Post by PARAMOUNT on Oct 24, 2016 9:50:24 GMT -6
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
EPISODE #28
OCTOBER 23RD, 2016
OCTOBER 23RD, 2016
LIVE! from the Mississippi Gulf Coast Coliseum - Biloxi, Mississippi
Commentators: Dick Shelby and Franklin Wright
Announcer: Deneen McQueen
Backstage interviewer: Destiny Fairchild
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"Trophies" starts to play as FSW 28 comes on the air. Out walks James Tyson, who slowly comes down the aisle. He slaps hands with fans on either side of the aisleway, walks around to Deneen and gives her a big hig, shakes hands with Franklin and Dick, then goes up in the ring. He motions the crowd to calm down, before speaking.
JT: Welcome to FSW, Biloxi! We have a bog show tonight, so I won't take up too much time, but there's some big business to take care of. First, due to forces beyond our control with the Atlantic City site, the planned supershow there has been canceled.
*The crowd rains down boos at that particular announcement.*
JT: Calm down yall...it's OK. So here's what gonna happen. We had two things planned for that show. One was a tag team tournament, where the winner would get a shot at the EWC World tag champs, Gabriel Martin and Luke Wolfe. That tournament will happen at the FSW season finale in South Korea. The second was our championship match, Dixie Dubois versus Amis Shelton. That match will happen at WrestleFest. We will sign the contracts for that match at FSW 29. I won't hold yall up any further. Franklin...start us up!
"Trophies" plays James out as he heads back up the aisle, and we pan back to our esteemed announce crew, Franklin Wright and Dick Shelby
FW: Well...that was a big way to start FSW 28 here in Biloxi. THe championship match moved to WrestleFest, a tag tournament to get a shot at the EWC world tag titles, and lets not forget Otaki...she gets her dream shot at the EWC Undisputed World title at WrestleFest as well.
DS: FSW has a big, big month ahead of it, and it looks like we're gonna go for it guns a blazing. I'm too excited! Le'ts get on with the show!
As the bell rang, Sugar and Nanako circled each other before moving in for a lock up. Nanako, slightly larger of the two, gained the advantage and began pushing Sugar backward. Sugar ducked low and then came up behind Nanako, locking her hands and them pumping her hips, sending Nanako up and over for a German Suplex. Nanako rolled through the slam after being released, and got to her feet. Sugar got up, and was met with a kick to the gut, followed by a Drop Toe Hold, sending her to the mat.
Sugar recovered and was up again quickly. Nanako went for a Clothesline, but Sugar ducked quickly and when Nanako turned back around, she was taken down by a Dropkick from Sugar. Nanako was slow to get back up, but when she did, she managed to fight off a Float-Over DDT, shoving Sugar away and then tackling her to the mat. Nanako mounted Sugar, and began laying into her, but Sugar reversed positions a moment later.
On top, Sugar stood, pulling Nanako up by the hair and hitting her with a Scoop Slam. Nanako got up quickly from it, and was given another. Quick recovery again, and Sugar delivered a third Scoop Slam, and followed it up with a quick Elbow Drop to the ribs of Nanako. Nanako rolled to her feet, and Sugar went for a Clothesline, but missed as Nanako ducked. Turning around, Sugar was nailed with an Enzuigiri from Nanako, who stayed on the assault with a Handstand that she transitions into an Elbow Drop into the back of Sugar.
Sugar groaned in pain as Nanako picked her up and whipped her into the ropes, running after her and driving her knee into Sugar’s gut. Slumping against the ropes, Sugar ducked as Nanako went for Nap Time. Nanako sailed over the ropes to the outside. Sugar looked outside the ring and then bolted for the opposite side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes and coming back to fly through the ropes, nailing Nanako with a Suicide Dive, driving her into the barricade.
The first one to recover, sugar dragged Nanako to the apron slamming her face into it, ignoring the referee’s count. As Nanako reeled away, Sugar kicked her in the gut, and went for a DDT, but Nanako countered, powering Sugar up and over her head, landing on the apron. Nanako climbed the ropes quickly and jumped off, looking for a Double Knee Drop. She found it as both women fell to the outside of the ring after the impact.
