FWA Season 3 Premiere/One Year Anniversary

[Solomon Graham]

SEASON 3 PREMIERE AND ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY SHOW
MAY 19TH
FEATURING TALENT FROM BOTH FWA AND IWA: SCARBOROUGH HERITAGE WRESTLING
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WILLIS - Salutations wrestling fans!! Welcome to the new era of the Fullmetal Wrestling Alliance under the Xtreme Hardcore Federation Network! For those tuning in for the first time, my name is James Willis and I’m joined here in the newly-created commentary booth by the one and only, “Late Night” Allen Graham!!

LATE NIGHT - That’s right, and what a classy network Joey Grymm’s gotten us into, eh?! I always knew he hung out with the wrong crowd and goddammit, I shoulda said something to my daughter before she married him!

WILLIS - You better be careful, Al. He is the one who signs our paychecks, after all.

LATE NIGHT - As far as I’m concerned, my son is the one who signs my paycheck. Not that damn heretic!

WILLIS - Well, either way, tonight we’ve got some action-packed action in store for you fans! In the main event, a rematch from exactly one year ago will commence, as Solomon Graham takes on Evan Starr. In their first encounter, Evan Starr walked out the victor and Solomon Graham, to put it bluntly… cheated the entire time! Will their match tonight be any different?

LATE NIGHT - Hey, how dare you call my son a cheater! Ah, whatever; We also got some championship matches tonight (Woo! Championship!). ALPHA puts his Canadian Tag Team championship on the line against any team in the wrestling world. Who will accept this challenge and will they be able to relieve that son of a bitch of his belts?! GOD, I hope so! After he put me through that glass table and after he beat the shit outta my son, I hope he loses those titles very soon!

WILLIS - It’s probably not gonna happen, Al. I hate to say it, but ALPHA’s a freight train. In any case, another title match taking place is that of the FWA Professional Wrestling championship, when Duncan Aries defends the title against fellow FWA Original, Paul Wilson. That match is sure to be a classic, folks!


LATE NIGHT - And, of course, some matches from the Developmental brand, IWA: Scarborough Heritage Wrestling, will be taking place. One for the SHW Openweight Tag Team championship, one for the FWA Heritage championship, and one for the SHW Openweight championship. Of course, those matches will be airing separately from this show as an exclusive to the Excelsior Wrestling Streaming Network, so for those EWS fans… look forward!

WILLIS - Indeed! And now, folks, I’ve been informed that Solomon Graham is set to give an interview at ringside. So, let’s join our ring announcer and fellow journalist, Cheyenne Graham!

LATE NIGHT - MY DAUGHTER!!!

From there, we go to ringside with the lovely Cheyenne Graham.

CHEYENNE - Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, SOLOMON GRAHAM!!!

Out comes Solomon Graham, who receives a positive reaction. He wastes no time, going straight to the podium of the FWA.

CHEYENNE - Solomon… knowing you (and I know you very well), you must be pretty darn excited about this!

SOLOMON - Goddamn right, sis! All of this… especially today, on this very day… this was all thanks to the hard work and dedication of the FWA Wrestlers, staff and others… and it was especially thanks to each and every one of you, even those watching from the sanctity of their homes. Without all of you… this whole operation falls apart. So, thank you all. For coming along for the ride and helping us make it to this very point. I love you all!

The fans pop big time for that, and Solomon responds with a smile as his sister continues.

CHEYENNE - It’s been just a little under a month since you lost the Tag Team championship to ALPHA. How do you feel after that crushing defeat?

SOLOMON - It may surprise you and many others that I bear no ill will towards ALPHA, for taking the belts. Very plain and simple. I can forgive that because we pay him to show up and fuck shit up. However, that does not excuse the fact that he laid hands on my father and threatened my sisters and one day, I will get my revenge for that.

CHEYENNE - And, of course, quite a bit has happened over the course of the past month. The FWA has become part of the XHF Network and now it seems like another fed (or, at least, somebody from another fed) has shown up here in the FWA. What’re your thoughts… on Lucas Swann?

Instantly, the crowd’s mood sours, and the cheers of adoration for Solomon turn to jeers of hatred for Lucas. Sol does his best to try and calm the fans down.

SOLOMON - I know, I know… and trust me, he’s being dealt with. He’s not under FWA contract and thus, he cannot lay hands on FWA wrestlers. Not only that… but Lucas has always been a fickle, little brat, desperate to do anything for attention. Honestly… I’d say don’t even worry about him. And, for the record… we’re going to be contacting the owner of J-ROK, to ensure that shit like what happened at Reckless Warzone, doesn’t happen again, and that Lucas stays over there with the rest of the Misfits. To prevent him from getting his ass kicked, and to prevent J-ROK from getting embarrassed! Really, we’re doing them a favour. Me, Jooey, and the inv--- err, I mean… just me and Jooey. Heh heh heh...

Graham blushes and rubs the back of his neck nervously. The look on his sister’s face grows more curious.

CHEYENNE - What were you about to say…?!

SOLOMON - Uhh… never you mind, sis. For right now, I’d like to talk about my opponent, Evan Starr. Evan… last year, you and I did battle. At the time, I was the Bad Guy and you were the Good Guy… but now, judging by the reaction of these lovely people…

The fans cheer once again. Sol pauses for a bit longer to let them settle down.

SOLOMON - I’d say we’re both on the same page now. But… the reason you and I are fighting tonight is because I want to rectify my mistakes from last year and finally prove, once and for all, that I CAN beat you fair and square, in the middle of that ring. Now, of course, you did beat me fair and square just a year ago, and you were the first ever FWA champion, having beaten my best friend (and the man who helped me find myself), Eddie Evans. Not only that, but you were trained by D.J. Cassidy, one of the greatest wrestlers there is or was, but none of that will be enough to save you from defeat tonight, Evan. Then, when I’ve beaten you, I’ll move forward to face and defeat Blair Sigma. And now, before we kick this show off, I have an announcement to make. Jooey… get your ass out here… you too, Vic Wheeler!

From there, Sol steps to the other side of the podium. Then, out comes the Television champion, Vic Wheeler, followed closely by the FWA’s co-owner, Jooey Grymm (both of whom receive a very positive reaction). They both walk up to the podium. Wheeler places his hands on his hips, wondering what’s going on, meanwhile Jooey’s got an excited look on his face. Sol looks at Wheeler intently.

SOLOMON - Now, Vic… as you know, we did ask you to return us the Television championship belt. We told you that Dempsey hadn’t quite taken proper care of it, given his status as champion. The leather was worn and tearing, the paint was chipping. And so, we had to have it sent for repairs.

Vic nods his head.

SOLOMON - Well… I have good news! Earlier today, we got the belt back from our belt maker… and I think she did a TREMENDOUS job fixing it up! Ladies and gentlemen, the IMPROVED… FWA TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!

Solomon then reaches under the podium… and what he pulls out is an absolutely stunning championship belt. We can tell that it’s an updated design from its original version, with some of the paint replaced and the sideplates totally redone. Not only that, but the leather strap looks brand-spankin’ new! It’s gorgeous...
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Sol then presents Wheeler with his championship belt and sends him on his way. Once Wheeler is in the back, he turns his attention to Jooey.

SOLOMON - Now, Joe… last year, I initiated an unprovoked attack on you. I punched you in the nuts and then I did it again several moments later, after my match with Evan. I’m taking now, as the time… to properly apologize for that. I’m sorry. It was immature of me and I realize now what I’d done. Moving forward, I want us to go back to being sworn brothers again, especially after you had my back at Reckless Warzone. Whaddya say?

Sol then outstretches the hand. Jooey ponders it for a few moments… before looking to the audience who are cheering and telling him to do it… before looking back at his brother-in-law and shaking his hand with a warm smile on his face. The fans pop big time and Sol looks happy… but then, as Solomon tries to let go and walk away… Jooey doesn’t let go. In fact… you could say the air grows colder when this happens, as Graham slowly turns to face his brother-in-law, who is now smirking, not smiling. Graham has a confused look on his face, but then… it turns to a look of sheer horror when he hears Jooey’s voice. It’s much deeper in pitch than usual and the tone is so cold, it could send shivers down your spine and make your skin crawl.

GRYMM - Oh, Solomon… you always were so... naive.

He then knees Solomon right in the balls! Then, as Solomon falls to the ground and the fans turn on him, out from the back come four men: Jeffrey Shaw, whose appearance has changed. He takes on a much more… reptilian form now than when we previously saw him. SWANN, who looks much the same as we previously saw him, and two Nameless Cloaked figures in black Ghoul masks. Jeffrey walks right up to Jooey, who speaks to him in some sort of… Ancient Latin Dialect… Jeffrey seems to understand it pretty well. All Cheyenne can do is watch on in a shocked state of horror as Jeffrey then grabs a chair, hands it to SWANN, and then orders the two nameless ones to hold Graham in place, which they do.

