FWA Friday Night ColdWars 11/3/2017

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FIRESTORM WRESTLING ALLIANCE

FRIDAY NIGHT COLDWARS

BUTYRKA PRISON

NOVEMBER 3, 2017





We open to a fully packed prison yard, well over fifteen thousand hardcore wrestling fans and over twenty thousand inmates and guards along with other prison employees. Butyrka prison is home to some of the most ruthless and devious criminals from the Soviet Union and around the world. Today not only will the residents of Butyrka prison be witnesses to the first ever ColdWar show from the newest hardcore wrestling company FireStorm Wrestling Alliance but so will the rest of the world as it is being shown live on national television. "The Soviet Monster" Duke Kosloff and his partner Levi Kosloff have spent millions of dollars on this company and this live event, hiring the best warriors from around the globe, extra security ( military mercenaries) and giving the right donations where they were needed along with paying the television stations to play the event for free and uninterrupted. The line up for Friday Night ColdWar show is completely going to blow the gates off this place. As we look around we can see the announcers taking there places next to the ring at the announcer's table, lead announcer Alexander Socrates a full-blooded Greek born and raised in Athens, Greece. Will be taking full control of tonight's announcing and match calling as his partner in crime rookie announcer and former amateur boxer Nikkoli Putzki joins him for this epic show.



The Sun is beating down on the prison as it's three pm and the show starts in less than an hour. Duke Kosloff can be seen standing next to the warden of the prison and FWA's head of security Leon Savage rightfully nicknamed "The Savage" as he is one of the most brutal men ever to enter the wrestling world. Now Leon Savage does the work of Duke Kosloff and the Soviet Connection as FWA's head of security. The three men seem to be going over the layout of the prison and any precautions needed for tonight's events as the prisoners are running free for tonight show. Levi Kosloff is discussing the matches and rules with senior referee Dameon Blake and referee Lucas Ashby. The world will be getting a glimpse of what's to come as FireStorm Wrestling Alliance will be featuring three original hardcore matches in tonight's event. Everyone starts to take their seats as the show is about to begin.



The sun is setting as the temperature has dropped a good thirteen degrees, the lights in the prison are now on spotlights are shining on the ring as "The Soviet Monster" Duke Kosloff is standing in the center of the new FWA original style ring holding a microphone. Duke Kosloff is wearing his FireStorm Wrestling Alliance jacket with a "FEEL THE BURN" t-shirt and blue jeans and black military boots. He looks to be in an excellent mood as tonight marks the birth of FWA and the next chapter of Duke Kosloffs career. Enter Sandman by Metallica blares over the pa system as Duke Kosloff prepares to speak.



Duke Kosloff - " Hello everyone, welcome to the first ever FWA's Friday Night ColdWar. Tonight we will introduce you all to the exciting realm of hardcore wrestling, for those of you who believe you know what hardcore wrestling is watch very closely because I can guarantee you don't know shit. This isn't your predetermined storyline WWE crap and this isn't that softcore ECW this is FWA and we are original. Speaking of original tonight you will get a preview of our original and unique matches as we will have three different ones on display tonight. But you will have to wait and watch to know what they are. Now let's get to business we will be crowning FWA's first ColdWar champion, we will be holding a tournament tonight as the entire FWA locker room will be participating. It will be a single elimination and they will fight for the right to call themselves CHAMPION. I have personally recruited and hired some of the greatest free agents, warriors and pure hardcore monsters from around the globe and tonight we will see just how bad they want to be called the best. I will give you all fair warning if you have a weak stomach "don't watch because tonight will be full of blood and violence. I personally don't care if they disfigure each other, or if they paralyze one another. The FWA is all about combat and brutality blood is a given when it comes to true hardcore wrestling."



The crowd is going wild cheering and some are screaming for FWA to get started, the inmates are having a blast getting to feel normal for a few hours.



Duke Kosloff - " I do have a major announcement you all know my run in the End of Days tournament in the XHF Network was cut short, well let's introduce the man responsible and FWA's newest member Hyperion."



Gently by Slipknot starts to play throughout the prison as everyone jumps to their feet in excitement and anticipation, the owner of FWA Duke Kosloff can be seen laughing hysterically as he lifts the microphone back up to his mouth.



Duke Kosloff - "Okay, okay shut that crap song off, do you think I would sign that wannabe God, come on I only hire true warriors. This looney tune couldn't even fight me without help, yeah am I sore that he beat me hell yeah but not because I lost but because of the way I lost I thought I was facing a wrestling God, a true warrior, and well a man. But instead, I was greeted by a coward a fake God. So you will not see Hyperion the Greek Goddess in an FWA ring anytime soon. Now let us get this show started hope everyone enjoys the violence and blood welcome once again to FireStorm Wrestling Alliance's Friday Night ColdWar. "



Duke Kosloff exits the ring as he heads \back to his private seat up inside the guard tower two hundred feet above the battlefield.



Alexander Socrates (L.A) - " Welcome to the very first episode of FWA's Friday Night ColdWar's I am your Lead announcer Alexander Socrates and sitting next to me is the rookie sensation, Nikkoli Putski."



Nikkoli Putski (R.A) - "Thanks, Alexander, happy to be here for the unveiling of FireStorm Wrestling Alliance and it's stapled show Friday Night ColdWar's. Tonight we will see some of the most barbaric and unhinged athletes, warriors and monster battle for the right to be crowned the first ever ColdWar's Champion, hell the first champion period here in the FWA."



Alexander Socrates (L.A) - " Yes that's right Lucas tonight will we not only crown the first champion, we will also have the first FWA ColdWar episode and we will be having three other first as we have three unique and original matches throughout the tournament."



Nikkoli Putski (R.A) - " If I remember right Dameon General Manager "The Godfather" Levi Kosloff, has stated that these three matches will put all thoughts of any other hardcore fed clear out of your mind. Can't wait to see what they are."



Alexander Socrates (L.A) - " Let me just add Levi Kosloff isn't just the General Manager, but co-owner and family to Duke Kosloff."



Alexander Socrates (L.A) - " The first match of the night and of the tournament is about to begin, let us go to our ring announcer Mika Vladimir."



The lights of the prison dim down, as Mika Vladimir enters the ring with a microphone. The cameras focus on the beautiful sensational Mika Vladimir as she begins to announce our first match.



Mika Vladimir - "Our next contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, coming from places unknown, she is here tonight as the only female participant in the Cold War tournament…...Lethe!!"



Snoop Dogg hits the speakers, as the opening chords to ‘What’s My Name’ starts playing. From behind the curtain, Lethe makes her appearance, smiling and waving to the all-male population of the prison. She receives cheers and whistles as she walks to the ring. She runs at the bottom of the ramp and slides into the ring. She gets up, and walks around the ring, waving and smiling.



Nikkoli Putski - "This next matchup is going to be tough to watch!"



Alexander Socrates - "Tough? It’s going to be great! Two stars battling it out! Lethe looks confident and ready to rock!"



Nikkoli Putski - "I don’t know what you are looking at, she looks like she's ready to cry!"



Mika Vladimir - "And introducing her opponent, from Houston, Texas….’The Doctor of Chaos’, Rob Wyatt!!"



'Rock Ministry’ starts to play, as men in druid suits come out holding torches. Wyatt appears from the back, standing tall over them. They walk to the crowd, receiving boos and slur from the crowd. At the bottom of the ramp, Wyatt jumps onto the apron, and climbs over the top rope, walking around with his arms outstretched, intimidating Lethe with his size.



Alexander Socrates - "Wyatt must have two feet on Lethe!"



Nikkoli Putski - "Just under, but yeah, if I was her I would be shaking in my boots. The guy is a monster! He’s almost as big as our owner!"



The referee separates them, gives them the rules and signals for the bell.



DING! DING!



Wyatt closes the gap on Lethe, who backs away, trying to size up the man. He is a giant in the ring, his 7’2” towering over her 5’6” frame. He goes for a grapple, but Lethe is quick and ducks under her. He spins around with a backhand, but again she ducks and hits him with a hard kick onto his leg...but it doesn't affect him. He laughs at her, as she looks at him in disbelief. She kicks him again, but her strike bounces off his thigh. She kicks once more, concentrating on her strike, but doesn't see the hard fist coming from Wyatt, who smashes her to the mat. A loud ‘oooh’ circulates the crowd.



Nikkoli Putski - "Wyatt almost taking Lethe’s head off with that hard right fist!"



Alexander Socrates - "He is not going to go easy on her it seems."



Wyatt lifts Lethe up from the mat, and raises her above his head, military pressing her as he walks around the ring. He presses her once more into the air, and steps away, letting her hit the mat with a hard thud.



