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Post by Cross Recoba on Nov 15, 2021 9:04:33 GMT -5
 “Everything the State says is a lie, and everything it has it has stolen.”
November 30th, 2021
From The FWA Warehouse
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Post by Cross Recoba on Nov 15, 2021 10:14:01 GMT -5
"In the north…"
We see a shot of Jeffrey Shaw's bloodied face
"We're not above…"
Then Taylor Geisler, wiping saliva from her mouth.
"Giving in…"
Before trapping Mr. Niceguy and headbutting him several times until his face is caved in.
"To our inner demons!"
We then hear a demonic roar as Cerberus chokeslams Dark Invader into a casket, filling it with blood and snakes.
Then a witch's cackle as Ai Moe hits FM Young with the Pee Gee Waja Plunge
Then the howl of a wolf as Bigby holds up the FWA Women's championship… before…
"Hunter's Moon" by Ghost plays as a montage of various violent moments in FWA's history plays out.
Starting with Duncan Aries smashing Solomon Graham into a vending machine.
Then, the moment where Paul Wilson first won the FWA Television championship, by bashing Skitzo! several times with a chair.
Then, the former assailants of Solomon Graham, setting off a smoke bomb in the old FWA studio.
Then the montage speeds up, going through some of the more recent moments. Adrien hitting AJC with the Adrien Cutter, most of Solomon Graham's matches and moments throughout 2021, Cerberus randomly showing up in the Anarchy scrambles and, of course, the Coca-Cola Coliseum riot…
And the final shot is of Solomon Graham's beaten and bloodied body, wrapped in barbed wire and laid down on the floor of the Coliseum.
:::MR ROGERS:::
Often when you think you're at the end of something….
::DEWEY CHEETUM::
This year, we are doing another Seasons Beatings event! The first in two years. There, we will host the return… of the Christmas Chaos match!!!!
And some of the fans cheer for that… but the vocal majority boo him still.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Well, I guess there’s a bit of a silver lining after all...
::DEWEY CHEETUM::
For the uninitiated, the Christmas Chaos match will see every Championship belt in the FWA wrapped in wrapping paper and shuffled up to be kept a secret. Every single member of the roster gets to participate and the only way to earn a present is to score a pinfall or submission. When you earn one, you get to pick a present. Whichever one you pick, you then open it and claim ownership of its contents! But beware… for among the actual championships, there is the dreaded DUD! belt! A cardboard belt with the word "DUD!" written in black marker where the center plate would be! This match will be used to crown a new Undisputed champion, a new Television champion, new Tag Team champions and a NEW ANARCHY champion… or several…
:::MR ROGERS:::
You're at the beginning of something else…..
:::CROSS RECOBA:::
If the only way the FWA can entertain you is by mutilating themselves in order to sell a t-shirt then how good are they in that ring, really? And that’s what you’ll find out next month, the difference in class between someone like Ava Cannon or Johnny Maverick and Cross “The Man Worth a Thousand Bullets” Recoba
:::RYAN GRAHAM:::
Now… you all may be wondering who my partner is. Well, I’ll tell you right now, it was a pain in the ASS… to get him here. BUT… he has been signed to an FWA contract and by hook or by crook, we were able to get him here. So, without further ado… Introducing from OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY POUNDS… CHRIS! “THE FILTH”! MARKS!!!!!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
WHAT THE HELL?!?!?
“Unstable” by Adema hits and indeed, the former protege of Adrien Cochrane, Chris Marks is here!
::JAMES WILLIS::
No… it can’t be!!! Chris Marks was supposed to be in prison!! Didn’t he burn down Adrien Cochrane’s studio?! Wait, what…? Okay… umm… apparently, I’m not supposed to talk about that on the air. This place has become disgusting. If I didn’t need to earn a living, I’d get the hell outta here!
Chris Marks walks onto the stage and joins Ryan Graham. Ryan gives a half-sneer-half-smirk as his Tag Team Partner stands beside him. Chris smirks and he extends his hand over to Ryan for a fist bump. Ryan returns the fist bump and the two men then make their way down to the ring.
:::MR ROGERS:::
I've felt that many times. My hope for all of us is that "the miles we go before we sleep" will be filled with all the feelings that come from deep caring
::JAMES WILLIS::
Impressive 360 Ollie from Casey Iarossi! She might be able to… wait, she’s not going for the pin…
As Willis states plainly, Casey rolls outside of the ring and grabs her skateboard. She slides back into the ring and waits for Ai Moe to get back to her feet. All the fans start to boo and even Matthew Noble starts to protest before Iarossi reminds him that the match has no disqualifications.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Oh please no… don’t do this, Casey…
As soon as Moe is on her feet, Iarossi swings the skateboard and smashes it into her skull. She repeats the blows a few times before trying to wipe the blood off on the mat. Everyone watches in horror as Casey Iarossi gets the cover. One. Two. Three!
:::MR ROGERS:::
Delight
::JAMES WILLIS::
CRESCENT CITY CONNECTION!! And Adrien keeps the legs wrapped for the cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner… ADRIEN COCHRANE!!
Walker immediately rolls Adrien out of the ring and raises his arm for the victory while Last One Standing plays throughout the building.
:::MR ROGERS:::
Sadness....
Johnny Maverick drops Yoshi Kanzuki with a Third Eye Opener, using his loaded Hello Kitty pad for extra effectiveness. Maverick gets the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner… JOHNNY MAVERICK!!
Sensei-San looks up in disappointment as the Sexy Psychic Savior of the Suplex has his arm raised in the ring to the sound of his music. Several Hoodie Ninjas step into the ring to stand with their leader.
:::MR ROGERS:::
Joy...
The referee helps Cannon to her feet as Page lies dazed on the floor. He hands her the XHF Women’s belt to one hand, the other is firmly planted on her back.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The winner of the match...AND STILL THE XHF WOMEN’S CHAMPION…”BEAUTIFUL AND DANGEROUS” AVA...CANNON!!!
The cameras pick up a smile on Ava’s face as she clutches her title and holds it above her head as the Toronto crowd blow the roof off the FWA Warehouse with their pop.
:::MR ROGERS:::
Wisdom
::ANDREW DANIELS::
Fear not FWA, for our saviors arrive, next month.
:::MR ROGERS:::
- and that in all the endings of our life,
::DEWEY CHEETUM::
BUT… I digress. Onto the next bit of news… and, of course, James Willis will wanna pay close attention to this one.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Oh no. That can't mean…
Dewey smirks.
::DEWEY CHEETUM::
Yes, that's right. The colour commentator, "Late Night" Allen Graham is in the building tonight… but this is his last night as part of the FWA brand, because we have TERMINATED his contract!!!
::JAMES WILLIS::
NO!!!!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!?!
And the fans are beside themselves.
:::MR ROGERS:::
We will be able to see the new beginnings….
Then… PYRO!!!
"Hunter's Moon" continues to play in the arena, as green, orange and purple colored pyrotechnics go off, creating one hell of a spectacle! The Toronto natives are going wild for this.
As we pan around the crowd, we see various signs for various different FWA stars.
"You can spoil me, Summer!"
"#1 Taylor mark!"
"I stan Eddie & Eli!"
"Dewey fears Late Nite!"
Then… we hear the Oh so familiar voice… the voice of the FWA.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Good evening everyone and welcome to FWA Autumn Anarchy 2! I’m James Willis and I’m accompanied by… well, no one. Last month, Dewey Cheetum fired my partner, “Late Nite” Allen Graham due to the whole takeover of the company. So I guess I’m going to be calling this show on my own. Tonight we have…
Before Willis could give a quick breakdown of the upcoming show, Dewey Cheetum appears from behind the curtain with a microphone in his hand.
::DEWEY CHEETUM::
Good evening everyone. I know last show, we removed a member of the commentary team and frankly… I don’t think Willis is quite strong enough a commentator to handle the job on his own.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Well, that’s not exactly complimentary but at least he is letting me keep my job.
::DEWEY CHEETUM::
So I had to make a move. I went through a few people we could call upon before landing on someone who has some knowledge on a few members of this roster. He is a former owner of a company and was once an executive for FX in the United States, acting as a liaison for another wrestling company. And he’s done commentary in his past as well. Can everyone please welcome to the commentary booth while we transition to another era of FWA… EDWARD NAIR!!
Being Cheetum’s handpicked person doesn’t lend to a positive reaction from all the fans as an older gentleman with silver hair appears behind the curtain, giving Cheetum a quick hug before heading down to ringside.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Well, I appear to be getting a new partner. Well, good evening, Mr. Nair.
::EDWARD NAIR::
Good evening, Mr. Willis. Looks like we’re going to be partners for a bit. Let’s try to make this work as I hope to be an improvement over that clown you used to work with.
::JAMES WILLIS::
I can… tell we’re going to get along. You have some familiarity with wrestlers here?
::EDWARD NAIR::
Well, in 2007, I got to fire a twenty-year-old Adrien Cochrane from my company. I’m unfortunately familiar with the rest of his Guardians, but I have a solid bond with Chris “The Filth” Marks. He’s a guy that I know can handle a job when one is given to him.
::JAMES WILLIS::
So you know about our debuting Jessica Matthews, a two-time World Champion, teaming with Ava Cannon to take on Casey Iarossi and Summer Page.
::EDWARD NAIR::
Let’s just say that my heart is set on one of these teams winning, and I truly hope a skateboard is brought back out to settle that match. Iarossi is someone who has that same trustworthiness to do what is needed to be done.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Well, I’m guessing you’ll be rooting a certain way with tonight’s main event as the man beast Tarrasque takes on the Dropkick King, Adrien Cochrane.
::EDWARD NAIR::
I don’t want to give that blonde haired dumbass anymore airtime than I have to. I’m really interested to see this cage match. We got a debut in that match as well, right?
::JAMES WILLIS::
That we do. Tavros Duv will make his FWA and XHF debut facing Ai Moe inside a steel cage tonight. A lot to be excited for but let us start with some tag action, shall we?
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Post by Cross Recoba on Nov 15, 2021 10:15:39 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Opening our proceedings tonight, we have a tag-team match, set for one fall… :::CROWD::: ONE FALL!!! ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::: Introducing first… “Crash” by The Primitives plays as The Crash Brothers burst through the curtain, before running down to the ring, full of energy. On their way down, they slap the hands of the fans. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Hailing from Crasheville, USA and weighing in at a combined weight of two-hundred-and-two-pounds…. Upon reaching the ring, the two brothers hop up onto the ring apron, stopping to wipe their feet on the apron before entering the ring. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: LAURENCE AND VINCENT….THE CRASH BROTHERS!!!! They stand in the middle of the ring, raising their hands up in celebration as the fans cheer them on, before the two brothers back into their corner and look across at their opponents. ::JAMES WILLIS:: These two are cult heroes within Fullmetal, Ed. Don’t let their position on the card fool you, the fans here in Toronto LOVE THEM! :::EDWARD NAIR::: Mmmmmm, mmmmm. I’m going to have give them a pass, do you see these two headlining Night of Champions? ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: And their opponents… "Uncontainable" By Set it Off starts to blast on the P.A, and Big Richard Energy and “Swedish” Richie Pump march out, broad smiles, full of purpose. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Tipping the scales with a combined weight of five-hundred-and-eighty-nine pounds…. BDE waves his arms up and down to get the crowd going before slapping his chest three times with his right hand. Pump starts to throw his hands to the skies to boost the crowd. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Big Richard Energy and “Swedish” Richie Pump...they are… The crowd match their enthusiasm as they power walk to the ring, making sure to fist bump a handful of the fans at ringside. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: TRIPLE….D!!!!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: These two are goliaths of the ring, don’t let their size fool you though. They’re showmen and amongst the most athletic wrestlers you’ll see on the Network! :::EDWARD NAIR::: They’d do better if they dropped the team name or just changed it to something less crass. Don’t even get me started on their actual names...have they not heard of the right to change your name legally? ::JAMES WILLIS:: Names aside, tonight is going to be interesting to see how they respond after last month’s assault at the hands of RyMark!
Opening Contest Tag-Team Match Triple D vs. The Crash Brothers Official: Mark Hill
DING DING DINGVincent Crash stands in the ring with Big Richard Energy and sizes up his opponent. He literally cranes his neck from the toes of BRE to his head and looks quizzically at his opponent. The Notorious D-I-C stares blankly at him before breaking into a huge grin. ::JAMES WILLIS:: I think the Crash Brothers might amuse young Dickie... :::EDWARD NAIR::: That takes the total amount of people amused by them to ….one…. The Crash Brother darts up to him and they tie-up. Big Dick looks to the audience as his opponent tries in vain to push him backwards with no joy. They break off as the Crasheville native circles him before locking up again. The second time goes much like the first. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Vincent is going to have to work out how to break down his opponent and do it quickly. ::EDWARD NAIR:: If he had anything about him, he’d go for the legs. Take him down like a redwood or a maple tree. Breaking the collar-and-elbow tie-up once more, Vincent paces around his opponent as he sizes up his options. ::JAMES WILLIS:: BDE is agile but you’ve got to think that Vincent is the quicker man in the ring. If they were your clients, what would you be telling them right now? ::EDWARD NAIR:: Sign on for low-income support, join the circus, just get out the ring! He abandons the Greco-Roman approach and charges his opponent throwing wild shots to the head and chest of the Triple D member but they don’t faze him. Big Dick lets out an audible sigh before rearing back AND LEVELLING HIM WITH A KNIFE-EDGE CHOP! ::JAMES WILLIS:: DID YOU SEE THAT? :::EDWARD NAIR::: Now that...that was impressive... Bouncing back to his feet in near-shock, Vincent rushes at the Penistone-born wrestler but he eats a scoop slam that is quickly followed up as BDE leans into the ropes and hits a running Senton that takes the wind out of Crash. ::JAMES WILLIS:: THERE’S THAT AGILITY! :::EDWARD NAIR::: I think he’d be able to pin him just from that! ::JAMES WILLIS:: You’ve seen the strength, now you’ve seen the agility but these two like to wrestle with style! Wrenching Vincent back to his feet, Big Richie whips him into Triple D’s corner and tags in the Swedish Pump. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Richard’s looking to get Pump some action now! :::EDWARD NAIR::: Let’s see if he can match his partner. Richie steps through the ropes and does a twirl with his hands to the crowd as he enters. In one fluid motion he steps back and brings an elbow straight into the face of Vincent that sends the Crasheville man stumbling out of the ring. ::JAMES WILLIS:: HUGE SIDE-ELBOW TO THE TEMPLE! :::EDWARD NAIR::: He needs to put the kid out of his misery! Bored, or seemingly, Richie picks up the staggering Crash Brother and slides him across the ring to his brother. The Swede smiles and beckons at Laurence to ‘Come get some’. The fresh Crash Brother tags in and rushes at Pump...BIG-TIME HIP-TOSS!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: You see the style, the technique, the sheer panache that Pump puts into his moves? :::EDWARD NAIR::: Showboating is fine until you’re looking at the lights. Laurence, like his brother, is hoisted to his feet with no say in the matter. Pump grabs his shoulders and lays a HUGE HEADBUTT ON HIM BUT KEEPS HIM UPRIGHT!!! He leans back into his corner and tags Big Dickie back into the match. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Is Laurence even conscious at this point? :::EDWARD NAIR::: Why put miles on your body? Pin him! Pump whips him to the ropes, the Swede drops down...RICHARD FLOORS HIM WITH A LOU THESZ PRESS AND A FLURRY OF PUNCHES!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Excellent team-work with Energy hitting that practiced and tried press! :::EDWARD NAIR::: Are they sending out a message to someone? ::JAMES WILLIS:: Every tag-team in the company it would seem…. Feeling brave, or knocked stupid, Vincent charges into the ring but BIG DICK ENERGY MEETS HIM WITH A POUNCE THAT SENDS HIM ROLING OUT THE RING!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: You wouldn’t find better air from a man that size in the NFL! :::EDWARD NAIR::: Do you even get the NFL? I thought you were all trying to convince yourself the CFL wasn’t a seventh-rate imitation! Isolated, Laurence finds himself being dead-lifted in a waist-lock before RICHARD GERMAN SUPLEXES HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: We could be seeing the end here, folks... BDE tags his partner in once more and drags Laurence into the center of the ring. He lifts him up in a suplex as Richie Pump ascends the turnbuckle… ::JAMES WILLIS:: Could we be seeing the Pennine Express about to pull into the station? LAURENCE IS SUSPENDED ONLY TO BE TAKEN TO THE MAT WITH A SPLASH FROM “SWEDISH” RICHIE PUMP!!! :::EDWARD NAIR::: HOLY MOTHER OF ALL... ::JAMES WILLIS:: WHAT A MOVE! WOULD THAT BE THE PENNINE SHOT!?! THE COVER… ONE… TWO… THREE… ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: The winners of this match, as a result of pinfall...The team of Big Richard Energy and “Swedish” Richie Pump...TRRRIIPPPLLLEEE...D!!!!!! :::JAMES WILLIS::: Triple D just opened up the show with a bang and a message to every team in the building! If Ryan Graham and Chris Marks are near a monitor, they should be worried!
