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Post by Solomon Graham on May 30, 2021 1:55:20 GMT -5
 May 19th (Air Date: May 31st) Location: The original FWA studio in Niagara Falls, Ontario Capacity: 1,000 |
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Post by Solomon Graham on May 30, 2021 19:12:44 GMT -5
::JAMES WILLIS::
Salutations wrestling fans! Welcome to the FWA 2 year Anniversary event, titled “Fullmetal Anniversary!”. And now, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, please welcome my guest at this time, the owner of the FWA, SOLOMON GRAHAM, Solomon…
Sol comes out to a big pop from the audience. He looks at them, a smile on his face. He’s sporting a pair of aviator shades with a red lens. He also sports his trademark brown leather jacket, his ring gear, a grey t-shirt and a Maple Leafs tuke.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Solomon… WE DID IT!!! Two years of existence! How’re you feeling about all this?
He holds the mic up to Graham, and says…
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Well, Willis… I gotta tell ya. It is a FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC feeling!! That’s TWO YEARS of us being the REALEST wrestling federation around! Say what you will about some of the personalities around here… but they’re out here, being themselves, laying their lives on the line when they step in that ring, and KICKING THE LIVING SHIT out of each other!! That takes guts, and it takes the courage to stand up for what you believe in! THAT… is Professional Wrestling!!!
Another big time pop from the fans. A single tear rolls down Graham’s cheek.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
And despite the fact… despite the fact that we’re always out here, fighting and trying to kill each other… at the end of the day, we are a family. We are a brotherhood. That means that we will NEVER die!!! That means that we will NOT go quietly into the night, and we will ALWAYS fight for what we stand for! I wanna show you guys somethin’, real quick…
He turns and goes towards the back. When he comes back out, he holds the EWS Jr. Heavyweight championship in his hands.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
This… this is a belt. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet, after two years of FWA being a thing… I’ve achieved this. The one thing I worked so hard for years to achieve… and I didn’t gain it until I created FWA, until after I became a threat to Steve Corman’s business. Until I started doing my own shit in Canada, and until my federation became number 1 in Ontario, Canada!!!
The natives go wild.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
I didn’t earn this… it was handed to me! Handed to me, so Steve Corman could try and buy my baby away from me!! Not even as another brand to EWS, but as just another garbage extension of the IWA brand! You handed me this as a means of kissing my ass!! Well, Corman, as of now, I am OFFICIALLY REJECTING your little torch that you masquerade as a title belt!!!
YOU, THE EXCELSIOR WRESTLING SOCIETY, THE INDEPENDENT WRESTLING ALLIANCE AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE PHONIES YOU CALL “WRESTLERS”, CAN ALL… KISS. MY. ASS!!!!!!
He then spits on it and drops it, before BOOTING it! It shatters into a few pieces, with the center plate flying off the belt and the strap itself splitting in two. The center plate flies into the audience and the strap flies towards the entrance curtain.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Y’see that?! THAT… is what two goddamn years of running THE BEST Wrestling Federation, not just in Ontario, but in ALL of Canada, has allowed me to do!! I can finally STICK IT to Steve Corman and his God awful brand of Sports Entertainment, that he has the NERVE to call Professional Wrestling!!! Steve Corman, take this as my notice: I QUIT!!!!!
A big time pop from the fans!!! A chant of “Thank You Graham!!” breaks out, and Sol gives a smirk.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Now, for my brother Ryan! I haven’t forgotten about you, I’ve just been slightly preoccupied with other things. But now, now that I’m free, I can finally say this to you: Ryan… you have betrayed EVERYTHING our family stands for!!! You have betrayed tradition, you have betrayed Pro Wrestling and you have succumbed to the deepest, darkest depths of Sports Entertainment, and I am VERY disappointed in you!!
You’ve become so fake, you’ve become so phony! You have SPAT on our name and you have SPAT on MY baby, the FWA!!! When it comes down to it, I WILL get my hands on you, and I WILL send you screamin’ back to Chicago, so you can keep play wrestling with your little buddies and keep reminding fans that for all the crazy and wild stuff we do, the FWA is still the realest federation in professional wrestling!!!
Big time cheer from the fans.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
And as for my opponent tonight, Donald Dream. Dream, I’ll give you one thing, brother, one thing: You are an OG around here, you are a former TWO TIME FWA Tag Team champion, and a former Professional Wrestling champion, and you are (for sure) a Hall Of Fame inductee when we establish one.
For our history, for everything we’ve been through, after you turned your back on me, broke my heart and have set out to help Donovan Dusk destroy what you helped build… Donald Dream, I hate you, but I love you at the same time. I got nothin’ but the utmost respect for you and your family, and I wanna thank you for stickin’ with us these past two years.
But tonight is about redemption for me, and as part of my redemption, I am gonna send you, kicking and screaming, BACK to the Tag Team division, and I am gonna prove that you no longer belong in singles action!! I know that you’re gonna deliver when it comes down to a fight… but when our worlds collide, mine will be the one that refuses to be destroyed!
Lastly, I want to apologize to the fans. Unfortunately, a few of tonight’s matches had to be cancelled, for classified reasons… but hopefully we can make up for that somehow. I hate to disappoint our fans, but sometimes, stuff just doesn’t come to fruition like we’d hope it would, y’know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout? Regardless, I hope you enjoy what we got in store for you tonight as we celebrate two goddamn years of this shit!
The fans pop big time.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
But for now… I got business to attend to in the back. I’ll certainly see you all later!
With that, Graham turns and heads to the back, and Willis returns to his spot on commentary. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on May 31, 2021 4:58:44 GMT -5
CHEYENNE GRAHAM - The following contest is set for ONE FALL with a twenty minute time-limit. Introducing first, wrestling out of Jobberton Industries and weighing in tonight at one hundred and seventy-five pounds… This is JOBBER! JJAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!! No music or nothin’. That’s the Jobber Jay way as he peeks his head through the curtain and makes his way to the ring. JAMES WILLIS - Well, this’ll be interesting as our good man Jobber Jay is out here looking to perform against a very mysterious opponent, not a single clue has been given to this man or woman or whomever might come through that curtain. Hell, we’re just told that Jobber Jay would be competing here tonight! LATE NIGHT - But let’s find out who our resident Jobber Jay will face in our opening contest… CHEYENNE GRAHAM clears her throat as the lights shine down onto the entrance curtain. CHEYENNE GRAHAM - And his opponent… Standing at six feet and one inch tall, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-five pounds, wrestling out of Colorado Springs in Colorado… he is the former Master Class Championship Wrestling Apprentice Champion- The fans in the arena become unglued! CHEYENNE GRAHAM - HE IS WRESTLING’S LAST HOPE, THE MASTER CLASS ATHLETE… THHHHEEEE LIIIIIVIIIINNGGGGG LEEEEGGGGGENNNNDDDD!!!!… “Let's play a game of Russian rouletteI'll load the gun, you place the betsTell me who will make it out alive”The curtain opens up and walking out is…  CHEYENNE GRAHAM - SHAAAAAAANNNEEEEEEEE THOOMMMMMPPPPPPSOONNNNNNNNN!!! A cocky smile rests on the face of The Master Class Athlete as he begins his slow walk to the ring. JAMES WILLIS - I do not believe it! Just when I thought signings couldn’t get bigger, the former and inaugural MCCW Apprentice Champion has made his way to Fullmetal Wrestling Alliance! LATE NIGHT - After what seemed like the demise of MCCW for the second time, Solomon Graham has picked up the biggest name from it’s remains- a man who a lot of people thought was Master Class til the day he dies! Thompson heads into the ring and looks around him, slipping free from the leather jacket and throwing it over the ropes, dropping it down to the ringside area. Soon, he turns to the opponent and smiles, gingerly, and stands in his corner- awaiting the bell to ring. MATCH ONEJobber Jay vs Shane ThompsonDING! DING!The bell rings and Jobber Jay charges into Shane Thompson- but he grabs him and twists his body around… PARABELLUM! [High Angled Uranage Slam] INTO THE COVER! