FWA Canada Day: Dominion

[Solomon Graham]

FWA Presents:
Canada Day: Dominion

July 1st (Tape Delay: Airing July 3rd)

Featuring talent from both FWA and IWA: Scarborough Heritage Wrestling

[Solomon Graham]

We open on a shot of Solomon Graham sitting in his home, dressed in his ring gear.

SOLOMON GRAHAM
“Ladies and gentlemen, Solomon Graham, here once again with a pre-recorded video to address some of the recent ongoings in the FWA.

As I’m sure you know by now, there was an incident recently regarding the contract of one Lee Stevens. As you know, since he has signed a contract with another federation that is under the XHF banner, we are no longer allowed to keep him under contract… BUT… that doesn’t mean we have to stop booking him.

I mentioned that we had come to an agreement and decision regarding that. While Lee Stevens is no longer contractually obligated to us, we will still continue to book him as regularly as we can. This also means that he has the option to opt out of any card we book him for. Lee, from one proud Canadian to another, I hope you kick the shit outta Paul Wilson and send him packing! You also still have spots on some of our… upcoming events, as well, because I’m proud to announce that Lee Stevens is the FIFTH entrant into the Collar and Elbow Cup!

And then, of course, there is the situation regarding ALPHA’s contract… I don’t even know why I bother. I mean, the electric cage surrounding the ringside area should be enough to keep you out. And the fact that you’ll be in Ottawa, while Blair and I will be travelling to the 401, Northbound, to an undisclosed location… should be enough to keep you from those other stages. But, again, given the man I’m dealing with here, it’s no real surprise. ALPHA, believe it or not, I did review your contract… and it’s not as “Iron Clad” as your agent makes it out to be. Basically, stay out of our match.

Whether you think it does or not, the facts are that the business between Sigma and myself does NOT concern you, and even if you couldn’t give two shits less if it concerns, it doesn’t change the fact that I also want to win this match fairly. So, here’s what’s gonna happen: If you show up during ANY of the 3 stages, you’re done. So stay out. That’s an ORDER!

That’s all for now, folks. Enjoy the show!”

He reaches over the shot and shuts off the camera

[Solomon Graham]

FWA CANADA DAY BATTLE ROYAL (Featuring talent from both FWA and IWA: Scarborough Heritage Wrestling)
Winner gets the next shot at the Television championship (AND a Cash prize of $100,000).

Participants:
1. Mr. E

2. Ian Dempsey

3. “EndGame” Christopher

4. Ava Cannon

5. Kiran Link (Guest from SHW)

6. Lincoln Alexander (Guest from SHW)

7. Skyler Noah (Guest from SHW)

8. El Chico

9. DOKUSENKO (Guest from SHW)

10. Oni-Sama (Guest from SHW)

11. Moondog Ivan (Guest from SHW)

12. Weeaboo Jones

13. Tony Randell (Guest from SHW)

14. Angel Fuerza

15. Eddie Evans (Guest from SHW)

16. Selena Firehouse (Guest from SHW)

17. Rupert Hamish (Guest from SHW)

18. Bob The Builder (??? WTF???)

19. Cornbread (Guest from SHW)

20. Catfish Billy (Guest from SHW)

Order of Elimination:

-Mr. E was the first to be eliminated, being eliminated by Eddie Evans and Bob The (FUCKING) Builder, who teamed up. As consolation, Mr. E received a cash prize of $1,000.

-Next to be eliminated was Moondog Ivan, who suffered elimination at the hands of DOKUSENKO and Oni-Sama. Immediately following the elimination, DOKUSENKO LAUNCHED himself over the Top Rope and onto Moondog Ivan, effectively eliminating himself as he beat the ever-living HELL outta the Moondog. Moondog received a consolation of $2,000, while DOKUSENKO received $3,000.

-Oni-Sama then proceeded to eliminate Angel Fuerza, followed by the elimination of Weeaboo Jones. Angel received $4,000, while Weeb received $5,000.

-”EndGame” Christopher worked together with both Lincoln Alexander AND El Chico to eliminate both Tony Randell AND Skyler Noah. Linc shouted down at the Openweight champion that he was coming for the belt, meanwhile Tony Randell threw a MASSIVE fit! Tony received $6,000, while Skyler received $7,000.

-Linc didn’t fare much better as the first thing Skyler did after being eliminated was run back into the ring and eliminate Linc, before proceeding to beat the living hell out of him. Linc received $8,000 as consolation.

-Eddie Evans and Rupert Hamish teamed up to eliminate El Chico, who would receive a consolation prize of $9,000 dollars. They followed that up by then eliminating “EndGame” Christopher, who would receive $10,000.

-Selena Firehouse and Ian Dempsey were too busy fighting each other and trying to eliminate each other (They were so preoccupied with it, they fired off live rounds on each other). It all came to a head when Bob would help Selena eliminate her brother, and Ian would go tumbling to the outside, receiving a prize of $11,000. This would be followed up by Oni-Sama eliminating Selena… but SELENA TOOK HIM WITH HER!!! They would BOTH receive a $12,000 prize, but Selena wasn’t concerned with that as she high-tailed it after her brother!

-Cornbread and Catfish Billy, who’d mostly been working together to try and eliminate folks, went right after Eddie Evans and Rupert Hamish… and ALL FOUR MEN were eliminated and they brawled to the back. All four men would receive prizes of $13,000.

-Bob The Builder was next, as he tried to eliminate both Dragon Brand members on his own, but couldn’t do it. Instead, Ava and Kiran worked together to eliminate him. Bob The Builder (*sighs*) would receive a prize of $20,000.

Ava and Kiran were the last two… the Young Lion vs. His mentor/close friend. This was bound to happen at some point… what better place than here, what better time than now?

The homestretch of this match was fuckin’ brutal. Ava showed why she shouldn't be overlooked, but Kiran? Fuckin’ BROUGHT it! He showed why he belongs on the main roster and (potentially) why he belongs in the Television title scene.

It ended when Kiran had Ava on the ropes, and he backed up. Finally, his moment to come to the main roster was here. He ran at Ava, looking to clothesline her over the Top Rope… AND HE DID IT… but AVA HUNG ON TO THE TOP ROPE, and Kiran tumbled out with her… AND HE LANDS ON THE OUTSIDE!!! AVA WINS!!!

Winner (AND THE NEW No. 1 Contender to the FWA Television championship): Ava Cannon

Kiran Link received a prize of $50,000 for placing second. Ava’s gonna challenge the winner of tonight’s title match! Ava would exit the ring and help Kiran to his feet, embracing him and telling him that he put up one HELL of a fight, stating that she was proud of him! Wayne Graham came out all excited that one of his clients won, and the three walked to the back (presumably, to celebrate their victory).

[Solomon Graham]

MATCH NO. 1:
3 Stages Of Hell
Blair Sigma
vs.
Solomon Graham

Stage 1: Roadkill Match

Rules:
1. Two competitors will brawl on the side of the road as traffic goes speeding by
2. The objective of the match is to throw your opponent into the oncoming traffic; The first one to get hit by a car, becomes “Roadkill” and loses the match.

Tips and tricks:
The more worn down your opponent is, the easier it will be to throw them into traffic.
There are weapons scattered around the opening of the wooded areas, and using them is encouraged.


DING DING DING

WILLIS - And this match-up is underway!

LATE NIGHT - I can’t believe my son came up with something so inrecdibly unbelievable. I wonder what kind of technology he’s using to make this match possible?

WILLIS - I dunno. Maybe the WayBack Machine?

LATE NIGHT - What the fuck is a “WayBack Machine”?

WILLIS - Nevermind. Let’s just call this match.

The match starts with Graham and Sigma running at each other and punching the living shit out of each other. It ends with Graham getting the upper hand and continually beating the fuck out of him with his fists. He puts both fists together and SMASHES them down on Sigma’s back!

WILLIS - OOoh! D’ya hear how those damn fists connected?!

LATE NIGHT - Goddamn pal! I GAVE him those fists!

After that, he grabs him and lifts him into a Bear Hug, before SMASHING him down on the grass and into some pricklies. He then continues to repeatedly stomp the pricklies into Sigma’s back, being careful not to let any of them prick him.

WILLIS - Sol playin’ it smart, here. Trying not to get pricked by those pricklies currently attached to Sigma.

LATE NIGHT - That’s right! Stomp those pricklies in, rub ‘em in there and BOOM!

Graham then gets Sigma to his feet, and attempts to throw him into the oncoming traffic, but NO!!! Sigma catches himself JUST INCHES away from the Yellow line bordering the highway road and the forest area.

WILLIS - Sigma, able to save himself, there! He came to a screeching halt.

LATE NIGHT - You gotta expect that from Sigma, that damn wily bastard!

Graham goes running for Sigma as he turns around. He sees him coming and ducks outta the way, Graham running across the highway road, narrowly avoiding the oncoming cars as they speed past, and reaching the other side of the Northbound. Sigma goes running across, as well, also narrowly avoiding the cars, as he comes right after Graham, going for a clothesline, but Graham ducks and tosses Blair right to the Southbound side of the highway.

WILLIS - HOLY MOLY!!! Blair went for a clothesline, but Graham ducked and sent him over that cement barrier!

LATE NIGHT - My son is smart. Smarter than people give him credit for. He knows how to get things done and getting things done is what he’s doing right now.

He then SMACKS him in the face, before taking his head under his arm, throwing Blair’s arm over his shoulder and lifting him over for a HUGE Suplex! He tries to bring Sigma to his feet, but NO!!! Sigma trips him up and starts going to town with a series of strikes to the face!

WILLIS - And now, Sigma’s fighting back!

LATE NIGHT - I figured that would happen, sooner or later.

Blair then focuses his attention on Graham’s arm, locking him in an Armbar and refusing to let go!

LATE NIGHT - Why?? You’re supposed to throw him into oncoming traffic, not make him tap!

WILLIS - I think he may be trying to weaken him for the next stage of hell, Trip To Oblivion.

LATE NIGHT - So?? You got the weapons scattered ‘round the front of the forest for that! Ya don’t gotta lock him in a damn submission!

Nevertheless, Blair continues to apply pressure to Graham’s left arm, nearly SNAPPING the damn thing out of its place! Graham tries to get out, but Blair maintains full control over Graham by proxy of his arm. He applies so much pressure, it’s like he’s trying to break it… but NO!!! Graham is able to rake Sigma’s eyes and get out of the hold!