The two figures are exceptionally taller than even Graham and Shaw, it seems. SWANN then lifts the chair high above his head… but then, the cheering of the fans takes them off guard! Who could it be?! Why… it’s none other… than Lincoln ACE Alexander!! He snatches the chair from SWANN and goes to smack him with it, but SWANN gets out of the way just in time and takes off running, with Jeffrey and the Ghouls following behind him. Jooey, however (if it even is Jooey at this point), stays and stares down Linc, who doesn’t back down either. Linc brazenly swings the chair at Jooey, nailing him in the head… but Jooey doesn’t even flinch as he continues to slowly move in on Linc, all the while angrily staring him down.

Then, Graham gets back on one knee and NAILS him with a Low Blow… but he doesn’t flinch for that, either. Graham then gets to his feet and stands in front of Linc, trying to shield him from this monster of a man that’s clearly no longer his brother-in-law (though, Linc doesn’t exactly back down). Then, the unthinkable happens: A bolt of lighting shoots the exact ground where Jooey is standing… and when it does, he disappears in a puff of black smoke. Graham looks astounded and bewildered, while Linc just gives a look that says “Where TF did he go?!?”... But then, Graham turns around and hugs Linc close to him. You can tell that he’s just glad his friend/protege is safe and sound. The two then hurry to the back and the show is able to proceed.
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OPENER
Ed Justice
Vs.
Weeaboo Jones
Unsanctioned Fight

We come back after a brief break to get everything sorted out, and when we do, both Weeaboo Jones and Ed Justice are already in the ring to start the match off, though conspicuous by their absence is an official for this match.

CHEYENNE - The following contest is… *sigh*... an unsanctioned fight… Introducing first, hailing from New Egypt, New Jersey, weighing in at 187 pounds, Ed Justice!!!

Justice points at Weeaboo and goes “I’m gonna fuckin’ murder you!” all the while the fans boo the shit out of him.

CHEYENNE - And his opponent, from “The Virgin Realm”, weighing in at 200 lbs, Weeaboo Jones!!

Weeaboo just looks around, confused and slightly aroused… to some slight admiration and love from the crowd. Probably those that hate Justice way more. Although, they are the quiet minority as the rest still boo Jones. From there, we don’t hear the bell ring. In fact, since it’s unsanctioned, there’s no need for the bell.

The fight starts off with Weeaboo running at Justice and NAILING him several times with the bodypillow, which takes him off guard and backs him into the corner, eventually getting him to huddle up into a ball. Weeaboo continues to beat him with the bodypillow, not stopping. Like, at all.

Soon, Justice has had enough and gets to his feet before grabbing the bodypillow and snatching it away, turning it on poor Weeaboo. Weeaboo gets on his knees, begging him “PLEASE DON’T HURT MY PRECIOUS WAIFU!!! DON’T DO IT MAN!!” Justice looks at the bodypillow… then looks back at Weeaboo… before throwing the bodypillow to the mat and NAILING it with a HUGE Elbow Drop… before following it up with a Knee Drop!!

All to the anger and despair of Weeaboo Jones, who screams “NOOOO!!!” before crying and rolling up into a ball. Justice then proceeds to stomp down on the crying Weeaboo.

Justice then picks Weeaboo up and brings him to the center of the ring, before NAILING him with The Downfall (Twist Of Fate)... but a fan, being a bit too belligerent, catches Justice’s attention. Justice yells at the fan, shaming him for the shape he’s in and daring him to “GET IN THIS RING RIGHT NOW AND FIGHT A PRO!!!” Surprisingly, he does, coming down the stairs and climbing into the ring. This fan is wearing a black hoodie (which is zipped up and the hood is over his head obscuring his face), as well as a pair of jeans.

He then immediately tackles Justice, nailing him with several bitch slaps thrown wildly across the head, before hooking Justice’s legs and forcing his shoulders to the mat, counting a pinfall on his own… only for Justice to immediately get out of it and beat the shit out of this fan, tearing the hoodie off… to reveal the J-ROK Doom Metal Champion, Ognom, complete with the Doom Metal belt in tow!

“YOU GODDAMN CUCK SON OF A BITCH!!!” Justice yells at the top of his lungs as he continues to beat the shit out of him. “I’M! GONNA! FUCK! YOUR! WIFE!!!” He yells each word as he punches Ognom, before picking him up and trying to make him eat a Downfall as well… only to be shoved directly into Weeaboo Jones, who’s now back on his feet, who has that cum-stained sock from his crotch on his hand and ready to go, before SHOVING it in Justice’s mouth! Ognom quickly escapes from the ring and Justice kicks, flails and screams like a bitch, but eventually, he succumbs to it, being knocked out on his feet.

Then, Weeaboo pulls his hand out of Justice’s mouth… before charging up the Kamehameha (Charged Fireball Punch with theatrics), saying the phrase along with the charge... “KAAAAA-Meeee...HAAAAA-Meeee…” before NAILING Justice with the Strike! “HAAAAAA!!!!!” which sends Justice flying into the ropes and tumbling to the outside of the ring! From there, Weeaboo grabs the bodypillow and runs off to the back, hugging it close to himself and crying as he does. Meanwhile, at the top of the steps in the audience, Ognom stands with the Doom Metal championship, wondering if he should go for it.

He looks at the downed Ed Justice… before looking at the Doom Metal championship… before looking back at Justice, and deciding that yes, he will go for it! He hurries back down the stairs and to the arena floor, before quickly getting on his hands and knees and pinning Justice. He counts his own pin.

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2.

3---NO!!! Justice gets the shoulder up at the last second.

From there, Ognom goes into a frustrated panic, grabbing the belt and quickly rushing up the stairs and out of the studio. From there, we cut to a commercial break.
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Streaming live on the EWSN and airing on the official FWA YouTube channel
Next show date: May 30th at U of T Scarborough
Some of the Matches currently booked:

The American Nightmare (Represented by Draco Cutler, Tony Randell, Tom The Butcher and Adrian Graves) vs. Rupert Hamish, Eddie Evans and Platinum Honour (Andrew Cross and Alex North)
4-on-4 Elimination Tag Team Match

Riley Rouse and Connie Maldoon vs. Alexandria Lopez and Angelique Francois
Femme Fatale’s Division Tag Team Match

The Young Revolvers vs. The Tag Team Revolution
No. 1 Contendership to the SHW Openweight Tag Team championship

“The Franchise” Ian Dempsey vs. Selena Firehouse
Sibling Rivalry Match

More matches TBA
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MATCH NO. 2: No Disqualification Rules
Angel Fuerza
Vs.
Black Demon

The two masked cousins come barreling out of the entrance curtain, beating the ever-loving FUCK out of each other, obviously by firing off live rounds. Angel eventually gets Demon in a Front Facelock and punches the shit out of him. Those punches eventually turn to STIFF Knee Strikes!

WILLIS - This match hasn’t even made it to the ring yet!!

LATE NIGHT - Well, what did you expect?! These two have a longstanding hatred of each other that goes all the way back to their first match in Puerto Rico. Black Demon nearly ended Fuerza’s career before it could get started and in return, Fuerza caused Black Demon to lose a lot of blood. He needed several blood transfusions and even then, it tooks weeks before he could wrestle again!

WILLIS - You can certainly see that this feud is not over! Not by a longshot.

Fuerza and Demon brawl to the podium, where Demon BASHES Fuerza’s head off the glass podium. In return, Feurza grabs Demon by the head and… OH MY GOD!!! He just threw him into several of the staff members!

WILLIS - WOAH!!!

LATE NIGHT - Woah!

But Demon, that tough son of a bitch! He gets up, grabs one of the stagehands by both of his heels and… HE’S BEATING FUERZA WITH THE STAGEHAND!!!!

LATE NIGHT - OH GODDAMN!!! Not Stagehand Lloyd’s Father’s Brother’s Nephew’s Cousin’s former roommate?!?!

WILLIS - Uh… what?!

The Stagehand screams in agony as we hear his bones cracking over Fuerza… but Demon doesn’t stop, even when the Stagehand’s almost a flesh sack of ashen bone. Eventually, he BASHES the Stagehand, ribcage first, over Fuerza’s head… before throwing the poor stagehand to the ground, leaving him to be tended to by the medical staff. Demon picks Fuerza up over his head and goes to throw him head first through the glass commentary desk…

WILLIS - No!!! We just got this table! Don’t destroy it!

LATE NIGHT - I don’t think Black Demon cares! He just wants to make Fuerza suffer!

...but NO!!! Angel manages to get out and NAIL Demon with a Backstabber!

WILLIS - Oh thank God!

LATE NIGHT - No! Thank Angel. He’s the one who got out of the move!

Angel then grabs Demon by the head and brings him to his feet, before dragging him over to the audience. He waves for the fans to get out of the way while shouting “MOVE! MOVE!” The fans move out of the way and Fuerza goes to send Demon on a Collision Course with the empty seats… but Demon reverses, sending Angel careening into them!

WILLIS - Oh dear! That could’ve been bad. That would’ve been so many lawsuits!

LATE NIGHT - Out the ass, Jimmy!

