FSW UPRISING #002 - DALY CITY

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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:

EPISODE #2

JULY 10TH, 2018

LIVE! from the Cow Palace - Daly City, California

Commentators: Tom Jackson, Ruthann Hunter, and Todd Calloway
Announcer: Stan Gordon
Backstage interviewer: Lisa Goldrush

Before the shows opener, a live feed from the back entrance of the Cow Palace is shown. The audience can be heard in he background cheering as the show begins.

"Rise" by Something Clever 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, Magdalena Lockheart; Otaki all standing underneath the old FSW logo... As pyro goes off the new logo crushes the old and the image of Otaki is replaced with that of Robina Hood before switching to new stars like Smokey Jones, Mark McNair, Hobo, Iggy Swango, Bob, Marquee and Draco Lazarus; to established stars like James Larson, Criss Cassidy, Matt Angel, Lexie Glass, Sebastian Conner and Stephan Kingston...There are highlights from past shows ending with the victory earning Xavier Reid the prized FSW Championship.

As the opening of the show kicks off the camera pans around the crowd who is packed into the Cow Palace.

The fans are as loud if not louder than the pyro and the opening music combined. There are various chants from around the sold out venue.

UPRISING!

LOCKHEART FOR GM!

FSW!

The lights slowly come back to full as the large video screen lowers from it's rafter home. The announcers are on standby and ready as the crowd begins to quiet.

Jackson: Hello to all of you watching at home and abroad, this is the second episode of FSW Uprising. I am Tom Jackson and alongside me is the beautiful Ruthann Hunter and Todd Calloway.

Hunter: Aww thank you.

Calloway: Yo!

Jackson: Last episode we seen a lot of major changes to the brand we proudly call, and the biggest change is the bombshell dropped by my colleague's husband, Jaden Hunter better known as Xplode. He made a huge impact with the sweeping changes he made just to hand it over after only the first show.

Hunter: He is that type, he makes the impact and allows the rest to get on board. In one show, he was able to change the entire culture of FSW and the reviews have been impressive.

Calloway: I personally think the commenting team is responsible for this.

Hunter: Just shut up!

Jackson: We have been hearing the rumors gearing up and with the limo we all seen in the back, I think we can safely confirm the new General Manager is here.

Calloway: I think we are about to find out!

"Hustler" by Zayde Wolf hits the sound system as the lights lower. A man not familiar with the EWC world comes out to the stage in a burst of energy. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as the man absorbs the energy regardless. As the music plays he bounces his way down the ramp greeting fans along the way.

The man stands in the ring awaiting the crowd to simmer down as they chant.

WE WANT XPLODE!

WE WANT XPLODE!

WE WANT XPLODE!

?: Now Now. I get it, you don't know me and let's be honest that first Uprising that Jaden organized was one for the history books. It would be difficult for someone like Michael Saint or Doc Hollister to top. I can also tell you this from the time I had having negotiations, my plan is to take what Jaden started and continue to transform FSW and Uprising into a powerhouse that Brawl and Rampage will have to pay close attention to. You have to be asking yourself who the hell this guy is, so allow me to introduce myself... I am Brandon Carter Banks and simply put, I am the new guy in charge and by that I mean, the new General Manager of FSW! Which means starting //looking at watch// now, Uprising is in my hands.

The crowd gives another mixed reaction of cheers and boos.

Brandon Carter Banks: Don't worry, I am not here to shake things up or ruin the good thing we've got started. I am just here to make it even better!  As a matter of fact, Jaden did more for FSW in a single night and the changes show here tonight as we celebrate a second consecutive sold out show, right here in Cow Palace. In realizing the importance that FSW brings to the EWC and the legacies that are created, and in addition to the statue of Otaki we reached out to fans around the world and are proud to unveil the newest addition to our legends collections that anyone that visits Cow Palace can see. Again, thank you to Jenny Swanson, who is also here tonight. Thank you.

AN XPLODE CHANT BEGINS!!!

Brandon Carter Banks:  I might not be Xplode or James Tyson, but trust me when I say, the things you didn't think you'd see on Uprising or in the FSW, you will! I am a competitive individual but above all else, I am a fan and a deal maker and there's nothing off the table. I am also not one to take disrespect lightly so if you think you're man enough to hit this GM, try me. That's right, I have done my homework and scouted the talent we have here on our brand and I know who has done what. The past is behind us and we are going to start rewriting history and show the rest of EWC why this brand is the new standard bearer. We have the best talent!

LOUD CHEERS ERUPT!!!

Brandon Carter Banks: But above all else, We have the best fans!!!

ANOTHER LOUD ERUPTION OF CHEERS!!

FSW!

FSW!

FSW!

Brandon Carter Banks: As I watched the first episode of Uprising, I felt it would be hard to top with all the new changes. It occurred to me, that we didn't need to top the first show with changes, as this show will be one of the biggest with the number of matches. We have a huge roster of potential and I personally promise each of you, you will not be disappointed. So, without further delays... Ladies and Gentlemen... WELCOME TO UPRISING!!!!!!!!

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Kickoff Match

Elizabeth Chambers v. Lexie Glass

Jackson: And our first match now underway.

Hunter: Lexie seems too have found a new edge to her.

Calloway: Team Syndicate all the way.

Hunter: You would!

DING DING DING

Lexie gets the advantage as she rakes the eyes of Chambers as the ref turns away to call for the bell. Lexie then takes control of the match. Taking Chambers down with a German Suplex. Lexie locks in the Sharpshooter, but Chambers inches her way to the ropes. Chambers gets to her feet, but is taken down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Lexie goes for the cover, but Chambers kicks out at 2. Lexie makes her way to the top rope, but Chambers surprises her a Running dropkick to the face. She takes Lexie to the mat hard with a Superplex. Goes for the cover, but only gets a two count.

As Lexie starts to get to her feet, Chambers goes for Warrior Cry, but Lexie dodges it. As Chambers turns, Lexie takes her down with the Shattered Glass. She goes for the cover… the ref counts...1..2..3!

DING DING DING

Stan Gordon: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. LEXIE GLASS!

The scene opens to FSW rookie question asker Lisa Goldrush stepping through the backstage exit doors of the facility and looking around.

Lisa Goldrush: Where the heck is this guy? I’ve searched everywhere.

She notices a beautiful blonde haired woman in the distance pacing back and forth with a fervor about her. She’s flanked by two muscular men clad in black pants and black shirts. Lisa perks a brow upward.



Lisa Goldrush: Hmm she fits the description of his manager.

The newly hired interviewer picks up some pep in her step and approaches her.

Lisa Goldrush: Excuse me, ma’am, are you Ms. Pamela Jordan, manager to FSW Uprising’s new competitor named Hobo?

The tall blonde is dressed in a sleek white skirt suit with her hair done up and pulled back in a business woman's ponytail bun. She smiles at Lisa briefly, then huffs in frustration.

Pamela Jordan: Yes I am.

Lisa Goldrush: Awesome.

Lisa turns to the camera and motions for the film crew to “go live”. They advise her they’ve been rolling “live” all this time. She shoots them a shocked look. With her still being a rookie interviewer and wrestling journalist, she’s bound to miss cues like this. Lisa keeps it professional and carries on.

Lisa Goldrush: Ladies and Gentlemen I’m Lisa Goldrush, and joining me at this time is Pamela Jordan. She is the manager of our newest roster member, Hobo. Pam, I’ve been looking everywhere for your wrestler and cannot find hyde nor hair, what gives?

The fans, well the men mostly, let out a big pop for Pamela Jordan due to her stunning good looks.

Pamela Jordan: That makes two of us. He ran away from us earlier. He knows where to be right now, and he better show up or else!

Pam’s focus shifts behind the camera crew to somewhere in the distance. Pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head, she motions for her two bodyguards and Lisa to follow her. They obey. What they walk up to is the big dumpster outside and there’s some sounds coming from inside it. Pam pulls out a cloth and puts it over her nose and mouth, then gives Lisa one too, to which the interviewer seems lost to what it means. Pam gestures to her guards and they pound on the side of the metal trash container. A moment later the lid flies up and back and a very hairy, mangy, horribly ugly man comes barreling out, scaring the shit out of Lisa and the film crew.



Hobo: Who the fucks banging on my door? Where’s your fucking manners?

Lisa reels back even farther as the stench of urine and fecal matter mixed with stale food and other smelly things merge to become one fierce odor that nearly flattens her over. She dry heaves several times as Pamela admonishes him for fleeing earlier in the day. After several seconds to regroup, Lisa brings the mic to her lips and speaks in muffled tone through the cloth over her nose and mouth.

Lisa Goldrush: Mr. Hobo, I’m sorry to have bothered you. We were trying to find you for your obligated introduction interview that all new hires get upon the first broadcast of their signing. May I get a word with you, trust me it’ll be quick… Trust me!

He gives her a scowl and points a trembling finger at her.

Hobo: You better hurry up with your nonsense so I can get back to decorating my crib.

Lisa Goldrush: Yes sir, absolutely! Mr. Hobo, what brings you to FSW Uprising and what are your overall goals.

Hobo scoffs and itches the lice in his beard and head.

Hobo: Ask this heartless bitch over here *points to Pamela Jordan*. She kidnapped me! She says I have--

Before he can delve any further, the two big bodyguards swarm and subdue him. Pam steps in as they do so, and smiles sweetly at Lisa and the audience.

Pamela Jordan: As you can see he’s not a well man, but I have been tasked with bringing him back from the dumps he’s been living in, so he can become a man again. He was a damn fine wrestler back in the day; it’s literally the only thing he’s ever been good at, so I’m trying to recapture that for him in the name of his late great father.

