Post by PARAMOUNT on Sept 5, 2016 0:18:45 GMT -6
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
EPISODE #25
SEPTEMBER 4TH, 2016
LIVE! from the Show Me Center - Cape Girardeau, Missouri
Commentators: Dick Shelby and Franklin Wright
Announcer: Deneen McQueen
Backstage interviewer: Destiny Fairchild
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The show opens with a man standing in James Tyson's office. He's signing a piece of paper. He shakes hands and walks into the camera
Man: Whoa! Didn't see you there? Have you been following me this whole time? Well it doesn't matter, let me introduce myself. My name is Nick James and I am the newest member of the FSW. From looking around this place, it seems like a baron wasteland, so it needs a man like Nick James to change it up, but you know what they say, "Never trust a man with two first names".
Nick walks out, as we fade into the Show-Me center with Franklin and Dick
Wright: Welcome to FSW 25! I'm Franklin Wright, and next to me as always, the tricky one himself, Dick Shelby.
Shelby: And it looks like GM James Tyson has been busy since Night of Champions Frankie boy, as it looks like the rumors are true...there's some fresh talent on deck!
Wright: Seems like it Dickie boy. Tyson said in a recent interview that he and his co-GM Jack Matthews were gonna change the game in FSW, and it looks like they're doing just that. Let's get to the ring for the first match of the night.
Xavier Rollins vs Saul Maverick was set for a loser gets suspended match per GM Tyson. Both men fought like their jobs depended on it, going for the big moves early and often. Saul took the advantage after the first exchange, and began to work on Xavier's neck and back. Xavier eventually turned the tables and hit a massive powerbomb, but Saul kicked out at the last second! Both men struggles to get to their feet, and suddenly the lights go out. 'O Fortuna' begins to blare throughout the arena as a light shines at the top of the stage. Out comes a man with his back turned to the audience, but "James" is written on his rope. He turns around and smiles, looking at the crowd. He begins to speak as he's walking down to the ring
Nick James: You know, it's been a while since I've been in an arena. But I still remember the goosebumps you get, when you're in the same building as me
* James keeps walking down to the ring *
James: Looking in this ring right here, all I see are two bums. Two, pieces of garbage that couldn't tie my boots let alone be in the ring with me.
* Both Maverick and Rollins look at each other *
James: Yea I'm talking to you two. You don't deserve to be in front of these fans fighting. No one paid to see a couple of amateurs.
* James slides into the ring. He drops the mic and immediately attacks Rollins, sending him into the corner. Maverick thinks he's on his side so he stands and watches. James gets Rollins propped up and hits Status Quo (F5) sending him to the outside. Maverick goes to shake James hand, but hes kicked in the stomach and buckle bomb'd into the corner, and then met with a Status Quo of his own. James gets up and grabs the mic *
James: THIS IS MY COMPANY! Put whoever you want in front of me and they will fall just like these two. The EWC has been put on notice, and when it's all said and done, I will run the FSW like the real champion it deserves. Get off me -
* James kicks at Mavericks head as he reaches for his boot. He moves away a bit as Maverick collapses back down *
James: You see this? Weakness. That's all I see in the back too. Next card I better be on it, and I will make an impact. Cause you know what they say, never trust a man with two first names.
* James drops the mic and slides out of the ring, walking to the back *
Freddie Styles vs Otaki was possibly a match of the year candidate. Both went all out, moves and counter moves, reversals, chain wrestling, both trying to shake their "loser" status. Otaki took the upper hand with her unorthodox offenive style, but after a slip-up, Freddie took the advantage. He wore down OTaki with his power moves, and just as he went to go for the Ballgame, the lights in the arena suddenly go out. The Future-tron crackles to life with the striking of a match on screen. Camera pans to Jezzabel's face.
Jezzabel: The time has come for an Apocalypse to begin.
Camera pans to Kruzer.
Kruzer: The day of being held down oppressed is no longer.
To Mortymer Post.
Mortymer Post: The witching hour has arrived FSW Galaxy.
Then to the still cowled Psych Warden.
The Psych Warden: Cape Girardeau... Ask and ye shal receive...WELCOME To The Psych Ward!
The Psych Warden blows the flame towards the screen. A shot flame shoot out from the bottom of the Future-tron to the side of the stage, igniting the
"ALLL AAAAABOOOOOOOOARD! HA HA HA HA HA!!!!"
Dick Shelby: NO WAY!
