Post by PARAMOUNT on Sept 10, 2017 22:01:26 GMT -6
WARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
Commentators: Dick Shelby and Franklin Wright
Announcer: Deneen McQueen
Backstage interviewer: Destiny Fairchild
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Two hours before showtime...
EWCTV cameras catch Magdalena Lockheart as she enters the sold-out McCamish Pavilion in Atlanta, Georgia. She steps in but holds the door open for her friend and Friday Night Rampage star Nadette Fischer to follow. The two women take a mere couple of steps before they are approached from the side by backstage interviewer Destiny Fairchild. Fairchild seems a bit nervous as she clutches an envelope at her side.
Destiny has her eyes fixated on Magdalena as she walks straight towards her. Nadette takes a strong step forward to cut Fairchild off from reaching Lockheart. It looks like Nadette is ready to throw fists when Magdalena places her arm up at the chest of her German-born friend.
Maggie Lockheart: It's alright, Dette. This is Destiny. She's a friend.
With that, Nadette stands down.
Nadette Fischer: Oh. If you say it is so.
Maggie Lockheart: And Destiny, this is-
Destiny Fairchild: Nadette Fischer! ...from Rampage, right? It's a pleasure to meet you!
Destiny and Nadette shake hands, albeit a bit awkwardly.
Destiny Fairchild: I didn't mean to startle you.
Nadette Fischer: I am not so easily, what is word? Frightened... of things.
Destiny Fairchild: Oh, I see.
Maggie Lockheart: Don't mind Dette. She's just here to watch my back tonight. She got a little roughed up by that Toni Gunn chick this past Friday... and uhh... because of that she might be forced to take some time off from active competition. Just a little while, hopefully. Until then she's with me.
Destiny Fairchild: Oh. I'm so sorry to hear that. Are you okay, Miss Nadette?
Nadette Fischer: Yes. I am fine.
Maggie Lockheart: Nadette's got me until my shoulder fully heals, at least. And I'm glad, too. There ain't gonna be any more of that 'Hope Diamond attacking me backstage' bullshit while Nadette is around.
Nadette Fischer: If Diamond try attack my pixie then she will lose all hope.
Destiny Fairchild: That's cool!
Maggie Lockheart: God I hate it when you call me that! So anyway... whats up, girlfriend? It's not another interview, is it? I thought that I had already cut my promo for the week. Don't tell me that y'all need another hype video for tonight?
Fairchild purses her lips; her fingertips brush over the rough edges of the envelope in her hands.
Destiny Fairchild: Well... uhh... No, actually. It's not that. It's-
She hands the envelope over to Maggie.
Destiny Fairchild: I was told to give you this. Strict orders, straight from the boss himself.
Maggie looks down at the envelope for a moment. The envelope is a sealed plain white envelope with Magdalena Lockheart handwritten on the front. Maggie looks up at Nadette and back down at the envelope with nervousness written all over her face.
Nadette Fischer: What is this? What is meaning of this, this... note?
Destiny Fairchild: I don't really know. All I know is that James Tyson handed this to me a few minutes ago and asked me to deliver this straight to Maggie right away. I sure hope that everything's okay, I mean, It can't be anything too bad... right?
Maggie's eyebrows twitch. Nadette is clearly unhappy with the way that the secretive nature of this letter has tanked her best friend's mood just mere hours before a very important Tournament of Power match.
Destiny Fairchild: Well, I've got to go now, lots of work to be done! Best of luck to you in your match tonight with Lexie. Oh, and it was... nice... meeting you too, Miss Nadette.
Nadette Fischer: The pleasure is all of yours.
With that, Destiny nods and heads off down the hallway, not wanting to push her luck with any potential further confrontation.
Maggie Lockheart: Dette! What are you doing?
Nadette Fischer: Are you okay? I make sure that-
Maggie Lockheart: I told you that she is a friend... a friend, Dette. Okay? There's nothing wrong with what she's doing, either. She was just doing her job... I'm sure.
Nadette Fischer: Her job, hmm? If she is just doing her job then why are you upset?
Maggie Lockheart: I'm n-not upset. It, it, it... just took me by surprise, is all.
Nadette Fischer: You say that Destiny is your friend. I do not believe this. She is not your friend like I am. Freunded do not bestehen notizen vie kinder!
The two pause for a moment as Nadette's anger echoes throughout the empty hall. Maggie's trying to hide her emotions but her nerves still cut right through. Maggie looks down at the envelope once more before looking back up towards Nadette.
Maggie Lockheart: I don't know what this could be... Mister Tyson sent this to me? I'm scared, Nadette...
Nadette Fischer: You will be fine. Everything will be fine. This you must believe.
WELCOME TO FUTURE STARS OF WRESTLING!!
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The camera pans around showing the excited crowd jumping for joy in anticipation for the beginning of the show.
"Purple Princess"
"Quench my Fire"
"ToP ToP"
on the road
on the road
A rev of a guitar, though easily being flooded out by a thunderous applause, causes all the lights in the arena to drop out into darkness.
on the road
on the road
ON THE ROAD TO VIRIDIAN CITY
With that yell the lights suddenly burst into life, which reveals a woman in a purple cloak standing on the stage. While only her eyes and mouth could be seen from her hood. Her milky white skin, purple hair and the FSW Championship being wrapped around her waist making it rather obvious that this person is Otaki. Her cloak doesn't cover the front of her attire, a purple one-piece outfit with no sleeves or coverage for the legs and a pair of blue boots, as Otaki starts to go down the ramp-way. Once arriving the bottom of the ramp an unfamiliar look of discomfort appears on Otaki's face as she raises her hood up and off, revealing not only her face but also a red gem that is on her forehead. Once she reveals her face The Emo Princess moves up the steps and gets onto the apron before bending over the middle rope to enter the ring. Once inside the ring Otaki approaches the ring announcer and politely ask for the microphone. Once receiving it, with a slightly less but somewhat wary sounding ‘thank you’, she turns to face the cheering crowd.
Otaki: I guess you could say-
Her worry slowly dissolves she she say her words, meanwhile the milky skinned woman's other hand moves to unfasten the FSW Champion from around her waist.
Otaki:-that we are still the FSW Champion!
Was boldly declared from the small woman's lips, confidence exploding through her nervousness as she raises the FSW Championship up to the applause of those in the McCamish Pavillion. Maybe Night of Champions has helped The Emo Princess overcome her worry about the bounty over her head? That might seem most likely as the smiling Brit places her Title over her right shoulder before continuing to speak.
Otaki: True be told there are still times we told at our gold and think 'who did we pull this rabbit out of our hat', for both Hope Diamond and Magdalena Lockheart has given us such a phenomenal match. So...how did we do it? Because the problem with those two was that Hope thought herself as better than FSW while Maggie looks beyond the FSW Championship...both of them simply viewed FSW as some development show...
Her last couple words growl out from Otaki's lips.
Otaki: And people who think that are too simpleminded to EVER defeat us for this Championship. For FSW is not some development show...FSW is the MAIN SHOW with people pouring their HEARTS and PASSION out, us included, every-single-TIME we step into OUR RING for ALL of you PEOPLE!
Almost as expected the people in attendance tonight would all scream in delight at being mentioned in the Champion's passionate words as she takes a moment to make sure her Title didn't fall off her shoulder before continuing.
Otaki: Never know though...maybe the two of them can find their passion for FSW in this 'Tournament of Power'...but talking about Tournament of Power...who would we want to win?
The Englishwoman looks out towards the crowd, allowing them some time to cry out the name of those they want to be succeed before turning to face the titantron and backstage area behind it.
Otaki: If you ask us we personally want the winner to b-
Suddenly Otaki is interrupted as the entire arena is filled with spooky sound to the tune of itsy bitsy spider. The tron lights up with the following video.
Woman's Voice: O...Tak..EEE. Itsy bitsy Oh..tak...EEEE.
The video melts into a darker scene, where the red head known as Cheyenne stands in her tattered moss colored over coat Her red hair falling down around her pasty face and bright emerald eyes as she stares into the camera.
Cheyenne: Hello, Oh Tak EE.
Cheyenne tilts her head and her dark grin painted lips curl into a evil grin.
Cheyenne: DO you know who I am champion? I am the terror underneath the bed. The evil in the closet. FSW's worse fears and nightmares. The tournament of Pain should concern you very much so.
Cheyenne steps back a glazed over look in her eyes. The camera pans out and the audience can now see she is in some boiler room like area. behind her is an old rickety wooden chair with someone sitting in it with there back to the camera.
Cheyenne: But I think I have something more concerning. Or should I say WE?
The camera pans around as the demented red head walks in front of the sitting person. Chey slams her hands down on the arms of the chair and yells.
Cheyenne: Don't be rude, TELL Mummy hello!!
The crowd can now clearly see the person is in fact a little girl about 6. She is heavily duct taped to the old chair and her mouth is taped, but her eyes are as large as golf balls showing the fear in the young girls heart.
Cheyenne: You see Otaki, Monsters are very much so real. Daddy dearest was very real. AS am I. Lets play a game shall we dear Otaki? See I have one more gift before I go.
Cheyenne reaches down and pulls up a small aquarium. She opens the lid and pulls out a large Mexican Tarantula, and places it on the small girls chest. As Chey speaks once more you can see the girl squirm and tears begin streaming down her face as she is helpless as the creature slowly crawls up her face and Cheyenne cackles.
Cheyenne: Tag Oh tak EEE.
With that the video fades back into the spooky song before fading away.
Once the song fully fades away we return to see Otaki standing almost completely motionless in the ring, slowly absorbing what she has just seen as the microphone falls out of her hand and the FSW Champion slips off her shoulder. The Englishwoman slowly starting to shiver and shake as a slow fall to her knees is accompanied by tears descending down her milky skin while the word "Sarah" could barely be heard leaving Otaki's lips. This disheartening image doesn't last long however as suddenly we see the Purple Haired Dynamo fall down on her face as standing behind her is somebody that was originally in the front row. With boos coming in this fan begins to kick away at the young woman.
Shelby: I can't believe this! First Cheyenne kidnaps Otaki's daughter - in what is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen - and now A$hley's seem to have caught up with Otaki! This is ridiculous!!!
Some cheers could be heard when FSW security swarm the ring to tackle the rogue man down and drag him out of the ring where they hold him still while one member calls another member of security through some kind of walkie talkie...only for the milky skinned woman to floor the entire group with a charging smack of the FSW Title belt directly into the face of the now limp fan.
Wright: Holy smokes!
Calls out from the surprised colour commentator as the FSW Champion stands over the motionless man with her eyes both wet and burning with fury as she, pretty violently, snaps her head towards the tron. She snaps between the limp man and the screen a couple more times before the seemingly unstable woman heads off towards the backstage area.
Wright: Well, that was a helluva beginning for FSW!
Shelby: This tournament is bringingo ut the best AND worst from these Future Stars, and they're all trying to get a piece of the champ...
...and just as Dick Shelby lets the word "champ" off his lips, a single red light starts spinning over the entrance stage, anticipating the unmistakeable sound of a fire truck siren. As the first notes of Foo Fighters’ “My Hero” blares out from the loudspeakers, the fans in the McCamish Pavilion start cheering in anticipation, recognizing the theme song.
Wright: Well, this is something we haven’t heard in awhile…
When the thick smoke covering the entrance stage clears, the FSW Superstar Jeremy Warren can be seen standing at the beginning of the ramp, flaunting his pearl white perfect smile to the camera.
Shelby: He’s back! The former FSW Champion is here in Atlanta! That’s some great news!
Wright: It’s been four months since Hatchet Gully’s relentless attack at the end of FSW #39 injured the at the time Champion, forcing him to vacate the title.
Shelby: That was a nasty and uncalled for assault. To be fair, I was surprised Hatchet Gully walked away without any consequence.
Wright: For now… Take a look at Warren’s face, he doesn’t seem like he forgot what Gully did to him.
With a serious and determined look on his face Jeremy walks down the ramp, stepping into the ring and staring at the fans, still chanting his name. The warm welcome seems to put a smile on his face, as he politely asks for a microphone.
Warren: It’s been quite some time, but it’s good to see you folks missed me as much as I missed you…
A spontaneous “Welcome back” chant roars from the packed crowd, stopping the fireman’s speech. His smile grows wider until the cheers slowly fades.
Warren: But do you know what I actually didn’t miss? A single episode of FSW. Or EWC pay-per-view actually… And I noticed a lot of new faces, young and talented men and women stepping inside these ropes and making a name for themselves, quickly climbing the ranks. And almost reaching the top, failing against our champ, Otaki.
Lowering his head for a moment, Jeremy tries to hide a bitter smile. A little bit ironic even.
Warren: You know what’s funny? The event’s name was Night Of Champions, all titles on the line, all champs out there proving to the world why they deserve to wear that strap around their waist.
All but one.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to take anything away from Otaki. She made the best out of the chance she got, but as they say. to be the man, you gotta beat the man.
And she never beat me.
As the Purple Haired Dynamo’s fans start mumbling and buzzing, Jeremy quickly shakes his head, almost in apologetical way.
Warren: Not in a title match at least… Bottom line, the way I see it, I am as much of a champ as Otaki is, and there’s only one way to determine who really should carry the title over his shoulder…
The idea of a title match between the former champ and the actual one seems to appeal the fans, mindful of the great show they put on the last time they met.
Warren: Earlier today, I’ve been finally cleared to compete. That means, I am available to fight in the next show… Hell I’m ready to fight even tonight!!
His words are welcomed by a huge pop from the sold-out crowd, eager to see the fireman back in action. A “Let him fight” chant rises, putting a big smile on his face.
Warren: And even if I don’t pretend nor expect to have my match right off the bat, you can be sure that whoever wins this Tournament Of Power, will be facing ME at WrestleFest.
Confident as always, Jeremy winks at the camera.
Warren: I already stole you guys too much time, but let me tell you one last thing before leaving you to what will certainly be an amazing night of wrestling.
I didn’t forget about you Gully.
I didn’t forget about how, after failing and failing and failing to beat me, you had to reach new lows and using your manager to blindside me.
I didn’t forget about how I lost everything I worked so hard for because of that.
And during my time at home, unable to train, unable to work, there was not a single moment when I was not thinking about payback.
Between me and you Gully, it’s far from over.
It ain’t even started to be fair.
The smile suddenly disappears replaced by a way more dark and somehow threatening look. With fire burning in his eyes, he raises his hand to thank the fans who are still cheering for him. Eventually he slowly makes his way backstage.
Nostalgia, wearing his patented Nostalgia EWC Iron Throne t-shirt, is walking through the backstage area with Douglas Sutton at the McMcamish Pavilion in Atlanta, Georgia. In a short while,FSW #46 will kick-off, match between. Douglas is noticeably excited, wearing one of the many EWC Purple Haired Dynamo T-shirts. As they continue walking through the backstage area.