Ai Moe can be seen in the locker room, taping up her hands and lacing up her boots. She seems a bit agitated from her usual self though. She looks up at the camera and quickly tries to force a fake smile, but it disappears as quickly as it was put on. ::AI MOE::
"(To say this year has been great would be a lie. To be perfectly honest, this year has been pretty poor. From failing to gain the womens title here in the FWA to losing in the finals of JET's Rise Up Grand Prix. I couldn't even count how many times i've failed time and time again over this past year.)"She laces up her other boot now, looking down at her bag as she continues. :::AI MOE:::
I've come so close, yet so far. And in the end? it doesn't even matter. But I should quit killing the mood and making everything all depressing. Tonight I have a match against a debuting Tarvos Duv. A mountain of a man, if he's even that.She digs through her bag, looking for something. :::AI MOE:::
So tonight, I climb that mountain. I reach that peak. And I conquer it. Tarvos, i don't underestimate you by no means, but let me tell you this. Despite my poor year, i'm still the same Ai Moe who was the first ever SBW World and LXW Women's champion. I'm still the sixty nine time FWA Anarchy champion. I may be in a rut. I may be having an off year, but don't think for a minute this is a guaranteed win for you.
:::AI MOE:::
As long as I have the love of my fans to keep me going, I'll keep pushing. Keep fighting, keep on keeping on and I won't back down from anyone that stands in my way. Bring it on, because you're getting a fired up Ai tonight.
We cut back to the announce team. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Fans, we’re getting word that a protest is taking place outside the FWA Warehouse. It seems fans are rallying against the firing of longtime FWA member, “Late Nite” Graham :::EDWARD NAIR::: Arrest them and move on. They’re unpatriotic if they protest, they are literally going against the leader of their own country! ::JAMES WILLIS:: I don’t think it’s that simplistic, is it? Fans, we’ve got some footage from outside the arena. The camera cuts to outside where at least a hundred fans hold placards up outside the arena. ‘BRING BACK LATE NITE!’ ‘LATE NITE MADE CANADA GREAT!’ ‘MAKE LATE NITE VS CHEETUM HAPPEN!’ The crowd are angrily rallying against the FWA officials outside the venue. :::CROWD::: WE WANT LATE NITE! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAPCLAPCLAP* WE WANT LATE NITE! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAPCLAPCLAP* A scattering of police watch on, waiting to see if anything will escalate to require their intervention. We rejoin the announce team. ::JAMES WILLIS:: It seems last month’s announcement hasn’t been accepted by the whole of the FWA fanbase. ::::EDWARD NAIR::: Then they’re not fans, how’s that for simplistic? ::JAMES WILLIS:: We’re not going to see eye to eye on this, Ed. Fans we’ll be sure to update you if things escalate tonight outside the arena...Up next we have a match that raised eyebrows when the card came out. Tavros Duv is set to take on Ai Moe...IN A STEEL CAGE! :::EDWARD NAIR::: You’ve got to think that management sees a lot of promise in the debuting wrestler, a cage match in your first outing with a company. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it in all my caree- Nair is cut off by the sound of Dewey Cheetum who is now standing ringside as the cage’s construction reaches its last stages. ::DEWEY CHEETUM: Ahem! The crowd break out into boos and jeers. The man’s actions precede him. ::DEWEY CHEETUM:: Don’t worry, I won’t keep you long. After all, the longer I take, the less time you’ll have at intermissions to go and buy official FWA merchandise. Can I just let you know that a bobblehead of me is now only thirty dollars Canadian, push it to the top of the bestseller list! The fervency of the boos increases at the plug. ::DEWEY CHEETUM:: Now, I know some of you may have looked at the announced card with a raised eyebrow. ‘Didn’t we do Hardcore Hallween last month? What’s with the match stipulations? ::JAMES WILLIS:: I can vouch for this, the FWA forums have been bombarded with thread after thread on what this could all mean… ::DEWEY CHEETUM:: The Prime Minister and I; we see the FWA as a continuing work in progress. We know what we need to do to make this place work how we know it should… Trudeau gets no love from the Toronto faithful. ::DEWEY CHEETUM:: That’s why we know that making all the changes we deem needed at once isn’t going to work. Can’t you see that we’re doing all of this for you, our esteemed Canadian public. Debris and garbage arrives like a hailstorm in the view of the camera. ::DEWEY CHEETUM:: You might have noticed that The Guardians, Maverick and Cochrane got two of the match stipulations and wondered why. You see, the answer is simple. Last month I got rid of the deadwood that resided behind the announce table. The hailstorm increases at the reference to the firing of Late Nite. ::DEWEY CHEETUM:: But I tipped my hat to what the next move might be. You people need to be re-educated in what good wrestling is. The Guardians are not good wrestling, never have been and they never will be! :::CROWD::: GUAR-DI-ANS! GUAR-DI-ANS! GUAR-DI-ANS! ::DEWEY CHEETUM:: Maverick lives off the fact that he is undefeated but he is also untested. He beat Yoshi last month but can he do it twice on the bounce with no disqualifications? ::JAMES WILLIS:: I’m confident he’ll get past Ian Dream later on tonight” ::DEWEY CHEETUM:: I don’t care what you said, it was a rhetorical question. If he doesn’t like the match, he can just go ahead and save me the hassle and quit! Boos intensify. ::DEWEY CHEETUM:: As for Adrien Cochrane….do you know how boring it is when we talk about the FWA in the House of Commons and people refer to it as ‘the Adrien show’? How grating that is for our dear leader? That’s why tonight, he’ll be taking on a real FWA spectacle, Tarrasque in a Last Man Standing match! ::EDWARD NAIR:: I love this guy! He knows exactly what I’m thinking! ::DEWEY CHEETUM:: Lets see if they can keep that fake and saccharine nice guy act up after Tarrasque has put him away! The hatred amongst the crowd hits fever pitch! ::DEWEY CHEETUM:: As for this next match? I just thought it’d be funny to see a six-foot six, nigh-on three-hundred pound behemoth take apart someone a third of his size with no escape for her! ::JAMES WILLIS:: This is sickening! ::DEWEY CHEETUM:: Enjoy your evening, folks, we’re just at the start of the process… Dewey hands off the mic to a ringside worker and makes his way to the back, the barrage of debris flung his way is ignored as a cruel smile takes residence on his face. ::JAMES WILLIS:: What an absolute excuse for a human...Cheyenne is ringside to introduce the next bout. ::EDWARD NAIR:: You sound like you want to puke...I love it! |
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Post by Cross Recoba on Nov 15, 2021 10:22:02 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: The following contest is set for one fall and will take place...INSIDE A CAGE!!! The Toronto crowd pop vociferously. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: To win the match you can pin, submit, or knockout your opponent. Alternatively, you scan scale the twenty-foot high cage to escape to the outside! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Just look at the height of that thing! ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Introducing first… The lights dim and after a moment's silence the crunching beats of ANTI-LIFE begin to pound through the speakers. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Standing at six-feet and six inches... From the entrance way emerges Samael, Lord Chamberlain of the Discordian Court, wafting a censer to spread a sinister fog. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Weighing two-hundred-and-seventy-six pounds... In his wake walks Tarvos Duv, his imposing bull-headed figure making all but the bravest members of the audience cower. As they reach the end of the entranceway they do a ceremonial lap around the ring, appraising the chicken-wire cage structure. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Making his FWA debut, accompanied by Samael….TARVOS….DUV!!!! Samael stops and bows his head, as Tarvos enters the ring through a door, pacing back and forth as he waits for the conflict to begin. ::JAMES WILLIS:: DID YOU FEEL THE CHILL AS HE PASSED BY THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!?! :::EDWARD NAIR::: This business is rooted in impressions and if this is how you make your first one - as long as you can back it up in the ring - means big things are in store! ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: And his opponent... “I Do” by Tayeon plays as Ai blows kisses and poses for the fans. She makes her way down to the ring giving high fives and handshakes to fans alike. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Fighting out of Mito,Ibaraki, Japan... She gets ringside before slapping her butt and blowing a kiss one more time. As she turns back around she is hit by the size of her opponent and the unforgiving aesthetic of the cage. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Standing at five-feet flat and weighing an even one-hundred pounds… The match official holds open the door. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM: THE LOVE QUEEN...AI MOE!!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Ai Moe isn’t a stranger to upsetting the odds. Even in her debut, she took down a Battle Royale of competitors to walk out with the FWA Anarchy title and went on to hold it an unbelievable sixty-nine times! That puts her behind only with Dylan Black and Solomon Graham in terms of the amount of reigns she had with the belt. :::EDWARD NAIR::: But she lost it just as many... As she reaches the top step, she hesitates for a moment at the thought of being trapped inside the cage with the debuting man-beast.
