FSW #94 ST. JOHN'S, NEWFOUNDLAND AND LABRADOR, CANADA
Mar 4, 2020 23:29:51 GMT -6
Ruthless Aggression, FN'R, and 2 more like this
Post by PARAMOUNT on Mar 4, 2020 23:29:51 GMT -6
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation Presents
Unknown Man: Allen Anderson?
“Superstar” by For Squirrels begins to blast over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
The fans packing the Cow Palace 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 Daly City knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show on Wednesday night is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy riffs from 'Superstar' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.
** THE LAST STOP BEFORE STRANGLEMANIA **
EPISODE #94
EPISODE #94
MARCH 4TH, 2020
LIVE! from the Mile One Center - St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, CanadaWARNING: 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.
Allen Anderson is seen exiting his 2018 Kia Stinger GT AWD rent a car. He takes out his luggage from his trunk and is about to head towards the arena until a white 2019 BMW 5 Series slowly drives right in front of him. Irritated and confused, Allen takes a small step backwards watching the dim window rolling down to reveal a pudgy man wearing a black jacket suit and tan shirt and pants. His small brown eyes examined Allen darting up and down appearing giddy as a smile formed across his face.
Unknown Man: Allen Anderson?
Allen (confused tone): Yes that’s me. Are…. You a fan? You want an autograph?
The man laughs snorting as he did so, Allen scrunched up his face cringing a bit.
Unknown man: No! I mean yes! I love wrestling! I’ve been a fan since the eighties! (Imitates Hulk Hogan) Where Hulkamania was running wild brother!
Allen laughs nervously
Allen: Y-yeah he was….. okay. (Allen looks around for security) Listen why are you driving in front of man? You know that’s rude?
The man’s smile began to fade his expression becoming more serious and professional.
Unknown Man: Right….. Mr. Anderson my name Joseph Coleman, I’m a lawyer representing James Todd Smith also known as LL Cool J. I’m here to issue to you a statement on his behalf.
Allen’s eyebrows rose up in shock, he began to stumble back struggling to find his words.
Allen (Panicked): W-What’s going on? What did I do wrong?!
Joseph exits his vehicle taking out a paper walking towards Allen. He hands the paper over to Allen as he began to frantically scan the contents.
Coleman: The following statement says that Mr. Smith wishes to withdraw his music from FSW. Starting tonight, you no longer have the right to use Mr. Smith’s music in any capacity. Any use of Mr. Smith’s music from here on out will be liable for a lawsuit.
Allen: B-But why?! I got LL Cool J told me at Wrestlefest that he was a fan of me! He was so impressed that he allowed me to use Mama Said Knock You Out! Now 8 hours before the show begins I’ll be left without any entrance music.
Coleman: Well Mr. Anderson, LL Cool J has decided that he wasn’t interested in investing in the wrestling industry. Sure EWC is easily the best wrestling company in the world but compared to the film industry and even the video game industry, he figured he rather focus his energies on them.
Allen just stared at Coleman mouth agape flabbergasted what had just transpired.
Coleman: Mr. Smith says that there’s no hard feelings and that he remains fan of you Allen. It’s just that his resources are best reallocated elsewhere.
Allen (in a bitter tone): A simple phone call would suffice.
Coleman: It could yes! But this was done last minute and I Mr. Smith graciously allowed me to use private plane to arrive on time! And that I have errrr other things I like to discuss with your boss: The General Manager Chris Brock. I have an appointment with him tonight during FSW.
Allen raises an eyebrow
Allen: About what?
Coleman began to sweat profusely frantically looking around.
Coleman: It’s a top secret conversation between him and I! I don’t why you’re so nosy Allen?! You got a match to prepare for against Ezio! I got to make sure that Chris Brock helps fulfill my dream of being the very best like no one ever was.
Allen: What the fuck? I didn’t know Brock plays Pokémon.
Coleman: THAT’S NOT WHAT I- You know what Mr. Anderson just go! Go to the arena!
Allen: But what music I’m going to use tonight?
Coleman: I DON’T’ FUCKING CARE!
Allen began to sidestep Joseph looking at him as though he was a crazy hobo that he saw as a child. He began jogging towards the arena as Joseph was left alone smiling to himself.
Coleman: Oh Allen you don’t know do ya?! Today is the day that I realize lifelong dream becoming the greatest professional wrestler of all time. Today is the day that the world will never the name Joseph Coleman!
A man nearly bumps into Joseph’s car.
Man (Honking furiously): Hey get the fuck out of the way asshole!
Joseph is flushed with embarrassment.
Coleman: Sorry! My bad!
Joseph gets into his car and drives away looking for a place to park as the scene fades to the normal FSW opening package...
“Superstar” by For Squirrels begins to blast over the arena speakers as our feed comes to life...
The scene immediately cuts to a pyro show erupting on the outside of the Cow Palace!
Then a cut to another, equally explosive show on the inside!
Then a cut to another, equally explosive show on the inside!
The fans packing the Cow Palace 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 Daly City knows that the self-proclaimed greatest show on Wednesday night is about to begin and they cheer accordingly! The heavy riffs from 'Superstar' continue to blare over the arena, setting the tone for what is to come later on this evening.
IT'S ALL I WANT, IT'S ALL I NEED
IT'S ALL I SEE, IT'S ALL I BREATHE
IT'S WHAT I AM, IT'S WHAT'S I KNOW
IT'S WHAT I FEEL, IT'S WHAT I BLEED!
IT'S ALL I SEE, IT'S ALL I BREATHE
IT'S WHAT I AM, IT'S WHAT'S I KNOW
IT'S WHAT I FEEL, IT'S WHAT I BLEED!
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 five-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 Robbie Rayder 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 Candy,Mercenary, Jason Rayne, Allen Anderson, Ezio DeLuca and finally Kyle Gautier. Then, the camera cuts to a shot from WrestleFest 2019 with Wes Welker winning the North American championship before fading into a shot of Stitches standing tall over Candy, the FSW title in the air...
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:
"CHAMP VS CHAMP: EVERYONE WINS!"
"NSFW=NOT SAFE FOR WRESTLING"
"MERCENARY: THE BLUE COLLAR OUTLAW"
"I WANT CANDY!!!"
"BUDDY LOVE: THE BEST KIND OF LOVE"
"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: THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT! This is NOT a drill! Ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME to the last episode of FSW before STRANGLEMANIA!
Sydney: My God what a show we have for you all tonight. NINE matches... that's right, NINE! We have everything from debuting stars, to veterans that are looking to impress before one of the biggest shows in professional wrestling history... to what could be the greatest Tag Team to compete in the last decade appearing on FSW FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY and soooo much more!
Watson: That's right, Cid! We have an absolute banger lined up for you. We have so much going on that we don't even have time to sit here and talk about it!
Sydney: 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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SINGLES MATCH
Marina Avgeropoulos
VS Ben Superior
Watson: We’re getting ready for our first match here tonight, ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else, and it should be exciting.
Sydney: Any why exactly would that be?
Watson: Well, Sydney, I understand both of these superstars are so anxious to get a piece of each other, that they asked for additional screen time leading up to tonight. Now, they finally get to step in the ring.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall, from AFRICA, making his way to the ring, weighing 165 pounds, the African dominator, BEN SUPERIOR!
Pyros hit and "All I do is win" by Dj Khaled begins to play and the lights go off the arena. Ben is then ushered by a spotlight to the ring.
Starr: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds... MARINA AVGEROPOULOS!
The arena is plunged into darkness for a moment as "Waiting Game" by BANKS began playing. After about 30 seconds, Marina Avgeropoulos walks out onto the stage, but she isn’t alone.
Watson: Hang on, that’s...that’s Jessica Tendonin!
Sydney: Yay, everyone’s favorite loser.
Watson: When we were told she’d be managing Marina, I don’t think anyone expected to see her here tonight!
Sydney: Doesn’t look like she’s staying.
Jessica Tendonin holds Marina by the shoulders, giving her a bit of last minute advice before pointing at the ring. Marina nods as she now begins making her way to the ring. Rolling into the ring now, Marina looks around the arena, and then at Ben Superior.
DING DING DING
Ben and Marina meet in the center of the ring and lock up, with Ben immediately gaining the upper hand and shoving her backwards. Marina catches her footing and charges at Ben, but the African Dominator side steps her, sending her into the ropes.On the rebound, Marina is caught right in the face with a Spinning Heel Kick. Ben grabs Marina, pulling her to her feet, and her face is turning red from her busted nose.
Watson: Marina looks to have a broken nose from that kick from Ben, she’s going to need medical attention soon!
Sydney: Hey, she better get her head in the match, or a broken nose will be the least of her worries.
Ben drove an elbow into Marina’s face, several times, until blood was everywhere. As Marina staggers backwards, Ben grabs her head and drives Marina into the mat. For the next several minutes, Ben maintains control of the match, keeping the dragon grounded, even hitting her with All Will Fail, which causes her face to bleed again. Eventually, Marina begins mounting a comeback, but Ben quickly slows her down with a spear. A turning point comes as Ben climbs the turnbuckle, attempting his Diving Elbow. Marina rolls out of the way, getting to her feet quickly.
Watson: Marina to her feet now, stalking Ben from behind. If she can take this reprieve and turn it all around, she may win this match!
Sydney: Ben was doing so good, and this small bump doesn't mean it’s over.
Two German Suplexes later, Marina was gaining control of the match slowly. Then, Ben attempts to nail Marina with a Brick to Face, but the young Clevelander ducks behind Ben, hooking his arms and then knocking his feet out from under him, sending him plummeting to the mat, face first. Marina goes to cover Ben, but he pokes her in the eye, causing her to stumble backwards. As Ben gets to his feet, he charges at Marina, who counters with a kick to the gut before grabbing his head and driving him to the mat, and then rolling over to lock in the Anaconda Vice.
Watson: Marina nails the Meditterranean Mishap, and she’s got the vice locked in! After the Darkness of Three, Ben may not have enough left in the tank to keep from tapping or passing out!
Sydney: This is the moment where find out if his first win was a fluke, or is the African Dominator the real deal.
Watson: He’s tapping! It’s over, Ben Superior has tapped out!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via submission....MARINA AVGEROPOULOS!
Watson: A successful debut here by Marina, folks, and I must say, both of these superstars put on a great performance.
Sydney: Ben Superior dominated most of this match, but we all know how quickly the tide can turn. I expect both will have something to say about this match afterwards.
Watson: Definitely a great match to start the show with. Alright, folks, next up, we have Chris Maverick Vs Joseph Hall! I'm being told that right now though we have go to backstage where Lisa Goldrush is standing by.
Backstage, Lisa Goldrush almost meekly approaches the intimidating looking wall of humanity standing in front of NSFW’s private locker room. It’s a bit unsettling- it brings to mind, briefly, a time of hulks like these patrolling the back in riot masks. Still, she has a job to do and squares her shoulders, bridging the gap between herself and the private security.
Goldrush: Excuse me. I’m Lisa Goldrush, and I’d like a word with NSFW. Please.
The largest of the trio looks down at the interviewer, snorts, and taps on a bluetooth earpiece he’s wearing.
Security: Hey. Someone’s out here for you. Lucy Goldnugget or something. Should I tell her to scram? … Okay.
Giving a look to his fellows, he nods and the wall, much to Lisa’s surprise, parts, the door opening just enough for Mike McGuire to poke their head out.
McGuire: Hey, sweetcheeks. My partner and I decided you can talk to us as long as your questions ain’t fuckin’ stupid.
Goldrush: Well, for one, you and Bishop Church have gone on record that shows like FSW are ‘beneath you’. Not worth your time. Why the change of heart now?
The door widens a little more to include Church.
Church: Because Chris Brock is paying us, in just one show, what most of these “future stars” get in a year.
Goldrush: This… I have to say out of everything, this is the part of all this I understand the least. We may not have crossed paths often but I’m familiar with your work, and out of all the motivations you could have, base greed seems… out of character. The violence is easier to get, frankly.
Church smiles at her in a patronizing manner.
Church: That’s okay. You don’t get us. Hey, Lisa, you remember David Scott? He was here for a cup of coffee under a different name awhile back. To make a long story short, he’s the guy who comes here every few months, talks a big game, rambles about his demons and darkness consuming him and then when he has to come up big, he ghosts. Anyway, he chirps at us. Mike hands me the phone and the back and forth amounted to this right here. He didn’t get us. We keep telling all of you but you don’t listen.
He pauses.
Church: You want to analyze us, all of you do, but we are just here to conduct business. And business is a transaction, Lisa. No one here would do this for free and if they said so, they’d be full of shit.
McGuire: And speaking of full of shit, let’s talk about Lunch Time for a second. I understand they’re the darlings around here. Everybody loves the goofy-ass fatsos throwing them food. Sluts for crowd approval, like I said before. But you know what? That’s just fine. We love playing with crowd favorites. Now if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got a match to prep for, and frankly, you’re starting to bore us.
The door abruptly slams shut, the trio of security resituating themselves as Lisa takes the hint and leaves. Fade to black.
SINGLES MATCH
Chris Maverick
VS Joseph Hall
Watson: Tonight is off to a hot start already, what a lead up to Stranglemania XV we’ve got tonight.