Nostalgia -So Douglas, you got your Otaki shirt for her to sign. What about Magdalena Lockheart? Are you going to ask her to sign your Otaki shirt? Don’t think will go over too well.
Douglas reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a rolled up poster. He unrolls it to reveal one of the many posters of the blue haired beauty.
Douglas- Check. And my parents have me some money to buy more stuff to get signed in case the chance comes.
Nostalgia- Ambitious are we? Nostalgia chuckles. Aim big kid. Keep your parents’s money, I told them this night is my treat. How is Sergeant Sutton? Did they come tonight?
Douglas: My dad is good. His surgery is in 3weeks. Yeah, they went The Vortex while I went around with you.
Nostalgia- Ok, we are just about at her locker room. Nervous?
Douglas: Yeah, a little.
Nostalgia- That’s alright. Just keep your cool and most importantly, don’t go embarrassing me now.
Nostalgia looks over and smiles at Douglas, showing the kid he is just joking as they approach the locker room with the Magdalena Lockheart decal on the door. Nostalgia knocks three times. Nostalgia High-Fives Douglas and instructs him to hold his Maggie Lockheart poster over his Otaki shirt as they wait for her to open the door. After a few moments, the blue haired beauty opens the locker room door. She appears nervous at first, but smiles when she sees the small child in front of her.
Maggie Lockheart: Hi there! Who are you young man?
Nostalgia: Go on, Douglas, don't be shy.
Douglas takes a step forward, gulping hard as he holds up his Lockheart poster.
Douglas: Hi, Miss, my name is Douglas and I am a big fan, could you, uhh, sign this for me? Pretty please!
Maggie blushes and places her hands on her chest as she is taken aback by how cute little Douglas is.
Maggie Lockheart: Of course I can! Who can I make this out to, you handsome little guy?
Douglas: Please sign it "I Love Douglas Sutton"! My dad is a Sergeant, he is going into surgery in just three weeks!
Maggie giggles as her cheeks turn a deeper shade of cherry red. Nostalgia takes this moment to pass Maggie a sharpie pen. As Maggie takes the poster from little Douglas, she notices the Otaki shirt that Douglas had kept craftily hidden until now. She smirks as she signs Douglas's poster.
Maggie Lockheart: So I see that you're also a fan of Otaki, hmm?
Douglas replies shyly. Maggie smiles and whispers back.
Maggie Lockheart: Well, don't say her name too loud. She's liable to show up!
Douglas Sutton: Oh, really?
Maggie Lockheart: Mhmm. You know, I'm a big fan of Otaki, too.
Douglas Sutton: You are?
Maggie Lockheart: Sure am. I think she's great inside the ring.
Maggie rolls her eyes.
Maggie Lockheart: ...I learned a lot by fighting her twice now. But just because we fight inside of the ring doesn't mean that I hate her outside of it. There you go. Your poster is all signed, and it was my pleasure to do that for you, Douglas. Is there anything else I can do?
He looks over at Nostalgia. Nostalgia mouths "Go for It."
Douglas- I don't know. Maybe a hug?
Nostalgia smiles at the young man's courage, and taste in women. Lockheart chuckles at the request, but she doesn't hesitate to drop down to one knee to give the little guy a great big hug.
Maggie Lockheart: Aww. You're so adorable. Thank you so much for stopping by. I really needed this right now!
Nostalgia nudges Douglas and nods for him to head down the hall. Then he turns to Maggie Lockheart.
Nostalgia- Thank you for That Magdalena. A unique name for a unique woman. You are a kind-hearted person. Rare around these parts.I guess I will see you at the Rumble.
Maggie Lockheart smiles at Nostalgia before closing her door to get ready for her big match against Lexie Glass, as Nostalgia heads over to Douglas. They take a few steps before Nostalgia asks…
Nostalgia- So what did you think of Miss Magdalena Lockheart?
Douglas- She was great. She is so awesome. I hope she gets to face Otaki for the FSW title again.
Nostalgia- A memory you will not soon forget that is for sure.
They continue down the way for a few more minutes. Douglas is shaking from excitement after meeting Maggie Lockheart and finding out she is as genuine and kind as he thought she would be. Nostalgia opens a set of dark blue double doors, and they enter into the men’s locker room section. They pass a few doorways when Xavier Reid steps out of his locker room. Douglas elbows Nostalgia.
Douglas-That’s Xavier Reid. He’s really good. Can you introduce me?
Nostalgia- Hey Xavier. Got a minute?
Xavier looks at Nostalgia and then at Douglas who smiles at him and waves...
Xavier Reid: So what…they just give you guy’s free reign around here…you can come into the locker room while I’m trying to get ready for my match tonight just because you are a Make A Wish kid…
Xavier shakes his head and continues to look at Douglas…
Xavier Reid: Fine…ok, whatever kid…if your last wish in this world is to meet me then clearly whatever it is you are battling is winning…
Xavier looks at Nostalgia…
Xavier Reid: So what’s the deal…we take a few picture, I give him a few autographs, maybe my boots when I’m done beating Criss Cassidy…what do you guys around here do for these kids?
Nostalgia- This fuckin' guy. Why am I here when most can't? You know money talks, Xavier and I got more than anyone in EWC. As for your ignorant assumption jackass. Douglas is no Make-A-Wish kid. His father is a veteran of the Armed forces. So I suggest you show him some damn respect. I think you owe him an motherfuckin' apology.
As for your non-asshole question, your guess is as good as mine, this is my act of kindness for the century. Nostalgia chuckles as he takes out his phone. Alright a picture, and an autograph. Sound good Douglas? Douglas nods. Then we will get out of your way superstar. You cool with that Mr. Bigshot?
Xavier smirks…
Xavier Reid: Oh wow, so you are THAT guy here I see...the guy that likes to talk about how god damn rich they are...like the rest of us are doing this for pennies on the dollar...oh wait let me guess...mommy and daddy were loaded and you do this just because you love to compete right...give me a damn break, you do know how stupid you sound when you play the money card right...don’t answer that...because I’m sure you don’t. In your head you think it sounds cool and makes you feel important around here to try and hold your bank account over everyone’s head around here but if that’s your THING then I’m clearly dealing with the guy that showed up last on gimmick day.
Xavier shakes his head laughing...
Xavier Reid: My god to the outside fringe fan looking in you would think this business is the home to 9 out of the 10 richest people in the world they way YOU people toss out the money card but let me educate you a little bit...your money doesn’t mean shit to me...I’m not that easily impressed but maybe you can take some of that...great wealth and buy this brat and official Xavier Reid autograph online or something because to answer your idiotic question...no...it will not be cool...if this kid wants a picture he can stand in line like the rest of the fans at the end of the night and if the mood strikes me MAYBE I’ll stop and give GI Joe kid here what he wants...if not it’s a life lesson...you can’t always get what you want...no matter who the hell you are...or how much MONEY your Big Brother Do-Gooder Pal has...now beat it…
Xavier turns to walk away but Nostalgia grabs Xavier by the arm and the two are surrounded by FSW security…
Nostalgia- I'm the one that likes to run his mouth? You asked. I answered. Then you got all judgmental. What's wrong worried about your match?
Nostalgia chuckles as he turns toward Douglas. He sees the disappointment on Douglas's face. As quickly as he smiles at Douglas he turns and connects with a punch to the back of Xavier Reid's head as he had turned to leave. As Xavier Reid turns, Nostalgia spins and finishes the Punchline with a Clothesline from Hell. He spits at but not on Xavier Reid and says "That's for Douglas. You want revenge. Come get it. You know where to find me. Then he turns and grabs the arm of Douglas and hurries him away to avoid Douglas being injured in an potential collateral damage of a Reid retaliation as Xavier grabs his head and gets up to a knee as the FSW security holds him back.
Nostalgia- Well bud, that didn’t go as planned. Sorry about that. Life lesson for you there. Can’t always get what you want.
Douglas- Are you kidding? That was awesome. I got to see two EWC competitors come to blows not 10 feet from me.
Nostalgia chuckles as they continue down the hall trying to find the next FSW to do a meet and greet.
The opening match of the Tournament was a good one, as Maggie, fresh off the letter she received from Tyson, had a bit of a fire in her eyes above what she usually brought to the ring. Lexie was no slouch either, as she was also looking to get those important 3 points. Both ladies squared off, and they showed off a range of moves, seemingly trying to one up the other. Lexie got the advantage, and started working Maggie over in the head & neck regions to loosen her up for that Glass Cutter, and Maggie kept fighting back out of it. After a reset caused by both ladies hitting dual dropkicks on each other, Lexie went for the Glass Cutter, but Maggie reversed it, hit Lexie with a running knee, then hit her with the Lacrimosa to get the win and the first points of the tournament.
We go to the underground parking lot, where most of the wrestlers and staff members enter the building. A dark green '67 Impala comes into view and parks; the bassy music shakes several nearby cars, setting off a few alarms. When the engine stops, Hatchet Gully and A$hley Quid come out from the vehicle, laughing and leaning on each other. They take their gear from the trunk of the car, their spirits elated.
As they approach the elevator, their good mood is soured when they catch sight of Rush Hartwell close in himself, accompanied by a small entourage.
Rush and his group stop in front of the elevator, A$hley the only one in between Rush and Hatchet. Neither Hatchet or A$hley say anything; they stand like statues, waiting patiently for the elevator. A$hley looks sideways at Rush, then back at Hatchet, obviously puzzled as to why nothing is happening.
A ring signals the opening of the elevator doors. Both Gully and Hartwell take a step forward and pause. It’s obvious from the size of the elevator that only one of them will be able to go in with all their stuff and people. They look at each other and wait. Nobody moves forward and a small test of wills begins. Rush rolls his eyes.
“Hold on,” he tells his entourage, stopping them from moving with his arm. He takes a step closer to Hatchet until they’re face-to-face. “Mr. Gully, don’t think I don’t respect the hard work you’ve done here,” Rush breathes at his opponent. “You’ve been here longer, you’ve practically touched the top. So, I’ll tell you what.” He smirks. “You can go first. You’ve earned it.”
Hatchet keeps his calm and doesn’t move despite the offer -- or perhaps, bait. Rush chuckles softly, signalling his entourage. They take their things and step into the elevator as Hatchet and A$hley watch.
“You’ve just taken your first step down the path of enlightenment, Mr. Gully,” Rush says, seemingly oblivious to Hatchet’s silent fuming. “'There’s always time.' Admirable choice!”
Finally, Rush gets out of Hatchet’s face and steps into the elevator too.
“I appreciate this, and I look forward to our match. It’ll be glorious.”
He winks as the elevator closes. Hatchet and A$hley stand in silent for a few moments.
“...This fool gonna get messed. UP.” Hatchet finally mutters.
Though both competitors were still hot from their previous victories, both Larson and Angel take their time trying to mess with their opponent. The pair get more aggressive as the match goes on, both going for big spots and getting into each other’s head with their recoveries and counters. Angel sees an opening and tries to hit him with spinning wheel kick, but Larson is able to duck and take out Angel’s other leg with a dropkick. With Angel down, Larson quickly hits the Muta Lock, and despite a desperate attempt at defense, Angel is forced to tap out, getting those 3 points.
ToP Standings
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
EPISODE #46
SEPTEMBER 10TH, 2017LIVE! from the McCamish Pavillion - Atlanta, GA
Commentators: Dick Shelby and Franklin Wright
Announcer: Deneen McQueen
Backstage interviewer: Destiny Fairchild
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Two hours before showtime...
EWCTV cameras catch Magdalena Lockheart as she enters the sold-out McCamish Pavilion in Atlanta, Georgia. She steps in but holds the door open for her friend and Friday Night Rampage star Nadette Fischer to follow. The two women take a mere couple of steps before they are approached from the side by backstage interviewer Destiny Fairchild. Fairchild seems a bit nervous as she clutches an envelope at her side.
Destiny has her eyes fixated on Magdalena as she walks straight towards her. Nadette takes a strong step forward to cut Fairchild off from reaching Lockheart. It looks like Nadette is ready to throw fists when Magdalena places her arm up at the chest of her German-born friend.
Maggie Lockheart: It's alright, Dette. This is Destiny. She's a friend.
With that, Nadette stands down.
Nadette Fischer: Oh. If you say it is so.
Maggie Lockheart: And Destiny, this is-
Destiny Fairchild: Nadette Fischer! ...from Rampage, right? It's a pleasure to meet you!
Destiny and Nadette shake hands, albeit a bit awkwardly.
Destiny Fairchild: I didn't mean to startle you.
Nadette Fischer: I am not so easily, what is word? Frightened... of things.
Destiny Fairchild: Oh, I see.
Maggie Lockheart: Don't mind Dette. She's just here to watch my back tonight. She got a little roughed up by that Toni Gunn chick this past Friday... and uhh... because of that she might be forced to take some time off from active competition. Just a little while, hopefully. Until then she's with me.
Destiny Fairchild: Oh. I'm so sorry to hear that. Are you okay, Miss Nadette?
Nadette Fischer: Yes. I am fine.
Maggie Lockheart: Nadette's got me until my shoulder fully heals, at least. And I'm glad, too. There ain't gonna be any more of that 'Hope Diamond attacking me backstage' bullshit while Nadette is around.
Nadette Fischer: If Diamond try attack my pixie then she will lose all hope.
Destiny Fairchild: That's cool!
Maggie Lockheart: God I hate it when you call me that! So anyway... whats up, girlfriend? It's not another interview, is it? I thought that I had already cut my promo for the week. Don't tell me that y'all need another hype video for tonight?
Fairchild purses her lips; her fingertips brush over the rough edges of the envelope in her hands.
Destiny Fairchild: Well... uhh... No, actually. It's not that. It's-
She hands the envelope over to Maggie.
Destiny Fairchild: I was told to give you this. Strict orders, straight from the boss himself.
Maggie looks down at the envelope for a moment. The envelope is a sealed plain white envelope with Magdalena Lockheart handwritten on the front. Maggie looks up at Nadette and back down at the envelope with nervousness written all over her face.
Nadette Fischer: What is this? What is meaning of this, this... note?
Destiny Fairchild: I don't really know. All I know is that James Tyson handed this to me a few minutes ago and asked me to deliver this straight to Maggie right away. I sure hope that everything's okay, I mean, It can't be anything too bad... right?
Maggie's eyebrows twitch. Nadette is clearly unhappy with the way that the secretive nature of this letter has tanked her best friend's mood just mere hours before a very important Tournament of Power match.
Destiny Fairchild: Well, I've got to go now, lots of work to be done! Best of luck to you in your match tonight with Lexie. Oh, and it was... nice... meeting you too, Miss Nadette.
Nadette Fischer: The pleasure is all of yours.
With that, Destiny nods and heads off down the hallway, not wanting to push her luck with any potential further confrontation.