He then grabs a chair from ringside and proceeds to bash Fuerza with it, before grabbing him by the back of the neck, lifting him to his feet and bringing him back to ringside area, allowing for the fans to return to their seats. He BASHES his head off the ring apron before throwing him into the ring and following him in, at which point referee Matt Noble calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

He picks him up and goes to nail him with a Snap Suplex, but Angel flips out of it, waiting for Demon to get to his feet and then… ENZIGURI!!! Enziguri!! He then picks him up and… SANTO DRIVER (Butterfly Flip Tombstone) OUTTA NOWHERE!!!!

WILLIS - That’s the move he used to finish off Ed Justice!!

LATE NIGHT - I think it’s over! There’s no way Demon can get up from that.

He then immediately goes for the pin.

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DING DING DING

CHEYENNE - Here is your winner, ANGEL FUERZA!!!
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WILLIS - Okay, so just a heads up wrestling fans… I’ve just been informed that Late Night and I are no longer allowed to call any of ALPHA’s matches. Why? I’m not sure but don’t worry, we’ll back once the match is over. In the meantime, we’re gonna try to sort this out and until we return, folks, enjoy the next match!
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FWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
ALPHA ©
Vs.
J-Blue and Masamune

CHEYENNE - The following contest scheduled for one fall is for the FWA Canadian Tag Team championship!! Introducing first, the challengers, hailing from the Wickd City and weighing in at a combined weight of 200 lbs (soaking wet), they are the team of J-Blue and Masamune… the WICKD! CITY! CLOOOWNS!!!!

The cameras switched to the ring as J-Blue and Masamune were getting the crowd pumped up, starting a “Woop Woop” chant and calling Marco Cruze and ALPHA a “Pair a DUMB MUTHAFACKOS!!!”

The crowd roars as the large brute of a man they call ALPHA stomps out from behind the curtain, accompanied by his agent Marco Cruze. Cruze holds BOTH of the FWA Canadian Tag Team Championships overhead like a boxing corner man might as the Alpha Predator of the FWA is all fired UP; kicking and shadow boxing by the entrance curtain!

CHEYENNE - And their opponent, from Niagara Falls, Ontario, weighing in at 295 lbs, he is the FWA Canadian Tag Team champion and “The Alpha Predator”... AAAAAALPHAAAAAA!!!!

With crazy eyes blazing, he glares around the studio and double gorilla chest pounds himself with his fists. Alpha stomps to the ring and leaps up onto the apron, before ducking into the ring and going right after J-Blue and Masamune, who quickly and wisely exit the ring as the gorilla of a man double chest pounds and goes into a strongman pose, then taking the titles from Macro and throwing them overhead and roaring!; before tossing them both aggressively to Referee Matt Noble, who nearly falls over trying to catch them.

The bell rings and J-Blue looks quite unsure of what’s ahead. ALPHA comes straight out of the corner and J-Blue back pedals into his corner and tags in Masamune and quickly exits the ring. Masamune looks to J-Blue on the outside then back to Alpha where he’s surprised with a biel throw into the ring!

Alpha looks down at J-Blue and roars at him for being a coward, then hauls Masamune up by the arm and destroys him with a stepping short arm Forearm Blast knocking Masamune to the mat out cold!

ALPHA calls out Sigma asking if he’s watching, and reminding him that he has a receipt coming still, as he hauls Masamune up in a rear waist lock and explodes him overhead with a release suplex that folds the man in half and flips him end over end!

Masamune pulls himself up in the corner and rushes in with a corner avalanche splash! Masamune sags in the corner, falling into the chest of Alpha. He shoves Masamune back, pushing back on his chin to expose that chest… and lands a hard SLAP to the chest of Masamune. Then rears back and explodes with the hardest sounding knife edge chop, it removes Masamune from his feet!

The woo’s echo from the audience as the camera cuts to J-Blue holding his head in disbelief of what he’s seeing.

Alpha just toys with Masamune as he hauls him up and displays his power, hitting a Gutwrench Canadian Rack into Corner inverted Powerslam!! Just allowing Masamune to crumble to the mat following the big time move.

Alpha paces like a caged animal. Masamune doesn’t get up. So Alpha stomps in, hauling Masamune up in the Stranglehold Katahajime; thrashing Masamune around as the referee quickly calls for the bell.

CHEYENNE - The winner of this match, via Submission… and STILL FWA Canadian Tag Team Champion… ALPHA!

The camera shows J-Blue looking into the camera saying that he didn’t want any piece of that tonight, but he doesn’t notice Alpha roll out behind him. Alpha wheels him around by the shoulder and DROPS HIM with a lethal Stepping Forearm Blast!

J-Blue goes down hard, as Alpha throws his hands up overhead and roars, before once again reminding Sigma that he’s coming for that receipt!
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Coming soon to FWA Fusion…

Former AXW and IBW Tag Team champions…

Jimmy Reynolds! Timmy McDermott!

THE PUSH!!!!

Get your Dance Pants ready, folks, because on this date, they will make their very first FWA appearance:

05.24.2020
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WILLIS - Welcome back, folks! Up next, we have Donald Dream taking on a local wrestler by the name of Karl Fishburn.

LATE NIGHT - As much as I dislike Dream, we all know what’s gonna happen: He’s gonna eat the poor fishy alive!

WILLIS - I suppose we’ll have to wait and see. A win over Dream tonight could easily mean an FWA contract for young Fishburn. Can he do it?

The local wrestler, Karl Fishburn, is seen standing in the ring with referee Edgar Brown. He is stretching whilst he waits for Donald Dream.

CHEYENNE - The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Mississauga, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 245 lbs, Karl Fishburn!!!

He raises his hand for the audience, who give a cheer for him. Then, out comes Donald Dream, who receives massive amounts of heat for what he did at Reckless Warzone. He runs around the ring, all the while yelling like a madman.

CHEYENNE - And his opponent, from Gorilla City, weighing in at 270 lbs, Donald Dream!!!

He runs around the ring once more before running all the way over to Cheyenne who seems to feel slightly threatened and intimidated, as we see it in her eyes, but she doesn’t back down and instead stays strong.

CHEYENNE - So, Donald… this is your first time back in the FWA studio for quite some time. Any thoughts you’d like to share with your adoring public?

Dream pauses, before looking at the audience with disdain in his eyes and on his face. The fans respond with boos and jeers. Without missing a beat, Dream turns his head back towards Cheyenne, maintaining that disdain… but then, he begins laughing a forced laugh. He takes the mic.

He then states that these inferior beings don’t “adore” him, nor does he care if they do. He is here for one purpose, and that purpose is to usher in an era of superiors, like him and like Ian Dempsey… “speaking of…”

He then proceeds to mention that he is “well aware of his Tag Team partner’s current business in the land of the Heritage… and, in fact, it was ME who sent him there!”

LATE NIGHT - WHAT?!?!

WILLIS - That would definitely explain that!

Cheyenne and the fans seem confused. Why send an arguably valuable asset in Ian Dempsey down to a system he doesn’t need? To a system where he could shine above all else and potentially kill off the young crop of wrestlers that the Grahams are trying to help grow?

CHEYENNE - Interesting… would you care to elaborate on that? Why did you send him to SHW?

Dream scoffs, stating that “I sent him down there for one reason: To recruit fresh, young blood for the Apex. Since we weeded out our weakling of a former leader and kicked that selfish backstabber to the curb, we have been seeking out new members. Though, it must be a particular choice, for only the TRULY Superior… are worthy of being among our ranks. Surely you understand that...”

He then walks away from the podium and runs into the ring, sliding in on his stomach before quickly getting to his feet and running at poor Karl Fishburn, nailing him with several stiff punches, as Edgar Brown calls for the bell and tries to get Dream to open his fists.

DING DING DING

MATCH NO. 4
Donald Dream
vs.
Karl Fishburn

WILLIS - This match is now underway and from the looks of things, it was underway the minute Dream stepped into the ring!

LATE NIGHT - Yeah, and believe you me, this kid’s got a long night ahead of him!


Karl tries to fight back with punches of his own, but all that does is anger Dream even more than he already was. Dream immediately throws Karl’s head between his legs and NAILS him with the Mandrill, before going for the pin!

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2.

3.

DING DING DING

LATE NIGHT - WHAT?!?!

WILLIS - Just like that, almost as quickly as it began… it was over. That seemed eerily similar to last year, when Dream did the exact same thing to FWA Original, Skitzo!

The fans boo Dream out the building.

CHEYENNE - Here is your winner, Donald Dream!!!

From there, Dream exits the ring and quickly (and angrily) walks to the back. Karl grabs his head in agony, whilst Edgar Brown checks on him. Eventually, Edgar Brown throws up the the “X” and medical staff come rushing down. From there, we cut to commercial.
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The following was paid for in full by Ian Dempsey and The Apex

Are you tired of being treated like an inferior...? I bet you are.

Are you tired… of being seen in the same vein as somebody like Blair Sigma, or Solomon Graham? Tired of being seen as a being who fights over petty things, like money or pride…? I bet you are.

Are you tired of associating with inferior beings, ones who are weakened by their own ego and thus, must be eliminated? I KNOW you are.