WILLIS - Graham, using some unsavoury tactics, there.

LATE NIGHT - “Unsavoury”...? That makes it sound dirty!

WILLIS - It IS dirty!

LATE NIGHT - No, you nitwit! Not wrestling dirty! I mean, “dirty” dirty. As in… “dirty”...

WILLIS - Ahhh… that dirty! Okay.

Graham gets back up, stretching out his arm, perhaps trying to get it back into place, before continuing to work over Sigma, punching him right in the gut, before throwing him back towards the wooded area. Graham then chases Sigma back across the street, before catching Sigma with a NICE Makeshift Bulldog!

LATE NIGHT - *Chef’s Kiss* Such taste!

WILLIS - ….that sounds like something Sol would say. Did he plan that out, just to have you say that?

LATE NIGHT - …..yeah, he did.

Graham then gets Sigma to his feet, before getting on his knees and mockingly begging him for mercy… but then PUNCHES him right in the balls with the Graham Crakker (Low Blow)! Graham then gets to his feet and goes to Irish Whip the groggy Sigma into the oncoming traffic…

WILLIS - This has gotta be it!

LATE NIGHT - It’s over!!!

NO!!! Sigma reverses it and… OH MY GOD!!!! Graham just got LAUNCHED into the air by a goddamn Mitsubishi!!!

LATE NIGHT - NOOOOOOO!!!!!!

DING DING DING

WILLIS - It IS over… but Sigma’s the victor, not Graham! The first Stage of Hell is Sigma’s!!

SIGMA: 1
GRAHAM: 0

The police stop the traffic as Graham lands flat on the pavement, face down! We hear “The Greatest Show”, obviously added in post, as Sigma raises his arms in victory. The police and the paramedics check on Graham to make sure he’s okay… but Graham SHOVES them away and slowly rises to his feet, holding his ribs and his left arm in pain as he stands. It seems he refuses to back down, even with his current injuries.

[Solomon Graham]

FWA CANADIAN CHAMPIONSHIP
Devon Ryker
Vs.
Ryu Matsumura ©

The slow start to "Somewhat Damaged" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play, all lights bring their focus to the stage as the curtains fly open and out walks Devon Ryker. Devon stretches his arms out and leans back, letting out a loud roar before fixating himself up straight and rolls his shoulders.

CHEYENNE - The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is for the FWA Canadian championship!!! Approaching the ring, hailing from New York City, New York, weighing in at 224 lbs… “The American Bastard” DEVON. RYYYKERRRR!!!

He begins to make his way to the ring at a fast pace before making his way to ringside, walking around the squared circle and then rolling under the bottom rope. He pops back to his feet and climbs the ropes, looking out to the crowd and into the camera with a shit-eating grin on his face and his tongue hanging from his mouth.

The instrumental version of Tear It Up (Guitar Version) by Queen kicks in as Ryu Matsumura walks out from the back, rubbing chalk dust in his hands. He’s accompanied by his handler Oshi Nakazawa who walks ahead of Matsumura singing his clients praises. Mats is wearing simple black calf high boots, black shin and knee pads, and black tights, with a small Japanese Flag on the corner of his tights. He also wears his Custom Made half Canadian half Japanese inspired Punisher shirt, but most impressively has the former FWA Hardcore Championship and former EWS World Death Match Championship fastened together and his crown hanging from around his neck. He also wears the former FWA Unlimited Championship and the FWA Canadian Championship double stacked around his waist.

CHEYENNE - And his opponent, from Niigata, Japan, weighing in at 320 lbs… “The King of Bushidô” RYU. MATSUUUUMUUUURRRAAAAAA!!!!!!!

He walks the ramp and reaches the end of the ramp, and takes a second to pause to stare down Ryker who paces the ring inside. He snorts, climbs the stairs, wipes his boots on the apron and steps into the ring. The streamers fly from all directions as he raises his right hand, extending the #1 finger, as Late Night loses his mind on commentary about streamers.

LATE NIGHT - GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, MARKS!!! AAAAARGH!!!!!!

WILLIS - HA HA HA!!! Lemme tell ya, Al. It NEVER GETS OLD seeing you lose your mind over the littlest things!

LATE NIGHT - Does this look like some Japan federation, or even some kinda honour place?! NO! THIS IS A FUCKIN’ TERRITORY! WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR SHIT LIKE STREAMERS!

With the bell rung, Ryker wasted no time and rushed across the ring leaping through the air into Matsumura in the corner in the flurry of punches as the crowd roars. Matsumura got his hands up and two handedly shoved Ryker out of the corner end over end, but he popped right up and rushed in with another splash/swinging fists of fury! Matsumura repeated the shove and Ryker again went end over end. But popped up and rushed back leaping…

…but getting kicked out of the air with a big boot to the mush! Matsumura hung back in the corner checking his nose for blood and looking down at his handler Oshi Nakazawa. Mats stomped towards his opponent and looked to deliver one of those heavy Reverse Edge Palm Chops, but Ryker got his hands up, crossed them, and blocked the shot! Then peppered the champion with Stiff punches and forearm blasts!

The champion is caught off guard and is backing up, trying to get his hands up to block. He two handed shoves Ryker back again, but the challenger doesn’t go down this time and instead rushes in with a step up knee to the jaw! Matsumura slumps back into the corner, his bell rung, as Ryker climbs up in front of him and begins teeing off!

LATE NIGHT - Goddamn pal! Are we actually seeing Ryu Matsumura getting his ass kicked?

WILLIS - I wouldn’t say that. More so that Devon is getting in some offense.

The crowd goes wild as Ryker results in just straight up BITING the forehead of the champion as he hollers in pain! Ryu again shoves the challenger off the ropes, but again he lands on his feet. Knowing that he’s got the champion on the ropes, he rushes back in again but Ryu connects with an angry Paintbrush Slap to the Chest dropping Ryker HARD to the mat, leaving him to hold his chest and desperately trying to suck in some wind.

An angry Matsumura looks down at Ryker with a mean mug, before landing a Leaping Knee to the chest, causing Ryker to groan in agony! The champ begins to go to work hauling Ryker up by his head, and tosses the man by his head!; biel throw style; tossing the 224 pounder like he was a featherweight!

He hauled the challenger up again and sent his flying across the ring with a Belly-to-belly throw! Ryker tries to pull himself up in the corner, but Matsumura rushes in from behind, crushing him chest first into the corner… then hitting a release German suplex!

WILLIS - DAAAMN!!!

LATE NIGHT - That’s MY line, you bastard! DAAAAAMN!!!!!

Mats pulls him up again and whips Ryker into the corner and rushes in with the Running Corner Knee to the Face… but Ryker slipped out and Mats Knee the corner buckles! He stumbles back in pain himself as Ryker nails a Spinning Backhand to the back of his head, then bounces into the corner and out with a Final Hour - Clothesline From Hell… but the champ doesn’t go down. Ryker rushes back into the corner and rushes out hitting a second Final Hour - Clothesline From Hell… but the champ doesn’t go down!!!

WILLIS - Ooooooh snap!

LATE NIGHT - HERE WE GO!!! I SMELL NEW BLOOD CHUM!!!

Ryker, pissed, bounces into the corner a third time and comes out with a Bastard Kick - Cyclone Kick to the face of Matsumura!!!

But the challenger is shocked when Mats stumbles back, nearly dead on his feet, but doesn’t go down. That shock and amazement quickly turns to annoyance has Ryker hauls back then SLAPS the champion in the face!

BIG MISTAKE

Ryu suddenly snaps back to life and has a look that could kill! He connects with a sudden Straight Front Kick to the jaw nearly stopping Ryker in his tracks. He shoots in and hits a BIG Knee - Huge Knee lift to the gut dropping Ryker to his hands and knees. Mats grabs his head, and hits a second BIG Knee but this time to the face. And Ryker is out!

But the referee doesn’t get a chance to check on him as Mats instantly pulls Ryker up and off his feet hitting an Everest German Suplex - Deadlift high-angle German suplex. But even that wasn’t enough as he dragged a barely able to stand and respond Ryker up…. And hit his Big Match Finish…. The Shoot Lariat (Rainmaker Ripcord Shoot lariat) destroying whatever was left of Ryker.

LATE NIGHT - That’s it! It’s over, it’s gotta be!

WILLIS - You can say that again! There’s no way Devon can kick outta that.

The champion drops into a two handed press pin as referee Edgar Brown counted.

1…

2…

3!!!

DING DING DING

CHEYENNE - Here is your winner, AAAAND STILL the FWA Canadian champion... RRRYU. MATSUUUMUUURA!!!!

Post match, his handler Oshi Nakazawa retrieves the champions crown and does his best to calm his man, who looks like he still wants to inflict damage, showing Oshi how Ryker disrespected him with a slap to the face. Oshi manages to deescalate the champion who takes his crown and leaves, all the while eyeballing an unconscious Ryker. EMT’s rush to the ring to check on his condition.

[Solomon Graham]

FWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
The Push
Vs.
ALPHA ©

"Dance Pants" by The Push played, and they made their way dancing into the arena. Having a good time and getting the crowd into it.

CHEYENNE - The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the FWA Canadian Tag Team championship!!! Introducing first, the challengers, from Scranton, Pennsylvania, they are the former multi-time Tag Team champions… “Jumpin’” Jimmy, “Thunderlips” Timmy… THEEEEE PUUUSH!!!!

They showed not a single care in the world as they got into the ring and danced their pants off.

"King Nothing" by Metallica kicked in and the mood quickly changed. The ALPHA Predator of the FWA stomped out from behind the curtain, accompanied by his agent and representative, Marco Cruze holding up the Tag Team Champions Prize over his head as he walked ALPHA to the ring. The Alpha Predator of the FWA is all fired UP! With crazy eyes a blazed, he glares around the arena and double gorilla chest pounds himself with his fists.

CHEYENNE - And their opponent, hailing from Niagara Falls, Ontario, he is the current FWA Canadian Tag Team champion… AAAAALPHAAAAA!!!!!

