FSW #91 (2019 SEASON FINALE) OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA
Nov 27, 2019 22:16:25 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents
“My Shot (Rise up Remix)” by Black Thought, Busta Rhymes Joell Ortiz & Nate Russ blasts over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
The fans packing Oracle Arena tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Oakland knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show in professional wrestling is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy beats from 'My Shot' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.
** 2019 SEASON FINALE **
EPISODE #91
EPISODE #91
NOVEMBER 27TH, 2019
LIVE! from Oracle Arena - Oakland, CaliforniaWARNING: 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.
“My Shot (Rise up Remix)” by Black Thought, Busta Rhymes Joell Ortiz & Nate Russ blasts over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
A pyro show erupts on the outside of the Cow Palace!
Followed by another, equally explosive show on the inside!
Followed by another, equally explosive show on the inside!
The fans packing Oracle Arena tonight all come to their feet. Further explosions rock the very foundation of the arena as a large video screen is lowered from the rafters, stopping 15 feet above the ring! Everyone in Oakland knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show in professional wrestling is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy beats from 'My Shot' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.
HEY YO I'M JUST LIKE MY COUNTRY, I'M YOUNG SCRAPPY AND HUNGRY..... AND I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!!
On the MacTron, this episode of FSW begins with its opening video montage detailing many of the historic events that have taken place in the near four-year history of Future Stars of Wrestling. From past champions like Jason Hunter, Dixie Dubois, Amis Shelton, Magdalena Lockheart, and Otaki all standing underneath an old FSW logo to the more current Future Stars Champions like Xavier Reid, Cletus Franklin, Robina Hood and Stitches tearing down that mold...
As more pyro goes off the the FSW logo appears and flashes of the roster appear on the screen such as Robbie Rayder, Jason Rayne, Mercenary, Allen Anderson, Jason Rayne, Damage Inc. , Wes Walker, and finally Candy. Then a show of Kyle Gautier winning the North American championship fills the screen before fading into a shot of Stitches standing tall in the ring, holding up the FSW championship.
The camera pans around the loud and out of control audience. As the fireworks continue to explode, the fans chant and cheer! The atmosphere inside the Cow Palace seemed to be charged with that ten million volts of electricity as described in the song. Cameras pan around the arena to catch some of the signage that many fans have brought to the Cow Palace with them here tonight. The FSW fan-base is as adamant about having their voices heard now as ever:
"HAPPY TURKEY DAY"
"GOBBLE GOBBLE"
"SAVE ME A PIECE OF PIE CANDY!"
"ALL I WANT FOR XMAS IS FSW!!"
"STITCHES V. CANDY: FIGHT FOREVER!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
"F-S-DUB!!!"
The lights come back to full and the fans offer one last rousing cheer at the opening festivities. Tonight's announcers are on standby and ready for the show to begin.
Watson: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the LAST FSW of 2019! Tomorrow here in the States, we will feast on turkey and all the fixins's but tonight in Oakland, California we feast on CARNAGE! I am Tim Wastson and with me as always is Cid Sydney!
Sydney: It's great to be back with another episode of FSW! I can't wait to watch these matches tonight Tim. In our opening bout we have Matt Ang-
Watson: Hold up just a sec there Cid. There's been a few changes to the card tonight due to some travel issue and what not, as is customary around the holiday season. Our first match was scheduled to be Matt Angel facing off against El Gran Azul, however Gran had problems getting into Oakland tonight and if you haven't been paying attention to EWC TV, Matt Angel has decided to hang up the boots. We wish him nothing but the best and hope that he maybe decides to give it the old college try sometime down the road.
Sydney: Good grief, what is this the ESPYs?! Good Riddance I say! We still have the Semi-Main Event tonight as -
Watson: Gotta stop you again Cid. Bandana Joe Porter has taken a sudden leave of absence from EWC so that I Quit match scheduled between him and North American champion Kyle Gautier will not be happening.
Sydney: Of for fucks sake Tim! What the hell do we have?!
Watson: Well our opening bout tonight is now Young FSW upstart Jason Rayne looking to cement himself as a big player in FSW for 2020 as he takes on "The Sweet Treat" Candy!
Sydney: At least I can look forward to The Viper wiping that smug ass look off of Candy's face!
Watson: Then we have the FSW champion in action as he takes on the man that Jason Rayne lost to at Youngblood, fellow upstart Allen Anderson!
Sydney: OK, I can get behind that.
Watson: Then we have a tag team showcase featuring the current number one contenders to the EWC Tag Team Titles, Lunch Time as they take on the makeshift team of new comer Ezio DeLuca and former FSW champion "The Dreadnought" Robbie Rayder!
Sydney: Boring as hell more like it. NEXT!
Watson: And then there is got to be a possible match of the year candidate in our main event. Wes Walker, Mercenary... In what Chris Brock is calling a LAST BLOOD cage match! This one will NOT be for the feint of heart folks, I guarantee it!
Sydney: We have all this and SO MUCH MORE! Our first match of the night will be coming up right after this quick message from EWCTV. Don't go anywhere .. FSW action will be back in exactly 1 minute
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The show goes to the middle of a busy and bustling pub, Irish folk music softly playing in the background and most of the patrons are having a lovely drink to spend their evenings reveling and carousing, their aim like everyone to forget about the worries of the day.
A man with a jacket stands at the bar alone, ignoring any looks he gets, not that he gets many... Some with vague curiosity take a short look, before continuing on their merry ways. The man swirling his glass of whisky around and taking a while to actually drink his drink.
Oversized Man: Oi, move aside little man.