Nikkoli Putski - "Lethe just hit the mat from probably eight feet in the air!"



Wyatt walks around the ring, as Lethe starts to climb to her hands and knees. He runs and kicks her hard in her side, driving her through the air and through the ropes, to the outside. Another loud reaction from the crowd, as Wyatt now walks around, roaring and flexing his muscles.



Alexander Socrates - "My lord, Wyatt just punted Lethe from the ring to the outside! She must be broken in half! "



The referee starts to count out Lethe, when Wyatt makes his way outside, to find her crawling to the steel steps, climbing back to a standing position. Wyatt hits her a couple of blows to her back, before grabbing her and tossing her back into the ring, over the top rope. Again, he roars at the crowd, getting pumped up. He jumps onto the apron, and climbs over the top rope, to where Lethe is on the mat, barely moving. Wyatt places a foot oh her chest, initiating the pin…



ONE…



TWO…



TH-Kickout at the last minute!



Alexander Socrates - "Lethe is barely surviving this match, and we’ve only begun!"



Nikkoli Putski "She’s a fighter, and tonight she's proving that!"



Angered, Wyatt runs off the ropes and comes back with a leg drop, almost cutting Lethe in half. He spins his legs around, and gets over Lethe’s face, shouting at her barely conscious face. Wyatt stands up, lifting her to her feet by her hair. He grabs her by the throat, and lifts her into the air, stalling her. She kicks and struggles as she is strangled, nearly eight feet into the air. Wyatt walks to the corner and slams her against the turnbuckles. He picks her up again and flips her so she is sitting on the top rope, facing the crowd. Wyatt signals to the crowd it is time to end it, drawing his thumb across his neck.



Nikkoli Putski - "Looks like Wyatt is thinking of finishing this fight once and for all."



Alexander Socrates - "I’ve heard of his finisher….’Correctional Therapy’....if he lands this, it might end Lethe’s career here and now!"



Nikkoli Putski - "A man that size, he doesn’t need to go any higher!"



Wyatt steps outside to the apron and starts to climb the turnbuckles. He stands on the top rope and pulls Lethe between his legs for his top rope piledriver. He lifts her into a vertical upside position, getting ready to jump...but Lethe locks her legs around his head, and hurricanrana’s him down to the mat! The whole ring shakes with the impact from the giant!



Nikkoli Putski - "Lethe just took down the big man! He’s down on the mat! "



Lethe gets to her feet, and whips off the ropes, coming back and hitting Wyatt and a front dropkick to his face. This only knocks him back for a moment, as he starts to get up fast. Lethe reacts, and jumps onto his back, trying to lock in a chokehold. Wyatt shakes and lashes out, trying to get Lethe from his back. He grabs her arms and pries them apart easily...but she slips one hand lose, and grabs him by his chin, pulling his head back. He lets go and focuses on this hand, but Lethe locks in her other hand now too! She is pulling Wyatt’s head up by the chin, angering him as he tries to get her loose. He bends all the way forward, then suddenly whips backward, to slam Lethe into the mat on his back….but Lethe released, and landed on her feet! Wyatt slams himself hard into the mat!



Alexander Socrates - "Lethe doing a wonderful job here of outmaneuvering the giant! "



Nikkoli Putski - "Well she needs to if he catches her he might kill her!"



Wyatt starts to get back up, as Lethe whips off the ropes. She runs for Wyatt, who is expecting the front dropkick, so he jumps and swings a clothesline, but this time Lethe slides through his legs. She springs up behind him, and dropkicks the back of his knee, bringing the giant down on it. She whips off the ropes again and comes back for another attack, but Wyatt rises fast and blows her backward with a huge big boot. She reverses direction from the impact!



Nikkoli Putski - "Lethe went from running forward to flying backward in a split second! "



Lethe tries to roll away, but Wyatt grabs her by the throat, lifts her from the mat all the way into the air, and slams her back down again for a chokeslam! Lethe lays motionless on the may, as Wyatt lays across her, his full weight used now to pin her down…



ONE…



TWO…



THR…...Lethe’s foot is on the bottom rope! Lethe has got her foot on the bottom rope!!



Alexander Socrates - "Wyatt must be ready to freak out! "



Nikkoli Putski - "I cannot believe the heart this woman has! She just won’t give up! "



Wyatt, now totally enraged, drags Lethe by her hair to the corner and starts to hard stomp down on her. He uses the top rope to leverage himself and starts to choke Lethe with his boot! The crowd boos him some more, but he doesn’t care. He drags her to her feet, and whips her across the ring to the opposite corner, slamming her into the buckles. She ricochets back out, right into a spear from Wyatt! But no, Lethe anticipated the move, rolling into a small package! She's got the pin on Wyatt! The crowd is chanting along with the ref…



ONE…



Wyatt is trying to break the hold!



TWO….



Lethe has her spare leg on the ropes for leverage, but the referee doesn’t see it!



THREE!! Lethe takes the win!!



Alexander Socrates - "Lethe has done it! She has beaten the giant!"



Nikkoli Putski - "She used the ropes to leverage herself, but she might not have managed the pin otherwise! I think she deserves this one!"



Lethe is in the ring celebrating when Wyatt gets up from behind her. He sticks his head between her legs and lifts her into an electric chair position. Suddenly, he spins her into a massive powerbomb! The ring shakes from the impact! The referee is shouting at Wyatt, trying to stop this onslaught, but Wyatt pushes the referee away, tumbling him onto the mat! Wyatt picks up Lethe once more, and clotheslines her over the top rope to the outside! The bell keeps ringing, as Wyatt refuses to stop. Two more referees run to the ring now, to stop him from following Lethe. Wyatt finally gives up and leaves the ring to go backstage. Medics rush to Lethe to check on her.



Nikkoli Putski - "Wyatt, the sore loser, has destroyed Lethe tonight."



Alexander Socrates - "She got the win, she did what was necessary….but now she's not even moving on the floor. She’s got another match to fight tonight, as she progresses onto round two!"



Nikkoli Putski - "Well let's hope those medics can get her back into fighting shape! Stay tuned folks, for our next match of the night, is soon to begin. We’ll be right back after this brief intermission while the EMT's do their job. "



After about twenty minutes the medical personnel and the officials have finally cleared the ring so FWA can proceed with the next match. AS the amazing Mika Vladimir stands in the center of the FWA ring.



Mika Vladimir - "Ladies and gentleman once again I'm here to introduce the participants in the second match of this championship tournament. Your first participant weighing in at a solid 201 pounds standing at 6'2" hailing all the way from Boston, Massachusetts in America. He is "The Reaper", "The Crimson Punisher" he is DYLAN BLACK. "



The prison lights go black and his theme begins. The crowd hears "METAAAAAAAAAAL" before a lone red spotlight shines upon the stage and red smoke appears as Black rises from the stage and strikes a pose with his arms outstretched and his back to the crowd like Finn Balor while the heavy metal bit of his entrance plays. When the vocals begin he turns around amidst heavy boos from the crowd and makes a finger gun, pointing it at the ring and pulling the trigger. He picks up Crimson, and walks down the ramp, occasionally flipping off fans before leaning Crimson against the ring and climbing up the steps and hopping onto the corner opposite his opponent. He makes a finger gun again and shoots his opponent before hopping down and handing his shirt and sunglasses to a ring attendee.



Mika Vladimir - "Your second participant in this tournament match weighing in at a compelling 203 pounds and standing at a staggering 6' even hailing from Bradley Stoke, Bristol, in the United Kingdom he is "AK47" AK ANDREWS. "



Timfy James' cover of Lethal Bizzle's "POW" hits and the house lights darken to a faint glow for the duration of the intro. A graphic slowly fades in across the screen:



As soon as the lyrics hit, the lights ramp up in intensity and begin to strobe in time with the music, flashing brighter with each "POW".



Pow, if you don't know about me

Pow, yeah I'm pow, yeah you know

Pow, if you don't know about me

Pow, yeah I'm pow



21 seconds in AK Andrews slinks through the curtain and on to the stage to a chorus of boos, he glares out at the fans over the top of his face mask and eggs them on, gesturing them to give him everything they have.



Well, well, well (serious)

You'll get a punch in the nose like blam

You'll get a big nose bleed like blam

You'll get a kick on the floor like blam



He walks the ramp, a cocky swagger in his step - all the way dogging the camera and talking trash - though, his mouth is obscured so you cannot see what he is saying; he might just be rapping along with his entrance theme for all we know.



Drag your face across the curb like blam

Now bring you in the road like blam

You'll get an elbow drop like

well, well, well (serious)



Just before heading to the steps he goes over to the guardrail to goad the fans at ringside. Getting almost close enough to touch he backs off from their outstretched hands, tapping his face mask and unzipping his hoodie to reveal his shirt, which reads;



CAREFUL - I BITE!!!!