Alpha leaps up onto the apron, before ducking into the ring and going right after Jimmy and Timmy, who quickly and wisely make a quick exit from the ring as the gorilla of a man double chest pounds and goes into a strongman pose and roars down to them that tonight he’s making an example out of them, then yells into the camera to “LEAVE MY MUSIC ON! THIS WON’T TAKE LONG….”

WILLIS - Don’t blink fans, this ALPHA doesn’t get paid by the hour! 

LATE NIGHT - Yeah, you can say that again. Fuckin’ bastard...

With the bell rung, ALPHA paces like a tiger. Timmy and Jimmy do a paper rock scissors challenge on the floor. Timmy loses and requests a best of three, which Jimmy allows. Timmy loses again and asks, “Best of 5?” which Jimmy agrees to when Alpha reaches between the ropes and grabs two handfuls of Timmy’s hair and tries to drag him into the ring! Jimmy grabs his partners legs and they have a Timmy-Tug-Of-War! A Tug of War that Jimmy does not win, and Timmy pays for it worse as Alpha does manhandle him and drags him into the ring with Jimmy holding onto Timmy’s legs for dear life! Once they are both inside the ring Alpha bodily hurls Timmy across the ring with an Arm & Head (hiptoss+biel) Throw! He turns back to Jimmy, who wisely rolls to the floor as Alpha barks at him “PUSSY!”

Timmy pulls himself up in the corner and Alpha rushes in with a Corner Full-Steam Body Avalanche, absolutely crushing him.

WILLIS - My god…

LATE NIGHT - *sighs*... you know what… I can’t do this, I’m outta here. I’ll come back when this is over.

WILLIS - Wait, don’t go, I--

But it’s too late. Late Night is way too angered and disgusted, simply from looking at ALPHA. He can’t bear to stay much longer and watch him slaughter another team.

Alpha launches him ¾’s of the way across the ring with another Arm & Head throw, just rag dolling Timmy. But Jimmy rushes in from the blind side and TAGS the side of Alpha’s head with a Helluva Kick! The crowd EXPLODES as Alpha falls back into the corner! Jimmy knows that he’s got a chance and quickly tries to mudhole stomp Alpha but they just don’t seem to be having the effect Jimmy was hoping for. So he quickly backs out and rushes in with a leaping crossbody….

…CAUGHT BY ALPHA, as he jumped up to his feet. Suddenly Timmy came rushing back in with a flying dropkick to his partners back, knocking Alpha just enough off of his balance that he stumbles back into the corner, with Jimmy in his grip. Jimmy viciously side elbows the face of Alpha and actually gets loose! The Push look at each other and hit a double corner dropkick to Alpha! They go into a double jack hammer stomp, trying to work together to take down the bigger man.

Jimmy dropped to all fours and Timmy running leapt off his back and forearm smashed the kisser of Alpha then he dropped onto all fours as Jimmy leapt off his back with a flying leg lariat! Alpha shook out the cob webs as Timmy and Jimmy each tried to lace an arm of the Alpha predator and looked for a double suplex… but Alpha didn’t move. Not even an inch. Suddenly Alpha did the unthinkable and reversed that suplex and sent Timmy and Jimmy over the ropes with reckless abandon!

WILLIS - Son of a bitch! Does he get off on inflicting pain!? You know what, hold on Late Night, I’m comin---

And Willis also leaves the commentary desk.

The replay shows Timmy and Jimmy hitting the ringside aprons hard on their crash to the floor. Alpha exited the ring, Picked up Timmy…. And just Lawn Darted him face first into the ring post! He picked up Jimmy…. And viciously sent him flying over the announce table!; belly laughing the entire time.

He dragged Timmy up by the hair again, pulled him up into a bear hug, and running slammed his lower back into the ring apron, then violently stuffed him into the ring. Alpha ducked into the ring and stuffed Timmy’s head between his legs, hitting a VICIOUS Powerbomb. But it didn’t end there. He pulled him right back up off the mat and hit a second powerbomb! Pulled him up and hit a third powerbomb! Pulled him up and hit a fourth powerbomb! Nothing would stop Alpha as he just dummied Timmy. Five. Six. Seven. Eight Powerbombs. He dragged the limp frame up and hit a NINTH!

Suddenly a woozy Jimmy stumbled into the apron outside and pulled himself up. He stumbled to the buckles and climbed his wobbly ass to the top and with a war cry for his partner leapt….

….and got a Twisting Forearm Blast knocking him DEAD out of the air! Alpha dragged Jimmy up across his back and laid him out with a New Nightmare (Torture Rack into a flip GTS) then put his unconscious body face down across Timmy, stacking them and planting his palms on Jimmy’s back…

1…

2…

3!!!

DING DING DING

CHEYENNE - Here is your winner, AND STILL the FWA Canadian Tag Team champion... ALPHA!!!!

“King Nothing” played again, as Marco Cruze looked into the camera and said, “our work is done, see you in a month!” as he entered the ring and presented his clients with his championship belts. ALPHA blew him off and looked into the Hard Camera and shouted a reminder that SIGMA’S RECEIPT IS COMING!

[Solomon Graham]

ONE ON ONE – GRUDGE MATCH
Lee Stevens
Vs.
Paul Wilson

“I Run It” by Tom MacDonald played in the ever cocky Paul Wilson. He got to the ring, oozing cockiness, ready for the fight of his life.

CHEYENNE - The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!! Currently in the ring, hailing from Windsor, Ontario, PAUL WILSON!!!!!

The fairground lights suddenly cut off, plunging the arena into darkness. After a pause of around five seconds, then the start of Tool's "Stinkfist" begins to play. The riff of the song continues to build, then a single spotlight shines on the stage, revealing "The Future" Lee Stevens at the 30 second mark, who stands at the mouth of the entrance way, staring out across the crowd with a look of determination. He slowly raises the Triad three finger hand gesture and then begins his way to the ring, the spotlight following him down.

CHEYENNE - And his opponent, from Hamilton Ontario Canada, weighing in at 199 pounds, he is The Marvel of the Modern Era--- Lee Stevens!!!

Stevens walks down the ramp slowly. He soaks up the hero worship waves of his Smark cheering section at ringside, before sliding in under the ropes, going right for the opposite corner, throwing up the TRIAD Hand gesture to a rousing amount of cheers. The house lights fading back up as he does so. Suddenly Wilson rushed across the ring, knocking Stevens off the ropes, knocking him to the floor the hard way.

DING DING DING

Wilson followed Stevens to the floor and ran him between the barricade and the ring apron, slamming his back and ribs and kidneys into each. He ran him into the barricade again and floated over into the crowd and locked Stevens into an Inverted facelock, bending the back of his neck across the barricade as Stevens hollered in pain! Stevens reacted quickly through and back flipped over the barricade landing behind Wilson and reversing HIM into an Inverted facelock, but Wilson quickly countered and rolled himself around in Stevens grip and reversed Stevens into a release Northern Lights Suplex into the barricade!!

Wilson pulled up the Marvel and sent him back to ringside the hard way with a release suplex. Wilson used the barricade and hit a slingshot leg drop across the throat of Stevens. Nearing the end of referee Matt Noble’s patience, Wilson brought Stevens back into the ring. Wilson unleashed a flurry of offense including a leg lariat, standing hurricanrana and a Russian leg sweep into a Sharpshooter that Wilson had on for several minutes before Stevens was able to secure the ropes.

Wilson taunted Stevens, asking if “this was the MARVEL he heard sooooooo much about?” slapping the former world champion about the head and toe kicking him. He pulled up Stevens for a Death Valley Driver, but Stevens sprung back to life and side elbowed the face of Wilson until he could slip out the back door. Stevens ducked a clothesline on the turn and both hit the opposite ropes and returned with Stevens catching Wilson out of the air with a Leaping Double Knee Facebuster!

Both popped to their feet, Stevens on momentum and Wilson off the impact of that move. Stevens went HAM with a Multi-Kick Combo; unloading a Right kick to the leg, left kick to the leg, right body kick, left body kick, followed by a high right kick to the temple and straight into a Swinging Fisherman’s Neckbreaker! Stevens popped up and hit a standing moonsault for a near fall!

Running Bulldog, into a Single Knee Facebuster gave way to a Slingshot Springboard Forearm taking Wilson down! As Wilson rises, Stevens connects with a Dropsault sending Wilson back into the corner. Stevens rushes in hitting the double knees in the corner, Snap Spinning Thrust Kick to the gut, an up-kick to the face and circles out and rushes back in with a step-up knee to the jaw, before shoving the collapsing Wilson out of the corner and hitting a Leap Frog Leg-drop Driver! Stevens quickly looks for the Peruvian Necktie but Wilson struggled and rolled until he escaped the ring.

Stevens quickly rebounded and dove through the ropes with a Topé con Giro taking out Wilson as the crowd popped. Stevens quickly rolled Wilson back into the ring and went straight to the top. He reached his perch and spent zero time dilly daddling and leapt with the B.F.E. (Best Froggy Ever/Big F'N Ending)….

…but came up bone dry as Wilson rolled to the apron! He quickly pulls himself up the ropes and comes off with a diving elbow drop to the heart of Stevens! Wilson hooked the leg…

1…

2… but Stevens just shoots the shoulder up before three to the crowd's delight!

Wilson smashed his fist off the mat and pulled his hands through his hair, thinking that he should have gotten him there. But it’s the Powerbomb Lungblower that really seems to do in Stevens and leave him lying in a bad way. A "Windsor Plex " (Gargoyle Suplex) followed and Stevens could barely bring himself to a seated position as his eyes rolled back and he slumped to the mat. Wilson shouted you’re DONE STEVENS and picked him up for the Maple Leaf Driver: Psycho Driver.

But when Wilson flipped Stevens and sat down, Stevens somehow slipped his legs under him, landing on them! Wilson was wide eyed looking up at Stevens, unable to process, let alone stop the Bittersweet Music (Superkick) that followed. Stevens falling into the cover spent, he hooked the outside leg…

1…

2…

3!!!

DING DING DING

CHEYENNE - Here is your winner, The Marvel of the Modern Era…. LEE STEVENS!!!

Lee celebrates, once again soaking in the adoration of the audience. He quickly runs to the corner, hops onto the middle rope and throws up the TRIAD hand symbol, though clearly exhausted as he is. Little did he notice, however… not until the fans started booing… that a little white snake had entered the ring. And when he got down off that middle rope and turned around… OOF!! #DICKKICKCITY! It’s Ian Dempsey, who then proceeds to stomp down on the Marvel Of The Modern Era, before picking him up off the ground, backing up aaand… YAKUZA KICK!!! He then gets on the mic and begins speaking.