Sydney: Yup.
Watson: What’s wrong Cid? We’ve got a great match between Chris Maverick and Joseph Hall coming up here.
Sydney: Yeah, I know, it’s just, time seems to be going by too fast. You never get to stop and smell the roses anymore Tim. Why not?
Watson: I don’t know Cid, I also don’t know why on earth we’d be talking about this right now. Let’s just go to the ring.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL from The Graveyard, weighing in at 235 pounds... CHRIS MAVERICK!
"Sing From The Gallows" by Diablo BLVD blasts through the PA boxes, as Chris Maverick stumbles his way out, with a crazed look around to the fans. Maverick's eyes are widened and he has a sly smirk on his face. Maverick slowly walks down the ramp, slapping his head. When Maverick slaps his head, he turns to an angered expression and slowly makes his way up the steps. Maverick looks around at all of the booing fans, and ignores them.
Maverick steps in the ring, and runs towards the ropes where he raises his arm over it. Maverick paces around back and forth, and then slaps his head. Maverick smiles again, and hits the ropes. Maverick falls down on his back and claps for himself, laughing as he does it. Maverick rolls to his feet, and takes his jacket off.
Maverick drops his jacket out of the ring, as he starts talking to himself, and mutters something to the referee. The referee has a confused look on his face, and Maverick pats his back, before laughing to himself again, as if he had just made an extremely funny joke. Maverick laughs his way into the corner, until he stops, and his angry expression is back, as he waits.
Starr: And his opponent, from OLYMPIA, WASHINGTON, weighing in at 257 pounds... JOSEPH HALL!
Hall walks down the rampway, slapping the outreached hands of fans and rolls into the ring. He springs to his feet and rushes to the ropes nearest the camera, stepping one foot on the middle rope and raising his right arm up high. He steps back and admires the crowd once more before stepping into his corner.
DING DING DING
Chris Maverick charges at Joseph Hall early and lays a barrage of forearms to the shoulders and back of Hall as Maverick pushes him into the corner. The referee gets him and breaks off Maverick and Chris is incensed at the ref. Hall stands up tall and collects himself. After finishing protesting to the ref Chris charges at Hall again but he’s ready for it this time. Joe ole’s Maverick and throws him into the corner. Joe grabs his wrist and whips him into the opposite corner, chasing behind him and hitting a splash in the corner! Joe backs out and Chris stumbles forward, Joe grabs him by the head, DDT!
Watson: Joseph Hall continuing to impress here. He fought off Maverick’s early attacks and has been able to take control.
Sydney: Maverick is a man unleashed Tim, let’s not pretend like Hall has done anything but get lucky.
Almost on cue, as Joe is pulling Chris up to his feet, Maverick takes the upper hand. He fights back with forearms and elbows that forces Joe Hall back. Maverick charges at Hall with a leaping knee and it forces Hall into the corner and wiped out. Maverick makes his way over and puts Hall onto the top rope in a sitting position. Maverick sets him up for a superplex but Joseph fights out of it. He lands a clean shot to the chin and Maverick falls down to the mat. Hall jumps from the second rope and hits an elbow drop. He goes for the pin.
1…..
2…..
No! Maverick kicks out!
Joe looks at the ref in shock. Maverick is grabbing at his forehead and then rolls to his hands and knees. Joe gets to his feet and rushes at Maverick and tries to drive his knee into Mavericks head but Chris catches it and stands up in a feet of strength to lifts Joe onto his shoulders and hits a huge fallaway slam! Maverick goes for the pin now!
1….
2…..
NO!
Watson: Quick back and forth action here, Chris Maverick showing his experience in the FSW ring now.
Sydney: You’re damn right! Finally!
Both men are down in the ring. The referee starts a double count, but both men start to get to their feet at the same time. The trade exchanges and the crowd goes crazy chanting while they do! Hall finally gets the upperhand and throws Maverick into a headlock. Hall bounces off the rope and uses his momentum to throw Hall off of him into the other rope. Maverick goes for a clothesline but Hall ducks underneath. Maverick turns around and Hall hits a huge running big boot!
Maverick is trying to get back to his feet and Joseph Hall is licking his chops. Finally Maverick gets up and Joseph Hall goes for the Western Lariat but Maverick ducks underneath. Joseph Hall loses his balance and falls into the ropes. Maverick rushes the opportunity and drives a knee into the back of Hall. Joseph reaches for his back and turns around right into Mavericks grasp, and he hits THE TEST SUBJECT! He holds for the pin.
1….
2….
3!!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... CHRIS MAVERICK!
Watson: A big win for Chris Maverick here. This could be the start of something for the FSW veteran.
Sydney: That’s right Tim, Maverick is the real deal and Joseph Hall continues to fall. Ha! It rhymed.
Watson: Hall has nothing to be ashamed of here, he’s got a long future ahead of him. Let’s head backstage.
HARLAN ROGERS' WATCHING 1
A dimly lit lounge is seen, housing a white oak coffee table and a crimson leather single-seat sofa with an apparent figure glaring smugly towards the camera, hands together in preparation to deliver his sermon. A glass bottle of opened apple cider rests upon the table, prepared for the occasion.
Harlan Rogers: The name's Harlan Rogers. That’s H-A-R-L-A-N. And Rogers as in Mister Rogers’ Neighbourhood. But let me assure you, this isn’t a beautiful day in the neighbourhood, nor do I like you just the way you are. In fact, it’s quite the opposite, given the average viewer of EWC programming could undergo a frontal lobectomy and end up with a double-digit increase in IQ…yes, lobectomy, not lobotomy…please do your research before you attempt to correct me, assistant producer.
Mildly irritated with his producer's ineptitude, Harlan grabs his bottle and takes a quick sip, perhaps to dull the pain, or perhaps to exacerbate it as punishment for what he got himself into. Even Harlan himself didn't know. He then gestures towards the camera, cider still in hand.
Harlan Rogers: But yes, suffice to say, the degree of ignorance and hubris is at an all-time high in society today. The late great Harlan Ellison, perhaps my biggest inspiration, put it best “We are not entitled to our opinions. We are entitled to our educated, informed opinions.” But today, it seems that with the advent of things like the internet, which should have been among the greatest accomplishments of humankind, became a derelict wasteland of wanton white noise and style over substance, where people seek to have a quick-fix instead of substantial discussion, enlightenment or growth of character. People don’t care about finding productive solutions to problems anymore, they care more about a number next to their repetitive cavalcade of mediocre online jokes or want to put down others who do care to improve the world around them for an endorphin kick to compensate for their lack of ability to contribute meaningfully to the world. And sadly, as society “progresses”, and I use that word very loosely, we as a species roll more and more in the manure we've manufactured, and quite frankly, I myself feel dirty by proximity for even having to acknowledge its existence.
Harlan sighs to himself and eyes the alcohol, contemplating another sip before shaking his head and placing the bottle back on the table. No amount of alcohol could help. Harlan then faces the camera, an earnest expression on his face.
Harlan Rogers: Now some of you might say “Harlan, you’re being very condescending. Why should we listen to you? If anything, aren’t you being a hypocrite by chastising us and the world around you with no end goal in sight?” And that’s a valid point, hypothetical person I'm not sure even exists given today's standards. I am self-righteous, I have strong opinions and I express them very aggressively. But the difference between me and the people I criticise is that I actually know what I’m talking about. If there’s a topic I don’t know much about, like, let’s say Gothic architecture, I’m not going to talk about it. The people I’m talking about think their opinions on subjects matters with far more gravitas than Gothic architecture, such as politics, or philosophy are somehow the objective truth of the matter, something even I would not be as so coarse to suggest, and deliberately put others down for daring to hold a difference in opinion. Now, I like to believe myself a rational adult, I can accept differences in opinion, but what I can’t accept are troglodytes who have the critical thinking skills of an Easter Island moai who think they’re entitled to sit anywhere other than the kid’s table. No, and that’s the kind of people I’m talking about here, the same kind of people full of enough hot air to survive another Ice Age, the same kind of people who live on a diet of methane from their own farts. As far as I’m considered, those people are someone else’s responsibility; maybe they can be penned up in a field with the rest of the farmyard animals for a conversation better suited to their talents, or thereby lack of.
Harlan smiles to himself, having not only cleared his chest, but about to reach the best part.
Harlan Rogers: But if you’ve got this far, and even found yourself agreeing with what I’m saying here, then you’re very much in luck. Because no longer am I going to allow such profound, chronic stupidity to go unchecked around these parts. But not only am I going to beat it out of the people in that wrestling ring, I’m going to do something constructive and try to impart my own knowledge onto you. Of course, I expect us to have our disagreements, as all people do, and I’m not looking for sycophants to start some cult around me where I’m some infallible deity. I’m not always right but given the state the world is in…I’m probably your best option right now.
The grin on Harlan's face grows wider as he stands up, a manifesto established and the praxis soon to come.
Harlan Rogers:So saddle up, and enjoy as I walk you through hell, high water and more than a few irate and poorly-written letters from those who might not be as receptive to having their lifestyles critiqued. And just remember that Harlan Rogers…is always watching.
Harlan points towards the camera, before the scene fades to black.
Harlan Rogers: The name's Harlan Rogers. That’s H-A-R-L-A-N. And Rogers as in Mister Rogers’ Neighbourhood. But let me assure you, this isn’t a beautiful day in the neighbourhood, nor do I like you just the way you are. In fact, it’s quite the opposite, given the average viewer of EWC programming could undergo a frontal lobectomy and end up with a double-digit increase in IQ…yes, lobectomy, not lobotomy…please do your research before you attempt to correct me, assistant producer.
Mildly irritated with his producer's ineptitude, Harlan grabs his bottle and takes a quick sip, perhaps to dull the pain, or perhaps to exacerbate it as punishment for what he got himself into. Even Harlan himself didn't know. He then gestures towards the camera, cider still in hand.
Harlan Rogers: But yes, suffice to say, the degree of ignorance and hubris is at an all-time high in society today. The late great Harlan Ellison, perhaps my biggest inspiration, put it best “We are not entitled to our opinions. We are entitled to our educated, informed opinions.” But today, it seems that with the advent of things like the internet, which should have been among the greatest accomplishments of humankind, became a derelict wasteland of wanton white noise and style over substance, where people seek to have a quick-fix instead of substantial discussion, enlightenment or growth of character. People don’t care about finding productive solutions to problems anymore, they care more about a number next to their repetitive cavalcade of mediocre online jokes or want to put down others who do care to improve the world around them for an endorphin kick to compensate for their lack of ability to contribute meaningfully to the world. And sadly, as society “progresses”, and I use that word very loosely, we as a species roll more and more in the manure we've manufactured, and quite frankly, I myself feel dirty by proximity for even having to acknowledge its existence.
Harlan sighs to himself and eyes the alcohol, contemplating another sip before shaking his head and placing the bottle back on the table. No amount of alcohol could help. Harlan then faces the camera, an earnest expression on his face.
Harlan Rogers: Now some of you might say “Harlan, you’re being very condescending. Why should we listen to you? If anything, aren’t you being a hypocrite by chastising us and the world around you with no end goal in sight?” And that’s a valid point, hypothetical person I'm not sure even exists given today's standards. I am self-righteous, I have strong opinions and I express them very aggressively. But the difference between me and the people I criticise is that I actually know what I’m talking about. If there’s a topic I don’t know much about, like, let’s say Gothic architecture, I’m not going to talk about it. The people I’m talking about think their opinions on subjects matters with far more gravitas than Gothic architecture, such as politics, or philosophy are somehow the objective truth of the matter, something even I would not be as so coarse to suggest, and deliberately put others down for daring to hold a difference in opinion. Now, I like to believe myself a rational adult, I can accept differences in opinion, but what I can’t accept are troglodytes who have the critical thinking skills of an Easter Island moai who think they’re entitled to sit anywhere other than the kid’s table. No, and that’s the kind of people I’m talking about here, the same kind of people full of enough hot air to survive another Ice Age, the same kind of people who live on a diet of methane from their own farts. As far as I’m considered, those people are someone else’s responsibility; maybe they can be penned up in a field with the rest of the farmyard animals for a conversation better suited to their talents, or thereby lack of.
Harlan smiles to himself, having not only cleared his chest, but about to reach the best part.
Harlan Rogers: But if you’ve got this far, and even found yourself agreeing with what I’m saying here, then you’re very much in luck. Because no longer am I going to allow such profound, chronic stupidity to go unchecked around these parts. But not only am I going to beat it out of the people in that wrestling ring, I’m going to do something constructive and try to impart my own knowledge onto you. Of course, I expect us to have our disagreements, as all people do, and I’m not looking for sycophants to start some cult around me where I’m some infallible deity. I’m not always right but given the state the world is in…I’m probably your best option right now.
The grin on Harlan's face grows wider as he stands up, a manifesto established and the praxis soon to come.
Harlan Rogers:So saddle up, and enjoy as I walk you through hell, high water and more than a few irate and poorly-written letters from those who might not be as receptive to having their lifestyles critiqued. And just remember that Harlan Rogers…is always watching.
Harlan points towards the camera, before the scene fades to black.
