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Post by Solomon Graham on Jul 31, 2021 9:38:20 GMT -5
 “Happy fucking Birthday!”
July 31st, 2021
Live from The Skydome
Toronto, Canada |
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Post by Solomon Graham on Aug 6, 2021 20:52:30 GMT -5
::JAMES WILLIS::
Salutations FWA fans! Welcome to one of the biggest nights in FWA history, on this night where we celebrate the XHF’s 20th birthday. Welcome to XHF: Devastation!!!!
::LATE NIGHT::
Goddammit pal! This is a big fucking evening for us! How ya doing, Willis? Ya doing good? I’m doing fan-fucking-tastic!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
As am I! It’s been brought to my attention that Solomon Graham has something to say… so, let’s get him out here!
“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. He is all business as he makes his way to the ring and demands a mic.
GRAHAM - How the hell are we tonight?
The crowd pops, mildly. You know the drill. Graham cups his hand to his ear, looking confused.
GRAHAM - I said... HOW THE HELL ARE WE TONIGHT?!
A much bigger pop. Satisfied, he laughs.
GRAHAM - That's what I like to hear! Now right down to business, this a big night in FWA. We’re celebrating the XHF’s 20th Birthday tonight! To quote one of the greatest of all time, “Ah’m feelin’ funky like a monkey, behbehth!” And, well… you already know who I’m facing tonight… So why doesn’t my opponent show himself, right now?
The crowd waits. Baited anticipation. Shivering. Who could it be? That's when-
"Blood Tears Dust" plays on the PA.
The crowd explodes!
All spotlights shine on the entrance ramp!
The light bounces off the gold… and Dylan Black makes his way down the ramp and to the ring… only to run into the ring and start swinging. Graham swings back and they clock the living daylights out of each other, before both men get out of the ring and fight their way to the back, leaving the ring in time for the opening bell.
::JAMES WILLIS::
What an explosive fight!
::LATE NIGHT::
Indeed. I can’t wait to see my son kick the living shit outta that cybernetic son of a bitch!
::JAMES WILLIS::
It’s definitely gonna be worthy of the main event sp---
“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.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is for the… *sighs*... “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… until he threatens her with her job, stating that “If you don’t announce me properly, I’ll go STRAIGHT to my good friend, Donovan Dusk, and I’ll request that he relieve you of your job!!!”. At that point… she doesn’t hesitate.
::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 REAL Gender Non Specific champion of the world… ANDREW. JEFFERSOOOOOOON COOOOOOUGHMAAAAAAN!!!!!!
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.
And Jobber Joe comes out to no music, merely walking down to the ring. The fans cheer for him, but only because he’s against AJC. Joe has the GNS Championship of the World in his hands.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent, the Gender Non Specific champion of the World, Jobber Joe.
He climbs the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He puts the belt off to the side and allows the official to check him. The official also checks Coughman, before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING
Opening Contest
Clash Of The Jabrons
Gender Non-Specific championship of the world
Andrew Jefferson Coughman vs. Jobber Joe ©
This one’s fairly back and forth and fairly comedic. AJC gets heat on Joe, Joe blows his comeback and in the end, he finishes it off with the Charging Uppercut, meanwhile the fans are going nuts the whole time. Finally, Joe goes for the pin.
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DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner, AND STILL THE GENDER NON-SPECIFIC CHAMPION OF THE WORLD… JOBBEEEEEERRR JOEEEE!!!!!
Joe celebrates the win as AJC lays there, knocked out, on the mat… but then, from the back, Eddie Evans comes out, slides into the ring, SMACKS Joe upside the head and gets a shit ton of heat on him, beating the living shit out of him and making him bleed for the first time in his career. He then takes to the mic to say what he needs to say.
:::EDDIE EVANS:::
You see?! This is EXACTLY why I did what I did last month!!! Because of BULLSHIT like this that Solomon Graham allows to go on!!
The fans boo the living shit outta Eddie.
:::EDDIE EVANS:::
These two jagoffs, neither of whom belong in a ring, and yet here they are, taking up space! Well… no more. It ends TONIGHT!!!
He then heads to the outside, grabs a chair from the ringside area, heads back into the ring… and SLAMS it against the neck of Jobber Joe… SEVERAL TIMES!!!! He then turns that chair on Andrew Jefferson Coughman, just completely annihilating him with the chair, before booting both of them out of the ring.
:::EDDIE EVANS:::
There’s that taken care of. Another thing… in a few months time, my contract with the FWA expires.
A shocked reaction from the fans.
:::EDDIE EVANS:::
That’s right. As of December 31st, 2021, I will no longer have a place on FWA’s roster. Before then, I want to win the Undisputed championship one more time before then. So, Jimmy Williams, Adrien Cochrane, whoever the fuck is gonna be champion when I come knockin’... take this as your warning. I’m coming!!! |
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Post by Solomon Graham on Aug 6, 2021 21:26:12 GMT -5
Colby Wullerton is standing next to the FWA Women’s champion, “Spoiled” Summer Page and Donovan Dusk. Summer has the Women's title belt tucked under her left forearm.
Colby Wullerton: Yo! I’m here with Donovan Dusk and the FWA Women’s Champion, “Spoiled” Sumner Sage.
Donovon Dusk: Very good, pal! I oughta give you a raise.
Donovon rips the microphone out of Colby’s hands and pushes him out of the view of the camera.
Donovan Dusk: Dipshit! Don’t you EVER disrespect one of MY wrestlers, EVER again!!! Do we understand each other?!
He then hands the microphone to Summer.
Donovan Dusk: There you go, sweetheart. I apologize for that rudeness.
“Spoiled” Summer Page: Thank you, Donovan. Now that the trash has been disposed of I have some things I need to get off my chest. As we all know I am the most beautiful and dominant woman in not only FWA but the entire XHF. We see it every time I enter an FWA ring and we see how pathetic each woman is across the board of each company associated with XHF.
Donovan Dusk: What are we going to do that, Summer?
“Spoiled” Summer Page: It has been brought to our attention that a joint pay per view between FWA and J-ROK is coming up.
Donovan Dusk: That it is.
“Spoiled” Summer Page: I want to prove I am the superior woman in all of XHF.