Lisa Goldrush: That’s very commendable of you. A lot of people wouldn’t help out someone in his position.

Pamela Jordan: What can I say? I’m a woman with a big heart and I’m passionate in what I do. I help people, even those who don’t realize they need the help. And since I have the floor here, I’d like to announce to the FSW roster that my client, Hobo as he likes to be referred to as for some silly reason, is delivering an open challenge to anyone who wants to meet him in the ring on the next Uprising. Preferably we’d like someone who is more on his level; he hasn’t wrestled in nearly two decades, has been homeless that entire time, so he’s lost a step or two.. Or three or four. A nice “warm up” match would be great, then we can get into the bigger fish. The ultimate end goal is the Uprising World Title, of course.

Lisa beams a big smile under the cloth and looks at the camera, eager to end this clusterfuck.

Lisa Goldrush: Well there you have it folks. The FSW locker room has been put on notice. Hobo will be at the next show looking to restart the career he lost two decades ago. Who will accept his challenge? Find out on the next Uprising.

Lisa and Pam smile at each other, then at the camera, and as the scene fades Hobo can be seen in the background mouthing “HELP!” as he’s being gently restrained by the two men.

Match 2

Marquee v. David Scott

DING DING DING

David Scott. Marquee. Two men that couldn’t be more different. Marquee entered to uprorious boos while the rechristened David Scott entered to a different response altogether. There was hushed silence as Scott entered the fray but don’t take that as a sign of apathy because as soon as entered the ring, he went right after Marquee. The FSW faithful popped as David Scott seemingly taught Marquee a lesson and beat into his chest with knife edge chops until the capitularies in his chest burst to a horrifying effect.

Marquee tried as he may to retreat from Scott but the grizzled veteran loomed over him and kicked and stomped at him. Marquee tried to reverse an irish whip but as he ran against the ropes, Scott back body dropped him into the air. The crowd audibly gasped as Marquee was lifted nearly 10 feet from the canvas before gravity did its damage. Marquee grabbed his lower back in agony but Scott was relentless. Backbreaker. Vertical suplex. Finally, a hangman’s neckbreaker.

After a very close two count, Marquee begged away from Scott into a corner.

David Scott for all of his years in this business underestimated the cunning of his opponent. The tables turned as Marquee jammed his thumb into Scott’s eye and introduced his face into the middle turnbuckle with a drop toe hold. Give Marquee credit because then he tried to steal the match with a roll up with his legs on the ropes.

The referee caught him but he didn’t catch the mule kick he gave Scott while he was out of position.

Like a vulture, Marquee picked the bones clean and showed Scott just how capable he was.

At first the crowd booed with every right hand, every toe kick, and even every chop, although a pale imitation of David’s, but perhaps their will to cheer David on drained as Marquee thwarted and reversed every comeback from Die Hard David Scott. He countered another neckbreaker attempt with an elbow to the back of the head and as Scott turned around more aggravated than hurt, Marquee knocked his block off with a superkick.

Only for a two count.

That kick to the jaw seemed to be like smelling salts to Scott. He reversed the Grand Marquee by breaking the full nelson and jabbing Marquee in the breadbasket with his elbow. Snapmare takeover and then a kick to the base of Marquee’s spine. Scott sized him up and as Marquee stood, Scott seized him in the Crossface Chickenwing. Marquee stumbled forth with his expression one of outright terror and his arms flailing wildly.

Resistance was futile for Marquee. He had given as good as he got here but the hold was locked in the middle of the ring. Scott wrapped his legs around Marquee like a boa constrictor. Marquee, in the smartest move of the night for him, tapped furiously to avoid any further damage. 

DING DING DING

Stan Gordan: And here's your winner, David Scott!

Scott allowed for his hand to be raised in victory. He shot a brief look of surprise at the fallen Marquee. He knew that he won that one by the skin of his teeth

PRE-TAPED SEGMENT

Candy: So here I am waiting for the doors to open.

Joining her outside of the Cow Palace are plenty of her Sweet Treats. They let out a cheer knowing that they’re now on camera.

Candy: Not only am I going to see my husband take it to James Larson tonight, but while I’m here it wouldn’t hurt to scope out my competition for Sunday as well. Right? Right. So that’s exactly what I’m about to do.

Candy nods.

Candy: Hopefully, Draco Lazarus can show me something worthwhile tonight. But I’m not exactly counting on it.

There is a hint of disappointment in her tone as she shakes her head.

Candy: The only way Draco gets the upper hand against Sebastian is if his Collateral Damage buddies show up. We all know that. And if that turns out to be the case, I might just have to do something about it. Because that’s something I won’t tolerate. Sebastian deserves a fair fight.

Candy pauses.

Candy: No matter the outcome is tonight, I sure do hope he are ready for what’s coming his way on Sunday. Because you see, after I won the Indy Championship, I lost to Waylon Graves. Now that I successfully retained at Showtime…”, she pats the title that remains on her shoulder with a smile, “...I’m not about to let history repeat itself. Draco can take his best shot though. I’m always up for a challenge. But this time, I’m making good on my claims and not leaving the Vector Arena without this win!

END OF PRE-TAPED SEGMENT

Calloway: CANDY IS HERE TONGHT!

Jackson: Well some tough words from our Prime's own INDY CHAMPION, CANDY who later this week faces Draco.

Calloway: Lucky for him.

Hunter: You have some serious issues, I am beginning to think Draco and Collateral Damage is the most hated in EWC history!

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The cameras open up backstage as Xavier Reid walks through a door leading into the Cow Palace and is followed by Luke Wolfe and Jessica Wolfe.

Xavier Reid: So we have a media center, gym and medical area, it really is everything one will need to succeed…

Luke Wolfe: It’s impressive, this place has everything, it really does..

Jessica Wolfe: Might be a little too much though, where is the incentive to leave the nest?

Xavier Reid: There really isn’t any to be honest, why would you want to leave this place, it has everything you need and you can put down roots.

Luke Wolfe: But you can never fight for this…

Luke holds up the EWC World Championship belt.

Jessica Wolfe: Or any major title in the EWC, it’s the FSW Championship or nothing...no disrespect.

Xavier Reid: No I get it, I really do, I understand what I would be giving up to stay here and build the FSW into what the EWC sees it as...what he envisioned it could be…

The members of the Trinity stops at look up at a picture of Jaden Hunter...Xplode himself, Luke looks at the picture and smirks



Luke Wolfe: I take it back, the artworks around here sucks.

Xavier and Jessica laugh

Xavier Reid: Listen I bought in at Uprising #001, I heard him talk about what he thought the FSW could be and honestly I thought we were on the same page, I really did. He wasn’t talking about us as just a developmental brand and I thought with him at the helm we could see real change...change like the FSW roster getting their shots...the shots only offered to Brawl and Rampage wrestlers but then in a blink of an eye he was gone...hell he didn’t even stay long enough to see the statue of Otaki out front and now...well we see to be back in the BX era...just the same old FSW again...just with a new name and a new night and that doesn’t sit well with me...as FSW Champion. I watched you Luke, when you were the X-Division Champion, you set the new terms for that title...change the way it was viewed and I want to do the same with the FSW Championship...hell for the FSW as a whole.

Luke smiles patting Xavier on the shoulder.

Luke Wolfe: I know you do. That's the fire I saw in you, and THAT'S why I hand picked you to be my successor some day. One day, when the time is right... The Trinity will be yours, and I know you will carry on our legacy.

Xavier stops outside a set of doors

Xavier Reid: This roster is good enough to compete against those on Brawl and Rampage, I watched backstage at some of those EWC Title matches on Scars & Stripes and thought to myself what would have happened if Meagan was in that match, how would have Sebastian done in that match...what if Smokey Jones was in their mixing it up. I watched Magdalena Lockheart take Ace King to his limits...just as I had done and thought why not me...where was my rematch against him, hell I pinned Ace King...something that hasn’t been done outside the King of the Mountain match in a long long time yet I was sitting backstage because I’m in the FSW.

Luke Wolfe: You are not going to change the way things are done Xavier, the EWC has its way. I tried believe me, if it were up to me I would put the EWC World Heavyweight Championship up against all comers. Best I could do is give everyone a chance to shine. To do exactly what you want them to do.

Jessica Wolfe: It’s a wheel in motion.

Xavier Reid: And I am not ok with that, not as long as I am the FSW Champion...I’m going to keep chasing change.

Luke Wolfe: I tell you what, if you believe you can create change, I wont stop either. It's the least I can do for you. But don't lose your focus on the main prize Xavier…

Luke points to the FSW Championship belt sticking out of his bag.

Luke Wolfe: Because everyone looks at the champion when it comes to this brand, they have the real power so if you want to be this change then you damn better keep that gold belt...you better be ready for Smokey Jones tonight…

Jessica Wolfe: And have eyes in the back of your head watching for Sebastian Conner because we can’t be here each and every Uprising to be those eyes…

Xavier looks down at the belt in this bag, then back up at Luke and Jessica and nods.

Xavier Reid: This is us...our locker room…

Xavier pushes open the doors for Luke and Jessica and then follows them in to see his cousin Tlatoani Volando standing over a small table shoveling something into his mouth, he hears the door close behind him and jumps up and turns around with a look of someone busted might have, he exhales loudly when he sees it’s the members of The Trinity.

Tlatoani Volando: Oooohhh mannnnn, it’s just youuuuu guyyyyysssss hahahaha, guys, guys Jessica isn’t a guy...she’s a gal...gal….girllllll.

Luke Wolfe: Did he have a match last night in Mexico or something?

Xavier Reid: No, he was here with me…

Jessica Wolfe: When was the last time he was checked for a concussion?