Maggie Lockheart: Dette! What are you doing?
Nadette Fischer: Are you okay? I make sure that-
Maggie Lockheart: I told you that she is a friend... a friend, Dette. Okay? There's nothing wrong with what she's doing, either. She was just doing her job... I'm sure.
Nadette Fischer: Her job, hmm? If she is just doing her job then why are you upset?
Maggie Lockheart: I'm n-not upset. It, it, it... just took me by surprise, is all.
Nadette Fischer: You say that Destiny is your friend. I do not believe this. She is not your friend like I am. Freunded do not bestehen notizen vie kinder!
The two pause for a moment as Nadette's anger echoes throughout the empty hall. Maggie's trying to hide her emotions but her nerves still cut right through. Maggie looks down at the envelope once more before looking back up towards Nadette.
Maggie Lockheart: I don't know what this could be... Mister Tyson sent this to me? I'm scared, Nadette...
Nadette Fischer: You will be fine. Everything will be fine. This you must believe.
WELCOME TO FUTURE STARS OF WRESTLING!!
"Undead" by Hollywood Undead blasts in the arena as the show starts off with video footage detailing historic events that have taken place on Future Stars, From past champions like Jason Hunter, Dixie Dubois & Amis Shelton before switching to the current years' happenings, Hatchet Gully, Creed and current FSW champion Otaki standing tall with the gold.
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The camera pans around showing the excited crowd jumping for joy in anticipation for the beginning of the show.
The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans holding up their signs.
"Purple Princess"
"Quench my Fire"
"ToP ToP"
FSW!
FSW!
FSW!
FSW!
FSW!
on the road
on the road
A rev of a guitar, though easily being flooded out by a thunderous applause, causes all the lights in the arena to drop out into darkness.
on the road
on the road
ON THE ROAD TO VIRIDIAN CITY
With that yell the lights suddenly burst into life, which reveals a woman in a purple cloak standing on the stage. While only her eyes and mouth could be seen from her hood. Her milky white skin, purple hair and the FSW Championship being wrapped around her waist making it rather obvious that this person is Otaki. Her cloak doesn't cover the front of her attire, a purple one-piece outfit with no sleeves or coverage for the legs and a pair of blue boots, as Otaki starts to go down the ramp-way. Once arriving the bottom of the ramp an unfamiliar look of discomfort appears on Otaki's face as she raises her hood up and off, revealing not only her face but also a red gem that is on her forehead. Once she reveals her face The Emo Princess moves up the steps and gets onto the apron before bending over the middle rope to enter the ring. Once inside the ring Otaki approaches the ring announcer and politely ask for the microphone. Once receiving it, with a slightly less but somewhat wary sounding ‘thank you’, she turns to face the cheering crowd.
Otaki: I guess you could say-
Her worry slowly dissolves she she say her words, meanwhile the milky skinned woman's other hand moves to unfasten the FSW Champion from around her waist.
Otaki:-that we are still the FSW Champion!
Was boldly declared from the small woman's lips, confidence exploding through her nervousness as she raises the FSW Championship up to the applause of those in the McCamish Pavillion. Maybe Night of Champions has helped The Emo Princess overcome her worry about the bounty over her head? That might seem most likely as the smiling Brit places her Title over her right shoulder before continuing to speak.
Otaki: True be told there are still times we told at our gold and think 'who did we pull this rabbit out of our hat', for both Hope Diamond and Magdalena Lockheart has given us such a phenomenal match. So...how did we do it? Because the problem with those two was that Hope thought herself as better than FSW while Maggie looks beyond the FSW Championship...both of them simply viewed FSW as some development show...
Her last couple words growl out from Otaki's lips.
Otaki: And people who think that are too simpleminded to EVER defeat us for this Championship. For FSW is not some development show...FSW is the MAIN SHOW with people pouring their HEARTS and PASSION out, us included, every-single-TIME we step into OUR RING for ALL of you PEOPLE!
Almost as expected the people in attendance tonight would all scream in delight at being mentioned in the Champion's passionate words as she takes a moment to make sure her Title didn't fall off her shoulder before continuing.
Otaki: Never know though...maybe the two of them can find their passion for FSW in this 'Tournament of Power'...but talking about Tournament of Power...who would we want to win?
The Englishwoman looks out towards the crowd, allowing them some time to cry out the name of those they want to be succeed before turning to face the titantron and backstage area behind it.
Otaki: If you ask us we personally want the winner to b-
Suddenly Otaki is interrupted as the entire arena is filled with spooky sound to the tune of itsy bitsy spider. The tron lights up with the following video.
Woman's Voice: O...Tak..EEE. Itsy bitsy Oh..tak...EEEE.
The video melts into a darker scene, where the red head known as Cheyenne stands in her tattered moss colored over coat Her red hair falling down around her pasty face and bright emerald eyes as she stares into the camera.
Cheyenne: Hello, Oh Tak EE.
Cheyenne tilts her head and her dark grin painted lips curl into a evil grin.
Cheyenne: DO you know who I am champion? I am the terror underneath the bed. The evil in the closet. FSW's worse fears and nightmares. The tournament of Pain should concern you very much so.
Cheyenne steps back a glazed over look in her eyes. The camera pans out and the audience can now see she is in some boiler room like area. behind her is an old rickety wooden chair with someone sitting in it with there back to the camera.
Cheyenne: But I think I have something more concerning. Or should I say WE?
The camera pans around as the demented red head walks in front of the sitting person. Chey slams her hands down on the arms of the chair and yells.
Cheyenne: Don't be rude, TELL Mummy hello!!
The crowd can now clearly see the person is in fact a little girl about 6. She is heavily duct taped to the old chair and her mouth is taped, but her eyes are as large as golf balls showing the fear in the young girls heart.
Cheyenne: You see Otaki, Monsters are very much so real. Daddy dearest was very real. AS am I. Lets play a game shall we dear Otaki? See I have one more gift before I go.
Cheyenne reaches down and pulls up a small aquarium. She opens the lid and pulls out a large Mexican Tarantula, and places it on the small girls chest. As Chey speaks once more you can see the girl squirm and tears begin streaming down her face as she is helpless as the creature slowly crawls up her face and Cheyenne cackles.
Cheyenne: Tag Oh tak EEE.
With that the video fades back into the spooky song before fading away.
Once the song fully fades away we return to see Otaki standing almost completely motionless in the ring, slowly absorbing what she has just seen as the microphone falls out of her hand and the FSW Champion slips off her shoulder. The Englishwoman slowly starting to shiver and shake as a slow fall to her knees is accompanied by tears descending down her milky skin while the word "Sarah" could barely be heard leaving Otaki's lips. This disheartening image doesn't last long however as suddenly we see the Purple Haired Dynamo fall down on her face as standing behind her is somebody that was originally in the front row. With boos coming in this fan begins to kick away at the young woman.
Shelby: I can't believe this! First Cheyenne kidnaps Otaki's daughter - in what is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen - and now A$hley's seem to have caught up with Otaki! This is ridiculous!!!
Some cheers could be heard when FSW security swarm the ring to tackle the rogue man down and drag him out of the ring where they hold him still while one member calls another member of security through some kind of walkie talkie...only for the milky skinned woman to floor the entire group with a charging smack of the FSW Title belt directly into the face of the now limp fan.
Wright: Holy smokes!
Calls out from the surprised colour commentator as the FSW Champion stands over the motionless man with her eyes both wet and burning with fury as she, pretty violently, snaps her head towards the tron. She snaps between the limp man and the screen a couple more times before the seemingly unstable woman heads off towards the backstage area.
Wright: Well, that was a helluva beginning for FSW!
Shelby: This tournament is bringingo ut the best AND worst from these Future Stars, and they're all trying to get a piece of the champ...
...and just as Dick Shelby lets the word "champ" off his lips, a single red light starts spinning over the entrance stage, anticipating the unmistakeable sound of a fire truck siren. As the first notes of Foo Fighters’ “My Hero” blares out from the loudspeakers, the fans in the McCamish Pavilion start cheering in anticipation, recognizing the theme song.
Wright: Well, this is something we haven’t heard in awhile…
When the thick smoke covering the entrance stage clears, the FSW Superstar Jeremy Warren can be seen standing at the beginning of the ramp, flaunting his pearl white perfect smile to the camera.
Shelby: He’s back! The former FSW Champion is here in Atlanta! That’s some great news!
Wright: It’s been four months since Hatchet Gully’s relentless attack at the end of FSW #39 injured the at the time Champion, forcing him to vacate the title.
Shelby: That was a nasty and uncalled for assault. To be fair, I was surprised Hatchet Gully walked away without any consequence.
Wright: For now… Take a look at Warren’s face, he doesn’t seem like he forgot what Gully did to him.
With a serious and determined look on his face Jeremy walks down the ramp, stepping into the ring and staring at the fans, still chanting his name. The warm welcome seems to put a smile on his face, as he politely asks for a microphone.
Warren: It’s been quite some time, but it’s good to see you folks missed me as much as I missed you…
A spontaneous “Welcome back” chant roars from the packed crowd, stopping the fireman’s speech. His smile grows wider until the cheers slowly fades.
Warren: But do you know what I actually didn’t miss? A single episode of FSW. Or EWC pay-per-view actually… And I noticed a lot of new faces, young and talented men and women stepping inside these ropes and making a name for themselves, quickly climbing the ranks. And almost reaching the top, failing against our champ, Otaki.
Lowering his head for a moment, Jeremy tries to hide a bitter smile. A little bit ironic even.
Warren: You know what’s funny? The event’s name was Night Of Champions, all titles on the line, all champs out there proving to the world why they deserve to wear that strap around their waist.
All but one.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to take anything away from Otaki. She made the best out of the chance she got, but as they say. to be the man, you gotta beat the man.
And she never beat me.
As the Purple Haired Dynamo’s fans start mumbling and buzzing, Jeremy quickly shakes his head, almost in apologetical way.
Warren: Not in a title match at least… Bottom line, the way I see it, I am as much of a champ as Otaki is, and there’s only one way to determine who really should carry the title over his shoulder…
The idea of a title match between the former champ and the actual one seems to appeal the fans, mindful of the great show they put on the last time they met.
Warren: Earlier today, I’ve been finally cleared to compete. That means, I am available to fight in the next show… Hell I’m ready to fight even tonight!!
His words are welcomed by a huge pop from the sold-out crowd, eager to see the fireman back in action. A “Let him fight” chant rises, putting a big smile on his face.
Warren: And even if I don’t pretend nor expect to have my match right off the bat, you can be sure that whoever wins this Tournament Of Power, will be facing ME at WrestleFest.
Confident as always, Jeremy winks at the camera.
Warren: I already stole you guys too much time, but let me tell you one last thing before leaving you to what will certainly be an amazing night of wrestling.
I didn’t forget about you Gully.
I didn’t forget about how, after failing and failing and failing to beat me, you had to reach new lows and using your manager to blindside me.
I didn’t forget about how I lost everything I worked so hard for because of that.
And during my time at home, unable to train, unable to work, there was not a single moment when I was not thinking about payback.
Between me and you Gully, it’s far from over.
It ain’t even started to be fair.
The smile suddenly disappears replaced by a way more dark and somehow threatening look. With fire burning in his eyes, he raises his hand to thank the fans who are still cheering for him. Eventually he slowly makes his way backstage.
Nostalgia, wearing his patented Nostalgia EWC Iron Throne t-shirt, is walking through the backstage area with Douglas Sutton at the McMcamish Pavilion in Atlanta, Georgia. In a short while,FSW #46 will kick-off, match between. Douglas is noticeably excited, wearing one of the many EWC Purple Haired Dynamo T-shirts. As they continue walking through the backstage area.
Nostalgia -So Douglas, you got your Otaki shirt for her to sign. What about Magdalena Lockheart? Are you going to ask her to sign your Otaki shirt? Don’t think will go over too well.
Douglas reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a rolled up poster. He unrolls it to reveal one of the many posters of the blue haired beauty.
Douglas- Check. And my parents have me some money to buy more stuff to get signed in case the chance comes.
Nostalgia- Ambitious are we? Nostalgia chuckles. Aim big kid. Keep your parents’s money, I told them this night is my treat. How is Sergeant Sutton? Did they come tonight?
Douglas: My dad is good. His surgery is in 3weeks. Yeah, they went The Vortex while I went around with you.
Nostalgia- Ok, we are just about at her locker room. Nervous?
Douglas: Yeah, a little.
Nostalgia- That’s alright. Just keep your cool and most importantly, don’t go embarrassing me now.
Nostalgia looks over and smiles at Douglas, showing the kid he is just joking as they approach the locker room with the Magdalena Lockheart decal on the door. Nostalgia knocks three times. Nostalgia High-Fives Douglas and instructs him to hold his Maggie Lockheart poster over his Otaki shirt as they wait for her to open the door. After a few moments, the blue haired beauty opens the locker room door. She appears nervous at first, but smiles when she sees the small child in front of her.
Maggie Lockheart: Hi there! Who are you young man?
Nostalgia: Go on, Douglas, don't be shy.
Douglas takes a step forward, gulping hard as he holds up his Lockheart poster.
Douglas: Hi, Miss, my name is Douglas and I am a big fan, could you, uhh, sign this for me? Pretty please!
Maggie blushes and places her hands on her chest as she is taken aback by how cute little Douglas is.
Maggie Lockheart: Of course I can! Who can I make this out to, you handsome little guy?
Douglas: Please sign it "I Love Douglas Sutton"! My dad is a Sergeant, he is going into surgery in just three weeks!
Maggie giggles as her cheeks turn a deeper shade of cherry red. Nostalgia takes this moment to pass Maggie a sharpie pen. As Maggie takes the poster from little Douglas, she notices the Otaki shirt that Douglas had kept craftily hidden until now. She smirks as she signs Douglas's poster.
Maggie Lockheart: So I see that you're also a fan of Otaki, hmm?
Douglas replies shyly. Maggie smiles and whispers back.
Maggie Lockheart: Well, don't say her name too loud. She's liable to show up!
Douglas Sutton: Oh, really?
Maggie Lockheart: Mhmm. You know, I'm a big fan of Otaki, too.
Douglas Sutton: You are?
Maggie Lockheart: Sure am. I think she's great inside the ring.
Maggie rolls her eyes.
Maggie Lockheart: ...I learned a lot by fighting her twice now. But just because we fight inside of the ring doesn't mean that I hate her outside of it. There you go. Your poster is all signed, and it was my pleasure to do that for you, Douglas. Is there anything else I can do?
He looks over at Nostalgia. Nostalgia mouths "Go for It."
Douglas- I don't know. Maybe a hug?
Nostalgia smiles at the young man's courage, and taste in women. Lockheart chuckles at the request, but she doesn't hesitate to drop down to one knee to give the little guy a great big hug.