Second Contest Cage Match Tarvos Duv w/ Samael vs Ai Moe Official: Edgar BrownEdgar Brown sets this one underway. The cameraman earns his paycheck when he captures the incredulity etched plainly on Ai Moe’s face. She looks up at the masked man-beast and mouths an inaudible. In the background, Samael can be seen wearing a satisfied look. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Just look at the size-difference! Ai Moe knows that she has an uphill battle :::EDWARD NAIR::: She may as well give up now and walk out the door. ::JAMES WILLIS:: That would get her the win, Edward… :::EDWARD NAIR::: It’s an expression... Duv goes to grab the Joshi wrestler but she weaves out the way. Tarvos tries once more but again the agility of the multi-time Anarchy Champion is enough to evade being trapped in the grasp of the gargantuan. Changing it up, Duv flicks his foot forward with a teep kick but Moe judo rolls out of the way. He spins right into a kick that connects full-force with his chest. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Stick and move is the motto for Ai Moe. Those educated feet are going to be her greatest weapon tonight. :::EDWARD NAIR::: This isn’t something she can do all fight though, she’ll tire and then get torn apart! THE KICK HASN’T REGISTERED! A quick glance to the pectoral it connected with is the only hint that Tarvos was even hit. Moe looks perplexed but follows it up with a Shotei Palm Strike that looks like she’s trying to push through the chest of her opponent but Duv stands there like nothing happened. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Duv is unmoved! :::EDWARD NAIR::: He’s a beast, that’s why! Moe goes to the ropes and comes back with a torpedo-like front-dropkick but after taking a step back, Duv waits for her to get back to a vertical base AND HE DROPS HER TO THE FLOOR WITH A MONGOLIAN CHOP!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Did you hear the sound reverberate around the FWA Warehouse? :::EDWARD NAIR::: This is why I can’t see that girl winning... The big man lifts her up by her throat in a choke...HE HURLS HER INTO THE TURNBUCKLE FROM SIX FEET AWAY! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Like a lawn dart! :::EDWARD NAIR::: I know, isn’t it great? Zooming in on the Joshi star, the cameras capture her holding one hand to her throat whilst the other pushes off the turnbuckle to get her back to her feet. Tarvos rushes in to pancake her but MOE MOVES!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Moe relying on her agility to get her out of a tight spot... :::EDWARD NAIR::: She can’t take the amount of damage Tarvos can dish out and still be doing stuff like that as the match goes on! Using his own momentum against him, MOE TAKES DUV TO THE FLOOR WITH A VOLLEY KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: She got all of him with that! She turned his power and size against him! :::EDWARD NAIR::: She’s delaying the inevitable…. The fans start to cheer on the FWA favorite. Down to one knee, Tarvos is in the perfect position to grab a Guillotine Choke. Struggling to wrap it in around the immense frame of her opponent, she gets what looks to be a cinched in chokehold. Brown goes to check on the debuting wrestler BUT DUV STANDS UP AND RAMS HER BACK INTO THE TURNBUCKLE ONCE MORE!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Moe didn’t quite have the reach needed to get the choke- :::EDWARD NAIR::: ...and now she’s paying for her own stupidity! Crumpling to the floor, Moe is caught by her opponent before she reaches the canvas. He scoops her up and throws her above his head...MILITARY PRESS SLAM!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Moe was lifted with ease there. :::EDWARD NAIR::: Cheetum is a sick man but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it’s entertaining! Despite being in control of proceedings, Duv doesn’t speed up his offense nor approach. He methodically stalks his opponent, waiting for her to stir like a cat might wait for a mouse to move once out from his paw. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Edward, is this a tactic you’ve seen with bigger wrestlers over the years? :::EDWARD NAIR::: It’s a size thing. The bigger you are, the more oxygen is needed to keep that body working... Stirring, Moe gets to her feet but it’s evident she’s dazed. She takes two steps...OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX INTO THE WIRE MESH!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Duv turns the cage into a weapon! :::EDWARD NAIR::: Dewy knew what he was doing with the chicken wire. Holding her back, Ai is powerless to stop the debutant from lifting her up and RAKING HER FACE ACROSS THE CHICKEN WIRE!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Once more that chicken wire is used to inflict pain on Moe! :::EDWARD NAIR::: Duv’s making this into more of a sport than he needs to! The crowd boo as Duv admires his handiwork. ::JAMES WILLIS:: The crowd give their opinion but Tarvos doesn’t seem to even acknowledge them. :::EDWARD NAIR::: I’m not even sure Samael is on his register in the ring…. Tarvos reaches down to scoop up his prey BUT AI MOE GRABS AN INSIDE CRADLE… ::JAMES WILLIS:: Can she sneak one here? ONE… KICKOUT!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Nice try... ::EDWARD NAIR:: She’s only going to anger him... Duv is immediately back to his feet and steps towards Moe but she rolls through and grabs a single-leg Boston Crab. ::JAMES WILLIS:: LOVER’S CLUTCH! Another submission attempt from the Love Queen! ::EDWARD NAIR:: Like sitting on a jack-in-the-box... Holding on for all she is worth, Moe tries to lock in the hold. Edgar Brown drops to the mat to check on Tarvos Duv and asks him if he wants to give up but if the big man hears him, he isn’t letting on. ::JAMES WILLIS:: He’s not moving but he’s not tapping... :::EDWARD NAIR::: Brown isn’t going to get an answer out of him either... Sitting back, The Love Queen cracks a smile on her face as she seems to be making headway in the fight. This is interrupted as Duv uses his power advantage to kick out of the hold! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Tremendous show of power! ::EDWARD NAIR:: And now Moe could be wishing she phoned in sick... Samael implores his charge to continue to take the match to his opponent. ::JAMES WILLIS:: To you all watching, we’ve yet to really establish what the relationship is between Duv and Samael but to keep someone of his size and strength onside means that he has to have some draw or power over him... A look of determination is etched across the Love Queen’s face. She baseball slides between the legs of her oncoming opponent and quickly lets fly with stiff kicks to the back of his knees. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Like chopping down a redwood! ::EDWARD NAIR:: Which is great until it lands on you. Also, what the women call me. With each kick the crowd roar their approval. Duv drops to a knee!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: She’s taken him to a knee! ::EDWARD NAIR:: Is it really enough though? Reaching over, Moe hooks him in a reverse facelock… ::JAMES WILLIS:: Might we be seeing a variant of the Dragon Sleeper she has put so many away with? SHE DROPS HIM WITH A REVERSE DDT!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: No! She goes for the blunt force approach herself! ::EDWARD NAIR:: She needs to make this count because Duv can end her in a heartbeat... Getting back to his feet, Duv is only halfway up when MOE CONNECTS WITH A RUNNING HIP ATTACK!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: MODIFIED TWILIGHT DANCE! The crowd get behind the Love Queen. :::CROWD::: LET’S GO MOE! LET’S GO MOE! LET’S GO MOE! LET’S GO MOE! LET’S GO MOE! Feeding off the crowd’s energy, she grabs the arms of Duv…..SHE DRIVES THE KNEE THROUGH THE FACE OF TARVOS AS HE DROPS TO THE MAT!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD! SHE MIGHT HAVE THIS! ::EDWARD NAIR:: She’s not dropping for the pin! Scrambling to capitalize. She starts to scale the cage, the chicken-wire making it difficult to climb with pace. She looks over her shoulder as she puts both feet on the structure and sees Duv is still down. ::JAMES WILLIS:: You can see the concentration on her face! ::EDWARD NAIR:: Fear is a powerful motivator…. Just before the halfway point, she looks back and DUV IS UPON HER! Tarvos reaches up and YANKS MOE DOWN ONTO HIS SHOULDERS, HE TAKES A STEP BACK...CROYT’S WRATH!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: ABYSSAL! ::EDWARD NAIR:: She’ll be kicking herself for not going for the pin, if her limbs still work after that... Moe lies broken in the ring. Tarvos stands over her ominously, seemingly taking his time and enjoying the sport of it all. He puts a foot across the chest of Moe… ::JAMES WILLIS:: Contemptuous pin from Duv... ONE… TWO… THRE… MOE GETS A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Amazing show of fighting spirit from Ai Moe! ::EDWARD NAIR:: Stupidity you mean... Draggin Moe up by the hair, Duv whips his opponent to the ropes. He misses with a lariat and MOE COMES BACK WITH A CROSS-BODY BLOCK BUT SHE’S CAUGHT!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: This isn’t good... ::EDWARD NAIR:: Depends on whether you’re the catcher or the catchee... HE SCOOPS HER OVER HIS SHOULDER AND CRADLES HER...SITOUT TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: ANTI-LIFE EQUATION!!! ::EDWARD NAIR:: Her head was DRIVEN into the mat! He goes for the cover… ONE... TWO…. THREE!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Tarvos Duv picks up a win in his first outing but Moe can’t feel too hard done by. She might very well have gotten the pin after the Kamigoye connected... ::EDWARD NAIR:: Oh, so now you agree with me? ANTI-LIFE bellows over the PA system as the referee raises Tarvos’ hand. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: The winner of this match….TARVOS...DUV!! The door is opened for Samael to approach his charge. He whispers something inaudible as the two exit the cage. Moe lies in the ring, motionless and broken on the mat. ::JAMES WILLIS:: As Moe still remains lain out in the ring, Duv cuts an imposing figure as he heads down the aisle and if he decides to enter the Christmas Chaos match next month, he could very well surprise a few people there!
::JOHNNY MAVERICK::
…they had to call in a specialist to get it out of my nose and THAT’S why I’m no longer allowed at that Applebees.Johnny finishes telling what must have been an incredible story to the other participants in this high-stakes game. ::EDDIE WALKER::
I worry about you sometimes, Johnny. By the way, it’s been your turn to play a card for like the past three minutes.::JOHNNY MAVERICK::
Cool. Draw four, Eddie. New color is red.Johnny plays the ‘Wild Draw 4’ atop the pile. Eddie lowers his eyelids in annoyance before grabbing his four cards from the top of the deck. It jumps to the next player’s turn, who happens to be Everalda, and she slightly knits her eyebrows. ::EVERALDA COCHRANE::
Ohhh, why couldn’t it be any other color…?The camera is able to take a quick peek at her hand: green, blue, and yellow cards. She releases a cute pout and draws from the deck -- five cards before she finally sets down a red 7 card. She glances over at her husband and smiles. ::EVERALDA COCHRANE::
Do you have a counterattack?::ADRIEN COCHRANE::
For Johnny? I’m lucky I can play this.The Dropkick King shrugs his shoulders before playing a yellow 7 from the six cards currently in his hand. ::ADRIEN COCHRANE::
Though judging by the number of cards we all have, I feel like me changing it to yellow is just delaying the inevitable.::JOHNNY MAVERICK::
We should bet snacks on this next time. Or clothes. Or maybe we all need to get edible clothes. With that being said…Johnny plays a yellow 3 on his turn. ::JOHNNY MAVERICK::
UNO!::EDDIE WALKER::
Remember guys, he most likely has a red after he played that wild card earlier. And of course, you’re gonna suggest that Johnny until you’re stuck having to deal with me being on the other end of one of those zany ideas.Eddie Walker, the only person anywhere near Johnny with five cards in his hand, plays a yellow Draw Two on Everalda. ::EDDIE WALKER::
Sorry, dear. It was my only yellow.::EVERALDA COCHRANE::
Oh, no! I should be the one who’s apologizing.From her hand, Everalda sets onto the pile a green Draw Two, starting a chain. She turns towards Adrien and makes a cute kissy face at him. Adrien doesn’t flinch before placing a blue one on top of his wife’s. ::ADRIEN COCHRANE::
Now THAT I can do something about.As soon as Adrien finishes his sentence, he hears the door to the locker room open. The camera pans out to see who this visitor was, appearing for the first time on the XHF Network screens. ::VOICE:: “I’m not late, am I…?” The visual of Jessica Matthews attracts cheers from the fans in attendance. She’s actually sporting her ring attire, including her Avengers: Endgame Captain America Shield on her right arm. Her duffel bag is slung over her left shoulder and, to be frank, she looks a little worse for wear. ::JESSICA MATTHEWS::
From Osaka to Toronto… I’m glad this is the only time I have to do this.This is referring to New Frontier Wrestling’s Tour in Japan. She had to travel all this way right after her match in Japan; she wasn’t sure if she would make it on time for her FWA debut. Everalda looks over at her and giggles. ::EVERALDA COCHRANE::
You’re right on time, baby sister. Don’t worry.Johnny sets what is left of his hand down and stands to quickly embrace his blonde former student in a big hug. Jessica smiles and hugs him back. ::JOHNNY MAVERICK::
Hey there, Peaches! Wanna watch me continue to break the spirits of our friends via a card game!The Paladin can’t help but laugh and she reads the room for a moment. ::JESSICA MATTHEWS::
That sounds hilarious, Johnny. I’m game.Break their spirits? Everalda looks back over at the pile and sees the red Draw Two on the top. She’s completely beside herself! ::EVERALDA COCHRANE::
Wow! I… I guess that completely backfired!The Cajun Sensation and Manager Extraordinaire simply look at each other as Johnny plays his final card. Walker and the two Cochranes simply toss their cards in unison as Maverick wins the game. ::ADRIEN COCHRANE::
Welp, that was fun while it lasted. How’s my favorite sister-in-law?Setting aside her shield for a moment, Jessica smiles and walks over to hug Adrien. ::JESSICA MATTHEWS::
Excited? Nervous? Tired? All of the above.She regards Eddie with a smile and even hugs him. ::JESSICA MATTHEWS::
Your percentage should have come through via direct deposit.Everalda smiles at them and begins to bring all the cards together for a shuffle. ::EDDIE WALKER::
Don’t worry about your signing bonus and my cut of it. Worry about your first opponents. One of them tried to cave someone’s skull in with a skateboard last month.::JOHNNY MAVERICK::
It turns out mall security guards have been right all these years and those darn kids with their skateboards are always up to no good. Hanging around by the Orange Julius and not buying anything… playing their Pac-Man video games and listening to adult contemporary sensation Perry Como… I don’t actually know what teenagers do. Or what we were talking about. Do I get to eat someone’s pants now? Is that what we agreed on?::EDDIE WALKER::
None of us are wearing edible clothing, Johnny. Your other opponent, Jessica, was the second-to-last FWA Women’s Champion before the title was retired. And she made a huge push to try to win the XHF Women’s Championship from your tag team partner, Ava Cannon. This is a big match to make sure everyone in FWA and the XHF Network knows what a two-time former World Champion can do.Drawing back, Jessica holds her chin in her right hand and cradles her elbow in her left hand. She contemplates her manager’s wisdom and tilts her head. ::JESSICA MATTHEWS::
It sounds like I have some tough competition. Good. Anyone who knows me is well aware that I don’t back down from a challenge, no matter how intense.A knowing little smile crosses her older sister’s face. ::EVERALDA COCHRANE::
It’s true. You are fearless.Jessica smiles and shakes her head. ::JESSICA MATTHEWS::
I wouldn’t go that far. I have shown fear, but I choose to be brave. I am a two-time World Champion, a two-time Tag-Team Champion...She looks at her brother-in-law with a smile. Together, they were the final HYBRID Wrestling Duality Champions. ::JESSICA MATTHEWS::
...and I’ve held a title with a long reign and multiple successful defenses. I’m a rising star and the sky’s the limit. I’m ready to show this company and the network who I am and what I am capable of.::ADRIEN COCHRANE::
I know you’re gonna give them hell tonight. Just like Johnny is going to give Ian Dream hell tonight. Just like I’m going to give Tarrasque hell tonight as well. This room is filled with talent that I am grateful to call my friends and family. Now let’s show them how Guardians handle their business, alright?!Johnny stands again this time very suddenly, knocking over the small table they were playing cards on. ::JOHNNY MAVERICK::
HELL yeah! Let’s go break some arms!Johnny feels everyone's eyes on him. ::JOHNNY MAVERICK::
But in a very sportsmanlike manner or whatever. Guardians!::JESSICA MATTHEWS::
Of the Galaxy!She doesn’t miss a beat. Ever. Now everyone turns to look at Jessica, Everalda giggling all the while. The Paladin just grins, shameless of her nerdisms. ::JESSICA MATTHEWS::
You know who I am.She picks up her shield, braces it on her right arm, and turns towards the camera. ::JESSICA MATTHEWS::
Level up or shut up. Game on!The Eternal Paladin is beaming. The camera zooms in on her symbolic shield for a moment before the perspective changes altogether.
Earlier in the Day
“Spoiled” Summer Page is entering the backstage area of the FWA Warehouse alongside Donovan Dusk and her personal trainer, Marisol Vilaro. They are surrounded by security.
:::“SPOILED” SUMMER PAGE::::
I can't say that I am pleased right now because we all saw that Ava Cannon cheated her way to retaining the XHF Women’s Championship at Hardcore Halloween. Ava, don’t think for a single second that I am done with you because I won’t be done with you until I have the XHF Women’s Championship belt in my possession. But as we all know that here in FWA we are facing a resurrection of sorts. With everything around here in flux this company needs a face, it needs a star that is head and shoulders above the rest. Which is obviously me. So don’t think the XHF Women’s championship is the only title I have my eyes on. Rest assured I will be in the discussion of who becomes FWA Undisputed Champion and FWA Television Champion.
Donovan and Marisol smile as they shake their heads in agreement.
:::“SPOILED” SUMMER PAGE::::
Now tonight, I have to team with some pathetic dirty subhuman skater against that cheater Ava Cannon and parasitic leech. Ladies, I am the class of FWA and XHF as a whole. You are all just living in my world...for now until I decide I am not amused by you anymore and will do away with each of you.
Summer blows a kiss at the camera and walks away followed by her entourage.
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The steel cage is finally dismantled as Cheyenne Graham stands in the center of the ring.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: The following contest is set for one fall...Introducing the first competitor
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.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Hailing from Oil City, Pennsylvania....
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.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Standing at five feet and seven inches and tipping the scales at one-hundred-and-eighty-one pounds...
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.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: TAYLOR….GEISLER!!!!
A subconscious lick of her lips is hungrily done as her music fades.
::JAMES WILLIS:: Unlucky at Hardcore Halloween, Taylor Geisler is undefeated in singles competition since she debuted back in April at On the Road!
:::EDWARD NAIR::: Records are made to be broken though, never forget that!
::JAMES WILLIS:: So far, no-one has come close. It might be the chip on her shoulder that is the size of an Appalachian mountain or it could just be the almost freak-like manner in which she man-handles her opponents. Her opponent will be looking to change that.
The Mishima Dojo - Final Round theme from Tekken 7 reverberates around the FWA Warehouse.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: And her opponent, accompanied by his manager Sensei-San….