Tlatoani Volando: You two….you two are sooooo funny, we should go to Mexico and be a six man team….ohhhhh mannnn, that would be so dope….dope….doooppppppeeee…..

The pitch in Jessica's voice changes to something all too familiar. Physically... she is ALL Jessica... but we know this voice.

Jessica/Annabelle: Oh Jesus... Is this guy for real?

Jessica bends down and picks up a note that is laying down by Tlatoani’s feet and reads it out loud.

Jessica Wolfe: Xavier, best of luck tonight and no matter how things go please enjoy these brownies after the match...they will put you in a good place!!!!

Tlatoani turns and the camera show a half eaten plate of brownies on the table and Tlatoani grabs another brownie and shoves it into his mouth…



Jessica Wolfe: Smokey Jones….

Tlatoani Volando: Man what a good dude...I hope he does well tonight….wait….he’s facing yooouuuuu….ohhhhhhhh mannnnnnn

Jessica/Annabelle: This guy can't be fucking serious... Please... PLEEEAAASSEE LET ME HURT HIM!

Luke Wolfe: Calm down Jess, no need to bring out the demon. Xavier, they are hash brownies…. tell me you realize this.

Xavier Reid: Tlatoani how many of these have you had?

Tlatoani Volando: Ooohhhh mannnn Xavier….they are sooooooo goood, I have just been eating them….wait…..hash brownies….haaaasssssshhhhhh brownies….like weed...ooooohhhhh maaannnnnnn

Jessica walks over and grabs what’s left of the brownies and dumps him into the trash.

Xavier Reid: Tlatoani you are going to have to stay back here for the rest of the show, I swear you are worse than a damn Gremlin with all the rules I have to deal with…

Luke Wolfe: Don’t worry about him, we will get a staffer to watch over him, focus on the task at hand Champ…. We will be out there with you.

Luke reaches out and places his hand on Xavier’s shoulder

Match 3

Steve Barnes v. The Mercenary

Mercenary walks out onto the stage. A large log chain is draped over his shoulders. He stops at top of the ramp staring daggers at Steve Barnes in the ring. He holds a microphone at his side, and he signals for his music to be silenced. Standing grave-stone still for a pregnant pause Merc slowly brings the mic up, waiting for his music to fade before speaking

Mercenary: Howdy Cow Palace. Much love to my So-Cal Crew...

He pauses and smiles, putting a finger to the bridge piece of his shades, he slides them down so that his eyes can be seen. Smiling wider he looks directly into the camera and winks theatrically at the crowd and the folks at home before chuckling to himself and pushing his sunglasses straight with a single gloved finger.

Mercenary: From right here in the heart of Northern California and back across the bridge to the East Bay. You'll have to excuse me but I felt compelled to thank The Champ for his Geography lesson in semantics last week. In fact I wanted to thank Drake (The fans cheer wildly at the mention of the legends name. Mercenary nods and applauds along with them until they calm and quiet down.) Yeah, I hear ya. He's a legend and it was great to get a visit from him last week, and I just wanted to thank him for the acknowledgement and advice he took the time to impart last week. You see when you're a big fish in a small pond sometimes you forget that there are sharks swimming in the deeper waters, and it was good of him to step down to my level to let me know just how deep it can get around here.

Jackson: Now is it me, or does he not sound entirely earnest in his gratitude?

Calloway: He does seem to be taking a tone.

Hunter: He does seem to be talking like an outright asshole Todd.

Calloway: Like I said, 'a tone'.

Mercenary: Now don't get me wrong, and I mean this with the highest of respect, but Champ you seemed to come with a little bit of a mixed message. In the same speech you told people like me not to 'cling to past achievements in former, smaller feds.' and then you said to 'stick to who you are and never allow others to make you feel like you are not worthy of being in that main event.' But I would ask you Champ, who are we if not an amalgamation of our past failures and achievements? Who are we if we are not where we've been and what we've done? And how can we stay true to ourselves if we don't recognize those aspects of ourselves. I am not a small fish from a small pond. As you gave me a Geography lesson last week, let me give you one this week. You see on one coast we have the Pacific Ocean... but it is not the only ocean there is because on the other coast we have The Atlantic. They are both wide. They are both deep. And they are both full of predators and prey. But they are both Oceans. I did not come from a 'small fed' and I to was a Champion in my past and as a former champ I would be failing in my responsibility to the title that I held if I allowed anyone to show disrespect for the friends and enemies who helped write that chapter of my career in this business. Now despite all this I do respect you, and I do agree that the EWC is a grand stage. I would not have come here if I didn't see the greatness of this place, and I would not have chosen to start all over again in FSW if I didn't think that it would be a challenge worth facing. But I ain't no little fish, and with all due respect Drake, I don't choose to allow your words to make me feel unworthy. I'm a proud man. I'm proud of where I come from. I'm proud of the people I had to beat to achieve what I have accomplished, and I'm proud of the past opponents and allies who I care to call comrades and friends.

Mercenary: But that is the past, and now it's time for me to wade into this big deep ocean of talent here in the FSW. Which brings me back to You: Iron Man. I have to admit I'm kinda puzzled by you my guy. You want to enter a world where you fight for every scrap you can tear off of another person's plate, but you don't want to use fangs or talons to accomplish your goals. You and I have been thrown at each other in this 'first blood' match, and you readily accept that anything goes. And here I am with this big damn chain, and every fiber of my instinct is screaming at me to wrap this cold steel around my hand and come down there to show you what five fingers and a fist have to say to your face. I should just come down to that ring and use my trusty chain to split you wide and make a quick and easy night of it. (He pauses and pulls the chain from around his shoulders, holding it out in a clenched fist.) BUT... for all my confusion... and I just don't get you at all... I have to say that I do admire your conviction. SO (He drops the chain on the stage, letting it coil into a pile of steel at his feet.) If you want hand to hand my man, that's what you're gonna get.

Merc drops the mic down next to his discarded chain and rushes full speed to the ring. As he slides under the bottom rope the bell sounds and the two opponents lock up and the fight is on.

DING DING DING

Mercenary is in control as he plants Barnes with a ChickenWing Facebuster, followed by a furry of fists, trying to break skin. Barnes catches a break when Mercenary goes for a Middle Rope Guillotine. Barnes rolls out of the way, then goes on the offensive. First with a Rising Knee, then a Samoan Drop, followed by the Bucky Lock. He knows he can’t win, he just uses it to tire Mercenary out. He lets go as Mercenary rolls in pain. Mercenary then catches his break when Barnes goes for a Top Rope Diving Elbow. Mercenary then follows with The Gravestone Drop before grabbing Barnes, and tossing him out of the ring.

Mercenary goes under the ring and pulls out a trash can lid, as Barnes gets up, Mercenary swings but Barnes ducks while simultaneously setting up, then driving Mercenary hard to the outside with Stark Strike. Both men are down for a minute. Barnes gets to his feet first.

Barnes goes to grab Mercenary, but Mercenary catches him with a Low Blow. Mercenary tries to whip Barnes into the Ringpost, but Barnes reverses it, sending Mercenary head first into the ringpost. Barnes grabs Mercenary again, dragging him to his feet, but Mercenary surprises him lunging up for a Clothesline, Barnes ducks, he turns as Mercenary charges, Barnes sidesteps taking Mercenary down with a Drop Toe Hold, Mercenary’s head hits the corner of the middle steel step, busting his head open.

DING DING DING

Stan Gordon: HERE IS YOUR WINNER STEVE BARNES!

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The Extreme Screen cuts to the backstage area where we see Magdalena Lockheart limping through the back wearing street clothes, multiple bandages, and a heavy brace on her left knee. She stops in the middle of what appears to be an isolated and desolate hallway in the Cow Palace, absolutely no foot traffic surrounds her. Even the lights back here are a little bit dim. The fans of Daly city begin to wonder what exactly Maggie is doing until she clears her throat which brings a silence over the crowd.

Magdalena Lockheart: Otaki!

Maggie stops, and looks around.

Magdalena Lockheart: Hmm. This used to always work before…

Maggie opens a nearby door. The room is empty. She flips on the lights and there’s nothing inside but some equipment boxes strewn about the floor.

Magdalena Lockheart: Oh Otaaaakkkiiii… wheeerrreeee aaarrreeee yyoooouuuu?!

She steps into the room cautiously. Her eyes dart from one side of the room to the other but there is nothing, not even a hint of movement. She sighs aloud.

Magdalena Lockheart: God damn it. I've... lost my touch apparently. Just the slightest mention of her name used to bring her out of the woodwork like voodoo. Hmmph. OTAKIIIiiiiIIIiii!! Where the hell are you?!

Maggie limps over to one of the nearby crates and gingerly hops up onto it to take a seat. She buries her chin in her hand in thought.

Magdalena Lockheart: Hmm. Ooh! I know... What about… Megan! Megan Treamon?! I know you can hear me! Come on out of the darkness before I find you… and tell you all about the story of the one-legged girl in the ass kicking contest like we both know that I could!

Nothing. Maggie waits impatiently for a few moments, but still nothing. She sighs again.

Magdalena Lockheart: Ugh. I can’t believe that I’m about to do this…

She wraps her fingers around the edge of the crate she’s sitting on.

Magdalena Lockheart: Robin-

??: You called?

Magdalena Lockheart: AHHH!

Maggie jerks her head to the side and sitting right next to her seemingly out of thin air is the purple-haired dynamo - Robina Hood.

Magdalena Lockheart: Jesus Christ you scared me!

Robina Hood: You would be thankful if that’s all that I do to you.