SINGLES MATCH
L.A. Meyers
VS Aidan O'Sheahan
Watson: And we are back folks! Tonight has already been action packed and we aren't even close to being done yet! Up next we have a match that came out of the last FSW where it was made clear that L.A. Meyers and Aidan O'Sheahan cannot work together.
Sydney: That's an understatement Tim! These two I don't think can work with ANYONE and tonight Chris Brock is giving them the chance to sort out their differences. Let's get tot he melee!
Starr: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The sweet sweet sound of a can of White Claw opening echoes through the arena, followed by the heavy bass of the Monster Magnet classic 'Space Lord' being played as loud as the audio systems are capable of sustaining. Eventually from the back steps out the King of the Trailer Park himself, L.A. Meyers. Wearing an extremely awesome black silk jacket that has not one, but two dragons emblazoned on the front.
But that's not all, turning for the crowd he shows off a third dragon emblazoned on the back of his jacket, and to the delight of some in attendance the third dragon lights up complete with animated White Claw coloured flames being spit out of its mouth.
Starr: Making his way to the ring, from 'A trailer park in Central Indiana', it's L.A. Meyers!
The crowd let themselves be heared by an uncanny split opinion on the native trailer park dweller, some hating his arrogant guts, but some showing some appreciation to the man that drinks to his own beat.
Watson: L.A. Meyers walks out here tonight looking to get into the winning column on FSW, after coming up short two shows in a row, tonight he'll be facing his former 'tag partner' Aidan O'Sheahan, after both of them were unable to beat Lunch Time last week.
With Meyers sauntering down the entrance ramp at his own leasurely pace, he has one hand fondling the much beloved White Claw that his existence revolves around. He's in fact so pre-occupied with his hard seltzer that he never even sees or hears the attack coming from behind, Aidan O'Sheahan rushing out from the back and clubbing Meyers on the back of his head, causing the American to fly forward down the ramp, can of Claw being launched into the audience.
Sydney: We need hazmat in the first row, White Claw is a toxic substance!
The crowd caved boos onto Aidan who straightened his jacket for a second as he made sure Meyers wasn't getting up or crawling away from him, grabbing the man by his light up jacket and tossing him head and shoulder first into the guardrail, the sickening thud of bone on metal echoing through Newfoundland.
Watson: This is a shameful attack by Aidan O'Sheahan on a defenseless opponent, zero respect shown from the Irishman! The bell hasn't even rung yet!
Sydney: Someone's bell got rung, and Aidan is doing the ringing!
Aidan refused to relent as he threw punches, shoving away referee Matt Mercer who tried his best to stop the beatdown, but the self proclaimed 'Irish Assassin' is beside himself, throwing boot after boot. For a second he quit, when he felt Meyers wasn't going to get up anytime soon, moving towards the ring and throwing up the apron looking for something to continue the fight with. Eventually showing a sick devilish smile as he pulled out a case of White Claw and looked back at Meyers who was slowly drooping himself to a kneeling position.
Watson: I don't think Aidan didn't get that so he could share a drink!
With a small run up, Aidan throws the case straight into the skull of Meyers who is completely and utterly flattened by a bundle of twelve cans of the hardest seltzer in the universe, the audience stunned in silence as Meyers was no longer moving.
Sydney: The Claw has slashed the master right across the face!
Meyers was completely out, and the box had done its damage as blood poured out of his skull and mixed with the booze on the entrance ramp. Paramedics rushing down, trying to help Meyers who was in no state to compete anymore. Aidan O'Sheahan merely stood tall, smiling at the results of his actions.
It seems he finally decides to walk away under the hollow threats of referee Matt Mercer, but at the last second he noticed Meyers crawling up to his knees ever so defiantly, undoubtedly out of instinct rather than a coherent thought. It proved to tick of Aidan enough to shove the referee and the paramedics away one final time, lining up his shot and hitting Bloody Revolution! to the back of Meyers' skull to drop him face first back onto the entrance ramp.
Pulling on his jacket a final time, Aidan threw some colourful expletives at everyone in earshot and makes his departure.
Watson: We all know that Aidan O'Sheahan didn't like L.A. Meyers, but what we seen just now, I have no words, as an announcer and fan of this sport, I am disgusted to my very core by his actions!
Sydney: Oh shut up Watson, Meyers has been an annoyance to everyone, me included! Aidan's the first one to draw the line and put that trailer punk in his place, in my eyse, Meyers had it coming!
And with the sight of a battered and bloodied Meyers being tended to by the legion of paramedics, the show fades to a commercial break...
Chris Brock is in his office along with Sandra Verma, the two of them talking about booking matches for StrangleMania when Allen Anderson arrives dressed in his wrestling gear. Chris slowly looks up at Allen while Sandra looks shocked that Allen would barge in like this.
Sandra: Allen! What are you doing running in like this?! Brock and I are busy!
Allen: Well set that aside Sandra, I got some words with Mr. Brock.
Chris Brock leans on his oak table clasping his hands together glaring daggers Allen.
Brock: Go ahead Mr. Anderson I am listening.
Sandra gulped at the icy tone of Chris Brock's words. Her pale face somehow more white than before. She quickly turned to Allen who was wearing a cocky grin on his face. Sandra furrowed her brows and took Allen's wrists pulling him aside as the young wrestler looks at Sandra bewildered.
Allen: Hey what are you doing Sandra?!
Sandra quickly turns to Chris Brock who is still staring the two of them expressionless and in anticipation for what Allen's going to say.
Sandra: Please excuse me Mr. Brock! I need to talk to my friend! (Sandra pulls Allen the corner and begins to whisper) Allen I know what you're going to do.
Allen: Oh really Sandra?! You're a mind reader now?! Tell me Sandra what I'm thinking now?! Hint: It requires you to step aside!
Sandra: Allen! You're just as subtle as the Ultimate Warrior ranting about how Queering doesn't make the world work! Despite Ashley and I's efforts to help you, you're going to go to the boss and rant about how unfair everything is! Are you?!
Allen began to laugh nervously.
Sandra: Are you?!
Allen: Am I really that predictable?
Sandra threw up her hands.
Sandra: Damn it Allen! Do you want to get fired again?! Do you want Brock to put you in a contract match because you're acting like petulant child! I told you two weeks ago to get over the loss and learn from it! It's a long season! I'm working my ass off to make you a viable contender for a title because I believe in you! Don't screw me over with you're inane ranting to the boss! Please!
Allen: Don't worry Sandra it's not the complaining you're thinking!
Sandra (in a deadpan tone): What?
Allen lifts Sandra placing her aside.
Allen: Lemme talk to the Brockster okay?
Sandra: Lift me again, and it'll the last time you'll have hands Allen.
Allen gulped laughing nervously though he ended winking at Sandra who looked at him with a nervous glance.
Allen: Right-O! Brock-o-rino let's talk Turkey brother!
Brock: You want to know why Ezio Deluca is so high up on the contendership ladder?
Allen and Sandra who moved next to Allen were flabbergasted at Chris Brock's response.
Allen: Am I that predictable?
Brock (blunt tone): Yes
Sandra giggles as Allen was taken aback what is going on.
Brock: Miss Verma has done a lot of advocating for you over the past few weeks and in the off season. You have shown great promise as a wrestler, so I'm giving a chance to prove yourself. Now you don't have to defeat Ezio Deluca tonight but how high up you go on the North American contendrship ladder depends on not only if you win or not but if you put on a great show for the crowd.
Allen laughs as he crosses his arms.
Allen: Brock-o-doodle, If anything I'm a crowd pleaser. The fact that you have ignored me all season is a shame.
Sandra (mumbling): Oh fuck me.... Why Allen?
Allen: I'm a fucking winner Brock! Not only will I win! But I'll do it in style! But yeah I need a new entrance music.
Coleman: Did somebody say entrance music?!
The three of them turned around and the camera pans to Joseph Coleman holding a briefcase looking particularly smug.
Allen: Coleman.....
Sandra: You know him Allen?
Allen: The motherfucker who stripped LLCoolJ's music from me.
Sandra: Oh that's LLCoolJ's lawyer.
Allen: Lawyer, motherfucker..... Same thing.
Brock: I've been informed ahead of time, Sandra. Do you mind escorting Allen to the Gorilla Position? So he can test out some music?
Sandra: Sure, I've got some in mind. Come with me Allen.
Sandra and Allen exit while Joseph Coleman slams his briefcase onto Chris Brock's desk.
Brock: Mr. Coleman, what you're doing is ludicrous. You just do not have the ability to-
Coleman: I can and I will!
Coleman opens his briefcase revealing an EWC Guest contract.
Coleman: Now It will be a shame if.....
Coleman opens his briefcase revealing an EWC Guest contract.
Coleman: Now It will be a shame if.....
Brock (bitterly): Let's discuss this in private.
As soon as Brock says this, the camera fades but not before hearing Coleman's giddy squeal as he sits down in front of Brock.
SINGLES MATCH
Allen Anderson
VS Ezio DeLuca
Watson: Well I certainly have no clue what is going on with Allen Anderson and that lawyer, but it obviously is of some importance. Meanwhile, we have NINE huge matches tonight and we are still barely halfway there AND we have some big matches yet to come!
Sydney: While I don’t want to, I’ll definitely agree with you there. Not only do we still have the HUGE tag team showcase tonight between NSFW and Lunch Time, but a champ v. champ match always gets me riled up.
Watson: I hear you Cid. Now let’s turn our attention to a highly anticipated rematch between Ezio DeLuca and Allen Anderson. DeLuca came out on top at their first meeting at FSW #90 and I know Anderson is ready to exact some sweet revenge.
Sydney: Are you sure DeLuca’s a top… I mean… he said that he… wait… you said ON TOP. Yes. Okay. Got it. Yeah. He beat Anderson once, but I’m sure neither he nor Allen will go down hard tonight without some serious fight.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for one fall. From Harlem, New York… weighing in at 205 pounds... He is THE MAN… THE MYTH… THE LEGEND: ALLEN ANDERSON!
“Voodoo Child” by Jimmi Hendrix begins to play while Allen comes out wearing a red hoodie in an attempt to get himself pumped. He slowly walks to the ring with a cocky grin on his face before taking off the hoodie and climbing the top turnbuckle posing for the crowd. Sandra stays in the middle of the ring and claps for Allen while he stares at the audience with a smile and gets ready to face his opponent.
Starr: And his opponent… from Providence, Rhode Island... weighing in at 244 pounds... EZIO DELUCA!
"Hard Time (Kretsen Remix)" by Seinabo Sey starts to play as Ezio 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. 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. He looks at Allen, smirks to the crowd, blows a kiss Anderson’s way, and is ready to go.
DING DING DING
Both men give each other a nod as a sign of respect and start the careful dance in the squared circle. They lock up and the bigger DeLuca launches Anderson into the ropes. Allen smirks a bit and comes right back at Ezio with a hurricanrana… dragging Ezio down to the mat. Anderson sees an early opportunity and NAILS Ezio with a standing shooting star press and goes for the cover. 1… Ezio kicks out. Both men quickly get to their feet and lock up again. Ezio whips Anderson into the ropes and catches him with a BIG shoulder block. Anderson could feel that all through his body as he hits the mat and Ezio plays to the crowd. Not trying to celebrate too long, DeLuca goes down to one knee and puts Anderson in a sleeper hold. He’s got it locked in but they are too close to the ropes and Allen hooks it with his foot… causing Ezio to break the hold.
Watson: Anderson might be the smaller competitor, but he’s got the brains and stamina to come out on top tonight.
Sydney: I don’t know, Watson. DeLuca might be a little stitched up from his match with Chuck Gacy, but I don’t think that’s slowing him down a bit so far.
Anderson is back up in a flash, his speed a little too much for DeLuca in that moment. He hits DeLuca with a swiss uppercut, causing Ezio to stumble back into the ropes. Anderson gets momentum off the opposite ropes and flies into Ezio with a big superman punch, knocking him over the ropes and to the floor. Ezio seems dazed outside the ring giving Anderson just enough time to FLY! He sees the opportunity and WOW! Sasuke Special 2! He flies over the ropes and corkscrews into Ezio and the crowd is on their feet! WHAT A MANEUVER! Allen gets to his feet and continues to rile up the crowd as a dazed DeLuca picks himself up and slowly rolls back into the ring. Allen follows suit and gets back into the ring quickly, looking for his next attack.
Watson: Anderson is looking in control here. Ezio must be exhausted after his bloody, painful match with Gacy on Monday.
Sydney: No excuses, Watson. You’re here, you fight, and you give it your all. That is what FSW is about. I don’t want to hear any moaning or complaining about how “tired” he was if he loses.
Ezio uses the ropes to help himself up and Anderson is taunting him to get to his feet. He’s looking for the Game Winner… a superkick to Ezio’s face but… HE MISSES! Ezio gets out of the way and Anderson is off balance. Ezio hits him with a backhand chop and then sends him hard into the opposite ropes. Anderson is dazed and BOOM! THE ANCHOR DROP! A leaping clothesline from Ezio. He goes for the Federal Hill Lock! He’s trying to tap Anderson out again but Allen wiggles out of it! He kicks Ezio in the gut and gets to his feet! But Ezio is ready for him! Ezio kicks him back. Big boot to the gut and BAM! THE PVD! THE PVD! Ezio covers...
