FWA Presents: War For Supremacy

[Solomon Graham]

Location: The BRAND SPANKIN’ NEW FWA Warehouse in Toronto, Canada
Original Capacity: 18,000 fans (reduced by three quarters due to COVID)
COVID Capacity: 4,500
Date: February 28th, 2021

"You see Caesar?! Aldo was right! WAR HAS COME!!!"
-General Aldo, Battle For The Planet Of The Apes, 1974

[Solomon Graham]

We open on the ring and most everyone involved in this battle royal is already in the ring. Names like Richie Pump, Ai Moe, Carter West Jr., YUREI, Jessie Roberts, Himeko Hayashi, Lil Dunne, Jamie Lee Dunne, Novita, Skitzo! and Weeaboo Jones.


“Death Of Me” by RED hits and out comes Ian Dempsey. The man who’s been a mainstay of FWA’s since nearly the beginning. The first FWA Tag Team champion, the third Television champion, many accolades belong to this man… but now? He is the last recognized FWA Heritage champion, screwing Ashlee LeCroix over to win it. It seems as though he’s starting to change his tune, though, as he now has an opportunity to merge the Heritage title into the Professional title. He comes down to the ring with a mixed reaction following him down. He climbs the ring steps onto the ring apron, wipes his feet on the ring apron and steps between the ropes.

“How To Survive” hits and Jeff Gilliam comes out to a positive reaction from the fans. He slaps the hands of the fans in the audience on his way to the ring, before rolling in underneath the bottom rope upon reaching the ring. He looks around at the rest of his opponents before taking a spot closer to where the announce tables would normally be.

Then, “Man On The Moon” by REM hits and we hear the chorus.

If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon

And out comes a man with a fake-looking beard, dressed in a white long-sleeved t-shirt, black running shorts, white wrestling tights and ankle-high wrestling shoes.

If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool

He carries in his left arm the FWA Anarchy championship and walks as though he genuinely believes he is the cock of the walk. We see through his phony beard that he is indeed smiling. He calls for a mic and receives one quickly.

“Hogs and mouthbreathers of Toronto!!!”

The fans in the building boo the living shit outta this guy, whoever he is.

“My name… is Andrew. Jefferson. COUGHMAN!!!! And NO, I am NOT Andy Kaufman! What I am, however…”

He undoes the snaps on the Anarchy belt and holds it up.

:::ANDREW JEFFERSON COUGHMAN:::
Is your NEW FWA Anarchy champion!!! And I am SO MIGHTY, that NO MAN or God forbid, one of you pathetic WOMEN… has DARED challenge me! Because y’see, I’m from Hollywood! I have the brains, and I am the Gender Nonspecific Champion Of The World!!! I will win this COVID-Non-Friendly Battle Royal and I will TAKE that $10,000 cash prize! And then… you will ALL get the hygiene lesson you so DESPERATELY NEED!!!

From there, he walks down to the ring, climbs onto the ring apron, wipes his feet and steps in underneath the middle rope. Then, the three FWA Officials on the outside call for the bell.

DING DING DING

Pre-Show Match
Battle Royal

$10,000 cash prize

Andrew Jefferson Coughman
Ian Dempsey
Richie Pump
Ai Moe
Jeff Gilliam
Carter West Jr.
YUREI
Jessie Roberts
Himeko Hayashi
Lil Dunne
Jamie Lee Dunne
Novita
Skitzo!
Weeaboo Jones

The first elimination of the match came when Carter West Jr. and Jeff Gilliam scrapped it out and in the frenzy, Lil Dunne ran at ‘em, only to get sent flying over the top rope.

ELIMINATION: Lil Dunne

The second elimination came when Carter West Jr. and Jeff Gilliam had each other in the ropes. Back, forth, back forth, back, forth, until eventually Jeff Gilliam dumped Carter West out the ring.

ELIMINATION: Carter West Jr.

The third elimination came when Jessie Roberts was sent flying over the top rope by Ai Moe.

ELIMINATION: Jessie Roberts

The fourth elimination came when Jamie Lee Dunne tripped on his own shoelaces and tumbled over the top rope.

ELIMINATION: Jamie Lee Dunne

The fifth elimination came when Skitzo! and Weeaboo Jones had the jobberific showdown, with The Weeb taking the J-ROK Doom Metal strap from around his waist, holding it up and stating that “I AM THE JOBE AMONG JOBES-Desu!!!” and Skitzo! stating that “if u wanna be calld duh job among jobz, THEN YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” before booting Weeb in the face with a force that sent him flying over the top rope and to the ground, earning a big time pop from the audience.

ELIMINATION: Weeaboo Jones

The sixth elimination came when Richie Pump went to the top rope, attempting to hit the Money Shot… but a fan threw a beer can at him, resulting in him falling to the ringside area and getting eliminated.

That fan was promptly removed from the warehouse after being severely beaten (off) by Richie Pump.

“You DICK! You JACKED that from me! You SUCK!!!”

ELIMINATION: Richie Pump

The seventh elimination came when Himeko Hayashi was thrown out by Ian Dempsey.

ELIMINATION: Himeko Hayashi

The eighth elimination came when Skitzo! was tossed out by Ai Moe.

Upon being tossed out, Weeaboo Jones came back down to ringside and began whipping Skitzo! with the Doom Metal belt. The whips were apparently so weak that Skitzo! got up and chased him up the ramp and to the back.

ELIMINATION: Skitzo!

The ninth and tenth elimination came when Novita and YUREI were getting into a scrap and took each other out of the equation.

ELIMINATION: Novita and YUREI

And now we’re down to the final four. Jeff Gilliam, Ai Moe, Ian Dempsey and Andrew Jefferson Coughman (whom, the minute ANY attention was turned his way, always ducked out of the ring to avoid trouble).

The eleventh elimination came when Ian and Jeff got into a scrap and Ian threw Jeff over the top rope to eliminate him.

ELIMINATION: Jeff Gilliam

The twelfth came when Andrew Jefferson Coughman tried to sneak one out of Ai Moe… but Ai Moe managed to avoid it and, seeing an opportunity, rolled Coughman right up! Realizing the Anarchy title was also on the line via pinfall, Mark Hill slid into the ring and counted the pin!

1.

2.

3!!!

NEW ANARCHY CHAMPION: Ai Moe

Big time pop from the fans as Ai then got Coughman to his feet and tossed him right over the top rope.

And of course, Coughman threw a fit when he got eliminated, threatening to SUE Mark Hill for costing him big, before storming off to the back.

ELIMINATION: Andrew Jefferson Coughman

And at last, we were down to the final two. Ai Moe and Ian Dempsey. They go about five minutes, trading strikes, grapples and other moves back forth, each one constantly trying to eliminate the other. Eventually, the end came when Ai attempted to throw Ian over the top rope, but Ian reversed it and sent Ai flying over that top rope to win the whole caboodle.

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner, the last ever FWA Heritage champion… “THE FRANCHISE” IAN DEMPSEY!!!!

“Death Of Me” plays as Ian looks over the top rope down at Ai. It’s almost like he’s caught in a trance… but eventually, as she looks up at him from the ground, exhausted from all the fighting… he gives her a nod of respect, which she returns to him in kind. He then moves away from that side of the ring, retrieves his belt from ringside and hoists it high above him in the air, before rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp. He slaps a few of the fan’s hands on his way up, but all of them.

The referees attend to Ai and make sure she’s okay. She didn’t take that bad of a tumble, but accidents and injuries can and do happen, so you always have to make sure. “I’m okay, just tired” she says and Glenn Morgan shoots up and yells to the audience “SHE’S OKAY!!!” to which they respond with thunderous applause.

[Solomon Graham]

“Defeated” plays as we see a video package of some of the greater highlights from FWA’s past.

Blair Sigma sending Solomon Graham crashing into the cage of the electric prison.

Duncan Aries refusing to let Lucas Swann out of the Crippler Crossface

FM Young showing up in FWA.

Paul Wilson bringing the chair down across Skitzo’s back and neck, before raising the Television title over his head.

The members of The Apex (Solomon Graham, Donald Dream, Ian Dempsey and Blair Sigma) standing mighty and tall over their fallen babyface rivals.

And lastly, a montage of several different champions (from Evan Starr with the original FWA Championship, to Ava Cannon with the Heritage championship) hoisting their title belts above their heads proudly, before finally we go to the ring. The fans are going crazy, chants of “FWA” and other such chants are wringing all throughout the arena, as we hear the chorus play throughout the arena.

As I fight for one last prayer
I keep holding on
No love to believe in
As I drag the Devil down
I will stand alone
No longer defeated

And then, we hear a very familiar voice.

::JAMES WILLIS::
Greetings and salutations, wrestling fans! It is good to be back on FWA Programming after a five month hiatus! A belated happy new year, Groundhog Day and Valentine’s wishes to you all. I am joined tonight at the broadcast booth by my broadcast partner, “Late Night” Allen Graham, and Late Night, I know you’re just as excited as I am to be back on the airwaves!

::LATE NIGHT::
Indeed, pal!! I’ve been looking forward to this day, the day where I would give you all the gift of my gab!

::JAMES WILLIS::
I don’t think you realize how dirty that sounds.

::LATE NIGHT::
I don’t care either, pal.

::JAMES WILLIS::
Well, in any case, we have an incredible card for you tonight, folks, featuring talent from all across the XHF Network! To open tonight’s show, we have a--- wait, what?

::LATE NIGHT::
Hmmm?

::JAMES WILLIS::
Okay! Okay… OKAY!!

::LATE NIGHT::
What up, Sexy Bitch?