A muscle bound behemoth of a man with a dress shirt that barely fit him walked up, a woman on both oversized arms, their hands looking tiny in comparison to biceps that shouldn't be physically capable of being that large, yet this man had somehow found a way to push the boundaries of how grotesque the human body could get with enough determination, and injections.
O'Sheahan: Or what, ye' langer? Try waddlin' over 'ere and try an' get me off dis spot.
The man at the bar barely glanced at the presence trying to chase him off, nor at the women he was sporting around. Merely continuing to slowly sip at his glass of spirits and spending the night inside of his own head, rather than talking the heads off of others.
The ladies on the other hand, not even needing a cue, remove their tenuous grips from the man's arms and merely let him do what he was apparently built for, break people in half, possibly shatter the spines of Superheroes. The man squares up, giving a final chance to him to get his ass away from the bar before it would become messy.
Oversized Man: Well, ye asked for it tiny, just don't get blood on my shirt.
After having rolled up his sleeves extra slowly for added dramatics and a final final chance to let the man leave, the oversized man decided it was time to forgo the diplomacy and instead partake in the business of physically removing the smaller presence from the pub.
The man swings with all his power, and ultimately ends up hitting nothing as the man at the bar spins underneath his opponent, glass of drink still in his hand and still giving that more attention than the threat looming over him. Even the patrons of the bar had grown silent, in morbid curiosity at what could become a painful brawl.
The man, now a head full of red, turns around and like a bull rushes towards his target with arms to his side to not give him the chance of dodging a second time. The smaller man, almost expertly, shuffle to his side, and gives a small shove to a brunette that had been with the man, straight into his path, forcing him to ram the emergency break and in just a split second avoid a full on colission with one of his dates.
Before he could even react some more, the smaller man had finished his drink and finally went out onto the attack, smashing the glass straight into the face of the brutish ogre and making him go sprawling at the bar. The small presence follows up with axe-like kicks to the knee as he forces him to his knees, once there, the Irishman finishes it off with a brutal kick to the back of the brutes head making him fall over the floor, his eyes glazed over staring at the lights above him.
The smaller man stepped over him, a cocky smile on his lips as he straightens his jacket.
O'Sheahan: Sorry 'bout that, t'seems like I got a wee bit of blood on your shirt, mate.
Leaning over to a patron that had made way for the fight, he grabs the man's guinness into his hands and takes a sip from the beer, winking at the ladies who looked shocked, appalled, and one in particular very disgusted with the smaller man who had shown little empathy in throwing her in front of the victim earlier.
Despite that, the Irishman sauntered over with a smile.
O'Sheahan: Ladies. You can call me Aidan O'Sheahan. Good luck carrying this shite back to the cab.
O'Sheahan: Now if you'll excuse me, I got a plane to catch, if you wanna see more, go watch FSW on your telly every wednesday, and I'll give you the eyeful.
With those final words, Aidan departs for the door with glass in hand, eyes smiling and ready for the wars that were to come...
SINGLES MATCH
JASON RAYNE
VS CANDY
Watson: What a start to the night we’ve had so far, getting a look at what is in store in 2020 for FSW with new signee Aiden O' Sheahan! It’s only going to get better here as Candy and Jason Rayne go up against each other.
Sydney: Candy has been making the whole FSW roster look like Airheads lately, but she’ll have her hands full with Jason Rayne tonight.
Watson: Obviously Candy has the championship pedigree, Rayne will need to give it all he’s got.
Sydney: It’s going to take a Babe Ruth like effort out of her.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 250 pounds... JASON RAYNE!
'The Game' by Motorhead plays, and the crowd begins to boo as Jason Rayne comes through the entrance. Jason stops for a few seconds to bask in the jeers from the crowd, letting a cold smirk come across his face. Jason then makes his way methodically to the ring. Jason lifts the top rope slightly and nonchalantly ducks under it and steps into the ring. Jason proceeds to casually remove his leather jack and shades, handing them to the referee, who removes them from the ring.
Starr: And his opponent, from Key West, Florida, weighing in at 106 pounds... ‘The Sweet Treat’ CANDY!
Just as "I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter starts to play throughout the arena, fans immediately start to cheer as Candy emerges from the back all smiles as she does a little dance at the top of the stage. Candy begins skipping her way down the aisle as she tags the outstretched hands along the way. She circles half the ring before climbing up on the apron. As she takes a seat on it, Candy blows a kiss into the crowd. She then lays back and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Once she's on her feet again, Candy taunts the crowd until her music subsides.
DING DING DING
Jason Rayne takes the fight to Candy early on trying to use his size to overpower her. Candy however shows off her technical prowess and reverses a few headlock attempts early. Rayne throws Candy off the ropes and she ducks under a clothesline, she comes back off the far rope and hits a drop kick that takes Rayne down to the ground. Candy jumps up quickly and as Jason is on his hands and knees hits a falling down dropkick to the side of his face. Candy gets up and blows another kiss to the crowd as the referee checks on Rayne. Jason waves away the ref and gets up to his feet as Candy comes charging at him. He catches her in midair and he steps out to the side and grabs Candy for a spinning side slam! Rayne goes for the pin!
1….
2….
KICKOUT!
Watson: Big side slam from Jason Rayne there. He put all of his weight into it!
Sydney: Hot Tamale that was a good move!
Both competitors get to their feet at the same time and Jason Rayne throws a wild haymaker towards Candy who throws an arm up to block but is overpowers. Rayne sensing the momentum shifts starts laying a fury of forearm shots to Candy’s back and shoulders. Jason beats her into the corner and then throws a few knees into her midsection. The referee steps in after Jason was holding her against the corner. Finally Rayne backs off. Candy runs at Jason but he hits a swinging neckbreaker and Candy goes down. Rayne tries a pin again.