So, this is what I am proposing. Since I have gone through every woman in FWA. I am willing to put my FWA Women’s title up against anyone on the roster of J-ROK. I don’t care if it's someone like Nausicaa Suzuki, Momoko Honda, Brea Lombardi, Sero, Trist Hawke, Rin Kubo, Hayley Grimes, Olympia, or whoever wants to step up and challenge for my title. Just remember whoever is brave enough to step up and accept my challenge they better not miss because I when I take aim at you I won’t miss. And if you are one of those women I mentioned who has a championship you will be putting your title reign in great jeopardy. So, put your best foot forward, ladies, since I always do because I am pure perfection.
Summer blows a kiss at the camera… but as she does, we hear the sounds of a scuffle off camera. It draws closer and both Donovan Dusk and Summer grow more and more uncomfortable, as it draws closer. It’s Solomon Graham and Dylan Black, continuing their fight from earlier in the show. Graham gets Dylan in a front facelock… but as he does, Dylan drives him back first into the set behind them, causing both men to be knocked out temporarily. From there… Donovan Dusk and Summer Page get the hell outta dodge.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Can you believe the nerve of Donovan Dusk and that entitled bitch, Summer Page?
::LATE NIGHT::
I know. She’s such one percent scum!
::JAMES WILLIS::
It’ll be interesting to see who accepts her challenge, though. I can think of quite a few ladies over in J-ROK who could bring a fight to Summer’s doorstep.
::LATE NIGHT::
Yeppers. And speaking of fights… there’s one coming up right now!
::JAMES WILLIS::
That’s right!
Weeaboo Jones and Joseph Hart are already waiting in the ring, their announcements having already been made. Then…
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 shoulder pads 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 facing his two opponents.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And their opponent, from Washington D.C., weighing in at 225 lbs, he is “The Sexy Psychic Savior of the Suplex” and the “I’m Johnny Maverick” World champion... JOHNNYYYYYYYY MAAAAAVERICK!!!!!
DING DING DING
Second Contest
The single most random match of all time
Johnny Maverick vs. Weeaboo Jones vs. Joseph Hart
Time Limit: None
Official: Mark Hill
This one’s over pretty quickly. Johnny does a few suplexes onto Weeaboo Jones, works Joseph Hart’s arm over, and locks him in the Perfect Armbar, making him tap out in mere seconds.
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner, “The Sexy Psychic Savior of the Suplex” JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!!!!
He celebrates an easy win and an adoring public, cheering for him… and as he celebrates, somebody slips into the ring… it’s newcomer, Yoshi Kanzuki! Yoshi grabs Johnny, turns him around and NAILS him with the Shinto-Plex (Northern Lights Suplex)!!!! He stands tall over Johnny… before spitting on him, and getting out of the ring.
::JAMES WILLIS::
What disrespect!!!
::LATE NIGHT::
Who does this guy think he is, coming out here and doing this to Johnny Maverick? Right after he won that match in quick fashion, too!
::JAMES WILLIS::
I know. That’s a load of crap. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on Aug 6, 2021 22:25:01 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is a special interpromotional match, is set for one fall and has a fifteen minute time limit!
“The Final Countdown” Hits And We Hear That Iconic Synth Intro. As The Intro Is Playing, We See A Graphic For A Grayscale American Flag Waving In The Background, A Countdown, Starting At 50 Seconds And Going Down From There. Eventually, At Around The 11 Count, We Reach The Homestretch.
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From There, The Drums Kick In, Bringing Us Full Swing Into The Song, And Out Comes Sermon Bundy, An American Flag Draped Over His Shoulders, Kept There By A White Rope That Connects Both Ends And Secures It In Place. He Makes His Way Onto The Stage, Stretching Out His Neck And Arms And Throwing Some Shadow Punches At The Air.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Introducing first, being accompanied by Owie Sharp, residing in the Professional Wrestling District of Sportopia, weighing in at 267 lbs… SERMOOOOOOON BUNDYYYYYY!!!!!
Walking Down The Ramp, He Throws Up The Hand Signal For “I Love You” With Both Hands And Smiling For The Crowd. The Crowd Doesn’t Buy It, Though. It Seems Sermon’s Smile Is Much Too Plastic For Their Taste, It Seems There’s Something… Sinister… About It, And As A Result, They Don’t Know What To Think. They Don’t Know How To React.
He Takes Slow Steps Up The Ring Stairs And Upon Getting To The Apron, He Wipes His Feet Before Stepping Into The Ring. He Then Smiles Again For The People, Before Taking A Knee And Throwing Up The “ILY” Hand Signals Again, To Nothing But Boos From The Audience. He Then Gets Up And Does A Bit Of Arm Stretching And Throws A Few More Shadow Punches At The Air. He Then Gets Into His Corner.
"Uncontainable" By Set it Off starts to blast on the P.A, and Big Richard Energy marches out, broad smile, full of purpose. He waves his arms up and down to get the crowd going before slapping his chest three times with his right hand. The crowd match his enthusiasm as he power walks to the ring, making sure to fist bump a handful of the fans at ringside.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent, accompanied by Richie Pump, hailing from Yorkshire, England, weighing in at 320 lbs, he is “Big” RICHAAAAAARD ENERGYYYY!!!!
Richard reaches the steps and jogs up them, before heading through the second rope into the ring, where he heads to his corner, ready to fight.
DING DING DING
Third Contest
Special Interpromotional Match
Big Richard Energy (FWA/XHF) w/“Swedish” Richie Pump vs. Sermon Bundy (Zion) w/Owie Sharp
Time Limit: 15 minutes
Official: Edgar Brown
This one’s a fine exhibition between two big guys. Sermon gets plenty of heat on Big Richard, as does his manager, Owie Sharp. The fans throw all kinds of trash at Sermon, and all it does is piss him off more, leading him to throw all kinds of clubbing blows and haymakers and chops, and the more he does that to Big Richard, the more the fans throw trash. The more the fans throw trash, the angrier Sermon gets. The angrier Sermon gets, the worse the beatdown for Big Richard…
But eventually, out of nowhere, Big Richard starts to “Bulge” up. A punch from Sermon, and Big Richard weathers it. Another punch, but it doesn’t stop Big Rich. One more punch, and Big Richard points at him… and he “blows” his comeback! Belly-To-Belly, all kinds of slams, plenty of splashes, before finally going through his signature moves, starting with the Sitout Powerbomb, then the Running Powerslam, then going to the top and hitting the Big Ending (Moonsault), before lifting him up and hitting him with the Pounce.