Maggie Lockheart: Aww. You're so adorable. Thank you so much for stopping by. I really needed this right now!
Nostalgia nudges Douglas and nods for him to head down the hall. Then he turns to Maggie Lockheart.
Nostalgia- Thank you for That Magdalena. A unique name for a unique woman. You are a kind-hearted person. Rare around these parts.I guess I will see you at the Rumble.
Maggie Lockheart smiles at Nostalgia before closing her door to get ready for her big match against Lexie Glass, as Nostalgia heads over to Douglas. They take a few steps before Nostalgia asks…
Nostalgia- So what did you think of Miss Magdalena Lockheart?
Douglas- She was great. She is so awesome. I hope she gets to face Otaki for the FSW title again.
Nostalgia- A memory you will not soon forget that is for sure.
They continue down the way for a few more minutes. Douglas is shaking from excitement after meeting Maggie Lockheart and finding out she is as genuine and kind as he thought she would be. Nostalgia opens a set of dark blue double doors, and they enter into the men’s locker room section. They pass a few doorways when Xavier Reid steps out of his locker room. Douglas elbows Nostalgia.
Douglas-That’s Xavier Reid. He’s really good. Can you introduce me?
Nostalgia- Hey Xavier. Got a minute?
Xavier looks at Nostalgia and then at Douglas who smiles at him and waves...
Xavier Reid: So what…they just give you guy’s free reign around here…you can come into the locker room while I’m trying to get ready for my match tonight just because you are a Make A Wish kid…
Xavier shakes his head and continues to look at Douglas…
Xavier Reid: Fine…ok, whatever kid…if your last wish in this world is to meet me then clearly whatever it is you are battling is winning…
Xavier looks at Nostalgia…
Xavier Reid: So what’s the deal…we take a few picture, I give him a few autographs, maybe my boots when I’m done beating Criss Cassidy…what do you guys around here do for these kids?
Nostalgia- This fuckin' guy. Why am I here when most can't? You know money talks, Xavier and I got more than anyone in EWC. As for your ignorant assumption jackass. Douglas is no Make-A-Wish kid. His father is a veteran of the Armed forces. So I suggest you show him some damn respect. I think you owe him an motherfuckin' apology.
As for your non-asshole question, your guess is as good as mine, this is my act of kindness for the century. Nostalgia chuckles as he takes out his phone. Alright a picture, and an autograph. Sound good Douglas? Douglas nods. Then we will get out of your way superstar. You cool with that Mr. Bigshot?
Xavier smirks…
Xavier Reid: Oh wow, so you are THAT guy here I see...the guy that likes to talk about how god damn rich they are...like the rest of us are doing this for pennies on the dollar...oh wait let me guess...mommy and daddy were loaded and you do this just because you love to compete right...give me a damn break, you do know how stupid you sound when you play the money card right...don’t answer that...because I’m sure you don’t. In your head you think it sounds cool and makes you feel important around here to try and hold your bank account over everyone’s head around here but if that’s your THING then I’m clearly dealing with the guy that showed up last on gimmick day.
Xavier shakes his head laughing...
Xavier Reid: My god to the outside fringe fan looking in you would think this business is the home to 9 out of the 10 richest people in the world they way YOU people toss out the money card but let me educate you a little bit...your money doesn’t mean shit to me...I’m not that easily impressed but maybe you can take some of that...great wealth and buy this brat and official Xavier Reid autograph online or something because to answer your idiotic question...no...it will not be cool...if this kid wants a picture he can stand in line like the rest of the fans at the end of the night and if the mood strikes me MAYBE I’ll stop and give GI Joe kid here what he wants...if not it’s a life lesson...you can’t always get what you want...no matter who the hell you are...or how much MONEY your Big Brother Do-Gooder Pal has...now beat it…
Xavier turns to walk away but Nostalgia grabs Xavier by the arm and the two are surrounded by FSW security…
Nostalgia- I'm the one that likes to run his mouth? You asked. I answered. Then you got all judgmental. What's wrong worried about your match?
Nostalgia chuckles as he turns toward Douglas. He sees the disappointment on Douglas's face. As quickly as he smiles at Douglas he turns and connects with a punch to the back of Xavier Reid's head as he had turned to leave. As Xavier Reid turns, Nostalgia spins and finishes the Punchline with a Clothesline from Hell. He spits at but not on Xavier Reid and says "That's for Douglas. You want revenge. Come get it. You know where to find me. Then he turns and grabs the arm of Douglas and hurries him away to avoid Douglas being injured in an potential collateral damage of a Reid retaliation as Xavier grabs his head and gets up to a knee as the FSW security holds him back.
Nostalgia- Well bud, that didn’t go as planned. Sorry about that. Life lesson for you there. Can’t always get what you want.
Douglas- Are you kidding? That was awesome. I got to see two EWC competitors come to blows not 10 feet from me.
Nostalgia chuckles as they continue down the hall trying to find the next FSW to do a meet and greet.
OPENER
MAGGIE LOCKHEART Vs LEXIE GLASS
The opening match of the Tournament was a good one, as Maggie, fresh off the letter she received from Tyson, had a bit of a fire in her eyes above what she usually brought to the ring. Lexie was no slouch either, as she was also looking to get those important 3 points. Both ladies squared off, and they showed off a range of moves, seemingly trying to one up the other. Lexie got the advantage, and started working Maggie over in the head & neck regions to loosen her up for that Glass Cutter, and Maggie kept fighting back out of it. After a reset caused by both ladies hitting dual dropkicks on each other, Lexie went for the Glass Cutter, but Maggie reversed it, hit Lexie with a running knee, then hit her with the Lacrimosa to get the win and the first points of the tournament.
We go to the underground parking lot, where most of the wrestlers and staff members enter the building. A dark green '67 Impala comes into view and parks; the bassy music shakes several nearby cars, setting off a few alarms. When the engine stops, Hatchet Gully and A$hley Quid come out from the vehicle, laughing and leaning on each other. They take their gear from the trunk of the car, their spirits elated.
As they approach the elevator, their good mood is soured when they catch sight of Rush Hartwell close in himself, accompanied by a small entourage.
Rush and his group stop in front of the elevator, A$hley the only one in between Rush and Hatchet. Neither Hatchet or A$hley say anything; they stand like statues, waiting patiently for the elevator. A$hley looks sideways at Rush, then back at Hatchet, obviously puzzled as to why nothing is happening.
A ring signals the opening of the elevator doors. Both Gully and Hartwell take a step forward and pause. It’s obvious from the size of the elevator that only one of them will be able to go in with all their stuff and people. They look at each other and wait. Nobody moves forward and a small test of wills begins. Rush rolls his eyes.
“Hold on,” he tells his entourage, stopping them from moving with his arm. He takes a step closer to Hatchet until they’re face-to-face. “Mr. Gully, don’t think I don’t respect the hard work you’ve done here,” Rush breathes at his opponent. “You’ve been here longer, you’ve practically touched the top. So, I’ll tell you what.” He smirks. “You can go first. You’ve earned it.”
Hatchet keeps his calm and doesn’t move despite the offer -- or perhaps, bait. Rush chuckles softly, signalling his entourage. They take their things and step into the elevator as Hatchet and A$hley watch.
“You’ve just taken your first step down the path of enlightenment, Mr. Gully,” Rush says, seemingly oblivious to Hatchet’s silent fuming. “'There’s always time.' Admirable choice!”
Finally, Rush gets out of Hatchet’s face and steps into the elevator too.
“I appreciate this, and I look forward to our match. It’ll be glorious.”
He winks as the elevator closes. Hatchet and A$hley stand in silent for a few moments.
“...This fool gonna get messed. UP.” Hatchet finally mutters.
MATCH 2
JAMES LARSON Vs MATT ANGEL
Though both competitors were still hot from their previous victories, both Larson and Angel take their time trying to mess with their opponent. The pair get more aggressive as the match goes on, both going for big spots and getting into each other’s head with their recoveries and counters. Angel sees an opening and tries to hit him with spinning wheel kick, but Larson is able to duck and take out Angel’s other leg with a dropkick. With Angel down, Larson quickly hits the Muta Lock, and despite a desperate attempt at defense, Angel is forced to tap out, getting those 3 points.
MATCH 3
CHEYENNE Vs HOPE DIAMOND
Cheyenne brutally rushes Diamond, unleashing submission after submission. Hope is able to keep up with her own arsenal, providing counter after counter, a technical back-and-forth colored with clawing and poking. As neither can truly overpower the other and both can take the pain, they release and get to their feet to trade off blows and kicks. Cheyenne lets off some headbutts, but when she tries to suplex Diamond, Diamond nimbly reverses to the Catherine Wheel. Cheyenne refuses to tap, and as Diamond tightens, Cheyenne is able to grab the rope, ending the submission. Diamond doesn’t allow Cheyenne to recover, and hits her with the Kanabo Kick before pinning her for the win.
Once more the feed cuts to the backstage area where Magdalena Lockheart is seen standing in front of FSW General Manager James Tyson's office door. She's still in her ring gear from her Tournament of Power match with Lexie Glass earlier this evening. She appears nervous as she reaches for the doorknob yet she can't quite find the courage to turn it on the first try. The dried sweat in her hair and the shakiness in her grip just may symbolize that she's still in a lot of pain.
With Nadette Fischer mysteriously absent, Maggie chooses to instead knock on the General Managers door. As she brings her fist up to the door, the audience can see the white envelope from earlier, now opened, in Magdalena's other hand.
She knocks.
: Who is it?
Maggie Lockheart: M-Magdalena Lockheart...
: You can come in...
Maggie sighs and pushes the door open. As she moves inside the camera picks up James Tyson jotting down his signature on some paperwork that is sprawled out along the surface of his executive-style desk.
James Tyson: I'll be with you in just one moment. You may have a seat.
There's a couple of chairs along the front of Tyson's desk. Maggie takes the chair on the right.
Maggie Lockheart: Thank you for taking the time to see me, Mister Tyson.
James Tyson: It's no problem. What can I do for you, Miss Lockheart?
Maggie Lockheart: Well, uh, it's really about this letter that you had sent me actually...
James Tyson: Letter? Oh, the note. Got it. Well, what are your concerns regarding the note that I sent you?
Maggie Lockheart: Well... uhm... It's just- With all due respect, I didn't think that you could do something like this, Sir. I am under contract, and-
Tyson immediately straightens himself. The sudden movement startles Maggie. Tyson looks across his desk at Lockheart and shakes his head, letting out a sigh of his own.
James Tyson: Now hold on just a minute there, little lady. Do you know what the 'C' in EWC stands for?
Maggie Lockheart: Yes, I-
James Tyson: Corporation, Lockheart. Corporation. This you see, right here, right now- what you see me doing at this very moment? This is a business. Plain and simple. This ain't no game and it ain't no a joke, either. Do you understand?
Maggie shyly nods her head.
James Tyson: Now when I signed you up to MY brand I was given the word by a few vets in this business that you were ready for all of this. When people like Jan Van der Roost put their name out there to say that this brash, unproven young girl can handle it, they be putting they name on the line... for you. And they expect big things out of you, as do I. And when you don't live up to their expectations, and my expectations, then it's not just me that you're disappointing. You ruining the names and the reputations of people who have put much more into this business than you have.
Maggie Lockheart: I understand. I-I... I d-didn't know that I was doing anything wrong, though...
James Tyson: Besides your debut against Otaki, what have you done, Maggie? What have you done with the opportunities that I've given you?
Maggie Lockheart: I... I... I fight hard. Real hard. I... I... Every single time that I go out there, I try-
James Tyson: Tryin' ain't good enough, Maggie. Up until tonight you ain't won a match in two months. I see that you wrestled... How did you do in your match with Glass tonight?
Maggie Lockheart: I thought I did okay...
James Tyson: Jesus. Well, Maggie, I don't know what else to tell you, besides what was in that note. If I don't start seeing some of this 'potential' out of you that Jan said that you had, I'm gonna have to send you back down to training.
Maggie Lockheart: What? But I- but what about my-
James Tyson: Let me stop you right there. Magdalena, no one here really gives a damn about your little tattoo parlor. That's none of my concern. You're either a wrestler, or a 'fighter' as you put it, or you're inking up some ex-cons with their latest prison fashion. You feel me? Now, you've got until the end of this Tournament to prove not only that you belong here, but that you want to belong here. Otherwise, I'm gonna have to let you go.
The EWCTV feed cuts back to ringside to Dick and Franklin.
Franklin Wright: Wow... Did I just hear that correctly?
Dick Shelby: The boss is laying the hammer down, apparently. Could this mean that Magdalena Lockheart's time in FSW is almost up?
Franklin Wright: I don't know, Dick. I don't know what Mister Tyson meant by 'proving that she belongs here'. I thought Magdalena had been doing a fine job in her tenure thus far in FSW!
Dick Shelby: Yeah, but after defeating the champion Otaki in her debut match, Magdalena hasn't nearly shown the same spark. This could just be an attempt to motivate his young talent into action...
Franklin Wright: Or he could actually be ready to jettison her. You know, 'do what's best for business' sort of thing.
Dick Shelby: Is that what's really best for business, though? Well, I guess we'll find out eventually. Our next match is ready to get underway!
Once more the feed cuts to the backstage area where Magdalena Lockheart is seen standing in front of FSW General Manager James Tyson's office door. She's still in her ring gear from her Tournament of Power match with Lexie Glass earlier this evening. She appears nervous as she reaches for the doorknob yet she can't quite find the courage to turn it on the first try. The dried sweat in her hair and the shakiness in her grip just may symbolize that she's still in a lot of pain.
With Nadette Fischer mysteriously absent, Maggie chooses to instead knock on the General Managers door. As she brings her fist up to the door, the audience can see the white envelope from earlier, now opened, in Magdalena's other hand.
She knocks.
: Who is it?Maggie Lockheart: M-Magdalena Lockheart...
: You can come in...Maggie sighs and pushes the door open. As she moves inside the camera picks up James Tyson jotting down his signature on some paperwork that is sprawled out along the surface of his executive-style desk.
James Tyson: I'll be with you in just one moment. You may have a seat.
There's a couple of chairs along the front of Tyson's desk. Maggie takes the chair on the right.
Maggie Lockheart: Thank you for taking the time to see me, Mister Tyson.
James Tyson: It's no problem. What can I do for you, Miss Lockheart?
Maggie Lockheart: Well, uh, it's really about this letter that you had sent me actually...
James Tyson: Letter? Oh, the note. Got it. Well, what are your concerns regarding the note that I sent you?
Maggie Lockheart: Well... uhm... It's just- With all due respect, I didn't think that you could do something like this, Sir. I am under contract, and-
Tyson immediately straightens himself. The sudden movement startles Maggie. Tyson looks across his desk at Lockheart and shakes his head, letting out a sigh of his own.
