FWA COLDWARS Episode 2 Nov 17, 2017

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FIRESTORM WRESTLING ALLIANCE
FRIDAY NIGHT COLDWARS
FWA COLISEUM
MOSCOW, RUSSIA
NOVEMBER 17, 2017

The newly built FWA Coliseum is at full capacity as the Coliseum is packed with over 50,000 hardcore wrestling fans. Tonight is the second episode of Friday Night ColdWars and the current ColdWars champion Jackson Grace will defend against the man who made his mark here in FireStorm Wrestling Alliance on episode one when he destroyed not only Lethe after his loss to her but he destroyed Punk and Charley Carr before their match. Also in tonight's show, we find out who will fight for the FireStorm Heavyweight Championship. The fans are going crazy as usual waiting for the action to start. These fans want blood, guts, and just a lot of pain dished out and with FWA that's exactly what they will receive. We see the crew setting up preparing for tonight's show, as Alexander Socrates and Nikkoli Putski sit at the remarkably expensive and extravagant announcer's booth, getting ready to go live. The announcer's booth was made to be comfortable and safe for the best two commentators in the business.

Alexander Socrates - " Welcome to Friday Night ColdWars, I am Alexander Socrates and the man sitting next to me is rookie sensation Nikkoli Putski. "

Nikkoli Putski - "Thanks. Alex, and oh boy do we have one hell of a show for you tonight! Tonight we will see the rematch between "The Misfit" Punk and "The Nightmare" Charley Carr, that is if they don't get beat down again. "

Alexander Socrates - " We can only imagine, but we will also find out who will be fighting in the triple threat championship match for the world championship in the near future as we have three qualifying matches tonight. We will see a long-awaited match between Ozymandias and AK Andrews. These two men are beyond dangerous they are pretty much-hired thugs you could say assassins. "

Nikkoli Putski - " Well it's always been said that a person surrounds themselves with people like themselves, So why wouldn't "The Soviet Monster" Duke Kosloff do the same. "

Alexander Socrates - " Whoa whoa be careful what you say, Duke Kosloff has ears everywhere and he doesn't take kindly to people bad mouthing him or his company. "

Alexander Socrates - " Besides I would hate to see something happen to you! I would have to break in another partner, haha. "

Nikkoli Putski - " Yeah, me too. "

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 standing like a God in the center of the ring holding a flashy new microphone with the FWA logo on it.

Duke Kosloff - " Welcome FWA fans to the second episode of Friday Night ColdWars. We have an amazing show set for you all tonight, we have the rematch from episode one that never happened due to unseen circumstances. So tonight we will have that match and we will find out which one of the two men will challenge the ColdWars champion next and that match will be a barbed wire death match hey if you want a championship match here in FWA you have to earn it. we will also have Jackson Grace defending his championship tonight against the MONSTER Rob Wyatt, can Grace retain against the 7"2" monster in a Soviet Inferno Match. Plus three qualifying matches for a chance to become the first ever FireStorm Heavyweight Championship. A lot of great action tonight also we will have our first pieces in our newest segments "The Connection" with Gill Snider, this guy has promised me ratings and well he better deliver, also we will see "Asking For A Favor From The Godfather" with my cousin and co-owner Levi Kosloff, I can't wait to see who has the balls to ask for a favor. Now I will cut this short enjoy the action and watch out for splattering blood. "

Duke Kosloff exits the ring and walks up the ramp as he heads back to his private office to watch the action. Mika Vladimir sexually walks down to the ring stepping through the ropes and prepares to announce the first match. The crowd is going wild as the first match is being announced.

Mika Vladimir - " Ladies and gentleman our next match is a rematch from ColdWars Episode one, this match will be held under FWA's original - Barbed wire Deathmatch (The ropes are replaced with barbed wire) 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 Nightmare Charlie Carr brought something close to a hush over FWA Coliseum. Yeah, many in attendance were violent psychopaths who weren’t scared of much.

But one of the things they were scared of was Charley Fucking Carr.

The retro hockey mask and the ax definitely added to Carr’s mystique. When he entered the ring he stepped through the barbed wire without even feeling the steel scrap against his skin. Then he just sat in the corner waiting, running a thumb over the ax.

“That is a very disturbing individual,” Alexander Socrates said on commentary. “You can’t help but have a bad feeling for his opponent, a young kid who might not truly understand what he’s getting into.”

“There is no doubt about it,” said Nikkoli Putski. “That kid’s gonna be mincemeat by the end of this.”

Some pop-punk hit the prison yard and the wrestler Punk came skating down that steel entrance ramp.

Hayley and Wallace watched their friend nervously from the front row.

“Are they gonna take that ax away from Charley Carr?” she asked.

Wallace grimaced and shrugged. “Oh, I do hope so!” He put his arm around his concerned date, the XHF Network's own Cat Black.

Hayley looked back to Punk. “He doesn’t even look scared!”

“Oh, he’s scared,” Wallace said. “But he knows he must be himself. That’s where all his courage comes from, the part of Punk that makes him Punk ...”

Punk finally jumped over the wire, skateboard tucked under his arm and held out his hands for the crowd.

They hated him. There was something about a blond, happy-go-lucky skateboarder that the rough crowd hated. Suddenly their lust for wanting Punk hurt filled the air in a near-tangible way and Charley Carr got wind of it, taking off his mask and revealing a wicked sneer.

Hearing the sound of 50,000 people booing Punk made Hayley’s knees shake.

Socrates shook his head. “Wow, this crowd wants to see violence, Nikkoli.”

Nikkoli just laughed.



The bell rang.



Carr ran at Punk immediately, swinging wildly. Punk ducked under a punch and hit the barbed wire, forgetting it was there but not even caring. His opponent turned well before Punk could get the drop on him but Punk slid right between Carr’s legs, causing the psycho to have to turn again.



And when he did Punk hit a big dropkick!



“Where does that come from!?” Shrieked Socrates. “That young man has a hell of a dropkick!”



The boos came back. Carr was on the mat, not believing Punk had hit him. Punk was positively beaming down at Carr.



Wallace and Cat were going mental with what could only be described as “{Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} clapping.”



Only Hayley was worried. She saw the blood trickling down Punk’s back.



“Why did he hit the ropes!?” She asked, concerned.



Wallace was too busy cheering to answer her.



Carr chased Punk around the ring but Punk stayed elusive, yet abusive. And it paid off.



He got Carr in the back with another dropkick after Carr missed a clothesline. This time Carr fell into the barbed wire, taking down all the wire on that side of the ring. Carr fell to the outside wrapped in agony. There were ring attendants down there to cut the wire away with pliers.



But Carr didn’t wait for them. He jumped back into the ring immediately and charged Punk again.



“I’ve never seen anything like it!” Socrates screamed. “Carr just fell to ringside but he’s back, and he’s running around with barbed wire tearing open his flesh!”



Hayley shrieked. For now, Punk was being chased not only by a psycho, but one wrapped in the wire.



Punk dodged, ducked, dived, dipped, and dodged until finally the opening came and he hit a superkick!



Not only did the kick knock Carr down, it kept him down and Punk capitalized in the communist nation with many stomps to the abdomen and back.



Then Punk hit the wire again, once more not even feeling the pain of the wire dig into his back, and he hit Carr with a big running knee.



In any other venue, Punk would have been getting cheers for dominating a much larger man. But for some reason, that crowd wanted his blood.



But they would have to wait for it on another night because Punk wasn’t going to let the Nightmare get up. He ran over to Carr’s leg and pulled back on it with all his might, executing a Calf Crusher submission hold.