He turns and jogs up the steps, slingshots himself over the top rope and then heads back to the turnbuckle nearest the steps, climbing up and removing his face mask and baring his teeth to the fans he just interacted with, giving them an over-exaggerated biting taunt. He tosses the mask and his hoodie to the floor at ringside before jumping down to face his opponent in the ring.



DING DING



The match begins and both wrestlers waste no time in getting right into the action! No lock up or sizing each other up, just a fury of blows from both competitors. Both men continue to deliver a hail of blows until they both stagger back from each other.



Alexander Socrates - "WOW! Right into the action with this match. Both men appear to have dazed each other as they stumble back into the ropes."



Both men collect themselves on the ropes for a short moment before running back to the center of the ring. They instantly begin exchanging blow after blow once again at almost the same accelerated pace from before. However, they cannot keep up the pace and their strikes begin to slow down but increase in power as they take turns delivering heavy punches to each other. Black is the first to go down as a punch connects squarely to his jaw, on his way down he is able to respond with a dropkick to the left knee of Andrews. Both men crash to the mat, Dylan on his back and Andrews on his face. Referee Lucas Ashby begins to count.



ONE!



TWO!



THREE!



FOUR!



Both men begin to stir and are up to a kneel and the referee calls off the count. As they gather themselves both men stare each other down. Black responds with a slap to the face of Andrews and howls out as his hand connects. Andrews is almost unphased and responds with a hard slap of his own to the face of Black. Both men tie up while kneeing and quickly make it to their feet. They’re standing in the center of the ring testing each other’s strength. Andrews is the first to falter and Black is able to push him all the way into the corner. Dylan positions his opponent into the corner and shushes the crowd. The crowd goes dead silent and he delivers a vicious chest chop that echoes through the arena. The crowd “Woooo”s in unison.



Nikkoli Putski - " WOOO!! The crowd loves a good chest chop huh? "



Alexander Socrates - "It’s a staple in one’s wrestling repertoire! Looks he’s going for another!"



AK Andrews counters the second chest chop with a drop toe hold that sends Dylan Black’s face directly into the top turnbuckle. Andrews positions himself behind the stunned Black and lands a beautiful German Suplex on Black. He goes for the cover!



One!



Two!



Black kicks out of the pin! Andrews takes a moment after the failed cover before slowly stepping back up to his feet. He grabs two handfuls of Black’s curly hair and attempts to bring him up off the ground. Dylan Black responds with a stern kick to the midsection of his opponent. The kick does not falter AKA’s grip one bit, however. Dylan responds with another swift kick this time to the knee of Andrews. Followed by another until Andrews finally releases Black’s hair. Black responds with a smooth transition into a headlock. He wrenches the head and neck of Andrews who tries his best to break out of the hold. Andrews is able to back into the ropes and propel Dylan forward, breaking the hold. Dylan rebounds off the opposite ropes and looks to deliver a clothesline to AK. AK ducks it and runs through the clothesline, both men now bounce off the ropes and deliver a crossbody to each other in the center of the ring. The force of their attack causes them both to bounce off of each other with a thud before crashing back to the mat.



Alexander Socrate - "For the second time tonight both of these men are down! "



Nikkoli Putski - "They may be down but are they out? Lucas looks like he’s ready to count."



ONE!



TWO!



THREE!



FOUR!



FIVE!



SIX!



Alexander Socrates - "They’re not stirring we may just see a draw here!"



SEVEN!



EIGHT!



NINE!



Just before the count of ten both men jump to their feet and go directly for each other just like at the beginning of the match. They’re giving it everything they’ve got looking to best the man standing across the ring from him. With an unexpected attack, Andrews delivers a headbutt directly to the nose of Black who looks to be stunned by the blow. Just as he looks to follow up on his assault Dylan Black delivers a devastating “Asian Mist” attack that blind Andrews. AKA is now wandering around the ring coughing and clutching his throat. This opening is what Black needed and he looks to set up his finisher “Way of the Reaper” by hoisting Andrews up on his shoulders for the inverted death valley driver.



Nikkoli Putski - "Oh this could be the end of Andrews in this tournament! "



Alexander Socrates - "I can’t look! He’s going to kill this man in front of us and all of these fans!"



Dylan Black marches around the ring with his opponent up on his shoulder before he lands the “Way of the Reaper!” AK Andrews appears to be out cold as Dylan goes straight for the pin.



ONE



TWO



THREE!



Nikkoli Putski - "That was an intense match these two men delivered an outstanding performance. "



Alexander Socrates - " I don't know how FWA will be able to top this past match, but I'm sure they will as this was only the second match tonight and we still have six more to watch. "



We can see some of the prisoners start arguing over whos going to win the next match, the guards start moving in to calm the situation before we have a full-blown riot. The crowd is loving all of the violence and passion that this show has put out so far, the thirty-five plus thousand in attendance have made this one of the biggest hardcore wrestling debuts of any company. We hear a few whistles and catcalls from the inmates as Mika Vladimir heads back to the ring.



The arena lights dim down, as the ring announcer Mika Vladimir makes her way into the ring, with a microphone in her hand.



Mika Vladimir - "ladies and gentlemen! The following contest has been scheduled for one-fall! The winner of this match moves forward in the tournament, the loser is eliminated! Introducing, our first contestant….from Kentucky, USA…..Jordan Rayburn!! "



‘Yume Tarareba’ By Dadaroma begins to play as the lights start pulsing blue and white. Jordan comes out from the back and makes a cut throat motion towards the ring before slapping his head.



Alexander Socrates - "Tonight we are going to see what this man is all about Nikkoli."


Nikkoli Putski - "Yes Alexander, all the contestants tonight have a lot to prove, with a title at the end of the journey for the winner!
"


Jordan walks down the rampway looking at the fans and walking around the ring. He starts to pull bamboo skewers out of his pocket and points toward the crowd, ‘stabbing’ at his heart with the spewers. He slowly lowers himself, closer and closer to the ground.



Nikkoli Putski - "Some pre-match dramatics here from Jordan Rayburn! "



Jordan climbs the stairs, and up the turnbuckle, flipping off the top. The crowd boo’s him, not impressed with his theatrics. He gets into the middle of the ring before doing a cut throat motion and spiking the bamboo skewers ‘into his heart’ once more. The referee approaches him and removes the weapons from his hand.



Alexander Socrates - " An interesting start to say the least…"



Mika Vladimir - " And his opponent….hailing from Missouri, USA…..”Scorpion” Steve Dackle! "



‘Freedom Fighter’ begins to play, as the lights go down. “Scorpion” appears, as a red spotlight follows his walk down to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope.



Alexander Socrates - "Our first look at Dackle here, looking bigger and a bit more intimidating than Rayburn."



Nikkoli Putski - "Intimidation is only half of the battle Alex."



Dackle does not salute the crowd or even acknowledge anyone. He goes to one of the far turnbuckles and casually leans against the ropes, staring down Rayburn. Only after the referee approaches him to prepare does he remove his jacket and glasses.



Nikkoli Putski - " Intimidating is one thing, but arrogance is another. Let hope he can back up his attitude."



Both men close the gap to the center of the ring, waiting to begin….



DING! DING!



And we’re off! As quick as the bell rings, Scorpion grabs Rayburn for a grapple, and overpowers him, snapping his arms back and breaking the hold. He repeats for another grapple, and again overpowers Rayburn, snapping the hold. He shoots Rayburn a cocky grin and paces around the ring on his side.



Nikkoli Putski - "Dackle sizing up his opponent here, not an unusual style, but with so much on the line, he should be careful.



Alexander Socrates - "Both men are here to set a trend and build their rep, Dackle does not want to start off with the fans jeering him."



Dackle prepares to grapple again, but Rayburn lands a kick on his knee, staggering him back. He tries again, but Rayburn is faster, kicking the knee once more. Rayburn tries to follow up with a heavier kick, but Scorpion jumps to avoid the swing and hits a heavy elbow into the skull of Rayburn. He closes it, grappling with Rayburn again, and Irish whips him into the ropes. Rayburn rebounds but is dropped with a heavy clothesline from Scorpion.



Alexander Socrates - "Dackle is using his power and height advantage here, trying to work over Rayburn."



Scorpion quickly drops to one knee and locks in a rear chokehold on Rayburn. Rayburn struggles to break the grip but is unable too from the position he is in. Using his flexibility, he swings boot out, and overhead kicks Scorpion off of him, rolling forward than to get onto his feet.



Nikkoli Putski - "Rayburn showing some true flexibility here!"