Flanked by Sensei-San, Yoshi Kanzuki emerges at the top of the aisle to a chorus of jeers and boos.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: From Kasai, Japan. He weighs in at one-hundred-and-seventy-six pounds, standing at five feet and ten inches….MR ALL BUSINESS….YOSHI….KANZUKI!!!
Kanzuki pays them no mind, his expression unmoved as he makes his way down the aisle.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: He weighs in at one-hundred-and-seventy-six pounds, standing at five feet and ten inches….
Sensei-San waves off the baying hands of the Toronto faithful, letting his client follow after his path has been beaten clear.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: .MR ALL BUSINESS….YOSHI….KANZUKI!!!
Getting to the ring, Yoshi walks up the steps and looks Taylor in the eye as he shakes his head witheringly at what lies before him.
::JAMES WILLIS:: We saw the strong and silent Yoshi appear at Devastation, delivering the Northern Lights Suplex he calls the Shinto-Plex to Johnny Maverick. Last time out, he faced off against The Guardian member and he’ll want to get back on the streak he had since he started here with a win tonight!
:::EDWARD NAIR::: He has his manager at ringside, that’s always an advantage in my book!
Sensei-San follows behind him as the two men approach the referee. Kanzuki leans into Mark Hill’s ear and the referee nods. Sensei-San waits for his charge to finish before pulling a stuffed envelope from his jacket pocket and handing it to the match official.
::JAMES WILLIS:: Did he just offer a bribe?
Tucking the envelope into his trousers, Hill calls for the bell.
:::EDWARD NAIR::: You got to make sure in this game: hook a leg, don’t showboat, bribe the ref...it’s all the same!
DING DING DING
Third Contest Singles Match Taylor Geisler vs Yoshi Kanzuki w/ Sensei-San Official: Mark Hill
Clearly incensed, the bell has barely finished ringing before Geisler is on Kazuki. She peppers the Yakuza member with a mixture of jabs and hooks across the body and head. Caught unaware, Yoshi has little he can say or do about it.
::JAMES WILLIS:: There’s the explosive start that has become almost a trademark of Taylor’s.
:::EDWARD NAIR::: She jumped him, clearly...I love it!
Trying to fight his way into the match, Mr All Business manages to land a flurry of palm strikes which buys him precious space to breathe. He charges forward and manages to get her to the floor with a front-dropkick.
::JAMES WILLIS:: We’ve seen this martial arts approach to his offense time and time again, this time using it to fight his way into the match but can he make the slight height and speed advantage count?
:::EDWARD NAIR::: Wrestling is a game of timing, he spotted the gap and picked his moment perfectly.
Looking to capitalize, Yoshi finds himself shit out of luck as Geisler grabs a front-facelock as he bends down and LAYS VICIOUS KNEES INTO THE RIBS OF HER OPPONENT!!!
::JAMES WILLIS:: And then he missed the gap right there! Geisler with phenomenal power in those legs is causing untold damage with each knee!
:::EDWARD NAIR::: Now if only she gouged the eyes in that hold, the ref won’t see it, will he?
Standing him up, she throws an arm over her shoulder...EXPLODER SUPLEX!!
::JAMES WILLIS:: Anyone who has seen the interview with Geisler on our website knows that she doesn’t know what a suplex is called but she can execute her slams and throws on a par with anyone else on the Network!
:::EDWARD NAIR::: Get the job done but what is Sensei-San adding to the match being on the outside? GET INVOLVED!
Dragging the Yakuza to his feet, Taylor drives a forearm into the temple of Kanzuki spinning him around...TAZZPLEX!!
::JAMES WILLIS:: Yet again, Geisler is almost trying to atone for coming up short in last month’s opener!
:::EDWARD NAIR::: He bounced a good foot off the mat with that impact!
Sensei-San is on the apron! He calls to Taylor to distract her…
::JAMES WILLIS:: She won’t fall for that...
:::EDWARD NAIR::: She is falling for that...
SENSEI-SAN GETS DROPPED TO THE FLOOR WITH A HEADBUTT!!!
::JAMES WILLIS:: SENSEI-SAN TAKES THE FALL!!
:::EDWARD NAIR::: You would NEVER catch me being sucker-punched like that when my clients were in the ring...never!
Using the distraction, Kanzuki kicks the back of the knee that drops Geisler to a knee!!
::JAMES WILLIS:: Could it have paid off for the Yakuza?
:::EDWARD NAIR::: He’s taken one leg from her...
He ducks his head under the arm of Taylor…
::JAMES WILLIS:: Could we see a stolen win with the Shinto-Plex?
THE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX IS BLOCKED!!
::JAMES WILLIS:: Taylor manages to put the brakes on!
:::EDWARD NAIR::: He needs to switch the attempt up...
Kanzuki tries again...GEISLER STANDS HER GROUND AND LEANS HER WEIGHT ONTO HIS FOOT AND ELBOWS HIM IN THE HEAD…
::JAMES WILLIS:: MUDSHOVEL!!!
:::EDWARD NAIR::: That’s just sheer brutality!
The camera catches the very moment, Yoshi realizes what Taylor has done as she locks his arms…
::JAMES WILLIS:: No….THIS is sheer brutality!!
HEADBUTT TO THE FACE!!
::JAMES WILLIS:: SHE’S GOING FOR IT...
HEADBUTT TO THE FACE!!
::JAMES WILLIS:: VENAN-GONE!!
:::EDWARD NAIR::: KICK HER IN THE CROTCH!
Kanzuki struggles but Geisler doubles down on the hold...HEADBUTT TO THE FACE!!
::JAMES WILLIS:: Yoshi can’t seem to break free!
Yoshi’s leg buckles. Mark Hill starts to approach…
::JAMES WILLIS:: We could see a stoppage here...
:::EDWARD NAIR::: Has the official worked for his bribe at all?
HEADBUTT TO THE FACE!!
::JAMES WILLIS:: Do you want to make her mad right now?
:::EDWARD NAIR::: ….
Hill tries to separate the pair….HEADBUTT TO THE FACE!!
::JAMES WILLIS:: Hill’s in danger of becoming collateral damage...
The official tries one last time and, reluctantly, Geisler lets go. Under his own weight, the Yakuza member drops to the floor as Mark Hill calls for the bell.
::JAMES WILLIS:: ANOTHER KNOCK-OUT VICTORY FOR GEISLER!
DING DING DING!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: The winner of this match, due to a ref stoppage...TAYLOR...GEISLER!!!
Geisler looks down with complete apathy at the fallen Yakuza. She shakes off the official trying to raise her hand and walks to the ropes, shooting a death-glare in the direction of the incoming Sensei-San who has entered the ring.
::JAMES WILLIS:: A concrete win for Taylor and, in my opinion, fans should look for her to have a major say in next month’s Seasons Beatings pay-per-view!
We cut backstage to see Cross Recoba has entered the building.
::JAMES WILLIS::
He’s not set to compete tonight!
:::EDWARD NAIR:::
No-one told him that! Besides, anything is better than the Guardian love-in that you all seem to enjoy!
Wearing a blue suit, Cross struts past the FWA Backstage crew as he speaks on the phone.
:::CROSS RECOBA:::
You know, I never really thought I’d want the old guy and whatever the fuck his partner is to win…
He pauses as the other person on the line interjects.
:::CROSS RECOBA:::
Yeah, but Noel Edmonds is NOT on the same level as Zoran Sainovic or Pepe Morales, less stabby too. But yeah, NLW’s Homecoming show peaked when you saw Cochrane’s sad little face. He’s going to be distraught if he loses to Tarrasque tonight! Isn’t it great!!
He brushes off a fan who tries to take a selfie with him.
::::CROSS RECOBA:::
Well, I’m sure I’ll find a time where I can outwit and outclass him, patience is a virtue in this game. What we really need now is Eddie Walker watching his empire burn to the ground.
He enters a door as we cut to….
Backstage, in the locker room area. Tarrasque’s head is slammed into a locker, smashing it in. Armand von Krauss stands behind him in his tailored business suit that’s gotten a little blood splatter on it.
He seizes Tarrasque by the back of the head and pulls him back before slamming his face into the wooden bench, splitting it in half.
:::ARMAND VON KRAUSS::: Weak. You lost the last match just because you are weak.
Armand adjusts the cuffs to his suit and rips off a kick to the side of Tarrasque’s bleeding head that sends the beast into the row of lockers, nearly knocking down the whole thing. He slides down to the floor.
He would fight back. He would end Armand in a heartbeat, but he doesn’t know for certain where his friend, Marcus Anderson was. He doesn’t know what Armand would do to Marcus…
:::TARRASQUE::: Me am strong.
:::ARMAND VON KRAUSS::: What was that?
Tarrasque gets to his feet, but Armand knees him in the gut, palms his face, and smashes the back of his head into the lockers. Tarrasque slides back to a seated position.
:::ARMAND VON KRAUSS::: You are strong? No. You would not be under my thumb if you were strong. You wouldn’t worry about what would happen to your precious friend if you disobeyed me. You wouldn’t worry about anything except for the next victory. But, you worry about Marcus. You worry about the rest of his family. Of what I could have done to them, what I did do to their patriarch. You’re opponent has taken down giants before. You are just another dense giant for Adrien Cochrane to take down. Are you going to at least provide a fight against him or am I going to have to take it out on Marcus? Or maybe his mother?
Tarrasque jumps to his feet to strike out at Armand, but is hammered back down to the tiled floor into a seated position. Armand stomps the beast’s face with a sneer and a boot.
:::ARMAND VON KRAUSS::: Last Man Standing tonight. You win. I know you will just take this abuse in stride, but what about the rest of your friend’s family? Will little sister take this kind of abuse? Will mother? Hmm. How many Anderson’s have to die for me to get through to you, Tarrasque? Just the one? Or should we do more?
Tarrasque is on his hands and knees, bleeding from the several cuts on his face and his shoulders. He tries his best to try to access the Akashic Records with his mind to see if that he can find Marcus and the rest of the Andersons to know that they are safe. It doesn’t work. Some kind of drug that Armand has been injecting into him has made such a thing nearly impossible. Blood runs freely from his nose to join the blood streaming from cuts and gashes to fall like rain to the floor.
Why can’t he overcome the drug? Is he weak like Armand says? NO!
Adrien Cochrane is by all accounts, a good man. Tarrasque knows that by all accounts that he, himself, is no good person. May the best man win sounds unacceptable as that might be Adrien. May the man who needs it most win the match. Tarrasque needs wins to keep his family safe. His shoulders droops. There’s not much he can do, but obey.
:::TARRASQUE:::
Me defeat Adrien. Me crush him.
:::ARMAND VON KRAUSS::: That’s what I wanted to hear. Now recover from your kick and then get back into the routine. Okay?
Tarrasque scratches his head and is about to ask him what kick?
:::ARMAND VON KRAUSS::: This kick, fool. Armand hits a jumping roundhouse kick to the side of Tarrasque’s head that sends his face into the row of locker rooms hard enough to begin a chain reaction of knocking several of them down.
:::ARMAND VON KRAUSS:::
You won’t lose tonight, Tarrasque. You won’t lose tonight or I will leave Marcus on your alter. You’ll get to see him in person like you did your former handler, his dad. Is that what you want? :::TARRASQUE:::
No. Me do as say. Me fight with all me have. No hurt friends. :::ARMAND VON KRAUSS:::
Good, good. Get out there. They are getting ready to call you into action. Remember what I said. |
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Post by Cross Recoba on Nov 30, 2021 19:52:31 GMT -5
S&M By Rhianna will play throughout the arena. The crowd starts to boo as Summer Page and Casey Iarossi walks down the ring. Summer gets to ring side and walks up the ring stairs with Iarossi right behind her. 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:: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New York City and Portland, Oregon respectively, weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred fifty-five pounds, they are… SUMMER PAGE AND CASEY IAROSSI!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Well, I don’t think I see a skateboard this time. ::EDWARD NAIR:: Shame, I’d have hoped Casey Iarossi could subtract a Guardian from our lives. Perhaps she has one hidden around here somewhere. Within the arena, the lights begin to dim. Everyone is treated to the visual of an 8-bit video game-styled "title screen". The fans rise with heightened anticipation. PLAYER 1 | CuteGamingBlond ♥
P R E S S | S T A R T !A sound clip of a quarter being inserted into an arcade machine is followed by a sound byte of "Level Up!" in Jessica's voice. From the PA system, “Protector” by City Wolf resonates throughout the arena. “You don't have to be alone, all by yourself
Tired of doing things just to save your mental health
You made a wish and then you lost it down the wishing well...”Jessica Matthews steps through the black curtains, embracing the spotlight, and the fans are absolutely crazy about her! Their cheers and applause fill the entire arena with pure excitement. “But when you're with me,
There's no need to be!"On her right arm is her Avengers: Endgame Captain America Shield, polished to a nice and bright shine. Her golden blonde hair is tied back into a long braid. Jessica takes a moment to simply look at the crowd and listen to their positive reactions. Smiling, she lifts her right fist into the air and displays the UMVC3 Captain America victory pose. "So tell me, is there somewhere else that you wanna go?
'Cause you've been running round in circles, stuck in slow-mo
I've got that feeling that you really wanna hit the door
If you've lost the fight,
Then let's win the war!"The Guardian (of the Galaxy!) makes her way down the entrance ramp and tags some of the fans along the way. She circles around the ring for more interaction before she's back at the start. Jumping onto the ring apron with ease, Jessica springboards herself into the ring and performs a shield roll to get to her feet. She strikes another pose and the fans grow louder with their cheers. While she moves to her corner and relieves herself of the necklace, the jacket, and the shield, she offers a salute and parade rests. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: And their opponents, introducing first, from Pismo Beach, California, weighing in at one hundred forty pounds, she is the Eternal Paladin… JESSICA MATTHEWS!! “When you're tired of hiding,
And you've gotta run, hop right in!
Sit shotgun, I'm driving,
I'll be your protector!
Who's gonna be there when
Everything is tumbling down?
Who's gonna be there when
You fall to keep you off of the ground?