Nanako heeded the referees count, rolling into the ring to break it before rolling out again. Sugar had time to recover now, and delivered an Uppercut to Nanako, sending her staggering backwards. Sugar pushed Nanako onto the apron and then rolled into the ring after her, and began stomping on her. This went on for only a few seconds as Nanako managed to trip Sugar. Nanako got to her feet first, grabbing Sugar by the hair and went for the Dead Nerves. Sugar groaned in pain, rolling out of the way of the Double Knee Drop Nanako went for. Sugar was still a bit dazed from the Dead Nerves, but when Nanako went for Nap Time, she ducked and countered with Sore Taste! Sugar then followed up with Please!? before going for a pin.
Referee: 1…2…3!!!
The scene opens to Destiny Fairchild pushing backstage exit doors open in a rush. Her hair flies up in a mess, attire a little unkempt, clearly whatever situation she's found herself in was spurred by suddenness. Before the color commentators can do their duty, she pipes into the magic talking stick with excitement.
Destiny: Guys! Guys, this is Destiny Fairchild coming to you from the the parking lot of the Mississippi Coast Coliseum. I have just received word that Amelia Abernathy, yes, the very same Amelia Abernathy that has been the biggest opponent of the professional wrestling industry, is inbound and..and...
The rushing wind and powerful sound of a helicopter roars overhead and makes a quick taxi of the parking lot, finding room at the north west corner of it. The operator puts it down with the speed and expertise of a special operations pilot, and the blades begin to die down.
The interviewer is already on the move as the doors to the copter open and three individuals step out. The first is a large, strong man in a suit that gives off a secret service vibe, he is The Equalizer and he jogs out ahead of the other two. As Destiny nears, he motions for her to cease her movement and yells at her. She stops.
The second person is a small but distinguished looking African American man named Jeeves, who is clad in a butler uniform from what the camera can see of him, since the rest of his body is overrun with suitcases and other luggage belonging to the woman of the hour.
And lastly is Amelia Abernathy. She's adorned in a form fitting designer dress with intricate designs made of diamonds traveling up the right side of the fabric. Her dark tresses are done up beauty queen style and she wears black high heels with crystal encampments dotting the outers of it. The trillionaire carries herself like a queen among peasants and presses forward, head tossed up in arrogance.
By the time they get to the Equalizer, he has completed his TSA style pat down search of a slightly violated Destiny Fairchild. He gives Amelia a thumbs up but she pays Destiny no regard, just simply stares straight ahead at the building with a unwelcoming scowl on her otherwise gorgeous face.
Destiny: Ms. Abernathy, I can't believe the rumors are true. You really have signed with FSW! How is this even possible with your past, and outspoken hatred of our craft?
She remains still, not giving the interviewer the simple courtesy of eye contact. It's as if Destiny doesn't exist to her.
Amelia: Jeeves, who is this voice that plays cancer to my ears?
He steps in with a nearly equal little scowl on his middle aged face.
Jeeves: Some little hood rat with a bunch of make up on, madam Abernathy.
He sits her luggage down to rest for a second. Destiny shoots him an offended glare but he seems absolutely apathetic toward her and her feelings.
Amelia: I'm here on business and yes I will be competing in this swirling swill of shit... tonight.
Destiny's eyes go cartoonishly wide, even as Amelia continues to look straight ahead without regard for her fellow woman.
Destiny: Wait, what? Huh? You're going to be in action tonight?
The Rich Bitch sighs with annoyance.
Amelia: Amateurs. Yes, tonight. I took to social media and looked for some local talent to compete against tonight, and found a worthy adversary. I need to start building my win-loss record up as soon as possible in this shit stack of a profession, and before you ask, it is none of your business why.
She snaps her fingers and the three bustle toward the entrance doors, leaving a baffled Destiny Fairchild in their wake.
McQueen: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, Latoya Hixx!
Sky’s The Limit by CFO$ hit’s the PA system and Latoya makes her way out from the back wearing her white shades. Coming to the ring, Latoya posed and showed her BOSS brass knuckles to the camera man and the crowd.