Well then, waste no time…

Join your fellow Superiors. Become one with our cause. Help us make room for the truly superior, the truly elite and the truly powerful.

Become… Apex.

CUT
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We open backstage, where Blair Sigma sits, right leg crossed over his left, stirring a cup of coffee. While Sigma is known to be less than subtle with his aloof personality, he seems amused at the moment, nearly in a state of disbelief.

"I'll try to keep this brief on you, Sol, because, well, something tells me no matter what I say it's going to go in one ear and out the other, and not out of stubbornness, but just plain ol' stupidity. You know, say what you will about our Professional Wrestling Champion, and trust me, I'm not a huge fan myself, but he is right about you not being the sharpest tool in the shed, Sol. I try to be a professional, state my case, and you go off on some kind of philosophy lesson about me double crossing you. Sol, I'll say this until you understand it. You broke our deal, and in that, I left you broken. Now as far as The Apex goes, I guess they just realized that the biggest loser is, gasp, you? Can't speak for them, but I can speak for myself when I say if you're looking for payback, Sol, I'm not a hard guy to find. I'd kick your ass for free, but then I remembered, your cheap ass still owes me interest. Stay stupid, pal. It's what you're good at, obviously."

"But, fortunately for you, I've got bigger fish to fry tonight. Miss Ava Cannon, so nice to meet you. Sigma's the name, and, well, breaking dreams happens to be my game."

Sigma downs the rest of his coffee, tossing the cup off camera. 

"Beautiful and dangerous, well that's all a matter of opinion, now isn't it? Well, I'm glad to see you think so highly of yourself, Ava. It was a real accomplishment, holding a title no one truly wanted, until it became a scrap of tin prop for the subpar SHW. Bravo, sis, bravo. It seems to me, and well, anyone with a brain, that you're still trying to find yourself, find your footing here in FWA, even going so far as enlisting the help of a guy who's greatest contribution to this sport was whatever the fuck a Snickerdragon is. Makes solid career sense to me. Call me a cynic, Ava, but I'm not here to dispute your beauty, albeit you're not really my type of beautiful, if you know what I mean. I don't really care. I do wonder just how dangerous you are, Ava Cannon, and I intend to find out."

"Let's just hope I don't mess up whatever beauty you have to give to this world, Ava. I tend to go into this zone, Ava, I'm sure you can relate, where nothing else matters but the damage I'm doing, so I apologize in advance if I give two shits about rearranging that Asian action star looking face of yours, or make it harder to get out of bed the next day because your leg is swollen and bruised. Beauty to me, Ava, is fame, fortune, and the pursuit of financial success, so I simply see you, for all your supposed beauty and supposed dangerous tendencies, as a message, a medium to the masses who, like you, have not been properly introduced to the man of such extraordinary skills as myself."

Sigma flicks open a Zippo, removing a cigarette from his front pocket and lighting it, taking a drag.

"You may very well be beautiful, Ava. You may very well be dangerous. You may also be a very conceited, overcompensating bitch with no redeeming human qualities at all, but that's not for me to judge or give a shit about really. But tonight, Ava Cannon, one thing you surely WON'T be, is victorious. I've got no time for someone like you. I've got an empire of greatness to build, dollface."

Sigma takes another drag, as we return ringside.   
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Shooter’s Division Match
Blair Sigma
vs.
Ava Cannon

It's oblivious from the get go that Blair Sigma isn't seeing this match as anything like a threat, the showman wrestling machine out size's his opponent by quite a lot. Sigma is using that advantage heavily, from the outset catching any attempts at kick's Ava makes and throwing her across the ring for daring to try. Each time Ava goes rolling ass over tea kettle, but she doesn't stay in a heap for long. Instead using that impressive athleticism to bounce right back up and go back to it. The beautiful and dangerous woman isn't giving up at all easily, after getting whipped across the ring twice by a Blair Sigma who can't be arsed to act like he cares to be in the match at all.

Ava changes tactics, this time instead of coming straight for Sigma, who is pacing across the other side of the ring Ava backs herself up and comes off the ropes with a boost. She manages to hit a HUGE diving crossbody, having caught on to the way Sigma was pacing and waiting until he was turned just a little too far to catch her in mid air. Blair goes down and Cannon wastes no time wrapping him up in a truly insidious looking chokehold! Sigma stays remarkably calm, despite his face turning red and a clear difficulty breathing.

This is where Simga once again uses that height weight difference to his advantage. Sigma twists until he gets his legs under him, and manages to stand up and ram Ave Cannon into the ring post. When she finally relents and lets go, Sigma does a hella quick turn for his size and Powerslams her into the canvas with a capital P...Presumably for daring to take him by surprise like that. Blair Sigma is now fully in this match, huffing and puffing, all cool guy persona given way to the wrestling machine.

Sigma dog walk knee strikes Cannon out of the corner, each shot landing with an echo across Ave's ribs. Ave's bent double in pain, grunting as she's whipped into the corner. Sigma sets up for his double running knee combo but NO! Cannon gets her legs up and Sigma eats a pair of size 7 wrestling boots. The move swings things back into the decidedly Pro Ave camp and allows Cannon to execute her Golden Eye (Kicking and punching combination. Ending with a tornado kick to the temple) combination! The kick to the temple sends Blair back across the ring into the other corner! Ave looks to follow up her success with a running drop kick, but Sigma leaps out of dodge for that one.

While Ave's collecting her wits, she catches a knee trembler right on the chin! Again, Sigma uses his advantage to hoist Cannon up onto the turn buckle and poor Ave goes flying BACK across the ring from a devastating snap double underhook suplex! Blair collects himself and gets up, looking to set Ava up for his Roll The Dice (Rolling Firemans Carry)! The ROLL PAYS OFF...Boom, but it's not 7's baby as Ava isn't out! She just grins at him from the mat! Sigma's astonishment means he doesn't create some needed separation right away, and he regrets that as he's yanked down into a figure four head-scissors by Cannon!

This time, Sigma groans audibly with the difficulty of outlasting this submission. He writhes around as Ava synches the hold in that little bit tighter. It looks like Blair Sigma is fading, the official grabbing his hand and pulling it up...It stays up! Somehow, some way, again Blair finds the strength to turn himself and gather his legs under himself. Sigma lifts Cannon off the mat and drives her back first down into it. Finally, after what seems like enough slams to choke a cow, Ava relents and flops onto the ground. Whatever's driving Sigma isn't stopping now, as he collects her up like a ragdoll again. Ava goes for a ride that includes Blair's front suplex to ropes/gutwrench suplex combo!

Cannon looks thrown for several loops, as Sigma gets her up again. Blair struggles with it, Ave fights back with a shot to the face...Blair hits one of his stiff chops. Ava swings and Blair back peddles, before hitting another chop. Sigma bends, gets a shoulder check to Cannon's gut and up she goes again. The effort looks titanic for Blair Sigmas, he rocks and sways, but before Ava can get a knee up to fight him off, he treats Cannon to The Greatest Show (The Bitter End)!

Sigma gets to his feet like he's won! The gambling man is absolutely sure that Cannon HAS to be out now! Sigma turns to the official and...doesn't get the chance to hear the official's verdict!

Solomon bursts through the entrance curtain, looking like a man possessed. His eyes say it all as he stares daggers as Sigma. Sigma is on his feet, the count forgotten about as he works his way to the front of the ring, obviously intent on dealing with Solomon. Blair gestures for Solomon to step into the ring, since Sol’s so intent on fighting him.

Which was a real bad plan, on Blair Sigma's part. He's taken his eyes off of Ava Cannon, and the spirited fighter has the time she needs to rally herself. Like they say in Vegas, never take your eye off the chips! Ave's up and she absolutely DRILLS Blair Sigma with a running dropkick to the back that bounces him into and right off of the ropes! Sigma is down and clutching his back, and this time Cannon does not hesitate one inch, hefting up a completely out of gas Blair Sigma showing that SHE'S Drop Dead Gorgeous(Lifting Double Underhook sitout Facebuster)!

Instead of going for the knockout or count, Ava backs off smartly, getting herself some breathing room and letting Sigma writhe and roll...Solomon yells at Sigma to get his ass up, again taking Sigma's mind off the clear and present danger. Blair struggles, getting up to his knees, snarling something the mic's can't catch at Solomon through gritted teeth...BOOM Cannon Shot(Running Curb Stomp)!

Ava Cannon kindly putting Blair Sigma out of his misery! Sigma's head bounces off the mat with a force that can be heard in the back! Edgar Brown then checks on Sigma and…

“He’s out! Ring the bell!”

DING DING DING

CHEYENNE - Here is your winner, by KnockOut, clocking in this match at eight minutes and nine seconds… AVA CANNON!!!

