J-ROK Vs. FWA: Japan Vs. Canada WW3 Super Showdown! RESULTS
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J-ROK Vs. FWA: Japan Vs. Canada WW3 Super Showdown!
At Lahaina Civic Center In Lahaina, Hawaii, USA
August 23rd, 2020
Attendance: 2,400 Max
At Lahaina Civic Center In Lahaina, Hawaii, USA
August 23rd, 2020
Attendance: 2,400 Max
The iconic wavy guitars begins as we see distorted footage of people running and nuclear explosions with high impact wrestling moves spliced in between.
Reflex in the sky
Warn you you're gonna die
We see footage of wrestlers hitting their respective finishers and soldiers shooting guns.
Storm coming, you better hide
From the atomic tide
Flashes in the sky
Turns houses into sties
Turns people into clay
Radiation, minds decay
We see atomic bombs drop off and buildings and people being destroyed and obliterated.
Robot minds of robot slaves
Lead them to atomic graves
We see mass graves and people lined up walking off conveyor belts into flaming pits of despair. We see clips of FWA and J-ROK intertwined between clips.
Plastic flowers, melting sun
Fading moon falls upon
A hellish inferno of mass destruction shows as pinwheels blow and melt and we see stars like Dos Angeles and Devastation.
Dying world of radiation
Victims of mad frustration
Burning globe of obscene fire
Like electric funeral pyre
vivid colors explode on the screen as things decay and dissolve into madness. men and women screaming, children crying. Armies marching. Mass graves of bodies flash and flames reach to the heavens. the J-ROK and FWA logos flash as the words World War Three slowly appear.
Buildings crashing down
To earth's cracking ground
Rivers turn to wood
Ice melt into blood
Anarchy reigns supreme as we see chaos ensue and more stars such as Dylan Black, Solomon Graham, ALPHA and others appear.
Earth lies in deathbed
Clouds cry for the dead
Terrifying rain
Is a burning pain
Clips of deathmatches can be see from J-ROK and clips from hardcore matches from FWA can be seen. People pouring blood and clips of rain pouring down.
(Electric Funeral)
(Electric Funeral)
(Electric Funeral)
(Electric Funeral)
Electric based matches are shown from both promotions and so are clips of brutal moments of matches involving the likes of Nausicaa Suzuki, Ava Cannon, and Ian Dempsey. Clips of J-ROK stars invading FWA shows prior and vice versa are seen as well.
And so, in the sky
Shines the electric eye
Clips of STRiFE, Selena Firehouse, Fukushima Zombie, and Duncan Aries are seen now.
Supernatural king
A floating crown in a river of blood is seen briefly. Many other self proclaimed kings are flashed before our eyes, and as quick as their reigns were in real life, so were they on our screens.
Takes Earth under his wing
Heaven's golden chorus sings
Hell's angels flap their wings
More violence and stars are shown as highlights of the past few months leading up to the event are shown. Canadian flags and Japanese flags are shown burning as hellish boned wings set aflame to everything their fiery wind blows upon.
Evil souls fall to Hell
Ever trapped in burning cells
Hardly nothing can be seen or heard as the audio is heavily distorted and the video is as well. The XHF Network logo can be seen peeling behind the skin of a mans face. We zoom into their eyes as we see a final explosion and the J-ROK/FWA Xtraction name and logo appear.
Narrator: "Tonight Two companies go to war. Tonight we see mass destruction and pure chaos as the best wrestlers in the world battle it out in Hawaii."
Narrator: "Championships on the line, egos at stake. The pride of nations..."
Narrator: "This is FWA... This is J-ROK... This is Xtraction... This is Wrestling... This is..."
Narrator: "World War Three, and welcome to the Electric Funeral.
Reflex in the sky
Warn you you're gonna die
We see footage of wrestlers hitting their respective finishers and soldiers shooting guns.
Storm coming, you better hide
From the atomic tide
Flashes in the sky
Turns houses into sties
Turns people into clay
Radiation, minds decay
We see atomic bombs drop off and buildings and people being destroyed and obliterated.
Robot minds of robot slaves
Lead them to atomic graves
We see mass graves and people lined up walking off conveyor belts into flaming pits of despair. We see clips of FWA and J-ROK intertwined between clips.
Plastic flowers, melting sun
Fading moon falls upon
A hellish inferno of mass destruction shows as pinwheels blow and melt and we see stars like Dos Angeles and Devastation.
Dying world of radiation
Victims of mad frustration
Burning globe of obscene fire
Like electric funeral pyre
vivid colors explode on the screen as things decay and dissolve into madness. men and women screaming, children crying. Armies marching. Mass graves of bodies flash and flames reach to the heavens. the J-ROK and FWA logos flash as the words World War Three slowly appear.
Buildings crashing down
To earth's cracking ground
Rivers turn to wood
Ice melt into blood
Anarchy reigns supreme as we see chaos ensue and more stars such as Dylan Black, Solomon Graham, ALPHA and others appear.
Earth lies in deathbed
Clouds cry for the dead
Terrifying rain
Is a burning pain
Clips of deathmatches can be see from J-ROK and clips from hardcore matches from FWA can be seen. People pouring blood and clips of rain pouring down.
(Electric Funeral)
(Electric Funeral)
(Electric Funeral)
(Electric Funeral)
Electric based matches are shown from both promotions and so are clips of brutal moments of matches involving the likes of Nausicaa Suzuki, Ava Cannon, and Ian Dempsey. Clips of J-ROK stars invading FWA shows prior and vice versa are seen as well.
And so, in the sky
Shines the electric eye
Clips of STRiFE, Selena Firehouse, Fukushima Zombie, and Duncan Aries are seen now.
Supernatural king
A floating crown in a river of blood is seen briefly. Many other self proclaimed kings are flashed before our eyes, and as quick as their reigns were in real life, so were they on our screens.
Takes Earth under his wing
Heaven's golden chorus sings
Hell's angels flap their wings
More violence and stars are shown as highlights of the past few months leading up to the event are shown. Canadian flags and Japanese flags are shown burning as hellish boned wings set aflame to everything their fiery wind blows upon.
Evil souls fall to Hell
Ever trapped in burning cells
Hardly nothing can be seen or heard as the audio is heavily distorted and the video is as well. The XHF Network logo can be seen peeling behind the skin of a mans face. We zoom into their eyes as we see a final explosion and the J-ROK/FWA Xtraction name and logo appear.
Narrator: "Tonight Two companies go to war. Tonight we see mass destruction and pure chaos as the best wrestlers in the world battle it out in Hawaii."
Narrator: "Championships on the line, egos at stake. The pride of nations..."
Narrator: "This is FWA... This is J-ROK... This is Xtraction... This is Wrestling... This is..."
Narrator: "World War Three, and welcome to the Electric Funeral.
Match One: J-ROK Doom Metal Championship Match; 5 Way Cluster Fuck Match; 30 Minute Time Limit
Weeaboo Jones Vs. Ognom Vs. Zach the killer Vs. Ed Justice Vs. Tom the butcher
Weeaboo Jones Vs. Ognom Vs. Zach the killer Vs. Ed Justice Vs. Tom the butcher
Psycho KGB: “(We got a very interesting match to kick us off tonight folks. The Doom Metal Championship will be contested in a five way match! The first one who gets pinned will be the winne… er loser and new champion.)”
MUSHI: “(For those unfamiliar the J-ROK Doom Metal Championship is different from any in pro wrestling past, present or future. The loser of the match becomes the champion and the champion keeps the belt till they finally win.)”
Fumio Daemura: “(This match is set for one fall and the first person to be pinned or submitted will become the new J-ROK Doom Metal Champion! Introducing the competitors in this match; Weeaboo Jones, Zach the killer, Ed Justice, Tom the builder and the champion himself, Ognom!)”
The bell rings and this clusterfuck of a match is on it’s way. Zach gets to work like the future legend he is laying in strong strikes to Ed Justice. Tom and Ognom start working against each other and Weeaboo Jones sorta just stays in the corner under the ropes. Hoping he can last another day to watch another hentai.
Everyone is doing big wild moves to everyone else, trying to get a pin or submission on one another. Early on it’s very evident no one is working to just get the belt on someone so they can all go home. You’d think with a belt like this they’d quit booking so many people in one match and those people would just pick the weakest guy in the match and dog pile him.
Weird they must of heard what was said or thought it at this moment, because they all started dog piling one another over and over again. It turned into a match of lets get this over with compared to an actual contest of strength and skills. They would all pile up on Weeaboo Jones by the end of everything and get the three count ending the match.
Fumio Daemura: “(Your winner of this match and NEW J-ROK Doom Metal Champion… Weeaboo Jones!)”
Psycho KGB: “(Is he…)”
MUSHI: “(...celebrating?)”
Match Two: Singles Match; 30 Minute Time Limit
Lee Stevens Vs. Lorcan McGregor
Lee Stevens Vs. Lorcan McGregor
The arena 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. Twin white spotlights flash into life and begin scanning around the arena in a seemingly random pattern, illuminating parts of the ring, the entranceway, the commentary desk and the audience as the riff of the song continues to build, then slowly come together in the middle of the aisle and slowly pan up towards the ramp spotlighting "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.
Fumio Daemura: "(Introducing, Currently residing in Osaka, Japan, 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 houselights fading back up as he does so. Lee hops off the ropes, and walks to the hard camera before stretching his arms out, fingers waving, before striking a hard bicep pose, then snapping his hand down, pointing to his abs. He finishes his pose then turns to await his opponent.
Psycho KGB: "(I thought this was a Jrok versus FWA card?)"
MUSHI: "(It is.)"
PsychoKGB: "(Lee Stevens in NPW now! Why is he even here?)"
MUSHI: "(He was FWA when this card was set up so it still counts.)"
PsychoKGB: "(Fine.)"
Fumio Daemura: "(And his opponent...from Limerick, Ireland and weighing in at 184 pounds...Lorcan McGregor!)"
"Heart Attack" by SCARLXRD begins and the fans already begin booing as Lorcan McGregor walks out from the back.
He glares around the arena before heading straight down to the ring. He rolls into the ring and immediately flips Lee Stevens off with both hands. Lee just shakes his head, keeping his gaze locked on Lorcan.
PsychoKGB: "(The Top Gaijin wastes no time being offensive.)"
MUSHI: "(Of course not. He has to be the top gaijin, you know. Gaijin are offensive.)"
PsychoKGB: "(Of course.)"
Lorcan McGregor launches into an offensive with fists aflyin'. He stuns Lee and throws him into the ropes and hits a running knife edge chop that stops Lee in his tracks. He hits several more knife edge chops, drawing a "Woo!" from the crowd with each one.
He gets Lee into a suplex position and brings him down with a brainbuster! Lorcan goes for the pinfall!
One
Tw-Lee kicks out!
Lorcan jumps to his feet, watches as Lee stands up, and jumps into the air to hit an overhead kick. Lee steps out of the way! As Lorcan hits the mat, Lee launches into a series of kicks. Right kick to the leg, left kick to the leg, right body kick, left body kick, and finishes off with a high right kick to the temple! Lee follows this up with a Yokosuka cutter! He goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thr-Lorcan kicks out!
PsychoKGB: "(Furious back and forth action! I love it!)"
MUSHI: "(Lee nearly winning it there!)"
Lee gets Lorcan to his feet and applies an arm-trap sto! The ref checks to see if Lorcan will submit, but he refuses.
Lee holds the move for a few minutes before breaking the hold. He goes to the top rope, puts his arms into the air, and soars through the air for a deep tuck frog splash! Lorcan gets a foot in the air, catching Lee in the side of the head!
Lorcan gets Lee up to his feet. He slaps Lee with a middle fingered punch to the face before hitting a lifting inverted DDT! Lorcan watches as Lee starts to get up and hits a penalty kick! He goes for the cover!
One
Two
Thr-Lee kicks out!
MUSHI: "(Not enough to put him away!)"
PsychoKGB: "(Lorcan needs to pull out the big moves for the win!)"
Lorcan gets Lee up and goes for a cradle hammerlock ddt, but Lee hits a backdrop! Lorcan quickly gets back up, but hits a piggy back stunner!
Lee gets Lorcan up and hits an inverted GTS!
With Lorcan on the ground, Lee goes to the top rope. He leaps through the air and hits a deep tuck frog splash! He goes for the cover!
One
Two
Three!
Fumio Daemura: "(Winner of the match via pinfall...Lee Stevens!)"
Fumio Daemura: "(Introducing, Currently residing in Osaka, Japan, 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 houselights fading back up as he does so. Lee hops off the ropes, and walks to the hard camera before stretching his arms out, fingers waving, before striking a hard bicep pose, then snapping his hand down, pointing to his abs. He finishes his pose then turns to await his opponent.
Psycho KGB: "(I thought this was a Jrok versus FWA card?)"
MUSHI: "(It is.)"
PsychoKGB: "(Lee Stevens in NPW now! Why is he even here?)"
MUSHI: "(He was FWA when this card was set up so it still counts.)"
PsychoKGB: "(Fine.)"
Fumio Daemura: "(And his opponent...from Limerick, Ireland and weighing in at 184 pounds...Lorcan McGregor!)"
"Heart Attack" by SCARLXRD begins and the fans already begin booing as Lorcan McGregor walks out from the back.
He glares around the arena before heading straight down to the ring. He rolls into the ring and immediately flips Lee Stevens off with both hands. Lee just shakes his head, keeping his gaze locked on Lorcan.
PsychoKGB: "(The Top Gaijin wastes no time being offensive.)"
MUSHI: "(Of course not. He has to be the top gaijin, you know. Gaijin are offensive.)"
PsychoKGB: "(Of course.)"
Lorcan McGregor launches into an offensive with fists aflyin'. He stuns Lee and throws him into the ropes and hits a running knife edge chop that stops Lee in his tracks. He hits several more knife edge chops, drawing a "Woo!" from the crowd with each one.
He gets Lee into a suplex position and brings him down with a brainbuster! Lorcan goes for the pinfall!
One
Tw-Lee kicks out!
Lorcan jumps to his feet, watches as Lee stands up, and jumps into the air to hit an overhead kick. Lee steps out of the way! As Lorcan hits the mat, Lee launches into a series of kicks. Right kick to the leg, left kick to the leg, right body kick, left body kick, and finishes off with a high right kick to the temple! Lee follows this up with a Yokosuka cutter! He goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thr-Lorcan kicks out!
PsychoKGB: "(Furious back and forth action! I love it!)"
MUSHI: "(Lee nearly winning it there!)"
Lee gets Lorcan to his feet and applies an arm-trap sto! The ref checks to see if Lorcan will submit, but he refuses.
Lee holds the move for a few minutes before breaking the hold. He goes to the top rope, puts his arms into the air, and soars through the air for a deep tuck frog splash! Lorcan gets a foot in the air, catching Lee in the side of the head!
Lorcan gets Lee up to his feet. He slaps Lee with a middle fingered punch to the face before hitting a lifting inverted DDT! Lorcan watches as Lee starts to get up and hits a penalty kick! He goes for the cover!
One
Two
Thr-Lee kicks out!
MUSHI: "(Not enough to put him away!)"
PsychoKGB: "(Lorcan needs to pull out the big moves for the win!)"
Lorcan gets Lee up and goes for a cradle hammerlock ddt, but Lee hits a backdrop! Lorcan quickly gets back up, but hits a piggy back stunner!
Lee gets Lorcan up and hits an inverted GTS!
With Lorcan on the ground, Lee goes to the top rope. He leaps through the air and hits a deep tuck frog splash! He goes for the cover!
One
Two
Three!
Fumio Daemura: "(Winner of the match via pinfall...Lee Stevens!)"
Match Three: Singles Match; 30 Minute Time Limit
Ashlee LeCroix Vs. Nausicaa Suzuki
Ashlee LeCroix Vs. Nausicaa Suzuki
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit! Introducing first, from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 112 lbs, she is the current SHW Heritage champion… “The Technical Virgin” Ashlee LeCroix!!!!
"Like A Prayer" by H2:O begins as Ashlee LeCroix comes out first dressed like a nun she is holding her hands in a prayer like motion as the music slows down the lights go out and only leaves a spotlight on Ashlee. The light turns pink as the nun robe is ripped away, revealing the SHW Heritage championship around her waist, and she skips to the ring, stopping to tease a handsome looking fan, only to turn him down and say she is to remain Pure. Which gets the male fans to start booing but they quickly change their minds as she sets one leg on the apron and then she lifts her other leg up and does the splits as she slides under the bottom rope with her nearly bottomless rear is exposed for all to see which incites cheers from the men and boos from the ladies.
Late Night: The SHW Heritage champion, Ashlee LeCroix: A veteran of the game and someone who’s gonna kick ass and represent FWA like the champion she is!!
Willis: Now hold on just a second, Late Night! No doubt, Ashlee is a skilled wrestler, and no doubt that he’s been in the game longer than her opponent tonight has, but just consider who she’s up against: It’s Nausicaa Suzuki, and she’s got SKY Force by her side!
Late Night: HA! Ashlee’ll superkick the shit outta Nausicaa (and her little dog, Chuckie, too!) and send ‘em both packing to Japan!
Willis: Charles is a cat, Late Night. And Nausicaa is incredibly crafty. I'd not sell her short if I were you.
Late Night: Crafty, Schmafty!! We should be cheering on our own talents, not the crapfest's!
Willis: We should be impartial and call it down the middle!
Late Night: PFFFT HA HA HA HA HA!!!! “Call it down the middle”, d’you hear yourself?! You sound like a babyfaced jackass!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And her opponent, from Yokohama, Japan, weighing in at 122 lbs, she is the leader of SKY Force...Nausicaa Suzuki!!!
“Tsuki to Hanataba” by Sayuri begins playing as Nausicaa Suzuki walks out from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd. She raises her hands into the air and brings them down timed with a series of rose colored fireworks going off around the stage to frame her in rose colored light!
Once those die down, she makes her way down to the ring, slipping under the bottom rope, and popping up to glare at Ashlee LaCroix. She takes two fingers, points at her eyes, and then points at Ashlee. She repeats this few times so that the message becomes clear that Nausicaa is watching Ashlee.
Late Night: You think that Ashlee gets the point or should Nausicaa do that a few more times?
Willis: She gets it.
As the match begins with the ringing of the bell, Nausicaa runs across the ring. She slides underneath a superkick attempt and rolls Ashlee up for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thre-Ashlee kicks out!
Willis: Suzuki very nearly with an ambush win right there!
Late Night: That would’ve been the weakest in squash in wrestling history.
Willis: Ashlee made the attempt for a finishing move right off the bat too!
Late Night: Of course she did! It was the GODDAMN VETERAN INSTINCT, there!
Both wrestlers quickly get to their feet with Ashlee shoving Nausicaa backwards to create some space. She then takes a few forearm shots before hitting a drop kick that sends Nausicaa to the mat!
Nausicaa Suzuki gets back to her feet, only to be taken back down with a crescent kick. She goes for a standing moonsault, but Nausicaa rolls out of the way for Ashlee to hit nothing but mat!
Nausicaa grabs at Ashlee before she can get up, hitting a knee breaker. She grabs the leg and hits a spinning toe hold, dropping an elbow to the side of the knee.
Willis: Nausicaa making inroads in, trying to win this match. If Ashlee can't stand, it will be hard for her to win the match!
Late Night: Just whose side are you on, Jimmy?!
Willis: I'm on the side of the fans. I do play by play, remember?
Late Night: Right. The “play by play”. *snorts, snickers*... Gimmick...
Nausicaa grabs Ashlee by the legs and starts going for the figure four leglock, but Ashlee gets a foot up and kicks Nausicaa away.
Ashlee gets to her feet, grabs Nausicaa, and hits a snap suplex! She stands up and waits for Nausicaa to get up and goes for a superkick! Nausicca side steps the kick, grabs Ashlee by the ankle, and drops an elbow to the side of Ashlee's knee!