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING!CHEYENNE GRAHAM - Here is your winner… SHANE THOMPSON! Just like that. “Alligator Blood” rips through the speakers once more as Shane Thompson rises to his feet. Victorious without even breaking a sweat. JAMES WILLIS - Welp. Colour me surprised, Shane Thompson picked up the easiest win of his career. And if that’s- Jobber Jay is handed a microphone--why is a question everyone is asking because well--he doesn’t ever get such an opportunity. JOBBER JAY - Nah, nah, nah. Run it back. I can last longer than that with you. Thompson looks on, confused but soon smiling from ear to ear. Taking the microphone from his hands. SHANE THOMPSON - You got your wish, mate. LATE NIGHT - We’re running it back! The referee soon calls for the bell. MATCH TWOJobber Jay vs Shane ThompsonDING! DING!Thompson tosses the microphone at the referee, distracting him--AND RIGHT BEHIND HIS BACK IS A KICK RIGHT TO THE NETHERS OF JOBBER JAY! HOW DISGUSTING! Thompson grabs onto Jay and -- HOPE BREAKER II! [Gutwrench Sit Out Powerbomb] LEGS ARE HOOKED! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING!CHEYENNE GRAHAM - Here is your winner… SHANE THOMPSON! Once again, it’s just like that. “Alligator Blood” rips through the speakers- JOBBER JAY - ...no... JAMES WILLIS - Oh come on. Thompson shakes his head, wondering how in the fuck did he move to get the microphone. JOBBER JAY - I demand… a rematch… you cheated… my balls hurt so much…SHANE THOMPSON [OFF MIC] - Ugh. Fine. Rematch. If you last five minutes however, you win. No disqualifications. Got it? Jay nods his head, making his way to his feet as the bell rings one final time. LATE NIGHT - This match won’t last five seconds. MATCH THREENO DISQUALIFICATION MATCHIf Jobber Jay lasts five minutes, he becomes the winner of the match.Jobber Jay vs Shane ThompsonDING! DING!Thompson, being as cocky as ever, steps up--A LOW BLOW!? WHAT?! JOBBER JAY WENT LOW AND THOMPSON FALLS BACK! HE’S STUNNED! JAY NOW… THE CHARGING UPPERCUT! COULD THIS BE THE UPSET OF ALL UPSETS?! O- KICKOUT! Thompson is RATTLED right now! Jobber Jay is backing himself into the corner once more as Thompson gets to one knee as Jay charges in… SPEAR! AN ALMIGHTY SPEAR TAKES DOWN JAY! Thompson is now on the attack and is beating the hell out of Jay but he’s fighting back! He’s doing everything he can right now to make this work! This is his opportunity! !! FOUR MINUTES REMAINING !!Jay makes it to his feet, he sees the clock and knows time is ticking, a win for him could be crucial to his career--especially against someone like Shane Thompson! Jay stomps and stomps and stomps away, but Thompson is fighting back, pushing him away and then the Bicycle Pump Kick lands! Then the Rolling Elbow! Thompson grabs onto him… PATELLA DROP BRAINBUSTER! BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA BY THE LIVING LEGEND! THE COVER! ONE! TWO!! THR-- KICKOUT! AND NOW THOMPSON COMES OFF OF THE ROPES WITH THE CURB STOMP! ANOTHER COVER! ONE! TWO!! THR-- ANOTHER KICKOUT! JAY’S LASTING HIS TIME HERE! IT’S WHAT HE NEEDED! !! THREE MINUTES REMAINING !!Jobber Jay is being dragged up onto his feet by Thompson as he goes for the Burning Lariat but Jay ducks- SUPERKICK LOW BLOW! FOLLOWED UP WITH THE DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER! JAY’S GOT A MOMENT TO SHINE HERE IF HE CAN JUST GET THE PIN ON THOMPSON--WAIT! SOMEONE’S COMING THROUGH THE CROWD? THERE ARE TWO OF THEM! IT’S PROJECT X! MIDAS HARTWELL AND KAI IMAI HAVE STORMED THE RING! THEY’RE J-ROK PEOPLE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! MIDAS HAS JAY IN HIS CLUTCHES… PROJECT DEATH! [Reverse-Spin Scoop Powerslam] AND JUST LIKE THAT, JAY IS CRUSHED! ABSOLUTELY DEMOLISHED BENEATH THE BEAST OF ADELAIDE! !! TWO MINUTES REMAINING !!Kai steps up and drags Jay up onto his feet, hooking both arms and then hoisting him to a vertical position… X-DRIVER! [Double Underhook Piledriver] JAY MIGHT HAVE BEEN KILLED WITH JUST THAT ONE MOVE RIGHT THERE! He’s totally unresponsive right now and Thompson looks up, smiling from ear to ear as he signals for Project X to finish the job on Jobber Jay. Thompson bringing Jay to his feet and keeping him still for DROP TIL YOUR DEAD! THE CHARGING PUMPING BOMBER LARIAT AND BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE COMBINATION FROM PROJECT X! Thompson watches over and he’s laughing at the carnage caused! !! ONE MINUTE REMAINING !!There’s one minute on the clock and Shane Thompson won’t waste any more time, deadlifting Jay up from the ground in a gutwrench hold as he powers him up and DOWN WITH HOPE BREAKER II! HE’S NOT DONE AS HE ROLLS OVER, KEEPING THE HOLD ON JAY… A SECOND HOPE BREAKER II! ROLL OVER AGAIN AND THIS TIME THOMPSON OVERHOOKS THE ARMS, HE’S LIFTING JAY UP… LEGEND KILLER! [Double Overhook Piledriver] THE COVER AND THE COUNT! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING!CHEYENNE GRAHAM - Here is your winner… SHANE THOMPSON! Shane Thompson, Midas Hartwell, and Kai Imai. Project X has gained a new member- or even better- they gained their leader. The trio soon exit the ring as “Alligator Blood” once again rips through the speakers, playing out for the final time as they head to the back. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on May 31, 2021 5:10:56 GMT -5
“Man On The Moon'' hits and out comes Andrew Jefferson Coughman. He has his arms outstretched and is swaying his arms to the rhythm of his theme song. The Gender Non-Specific championship belt of the world is worn firmly around the waist of Coughman as he saunters out.
Upon reaching the ring, he climbs up the ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron, before entering the ring. He walks towards the center of the ring and gives a William Regal-esque wave as the audience are just showering him in boos. From there, he calls for the mic and he receives it.
:::ANDREW JEFFERSON COUGHMAN:::
I CANNOT believe that I am being FORCED to defend MY Gender Nonspecific championship against someone that I don’t even know who it is!! I take as an INSULT that I have to do this!! I DEMAND that Solomon Graham get his pencil neck out here and explain himself because I WILL NOT BE MADE A FOOL OF!!!! SO GRAHAM… get your ass out here!!!!
He throws a fit, ripping his belt from his waist and throwing it to the ground, before jumping around angrily. But he’s cut off when…
“Skeleton Key” hits and Solomon Graham comes out. He takes to the mic while standing on the outside.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Coughman, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t waiting for this. Day in and day out, I have grown sick and tired of seeing your smug ass on MY programming! So… I went and I found someone who was ready, willing and able to take you out of action… and all I had to do was believe in the man!!!!
Solomon smirks, as a look of terror shows up on Coughman’s face. And then…
WHOA-OH!! WHOA-OH!! I’M ALWAYS GONNA BE THE LAST ONE STANDING!!
With Solomon Graham gesturing at the curtain, the Dropkick King himself steps from behind it. The fans absolutely lose their minds as the former X*Crown Champion locks eyes with Coughman. AJC is shouting his protests as Adrien Cochrane starts walking down the ramp.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
And Coughman, for the record… YOU. ARE. AAAAAAAAAA FUCK!!!!!!
Coughman grows hysterical, leaping about frantically and angrily, before falling back first to the mat and flailing his arms and legs around.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is for the “Gender Non Specific championship of the world”. Introducing first, hailing from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 180 lbs, he is “The Schmuck”, Andy Kaufman.
He moves around the ring to where Cheyenne is standing, and DEMANDS that she announce him properly. She refuses…but before Coughman can start bullying the announcer, Adrien Cochrane steps between Cheyenne Graham and Andrew Jefferson Coughman. Coughman starts to take a few steps back before Graham corrects herself anyway.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Uhh, apologies, folks! It appears I read that wrong. What I meant to say was… he is “Better Than You, The Brainiest Of The Brainy, The Third Dirtiest Player In The Game (only because Jessy Jones and Ric Flair are still alive)” and lastly, he is the Gender Non Specific champion of the world… ANDREW. JEFFERSOOOOOOON COOOOOOUGHMAAAAAAN!!!!!!