I'll be your shelter,
They'll never get ya
So stay with me and
I'll be your protector!”::JAMES WILLIS:: I know where you stand, but I’m actually excited to see the debut of Jessica Matthews in this match tonight. Her accolades speak for themselves. ::EDWARD NAIR:: Accolades mean nothing. You’ll see what I mean. She’s overhyped and completely dependent on those around her. I feel sorry for Ava Cannon. The instrumental beat of "Can't Get the Best of Me" by Cypress Hill blares out of the PA system and spotlights roam around the arena. Lights start to flicker with the beat of the song. As soon as we hear the opening verse, "Beautiful and Dangerous" Ava Cannon steps out of the curtains with a sick smile on her face. Ava Cannon squats down and sways like Dakota Kai does in her entrance before standing up straight and doing her signature Cannon shot taunt. She then struts to the ring confidently while soaking in the attention she is getting. She enters the ring as soon as we hear the chorus and the crowd sings along. "You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me"Once Ava enters the ring, she jogs around the ring and sings along with the crowd while hyping herself up. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: And her partner, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred thirty pounds, she is the XHF Women’s Champion, Beautiful and Dangerous… AVA CANNON!! "You can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)
You can't get the best of me (you can't hold me down)
Can't get the best of me (you can't, you can't hold me down)"After that, Ava Cannon pounds her chest repeatedly before doing one final cannon taunt. ::JAMES WILLIS:: And there she is, the XHF Women’s Champion! ::EDWARD NAIR:: She’s gonna have to show why she is the champion to handle these two tough women on the other side of the ring and a damn Guardian on hers. Fourth Contest Tornado Tag Team Match Ava Cannon and Jessica Matthews vs "Spoiled" Summer Page and Casey Iarossi Official: Matthew Noble::JAMES WILLIS:: Quick reminder to everyone at home, this is a tornado tag match. There’s no tags or legal competitors. Everyone fights at the same time. ::EDWARD NAIR:: Makes for a more fast paced match. Quicker results as well since no one can switch out to catch their breath. Let’s see who can outlast who. And by who, I mean outlasting Jessica. Iarossi gets the first strike with a running knee to Matthews. Cannon keeps the fan favorites in the running with a heart punch on Summer Page. Before Cannon could attempt anything else on Page, Iarossi is leaping off the middle rope to hit a moonsault on Cannon. Iarossi looks to get back up to hit her next attack on Cannon but she is then driven to the mat by Jessica Matthews with a falling neckbreaker. Page scrambles to her feet to hit a snap german suplex on Matthews, completing the cyclical offensive start of the match. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Move after move, everyone getting some of the action here in the early goings of this match. Do you have any comments that isn’t just being unkind to Jessica Matthews for the sake of being unkind? ::EDWARD NAIR:: Just complimentary to Casey Iarossi and her initiative to go after both of her opponents, even if it ended up landing her in that neckbreaker. Summer Page wastes no time going after the woman who survived her attempt to become the next XHF Women’s Champion a month ago, dropping her to the mat with a chick kick then landing a leg drop from the middle rope. Cover by Page and it’s only a two after Jessica Matthews breaks up the pin. Before Matthews could breathe a sigh of relief after breaking up the pin before Casey throws her across the ring with a hurricanrana. Now Page is leaping off the top rope at Jessica with the Best Moonsault Ever on Jessica. ::EDWARD NAIR:: Simply superior wrestling. Iarossi and Page are working together as smoothly as a well-oiled engine. This is what wrestling is all about! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Here’s the cover by Page. Ava Cannon wants none of that as she breaks up the pinfall before Page could sneak in the victory. Before Iarossi could take Cannon down with the same hurricanrana that took down Matthews, Cannon catches her and drops her with a powerbomb. Page drops Cannon with a chick kick but takes her eyes off Matthews and lets her get a german suplex on her. Cover by the Paladin and kickout by Summer Page. ::JAMES WILLIS:: More back and forth between both teams. One of them will have to take control of the match at some point. ::EDWARD NAIR:: Summer Page and Casey Iarossi had control of the match until Ava Cannon had to rescue little Jessica Matthews. They will get it again soon because they are simply better. Matthews places Summer Page in the corner of the ring before Casey Iarossi rolls out of the ring and starts looking under the ring. The fans begin to boo loudly as she reveals a skateboard and enters the ring with it, measuring up Jessica Matthews, who is completely unaware that Iarossi is up to this. Matthews lands a few kicks on Page before Iarossi charges with the skateboard but… ::EDWARD NAIR:: Dammit! Why do you have to run my fun, Ava Cannon! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Ava Cannon with the save on that big boot to the face! Casey Iarossi is seeing stars! Cannon gets in on the action on the cornered Summer Page with a few repeated shoot kicks. Jessica adds a turnbuckle powerbomb to take Page out of action for the time being. Iarossi gets up one last time but realizes she is at a two-to-one disadvantage. She grabs and swings the skateboard again, but missing Cannon and being pele kicked by Matthews. Ava Cannon climbs the top rope as Jessica Matthews takes Iarossi down again with a shining wizard. ::JAMES WILLIS:: I think our champion is ready to put away her opponent. ::EDWARD NAIR:: This didn’t go fairly for Page and Iarossi. But my fingers are still crossed. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Here we go, Seven Deadly Sins!! The frog splash lands perfectly as Cannon remains on top for the cover. Jessica Matthews keeps an eye on Summer Page while Noble makes the count. But it was nothing more than a precaution as Page is still down from the powerbomb moments ago. ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! DING DING DING!! Cypress Hill starts playing as Cannon and Matthews raise each other’s arms in their victory. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Here are your winners, Jessica Matthews and the XHF Women’s Champion, AVA CANNON!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: With a win like that, I’m sure Ava Cannon will at least get an invite to the next Guardians Uno game. ::EDWARD NAIR:: I hope they lose their cards.
A quick-thinking FWA cameraman catches Leon Knyazev leaving a locker-room but he can’t get past the door as the FWA wrestler blocks his view.
:::LEON KNYAZEV::: It’s an interesting offer, let me mull it over. I’m not in the business of making rash decisions...
:::VOICE::: I’m not going anywhere….take your time…
The FWA star barges into the cameraman as he exits the shot. Rushing to get the identity of the person he was talking to, the cameraman starts towards the door but it sharply slams and locks.
::JAMES SLOANE::
After six, fuck maybe even seven, years down south of the border, it was time to come...home? No, that’s not right.
We open on a shot of an old punching bag suspended by a chain, swaying ever so slightly in the breeze. Moving past the bag, an old ring is revealed. Thick white ropes are fastened loosely to four wooden poles, and the old once white canvas mat now dark grey and stained through years of blood, sweat and tears. A hooded man sits in the ring, backed into a far corner.
::JAMES SLOANE::
I don’t have a home. I don’t even remember what that feels like.
The words echo off the walls of what appears to be an old, run-down wooden shed that has been turned into a makeshift gym of sorts. The man throws the hood back, stringy blonde hair drapes over his face as he looks down at the mat.
::JAMES SLOANE::
I’ve never had a place, a “home”. All my “homes” went up in flames, and the people I lived with, the people that I fought in those homes? They moved on. They got the big contracts. They ended up making real money. They were on billboards. TV. All over the internet. I still see some of their stinking rotten faces today. It all makes me sick.
Anger heavy in his voice, a hint of hatred even.
::JAMES SLOANE::
Because I was better than them.
He looks up, focused on the camera.
::JAMES SLOANE::
I was better than them back then, and I’m sure as hell still better than them now so why were THEY on TV and why was I slumming it in the asshole of the world like Tijuana?!
He pulls himself up out of the corner and begins pointing at the camera.
::JAMES SLOANE::
Why was I scraping and clawing for pesos when those pieces of shit were sitting in some fancy catering area rolling in good ol’ American dinero?!
The man pauses, cools down, and smirks.
::JAMES SLOANE::
What? Because I was too rough? Because I was too much of a risk? Too fucking violent? A goddamn liability?!
He nods his head.
::JAMES SLOANE::
You’re damn right. I was too rough. I was too much of a risk. I was too violent. I was a liability. But guess what? I still am.
He begins pacing around the ring.
::JAMES SLOANE::
That’s exactly why I am here, and it’s exactly why I’m here NOW. I’m done. I’m tired of waiting. I’ve waited long enough. Everyone else that I have ever known has gotten theirs, now it’s time that I go out and I get mine. And, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Any way that I can.
Now, if that means stepping on some toes, or on some necks, then well…
He stops pacing, and turns to the camera with a half-hearted shrug.
::JAMES SLOANE::
I really don’t give a shit.
He smiles, and half laughs.
::JAMES SLOANE::
It’s James Sloane’s time now.
End.
We open on the door of the BANG! Bros private dressing room. The door slowly opens and we see Curtis and Steve talking to a guy in a suit.
:::CURTIS KANYON::: Listen here Dewey, we’re coming for Blobby and Noel! I’m working on the perfect match. It’s on the tip of my tongue. So I need to workshop just a bit more. So I need you to talk to the person who makes the matches around here. And tell them that we have a special match in mind for tonight.
:::DEWEY CHEETUM::: Sure thing Mr. President. I can talk to the powers that be, see if we can maybe get that changed.
:::STEVE AWESOME::: Actually Mr. Cheetum…
Steve hands Dewey a bag.
:::STEVE AWESOME::: Let’s turn that maybe into a definitely.
Dewey looks in the bag. He then looks up with a huge smile on his face.
:::DEWEY CHEETUM::: Sirs, yes sirs!
:::CURTIS KANYON::: Excellent. I want this match to be a Mascot Mayhem match! I’ve brought four mascot suits. Before the match begins, every participant will be taken to a separate location and given a suit at random. When we go out for the match, no one knows who’s who, and you can tag anyone.
:::DEWEY CHEETUM::: Oh, like the Masked Singer of wrestling matches!
Steve: No! Nothing like that. We’re not getting C and D’d for this.
:::DEWEY CHEETUM::: Okay, I gotcha. I will get this matches changed just for you!
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Post by Cross Recoba on Nov 30, 2021 19:54:12 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the interfed showcase tag team match fought under the mascot madness rules! I’ll introduce the competitors at the same time as the four of them make their way down to the ring. From Oakland, California, weighing in at two hundred sixty pounds, he is… CHRIS “THE FILTH” MARKS!!
Light boos from the crowd. While this is going on, four costumed wrestlers start walking down the ramp: a wolf, a crocodile, a chicken, and a bull.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: And his partner, from Hamilton, Ontario, weighing in at two hundred sixteen pounds, he is Late Night… RYAN GRAHAM!!
Louder boos.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: And their opponents, representing the BANG! Bros, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred thirty-eight pounds, he is the Face of the Franchise… STEVE AWESOME!!
Mixed reaction from someone who usually isn’t that well liked.
::EDWARD NAIR:: Fans don’t know who to boo harder. I love it!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: And finally, from Washington D.C., weighing in at two hundred seventy pounds, he is the former President of the United States… CURTIS D. KANYON!!
Fifth Contest
Tag Team match
XHF Tag Team Division
The Bang Bros. [GUNS] vs Ryan Graham and Chris Marks
Official: Edgar Brown
DING DING DING
::JAMES WILLIS:: A quick reminder of the rules. No one knows the identity of the mascots in the ring, only that the four people in the ring are Kanyon, Awesome, Graham, and Marks. Not even their partners. The two legal competitors could be opponents or partners. Anyone can tag to any corner. The pinfall or submission that happens wins it for their team. Even if it is partner on partner.
::EDWARD NAIR:: In the eyes of each competitor, they control their own destiny since they don’t know who their partner is. And no one wants to tip their hand at who they are because it could paint a target on your back if say, Kanyon and Awesome figure out which mascot is Ryan Graham.
::JAMES WILLIS:: I believe it was randomly drawn that the crocodile and the wolf will start us off.
Attempting to not reveal their identities, both competitors start drilling each other with strikes. The crocodile starts to lose his footing a bit after a strike from the wolf but fights back with a knee. Crocodile drops the wolf with a DDT before tagging in the chicken.
::EDWARD NAIR:: It’s really hard to give an opinion when I have no idea who is in the ring. And who was tagged in.
::JAMES WILLIS:: This feels like a match where you just have to let events unfold.
The chicken quickly overwhelms the wolf with his power, not afraid to land a vertical suplex on the wolf. He quickly rolls off the mat and tags in the bull.
::JAMES WILLIS:: Well, all four have been in the ring now. And now the bull looks ready to charge.
::EDWARD NAIR:: Could that be Kanyon maybe? Or perhaps this is a sleight of hand.
The bull charges and is dropped with a drop toe hold from the chicken. The chicken starts to dance a little bit, maybe hinting a bit at being Steve Awesome, but the bull quickly leg tackles the chicken while he was dancing. The bull headbutts the chicken into the nearest corner where the crocodile tags himself in. He runs and jumps to land a forearm on the bull, who stumbles back to his corner, which allows the wolf to tag himself in.
::EDWARD NAIR:: Everyone keeps tagging themselves in because they don’t know what to do about the competitors in the ring.
::JAMES WILLIS:: It’s a strange circumstance these four are in.
The wolf starts laying in some chops and then hits a headbutt of his own onto the crocodile. Then a knee strike. Then a spinebuster to really drill the croc into the mat. Cover by the wolf and only a two count.
::JAMES WILLIS:: Well, someone almost won the match. It would have been funny if these two were partners.
::EDWARD NAIR:: It would have indeed.
The crocodile quickly rolls to the nearest corner, tagging in the chicken. The chicken and wolf square up in the ring for a moment before… the chicken drops himself to the mat and the wolf quickly makes the cover.
::JAMES WILLIS:: THE WOLF AND CHICKEN FOUND OUT THEY’RE PARTNERS!!
::EDWARD NAIR:: They’re gonna try to steal the match! This is great!
ONE!!
TWO!!
TH...NO!!
The bull yanks the wolf off. Brown starts order the bull to return to the apron as he isn’t the legal man. The bull ignores this before throwing the wolf into the corner and charging… The BANG!! The bull’s head falls off, revealing that he was Curtis Kanyon. Before he could do anything further however, the chicken slams a steel chair into the head of Curtis Kanyon, prompting Edgar Brown to disqualify the FWA team.
DING DING DING
The chicken removes his head piece, revealing himself as Chris Marks, who glances down at Kanyon with a smug look on his face. But the crocodile, who obviously must be Steve Awesome, lands a superkick on the Filth. Cheyenne tries to make her announcement while chaos still reigns in the ring.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Here are your winners by disqualification… the BANG! Bros!!
The wolf rolls out of the ring, his headpiece falling off to reveal Ryan Graham underneath it. That’s when a fifth mascot: the bulldog, slides into the ring. Awesome removes his crocodile head and looks curiously at who the bulldog could be. One Ragnarok later though, it’s quite obvious it was a visitor from J-ROK! A hoard of officials now start heading to the ring to end this extracurricular activity.
::JAMES WILLIS:: And now Dylan Black has made an appearance! This is just madness! While we try to get this sorted out, let’s cut backstage.
::EDWARD NAIR:: The important thing is that the BANG! Bros are one step closer to re-challenging for the XHF Tag Team Championship.
Curtis rolls out of the ring and grabs a mic.
:::CURTIS KANYON::: Crinkly Bottom Boys! We have the points! We have the power! We want you at Xtreme Xmas! I’ve thought long and hard for the perfect match. And I’ve got it for you now. A Very Shitstorm Christmas Match!
Steve leans in.