::JAMES WILLIS::
What did you just call me?

::LATE NIGHT::
Huh?

::JAMES WILLIS::
Uhhh... y’know what? Not important. I just received word your son, Solomon Graham, wants to come out and address the fans!

::LATE NIGHT::
Oooh, that should be fun! Alright, let’s get to it then! SON!!!! Get yer ass out here and say whatcha gotta say, Goddammit!!

Solomon comes down to the ring. No theme music or theatrics, just himself and a much larger, taller black gentleman behind him, dressed in all black.

Upon reaching the ring, Solomon climbs the ring steps, wipes his feet and enters the ring, the gentleman behind him following suit. Solomon already has a mic in hand, so he doesn’t need to call for one.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Well, now… ain’t this a beautiful sight!!! HOW YA DOIN’ TONIGHT, FOLKS?!

A very loud cheer from the audience.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Such good shit, never gets old! Now… I’ll cut to the chase. You’re probably wondering who this guy is.

We hear from the audience the phrase “who, who?” repeated over and over in a higher pitch.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Well, his name is Marcellus, and he is the FWA’s new enforcer, here to make sure that any trouble afoot is stopped IMMEDIATELY, and any outsiders trying to invade and cost us, brought to justice!!

The fans pop big time! Already, Marcellus is proving quite popular with the audience. Marcellus acknowledges the audience… but his expression remains serious.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Now, for a bit of bad news. Y’all remember how I fired Matt Noble?

The fans boo at the sound of Noble’s name, and groaning can be heard from people who know what’s coming next.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Yep. I have zero control over this. Either I allow Noble to continue being a referee on our shows, or else the funds will be pulled and we’ll lose everything. As such… I hereby reinstate Matt Noble as an FWA Official.

More booing from the audience, who start a chant of...

“FUCK MATT NOBLE!!!!” *clap, clap, clap clap clap* “FUCK MATT NOBLE!!!!” *clap, clap, clap clap clap*

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Trust me, I know. He’s a piece of shit for selling out and costing me against Dylan Black. Don’t worry, though. Noble will get his soon enough, I promise you all.

To this, the fans seem assuaged.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
And lastly, I’d like to address my opponent tonight. Adrien Cochrane…

A big time pop from the audience.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Adrien, tonight you and I will face off in what will prove to be a momentous occasion, for tonight is the night that I beat you into joining my roster! Y’see, Adrien, I’ve been looking for a guy like you. I thought we had it with Evan Starr, I thought we had it with Ava Cannon… but you, Adrien? You are the guy. You are that special someone, that special someone to boost ratings, to "DRAW US MONEY" as my father would put it. That special someone that we need on this roster, to help build us up from the ground and help get us back to what we used to be: The SINGLE most legit place around!

Another big time pop from the audience.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
You’re gonna get a hell of a fight from me. But win, lose or draw, it will be nothing but a good, clean fight. You have my absolute word on that. Now, if you’ll all excuse me… I have to go get changed and I have a show to run!!! Please, enjoy the following contest!

From there, Graham exits to a chorus of “Thank You Graham!” chants.

[Solomon Graham]

Cheyenne Graham: The following contest is a Big Hoss match and is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger with his manager, Marcus Anderson, he is Tarrasque!

Over in his corner, Tarrasque raises his hands and roars to the crowd who roar back.

::JAMES WILLIS::
I wonder if Tarrasque has any ring rust since he has been out of work since leaving the AWF.

::LATE NIGHT::
He doesn’t look like it. He looks like he’s in the best shape of his life still. I would imagine that he’s stayed on his workout routine even while off.

Cheyenne Graham: And his opponent...Grimace Jr!

::JAMES WILLIS::
Grimace Jr has been off since CW has been on hiatus.

::LATE NIGHT::
Grimace Jr looks like he’s still in shape as well. Round is a shape, right?

::JAMES WILLIS::
As big as Tarrasque is, even he gives up a couple hundred pounds or so to Grimace Jr. I wonder how well Tarrasque can do in this?

::LATE NIGHT::
One way to find out.

Opening Match
Tarrasque vs. Grimace Jr.
Time Limit: 15 minutes
Official: Mark Hill

As the bell sounds to start the match, Tarrasque and Grimace Jr begin circling around one another while looking for an opening by which to attack. Grimace puts a hand into the air, a clear challenge for a test of strength. Tarrasque haltingly accepts with one hand and then the other. Grimace Jr puts his weight into the equation, driving Tarrasque down to his knees in an instant. He keeps the pressure on, laughing at Tarrasque.

Grimace Jr: EY YO CHICO!!! Who deh strong one now, huh? One more... FOR THE FAT GUY!!!

Tarrasque growls and begins pushing back up.

Tarrasque: Me am strong!

::LATE NIGHT::
Looks like Grimace Jr’s weight might not be an advantage after all.

Tarrasque pushes so that he’s back to his feet. He wrangles with Grimace for a moment before breaking the test of strength, picking him up, and body slamming him to the mat with a thunderous crash.

Tarrasque goes in for a stomp, but Grimace Jr rolls out of the way and to his feet. Grimace goes to the ropes, coming back with a shoulder charge that sends Tarrasque to the mat. Grimace Jr jumps up into the air and goes for a splash, but Tarrasque rolls out of the way.

::JAMES WILLIS::
Bit early for risky moves, isn’t it?

::LATE NIGHT::
Just a bit.

Tarrasque gets to his feet, meeting the rising Grimace Jr with a punch to the side of the head. Grimace smiles at the impact, it only turns his head slightly. He fires back with a punch of his own and it’s on as the two exchange vicious punches back and forth. This continues until Grimace Jr staggers backwards a few steps, stunned by an uppercut. Tarrasque gets him up into a press slam position and hurls him from the ring like a dart!

::JAMES WILLIS::
Whoa!

::LATE NIGHT::
Holy crap! You see the power that Tarrasque has?

Tarrasque waits a couple of moments as Grimace Jr gets to his feet and begins to run across the ring. Tarrasque dives over the ropes, but is caught by Grimace Jr and sent head first into the security railing, sending it back a row or two.

::LATE NIGHT::
What a sickening impact!

::JAMES WILLIS::
He’s going to be feeling that in the morning.

Grimace Jr drags up the now bleeding Tarrasque to his feet and sends him head first into the ring post. Tarrasque falls to the floor, leaving a bloody impact print on the ring post. Grimace Jr steps into the ring and smiles as the referee begins to count Tarrasque out.

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...Tarrasque rolls back into the ring.

Grimace Jr pulls Tarrasque up to his feet and hits a vicious head but before spinning the stunned Tarrasque around to apply a full Nelson that he converts into a full Nelson slam!

::LATE NIGHT::
The Holy Spirit That is Ronald McDonald!

::JAMES WILLIS::
Huh?!

::LATE NIGHT::
That’s the name of that move, pal.

::JAMES WILLIS::
Oh right. I knew that.

::LATE NIGHT::
You should, Goddammit, it's your job!

Tarrasque gets back up, blood running down his face and onto his chest. Grimace Jr hits a few big man chops, sending Tarrasque staggering backwards into the ropes. Grimace Jr runs at him to go for a clothesline, but Tarrasque steps into him, hitting a huge back drop that sends Grimace Jr sailing over the top rope where he smashes against the ring apron and then onto the floor.

Tarrasque slides out of the ring, grabbing Grimace Jr, and sending him into the ring steps head first to demolish them. He picks up the top portion of the ring steps and brings it down against Grimace Jr’s head with a sickening thud. Tarrasque throws the steps to the side and rolls into the ring for the ref to begin counting.

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...Grimace Jr rolls into the ring.

::JAMES WILLIS::
Oh my. Grimace Jr’s mask is torn at his forehead and bleeding.

::LATE NIGHT::
I’m surprised that he was able to get back into the ring.

Tarrasque kicks Grimace Jr in the gut and power bombs him in the center of the ring! He grabs Grimace Jr by the marbles. He twists and pulls! It doesn’t take Grimace Jr long at all to tap out.

Cheyenne Graham: Winner of this match via submission...Tarrasque!

::LATE NIGHT::
I don’t think I ever want to have to face Tarrasque if he’s going to try to pick me up by the nuts.

::JAMES WILLIS::
You and I certainly agree on that one.

[Solomon Graham]

We fade in on a hustling and bustling hallway backstage. Dylan Black is making his way down the hall, carrying a bag over his shoulder. He passes a face familiar to the XHF audience, but one he doesn’t immediately recognize.

Adrien Cochrane: And there he is. The man, the myth, the legend, perhaps the greatest XHF X*Crown Champion… Dylan Black. It’s been a minute.

Dylan Black: Adrien Cochrane. The biggest free man hopping around my network. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Adrien Cochrane: You flatter me, Dylan. But while this encounter was completely by chance, I am glad it did because I do have some business to discuss with you. And I feel the best way to go about said business is to do so in a man-to-man manner in person. It’s the honorable and respectful way to do business, in my opinion.

Dylan Black: I’m a busy man, but I can make the time for such a polite man. What’s on your mind, sport?

Adrien Cochrane sets down his duffle bag on the floor before unzipping it. Inside his luggage rested a possession of his… something he held onto for a few years since the company that it represented closed down…

Adrien Cochrane: This…

The item is revealed to be a championship belt from somewhere not associated to the XHF Network.