Late Night: WHAT A MANEUVER!!!!
Willis: Nausicaa making sure that Ashlee can't go for that superkick.
Late Night: Why didn’t she go for the other knee then?! She’s a moron!!
Willis: Y’know, you’ve got a point there. Not that Nausicaa’s a moron, but she’s making a boneheaded move, not going for the right knee.
Nausicaa stands by Ashlee and drops an elbow. Ashlee rolls out of the way. Ashlee gets up, limps over, and helps Nausicaa to her feet. She whips Nausicaa into the corner, where Ashlee does a fast limp into a bronco buster! She does a backward somersault to her feet, waiting for Nausicaa to get back to her feet. She hits a superkick that bounces Nausicaa back into the corner and to the mat.
Willis: VIRTUOUS SOLE!!!!
Late Night: WE GOT ONE!!! WE GOT ONE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!
Ashlee rolls Nausicaa over and goes for the pinfall.
One
Two
Three!
Willis: Looks like even with that knee damaged, she managed to NAIL that Virtuous Sole and secure the win!
Late Night: FOR CHRIST!!!!!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The winner of the match via pinfall...Ashlee LeCroix!
Ashlee LeCroix grabs her title and celebrates her win in the ring while Nausicaa Suzuki slinks to the back. But then…
Out comes the newest addition to the IWA: Scarborough Heritage Wrestling roster, “The Game Master” Jake Travis, in his street clothes. He has a mic in his right hand and he walks down to the ring. Upon reaching the ring, he hops up onto the ring apron, wipes his feet and then steps between the ropes. He looks across to Ashlee, who has flopped the Heritage title belt over her shoulder and looks somewhat cross, almost like she wants to know what Travis is doing out here. Luckily, we don’t have to wait very long to get an answer.
:::”THE GAME MASTER” JAKE TRAVIS:::
Fuhst of all, Ashlee, congrats on winnin’ yuh match tonight an’ bringin’ it ‘ome for FWA!
Big pop from the FWA portions of the crowd. After a good few seconds of them cheering, Jake manages to calm them down.
:::”THE GAME MASTER” JAKE TRAVIS:::
Now, with that out of the way, no moah beatin’ around the boosh! Aye flew out ‘ere to Hawaii, all the way from Toronto, to issue yew a challenge… fuh that championship! Once Aye defeat Jagguh James and send ‘im cryin’ back to Detroit, Aye want to be the next person in line for a shot at that championship! Whaddya say, Ash’?
Jake extends his right hand for a handshake. Ashlee looks at the extended hand, before looking to the fans. They’re all chanting “Shake His Hand! Shake His Hand!”. Ashlee then looks back at Jake… before stating that she’s never one to turn down a challenger, before shaking his hand. She then states that once he’s done his business with Jagger James, and once she’s defeated that filthy rapscallion, Ian Dempsey to retain her championship, Jake Travis will be the next wrestler in line for a shot at the Heritage championship! Ashlee then exits the ring, and once she’s gone to the back, Jake shortly follows suit, slapping the hands of a few fans on the way out.
______________________________________________________________
The camera cuts to the backstage area, specifically, the Gorilla position, where Jake Travis sits, deep in thought. Presumably, he’s waiting for Solomon Graham to come by so he can discuss other, more pressing matters. But instead of Sol, he’s met with…
“Just what the fuck do you think you're doing, Jake?!?”
Jake looks up, his train of thought disrupted… to see Ian Dempsey, flanked closely by Leon Kage and Paralysis. He approaches Jake and gets in his space.
:::”THE GAME MASTER” JAKE TRAVIS:::
Huh… didn’t expect to ‘ave to deal with an arse’ole today, mooch less three of ‘em. Wot’s eat’n’ yeh, Gilbuht Grape?
:::”THE FRANCHISE” IAN DEMPSEY:::
Yeah, you think you’re funny, dontcha?! Pal, I’m gonna give you one chance to step away from the Heritage title scene, MY… Heritage title scene!
:::”THE GAME MASTER” JAKE TRAVIS:::
Aye see...
Jake places a single finger to his left ear. It's clear he's being sardonic.
:::”THE GAME MASTER” JAKE TRAVIS:::
Ya min’ tellin’ me why yew’d do sooch a thing?
:::”THE FRANCHISE” IAN DEMPSEY:::
Listen…
Paralysis then grabs the hand of Jake Travis and yanks him to his feet, so he can meet the eyes of Ian Dempsey.
:::”THE FRANCHISE” IAN DEMPSEY:::
I’m doing this because of our history. I’m doing this, because I don’t want you to forfeit your career… over a championship that rightfully belongs to me, and a championship that I will do anything… to win and keep.
At this point, Kage squares up to Jake and grabs his other arm, all the while Ian smiles.
:::”THE FRANCHISE” IAN DEMPSEY:::
Just bare in mind, if you continue down that path, you won’t have to deal with Ashlee… you will have to deal with me… and these two!
:::”THE GAME MASTER” JAKE TRAVIS:::
Yew think these two intimidate me, Ian? Aye don’t caeh who Aye ‘ave to face, whether it’s yew or it’s Ashlee… Aye am going to win that belt! And Aye’m going to bea’ ‘ooever ‘as it, in oahduh to do so!
:::”THE FRANCHISE” IAN DEMPSEY:::
HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! As you wish… but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Kage! Paralysis! COME!!!
Paralysis and Kage let go, and follow Ian out of the Gorilla position. At that point, Jake sits back down, going back into his deep thinking.
The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit! Introducing first, from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 112 lbs, she is the current SHW Heritage champion… “The Technical Virgin” Ashlee LeCroix!!!!
"Like A Prayer" by H2:O begins as Ashlee LeCroix comes out first dressed like a nun she is holding her hands in a prayer like motion as the music slows down the lights go out and only leaves a spotlight on Ashlee. The light turns pink as the nun robe is ripped away, revealing the SHW Heritage championship around her waist, and she skips to the ring, stopping to tease a handsome looking fan, only to turn him down and say she is to remain Pure. Which gets the male fans to start booing but they quickly change their minds as she sets one leg on the apron and then she lifts her other leg up and does the splits as she slides under the bottom rope with her nearly bottomless rear is exposed for all to see which incites cheers from the men and boos from the ladies.
Late Night: The SHW Heritage champion, Ashlee LeCroix: A veteran of the game and someone who’s gonna kick ass and represent FWA like the champion she is!!
Willis: Now hold on just a second, Late Night! No doubt, Ashlee is a skilled wrestler, and no doubt that he’s been in the game longer than her opponent tonight has, but just consider who she’s up against: It’s Nausicaa Suzuki, and she’s got SKY Force by her side!
Late Night: HA! Ashlee’ll superkick the shit outta Nausicaa (and her little dog, Chuckie, too!) and send ‘em both packing to Japan!
Willis: Charles is a cat, Late Night. And Nausicaa is incredibly crafty. I'd not sell her short if I were you.
Late Night: Crafty, Schmafty!! We should be cheering on our own talents, not the crapfest's!
Willis: We should be impartial and call it down the middle!
Late Night: PFFFT HA HA HA HA HA!!!! “Call it down the middle”, d’you hear yourself?! You sound like a babyfaced jackass!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And her opponent, from Yokohama, Japan, weighing in at 122 lbs, she is the leader of SKY Force...Nausicaa Suzuki!!!
“Tsuki to Hanataba” by Sayuri begins playing as Nausicaa Suzuki walks out from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd. She raises her hands into the air and brings them down timed with a series of rose colored fireworks going off around the stage to frame her in rose colored light!
Once those die down, she makes her way down to the ring, slipping under the bottom rope, and popping up to glare at Ashlee LaCroix. She takes two fingers, points at her eyes, and then points at Ashlee. She repeats this few times so that the message becomes clear that Nausicaa is watching Ashlee.
Late Night: You think that Ashlee gets the point or should Nausicaa do that a few more times?
Willis: She gets it.
As the match begins with the ringing of the bell, Nausicaa runs across the ring. She slides underneath a superkick attempt and rolls Ashlee up for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thre-Ashlee kicks out!
Willis: Suzuki very nearly with an ambush win right there!
Late Night: That would’ve been the weakest in squash in wrestling history.
Willis: Ashlee made the attempt for a finishing move right off the bat too!
Late Night: Of course she did! It was the GODDAMN VETERAN INSTINCT, there!
Both wrestlers quickly get to their feet with Ashlee shoving Nausicaa backwards to create some space. She then takes a few forearm shots before hitting a drop kick that sends Nausicaa to the mat!
Nausicaa Suzuki gets back to her feet, only to be taken back down with a crescent kick. She goes for a standing moonsault, but Nausicaa rolls out of the way for Ashlee to hit nothing but mat!
Nausicaa grabs at Ashlee before she can get up, hitting a knee breaker. She grabs the leg and hits a spinning toe hold, dropping an elbow to the side of the knee.
Willis: Nausicaa making inroads in, trying to win this match. If Ashlee can't stand, it will be hard for her to win the match!
Late Night: Just whose side are you on, Jimmy?!
Willis: I'm on the side of the fans. I do play by play, remember?
Late Night: Right. The “play by play”. *snorts, snickers*... Gimmick...
Nausicaa grabs Ashlee by the legs and starts going for the figure four leglock, but Ashlee gets a foot up and kicks Nausicaa away.
Ashlee gets to her feet, grabs Nausicaa, and hits a snap suplex! She stands up and waits for Nausicaa to get up and goes for a superkick! Nausicca side steps the kick, grabs Ashlee by the ankle, and drops an elbow to the side of Ashlee's knee!
Late Night: WHAT A MANEUVER!!!!
Willis: Nausicaa making sure that Ashlee can't go for that superkick.
Late Night: Why didn’t she go for the other knee then?! She’s a moron!!
Willis: Y’know, you’ve got a point there. Not that Nausicaa’s a moron, but she’s making a boneheaded move, not going for the right knee.
Nausicaa stands by Ashlee and drops an elbow. Ashlee rolls out of the way. Ashlee gets up, limps over, and helps Nausicaa to her feet. She whips Nausicaa into the corner, where Ashlee does a fast limp into a bronco buster! She does a backward somersault to her feet, waiting for Nausicaa to get back to her feet. She hits a superkick that bounces Nausicaa back into the corner and to the mat.
Willis: VIRTUOUS SOLE!!!!
Late Night: WE GOT ONE!!! WE GOT ONE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!
Ashlee rolls Nausicaa over and goes for the pinfall.
One
Two
Three!
Willis: Looks like even with that knee damaged, she managed to NAIL that Virtuous Sole and secure the win!
Late Night: FOR CHRIST!!!!!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The winner of the match via pinfall...Ashlee LeCroix!
Ashlee LeCroix grabs her title and celebrates her win in the ring while Nausicaa Suzuki slinks to the back. But then…
Out comes the newest addition to the IWA: Scarborough Heritage Wrestling roster, “The Game Master” Jake Travis, in his street clothes. He has a mic in his right hand and he walks down to the ring. Upon reaching the ring, he hops up onto the ring apron, wipes his feet and then steps between the ropes. He looks across to Ashlee, who has flopped the Heritage title belt over her shoulder and looks somewhat cross, almost like she wants to know what Travis is doing out here. Luckily, we don’t have to wait very long to get an answer.
:::”THE GAME MASTER” JAKE TRAVIS:::
Fuhst of all, Ashlee, congrats on winnin’ yuh match tonight an’ bringin’ it ‘ome for FWA!
Big pop from the FWA portions of the crowd. After a good few seconds of them cheering, Jake manages to calm them down.
:::”THE GAME MASTER” JAKE TRAVIS:::
Now, with that out of the way, no moah beatin’ around the boosh! Aye flew out ‘ere to Hawaii, all the way from Toronto, to issue yew a challenge… fuh that championship! Once Aye defeat Jagguh James and send ‘im cryin’ back to Detroit, Aye want to be the next person in line for a shot at that championship! Whaddya say, Ash’?
Jake extends his right hand for a handshake. Ashlee looks at the extended hand, before looking to the fans. They’re all chanting “Shake His Hand! Shake His Hand!”. Ashlee then looks back at Jake… before stating that she’s never one to turn down a challenger, before shaking his hand. She then states that once he’s done his business with Jagger James, and once she’s defeated that filthy rapscallion, Ian Dempsey to retain her championship, Jake Travis will be the next wrestler in line for a shot at the Heritage championship! Ashlee then exits the ring, and once she’s gone to the back, Jake shortly follows suit, slapping the hands of a few fans on the way out.
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The camera cuts to the backstage area, specifically, the Gorilla position, where Jake Travis sits, deep in thought. Presumably, he’s waiting for Solomon Graham to come by so he can discuss other, more pressing matters. But instead of Sol, he’s met with…
“Just what the fuck do you think you're doing, Jake?!?”
Jake looks up, his train of thought disrupted… to see Ian Dempsey, flanked closely by Leon Kage and Paralysis. He approaches Jake and gets in his space.
:::”THE GAME MASTER” JAKE TRAVIS:::
Huh… didn’t expect to ‘ave to deal with an arse’ole today, mooch less three of ‘em. Wot’s eat’n’ yeh, Gilbuht Grape?
:::”THE FRANCHISE” IAN DEMPSEY:::
Yeah, you think you’re funny, dontcha?! Pal, I’m gonna give you one chance to step away from the Heritage title scene, MY… Heritage title scene!
:::”THE GAME MASTER” JAKE TRAVIS:::
Aye see...
Jake places a single finger to his left ear. It's clear he's being sardonic.
:::”THE GAME MASTER” JAKE TRAVIS:::
Ya min’ tellin’ me why yew’d do sooch a thing?
:::”THE FRANCHISE” IAN DEMPSEY:::
Listen…
Paralysis then grabs the hand of Jake Travis and yanks him to his feet, so he can meet the eyes of Ian Dempsey.
:::”THE FRANCHISE” IAN DEMPSEY:::
I’m doing this because of our history. I’m doing this, because I don’t want you to forfeit your career… over a championship that rightfully belongs to me, and a championship that I will do anything… to win and keep.
At this point, Kage squares up to Jake and grabs his other arm, all the while Ian smiles.
:::”THE FRANCHISE” IAN DEMPSEY:::
Just bare in mind, if you continue down that path, you won’t have to deal with Ashlee… you will have to deal with me… and these two!
:::”THE GAME MASTER” JAKE TRAVIS:::
Yew think these two intimidate me, Ian? Aye don’t caeh who Aye ‘ave to face, whether it’s yew or it’s Ashlee… Aye am going to win that belt! And Aye’m going to bea’ ‘ooever ‘as it, in oahduh to do so!
:::”THE FRANCHISE” IAN DEMPSEY:::
HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! As you wish… but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Kage! Paralysis! COME!!!
Paralysis and Kage let go, and follow Ian out of the Gorilla position. At that point, Jake sits back down, going back into his deep thinking.
Match Four: Singles Match; 30 Minute Time Limit
Blair Sigma Vs. Kira Izumi
Blair Sigma Vs. Kira Izumi
Fumio Daemura: "(The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first, weighing in at 232 pounds...Blair Sigma!)"
The first seconds of "The Greatest Show" are merely shots of 50s and 60s Vegas accompanying it before Blair appears to a chorus of boos, cracking his knuckles and neck before storming down to the ring, looking less than impressed and far more disgusted with his surroundings.
His ring jacket shines under the lights as he tosses it down and stands in his corner, actually yawning as his music fades.
MUSHI: "(That man represents FWA? He looks like he's in the game for himself.)"
PyschoKGB: "(He represents FWA and is a dangerous man.)"
MUSHI: "(But Kira Izumi is also a dangerous man.)"
PsychoKGB: "(That he is.)"
Fumio Daemura: "(And his opponent...weighing in at two hundred pounds...Kira Izumi!)"
"Given Up" by Linkin Park begins playing as Kira Izumi walks out from the back to the cheering of the fans. He walks down the aisle, keeping socially distant, but waving to cheering fans as he makes his way down to the ring.
As the bell rings to start the match, Blair Sigma and Kira Izumi begin circling around one another while looking for an opportunity to strike.
MUSHI: "(They already exchanging strong words.)"
PyschoKGB: "(They going to exchange more than that here pretty soon.)"
Blair Sigma launches into a series of punches that Kira Izumi blocks with relative ease, though he is giving up ground as he does so. When Izumi's back hits the ropes, the distraction is enough that Sigma lands a hard right hand to the mouth.
Blair grabs the stunned Kira and gets him up into a suplex position. He dumps Kira forward onto the ropes then grabs him again for a gutwrench suplex into the middle of the ring.
Kira Izumi quickly gets back to his feet, but is met with a few stiff chops to the chest that draw "Woos" from the audience. Blair grabs Kira up, lifting him up for a snap powerslam, but Kira manages to slip in an elbow strike to the side of the head. The shock of the blow is enough that it sends Blair backwards with Kira landing on top of him. Kira remains on him for the cover!
One
Two
Th-Blair kicks out!
Kira Izumi gets Blair Sigma up, kicks him high in the ribcage and brings him down with a Dragon Neck whip.
Kira Izumi steps back as Blair Sigma gets back up and strikes him with a punch directly to the forehead that sends Blair rocking backwards. Kira grabs Blair and goes for a sit out piledriver, but Blair sends him over the top rope to the floor with a back drop!
MUSHI: "(Kira went flying there. Can't be good for him.)"
PsychoKGB: "(Blair looks like he's following Kira out too.)"
Blair Sigma slides out of the ring and grabs the rising Kira Izumi. He hurls the smaller man into the ring steps to demolish them. Blair walks up behind Kira, grabs him by the back of the head, and sends him face first into the bottom step! He draws Kira's head back again and slams him again! And again!
Blair pulls Kira up and then brings him back down, hot shotting Kira's face onto the bottom ring step with a splatter of blood!
MUSHI: "(Shouldn't the ref be counting them out?)"
PsychoKGB: "(The ref is just watching the action go down outside of the ring.)"
Blair Sigma pulls Kira Izumi back up, but before he can do anything, Kira spits a spray of blood into Blair's eyes! Kira grabs Blair by the shoulders and hits a few brutal headbutts to the face, breaking Blair's nose, and then piledrivers him onto the bottom step! Kira rolls Blair back into the ring and follows.
Blair Sigma gets up to his feet, sneering as he bleeds from his nose and a gash on his forehead. Kira Izumi stands up, his face a mask of blood.
Kira Izumi ducks under a roundhouse punch, slipping behind Blair Sigma, and hitting a Tiger Suplex that he holds onto for the cover!
One
Two
Thr-Blair kicks out!
Kira Izumi stands up. He grabs Blair and applies an Indian Leglock. Blair doesn't give up, grabbing the ropes to force a break. Kira stands up, watching as Blair lays on his belly, reaching for his shorts for a moment before standing. Kira gets tired of waiting for Blair and starts pulling him up when Blair punches him right in the mouth with a pair of brass knuckles in a move that sends blood flying and Kira falling backwards to being flat on his back! Blair dumps the brass knuckles back into his shorts before the ref can see what's going on. Blair goes for the cover.
MUSHI: "(Blair cheated! I can't believe he did that!)"
PyschoKGB: "(Did what? I didn't see anything.)"
The ref gets into position and begins to count.
One
Two
Three-NO!
The ref notices that Kira managed to get his foot on the ropes! Blair Sigma stands up, seeing the foot on the ropes with a sneer. He grabs Kira by the legs and drags him to the middle of the ring where he goes for the pinfall again.
One
Two
Thre-Kira kicks out!
MUSHI: "(I thought that Kira was done for there, but he pulled a kick out out from somewhere!)"
PsychoKGB: "(Probably not the brightest idea as Blair is just going to keep on hurting him.)"