1….
2….
KICKOUT!
Jason Rayne looks visibly annoyed. He grabs Candy by the hair and throws her into the corner again. Rayne runs at her but Candy is ready this time and catapults herself over Jason. As he turns around she grabs him by the head and hits a bulldog! Candy uses her momentum and goes nearly across the ring. Jason gets up quickly and Candy comes back with a handspring elbow! Rayne goes into the corner and seems out on his feet. Candy capitalizes and jumps up on the second rope and hits a spinning DDT that lays Rayne out. Candy tries for the pin.
1….
2….
NO!!!
Watson: Candy really taking the fight to Jason Rayne now. I’m sure Stitches it watching this backstage in preparation for Wrestlefest.
Sydney: She hit Rayne with a real Whopper there! He better get his head back in the game.
Candy gets to her feet before Jason and she starts using her feet to pound kicks into the midsection of Jason Rayne. She’s clearly trying to weaken Jason to put him away. She keeps volleying kicks until Jason has to roll out of the ring. He steadies himself on his feet and looks up at Candy as she’s leaning on the ropes gesturing for Jason to get back into the ring.
Candy continues to taunt Jason who starts making his way up the corner steps now. Finally Candy lays off and let’s Rayne back in the ring. Her good attitude sticks for just a second before she rushes at Jason as he’s bent over between the ropes. Jason sees this coming though and flings her over his should and Candy goes flying over the ropes. She catches herself at the last second and lands on the apron just as Rayne is getting in the ring. She hops up onto the top rope and then jumps at Jason for a flying forearm smash, Jason catches her in midair VIPER STRIKE! Rayne goes for the pin!
1…..
2…..
3!!!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... JASON RAYNE!
Watson: What a huge win for Jason Rayne here tonight! No better way to finish up a season.
Sydney: You’re right! Candy really saw her Starburst a little bit here tonight.
Watson: It's on to WrestleFest for these two however as Jason Rayne will be in an Ambulance match and Candy gets a shot at Stitches and his FSW title. Well, a lot of action ahead of us tonight, let's pay some bills and we will be right back on this already CRAZY night of Future Stars action!
We head backstage where Wes Walker is with Lisa Goldrush.
Lisa Goldrush: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re joined tonight by the number one contender to the North American Title, Wes Walker!
The crowd back in the arena cheers as Wes pauses for a moment.
Wes Walker: Thanks so much Lisa. I’m happy to be here for the season finale of FSW! But you mentioned something that I’m not quite ready to talk about. I know that I will be facing against Kyle Gautier at WrestleFest, but right now, there’s only one person on my mind and it’s The Mercenary. He claims to be an animal that is finally going to be let loose. But I’ve seen this story before. How many times has Merc ‘let himself loose’? I’m just not ready to believe it. You can tell that he’s afraid of me getting that North American Title. He had his chance to win it. He went toe to toe with Kyle Gautier and he failed. So now he knows that when I beat him tonight and then I beat Kyle at Wrestlefest that his time will be over. He’ll have to go back to Dalilah and the rest of FEUD and lick his wounds.
Lisa Goldrush: Wes, how do you prepare for match like this? Physically, emotionally…
Wes Walker: I prepare like I do for anything. I imagine how I will win the match and then I focus on those areas. Obviously I’ve spent a lot of time on the rock wall these past few weeks. I’ll be the fastest person on that cage you’ve ever seen. I’m also aware that Merc and I are both going to take a beating in that ring. It’s absurd for me to think that I’ll come away unscathed. So I’ve spent a lot of time with altitude training so that I can perform even when I’ll be constantly catching my breath. And emotionally? Come on, I’ve been preparing for this my entire run here in FSW. We all knew that there was only one way that this would end between Mercenary and I. I’m just happy that we’ve finally done it. We’ve reached the end.
Lisa Goldrush: I know you’ve said that you’re not ready to talk about North American Champion Kyle Gautier yet, but now that you’re at the end of your first season in FSW, the idea of finishing out as North American Champion has to be enticing?
Wes Walker: Lisa, I’d be a fool if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind. I came to the FSW to become one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. I love this sport and I love this place. If I could go into the second season of my career as a champion, I would be the happiest man alive. But I know how easy it is to look into the future and abandon the present. I NEED to make it out of here tonight as the champion. If I don’t beat Mercenary one on one inside a steel cage, what kind of champion would I make? But let me tell you this, I know Kyle is going to be watching backstage tonight. And when he sees me come out of that ring, covered in blood, with my hands held high as the winner, he’s going to be shaking in his boots so hard he’ll be barefoot at Wrestlefest.
Lisa Goldrush: Thanks so much Wes, good luck tonight.
Wes winks into the camera and slightly bows towards Lisa before exiting the frame.
SINGLES MATCH
NON TITLE MATCH
ALLEN ANDERSON
VS STITCHES
Watson: Now onto our second match of the night, a match that might not be our official main event but sure as well could end up having Main Event ramifications!
Sydney: You're absolutely right, there Watson. Allen Anderson will have himself a one on one match with our FSW Champion, the Deranged Clown, Stitches!
Watson: Not for the title though, unfortunately for Anderson. But he'll be gunning to get a win over Stitches, and put himself at the very top of the pecking order for a future shot at the FSW Title.
Sydney: Easier said than done with this champion, Watson.
Starr: The following match is a non-title match scheduled for ONE FALL, from HARLEM, NEW YORK, weighing in at 205 pounds... HE IS THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND; ALLEN ANDERSON!