:::STEVE AWESOME::: Sponsored by Shitstorm 3: Santa's Been Naughty; the movie, based on the musical, based on the play, plagiarised from the novel, in collaboration with Super Sake Presents: Off the Wagon Pictures, in conjunction with the XHF Network, starring Steve Awesome, featuring Curtis Kanyon, Blobby, Noel Edmonds! Oh, and special appearance by Tom Cruise as... the Dog!
Curtis looks perplexed at that last part.
:::CURTIS KANYON::: As long as it’s a shitstorm. Which it will be! It’ll have a triple tier cage, where the first cage is made of glass, the second is full of weapons with an explosion timer, and the third is greased. The titles will hang above the third cage, and the first team to get those belts will win! Ha ha ha ha!
:::STEVE AWESOME::: Bwa ha ha ha ha!
Joseph Hart stands nervously in front of a door, his hand reaches for the doorknob, but pulling away at the last moment.
:::JOSEPH HART::: Welax Joseph, you need this. They want you to stawt talking more on camewa, and dealing with this now is the best way. Thewe paying fow youw speech thewapy. So you might as well us it."
Hart pauses for a second looking at his phone, only to realize the time.
:::JOSEPH HART::: Holy Fuck!, I'm going to be late fow my match. My apoligies Mistew... Mul... Mul.
Hart struggles to read the name on the door.
:::JOSEPH HART::: Mistew Mulbewwy, but we'll have to do this some othew time.
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Post by Cross Recoba on Nov 30, 2021 19:57:29 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: The following contest is set for one fall… “Rink Rat” by the Hanson Brothers blasts across the FWA Warehouse as the fans cheer. A quick camera shot zoom in on a fan holding a Mississauga Chargers jersey with HART #17 emblazoned on it.. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Coming to the ring, hailing from Selkirk, Manitoba and standing at five-feet and eight inches... Hart appears, raising an arm to the crowd as they pop. He starts to walk down the aisle and slaps hands with those in the front row. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: And weighing in at two-hundred-and-three pounds... Rounding the ringside area, Hart breaks away from the crowd and rolls into the ring in time to raise his hands as Cheyenne says his name to a huge pop. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: He is THE RINK RAT OF FWA...JOSEPH...HART!!! Joseph stands looking straight down the aisle, waiting for his opponent. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Joseph Hart lives up to his name every time he steps into the ring, Ed. He’s had mixed success here in Fullmetal but he has won the crowd over through his determination, fair play, and the simple fact that every time he enters the squared circle, he improves match upon match! :::EDWARD NAIR::: He also played on a Hockey team that cost me a packet with the bookmakers... ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Introducing his opponent... Ii Kusuri By DADAROMA plays as Yamaguchi comes out and steps up onto the stage.He jumps back and forth for a second before doing a cut throat motion and jumping. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: From Onomichi, Hiroshima, Japan... Eichi walks down the ramp way before jumping up onto the apron and climbing into the ring. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Five feet and eleven inches, two-hundred pounds flat...He is the GOLD RUSH GOD...EICHI YAMAGUCHI!!! He hops again in his corner before standing and stretching while waiting for the match to start. ::JAMES WILLIS:: An MCCW legend, we said earlier that Taylor would be one to watch at Seasons Beatings but you can’t sleep on Eichi. He can take you down with strikes, he can break you apart like a carcass in an abattoir! :::EDWARD NAIR::: I know him well, James. You don’t get to the level I am at what I do without having some form of scouting network! DING DING DING
Sixth Contest Singles Match Joseph Hart vs. Eichi Yamaguchi Official: Matthew NobleNoble signals for the match to start and immediately Hart comes out of the corner and dump-tackles the MCCW legend to the floor! He lands a quick straight right from top position but Yamaguchi is quick to slip out the back door. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Joseph wastes no time in starting the match on the offensive. A move that wouldn’t be out of place on the ice! Both men get to their feet and begin to unleash short jabs to the temple of their opponent. Hart manages to get more power and momentum in his punches as he backs Yamaguchi into the ropes. He immediately backs away and raises his hands in a sign of sporting behavior. ::JAMES WILLIS:: You can’t help but admire the sense of fair play with Hart. :::EDWARD NAIR::: Never! Ever let your opponent up for air! He should have delivered an uppercut to the ribs before he stepped back! Eichi tries to take advantage of the moralistic display as he steps in with a spinning backfist but Hart ducks and catches him on the turn with a European uppercut. The former Hockey player follows it up with a hip toss. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Hart seems to have done his homework and is so far leading the more experienced wrestler on a merry dance. :::EDWARD NAIR::: Eich isn’t a slouch when it comes to brawling, does Hart have another side to his game beyond this? Continuing the chain, the Rink Rat locks in a side-headlock and looks for a bulldog...Eichi slips out and has his arm which he twists into an armbar before letting fly with kicks to the sternum and face of Hart! ::JAMES WILLIS:: The veteran played that well and now Hart needs to stop the Gold Rush God from getting into a rhythm…. :::EDWARD NAIR::: Eichi is reminding him that he isn’t the only one who can use strikes. Chaining together his offense, The Gold Rush God flicks his foot once more into the face of the Canadian, sending him staggering back, before swinging it over the twisted arm into a legdrop that whips Hart face-first to the floor. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Is Yamaguchi taking him seriously? Nonchalant kicks... :::EDWARD NAIR::: Setting up a faceplant to go with a possible hyperextended arm! Working methodically, Eichi grabs a quarter-nelson to lift up his opponent’s head and flicks forward his boot into the face of Hart with an air of arrogance. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Once more, the arrogance from Eichi is on display. :::EDWARD NAIR::: Yamaguchi could destroy him right now, he’s getting into Hart’s head! Destroy your opponent mentally, they can’t touch you physically! Dropping towards the mat, Eichi hooks his leg around the prone Hart and rolls forwards… ONE… KICKOUT!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Quarter-Nelson roll-up not enough to catch Hart out there! :::EDWARD NAIR::: But the seed of a threat is there... Joseph rolls through to his feet but finds nowhere to go as Yamaguchi locks in a sleeper hold. ::JAMES WILLIS:: A sleeper! We’ve seen Yamaguchi use this through the years to finish opponents off but even more times it’s employed to sap the energy out of his opponents. :::EDWARD NAIR::: It’s not much of a height advantage but he’s making it count. Leaning over his opponent, Yamaguchi makes sure to lock in the hold. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Eichi is making sure that Hart is feeling every pound of his weight as he bears over him with the hold!! Having to carry the weight of his opponent causes Hart’s leg to buckle slightly but he makes a point of planting it firmly on the mat as he tries to work out his options. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Hart finds himself in a difficult spot. That sleeper is going to be cutting off oxygen to his brain and if he can’t think, he can’t escape... :::EDWARD NAIR::: I didn’t realize they covered basic biology this far North... The former hockey player tries to reach the bottom rope with his leg but Yamaguchi drags him further away from ropes and takes him down to a knee. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Hart is in danger of going to sleep here...he looks like he might have found a hole… Sensing the desperation of his plight, Hart delivers a pointed elbow into the ribs of Eichi as he twists and then follows with another! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Can he escape!!!! A third elbow loosens the grip of the Japanese wrestler and Hart takes advantage.....RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Hart finds a way out and takes Eichi down1 :::EDWARD NAIR::: He got lucky there, nothing more... The crowd start to rally behind the Canadian. ::JAMES WILLIS:: The crowd here in Toronto will take lucky from the sounds of it! Eichi looks for a rushing knee but Hart sidesteps it and plants a forearm onto the forehead of his opponent which forces him into the corner. THE RINK RAT UNLOADS WITH A FLURRY OF HOOKS TO THE BODY OF YAMAGUCHI!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Hart’s employing some skills he might have picked up in a former life! :::EDWARD NAIR::: Why the Canadians are cheering the boxing, they had Lennox Lewis and cared so little he decided to be British! An Irish whip sends Eichi into the corner….SPLASH!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: SPLASH IN THE CORNER! Hart seems to have found some momentum and Eichi finds himself in danger... The crowd now have really gotten behind Hart. :::CROWD::: LET’S GO HART! LET’S GO HART! LET’S GO HART! LET’S GO HART! LET’S GO HART! Joseph scoops up his opponent and places him in the Tree of Woe… ::JAMES WILLIS:: What can we expect to see here? HART RUSHES IN BUT YAMAGUCHI UNHOOKS A LEG THAT SWINGS INTO HIS TEMPLE!! :::EDWARD NAIR::: True veteran move, right there! He suckered him in! Dropped to a knee, Hart finds no way to block Eichi’s next move. Yamaguchi swing a leg downwards onto the head of his opponent, then another...HE GRABS THE HEAD OF HART AND DELIVERS A HEADBUTT THAT SICKENINGLY ECHOES ACROSS THE WAREHOUSE!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: The Gold Rush God demonstrating that MMA-base approach that has taken him to glory everywhere he goes! :::EDWARD NAIR::: He’s not finished yet... ROLLING OUT OF THE TREE OF WOE, HE GRABS THE LEGS OF HARTS AND ROLLS HIM THROUGH INTO A STRAITJACKET GERMAN SUPLEX!!! ONE… TWO… T-KICKOUT!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: The Rink Rat escapes! Hart rolls out of the pin at the last but he looks shaken… :::EDWARD NAIR::: Looking like Bambi on ice.. JUMPING KNEE STRIKE!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: WRATH OF GOD!!! The cover… ONE… TWO… T-HART LIMPLY SWINGS A LEG ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Hart barely escapes but he’s still there, he wouldn’t have known where the rope was otherwise! :::EDWARD NAIR::: He’s in the Last Chance Saloon though now. You can’t see him repeating that, can you? ::: CROWD::: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Yamaguchi’s face looks shocked. He quickly grabs the free leg and drags Hart away from the ropes and flips him onto his stomach. Eichi steps over the arm… ::JAMES WILLIS:: Could we be seeing the Eichi Special? HART ROLLS THROUGH WITH IT AND LANDS ANOTHER EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: ONCE MORE THE RINK RAT MANAGES TO SHOW HE’S NOT OUT OF THIS MATCH YET! :::EDWARD NAIR::: How many more times can he skin the cat? Eichi is outclassing him, Hart is just… ::JAMES WILLIS:: Showing heart! That fighting spirit! Looking for an Irish Whip, Hart finds the move reversed, he skips over an attempt to grab a single-leg Boston Crab. Yamaguchi gets to his feet but Hart slides through DDT! Hart goes for the cover… ONE.. TW-KICKOUT!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Hart can sense he may be on the better side of this one! Fed by the hunger of the crowd, Hart gets back to his feet and charges down his opponent, he ducks under the lariat attempt...SLINGBLADE!!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: He got all of that one! :::EDWARD NAIR::: He should go for the cover... The crowd, further carried by Hart’s momentum, continue to cheer him on. ::CROWD:: HAT-TRICK! HAT-TRICK! HAT-TRICK! HAT-TRICK! HAT-TRICK! Hart raises a finger to the crowd, climbing between the ropes and climbing to the top. ::JAMES WILLIS:: The crowd knows what this is... Caught out, Eichi gets to his feet BUT HE’S MET WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: He drops down! ONE… TWO… TH-YAMAGUCHI GETS A SHOULDER UP! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Eichi manages to escape at the last! :::EDWARD NAIR::: He’s still the fresher man in my book. A smile breaks out on Hart’s face as he lifts up his opponent and sends him to the ropes...HE GRABS AN ARM AND SPINS BEFORE DROPPING TO THE MAT… ::JAMES WILLIS:: PENALTY BOX!! YAMAGUCHI ROLLS THROUGH INTO A PIN… ONE… TWO… THRE- HART KICKS OUT! ::JAMES WILLIS:: He thought he had him there! :::EDWARD NAIR::: But he didn’t ! YAMAGUCHI HAS KEPT AN ARM TRAPPED. HE STEPS OVER… ::JAMES WILLIS:: Will this time work... GROUNDED MANJI GATAME!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: EICH SPECIAL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!! :::EDWARD NAIR::: I’ve not seen many come back from this... The ref checks round to see how Hart is doing in the hold. Hart struggles but Eichi has his trademark hold in tight from years of practice. Hart once more fights against it but he realises it’s tap or snap… NOBLE CALLS FOR THE BELL!! DING DING DING! A cacophony of boos echo around the FWA Warehouse as the match official raises Eichi’s arm in victory, a slight smile present on the victor’s face. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: The winner of this match via submission...THE GOLD RUSH GOD...EICHI! YAMAGUCHI!!!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Joseph Hart showed his heart, his determination in this one. Here’s my prediction - Hart will taste gold by the time Autumn Anarchy 3 rolls around next year! :::EDWARD NAIR::: We’re halfway through the card, what matters is right now and based on what I’ve seen, Eichi would be someone I’d not want to see my name appear opposite it when an FWA card comes out!
With Eichi still celebrating, we cut to Ian Dream who looks into the camera. :::IAN DREAM:::
You never believed in me. You didn't even bother to remember my name when I was holding the FWA Tag Team Championship. I'm not your idea of a 'top guy' but I'm still here. I'm gonna be here for the foreseeable future unless an act of God stops me. I'm gonna keep winning. So everybody can think whatever they want about me, but I'm gonna raise another championship above my head one day. When that happens? It won't matter that you don't see me as a top guy, I'll be him anyway. I remember my first day here like it was yesterday...which for all I know could've been yesterday. I can’t remember the last time I was booked in FWA. People don’t watch FWA to see a mediocre talent like Johnny Maverick get a spotlight. And they sure as shit don’t watch FWA to watch the tag team division disappear. One night it feels like I'm on top of the world, and then the next week I'm proving why I belong in FWA. Johnny Maverick will prove he will always be mediocre. He can bounce back from this loss, right? Johnny is pathetic enough to qualify as competent but shitty enough to never gain any fame or momentum or success. So congratulations, Johnny. I hope you enjoy being the reason people watch FWA, because it's going to be the last time. I am the future. And the future is superior! |
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Post by Cross Recoba on Nov 30, 2021 20:01:32 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: The following contest is a no disqualification match and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New York City, he weighs in at one hundred sixty-five pounds… He is “The Resurrected Two” IAN DREAM!
Ian Dream comes out as "Superheroes" by The Script comes on the PA system, covering his eyes from the spotlight before walking down the entrance ramp as people in the crowd bow before his villainy. Ian Dream gets on the top turnbuckle and covers his eyes again.
::EDWARD NAIR:: Truthfully, I think Mr. Dream is an idiotic goof… But I hope he wins tonight.
::JAMES WILLIS:: Well, I think he’s in for an uphill battle against the former FWA Undisputed Champion. It should still be a good match, though!
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. One of the hoodie ninjas is revealed to be Eddie Walker to accompany his client to the ring.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Eddie Walker, from Washington, DC., weighing in at two hundred twenty-five pounds… He is “The Sexy Psychic Savior of the Suplex” and the I-Am-Johnny-Maverick World Champion, JOHNNY MAVERICK!!