Blair pulls Kira up, attempting to go for the pumphandle flatliner, but Kira reverses it into a Canadian destroyer!
Kira stands up, grabs Blair, and hits a Tiger Driver 91 and goes for the cover!
MUSHI: "(Kira Driver '91! This is all over 'cept the crying!)"
PsychoKGB: "(I don't think there's any kicking out of that.)"
The ref gets into position and begins the count.
One
Two
Three!
Kira Izumi staggers back to his feet with his arms raised in victory.
Fumio Daemura: "(Your winner of this match... Kira Izumi!)"
The first seconds of "The Greatest Show" are merely shots of 50s and 60s Vegas accompanying it before Blair appears to a chorus of boos, cracking his knuckles and neck before storming down to the ring, looking less than impressed and far more disgusted with his surroundings.
His ring jacket shines under the lights as he tosses it down and stands in his corner, actually yawning as his music fades.
MUSHI: "(That man represents FWA? He looks like he's in the game for himself.)"
PyschoKGB: "(He represents FWA and is a dangerous man.)"
MUSHI: "(But Kira Izumi is also a dangerous man.)"
PsychoKGB: "(That he is.)"
Fumio Daemura: "(And his opponent...weighing in at two hundred pounds...Kira Izumi!)"
"Given Up" by Linkin Park begins playing as Kira Izumi walks out from the back to the cheering of the fans. He walks down the aisle, keeping socially distant, but waving to cheering fans as he makes his way down to the ring.
As the bell rings to start the match, Blair Sigma and Kira Izumi begin circling around one another while looking for an opportunity to strike.
MUSHI: "(They already exchanging strong words.)"
PyschoKGB: "(They going to exchange more than that here pretty soon.)"
Blair Sigma launches into a series of punches that Kira Izumi blocks with relative ease, though he is giving up ground as he does so. When Izumi's back hits the ropes, the distraction is enough that Sigma lands a hard right hand to the mouth.
Blair grabs the stunned Kira and gets him up into a suplex position. He dumps Kira forward onto the ropes then grabs him again for a gutwrench suplex into the middle of the ring.
Kira Izumi quickly gets back to his feet, but is met with a few stiff chops to the chest that draw "Woos" from the audience. Blair grabs Kira up, lifting him up for a snap powerslam, but Kira manages to slip in an elbow strike to the side of the head. The shock of the blow is enough that it sends Blair backwards with Kira landing on top of him. Kira remains on him for the cover!
One
Two
Th-Blair kicks out!
Kira Izumi gets Blair Sigma up, kicks him high in the ribcage and brings him down with a Dragon Neck whip.
Kira Izumi steps back as Blair Sigma gets back up and strikes him with a punch directly to the forehead that sends Blair rocking backwards. Kira grabs Blair and goes for a sit out piledriver, but Blair sends him over the top rope to the floor with a back drop!
MUSHI: "(Kira went flying there. Can't be good for him.)"
PsychoKGB: "(Blair looks like he's following Kira out too.)"
Blair Sigma slides out of the ring and grabs the rising Kira Izumi. He hurls the smaller man into the ring steps to demolish them. Blair walks up behind Kira, grabs him by the back of the head, and sends him face first into the bottom step! He draws Kira's head back again and slams him again! And again!
Blair pulls Kira up and then brings him back down, hot shotting Kira's face onto the bottom ring step with a splatter of blood!
MUSHI: "(Shouldn't the ref be counting them out?)"
PsychoKGB: "(The ref is just watching the action go down outside of the ring.)"
Blair Sigma pulls Kira Izumi back up, but before he can do anything, Kira spits a spray of blood into Blair's eyes! Kira grabs Blair by the shoulders and hits a few brutal headbutts to the face, breaking Blair's nose, and then piledrivers him onto the bottom step! Kira rolls Blair back into the ring and follows.
Blair Sigma gets up to his feet, sneering as he bleeds from his nose and a gash on his forehead. Kira Izumi stands up, his face a mask of blood.
Kira Izumi ducks under a roundhouse punch, slipping behind Blair Sigma, and hitting a Tiger Suplex that he holds onto for the cover!
One
Two
Thr-Blair kicks out!
Kira Izumi stands up. He grabs Blair and applies an Indian Leglock. Blair doesn't give up, grabbing the ropes to force a break. Kira stands up, watching as Blair lays on his belly, reaching for his shorts for a moment before standing. Kira gets tired of waiting for Blair and starts pulling him up when Blair punches him right in the mouth with a pair of brass knuckles in a move that sends blood flying and Kira falling backwards to being flat on his back! Blair dumps the brass knuckles back into his shorts before the ref can see what's going on. Blair goes for the cover.
MUSHI: "(Blair cheated! I can't believe he did that!)"
PyschoKGB: "(Did what? I didn't see anything.)"
The ref gets into position and begins to count.
One
Two
Three-NO!
The ref notices that Kira managed to get his foot on the ropes! Blair Sigma stands up, seeing the foot on the ropes with a sneer. He grabs Kira by the legs and drags him to the middle of the ring where he goes for the pinfall again.
One
Two
Thre-Kira kicks out!
MUSHI: "(I thought that Kira was done for there, but he pulled a kick out out from somewhere!)"
PsychoKGB: "(Probably not the brightest idea as Blair is just going to keep on hurting him.)"
Blair pulls Kira up, attempting to go for the pumphandle flatliner, but Kira reverses it into a Canadian destroyer!
Kira stands up, grabs Blair, and hits a Tiger Driver 91 and goes for the cover!
MUSHI: "(Kira Driver '91! This is all over 'cept the crying!)"
PsychoKGB: "(I don't think there's any kicking out of that.)"
The ref gets into position and begins the count.
One
Two
Three!
Kira Izumi staggers back to his feet with his arms raised in victory.
Fumio Daemura: "(Your winner of this match... Kira Izumi!)"
Match Five: FWA Tag Team Championship Match; Tag Team Match; 60 Minute Time Limit
The Dunne Family (DJ Dunne & Lil Dunne) Vs. ALPHA (C.)
The Dunne Family (DJ Dunne & Lil Dunne) Vs. ALPHA (C.)
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following Tag Team contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FWA Canadian Tag Team championship!!!
In the ring already are the Dunne family, Lil Dunne and DJ Dunne, who receive little to no reaction from the fans.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, the challengers, from Edinburgh, Scotland, they are the team representing J-ROK… Lil Dunne and DJ Dunne: THEEEEE DUNNE FAMILY!!!!
Once again… zero reaction. But then...
“King Nothing” hits and out comes out, dragging both of the title belts behind him. The fans are REIGNING down NUCLEAR heat on this man and his agent, Marco Cruze. The man walks to the ring and Cheyenne puts down her mic, refusing to announce him. In fact, she left when his music hit. ALPHA gives the Dunne boys the once-over, before shaking his head as he throws both of his title belts over the top rope before grabbing the top rope, pulling himself up and stepping over the top rope. At that point, he runs at the Dunnes and double lariats the shit outta them, prompting referee Matt Noble to call for the bell.
DING DING DING
Match Five:
FWA Tag Team Championship Match; 60 Minute Time Limit
The Dunne Family (DJ Dunne & Lil Dunne) Vs. ALPHA (C.)
This one doesn’t last long (approx. 3 minutes), as ALPHA dominates, toys with and breaks down the Dunnes, before completely destroying them. It ends with ALPHA, after having played with his food for three minutes, he picks Lil Dunne up and hits him with the New Nightmare (Torture Rack into a flip GTS), before picking up DJ Dunne and hitting him with the New Nightmare, before pinning DJ with both of his hands pressed down on his chest.
1.
2.
3.
DING DING DING
Winner: ALPHA by pinfall
ALPHA grabs his belts, exits the ring and then both he, and Marco Cruze, go to the back in a rush. The Dunne boys will need some serious help after that beating…
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We cut from that delectable sight, to a shot of a certain masked individual… and he represents the FWA. It’s none other than one, Angel Fuerza! With him is a translator, here to help him communicate to the audience.
ANGEL FUERZA
¡Saludos y saludos, fans de FWA y J-ROK por igual! Mi nombre es Ángel Fuerza, y vengo a ustedes con un mensaje especial: A partir de ahora, estoy oficialmente inscrito en la Copa de Codo y Collar de la FWA.
TRANSLATOR TOM
Angel Fuerza says “Greetings and salutations, FWA and J-ROK fans alike! My name is Angel Fuerza, and I come to you with a special message: As of now, I am officially entered into the FWA's Collar and Elbow Cup.”
ANGEL FUERZA
Espero que todos me presten su apoyo mientras voy a la batalla con muchos otros.
TRANSLATOR TOM
He hopes that you will all lend him your support, as he will do battle with many other combatants.
“(And I’m looking forward to it!)” a voice says in the Japanese language.
A look of confusion comes across the face of the translator, but Angel Fuerza? Keeps the same expression on his face (well, from what we can see of it, at least!). Then, into the shot walks the legendary Sanada Inoki, whom Angel keeps his eyes locked on at all times. Inoki takes his index finger and places it on Angel’s chest, in a pointing manner.
SANADA INOKI
(I’ll be watching you through that tournament, kid. I want to see you succeed, I want to see you rise above, and I want you to become the Professional Wrestling champion.)
Inoki then brings his hand down from Fuerza’s chest and offers him a handshake. Fuerza looks down at the hand… before reaching out and shaking his hand, looking him in the eye as he does so, before speaking in Inoki's native language...
ANGEL FUERZA
(I’ll work hard to not disappoint, sir. I am honoured to have your support.)
Inoki smiles and turns, before going off screen. From there, Fuerza pats his still slightly confused translator on the head and sends him off, before making one final statement in his language.
ANGEL FUERZA
(Collar and Elbow Cup: With the support of the fans, I walk in, empty handed, and I walk out as the No. 1 Contender to the Professional Wrestling championship. Goodbye fans! I hope you will support me.)
CUT BACK TO RINGSIDE
The following Tag Team contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FWA Canadian Tag Team championship!!!
In the ring already are the Dunne family, Lil Dunne and DJ Dunne, who receive little to no reaction from the fans.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, the challengers, from Edinburgh, Scotland, they are the team representing J-ROK… Lil Dunne and DJ Dunne: THEEEEE DUNNE FAMILY!!!!
Once again… zero reaction. But then...
“King Nothing” hits and out comes out, dragging both of the title belts behind him. The fans are REIGNING down NUCLEAR heat on this man and his agent, Marco Cruze. The man walks to the ring and Cheyenne puts down her mic, refusing to announce him. In fact, she left when his music hit. ALPHA gives the Dunne boys the once-over, before shaking his head as he throws both of his title belts over the top rope before grabbing the top rope, pulling himself up and stepping over the top rope. At that point, he runs at the Dunnes and double lariats the shit outta them, prompting referee Matt Noble to call for the bell.
DING DING DING
Match Five:
FWA Tag Team Championship Match; 60 Minute Time Limit
The Dunne Family (DJ Dunne & Lil Dunne) Vs. ALPHA (C.)
This one doesn’t last long (approx. 3 minutes), as ALPHA dominates, toys with and breaks down the Dunnes, before completely destroying them. It ends with ALPHA, after having played with his food for three minutes, he picks Lil Dunne up and hits him with the New Nightmare (Torture Rack into a flip GTS), before picking up DJ Dunne and hitting him with the New Nightmare, before pinning DJ with both of his hands pressed down on his chest.
1.
2.
3.
DING DING DING
Winner: ALPHA by pinfall
ALPHA grabs his belts, exits the ring and then both he, and Marco Cruze, go to the back in a rush. The Dunne boys will need some serious help after that beating…
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We cut from that delectable sight, to a shot of a certain masked individual… and he represents the FWA. It’s none other than one, Angel Fuerza! With him is a translator, here to help him communicate to the audience.
ANGEL FUERZA
¡Saludos y saludos, fans de FWA y J-ROK por igual! Mi nombre es Ángel Fuerza, y vengo a ustedes con un mensaje especial: A partir de ahora, estoy oficialmente inscrito en la Copa de Codo y Collar de la FWA.
TRANSLATOR TOM
Angel Fuerza says “Greetings and salutations, FWA and J-ROK fans alike! My name is Angel Fuerza, and I come to you with a special message: As of now, I am officially entered into the FWA's Collar and Elbow Cup.”
ANGEL FUERZA
Espero que todos me presten su apoyo mientras voy a la batalla con muchos otros.
TRANSLATOR TOM
He hopes that you will all lend him your support, as he will do battle with many other combatants.
“(And I’m looking forward to it!)” a voice says in the Japanese language.
A look of confusion comes across the face of the translator, but Angel Fuerza? Keeps the same expression on his face (well, from what we can see of it, at least!). Then, into the shot walks the legendary Sanada Inoki, whom Angel keeps his eyes locked on at all times. Inoki takes his index finger and places it on Angel’s chest, in a pointing manner.
SANADA INOKI
(I’ll be watching you through that tournament, kid. I want to see you succeed, I want to see you rise above, and I want you to become the Professional Wrestling champion.)
Inoki then brings his hand down from Fuerza’s chest and offers him a handshake. Fuerza looks down at the hand… before reaching out and shaking his hand, looking him in the eye as he does so, before speaking in Inoki's native language...
ANGEL FUERZA
(I’ll work hard to not disappoint, sir. I am honoured to have your support.)
Inoki smiles and turns, before going off screen. From there, Fuerza pats his still slightly confused translator on the head and sends him off, before making one final statement in his language.
ANGEL FUERZA
(Collar and Elbow Cup: With the support of the fans, I walk in, empty handed, and I walk out as the No. 1 Contender to the Professional Wrestling championship. Goodbye fans! I hope you will support me.)
CUT BACK TO RINGSIDE
Match Six: Tag Team Match; 30 Minute Time Limit
The Aces of Spades Vs. Dos Angeles
The Aces of Spades Vs. Dos Angeles
Psycho KGB: “(next up we have a huge tag team match in store for you folks, two of the best teams in the world today face one another in a battle for… well because their bosses told them to fight!)”
MUSHI: “(Yes, that’s why we’re all here really. What are we gonna do? Tell them no and get fired in the middle of a pandemic? I don’t know about FWA but that guy or lady or whatever the heck it is that runs J-ROK comes off like a…)”
Psycho KGB: “(very dependable and awesome boss who pays us well and gives everyone here proper hours and breaks.)”
Fumio Daemura: “(This match is set for one fall and is a FWA Vs. J-ROK and mccw i guess contest! Introducing first representing FWA the team of Jack Valor and Dave Spades… The Aces of Spades!)”
Both men step up and raise their arms up high waving to the FWA fans here tonight.
Fumio Daemura: “(And their opponents representing J-ROK and MCCW Nelly, Randy, they are Dos Angeles!)”
The J-ROK and MCCW fans cheer for Nelly and Randy as both mens names are called out.
The bell rings and this tag team match is off! Nelly and Jack start us off. Nelly throws a lariat at Jack who ducks it and hits him with a few punches, knocking him back. Nelly catches a third and irish whips him into the ropes. When he comes back Angle throws him up and over making Valor land hard on his back. He gets up and tags in his partner Dave Spades.
Nelly tags in Randy. Both tie up and Randy gets behind him, attempting a german suplex. Dave stops it and gets behind him, he locks in a sleeper Randy fights back and elbows his ribs. Grabbing his arm and hitting him with an arm drag. Spades rolls onto his feet and dropkicks Angel. He bounces back into his corner and gets tagged out. Nelly and Spades begin to brawl one another.
Spades and Nelly would continue fighting back and forth tagging in and out with their tag partners and beating the tar out each other throughout the rest of the match. Nelly and Randy would go for their Super X-Treme Edge double crucifix powerbomb, but Spades would manage to tag out before they hit the move. The brothers wouldn’t notice and Valor comes in like a house of fire.
He’d drop Randy on the outside and into the guard rail. He’d stomp Nelly before him and his partner would eventually hit their tag team finisher, a springboard hart attack they call the Unlucky Hand for the win.
Fumio Daemura: “(Your winners of this match Aces of Spades!)”
Match Seven: Singles Match; 30 Minute Time Limit
Solomon Graham Vs. Dylan Black
Solomon Graham Vs. Dylan Black
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it will be held under No Disqualification and No Countout rules!!!
LATE NIGHT - No DQ’s AND No Countouts?!?! This is gonna be a FUCKIN’ TREAT, there, Willis!!
WILLIS - I gotta agree with you there, Late Night! This one should be pretty wild!
"Blood, Tears, Dust" by Lacuna Coil hits the sound system, and there is an eruption of boos. Atop the entrance stage, stands Dylan Black, who slowly raises his hands to taunt the capacity crowd.
::CHEYENNE::
Introducing first, wrestling out of Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 218 lbs, he is representing J-ROK in this match and he is “The Messiah of Mayhem” DYLAAAAAN BLAAAACK!!!!
A flash of light illuminates the stage as the rest of the arena is cast in darkness. Almost as if the very gods themselves are announcing his arrival. He makes his way down the ring, sliding in and leaning against the ropes as he awaits Solomon Graham.
There is a small pause between the entrances, and the crowd falls into a hush… when suddenly, we hear this…
“Skeleton Key” plays over the PA system and we hear these words open the song...
"In another life, another place... there was a shadow without a face.
I could see... the survivors, were few...
Memories to which I cling, things I do and songs I sing...
They all... bring me back, to you..."
Then, after the first verse ends and we hit the chorus, out from the curtain comes Solomon Graham, to nothing but cheers and applause. We see that Solomon has a roll of white hockey tape in his left hand, but soon he transfers the roll of tape to the other hand, before slowly raising it high in the air (to a massive pop, of course). He puts his hands on his hips before smirking and shaking his head in disbelief. After all he’s been through, all the grief and turmoil, and especially those devastating losses… the fans remain loyal to him. He then proceeds to take a strip of tape from the roll and wrap his right wrist up in tape.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Scarborough, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 223 lbs, he is the owner of both the FWA AND SHW... "The Prince of Shooter's Style" SOLOMON!!! GRAAAHAM!!!!"
After wrapping it in about five layers of tape, he then turns it diagonally and proceeds to also wrap his knuckles in tape as well, all the while slowly and methodically walking towards the ring. He then bites the tape in two, wrapping the strip still connected to the roll back on and wrapping the strip attached to him around the knuckle, before driving his right hand directly into his open left hand and walking to the ring, on the way stopping to play to the fans, letting them know that they are “ENTIRELY too quiet!!” before pumping them up.
Once we hear some noise from them, he yells once again: “C’MON, I CAN’T FUCKIN’ HEAR YA!!!!” at which point the roof blows off the place. He then climbs the ring steps onto the apron, before wiping his feet. He then steps into the ring, gets into his corner and stares across at Dylan Black, a man whom Graham has wanted to face for a very long time. At that point, Referee Matt Noble asks both men if they are ready, to which both men say “Yes.”
At that point, Noble signals to Timekeeper Tim to ring the bell!
DING DING DING
WILLIS - Knowing both of these guys, this one’s sure to be a classic, eh, Late Night?
LATE NIGHT - No doubt about it, pal! This is gonna be SUCH GOOD SHIT!!!
Match Seven:
Singles Match; No Disqualifications, No CountOuts. 30 Minute Time Limit
Solomon Graham Vs. Dylan Black
Official: Matt Noble
The beginnings of this match feature a lot of chain wrestling and tons of quick grappling from both men. It seems as though, for every hold and grapple that Dylan can slap on Graham, Graham always has a counter or a way out, but always manages to get Dylan into a hold of his very own. Graham also seems to enjoy targeting Dylan’s robotic limbs, almost like he’s trying to break them with his bare hands, which Dylan can always counter out of by nailing Graham with a right hand, or a stiff elbow strike.