Adrien Cochrane: ...is the New Generation Wrestling Championship. This is a world title that I won on July 8th, 2018 against a man competing later tonight. I defended it once on the final NGW show two weeks later. The company closed after that show. Here, have a look…

Cochrane hands Dylan Black the championship belt he won from Johnny Maverick almost three years ago. Dylan takes the belt, with an eyebrow raised. It takes a second, but it clicks what Adrien is putting down.

Dylan Black: “There’s always more titles to add.” Are you sure you want to do this here? Now? Against the, how you say, ‘greatest XHF X*Crown Champion?’

Adrien gives Dylan a warm smile before replying.

Adrien Cochrane: Do you remember what I told you when we first met in that huge mess that was going on for the FWA Anarchy Title? I wanted to see how we stack up in a real fight. That remains true, Dylan. There is no greater test than going against someone who is showing themselves to be one of the best champions I’ve seen, in the middle of a historic run. To face you with your belt on the line, even if it ends up being for nought, is still a test to prove just where I am. If I lose, then you add another name to your list of defeated contenders. And you add this…

The Dropkick King pats the NGW Title, which is still in Dylan’s hands.

Adrien Cochrane: …To the biggest prize in all of wrestling. Meanwhile, I get the chance to prove that I do #Believe in myself, to step up when the chips are down. This belt has been in my home since the company closed, almost never leaving my fireplace mantel. It deserves better than that. It deserves to be something bigger than just a display in my living room. I want NGW to live on… and I would love an opportunity to have a match with you, just me… and you.

The X*Crown Champion smiles, and hands the NGW Championship back to its owner, the smile quickly fading.

Dylan Black: Truly, I am honored you would desire to put forth your title to challenge for mine. I would love the chance to take you one, mano-e-mano. Belt or no belts on the line, I am going to give you the match of your life.

He sticks his hand out for a handshake. Adrien gives a quick nod before shaking the extended hand.

Adrien Cochrane: That is the only thing I could ask for, Dylan: the match of my life. So you got yourself a match tonight. I don’t want to take too much more of your time. I got a match of mine own tonight as well, after all. So good luck tonight, Dylan. I’ll be watching.

Dylan offers a nod of his own.

Dylan Black: To you as well. We’ll both have a lot on our plates tonight.

Adrien Cochrane: Yeah. But let’s just say that I #Believe in Dylan Black tonight. Go get ‘em.

Dylan lets out a chuckle, and heads off down the hall to prepare for his match.

[Solomon Graham]

Cheyenne Graham: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from New York City, NY…”Spoiled” Summer Page!

Summer Page walks to the center of the ring with her arms out at the side, really seeming to enjoy the boos from the fans. She heads back to her corner.

James Willis: I wonder why Summer Page goes by the nickname of Spoiled?

Late Night: Probably because she gets what she wants in life from her daddy?

James Willis: Uhhh… you gave your children everything in Pro Wrestling.

Late Night: Not everything! Just the good shit.

Cheyenne Graham: And in this corner, hailing from Seville, Spain, “The Tiger Of The FWA” F.M. Young!

FM Young stands up in the corner onto the middle turnbuckle, accepting the cheers from the crowd.

James Willis: FM Young is one tough chick, lemme tell ya!

Late Night: Indeed! She’s over there, kickin’ ass in IWA: NORTH right now, too.

James Willis: Yet she hasn’t won a match in FWA yet. Hopefully she can turn that around tonight, eh?

Late Night: No shit, pal!

Cheyenne Graham: And the third opponent, accompanied by Wayne Graham and Kiran Link, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada…”Beautiful and Dangerous” Ava Cannon!

Ava Cannon puts a single hand into the air as if she were collecting the cheers from the fans.

James Willis: Ava Cannon. An FWA Original, finally back inside this ring to compete once again.

Late Night: Yep! A former champion in her own right, having previously held the Heritage title. Then, in a match against Liam Bradley, she was screwed over by that DAMN DIRTY INVESTOR!!!

James Willis: EASY OLIVIER!!! You don’t wanna lose your job, do you?!

Late Night: As long as my kid’s in charge, I ain’t gonna lose a DAMN thing for what I say!

The bell sounds to start the match…

DING DING DING

And the three women begin to circle each other in the center of the ring to find an opening by which to attack.

Match No. 2
F.M. Young vs. Ava Cannon vs. Summer Page
Women's Division Showcase

The action here is VERY hardhitting, on the part of Ava Cannon and FM Young… but mostly cowardly on the part of Summer Page. It seems she wants NO part of what Ava or FM are offering, mostly staying on the outside of the ring and picking her spots when she needs to.

A particular highlight came when Ava and FM were exchanging punches…

Ava!

FM!

Ava!

FM!

Ava!

FM!

But before they can finish, Summer interrupts, NAILING Ava with the Sweet & Sassy (Frankensteiner). When FM tries to grab a hold of her, Summer NAILS her with the Total Knockout (Superkick).

Then, upon the haze of FM being knocked out, Summer grabs her by the head, pulls her in and NAILS her with Pure Perfection (Perfect Plex), before going for the pin.

1.

2.

Ava tries to break it up, but…

3!!!

She’s too late.

James Willis: HOLY SHIT!!!

Late Night: She pulled through!!

Cheyenne Graham: Here is your winner, “SPOILED” SUMMER PAGE!!!!

Referee Glenn Morgan raises her hand and she quickly rolls out of the ring, as “S&M” plays her to the back.

James Willis: I don’t think Ava Cannon really knows what to say. Her and FM just got played like fiddles.

Late Night: Yeah. Look at the look on her face. She can’t believe this.

Ava stands up, absolutely gobsmacked at what just happened. FM, however, doesn’t take as kindly to this loss. In a fit of rage, she attacks Ava from behind, mounting her and nailing her with a series of rabbit punches.

James Willis: NO!!!!

Late Night: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!!

Kiran, the young boy of Ava Cannon, tries to step in and stop her… but FM only grows more aggravated, tackling Kiran and mounting him, too, nailing him with another flurry of rabbit punches.

James Willis: FM, seemingly having grown frustrated over her last couple of matches, and it’s built up to this!

Late Night: Goddamn! I can sympathize with being frustrated over not earning a victory, but she’s only had three matches in FWA and even then, this is not the way to go about it.

James Willis: Yeah. And poor Kiran Link, now having to suffer the consequences, all for stepping to defend his mentor.

Finally, she gets Ava to her feet and NAILS her with the Human Error Processor (Assault Driver), before getting Kiran to his feet and delivering him much of the same.

James Willis: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, DAMMIT!!!

Late Night: Somebody better call the Paramedics, Goddammit!! These two need serious help!

Wayne Graham is panicking at ringside, unsure of what to do… before finally, FM leaves the ring, and the fans in the building in a stunned silence. How could she do this?

[Solomon Graham]

The speakers let out the beginning synth beats of "Kingslayer" by Bring Me The Horizon and BABYMETAL erupts through the PA System as the lights shine a purple hue around the arena, the fans within the arena rain down with cheers with the lights shining down now with a purple hue and the one singular white spotlight continuing to shine down onto the entrance curtain. Soon, the entrance curtain pulls back, and out steps Jason Long- a smile on his face as he soaks in that crowd reaction.

"Hi, are you looking for the other side?
Feel like nothing ever seems quite right?
Are you circling the drain pipe, getting off on pain like
You're corrupted?
I need to know where your loyalties lie
Tell me, are you gonna bark or bite?
Do you really want to twist the knife
In the belly of the monster?"

Jason looks out to the crowd, keeping that smile on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp with his arms stretched out wide, soaking in all of the cheers that rain down onto him. Flames shoot up each side of The King as raises his leg and slam his foot down to the metal floor, setting off the large explosion of pyrotechnics behind him and allowing the crowd to enjoy the view. Jason makes his way down the ramp, hitting the hands of every fan that reach out to him, as he looks into the ring and sees his opponent- a smile growing on his face as he touches down at ringside and circles around the ring, sliding across the ring apron on his right knee before turning his body and looking out to the crowd. Jason stands up on the ring apron, leaning back against the ropes and keeping his right arm along the top rope as he points out to the crowd and hastily makes his way into the ring and into the closest corner to him where he leaps onto the second rope.

"Kingslayer
Destroying castles in the sky
Kingslayer
Forevermore the apple of my eye
I'd sacrifice my life to find you
Angel of the flame
Kingslayer
Come and collect us from the night"

Jason places his left foot on the top rope as he stretches his arms out once again, letting out a loud "YEAH!" to the crowd as he brings his arms down and slips out of his black leather jacket, throwing it down to the ringside crew and climbing up to the top rope before doing a backflip down to the mat where he nails the perfect landing. Jason turns to face his opponent and then backs himself into the corner, waiting for the bell to ring.



The lights go dark and the tron is interrupted by static followed by SMPTE color bars. A robotic voice speaks.

‘YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING HAS BEEN INTERRUPTED TO BRING YOU THE FOLLOWING FUCKERY’

The opening of 'Subtle Hustle' heralds the arrival of five men in hoodies. The one in the enter sticks his arms out.

'Back again with a quickness, pick it up, pick it up.
Master arithmeticness, light it up, light it up.
I got the heat in both feets, snake handler's hands.
Come back with slickness and do it all again.'

The Hoodie Ninjas on either side of the one in the center assist him in removing the hoodie to reveal it is in fact Johnny Maverick. Free of the Hoodie, two Hoodie Ninjas place Johnny's fight gloves on each of his hands. Another steps in to put Johnny's mouthguard in his mouth before the final Hoodie Ninja gives Johnny a water bottle. Johnny dismisses them all and begins to strut to the ring.

'My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.
My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.'

Johnny struts and sways his way to the ring, reaching out to slap hands with a few of the fans on his way to the ring.