1…
2..
3!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pifball.... EZIO DEEEEEELLLLUUUUUUUCA!
Watson: And THAT is what you call a rematch. Both men really gave it their all tonight. I’m hearing a few “fight forever” chants in the audience. Do you hear those too, Cid?
Sydney: I can’t hear shit, Watson. Nor do I care what they’re chanting. All I know is that both these guys came in ready to fight and fight they did. Next match is the halfway point and I really need a bathroom break. Can I take 5?
Watson: Sure Cid. I’ll hold down the fort as we get set up for our next match. Next up: Jason Rayne vs. Nightcall. Stay tuned folks. Plenty more still to come.
SINGLES MATCH
Jason Rayne
VS Nightcall
Watson: It's been a great night so far folks, but up next we have a match up between Jason Rayne and new comer Nightcall.
Sydney: I get those from time to time.
Watson: What the heck are you talking about?
Sydney:Calls at night... A Nightcall.
Watson:Oh man... Dad jokes to start this match off.
Starr: The following match is a singles match. Coming to the ring first, from Miami, Florida , weighing in at 250 pounds... JASON RAAAAAAAYNE!!
'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 jacket and shades, handing them to the referee, who removes them from the ring.
Starr: And his opponent, from Oceanside, California, weighing in at 210 pounds... NIIIIIIGHTCALL!!
'Nightcall' by Kavinsky starts to play as smoke billows on all sides of the ramp until it covers the Mac-trons themselves. The name NIGHTCALL shines through the fog in splendid pink neon. Decked out in a leather jacket, sports sunglasses, and clutching a vape pen, Nightcall walks down the runway. By the time the cloud dissipates, Nightcall stuffs his vape inside his jacket and drops it to the ground. He hands a nearby fan his pair of sunglasses before rolling inside the ring.
DING DING DING
The bell sounds and Jason dashes across the ring to lock up with Nightcall. Nightcall is slowly over powered by Rayne and he backs Nightcall into the corner. The ref calls for a clean break and Rayne throws up a knee to the gut of Nightcall, doubling him over. The ref warns Rayne, who looks like he couldn't give a wet fart, and kicks Nightcall in the head before yanking him back up to his feet. Rayne whips Nightcall into the ropes and tries to tear his head off with a running clothesline that Nightcall ducks under, hitting the brakes. As Rayne turns he turns right into a jawbreaker from Nightcall. Nightcall gets back to his feet in a flash and dashes to the ropes, blasting Rayne with a running knee as he starts to get to his feet. Nightcall flashes a slick smile out to the crowd as he slowly turns back to Rayne.
Watson: Excellent exchange between these two.
Sydney: Nightcall is a cocky jerk.
Watson: Well he has impressed me so far. That was a truly text book jawbreaker.
Sydney: Gee, I hope you brought some Chapstick for them lips after all that ass kissing, Watson.
Nightcall walks over and starts to pull Rayne to his feet, only to get a big right hand to the gut from Rayne. Nightcall doubles over as he staggers away as Rayne gets to his feet. He stalks Nightcall and spins him around and into a death valley driver. Rayne covers for the pin.
1... 2. Kickout by Nightcall.
Watson: Maybe a little premature on that pin attempt.
Sydney: Yeah, he should of slammed Nightcall on his goofy haircut a few more times.
Rayne grabs Nightcall and yanks him up into another death valley driver but Nightcall floats over, shoving Rayne into the ropes and chasing him. Nightcall hits the ropes with Rayne and they bounce off the ropes and into a bulldog from Nightcall. Nightcall rolls over for the mount and starts dropping punches to Rayne's face. Rayne covers up after absorbing a few and on the last one from Nightcall rolls to the side and reverses position. Now with Rayne on the top he starts bombing huge elbows on Nightcall. Rayne lands three good shots, busting open Nightcall on the last one. Nightcall bridges and slips the mount. He rolls away and wipes away a little blood trickling down the side of his face. Rayne nods cockily at Nightcall as he shows him the blood on his elbow. Nightcall raises an eyebrow and starts to circle in on Rayne. The two go to lock up and Nightcall ducks under and drops Rayne with a drop toe hold. Rayne rolls away and out of the ring. The ref starts to count out Rayne as he beckons Nightcall to 'come on out'. Nightcall smiles and leans on the ropes and waits. 1... 2... 3... 4... Rayne slides back in after Nightcall refuses to come out of the ring. Nightcall greets Rayne with a series of stomps before pulling him to his feet. Nightcall whips Rayne into the ropes but Rayne reverses it and pulls Nightcall into a clothesline from hell. Nightcall completely flips over and lands on his face from the power of the shot. Rayne pulls Nightcall into a double underhook powerbomb. Rayne stands over Nightcall and yells some insults in his face just as Nightcall spits a pink mist right into Rayne's face.
Sydney: Pink Mist! Rayne is blinded!
Watson: Desperation move by the newcomer.
Nightcall rolls up as Rayne staggers around wiping at his face and eyes. Nightcall moves in the nails Rayne with his finisher – a Mac stunner.
Watson: Goodnight Kiss!! Nightcall hit his finisher, this could be it!
Sydney: Nightcall going for the pin!
The ref slides in as Nightcall rolls Rayne up. 1... 2... 3!!!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, Goodnight Kiss... NIIIIIGHTCAAAALLLL!!
Watson: Maybe not the cleanest win, but a win nonetheless for the newcomer. Nightcall takes down on of FSWs established talents in his debut
Sydney: I still think he has a goofy haircut...
Watson: Speak your truth Cid... Speak your truth. We still have a LOT of show left to go folks, do NOT change the channel!
Standing backstage, we see Lisa Goldrush moving around holding a microphone in hand, quickly intercepting Aidan O'Sheahan who seemed dressed and ready to leave for the night, a bag slung over his shoulder.
Lisa Goldrush: Aidan, do you have a few words before you leave?
Turning his head towards Lisa Goldrush, Aidan's otherwise bored face turned to a bored one with a smile at the sight of the interviewer.
Aidan O'Sheahan: Oh hey, for Lisa Goldberg I'll always make time.
Lisa Goldrush: It's Goldrush actually, but Aidan, could you please tell me what happened before your scheduled match? Why did you attack L.A. Meyers in such a brutal manner?!
The smile quickly vanished again as Aidan heard Lisa mention the name that apparently gave him plenty of anger.
Aidan O'Sheahan: Because he bloody well deserved to get his head bashed in.
Taking a step closer and dropping his bag to the floor, he alternated his sight between Lisa and the camera, his face slowly becoming more and more angry.
Aidan O'Sheahan: I told the bloody knacker last week that if he cost me the match, I'd bash his fookin' head in. Chris Brock don't need to waste my time by putting me in a match against Meyers. I don't have anything to prove against that drunk bastard, and I delivered my promise in a way that even an arse like him should easily understand.
Pulling the microphone out of Lisa's hands, he fully committed his focus to the camera.
Aidan O'Sheahan: I spent fifteen bloody years clawin' my hands raw to get into the EWC, and then they have me wastin' my time by havin' me fight against drunks and fools?! I say bugger all that, I will send messages until they can't be ignored anymore, Aidan O'Shea---
Before he could continue speaking he was hit from behind, being driven head first into a scaffolding that immediately came down on top of him dropping him to the floor. Why it’s none other than L.A Meyers, Meyers has his head wrapped in white gauze but that doesn’t slow him down from firing off a number of rights and left hands. He quickly pulls O’Sheahan back up to his feet and launches him right into a number of staging crates that don’t have too much give and cause the angry Irishman to bounce off with a thud.
L.A Meyers: You’re gonna need more than that to take me out. What’s up now, fam?
Aidan stands back up but is immediately hit by L.A Meyers with another string of rights and then is tossed right into one of the large metal loading bay doors here in the back of the arena. Meyers disappears for a moment off camera only to reappear with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. Meyers cracks the bottle open quickly and takes a sip of it, as Aidan again pulls himself back up to his feet. Meyers rears back and unloads with the bottle smashing it across the side of O’Sheahan’s head!! Glass and whiskey go everywhere as Aidan collapses onto the floor, a number of backstage crew show up and shove Meyers back as they check on O’Sheahan. In the chaos, Meyers has found his way to where Lisa Goldrush stands with her microphone in her hand. She doesn’t seem to know what to say as L.A looks like he wants to give an interview.
L.A Meyers: I’d like to thank the medical staff for patching me up so quickly, big ups to them. I’d also like to thank Jack Daniels for making a hell of a weapon out of their bottles, much love and respect. And I’d also like to thank all the crew back home at the Trailerhood.
Lisa continues to look stunned as Meyers seems like he’s giving a post game interview. Meyers sure enough has taken this chance to crack open not one, but two White Claws and he gulps one down quickly.
L.A Meyers: Oh, and a big shout out to my koala back home. Love ya, Mango! Daddy’s coming home with the dub.
With that Meyers takes the other can of White Claw and pours it over his head and the head of Lisa Goldrush in celebration. Lisa shrieks, because that shit burns, and runs off as Meyers walks past where Aidan is still being attended to by the backstage staff. Adding one last insult to injury, Meyers crushes and throws the two cans of claw at him and heads off.
SINGLES MATCH
Candy
VS Mercenary
Watson: This next bout is a true contrast of styles. We have two amazing FSW superstars ready to clash. Candy versus Mercenary should be a hell of a contest but that size disparity is something to watch!
Sydney: Yeah Candy will have to summon her inner Paul Bunyan and chop the oak tree known as Mercenary down to size. Easier said than done. He’s over a foot taller than her.
Watson: But remember, Candy is coming off of a HUGE victory over Killjoy Ito who stands at 6’2”. She’s faced men and women of all sizes. She’ll look to build off her victory. Easier said than done is right!
Sydney: Mercenary has been on a recent tear himself. Disposing of Joseph Hall last week to cement his spot against Stitches for the FSW Championship. Something’s gotta give.
Starr: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL, introducing first, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 365 pounds... he is the “EWC Outlaw” MERRRRRCEEEEEEEEEENARRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
Sydney: And now let’s go to the ring where Lisa Goldrush has a special interview with Mercenary.
Lisa Goldrush: FSW Nation would you please welcome one of the following competitors in our next contest, he is the Number 1 contender for the FSW championship. Accompanied to the ring by The Last Temptation Dalilah Ashe, he is The ECW Outlaw: the Mercenary!
Five Finger Death Punch roars over speakers playing Meet The Monster.
Mercenary walks into the flashing red light. He is stiff... hard... Frankenstein's deadly creation come to life. He crosses both arms, gloved fists clenched, across his chest under his chin. The pose resembles a skull and crossbones. 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 together in the smoke as a burst of flame explodes all around them. Stalking down the the ring with Dalilah slinking like a serpent in his wake Mercenary got into the ring with Lisa and got right down to business.
Mercenary: First things first here Lisa, I’ve got a message to deliver real quick to Killjoy Ito’s pet orangutan. BUDDY LOVE! You need to stop peeking into keyholes to catch a look at your daddy doing the skank of the week hoping to learn how babies are made long enough to learn how to check a fact. Maybe Tommy boy should re-educate you on how to do your damn job as a manager. Last week you had the audacity to make the claim that Killjoy’s claim to the FSW belt trumped my own. You said he was more deserving because, and I quote: You know what Killjoy has that neither of those two have… a win over Stitches, in my world that trumps some little #1 Contenders match. And my response to that is this: September 18th, 2018. F-S-W Uprising special episode #7, in Daly City in the second match on the card. I. Beat. Stitches. One, two, three! I pinned him in the middle of the ring we’re standing in right now. So maybe you shouldn’t speak about subjects that you know nothing about and go back to toadying around your ‘bonafide superstar’s’ bags. Bitch.
Sydney: That match is on the books Tim.
Watson: An embarrassing faux pas from the advocate for Killjoy Ito’s camp.
Slightly flustered by the force of his opening statements Lisa continues the interview.
Lisa Goldrush: Coming up in just a matter of minutes you are set to face Candy, who is determined to dash your forward momentum heading into your Stranglemania match with Stitches for the Future Stars championship. Are there any further thoughts you would like to share with us at this time pertinent to the match at hand?
Mercenary: Just that the only thing getting dashed here tonight are Robbie Rayder’s hopes for a little post show party time. Sorry Rob, but after I get my hands on her I don’t think that the wife will be much in the mood to have you paw all over her. Candy has zero chance of getting in my way. At Stranglemania I'm gonna have my rubber match with the Carnival Creep and I'm going to send him back to Arkham Asylum, or Derry Maine, or Ruggsville Texas, or wherever else his crazy clown business may take him. That guy has ducked me long enough and now there is no place else for him to go but back to the loser's bin where he belongs. My stock is on the rise while Candy’s is dropping faster than the Dow Jones after they confirm another case of Corona. And for our Hispanic friends I’m not talkin’ about a case of that lime tinged goat piss you try to pass off as cerveza. Es una enfermedad. No es una bebida. Entender? Understand?
Most of the fans boo loudly, but a few laugh and applaud which seems to get on the big man’s nerves a little, but he ignores it for the moment.