The agony on Carr’s face was plain as day and a quiet came over the crowd, as they realized just how deep Punk had the hold in, and just how unlikely it was that Carr would get out. Of course, the Nightmare would never give up. Punk knew that. He could snap his entire leg off and the Nightmare would still keep coming at him.



So he let go of the move and darted up to that top rope.



From up there, he looked down at the vertigo-inducing crowd, all angry faces wishing him harm, and he smiled. He knew he’d finally made it in wrestling. He leaped.



Exhausted, Carr was nursing his leg when Punk landed. Punk must have broken Carr’s ribs. He heard cracks. He heard Carr’s shrieks.



He heard the ref counting to three.



The Coliseum erupted in hate. Only Wallace stood up, clapping his hands like crazy.



Hayley stood too, but she was worried. It wasn’t that Punk’s performance didn’t impress her. It was actually hard for her to understand her attraction to Punk in that moment. He was so ... tough!



But the concern was with her too. Punk was bleeding from his back and he had just destroyed another human being ... but he was smiling.



He took turns moving from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, posing for the crowd, taking in their anger.



“Ladies and Gentlemen! Watch this young man! Watch him!” Socrates turned to Nikolai Putski. “He has a Cold War Title Shot now and he is the future of this company!”



Mika Vladimir - " Your winner and NEW number one contender for the ColdWars championship PUUUUNNNNKKKK!!!!!! "



Punk joins his friends as they run out of the arena to celebrate his victory, Charley Carr slowly gets up with the help of a couple FWA ring workers they manage to walk out of the arena as Mika Vladimir once again starts to do her job and announce the next match up.



The lights of the arena dim down, as Mika Vladimir enters the ring with a microphone.



Mika Vladimir - " Our next contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Kentucky USA…...Jordan Rayburn!! "



‘Soggy Bottom Boys’ begins to play, as blue and white lights splash across the entrance. Rayburn appears, carrying a Confederate flag, and pointing to the crowd. He makes his way to the ring, gesturing to the crowd that he is stabbing himself, then climbs the stairs of the corner. He climbs the side of the turnbuckle, raising the Confederate flag above his head, and shouting back to the crowd that is booing him heavily.



Nikkoli Putski - " Ooh, not a happy start for Jordan Rayburn. "



Alexander Socrates - "Yeah well that’s what you get for coming out waving a flag like that! "



Mika Vladimir - " And introducing his opponent, from Boston, USA….Dylan Black! "



The arena 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. He turns and makes a finger gun, pointing at the ring and pulling the trigger. He walks down the ramp and climbs up the corner post opposite Rayburn. He makes a finger gun again and ‘shoots’ Rayburn, before hopping down and handing his shirt and sunglasses to Mika outside of the ring.



Alexander Socrates - "Two men have a lot to prove tonight, as they are both looking to qualify for the FireStorm Championship. "



The bell rings, as both men lock up for a hard grapple, but Rayburn kicks out the knee of Black and hits him with a hard club elbow. He pulls him out from the mat again, and chops him with a rising uppercut to the neck, before whipping him off the ropes. Black rebounds off the ropes and comes flying back with a spear! Taking Rayburn down to the mat, and landing on top of him, Black starts a mounted assault, blasting Rayburn with a barrage of punches. Rayburn manages to shake loose and pushes Black off of him. Black gets up but Rayburn still on the mat, kicks him to the side of the head with a scissors kick!



Nikkoli Putski - "Explosive start here from these two high-energy stars! "



Holding his head, Rayburn has enough time to get to his feet. He hits Black with a spinning wheel kick, knocking Black into the ropes. Rayburn whips off the opposites side and comes running at Black with a cross body, but Black spots it early and connects with a dropkick, connecting with Rayburn's body in mid-air! Both men are on the mat, as the crowd's cheer and shout for them both. Black is first up, and quickly vaults off the ropes, coming back at Rayburn with a diving elbow drop, colliding with his head and driving it back to the mat. Black gets up, and body slams Rayburn down in from of the ropes. Black goes to the corner to climb, but Rayburn gets up behind him, and rushes him, driving him face first into the corner, and following up with a German suplex to Black! Black is laid out in the center!



Alexander Socrates - " Both these guys are giving it their all here! "



Nikkoli Putski - " That’s right, both have a reputation for being high energy and high impact, but I never thought I would see this! "



Jordan Rayburn quickly scales to corner and gets to the top rope, signaling for a big move. He dives for a huge frog splash...but Black gets his knees up! Rayburn comes crashing down, fully extended to the knees of Dylan Black! Black quickly rolls to his feet as Rayburn is on the mat, holding his body in agony. Black turns and springs to the top rope, before flipping in a moonsault...but overshoot it, and lands in a foot stomp!



Nikkoli Putski - "That’s the Final Solution! "



Alexander Socrates - " I feel like we’re watching a lucha match up here! "



Black goes for the pin…



ONE…



TWO…



KICKOUT by Rayburn! Black gets to his feet, dragging Rayburn up too. He whips him across the ring to the ropes, and bends over waiting to flapjack Rayburn...but Rayburn catches the ropes, and breaks his run. Black, angry, run at him for another spear, but Rayburn jumps into the air, splitting his legs, and Blackflies through the center of the ropes to the mat outside! Rayburn sees Black struggling to get up on the outside, so he runs across the ring, whips off the ropes, and runs right towards Black, leaping the last hurdle of the ropes and connects with a flying kung-fu kick!



Nikkoli Putski - " Holy Hell! Enter the Dragon eat your heart out! "



Alexander Socrates - " That was a flying kick from about fifteen feet away! Black must be out after a shot like that! "



Both men are down on the mat outside the ring, tired and sore. The referee starts to count them out, but Rayburn gets up and slides in then out of the ring, to break the count. He goes to pick up Black, he hits him with a blow so low it should be illegal. The crowd boos at Dylan, as he gets up, and whips Rayburn into the steel steps at the corner of the ring. Black slides in then out to break the count again, before dragging Rayburn over to the edge of the ring, by the barrier to the crowd. He attempts to slam his head into the metal barrier, but Rayburn counters, breaking the power and elbowing Black to the face. He picks Black up to body slam him, but runs into the corner post of the ring, crushing Black against it!



Alexander Socrates - "How is the referee allowing this! Rayburn is using the ring as a weapon! "



Nikkoli Putski - "Because this is FWA! "



Alexander Socrates - "...true… "



Jordan Rayburn slides into the ring, and out again to break the hold, before going back to Black. He picks him up from the mat, but Black pushes him away, slamming Rayburn into the apron. Black follows up with a kick to the midsection and pulls Rayburn's head between his legs. It looks like Rayburn is going to flip him over...but Black lands a sunset flip piledriver onto Rayburn!



Nikkoli Putski - " That is the Blackout! And I imagine Rayburn is blacked out after that move! "



The referee Lucas Ashby is still counting them out in the ring, so Black picks up Rayburn's limp body, and rolls him in. He climbs in after him, and goes for the pin…



ONE…



TWO…



THR- KICKOUT just in time by Rayburn!



Furious, Black gets up and starts to stomp down onto Rayburn, beating him down harder and harder. Black pulls Rayburn to his feet, and pulls his head down between his knees, signaling for one last big more...but Rayburn springs to action, and flips Black over his head! Black hits the mat but is quickly back up, but Rayburn takes him down with a clothesline. Again, Black springs back up but ducks the clothesline this time. He spins around to kick Rayburn, but his leg is caught! Rayburn taunts him, before pushing the leg and spinning Black around on the spot. He turns and stops to face Rayburn, who now kicks him instead, and pulls Black’s head between his own legs! Quickly, he lifts him up, and jumps slightly into a spike piledriver!