Robina pops up from the crate and turns to face Magdalena directly; both Maggie and the Uprising crowd get their first good look at her. Robina’s in her sultry, more revealing ring gear. She’s standing in a fighting stance with her fists balled.

Robina Hood: Why did you summon me here?

Magdalena Lockheart: Well, it ain't for a fight, if that’s what you’re asking.

Robina Hood: I don’t trust you. You’ve deceived me in the past. You’ve deceived FSW in the past. What makes now any different?

Magdalena taps on her knee brace. She looks up at Robina and sarcastically shrugs her shoulders.

Magdalena Lockheart: Oh great. I’ve got the whole world thinking I’m a ‘master manipulator’. A… ‘master of deception’ now. Well if you would chill for just a minute I’d tell you. There’s no denying that you’d have the upper hand in a potential exchange anyway Otak- ...Robina. Quite frankly I didn’t come here to get fuckin’ shot with an arrow or acid misted or whatever it is the hell that you do now.

Robina checks over her shoulders, the corners of the room, and then the door. After sensing no immediate threat she then lowers her fists from her fighting stance.

Robina Hood: You have thirty seconds. But if this is a trick-

Magdalena Lockheart: No tricks. Jesus Christ. Would it help you to say that I agree that I deceived you? That I know that I’ve tricked people in the past, in FSW, to get them to help me topple you?

Robina Hood: No.

Magdalena Lockheart: I'm all about the Future Robina, not the past...

Robina Hood: Ten seconds.

Magdalena Lockheart: ALRIGHT- What I called you here to say was... I’ve seen the comments. Apparently people think that when I held up two fingers to our infallible Champion Xavier Reid at the end of the last episode of Uprising that that obviously meant that I was coming for his championship. But I’m a deceiver, okay? Manipulation is what I do. I showed up here tonight just to tell you that I have no intentions of skipping over any ‘line’ in whatever path I might be on to the FSW Title. Two can mean anything right? As in, two can mean something as simple as that I would make an appearance on this, the second show. That I’d, talk about second chances; a second opportunity as it were. Two can be, that I want to do things the right way the second time or two could simply be that I’d like to be the first person to be a two-time FSW Champion. But hey, two can mean that manipulation works both ways and I have solid evidence to prove that something wasn’t right in how that glass-tables match ended between Reid and I at StrangleMania. ...that he and James Tyson weren’t up to any good.

Robina Hood: What all does that have to do with me?

Magdalena Lockheart: Robina, or Megan… can I talk to Megan? Look. What I wanted to tell you was two things ironically. First of which is that I saw the announcement that X made about you getting a bronze statue erected right outside of the Cow Palace here. As much as it sucks for me… as much as I hate it … considering how many times I beat you… I’ve got to give you props when they’re due. You’ve earned it… or Otaki did... Megan Treamon... Whatever. But I think you’re forgetting one thing about your quest to regain your former glory…

Robina Hood: ...and that is?

Magdalena Lockheart: At the end of that historic run, the longest reigning FSW Champion of all time never got her rematch, did she? Now I’m not privy to what your contract states, what the details are, but I still think that you’re owed at least one second chance at being FSW Champion... based off of how many times you actually defended that title during that historic run. A bronze statue is nice and all… but I’m not sure if that’s what you really want.

Robina seems to think about what Lockheart has to say for a moment.

Robina Hood: ...and the second?

Magdalena Lockheart: Oh, that. Well, I also remember hearing a rumor about FSW perhaps picking up some Tag-Team championships of their own. Well, it just may be a rumor; not quite sure where I heard that actually. And hell, even if that never materializes there are still the EWC Tag-Team Championships out there waiting for a certain pair of badasses to hold them. If you were ever interested, or ever needed a partner for such a thing, I’d like to throw my name into the fold.

Robina looks at Maggie for a few moments but begins to laugh nearly uncontrollably. Magdalena watches on as Robina works to regain her composure.

Robina Hood: You honestly think that I would ever team with you? After all of the stunts that you’ve pulled?

Magdalena points her finger right in Robina’s face. The tension goes from jovial to nuclear instantaneously.

Magdalena Lockheart: You’d do it in a goddamn second if you were still the same Otaki that did what was best for FSW! You may not like me and if you don’t I couldn’t really care less if you did… but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re two former FSW Champions that can still work to bust through that glass ceiling that the EWC main roster folks like to keep ahold of!

Robina takes a swing at Maggie, catching her square on the jaw. The blast nearly knocks Magdalena off of the crate and Robina starts to walk off. Hood mutters something under her breath until she feels a hand grip her on the shoulder and spin her back around. She’s spun around and now she’s face-to-face with Lockheart who has blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Lockheart stares deep into Robina’s eyes and says through gritted teeth:

Magdalena Lockheart: I guess I was wrong about you…

Lockheart takes a step back and balls up her fists.

Magdalena Lockheart: People change, Robina! I thought you’d know that considering that you’ve changed the most out of all of us. Whatever. 'Good luck’ in your match against the leader of the Trinity tonight. Seems like you'll be needing it.

Instead of hitting Robina, Magdalena pushes past her, hard limping toward the door.

Magdalena Lockheart: Kind of a shame to see that Luke Wolfe's lackey now represents the height of this brand, Robina… but it’s even worse to see how far the purple-haired dynamo continues to fall.

With that, Lockheart slams the door shut behind her. Robina snarls as she looks up at the camera before letting a momentary smile appear upon her face while pulling out a red rose.

Robina Hood: And what you continue to not realise is that sometimes one has to fall before they can rise again…

With those words The Emo Princess drops her flower, the moment it strikes the floor the feed violently snaps back to ringside.

Match 4

James Larson v. Robbie Rayder

DING DING DING

As the bell rings, Rayder and Larson lock up. Larson gets Rayder into a Side Headlock, but the advantage is short lived as Rayder takes him to the mat with a Belly to Back Suplex. Rayder connects with a Standing Moonsault, goes for the pin but Larson kicks out at two. Rayder follows with a Deadlift German Suplex. Goes for the cover again but Larson kicks out again. Rayder goes to the top turnbuckle but Larson meets him there wit a hard right. Then takes Rayder hard to the mat with a Swinging Neckbreaker. He goes for the cover but Rayder kicks out. Larson locks in a Camel Clutch, but Rayder manages to survive by reaching the ropes. When Rayder gets up, Larson connects with Knee of Fate, and gets a 2 count befoer Rayder kicks Larson heads to the corner for the Trust Fall, but Rayder moves out of the way.

Rayder connects with Shock and Awe. He heads to the top turnbuckle, sets, leaps, and connects with Aire Rayde V.1. He hooks the legs...the ref counts..1..2..3!

DING DING DING

Stan Gordon: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. ROBBIE RAYDER!

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Match 5

Sebastian Conner v. Draco Lazarus

DING DING DING

When the bell rings Draco is too busy barking at the fans to notice Conner not wasting any time. Draco turns to a series of hard right backing Draco into the corner. Draco tries to employ the Please! I Didn’t Mean It tactic throwing his arms in front of his face calling timeout. Conner doesn’t bite delivering a series of blows to the chest of Draco. Conner then drops Draco with a DDT. Then follows with a Running Knee then multiple German Suplexes. He goes for the cover but Draco kicks out at two. He drags Draco up for a Powerbomb, but Draco catches him offguard, pulling him off his feet then catapulting him into the corner. Conner stumbles out, Draco connects with Sweet Shin Music. Draco spends some time beating the 5 count by rubbing his foot across the throat of Conner while holding the ropes then yelling at the crowd.

Draco starts drop Conner up but Conner connects with a few Elbow shots to the gut of Draco. Draco goes for the Clothesline, but Conner ducks, bounces off the ropes, connecting with a Spear. He follows with a Sleeper, but Draco eventually drives him into the corner after a second wind. As they both get out of the corner. Draco connects with the Golden Ratio then goes for the pin but Conner kicks out at 2.

IF CONNER WINS:

Draco goes for Silence is Golden but in a feat of athleticism Conner matches to reverse it into Duly Noted, or his own Reverse Gory Special. Draco is clearly not going to last long, Conner clearly has this all but won. Until Margot the Mad hops onto the apron hops onto the apron. Causing the ref to be distracted, and Conner to drop Draco. Neither of which noticing Draco going for his Golden Cane. Margot still distracts the ref as Conner turns his attention back to Draco. Draco cracks Conner in the knee then tosses the Golden Cane as Margot the Mad laughs then hops down off the apron. Draco goes for The Golden Ticket, but Conner counters with a Back Body Drop. As they get to their feet, Conner acts first, finishing Draco off with Honorable Deeds.

DING DING DING

Stan Gordon: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. SEBASTIAN CONNER!

As The ref raises Conner’s arm in victory, Draco comes from behind with a Chop Block to Conner’s left Knee. Draco then grabs his Golden Cane, Then uses it to be Conner in a One Legged Crab. Margot blocks the ref from breaking it up. The ref gets around Margot after a few seconds. Draco releases the hold then quickly grabs the leg of Conner, dragging him to the corner. He stops to drop an Elbow to the left knee before hopping outside the ring. Draco grabs the knee of Conner, then wraps it around the ringpost three times. Conner is writhing in pain, holding his knee, but Draco was just pausing to grab a chair. He comes back, drags Conner’s back out then slams the chair against the knee of corner three more times.

Jackson: Can it be?!

Calloway: CANDY!!!

The EWC's INDY Champion, Candy comes rushing out of the crowd with a pink baseball bat. She runs and swings at Margot but her and Draco escape up the ramp as Draco blows Candy a kiss.

Hunter: He is purely disgusting, and a coward.

Calloway: Not  coward, just smart. He's saving himself for Prime.

Jackson: Candy gave fair warning.