LATE NIGHT - See that?! That’s a master class on technical brilliance, right there! No wonder Dylan Black is currently a World’s champion…
WILLIS - Indeed, Allen! I can only wonder what will happen if Graham beats Dylan? Surely that could propel him into the X*Crown title picture, right?
LATE NIGHT - Y’know, I hadn’t even thought of that, but I think you’re onto something!
Another highlight of this match is when the action spills to the outside and the two men begin to brawl! Graham’s seemingly got the edge here as well, having partaken in more nitty-gritty street fights in his lifetime, but Dylan’s got the upper hand in terms of his strikes. Graham does not have very many strikes in his arsenal (he’s less of a striker and more of a grappler), but Dylan’s got them in spades, and he dishes them out… in spades! And robotic arms. Eventually, he even starts to bring out some weapons, such as light tubes (yes! Light tubes!), kendo sticks, baseball bats and even the old fashioned steel chair… but that one Graham counters and snatches away from Dylan, before drawing back, letting the anticipation build…
LATE NIGHT - Wait for it...
Crowd: Ooooooooooohhhh….
LATE NIGHT - Wait for it...
...and SMACKING Dylan across the face with it!!!!
Crowd: YEAAAAH!!!!!!
LATE NIGHT - THERE HE IS!!!!!
The Finish:
The two men are back in the ring, and Dylan goes for a variant of the Gold Rush (instead of propping Graham up in the corner, like he typically would, he does it whilst Graham is standing)... but NO!!! Graham catches the foot, throws it back down and… OH MY GOD!!!! HE JUST HIT THE GRAHAM CRAKKER (Low Blow)!!!! Dylan goes down, and Graham goes for the pin...
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3, it’s over... NO!!! Dylan SOMEHOW finds the strength to get the shoulder just INCHES off the mat!
LATE NIGHT - GODDAMMIT, JIMMY!!! THAT SHOULD’VE BEEN IT!!
WILLIS - But Dylan Black continues to fight!! He’s showing why he’s a contender for the X*Crown!
Graham gets to his knees, looking absolutely dumb-founded. He can’t believe that Dylan would kick outta that! That’s one of his best moves… but the look of shock on his face, quickly turns to anger!
WILLIS - Uh oh…
LATE NIGHT - Oh-ho ho!! It’s over now! C’mon son, put the X*Crown contender AWAY!!!
Sol then pulls him in, going to lift him up for the Skull Crakker (Leaping Piledriver)… AND HE GETS IT!!!
LATE NIGHT - YES!!! It’s over! My son is going to win this match, and defeat the Champoon World Heavyweight champion!
WILLIS - Dylan Black’s spot in contention for the X*Crown isn’t at stake, but no doubt about it, if Graham can beat Dylan, it will bring him pretty damn close to it himself!
Graham goes for the cover, hooking the leg as Matt Noble gets into position before making the count!
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But no… Noble stops mid count!
WILLIS - Hold on!! What’s this?!
LATE NIGHT - Bah Gawd!! Noble’s stopped counting! But why…?
Graham looks Noble square in the eye. Noble shakes his head, before standing up and REFUSING to count the pin for Graham!
LATE NIGHT - WHAT?!?!? How DARE you, Noble?!?! You have a job to do, Goddammit!!! I broke into the goddamn business 33 years ago last month, and back in my day, if a referee mouthed off to the boss and refused to do his job, he got FIRED!!!!
Graham gets off of Dylan, turning his attention to Noble and backing him into the corner, with the intent of letting him have it. He’s got him by the collar of his shirt, ready to beat the living piss out of him.
LATE NIGHT - Yeah!! Let him have it, son! Beat the piss outta that insubordinate piece of shit!
WILLIS - Y’know, I have to agree with you, there. Sol had that match won, but Noble screwed him over. Seemingly for no reason...
Graham looks to the crowd, the collar of Noble’s ref shirt in his left hand. The crowd cheer, clearly agreeing that Graham’s been screwed. Graham then draws back… only to be KICKED right in the balls and shoved backwards… only to eat a MASSIVE Headstrong (Poisonrana), before Dylan turns him over, grabs both his arms and NAILS him with the Dynamic Outro (Wicked Stepsister), before going for the pin. Noble gets right into position.
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DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner, DYLAN BLACK!!!!
Noble helps Dylan to his feet and raises his hand. Dylan keeps his hand raised for a bit as Noble kneels down and talks trash to a knocked out Graham
LATE NIGHT - Well fuck…
WILLIS - What a pearl harbor job… AND WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?!
LATE NIGHT - WHAT?!?
The same strange man who appeared at Canada Day: Dominion to cost Vic Wheeler the Television championship… has shown up on the entrance stage yet again.
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And this time, “The Franchise” Ian Dempsey is out here with him! They both clap, presumably for Matt Noble and the decision he has made. Noble exits the ring and heads up the steps on the stage, before walking over to the stage structure… and SHAKING HANDS with BOTH the mysterious man in black AND Ian Dempsey, before raising their hands!
LATE NIGHT - Aww, sonovabitch!!!!
The three men then laugh while the relatively smaller audience boos them and hurls whatever garbage they may have at the three men, before they turn around and retreat to the back. Dylan then exits the ring and makes his way to the back. Solomon Graham is left lying in the middle of the ring, as other FWA wrestlers (Lee Stevens, Matsumura, Ava Cannon, etc.) come out from the back to help their leader to his feet and carry him to the back.
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it will be held under No Disqualification and No Countout rules!!!
LATE NIGHT - No DQ’s AND No Countouts?!?! This is gonna be a FUCKIN’ TREAT, there, Willis!!
WILLIS - I gotta agree with you there, Late Night! This one should be pretty wild!
"Blood, Tears, Dust" by Lacuna Coil hits the sound system, and there is an eruption of boos. Atop the entrance stage, stands Dylan Black, who slowly raises his hands to taunt the capacity crowd.
::CHEYENNE::
Introducing first, wrestling out of Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 218 lbs, he is representing J-ROK in this match and he is “The Messiah of Mayhem” DYLAAAAAN BLAAAACK!!!!
A flash of light illuminates the stage as the rest of the arena is cast in darkness. Almost as if the very gods themselves are announcing his arrival. He makes his way down the ring, sliding in and leaning against the ropes as he awaits Solomon Graham.
There is a small pause between the entrances, and the crowd falls into a hush… when suddenly, we hear this…
“Skeleton Key” plays over the PA system and we hear these words open the song...
"In another life, another place... there was a shadow without a face.
I could see... the survivors, were few...
Memories to which I cling, things I do and songs I sing...
They all... bring me back, to you..."
Then, after the first verse ends and we hit the chorus, out from the curtain comes Solomon Graham, to nothing but cheers and applause. We see that Solomon has a roll of white hockey tape in his left hand, but soon he transfers the roll of tape to the other hand, before slowly raising it high in the air (to a massive pop, of course). He puts his hands on his hips before smirking and shaking his head in disbelief. After all he’s been through, all the grief and turmoil, and especially those devastating losses… the fans remain loyal to him. He then proceeds to take a strip of tape from the roll and wrap his right wrist up in tape.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Scarborough, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 223 lbs, he is the owner of both the FWA AND SHW... "The Prince of Shooter's Style" SOLOMON!!! GRAAAHAM!!!!"
After wrapping it in about five layers of tape, he then turns it diagonally and proceeds to also wrap his knuckles in tape as well, all the while slowly and methodically walking towards the ring. He then bites the tape in two, wrapping the strip still connected to the roll back on and wrapping the strip attached to him around the knuckle, before driving his right hand directly into his open left hand and walking to the ring, on the way stopping to play to the fans, letting them know that they are “ENTIRELY too quiet!!” before pumping them up.
Once we hear some noise from them, he yells once again: “C’MON, I CAN’T FUCKIN’ HEAR YA!!!!” at which point the roof blows off the place. He then climbs the ring steps onto the apron, before wiping his feet. He then steps into the ring, gets into his corner and stares across at Dylan Black, a man whom Graham has wanted to face for a very long time. At that point, Referee Matt Noble asks both men if they are ready, to which both men say “Yes.”
At that point, Noble signals to Timekeeper Tim to ring the bell!
DING DING DING
WILLIS - Knowing both of these guys, this one’s sure to be a classic, eh, Late Night?
LATE NIGHT - No doubt about it, pal! This is gonna be SUCH GOOD SHIT!!!
Match Seven:
Singles Match; No Disqualifications, No CountOuts. 30 Minute Time Limit
Solomon Graham Vs. Dylan Black
Official: Matt Noble
The beginnings of this match feature a lot of chain wrestling and tons of quick grappling from both men. It seems as though, for every hold and grapple that Dylan can slap on Graham, Graham always has a counter or a way out, but always manages to get Dylan into a hold of his very own. Graham also seems to enjoy targeting Dylan’s robotic limbs, almost like he’s trying to break them with his bare hands, which Dylan can always counter out of by nailing Graham with a right hand, or a stiff elbow strike.
LATE NIGHT - See that?! That’s a master class on technical brilliance, right there! No wonder Dylan Black is currently a World’s champion…
WILLIS - Indeed, Allen! I can only wonder what will happen if Graham beats Dylan? Surely that could propel him into the X*Crown title picture, right?
LATE NIGHT - Y’know, I hadn’t even thought of that, but I think you’re onto something!
Another highlight of this match is when the action spills to the outside and the two men begin to brawl! Graham’s seemingly got the edge here as well, having partaken in more nitty-gritty street fights in his lifetime, but Dylan’s got the upper hand in terms of his strikes. Graham does not have very many strikes in his arsenal (he’s less of a striker and more of a grappler), but Dylan’s got them in spades, and he dishes them out… in spades! And robotic arms. Eventually, he even starts to bring out some weapons, such as light tubes (yes! Light tubes!), kendo sticks, baseball bats and even the old fashioned steel chair… but that one Graham counters and snatches away from Dylan, before drawing back, letting the anticipation build…
LATE NIGHT - Wait for it...
Crowd: Ooooooooooohhhh….
LATE NIGHT - Wait for it...
...and SMACKING Dylan across the face with it!!!!
Crowd: YEAAAAH!!!!!!
LATE NIGHT - THERE HE IS!!!!!
The Finish:
The two men are back in the ring, and Dylan goes for a variant of the Gold Rush (instead of propping Graham up in the corner, like he typically would, he does it whilst Graham is standing)... but NO!!! Graham catches the foot, throws it back down and… OH MY GOD!!!! HE JUST HIT THE GRAHAM CRAKKER (Low Blow)!!!! Dylan goes down, and Graham goes for the pin...
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3, it’s over... NO!!! Dylan SOMEHOW finds the strength to get the shoulder just INCHES off the mat!
LATE NIGHT - GODDAMMIT, JIMMY!!! THAT SHOULD’VE BEEN IT!!
WILLIS - But Dylan Black continues to fight!! He’s showing why he’s a contender for the X*Crown!
Graham gets to his knees, looking absolutely dumb-founded. He can’t believe that Dylan would kick outta that! That’s one of his best moves… but the look of shock on his face, quickly turns to anger!
WILLIS - Uh oh…
LATE NIGHT - Oh-ho ho!! It’s over now! C’mon son, put the X*Crown contender AWAY!!!
Sol then pulls him in, going to lift him up for the Skull Crakker (Leaping Piledriver)… AND HE GETS IT!!!
LATE NIGHT - YES!!! It’s over! My son is going to win this match, and defeat the Champoon World Heavyweight champion!
WILLIS - Dylan Black’s spot in contention for the X*Crown isn’t at stake, but no doubt about it, if Graham can beat Dylan, it will bring him pretty damn close to it himself!
Graham goes for the cover, hooking the leg as Matt Noble gets into position before making the count!
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But no… Noble stops mid count!
WILLIS - Hold on!! What’s this?!
LATE NIGHT - Bah Gawd!! Noble’s stopped counting! But why…?
Graham looks Noble square in the eye. Noble shakes his head, before standing up and REFUSING to count the pin for Graham!
LATE NIGHT - WHAT?!?!? How DARE you, Noble?!?! You have a job to do, Goddammit!!! I broke into the goddamn business 33 years ago last month, and back in my day, if a referee mouthed off to the boss and refused to do his job, he got FIRED!!!!
Graham gets off of Dylan, turning his attention to Noble and backing him into the corner, with the intent of letting him have it. He’s got him by the collar of his shirt, ready to beat the living piss out of him.
LATE NIGHT - Yeah!! Let him have it, son! Beat the piss outta that insubordinate piece of shit!
WILLIS - Y’know, I have to agree with you, there. Sol had that match won, but Noble screwed him over. Seemingly for no reason...
Graham looks to the crowd, the collar of Noble’s ref shirt in his left hand. The crowd cheer, clearly agreeing that Graham’s been screwed. Graham then draws back… only to be KICKED right in the balls and shoved backwards… only to eat a MASSIVE Headstrong (Poisonrana), before Dylan turns him over, grabs both his arms and NAILS him with the Dynamic Outro (Wicked Stepsister), before going for the pin. Noble gets right into position.
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DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner, DYLAN BLACK!!!!
Noble helps Dylan to his feet and raises his hand. Dylan keeps his hand raised for a bit as Noble kneels down and talks trash to a knocked out Graham
LATE NIGHT - Well fuck…
WILLIS - What a pearl harbor job… AND WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?!
LATE NIGHT - WHAT?!?
The same strange man who appeared at Canada Day: Dominion to cost Vic Wheeler the Television championship… has shown up on the entrance stage yet again.
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And this time, “The Franchise” Ian Dempsey is out here with him! They both clap, presumably for Matt Noble and the decision he has made. Noble exits the ring and heads up the steps on the stage, before walking over to the stage structure… and SHAKING HANDS with BOTH the mysterious man in black AND Ian Dempsey, before raising their hands!
LATE NIGHT - Aww, sonovabitch!!!!
The three men then laugh while the relatively smaller audience boos them and hurls whatever garbage they may have at the three men, before they turn around and retreat to the back. Dylan then exits the ring and makes his way to the back. Solomon Graham is left lying in the middle of the ring, as other FWA wrestlers (Lee Stevens, Matsumura, Ava Cannon, etc.) come out from the back to help their leader to his feet and carry him to the back.
Match Eight: Four on Four Tornado Tag Team Match; 30 Minute Time Limit
The Devastation Vs. The Harbringers
The Devastation Vs. The Harbringers
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is an 8-man elimination Tornado-style Tag Team match, and it falls under “Jooey Grymm rules”, which means that there are NO rules!!!
Before anything else can happen… out comes Matt Noble, in his referee shirt. The fans boo the living SHIT outta him, and he yells at them to fuck off, before wiping his feet and entering the ring. He checks the ropes, and he checks the turnbuckles. One can only wonder why Matt Noble’s reffing this match. Given what we just saw before this match, your humble narrator doubts that it’s anything good. Hell, Late Night AND James Willis BOTH had to step away from the commentary booth because of it.
“Face To The Floor” hits and after the short intro, out come the Harbingers, Fenrir, Jormungandr, Joel Hawkfield and lastly, their leader: Kingsley Solomon, who is front and centre, as any good leader would be. The Harbingers walk to the ring, slow and methodically, as the J-ROK fans cheer, and the FWA fans boo.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, approaching the ring, they are the team representing J-ROK… Kingsley Solomon, Joel Hawkfield, Fenrir and Jormungandr… THEEEEEE HAAARBINGEEERSSS!!!!!
The four men reach the ring, each of them getting onto the ring apron, with one on each side… they wait a little bit, creating this cool moment, before stepping into the ring. They then simply await their opponents, but it seems there’s a chill in the air. A chill that would indicate one thing: The Harbingers aren’t sure what to expect from their opponents. And then…
Upon the intro, out comes a man we haven’t heard from in months… Jooey Grymm!!! The FWA fans are surprised to see him, but soon, their surprise… turns to absolute TERROR!!! A purple lightning bolt STRIKES Jooey Grymm’s feet, and in a flash, he’s gone… then is when the piano portion of the intro picks up and in Jooey Grymm’s place, stands a ghostly figure who bares a skeletal version of Jooey’s face. He sports a black robe, black gloves and a white pope hat with a gold and silver cross design on it. He opens his eyes, revealing that one of them is pitch black, while the other is completely white. This… this was the TRUE form of the man we’d come to know… as Jooey Grymm. This… was Seraphim Grimm!!
He holds a scepter in his right hand. He slowly lifts it before SLAMMING it back down, and when he does, one lightning bolt STRIKES the area behind him, and there… stands Jeffrey Shaw, in ALL of his snake skinned glory. Blood drips from his mouth as he stands next to Seraphim Grimm. From there, SWANN comes out, accompanied by the two Nameless Ghouls who are sporting black robes (think Undertaker’s druids), along with black masks (think the Swedish band Ghost). They all stand alongside Grimm.
This is the point where the drum beat kicks in and lightning STRIKES the stage one last time, in sync with the music, which triggers a MASSIVE Pyro, with flames SHOOTING upwards (nearly touching the ceiling).
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And their opponents, representing the FWA, being led to the ring by… *while holding back tears* Seraphim Grimm… the team of: Jeffrey Shaw, SWANN, and two Nameless Ghouls… THE DEVASTATION!!!!
Once that’s done, all five of them walk to the ring, Shaw twitching and SWANN’s eyes locked on Fenrir (who returns the favour, locking eyes with SWANN). It’s not entirely sure why these men are fighting, but one thing is for sure: This match is gonna get violent, real fuckin’ quick. Shaw’s focus seems to be on Kingsley Solomon, as he slowly climbs the ring apron, gaze fixed on Kingsley, who doesn’t seem to pay much mind.
SWANN hops onto the ring apron, wiping his feet before leaping onto the top rope, and NAILING Fenrir with a Shotgun Dropkick, before quickly getting on top and beating the ever loving FUCK out of him! Shaw then quickly enters the ring and attacks Kingsley, perhaps as a means of keeping Hawkfield and Jormungandr’s focus *off* of SWANN, but really it’s unclear. Not long after, when Shaw is being swarmed by Hawkfield and Jormun, the two Nameless Ghouls enter the ring and lay the smackdown, and with that, this match is underway!
DING DING DING
But before anything else, Grimm tugs at Noble’s pant leg, before warning him of what will happen if any funny business goes down: “You screw EITHER of these teams over, and I will personally beat the PISS outta you! You understand me?!” and Noble responds by stating (in a tone that suggests disingenuousness) “Don’t worry… I’ll call it right down the middle, you’ll see…!” but somehow, Seraphim Grimm doesn’t buy it.
Match Eight:
Four on Four Tornado Tag Team Match; Jooey Grymm’s Rules (aka, NO Rules)
30 Minute Time Limit
The Devastation (Jeffrey Shaw, SWANN and two Nameless Ghouls) Vs. The Harbingers (Kingsley Solomon, Joel Hawkfield, Fenrir and Jormungandr)
Official: Matt Noble
This match is fuckin’ wild!!! All four men go to the outside fairly early on, and they brawl like madmen. It’s clear though that the fan favourites to win are the Devastation, as they’re basically the Wild Cards in this match. You don’t know when they’re gonna strike and they’re completely unpredictable in their offense. SWANN has Fenrir over by the merchandise tables, Shaw has Kingsley by ringside, where everyone can see them, and the two Nameless Ghouls and Hawkfield and Jormun are brawling by the concession stands (which isn’t far from the merch table where SWANN and Fenrir are brawling!)
Some notable spots in this match include, but are not limited to:
SWANN kicking Fenrir in the gut, then getting on top of the merch table, backing up and onto a different table, before running forward and NAILING Fenrir with a Shotgun dropkick off the table.
Hawkfield and Jormun somehow working together (despite Hawkfield and Jormun having no prior history teaming together, as it was Jormun and Fenrir who were the Tag Team) and managing to take control away from the Nameless Ghouls and, in fact, eliminating both of them in a rather quick fashion after putting them both through tables… which frees them up to go help out their respective allies.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, the Nameless Ghouls have been eliminated!