“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”
::JAMES WILLIS:: I’ve always wanted to say this: Heeeeeeeeeeeere’s Johnny! The second Guardian to compete tonight, and once again, Eddie is by his side.
::EDWARD NAIR:: I hate both of them. Not as much as I hate Adrien, but nevertheless… They are both terrible human beings.
Johnny ascends the turnbuckle and loudly cries out ‘CAN YOU DIG IT!?’ to the crowd before jumping down and preparing for his opponent.
Seventh Contest
No Disqualification
Ian Dream vs Johnny Maverick w/ Eddie Walker
Official: Mark Hill
DING DING DING
The match begins with Johnny Maverick beckoning Ian Dream to take a free shot. He even reveals his “PUNCH HERE” mouthguard and points to his right cheek. Ian doesn’t hesitate and strikes him with an open palm. He quickly follows up with a couple of rights and lefts before he Irish whips Johnny towards the ropes. When Johnny bounces back, Ian goes for a clothesline, but Johnny ducks under. He rebounds against the ropes and nails Ian with “OF!MF! {Oh Fuck! My Face!}” (Running Shotei Strike to the face) and drops him onto the mat! Johnny goes for the cover, but Ian kicks out at two.
::JAMES WILLIS:: Maverick’s off to a great start, folks!
::EDWARD NAIR:: Awful. Just awful. Wake up, Dream! You idiot.
Maverick pulls Dream to his feet and levels him with not one, but two German suplexes. He bridges for the pin attempt, but Dream kicks out at two. As Maverick grabs ahold of Dream, Dream blocks his next maneuver and retaliates with a rolling cutter. Dream rises up, pulls Maverick up, and drops him with a frontface cutter this time. Now it’s his turn to go for a cover, but Johnny kicks out at two. Dream pulls Maverick up to his feet and assaults him with rights and lefts until he forces Maverick into a corner. Dream backpedals and looks for a shoulder tackle, but Maverick moves out of the way and Dream’s shoulder meets the ringpost! Maverick staggers back, while Dream slowly pulls back with a groan. When he turns around, Maverick’s about to attack when Dream gestures for a time-out!?
::EDWARD NAIR:: ...What is going on?
::JAMES WILLIS:: I-I guess Ian is calling for a time-out???
The commentary team is perplexed. Johnny steps back and watches Ian reach into his back pocket. He pulls out a crumpled five dollar bill and extends it to Johnny. On the outside, Eddie can’t help but snort, withholding his laughter.
::JAMES WILLIS:: Uh… what?!
::EDWARD NAIR:: You… you have got to be kidding me.
Johnny takes one good look at it before he catches Ian with a belly-to-belly suplex! Now Eddie is laughing and the fans are eating it up.
::EDWARD NAIR:: ...Why did you think that was going to work, you moron?!
::JAMES WILLIS:: Oh, that’s right! You need a crisp twenty dollar bill!
Edward can’t believe what he’s hearing. Johnny follows up with a cover, hooks the leg, but Ian kicks out at two. He pulls Ian to his feet and seizes his right arm, but Ian suddenly takes aim in desperation and low blows Johnny! The fans boo, but this IS a no-disqualification match. The referee isn’t going to do anything about it. Johnny falls to his knees and groans. Ian pulls Johnny up by force and levels him with “Kryptonite Krunch” (Belly-to-Back Piledriver)!
::EDWARD NAIR:: Excellent. You’re heading in the right direction now, Dream.
::JAMES WILLIS:: Only because of the low blow! Maverick’s wife is going to have to comfort him.
Dream places Maverick in a pin attempting position, but Maverick kicks out at two. The fans rally behind Maverick, even with Dream beating on him. Dream then rolls out of the ring and searches under the ring apron, retrieving a kendo stick. Dream rolls back in while Maverick slowly recovers. Dream lays into Maverick with the kendo stick. Maverick tries his best, blocking some of the shots, and he manages to get to his feet. He catches the kendo stick in his left hand, which surprises Dream. Maverick yanks it away and delivers a series of rapid jabs, wrapping up with a hard spinning backfist!
::JAMES WILLIS:: FYPS! That’s the way, Johnny!
::EDWARD NAIR:: What a stupid name for a stupid combination…
Nair is unimpressed. Then again, when IS he impressed? Dream falls onto the mat and Maverick stalks him, waiting for the Supervillain Sidekick to get up. When he does, Maverick catches him right in the face with the “Third Eye Opener” (Ripcord Bicycle Knee Strike)! His loaded Hello Kitty kneepad intensifies the knockout power and he covers Dream.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING, DING, DING!
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… “The Sexy Psychic Savior of the Suplex” JOHNNY MAVERICK!!
The fans cheer, Eddie rouses applause for his client, and Johnny rises up to celebrate his victory. Naturally, the Hoodie Ninjas join their glorious leader in the ring.
::EDWARD NAIR:: This is… this is absurd! What a horrible way to end a match.
::JAMES WILLIS:: No disqualifications, Nair. Anything goes! Kudos, Dream. Maverick with the win!
The camera cuts to a backstage hallway, one that is surprisingly absent of activity during a big wrestling show like Autumn Anarchy… but the moment that the camera pans over to capture the woman leaning against the wall, it makes sense. No one wants to be near the rabid dog from Oil City, after all.
Not when the risk of being mauled is so high.
Taylor Geisler’s expression is passive, at peace in solitude--though the sound of the camera man clearing his throat has her head turning sharply, a vicious snarl of a smirk tugging at her lips as her nostrils flare. Whatever the bestial competitor senses has her letting out a long exhale, hands unclenching from the fists they were instinctually curled in.
The stalemate between warrior and civilian stretches out for an uncomfortably long moment before the unexpected happens.
:::TAYLOR GEISLER::: ...thieves will get no quarter.
Taylor’s voice is surprisingly soft in volume and in nature, roughened around the edges from a lack of use. For a long moment, she glares into the camera’s lens… before turning away, making her way out of sight. One can hear the camera man let out a sigh of relief before the camera cuts away.
We go backstage where new signee Ashley Williams is waiting, she seems visibly excited at the prospect of returning to the business where she made her name. It has been a long time, 2017 being her last televised match, a loss.
:::ASHLEY WILLIAMS::: Well, here we are, FWA Faithful, the second coming, or is it third coming, of Ashley Williams! You know, I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming when I got the call from Dewey Cheetum, but this is true, this is no mirage. Ashley Williams is back! It's been a long four years but allow me to tell you just a little bit about myself. Trust me, this is a sob story, the sort of story that fans of Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling would positively cream over.
She knows that she is not booked to perform tonight, but she still finds herself taping her wrists, ready to put on the Venum gloves over them, the ring is her home and she is more than ready to get involved in a little “tussle” at the drop of a hat.
:::ASHLEY WILLIAMS::: The memory is a little foggy, but I think it was 2013, I made my debut for a little company who I cannot name for copyright reasons, I became their inaugural Prestige Champion, or as it was known when I won it, The Young Lions Champion, I beat five other men in that match and it was probably one of the best fights of my life. Since then, it's been such a downward spiral that Morrissey probably would have written a song about it but, I digress. Another certain redheaded wrestler drew allusion to my time in Japan and yes, that is where I made my name. I was one of the first females to headline at the Korakuen Hall. I guess you could say that wrestling is in my blood, there is nowhere in the world where I haven't wrestled, aside from maybe Milton Keynes.
She smiles a little, stifling a giggle. Her blonde hair is tied in a messy bun and she is mostly makeup free, wearing a nude foundation with an ever so slight pink hue to her lips.
:::ASHLEY WILLIAMS::: I rested on my laurels, or rested on Laurel, one of the two and I basically took everything for granted, my name, my fame, my body. In the end it became too much and I had to take a step back, I went home to Monmouth County and I, well, stewed in my own broth, certain that my time, at thirty-one years of age, was up. This would have been 2017 when I “retired”. Now, at thirty-five, I realize just how this whole twilight of my career thing works. My body started to slow down, completely at ease with the fact that I may never wrestle again, but... Well, we all know how addicts function, they get that feeling in their stomachs, they get that itch, an itch that only a certain drug can scratch, my drug was Oxycontin, umm, wait, where am I going here?
Another smile from the newly returned, newly revitalized, Ashley Williams.
:::ASHLEY WILLIAMS::: My drug was wrestling, was being in front of a crowd, I lived for that crowd and didn't mind whether they were booing or cheering me, they'd paid their hard earned cash to come and see me and they fully deserved the right to react to me however they saw fit, it was my job. I sat at home, crying into a Ben and Jerry's tub that, by rights, should have been enough for at least two people, but let me tell you, Ashley Williams is a fighter, I soldiered through that Chunky Monkey like a beast and that was when I spotted The XHF Network. I was hooked again, in love with wrestling fully again, but, I knew that after nights of crying into a tub of Ben and Jerry's and drinking cheap wine had done me no favors, stamina wise. So, I hit the gym, in the hope that maybe, just maybe, the XHF Network would provide me a home. Now, as you can see, I'm pretty damned trim, OK so I need some cardio because my heart is jackhammering like a quarterback on prom night, but shh, OK.
She deliberately points at her abdominal muscles, which, as she attests, look pretty damned trim. Everything looks different to the version of Ashley Williams who retired in 2017, the very plump, very unhealthy, very bored and disillusioned Ashley Williams.
:::ASHLEY WILLIAMS::: So, here we are. I'm back and I hereby put everyone on the FWA roster on notice. This is certainly no mirage, this is no fucking fantasy, Ashley Williams, the one time Future of Female Wrestling is back babay! And I don't care who I have to run through to prove why I am the BEST GODDAMNED FEMALE WRESTLER on this planet! I don't care if it's Summer Page, Jessica Matthews or hell, I'll fucking say it, Ava Cannon. I will prove everything to the world, I will make sure that the only name that the dirtsheets report on is Ashley Fucking Williams. And yes, I will kick your fucking head in! |
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Post by Cross Recoba on Nov 30, 2021 20:04:43 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from KINGston, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is the King of Professional Wrestling…JIMMY WILLIAMS!
The trumpets and the lyrics of "U Mad?" by Vic Mensa feat. Kanye West is heard as the crowd anticipate the entrance of the King of Professional Wrestling. 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 gold crown with the words, "KING" 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 while Donovan Dusk trails behind him. Jimmy spreads the fingers of his right hand and stares at it like Booker T. He then forms a fist and stands up before punching the air as pyros goes off behind him. Jimmy then makes his way to the ring while Dusk is screaming at the crowd to bow down to the King of Professional Wrestling. Once Jimmy enters the ring, he does his signature pose again before taunting to the fans some more while Donovan Dusk proclaims that FWA is his kingdom.
::JAMES WILLIS::
As always, Jimmy Williams is absolutely insufferable. Here’s hoping that his opponent can feed him some humble pie.
::EDWARD NAIR::
The King only eats the best! No way he’d ever lower himself to that.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
And his opponent, from Dayton, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds, he is the Gladiator…ANDREW DANIELS!
The arena lights dim as Heavy Day begins to play. The lights in the arena swing back and forth.
DETO-
The lights of the arena move to the stage.
NA-
They illuminate a visage of Daniels' opponent
TOR
Daniels stands behind the visage
WILL
Daniels raises his right hand, he's holding something blocked by the shadows
Come out of nowhere, yeah
With one swift movement he brings his right hand down, revealing a sword as it cleaves through the visage, decapitating it with ease. He then takes two fingers, points them at himself and draws two lines of red face paint down his face from below his eyes before making his way to the ring.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Daniels looks as ready to fight as a man can get. Hopefully, his MMA training will give him an edge.
::EDWARD NAIR::
MMA is a whole different world, Willis. He’s fucked!
Eighth Contest Singles Match Jimmy Williams vs Andrew Daniels Official: Glenn Morgan
When the bell rings, Daniels and Williams approach each other, hands up. Their styles are different, but the openings are similar; circle each other and spot the opening. It’s Daniels that actually strikes first, darting forward and getting a waistlock on Williams. Williams is quick to block, locking a leg around Andrew’s to prevent an early Suplexus Maximus. After a bit of jockeying for position, Williams gets a back elbow to create separation, but when he closes, Daniels sweeps him with a drop toe hold. The Gladiator tries to transition into a triangle choke, but Williams has this scouted as well, immediately jackknifing forward for a pinning predicament.
1...
2--Daniels powers out!
::JAMES WILLIS::
The Gladiator is not going to go down that easily, no matter how much Williams wishes he would!
::EDWARD NAIR::
He’s just stretching his humiliation out! Daniels needs to just let the King have his way.
Daniels is quick to release the hold and jump up, but not quick enough to avoid a rolling wheel kick from “The King”. The two both scramble to their feet, but Williams gains more ground, enough to twist Daniels around with a swinging neckbreaker. He helps Daniels get up as part of the third exchange, which turns out to be a mistake, as Daniels heaves Jimmy over his head with a big flapjack. Williams seems to pop up from the impact, clutching his stomach, leaving him open for an overhead Belly-to-Belly suplex to even him out. Daniels goes for a cover of his own.
1...
2...
Williams takes his time kicking out, but does so in plenty of time.
::JAMES WILLIS::
Andrew’s starting to take control. Let’s see if he can keep the so-called king grounded!
::EDWARD NAIR::
Pffff, Jimmy’s just toying with his prey. If you’d actually pay attention, you’d SEE that!
Daniels is happy to return the favor of helping Williams up, keeping the pressure on, but this is also a mistake, as Williams reaches up and puts his hand in his face. The ref has a hard time seeing what happened between Andrew’s arms, so he can’t confirm it was an eye jab, but he lectures Williams regardless. Williams ignores him entirely, using the opening to lift Daniels for a fallaway slam. The crowd howls with boos, but Williams waits until he can be heard.
::JIMMY WILLIAMS::
I’m the king of professional wrestling!
And then he throws Daniels over his head in a Fallaway slam, twisting into a lateral press. If boos had weight, it’d be academic.
1...
2...
3--no! Luckily they aren’t, and Daniels kicks out to raucous cheers!
::JAMES WILLIS::
The Gladiator will not stay down that easily!
::EDWARD NAIR::
Have him executed for daring to kick out, your highness! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!
Williams cracks his neck, stands up, and stalks Andrew. He has a lot of ways to end this, he just has to decide which. As Daniels gets upright and turns to face him, he decides on humiliation and wraps him up for a Sambo Suplex, but before he can hit it, Andrew returns another favor, elbowing Jimmy right in the face. It takes a couple to get free, but he gets separation eventually, and when Williams charges in indignation, he gets a brutal spinebuster for his trouble. Daniels moves quickly to the apron to scale the turnbuckles, and before Williams can recover, he’s flying off the top rope with his somewhat ironically named top rope leg drop, Decapitation. It lands, the crowd cheers, and he quickly moves to hook both legs in a cover.