“Look, I won’t take up too much time, but needless to say, I’ve been pretty pissed off the last couple of days, man. Pretty pissed off because I discovered the little secret of one… Solomon Graham!!! And to all of you who wanna know, his secret is tha---”

But his mic is cut off. He can’t finish what he was about to say… AND HE GOES BALLISTIC, just throwing the biggest tantrum he could possibly throw, before going to the outside, grabbing a chair and BEATING THE LIVING FUCK OUTTA both Lee AND Wilson, before security are forced to come out and eject him… BUT NO!!!!! A FLASHBANG IS SET OFF!!! All the security guards are blinded and… OH NO!!! They’ve lost Dempsey! Where’s he gone?! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN!!!

[Solomon Graham]

MATCH NO. 4:
3 Stages Of Hell
Blair Sigma
vs.
Solomon Graham

Stage 2: Trip To Oblivion Match

Rules:
1. Two competitors will meet on a harbor, that is suspended several feet above “oblivion” (or, rather… a large body of water.) On this harbor, is a cell-like structure that within, holds many different weapons.
2. The objective of the match is to throw your opponent off the harbor and into “oblivion”.

Tips and tricks:
Some parts of the floor on the harbor can be broken. When they eventually give way, your opponent will go falling into oblivion.

DING DING DING

WILLIS - Folks, we are back and the second stage of this match is underway!

LATE NIGHT - I would like to apologize to everyone. Seeing ALPHA completely destroy people has given me PTSD. I can't stand that damn bastard, but hey, we're not here to talk about him, we're here to call this match and dammit, my son may be injured and beaten, but he’s a fighter! And if I know him well enough, he’s gonna win this stage of hell and go on to win the whole caboodle!

WILLIS - Well, we’ll see about that.

Graham and Sigma start off inside the cell-like structure, Graham’s arm and ribs are heavily bandaged from the previous stage where he was thrown into traffic. Sigma and Graham meet in the middle of the cell, and while Graham does manage to get in a HARD right hand, Sigma soon takes control, going right after the injured left arm of Solomon Graham, taking him by the wrist and once again applying pressure… However, this time, Sigma also KICKS Graham in the ribs! Several times over!

LATE NIGHT - Oh, c’mon! That’s completely uncalled for!

WILLIS - I know how you must feel about seeing your own son face the legal definition of torture, but honestly, Late Night. He created these terms, he knew the risks. And it seems he’s accepted them and is choosing to continue forth with the next two stages.

LATE NIGHT - Remind me to beat some sense into my son after the show is over.

Sigma continues to kick Graham’s ribs and deal more damage to the arm, before releasing the arm and going to grab a weapon. His weapon of choice? An OIL DRUM!!! He BASHES the Oil Drum over Graham’s arm and torso, before picking him up and NAILING him with a Spinebuster, weakening the metal floor beneath them!

WILLIS - Sigma better be careful! Those floors can weaken, and when they do, it’ll give way and they’ll BOTH go into Oblivion!

LATE NIGHT - What happens then? Sigma wins?

WILLIS - Either that, or it’s nullified and settled inside the cage Sudden Death style to give us a definite winner. I don’t know, however. I suppose it’s for Solomon to decide?

Sigma continues stomping down on Sol’s arm and ribs, before picking him up and throwing him RIGHT through the walls of the cell, destroying them in an instant! Graham lands close to the edge on the outside of the cell, as he tries to crawl away from it, but Sigma grabs him by the head and tries to throw him off the ledge, but Graham REFUSES to go, grabbing hold of the ledge with both hands! Sigma tries continuously to stomp him off the ledge, but Graham refuses to go.

LATE NIGHT - You see that?! My son’s got so much fight in him! He’s so tough, he could strap a bucket of fried chicken to his back and ride a motorbike through a---

WILLIS - NooooOOO!!! I know what you’re about to say, Late Night, and I REFUSE to let you get cancelled over some stupid joke!

LATE NIGHT - ….through a Weight Watcher’s clinic. God, you are SUCH AN IDIOT, Willis!

WILLIS - Uhhh… well, this is awkward.

As soon as Graham gets back up, Sigma grabs him by the head, pulls him to his feet and BASHES his head against the cell, before climbing up it, grabbing Graham by the hair and dragging him up the cell.

WILLIS - Man, that must be some seriously strong hair to stay on Graham’s head like that!

LATE NIGHT - You can say that again! He uses Dove Head and Shoulders, built to make hair strong as ever (AND silky smooth).

Eventually, they get to the top of the cell, and Sigma gets Graham to his feet. He beats the piss outta Sol, slapping him silly, before once again working over the arm and ribs of Solomon Graham. He then picks him up and… ANOTHER SPINEBUSTER!!! This time on top of the cell! But wait, he’s not done, as he pulls Graham to his feet and…

LATE NIGHT - OH MY GOD!!!! He just threw Solomon RIGHT off the top of the cell!

WILLIS - He almost went right off the platform! Luckily he landed right at the foot of the ledge, but at what cost?! He landed neck-first!

Sigma then stays up there, beckoning for Solomon to get up.

WILLIS - What’s he going for, here?

LATE NIGHT - I dunno, but it’s gonna be brutal!

Graham slowly, but surely, gets to his feet, and…

LATE NIGHT - BLAIR JUST DOVE OFF THE TOP OF THAT CELL!!!

WILLIS - It’s over now!! Sigma nails Graham and he’ll go tumbling into the---NO!!! Graham barrel rolled outta the way!!!!

Sigma lands face-first on the steel floor, seemingly EXPLODING his nose as blood spews and sprays everywhere!

LATE NIGHT - Good. God. Almighty!!

WILLIS - You can say that again…

LATE NIGHT - Good. God. Almighty!

WILLIS - ….am I joke to you?

Graham is on his knees, and the look he has in his eye… it’s almost like a wild animal. He then proceeds to… OH MY GOD!!! He’s punching the SHIT out of a downed Sigma!!!

LATE NIGHT - HOOOOLY BATSHIT!!!!

WILLIS - HE’S NOT GIVING’ IN!! If he’s goin’ down, he’s goin’ down swinging!

LATE NIGHT - HA HA HA!!!! THAT’S MAH BOY!!!!

Graham NAILS him with a few more hooks and jabs, before grabbing Blair’s head and SMASHING it off the cell wall! He then grabs him and takes him back into the cell, proceeding to Spinebuster the SHIT outta him, weakening the floor of the harbor even more! Graham then gets him between his legs and… NO!!! His arm is too weak… he can’t lift him up!

LATE NIGHT - Oh no… he can’t hit the Piledriver!

WILLIS - That could be it for Solomon… I’m sorry.

Blair then gets up and boots Sol while he’s down, continuously booting him until he can’t even kneel… that is, until grabbing Sol by the head and pulling him to his feet… and then, NAILING him with a series of jabs, punches and hooks!

WILLIS - What goes around, comes around!

LATE NIGHT - But Sol didn’t even do anything wrong!! There are no rules here!

WILLIS - I’m not saying anything of the sort! Just making an observation.

LATE NIGHT - Oh… BAH!!

Blair continues to punch Graham, yelling that “Sol’s gonna pay, and pay HANDSOMELY!!!” before going for The Greatest Show (Bitter End), getting Graham in the Abdominal Position, before Pump Handling him into mid-air and… NO!!! Graham lands on his feet, reversing it into the DDT Head Cradle Flatliner and… OH MY GOD!!!! The metal ground beneath them gives way, but Graham manages to grab onto the ledge created by the giving way of the steel!

WILLIS - It’s ove---NO!!! Graham managed to grab a hold of the ledge!

LATE NIGHT - But look...

Sigma refuses to go into the drink, grabbing hold of Graham’s leg and looking to end this match, Sigma tries his best to pull Graham down… but NO!!! Graham starts repeatedly booting Sigma in the face, trying to knock him down! Eventually, after several attempts, kicking Sigma’s hands, trying to get him to let go, Sigma lets go and FALLS!

WILLIS - HE’S GONE!!!!

LATE NIGHT - SIGMA’S FALLING INTO OBLIVION!!!

Sol then pulls himself up and onto the platform, sitting with his legs dangling off the ledge, waving at Sigma as he continues to fall, until he hits the water. The minute Sigma hits the water, “Holding On” plays from the phrase “There goes the sun” at the end of the intro. This is obviously added in post, much like the first stage. Sol lays down on his back, taking in this major victory.

SIGMA: 1
GRAHAM: 1

[Solomon Graham]

FWA TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
“The Villain” Liam Bradley
vs.
Vic Wheeler ©

The sounds of Avenged Sevenfold's "Nightmare" begins to play out through the PA System as the lights flow through the arena before shining down onto the stage.

NIGHTMARE!

And standing at the stage is Liam Bradley. Sporting the black fur coat, the plague doctor mask and holding his signature black umbrella, as he slowly turns to show off his clothing attire for everyone to see. He points his umbrella out to the crowd before making his way down the ramp.

DRAGGED YA DOWN BELOW
DOWN TO THE DEVIL'S SHOW
TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER
PEACE OF MIND IS LESS THAN EVER

CHEYENNE - The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FWA Television championship! Making his way to the ring, from Nottingham, England, weighing in at 178 lbs, he is “The Villain” LIAM. BRADLEY!!!!

WILLIS - Liam Bradley has been making Vic Wheeler’s life hell for the many past episodes of FWA Fusion! It’s clear that if Vic wants to retain that title, he’ll have to do it by any and all means.

LATE NIGHT - Indeed, Jimmy, but I think that Liam’s got all the necessary tools to take the TV belt from Wheeler. I think tonight, we’re gonna see a new Television champion!

WILLIS - Yeah, and given the BS way that Wheeler retained the title the last time these two faced off, I tend to agree. Liam had that match won, but I don’t think Matt Noble noticed that Wheeler’s shoulders were down, or that he was even being pinned.

LATE NIGHT - I think that’s why Solomon Graham put this match in the hands of veteran referee, Edgar Brown. He knew that Edgar wouldn’t screw this up, not just because of experience, but because Edgar is a trusted family friend and after that screw up, I doubt Solomon will ever trust Noble with a title match again. Quite frankly, I wouldn’t. Hell, I’d stretch the fucker.