Mercenary: Oh shut the hell up. Have a little respect why don'tcha? I’m trying to work up here. C’mon now. How would you like it if I went down to the Walmart tonight after my match is over and heckled your Grandma while she was trying to restock the Mountain Dew? What are you complaining about anyway? It’s not like Taco Bell offers a 401K!
He laughs at his own punchline.
Mercenary: MAN I dig this. I forgot how fun it was not having to hold back. Not having to come out here each and every night and worry about what I say and how it might offend somebody or how it might set a bad example for somebody’s brat kid. I can just come out here, say what I want, and then beat the hell out of some babyface who is just Doin' it for the fans.
The boos grow louder, but so does the sporadic applause which seems to really get under his skin. Merc rips the microphone out of Lisa’s hand and Dalilah menaces her out of the ring.
Mercenary: You know I don’t get you people. I come out here and insult your Grannies and some of you still seem to think I’m joking. What does it take to make you understand?
He scans the arena. His gaze falls on a family in the front row. A Father with his daughter and teenage son. The young man holds up a sign that reads: Live Hard and Shoot to Kill. Stepping through the ropes Mercenary drops to the floor and goes to stand across the barrier from the father who smiles nervously at him. Mercenary smiles back. It is not a friendly expression.
Sydney: I don’t feel at all comfortable with how close he’s getting to our fans in the front row.
Watson: Can we please get somebody out here to keep an eye on this guy?
Mercenary: Hello sir, how are ya doin’ tonight? Here with your kids? Night out on the town? That’s real nice to see. And, if I may ask, what do you do for a living?
Man: I work in a factory.
Mercenary: Factory worker! That’s great. Hard work. Admirable and honest work. And here you are in the front row. These seats must’ve cost you an overtime check. Hey, you people shut up, this guy worked hard to get his kids in these seats. Yeah. So here’s the thing. I want you to just consider something for a sec. All you people too. You think about this. There you are: You work your ass off all week puttin’ in the extra hours for a boss who doesn’t even bother to remember your last name half the time. Maybe for a week. Maybe two. Maybe more. You put in all that time so you can give your kids, who you love, the best seats in the house. You do it because you love’em and you want to show’em a good time. Maybe they got straight A’s in algebra or whatever common core crap they teach these days. So you do all that just so your only boy can come cheer for his favorite wrestler, so that he can come out and cheer for ME.
The crowd roars at this and Mercenary grins again.
Mercenary: Now C’mon, everybody has the right to their own opinion. Give the kid a break Canada. Don’t be bullies now, this is supposed to be a safe space. We’re all here to have a good time. But as I was saying. How does it feel, after all the work you put in to afford to be here, how does it feel that your son is rooting for a guy who thinks that YOU are a F**KING IDIOT?
The hate goes crazy and Merc just laughs, but he stops when he notices that the man’s son is laughing along with him.
Mercenary: WOW. This is awesome. I just punked out your Dad on national television in front of a live audience and you’re still having a good time. This kid really is a fan! You really are a fan.
He looks back over his shoulder at Dalilah who is leaning over the top rope behind him displaying a manic look and a fair amount of cleavage.
Mercenary: Whaddaya think baby? You think I should make this kid’s day? How about a shirt? D’ya want a shirt? Some honest to god Mercenary merch to show off to all you’re little buddies. It’s licensed. Just think how much you could get for it on Ebay. You could afford to buy yourself a new vape pen or whatever you little idiots are into these days. So sound good? A shirt? Sure, kid can have a shirt…
...They’re thirty bucks up at the merch table on the mezzanine. Why don’t you climb on up there and crack that wallet of yours open? Spend a little of that allowance your Daddy slaved away to give ya. Keeping a hot little number like Dalilah happy ain’t cheap ya know… well…. YOU probably don’t know. But trust me, it ain’t.
Merc snatches the sign out of the kid's hands with a sudden violent swipe and tears it up right in his face. Several EWC officials move in to increase his distance from the fans behind the barrier who are getting crazed and thirsty for his blood.
Mercenary: BRING IT ON! I LOVE IT!
He laughs out loud and turns to climb back into the ring, but as he does he catches sight of several fans wearing clown masks. He pauses and scowls at them, taking a step in their direction before the officials guide him back towards the ring as I Want Candy starts to play and Isabella Starr makes his opponent’s introduction:
Starr: And his opponent, from Key West, Florida weighing in at 106 pounds... she is ‘The Sweet Treat’....... CANNNNNNNNNNNDYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
"I Want Candy” by Aaron Carter plays and the crowd immediately brightens up when Candy strolls out from the back. She flashes a smile and nods towards the crowd before skipping down the ramp and into the ring.
DING DING DING
Candy immediately stands toe to toe with Mercenary, showing no fear but in an instant, she’s viciously tagged with a powerful right hand. The crowd immediately showers Mercenary with boos. Mercenary calls her back up to her feet and she obliges albeit on spaghetti legs. Mercenary attempts a back elbow but Candy fights back with a quick dropkick to the knee to catch Mercenary off guard. She capitalizes on the brief opportunity while he’s on one knee and drops him down with a beautiful DDT. She pins him to the mat but Mercenary shoves her off at only the count of one! Candy will not relent. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle, launching herself and spinning Mercenary down with a hurricanrana. Except he manages to hold on onto her legs! He transitions into a delayed fall away slam which sends Candy flying across the ring!! He wastes little time by lifting her up and driving her down with a massive sidewalk slam! He drops down and hooks her leg!
Watson: That’s it. One! Two and...
Sydney: WHAT?! She kicked out!!!!!! How in the hell?!!!
Mercenary shoots the ref a nasty look of disdain and tries to intimidate him with a fake flinch in his direction. Mercenary turns around to finish Candy off but she connects with a top rope missile dropkick right on the nose! That drops the big man to a knee. She scrambles to the ropes behind Mercenary and plants him down with a running bulldog. She then tops it off with a split leg drop. The crowd cheers wildly, urging Candy on as she pins him but again, Mercenary powers out at the count of two. He sits up and catches an oncoming forearm from Candy. He then rocks her with a heavy headbutt that drops her flat on the mat. He takes a huge risk by slowly ascending the top rope to completely squash Candy like a bug with a huge moonsault but he missed and lands with a resounding thud due to Candy rolling out harm’s way!
Watson: He went for it all there but it backfired!
Sydney: Mercenary just cost himself big time.
Candy’s eyes widened at the situation before her. Mercenary tries to get up but Candy jacks Mercenary’s jaw with her trademark move ‘The Candy Cavity Removal’ Mercenary collapses back down to the mat like a ton of bricks. Candy zooms up to the top rope but slips a bit on the top turnbuckle! Mercenary regains his composure and latches onto Candy as she tries to climb back up to the top. Mercenary swings her violently around and down face-first onto the mat with ‘The Whiplash’!!! Candy lays motionless! Mercenary flips her onto her back with his foot and pins her but at the very last second before the three count she sticks her fingernail onto the bottom rope to break the count! Mercenary shakes his head and brings Candy up. He makes a throat slash gesture to the crowd! But again Candy suddenly connects with ‘The Candy Cavity Removal’ which sends Mercenary stumbling backward and to his knees!! Candy bolts towards Mercenary using her own momentum to propel herself up and backward connecting with the 'Candy Crusher'!!!! She then climbs to the top turnbuckle and takes a deep breath before landing 450 style onto Mercenary for good measure with the 'Sugar High' to pick up the victory.
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... CANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Watson: What a match! Candy pulled out ALL of the stops and managed to score a MASSIVE victory over Mercenary!!
Sydney: I'm still in shock, to be honest. I thought she stood no chance! Candy isn’t all skittles and rainbows, she can battle with the best of them, you gotta wonder if this affects Mercenary's confidence going into Stranglemania against Stitches.
Watson: On the other hand what does this do for Candy? You've gotta believe it immediately puts her smack dab in the FSW title hunt!
Not taking any time to react to the aftermath of the match Mercenary rolls quickly out to the floor, stomping to the barrier and snatching one of the clown masks right off the face of a frightened fan.
Sydney: Oh come on now! That is just out of line!
Tossing the mask aside he takes two more masks and has a third mask handed to him by another scared spectator.
Watson: Somebody please do something about this guy! Is anybody in the back watching this?
A fourth fan wearing the mask remains seated at the end of the aisle. He doesn’t move when Mercenary stalks up to him and demands he remove his mask. The man slowly stands up and pulls the clown face up and away from his own.
Sydney: OH DEAR GOD IT’S STITCHES!
With the utmost swiftness Stitches directs a finger directly into the befuddled Mercenary.
Sydney: Stitches has blinded Mercenary!
With Mercenary temporarily blinded Stitches brushes away the chair and begins to attack Mercenary with lefts and rights. From nearby two more 'fans' wearing clown masks approach, they remove their masks to reveal Harrow Quinn and Marionette. The two of them watch as Mercenary struggles to gain the upper hand over Stitches. The two of them brawl across the outside of the ring before Mercenary gains the upper hand and drives Stitches spine first into the crowd barricade. Stitches lets out a cry of agony which sends Marionette and Harrow Quinn into defense mode.
Stitches: Don't do anything!
Stitches yells towards Harrow Quinn and Marionette, ordering them to not touch Mercenary unless instructed, simply just to watch and observe.
Watson: Stitches is ordering his troops back.
Sydney: He hasn't needed them in the past.
Mercenary turns his head to look over his shoulder at Harrow Quinn and Marionette, he smiles a wicked smile and continues to drive his shoulder into the abdomen of Stitches. Mercenary backs up a little - just enough to be out of reach of Marionette and Harrow Quinn - before he charges at Stitches who moves away at the very last second. Mercenary collides with the crowd barricade with full force, almost toppling over the top of it, and Stitches uses this to his advantage to chop at the big man's legs. Mercenary buckles under the pressure and crumbles up against the crowd barricade. Satisfied with his work, Stitches grabs the steel stairs nearby and drags them over to Mercenary, he slams the steel stairs against Mercenary's chest once, twice, three times in an attempt to keep Mercenary grounded.
Watson: Stitches surely caved in the chest of Mercenary with those steel stair shots to the chest.
Stitches: Hold him there!
Stitches barks at Harrow Quinn. Harrow Quinn does as he is told, holding the steel stairs up against Mercenary so that he cannot escape. Stitches begins to fiddle around underneath the ring until he finds what he is looking for; a thick steel chain. Stitches stares the chain up and down and smiles before looking over at Mercenary. Stitches' expression changes from satisfaction to malice as he approaches Mercenary, wrapping the chain around Mercenary's neck, looping it around several times over.
Stitches: Lift him up! Do it!
Harrow Quinn removes the steel stairs off of the chest of Mercenary and lifts him to his feet. Stitches drags the chain towards the ring, leading Mercenary across like a dog on a leash. Stitches jumps up onto the apron and enters the ring, ensuring the steel chain goes up and over the top rope. Harrow Quinn places Mercenary up against the apron and Stitches begins to lift the big man up with the steel chain wrapped around his neck. Once Mercenary is a few inches off of the ground Stitches leans back and maintains his position, ensuring that Mercenary is hoisted high so that the steel chain constricts around his neck.
Watson: Mercenary is turning purple, someone do something!
Sydney: This situation has gotten out of control.
Almost instantly ring personnel appear and attempt to pry the steel chain out of the hands of Stitches. Stitches fights them back for a little while but eventually admits defeat, satisfied with the damage he has caused. Stitches walks towards the edge of the ring, watching as the chain trails over the rope and to the outside of the ring as Mercenary collapses to the ground. Stitches places both forearms across the top rope and looks down at the unconscious Mercenary lying at his feet on the outside of the ring. 'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' begins to play as Stitches demands a mic.
Stitches: Hey, Mercenary! You want this? You really want this?
Stitches holds up the FSW Championship which Marionette had slid into the ring prior.
Stitches: I have a novel idea for you. You. Me. A Biker Chain Match, your wheel house. This. All of this will be absolutely legal. There will be no one to stop me from hanging you over those ropes again and watching as the life escapes from your eyes.
Watson: A Biker Chain Match? Have we had one of those before?
Sydney: Not sure, but it is an interesting concept. Hopefully management go through with it.
Watson: Why would Stitches give Mercenary the upper hand with a stipulation that falls into his favor?
Sydney: Easy, he has a point to prove. It's not like he hasn't defied such odds before and now he is looking to do it again.
Watson: This thing has escalated awfully quickly. First with the random people wearing clown masks, then the appearance of Stitches himself and then finally the hanging of Mercenary over the ropes. These two have had their bouts in the past, but never anything as vicious as this.
Sydney: The championship changes a man. Stitches is determined to defend. Mercenary is determined to finally break through the glass ceiling and become champion. Both these men will go to absolutely any lengths to ensure that happens.
Tim Watson: Well, it is going to be interesting to see the lengths these two men are willing to go at Stranglemania when the FSW Championship is on the line. Mercenary is being treated to now, but hopefully he is ready to go when Stranglemania rolls around.
As Stitches steps out of the ring and joins Harrow Quinn and Marionette the camera pans up towards the rafters. Standing in the rafters, dangling over a steel beam is another person wearing the exact same clown mask as the fans that circled the ring earlier. The person had been applauding the actions of Stitches, having watched with a keen eye. The man turns around and, as he does so, he removes the mask from his face, revealing auburn brown hair with shaven sides. The man continues to walk, disappearing into the shadows.
