Debut.

[Kingpin]

The scene opens to show a dapper, hard-working man wiping the sweat away with a hand towel. The backdrop is that of a small backyard in Compton. Next to this man is a wood chopper's axe slammed into the stump of an old oak tree. Next to that is a pile of what appears to be enough wood to have come from a decades old tree. Still this big man sits with a smile on his face, suspenders draped over a sweat-laden wifebeater and pinstripe slacks that trail down to nice boots.

Kingpin: My name is Marcellus Franklin, but I won't be going by that name in FSW. Nah, it's too preachy. Too much shit tied to it if I'm honest with you. Too many bad memories. I'm not here to talk about none of that shit, though... not today. Today marks the day I sign with the development territory of EWC. Today marks the birth of the man you will know only as Kingpin. He ain't a nice man, that Kingpin, not at all. A bad motherfucker. I'm damn near seven feet tall. I weigh more than some of these pussies can even bench press.

He pulls out and lights a nice cigar. After having taken several moments to puff away, he looks back to the camera.

Kingpin: I'd love to sit here and call somebody out. Hell, there's nothing I want more than to whoop Hunter's ass and steal that belt he just won. Wouldn't be the first time my big ass stole somethin'... but that ain't shit right now. Right now? Well, first I gotta debut. First I gotta be given some mark ass N---- to fuckin' destroy. I don't know how to break a brick with my forehead. I can't run a mile in less than twelve minutes. But if I can get my fuckin' mitts on you, motherfucker, you're finished. Done. I'll rip your damn head off and shit down your neck and sleep like a fucking baby. NO PROBLEM.

He gets up and rips his own screen door off the hinges like its cardboard and throws it fifty feet over his fence. It crashes against a car and sets off an alarm. He waits for the owner to turn it off before he continues.

Kingpin: It's pretty easy to see why they call me The House. But FSW... Hunter... and anybody else who gets the fuck in my way. You'll soon learn why The House... Always... Wins.

The feed cuts off.

[Jason Anderson The Boss]

Jason was down at Ruthless Aggression Wrestling School he was doing some training inside of the ring with another wrestler as EWC Champion’s Jaden his father was watching him closely on the outside. Jason took someone tosses them into the ropes and given them a hard kick to the chin as they bounce back off the ropes which almost took the person's head off. Jaden his father has this grin on his face just watching him closely. Terry Jones wearing a old polo shirt with some pants came walking out of the office. He wearing this bit of a smirk on his face as he walks over to Jaden. He tap him on the shoulder as he show him the video off his tablet. Jaden’s just burst into laughter as he looks over towards the ring.


“Jason, I believe you have someone calling you out.” 

Jason stop what he was doing inside of the ring as move his head to the side wondering what his father was talking about. He walks over leaning over the rope looking down at the video. He not smiling or anything just don’t have no type of emotion showed on his face. He just nod a bit with a smirk.


“I got this.. don’t worry.”


Jaden and Terry knew that look because Ruthann would have the same look when people called her out. Jason looks over at his uncle with a soft nod.


“Just tell him to make sure he listening closely at FSW’s show this coming week.”

Terry nods as he start to send a comment towards Kingpin to make sure he is watching and listening at the next show. Hunter will have a message for him but for everyone. Hunter goes back into training.