From there, he keeps hold of Sermon, brings him back to his feet and hits him with the B.D.E. (Sit-Out Reverse Piledriver), before going for the pin.
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DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner, “Big” Richard Energy!!!!
Big Richard celebrates his “big” win, and “Swedish” Richie rolls into the ring to celebrate with his friend.
“That was awesome, man!!! Good stuff! My match is next, uhh… you mind sticking around here?”
Big Richard nods at his friend and exits the ring to let Swedish Richie do his stuff.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger, from parts unknown…he is the Tarrasque!
“Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing, but no one comes out from the back.
::JAMES WILLIS::
What is this? This isn’t the music listed for Tarrasque?
::LATE NIGHT::
I know who that music’s for, but he isn’t booked here?
::JAMES WILLIS::
Who do you think it is?
::LATE NIGHT::
I don’t want to jinx it.
The curtain opens to reveal a puff of smoke as Armand von Krauss walks out from the back with an Egyptian cigarette in one hand and a thick chain with a handle on the end in the other. He gives a yank on the chain and Tarrasque comes out. The chain is connected to an iron collar around his neck. The crowd immediately boo this situation in seeing the beast laid low like this.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Armand von Krauss? Why is he here?
::LATE NIGHT::
There were rumors that Tarrasque had been taken by Armand Von Krauss and that Marcus Anderson is missing. I don’t know what to make of it, though I’m sure that Armand is behind everything.
Armand gives the chain a firm, but commanding tug to take up the slack. He leads the beast down to the ring, unlocks him from the chain, and allows him to enter the ring.
::JAMES WILLIS::
That collar is still in place. Is that legal?
::LATE NIGHT::
What’s he going to do? Throat butt someone?
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent, accompanied by “Big” Richard Energy, hailing from Lund, Sweden, weighing in at 269 lbs… he is “Swedish” Richie Pump!
Swedish Richie extends a friendly hand to Tarrasque with the fans cheering on his good sportsmanship. Tarrasque glares at the offered hand, an enraged expression on his face as he drools onto the mat. Richie withdraws the hand and backs up, suddenly unsure of himself. Tarrasque just growls at him.
::JAMES WILLIS::
What has gotten into Tarrasque? He just looks mad. Rabid!
::LATE NIGHT::
I would think that Armand’s gotten to him. It’s unfortunate, because Tarrasque was a friendly type of monster.
The bell sounds to start the match
DING DING DING
Fourth Contest
Tarrasque w/Armand Von Krauss vs. “Swedish” Richie Pump w/Big Richard Energy
Time Limit: 15 minutes
Official: Glenn Morgan
Tarrasque begins walking slowly across the ring, with each passing step he seems to loom larger and larger. Richie summons up his courage and dropkicks Tarrasque with his thick, tree trunk like legs. This doesn’t do more than stagger him backwards a step or two. So, Richie hits another drop kick, and another one. The fourth drop kick sends Tarrasque to the mat.
Tarrasque gets right back up and grabs Richie for a collar-elbow tie up. They push back and forth against one another before Richie pulls Tarrasque down into a side headlock. He pushes Tarrasque into the ropes and on the rebound, Tarrasque hits a shoulder charge that sends Richie right down to the mat!
::LATE NIGHT::
That’s gonna leave a mark!
::JAMES WILLIS::
Tarrasque running like a freight train there!
Richie gets back to his feet as Tarrasque runs to the ropes on the opposite side. He comes back with another shoulder charge that Richie side steps. Tarrasque continues to the ropes and on the return, goes for another shoulder charge, but this time Richie is ready with a drop toe hold that sends Tarrasque face first into the mat.
Richie jumps up and begins quickly stomping and kicking Tarrasque. At least until Tarrasque seizes him by the foot and begins to grip the ankle in a meat paw in what can only be described as an ankle claw. Richie yelps and falls to the mat as Tarrasque cinches in the pressure on the move. The ref checks to see if Richie will submit, but he refuses.
Richie starts pumping his arms to get the crowd behind him and despite the pain, Akers his way to his feet. Richie reaches back with his free foot and kicks Tarrasque in the side of the face! This sends away a spray of blood and spittle, forcing the beast to break the claw hold on the ankle.
Tarrasque starts getting back to his feet, but Richie starts hitting him with clubbing blows that send him back down to the mat. At least for a moment or two before Tarrasque begins to stand up, unaffected by the clubbing blows that Richie rains down upon him. When Richie realizes that he’s not hurting the big guy and that said big guy looks really angry, he changes tactics. Richie starts patting Tarrasque on the arm.
::LATE NIGHT::
Is he trying to calm Tarrasque?
::JAMES WILLIS::
It sure looks that way. I wonder if it’s working?
::LATE NIGHT::
Goddamn. That kid’s got some serious balls!
Tarrasque seizes Richie by the throat and lifts him high into the air. He motions with Richie like he was flying an airplane until a stern gaze from Armand tells him to stop playing around. Tassasque choke slaps Richie down, pulls him up a foot by the throat, and slaps him down over and over again.
Tarrasque stops the brutal assault and raises his arms into the air to the booing fans as if he was already the winner of the match. He reaches down to slap Richie around to get him to wake up. Richie grabs Tarrasque by the arm and pulls him down into a small package!
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2---NO!!! Tarrasque kicks out!
::JAMES WILLIS::
Tarrasque almost lost it there.
::LATE NIGHT::
That would have been a heck of a win for Dick Pump!
::JAMES WILLIS::
His name is Richie Pump?
::LATE NIGHT::
Yeah, whatever.
Both Richie and Tarrasque are quick to get to their feet and Richie decides that it’s a great idea to punch Tarrasque in the face! The impact doesn’t budge the beast a bit and he responds with a hammering right hand of his own that sends Richie to the mat like he had been shot.
Tarrasque grabs Richie by the throat and grabs him dangerously near the crotch to get him high up into the air in a press slam position, but he hurls the smaller wrestler from the ring like he was a small log at a lumberjack camp! Richie slams into the ring railing surrounding the ring, pushing it back two rows into the standing crowd.
Richie sits up, feeling his head and checking his hand to see that there is no blood. He is pretty woozy though as an attempt to stand up just brings him back down to his sitting position. He looks around for Tarrasque to see where he is, but fails to see him.