'Crazy Train' by Skid Row Ft: Zakk Wylde begins to play as Kruzer, Jezzabel & Mortymer star to rise up through the ring (a la The Brood) surrounded by flames. As the riser stops, Kruzer heads to the opposite side of the stage, hyping up the screaming patients even more. He then turns and meets Jezzabel & Mortymer at the top of the ramp. K & J drop to their knees with Mortymer behing them, his arms raised to the rafter as K & J raise the bull/devil horns in the air and pyros go off behind them. They stand up and start towards the ring with Kruzer pulling his crowbar off his belt. They stop at the bottom of the ramp staring and smiling at the 3 dumfounded competiors in the ring as the music fades. The patients are chanting "PSYCH WARD! PSYCH WARD! PSYCH WARD!" As K & J are about to head into the ring, Mortymer stops them and shakes his head then gestures his head towards the back. Kruzer animatedly taps his head, as if he "forgot", they all turn and gesture towards the Future-tron.
'Suicide Messiah' by Black Label Society begins to play and the cowled Psych Warden steps out through the archway in the shadows.
Franklin Wright: Oh shit.... Are you kidding me?
The Warden steps to centre ramp and bends down when through the music comes the Warden's proper voice, not altered:
"The Name's Valente... T.D. Valente!"
The patients errupt again as pyros go off and the lights come up with the Warden flipping off his cowl revealing that he is, in fact, T.D. Valente. With his patented kendo stick in hand, he outstretches his arms and let's out a scream.
Dick Shelby: OH MY GOD! IT IS T.D. VALENTE!!!!! LISTEN TO THESE PATIENTS COME UNGLUED!!!! THE ENTIRE PSYCH WARD IS HERE ON FSW!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT FRANKLIN?
Franklin Wright: I'm seeing it and I'm not believing it Shel... This is insane! The inmates are BACK In The Asylum!
Valente joins the other 3 at the bottom of the ramp. They all nod at eachother and Mortymer gestures for them to surround the ring.
Dick Shelby: Look at Mortymer Post directing traffic now as the Psych Ward surrounds the ring.
Franklin Wright: Oh, and Jezzabel's grabbing a chair... this won't end well.
Mortymer still stands at the base of the ramp and raises his arms up, cane in hand and points to the centre of the ring. Kruzer, Jezzabel and T.D. all slide under the bottom rope as Freddie & Otaki are back to back at the centre of the ring, then push off each other into ready fight positions. The Psych Ward just circles them, like buzzards over a dead carcass. Mortymer raises his arms again then points to Jezzabel with his cane and gestures towards the trio. Jezzabel smiles and tosses the chair at Otaki, who catches the chair only to be followed by a big boot to the face against the chair, dropping her like a bad habit to the mat. Kruzer & Valente seem to be just preventing Freddie from leaving as Jezzabel then turns with a spinning heel kick towards Otaki whom ducks. Jezzabel turns to face Freddie who's back is to Kruzer & Valente now. Jezzabel shrieks (screams) at Freddie. Otaki rears back, realizing Kruzer & Valente aren't attacking, and goes after Jezzabel, hitting her with a thunderous right to the head causing Jezzabel's head to snap to her right shoulder. With a slight pause, Jezzabel's head snaps back forward, glaring at Otaki, then smiles her sick little smile. Otaki starts looking around for an escape route, she's about to dart for one but Mortymer steps up onto the apron blocking her path. She looks around at all four members and seems to realize she can only fight her way out of this with Jezzabel. She musters herself and then charges the Rising Phoenix, but Jezzabel grabs her by the throat, choking her, flips Otaki's arm over her shoulder, you can see Jezzabel's eyes rolling back into her head as she raises her up and delivers the chokeslam with authority.
Dick Shelby: Chokeslam by the Rising Phoenix!
Franklin Wright: The Psych Ward... well, Jezzabel, making a statement here on FSW tonight...
Jezzabel then pulls Otaki and puts her foot on top of her. Kruzer & Valente look at each other, shrug, smile and drop to the mat and both make the count, along with the patients in the arena.
...1
...2
...3!
Franklin Wright: That is one scary woman, Shel...
Dick Shelby: You ain't kidding partner and she just showcased why she is called the Most Dominant Female in Sports Entertainment today.
And we suddenly hear a bell... camera flips to see Mortymer now at the bell announcer's table ringing the bell with his cane with a mic in his hand smiling then steps up onto the ring apron and into the ring.