McQueen: And her opponent, from Dublin, Ireland, Eve O’Connell!
The ominous opening strains of “Ice Queen” begins to echo through the arena, as the lights slowly begin to dim, until the only lights we can see is dim pulsing lights of Green, Orange and white colour scheme, the crowd pounds the railings to the rhythms of the song before the drums kick into the song outcomes The Warrior Queen Eve O’Connell walks onto the stage clad in MMA Shorts with sponsor logos printed out on them, and a beanie resting atop her head Ignoring the fan’s reaction there would be no posting or the like. Eve is stone-faced, determination pouring out of her very soul as she makes the long walk to her battleground of choice.
She cuts a very stoic expression on her face, her eyes never leaving the ring as she quickly marched forward, with nothing but bad intentions on her mind. As she reached the end of the ramp, she moves to the left, circling the ring, looking at her opponent with a look that so malicious it could murder somebody in its own right. After a full march around, Eve slid under the rope and makes her way to the corner throwing some elbows at the air before leaning down her teeth bared just waiting for the bell to ring.
The bell rings and the two women circle each other.
Shelby: So, Latoya recently joined us from Brawl, and Eve has been with us here in FSW for several weeks now. Who is your money on?
Wright: Not doing that.
Latoya charged Eve, rushing her into a turnbuckle, and began swinging big lefts and rights at Eve’s midsection. Eve pushed Latoya away and tried to catch her breath, but Latoya came back with a huge Body Splash, sandwiching Eve into the corner. Eve fell to her hands and knees and Latoya grabbed her by the hair, taking her down with a Hair-Pull Snapmare.
Shelby: Out the gate, Latoya is taking it to the Warrior Queen!
Wright: Yes, in the opening moments, she’s impressive thus far.
Eve got to her hands and knees, and Latoya went for a Legdrop on her, taking her back to the mat. Latoya turned away from her now, posing for the crowd. When she turned back, Eve took her down with a Lariat. Eve got up first and went for an Armbar, but Latoya was able to fight it off. Both women got to their feet now, and Eve charged at Latoya, who sidestepped her into a Sleeper Hold. Eve reverses that,and goes for her armbar again. Just before she can properly lock Latoya in, "I'm About to Break You" plays, and out walks Kim Hunter. She takes a slow walk towards the ring, and Eve notices her, going over towards the ropes to confront her. In that moment, Latoya rolls Eve up, and gets the 1.......2........3!
Shelby: Unbelievable! Latoya Hixx upsets Eve O'Connell!
Wright: Oh boy...Eve is gonna be PISSED at Kim for this!
Latoya starts to celebrate in the ring, but Eve goes and knocks her down with a wicked clothesline, then takes off after Kim, who slips to the back.
After the opening bell, Kasey Cross and Nick James met in the center of the ring, both trash talking the other. Kasey slapped Nick, making him smirk before he whipped her into the corner, running after her. Kasey reached the corner and launched herself out of it, driving her elbow into the face of Nick, taking him down hard. Having caught him off guard, Kasey stayed on the assault, mounting Nick and sending lefts and rights at his face.
Nick managed to shove Kasey off of him, and rolled to his knees. As he looked up, he caught an Enziguri to the face from Kasey. For the second time, Kasey had taken Nick down; when he got to his knees again, she didn’t make it to the third time. Nick dodged the Dropkick and Kasey landed on her back. Getting to a vertical position now, Nick grabbed Kasey by the hair, picking her up before delivering an uppercut that sent her staggering backward.
Kasey slumped on the ropes now, clutching her face in pain. Nick Clotheslined her over the top, sending her out of the ring, and the rolled out after her. As Nick was picking Kasey up, she hit him below the belt, but the ref missed it. As Nick doubled over in pain, Kasey went to the apron and jumped off the ropes, hitting a Springboard Knee Drop on Nick, sending him down. Kasey rolled inside the ring to break the count, and then back out.
