his imaginary watch, then continues, not even giving Magdalena Lockheart a chance to come down.
Draco: Yeah That’s What I thought. Little Pretty Princess is scared! Notice Draco Lazarus comes to town, and suddenly, the Princess of FSW is nowhere to be found. You’re WELCOME!
Draco chuckles to himself, always enjoying himself more than he should.
Draco: Well Zelda, after I am done wiping the floor with this scrub, I am coming for you. YOU RUINED MY DEBUT!! AND FOR THAT YOU WILL PAY!!
Draco thumbs his nose with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
Draco: But Little Miss Entitled is not the only reason I decided to give all you Facebook phonies the privilege of hearing me speak… Kyle Guatier. Such a glorious mustache, wasted on such a fool. It would be a shame if someone, I don’t know, SHAVED IT OFF! First, I eliminate you from the Battle Royal. Now, I will eliminate your mustache from your stupid face.
Draco holds up the pieces of paper in the air, and circles the ring.
Draco:Now, if you will excuse me, I have a very important announcement to make. As per my contract, if I deemed unable to perform by my person medical staff, this big guy behind me is allowed to wrestle in my stead. Thanks to the multiple, unprovoked, malicious attacks from Magdalena Lockheart. In my hand, I have a doctor's note, instructing me, Draco Lazarus, not to perform, so I do not endanger the chance for all you overweight Fast Food fanatics can continue to bask in my glory for the foreseeable future.
Suddenly, “Trophies” by Drake blares through the loudspeakers, cheers from the crowd immediately follow. It takes a few seconds for James Tyson to make his way to the stage, microphone in hand. The fans are excited to see how Tyson responds to this ludicrous announcement. Tyson begins speaking as he makes his way to the ring.
James Tyson: Draco Lazarus. I am aware of that little loophole you created yourself in your contract. But...I want to see this "doctor's note for myself.
Draco: You don't believe me? What a great manager you are. You are supposed to trust your employees. Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty.
Draco probably would have continued his rant, but Tyson does the world a favor and cuts him of..
James Tyson: Draco, if this is true, as much as I hate to do it, I will abide by the terms of you contract. If not, you need to quit your whining, stop wasting these fans and my time, and wrestle your damn DEBUT match.
Draco throws his hands up and stomps his foot on the mat with Tyson now standing in front of him. Tyson reaches out, waiting for Draco to hand him the "doctor's" note. Draco hesitates, then slowly extends his arm before pulling the papers back. Then doing it again, this time Tyson is about to reach out, but Draco pulls back again.
James Tyson: Quit these damn games and give me the papers.
Tyson rips the papers from the grip of Draco. Draco again throws his arms up, this time walking over, kicking the bottom rope a few times. He begins to shake the ropes as Tyson peruses the document. He gets to the very end, just shaking his hand.
Tyson: Dr. Evil? Dr. Evil? You expect me to believe your doctor's name is Dr. Evil?
Draco looks flustered, muttering something under his breath, most likely expletives not made for television. Draco is not happy he get caught, but won't keep him trying, as he snaps back.
Draco: YOU'RE PRONOUNCING IT WRONG...IT sounds like A-B-L-E. HE'S GERMAN DAMNIT!
Tyson isn't buying it, and doesn't even dignify that nonsense with a response as he tears the papers to shreds in the center of the ring.
Tyson: Now, let's this match started. Draco Lazarus, you will be competing against James Larson. Enjoy the rest of the show ladies and gentlemen.
"Trophies" plays again as James Tyson makes his way out of the ring and up the ramp. Meanwhile Draco Lazarus is throwing a fit in the ring. Stomping on the mat, kicking the ropes, cursing. As James Larson is introduced, Draco finally going to his corner, still mumbling expletives and excuses.
And with that, James Larson went after the the debuting Draco with a bit of renewed vigor, which caught Draco off guard, as he clearly wasn't expecting to wrestle tonight, but Draco showed just why he was a prized signing for the brand, as he started to break down Larson slowly, gaining the advantage and working him over, before finally putting him away with the Gold Star...getting his first FSW victory
Kyle Gautier is showing off his Cowbell and impressive mustache to a group of arena employees backstage near his locker room. Retelling the story of how he became the Number One Contender to the Undefeated Title. Kyle then begins describing how he and his Cowbell, the newly affectionately named Ding-A-Ling displayed bravery. That is, until his story is interrupted by a Slowclap as Draco Lazarus approaches
Draco: Well Mustache, if I eliminated you. Doesn’t that make me the Number One Contender to the Undefeated Title?
Kyle: I ain’t scared of you. I got my trusty Cowbell, Ding-A-Ling here.
Draco taking a few slow steps closer, Lazarus hands the Golden Cane to “The Reaper” Azrael reaches into his pockets.
Draco: I brought a few toys as well.
Draco pulls out a pair of hairdresser shears and razor.
Draco: You don’t deserve that mustache. You don’t deserve attention from human beings. And you don’t belong in EWC.
Draco nods his head toward Kyle, a signal for Azrael to charge at Kyle Gautier. The crew scatters as the silent Samoan strides toward Kyle. Kyle is ready with his Cowbell, Ding-A-Ling. He goes to swing it, but it is blocked by Azrael. Azrael leans his head back than comes down with a powerful Headbutt to Kyle Gautier. Azrael grabs the neck of Kyle with both hands and smashes him against the wall. Kyle drops to ground, Draco instructs Azrael to hold him up and still. Azrael locks up the arms of Kyle, Draco is laughing as he hits the switch..
*BUZZZ*
Draco is about to reach the face of Kyle but an assertive woman’s voice yells out…
Nevaeh: Hey Assholes! Get Away From Him!
Neveah pats the head of the sledgehammer in her hand a few times as she charges forward. Draco backsteps while Azrael releases Kyle and gets to his feet. Draco turns to leave, but he comes face to face with Nostalgia. Draco throws his arms up, telling Nostalgia he was joking, he wasn’t going to do it. He quickly turns to see Nevaeh fast approaching, Sledgehammer in tow. Draco repeats the same song to Nevaeh, but she is not buying it and drives the head of the Sledgehammer into the gut of Draco. At the same time Nostalgia and Azrael go blow for blow, each one back the other up a step, yet neither gaining the advantage. Kyle gets to his feet, coming to the aid of Nostalgia. With a Dropkick to the back of Azrael. As Azrael falls forward, Nostalgia connects with The Punchline, sending Azrael to the ground.
Meanwhile, Nevaeh hit Draco in the gut a second and third time with the Sledgehammer. As Nevaeh is about to come down on the head of Draco, he throws his arms up, begging Nevaeh not to do it. Nevaeh hesitates, Draco takes her down with a Leg Sweep. Draco turns to see Azrael down, Kyle and Nostalgia staring him down. He slowly backs away with a look of horror on his face, before he turns and runs in the other direction. After Draco’s cowardice shines, Kyle Gautier and Nostalgia help Nevaeh to her feet.
Franklin Wright: Well let’s get a move on, shall we?
Dick Shelby: Our next scheduled bout is-
Suddenly all of the lights in the Don Haskins arena go out. The El Paso crowd jumps to a buzz when The deep heartbeat bass of Taylor Swift’s “Look What You Made Me Do” drops over the PA.