Rayburn runs at Dackle, dodging his clothesline attempt. He rebounds off the ropes and hits Dackle with a flying chop across the chest, dropping Dackle. Rayburn runs off the ropes again, as Scorpion is getting to his feet, and hits him with a front dropkick, sending him back to the floor. Rayburn springs off the ropes one more time and goes for the cross body press, but Scorpion manages to catch him in the air and drops him down for a one knee rib breaker.



Nikkoli Putski - "Nice reversal by Dackle, catching Rayburn in mid-air."



Dackle picks Rayburn up by his hair chops him heavily across the chest, the sound echoing around the prison walls. He chops him again a second time, and again once more. Rayburn grabs his chest, stinging now. Dackle whips him into the corner viciously and runs after him for the follow-up. Rayburn lifts a boot at the last moment, Scorpion running face first into it. Rayburn hoists himself onto the second rope, and as Dackle turns around to face him, he hits him with an overhead neck breaker.



Alexander Socrates - " Nice move by Jordan Rayburn! Leaping over Steve Dackle and snapping him down to the mat. "



Rayburn is up quickly, he springs off the second rope and lionsault's across the body of Dackle. He runs across to the opposite side to do the same again, but Dackle raises a knee in time, catching Rayburn in the ribs and he lands his flip.



Nikkoli Putski - "Quick thinking from Dackle there, floored but still in this."



Alexander Socrates - "Both men are putting on a performance here."



Dackle gets to his feet, but Rayburn spins a heel kick, connecting with his head and stumbling him into the corner turnbuckle. Rayburn runs and hits him with a flying knee, and bounces back to the center of the ring. Dackle staggers out from the turnbuckle, right into the path of a flying kick!



Nikkoli Putski - "That is some Enter the Dragon action right there! "



Alexander Socrates - "Dackle was just hit with a flurry of blows, he needs to recover!"



Rayburn quickly climbs on top, and goes for the pin…



ONE….



TWO…..



Kickout by Scorpion. Rayburn gets to his feet, and tries to lock in a sleeper hold on Scorpion, but receives a finger into the eye for his efforts!



Nikkoli Putski - "A dirty move there by Scorpion!"



Alexander Socrates - "The referee is allowing it, it may have been accidental!"



Rayburn staggers backward, blinded, as Dackle gets to his feet. Rayburn tries to attack, but cannot see properly, and wildly misses hitting a clothesline. Dackle counters with a low kick to Rayburn and drops him with a DDT. He takes this time to catch his breath.



Alexander Socrates - "Scorpion has been taking a beating in this matchup."


Nikkoli Putski - "He is giving as good as he is getting. We are evenly matched so far!"



Dackle gets to his feet, as Rayburn does the same. Dackle locks in a grapple and pulls Rayburn into a headlock. Rayburn breaks and pushes Dackle off the ropes. Dackle returns with a hard shoulder, dropping Rayburn. He whips off the ropes, but Rayburn is laying down- Dackle jumps over him. Dackle rebounds off the opposite ropes, but Rayburn is up. He jumps into the air to do the splits as Dackle runs beneath….but Dackle is quicker! He catches him for a diving powerbomb!



Nikkoli Putski - "Wow, nice reversal there from Scorpion!"



Scorpion climbs to the top rope, and quickly flexes to the crowd- it doesn’t go down well in the all-male populated prison. He dives for a massive leg drop….and lands it!



Alexander Socrates - "Big leg drop therefrom Scorpion!"



Nikkoli Putski - "That must have wiped Jordan out!"



Scorpion quickly goes for the cover…



ONE!



TWO!



TH-



Rayburn kicks out a split second before the three count!



Nikkoli Putski - "How the hell…."



Disbelieving, Scorpion gets up from the mat and starts to argue with the referee. He is furious. He turns back to Rayburn, who is now rolling over to his side. He lashes into his back with heavy kicks, landing them right at the kidneys. He lifts Rayburn up, and once more whips him into the ropes. He tries to clothesline Rayburn, but it is ducked. Rayburn springboards off the ropes, no handed. He bounces back to his feet, and delivers a flying moonsault! He knocks Dackle down to the mat!



Alexander Socrates - "The Fantastic performance from Jordan here.



Nikkoli Putski - "Both men are giving it their all!"



Rayburn drags Dackle over to the corner and picks him up. Dackle is on his feet, barely standing. Rayburn climbs the turnbuckle, he's on the second tier…



Alexander Socrates - " Looks like Rayburn is going for something big here!"



Nikkoli Putski - "Scorpion is looking very unsteady, Rayburn could pull something out of the bag here, and get himself the win."



Jordan punches Scorpion onto his head, keeping him controlled. He looks around at the crowd and signals to them, for a big move. Before he can do anything, Scorpion smacks his hands away. He puts one foot on the bottom turnbuckle, and springs away, pulling Rayburn with him into a massive diamond cutter!



Alexander Socrates - "Oh my God! A diamond cutter from the top rope!"



Nikkoli Putski - "A huge move there by Scorpion. According to his profile, that is called the ‘Chevron’!"



Alexander Socrates - "Both men are down on the mat! That has taken a lot out of both of them!"



Dackle crawls to the ropes, using them to help him climb to his feet. Behind him, Rayburn is also rising, slowly. Dackle is first up, and can’t believe that Rayburn is up almost as quickly. He runs at him and attacks with a leaping big boot. Rayburn ducks it and spins around to kick Dackle to the mid-section. He whips off the ropes, and comes back at him with a flying-kick...but Dackle counters, catching the leg and dragging Rayburn down. The two struggle, but Dackle locks in a submission, an ankle lock!



Nikkoli Putski - "That's the Tribute!"



Alexander Socrates - "Rayburn is locked in, he can't break free!"



Rayburn claws at the mat, trying to reach the ropes, but is too far. He drags and pulls them both closer still, but Dackle locks in harder, pressing his knee into the leg of Rayburn. The pressure of the hold is too much as Rayburn screams out in agony…...and he taps! Rayburn taps out!!



Nikkoli Putski - "He’s done it, Steve Dackle has beaten Jordan Rayburn!"



Alexander Socrates - "Scorpion will advance to the next round!"



Dackle slides out of the ring, greeted by boos from the crowd. He walks up the ramp, his arms raised, as his music blasts through the prison.



Alexander Socrates - " Yet another unbelievable matchup this tournament will go down in history as one of the most brutal spectacles ever. "



Nikkoli Putski - " Yeah, and this next matchup is what I believe should have been the championship match, Alex. "



Alexander Socrates - " I completely agree, Nikkoli, this next match put's the old saying of Good vs Evil to the test as Jackson Grace goes up against a born killer in Ozymandias, can't wait for this matchup. "



Nikkoli Putski - "Well Alex, you don't have to wait any longer here we go. "



Mika Vladimir is once again standing in the ring about to announce the next match it will be the final matchup in round one of the ColdWar championship tournament.



Mika Vladimir - "Ladies and Gentleman this next match is scheduled for one fall you will be witnessing two of the most feared men in this industry face off for a chance to advance to become the first ever ColdWars Champion. The first opponent comes all the way from London, England weighing in at 225 pounds standing at a mere 6' even he is "The Vigilante" JACKSON GRACE. "



"Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down echoes around the prison as fans sing along to this well-known track. Jackson hops onto the stage, bouncing around having a good time. He gets the fans going, singing along, cheering before slowly bouncing his way down to the ring in an almost Zayn-esque fashion. Sliding under the bottom rope, he pops back up, hitting the opposite ropes and going back and forth a few times.



Mika Vladimir - "Now, for Jackson Graces opponent hailing from an unknown origin and weighing in at a staggering 288 pounds standing at 6'6". he is “The Absolutist”, “The Oligarch”, “The Oppressor”, “The Disciplinarian” he is OZYMANDIAS."



A loud static noise emits from the speakers, as the screen switches to the same- black and white noise fizzes on the screens. Heavy music begins to play from the speakers, and the arena lights shut down to near darkness. The screen plays a video of a black and white clip of a war-torn city, smoke rising from ashes, fires flickering in monochrome. The music intensifies, as the clip continues. the song can be identified as ‘The Negative One’ by Slipknot.



With some reaction from the crowd, Ozymandias is spotted, making his way to the ring through the audience. He pushes fans aside as he marches his way to the ring, and easily hops the barrier fence. Slowly, he climbs onto the apron and into the ring, pacing around the mat staring into the crowd and at his opponent across the ring.