As she as moving towards Nick, Kasey was tripped and Nick rolled to his knees before getting up and grabbing Kasey by the hair, pushing her into the apron, and ramming his shoulder into her midsection, against the apron. Kasey groaned in pain, but Nick stayed on the assault, ramming her thrice more before breaking the Ref’s count. Grabbing Kasey, Nick rolled her into the ring, and then got in after her. As he stood and moved toward her, she grabbed him, rolling him up in a Small Package pin.
Referee: 1…2…Kickout!
Nick just managed to kickout of the roll up, but Kasey was on her feet quickly, though favoring her midsection now. Nick got up now, and the pair began trading chops until Nick, out of nowhere, picked Kasey up, going for the Status Quo. Kasey managed to reverse it, however, into a Tornado DDT, planting Nick on the mat.
Kasey went for a leg lock, and after locking it in, only had a few seconds before Nick reached out and grabbed the ropes, breaking the hold. Kasey let go, and stood, trying to drag Nick away from the ropes, but he kicked her away and stood. Kasey charged at him, going for a Full Body Splash, but Nick caught her out of the air, and then lifted her up on his shoulders, hitting the Status Quo. Nick hooked her leg for a pin.
Referee: 1…..2…..Kickout!
Nick couldn’t believe she had just kicked out, and he went for another pin.
Referee: 1…2…Kickout!
After she kicked out a second time, Nick slammed his fist into the mat, grunting before standing up and picking up Kasey. Kasey kneed Nick in the groin before hitting the Angel Snap, dropping Nick. Kasey wasted no time locking in the KC Traper, wrenching back on the hold. Nick tried to fight it off, but it was locked in. Nick began crawling to the ropes, a task made difficult with Kasey hanging onto his face. A moment later, he grabbed the bottom rope, forcing a hold break.
Nick gets up under a barrage of kicks from Kasey, and then hits a second Status Quo, sending her down hard. Nick covered Kasey for a pin.
Referee: 1…2…3!!!
Shelby: Well, we’ve had quite a night so far here in Biloxi, and it’s sure to only get more intense with this match between a pair of technically gifted FSW veterans in Freddie Styles and Tyler Roberts.
Wright: Both men have been relatively quiet lately, so let’s see what kind of talking they’ll do in the ring.
Franklin barely has the words out of his mouth when The “fXs” symbol flashes on the screen as the arena goes dark. The intro begins to play...
"Yeah (yeah!) We ain't playin wit'cha
(We ain't playin wit'cha - step yo' ass up!)
What'chu wanna do? (And get yo' ass knocked out)
What'chu wanna do? (Get ready!)
What'chu wanna do? (Three 6 Ma-fi-UHH!)
Yesssssuhhhh (let's go!)
YEAH! We ain't playin wit'cha (it's goin down)
It's goin down (SHUT THE FUCK UP~!!!!!!)
We gon' hit 'em with the left (left) hit 'em with the right (right)
We gon' hit 'em with the left (left) hit 'em with the right (right)
It's a fight, it's a fight, head buss'em, head buss'em
It's a fight, it's a fight, head buss'em, head buss'em"
As the lights come up, flashing with the beat, Freddie steps out from behind the curtain and he just stands there for a moment before bouncing from side to side, then making his slow walk towards the ring with more cheering than usual.
DING DING DING
McQueen: This match is scheduled FOR one fall! Making his way to the ring, FROM Atlanta, Georgia by way of Montgomery, Alabama, weighing in AT 223 pounds… FREDDIEEEEEEEE STYYYYYYYYLES!
Shelby: Well, we’re only a little over 200 miles outside Freddie Styles’ hometown, and it sounds like he’s got plenty of folks from that area supporting him here tonight.
Wright: No kidding; there’s rarely a home-court advantage when you’re in a wrestling ring, but Freddie might have the closest thing to it right now.