James Tyson: Now hold on just a minute there, little lady. Do you know what the 'C' in EWC stands for?
Maggie Lockheart: Yes, I-
James Tyson: Corporation, Lockheart. Corporation. This you see, right here, right now- what you see me doing at this very moment? This is a business. Plain and simple. This ain't no game and it ain't no a joke, either. Do you understand?
Maggie shyly nods her head.
James Tyson: Now when I signed you up to MY brand I was given the word by a few vets in this business that you were ready for all of this. When people like Jan Van der Roost put their name out there to say that this brash, unproven young girl can handle it, they be putting they name on the line... for you. And they expect big things out of you, as do I. And when you don't live up to their expectations, and my expectations, then it's not just me that you're disappointing. You ruining the names and the reputations of people who have put much more into this business than you have.
Maggie Lockheart: I understand. I-I... I d-didn't know that I was doing anything wrong, though...
James Tyson: Besides your debut against Otaki, what have you done, Maggie? What have you done with the opportunities that I've given you?
Maggie Lockheart: I... I... I fight hard. Real hard. I... I... Every single time that I go out there, I try-
James Tyson: Tryin' ain't good enough, Maggie. Up until tonight you ain't won a match in two months. I see that you wrestled... How did you do in your match with Glass tonight?
Maggie Lockheart: I thought I did okay...
James Tyson: Jesus. Well, Maggie, I don't know what else to tell you, besides what was in that note. If I don't start seeing some of this 'potential' out of you that Jan said that you had, I'm gonna have to send you back down to training.
Maggie Lockheart: What? But I- but what about my-
James Tyson: Let me stop you right there. Magdalena, no one here really gives a damn about your little tattoo parlor. That's none of my concern. You're either a wrestler, or a 'fighter' as you put it, or you're inking up some ex-cons with their latest prison fashion. You feel me? Now, you've got until the end of this Tournament to prove not only that you belong here, but that you want to belong here. Otherwise, I'm gonna have to let you go.
The EWCTV feed cuts back to ringside to Dick and Franklin.
Franklin Wright: Wow... Did I just hear that correctly?
Dick Shelby: The boss is laying the hammer down, apparently. Could this mean that Magdalena Lockheart's time in FSW is almost up?
Franklin Wright: I don't know, Dick. I don't know what Mister Tyson meant by 'proving that she belongs here'. I thought Magdalena had been doing a fine job in her tenure thus far in FSW!
Dick Shelby: Yeah, but after defeating the champion Otaki in her debut match, Magdalena hasn't nearly shown the same spark. This could just be an attempt to motivate his young talent into action...
Franklin Wright: Or he could actually be ready to jettison her. You know, 'do what's best for business' sort of thing.
Dick Shelby: Is that what's really best for business, though? Well, I guess we'll find out eventually. Our next match is ready to get underway!
MATCH 4
RUSH HARTWELL VS STEPHEN KINGSTON VS HATCHET GULLY
This three way match was a slow starter, with these three men trying to feel each other out. Kingston decided that he'd kickstart the party, going after Hartwell and working him over in the corner, while Gully looked on, letting it happen, content to stay out of the fray for the time being. Kingston made the most of the GUlly-given time, going after Hartwell with his aresneal, but a big counter Fireworks kick stunted all of Kingston's momentum. Gully then got involved, going after Hartwell first, bumping him out of the ring and trying to get a quick pin on a stunned Kingston, but he kicked out. Hartwell got back in the ring, and he and Gully traded blows and moves, Gully eventually getting the upper had, and even having the clear setup for a Hidden Path to Shangri-la, but Kingston got back involved, distracting Gully long enough, and Hartwell knocked him off the top rope to the floor. Kingston tried to jump in, but Hartwell caught him with another Fireworks kick, then a decleater of a Heaven Sent clothesline, getting his first win in FSW.
MATCH 5
IAN ICON VS LANCER VS ZACK EDISON
After a Mexican stand-off, Lancer and Icon both attack the towering Edison, knocking him over the rope before engaging the other. Having lost alongside Icon the previous week, Lancer doesn’t mess around with his offense against Icon, until Edison from out of nowhere hits Lancer with the spear, dropping him. Icon takes advantage when Edison gets to his feet, attacking with the Best Dropkick Ever on Edison, knocking him into the corner. Icon takes a moment to gloat, allowing Lancer the chance to crawl to his feet, hit the Hallelujah Moneyshot and Manhatten Project DDT, and pin Icon for the win. Afterwards, all three men, each with blood coming from their face, and in Lancer's case, trickling down from the eyehole in his mask, shake each other's hands as a show of respect.
Criss Cassidy walks through the McCamish Pavilion while he talks to Facebook live on his phone.
Criss Cassidy: "What's up guys, Criss Cassidy here. Live from FSW #46 in Atlanta, Georgia. We about to main event this show and tear the house down. I'm here to be on ToP. Let me rise to the occasion and flaunt my full potential...Wait is that my opponent?"
Xavier Reid stands and looks at Cassidy with disdain. Criss walks up to Xavier and proceeds talking to his phone.
Cassidy: "Look who we have here guys. The co-star in our main event and a ....
Xavier cuts Cassidy off.
Xavier Reid: "Is this how we are spending the day Criss...whoring yourself out to all your ‘millions’ of fans on what…"
Xavier looks at Criss’s phone and sees the app that is loaded.
Xavier Reid: Facebook Live...what Instagram stories not good enough for you...Snapchat a little too confusing for you with all the filters...hey you…
Xavier stops a young intern who is walking by...he stops and looks at Xavier and then at Criss and shrinks a little bit due to walking into what he can only think is an all out brawl that’s moments away and he looks around for what I’m guessing is a place to dive for cover for then this explodes…
Intern: "Yeah...I mean yes sir…"
Xavier Reid: Let me see your phone real quick…
The intern looks at Xavier who extends his hand and the kid reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone and hands it to Xavier. He touched the screen and exhales loudly.
Xavier Reid: "Unlock it…"
The intern reaches out and hits 0-0-0-0 and smiles at Xavier.
Xavier Reid: "What...1-2-3-4 was a little too tough for you to remember?"
Xavier looks at the apps and then flips to the next screen...does the same and onto the next screen.
Xavier Reid: "What no Facebook app."
Intern: "No sir."
Xavier Reid: "Why not kid?"
Intern: "I’m not on Facebook anymore sir...my mom kept posting embarrassing pictures of me when I was a kid...you know first day of school, naked in a bathtub, picture with braces...I just couldn’t take it anymore so I deactivated my account."
Xavier Reid: "Well, what about all your friends, how in the world are you ever going to keep up with what’s going on in their lives?"
Intern: "Dude...nobodies on Facebook anymore…"
Xavier Reid: "No, people are on it...it’s just old lame people...like Criss here…"
Xavier tosses the kid his phone.
Xavier Reid: "See he’s a wannabe celebrity...like some ‘Where Are They Now’ cast member...he’s really trying to hold on man...case in point...Facebook Live...enlighten me Criss...what nuggets of knowledge are to dropping on all your ‘fans’? Are you trying to get them all excite and believing that you really are the ‘star’ tonight in this Main Event? That you are a real ‘threat’ to win this Tournament of Power and go on to face the FSW Champion at WrestleFest...do you think you really are ‘that’ man...oh you do don’t you Criss…”
The camera pans over to Cassidy now sitting in a chair still holding his phone up with Xavier in the background.
Criss Cassidy: So that's Xavier Reid guys, and whatever it is he had to say was very intriguing. I heard him talk about Facebook, so shoutout to Facebook Live. To the fans, I see you guys out there showing me love. I'm here at FSW to give the people what they want. Tournament of Power will be my christening and another wrestler..."
Cassidy turns and looks over his shoulder toward Xavier Reid.
Criss Cassidy: "..will get crucified."
Criss turns back to his phone as Reid pulls the chair out from under him and Criss falls to the ground. Criss drops his phone but quickly stands up getting face-to-face with Xavier. Xavier waves his finger in Criss's face.
Xavier Reid: "Don't do anything stupid and ruin things. It'd be a shame if I had to break you right here before we even get to the ring."
Criss Cassidy: "Well let's not wait then. I'll see you there."
Cassidy turns and walks away from Reid who has a large smirk on his face.
Criss Cassidy walks through the McCamish Pavilion while he talks to Facebook live on his phone.
Criss Cassidy: "What's up guys, Criss Cassidy here. Live from FSW #46 in Atlanta, Georgia. We about to main event this show and tear the house down. I'm here to be on ToP. Let me rise to the occasion and flaunt my full potential...Wait is that my opponent?"
Xavier Reid stands and looks at Cassidy with disdain. Criss walks up to Xavier and proceeds talking to his phone.
Cassidy: "Look who we have here guys. The co-star in our main event and a ....
Xavier cuts Cassidy off.
Xavier Reid: "Is this how we are spending the day Criss...whoring yourself out to all your ‘millions’ of fans on what…"
Xavier looks at Criss’s phone and sees the app that is loaded.
Xavier Reid: Facebook Live...what Instagram stories not good enough for you...Snapchat a little too confusing for you with all the filters...hey you…
Xavier stops a young intern who is walking by...he stops and looks at Xavier and then at Criss and shrinks a little bit due to walking into what he can only think is an all out brawl that’s moments away and he looks around for what I’m guessing is a place to dive for cover for then this explodes…
Intern: "Yeah...I mean yes sir…"
Xavier Reid: Let me see your phone real quick…
The intern looks at Xavier who extends his hand and the kid reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone and hands it to Xavier. He touched the screen and exhales loudly.
Xavier Reid: "Unlock it…"
The intern reaches out and hits 0-0-0-0 and smiles at Xavier.
Xavier Reid: "What...1-2-3-4 was a little too tough for you to remember?"
Xavier looks at the apps and then flips to the next screen...does the same and onto the next screen.
Xavier Reid: "What no Facebook app."
Intern: "No sir."
Xavier Reid: "Why not kid?"
Intern: "I’m not on Facebook anymore sir...my mom kept posting embarrassing pictures of me when I was a kid...you know first day of school, naked in a bathtub, picture with braces...I just couldn’t take it anymore so I deactivated my account."
Xavier Reid: "Well, what about all your friends, how in the world are you ever going to keep up with what’s going on in their lives?"
Intern: "Dude...nobodies on Facebook anymore…"
Xavier Reid: "No, people are on it...it’s just old lame people...like Criss here…"
Xavier tosses the kid his phone.
Xavier Reid: "See he’s a wannabe celebrity...like some ‘Where Are They Now’ cast member...he’s really trying to hold on man...case in point...Facebook Live...enlighten me Criss...what nuggets of knowledge are to dropping on all your ‘fans’? Are you trying to get them all excite and believing that you really are the ‘star’ tonight in this Main Event? That you are a real ‘threat’ to win this Tournament of Power and go on to face the FSW Champion at WrestleFest...do you think you really are ‘that’ man...oh you do don’t you Criss…”
The camera pans over to Cassidy now sitting in a chair still holding his phone up with Xavier in the background.
Criss Cassidy: So that's Xavier Reid guys, and whatever it is he had to say was very intriguing. I heard him talk about Facebook, so shoutout to Facebook Live. To the fans, I see you guys out there showing me love. I'm here at FSW to give the people what they want. Tournament of Power will be my christening and another wrestler..."
Cassidy turns and looks over his shoulder toward Xavier Reid.
Criss Cassidy: "..will get crucified."
Criss turns back to his phone as Reid pulls the chair out from under him and Criss falls to the ground. Criss drops his phone but quickly stands up getting face-to-face with Xavier. Xavier waves his finger in Criss's face.
Xavier Reid: "Don't do anything stupid and ruin things. It'd be a shame if I had to break you right here before we even get to the ring."
Criss Cassidy: "Well let's not wait then. I'll see you there."
Cassidy turns and walks away from Reid who has a large smirk on his face.
MATCH 6
CRISS CASSIDY VS XAVIER REID
The final ToP match of the night, Criss Cassidy was definitely looking to prove a point against the wrestling vet but FSW newcomer Reid. Cassidy was hot in the early going, hitting Reid with an array of offense, punctuated with a HUGE Heaven's Gate. Reid, the cagey vet, managed to take that and slide to the outside, temporarily stunting the momentum that Cassidy was building. Criss went to go chase Reid back into the ring, but Reid set him up, catching him on the outside mid-chase, and taking the fight back to Cassidy. However, Cassidy took the match right back...but one mistake is all it took, and a mistimed move led to an X-ecution, the win and 3 big points for Xavier Reid.
Nostalgia and Douglas are waiting a few feet from the curtain, and just witnessed the end of Reid versus Cassidy. Douglas is practically marching in place from the excitement of meeting his favorite FSW competitor. He expects Otaki through the curtain any second….
Emerging from the back is the clearly worn down Champion of FSW as she looks bewildered from what she has been through so far tonight. If anything the only thing possibly stopping The Purple Haired Dynamo from flopping from mental exhaustion was the sight of Nostalgia and Douglas. However, before she could speak up the BRAWL superstar speaks up.
Nostalgia: Otaki, you got a quick moment for a fan before you head out? This is Douglas.
He pushes Douglas forward. In almost a complete 180 spin the look on the milky skinned woman's face turns to a friendly smile.
Otaki: We always have time for any fan-
She crouches down to get to eye level with the boy.
Otaki: Hello there Douglas. Are you having fun tonight?
Douglas: More like the time of my life.
He says more confidently than he was earlier when he met Maggie Lockheart. However, unknown to the boy, Otaki has been cautiously glancing over towards Nostalgia. An Action maybe understandable for one under The Emo Princess' circumstances.
Douglas: The tournament of power has been amazing. And now I am talking to Otaki. You are so great.
Otaki: Aw, thank you. And you've helped make our day so much better.
She states with a cheerful giggle, even giving Douglas a playful hug and ruffle of his hair before the male speaks up.
Nostalgia: It looks like we need to go n-
Otaki: Please wait a moment-
The Emo Princess immediately speaks out to stop Nostalgia and Douglas from making their departure yet.
Otaki:-I have a gift for you Douglas.
She adds in before reaching behind herself and brings out a replica FSW Championship. Where the blue hell did she get that from?
Otaki: I've heard about a lucky little boy coming here tonight, so I had this personally prepared for such a lucky boy. Now you can be a Champion too.
Douglas: Thank you!
He delightfully said as he accepts his own Title belt before hugging the milky skinned woman, gaining a smile from both superstars in the process.
Nostalgia: That's great of you to do that. But now we need to head off.
He starts once the boy lets go of the youthful Brit and started to make his move with the child before looking back towards her.
Nostalgia: Good luck with Hatchet Gully and Cheyenne.
He adds in before the both of them now. Now certain that she is alone Otaki's face returns to its bewildered state as she gets up to her feet...only to punch a nearby wall out of anger, ignoring the crunching sound of bone against brick. The Englishwoman also seems to be ignoring the fact that a couple of her knuckles are starting to bleed as she heads off in her own direction, repeatedly chanting "Sarah" underneath her breath.