Coughman is still on the opposite end of the ring as the only man from FWA to capture the XHF X*Crown Championship has his eyes locked on him.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 190 pounds, he is "The Dropkick King" ...ADRIEN COCHRANE!!
Cochrane tells Mark Hill to ring the bell to get the match started. As soon as the bell rings, Coughman immediately exits the ring.
Second Contest
Gender Nonspecific championship of the World
Andrew Jefferson Coughman vs. Adrien Cochrane
Time Limit: 15 minutes
Official: Mark Hill
DING DING DING!!
As soon as Coughman turns around to see where he could get away from the ring, the Dropkick King has sprinted to the ropes nearest Coughman and leaps over them with a crossbody onto Andrew Jefferson Coughman. It doesn’t take Cochrane too long to get back to his feet. As soon as he pulls Coughman up to his feet, Coughman tries a few weak punches that don’t even bother Adrien. Cochrane tosses Coughman back into the ring, who immediately pleads for Adrien to stop attacking him. His reply from Adrien was a slingshot dropkick. Cochrane quickly climbs the top rope and looks below at the downed Coughman before leaping for his trademark Swanton Bomb called the Flight One Eight Two. Cochrane stays on top for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!
At this point, Solomon Graham has rolled into the ring and raises Adrien’s arm along with referee Mark Hill.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner… AND THE NEW…
:::ANDREW JEFFERSON COUGHMAN:::
NO! NO! NO!!
The defeated Coughman grabs his microphone from earlier and his championship belt.
:::ANDREW JEFFERSON COUGHMAN:::
This was NOT a sanctioned match for the Gender Non-Specific Championship! Solomon, you can’t just do what you want with brute force and send out people who shouldn’t be in this division! I am STILL the Gender Non-Specific Champion!!
He approaches Graham and holds the belt high in the air before turning to Cochrane.
:::ANDREW JEFFERSON COUGHMAN:::
You are NOT the champion! You don’t qualify and this match was a SHAM from the start! I didn’t even know who I’d be facing and you had an unfair advantage. You are a rotten piece of…
After hearing enough, Cochrane quickly delivers his Adrien Cutter onto Coughman to the joy of literally every other human being in the venue. Cochrane picks up the microphone and leans over at Coughman, who is out cold from the finishing move.
::JAMES WILLIS::
How disrespectful!! Then again… it’s Coughman. He’s the King of disrespect, so he kinda earned it.
::LATE NIGHT::
Like Paul Bearer?
Willis pauses.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Fuck off.
::LATE NIGHT::
Hahaha!
:::ADRIEN COCHRANE:::
It’s not about the championship that makes a champion, Andrew. How you treat people matters. How you approach obstacles and challenges matter too. It’s about the heart and that fighting spirit. I don’t want your title. You can keep it. But I want you to go to the back and reflect on this. I want you to remember this moment right here, right now, the next time you start to be an ass to Cheyenne, Solomon, or anyone else. This defeat is a lesson. I hope you learn from it.
From there, Adrien exits the ring, slaps a few hands on his way to the back and heads through the curtain.
Then, two stagehands come out with brooms and sweep Coughman out of the ring and to the back.
::LATE NIGHT::
Okay, that’s over the Goddamn line!
::JAMES WILLIS::
What? We gotta take the trash somehow.
::LATE NIGHT::
Okay, seriously. You couldn’t have just let that be subtle?
::JAMES WILLIS::
Subtle? What’s the fun in that?! I like being as on the nose as humanly possible!
::LATE NIGHT::
You sound like a jackass.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Do I, or do I sound like a genius?
::LATE NIGHT::
Nope. Jackass. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on May 31, 2021 5:18:06 GMT -5
We cut backstage to the locker room of Sanada Inoki. The veteren has a saddened look on his face, he sees the camera is on and forces a smile onto his face.
::Sanada Inoki::
Konichiwa minna! It’s Inoki Sanada here. I’m… i’m not really sure how to say this.
He pauses, trying to think of the right way to phrase his words.
::Sanada Inoki::
I’m sorry to say, but i’m being forced to retire. In the next couple of months, when my current FWA Contract has ended, i will end my career. Thank you all who’ve supported me and made me feel so welcomed. This promotion will always hold a special place in my heart and in my career.
He looks down, almost as if he’s reading from a cue card now.
::Sanada Inoki::
Thank you to everyone who’s fought me in my storied career. For every referee who’s officiated a match of mine. For anyone who’s ever brought my matches to life with their words. In these final moments, i’ll do my best to give you the best Sanada Inoki i can. To show you everything i have to offer. And maybe, just maybe, i’ll go to a few other promotions along the way of my retirement tour.
His smile begins to fade away now, as his emotions and the weight of his words start to bear down on him.
::Sanada Inoki::
My name is Sanada Inoki and i have dementia. In a few months time i will retire from the world of pro wrestling. Thank you all. I love you.
He bows trying to hide his face as his final words ring through the viewers mind. We fade to black.
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::JAMES WILLIS::
The sad, unfortunate story of Sanada Inoki. When he’s gone, he will be missed.
::LATE NIGHT::
Indeed. He's a legend and the legacy he leaves behind will be one o---
But he's cut off by 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.
::LATE NIGHT::
OH COME ON!!! That's disrespectful!!
Ryan simply smirks and turns his attention to 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. 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 down and looks at the entrance curtain, awaiting Nelly Angel.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, wrestling out of Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 220 lbs, he is “Chicago’s Favourite Son”... “SSSSTUNNING” RYAAAAAN GRAAAHAM!!!!
"Rip it Up" by Jet hits as the crowd gets on their feet. Nelly Angel comes out, pumped for his match and takes off down the ramp, sliding into the ring when he gets there. He's ready for a hot match!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 180 lbs… NELLYYYYY ANGELLLLL!!!!
Referee Glenn Morgan checks both men. Nelly gives no issues, but Ryan argues, stating that he’s an honest man and would NEVER carry weapons with him… but that’s immediately proven false when Glenn Morgan finds a razor blade in his knee pad and throws it away. Then, from there, he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Third Contest
Nelly Angel vs. ”Stunning” Ryan Graham
Time Limit: 15 minutes
Official: Glenn Morgan
To open the match, Ryan spits in Nelly’s eye (a move that’d get him a warning if he didn’t act immediately afterwards) and goes for a roll-up right off the bat!
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2---NO!!!! Nelly kicks out, just a little bit before 2!!!
Nelly gets to his feet… but is met with a leg trip up by Ryan, and he goes for the pin again!
1.
2---NO!!! Again, Nelly kicks out just before 2!!!
With that, Ryan rains down a waterfall of punches, to the guts and the head of Nelly. The ref tries to make Ryan stop, starting a count but only reaching three before Ryan gets to his feet and mouths off to him.
::JAMES WILLIS::
What disrespect!
::LATE NIGHT::
My son has fallen from grace! I can’t believe what I’m seeing
From here, things are rather smooth, an extra five minutes of reversals, some high flying (mostly on Nelly’s part) and some technical work. It seems Nelly is capable of keeping up with Ryan and his antics, and even manages to get a few near falls! Eventually, we near the finish of the match and Nelly pays off the heat by NAILING Ryan with The Exclusive (Sliced Bread No2 into a Reverse X-Factor) and goes for the pin!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
It’s over!!! It’s gotta be!
::LATE NIGHT::
Ryan’s gonna be sent home to Chicago with his tail tucked between his legs!
1.
2.
3, it’s over… NO!!! Ryan’s foot makes it to the bottom rope, forcing the pin to be broken!
::JAMES WILLIS::
NO!!! Ryan got his foot on the r--- Oh… wait. NO HE DIDN’T!!!
Indeed he did not… instead, it was none other than Skeleskreem who broke up the pin by placing Ryan’s boot on the bottom rope! Glenn Morgan attempts to remove Skeleskreem from ringside… and Nelly FLIES over the top, landing on Skeleskreem and effectively taking him out!
::JAMES WILLIS::
YES!!!!!