Franklin Wright: Oh my.
Dick Shelby: Well, we know who that is!
Magdalena Lockheart emerges from behind the curtain and steps out onto the stage. Besides her street clothes, she is sporting several bandages that are covering up large wounds on her back given to her in that hellacious glass tables match at StrangleMania. With dark sunglasses covering her eyes, she follows the ramp down to the ringside area. She takes a microphone from Deneen McQueen and gingerly moves up the ring steps and into the ring.
Dick Shelby: She wasn’t scheduled to be here tonight, and you can see why. Magdalena Lockheart, our former FSW Champion, competed in two matches at StrangleMania and came up short in both contests.
Franklin Wright: Our new champion had some words regarding what had transpired in Atlanta earlier this evening. I guess now we’re gonna hear what little Miss Lockheart has to say.
Maggie pulls the sunglasses down as the lights in the arena rise and the crowd gives her a loud mixed reaction of both cheers and boos. The EWCTV cameras pan through the audience to show signs like: “CRYBABY MAGGIE” and “YOU’RE STILL OUR FUTURE”. They return to Maggie standing in the center of the ring where she can’t quite make out how or why the fans became so divided over her.
Maggie Lockheart: First of all-
Maggie Lockheart: First of all, I just wanted to come out here and say thank you. Thank you to the fans here in El Paso, and to all of the fans out there around the world. I know some of you like me, I know some of you hate me… and that’s okay. I didn’t come out here tonight to cry over spilled milk… sorry guys. I came out here tonight to prove to myself that there are better things ahead. No, I’m no longer your FSW Champion-
Half of the crowd cheers wildly while the other half catches up with boos.
Maggie Lockheart: And I could come out here and spout off a million reasons why that is, but none of that matters. So I’d also like to thank the EWC staff, and everyone in the back both past and present who fought for this. And by this, I mean FSW, and the entire EWC for that matter. Because without the fans, and without you all in the back, I wouldn’t have been given the opportunities that I had. So from the bottom of my heart, I thank you.
The crowd seems to warm up a bit and now there are more cheers than boos.
Maggie Lockheart: Now, there’s only one direction to move in, and that’s forward. A lot of folks have been wondering what my status is, but we can get to that later. Right now, my focus is on June 25th. Why June 25th you ask? Because in just three short months, FSW and PRIME will be debuting their first ever cross-brand exclusive PPV event, and it will be called, SHOWTIME!
Franklin Wright: Yes, that’s right. On June 25th the EWC will be finishing up their scheduled European Tour with FSW & PRIME Showtime! In Dublin, Ireland!
Dick Shelby: Oh and it’s going to be electrifying, I cannot wait!
Maggie Lockheart: Now we all know that FSW Champion Xavier Reid is going to be there. We all know that Miss FSW Otaki, and Sebastian Conner are going to be there. But is Magdalena Lockheart going to be there? Well, technically my FSW contract doesn’t run out until the beginning of July. So, will I be a part of the biggest thing to ever happen to FSW since its inception? As Ace King would say, you can bet-
Lockheart is cut off as "Trophies" plays, and out walks the FSW GM, James Tyson. Tyson’s got a big smile on his face as he walks down to ringside. He motions to Deneen for a mic, and heads up the stairs into the ring.
James Tyson: Well well well, if it isn’t the Future, Magdalena Lockheart. How are you doing Mags? You look good. Looks like you’ve lost some weight since the last time I’ve seen you. Could it be something missing around your waist?
Lockheart glares across the ring at Tyson. Tyson smiles.
James Tyson: I guess you’re wondering why I interrupted you. You see, you and I, we’ve had our dealings in the past. You ruined my tournament, destroyed my set, terrorized my entire staff and locker room in the process and stole the FSW Championship in the process. And to top it all of, you blamed me for it all.
The crowd begins to murmur as Tyson paces around the ring.
James Tyson: Now let’s get down to business. Yes, we are now on the road to our very first pay per view extravaganza - Showtime! And yes, it will feature FSW’s biggest names going up against PRIME’s biggest names in some of the greatest cross-brand action since StableWars, and yes, it’s going to be huge. But the things that you’ve said struck me, Miss Lockheart. All of these bad things have been happening to my superstars and my brand over the years and yes, I’ve allowed most of it to go unnoticed. Until now.
Maggie Lockheart: And what exactly does that mean?
James Tyson: Well, Maggie. I’m going to make it short and quick for you. I told you to be careful for what you wished for, and it still seems like you haven’t learned your lesson. So instead of letting you come out here and ask for a rematch, or anything else you could do to try and ruin our next big event, I’m just going to do what I should have done a long time ago. Magdalena Lockheart… you’re fired!
Wright and Shelby: WHAT?!
The crowd is going crazy on both ends. Lockheart stops in her tracks and freezes with her eyes locked directly on Tysons. Tyson seems as serious as ever. He doesn’t even blink.
James Tyson: Now I’m going to have ask security to kindly escort you out of the building. Security, if you would, please-
Lockheart goes to speak but her microphone is shut off. A security team comes walking down the entrance ramp, two rows of three, and all of the men are at least twice the size of Maggie. They surround the ring.
Dick Shelby: I can’t believe this, James Tyson just FIRED Magdalena Lockheart!
Franklin Wright: What’s not to believe, Dick? I mean in all honesty, this is something that should have been done a long time ago!
The six men hop up into the ring and they surround the former champion. Lockheart has no choice but to drop her microphone. The crowd is torn between wanting Maggie to fight security or for her to leave. For a moment Lockheart has her hands up in a fighting stance but after looking over at Tyson again she drops them and decides to allow security to escort her out of the ring. The crowd here in El Paso boos loudly as Lockheart is directed up the ramp.
James Tyson: Oh and Maggie dear, one last thing.
She reaches the top of the ramp and turns around to look at Tyson.
James Tyson: Look at what you made me do.
Dick Shelby: Oh wow… the hatred is real right now. I almost feel sorry for Maggie.
Franklin Wright: You shouldn’t, Dick. She’s brought all of this onto herself. Did she really think she was going to get the last laugh over James Tyson?
Dick Shelby: If this is the end of Maggie’s career here on FSW… what a terrible and unceremonious way to go. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone… including Magdalena Lockheart.
And after that bombshell...out come Criss Cassidy , still banged up from his three stages match at StrangleMania to face the beast of FSW, Kristian Bane, who's reling a bit himself after finsing out his faction leader just got fired right before his eyes. Bane comes out like a house of fire, taking it to Cassidy with a light in his eyes that we haven't seen in a long time. Bane looks like a man who knows that this may be his opportunity to make a statement and step into the void now created with Maggie's firing. Cassidy tries to fight back, but Bane undaunted, manages to slow Cassidy enough to him him with the Baneful Existence. Cassidy, already banged up, doesn't have much left....but out comes Collateral Damage...but why? They make a beeline to the ring, followed by Ian Icon and Lexie Glass, the remaining members of the Future. A brawl breaks out ringside, distracting Bane enough that he doesn't see Draco slide in behind him, whacking him in his junk, then hitting him with the Gold Star. Bane is down, and Draco pulls Cassidy on top of him, and the ref, after getting control on the outside, sees the pin attempt and counts the 3. Cassidy wins.