Mortymer Post: As if there was any doubt... Your winner... the REAL Winner of this match... The Rising Phoenix... The Most Dominant Female in Sports Entertainment... JEZZABEL BEARER!
Dick Shelby: Exclamation point much?
Franklin Wright: This is awesome...
The patients chanting "THIS IS PSYCH WARD! (*clap,clap* *clap, clap, clap*) THIS IS PSYCH WARD! (*clap,clap* *clap, clap, clap*) THIS IS PSYCH WARD! (*clap,clap* *clap, clap, clap*)"
Dick Shelby: This is Psych Ward apparently Frank...
Franklin Wright: No shit.
Jezzabel smiles and raises her arms up and brings them down quickly. The lights go out in the arena and all four ring posts ignite in flames and 'Toccata & Fugue" by Birdie Wings begins to play.
Dick Shelby: The Psych Ward is back, and in a BIG way here on FSW folks... I can't even imagine what else is going to happen tonight.
Franklin Wright: Chaos... Anarchy... Fun. Welcome to the Psych Ward, Shel...
Dick Shelby: No doubt partner... No doubt. This is is insanity, and we're only just started. But we've gotta pay some bills, so FSW will be back after these messages.
Screen fades to commercial with all four the Psych Ward members raising their arms in the air over Otaki with the patients chanting "FSW! FSW! FSW!".
Jezzabel: The time has come for an Apocalypse to begin.
Camera pans to Kruzer.
Kruzer: The day of being held down oppressed is no longer.
To Mortymer Post.
Mortymer Post: The witching hour has arrived FSW Galaxy.
Then to the still cowled Psych Warden.
The Psych Warden: Cape Girardeau... Ask and ye shal receive...WELCOME To The Psych Ward!
The Psych Warden blows the flame towards the screen. A shot flame shoot out from the bottom of the Future-tron to the side of the stage, igniting the
"ALLL AAAAABOOOOOOOOARD! HA HA HA HA HA!!!!"
Dick Shelby: NO WAY!
'Crazy Train' by Skid Row Ft: Zakk Wylde begins to play as Kruzer, Jezzabel & Mortymer star to rise up through the ring (a la The Brood) surrounded by flames. As the riser stops, Kruzer heads to the opposite side of the stage, hyping up the screaming patients even more. He then turns and meets Jezzabel & Mortymer at the top of the ramp. K & J drop to their knees with Mortymer behing them, his arms raised to the rafter as K & J raise the bull/devil horns in the air and pyros go off behind them. They stand up and start towards the ring with Kruzer pulling his crowbar off his belt. They stop at the bottom of the ramp staring and smiling at the 3 dumfounded competiors in the ring as the music fades. The patients are chanting "PSYCH WARD! PSYCH WARD! PSYCH WARD!" As K & J are about to head into the ring, Mortymer stops them and shakes his head then gestures his head towards the back. Kruzer animatedly taps his head, as if he "forgot", they all turn and gesture towards the Future-tron.
'Suicide Messiah' by Black Label Society begins to play and the cowled Psych Warden steps out through the archway in the shadows.
Franklin Wright: Oh shit.... Are you kidding me?
The Warden steps to centre ramp and bends down when through the music comes the Warden's proper voice, not altered:
"The Name's Valente... T.D. Valente!"
The patients errupt again as pyros go off and the lights come up with the Warden flipping off his cowl revealing that he is, in fact, T.D. Valente. With his patented kendo stick in hand, he outstretches his arms and let's out a scream.
Dick Shelby: OH MY GOD! IT IS T.D. VALENTE!!!!! LISTEN TO THESE PATIENTS COME UNGLUED!!!! THE ENTIRE PSYCH WARD IS HERE ON FSW!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT FRANKLIN?
Franklin Wright: I'm seeing it and I'm not believing it Shel... This is insane! The inmates are BACK In The Asylum!
Valente joins the other 3 at the bottom of the ramp. They all nod at eachother and Mortymer gestures for them to surround the ring.
Dick Shelby: Look at Mortymer Post directing traffic now as the Psych Ward surrounds the ring.
Franklin Wright: Oh, and Jezzabel's grabbing a chair... this won't end well.