The camera cuts backstage inside The Mile One Center to find ‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walking back and forth talking to himself and shaking his head and throwing his hands up in the air like a crazy man. FSW backstage interview personality Lisa Goldrush sees Buddy and looks at him for a few seconds as if she’s not sure if she should approach him or maybe if she really wants to deal with Buddy at the moment but he turns and sees her.
Buddy Love: Do you believe that...seriously…
Lisa knows it’s too late to turn and walk away so she walks towards Buddy
Lisa Goldrush: Do I believe what Buddy? What has got you so upset?
Buddy Love: Aire-Head Rayder...the Joker-Nought, did you see what he...did you hear what he...I AM NOT DEAD WEIGHT!!!
Buddy shakes his head no
Buddy Love: Far from it, let’s look at the facts shall we…
Lisa Goldrush: I’d rather…
But Buddy doesn’t give her a chance to finish that sentence
Buddy Love: Under my guidance Killjoy beat the FSW Championship Stitches, the very man that beat Aire-Head for that championship, after that win I was able to sit down with FSW GM Chris Brock and negotiate a FSW Contract for Killjoy Ito, that was a move UP in the EWC and didn’t have to come DOWN to the FSW because he couldn’t cut in on Rampage like a certain Joker-Nought. He wants to make it out like I’m some sort of slave master and Killjoy is my property, like this is some kinky chapter of Fifty Shades of Grey, I’m not a Dominate and I know in his marriage he’s clearly the Submissive and Candy calls the shots in the Turner Household but unlike him Killjoy is a free man and can do what he wants, he does know the difference between a manager and a master right? Ha, who am I kidding, his head is as thick as this wall…
Buddy kicks the wall
Buddy Love: Ow that’s hard and what’s this nonsense about the last time Killjoy was in the ring with a Rayder...is he actually taking credit for his wife’s wins and success now?
Lisa Goldrush: Well…
Buddy Love: Of course he is, he has to Lisa because Aire-Head hasn’t been a success in a very long time but this is a all time low point for Aire-Head, what’s next, is he going to talk about the time HE was the Undisputed Champion or the long run HE had as Indy Champion?
Lisa Goldrush: Come on Buddy he was…
Buddy Love: And did he really call Killjoy a loser? Well if that’s not the pot calling the kettle black, Killjoy isn’t the one celebrating his wife’s success and acting like he won a match he wasn’t in, it’s really sad, I knew Aire-Head had fallen on hard times but this...wow, it’s like he’s living in a fantasy word and ignoring reality around here. See the only loser I see around here is the former FSW Champion that can’t get a win around here.
Buddy laughs
Buddy Love: Now I understand Aire-Head is feeling a little insecure, I would be to if my wife was Tweeting about a fellow wrestler and had her eyes glued on Kendrick Kross Monday night, I get he must feel like less of a man when his wife seems so close to someone one the main roster when he was unable to keep his spot there and I know, ‘at least I was there right?’ ask yourself this Aire-Head, if there was one spot left on Brawl or Rampage and the two GM’s had to decide on you or Killjoy who do you think they’d pick? Yeah, even you know it would be Killjoy.
Buddy nods ‘yeah’
Buddy Love: You are trying to use plays out of a old played out playbook, trying to drive a wedge between Killjoy and The Loves and it’s sad that you can’t come up with anything original but that’s just who you are, a sad little man living in the past, you think Candy was there for you in your lowest point because she cared, NO, she just couldn’t live with having a husband so useless, Killjoy doesn’t need to worry about who will be there when he’s down because the kid doesn’t need a emotional support wife, he’s a grown man that can handle disappointment, he picks himself up, dusts himself off and goes back out there and wins, it’s that simple and tonight here in Ugh Canada we right the ship because that’s what we do. We don’t dwell on the losses because there are so damn few but you, well someone let Candy know she’s going to have to be there again for her worthless husband, he’s about to go on another downward spiral.
Buddy laughs
Buddy Love: With StrangleMaina right around the corner we are going to put on a show here tonight and show GM Brock that Killjoy deserves to be on that show, that it’s in his best interest to have the star power of Killjoy Ito there in the LA Coliseum representing the FSW and if he wants to have us run it back against Little Miss Turner we are game, he SHOULD be facing Stitches, we all know that, regardless of the Rankings we all know who deserves to face the champion...the only one that has beaten him this year but run out Mercenary and we will be waiting for the clown after StrangleMania, we aren’t going anywhere…
Buddy smiles at Lisa as Killjoy walks up behind him
Buddy Love: This is the man that’s going to run the FSW in 2020, he’s the next FSW Champion and we don’t care who that upsets. Tonight we make a statement, we show the FSW that Aire-Head Rayder is the past, that Killjoy is the Future of the FSW and they’d be smart to hitch their wagon to my guy...and if Candy is watching and she needs a little ‘pick me up’ after watching her worthless husband drop another match give me a call, I’ll give you something to smile about when you’re telling Aire-Head it will be alright AGAIN, that this is only a set back AGAIN and you are reassuring that you still love him AGAIN no matter how much of a loser her is…
Buddy smiles and mouths ‘call me’ as he laughs and gives Killjoy a elbow, Killjoy just shakes his head at Buddy and walks away
Buddy Love: Oh come on, she’s not going to be my Gabi Vee, there will always be LOVE for you…
Buddy walks after Killjoy laughing leaving Lisa standing there alone.
SINGLES MATCH
Robbie Rayder
VS Killjoy Ito
Watson: Buddy Love is NOT happy tonight folks! Coming up next, his client and a former FSW champion are about to do battle here tonight!
Sydney: I've been looking forward to this contest Watson, both Robbie and Killjoy Ito have similar styles which will make for a great match!
Starr: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first....
Starr:...from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 235 pounds...."Prime Ace".. Killjoy Ito!
‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the stage and raises his arms into the air and lowers them as the lights also fade out, he jumps up and down all excited as his music begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy Ito is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down. He swings around to face the camera and the ring as Buddy Love runs up and stands by his side. Buddy motions to towards the ring and the pair begin to walk down the aisle to the mix reaction of cheers and boos from the fans. Buddy climbs up the steps first and holds the ropes open for Killjoy and then Buddy walks up to the referee and offers them a few dollars to ‘keep it fair’ but then laughs and shoves the singles back into his pocket as Killjoy walks to the center of the ring with his arms outstretched and tilts his head back and soaks it all in. Buddy helps Killjoy take off his robe and exits the ring.
Starr: And introducing his opponent....
Starr:..from Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing in at 225 pounds, "The Dreadnought" Robbie Rayder!
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. 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.
The referee checks both superstars for foreign objects quickly, knowing neither will have anything and he signals for the bell....
DING DING DING
Robbie pulls on the ropes stretching his arms and shoulders as Killjoy stretches his neck, both men circle the center of the ring sizing up each other before locking into a collar and elbow tie up, Robbie pulls him in for a hard side headlock and Killjoy pulls them into the ropes then sending Robbie running off of the far ropes, Killjoy falls down to his stomach as Robbie jumps over him to bounce off the near ropes. Killjoy drops Robbie quickly with a flawless dropkick, Robbie kips up immediately and hits him in the gut with a spinning heel kick, the man from Japan staggers back to the ropes, Robbie rushes him but Killjoy picks him up into a fireman's carry, instead of executing a gutbuster, he dumps him backwards over the top ropes to the padded mats on the outside!
Watson: Oh my! Robbie landed awkwardly there on his shoulder trying to cushion the blow! You can see on the replay here, UGH! That looks like a dislocation!
Sydney: If it's not an injury Watson, then this man is one resilient chap!
Killjoy Ito watches his opponent struggling to get to his feet, he runs the ropes then back, he jumps and does a front flip suicide dive right on to Robbie, sending him to the mats. The crowd let out a collective - Ohhhh!- Killjoy stands up, he grabs Robbie's hair and hauls him to his feet, he sees him favoring his shoulder so he Irish whips him hard into the ring post! The referee is now warning them to get back in the ring as he's on a slow -5- count. Killjoy picks him up again and rolls him back into the ring. He takes a moment to stare at fans in the front row yelling at him then slowly rolls back in the ring. He sees Robbie really struggling to pull himself up the ring ropes with one hand on his shoulder, Killjoy methodically stalks him, then stomps his arm, dropping him to the canvas again. He grabs Robbie's hair and starts to pull him up again as he stares at the crowds....Robbie quickly rolls him into a small package! 1.....2.....Killjoy barely kicks out!
Watson: Ohhh that was really close there!
Sydney: I thought that was the match, Robbie needs to find a way to end this early because he's really favoring that shoulder.
Robbie grabs his opponent for a belly to belly suplex but lets out an audible yell then holds his shoulder. Killjoy takes advantage of this and kicks him in the stomach, picks him up for a suplex into a neckbreaker right on his knee, he drops for a cover 1....2....kick out! Killjoy rolls off and stands up, Robbie gets up to his knees but is nailed with a corkscrew roundhouse kick! Killjoy grabs both of his legs and flips over for a pin attempt...1....2....kick out! He grabs him in a headlock and holds him on the canvas for a few minutes. The crowds start to get restless from the long headlock and start cheering on Robbie to make a comeback. He replies with punches to Killjoy's side, then he fights him to their feet still in the headlock, he pushes Killjoy off of the ropes and misses a clothesline, Killjoy jumps and springboards off of the middle ropes for a Kushu forearm smash but Robbie rolls under it, Killjoy spins and misses a roundhouse kick, Robbie connects with a Poison Rana from behind, Killjoy lands right on the top of his head from the reverse frankensteiner! The crowds cheer at the offense as he falls backwards on him for a cover...1....2....Killjoy reverses it into a cover of his own ...1....2.....3!
Watson: That's it! He got him for the win!
Sydney: I don't think so Watson! Robbie had his shoulder up there, the ref is reversing his call and continuing the match here!
That is exactly what happened as he explains it to the wrestlers and tells them to keep fighting, Killjoy runs and attempts a dropkick but Robbie pushes him sideways to block it, he deadlifts Killjoy from the canvas ignoring the pain and nails him with a Blitzkrieg german suplex! The fans ignite as he leans on the ropes, pain evident on his face, he picks up Killjoy for The Star Destroyer running suplex, but screams in pain giving Killjoy the split second he needs to roll over for a sunset flip 1....2...3!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pin fall..... Killjoy Ito!
Watson: What a match! Neither man wanted to give an inch, but it looks like Rayder may have injured himself at least a little and it allowed Killjoy to sneak a victory in the end! It was the injured shoulder that caused the victory as he had him set up for The Star Destroyer but it was just too much for him to overcome.
Sydney: We don't know the extent of that injury, I hope it's nothing serious but these guys really should see each other again in the future. That could have gone either way there!
Watson: Well with what action we've seen so far tonight Sydney, we can only expect more with our sizzling Main Event!
“Perfection through silence” by Finch plays over the loudspeaker and Wes Walker comes out from behind the curtain and the crowd goes wild! Wes is in a suit and has the North American Title over his shoulder. He’s got a wide smile on as he walks down towards ringside. He’s giving high-fives and posing for selfies with fans as he makes his way down. Wes slides underneath the bottom rope. He lifts his title over his head and the crowd erupts again. Wes asks for a mic and he gets one thrown up to him.
Watson: Speaking of our Main Event, here is the other competitor that we will see later. Stitches appeared earlier tonight and now the North American champion is asking for a microphone!
Wes Walker: Ladies and gentlemen of FSW, hello!
The crowd cheers again.
Wes Walker: I wanted to come out here tonight to talk about what a great start of the year it has been for FSW. We have seen some amazing new talent infuse their way in and they’re going to be a big part of things going forward. We’ve also got some friendly faces around here like Candy and Robbie that are continuing to do big things. And we even have, gulp, familiar faces like Killjoy Ito coming into the fold. How could you not be excited about the future of F…S…W!!
The crowd chants, FSW! FSW! FSW!
Wes Walker: And tonight, oh boy tonight we get the best of the best going against each other. North American Champion versus the FSW Champion. What a match that’s going to be. Stitches and I going against each other for the first time. We’ll see who is really the best champion tonight. And then after this, Strangle freakin' Mania! I’m so excited to be experiencing my very first Stranglemania and to be doing as a champion is just such a joy. I wish my competitor Darlene all the luck in the world.
“Detox” by Strapping Young Lad plays and Darlene steps out from behind the curtain with a microphone in her hand.
Darlene: Can it with your cringe worthy good vibrations and hokey well wishes Wes. Your gratuitous pandering makes me wanna vomit almost as much as the pot bellied fans do from this backward shit-hole here in St. Johns. I'm not in this to wish you good luck or shake your hand. I'm in this to rip The North American Championship off of your shoulder along with your head. That's the way it's gotta be.
Darlene starts to make her way down towards the ring.
Wes Walker: Hold on right there Darlene. These people don't need to hear such trash coming from your mouth or anyone else's tonight. No matter whether you think I'm "cringe worth" or "hokey" I will do anything it takes to keep this title for as long as possible and that includes slapping you up and down this ring. You better not come a step closer or you're going to regret it.