Alexander Socrates - "The bell has rung but both of these competitors are staring each other down. The crowd is anxious to see these two go at it.
"


Nikkoli Putski - "Yes they are, and so am I! These are two wrestlers that we have heard a lot about and we finally see them toe to toe in an FWA ring.
"


Alexander Socrates - "While they may be slated for a “normal” match there is a very special no DQ rule here in FWA that will allow both of these men to use whatever means necessary to win!
"


As the announcers said both competitors are staring each other down in the very center of the ring and although it is only a difference of 6 inches Ozymandias seems to tower over Grace. Grace seems unaffected by the size difference as he is the first one to strike. He delivers a quick right strike to the face of the unexpecting Ozymandias and quickly follows it up with a left. The crowd cheers out as both strikes land. Just as Grace goes for another right strike Ozy has wrapped him up in his hulking arms. With surprising speed and grace, (no pun intended) Ozymandias delivers a powerful belly to belly suplex on his opponent in the very center of the ring. He quickly goes for the cover! Senior ref Dameon Blake slides in for the count.



Alexander Socrates - "First pin of the match!
"


Dameon Blake: ONE!



Nikkoli Putski - "Not enough!
"


Jackson Grace was down but not out and kicks out at one. Ozymandias uses his imposing figure to hold down his opponent after the kick out and goes for a headlock. Ozymandias is now on a knee with his large left arm under the chin of his downed opponent. He wrenches the head and neck of Jackson as the crowd begins to boo him. Jackson is still fresh and is able to quickly bring himself to a knee as well. Despite his fighting, Ozy is unable to keep his opponent down as Jackson Grace makes it up to his feet again. Keeping the upper hand Ozymandias kicks a leg out from under his opponent who drops back to a knee once again. Dameon keeps asking Grace if he can continue. Grace responds before taking a page out of his opponent’s playbook. Grace was able to get to one of his opponent’s legs and sweep it with his right foot. Ozymandias lands flat on his back near the ropes and Jackson goes for the cover!



Dameon Blake: ONE!



Alexander Socrates - "Another failed attempt!
"


Ozymandias throws his opponent off of himself quickly breaking up the pin at just a one count. Jackson lands on his back with a soft thud in the center of the ring. Ozy is now to his feet again and is leaning into the ropes. He rockets off the ropes and hops over the downed Grace. He then uses his momentum to throw himself from the opposite ropes and looks to deliver a jumping knee drop. At the last moment, Grace is able to roll out of the way and there is no water in the pool for the knee drop. Grace uses his momentum from jumping up and is now bouncing off the ropes towards his opponent. Ozymandias is able to recover from his failed attack just in time to receive a running knee strike from Grace directly to his face. He goes down and Jackson quickly covers.



Dameon Blake: ONE!



Dameon Blake: TWO!



Nikkoli Putski - "It almost looked like that knee was going to be enough!
"


Alexander Socrates - "It’s going to take a lot more than that to put away a big boy like that!
"


Ozymandias kicks out at two but is still slightly dazed from the knee to his head. Grace begins to work the strong upper body of his opponent by delivering stomp after stomp to his chest and abdomen. Ozymandias appears to be reeling on the ground as Jackson Grace has now climbed up on the second rope. He panders to the crowd, taunting his opponent from above. The crowd is loving him.



Nikkoli Putski - "OH! We just might see his signature 2nd rope elbow drop right here!
"


Grace leaps off the second rope with perfect form, looking to deliver a delicious elbow straight into the chest of his opposition. He maybe spent a little too much time on form and not on delivery itself as Ozymandias is able to get a leg up and deliver a boot square on the jaw of Grace. Grace lands on his feet but is very wobbly. The crowd audibly shares their rejection of Ozy taking control once again. Ozy is back on his feet again and setting up a T-bone suplex on Grace. He takes a moment to taunt the crowd whose boos grow louder just before another smoothly delivered suplex lands Grace near the ropes. Ozy somehow manages to bridge the suplex into a pin and Dameon Blake goes for the count.



Alexander Socrates - "The pin a little close to the ropes there.
"


Nikkoli Putski - "That’s the beauty of no DQs pins can happen anywhere in the ring!
"


Before the ref can count to one the struggling of Grace is able to cause Ozymandias to lose his balance on the bridge and the pin is broken up. After the pin is broken Ozymandias rolls out of the ring and onto the arena floor. He lifts the ring apron up and begins looking under the ring for a foreign object. Grace is still recovering near the ropes. Ozymandias drags a large folding table out from under the ring and a mixed reaction comes from the crowd.



Alexander Socrates - "Our fans are starving for some hardcore action but at the same time, they really seem to hate Ozymandias.
"


Nikkoli Putski - "The beauty of professional wrestling is that some people bring a reputation with them from company to company and it appears that Grace is a well-liked individual.
"


Alexander Socrates - "What about Ozymandias a man with no apparent history before appearing here in FWA?
"


Nikkoli Putski - "Well he just seems to have an aura about him.
"


Ozymandias has now pulled a steel folding chair out from under the ring he holds it up high with one hand and taunts the crowd once more. He turns his back to the ring in doing so. This will prove to be a mistake as Jackson is now to his feet again. Just as Ozy turns back to the ring Grace has already thrown himself into the air over the top rope. Jackson delivers a crossbody off of the plancha that brings them both crashing down on top of the table on the floor. Jackson hops up to his feet again and the crowd cheers! Ozy has rolled off the table and is clutching his stomach.



Alexander Socrates: It seems that no matter how many times you knock him down he stands right back up!



Nikkoli Putski: Both of these men really do not want to be eliminated from this tournament! They have a lot of fight in them.



Grace was able to pick up the wooden table from the arena floor and slide it under the ropes. He follows suit and attempts to set up the table in the center of the ring. While his guard was down Ozymandias was able to slide back into the ring holding the steel folding chair from before. He swings the chair in an attempt to hit his opponent but Grace is able to counter with a kick to the chair. The kicked chair then rebounds directly into the face of Ozymandias who is now staggered from the blow. As he gathers himself Grace is able to finish setting up the table, although it is a little close to the back left corner opposed to the center of the ring. Ozymandias has yet to recover from the chair shot and is still staggering near the table while holding the chair.



Nikkoli Putski: "What do you think Grace has in mind with that oddly placed table?
"


Alexander Socrates: "Looks like we’re about to find out as Grace has just delivered a dropkick to the back of Ozymandias.
"


The chair hits the top of the table first as Ozy attempts to catch himself. This only results in him hitting his head on the chair once more and him with his upper body lying on both the chair and table, but he is still standing on his own two feet. Grace navigates around the table and to the back left corner closest to the folding table. He climbs to the second rope and appeals to the crowd again who increase their cheers. He then climbs to the top rope and taunts Ozy this time. The crowd increases their volume even more!



Alexander Socrates - "He appears to be setting up for his finisher the “Coup de Grace” even though Ozymandias is in an odd position to receive it.
"


Nikkoli Putski - "Anything goes here in FWA!
"


With all his taunting Jackson Grace did not recognize Ozymandias stirring on the table. Ozymandias is able to grab the chair and vault over the table closer to his opponent on the top turnbuckle. He tries to deliver a chair shot again but just like the last one, it is countered with a stiff kick from Grace. The chair hits Ozymandias in the face for a third time tonight, causing him to spin around and drop the chair. With his opponent’s back to him for a second time tonight he takes advantage once again and leaps from the top rope delivering “Justice Rains.” The trademark move connects and he splinters his opponent through the table before them with a finely delivered Fameasser. The crowd is going wild as Grace slowly rolls his opponent over for the cover.



Dameon Blake: ONE!



Dameon Blake: TWO!



Dameon Blake: THREE!



The ring announcer Mika Vladimir stands by the ring bell as she announces the winner of the match.



Mika Vladimir - " Ladies and gentlemen your winner and final member advancing to round two of the ColdWars championship tournament "The Vigilante" JACKSON GRAAAAACCCCCE!!!!! "



Alexander Socrates - " WOW, that was simply amazing, Ozymandias and Jackson Grace just put on a hardcore clinic. This match was beyond main event status. "



Nikkoli Putski - " Main event hell that was PPV Main Event. These two guys just showed why FWA is the greatest hardcore federation today."



Alexander Socrates - " Nikkoli, your absolutely right. These guys show you why Duke and Levi Kosloff are as successful as they are they know what they are doing and by hiring these two just prove it."



The first round of this historic tournament for the first ever ColdWar Champion on the first ever Friday Night ColdWars has been nothing more than epic. As the crowd is going crazy with all of the action and the upsets that have happened FWA still hasn't given this crowd everything they have. As the wrestlers prepare for the second round of the tournament we see General Manager and co-owner of FWA Levi Kosloff sitting in a cell on the far end of the death row wing with four extremely large and well dressed Russian men. They all seem to be listening to Levi Kosloff as if he was the president or better yet The Godfather.