DING DING DING
...and Conner started things off with a bang, uncorking a quick flurry on punches followed by a nifty release northern lights suplex. Otaki grabbed Conner's legs and dropped a low blow fist drop, as Conner was trying to pick her up. The two struggled in a tie up until Otaki scored with an arm drag take down into an arm bar. Conner reversed the hold but found himself quickly countered and back on his back on the mat. Otaki slammed Conner into the corner and laid the boots to him briefly before eating some knees to the ribs. Conner avoided a back drop to the mat and landed on the apron, hitting a shoulder thrust before going for a vertical suplex. Otaki blocked and sent Conner clattering to the floor before flinging himself over the top rope and onto the waiting Conner on the floor.
Wright: Sebastian tastes concrete!
Shelby: ...and then Otaki lands on him for dessert!
Wright: We need to take a short commercial break, we'll be right back!
We come back to Conner in control wrenching away at Otaki's neck. Apparently Otaki crashed and burned over the break and then ate a kick to her head. Conner fought off the brief comeback with a nasty enzugri for a two count-
Conner booted away at Otaki in the corner before hitting a running forearm smash to the face. He quickly gathered Otaki and connected with a neck breaker for another near fall before going right back to the chin lock. Conner eventually shimmied into a cover attempt before looking for side kick, but Otaki blocked it and both nailed each other with a lariat.
Wright: Both combatants just going back and forth, looking to take advantage and take the win!
Otaki gained the advantage with a snap mare before hitting a top rope moonsault. Otaki went for a spinning neck breaker, but Conner countered with a back breaker for another two count. Conner pounded away on Otaki before hitting a side Russian leg sweep and again, we have another near fall. Otaki tried to hit a vertical suplex, but Conner slipped out of it and hit a neck breaker and still can’t keep Otaki down. Conner missed a charge to the corner before Otaki went to the top quickly. Conner leaped up to the top rope but got knocked off and got crushed with a Grand Finale....but Conner kicked out at two!
Wright: I can't believe he kicked out of the Grand Finale!!
Shelby: It's too early for that, that's why! But I bet it hurt!
Conner grabbed a side headlock before Otaki tried to knock him back. The two traded shoulder blocks before Otaki went for a flippy leg drop, but Conner avoided it. Conner picks her up, but Otaki hits an inverted atomic drop, then follows up with a dropkick, going for a cover....but only getting a two count.
Shelby: We're getting 2017 Otaki tonight and it's beautiful, but I'm liking this Conner kid a lot.
Otaki goes over to the corner and grabs for something in her hand as Conner comes to slowly and pulls himself up. SHe slowly walks over to Conner, who's gotten to his feet. SHe reaches out her hand, aparanely to shake his?!
Wright: I wonder what Otaki wants to shake hands for at this point?
Shelby: I dunno...but I doubt it's gonna be good.
Otaki reaches out her hand to Conner, who reluncately takes it....and for good reason.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!!
WHACK!!!!!
Big shock sends Conner into a convulsion, and before Otaki could duck clear, she catches a major league kick to the temple as Conner involuntary reflexes out with a kick, flooring her. Conner falls on top of her, seemingly out cold as well.
Wright: Holy snikies! Otaki tried to April Fool Sebastian, but it backfired!
Shelby: And it's gonna cost her tonight in a big way.
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DING DING DING
Deneen: Your winner of the match....Sebatinan Conner!!
On the EWCtron we see Magdalena Lockheart being escorted through the back hallways of the Don Haskins arena by six extra large security guards. Lockheart looks like a prisoner being moved to her cellblock and doesn’t seem too pleased with what had transpired earlier here tonight. Still, she keeps her head held high and nods when she hears the crowd reaction reverberate back through the hallways to acknowledge their cheers and their boos. Lockheart stops in her tracks and the camera pans up to show Xavier Reid standing directly in front of her with the FSW Championship belt draped over his shoulder.
Xavier Reid: Hold on guys, if you’ll excuse us for just a minute.
Reid motions for the security team to step aside so that he can get face to face with Maggie. The crowd cheers as Maggie looks up at Reid who is wearing a stern look plastered over his countenance. They stand for a moment in tense silence. Reid extends his hand out for a handshake.
Xavier Reid: I heard the news. Your departure from FSW is our loss. For what it’s worth, I just wanted to let you know that I respect you. You’ve earned that much.
Lockheart looks down at his hand, and back up at him.
Maggie Lockheart: Have I? And here I thought you and I were just… even.
Reid waits for a few more moments, eventually pulling his hand back in disappointment that Maggie wouldn’t shake it.
Xavier Reid: Fine. If that’s how you want to play it.
Maggie Lockheart: That’s fair.
Xavier Reid: But again, for what it’s worth… I meant everything I said out there earlier. I’m going to do this championship justice.
Maggie Lockheart: Good. Good luck with all that. You got everything you wanted; you’re the future of FSW now. But for what it’s worth, I am disappointed.
Reid’s face turns sour.
Maggie Lockheart: I’m disappointed that the FSW Champion had to go from someone who’s trying to make a name for herself in this business, to someone who is just Luke Wolfe’s new bitch.
Xavier Reid: Bitch, huh? Well maybe we can do StrangleMania over again, where I made you my bitch.
There’s so much tension in the air that the security team surrounds Maggie again just to be between her and Reid. Lockheart grins past them in Reid’s direction.
Maggie Lockheart: See ya round, little doggie.
Lockheart walks past Reid toward the exit. Reid stands there clutching the FSW Championship belt with a grin of his own.
Xavier Reid: No, you won’t.
And with that, the scene fades with the new champion watching the old champion walk out of the arena as FSW 57 comes to a close.
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Gautier d. Chambers
MATCH 2 - Lazarus d. Larson
MATCH 3 - Cassidy d. Bane
MAIN EVENT - Conner d. Otaki
MVP: Sebastian Conner
WRITERS : JT, Maggie, Reid, Otaki, Cassidy, Draco
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
EPISODE #57
APRIL 1ST, 2018LIVE! from the Don Haskins Center - El Paso, Texas
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 & Otaki before switching to new stars Sebastian Conner, Joshua Aquin, Donnie Deco, Elijah Easton & Kyle Gautier to established stars Hatchet Gully, James Larson, Jack Nomad, Criss Cassidy, Matt Angel & Xavier Reid to the former champion herself Otaki and then to the big flip by Xavier Reid onto Maggie Lockheart, breaking through the glass, and finally Xavier Reid standing in the ring with the FSW Championship on his shoulder.
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.
"Reid is King"
"We love Robina Hood"
"Tyson needs new music!"
FUTURE STARS!
FUTURE STARS!
FUTURE STARS!
FUTURE STARS!
FUTURE STARS!
Dick Shelby: Happy Easter Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to FSW #57 and coming off the historic Stranglemania XIII which broke records and now stands as the BIGGEST non-boxing pay per view event in history!!!