Nikkoli Putski - "And that’s the Sadistic Desire! "



Alexander Socrates - " Both men are destroying each other, taking chapters from each other's book! "



Jordan Rayburn now reaches across to pull Black’s leg up for the pin, as the crowd chants along with it…



ONE…



TWO…



THREE!!...NO, Black has his foot on the rope! The referee didn’t count three!



Nikkoli Putski - " I can’t handle this right now… "



Alexander Socrates - "There won’t be anything left of these two men by the end of the match! "



Jordan Rayburn climbs to his feet, visibly exhausted. He pulls Black up to a standing position, but Black lashes out with a hard chop across the chest of Rayburn. Staggering but keeping his composure, Rayburn returns a massive chop to the chest of Black! The sound of flesh on flesh echoes throughout the room! The two men trade chops in the center of the ring…



CHOP!!



CHOP!!



CHOP!!



CHOP!!



Jordan Rayburn gets the upper hand, and chops Black back further and further towards the ropes. His last chop is the heaviest, as he emphasizes the power he is putting into it...but Black ducks it, and gets to Rayburn's side! Black lifts him onto his shoulders for a reverse torture rack...and hits an inverted Death Valley Driver!



Nikkoli Putski - " The Way of the Reaper!! Black hit his big finisher! "



Quickly rolling Rayburn up into a package pin, the referee counts the pin…



ONE…



TWO…



Jordan Rayburn is struggling to get his shoulder up…



THREE!! Dylan Black takes the victory!



Alexander Socrates - " I can’t believe it, after a grueling match, we finally have a winner! Dylan Black progresses towards the Firestorm Championship! "



Nikkoli Putski - "What an amazing match between two superstars. Neither of them has seen the last of each other in the halls of FWA! Stay tuned folks, as we have our next match coming right up! "



Mika Vladimir - " Your winner and joining the triple threat match for the FireStorm Heavyweight Championship DYLAN BLACK!!!! "



Alexander Socrates - " Now that's just another example of why AXW stands no chance at beating FWA at Xtraction and why FireStorm Wrestling Alliance is the number one rated HARDCORE company in the WORLD!!!!! "



Nikkoli Putski - "Absolutely, and it shows why the Kosloff cousins are getting offers from a lot of different high caliber people and companies wanting to invest and even purchase FWA. "



Alexander Socrates - " Nikkoli, I agree this company is new and growing every day, by what I have heard and understand there are talks of a few new members being signed to exclusive contracts from some major companies and even a couple smaller companies. "



Nikkoli Putski - " I can't wait until these new members are signed and announced the world will be shocked. "



Nikkoli Putski - " Now it's time for the first installment of FWA's new segment called "The Connection" with our co-worker and friend Gill Snider. By what I have been told his segment will be off the wall, so with no more hesitation lets head to his office. "



The crowd goes wild as the overhead monitors start to play and they can hear the voice of lead reporter Gill Snider.



" THE CONNECTION " WITH GILL SNIDER



Gill Snider - " Welcome FireStorm Wrestling Alliance fans, I am your host Gill Snider. I am here to bring you the inside scoop on the Soviet Connection and its members. EVerything you may have ever wanted to know from who they are, to what they are up to and all the dirt on each and every person involved in The Soviet Connection and who have contact with them. I have recently been doing some research on the big boss himself "The Soviet Monster" Duke Kosloff and well by what I have found out he is an extremely dangerous man and those who ask too many questions disappear so, for now, I will leave him and that subject alone. Now for his cousin and co-owner "The Godfather" Levi Kosloff it's no secret he runs the Russian Mafia and that he is just about as dangerous as his cousin Duke Kosloff. But there is a difference Levi listens to The Soviet Monster, so I ask you this who is really running the Russian Mafia? "



As Gill sits there doing his tell-all, he pulls out a bag from under his chair and reaches inside where he pulls out a large envelope. He looks into the camera as he reaches inside the envelope pulling out a few Polaroid pictures. He starts smiling as he looks at them. He lays them down on his lap and begins talking once again.



Gill Snider - " You know The Soviet Connection has an eight-person core, these eight people are spread throughout the wrestling world. Not every member is known or suspected by anyone but I have some pictures of a couple of these members. Let's see there is the third member and one of the originals "The Irish Rose" Alexis Grace, who is currently wrestling in Sakura Shoujo Stampede which appears to be an all-female company which will soon be holding a massive event soon called Saturday Sakura Genesis Ep.2 "Small City; Big heart!" at Tonaki Sonritsu Tonaki Jr. High School In Tonaki, Okinawa, Japan on November 25, 2017. We assume that "The Irish Rose Alexis Grace will be making an appearance that night, so the question is will The Soviet Connection be there and will they lend a hand to there only female member? Now let us discuss yet another member of the Soviet Connection "The Savage" Leon Savage, FWA's own head of security. This man has been in some of the most brutal and savage lands in the world and now he is running security for one of the most dominant men in the world Duke Kosloff. Duke's hand-picked Leon Savage to run security here in FWA, so that leads me to my next question who is Leon Savage or better yet what is his real job here in The Soviet Connection? "



Gill Snider looks down at the pictures once again and smiles as if he had the winning Lottery ticket for a million plus in his hand. Gill reaches over grabbing his coffee cup taking a sip while he gathers his thoughts for a moment as he begins to speak again.



Gill Snider -" You know FireStorm Wrestling Alliance had offers from all over the world to join different networks and companies, but the Kosloff cousins and The Soviet Connection chose XHF Network. What is so special about this XHF Network? The XHF Network is based out of

Minneapolis, Minnesota, why would The Soviet Connection want to be affiliated with anything located in America. I Have pictures of the XHF Networks owner Mongo The Destroyer, yeah goofy name right. Well, it seems that he has been meeting up with a certain Soviet Connection member trying to work something out, I'm not sure what yet or why that Soviet Connection member but I will guarantee you this I will find out and let you all know very soon. Now don't get me wrong Duke Kosloff isn't stupid by no means and not all of his members are criminals and psychopaths he has some members that don't even realize they work for him or for The Soviet Connection, just like the member who has been meeting with the XHF Network owner. Here take a look and see what you think wrestling world! "



Gill Snider reaches for one of the pictures and holds it up in front of the camera, as the camera zooms in to get a better look at it the world can see "The Family Man" Danny Ray and Mongo The Destroyer owner and CEO of the XHF Network having lunch.







Gill Snider - " There it is wrestling fans, now why would the owner of a huge wrestling conglomerate want with a low level jobber like "The Family Man" the guy works for a small independent fed called Ascension Wrestling Alliance, he is 1 - 2, and is a forty-year-old father of four and is a rookie to the wrestling world and by what my sources tell me he doesn't even know he is part of The Soviet Connection. Like I said I will guarantee answers to everything we have talked about and more on the next episode of 'The Connection" with me Gill Snider. Until then send me in any and all questions you may have or want to know about the Soviet Connection and FireStorm Wrestling Alliance. "



The Cameras go black and Gill Snider gets up and heads out of the room.



Nikkoli Putski - " Now that was a complete mental overload, I can't believe what he just told the world. "



Alexander Socrates - " Well I knew people were interested in FWA, but I think Duke Kosloff will be a bit furious if anyone is trying to steal Soviet Connection members. This Mongo guy better hope that's not the situation. "



Nikkoli Putski - "Absolutely this Mongo character just might get a visit from "The Savage" Leon Savage, and by what the world was just informed of might not be what Mongo wants. "



Nikkoli Putski - " Now lets head back to the ring where we will be finding out our next match. "



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! This match is a qualifying round to become the first ever FireStorm Champion! Introducing, our first contestant...from parts unknown, she is The Mysterious Lethe!!