'Now I'm the media's darling, pick it up, pick it up.
An international phenomenon, light it up, light it up.
I cause eclipses with a wave of the hand.
Let them hang in ellipses and do it all again.'

Johnny reaches the ring and climbs up the steps, but stops on the apron and turns to face the audience. He stops to lean back against the ropes and basks in the cheers of the crowd with his eyes closed for a few moments before turning and climbing into the ring through the middle rope.

'My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.
My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.'

Johnny heads to his corner and hops up to the middle turnbuckle, doing his 'magic fingers' psychic gesture to the audience before gesturing to his third eye. He hops down from the turnbuckle and casually leans back against his corner.

'I got your number. I steal your thunder.
I got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm.
I got your number. I steal your thunder.
I got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm'

Match No. 3
Jason “Maverick” Long vs Johnny Maverick
Time Limit: 15 minutes
Official: Edgar Brown

The crowd looked on at the two Mavericks with anticipation as Johnny had his mouthguard in his mouth with “Punch Here” written on it. Jason tries to oblige as soon as the bell rings, but the wily veteran redirects the punch into the corner and Long finds himself in a bind early in the match.

::LATE NIGHT::
Score one for the outsider Maverick!

::JAMES WILLIS::
We’ve seen so many Maverick vs. Maverick matches that this one is just messing with my head. But Johnny has control here at the beginning of the match.

Long takes a few suplexes from Maverick before he is able to turn the tide with a leap frog into a one-arm bulldog. Before Johnny could do anything more, Jason lands a Devil Trigger on the back on Johnny’s head, leading to a two count from Brown. While this is going on, Willis and Late Night have noticed Johnny Maverick’s companions to the ring.

::LATE NIGHT::
So what exactly are these masked men at ringside right now and why is one staring at me?

::JAMES WILLIS::
According to my research packet on Johnny Maverick, these are his hoodie ninjas. They go with him everywhere. And they tend to be everywhere Johnny needs an eye on things.

::LATE NIGHT::
Okay, but why is one staring at me? Those eyes are really giving me some anxiety.

::JAMES WILLIS::
Maybe Johnny wants that one to keep an eye on you.

Long keeps his offense up after a shining wizard gives him another two count and his ripcord discus lariat called the Kingmaker gives him yet another two count. That’s when the whole building began to understand “Never Give Up, Never Surrender, Never Relent” as Johnny finally capitalizes on Jason Long’s frustrations when he lets his guard down just a little too much on an attempted Fallen Kingdom. Maverick is back up and lands a running shotei to the former Maverick, also known as the OFMF!

::JAMES WILLIS::
And there goes the former NGW Champion!

::LATE NIGHT::
What champion?

::JAMES WILLIS::
The belt being used to challenge Dylan Black next month! Johnny used to hold it too.

Long tries to fight back with a suplex but the suplexiest suplex from Johnny Maverick slams him hard to the mat and leads to a two count. Maverick shows off his arsenal of suplexes by hitting a belly-to-belly, german, northern lights, and finally a brainbuster on Jason Long. Another pin and another two count.

::JAMES WILLIS::
And the brainbuster gets Johnny a two count!

::LATE NIGHT::
How many suplexes is this guy gonna do?

::JAMES WILLIS::
All of them, I guess.

The former Destiny Champion finally strikes back with a slingshot cutter on Johnny. Another two count. The timekeeper warns the match that there is only two minutes to go before the match goes to a draw. This makes Long attempt the Kingslayer, but Johnny counters into an armbar. As soon as Long gets the bottom rope, Johnny Maverick seems to ready a knee pad that has “Hello Kitty” on it. As soon as Long gets up, that Hello Kitty kneepad connects with Jason Long’s temple. With 20 seconds to go, this move, known as the Third Eye Opener, finally leads to a three count and a victory for the XHF outsider.

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner… JOHNNY MAVERICK!!

::LATE NIGHT::
Okay, cool. Johnny won. Match is over. Get this hoodie ninja away from me! It’s unnerving!

::JAMES WILLIS::
I mean, maybe he will keep watching you and you just won’t know it. Either way, what a victory by Johnny Maverick to get the pinfall victory over the former X*Crown Champion. That will go a long way to giving Johnny Maverick a start to his network career if he chooses to stick around!

[Solomon Graham]

We see two nameless members of the staff team come out and roll out a red carpet all the way down to the ring, and then...



Ghost’s “Majesty” plays, and everyone boos, knowing what comes next. Out comes Cliff Maxwell, who is wearing his trademark scarf and shades, accompanied by two men dressed in black. We see that he is not only surrounded by pretty girls but we also see that the Paparazzi is following him.

DING DING DING

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, wrestling out of Orlando, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is “The Boss”... CLIFF! MAXWELL!!!!

He makes his way down to the ring, going for high fives from the fans, but pulls away at the last second, causing hatred from the fans. He climbs the ring steps, wipes his feet on the ring apron and steps through the ropes.

He then climbs the turnbuckle and does the universally known gesture for “Up Yours!!” before jumping off the turnbuckle, spinning in mid air, landing feet first and facing the turnbuckle opposite him and leaning against the turnbuckle he just jumped from.



The drum fill followed by the opening guitar riff for the title track off the fourth studio album by Canadian punk band Sum 41 begins to blare on the PA system. The fans cheer as the lights go dark and a single spotlight appears on the ramp.

One, two, three, four

The rest of the band joins the guitar as Adam Sanders emerges behind the curtain. The fans give the Awkward One loud cheers as the spotlight follows his trek towards the ring.

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent. From Grand Rapids, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds, he is the Awkward One… ADAM SANDERS!!

Well, I won’t be caught living in a dead end job
While praying to my government guns and gods
Now it’s us against them, we’re here to represent
And spit right in the face of the establishment!

Sanders walks up the stairs, walks down the apron a bit and puts both arms in the air. The fans continue to give loud cheers for the AWF competitor as he steps between the top and middle rope to enter the ring. He steps on the opposite turnbuckle, the chorus of the song becomes the backdrop for him to hop back into the ring.

Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control.
And we don't need anything from you,
'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you

Match No. 4
“The Awkward One” Adam Sanders (w/Eddie Walker) vs. “The Boss” Cliff Maxwell (w/Cliff’s associates)
Time Limit: 15 minutes
Official: Glenn Morgan

This match is on a fairly even kilter. Cliff Maxwell has his two associates at ringside, and so is Eddie Walker (in Adam’s corner). Adam fights clean and pulls out every possible stop… but Cliff’s dirty tactics are slightly too much for him to keep up with. Cliff’s associates keep tripping Adam anytime he’s sent into the ropes, or anytime he tries to run into the ropes, thus cutting off his momentum.

::JAMES WILLIS::
Those sons of bitches! He can’t stop cheating!

::LATE NIGHT::
Well, Goddamn pal! What do you expect from Cliff Maxwell? He’s had everything handed to him in life, even the ability to train at the Graham Family Academy. And now, when things aren’t going his way, he’s making sure it does by doing whatever it takes.

::JAMES::
Goddamn it...

The end of the match comes when Adam hits This Is Awkward (Vertical Suplex Piledriver), before going for the pin… only for one of Cliff’s associates (a bald man with a cool-looking handlebar mustache) to reach into the ring, grab referee Glenn Morgan’s ankle and yank him out of the ring at the count of two.

::JAMES WILLIS::
NO!!!! Adam had the match won!!

::LATE NIGHT::
That bald bastard!!

From there, the other one enters the ring as Adam is getting to his feet and BOOTS him back down to the mat and stomps down on him. Eddie tries to go to the other side of the ring and get Glenn Morgan back to his feet… only for the bald gentlemen to utilize his size to intimidate Eddie into backing away from the situation… before turning and BOOTING Glenn Morgan in the head when Eddie’s far enough back.

::JAMES WILLIS::
I can’t believe what I’m seeing!!! You NEVER lay hands on an official, NEVER!

::LATE NIGHT::
As much as I may play devil’s advocate, that’s uncalled for, Goddammit!!

He then slides into the ring and assists in the beatdown, lifting Adam to his feet and getting him into a wheelbarrow position… but WAIT!!! Down to the ring comes Marcellus, the new enforcer of the FWA! He runs down to the ring (in the process, accidentally knocking Eddie Walker to the ground), sliding into the ring and SPEARING the other associate to the ground! The Bald one then tries to clothesline him… only to have it transitioned into a Half Nelson Suplex!! Marcellus then boots both men out of the ring before exiting the ring himself.

::JAMES WILLIS::
YES!!!! Kick his ass, Marcellus! KICK. HIS. ASS!!!

::LATE NIGHT::
It’s about Goddamn TIME somebody stepped in and did something!!!

::JAMES WILLIS::
And now look! He’s helping Glenn Morgan back into the ring!

After exiting, he helps Glenn wake up, get back to his feet and back into the ring. Just as he does, Adam crawls back on top of Cliff and goes for the pin again.

1.

2.

3.

DING DING DING

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner by pinfall, ADAM SANDERS!!!!

Adam gets to his feet and Glenn Morgan raises his hand. On his way back up the ramp, Marcellus notices Eddie Walker on his hands and knees, looking slightly hurt. A look of realization comes over his face and we hear him go “Oh shit, did I do that?!?”

He then helps Eddie back to his feet and dusts him off, apologizing profusely as he does so. Eddie tells him that it's fine, he's not hurt and he knows it was an accident. Adam then exits the ring and he and Eddie make their way to the back. Marcellus follows suit, making sure Eddie's okay as he does so.