Ava celebrates with manager, Wayne Graham on the outside of the ring… meanwhile, Sol continues to keep his gaze on Sigma… before smirking and shrugging (the cheek). He then turns around and proceeds to the back, presumably to get ready for his own match.
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FWA TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
“The Villain” Liam Bradley
vs.
Vic Wheeler ©

The match starts as it was always going to, with the pair of hotheads rushing out of their corners to lock up. Liam eagerly looking to get his hands on the T.V. championship and perfectly willing to beat the bejesus out of Vic Wheeler to do it. However, Liam struggles a little with Vic's small but mighty height and weight advantage. Vic uses this to bend Liam's right arm around to whip Bradly into the ropes and catch him with a Lou Thesz Press. Wheeler started slamming stiff fists into Bradly's face.

WILLIS - Nice Lou Thesz Press there by Vic Wheeler!

LATE NIGHT - That would’ve made ol’ Louie proud, I bet! Just a shame it came from that Bar Trash, Wheeler.

Bradly covered up as best he could, but he took a shot on the bounce that seemed to rock him. Leaving him open to Wheeler pulling him up and sending him back into the ropes. Vic goes for a shoulder tackle but finds that Bradly isn't there. Liam slips to the side and pounces on Wheeler with a Leaping Neckbreaker. Up Wheeler goes, Liam showing impressive strength as he Deadlift Gutwrench Suplex's the utter HELL out of Wheeler.

LATE NIGHT - Goddamn pal! That was BEAUTIFUL!!!!

WILLIS - Indeed. Beautiful Gutwrench Suplex by Liam Bradley! If he keeps this up, he may very well win this match.

LATE NIGHT - And that T.V. title, Jimmy!

Bradly smirks at the crowd, yelling. “IT'S GOING TO BE MY CHAMPIONSHIP!” before hefting Wheeler back up for an Angle Slam! Wheeler pulls him up and catches Bradly with a kick to the knee, trying to mount any offense. It doesn't work though as Bradly moves through the pain and brings Vic up again, while the struggling Vic can't seem to do much to get free. Wheeler meets the mat again at the hands of a Blue Thunder Bomb from Bradly.

WILLIS - Oh, Blue Thunder Bomb from Liam Bradley and it seems that now he’s got Wheeler on his toes!

LATE NIGHT - Indeed, Jimmy. And if he can keep him on his toes, he can send him back to those trash bars in Nova Scotia! Have you ever been to those places, Jimmy?! They’re terrible!

WILLIS - I have not.

LATE NIGHT - Exactly pal. And you wouldn’t wanna if you knew what was there.

Bradly covers but Champion Vic Wheeler kicks out with intent and determined fire in his eyes. Bradly looks visibly enraged by the kick out. This time however when Bradly gets to his feet to continue his offense, Vic uses the moment to boot him right in the same knee as before putting as much Canadian English as he can on the kick. It halts Liam in his tracks, not quite buckling his leg but it gives Wheeler the time he needs to get to his feet and get a little distance. When Bradly tries to pursue all he's met with is a Discus Punch! It forces the Villain to back off for a little space, Liam pacing his side of the ring like an animal on the hunt.

WILLIS - Wheeler, taking control of this match back from The Villain, but Liam manages to get away and get his act together! Can Wheeler maintain this newfound momentum?

LATE NIGHT - Doubt it.

Wheeler catches a breather in his corner for a moment and when Bradly comes at him, this time Wheeler is ready with a European Uppercut! That doesn't automatically drop Liam though and with a frown, Vic sweeps his opponent’s legs out from under him. Soon the momentum has shifted in Vic Wheeler’s favor and he can feel it, yelling and throwing up his VW gesture for the crowd, before nailing Bradly with a running leg drop. Bradly's up again and Wheeler's got his number once again with an arm wrench clothesline!
WILLIS - Oh my word! Beautiful Arm Wrench Clothesline from Vic Wheeler!

LATE NIGHT - Yeah, but just you wait! Soon, The Villain will have control of this match back in his hands and he will capitalize on it by taking that Television championship.

WILLIS - We’ll see about that, Late Night. Liam doesn’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to championship matches.

LATE NIGHT - And tonight, that changes, Jimmy.

Liam goes bouncing across the ring but is once again upon his feet in a bout of drive and rage. He charges at Wheeler, who tries to clothesline him again, but Bradly ducks it. They whirl on each other and exchange furious punches, neither man wanting to give the other an inch. Bradly would wind up and belt Vic with those heavy strikes, and Vic would rock, taking a step back for only a split second before getting right back up in Liam's grill with his own fists.

WILLIS - Oh my. These two are exchanging some heavy blows!

LATE NIGHT - Why isn’t Noble disqualifying these two?! PUNCHING IS AGAINST THE RULES!!

WILLIS - Noble’s too honourable to let the match end in a double disqualification simply because both men punched each other in the face, Allen. He wants to ensure that there is a clear winner in this match tonight!

LATE NIGHT - If he were at all honourable, he’d disqualify them both right now! God, this is frustrating.

The crowd began cheering with each blow as the men continued to square up and basically brawl. It looks like one of Wheeler's punches catches Bradly in the eye and he rocks further back than usual. The official Matt Noble steps in but Liam automatically waves him away, doing so takes his attention off of Vic long enough for Wheeler to catch the Villain with a stiff shot to the gut that has the crowing 'Ooohhing' incredibly loudly all over again. Before Liam knows what hit him, Wheeler's racked him up, and Yes! He sets it...CANADIAN DESTROYER! The flip piledriver!

WILLIS - OH MY GOD!!!!

LATE NIGHT - THAT MOVE MAY BE INDY TRASH, BUT THIS ONE’S GOTTA BE OVER!!!! You let me down, Liam!!!

ONE!

WILLIS - One!

TWO!!

NOPE! Liam kicks out with such ferocity that it nearly throws Wheeler off of him. The defiant kick out seemed to have taken a lot of the wind out of Liam Bradly's sails though, as he huffs clearly readying himself for another lock-up. The effort seems to have taken an equal amount out of Wheeler, but the Television Champion doesn't disappoint his challenger. The two men start to wind up to exchange blows again, but this time Bradly unloads with his own European uppercut before Vic can get a proper guard up.

WILLIS - Dear God, he nailed that Euro Uppercut with such FORCE!

LATE NIGHT - I told you, Willis. This one’s resourceful and he’s got gumption! And coming from Leeds, England, he has to.

Bradly unpacks another on the Champion's bonce just to keep him stunned, before hefting Wheeler up on top his shoulders with a roar. Electric Chair Drop! Vic gets tossed to the mat like a rag doll! The sheer effort of it though has drained gas from Liam Bradly's tank this late in the match, but the high impact move certainly puts things back in his favor. Liam wastes little time getting Wheeler into a grounded reverse chin lock, bellowing at him to tap as Matt Noble asks Vic what he's going to do. Vigilantly the champion fights over to the ropes, but it's an agonizing struggle, with Bradly determinedly hauling him back as much as possible. Vic's fingers hit the rope and grasp, but Liam takes almost the full five count to let him go. Bradly is incensed! He gets up and punts Wheeler right in the head as Vic works to get oxygen back into his lungs.

WILLIS - OOOohh!!!

LATE NIGHT - What a KICK!! I think Wheeler’s head just went flying into Scott Sterling’s face!

Wheeler rocks, which leaves him vulnerable to Bradly to hoist him up again, though it seems much more of an effort for Bradly now, a seething, puffing Liam Bradly managed to execute his finisher! Art of Infamy- (Argentine Backbreaker transitioned into a Knee Lift)! As Wheeler flops to the mat, Bradly can't do much more than follow him! Liam flops over Vic Wheeler for the pin, but his shoulders are down! He's stretched across Wheeler with his shoulders to the mat, exhausted!

WILLIS - That’s it! It’s gotta be over!

LATE NIGHT - YES!!! LIAM’S DONE IT!!

Nonetheless, Matt Noble gets into position and makes the count.

1.

2.

3!

DING DING DING

The fans are livid and we see Matt Noble speaking to Cheyenne about something. Liam, looking exhausted as all hell, but a look of satisfaction on his face. He’s just done it! He’s won his first championship…

CHEYENNE - Here is your winner…

Liam raises both his hands in the air, all the while still flopped on top of Wheeler.
CHEYENNE - AAAAAAAND STILL your FWA Television champion…

LATE NIGHT - WHAAAAT?!?!?!

WILLIS - Wait, did I hear that right?!

The fans pop and Liam gets a shocked look on his face. What did she just say…?

CHEYENNE - VIC! WHEELER!!!!

LATE NIGHT - NOOOO!!!! He PINNED Wheeler!!

WILLIS - Did you see the position in which he did?! His shoulders were touching the mat! I try to remain unbiased here, but even I have to think that Liam was robbed.

LATE NIGHT - For once we’re in agreement! What was that you were saying about how Noble’s “honourable”?! Yet he pulls a stunt like this?!

WILLIS - I’m sure it was a mistake on Noble’s part, this doesn’t usually happen with him. Still, Liam had that won!

LATE NIGHT - Indeed!

Liam Bradly CANNOT believe it if the Villain was livid before...He's hellfire and fury right now. Bradly nails Mat Noble with an uppercut and punts Vic Wheeler in the head again, before the champion can get back up. Vic so dazed by his apparently snatching victory from the jaws of defeat hadn't even gotten off the mat yet. Vic goes sprawling and an enraged Villain treats him to a vicious series of knee drops and stomps, snarling as Wheeler curls up to cover up.