That’s because Tarrasque begins to run to the side of the ring opposite to Richie, who is getting up to his feet. Just in time to see Tarrasque running back toward the ropes. He leaps through the ropes and hits a spear that totally levels Richie and part of the ring railing!
::LATE NIGHT::
And ladies and gentlemen, this is how you Goddamn kill a man!
::JAMES WILLIS::
You said it right there! Richie is just broken on the floor. I wonder if-
Richie gets up to all fours and begins retching before fully vomiting out what he had for lunch. Tarrasque grabs Richie by the back of the neck when he gets done puking and rolls him back into the ring and follows him. He drags Richie to the middle of the ring, grabs him by the small package, squeezes, and lifts!
::JAMES WILLIS::
Rise of the Feminine Side is locked in! Will Richie give it up?
::LATE NIGHT::
Shit, I would. I don’t want to be grabbed by the nuts.
Richie Pump quickly taps out at the top of his lungs. Tarrasque releases him and watches as Richie escapes from the ring.
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner by submission, Tarrasque!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
Submitting that quickly was probably the best thing that Richie could do.
::LATE NIGHT::
No shit! Would you want to be picked up by your nuts?
::JAMES WILLIS::
Nope. Not at all. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on Aug 7, 2021 23:17:12 GMT -5
Both tag teams are already in the ring for this next bout.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a special Tag Team contest! Introducing first, hailing from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at a total combined weight of 493 lbs, they are the team of Garrett and Miles Harrison… THE HAMILTON HITMEN!!!!!
The Hitmen raise their arms in appreciation for the crowd.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And their opponents, accompanied by “The Living Legend” Shane Thompson, from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at a combined weight of 407 lbs, they are the team of Midas Hartwell and Kai Imai… PROJECT X!!!!!
The fans boo the two men… but they don’t seem to care. They are laser focused on their opponents.
DING DING DING
Fifth Contest
Special Attraction Tag Team Contest
The Hamilton Hitmen (Garrett and Miles Harrison) vs. Project X (Midas Hartwell and Kai Imai)
Time Limit: 15 minutes
Official: Glenn Morgan
This one is relatively back and forth, with plenty of tagging going on. Project X get a ton of heat on The Hitmen, bringing that realness, but the Hitmen are more than capable of keeping up with Project X, leading the match to be a gruesome, bloody battle!
It comes to an end when Midas and Kai hit Garrett with the Ego Death (Spinning Hook Kick [Kai] followed up by a Reverse-spin Scoop Powerslam [Midas]), and Midas goes for the pin after getting it.
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DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here are your winners, PROJECT X!!!!!
The three men celebrate this win, and Shane Thompson states that now, it’s his turn to dominate, as his match is next. He stays in the ring, demanding the bell to be rung and the announcement to be made.
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FWA Television championship!!! Introducing first, the challenger, being accompanied by Project X and wrestling out of Colorado Springs, Colorado, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-five pounds… he is THHHHEEEE LIIIIIVIIIINNGGGGG LEEEEGGGGGENNNNDDDD!!!!… SHANE!!!!.... THOMPSOOONNNNNNN!!!
Thompson 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 face the ramp and smiles, gingerly, before standing in his corner- awaiting the champ.
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.
Sixth Contest
FWA Television championship
“The Living Legend” Shane Thompson vs. “The Villain” Liam Bradley ©
Time Limit: 10 minutes
Official: Glenn Morgan
This match is fairly back and forth, and with ten minutes on the clock. Plenty of strikes, technical wrestling and brawling from both men. Suplexes galore on both parts as Liam delivers his suplex variants and Shane delivers his various suplexes, of which there are more.
The match ends when Liam Bradley goes through the motions, hitting Shane with his signature moves, starting with Villainous Intent (Running Death Valley Driver into the turnbuckles), then to Spiral Out of Control (Corkscrew Brainbuster), then to Shadow Crusher (Leaping Cutter), then setting him up and nailing PK! (Penalty Kick)... before seemingly getting a little bit overconfident, and instead of going for the pin, he locks Shane in the Sleeping Hollow (Dragon Sleeper with the Bodyscissors)
Shane struggles so hard to get out of the hold. He does everything he can from getting to the ropes, which makes Liam break the hold… only to pull Shane back towards the middle of the ring and lock it in again, this time a bit tighter. Shane once again does everything he can… before taking a moment to think… before rolling back and getting Liam onto his shoulders. The referee counts, but Liam seems so invested in making Shane submit that he doesn’t seem to notice what’s happening.
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DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner, AND THE NEW FWA Television champion, “THE LIVING LEGEND” SHAAAAANE THOMPSON!!!!!
Liam lets go of the hold upon hearing the announcement, and Shane with every bit of strength he can muster up rolls to the outside, retrieves the championship and gets the fuck outta dodge. Liam seems so confused. How did he let the FWA Television championship slip from his grasp? And on a stupid mistake like that? ...no. It had to be the referee’s fault. When he comes to that conclusion, he argues with the referee, citing that that was not a legal pin and therefore, it shouldn’t count. However, Glenn Morgan cites that Liam’s shoulders were on the mat and Shane was pinning him down with his back, as such, it does count as a pin.
This argument gets more and more heated as Liam refuses to let this go… and at the height of it and in the heat of the moment, he attacks Glenn Morgan and gets plenty of heat on him, just smacking him around before getting him onto his shoulders and hitting him with the Art Of Infamy (Argentine Backbreaker transitioned into a Knee Lift), before locking him in the Sleeping Hollow (Dragon Sleeper with the Bodyscissors) and refusing to let go… until Selena Firehouse comes out and makes the save, running Liam off and tending to Glenn Morgan, making sure he gets some help. From there, after Glenn Morgan is taken out, Selena sticks around to cut a little promo.
:::SELENA FIREHOUSE:::
Alright, look… I won’t waste any time. Ava Cannon, Ai Moe, I know you’re both back there. I made sure you’d be here so that I could do this. Please… come out here.
Both Ava and Ai come out, a little bit confused as to why Selena has called them out. They go down to the ring and enter it, getting to their feet so that they can properly converse with Selena.