Hunter: But the damage already done, as Sebastian is now being tended to by paramedics.

Candy checks on Sebastian as paramedics begin to wrap the leg. As this is going on the scene goes backstage.

Lisa Goldrush is stationed in the hallway by the gorilla position backstage, waiting for her assignment to arrive. Sarah Roberts and Delilah Huang start down the hall, and are interrupted by a smiling Lisa and accompanying crew.

Sarah Roberts: Jesus Christ.

Delilah Huang: Here we go, this bitch and her 99 fuckin' questions.

Lisa Goldrush: I'm sorry to inconvenience you, but tonight is Sarah's FSW debut and I was wondering if either of you have any words before your first match.

Almost simultaneously, both Sarah and Delilah fold their arms over their chest and glance at each other, then nod.

Sarah Roberts: Sure, few words. One match in, Iggy. You're nothing. You still have training wheels on.

Delilah Huang: Yeah, you done fucked up! You know who this is? Did you watch that lil' video we did on your ass? This is The Deerfield Destroyer, Sarah Roberts. Twenty two years in the game. Between you and her? That's a lifetime of experience. That's what's gonna matter here. You're gonna step up, get hit, get shook, then end up taking the L.

Sarah Roberts: I'll even be up front with you and let you know that regardless of what condition you leave that ring in tonight, it's nothing personal. It's business. It's natural selection. It's what these people out here want to see! They want to see the strong defeat the weak, and they want to see people get hurt and god damn it, I give those fuckers every ounce of everything I have. I hope you brought your band, all 15 of your fans, and a fuckin' shotgun 'cause that's the only chance you stand of walking out of here on your own two feet, let alone away with the win. But hey, after I pay for your hospital room, I'll buy you a McDonald's shake machine so you can have something nice while your jaw's wired shut.

Sarah turns and resumes her path towards the gorilla position.

Delilah Huang: Enjoy that face while it's still in tact, bitch!

Delilah then follows after Sarah as the scene fades to black.

Match 6

Sarah Roberts v. Iggy Swango

Anything Goes/No DQ

DING DING DING

While Iggy comes to the ring prepared for this NO DQ ANYTHING GOES match by securing a steel chair from a lucky fan during her entrance, Sara Roberts seems content with only her hands and feet as the equalizers to it. Wrong! The bell rings and Iggy storms over to batter her foe down with the chair, but Roberts pulls out a pair of nunchucks and whacks the chair out of her hands. Sarah whizzes them at her head but Iggy ducks, dips, dives, and dodges for dear life until she’s able to change levels and dropkick Sarah’s knee out from under her. She follows it up with a running big boot that sends Sarah rolling into the nearby corner trying to shake the cobwebs out.

Iggy does a quick hip shimmy dance that riles up the fans then collides into Sarah full force with a hip attack. The crowd is really getting behind her! As she goes to pluck her foe from the corner, Sarah desperately jabs her in the gut and ribs with the nunchucks she still has in her hands. Iggy throws a glancing blow that knocks the weapon away but she can’t stop the spinning backfist that sends her twirling in place but still standing due to her dogged toughness. Sarah capture suplexes her then piles on top of her raining down hammerists like a madwoman. Iggy takes the brunt on her forearms as she takes defensive measures so Sarah grabs her by the arm and tries for one on her MMA style submissions. Showing surprising awareness, Iggy rolls with it and counters into a modified roll up pin...

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Both women roll away from each other, reset, then go balls to the wall again. They trade blows, go back and forth with holds and reversals of holds into holds of their own, and even spill their battle to the outside. Sarah T-Bone Suplexes her into the first few rows of fans but luckily it’s the section where some of Iggy’s Vanilla Poltergeist Snake bandmates are seated. Some are drunk and feel brave enough to try to block Sarah’s advance as Iggy scrambles to her feet trying to regroup, even though their help is unneeded with Iggy holding her own very well. Bad move on their part. Sarah manhandles them out of her way, hurling them by arm and neck and even folds one over with a spinning back kick to the stomach. With her path to Iggy clear, she makes a beeline for her. Iggy throws a chair at her face but Sarah punches it out of the air. However, it was only a ruse.

WHAAAACK! Clang!

Iggy bell claps Sarah with two chairs, either side of the head, scrambling her equilibrium. Wanting her pals to get some payback, Iggy briefly holds Sarah while her bandmates get some shots in on her. Delilah, Iggy’s manager, flips out and hurls her shoes at them which actually breaks up the gang attack, prompting Iggy to short arm clothesline Sarah back to the ringside area. She leaps into the barrier and tries to do an aerial move but Sarah surges to life with her second wind and Superman Punches her out of the sky. Delilah peels back the ringside mats and is yapping all kinds of words way too fast for people to understand. Sarah seems to get it and drags Iggy onto the apron with her to finish her with Zero Bullshit - a sitout piledriver off the apron -- but Iggy reverses and back body drops her onto the exposed concrete.

Grabbing the chair from earlier, Iggy measures Sarah’s head and jumps off the apron with it honed in but Sarah, hearing Delilah’s warning, spins and meets her in the air with her finisher LIGHTS OUT which rockets the chair back into Iggy’s face with a murderous gunshot like sound. Delilah and Sarah urgently shove Iggy into the ring where Sarah covers her..

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DING DING DING

Stan Gordon: Your winner… Sarah Roberts.

The fans cheer for Sarah's toughness and badassery. Sarah wipes the blood off her self inflicted wound from the ending headbutt and gives chase to Iggy’s bandmates, but they flee in different directions.

Match 7

Mark McNair v. Matt Angel v. Dirk Buchanan

As the bell rings, McNair and Buchanan take Angel down with a Double Clothesline. McNair then Buchanan go at it. Buchanan gets the advantage with a few European Uppercuts followed by a Spinning Backfist, and finished off the combo with a Snapmare followed by a kick to the back. He goes for the pin but Angel breaks it up. Everyone gets to their feet, McNair and Angel send Dirk over the ropes with a Double Clothesline. Then go at it, McNair gets the upper hand with a few chops followed by a Scoop Slam. McNair goes for a Crossface, but Angel holds off long enough for Dirk to break up the submission. Dirk throws McNair out of the ring. As Dirk turns he is met by a kick to the gut followed by The Propechie’s End. Angel goes for the cover but it is broken up by McNair. McNair sends Angel into the corner.


As Dirk gets to his feet, McNair meets him with the Mach 1 Missle. Angel begins to get out from the corner, McNair goes for the Mach 1 Missle again, but Angel moves, Mcnair crashes shoulder first into the ringpost. Dirk comes from behind and nails Angel with a Forearm Smash. He spins Angel around, kicks him the gut, sets him up, lifts, and sends him flying into McNair with a BuckleBomb. McNair falls through the ropes, onto the outside. Dirk grabs Angel sets him up for Censored Colors, but Angel escapes and catches Dirk with a few hard european uppercuts, then connects with the Fallen. He makes the cover...the ref counts...1..2...3!

DING DING DING

Stan Gordon: Here is your Winner...MATT ANGEL!

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Match 8

Megan Treamon v. Luke Wolfe

Falls Count Anywhere

Jackson: What an exiciting triple threat we just witnessed between Matt Angel, Mark McNair, and Dirk Buchanan. But the excitement doesn’t stop there. Get your popcorn ready folks, because the EWC Undisputed Champion is about to enter the FSW:Uprising ring.

Hunter: Robina Hood has defeated Ace King, so it would not surprise these FSW fans if she walks away with the victory here tonight.

Stan Gordon: Our next match is a Falls Count Anywhere Match. Introducing first...hailing from Sherwood Forrest….ROBINA HOOD!

They say we wanted attention

Those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela, along with a momentary flash of bright light, immediately caused an incredibly loud, and mostly positive, response from the tonight's audience as red petals rain down from the ceiling of the arena. A purple-haired lady comes through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders and, instantly knowing that she is Robina Hood, the people in attendance begins to become even louder with their cheers. The forest-dweller throws her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This causes 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 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. 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 did a 270 degrees spin and punched the air at the moment “watch me ignite” escaped the P.A. System, electing an even louder response from the people in attendance tonight

Jackson: Robina Hood is looking to send a message to FSW with a big win over Luke Wolfe here after her shot at the Money in the Bank contract for the FSW Title.

Calloway: She wants to show everyone she is just as dangerous and driven as she was when she was the FSW Champion.

Hunter: Robina earned everyone’s respect when she won the Rumble in the Bronx two years ago. If she can defeat the Undisputed Champion here, she will earn everyone’s respect again.

Stan Gordon: And her opponent...hailing from Atlanta, GA...He is the EWC Undisputed Champion...representing Friday Night Rampage… LUKE WOLFE!

There is a crackle of thunder, and the crowd ERUPTS as the lights start to dim, and we hear the sound of rain, thunder, and flashes of lightning inside the arena. As the sounds and sights of the storm continues to rage a distorted voice begins to speak.

Distorted Voice:
"Behold, he comes with lightning and clouds... FEAR... The sound of Thunder!"





The lightning and clouds on the jumbo-tron burst into a flash of bright light, going completely silent fallowed by...


Again the crowd pops for the "Prophecy: Chapter 1 logo! As "Remember the Name" by Fort Minor, the reaction turns from a buzz to a roar, when after a few moments a spotlight appears on stage illuminating Luke Wolfe, with the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. Standing motionless on stage, smoke starts to build around him as he trows his hood back off his head, as the lights comes to life as pyro bursts from the stage! Slowly, he begins his walk down the entrance ramp toward the ring.

Stan Gordon: And his opponent from Atlanta, Georgia... Weighing in at 225 pounds. He is The EWC Undisputed! WORLD Heavyweight Champion... The Untouchable... LUKE WOLFE!!!