Evanescence hits as the arena lights dim. From behind the curtain walks Lethe, looking determined and more confident than before. She pauses, waving to the folks in the crowd, before walking down the ramp to the ring. She breaks into a run near the end of the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope. She climbs the corner turnbuckle and waves some more to the crowd.



Alexander Socrates - "Lethe coming back here tonight to shelf any doubt or worries about her personal ability."



Nikkoli Putski - "Yes Alexander, she took a bad beat-down from Rob Wyatt two weeks ago, let's just hope her body and her spirit have recovered.
"


Mika Vladimir - "And her 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 - "Dackle sure to have the upper hand in this match, but hopefully, he doesn’t lose his cool. "



Nikkoli Putski - " Lethe has proved that size doesn’t matter in this ring, and if her opponent losing his concentration, it's game over for them. "



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 Lethe. Only after the referee approaches him to prepare does he remove his jacket and glasses.



DING! DING!



The bell rings as Lethe makes her way to the center ring, eyeing up Dackle who is still casually pacing his corner, checking his elbow pads, fixing his boots...not really paying any concern to Lethe. Lethe motions for him to come at her, but Dackle turns and leans on the ropes, laughing to the crowd, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb at Lethe.



Nikkoli Putski - "...and it's already started, Dackle ignoring Lethe right from the get-go.
"


Lethe, losing her patience runs at Dackle, but he spins around in time, and hits her with a hard clothesline, taking her down to the mat. He laughs, and walks to the opposite corner, to give her time to regain her composure. Lethe gets up, annoyed, and runs at Dackle again. This time she ducks his clothesline attempts and whips off the ropes behind him, but Dackle stands firm, and swing a heavy backhanded chop, completely taking Lethe off her feet and hitting the match hard. Dackle lifts Lethe from the mat and hits her with an effortless belly to belly suplex.



Alexander Socrates - "Dackle is just toying with Lethe here now.
"


The crowd boo at Dackle as he manhandles the 5’ 6” Lethe. He picks her up from the mat, lifts her for a back suplex, but instead carries her to the corner and sits her on the turnbuckle, facing the crowd. He drives a number of vicious forearm strikes into her lower back, before wrapping her legs around the top and middle rope, and pulling her backward, leaving her dangling upside down on the corner. He lands some stomp-punches to her midsection, before crossing the ring to the opposite corner, and signaling to the crowd.



Nikkoli Putski - "Scorpion is just bullying Lethe now! This is unfair, and not fun to watch!
"


Dackle signals to the crowd, and runs hard at Lethe, strung upside down from the top rope. He dives at her with a lunging spear...but she manages to pull herself upright in time! Dackle dives shoulder first into the metal pole of the turnbuckle!



Alexander Socrates - " Ouch! I felt that one myself!"



Nikkoli Putski - "Dackle in on the mat, clutching his shoulder...he may have done more damage to himself than Lethe could ever do! "



With Dackle on the mat holding his now injured shoulder, Lethe untangles herself from the top rope, and double-foot stomps down onto Dackle’s chest. He rises and chases her with a running clothesline, Which she ducks, and dropkicks him right into the chest, stumbling him backward. Lethe gets right back to her feet and runs to Dackle, jumping forward and putting her head between his legs. She spins up into a seated position, almost a kamikaze move as Dackle tries to steady her for a powerbomb, but she swings one leg over his head, and pulls him down into a sideways hurricanranna...and lock in an arm-bar on the mat!



Nikkoli Putski - "Lethe going for a submission here, knowing that Dackle has an injured shoulder!



Screaming, Dackle tries to break the hold of Lethe, but she has it locked in too well. His already injured shoulder is now getting tore about, as his screams of agony get louder. He desperately tries to drag himself to the ropes, dragging Lethe with him too. Her face is grimaced as she tried desperately to put the big guy through hell. His struggles pay off, as he finally reaches the ropes, and the referee forces Lethe to release her hold.



Alexander Socrates - "Lethe is determined to win this match up! She has spotted a small weakness in Dackle after his collision with the metal turn post, and now she wants to use that to her advantage. "



Lethe gets to her feet, as Dackle climbs up too, using the ropes to assist him. Lethe whips off the ropes next to her, running at Dackle’s rear with great speed...but he turns, and lands a discus- clothesline, almost beheading Lethe! He immediately clutches his shoulder again, the effort of his offensive moves now causing him great pain. He stomps down on Lethe as she lays on the mat, trying to break her down. Lethe crawls away to the ropes, but Dackle grabs her leg, wraps it around his own and drops onto her with his elbow. She lurches up in pain, and Dackle clutches her chin, locking in an STF submission!



Nikkoli Putski - " GTFO! That’s Scorpion’s signature! "



Alexander Socrates - "Looks like Steve Dackle is trying for a submission of his own! "



Lethe, screaming and shouting wrestles and wriggles free, as Dackle can’t keep the chin lock in play. She manages to crawl a bit towards to the ropes, and Dackle still lays across her back, his full 265 pounds of weight on top of her. He tries for the chin lock again, but again Lethe wriggles free pretty quickly. She crawls and crawls towards to the ropes, very slowly...and finally gets her hand on the bottom rope! The referee orders Dackle to break the hold!



Alexander Socrates - "A close call there for Lethe! She can’t let Scorpion get too close, or too comfortable with his submissions. "



Dackle is back to his feet, and grabs Lethe around her waist, pulling her up from the mat with ease, and into a belly to back suplex. As she is laid out on the mat, Dackle climbs to the corner turnbuckle, and signals to the crowd it's time for his finisher, Overdose. He takes a leap of faith, jumping for the huge leg drop...but Lethe rolls out of the way just in time! Dackle hits the mat hard, and the impact is heard around the arena!



Nikkoli Putski - " My ass hurts just watching that…"



Alexander Socrates - "Medics better get the ice bags ready, because Scorpions ass is sure to be on fire! "



Lethe gets to her feet at the same time as Dackle, and they lock into a grapple, which Dackle easily overpowers. He whips Lethe off the opposite ropes, she dodges his elbow strike on the way back and rebounds off the opposite ropes. She runs at Dackle and jumps for a cross body slam...But Dackle catches her in mid-air! He holds onto her and walks back to the ropes, before tossing her over his head in a body-to-body overhead suplex! Lethe flies over the top rope all the way to the floor outside the ring!



Nikkoli Putski - " Whoa! Lethe must have flown fifteen feet to the floor just there! "



Dackle slides to the outside and picks Lethe up. He slams her head down off the barrier to the crowd, with them reacting. In the ring, the referee shouts the count out…



TWO…



THREE…



Dackle drags Lethe over to the announcer's table and slams her down hard onto it. The two announcers have to jump up from their seats, as Dackle gets too up close and personal.



Nikkoli Putski - " Come on man, we’re working here! "



Alexander Socrates - " Get back in the ring you misogynist! "



Dackle drags Lethe off of the announcer's table and goes to whip the petite lady into the steel stairs, but she manages to reverse it, sending him flying! He collides shoulder first, the same injured shoulder from before.



SIX…



SEVEN…



Lethe slides into the ring, and slowly get to her feet. Dackle slides in after her, in pain but frustrated. He runs at Lethe but she rolls to the side. He lunges with a big boot, but again she sides roll away. Furious, he marches up to her and tries to bearhug her, but she ducks and spins around behind him, rolling him up for a cradle pin!