Nostalgia and Douglas are waiting a few feet from the curtain, and just witnessed the end of Reid versus Cassidy. Douglas is practically marching in place from the excitement of meeting his favorite FSW competitor. He expects Otaki through the curtain any second….
Emerging from the back is the clearly worn down Champion of FSW as she looks bewildered from what she has been through so far tonight. If anything the only thing possibly stopping The Purple Haired Dynamo from flopping from mental exhaustion was the sight of Nostalgia and Douglas. However, before she could speak up the BRAWL superstar speaks up.
Nostalgia: Otaki, you got a quick moment for a fan before you head out? This is Douglas.
He pushes Douglas forward. In almost a complete 180 spin the look on the milky skinned woman's face turns to a friendly smile.
Otaki: We always have time for any fan-
She crouches down to get to eye level with the boy.
Otaki: Hello there Douglas. Are you having fun tonight?
Douglas: More like the time of my life.
He says more confidently than he was earlier when he met Maggie Lockheart. However, unknown to the boy, Otaki has been cautiously glancing over towards Nostalgia. An Action maybe understandable for one under The Emo Princess' circumstances.
Douglas: The tournament of power has been amazing. And now I am talking to Otaki. You are so great.
Otaki: Aw, thank you. And you've helped make our day so much better.
She states with a cheerful giggle, even giving Douglas a playful hug and ruffle of his hair before the male speaks up.
Nostalgia: It looks like we need to go n-
Otaki: Please wait a moment-
The Emo Princess immediately speaks out to stop Nostalgia and Douglas from making their departure yet.
Otaki:-I have a gift for you Douglas.
She adds in before reaching behind herself and brings out a replica FSW Championship. Where the blue hell did she get that from?
Otaki: I've heard about a lucky little boy coming here tonight, so I had this personally prepared for such a lucky boy. Now you can be a Champion too.
Douglas: Thank you!
He delightfully said as he accepts his own Title belt before hugging the milky skinned woman, gaining a smile from both superstars in the process.
Nostalgia: That's great of you to do that. But now we need to head off.
He starts once the boy lets go of the youthful Brit and started to make his move with the child before looking back towards her.
Nostalgia: Good luck with Hatchet Gully and Cheyenne.
He adds in before the both of them now. Now certain that she is alone Otaki's face returns to its bewildered state as she gets up to her feet...only to punch a nearby wall out of anger, ignoring the crunching sound of bone against brick. The Englishwoman also seems to be ignoring the fact that a couple of her knuckles are starting to bleed as she heads off in her own direction, repeatedly chanting "Sarah" underneath her breath.
MAIN EVENT
KRISTIAN BANE Vs OTAKI
Shelby: Episode 46 of Future Stars of Wrestling has almost come to a close. So much action tonight, with the Tournament of Power seeing its first point earners and such. But besides that, up and down, the entire FSW roster is really giving it their all - you can just tell that we're solidly on the road to the Rumble at this point.
Wright: That's right, Dick. Just absolutely incredible the amount of talent that's walking around backstage these days.
Shelby: Absolutely. Now, with that being said, we've still got one more match for the fans here in the McCamish Pavilion and those watching along at home on the EWCTV Network! Our main event this evening is in my opinion a long anticipated and awaited match: Our champion Otaki going one-on-one with the Creator of Chaos Kristian Bane!
Wright: Oh I agree. Did you know that Kristian Bane first joined our ranks all the way back at episode number 32?
Shelby: Was it now?
Wright: It was in January. We were in Windsor, Ontario...
Shelby: Oh, yes! That's right- I remember now! I remember exactly how cold it was, coming all the way back from Gwangmyeong just to do that short Canadian tour in the coldest month of the year. Gotta thank whoever does the scheduling for that.
Wright: Haha. What was that town name, again? I'm impressed that you remembered how to even pronounce that! When people ask, I always tell 'em that we were in South Korea somewhere...
Shelby: (Laughing.) Gwangmyeong. Kind of just rolls off of the tongue, doesn't it?
Deneen McQueen: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT and it is scheduled for one fall...
Crowd: One fall!!!
Deneen McQueen: Introducing first:
The arena goea dark, a slow booming sound can be heard and BAM! Pyros shoot off as 'The Vengeful One' blares. Kristian Bane walks out in front of the crowd. Bane walks methodically to the ring. He waits in the ring for his next victim.
Deneen McQueen: He stands in at 6 foot 6, and weighs in at 315 pounds. Hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, he is “The Bringer of Bane”, KRISTIAN BANE!
Wright: I've seen this man enter the ring many times here in FSW and every single time I am absolutely amazed at how massive Kristian Bane is. Ladies and Gentlemen watching at home, I can tell you right now that the television set or monitor that you're watching through absolutely does not do this man any justice. He's got to be three-hundred and fifteen pounds of pure muscle.
Shelby: Bane has to have, what, a two-hundred plus pound advantage on the champ?
Wright: Hold on, let me see here, uhm, not quite. But let's just say close enough.
Shelby: Alright.
Wright: Bane weighs more than two Otakis. Which normally, we'd say something about what kind of strength and size advantage that would come into play. But we're not just talking about anyone here. Unfortunately for Bane, if there's anyone whose speed and skill all-but negates the advantage, it's probably the FSW Champion herself.
on the road
on the road
A rev of a guitar, though easily being flooded out by a thunderous applause, causes all the lights in the arena to drop out into darkness.
Deneen McQueen: ...and his opponent:
on the road
on the road
ON THE ROAD TO VIRIDIAN CITY
With that yell the lights suddenly burst into life, which reveals a woman in a purple cloak standing on the stage. While only her eyes and mouth could be seen from her hood. Her milky white skin, purple hair and the FSW Championship being wrapped around her waist making it rather obvious that this person is Otaki. Her cloak doesn't cover the front of her attire, a purple one-piece outfit with no sleeves or coverage for the legs and a pair of blue boots, as Otaki starts to go down the ramp-way. Once arriving the bottom of the ramp a smile appears on Otaki's face as she raises her hood up and off, revealing not only her face but also a red gem that is on her forehead. Once she reveals her face The Emo Princess moves up the steps and gets onto the apron before bending over the middle rope to enter the ring. Once inside the ring Otaki proceeds to take off her cloak, revealing the back of her outfit to any lucky man or lesbian in the crowd tonight as she neatly folds her cloak up and places it on the ropes nearest her. Right afterwards she takes off the FSW Championship – revealing a belt around with PokéBalls on them beneath it – and bounces over to the ropes opposite. Stepping one foot on the bottom rope while stepping the other on the middle rope she lifts her Championship it up in the air to a loud ovation.
Deneen McQueen: She stands at 5 foot 6, and weighs in at 145 pounds. Hailing from Pallet Town, she is the Future Stars of Wrestling Champion! She is “The Purple Haired Dynamo”, Ladies and Gentlemen, THIS IS OTAKI!!!
Wright: Listen to that crowd reaction, Dick! There isn't a more loved figure in FSW right now than the purple haired girl with all of the gold...
Shelby: Loved by the FSW fans, yes. Almost universally. But her death grip on the brand's top title has put quite the strain on those in the back. So I would say that Otaki love depends heavily on where you're standing at the moment, especially if you're in Bane's position right now, having to stand across the ring from her.
Wright: Like Bane, Otaki has been with the brand for an extended tenure. However, for her debut, you'd have to go all the way back to the Dunn-Oliver Acadome...
Shelby: Wow.
Wright: Yep. Who would have thought that the girl who debuted back in Alabama over a year ago would become such a beloved champion and such a dominant force?
Shelby: Well, I think if you're Kristian Bane right now, you're just trying to match focus with Otaki. It's her particular skill-set, and her fierce, fiery determination that makes her the threat that she is today. And I when I look into both competitors eyes right now, that's what I see. A fierce, fiery determination. This should make one great match, Franklin.
Wright: Senior Referee Jacob Waters has checked over both Bane and Otaki, he's getting ready to signal for the opening bell!
The action in the ring starts out quick as Bane lunges at Otaki trying to tie her up early. Otaki ducks and fires back with an open hand slap across the massive chest of Bane. The shot rings out through the pavilion but Bane seems unfazed. Bane tries to fire back with a closed fist but Otaki once again ducks it, expecting the attack. She kicks Bane in the kneecap and follows up with a european uppercut right to the throat of the big man. Kristian Bane's body seems to absorb the blow, however he does backpedal towards the ropes. Otaki, feeling the momentum, grabs Bane's wrist for an irish whip. She pulls with all of her strength but not only are Bane's feet firmly planted in the mat, he's got a grip on the top rope as well, so he's going nowhere. With a yell Bane pulls Otaki back so hard that Otaki is sent right over the top rope and out to the floor below. Waters leans out through the ropes to check on her as it seems as though the champion took a nasty fall.
Wright: With the way Kristian Bane talked this week, you had to know that he was coming into this match with a certain expectation of self. He views this match against Otaki as an opportunity to prove that he deserves a shot at the FSW title!
Shelby: Otaki knew that as well, and she had Bane well scouted. She practically waited for Bane to take his shots knowing that he would be more vulnerable after that series of dodges. But we all know how Otaki can get so passionate that perhaps she loses her own self inside of that ring.
Wright: I hope that she is alright. Otaki took a nasty fall out here at ringside.
Bane steps through the ropes as Otaki uses the ring apron to pull herself up. Bane to drop down to ringside, Otaki pulls the ring apron out and traps Bane between it and the ring! With Bane stuck, Otaki rains down on him with a flurry of rights and lefts and all Bane can do is cover up. Otaki switches to lifting knee strikes but the referee wedges himself between the competitors to allow Bane to get free. No sooner than the moment that Bane is helped out of the ring apron that Otaki charges forward and connects with a dropkick that sends Bane back first into the ring apron itself. Bane bounces off and rolls himself towards the ring post. Otaki back up with her hand over the small of her back. She runs at Bane again looking for another dropkick but Bane swats her legs away from contact while she is in mid-air.
Shelby: Otaki has taken a lot worse than that. Just when you think that there is something that will keep Otaki down, she just pops right back up again.
Wright: That's why she's the champ, Shelby.
Shelby: That's also why you here these thousands of fans, these “martyrs”, cheering Otaki onward.
Bane grabs Otaki off of the padded concrete floor and by order of the referee rolls her back into the ring. Bane slides back in and is able to get back to his feet before Otaki can. Bane in control right now, with a grip on the back of Otaki's head he lands a knee lift of his own that picks both of Otaki's feet off of the mat. Otaki nearly falls, Bane follows up with a body slam that throws her down to the canvas instead. Otaki rolls around showing pain in her face. Bane leaps into the air and drops down across the chest of the champion with a big elbow drop. Bane transitions into a lateral press.
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Shelby: What impressive strength by the Creator of Chaos.
Wright: Literally everything about Bane is impressive. I'm not sure why we haven't seen these two go toe-to-toe sooner!
Shelby: Can you imagine it? If Bane does pull out the victory tonight, then perhaps James Tyson will feel the pressure to give him an FSW Championship match. What do you think?
Wright: Hey, I'm down anytime we can see two of the fiercest competitors go toe-to-toe. But you wanna put gold on the line? I'm in!
Bane grabs Otaki by the ponytail and pulls her up off of the canvas. Otaki responds with a bit of an eyerake that sends Bane scrambling backwards, working over his eyes to regain his sight. The fans cheer for Otaki's clever out, though James Waters delivers a bit of a warning. With a moment to catch her breath, Otaki charges forward and while running delivers a beautiful discus double ax-handle that clobbers Bane right in the side of his head. Bane staggers but doesn't fall. Otaki rebounds and again hits Bane with a discus double-ax handle, and this time Bane lands himself in the corner. Otaki follows up with knee lifts to Bane while he's in the trapped corner, Waters getting all of the way to almost five before Otaki is willing to break. Otaki yanks Bane out of the corner and spins him around, hitting him with a Reverse STO sending him face first into the middle turnbuckle.
Shelby: Reverse STO to Bane, right on that middle turnbuckle, too! I've seen her do that before, and sometimes with the turnbuckle exposed, too. That could knock a man like Bane clean out.
Wright: I think we might have spoken too soon about Bane getting a shot at Otaki's gold! If Otaki has anything to say about it, she'll send Bane back to the drawing board right here tonight!
Otaki rolls the massive Bane over and hooks his meaty leg for the cover.
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Bane kicks out with authority right before the count of two.
Wright: That wasn't just a kickout – Bane nearly threw Otaki up and out of the ring!
Shelby: I don't think Otaki was expecting that at all.
Wright: It's the circumstances. They change people, push people. Perhaps this is mind-games back to Otaki from Bane... go ahead and show me how tough you are, but I'm just as tough as you.
Shelby: It's still early in this contest, but neither of these two will go down in this one easily.
Otaki back up first, she kicks Bane in the side of the head when he's up to one-knee. Bane back down on the canvas, Otaki with the circle stomps... stomping down on Bane in multiple locations as she moves around him. Bane pushes through the pain to get back up to one knee. Otaki comes forward, Bane shoves her away at the midsection with just one arm. Otaki comes back with a spinning heel kick, but strong-man Bane catches the leg and yanks Otaki up into the air. He spins around once before drilling Otaki with a powerbomb in the center of the ring. Bane keeps the powerbomb locked in. Waters sees Otaki's shoulders down and he drops for the cover...
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With the pinfall broken, Bane sets his feet and pulls Otaki right back up into the air. The crowd reacts to the feet of strength, and Otaki now sitting on Banes shoulders, rains down on his forehead with hard hammerfists. Bane doesn't get all of it, but he does drop Otaki down for a second powerbomb as he staggers back from the last of Otaki's blows. The crowd starts to cheer Otaki as she rolls around on the canvas. Bane, leaning against the ropes, cannot capitalize for the time being.
Shelby: I'll call that a spinning powerbomb, into a cover, into a jackknife powerbomb. What a series of maneuvers by Kristian Bane here!
Wright: Oh, no doubt Otaki is hurting, but the big man left himself open and he's hurting, too. You gotta think that he's wasting precious time right here when he could be going for another pin!
Shelby: Well, Bane has never been as quick, nor as agile, as Otaki. I do think that he was going for the Chaos Theory there, but you have to think that Otaki knew that as well and that is why she was so desperate to break out of it.
Wright: Well, I don't know if you call dropping nearly seven feet down onto the back of your head constitutes an escape, but alright, it's better than the full Chaos Theory.
Bane shakes off the cobwebs and lumbers forward toward the downed Otaki. Otaki catches him by surpise and rolls him up...