Mortymer still stands at the base of the ramp and raises his arms up, cane in hand and points to the centre of the ring. Kruzer, Jezzabel and T.D. all slide under the bottom rope as Freddie & Otaki are back to back at the centre of the ring, then push off each other into ready fight positions. The Psych Ward just circles them, like buzzards over a dead carcass. Mortymer raises his arms again then points to Jezzabel with his cane and gestures towards the trio. Jezzabel smiles and tosses the chair at Otaki, who catches the chair only to be followed by a big boot to the face against the chair, dropping her like a bad habit to the mat. Kruzer & Valente seem to be just preventing Freddie from leaving as Jezzabel then turns with a spinning heel kick towards Otaki whom ducks. Jezzabel turns to face Freddie who's back is to Kruzer & Valente now. Jezzabel shrieks (screams) at Freddie. Otaki rears back, realizing Kruzer & Valente aren't attacking, and goes after Jezzabel, hitting her with a thunderous right to the head causing Jezzabel's head to snap to her right shoulder. With a slight pause, Jezzabel's head snaps back forward, glaring at Otaki, then smiles her sick little smile. Otaki starts looking around for an escape route, she's about to dart for one but Mortymer steps up onto the apron blocking her path. She looks around at all four members and seems to realize she can only fight her way out of this with Jezzabel. She musters herself and then charges the Rising Phoenix, but Jezzabel grabs her by the throat, choking her, flips Otaki's arm over her shoulder, you can see Jezzabel's eyes rolling back into her head as she raises her up and delivers the chokeslam with authority.
Dick Shelby: Chokeslam by the Rising Phoenix!
Franklin Wright: The Psych Ward... well, Jezzabel, making a statement here on FSW tonight...
Jezzabel then pulls Otaki and puts her foot on top of her. Kruzer & Valente look at each other, shrug, smile and drop to the mat and both make the count, along with the patients in the arena.
...1
...2
...3!
Franklin Wright: That is one scary woman, Shel...
Dick Shelby: You ain't kidding partner and she just showcased why she is called the Most Dominant Female in Sports Entertainment today.
And we suddenly hear a bell... camera flips to see Mortymer now at the bell announcer's table ringing the bell with his cane with a mic in his hand smiling then steps up onto the ring apron and into the ring.
Mortymer Post: As if there was any doubt... Your winner... the REAL Winner of this match... The Rising Phoenix... The Most Dominant Female in Sports Entertainment... JEZZABEL BEARER!
Dick Shelby: Exclamation point much?
Franklin Wright: This is awesome...
The patients chanting "THIS IS PSYCH WARD! (*clap,clap* *clap, clap, clap*) THIS IS PSYCH WARD! (*clap,clap* *clap, clap, clap*) THIS IS PSYCH WARD! (*clap,clap* *clap, clap, clap*)"
Dick Shelby: This is Psych Ward apparently Frank...
Franklin Wright: No shit.
Jezzabel smiles and raises her arms up and brings them down quickly. The lights go out in the arena and all four ring posts ignite in flames and 'Toccata & Fugue" by Birdie Wings begins to play.
Dick Shelby: The Psych Ward is back, and in a BIG way here on FSW folks... I can't even imagine what else is going to happen tonight.
Franklin Wright: Chaos... Anarchy... Fun. Welcome to the Psych Ward, Shel...
Dick Shelby: No doubt partner... No doubt. This is is insanity, and we're only just started. But we've gotta pay some bills, so FSW will be back after these messages.
Screen fades to commercial with all four the Psych Ward members raising their arms in the air over Otaki with the patients chanting "FSW! FSW! FSW!".
THe triple threat match between Narobi Jordan, Francisco Ramos & Khaos was a slbberknocker. Khaos was dominant, unleashing his revamped aresenal and newfound rage, beating Ramos and Jordan around the ring. Jordan managed to get Khaos off his feet and work on Ramos himself, but Khaos took the match back into his hands, and finished Ramos with a picturesque YWN for the victory.
Hatchet Gully and Max Bailey put on a spectacular match. Both men went full out, not knowing what the "prize" was that GM Tyson had promised them last show. Max started slow and steady, working on GUlly with his ground and pound game, before Gully worked it back into his favor and got Max off balance with the aerial assault. Gully went for one high risk move too many, and Max capatalized and hit Gully with the Comatose for the victory.
As Max celebrates, "Trophies" starts up, and out walks James Tyson. He motions for a mic while on stage.
Tyson: Great match Max and Hatchet, and congrats Max. Good win.
Max looks at the GM, motioning to him about the "prize"
Tyson: I know Max, that's partly why I'm out here. Rumble in the Bronx is September 26th, and I'm proud to say that a number of FSW superstars have signed up to be in it. As you know, the winner of the Rumble gets a 1 on 1 shot at the Undisputed EWC World Heavyweight Championship! I for one am encouraging anyone on the FSW roster that hasn't already to go on and sign up, because spots are filling fast, and I will be rooting for one of US to win the whole damn thing!