:::SELENA FIREHOUSE:::
Now… I called you both out here for a reason. That reason being that with recent events that are going on, it would be advantageous of us to band together. Not as some sort of tactical maneuver to make sure we remain in the upper echelon of the FWA… but as a means of protecting the locker room and these fans…
Selena points to some of the fans in the audience.
:::SELENA FIREHOUSE:::
From all the chaos and the shit that’s been going down! All it takes is one mistake on part of a fan, and they could wind up being a victim of assault and we’d have a lawsuit on our hands. I called upon you two… Ava, because with you? Women’s Wrestling and the FWA wouldn’t be where it is now. And Ai, because you haven’t had the best of luck lately… but you most certainly are a talent within this company and a valuable asset. And lastly, because I think that the three of us? We could make for one hell of a force of good, if we put our minds together.
At this point, she alters her posture a little bit.
:::SELENA FIREHOUSE:::
So… whaddya say?
And she extends the hand for a three way fist bump. Ai and Ava take a moment to ponder this offer. Could Selena be onto something with this, or is she full of shit?
After a few moments of deliberation… Ava extends her hand forward, fist bumping Selena. And eventually… Ai does much of the same. Selena smiles and the three women embrace to the cheering and adoration of the audience, before exiting the ring and heading to the back. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on Aug 7, 2021 23:21:11 GMT -5
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 nor 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.
And as she does that… a purple lightning bolt strikes the top rope… and from it, emerges Jeffrey Shaw, a wide grin and glassy looking eyes are what he shows. He looks like the human embodiment of the Cheshire Cat.
“Come one come all, whether big or small, to the greatest ball of all
The one, the only…
MONSTER’S BALL!!!”
From there, his body disappears, leaving only his head… and his head floats over to the corner, where his body re-appears, his head now on backwards.
DING DING DING
Seventh Contest
Monster’s Ball Match
This match works sort of like a “Best Two Out Of Three” match… except instead of pinfalls, in order to win, you must destroy more property than your opponent.
The winner earns the right to effectively exile them from the FWA
Jeffrey Shaw vs. Taylor Geisler
This match will NOT have a time limit
This match does NOT have an official
Taylor - 0
Jeffrey - 0
This one’s all over the Goddamn place, as Taylor and Jeffrey get fucking violent, opting to destroying each other more than they destroy the various pieces of property around them. Jeffrey is very antagonistic and provocative towards Taylor, who’s merely out for blood at this point. Jeffrey’s dodged her before and now, she’s got him exactly where she wants him and that’s right in front of her. The first piece of property destroyed comes in the form of the scaffold, when Taylor SPEARS Jeffrey through it and it crumbles before catching on fire!!!
Taylor - 1
Jeffrey - 0
The match continues after Taylor digs through the carnage and gets Jeffrey, before just continuing to beat the living shit out of him!! But Jeffrey, with the help of a flash bang, manages to take control of the match, taking her to the extreme, and continuing to antagonize and showboat in an attempt to embarrass her… but it doesn’t seem to work as Taylor’s unfazed! However, that doesn’t stop Jeffrey from using Taylor to destroy a piece of property, that being a hearse off to the side, wherein he throws her head first into the window and then, from there, uses her head to destroy the rest of the vehicle, therefore earning a point!
Taylor - 1
Jeffrey - 1
But the carnage doesn’t stop there, as Taylor fights back, to the point where she’s just slugging Jeffrey (for the most part)... but eventually, she traps him and 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)
After almost twenty trapped headbutts, Jeffrey stumbles back into an electric chair, and Taylor digs through a cardboard box next to the chair, perhaps looking for a way that she can further punish Jeffrey in there… and what she finds is a string of Christmas lights. She thinks fast, choking Jeffrey with it before wrapping it around him, using them to effectively tie him into the chair, before strapping Jeff in… and flipping the switch down!
The electricity fries the shit outta Jeffrey and his screams are not ones of pain, or agony… but of pleasure. He’s enjoying this, as we can see from the sickening smile that crawls over his face as he’s fried. On top of that, the Christmas lights explode, and combined with Jeffrey’s flailing and the electricity from him, he catches on fire, and burns!!! Some of the stagehands need to get a Fire Extinguisher to put his fire out… but with that…
Taylor - 2
Jeffrey - 1
DING DING DING
“...And Their Eulogies Sang Me To Sleep” hits and Taylor seems slightly disoriented. Like she doesn’t quite grasp the gravity of what she’s done. Meanwhile, Jeffrey Shaw lays on the ground… burnt to a crisp… but he laughs about it.
“Here’s something you should know about a reptilian like me…”
Then… he opens his mouth… and just like that, the burnt husk of skin comes off, and from the mouth slithers the new and improved Jeffrey Shaw, in his reptilian form. He slowly gets to his feet, before laughing in Taylor’s face… which causes her to snap, lunging at him and just headbutting the living SHIT out of Jeffrey Shaw, until his face is almost caved in. Purple blood spews from his crushed nose, and it takes a whole security team to get her off of him.
Then… when she’s away from him… a purple lightning bolt strikes Jeffrey… and just like that, he’s gone. The team, met with a shit ton of resistance, manage to drag Taylor to the back, and the stagehands come out to get everything ready… for the Undisputed title match. |
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Post by Solomon Graham on Aug 7, 2021 23:27:52 GMT -5
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”
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”
….and then….
The trumpets and the lyrics of "U Mad?" by Vic Mensa feat. Kanye West is heard as the crowd anticipate the entrance of the 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 burst 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 jogs to the ring while talking trash about his opponent(s). Once he enters the ring, he does his signature pose again before taunting to the fans some more and proclaiming that FWA is his kingdom.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest scheduled for one fall is for the Undisputed championship of Professional Wrestling! Introducing first, the challenger. From New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at one hundred ninety pounds, he is "The Dropkick King" ...ADRIEN COCHRANE!!
Adrien throws both of his hands in the air, and the fans cheer him on.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent, from KINGston, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is the current Undisputed Champion of Professional Wrestling and the KING of the FWA… JIMMYYYYYY WILLIAMS!!!!!
Jimmy simply takes the belt from over his shoulder and holds it high in the air, much to the chagrin of the audience, who start to boo him.
From there… Matt Noble simply calls for the bell
DING DING DING
::JAMES WILLIS::
What? He didn’t even check ‘em. Either of ‘em!