The verse continues…
“(It's on!) See I'm the king of the ring ring
Ring the bell and I'm comin out swing swing
Swingin lefts, swingin rights 'til they ding ding
He hit the ground, bounced up like a spring spring
Hit him again now like a bird he start to sing sing
Bright lights, camera flashin like bling bling
He started seein things - now I got him
Hands and knees on the floor, crawlin to the corner cry-ing
(Sucka!) I-I-I-I'm the man, there's no de-fea-ting
And the-the-the the ground, you will be ea-ting
I wreck shop, non-stop, this is easy
Put him out the game like his name's Milli Vanilli”
Freddie slowly walks up the ring steps, and steps through the ropes. He then stands on the middle rope, holding one arm above him to briefly acknowledge the partisan crowd, before stepping down and leaning over in a corner. As he does that, the arena dims slightly once again as 'In Chains' by Shaman's Harvest starts to play. As the fans look at the stage a silhouette is seen of Tyler Roberts, arms stretched out to his sides.
McQueen: AND introducing his opponent, FROM Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in AT 220 pounds… He is THE CANADIAN SUPERMAN… TYLER… ROOOOOOOOO-BERRRRRRTS!
Shelby: Well, this should be interesting as Tyler Roberts has pretty well flown under the radar ever since Rumble in the Bronx went down.
Wright: If you recall, he lasted about 12 minutes in that Rumble, only to have BRAWL’s Alexis Morrison capitalize on Noah Hanson being a sore loser in order to eliminate him.
Shelby: Roberts and Hanson then proceeded to trade blows outside the ring, so we’ll see if Noah decides to show himself at any point to show he hasn’t forgotten about how his Rumble ended.
The lights slowly return and he walks down the ramp towards the ring, where he pulls himself up onto the apron and climbs into the ring and walks around looking out at the fans from under his hat. He extends his arms out again before loosening up; after a few seconds, referee Sam Davis calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Roberts goes to tie up with Styles in the middle of the ring, only for Freddie to duck him and give him the Mutombo finger wag before retreating to a corner! Roberts is less than impressed by this, so he charges at Styles and connects with a Shoulder Tackle right into the turnbuckle; Styles crumbles in the corner, and Roberts doesn’t let up, driving knees into Freddie’s chest until the referee pulls him off. The separation allows Freddie to roll to the outside.
Shelby: Tyler Roberts clearly wanting to release some of the pent-up frustration that’s built over the last month, and I think Freddie might be a bit surprised by the onslaught.
Wright: Yep, Freddie’s just going to take a walk around the world to ease his troubled mind here, Dick.
As Styles takes his breather, Roberts continues to look frustrated by Styles’ inaction, so he decides to roll outside to meet him… Only for Styles to connect with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex onto the hard floor! Styles springs back to his feet with a smirk on his face, then picks Roberts up and rolls him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Once he’s in position, Styles hops up onto the top turnbuckle… MISSILE DROPKICK!!! Styles scrambles onto Roberts for the cover…
1!
2!
Roberts gets a shoulder up as Sam’s hand hits the mat for the two-count. There are duelling “F-X-S!” and “ROOOOOO-BERTS!” chants echoing through the Mississippi Coast Coliseum as both men properly lock up in the middle of the ring, with neither man giving the other an inch. Eventually, the referee breaks the hold, allowing Roberts to drive a boot into Freddie’s stomach, briefly buckling fXs. Roberts grabs Styles, then connects with a Belly to Belly Suplex of his own before flipping over for a bridge pin!
1!
2-
Freddie kicks out before the referee can count two, and both men are quickly up to their feet. Roberts goes for a High Knee, but Styles sidesteps it, grabs the leg, and pulls Roberts down to the mat before getting to a knee to lock in an Over-the-Shoulder Single Leg Boston Crab! Styles returns to his feet, effectively stretching Roberts’ leg while twisting his ankle with his left hand!
Shelby: Quick thinking from Freddie Styles here, and this match may have hit its turning point.
Wright: It’s brilliant strategy, Dick; Freddie’s doing significant damage to Tyler’s leg right now, which will compromise his ability to get a strong base for his suplex-based offensive arsenal, not to mention it’s his plant leg for the Oh Canada Superkick.
Shelby: We’ll have to see what kind of effect this will have as we work our way through the contest.