Franklin Wright: And had you cheap bastards not streamed it illegally we might have been the biggest of all time so thanks a lot…
Dick Shelby: And FSW history was made at Stranglemania when Magdalena Lockheart faced off with Xavier Reid in a Glass Tables Match for the FSW Championship…
The camera cuts to video footage of Xavier Reid walking to the ring followed by Magdalena Lockheart’s walk to the ring
Dick Shelby: With a rivalry that sparked at FSW #51 at the finals of the ToP we knew we were in for a violent match at Stranglemania…
A Superman Punch from Reid...an Enziguri kick from Lockheart...a Fireman's carry suplex off the top rope from Xavier and then Double Stomp from Magdalena…
Dick Shelby: Each one looking to put the other through a glass table and take the victory and the FSW Championship…
A Russian Leg Sweep by Magdalena sends Xavier headfirst into the glass tabel but it doesn’t break and then Xavier face plants Magdalena onto the glass table but once again the glass table does not break…
Dick Shelby: We...like Xavier and Magdalena were wondering what it was going to take to break that glass and then…
Xavier, with handcuffs in his hand, connects to the skull of Magdalena Lockheart that sends her falling back on the table...again and again Xavier connects to the face of the champion until Magdalena is unconscious. Xavier handcuffs Magdalena’s right arm to the leg of the table and then the left arm to the table. The crowd comes to their feet as Xavier climbs to the top rope and looks down at the FSW Champion…
Dick Shelby: With Magdalena unconscious and handcuffed to the table Xavier Reid ended the FSW Championship title reign with one final leap…
Xavier explodes off the top rope and comes crashing down with X-Marks The Spot and the glass table shatters everywhere as the bell rings…
Dick Shelby: And with that the FSW has a NEW Champion in Xavier Reid!!!!
Franklin Wright: Something I’m sure made James Tyson the happiest man at Stranglemania.
Dick Shelby: We have been told that Magdalena Lockheart is here tonight in El Paso, Texas and will address the FSW later tonight but now....let’s welcome the NEW FSW CHAMPION...XAVIER REID!!!
And with that the lights inside Don Haskins Center and the jumbo screen comes to life as the FSW fans come to their feet...
‘Cochise’ plays out as the lights come back on and the camera cuts to the stage where Xavier Reid is standing with the FSW Championship held into the air. He walks towards the ring holding the FSW Championship out so the fans can touch it as he passes. Xavier climbs the steps and enters the ring, standing in the middle of the ring and holds the FSW Championship up into the air as the fans shower him and the ring with streamers...
The FSW staff rush to clear the ring of the streamers as Xavier walks over and takes a microphone from Deneen McQueen. He stretches out the FSW Championship in the center of the ring...between him and the ramp.
Xavier Reid: Last fall I came to the FSW with only ONE goal in mind...winning that!!!!
Xavier points down at the FSW Championship
Xavier Reid: I was mocked by my peers, they wondered why someone with my past would sign with the developmental brand of the company when I could have easily picked up the phone and called Victor Price or Michael Saint and walked right out on either Brawl or Rampage but I wanted to EARN my way back...a concept a few around here could not wrap their heads around but I didn’t do this for them or to earn their respect...this was to prove to myself that I was in fact back and worthy of calling myself the FSW Champion!!!
The fans cheer as Xavier takes a moment
Xavier Reid: When I signed here Otaki held that belt and she was more than JUST the FSW Champion, she was a bonafide EWC superstar. She elevated that championship to the point where when people talked about the best the EWC had to offer she was in the conversation. She forced the people in this company to look at the FSW and see us as more than JUST developmental as she set her sights on the biggest prize in this company, the EWC Undisputed World Championship. Otaki set the standard for all FSW Champions to live up to…
Xavier pauses to allow the fans to stand and applaud Otaki…
Xavier Reid: Then Magdalena Lockheart came along, The Future of the FSW…
But the cheers quickly turn into some boos from the sold out crowd
Xavier Reid: Listen we might not like it but Magdalena Lockheart picked right up where Otaki left off when she won the FSW Championship at Wrestlefest and had the wrestling world watching the FSW as she literally tore the house down. She wanted more, where others in the EWC came to the FSW for Otaki, Magdalena took that title and went after those on Brawl and Rampage, she wanted to make damn sure they all knew who she was and what the FSW was all about.
The boos die out and the fans, though reluctantly cheer...a little
Xavier Reid: Otaki and Magdalena set the bar extremely high for all future FSW Champions and now it’s my time to live up to what that belt mean...and set the bar even higher for the next champion.
The crowd cheers for this announcement
Xavier Reid: To continue to elevate the FSW Championship within the EWC. For other champions in the EWC to look at this title and see it on par with their championship gold...and not just look at it as a developmental championship, something to look as and see as lesser. Morgan Darkwater, Ace King, Nostalgia and Kendrick Kross...all champions in the EWC...all held to an elite standard...well boys it’s time to make some room...another champion is about to crash your party.
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Xavier Reid: I came here to the FSW with one goal in mind…
Xavier points at the FSW Championship
Xavier Reid: Winning that belt and now that i’ve crossed that off my list it’s time to go down as one of the great FSW Champions of all time and I know each and every person in the back is plotting and planning their own way of separating that title from my hands and ushering in their own era here in FSW...that Magdalena Lockheart is sitting back there pissed off at the world that I am out here and she is not. That Hardcore Revolution is looming and tonight in this very ring Otaki faces off with Sebastian Conner and the winner places themselves right at the top of the list for a shot at the FSW Championship and I wish you both the best of luck...I’ll be watching and waiting for whoever walks out the winner but know this...
Xavier Reid: I didn’t come all this way...listen to all the shit...bust my ass just to watch someone else replace me as FSW Champion...make no mistake about it...my focus...my ONLY focus is the FSW and that championship…
The fans start to chant…
Luke
Wolfe
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Luke
Wolfe
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Xavier Reid: For the last few days everywhere I go people want answers to the Luke Wolfe question...why was he stalking you...why were you with him at Stranglemania…
The crowd readies themself
Xavier Reid: And that is a story for another time...tonight is not the time but soon...all will be revealed...in time….
Xavier drops the microphone and picks up the FSW Championship and puts it over his shoulder as he makes his way out of the ring
The scene opens to Criss Cassidy sitting in the FSW training room with head doctor Maddison Lay. Criss slides on a protective sleeve over his knee as Dr. Lay makes sure his knee is stable.
Dr. Lay: You've very lucky to only have a MCL sprain. Why didn't you come and see me earlier Christopher? You really shouldn't be having a match tonight.
Cassidy: I'm sorry Doc, I didn't think it was that big of a deal.
Dr. Lay: You didn't think the swelling or that large bruise was that big of a deal? Chris, you need to take care of yourself. Longevity in this business is tough to come by. I want you to ice everyday and see the physical therapist twice a week. That's the only way I'm gonna clear you for anymore matches.
Cassidy: I hear you Doc, I will start taking better care of myself.
Dr. Lay: That’s a relie-
Before the male could finish the word ‘relief’ a chocolate egg is placed down upon a desk nearby them both. They drift their eyes to the source of the egg...the Purple Haired Dynamo standing in a doorway. But which version of her is it? Judging by the carefree expression on her face we seem to be in the presence of Otaki.