Levi Kosloff - " I want you to bring me Ozymandias, we need to discuss business. Make sure he doesn't leave the building and you guys try to not get your selves hurt. This man isn't your typical wrestler this man is a certified killer and soon my personal employee. "



Levi Kosloff - " Oh Ivan, remember to let him know that it's in his best interest to come see me and don't take no for an answer. "



The crowd is going wild as the next match is being announced. Mika Vladimir enters the ring once again to do her job and let this crowd know who's next.



Mika Vladimir - " Ladies and gentleman our next match is a non-tournament match up, this match will be held under FWA's original Lights out Deathmatch rules, There are 4 light tube structures that provide the only light source in the match. All other lights in the prison are out. This will be, for the number one contender ship for the Friday Night ColdWars championship and will receive their title shot at our next show. Introducing first weighing in at a slim 150 pounds standing at a meager 5' and coming al the way from Wales in the United Kingdom. He is "The Rebel", "The Outcast", "The Misfit", "Skater boy" he is PUNK. "



The loudspeakers start playing "Pop Punk Mashup" By Dave Days, as Punk rides a skateboard down the aisle high-fiving fans as many as possible next leaping off the board onto the apron and flinging himself with a front handspring followed up with three front handsprings and a springboard leapfrog Sami Zayne style or a corner backflip Daniel Bryan style.



Mika Vladimir - " Now to introduce his opponent weighing in at a horrifying 189 pounds and standing at 6' even stalking the FWA from “Devil’s Lake” Flint, Michigan he is "The Nightmare" CHARLEY CARR!!!!!!!!! "



The eerie sounds of a muffled child laughing and rusted chains clinging blares throughout the arena, which has now gone black. The shrieking begins as the arena starts to illuminate with a hint of red strobe lights at the entrance ramp, highlighting a silhouette. Charley Carr takes haunting strides towards the ring, carrying his trusty ax, “Michelle”, motioning to fans in attendance with her placed firmly against his throat. Charley slides into the ring and climbs to the turnbuckle to the right, taking off his mask and jacket, as he prepares for his opponent, descending the ropes...



The referee Lucas Ashby calls for both men to the center of the ring as he informs them of the simple rules. Each man nod in compliance as Lucas Ashby waves for the lights to be shut off. As the lights go out and the light tube structures start to flicker the prison can hear Rock Ministry playing. The light tubes are in full effect now and we can see the Monster Rob Wyatt standing in the ring with Punk laying lifeless in the middle of the ring as "The Doctor of Chaos" Rob Wyatt is holding "The Nightmare" Charley Carr the position to deliver his devastating finisher Acts of Violence(Brainbuster onto exposed top turnbuckle).



Nikkoli Putski - "Wyatt just destroyed this number one contender's match, he has leveled both men in this match, I know he's pissed that he lost earlier to Lethe but come on."



Alexander Socrates - "It looks like he is making a statement to the FWA and to the world along with whoever becomes the ColdWars champion later tonight. Rob Wyatt is here to take what he wants and well he wants that belt."



Nikkoli Putski - " If that's what he wants he has made it perfectly clear, but it leaves the question who will be facing the champion on November 17, 2017, at the second Friday Night ColdWars wear the newly crowned ColdWars Champion will make their first title defense."

Nikkoli Putski - " Hopefully someone will answer that question before the end of the night. "



Alexander Socrates - " Well, I have just been informed by management that we will be going to our lead reporter Gill Snider for a behind, the scene report. "



We see a small clean cut professional man standing in the cold hollowed halls of the Butyrka Prison as he prepares for his debut report in FWA.



Gill Snider - “Ladies and Gentlemen, viewers here in Moscow, and those at home. My name is Gill Snider, and oh my...Friday Night ColdWar is kicking off!, We have seen some amazing matches so far tonight, showcasing the very best talent in the wrestling world right now. These men and women are here in Russia to show the world what it means to be hardcore! It’s not Cold when the FireStorm is blazing! Come, let me show you the lengths we go to when we up the ante, and present to you the most bad-ass federation ever!”



Gill is backstage in the Butyrka prison, walking through the tight hallways of the dull-colored prison, leading himself and the cameraman on an adventure through the terrifying building. Exposed bricks and chipped paint decorate the walls, with armed enforcers at either end of the passageways. Gill leads us through the back area, which looks to be right by the cells. He waves to the cameraman to come up to the doorway, and he points the camera lens through a window on the metal door; the room behind it is the general population much-hall, where the prisoners can roam freely from their cells...under the strict supervision of course.



Gill Snider - “These men are criminals, convicts, trouble-makers, but more importantly….they are wrestling fans! And what better company than the FWA to come show them some real, extreme action! Right on their doorstep!”



Gill leads the cameraman down another hallway, and into what looks to be a large office, now segregated by partitioned walls and hanging curtains.



Gill Snider - “Here is where the magic happens, our prep-room. From makeup to scripting, this is where I can create my questionnaires for interviews, and focus on the real, hard-hitting facts of what each star is looking to achieve here. And- oh, look who it is!”



The camera turns to point at a beautiful blonde lady, making her way over to them. She looks a million miles apart from the grimy and aged building surrounding her. Mika Vladimir, ring announcer for the FWA.



Gill Snider - “Mika! Mika, Mika, Mika. How are you beautiful?”



Mika Vladimir - “Hello Gill….what are you doing back here?”



Gill Snider - “Just giving the fans the tour! You have been great tonight, how are you feeling?”



Mika Vladimir - “I’d be feeling much better if you two weren’t grilling me, pointing cameras into my face!”



Gill Snider - “Yes, well just doing our job...hey, shouldn’t you be escorted around, not walking about this place by yourself? It is too dangerous for-”



Mika Vladimir - “I got it.”



Gill Snider - “No, you don’t understand, this place-”



Mika Vladimir - “I got it, Gill! More importantly, I got him....”



Gill turns around to a giant hulking man, his face concealed by a red leather mask.



Gill Snider - “Ah, Leon Savage. Folks at home, Leon just signed up as FWA’s Head of Security….Leon, have any words for the fans at home?”



The man in the mask just snarls, keeping his words to himself!!!!!



Gill Snider - “Er, right then….guess we’ll be off. Who’s up next to be interviewed?”



The cameraman struggles to hold the camera while trying to produce a clipboard to hand to Gill. Gill takes it and flicks through the pages…..



Gill Snider - “OK…..got him…...don’t need him yet…..she’s later…..ah, OK next up is ‘Ozymandias’....I hope I said that right. Alright, let’s go find this guy.”



Mika Vladimir - “Uh, if you are going to see him, I suggest you bring Leon with you.”



Gill Snider - “Leon? Why? We can handle ourselves, can’t we Vik?”



Gill winks to the cameraman, still unseen off-screen. He nods the camera to signal he agrees.



Mika Vladimir - “I don’t think you know this guy. Besides, you two couldn’t protect yourselves from a bee. Leon….please go with them. I’ll be here when you’re done.”



Leon gives Mika a nod, and walks to the doorway of the room, signaling for the two men to follow him. The two bumbling idiots follow suit and walk behind Leon down the hallway. Gill scans over his questionnaire as they walk…



Gill Snider - “....what brings you here, blah blah blah…..do you have your sights set, etcetera….why wear the mask, yadda, yadda…..”



The camera bobs as it follows Gill along, who is behind Leon Savage. Gill turns another page, finding a picture of Ozymandias. He looks over his shoulder, and shows the image on the screen….it seems to be a still image from a CCTV, showing Ozymandias at the check-in desk from yesterday.



Gill Snider - “Looks like a big dude….ah, here we are.”



Leon stops outside of a room down the hallway- a police officer stands in front of the door, his hands crossed at his belt, a machine gun in his hand. The sign on the door behind him reads ‘Ozymandias’.



Gill Snider - “We are here to interview one Mr. Ozymandias….uh, is this his room?”



The officer just looks at Gill and tells him to move along in Russian.



Gill Snider - “Now now, see I need to meet with him and get his opinions and predictions about his matches tonight. It’s part of my job here…”



The officer ignores Gill and looks away.



Gill Snider - “Look, we have rented this whole place for the night, so you can’t stop us from seeing our man!”



The officer looks back to Gill, a look of disdain on his face. As the officer slams the door and tells them to go away in Russian. Gill and the other two head back down the hallway.



Duke Kosloff has put together an amazing show and one of the most devastating hardcore companies around. Now the FWA is ready to start round two of the ColdWar's championship tournament and will be introducing three of their original and unique hardcore matches. Mika Vladimir climbs into the ring holding a microphone yet again as she prepares to announce our next match.