Which led into the next one, as Hawkfield goes and helps Kingsley, and Jormun helps out Fenrir. The Sons of Loki manage to utilize their tag team prowess to render SWANN’s typical King’s Road style useless and take control over him, but the same cannot be said for Hawkfield and Solomon, whom despite briefly getting the upper hand on the Reptilian, Shaw’s unpredictability proves to be very useful against these two, as he manages to find a surge of power with the help of the fans feeding him their energy!
This leads to a major Momentum Shift, as quickly after taking control back from the two, Shaw utilizes the Halfbreed DDT on Hawkfield to put him away!!
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Massive pop from the fans!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, Joel Hawkfield has been eliminated!
Meanwhile, SWANN continues to fight the good fight, bringing everything he can against the Sons of Loki, but it’s moot, as everytime he manages to wrangle control away, they just double team the shit outta him, even going so far as to put him through the merch table. They NAIL him with the Ragnarok (Flapjack/Double Knee Facebreaker Combination) through the table, drag him back to ringside and both men pin him.
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There is NUCLEAR heat for these two, as SWANN had successfully managed to get the fans to care about him.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, SWANN has been eliminated!
Now, it’s just Jeffrey, the Sons of Loki and Kingsley. Things are dangerously close to defeat for the Devastation. But Shaw doesn’t care and turns his attention to the sons, beating the ever loving FUCK outta them and even going so far as to FINALLY introduce some weapons into this match! His weapon of choice? A thorn bush wrapped Louisville Slugger… which he BASHES over Fenrir’s head, getting it not only caught on his mask, but some of the thorns JABBED into his skin. He then picks him up and NAILS him with the Halfbreed DDT (Single Underhook Reverse Future Shock DDT) right on the thorn bush bat, before going for the pin!
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MASSIVE pop from the fans!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, Fenrir has been eliminated!
From there, he stares down at Jormun, who begged him “Just get this over with!!! Hit me… HIT ME!!!!” to which Jeffrey responds by kneeling down, meeting Jormun’s gaze… and smiling, before blowing him a kiss, getting back up and repeatedly SMASHING the bat over his face, in various different areas (that man will probably need surgery), before pinning him.
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More cheers, though not as massive as the pop he got for putting away Fenrir.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, Jormungandr has been eliminated!
From there, Jeffrey turns his attention back to Kingsley, who’s coming back to after taking quite a beating. Jeff puts the bat down, stating that he wants for there to be no doubt, who the REAL “Ultimate Despair” is… “Because you may be the Harbinger of Despair… but I am the Despair INCARNATE!!!!” before he then SMACKS Kingsley across the face again, before turning him around and throwing him back into the ring.
The Finish:
After a few more minutes of kicking around an exhausted Kingsley Solomon, Shaw gets a bit bored, as he tries to goad Kingsley into getting up and fighting once again. “C’mon, pal… I didn’t fly all the way out here, just to have some anonymous jackoff lay down for me… GET!!!! UP!!!!!” As he continues to beat the shit outta Kingsley. When Kingsley can fight no more, Shaw still doesn’t let up, stating “You won’t fight me, huh? Okay then…” before hitting all five of his normal moves, in the following order:
Big Boot
Canadian Neckbreaker
Leaping Clothesline
Spinebuster
Diving Headbutt
Before picking him back up off the ground and nailing him with the Discus Forearm, which sends Kingsley reeling back into the ropes. On the rebound, Kingsley merely gets on his knees, begging Shaw to just end him. “I know I can’t beat you… so I’ll die trying! FINISH ME OFF, Jeffrey!! C’mon!! DO IT!!!” A look of disappointment and shock comes across Shaw’s face. He didn’t expect Kingsley to just throw the match… he didn’t want to win that way, but it seems he has no choice.
“If you insist, hombre.” He states before snapping his fingers. When he does, the lights go out. Everyone in that building knows what he’s doing… he’s hitting Kingsley with the move made famous by the late Mike Lio: The Roar of the Lion!!! We hear all kinds of sounds in the ring, from bumps to strikes, to everything in between, before the lights come back up and Shaw is laying down on Kingsley with his back. He hooks the leg and has one arm on the mat. Referee Matt Noble counts the pin.
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But then, at that exact moment, Kingsley turns him over in a Crucifix pin!!
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2---Shaw kicks out but…
3!!! That’s it, ring the bell!!!
DING DING DING
WHAT?!?!?! Grimm looks absolutely gobsmacked at what he’s just seen!! Noble just screwed the Devastation FOR A SHOOT!!! Shaw gets back to his feet, cornering Noble and demanding to know just what he thinks he’s doing, and that he was supposed to count Kingsley’s shoulders down! But… that raises a whole other series of questions. Why did Kingsley turn him over in the first place? We never get a chance to find out, as Kingsley high tails it to the back. Jooey Grymm, the man dressed as Seraphim Grimm, however, goes after him, disappearing to the back. It seems the other Devastation members have seen what’s happened, as they come out to the ring, also to confront Noble.
They all shout about how the finish was supposed to go, all in the ring and all in front of the fans. They state that Shaw was supposed to hit the Roar of the Lion, get the win, big pop from the marks, and that the Devastation would win! Noble seems to agree for a bit…
“Y’know, that’s actually a good point… but here’s my counter argument.”
At which point, he signals to both of the Nameless Ghouls… who ATTACK Shaw and SWANN, beating the ever loving FUCK outta them!! Eventually, they get them up and manage to hit each of the two of them with the 3-D. Then, they remove their masks… to reveal none other, than two FWA Alumni: Skitzo! and Maximus Cage!!! God FUCKING dammit, these assholes were fired for a reason!
But it seems… their physiques have undergone a massive change. We could hardly tell it was them. Maximus Cage must’ve experienced a growth spurt, because he’s now 4 inches taller than he was. And Skitzo!? He’s a lot more muscular, it seems. You could hardly tell it was him! The two former jobbers beat the living FUCK outta SWANN and Shaw, before delivering them a message:
“Take this from our boss: As of right now, via the power and standing that HE holds in this federation… SWANN, Jeffrey Shaw AND Seraphim Grimm, are ALL! FIRED!!!!”
This results in NUCLEAR heat from the crowd, as the two men, and their referee friend, make their exit. SWANN seems to have heard what they said, as he quickly gets out of the ring and heads to the back to see if it’s true. Meanwhile, Shaw just lays there, emotionally wrecked and just unable to move.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately due to circumstances beyond our control, this match was won by the Harbingers.
She says before putting the mic down and heading to the back in absolute disgust.
The following contest is an 8-man elimination Tornado-style Tag Team match, and it falls under “Jooey Grymm rules”, which means that there are NO rules!!!
Before anything else can happen… out comes Matt Noble, in his referee shirt. The fans boo the living SHIT outta him, and he yells at them to fuck off, before wiping his feet and entering the ring. He checks the ropes, and he checks the turnbuckles. One can only wonder why Matt Noble’s reffing this match. Given what we just saw before this match, your humble narrator doubts that it’s anything good. Hell, Late Night AND James Willis BOTH had to step away from the commentary booth because of it.
“Face To The Floor” hits and after the short intro, out come the Harbingers, Fenrir, Jormungandr, Joel Hawkfield and lastly, their leader: Kingsley Solomon, who is front and centre, as any good leader would be. The Harbingers walk to the ring, slow and methodically, as the J-ROK fans cheer, and the FWA fans boo.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, approaching the ring, they are the team representing J-ROK… Kingsley Solomon, Joel Hawkfield, Fenrir and Jormungandr… THEEEEEE HAAARBINGEEERSSS!!!!!
The four men reach the ring, each of them getting onto the ring apron, with one on each side… they wait a little bit, creating this cool moment, before stepping into the ring. They then simply await their opponents, but it seems there’s a chill in the air. A chill that would indicate one thing: The Harbingers aren’t sure what to expect from their opponents. And then…
Upon the intro, out comes a man we haven’t heard from in months… Jooey Grymm!!! The FWA fans are surprised to see him, but soon, their surprise… turns to absolute TERROR!!! A purple lightning bolt STRIKES Jooey Grymm’s feet, and in a flash, he’s gone… then is when the piano portion of the intro picks up and in Jooey Grymm’s place, stands a ghostly figure who bares a skeletal version of Jooey’s face. He sports a black robe, black gloves and a white pope hat with a gold and silver cross design on it. He opens his eyes, revealing that one of them is pitch black, while the other is completely white. This… this was the TRUE form of the man we’d come to know… as Jooey Grymm. This… was Seraphim Grimm!!
He holds a scepter in his right hand. He slowly lifts it before SLAMMING it back down, and when he does, one lightning bolt STRIKES the area behind him, and there… stands Jeffrey Shaw, in ALL of his snake skinned glory. Blood drips from his mouth as he stands next to Seraphim Grimm. From there, SWANN comes out, accompanied by the two Nameless Ghouls who are sporting black robes (think Undertaker’s druids), along with black masks (think the Swedish band Ghost). They all stand alongside Grimm.
This is the point where the drum beat kicks in and lightning STRIKES the stage one last time, in sync with the music, which triggers a MASSIVE Pyro, with flames SHOOTING upwards (nearly touching the ceiling).
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And their opponents, representing the FWA, being led to the ring by… *while holding back tears* Seraphim Grimm… the team of: Jeffrey Shaw, SWANN, and two Nameless Ghouls… THE DEVASTATION!!!!
Once that’s done, all five of them walk to the ring, Shaw twitching and SWANN’s eyes locked on Fenrir (who returns the favour, locking eyes with SWANN). It’s not entirely sure why these men are fighting, but one thing is for sure: This match is gonna get violent, real fuckin’ quick. Shaw’s focus seems to be on Kingsley Solomon, as he slowly climbs the ring apron, gaze fixed on Kingsley, who doesn’t seem to pay much mind.
SWANN hops onto the ring apron, wiping his feet before leaping onto the top rope, and NAILING Fenrir with a Shotgun Dropkick, before quickly getting on top and beating the ever loving FUCK out of him! Shaw then quickly enters the ring and attacks Kingsley, perhaps as a means of keeping Hawkfield and Jormungandr’s focus *off* of SWANN, but really it’s unclear. Not long after, when Shaw is being swarmed by Hawkfield and Jormun, the two Nameless Ghouls enter the ring and lay the smackdown, and with that, this match is underway!
DING DING DING
But before anything else, Grimm tugs at Noble’s pant leg, before warning him of what will happen if any funny business goes down: “You screw EITHER of these teams over, and I will personally beat the PISS outta you! You understand me?!” and Noble responds by stating (in a tone that suggests disingenuousness) “Don’t worry… I’ll call it right down the middle, you’ll see…!” but somehow, Seraphim Grimm doesn’t buy it.
Match Eight:
Four on Four Tornado Tag Team Match; Jooey Grymm’s Rules (aka, NO Rules)
30 Minute Time Limit
The Devastation (Jeffrey Shaw, SWANN and two Nameless Ghouls) Vs. The Harbingers (Kingsley Solomon, Joel Hawkfield, Fenrir and Jormungandr)
Official: Matt Noble
This match is fuckin’ wild!!! All four men go to the outside fairly early on, and they brawl like madmen. It’s clear though that the fan favourites to win are the Devastation, as they’re basically the Wild Cards in this match. You don’t know when they’re gonna strike and they’re completely unpredictable in their offense. SWANN has Fenrir over by the merchandise tables, Shaw has Kingsley by ringside, where everyone can see them, and the two Nameless Ghouls and Hawkfield and Jormun are brawling by the concession stands (which isn’t far from the merch table where SWANN and Fenrir are brawling!)
Some notable spots in this match include, but are not limited to:
SWANN kicking Fenrir in the gut, then getting on top of the merch table, backing up and onto a different table, before running forward and NAILING Fenrir with a Shotgun dropkick off the table.
Hawkfield and Jormun somehow working together (despite Hawkfield and Jormun having no prior history teaming together, as it was Jormun and Fenrir who were the Tag Team) and managing to take control away from the Nameless Ghouls and, in fact, eliminating both of them in a rather quick fashion after putting them both through tables… which frees them up to go help out their respective allies.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, the Nameless Ghouls have been eliminated!
Which led into the next one, as Hawkfield goes and helps Kingsley, and Jormun helps out Fenrir. The Sons of Loki manage to utilize their tag team prowess to render SWANN’s typical King’s Road style useless and take control over him, but the same cannot be said for Hawkfield and Solomon, whom despite briefly getting the upper hand on the Reptilian, Shaw’s unpredictability proves to be very useful against these two, as he manages to find a surge of power with the help of the fans feeding him their energy!
This leads to a major Momentum Shift, as quickly after taking control back from the two, Shaw utilizes the Halfbreed DDT on Hawkfield to put him away!!
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Massive pop from the fans!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, Joel Hawkfield has been eliminated!
Meanwhile, SWANN continues to fight the good fight, bringing everything he can against the Sons of Loki, but it’s moot, as everytime he manages to wrangle control away, they just double team the shit outta him, even going so far as to put him through the merch table. They NAIL him with the Ragnarok (Flapjack/Double Knee Facebreaker Combination) through the table, drag him back to ringside and both men pin him.
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There is NUCLEAR heat for these two, as SWANN had successfully managed to get the fans to care about him.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, SWANN has been eliminated!
Now, it’s just Jeffrey, the Sons of Loki and Kingsley. Things are dangerously close to defeat for the Devastation. But Shaw doesn’t care and turns his attention to the sons, beating the ever loving FUCK outta them and even going so far as to FINALLY introduce some weapons into this match! His weapon of choice? A thorn bush wrapped Louisville Slugger… which he BASHES over Fenrir’s head, getting it not only caught on his mask, but some of the thorns JABBED into his skin. He then picks him up and NAILS him with the Halfbreed DDT (Single Underhook Reverse Future Shock DDT) right on the thorn bush bat, before going for the pin!
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MASSIVE pop from the fans!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, Fenrir has been eliminated!
From there, he stares down at Jormun, who begged him “Just get this over with!!! Hit me… HIT ME!!!!” to which Jeffrey responds by kneeling down, meeting Jormun’s gaze… and smiling, before blowing him a kiss, getting back up and repeatedly SMASHING the bat over his face, in various different areas (that man will probably need surgery), before pinning him.
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More cheers, though not as massive as the pop he got for putting away Fenrir.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, Jormungandr has been eliminated!
From there, Jeffrey turns his attention back to Kingsley, who’s coming back to after taking quite a beating. Jeff puts the bat down, stating that he wants for there to be no doubt, who the REAL “Ultimate Despair” is… “Because you may be the Harbinger of Despair… but I am the Despair INCARNATE!!!!” before he then SMACKS Kingsley across the face again, before turning him around and throwing him back into the ring.
The Finish:
After a few more minutes of kicking around an exhausted Kingsley Solomon, Shaw gets a bit bored, as he tries to goad Kingsley into getting up and fighting once again. “C’mon, pal… I didn’t fly all the way out here, just to have some anonymous jackoff lay down for me… GET!!!! UP!!!!!” As he continues to beat the shit outta Kingsley. When Kingsley can fight no more, Shaw still doesn’t let up, stating “You won’t fight me, huh? Okay then…” before hitting all five of his normal moves, in the following order:
Big Boot
Canadian Neckbreaker
Leaping Clothesline
Spinebuster
Diving Headbutt
Before picking him back up off the ground and nailing him with the Discus Forearm, which sends Kingsley reeling back into the ropes. On the rebound, Kingsley merely gets on his knees, begging Shaw to just end him. “I know I can’t beat you… so I’ll die trying! FINISH ME OFF, Jeffrey!! C’mon!! DO IT!!!” A look of disappointment and shock comes across Shaw’s face. He didn’t expect Kingsley to just throw the match… he didn’t want to win that way, but it seems he has no choice.
“If you insist, hombre.” He states before snapping his fingers. When he does, the lights go out. Everyone in that building knows what he’s doing… he’s hitting Kingsley with the move made famous by the late Mike Lio: The Roar of the Lion!!! We hear all kinds of sounds in the ring, from bumps to strikes, to everything in between, before the lights come back up and Shaw is laying down on Kingsley with his back. He hooks the leg and has one arm on the mat. Referee Matt Noble counts the pin.
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But then, at that exact moment, Kingsley turns him over in a Crucifix pin!!
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2---Shaw kicks out but…
3!!! That’s it, ring the bell!!!
DING DING DING
WHAT?!?!?! Grimm looks absolutely gobsmacked at what he’s just seen!! Noble just screwed the Devastation FOR A SHOOT!!! Shaw gets back to his feet, cornering Noble and demanding to know just what he thinks he’s doing, and that he was supposed to count Kingsley’s shoulders down! But… that raises a whole other series of questions. Why did Kingsley turn him over in the first place? We never get a chance to find out, as Kingsley high tails it to the back. Jooey Grymm, the man dressed as Seraphim Grimm, however, goes after him, disappearing to the back. It seems the other Devastation members have seen what’s happened, as they come out to the ring, also to confront Noble.
They all shout about how the finish was supposed to go, all in the ring and all in front of the fans. They state that Shaw was supposed to hit the Roar of the Lion, get the win, big pop from the marks, and that the Devastation would win! Noble seems to agree for a bit…
“Y’know, that’s actually a good point… but here’s my counter argument.”
At which point, he signals to both of the Nameless Ghouls… who ATTACK Shaw and SWANN, beating the ever loving FUCK outta them!! Eventually, they get them up and manage to hit each of the two of them with the 3-D. Then, they remove their masks… to reveal none other, than two FWA Alumni: Skitzo! and Maximus Cage!!! God FUCKING dammit, these assholes were fired for a reason!
But it seems… their physiques have undergone a massive change. We could hardly tell it was them. Maximus Cage must’ve experienced a growth spurt, because he’s now 4 inches taller than he was. And Skitzo!? He’s a lot more muscular, it seems. You could hardly tell it was him! The two former jobbers beat the living FUCK outta SWANN and Shaw, before delivering them a message:
“Take this from our boss: As of right now, via the power and standing that HE holds in this federation… SWANN, Jeffrey Shaw AND Seraphim Grimm, are ALL! FIRED!!!!”
This results in NUCLEAR heat from the crowd, as the two men, and their referee friend, make their exit. SWANN seems to have heard what they said, as he quickly gets out of the ring and heads to the back to see if it’s true. Meanwhile, Shaw just lays there, emotionally wrecked and just unable to move.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately due to circumstances beyond our control, this match was won by the Harbingers.
She says before putting the mic down and heading to the back in absolute disgust.
Match Nine: Singles Match; 30 Minute Time Limit
Selena Firehouse Vs. Fukushima Zombie
Selena Firehouse Vs. Fukushima Zombie
Psycho KGB: “(This night hasn’t been the clean sweep of wins that some fans may have expected of J-ROK, but that changes now folks! The ace of our previous incarnation, SSS, the creepy one herself, Fukushima Zombie is taking on a developmental talent!)”
We can hear Psycho laughing his ass off.
MUSHI: “(She may be a developmental talent, but have you seen the size and skills of this kid? She’s bigger than most men on our roster and FWA’s! Firehouse is no joke KGB-San. Zombie’s gotta treat her like any other opponent if she wants to win this. And Selena’s gotta give it 110% if she wants to beat this former world champion!)”
Fumio Daemura: “(This match is set for one fall at a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first representing FWA, standing in at 6’0 and weighing in at 297 pounds from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she is Selena Firehouse!)”
The giant of a woman is cheered on from the FWA fans and booed from the J-ROK fans as her name is called.
Fumio Daemura: “(Introducing her opponent representing J-ROK, standing in at 5’5 and weighing in at 135 pounds, coming from Fukushima, Japan, she is Fukushima Zombie!)”