[Solomon Graham]

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!

We hear the electronic sounds of Deadmau5’s “Professional Griefers” and out comes “Stunning” Ryan Graham, to a somewhat mixed reaction. A mix of cheers from people who respect his wrestling ability, and boos from people who hate him for who he is. Ryan simply smirks and turns his attention to his opponent, who is awaiting him in the ring. On the way down, fans are holding out their hands for Ryan to slap. He goes to slap a few hands, but then pulls away at the last second, eliciting boos from the fans and putting a cocky smile on Ryan’s face in the process.

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Approaching the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 220 lbs… “STUNNING” RYAN GRAHAM!!!

He then arrives at ringside, where he leaps up onto the ring apron looking out at the people, who are now fully against him. He smiles an arrogant smile while wiping his feet on the apron and shaking his head as he steps through the ropes, as he steps between the ropes. He then climbs the turnbuckle. He puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head, while looking out at the people. He then leaps back down, walks towards the middle of the ring, hops back and forth a few times and then squats down, Goldberg-style.

“Rebirthing” hits and as soon as the short intro wraps up, out pops Eddie Evans, yelling for the fans to “Make some noise!!”, which the crowd obliges to do. Eddie makes his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans as he does so… but WAIT A MINUTE!!!! Out runs the younger brother of NPW Agent, Liam Beesley, WILLIAM BEESLEY!!!! He SMACKS Eddie from behind and throws him into the ring, before entering the ring himself.

This isn’t even a match, Ryan and William just take turns beating the living FUCK outta Eddie, trying to make him suffer. Ryan locks him in the Dream Of Billion (Million Dollar Dream), while William just PUNCHES Eddie in the gut, over and over again!

Eventually, their fun comes to an end, as Joey Grimm and Skitzo! run out to make the save for their brother! Joey carries his trademark Kendo Stick, while Skitzo! carries a crowbar. Ryan and William hastily exit the ring to avoid the wrath of the Williams clan, and when they’re gone, Joey and Skitzo! check on their beaten-down brother… who accepts their help when it’s offered and allows them to bring him to his feet and help him to get out of the ring and to the back.

[Solomon Graham]

The lights turn off for a moment. The dueling guitar riffs from Simple Plan guitarists Sébastien Lefebvre and Jeff Stinco from their song “Last One Standing” as the screen reads “#Believe” in a light blue font. With a solitary spotlight on the top of the ramp, Adrien Cochrane appears the moment Pierre Bouvier’s vocals begin to echo throughout the venue.

“How many times are you gonna try to shut me out?
I told you once, told you twice, I ain't going to turn back around
You can say whatever, try to mess with me
I don't care, I'm not scared
You don't have to say you're sorry, save your sympathy
With a friend like you, I don't need an enemy
I would give you time if you were worth it
But guess what, you're not worth it”

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 25 minute time limit! Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at one hundred ninety pounds, he is "The Dropkick King" ...ADRIEN COCHRANE!!

Cochrane looks at the fans from the ramp for a moment, giving a smile as he makes his way down the ramp and to the ring, hitting as many high fives and fist bumps as he can on his way to his destination.

As Adrien leaps over the ropes to enter the squared circle and removes his black leather jacket to expose his #Believe shirt, he leans on the ropes with his fist in the air to the sound of the chorus. He then hands the belt to the referee for safekeeping during the match.

“Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, I'm always going to be the last one standing
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, because I'm never going to give up trying
And now I'm ready to go, I'm here, I'm waiting for you
And I'm going be the last one standing”



“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 intro 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::
And his opponent, hailing from Scarborough, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 223 lbs, he is the owner of the FWA... "The REAL King Of The Juniors" 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 his opponent.

Referee Mark Hill gives both men a thorough checking before calling for the bell after finding nothing on either man.

DING DING DING

Match No. 6
“The Dropkick King” Adrien Cochrane (w/ Eddie Walker) vs. “King of the Juniors” Solomon Graham (w/ Selena Firehouse)
If Solomon wins, Adrien must sign with FWA
Time Limit: 25 minutes
Official: Mark Hill

Solomon Graham was in his corner with his wife, Selena Firehouse, at ringside. In the opposite corner was Adrien Cochrane with his manager, Eddie Walker, outside on his side. But the first thing noticeable between the two guests outside the ring was that Selena Firehouse had a contract in her hands as she watched the match, clearly the one Adrien is meant to sign if Solomon were to be victorious.

::JAMES WILLIS::
Well, it appears Selena wants to make sure that Solomon gets his big recruitment immediately after the match if it goes his way tonight as that appears to be an FWA contract for Cochrane.

::LATE NIGHT::
Best way to get the man you want: earn it in the ring!

A few minutes into the match, the tide turns when Solomon made the same mistake he made in the tag match: dropkicking the Dropkick King and getting another one in retaliation. This is followed up by Cochrane with a corner corkscrew senton, otherwise known as the Ace-inator. But while that action was taking place, Eddie Walker has made his way to Firehouse and asking to see the contract that she has in her hands.

::LATE NIGHT::
I think Walker is curious about that contract. I guess he wants to make sure it’s a fair deal if Adrien is signing it.

::JAMES WILLIS::
I mean, he wants what is best for Adrien. If this is his home, he will likely want the contract to be something that Adrien would have agreed to if Adrien had just came here on his own.

The Ace-inator leads to a two count and Solomon wastes no time taking momentum back when he counters a suplex into a neckbreaker. He locks in a full nelson on the Dropkick King and nearly allows him to slip out until he lifted him up and slammed him to the mat in a modified german suplex. He kept the bridge for a two count.

::JAMES WILLIS::
Solomon Graham nearly got the win and his signing right then and there.

::LATE NIGHT::
Meanwhile, it appears Selena and Eddie are actually conducting business on the outside. Walker is trying to ask Selena to make some edits to the deal.

Walker and Firehouse keep pointing at certain parts and marking it with a pen as they keep flipping pages of the paperwork. While this is going on, Solomon Graham locks in the Grahamlock, which felt like it was close to securing a victory until Adrien barely grasps the bottom rope. When Graham looked to try to lift Adrien for what might have been an attempt at the Shattered Neck Brilliance, Cochrane counters into a hurricanrana.

::JAMES WILLIS::
And a counter by Cochrane! Such a great back and forth going on in this match up.

::LATE NIGHT::
I don’t know what’s more interesting: that back-and-forth or the one taking place between Eddie and Selena over this contract!

The two outside the ring briefly started to appear to be disagreeing on some detail in the deal, but it appears they eventually reached a compromise as their body language improved once some more amendments were made with the pen once more. Adrien is able to secure the momentum in the match with his Lightning Strike superkick but it only gives him a two count.

::LATE NIGHT::
And Cochrane nearly got the win right there. Solomon is showing off just how resilient he is.

::JAMES WILLIS::
And it appears Walker and Firehouse are done with their negotiations as Walker has now returned to pounding on the ring apron for his best friend. Cochrane looks like he is going to go for his Adrien Cutter.

Adrien grabs Solomon by the head to go for the finishing move, but Graham shoves Adrien off of him and into the ropes… but apparently Adrien had a plan for that as well as Adrien takes that as an invitation to springboard off the middle rope and plant both of his knees into Solomon’s shoulders. Cochrane grabs both Graham’s legs to complete his finish of the Crescent City Connection and gets the three count as Graham couldn’t get out until after the bell had already rung.

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner… “The Dropkick King” ADRIEN COCHRANE!!

::JAMES WILLIS::
Well, Solomon did his best to try to get his hire. He fought a hard, tough match.

::LATE NIGHT::
Indeed. But Adrien showed us just why Graham wanted to sign him in the first place. Now Eddie Walker seems to be giving Adrien a thumbs up, I’m guessing to show approval for the match’s result.

Walker gave Adrien the thumbs up, but it was when Adrien gave the thumbs up back that Walker made his move. Walker politely takes the contract from Selena Firehouse and slides it into the ring. Cochrane picks it up and looks at Solomon Graham, who is sitting in the corner and looking confused. But everyone was confused when they saw what happened next: Cochrane takes the pen and signs his name on the last page.

::LATE NIGHT::
Wait, did he just…?

::JAMES WILLIS::
Cochrane just signed the contract?! Did he… did he just become the newest member of the FWA roster?!

::LATE NIGHT::
And he just officially challenged for the XHF X*Crown earlier tonight. Whoa, this is huge!

::JAMES WILLIS::
FWA is going to have two shots at the X*Crown now. Knocher tonight then Cochrane after that. All the more reason to make sure all of you remember to keep your eyes peeled for the big things happening here at Fullmetal Wrestling Alliance!

Cochrane drops the contract on Graham’s lap before rolling out of the ring and walking backstage with Eddie Walker. Solomon Graham is still in a state of shock, dropping an inaudible WTF to anyone who can read lips.

[Solomon Graham]

“Inside Looking Out” plays as Sanada Inoki makes his entrance. He walks out and raises his hand before making his way to the ring.

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following Television title contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit! Introducing first, the challenger. From Fukuoka, Japan, weighing in at 228 lbs, SANADA INOKI!!!!

The fans cheer for the only fan favourite old man wrestler not named Bernhardt Denzinger as Inoki enters the ring and gets into his corner.

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

NIGHTMARE!

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

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent, from Nottingham, England, weighing in at 170 lbs, he is the FWA Television champion… “THE VILLAIN” LIAM BRADLEY!!!!!