Liam makes his way to ringside and climbs up the steel steps, walking along the apron before brushing his feet on it and then entering the ring.

LATE NIGHT - See? THAT’S how it’s done! Ya wipe yer fuckin’ feet before ya step in that ring. THAT is the mark of someone that is championship material… unlike the Nova Scotian BAR-TRASH that is Vic Wheeler!

WILLIS - You rag on Wheeler for those things, but give credit where it’s due. If he didn’t deserve to be a champion, why is he currently the champion?

LATE NIGHT - “Champion?” HA! Please, Wheeler’s no champion! All he is, is a TITLE-HOLDER, in wait of a REAL champion, like Liam Bradley.

WILLIS - That’s so harsh, Late Night. And it’s unfair, I mean, he beat Ian Dempsey for the title! He beat one of FWA’s Highest Caliber wrestlers for FWA’s second most important championship. If that’s not champion material, I don’t know what is!

Liam raises his umbrella up high for everyone to see and then takes off the mask from his face. He heads into his corner and places his umbrella and mask on the ring mat, before turning and awaiting the Television champion.

WILLIS - And now, we await the Television champion.

LATE NIGHT - I believe you mean… “Title-Holder”...

WILLIS - Oh, shut up!

As the lights blacken in the fairground, the sound of bar chatter begins to ring out. After a few seconds of this, the sound of a glass bottle breaking plays, and the opening guitar of How Many Walls begins to play, and Vic appears right outside the curtain, back facing the ring, holding up his hands in a “V” and a “W”. When the lyrics kick in, he spins around to face the ring and the audience.

CHEYENNE - And his opponent, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, weighing in at 188 lbs, he is the FWA Television champion… VIC. WHEELER!!!!

WILLIS - And here he comes! TV belt in tow!

LATE NIGHT - It’s time!!! Liam’s gonna kick the shit outta Wheeler and take his damn title.

He stands around until the second verse kicks in, visibly working himself up for the match ahead. Once he begins moving again, he sprints down to the ring and…

WILLIS - WAIT, HOLD ON JUST A SECOND!!!

LATE NIGHT - OH MY GOD!!!! WHERE DID IAN DEMPSEY COME FROM?!?!?

Indeed, Dempsey has shown up… it seems he was hiding under the ring as he SMACKS Wheeler right in the gob with a live round, before SMASHING his head right off the hardest part of the ring (it was slightly protected because Wheeler did manage to block his face in time, but he still suffered the impact)!

WILLIS - Ladies and gentlemen, this isn’t part of the show! Somebody needs to STOP this!

LATE NIGHT - WILL SOMEBODY COME OUT HERE AND STOP THIS, GODDAMMIT!!!

He then draws back and… YAKUZA KICK!!!!

WILLIS - Dear lord Jesus!

LATE NIGHT - He could’ve stopped that man’s heart, dammit!! WILL ONE OF YOU DAMN JACKASSES IN THE LOCKER ROOM COME OUT HERE AND STOP THIS?!!? IT’S GOTTEN OUT OF HAND!!!

Then, something unprecedented happens… a strange man, dressed in a black suit, appears on the stage.

WILLIS - Wait, who the fuck is that?!?!

LATE NIGHT - Huh??

He sports black aviator shades, a clean shaven face, black hair that is slicked back and a very… Italian look.

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He remains on the stage, clapping and smirking, seemingly pleased with what Ian has done.

WILLIS - Who is that?!

LATE NIGHT - I know who that is… THAT’----

The mic is cut off on Late Night’s end.

WILLIS - Wait, WHO?!?!

Then, the mic cuts off on Willis’s end. Neither commentator can be heard.

Ian Dempsey smiles, a SICK satisfaction, as the man atop the entrance ramp signals to Ian. Just then, Ian RAMS Wheeler’s skull against the ringpost, before THROWING him into the ring, before slowly backing up the ramp. He points to Liam, before pointing to Wheeler.

“FINISH HIM!!!” He yells.

And go to finish him, Liam does, as he picks him up off the ground and NAILS him with the Art Of Infamy (Argentine Backbreaker into a Knee Lift), before ORDERING Edgar Brown to start this match. Brown protests, but Liam insists… and Edgar reluctantly signals to Timekeeper Tim to ring the bell.

DING DING DING

He goes for the pin!

1.

2.

3---NO!!!! Wheeler very quickly kicks out!

Liam looks absolutely frustrated, and Ian seems confused. The mystery man has disappeared, but Dempsey has stayed at ringside. Liam stomps down on Wheeler, before pulling him back up to his feet and NAILING him with SEVERAL Euro Uppercuts, before shooting him off the ropes and NAILING him with a BEAUTIFUL Dropkick! He quickly goes for the pin again.

1.

2---NO!!! Wheeler manages to get the shoulder up!

Liam gets back to his feet, arguing that “THAT WAS THREE!! LEARN TO FUCKIN’ COUNT!!!” but Edgar insists that “IT WAS TWO!!! He got the shoulder up!” Wheeler manages to get to his knees, and he crawls towards Liam as he’s arguing with Edgar Brown. He grabs his leg and rolls him up!

1.

2---NO!!! Liam kicks out and rolls through… but Wheeler is back on his feet and he NAILS him with a Knee to the Gut!

Wheeler then proceeds to fucking murder the Villain, nailing him with a series of strikes, from kicks to punches, topping it all off with an Arm Wrench Clothesline, before going for the pin.

1.

NO!!! Wheeler was too close to the ropes, and he got pulled out of the ring by Ian Dempsey!

Edgar Brown scolds Ian for doing that, but Ian claims that he was merely pulling him out because… he’d noticed that THERE WAS A MOSQUITO ON HIS BACK, HE WAS PULLING HIM OUT TO SWAT IT AWAY!!!!

Liam distracts Edgar Brown, brushing his shirt off, and meanwhile… OH, NOW THIS IS DISGUSTING!!! Dempsey is just kicking the SHIT outta Wheeler, bringing Wheeler to his feet and… #DICKKICKCITY!!!! He then picks him up and THROWS him back into the ring, and Liam immediately shoves Edgar out of the way and goes for the pin!

1.

2.

3---NO!!! Wheeler manages to get the shoulder up!

Liam grabs Wheeler’s leg and locks him in a makeshift Single Leg Boston Crab! Wheeler fights and fights to get out, even trying to crawl towards the ropes. Dempsey is on the other side of the ring, the one that Wheeler is trying to crawl towards, yelling at Wheeler and mocking him, stating “C’mon Wheeler, come and get the ropes bro!”

As Wheeler is about to reach the ropes, Dempsey grabs hold and PULLS them back, preventing Wheeler from reaching the ropes, but when Edgar Brown yells at him to let go and kicks the ropes, forcing Dempsey to let go of the rope. Wheeler then grabs hold of the bottom rope… but NO!!! Dempsey SMACKS Wheeler’s hand, forcing him to let go!

At that point, Edgar Brown has had enough and EJECTS Dempsey from the match! Dempsey freaks the eff out, stating that “YOU CAN’T EJECT ME!!! I HAVE MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF POWER, I WILL HAVE YOUR JOB!!!” but Edgar’s not having it and FORCES Dempsey to leave, or Wheeler retains! Dempsey leaves, but states that “You’re gonna regret this, Brown!”


Liam tries to bring Wheeler to his feet, but Wheeler punches him in the gut and takes advantage, immediately SPEARING Liam right off his feet, going for the pin!

1.

2.

3, Vic retains… NO!!!! Liam gets his foot on the ropes!

Wheeler STOMPS down on the back of Liam’s neck, picking him up, ELBOWING him over the head and NAILING him with a MASSIVE Bulldog! Liam grabs his face, on his knees and… SUPERKIIIIICK!!!!!! He picks up the stunned Liam Bradley and… VIC DRIVE ( Swinging Reverse STO ), before going for the pin!

1.

2.

3, Vic retains… NO!!!!! Somebody has pulled referee Edgar Brown out of the ring… It’s TOM THE FUCKING BUTCHER!!! He then enters the ring and… THIS IS JUST FUCKING RIDICULOUS!!! He’s attacking Wheeler! He picks him up and… BIG BOOT!!! Wheeler falls back into… ART OF INFAMY!!!! Tom The Butcher goes back to the outside and picks Edgar Brown up, before throwing him back into the ring, and stalking off to the stage. Liam Bradley goes for the pin, and Edgar Brown counts it.

1.

2.

3!!!

DING DING DING

CHEYENNE - Here is your winner, AND THE NEEEEWW… FWA Television champion… “THE VILLAIN” LIAAAAM BRAAADLEY!!!!!

“Nightmare” hits and Edgar Brown presents the new champion his belt. After that, Liam celebrates his win… but wait, the mysterious gentlemen has re-appeared on the stage, this time being joined by Ian Dempsey and Tom The Butcher. The mysterious man is clapping very slowly for the new champion, seeming to suggest that Liam is among their ranks. However, Liam seems to not even care that they’re there, as he raises the belt above his head for all to see. Eventually, he does exit the ring and make his way to the back, but by the time he does, they are long gone.

[Solomon Graham]

WILLIS - Ladies and gentlemen, we’re back after that little incident in the previous match. Our mics shut off and we don’t know why.

LATE NIGHT - Once again, a major apology on our part, folks. We did not intend that. Ian was not supposed to run in on that match, he wasn’t supposed to run in after the Lee Stevens/Paul Wilson match and we don’t know what his current status is. I just hope that he’s properly punished!

WILLIS - Agreed. Now, let us move on to the Professional Wrestling championship match!

FWA PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
Duncan Aries (c)
vs.
???

As the opening of "MayDay" by Digital Summer plays, ice blue light fills the entrance way as a denim jacket clad Duncan Aries has his back to us. He spins around, arms crossed, head cocked in a grin under Aviator shades. Not having his Professional Wrestling Championship belt seems to perturb Aries, as he only stands there for a moment, where he would normally be showing off his belt.

CHEYENNE - The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FWA Professional Wrestling championship!!! Introducing first, hailing from San Diego, California, weighing in at 238 lbs, he is the FWA Professional Wrestling champion… “THE WILD CARD” DUNCAAAN AAAARIIIES!!!!!