The bell rings after her name is called and this matchup is underway. Zombie stays back to access her opponent and figure out a way to go about the match. Firehouse doesn’t give her too much time as she charges her with a big boot. Zombie rolls out of the way and Firehouse hits the middle turnbuckle, stopping her from going any further.
This time Zombie charges her and tries for a move of her own. The big woman doesn’t fall down though and just shrugs off the move. She grabs Fukushima by her hair and lifts her up. She hits her with a spinebuster planting her hard into the mat. She goes for a pin and gets a two count before Zombie gets a foot on the ropes. Selena lifts her up in frustration now, dropping her with another spine buster.
She goes to the corner where she waits for her to get up. Zombie gets up and Firehouse charges her. She goes for the rear view, a move she calls the butt pop! Fukushima moves out of the way and into the corner goes Selena! Fukushima charges her, but Firehouse catches her and throws her over her onto the turnbuckles behind her!
Zombie lands on the turnbuckle and jumps off backwards, she lands onto Selena and goes for a huricarana. Selena catches her and goes for a powerbomb, but Fukushima reverses it and uses the momentum into a frankensteiner. A pin attempt and a one count.
Selena gets up and is met with a superkick. Fukushima climbs the ropes and hits her moonstomp signature move before locking in the spider twist she calls the Jigoku. Selena can’t last too much more and eventually passes out.
Fumio Daemura: “(Your winner of this match is Fukushima Zombie)”
We can hear Psycho laughing his ass off.
MUSHI: “(She may be a developmental talent, but have you seen the size and skills of this kid? She’s bigger than most men on our roster and FWA’s! Firehouse is no joke KGB-San. Zombie’s gotta treat her like any other opponent if she wants to win this. And Selena’s gotta give it 110% if she wants to beat this former world champion!)”
Fumio Daemura: “(This match is set for one fall at a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first representing FWA, standing in at 6’0 and weighing in at 297 pounds from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she is Selena Firehouse!)”
The giant of a woman is cheered on from the FWA fans and booed from the J-ROK fans as her name is called.
Fumio Daemura: “(Introducing her opponent representing J-ROK, standing in at 5’5 and weighing in at 135 pounds, coming from Fukushima, Japan, she is Fukushima Zombie!)”
The bell rings after her name is called and this matchup is underway. Zombie stays back to access her opponent and figure out a way to go about the match. Firehouse doesn’t give her too much time as she charges her with a big boot. Zombie rolls out of the way and Firehouse hits the middle turnbuckle, stopping her from going any further.
This time Zombie charges her and tries for a move of her own. The big woman doesn’t fall down though and just shrugs off the move. She grabs Fukushima by her hair and lifts her up. She hits her with a spinebuster planting her hard into the mat. She goes for a pin and gets a two count before Zombie gets a foot on the ropes. Selena lifts her up in frustration now, dropping her with another spine buster.
She goes to the corner where she waits for her to get up. Zombie gets up and Firehouse charges her. She goes for the rear view, a move she calls the butt pop! Fukushima moves out of the way and into the corner goes Selena! Fukushima charges her, but Firehouse catches her and throws her over her onto the turnbuckles behind her!
Zombie lands on the turnbuckle and jumps off backwards, she lands onto Selena and goes for a huricarana. Selena catches her and goes for a powerbomb, but Fukushima reverses it and uses the momentum into a frankensteiner. A pin attempt and a one count.
Selena gets up and is met with a superkick. Fukushima climbs the ropes and hits her moonstomp signature move before locking in the spider twist she calls the Jigoku. Selena can’t last too much more and eventually passes out.
Fumio Daemura: “(Your winner of this match is Fukushima Zombie)”
Match Ten: FWA Canadian Championship Match; Singles Match; 60 Minute Time Limit
Anna Daniels (W/ Lisa Seldon) Vs. Ryu Matsumura (C.)
Anna Daniels (W/ Lisa Seldon) Vs. Ryu Matsumura (C.)
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FWA Canadian championship!!!
“Darkness In My Soul” plays over the sound system, and out comes Anna Daniels, alongside Lisa Seldon. The current Power Ballad champions make their way to the ring, Power Ballad titles around their waists.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, the challenger: Hailing from Fascination Street, weighing in at 135 lbs, she is one half of the J-ROK Power Ballad champions… ANNA DANIELS!!!!
Anna Daniels hops onto the ring apron and steps through the bottom and middle rope. She takes the belt from around her waist and hoists it high above her head, before handing it to Lisa Seldon at ringside. From there, she awaits the champion…
"Tear It Up" by Queen kicks in as Ryu Matsumura walks out from the back, rubbing chalk dust in his hands. Behind him is his handler, Oshi Nakazawa, and around his neck are draped the retired championships: The FWA Unlimited, FWA Hardcore, EWS King Of Deathmatch title, and to top it all off, the very belt that these two competitors are fighting for: The FWA Canadian championship.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And her opponent, hailing from Niigata, Japan and weighing in at 320 lbs, he is the current FWA Canadian champion... “The King of Bushidô” RYU MATSUMURRRAAA!!!!
He's wearing simple black calf high boots, black shin and knee pads, and black tights. He also wears a black, red and silver FWA T-Shirt on the way to the ring. He reaches the end of the ring level ramp, wipes his feet on the apron and steps into the ring. The streams fly from all directions as he raises his right hand, extending the #1 finger, before taking all of his belts off and handing them to his handler.
Once the music fades out, referee Edgar Brown checks both combatants for foreign objects. Mats comes up clean, but Anna tries to fight him when he goes to check her. Eventually, she is calmed down and he checks her. She comes up clean, and thus, Edgar Brown calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Match Ten
FWA Canadian Championship Match; 60 Minute Time Limit
Anna Daniels (W/ Lisa Seldon) Vs. Ryu Matsumura (W/ Oshi Nakazawa) (C.)
Official: Edgar Brown
This match is pretty much a brawl, from start to finish. Anna Daniels gives it everything she’s got, throwing all caution to the wind against Mats, who no-sells and counters a large majority of it, even administering some punishment to Anna, making her look quite a fool. Eventually, she gets so fed up, wanting blood and not getting it from this large, hulking man… that she SLAPS him out of rage. Oshi shakes his head at this action, as does Lisa. It seems they both know that what Anna just did was make a.… BIG. MISTAKE!!!!
At that point, Ryu slowly turns his head, looking at Anna angrily. He then draws back and LARIATS the SHIT outta Anna, before picking her up, backing her into the ropes, shooting her off and NAILING her with the Kitchen Sink! At that point, he goes for the pin.
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3--NO!! Anna kicks out!
Now, Mats is even more angry, and he PAINTBRUSHES the SHIT OUT OF ANNA!!! He then lifts her for a German suplex… and then THROWS her down for a Facebuster!! Later on in the match and Anna is continuing to fight, despite it not working half the time. She brought everything she could, from cheating, to high risk maneuvers, to strikes, to even biting Mats’ neck… and she manages to draw blood!!!
After a long match, where despite pissing off the King of Bushido and getting the piss beaten out of her, Anna Daniels STILL continued to fight… but now, comes the end. After being bitten on the neck by Anna, and that bite drawing blood… Mats is now ABSOLUTELY INCENSED!!!! He NAILS the BIG Knee, before picking her up in a Deadlift and NAILING the High Angle German Suplex, before going for the pin!!
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DING DING DING
Winner (and STILL FWA Canadian champion): Ryu Matsumura by pinfall.
Lisa grabs Anna and drags her out of the ring and onto her feet, before taking her back up the ramp, meanwhile Oshi enters the ring and hands the “King of Hardcore, Unlimited, Canadian Crown” to his client, who places it back around his neck and exits the ring, before heading back up the ramp.
The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FWA Canadian championship!!!
“Darkness In My Soul” plays over the sound system, and out comes Anna Daniels, alongside Lisa Seldon. The current Power Ballad champions make their way to the ring, Power Ballad titles around their waists.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, the challenger: Hailing from Fascination Street, weighing in at 135 lbs, she is one half of the J-ROK Power Ballad champions… ANNA DANIELS!!!!
Anna Daniels hops onto the ring apron and steps through the bottom and middle rope. She takes the belt from around her waist and hoists it high above her head, before handing it to Lisa Seldon at ringside. From there, she awaits the champion…
"Tear It Up" by Queen kicks in as Ryu Matsumura walks out from the back, rubbing chalk dust in his hands. Behind him is his handler, Oshi Nakazawa, and around his neck are draped the retired championships: The FWA Unlimited, FWA Hardcore, EWS King Of Deathmatch title, and to top it all off, the very belt that these two competitors are fighting for: The FWA Canadian championship.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And her opponent, hailing from Niigata, Japan and weighing in at 320 lbs, he is the current FWA Canadian champion... “The King of Bushidô” RYU MATSUMURRRAAA!!!!
He's wearing simple black calf high boots, black shin and knee pads, and black tights. He also wears a black, red and silver FWA T-Shirt on the way to the ring. He reaches the end of the ring level ramp, wipes his feet on the apron and steps into the ring. The streams fly from all directions as he raises his right hand, extending the #1 finger, before taking all of his belts off and handing them to his handler.
Once the music fades out, referee Edgar Brown checks both combatants for foreign objects. Mats comes up clean, but Anna tries to fight him when he goes to check her. Eventually, she is calmed down and he checks her. She comes up clean, and thus, Edgar Brown calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Match Ten
FWA Canadian Championship Match; 60 Minute Time Limit
Anna Daniels (W/ Lisa Seldon) Vs. Ryu Matsumura (W/ Oshi Nakazawa) (C.)
Official: Edgar Brown
This match is pretty much a brawl, from start to finish. Anna Daniels gives it everything she’s got, throwing all caution to the wind against Mats, who no-sells and counters a large majority of it, even administering some punishment to Anna, making her look quite a fool. Eventually, she gets so fed up, wanting blood and not getting it from this large, hulking man… that she SLAPS him out of rage. Oshi shakes his head at this action, as does Lisa. It seems they both know that what Anna just did was make a.… BIG. MISTAKE!!!!
At that point, Ryu slowly turns his head, looking at Anna angrily. He then draws back and LARIATS the SHIT outta Anna, before picking her up, backing her into the ropes, shooting her off and NAILING her with the Kitchen Sink! At that point, he goes for the pin.
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3--NO!! Anna kicks out!
Now, Mats is even more angry, and he PAINTBRUSHES the SHIT OUT OF ANNA!!! He then lifts her for a German suplex… and then THROWS her down for a Facebuster!! Later on in the match and Anna is continuing to fight, despite it not working half the time. She brought everything she could, from cheating, to high risk maneuvers, to strikes, to even biting Mats’ neck… and she manages to draw blood!!!
After a long match, where despite pissing off the King of Bushido and getting the piss beaten out of her, Anna Daniels STILL continued to fight… but now, comes the end. After being bitten on the neck by Anna, and that bite drawing blood… Mats is now ABSOLUTELY INCENSED!!!! He NAILS the BIG Knee, before picking her up in a Deadlift and NAILING the High Angle German Suplex, before going for the pin!!
1.
2.
3!!!
DING DING DING
Winner (and STILL FWA Canadian champion): Ryu Matsumura by pinfall.
Lisa grabs Anna and drags her out of the ring and onto her feet, before taking her back up the ramp, meanwhile Oshi enters the ring and hands the “King of Hardcore, Unlimited, Canadian Crown” to his client, who places it back around his neck and exits the ring, before heading back up the ramp.
Match Eleven: Non-Title Champion Vs. Champion Match; Singles Match; 60 Minute Time Limit
Liam Bradly Vs. Brendan Harding
Liam Bradly Vs. Brendan Harding
Psycho KGB: “(We have a champion vs champion match up next folks. The FWA TV Champion vs the J-ROK New Wave Champion.)”
MUSHI: “(This has all the potential to be match of the night with the first ever encounter of these two top wrestlers!)”
Fumio Daemura: “(This match is a special champion vs. champion match! Neither title is on the line tonight. This match is set for one fall at a sixty minute time limit! Introducing first, representing FWA, standing in at 5’7 and weighing in at 170 pounds, from Nottingham, England... he is the REIGNING DEFENDING FWA TV Champion… “The Villain” LIam Bradly!)”
He raises his title in the air.
Fumio Daemura: “(And his opponent representing J-ROK… standing in at 6’2 and weighing in at 222 pounds coming from Camden, London, England, he is the REIGNING DEFENDING J-ROK New Wave Champion… Brendan Harding!)”
The bell rings and the match is underway. Both circle around before locking up. Liam grabs his wrist and gets a wrist lock in tight. Harding cringes as he’s forced to a knee. Bradley steps over before Brendand grabs his hand with his free hand and pulls him, forcing him to flip onto his back. Now Harding with a hold of his opponent's wrist he tries to step over, but Liam lifts a leg up and they’re now tangled up, with Brendan with a pin position.
A one count ensues before Harding is tripped up and falls. Liam gets up to his feet and pounces, locking in a headlock on the rookie. Both getting back to their feet now. The headlock is still locked in tight. Brendan pushes Bradley forward into the ropes and lifts him up for a backdrop driver. The headlock would break and Harding would work on the arms of his opponent with strikes and holds.
Both would soon trade strikes and holds. At one point trading suplexes till both would drop to the mat. Both men would get up to their feet again and trade strikes. Harding hits the Magic Bullet front hook kick, causing Bradley to fall back. He comes back with a PK kick he calls the well the PK! Both go down.
Now towards the end of the match both men have been brutalizing one another for a while now. Harding has his submission the cattle mutilation, a move he calls the Camden Lock, locked in tight. Liam struggles but manages to get a foot on the rope. He breaks free liam clocks him with a surprise punch before hitting him with a black fire driver, the move he calls the Liam Bradley Special. The pin and count…
One!
Two!
Three!
Fumio Daemura: “(Your winner of this match, Liam Bradley!)”
MUSHI: “(This has all the potential to be match of the night with the first ever encounter of these two top wrestlers!)”
Fumio Daemura: “(This match is a special champion vs. champion match! Neither title is on the line tonight. This match is set for one fall at a sixty minute time limit! Introducing first, representing FWA, standing in at 5’7 and weighing in at 170 pounds, from Nottingham, England... he is the REIGNING DEFENDING FWA TV Champion… “The Villain” LIam Bradly!)”
He raises his title in the air.
Fumio Daemura: “(And his opponent representing J-ROK… standing in at 6’2 and weighing in at 222 pounds coming from Camden, London, England, he is the REIGNING DEFENDING J-ROK New Wave Champion… Brendan Harding!)”
The bell rings and the match is underway. Both circle around before locking up. Liam grabs his wrist and gets a wrist lock in tight. Harding cringes as he’s forced to a knee. Bradley steps over before Brendand grabs his hand with his free hand and pulls him, forcing him to flip onto his back. Now Harding with a hold of his opponent's wrist he tries to step over, but Liam lifts a leg up and they’re now tangled up, with Brendan with a pin position.
A one count ensues before Harding is tripped up and falls. Liam gets up to his feet and pounces, locking in a headlock on the rookie. Both getting back to their feet now. The headlock is still locked in tight. Brendan pushes Bradley forward into the ropes and lifts him up for a backdrop driver. The headlock would break and Harding would work on the arms of his opponent with strikes and holds.
Both would soon trade strikes and holds. At one point trading suplexes till both would drop to the mat. Both men would get up to their feet again and trade strikes. Harding hits the Magic Bullet front hook kick, causing Bradley to fall back. He comes back with a PK kick he calls the well the PK! Both go down.
Now towards the end of the match both men have been brutalizing one another for a while now. Harding has his submission the cattle mutilation, a move he calls the Camden Lock, locked in tight. Liam struggles but manages to get a foot on the rope. He breaks free liam clocks him with a surprise punch before hitting him with a black fire driver, the move he calls the Liam Bradley Special. The pin and count…
One!
Two!
Three!
Fumio Daemura: “(Your winner of this match, Liam Bradley!)”
Match Twelve: XHF Women's Championship Match; Singles Match; 60 Minute Time Limit
Ava Cannon Vs. Hanako Takeuchi (C.)
Ava Cannon Vs. Hanako Takeuchi (C.)
Psycho KGB: “(This is a very exciting match tonight folks, The XHF Women’s Championship is on the line! Two of the best wrestlers in the world today, competing for the most prestigious women’s championship in the world today. Speaking of the XHF Women’s Championship, The champion, Hanako Takeuchi today weather she defends her title or loses it will tie Fukushima Zombie for the longest title reign in J-ROK history and even within the XHF’s Network era!)”
MUSHI: “(That’s right, Hanako has been champion for well over a year now. But Ava is no slouch either, being a top contender and champion in the FWA herself! This is sure to be a tremendous match folks!)”
Fumio Daemura: “(This match is set for one fall at a sixty minute time limit; and is for the XHF Women’s Championship! Introducing first in the red corner, representing FWA standing in at 5’6 and weighing in at 130 pounds, from Las Vegas, Nevada, she is “Beautiful and Dangerous” Ava Cannon!)”
The fans cheer for the challenger as her name is called and she steps up.
Fumio Daemura: “(And her opponent, in the blue corner, representing J-ROK, standing in at 5’11 and weighing in at 141 pounds, from Kamagasaki, Osaka, Japan, with 5 successful defenses she is the REIGNING DEFENDING XHF Women’s Champion… “The Black Rose” Hanako Takeuchi!)”
As the bell rings we can see the still taped up ribs of Hanako Takeuchi. She sustained an injury last year that’s still never fully healed, but alas the match is set off with a lock up from Ava Cannon. Both women have previous experience with shoot fighting and mma that’ll surely come to play here tonight.
Ava gets in a headlock on the champion. It’s reversed shortly into a standing guillotine choke. Ava manages to turn her body around and is now in a ddt position. She starts punching the still sore ribs of Takeuchi and manages to lift her and slam her down into a northern lights suplex. She flips over and is in a mounted position, throwing punches towards Hanako.
She keeps the offense on her opponent before Takeuchi grabs her hand and slips out, getting into position for an armbar. Both ladies on their backs now, the armbar is locked in tight. Ava struggles, but manages to get up to her feet, she gets Hanako’s shoulders to the mat.
ONE!
TW-
Just a two count as the black rose lets go of the armbar and both women get to a standing position. Both women get in a fighting stance before circling one another. The start trading strikes peppered here and there before Cannon sees an opening and hits Hanako with a snap superkick she calls Kodak Moment. She goes for a quick pin attempt but gets a one count. The champ rolls out of the ring before the challenger can do anything else and grabs at her jaw. She walks around for a moment before getting back into the ring.
Hanako gets in the clinch with Ava, she lets out some devastating knees before hitting her with a brazillian kick. A quick pin attempt and a two count. She picks her up again and irish whips her, Cannon ducks a round house, bounces off and jumps over a leg sweep she comes back with full speed and momentum…
Psycho KGB: “(SUPERWOMAN PUNCH!)”
Takeuchi drops as Ava goes to the top rope. She dives off, but eats a boot right to the ribs.
MUSHI: “(Cannon bounces off the boots of Takeuchi! That’s gotta hurt!)”
Takeuchi goes to the corner and signals for the end. She charges Ava as she sits up, SOMATO!
Psycho KGB: “(The Parting Glass connects!)”
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Fumio Daemura: “(Your winner of this match and still XHF Women’s Champion… Hanako Takeuchi!)”
MUSHI: “(That’s right, Hanako has been champion for well over a year now. But Ava is no slouch either, being a top contender and champion in the FWA herself! This is sure to be a tremendous match folks!)”
Fumio Daemura: “(This match is set for one fall at a sixty minute time limit; and is for the XHF Women’s Championship! Introducing first in the red corner, representing FWA standing in at 5’6 and weighing in at 130 pounds, from Las Vegas, Nevada, she is “Beautiful and Dangerous” Ava Cannon!)”