The crowd reacts in full cheer as Allen Anderson struts onto the stage, all confidence, all focus underneath his red hoodie. Sandra Verma flanking him, giving him words of encouragement, Anderson makes his way down the ramp like a prizefighter ready to make himself an even bigger star than he already is. Once in the ring, he leaves Verma in the center as he leaps himself to the top of the turnbuckle, taking off his hoodie and reveling in the cheers of his fans. But Allen's eyes fully focused on the ramp.
Starr: And his opponent, from THE CARNIVAL OF SHATTERED DREAMS, weighing in at 260 pounds... He is your FSW Champion, STITCHES!
On a dime, the crowd turned from cheers to boos as they turn their heads towards the FSW Champion coming onto the stage, belt across his shoulder, and through the smoke and haze the mad grin of the clown was sure to send terror into children, and plenty of adults in the front rows. Making his way down, he made sure to harrass anyone brave enough to lean over for a high five or a selfie with the champion. Eventually making his way onto the apron, tight-roping towards the nearest ring post. Making his way onto the second rope, he throws his arms out and holds the title for everyone to see, to make clear that he is the best competitor in FSW, to the chagrin of everyone else.
DING DING DING
With the bell ringing, Allen Anderson made no effort to test out the champion as he rushes forward and immediately dropkicks Stitches into his corner, before the man could even hand get ready. Hooks and uppercuts land with lightning speed as he tries to force the champion into early trouble, making sure that momentum would always stay on the side of him.
But the Champion, despite the barrage, extends his arm and with a rough shove pushes Anderson half a ring away from him. With Anderson immediately sprinting back for another barrage, Stitches drops himself to his butt and grabs a handful of tights of the on-rushing competitor throwing him head first into the top turnbuckle pad. Popping up, with a lack of hair, he grabs Anderson's neck and just pulls him backwards onto the waiting knee, dropping Anderson to the canvas and giving Stitches a chance to take a walk around the ring.
Watson: Anderson has the freak athleticism to dominate anyone in this business today, but the champ managed to turn the tables just as quickly on the young hero from harlem!
Sydney: Youthful exuberance goes a long way Watson, but against a wiley champion like Stitches you need a lot more than some fast hands and feet to get him on the ropes.
With Anderson trying to shake the cobwebs from his mind after the knee strike, Stitches is quick to harrass him and pull him to the center of the ring. Once there, he drops his knee onto the back of Anderson, trying to use his weight advantage to pin him down. Grabbing an arm, a grin appears on the clown's face as he does an eeny-meeny-miny-moe, before picking a finger and wrenching it back in a way fingers shouldn't bend. Referee Matt Mercer, is quick to admonish, and start administering the five count, but only at four-and-a-half the champion lets go and shrugs off. Before quickly picking the next finger and starting the process over again!
Watson: The champ is trying to debilitate Allen Anderson, and our referee has a hard time keeping Stitches from taking a souvenir with him!
Sydney: Back in my villainous days, a five count was a five count. It's sick, but it's all legal according to the rulebook.
After the third finger, Matt Mercer finally has seen enough and physically shoves the champion away from Allen Anderson, explaining with no uncertain terms that his patience for bending fingers and the rules was stretched thin. Stitches for half a second wants to plead his case, but eventually just shrugs and pushes the referee aside to continue his onslaught.
But Anderson with numbed fingers used his adrenaline to fight through and get himself off the ground before the champ could restart his vicious ways, and the referees attempt to calm things down had given him time to recover enough to jump up to his feet and use Stitches' momentum against him with a scoop slam back first onto the canvas! With the voices of the cheering crowd, and the cheering woman in his corner pushing him on he felt the life surge back into his body.
Stitches quickly got up, but got met with a second scoop slam. And once more he got up quickly, dodging a spinning elbow from Anderson and pushing him back first into his own corner. Showing his own explosive speed, Stitches went from a stand still to top speed with the explosiveness of a football linebacker, going for a corner clothesline on Anderson... But nobody was home, as Anderson does a forward roll to safety and hits a pelé kick that staggers the champ!
Trying to shrug off the kick to his temple, Anderson jumps up to his feet yet again and rushes in with The Guillotine spinning elbow to the same spot he had hit the pelé seconds before, somehow the champion still being able to stay standing. But only for a few more seconds as Anderson steps back, then steps up with the Game Winner Superkick to the chin that fells the tree that is Stitches.
But wait, Stitches counters with the Beautiful Disasterpiece a split second quicker than Anderson could hit his superkick, and somehow, someway, the champion finds the wherewithal to hit a huge move that catches his opponent off-balance! He doesn't wait for any fans, if the clown ever had any, and closes the gap lifting up Anderson and waiting just a few seconds for added impact.
Sydney: A perfect counter from the champion, and now it's time for...
The sound of Silence DDT skull first into the canvas by Stitches, who with a sick grin on his face stared straight at the camera as he rolls Anderson into the pin.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pin fall... STITCHES!
Sydney: Like I said Watson, youthful energy will only get you so far. And Stitches reinforces why he's the champion. Brutal and never pretty, but he's the champion.
Watson: You're right, but I think Stitches knows in his mind like the fans and Anderson that it was a very close call in the end, and I think Anderson showed the world that he has plenty of talent to compete for FSW gold in the future!
Watson: But right now we'll go to a short commercial break, but don't you dare change the channel folk, because we still have two spectacular matches lined up for you. Including what will be a brutal and epic last blood cage match as your main event! Before we head to break though, let's take a look at another new recruit to FSW for 2020... Micky Kinkade!
The EWC cameras switch from the muggy, disgusting, and downright putrid backstage for FSW, to a sunny backyard. A luscious pool can be seen, with hunnies of all types swimming around, chuckiling at the man in the center. Micky Kinkade, living up to his name, has the ladies swarmming around him, one on each arm as he laughs a triumphant laugh.