Darlene stops at the bottom of the ramp before the ring.
Darlene: Am I now? You know, I don't take kindly to threats, especially from passive-aggressive bullshitters like you. I don't have an issue with caving your skull in right here, right now and I sure as hell will not be held responsible if you can't make it to Stranglemania in one piece.
Darlene slides into the ring and rushes at Wes Walker. The two of the trade blows back and forth until five FSW officials storm the ring and break the two of them up. Darlene is ravenous and screaming at Wes Walker. Wes stands tall telling Darlene to bring it on.
Watson: Oh my goodness Cid, we are in for a heck of a match at Stranglemania, these two do NOT like each other.
Sydney: Darlene is out of control and I love it, Wes Walker better watch his back because Darlene is going to be ALL OVER HIM!
TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
ONE NIGHT ONLY ATTRACTION
Lunch Time
VS NSFW
Watson: Welcome back, folks. This show has been an absolute blast and we still have more. The future may be bright but Lunch Time has the opportunity to show that they belong in the present when they battle NSFW.
Sydney: I can’t … I can’t say much about what NSFW has been about lately but I’ll tell you this, mate. Bishop and McGuire are no jokes and they have had zero tolerance for the antics of Meat and Tater.
Watson: Don’t think that matters much, Cid. NSFW’s biggest mistake could not be taking them seriously. They’ve made a lot of demands of Chris Brock and don’t have much positive to say about this brand.
Sydney: Oh, they are taking this seriously, that’s what I’m afraid of.
Starr: The following match is a tag team match and scheduled for one fall! First, coming down the aisle at a combined weight of 642 pounds! MEAT!...TATER!...They are LUNCH TIME!
"Everybody Wants Some" begins blaring throughout the Cow Palace 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. 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 as their theme fades out.
Starr: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 400 pounds… FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY..... N....S....F...W!
The lights suddenly drop. Words flash across the screen accompanying Jacoby Shaddix’s vocals and a strobe pulse from the side lights.
The lights flare to life again as ‘Renegade Music’ continues, white pulses and lasers- notably devoid of the once-iconic green and orange- flash along with the words WE FIRST. ALWAYS. NSFW in succession on the Mactron. Mike McGuire and Bishop Church enter to a mixed reaction, the two of them walking in lockstep, affording those wearing their gear or holding NSFW signs along the entry ramp a smile or wave as they approach the ring, seemingly ignoring everyone else.
Before Lunch Time can make any decision on who starts this match, NSFW slides into the ring and starts the fight right away!
But much to the approval of the crowd, Meat and Tater seem to be getting the upper hand in dual fashion, they throw Church and Bishop over the top rope!
It takes a moment for the official to sort things out but eventually Church and Tater start this match out.
Watson: NSFW looked to take advantage of some possible jet lag from their opponents, but Lunch Time was more than ready!
Sydney: I have to admit that was pretty impressive by these two goofballs.
DING DING DING
Church and Tater locked up and in a rare sight, it was Tater who overpowered Church. There was a stalemate at first with dueling shoulder tackles but eventually Tater got Church off of his feet. He followed with three big scoop slams followed by a huge running splash that took the wind out of his opponent! However when he tried for a fisherman’s buster, Church blocked the move and took over the 300 pounder with a vertical suplex. But Tater impressively got to his feet very quickly and continued the offensive with a clothesline. He dragged Church over to his corner and tagged in his partner and best friend, Meat! From there Lunch Time unleashed an impressive fleury of double team moves! They ran through the big man with a double clothesline and then tossed high into the air with back body drop! Meat even whipped Church right into Tater for a nasty looking spinebuster they called the Pop Tart!
The crowd was in a frenzy as the two celebrated their dominance by pulling cans of Easy Cheeze from their singlets and spraying them into each other’s mouths!
Watson: Lunch Time may be a little cheesy, but they are a DAMN good tag team and NSFW has just found that out!
Sydney: Oh my God, they’re about to share that vile crap with Church. He’s a well known vegan, it’ll kill him!
Church got to his feet just in time to see the beefy duo bearing down in him, spray cans in hand. The referee loses all control of this bout and McGuire joins the fracas and jumps on Tater’s back, applying a chokehold. The referee distracted by all of this misses Church kneeing Meat right in the groin! The spray can of Cheese goes flying into the front row! Tater flings Mike up over his head but doesn’t see Bishop Church before it's too late. He bull rushes the big man out of the ring! Quickly, NSFW gathers up Meat and dumps him over the top rope and he falls on top of his partner! Mike charges towards Bishop and he launches them in the air to reign down a huge forearm smash onto Lunch Time!
Watson: Flight of Icarus from NSFW! I think McGuire and Church have finally realized that Lunch Time is no push over!
Sydney: I don’t think you get it, Tim, NSFW takes every match they have seriously, they just work smarter.
Meat is dead weight and Church gets out of the ring to assist Mike in getting him back into the ring. Throughout all of that, the official finally got the match back on in the legal sense. Church tagged in Mike and the Bronx Brawler went out Meat by keeping him off his feet. They kicked his knees and when he got too far off, they leveled him with a dropkick or a clothesline. But you can’t keep a good man down and eventually Meat got to his feet. He tried to lift McGuire into the air for a press slam but got raked across his eyes for his troubles. They landed on their feet and then took down Meat with a Rubbernecker! Mike went to the top rope and scored a Race Drive diving headbutt for a two count - but only because Tater smartly broke up the pin with an elbow to Mike’s lower back! This allowed for Lunch Time to come back. Meat tagged in Tater and it nearly came down to Crunch Time only for Church to return the favor with a kick to the back of Tater’s head! He dragged Mike to his corner and got the tag in. Mike, shaking off the cobwebs, rolled out of the ring.
Church ducks a clothesline from Tater and takes the big man over with a German suplex, he turns his attention to Meat and knocks him off the apron with a clothesline of his own.
Mike is seen rummaging under the ring.
Tater hits Church over the back with a forearm to the back and tries for German but the heavy of NSFW grounds himself and knocks Tater back with a reverse elbow to the jaw, he spins around and puts on the reverse waistlock and then opts to push him into the ropes! Out of the referee’s view, Mike jams the end of a wooden baseball bat right into Tater’s gut! Church rolls him up!
One!
Two!
And Meat gets the bat to the midsection for good measure!
Three!
DING DING DING
Starr: And your winner, via pinfall... NSFW!
Watson: NSFW steals another match! Lunch Time dominated tonight and once gain, NSFW had to take a damn shortcut to get it done.
Sydney: A win’s a win, mate. And NSFW ain’t done.
Mike winds the bat up once more and makes sure Meat isn’t getting back into the ring with a heavy swing into the back. Tater tries to get out of the ring to help his best friend but Church cuts off the aid with a chop black.
And then like sharks smelling blood in the water, NSFW circles Tater. The big man dodges a bat blow to but gets caught by Church with a drive by knee to the head. Mike then repeatedly whacks Tater over the back with the bat as the crowd boos them!
Watson: This is just disgusting to watch. Chris Brock has to be hysterical as NSFW absolutely destroys Lunch Time here. You have to think this was their plan all along.
Sydney: Look, I love FSW and all but Lunch Time tempted fate here tonight.
Suddenly there is some commotion in the crowd. Two huge bulking men leap over opposite barricades!
Sydney: What the hell are they doing here!?
Watson: That’s Damage Inc! NSFW defeated them on Friday Night, uncleanly I might add, and they’re here with the receipt!
Mike keeps wailing on Tater with the bat almost until it's too late! Malice and Mayhem slide into the ring and collide with NSFW! Malice swats the bat out of Mike’s hand and levels them with a big boot! Church battled with Mayhem but with just competing, Mayhem got the upper hand and knocked Bishop backwards and out of the ring. He landed on his feet and quickly reached into the ring and grabbed Mike by a leg just as Damage Inc looked to do what they do best and that’s damage. NSFW disappears quickly into the crowd, shoving away angry handsy members of the audience!
Damage Inc is shown checking on Lunch Time while watching NSFW flee with smiles on their faces.
Watson: Well, there is no love lost between Damage Inc and Lunch Time but you have to appreciate these two bruisers saving Lunch Time’s skin. Once FSW, always FSW. Folks, We’ve got our main event just after this break!
The scene heads backstage in The Mile One Center, and we open to the FSW General Manager Chris Brock sat in an office. He finished up a phone call and drops his cell on the desk before turning his attention to a computer screen in front of him. After a few seconds there’s a harsh knock at the door and Brock looks up with a sigh.
Brock: Come in…
Almost instantly the door is opened revealing a middle-aged woman in a sharp pantsuit, her hair tightly pulled back in a bun. She steps into the room followed by two middle-aged men each in suits and each carrying folders packed full of papers. Brock frowns in confusion as he stands up. The three suited individuals part and the look of confusion on Brock’s face deepens as a man walks in wearing a coat made of the Star-Spangled Banner and The Union Jack, now fur-lined to accommodate for the chill in the Newfoundland air; yes, ‘The S-Factor’ Scorpio is on FSW! The United States Champion stares ahead as Crème de la Crème slides in next to him wearing a stunning orange gown and ginger wig to celebrate her visit to Future Stars.
Brock: … what’s going on?
Scorpio: My lawyers will fill you in.
The (Unofficial) 46th President of The United States turns to the woman in the pantsuit and raises a single perfectly-plucked eyebrow, prompting her to step forward.
Lawyer: Mr. Brock, as one of the EWC’s General Managers you will be undoubtedly aware of the situation surrounding Cyrus Black and the Undisputed Championship. With Black’s injury and subsequent suspension the presumed contender to Melody Malone is otherwise indisposed; as the man who pinned the Undisputed Champion in her first match of the season, who physically destroyed her in the close of Rampage 463, and who has dominated the first two months of Season 21 we demand Scorpio be named the number-one contender with immediate effect…
The crowd watching this on the screen boo loudly at the idea of The S-Factor being in contendership for the Undisputed Championship. Back in the office Chris Brock stares at each of the lawyers, Crème, and Scorpio, before he sighs once more.
Brock: What makes you think I have the authority to hand out Undisputed Championship shots on my own—
Lawyer: Oh, don’t worry about that, we’ll be visiting each of the General Managers and President Mac himself.
Brock: To be honest with you Scorpio I expect we’ll organize a tournament of some kind, I’m sure you’ll be included—
Scorpio: NO! AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE BEEN THROUGH IN THIS PLACE I WON’T GO THROUGH SOME FUCKING TOURNAMENT TO GET MY SHOT!
All in the room stare wide-eyed at Scorpio after his outburst as he stares at Brock with a fiery intensity. He pouts his ruby-red lips and places a hand on one hip, sneering. The main lawyer snaps her fingers and her two associates slam down their folders stuffed with papers onto Chris Brock’s desk. The FSW GM stares down at the folders before he shakes his head and raises an eyebrow at the group in front of him, wordlessly asking what this is supposed to be…
Lawyer: For a year now the EWC has persistently put others ahead of my client. They allowed him to be thrown from the Insanity Cage with no repercussions on Cyrus Black for his violent and dangerous behaviour. They allowed Melody Malone’s championship match to happen despite her vicious and brutal involvement of flaming tables at YoungBlood. They made no efforts to step in when Ace King not only dressed up as my client’s manager but used that disguise to almost attack him ahead of their WrestleFest. These folders are full of evidence of how the EWC has conspired against Scorpio, passed him over for opportunities, promoted certain members of the roster despite sub-par records and borderline illegal behaviour, and started a campaign of propaganda to discredit and demean him.
Brock looks taken aback as he flicks through some of the papers in the folders, and the crowd in the main arena can be heard booing even louder.
Lawyer: Our terms are simple – either Scorpio receives his rightful shot at Melody Malone and her Undisputed Championship, or we begin legal proceedings and sue this company for millions in damages.
Scorpio: Millions, bitch.
He blows a kiss to Brock as the lawyer hands over an envelope with the formal request. Spinning on his Louboutin heels The S-Factor struts out of the room followed by his lawyer and her two associates. Brock opens the letter and scans it, shaking his head in disbelief, before he looks up at the remaining Crème de la Crème.
Brock: You know this is utterly ridiculous, right? There’s no case here!
Crème de la Crème: That may be, but remember Scorpio’s been a fashionista and a socialite as long as he’s been a wrestler. He’s a man who’s got contacts at every fashion house, every magazine, every major news corporation… this is the country that made Donald Trump President on the basis of lies and populism… you think they’ll listen to reason and “truth”? Spread the word amongst the EWC management… we demand an answer by Rampage 465…
Crème struts off with the rest of the group leaving Chris Brock flicking through the folders, before he sits down and runs a hand through his hair, looking surprised at the demands. He leans back in his chair and picks up his cell, dialling a number and putting the phone to his ear as we fade out…
SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE MATCH
Wes Walker
VS Stitches
Watson: I can’t believe what we’ve just seen! Scorpio made his return to FSW and delivered summons to our general manager – either he is granted a shot at the Undisputed Championship, or his team of lawyers are going to move with legal proceedings to try and sue the EWC!
Sydney: That’s the kind of power move this place needs! The Rampage Commander-In-Chief is showing us how it’s done! THAT’S MY PRESIDENT!