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The crowd jumps out of their seats and in the same moment gasps as they thought that their Champion had eeked out a win. Both Otaki and Bane in a race to get back to their feet first, Otaki winning. Bane comes up hard with a desperation clothesline but Otaki ducks that as well. Bane spins around and Otaki is already waiting. Otaki kicks Bane in the gut and drills him with a desperation ddt but as she hits she rolls off to the side holding the small of her back yet again. Gritting her teeth, she fights through the pain and rolls over, pushing Bane over so that his shoulders are down on the mat. Otaki drapes her arm over Bane...
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Wright: If there's still anyone out there left in this world that doubts Otaki's pure toughness as a competitor, then I would just tell them to watch this match on the EWCTV Network.
Shelby: Hah. You're not kidding. But Otaki does seem to be favoring the lower back at this point, after landing hard on it early in the match it seems like Bane has focused his attacks there. If she could have gotten right up after that ddt and perhaps hooked the leg, she might have had Bane there.
Wright: Might have. But she's still got momentum on her side, so, we'll see.
Otaki pounds the mat in frustration when she realizes that she had allowed Bane to get the easy out on the pin. Back to her feet she stands waiting for Bane to pull himself up on his own. Standing just outside of his field of view, Otaki clasps her hands together and starts to “charge up”. As Bane works his way back to his feet, Otaki starts to shout, drawing the crowd in along with her. “Ka-me-ha-me-" Bane staggers back up and Otaki thrusts both arms forward - “HA!”
But Bane ducks! Bane snatches Otaki up right into the air and spins her around. He absolutely tries to drive Otaki threw the mat with a massive Black Hole Slam! Bane with the quick cover as everyone in the arena gasps seeing the car-wreck like impact that Otaki just took in the dead center of the ring!
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Shelby: Oh my god! What a Black Hole Slam by Kristian Bane there! This could be it! Cover! One... Two... OHHH!!! Otaki JUST kicks out! My goodnessss!
Wright: You can say that again, Dick! How Otaki just managed to kick out of that, I'll never know. Bane threw the entire weight of his 315 pound frame down across the chest of Otaki, and I think the center of the ring is actually partially caved in from that maneuver alone. What a contest!
Bane is back up and he's having a few heated words with FSW's Senior Referee. Kristian Bane is struggling to keep his focus and composure at this stage, meanwhile the fans are doing their part to work Otaki back into this matchup, at least emotionally, as she claws her fingernails down into the canvas to pull herself over towards the ropes.
Bane turns his attention back towards Otaki just as she seats herself in the corner. Bane steps forward with purpose, but Otaki grabs the middle rope above her and throws her leg out to connect with a kick to Bane's knee. Otaki slides forward, and catches the same knee with a leg trip that sends Bane face first down into the corner. With Bane's face now resting on the middle turnbuckle, Otaki jumps back up to her feet and runs to the far side of the ring. With her feet stomping the mat at the same cadence that the fans in the stands are clapping their hands, she charges the corner and connects with a running butt bump to the back of Bane's head! Bane snaps back onto the canvas from the hard impact, and now Otaki is really feeling it as she pumps her fists!
Wright: She's not down... She's not out... She's never out! This is Otaki!
Shelby: Yeah, but it never stops being absolutely impressive, does it?
Wright: There hasn't been a single thing from either competitor tonight that I haven't been absolutely impressed about, Dick!
With Bane working his way back to his feet, Otaki stays small and stays behind Bane. Kristian Bane shakes his head, trying to free the cobwebs, and this time he has no idea where Otaki could be. Bane back up to a vertical base, Otaki leaps into the air... She clutches onto Bane's back and delivers the Grand Finale! No! Bane grabs the top rope at the last second, causing Otaki to fall hard on the small of her back. Bane turns quickly, and grabs Otaki by the throat with both hands and lifts her high into the air. Is Bane looking for the Baneful Existence? Otaki kicks her legs wildly trying to break free! Her legs come into accidental contact with the referee, sending him ducking for safety. With the ref's back turned, Otaki looks down and sprays the blood mist in Bane's face! Bane screams and drops Otaki right back down onto her feet. Otaki spins Bane around and leaps onto his back, drilling him with the Grand Finale! She covers in the center of the ring, hooking the leg!
Shelby: Bane's got her up for the Baneful Existence! No! Blood Mist by Otaki!!! GRAND FINALE!!! COVER!!!
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Shelby: My god, what a match! Otaki wins!
Wright: You can say that again. What a match. Absolutely worthy of the main event here tonight!
As Otaki gets back to her feet, the Referee hands her the FSW Championship belt and holds her hand high in the air. The fans here in Georgia are cheering wildly for the finish that they had paid to see tonight.
Deneen McQueen: The winner of the match, OTAKI!!!!
Shelby: You can hear the crowd reaction tonight, and you can tell that they are going to go home happy. Perhaps the one man that isn't going to go home happy tonight is Kristian Bane. Tough luck for him.
Wright: Oh I know that Bane has got to be disappointed. But if I'm him right now I'm gonna come back from this stronger than ever. If I'm Otaki, I'm counting my blessings, because it doesn't appear as though the referee saw her use the Blood Mist on Bane... but I'm not sure how Waters can't tell. Bane's entire face is blood red!
Shelby: You know how it is. If the ref didn't see it, it didn't happen.
Wright: That's true. Or at least in the wrestling world it is.
Shelby: Right. Tonight's winner is Otaki, and she carries all of the momentum and all of the gold into Rumble in the Bronx, an event that last year SHE was the winner of. Could this be the year of Otaki?
Wright: It could be, Dick. And I'll tell you what, it doesn't seem that it would bother the fans one bit if it was....
And that that moment, Hatchet Gully and A$hley Quid come from the back, looking to take one more shot at Otaki, but she's nowhere to be found. Hatchet slides in the ring, and out of nowhere, he's startled, a crowbar softly pressed against his neck. Who does this crowbar belong to? None other than The Emo Princess herself, Otaki, as she enters the ring while using the crowbar to direct Hatchet to the side. A$hley darts to the corner and puts her hands behind her back.
Otaki: We're not here for you, dog...we're here to talk to your master...
Slowly she drifts her almost dead eyes upon the woman in the corner, the crowbar pressing a little more against the man's throat.
A$hley: You do not talk to him like that you hear me? This is so of character, though, innit? What's got your bloomers in a bunch?
Otaki: For month after month, week after week and day after day...we've played along with your pathetic attempt to have people take us out. But enough is enough. We want this bounty to...
She rolls her head in a rather unhinged manner.
Otaki: Disappear...so...what will it take...eh?
A$hley: Are you bovered, mate? This is well out of order but I figured it's about of time one of you lot has the guts to come at us like this. Don't be daft, though. You know what we want. That title is being worn around your waist like you earned it. The only reason you're a champ is because we took all the others out ov the way and you swooped in an' stole it. You stay the champ because you're a nuisance to him. We want that title and we've always wanted it. So give us a match and piss off. I'll call the bounty off if you do.... Double it if you don't
Otaki doesn't budge. Hatchet grins at her provoking her to strike.
A$hley: You forget that we're usually the ones on the other end of this. We find amateurs usually aren't that prepared for an attack. They don't got their guards up. We do. You seem to forget something else. Where is Hatchet's hatchet?
Otaki takes her eyes off Gully for the first time and sees A$hley with her hands behind her back. Hatchet also has a hand behind him at his waistband. She backs away from Hatchet.
A$hley: A title shot or else, Otaki. Think on it.
Otaki points the crowbar as A$hley with a sick grimace and leaves. Hatchet nods at A$hley and she rushes to his hug him to make sure he is ok. Just before Otaki can make her way up the ramp, James Tyson comes from backstage and stops her.
Tyson: Do you want this, yes or no?
Otaki: Yes, we want this.
Tyson: Then you'll do this at Rumble in the Bronx. You hear me Gully? Quid? This bounty business ENDS tonight. You have your match.
Wright: WHOA!! Big announcement from James Tyson! Just when we thought Otaki had smooth sailing until WrestleFest, she has a title defense in two weeks.
Shelby: Hatchet Gully played the game to a T, and her and Quid got exactly what they wanted. But now...can the runner-up Gully finally get over the hump and win the gold he's had numerous shots at this season?
Wright: THis will probably be his last chance...so I hope he's ready. With that, from herr Shelby, Destiny and all the FSW crew, I'm Franklin Wright, saying so long, and see you in Birmingham!
The show ends with Otaki staring a hole at Hatchet and Quid, holding the FSW title high...fade to black.
Wright: That's right, Dick. Just absolutely incredible the amount of talent that's walking around backstage these days.
Shelby: Absolutely. Now, with that being said, we've still got one more match for the fans here in the McCamish Pavilion and those watching along at home on the EWCTV Network! Our main event this evening is in my opinion a long anticipated and awaited match: Our champion Otaki going one-on-one with the Creator of Chaos Kristian Bane!
Wright: Oh I agree. Did you know that Kristian Bane first joined our ranks all the way back at episode number 32?
Shelby: Was it now?
Wright: It was in January. We were in Windsor, Ontario...
Shelby: Oh, yes! That's right- I remember now! I remember exactly how cold it was, coming all the way back from Gwangmyeong just to do that short Canadian tour in the coldest month of the year. Gotta thank whoever does the scheduling for that.
Wright: Haha. What was that town name, again? I'm impressed that you remembered how to even pronounce that! When people ask, I always tell 'em that we were in South Korea somewhere...
Shelby: (Laughing.) Gwangmyeong. Kind of just rolls off of the tongue, doesn't it?
Deneen McQueen: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT and it is scheduled for one fall...
Crowd: One fall!!!
Deneen McQueen: Introducing first:
The arena goea dark, a slow booming sound can be heard and BAM! Pyros shoot off as 'The Vengeful One' blares. Kristian Bane walks out in front of the crowd. Bane walks methodically to the ring. He waits in the ring for his next victim.
Deneen McQueen: He stands in at 6 foot 6, and weighs in at 315 pounds. Hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, he is “The Bringer of Bane”, KRISTIAN BANE!
Wright: I've seen this man enter the ring many times here in FSW and every single time I am absolutely amazed at how massive Kristian Bane is. Ladies and Gentlemen watching at home, I can tell you right now that the television set or monitor that you're watching through absolutely does not do this man any justice. He's got to be three-hundred and fifteen pounds of pure muscle.
Shelby: Bane has to have, what, a two-hundred plus pound advantage on the champ?
Wright: Hold on, let me see here, uhm, not quite. But let's just say close enough.
Shelby: Alright.
Wright: Bane weighs more than two Otakis. Which normally, we'd say something about what kind of strength and size advantage that would come into play. But we're not just talking about anyone here. Unfortunately for Bane, if there's anyone whose speed and skill all-but negates the advantage, it's probably the FSW Champion herself.
on the road
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A rev of a guitar, though easily being flooded out by a thunderous applause, causes all the lights in the arena to drop out into darkness.
Deneen McQueen: ...and his opponent:
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ON THE ROAD TO VIRIDIAN CITY
With that yell the lights suddenly burst into life, which reveals a woman in a purple cloak standing on the stage. While only her eyes and mouth could be seen from her hood. Her milky white skin, purple hair and the FSW Championship being wrapped around her waist making it rather obvious that this person is Otaki. Her cloak doesn't cover the front of her attire, a purple one-piece outfit with no sleeves or coverage for the legs and a pair of blue boots, as Otaki starts to go down the ramp-way. Once arriving the bottom of the ramp a smile appears on Otaki's face as she raises her hood up and off, revealing not only her face but also a red gem that is on her forehead. Once she reveals her face The Emo Princess moves up the steps and gets onto the apron before bending over the middle rope to enter the ring. Once inside the ring Otaki proceeds to take off her cloak, revealing the back of her outfit to any lucky man or lesbian in the crowd tonight as she neatly folds her cloak up and places it on the ropes nearest her. Right afterwards she takes off the FSW Championship – revealing a belt around with PokéBalls on them beneath it – and bounces over to the ropes opposite. Stepping one foot on the bottom rope while stepping the other on the middle rope she lifts her Championship it up in the air to a loud ovation.
Deneen McQueen: She stands at 5 foot 6, and weighs in at 145 pounds. Hailing from Pallet Town, she is the Future Stars of Wrestling Champion! She is “The Purple Haired Dynamo”, Ladies and Gentlemen, THIS IS OTAKI!!!
Wright: Listen to that crowd reaction, Dick! There isn't a more loved figure in FSW right now than the purple haired girl with all of the gold...
Shelby: Loved by the FSW fans, yes. Almost universally. But her death grip on the brand's top title has put quite the strain on those in the back. So I would say that Otaki love depends heavily on where you're standing at the moment, especially if you're in Bane's position right now, having to stand across the ring from her.
Wright: Like Bane, Otaki has been with the brand for an extended tenure. However, for her debut, you'd have to go all the way back to the Dunn-Oliver Acadome...
Shelby: Wow.
Wright: Yep. Who would have thought that the girl who debuted back in Alabama over a year ago would become such a beloved champion and such a dominant force?
Shelby: Well, I think if you're Kristian Bane right now, you're just trying to match focus with Otaki. It's her particular skill-set, and her fierce, fiery determination that makes her the threat that she is today. And I when I look into both competitors eyes right now, that's what I see. A fierce, fiery determination. This should make one great match, Franklin.
Wright: Senior Referee Jacob Waters has checked over both Bane and Otaki, he's getting ready to signal for the opening bell!
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The action in the ring starts out quick as Bane lunges at Otaki trying to tie her up early. Otaki ducks and fires back with an open hand slap across the massive chest of Bane. The shot rings out through the pavilion but Bane seems unfazed. Bane tries to fire back with a closed fist but Otaki once again ducks it, expecting the attack. She kicks Bane in the kneecap and follows up with a european uppercut right to the throat of the big man. Kristian Bane's body seems to absorb the blow, however he does backpedal towards the ropes. Otaki, feeling the momentum, grabs Bane's wrist for an irish whip. She pulls with all of her strength but not only are Bane's feet firmly planted in the mat, he's got a grip on the top rope as well, so he's going nowhere. With a yell Bane pulls Otaki back so hard that Otaki is sent right over the top rope and out to the floor below. Waters leans out through the ropes to check on her as it seems as though the champion took a nasty fall.
Wright: With the way Kristian Bane talked this week, you had to know that he was coming into this match with a certain expectation of self. He views this match against Otaki as an opportunity to prove that he deserves a shot at the FSW title!
Shelby: Otaki knew that as well, and she had Bane well scouted. She practically waited for Bane to take his shots knowing that he would be more vulnerable after that series of dodges. But we all know how Otaki can get so passionate that perhaps she loses her own self inside of that ring.
Wright: I hope that she is alright. Otaki took a nasty fall out here at ringside.