The fans cheer for the challenger as her name is called and she steps up.
Fumio Daemura: “(And her opponent, in the blue corner, representing J-ROK, standing in at 5’11 and weighing in at 141 pounds, from Kamagasaki, Osaka, Japan, with 5 successful defenses she is the REIGNING DEFENDING XHF Women’s Champion… “The Black Rose” Hanako Takeuchi!)”
As the bell rings we can see the still taped up ribs of Hanako Takeuchi. She sustained an injury last year that’s still never fully healed, but alas the match is set off with a lock up from Ava Cannon. Both women have previous experience with shoot fighting and mma that’ll surely come to play here tonight.
Ava gets in a headlock on the champion. It’s reversed shortly into a standing guillotine choke. Ava manages to turn her body around and is now in a ddt position. She starts punching the still sore ribs of Takeuchi and manages to lift her and slam her down into a northern lights suplex. She flips over and is in a mounted position, throwing punches towards Hanako.
She keeps the offense on her opponent before Takeuchi grabs her hand and slips out, getting into position for an armbar. Both ladies on their backs now, the armbar is locked in tight. Ava struggles, but manages to get up to her feet, she gets Hanako’s shoulders to the mat.
ONE!
TW-
Just a two count as the black rose lets go of the armbar and both women get to a standing position. Both women get in a fighting stance before circling one another. The start trading strikes peppered here and there before Cannon sees an opening and hits Hanako with a snap superkick she calls Kodak Moment. She goes for a quick pin attempt but gets a one count. The champ rolls out of the ring before the challenger can do anything else and grabs at her jaw. She walks around for a moment before getting back into the ring.
Hanako gets in the clinch with Ava, she lets out some devastating knees before hitting her with a brazillian kick. A quick pin attempt and a two count. She picks her up again and irish whips her, Cannon ducks a round house, bounces off and jumps over a leg sweep she comes back with full speed and momentum…
Psycho KGB: “(SUPERWOMAN PUNCH!)”
Takeuchi drops as Ava goes to the top rope. She dives off, but eats a boot right to the ribs.
MUSHI: “(Cannon bounces off the boots of Takeuchi! That’s gotta hurt!)”
Takeuchi goes to the corner and signals for the end. She charges Ava as she sits up, SOMATO!
Psycho KGB: “(The Parting Glass connects!)”
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Fumio Daemura: “(Your winner of this match and still XHF Women’s Champion… Hanako Takeuchi!)”
Match Thirteen: J-ROK Visual Kei Championship Match; Singles Match; 60 Minute Time Limit
Ian Dempsey Vs. STRiFE (C.)
Ian Dempsey Vs. STRiFE (C.)
Psycho KGB: “(the next match is our comainevent of the evening. The most prestigious belts in all of Japan are on the line tonight as STRiFE looks to defend her titles one more time before her match against Brad Swann September 27th.)”
MUSHI: “(Brad Swann is… missing Psycho.)”
Psycho KGB: “(I just read what’s on my notes MUSHI. I just read what’s on my notes.)”
Fumio Daemura: “(This match is set for one fall at a sixty minute time limit and is for the J-ROK Visual Kei Championship! Introducing first, the challenger representing FWA standing at 6’1 and weighing in at 216 pounds, coming from anywhere but this shithole Lahaina, Hawaii, USA… he is “The Franchise” Ian Dempsey!)”
The hawaiians boo the dastardly villain as his name is called.
Fumio Daemura: “(And his opponent representing J-ROK, standing in at 5’4 and weighing in at 122 pounds coming from Kyoto, Japan, she currently has 1 defense, she is the REIGNING DEFENDING J-ROK Visual Kei Champion! She is STRiFE!)”
The bell rings as both competitors circle one another. It’s the champ who makes the first strike. A low kick is blocked by the challenger as he goes for one of his own that gets blocked too. Ian backs up and runs around looking for an opening. He goes for a double leg takedown after he charges the champ head on.
He takes STRiFE down and starts laying into her with open hand slaps and chops. STRiFE tries blocking what she can as she moves around to get a better ground position. STRiFE is now in a sitting position with Ian locking in a grounded sleeper. She works her way to her feet and hits behind her. She hits his ribs before slipping out of the sleeper and laying into him with a few well placed strikes.
She gets a hold of him and locks up with him. She drives knees into Dempsey before she stops. Her head pulled back now. Ian’s got a hand full of hair and is pulling back STRiFE. He’d chop her in the throat before slamming her down into the mat. He puts his knee on her throat as he goes for the dirty pin.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
No a kick out STRiFE rolls out of the ring to get some air. She kicks the barricade in frustration. She rubs her throat before getting on the apron. Dempsey walks towards her and she drops back down to the ringside area. She grabs his legs and pulls him down, she irish whips him into the barricade.
The Franchise lets out a groan of pain as he drops to his knees. STRiFE starts kneeing him in the face and quickly changes it to stomps with the bottom of her boot. Grabbing the barricade she uses it to her advantage and keeps stomping the shit out of Ian’s face and chest a minute more before she stops and throws him back into the ring.
STRiFE goes for a quick pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
MUSHI: “(What’s she doing? She’s pulling him up!)”
Psycho KGB: “(She’s going to teach the franchise what happens when you disrespect the champion, MUSHI!)”
STRiFE grabs his wrist and gets him into an almost german suplex position. She yanks on his wrist and has him turning around to face her before she slaps him with all her might. The red reign connects and the challenger falls back. STRiFE goes for a kawada styled kick, but it gets blocked. Ian hits her with a pumphandle driver, causing both to lay on the ground. Worn out from the match.
The ref starts the count and soon enough both get back up to their feet. They charge one another with brutal strikes. They trade and block one another for a solid minute or two, the exchange would look like a kung-fu movie you’d see from bruce lee if bruce lee were fighting himself. They’d hit each other with jumping knees and back up into the ropes. Bouncing off with lariats. Again backing up, STRiFE would go for a roundhouse as Dempsey would slide under, as he came up he’d grab STRiFE’s hair and pull her down. A quick stomp to the throat and he’d pick her up before spitting right into her face.
After that we’d see the most angry and disgusted face you could ever see from a human being. STRiFE would charge him and he’d duck the strike. He’d hit her with a quick pele having her roll out of the ring. Ian would climb to the top rope, a huge crossbody to the outside. He’d throw her back in before running the ropes and charging her.
Running knee, the platinum knee connects. The Franchise ain’t wasting time as he lifts her right up into a single underhooked falcon arrow.
MUSHI: “(Silver Arrow!)”
Psycho KGB: “(One! Two! No foot on the ropes!)”
Ian picks her back up and goes for an enzugiri. It’s ducked, if only by chance. STRiFE hits him with a running roundhouse before locking in her anaconda choke, Wicked Sister is locked in! Ian squirms around like a snake as he tries desperately to get to the ropes. STRiFE with her MMA background cranks in the submission even tighter... Ian can't get out! He taps! He taps out!
Fumio Daemura: “(Your winner of this match via submission and STILL J-ROK Visual Kei Champion… STRiFE!)”
MUSHI: “(Brad Swann is… missing Psycho.)”
Psycho KGB: “(I just read what’s on my notes MUSHI. I just read what’s on my notes.)”
Fumio Daemura: “(This match is set for one fall at a sixty minute time limit and is for the J-ROK Visual Kei Championship! Introducing first, the challenger representing FWA standing at 6’1 and weighing in at 216 pounds, coming from anywhere but this shithole Lahaina, Hawaii, USA… he is “The Franchise” Ian Dempsey!)”
The hawaiians boo the dastardly villain as his name is called.
Fumio Daemura: “(And his opponent representing J-ROK, standing in at 5’4 and weighing in at 122 pounds coming from Kyoto, Japan, she currently has 1 defense, she is the REIGNING DEFENDING J-ROK Visual Kei Champion! She is STRiFE!)”
The bell rings as both competitors circle one another. It’s the champ who makes the first strike. A low kick is blocked by the challenger as he goes for one of his own that gets blocked too. Ian backs up and runs around looking for an opening. He goes for a double leg takedown after he charges the champ head on.
He takes STRiFE down and starts laying into her with open hand slaps and chops. STRiFE tries blocking what she can as she moves around to get a better ground position. STRiFE is now in a sitting position with Ian locking in a grounded sleeper. She works her way to her feet and hits behind her. She hits his ribs before slipping out of the sleeper and laying into him with a few well placed strikes.
She gets a hold of him and locks up with him. She drives knees into Dempsey before she stops. Her head pulled back now. Ian’s got a hand full of hair and is pulling back STRiFE. He’d chop her in the throat before slamming her down into the mat. He puts his knee on her throat as he goes for the dirty pin.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
No a kick out STRiFE rolls out of the ring to get some air. She kicks the barricade in frustration. She rubs her throat before getting on the apron. Dempsey walks towards her and she drops back down to the ringside area. She grabs his legs and pulls him down, she irish whips him into the barricade.
The Franchise lets out a groan of pain as he drops to his knees. STRiFE starts kneeing him in the face and quickly changes it to stomps with the bottom of her boot. Grabbing the barricade she uses it to her advantage and keeps stomping the shit out of Ian’s face and chest a minute more before she stops and throws him back into the ring.
STRiFE goes for a quick pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-
MUSHI: “(What’s she doing? She’s pulling him up!)”
Psycho KGB: “(She’s going to teach the franchise what happens when you disrespect the champion, MUSHI!)”
STRiFE grabs his wrist and gets him into an almost german suplex position. She yanks on his wrist and has him turning around to face her before she slaps him with all her might. The red reign connects and the challenger falls back. STRiFE goes for a kawada styled kick, but it gets blocked. Ian hits her with a pumphandle driver, causing both to lay on the ground. Worn out from the match.
The ref starts the count and soon enough both get back up to their feet. They charge one another with brutal strikes. They trade and block one another for a solid minute or two, the exchange would look like a kung-fu movie you’d see from bruce lee if bruce lee were fighting himself. They’d hit each other with jumping knees and back up into the ropes. Bouncing off with lariats. Again backing up, STRiFE would go for a roundhouse as Dempsey would slide under, as he came up he’d grab STRiFE’s hair and pull her down. A quick stomp to the throat and he’d pick her up before spitting right into her face.
After that we’d see the most angry and disgusted face you could ever see from a human being. STRiFE would charge him and he’d duck the strike. He’d hit her with a quick pele having her roll out of the ring. Ian would climb to the top rope, a huge crossbody to the outside. He’d throw her back in before running the ropes and charging her.
Running knee, the platinum knee connects. The Franchise ain’t wasting time as he lifts her right up into a single underhooked falcon arrow.
MUSHI: “(Silver Arrow!)”
Psycho KGB: “(One! Two! No foot on the ropes!)”
Ian picks her back up and goes for an enzugiri. It’s ducked, if only by chance. STRiFE hits him with a running roundhouse before locking in her anaconda choke, Wicked Sister is locked in! Ian squirms around like a snake as he tries desperately to get to the ropes. STRiFE with her MMA background cranks in the submission even tighter... Ian can't get out! He taps! He taps out!
Fumio Daemura: “(Your winner of this match via submission and STILL J-ROK Visual Kei Champion… STRiFE!)”
Main Event: FWA Professional Wrestling Championship Match; Singles Match; 60 Minute Time Limit
Lucas Swann Vs. Duncan Aries (C.)
Lucas Swann Vs. Duncan Aries (C.)
We open with SWANN sitting dejectedly on a crate, clearly in the backstage area (it’s surprising that he wasn’t kicked out of the building, but there’s probably a good reason). Some of the thoughts running through SWANN’s head at this exact are:
(I can’t believe that shit happened!)
(What’s next for me now that my career here is over…?)
(Will I ever come back?)
But all of those thoughts lead to the same conclusion:
(How the fuck did this happen to me?! ME?! One of the OG’s of the FWA… has now been fired! Who the fuck is this guy that he has such authority in the first place?! How come he---)
Hey…!
SWANN’s train of thought comes to a complete halt, and a few seconds later, he looks up… to see his brother, Lucas Swann, approaching him with the former (and broken) FWA Professional Wrestling championship in his right hand. He has a compassionate look on his face, like he believes something he’s seen is not right.
SWANN
Well… what do you want?!
LUCAS
Look… I won’t beat around the bush. I’m here---
SWANN
Oh, lemme guess! You’re here to rub it in that I just lost my job, aren’t you?! HUH?!? You low-life motherfucker!
LUCAS
No, I---
SWANN
You had the nerve to turn your back on me, and give up… on ME… when Mom and Dad did, all because I decided to move to Japan to pursue my dream… but now, after I let bygones be bygones and allow you to stay in my home, while you wrestle for J-ROK, you have the BALLS to come up to me and laugh in my face about how I lost my job, and how I should just retire… well…
Tears begin to form in the eyes of SWANN.
SWANN
Go ahead. You’re probably right, I mean, I spent my entire career in unknown feds across both Canada and Japan, until recently… but I guess, “recently” is too late, huh? Well… what are you waiting for? Say your worst.
SWANN then turns his back to his brother, as we hear him start to sob. But then…
LUCAS
Actually…
He says as he places a single hand on his brother’s right shoulder.
LUCAS
I wanted to let you know…
SWANN turns around, to look Lucas in the eye.
LUCAS
...that I’m sorry… for everything.
SWANN seems flabbergasted. All this time, he had a certain perception of his brother, as being stuck up, and having turned his back on him a long time ago. Lucas smiles.
LUCAS
And… that you’re always welcome to come back to J-ROK, with me.
… but then, SWANN’s shock turns into a smirk, and then into chuckling.
SWANN
Yeah…? Well, who’re you to say that? What power do you have? NONE! And even if you did… I don’t need your GODDAMN charity, Lucas!!
Lucas seems upset by his brother’s harsh words… but he faces it the same way he would any other time: By scoffing, and speaking in a very sarcastic tone of voice...
LUCAS
Actually, it wasn’t me! It was the owner of J-ROK (whoever it is), whom I'd heard that after your performance in the King of Hokkaido tournament, would be keeping an eye on you in terms of acquiring your contract.
SWANN’s features fade into a look of surprise.
LUCAS
But hey...
Lucas slaps his brother’s shoulder. We can hear a catch in Lucas’s voice, like his emotions are rising to a fever pitch, and he’s about to cry.
LUCAS
Obviously you’re not interested if you’re gonna talk that way… so, I guess I’ll just leave you alone.
He hesitates… before finally pulling his hand off of his brother’s shoulder, and turns to walk away, saddened by what has just transpired between him and SWANN, the man that he’s looked up to his entire life. He knows that this will likely be the last time they see each other. As he’s walking away, tears wallow in his eyes, and a single one falls down his cheek… but then…
SWANN
Lucas, wait!
Lucas wipes the tear from his cheek and turns around.
LUCAS
Yeah, wha---
But he is cut off as SWANN embraces him, just balling. Lucas embraces his brother as well, and the tears stream down his face, though he doesn’t cry as obnoxiously as his brother does.
SWANN
Lucas… I’m sorry for pushing you away! Let me make up for it, please…
LUCAS
Zakk…
Lucas places both of his hands on his brother’s shoulders.
LUCAS
You don’t need to apologize.
Once again, SWANN doesn’t seem to know how to react.
SWANN
Lucas… I need to be at ringside, for your match against Duncan. I want to lend you my support.
LUCAS
What?! Are you serious?
SWANN
Duncan’s a veteran, dude! He’s faced opponents and achieved things bigger and greater than either one of us… but with the two of us combined, both of our minds… you could have him beaten, just yet!
LUCAS
Look, Zakk… much as I appreciate the gesture, I wanna do this on my own.
SWANN
I promise, I’ll stay outta the way. I’ll only be there to provide support.
LUCAS
I dunno…
SWANN
C’mon!!! Look… I’ll even sign with J-ROK if you let me go out there with you!
Lucas’s features lighten up…
LUCAS
Alright, deal!! You accompany me to ringside, and in exchange, you will come to J-ROK. That works out for the better, I mean, it’s clear from the aggression you showed towards them in that match, that you have a problem with the Sons of Loki. Perhaps they’re a team we can pummel to dust together...
Lucas then extends a fist for a fist bump.
LUCAS
…as brothers!
SWANN strokes his beard… before smirking, and reciprocating the fist bump.
SWANN
Fuckin’ sweet!
LUCAS
Indeed… Now, I believe that my match, the main event… is next!
SWANN
Oh shit, that’s right! Well, what the fuck are we waitin’ for? Let’s roll!!
LUCAS
Damn right!
The two brothers then make their way to Gorilla, as we cut to ringside.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following Main Event contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FWA Professional Wrestling championship!!!
“People Don’t Understand (People Like Me)” hits and out comes Lucas Swann, accompanied by his brother, SWANN. He has a certain cadence to his walk (it might remind you of Tetsuya Naito) as he drags the former FWA Professional Wrestling championship belt alongside him. He receives… a surprisingly mixed reaction? Obviously, the FWA fans are booing the living FUCK out of him, for all that he’s done (from attacking Duncan Aries, to stealing the Professional Wrestling championship, to destroying the Professional Wrestling championship), but the J-ROK fans? They seem relatively supportive of the younger Swann brother.
As Swann approaches the ring, he hops onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes, before walking to the middle of the ring and placing the broken title belt on the mat, before taking a knee, placing his right hand behind his back, and raising his right fist high in the air. After holding the pose for about 3-4 seconds, he grabs the belt, slaps the mat and hops back to his feet. He then backs into his corner and waits for his opponent… the REAL… champion of Professional Wrestling.
As the opening of "MayDay" by Digital Summer plays, ice blue light fills the entrance way as our denim jacket clad Professional Wrestling champion, Duncan Aries, has his back to us. He spins around, arms crossed, head cocked in a grin under Aviator shades… before the grin fades and turns into a disgusted sneer, as he looks down at the man who destroyed HIS championship
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.
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, the challenger, residing in Nagasaki, Japan, weighing in at 223 lbs… he is “Superstar” Lucas Swann!!!!
Lucas looks down at the broken championship belt in his hands… before lifting it above his head and looking across at Aries, before then flopping it over his shoulder.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent, hailing from San Diego, California, weighing in at 238 lbs, he… is the current FWA Professional Wrestling champion… “The Wild Card” DUNCAAAAN AAAARIES!!!!
Duncan shadow-kickboxes a little bit before leaning back in the corner.
Lucas drops the belt by the timekeeper’s desk, before stretching on the ropes. Aries does a bit more shadow-kickboxing, before referee Edgar Brown checks both men for foreign objects. Lucas turns up clean, as does Duncan. Then, Brown asks both men if they are ready. Lucas nods his head, and Duncan nods his. Edgar then calls for the match to officially begin, by signalling to Timekeeper Tim to ring the bell.
DING DING DING
Main Event (In highlight reel form)
FWA Professional Wrestling Championship Match; Singles Match
60 Minute Time Limit
Lucas Swann Vs. Duncan Aries (C.)
Official: Edgar Brown
Our main event contest starts out with a test of strength, which sees the older but heavier Duncan Aries win out and overpower the younger Swann brother. But, with the support of his brother, and the help of a kick to the gut, Lucas is able to escape and go for the roll up, which only gets a 1-count. The match then continues with both men getting to their feet, but trading various strikes (from hooks, to jabs, to elbows, to kicks) and Lucas even NAILING Duncan with a High Angle German Suplex! From there, Duncan rolls to the outside.
Lucas takes a dive to the outside and manages to NAIL Duncan, taking him right off his feet! He then brings him to his feet and the two men engage in a brawl, which sees Lucas smash Duncan’s face off the ring apron (which Late Night puts over on commentary as Lucas bashing Duncan’s face off “The Hardest Part of the Ring, there!!!”) and of course, Lucas hopping onto the ring apron and NAILING Duncan with the Hurricanrana… but NO!!!! Duncan reverses into a Powerbomb on the Ring Apron!