Watson: You really are delusion Cid, I swear...
Sydney: I'm just saying I would vote for him in a heartbeat!
Watson: ANYWAY! It's finally here folks. We've waited all night for this, hell we've waited over two weeks for this since it was announced. For the first time since the return of the North American title, it's champion versus champion here on FSW!
Sydney: Wes Walker, arguable the biggest upstart of last season, and Stitches the grizzled veteran who has dominated FSW for the better part of a year at this point... I cannot WAIT for these two to collide.
The camera cuts to ring announcer Isabella Starr who is standing in the middle of the ring, a spotlight on her as the house lights have gone dim.
Starr: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for your Future Stars of Wrestling MAIN EVENT!
Watson: You really are delusion Cid, I swear...
Sydney: I'm just saying I would vote for him in a heartbeat!
Watson: ANYWAY! It's finally here folks. We've waited all night for this, hell we've waited over two weeks for this since it was announced. For the first time since the return of the North American title, it's champion versus champion here on FSW!
Sydney: Wes Walker, arguable the biggest upstart of last season, and Stitches the grizzled veteran who has dominated FSW for the better part of a year at this point... I cannot WAIT for these two to collide.
The camera cuts to ring announcer Isabella Starr who is standing in the middle of the ring, a spotlight on her as the house lights have gone dim.
Starr: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for your Future Stars of Wrestling MAIN EVENT!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Starr: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing FIRST...From Galway, Ireland... He is the current EWC North American champion..... ! !!!!
Pyros hit and "Perfection Through Silence" by Finch begins to play, Wes Walker comes from behind the curtain with the North American Title over his shoulder. He raises it up above his head with one hand and the crowd goes wild. He bows his head and takes in the cheers. Wes puts the title back over his shoulder and walks down the aisle into the ring. He and the title slide under the bottom rope in a quick motion. He passes the title off to the referee after raising it one more time in the middle of the ring.
Starr: And his opponent! From Residing in The Carnival of Shattered Dreams... He is the current reigning Future Starts of Wrestling champion..... The Carnival Clown..... SSSSSSSSTITCHESSSSSSSS!!!!
'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat drops at around the thirty seven second mark the curtains are brushed to the side, smoke spewing out from behind the curtains, and out walks Stitches. A wide, red-painted Chelsea-esque grin is across the face of Stitches as he stares out at the crowd of people before him.
Stitches methodically makes his way down the ramp, staring down the crowd members who dare lean too far over the crowd barricade. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he stops and once again looks out at the crowd of people before him. Stitches approaches the nearby steel stairs, climbs up onto the apron and begins walking the edge of the apron like a tight rope before reaching the nearby ring post. Stitches climbs up onto the second rope and throws his arms out wide for the crowd to embrace him. As expected, the crowd does not embrace a sinister-looking clown.
Stitches hops down from the rope and enters into the ring before approaching the nearby corner of the ring. Stitches turns around, facing the center of the ring and sits down in the corner of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring.
Watson: Both champions have seen action already here tonight. Stitches got into the head or Mercenary and may have even taken him out of action before they could have their long awaited match, and Wes Walker and Darlene scrapped just a few minutes ago. They are both present, both determined to make sure that they give absolutely NOTHING up to their opponent.
Sydney: I am so ready Tim. No more waiting, no more analyzing or predicting. We are going to find out right here and right NOW who the best of FSW is.
Referee Matt Mercer goes to each corner to give instructions to both men, quickly patting them down to make sure there are no foreign objects hidden on their persons. Satisfied with his findings he points to the time keeper to ring the bell!
DING DING DING
Before the final DING of the bell can even sounds, Wes immediately starts running at The Carnival Clown. He takes four big steps and then plants and leaps into the air, spinning counter clockwise and landing flying spinning elbow that sends Stitches into the corner and reeling immediately! The crowd is on their feet in an instant and cheering on the North American champion as he follows up immediately by throwing boots at the downed FSW champion, not letting him regroup at all.
Watson: Walker with an interesting strategy here. He went immediately at the FSW champion and caught him off guard!
Sydney: LET'S GET IT ON TIM! INJECT THIS INTO MY VEINS!
After several stomps to the torso, referee Matt Mercer tries to break the two men up, but Wes ignores him until Mercer is forced to begin a five count. At four, Walker backs away. Mercer checks on the FSW champion who cannot believe what just happened! He wipes his mouth with the back of a hand, checking for blood and when he sees none he smiles as he uses both hands to reach for the top rope and pull himself up. Wes lunges at Stitches again, this time connecting right to the face with a flying knee! Stitches stumbles again, but remains up right as Walker follows up by ducking under a clothesline attempt from the FSW champion and transitioning it into a belly to belly suplex! The fans offer a huge cheer in appreciation here as Wes goes for the pin but only gets a two count as Stitches kicks out. Both men get back to their feet now and we get a proper lock up in the middle of the squared circle. Stitches gets the advantage here and transitions to a headlock but that only lasts for a few seconds as The Carnival Clown quickly grabs the hair of Walker and pulls hard as he transitions into a back breaker over his knee. Wes hits the mat hard and immediately covers his head as he writhes around on the mat.
Sydney: Stitches showing his experience here as he takes all the wind out of the North American Champions sails!
Stitches grabs Walker by the head and pulls him to a standing position before throwing a massive hay-maker that connects straight to the face of Wes. Wes whips back and loses his footing, backing up a step before he retaliates with a hay maker of his own! The crowd is buzzing again now as they continue to trade blows. the fans cheer for every hit that Wes lands and boo when Stitches comes back with his own shot. this goes back and forth at a medium pace before the crowd reaches a fever pitch. Finally, stitches lets his arm flail after landing a shot and it knocks referee Matt Mercer to the mat and taking his eyes off of both men.
Watson: STITCHES HAS TAKEN THE REF OUT OF THIS FIGHT FOR NOW!
Sydney: You win by any means necessary Tim! This is what The Carnival Clown does best!
Stitches now gets the upper hand by kicking Walker directly in the groin and Wes is down hard! He is rolling around the mat in obvious pain as Stitches emits a powerful evil laugh. He reaches into his pants and comes out with a small metal stud that has a blunted spike on the end! the crowd is hollering now, screaming for the ref to pay regain his attention. Stitches goes to hit Wes with the metal stud, but somehow Walker has enough awareness to block the attack, slapping the stud out of Stitches hand! Wes now catches Stitches off guard as he quickly locks in the Tiger Choke (gogoplata)!
Watson: WOAH! Wes Walker has the FSW champion in his submission finisher! This one could be over!!
Stitches immediately stats tapping on Wes's arm, signaling that he gives up, but referee Matt Mercer is just starting to stir and doesn't see it. Wes breaks the hold thinking that he has won the match.
Sydney: THIS ISN'T OVER! The Ref didn't see Stitches tap!
Stitches quickly takes advantage of the situation by grabbing Walker and quickly hitting the Sound of Silence (Future-Shock DDT)! Matt Mercer is finally back into this match as Stitches goes for the cover.
1......
2.....
3......
Watson: Walker with an interesting strategy here. He went immediately at the FSW champion and caught him off guard!
Sydney: LET'S GET IT ON TIM! INJECT THIS INTO MY VEINS!
After several stomps to the torso, referee Matt Mercer tries to break the two men up, but Wes ignores him until Mercer is forced to begin a five count. At four, Walker backs away. Mercer checks on the FSW champion who cannot believe what just happened! He wipes his mouth with the back of a hand, checking for blood and when he sees none he smiles as he uses both hands to reach for the top rope and pull himself up. Wes lunges at Stitches again, this time connecting right to the face with a flying knee! Stitches stumbles again, but remains up right as Walker follows up by ducking under a clothesline attempt from the FSW champion and transitioning it into a belly to belly suplex! The fans offer a huge cheer in appreciation here as Wes goes for the pin but only gets a two count as Stitches kicks out. Both men get back to their feet now and we get a proper lock up in the middle of the squared circle. Stitches gets the advantage here and transitions to a headlock but that only lasts for a few seconds as The Carnival Clown quickly grabs the hair of Walker and pulls hard as he transitions into a back breaker over his knee. Wes hits the mat hard and immediately covers his head as he writhes around on the mat.
Sydney: Stitches showing his experience here as he takes all the wind out of the North American Champions sails!
Stitches grabs Walker by the head and pulls him to a standing position before throwing a massive hay-maker that connects straight to the face of Wes. Wes whips back and loses his footing, backing up a step before he retaliates with a hay maker of his own! The crowd is buzzing again now as they continue to trade blows. the fans cheer for every hit that Wes lands and boo when Stitches comes back with his own shot. this goes back and forth at a medium pace before the crowd reaches a fever pitch. Finally, stitches lets his arm flail after landing a shot and it knocks referee Matt Mercer to the mat and taking his eyes off of both men.
Watson: STITCHES HAS TAKEN THE REF OUT OF THIS FIGHT FOR NOW!
Sydney: You win by any means necessary Tim! This is what The Carnival Clown does best!
Stitches now gets the upper hand by kicking Walker directly in the groin and Wes is down hard! He is rolling around the mat in obvious pain as Stitches emits a powerful evil laugh. He reaches into his pants and comes out with a small metal stud that has a blunted spike on the end! the crowd is hollering now, screaming for the ref to pay regain his attention. Stitches goes to hit Wes with the metal stud, but somehow Walker has enough awareness to block the attack, slapping the stud out of Stitches hand! Wes now catches Stitches off guard as he quickly locks in the Tiger Choke (gogoplata)!
Watson: WOAH! Wes Walker has the FSW champion in his submission finisher! This one could be over!!
Stitches immediately stats tapping on Wes's arm, signaling that he gives up, but referee Matt Mercer is just starting to stir and doesn't see it. Wes breaks the hold thinking that he has won the match.
Sydney: THIS ISN'T OVER! The Ref didn't see Stitches tap!
Stitches quickly takes advantage of the situation by grabbing Walker and quickly hitting the Sound of Silence (Future-Shock DDT)! Matt Mercer is finally back into this match as Stitches goes for the cover.
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DING DING DING
Starr: Here is you winner, The FSW champion...STITCHESSSSS!!!!!!!
Watson: NO!...NO!...GOOD GOD NO! How did this happen?! Wes Walker had the FSW champion tapping out but because Matt Mercer didn't see it, Stitches still got the victory here!
Sydney: That was a masterful move by Stitches. He knew the ref wasn't back in this match yet and he took advantage of it. He found his opening and used it to his advantage.
In the ring, Stitches is handed his title. He raises it high into the air as the boo's continue to rain down from the crowd.
Watson: This story did not have a happy ending, folks. But that's life. This night has been one HELL of a ride and if this is any indication of how StrangleMania is going to be then you do NOT want to miss it! For Cid Sydney, I am Tim Watson and we will see you after StrangleMania!
FSW comes to a close on a scene of Stitches standing over Wes Walker, the FSW title help high in the air.
Sydney: That was a masterful move by Stitches. He knew the ref wasn't back in this match yet and he took advantage of it. He found his opening and used it to his advantage.
In the ring, Stitches is handed his title. He raises it high into the air as the boo's continue to rain down from the crowd.
Watson: This story did not have a happy ending, folks. But that's life. This night has been one HELL of a ride and if this is any indication of how StrangleMania is going to be then you do NOT want to miss it! For Cid Sydney, I am Tim Watson and we will see you after StrangleMania!
FSW comes to a close on a scene of Stitches standing over Wes Walker, the FSW title help high in the air.
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Allen Anderson
@saunders
Harlan Rogers
Allen Anderson & PARAMOUNT
@aidensheahan
Stitches & MERCENARY
Ibuki Ito
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Marina Avgeropoulos
MATCH TWO
WRITER: Wes Walker
MATCH THREE
WRITER: PARAMOUNT
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Ezio DeLuca
MATCH FIVE
WRITER:Gabrielle Visconty
MATCH SIX
WRITER: Darlene
MATCH SEVEN
WRITER: Rotten Mark Keaton
MATCH EIGHT
WRITER: @saunders
MATCH NINE/ MAIN EVENT
WRITER: PARAMOUNT
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH
Marina Avgeropoulos Vs Ben Superior
WINNER: Marina Avgeropoulos
...
SINGLES MATCH
Chris Maverick Vs Joseph hall
WINNER: Chris Maverick
...
SINGLES MATCH
L.A. Meyers Vs Aidan O'Sheahan
WINNER(S): No Contest (Match never started)
WINNER(S): No Contest (Match never started)
...
SINGLES MATCH
Allen Anderson Vs Ezio DeLuca
WINNER: Ezio DeLuca
...
SINGLES MATCH
Jason Rayne Vs Nightcall
WINNER: Nightcall
...
SINGLES MATCH
Candy Vs Mercenary
WINNER: Candy
...
SINGLES MATCH
Robbie Rayder Vs Killjoy Ito
WINNER: Killjoy Ito
WINNER: Killjoy Ito
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TAG TEAM SHOWCASE
Lunch Time Vs NSFW
WINNERS: NSFW
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SINGLES MATCH
Wes Walker Vs Stitches
WINNER: Stitches
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Stitches
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Wes Walker Vs Stitches
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