::LATE NIGHT::
I knew it, I knew, I KNEW it!!! There’s a conspiracy and Dusk is trying to screw Adrien over!
::DOC ROBERTS::
No way. Matt Noble is gonna call it right down the middle. I trust him.
Eighth Contest
Undisputed championship of Professional Wrestling
“The Dropkick King” Adrien Cochrane w/Eddie Walker vs. “The King Of Professional Wrestling” Jimmy Williams (c) w/Donovan Dusk
Time Limit: 30 minutes
Official: Matt Noble
This match is fairly even. It opens with Jimmy shining Adrien up like a brand new penny, and Adrien shining like nobody else. He puts a cape on him and Adrien runs with it. Dropkick after dropkick, until Jimmy is forced to go to the outside. He goes to the outside, and when he does, Referee Matt Noble begins to count.
1.
2.
3.
4.
5--- WAIT!!!! Adrien stops Matt Noble in his fast counts. Donovan Dusk mouths off to Adrien for doing so, but Adrien holds firm. Matt Noble argues with him, but Adrien’s not having it, and he and the evil official get into a shouting match.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Did you see that?! Noble tried to fast count Jimmy Williams out of the match!
::LATE NIGHT::
They’re trying to pull off a Pearl Harbor job!
::DOC ROBERTS::
That’s so insensitive, Allen.
::LATE NIGHT::
Shut the fuck up, Roberts!!!
From there, Jimmy gets back into the ring and gets some heat on Adrien, slapping him around the ring, blatantly breaking the rules while Matt Noble looks the other way. Adrien does what he can to fight back against Jimmy, Donovan, Noble and their oppression, but despite believing, one man can only do so much when it’s practically a damn handicap match, especially when there’s nothing Eddie Walker can do, since Donovan Dusk and Jimmy Williams are both Genetic Jackhammers.
::LATE NIGHT::
C’mon Adrien! Fight back, I know you can do it. I #Believe!!!
::DOC ROBERTS::
I thought you were supposed to be impartial?
::LATE NIGHT::
Roberts, you are out of your element! The role you now have was my role, once, and I did it better than you can.
::JAMES WILLIS::
He’s right, Doc. Dusk is clearly working in tandem with Matt Noble to ensure Jimmy Williams keeps the title.
::DOC ROBERTS::
That is your professional opinion, James. I don’t agree with it.
::JAMES WILLIS::
That’s because you’re on Dusk’s payroll, too!
::DOC ROBERTS::
It’s because I’m not blind to the obvious.
Eventually, after several minutes of keeping Adrien down, Jimmy goes to hit the Finish Line on him in the form of Kingdom’s Come (Tiger Flowsion)… but NO!!! Adrien manages to escape, he’s gonna keep fighting!!!
::LATE NIGHT::
YES!!!!!
::DOC ROBERTS::
NO!!!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
ADRIEN’S COMING BACK!!!!!
::LATE NIGHT::
KICK HIS ASS, ADRIEN!!!! KICK! HIS! ASS!!!!!!!
From there, The Dropkick King blows his comeback, throwing every dropkick, Lightning Strike (Superkick), Ace-inator (Whisper In The Wind) and he tops it all off with the Lullaby Ballad (Headscissors takedown to triangle choke)! He keeps the hold applied for what seems like forever, until Jimmy Williams manages to scoot his way over to the bottom rope and get a single foot on it, forcing Adrien to break the hold.
::LATE NIGHT::
NO!!!!!!
::DOC ROBERTS::
Hahaha!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
Jimmy Williams manages to get his feet to the ropes!
From there, Adrien gets up… and Donovan Dusk comes up onto the apron, mouthing off to Adrien. Adrien takes a single step towards him, seemingly trying to get him off the ring apron… but Matt Noble steps in between Adrien and Dusk, keeping Adrien from Dusk, claiming that Adrien is a danger to the Investor. Adrien then tries to move away from Dusk, but Noble refuses to let him go, grabbing his arm and keeping him in place… and slowly behind them, Jimmy Williams gets to his feet… and when he’s up, he moves towards Adrien, turns him around and hits him with the Kingdom’s Come!!!! He goes for the pin!
::LATE NIGHT::
NO!!!!! I hate to say it… but it’s over!!!
::DOC ROBERTS::
That’ll teach him! You don’t cross the boss.
1.
2.
3---NO!!!!! Adrien got his shoulder up, JUST in the nick of time! The Mad Lad refuses to give up!
::LATE NIGHT::
Three… NO!!!!!! YES!!!!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
...but did you catch that?! That was a fast count by Noble!
::DOC ROBERTS::
I don’t know what you’re talking about. That was a perfectly normal count.
::JAMES WILLIS::
It’s clear now… there’s shenanigans taking place here tonight!
Jimmy can’t believe it. Adrien just won’t stay down! Jimmy ponders what to do… before coming to the realization that there’s only one option left.
He then shoots a look over at Dusk… and then points to his belt.
“GIMME THE BELT!!! GIVE ME THE BELT RIGHT NOW!!!”
::JAMES WILLIS::
He’s calling for something...
Don Donnie grabs the belt from the timekeeper’s desk, poor Timekeeper Tim powerless to stop him. He throws the belt into the ring and Jimmy picks it up. Matt Noble does nothing to stop it as Jimmy beckons Adrien to “GET UP!!! GET THE FUCK UP!!!!”
::LATE NIGHT::
HE’S GONNA GET HIMSELF DISQUALIFIED!!!! WHAT DISRESPECT!!!
Adrien slowly starts to rise to his feet, and Jimmy just keeps waiting, craving… for him to get up. As soon as Adrien is on his feet, he turns around. With that, Jimmy runs at Adrien with the belt… but NO!!!! Adrien ducks it!!! When Jimmy turns around… ADRIEN CUTTER!!!! ADRIEN CUTTER!!!! He goes for the pin!!!
::LATE NIGHT::
It’s over!!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
Is it?!
1.
::LATE NIGHT::
One!
::JAMES WILLIS::
One!
2.
::LATE NIGHT::
Two!
::JAMES WILLIS::
Two!
3, new champ… NO!!! Matt Noble stops counting!
::LATE NIGHT::
WHAAAAT?!?!?
Adrien looks at Noble, an annoyed look on his face… and at that point, with a shiteating grin on his face, Noble stands up and flips Adrien off!!