Luke slowly makes his way down the ramp, Passing fans along the way, shouting out into the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp. Once at the bottom he stops and slaps hands with a few of his fans at Ring Side, even grabbing a sign showing it to the camera, that says"Absolutely UNTOUCHABLE! Prophecy Chapter ONE!" Walking down the ramp, he holds it for the camera, and hands it back to the fan. Slowly he walks up to the steps quickly getting to the ring apron and stepping through the ropes. He throws his arms open wide! As if he is emitting an aura of greatness!


Unstrapping the belt from around his waist he climbs the corner turnbuckle, raising it high in the air. He roars out to the fans waving for them to get on their feet! He's met with a nothing but cheers from the fans, as he steps down and hands the belt to an official on the outside.

Jackson: Luke Wolfe will be the first Undisputed Champion to enter the FSW ring.

Calloway: If you don’t count Xplode and Drake during Uprising 1.

Hunter: Competitively Colloway. He meant to compete in match. Luke Wolfe is as talented as they come. And you can see the intensity in his eyes as he enters the ring.

DING DING DING

As soon as the bell rings, Robina and Luke charge at each other, Luke is first to act as he leaps, driving Robina to the mat with a Thesz Press. Luke begins unloading hard rights to the head of Robina. He then grabs her head and slams it down into the mat a few times. Luke positions himself to the upper body of Robina. He grabs her head, proceeding to lock in a Rear Naked Choke. He swings his arm back and forth a bit for added pressure. Robina grabs at Luke’s arm, trying to break his grip but is unsuccessful. As the ref checks on her, she refuses to quit, instead decides a different approach, she manages to get some leverage with her legs, then pushes Luke up, then back into the corner. Luke doesn’t release the hold, but Robina is now in position to drive her elbow into the gut of Luke a few times, then forcing his grip loose a bit. She then drives her head back into the bridge of Luke’s nose, he finally releases his grip. Robina follows with a Discuss Double Axe Handle. Robina follows this up with a Running Snapmare into the second turnbuckle.Instead of going for the pin, Robina keeps the pressure up, she circles Luke, stomping on the downed Undisputed Title every few feet. As she makes her way to the other side of his chest, she steps over Luke, then sits down on him for the pin. The ref counts…

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Jackson: Robina starts this match off with some mind games. Turning the tables on the Undisputed Champion there.

Calloway: I think she just needed to take a seat to rest.

Robina laughs as she gets to her feet, Luke storms to his feet. He goes for a Clothesline but Robina ducks it, as Luke turns, Robina goes for a Spinning Heel Kick, but Luke escapes the impact. He delivers a series of kicks to the gut of Robina, then follows with a Snap Suplex. Luke Luke gets to his feet, looks down at Robina, proceeds to stomp on the downed FSW star a few times. He then turns to the audience, he quickly slides outside the ring, he reaches under the ring, grabbing a few chairs then tossing them into the ring. He gets up, heading to the side of the ring by the entrance ramp. He reaches under the ring again, this time producing a Razor Wire Baseball Bat. But as he gets up, he is met by a Suicide Dive from Robina Hood. Luke’s back hits the barricade, he is leaning on the barricade as Robina gets up and charges, but Luke ducks, then sends Robina over the barricade, onto a few abandoned chairs. Luke grabs one of the chairs, cocks back, then slams it down on the chest of Robina. He cocks back again, driving the chair onto the back of Robina as she was on her side, holding her chest. Luke then sets up two chairs. He grabs Robina by the head, then connects with a few hard rights before dragging her to her feet, setting her up for a Suplex, then immediately sending her through the chairs with a Snap Suplex. Luke goes for the cover...the ref takes a few seconds to get in position, he counts…

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Luke pulls Robina up, then begins unloading more hard rights to the face.

Jackson: Questionable move by Luke Wolfe there. Luke must have taken offense to some of Robina’s comments, as he is just unloading on Robina now.

Hunter: Maybe that was a little mind game of his own.

Calloway: Are they going to bring a Mentalist out next?

Luke gets to his feet, heads over the barricade, scans the area, then finds his Razor Wire Baseball Bat. Luke makes his way back over the barricade, then over to Robina. He cocks back, he goes to drive the Razor Wire Bat down onto the gut of Robina, but she rolls out of the way at the last second. Luke turns, going for it again, but Robina rolls out of the way again. As she rolled over, she grabbed a purse, she tosses it at Luke, giving her time to get to her feet as he avoids it. Robina bursts to her feet, uses a chair to springboard and connects with a High Knee. Wolfe drops the bat, Robina turns as Wolfe staggers back. Robina charges, leaps, then drives Luke headfirst into another vacated chair with a Snapmare Driver. Robina goes for the cover..the ref counts…

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Jackson: Robina just evades devastation from that Razor Wire Bat.

Hunter: Then followed with some quick thinking. This could be the momentum swing she needs.

Robina quickly gets to her feet, looking down laughing at Luke, holding his head with one hand as he pushes himself to his feet with the other. Robina walks up slowly, as she decides to greet the standing Luke with an Open handed Slap. She goes for another but Luke catches her arm, transitions into a Hammerlock, then quickly lifts, driving her into the floor with a Hammerlock Suplex. He goes for the cover...the ref counts…

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Jackson: What an IMPACT! I don’t know how Robina kicked out there.

Hunter: She is reaching down deep Jackson. She has great pride being FSW’s mainstay, and in her eyes, main attraction.

Luke gets to his feet, grabs Robina, dragging her to her feet, then over to the barricade. He goes to slam Robina’s head into the barricade, but Robina stops it with her hands, she kicks her leg back, delivering a Low Blow to Luke. Robina quickly steps into Luke, wraps his neck up, then drives him face first into the barricade with a Reverse STO. It takes Robina few seconds, but she makes the cover...the ref counts…
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Jackson: Robina with the near fall.

Hunter: Luke Wolfe is a hard man to keep down.

Robina takes a few seconds to catch her breath before getting to her feet. She grabs Luke, slowly pulling him to his feet, but Luke catches her off-guard with Burn Notice. Robina stumbles into the barricade, then falls over it, onto the ramp, as she grabs at her eyes.

Calloway: As much as Ace King would hate to admit it, I bet he smiling at the irony of that one.

Luke walks over, grabbing his Razor Wire Bat. then heads back over to Otaki. Otaki is stumbling on her feet, heading up the ramp, Luke comes up from behind and slams the Razor Bat into the bat of Robina. Robina drops to her knees, Luke strikes with another shot to the back of Robina with the Razor Bat, as he pulls away, pieces of her outfit rip, and blood trickles out different spots of her back. Luke then grabs Robina by the hair, yanking it back, exposing her forehead. Luke takes the bat, then grinds it against the forehead of Robina, splitting her open, before pushing her head to the ground aggressively. Luke drops the bat, flips her over, going for the cover… the ref counts…

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Jackson: There is blood dripping down the face of Robina.

Hunter: Luke Wolfe is letting out his most savage side here tonight.

Luke yells something at Robina as he goes to grab his Razor Bat, he sees Robina getting to her feet. He takes his time, waiting for her to stagger over, but as she turns, she surprises him with the Red Mist. Luke drops the bat, grabbing at his eyes, Robina pulls a pair of Brass Knuckles from her cleavage, charges at Luke, and catches him with a Haymaker with the brass knuckles, breaking Luke open as he drops to the ramp. Robina drops to a knee to catch her breath.

Calloway: Somewhere in the world, Ace King quivers at the sight of that Red Mist.

As Luke Drops to a knee, Robina charges, knocking him to the ramp with a Butt Bump. Instead of grabbing the Razor Wire Bat, Robina grabs Luke, pulls him to his feet, then whips him down the ramp, but into the opposing barricade. Luke drops, Robina charges, connecting with another Butt Bump, this time sandwiching Luke’s head between her rump and the barricade. Robina grabs the head of Luke, and unloads some more hard shots with the Brass Knuckles. Again she pulls Luke to his feet, then whips him into the apron. She sprints toward Luke, connecting with a devastating European Uppercut. Robina heads over to the steps, dragging the top step off the bottom step. She rests for a few seconds before dragging it closer to Luke. She turns, goes for a hard right with the Brass Knuckles, but Luke ducks it. As Robina turns, heading to Luke, he sends her headfirst into the steel steps with a Drop Toe Hold. He falls on her for the cover...the takes close to five seconds to get in position...he counts…

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Jackson: Wolfe almost had her there. But Robina stays alive.

Calloway: Alive, not well. She is in trouble here.

Luke grabs the head of Robina, slamming the side of it into the base of the steps. He throws her head back down, going for another pin. The ref counts…

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Luke slams the ground in frustration then eyes up the ref holding up Two fingers before getting to his feet. Luke then slides Robina into ring, before walking up the ring, dropping to a knee, then pulling out a table from under the ring. He slides the ring into the table before sliding into the ring. He posts the table into the corner. Then turns back to Robina, but he doesn’t see she grabbed one of the chairs Luke threw in the ring earlier. As he brings her to her feet, she spins around and jabs Luke in the gut with the chair a few times. She then comes down with chair onto the back of Luke. Robina grabs Luke’s shoulder, spins him around as she leans down, scooping him onto her shoulder, she proceeds to drive him down hard with a Spinning Fireman’s Carry, finished with a Double Knee Gutbuster. Robina takes a few seconds to make the cover...the ref counts…

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Jackson: Robina a second away from the huge victory. But Wolfe is not done yet.

Hunter: These two have to be running on reserves. They have each lost a lot of blood.