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

He makes his way to ringside and climbs up the steel steps, walking along the apron before brushing his feet on it and then entering the ring. He raises his umbrella up high for everyone to see and then takes off the mask from his face. He heads into his corner and places his umbrella and mask on the ring mat, he unstraps his championship belt and kisses the main center plate and then hands it to the referee before turning and looking across at his opponent.

Referee Glenn Morgan does a thorough check of both men, Liam obliging, but Sanada… seems very off. He’s just staring into space. Glenn had to check him without cooperation. After presenting the Television championship belt to the audience, he signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

::JAMES WILLIS::
And this Television title contest is underway!

::LATE NIGHT::
This should be a good one, pal! Liam Bradley's a hell of a champ.

Match No. 7
Sanada Inoki vs. Liam Bradley
FWA Television championship
Time Limit: 10 minutes
Official: Glenn Morgan

This one is relatively short. Liam tries to wrestle Sanada, but… Sanada only seems confused by what’s going on. He doesn’t seem to realize that he’s in a wrestling match… until…

POW!!!!

He gives Liam a SMACK right across the gob, seemingly knocking out a tooth!

::LATE NIGHT::
WOAH!!!! The hell was that?! He just punched him, that's against the rules!

Sanada’s aggression grows rapidly, as he continues to just STRIKE the living HELL outta Liam, with punches, kicks, what have you. No matter what, Glenn Morgan just can’t get through to Sanada that a closed fisted punch is illegal… but then… he stops. For no apparent reason.

::JAMES WILLIS::
HUH?! Why did he stop? He had Liam, back against the wall, he could win this right now!

Then, he backs up. He mouths to himself “what in God’s name am I doing here?”... and then, he exits the ring and walks back up the ramp, only 30 seconds having actually passed in the match. Glenn Morgan and Liam Bradley are confused. What the hell just happened?! Glenn Morgan has no choice but to award Liam a forfeit victory and end the match.

::JAMES WILLIS::
What?!

::LATE NIGHT::
Huh?!

DING DING DING

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Uhhh… ladies and gentlemen, your winner and still FWA Television champion… “The Villain” Liam Bradley.

::JAMES WILLIS::
WHAT?!?!?!

::LATE NIGHT::
A FORFEIT victory?!? I mean, I know Sanada just walked outta here, no apparent as to why... but FORFEIT?!

Glenn Morgan hands Liam the title belt. There’s so much confusion… that Liam’s music doesn’t even play. He just gets the fuck outta dodge.

[Solomon Graham]

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following Women’s Professional Wrestling championship contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit!

“T-Shirt” by The Beaches hits and the lights in the arena go dark. Fog emanates from the entrance curtain and the entrance curtain bellows in the wind, as we see the figure of a large woman standing in a red light. She has one hand on her hip, and one arm flexing her muscles. When the music reaches such a point, she turns around and the lights come back up, with a BLINDING White Light, as she holds up four fingers on each hand and smiles at the crowd. This is Selena Firehouse, wife of Solomon Graham and female wrestling extraordinaire.

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, hailing from Scarborough, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 297 lbs… SELENA!! FIREHOUSE!!!!

She makes her way down to the ring, the fans screaming her name. She high-fives the fans on the way to the ring. When she gets to the ring, she climbs up the ring steps, before wiping her feet. She then steps between the middle and bottom ropes. She then walks to the middle of the ring, before doing the same pose she did on the stage (one arm on her hip, other flexing her muscles) and smiling for the crowd.

“Dance Apocalyptic” hits and Riley Rouse comes out with the FWA Women’s title and they hold it high above their head to the sound of uproaring applause. They make their way down to the ring, belt over their shoulder.

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And her opponent, from Fort McMurray, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 200 lbs, they are the current FWA Women’s Professional Wrestling champion… RILEY!!! ROUSE!!!!

Upon reaching the ring, they climb the ring steps, wipe their feet on the ring apron, and then steps between the ropes, looking across at Selena when they are in the ring.

Edgar Brown does a thorough (but appropriate) search of both ladies, finding no foreign objects. He takes the belt from Riley, before walking towards the middle of the ring and holding it up for the audience to see. He presents it to each section to give them all a good look at it… before bringing it down and calling for the bell.

DING DING DING

Match No. 8
Selena Firehouse vs. Riley Rouse
FWA Women's championship
Time Limit: 30 minutes
Official: Edgar Brown

The feel of this match is a very big time feel for a Women’s match. Selena, the larger of the two, has the power advantage, but Riley has stands taller over Selena and has the advantage of being unpredictable. Who will win this match? Will it be the bisexual queen, Selena… or the Gender-Non-Specific, Really Overly ambiguously non-binary Riley Rouse?! WE SHALL SEE!!!

A particular highlight of this match was when Selena and Riley exchanged suplexes and grapples that look entirely too promiscuous. The best part about it is Late Night losing his shit on commentary.

::LATE NIGHT::
WHAAAAAAAAAATTT!!!!!!!! SOLOMON!!!!! IF YOU ARE LISTENING TO YOUR FATHER, FOR GOD’S SAKES, CUT THE DAMN CAMERA!!!!! I KNOW YOU THINK YOUR FAT WIFE DIDDLING A MASCULINE WOMAN IS SUCH GOOD SHIT, BUT NOBODY WANTS TO SEE IT!!!!!

::JAMES WILLIS::
Hey! It’s 2021, bigger girls are in now. And Riley identifies as “They”

::LATE NIGHT::
WHAAAAAAAAAATTT did you just say to MEEEEEEEEE?!?!?!?!?!?!? THAT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE ANY SEEEEEEEEEENSE!!!!!!!!

::JAMES WILLIS::
Also, aren’t you guys partially Italian? I’ve come to understand that in Italy, bigger ladies are also more desirable.

::LATE NIGHT::
…...you dare use my own culture against me, Willis?

The finish comes when Riley attempts Bored Now (SOS), but Selena has it scouted and reverses it into a pinfall attempt (in yet more promiscuous-looking shenanigans, much to Late Night’s shagrin)... nonetheless, Riley kicks out. Selena’s the first one to her feet, and as Riley gets up… they EAT a Whippersnapper!! Y’know, the one called “Bright Eyed and Bushy Tailed”! From there, Selena goes for the pin yet again… but Riley kicks out once again!

Selena looks gobsmacked. She lifts them up once more, gets their head into the headlock position and… LET ME FINISH (Stratusfaction)!!!! She goes for the pin again… NO!!! Riley was too close to the ropes, and they managed to get their foot up! Selena tries one last thing. She gets Riley to their feet one last time, and… SHE GETS I---NO!!!!! Riley comes to, just in time to move out of the way of The Bounds (Middle Rope Springboard Crossbody)!! She grabs a hold of Selena once again and tries for Bored Now… but NO!!!! Selena gets out and… THE BOUNDS!!!!! THE BOUNDS!!!!!! She hooks the leg!

1.

2.

3!!!!!

DING DING DING

::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner, AND THE NEEEEWW FWA Women’s Professional Wrestling champion… SELENA!!! FIREHOUSE!!!!!

Edgar Brown takes the belt from the timekeeper’s desk and hands it to Selena. Selena has her hands on her head and her mouth is gaped open. She can’t believe she’s done it! She snatches the belt from Edgar, gets to her feet and holds it above her head for all the fans to see. She then turns around to see that Riley is reeling… and Selena does the sportsman thing and helps Riley to their feet… before offering them the handshake. Riley looks down at Selena’s hand… then up at her face… then back down at her hand… then up at her face… before SLAPPING her hand away… and EMBRACING her with a hug (don’t worry, all our wrasslers were tested and the results came back negative). From there, they raise Selena’s hand in victory, before taking a bow and waving goodbye to the fans, exiting from the ring never to be seen again (unless they want to come back for a special appearance type deal)... but just as they leave, another unwanted guest makes her appearance known.

::JAMES WILLIS::
WAIT A MINUTE!!!!

::LATE NIGHT::
HER AGAIN?!?!

FM Young runs down to the ring, brandishing a steel chair... and she SMACKS Selena with it from behind, before throwing the chair away! She then picks her up and NAILS her with the Human Error Processor (Assault Driver)!!

::JAMES WILLIS::
C'MON!!! This isn't fair, she just had a match and you're assaulting her in a cowardly manner!!

::LATE NIGHT::
FM Young refuses to be denied... but she's taking the wrong route, here! It's not too late, FM! STOP THIS NOW!! I BEG you!

But FM does not stop. Instead, she retrieves the chair which she threw away and beats Selena up some more with it, bringing it down across her back several times, before finally, Solomon Graham comes running down from the back to stop it, sliding into the ring and snatching it out of FM's hands, before swinging at her with it himself... but she ducks out of the ring the minute he does.

::JAMES WILLIS::
How cowardly!!!

::LATE NIGHT::
She has some nerve!! I'm glad Sol caught what was going on, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped this!

She then slowly retreats to the back, mouthing off to Solomon in Spanish, and Solomon retorts in Italian... before dropping the chair and checking on his wife, making sure she's okay. A still somewhat hurt Eddie Evans comes running out to help Selena, too, and the two men help her to the back.

[Solomon Graham]

Co-Main Event
Top Gun Tsunami vs. Donald Dream
FWA Professional Wrestling championship
Time Limit: Unlimited
Official: Matt Noble

This match is truly a main event wrestling match. Tsunami, the smaller and quicker challenger, is able to keep Dream at bay with quick and furious strikes, while Dream, who relies on power and his own anger, utilizes grapples and power moves to get the job done. You’d think these two would have a dumpster fire of a match considering how different they truly are, but quite the opposite. These two instead have a stellar wrestling match that could’ve easily main evented this show, had the X*Crown not been on the line tonight.