::LATE NIGHT::
FUCK YOU, MATT NOBLE!!!!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
The gall of this man!! I can’t believe this!
::DOC ROBERTS::
You better believe it, for it’s the very reality you’re faced with.
::JAMES WILLIS::
…
To pull a phrase from my colleague…
SHUT THE FUCK UP, ROBERTS!!!
But at that point, the Senior Official, Edgar Brown, grabs Matt Noble by the leg and pulls him out of the ring, before SMACKING him and BELTING him about, before sliding into the ring and officiating this match in Noble’s place.
::LATE NIGHT::
YES!!!! KICK HIS ASS, EDGAR!!! KICK. HIS. ASS!!!!
Adrien goes for the pin again… but by this point, Jimmy’s recovered too much and he gets Adrien in a roll-up… however, the way he did it, Adrien’s back is touching the middle and bottom ropes and Edgar Brown, being on that shit, catches it and makes Jimmy break it up. Jimmy then rolls away from Adrien, allowing him to get to his feet… before sneaking up behind him and NAILING him with a Low Blow… but Edgar Brown doesn’t disqualify him, much to the chagrin of Jimmy.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Edgar Brown, refusing to let this match end in disqualification! It seems like he was watching the same match that Late Night and I were watching…
::DOC ROBERTS::
What? That’s an illegal hold! Disqualify him, Edgar! Disqualify him!
Jimmy stands up and moves towards Edgar Brown, using his size to intimidate the small old man, DEMANDING that he disqualify him.
“You care so much about the Motherfucking rules, right?! So… DISQUALIFY ME!!!! DO IT!!!! DO IT, OR I’LL DROP YOU ON YOUR SKULL RIGHT HERE AND NOW!!!!”
Edgar still refuses to do it. Donovan Dusk gets on the ring apron, also demanding that Jimmy Williams be disqualified.
“HE USED AN ILLEGAL HOLD, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES!!!! DISQUALIFY HIM, RIGHT NOW!!! Or else I’ll FIRE YOU!!!!”
Edgar states that he doesn’t work for Donovan Dusk, he works for the FWA and Solomon Graham, before once again refusing to disqualify Jimmy Williams on the grounds that he did it with the intent of being disqualified. From there… Jimmy SNAPS!!!! He smacks Edgar Brown around, just beating the shit out of him, again demanding to be disqualified… but Edgar continues to refuse.
::JAMES WILLIS::
This is uncalled for!! The Champion is taking this too far!
::DOC ROBERTS::
This was absolutely called for! The Champion used an illegal hold, therefore he should be disqualified
::LATE NIGHT::
STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!!!
::DOC ROBERTS::
Shut up, Allen.
Jimmy proceeds to mount Edgar Brown and punch the living daylights out of him until he’s black, blue and covered in welts and goose eggs… but again, Edgar Brown REFUSES!
::LATE NIGHT::
THAT’S ENOUGH!!!!!
But it doesn’t stop.
::LATE NIGHT::
Y’know what?! Fuck this!!! Fuck you, Roberts, you’re a piece of shit! Willis, it’s been a pleasure… but---
We then hear the feedback of headphones being removed.
::DOC ROBERTS::
Allen, you can’t seriously…
::JAMES WILLIS::
Great. This is just perfect.
Late Night’s had enough and he runs down to the ring, looking to stop this madness. He steps into the ring, gets up behind Jimmy Williams and locks him in the Million Dollar Dream!!! He keeps it in long enough for Jimmy to fall backwards and when he does, Late Night grapevines it and keeps it locked in until Jimmy passes out, at which point he lets go.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Ladies and gentlemen, “Late Night” Allen Graham has just stepped into the ring and locked Jimmy Williams in that famous submission hold, as passed through the Graham bloodline! I think it’s safe to say that this one’s over.
::DOC ROBERTS::
I wouldn’t count on it.
He then helps Adrien, who’s still feeling the effects of that Low Blow (on top of the rest of the match)... but is able and willing to push through it. He flops on top of Jimmy Williams and Late Night takes the shirt from Edgar Brown, with his blessing, before putting it on and sliding into position.
1.
::JAMES WILLIS::
One.
2.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Two.
DING DING DING
::JAMES WILLIS::
THREE!!! Wait, what?!?! Oh no...
As Late Night had taken the referee's shirt and slid into position, Matt Noble had gotten to his feet… and upon seeing what happened, he threw the match out.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been thrown out by order of the official, Matt Noble! Therefore, still your Undisputed champion of Professional Wrestling, Jimmy Williams…
Late Night is now fuming. “U Mad Now?” plays as Late Night turns red… and at that point, Donovan Dusk drags Jimmy out of the ring, with the belt, and they along with Matt Noble get the fuck outta dodge. Adrien seems so deflated by this… but Eddie Walker manages to cheer him up, stating that Adrien’s still got time to climb back up the mountain. With a bit of encouragement, Adrien finally gets up, and he heads to the back, high fiving fans and signing autographs for them as he does so.
::JAMES WILLIS::
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Post by Solomon Graham on Aug 7, 2021 23:38:13 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest scheduled for one fall is your main event of the evening!!!
The fans go wild… and just as they do, Graham stumbles out from the entrance curtain, shortly followed by Dylan Black… who upon getting to Graham, SMACKS him upside the head. He continues to beat the living shit out of him all the way down the ramp, until they reach the ring. He once again tries to ram Solomon back first into the ring apron… but this time, Graham gets him in that front facelock position once again… before deadlifting Dylan up and suplexing him back first onto that ring apron, the hardest part of the ring! He then rolls Dylan in and slides in after him. And from there, the bell rings.
DING DING DING
Main Event
Grudge Match
FWA Anarchy championship
Solomon Graham vs. Dylan Black
There is no time limit for this match and there are no count outs or disqualifications
Official: Edgar Brown
Graham and Dylan do nothing but throw fists at each other. Punch after punch after punch to the other man’s dome, until eventually Graham needs a break from the punching, but Dylan doesn’t stop! One punch, Graham seems dazed. Two punch, a cut appears on Graham’s forehead! Three punch, Graham gets a swollen bottom lip! Four punch, Graham gets a black eye! But he won’t go down. Instead, he urges Dylan to keep punching him, and he does so, giving Graham in addition to his other wounds, a goose egg and another cut, this time on his cheek… but as Dylan goes to throw another punch, Graham HEADBUTTS him right in the dome!!! Both men fall, and Graham lands on top of Dylan as Edgar Brown slides into position.