Robina takes a few seconds to get to her feet as she wipes the blood from her face. She grabs Luke, pulling him to his feet. As she does, she connects with a few European uppercuts. SHe quickly grabs Luke, whips him into the ropes, as he bounces off, she steps up pushing him with up going for a Pop Up European Uppercut, he Luke counters with a Dropkick,sending Robina to the mat. Luke takes a few seconds to get to his feet. He gets to his feet, but Robina is not far behind. She goes for a European Uppercut, but Luke steps back, then drops low, swinging his leg around, taking Robina down with a LegSweep. Luke wipes the blood from his face before reaching down, grabbing Robina, then whipping her into the corner into the table. But it doesn’t break. Luke charges but Robina comes out with a Back Elbow. Luke charges again, but Robina takes him down with a Scoop Slam. Robina grabs the table, takes it out of the corner, then sets it up before heading back over to Luke. She brings him over to the table, with his head set for a DDT, but Like manages to escape.grabbing the arm of Robina, and putting her into a Hammerlock, she spins, trying to reverse it, but Luke spins out as well, then steps up connecting with an Enziguri. She quickly grabs the arm of Robina, pulls her close, driving his knee into her gut. He wraps her up as he steps toward the table, he lifts and drives Robina through the table with the Doomsday Drop. Luke makes the cover… the ref counts…

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Jackson: The EWC Undisputed Champion will be walking out of Cow Palace as the victor.

Hunter: Robina Hood put up quite the fight. Luke struggled to get that win, but he pulled it out.

Calloway: The best of FSW once again proving they can hang with the best from any other brand. But Luke was just a bit too much for Robina Hood here tonight.

Instead of letting the ref raise Luke Wolfe’s arm in victory, he makes his way over to Robina Hod, he grabs her by the shirt, yells at her face before pie-facing her. Before it can escalate, the ref and some paramedics get between them. Luke stares Robina Hood down as he makes his way up the ramp with his EWC Undisputed Title draped over his shoulder.

“Ignite” slowly dies down as Robina Hood, looking completely battered and bruised from her falls count anywhere match, crawls over to the rope and struggles her way up to her feet with help from said ropes. Afterwards the milky skinned woman gestures for the ring announcer to hand her a microphone. Once receiving the microphone Miss Hood leans herself back against the nearest corner for support.

“Remember the Name” slowly dies down as Robina Hood, looking completely battered and bruised from her falls count anywhere match, crawls over to the rope and struggles her way up to her feet with help from said ropes. Afterwards the milky skinned woman gestures for the ring announcer to hand her a microphone. Once receiving the microphone Miss Hood leans herself back against the nearest corner for support.

Robina Hood: Not bad for a member of a 'development roster'…right?

A pain filled chuckle follows before The Purple Haired Dynamo lift her microphone back up.

Robina Hood: It's like what I told Maggie earlier…sometimes one has to fall before they can rise again…and, regardless of victory or defeat, I can finally feel like I redeemed myself for WrestleFest two years ago…so maybe that performance is good enough for my overdue re-

The lights begin to flicker as Vahalla Rising begins playing throughout Cow Palace. The lights stay off for a few seconds, when they come back on, “The Golden Boy” Draco Lazarus, along with Waylon Graves and Gold Ski Mask are standing behind Robina Hood. He drives the Golden Cane into the bloody back of Robina, she drops to a knee. Draco points to the Spanish Announce Desk, Graves exits the ring, going to clear off the announce table. Draco smacks Robina in her bloody back again with the Golden Cane. He yells at her…

Draco Lazarus: YOU GOT BLOOD ON MY GOLD CANE YOU BITCH!

Draco wipes the blood off on Robina’s clothes, then signals for Mask to pick her up. Draco drives the butt of the Golden Cane into her gut. He drops the Cane, Mask pushes her toward Draco. He grabs her, then drives her into the mat with Golden Ticket. They grab her by the legs, dragging her to the ropes, Mask makes his way through the ropes, Graves comes over, Mask and Graves grab Robina, and roll her off the apron, letting her fall to the outside before Graves drags her over to the Spanish announce desk. Graves sets Robina up for a Powerbomb, as Mask stands on the barricade. Graves Powerbombs Robina through the Spanish announce desk, as soon as she lands, Mask jumps off and lands on her chest with a Double Stomp.

Hunter: COWARDS! SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP THIS!

Draco then rips the mic from ring announcer as the fans shower down boo’s.

Draco Lazarus: Oh shut up will you. You know you pathetic peons wanted to see that happen to her as badly as I wanted to do it to her. Robina, what was that about being FSW’s Golden Child? You see, I think you forgot someone. I AM THE REASON THESE LOSERS BLOW THEIR PAYCHECKS! THEY COME HERE TO SEE ME NOT YOU! You are last year’s news Robina. This is my year. If you won’t stop taking the opportunities I DESERVE, well this is what will happen. You saw what happened to Conner earlier. SO NEW GM, I hope you are paying attention. If you don’t start giving me the respect I deserve. This is what will happen to your entire roster. BECAUSE I AM DRACO LAZARUS AND I AM BETTER THAN EACH AND EVERY SINGLE DAMN ONE OF YOU!

Vahallah Rising begins playing as soon as Draco throws the mic back at Gordon. The lights begin to flicker as Collateral Damage make their exit through the crowd.

Jackson: We need to ge medical staff to check on Robina Hood. She isn’t moving. Luke Wolfe already put her through hell. This is tragic folks.

Hunter: What an act of cowardice. Someone needs to put that spoiled brat in his place. That's twice in one night!

Jackson: Well stay tuned folks,. Because coming up is the Main Event, Xavier Reid will defend his FSW Title against Smokey Jones.

Calloway: Do you think we will get a contact high?

The paramedics make their way out to check on Robina as Uprising cuts to commercial.

Before the Main Event kicks off, the camera cuts to the audience, to see Nostalgia and Ashley Brizzie seated by the cheering audience. Lisa Goldrush sits next to them ready to conduct a short interview.

Lisa Goldrush: Nostalgia, what brings you to the Uprising 2 here at Cow Palace?

Nostalgia: A few reasons Lisa. First of all, we are here to support our fellow Freaks Geeks. We just saw our most green member, Steve “IronMan” Barnes pull out a victory and stick to his guns about not using weapons. So that was great to see. Now we are here in hopes of witnessing Jones can walk out tonight as FSW Champion.

Lisa Goldrush: How do you like his chances?

Nostalgia: Smokey Jones is as fierce a competitor as they come. He has it in him to become FSW Champion. There is no doubt in my mind. Xavier Reid is crazy talented and determined to keep his reign going. It will be a hell of a match, anything can happen. I am just as excited to see this match as all these great fans here at Cow Palace and watching at home. .

Lisa Goldrush: Does your presence have anything to to with the fact the multiple members of the Trinity will be here tonight?

Nostalgia: Am I here to make sure Luke Wolfe and/or Annabelle don’t stick their nose in the Main Event? No, I think Reid is too prideful for that. He would not want his reign tainted by such nefarious actions. We all know Annabelle would, just like she did at the X-Division Title Match. Not that I am complaining, it is part of the reason I have this shiny gold belt.

Nostalgia chuckles.

Nostalgia: But seriously, Otaki once again she can hold her own against the best of EWC, no matter which brand. While Luke Wolfe showed the skills that won him the Undisputed Title. What an entertaining match. Had me at the edge of my seat.

Lisa Goldrush: Well Nostalgia, thanks for your time. Any last comments…

Nostalgia: Actually there was two more things I wanted to quickly address if I may Lisa. First, I wanted everyone to know Freaks and Geeks always have their door open, well some of us more than others, but still. And I don’t just mean for potential members, but to anyone with an issue or needs a friend or a laugh. If anyone needs help, we will be here to help. If anyone backstage of any brand does want to join, as long as you won’t cheat or provoke an attack, we have a place for you to grow.

Second, I wanted to come out here. I am loving what is going on down here with Uprising. As many know, I have always had a great respect for FSW, so with Uprising here, I figured it was about time to make another appearance here.

Lisa Goldrush: As in a match at Uprising 3?

The fans erupt in cheers.

Nostalgia: Yes, I would like to request an X-Division Rules Stipulated Match against any FSW competitor of the new general manager’s choosing.

Again cheers ring throughout Cow Palace.

Lisa Goldrush: You just heard it folks...Nostalgia, the EWC X-Division Champion has asked to compete here at Cow Palace for Uprising 3.

The camera cuts for a quick commercial before the main event.

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DURING THE COMMERCIAL REPLAY

Backstage after his match against Megan Treamon, the EWC World Heavyweight Champion, Luke Wolfe is stopped by new FSW GM.

Brandon Carter Banks: What a performance by the EWC Champ!!! How about a photo?

Luke Wolfe: Um... Yeah Sure. Why not...



Brandon Carter Banks: Glad to have you apart of the show, maybe next time you can actually defend the title. Unless you're worried to lose the championship on our show. I mean, you're not scared to lose that strap to one of our up and comers now are you?

Luke seems a bit flustered by the comment by the new GM of FSW. Shaking his head in disbelief, he lets out a little chuckle.

Luke Wolfe: Okay... Hold up. I know you're new around here, so I'm gonna cut you a break. But don't you EVER talk to me that way again, get your shit together and realize who you are talking to.

Brandon Carter Banks: Oh, I'm sorry... You might be surprised, but I do know who you are all too well. I thought you were here to give that belt back to the fans? Or was that just more fan fare from the man with the silver tongue?

Luke Wolfe: I can't believe what I'm hearing here! I am here tonight for all the fans of FSW, for every single man and woman in your locker room, and I am here... for YOU! I just took on one of your best out there! And you can believe me when I tell you that THIS is far from over!