WILLIS - Whoa, now, hold on just a second! Liam, I get that you’re upset and angry over this, but come on! This is unnecessary!

LATE NIGHT - Unnecessary, eh?! All Noble had to do was make the correct call, but NOO-OOH… it’s “Screw-Over-Liam-Bradley” season!

WILLIS - He didn’t screw anybody over, it was a mistake! C’mon, Liam, have some grace and respect!

It's obvious Bradly has some Villainous Intent- (Running Death Valley Driver into the turnbuckles) here, because hitting his brutal and devastating signature move is what he does!

WILLIS - Okay, that’s enough! He’s taking this too far!

LATE NIGHT - Did Noble take it too far when he screwed Bradley over?

WILLIS - That’s enough about that! At least Noble didn’t attack Liam and nail him with several signature moves in a row. This is immoral!

LATE NIGHT - And what did you expect from a “Villain”, Willis? Can you explain that to me?! What did you expect?! Especially from a man who got screwed out of a championship!

WILLIS - Well, I can’t say I expected him to invite us all over for tea, but I certainly didn’t expect this! This is just insane. I think Liam needs to be taught a lesson about how things are done around here and I think we need to see him in a rematch against Vic Wheeler.

Champion Vic Wheeler splays lifeless across the canvas as Bradly lifts his head by the hair, screaming. "One way or another, I'm taking that Television championship!!"
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Coming soon to IWA: Scarborough Heritage Wrestling…

Hailing all the way from Alabama… a duo of cousins…

The Slumericans! Catfish Billy and Cornbread!

They will be set to debut on the very first SHW live event!

05.31.2020
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MATCH NO. 7
El Chico
vs.
Tony Randell

The match starts off with Tony charging at Chico right as the bell rings and NAILING him with several stiff forearm strikes! He then picks him up and chops the shit out of him, before delivering a sickening headbutt! He then backs him into the ropes, shoots him off and nails him with a HUGE Spinebuster on the rebound! He then turns him over and locks him in a back-wrenching Camel Clutch.

LATE NIGHT - Beautiful Camel Clutch by MY student, “The Magnificent” Tony Randell!!!

WILLIS - I have to agree with you there, Allen. It looks like he’s got it locked in tight. Can Chico escape it?

He keeps it locked in for what seems like minutes, and El Chico screams in pain, which only causes Randell to wrench it back even farther and yell for Chico to “QUIT!!! QUIT NOW OR I’LL KEEP WRENCHIN’ IT BACK!!!” Of course, he also used another word at the end of that sentence that we cannot repeat here (but rest assured, the crowd was in complete shock).

WILLIS - WOAH!!! This show is rated “M”, not “R” Tony!

LATE NIGHT - Good God almighty!

Eventually, with the encouragement of the Aku Aku masked Avocado Jr., and his “Ooga Booga” speak (as well as the support of the fans), El Chico is able to fight and power out of the hold, grabbing Tony by the throat and tossing him around the ring, to the delight of the fans and to the pain and detriment of Tony Randell.

WILLIS - Chico taking control of this match back. This could be bad for the rookie.

LATE NIGHT - Nahhh… Ton’ll bounce back! He’s gonna kick this Puerto Rican’s ass.

WILLIS - I dunno. I mean, Chico’s a veteran. I’m sure he knows the tricks!

LATE NIGHT - El Chico?? Knowing the tricks??? HA! HA! HA! HA!

He then takes the opportunity to get Tony to his feet and in the corner, to then return the favour for earlier by chopping the shit out of Tony, to the many “woo’s” of the audience. He then pulls him out of the corner and NAILS him with a Throat Thrust, before going for the pin.

1.

2.
NO!!! Kickout by Tony!

Chico grabs him by the throat with both hands and… ANOTHER Choke Toss! He then backs into the corner, waiting for Tony to get to his feet… when he does, he NAILS him with a Spear!

LATE NIGHT - HOLY SHIT!!!

WILLIS - He took him right off his feet with that one!

He then gets him back to his feet and he lifts him into a Bearhug! It’s now Tony’s turn to scream in agony as the angered giant locks the hold in tighter and tighter.

LATE NIGHT - C’mon Ton’! I taught you better than to let a comedy shitshow like Chico push you around!

WILLIS - Chico’s locking that Bearhug in tight. I wonder if Tony will be able to fight out of it like Chico fought out of that Camel Clutch earlier?

Right as Willis says that, Tony fights out of it. How…? By raking Chico’s eyes!

WILLIS - Oh, now that’s just dirty!

LATE NIGHT - What?? Chico… h-had some dirt in his eye, Tony was just trying to get it outta there for him!

WILLIS - He raked Chico’s eyes, clear as day! What kind of man needs to cheat to win his matches?!

LATE NIGHT - Clearly you’ve never heard the greatest saying in the history of our sport: Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat!

And cheat Tony does, as he continually pulls Chico’s hair, only to punch him right in the face, before raking his back and putting his foot on Chico’s throat, to choke him. Whenever referee Glenn Morgan tries to call him on it and wanr him, Tony stands over him, using his stature to try and intimidate the veteran referee. “You tell me to stop one more time and Imma break you in half, you hear me?!?!”

WILLIS - Look at him, threatening Glenn Morgan. This is so disgusting!

LATE NIGHT - He did nothing wrong! He was being nice to Chico, he tried to brush some dust off his back! And that was not a closed-fisted punch! I think Glenn Morgan is blind.

WILLIS - Tony is cheating and it’s blatant to see. And now, he’s using his size to intimidate a smaller man. I can’t believe you would defend this man!

However, Glenn Morgan doesn’t back down, telling Tony that “if you keep this up, I will disqualify you!”, which results in Tony grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. “ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?!?! ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?!” To which, Glenn responds by doing the one thing any sensible official would do in that situation: Disqualifying Tony Randell.

DING DING DING

CHEYENNE - Here is your winner, by disqualification, EL CHICO!!!

From there, Tony flies off the handle, throwing Glenn Morgan into the middle of next week (and by the middle of next week, your humble narrator means the center of the ring) before getting on his knees and punching the shit out of him!

WILLIS - What a disgrace! How dare he do this to Glenn Morgan?

LATE NIGHT - He made one fatal mistake, Jimmy: He disqualified Tony Randell. He didn’t wanna get tossed around the ring like a ragdoll, he shouldn’t have made a shitty call!

He then picks him up and short arms him into the Uranage!

WILLIS - Oh, come on, now! That’s enough!

LATE NIGHT - No it’s not!

Avocado Jr. gets into the ring to help get Chico out of there, but in doing so, he too eats a Uranage!

WILLIS - You cannot be serious!! He actually Uranage’d that poor guy?! All he did was get in the ring to try and get Chico out, he’s innocent in this!

LATE NIGHT - Okay, NOW he’s gone too far! I trained him to deal with humans his size, not anyone that can literally fit in his hand! Stop this, Tony, and stop it now!!!

Tony then grabs Chico by the head and pulls him to his feet, before trying to short arm him into a Uranage… but Chico ducks, spins him around and… CHICO SLAM (Chokeslam)!!!!! Right in the middle of the ring!!! He then helps his pygmy bruddah up and onto his shoulders, waking him up in the process, before doing a dance with Avocado on his shoulders. All for the enjoyment of those in the audience.
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We open with a shot of black Timberland boots, as the camera pans up a pair of denim jeans to the ever smug face of the FWA Professional Wrestling Champion, the denim jacket clad, Aviator shades sporting "Wild Card" Duncan Aries, who takes a breath, soaking in the ever mixed reaction he gets from the capacity crowd. Aries shrugs, his title slung over his left shoulder.

"FWA has become an ever changing, ever growing entity in the world of professional wrestling. You're welcome. It has had skyrocketing ratings, signees clawing, scratching, dying to get a piece of the pie, while advertisers practically throw down for a chance to be a part of it. You're welcome. A championship, once a joke awarded in a zany ass comedy show piece of bullshit, is now the most prestigious championship in this industry. Yes, you are all welcome, but especially you, Paul Wilson."

"Why? Well perhaps unlike any other member of the FWA roster, you are in need of the relevancy you're going to get just by stepping into the ring with me, to fail I might add, but relevancy just the same. Because let's face it, Paul, I don't know how you earned a shot at my title, but frankly I could give two shits less. What I do know, Paul, and what deep down you need to come to terms with, is that you are the lowest piece of human garbage in FWA. Now stop me if you heard this one, and chances are you did. Denial is your friend, Paul."

"To those unaware, ol' Mr. Wilson here defeated the jobber to end all jobbers, Skitzo, to become the FWA Television Champion. Imagine that, one slime ball beat another. Like two fucking flies fighting over a stale piece of bread. Tell me, tell all the people at home, Paul, just what have you amounted since that farce of a title reign ended, hm? What has Paul Wilson done to be able to consider himself worthy to stand in the ring with a certified wrestling god and the resident asshole of FWA?"