Otaki: Well maybe if you didn't go all flippy shit off that wall, you wouldn't be in this predicament.
The Purple Haired Dynamo stands in the doorway with a smile on her face. Cassidy looks startled but the Emo Princess holds out her hand.
Otaki: Hold on tiger, I ain’t here to pick a fight. So don’t worry about me making things complicated before your match. If anything I’m just here to thank you for such a fun fight back at Stranglemania.
She said with a brighter smile before grabbing the wrapped up chocolate.
Otaki: Don’t worry, this is just an Easter egg, since today - at least according to Google - is Easter Sunday. So please accept this as both an Easter present but also as a sign of respect since, no matter what feelings we may or may not have beforehand, you’ve earned my respect at Stranglemania.
Cassidy takes the egg and unwraps it, revealing the chocolate. He takes a bite and looks pleased.
Cassidy: Hmm, pretty good.
The Englishwoman smiles at this before glancing over at the doctor.
Otaki: Make sure that Criss is alright enough for his match against Kristian Bane, the guy’s dangerous enough without having a limb to target, okay?
Dr. Lay: Sur-
Doctor Lay starts reaching out to accept The Emo Princess’ extended hand. Only to suddenly buzz and jump in pain once their palms touch...revealing a joy buzzer in the palm of the hand.
Otaki: Happy April Fool’s Day.
The milky skinned woman said with a giggle before looking at Criss again.
Otaki: Good luck against Kristian.
Cassidy: Good luck against Sebastian.
The Englishwoman couldn’t help but giggle a little more with a slight shake of her own head.
Otaki: You make your own luck.
After saying her words Otaki turns and heads of towards the door, giving the male a positive thumb up before disappearing from the room so he can check on the still shocked doctor.
Criss Cassidy leaves the training room and walks down the hall. He gets the sudden feeling he is being watched and pauses, looking around the facility. He doesn’t see anyone and continues on but his feeling was correct as two malevolent figures watch his every move from the outside. A fit of laughter escapes the purple shaded lips of Margot the Mad.
Margot the Mad: That’s him right? Can I take him out now?Please?
Maestro places his hand on the swell of Margot the Mad’s back.
Maestro: Patience doll. Patience. That is Criss Cassidy. I had to make sure it was one and the same. He was a big attraction for MY team. Until he quit hoops to fuckin’ wrestle of all things.
Margot the Mad reaches into her tight fight black dress, pulling out a pouch similar to the one used at Stranglemania. She is giggling as she say…
Margot the Mad: It could only take two seconds. I’ll take right hand of his as a trophy.
Margot the Mad hops around, then blows a kiss towards Criss. Maestro turns, beginning to walk away.
Maestro: LOVE the enthusiasm dollface. But now is not the time. I just had to be sure. You better fuckin’ believe he will get what’s coming to him. Just like Nostalgia, just like the rest of them. Come on, I got an idea. He has a pretty little friend, and it would be rude not to introduce ourselves to her.
Margot the Mad begins laughing hysterically as she uses her pointer finger and thumb to act like a gun, squeezing the pretend trigger, her thumb, and shouting “BANG!” Margot the Mad was so loud in fact, Cassidy actually heard that. He turns to where the deadly duo were just standing, instead again, Criss sees no one. Criss Cassidy shakes it off, continuing to his destination.
Maestro and Margot the Mad continue down the hall a bit until they happen to see Kristian Bane, fury in his eyes, coming their way. Maestro puts his arm in front of Margot the Mad, halting their progress. Maestro has an idea.
Maestro: Hey you’re Kristian Bane right?
Bane aggressively snaps back.
Bane: Yeah. Who’s asking?
Maestro: Who I am isn’t important. Now what I HEARD. Now that. That is something you will want to hear my friend.
Bane: Well...I ain’t got all day. Spit it out old man.
Maestro takes the jab in stride, feigning a smile.
Maestro: My friend, we were just walking hanging out, over by the training room. Low and behold what do we hear? Criss Cassidy mouthing off about how he had more talent in his right hand than you PERIOD. There was more, but yo...
Margot the Mad can’t help herself, she wanted in on the fun.
Margot the Mad: Yeah, and he said that you have no marbles.. whatever that means.
The red faced, heated Bane doesn’t even acknowledge Maestro or Margot the Mad as he storms off to his find Criss Cassidy. Maestro and Margot the Mad continue on their journey of misguided vengeance.
Bane is seen in an absolute rage as he searches for the incompetent and rather small brained doofus they call Criss Cassidy.
Bane: WHERE IS HE?!?!?!?!
Screaming through the backstage hallway corridors, he is seen throwing whatever is in front of him and in arms reach.
Bane: WHEN I FIND YOU I WONT STOP!!!!
His face turned a crimson red as he grabs stagetech and backstage workers and grills them! When they don’t have the answer he slings them into a wall or down an empty hallway.
Bane: Good for nothing peasants!! COME OUT CRISS!! YOU CAN TALK BEHIND MY BACK!! DO IT TO MY FACE!!
OPENER
Kyle Gautier Vs Elizabeth Chambers
The returning Elizabeth Chambers makes her Future Stars debut by taking on the resident everyman Kyle Gautier...and this was a match that was better than the experts thought. Chambers gained an early advantage and tried to wear down Gautier with her impact moves, even hitting a standing moonsault and holding Gautier down for a two count, but Gautier fought back hard, flipping the script on Chambers and catching her with a Falling Upward as she was about to go for another moonsault, and Gautier gets out with a well earned win.
MATCH 2
Draco Lazarus Vs James Larson
Drazo Lazarus is standing in the middle of the ring with the mic before his match with James Larson. Instead of the cocky, smug vibe he usually gives off. Draco seems dejected and distracted. Standing behind him is the silent Samoan "The Reaper" Azrael. Azrael grunts, handing him few pieces of paper. Draco unfolds the papers, clears his throat.
Draco Lazarus: I wanted to come out here to apologize.To Miss Pretty Pretty Princess. to Mustache, to Heavenly Nevaeh, to Pirate Punch and Kick, to the Chain Wielding Wanker, and to Head Honchos Mac and Tyson.
Draco clears his throat.
Draco: I AM DRACO LAZARUS AND I AM SORRY!
The crowd is shocked to silence. So quiet in fact, you could hear a fart from the third row. Draco walks around the ring with his head down, until he gets back to the point of origin. He lifts his head with a maniacal look in his eye, and a mischievous look in his face.
Draco: APRIL FOOL’S!
Draco begins chuckling hard, slapping his knee, a little too amused at the lame joke attempt. The crowd is not amused, nor is the Silent Giant behind him.
Draco: Well, we are obviously in Texas. Of course you bunch of gullible fools fell for that. Fuckin’ El Paso, which of course, is Spanish, for The Shithouse. And that is exactly how it smells in here. I wish you lazy Iphone scrollers would clean your bodies as often as your guns.
The crowd rains down Draco with boos and jeers.
Draco: El Paso, this fuckin’ place. It is truly astonishing how many losers have overtaken every square mile of this dreadful place. Trump got it wrong, he should have started building that wall right above The Shithouse called El Paso, keep you fuckers from ruining America’s gene pool.