THe crowd breaks out in a "FSW, FSW, FSW" chant as James soaks it in up on the stage.
Tyson: As for you Max, I hope that you and Gully put your names in the RUmble, if you haven't done so already. However Mr. Bailey, if you do, you will be pulling double duty that night, as I have scheduled a #1 contenders match for the right to face our champion, Dixie Dubois, at Deuces Wild!, the FSW Supershow coming up in October, and you, Max Bailey, have earned the first of three slots for that match!
Max jumps up and down at that, as "Trophies" plays again, and James walks back thru the curtain.
After a short commercial break, the FSW cameras roll again. This time the cameras are backstage as the FSW Interviewer, Destiny Fairchild, prepares another segment.
Destiny: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time.. Amis Shelton.
The camera pans out to reveal the "Real Fuckin' Deal". He is greeted by boos from the FSW audience who are watching this segment from the titantron. Amis is undeterred from the crowd reaction as he wears a familiar smug grin.
Destiny: Amis, your team came up short in the tag team main event last time at FSW versus Jason Park Hunter and Otaki--
Amis waves his hand and scoffs.
Amis FN Shelton: No, no. Let me stop you right there, Destiny, I didn't lose two weeks ago, ok? Gyasi lost. That loser thought he could hang with me and ended up costing ME the match. It also didn't help when Jason threw a cheap shot at me.
Destiny: Well speaking of Jason Park Hunter, he's in the main event tonight against the FSW Champion, Dixie Dubois in a non title match. Now considering that you don't exactly "like" Jason, are you going to get involved in tonight's match?
Amis pauses for a second, pondering on his answer.
Amis FN Shelton: You know what? No. I won't get involved in the match. Hell, Jason can even defeat Dixie and become the new number one contender, and then become champion for all I care. It won't change the undeniable fact that Amis Shelton is and forever will be better than Jason Park Hunter. He can keep taking other matches and dodge me as much as possible. Because some day he's going to have to face me one on one. And when that happens, I'm going to kick his head off again.
Amis then leaves the area, not letting Destiny get a closing question in. The cameras fade.
Deneen: Our Main event of the evening is set for one fall. Introducing first, now residing in Brooklyn, New York....the "Prince of Wrestling"...JASON PARK HUNTER!!
Petrified-Fort Minor came blasting over the speakers. On the top of the ramp pushing the curtains back wearing a black hood over his head and jeans with. He starts to clap to the music out towards the crowd to get them into it.
Yall are not, not, not Ready HO
Not not ready HO
We're gonna drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)....
He jumps up and down on his feet getting the crowd into it.
Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON! [x2]
He walks down the ramp moving his head to the music.
Yeah
How you doin’, y’all?
My name is Mike.
I’m fooling with the new shit
I'm doing it all night
I like what i do
I do what i like
I could quit and get it back like i’m riding a bike
Like stop...
...bring it back, bring it back
He stops as he took a step back and then take one forward on the words.
We got that balance keeping us on track
That ya get what ya move and quit, wit no slow
You stare like you don’t care
But you do it though
He climbs up the stairs as he climbs up to the top of the rope with his hood still over his head and pops it over like AJ styles with his arms out towards the crowd. He grins out towards the crowd taking it all in as he climbs down. The music slowly fades out as he jumps off the top rope taking off his hood.
Deneen: And his opponent, from New Orleans, she is the reigning FSW Champion.....DIXIE DUBOIS!!
The lights dim as a powerful drum beat begins to echo. As the beginnings of "The Sticks" by Mother Mother starts to play across the arena, a heavy green fog begins to pour out of the entryway... and standing in it, the figure of Dixie Dubois, hands slightly extended and her head tipped low.
As the lyrics of the song start, Dixie lifts her gaze to the crowd. She grins wide, and a gout of green smoke rolls out of her mouth. She makes her way down the ramp slowly, meeting eyes with the audience, pointing out signs, and otherwise basking in the presence of those in attendance. Upon reaching the ring she takes off her tophat, putting it on a fan in the front row before climbing up the steps. She steps into the ring, arms wide as she twirls once, then slips off her jacket and gives it to the referee.