::LATE NIGHT::
I don’t typically like high flying… but THAT WAS GOOD SHIT, PAL!!!!
Then, before Glenn Morgan can start counting him out, he slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope! He then tries to pin Ryan.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Now it’s gotta be over!
::LATE NIGHT::
Yes! Definitely!
...but NO!!!! Ryan quickly snatches Nelly up, rolling him into a Small Package!!!
1.
2.
Nelly kicks out, but...
3!!!
DING DING DING
It’s only slightly too late!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner, Ryan Graham!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
WHAT?!?! How the hell did Ryan pull that off?!
::LATE NIGHT::
It seems Nelly taking his attention away from Ryan and putting it on that skeletal jabron, might’ve hurt him a little bit! Not to mention… we Grahams can be especially crafty!
::JAMES WILLIS::
Indeed. Wait… there’s a situation going on here!
James Willis is right on the money with that, as Skeleskreem has rolled back into the ring and tackled Nelly to the mat! He’s punching away at him… but then, out from the back… MARCELLUS!!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
MARCELLUS!!!! HE’S BACK!!!!
::LATE NIGHT::
But where the FUCK has he been?! He has one job around here, Goddammit, and that’s to maintain order and the integrity of this federation!!
Marcellus slides into the ring and NAILS Skeleskreem with a NASTY looking German suplex, and Skel rolls to the outside, completely knocked out! Marcellus then helps Nelly to his feet, and Pete Patterson comes out to check on Nelly and walk with him to the back. From there, Solomon Graham comes out. He looks slightly annoyed as he makes his way to the old FWA Fusion podium. He demands that Marcellus meet him face to face at the podium.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
First things first... Ryan. It serves you right, my brother! Secondly... Marcellus. What. The actual. FUCK?!? I brought you in here for one Goddamn reason… and you just randomly disappear for two months and don’t show up! What happened?! Where the FUCK were you?!
Marcellus chuckles nervously.
::MARCELLUS::
Look… I understand your frustration, boss. I’m sincerely sorry for not showing up… but if you must know, I was away without a word because the investor, Donovan Dusk, told me to… because he wanted to negotiate my contract and buy me out for his order… and I told him to shove his offer up his ass, because MY place is to maintain order, not breed chaos!
The natives go wild! Solomon smirks.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
I’m glad you’ve got some balls! Alright. Cool. I’ll let you off the hook this time, but don’t make a habit out of it!
::MARCELLUS::
No problem, boss.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Aight. In that case, position yourself at ringside! You’ve got a job to do!
Marcellus gives a quick half-nod and stands at ringside, a position he keeps all throughout the show.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Well! It looks like Marcellus is team FWA for life, huh?
::LATE NIGHT::
Indeed! |
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Post by Solomon Graham on May 31, 2021 5:21:37 GMT -5
A droning noise and SMPTE bars take over the screen as the rest of the arena goes dark.
‘WE INTERRUPT YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING TO BRING YOU THE FOLLOWING’
The guitar of ‘X-Ray Visions’ kicks in and the lights come up to reveal two men in hoodies and masks flanking a man in a hoodie with shoulderpads indicating a higher rank in the Hoodie Ninjas.
“First thing that I did was buy a pack of smokes
Check into a motel and consult my horoscope
Sitting on the bed with the briefcase in my hands
Patiently awaiting any word from high command”
The one in the center turns around and unzips his hoodie to reveal the ‘IJM World Title’ around his waist. The right Ninja assists in removing his Hoodie to fully reveal Johnny Maverick. The left Ninja takes out Johnny’s mouthguard and using a pair of sterile gloves hands them to Johnny who pops it in his mouth. Johnny waves the ninjas away before he starts skanking and strutting his way to the ring in tune with his theme music.
“Telekinetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real!
You better believe me, brother, x-ray vision!
Telekinetic prophetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real!
I know what you're thinking sister, x-ray vision!”
Johnny Maverick makes it to the ring and hops up to the apron and enters through the middle and top rope. He blows a kiss to the referee before heading to the turnbuckle.
“Next thing that I did was tap out Morse code
With a wooden nickel on the receiver of the phone
Before I could complete it, I was quickly overtaken
By the angry spirits of Ronald and Nancy Reagan”
Johnny ascends the turnbuckle and loudly cries out ‘CAN YOU DIG IT!?’ to the crowd before jumping down and preparing for whoever will accept the “IJM World title” Open Challenge.
Fourth Contest
Johnny Maverick World championship
Johnny Maverick hosts an open challenge
And he waits… and waits… and waits… and waits. So does the audience. Eventually, Solomon Graham comes out. He has a disappointed look on his face.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
Unfortunately… We could not find anybody else named Johnny Maverick to compete for the “I’m Johnny Maverick” World championship. Therefore… STILL your “IJM” World champion, JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!!
J-Mav looks a bit taken aback… but then he’s like “Aight.” and he celebrates a little bit. Graham simply shakes his head and goes to the back, and soon enough, Johnny Maverick follows.
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When we come back, we see Lance Burke standing in the ring.
::LATE NIGHT::
Goddamn pal! What the fuck is Lance Burke doing here?!
Lance taps the mic to make sure it’s on.
::LANCE BURKE::
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight I am out here to announce a huge signing for FWA. Tonight, I’d like you all to give a warm welcome to the man that’s gonna change this company forever… Please welcome my second client…
A familiar tune to some begins to play. An unfamiliar one full of droning guitars and screams of agony to others. The lights begin to flash as a man's hand peeks through the curtains.
::LANCE BURKE::
He’s The Final Answer… The Gold Rush God!
The hand pierces through with force and speed as the man comes out to reveal himself as none other than…
::LANCE BURKE::
Eichi Yamaguchi!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
It’s him! It’s the MCCW Legend himself! The first ever MCCW Heavyweight Champion! The only man to ever win their Gold Rush Tournament! Eichi Yamaguchi!
Eichi walks down to the ring to a chorus of boos. He pays no mind to them though as he enters the ring, holding a heavy chain with a dog collar attached to one end. He stands there in the ring behind Lance, soaking in the boos from the fans. He puts up the mic to his mouth and the boos grow louder for him.
:::EICHI YAMAGUCHI:::
(Before i get to how i made my way here to the great white north, let me get a little something off my chest.)
He says as his usually emotionless eyes seeth with vitriol and rage.
:::EICHI YAMAGUCHI:::
(For the second time in a year MCCW has closed its doors. For the second time in a year fans, ring crew and wrestlers was fucked over by a husk of a man who kept us around with broken promises and falsehoods. For the second time our only means of making money, our jobs were cut from us by a piece of shit who wants to put other matters over running what was one of the most successful companies in North America. It seems the magic that once was there is all washed up. It’s all gone.)
He continues to stare into the hardcam as his words spit out of his mouth like flames.
:::EICHI YAMAGUCHI:::
(Give up on it ever coming back, give up like he did. Give up like everyone did. MCCW is fucking dead and if i have to be the one to tell you this, so be it. It’s time to stop dreaming and wake up. It’s time to come back to reality. So now that the promotion that made me who i am today is six feet under, now that i’ve finally woken from that dream…)
(After months of waiting, hoping for it to come back… I realized it never will again. So that brings me here. Mr. Burke here gave me a phone call, and he said he had a great opportunity for me here.)
(Speaking of here, There seems to be an abundance of kings. From your Brad Swanns to your Adrien Cochranes… But why be a king... When you can be The Gold Rush God? Your time is numbered… and Jimmy Williams… i’m coming for you too.)
On that note, Eichi’s music hits and he (along with Lance Burke) head to the back. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on May 31, 2021 5:34:34 GMT -5
::JAMES WILLIS::
Ladies and gentlemen, apparently there's been a situation in the back and Marcellus needs to attend to it.
::LATE NIGHT::
I mean, he's our only security. It'd be shitty of him to not do his job!
::JAMES WILLIS::
And while all that's going on, it seems like Ava Cannon and Ai Moe wasted zero time getting out to the ring!
::LATE NIGHT::
Indeed and you know, that goes back to the very first days of FWA! Back in the day, we didn't waste our time with frivolous entrance gimmicks, we just came out here and settled our business like men!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
Uhhhh... you literally never wrestled for FWA?
::LATE NIGHT::
Oh... well, shit.