Luke Wolfe: Anytime, Anyplace.

Brandon Carter Banks: Good, I'll talk to Mac, maybe we can make something happen. I am a deal maker after all.

Suddenly you can feel the tension building between the two men. Luke seems to be biting his tongue for a moment. He shakes his head, and gets right in the face of the new GM.

Luke Wolfe: If you excuse me, I got places to be, ringside for my man Xavier in the main event.

Brandon Carter Banks: //grabbing his sport coat// About that. I run a tight ship here, and I can't have any black marks my first night on the job. So I am actually going to have to ask you to leave the premises.

Luke Wolfe: Excuse me?!

Brandon Carter Banks: You heard me.

Luke Wolfe: The Trinity has never once interfered in our members matches. I'm out there for support.

Brandon Carter Banks: Not anymore. You can leave calmly or I will have security remove you or better yet, I'll remove you!

Luke laughs to himself for a moment and then gets nose to nose with Brandon.

Luke Wolfe: I wish you would.

BCB calls for security to remove Luke before the start of Xavier's title defense. With a smirk Luke lifts up his hands slowly backing up, as Security orders him to leave closing in.

Luke Wolfe: Okay... I'm leaving. But in your first night as GM you just made the biggest mistake of your life. I can be the best thing that ever happened to you in this business... Or I can be your worst nightmare. You just made a grave mistake, you might not be glad that you did.

Wolfe turns around, hoisting the EWC Undisputed Title onto his shoulder shoving the door open to the parking lot, the door shuts behind him, as we pan back and see a satisfied smirk on the face of the new FSW GM.

FSW Championship Match!
Smokey Jones v. XAVIER REID (c)

Fog begins to crawl over the arena as Blueberry Yum Yum by Ludacris plays throughout the arena. A wall of smoke begins to rise from the stage and Smokey Jones slowly walks through the smoke stopping at the top of the ramp. He looks out into the crowd throwing his arms above his head. He grabs a blunt resting on his ear and takes a lighter out of his pocket lighting it up. He takes a hit and blows smoke out yelling "You Can't Beat the Good Stuff".

Stan Gordon: The following match is for one fall and is for the FSW Championship!!! Introducing first, the challenger... Standing in at 6 feet three inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds residing from Boulder, Colorado, "The Messiah of Smoke" Smokey Jones!

Smokey Jones makes his way down the ramp continuing to hit his blunt and interacting with his fans. Once ringside he finds a lucky fan to hand the blunt too before climbing up to the ring steps. He walks to the middle of the apron and wipes his feet on the mat before stepping into the ring. He makes a slow walk around the ring before falling to his knees and throws his arms out to the side while shouting out "The Messiah of Smoke"

Stan Gordon: Introducing to the ring next, he is the F  S  W CHAMPION.... Xavier Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeid

The lights inside the arena go out as the fans come to their feet. The jumbo screen sparks to life.

Cochise by Audioslave starts to play inside the arena as once last image fills the jumbo screen and illuminates onto the mat.

The fans cheer out DOOMSDAY as Xavier Reid steps out onto the stage, the FSW Championship over his shoulder as the arena lights come on. He holds his arms up into the air and crossed them into a X over is head as he poses on the stage for a few moments and then walks down towards the ring, holding the FSW Championship out in front of his so the fans can reach out and touch the championship belt, his eyes glued into the ring. He reaches the steps and marches up them one by one and then climbs up the ropes and looks out over the crowd. He smiles and once again crosses his arms into a X as he jumps into the ring. He marches to the center of the ring and stretches out the FSW Championship belt and mouths 'step up to the line'.

Matt Mercer, the official for this match takes the championship and holds high into the air for the audience to see. A thunderous roar from the crowd follows as an image of the championship flashes on the screen.

Jackson: This sight is a familiar one, it was at the first ever Uprising that Xavier Reid defended the FSW Championship against Mark McNair.

Calloway: Successfully I might add.

Hunter: You always have something smart to say.

Calloway: Just speaking facts.

Smokey and Xavier start off in the center of the ring, Smokey is sizing up the champ as he begins to circle him like a vulture. He keeps constant eye contact with Reid.

Jackson: Jones is just toying with him.

DING DING DING

Smokey lunges first taking Xavier in a front grapple and quickly wraps the champion in a headlock. He wrenches down but Reid stomps on the foot of Jones who releases the hold. Xavier then hits an open handed backslap across Smokey’s chest and again, backing Jones up towards the corner each time. Once he has Jones in the corner, he irish whips him to the opposite corner running right behind him and hitting a clothesline. He repeats this back to the other corner and again another clothesline. He tries for a third time, and Smokey reverses using all his weight sending Xavier to the corner hard instead. Xavier arches his back as Smokey scoops him up in a fireman’s carry and plants him hard into the mat and tries for an early pin.
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Jackson: Smokey has got to know it’s going to take more than that if he expects to win here tonight.

Calloway: Xavier is the fightingest champion this brand has ever seen.

Smokey pulls Xavier up, but the champ tosses his hands out to stop anything Jones could have tried. The champion swings and connects a loud open palmed smack in the face of the marijuana monster. Jones grabs his cheek and shakes his head. Xavier gets a concerned look on his face and swings again, Smokey grabs the hand of Reid. He pulls him in tossing an arm over his shoulder and scoops him up to slam him but Xavier frees himself and hops behind Jones. He shoves Smokey off the ropes and lands drop kick. He covers Jones, who tosses Reid off him like a barbell.

Hunter: A shear show of strength by Smokey Jones.

Jackson: Just wow!

Both men back to their feet and Xavier darts at Jones who ducks past Reid who lunges his body across Jones who catches him in mid-air. He turns a full 180 before tossing him back over his head.

Jackson: And Jones again covers the champion.

Hunter: He tossed him around like it was nothing.

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Calloway: Matt Mercer better call this how he sees it, illegal hold!

Hunter: You seriously should stop talking.

Jackson: It looks like Jones would be fully okay with winning this one by submission.

Xavier begins to lose grip as he shuts his eyes. Matt Mercer grabs Reid’s limp wrist and pulls it out. He drops it.

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Hunter: The crowd has fallen silent.

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Calloway: Told you my boy just cannot be beaten.

Hunter: Xavier is not going to give up, simple as that.

Smokey is back to his feet and going to climb back into the ring, Xavier now on his feet springboards of the ropes and suicide dives through the ropes connect with a brutal ddt to Smokey. Now both men are laid out at ringside as the referee starts the count out.


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Calloway: NO! WAY!

Hunter: Jones kicked out!!!

Reid not waiting for Smokey to get up begins to climb to the top rope. He looks to be eying up the X-Marks The Spot but Smokey is already to his feet. He runs and takes the champs feet right out from underneath him. As Xavier is hung up in the top rope the lights flicker in the arena.

Jackson: Um... Is that?

Calloway: Yes... It is!

The Jumbo tron comes to life displaying The Trinity's Banner, and the crowd ERUPTS!!!



Hunter: Here comes the reinforcements!

Jackson: But Luke was kicked out of the building!

After a few moments, Jessica Wolfe walks out on stage, and she doesn't appear to be in a good mood.

Gordon: Yes he was! But THATS not Luke Wolfe... It's MRS. WOLFE! Jessica Wolfe has arrived!

Jackson: Um, that's not Jessica... Annabelle is here in FSW!!! The Evil Spirit of Jessica hasn't been seen in months!



Annabelle lets out a blood curdling scream from the stage and makes her way down to ringside.

Jackson: Our new GM isn't going to be happy about this... The Trinity might have just gotten themselves on his bad side

Smokey turns his attention to the ramp as Xavier falls to the canvas. Jones is leaning on the ropes trying to egg Annabelle into the ring but not paying attention to Xavier who is now standing ready behind Jones. He runs and hits an unexpected Smokey with another X-Ecution.

Jackson: Not again!

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Annabelle slides into the ring handing Xavier the FSW title as they celebrate.

Jackson: Smokey got robbed.

Hunter: Clearly this is not a good start for Mr. Banks who banned Luke Wolfe from the building but forgot about Annabelle.

Stan Gordon: Here is your winner and STILL FSW CHAMPION... Xavier Reid

As Annabelle and Xavier embrace in the ring overtop of Smokey who is still dazed, the new General Manager, Brandon Carter Banks comes out to the ramp and stares them down.

Jackson: Clearly the new boss is not okay with this.

Calloway: First day on the job and he's already screwed it up.

Jackson: Mr. Banks has his hands full going into the next Uprising. How do you think he'll take care of this clear sign of anarchy?

Hunter: I am not sure, but I don't want to be Xavier right now.

The Uprising logo flashes on the screen followed by a preview for the next episode.

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EPISODE RECAP

MVP:
Sarah Conners
"Sarah had a solid and impressive debut, we look forward to what

her future will bring"

Match 1:

Lexie Glass def. Elizabeth Chambers

Match 2:

David Scott def. Marquee

Match 3:

Steve Barnes def. The Mercenary

Match 4:

Robbie Rayder def. James Larson

Match 5:

Sebastian Conner def. Draco Lazarus

Match 6:

Sarah Roberts def. Iggy Swango

Match 7:

Matt Angel def. Mark McNair & Dirk Buchanan

Match 8:

Luke Wolfe def. Robina Hood

Main Event:

Xavier Reid def. Smokey Jones

WRITERS CREDITS:

Xavier Reid , @tcds , @bishopchurch , MERCENARY , _.Candy._ ,

🌠Magdalena Lockheart🌠 , Luke Wolfe , @scottlogan , Grizzly Duggan ,  @talente and PARAMOUNT

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