The bell rings, the two lock up and Dixie pushes JPH down. He pops back up and they lock again. JPH gets a quick knee to the mid section and sends Dixie down with a japanese arm drag. Dixie gets to her feet and is taken back down with another. JPH hops to the top turnbuckle and as Dixie gets back up, JPH launches off with a missle dropkick and takes Dixie back down. He goes for a cover but only gets a '1' count.
Franklin: JPH is really pouring it on.
Dick: Well he needs to. If Dixie gets him in her clutches, you can say bye bye to JPH.
JPH makes it back to the turnbuckle and launches off with a crossbody. Dixie catches him and puts him down with a well placed dropkick to the gut. She instantly begins to throw mounted punches. The ref pulls her off as JPH holds his face. Dixie raises JPH high into the air..........
Franklin: OH! A gorilla press slam! JPH goes down hard!
Dick: A headlock now by Dixie......... JPH making it to his feet now........
JPH fights Dixie off with elbows. Dixie instantly attempts a scoop slam but JPH reverse it into an arm drag. Both get to their feet quickly. The lock and JPH goes for an irish whip but Dixie reverses it.
Franklin: A quick reversal now..... Dixie takes JPH with a nice shoulder block. JPH pops to his feet...... Dixie off the far ropes..... JPH with a leap frog...... OH! A crossbody by JPH sends Dixie down! There's the cover!
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Dick: Only a 2 count! And what kick out! Dixie sent JPH all the to the outside!
Dixie tries to grab JPH off the apron but JPH slides under the ropes and through Dixie's legs. Dixie turns around and walks right into a dropkick to her knee. Dixie goes down on it and JPH hits her other knee with one. Dixie finallys goes down on her face.
Dick: Dixie's down now and Boston Crab! Boston Crab on Dixie in the middle of the ring.
Franklin: Dixie looks like she's about to tap. She has to! We may have a winner in a second.
JPH wrenches back as hard as he can, putting all the preasure his body will allow. You can hear Dixie over the thousands of fans sceaming "NO!" as the ref asks her does she want to give.
Dick: How much longer can Dixie hold on?!?! She's been in it about two minutes!! Wait! JPH let go! Did Dixie tap?!
Franklin: NO! Look, JPH is picking up Dixie. He must have known Dixie wasn't going to tap!!
JPH sits Dixie up on the top rope and attempts a huracanrana, but Dixie powerbombs him down hard to the mat. She goes for a cover but JPH kicks out at two. Dixie whips JPH into the turnbuckle and connects with a martial arts kick to the head. JPH goes back down and Dixie goes for another cover.
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Dick: 3!!!!! She got him!!
Franklin: No she didn't! JPH got his shoulder up before the '3' count!!
Dixie goes to to lift JPH up to his feet and tries for an Irish whip which is reversed by him before JPH drives Dixie into the canvas with the Prince Spike.
Franklin: Wait a minute! JPH reverses the Irish Whip and Prince Spikes her into the mat!!! Here's the hook of the leg!
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Franklin: Unbelivable! THe champ got caught by Jason Park-Hunter slipping tonight, and he's got a huge win!
Deneen: Your winner of the match.....Jason Park Hunter!!
Dick: Big win for the former FSW champion tonight, and this has got to put him either in the match at Rumble in the Bronx, or in contention to be added to it.
Franklin: I agree, but we'll find out next time. For Dick, Deneen, Destiny and the crew, I'm Franklin Wright, saying so long, and see you in Columbus!
QUICK RECAP:
MATCH 1 - NO CONTEST DUE TO INTERFERENCE BY THE DEBUTING NICK JAMES
MATCH 2 - NO CONTEST DUE TO INTERFERENCE BY THE RE-DEBUTING PSYCH WARD
MATCH 3 - KHAOS d. FRANCISCO GIL RAMOS & NAROBI JORDAN VIA YWN ON RAMOS
MATCH 4 - MAX BAILEY d. HATCHET GULLY VIA COMATOSE
MAIN EVENT - JASON PARK HUNTER d. DIXIE DUBOIS VIA PRINCE SPIKE
WRITERS : JAMES TYSON, NICK JAMES, AMIS SHELTON, PSYCH WARD
Hatchet Gully and Max Bailey put on a spectacular match. Both men went full out, not knowing what the "prize" was that GM Tyson had promised them last show. Max started slow and steady, working on GUlly with his ground and pound game, before Gully worked it back into his favor and got Max off balance with the aerial assault. Gully went for one high risk move too many, and Max capatalized and hit Gully with the Comatose for the victory.
As Max celebrates, "Trophies" starts up, and out walks James Tyson. He motions for a mic while on stage.