He strides to the ring, paying no mind to the crowd, walking the apron and yelling out "BECAUSE I'M DUNCAN ARIES, THAT'S WHY!"before entering the ring and spinning around absorbing the mixed reaction from the crowd, sliding off his jacket, throwing out his shades, and shadow kick boxing in his corner as his music fades out.

Aries stands in the ring, arms crossed and he hasn’t even taken his shades off yet. He just smirks at the Ref and shakes his head. “Bring out the sacrificial twerp!” He can be heard telling the Referee.

The voice of Porcelain Black ring's out, “I'm on the battlefield, like, oh my God ...Knockin' soldiers down like House of Cards...I'M A ONE WOMAN ARMY...” before the intense driving sirens of “Gasoline” By Porcelain and the Tramps. Duncan Aries looks completely and utterly gobstopped in the middle of the ring.

CHEYENNE - And his opponent, making her FWA debut, hailing from Seville, Spain and weighing 206 lbs, she is “The One Woman Army”, F. M. YOOOUNG!!!!

FM Young appears on the top of the ramp as the lights come up. Instead of doing her usual glad handing and playing to the crowd, the One Woman Army seems incredibly eager to get the proceedings started sprinting down the ramp to the ring. Aries finally took his shades off, but didn’t move as FM slid into the ring.

“What, they dig you out of AXW’s grave?” The Champion chuckles, back stepping as Young moves to get into his face as referee Edgar Brown signals to Timekeeper Tim to ring the bell.

DING DING DING

WILLIS - And this match-up is underway and---OH!!!

Young goes for a lariat, only to have Aries duck the over eager swing and bring her back down with a belly to back suplex.

LATE NIGHT - HA HA HAAA!!! That’s SUCH GOOD SHIT!!!

He even goes for an early cover but FM kicks out so hard she actually throws him off of her. Aries is back up and it’s clear he doesn’t take this match too seriously.

WILLIS - Aries doesn’t seem to take FM seriously.

LATE NIGHT - Yeah, well. That’s their relationship to each other. Aries has never cared much for FM Young. He doesn’t seem to care much for the Alternative Xperience anymore, either. Not that I blame him.

He even taunts FM with a couple of foot shoves to the head, touting about how “oh she finally caught him, now what?” The boot nudges to the head don’t do much of anything to FM aside from apparently piss her off as is seen on her face.

WILLIS - I’m interested to know how Solomon was able to acquire the talents of FM Young for the FWA.

LATE NIGHT - My son’s got the skills to talk anyone into coming to the FWA. There are some exceptions, like that Malev fellow, but we don’t talk about that.

WILLIS - And why not?

LATE NIGHT - Heh… like you need to know, eh?

She explodes upward to hit an armdrag takedown but Aries slides across the mat and slips out of the ring. He looks right at FM, runs his hands over the sides of his hair, winks, and throws two middle fingers at her.

WILLIS - Oh, now that’s uncalled for!

LATE NIGHT - You sure? I mean, it’s Aries, pal. That kind of stuff is to be expected.

FM raises her eyebrows as if to say “oh yeah?” She suddenly goes from 0 to 100 in a blink and dashes to the ropes, baseball sliding out to the floor and gives chase to Aries before he slides into the ring and when FM tries to slide in after him, he’s there, ready with some mudhole stomps to try and keep her down.

WILLIS - FM Young trying to bring the fight to Duncan Aries, but the Professional Wrestling champion utilizing his veteran expertise to keep her down!

LATE NIGHT - Well, goddamn pal! Whaddya expect from someone who’s 23 years in the goddamn business?! Hell, I broke into the goddamn business 32 years ago next month and I’d be kickin’ her ass the exact same way he is!

FM still starts powering up to her hands and knees, despite this and Aries runs off the ropes, coming back with an ax kick across the back of her neck and goes for another cover. Two count! Aries sits up on his knees and argues with Edgar Brown over the count.

WILLIS - Aries, arguing with the referee.

LATE NIGHT - Yeah, thanks Captain Obvious! And thanks, Edgar Brown, you’ve just potentially cost Aries the title, there!

When he’s done there, he rolls FM over onto her stomach and grabs her legs, looking like he’s going for the San Diego Driver already. He sure is as he pops her up off the mat but FM tucks herself in and counters it into a rollup. Instead of going for a pin, she rolls back up onto her feet and blasts Aries with a basement dropkick to the spine.

WILLIS - OOF… what a basement dropkick!

LATE NIGHT - Goddamn!

Aries grabs at his back as FM gets to her feet. Now it’s her turn to taunt, mouthing “yeah, I finally caught you motherfucker. Now what?” She grabs the champion and takes him down a Swinging Neckbreaker. Some extra snap for the guy that’s been ducking her all this time. Aries sits up but FM backs off, watching him like a big cat on the prowl and as he makes it to his feet, she hits him with a big Running Bulldog. This is enough for her to feel confident enough for a cover of her own but Aries kicks out at two.

WILLIS - Wow! That was a close call!

LATE NIGHT - YA THINK?! Oh, my damn blood pressure…

FM starts to pick Aries up to his feet but once he’s up to his knees, he starts throwing shots to the midsection. FM barely falters and after Aries adds a European Uppercut to the jaw, FM fires back with a Short Arm Elbow Smash before laying in with some shin kicks.

WILLIS - FM, putting those feet to good use, trying to wear down the legs of Duncan Aries.

LATE NIGHT - Damn, she knows how to kick. Didja hear how those feet connected? She’s kickin’ him hard, there!

Aries staggers around to try and avoid the kicks before FM finishes up with an Enziguri to the back of the head. Again, Aries rolls out of the ring to catch his senses again. FM takes just a second to play to the fans who are all behind her but then as she approaches the ropes, Aries has recovered enough to grab her by the feet and yank her out to the floor where he hits a loud SLAP of a backhand chop across her chest.

WILLIS - OOOOOOohh…!!

LATE NIGHT - HOOOLY BALLS, WHAT A CHOP!!! I think part of her left tit just went flying into the audience… AND SOME PERVERT CAUGHT IT!!!

Willis just looks at Late Night, so confused.

WILLIS - ...what??!!

FM takes the brunt of a couple more chops across the collarbone, before catching Aries’ arm and pulling him to drop him with a double A spinebuster!

LATE NIGHT - DAMN!! What a SSSPINEBUSTER, Willis! Ol’ Arnie would be proud!

WILLIS - That was truly magnificent, no doubt about it.

Aries gets to his feet and the pair share a moment to trade angry strikes around the ring, circling each other and trying to back one or the other into the ropes. Aries nails Young across the gob with those hard strikes, once, twice...Third time she blocks his arm and eats a kick to the stomach for not being quick enough.

WILLIS - Aries once again, putting those educated feet and arms to good use!

LATE NIGHT - That was a SSSTIFF kick, there! I’d be surprised if her sternum wasn’t completely crushed.

Young powers through the pain to grab Aries arm again and FM racked Aries up against the ropes, the whip and down! FM hits the Stand Alone Complex (Elevated gutbuster)! FM goes for the cover and 1...2…

WILLIS - Three, NO!!! Aries kicked out and Edgar Brown’s hand was just INCHES away from the mat!

LATE NIGHT - Neither of ‘em are willin’ to give an inch to the other! Who will walk out the victor?!

FM sits up, growing visibly frustrated but keeps her cool for the most part as she climbs to the top turnbuckle, calling for the end. FM dives off of the turnbuckle! Battery Powered Bombshell!!!

WILLIS - This is it...

LATE NIGHT - It’s gotta be, pal!

She flips through the air and la--NO!! Aries gets the knees up and FM comes crashing down across them.

WILLIS - NO!!! Aries had the wherewithall!

LATE NIGHT - That’s the veteran instinct, there! That’s 23 years in the goddamn business!

The challenger rolls away on the mat while Aries rolls to the corner, pulling himself up on the ropes. Aries waits for FM to make it to her feet and he comes rushing out of the corner. Foot comes up! Enter Gideon (Beautiful Disaster Kick)!

WILLIS - He’s gonna nail it!

LATE NIGHT - If he hits the Enter Gideon, it’s all over from there.

Wait, no! FM evades the kick! Aries turns and FM comes in and LEVELS him with Man-Machine Interface (Discus Clothesline)!!

WILLIS - HOOOOOLY FUCKBALLS!!!

LATE NIGHT - WILLIS!!!! Watch your goddamn language, pal!! I’m the cusser at this desk, not you! You just sit there, call the damn matches and look stupid while doing it.

Aries hits the mat hard and rolls over onto his front. A possible mistake as FM pulls him up by his trunks and lifts him into an Electric Chair hold. This gets the fans going wild as they recognize the setup for the Human Processor Error!

WILLIS - Alright, THIS has gotta be it!

LATE NIGHT - One Human Processor Error, COMING RIGHT UP!!!!

As FM goes to grip the wrists of Aries, however, he manages to act fast and dig at her eyes. FM covers her face, giving Aries time to slip off her shoulders and land behind her.

WILLIS - NO!!!!

LATE NIGHT - OH YEEEAAAH!!!!!

She’s still rubbing at her eyes when he spins her around and scoops her up to land The Culmination (Front Slam Swung Into A Rock Bottom)!!

WILLIS - HE NAILED IT!!! THE CULMINATION!!! IT’S OVER, IT’S GOTTA BE!!!!

LATE NIGHT - Jesus! Leave the one that people would gladly pay to have yell at them some room to speak, there, pal.

Aries covers and the fans boo so loud they flat out drown out the slap on the mat as the ref counts.

1…

2…

3!

DING DING DING

WILLIS - He did it!

LATE NIGHT - Oh. My. Goooddd!!!

CHEYENNE - Here is your winner, AND STILL, the FWA Professional Wrestling champion, “The Wild Card” DUNCAN. ARIES!!!

Aries quickly high tails it outta there, “MayDay!” playing him out. He heads up the ramp, meanwhile FM is leaning on the bottom rope, while Edgar Brown tries to help her to her feet.

Aries eventually makes it up to the stage, before raising both of his hands in the air…

WILLIS - Aries has managed to win this match, but if only he had the---WAIT A MINUTE!!! ARIES, LOOK OUT!!!!