ONE…



KICKOUT by Dackle! Too early for the pin, and not enough power to hold him down. Let he gets up first, and springs off the ropes, coming back at Dackle with a big dropkick. He doesn't fall, only stumbles. She gets up and does it again, whipping off the ropes and running into a flying dropkick. But again, Dackle stays on his feet. Relentless, Lethe gets up one more time, and tries for another rebound dropkick...but Dackle reacts faster, and drops Lethe with a massive big boot! Lethe slams hard against the mat, as Dackle looks down on her, injured and furious. He looks at the top rope, back down to Lethes motionless body, and decides to end it.



Nikkoli Putski - " Dackle has that crazy look in his eye. "



Alexander Socrates - "Scorpion is one dangerous man, his arsenal of attacks is massive, but he likes to overkill his prey. It looks like he is intent on hitting that top rope leg drop that failed earlier. "



Dackle slowly climbs the turnbuckle and stands once he reaches the top. He signals to the crowd, but they boo him hard. He shouts back at them, distracted, and doesn’t see Lethe quickly get to her feet and run to the ropes, removing his support and dropping Dackle down hard onto the top rope. A loud ‘OOOOH’ goes up from every man in the audience. Lethe, seeing her opportunity, runs to the corner, scales the ropes quickly, and wraps her legs around the head of Dackle, pulling him down into a top rope hurricanrana!



Nikkoli Putski - "Whoa! Huge move there by Lethe! Dackle is downed on the mat! "



Alexander Socrates - "He hit his head heard! That looks more like a piledriver than a flip! "



The two competitors are laying out on the mat, unmoving, so the referee. Begins to count. As he nears the SIX count, Lethe starts to squirm and rolls over to her side. Dackle is also getting up to his feet now too. Lethe is first to stand, as Dackle seems to be disorientated. Lethe closes in on him, but Dackle quickly snaps to life, and kicks Lethe to the midsection, followed by his trademark diamond cutter!



...only, Lethe manages to push him forward, so he doesn’t pull her all the way down. She grabs a hold of his arm, flips over him, and hits the mat, locking in another armbar! Dackle roars out, as his injured shoulder is now back in the locked position, and he is laying flat in the center of the ring! He struggles to break the hold, but like before, cannot pry the grip from his arm. He starts to crawl his way to the ropes, but Lethe leans back even further, completely arching the shoulder of Scorpion...and he can’t take it anymore!



Alexander Socrates - "Scorpion taps out!! Lethe takes the victory by submission!
"


Nikkoli Putski - " Lethe has done it again! She has defied the odds and taken another victory! "



Alexander Socrates - "This will be a huge upset for Steve Dackle, but a massive win for Lethe as she progresses towards the FireStorm Championship! This can only mean the beginning of huge things for this little lady in FWA! Stay tuned, as our next match is coming up shortly..."



Mika Vladimir - " Your winner by submission, "The Unknown" LETHE!!!!! "



Lethe stands in the ring enjoying her moment of happiness before exiting the ring to go back to the locker room and get ready for the long ride home.



Alexander Socrates - " Well I was just informed it is time for our second new segment called "Asking For A Favor From The Godfather" with Levi Kosloff, by what I have been told this segment is unedited and live from his office. "



Nikkoli Putski - " Yeah, and no one knows what the favor is or who is asking for the favor. "



Alexander Socrates - " Well it's time to find out. "



Once again the crowd is going hysterical as the overhead monitors start to turn back on and they see the face of the co-owner Levi Kosloff speaking.



"Asking For A Favor From The Godfather" with Levi Kosloff



The camera cuts to an office in the back. The Godfather, Levi Kosloff sits behind a beautiful red oak desk, smoking a cigar and having a drink from his crystal glass, of what only can be assumed as Vodka. Behind him on each side stands huge muscle-bound men, some would call bodyguards and others would call goons or stooges. Levi takes a sip and looks into the camera.



Levi Kosloff: "FWA, welcome to the first edition of "Asking For A Favor From The Godfather." This is simple. I, along with my cousin The Soviet Monster Duke Kosloff are the most powerful men in the wrestling business today. I have extended the offer to anyone who needs certain things that only someone of my caliber could deliver.
"


There is a knock at the door and Levi's train of thought is momentarily broken. He looks over to one of the guards and motions for them to go to the door.



Levi Kosloff: "Well, apparently my power is sought after so much that I can't get through my proper introduction. Let's see who has rushed over her to ask a favor of the Godfather.
"


As the guard gets to the door and opens, the door swings open a little faster than he had intended, almost knocking him off balance a bit. In steps AWF newcomer, and someone Levi knows a bit too well, Jack Diamond. Diamond, wearing a sleek black and pinstriped suit steps in, with his old ICW Championship draped over his shoulder. It gleams in the soft light of the office.



Jack Diamond: "Levi Kosloff! I heard you were looking for a star to kick off this cute little show and there is no star that shines brighter than yours truly!
"


Levi Kosloff: "Mr. Diamond, you are the last one I expected to step foot on FWA property. Brazen move on your part, comrade.
"


Jack Diamond: "No, what's brazen is you and that overgrown fool of a cousin of yours thinking you guys can get ratings without The Ace of Spades! Do you remember how high those ICW ratings were? Well, it wasn't because of monsters, "comrade."



Levi looks on, calmly as he takes another swig from his glass and a puff on his cigar.



Levi Kosloff: "It would be wise of you to leave your ego at the door, Mr. Diamond. You are highly outnumbered in this world and I see no Icons.
"


Jack Diamond: "You don't see any of the Icons behind me because it only takes one to put you two choads in your place. Don't forget that it is largely because of me that Duke had to open a wrestling company to be part of this business instead of competing in the ring.
"


Levi Kosloff: "Duke could get back in that ring if he wanted to, instead he has become a smart businessman and we plan to take over this industry with our minds.
"


Diamond scoffs a bit at this and sits down in front of Levi's desk, keeping his title thrown over his shoulder.



Levi Kosloff: "Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, why are you here comrade? I assume you need a favor from the two most powerful men in Wrestling.
"


Diamond: "No, I don't need a damn thing from you two. In fact, it is the Ace who has the favors to give out.
"


Levi takes another sip as the two guards get a little closer to the desk but Levi waves them off.



Levi Kosloff: "What could you have that Duke and myself cannot provide with our minds, finances or power?
"


Jack Diamond: "Well, good looks for one... anyways, I am here for one reason only, to put you and Duke on notice just as I plan to put the entire Network on notice. This title right here, well... no one in ICW could ever beat me for it and it is mine forever. This is my golden ticket to the X Crown baby. Just know that I will be coming for that X Crown title one of these days and whether it is in the AWF, FWA, or any other fed across the Network I will destroy anyone who stands in my way.
"


Levi Kosloff: "Such tough words for a small, small man.
"


Jack Diamond: "The only thing you need to do is keep the door open for Jack Diamond because if I have to come here to get my title that is what I will do and your ratings will go through the roof. As for the rest of the Icons? Well, we are taking over AWF and then who knows... maybe Bobby and I finish what we started with a certain Seven footer.
"


Levi Kosloff: Is that a threat?



The guards start creeping around the side of the desk as Diamond stands and sort of backs his way to the door, keeping his eyes on Levi and the goons.



Jack Diamond: No, not a threat. When it concerns Jack Mother Fucking Diamond, you can take it to the bank! This is the age of the Icons, tell your cousin it's only a matter of time before he has to see mine and Bobby's face on every marquee around again... just like old times.



Before the goons can get around to him Diamond exits the office and disappears into the backstage area. Levi looks on, taking another drag from his cigar as the



Alexander Socrates - " Looks like "The Ace of Spades" Jack Diamond, has just asked "The Godfather" to make room for him here in FWA. "



Nikkoli Putski - "Yeah, sounds like that Diamond character has a strange way of asking for a favor, from a man that could make him and his championship disappear."