Micky: And so this big wig was just in my face about contraaaaacts and negotiatioooons, 'ya know, showbiz stuff. I'm a big deal, so these guys wanna rough you up for extra cash, right? So then I brought up my Insurance Policy here, Big Fred-
Big Fred stands at attention above the pool, looking extra tough for the EWC camera crew. Micky still hasn't realized they're there.
Micky: BAM! Right in the kissah! He knocked this guy out so bad his ancestors were feelin' dizzy!
The women all laugh collectively, sounding more forced then anything else. Finally, Micky sees the crew and shoos away the hunnies. He coughs and sits up, acting extra macho.
Micky: Right, you're the uh, CWE dorks right?
Big Fred: EWC.
Micky: OH! Theeeeem! Haha, 'course I knew that. I just expected some respect in my domain.
Big Fred: How so?
Micky: Ya kidding me? Here I am, the next big thing in this sport, and I gotta wait till next year? Their loss. I didn't even wanna work for 'em. I quit. Screw 'em.
Big Fred: ...
Micky: ...They need me, you're right. See, you dorks on the FSW? I see a bunch of basics. One trick ponies who just can't get it done. Me? I'm the whole package baaaaaybeeeee! I'm a prodigy for athletic ability. Amateur wrestling, charisma, sex appeal, all the essentials! I can already sense the women out there salivating over this hot piece of sizzled beauty. Even some of the men, which is, well...
Big Fred: We shouldn't think less of them for it.
Micky: You're right, I'd go ga-ga for me too. What I'm bringin', is a professional to this brand. BRAWL? Rampage? Forget 'em. FSW is my playpen, and the only show that'll matter for a long time! So just know, I'll be keeping a pretty close eye on the action. Well, I mean, Big Fred will, and he'll pretty much kill half of the roster.
Big Fred: Probably. More then likely.
Micky: That's the spirit! Haha! Be warned nerds!
With that, the cameras go away from the Kinkade residence.
TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
ROBBIE RAYDER & EZIO DELUCA
VS LUNCH TIME
Watson: We are back to the 2019 Finale of FSW. We are LIVE at the Oracle Arena in Oakland, California and it has been an explosive night!
Sydney: I don't know how we can top what we have seen so far, but we bloody sure will try! Unfortunately for us, this is not the time.
Watson: What are you talking about, Cid? We've got the Number One Contenders to the Tag Team Championships in Lunch Time taking on former FSW Champion Robbie Rayder and his partner for the evening, Ezio DeLuca!
Sydney: And all four of them bore the ever-livin' out of me!
Watson: Well, I tend to disagree. And speaking of Lunch Time, let's go to the back with Lisa Goldrush who is going to attempt to get a word with the two men from Iowa!
We cut to the gorilla position where Meat and Tater are ready to enter for their match. Meat has a turkey leg in his right hand and Tater has the basket of dinner rolls. Lisa Goldrush catches up to them.
Goldrush: Excuse me, Lunch Time. Do you have any final thoughts before heading out to the ring for your final match before you take on the Tag Team Champions? A loss tonight could potentially derail your momentum heading into WrestleFest.
Tater: Yes. We have one thought - - - We are so offended!
Goldrush: Offended?
Meat: We are offended!
Goldrush: By...
Meat takes a large bite out of the turkey leg.
Tater: Ezio said that we don't take care of our bodies. And that is fully inaccurate!
Meat: Maybe partially inaccurate.
Tater: MAYBE partially inaccurate!
Meat: We are CONSTANTLY putting nutrients into our bodies! Proteins!
Tater: Carbs!
Meat: Proteins!
Tater: We sleep.
Meat: Eat.
Tater: Train.
Meat: Eat.
Tater: Perform.
Meat: Eat.
Tater: Yes, I said "train." Whether you'd like to believe it or not. We don't all have to be chiseled gods like you, Ezio. Mr. football star. Guess what. We were football stars, too!
Meat: But we were linemen! And linemen are sexy!
Tater: Don'tcha think so, Lisa?
Before Goldrush can answer, Meat puts a finger on her lips to hush her.
Meat: It's okay. We won't put you on the spot.
Tater takes a bite out of a dinner roll and speaks with a mouthful.
Tater: Ith Lunth Thime. Happy Thankthgiving.
The two smile at Lisa as we cut back to ringside.
Starr: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
"Everybody Wants Some" begins blaring throughout the Oracle Arena and Meat and Tater come out from behind the curtain. Both big men have chefs hats on top of their heads as Meat wields a turkey leg in his right hand. Tater, with a wicker basket under his arm, gets the crowd pumped up as Meat takes a large bite out of the turkey leg. Tater begins tossing bread rolls out into the crowd from the basket as they casually stroll to the ring.
Starr: Coming down the aisle at a combined weight of 642 pounds! MEAT! TATER! They are LUNCH TIME!
Meat and Tater get into the ring and now both men are tossing rolls into the crowd. Tater takes his wicker basket and throws it towards the front row. They bounce off of the ropes and do a massive chest bump in the middle of the ring.
Watson: These two big men have already put themselves on the map, so to speak, since joining the EWC. A win over Bullet Hell in their debut led to a Gauntlet Match victory at YoungBlood. A match in which they ran through the likes of Bullet Hell again, the Shieldmaidens, and the seemingly one-off team of Stalker and Jordan Sharpe known as The Rising Tide!
Sydney: Blah, blah, blah! They're big fat oafs that are never going to truly amount to anything!
Watson: I wouldn't say that quite yet. In just sixteen days they will take on Iggy Swango and Melody Malone, the EWC Tag Team Champions, FOR the gold at WrestleFest! That match will truly tell us where they are talent-wise.