But it’s too late as Aries is STRICKEN from behind… by none other than Lucas Swann and the broken Professional Wrestling championship belt!! He then continuously WHIPS Aries with the belt, making sure to NAIL him once again with the belt once he’s done! He then snatches a mic from… somewhere? We’re not entirely sure, but he manages to get his hands on a microphone.

LUCAS SWANN
Aries… you didn’t think I’d show up here, didja, buckaroo?! 

Lucas simply scoffs at the notion.

LUCAS SWANN
REEEEEEEEALLY?! On Canada Day... you thought I wouldn’t show up in MY home country?! HA. HA. HA. Bud, lemme tell ya… I couldn’t resist! Though, celebrating my FAVOURITE holiday is not the only reason that I’m here! I’m also here to let you know just what type of match we’ll be wrestling in. Y’see, I’m a BIG fan of---

But he can’t finish, as he is tackled by other FWA wrestlers (namely, Lee Stevens, Solomon Graham, and others, all seemingly breaking kayfabe to contain this rogue). They all grab him and carry him all the way out of the fair… before THROWING him right into the road and stating to security to...

“keep him out! He’s NOT to be let back in, under ANY circumstances!”

... before going back all the way to the ring. However, Lucas doesn’t even try, instead opting to leave with this odd smirk on his face. Why? Your humble narrator only wishes he could tell you. When we return to the ring, everything and everyone has been cleared from the ring and ringside area… for the MAIN EVENT… of the EEEEVENING!!!

[Solomon Graham]

LATE NIGHT - Okay… Here's the deal. I’ve already seen my son be injured enough during this commentary tenure as it is. Right now, he’s about to wrestle a match… while heavily injured. I don’t know that I can bear to watch, and as such, I have to sign off for the rest of the night.

WILLIS - I’ll be signing off as well, as I have to catch a flight back to Marina Del Rey, so I can celebrate the 4th Of July. Thank you all for welcoming us into your homes and thank everybody at this fair right now, for showing me, an American man, what Canada Day is TRULY about!

With that, both of them remove their headsets, get up from the desk, and make their way to the back, all to thunderous applause.

MAIN EVENT:
3 Stages Of Hell
Blair Sigma
vs.
Solomon Graham

Stage 3: Electric Prison Match

Rules:
1. The two competitors will be locked inside of a 20-foot tall cage which will surround the entire ringside area, touching the barricade separating the fans from the ring. Once the two competitors step inside, they will be locked in and the cage will become an electric cage, meaning no escape for either competitor.

2. The match can only end via a 20-count knockout OR via a 5-count pinfall.

Tips and Tricks:
There are weapons under the ring and on the outside of the ring. You can also throw your opponent into the cage, which should come to them as a nasty… shock? LMAO im so bad!

Before the two men make their entrances, the barricade is taken down and unbreakable protective glass is put up in its place (to avoid several lawsuits from idiots that might’ve touched the cage). Then, the cage is set up and it touches the glass wall. Soon, the electrical crew turns on the electricity.

Then, “The Greatest Show” hits and out comes Blair Sigma, who has a heavily bruised and bandaged nose. He slowly saunters his way down the ramp, looking at all the fans, some of whom are behind him and others, not so much. He reaches the bottom of the ramp, and looks the cage up and down, realizing just what he’s agreed to. Referee Edgar Brown is holding the cage door open, urging Blair to come inside. After Blair takes it all in, he makes his way into the cage, setting one foot inside. He makes his way towards the ring, grabbing hold of the middle rope, pulling himself onto the apron and stepping between the ropes. He walks over to his corner, stretching out his arms and wasting no time in preparing for the Graham Family’s Cornerstone (as heavily injured as he may be).

“Holding On” hits, and the intro plays. Then, we hear that phrase at the end of the intro…

“THERE GOES THE SUN!!!”

And Solomon Graham bursts through the curtain, with his left arm and torso bandaged up and a black eye. He proceeds down to the ring, clutching his ribs and holding his arm. He reaches the foot of the cage and, much like Sigma, looks up, realizing just what his demented mind hath spawned. Then… he looks into the cage, at Sigma… and he walks through the door, and as it shuts behind him, his head shoots to the left, his eyes turning to see, that he is now locked inside this cage, and there will be… no escape. He walks up to the ring steps, walks up them, wipes his feet on the apron and then steps through the ropes. He dares daggers at Sigma, who stands across the ring from him. And then...

DING DING DING

CHEYENNE - The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is the 3rd stage in the 3 Stages Of Hell match… an ELECTRIC PRISON MATCH!! In this contest, the competitors, the ring and the entire ringside area, are surrounded by a 20 ft. tall electric cage. In this cage, you are trapped until you do one of two things: Pin your opponent for the count of 5, or incapacitate them for a count of 20! If Blair Sigma wins, Solomon Graham must pay him ALL of the money that is owed to him (approx. half a million dollars). HOWEVER… if Solomon Graham wins, he receives entry into the Collar and Elbow Cup!!

The fans go nuts. It’s clear that they’ve been looking forward to this.

CHEYENNE - Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 232 lbs… BLAIR. SIGMAAAA!!!!!

Again, the fans give a very mixed reaction, as Sigma simply looks across at Graham.

CHEYENNE - And his opponent, from Scarborough, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 223 lbs, he is “The Cornerstone of the FWA” and “The Originator”... SOLOMOOOOOOOON GRAAAAHAAM!!!!!

The fans give a mostly positive reaction to Solomon, but his detractors are still present, and VERY loud! Graham simply keeps his gaze on Sigma and not until the referee signals for the match to start, that he even attempts to fight Sigma. Thankfully, Edgar Brown does signal for the match to start, issuing for both men to get this match underway.

Immediately, Graham and Sigma run at each other, trading right hand for right hand, back and forth. Graham would eventually block a punch, push it away and NAIL Sigma with a Headbutt, before continuing to strike with kicks and forearms (from both sides, amazingly!)! Eventually, he grabs Sigma by the head and throws him to the outside, before quickly following.

He rocks him with a few right hands, followed by a single left to the sternum! He then grabs him by the head and SMASHES it off the ring apron, before THROWING him backfirst across the side of the ring! Then, a few more headbutts before getting Sigma propped up against the ringpost.

He draws back, looking for a chop and… HE GETS IT *woo* !!!! He then drwas back again and… HE GETS IT *woo* !!! He draws back one last time, aaaand… He gets i---NO!!!!! Sigma moves out of the way, and Graham’s hand SLAPS the metal post, resulting in Graham selling his right hand, as Sigma shoves him up against the ring post and proceeds to administer a few chops of his own! He then takes the opportunity to pay him back for the Headbutt by delivering one of his own!

Sigma then looks around, seeing what kinds of weapons there are. His eyes dart all around the ringside area, before he comes upon a tin tray. He picks it up, walks back over to Graham and… NO!!! Graham kicks him in the gut, forcing him to drop the damn tray! Graham then proceeds to try and beat the shit out of him some more, but Sigma continuously reverses Graham’s strikes and gets him in the Armbar once again!

He keeps it locked in, trying once and for all to break Graham’s arm or make him give up, but Graham still fights it, maneuvering his way back onto his feet using the side of the ring… but NO!!! Sigma transitions it into a Camel Clutch-type maneuver, obviously trying to work over those ribs! Solomon tries to fight even further, but it seems he’s pushing himself too far as he passes out from the pain Sigma is inflicting upon him. Edgar Brown checks up on Graham, before moving on with the count.

1.

Graham does not move.

2.

Graham still does not move.

3.

Graham STILL does not move.

4.

Suddenly, his hand slowly rises…

5.

He begins slapping the ground, with a force so hard, that everyone around can hear it. He begins slapping it in rhythm.

*SMACK*... *SMACK*... *SMACK*... *SMACK*

Until the fans are clapping with him.

6.

He begins feeding off the energy the fans are giving him, slowly rising to his feet. Sigma lets him rise, but then quickly KNEES him in the chest, and sends him back down to the ground, quickly slapping the Camel Clutch back on! Graham tries so hard to fight out of the hold, tries everything he can, until eventually managing to get to his feet and… he backs up, SLAMMING Sigma back-first into the CAGE, OH!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! SIGMA’S SPAZZING THE FUCK OUT!!!!

Sigma continues to spazz out and Graham waits until he’s done, before going for the cover.

1.

2.

3---NO!!! Sigma kicks out, somehow!

Graham quickly capitalizes, quickly turning Sigma over and locking him in a Crippler Crossface, making sure to put pressure on the bruised nose of Blair Sigma!! He just continues to wrench back, applying more and more pressure, trying to make him pass out the same way he did… AND IT WORKS!!! Sigma tries all he can, but eventually, the pain sets in and Sigma succumbs, passing out! Graham quickly gets to his feet, allowing Edgar Brown to start the count.

1.

Sigma shows no signs of life…

2.

Sigma’s still out.

3.

Sigma slowly starts to stir…

4.

Sigma slowly crawls towards the ring apron, grabbing onto it and using it to start pulling himself to his feet.

5.

Sigma successfully pulls himself back to his feet, and Graham waits for him to do so, obviously wanting to win this match fairly. He runs right at Sigma… BUT NO!!!! Sigma ducks out of the way and… OH MY GOD!!!! BZZZZRRRRRRRTTT!!!!!!! GRAHAM JUST COLLIDED WITH THE DAMN CAGE!!!! HE’S SEIZING, GODDAMMIT!!!! He falls to the ground, still spazzing out, but his head is facing downwards. Once he stops spazzing, we see that Sigma is shook. It seems he didn’t expect that kind of violent reaction from Graham. Edgar Brown has no choice but to start counting.

1.

Graham is out cold.

2.

Graham twitches ever so slightly, but doesn’t show any other signs of life besides that.

3.

The twitching continues, but no life besides that.

4.

The twitching continues, and Sol shows a few more signs of life.

5.

He slowly gets onto his hands and knees, shaking his head numerous times as though he’s trying to shake it off and keep going.

6.

He slowly crawls towards the ring apron.

7.

He grabs hold of it, trying to rise to his feet.

8.

He slowly rises, getting onto his feet, but he’s staggered a little bit.