Alexander Socrates - "Nikkoli, your right! If Levi Kosloff wanted he could make that little hick company Jack Diamond works for DISAPPEAR."



Nikkoli Putski - " I completely agree, now lets head back to the ring for our next matchup."



Mika Vladimir once again steps back into the ring as she is ready to announce the last qualifying match of the night.



Mika Vladimir - "Now, 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 as his opponent is waiting to come out to the ring.



Mika Vladimir - "Your second participant in this qualifying 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.



Both men are stood in the ring staring at one another, the ref asks both men if they are ready to start and they both nod accordingly. They both seem very eager to get the matchup underway and as soon as the bell rings they hook up and immediately try to push one another back but they are deadlocked at first. AK Andrews starts to get the upper hand however and pushes Ozymandias into the corner but soon as Ozymandias realizes he is losing he kicks Andrews in the gut. Ozymandias then pulls him in closer and hits him with a forceful DDT. Ozymandias gets up right away and he pulls his opponent up. Andrews slowly makes it up to one knee but before he can get any further, Ozy swiftly kicks him in the chest which knocks him right back down. Ozymandias then stands on his opponent’s forehead and twists his foot, while Andrews shies away in pain. Mandias picks him back and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Ozymandias hits him with a fierce arm drag takedown! Andrews rolls straight back up and runs at the monster Ozymandias again. He tries to go for another arm drag takedown but AK Andrews blocks it this time. He stands up and applies an abdominal stretch to his adversary who is instantly in a great deal of pain.



Alexander Socrates - " Neither man seems to be showing much overall weakness at this point in the contest! "



Nikkoli Putski - "Not yet anyway! But AK Andrews has a long history behind him so you got to believe his experience will shine before all is said and done! "



Andrews pulling on Ozymandias hard and the ref is asking Ozymandias if he wants to quit but he shouts no with all his heart. Andrews, shockingly, let's go and whips Ozymandias into the ropes. Upon re-entry, he bends down and hits Ozymandias with a HUGE back body drop! Ozymandias crashes into the mat and arches his back in pain. He eventually gets back up but as he turns around, AK runs at him and knocks him clean over with a thunderous Clothesline. He falls onto Ozy with an elbow drop. AK Andrews gets up and picks up his opponent before sending the big man down with a scoop slam. The cover is made:



…One!



…Two!



Ozymandias kicks out!



Andrews gets up, pissed. He summons the strength to bring Ozymandias back up and pushes him to the ropes before creating thunder with a slap to his chest. He then goes to whip Ozymandias across the ring but Ozymandias reverses it and on the rebound, hits Andrews with a spinebuster! The crowd pops! Not liking either competitor, but showing respect for the big man getting back to a point of dominance. He gets up and forces Andrew to the ropes this time. He begins choking him! AK Andrews is beginning to desperately gasp for air as Ozymandias lays into him. The referee begins to count and before reaching to the count of five, he delivers a suplex, slamming Andrews to the mat. He turns around and drops down with a leg drop, the leg nearly crushing his throat.



Nikkoli Putski - " OUCH! See how fast things can turn around though. AK Andrews was in control until he was caught up on the ropes here. "



Alexander Socrates - " Yeah, I really hope he's ok, Announcer 2! I don’t want to see him forced out of FWA because of an injury! I know things are dangerous to hear, but jeez! "



AK Andrews tries to escape Ozy. He slides out of the ring, but his opponent is following him. He stalks him. The referee starts his count as the distance between Andrews and Ozymandias become shorter. Ozy completely closes the gasp as he steps forward with a forearm. Andrews returns with a few shots of his own but then Ozymandias rakes him in the eye, much to the obvious chagrin of all in attendance this evening. Ozymandias then gives him an uppercut and whips him into the announcer table itself back first! Andrews falls down holding his back but Ozymandias picks him back up again and whips him into the apron back first as well. The refs count by now is at 8 and Ozymandias picks his opponent up and rolls him in the ring. He goes for the cover:



…One!



…Two!



…Thr....



AK ANDREWS somehow gets his foot on the bottom rope!



Alexander Socrates - " AK Andrews is using his noggin’ there! Seems he’s putting his ring awareness to good use! "



Nikkoli Putski - " Impressive, indeed! "



The big man gets up and stands Andrews up. He hooks him in for a suplex, but Andrews puts his leg up to block it. Ozy tries it again, but Andrews blocks it once more. And Andrews blocks a third attempt. Ozymandias decides to hit his opponent a couple of times in the ribs and this time finally hits the suplex! With Ozymandias in control, he gets up and arrogantly taunts the ringside fans a bit to the sound of echoing boos throughout the building. Ozymandias just laughs and turns around to pick his opponent up. He stands him all the way up and picks him up and hits him with a backbreaker onto his knee. Ozymandias goes for the cover again.



…One!



…Two!



…Thr.....



AK Andrews gets his shoulder off the mat! Ozymandias gets up and downright can’t believe it. He argues with the ref and starts to push him into the corner to tell him what he thinks about his job so far into the match. Suddenly – out of nowhere- AK Andrews kips up and he stands in the middle of the ring. Ozymandias turns around and walks right into a superkick! Ozymandias is knocked out of the ring!



Alexander Socrates - " Holy crap! That was a shock, to say the least! "



Nikkoli Putski - " It looks like he’s about to change the entire dynamics of the match! "



AK Andrews slides of the ring to get a hold of Ozymandias. However, slyly, Ozy hits his opponent with a low blow! He stands up but as he does, so does Andrews, not feeling the effects of the low blow too well. He then knocks him over with a clothesline. Andrews rolls his opponent into the ring then takes a moment to recover. He prepares as he finds his opponent getting up. Andrews rushes him, but Ozy delivers a big boot straight to the skull! Andrews is about to fall down, but Ozymandias catches him… with both hands! He grabs the neck of his opponent, but Andrews lifts his legs up and hits Ozymandias with a hurracanrana! Andrews sees Ozy slowly getting to his feet. He runs to the ropes. He jumps off to Ozymandias coming to his senses. Andrews hits him with the 720 DDT!



Alexander Socrates - " AK47! He hit the AK47! "



Nikkoli Putski - " It’s all over now! "



Alexander Socrates -"He goes for the pin"



…One!



…Two!



…Thr..



Alexander Socrates -"Ozymandias kicked out, I can't believe it Ozymandias just kicked out.
"


Ak Andrews is going berzerk, as Ozymandias lays there shaking the cobwebs from his head AK Andrews is arguing with the referee Dameon Blake. Ozymandias slides out of the ring looking around for something, as AK Andrews is still arguing with the referee Dameon Blake.



Nikkoli Putski - " Looks like Ozymandias has found what he's been searching for. "



Alexander Socrates - " Yeah, looks like he is about to use it on AK Andrews, who is still arguing with Dameon Blake."



Ozymandias slides into the ring holding a sledgehammer wrapped in barbwire. Ozymandias just nailed AK Andrews in the back of his head. Senior Referee is calling for the bell.



Mika Vladimir - "Winner of the match by disqualification AK Andrews! "



Head of security Leon Savage and about four other members of security jump into the ring taking the sledgehammer from Ozymandias, as EMT's remove AK Andrews.



Nikkoli Putski - " I know this is a hardcore anything goes federation but come on a sledgehammer wrapped in barbed wire to the head even that's too much besides it was a normal match."



Alexander Socrates - " Well, now maybe you see why "The Oppressor" Ozymandias was recruited by Duke Kosloff. "



Alexander Socrates - " Now for the match, everyone has been waiting for the main event. "



Nikkoli Putski - " YES, my man "The Vigilante" Jackson Grace, he will retain tonight. He fights for whats right and with passion something Rob Wyatt doesn't have. "



Alexander Socrates - "I would be careful talking ill of Wyatt he was hand-picked by "The Soviet Monster" to be the guy here in FireStorm Wrestling Alliance. "



The cameras head back to the ring where the gorgeous and always sexy Mika Vladimir is standing as she prepares to announce the main event.