1...
2...
3--damn! The crowd jeers as Williams rolls one shoulder off the canvas.
::JAMES WILLIS::
It looks like Andrew heard you!
::EDWARD NAIR::
I--that wasn’t--GAH!
Andrews stands up, now taking the position of the predator as Williams struggles to push himself to a vertical base. He swings his arm, getting the crowd pumped for a Public Execution, but cheers turn to boos when he charges forward, as Williams ducks the Lariat, using that momentum to heave Daniels over in the Sambo Suplex! He’s only stunned a second, but it’s enough for Williams to lock him up in the Anaconda Vice! Daniels starts flailing as Williams wrenches the RBC, trying to push himself with his legs toward the ropes, but every time he pushes, he just spins the pair around, and Williams pushes with his to counter. After about twenty seconds of struggling and spinning himself around fruitlessly, Daniels is forced to tap out, and the crowd rains boos down on Williams as the bell rings.
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM::
Here is your winner… JIMMY WILLIAMS!
The crowd jeers the victorious Williams as he gets to his feet, acting like defeating the Gladiator was no sweat at all… even if the whole world knows otherwise.
::JAMES WILLIS::
That was a valiant effort on the part of Andrew Daniels, but ultimately Jimmy Williams comes out on top.
::EDWARD NAIR::
I TOLD YOU! ROYALTY WINS AGAIN!
Andrew Daniels walks backstage after his match. In his frustration he slams his hands on a nearby table. A hand shows up on his shoulder.
:::VOICE::: Seems you need some help.
A smirk comes across Daniels face
:::ANDREW DANIELS::: Took you long enough.
In the darkened confines of the room set aside for them, we dimly see the members of the Discordian Court. Tarvos Duv kneels, eyes closed, within a ring of chalked sigils symbols. His tranquillity now stands in marked contrast to his ferocious performance in the earlier cage match. Five paces away, Samael also kneels. There is no tranquillity to him, however. His body is taut, his face cast downwards. As our view draws nearer, his voice can be heard and it can be seen that his eyes are now the purest black.
:::SAMAEL::: Your majesty, it is begun. Tarvos Duv had his first battle here within the FWA. The carnage was exquisite. The result was...
His voice stops short. His teeth clench and a single bloodied tear drools down from each eye as he almost seems to vibrate in place. After a few moments, his voice returns with a pained edge.
:::SAMAEL::: I understand, your majesty. The result is not what matters; only the carnage. Forgive my error.
The vibration ceases. The blood dries. There is silence for a time, for us at least.
:::SAMAEL::: Very well, your majesty. Preparations will begin.
Samael's eyes return to normal. His body sags. Wearily, he pulls himself to his feet and walks slowly over to where the Silent Executioner kneels. Looking down at the unmoving brute, he smiles with no warmth.
:::SAMAEL::: Sleep well beast. You will need your strength for what lies ahead... |
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Post by Cross Recoba on Nov 30, 2021 20:16:13 GMT -5
::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is our main event last man standing match!! Introducing first… Cheyenne gets prepared to introduce one of the competitors of the match, but the music beginning to play didn’t belong to either of them. ::EDWARD NAIR:: Ohhh, this is going to be good! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Why do you say that? This is Cross Recoba’s music! "My Name is Human" by Highly Suspect begins to play inside the arena as the lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, touching the crucifix necklace for luck with the other. The HCW Diamond title is draped over his shoulder. The crowd responds with a cavalcade of boos and jeers. Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he smiles cockily towards the audience. He holds up the cane that has caused so much trouble in the past to an even more venomous response from the fans, and begins down the ramp still holding it aloft. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Everyone please welcome our guest commentator, standing at six feet and one inch, and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada.... and the self-proclaimed 'Box Office Smash of the XHF NETWORK'..... , 'THE FOX' CROSS RECOBBBAAA!! Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lions head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck. He sets the cane to rest against the ring steps and then climbs them up onto the apron and, with a wipe of his feet, slips between the ropes. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Special guest commentator? For the Adrien Cochrane match? I don’t like where this is going. ::EDWARD NAIR:: Well, Cochrane will have to deal with it. I, for one, am excited to be able to share a booth with Mr. Recoba. I welcome this addition to the commentary for this main event. As a fellow man of the business world, I think Recoba is one of the most intelligent and interesting people in the entire Network, much less the FWA. We can all learn a thing or two from him. Cross Recoba does his normal bow to try to get everyone in the building to boo him before sliding out of the ring and taking a seat between the two announcers at the table at ringside. ::CROSS RECOBA::Evening, Edward. James...well, I guess we had to keep some form of continuity. Can I just say that I am hyped to have the best seat in the house for Tarrasque’s main-event demolition! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Cross, I really don’t think it’s as much of a foregone conclusion as you make out. ::CROSS RECOBA::To quote a wise man on the Network - Blob, Blob, Blobeh, Blob…. “All Animal” by Through Fire begins playing as Tarrasque and Armand von Krauss come out from the back to the booing of the crowd. Tarrasque is eating what appears to be a beef tenderloin. The pair make their way down to the ring before Tarrasque throws what remains of the meat into the crowd. He steps over the ropes and into the crowd, roaring to the crowd. ::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: The following… I said that already. Introducing first… from Parts Unknown, weighing in at three hundred seventy-five pounds, he is… TARRASQUE!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: I’m not sure how much I’ve been a fan of Tarrasque since he has been under the spell of Armand von Krauss. ::CROSS RECOBA::Did you see him in AWF when Marcus was by his side? This is a marked improvement, this is progress! 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”::JAMES WILLIS:: From New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at one hundred ninety pounds, he is "The Dropkick King" ...ADRIEN COCHRANE!! Cochrane looks at the fans from the ramp for a moment, giving a smile as he makes his way down the ramp and to the ring, hitting as many high fives and fist bumps as he can on his way to his destination. ::EDWARD NAIR:: Well, here is the downside to my new gig. I have watched way more Adrien Cochrane matches than I have cared to watch and now I have to talk about them once again and sit through them at ringside. ::CROSS RECOBA::Try having to watch his promos like I did when he was the X*Crown Champ for like a few weeks... 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. “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 gonna be the last one standing”
Main Event Last Man Standing Match Adrien Cochrane w/ Eddie Walker vs. Tarrasque Official: Edgar BrownDING DING DINGThe bell rings as the two wrestlers start to circle the ring, measuring each other up a bit before making their first move. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Just a quick reminder of the rules of a last man standing match. The match can only end when one wrestler is standing and the other one cannot beat a ten count. ::EDWARD NAIR:: I know you’re gonna mention Adrien has won a championship in one of these matches before. But look at this beast in the ring! He’s almost double Adrien’s size! There is a clear favorite to win this, and I’m sure Mr. Recoba will happily agree with me. ::CROSS RECOBA::This is going to make the Falklands War look competitive! Tarrasque decides he is done waiting to attack, grabbing Cochrane, who can’t break the pure power of Tarrasque. Tarrasque sends Cochrane into the corner before delivering a thumping shoulder block. While Cochrane stands stunned for a moment, Tarrasque slams him to the mat as hard as he can with a powerslam that shakes the ring. Matthew Noble starts counting after the two moves, but Cochrane starts getting up immediately, back on his feet by two. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Folks, another reminder that you have until a ten-count to answer the referee! ::CROSS RECOBA::You know we’re on a subscription network, right? Anyone paying the nine ninety-nine a month knows the rules already… ::EDWARD NAIR:: Almost worth the money to see Cochrane get planted like that! But as soon as Adrien’s back on his feet, his head is nearly taken off via a clothesline from the genetic monster. But even after that, Cochrane still gets up at two once more. Tarrasque tries to follow it up with a powerbomb, but Cochrane gets his first offense in the match by countering the move into a hurricanrana. Cochrane bounces off the middle rope and lands a moonsault onto the giant, knocking Tarrasque to the mat. Despite that, both men start getting back to their feet at the same time, causing Noble to not bother with any counts. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Cochrane is starting to play himself into the match… ::EDWARD NAIR:: He’s choking, this is why I’m only too happy to have no association with him anymore…. ::CROSS RECOBA::Tarrasque needs to cut off his legs. You can’t be the Dropkick King if you can’t jump. Besides, a slower pace will frustrate Cochrane and save Tarrasque’s gas tank! Knowing how his bread is buttered, Cochrane lands a well-aimed dropkick into the chest of Tarrasque, who stumbles back and tumbles over the ropes to the pleasure of everyone in the venue other than two of them sitting at the announce table. ::CROSS RECOBA::THAT IS THE EXACT THING I WARNED YOU ABOUT! :JAMES WILLIS:: Adrien knows where his bread is buttered... Matthew Noble starts counting for Tarrasque, but he gets back to his feet outside the ring at the count of five. That doesn’t last long as the moment he is standing upright, he sees a flying Cochrane flying towards him from a suicide dive. Both men are down for a bit until Cochrane starts to use the stairs to get back to his feet. Noble starts counting. ::JAMES WILLIS:: That dropkick got Cochrane halfway home… ::EDWARD NAIR:: You don’t get wins on half-jobs… ::CROSS RECOBA::Unless you’re facing Copycat… ::JAMES WILLIS:: Did that even need to be said? Unsatisfied with Tarrasque’s performance so far, Armand von Krauss starts yelling at Tarrasque to get to his feet, perhaps the reason Tarrasque gets back up at six. Cochrane starts to run along the apron and leaps at Tarrasque for a crossbody… BUT TARRASQUE CATCHES HIM!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Tarrasque counters the crossbody and… oh, this is not good… ::EDWARD NAIR:: On the contrary! This is great! End him so we don’t have to watch this unmarketable hack compete in a ring anymore. ::CROSS RECOBA::That’s it! Take him out of contention for next month! There’s an early Christmas present I can get on board with! The first thing Tarrasque does is charge Cochrane into the ring post, causing the Dropkick King to wince in pain. It gets worse as Tarrasque powerslams Cochrane into the ring steps. He doesn’t let Noble count as he yanks Adrien in the air and throws him into the barricade with ease. Noble starts counting. ::CROSS RECOBA::See this is why Eddie Walker is trouble, Adrien’s bought into his own hype and now he’s going to have to pay for the absolute baloney that Eddie likes to do to talk up his clients and forget the fact that he’s a washed-up widower who is more irrelevant to the wrestling world each day! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Walker’s Guardians are a key force on the XHF Network! ::CROSS RECOBA::Do you see me having someone shill for me? Do you see Dylan Black or Death Trap having to pay over a tithe to get title shots? No and why? Because our talent speaks for itself! ::JAMES WILLIS:: Famously, you’ve never had a title shot on the Network… ::EDWARD NAIR:: Because people like Walker do nothing but politick and scheme. Cross fights the good fight the fair way! Cochrane pulls himself up at eight before seeing a charging Tarrasque coming right at him. Cochrane leap frogs Tarrasque and his spear hits the stairs instead of Cochrane. While the missed spear likely hurt the former NWC World Champion, it wasn’t enough to knock Tarrasque off his feet, but the Adrien Cutter certainly did. ::JAMES WILLIS:: ADRIEN CUTTER!! Could this be enough!! ::EDWARD NAIR:: It better not be, it’s bad enough being in Canada - a Cochrane win would be the icing on a crap cake! ::CROSS RECOBA::GET UP, TARRASQUE!! Tarrasque doesn’t appear to have it in him to beat the ten count… so Armand von Krauss takes advantage of the no disqualifications aspect of the match to drill Adrien with a low blow. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Oh this is absolutely disgusting! Such a cheap shot but… wait!! Here comes the Guardians! ::EDWARD NAIR:: Ugh, these clowns. ::CROSS RECOBA::Jesus, and I thought the Eternals was the ‘superhero’ bomb of the year... Johnny Maverick and Jessica Matthews start running down the ring towards Armand. Not liking the two-on-one disadvantage, von Krauss hops the barricade with the others in pursuit, leaving Cochrane and Tarrasque alone at ringside. Tarrasque attempts to grab Adrien for the “Rise of the Fememine Side” but Cochrane side steps and lands a second Adrien Cutter on Tarrasque. Noble starts counting once more. ::EDWARD NAIR:: Please tell me I didn’t just watch Golden Boy somehow survive this. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Noble is at six and Tarrasque isn’t showing any signs of getting up. ::CROSS RECOBA::You stupid, stupid giant. You BFG, you big freakin’ goon! Get up! An Adrien win means people won’t want to tune in again! EIGHT!! NINE!! TEN!! DING DING DING::CHEYENNE GRAHAM:: Here is your winner… ADRIEN COCHRANE!! ::JAMES WILLIS:: A pretty apt song for Cochrane to use as Last One Standing is now playing through the speakers as the Dropkick King scores yet another victory on our way to Christmas Chaos! And… now Eddie Walker is coming down the ramp. ::EDWARD NAIR:: I know I called Matthews and Maverick clowns but this guy takes the cake. What does he want, exactly? ::CROSS RECOBA::He’ll claim it was the game plan all along and ignore the fact that his client is the Scrappy Doo of the XHF Network. No-one knows why he turned up and everyone just waits for the day he’ll go away! Admit it, Walker, YOUR CLIENT’S A HACK! Walker rolls into the ring as Matthew Noble is raising Cochrane’s arm in the air after returning to the ring. He starts speaking to his client before leaning over the ropes in the direction of the announce table. ::ADRIEN COCHRANE::
You got something to say, Cross? I’m right here. Come on, let’s talk.::JAMES WILLIS:: I think Walker told him some of the things you said during the match. ::EDWARD NAIR:: Oh please, he isn’t worth the time of day.
Cross throws down his headset. ::JAMES WILLIS:: We appear to have lost Cross as he hops onto the apron. Eddie Walker approaches, his hands up as if to say he comes in peace...CROSS GRABS HI AND PULLS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! ::EDWARD NAIR:: Land one on him for me! Recoba is laying the boots into the ribs of Cochrane’s manager. Adrien, having seen more than enough, rolls out the ring and immediately pulls Recoba off his manager. Officials and Road Agents rush to try and get to the two men. :::CROSS RECOBA:::Get used to it, Adrien! You used to be the big fish in a small pond but now I’m here? You’re with the small fry! I’m the Box Office here, you’re just the guy in the match before mine on the card! Adrien lands a clean strike to the jaw of Recoba that sends him reeling back. He looks to save face but his attempt to rush back and retaliate is cut off by the officials. Both men now are being dragged away from one another, Eddie Walker follows Adrien as he holds his head. ::JAMES WILLIS:: Folks, we’re about to close out the night but what I’m almost certain of is that when Seasons Beatings rolls around, these two will do anything to prevent the other from walking away from the match with anything! |
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Post by Adrien on Dec 1, 2021 0:00:51 GMT -5
And we are LIVE!!
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