Aries cups his ear, listening.

"If you heard crickets like I did, folks, then you know what I know. Hell, you know what Paulie knows, and that is abso-fucking-lutley jack shit, that is what Paul Wilson has done since his few moments of glory after beating a jobber within an inch of his pathetic life. I hate to break this to you, Paul, but that just might be the highlight of your career in FWA, truly. You're not the caliber athlete, the caliber fighting, and the wrestling god that I am. Not even close. You've become that guy the internet wrestling dweebs discuss over some tabletop board games wondering if you're still on the company payroll. Yes, nerds, Paulie still works here, but I'm one of many who wonder why. He offers nothing. Well, nothing but cannon fodder for yours truly."

"Tonight, Paul I need you to understand, it could be anybody, truly, but fate has brought you before your wrestling god, and thus, you poor, pathetic, piece of human garbage, you must be smote down in front of the world as yet another reminder to the wrestling world that there is the measuring stick, and then there is BEYOND that, where "The Wild Card" lives, and that's the truth!"

"Why?"

Aries rubs his title with his jacket sleeve.

"Because I'm Duncan Aries, that's why!"

With a smirk and a shake of his head, Aries saunters off.
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Paul Wilson comes out to a chorus of boos. Wilson pays no mind, laser focused at the task at hand, as he enters the ring, looking primed and ready.

Not long after, the FWA Professional Wrestling Champion, “The Wild Card” Duncan Aries saunters his way through the curtain, to a decisively mixed reaction, some of the crowd booing the resident asshole, while some fans give him hero worship as their adopted certified wrestling god. Either way, the wily veteran saunters to the ring, that ever present smug look plastered on his face as he enters the ring, taunting Wilson with the title.

CHEYENNE - The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the challenger, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 189 lbs, “Mr. Maple Leaf” PAAAUL WILSOOON!!!!

The fans boo, but Wilson is laser focused on Aries.

CHEYENNE - And his opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 238 lbs… “The Wild Card” DUNCAAAAAAAN AAAAAAARRIEEESS!!!!!

Duncan hoists the belt high above his head and yells across at Wilson that “You could never holding a fucking candle to me! Nobody can.” Wilson cracks his neck, before cracking his knuckles. Then, referee Edgar Brown signals to Timekeeper Tim for the bell and we are underway!

DING DING DING

FWA Professional Wrestling Championship Match
Paul Wilson
vs.
Duncan Aries ©

Early on it definitely seemed like the champion was both taking his challenger lightly, while trying to push his smaller opponent around, backing him up against the corner, slapping his face, the back of his head, all while using his technical prowess to keep the faster Wilson grounded.

Wilson struggled to find an answer to this, Aries gaining several near falls, even connecting with a picture perfect Enter Gideon (Beautiful Disaster Kick) that had fans, and the champion, thinking the end was near quickly.


Wilson’s growing agitation would soon turn to pure rage, using an errant running ax kick as an opening with a countering Russian leg sweep. Wilson would build off of this, proving to Aries that he was someone that wasn’t going to go away or be put down so easily. Wilson would quicken the pace, the tempo of the match becoming more to his liking and suited skill set. A shuffle side kick and a tornado DDT would definitely more than rattle the champion, with a Canadian Destroyer nearly crowning a new FWA Professional Wrestling Champion.

Wilson would keep the pressure on the champion, first with a fireman’s carry neckbreaker, and then locking in a sharpshooter, the champion lunging, crawling, and frantically looking for the ropes, finally getting there, as Wilson would risk disqualification by locking the move a bit longer after the break.

Stomping away at the champion, Wilson would hit a snap suplex, remaining locked in, showing his strength with a belly to belly suplex to follow. A Death Valley Driver to Aries followed, but somehow the resilient champion would kick out. Wilson would hit a swinging neckbreaker and head up top, looking for a 450 splash, but Aries would roll out of the way as Wilson crashed and burned, Aries sneaking up behind and hitting a quick San Diego Driver (Wheelbarrow Driver) for a long two count of his own.

Both men would struggle to their feet, exchanging blows, Aries connecting with some stiff kicks staggering his opponent, Aries hooking up Wilson for The Culmination (front slam pickup spun into a Rock Bottom) when Wilson’s left leg connects with the face of the referee, knocking him down, as Wilson also counters the move into a spiking DDT!

Both men are down, but Wilson slides to the outside, seeing the ref down, and snags a steel chair, looking to slide it back in the ring when he’s met on the outside by Lee Stevens! The two men argue as Stevens tries to take the steel chair from Wilson, both fighting over it, as the champion slowly but surely clears the cobwebs, stalking Wilson. Stevens, seeing this, throws his hands up, releasing the chair as Wilson turns, entering the ring and has the chair slammed into his skull by an Enter Gideon (Beautiful Disaster Kick) from Aries!

Wilson stumbles, right into The Culmination from Aries, the champion slamming Paul to the mat, going for the cover as Edgar Brown gets into position.

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CHEYENNE - HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STILLLLL FWA PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING CHAMPION, “THE WILD CARD” DUNCAN ARIES!!

Aries celebrates, the crowd once again giving him that usual mixed reaction, as Lee Stevens shrugs, even letting out a “Whoops” before exiting through the entrance curtain, Wilson stirring and staring a hole through Stevens, who just winks back before continuing his way back.

Before Duncan disappears through the curtain, he hoists the belt high above his head… but before he can make it through the curtain, a fan gets up from the front row and attacks him with a STIFF punch!! He stomps and stomps and stomps and STOMPS! He then lifts Duncan up and...SUPERKICK!!! He then takes off his hat… revealing it to be none other than Lucas Swann, eliciting MASSIVE amounts of boos.

He continues to beat down on Duncan, before snatching the belt away from him and hurrying up the steps in the studio and out the doors at the top. Edgar Brown checks on Aries as we go to commercial.
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The camera pans out and now, Grimace is surrounded by men, women and children, all of whom yell out in unison with him...

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"And sometimes Cheeseburger Burrito and Burrito Cheeseburger!"

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From there, we cut back to ringside.
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Out comes Solomon Graham, sporting a slightly different look. He now sports black wrestling trunks, black knee pads with white trim (think like Bret Hart) and black boots. He also sports a black leather jacket. We see that his hand is wrapped in tape already. He receives a very warm reception, and with a big smile on his face, he raises his right arm in the air all the while looking at the fans. Sol walks towards the fans, fist bumping each of them and high fiving them before climbing the ring apron, wiping his feet on the apron and stepping through the ropes. He climbs onto the second turnbuckle and raises his right arm for the fans. He then leaps off the middle rope, turning in middle air and landing on the mat, before grabbing the ropes and stretching, awaiting his opponent.

From there, we see Evan Starr make his way down the steps of the studio, slapping the hand of every screaming fan, all of whom are chanting and raving for him. He is followed by older brother Riley Grace, who also slaps the hands of the screaming fans. He moves down the steps and once reaching the floor, he walks around the ring to the other side and slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He stands up and looks across the ring at Graham. Graham has a determined look on his face and Evan has much of the same. The two walk toward the middle of the ring and meet each other face to face once more. One year ago, Graham was the villain in this scenario, and Evan? The hero. Now, here they both stood… the fans screaming for both of them, going back and forth.

Crowd: LET’S GO E-VAN! Let’s Go Graham! LET’S GO E-VAN! Let’s Go Graham!

Graham and Evan never turn their gazes away from each other. Referee Edgar Brown steps between the two of them, making sure they each take at least two steps back. From there, we hear the bell ring.

DING DING DING

Followed by…

CHEYENNE - The following contest scheduled for one fall is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Scarborough, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 223 lbs, he is “The Prince Of Shoot Style” and “The King Of Scarborough”, SOLOMON! GRAHAM!!!

Graham raises his left arm once more to a huge pop. Once the pop dies down…

CHEYENNE - And his opponent, from Redondo Beach, California, weighing in at 145 lbs, he was the first ever FWA Champion... EVAN! STARR!!!

Evan raises his right arm to a huge pop. He then beats his chest three times, psyching himself up mentally. Edgar Brown steps out from between them and Graham extends the hand for a handshake. Evan hesitates, but eventually, he extends the hand. Not for a handshake, but for a Fist Bump. Graham reciprocates the Fist Bump, and the match is underway.

MAIN EVENT
Solomon Graham
vs.
Evan Starr

The two men circle each other, both men psyching each other out, feigning as though they’re going for a lockup. Eventually, they lock up and Graham takes control with a Headlock, before flipping Evan down to the mat. Evan locks his legs around Graham’s neck and manages to pull him off of him, keeping him locked in the Headscissors. Graham transitions that into a pinfall attempt.

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NO! Evan keeps the Headscissors in tight and gets out of the pin attempt!

Graham begins lifting his foot and slamming it on the mat, in a rhythmic motion, to get the fans to clap for him. They respond very positively, clapping in rhythm. It slowly builds until Graham gets to his feet and turns Evan over into a Boston Crab like maneuver. Evan’s in pain, but he doesn’t let go! Graham keeps the Crab locked in and Evan keeps the Headscissors locked in.