Mika Vladimir - " Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our main event of the night. It is for the FWA ColdWars championship introducing first the first ever ColdWars Champion he 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 - " His opponent and challenger for the ColdWars championship from Houston, Texas… standing at a towering 7'2" and weighing in at a devastating 392 pounds he is ’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, trying to intimidate the champion Jackson Grace with his size



The crowd comes alive as the two opponents begin to circle each other inside the ring. Rob Wyatt towers over the much smaller Jackson Grace, who despite the height disadvantage looks ready and eager to get the confrontation underway. Wyatt obliges and locks up with Grace and immediately gets him in a front face headlock. He squeezes down but Grace swiftly eludes him and slips nicely out of the hold. He hits the ropes and comes back at Wyatt who stands tall, allowing the oncoming man to run straight into his chest. Grace’s eyes grow wide upon collision, only now really appreciating the sheer mass of his opponent. Rob Wyatt delivers a kick to the gut and lifts up Grace in a scoop slam, but again Jackson Grace’s athleticism shines through as he slides down the huge man’s back. Grace jumps up and wraps both arms around Wyatt’s head, locking his legs around his large back and putting on a sleeper hold. Wyatt grunts as he staggers around with the “The Vigilante” on his back, swatting around wildly as he tries to get towards the ropes. He manages to get about halfway and then stops, suddenly realizing there is a much better and more aggressive option. The crowd pop with anticipation as Wyatt obliges, jumping high into the air and falling backward, crashing his body weight down on Grace’s chest.



Nikkoli Putski: “That’s just under four hundred pounds of solid muscles crashing down onto Jackson Grace. He’s in there with a deadly weapon in the shape of Rob Wyatt, that’s not even mentioning the four deadly flamethrowers in each corner!”



Alexander Socrates: “Lucky for Grace there is no pinfalls in this match, otherwise, it could easily be over already.”



Meanwhile, Wyatt has relentlessly pulled Grace to his feet and has begun to whale on him with stiff rights and left boxing jabs to the jaw. Wyatt grabs Grace and launches him rapidly off the ropes with an Irish whip. Grace astonishingly adjusts himself as he gets to the ropes and jumps to the second one, propelling himself into the air, he flips around and lands a tidy dropkick right to the chin of “The Doctor of Chaos”. This staggers him and Grace seizes the opportunity, he gets to his feet and hits him with a spin kick right between the eyes. He goes for another one but Wyatt grabs his foot and waggles a finger at him. Grace thinks fast and goes for an enziguri which Wyatt manages to duck and evade. However, Grace manages to somehow land on his feet, facing away from the big man. He takes to the air and delivers a nice overhead Pele kick that sends Wyatt spilling back into the ropes. Wyatt shakes off the cobwebs quickly though and bounds forward, clocking Grace in the head with a big boot. Down goes Grace.



Nikkoli Putski: “Jackson Grace managing to build up a good head of steam there, he even had Wyatt on the ropes, but this man is so dangerous that even when he’s on the defensive he is still able to put together a devastating offensive maneuver.”



Alexander Socrates: “Looks like he’s taking Grace to the turnbuckle and over to one of those hellacious flamethrowers!



Rob Wyatt is indeed leading Jackson Grace to one of the flamethrowers. Both men arrive at the turnbuckle and Wyatt beats Grace into the corner with a few clubbing forearms to the neck. Wyatt reaches over and goes to press the trigger of the mounted weapon and just as he does so we see Grace throwing himself over the rope to the outside of the ring to avoid the flame. The fireball spews out of the barrel as Wyatt has to duck himself, now being in the way of the spewing inferno. He feels the heat of it since the top of his hair as he narrowly escapes. The crowd gasps as the two men narrowly avoid being burned by the flamethrower. Grace sees that Wyatt had to take to the ground to get out of the way. He uses this to his advantage and leaps onto the apron, springing on top of the ropes to his opponent and catching him with spinning head scissors as Wyatt is just beginning to get to his feet.



Nikkoli Putski: “Jackson Grace is lighter on his feet than a cat that inhales helium! That’s the proper approach to taking down a giant like Wyatt, you have to keep on top of him at all costs.”



Alexander Socrates:“We saw just how dangerous those flamethrowers are a moment ago, I can still smell the burning hair of Rob Wyatt. It’s a good thing that Grace is so… well Graceful, or he would have ended up one barbecued Londoner.”



Jackson grace is crouched down, staling Rob Wyatt as he gets to his feet. He picks his moment and propels himself onto Wyatt, locking him in and swinging around, delivering a devastating swinging tornado DDT. The crowd applauds enthusiastically as Grace leaps to his feet again, firing himself up. He signals to the fans and suddenly explodes with a flashy standing shooting star press, nailing it perfectly. Again he jumps up and this time takes to the turnbuckle, making his way to the top rope. Wyatt thumps the ground and wills himself to his feet, clutching his ribs a little. He spies Grace on the top rope and darts over to topple him from his vantage point. He clocks Grace with a savage open hand slap to the chest and Jackson lands in a very uncompromising position, his legs straddled on the ropes. He winces in pain as Rob Wyatt climbs up next to Grace and clubs him a few more times over his back. He takes a hold of Grace and then mounts him on his shoulders, positioning him carefully in place. Then with a phenomenal show of power and precision, he spikes Grace down on his head with a death valley driver from the top rope!!! The crowd erupts!



Nikkoli Putski:"Dear god!!! I think he’s broke Jackson Grace’s neck!!! You could hear that impact all throughout this magnificent arena!!!
"


Grace lays there completely motionless while Wyatt starts to crawl towards the ropes having taken quite a bit out of himself from that last move. He finally inches his way to the edge of the ring and rolls out onto the mat, laying there on all fours. He regains his breath for a second and then peels back the apron of the ring, scanning the underneath for something.



Alexander Socrates - "I wonder what The Doctor has in store for his opponent now, he doesn’t just want to win this match, he wants to destroy Jackson Grace, to make an example out of him!
"


Rob Wyatt reaches out and grabs a steel chair from inside the ring. He finally gets to his feet and throws it over the ropes and into the ring as he follows, rolling inside. Meanwhile, Grace has managed to get to the turnbuckle and is on his knees. Wyatt picks up the chair and storms over to his opponent and viciously brings the chair down on his back with a loud THWACK! The crowd “Ohhhhh” as Jackson Grace screams in pain and clutches his spine. Wyatt smiles sadistically and lifts the chair once more, bringing it down quickly. Grace drops down and rolls out the way as the chair bounces off the ropes instead and catapults back up into Wyatt’s face. It sends Wyatt stumbling backward as Grace finds his feet again. “The Vigilante” spritely gets to the flamethrower in the corner and takes aim at Wyatt’s face as he stumbles around



Nikkolai Putski:"Look out here, Jackson Grace is gonna light up Wyatt’s face!!!
"


Grace pulls the trigger and plumes of fire spit out from the nozzle in a raging inferno. In a sheer act of desperation, Wyatt raises the chair up and covers his face with it as the flames spill over the steel. As it happens it was a great move as not a lick of fire manages to touch him. He throws the chair forward at Grace which stops him firing the flamethrower. Grace catches the chair as Rob Wyatt begins to run headlong at his opponent, blinded by the flash of fire that nearly incinerated him. Grace rolls outside the ring as Wyatt flings himself at him, however, Grace swings the chair forcefully into the cranium of Wyatt who himself dives straight into the oncoming steel seat. CRACK!!! Blood spatters from the top of Wyatt’s head as his skull cracks open. The audience screams in horror as Rob Wyatt falls through the ropes and to the outside.