Bane steps through the ropes as Otaki uses the ring apron to pull herself up. Bane to drop down to ringside, Otaki pulls the ring apron out and traps Bane between it and the ring! With Bane stuck, Otaki rains down on him with a flurry of rights and lefts and all Bane can do is cover up. Otaki switches to lifting knee strikes but the referee wedges himself between the competitors to allow Bane to get free. No sooner than the moment that Bane is helped out of the ring apron that Otaki charges forward and connects with a dropkick that sends Bane back first into the ring apron itself. Bane bounces off and rolls himself towards the ring post. Otaki back up with her hand over the small of her back. She runs at Bane again looking for another dropkick but Bane swats her legs away from contact while she is in mid-air.
Shelby: Otaki has taken a lot worse than that. Just when you think that there is something that will keep Otaki down, she just pops right back up again.
Wright: That's why she's the champ, Shelby.
Shelby: That's also why you here these thousands of fans, these “martyrs”, cheering Otaki onward.
Bane grabs Otaki off of the padded concrete floor and by order of the referee rolls her back into the ring. Bane slides back in and is able to get back to his feet before Otaki can. Bane in control right now, with a grip on the back of Otaki's head he lands a knee lift of his own that picks both of Otaki's feet off of the mat. Otaki nearly falls, Bane follows up with a body slam that throws her down to the canvas instead. Otaki rolls around showing pain in her face. Bane leaps into the air and drops down across the chest of the champion with a big elbow drop. Bane transitions into a lateral press.
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Shelby: What impressive strength by the Creator of Chaos.
Wright: Literally everything about Bane is impressive. I'm not sure why we haven't seen these two go toe-to-toe sooner!
Shelby: Can you imagine it? If Bane does pull out the victory tonight, then perhaps James Tyson will feel the pressure to give him an FSW Championship match. What do you think?
Wright: Hey, I'm down anytime we can see two of the fiercest competitors go toe-to-toe. But you wanna put gold on the line? I'm in!
Bane grabs Otaki by the ponytail and pulls her up off of the canvas. Otaki responds with a bit of an eyerake that sends Bane scrambling backwards, working over his eyes to regain his sight. The fans cheer for Otaki's clever out, though James Waters delivers a bit of a warning. With a moment to catch her breath, Otaki charges forward and while running delivers a beautiful discus double ax-handle that clobbers Bane right in the side of his head. Bane staggers but doesn't fall. Otaki rebounds and again hits Bane with a discus double-ax handle, and this time Bane lands himself in the corner. Otaki follows up with knee lifts to Bane while he's in the trapped corner, Waters getting all of the way to almost five before Otaki is willing to break. Otaki yanks Bane out of the corner and spins him around, hitting him with a Reverse STO sending him face first into the middle turnbuckle.
Shelby: Reverse STO to Bane, right on that middle turnbuckle, too! I've seen her do that before, and sometimes with the turnbuckle exposed, too. That could knock a man like Bane clean out.
Wright: I think we might have spoken too soon about Bane getting a shot at Otaki's gold! If Otaki has anything to say about it, she'll send Bane back to the drawing board right here tonight!
Otaki rolls the massive Bane over and hooks his meaty leg for the cover.
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Bane kicks out with authority right before the count of two.
Wright: That wasn't just a kickout – Bane nearly threw Otaki up and out of the ring!
Shelby: I don't think Otaki was expecting that at all.
Wright: It's the circumstances. They change people, push people. Perhaps this is mind-games back to Otaki from Bane... go ahead and show me how tough you are, but I'm just as tough as you.
Shelby: It's still early in this contest, but neither of these two will go down in this one easily.
Otaki back up first, she kicks Bane in the side of the head when he's up to one-knee. Bane back down on the canvas, Otaki with the circle stomps... stomping down on Bane in multiple locations as she moves around him. Bane pushes through the pain to get back up to one knee. Otaki comes forward, Bane shoves her away at the midsection with just one arm. Otaki comes back with a spinning heel kick, but strong-man Bane catches the leg and yanks Otaki up into the air. He spins around once before drilling Otaki with a powerbomb in the center of the ring. Bane keeps the powerbomb locked in. Waters sees Otaki's shoulders down and he drops for the cover...
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With the pinfall broken, Bane sets his feet and pulls Otaki right back up into the air. The crowd reacts to the feet of strength, and Otaki now sitting on Banes shoulders, rains down on his forehead with hard hammerfists. Bane doesn't get all of it, but he does drop Otaki down for a second powerbomb as he staggers back from the last of Otaki's blows. The crowd starts to cheer Otaki as she rolls around on the canvas. Bane, leaning against the ropes, cannot capitalize for the time being.
Shelby: I'll call that a spinning powerbomb, into a cover, into a jackknife powerbomb. What a series of maneuvers by Kristian Bane here!
Wright: Oh, no doubt Otaki is hurting, but the big man left himself open and he's hurting, too. You gotta think that he's wasting precious time right here when he could be going for another pin!
Shelby: Well, Bane has never been as quick, nor as agile, as Otaki. I do think that he was going for the Chaos Theory there, but you have to think that Otaki knew that as well and that is why she was so desperate to break out of it.
Wright: Well, I don't know if you call dropping nearly seven feet down onto the back of your head constitutes an escape, but alright, it's better than the full Chaos Theory.
Bane shakes off the cobwebs and lumbers forward toward the downed Otaki. Otaki catches him by surpise and rolls him up...
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The crowd jumps out of their seats and in the same moment gasps as they thought that their Champion had eeked out a win. Both Otaki and Bane in a race to get back to their feet first, Otaki winning. Bane comes up hard with a desperation clothesline but Otaki ducks that as well. Bane spins around and Otaki is already waiting. Otaki kicks Bane in the gut and drills him with a desperation ddt but as she hits she rolls off to the side holding the small of her back yet again. Gritting her teeth, she fights through the pain and rolls over, pushing Bane over so that his shoulders are down on the mat. Otaki drapes her arm over Bane...
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Bane gets his foot on the bottom rope. Ref Waters sees this just in time.
Wright: If there's still anyone out there left in this world that doubts Otaki's pure toughness as a competitor, then I would just tell them to watch this match on the EWCTV Network.
Shelby: Hah. You're not kidding. But Otaki does seem to be favoring the lower back at this point, after landing hard on it early in the match it seems like Bane has focused his attacks there. If she could have gotten right up after that ddt and perhaps hooked the leg, she might have had Bane there.
Wright: Might have. But she's still got momentum on her side, so, we'll see.
Otaki pounds the mat in frustration when she realizes that she had allowed Bane to get the easy out on the pin. Back to her feet she stands waiting for Bane to pull himself up on his own. Standing just outside of his field of view, Otaki clasps her hands together and starts to “charge up”. As Bane works his way back to his feet, Otaki starts to shout, drawing the crowd in along with her. “Ka-me-ha-me-" Bane staggers back up and Otaki thrusts both arms forward - “HA!”
But Bane ducks! Bane snatches Otaki up right into the air and spins her around. He absolutely tries to drive Otaki threw the mat with a massive Black Hole Slam! Bane with the quick cover as everyone in the arena gasps seeing the car-wreck like impact that Otaki just took in the dead center of the ring!
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Thr- NO! Otaki sneaks her shoulder up just before the count of three! Bane can't believe it.
Shelby: Oh my god! What a Black Hole Slam by Kristian Bane there! This could be it! Cover! One... Two... OHHH!!! Otaki JUST kicks out! My goodnessss!
Wright: You can say that again, Dick! How Otaki just managed to kick out of that, I'll never know. Bane threw the entire weight of his 315 pound frame down across the chest of Otaki, and I think the center of the ring is actually partially caved in from that maneuver alone. What a contest!
Bane is back up and he's having a few heated words with FSW's Senior Referee. Kristian Bane is struggling to keep his focus and composure at this stage, meanwhile the fans are doing their part to work Otaki back into this matchup, at least emotionally, as she claws her fingernails down into the canvas to pull herself over towards the ropes.
Bane turns his attention back towards Otaki just as she seats herself in the corner. Bane steps forward with purpose, but Otaki grabs the middle rope above her and throws her leg out to connect with a kick to Bane's knee. Otaki slides forward, and catches the same knee with a leg trip that sends Bane face first down into the corner. With Bane's face now resting on the middle turnbuckle, Otaki jumps back up to her feet and runs to the far side of the ring. With her feet stomping the mat at the same cadence that the fans in the stands are clapping their hands, she charges the corner and connects with a running butt bump to the back of Bane's head! Bane snaps back onto the canvas from the hard impact, and now Otaki is really feeling it as she pumps her fists!
Wright: She's not down... She's not out... She's never out! This is Otaki!
Shelby: Yeah, but it never stops being absolutely impressive, does it?
Wright: There hasn't been a single thing from either competitor tonight that I haven't been absolutely impressed about, Dick!
With Bane working his way back to his feet, Otaki stays small and stays behind Bane. Kristian Bane shakes his head, trying to free the cobwebs, and this time he has no idea where Otaki could be. Bane back up to a vertical base, Otaki leaps into the air... She clutches onto Bane's back and delivers the Grand Finale! No! Bane grabs the top rope at the last second, causing Otaki to fall hard on the small of her back. Bane turns quickly, and grabs Otaki by the throat with both hands and lifts her high into the air. Is Bane looking for the Baneful Existence? Otaki kicks her legs wildly trying to break free! Her legs come into accidental contact with the referee, sending him ducking for safety. With the ref's back turned, Otaki looks down and sprays the blood mist in Bane's face! Bane screams and drops Otaki right back down onto her feet. Otaki spins Bane around and leaps onto his back, drilling him with the Grand Finale! She covers in the center of the ring, hooking the leg!
Shelby: Bane's got her up for the Baneful Existence! No! Blood Mist by Otaki!!! GRAND FINALE!!! COVER!!!
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Shelby: My god, what a match! Otaki wins!
Wright: You can say that again. What a match. Absolutely worthy of the main event here tonight!
As Otaki gets back to her feet, the Referee hands her the FSW Championship belt and holds her hand high in the air. The fans here in Georgia are cheering wildly for the finish that they had paid to see tonight.
Deneen McQueen: The winner of the match, OTAKI!!!!
Shelby: You can hear the crowd reaction tonight, and you can tell that they are going to go home happy. Perhaps the one man that isn't going to go home happy tonight is Kristian Bane. Tough luck for him.
Wright: Oh I know that Bane has got to be disappointed. But if I'm him right now I'm gonna come back from this stronger than ever. If I'm Otaki, I'm counting my blessings, because it doesn't appear as though the referee saw her use the Blood Mist on Bane... but I'm not sure how Waters can't tell. Bane's entire face is blood red!
Shelby: You know how it is. If the ref didn't see it, it didn't happen.
Wright: That's true. Or at least in the wrestling world it is.
Shelby: Right. Tonight's winner is Otaki, and she carries all of the momentum and all of the gold into Rumble in the Bronx, an event that last year SHE was the winner of. Could this be the year of Otaki?
Wright: It could be, Dick. And I'll tell you what, it doesn't seem that it would bother the fans one bit if it was....
And that that moment, Hatchet Gully and A$hley Quid come from the back, looking to take one more shot at Otaki, but she's nowhere to be found. Hatchet slides in the ring, and out of nowhere, he's startled, a crowbar softly pressed against his neck. Who does this crowbar belong to? None other than The Emo Princess herself, Otaki, as she enters the ring while using the crowbar to direct Hatchet to the side. A$hley darts to the corner and puts her hands behind her back.
Otaki: We're not here for you, dog...we're here to talk to your master...
Slowly she drifts her almost dead eyes upon the woman in the corner, the crowbar pressing a little more against the man's throat.
A$hley: You do not talk to him like that you hear me? This is so of character, though, innit? What's got your bloomers in a bunch?
Otaki: For month after month, week after week and day after day...we've played along with your pathetic attempt to have people take us out. But enough is enough. We want this bounty to...
She rolls her head in a rather unhinged manner.
Otaki: Disappear...so...what will it take...eh?
A$hley: Are you bovered, mate? This is well out of order but I figured it's about of time one of you lot has the guts to come at us like this. Don't be daft, though. You know what we want. That title is being worn around your waist like you earned it. The only reason you're a champ is because we took all the others out ov the way and you swooped in an' stole it. You stay the champ because you're a nuisance to him. We want that title and we've always wanted it. So give us a match and piss off. I'll call the bounty off if you do.... Double it if you don't
Otaki doesn't budge. Hatchet grins at her provoking her to strike.
A$hley: You forget that we're usually the ones on the other end of this. We find amateurs usually aren't that prepared for an attack. They don't got their guards up. We do. You seem to forget something else. Where is Hatchet's hatchet?
Otaki takes her eyes off Gully for the first time and sees A$hley with her hands behind her back. Hatchet also has a hand behind him at his waistband. She backs away from Hatchet.
A$hley: A title shot or else, Otaki. Think on it.
Otaki points the crowbar as A$hley with a sick grimace and leaves. Hatchet nods at A$hley and she rushes to his hug him to make sure he is ok. Just before Otaki can make her way up the ramp, James Tyson comes from backstage and stops her.
Tyson: Do you want this, yes or no?
Otaki: Yes, we want this.
Tyson: Then you'll do this at Rumble in the Bronx. You hear me Gully? Quid? This bounty business ENDS tonight. You have your match.
Wright: WHOA!! Big announcement from James Tyson! Just when we thought Otaki had smooth sailing until WrestleFest, she has a title defense in two weeks.
Shelby: Hatchet Gully played the game to a T, and her and Quid got exactly what they wanted. But now...can the runner-up Gully finally get over the hump and win the gold he's had numerous shots at this season?
Wright: THis will probably be his last chance...so I hope he's ready. With that, from herr Shelby, Destiny and all the FSW crew, I'm Franklin Wright, saying so long, and see you in Birmingham!
The show ends with Otaki staring a hole at Hatchet and Quid, holding the FSW title high...fade to black.
QUICK RECAP
MATCH 1 - Maggie Lockheart d. Lexie Glass
MATCH 2 - James Larson d. Matt Angel
MATCH 3 - Hope Diamond d. Cheyenne
MATCH 4 - Rush Hartwell d. Stephen Kingston & Hatchet Gully
MATCH 5 - Lancer d. Ian Icon & Zack Edison
MATCH 6 - Xavier Reid d. Criss Cassidy
MAIN EVENT - Otaki d. Kristian Bane
MVP: Otaki
ToP Standings
Xavier Reid - 3 Hope Diamond - 3
James Larson - 3 Maggie Lockheart - 3
Criss Cassidy - 0 Cheyenne - 0
Matt Angel - 0 Lexie Glass - 0
James Larson - 3 Maggie Lockheart - 3
Criss Cassidy - 0 Cheyenne - 0
Matt Angel - 0 Lexie Glass - 0
WRITERS : JT, Otaki, Rush, Nostalgia, Gully, Cassidy, Cheyenne, Maggie
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