Tyson: Great match Max and Hatchet, and congrats Max. Good win.
Max looks at the GM, motioning to him about the "prize"
Tyson: I know Max, that's partly why I'm out here. Rumble in the Bronx is September 26th, and I'm proud to say that a number of FSW superstars have signed up to be in it. As you know, the winner of the Rumble gets a 1 on 1 shot at the Undisputed EWC World Heavyweight Championship! I for one am encouraging anyone on the FSW roster that hasn't already to go on and sign up, because spots are filling fast, and I will be rooting for one of US to win the whole damn thing!
THe crowd breaks out in a "FSW, FSW, FSW" chant as James soaks it in up on the stage.
Tyson: As for you Max, I hope that you and Gully put your names in the RUmble, if you haven't done so already. However Mr. Bailey, if you do, you will be pulling double duty that night, as I have scheduled a #1 contenders match for the right to face our champion, Dixie Dubois, at Deuces Wild!, the FSW Supershow coming up in October, and you, Max Bailey, have earned the first of three slots for that match!
Max jumps up and down at that, as "Trophies" plays again, and James walks back thru the curtain.
After a short commercial break, the FSW cameras roll again. This time the cameras are backstage as the FSW Interviewer, Destiny Fairchild, prepares another segment.
Destiny: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time.. Amis Shelton.
The camera pans out to reveal the "Real Fuckin' Deal". He is greeted by boos from the FSW audience who are watching this segment from the titantron. Amis is undeterred from the crowd reaction as he wears a familiar smug grin.
Destiny: Amis, your team came up short in the tag team main event last time at FSW versus Jason Park Hunter and Otaki--
Amis waves his hand and scoffs.
Amis FN Shelton: No, no. Let me stop you right there, Destiny, I didn't lose two weeks ago, ok? Gyasi lost. That loser thought he could hang with me and ended up costing ME the match. It also didn't help when Jason threw a cheap shot at me.
Destiny: Well speaking of Jason Park Hunter, he's in the main event tonight against the FSW Champion, Dixie Dubois in a non title match. Now considering that you don't exactly "like" Jason, are you going to get involved in tonight's match?
Amis pauses for a second, pondering on his answer.
Amis FN Shelton: You know what? No. I won't get involved in the match. Hell, Jason can even defeat Dixie and become the new number one contender, and then become champion for all I care. It won't change the undeniable fact that Amis Shelton is and forever will be better than Jason Park Hunter. He can keep taking other matches and dodge me as much as possible. Because some day he's going to have to face me one on one. And when that happens, I'm going to kick his head off again.
Amis then leaves the area, not letting Destiny get a closing question in. The cameras fade.
Deneen: Our Main event of the evening is set for one fall. Introducing first, now residing in Brooklyn, New York....the "Prince of Wrestling"...JASON PARK HUNTER!!
Petrified-Fort Minor came blasting over the speakers. On the top of the ramp pushing the curtains back wearing a black hood over his head and jeans with. He starts to clap to the music out towards the crowd to get them into it.
Yall are not, not, not Ready HO
Not not ready HO
We're gonna drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)....
He jumps up and down on his feet getting the crowd into it.
Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON! [x2]
He walks down the ramp moving his head to the music.
Yeah
How you doin’, y’all?
My name is Mike.
I’m fooling with the new shit
I'm doing it all night
I like what i do
I do what i like
I could quit and get it back like i’m riding a bike
Like stop...
...bring it back, bring it back
He stops as he took a step back and then take one forward on the words.
We got that balance keeping us on track
That ya get what ya move and quit, wit no slow
You stare like you don’t care
But you do it though
He climbs up the stairs as he climbs up to the top of the rope with his hood still over his head and pops it over like AJ styles with his arms out towards the crowd. He grins out towards the crowd taking it all in as he climbs down. The music slowly fades out as he jumps off the top rope taking off his hood.
Deneen: And his opponent, from New Orleans, she is the reigning FSW Champion.....DIXIE DUBOIS!!
The lights dim as a powerful drum beat begins to echo. As the beginnings of "The Sticks" by Mother Mother starts to play across the arena, a heavy green fog begins to pour out of the entryway... and standing in it, the figure of Dixie Dubois, hands slightly extended and her head tipped low.