Mika Vladimir - " Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the first match of round two in this championship tournament. Our first participant barely made it out of round one alive. She has proved she can go with the best but can she overcome the beating she took in round one to survive another match? She is the girl with no history she is from the unknown she is LETHE!!!!!!!! "



Snoop Dogg - Who Am I (What's My Name)? Starts blaring throughout the prison, as Lethe comes slowly walking out to the ring, You can tell she is battered and bruised as she can barely move. It seems with every movement, every step it takes every ounce of energy she has. She finally makes it into the ring but not before a couple inmates attempt to grab her ass, but she just doesn't have the ability to stop them. She leans against one of the ring posts, slowly sliding down to the matt and just waits for her opponent.



Mika Vladimir - " Her opponent and the second participant in this semi-round match he is the man who needs no introduction he is "The Crimson Punisher" he is DYLAN BLACK!!!!!"



The prison lights go black and his theme begins. The crowd hears "METAAAAAAAAAAL" before a lone red spotlight shines upon the stage and red smoke appears as Black rises from the stage and strikes a pose with his arms outstretched and his back to the crowd like Finn Balor while the heavy metal bit of his entrance plays. When the vocals begin he turns around amidst heavy boos from the crowd and makes a finger gun, pointing it at the ring and pulling the trigger. He picks up Crimson, and walks down the ramp, occasionally flipping off fans before leaning Crimson against the ring and climbing up the steps and hopping onto the corner opposite his opponent. He makes a finger gun again and shoots his opponent before hopping down and handing his shirt and sunglasses to a ring attendee.



Alexander Socrates - " Dylan Black, had a tough but decisive victory in round one showing the locker room he isn't someone to take lightly."



Nikkoli Putski - "Yeah but is this really fair for one he's facing a female, who was savagely beaten after her match by a 7'2" MONSTER. She can barely move, this isn't right. "



Alexander Socrates - " This isn't a business for the weak Lethe knew what she was getting into when she signed her contract. Now we will see exactly what she is made of. "



Nikkoli Putski - " Yeah, but come on even the strong have their limits and Dylan Black could kill her in this state, she just isn't able to compete."



Nikkoli Putski - " What's this Dylan Black is telling the ring announcer Mika Vladimir to hand him a microphone, what the hell does he have to say."



The ring announcer Mika Vladimir hands "The Crimson Punisher" Dylan Black a microphone before heading back to her seat. Dylan Black walks around the ring for a few moments as he lifts up the microphone and begins to speak.



Dylan Black - " Listen up and listen good, I am done in this tournament, I refuse to fight this little girl she can't even stand. Yeah, she is a guaranteed victory for me. But I have done what I came to do and that's show FWA and the world what I can do. It's simple they can shove the ColdWar championship up their A** I'm here to be a champion but the belt I will take is the FireStorm Heavyweight Championship!!!!!! "



The fans start screaming obscenities at Dylan Black as he drop's the microphone and jumps out of the ring. Dylan flips the crowd off and struts through the security as he heads back to his dressing room.



Dameon Blake senior referee motions for the bell to start the match and begins to count.



ONE



TWO



THREE



FOUR



FIVE



SIX



SEVEN



EIGHT



NINE



TEN



DING DING



Dameon Blake motions for the bell as he walks over to Lethe who is still sitting on the ring posts and helps her up raising her hand in victory. Dameon and three other FWA personnel help Lethe out of the ring and back to her dressing room.



Alexander Socrates - "Now what the hell was that, Dylan Black just forfeited his chance at the championship."



Nikkoli Putski - " Alex, Black had a guaranteed win, maybe he doesn't want to face anyone from the other semi match. "



Alexander Socrates - " I don't know about that but it's a lucky thing for Lethe she not only advances into the finals but doesn't get destroyed by Black and she gets time to rest."



Alexander Socrates - " We will have the next semi match right after this short intermission Nikkoli are you ready to see who will face Lethe for the ColdWars championship?"



Nikkoli Putski - " Yes I am been waiting for weeks now."



We see Dylan Black walk into a room closing the door marked Butyrka Prison Warden behind him. Levi Kosloff is seen sitting behind the desk of the warden with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. There are a couple unknown men sitting on a couch over near the window of the room. Levi Kosloff motions for Dylan Black to have a seat as he begins to speak.



Levi Kosloff - "Mr. Black, I'm glad you have decided to take me up on my offer, here is your payment in full. Now you remember the terms of our little agreement, don't you? Let me remind you of where you are and what I can do, you are in Moscow, Russia and just look around you this is what I can do! Do I need to say more? Now get out of my office, oh one more thing my cousin Duke wants to speak with you and don't keep him waiting he's not nearly as nice as myself."



Dylan stands up holding the envelope he doesn't dare to disrespect "The Godfather" Levi Kosloff by counting it in front of him.As he walks out of the room he places the envelope into his side pocket of his leather jacket stopping just outside the door to calm his nerves as he hears Levi Kosloff telling his goons to keep an eye out on Dylan Black and Steve Dackle. Dylan composes himself and heads toward Duke Kosloffs office to find out what he want's.



The lights dim throughout the prison as Mika Vladimir prepares to once again announce the participants in the next match.



Mika Vladimir - " Ladies and gentlemen this next match is the final semi match of the tournament. The winner of this match will go on to face Lethe for the ColdWar's championship immediately following this match. Your first participant coming off of an impressive win against Jordan Rayburn, he is "The Scorpion" STEVE DACKLE!!!!"



Freedom fighter begins and the lights go down. A red spotlight follows him to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope. Dackle does not salute the crowd or even acknowledge anyone. He goes to one of the far turnbuckles and waits for his opponent. As he waits for his opponent to get in the ring, he removes his jacket and glasses.



Mika Vladimir - " And his opponent coming off of probably the biggest win of the night he is "The Vigilante" JACKSON GRACE!!!!"



"Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down echoes around the arena as fans sing along to this well-known track. Jackson hops onto the stage, bouncing around having a good time. He gets the fans going, singing along, cheering before slowly bouncing his way down to the ring in an almost Zayn-esque fashion. Sliding under the bottom rope, he pops back up, hitting the opposite ropes and going back and forth a few times.



Lucas Ashby rookie referee lets both men know this match will be for a spot in the finals and rings the bell starting the match. Jackson Grace doesn't wast any time as he runs towards Dackle connecting with a high knee square to Steve Dackle's jaw. Dackle's head rocks back snapping almost clean of his shoulders. Jackson Grace is quick to follow up with a European uppercut, Dackle falls back onto the mat as he's being rocked by the sudden onslaught of offense by Jackson Grace.



Alexander Socrates - "Grace, isn't showing any mercy to Steve Dackle."



Nikkoli Putski - "Alex, of course, he's not this is for the championship."



Alexander Socrates - " Not yet Nikkoli they still have to face Lethe. "



Nikkoli Putski - " Like I said Alex, this is for the championship! Lethe is just a technicality at this point."



Dackle has made it back to his feet as Jackson Grace has slowed his offense for a minute. Grace heads towards Dackle, Dackle hits Grace with a belly to belly suplex. Both men are laying on the mat trying to catch their breath. Dackle is up on one knee looking over at Grace who's more shocked than hurt by the move. Jackson Grace seems to be getting back to his feet as Dackle attempts to deliver a snapmare unsuccessfully.



Nikkoli Putski - " This match is wearing me out, how can these two men be going at this pace after the grueling matches they had earlier tonight."



Alexander Socrates - "The Scorpion has fought his whole life and tonight is no different for him, Steve Dackle and Jackson Grace are showing the world why Duke Kosloff and FWA recruited them to wrestle here."



Nikkoli Putski - " Alex, your absolutely right Grace defeated Ozymandias who many assumed would be the ColdWars champion at the end of the night."



Alexander Socrates - "Yeah, I believe the bookies where giving Ozymandias ten to one hands-on favorite to win tonight, feel sorry for those who bet against Jackson Grace."



Grace has made it to the far side of the ring as Dackle is getting frustrated and slapping the mat with both hands. Dackle is now standing on the apron yelling at the referee Lucas Ashby about something.



Alexander Socrates - " Damn, out of nowhere Jackson Grace just nailed Steve Dackle with an amazing superman punch. "



Dackle is laying on the mat looks like he's out cold, Jackson Grace is going for a pin. Referee Lucas Ashby slides down next to them and begins the three count.



ONE



TWO



Kick out that was close but not close enough Dackle is too tough to be beaten by just one superman punch. Grace stands up takes a breath as Dackle tries to recuperate as he lays on the mat. Grace is now standing in front of Dackle, Grace just did a standing moonsault onto Dackle. Jackson Grace isn't letting up. Grace stands back up as Dackle lays there in pain Grace hits a standing star press. Jackson Grace goes for the cover as referee Lucas Ashby goes for the three count.