1.
2---NO!!! Dylan gets the shoulder up!!!
Both men slowly rise to their feet. Dylan first, and he leans on the top rope for stability. Graham slowly rises to his feet afterwards, and when Dylan turns around, Graham lunges for him, clotheslining him over the top rope and going to the outside with him! From there, he mounts him and just thumps him with hard club after hard club. Eventually, Dylan manages to fight him off and he gets up after being clubbed repeatedly. When he gets up, he takes Graham out with a Shotgun Dropkick that sends him flying backfirst over the ring steps!!!
From there, Dylan goes under the ring… and upon looking, he gets a confused look on his face.
“WHAT THE HELL?! Where’s the weapons?!” He yells out. He looks over at Graham, who is slowly climbing up, using the ring post to help him. He leans on the top step.
“Where are the weapons, Graham?!”
Graham takes a little bit to process what’s happening… but then, when he finally gets it, he smirks and starts laughing.
“Hahahaha… you’re not gonna find any weapons under there, you droog!!! This is a SPORT, not SPORTS-ENTERTAINMENT!”
Dylan then rushes at Graham, hops over the ring steps and launches himself at him and lays into him with a series of STIFF Palm Strikes to the noggin. He then transitions to punches, knocking out a few of Graham’s teeth in the process! However, Graham reverses and takes Dylan down, punching him in the face several times, attempting to bust him open, much like he was… and he DOES IT! The left side of Dylan’s forehead is cut open by the force of Graham’s punches.
However, Dylan rolls him over and the two both quickly get to their feet. Graham talks a bit more trash.
“Dylan… I promised you… I promised you that I was gonna put you through a fuckin’ wall, here tonight! I tried to do it earlier… but now, it’s time to do it!!!”
He goes to grapple Dylan, but Dylan ducks underneath and dropkicks him, sending him flying over the barricade and into the audience! He follows him over and pounds away on him, before going up the stairs, dragging Graham with him by the hair as he does so. They go all the way up to the arena corridor. Dylan walks him and Graham over to the nearby bar of the arena, before ordering a beer… just to SMASH it over Graham’s head!!! He then grabs him by the head and brings him over to the wall, before trying to throw him through it… but Graham’s head doesn’t go, instead merely colliding into the wall!
Dylan then grabs Graham by his collar bone, lifting him up and holding him against the wall. He then attempts to headbutt Graham into the wall… but Graham punches himself in the face, seemingly to free himself from the grip, before ducking out of the way, sending Dylan’s head into the wall… but again, it doesn’t break! Graham then pulls Dylan back and attempts to throw him through the wall yet again… but much like the other times, it doesn’t work! Graham pauses… before deciding to merely forego the whole “put Dylan through a wall” thing and simply focus on winning the match!
He throws some stiff punches to the gut of Dylan Black, before transitioning to the head and face with some stiff elbow strikes, before hitting Dylan with the Regal Knee combo, and it sends him back towards the stairs. And then, Graham, with one well-placed uppercut sends Dylan flying down the stairs, hitting one after the other on the way down, and Graham following him close behind. Upon hitting the concrete arena floor below, Graham is not too far behind… and as he comes down, he leaps off the third step and double foot stomps Dylan in the back!
When Graham gets down to the floor, he picks Dylan up by the back of the head and drags him over to the barricade, before throwing him over and back towards the ring. He hops over and grabs him again, before throwing him into the ring and following him in. He picks him up, possibly looking to finish him off. He throws him head first between his legs and goes to lift him up… but Dylan reverses, flipping Graham over and Graham landing back first in the middle of the ring! However, at this point, Dylan is so exhausted from having fought with Graham all night… that he slumps over, unable to capitalize on this.
Then, with both men down, in the middle of the ring… Edgar Brown begins to count.
1.
Both men remain down.
2.
They’re not getting up.
3.
Slight stirring from them both… but neither of them get up.
4.
Slowly… Dylan starts to stir.
5.
Then, he is shortly followed by Graham.
6.
Graham goes towards the ropes, as does Dylan.
7.
Graham grabs the bottom rope. He begins his climb.
8.
Shortly after, Dylan does much of the same. Eventually, both men get to one foot each.
9.
Then… they both get to their feet!!!!
They stumble backwards, bumping back first into each other, before quickly spinning around to face each other! Dylan throws a punch, but Graham blocks it and throws it to the side, before kicking him in the gut and throwing his head between his legs and lifting him up… but NO!!! Dylan refuses to go, instead throwing Graham off of him! He then boots Graham in the gut and throws him head first between his legs and saying “You want a Piledriver?! I’ll show you… a fucking Piledriver!!!” before trapping his arms and going for the Royal Massacre… but NO!!!! Graham stops it, before wiggling free from the arm trap, taking Dylan down with a Double Leg and transitioning it into a pin!!!
1.
2.
Dylan gets the shoulder up but…
3!!!!!
He was only a fraction too late!!!
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner, AND THE NEEEEEEW FWA ANARCHY CHAMPION, SOLOMON GRAHAM!!!!
Graham swiftly rolls out of the ring, the fans cheering as “Skeleton Key” hits! Graham holds both of his arms in the air, a shocked expression on his face. He takes the belt from ringside and celebrates his third Anarchy title win. Meanwhile, Dylan is FUMING! He grabs a mic and states that what just happened was BULLSHIT! He wants a rematch and he wants it next month, but not in a wrestling match… but an unsanctioned FIGHT!
“You want an unsanctioned fight against me…?”
Graham is damn right!
“Would you, the fans, like to see that?”
And the fans come unglued! They make themselves heard, by giving the loudest possible cheers they can.
“Alright… I guess that settles it! You, me, next month at FWA vs. J-ROK: World War… in a LIGHTS OUT FIGHT!!!! After the event’s over, you and I are gonna tangle… and whoever can knock out their opponent or make them admit defeat, will be declared the better man! But for now… I got a win to go celebrate… and a 24/7 title to defend… oh wait, 24/7!!! FUCK!!! I’ll, uh… see ya later!”
From there, Graham hops the barricade and runs outta the arena… and Dylan hops outta the ring and chases him down. This is the image we’re left with as the show goes off the air. |
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