Still caught in the hold, Roberts wriggles around to try and reach a rope, and he just does gets his fingers wrapped around. Sam Davis forces Styles to break the hold, which he does after a three-count, though he just drops Roberts on the canvas, doing further damage to the targeted leg. Roberts smartly rolls out of the ring to try and shake out some of the pain in his leg, but Styles doesn’t want to wait; he pulls himself onto the top rope, then jumps… SLINGSHOT DDT ONTO THE CONCRETE! The crowd applauds the move as Styles can sense he’s getting close. He climbs up the ring steps and perches himself on the top turnbuckle. He leaps for a second Missile Dropkick… ONLY FOR ROBERTS TO CATCH HIM MID-AIR! ...CORNER POWERBOMB INTO THE RING POST! Roberts hangs on, though… POWERBOMB ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Shelby: This is pure carnage out here; incredible awareness from Tyler Roberts to catch Styles mid-air, then turn it into a match-levelling maneuver!
Wright: It really looked like Styles was going for the kill there, but the pure strength on those powerbombs from Tyler Roberts might just open the door here.
Roberts can feel a bit of momentum coming his way as he rolls Styles back into the ring; he waits for fXs to get fully upright, then starts a charge toward the ropes to Styles’ right, though he’s still hobbled by the single leg Boston Crab from earlier. Roberts bounces off the ropes, arm outstretched as he goes for a high impact Clothesline… Freddie dodges, and as Roberts rebounds off the opposite ropes…
Wright: I LIKE DAT REMIX, DICK!
Shelby: No question that’s a high-impact maneuver, Franklin; he might have kicked Roberts’ face clean off with that shot.
Styles’ Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick connects squarely with Roberts’ jaw, stunning Mr. Canada for a few seconds before he goes down in a heap in the middle of the ring. Styles briefly pauses to soak in the adulation from the Freddie-friendly crowd before pouncing on Roberts, wrapping him up and locking in Addiction!
Shelby: This might be all she wrote for Tyler Roberts here tonight, as Freddie has that submission hold cinched in!
Wright: He might be out faster than a speeding bullet, Dick.
Styles wrenches back on the Anaconda Vice as Roberts writhes in agony in the middle of the ring. Roberts tries desperately to reach for the bottom rope, but it’s just too far. Still dazed from Styles’ Dat Remix, Roberts is fading quickly, and he has no choice but to tap out.
DING DING DING
McQueen: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… FREDDIEEEEEEEE STYYYYYYYYLES!
Shelby: Well, there you have it; Freddie Styles with a convincing victory in front of what I would have to say is a very pro-Styles audience here this evening.
Wright: Who knows, this might be just what he needs to get back on track, perhaps to prime himself for another run at Dixie Dubois someday soon.
Once FSW comes back from the commercial break, the scene goes straight to the ring where ring announcer Deneen stands with a very unlikely young man by her side. He is a quadruple amputee, no arms or legs. He grins from ear to ear.
Deneen: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome local competitor Corey Smith!
The crowd gives him a huge round of applause and he plays to them best he can.
Deneen: Corey, first off, welcome to FSW. Tonight you will be facing Amelia Abernathy in her debut match, which comes as a big surprise since we had no idea she'd be here until 30 minutes ago. Your thoughts?
He gives that Mississippi "awe shucks" smile and demeanor.
Corey: Several days ago I saw she'd put out an open challenge to local competitors here in the area and man oh man imagine my shock when I applied and she accepted. All I can say is, I have the advantage since I've wrestled before, this came before I lost my arms and legs. Ever since I lost my limbs, most wrestling companies don't let me wrestle. I am just so happy and feel blessed right now.
"Bittersweet Symphony" by the Verve kicks into gear, cutting him off. The crowd, understandably, jeers as Amelia storms out from behind the curtains with her body guard, the Equalizer and her butler, Jeeves, flanking her sides. The Rich Bitch wears a most awful scowl as she fast foots it down the aisle, clearly in a rush to get this silly shit over with.
Dick: I can not believe we are seeing this. I just... don't understand. This woman has a severe hatred for our industry, our sport as a whole. For her to suddenly want to do this has me put off. Something is afoot here, and I do not like it.
Franklin: Me either, Dick. Look at her face. It is red, it is scowling. She most definitely doesn't want to be anywhere near a ring or this sport. And just look at who she picked for her opponent. You can't get much lower than this. What a sorry bitch. She said she has to build her record up ASAP for some reason, and what a way to do it with a double amputee.