"Movin' On Up" by Primal Scream starts to play as Ezio DeLuca appears on the entrance ramp. He winks at a few adoring fans in the crowd and picks out one lucky fan for a blown kiss.
Starr: And their opponents... first, from Providence, Rhode Island... weighing in at two hundred and forty-four pounds... EZIO DELUCAAAAA!
He climbs up the steps to the ring, smirking at the crowd as he slowly and carefully bends over through the top and middle ropes to enter. One final wink to the crowd and he carefully folds his feathery robe over the turnbuckle, ready to go.
Watson: Ezio DeLuca debuted three weeks ago on our last episode. He took on Allen Anderson in an impressive showing, tapping Anderson out to The Federal Hill Lock!
Sydney: Any time you make somebody throw in the towel you've got to feel good about yourself. If I had to pick sides in this match, I would root for this team of DeLuca and Rayder to come out with the victory!
The lights go out in the arena then a fog covers the entrance. The lights slowly come up as Robbie Rayder, wearing long purple tights and black boots, walks out through the fog and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to his lips.
Starr: And his opponent... from Key West, Florida... weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds... ROBBIE RAAAAAYDER!
Rayder looks out at the crowd as he walks half way down towards the ring, then runs towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He gets to a knee then gets to his feet, leaning out through the middle and top ropes, playing to the crowd. Finally, he walks over to his corner to discuss things with Ezio.
Watson: Once a former FSW Champion, Robbie Rayder has had quite the tenure here in the EWC!
Sydney: He has. But, as Lunch Time pointed out, he hasn't had quite the success he's been looking for in the past few months. I predict that he will be back on track following this match!
DING DING DING
Rayder and Meat started this match. Meat looked out to the crowd to pump them up. Rayder, all business as usual, brushed this aside and went after Meat. He drilled Meat in the jaw with an elbow and pushed him back into the ropes. He Irish-whipped the big man, who reversed it. As Rayder came off of the ropes, Meat ducked down for a back body-drop. Rayder leapt over Meat and bounced off of the other ropes. As Meat spun around, Rayder connected with a beautiful dropkick that rocked Meat back into his corner. Tater tagged himself in and stepped through. Rayder stayed on the offensive, meeting Tater as he came into the ropes with forearm smashes to the shoulder blades. Rayder hooked Tater up, looking for a vertical suplex. But Tater overpowered Rayder and connected with a suplex of his own in the middle of the ring. Tater jumped up and went to splash Rayder on the mat, but Rayder rolled out of the way. Tater connected with the mat face-first and then got up to his knees holding his jaw. Rayder delivered a spinning kick right into Tater’s chest. Rayder ran off of the ropes again and Tater got to his feet. Rayder jumped up and connected with a running hurricanrana, which sent Tater through the ropes and to the outside.
Watson: Very fast start for Robbie Rayder, tonight!
Sydney: He’s showing why exactly he was the FSW Champion at one point in time!
As Meat joined Tater on the outside, Rayder walked over and tagged in Ezio. Ezio ran along the apron and climbed around the ring post to be closer to Lunch Time. He then ran down the apron and jumped off, hitting both men with The Anchor Drop. Ezio pulled Tater to his feet and rolled him into the ring and covered, but only got a two count. Ezio stood up and waited for Tater to get to his feet. As Tater got up, Ezio went for the PVDrop. Tater caught Ezio, however, and hit him with a side suplex. He got up to his feet and tagged Meat, who was now back on the apron, into the match. Meat began climbing to the top turnbuckle and then leapt off with a huge, heavy splash on DeLuca! He stayed on for a cover and nearly got a three count before Rayder came into the ring and stomped on the back of Meat’s head.
Watson: That was a LOT of weight on the chest of Ezio DeLuca! Robbie Rayder JUST BARELY saved the day!
Now all four men were in the ring. Meat and Tater began double-teaming Rayder in the corner as Ezio started to recover. Tater whipped Rayder across the ring and ran after with a huge splash. Immediately, Meat followed up with a splash of his own!
Sydney: This is utter chaos, right now! The referee has got to get control!
Ezio got up to a three point stance and ran at Tater, drilling him with The Rundown to knock Tater out of the ring. Meat turned his attention to Ezio and went for a right haymaker. Ezio ducked it and nailed Meat with the PVDrop! He covered!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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Tater slid into the ring to break it up, but Rayder grabbed Tater’s ankle to prevent him from getting close!
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: Here are your winners… the team of Robbie Rayder and Ezio DeLuca!
Watson: How about that? This makeshift team of Rayder and DeLuca take down the Number One Contenders for the Tag Team Championships!
Sydney: Just as I said they would!
Watson: The question now has to be asked: Will Lunch Time be ready for America's Most Hated at WrestleFest?
Sydney: No one is ready for America's Most Hated! They are going to wipe the floor with these two snot nosed punks!
Watson: The BIGGER question though: How invested in this match is Melody Malone with Cyrus Black waiting for her three days later?... We'll be right back folks after we are introduced to Major General Clara Monroe!
The camera cuts backstage where flurries of activity continues. It is, after all, the FSW finale. Tensions are running high. Preparation for Wrestlefest has everyone feeling excited, jumpy, and a little overwhelmed. The camera spots a newcomer to FSW, Clara Monroe, sitting alone on a chair. She’s fiddling with something in her hand, but it’s not quite recognizable at first glance. Upon getting closer, it’s a picture of a man. A young man in an army uniform. Clara is thumbing over it, almost in a self-soothing kind of way. Her breath is regulated. Almost calculated. But her attention seems elsewhere. Not on the FSW or her debut in the EWC, but solely on the photo. She strokes the image of the man’s face and begins to speak.