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest scheduled for one fall, will determine the NEW No. 1 Contender to the FWA Women's championship!!! Introducing first, hailing from Mito, Ibaraki, Japan, weighing in at 100 lbs, she is "Your Lover And Mine"... AIIIII MOE!!!!!
Ai Moe blows a kiss out to the fans.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And her opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 130 lbs, she is "Beautiful and Dangerous".... AVAAAAA CANNON!!!!
Ava Cannon does a bit of shadowboxing and shadow kickboxing, before raising her arms in the air.
The official (Georgia Whittmaier) checks both women thoroughly, before signalling to them both that it's time to fight!
Fifth Contest
Contendership Contest (FWA Women’s championship)
Ava Cannon vs. Ai Moe
Time Limit: 15 minutes
Official: Georgia Whittmaier
This one is a STIFF contest! Ai Moe and Ava Cannon, back and forth, back and forth, strike, submission, strike, submission, until finally, Ava Cannon gets and maintains control throughout! Eventually, as Ava tries for a strike, Ai counters it into a Small Package Rollup!
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2--- NO!!!! Ava kicks out!
::JAMES WILLIS::
Both these ladies want that championship opportunity so badly!
::LATE NIGHT::
But who wants it more and who wants it enough to do what it takes?
::JAMES WILLIS::
We shall see.
Ai delivers a few stiff strikes and a few suplexes, some which she bridges into a pin… but they’re kicked out of relatively quickly (about 2 or so). She throws every signature she can at Ava… but every time, Ava manages to kick out or break out! It’s clear that Ai is getting somewhat frustrated and at long last, she tries to finish things off with Love Is A Battlefield (Kamigoye)... but Ava ducks it and when Ai falls forward, Ava takes advantage and locks in The Vegas Lights (Banks’ Statement)
::LATE NIGHT::
VEGAS LIGHTS!!!! IT’S OVER NOW!!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
I don’t think Ai’s gonna escape this one!
::LATE NIGHT::
She can’t!! They’re in the middle of the ring! She’s got nowhere to go!
But Ai struggles and struggles, grabbing handfuls and handfuls of ring canvas before finally, she reaches the bottom rope!! Ava is forced to let go!
::LATE NIGHT::
NO!!!! She made it!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
It seems like Ai wants to end her streak of bad luck really badly!
The end comes when Ai slaps on the Innovated Dragon Sleeper that she calls 'Lover's Last Breath' in a moment of desperation. Ava struggles, but ultimately, she succumbs and passes out. Georgia checks her arm once… and it falls. She checks it a second time… and it falls. She checks it one last time… and it falls. Ava is out!
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner, AND THE NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE FWA WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP… AAAAAIII MOE!!!!
Ai celebrates her big win in the ring. She heads to the turnbuckle and gets onto the middle rope, blowing a kiss out to the audience. She then hops off and exits the ring. Meanwhile, Ava slowly comes to, and when she realizes what happened, she becomes defeated. She looks at the audience… and then rolls out of the ring and heads to the back, dejectedly.
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The scene turns to backstage where the FWA’s hired muscle Marcellus is walking backstage shaking his head.
::MARCELLUS::
Always something around here I swear…
He mumbled to himself walking to the ring curtain when he spotted something out of the corner of his eye…
::MARCELLUS::
What…. The…. FUCK?!
The giant of a man said walking over as the camera pans around revealing the graffiti of a skull and crossbones covering the wall.
“SKATE OR DIE!”
::MARCELLUS::
What happened?! I walked down this same hallway just a minute ago and this wasn’t here!
He said completely stupefied, running his finger over the paint revealing it’s fresh.
::MARCELLUS::
And who around here would do this?!
He said letting out a groan just knowing tonight was going to be one of those nights.
::MARCELLUS::
Fucking wonderful… Now I have to find the goddamn janitor to clean this mess…
That’s when an unfamiliar female steps into the picture dressed in a black shirt with a neon orange biohazard symbol on it, some black baggy cargo pants, and a neon orange thong on display as her pants ride low. In her hand is a skateboard with orange flames on it. This isn’t just anyone though… This is the FWA’s newest talent acquisition… The skater punk herself Casey Iarossi. Marcellus looks at her kind of taken back from her appearance.
::MARCELLUS::
Oh uh hey do you know anything about this?
Casey looked at him with a funny look twitching her nose a little.
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Uh yeah! I did it! Duh!
Marcellus’ eyes grew wide, not even sure how to react from it.
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
What do you think? Like it? I mean it’s not my best work… The damn hardware store didn’t have any neon colors! Can you believe that?!
Casey said walking over admiring her work.
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Oh someone smudged it! Really!? Ugh....
Casey sighed, pulling out a can of spray paint out of her baggy pocket and touching it up.
::MARCELLUS::
Hey! Stop that!!!!
Casey laughed looking at Marcellus.
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Or what? What are you going to do?
::MARCELLUS::
That’s it!!!! You’re coming with me!!!
Marcellus goes to grab Casey who suddenly sprays him with the paint laughing.
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Come on catch me! LOOOOOOOOOOO UHHHHHHHH SEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!
Casey said, hopping on her board and rolling down the hall.
::MARCELLUS::
ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!
He said looking at his shirt now covered in paint.
Marcellus at this point was like a snorting bull as he started to give chase knocking over one of the backstage workers sending papers flying everywhere.
::MARCELLUS::
OUT OF MY WAY! OUT OF MY WAY!!!!
He yelled at workers as Casey had a clear speed advantage leaving a trail from her board for him to follow.
::MARCELLUS::
God damnit…. This is ridiculous!!!
He yelled when he flung open a door leading to outside by the loading dock. Casey stood with her board, a bold smirk on her face.
::MARCELLUS::
ALRIGHT! ENOUGH IS E-GODDAMN-NOUGH!!!!!!
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Awe… Is the whittle baby mad?
Marcellus’ face started to glow red as Casey blew a raspberry at him.
::MARCELLUS::
Did you just…..
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
YES I DID!!!! What are you gonna do Sasquatch? Cry?
Casey yelled before she took a running start and jumped off the dock and landed board first onto the lids of the dumpster down below and rode off them landing on the street gracefully.
::MARCELLUS::
YOU ARE SO GOING TO BE UNDER ARREST WHEN I GET YOU!!!!
Marcellus said looking down below… Casey simply looked up at him and raised a middle finger. Trying to gauge it perfectly Marcellus jumped off the docks and in a loud crash landed on the lids of the dumpster causing them to collapse.
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Oooo……. That’s gonna leave a mark….
::MARCELLUS::
GOD DAMNIT!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!
Casey walked over knocking on the dumpster.
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Hey uh…. Mr. Big Meanie Head Security Guy? Ummm just to let you know I’m certain the seafood leftovers from catering is in there…
::MARCELLUS::
Yeah, I have a nose!!! I can smell! Wait… issat… issat COW SHIT?!?! OHHH GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!!
A massive hand reached out from the dumpster like a zombie rising from the dead.
::MARCELLUS::
YOU’RE NOT GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!!
Casey laughed.
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Sorry about your luck… Consider yourself wrecked…
She simply said as suddenly the janitor casually emptied the contents of his wheeled can into the dumpster…
::MARCELLUS::
AHHHH COME ON!!!!! CAN’T YOU SEE I’M IN HERE!!!!
Marcellus yelled as Casey skated out of the scene leaving the scene of the crime. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on May 31, 2021 5:40:43 GMT -5
“Everything You Know Is Wrong” hits and Skitzo! comes out onto the stage. He waves to the natives, and they go berzerk for the resident jobber. He makes his way down to the ring, and upon reaching ringside, he rolls into the ring.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is for the FWA YouTube championship! Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Jabroni Industries, weighing in at 200 lbs… THIS. IS. SKIIIITZO!!!!!!!
Skitzo! gets on the middle rope and waves to the audience, before stepping down and getting into his corner. He awaits Weeaboo Jones… but then we cut to backstage.
The scene turns backstage with Marcellus walking into the building, his clothes covered in various stains and even a banana peel hanging off of his shoulder. He sniffs himself and instantly gets a disgusted look on his face.
::MARCELLUS::
I am too old to be dealing with this kind of shit… AND I’M NOT EVEN OLD YET!!