ONE



TWO



THR.....



The arena goes dark red and gold lights start to flash as the arena fills with smoke. A monster slowly appears walking down the ramp as pyros shoot flames into the air you can hear Enter Sandman by Metallica playing. He methodically enters the ring stepping over the top rope and stands there as Jackson Grace and Lucas Ashby stare at him wondering whats going on. Duke Kosloff is holding a microphone, he stares down at Steve Dackle and then at Jackson Grace and begins to speak.



Duke Kosloff - " Lucas, you are the referee in this match and I, of course, own FWA so you will do as I say this match is now an FWA Fire Pit match, you all didn't think this tournament would be easy, did you? You haven't noticed the three-foot trench around the ring filled with diesel fuel. Dackle Grace just in case you haven't read your contracts this match is simple one of my men will set the diesel fuel on fire and you two will fight until one of you can no longer walk or stand and the other person will have to make it through the fire and to the entrance where the ring bell is being placed and ring the bell to win. "



The referee seems to be confused by the sudden change in the match and so do the participants.



Duke Kosloff - "By the way one more thing this match is now for the ColdWars Championship!!!!!"



The Soviet Monster drops the microphone and walks out of the ring, with a smile on his face. He leaves through his security and heads to his seat up in the guard tower.



Nikkoli Putski " What the hell just happened Alex? "



Alexander Socrates - " Hold on one second and I will explain as Levi Kosloff is telling me now Nikkoli. "



Alexander Socrates - " I have just been informed by our general manager Levi Kosloff, that this match has become the championship match as Lethe has dropped out due to injury and cannot compete."



Nikkoli Putski - "What a shame a cowardly act by Rob Wyatt has cost Lethe her chance at the gold and cost these fans a chance to see a great match."



Dackle runs up behind Jackson Grace hitting him with a neck breaker, Grace seems to be in pain after that. Dackle's climbing the ropes appears he's going for his move "The Overdose" Dackle connects with it. Dackle is heading toward the fire he's going to try and win the match.



Alexander Socrates - " It seems like Dackle believes he has this match won. "



Nikkoli Putski - " I wouldn't count on it Jackson Grace is up and on the top rope looks like he's going for, YES he is he just hit Steve Dackle with JUSTICE RAINS!!!! "



"The Scorpion" Steve Dackle is out on his stomach just a few inches from landing in the trench of fire, Jackson Grace climbs back in the ring and heads to the top rope once more motioning to the crowd for the Coup de Grace. Grace leaps and he hit the 450 splash. Dackle is motionless.



Alexander Socrates - "Jackson Grace just hit Dackle with his finisher, this match has to be over. "



Nikkoli Putski - " Yeah Alex, but now how is he going to get through that wall of flame?"



Alexander Socrates - "Well, looks like grace is going to climb the sound system and jump over it. Yes, that's exactly what he's just done."



Alexander Socrates - " Jackson Grace has just rung the ring bell it's over we have our first champion. It's JACKSON GRACE, JACKSON GRACE has just become the FWA Friday Night ColdWars Champion."



Jackson Grace falls to his knees as referee Lucas Ashby and Senior referee Dameon Blake both stand beside him and declare him the winner. Steve Dackle is just now starting to move and he doesn't seem to be very happy. As the FWA employees try to put out the trench of fire Steve Dackle heads back to the dressing room and Jackson Grace is seen standing in the ring waiting for his celebration. Duke Kosloff and Levi Kosloff along with the head of security Leon Savage enter the ring standing next to FWA's first ColdWar's champion Jackson Grace.



"The Soviet Monster" Duke Kosloff opens a big metal suitcase revealing the brand new Platinum and diamond incrusted championship belt. He holds the belt up in the air so the world can see the prize these great warriors have fought for all night. Duke steps behind Jackson Grace reaching around him and placing the belt on him. Jackson Grace reaches down touching the belt as if it was a dream. Duke grabs a microphone to say a few words to the new champion.



Duke Kosloff - " Well, well Jackson Grace you have done the impossible, you have won the ColdWar's championship. You are the FWA's first ever champion. Now Mr. Grace with that championship comes great responsibility. That championship will be defended on every episode of Friday NIght ColdWars and you will represent FWA throughout the world. You are now the face of FWA enjoy your time as champion and your celebration come Monday morning I want you in my office to go over business and your new contract. Now go enjoy the rest of the night."



As Jackson Grace leaves the ring and heads back to his dressing room Rob Wyatt comes out to the ring through the crowd jumping in the ring. Standing next to Duke Kosloff, the two men look like they could be twins in their size. Duke begins to speak again.



Duke Kosloff - "As you, all have seen tonight my guy here "The Doctor of Chaos" Rob Wyatt, was eliminated in the first round but without controversy. He has made his mark on tonights show hell on tonight's Championship match. He personally destroyed Punk and "The Nightmare" Charley Carr. So now we don't have a number one contender to face our new champion, Jackson Grace. Then not only did he destroy them he is the reason Lethe could not compete in the finals which led to Jackson Grace being the Champion. So as of right now on November 17, 2017, Jackson Grace will defend the ColdWar's championship against the man who handed him the title, Rob Wyatt. "



Levi Kosloff and Leon Savage both exit the ring as they have some personal business to take care of in the back. As they leave "Enter Sandman" by Metallica starts to blast throughout the prison.



As the tournament has ended and the new ColdWars champion has just been crowned, we see Duke Kosloff and his personal hand-picked enforcer Rob Wyatt standing in the ring. "The Soviet Monster" Duke Kosloff is still holding a microphone with the biggest smile on his face, he and his company have just pulled off one of the biggest and most exciting debuts shows ever in the world of professional wrestling. They have just crowned the first champion in the company in a one-night tournament naming Jackson Grace as the first Friday Night ColdWars champion. Duke Kosloff is waving his hand at the production team to shut off his music as he is ready to speak.



Duke Kosloff - " So FWA universe did you enjoy the show? Did you enjoy the blood the violence? What do you all think about our ColdWars champion? Yeah that's what I thought, don't worry our champion is tough and isn't afraid of anything and he will defend on every show. It doesn't matter if he's sick, injured or drunk he will fight. Now, I know you all recognize my enforcer here Rob Wyatt let me warn anyone who thinks they can get near me or any of my Soviet Connection members. You all didn't think Rob here was given the title shot without stipulations, did you? "The Doctor of Chaos" Rob Wyatt has the full backing to destroy anyone who attempts to cross the boss. Speaking of crossing the boss guys bring him out."



The crowd start to look near the exit to see who he was talking to, the sound system starts to play "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin as the newly formed tag team of "The Reaper" Dylan Black and "The Scorpion" Steve Dackle are walking out carrying a limp body with a bag over it's head to the ring. As The Darkness enters the ring with this mystery person Duke Kosloff point to them to remove the bag.



Alexander Socrates - "What the hell, The Darkness just brought XHF: AU's Scorpion out here to the owner Duke Kosloff."



Nikkoli Putski - " Yeah, it looks like they have done a number on him, you can see his face is all bloody."



Alexander Socrates - " I know Scorpion is XHF: AU's team leader to face FWA at Xtraction, but I didn't think he would have him beaten and brought here tonight. "



Nikkoli Putski - " Well, Duke Kosloff is a Soviet Monster. He has no feelings for anyone no remorse and well he does whats best for him and his company. "



The Soviet Monster reaches out grabbing Scorpion by the face forcing him to look him in the eyes.



Duke Kosloff - " Scorpion remember you started this now I wanted you to see first hand what you have to fear come to Xtraction. I assume you have met two of your opponents in our little match at Xtraction, The most dangerous tag team in the business The Darkness Dylan Black and Steve Dackle. That will be the only members you get to meet today but I want you to give your boss a little message for me. Guy's get me the gasoline. "



The Darkness jump out of the ring grabbing to small gas cans sitting next to the announce table as Scorpion sits on his knees barely able to move. The Darkness step back into the ring walking up behind the beaten and broken Scorpion waiting for Duke Kosloff to give them their orders.



Alexander Socrates - " I can't believe this you don't actually think he is going to do what we're all thinking right. "



Nikkoli Putski - " I don't know but The Soviet Monster is living up to his name he just told the Darkness to pour the gas on Scorpion. "



Alexander Socrates - " ......And they're doing it. This is crazy I know here in the FWA there are no rules no law but this is going way beyond HARDCORE......."



Duke Kosloff pulls out his old trusty gold lighter and flicks it open lighting it up a small flame starts to burn. Duke lifts the microphone back up to his mouth to speak once more.



Duke Kosloff - " Scorpion, I want you to remember this moment the moment you became history!!!!!! Now let your boss know he will FEEL THE BURN!!!!!!!