As the lyrics of the song start, Dixie lifts her gaze to the crowd. She grins wide, and a gout of green smoke rolls out of her mouth. She makes her way down the ramp slowly, meeting eyes with the audience, pointing out signs, and otherwise basking in the presence of those in attendance. Upon reaching the ring she takes off her tophat, putting it on a fan in the front row before climbing up the steps. She steps into the ring, arms wide as she twirls once, then slips off her jacket and gives it to the referee.
The bell rings, the two lock up and Dixie pushes JPH down. He pops back up and they lock again. JPH gets a quick knee to the mid section and sends Dixie down with a japanese arm drag. Dixie gets to her feet and is taken back down with another. JPH hops to the top turnbuckle and as Dixie gets back up, JPH launches off with a missle dropkick and takes Dixie back down. He goes for a cover but only gets a '1' count.
Franklin: JPH is really pouring it on.
Dick: Well he needs to. If Dixie gets him in her clutches, you can say bye bye to JPH.
JPH makes it back to the turnbuckle and launches off with a crossbody. Dixie catches him and puts him down with a well placed dropkick to the gut. She instantly begins to throw mounted punches. The ref pulls her off as JPH holds his face. Dixie raises JPH high into the air..........
Franklin: OH! A gorilla press slam! JPH goes down hard!
Dick: A headlock now by Dixie......... JPH making it to his feet now........
JPH fights Dixie off with elbows. Dixie instantly attempts a scoop slam but JPH reverse it into an arm drag. Both get to their feet quickly. The lock and JPH goes for an irish whip but Dixie reverses it.
Franklin: A quick reversal now..... Dixie takes JPH with a nice shoulder block. JPH pops to his feet...... Dixie off the far ropes..... JPH with a leap frog...... OH! A crossbody by JPH sends Dixie down! There's the cover!
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Dick: Only a 2 count! And what kick out! Dixie sent JPH all the to the outside!
Dixie tries to grab JPH off the apron but JPH slides under the ropes and through Dixie's legs. Dixie turns around and walks right into a dropkick to her knee. Dixie goes down on it and JPH hits her other knee with one. Dixie finallys goes down on her face.
Dick: Dixie's down now and Boston Crab! Boston Crab on Dixie in the middle of the ring.
Franklin: Dixie looks like she's about to tap. She has to! We may have a winner in a second.
JPH wrenches back as hard as he can, putting all the preasure his body will allow. You can hear Dixie over the thousands of fans sceaming "NO!" as the ref asks her does she want to give.
Dick: How much longer can Dixie hold on?!?! She's been in it about two minutes!! Wait! JPH let go! Did Dixie tap?!
Franklin: NO! Look, JPH is picking up Dixie. He must have known Dixie wasn't going to tap!!
JPH sits Dixie up on the top rope and attempts a huracanrana, but Dixie powerbombs him down hard to the mat. She goes for a cover but JPH kicks out at two. Dixie whips JPH into the turnbuckle and connects with a martial arts kick to the head. JPH goes back down and Dixie goes for another cover.
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Dick: 3!!!!! She got him!!
Franklin: No she didn't! JPH got his shoulder up before the '3' count!!
Dixie goes to to lift JPH up to his feet and tries for an Irish whip which is reversed by him before JPH drives Dixie into the canvas with the Prince Spike.
Franklin: Wait a minute! JPH reverses the Irish Whip and Prince Spikes her into the mat!!! Here's the hook of the leg!
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Franklin: Unbelivable! THe champ got caught by Jason Park-Hunter slipping tonight, and he's got a huge win!
Deneen: Your winner of the match.....Jason Park Hunter!!
Dick: Big win for the former FSW champion tonight, and this has got to put him either in the match at Rumble in the Bronx, or in contention to be added to it.
Franklin: I agree, but we'll find out next time. For Dick, Deneen, Destiny and the crew, I'm Franklin Wright, saying so long, and see you in Columbus!
QUICK RECAP:
MATCH 1 - NO CONTEST DUE TO INTERFERENCE BY THE DEBUTING NICK JAMES
MATCH 2 - NO CONTEST DUE TO INTERFERENCE BY THE RE-DEBUTING PSYCH WARD
MATCH 3 - KHAOS d. FRANCISCO GIL RAMOS & NAROBI JORDAN VIA YWN ON RAMOS
MATCH 4 - MAX BAILEY d. HATCHET GULLY VIA COMATOSE
MAIN EVENT - JASON PARK HUNTER d. DIXIE DUBOIS VIA PRINCE SPIKE
WRITERS : JAMES TYSON, NICK JAMES, AMIS SHELTON, PSYCH WARD
© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2016