Marcellus said removing the banana peel off his shoulder before he heard the sounds of someone yelling. Marcellus lets out a sigh, and has a “fed-up” tone of voice.
::MARCELLUS::
Now what….?
Marcellus spoke following the sounds of Weeaboo Jones screaming.
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
HELP ME!!!! CAN SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP THE YOUTUBE CHAMPION, FOR FUCK’S SAKES!!!!! GET THIS BITCH AWAY FROM ME!!!!
Marcellus ran knocking over a table of drinks in the process like a semi truck with no brakes. He arrived at the scene to see Casey Iarossi giving Weeaboo Jones a wedgie.
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
STOP!!!!!! OWWWW, MY ASS!!!!!!
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Come on… Just give me your lunch money and everything will be ok…
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
Lunch money?! IT’S NIGHT TIME!!!!!! I DON’T HAVE ANY!!!! I’M A GROWN ASS ADULT! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!!!!
Casey let out a long sigh.
::MARCELLUS::
What the fuck?!
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
DO SOMETHING, MUTHAFUCKA!!! SHE’S GIVING ME A WEDGIE-desu!!!!! MY UNDERWEAR IS IN PLACES IT SHOULD NOT BE (uwu)!!!!!
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Come on Weenie give the money!
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
IT’S WEEABOO NOT WEENIE!!!!!!
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Whatever it’s still a dumb name!
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
FUCK YOU!!!!
And with that, Casey cranked back even more.
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
AHHHHHHHHH MY BALLS!!!!! MY ASS!!!!!!! OH MY GOD STOP IT!!!!
Marcellus stood there speechless.
::MARCELLUS::
I should’ve known I’d be dealing with this shit when I signed up for this job……
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
So you’re not going to give me the lunch money?
Casey said with a sigh.
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
THERE’S NO LUNCH MONEY TO GIVE YOU PSYCHO BITCH!!!! AND WHY IS YOUR UNDERWEAR ON DISPLAY LIKE THAT?!?!?! I’M GONNA GET A NOSEBLEED (uwu)!!!!!!
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Hey hey hey I would be more concerned about your underwear Weenie! This is about you and your lack of lunch money that I could use to buy me a fucking C4! And seeing as how you don’t have any you definitely deserve this!
Casey suddenly cranks on his underwear to the point they go around Weaboo Jones’ head.
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
NO NO NO NOOOOOOOO!!!!! OHHHH MY GOD!!!!!!
Weaboo stumbled around bumping into a wall before Casey grabbed her skateboard and smacked him in the ass with it.
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!
Weaboo Jones screamed running like a chicken with it’s head cut off before he slams into a wall and falls over.
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
HAH! LOSER!!!!
Marcellus let out a long sigh, face palming.
::MARCELLUS::
You come in here… You vandalize the place… You got skateboard tracks all over the backstage area now… You give Weaboo Jones a wedgie… You dumped me in the trash….. Who in the hell do you think you are?!
Casey smiled from ear to ear.
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
The name is Casey Iarossi…. That is Eye… Uhhh… Ross… Eeee….. Get it right fruit cup! And don’t you forget it!
Marcellus looked at her with a blank look.
::MARCELLUS::
Why do I have a feeling this isn’t the last of you I’ll be seeing?
Casey walked over patting Marcellus on the back.
:::CASEY IAROSSI:::
Because I’m the newest member of the FWA! But for now I’ll smell ya later! Just because you look like a Sasquatch doesn’t mean you have to smell like one! And by the way, thanks for buying my C4!
Casey said skating out of the scene leaving Marcellus speechless.
::MARCELLUS::
Goddammit if I wanted to deal with this kind of shit I would go back to working at the shopping mall with those weird emo kids!!!
Marcellus said before processing what Casey said.
::MARCELLUS::
Wait… Buy her a C4?! I didn’t……
Marcellus suddenly reached into his pocket…
::MARCELLUS::
THAT BITCH STOLE MY WALLET!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!!!
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
HEY UH… MARCIE!!! CAN YOU HELP ME?!?! I CAN’T SEE!!!
Marcellus lets out a sigh.
::MARCELLUS::
Are you trying to find the ring? It’s that way.
He points left, down the corridor.
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
Uh, buddy… maybe you got somethin’ in your ears… I JUST TOLD YOU I CAN’T SEE!!!!!
By this point, The Weeb is on his feet and stumbling around, arms in front of him, trying to feel his way. Marcellus keeps his arm pointed out.
::MARCELLUS::
Okay, come feel my fucking arm!
The FWA YouTube champion stumbles towards Marcellus and feels his arm, eventually moving down to his hand.
::MARCELLUS::
What direction am I pointing?!
:::WEEABOO JONES:::
Uhhhh… right. I gotta go defend my belt now, soooo… see ya!!!
He stumbles down the hall… and Marcellus moves towards the locker room so that he can have a shower.
Then, back at ringside, Skitzo! is waiting for the YouTube champion to make his presence known. Then…
“Help” by Pink Guy plays and The Weeb stumbles out, underwear still over his head and YouTube belt around his waist. He stumbles about for a bit until bumping into the ring. He rolls in underneath the bottom rope and finally, his undies come undone from his head and he crumples over in relief and pain, holding his ass and his nuts.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent, from “The Virgin Realms”, weighing in at 200 lbs, he is the current FWA YouTube champion… WEEABOOOO JONES!!!!!
The official, Mark Hill, then checks both men, before taking the YouTube belt and holding it up for the fans to see. He then calls for the bell and the match is underwear--- I MEAN, underway!!!
DING DING DING
Sixth Contest
FWA YouTube championship
Skitzo! vs. Weeaboo Jones
Time Limit: 30 minutes
Official: Mark Hill
No Disqualifications, No Count Outs
Skitzo! immediately targets The Weeb’s ass and balls (or lack thereof) and because of the No DQ rules (aka… lazy booking), it’s legal. The Weeb continues to get his ass kicked (literally) until finally, Skitzo! hooks the arms and hits him with the Butterfly DDT, before going for the pin.
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::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner AND THE NEW FWA YouTube champion, SKITZO!!!!
Skitzo! celebrates with his belt as The Weeb writhes about on the ground. Then… the same sweepers who swept Coughman out of the ring, come in and sweep The Weeb out of the ring. Skitzo! sorta high tails it outta there the minute he sees them come into the ring! |
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Post by Solomon Graham on May 31, 2021 5:45:46 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: The following contest is the Monster’s Ball match! The low, growled-out vocalization of Alissa White-Gluz is the only warning that the audience gets before '...And Their Eulogies Sang Me To Sleep' rips into the sound system with a vengeance. There is no pomp or circumstance as Taylor Geisler stalks her way out from behind the curtain, lips pulled into a sneer and hands reflexively opening and closing as her gaze locks on the ring. Sensing Jordan's hostility, the crowd is quick to rain boos down upon her as she makes her way to the ring, their hatred ignored. Geisler slides beneath the bottom rope and ascends to her feet, stalking her way over to her corner before turning around, hands taking hold of the ropes as she leans forward. A subconscious lick of her lips is hungrily done as her music fades. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Introducing first, hailing from Oil City, PA, weighing in at 181 lbs, this is TAYLOOOOOR GEISLER!!!! Taylor stalks about for a little bit… and then, just when we expect to hear a certain entrance song, we hear this instead… www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZM_kxJB12k&t=10s&ab_channel=PoKnAz0PoKnAz0Taylor cocks her head to the side, as this man… cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/671911056599416833/848836178874073098/Mister_Niceguy.pngComes out to the ring… instead of Jeffrey Shaw. This man walks up the ring steps, wipes his feet on the apron and steps through the ropes. He holds his hand out as a motion for Taylor to stay back and we hear him say “I can explain” to her. Amazingly, she doesn’t try to kill him. Instead, he takes the mic and speaks. “Ah. Very good, this microphone does indeed work! For those of you who don’t know who I am, my name is William J. Niceguy… but most just call me, Mister Niceguy. Now, Taylor, you were slated to face Jeffrey Shaw tonight, is that true? Well, I regret to inform you that Jeffrey Shaw is not here and as a result, your match with him has been postponed and Solomon Graham has asked me to take his place tonight! Why me? I’m not sure… but luckily, I only live a short walk away from this studio, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to make it! Anyways, let us have a good ol’ fashioned wrestling contest, shall we? Righty Ho! Ring the bell!”We see that Taylor has grown even more aggravated by Niceguy’s presence, to such a point where she may actually see Jeffrey Shaw standing where Niceguy is, mocking her from across the ring. Glenn Morgan checks both Taylor and Niceguy (Taylor, of course, being more of a struggle to check). He then calls for the bell. DING DING DINGSeventh Contest
Taylor Geisler vs. Mister Niceguy
Time Limit: 15 minutes
Official: Glenn MorganThis one is over pretty quickly, as Taylor dismantles Niceguy in just a few perilous seconds! She then hits him with Venan-Gone (Trapping her opponent's arms/shoulders if they're particularly tall, Taylor headbutts them in the face over and over and over again until they either submit and the ref forces her to let go... or they're knocked out cold, and the ref forces her to let go.) and Niceguy bleeds through his mask! Glenn Morgan calls for the bell as soon as he notices that Niceguy isn’t responding! DING DING DING::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Here is your winner, TAYLOR GEISLER!!!! But Taylor won’t stop!! She is PISSED that Jeffrey Shaw didn’t show, and now she’s gonna send a message by once more dismantling Niceguy. That is… until Marcellus shows up and gets her to stop. He has to physically lift her up and pull her away and to the back. The EMTs check on Niceguy and it’s determined that he needs to go to the hospital. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on May 31, 2021 15:32:25 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest scheduled for one fall is for the FWA Television championship!!