She enters the ring wearing sweat pants, plain black boots, and a loose white sleeveless t-shirt. It's clear she doesn't want the fans to see her curves and sexiness like they get to enjoy from other women, who come to the ring with revealing super tight attire on. Deneen takes her leave and the bell rings.
The fans get behind Corey right off the bat as he hobbles forward on his knubs to the center of the ring. Amelia bitch-smirks at him and prances in wide circles, staying far away from his reach and starts to have a little fun. She taunts him, bouncing around with her fists up as if she is going to engage in some good old fist-a-cuffs, only to prance away when he rush-hobbles at her.
Suddenly, she darts at him with a drop kick but she misses, not because he has it scouted or moves out of the way, she simply, somehow misses it. Corey looks a bit confused at first, but strikes out with a series of head butts while she is prone next to him. The filthy rich girl screams like she has been set on fire and tries to get away but the dogged quadruple amputee delivers a spree of body splashes with his torso, sending the fans cheering.
Amelia manages to get near the bottom rope, flailing around like a fish out of water. Corey backs off talking some mad trash at the non wrestling woman. Getting up, the Highfalutin Harlot goes after the referee instead of her foe, getting in his face big time and cursing him with wild accusations about him not knowing the rules he is supposed to enforce.
Meanwhile, the Equalizer slips in the ring while the referee is distracted, and blind sides poor Corey with a running boot to the back of the head. The handicapped man goes rolling forward several times and lies motionless on the canvas. Not done, and moving with surprising quickness for a man his large size, the Equalizer heaves him up and DESTROYS him with a released German Suplex. The referee turns around, the noise getting his attention, but the Equalizer is gone from the ring.
Dick: What a piece of crap! I can't believe this!
Franklin: Corey was on a roll but now he is decimated. Amelia hasn't landed a single move on him!
With her opponent down and ready to be pinned for a 1000 count, Amelia closes in but doesn't got for the cover. She screams at him and curses the sport of professional wrestling before commencing a wild stomping spree up and down his unconscious body. She even drops some sloppy looking elbow drops, then chokes him a little bit before hovering over him on her hands and knees.
The ref looks at her, confused. She looks at him and screams for him to count. It's not the usual body on body tight pinfall attempt, but technically is it a cover, so he drops to the mat.
1......2....3!
The fans jeer her as she stands proud and yanks her hand away from the referee who tries to raise it. And just like that, she hurries out of the ring and meets up with Jeeves, who has clean rags and a spray bottle. He quickly goes about spraying her down, to get all the germs and yucky wrestling sweat and god knows what else, off of her. Then he makes fast work washing and drying her off, before the three finally start heading up the ramp to the back, the boos from the fans hot and heavy.
MATCH 5
The gauntlet match started off with Blade vs Tsujiri. Blade took the whirling dervish of Tsujiri's offense, and managed to hit him with the Blade Breaker to get the first pinfall. Next out was Brown-Eyed Huntress. She turned up the intensity for her debut in FSW, taking it to Blade. He fought back hard, and had Huntress set up for the Blade Breaker, but Huntress managed to evade Blade's finishing attempt and hits her Shotgun! Huntress pins Blade, ending his championship hopes. Out next is Hatchet Gully, who's looking to step back on the scene. Huntress and Gully tore it up in the ring, and each brought equal amounts of fire, but the battle Huntress had before was a bit too much for her to overcome, as Hatchet snaps off a Hidden Path to Shangri-La to get the pinfall and the victory.
To be added by Jack, winner listed below
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Sugar d. Nanako Gozen
MATCH 2 - Latoya Hixx d. Eve O'Connell
MATCH 3 - Nick James d. Kasey Cross
MATCH 4 - Freddie Styles d. Tyler Roberts
MATCH 5 - Hatchet Gully d. BEH, Blade & Tsujiri
MAIN EVENT - Amis Shelton d. Otaki & Xavier Rollins
WRITERS : Terel Walker, Ace King, James Tyson, Jack Matthews
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