Again the arena fills with boos and jeers.
Draco: OH SHUT UP ALREADY! WHEN I AM TALKING, YOU ALL SHUT YOUR FUCKIN MOUTHS! No one cares what you pathetic porn addicts think.
Of course, this just makes the boos and jeers louder.
Draco: MAGGIE! OOOOOH MAGGIE! Where for art thou bitch? Come on down you Goth Tramp. I got a gift for FSW’s most attractive ELF.
Draco pauses, looks at his imaginary watch, then continues, not even giving Magdalena Lockheart a chance to come down.
Draco: Yeah That’s What I thought. Little Pretty Princess is scared! Notice Draco Lazarus comes to town, and suddenly, the Princess of FSW is nowhere to be found. You’re WELCOME!
Draco chuckles to himself, always enjoying himself more than he should.
Draco: Well Zelda, after I am done wiping the floor with this scrub, I am coming for you. YOU RUINED MY DEBUT!! AND FOR THAT YOU WILL PAY!!
Draco thumbs his nose with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
Draco: But Little Miss Entitled is not the only reason I decided to give all you Facebook phonies the privilege of hearing me speak… Kyle Guatier. Such a glorious mustache, wasted on such a fool. It would be a shame if someone, I don’t know, SHAVED IT OFF! First, I eliminate you from the Battle Royal. Now, I will eliminate your mustache from your stupid face.
Draco holds up the pieces of paper in the air, and circles the ring.
Draco:Now, if you will excuse me, I have a very important announcement to make. As per my contract, if I deemed unable to perform by my person medical staff, this big guy behind me is allowed to wrestle in my stead. Thanks to the multiple, unprovoked, malicious attacks from Magdalena Lockheart. In my hand, I have a doctor's note, instructing me, Draco Lazarus, not to perform, so I do not endanger the chance for all you overweight Fast Food fanatics can continue to bask in my glory for the foreseeable future.
Suddenly, “Trophies” by Drake blares through the loudspeakers, cheers from the crowd immediately follow. It takes a few seconds for James Tyson to make his way to the stage, microphone in hand. The fans are excited to see how Tyson responds to this ludicrous announcement. Tyson begins speaking as he makes his way to the ring.
James Tyson: Draco Lazarus. I am aware of that little loophole you created yourself in your contract. But...I want to see this "doctor's note for myself.
Draco: You don't believe me? What a great manager you are. You are supposed to trust your employees. Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty.
Draco probably would have continued his rant, but Tyson does the world a favor and cuts him of..
James Tyson: Draco, if this is true, as much as I hate to do it, I will abide by the terms of you contract. If not, you need to quit your whining, stop wasting these fans and my time, and wrestle your damn DEBUT match.
Draco throws his hands up and stomps his foot on the mat with Tyson now standing in front of him. Tyson reaches out, waiting for Draco to hand him the "doctor's" note. Draco hesitates, then slowly extends his arm before pulling the papers back. Then doing it again, this time Tyson is about to reach out, but Draco pulls back again.
James Tyson: Quit these damn games and give me the papers.
Tyson rips the papers from the grip of Draco. Draco again throws his arms up, this time walking over, kicking the bottom rope a few times. He begins to shake the ropes as Tyson peruses the document. He gets to the very end, just shaking his hand.
Tyson: Dr. Evil? Dr. Evil? You expect me to believe your doctor's name is Dr. Evil?
Draco looks flustered, muttering something under his breath, most likely expletives not made for television. Draco is not happy he get caught, but won't keep him trying, as he snaps back.
Draco: YOU'RE PRONOUNCING IT WRONG...IT sounds like A-B-L-E. HE'S GERMAN DAMNIT!
Tyson isn't buying it, and doesn't even dignify that nonsense with a response as he tears the papers to shreds in the center of the ring.
Tyson: Now, let's this match started. Draco Lazarus, you will be competing against James Larson. Enjoy the rest of the show ladies and gentlemen.
"Trophies" plays again as James Tyson makes his way out of the ring and up the ramp. Meanwhile Draco Lazarus is throwing a fit in the ring. Stomping on the mat, kicking the ropes, cursing. As James Larson is introduced, Draco finally going to his corner, still mumbling expletives and excuses.
And with that, James Larson went after the the debuting Draco with a bit of renewed vigor, which caught Draco off guard, as he clearly wasn't expecting to wrestle tonight, but Draco showed just why he was a prized signing for the brand, as he started to break down Larson slowly, gaining the advantage and working him over, before finally putting him away with the Gold Star...getting his first FSW victory
Kyle Gautier is showing off his Cowbell and impressive mustache to a group of arena employees backstage near his locker room. Retelling the story of how he became the Number One Contender to the Undefeated Title. Kyle then begins describing how he and his Cowbell, the newly affectionately named Ding-A-Ling displayed bravery. That is, until his story is interrupted by a Slowclap as Draco Lazarus approaches
Draco: Well Mustache, if I eliminated you. Doesn’t that make me the Number One Contender to the Undefeated Title?
Kyle: I ain’t scared of you. I got my trusty Cowbell, Ding-A-Ling here.
Draco taking a few slow steps closer, Lazarus hands the Golden Cane to “The Reaper” Azrael reaches into his pockets.
Draco: I brought a few toys as well.
Draco pulls out a pair of hairdresser shears and razor.
Draco: You don’t deserve that mustache. You don’t deserve attention from human beings. And you don’t belong in EWC.
Draco nods his head toward Kyle, a signal for Azrael to charge at Kyle Gautier. The crew scatters as the silent Samoan strides toward Kyle. Kyle is ready with his Cowbell, Ding-A-Ling. He goes to swing it, but it is blocked by Azrael. Azrael leans his head back than comes down with a powerful Headbutt to Kyle Gautier. Azrael grabs the neck of Kyle with both hands and smashes him against the wall. Kyle drops to ground, Draco instructs Azrael to hold him up and still. Azrael locks up the arms of Kyle, Draco is laughing as he hits the switch..
*BUZZZ*
Draco is about to reach the face of Kyle but an assertive woman’s voice yells out…
Nevaeh: Hey Assholes! Get Away From Him!
Neveah pats the head of the sledgehammer in her hand a few times as she charges forward. Draco backsteps while Azrael releases Kyle and gets to his feet. Draco turns to leave, but he comes face to face with Nostalgia. Draco throws his arms up, telling Nostalgia he was joking, he wasn’t going to do it. He quickly turns to see Nevaeh fast approaching, Sledgehammer in tow. Draco repeats the same song to Nevaeh, but she is not buying it and drives the head of the Sledgehammer into the gut of Draco. At the same time Nostalgia and Azrael go blow for blow, each one back the other up a step, yet neither gaining the advantage. Kyle gets to his feet, coming to the aid of Nostalgia. With a Dropkick to the back of Azrael. As Azrael falls forward, Nostalgia connects with The Punchline, sending Azrael to the ground.