Wild Pegasus makes his way down to the ring to the sound of a generic rock tune. He hops onto the ring apron, wipes his feet and then enters.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, the challenger, hailing rom Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 215 lbs… WILD PEGASUS!!!!
The sounds of “Darko” -- Freddie Dredd begins to play out through the PA System as the lights flow through the arena before shining down onto the stage.
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… wrestling out of Nottingham, England in the United Kingdom and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-four pounds… he is the current reigning and defending Fullmetal Wrestling Alliance Television Champion, he is “The Cornerstone of Fullmetal Wrestling Alliance”, “The Face of FWA”, “The God of Television”, “Future FWA Professional Wrestling Champion”... THE VILLAIN… LIIIIAAMMMMMM BRRRRRRADDDDLEYYYYYYY!!!!
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, h unstraps his championship belt and kisses the main center plate and then hands it to the referee before turning and staring directly towards his opponent.
DING DING DING
When the referee calls for the bell, the Pegasus removes his mask… to reveal none other than Eddie Evans!!!
Eighth Contest
FWA Television championship
“The Draw” Eddie Evans vs. “The Villain” Liam Bradley
Time Limit: 10 minutes
Official: Glenn Morgan
This one is a stiff contest! Liam is seemingly pissed about Eddie’s little stunt earlier in the match, but Eddie (for the most part) is unfazed by Liam’s aggressive style. It’s almost as though he’s seen his fair share of Liam’s kind. Eddie’s offense consists mostly of counters and striking when necessary, but Liam’s is just all out aggression for FWA’s Resident Gay Boi (uwu).
Inevitably, Eddie manages to take control and in the heat of the moment, he NAILS him with that Running Boot in the corner, before locking him in the Cobra Clutch, trying to make him pass out as we reach the eight minute mark! It seems Eddie’s desperation is shining through as any time Liam tries to move forward towards the ropes, Eddie moves him back towards the middle of the ring! This comes to an end when Liam back boots Eddie in the balls, getting him to break the hold.
Then, as Eddie’s stumbling around, holding his nuts (the referee can’t see it), Liam grabs a hold of him, gets him into the argentine position, and flips him off into the Art Of Infamy (Argentine Backbreaker transitioned into a Knee Lift), before going for the pin!
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DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner AND STILL FWA TELEVISION CHAMPION, “The Villain” LIAM BRADLEY!!!!!
Glenn Morgan hands Liam his Television title… and Liam SNATCHES it away, before turning and spitting on Eddie. He then exits the ring, allowing some of the EMTs to tend to Eddie Evans. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on May 31, 2021 15:34:32 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FWA Women’s championship!
S&M By Rhianna will play throughout the arena. The crowd starts to boo as Summer walks down the ring. Summer gets to ring side and walks up the ring stairs. Summer motions to the referee to open the bottom and middle ropes so they can enter. Summer enters the ring and she puts her arms out to the side as she walks to the center of the ring.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first the challenger, from New York City, weighing in at 120 lbs, she is “SPOILED” SUMMEEEEER PAGE!!!!!!
“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::
And her opponent, from Scarborough, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 297 lbs, she is the current FWA Women’s champion… SELENAAAAAAAAA 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.
Referee Glenn Morgan checks both women and both come up clean. He then calls for the bell to start the match.
DING DING DING
Ninth Contest
FWA Women’s championship
Summer Page vs. Selena Firehouse
Time Limit: 30 minutes
Official: Glenn Morgan
This one is particularly based, as Selena is able to fight clean… whilst Summer needs to cheat, at times. However, Summer works over Selena’s legs, and Selena, the entire time, is just fighting to stay in this thing. Eventually, about five minutes into this match, Donovan Dusk comes down to ringside and screws with Selena a little bit behind Glenn Morgan’s back. He hits her from behind, he trips her up and he hands Summer weapons to use while Morgan’s back is turned.
Eventually, with all this fucking about, Solomon Graham comes down to ringside and tries to hit Dusk… but Dusk states that if Graham hits him, he’s in for a HUUUGE lawsuit AND he’ll lose the funds for the FWA. Graham, however, is having none of it and he chases Dusk all the way around the ring and to the back!
From there, Summer catches Selena and locks her in the Perfect 10 (Figure 8 Leg Lock)!!! Selena fights to stay alive, she tries everything! She tries to move towards the bottom rope, but her legs are too weak! She can’t do it! As a result of all the pain she’s suffering… Selena passes out. Glenn Morgan checks her to see if she’s still in this thing… but she’s not. He calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner AND NEW FWA WOMEN'S CHAMPION, SUMMER PAGE!!!!
….but Summer REFUSES to let go of the hold! It takes Glenn Morgan making her break it to get her off of Selena. He hands her the belt and she SNATCHES it away, before holding it above her head. The natives are restless and they all start to heckle Summer… and as a result, Summer SPITS on one of the audience members, which only incites more chaos and disruption within the audience! Solomon Graham and Marcellus have to come back out and get everybody to calm down… and of course, Graham was already going out there to check on his wife and make sure she’s okay. And he does that. From there, he and Marcellus manage to get everything under control, and Sol manages to get Selena to the back. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on May 31, 2021 15:36:30 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Undisputed championship of Professional Wrestling!!!
Koch does the two peace signs while teabagging at the top of the ramp. He comes down to the ring with a piece of toilet paper stuck to his foot. He kicks it off before rolling inside.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 420 lbs, this is “Big” KOOOOOCH KNOCHER!!!!!
The trumpets and the lyrics of "U Mad?" by Vic Mensa feat. Kanye West is heard as the crowd anticipates the entrance of Wrestling's Prince. The camera focuses on the projector that shows an animation of the Canadian flag waving in black and white.
"Ooh I don't need y'all either
Ooh don't wanna talk about it
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody
I guess I don't!"
The Canadian flag is then replaced by a silver crown with the words, "Wrestling Prince" written underneath in big bold letters.
"Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?"
Jimmy Williams finally makes his presence known as he bursts out of the curtains. He spreads the fingers of his right hand and stares at it before forming a fist and punching the air. Jimmy then walks towards the ring, Professional Wrestling title around his waist. He is accompanied by Donovan Dusk, the investor of the FWA, who’s recently been trying to gain full control of the company (for what, we don’t know).
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent, from KINGston, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 lbs, he is the current Undisputed champion of Professional Wrestling… “PRINCE” JIMMYYYYYYYY WILLIAMS!!!!!
Jimmy takes the mic from Cheyenne to cut a little promo.
:::JIMMY WILLIAMS:::
Now do you understand why I did what I did?! It’s because of bullshit like this! I’m being expected to defend MY title against this fatass, just because “Oh, he’s a former World champion!” But guess what?! That “World title” belonged to a JOKE of a federation, that NOBODY cares about anymore! And yet, this fat piece of SHIT is seen as a contender for MY championship?! GIMME A FUCKING BREAK!!! I’m gonna make QUICK WORK of this FUCK and then, I’m gonna go on to have THE GREATEST REIGN that this title has and EVER WILL see!!!