Nikkolai Putski:“I can’t believe what we’re seeing here! Rob Wyatt used that steel chair as a shield from the flamethrower!”



Alexander Socrates: “And then Jackson Grace nearly spilled his brain over the mat outside the ring with a sickening chair shot!”



Grace starts to become more and more animated, losing himself in the intensity of the match as he brings down chair shot after chair shot across the fallen giant’s back. Grace screams to the crowd as he throws the chair away, is coming dangerously close to hitting someone. He uses all his strength to pull the Wyatt to his feet. He rolls him in the ring and then climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He jumps into the air with a huge frog splash but suddenly Rob Wyatt reaches out and catches him in a bench press position just before impact. He holds him there for a second, grunting as more blood spills from the top of his wounded head. He summons everything in his 7’2 inch frame and throws Grace high into the air, and as he comes down spikes him right in the back with both feet. Grace bends like an accordion and crumples to the mat. Both men lay there, absolutely spent as the crowd roar in appreciation.



Nikkolai Putski:“I tell you what, both of these men are absolutely on top of their game and both of them are using every last drop of fluid in their respective tanks to keep going in this match.”



After nearly a minute, both men begin to stir. Wyatt plants both hands firmly on the mat and tries to get to his feet. He stumbles as he puts a hand to his head, trying to stem the flow of blood. Meanwhile, Jackson Grace is managing to take to one knee, the crowd slowly clapping for him to get back up. In the blink of an eye, both men find another surge of energy and rush each other, meeting in the center of the ring. They exchange blows, fists flying and legs flourishing as the place goes absolutely ballistic. Wyatt delivers a crushing headbutt that stuns Grace and stomps down on one of his ankles, sending him back down to one knee. He positions Grace’s head for standing head scissors and lifts him almost effortlessly into the air. He runs forward and plants him hard into the turnbuckle with a powerbomb. Somehow Grace manages to ride it and springs forward with a flying clothesline, but Wyatt grabs him out of the air and beats him all the way across the full length of the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. As Grace goes crashing to the canvas we see Wyatt fall to his knees, completely out on his feet from blood loss.



Alexander Socrates:“I really don’t think Wyatt can continue here, we might have to get the EMTs out here.
"


Grace somehow is still managing to find another gear, some replenishment from out of nowhere. He looks across to Rob Wyatt and realizes what he has to do. He scrambles his way across the ring on all fours, clawing himself to Wyatt and grabs him firmly by the hair. He gets up and falls forward, just managing to pull Wyatt within the distance of the flamethrower. At this point, Rob is beginning to stir again. Grace shakily gets to the turnbuckle and slowly but surely he gets to the top.



He looks up at the skies, pleading to whatever deity will care to listen and screams to the crowd as he vaults off spectacularly and delivers a 450 splash squarely on the big man’s back! Huge cheers and applause ring out as both men lay there. Jackson Grace with the last bit of energy in his body crawls on his knees over to the flamethrower. He points it down at Wyatt who hasn’t moved a muscle and starts to spray the fire all over his body, engulfing him in a flaming blanket of burning and agony. His whole body goes up in flames as he squeals like a dog who has just been run over. Several of the crew slide into the ring in a panic and start to douse Wyatt in white cold foam as they attempt to put it out.



DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!



The senior referee Dameon Blake has called for the bell and has gotten the crew in the ring to put out Rob Wyatt, who has fell victim to the ColdWars champion Jackson Grace in the first Soviet Inferno Match in FWA history. Mika Vladimir slowly enters the ring as the paramedics carry out Rob Wyatt.



Mika Vladimir -" Your winner and still FireStorm Wrestling Alliance ColdWars Champion "THE VIGILANTE" JACKSON GRACE!!!! "



As Mika Vladimir exits the ring senior referee Dameon Blake hands Jackson Grace the championship, while Jackson Grace straps the belt around his waist and starts to walk around the ring as 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. Duke Kosloff methodically enters the ring stepping over the top rope and standing like a God in the center of the ring as he holds a microphone and begins to speak.



Duke Kosloff - " Well FWA fans I'm sure you enjoyed this night of hardcore action, Jackson Grace allow me to congratulate you on your first title defense, and of course, it wasn't an easy challenge and they will get harder each and every week. Now I have some business to take care of so Mr. Grace goes enjoy your celebration next ColdWars episode you will be facing PUNK. Now I want my number one tag team "The Darkness" to get your asses out here. "



Levi Kosloff and head of security Leon Savage climb into the ring holding two silver briefcases as they wait for The Darkness to come to the ring. When all the sudden "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin starts to blast throughout the FWA Coliseum. "The Reaper" Dylan Black and "Scorpion" Steve Dackle slowly head to the ring, not in their normal fashion but a little timid as they don't know why they are being called to the ring. Duke Kosloff waves at them to hurry up and get in the ring. The two men jump into the ring and head over and stand in front of the owner and his minions. The Soviet Monster looks at the two men and then looks over nodding at Levi Kosloff and Leon Savage as he begins to speak.



Duke Kosloff - " I have called you two out here to show you some appreciation, for your loyalty and hard work you have been putting in for me in and out of the ring. Steve Dackle, I know you may be disappointed losing your match tonight and your shot at the FireStorm Heavyweight Championship. But don't be you did I what was needed and you will get your shot one day. Now, Dylan Black that brings me to you, you won tonight and advance to fight for the championship very impressive. I wasn't sure about you but I think you have proved to be a good investment, so far. "



The Soviet Monster motions to Levi Kosloff to hand him whats inside the silver briefcases.



Duke Kosloff -" Now, I know that these were not to be awarded until FWA had a full tag team division, but you two have won a couple tag matches since forming and you have proved yourselves to me and the wrestling world. So as of tonight you two men 'The Darkness" are now the FWA Fire and Ice Tag Team Champions. "



Duke Kosloff hands each member of The Darkness a brand new Platinum championship belt and shakes there hands.



Duke Kosloff - " Now don't think you are just going to be sitting around not fighting and defending them belts, you two will be representing FireStorm Wrestling Alliance all throughout the XHF Network and the wrestling Feds that are connected with it all throughout the world. Now you two go enjoy your new found fame and the perks and bonuses that come with being a champion. "



The Darkness place the belts over their shoulders as they climb out of the ring and head out of the arena to their locker room. Duke Kosloff walks up to Leon Savage and has him exit the ring as well.



Duke Kosloff - " Now, how do you all like that we now have our tag team champions and I'm not done FireStorm Wrestling Alliance will be crowning our WORLD champion at the biggest event of the year Xtraction PPV where FWA will go one on one against AXW. Yes, Lethe, Dylan Black, and AK Andrews will go toe to toe for the FireStorm Heavyweight championship in an electrified cage deathmatch (a cage match which is electrified at the top with light tubes and such hanging from it). So we will see just who deserves to be called the World Champion. I will also be announcing our world tour we will spend the next month fighting other feds all over the globe defending our name and proving why we are the best hardcore wrestling federation in the world. Thank you all for coming and watching our show tonight enjoy the rest of your night."



Alexander Socrates - " You hear that Nikkoli, we just got our first tag team champions and found out when we will get our first world champion."



Nikkoli Putski - " Yeah I did Alex, but don't forget the other major news FWA is going on tour. This is going to be epic. "



Alexander Socrates - " Well wrestling fans hope you all enjoyed our event tonight and watch for Xtraction where FWA will face off against AXW. Good Night."