Clara Monroe: I don’t remember his voice anymore. Isn’t that an odd thing? Not being able to remember the voice of someone so important to you? My mother says he was a really kind man. The kind of guy that stands out from the others because he doesn’t try to get your attention. He just pays attention. He notices small things... Noticed... He noticed small things.
She stops thumbing the picture and sits upright, almost as if there was a mechanical part of her body telling her how to move most efficiently from one motion to the next.
Clara Monroe: I don’t know what he would think if he saw me here. Doing this. I’m not sure I even really want to know. Would he approve of it? Would he think it was a good idea? Or bad idea? Would he understand?
Clara’s tone of voice is almost completely void of emotion. She presents these questions with complete sincerity, but also without any indication to tell the listener what the words make herself feel.
Clara Monroe: Well… it’s maybe too late to think about all that now. I’m here. I’m preparing. I have a goal. I know he would like that. Me having a clear goal and intention. It’s one of the only things I know he would approve of in all this.
Clara stands up and looks directly at the camera. Stone-faced.
Clara Monroe: My goal is simple. To win. To defeat my enemies. By any means necessary. And nothing – nobody – is going to keep me from achieving this goal.
LAST BLOOD CAGE MATCH
WES WALKER
VS MERCENARY
Watson: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! Our main event for the finale of FSW is about to begin, and what a fight we're gonna have!
Sydney: Indeed! We get to see Wes Walker and Mercenary beat the crap out of each other in a Last Blood Cage Match!
Watson: These two have battled before Cid, and this time I'm sure will be no different other than the stipulation. This match, that is apparently a creation of our General Manager, is taking two different gimmicks and combing them into one bloody good time! this is a traditional cage match in that a victory can only happy via escape from the cage or a submission inside the cage. No pinfalls, no count outs and no DQs are allowed. HOWEVER, the escape or pinfall cannot happen until BOTH competitors are visibly bleeding!
Sydney: Get ready folks! Like it or not, there will be blood! Anyone who may be queasy should cover their eyes, as well as those with young children! FSW is going to end on a very bloody note!
Starr: The following match is a Last Blood Cage Match, and is scheduled for one fall or escaping via the cage! Introducing first from Galway, Ireland, weighing in at 185 pounds... WES WALKER!
Pyros hit and "Perfection Through Silence" by Finch begins to play Wes Walker jumps out from the back with a spin kick. He stops at the top of the ramp puts his hands together and bows quickly to the ring and then turns to the left and right and bows the audience. He walks down the ramp and is high-fiving fans as he does. He slides under the bottom rope and pops up. He shakes hands with the ref and gets in his corner.
Starr: And his opponent, from the darkest realms of regret and rage I give you, led to the ring by the Deepest Desire Dalilah Ashe, It's time to meet the monster... it's time to meet:
The Mercenary
Mercenary walks into a flashing red light. His face is painted with war paint resembling The Punisher skull logo. He is stiff... hard... Frankenstein's deadly creation come to life. Smoke rolls in and with it comes the beautiful Dalilah Ashe. She grasps his arm and pulls herself to his immobile steel frame. They stand in the smoke and fire before starting towards the ring at a steady pace filled with anger and purpose.
Mercenary walks into a flashing red light. His face is painted with war paint resembling The Punisher skull logo. He is stiff... hard... Frankenstein's deadly creation come to life. Smoke rolls in and with it comes the beautiful Dalilah Ashe. She grasps his arm and pulls herself to his immobile steel frame. They stand in the smoke and fire before starting towards the ring at a steady pace filled with anger and purpose.
DING DING DING
Whereas we normally see a more calm and friendly Wes, that isn't what is displayed. Gone are the smiles and friendly waves. A more stoic than usual look crosses his face as he locks eyes with Mercenary. Walker sneaks a glance behind him and sees that, sure enough, the cage is locked shut with a padlock.
He turns around ... and does so just in the nick of time to avoid a vicious Bicycle Kick from Mercenary.
Mercenary looks briefly impressed at the agility shown from Wes; but that reaction doesn't linger on his face for more than perhaps five seconds. He quickly proceeds to hoist Walker up and brings him down with a brutal DDT, smashing Wes' head against the canvas!
He groans and holds his forehead. The camera zooms in, but we see he isn't yet busted open. Wes is, without any doubt, dazed, hinted by him stumbling slightly on his feet.
Watson: Oof. This match may have just started, but it seems like both wrestlers are wasting as little time as possible to try to bust one another open.
Sydney: Considering how this match works, it's honestly perhaps the best approach to take. Got any bets who'll bust open first? My money's on Wes.
While Wes is trying to recover, Mercenary has moved to one of the corners and is ripping and tearing apart the protective padding off a turnbuckle. He smirks as he looks at the steel rod, looking very smug and satisfied with his work. Mercenary quickly pivots on his feet and starts dragging Walker towards the exposed corner.
But by now, he's gotten rid of his headache well enough to see what Mercenary is attempting to do.
Wes slams a knee up into Mercenary's midsection, forcing the taller fighter to let go. He then takes advantage of the opening presented to him and wraps his arms around Mercenary's waist, mustering all of his strength and throwing him over with an impressive Belly To Belly Suplex!
The crowd cheers at the display of strength and athleticism. Wes, meanwhile, is panting heavily, trying to regain his breath. Once again, the camera zooms up ... and though it isn't a large amount, we do see blood trickling down the side of Mercenary's temple.
This seems to only get the audience even more excited as their cheers increase in both volume and frequency!
The EWC Outlaw, meanwhile, looks anything but happy about Wes gaining that edge over him first, let alone with his own make shift weapon. Mercenary storms towards Wes, refusing to let him get too much oxygen back. He lifts Walker quickly up, thrusting him onto the canvas with an Alabama Slam that causes the entire ring to quake!