A particular highlight comes when Tsunami tries to take Dream off his feet. He nails him once, Click Click BOOM (Superkick)... but it doesn’t do much, only staggering him slightly. Then another, Click Click BOOM… but again, no avail. Only staggering him again. Then, he tries it one last time, Click. Click. BOOM… AND HE DOES IT!!! DREAM IS TAKEN OFF HIS FEET!!! Tsunami goes for the pin!

1.

2.

3, new champ… NO!!!!! Dream somehow kicked out of THREE Click Click BOOMs!!!

A concerned look comes over Tsunami’s face. The usually stoic member of the Yoshimoru family, is finally beginning to crack. The look on his face is begging “dear God, what do I have to do to put this gorilla away?! What do I have to do to win this match and win this championship?! What does it require?! What do I have to lose?!”. Apparently… the answer, is his mind.

He drags Dream out to the middle of the ring, before going up to the top rope. He raises both hands, pointing to the sky… before leaping off, and DROPPING an Elbow across Dream’s chest! It seems as though he is trying to beat Dream at his own game! He goes up to the top once again… and he drops another Elbow!! He goes up again, AND ANOTHER ELBOW!!! He goes up one more time… but this time, he’s cut off by a marauder. He’s cut off… by Ryan Graham!!!

Ryan grabs him by the leg, and Matt Noble is just allowing it to happen, under the guise that “as long as it doesn’t happen in the ring, it’s all perfectly legal.” Ryan and Tsunami play this game of Tug Of War with Tsunami’s foot. Tsunami keeps trying to boot Ryan off the apron, but Ryan refuses to let go and is trying to bring Tsunami crashing down, whichever way he may fall. Then, from the other side, William Beesley grabs the other leg. But then…

Out to the ring, once again to stop the chaos and restore order, comes Marcellus!! He doesn’t manage to get his hands on either man, because the minute they see him coming, they make haste and fuck off outta there, Marcellus chasing them every step of the way!

Then, Tsunami restores his balance, leaping from the top rope… but WAIT!!!! Dream was playing possum!!! He pops up, grabs Tsunami in mid-air, lifts him onto his shoulders and… APE-TITUDE ADJUSTER (Fireman’s Carry Slam)!!!!! He goes for the pin…

1.

2.

3!!!!

DING DING DING

DAMMIT!!! DAMMIT!!!

Noble hands Dream the Professional Wrestling title and raises his hand, declaring him the winner. And then… out comes the investor. And newly appointed commentator, Doc Roberts, both of whom are at the top of the ramp, clapping their hands, impressed with Dream. Dream and Noble exit the ring and walk up the ramp to the stage. Upon reaching the stage… Dream EMBRACES the investor and shakes his hand!!! The fans are booing and eventually, chants FILL the warehouse.

“YOU SOLD OUT!!! YOU SOLD OUT!!! YOU SOLD OUT!!!”

The investor takes Dream’s hand, and Dream takes Noble’s hand, and Noble takes Doc Roberts’ hand… and they all raise their hands in the ultimate victory, all with big smiles on their faces. The Investor takes a microphone from ringside, and he can be heard laughing through the mic.

“If only our good friends, RYAN GRAHAM and WILLIAM BEESLEY, weren’t currently being chased by that half-brained MEATHEAD, Marcellus!!”

More booing, mostly around the time when he mentioned the names of Ryan Graham and William Beesley, but you get the idea.

“Now, without further ado, because all of you IDIOTS are just wondering who the hell I am, even though you all should know my name! The one, the only, the investor of the Fullmetal Wrestling Alliance… DONOVAN DUSK!!!!”

More booing from the audience.

::::DONOVAN DUSK::::
Now, onto business. Top Gun Tsunami… look, kid. You’’ve got talent, you’re a World Class athlete, you are World championship material… just not for MY World championship!

He smirks as Tsunami, who is now sitting up, exhausted and out of breath.

::::DONOVAN DUSK::::
No!! You haven’t earned MY World championship, the REAL championship of Professional Wrestling! You haven’t busted your hide, working day in and day out for this federation! You haven’t put in the time, you haven’t spent the days away from your wife and children, like THIS MAN…

He points to Dream, who has his hands on his hips.

::::DONOVAN DUSK::::
Has done. You did not spend almost TWO YEARS building this federation up from a GODDAMN HOLE IN THE GROUND, like MY champion, DONALD DREAM DID!!! This man had the first ever match in FWA, and he SQUASHED Skitzo! like a BUG!!! Now, that isn’t necessarily hard to do. Multiple people have done it and in fact, it’s rather easy… but STILL, the fact that this man has had to wait THIS LONG for an opportunity to even hold the Championship of Professional Wrestling… it’s utterly APPALLING!!!! Instead, men like Evan Starr, The Kumquat Kid...

He scoffs

::::DONOVAN DUSK::::
“The Professional Malcontent” Duncan Aries and even King Brad Swann was just HANDED the title. Hell, one time the belt was even a Christmas gift. It’s DISGRACEFUL!!! So, in short… NO!!! You will NOT be walking out champion tonight and if you want another crack at it, you’ll have to sign a contract and WORK FOR IT, like EVERYONE ELSE from here on out!

Donovan Dusk then shares a laugh with the rest of his colleagues, before

::::DONOVAN DUSK::::
Now... you've overstayed your welcome. Get out of here now, while I'm still in a good mood!

Tsunami shakes his head, before rolling out of the ring and dejectedly walking up the ramp, past Donovan Dusk and the rest of his order.
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After a brief commercial break, we cut to the backstage area where Donald Dream is seen with the Professional Wrestling title over his shoulder. Suddenly, we hear a voice.

“Hey…”

Dream turns around… to see the face of his old protege, Ian Dempsey. Ian’s got the briefcase full of $10,000 in his left hand and the Heritage title in his right. Dream tries to speak, but Ian cuts him off

:::IAN DEMPSEY:::
Nah nah! You’ve had your time to speak, and now it’s my turn. Y’see this here Heritage title?

He lifts the belt up beside his face to show Dream. Dream, stroking his chin, nods, and Ian brings it back down to his side.

:::IAN DEMPSEY:::
Yeah… we’re set to have a merger of our two titles. It means that Tsunami is not the one you have to worry about, but rather, I am! After our match, there will be only one Undisputed championship of Professional Wrestling. And Dream, despite all of Dusk’s talk of you busting your hide to earn it, I busted mine too, alongside you and alongside Graham. I worked just as hard as you did, if not harder because I was the younger guy and I had to prove myself more. Dream… you taught me everything I know. You and Graham both. Now… it’s my time to shine.

Dream continues to stroke his chin, smirking as he does so, before leaning in and looking Dempsey right in the eye and saying to him…

“We’ll see…”

He then moves past Ian and towards the black limo in the parking lot. Dempsey looks to his old friend as he makes his way outside.

“Hey!”

Dempsey turns around, to see the man who lost to Dream tonight, Top Gun Tsunami.

:::TOP GUN TSUNAMI:::
For the record… I hope you beat Dream. You’ve learned a lot over the last two years of your career and I think it would all pay off for you if you were to win a World title.

:::IAN DEMPSEY:::
Thank you, sir.

Ian then pauses awkwardly... before giving a bow. Tsunami looks unimpressed.

:::TOP GUN TSUNAMI:::
We don't all bow like that in Japan, y'know. Some of us are perfectly fine with a standard, American handshake.

:::IAN DEMPSEY:::
Uhhh... okay?

He then moves right past Tsunami, who just shakes his head at Ian. "Some people... I swear to God" he mutters under his breath to himself, as we go back to ringside.

[Solomon Graham]

Cheyenne Graham: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE match for the XHF X*CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP! Making his way to the ring…

She pauses, putting a finger to the earpiece in her ear.

::LATE NIGHT::
The hell’s going on? Think the match has been called off?

::JAMES WILLIS::
No clue. Seems your daughter is getting some information as we speak.

Cheyenne Graham: Ladies and gentlemen, it seems the match is already underway backstage! If you’ll turn your attention to the tron…

5 MINUTES EARLIER

We open in the men’s bathroom in the FWA Warehouse. It’s barren, there's only one guy in there. The door flies open and Koch Knocher, the challenger in the first of tonight’s main events. He’s holding his bottom, and waddles to the stall, wiggling the door.

???: Someone’s in here.

Koch: Come on dude, I really gotta go! Need to let out a lucky poop before my match!

There’s no response. Koch wiggles the stall door again, but nothing. Koch winces in pain and holds his stomach.

Koch: Come on, maaaan!

He rams his shoulder against the door, and it flies open! Koch nearly comes face-to-face with the X*Crown Champion himself, Dylan Black! A newspaper covering up everything and an angry look on his face.

::JAMES WILLIS::
Seems Koch has interrupted the champ’s own “lucky poop” time.

::LATE NIGHT::
What in God's good name have we become?!

A cut to outside the bathroom. General hustle and bustle backstage, people with headsets and clipboards scuttling back and forth. They’re all startled when the bathroom door flies open and Big Koch flies right through the door! He’s followed by the champ Dylan, the newspaper rolled into a tube in his hand. He hurls the papers at Koch!

Dylan: You stupid fuck, trying to get the jump on me?!

Dylan kicks Koch in the stomach, sending him rolling across the floor. He picks him up again and drags him down the hall. He tries to smash Koch into a stack of cases but Koch puts his hands down. He drives his elbow into Dylan’s chest and slams him down instead! Dylan holds his face and tumbles away as Koch gets his game face on. A well placed stomp to the small of Dylan’s back makes him cry out in pain, before Koch grabs a case. He pulls it down and buries Dylan in cases!