Sigma’s grabbed a few weapons, such as the tin tray from earlier, and he just begins SMASHING it over Graham’s head while he’s down! He looks under the ring, finding a light tube, before SMASHING it over Sol’s back, the shattered glass scattering everywhere and the white, powder-like gas permeating the air. Graham’s back is now bleeding, and Sigma picks him up… before once again SLAMMING him into the cage! BZZRRRRRTTT!!!!!! GRAHAM SPAZZES OUT AGAIN…. Before collapsing onto the ground! Sigma goes for the pin!

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2.

3.

4
NO!!! Graham somehow manages to get the shoulder up!

Sigma looks frustrated as he grabs Graham by the head, lifts him to his feet and ONCE AGAIN SHOVES him right into the cage!!! BZRRRRRRRT, BZRRRRRRRT!!!!!! Graham once again collapses to the ground, facedown. Sigma DEMANDS that referee Edgar Brown begin counting him out, and Edgar Brown does as such.

1.

Graham really seems to be out of it this time! He could be done here!

2.

Graham still does not answer the call.

3.

Graham STILL does not answer the call.

4.

Graham STILL does not answer.

5.

Graham suddenly begins twitching, and it seems to startle everyone around as they weren’t expecting it. That still, he does not get to his feet.

6.

The twitching intensifies just a little bit, but Graham still does not get to his feet.

7.

The twitching intensifies even more, and this time, Graham’s body turns over and we see that blood is spewing from his mouth and nose, almost STAINING his teeth and skin red! The referee stops counting out of shock and concern… and all of it culminates, when Graham sits up, Myers-style, and we see that his eyes are just… red. Like, broken blood vessel red. He lets out a MASSIVE gasp for air as he sits up. Sigma and Edgar look absolutely terrified at this site, as do most of the fans.

The minute Graham is sitting up, and panting like a mad man, his head slowly turns to face Sigma. The minute he’s got Sigma in his sights, a deranged, red smile forms across his mouth… as he POPS UP onto his feet, much to the surprise of everyone around him, and he sprints after Sigma!

Sigma doesn’t back down, instead opting to try and beat some sense back into Graham. Graham grabs him in a Bear Hug-like hold, but all Sigma does is punch away at him, which seems to have no effect on Graham, as instead, Graham dummies Sigma and THROWS him right into the cage, front facing! BZRRRRT!!!! Sigma then stumbles back… RIGHT INTO A GERMAN FROM GRAHAM!!! He bridges it!!

1.

2.

3.

4.

5---NO!!!! Sigma kicks out!!

Graham can’t believe it. Neither can the people. That man must be tougher than a $2 steak! Graham, now pissed but clearly enjoying his anger, gets Sigma to his feet, before LAYING IN with a MASSIVE right hand that takes Sigma RIGHT off his feet! Graham then does something so absolutely insane: He begins to REMOVE the bandaging (again!!), this time completely removing it (even the bandaging around his torso)!!

He then fashions them into something and… OH MY GOD!!!! HE’S STRANGLING SIGMA!!! HE’S STRANGLING SIGMA WITH THE BANDAGES!!! He holds his knee down on the back of Sigma’s neck… but we catch a bit of a blooper as Graham’s eyes widen and he removes his knee from Sigma’s neck, instead locking him in a chinlock and proceeding to punch the SHIT outta Sigma!

He punches him, over, and over, and over… until eventually, Sigma’s brow is cut open! Graham… goes to LICK Sigma’s blood (don’t do it, you bastard! That’s gross)... but Sigma takes the opportunity to then grab Graham by the head and… OH MY GOD!!! He just drove Graham’s head RIGHT into the ground! Sigma quickly gets to his feet, stating that it’s over, and once again DEMANDING that Edgar Brown make the count, and that he does.

1.

Graham is still folded up on the ground.

2.

Graham’s not moving.

3.

Graham’s seemingly out of it.

4.

Yep. Graham’s out.

5.

This is getting monotonous, just end the damn match… wait… a small child (wait, who brought their kid to this show?!) yells for Graham to get up. Though, it falls on knocked-out ears, as Graham doesn’t even have the strength.

6.

He continues yelling at Graham to get up, again, Graham does not respond.

7.

Eventually, more children join this one (what kind of sadist would bring their kids to an FWA show, honestly?! Nevermind letting them watch this shitshow with them) and begin yelling for Graham to get up.

8.

They make so much of a stink out of it, that eventually, even some adults get in on it.

9.

Eventually, the entire fair ground full of fans is in an uproar, trying to get Graham to wake up.

10.

Sigma’s got a smug look on his face. He thinks he’s got this won, but the fans don’t give up on Graham and eventually, they start clapping in rhythm again, much like they did earlier.

11.

Sigma pulls out his Zippo lighter, and a cigarette, and leans up against the ring apron, before putting the cigarette in his mouth, lighting it up and taking a drag. Graham, meanwhile, begins to stir…

12.

The fans go crazy loud, as Graham slowly gets to his hands and knees. He looks up at the children who started it, and it seems that Graham is back to normal as his eyes are no longer as red as they were. He smiles at the children as he slowly rises to his feet. Sigma looks over, and takes notice of Graham getting to his feet. His smug look changes to one, of surprise. He thought it was over.

Finally, Graham gets back to his feet and the fans pop big time. He slowly turns around to meet Sigma one more time. Sigma, now furious, takes the cigarette from his mouth and goes to burn Graham with it… but NO!!! Graham grabs Sigma’s arm, snatches the cigarette away and… HE PUTS IT OUT ON SIGMA’S ARM!!!! He then takes the opportunity to FINALLY take this match back into the ring, where Edgar Brown follows them. Graham removes the cigarette from Sigma’s arm, throwing it out onto the grass, before lifting Sigma up, obviously looking to end the match with the Piledriver… but NO!!! Sigma fights it and… BACK GODDAMN BODY DROP!!!!!!

Both men are down, and clearly exhausted. Edgar Brown checks on both men once again, before proceeding with the count.

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2…

3…

4…

5…

6…

7…

8…

9…

Finally, Graham and Sigma show signs of life, as both men start crawling towards the ropes.

10...

Both men are now trying to get to their feet. In all the chaos, the fans start booing, and with good reason… here comes ALPHA! ALPHA runs down the ramp and upon reaching the steel structure, he touches it, receiving a nasty SHOCK in the process, meanwhile the referee continues the count.

11...

ALPHA backs up a little bit, angrily looking into the cage… at Sol’s lifeless body. He’d found a way to keep The Alpha Predator from giving Sigma the receipt. He must be some kind of genius! However, he does not let that hold him back, as he then RAMS his shoulder into the cage door… to find that the cage door DOESN’T burst open! He tries again, and again, but he can’t seem to break it open! It seems that this door is extremely strong, or at least sealed super tight-shut. ALPHA then looks up… it seems he has no choice but to do what he’s about to do… he grabs onto the cage and toughs his way through the electrocution, scaling the 20 ft. cage, slowly… OH SO slowly!

12...

Meanwhile, Solomon and Blair are getting up, using the ropes to help slowly get to their feet.

13...

ALPHA eventually reaches the top of the cage, climbing over to the other side, climbing down rather quickly until he’s about 3 ft. off the ground, before dropping down to the ground. He seems a bit more… shaken, than he’d usually be.

Sol and Sigma are now both leaning on the top rope for stability, and Sol notices that ALPHA has entered the cage. The look on Graham’s face twists into one of anger and disgust. Did ALPHA SERIOUSLY just SCALE AN ELECTRIC CAGE!?!? He notices that the cage door looks like he tried to burst through it, but it was of no avail. ALPHA gets into the ring (pretty gingerly, you might say) and he goes straight for Sigma, STRIKING him back down… before looking over at Graham… and STRIKING him down too!!

He then yells down at him that “YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!!” before looking at Sigma and stating that “The receipt… has been given!!” before exiting the ring and BURSTING through the door, not even bothering to close it as he stomps his way back up the ramp. Edgar Brown then begins to count, seeing no other option and refusing to throw this match out (presumably, as per Solomon’s orders).

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19…

Edgar hesitates. It’s clear he doesn’t want to end the match this way… but both men are still down and seemingly out. He doesn’t have another choice.

…...20…

DING DING DING

Edgar then does his best to help both Solomon AND Sigma to their feet. He informs Solomon of what happened… and Sol grabs him by the shirt, DEMANDING that he restart the match! Edgar Brown protests, stating that his decision should be final, and Graham responds by stating...

“...that’s fine… but this match needs a definitive winner, dammit!!! I’m not gonna let some brute with a grudge… RUIN… this GODDAMN MATCH!!! RING THE DAMN BELL!!!!”

Edgar Brown seems hesitant once again… but he does restart the match!

DING DING DING

Graham gets to his feet and tries to go for Sigma… but NO!!! Sigma KNEES him right in the gut with whatever more strength he can muster… before quickly getting him into the Abdominal Position, before lifting him into the Bitter End aaaand… YES!!! HE GETS IT!! He goes for the pin!!!

1.

2.

3.

4.

5!!!

DING DING DING

CHEYENNE - Here is your winner, by pinfall, BLAIR. SIGMA!!!!

Sigma raises both of his hands into the air. He’s done it. After three stages of hell, he was victorious! He gets to his feet, though he is clearly feeling the effects of the three stages (how could he not? His damn nose is broken), before looking down at Solomon and stating that “I expect my payment by no later than Monday, do you understand me?! Otherwise, I’m gonna come to collect! Now, if you’ll excuse me… I gotta go prepare to fuck up an ALPHA.” He says before exiting the ring, very gingerly, and heading up the ramp and to the back.

SIGMA: 2
GRAHAM: 1

Then, out come some assistance for Solomon in the form of Lincoln Alexander, Selena Firehouse and Eddie Evans. They all get into the ring. (Lincoln first, sliding in under the bottom rope, Selena and Eddie second as they both hop onto the ring apron and wipe their feet before stepping into the ring). Linc puts Sol’s left arm over his shoulder, with Sol selling the pain he’s in. Linc remembers that Solomon is injured and goes more light on him. Eddie grabs Sol’s right arm and throws it over his shoulder. The two men then help Sol get out of the ring and Selena, obviously concerned for her husband's well-being, asks him if he’s okay and if he can feel anything. Sol responds that he’ll be okay, all he needs is some rest and he’ll be fully recharged. They make it all the way to the stage, before turning around to face the audience and the ring one last time as the show comes to a close...