Eventually, Evan does the exact same thing Graham did, pounding his fist on the mat rhythmically, trying to get the crowd to clap for him. The exact same thing happens and Evan manages to get out of the hold with a Hurricanrana. Graham flips over and the two of them each get to one knee and stare across at each other, a look of frustration and focus, and Evan with one of frustration. The fans respond with a “ooooo, shit…” type reaction.

They each get to their feet and size each other up once more. They then lock up again and Graham backs Evan into the corner, before laying in a series of chops to the chest and slaps across the face! Referee Edgar Brown tries to make Graham stop, but Graham doesn’t seem to wanna stop. Eventually, Edgar is forced to count.

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Graham breaks it up… but then immediately goes right back to it, forcing Edgar to count again, but this time, Edgar speeds the count up.

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Graham breaks it, getting down on his knees and begging Edgar not to disqualify him. “I lost my temper, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again, just don’t disqualify me!” Edgar lets him off the hook with a warning and Graham brings Evan out of the corner. He pulls Evan out to the center of the ring, gets him in a Headlock and… gives him a noogie before slapping him across the face.

WILLIS - Oh, now that’s just disrespectful!

LATE NIGHT - Aww, come on, now! That’s just Sol’s way of saying “Welcome back, brother!!”

He then hits him with a flurry of Knee Strikes, following it up with some STIFF kicks right to the chest! He then lifts him up and locks him in a Bear Hug. Evan fights to stay in it, but eventually, he starts to fade. Edgar Brown checks him, lifting his arm… it falls limp.

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He lifts the arm again and… it falls limp.

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He lifts the arm one last time and… NO!!!! His arm stops mid-air and the fans pop big time! Evan shakes his arm, getting the crowd hyped and Solomon shakes his head, like he didn’t want this to happen! Once he reaches full energy, he punches Sol in the face once…

Crowd: YAY!!!!

Twice...

Crowd: YAY!!!!

And then, he reaches both of his arms back and… CLAP BEHIND THE HEAD OF SOLOMON GRAHAM!!! Graham lets go of the Bear Hug, grabbing his ears in the process, and Evan stumbles back into the ropes. Evan then runs out and Dropkicks Graham to the outside of the ring, before going off the ropes and… SUICIDE PLANCHA!!!! Evan then picks Graham up and throws him back into the ring, following him in and proceeding to boot him in the head. He picks him up and NAILS him with a DDT, going for the pin.

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NO!!! Graham kicks out!

Evan then gets up, grabs his legs and turns him over into a Boston Crab. Graham is in pain, yelling out and trying to reach for the bottom rope! He grabs handfuls and handfuls of canvas trying to make his way, only for Evan to briefly break the hold in order to pull Graham back towards the center of the ring.

Graham, however, does NOT give up, instead continuing to make his way towards the bottom rope. Eventually, he reaches it and grabs hold, for dear life! Edgar tells Evan to break the hold, which he does. He then gets up and grabs Graham by the head, pulling him to his feet. He goes for the Starrlight Drop, but Graham catches him and… POWERBOMB!!!! He goes for the pin!

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NO!!!! Evan’s shoulder shoots up!

From there, Graham grabs his arm and locks him in the Grahamlock (Fujiwara Armbar where Graham brings the arm back in a Hammerlock position and wrenches it in, bringing his own arm between the opponent’s arm and back, bringing it back up and attempting to break the shoulder).

Evan screams for dear life as Graham wrenches his arm. Soon enough, Evan tries to make his way towards the bottom rope. However, Graham does the exact same thing Evan did to him, releasing the hold and pulling him back towards the middle of the ring, before re-applying it, this time doing his absolute damndest to wrench that arm. But then, Evan punches away at Graham, managing to fight him off… but Graham keeps hold of Evan, pulling him back up and locking him in the End Of The Line (Million Dollar Dream)!

Evan fights to stay in it! He fights and he fights and he fights and he fights… and eventually, he manages to escape, by back kicking Graham between the thighs. It’s so discreet, however, that it can be perceived as a kick in the gut. Which is exactly how Edgar Brown sees it, thus not calling for the bell. From there, both men fall to the mat. Both men are flat on their faces, knocked out cold. Edgar Brown checks on them both, before beginning the count.

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Both men are down.

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Both men are still down.

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Riley Grace, who’s at ringside, starts getting the fans hyped up, yelling for them to “make some noise” as he slaps the ring mat, rhythmically, urging the fans to clap along with it.

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The noise from the audience is enough to cause both Evan and Graham to stir, as both try their best to climb to their feet.

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Graham responds to it, urging the fans to keep it up while he gets to his feet, meanwhile Evan does the exact same.

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Graham grabs the top rope, as does Evan.

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Both men are on their feet and they receive a standing ovation from the audience, which empowers them to walk even on spaghetti legs. The two men stagger towards the middle of the ring, meeting each other and coming face to face once more. They exchange words, before Graham lays in with a punch. The crowd is divided, with the females cheering Evan and the males cheering Sol.

Female Half: BOO!!!
Male Half: YAY!!!

Evan strikes Sol back.

Female Half: YAY!!!
Male Half: BOO!!!

Sol.

Female Half: BOO!!!
Male Half: YAY!!!

Evan.

Female Half: YAY!!!
Male Half: BOO!!!

Sol.

Female Half: BOO!!!
Male Half: YAY!!!

Evan.

Female Half: YAY!!!
Male Half: BOO!!!

Sol.

Female Half: BOO!!!
Male Half: YAY!!!

Sol again.

Female Half: BOO!!!
Male Half: YAY!!!

Sol continues striking Evan and even chops away at his chest, all to a divided crowd that sounds like…

Female Half: BOO!!!
Male Half: YAY!!!

But eventually Sol picks him up and NAILS him with a Flatliner w/DDT Cradle, going for the pin immediately afterwards.

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3...NO!!!! Evan’s shoulder flies up just in the nick of time!

Sol looks so frustrated, slamming his closed fist down on the mat and yelling out in frustration. He gets up and gets into his corner to catch his breath.

Graham’s now caught his breath and he moves back towards the center of the ring. He grabs Evan by the head and picks him up off the ground, trying to throw him between his legs and lift him for a Piledriver… but Evan refuses to take it, instead flipping Graham overhead and sending Graham tumbling to the mat with everything he’s got. Then, Graham gets up and Evan tries to hit him with the Starrlight Drop (Standing Double Knees To The Chest)...

...but Graham catches him and sends him back down to the mat with a Spinebuster, going for the pin once again!

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3---NO!!!! Evan’s shoulder shoots up!

Both guys are down once again, but this time they both get to their feet relatively quickly. Evan, while on his feet, catches himself, as does Graham. Then, Evan runs at Graham, trying for Starrlight Drop again, but this time Graham ducks right under him, letting him fall right down on his knees, which hurts Evan quite a bit!

Evan slowly rises to his feet, holding his knee and we can see the pain on his face. Graham then grabs Evan by the head, throws him between his legs and… OLD SCHOOL (Leaping Piledriver)!!! He goes for the pin and…

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DING DING DING

CHEYENNE - Here is your winner, Solomon Graham!!!

Edgar Brown helps Sol to his feet and Riley, in shock that his brother lost, enters the ring and checks on his brother, who’s in a bad way. Sol leans on the top rope, trying his best to make sure he doesn’t fall back down to the mat. Riley manages to help his brother to his feet, trying to help him out of the ring, but Evan tells him not to help him, as he can walk by himself. He then hobbles over to Graham and extends the hand. Graham looks at it, pondering for a moment… before nodding his head and shaking Evan’s hand, pulling him in for a hug. The fans give a standing ovation for the two of them, as Evan raises Graham’s hand in victory. From there, Evan and Riley exit the ring and head to the back. Sol takes a moment to try and shake off everything that he and Evan just put each other through. Then, we notice… that Blair Sigma has entered the ring and…. OH MY GOD!!!! He just attacked Sol!

DING DING DING DING DING

He continues beating down on him and picks him up, hitting him with The Greatest Show (The Bitter End), leaving Sol a bruised, beaten down mess in the ring.

DING DING DING DING DING

“So… you wanna come out and cost me, huh?! Well… let’s see you try it now, buckaroo!!”

He then locks him in the Dream Maimer (Haas Of Pain), and Graham SCREAMS in pain, pleading with and demanding that Blair let him go, but never tapping out! Edgar keeps trying to force Blair to break the hold, but Edgar is just not strong enough to make him break it.

DING DING DING DING DING

Despite Graham’s efforts, Blair refuses to let go, and as such Graham passes out due to the pain. Even then, Blair does not let go. Finally, the other referees run out from the back, as do other wrestlers (Lincoln, Chico, Platinum Honour, Lee Stevens, even Riley Grace comes back out) to break up this fight. Eventually, Blair does break the hold and exits the ring. From there, the other wrestlers and referees check on Sol, trying to wake him up. This is the image that closes out our very first FWA show under the XHF Network.