For a few seconds, it looks like it may outright collapse.
And because it appears to get that dangerous ... we see Dalilah roll out from underneath the ring!
Watson: Wait just a second ... why the hell is she here?! I know she accompanies Mercenary and all, but ... I don't remember her walking inside when the cage was locked.
Sydney: Seems like she snuck in. I admire her devotion, but it's definitely incredibly dangerous for her to be here.
Mercenary is seeming to tell Dalilah the exact same thing, as he looks a bit worried, maybe even panicked, to see her inside with him and Wes. Dalilah rolls her eyes as she points and reminds Mercenary the cage is still locked.
She then points behind her partner, but The EWC Outlaw is a few seconds too late to avoid a Flying Knee that lands hard in Mercenary's gut! A growl elicits from Mercenary as he grips tightly onto Wes' waist, refusing to let go.
He lifts him as high up into the air as he can ... and keeps him in place.
Despite his struggles, Walker can't get away!
Once more, he is brought down hard onto the canvas, causing the ring to shudder violently as Mercenary slams Wes onto the mat with a Delayed Fall Away Slam! But he's not done! Mercenary forces Walker to his feet, keeping him in the dead center of the ring.
Wes looks damn well nearly out of it. He manages to think quickly enough to bite his lip and force himself to keep himself conscious.
Unfortunately, he turns around too late and is hit by The EWC Outlaw, who launches himself off the top turnbuckle with a perfectly nailed Moonsault! He purposely places his boot against Wes' head!
And it does exactly what Mercenary was hoping for. When the camera zooms up, it's confirmed! Both wrestlers are now officially busted open!
Watson: There it is, everyone! With this, the options to escape or go for a pinfall are now on the table!
Sydney: Let's see who can pull it off. I may have lost my bet against who got busted open, but what about who wins? Wanna do that?
Watson: Thanks, but no thanks. I'll pass.
Dalilah looks very pleased with Mercenary, who turns and flashes a coy smirk at her. She then points upward towards the top of the cage. The EWC Outlaw stares upward for a few moments ... before slowly nodding, seeming to understand and agree with her idea.
He lifts Wes over his shoulders via a fireman's carry and begins climbing up the cage!
Walker struggles a few times, but then stops out of fear of plummeting and having an unwanted near-death experience.
The fight has literally been taken to the top of the cage. Wes looks over the side ... but recalls that he's not alone and ducks in time as Mercenary tries to grapple with him. Seeing he has no real choice but to fight back, Wes takes a breath to calm himself and focuses once more on the here and now.
When Mercenary charges forth to try to pull him into a maneuver, Walker dodges once again. This time, he counters with a Bulldog, causing The Mercenary's body and head to violently land against the top of the cage.
Dalilah is pacing ... but not for long. Soon, she climbs up and, likely due to her desperation, gets up faster than anyone would have expected.
Both Wes and Mercenary stare in disbelief at her, insisting she climb right back down and wait for the match to end. But Dalilah refuses to budge!
Mercenary glares a hole through his partner ... before moving forward. Likely to see about helping her land on the floor.
Wes sees an opening ... and hits Mercenary in the back with a Hurricanrana! This causes him to bump against Dalilah! The EWC Outlaw quickly tries to grab her hand, trying his damnedest to keep her from falling, but NO!
A blood-curdling scream is heard from Dalilah as she lands on the commentator's table! Mercenary lets out his own furious scream, barely able to believe what he witnessed.
Sydney: Holy crap! We need some medics here, ASAP!
Watson: And a new table! But yes, doctors first and foremost!
Mercenary turns, looking to literally rip Wes to pieces. Alas, Walker is quite a few steps ahead of The EWC Outlaw, and has taken advantage of his shocked state to descend the cage. He looks a bit ashamed in resorting to fleeing over fighting, but he decides to live so he can fight another season, so to speak. Mercenary starts to chase down after him, but Wes' feet touch the ground first!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via escaping the cage ... WES WALKER!
Watson: I'm ... literally speechless. I know we promised there would be blood, but holy crap.
Sydney: I gotta admit, this was definitely more than even I expected.
Mercenary immediately gets to the floor and runs to check on Delilah Ashe as Wes looks on with not a look of concern, but a look of content.
Watson: ... I'm still at a slight loss for words, but I need to say something. So .. thank you, everyone, for joining me and Sydney for another amazing season of FSW! Happy Holidays to everyone and don't forget that EWC's season totally wraps up with WrestleFest starting December 13th for a FOUR day festival of Music, Food and most important of all... Wrasslin'! We'll be back on the air February 5th, 2020 for the next season of the best show on Wednesday night, Future Stars of Wrestling! Mark your calendars! Until then, goodbye and Happy Holidays!
The scene fades to black as paramedics are tending to Delilah as Mercenary stares down Wes Walker.
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Wes Walker
@aidensheahan
Lunch Time
@kinkymicky
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Wes Walker
MATCH TWO
WRITER: @aidensheahan
MATCH THREE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders
MATCH FOUR MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH
Jason Rayne Vs Candy
WINNER: Jason Rayne
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SINGLES MATCH/NON TITLE MATCH
Allen Anderson Vs Stitches
WINNER: Stitches
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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
Robbie Rayder & Exio DeLuca Vs Lunch Time
WINNERS: Ezio DeLuca & Robbie Rayder
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LAST BLOOD CASE MATCH
Wes Walker Vs Mercenary
WINNER: Wes Walker
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Ezio DeLuca
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Ezio DeLuca & Robbie Rayder Vs Lunch Time
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