Meanwhile, Nevaeh hit Draco in the gut a second and third time with the Sledgehammer. As Nevaeh is about to come down on the head of Draco, he throws his arms up, begging Nevaeh not to do it. Nevaeh hesitates, Draco takes her down with a Leg Sweep. Draco turns to see Azrael down, Kyle and Nostalgia staring him down. He slowly backs away with a look of horror on his face, before he turns and runs in the other direction. After Draco’s cowardice shines, Kyle Gautier and Nostalgia help Nevaeh to her feet.
Franklin Wright: Well let’s get a move on, shall we?
Dick Shelby: Our next scheduled bout is-
Suddenly all of the lights in the Don Haskins arena go out. The El Paso crowd jumps to a buzz when The deep heartbeat bass of Taylor Swift’s “Look What You Made Me Do” drops over the PA.
Franklin Wright: Oh my.
Dick Shelby: Well, we know who that is!
Magdalena Lockheart emerges from behind the curtain and steps out onto the stage. Besides her street clothes, she is sporting several bandages that are covering up large wounds on her back given to her in that hellacious glass tables match at StrangleMania. With dark sunglasses covering her eyes, she follows the ramp down to the ringside area. She takes a microphone from Deneen McQueen and gingerly moves up the ring steps and into the ring.
Dick Shelby: She wasn’t scheduled to be here tonight, and you can see why. Magdalena Lockheart, our former FSW Champion, competed in two matches at StrangleMania and came up short in both contests.
Franklin Wright: Our new champion had some words regarding what had transpired in Atlanta earlier this evening. I guess now we’re gonna hear what little Miss Lockheart has to say.
Maggie pulls the sunglasses down as the lights in the arena rise and the crowd gives her a loud mixed reaction of both cheers and boos. The EWCTV cameras pan through the audience to show signs like: “CRYBABY MAGGIE” and “YOU’RE STILL OUR FUTURE”. They return to Maggie standing in the center of the ring where she can’t quite make out how or why the fans became so divided over her.
Maggie Lockheart: First of all-
WE WANT MAGGIE!!
MAG-GIE SUCKS!!
WE WANT MAGGIE!!!
MAG-GIE SUCKS!!!
Maggie Lockheart: First of all, I just wanted to come out here and say thank you. Thank you to the fans here in El Paso, and to all of the fans out there around the world. I know some of you like me, I know some of you hate me… and that’s okay. I didn’t come out here tonight to cry over spilled milk… sorry guys. I came out here tonight to prove to myself that there are better things ahead. No, I’m no longer your FSW Champion-
Half of the crowd cheers wildly while the other half catches up with boos.
Maggie Lockheart: And I could come out here and spout off a million reasons why that is, but none of that matters. So I’d also like to thank the EWC staff, and everyone in the back both past and present who fought for this. And by this, I mean FSW, and the entire EWC for that matter. Because without the fans, and without you all in the back, I wouldn’t have been given the opportunities that I had. So from the bottom of my heart, I thank you.
The crowd seems to warm up a bit and now there are more cheers than boos.
Maggie Lockheart: Now, there’s only one direction to move in, and that’s forward. A lot of folks have been wondering what my status is, but we can get to that later. Right now, my focus is on June 25th. Why June 25th you ask? Because in just three short months, FSW and PRIME will be debuting their first ever cross-brand exclusive PPV event, and it will be called, SHOWTIME!
Franklin Wright: Yes, that’s right. On June 25th the EWC will be finishing up their scheduled European Tour with FSW & PRIME Showtime! In Dublin, Ireland!
Dick Shelby: Oh and it’s going to be electrifying, I cannot wait!
Maggie Lockheart: Now we all know that FSW Champion Xavier Reid is going to be there. We all know that Miss FSW Otaki, and Sebastian Conner are going to be there. But is Magdalena Lockheart going to be there? Well, technically my FSW contract doesn’t run out until the beginning of July. So, will I be a part of the biggest thing to ever happen to FSW since its inception? As Ace King would say, you can bet-
Lockheart is cut off as "Trophies" plays, and out walks the FSW GM, James Tyson. Tyson’s got a big smile on his face as he walks down to ringside. He motions to Deneen for a mic, and heads up the stairs into the ring.
James Tyson: Well well well, if it isn’t the Future, Magdalena Lockheart. How are you doing Mags? You look good. Looks like you’ve lost some weight since the last time I’ve seen you. Could it be something missing around your waist?
Lockheart glares across the ring at Tyson. Tyson smiles.
James Tyson: I guess you’re wondering why I interrupted you. You see, you and I, we’ve had our dealings in the past. You ruined my tournament, destroyed my set, terrorized my entire staff and locker room in the process and stole the FSW Championship in the process. And to top it all of, you blamed me for it all.
The crowd begins to murmur as Tyson paces around the ring.
James Tyson: Now let’s get down to business. Yes, we are now on the road to our very first pay per view extravaganza - Showtime! And yes, it will feature FSW’s biggest names going up against PRIME’s biggest names in some of the greatest cross-brand action since StableWars, and yes, it’s going to be huge. But the things that you’ve said struck me, Miss Lockheart. All of these bad things have been happening to my superstars and my brand over the years and yes, I’ve allowed most of it to go unnoticed. Until now.
Maggie Lockheart: And what exactly does that mean?
James Tyson: Well, Maggie. I’m going to make it short and quick for you. I told you to be careful for what you wished for, and it still seems like you haven’t learned your lesson. So instead of letting you come out here and ask for a rematch, or anything else you could do to try and ruin our next big event, I’m just going to do what I should have done a long time ago. Magdalena Lockheart… you’re fired!
Wright and Shelby: WHAT?!
J-T!!! J-T!!! J-T!!! J-T!!!
BOO!!!!!! WE WANT MAGGIE!
J-T!!! J-T!!!
WE WANT MAGGIE!!!
The crowd is going crazy on both ends. Lockheart stops in her tracks and freezes with her eyes locked directly on Tysons. Tyson seems as serious as ever. He doesn’t even blink.
James Tyson: Now I’m going to have ask security to kindly escort you out of the building. Security, if you would, please-
Lockheart goes to speak but her microphone is shut off. A security team comes walking down the entrance ramp, two rows of three, and all of the men are at least twice the size of Maggie. They surround the ring.
Dick Shelby: I can’t believe this, James Tyson just FIRED Magdalena Lockheart!
Franklin Wright: What’s not to believe, Dick? I mean in all honesty, this is something that should have been done a long time ago!
The six men hop up into the ring and they surround the former champion. Lockheart has no choice but to drop her microphone. The crowd is torn between wanting Maggie to fight security or for her to leave. For a moment Lockheart has her hands up in a fighting stance but after looking over at Tyson again she drops them and decides to allow security to escort her out of the ring. The crowd here in El Paso boos loudly as Lockheart is directed up the ramp.
James Tyson: Oh and Maggie dear, one last thing.
She reaches the top of the ramp and turns around to look at Tyson.
James Tyson: Look at what you made me do.
Dick Shelby: Oh wow… the hatred is real right now. I almost feel sorry for Maggie.
Franklin Wright: You shouldn’t, Dick. She’s brought all of this onto herself. Did she really think she was going to get the last laugh over James Tyson?
Dick Shelby: If this is the end of Maggie’s career here on FSW… what a terrible and unceremonious way to go. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone… including Magdalena Lockheart.