::LATE NIGHT::
The X*Crown Champion is completely submerged in cases!

::JAMES WILLIS::
Koch needs to pin him now!

Koch walks away, satisfied with his work before a hand sticks out from the cases, two! Dylan unearths himself from the rubble, snarling and growling. Koch turns, and his face turns white as a sheet!

Koch: Oh crap…

Koch briskly walks down the hall, the opposite direction of Dylan who sprints after him! Koch makes a sharp turn into a room and Dylan is quick to follow, going face first into a spray of foam from a fire extinguisher!

::LATE NIGHT::
Good Goddamn, pal!

Dylan stumbled back blinded, and Koch charges him, flattening him against the wall with a stinger splash! Dylan crumples over, and Koch does a little dance before going for the pin. A very familiar ref slides in.

ONE TWO THREE!

::JAMES WILLIS::
Fast count! What the hell?

That’s when he looks up and grins at Koch.

The Ref: ...IS WHAT I’D SAY IF THIS WAS A DESTINY SHOW! SUCKER!

::LATE NIGHT::
WHAAAAT?!?!?! That's THE Ref!!! Get him outta the building, Marcellus!!!

The Destiny Wrestling Ref walks out of the room like he has balls the size of grapefruits. Koch’s face sours a bit, but he gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. He closes the door and we hear a sigh followed by some foul sounds.

Koch: Finally. Ahhhhh….

5 MINUTES LATER…

He walks out of the bathroom.

Koch: May lady luck be on my side for the rest of the night.

Koch does a fun little shimmie as he walks back to the room where he left Dylan. He comes in to find the lights flickering, dark, and no sign of the champ. Koch looks around fearfully, clearing his throat.

Koch: Hey man, this isn’t funny. I know you’re here! Just come out so we can fight!

The camera pans up, to see Dylan clinging to the ceiling like Spider-Man.

Dylan: If you insist!

Koch turns around and gets flattened by Dylan! He splashes him from up top and flicks the light switch, to stop the strobe scene in there. He takes Koch and irish whips him into the lockers across the room, where a suitcase opens up and spills clothes all over Koch.

::LATE NIGHT::
Wait a minute… that shirt, those socks, that thong… THOSE ARE MY CLOTHES!

::JAMES WILLIS::
You wear thongs?

::LATE NIGHT::
Course I do! I used to be wrestler too, y'know.

::JAMES WILLIS::
I guess old habits don't die for you guys then, huh?

::LATE NIGHT::
Unimportant, pal! What’s important is those fucks better get the hell outta my locker room before I STRETCH 'em!

::JAMES WILLIS::
You get your own locker room?

::LATE NIGHT::
I'm the boss's father. I get ALL the benefits!!!

Dylan drives a knee into the face of the fallen Koch, picking up one of the thongs (much to the dismay of Late Night) and shoving it down Koch’s gullet. He chokes and spits, coughing on his knees much to Dylan’s delight. He puts a foot on the back of Koch’s neck and pushes him over, watching him tumble to the floor. Getting an idea, the champ steps backwards, to the door.

::JAMES WILLIS::
What evil intentions are on the mind of the champ now?

::LATE NIGHT::
Hopefully nothing else involving my personal items!

Dylan takes a turn to charge Koch, but the Big Koch floors him with a clothesline!

::LATE NIGHT::
Yeah, take that you bastard!!

The clothesline knocks him out of the room and into the hallway, tumbling into a few notable FWA Wrestlers. They watch in awe as Koch lumbers out behind Dylan, stomping on him and slapping him in a camel clutch!

::JAMES WILLIS::
Get a ref there now! Bring it home Koch!

::LATE NIGHT::
Kick that man’s ass!

Dylan cries out in pain, he wants to reach out for the ropes but there’s nothing there, nothing to break the hold. Just pain and suffering. He tries to lift Koch out of the hold, he rolls him backwards into a pin!

ONE… TW-KICKOUT!

::LATE NIGHT::
So close!

He didn’t secure the win but he got out of the hold, and that’s what matters. He limps down the hall, holding his back as he pushes past other wrestlers to get away. Koch follows shortly behind, the crowd clearing apart for him. They walk into the catering area where stars on the show are eating. You see a few faces you might recognize, all of whom look up as the X*Crown Champ bursts in, frantic.

Dylan: He’s coming, everybody run!

He passes through and hides behind everyone as Koch Knocher walks in. The entire roster parts to reveal Dylan to him, who stands there with a bowl of mashed potatoes in his hand.

Dylan: Wouldn’t you shay this dish is simply delicious?

And he hurls that bowl right at Koch. With a wet SPLAT, Big Koch is covered in some mashed taters. He smiles, enjoying the taste of it. That’s when Dylan leaps off a chair to clobber Koch with a forearm, but he catches him and suplexes him through a table! Food flies everywhere as people flee the scene!

::JAMES WILLIS::
What a waste of good food.

::LATE NIGHT::
What do you mean? This is such good shit!

Dylan lays among the food, gasping and moaning in pain. Koch lands a standing splash on him, covering them both in food. Dylan rolls over, crawling away as Koch stamps his foot up the ground. He’s tuning up the band! Dylan stands up, and Koch goes for the Least Effort! But Dylan grabbed the chair, he bats Koch’s leg away! Koch howls in pain and limps out of the catering area as Dylan kneels down, breathing heavily and regaining strength. He walks out of catering, looking for Koch’s trail and finds a brown trail on the floor.

::JAMES WILLIS::
Awwww, that's nasty...

Dylan follows the trail into the garage area, where Koch is trying to get into a car.

Koch: Come on, I don’t even want to fight anymore. I’ll leave you alone!

Dylan can only grin.

Dylan: There’s no way I can let that happen.

Koch gets the door open and rips it off its hinges! He charges Dylan, who swings the chair at him! No dice! Koch plows right over him with ease! Dylan tumbles in front of a car with the hood popped open. Koch goes to throw him under but Dylan stops him! An elbow to his gut! Dylan pushes Koch under and smacks the hood down. He moves around to climb atop the car, which is revealed to have the length of a limousine, and runs along the top and does a senton on the hood, on top of Koch!

::LATE NIGHT::
OOF!!!

Dylan holds his back, and notices a tall truck bearing the FWA logo. Specifically, he sees a ladder to the top. He grabs Koch and supports him to the truck, letting him fall beside it. He begins to climb, slowly taking each step to the top. Dylan stands atop the production truck. He’s 20 feet in the air! He holds onto a support beam above as he points down at Koch. The ref yells at him to come down but his pleas fall on deaf ears. The commentators take a turn to get him down.

::LATE NIGHT::
No, don’t do it!

::JAMES WILLIS::
This is career suicide Dylan!

Dylan turns around… AND NAILS A MOONSAULT OFF THE TRUCK!

::LATE NIGHT::
OH MY GOD!

::JAMES WILLIS::
HOLY SHIT!

The ref slides into position as Dylan crawls over to Koch, counting the fall.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

Cheyenne Graham: The winner of this match, and still XHF X*Crown Champion, Dylan Black!

::LATE NIGHT::
Dylan Black has retained the X*Crown here at War for Supremacy!

::JAMES WILLIS::
And now he has Adrien Cochrane to look forward to! I cannot wait for that match!

::LATE NIGHT::
It won’t be a long wait, that's fur sure. But now, folks. We've reached the end of our show tonight. Good n--- wait. I'm receiving word that... that my son, the owner of the FWA and the REAL King Of The Juniors, Solomon Graham is making his way down to the ring! He has something to say, it seems.

::JAMES WILLIS::
Well, we'd better a camera down there then!

Indeed, Solomon Graham is making his way down to the ring. He wipes his feet once again before entering the ring, and he nabs the mic from his sister.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
On behalf of myself, I would like to personally thank every single person in the building right now! From the fans, to the wrestlers, the staff... and even that cybernetic son of a bitch, Dylan Black! Thank you all, for being here tonight and for making this a phenomenal show in these hard times!!

Big time pop from the fans, and then one more "Thank You Graham" chant.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Thank you all for making this return show what it was! And now, before we go… there’s somebody that I wanna call out, that I couldn’t call out earlier tonight on account of the fact that I had Adrien to focus on and a show to run. Now that it’s over… I can pick up the feelings that I left in the back.

“Ooooooooooohhh” say the fans. It seems they’re intrigued.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Now… a lot of people, especially as of late, have been drawing comparisons between myself and this man, usually stating that I am the Canadian version of him, and in one instance, I even heard that he is the Japanese version of me…

He pauses to clear his throat. And then, he leaves it on that note for several seconds, allowing anticipation to build… until finally.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
KIRA IZUMI!!!!

A big time pop from the fans!! This was certainly unexpected!

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Kira, all I can say is that for a long time, I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you! We couldn’t do it at World War 3 last year, because I had my hands full with Dylan Black and you had yours full with Sigma. But now? Now that we’re both out in the clear, both of us open about the fact that we own and run our companies ourselves? I’m proposing to you, that on March 31st at Kings Of Destiny… you and I have a showdown for the ages, RIGHT HERE, IN THIS RING!!!

The fans pop once again.

:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
So, Kira… I’ll wait for your response. This has been a long time coming, I trust you’ll see it that way, too. But for now? I hope you fans enjoyed tonight’s show. GOODNIGHT!!!

With that, he drops the mic, exits the ring and makes his way back up the ramp, holding his hands out for each fan to slap on his way back up the ramp.

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