The two continue to brawl for a little bit as the referee’s count nears 10 (luckily, they’re playing under Japanese rules, and ring-out counts go to 20). Duncan picks Lucas up and RAMS him, backfirst, into the wall! He then picks him back up and NAILS him with the Alabama Slam. Duncan then tries to bring Lucas to his feet, but Lucas manages to fight him off and he NAILS him with a Tornado DDT!
They return to the ring (beating the ref’s count at 18) Lucas short arms Aries into a MASSIVE V-Trigger Knee Strike, before going for the pin once again… but only getting a 2-count. Eventually, Duncan would fight back, doing some SEVERE damage to the head, before trying to lock Lucas in the Ace of Spades (Crippler Crossface) but Lucas manages to roll through and kip up out of the hold and counter with a Cross Armbreaker of his own… but Duncan manages to roll him into a pinfall attempt, which is swiftly kicked out of and reversed BACK into the Cross Armbreaker.
The Finish:
After going nearly 40 minutes in that ring, leaving everything they have, we arrive at the end of the match. Lucas tries to go for Pure Stardom… and HE GETS IT!!! It’s over!! He goes for the pin…
1.
2.
3, new champ… NO!!!! Aries manages to grab the bottom rope!
Lucas looks absolutely incensed! He had that won, but due to his own inhibitions, he did not notice just how close to the ropes Duncan was. Lucas picks him up and goes to NAIL him with the Pure Stardom… but Aries reverses into the Culmination (Front Slam Swung Into Rock Bottom)!!! He goes for the pin...
1.
2.
3, Aries retains… NO!!!! At the last possible second, Lucas shoulder SHOOTS up!! And Aries cannot believe it!
Aries then gets up, grabs Lucas by the hair, pulls him to his feet and once again pulls him in, NAILING him with the Culmination… but he keeps hold of him, hitting him with ANOTHER Culmination… AND HE KEEPS HOLD OF HIM AGAIN, swinging him into ANOTHER Culmination!! Lucas has GOT to be broken in half, as Duncan, at long last goes for the pin!
1.
2.
3… NO!!! Once again, Lucas’s shoulder SHOOTS up… but Aries is having NONE of it, as he grabs Lucas’s shoulder, transitioning it into the Ace of Spades (Crippler Crossface) once again!!!!
Lucas fights and fights to escape the hold, but it’s no use as Aries REFUSES to let go… not until Lucas gives up. Lucas REFUSES to give up… but eventually, all the pain that Aries has inflicted, all the suffering that Lucas has done… it all comes to a head, and Lucas passes out while in the hold. Edgar Brown checks on him, as Aries continues to wrench the hold… and Edgar rules that Lucas can no longer go on, as he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner by submission, AAAAND STILL the FWA Professional Wrestling champion... “The Wild Card” DUNCAN ARIES!!!!
From there, Aries gets up, unsatisfied with Lucas passing out, he BOOTS Lucas in the head, trying to wake him up. Once Lucas is awake, he slaps the Ace of Spades back on as Edgar tries to get Aries to break the hold, but Aries will not rest until Lucas has tapped out. Eventually, SWANN slides into the ring and breaks the hold up, fighting Duncan out of the ring and making sure he STAYS out, as medical personnel rushes out to help Lucas. They get him onto their shoulders, with one arm around each, and they try to help him… but he SHOVES them away, refusing to be helped, and instead he exits the ring on his own, with his older brother following closely behind. On their way out, Lucas and SWANN turn back to look over the audience, who are showering them with cheers and admiration at this point in time. At that point, they head to the back, as the show comes to a close.
(I can’t believe that shit happened!)
(What’s next for me now that my career here is over…?)
(Will I ever come back?)
But all of those thoughts lead to the same conclusion:
(How the fuck did this happen to me?! ME?! One of the OG’s of the FWA… has now been fired! Who the fuck is this guy that he has such authority in the first place?! How come he---)
Hey…!
SWANN’s train of thought comes to a complete halt, and a few seconds later, he looks up… to see his brother, Lucas Swann, approaching him with the former (and broken) FWA Professional Wrestling championship in his right hand. He has a compassionate look on his face, like he believes something he’s seen is not right.
SWANN
Well… what do you want?!
LUCAS
Look… I won’t beat around the bush. I’m here---
SWANN
Oh, lemme guess! You’re here to rub it in that I just lost my job, aren’t you?! HUH?!? You low-life motherfucker!
LUCAS
No, I---
SWANN
You had the nerve to turn your back on me, and give up… on ME… when Mom and Dad did, all because I decided to move to Japan to pursue my dream… but now, after I let bygones be bygones and allow you to stay in my home, while you wrestle for J-ROK, you have the BALLS to come up to me and laugh in my face about how I lost my job, and how I should just retire… well…
Tears begin to form in the eyes of SWANN.
SWANN
Go ahead. You’re probably right, I mean, I spent my entire career in unknown feds across both Canada and Japan, until recently… but I guess, “recently” is too late, huh? Well… what are you waiting for? Say your worst.
SWANN then turns his back to his brother, as we hear him start to sob. But then…
LUCAS
Actually…
He says as he places a single hand on his brother’s right shoulder.
LUCAS
I wanted to let you know…
SWANN turns around, to look Lucas in the eye.
LUCAS
...that I’m sorry… for everything.
SWANN seems flabbergasted. All this time, he had a certain perception of his brother, as being stuck up, and having turned his back on him a long time ago. Lucas smiles.
LUCAS
And… that you’re always welcome to come back to J-ROK, with me.
… but then, SWANN’s shock turns into a smirk, and then into chuckling.
SWANN
Yeah…? Well, who’re you to say that? What power do you have? NONE! And even if you did… I don’t need your GODDAMN charity, Lucas!!
Lucas seems upset by his brother’s harsh words… but he faces it the same way he would any other time: By scoffing, and speaking in a very sarcastic tone of voice...
LUCAS
Actually, it wasn’t me! It was the owner of J-ROK (whoever it is), whom I'd heard that after your performance in the King of Hokkaido tournament, would be keeping an eye on you in terms of acquiring your contract.
SWANN’s features fade into a look of surprise.
LUCAS
But hey...
Lucas slaps his brother’s shoulder. We can hear a catch in Lucas’s voice, like his emotions are rising to a fever pitch, and he’s about to cry.
LUCAS
Obviously you’re not interested if you’re gonna talk that way… so, I guess I’ll just leave you alone.
He hesitates… before finally pulling his hand off of his brother’s shoulder, and turns to walk away, saddened by what has just transpired between him and SWANN, the man that he’s looked up to his entire life. He knows that this will likely be the last time they see each other. As he’s walking away, tears wallow in his eyes, and a single one falls down his cheek… but then…
SWANN
Lucas, wait!
Lucas wipes the tear from his cheek and turns around.
LUCAS
Yeah, wha---
But he is cut off as SWANN embraces him, just balling. Lucas embraces his brother as well, and the tears stream down his face, though he doesn’t cry as obnoxiously as his brother does.
SWANN
Lucas… I’m sorry for pushing you away! Let me make up for it, please…
LUCAS
Zakk…
Lucas places both of his hands on his brother’s shoulders.
LUCAS
You don’t need to apologize.
Once again, SWANN doesn’t seem to know how to react.
SWANN
Lucas… I need to be at ringside, for your match against Duncan. I want to lend you my support.
LUCAS
What?! Are you serious?
SWANN
Duncan’s a veteran, dude! He’s faced opponents and achieved things bigger and greater than either one of us… but with the two of us combined, both of our minds… you could have him beaten, just yet!
LUCAS
Look, Zakk… much as I appreciate the gesture, I wanna do this on my own.
SWANN
I promise, I’ll stay outta the way. I’ll only be there to provide support.
LUCAS
I dunno…
SWANN
C’mon!!! Look… I’ll even sign with J-ROK if you let me go out there with you!
Lucas’s features lighten up…
LUCAS
Alright, deal!! You accompany me to ringside, and in exchange, you will come to J-ROK. That works out for the better, I mean, it’s clear from the aggression you showed towards them in that match, that you have a problem with the Sons of Loki. Perhaps they’re a team we can pummel to dust together...
Lucas then extends a fist for a fist bump.
LUCAS
…as brothers!
SWANN strokes his beard… before smirking, and reciprocating the fist bump.
SWANN
Fuckin’ sweet!
LUCAS
Indeed… Now, I believe that my match, the main event… is next!
SWANN
Oh shit, that’s right! Well, what the fuck are we waitin’ for? Let’s roll!!
LUCAS
Damn right!
The two brothers then make their way to Gorilla, as we cut to ringside.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following Main Event contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FWA Professional Wrestling championship!!!
“People Don’t Understand (People Like Me)” hits and out comes Lucas Swann, accompanied by his brother, SWANN. He has a certain cadence to his walk (it might remind you of Tetsuya Naito) as he drags the former FWA Professional Wrestling championship belt alongside him. He receives… a surprisingly mixed reaction? Obviously, the FWA fans are booing the living FUCK out of him, for all that he’s done (from attacking Duncan Aries, to stealing the Professional Wrestling championship, to destroying the Professional Wrestling championship), but the J-ROK fans? They seem relatively supportive of the younger Swann brother.
As Swann approaches the ring, he hops onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes, before walking to the middle of the ring and placing the broken title belt on the mat, before taking a knee, placing his right hand behind his back, and raising his right fist high in the air. After holding the pose for about 3-4 seconds, he grabs the belt, slaps the mat and hops back to his feet. He then backs into his corner and waits for his opponent… the REAL… champion of Professional Wrestling.
As the opening of "MayDay" by Digital Summer plays, ice blue light fills the entrance way as our denim jacket clad Professional Wrestling champion, Duncan Aries, has his back to us. He spins around, arms crossed, head cocked in a grin under Aviator shades… before the grin fades and turns into a disgusted sneer, as he looks down at the man who destroyed HIS championship
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.
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, the challenger, residing in Nagasaki, Japan, weighing in at 223 lbs… he is “Superstar” Lucas Swann!!!!
Lucas looks down at the broken championship belt in his hands… before lifting it above his head and looking across at Aries, before then flopping it over his shoulder.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent, hailing from San Diego, California, weighing in at 238 lbs, he… is the current FWA Professional Wrestling champion… “The Wild Card” DUNCAAAAN AAAARIES!!!!
Duncan shadow-kickboxes a little bit before leaning back in the corner.
Lucas drops the belt by the timekeeper’s desk, before stretching on the ropes. Aries does a bit more shadow-kickboxing, before referee Edgar Brown checks both men for foreign objects. Lucas turns up clean, as does Duncan. Then, Brown asks both men if they are ready. Lucas nods his head, and Duncan nods his. Edgar then calls for the match to officially begin, by signalling to Timekeeper Tim to ring the bell.
DING DING DING
Main Event (In highlight reel form)
FWA Professional Wrestling Championship Match; Singles Match
60 Minute Time Limit
Lucas Swann Vs. Duncan Aries (C.)
Official: Edgar Brown
Our main event contest starts out with a test of strength, which sees the older but heavier Duncan Aries win out and overpower the younger Swann brother. But, with the support of his brother, and the help of a kick to the gut, Lucas is able to escape and go for the roll up, which only gets a 1-count. The match then continues with both men getting to their feet, but trading various strikes (from hooks, to jabs, to elbows, to kicks) and Lucas even NAILING Duncan with a High Angle German Suplex! From there, Duncan rolls to the outside.
Lucas takes a dive to the outside and manages to NAIL Duncan, taking him right off his feet! He then brings him to his feet and the two men engage in a brawl, which sees Lucas smash Duncan’s face off the ring apron (which Late Night puts over on commentary as Lucas bashing Duncan’s face off “The Hardest Part of the Ring, there!!!”) and of course, Lucas hopping onto the ring apron and NAILING Duncan with the Hurricanrana… but NO!!!! Duncan reverses into a Powerbomb on the Ring Apron!
The two continue to brawl for a little bit as the referee’s count nears 10 (luckily, they’re playing under Japanese rules, and ring-out counts go to 20). Duncan picks Lucas up and RAMS him, backfirst, into the wall! He then picks him back up and NAILS him with the Alabama Slam. Duncan then tries to bring Lucas to his feet, but Lucas manages to fight him off and he NAILS him with a Tornado DDT!
They return to the ring (beating the ref’s count at 18) Lucas short arms Aries into a MASSIVE V-Trigger Knee Strike, before going for the pin once again… but only getting a 2-count. Eventually, Duncan would fight back, doing some SEVERE damage to the head, before trying to lock Lucas in the Ace of Spades (Crippler Crossface) but Lucas manages to roll through and kip up out of the hold and counter with a Cross Armbreaker of his own… but Duncan manages to roll him into a pinfall attempt, which is swiftly kicked out of and reversed BACK into the Cross Armbreaker.
The Finish:
After going nearly 40 minutes in that ring, leaving everything they have, we arrive at the end of the match. Lucas tries to go for Pure Stardom… and HE GETS IT!!! It’s over!! He goes for the pin…
1.
2.
3, new champ… NO!!!! Aries manages to grab the bottom rope!
Lucas looks absolutely incensed! He had that won, but due to his own inhibitions, he did not notice just how close to the ropes Duncan was. Lucas picks him up and goes to NAIL him with the Pure Stardom… but Aries reverses into the Culmination (Front Slam Swung Into Rock Bottom)!!! He goes for the pin...
1.
2.
3, Aries retains… NO!!!! At the last possible second, Lucas shoulder SHOOTS up!! And Aries cannot believe it!
Aries then gets up, grabs Lucas by the hair, pulls him to his feet and once again pulls him in, NAILING him with the Culmination… but he keeps hold of him, hitting him with ANOTHER Culmination… AND HE KEEPS HOLD OF HIM AGAIN, swinging him into ANOTHER Culmination!! Lucas has GOT to be broken in half, as Duncan, at long last goes for the pin!
1.
2.
3… NO!!! Once again, Lucas’s shoulder SHOOTS up… but Aries is having NONE of it, as he grabs Lucas’s shoulder, transitioning it into the Ace of Spades (Crippler Crossface) once again!!!!
Lucas fights and fights to escape the hold, but it’s no use as Aries REFUSES to let go… not until Lucas gives up. Lucas REFUSES to give up… but eventually, all the pain that Aries has inflicted, all the suffering that Lucas has done… it all comes to a head, and Lucas passes out while in the hold. Edgar Brown checks on him, as Aries continues to wrench the hold… and Edgar rules that Lucas can no longer go on, as he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner by submission, AAAAND STILL the FWA Professional Wrestling champion... “The Wild Card” DUNCAN ARIES!!!!
From there, Aries gets up, unsatisfied with Lucas passing out, he BOOTS Lucas in the head, trying to wake him up. Once Lucas is awake, he slaps the Ace of Spades back on as Edgar tries to get Aries to break the hold, but Aries will not rest until Lucas has tapped out. Eventually, SWANN slides into the ring and breaks the hold up, fighting Duncan out of the ring and making sure he STAYS out, as medical personnel rushes out to help Lucas. They get him onto their shoulders, with one arm around each, and they try to help him… but he SHOVES them away, refusing to be helped, and instead he exits the ring on his own, with his older brother following closely behind. On their way out, Lucas and SWANN turn back to look over the audience, who are showering them with cheers and admiration at this point in time. At that point, they head to the back, as the show comes to a close.
THE LIGHTS CUT OUT!
The 2,400 fans in attendance jump to their feet in anticipation, murmurs of a ghostly return in the pitch black silence. The titantron flickers, as though being overrun by something - or someone. The darkness, deafening.
A wailing sound is heard, a distorted voice of a thousand cries. Running water, louder, then quieter, like the breaking of waves upon a rocky shore. A heartbeat, a lonesome thud in the emptiness of sorrow.
O U A P W H T U O W
White text appears over the top of the glitching, its colour almost blinding to the eye. It moves around, realigns itself - until finally, it fixes itself on the words:
Y O U R E A P W H A T Y O U S O W
The glitching cuts out. A blank screen. A dark venue. A roaring crowd.
LONG. LIVE. THE. KING.
The venue explodes into a thunderous pop! A single spotlight reveals itself atop the shaking ramp as a golden crown sits courteously atop it. No one can believe the sight, nor the familiar sound of music that warns of his approach. He is back. A boot appears through the darkness and stomps upon the crown as it shatters into a million pieces.
LONG. LIVE. BRAD. SWANN.
Through the darkness he arrives, standing lonesome in the spotlight of the ramp. Two blind eyes. A wicked grin upon his evil face.
You may assume the war is over. You may assume it is all done.
Swann would smirk through the grin, his bright white eyes shining. In his hand a piece of paper.
This war isn't done until I say it is, for I am now at the forefront of your conflict. I am the King of this chaos, your new-found Shogun of war. For years I have crippled promotions from the inside out, for years I have found myself at the epicentre of power. Tonight, on my return to the living, this shall be no different. I am back. With it, I bring the power.
He would slightly cackle, his voice croaky and old.
The power to bring down J-ROK, once and for all.
He would unravel the paper, revealing inside of it a contract signed by the King himself.
When I capture that Visual Kei Championship I will be taking it to my new home.
The camera would pan to the top of the page, the big bold letters of the FWA:
Fullmetal Wrestling Alliance, I am your new King. I won't be taking the power through politics, I will be taking it through force.
Bend the Knee; Long may I reign.
He would drop the contract as it floated away in the darkness, a wicked grin upon his evil facade. The King is back from the land of the dead, and with it, a new playground for him to play.
The 2,400 fans in attendance jump to their feet in anticipation, murmurs of a ghostly return in the pitch black silence. The titantron flickers, as though being overrun by something - or someone. The darkness, deafening.
A wailing sound is heard, a distorted voice of a thousand cries. Running water, louder, then quieter, like the breaking of waves upon a rocky shore. A heartbeat, a lonesome thud in the emptiness of sorrow.
O U A P W H T U O W
White text appears over the top of the glitching, its colour almost blinding to the eye. It moves around, realigns itself - until finally, it fixes itself on the words:
Y O U R E A P W H A T Y O U S O W
The glitching cuts out. A blank screen. A dark venue. A roaring crowd.
LONG. LIVE. THE. KING.
The venue explodes into a thunderous pop! A single spotlight reveals itself atop the shaking ramp as a golden crown sits courteously atop it. No one can believe the sight, nor the familiar sound of music that warns of his approach. He is back. A boot appears through the darkness and stomps upon the crown as it shatters into a million pieces.
LONG. LIVE. BRAD. SWANN.
Through the darkness he arrives, standing lonesome in the spotlight of the ramp. Two blind eyes. A wicked grin upon his evil face.
You may assume the war is over. You may assume it is all done.
Swann would smirk through the grin, his bright white eyes shining. In his hand a piece of paper.
This war isn't done until I say it is, for I am now at the forefront of your conflict. I am the King of this chaos, your new-found Shogun of war. For years I have crippled promotions from the inside out, for years I have found myself at the epicentre of power. Tonight, on my return to the living, this shall be no different. I am back. With it, I bring the power.
He would slightly cackle, his voice croaky and old.
The power to bring down J-ROK, once and for all.
He would unravel the paper, revealing inside of it a contract signed by the King himself.
When I capture that Visual Kei Championship I will be taking it to my new home.
The camera would pan to the top of the page, the big bold letters of the FWA:
Fullmetal Wrestling Alliance, I am your new King. I won't be taking the power through politics, I will be taking it through force.
Bend the Knee; Long may I reign.
He would drop the contract as it floated away in the darkness, a wicked grin upon his evil facade. The King is back from the land of the dead, and with it, a new playground for him to play.