MATCH 3
Criss Cassidy Vs Kristian Bane
And after that bombshell...out come Criss Cassidy , still banged up from his three stages match at StrangleMania to face the beast of FSW, Kristian Bane, who's reling a bit himself after finsing out his faction leader just got fired right before his eyes. Bane comes out like a house of fire, taking it to Cassidy with a light in his eyes that we haven't seen in a long time. Bane looks like a man who knows that this may be his opportunity to make a statement and step into the void now created with Maggie's firing. Cassidy tries to fight back, but Bane undaunted, manages to slow Cassidy enough to him him with the Baneful Existence. Cassidy, already banged up, doesn't have much left....but out comes Collateral Damage...but why? They make a beeline to the ring, followed by Ian Icon and Lexie Glass, the remaining members of the Future. A brawl breaks out ringside, distracting Bane enough that he doesn't see Draco slide in behind him, whacking him in his junk, then hitting him with the Gold Star. Bane is down, and Draco pulls Cassidy on top of him, and the ref, after getting control on the outside, sees the pin attempt and counts the 3. Cassidy wins.
Sebastian Conner Vs Otaki
DING DING DING
...and Conner started things off with a bang, uncorking a quick flurry on punches followed by a nifty release northern lights suplex. Otaki grabbed Conner's legs and dropped a low blow fist drop, as Conner was trying to pick her up. The two struggled in a tie up until Otaki scored with an arm drag take down into an arm bar. Conner reversed the hold but found himself quickly countered and back on his back on the mat. Otaki slammed Conner into the corner and laid the boots to him briefly before eating some knees to the ribs. Conner avoided a back drop to the mat and landed on the apron, hitting a shoulder thrust before going for a vertical suplex. Otaki blocked and sent Conner clattering to the floor before flinging himself over the top rope and onto the waiting Conner on the floor.
Wright: Sebastian tastes concrete!
Shelby: ...and then Otaki lands on him for dessert!
Wright: We need to take a short commercial break, we'll be right back!
We come back to Conner in control wrenching away at Otaki's neck. Apparently Otaki crashed and burned over the break and then ate a kick to her head. Conner fought off the brief comeback with a nasty enzugri for a two count-
Conner booted away at Otaki in the corner before hitting a running forearm smash to the face. He quickly gathered Otaki and connected with a neck breaker for another near fall before going right back to the chin lock. Conner eventually shimmied into a cover attempt before looking for side kick, but Otaki blocked it and both nailed each other with a lariat.
Wright: Both combatants just going back and forth, looking to take advantage and take the win!
Otaki gained the advantage with a snap mare before hitting a top rope moonsault. Otaki went for a spinning neck breaker, but Conner countered with a back breaker for another two count. Conner pounded away on Otaki before hitting a side Russian leg sweep and again, we have another near fall. Otaki tried to hit a vertical suplex, but Conner slipped out of it and hit a neck breaker and still can’t keep Otaki down. Conner missed a charge to the corner before Otaki went to the top quickly. Conner leaped up to the top rope but got knocked off and got crushed with a Grand Finale....but Conner kicked out at two!
Wright: I can't believe he kicked out of the Grand Finale!!
Shelby: It's too early for that, that's why! But I bet it hurt!
Conner grabbed a side headlock before Otaki tried to knock him back. The two traded shoulder blocks before Otaki went for a flippy leg drop, but Conner avoided it. Conner picks her up, but Otaki hits an inverted atomic drop, then follows up with a dropkick, going for a cover....but only getting a two count.
Shelby: We're getting 2017 Otaki tonight and it's beautiful, but I'm liking this Conner kid a lot.
Otaki goes over to the corner and grabs for something in her hand as Conner comes to slowly and pulls himself up. SHe slowly walks over to Conner, who's gotten to his feet. SHe reaches out her hand, aparanely to shake his?!
Wright: I wonder what Otaki wants to shake hands for at this point?
Shelby: I dunno...but I doubt it's gonna be good.
Otaki reaches out her hand to Conner, who reluncately takes it....and for good reason.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!!
WHACK!!!!!
Big shock sends Conner into a convulsion, and before Otaki could duck clear, she catches a major league kick to the temple as Conner involuntary reflexes out with a kick, flooring her. Conner falls on top of her, seemingly out cold as well.
Wright: Holy snikies! Otaki tried to April Fool Sebastian, but it backfired!
Shelby: And it's gonna cost her tonight in a big way.
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DING DING DING
Deneen: Your winner of the match....Sebatinan Conner!!
On the EWCtron we see Magdalena Lockheart being escorted through the back hallways of the Don Haskins arena by six extra large security guards. Lockheart looks like a prisoner being moved to her cellblock and doesn’t seem too pleased with what had transpired earlier here tonight. Still, she keeps her head held high and nods when she hears the crowd reaction reverberate back through the hallways to acknowledge their cheers and their boos. Lockheart stops in her tracks and the camera pans up to show Xavier Reid standing directly in front of her with the FSW Championship belt draped over his shoulder.
Xavier Reid: Hold on guys, if you’ll excuse us for just a minute.
Reid motions for the security team to step aside so that he can get face to face with Maggie. The crowd cheers as Maggie looks up at Reid who is wearing a stern look plastered over his countenance. They stand for a moment in tense silence. Reid extends his hand out for a handshake.
Xavier Reid: I heard the news. Your departure from FSW is our loss. For what it’s worth, I just wanted to let you know that I respect you. You’ve earned that much.
Lockheart looks down at his hand, and back up at him.
Maggie Lockheart: Have I? And here I thought you and I were just… even.
Reid waits for a few more moments, eventually pulling his hand back in disappointment that Maggie wouldn’t shake it.
Xavier Reid: Fine. If that’s how you want to play it.
Maggie Lockheart: That’s fair.
Xavier Reid: But again, for what it’s worth… I meant everything I said out there earlier. I’m going to do this championship justice.
Maggie Lockheart: Good. Good luck with all that. You got everything you wanted; you’re the future of FSW now. But for what it’s worth, I am disappointed.
Reid’s face turns sour.
Maggie Lockheart: I’m disappointed that the FSW Champion had to go from someone who’s trying to make a name for herself in this business, to someone who is just Luke Wolfe’s new bitch.
OHHHHH!!!
Xavier Reid: Bitch, huh? Well maybe we can do StrangleMania over again, where I made you my bitch.
OHHHHH!!!
There’s so much tension in the air that the security team surrounds Maggie again just to be between her and Reid. Lockheart grins past them in Reid’s direction.
Maggie Lockheart: See ya round, little doggie.
Lockheart walks past Reid toward the exit. Reid stands there clutching the FSW Championship belt with a grin of his own.
Xavier Reid: No, you won’t.
And with that, the scene fades with the new champion watching the old champion walk out of the arena as FSW 57 comes to a close.
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Gautier d. Chambers
MATCH 2 - Lazarus d. Larson
MATCH 3 - Cassidy d. Bane
MAIN EVENT - Conner d. Otaki
MVP: Sebastian Conner
WRITERS : JT, Maggie, Reid, Otaki, Cassidy, Draco
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