He then enters the ring and hands his belt off to Dusk. Edgar Brown checks both men thoroughly, both coming up clean (.....dont mock me with koch no clean jerk), and Edgar calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Tenth Contest
Undisputed championship of Professional Wrestling
“Big” Koch Knocher vs. “Prince” Jimmy Williams w/Donovan Dusk
Time Limit: 30 minutes
Official: Edgar Brown
This one is all over the place! Big Koch gets in a ton of offense and Jimmy can’t do much, except take shots where he can. Eventually, Jimmy goes to the outside from sheer frustration that he can’t seem to faze the big man, and Edgar Brown warns Jimmy to come back inside the ring, but Jimmy doesn’t listen. Instead, he waits for Edgar Brown to start the ten count.
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But then, when Big Koch turns around to look at the ref… Jimmy Williams slides back into the ring and rolls him up!! Edgar Brown slides into position to see Koch’s shoulders down, but he misses Jimmy Williams grabbing his tights!!!
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Edgar Brown calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner AND STILL Undisputed Champion of Professional Wrestling, JIMMY WILLIAMS!!!!
The fans boo as Donovan Dusk, with a shit eating grin on his face, takes the championship belt and carries it to the back. Big Koch is so upset… he refuses to leave the ring. One stagehand comes into the ring and tries to make him leave, much to the chagrin of the fans who love Big Koch… this poor stagehand eats a Least Effort, and it looks as though he’s having a miscarriage! It seems as though Big Koch’s negative feelings have been satiated by that Least Effort, and he does a little dance, throwing up two peace signs, before exiting the ring. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on May 31, 2021 15:43:31 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest scheduled for one fall is your Main Event of the evening, and it will be contested under Concession Stand Brawl rules! What that means is, there are NO RULES pertaining to this contest and the competitors are free to do whatever they please to each other!!!!
Donald Dream runs out as "DNA" by Joyner Lucas blares over the PA system. He is accompanied by Ian Dream.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Ian Dream and hailing from Gorilla City, weighing in at 201 lbs, he is “The Primetime Primate” DONAAAALD DREAAM!!!!!
Dream stands in the ring, pulling on the ropes in his corner while waiting on his opponent. Then…
“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 the opponent, hailing from Scarborough, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 223 lbs, he is the owner of the Fullmetal Wrestling Alliance... "The Paragon Of Professional Wrestling" 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.
Main Event
Concession Stand Brawl
Solomon Graham vs. Donald Dream w/Ian Dream
This contest has no time limit
Official: Edgar Brown
This contest is utterly brutal, with Graham and Dream pulling out every single stop they can… and as a result, both of them wind up bleeding very early on. It brings Dream’s piss to a boil, but for Graham, all it does is motivate him to keep holding on and keep fighting! Ian Dream tries to interfere multiple times and succeeds, basically turning it into a glorified handicap match. When Ian is about to interfere once more…Graham knocks him TF OUT… but that only serves as a distraction, as Donald Dream takes advantage once more, getting some more heat on Graham!
::JAMES WILLIS::
These two are really bringing it here tonight!
::LATE NIGHT::
And I can promise you that Solomon is gonna risk everything to defeat Donald Dream! Including his own life
::JAMES WILLIS::
That’s not healthy, but then again, it is Sol’s MO.
::LATE NIGHT::
Exactly
Graham and Dream eventually fight on top of a scaffold that is stationed in between the FWA Podium and the glass commentary desk. Dream gets hold of Graham. He then walks him towards the side with the commentary booth.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Donald, stop!!! You can’t do this!!
::LATE NIGHT::
Think about this, Don! How would you feel if someone else was in your position, dropping your son through glass?! That’s how I’m gonna feel if you do this! Please, step away from that ledge!!
Dream smiles an evil smile, drags his thumb across his neck… and throws him off.
::JAMES WILLIS AND LATE NIGHT::
NOOOOOO!!!!!
Graham is sent CRASHING through the glass commentary booth!
::LATE NIGHT::
GODDAMMIT, I CAN’T---
We then hear the subtle sounds of him removing his headset, as Dream celebrates atop the scaffold.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Ladies and gentlemen, I am in absolute shock! Solomon Graham’s been dropped, head first, through our commentary booth and… I don’t know if he’s gonna live to see another day.
Dream then leaps off, landing on his feet, and he contemplates throwing Graham back into the ring and pinning him… but instead, he orders the ref to check him, thinking that he’s earned himself a TKO victory. He then slowly makes his way to the back, turning his back on the scene behind him. He’s about to head through the entrance curtain, but then…
“HEY!!!!”
::JAMES WILLIS::
WHAT?!?!
He pauses… and turns around to see Solomon Graham, slowly and weakly, rising to his feet, blood spewing from the gashes in his neck and a shard of glass in hand. He holds the shard up… and takes a bite out of it! He chews and chews and CHEWS on it… until finally swallowing.
“Just where... THE FUCK... do you think you’re going?! I’m not finished yet!!!”
Dream looks shocked… then FURIOUS!!!
The two then continue to fight, eventually taking it back to the ring (which causes the ring to be stained with blood). Dream throws everything he has at Graham, but Graham refuses to stay down! Eventually, he gets Graham into position to lift him up for The Mandrill (Underhook Piledriver)... but Graham reverses it and manages to escape! He then gets a hold of Dream, pulls him in, lifts him up and… SNB!!!! SNB!!! Graham goes for the pin!!!
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DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner… SOLOMON!!! GRAHAM!!!!!
Graham slowly starts to rise to his feet, the EMTs coming out to attend to the wounds of Graham and Dream. Eddie Evans and Ian Dream come back out (one after the other) with wet towels to clean up the faces of their respective athletes. Graham takes the towel provided by Eddie and wipes his own face with the towel, but Dream’s still a bit dazed from the SNB. Graham then slowly rises to his feet and limps over to Dream. He helps him to his feet and slaps the daze out of him… before offering him a handshake.
“You’re a hell of a fighter, Dream. Don’t ever change…”
Dream doesn’t look too impressed… but he accepts it anyways. He and his son then exit the ring and head to the back.
Selena Firehouse then comes out, with tears in her eyes, to check on her husband and make sure he’s okay. He reassures her that he’s absolutely fine, just a little bit banged up. “‘Tis just a flesh wound” he says. He then calls for a microphone, while leaning on his best friend and his wife for balance. He takes the mic and talks.
:::SOLOMON GRAHAM:::
That… was some epic shit. Donald Dream… Thank you for giving me… a war.
Now… I have just one more thing to speak about before we go. Our next event will be on June 30th. FWA: Ultimate Survival. It’ll be an eight match event, leading up to our July event… but I’m getting ahead of myself. Ryan Graham, my brother… it seems like I need to chase your sorry ass outta the FWA one more time! I’ll be more than happy to do that when FWA comes to the CNE for Ultimate Survival! The rest of the card will be announced soon… but one thing to note is that the Tag Team titles will be on the line once more! And lastly… at FWA’s July Event, FWA and XHF: Devastation, on the 31st… I have a callout to make. One… DYLAN BLACK!!!
Last year, at World War 3, the collaboration event between FWA and J-ROK… you won against me via screwjob, when that turncoat Matt Noble jumped ship to Donovan Dusk’s rule! I don’t believe you have any involvement with Dusk… but what happened was BULLSHIT and YOU KNOW IT WAS BULLSHIT!!!!
So… at Devastation… I want another match with you!! And this time, I will NOT lose!!!
But then, just as he finishes speaking… Ryan Graham comes out from the back, slides into the ring and SMACKS Sol one upside the head! He stomps on him until Eddie and Selena manage to break from their shock and back him up… but Ryan fights them off too and just continues to punch away on his younger brother, before picking him up and locking him in the Dream Of Billions (Million Dollar Dream)!!! Eventually, Marcellus has to come back out and chase him away… but Sol is out and the EMTs need to attend to him and make sure he’s okay. It is at this awful sight… that FWA’s 2-Year Anniversary event signs off. |
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